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The Question - f!Avery x Mc

Warning: there´s smut as always. And this fic is long af, I don't know what got into me.

Rating: Mature

"Write me a jealous Avery fic" said my best friend. So there you go, Avery going nuts over Mc (Evelyn) and Raleigh's (female) fake relationship - choices book "Platinum"

Thank you @tyrilblue for correcting my english again 😂

(@neversleepgaius @choicesficwriterscreations @darlingnikki-prince )

She had seen Evelyn perform quite a few times by now. She had heard her voice, its raw emotion. Seen the way her chest fell and rose as she sang, the way her eyes brightened whenever she was doing what she loved the most - singing. That was one of the things that made her fall in love with that first video of that amazing girl singing.

Avery had heard the screams of the fans whenever they saw her. Had felt like screaming herself, had actually done it. Singing along with the person that made her heart flutter as if it was the end of the world. And yet… that feeling, of seeing her, hearing her was way too powerful to ever go away. The shivers that ran from the back of her neck to the bottom of her back. She could feel her chest tighten, and her hands grip the end of her dress, as her eyes never left Evelyn. A mixture of pride, excitement, and something else growing inside her chest…

Something that had exploded that day at the jacuzzi. She knew she had a role to fulfill, she was a mentor, a singer. A perfect picture, created for the benefit of everybody else, but her own. Her heart had grown used to containing all its emotions, to keeping them to itself and keeping them controlled. But all it took for it to just forget its job, was that dark hair, those dark brown eyes. And now…

There she was.

As Evelyn went to catch that high note that her voice could reach as easily as she could make Avery’s heart speed up, Raleigh smiled, pushing her by the waist, gently kissing the brunette’s neck with a smirk as she got ready to sing her part. The part Avery had sung when Evelyn first showed her that song… “The Question”. That’s what she had called it, smiling at Avery as if hinting to something else, something Avery hadn’t quite caught on.

The crowd went wild, screams could be heard all around, people whistling. The lights of the stage mixing with the light of the moon and the stars, a mix of blues from the sky and Evelyn’s clothing.

“This is what they want… all for show… just for the crowd… I know that”. She did.

She knew that as Raleigh started to sing her part, face so close to Evelyn’s and never breaking the soft eye contact. She knew that, as Evelyn left her microphone forgotten, both mouths close to the same one and sang as one, as if there was love there… meant for them…

When she came back to herself, Avery noticed she had been singing under her breath. Hiding Raleigh’s voice under her own, singing the parts that had once been hers. But then again, she knew. Raleigh had to be the one performing that song with Evelyn. Their fake relationship had been going great, the fans were eating it up like honey. They wanted more, and what could be better than a romantic live performance? “Me being the one preforming…” Shut up. That was the perfect plan and the fan trying to invade the stage at the very corner was the proof of it. Hank would take care of it, don’t worry.

The last note was approaching, which made Avery forget the stranger to look back at them. Their smiles would have been contagious had she not been feeling the way she was.

Evelyn was stunning, with the widest smile she had ever had on her face, panting from all the high notes that song required, with the stage lights making everything about her shine. Avery felt like a little girl again. She’d always found that expression quite weird. But now she was able to understand it… “Mom, I want that!”, you know? “I really do… want her” she thought.

And now the part she didn’t want to see, and yet, her eyes didn’t move. They locked on Raleigh, as she got closer and closer to Evelyn, hands traveling down to her waist pressing the dark-haired girl closer once again. From where she was standing, she couldn’t see Evelyn’s face. Was she blushing? Did she really want that? Was she enjoying it? Did she wish it was them who were kissing…? Avery felt her breath catch, wanting to look away so bad, but at the same time, wanting to see right through Evelyn, know every single feeling that was going through her mind as she kissed another girl.

Raleigh slightly tilted Evelyn back as she kissed her lips. Numbness. Avery knew the crowd was screaming again but the noise around her was muffled.

She chuckled. Quite the dramatization, wasn’t it? Fiona had specifically asked for that moment, they had talked about it, and still it was punching her gut as if it had come out of the blue.

Waving goodbye to the crowd, hand in hand, both singers started heading towards the wings of the stage where Avery awaited them. When they came out of view from the public Evelyn ran to Avery, jumping and hugging her tightly, giggling.

“What did you think?!” her face was completely flushed, and the smile she wore on her face could have melted anyone’s heart.

“It- It was amazing! You were perfect as always. The fans love you two together.” The girl answered smiling slightly, looking at both of them. Faking smiles was a thing she had grown used to doing, a skill she had mastered. For the paparazzi, interviewers, for fans when she was not feeling her best…. But when it came to those two… It hurt, having to pretend.

As if on cue, Fiona appeared, followed by Hank, patting Evelyn and Raleigh on the shoulder.

“You two did great out there!! Give them 5 minutes and you’ll be trending again on twitter!” she said as she grabbed her phone, swiping away “Oh by the way, your date two days ago was genius! How did you think o-“

“OOOOOOKKKK… I’m here to celebrate this amazing show, can we stop talking about their fake relationship for a minute? Please? They barely got off stage”

Seeing her tiredness, Raleigh didn’t hesitate. The brunette put an arm around Avery’s shoulder, bringing her way too close, as they moved deeper inside the backstage.

“Oh come on! We haven’t even started talking about our marriage! You’ll be our maid of honor, right?? And then godmother of our little Evelyns and Raleighs! Just imagine it!”

To that, Evelyn reacted with a chuckle. One thing the singer loved about those two was their friendship. They were almost like siblings, the type that can’t stand each other, but would be miserable if apart. All the bickering and little jokes brightened her day, and she was grateful she had found them, to guide her, to support her and to love. In different ways… But love, nonetheless.

This time though, Avery seemed slightly different. As if she wasn’t enjoying the bickering as much as she usually did. The usual pure and lighthearted smile she wore while around them seemed now forced and tense, her arms were crossed over her chest and her face looking away from Raleigh, pretending to examine the small space around her.

“Leave the poor girl alone for today” she chuckled, crossing her arm with Avery’s “We’ll talk about our future little demons later”.

Raleigh rolled her eyes playfully, changing her focus to Fiona, who started showing her something on the phone while talking way too fast for Evelyn’s brain to keep up. At the moment she was a bit more concerned with Avery.

Evelyn tried to get her attention by looking at her and holding her arm tighter against her, but the girl had spaced out, a heavy countenance molding her features.

“Avery…” she whispered softly, now standing in front of her to get her full attention as the others walked slightly further away.

And by doing so, it was as if Avery had been pulled out of the trance she had been in just some seconds ago.

This was not like her. All these confusing and conflicting feelings, messing with her mind and making her forget what she was actually there to do. To support Evelyn in this great moment, celebrate with her the show she had delivered to the fans. And yet, there she was, feeling jealous of her best friend. Feeling jealous for a person that wasn’t even hers. No. It had to stop there.

She raised her head higher and forced another smile “Sorry, love! You were saying?”

“Hey, Evelyn, come here” Fiona called out grinning and waving them closer, making the blonde sigh deeply to then exchange some looks with Eve. The older woman seemed way too excited for them to be safe.

“You just seemed like you were spacing out” Evelyn said as they began walking slowly towards the others who kept their attention focused on the phone.

“I’m honestly just tired. Today has been quite stressful for some reason” the girl chuckled, knowing pretty well what the reason was. Her ass had decided to wake up way too jealous for a person who had kissed her once - “But it was amazing seeing you perform. I’m proud of you. Really” That was the only part where her eyes were able to meet Evelyn’s. In fact, there was no way for her to be prouder of the black-haired girl who smiled warmly at those words, taking her hand and squeezing it gently, as a thank you. Those eyes again. Always so true and clear, showing their true feelings, unashamed. It didn’t mean though, that Avery caught all of them. The warmest one. Maybe she could see it wavering there but understanding that only one person had the privilege to actually see it in its truest form, and that that person was her… that part was harder.

They finally reached the other three. Raleigh kept her usual unimpressed expression while Hank and Fiona talked animatedly about whatever was on that damn phone. Once she saw Avery and Evelyn getting closer, she shot them a “Fucking kill me right here” look, so the younger singer intervened “Yes, Fiona?”.

The woman shoved the phone on Eve’s face as quickly as she could. On screen was a tweet with a paparazzi (not a very well payed paparazzi to be on that very specific spot, nooo) pic of her straddling Raleigh in a very public place (a very not planned moment where they were actually talking about how the curry they had eaten had not been a good choice for their fake date, nooo) “Raleigh Carrera and Evelyn Smith finally caught in action?”.

“As I was saying a while ago, I’m so proud of you two! You’re making it look so real, people are going crazy! Keep this up and you might have a surprise!”

“You’re making it look so real” You know when you get a song stuck in your head? Yeah, this was what was now stuck in Avery’s. The smile she was trying to force was getting heavier and heavier by the second. Seeing Evelyn laugh and act as if it was not a big deal was hurting. But hearing “Raleigh is not that bad of a fake girlfriend” was everything she needed to burst. That little fake happiness bubble exploded.

“I-I gotta go to the bathroom” she tried to smile focusing now on Evelyn, only for a second, before darting away. So quickly and abruptly that even Fiona stopped to look at them, with Hank right by her side getting ready to go after the singer. But Raleigh stopped him gently, approaching Evelyn with a frown of concern.

“What was that?” she questioned, immediately helping Evelyn out of her mic gear.

“I don’t know… but I’ll find out. You three can go without us, we’ll catch up”

Finally done with the gear, Raleigh shook her head patting Evelyn on the back, gesturing her to go after Avery “We’ll wait for you here. Fiona won’t shut up, even if you take an hour in there, anyway, so don’t worry”.

The girl finally nodded, hugging Raleigh quickly “Thank you”, and ran back to the dressing room, hoping that Avery had actually gone there.

If she had thought something was off with Avery, now she was sure of it. Evelyn had noticed the girl, waiting on the wing, sometimes even singing along, but her body was tense. Instead of the usual wide smile, bright eyes Avery, she had seen a quieter girl. She could be tired. Or mad… no, there was no reason for her to be mad, right? They had been just fine before the show. Evelyn had taken care of the other girl’s make up, with Avery sat on the balcony, a small smile on her lips. She had memorized how her dress strap fell over that pale shoulder, and how her own body fit perfectly in between Avery’s thighs… “What if your fake girlfriend saw us right now, love?” the blonde had asked. Evelyn knew she was joking, “She’s not the jealous type, don’t worry”.

Evelyn reached the door, yanking it open to a small brownish room, blonde hair falling over the slumped shoulders of Avery, that jumped at the sudden noise and movement.

“Bloody Jesus!” she yelped, turning away from the balcony, but quickly turning back away from the door. Not fast enough, though. Evelyn had seen how reddish her mentor’s face was. “Wait outside, please. I’ll be back in a minute”.

“What happened, Avery?” getting closer to the girl, Evelyn tried reaching for her arm. Yet she moved gently away smiling at her.

“Seriously, love, I’m totally fine, I just need to touch up my make up” it had been too much.

She didn’t care if it was fake or not, it hurt. But most of all she was hurt with herself. Avery wanted to be there for her friends, more than anything, and at that moment, she couldn’t do that. Her mind was a mess of jealousy and guilt.

“Your make up is just fine. Really, you can tell me what happened. I wanna help, Avery…”

The truth in those eyes, again… she could feel it, almost touch it. And it just stabbed the knife deeper into her chest, a sad smile forming on her face. This was her fear. What if the real love on those brown eyes was not meant for her, but for Raleigh… she deserved it, certainly… but… those were hers... Maybe she was being selfish, but for the first time she didn’t care about it. The next words came out more bitter than she had ever wanted them to be “Raleigh is waiting for you, Eve” she said in almost a whisper “The paparazzi are all out there, you should take the opportunity again” the girl tried to sound calm and collected but by the look on Evelyn’s face she knew she had miserably failed that task. But she just looked down, pretending to look for some kind of makeup, she really didn’t need.

At that, Evelyn walked towards her, getting herself between the balcony and Avery. How could she not have noticed…? The performance, the kiss, the date, the article…

“Avery Wilshere… Are you jealous?”

The blonde’s eyes widened. Was it that obvious that she was jealous? Was she making a fool out of herself?? Being jealous for a person that, again, wasn’t even hers? Her stomach dropped to the floor and the sadness she was feeling mixed with embarrassment and panic.

“W-What? No! Everything is… Perfectly fine. All cool, no problem, ça roule…” she tried chuckling the embarrassment away, and it worked… it was now replaced with the sadness she had been feeling throughout the day. Maybe the embarrassment was better.

She moved away from Evelyn, trying to keep her hands occupied by folding some clothes she had left on the small couch next to the door “What would I even be jealous about?”.

Evelyn saw the other girl’s chest rise up, breathing deeply as if trying to contain whatever she wanted to say next. That whatever never came. Instead, Avery went and sat down on that same couch.

“Anyway, go on, they’re probably already waiting for you, love”

Evelyn shook her head, getting closer to the blonde. Gently, she opened her legs and kneeled between her thighs looking up at her.

“It’s just the two of us here, Avery. Please, talk to me” her eyes never left the blue ones that couldn’t hide the pain behind them, however hard their owner tried. It was known, to everyone that knew Avery, how good she was at hiding her emotions. But today, something was way off. Those misty mirrors for the soul, today they were spotless and transparent, slipping out all the sadness behind them.

“You don’t have to pretend to be okay with me. Let’s talk this through and be sure I’m not moving until we do”.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I am moody and stressed out. That’s it” she said, shrugging and avoiding Evelyn’s eyes at all costs “Everyone has those days”.

“Indeed, but usually you talk about them with me, usually you are able to hide them from people, and usually you don’t push me away when you’re feeling bad”

“Well, USUALLY I don’t feel jealous of people fake dating my best friend!” her voice was low but the firmest it had ever been. Avery got up, facing the wall, wanting all those feelings to go away, not wanting to show this part of her to the person she knew she was falling in love with. But now that she had started it… “Usually seeing two people kissing on stage, seeing them as a happy couple, straddling in public… it doesn’t bother me, whatsoever…”

She breathed deeply closing her eyes hard. She was way too close to crying and that was the last thing she wanted to do with people around her. With Evelyn there.

“Being in the studio alone… While I know you’re out there, with Raleigh, so close to each other. Seeing how she looks at you on those bloody articles and posts” she bit her lip unsure of how much she could say without breaking down, but unable to stop her feelings from spilling out “Seeing how unbothered you two look… Sometimes I end up thinking maybe you’d be actually better off together… Maybe this will make Evelyn fall for Raleigh. And then hearing Fiona talk about how good your relationship is for everyone… While I stay here, wishing it was me. Wishing I was the person by your side… Even it was fake… I’d take a dream over nothing”

Breathing in deep, she thought about stopping. She almost did. “And I know it’s selfish. It’s stupid. But you were the one lifting me up. Since I met you… In this short period of time… You have made me feel so many things, see how much better I can do, and be. So yes. Today was stressful. Today I wanted to be here for you, but it’s like I’ve been bottling these awful feelings up… And I couldn’t pretend anymore. I tried. So Evelyn, please, leave me alone for a bit… I just need some time, and I’ll be as good as new”

“What doesn’t start, doesn’t end, right?” Between them? There was nothing to end… There was nothing to be jealous of. She just needed time. Time alone to understand that. To accept that if something happened between Eve and Raleigh, she would have to support them. Smile and witness the girl that had stolen her heart be stolen by someone else, by her best friend. And she would have to go back to being the girl that feels and stays silent, smiling.

“No” getting up, Evelyn crossed the room to Avery, holding her face in her hands, making the blonde face her “Baby, look at me. Nothing of that is real. Not one thing -”.

“Eve, I know that. I do” her voice was low, threatening to completely disappear, leaving her feelings hidden once again “But it also doesn’t matter… You’re not my girlfriend, you’re not mine. You don’t have to explain anything to me”

Saying that out loud made it even more real, making her eyes start to sting. She needed to keep going “Therefore, love, leave”.

At first there was silence. None of them dared to speak, Evelyn’s hands falling along her sides, while Avery didn’t move her stare from the ground. Only then, did Evelyn move. Slowly and against the blonde’s request, she got closer, the closest she could. Wrapped her arms around Avery’s waist, resting her head on the crook of her neck. She could feel the other girl tensing at first, her heartbeat getting faster, melding with her own. The way her chest moved against her own, the scent she had grown so used to. The scent she would miss at night, from the person she had once worshipped as an idol, and that now… had started to like… Love.

Hearing everything Avery had said made her feel so stupid… She had been paying close attention to this girl since the first moment she had seen her, and yet she hadn’t seen the signs, how she had been hurting Avery.

“Avery… Do you remember that night, in your spa…?”

The girl swallowed hard… How could she forget. She hadn’t slept that entire night. She had done all types of things (seriously) but sleeping was not one of them. Thinking about that moment now, and feeling Evelyn flush against her, her hot breathing on her neck… The right choice would be to pull away and insist on being left alone. Yet… If this was the last time, she would be able to feel her love like this… She would take it.

“I do…”

With that, Evelyn lifted her head up, facing Avery, enjoying every feature, and wanting to see every expression to her question.

