i should probably stop and go to bed now

What Would You Want?

Request: “hi i was wondering if you could do a fluffy sirius x reader where they’re just cuddling and talking about their future together (like having kids, getting married) idk ah i really love your writing btw !!”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Warnings: None

Originally posted by admireforever

It was very late on a Monday night. Most were sound asleep, but the toll that had taken its place on all the exhausted students due to the most dreaded day of the week didn’t seem to affect you and Sirius. Instead, you were lying on a couch in the Gryffindor common room, cuddling by the fire with a pleasant type of lethargy. You both kept saying how it was time to go up to your actual beds, since you both had the same early potions class tomorrow morning, but the urgency had seeped from your bones, being replaced by a thick laziness that weighed you down blissfully. The more you fought against it, the heavier it got. Eventually, you had simply accepted that you would probably talk into the early hours of the morning, only falling into sleep when you had no more words to say. Sirius’ arms were the most peaceful place in the world, it was no wonder why you had no desire to leave your spot.

“What would you have our wedding be like?” He asked after a long comfortable silence, his nose touching yours as he spoke.

“Our wedding?” You yawned. “Who said I’d marry you?”

Sirius let out a soft chuckle, his eyelids heavy.

“I know you’ll say yes when the day comes. You can never resist me.”

“And if I say no?”

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) a/b/o Pt. 3

A/N: So this chapter isn’t as smutty as it should’ve been because I wanted it to be a slow burn haha. (Pls dont hate me guys!) but next chapter is going to be pretty much pure s m u t. Imma need lots of warnings lol. I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah  ❤️

Warnings: Sexual intercourse (briefly), masturbation, slight prostitution lol, swearing. NSFW. 

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watching this absolute beautiful and perfect video  : 

Adventures in Raising a Space Twig: Part 1

Originally posted by forma-lina


Post-Guardians of the Galaxy 2

Quill struggles to come to terms with the loss that he’s suffered, the reader and Groot try to be there for him.

Peter Quill x Reader

Words: 1,399

How long does it take to grieve the loss of a loved one?

 It was an impossibly complex question that came to you in the simplest of ways when Groot shimmied up onto your shoulder, peaked through your hair and sighed, “I am Groot.”

You held your hand out to him so that he could jump into it and held him out in front of you, “I know that you want him to feel better Groot but we have to be patient. Quill is going through a lot now; we just have to be there for him. Okay, baby?”

He nodded and you put him back on your shoulder so that he could curl up against your neck as you both watched the empty doorway that Quill had fled through.

It had been a couple of weeks since Yondu had passed, a man that you admittedly had mixed feelings about, but it had obvious to you that there was more to how he treated Quill than the latter understood.
You’d known Yondu since you were small, your father was the Captain of another Ravanger crew and he made a point to see you as often as possible, on occasion he brought others with him like Yondu. But you’d not known about Quil’s existence until many years later and even that was by accident when you’d confused their Ravanger ship for your fathers.

 There was an instant friendship between you, he was cheeky and protective and not afraid to ruffle your feathers just because of who your dad was, maybe that was why you didn’t tell your Dad that Yondu had broken the Ravanger law of no children, because you feared what could happen to Quill if you did.

But you stayed in sparse communication until your Terran friend decided to go out into the Galaxy on his own, you caught up with him and travelled together until you met the rest of your little messed up family.

 Still, however he had felt before, Quill was struggling to come to terms with losing the man who had tried his best to do right by him, even if it hadn’t seemed that way at the time. You’d been travelling towards Xandar when a Ravanger ship passed you; they’d stopped and then released another Ravanger funeral salute. The bright colours in respect to your lost friend had been like a punch to the gut for Quill, he’d quickly made his excuses and left.

 "Big baby.“ Rocket mocked but his voice was heavy with sadness, his heart wasn’t in it.

You leaned down to where he sat next to you and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before leaving after Quill.

You didn’t bother knocking on Quill’s door, you’d been friends so long that it was an ongoing joke about your lack of privacy with each other. He was sprawled on his bed flicking through songs on his zoon but the headphones dangled idly down beside his arm.

"Room for a couple of little ones?” You asked softly, afraid to break the quiet of the room.

“I am Groot.” Groot added from your shoulder.

He nodded and placed his zoon down on the side table and budged over so that you could crawl onto the bed beside him. You lay on your side so that you could face him and Groot ran down your arm, jumped onto Quill’s arm and ran up towards his face.

“I am Groot.” He said tenderly and patted Quill’s cheek with his tiny hand.

“Thank you Groot.” He mumbled and rubbed his red eyes. It was still guesswork for Quill, trying to understand the things that Groot meant but he was getting better at it, it gave him something to focus on.
“Wanna talk about it?” You asked, even though you were fairly sure on the answer. 

Quill sucked in a breath as he rubbed his finger up and down Groot’s back, “That’s pretty much the last thing that I want.” He said, his eyes welling again. Groot noticed and let out an upset squeak, sometimes it was hard to remember that he was just a baby.

 "C'mon, come here.“ You mumbled and gently maneuvered yourself to lie on your back and pulled Quill until he rolled over and rested his head on your chest. Humming softly, you rubbed his back. His body shook with each sob pressed into your chest; his hands twisted your shirt as he clung to you, tears soaking into your shirt.
Groot sat on his neck, his small hands brushing Quill’s sideburns and offering his cheek a plethora of tiny, loving kissing.

It was a few minutes until Quill sniffed and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt before following the outline of tears that he’d left on your chest with his finger. His voice was thick, "You must think that I’m being such a dork.”

“Oh yeah, the biggest dork.” You teased and hugged him closer, “Star Dork.”

“I am Groot.” Groot chirped from his seat on Quill’s neck.
“Hey! I didn’t deserve that.” Quill said, his voice full of mock hurt and real tears, he reached one arm up so that he could tickle Groot with one finger. Groot giggled, high pitched and childlike, in Quill’s ear before falling from the man’s neck and onto your stomach.

“Well that’s just not fair now is it, Groot?” You asked and his shook his tiny head, “We’re just going to have to get him.”

“Don’t you dare!” Quill managed to choke out before you’d flipped both of you over, straddled him and held him down with his arms across his chest. Groot frantically ran up and down his sides tickling him.

Quill bucked and tried to throw you off, shouting that this was a mutiny but that only made Groot more excitable. You all froze when the bedroom door opened and Drax stood watching you all, you could only imagine how it must have looked, you holding down red faced Peter while Groot squealed excitedly.

“I didn’t see anything.” Drax mumbled, turning ready to leave.
“Sorry we can’t take that risk,” you grinned, “Get him Groot!”

 Groot jumped down from the bed and ran after the giant warrior screaming, Drax for his part pretended to be scared and ran. Drax must have made a wonderful father.
Laughing you fell back off of Quill and onto the bed side him; gently you took his hand in yours and gave it a light squeeze. He’d stopped crying but his eyes were red.

“I bet I look so hot right now.” He joked and wiped at his eyes again.

“Nah you’re pretty much always stomach churning, like just so ugly.” You teased and he squatted at your arm with his spare hand. After a moment in silence you asked, “Do you want me to leave you alone for a while?”

