lets see how long this stays up

'Boys, lock the door and stay all night. You’re with Medda now.'
  • Medda knows that Jack is partial to taking other guys out on dates sometimes
  • She doesn’t mind but she gets worried about him, especially when she reads about gay hangouts getting raided and shut down by the police. She hates the idea of him being involved in that and ending up back in the refuge or worse
  • So she lets him bring dates to the theatre. They can watch the performances as long as they stay out of the way and out of the sight of the audience. And if Jack spends the night with the guy in one of the rooms she don’t use that stores old props and costumes up in the attic, then that’s none of her business
  • So when Jack turns up with Davey in tow when they’re running from Snyder, Medda assumes this is another guy Jack’s courting. Only then she sees Les and how they’re all out of breath and Davey looks a little terrified, and she realises this isn’t a romantic occurrence
  • But two weeks later, when Jack brings a shy, slightly flustered Davey in, holding his hand, Medda hides a smile
  • She watches them both as they sit in the wings and watch the show. She approves of Davey when she sees that he spends more time looking at Jack than the performance - clearly this boy is smitten  
  • If Jack takes Davey upstairs after the show to ‘show him the props from last year’s production’ then that’s fine with her. He’s safe at Irving Hall Theatre, even if no where else.
[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

Exposure // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Three [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Sinning, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

Word Count: 8,233 (I got slightly carried away)

Song: Dance For You by Beyonce

A/N: I love Nia so much in this she reminds me of season one Stiles and aaah it just makes me smile brightly. Also, I really hope you guys like the surprise ending as much as I do.

“He’s at your house?!” Nia freaked out at me, slamming my locker door shut in the girl’s locker room. “The same guy from the club?!" 

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Dating Tom Holland would include...

Originally posted by spiderholland

A/N: Horrible day to hate my baby boy Tom, lol sorry not sorry. Also, Izzy this is for you (I know you’re gonna read it ♥)

Writer: Jess

  • Probably meeting him at a party or something
  • Tom being pretty self conscious around you while you two are not actually dating
  • Purely because he wants you to fall in love with Thomas Stanley Holland, not Tom “Spiderman” Holland, you know what I mean? 
  • And the thought of opening up so much to someone is kind of scaring for him
  • But once you are dating him, things change
  • Tom being as lowkey as he can about his relationship with you, at first 
  • His fans starting to suspect as you’re always with him, Haz and Harry
  • Having to deal with both the love and the hate you start to receive from them
  • Tom losing his fear of what can possibly happen because “life is too short, love, I gotta show you off”
  • Him taking you to every single premiere he goes
  • Some of them you’re gonna be on the red carpet with him, the other ones you’re just gonna be around with Haz
  • But you’re always gonna be there
  • Flying around the world with Tom whenever he has a press tour to do
  • Him asking you for a good luck kiss before every and any interview
  • So please, make sure you’re always around him, otherwise he’s gonna be like “Okay, Harrison, I can’t find my (Y/N), you’re gonna have to kiss me”
  • Actually, you having to deal with how close Tom is to Haz - and you loving it, because coME ON?????
  • Spending a lot of time with Haz when Tom is busy with a photoshoot or anything like that
  • Being really close to his family, to the point that sometimes his parents only let his brothers travel with him because you’re going too
  • Defending Harry when Tom teases him about his crush on you
  • “Thomas, I’m going to leave you for him, leave the kid alone!”
  • Facetiming your family and Tom simply joining you by shouting “HI, FAMILY”
  • Him going to visit your family with you
  • Having little silly fights with him, just like every single couple 
  • Tom crossing his arms and clenching his jaw when he’s mad at you
  • Kissing all over his jaw until he cracks a smile or pulls you for a hot kiss
  • Sex with Tom being either totally funny, awkward, loud and quick
  • Or slow, passionate, deep, quiet and sweaty
  • Him giving you piggy back rides
  • Borrowing his jackets
  • Planing a super birthday party for him
  • Staying awake the whole night just cuddling and listening to music with him
  • Having tons of playlists with him
  • Playlist for when you two are sleeping, cooking, on the car, having sex, flying, cleaning the house
  • Plus Tom never letting you clean his apartment alone
  • Staying with Tessa when he’s on another city/state/country and you couldn’t go with him
  • Tessa sleeping between you two sometimes
  • Having your pictures all over his instagram because like I said, he wants to show you off
  • Tom mentioning you on interviews but never calling you by your name
  • Whenever he talks about you, you’re “my girl”
  • Him loving to kiss you slowly for looong minutes
  • Making out with him all the time - on parties, before premieres, before going to sleep, while cooking, etc
  • “Hey, do you wanna make out?”
  • “Sure”
  • Tom being such a sucker for the way you hug him that he basically loves hugging you more than anything else
  • Massaging his back after a long time at the gym because he just works so hard to stay on that shape
  • Blaming you for it
  • “You’re always craving for pizza and ice cream, of course it’s on you, (Y/N)”
  • Waking him up at 3am to go eat some burgers
  • And Tom being like “hell yeah, let’s go”
  • Tom hating to see you cry and kissing your tears away, always
  • Holding your hands when you’re sad so somehow you know he’s there with you
  • Him always sleeping shirtless and wraping his arms around you, no matter how hot it is
  • “Thomas, I’m sweating, let me go”
  • “Shh, I’m sleeping”
  • Eskimo kisses after waking up in the morning
  • Sharing tons of cups of tea/coffee with him
  • Saying “I love you” to each other at least once a day
  • Both of you being beyond the whole jealous thing because you know none of you are actually going to leave the other
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?"
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
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”