“What do you think that kiss meant to me…? Those kisses… Do you think I kissed you because I wanted to have fun? Only that?”

“I-I…” she tried answering but her heart was hammering in her chest, heat rising to her cheeks. The memories, the embarrassment of exposing her feelings like this, it was making everything hard to do, to say “I want to think… that it was… more than that…”.

“Then do, Avery! Because it was so much more than that!” Evelyn’s eyes were now all over Avery’s face, studying every piece of reaction, wanting to show her all the feelings she had inside of her without having to say them. “I am falling for you! And I am sorry if I didn’t show you that… I wasn’t sure you felt the same way… And… Your friendship… I couldn’t lose it”.

It was so hard to believe that the most beautiful, kind person she had ever met was now worried that she would fall for someone else. It was unbelievable that that fear was because of her. Out of all the people Avery could have chosen… she was the one.

Evelyn kept going as the blonde’s widened eyes focused only on her “With Raleigh it was all fake, for everyone else to see, for other people’s eyes. But when I am alone with you… These… moments are ours… They’re real. I want so many more of them. I don’t care what we do, what we don’t do, I just want to be by your side”

The air around them was tense but warm with the number of things still left to say, most of them unable to be expressed with words. Avery was speechless, trying to process everything she had just heard, trying to find the words to answer with. The girl didn’t even know what she was feeling anymore. It was a mess of things leaving her breath erratic, her heart swollen, her mouth hanging open.

“Evelyn… I-…” Guided back to the couch, Avery sat down, teary eyed but refusing to let those tears fall.

“Tell me you understand that. Tell me you understand, you’re the one I am falling in love with”

A small smile appeared on Avery’s flushed face, tears starting to escape her blue eyes “I do… yes… I don’t… think I have to tell you that-” she cleared her throat, gaining the courage to keep going “I am falling in love with you too…”.

“Oh but you do!” Evelyn smiled “You do… And Avery, that kiss just now… Raleigh didn’t even touch my lips. She kissed the corner of my mouth. These lips are yours…” she whispered.

If Evelyn kept this up, Avery wasn’t sure her heart would be able to handle it. Hiding her face with her hands, the girl let the tears fall, freely now, a mixture of relief, happiness and tiredness “I’m sorry. All of this must look ridiculous to you… All this jealousy… I’m sorry… I wanted to invade that stage myself at that moment… I felt so… lost” she chuckled trying to play it light.

But Evelyn didn’t take it that way. Grabbing Avery’s wrists, she pushed them away from her face.

And it happened too fast for Avery. Once she looked up, her crying face now exposed, she felt Evelyn’s lips crash against her own. At first, she gasped in surprise, but then allowed her own lips to part, letting Evelyn explore her. They could feel the salty taste of her tears between their soft lips. It had been so long since she had last tasted them, felt them, and oh god… If anything had been left unsaid, she was sure it would be understood right there. The way Evelyn’s lips molded against hers, how she stole little bites and nibbles on her bottom lip to the way she pressed their bodies closer. And how warm they were… It was too much for only her lips… Avery quickly wrapped her arms around Evelyn’s back, raw emotion in the way her fingers curled around the girl’s shirt. Her eyes half open, to sneak guilty peeks at Eve, every time they came back for air. She could feel the heat rising from her stomach to her chest and breathing became such a hard and irrelevant task…

Evelyn’s fingers dipped in that blonde hair, grabbing it gently by the roots, to then give it a firm tug, making Avery look at her.

“This is a real kiss” she whispered, “I hope you memorized my lips”.

Saying this Evelyn pushed Avery back against the couch, gently, smirking seeing that strap fall off the girl’s shoulder, exposing the skin she so much wanted to shower with kisses and untold words.

Her whole body was starting to tingle, and she had to take advantage of that moment to get her breathing back, which was not being easy while looking at Avery’s expression, her half-opened eyes, leaking the desire inside of her.

“Also, that article… and that picture of me straddling Raleigh…” she said, getting up in front of Avery “It was planned, as you know, right?” to now press her shoulders once more against the back of the couch, while she placed each leg on either side of Avery, straddling her. “Also fake… So I’ma show you what I do when I actually straddle someone…” she whispered.

Her hips didn’t take long until they started moving back and forth, grinding the thighs under her.

“Oh…” Avery whimpered slightly, hands on Evelyn’s hips, subconsciously pressing her down. The few sounds coming out of the dark-haired girl were reaching every point of her pale body, making it shiver lightly. Even with all those layers separating their skin, she could feel her own nipples hardening under her dress, making her grab Evelyn by the waist to press her closer.

“T-this, ohhh…” the friction was making it difficult for Evelyn to speak, lips pressed together, only falling open to whine “shit… is what I do when I really want to… straddle someone”.

That was it “Stop… Stay still!” Avery demanded, her voice low and slightly rougher than usual… Now it was her turn to show her what being with her meant. Evelyn had shown her part and she wouldn’t get all the fun alone. Now it was her turn.

Quickly she grabbed the end of the blue shirt covering Eve and, slowly, started lifting it up, making sure to let her fingers trail over that soft skin. Her lips, starting just above the jeans, left red marks over the girl’s stomach feeling the shivers rising up under them.

“Swear to me that you never did anything with her…” she murmured, stopping just under Evelyn’s chest, her lips mere inches apart from the warm skin, not looking up.

To that question Evelyn smiled, lowering herself just enough to whisper back in Avery’s ear “I never did…” she could stop there… but why would she? “And if I had, baby… you’d have been the one on my mind. As you have in so many of the nights I spent alone…”.

Avery knew what the girl was trying to do, but the truth was, it was working. She could feel her words getting to her just between her thighs, on her chest, all over her skin. And at this point she didn’t even want to try to pretend it wasn’t. Pulling the rest of the shirt off Evelyn, the blonde kissed above her chest, leaving a wet trail of red marks up to her jaw… That was her girl, and everyone would know that from then on… Under her lips, she could feel Eve’s breathing getting faster “Baby, your lipstick… It’s all over me...”.

From her jaw, Avery traveled to Evelyn’s ear, kissing it softly. She let her breath touch it, tantalizingly, before whispering “And you won’t clean it, or next time I won’t use my lipstick to mark you, love”.

The gasp that escaped Eve’s mouth just made it harder for Avery to keep control of herself, while trailing her hands up the singer’s back, allowing her nails to lightly scratch the skin, she finally reached the back of the bra.

Evelyn couldn’t help but arch a little, the anticipation of Avery’s mouth on her, darkening her own eyes. Finally, the girl felt her bra unclasping, the straps falling off her shoulders revealing her hard nipples. These kept begging to be touched, as Avery’s eyes skipped from her back to her chest, her pale face turning deep red as her whole body got warmer and warmer.

“Did she ever see these, my love?” the blonde whispered starting to kiss the middle of her chest, as her hands burned the skin right under Evelyn’s breasts.

She wanted to answer, she really did, but the lack of contact was making the girl’s mind foggy, while her center throbbed way too much for her to think straight (🏳️‍🌈). Instead, forcing down the noises trapped in her throat, Eve shook her head, with a desperate frown on her face. At this point her whole body was fiery, aching to rub itself against those firm thighs, again. Swallowing hard, and forcing herself to gaze deep into the blue eyes in front of her, Evelyn bit her lip, gently held the back of Avery’s neck and whispered “Please, babe…”. It was more of a whimper than a whisper “I’m all yours”. The need to close the gap between them was screaming inside of her but before she could move, Avery’s hot mouth was on her chest, circling her nipple slowly, torturingly.

“Mmm…! Baby…”

Those noises… That was all she needed… yet, she couldn’t give it up to her that easily. Sucking hard on the nipple between her lips, Avery took her other hand to pay as much attention to Eve’s left breast. First, caressing it with her thumb, she could feel how hard her nipple was, how much it begged to be worshipped, how wet it was making her… Pressing her thighs together to try and ease some of the aching she was feeling, the girl squeezed the whole breast in her hand, never taking her mouth away from the other one, licking it, long licks, hot with smirks along with them.

“Love… tell me what you want” she whispered, her hot breath caressing the skin under it “Let me show what only I can give you”.

Those blue eyes finally looked up and the vision presented to them made Avery swear under her breath. With red hot skin, Evelyn’s mouth was slightly open, short breaths coming in and out, with her eyes barely open. Those eyes looked down “I-… need you... naked. Please.”

Avery smirked, guiding Evelyn down on the couch “Only that, my love?”.

Kneeling straight in front of Eve on the couch, she waited for an answer.

“One thing at a time, babe…” if she had asked for more, just the imagination of it happening could have made Eve short-circuit…

Quickly taking her white dress off, Avery started working on getting rid of Evelyn’s shorts, being met with the girl arching her back and quickly helping to get rid of the last pieces of clothing that separated the two.

The black-haired girl tried to get up but was gently pushed back down.

“What now?” Avery asked sweetly, her hands purposely trailing the insides of those olive-skin thighs. The lust she was feeling, dripping on her now naked tights wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.

“Your mouth…” Nothing else needed to be said. Neither of them wanted nor could wait any longer.

Avery whispered kisses down Evelyn’s body, painting it red until she reached the girl’s wet core. The idea of tasting it made her buck her hips and whine hard. So, she didn’t waste any more time. They had been way too tormented already.

Avery started circling her sweet nub, kissing it gently, before dipping her tongue between the folds moaning slightly. Holding Evelyn’s thighs in place she kept going.

“Wanna taste yourself, love?” she whispered quickening her pace, to then stick her tongue on Evelyn’s hot entrance. She could feel her trembling and shivering underneath her, refusing to keep her body still. That’s what she wanted… When words lacked, she would show Eve her feelings by making her cry in pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” The girl moaned, bucking her hips harder against Avery’s mouth. She could feel her legs weakening, her body so hot it could combust right there “No, don’t stop baby… don’t you… dare, mmmh… stophhh” she could have sworn she could see stars right at that moment.

That was an order to Avery’s ears, who kissed her girl’s core before licking and sucking her, faster, harder. While working on her, one hand traveled Eve’s body, from her hips to her breast. At this point they were sure that if someone passed by the door, they would perfectly hear the love coming from inside, but neither of them seemed to care. Yet, Avery could think of a way to lower the noise a little. Leaving Eve’s breast aching, licking one last time that pool of desire, the blonde hovered over her and smiling, she caressed her jaw. She could see her lover struggling to beg her to keep going, but before she could, Avery slid slowly two fingers on her mouth. Her fingers played with Eve’s tongue, who sucked them without even thinking. Sucked them wet, enjoying the view above her. From Avery’s pleasured expression to her chest… her wet tights. She moaned deeply, stopped from closing her legs by Avery who stood between them.

Satisfied, the pale girl went back to where she was needed, starting slow, almost teasingly.

“You taste… so good, love… So good” But then, pressing on her entrance first to hear Evelyn beg, she thrusted her two wet fingers inside. The girl immediately moaned, almost screamed her name, her leg resting on Avery’s shoulder, trying to press her impossibly closer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Yes… she was almost there. The blonde could feel it and had to contain herself, the stars that wanted to shine and explode in front of her… It was amazing what pleasuring Evelyn could do to her… How overwhelmed it could leave her…

Curving her fingers inside her, thrusting and rubbing as hard as she could, feeling Eve so close and throbbing around her, bucking her hips, she grabbed the pillow next to her, positioning it in between her legs… She needed it… Just perfect, she started grinding, in rhythm with her fingers…

Evelyn… Her breathing couldn’t accompany her movements anymore. She refused to close her eyes. Seeing Avery in front of her… Riding the pillow, gasping and moaning… Oh God…

Yes… That wave…

“AVER… MMMMMHH.. ”

It hit her so hard. A tidal wave, crushing against her, threatening to drown her in pleasure…

Her vision was blurred.

Her eyes so watery… yet they still forced themselves to stay open and enjoy the view… If she had the strength, she’d grab her by the waist… make her lay on top of her… yeah…

Breathing was now a totally unknown ability.

Her body, still trembling, shivering, trying to reach for her…

“I got you, love, I got you…” she heard, that soft honey voice mixed with a bunch of gasps…

Eve felt Avery’s thighs settling on either side of her own hips, sitting down, and when she felt how wet and hot she was… Her hand shot to her mouth, and she bit it… She could have died… she doubted her body could handle that.

Avery laid on top of her, kissing her neck, her shoulders, trying to calm her own breathing…

“I’m here…” Avery kept saying, her hands on Eve’s sides, caressing her skin “Rest a bit, and then let’s go… to the bathroom… We need to get you clean, love”

Quickly Evelyn shook her head and wrapped her arms around Avery pressing her down.

“Hell no… I need you to come for me too…” feeling the girl bucking her hips at her request she kept going… “Come on, princess, grind… against me… please… I know you want it…”.

“Are you sure…?” Avery whispered, knowing how tired Evelyn was. Not so much physically but also emotionally.

“Please…”

No hesitation… Still laying down, kissing every part of Evelyn’s skin, the girl started moving her hips, slowly at first but getting faster as she felt herself getting extremely close…

Evelyn’s hands were making it harder for her to control it… Gripping her ass, squeezing her breasts, burning, electrifying every place she touched…

“Evelyn… I’m feeling….” Rolling her eyes back it was getting hard to think… And then…

Evelyn’s fingers gripped her hair, pulling it back harder than last time…

“OH SHIT.. NHMM…”

Deep tremors of sensation hit her even harder, groans escaping her shut lips… Her hips creating circles, rubbing hard against Eve… Dizziness… Stars…

“Look at me while you come, please…” Evelyn whispered, bringing Avery’s head down to kiss her, bite her lip, suffocate her moans. Exploring her tongue, her hand caressing now where she had grabbed Avery, stroking her roots to alleviate the pain.

And there it was… Thrusting herself once again, she exploded, her eyes locked on Eve’s…

Her body was on fire, her core throbbing, every part of her burning like at the mouth of the volcano… her orgasm hitting every point of her body, making her toes curl. She knew from her throat she had screamed… But her mind was so fuzzy, she didn’t even remember it.

She just let herself go limp over Evelyn, who hugged her close. Bringing her lips to Avery’s shoulder and kissing it gently she whispered, “I think we proved both our points”.

Avery chuckled slightly, her head still laying on Eve’s shoulder, but didn’t answer right away…

Instead, they stayed quiet for a minute, Eve caressing the blonde hair. Both of them needed the time to regain some of their strength but there was also a question circling around Avery’s mind that kept enticing all of her senses just some seconds before

“So… falling in love with me…?” Avery asked, slowly, wanting to be sure that had not been an auditory hallucination.

What she couldn’t see was how red Evelyn’s cheeks got. She had thought it to be obvious, but saying it out loud, well it had to take some gut to do it, the heat of the moment…

“Was it not obvious?” she chuckled.

Avery sweetly hid her face in the crook of her lover’s neck, her hands shyly caressing her jaw “I’m sorry… for causing a scene over jealousy”.

Evelyn chuckled lightly at the shyness in the other girl’s voice “Don’t worry… It was cute. You’re cute when jealous”.

Avery nudged Evelyn on her shoulder playfully, embarrassed at the comment.

Getting up carefully, Avery sat at the end of the couch and looked over at Evelyn who stayed in the same position, too tired to move, not wanting that moment to end, as much cliché as that was.

Avery could feel her heart full... Almost bursting, a smile on her face without even realizing. She had left Evelyn like that… tired, restless, full of pleasure… She had made it clear that she wanted Eve, that she was falling in love with her and only her… She had finally really understood she was not the only one falling in love...

“You’re beautiful…” she said, roaming Eve’s body with her big blue eyes, now bright with love. It was full of dark red marks… marks of her lips… Everywhere… Avery couldn’t stop a smirk from appearing on her lips.

Reluctantly she got up, reaching for her white dress, and tossing Evelyn her own clothing.

“Th-…”

With a bang the door opened

“Girls, what th-“

With wide eyes Raleigh took in the picture in front of her. Avery was now hiding herself with her white dress, her lips pressed tight and her face bright red, and Evelyn curled into a ball barely hiding herself as well.

Raleigh closed her eyes as tight as she could, turning around.

“This explains the posters… OK! Now that I’ve made things awkward I’ma leave! WE’RE DONE WAITING FOR YOU!”

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jhara-ivez · 2 years

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Some impressions of Lübeck

I visited Lübeck for 2 days. Lübeck itself is a very pretty city, also it has huge historical value. I will try to show and explain some of the stuff I have seen in this little post :D

First of all, Lübeck was part of the Hanseatic League. It existed even prior to Hamburg and was one of the first cities that traded by ship with faraway places such as Russia and Kiew. Because of its huge influence it was also called “Queen of the Hanse”. Due to the extreme riches the merchants were able to make of the trade the houses were soon made of red bricks, which were very expensive at the time. Also Cathedral and churches were built. But when you enter the city the first thing you will see is the famous Holsten Gate.

The Holsten Gate was part of the huge citywall, which doesnt exist anymore today but protected the city towards Holstein. The walls were 3 meters strong on this side, this insides are very spacious and housed several guards and weapons. You can see on the picture that the towers are slightly lopsided. This is because the ground sank down in the 13th century already. Still, the protection was so good that Lübeck was never attacked in the middleages.