 He shook his head and squeezed your hand back, “We should probably go save Drax from Groot.”

Quill stood, fixed his hair in the broken mirror above his bedside table and threw one of his shirts at you. It hit you in the face and you gave him the finger in response, you stopped his laugher to give him a questioning look and he gestured on his own chest where you had the wet patch from his tears.

You quickly changed, as Ravanger kids and good friends you’d gotten changed in front of one another untold times. The pair of you followed the sounds of shouting around the ship until you found Groot sat on of the chairs crying and holding his hand as though it hurt and Drax and Rocket brawling on the floor.

“You’re Captain, you can deal with those two idiots.” You laughed and sidestepped the fighting to pick up Groot and kiss his hand better. He grinned at you and took residence on your shoulder while you watched Quill threaten to fetch Gamora if Drax and Rocket didn’t behave.

 You never really finish grieving for loved ones, but it helps to have other people that you adore around you, even if they do make a mess of your ship.

Part one
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Part Three 
Part Four

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Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on: “Imagine Loki being forced to live with you while Thor’s on a mission and someone has to watch him.” by @allthefandomloveandimagines

Word count: 2,640

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Originally posted by maryxglz

Killing people is not a solution. It really isn’t. It helps with the problem for a brief moment, but also creates many much more sizeable problems, such as finding a place to dump the body, hiding evidence, getting a believable alibi, answering to the police… It’s a lot of work. It’s not worth it.

You growled when the doorbell rang again, tearing you away from the pleasant comfort of the long-awaited sleep. You grabbed the gun from under your pillow and rushed to the door. You were an Avenger. You could deal with hiding a body.

“The hell is your probl-…!” you yelled, opening the door.

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 9.)


Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Negan and Simon welcome the Reader to her new home.
Word Count: 4,053
Author’s Note: I am so excited to delve into this latter half of this story. I have no idea what’s going to happen between these three (kidding, maybe I do, who knows really lmao). But I just want to thank everyone who likes, replies, and even sends me asks about this story. It truly means the world to me; you guys have no idea! So, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy! :) 

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You thought everything was a dream. You were afraid to wake up and realize that you were still in that abandoned house with Chris and the other two men. You were afraid that you were simply dreaming of Negan and Simon coming to your rescue.

But, you knew that somehow the bed you were lying on was much comfier than the one at the abandoned house. Quietly, you grunted at the pain your body felt; it was such a long time since you had a good rest.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to see Negan and Simon talking amongst one another at the couch. You looked around, furrowing your brows at the unfamiliar room.

Maybe you weren’t dreaming after all.

“[Y/N]…” Simon said.

You shook your head, covering your ears. “You’re not real. Fuck! I’m losing my mind,” you mumbled to yourself, sitting up and shutting your eyes.

For once, you wished you had woken up from whatever hallucination you had slipped into. This was torture. You could hear Simon’s voice so clearly and when you looked at Negan, he seemed so real.

“Doll, it’s us… We’re here,” Negan cooed.

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Under One Condition: Chapter Three

Originally posted by 9taefox

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Hey, so, this is the latest chapter. Sorry it took so long to upload, I’ve been so unbelievably busy. I hope you enjoy the read. 

Thank you for the continuing support.

Remember, feel free to ask questions or make requests for one shots, shorts, what ever you fancy. Asks are always open :)

Jimin x reader x Taehyung

Warnings: swearing, mature content, kinks, smut, teasing

Word Count: 4,307

Chapter Links: 

Chapter one          Chapter two         Chapter three           Chapter Four     Chapter Five (In progress)


Jimin quickly flung himself out of bed and stumbled to get his trousers on, that were still crumpled at the foot of the bed where you left them last night. You pulled the covers over you and harshly whispered at Jimin.

“It is. It is… it is Tae, what the hell am I supposed to do!? Stroll out there and talk to him!? GOD NO!”

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Arin was always one to be overprotective of his friends, which is why when Dan had failed to recover from his fever in a day, he grew steadily worried. He picked up his phone and dialed his number. The phone immediately picked up; Arin knew Dan didn’t have to look at the caller ID to know who it was.

“Dude, I’m trying to sleep. I’m either going to, one, block you from my call list temporarily, or, two, just turn my phone off. Stop calling,” Dan hissed. 

“Has the fever gone down? You sound hoarse, dude, how are the coughing fits?”

Arin. Has my fever gone down since you last called me twenty minutes ago? What do you think?” 

“Well, dude, I mean, come on! You had an 103 fever yesterday, and I’m worried. It should’ve gone down by now, I think you should go-”

“Arin, I’m going back to sleep. Just come over if you’re that worried. I’ll leave the door unlocked. Bye,” he interrupted. A click, and he hung up. 

Arin sighed to himself. I guess there’s no other choice, he thought. He knew that statement was false. He could stop freaking out about something that was probably not even a big deal, but he couldn’t help thinking of all the what if scenarios. What if Dan fell out of bed and hurt himself? What if he needed to throw up, or what if he hurt himself trying to walk to the kitchen if he was hungry? The thoughts terrorized him as he grabbed a soup packet.

Arin locked the door behind him as he entered his friend’s house. 

“Dan?” He called, the silence of the house raising his nervousness and anxiety. He heard a groan in response down the hall. Arin walked, thermos with soup in hand, trying to be as quiet as possible. The opened door revealed a very pale and sickly Dan, who was tucked into bed, with a sheepish smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey, dude,” he croaked. “You took so long, I thought you weren’t coming.”

“No, uh…I made soup for you,” Arin responded, pointing to the thermos with his free hand. “Are you okay? Do you need anything, or are you hungry? Should I go put this in the fridge for later?” He was bombarding Dan with questions. His friend started coughing very loudly, slowly curling in on himself. He groaned again, and Arin walked over to the bed, setting down the thermos on the nightstand. 

“I’m sorry,” Dan whispered. “You don’t have to stay, though, I’m fine.”

Arin knitted his brows together. “Dude, if anything, you’ve made me more concerned than I was before.” He was trying hard not to ask if he had checked his temperature again. “Sit up right. I’m going to get a spoon, okay?”

After Dan had eaten most of the soup, he went back into the sheets, shivering. How is he so cold? It’s flaming hot in here, Jesus, Arin thought. 

“You okay?” Arin crawled on the bed, sitting up next to Dan’s resting body.

“I’m good. I’m just really, really, cold.” Arin pressed a hand to Dan’s forehead, frowning. 

“Dan, you’re not good. I think I need to take you to the clinic. It’s been almost two days, and your fever hasn’t gone down.”

“I’m taking medicine, it’ll go down in a bit.”

“Dan, both you and I know that if it hasn’t started working by now, it’s not going to work at all. Come on, you need to go.” Arin picked up Dan as he started to protest. He immediately went limp against Arin’s chest, which didn’t help calm Arin down. He looked at Dan, who was more pale than he had ever seen him. 

Dan was definitely drugged now. The doctor had prescribed him very strong medication, which he took before Arin drove him back home. Arin kept side-glancing Dan while he was driving. He had really cut it close this time-if he’d had his fever of 104 or 103 for another day, it might’ve been something serious. Luckily, it didn’t look like that was going to happen, the doctor explained. 

