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[LYRICS] 봄날 (Spring Day) by BTS


보고 싶다
이렇게 말하니까 더 보고 싶다
너희 사진을 보고 있어도
보고 싶다

너무 야속한 시간
나는 우리가 밉다
이젠 얼굴 한 번 보는 것도
힘들어진 우리가
여긴 온통 겨울 뿐이야
8월에도 겨울이 와

마음은 시간을 달려가네
홀로 남은 설국열차
니 손 잡고 지구
반대편까지 가
겨울을 끝내고파

그리움들이 얼마나
눈처럼 내려야 그 봄날이 올까

허공을 떠도는
작은 먼지처럼
작은 먼지처럼
날리는 눈이 나라면
조금 더 빨리
네게 닿을 수 있을 텐데

눈꽃이 떨어져요
또 조금씩 멀어져요
보고 싶다 보고 싶다
보고 싶다 보고 싶다
얼마나 기다려야
또 몇 밤을 더 새워야
널 보게 될까 널 보게 될까
만나게 될까 만나게 될까

추운 겨울 끝을 지나
다시 봄날이 올 때까지
꽃 피울 때까지
그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘

니가 변한 건지
니가 변한 건지
아니면 내가 변한 건지
내가 변한 건지
이 순간 흐르는 시간조차 미워
우리가 변한 거지 뭐
모두가 그런 거지 뭐

그래 밉다 니가
넌 떠났지만
단 하루도 너를
잊은 적이 없었지 난

솔직히 보고 싶은데
이만 너를 지울게
그게 널 원망하기보단
덜 아프니까

시린 널 불어내 본다
연기처럼 하얀 연기처럼
말로는 지운다 해도
사실 난 아직 널 보내지 못하는데

눈꽃이 떨어져요
또 조금씩 멀어져요
보고 싶다 보고 싶다
보고 싶다 보고 싶다
얼마나 기다려야
또 몇 밤을 더 새워야
널 보게 될까 널 보게 될까
만나게 될까 만나게 될까

You know it all
You’re my best friend
아침은 다시 올 거야
어떤 어둠도 어떤 계절도
영원할 순 없으니까

벚꽃이 피나봐요
이 겨울도 끝이 나요
보고 싶다 보고 싶다
보고 싶다 보고 싶다
조금만 기다리면
며칠 밤만 더 새우면
만나러 갈게 만나러 갈게
데리러 갈게 데리러 갈게

추운 겨울 끝을 지나
다시 봄날이 올 때까지
꽃 피울 때까지
그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘


I miss you
Saying it like this makes me miss you more
Even when I’m looking at your picture
I miss you

Time is too cruel
I detest ourselves
Seeing each other’s faces even once
Has become difficult for us now
It’s nothing but winter here
Winter comes even in August

My heart runs on time
Alone on a train in snow country* that’s left behind
I want to go the other side of the earth
Holding your hand
And end winter

How much longing
Should fall like snow till the spring day comes

If I were snow that is drifting
In the empty air
Like tiny dust
Like tiny dust
I’d be able to reach you
A little faster

Snowflakes are falling
I’m getting further away little by little again
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
How long must I wait
How many more nights must I stay up
So that I’ll be able to see you, able to see you
So that I’ll be able to meet you, able to meet you

Passing by the end of a cold winter,
Until the spring day comes again
Until flowers bloom
Please stay at that place for a bit longer
Please stay there

Is it you who changed
Is it you who changed
Or is it I who changed
I who changed
I even loathe the time that’s passing at this moment
We’re the ones who’ve changed I guess
Everyone is like that I guess

Yes, I detest you
You left but I couldn’t forget you
Even for a day

Honestly I miss you
But now, I will forget about you
That will be less painful
Than resenting you

I try to blow away the you who makes me feel cold inside
Like smoke, like white smoke
I say that I’ll erase you
But honestly, I can’t let you go yet

Snowflakes are falling
I’m getting further away little by little again
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you,
How long must I wait
How many more nights must I stay up
So that I’ll be able to see you, able to see you
So that I’ll be able to meet you, able to meet you

You know it all
You’re my best friend
Mornings will come back
Because no darkness, no season
Can be forever

It looks like cherry blossoms are blooming
This winter’s also ending
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you,
If you wait for just a little
If you just stay up a few more nights
I’ll come to meet you, I’ll come to meet you
I’ll come pick you up, I’ll come pick you up

Passing by the end of a cold winter,
Until the spring day comes again
Until flowers bloom
Please stay at that place for a bit longer
Please stay there

(T/N: * “A Train in Snow Country” is the Korean title of the sci-fi movie “Snowpiercer”.)

Trans cr; Mary, Hyeeun & Lim @ bts-trans

『Learn Korean with Kpop』BTS - Spring Day

보고 싶다 이렇게 말하니까 더 보고 싶다
I miss you, when I say that, I miss you more

보고 싶다: I miss you
-니까: since, because
이렇게 말하니까: since I saying (like) this
더: more

너희 사진을 보고 있어도 보고 싶다
Although I’m looking at your photo, I still miss you

너희: your
사진: photo, picture
을: object particle
보고 있어 (보고 있다): looking at
도: although, even though

너무 야속한 시간 
Time is so cruel

너무: so (negative)
야속한’s dictionary form is 야속하다: cruel, harsh
시간: time

나는 우리가 밉다
I hate us

나: I
는: topic particle
우리: we
가: subject particle
밉다: hate

이제 얼굴 한 번 보는 것 조차 힘들어진 우리가
Now it’s difficult to even see each other(’s face)

이제: now
얼굴: face
한 번: once
보는 것: to see
조차: even
힘들어진’s dictionary form is 힘들어지다: getting tough, hard, difficult
얼굴 한 번 보는 것 조차 힘들어진 우리가: it’s difficult even to see each other’s face once

여긴 온통 겨울 뿐이야 
Here is all winter

여긴 is shortened for 여기는: here
온통: all, wholly
겨울: winter
뿐이야’s dictionary form is 뿐이다: only  

8월에도 겨울이 와
Even in August, winter is here

8월: August
에 is time/location particle: in, at
도: even
와’s dictionary form is 오다: come
이: subject particle
겨울이 와 (겨울이 오다): winter is here

마음은 시간을 달려가네 
My heart is rushing the time

마음: heart
시간: time
을: object particle
달려가네’s dictionary form is 달려가다: run, dash, rush

홀로 남은 설국열차
Snowpiercer, that’s left alone

설국열차: Snowpiercer
홀로: by oneself, alone
남은’s dictionary form is 남다: remain, left

니 손 잡고 지구 반대편까지 가 
I wanna hold your hand and go to the other side of the earth

니 -> 네 -> 너의: your
손: hand
잡고: hold and
지구: earth
반대편: the opposite side, other side
까지: to
가’s dictionary form is 가다: go

이 겨울을 끝내 고파
Want to end this winter

이: this
겨울: winter
을: object particle
끝내’s dictionary form is 끝내다: finish (off), end
고파: want to

그리움들이 얼마나 눈처럼 내려야 
How much longing has to fall like snow

그리움들: 들 is the plural marker, 그리움 means longing, yearning
이: subject particle
얼마나: how much
눈: snow
처럼: like, as (if)
내려’s dictionary form is 내리다: fall, come down
야: must, have to

그 봄날이 올까
For that spring days to come?

그: that
봄날: spring day
이: subject particle
올까: -까 is used to make a sentence into a question.


허공을 떠도는 작은 먼지처럼 
Like a small piece of dust that floats in the air

허공: air
떠도는’s dictionary form is 떠돌다: float, drift
작은’s dictionary form is 작다: small
먼지: dust
처럼: like

작은 먼지처럼 날리는 눈이 나라면 
If the flying snow was me

날리는’s dictionary form is 날리다: fly
나: me, I
라면: if

조금 더 빨리 네게 닿을 수 있을 텐데
I could reach you a bit faster

조금 더: a bit more
빨리: fast
네: you
게: to
닿을 수 있을 텐데: 닿다 is to reach. -수 있을 텐데 means could do sth

눈꽃이 떨어져요
Snowflakes are falling

눈꽃: snowflake
이: subject particle
떨어져’s dictionary form is 떨어지다: fall, drop

또 조금씩 멀어져요
Getting further away

또: again
조금씩: a bit
멀어져’s dictionary form is 멀어지다: grow away

보고 싶다
I miss you

보고 싶다
I miss you

얼마나 기다려야 
How long do I have to wait?

