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libidomechanica · 7 months

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Soul has gone at the pillar; we still kissing

A sonnet sequence

Sea-born god; “Follow, and fell a progressed. But sae wyling. I will to rove! Weighs not in that a thin-pervading into a boon of it her Maker prayses sings a great Sirs give me every love. She give Perenna’s lip a kiss that sicke, but strawberries. Now sing, ne any world at last; whose lips daignd to steadies upon a weed-covered tracks. Now thine threw; I cast; and, the winds may sustain immortal fruitless strong confused noyce, as been and crocuses, and love. Past human accursed Circe. Where was control; yet so warmly ran my breath was fiery lineament at all keep embrac’d.

The heart; for I’m as from ill report, as sudden like a tedious in its birth is forenoons and kindly earth, we soar above the creature escapes, maud with many ornaments, descried high Muses! To me on the weel-stocks incurl’d of ours is but a compassion of filthy by-lane ring not if you and north, I rise and boys! Not owing around Endymion; she went round and heaven’s gates vnto those faire Nimphs layd down upon a screen, above and was stern as Pluto’s brow chariot waits forepast; enough the rose their love call, or ambers, and in malice should blusht: from the rest.

Singing with his throb, Eliza, is the spared to stockade or taffeta, which the dark, no shape of lillyes and prove to life: but what if not I? So let me slender walk away like thou dost pitched mansion lies; and I’ll procured to be; am an attended; for it is yet thickest miserable now; and of stray amang that each simple. And should hindred spring from thee with her throned serpents came to me hath charm o’ the liar, ah God, as wise and o’er her vengeance overwhelms us all silver. All sudden lightning-sky, bare on the edifice I know thou goest safe, supreme!

And unawakening to hold betwixt mine own: for dainty toying. Charming street, and left me from us and cape. I fell a prophet in his eyes close—at last, I fear—it seems, a hope to take off through each of burning hut on cloudy film surrounding vow. The houses gay, lambs frisk and paine, O ’tis sweeten’d soule by cups, but bloom of your first a little penance, the mounts Amyntas—oh! And e’en when in ranges of gracious monarch dies, so fayre, and burnt round my loue, thought, love, desire the yellow fog that all my joy mellifluous sorrowfull come away the utmost quiets sake.

May nothing hand, and flap those is strong, ambitious flowing and legs swollen purpled vests, and all bail shall we have heaven had killed wife; I sue not know me, till protect me. Then Love be lost my wealth, thy fair eyes like fritillaries the degree, the sage redacted, thou’lt see thee; thou canst not Corydon no rival now! Sad eies I too creeps warmth, of drinking about he was thy flight, time ere loue why doe sing, the fairest fit I plung’d for the basest jewels, her shall men, puzzled by this throned queen o’ woman next was the little stars are hard, none down to strange it within its lonely Hell.

Just not it, there in October, the through this cumbrous load. Come to a mother, longer cold gave me no more! Demands, laying men take the street, rubbing question’d to come: so the Herald came, the swans more—swells to me, nor an empire-sure, ascending. Alone like poppies, and Fate will not wait henceforth the down, till public as the tail’s end then a simple song i’ve been! Like a sweet love, thyrsis and he was prevent, she had swerved; and some into an overlooked at every white hair is growing. To which prison doubt, an earth wits, and body that the sang with that thou wilt be displayment.

Love makes it would hindred lips as red. And the prophet to thy beauteous, but do not contemplate betweene something is here! Upon the come into that walkes above thee of habit; and, full-blown, in mine, lass, in the one moment play about the reside a movie screen, nor Mars his right is comrade walked I will keep it all fair; she was any stone in a voices of iron— when like middle lintwhite’s nest upon the even that darkness bears logs into the richest in: o Moon! The day, it eats the sea places, breake gentle mate, some with a bankrout know what way, all marrow.

The will did improved; he look’d about her sing, to what I’d lost huge sea-stockit farms wi’ the Monarch. The streets, after the moor; she is inseparate Hell, and loud the dusky strange, are other charity: but thereupon twould have neither Breeze went forward every eye. Because it is no more the silent men who shouting strong, the Mauis destiny, other it have died. Let no defend, and she than the sun! Until their scaffold of such odourd sheet he country he is fled is here she died in a day that euen the silent and grieve me; for white! Stranger—seeming no causes or war?

No less as he lifted up the serious merit may he said the peek or pine, beeing groan, which waves; say truth or comes not afraid of impossibilities him whence to outstretch from the eie of her immortals finding garden-walks by night’s sharp knuckles— the same Fountains of every of her glad of more if each pressure problem with it. Who is the loved of my sorrow to each she ever gave that Titans subtile Serpents trim. Was seene there round. Loud they will sing, that will in come as ancient Nox;— then snatched his way might portal, entered scheme as a constantly I boughs, who have here?

But, ah, few! Is that fellow, and Arras couert night and hold the vitriol madness reigns love my hand—had grasp; none reprobate with amorous to bring from then pray became Christ! I’ll come again. I to my fate thy broad lucent Arno-vale for thee hath her gay girl with favour of unfamiliar men to-night. Made of brutes, the place. And yet the resort. As his stole throne in their restless Jeanie’s head and if you drest it not tell the bell, and of rose nor this old man race, nor night, not for thus he cleare; he never stop loving you this cold leaps like a weapon, like wax it yielded! In the auspices ouerthrow, now the very part to tell the down rolls they one change each passeth all the scene or thy soul in pain, wee have. Have little hill become pleased you I could be here! ’St it shook my eyes dart scrutinizing Boreas,— and weaves by the bars lest Chloris’ bonie whitely sit playing.

Make me whole mother wheeled in the turmoils the same around of pearl. Then sight or the scars of the Earth, even in reach wounding seal close with Lillies anyway—from his line bore a purple fritillaries scarcely say shore. Man eats the wind, an eastern wolf betray him night well and make all blisses be made those ruddie gemmes or fruit? The Mill have liv’d still fill the night as oft as sooner the guerdon of the innermost alone. Too quiets sake. Of wife about your bodies at the cold and prove that lonely death: yea having darkness, dreaming to these their fire shall I search the universe?

Went at once possessed, but Colin’s eye! And the desp’rate from silver spume against someone as doth stay to honor the already familiarly. A marble steps and air-like, leaving lips, which can overlooked with mist engarlanding on the vext garden! Like an upturn’d gem, appeared in these rare endowments other euill speak when the count my heart’s bloomed in their root or stained with honour dearest love, and we are strange, so diuine ravish’d, more fullness. The men cannot turn back upon the wintry worldlings, and search they sang, or I a boy am, who walk away by Wordsworth’s tomb. With so plead for miles, to master are holding thence my name, or naething to life: but with shew beyond such as every stones. And all the ghastly pit longs to love’s love is ask’d the finger: but name, yet, as welcome the savage eyes, as one who do loves his hapless Earth so heavenly hill, and all, this day.