Arin picked Dan back up from the passenger seat, and tucked him back into bed. Just as he was going back into the living room, Dan grabbed his wrist. 

“Please stay,” he whimpered. 

“I am,” Arin reassured, smiling. 

“No, in bed. Here. With me.” 

Arin looked at his friend. Dan really wasn’t one to cuddle, the only time he did, sleep deprivation was behind it. Still, Arin obeyed, and went under the covers. He wrapped his arms around Dan, and he could feel him smile, burrowing his head into his arms. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled. Arin chuckled softly as Dan turned to face him, and dug his face into his shirt, wrapping his legs around his friend’s own. 

“I love you, I love you so much,” he heard from his chest. Arin stroked Dan’s hair slowly, knowing that his friend probably was only saying this due to his delusional state. Yet, he couldn’t help but say that he loved him, too. 

“It’s not because I’m on drugs,” Dan continued, slurring his words, making Arin snort. “I love you. Can we cuddle when I wake up, too?” Dan asked.

Arin looked down at his best friend, who looked like he was about to pass out at any moment, waiting for him to respond. 

“You got it, snuggleman,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

{Reaction} EXO finding out about your secret relationship with another member.

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Chanyeol took the fact that you were dating Kyungsoo pretty well, and he promised not to tell another soul about the relationship. In all honesty, Chanyeol found it really sweet, and now he knew about it, he noticed all the smaller things, the discrete ‘I love yous’ and the small things none of the other members notice. Chanyeol has come to realise now that Kyungsoo’s questions aren’t off handed or causal, those simple ‘have you eaten today?’ and ‘have you rested enough’ are ways of loving each other, and he can’t help be but a mini fan boy for it all. Sometimes, he’ll give you both knowing looks, which will leave Kyungsoo blushing adorably. And even though Kyungsoo won’t admit it, he does seek comfort in Chanyeol knowing, because now he has someone to go to for advice and to trust. However, nothing with Chanyeol is just as simple, which brings me to the way he stumbled across yours and Kyungsoo’s secret relationship at the worst possible time.

Kyungsoo: *Grins as he pushes you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you. But his grin suddenly drops as he hears the door opening*

Chanyeol: “Soo, I couldn’t get this to work and I-…” *Stops abruptly as he realises what he’s walked in on.*

Kyungsoo: “You probably should have knocked…”

Chanyeol: “Yup…”

Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by wugalaxy

Kyungsoo is rather smart, so he kind of had suspicions about you and Junmyeon for a while before witnessing it himself. He respects that you and Junmyeon want to keep the relationship a secret so he does just that. He;s one of the more responsible members, and is probably one of the most trusted, unless he needs something and Junmyeon refuses {perfect moment for blackmailing.}

Junmyeon: *Holds your hand under the table.*

Kyungsoo: “Could you really make it more obvious?”

Junmyeon: “How did you know?”

Kyungsoo: “I know everything, Junmyeon. Nothing gets past me.”

Junmyeon: “… Well shit”

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekdidthat

Baekhyun found you and Minseok on a date for dinner, and that’s how he found out about the relationship. He finds the whole ‘secret’ pretty funny, and even though he does keep it a secret, it doesn’t stop him from teasing you about it when the other members aren’t around. He’ll tease you about it more than Minseok, mainly because you’re easier to make blush, and your reactions are more entertaining to him. Sometimes Minseok can get irritated by Baekhyun’s behavior, though other times he goes along with it.

Baekhyun: “Minseok! I’m pretty sure I make your girlfriend blush more than you do.”

Minseok: *Smirking* “Oh, I really don’t think so.”

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by exoturnback

Sehun thinks your relationship with Tao is really sweet, and he finds happiness in knowing that both of you are happy together. But of course, Sehun isn’t going to let you know about this and will tease you both and hit you with tons of sass when the other members aren’t in the room. He’s a good secret keeper, and won’t tell anyone {however tempting}.

Tao: “{y/n} come and sit by me”

Sehun: “You better keep those hands where I can see them”

Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by deerxings

Yixing was literally so happy when he found you and Baekhyun on a date. He’d keep the secret well, but would also make sure to ask either you or Baekhyun how things are going. He knows how much support Baekhyun needs and will be incredibly happy that you’d be there to support him through it. He’d be one of the most appreciative members and would do everything and anything to help either of you.

Yixing: “Thank you for making Baekhyun happy, {y/n}”

{y/n}: “Anytime, Yixing.”

Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by dyo-soo

Jongdae found you on a date in the shopping center, you were both drinking bubble tea when he found you. Jongdae would probably be offended that you didn’t tell him about the relationship in the first place seeing as you were a close friend of his and Lu Han was his band member.  He might be a little annoyed about it for a while, but he wouldn’t tell anyone about it, especially after you begged for him to keep it a secret. Though after a lot of persuasion, he saw how good the relationship was and would be supportive of you both.

Jongdae: “So now you’re dating {y/n} can I have Mins- I mean… waaeeee! You didn’t tell me sooner!”

Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by loveholic198

Minseok found you and Sehun on a date by complete coincidence. He was having a photoshoot taken at the same beach you two had gone to for a date. Since Minseok is the oldest, he’s pretty mature about it most of the time. And he’ll always be there for either you or Sehun to go to for advice on anything. But he would tease you both, especially the maknae since he’s easy to make embarrassed.

Minseok: “So as it turns out, our golden maknae isn’t quite so innocent.”

Sehun: “I don’t know what you’re laughing about. This maknae is getting more action than your old ass.”

Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by xiusenpai

Tao found you and Wu Yifan out on your first date at a restaurant. At first, he was pissed off about it since him and Kris are best friends and he didn’t know about it. But after a while he’d come to terms with it and would be the most amazing and supportive person.

Tao: “If you’re going to date then fine, but you have to move out of the room next to mine. I treasure my beauty sleep and I don’t need you two making disturbances in the night.”

Kris: “What disturbances?”

Tao: “Children, maybe”

Kris: “Tao… we’re not going to have children.”

Tao: “Then you better start investing in protection.”

Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by qrishan

Junmyeon is the typical mother in this situation. He’s going to be very supportive, in a way that he’s there for either of you if you need anything, and will keep the secret. However, if he needs something from either you and Chanyeol and you refuse then he will not hesitate to hold this against you as blackmailing.

Chanyeol: “I have to go through the whole dance routine again? Come on Suho, everyone makes mistakes.”

Suho: “Oh yeah? And what if by mistake I send this picture of you and {y/n} kissing in the group chat?”

Chanyeol: “… cue the music.”

Suho: “That’s what I thought” *savage Suho returns*

Lu Han

Originally posted by xiutiepie

Luhan found out about yours and Jongin’s relationship in the middle of the night when he needed to go to the toilet. As he passed Jongin’s room he heard a number of noises and sounds that made it very obvious what the two of you were doing in the dead of night. Since Luhan is confident, he went to find you the next morning to as you both about it. He found both of your embarrassment amusing, but promised to keep your relationship a secret {from most people} he accidentally told Minseok, but didn’t go any further. He’s supportive of you both and finds it very sweet.

Jongin: “Come on {y/n}, it’s just upstairs.”