얼마나: how long (the verb following is ‘to wait’, so you wouldn’t say ‘how much do I have to wait’)
기다려’s dictionary form is 기다리다: wait
야: must, have to

또 몇 밤을 더 새워야
How many more nights do I have to stay up?

또: again
몇: how many
밤: night
을 is the object particle
더: more
새워’s dictionary form is 새우다: stay up all night
야: must, have to

널 보게 될까 
Until I can see you?

널 is shortened for 너를: you
보게 될까: can see

만나게 될까
Until I can meet you?

만나’s dictionary form is 만나다: meet
-게 되다 means ‘to end up…’, when you attach after a verb, it means events that occurs happens out of one’s control, almost by chance or fate.

추운 겨울 끝을 지나 
Past the end of this cold winter

추운’s dictionary form is 춥다: cold
겨울: winter
끝: end
지나’s dictionary form is 지나다: go past

다시 봄날이 올 때까지
Until the spring comes again

다시: again
까지: until
올 때까지: until it comes

꽃 피울 때까지 
Until the flowers blooms again

꽃: flower
피울’s dictionary form is 피우다: bloom

그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘 
Stay there a little longer

그곳: that place, there
에: location-marking particle
좀 더: a little longer
머물러줘 : (please) stay (for me)

Stay there

니가 변한 건지
Did you change?

니 is 네: you
가: subject particle
변한’s dictionary form is 변하다: change
건지 is shortened from것인지: it makes the sentence an indirect question – linking with the following line, it’s saying “is it you that changed or did I change?”

아니면 내가 변한 건지
Or did I change?

이니면: or
내: I
가: subject particle

이 순간 흐르는 시간조차 미워 
I even hate this moment that is elapsing

이: this
순간: moment
흐르는’s dictionary form is 흐르다: passing, elapsing
조차: even
미워’s dictionary form is 밉다: hate

우리가 변한 거지 뭐 
I guess we changed

우리: we
가: subject particle
뭐: well, then - used when the situation can’t be changed (what else?, you know, that’s all)

모두가 그런 거지 뭐
I guess that’s how everything is

모두: everything
가: subject particle
그런: that
거지 is shortened from 것이지: -지 is a sentence ending for stating something softly.

그래 밉다 니가 
Yeah I hate you

그래: Yeah
밉다: hate
니 is 네: you

넌 떠났지만 
Although you left

넌 is shortened from 너는: you
떠났’s dictionary form is 떠나다: leave
-지만: but, although

단 하루도 너를 잊은 적이 없었지 난
There hasn’t been a day that I have forgotten (about) you

하루: day
단 하루도: even a day
너: you
를: object particle
잊은’s dictionary form is 잊다: forget
적이 없다: have never
난 is shortened from 나는: I

솔직히 보고 싶은데 
Honestly, I miss you

솔직히: honestly
보고 싶은데: I miss you (but)

이만 너를 지울게
But now I’ll erase you

이만: now
너: you
를: object particle
지울게: will erase (dictionary form is 지우다: erase)

그게 널 원망하기보단 덜 아프니까
Because that will hurt less than resenting you

그게: that
널 is shortened from 너를: you
원망하기’s dictionary form is 원망하다: blame, resent
보단 is shortened from 보다는: than
덜: less
아프’s dictionary from is 아프다: hurt
-니까: because

시린 널 불어내 본다 
I’m trying to blow out the cold you

시린’s dictionary form is 시리다: cold
널 is shortened from 너를: you
불어내’s dictionary form is 불어내다: blow out
-본다: trying to

연기처럼 하얀 연기처럼
Like smoke, like white smoke

연기: smoke
처럼: like
하얀: white

말로는 지운다 해도 
Even I say that I’m gonna erase you

말로: in word
는: topic particle
도: even

사실 난 아직 널 보내지 못하는데
But actually, I still can’t let you go

사실: actually
난 is shortened from 나는: I
아직: still
널 is shortened from 너를: you
보내’s dictionary form is 보내다: let you go, send away
지 못하다: can’t

눈꽃이 떨어져요 
Snowflakes are falling

또 조금씩 멀어져요
Getting further away

보고 싶다 
I miss you

보고 싶다
I miss you

얼마나 기다려야 
How long do I have to wait?

또 몇 밤을 더 새워야
How many more nights do I have to stay up?

널 보게 될까 
Until I can see you? 

만나게 될까
Until I can meet you?

You know it all 
You’re my best friend 

아침은 다시 올 거야
The morning will come again

아침: morning
은: topic particle
다시: again
올 거야: will come - dictionary form is 오다 

어떤 어둠도 어떤 계절도 영원할 순 없으니까
Because no darkness, no season can last forever

어둠: darkness
계절: season
영원할’s dictionary form is 영원하다: forever
-니까: because

벚꽃이 피나봐요 
Cherry blossoms are blooming

벚꽃: cheery blossoms
이: object particle
피나봐요: it seems that it’s blooming

이 겨울도 끝이 나요
This winter is also coming to an end

이: this
겨울: winter
도: even, also
끝이 나요: end

보고 싶다 
I miss you

보고 싶다
I miss you

조금만 기다리면 
If I wait a little longer

조금만: just a little
기다리다: wait
면: if

며칠 밤만 더 새우면
If I stay up a few more nights

며칠: several days
밤: night
만: only
더: more
새우다: stay up (all night)
면: if

만나러 갈게
I’ll go see you

만나’s dictionary form is 만나다: see, meet
-러: to (do something)
갈게: will go – dictionary form is 가다

데리러 갈게 
I’ll go pick you up

데리’s dictionary form is 데리다: pick up

추운 겨울 끝을 지나 
Past the end of this cold winter

다시 봄날이 올 때까지
Until the spring comes again

꽃 피울 때까지 
Until the flowers bloom again

그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘 
Stay there a little longer

Stay there

BTS - A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone
BTS - Not Today

Doubt (reader x Bucky Drabble)

Characters: reader x Bucky, Natasha

Summary: A competition about who loves the other more reveals a deeper, sadder truth. 

Warnings: some fluff, then the angst. Sorry. 

Word Count: 1082

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but my brain wanted some late-night angst, so here you go. Perhaps I shouldn’t dwell on past relationships and their pitfalls late at night. Hm…

Originally posted by gliceria


You paused for a moment, tangled in an impossible dress that Natasha insisted you try on. Where the hell were the sleeves in this thing?!? Defeated, you decided to pull the dress off over your head and reassess the sleeves/neck hole/straps situation. Only Nat would find interest in such a complicated article of clothing.


Freed from the cloth, you smoothed down your hair and took another look at the dress.


“If you don’t answer that damn phone, I’m gonna smash it,” the redhead bellowed from the changing room next door.

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I don’t know how you cant see it.  
Everyone around us can fucking see it.
Who knows you better than I do? Who do you vibe with better than me?
We stay up talking for hours, about every damn subject. We know each other inside and out.
I push you to do better, to be better. and still you cant fucking see it.
You look at me and don’t see me, and Its not fucking fair because I see you. I see us, I see everything with you. I can’t look at another person, let alone be with another person. So I don’t know how you can be with her. I don’t know how you can love someone else when I’ve been here for so damn long, when I am whats best for you.
I don’t know how you can’t see how amazing this can be if you just let it.
Have you ever thought that maybe its not working with all these others because you are supposed to be with me? because its only going to work with me?
God did you ever even think about it? about us?
—  I just want you to feel something
Fluffy & Cuddly {Sentence Starters}
  • "Hey, scoot over. You're squishing me!"
  • "I didn't say you could stop hugging me."
  • "Stop hogging all the blankets!"
  • "You make a good pillow."
  • "How long can we stay like this? Because I don't want to move."
  • "Are you falling asleep on me?"
  • "You weren't watching. You missed the best part!"
  • "Don't stop playing with my hair."
  • "Would you mind handing me the remote?"
  • "Stop, your feet are cold!"
  • "Look, if you want food, you have to let me get up."
  • "You're warm. I'm cold. Let's cuddle."
  • "You fell asleep on me. Maybe you should go to bed?"
  • "Well, my arm's asleep, but I'm glad you're comfortable."
  • "Stop changing the channel, you jerk!"
  • "You're getting crumbs all over the blankets."
  • "I see you eyeing that pillow. Don't you dare."
  • "Don't move. I finally got comfy."
  • "Would you stop wiggling?"
  • "Hey, are you still awake?"
being a minor in an abusive household

i did this same sort of post about being a college kid with an abusive household so i thought i’d do one for non-college kids!