Sin of straws them all—the early housefyres, nor our limits. And ne’er I would show’rs wet throughout the grass tips wave, because your deare Sonne better the must I haven’t born of year, its quiet in the Cause of Honour mom did not burn the whiter blow. Who is then a hymn. She looking of the azure mirth is justly youth; one huge treason see to sooth’d as now, with moon-white with a girl, who trembling seems to lay. So had gone, I though for it is but to-day. Let simple seed the belly full, poure out your eccho ring. But when a hymn. As you no fear? Fixed becoming grapes to spy: for white!

—They are full of twelve swerved; and injuries their way to sing: the kitchen the window, Sweet! I know till night at noonday. In gradual visions where pools where eternall hand, like one who do love to leavest hew, attended scythe towne, and astonishment is uppermost, I shapes unseen leaves less formed by the quality of this I never seen. Mine, lass; and had not chuse but also may cloy when my paine to pray; who with Love, like an orb, as the worse that shame the unnameable nameable nameable nameable nameable for no moan, I care sweats, nor drop of warm her not unkind.

We are street, and flap those pleas’d with nimble feet them twa. Ne let the sky. The mounts Amyntas—oh! Since we’re all that your eccho ring. She vanished, we faint and birds tuneful as a beast wide this masterfull Cupid, and, they comfortable sense I bow’d our store: aye, hadst place was sung soul may she enough the drew: he wrung his spirit man not the one voyce. With not only the sung; sung, and oath and here is to them riding up in the place sitting. Soft flesh by thee. Which hurried out my hart. With downcast heard, thy streaming—and how gone as mere as my Affection passed and smiled, and one to the place.

While I am not the nerves of my lovely ones. And they raven’d quick hand, not be vain, O vain, O vain; imagination, and took her ail might peeps from the God’s sweet boy; but these days together, line the heart with conquering, her sought my heart loup lighter weare, was sinking in war on him!—A merry larks are likewise your tongue was ever— Then a dreamful waves awake in its skin. In Beauty of the pit, and still ye to her silvery swerv’d, had it answer and round me wheel in her body restore of trees feel palpitation mixed, proclaim, How then, behold as airy fellowship.

Upon the very fears in two. It is it doth live forever. The sun-lit fields, and the endgame on his middle of cowslips through the Sufí; a Road whose can bear; so make me where I, methough now all the pinions be, as if thou thy sidewalks in California and Land, yet mortar already we’re stands not if you gone, I couldn’t sleeping, garden walkes about, and spared unto you. In the golden palace door. Or do you wrong and lost huge self-substantial awe we watch’d and grace is took, and made for our eyes to unknown, and endued with his cheek a mother roof by fishes take.

—Diamond gleaming, and leap from hiding-place. Make the elms, as diligently perspecting a hungry hugeness, from Heaven entirely because with Hoof and the kind of all thee vantage me. What neuer sleeping soul sublime? Young, weeks in beauty is enough chilling in hir hands; oh night, though the opening to Conclusion been, and bare! So how should I, after all, after looked upon a scaffold here, deare. Stay while Twilight; for in yonder at so short lived unknown tonight? And entered praise. I cry witch. I shall folkes present deep the mounting for the soft misnomers, so digress?

With many gazers might essence to him; whom I love the fountain ram that all to the Sunne-born god; Follow, and his Rein to Mire. Go, happy question or moon in all effect our Sex betrayed, and in smirking poure out someone’s heart to my own face and against thine of yours, but didn’t. When I did but could given to over-rule us all are but angell shrill along, all she prayers. He lay at birth on the thing old, thou did na Jeanie’s heart loup light. Or gemmes impart, while expect the ledger lightning, the daffodil, I know where are ever wand. One friendship’s holiday!

These rosy lips that was altogether. Made rival with me for a look, even as it cannot, souls are a blink I hae lo’es me on higher. Yet had lost.—Thus fixedly as a conquer noticed you see more the angry witch, with their cheek the princess— why nothing and out of the dome pomp, reflection. One shadowing tide homeward the Heaven, dost bewail his tender the bright, thou should be heart. Be she rough disdaine; now with eternal book; and this joined clenched fists. The nails; we rubbed the maid that soft shee tasted, held our cells, the nether this loath’d her whom the leaned this tears; there shalt thou guessed.

Dream aboue, and image, till the desp’rate game that must not weeps both, On gold with eager maternal break at last, that face, the pieces small leave no more if each other actual flames? Bids me with the sought, and far descends, to humble, but Ostentation to be alone tower of thee and tears: while thy mammie’s wark, and as I had a mother euill speak and returning I’ll leave this mad spleen, but thou hast decree! So it contains did not great cost, and my steeled squares, bring your iron pole, hard as Newcastle, his eyes, waits for his mates; shape me? Run this, and binds one whose sacred Phoebus, father!

Then what range mattock-harden’d hand, they drivers love came the marmalade, that fatal worke I proue, some prison-yard, is as I was ’ware, so sweet your lovely Moon! And honey seemes a virtue and fill’d his dying face; where forming and gentle care bedded inward flowery glass; he does not Joy, but not whence she known too.—Thus while thy face, made no stare. Such pain that wait awhile upon my knee to-night, and the raised dripping understand as I must be harme did not spilt. How chearefull face, her since, no odor but burnt round the basement not for my slain my armes I then dilated praise.

His tears can heal: and at once is; yet once declining beneath the atmosphere. Now what water even they Hymen, Hymen io Hymen, Hymen the hole—The cashier already paid our anguish, and see at last! Where was golden skies. There is not rest the Law that endure to gaze alone, once seen of military dove, nor our lit harvest of blood-red hear little, perhaps to Mars not for still left her secure forming the hollow and some few words she sits at his joined clenched the nerves the little cast the woods with blest with a hole in it I brought it boldly—or Thou hast decree!

The hands them, but she fat lizard and humble reuerence flee; for the multitude returns: it cannot be let thy picture in from the parson’s ware or his hands the pure snow, rain, color of huge treason which waves pouring feet the black memory tone of one from its simple as that on the nails are loving up, and chastities all cold bleak air. My life to comfort from work of me you love waur than she; each rose with favour offering coat, my ownest own, thou were. Down, down her materials and boundless of missing them all: have forever; by and fan her burden’d hand, through some Ladies that now it came loved, there: so we—the forbids; with their merry Musick the heart burnt up? Better the world, to find a bony saw, and swear how his middle of loue is fate proclaimed the world across them over and float my fear’d to flee into the secret darker hue, both of wedlock to you.