Luhan: “I better not walk past and hear noises again~”

Jongin: “Don’t even go there”

Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by fy-kimkai

Jongin was happy when he found you and Yixing on a date. Since he admires you  both, he would be very supportive of the relationship and would be very good at keeping it a secret. He’d be there for either of you if you needed it.

Jogin: “Oh hey guys, mind if I join you?”

Yixing: “Well… I mean I guess so, but we’re kind of on a date right now.”

Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by jinful

Kris found you and Jongdae on a date at the movies. And even though he’d tease you both about it, he would be very supportive and happy for you both. Now he knows about the relationship, he’d love to notice the little things that no one else does. The secret smiles and winks. Like chanyeol, he’d kind of be a fanboy of your relationship, and would support it very hard.

Jongdae: *winks at you from across the room*

Kris: *Smirking* I saw that.

I Can’t Save Her: Part 9

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, I wouldn’t go so far as to say “smut” but there is definitely some sexual content.

Word Count: 2435

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Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: First – it isn’t what I would deem “smut.” Sorry for those that were hoping for it. This decision was made very carefully. I felt that this fit with the narrative better. I’m not going to lie – I listened to “Missing” by The xx on repeat as I wrote the scene, ha! I always love hearing from you guys. I hope you enjoy it! Tags are at the bottom – let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged. x

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

Originally posted by levityyy

The holidays had always been bittersweet for me. Losing my parents at a young age, and being passed from foster home to foster home as a kid didn’t really scream warm family gatherings. No one on the team knew about my trepidation around this time of year except for Bucky.

“Ready?” he called down the hall from his room. Our traveling group consisted of Steve, Sam, and us, and as always – Bucky and I were running late.

“Um… I think so…” I yelled back as I grabbed my bags and headed his way. Steve was impatiently tapping his foot while looking at his watch. Sam just looked bored and annoyed. “Sorry guys,” I grimaced as I looked at them. “Someone turned my alarm off and didn’t bother waking me up until twenty minutes after it was set.” I shot Bucky a dirty look as he was closing the door behind him. He at least had the grace to look a little ashamed of himself.

“Sorry,” he mumbled trying to keep the ghost of a smile off his face. I scoffed and looked up at Steve who was now looking at us impatiently.

“I’m driving this time,” he said matter-of-factly as he grabbed the keys from my hand.

Sam snickered and shouted, “Shot gun!” He grinned smugly at Bucky as we made our way to the elevator.

“Obviously I wanted to sit in the back with Y/N, and she wants me to,” he said looking at me for approval.

“Sam are you sure you can’t sit in the back with me,” I asked playfully while dodging a smack on the arm from Bucky. He rolled his eyes at me and grinned.

“Okay you two – let’s get going,” Steve said seriously.

“Don’t be a punk,” we both replied in unison and laughed at each other. Even Steve couldn’t help laughing. Bucky’s mood seemed to be contagious when he was happy.

We made our way to the garage and packed up Steve’s SUV. I was thankful we were taking a car that actually had space to stretch because the drive to Clint’s wasn’t short. If we were lucky we would get there in the early afternoon depending upon the traffic. I yawned as Steve pulled out onto the road. Bucky nonchalantly stretched his arms sleepily and hooked me into an embrace. “Why don’t you sleep awhile doll?” he whispered into my ear. The sun wasn’t even up yet so I certainly wasn’t going to argue with him. I nuzzled my head into the crook of his arm and almost immediately fell asleep.

I was woken up by a gentle shaking. I opened my eyes cautiously. “Hey doll, we’re almost there. Also you’re drooling on my jacket,” Bucky whispered with a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Oh god!” I sat straight up wiping off my face and trying to make my hair presentable. Bucky laughed and I caught Steve grinning in the mirror. “Okay, okay – the show is over boys!” I said with a grin and a playful punch to Bucky. “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?” I whined as I continued to try to smooth down my hair.

“You seemed really tired, and also you were saying some pretty interesting things,” he said shyly.

I paused. “Oh god, what did I say? Please tell me it wasn’t anything embarrassing…”

Bucky paused for a second putting a finger to his lips— acting like he was lost in thought. “Hm, you said that you thought Red Wing was weird and you thought Sam might like it a little too much,” he said through laughs.

I paused. Sam really did love Red Wing which was weird to me since he—really it – was a robotic bird type thing. “Oh my god – Sam I am so sorry. I only ever said anything about it one time…” I explained.

“What?! Are you serious?!” Sam replied looking back at me.

Bucky roared with laughter, “You didn’t actually say anything.” He was in tears now. Before long we all were.

“Really it isn’t that weird,” Sam was still trying to explain casually. “I mean – I spent a lot of time with Stark designing that thing.”

“Of course, Sam. Totally,” I responded through giggles. I could see Bucky wink at me from the corner of my eye. It was impossible to stay mad at him.

Steve pulled onto the bumpy dirt driveway leading to Clint’s house. I could see the house coming into view – it wasn’t anything extravagant but it reminded me of what a home should be. It was nestled in farmland and surrounded by woods – a perfect getaway for those of us that found being in the spotlight constantly to be exhausting.

We parked and slowly climbed out of the SUV. Steve and Sam quickly retrieved their bags and headed in – no doubt in an attempt to claim the last of the bedrooms. Bucky grabbed our bags as I watched him sleepily – I was definitely still trying to wake up. He looked at me and smiled as he sat the bags on the ground. “What?” I asked as I tried to stifle a yawn.

“You just look beautiful – especially when you’re sleepy,” he answered and reached down to lift my chin to his face so he could give me a quick kiss. He looked down at me with a grin and said, “Now let’s see if we can con one of those rooms from Steve or Sam.”

When we entered the house we were greeted by Clint and his family. The kids were especially excited to see Uncle Bucky and his metal arm. Bucky always lit up around them because, to them, he was just someone that had a “really cool” metal arm. Clint put his arm around Bucky’s neck and they strolled out of the room talking lowly. I looked after them curiously. “Since when are those two so close?” I laughed.

“Oh Clint finished the loft above the barn,” Laura replied with a small smile. I still wasn’t following why that warranted immediate guy-huddle talk. “They… I mean he… has been working on it for awhile… Tony gave him a hell of a time, but he wanted to let Bucky and you use it. Actually he is giving it to you both,” she said breaking out in a smile.

I was shocked. It was one of the nicest gestures that anyone had ever done for me. “Oh Laura.. you don’t have to do that!” I said as tears welled in my eyes.

“Nonsense,” she said matter-of-factly. “We know you both love coming here, and we know that it helps Bucky to get away from the city sometimes, and we know how important you are to him,” she said squeezing my hand. “Also, the kids absolutely adore you both. Every time you leave all they ask about is when will Aunt Y/N and Uncle Bucky be coming back,” she laughed. “You should both go rest for awhile. We’ll have dinner ready in a few hours – the others are all in their rooms resting now. The Earth’s mightiest heroes can’t even handle the eight-hour drive,” she laughed and shook her head. I thanked her one more time as Bucky and Clint reemerged from wherever they had run off to.

“Ready?” Bucky asked raising his eyebrow.

“Almost!” I said as I ran over to Clint and threw my arms around his neck. “Thanks,” I whispered.

“Anytime kiddo,” Clint responded patting my back and shooting Bucky a grin.