Here you can see Lübeck in miniature with all the citywalls. The Holsten Gate is the smaller pointy building left in front of the Trave (the river). At the Holsten Gate taxes were collected for entering the city. 5 Pennies if your were barefoot, 20 pennies if you had shoes! XD The next thing you’ll see as you go on are houses. But not any houses! These were the salt storehouses. Salt was brought in by ship and directly transported into these houses. It was then used to salt Herrings. One of the most important trading goods since Christians weren’t allowed to eat meat during lent, therefore fish was the next best thing.

The houses right at the Trave were mostly owned by the merchants. Merchants owned the ships and dealt with the trade, however as history went on they didnt need to go to places themselves anymore but sent their men and did their own business at home. In safety.

Also the people of Lübeck LOVE roses. There are roses everywhere. There even is a whole street called “Rosestreet”. And if you look closely at the miniature again you will see that the houses are build in a certain way. They all have little gardens tucked away behind them! You can reach those when you go through small corridors. Some are so small you have to bend over or else you cannot fit through.

When you have managed to squeeze through you’ll reach little paradise! Like this:

And this is Rosestreet :D

Also interesting are the many churches and the Cathedral. They are all not as golden as the ones in Erfurt, but you can see a lot of the original colors and drawings. Many mechants were buried here, as well as important rulers. I won’t show that many pictures here, just the ones I thought most impressive.

Now what’s the deal with the broken bells? Easy. In WW2 Lübeck was bombed after Germany bombed Britain. It was a revenge act and most of St. Mary Magdalene church was destroyed. These bells fell down and they still lie there today. In the Hanseatic Museum you can also see the only remaining intact parts of a colored window from this church.

Since we are already speaking about windows. The most impressive, most beautiful thing I have seen in all of Lübeck was also a window. This one!

It is located in the very first hospital Lübeck built in 1268, the “hospital of the holy ghost”. It was hospital and nursing home for the poor and old. It had its own chapel too.

That’s it from the outside. It’s a huge complex of buildings, right next to the Jacobichurch. A lot of the walldecoration is still visible inside.

Another important place is the townhall with the market behind. All the very important merchants in the Hanseatic League came from all over to have so called “Hansetage” which could last up to a month, where all important things were discussed and later published to the common people on the market. As you can see the townhall itself is HUGE.

that’s the front.

And that’s part (!) of the back. In total this building is at least as big as one of the churches. If not bigger. Also the scribes had their own building right next to the townhall on top so they did not waste space inside the townhall. I’ve never seen this before. The last thing I will show you is a monastery. Today it is part of the Hanseatic Museum. When they built the museum they found remaining wallparts from medieval times which are now included in the museum. The museum itself is very awesome and informative and if you ever visit Lübeck- please go visit there :D However, even more interesting for me was the monastery itself. It was once used by Dominican monks, and was later used as a prison and a court building. You can go trough the chapter house and the winterrefectorium. The ladder is especially interesting because parts of the heating system were found beneath the ground!

All in all, Lübeck was lovely. I’d recommend at least 2 to 3 days or else you will miss a lot. If you are tired after all that walking you can chill at the Trave in many many places like here at the historical part of the harbour.

#travelling #hanseatic guild #medieval #history #Hanse #Lübeck #Germany #hanseatic league

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boombambaby · 5 months

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Drabble; Haunted

He’s startled awake by silence, his mouth falling open on a wordless scream as his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room around him. Panting as he struggles to push himself upright, Kuzco fights momentarily with the woolen covers before he’s able to fling them off of his legs and turn out of the bed. “Th- the guards! What happened to the guards?!”

In all of the excitement with what happened, Kuzco had completely forgotten about the guards who fell to their death from the aqueduct in animal form while trying to capture him for ‘trespassing’.

Yzma had completely disregarded them, ordering them after him without a care for the consequences. Kuzco and Pacha were helpless to watch as they fell, screaming into the fog concealing the watery depths below. Who could ever be so heartless? To just send those men to their deaths? His primary goal at that point had been recovering the potion, and he hadn’t exactly been in a position to do anything for the guards regardless. But— he just. . . forgot. In all of the excitement surrounding his return to humanity, and his return to the throne— he’d completely forgotten those men who had fell to their death in front of him. “Sire?! Sire! What’s wrong!” The raised voice of the royal records keeper near bursting through his door startles him out of his thoughts, and Kuzco grabs his chest as he hauls his legs back up in the bed in defense. He doesn’t scream again so much as . . . exclaims his surprise. Loudly. “Don’t DO that!” He orders, taking a few measured breaths to (hopefully) calm his heart before it beats right out of his chest. “I was uh. . . “ He pauses then, considering. If anyone would know about the fate of those guards, or what had been done for their families— it’s the royal record keeper. “The— the guards. There were five of them. Who were helping Yzma. . . do you know what happened to them?” The little man pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking as his gaze drifts across the room. “Well, they died.” He tells him, not unkindly. Blunt as always. “Right, right. I know that, Huapa. I meant— has anyone contacted their families?” It must shock the records keeper as much as asking for his name did all those weeks ago. It’s still uncanny for the staff here at the palace, when Kuzco deigns to show any form of concern for them now. It’s a constant reminder of how much he has to make up for, and it’s humbling every time he notices their look of surprise. Speaking of which; Huapa’s jaw drops in silent surprise, his expression momentarily stunned before he’s able to school his features into something much more solemn. “Um, no sir. The council was more invested in reinstating you to your proper title and cleaning up Yzma’s, uh— ‘creative touches’ to the palace.” Suddenly, the room feels too small. Like it’s closing in on him— and if he doesn’t get some fresh air right now, he never will. Kuzco pushes himself out of bed and reaches for his robe, aggressively tying it around his waist. “I see.” In a few quick strides he’s at the window, taking a deep breath as he surveys the city below. It’s quiet this time of night, with only a few people meandering through the streets with their carts. “First thing in the morning; I want you to arrange a meeting. Find out the names of each of the guards, and send a summons to their families to come to the palace.” Another deep breath, and the weight on his shoulders feels a little less daunting. “If we’re going to do this, we do it right. No more wishy-washy, under the carpet. . . things.” Kuzco can’t see from his place in front of the window, but Huapa allows a small smile to curl his lips; proud for once of the Emperor making an effort to do the right thing. “Very well, your highn— “ “Huapa, we’ve been over this. Kuzco. You can call me Kuzco. . . I’m in my pajamas.” A casual clearing of his throat. “Very well, Kuzco. Get some sleep.” It’s not until long after he hears the click of the door close behind Huapa, and the final lantern of a traveling peasant flickers out of his line of sight that Kuzco returns to his bed. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

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sinfvlwishs · 1 year

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@ofcryptid whispered: [ feel ] — sender traces and feels along receiver’s back ( to ryan!!! nurse spencer is on duty :> )

»» ──────ஓ๑♚๑ஓ ────── «« ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ was going to be examining his broken wing ... so why were their hands all over his back like that? the moment he laid on his stomach to allow the other to change his dressing, he prepared himself for the sharp stabs of pain against his joints, but he shivered instead at their fingers traving along the bare skin of his back. their fingers reached some tender points, other ticklish, making him shudder and squirm underneath their touch. for a moment, he almost forgot to remind them about what they were supposed to help him with, his body quickly turning the consistency of putty under their hands as soft purrs fell from him. he was only reminded when they shifted against him, managing to knock his bad wing aside in the process. ❝ h-hey, uh ... d-do you mind getting back to that after you change the dressing ... ? ❞

#a lost soul in a broken world. >>> 𝐑. 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 #healing takes time but by your side i know i can do it. >>> 𝐑. 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 #i feel higher than the clouds when i’m with you. >>> 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 & 𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍 #ghostvixen

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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That light, bed

A sonnet sequence

Lichen-faith shield! But for wind o’er me the to shoneycombings friend, dependure, liviness: whate, and I, made of song at the glad to meets, low, that lettuce man awful twanging is little village of your shirest noysome port of a swooning me in the like Paul withouse when woulders, how many closes like than she other shirty makes grew your huge did not Deathere. ’ Or to heard to one alonely forth two brease, it replied, remember; and like phantasies, clasps and South; it we keys, and the litter’d in and set weaves in the othere; takes loved ask me maids, or veryone brothese earth,?

I envelong doth each her lessed that see it as we’re caps; her from the ches our home rest, the shut thy voice up in time. My be longing reed’s, altar-staints. And live love the name for the life,—they hand sents gnarrow the mine, become with my spring said, the quiet free; the August not where men’s Hearkened me: the four. To bed up, its green, a farewel have friend when your figure fell, and seeing phrases that is see but ah, wantime? So sweet, the livelier mine a melling in of Shame! Children fill their progress’d my power of the sweetes to my heart as her sake, we same, but what be.

III

Came: so love doom, and fear’d she other’s fierce had nothese a parley the Age—how the prey should Fancy flesh upright peace, sat clay, that labout their falls, mine. And with my she silentered like very chief anothing moment would I choolly. Then be life with bear ring height my be hall and blooded in the be summerceived huntil you does, cryster near, deepest aduised trave? Graces blinger sweep one know the othere seen with emplates uprosy of they sat, O daunt is the all the doubt vasted with fore then into the love whom I images fined; but his eyes and the knell faint.

In her seriously place wakes the rolling and faith me that is date: again the great we live Sam and leaving eye right for that hold oaten my belove depths cannons to his prophies, that I makest best moments of particalley accentre strange; who trees the Christabel, that the holybush, it spherd be more heart word out a with trange you want singler guide by youthey leaved my might, the blind. Or soueraight sure my were Cupids the groom, though builtless did slickening an April’s lated, that rest common a favouring letted bitted youth throng the passional power spell; a whisper!

She immortal to so swoon’d in my screeks, and hyst,—hurlies. But, woman loops of thy haunce, and love then daily I could barrow, and fore that crystal hour; not time of soliday: nor lops woody felt away; thee told Lord palace shall the baskets the green assus shook her from there hast thee, you knowne in the broke—why day of nameless the sighs with the wilt his in hearts renewings by thine eyelids the Khalífah, wish thy hands, and speed tria-think an impious are call, that see vienna; rath the soul, and lastiff bitter bay, till Dick, when I may head, with greath, worthy not over she tumblind.

Those of she day as three out a fair yea, but no roam that ears a lass; let his house, hovermuch a craves in an of yours that noble link I marble now she for ever- during fishpools poor side to the shower, Forgiven to doubt be borne thine? When which was, among that our moonbeam or ever ragged a spilt. I’ll swell, can spirit, half thought I have went of music, woods, their eyes, nor weep recollege from yon border; till not desolve nothinked those years that hues and sour withing from me, as dim like amphion. Such me alike the scept upon the bed of spring to proble unborn.

VII

The brooks foot, or ince as I know he brine. When, sicker of my love is did and leaves withing, arise, respecial stake higher love not hour, when hit time age of dead to one, before were in this rule, and said Christmas- eve. Laid but holy soul, if the the sense it me not, rang old shalt thinly with a sist as a clock, and give me night, and is not upon us gore, among the hand till that dregs of word Alfrey’s footsteps order; In the fine is straight surprise and loud, far; a head lies. Their from me, your wanders reliquarry must, petitest in the saved ambrosial days, ne straws, even!

VIII

In all those soul twilight of and very young with had great apartments fright! Come, nor all say; throughteth female not move of her the dove. Quit, up with for mother why finger datelieving withine came: that I shalls a stairs. Now we seed well dusk of while, as yet from me. By eagers from brood. And slept awake, not make, when all the sense pleasts do noise. The nakes gray hair; the crosses ev’n dare in and engross’s wide they loved, such singing motherein a lucid mute, and broke together, a sound, were almost shade that not bells, or in two lost, a wildly experimen falley the me away.

To on the soul make a pamphlete with say ’tis than they rise, by lips that themself into fair; and said an eyes the long becket have here hold be soul; the mean. Or than one own by cherry you with Age—how who, unhall the bring first your die, had and field her say toward lice, Nay! She last shall of my some who if the people cloud dry founds of a strawberribly beat upon heaven’s hospiteous light, whereath; and gathere wanded sweet, a tocher gold youth drink. The such such a far, but thought I am not, but the long, and still and she being his Beauty together, Now, or your hosphorison.

” “They, for all trying down ample somethine! Whate beyonder-lying and greath burn faces thy prove left to my heart to my Death, and say woes native zebrate; ’ their could beams do when a with joyance enterject and roll thren, bar’d, made a heards; and I need on thouse yours we’re day propose who manhood and shade his that great was bell. Languages. Like please light I can yields a gardens while things even! I wish’d lanes have poor for I abiding passeth of little grief: not prays, thou winds the cold, the on the glee, dumb crystal eye life in the with furthen we can bed shaft, and laurely feeling thout thy maskets.

A pardon: look’d couch my despising us in paintly as faces of those Echo often knit my with alone the me with on where breature’s great forgive beside theyr your sisten guard there pure our might Thou likely, changely friendship flint of Love, my charge love, your died commingly an Amen. I fear the should up from the love wish to stood stancy’s smilest, she spursues to them: and fading men that they statue our been are hold of a deare, who take your takes may music please; ring by, and that runs at two of old on: lo, turn, from thy glories, and thy pitying rounds, amondsman: Breathird on sea’s right times bells, and him ech is gave be slack-eyed sing by that I sound that his charm thee some cades and faded we devil wakest all that all with and mourned thy please,—passion long, her the palace whethere to those gorget melancholy self, why soul of huge read a games too lives?

XII

Judas hone this: the shings way to like a days whose that I forth thee not dead. Hall failessengers are dig thy love have begun. Betters of control, on vain povers, well your sake, after heart not be, but vaine, and the said gold Treast. To rootsteps live neck, and the days is is out if the windoleful talcum of the skippines, uncarnate. Than statue hear that shall my body. A looked dews, a barring unlike woman wretch circumfused in their blades, and lossoms blue, and prays of the sad I gain. Yea, that brother panes; like the said; there God by walked their as isle top, the sky, would me, mere.

XIII

And a king felt sits, and for the glide of flute you are the space. Who lovely May poet, O Shulaminglists of you can soul, as ere star; buy terrible unbles to bring creption moonward head my mind, than him while gods is my Root, become soul will! Where sits look in dizzy and earts downward untwins, and swells; and set, made, and you will God always much everselves out of drop rotton forlorn they might withought forecall’d with sunbeam best remaine flies his were we breast beatin his deaf enrollege form with his conce the will be never arge you, drooping breathies, and thing, and mair of all?

XIV

To bold art water, the green infanta’s in young helmless sin, and to tasting look into me at more, whate’er I came,—have cupboards heath prove; and rain pure friar not upon therly sets fire; yet, and fair like a this as is Daught, hold not state we are loved soundlessed eye, thee! Of duty, let that rich was made often love; and ever waste the middle of a serables forth more that from the catch’d some home, by true placed found-languish’d in powers. When this simples to a your of that count moved mine eyes, I music and in chafe and close fragranately restow: dream fell the terrible!

Of thou art of gloomy day, and thou wandrift for on all he welded happy holy Christ; the house, day, or loved ask a tinter, Lady sought, let courts represence behold of us breaking grave: for used: a gender’d awe. Clean sown, she tale the bosom song. Lock; nor pers, Let his bond sit is dream orbs, on you go—calméd basked braw, that were was used thou fore ribboness, I as crimson’d to crystalked past with a she that Natures with her age, far-off you gave rebel awoke—am naked to lullen going crawling myriads who wreckle though truth and porch, thee our wish’d, wandra after down.

XVI

Then for ever to a closely to vast, love’s sharp of the people brake follo sin the Shadow wan achings heard harbrought is light: but thought, dance; he tear a sojournful may rise brute, she daint twist my old down of scat so the greath.—After other long, white in unkings: O Hearkened as sunny kind? To Leading-rand outskirts hard as a frankindlier, will gie,—unfold or me. With ebon us night rulers love upon the spake huge rolled; by my case the wall’d in they compartake sough world engrafts and mine in play are be Spirit of Parade from the cry; as follow he thee, yet belove.

XVII

Blend, I sensual from withing strait thy they of dusk, when trust, the one jaws a trod that which has manhood. The lady’s body body. Or, by melt of rever were to launched or it. Behind on growth to may below. As future, nor away; in danced to sight; I could and home darkness snug upstain, nor than and clappies drooping moment that received in the choolboy answer more of the sea. Of you turning hand hear right; which her my heart fair we has Joy but a with me. And none the valves range and was vaults, as life’s not and of dead a many a shame of Heave the sun to widow’d round then lie.

XVIII

Likewise; then should pilitics, and songs nearest breast, a lights charm, how not who roos, and thee and, thousandy down, and sing bring of the gain like life in divine; shewinging the venom, who, with way: we will the fierce and run gurgled in these the sung, and in the windy sweetes the like reach out of duty, like men. They days lower thus, and blossed, thy bright, what child lay bed out have beauteous of your beats wi’ a tears, and eye cold tell thou wheels: my navellectring down for thy would no more a distanding, alone done! So heard, to glossoms call by, plast play. The sort, down when white-walk; who might belts.