The go-cart. So highly place. Which, erring thee virtues passport which made to be alone such vnsuted spot man those olden through all were seen; when shelving it abroad, and waters did improved; he love the mild as she. And so she suffers not constant chastens me: now day is past, disabled as in crushing receive myself, that your temple full of Life, his glories out of wild with the bough! And in mine, lass, in clouds fainting clay, christal spreads, wax less of every where Cupid, empire sterved from the lowly chilling souls: I hear the arch through its tongue of my wing to contains resist?

How channels of cowslips to me like a kiss?—This wretch for me reserv’d. In hope drops from her silent sea, war piled once, and that she was so fair. To tell then what Love is a dole, so diuine ravish’d by thee, the Phrygian king, she can see, and a bonie Sandy O, my Sandy O; tho’ the bitten times a year heart, while those rich and sea-country yields, that fell a-weeping souls are ever darting home, my waking, silver voice, and home intent; moving, the slender love the rest to that’s all. The grapes, only I’ll promise it was at my fill; but mine’s the stark, with a corners of theyr eccho ring.

He crie, are Life’s mysterious revelry,— and the first did shines to plants as of Caiaphas. Are ye too solemn close—they look on the stroke of the garden is adorne: who, distracted with its back to speedy ease all the great that all the first plight against thy wrist, the red flows, and generous, just observed from the creeks we will play, though I cannot feel a drouth, and again at four days. My only chance was happy crownd, why blush seep that ye forgotten except only freedom! As when hey, for rays of all over me for dainty of ours is as goodly well; she was the universe?

But where thyself to meet the atmosphere. Peace sing, ne any window I with me for pity’s machine. That Satyr he but our surface but every blot of heaven’s head, the bay, now the Fyfield of this sicke, but now, and the night that restoring climb’d on the down his store; laid pause, doe not glad, the nymph arose dark squares feel? Trim hamlets; here she lean, be she loved, and, having courts of their glorious magian field, each other in lighter of cride our health! Yet thou’lt hae me forbids; yet soft ear to tame, the sea-girls wreathes of delicious gums are like uproar past in bountiful army.

And leviathan, and thy benediction as well who dare light is coming town there, and come through each accustomed like. Our be; but you who had not want to see your love, renew the victim for more blessed Lady that of my sorrow drown. The palace, or thee on a joyless my heart that were living over it a significant minutes more for my phalanx on this one side by side against my shepherds lost his weapons lay, that heard her cool, which we dwels sweet both in the tomb bestrew these words made of bridal white, petals findings of sweet house yet Men will see numbering leave none!

Sometimes fall so well took fire scorching head, each hellish spite of the words flew from the sigh for a burial Office ready at the sky like there. Redeeming real, a gallant fight and for your cruelties. I kiss a man should rise in some will he left behind him in your face and now it contented thy youth, and I. But I knew that thou shalt heard me where thou smiles, and each complete. Although now vnthought her as he clear; and dark abysses flush vp in her prayers, but I would conjecturing shapes as if I couldst move, or be the hideous prison that silly you disdaining safely.

Pillows obeying rails. Wist na what sickening town; at the Carian she. In generall tell no more bloomed like Orpheus did not resigned to see part of love-spangles, leaving they be not for his heaven’s gate. And confers will; thou hadst thou thy son that I might each simple seed that had seen mine earthly dunghill is right, securely in the flowers alarm, and meticulous; full the broken urn, hold sphere. Do I dare and I feel like taper- flame; want and said, flying: and, like bell! Let Honor and stand as ye her whom a watch him weary careless, from the eye: they look for my life like him spreads, silk or takes in God’s eternally evermore to-day. The inner cost,—this way? Without all forgotten stone. Let thy Purpose set to her Deare, when the truth of mud and learned Booke where thou wast with there: for we die I cry with the Burial fee, and against the woods they so fast.

As you are her whom those holy place were in one’s own image from the fling thy prayers. False treachery of herself unknown; through thou could be spread as breeze went to his quiet fields, above, varied with convuls’d clenches wake up and gied to thee O fayre Alcmena lay, then when strayt, the inward swelling but this wings seem alive as before me; whither body married on; sigh’d! That Sickenesse doe ye still so fowle a fabric crystal-smooth-moving you, and took that I will the earth, and with freshening ouer my foot that darker hue, crown a streaking the silent night, was it yesterday?

Let’s content that my wandering spar, just off, dear chained was, to honors seate have squeeze likewise might is cold blow, when a lucid depths of wemens labour and the future man: the Sea-God’s eternally alone. I never pour’d from memory, I would but dreams the word ought the stars kept not entirely must go, to marry leaves her heavenly hill. What would the liar, ah God, think on’t, O Latmian! The people breach where the suddenly see his full oft, when spring-days, with a lover in her fame shouldered if east of ashes. This sufficient, she music lest it to me a curse.

Stands now past and ploughmen’s eye! They stopt his reflection; and, and so effortlessly—but what she sayes she build its newness and wore me thrice more to a fearful fold embrac’d. Which cruel. I know the roots, accessible what watery vast; his market using fact! Faire Sun, shed his with his chains o’ love, renew’d; while Death, and like a children are hence. Then if I fled before that had seen where the Lord Christ call the waters and look over each more the deere longer wretched upon it, at any he; sma’ siller will say thy great expanse and compose her ringlets, and warn’d before a tree, though I wandering thence and circle-glory! Till not trout name I will we quaff until you the teacups, after rapine bent, cuckoo! The chants of blown back dismay’d, upon some starry hear heart;—as I ought rheum to kill. A glimpse at her with such easier to gentle dream about his last thy health!

The passion grew the aft had heard, I know not for a little half raughts; ne let him be she forbids to see that I mean. Dog howling, to whirls around—But why hast all in dark abyss! There all for his she seem’d so sweet spring it back his bleeding on the same slender love of commonplace his furrow’d deep into thee dear this sword nor son of suckling light, and like her this a surpris’d starre. To teach has got the wand again, and curst this moment gains upon the winds blown self-applaud and in delights, but even there held his gold themselves have fair one? The penitent scent is on the bell!

For they with first and dares one stalked among the works of my dear friends—they unclasp’d—I caught, curled on point of hell!—Death, but now I look’d—’twas too young monarch of man, and wept— and whyles the world. Like poison brought is no more moderate: sometimes fall, or proud humility. How long exercise her mercy, Goddess being bright do burne, that would be young man, is turn’d his will; thou dost reviewest that little woods may answer and your lips, which yet join not what is the lifted time leers be, or will wandering crew; tis hardly Death may she did not swerve from the shriek, love found no more soul is still.

The art of heaven’s bone; count there drowne, in wise beyond the hen- dove shall be time I hear aye birds flow, and he of Gold! Sweet rose in fog, in all be dead in extremes of those courses; scaring as I’ll tell, they hated banquet of all of late, with Lillies the room when men these lines which it come down upon the eyes to good, in motion; now tis undiscended but straws the root, and my own face I seek it then, on every accent: Potent goddess of every grief that nights for there the midway from whom daily to the others to a feast, which he to see that shine to peer here works in, like Horse’s, and time. He sat, she loving Lord, and leave a break at last so durable old, and made no stay. The shadowed bars yet each ear: do you fair garden-trees, when, on a children, at morn, some fierce, shower, was in the boate for this Saynt with rage possessed, and all his knowledge is circle-glory!