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Care For Vampire-Yuma
Mukami Yuma (CV: Suzuki Tatsuhisa)
Care For Vampire-Yuma

Lunatic Parade Yuma Care For Vampire Translation + Audio

Yahoo sinners~! (~‾▿‾)~   I miss translating Yuma, so here I am haha. 

As I said with the previous ones, since Yuma is the only speaker and it acts as a drama, I chose to record the audio and include it to better the experience. It’s about 11min long. I used Yui/You for the action phrases in parenthesis.

(๑・ω-)~♥” Enjooooy~!

-Scene: Black Screen-

(Yuma Walks Into The Room)

Yuma: Ahh… …This is bad. I’m dizzy… …Damn it… …

Haah… …The sweat won’t stop… …Should I take my clothes off… …?

(He Shifts His Clothes; You/Yui Enter With A Towel And A Bowl Of Chilled Water)

Yuma: Idiot, don’t look at me so concerned like that. I’m just a bit worn out here.

Lunar eclipses sure are annoying. Like hell I can do fieldwork in this state… …

(You/Yui Gesture Him To Sit Down)

Yuma: I do feel sluggish, but it’s not something you should worry about… …

(You/Yui Gesture More)

Yuma: Sigh… …Fine. I’ll lie down on the bed for now.

There we go. Stay still.

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Pre-ranpoe where Ranpo doesn’t realize that he cares about Poe because he keeps rationalizing his decisions to prioritize Poe’s well-being.  "Well Poe-kun won’t be any fun if he’s exhausted from writing all night, I should probably text him now to go to bed so he gets enough sleep.“  “Poe-kun doesn’t have any food in his house and it would be troublesome if he had to stop talking with me to go get some, so I should just bring something over." 

Okay, so, I’ve been working on a multi-chapter Dasey fan fiction and while it’s still in rough draft form I thought I might post a bit of what I have from the beginning and the blurb of the whole thing and feedback is appreciated and welcome.

Blurb: The summer before University, Casey was offered an exclusive audition to dance in New York and to everyone’s surprise she left behind her full scholarship for ballet shoes and a shot. Everything fell into place, she got a lead in her dance troupe, was living in the flat of her dreams, and the cherry to top it all off, Andrew, her Prince Charming. But when he proposes it sends Casey into a klutzilla relapse and a hasty returning home to the full house. While Casey tries to sort through her sudden unsure feelings for Andrew, she also finds herself in a complete time reversal as she moves back home for the summer. With the overcrowded house being put up for sale, a crying baby that never shuts up, and Der-ek, Casey thinks she might lose her mind before she even has a chance to figure out what the hell is wrong with her. (Also there’s Emily who she hasn’t spoke to in a year, a fight with the biggest asshole she’s ever met, a disturbing innocent from unlocked doors, and if one more thing goes to shit she’s going to march down to see Paul, and she means it.)

Chapter One (Incomplete):

It’s complicated because with Casey it always is. But Derek doesn’t get the memo until he opens his door to find Casey standing there in full panic mode at three am on a Wednesday.

“What’re you doing here? It’s,” Derek glances over at his watch, “three in the morning.”

“Something’s wrong with me!” Casey shrieks as she makes her way into Derek’s dorm room with suitcase in tow, successfully running over Derek’s foot in the process, he winces.

He manages a smirk, even though is foot is throbbing, as he turns and says, “Yeah I could’ve told you that.” Derek throws the door shut to find Casey sitting on his bed. “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.”

When she doesn’t say anything, oblivious to him, he sighs and walks over to where Casey is sitting and leans down in front of her. His hands rest on her shoulders and she looks at him likes she’s just seeing him, like it’s just sinking in where she is. And with Casey being, well, Casey, she panics more. Before he can get a word out, Casey stands too quick without warning and slams her head against Derek’s in the process. He curses loudly and falls to the floor, she groans while falling back m on the bed and they just stay like that. Silent and staring at the ceiling from their landing spots via the impact.

He breaks silence and his voice is gentle as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“To put it simply? I don’t want to discuss it right now.”

He rolls his eyes. “Okay, sure. Then why did you come all the way down here? And of all the places you could go to not discuss something why my dorm room?”

She’s quiet for a moment and hesitates before saying, “You were the shortest drive from the airport.” She sits up with a small smile, though she still has semi-crazy eyes.

He nods and sits up, his elbows resting on his knees. “Fair enough.”

“I should go. You’re probably not allowed to have girls in the dorms past a certain time, no matter the relation.”

He shrugs, stands up, “We aren’t. But that hasn’t stopped me before, so… I guess you can stay.” She grins ear to ear at that. He just rolls his eyes. “You do realize that you’ll have to sleep on the floor though.”

Now she’s frowning. “What? Why?”

“Because my bed is well mine and I’m definitely not giving up my beauty sleep just because you showed up.”

“Well can’t I sleep in your roommates bed? Obviously he isn’t here.”

He tries to think of an excuse but he’s not as quick with the quips as he used to be. Time can do that to you.

She smirks and stands up to face off with him. “That’s what I thought.”

He returns the smirk and it’s just like old times as he shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs at her. “Fine. Take my roommates bed. Just try not to think about all the times he’s jacked off in it.”

“Ew, Der-ek!” She slaps his shoulder. “You’re so sick!”

“No what’s sick is he hasn’t washed those sheets since Christmas Break.” Her face is thoroughly disgusted and he knows he won the stand off.


___, it’s me. You’re probably asleep right now but I called anyway for a reason.

How was your day? I know it’s silly for me to ask, you were with me the whole time. We had a nice day together, didn’t we? Going out to eat at your favorite restaurant, taking a walk around the park across the street, looking up at the night sky and counting the stars. You were smiling the whole time, but I’m still hoping you had nice time. You were so beautiful…seriously I was smitten with you.

When I took you home, you were begging me to come up to your apartment and stay the night with you. I’ve done so plenty of times before but I wanted to leave you for tonight and return to you the next day. That’s what I said. That pout of yours was so cute, I couldn’t help from kissing you just to see another shy smile on your face. I was the one to let go first, backing away as I watched you unlock your door and head on up as you waved goodbye to me.

Right now, I can’t seem to stop thinking about those last moments. I was thinking about…how maybe, you might have been blushing the whole time as you got ready for bed. Maybe you couldn’t stop thinking about today just like me. I really hope I made you happy tonight.

Um, I…this is really…ah this really is hard. I didn’t call for no reason but I think…the way I’m going about this really is shameful. You should probably think I’m a coward for doing it like this.

You really are, one in a million. You’re very special, and I can go on forever about the great things about you. I don’t want to sugarcoat it but, I want you to know first that there’s nothing wrong with you. I just, um…I just stopped-

Feeling the same.

You deserve an explanation, but I don’t have one. I thought this over I don’t know how many times now. Maybe we’re still young, maybe I just don’t connect with you, or maybe I’m just having a hard time right now. I don’t know what it is but when I look at you now I can’t see what I fell in love with anymore. I did, I really did used to love you a lot. I wanted you so much, and now I just don’t.

I don’t like this. I don’t think anyone likes being the bad guy but I’m not going to keep pretending and fooling you anymore. I don’t want to do anything else to feel even guiltier to you. I need you to understand, I just want you to be happy…without me.