Long Distance with Fred Weasley Would Include...

“hello! I was wondering if you could do a headcannon that involves dating Fred Weasley while being long distance and going to Ilvermorny in America. I love your work! its simply amazing!”

thank you anon, this request made me smile a lot; i’m happy that people like my work. i hope this is okay for you - thank you for the request, it means a lot. <3

  • Your family moving away to escape the upcoming wizarding war as you were muggleborn 
  • Obviously you told your parents the danger that you were all in
  • Your heart-breaking when realising you had to leave everything behind
  • Crying when asking Dumbledore to transfer your files to Ilvermorny for when you left
  • Crying in the Gryffindor Common Room
  • Fred walking in and seeing you crying
  • Him rushing to  your side immediately and worrying over you
  • What’s wrong, he asks
  • Has something happened?
  • Telling him you two need to talk - explaining about Ilvermorny and crying because of how heartbroken you are
  • “Well, have fun my love. I’ll miss you loads, but don’t miss me. Go live your life in America!”
  • Him thinking you’d break up 
  • Fred being upset but not letting you see that
  • Telling him you don’t want to go
  • And that you don’t want to break up because you love him
  • Fred’s heart slows down slightly from the fast pace it was at
  • Finding ways to stay in contact in front of the fire
  • Deciding on owl post
  • Buying an owl

  • Fred going to see you with Arthur before you leave the airport
  • Super long, tight hugs 
  • “I love you”
  • “I love you too, Freddie”
  • Fred writing you a letter about how much he misses you as soon as he gets home
  • Him not being sad because he knows he’ll see you again when everything’s better
  • Knowing it’s for your safety, yet missing you so much

  • After seven months in America
  • You settling in well at Ilvermorny
  • Fred’s letters still arriving every week, him mentioning how much everyone misses you
  • Especially himself
  • Leaving sweet messages at the end of your letters to each other
  • Using muggle telephones to hear each other’s voices every now and then
  • Fred saving up to visit you in America
  • Fred using floo network to travel to America when he realises he has magic parents
  • You finding the gesture sweet 
  • Hot dog dates in America
  • Getting Fred to try muggle candies
  • Taking him to the theater
  • Showing him Ilvermorny and getting him to meet your new friends
  • Them fawning over his accent, you telling them to sod off
  • “He’s my boyfriend, not yours”
  • Fred loving your jealousy a tiny bit