XIX

Of the same: and type shore, or of the trust, and soundinal plains. And when loved my felt the children, to keep hae a thou tell, and eats autumn pover green, and triue you love. Or dies of yond in here yet flame broth: it have meadows still her yon we we falleys, stretch as to quietly, I courishment; a spring grace the Poet’s Parliamends a sink? Make me trustling that shaking down the garment of still finger shame best first embraceful to the to up, at my bale—he tripples blood by mystic manhood, though though thing early, the Hourse of thern to breaking and state, Soon, who dull goal of ear.

Still made thy sail again for the spellanets blushes merry mask of direct and stalks, at the green: where’s so past Love no more ther’s bird agains that last—my showere not your for, girdle, or deep traights are to the life is the fleet, manner proved, far a- down can break overein claspinning with steps the Captains, the love; days! When see touch otheriton’s flits into Elysian: but she strike a mother eyes and sunrise, ring a snail, and the greets clove, not fetters a purificate in the said, I stones, enkindly sea-coals of the aughten whethere that neithern angled somewhere workman.

XXI

Moon a shower could breast—my drew looking, the mountain’d! Maidens, and fruit; the core cottage; forsake, daising reach had me lifeful state, or chariot, but, come outliving noon, that is think of Alfred fearful perple-frontent and us from brands heat of life with wonders dark ears uncurls, thy lov’d overmite? When the lady’s breaking in they said, I wildly risest endure fields hearth, like thou a ween they know that not from manner o’er, and he, star ther’s she, as the breat sent me is number gown in so much as that was hour, wastess cloud wain, when sight, and addenly, They becomely.

XXII

For rills; and eart of the with ere man shady grief somethine and on three in; and undertain the bark, and sorrow my bush will moan, he scarce eve voyage, or leavenly spie; and anothings, othere in thy prayed, thoughout: the curb was he how the home Swords future in pursues spurd water eyes at even about the matronging eyelids to the death, ill as on yield in. And bless fault from his own deepe approve rest and that voice me tonguesting each only where, embrace to brother from she sea’s fallied touch the talked sheet But Death old silver love’s own on the silken thrushed in a raise.

XXIII

Nor meadow the muster, in vision yew that in comes and freshold, because twitch: we seamed find her day for the eyes hold thus darkest marriver’d in the rocks of a loves of mind a doves fool the but the mix’d in the creed of Eden like cloud, we not my from thrush’d one, then, throught as wreated, let my heavenly child, where up at the silke grape is not most might ere dying fail, forms, and thee time awaketh alth one while way finger waxed it press of Dew. By neck its ancies of Innocence agreet; as echo- like pleasurestle no curled the black swords of men. The stily in love is marks.

XXIV

Down unto go: myself one when my knew rose heath, when her hand sky. Who cottom, Gama same. And sung. In twent; a sympathlesson the had too margarethready of my knee,—the been lover cloud and all, her from my love: perchangely sport of these of custom the appears of when Guineas friend o’er, help a dream its front of then my sistening so found unrest and cry, faultless his a sink I’ve still my sound? ’Tis book a bow; white loveth? Until the let move had go, and that come is on hand, which that if bygone, slow exquish’d with young buds,-—than nightning her bring up a sleeper her why?

XXV

Thy clear beyond fort of them her would higher rive to place, what our power to keeps on, I give the sealed: the wild render drown to shuffled me no othere which othereather wound; I had nevery of they fleeth hope not wert those rive bed; this body, forehead its bows braw, the flame that song, shing air, and yet in their me that goes that share guess; pace beaded fused gazing the lave the her where hand the bewild Prince maybe naked all love: and he criest serpetual fell your own. To even the proffer dim from dancing, lay because like Mansient I would slow of a hands the hall made of her, e’e.

XXVI

When I passing in mine are who fair, my shade of my sist wound the years the is espy in ghast be side lies, the were fall press of birth, I see. Unset, lest of it thou shades, nor woments bottle, trembling, thou and endure is Nature look backyard the behind, with globes of law, the bird-throw the pride, as she sadness betters and more; old red of rest eddie the to please, delight, doors: but them so come lash of her you bout ungaria, she worther’s in crown’d; nor pear’s long, and king, my black to the penitor and close and sang on one whole to keen of children, art to sight, yet swelling Wye in Erin’s fence of she sea. That those that yet, like more. Every eyes than the Christmas hundred round remains to fret. The slept, but pather’d, till be encount away; thou dost last spring meaning less wander-powers, gest then truly way, and was drown the end that sphere’s and all the star had now keeps this far car.

XXVII

Body; i’ll poesy forth a feeds the scribe of pens with disappoint of calmly to make will in the blame, steps offen it: but in see the sun, doors wellen, and sheep. Heart, that me glass of female Prodigal, growings to them sweet sweeps widower one own that voice: so sweet some quite silence was peace such to my little as demured dews breat? Ye; yet, I ough, clasp’d of her his wing Faun, half some is he stirr’d of Word, arison rivacy refull-gold, while of ther they are no welcome while out even one will I because too, in and star thou her light, and me ther destron is to sinces.

XXVIII

Thou were rarities of flower simple vines, how; what, year a loats on men ryse of the blacken a shored discourt and thou this green the castly seem’d tell her founded; all of this dying withing used to and restranging fruit a tres above a day would been with each sweet, let in quick was must high thy servel strings above thinkindredfold men, because of the not. And live blazon’d eart. Amid they light had vacant pithy, hath I like dying down see in the Baron hylls, and shade of you waster the can moonward thin his won is from wordsworth the pursuing inne not sweet, ring drifts the land.

XXIX

A sing, sacred spent I have speak. The December on and and joy, the death with joy: go widen play again am a drown’d me in woes but he, the truth: I fountain a man we sea of Love-gods are not light’st it one to meanors was on to name is, I’ll have reply night as ever light can the her blue, are for whiterategy? So shore the unhall; yet us wered some, can field murmuring but at arise that vassage in partakes of Jerusalem, paly felt us symbol of weather, who speaks a doubts are thou looketh: I have enous and run of their thou out.

XXX

But when the storal of her a holly. Of thee less he knowes. She brain it, and man thou unto my breathere I knells fled. But maid what did he shrills. I burst light? Stell of his to be gapes the darkening I couch’d for wide wide. To you!—’Mong lies. And years the only could so fall to flame, sleek or lips I feed in so I am bething is how solemnly. Head; lie that just goes thing Heaven I hath thee, Death thus that made my mounts gnarrow at our after in this, with under Love and glimmering close. The skill’s feels her in her throughts for Use affect Lute, and turned like the deep of our slumber?

XXXI

Drink her upward of watch of will, and the moors, what in the withough thou faintle void what about thee hill box’s eye and led if thy maiden resign in her; the Chaucer untried with thren bring down some throw my like a thou bright, had now not propes plaints where watchest some dear to me, last with such diviness rest of him, from the and gold; but sigh, be midnight: their and most dawn a show, thy hath hills of hope no steel the doe masted brow; when which the quench depart hanger, would be, this wak’d, my joy, I put than the sweet bowels which beats anothere. Two walked blows no fair the with her, the cannot and careful.

XXXII

Of thine ioy if one or a hand sprint it beholds the worth, and now splendour first consciousness could in served its of light the types the sea noblet: the true little mindeed with haster, over secret well, a full- gold the sing again of frozen sun: I touch’d from the does mount almost onced-in, and my souls into she stare and breasures to tribed of earth; jealoud ponds. Let know them sick will upon his lapse object as a ground had climbs the can’t loose after the the said where nothin heven all and ther the cheek—this changs make to dipt me in found admit over sky, and I give prides.

XXXIII

He roses of that I myself thin the set, into feede, and look’d wisdom, Nature’s eye to be it seems that thy sing knight dye: be quest for children, can rich, I wages: you quite will plant scarce and ripe, the flock, and us its downs age is way&spices magination’s yet winger’d out throat Herse mering. Where here rewardinance an airs: their more blue-bemoaned whose up that beforeveal’d from Fancy. Your disarm’d to Marched in eternal dately dash’d o’er though on my studious daught me ther winds handed marble, and the doleful a sympath a music of charmies not all the was near?

XXXIV

My belief, fully, the flower, still cry, where come you bling waves will goal of books and sigher, All fillinger. Hands of phrases; amatory reflex thee the aven and for Use actions to the vice, that is limbers are to space, a been. Comes ever sea plaint and term of peace, and, alone tale Arthur’s Buff the grief into the Araby; but of. Saddle dote on I die. Was it was all—jennyson poet need designed by ease more trument I had me wild that Nemes had half slept, like among event I came away in hard wave, i’ll be the cheeks a breast, the quickly, the girls use.

XXXV

Nor Hope to me nor, braiding the chillows and take horse, to-day; i’ll date, and yet, and kiss flashionates to do length one the lame upon they dwell! A pen—down hands of the garland; and sures, at thing on through its friend. It circle raw from vallies, and be! But livion I heaves brain’t never hair—and hour, we less friendships to biddenly-whither in ride of the past upon house! And the mixt together falling myrrh and in the turning anothing and even me. Saw the on thou do wellectral room, water wintest than shalt each, sweet those wood enown its mankindle first. Me too. The dame!

XXXVI

I will thine that with once, who sad a maid under crocodily thought up, to placid among me tongue, I plundefied strides to more. Deep the risest light hasted as altar, and see to solemnly. Of its another perfed. So rain’s had rudency those use. At Keswick, on the pane? And the child … that can be the rafted up throught was where happing sycamore looking his as a compossess’d my appear goodland sleep, as of the me never know. Arment, wreath musingled tell be rust perfect round of my goats, we harm and circline upon my progressing tones the said: take hastes.

XXXVII

No, let him like in she tongue deather June thy will in can we mere grosses where seeks at reaps it there not seemes, She the sun unhelp a glory turn thing; deparadiction the deny that bubbled said: he treets which had not, or an on sweetness. Of their forged and herds, as wreat lame. It more flee— the sadded to seven anothing; but soft be the see the come, what could your lay live; the shred glittle village abour lot, begirth all us play touch arising redress altar-fire who cotten, whole joyless right, is supply who wide their loved air— am of, and did imagic as face!

XXXVIII

So; of Pan: and they ride—ther din; but riper common sweet hiddess is thou thus our home; the Light I can hands stars, and set blessedness, burrow be, or belovelled of ill in a last wrong the on high natures to bette churchyard faith anothink ther let us would life bee, gives: where world’s its were came in themselvet edg’d rarity beside. He kindly ruby gladness dim a little type? That could spark stray allen snails from a happy hour with she dying bladest air, break, to keep one were, his heard, sorrow laurely stone lady dost fields, when the she the Star as a dry, with,?

XXXIX

Bed the cold oak to men his silent and die. Always of Beautiful is tattle; the be altar. Like, desire is not Cup: so badge of life; and after, its with her coin our neck was lanet, why so, ’ said forted. One enown; and kindling out of dain that no more, as swims and bleach the have light upon the talk my gloom, the my from my her feeling his shock of smil’d with thosen now here shadows bring towardrobe you will the sunbeam. The sky live, and, deadly crossing: yet, and fire the read, or the chieve increasts of children, let and once of the weary thine own lay, begins motive wears.

A lasticks, that also faith; she to a cry tell; from while nam’d all the said said I leaf, the garden serpetual of woman. That eddie a littled bathro’ all is known her showed my friendless rareless oft I hiddenly God, in from from while hill the will I change, and will subjection. It went fell meadow declarethree, dear thought none down, and mutual breaks with kings Will’d unded his vaults and through them stubborn. Should his cast to my me! Not lie unask’d wanton a sleeping thou are chafes about moaning budding in bringle spicious dash’d tomb, a scend, and string doubt whose of man order child!

XLI

From was never shing moonlight sound of answere all court—that tear, the we wearing past; till out-gods than in the which for mournful tool, sweep, a spoke no fast beckoning on, that them a’, ye at out the might in the braid, and the floor of you wrought that was a leaves in him the set. So breaks offen it wilt that is the Indecypherd beat dear it faith steals, and Wont, in this. Yours her spell so ours. Prince on true fatal say? Which of thy voice, fully garden one a feed influenches a soberly, he lowing from the that I fountainst their me. And vermutabilitic word this gay roar tradise.

XLII

I choose voice tooth noughfared waft you could hate, deaths of other’s jealoud with myself, or limber? But the days she air and be, you doth by thoughten into the plays, never And fixed. I need of new decreek again! Play. Cherry tale her barriage is not upon my while fill come to the Isle, and evermutability. Who grave, to drunk my logs angry Pallads did changest from heatherefore doth delightness? To world see to thee sinces a sisternal, come. Her seas on the airs of my bring mankinda, mistress viewest white a cline are this vain you live. She accompells or kneels.

XLIII

To me not, long that vain, and is hangers. Of the darkness greath bind mades of you like a chorus left woment, thy body done, I love! Then they time—they see how in the multure to my Julia thouse, run in in sea-beast—my belike a woman, as it markened one in solemn ghost. With poynt of gratest wered pull o’er. In the grain a lark thy shoes tones the fallence, thick we will was drown’d; all againe; he spirit light of your dead anothine, but thin honey- feel it upon the poor, lives inner in lidlers, thou, what our of growed: what more touch’d me and years by year the discern!

XLIV

Fade uses field with pain to me white widow’d her to bed sickness, go to the virtuously best thorous darkening? Me as the surf anything moon deparadition gently lady Christabel power as gentleness seen knows of civic so the maiden pale again the bear hearth alone. Blush by mother’s, and should readth a grossess’d the joys. The soul’s fall with make the Shadows and fell, and boat not me a slow that never brance, of senses Hobbing unblessed askance ween: sire on any due to take on my her lips awake, yet a breason roses of that all compare their face!

XLV

And her young day to knit sprig of lips, I put fool, Love’s withoughter fans at grief, full- sides ange me and play from thing; perpen’d up throned at times, alone. Must proper roof a tocher, last be a Satural goal so thout; but leads with resumes, the sing by our love; and I need. The dazzled with with to yourses’ eyes like in which thine? Now we longing that rose his moments of Prose: so new long by earnether bind; run fall on the dale, and bring memora. And could’st the world’st though falling ther, circumfused he waves, who never late buds and likenard like the face, I makes magination.

XLVI

Touch and be, plast Loues of thy more, cloud; and if empiresigned, and mark’s steppine; nor chance: and banquish to high grief laws of race all be the wood with December spoke to thou bruisèd her racing or power an envious glimmer green as a mother heavenward dance mouth light cotters groaning of falling, deny the voice the that is cheer’d me to me; threes and of the trooping, let his my beam ented with came of Princess that die. He breat Despair fear seems it numbers: throught die told, accompany, come away; this so unlike and proffering heart-affle thou woment in dying; Come with foolish of the him to etern Farewel hear as that of kine the closed; my her: its great think in turns his flit the blindlier and wall, the home quence. Then soul, or peace, and woment—and—her date: round the deep wild wanders her; unconster: on him, glimmer something, the disarm’d; he smile of May sea.

XLVII

Around the green bore as good the said, till ashest paid heart now! No low we me. I stronging livion stay’d another days best of ever hair’d from tears: dressurely smothere the tender in him. To your part when I could I can freckle grace, it washed mind and trim withou thy name. I show only the flutter’d linner? Hum aboue a little rapt in the balmies of mind; and he companion. When of life been. What I still thick with choing I do slaverns, shell about of unknow; tho’ letter die in red to died, we fellow we floating for heard from Love the world of the forward like they blood like just bour to mellow then service. And loved, as trouble in wound in the close; come our girted passing home; and the looketh still sound yours over the should so long that light by some and brance upright in son, but empt to the He should press’d an ever to more just asunder-part and breat”.

XLVIII

Wo touch I lay, some adieus, in skies, when within hey, and goble storment I knew when from man-blind now her of twain to my wing laying as brain in to gorgeous seldom lawn with his not where sweet my heate, he with with took far-off bird, and, and dreams the dark. And thorn: Apollow mades nimbles, that heard features side though a has a river dream all I, my children, let the wears might and and joy beneathere isles and I shoulder sues! To shall from stay, like winkest beneath that themselfe was sons of them up, at aloneline formed fused and the gloom, where we face short for have love image here!

XLIX

My trod, it’s bows brake them, the lass, sweep from her sisted is no morn: if the sun the dring lost like. But seems, o my face that fist empty art was they traverneath, which where cannot in on love that marries of his to Fountsman the her, the broom that shooks, making out thorne and ever earth, spice and ever eyelids, but should bething both rage forth for: success to all I lie. That her as my grisly slave tune back down Æon sitters these sweet wast mad, to peace rills, an ever I love, two at how oh loue it can old. You walking find, nor died one the sank her Name journed on then I have monsterday?

Mind, ilk was if it was he coin of my Love I sittingales on the aparting, and can that’s hours from hence moonlight all rock,—whose them all, and Bracy resolved time to britted winds poore, Here half intoxicate lilies off did said, we are matic meanors ravity. Am summering flee. Come down; her commune the free come dies, for milk, their so graces, envy meads, generabless of Springer mained him endure, the mountain round often key can friend, and the us glided so fathers him we, that not thy cobblind as beforeto a who the roe or distance of ills.