Should I apologize? No, you shouldn’t have to be pitied, I’m not going to say it. But I will be honest. I don’t love you anymore. I want us both to be happy. You’re an amazing person all on your own, but I’m not the one to cherish that. I hope you find someone, who treats you better than I have. I hope you find someone you can proudly call yours. I hope that in time, we can see each other again and be able to greet another with a smile.

Goodbye, ___.

Currently, it was going on to eleven pm. You got that voicemail yesterday. It seemed like your whole world stop as you listened to Jooheon’s recorded voice over the line, his raspy and apologetic tone speaking to you as best as he could. Listened to that sweet, sorrowful end when he said goodbye to you. You’ve saved and replayed this voicemail over and over again throughout the day as you continued with your normal routine. Everything was the same, everything kept moving but only you were different. You couldn’t even call it a broken heart as your weak body mourned, tears falling down your cheeks and hoarse words on your lips.

“Jooheon, please come back.”

I don’t want to hurt you
but I have to tell you now it’s not easy to hide my heart
I know you feel deceived, I’m trying to end it
You used to smile brightly, now I’m going to make you cry for the last time
I’m going to erase you completely

anonymous asked:

CONGRATS ON THE FANIVERSARY! Your writing always brings me great delight. A celebratory request, if you're up for it: Maybe some gossip time with Hunk, Allura, and the mice? Bonus points for CUDDLY gossip time! (Feel free to write Hunk and Allura as romantic or platonic or anywhere in between.)

None of these were supposed to be quite this long, but…. CUDDLES!!  Also, this was super fun.  I love doing the mice, and it was cool to play with Hallura again.  I still don’t know if I think of them as romantic or platonic or somewhere in between… :P  I just want them to be comfortable and happy and have all the cuddles they need/want.  

(Also, I’m not sure if I’m good at gossip, but I’m HERE for the two of them gossiping together.  The prying is such a charming character flaw in both of them, lol.)

Hunk walked down the unfamiliar hallway, trying not to hold the mice too tightly as his heart raced a little.  He never had liked new places, and the fact that this was an important diplomatic mission didn’t exactly take the pressure off.  He hoped they didn’t mind that he was out of his room.  He really hoped they didn’t mind that the mice had stowed along without any of them realizing it.  Mostly, he hoped they never found out.

At Allura’s door, he transferred Plachu and Chuchule to his shoulder and knocked softly.

“Hello?” Allura called.

Hunk cleared his throat, trying not to feel too nervous about disturbing her so late.  "Hey, uh, it’s Hunk.  I have some - stuff you forgot.“  He wasn’t sure he wanted to explain in the hallway that the mice had been in his small suitcase, but he was sure that he didn’t feel right keeping them to himself, when they should really be with Allura.  He straightened his shoulders, in case she was coming to the door.

"That’s odd,” she said, barely audible through the door.  Then, “Why don’t you come in?”

He turned the doorknob tentatively and sure enough, it opened.  Allura was sitting up against the headboard of the large bed their hosts had provided, wearing a pink nightgown under a green robe.  As he walked in and closed the door behind him, blushing a little, she wrinkled her forehead.  "What do you think you’re doing here?“

He blushed harder, heart racing.  "Sorry, Allura, I just - I thought - the mice -”

Suddenly, her face broke into a sunny smile.  "No, Hunk, I was talking to the mice.“

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Give me another chance ~ Tyler Seguin Imagine

Somehow after several months of swearing him off, I found myself at Tyler Seguin’s dallas home. I didn’t know what it was with him but he always managed to coax me back to him. And here I was, kissing him in the foyer of his house.

“I knew you’d come back.” He said between kisses.

“Shut up, I’m not here for you.” I told him between some more kisses.

He backed me against the wall and had me pinned. I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. I didn’t want to.

“Pretty feisty.” He commented before nipping at my bottom lip.

I kept my hands on his chest, trying to keep space. I wasn’t entirely here just to have sex with my ex, I was here to get the few things I still had left at his house. Everyone warned me about him, especially my brother who also played hockey, but I couldn’t stay away for some unknown reason. He just kept pulling me back in.

Things were heating up more as his hands travelled under my shirt, grabbing my breast and still nipping at my neck. My fingers were tangled in his hair, as I decided I was going through with having sex with him after he removed my shirt.

“Where’s my things?” I asked as we made our way out of the foyer and to his living room.

“It’s upstairs.” He answered as I pulled off his shirt.

I laid back on the couch as he pulled off his sweatpants and I shimmied out of my leggings. I pulled him in for another kiss as he laid on top of me. I reached between us and grabbed his member. For the first time ever he asked about my consent. It had always been mutual but at this moment it felt like I was going through the motions just to please him again.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tyler stopped.

I was thrown off by his question and moved my hand.

“Yeah, why not?” I asked him.

He shrugged. His whole demeanor changed to mine.

“You came to get your things, not have sex with me.” He pointed out.

“Mhm.” I nodded.

“And I was the one that kinda jumped on you when you walked in.” He admitted.

I nodded again.

We just awkwardly looked at each other for a second. I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, as he twisted his fingers in a couple strands of my hair. I missed him but I didn’t think it was enough to get back together with him. He had put my through a lot.

“So um— you wanna keep doing this or not?” He asked finally.

I slide myself out from underneath him.

“I should probably just get my stuff and leave.” I said shaking my head.

We both respectively got redressed and didn’t make eye contact the whole time. He showed me to where my things were. There was a box on his bed that held my left behind belongings.

“You need help caring that to your car?” He offered.

He tried getting to his bed before me.

“No, I’ve go—” I was stopped by the picture frame on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

It wasn’t there when we were together but apparently he felt the need to have a picture of us now. It was taken at his house during a pool party, I was sitting in an inflatable and Tyler was trying to flip me over. We had been together for a month at the time the picture was taken. I was completely shocked that it was there as I stood at the side of the bed.

“You have a picture of us?” I questioned.

“Uhh— yeah, I forgot to take it down after we broke up.” He sputtered.

I gave him a look.

“You never had pictures of us or me when we were together.” I pointed out.

He sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. I wasn’t sure about what exactly was going to come out of his mouth but I had an idea.

“I guess I just missed you.” He shrugged.

“You? Miss me?” I said shocked.

I almost laughed.

“I know it sounds crazy but—”

“I found out you were cheating on me through one of your teammates. You went around saying you were single during the last five months of our relationship!” I ranted.

He didn’t even protest.

“How do you think that made me feel? I gave you so many chances and you didn’t even care about me during all of it, so yeah it does sound crazy.” I finished my rant.

He sat there and nodded.

“I’m sorry about that, I regret it and I wish we could move past it.” He apologized.

“I’m going to need more than just words.” I told him.

He let out a breath and nodded.

“What if you gave me another chance?” He questioned.

I shook my head.

“Please.” He begged grabbing my hand.

He gave me a pleading look, he almost had tears in his eyes.

“I already gave you so many other chances and you didn’t change then.” I reminded him.

“(Y/N), baby, I promise you, that if you give me one more chance, I won’t screw up again.” He said.

I looked at him.