For a hundred spring at the bell, as in this Paphian army of a silver. Thee in a twist, her fair or will not the mighty spels, nor damned grotesque, and hang from world god’s dread for very moment into them all—arms the quire: sing you and no end, a substance. Thy living Death in what is in the subtill those ever came to heal a common that straitened marshalling in the things lived wither’d lie; peace may hold it had I began to boom a sound of the distant spell. The robin come away, ere through life’s mystery of love. The shades, and this, give salutation can be wise.

When your dolefull heat enfranchises look’d up the night a vent to the eternal carnation wait at resource for mercy were all the worldly strife, three leather by deeds divine by nightly bald brought before the king its way in a drunk in her vsury of love’s lap, a true love, that I am, and elm have been known too. Go in an error, a temple, shown me holy boon southern seas? Born every soldier, wishes take. Thou in debate, as briefly did refrain came quick, we saw of passion star- light the daines where turns had all bliss for their own: thy seruants sing the digits, and tea.

Rather Dunne, and the palaces of thee. Dwelling sudden like a Pen to utter secret Houses—and, Behold, through my tears; and in a league; and at the world uplifts him weary. Grace, the Rosy Morne longer we. One stalk bows beneath to know the abysm- birth to knows us. And, a kind sea- mew’s plaints forepast; for that will make her gay girl with a single heap of burning I stood upon a pair of night, garnisht lyke Saphyres shining best of their uniforms or sad afray: lyke as welcome nights to some well. Up here these tunefu’ power is coming and bent. Grew afraid.

He never shoulder to burn and where she coming but yet foremost thou hadst the windy sigh: the melts intricate and thence fondly laboured mind is e’en o’ loveliest lie on the paper’s life, too sore, that euer it grows stormy gulf or aerie, mountains did in my love you. Into the price.—Then then in this market in case merciless. Bodies anyway, sweet loue, in happy reign of cord and faded feathers within her, tongue than the sound the rushing spouts up in the ethered angels’ lays; for, praise. Come down heart, and now many a tingle music lest Chloris is the alleys shine of you. Gods holy; doe ye still voice doth point out the moor and something is love? Lest and draw, to take what I mean take it lives, in my hand—had grasp’d hill-side—and thus said, you—tell us when he will come of trumpet hear their scaffold here; I know of you as Ra knew was prevented prayers.

It was at my fair behind me, the turmoil of me: and your ends: and go and the Dorian pipe, the Tree! I on my fresh foliage, roots, bark, we are soldier will refused through my tears, will not defence from the gods he knew waitress, and the girl or fairest blow; and is e’en woe that heard on thy voices dying flesh, from whom my transmit a scene. And tooth is shun the winter childish escapes, only a war on the wine upon the garden, to her weel again, were thou guess the pale page wonders at her what hundred little feud ’twixt cape of the Egean seen, a page redacted, your both her tenor turn and we knew thy fragile like I love thatch see blossoms camouflage for my boat with the first, my collar mountain-rivers, which keeps they are coming spires, she could not despair, and crown of all posterity, which, their own: thy selfe did not things seem to love were increas’d, the mourned.

When hey, for a hundred vision. None can claim to grace, the earth, smiles: but spoke a word. Come, reap thy rich with eager swirl gain’d its seek for rays of sweet breath; this youth and love thee; and murder and play thy selfe a banner, the rose! It kisses you who had hearts, it is over again unclenched fists. In the way to say: How his hands, and blows, and Fate proclaim, till the more; I am so opprest, where streams of midnight drink-offerings of all his burning. But still she have made me, with the pitying me to see: and that he, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Look off, said that purchast all ready forth, too—filled the strength’s abundance upon the grass! And soul, we must have consequence and o’re, and early object feare, but in day to thee in sorrowful offerings, and struck me, too, I fill the color of his course to Venus frown: as diligently the deed with soules, their eccho ring.

Shepherds sang to Adam can come True. Petal start frosted tears, and many stone on him, and pleasures: now day in spring, a constant love you, a millionaire: so while sheaves of love to shrill aloud in human voices ouerthrow, now the coward me when May is past, pay to sing tear: the bag of deep in that waters! On them and we knelt before than his care: we knows why we are’ who made us rich, can makes and pillours deck with a red gold vase emboss’d with a pious tear hath led me—it sank. Muse, do this louely band, and I have to lead thine aloof;—and some in pitched with lips as red.

But let this a dozen in shirt-sleeve, The lang as the wife, could faine doth her treason did discretion lie; she was this sweet lips all wear his for the mate, at all, this is the strong infections doe deliver’d friendly breast, when first was to the black, bracelet made him too; for I see is time of the youth, by the quality of ours is an act that her as he spared, the triumph of our ioyous Anthea! And time. Pleasures on the waves and kye, and on grain as much thou invite me for myself and ripe-ear’d and very means of a millstone, doest safe, supreme. Its deep breath of the sea. And my bliss.

” But, ah, Desire my Eyes there; that well? Shepherds sang to wanderedst with stay him in two. With Lillies anyway, sweet; he smile or dead as he found his shameful darkness, of youthful vows, we are a pallaces may your tiny swell, teaching Sleepe with his liuery weare, was a’ beset with anemonies in order pledges left human, an agony to pass with honour, wealth, and bone away, ere from its tread: but, wo is me, with crooked his wand again! Senior Discount, the name. Of loneliness well to flute his poor. And I, how near me, which, but you in these shadows them out: whose?

My sports were real rain, from the world of that famine were begot these, ye must have ebbs of pardon me, and this is cruel, cruel enchantress! His airy flute kept not in the them round the shame shock that theyr eccho ring. Our Mother’s nae wantonness; some sidled upon thy twinklings of our light banking on some then begin again that God’s larger to relieve That all the point out I ran a sweet, so calm, and deep, where will so well is pitiless, feeble, gave it time, lest high turrets for thee lived withers we say things, and weary all those Lockes display: she, so deep deceit, a gilded masks?

Are humbled down marble floor, and in drain’d. Ask not to dare disturb her paps lyke to mourning chips the garden, flow. Now will be myrtle body could not love doth sheep. That thou be a gaine, with while another home. So, either hand, not Number, makes you and calm, yet I love is the worth of high build is give: to me heart. Stretch looks adorne youth, and alone to murder works in, like the swans that they be nothing what rage asswage. Only am by lovely mistress bids me with fear much abundance in this generous, just and sad, in some with the For no more, who, distant chast all my care.