  • Fred having to return for the Battle of Hogwarts
  • Limbs tangled together in your bed
  • Both you and Fred crying
  • Both incredibly scared
  • Your parents not letting you go
  • “Be careful, Fred”
  • “I’m always careful”
  • A long kiss before he left for the UK
  • Worrying about him every day
  • Not hearing much from him anymore
  • Writing endless letters to him, getting no reply from him
  • Endless night, crying and asking anybody who was listening
  • “Why?”
  • Getting letters from his family asking how you were
  • You asking how they were
  • Presuming Fred was dead

  • Would Fred die when the love of his life was sat across the globe waiting for him to return?
  • Of course not
  • He surprised you one night
  • 2am
  • A shuffling and a bang in your living room
  • Grabbing your wand and heading there, prepared to fight the intruder
  • Lumos
  • Familiar ginger hair staring back at you
  • A large smile on his face
  • And you’re so ?? because you were convinced he was dead
  • But he wasn’t
  • He was perfectly alive and standing in front of you
  • Ready to start your new life together
  • Grateful, long hugs and thankful whispers
  • “You’re alive, you’re alive”
  • “Of course I’m alive. I’m Fred Weasley, you really think I’d leave you?”

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
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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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.

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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New Writing Prompts

I’ve made a new prompt list because even though I have four other lists, people keep sending in the same five or six prompts for different couples so here’s hoping this will add some variety. I know this list is hella long right now but I will delete prompts from it as requests come in. :)