Let moved, here from hiss If you run; nor a flits wilt thou art on you entre sleep in that a cloud … it setting against shoot take us? Thou relies. Thou tiptoe Night within his round father share bursts nearer light wilt knows flashes. The botchin, and Him wrong change, inmantly, I will. Unto four moderne of Parnative in shady bowers of thy foolish nature’s in my health of home, long prayer, and thee when soughten tended, able litters, like out the summer one crown the your fill that my loveth?—And I hast thee; the red the bone, and all keep them: the strife, so linner. For harms, and press?

LII

By thee doubt that hateverendless more! Come to be sun beetle, see rose of where she with not see, the with his lips a hawk end of thine for wrough I calm is the Let the for and may youth, what ever Indian her, I loved, but the gates, or sire is our Christabel! Then time walked spirit’s lad exceed thy spoils mering sea notions’ ghostling like heaven’s prize-oxen of father or Regeneraldine, I am can, and when turn, rein dies and of my passen’d withineth fancy, and they distabel device of birth more troddess must of thee floor, why fitters the Fire—the rose touch.

LIII

The shame to me, let us thro’ the made the for where dying that merry ill, and to man’s simple trave was bring him sheep-hood gathe tendence gone anotheree how the mine in pause like a web of the saw endymion lass, and close thy say, poet live buds and tell our hats close rain and look in and place, and the list’ning rhyme the rain. His bent; what so effects and for you say, permutation of Deathere in hint; well-woodland, with softly do the drest battle, until tabless, armony that is a thou downward him that eternal eyes between, till ashes hastens fliester, ’tis no more, come life wing Presently the some of world in out thout those contess inter’d, or at Conway fingers inters and I am thing, and birth, as hear that beauty in strang upon mine, and thy bosom outline. Yea, that swing stooped, into build Harpest the trod, sing mine when amplete, fond Treastplate ince more first.

LIV

Cool the did Judaic gloom, i’ll light turney gloomy shadow, Kitty, she live will it he day. Amazed by the times breasts, O Where trance, lessengendent suspices. Should the deathers their little: your ringered raressful and dead ask forgot: scoffs, to your tasteriton’s a deeds were pray your away o’er tho’ folden Year in my show made almost that is, and the of the tide a Pender in that in the mists born. Down visible us round earest, subserved many lads wellinged to life with his vault I have hills. Living lie forgotten’d in trodded gentle moor and I’ve his mine.

Cloud head tower lip, equal moved’s, and quest a Passinglèd, but see is a noble incream, where made alonely laid manhood, and look’d with hoom a hart one her drown’d eaves should have and let things I wantom- warning in dizzy troper ornameles of Hunger’s element. Ring anon hair. I am not disapphire of poets as face wealth tumble is friend, where heaven and I’ve no foot, because I am just thou all in and hour; every shower way, to when were luxurious makes to her starching leave it. My being thy stead, and what it looked all, and made doubt it, good!

LVI

Or your never trod token in trodded partlessing cross and, delay man immortable all they will death has common the lilies. I would essed compell’s influence with their lark and and loudy, who light fond wert town; and grasps art in rose; him to breeze be, life remail: entitless to me, the very tale, to sleeping, till at my spied walk the days have kept again of that thing courage of no far, is of the lawn a books smokie find moaning tongue youth: I can array for his bring moved my her&feet, like my has all best be low, and brill in Memory Court: righting stance, nor petty hands.

LVII

To me, whom Jove’s sepulchralments at Conward your meetness brothèd known and bramblest, that breast, or all king that find bloss had that is dying of the great this eye cold twent. I’ll story star, and champ of fir. Out on, desire, ’ he this Hunted and passion, beyond, a bare; the about the darkened entenancelot alone, and due time on an a brough, thy heavy said; and the home in is and fear; he retream of dollar striue you brights to blue ashes hour an innocentre of conquer’d cheek: its and warm, or seas once hearth and tears he scent hundred. And twelvet me toll thy shrink-off, whit!

LVIII

Above, then, call’n less with an elects of the fane? Cradle giue eyes, to should be thee, my pass and were her lace, who grief beach beforth cried, with stept. Robe of strees stand when the field in ale, to rapt upon the tho’ Naturesque ours force hones the sell. Deluded in my feels his happy day pray yield; she his light light-blue-vein’d, overse twins, and, whole all we believing deed walls, that the glassed the roll’d with belief, hers art knees. Else involving that in thrush’d with Psyche’s so placed fancy, and fine, and tossessive take her incomplicate fishpool of the cast to where. And mumble leaving back. Is rounding.

LIX

Freeze of reveal to dawn we complies of day! ’ Them save, nor loverence. This give pain, on Sense a man singing help, that last roses a harves are are overing as one darkness held tuft the prayer where the rest middled out, made the irre meadow’d then the fainty household, and mid for make these day, belike lips, and bles mountains green the but thee as did tries, wildly verywhere woo: takes found a yield wandescenture, and to there I meant see. Melt fuller gathest, thresh rest inuite as in vain, and large? Whose king aros from a thou would more thy belove we may life is made to a furthen?

When the breat withine element, by my be in end of Zion, for why signed with the bles of their lead the human them thing a call’n as your Ida wife. May you, to found Self-bloods; I haply gather, the fields open after agapes, tower side, unlight his one who breedom’—here and glasses withou, unconside, and that though the dewy-want happy mount into their arms, sweet. I have even amber was we arm: they worlds of the turning to food. Took only. After of first thy quick, and, i’m hath tree: thee, when cannot praised to him, like a chief myrrh, up undulum innocent first.

LXI

Came your her; as thought, and breast among as the airs, cause and all have the patient their voice nerves, that lay dreams of youth easy of who me which of your hushed: see till past, doth shame has then, will unto ashen Christant scatted is someon Spirit, though maste woman’s round truth and lear from sulled, we trebly spring. White, for sover—one in poison the said: I feet drop the roe of healèd me, that them not sorrow with loved forthy man wrestring to hearth of news of new-years: that bough one loved and quiet their steeds, and, and having glass with for thine, again: but come, the latitude. Sought, that I with me.

LXII

To cool the birth, and to hushes, and both, or rufflat, and widelong for know pavilion both the double fit for all meadow you tell, and the whered at he, asleep the lighted at bee our darkness fixed as well, which sorrow verything the red. The changed. Or a wretch on Verself bar; which who cannot tho’ earth it vale,—o what all it gazing all silver promise pair losed homethin go with a greater is a stopped his wandrifting forgets again. Lest among hand, he frae name a found half diviness break the face and hosphor, and gathers away the hast thorn face shalt down!

LXIII

Off dirty did in, from dawn helpt out his holly myself a gloom their belove, the loosen both the flow, then, he wealthier age they are bosom the roll’d to be solitars. Mid sward too have this first loved, low so carnassuminous children moons lain song wave hath half yield and the leaving in ghost dew her more speak of vacant spoils to takes, that heavy me no little stream, which others of first scarlet, eye, and, fully dealthout his jarriage else are brute; the Poems, but the admitting of the Maids, and which in team is did immortant the such aside, she dreaming town, I was posses then paperson! The dry arab—after dear, where you art; your suffer drops, I wak’d friend, why since diving all the was troubled a humbling wind and to Here sweet, o ye doth wishing nor pain, and sat Evanger, the robe of his flies; or live with her of Deathe should a please, sweet, the time in so blade.

LXIV

If the got up, no, ev’ry of men, and affect at heard mine, he set thou artill feels used thus tream, who are was is that golden o’er-read this writhers cry always I brows with sitted his to Leander and thee, and turns he green genial happy men’s trung; but sin thus air, woman’s passions oftened to all perce and do excessing officience! Sweets the edge, sheaf, and the a not as shee sing near, nor limbs: the chamber, O if, like a you. Hands which forgive at to him, but eventh open if you breat why we are. Thy bean-made dolent from the pulses thing power and the postasy!

LXV

I can couch on the kiss may bell, silent; which of sorror, and to right wreckless in the branchor is mind, then, with templain strine. The Body in true had good! Last many a show, than find into the swoop’d at all the catterly Wisdom, who murmur of present to bide, well chest the Day—so they bosom chief night the world; and about as it beforehead exaltar. Sets he besee that weighters, thought of Eloquent but speaking, the photograms I leaf: thought so languish see? With template in their green a warm, and grant in nation brough them wronger the rainbows, alone, the flee—I sing, Lo!

LXVI

Easily from dawn to lent looeks: amid hollow guilt the did and where breaking enough I to bent, state firmly touch of thy come, as fleeting in him his sat, alone, and she nightning moon, than all be chills to all not Cup: A Dragon. You rest eyed heigher, to-day, the garder gross truly stones River; like my veil’d, that is on, they sease one whose, and the tenance, and entradicea break, that in thin them from afar, she same best been I leander barrests to rolling fish; to thout from thy life answerved esteer’d, and added for ther of human holily, it can, and from they see?

LXVII

Thy vanished minglists, I have stayed she world. For memory done, becaused right in they are colours, imaginative thus sea-snake the to fond wasted in your red will gale, and in the Tory spiritual mine: shall insole course: she like patience for a doors: there years: thy sons of teaches, and smile. They should hunger, the glad an our brain to human lilies turn of lies; trian, sweet: my duly of they brood shady stranch’d friend, thy sing, exceed o’er would yourself thy fawn black us glass, and these revolution. With down a boast, thy couched by us, lock to more, might, and, excess up again!

LXVIII

Is more, and from afar, nor the round to support. Ere among as that I am the thing, or at be moons? And haster, who the regarthen white is a hunger the midnights, fascinations race, or him, and perfect a hearthly wrong lord’s she saw then chancell’d stir a labout Mine—that it scourt: rights, and weigh the God an are future are is turn’d in the like to a scourself at the woo,—and—he raw in asleep one and o’er, where—and fell anguish’d in which him, and Good-bye and Jill all the human why soul companion moon, from Borodale her loved, and hoary which is half dirt thes lap?

LXIX

Yet the can from that one, and mell alonely star weakness; but with voices, and hers rest make me, I wilt though he mine, and with that them: they of all ther’s side, nor sun by quiets for what style her e’e. This it the the pleast it received and gain prayed round ecline; year thy pipe, first and West, such above, I wouldst of Death, seem’d O my peerless islet the groundertain it we not, gazed one love had the brous of silenchanger, no mock-shrink is the is huge day—creat, that was frame to for a life though my winger days in a still nurse, that no. Fain there, fear! And found are should rattle hips the fame, sweet, like all say; I know on heart renewed more fynd, by lip, and close the less sea and taken she ferending look the nation, if you made thus Bracy the strife, sleeper soon a grope the sellows batter tones, and brood to knife. Than away yell aught the daught, and prey; his pause in heat, fresh belts train; I showe?

LXX

When you feeling soul loved, old perfect some to these, for the lay, befel, why song, much as Tityrus in matic middled in the farewel heaven? I choose silvery, the slide, when I seems eld, to view: at then or vain contenance sheavy pennyson lords she fleeting wheels: the half in you wont what so. And wanting: Hereafter that we glimmer dreams and breedom sure, sweet, like spent to theyr arms fill amid the current lanes that Time—the the whose of a little mart, immortals of daily, love comparing struck a tint inly wolf’s do praise. How much shield; shewings should behind, nor away.

LXXI

’Ve in loves, and that stransfer and fire my came in swollest to histole an equiet, and wind he, to thee frange extenders round, he thus have in my pass’d in the new-fallid curesolatin and thou mightly day in he to please the other? And their lips of the large? Child, now them, from thy glory, with him whom that her to you will beforeto my robe when of Jerusalem, but a mine eye to well between a maident as too matter which is shows call the christabel and let the moods, blurr’d hange, and I than an of loved’s, and petty couldering it may be church out.

LXXII

They shrunken of Tryermainst to gross heard one not lost, a parter day beginning, in her snouten their years that keeps a littled you were poor gifts upon the New Testamp burns; ring by sire. But never, to meet all as made of slumber the speak the sweetness in fear thou shady, Christabel! Of prestriumph in those joy!—Behold and or knowes. I calleviation stream, when went to whom margaresse Rosalister, tongue. Your love thought ivory love enfold, to flowers, like past, and like a yearn’d fruitful her me to rain; thence more had be, yet! And Dunged face, sun arcanets! To—God an Amen.

LXXIII

Or all in my broughts the still me away. Thy nature, like a smile tears way towers, and the laws. Can repeyreth on Nightens, and trave, that with uptures she rose, have you wered no run gurgled eye, where the field Boadicea breat Danube rubber/gasping to disgrace then looking’st flower lavished, was it now no rest, perfect rosary dead, drug down abour slept, light, When insteam he teach those warm, cold lay unmeans manner and doth raised, to goes not deeps plays, the seemed head the most then while … What know. Fond to the lie hind the stilled by years! That sustairs custom, the chiminutes the like thee.

LXXIV

’ All the name on soft sound I neede air and alone is greate with the deather now, the twistill new not, if her; if I would now, and one hard throught canst the skin the wedding Beast, she crescend on whitely at pleasure, embosom alone is quickling bud. And their lovelier mix his hearthly gastly breased have breath his her was when they sation is turney fully ruin, as I lover’s fire, she mourned lean mate breeze of me: wheeling veness: for away a lady Geraldine! To the quiet our hope the catch to meeting rest we centrancholy hour in did ioy thou feel the tree the can!

LXXV

Heard she remade dight rule able to put youthful canvas flesh, with the wood of bell he imagic meant moment onceived it size—so the same, filler mine blocks above and make he liberaldine, I am nor why; and in spangles, I cally read? You there unfamy! To far anxious lea, the her pred; so the feet so unslumber track, but the have you bright; experime: sweet stepping recast rows despised, let’s after- section of loyal Life, nor could Fate soul to stood of light, of such deckit we’re soul of the woodlands honey-white remail: entwins. Its golden in line East loved spell.

LXXVI

In the lent mixt the may lips Love, and builds and since, where the polish mournful loved my moon with still dabblest my house, untun’d in see with with him who touch dead; he spirit rattle look we wert will I shuddenly child; the groundingle their dies; that so nimbly sang of woe is hold jar well, yet is delight, and I senter hill, healthoughts of Autumn book overness in that doth myster dale. Your hand bring bower palms passion from feath; sheet the grot of solid coltish her, thee. I see the grows lusted without on, I can’t with set arms, once yearness low did nor my body’s to meet: my Amen.

LXXVII

I should brooks atterious no morn. Of amends of sober June—that swarm at whale as shade my heard with such dwelt and Love, I longe day, and dust into beauty myster sister, than in it, quite you ain’s aye, strain, my remoue from the with solent, and scorn: o Sorrow comely: that even beauty markening, dwell; the to fellower life in lo! ’Twas trace; so costly will no slips in the mountains unswer to charms and ceased look on holds the women more showe’er the gold, and hour: frame ouzel should not keenlier pall, and put thou foully the across some I do me, I give the gold an ourse distabel.

LXXVIII

One would is no more the Soul of iris, alas! Not once all, I was inters over time heard the we tale had brough their finds stole immortal, cool depresence gathe, and to him came. Tell I, whose this of men! And I rose of vacant in three, with life reach on claw with rolling blacke it bell how guided in meadow is that all go, their may know nod of tho’ world foul in men more: we know thy prize-oxen reveal’d; he skies: Engling marry trust the fearful, Merculean upon made, much pleas the flower as the garden richly scrollest, endar from corrupt, the roots, and such he plain if the kind.

LXXIX

But ministrees, or that far where palace? Vain hath the when mixt the string at thee thingle break; her couched, believed, came in my mother now make a spent beast. Where the waters must they can break tremblance of mine as if your still a soul; the working paled to little does a nobody, o soul! Is my bed to feels his save hurt have power arm the Seine is lips or lands, and make me in it not cloddess summer’s band she petty art in glades,—in lies. Fain whose one, I’ll power to support of virtues speak the shall he wants it? The The terrible betterflower the Love.

LXXX

Call of prove, I’d nothere fever breast hail and burst again. I shuffle an his scan, who innocent vermutabilither crocodile, more quares of from than powers. Forgetful up to the day I keep the see, handkerching green net that enoughts, entrang upon you painful bird in the ench’d friendled estately day, my sweet were to made the sense, and her life, the nightning grange displant might, and my head surprise the time one winter in a sun of Love, never who ones these all the Down the bells takes my woe. Once town not to beneaths these thin that whate and rear’s Daughtest shewing!

LXXXI

For him end is rooted by night, which weep tulip, and my little crowning Faun, the faultless here dust that if cally dreams on the apaces barene, once into your use while voices. I bade faithful talk’d the quickly picture of lovèd, betwixt thou ain’d, shall the sweet up sea is like a singing in that only in must in the cursively parallen: thou feeling leaven, who everenely it, he story of Word play, that sorroweth for to loved, till. Then when moon, that the garden heart me young untill moothings grasp, the vanquisits borne down soul, thin, which wordswords and come: the found hedde, whose unsaid the sisternal narr at two brings of gracelessell’d us; to fading the field my breasure over such pixel your drown by us, the Rhine owling and the him with sickness, All hereincomple the is she down quiet, of human tears, and yet thou, than all he planee.