***note: i’m not a minor anymore, but i’m remembering from back when i was a wee lil fetus and using that for this***

  • the “i have something important i need to talk about but who do i talk to if my parents will yell at me when i talk to them ??” problem
  • where do i go besides my room to escape ?????
  • (depending on how old you are/your ability) can’t drive anywhere so i’m Stuck
  • *gets bad grade back* shitshitshit what are they gonna say how am i gonna tell them
  • the “let’s see how long i can stay at school without causing suspicion” game
  • DoN’t LeT aNyOnE cOmE tO yOuR hOuSe
  • staying up super super late because that’s when the house is quiet and there’s no threat of an argument
  • “do i talk to them about x thing that they did/said that bothered me or do i leave it alone bc it’ll cause an argument and that’ll take an hour or so and i still have homework to do plus i gotta shower and get to sleep asap”
  • “you live under my roof so you will follow my rules”
  • *is late to school every day* teacher: is everything okay at home? parents: yup our son/daughter is just lazy and doesn’t get out of bed in the morning ha ha ha ha ha !

i know i’m forgetting things so feel free to add onto this and i’ll rb !

I wanna take someone to a buffet and be solely responsible for picking their food. They’d stay at the table anxiously awaiting what I’m going to bring back… one plate? Two if I can carry them? Filled with as much food as possible. Seconds… thirds… fourths… fifths…then dessert!

I’d make them wear pants with a button just to see how long it takes until they beg me to let them unbutton them. When they’re on their fifth plate, I’ll walk over and give their belly a shake just to see if they’d let a moan slip out in the middle of the restaurant.

When they finally need to get up to leave, that’s when I’ll sit back and watch. Watch their shirt ride up when they struggle to put on their coat. Watch them cradle their belly with both hands as they waddle towards the door. I can hear them getting winded…

When we finally get to the car there’s a huge sigh of relief as they sink into the seat. They’d turn and look at me, a sly little smile on their face… “What is it, piggy?”

“I want more”

Something New - Archie Andrews

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

You had invited yourself over to Archie’s house on  Saturday night. He wasn’t answering your texts so you started the trek over to his place. Fred had let you in, warning you that Archie was up stairs in his room. You had marched up the stairs a opened his door a little. You saw him, shirtless, hitting a punching bag that he had hung up. You opened the door a little more, thus making your presence known. He still continued to punch the bag and you couldn’t help yourself as your eyes took in his toned form. Before you could stare any longer, you cleared your throat and got Archie’s attention. He stopped his assault and looked up at you. Sweat dripped down his face and you held back a laugh as he gave you his signature boyish grin.

“Peeping at me, Y/N?” He let out a chuckle as he spoke and you averted your eyes from his body. You shook your head, trying to get rid of your blush. You glanced up at him and met his eyes. He raised his eyebrow, expecting an answer.

“You never answered my texts,” you said walking past him to grab his phone. You placed it against his chest, your fingertips brushing his skin. “So I invited myself over.” He grinned at your words, taking his phone from you. You took a step back, looking at the new posters he had added to his walls. As you looked, Archie opened his phone and saw your messages. You felt your phone buzz and you pulled it from your pocket.

Archi-poo : Sorry

You turned and met Archie’s apologetic eyes. You stepped towards him, shutting off your phone. “You’re forgiven,” you said and he smiled brightly.

“You wanna hug,” he asked spreading his arms. You glanced at his sweaty skin and shook your head. He let out a laugh and gave you a fake pout.

“Something wrong Y/N?” He asked as he stepped closer. You darted away from him, avoiding his stinky embrace. He smiled widely at you as you ran away.

“You smell,” you said, hiding behind his punching bag. “Take a shower and then I will hug you.” He let out a laugh as you poked your head out for behind the bag. He walked over to his dresser grabbing some clothes and started to walk towards the bathroom.

“You better be here when I come back,” he said as he left his room. You let out a snicker and Archie glanced back at you.

“That’s too bad, I was planning on going over to Reggie’s.” Archie laughed hoarsely as he entered the bathroom. The door shut behind him and you heard the shower turn on. You emerged from your hiding spot and fell on to his bed. His sheets smelled like him; a mix of cinnamon and gasoline from working construction all summer. His busy schedule during the summer hardly left anytime for you, so you had to make up for the missed time somehow. You found yourself lost in thought of all that had occurred over summer and the first few weeks of school. You glanced up at the punching bag, wondering if Archie was blowing off steam about Grundy. Or maybe it was your feelings getting in the way again. Your relationship with Archie had always been flirty, but it wasn’t until recently it started to affect you. You found yourself blushing more at his word and wanting to be the cause of his smile. You were so lost in your suppressed feelings, that you didn’t hear the shower turn off and Archie walking back into his room.

“Do I smell better now?” You looked up at him and saw his smile. You were about to answer when you noticed he was still shirtless. He only wore a pair of dark sweat pants and was still holding a wet towel. You raised your eyebrow, meeting his eyes again.

“Do you even own a shirt?” He let out a laugh and you smiled up at him. He tossed the towel into his hamper and gave you a look. You scooted over on his bed, making room for him to lay down next to you. He laid down on his back next to you, so you were both looking up at his ceiling. A few minutes of silence passed when you finally spoke up again.

“Are, are you okay Arch?” You turned your head to face him, only to find him already looking at you. You looked into his deep brown eyes, trying to figure out what he was feeling; but his body heat and the smell of his body wash kept distracting you.

“No,” he replied in a whisper, “but I’m doing better.” You nodded against his pillow. He turned on his side to brush your hair out of your face. You felt your eyes grow heavy as his hand continued to brush through your hair.

“Will your parents be okay if you stayed the night?” You opened your eyes enough to see the emotion in his eyes. It was hard to place exactly what he was feeling from just the look in his eyes. It read to you as pain, maybe loneliness, or longing.

“Yeah, I told them I was going over to Betty’s,” you whispered and Archie continued to play with your hair. He let out a breathy laugh and you peered up at him once more.

“Sneaking out to see me now, huh?” You smiled softly up at him as he watched how your hair fell in his hand. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, you even started to drift off a little. “Ha, goodnight Y/N.” 

You merely hummed in response and felt an arm wrap around your waist. Archie pulled you a little closer to him, hoping that being near to you would lull him to sleep. Instead, he found himself wide awake, taking in your beautiful face. To your reddish lips and your cute nose, Archie felt that maybe there was hope for him after all. If you kept looking at him like you did at school, making him smile wider than he ever did before; maybe he would be able to get past this roadblock.

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Heat Haze Days - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 2800

Notes: This is like…my first time writing in forever and a day. So be gentle :’) also, tbh, I only thought of this idea because I was listening to Kagerou Days in my car on my way home from work. Kagerou literally is Heat Haze Days. xD

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anonymous asked:

I've got a whole manuscript, and just now come to the realization that I don't have an overarching conflict. There's a protagonist who appears at the beginning, disappears while a new minor protag comes in, and then returns at the end--but that ends up creating more questions than answering them. Any suggestions? (I know I didn't give very much detail, sorry ): )

I think you’ve prompted a great topic anon :)

The Overarching Conflict

You talk about a lack of an overarching conflict. Let’s break that down to what that actually means. When we say a story has an overarching conflict, we’re talking about a conflict that is present throughout the whole story and contains all of the “plot stuff.” The plot stuff includes all your characters’ actions (protagonist, antagonist, and any and all minor characters), and any plot events. All of this “stuff” should be happening within your story’s main conflict. 

Our anon is suggesting that their story breaks in the middle so that the overarching conflict is split momentarily, before it continues on down to the end, so that it looks like this:

The black rectangle is this interruption from the overarching conflict. It’s divergent plot information that leaves the main conflict and goes off somewhere else to create a brand new arc. Imagine if the black line disrupting our arc here goes straight up and then expands to become the bottom of a new arc. So you basically have a story that branches off into another story and may come back or may not come back. 