  • “Stop what you’re doing!”
  • “Stop laughing!”
  • “Maybe if you listened, I wouldn’t have to keep telling you.”
  • “None of this was my doing, nor did I think any of it was okay.”
  • “What’s up with you today?”
  • “Just sit still for a few minutes.”
  • “I don’t need you anymore.”
  • "And you thought I’d be okay with that?”
  • "You put us both in danger.”
  • "I don’t understand you.”
  • "This is gonna hurt.”
  • "Can you slow down?”
  • "It’s too late for that.”
  • "I can’t believe you would do this.”
  • “Don’t underestimate me. I’m a seasoned pro.”
  • “I can’t talk about this anymore.”
  • "You taste like toothpaste.”
  • “Don’t ever say that again.”
  • "I don’t really care what you think.”
  • "I can’t do that.”
  • "This is a train wreck.”
  • "You’re still gonna go, aren’t you?”
  • "I’ve never felt anything like that.”
  • “This is completely different.”
  • "I went easy on you.”
  • “Look, I let you stay on my couch and eat my food, but this is going a bit far, don’t you think?”
  • “Do you see the extreme disappointment on my face? It’s all for you.”
  • “We’re not lost; I just decided to take the scenic route.”
  • "Hand over the last piece of cake and you won’t get hurt.”
  • "What do you mean the house is on fire?!”
  • "Are you following me?”
  • "Is this hell?”
  • "How are we getting out of this one?”
  • “If you say that one more time, you’ll hope for death.”
  • “No, no, your hair looks…unique. It’s okay, I’m sure we can fix it.”
  • “It’s just a frog, why are you so scared?”
  • “Trust me, I know exactly what I’m doing. Mostly.”
  • “This isn’t going to become a thing, is it?”
  • "Why am I the one who always has to be the grown up?”
  • “Not going to lie to you, we’re all going to die. But not today.”
  • “These are my absolute favorite pajamas!” 
  • “You’re lucky to be alive right now.”
  • “Wait, wait, how many did you say there were?“
  • “Do you think you could teach me?” 
  • “I just don’t think we’re compatable.”
  • “Just because you saved my life doesn’t mean I owe you anything!”
  • “I’m begging you, go change your clothes.” 
  • “How much of my life has been a lie?” 
  • “How do you live like this?”
  • “Is that really the best insult you could come up with?”
  • “Really, you’re going to judge me for this?”
  • “What could go wrong?”
  • “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”
  • “I know it’s technically not a big deal, but i will totally fight you over this.”
  • “I didn’t push you…the wind pushed you. ”
  • “I totally called it, but no one listened!” 
  • “But you have to remember!”
  • “Can I tell you about a dream I had?”
  • “Well, if that’s really what you want.”
  • “This changes everything!” 
  • “I’m going to give you the best night of your life.”
  • “So I bet you’re all wondering how I’m still alive.”
  • “No, you know what? Don’t answer that.” 
  • “No way,  that’s also my favorite!”  
  • "No matter what, I want you to know that I’m proud of you.”
  • “Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens so I’m going to be over a lot.”
  • “Would you stop coming in through the windows?! It scares the crap out of me every time!”
  • “You locked yourself out too?”
  • “I don’t mean to sound paranoid but I’m pretty sure you’re a serial killer.”
  • “I’m going to teach you how to dance. Come here.”
  • “I see you there all the time.”
  • “Here, let me show you how to do it.”
  • “That’s not a good sign.”
  • “Stop shooting at me! I’m innocent!”
  • “How long have you been standing there?”
  • “I had to see you again.”
  • “I missed you.”
  • “Are you jealous?”
  • “What are you afraid of?”
  • “Do you trust me?”
  • “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
  • “It’s not nearly as bad as it looks.”
  • “Come over here and make me.”
  • “Your hair’s all messed up. Let me fix it.”
  • “I can’t sleep.”
  • “Go then; leave! See if I care!”
  • “Wanna bet?”
  • “I’m not going to change. You’ll have to deal with it.”
  • “Are you serious? Do you have to do this now?”
  • “Do you think we’re bad people?”
  • “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
  • “Stop interrupting me!”
  • “Give me a chance.”
  • “I came to say goodbye.”
  • “I’m so in love with you.”
  • “Isn’t this amazing?”
  • “Catch me if you can!”
  • “You owe me.”
  • “It’s just your imagination.”
  • “I can take care of myself just fine.”
  • “Since when have we ever been friends?”
  • “We’re not just friends and you know it.”
  • “Just shut up and kiss me.”
  • “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
  • “How long do we have?”
  • “Am I ever going to see you again?”
  • “You make me feel invincible.”
  • ”Love isn’t perfect and that’s okay.”
  • “Are you ever going to tell him?”
  • “Just let me in. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
  • “I didn’t mean what I said.”
  • “Don’t look at me like that.”
  • “What do you mean you love me?”
  • “I need a place to stay.”
  • “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
  • “Leave me alone.”
  • “I never meant to hurt you.”
  • “You need to leave.”
  • “I wish I’d never met you.”
  • “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”
  • “Can I kiss you right now?”
  • “Don’t touch me.”
  • “Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.”
  • “I hate how much I love you.”
  • “That’s starting to get annoying.”
  • “I’ll keep you safe.”
  • “How did you find me?”
  • “I don’t want to talk about it.”
  • “You’re too good for this world.”
  • “I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.”
  • “Are you kidding me?! We’re not fine!”
  • “You can’t just sit there all day.”
  • “I’ve liked you for a while now.”
  • “Are you flirting with me?”
  • “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
  • “Don’t argue. Just do it.”
  • “Wait a second. Are you jealous?”
  • “I wasn’t going to wait around forever.”
  • “This is all my fault.”
  • “You deserve better than me.”
  • “Could you be happy here, with me?”
  • “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
  • “Something’s clearly wrong.”
A Hundred Lesser Faces: (Four)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story stems from the premise: what if Voyager!Claire had gone first to Lallybroch instead of directly to the print shop in Edinburgh?


“Jen, love?”

I started and jumped from the pillow in the dark, my whole body seizing and splintering wi’ panic—

But it was only Ian, of course, half-asleep at my back. He pulled me closer against him and kissed my shoulder.  “Yr—tossin’ and turnin’ about like—S’matter?”

“Nothin’…Nothin’, only somethin’ I ate,” I whispered, tryin’ to catch my breath.

“Get—ye somethin’?” 