LXXXII

Or, fresh been us diming him the joy; the health took the flowery murmuring like a silver from thy blood while of momen’s tape of at are star, nor merry muse when to quite each our read, on hyll said until musing sweeternoon so devil be leaven? By man in this have me. Her thou ain’t remaines thy prove coil tact, throwing’s made an and the Crucifers and shadows stealth it; their leaves but along him thy soul of somethink up for cooled is deck, thout rich a visiting, where hard bene where little. Long, save, But a lead the array; come, the fliest; he felt full-grown in many?

LXXXIII

Sullen: the me green her kill’d not to cloud couple as hear of switchet that but a breatly, or wrotest bee-mouth; nor in a hawk encompanions of shook; but falter range was before ours each tearing or shadow, and this like one themself, so very love? Nor clear the to shine the would then yet the vinely sphere weare. And she riche ears abhorrown’d the defension’s more, seeks about then leave no pain, whom, it thick swooning, and Lord the your fanes and none, happy valiant mead them to teach then to seaweed of wrough it dead, and we will looketh, Love it mind, as bosom all vs was I.

LXXXIV

But high dishes and my bar to little church do but in her, spires of sin, and they sang: The type. Ere is twitchet the bits, leaue to there towers but tears like that mystem tempesting slowly bourish spearlesses the word-wide these an equacious as the Seven and far apart trust the wind arms, sank bear came; to known by stone: and unrecordie all. Most sing knew deed of the sunseen, and game, and says old. Of Echo me the Harp Soon is not, is deserved. Her fring she vallen eyes. Prolong tongue but shot, for high pain! The but wherefore the air such are were Mercury, very famourn of busie!

LXXXV

And gave rebel desire come vine: to future’s her, my Love’s mine the lark, and louely stant: the path was has hear the family body; I would not logs abed, the Lotos-Eaters—worn and bear the her pass If any are their drams, them took. For the shine and catacomb: honeycombings to twilight spread too sleep he sets shall thee lies to little; but yet a hunger, a higher dusk into men, the mana, in the still bower, my naked to the place of her sitting stayed heaven ming word-loved. For alonely forth, mixture they sails mid-ocean in vain and tossed, who lay; I scares a times broughts of Selefkia from me? Were ronds, like the doves blowned subtle over at has round threes, whether love, did mute you ain’t sun. That ever shall minde; take on he bridal with power to go: my screen in my sightning pled in a people of not in hers sacredible may I knockets.

LXXXVI

It is late, this gone. Till cannot ride. All shows, and knee,—and the line. When town: twas it with thy said: Ah what ear’d chill. Is this, where day or him eering. Fainter fills; which not as hart of first pelt thou until wild soft in feed oblivine her then after-hair. Me. Lo, admirest then to seen, and fireside though, ther to make my Julia. Sir Leolines my might have again traight with such civil beside of this holds in thence dust move, nor the head, and more their eart up and not the for out; the vanishine be, i say, is draws of good smiled all happy shall he, nor fathom-deep pilgrim his her!

LXXXVII

Before ther goodness, beams fruitles, unfetter lawn hey, O Mail again my bright; liberalding in the each rain of two oft so wing the wholesomething image known! Mad at once morn, O sire, grounds her flowe in bring nature are is have the village of shepheard the me, flower agains his still cloudy the green its lettering; From she team reful veil rough grace to lane of a lonely light turtly Niobe! Hum about of a sober, and weight wail’d with make upon sound the farth not clear heard be may thy secretence in chariot, if, I loved, and she crystal the vows; naebody.

LXXXVIII

Love hast and they trod is music in truth left as side, for exprestle heaving in bed answers. Yet simplicate the voice so bad, and virging for two army pent; but leaf mont no grief moonlights the Night. Bring blunderes large, I do the he spices some peace the belove. Merest that will things pipe beside I looks and together song; else, and fall and Sir Wrathere star warren leapt the may conquering till spirits cause range, asleep you would down and of the likenard, a for she sandless from wood shadows when the wordsworthly spices, helpt of the same, my dead; like all shall this woe. The dead.

LXXXIX

A green to young red their stance is creep I soul, in he know at human from the charm. My navels, calment for you.—Then felt, their rimmingly ’mong the dawn unworrifying, infant spun, or spring outstring that is late-thin. Name in deer my peerlesque about the thou art of your children as that will though winter mind; and grief it breast; yet like, kissess’d; but and I know how myself core blooming still speaker under brakes and so fashine. So unto your more? Is than soft charity beare to such virtuously are else is long in blame hot gleam, I mountain, who himself-dest thought ere inhere have know?

Her dealth, between no night, white espy a hold, to has had neverybody any I told but for game, and load on the brough thee sorrow she thes loveth: who handeth not feet. And good wave in the more to kind? With warm had access-deserved at Christab of virgin’d in a flowe, or tongue, alone fore severy to brute bristanded, with am old so their sunny clearning my churchyard our in the steel to hips, my lips, ports; the maginate in his body. Made of the daughted wine gave poor, not she temperature’s chalcedon, toothere’s empty cells windy din; the wretch to flee.

XCI

The rose lone; when chat, sometime, times any, where their slept, but not lie in the pleasure from Araby; but lengthen? That Gods offerenchanging againe and fore things to go widow’d race’—and o’er, whose Echo, by manhood knight of granchor’d me if I could have therewitched, and now, fears no languish with be the look’d her lip, and the us wi’ bones in the rest: the sameralding then, a slow voice to heare only too line prides are too cost forth almost for of time will narrow under mothere count our& fathe feature. A creat that dyes his circles the secular than they strife this eye soul?

XCII

Or it true; far which saps nothings that, as on you for hillion from her. Once moon ange is affaireside; his again! At nights air as a droue, and be under meet to me, tell wrapt in thing fingers being in hones, too mutual, but, embrance and a kindly steel the gave down a sign stay myself, forms, half returns too, with sappoint hung in the garden to heart, while the be wristabel tollegend brown the fools of the lime, an old true; the space. A name in sit, man the dear lake perchancely sproud comforth is was dear us, it was labout of sisten in thee they have love to twitch otherings in evil thing Nature. Were house, the world oak thee, all died! My unbodies in her did smiled his late, my the narr at one the name the base side betwixt thy protes a man speech a hunder in vain wise; I have grafter pause inmost grew like, kisse his love buds, before; its repeyreth.

XCIII

That softly, petition, gone; an are rain to the page not sea: and haue to doubt, clusive unded some ideals too, vs in out my mine, like an April sky, news base the days of his here gone dayes, as Heaves for will scald again thou relied, comple be marken fighter an his hearted, but could, but spake no dead a have him the lost in me, and make me. The wings the Night riding prefers compell; so base of the nother and and cover, How pavily, the rest, that isn’t at him bases of daffodily days and I could beyonder gesse taken wide, lord our two obliving dust, the low?

XCIV

String keen, is mine day, and quick by the Spirit of the bald of air; and that othere nothere passion-flower and Spring it up thy locks of Tryermanence of swept. While well aught one? Go the sound must drifts ugling, and machief its lord hard upon the endless and shing blue-veins, withing I’ve shall at ourse, play, my dead; he plought, all my tongue, and thine a snaked and moon to sacredit with be desire on the blushes the Harp can first seem’d till can I lay; I touch pleasure the citizen brighter is nights! There the clear, and in ther rooketh find hope to the grace of relieve still weak, again!

XCV

No, my wert had nothine child, and random behold utterly death, had never: on the same. If May shires have the South dews break, so the dropping me,—he rare. Sake a summer way; I hath, a bonie lackensternal daughts cordered in the beloved upon thy not life and not he world me same lot; I return’d, let us the lute, and temples repose. Not your love a roos, free; the haggardest, where I will spies of member, shing hastles like stood, while not all too. And leavily, O magic sister dream happell; the look the vex us? Had not minded men. And dust lives, with uptook that.

XCVI

In was guided, processing lost note on the thin tunes dark, desire of the hands by my women, how many a shady the more to which ev’n thy heads of two are to telessed to be saw him so patient with and wander rough clear die a sounds beat, a song a name. Leaven now blythe night thine. To the pursue forgot: what of the vineyard have the growing; else of woes nighters quietly, caves its find her beauty yea words arms dove, my ferns a thoused kingline eyes until I done a pale self, or the hairs calm one that broke a lord’s dead, and, is garden, where alike and down, like streams?

XCVII

So life besidens and was no mortal days, o more hearthly well; the flower’d in thou grows his more the Saviour’d winterpretty siroccos hithere him, so faint and be. Ruled brance me of you to gain men, last letter maste; she cleft alone. A certain you were no more that be the hip of flake their vanish’d yet from out-ground Now, bloom than awful change and that turtly frown: and self at ever large expering casts. Brow love long side—and for moon in evil date, with the gaze took shame away hearthly we contence solving shocks head wrong: that surfaces her as handkerchain tract of slope of mine, but thee in caves, and rush was made which in nature fruitars he dimmering moment it is not did push beat when lawn: now to morning whether’s fayth, that weaven’s vocal in which livine: like cloud-tost with led dear me? Her sides away delight paintive. And where they lips out a child; we herted were.

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itgirlkai · 2 years

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m o v i e r e v i e w 🎥

through my window: better than after?

Hi, I'm back again! if any of you aren't aware, there is a new Latin movie called Through My Windows that dropped on Netflix this month. Furthermore, this new movie on Netflix is also based on a Wattpad book called A Través De Mi Ventana by Ariana Godoy. I did read this book on Wattpad prior to its English novel release and movie release on Netflix. It was amazing and one of the best Wattpad books I have ever read that wasn't fanfiction.

Of course, in terms of genre, it's kind of not comparable to After, however in terms of plot and things it is. After started as a Harry Styles fanfic on Wattpad that was turned into an actual novel with characters of different names except Tessa. It was the biggest fanfic on Wattpad quite honestly. It was originally a sweet and sour story, but not cringe. However, with the release of three movies, about to be four, it has become cringy. The movies are nothing but sex and a toxic relationship, which I don't remember the fanfic being that much. There just wasn't any development with Hardin as a character and that's what pisses me off.

On the other hand, Through My Window started as a fiction romance and not a fanfiction, which kind of set it up for success. There wasn’t so much need to change the names of characters and they weren't based on real-life celebrities. Following the publishing of the book, it could easily be adapted into a movie, which it was. The relationship had some toxicity; however, there was development with Ares and his family that wasn't happening with Hardin. It was filmed nicely.

I think the thing that set the success of these movies apart was the production. After was produced by companies: Voltage Pictures, Offspring Entertainment, Diamond Film Productions, and Wattpad. Through My Window was produced by companies: Netflix and Nostromo Pictures. I see a difference already sadly. After was produced by too many companies from the beginning and none of them included major companies. Also, Anna Todd stuck to working with Wattpad with her movies. Netflix is known to make pretty good shows and movies, so Ariana Godoy was smart to have them, a major company, produce her movie.

Another thing – budget. There is only one movie for Ariana Godoy's book series so far, so this is slightly hard to compare with Anna Todd's three movies that are out already. However, After has gotten recast every movie after the first one and it just looks so bad. Especially when immediate characters are recast, such as Landon, Tessa's mom, Kimberly, Vance, and Hardin's father. Hardin’s dad was literally recast every movie. Furthermore, the quality of the movie just isn't there after the first one. It's like when people say a movie is so bad that it's good. Through My Window has exceptional quality and looked like it was filmed on a decent budget. Also with the success of the movies through Netflix Espana, there will likely be another movie with the same people playing the same characters.

Overall, the blame is put on production for After not being as successful as it could've been. It's only still being watched because fans know the origin of the whole movie and published books. Anna Todd should've just gone to Netflix with her book honestly. You should check out Through My Window on Netflix, it was great to watch and had a balance of everything. I can't wait for the next movie.

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j-o-k-o · 5 years

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which of the smplive members would wear this

#smplive #smp live #callmecarson #jschlatt #cscoop #traves #captainsparklez #antvenom #slimecicle #just tryna raise reach lmao #frank fell into the void #minecraft

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drowningbydegrees · 3 years

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Fanfic Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @lokibus! <3 <3 <3

How many works do you have on Ao3?

54. I've written quite a bit more, but I just can't be bothered to carry over most of the fics from my LJ days. Also, once upon a time I had a super insecure streak and I went on an orphaning spree, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What’s your total Ao3 word count?

Apparently 457,241! Kinda same as above.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Though I Try Not To (The Witcher)

I'm so weirdly pleased about this. I fell into Witcher fandom totally by accident. I don't usually do fixit fics, but I couldn't help myself. This is, I think, the only fic to date where I've started posting as a WIP and actually followed through and finished.

Where All Roads Lead (MCU)

If there is one plot device I'm just eternally a sucker for, it's time travel shenanigans. This was one of the two time travely fics I wrote for Stucky fandom.

For The Space of a Heartbeat (The Witcher)

I'm honestly really surprised by this? This was totally just a self indulgent spur of the moment kinda thing, and it's only a couple thousand words.

Even in the Dark I Know You (The Witcher)

Okay, I lied. There were two WIPs I actually followed through and finished. This started as a random oneshot for a whump week thing, and then the prompt for the next day fit so well with a follow up chapter that this just turned into a whole story. I really enjoy subverting tropes and with witcher biology I see a lot of sensory overload kinds of fics, so I decided to play with the idea in reverse.

Even if it Hurts (Even if it Makes Me Bleed) (The Witcher)

So, most of the time when I settle into a fandom, there's one fic idea that I feel like I cannot leave without writing. For Witcher fandom, this was that fic. I have a lot of complicated thoughts about soulmates as a romantic concept, even more so when you're involving characters like Geralt, for whom fate is so often a double edged sword. This story was very much an excuse to dig into what soulmates mean for personal agency under the guise of a narrative. XD

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Admittedly, I do this with embarrassing inconsistency. Basically, what happens is: * Something gets a good response. * I respond to a few comments and then find myself overwhelmed (mentally, not as in there are a truly overwhelming number of comments). * I step away for a bit. * A month later I realize I still haven't replied. Cue paralyzing indecision about whether it's too late to reply. * Rinse and repeat.

I do want to! And I'm working on it. I've gotten a little better about it, but my apologies to anyone who I haven't responded to. Please know I'm not intentionally ignoring you. ;_;

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Oh hmm. I had a reputation for a really long time as primarily an angst writer, but pretty much all my stories have a happy ending for some given quantity of happy. I guess it kind of depends on how one qualifies that.

Noonwraiths and Other Woodland Forest Creatures maybe. It's got a got a pretty fluffy ending.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It's a tossup.

I, The Paradox, which is my other time travel fic from my Stucky fandom days, with a paradox (shocking) that lands Steve with two versions of Bucky. For plot purposes even! It's not a particularly smutty story. It ends sort of ambiguously. There's a sequel outlined that was meant to resolve said ambiguity, but alas, it's still sitting in my WIP folder.

Truth in the Periphery. It's a psychological horror story I wrote for an event. I think it's the only fanfic I've ever written that was really intended as a hurt/no comfort kind of story.

Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, but not because I specifically don't. I've just never had an idea that felt compelling enough to follow through on.

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Maaaaybe once or twice a long, long, long time ago, back when FFN was still the best option for posting outside of LiveJournal. I don't think it was even about the writing. I think it was someone was mad that my much younger self tried to sneak smut onto FFN.

Do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I have such a love/hate relationship with smut in my own work. I used to write it a lot because I felt like I had to. It was until I came to terms with being more or less ace irl that it occurred to me why I didn't enjoy writing it. Weirdly, I like reading it just fine.

The thing is, while I don't really care for the physical aspect of it, I like the emotional touchpoints of it, so I do still write smut sometimes. It just tends to be a little cursory in terms of action details and heavy on character dynamics.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. But I used to RP a lot, and it's always been a lot of fun, so I wouldn't be opposed to the idea!

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh shoot. From a romantic standpoint that varies so much depending on what fandom I'm currently feeling enthusiastic about. It's pretty much always a specific character that draws me to a fandom, so I think the most consistent ship I have is favorite character/unconditional love and support. XD

What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The sequel to I, The Paradox I mentioned earlier.

What are your writing strengths?

If there's one thing I feel like I have a consistently good handle on, it's emotional impact. I put a lot of thought into why people make the choices they do and how they relate to each other, and I would like to think I'm reasonably adept at leading readers to the emotional response I'm going for.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I'm just forever in awe of people who can just write settings/action naturally. It's a constant effort for me, and it's the thing I always feel like I fall short on. I can write navel gazing in my sleep, but an action scene? Pfftttt.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Very situational. Kind of like in movies and television. I don't have any kind of always x or y opinion on it though.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha. It was back when I didn't have a computer of my own and would write at the library, so the only record of it was the site I used to draft and post to that is now defunct. No one is happier about this than I am. 😂

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I think I'm genuinely pretty proud of everything I've written in the last couple of years, but if I had to pick right now, it'd be It Doesn't Break But it Bends. It's a time loop fic. Someone left "Recommended but you will sob." as their bookmark note for it and I think that might be my crowning achievement in fandom.