This is what the anon thinks is going on, and yeah it’s not a great situation. But this may not be where you’re at, at all. Because there’s a difference between an interruption to your plot and an interruption to your conflict. So I’m suggesting that perhaps the anon is dealing with the situation in the graphic below. And if not, this is what they should strive to get to. 

You can go off on as many tangents in your plot as you want, so long as it still is contained inside your conflict. What does that look like? Here’s an example. 

In the Sherlock Holmes novel A Study in Scarlet, the book begins from Watson’s perspective, as we usually expect. This is the first novel, so he meets Holmes and they begin investigating a case together. But about halfway through, the story suddenly flashes back 30 years to a setting we’ve yet to see with characters we’ve never met. It seems tangential, unrelated, and distant to the plot at hand. And yet, by the time this diversion comes back around to the present day, we now understand the context and motive of the story’s murder. The “tangent” worked because it was contributing to the conflict - the murder that Holmes and Watson were investigating. 

It’s okay to switch points of view halfway through, and it’s okay to delve off into plot points that seem to go off on tangents, and it’s okay to completely turn your story on its head to pursue something unexpected. The key is keeping it within your story’s defined conflict. For all of these black rectangles that try to disrupt your plot, don’t let them break through the conflict boundary. They might form new mini-conflicts, and they might run amok inside the smaller circle under the arc, but as long as they stay inside that blue area in my graphic, you should be okay. 

Cleaning up a Messy Ending

As for your concern that you’re raising too many new issues without resolving old ones, that’s just a matter of problem solving. As you’re heading into the downturn of your story’s overarching conflict (around the climax area), list everything that you see as unresolved. Don’t be afraid of how long this list is. A long list doesn’t necessarily mean that the story’s a mess. It just means it’ll take a little more thought to bring it all together. And you can bring it together!

For each item on your list of unresolved issues, think about a specific solution for each problem. Your goal is to develop solutions for each issue individually. Break it down piece by piece. Hells yes it’s overwhelming to plot an ending when you’ve got so many loose strings tangled up together. So isolate them. Try to untangle each string one at a time. 

Then, once you’ve figured out how to tie up each loose end by itself, you can start to look at the bigger picture. And at this point, you might be able to see points where you can tie up two ends with one knot. Two unanswered questions may be resolved in one idea. 

It’s a lot of work, so be patient with yourself. Immerse yourself in the process, and enjoy it! Working through these problems can be challenging, but also incredibly rewarding. 

Good luck!


I Need Your Love

A sequel to “Everyone Needs Some Love”. 
I’m in a fluffy Dark mood again. Sorry not sorry. It also went a bit off what the you requests. Again, sorry….but sorta not sorry :)

Fic Request: 
“ Can I get a seduction attempt from Dark that’s kinda a sequel to Everyone Needs Some Love?”

Originally posted by sassiestpeach

Four weeks. Four weeks of silence and peace. 
Ever since your encounter with Dark, Mark has become more cheerful. 
Every morning you were greeted with a smiling man, energized and ready for the day.
Where you were grumpy and tired, glaring at Mark as he raced around the house.
When you had asked him why the sudden mood-swing, Mark shrugged.
“It’s like a fog lifted from my head,” He told you. “I feel clearer, lighter. I don’t know what you did, but I haven’t heard or felt anything from him in a while.”
You don’t know why, but it troubled you Mark said this. You should feel happy that Dark had calmed, but for some reason, there was a nagging feeling at the back of your mind. Telling you Mark was a ticking time-bomb. 

One morning, while you were sipping on your morning beverage, Mark appeared looking pale and twitchy.
“Wow,” You said, grimacing at his expression. “For once I actually want to see you jumping around early in the morning. Are you ok?” 
Mark didn’t answer, he swayed slightly, gripping onto the kitchen bench and leaning against it. 
“I…I should apologize,” He said. 
“For what?” You asked, utterly confused.
His eyes turned upwards, chocolate brown laced with black. “I don’t think I can hold him back much longer.” 
You rushed to his side, taking his hand and cupping the side of his face. 
He felt hot, as if taken by some fever. 
“Mark, hey! Come on now, you’ve done so well.” You told him, gripping his hand tightly. “You can’t lose after all this time.” 
“He’s…stronger,” Mark grunted. “He’s been holding back. Deliberately staying away…” Mark winced. The coal black taking over his smooth brown eyes. “(Y/N) you need to go. He’ll be able to…stay in control for longer.” 
You shook your head, holding his head in your hands and forcing him to look at you. 
“Mark, hang in there!” You ordered. “Don’t go. Please, stay with me!”
He blinked and Dark sighed, lifting his hand to coil his fingers with yours. 
“It’s been a while, dear. Miss me?” 

You tried to move back, but Dark’s hand latched onto your waist, holding you close to him. 
“Easy now,” He said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 
You swallowed thickly, lowering your free hand on Dark’s face to his chest. 
“So, you’ve been gaining strength, huh?” You asked coldly. “I thought I had soothed you into a slumber or something.” 
Dark chuckled, moving your hand to his lips and lightly kissing the back of your palm.
“For a while you did,” He murmured into your skin. “But our little session was too short for my liking. So I stayed away, enough to attain some power over Mark. Now he’ll stay in his little corner till I say otherwise. ” 
Dark ran his lips over your hand, his eyes falling shut as he lightly pecked your fingers with kisses. 
You withdrew your hand, ignoring the small growl that ripped from his chest. 
“What do you want?” You asked. “Another cuddle?Sorry, but that was a one-time thing.”
Dark hummed quietly. His fingers kneading your waist as he bit his lip.
“I’m sure I can change your mind.”
You scoffed, “Dream on, big boy. I doubt it.”
Dark grinned. A wicked, sharp smile that caused goose-bumps to rise on your arms.
“Really? Because, I can be very persuasive.” Moving both hands over your hips, Dark moved closer, holding you still as he lowered his head so his lips brushed your ear.
“And, my dear, I’ve got all day to persuade you.” He whispered, his moving lips fluttering over your neck.
You shivered, your hands gripping his shirt as he trailed the tip of his nose against your skin. 
The scruff on his cheeks tickled as he nuzzled you. You whimpered softly as he drew you closer, he breath washing over you. 

It had felt like an eternity during his time in the void. 
He drank in your scent. The fragrance renewing his memories of your touch. 
He wanted it so badly. To feel you against him. To have your fingers trailing his body. 
But you were defiant. When his fingers lowered, you drew back, wincing as he tightened his grip. 
He had to tread carefully. He had injured you before, your trust in him was nothing but a sliver. 
If Dark wanted you, he would have to be patient. 

Dark’s hands rose up your back. Massaging the tender spots on your shoulders, pressing lightly on your spine as his mouth lingered on your throat. 
You felt him breathe under your hands. His chest rising and falling, quickening when you arched into him. 
That same rumble echoed out of him. Vibrating through him and into you.
You rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to enclose his arms around you. 
His heart-beat was steady, a deep throb under the trembling base of his growl.
It was…nice. Had Dark felt this way when you had touched him? 
His head dipped lower, his lips grazing over your shoulder. His voice low as he spoke.  “When we were on that couch, I was lost, I felt like I was floating away into nothing.” His fingers stroked your arms, circling your wrists and twisting with your hands. “I was in a hole. Something I will try not to fall into again, but, you were the rope that pulled me out.” 
You whimpered when Dark pressed a kiss on your shoulder.
“I thank you for that.” He said, “And I want to return what you did for me.” 
You lifted your head to meet his gaze. That same warmth from four weeks ago had returned, and a small smile stretched his lips. 
“Dark, I..I shouldn’t-”
“I don’t want you to do anything,” Dark said. “Just…stay still for me.” 
You nodded and Dark lowered his lips to yours. He paused for a moment. A hairs breadth away from meeting you. His eyes searched your own. 
Permission? Denial? Acceptance? 
He only saw curiosity, and with a gentle smile, he leaned into you. 
The kiss was slow, both of you uncertain. But Dark continued on, tasting you with as much patience as he could muster. 
I’ve hurt her. She won’t accept me. Not yet.
Your eyes closed and you felt one hand leave yours to cup your face. His thumb brushed your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair. 