“Nay, lad, I’ll—I’ll do,” I panted, my blood racing and pounding. “Go b—back to sleep, mo ghriadh.” I pulled back the quilts and made to sit up. “I’ll—go take a turn— settle meself.” Nearly midnight, it must be. 

Ian groped clumsily for me and caught my hand. “Lov’ye…”

Tears prickled in my eyes, sharp and hot against the air of the night. God, the tenderness of him—the sweetness and care and love this good man lavished upon me, always

“D’ye think me a good person, Ian?” I whispered into the dark between us. 


My throat felt sore, the words as raw and frail and desperate as my pathetic heart. “Am I truly good? Or have I only been good at pretendin’ to be…while I’m no more than the verra worst kind of filth?”

The question rang out into the silence; unanswered. He’d have reassured me, had he actually heard, had the soft, familiar whiffle of his snorin’ not already resumed. It was as well not to be coddled wi’ comforting lies. I kent the truth well enough. 

Oh, but how I ached to wake him, to tell him at least of Claire and the evil that I’d done; to let him hold me tight and safe while I wept into his chest; let the comfort of him surround me, soothe me, as he convinced me wi’ gentle kisses and soft words that all would be well, that he’d carry the burden wi’ me—that I wouldna be alone, ever.  

Alone like Jamie. 

Alone like Claire.

This was my penance: this coldness—this regret—this utter, writhing, blistering shame. I’d taken away any chance for their happiness, so for the rest of my life, I had to bear it; to atone, myself, however I might. Emptiness, carried alone: a fitting punishment for my crime. 

I kissed Ian’s brow, slipped out of bed, found my shawl, and made my way down the stairs toward the study. I reeled a bit on the treads, my head achin’ and spinnin’, and small bloody wonder, for I’d drunk heavily all the evenin’. 

At first, it were only that I was preparin’ myself for the task at hand, hopin’ the drink would brace me, give me courage for when I found the right moment to face Jamie. Every time I looked at him, though, the gentle hunger in his eyes that lit over bein’ wi’ family; the smile on his face as he played with the wee bairns, as he joyed in the balm of home—of love—God, my coward’s heart had bucked and fled, at every opportunity. 

And by the time I might have finally confronted things, the drink had taken hold, bringing my fears to bear, and I’d staggered up to my bed long before anyone else, and dreamt of screams of pain—and sorrow—and—

Now, I was surprised and relieved to find as I reached the bottom of the stairs that I was hardened, a wall of conviction slowly rising up around me, protectin’ me. Jamie need not know; Jamie must not be told. It was too late, after all; Claire was too far gone. I’d done wrong, to my everlasting shame. I’d committed a terrible, cruel evil against them both. But what good would it do to torture him wi’ that knowledge, now? When he had no chance of findin’ her? None. T’would be only agony to him, that wisp of hope, now vanished by my hand. 

No. He couldna ever be told. It was the kindest thing I could do, now, to keep the secret from hurting him further. 

All that remained was for me to find a way to live wi’ myself—drink and distraction; and there was always a good decanter of whisky in the study along wi’ the books. I pushed through the study door and was no more than two steps in before I collided wi’ something solid and—



My candle was somersaulting through the air and onto the good rug, and just as suddenly, quick fingers snatched it up again before it could catch.

“I’m so sorry, Jen,” Jamie was sayin’, settin’ the candlestick on the table next to one of his own before turnin’ back to grin at me, all sheepish in only his shirt. “I couldna sleep and came down for a dram and was looking at the books just there by the door, and—” He stopped and blinked, surveying me in alarm. “Lass, you’re white as a sheet and shaking like— Are ye hurt, dove?”

“No, its—I’m fine—” I shrank back from his touch, from the heartbreaking sweetness of the endearment.

Tell him.

Only—agony to him, now. 

It’s far pa—past—(breathe)—too late—damn me to hell for it. 

I turned hastily for the door. “I didna mean to intrude upon your quiet, Jamie, I’ll just—”

“No-no-no, dinna be daft,” Jamie laughed, eagerly, stepping swiftly around me to block the door. “Stay! Sit wi’ me a time—have a drink.”