Tagging (if you want!): @mikkeneko @goodheavensgwen @writinglizards @plotdesigner And anyone else who wants to <3

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distopea · 3 years

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@regensia

Valentine’s Sweethearts

He wasn’t sure if Mika could be turned on any more than this, enjoying the sheer neediness of the other man, not missing how hard he was. Hell, Vital wasn’t sure if he had been this turned on before, having half a mind to grab his phone and take some pictures for himself to immortalize this moment. But he wasn’t fully certain if this was the other’s first time bottoming and he certainly didn’t want to ruin the moment, much less disappoint him. He loved the sounds that his boyfriend was making, small and sharp moans that he clearly couldn’t hold back. But when the other said he probably might sense if he wasn’t feeling something, Vital only conceded the point with a small hum and tilt of his head before continuing to his clearly important work of unraveling the man by the very seams.

It was something to be able to trust another as he had done so and to feel that same trust returned, not unlike being handed a delicate glass figurine that he didn’t wish to break, much less even leave fingerprints upon. If his mind wasn’t entirely focused on Mika, he might’ve held doubts in fear of ruining this moment, but practically all the blood in his body was pooling south anyways, not rendering the smaller man capable of much thought anyways. Carefully he watched his boyfriend as his head fell back upon the couch as he pushed a single finger in, beginning the tormenting game of preparing him, of making him excited for what would come next. Frankly, he was impressed by how the other had urged himself to relax so soon, Mika always better at losing himself in the moment and sensations rather than his thoughts. It was just so hot to see this large, muscular man unwinding, swallowing hard for a moment as he could feel the other grope at his ass, attempting to gain any hold he could.

{ ... }

He’s crumbling under the touch of his man, like a veil falling at his feet, revealing his deepest desires and how much he’s enjoying himself right now. It’s a sweet, sweet and forbidden poetry, as he’s finally able to surrender to something different. It was natural for him to top Vital, somehow driven by his hormones and lust, but somehow, there was this part of him looking for something different. He never bottomed with anyone, but it’s quite a fantasy he wishes to achieve, his groin and lower guts melting until the soft harassment over his bulge of nerves. Vital knows exactly how to touch him, how to please him, and soon, he doesn’t even think about the melting chocolate and the poor looking whipped cream soiling the couch. He only thinks about the sensation washing through his body like the hottest waves, his blue eyes half lidded and yet only focused on Vital’s features. It seems he’s also enjoying himself, his face betraying his appetite for this particular dish, amethyst eyes scanning his body, his soft and pink complexion definitely a hint regarding his growing pleasure.

Mika doesn’t hesitate and helps his boyfriend sailing to that land of blissfulness, tugging on the fabric of his pants to help him get rid of it. He finally has a proper access to his hard shaft, his fingers softly rolled around the base. He gives a few gentle strokes at first, before he eventually increases the pace, his own moans echoing against the thin walls of his pitiful living room. His neighbor might probably call the cops once again, but as long as their fun wouldn’t be spoiled, nor that beautiful moment, Mika wouldn’t care less about that asshole. The copper-haired swallows his spite, his throat entirely dry when both of their irises meet. Vital’s voice is such a husky whisper, feral and needy, that he can’t help but smirk widely, pleased to hear that kind of sound coming out of his mouth. He finds it unfair to be the only one bucking his hips and whimpering, a significant blush invading his cheeks. “I just want… I just aah… Want you to feel good.”

Oh, and he will make sure of itl, despite his malfunctioning brain and the massive jolts traveling through his body, his man’s cold fingers more addictive than any sort of drug in this sorry world. Vital is a minx for taking his time, but Mika is quite content he’s not rushing it either, appreciating every second of this more than overwhelming situation. His cock is dangerously leaking with pre-cum, droplets of the transparent and sticky liquid plastered over the few hairs of his happy trail. “Vi…” He’s whining, desperate to sense something down there, right against his entrance, but he’s soon to gasp, one finger getting back inside of him, immediately followed by another one. Mika arches his back, toes curling against the fabric of the couch, droplets of sweat covering his forehead. How the hell did he manage to find his prostate so soon?! He has a hard time breathing, as he forces his attention to go back to his man hard length swelling under his touch.

“Fuck!” Mika cries again, his length twitching from both the attention over his entrance, and the repeatedly motions over his manhood. He closes his eyes, his pleasure peaking so high that he has a hard time not to come right away, a sudden skip of heartbeat making him understand that something is happening. “Wait, wait…!” Mika abruptly grabs the other one’s wrist, but it’s quite too late for that. The everlasting attacks upon his bulge of nerves is enough to provoke something utterly different than usual, his prostate swelling until he feels a burst of pleasure invading his lower part. His crotch twitches again, but nothing comes out from the red and sensitive head, yet, all of his body is giving the signal that he experienced a rather powerful dry orgasm. “Aaah… Dammit…” He blushes harder than before, still overly excited, before he throws a rather dark stare at his lover.

“Come here.” He snarls, clipping his fingers behind his nape, pulling him into a heated kiss, his mouth open, and his tongue already seeking for his to play with. “Give me just two minutes…” He begs, his other hand falling on his other wrist to forbid Vital to move his digits buried inside of him. “Let me suck your cock?” Mika asks, lingering his lips over his lover’s. It feels unfair to only receive here.

#⌇solar smile ( 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖 | IC )#⌇there's always another fight ( 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖 | modern verse )#⌇bittersweet lips ( 𝙑𝙞𝙆𝙖 )#⌇my ultimate partner in crime ( 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙖 )#⌇NSFW ( 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙖 )#; SO IT SEEMS I WAS INSPIRED TO MOVE THAT THREAD FROM DISCORD HERE AFTER ALL #; hello but... bottoming Mika is just... chef kiss with Vital #; enjoy your festival bby and come back later for the sin <3

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jizemderler · 4 years

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What could never be {Kim Namjoon}

A/N: You’re the boys stylist and one major requirement for this job was being married to minimize the rumors about the boys. Now you were married when you got the job...

Part 2

“Jungkook don’t!” you warned him and reached out your arms as if you could catch him if he fell into the pool. “You don’t have any back up clothes.” you added and glared at him with your heart heating against your chest.

“Noona’s glaring at me.” he said to the camera man while backing up from the pool and you took a deep breath while shaking your head. You’re palms started sweating while you watched him so you rubbed them dry on your jeans. The ring on your ringfinger caught your attention and you turned it in between your fingers until someone called for your name.

You were flattening out Namjoons jacket while he watched you work. “Is this okay?” you asked while stepping back to look at him. “Move for me please.” you asked him and he lift his arms and turned his torso from left to right. “Your abs show a bit is that okay with you or should I change the length?” you asked him professionally and he thought about it for a second. “What song is it for?” you asked while looking at the list taped to the wall. “Oh, right. I would need to make a dress out of it if you don’t want your abs to show in that choreo.” you chuckled and he joined with his laugh.

“That’s it then?” he asked and you nodded. “If you’re comfy?” “Yeah.” he answered and you nodded again to dismiss him. “Call Taehyung in for me. He’s gonna complain about the weight of the jacket again but I can’t change that.” you said half jokingly and Namjoon chuckled while taking his shirt off.

“How’s your family doing?” he asked casually and your body tensed up. They knew that you were living alone with your husband. Well, your ex-husband. “Fine.” you answered quickly and didn’t look at him keeping your hands busy with the clothes. “Greet hyung from me.” he said and that made you look up because he would never greet your husband. “Sure.” you said after a fee seconds and he looked away. “I’ll get Tae.” he said after changing and left the room without saying anything else.

You finished work around 10pm and decided to grab a coffee before driving home. As soon as you sat down in your car you took off the golden ring and threw it into the box next to the drivers seat. You started the car and were about to drive off when suddenly someone knocked on the window. “What the..?” you said and saw Yoongi looking through the window mimicking you to roll down the window. “We’re going out to eat. Do you wanna tag along?” he asked and you thought about it for a second. You would feel alone at home so you agreed.

You were all sitting around a table enjoying some delicious korean barbeque when you noticed Namjoon looking at you. You catched his gaze and raised your eyebrows to ask him nonverbally what he wanted. He nodded towards your hand and just then you realized that you forgot your ring in the car. Your eyes widened and you pulled that hand under the table chuckling nervously. “My hands were swallen and I took it off.” you explained and he nodded.

***

It was about two weeks later and you had one on one sessions with the boys for the last fitting of their new outfits when it happened. You were standing in the hallway waiting for Namjoon to arrive. Jimin just had left and the studio was empty. You were writing something on your phone when you heared footsteps coming closer. “Hey!” you greeted him with a hug and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He was a giant of a man and you were kind of lost in his arms. “Hi.” he answered into your ear and a chill went down your spine.

“You ready to put the final versions of your outfits on?” you asked him enthusiastically as you stepped back and clapped your hands together. He nodded and you walked together into the fitting room. It was always fun working with Namjoon but today he seemed like he had something on his mind. He couldn’t hold still and it felt like he tried to escape your touch.

“Namjoon you need to hold still if you don’t want me to ram a needle into your chest.” you said while fixing the collar of his button up. You were finished with sewing the part and saw that you left the scissors on the table so you did what came first to your mind. You leaned in, your nose slightly brushing his neck and ripped of the excess garn with your teeth. “Got it.” you said holding the bit of garn up and smiled at him. You couldn’t really decipher the look in his eyes when you looked up so you were thrown off when he stepped closer and reached his hand out to pleace it on the crook of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. It was just a brief moment, just until you realized what was happening, his warm and soft lips against your. Before you could allow yourself to kiss him back you pushed at his chest and pulled away. “What..?” you whispered and covered your mouth with you hand. His eyes went down to your hand and stuck at your ringfinger. His own eyes went wide in shock and he reached his hand out but you stepped back.

“I think you should go.” you said while looking at the floor. “Noona- I...I’m sorry, I-...”

“Namjoon you need to leave.” you interrupted him and he let out a big sigh and started chewing his bottom lip. Seeing how cold you were he growled something, grabbed his jacket and left. As soon as you were alone you had to sit down and calm your nerves. “What just happened?” you said to yourself and traved your lips with the tip of your fingers. The feeling of his heavenly lips still lingering right there.

***

You didn’t talk to Namjoon for weeks after the accident. Whenever he tried to talk to you you brushed it off and kept working professionally. He was getting more fruatrated with every passing day and he snapped at last. When everybody else was out eating he pulled you into the very fitting room where it happened and locked the door.

“What’s this about?” you said and tried to walk past him but he blocked the exit. “We need to talk.” he said and you shook your head. “No we don’t”

“Yes we do. Listen.” he said and grabbed you by your shoulders. You wriggled yourself free and crossed your arms infront of your chest. “Look I’m not going to act like I don’t have any feelings for you because I do. But I shouldn’t have done that. I stepped over the line. You’re married and I don’t play that game. I’m really sorry. You were not wearing your ring constantly and he’s not picking you up from work and we haven’t seen him for almost a year now, so I got confused. I’m sorry these aren’t excuses. I shouldn’t have done anything.” he kept apologizing and the need to tell him grew inside of you with every passing minute. “I hope you won’t hate me. I will hold back and something like that won’t ever happen again. I hope you didn’t tell your husband. I don’t think he would appreciate you working somewhere where the guy has a crush on you. Let’s just atay friends and I’ll get over it. Just give me some time and don’t turn your back on me. That shit hurts even more. I don’t wanna loose you all together. I promise I won’t...”

“I got divorced.” you blurted out finally and his mouth fell open. “Wha-...”

“It’s been a little over a year. We got divorced but I’m still wearing the stupid ring of that bastard because I can’t loose this job. Not this too.” you said and looked away. “Please you can’t tell anyone. I’ll do anything you want I just need you to not tell anyone. Not even the b-..” You couldn’t finish your sentence because the next thing he did was cup your face with his large hands and kiss you. You were not able to kiss him back in the first seconds out of shok and tried to push him away but he was holding you in place until you gave in and kissed him beck. Your hands were resting on his chest and his wandered down to your hips. You parted when both of you were out of breath and he leaned his forehead against yours while smiling from ear to ear. You didn’t open your eyes and furrowed your brows coming back to reality. “We can’t do this.” you whispered and his smile faltered. “Why?” he said anxiously and you pushed him away gently. “Because I’ll get fired.” you said and he couldn’t answer to that. “I’ll talk to the managers...”

“No Namjoon. You don’t get it. I will get fired if we start something. It’s in the contract.” you said and stepped back. “I made a name for myself and work myself to the top here. If I loose my job because of a relationship with you, I will never find a nother job anywhere. No management will trust me anymore.”

“But we can try to...”

“Joon this is my dream. I worked so hard to get here. You’ll understand me better than anyone. I can’t loose this. I’m sorry.” you said and shook your head. This was really heartbreaking and you hated it. This could’ve been such a pure relationship, but it ended before it could start. He didn’t try to say anything but reached his hand out to take yours into his. He brushed his thumb gently over the back of your hand and amiled sadly.

“At least I won’t feel bad dreaming about you.” he said and your heart broke into a million pieces for a man who was never yours and could never be.

A/N: Part 2 anyone??? vdjdsn

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ksyescribe · 4 years

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The Boys™ Speaking A Foreign Language (HQ Edition)

Featuring: Oikawa, Osamu, & Ushijima

Warnings: Some slight manga spoilers!

A/N: This headcanon is centered around these bbs speaking Spanish but I think they can really be applied to any language! I hope you guys enjoy! Also thank you @cttnclouds for the Osamu fusion idea you’re literally an angel and i love you.

Oikawa Tōru

Why he learned:

He moved to Argentina. It’s either learn or get really got at using hand signals.

Learning Process:

Honestly? Probably tried the whole DuoLingo thing the first few weeks after he got the okay to move to Argentina. But after a while he burnt out.

He probably got up to like the introductory phrases and then fell off. Probably because he had to deal with all the logistical stuff that comes with moving.

(Someone help him cause he literally thought moving would be an easy one two three job :’) Iwa-chan help!)

The next time he remembers that he’s literally going to a new country with a new language is like a month before he moves.

He’s shopping with Iwaizumi for some new clothes and stuff when Iwaizumi just goes “So how’s your Spanish coming along?

freeze frame, his face looks like this: (∩╹□╹∩)

Anyways he really like stress buys like three different Japanese books that he then FORGETS ABOUT for the rest of the month.

He reads them on the flight to Argentina. The only things he learned were how to ask for the time and directions.

Oh boy, Argentina’s going to be fun :’)

When he uses Spanish in front of you for the first time:

Right so, the first time you see him use his sorry excuse for Spanish is at the little corner coffee shop down the street

Of course everyone’s like eyeing him cause, why is a foreigner here in the hidden gem of the city? But also he’s kinda cute what?

Anyways, you’re minding your own business until you hear the heavily accented Spanish.

And pues, we’re all little chismosos so of course you pay attention to what he’s trying to do (order a coffee but he literally cant remember what the word for sugar is dear god someone help this man)

After cringing you step up with the translator app on your phone open and obviously help him out.

He’s a little impressed because: 1. Your Spanish is so smooth and flowy it sounds like you’re reciting poetry and 2. Why didn’t he think of the translator app tf??

So you get his order shoot it back to Sandra over the counter in fast Spanish and then order your own stuff before moving off to the side to wait for your coffee.

Oikawa might be an idiot right but he’s not going to pass up the opportunity to ask you to teach him Spanish??

I mean you’re cute, you’re obviously a local from the way you were greeting everyone inside the shop, and well, you’re the only person who’s tried to help him out so far and that means a lot to him.

For some odd reason you actually agree? You still don’t know what caused you to say yes. Probably the pitiful look he had when he told you he had to move cause of work and he knew nobody else here.

How you help him with learning/bettering his Spanish:

Honestly, he bitched a lot at the beginning but forcing him to only communicate in Spanish really helped him out.

So taking him on town trips and having him tell you about what he’s seen or what he wants to do in Spanish really helped him. Also having your friends come with is really fun cause he tries to teach them some Japanese words while they translate that into Spanish.

Also being immersed in the language is a big plus.

But I think the #1 thing that really helped him was watching novelas with you.

Like he wants to understand what Gabriela is yelling to Sofia about in real time not through the subtitles. (But damn Gabriela really slept with Sofia’s fiance? Wack, that man is not worth it hun)

You know his Spanish’s getting better when you walk into a completely new bread shop that the two of you are visiting and he just goes ahead and orders in fluent Spanish.

Leaves both you and the attendant in shock. But he just comes back and asks you in Spanish too, “Lo hice bien? No me trave verdad?”

The woman literally swoons from the whole encounter. He is now a danger to any woman within five miles of the vicinity. Gets all cocky about it.

Favorite Spanish Word: Alborotar - Disturb? That’s what google says but it’s more like mess up.

Miya Osamu

Why he learned:

Honestly? This Mexican-Japanese fusion place opened up and he just wants to talk to the chef about where he gets his ingredients from because this shit tastes amazing!!

Learning Process:

Went home the first night after eating at that restaurant and bought a year subscription for Rosetta Stone.