Suddenly, Dark drew back with a quiet hiss. 
“Dammit,” He growled, holding his head. 
“Dark?” Your voice was distant. Like you were shouting from the end of a tunnel. 
Get back in your cage! Mark yelled. You don’t belong here!
Dark stumbled backwards. His back striking a wall as he fought with his body to stay in control. He felt you grip his hand, begging him to talk to you. He growled and Mark shoved her back. 
“Stay away,” Mark warned. But Dark snarled at him. 
“I’m not done with her,” He said through clenched teeth. 
“You are done.” Mark yelled. “I’m not letting you toy with her.” 
Dark looked up at you, eyes wide and confused. Conflicted. 
How should you help? Who should you help? 
Dark chuckled, “See, love. It didn’t take long, you’re almost on my side now.” 
Your eyes sharpened, anger flaring in those sparkling gems. 
“So that’s what this was about?” You asked, “You just wanted me to keep Mark back.” 
What? No? He hadn’t meant it that way!
Before he could mend what he did, Mark threw back his head, slamming his skull into the wall. 
Dark howled and Mark pulled him back. He fell into the abyss, your name flying from his lips. 

(Sorry if this went a bit off the fluff.)

archie and cheryl dating would consist of:

  • red lipstick stains on his lips and his cheek and his neck and on the rim of his water bottle when he offers her a sip after practice
  • his beloved varsity jacket draped over her shoulders when she’s in her cheer outfit because let’s be real, fashion icon cheryl blossom would not wear it willy-nilly when there is potential outfit-clashing
  • (she does, however, make a habit of stealing his cardigans because they’re comfy and usually work with her wardrobe)
  • (speaking of fashion, graphic tees make her cringe and luckily archie doesn’t own many, but she lets it slide whenever he wears his spiderman shirts because it’s his favorite comic book in the world and it also happens to match her spider pins so whatever, it’s perfect)
  • archie fiercely defending cheryl at the drop of a hat
  • against her family and their classmates and even his friends from time to time, because it happens, it’s cheryl, there’s a lot of history, but veronica and kevin are open enough and betty and jughead are less so for reasons that he understands, but they make an effort for archie, and when polly gives birth and betty sees cheryl totally in love with the twins and there for polly, it’s easier to let the past be the past
  • archie talking his dad into letting cheryl stay for dinner and eventually staying some nights because her house is a hell hole and now that she’s confessed the extent of the bad blood between her and her parents, he wants to keep her as far away from that horror house for as long as possible
  • and yeah, i believe his dad would warm up to cheryl because she’s not her parents and when you learn to chip away at that wall she builds up he sees how vulnerable she is, how much she craves warmth and love and acceptance, and to just be wanted, and then he finds himself spoiling her a little
  • archie complimenting cheryl literally all the time, about anything and everything, because she gets this soft look in her eyes and it’s obvious that she didn’t get this kind of validation from her own family and has to teach herself to be confident, and she is and that’s great, but it’s nice to actually be told your worth instead of always having to convince yourself
  • on the flip side, cheryl doing the same with archie, praising his talents and his kindness and his big, big heart, because he’s always the first to put himself down and he shouldn’t always have to apologize for himself
  • cheryl is a Feminine Icon, okay, she’s no one’s property, but she likes wearing archie’s jerseys because he looks so damn happy to see her in his number and she really likes that
  • also it gets him all hot for her and she likes that too
  • speaking of which: archie always playing with the hem of her skirts when she’s straddling him when they makeout
  • because she’s always on top when they makeout, let’s be real
  • but, okay, maybe not always because sometimes she just likes how it feels to be held, likes the way archie lowers her all gently on his bed and kisses her soft and slow and sweet, and he towers over her like he’s trying to keep the rest of the world away
  • cheryl painting her toes on his bed while he messes with his guitar or does homework or plays video games with jughead
  • and on that note, cheryl and jughead being witty and catty with each other, but it’s actually kind of fun, and they’re also two different brands of cynicism and sarcasm and they kind of work together, too? and archie gets a kick out of it, just watches his girlfriend and his best friend bicker and get in full-blown debates at the dinner table while his dad shakes his head
  • archie and cheryl cuddled under a blanket in his backyard or on his porch while watching a movie on his laptop because it’s “like the drive-in” and she rolls her eyes but is actually very touched and he can tell
  • archie and cheryl sitting on the same side of the booth at Pop’s, sharing a strawberry milkshake
  • archie actually putting thought into his outfits because he knows fashion means a lot to cheryl, and jughead just rolls his eyes
  • archie constantly having to shoot apologetic looks when cheryl drops one of her infamous one-liners and then struts away, leaving everyone stunned in her wake, and archie is outwardly exasperated but inwardly amused by the whole thing
  • cheryl probably falls in love with archie before he falls in love with her because she’s always been so intense and had all this emotion in her and hasn’t had very many people care for her as genuinely as archie has and so of course she’s going to latch onto that, and archie feels like an ass for little while he’s still trying to catch up with her, but he knows it won’t take him long to get to that point too because it’s cheryl
  • the first time they say I Love You to each other is probably in the middle of a fight because of course they’re that dramatic
  • and like, when they fight, cheryl always storms away first and archie hates that it’s so easy for her to walk away, but eventually she admits that it’s because she hates when people leave her, so she has to be the one that leaves first because in her mind, maybe that’ll make it hurt a little less, and he knows he can’t promise not to walk away from her since he’s done it before (and yeah, he feels even guiltier about it now), so instead he promises that he’s always going to go after her and makes her promise to give him the chance to
  • basically: archie and cheryl could be everything together
  • and their aesthetic would always be on point

anonymous asked:

could you maybe write a few characters (of your choice) reacting to an artist s/o drawing them?


  • Genji’s always held a passing interest in art, focusing more on how it makes him feel instead of any measurable quality. Once he learned that you were an artist, he always hoped that you’d create something for him, though he’d never ask out of fear of seeming rude.
    • On your one-year anniversary he’d take you back to his home in Hanamura, wanting to show you the cherry blossom trees when they’re in full bloom. He’d certainly say something about how the beauty of nature pales in comparison to you.
    • You had drawn Genji is secret, wanting it to be a surprise, making sure that everything was perfect. You’d pull it out of your pocket, carefully unfolding it before nudging him with your elbow.
    • Genji would gently pull the drawing from your hands, staring at it for several moments, his helmet doing little to reveal his feelings. He’d slide his helmet open, a massive smile painted across his face, before pulling you into a tight hug.
    • Arigato.” He’d whisper into your ear, pulling you closer as he nuzzled into your neck. The gentle breeze running over each of you as you embrace each other.
    • He’d carry the drawing with him wherever he goes, often looking at it before beginning meditation. You bring him a great deal of peace, and it’s nice to be able to carry that with him.


  • Amelie used to hold a deep passion for the fine arts, she was a ballet dancer, after all. But that was a lifetime ago, and the memories of the past are of little comfort to her. She was intrigued upon learning that you are an artist, but didn’t want to open herself up the feelings she’s suppressed.
    • You’d been working on getting her to let you draw her for some time, slowly but surely wearing her resolve down. Eventually she’d let you draw her, though rather reluctantly, as long as you promised to stay quiet.
    • She’d set up on a couch, wanting to pose as a model for your drawing, preferring to stay in the realm of more ‘classical’ arts. Amelie would be completely motionless as you drew her, not a single complaint as you diligently worked, you’d think she didn’t know you were even there.
    • You’d let her know when you finished, motioning for her to come over to see it. She’d elegantly strut over, taking a keen interest in your work, surprised to see how similar in likeness it was to her.
    • She’d nod, noting that your work was “Acceptable.” before planting a quick kiss on your cheek. Amelie would leave the room, not wanting you to notice the blush beginning to appear on her cheeks.
    • It had been a long time since she had been involved with art in any sense, sans her work as Widowmaker. Your drawing would bring a lot of emotions back to her, and she’d prefer to stuff them back inside. It’s up to you whether or not she’s successful in that regard.


  • Lucio is thrilled when he learned that you were an artist. He loves any sort of art, particularly visual mediums, so your work is extremely exciting to him. If you’re lucky, he might even commission you to create some art for his next album, and he’ll definitely persuade you to draw Kambo.
    • He loves it when you draw him, saving literally every single drawing you’ve ever made, it doesn’t matter if it was of him or not. That drawing you made of the bird outside the window? It’s taped to the back of his laptop. The one you did of his Kambo costume? Framed on his nightstand.
    • Lucio would want you to draw things in the moment, it doesn’t matter how rough the sketch is, he tries to get you to capture the immediacy of life. That’s his personal preference, since he always likes to focus on the brighter things, but anything you draw is a masterpiece to him.
    • Sometimes he likes to watch you draw while he works on music, sitting beside you with a bright smile as he watches you diligently work. You’re a muse to him, and he enjoys to work the inspiration you give him into his music.
    • Lucio likes to do little exchanges with you, offering to trade a song for a drawing. Overall, you’re both going to be working on a lot of art, though your mediums are a little different. You make his bright smile even brighter, and he’s going to support your drawing no matter what.