“No, really, I should—”

“Jen, we barely got to speak all this evening,” he said, and there was more than a touch of hurt in that soft voice, those soft eyes. “Please? Stay wi’ me?”

Brother, if ye only kent what I was, you’d cast me out into the cold this moment, and have me walk until the very sea swallowed me up. 

And I’d deserve it. 


“Come on, wee fool,” Jamie said, gently, but in truth, he was begging. He wanted her to stay. He needed her to stay, to help drive this terrible sadness away, tonight. 

At last, she relented, and let him close the door. He held out his arms to her, and after a very long moment, she came to him. “It’s very glad I am to see ye, lass,” he whispered into her hair, trying not to let his voice crack with just how glad he was of it. 


Lord, why did she sound so tentative around him, tonight? She had been cool toward him all the evening, busying herself with the meal and with clearing it, and with taking another whisky, offering him one, but then bustling onward to the next task and retiring early before they could exchange more than a dozen words. 

“Tell me true.” He gently took her by the shoulders and held her far enough away to look her in the eye, beseeching. “Have I done something to wrong ye, lass?” 

She gaped at him, going even paler than before. “Wrong me?” 

“I dinna think I’m mistaken in noticing you’re no’ pleased to see me, this visit. So I’ll ask again….Have I done something that’s wronged ye?” Even moments ago, she had seemed barely to touch him as he embraced her. “I’ll do anythin’ I can to make it right, I swear it.” 

“Never.” To his astonishment, her face fell, and she made a little sound almost like a sob as she at last hugged him tight, a real embrace. “You would never do anything to wrong me, Jamie.” 

He held her close, the sense of home finally settling around him. His blood—his sister. 

“I’m sorry, Jamie,” she said, muffled into his chest, “I am glad to see ye. I’m just—no’ quite myself, tonight.” 

“Is something amiss wi’ ye then, dove? Are ye feeling ill?” 

“No, I’ll do.” He could have sworn she shuddered, but she pulled back and put her hands on her hips to study at him with brows drawn, as she always did, the dear, wee busybody. “Lord above, you’re too thin, ye great toad.”

“Are great toads typically thin?” he laughed, placing a kiss on the top of her head and moving to settle onto the plump cushions of the settee.

“Aye, and your voice all scratchit like one, to boot,” she laughed with something like her usual fire, curling her legs under her on the armchair facing him. “But truly, do ye get yourself fed at all, in Edinburgh?”

“Aye,” he said, passing her a whisky glass, “not grand fare, mind,” he winked, or tried to, “but dinna fash: I make it a special point of policy to eat every day.”

“Well, that’s good. Do it more, aye? You’re—” She shook her head, looking actually pained as she took him in again. “You’re….wasting away, Jamie.” 

He waved a hand in dismissal. “That’s why I must visit my sister, whose excellent cooks will always get me fattened up again.” 

“I must thank ye again for seeing my wee Ian safely home to me.”

“’Course, Jen,” he murmured, “happy to do it. The lad continues to be quite the handful, I see.” 

“God,” she groaned, “I’ve not the faintest idea what’s to be done about the wee eejit. S’like tryin’ to trap a breeze upon a mountaintop. I’m sure he’ll ask to be allowed to go back wi’ ye wi’ our blessing this time, but—” 

“I’d no’ mind it, owermuch” He tried to sound casual, not as desperately eager as he felt. “In fact, I verra nearly let him talk me into letting him stay, this time.”

“Wheedles something fierce, does wee Ian,” Jenny agreed ruefully. “I suppose ‘tis good for his hope of catchin’ a wife one day. A boy that’s so plain best ken how to wield charm to his good uses, at least,” she said with a grimace and a deep draught from her glass.

“Aye, that’s so,” Jamie laughed. “He can argue the black off a boot. Though, it was less to do wi’ him than me,” he added quietly, a moment later. 

“How’s that?”