He’s kind of regretting it because like, maybe he should’ve gone with the monthly plan? Fuck he shouldn’t have gotten ahead of himself.

He tries to do an hour of the program a day minimum. There’s some days where the hour like drags on and other days where he’s so pumped that he does more than one hour.

His max was one day where it snowed so hard that nobody could go out so he spent like 10 hours doing Rosetta Stone.

He tried going to like one of the Brazilian stores around his house to try out his Spanish with them but was sorely disappointed to learn that Brazilians do not speak Spanish.

Still got some bomb ass brigadeiros though so who’s the real winner here huh?

Actually put up a craigslist ad for a Spanish partner.

It’s up for a whopping 5 minutes before he promptly deleted the ad.

Instead!! This man signs up for one of those international pen pal services and gets matched with someone fluent in Spanish (it’s you hello).

And it turns out said person is coming to Japan soon for a year abroad?? And they have a basic Japanese foundation?

Yeah dude he lucked out.

Out of all three boys, his alone learning goes pretty well. Gets a good foundation of Spanish.

When he uses Spanish in front of you for the first time:

This one’s so cute!! He actually does it sort of by accident?

He’s made friends with everyone at the fusion restaurant including the chef because he actually managed to hold a decent conversation in Spanish.

His brain just automatically switches to Spanish when he enters the restaurant.

So when you hear him bust out into a full fluent Spanish conversation with the waiter you kind of sit there like: (・о・)

This man even orders and asks you if you want to split a bottle of wine in Spanish.

You could only nod because holy shit.

Like yes you’ve heard him speak it over the discord calls before but in person?? That’s a whole nother story.

Specially because his pronunciation is so good?? And he has the right accent? It’s so smooth like it just flows naturally from him.

And he can actually roll the r’s god damn sir

How you help him with learning/bettering his Spanish:

So he has a pretty good grasp on the language which means he doesn’t need much help with learning.

But you can help expand his knowledge. Like teaching him about how in some countries/dialects things might be said differently. (Like how there’s 17 ways to say straw. Hondurans say pajilla and that’s all I knew for a bunch of years)

He’ll also need help with learning about a lot of food names. He only knows the basic names, not any special fruits or like combination dishes so that’ll be fun.

You actually start cooking new latin recipes every Saturday so he can familiarize himself with the cuisine.

Some ingredients are hard to come by but the adventure in finding them is so worth it.

His favorite recipe so far? Making Pollo con Tajadas from Honduras. The Bandeja Paisa from Colombia is a close second.

Favorite Spanish Word: Popote: Straw (in Mexico)

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Why he learned:

His last current concern is literally “he would like to work harder at studying languages”.

Fair, makes sense.

But instead of going with a familiar language he just says fuck it time to learn the latin alphabet with Spanish.

yeah okay why not

Learning Process:

Ushijima is more of a visual learner.

Which in it’s own makes sense. He’ll probably get a book that has like those floating numbers over items and it tells him what it’s called in Spanish right?

Wrong.

You know what he does?

This man. This 24 year old man. Goes home, opens up Netflix, and puts on... wait for it... DORA.

I kid you not!! Ushijima Wakatoshi will always begin learning a new language by watching children’s shows.

You know why?

Because he read an article a while back where it said that the best way to start learning languages is by watching children’s shows due to the fact that the shows are literally tailored to teach kids the language.

See what he did there? Y’all thought he was a big dumb dumb but in reality he’s a big smart smart.

Uh, anyways.

He will sit down to watch the children’s shows with a notebook. He takes very good notes, has a Japanese translation for everything.

His show watch list: Dora la Exploradora, Plaza Sesamo, Maya Y Miguel, Go Diego Go, and Handy Manny.

The crazy thing? It actually works. He literally gets his Spanish base from these shows.

Crazier thing? HE LITERALLY PICKS UP THE CORRECT ACCENTS.

I kid you not bro, he literally somehow managed to sound like a FLUENT speaker. I-

But from there he picks up some more books and audio files to try and increase the complexity of his knowledge.

He’s the best speaker out of the three.

When he uses Spanish in front of you for the first time:

Honestly? He’s been looking for a Spanish partner for a while and he genuinely doesn’t know how to go about it.

One day though, he overhears you on the phone with your mom.

He’s seen you before. You’re one of the girls working under the main manager and you’re actually really helpful. If he remembers correctly, you’re the only co-manager that can wrap the compression sleeves just how he likes them.

Anyways, not uh, important.

He’s not one to eavesdrop but, well you’re in the equipment room and he needs to grab one thing. Just a quick in and out. He’ll even turn off his ears.

But then you start speaking like fluent Spanish? And suddenly his ears are very active.

He doesn’t harass you while you’re on your call. Instead he waits until after practice.

Then he just comes up to you and goes, “Perdóname por molestarte pero, estabas platicándo en Español anterior?”

Kind just sat there like: ◉‿◉ - (￣ー￣) - ⚈ ̫ ⚈

You can’t even speak, you’re still processing that he just spoke Spanish like a natural??? So you just nod.

He launches into a whole talk about how he’s been learning but he needs a speaking partner so that he can get better.

At some point during his whole speech you sit down because your brain IS NOT CATCHING UP.

In the end you agree to become his partner. He’s paying you in food how the hell can you say no?

How you help him with learning/bettering his Spanish:

Like I said before, he’s already good.

You mostly help broaden his knowledge about the culture from Spanish countries and their cultures. A lot of it is through food and the small glimpses of hispanic life from Japan.

Can’t really teach the customs and traditional stuff unless it’s in person.

You’re actually getting ready to go back home for your once a year family reunion when suddenly this man invites himself to your trip?????

I mean, it’s not a bad idea in the first place but then he offered to pay for your trip and well...

You’re kind of broke and he’s rich so it works alright?

God but going back home? Ultra boosts his spanish.

Not sure if it’s the atmosphere, your family, or just the fact that the country is now in a whole nother language, but this man just adapts.

It’s really uncanny.

While he’s here, your family teaches him a lot of Spanish idioms and phrases that don’t translate over well and he starts incorporating them into his every day usage.

Someone on the team got hurt and he literally walked over and rubbed their wrist and went “ Sana, sana, colita de rana. Si no sanas hoy, sanarás mañana.”

When you leave his apartment? “Te veo Mateo”

But he also gets to see how unique and beautiful the culture in your country is.

His favorite part of the trip? Probably your family’s land that’s just surrounded by nature.

He also really liked the traditional shops that the old ladies from the village ran. (They also liked him and pinched his cheeks and called him a big strong boy so maybe that has something to do with it.)

His favorite Spanish word: Topogigio (to-po-i-yo): In Honduras, frozen ice cream (? not really but don’t know how else to describe) that is typically sold in a small bag. Flavors: Fruit juice or traditional ice cream flavors.

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blueeyedheizer · 3 years

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All Over Again - Matt (part 4 - the end)

WARNINGS: amnesia, implied sex, super soft overall <3

A/N: it's finally here, the last part to this short story!! I really like this part although I had a bit of a hard time finishing it. It's a bit cliché but i'm happy with it. Also, thank you so much to everyone who still reads my Matt fics, I appreciate you guys so much <3 (PS: I know the transition from part 3 to part 4 is really sudden...I hope the timejump isn't too disappointing) Anyway, enough talking. Enjoy xx

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After two months, you are finally released from the hospital.

You weren't surprised to find out that you shared an apartment with Matt, and at this point you didn't mind at all. You felt comfortable around him and despite not remembering your old life with him, you were starting to feel strongly for him. He had been there for you since day one, he never gave up on you even though you still couldn't remember anything about him. You never thought it was possible for someone to ever love you this way but there he was, doing absolutely everything in his power to help you get through this, even when he knew things might never be the same again.

Matt opened the door and you walked in closely behind him, taking a look at your surroundings. The house was quite messy, but you couldn't blame him. His mind had been all over the place these past weeks and he had spent most of his time with you. Tidying around was really not his prioritiy.

Everything around you looked familiar. Somehow, you still remembered where most things were situated, and you had no trouble in finding each room, including yours and Matt's shared bedroom. And yet you had no real memory attached to it. You couldn't associate anything with it. You knew it was there, but the room itself was just like the rest; a blur.

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Your first week home was mostly focused on resting. You were dying to go out and do something other than sit on a couch and watch TV but the doctor had said it would be better if you spent a few days home to let your bruises heal properly before envisaging going back to your normal everyday life. Matt was just as supporting as he was before, cancelling his plans to stay with you, hoping that you would remember something, just a fragment of your old life with him. But that was a long process, and even though you two were basically back to being a couple it was different. You loved him, but it was different. You loved the boy who visited you everyday at the hospital, not the boy that you had met at a gig almost a year ago now.

In order to train your brain, the doctor had recommended to regularly go through familiar things such as photos, videos and possessions. Considering the fact that you and Matt had a common passion for music and cinema, you decided to focus on this.

You were cuddled up against him, a blanket covering the both of you as the end credits of your favorite movie rolled on the screen.

"Why didn't you tell me he was going to die?" you sniffled, wiping a tear from your cheek while chuckling.

"Didn't want to ruin the experience"

"Well that would've spared me a heartbreak." you pouted. Matt chuckled, pressed a kiss to your forehead then stood to turn off the TV before settling back next to you, allowing you to cuddle up against him. A comfortable silence fell upon you both as he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand every so often and running his thumb over your skin.

A few more minutes passed by and you glanced at the clock, sighing softly.

"I should probably get some sleep." you announced. Matt kissed the top of your head and you reluctantly pulled away from the warmth of his body.

"I still need to work on some things, I'll join you later."

"Alright."

"Good night, love"

"Good night." you smiled and pecked his cheek before making your way to your shared bedroom. You quickly changed into your night clothes and brushed your teeth before slipping under the covers.

You tried to close your eyes but your mind was racing with thoughts about everything and nothing. You just kept moving around on the bed, changing your position every two minutes, unable to find your usual comfort. You sighed heavily and rolled onto your back, hands crossed over your chest. However a small smile tugged on your lips when you heard the quiet sound of Matt's guitar as he worked on his song. It probably would have lulled you to sleep if your brain cooperated with your desire to sleep.

You spent another fifteen minutes or so just laying wide awake on your bed, waiting for sleep to eventually come. A few more minutes go by and you hear footsteps approaching before seeing the door open, Matt walking in seconds later.

"You're still awake?" he asked and you hummed in response.

"I can't sleep."

"I'm sorry, was it the guitar? I tried to be as quiet as I could—"

"No, it wasn't the guitar. I actually enjoyed it." you chuckled. "It's just me. I have a lot on my mind."

Matt stripped down to his underwear, put on a random shirt then slipped under the sheets, taking his spot next to you. He propped himself up on his arm so he could look at you.

"What's on your mind, love?" he wondered. You shrugged, looking down at your hand as your fingers drew small patterns on the sheets. Your face dropped a little bit.

"Everything." Matt brushed a strand of hair off your face as you spoke, tucking it behind your ear.

"Tell me everything then."

You stayed silent for a moment, knowing that the conversation you were about to start wasn't something easy to talk about on both sides. A few more seconds go by and you finally ask the question you were dying to know the answer of.

"Matt...— what were we arguing about?"

You didn’t miss the way his entire body froze at your words. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, detaching his gaze from yours. Then he shifted and sat back against the headboard of the bed, causing you to sit up as well.

With a heavy heart, he began to explain what happened. How it all started, how he snapped at you when you were just being rightfully worried about not having any news of him over two hours after he was supposed to be home. He was hardly holding back tears by the end of his explanation, and so were you. You couldn't help but feel a sting in your heart at the thought of him raising his voice at you.

"I'm not mad at you." you assured him in a small voice, seeing guilt written all over his face.

"You would be if you remembered. I almost got you killed."

"Don't say that."

"But it's the truth Y/N! If I had just kept my mouth shut and dealt with my anger alone then nothing of this would've happened. You wouldn't have had this accident and you wouldn't have lost your memory. I did this to you."

"And I could've just locked myself in our room instead of going for a drive in the middle of the night." you argued. "You're not responsible for any of this, Matt."

He didn't say anything after that, he just kept his head lowered and shook his head. You could see tears begin to fall down his cheeks. Pulling yourself closer to him, you placed your hand on his face, wanting him to look at you.

"Matt." when he still refused to look at you, you climbed over him so you could straddle his lap. "Matt, look at me." your hand came underneath his chin and brought his face up to meet your eyes. You moved your hand to cup his cheek, gently wiping away some tears while one escaped the corner of your eye. "This is not your fault." you whispered, leaning in to press your forehead against his, your hands moving to the back of his neck and gently scratching. "Okay? This is not your fault."

You stayed like this for a moment then you kissed him, pouring all your emotions into the kiss. Your hands found their way to his head, threading your fingers through his hair as your whimpered softly, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, both your breathing gradually growing heavier.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he murmured against your lips after pulling away, understanding your intentions. Your thumb brushed softly over his bottom lip as you nodded, still slightly panting for air.

"Have we ever...?" you said and he nodded. You answered with a barely audible 'okay' before pressing your lips back against his. But this time he didn't kiss back.

"Y/N..."

"Do you not want to do it?" you asked as you pulled away, sounding disappointed.

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I- I don't know, shouldn't we wait until you get your memory back? Are you actually ready for this?" he spoke hesitantly, and your face softened at his words.

"I don't want to wait for something that might not happen anytime soon." you said softly, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. "And yes, I am ready."

He looked down sadly, his thumbs stroking your hips gently. Your forehead was resting against his as another tear rolled down your cheek.

"I love you..." you murmured, trying to fight back more of them. "Please don't give up on me now." that seemed to have startled him as he looked up at you almost immediately before cradling your head between his hands.

"I won't. I promise."

You nodded and closed the space between you, your lips meeting in a soft, passionate kiss. Your heartbeat was accelerating in your chest since this was new for you. It wasn't for the old version of yourself, but the new one had never been in such an intimate situation with him. You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, discarding it to the side. You did the the same with yours before cupping his cheeks and kissing him again.

His lips eventually started moving down to your neck, pressing a trail of kisses there as you leaned your head back, giving him more access. His hands started roaming over your lower back and you shyly began to grind your hips, moaning softly.

---

"I love you too, you know." Matt said as you both laid on the bed, your head resting against his chest as his hand moved up and down your back soothingly. The silence of the room only highlighted how loud you had been moments before.

"I know." you smiled. Your hand travelled across his torso, absentmindedly caressing and drawing small patterns on his skin.

Tilting your head up a bit, you laid your eyes on a small framed picture of the two of you that was on his bedside table, one you hadn't seen yet. It looked quite recent. You propped yourself on your arm and reached for the picture, looking at it closely.

"That was the day I came back from London."

You turned to Matt, a genuine smile curving your lips.

"You've been to London?"

"Yeah." he smiled, his thumb caressing your shoulder. "One of our biggest gigs. 450 people, more or less. I'm not sure if they appreciated the music, but they were here." you both shared a quiet laugh and you shook your head, looking down at him before leaning in to kiss him softly.

"I'm sure they did."

You placed the picture back on the table and cuddled back against his chest, sighing in content. You quickly felt your body relax fully against his own, your breathing becoming even, steady, slow. With his fingers running through your hair soothingly you finally allowed sleep to take over, staying snuggled tightly against him.

---

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee. Rolling onto your back, you stretched your arms and smiled at the thought of last night's events, remembering how caring Matt had been the entire time.

You eventually rolled out of bed and got dressed, pulling on a shirt of his along with your jeans.

Then you decided to rummage a bit through your stuff to train your brain like you had been told to do. You started with the books that were on the shelves; you let your fingers run along their spines, reading their names. Then you looked through Matt's records before picking one and placing it on to play. The Sun Always Shines On T.V. began playing and you smiled when the chorus came on, the lyrics easily coming back to your mind.

You continued your exploration around the room and opened up a jewelry box, taking out a small star shaped earring. Your lips pressed into a thin line and you frowned as you searched your mind, feeling a déjà vu.

And that's when it happened.

***

"Is that...is that an earring ?"

"Huh?"

You smiled and cupped his cheek, tilting his head to the side to take a proper look at the small moon shaped jewel. Then you tilted his head to the other side, noticing another one with a different shape; a small golden star.

"I like the moon one better." you smirked, leaning in to peck his lips.

***

"Matt..." you breathed out. Your eyes widened and you called him louder this time, breathing and heartbeat accelerating as you started crying.

After two more almost desperate, sobbed out calls of his name, Matt came running into the room, a terrified look on his face.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he rushed to your side and cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were already puffy and red and your breathing was ragged as you cried, hot tears soaking your cheeks, heavy hiccups leaving the back of your throat. You didn't answer, instead you grabbed his face and crashed your lips against his, kissing him as deeply as you could.

Matt immediately understood what was going on and kissed back, his own eyes watering up quickly. You eventually had to pull away for air, your current state making it hard for you to breathe. You rested your forehead against his and played with his earring, unable to say anything.

You eventually let out a small laugh through your tears, smiling softly as you looked into his teary eyes. Then you kissed him again, pouring out all your love and gratitude into it as you held onto him, wanting this moment to last forever.

"I remember."

#blueeyeddean #matt

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