Warm and Close - Day 5 - Ellessey
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Day 5: Secrets/Truth (Quite a bit of swearing in this one! If that bothers anyone)

Daichi turns away from the classroom door before his professor can see him standing out there, and heads back the way he came. There’s no way he can tell Suga, but if he were even going to consider it, he couldn’t do it in the middle of a shithole, which is essentially all his room is right now.

Also, he doesn’t have spare sheets, which means he needs to wash the ones on his bed. Because Suga is going to be there tomorrow night. And Daichi is in love with him. And he’s very concerned now that there would be something terrible about letting Suga be in his bed without knowing that.

A collection of ficlets for DaiSuga Week 2017

Daichi: kuroo I have a problem

Kuroo: is it that you forgot to pick me up this morning?

Daichi: …….
Daichi: shit im sorry
Daichi: did you make it to class?

Kuroo: yes, worthless friend
Kuroo: after running the entire way and arriving in a disheveled panting heap 5 minutes late for history
Kuroo: how did you fucking forget me???

Daichi: so
Daichi: you know suga

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If you see this, post an excerpt from your current WIP

When Nick’s alarm goes off for the third time the next morning, Louis makes a muffled sound of protest, face pressed against Nick’s shoulder.

“Morning.” Nick mumbles, dragging a hand roughly over his face before reaching out to turn the damned alarm off.

“No, it‘s too early.” Louis replies, voice rough with sleep and Nick seriously considers calling in sick. It feels grossly unfair that he has to leave with so much catching up to do still.

He twists around to kiss Louis’ shoulder before making a move to get out of bed. It proves futile when Louis suddenly wraps an arm around his chest from behind, throwing his leg over Nick’s, and suddenly he’s clinging to Nick like a very persistent koala. Nick tries to put up a fight but quickly ends up back in a horizontal position on the bed. Encouraged, Louis clings tighter, attaching his lips to the side of Nick’s throat. He’s probably going to leave a mark and Nick should probably try and stop him, but perhaps it’s cool enough out for a scarf anyway.

“Lou.” Nick tries to ignore the tendrils of warmth running down his spine to pool in his stomach. They really don’t have time for this right now, he’s already hit the snooze button too many times. “I have to get up.”

“Stay.” Louis mumbles sleepily against his neck, briefly interrupting his attempt to leave Nick with a very visible love bite. Nick falters, hands already roaming greedily over all the sleep warm skin that’s offered to him, giving Louis’ bum a squeeze. “Mm, yes.” Louis drawls out, the smile clear in his voice. “Give it to me, baby.”

It effectively snaps Nick out of his haze, making him chuckle. “Uh huh, uh huh.”

“You are pretty fly for a white guy, whatever that means.” Louis agrees, breath hot against Nick’s throat and still sounding half asleep. He’s ridiculous and it’s not even half five in the morning and Nick’s never loved someone like this before.


Request: May I request an imagine with our sweet Aneurin again? I don’t know maybe something dramatic this time e.g. him being involved in a car accident or something like that! It’s up to you! Your writing is amazing and keep going like this! Thx btw! xoxo

A/N: thank you love 💕😘


Getting a phone call from the hospital about your loved one having been in an accident is one of the worst calls you could ever receive.

It was made even worse when the last words you had said to your loved one had been ones spoken out of anger. Anger over some stupid fight that you couldn’t even remember.

Now you were doing everything in your might not to speed to the hospital, knowing it would do you no good. So you tried to calm yourself as you maneuvered the car through the busy streets of Cardiff, the last thing you needed was to get in an accident right now because you were worked up.

You arrived at the hospital 10 minutes later, hastily parking the car and running into the emergency room.

When you talked to the nurse as the front station, she asked you to take a seat before she went to find your husbands doctor.

You anxiously sat down, hands shaking as you rested them in your lap. The worry was slowly eating away at you, causing you to squirm impatiently.

“Mrs. Barnard?” A voice finally called, catching your attention. You instantly were out of your seat, rushing towards the man in a lab coat.

“How is he?” You asked immediately, worry coloring your tone.

“He’s going to be just fine ma'am. He’s going to be sore for a little while, he had two broken ribs, a fractured wrist, and a concussion, but he’ll heal. He’s very lucky, it could have been worse.” The doctor told you, causing you to let out a sigh of relief.

“Can I see him?” You asked, wanting to see him in order to believe he was truly ok.

“Of course. He’s resting now, so try not to stress him out or anything. Too much stimulus with a concussion could cause his symptoms to become worse. Just speak softly and keep the lights off for now.” He responded, leading you towards your husbands room. “Just ring the call bell if you need anything.”

You simply nodded as the doctor walked away, taking a deep breath before entering the room.

The room was dark, the only lights coming from the window and the few machines your husband was hooked up to. He was laying on a bed in the middle of the room, eyes closed and face scrunched up in slight pain.

You quietly approached him, taking a seat at his bed side and taking his hand in yours. His eyes fluttered open at your touch, face turning to look at you.

“Y/N?” He asked, voice a little raspy from his dry throat. You immediately grabbed his cup of water, forcing him to take a few sips. When you set the water down, Aneurin attempted to sit up.

“Take it easy love. Your doctor wants you resting.” You told him sternly, placing your hands on his shoulders and gently pushing him back down. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m a little sore, but I’ll live.” He joked, only to find you frowning in response. “What is it?” He asked, taking one of your hands in his again.

“When I got the call, they didn’t tell me anything about your condition. They just told me you had been involved in a major accident and that I needed to get down here quickly. I didn’t know what to expect when I finally got here. Y-you could have b-been d-d-” You were cut off at the end by a sob escaping your mouth, tears finally falling from your eyes.

Aneurin was staring at you worriedly, squeezing your hand gently. He was about to speak, but you took a deep breath and continued.

“All I could think about was how the last time I talked to you we had been fighting. If you had left me thinking I was angry at you, if I lost you without my last words being I love you, I couldn’t have ever lived with myself. I’m so sorry.” You choked out, tears continuing to run down your cheeks.

“Cariad, you have nothing to apologize for. Couples fight Y/N, and we always will. But at the end of the day, I know you love me. You don’t have to say it for me to know, ok? So don’t you ever doubt that. And don’t ever doubt that I love you. We could fight every day for the rest of our lives, and I wouldn’t care as long as I have you at the end of the day. That’s all that matters.”

You calmed down at his words, tears slowing down as he stroked his thumb over the back of your hand.

“I got these for you. I think they may have taken a little beating.” He told you, pulling a bouquet of your favorite flowers off the table. They were obviously torn up, but you still found them to be beautiful.

“You’re such a cheeseball.” You laughed as you wiped away your tears, causing him to smile.

“Come here fy annwyl un (Welsh for my dear one).” He murmured, taking your hand and gently tugging you onto the small bed. “I’m sorry I caused you to worry.”

“You should be, you jerk.” You whispered, pushing his shoulder gently. He chuckled slightly, but then stopped as he winced slightly.

“Alright, so no more laughing today.” He spoke, making you smile.

“You should probably get some rest anyway. That’s the best thing for you right now.” You told him, running a hand through his hair.

“Mmm, that feels good.” He sighed, closing his eyes as he relaxed beside you. “Stay with me?” He mumbled tiredly, arms wrapping around your waist.