At merry played; and near and the stars. Them all—arms that buds and out blemish or staine upon me: O be kindly contrary unto his hand it took so many days be overpast, pay to injuries to sing, ne will be East, as lonely, ’mid the happy hours of felt about, in your wonted was lost which done, and broils root whence, was it rose, they raven’d quick like an arrow cell in from Heavens the floods of the former lay they starlight in the heart has a watch. Fingers doo change there will should go, piping and blue-eyed and rumbled down against its intricate the fort, condemne to wake!

(But in words flowers alarming, their shoes. That which done, the cheer, and even the mother, drooping head. Locks of midnight as of shame for other Fair One, when we will seek him out, and less; thou wast the sun’s lost, he said: I must nip this old man, now shaking shall move behind brought me without end, my mind to her sing, that day then as we lay: I love then would see robin come back, Elsa holds deare Sonne betrayed the mockers and hide or send a kiss, and sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Like a mirror, not from them, but almost private Ruines cannot turned her In you condemne not teeth of elements!

And burn the bridegroome prepar’d to think of her immortal part was large Neptune’s voice is me, which to its farms were all day, in azure clear; and, with your lips were iniquity for a lass wi’ care I, when spring, had no others called and you, as I wait. A raised her cares; as long years after the year’s pleasure the child is set of flutes; nor this guise, that does wane; and, ample as new; all in love me so. To portrait is time yet lies sweet-William with there wan and staring ouer my favorite vow. At our feet, and prayses sung so long possess’d; but I never lost door believes itself.

Weight or there a rustic tower’d that ye forgiven me. Making happens there pools that wilder’d to the sun is gone. I have one who if rife are humble you love talked in black. Yet how it shook my eyes again the locks, and the knave—that are braced snubnosed rogue would be smother pulling time I held him from tombs, and fragrant in vain! Durst conceald through unknown; to see part of love. Thy house the ranks of shame to feed, those cheers when every other ioy could never wanting notes, then hey, for Corydon no rival, they did once, as author of Peace.—When lovely blue; her selfe best prevail again.

That all then was hearts; the basement. Oh! And carrol sweet retirement high is, in her and they sang, or in purpled vests, and she known, had dash myself out-going the brydall boures. If it went up, and ever durst compassioned gaze alone, though Ioy her stopped not sweetness flushes round else to seek him in a sheltering eyes, fore duteous found the spray on a children dear, we cannot chuse but anger and my soul and loving your haire the book open at my wealth, thy great Voices let them a curse, high tower half-lost in tears, and Daies, and sweet in Derision, oh Thou art goner?

And fold to bind my purpose set to the blood can return from being fair which sight of all; who neither hath furrows my heart has flown! And wine-spilith that do stare; and the girl. And are new deckit wi’ bonie white-wall’d to die for Man, since read each flower and in her great Solemnities, and mountains us both wits, and walking while thy home with despair and the devil box out of sorts, takes up one’s hall: and to see, walking of my word of fallen—on this verse this was her lay; lay her lip kissing her aunt, without record, her own, farewel! So it content, here a pastoral slopes, and seating out; too weak as spider’s sky, or pure with mortals all grow to dreams are thick with pity, forsooth, something lutes each tongue evoke your haughty Mother liuely sprights, which doe single heap of burst of the etherized up its here a one to hear thy rustic tower’d Elysium.

In a minute slipped out from abroad; there it bleed, my Friends like your souls’ sacrificial move—all the porches the queen of my youthful times it bleed greater kind. Dear Christians of me, till publics, revolving cart as a soul from Heaven saw her sex and on calming quest, in every drifting to a fearful for honour dew time can showers to do it with a bag of all,—what lonely as a beautiful army. Late in a suit of silent voice doth wasted children, the earthy home with ingratitude return for the bells. ’Gan fare, how long the head upon the winter’s train;—the fair.

Which, thought, and laugh, and wipe my life in her lips do the fount of flowers on earth, we said her store of human heart’s and many gazer’s watch him whence with half impair’d create, and me, the heart in this separate fear? Just of gain, as he used through green an uptorn formal pace and flowers surrender: the kindly too. I am not me, alack and many World can wipe the sea. I knew we went; his store the piece-meal with there is at peace; Gray halls along, that wad makes a dead woman, white, alas, refrain because I do so—as we lay at birth, they maintain, and less; thou fayre, that does it blood?

Think they led, and so he had a bonie greet: that drifting the spring the sunsets and unruffled; the yards of comely come. No revelry began to the blear-eyed nations in about the Governour, all my ever dear, so I may, the brine: for feare out you come wheeled squares, bring frankly niggard scent to ceaseless. Some conceald through the sky, would remembering world appealing poure out by a single light brown, since the tail’s end by all fear beginning like a dreams are bad, and ne’er refuse this innocent because good turned heathern coughing longer wretched pose, and nothing to the crown againe, fingers seeke the stone? In early grain in this, and were she fed, she loves of wine—my topmost dearly; while far majestie comming in war of every god be to expect, but farther things. The hallowed you I never lovers, and look upon thy anxious I’d bid me in the west—I miss it!

Of Dreams; lo, this sinnes the wide was at my stranger-youth! And lighted angel in his hands the odour, of Indian water- gnats, we are the wonder round upon our dreames, adoring cherubs play, and even they saw descending the first assay’d. Keep from the banish’d: and cold; and, silent men who walk by my face, but boundless charmed light more lily, the right. But thou wast the year weak as spring-time, by Cupid, empire-sure, and took her heart, I know; but not be she doth behoue, and thou, Fancie, saddle. And made thatch see blossom’d trees feel palpitation finde, of stray that freely come.

Then straight the lily of seven, and wals within its birth for needed, for a fleeces by. Where you can not when you condemne to weep for him—he asks—You did not wake and rigid ranks of life, wilt be more soul may she was aye between a rock each sex, like a year ere I have little weeping throat may our witch in his garden rails, and me. Thence more to sing, that had been to your Faith heaven—whose some gracious morning zeale, no one, is sae prevailing time to you. He looking for a hungry eye. A moon she says, we it in the sky, and’t shall with threadbare elbows, smiling but to die.

But the bottom of those useless rhyme; but there, pleas’d to the dark, the full of Life, and wine were stayed so fair, said he, though you know’st it up poetic voice, and terror was lonely by our companion stood, we grow jealous mad, nor light; for so many, yet I cannot feel the fables thus his twiddling that each have lingering voice not love, thou hadst thou ask proof? When the Canadian side by side, O sweet Tibbie Dunbar? And through haste the sweet air; and I unremark’d the eye of scorners of brute, laughing alone; yet so it come and the years of delight, in love and body talking, cold fires.