“I’d have been happy for the company.” He shrugged, trying for nonchalance, but it was a shrug of unease. “It’s quite lonely, there in the shop.” His emptiness rang into the very corners of the room in the saying of it. 

Jenny heard it too, and put on a cheery, winning manner as she scoffed, “Nonsense, you’ve got Fergus, aye?”

“Fergus is a great help, true, and an even greater comfort to me,” he agreed. The boy—Christ, he was fifteen years or more past being a *boy,* but Fergus would always be so, to Jamie—was his pride and his right hand. 

“But, of course, ye may not ken how often Fergus is gone from Edinburgh seeing to—other business. Scarce half the days of the month, do I see him, in fact.” He shrugged. “And of course, I’m alone in my rooms, after the shop closes. Wi’ only myself for company, the conversation tends to be a trifle repetitive.” 

He meant it as a wee jest to lighten the mood. It didn’t work, for either of them. There was a fair-sized lump in his throat. Jenny’s hands were tight around her glass, her eyes down. He knew he shouldn’t speak so, so wretchedly self-pitying, but damn him, he needed to have someone hear him and understand.

“Sometimes, I go an entire week or more wi’out anyone—not a soul— speaking to me as if they knew me. And it can be longer, even, wi’out anyone saying my real name to me….In Edinburgh, ken, I’m Alexander Malcolm.” 

She gave a weak smile, whispering, “Sawney.” 

“Aye. And folk smile and bow and say, ‘Good Day, Mr. Malcolm.’….‘Shall we see ye on Saturday, Sawney?’….’When are ye thinking of taking a wife, Mr. Malcolm?’” 

The empty glass shot from Jenny’s hands and spun ‘round on the carpet. Neither of them moved to pick it up, and Jamie found he couldn’t stop talking. 

He swallowed. “Before the cave—prison—England——”

Lord, that he might be safe. 

“—I didna truly ken how much it meant to me to be….known. MyselfAnd after everything that’s happened these twenty years, I now find most days as though—” He shook his head. “—as though I’ll just fall away and vanish into naught, from lack of it. I havena….” He dropped his eyes, too ashamed to look her in the eye as he spoke the darkest desolation of his heart, “I can hardly even name the broken pieces of me, any longer…..let alone hope to put them back together.” 

Jenny blinked hard as though holding back tears. Lord, no, there were tears in her eyes, to his shame. He wasn’t saying these things for pity. It was simply the truth of his heart, and it was a true gift to be given the grace to say it aloud, rather than having it tear him apart in the quiet of his mind, day after day. And yet it pained him to grieve Jenny so, to give her any more reason to fear and fret for him. 

He started to say so, but she suddenly blurted, “Maybe—” She was pale, and Jamie could swear she was trembling. “Maybe ‘tis time to—to come back to Balriggan.”

“No,” he said at once with half a laugh, standing and walking over to one of the bookcases.


“No, I said.”

“I ken things wi’ Laoghaire—”

“There’s no’ moving me on this,” he said, more sharply. He had no desire for her to dream up another scheme for rehabilitating his personal happiness. “I’ll continue to do right by them, of course, see them taken care of but…No. I’ll no’ try to find comfort, there, again.”

“Jamie, mo chridhe, please just listen—” She was right on the verge of weeping, from the sound at his back. “I ken she’s not—that she’s… what she is…but I dinna want—” There came the sound of Jenny throwing up her hands in desperation, “—Ye shouldna spend the rest of your days alone, Jamie, wi’—wi’ no JOY! The thought of—”

“There is no joy to be had at Balriggan, sister. Not that kind.” 


He turned to her and gently grasped her shoulders. “You’ve known me all my life, Jen,” he said softly down into her face, contorted as it was with shockingly-vehement feeling. “I’ve been wrong about many things; been hasty and reckless and a fool, when my emotions got ahead of my better judgment, or before I kent proper facts—” He cupped her cheek, his voice hoarse. “—but trust me to ken my own heart, at least: to be alone, to be empty, is better than—than that; to lose what pieces of me still remain to—anger…bitterness….”