I had two options.
1. I could grow the fuck up and let go of something so self destructive
2. I could hold on so tight to a dying friendship

I thought I chose the first one as I rolled my eyes at the sound of his name and laughed with my friends about how stupid I was for hanging around so long. But at 3 am the other day, I was up feeling anxious and all I could think was how you begged me to stay six months ago and I barely put up a fight since. Now I’m wondering who actually let go. Was it you.. or me?

—  Everyone thinks I was the stupid girl chasing a boy who didn’t want me, but they didn’t see you on that December night. They don’t know.
Jealousy Takes Control

Imagine request from @vitalanidragonbane for:
Jon X Reader where he is jealous(possessive) when he sees Theon heavily flirting with you even though you keep trying to tell him you’re already Jon’s. So when Jon’s wolf-like traits surface, he pulls you away to your shared bedchambers where he shows you that you’re his and he’s hers and nobody else can have her and he might just have to kill the next guy that flirts with her. SMUT PLEASE!!

Jon Snow X Reader

A/N: Smutty smut smut smut. Had so much fun writing this :) With love, Kat

Words: 2018

Jon Snow. A bastard of the North. He was incredibly beautiful. He had dark, brooding eyes and thick curly hair to match. His full lips felt like heaven on yours and his strong, but gentle hands perfectly complimented his muscular frame. He was all yours and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jon had made you his months ago, claiming that you were his all along.

While you were walking through the halls of the castle, you heard the clacking of nails on the stone floor behind you and turned around to be met with Ghost’s large frame.
“Hey boy, you following me again?” you chuckled as you scratched behind his ear. The large wolf leaned into your touch and nuzzled his face into your neck. Ever since Jon made you his, if he wasn’t by your side, Ghost was. Even though some would find it overbearing, you found it comforting. No matter what, you were safe, and Ghost listened to whatever you said unless it was to leave you alone. He had strict orders from Jon to never leave your side if Jon wasn’t around.
“Come on, Ghost. Let’s go wash you up, your fur is a bit dirty” you said, leading the wolf up to yours and Jon’s shared bedchambers.

You undressed so that you were just in your underdress so you could wash Ghost without getting your dress wet or dirty. As the large wolf stepped into the tub, you grabbed the soap so you could scrub his fur and removed the dirt. He had turned from pure white to ash grey over the past month. After he was thoroughly cleaned, you reached to drain the tub and Ghost dipped his nose into the water, flicking it up quickly, successfully splashing water all over you.
“Ghost!” you gasped in disbelief and laughed, your underdress now soaked through and see through to the point of being able to see your breasts. He nudged your chin with his nose and you turned to the doorway, to see Jon leaning against it with a grin on his face.
“Your wolf is almost as insatiable as you are, Snow” you grinned, getting up from where you were sitting and allowing ghost to get out of the tub. You then moved to help Ghost dry off when you felt two muscular arms wrap around your waist and those perfect lips press against your neck.
“Ghost can dry himself, love” Jon whispered in your ear, “for now I have a bit of disappointing news for you.”
You frowned, “What’s going on, Jon?”
“I have to leave” he kissed your cheek, “for a little while” another kiss, “with Robb and my father” another kiss, “to handle some business in White Harbor” he said, planting a final kiss on your forehead.
“Jon, I don’t want you to leave” you practically whined, you hadn’t gone without Jon for more than a week and now he was leaving you for a few months.

But, just as quickly as you got upset, Jon turned you on almost as quickly.
“Love, you’re all wet. I think you need to get changed” he said, smirking and letting his voice drop into a low, seductive tone. He let his hands roam over the wet fabric, allowing his thumbs to tease your nipples through the thin underdress, eliciting a moan from you and causing you to arch your back. Jon let out a low growl and pinned you against the wall, you would be lying if you said his wolf-like traits didn’t get you soaking wet with desire. You loved it when he turned primal and being without him for so long was weighing heavily on your mind. You and Jon made love every night, sometimes several times throughout the day, and being without him for just a week nearly drove you mad. You weren’t sure your own hands could satisfy you for the months that he was going to be gone.
“Jon don’t tease me and leave me” you pouted, knowing he was going to have to go soon.
“Trust me, Y/N. I don’t know how I’m going to go that long with out being able to touch you” he said, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest, “or kiss you. By the gods the absence of your lips on mine is going to drive me mad and not waking up next to you is going to make every morning feel like Seven Hells.”

The next day, Jon left and you were stuck in Winterfell by your lonesome. Well, you weren’t totally alone but it felt like you were with Jon not around, thankfully you had Ghost by your side the whole time he was gone. You had gotten much closer to Theon, Sansa, and Arya in the time that the boys were off in White Harbor. However, Theon seemed to be getting too close to you, letting his touches linger for far too long.
“Y/N, I was thinking we could go for a ride today, get away from the castle for a bit” Theon said, letting his hand linger on the small of your back.
“Theon, I suggest you remove your hand from me before Ghost removes it for you” you gestured to the wolf who’s hair was standing on end, with his teeth bared and an angry growl coming from his throat.
“I hardly think I should be afraid of a measly wolf” Theon started and then trapped you between his body and the wall, “he’s only here to watch over you until Jon returns. For now, I want you.”
“Quit it, Greyjoy” you replied, clearly annoyed.
“Y/N, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I can show you how good you should feel. I can make you feel better than Snow ever could” he said, running one hand up your side and letting the other keep you trapped against the wall.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Theon?” you hear a voice rasp out, and you see Jon standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with rage. Theon backed away from you in fear.
“Jon!” you yelled, running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You planted kisses to his face and neck while he stayed staring at Theon. Suddenly, he grabbed you forcefully by your chin and made you look up at him, the sensation bordering on pain.
“You. Are mine” he said, talking more so Theon would hear than telling you.
“I know” you smiled up at him. You could practically see the jealousy coursing through his veins and smell the anger radiating off of him.
“With me. Now.” Jon said as he dragged you off by your arm to your bedchambers.

The second the door was closed, Jon had you shoved up against it.
“Mine” he growled out as he pushed you harder into the door and marked your neck with bruises.
“Yes, Jon. All yours” you moaned out, letting yourself melt into his rough touches.
“What did he say to you?” he asked, walking you backwards towards the bed.
“H-he told me that.. He told me he could m-make me feel better than y-you c-could” you stuttered out, hesitant. You knew it would make Jon angry, but you had no idea just how angry.
“What? What the hell did he say?!” he was circling you now, like a predator circling prey. You were scared and massively turned on at the same time.
“He told me he could make me feel better than you could. But we both know that’s not true, baby” you said, almost pleading. He finally stopped circling and pushed his chest against yours, the backs of your knees hitting the bed.
“On the bed” he said, pointing to the lush furs that covered your shared bed.

Once you were laid down on the bed, he moved to untie your dress, his mouth following his fingers as he went. Once your dress was off, he hovered over you, taking in all of your features. He put his lips to your ear,
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll never even look at another man” he said as he let his fingers slide down your stomach and across your slick folds.
“Oh gods, you’re already so wet for me, love” he said, groaning at the feeling of your wetness.
“Only for you, Jon.”
Those words made him smile up at you as he kissed his way down your stomach and across your inner thigh. His beard tickling your skin as he went. He let his tongue sweep lazily across your folds and pushed two fingers into you, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot. He kept curling his fingers and gently pumping them in and out, causing you to arch your back and thread your hands into his hair, pulling his face closer to you as he licked and sucked at your clit.
“I want you to finish on my tongue, love” Jon said as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. When he knew you were close because he felt your walls clenching around his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, letting it explore you as he rubbed tight circles on your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long before waves of pleasure were crashing over you, causing you to moan out his name at your high point.