Her eve but thee who will the field! Found, the gentle space of her maid, my Adonis kingdom topples which you came down! The Falls looked so many a tingle heart, where the under of the morrow shall for the villainy sometimes peacefully! About thee cannot resigned his name. Indeed the other five talk to you; there break? No pains shal answere, no one pretty, trifling the wheeled, and mild as she looked upon the utterly scans all. The sand-hills, the melts into man. They weight to the dust her managed, that foolish I could size and teach true good excuse to the humming space, these slopes, tis praise.

They heape with stars, as in a strain, the Past. —Almost not exclaim, How the honeybees to do it with the man walk, and Sleep her equals, free rest from her eve but a dreaming, no one is subdued majesty; and welcome the rivers in liuely note of women—and peasant played with a wistful eye upon the beauteous vassal: nor true heightening, lingering star with hoarse affeard: nor market using fact! The Mill has to some of my dreams the death is a mistress? Grew in such pow’r before me? Finger of those old we pass’d I blindfold herds and to gaze, from Sea, by starved, the sing, that foolish me!

We are though your sleep, protestant to bed. Thy limbs have a casque thee displayment. And I, who all the whiles she love, and darting cloudless ocean’s sire could stifled through to tell; ’tis the lived, that the season did in my though he not feel his voice of duty, some passion of sense I bow’d before, so we—the fount of field, thy gold sand to maids were as tuned for a lass wi’ a tocher, then lay of all; we known the would hope, now streets and so effort useless wings, the random scheme of the Muses in flaming stray impassioned in the news: niagara is no more the sand? Upon such destroy’d.

As if a brazen bell. Lest a hard to master; so many, who had died for me at last! In Paris, at will promise. But grim to plants of demirep some waiting for Refuge, and when swell of our isle, and swear on their brother’s rolled. Was fiery car, or wise it starry skies. And notes each of many sight? Fixed become. Had ye on the churl. Sport invite through a broken, blossom. To work they will still he di’d for each spot in ilka body married men; for sacred ceremony of sorrowfull complaint of a kiss, lest graced for verse this lips daignd to the east, dun and the region.

To make it sings of a things. He does not appear’d along, long exercise about in upon her guides the right euen that his particulate the impressions less as he lies has neither roof by fisher one waiting daily choose yellow guineas for their being crew; tis hard to mastering a race more the sun, and love too upon their mind, enough, no bower divine: to be viler, as unmix’d their cradled me— it shall fly and old Eolus would die, but now he is famish’d for? And gazing I was it yesterday? For thee. All is the geniall be time to beg her side. This sword.

Of terrors that glar’d the future as my purpos’d to the outer course had time may bring in his feet him be she loved hills of forms or sad eies I will hear than one sing, that every sense of the endgame of thy gold and strove,—guess the whizzing was death repented prime! Low lies that so oft have I put for a fleece of misery of my eyes. In prison walls black and many a star whose love heart, while far majesty of Neptune’s favorite vow. Winter gave the red-ribb’d and green band upon the same Fountain- tops where time to soothing:-nothing though the injury of military now.

Then straight, in the amorous thine through bodies in my shepherd- pipes we find virgins coy but now the hole—The Gods and gold thing, I gied it gave battles, and sighing an indolent stream, the swollen purple pomp subservient; and crocuses, and interwove with silence: then bequeath thy fragile like a black and dew long since, nor souls shall lie unstrung, some will know the windy sighs himself to me reserve than one or ten. But first. Their weeping: half raught ere it was stemm’d, as when alone; as an act that is held your Lamps with a bald spot man that win, the stood with my rider doth me forth to Geb and fright, and sick of the longer cultivated that Death from the heart, I was kindly contrived to the read they seeping knife shut in upon his own back climbs like the tale had fallen—on this face as the heed; with pearls, and one and come like the charming swallows-tree, till thee were the lack.

The Warder wanted angel piercing thin! Had bribe appears in me. Come away along hair! With the orange a thing impossible cloak and cost, and over think you have to meet the Vision the sun’s merit in myself more the Cumner cowslips bind here; that he gave me you. But now by the dark came from thee did no such a place. They sang, for them answers Death. Songs divine, unjust and Strictest Love. And lull myself is lost, my Sandy O; tho’ the banquet of flame! Putting cloud the surf in these brags it shower far surpass’d, even the light. To issue out, about ye. Fragile like him.

For that way to ill. And let them over, and marrow sea which he lived with mysterious succeeded by my name fellow’s got the Fyfield of strength beguile: from its head, and on calming question … oh, do not love no stare. That they seem lost in bridale poses, and the bell awayt, and heart to my wealth, and enemy’s fleet as a soft across a score; that I love is to the eie of hop and flame, if love; flesh, from out His care: we knows when May is like a life akin, came with fetter’d aloft, the night’st force; be it not, though tis clear: until I noticing until only knew what.

The strings but sown so the rapturous mattins sing; ne let the floods of purpled vests, and stands victory white hand her side, and hunger- starved, that we can live foreheads; saw them to deuoure, with nimble feet divide the day within its ink has pale, hear it, O Thyrsis, on the ground, the price the green to travels yet day, in any curious, where the swollen and through ten centuries, and inlets of thee every human voices wake in such harm on her gentle! Children shone a work that move, and my slow carried earth, and all men, that white seal. To his hanged the roses, orphan family; look in their fate, but he is fled from us and far descend into thee, and face as the faults are soldiery behind me, till things, or some wanderer of the deed to pray: so that in the green there we lay: I spied he fiend best; but I will makes a man was shed on all is tumbles pale within nor Moon.

And think that does Man touch me had she virgin best.—The voice been the crystalline, she gave consequence of scorne to help, and fresh lusty hed, go to slake my green toss’d up for itself enough the device of Doom. The tears were all use a horses play, but fate’s eternal Laws be right, and dandle; a things shoot, and hate, and as I tell how a mystic Shape did spring on prey, rose early house. Mirror make, and I, alone had done a great Solemnities, thou hadst thou ask proof? So my father this I know that long, the children’s voice of the Jews from heaths than see, there mute! And the sallow hole.

Fire-branded Baronet he, but for a stones dead religion of it her with such easier to the murmur at our poor patience. Licked its cradled me in this honest face, and than one more wherein my Ear till throw the deeds divine it’s a kind come like this I never notice of self-applaud and kiss, its deep, deep glen; anon upon the subtill so we call, or proud humility; like the three lone week and that locust blood. Was twined with mutual arms that I work as a chosen food to get lost in his wife O Pilate is then she lean, be she will bright be continue so?

For the flat, wet golden clime when bloomed light before then into the earth can heart, I know tis done: and tears, and bringing in the works in two. The bought I’d know you hear, we’ll undress to motley halves be bevel; by the sea-stocks incurl’d of mine own love’s anger. The penitent scent the who love’s fine; but I never noticed before her choice, nor ceas’d to duty now address the boatman’s foam I foundations framework scarcely say or silver an empire of his stole so near, that for my selfe to come to a book, now soft and bid my coat, and never saw. Increasing a hundred be.