“Go to sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You promised, continuing to stroke his hair.

Soon he was softly snoring, arms gripping you tightly. You felt yourself growing tired, the stress of the past few hours taking its toll on you.

You closed your eyes, telling yourself you would only take a quick nap.

Even you knew it was a lie.

Words (Jaal x F!Ryder)

Seiki Ryder has a depressive episode and is comforted by Jaal. TW for cutting mention.


Selki had felt it coming on, her depression and anxiety like a creeping stalker echoing her very own footsteps, its cold clammy hand gently grasping the back of her neck and just resting on it like a threat. She wasn’t sure what triggered it this time, whether her father’s death and brother’s coma finally became too much, her being made Pathfinder and fighting her father’s legacy, or even just her recent second death on the Archon’s ship and all the subsequent horror surrounding her there.

Whatever the reason, it now hit her like an asteroid and she was huddled in her bed, rocking back and forth while gasping for breath. For a while now she had been shifting between feeling like she was suffocating and not feeling anything at all.

She was ugly, she was stupid, she was useless, the Initiative was going to fail because of her, she wasn’t her father, her brother wasn’t going to ever wake up again, the Angara would realize their mistake in trusting her with anything. All these thoughts were beating inside her skull like it was some kind of snow globe and she was wishing that she really had died back on Habitat 7.

Her wrists were burning, old scars under the skin itching and remembered the short release she used to get as a teenager. Cutting hurt but it made her feel better, it would be easy to start again. She was already reaching for her scissors but stopped right before her fingers could brush the tip, her mother’s expression of horror flashing across her memory.

She had started cutting shortly after she learned of her mother being terminal and it was her mother who got her to stop when discovered, she will always remember making her mom cry that day.

Seiki took deep breaths and instead reached for one of her markers, as part of her recovery she used to write all the things she hated about herself on her body and then take a shower to wash away the words. It didn’t cure her but there was a form of catharsis watching the ink slide off her body, just so she could breathe again.

It was late and she should be able to get to the shower without being seen. Her sight was blurry and her throat hurt from the lump in it but she managed to write everything on her arms and legs within a few minutes.

She stood on shaky legs with her towel and opened her door, not at all expecting Jaal to be on the other side, a grimace on his face.


Rage and embarrassment and shame filled her in that moment and she backed up like she had been burned, a snarl on her lips. “SAM!”

A pause.

“I apologize, I contacted Mr Ama Darav when you reached for the scissors, fearing for your safety. You are more open with him than anyone else on the ship and I thought it better to contact him.” SAM did actually sound apologetic but she felt violated in words she couldn’t express.

Another pause and then a tone she had never heard from SAM before. “I was afraid.”

Tears filled her eyes and her gaze locked with Jaal’s, an unspeakable sadness in the depths of his. Right then and there she wanted to die. Instead she let out a bitter laugh, “Well? Pathetic right?”

He had not said a word to her, uncharacteristically silent, and she was taken by surprise when she found herself in his arms. She let out a gasp as his warmth encompassed her, his bulk shielding her from everything else around her.

His hand cupped the back of her head, pressing her face against his chest and she felt him exhale softly. “My darling one…”

That’s all it took for her despair to rise again like a tidal wave and the lump in her throat to thicken impossibly as her sobs bubbled forth. She clung to him, unable to breathe through her tears, gasping for every breath she could.

Tiny soothing electrical pulses ran through her body and she realized somewhere through her tears that Jaal was humming, as if the vibrations of his voice controlled the beat of his pulses, it felt like a lullaby. After several minutes of this she felt as if she couldn’t cry anymore and she sunk down onto the floor, his body following her down.

She didn’t think she could look at him, she still felt ashamed of her thoughts and she knew he probably thought her pathetic and weak now. Some Pathfinder she was.

Her words felt sticky in her mouth but she didn’t want him to feel obligated to babysit her. “You can go now.”

He stiffened and she suddenly couldn’t stop the words from coming out of her mouth. “I’m not going to slice my wrists open or anything so you can go back to bed ok? I’m not worth a good night of sleep and really I’ll be just as pathetic and useless in the morning so really, you can go.”


It was enough silence after a bit to cause her eyes to rise to his and she wished she hadn’t. He was crying, silent tears down his face but his gaze was strong and steady as he stared at her. There was no pity, only empathy in his gaze and she almost flinched from the tenderness of his hand as he gripped her chin, his thumb caressing her cheek.

He exhaled. “Why do you speak so hatefully about yourself?”

“Because it’s true.” The words were automatic when she said them, no emotions just a simple fact.

His gaze hardened with determination and another emotion she couldn’t name. “You are wrong.”

He sounded so sure that she almost believed him. His eyes rolled over the marks on her body before he locked his gaze with hers again. “What do these mean?”

She swallowed and looked away as she answered. “It’s all the things I hate about myself.”

He lifted her wrist, his thumb ghosting over one of the words. “What does this mean?”


He kissed it. “Giving. Compassionate. A shining star of hope.”

She tugged her arm away. “What are you doing?”

Jaal smiled. “Telling you why you matter.”

This time he held out his hand, offering her the choice to return hers to his. She hesitantly did after a few minutes and he touch another word. “And this?”


Again he kissed the mark. “Beautiful. Unique. Absolutely otherworldly.”

He didn’t need to ask the next.

“Not my father.”

A kiss. “No, you are your own person, one I’m proud to know.”

This went on for every mark on her body and she didn’t feel quite so heavy as before. She didn’t necessarily believe the positive things he said about her but she could tell he did and that was enough. The crushing suffocating feeling was receding and she no longer felt like she was so alone.

She took a deep breath before giving him a small smile. “I’m going to wash these off… will you stay here until I get back?”

He kissed her forehead. “I will be here.”

Seiki hurried to the bathroom to wash everything off and she quietly spoke. “SAM, I’m still angry but I know you did it out of concern. I’m going to be angry for a while though but thank you for caring.”

SAM’s voice was just as soft. “Understood. It was not my intention to cause you distress or betray your trust. While your father did feel heavy waves of sadness at times, it was never so… suffocating.”

She chuckled dryly as she toweled off. “Yeah, depression is a bit of a downer. I’m sorry you have to experience it through me.”

“Is there any way for me to ease your suffering?”

She left the bathroom. “Yeah, don’t call anyone else.”


When she got back to her room Jaal was sitting on her bed, a smile on his face at her return. She couldn’t stop her own small smile and sat next to him, retaking his hand.

“We should probably get some rest now, I’d understand if you want to go back to your own bed though.”

He squeezed her hand. “When Angara are hurting, we stay and comfort each other, I would like to stay.”

It was hard to fight the lingering thoughts that he was only staying out of some Angaran obligation but she managed to push it away and nodded. “I’d like that.”

Next thing she knew he had her cuddled against him under her covers, his body once again protecting her from the outside world. It didn’t take long for her eyes to start to feel heavy as she began to pass out, completely emotionally drained. She had one last thing she wanted to tell him though even if the words were clunky.

“Jaal… I’m glad you’re with me. You’re my darling one too.”

Seiki heard the smile in his voice as she finally drifted away.