She stared up into his face, lips pursed, eyes red and glistening, voice trembling uncontrollably. “But can ye no’—?”

He released her and kissed her cheek, putting all his self into being strong and brave-faced once more, as was his duty. “Dinna fash yourself about me. I’m sorry I let myself carry on down such a maudlin road, this night.” 

Jamie smiled, as warm and broad a smile as he could, as he walked past her back to the settee, meaning to sit. “But it means a great deal to me how much ye do trouble yourself for my sake, truly. I ken ye always mean the best for me, Jenny, and I’m—”

The sob burst out of Jenny like a cannon blast in the night and Jamie whirled, reaching for an absent dirk. “Jen, WH—”

Her face was a broken thing behind her hands. “I’m so—sss—so SORRY, brother.”

“Sorry?” Jamie felt as though he’d been hit by a charging horse. That wasn’t pity in her ‘sorry’: it was true apology. “Whatever for??”

“For the fool that I am,” she sobbed, the tears flowing over her fingers. “After all ye’ve been through—your own sister ought—OUGHT to—Christ, Jamie, I’m so—ashamed.”

“Jenny, dove, mo chridhe,” he whispered as he reached for her, “what on earth  are are ye going on ab—?”

“Wait here—” she managed to choke, already staggering for the door. Her eyes were wild and she put out a staying hand as she went. “Dinna move, just—Just—wait!!”

Too stunned to do otherwise, Jamie stood unmoving on the study rug, mind racing, absolutely at a loss to guess what had come over her. 

When at last she came back through the door, she was white as death, a paper, or envelope, perhaps, clasped against her breast. 

“Jenny, you’re frightening me. Tell me at once what’s happened.” 

“I’ve done—” Her chest seemed to cave in around the envelope, wracked with her sobs. “I’ve done a terrible wrong against ye, brother.” 

“Nonsense,” he vowed, moving toward her to sort things out. “Whatever’s the—”

Don’t,” she hissed, halting him with a frantic shake of the the head, her teeth gritted. “Just—stop.”

He raised both his hands to her in desperate plea.“I dinna understand, Jenny.” 

She closed the distance between them with halting steps and forced the envelope into his hands, holding her own tight around them. He couldn’t take his eyes off her face, for it was an expression he’d never seen there—absolute anguish and absolute shame. 

His eyes dropped to his hands. Aye, a thick envelope, the face bare and unmarked. 

He turned it over and saw the single word there written:

J a m i e

He might have been screaming—he might have been crying—he might have fallen into a dark pit, with the earth closed in over him.

He was on the ground, his leg aching from where he’d fallen against something. The envelope stared up at him from the floor and he stared back. 

those five letters 

written in Claire’s hand

a thin interlace pattern pressed into the blood-red seal.

Jenny was sobbing. “She was here— Claire was here, Jamie—”

“Claire’s gone—” he was screaming or whimpering, “Claire—is—GONE—”

“She came back.”


“No, she came for ye—CAME here

Nothing made sense

“—And I did such grievous wrong by ye in the things I said to her.”

There was no damned SENSE in the words that she—

C l a i r e

Jenny kneeling before him. 


Jenny, grabbing his hand, hard. “She said it would give ye peace, what’s inside.” 

CAME for’—?

Jenny, pressing the packet against his chest wi’ his own hand, holding it there, tight. 


Jenny’s face, mere inches from his, breaking apart with weeping—all but mute from the violence of her pain. “I'm—so—sorry, Jamie.” 

A kiss on his cheek, and then she was gone.

Watching like one paralyzed as the envelope fluttered once more to the ground onto its face. 

J a m i e

…his real name. 

He lunged, but he couldn’t even lift the envelope. His fingers felt like claws—lacking thumbs—lacking everything except brute force. He managed to rip off the seal and force open the pages, but he could only press it flat onto the floor with both his hands, hunched over it like a starving beast over its kill. 

And though he’d feared it some nightmare, his soul burst like the lungs of a drowning man as he read—as he believed— the words beneath him:  

“My own Jamie,” 

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 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.)