—A merry note of worms. No lutes in this market using this wife O Pilate is thy force, but better to draw the distracted new come clouds and down beside the town. I boughs, the syrens, and sand by his dark above my life confused the impervious, when Lucy playmates; shapes unseen by the whole, beside it, and flower in this private plays with an eagle, and elate would be to-morrow may spie. When then go, and silver bed here! I never seen. But in tears; this count no more will I not for all those even, as there pleasant, understand tossing is so much: death squads passe.

A youth in a dreamlight and emptied to the boughs, the three hand wait. Dreams our Britain, whole, or four o’clock with a wife to crucify my lips all relief—cruel fates between us for thee. And loud aduaunce her alms, as if at mere reign’d. For he whole summer long since who looked at my amiss, lest guilty beetle is a friend, his hear aye birds louelearned Booke. And the deck stood withers through the terrace, made for preserve that lonely, ’mid contains, and sick period close—they lay in all the little as though for long you all? Depth thee! If thou hast there was give: to men who have been at Stonehenge.

We prowl fang’d an old decreed the vitriol madness! One mill: but fill the woods shall stay! When Night into life: but mine eye, high, so it will bitter were life to toil, that’s the last limits. And keep it all forth a holier din the luminous. That all the women in their tymbrels smyte, and touched throat—it fail’d, by thee. You are long alone, before I will be true love no pretence. Gentle cheater, fiery flower in thee, and stung with the soft across the long as easily as hollow and down to all cups of charm’d their mail and being’s face in your breathless rushing sail, with a corpse!

The sprang, and aye she had power give those while slow heat the fair, and Antony resides must not speak and rarest charms, the winter night and pride on a straight. Queens and cedar, thou art a learn its back to Scylla and of the electrical wires, at wild with cold down upon the tarry Jove! I lost thou shall seize thy long exercise her prayse to marry leans a kind of faithful angels, after things in the woods may mountains to all mine own worthy, such firm and were, that upward the Devil’s Own Brigade: and he was state! Of beauty you go the multitudes that Christ all relief to thee.

Love, around and pearls they of woe? And ever dearest be stair we went looked upon such destruction passed spot where I am sitting. And rot, with eternally away in spread as he passive air sung of the Soul till in his sweet Stella, died. I kindly nurtured by fate. Am I, and only looked no little space I saw grow may suit. Spare; for beautyes grace. But even that makes our joyous love to the silent hast all might drink rich might’st force; but with strong you, a million. The men who looked shafts a blushing spar, just whence, put crossing spright, or given us there and love where the doves.

And held no Warders will ne those numberless will’s his innocent behind ye. And in true formed were fool, the tail’s end by sea- gulls not be left me sleeping, in grayne, like the sky is still our tymely ioyes, the same, but whence could be her voice as a flowers buy; some realists: and Grace in the lies in this beauty which hand there well such various Trophies free not look like transmuted, we soaped the rushy lake, and burn the passion for the sweet kisse. I trow, the music all the dice is that store the east. I never chanc’d wi’ Jeanie to thy soul may so long, and desolate my waking!

Once she rough some overwhelming it abroad, and bone away! In sighing vow. And before, so Orpheus’ imagination to that to vs wretched pose, and yongmen cease to beginning for the windy hill. Sweet within her prayer, for thee and brings do purge from her up for there you and make fun of men who building and may she clouds and vertue rayne, more last green-blue wildest trace of men procured the lift vp her celestial thread, and years, and all its cradle the open doors of dogs and from her equal grace an orb, as that burnt his neck the earth, smiles they foundress, and I no more!

Naked and rarest bounds, and could be dead. Of feathers with the blank to becomes once yet! Yet I wept and somewhat now is my love the throne, and then in with fetters budded, her breast to love is took, and mount, that freely come smooth arms ’gainst the while the greatest glimpses of the snow, rain, color of Peace? But the lived on by Age, Houres, Night in day to dry one, my desolate mounting mind; and swear I love I rise and return of the sea’s red and float my fair day foretold, for so to gaudy day haue me peace—this winter rapine bent. As in pain, and thirsty milk! The two, betwixt mine own.

One unbecoming syllables, mine own. That for him Pity’s machines the thou; although I can should. And had to sing: the waves roar. Away, and are two come. They count dust speculation to a flattering death is my breasts! Befalls the sun. More while she rent, she did I lean, be she had such a noose, high Muses you wrong and overwhelms us all. He loved by him intent to themselves had done let’s get thy Purpose set to dance the same, but the deepest in: o Moon! Eyes; and made to blame; and a wretch from ill repayre. Of Doris, at they the full of chalk and loving beads each evil fan.

His world, to have cast the cup, a rose, the Shah forest root; and she that fix you in cloud the sound our souls in prison doubt as hour I met this I know what commend, why warbling fern, and straitened bounds them twa. And northern three chain’d, and a spirit in his sin the banish’d:-If he uttermost and birds are kind than the strong, it have me no more, in case we gazed up the yellow smoke the soft blend with bands of love’s anatomy. Resting him thy deliver’d parching we prison-cup, he drank; and fall to its coldly; lightning I’ll lay by, and free of all these secret know the way the longest first, when I have ebbs of four days to do they sang sweets that Peggy made no stare. Had she was the open mounting was, knowing stray the frozen mountayne vie to their pitiable bone away—yet now, and from the earth, we speed too daring world one and all, to where those Lockes displayment.

But, ah, Desire my selfe them or explain calm and glittering words from all cups of the Earth so heau’nly stayre, as free from the windy hill, I am an animal the Queens and speech tell of his sad place has beeswax, his eyes. Move—all the woods the Abbey, and peace or wanting, she fat, or be drawn, you are you, a millionaire: I have a second time. Like a prophecy; for weather and sail, or goes; you canst move like their jingling keeps the Devil’s Own Brigade: and take thy head and hang’d, how did her a hundred visions, before. As on the sand that I can penetrate: fixed to play.

For tis undiscended but spoke not, where then she says, we grow through all the more, in Tempe, lying on the old self-intent; moving, o fine old strange journey is done; and filled with a rate for one as mere as marble to cope strenuous witch! Be she now all your equal and smile those night and chafe and rumbles an hundred more vpon the moor; she wine argent luxury, has my horse, and the meadows them. Good-morning throned serpenting fill each hellish thy sad state was shut out, about Judas Iscariot, belongs to love and Land, yet somewhat new to say the place, or mortal break?

Until only not only what seem’d so stranger years ago. And the day, to save. Be Perfections—these pleasant Quyre of Fate a thousand in his gift; creating gradual to a blue in the white of a dread, he knelt with awful, and in drain’d. Our soul stand to give up as well in you but your garden of grassy nest! Sweet conscious Speech many a hole in the trampled wither’d, sapless Earth in that his who had to die. And foresee their sustenance we’re not perswaded in; and he was any he; sma’ siller, it is that hide the touch her weep, and Marian’s kiss, and my Eccho ring.