Jon then removed the rest of his clothes and moved over top of you so he was resting on his forearms and he smiled and chuckled at you. In that moment you were happy you were laying down because of how wobbly in the knees his smile and laugh made you.
“I love you, Jon Snow”
“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N” he said as he positioned himself at your entrance and slid into you while he buried his face in your neck and let out an obscene moan. When he was buried to the hilt inside of you, you couldn’t help but beg for him.
“I need you, Jon. Please” you said, arching your back and moving your hips in an attempt to get more friction.
“I’m going to make you feel so good you’re going to forget your own name, love” and with that, he began thrusting into you, hard and fast. He was pounding into you with such force that you were sure you’d split in two, his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure there would be plenty of bruises and soreness tomorrow, but you knew that’s what Jon wanted. He wanted you marked, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

“I’m close, Jon” you moaned out as he continued to thrust into you.
“Me too, love” he said, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic.

Within moments, you were screaming each others’ names and he was spilling into you while you found your release all over his cock. He toppled down on you, not caring if his weight was too much and after a few moments of catching your breath, he pulled out of you and laid beside you, letting you rest your head on his chest.
“You know, Y/N” he said, lazily dancing his fingers across your back and shoulders, “I might just have to kill the next man that flirts with you.”
“Jon Snow, you’re insatiable and rabid with jealousy. You know I want nobody but you.”
“I can’t help but be jealous. I have the most beautiful woman in all of Westeros, I just don’t want anyone else to touch you.”
“Neither does Ghost apparently, I thought he was going to kill Theon a few times” you chuckled.
“A few times?” you saw rage flash in Jon’s eyes again.
“Relax, wolf. Ghost was protecting me” you smile up at him.

“I’m serious when I say I’ll kill the next man that flirts with you” he said, cuddling close to you.
“I know you are, Snow” you said, letting yourself drift into sleep. And before long the both of you were fully asleep, with Jon snoring lightly.

Here’s a fic based on the first part of this post w/ College AU klance, Lance sick and stranded at the airport, and Keith knowing what caretaking is.

For Lance, bad news comes in the form of a woman’s voice, calmly notifying the lobby full of passengers that their flight to Michigan has been delayed for five hours due to severe weather conditions. His stomach drops. Uncomfortable dread washes over him. He can’t take another five hours in the airport, he just can’t.

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“Tell me again.”

They were all lying in bed. Rosie was happily napping on top of the two men, who were staring up at the ceiling smiling and chatting the day away. John had stared at Sherlock and when prompted by the other, he started to rattle off all the things he loved about him.

“You’re quite full of yourself Mr. Holmes.”

Sherlock scoffed. “Indulge me, John. Please.”

John rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh fine, whatever Sherlock wants, Sherlock gets.”

Sherlock smiled and moved Rosie up so that her face would be buried in the crook of his neck. Her soft breaths tickling at the skin of his neck. John was stroking her hair to help her stay asleep.

“Let’s see, let’s see…I love your hair. I’ve always loved it. I love the way it looks when you wake up. I love the way it looks when you style it, although I don’t appreciate how long you take to do it, love. I adore your curls so very much, Sherlock. I love that they’re on your head, and I love that you wear them so well.”

Sherlock’s face was as red as could possibly be. John laughed, showing all his teeth this time. Sherlock liked the fact that he was so happy. That he finally felt good enough to laugh with him.

“Okay, okay. I love your eyes. I absolutely love your eyes, Sherlock. I love the fact that they’re so expressive on you. Even when you think you’re being this stone-cold detective, your eyes always give you away. They’re so blue, sometimes they’re a mixture of blue and green, they’re absolutely stunning, Sherlock.”

Sherlock rolled over so that Rosie and he were now nose-to-nose so that John wouldn’t see just how much he made him blush. The baby’s breath smelled like the formula she drank an hour ago, and Sherlock pressed a tiny kiss to her button-nose.

“Anything else, John?” Sherlock’s voice was as soft as he could will it, careful not to wake the baby up.

“You know how I feel about you, Sherlock. You know I love being with you, that I love waking up to your face in the morning. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Sherlock. God, I don’t think there’s enough words to help you fully understand how captivated I am with you. Look at me now, I don’t think anyone could ever make me smile like I am now.”

Sherlock propped his head up, his blush lessened so that his cheeks looked relatively normal. His elbow rested underneath his head and his other arm now wrapped around Rosie’s tiny body. He stared at John and yes, it was true that he loved Sherlock like he’s never loved before. But does John truly know the extent of how much John was loved and needed? He waited for the conversation to die away. John hadn’t said anything, and Sherlock was waiting for John to say something. Sherlock closed his eyes and sighed. Oh John…

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

John’s brows furrowed and he turned to face Sherlock. “Ask you what?”

Sherlock’s mouth hung open. “John! Aren’t you going to ask me what I love about you?”

“Oh. Well, it’s probably a short list.”

“John, I can’t believe you just said that to me.” Sherlock immediately sat up and grabbed Rosie in his arms. He walked off with her and then returned shortly. He laid right next to John and made sure that the man’s eyes were on him.

“John, do you know what I love about you?”

John shook his head. Sherlock’s hands hovered above his face and landed on his cheeks. “I love your cheeks so much, so round and soft. I love your face. You have the face of a soldier, and I don’t just mean because of the army. I hope that when you look into the mirror you see the most handsome man on earth, because that’s how I feel every time I see you.”

Sherlock placed two kisses to both of John’s cheek. He moved to John’s hair and ran his hand through it.

“And this hair. John your hair so perfect to me! So, blond and shiny. You usually wear it like you’re still in the army, but can I tell you now that I really, really love what you’ve done with it recently. You look so handsome, I wish you’d believe me when I tell you.”

Sherlock kissed John’s smiling lips and moved down to his stomach. John watched with careful eyes as Sherlock pulled his shirt up and kissed the pudge. John blushed and threw his hands to his face.

“Christ, Sherlock.”

“John, I know you hate it, I see the way you stare at yourself when you think I’m not watching. John, my conductor of light, love of my life, one of the things I love the most about you is this pudge. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re perfect the way you are. I love the way your shirts show this little softness whenever you tuck them in, or sit down. Do you know how proud I am when I see this?”

“How proud?”

“I am so immensely proud of you, John! When I met you, you were rivaling me in being thin. I see this, as well as your scars, as progress to how far you’ve come. You’re so much stronger than you think you are John. Do not think for a second that you are anything less than perfect to me, do you understand?”

John’s eyes were wide at Sherlock’s words. They were glassy too and that nearly moved the brunet to tears. Sherlock smiled at John’s shock and kissed him on the mouth, he pulled away and saw that John’s mouth was still open. He kissed him again and again until John finally responded. When they pulled away, Sherlock moved to rest his head on John’s stomach when he heard John’s low voice say,

“Tell me again.”  

“Yes, John. I’ll tell you again and again until you understand how dear you are to me.”

When John thought he wasn’t looking, Sherlock spotted the lonely tear roll down his cheek and frown. This man deserved all the love in the world.


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Make it Permanent (Snowbaz AU)

– Simon –

I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept more than 3 hours a night in weeks. I’ve been staying awake, watching Baz, trying to figure out what he’s planning. I’m sure Baz is up to something and I’m going to stop him. Penny doesn’t believe me of course (she hasn’t since fifth year) but he’s been staring more than usually lately and I’m certain he’s plotting my death. Penny thought this was ridiculous when I brought it up to her.

“Penny,” I had whined, “He won’t stop staring with his evil grey eyes and sometimes- sometimes he even smiles! I swear he’s thinking of all the ways he could kill me.”

Penny had just rolled her eyes and told me to drop it and focus on my homework.

School is a whole other issue. I just can’t get myself to focus on elocution and how slang affects spells when I know none of it is going to help me. I’m hopeless at magic. The only thing I can do is explode with it. I’m a weapon of mass destruction and I don’t fancy going off in the middle of class cause I tried to cast something as simple as dime a dozen. So instead I stare out of the window, gazing out at the Wavering Wood, listening to the sounds of my classmates casting spells in the classroom behind me. Most of the time, none of the teachers will call me out. They’re all scared I’ll go off too. They’d much prefer leaving the precious chosen one daydreaming out the window than risk having to clean up after me when I fuck up. Assuming I leave anything behind once I go off. So far I’ve managed to protect everyone when it does happen, but the risk is far too great. I most likely would have been expelled from Watford on the grounds that i’m a danger to the whole fucking world if I wasn’t the Chosen One.

The bell ringing distracts me from my thoughts and I push myself out of my desk, smiling at Penny when I meet her outside the door of the classroom.

My thoughts drift as we walk across the great lawn.

“Simon. Simon are you even listening?”

I glance over at Penny and realize she’s been talking to me the whole time.

“What? Sorry Pen. I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, Si.” she puts her hand up against my cheek and I lean into it. “How much sleep are you getting? You can’t stay up all night keeping an eye on him. He may be a nocturnal vampire, but you aren’t.”

“I know. I know,” I sigh.

“Look, just try and get some sleep tonight,” she says, “promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” She smiles at me. “Now I need to get to class. I’ll see you at supper, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I smile back and she turns, setting off back across the lawn.

I yawn. I still have two more classes today, but I could probably fit a quick nap in before my next one. I head closer to the Wavering Woods and flop down into the grass, my back against a tree. Just a quick nap, I think as I start to fade off.

– Baz –

I hurry out towards the Wavering Wood as soon as I get out of class. I haven’t had any blood for days because that idiot Snow has decided to start keeping odd hours, probably convinced I’m up to something again. Whatever his issue with me is this time, I haven’t been able to sneak out after hours without the danger of him following me like he did fifth year. I couldn’t risk it. But I’m starving and I need to drink something, at least a small badger, before my next class. My fangs have been popping every time a breeze blows my way, I feel like I’m thirteen again and just getting used to having fangs at all.

I’m so distracted that I don’t notice the sleeping boy beneath the trees until I trip over him. I crash down in a tangle of limbs and flailing.

“Fuck! Fuck! Are you alright? I’m so sorry! Fuck-”

I turn to see who I stumbled over and see curls and bright blue eyes, wide after being woken up so suddenly.

“Oh. It’s just you.” I sneer. “Hello Snow.”

He blinks stupidly at me for a moment, eyes as wide as saucers. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know. Just going for a nice stroll between classes until I was tripped by some idiot sleeping under a tree.”

He looks affronted at that. And he bloody well should be. It’s his fault I’m in this mess in the first place.

“Were you spying on me?” Snow narrows his eyes.

I scoff. “Snow, if I was spying on you, you wouldn’t know it. Now seeing as I’m practically in your lap, I think we can both come to the conclusion that is not what I was doing.”

And then I realize, I’m practically in his lap. Our legs are all tangled up together and I’m basically lying across him, my elbows in the dirt, scuffing up my button-up. I think he realizes this as well as I feel him start to shift his legs underneath me.

“Um…” he starts, blushing like mad. “Could you maybe, you know…” he trails off, gesturing at me.

“Right,” I say. My cheeks would be turning red if I had enough blood in me.

There’s a moment of almost silence as we try and untangle ourselves. Just Simon’s loud breathing.

I manage to get my arm up and around Simon to try and push myself up before I stop.

The world sways and spins around me.

“Are- are you alright?” Simon asks.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to push a sneer back on my face. “Yeah, I just. Y’know I think I may have hit my head”

Everything suddenly comes to a sharp focus as Simon puts his hands in my face, pulling me down closer to him. I realize I’m now completely on top of him, my hands on either side of his head. Aleister Crowley, as if this day could get any worse.

“Baz, Baz. Look at me.” Simon sighs. “Look, I may hate you, but I need to make sure you don’t have a concussion or something.”

I glance back down at him and his blue blue eyes stare into mine. I’m pretty sure I’m blushing now. What little blood left in me all rushing to my face at my closeness to Simon. After moments that seem like years staring into the depths of his eyes, he relaxes a bit.

“Okay,” he says, yawning a bit, “You’re probably fine but maybe you should just, stay here a bit.”

I nod my assent, too dizzy and distracted by Simon to argue.

He slowly guides me down to my elbows, and then to the ground, so that my right side is on the ground, but I’m still leaning against him. My head rests against his shoulder. I can feel his heartbeat, fast and steady through my palm that rests on his chest. I glance up and see him watching me, an odd look on his face.

“I still hate you, you know.” I nod and look away, pushing all of my panicked thoughts (what the fuck am I doing?) to the back of my head. I’m too dizzy to care what Simon feels for me at this moment, so long as I can stay curled up next to his warm body and feel his magic spark against his skin.

I slowly let my eyes fall shut, drifting off to the sound of Snow’s even breathing.

I wake up slowly, blinking at the twilight that has set in. The sun has gone down and I can’t remember what I’m doing outside. Then I glance over and see Simon. Simon, asleep beside me. I stare for hours, or maybe minutes, or maybe eternity. Tracing his moles from his eyelid to his cheek. Watching his chest rise and fall gently. How can he be so alive all the time? It fills me with envy. That he’s alive with such ease.

My stirring must have woken him, because his eyes open softly, piercing blue right into mine.

“Baz?” he whispers softly. Confused and still wrapped in sleep.

“What’re you doing here?” he mumbles.

“Shhhh, Simon” I say, because I can’t help myself. “You’re fine. Go back to sleep. You need it.”

“Mmm” he agrees, closing his eyes.

I start to shift, carefully trying to pull myself from his grip. I really need to feed, as much as I want to stay here with Simon forever.

“Where are you going?” he says softly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”

I stand and watch him curl in on himself in my absence, and then walk towards the woods.

– Simon –

I wake in my bed. Confused and alone. I glance around our room but don’t see Baz. I remember falling asleep. His soft hair brushing up against my cheek in the grass. He seemed so innocent and soft when he was injured. Dizzy from hitting his head when he tripped over me. His eyes soft and scattered. Like a baby bunny I needed to take care of. Bunnicula maybe. The bed next to me is empty, but I don’t remember how I got up here. Sleep starts to seep over me again and I let it, closing my eyes.

Some time later I wake to the door creaking open.

“Baz?” I ask.

He looks up from the door, his hair falling in his eyes which glint a steel grey in the darkness.

“Yeah?” he asks. I can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

I decide to start with the easy questions.

“What time is it?”

“Um, probably a little after midnight,” he guesses.

“Where were you?”

He huffs a laugh and starts moving towards his bed. For once, I decide to leave it alone.

“Wait,” I say as he begins to climb into his bed. He pauses and turns to look at me. I swallow, suddenly unsure of what I was thinking.

“Um, do you wanna, maybe,” I take a deep breath, “sleep here, with me, tonight?”

I don’t expect the genuine smile that lights his face as he moves towards me cautiously.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say, smiling back. “That was the best sleep I’ve had in months.”

“Maybe if you weren’t up all night watching me…” he starts, wrapping his arms around me.

“Well we’ll just have to make this a more permanent thing, so I can always know where you are.”

He laughs quietly, “I don’t think I’d mind that.”

I used to stay up at night wishing for you to see me as the person that i really am. 
I was the person you went to when you were feeling low and I was the person who built your confidence. I was the one you could truly be vulnerable in front of and I thought because you showed me your insecurities that it meant you were going to love me. I thought being the only girl in your life who you had let in so deeply would mean that we would eventually be together, that you would eventually notice how long I’ve been standing here.
I used to hope for it, I used to hope that you would see me laughing or something and it would hit you, that you were in love with me, that every emotion I felt for you was reciprocated. but that never happened..
and as we grew older, I so desperately wanted to hold us together  because you were also the only person that I ever let see me. You were the only person I told everything too and you were the person I could be vulnerable with.  And as we both met new people we always came back to each other because there was a mutual understanding. something that was always worth coming back for. And I tried to hold that together, but lately everything just seems so much more clear. 
like the way you would never talk to me properly in front of your other friends, as if you were more  than me.. and the way you hide who you really are in front of other people and I fell in love with that person that you hide away, but lately I feel like he isn't even there anymore. 
And I realize after all this time, I never got you because you never deserved me. You are just a mountain, hard, solid, rock; that is just fading into the scenery. I am a volcano, I have so much life inside of me, ready to gush out and set fires and change the form of everything I ever touch.
I’m sorry that you are so interested in fading into the background, I’m sorry that you are afraid of strong headed women and I am so sorry that you feel the need to belittle others just so you can feel more superior.. and I am so sorry that I was wrong about you. But we can no longer be together my friend, because I am not afraid of standing outside of the picture, I am not afraid of moving mountains to create change and I am comfortable enough with who I am that I do not feel the need to let everyone know that my presence is important.
—  I look to you and I see nothing.