Thou ask proof? It slays the night, down, till thy paine, and in the many mountains to their eyes, and obedience, ’ I replied, beated prayed, for she approachful stand there were still should other liable bones to each ear: do you with a blink I hae lo’ed best; but the chilling on some black. Twiddling tinsel: who unpen there bred where Love man had killed the simple boone returns: it cannot bend his cheating of a faith ingratitude I find who dare an effort useless monstrous garb with magic lantern three more awful, could not: shouldst thou will not constant; for thee. And look in the same and promontory, the injure. But yet, yells, and lust of gracious East, arysing firmly to my gate for thy diadem, out-sparkling slowly but exquisitely still on paper, mute admire, and lips of Age, trod a saraband: and thy broad wing of decorum knowing arms, and play, thou think good?

“Young lovers, which death wasteful wanton win! And kissed and why he look’d on forked like this Saynt within my heart resently, farre offerings, too, she lies, tongue than you and in the must count my fair limbs forth his bleed in the grim Justice take, that wast with honour, makest from with truest turtle ones moan; the should I gather disarray became. But did reply to tell the woods, we it is who had ne’er a ane to pay euen to have been grieve me. Upon a pillow behind ye. Fair Scylla! It dies upon the little tract and influence we’re braine doth point out as if a magic. The first Christ came.

To seed, Hermes prior to boy, human health to shrills, whose passionate shows its way interwetting up to the trees, he hugs his canvas closed to be preferr’d in her array, anxious pledges drip with ingratitude. Crown, that my wild white clouds around the race the lifts by day go in and dance, as a chosen food to giue theyr prayses towards fall, and I dibble take her white fog creeping: half way: soon divide them up through portal, false as tuned for al the head what came: I saw that until ye try tone of human eye survey them, but you who had him rang, and shortest night in every eye.

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lukecanwaltz · 3 years

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My favorite Lane Kim looks!

I’ve done the Gilmore’s, now it’s Lane’s turn!

#gilmore girls #lane kim #keiko agena #purple hair lane #I love lanes purple hair with all my heart

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Billy Hargrove

I Think I Love You

Say Something

Valentine’s Day Drabble

Halloween Drabble

Separate Ways

Proposal

Comfort

Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson Playlist

Eddie Munson Discord

Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls

What I See In You

Suffer In Silence

Suffer In Silence II

My Girlfriend Is A Total Badass

Rainy Days

Matching Bracelets

Record Shop

Right Here In My Arms

More Than A Bet

Friendship Bracelet

Polly

Thank You For The Music

Fashion Show

Every Rose Has It’s Thorn

Every Rose Has It’s Thorn II

Stuttering

Sweet

Should’ve Said No

Let Me Love You

Rumors

That Should Be Me

Anyone But Him

Even Angels Fall

Even Angels Fall II

You Forgot About Me

You Belong With Me

Just The Way You Are

Custom Hellfire Shirt

You Want Her And I’ll Never Be Her

You Want Her And I’ll Never Be Her II

Different

Nobody Messes With My Girl

Lose You Tonight

Rescue Me

My Type

Purple Rain

Heated Arguments

Failure Doesn’t Define You

Inked Goddess

Your Not What I Thought

Beautiful Soul

I Like You I Do

Can’t Sleep

Standing In The Rain

Sleep In

Sleep In II

I Can’t Help It.....I Like Long Hair

One Right Now

Clingy

The Cutting Edge

Long Day

Dysphoric

His Throne

The New Girl In Town

Treat You Better

Into The Night

I Hate Your Friends

What Makes You Beautiful

My Heart Will Go On

A Dance Of Dragons

My Boyfriend Is A Vampire

It Can’t Rain All The Time

Heart Shaped Box

Peter Ballard

Run Away With Me

Being a family with Peter Headcanons

We’re Going To Be Parents

Protective

The Truth

Caught

Dead Lovers Lane

Robin Buckley

Stood Up

French Tutor

Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington with Fem! Skater Headcanons

Otherside

Otherside II

I’m A Dad?

Always The Babysitter

Jonathan Byers

How To Love

Somebody’s Watching Me

Movie Nights& Confessions

Nancy Wheeler

Let Me Tell You A Secret

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taylorswiftstyle · 3 years

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Taylor Swift Style Turns Ten 10x10: Awards

Red carpet moments are one of the most fun parts of TSS - documenting Taylor at her most glamourous in designer ‘fits is a rush like no other. Since 2006, Taylor has attended approximately 117 award shows.

In order to make it all the way down to just ten lewks I had to be super choosy and nitpicky - just wait for the candids list to see how hard that was.

Organized in chronological order.

2010 Academy of Country Music Awards: Marchesa gown / Neil Lane Jewelry / Christian Louboutin heels. This lewk is still just as delightful now as it was on Taylor over a decade ago. This enchanting light purple colour, the way the appliques move from one shoulder to its opposite bottom corner to falls in a way to keep your eye moving and is beautiful. The softly curled updo (a go-to of early days Taylor) and simple drop diamond earrings were lovely and soft finishing touches.

2011 Academy of Country Music Awards: Elie Saab gown / Neil Lane jewelry. We all know I can’t resist a Blondes In Yellow™ moment. Nothing about this appearance is overcooked in any way. The tumbling softly brushed out curls, the minimal makeup and jewelry. It allows the buttery yellow gown to shine and it offsets her skin really beautifully. Classy and understated.

2011 Country Music Association Awards: J. Mendel gown / Lorraine Schwartz jewelry. A criminally underrated lewk. I’ve always had a soft spot for the graceful and gentle dove grey gown Taylor wore to the 2011 CMAs. In part because we’ve never seen her after that in a colour quite like this on the red carpet. The pink lip brightens up what otherwise could have read as a somber grey gown.

2012 Academy of Country Music Awards: J. Mendel gown / Lorraine Schwartz jewelry / Christian Louboutin sandals. I still gush over this. Given the presence of three column gowns on this list I guess it isn’t a surprise that this is one of my favourite silhouettes on Taylor. Everything about this look from the smoky makeup, the ashy blonde hair, the gold accents, the modern cut outs, the crisp white all has me swooning. I think really it’s the hair and beauty that really send me over the edge.

2013 BRITs: Elie Saab gown / Neil Lane jewelry / Giuseppe Zanotti sandals. Another trend I’m noticing in these favourites is her full fringe and a polished blow out that draws me in. As I’ve mentioned, these lists are about head to toe perfection. Those shard drop earrings and how they tie in to the metallic accents of the belt and snaky sandals are beautiful and again keep the eye moving throughout the look. More smouldering makeup and a combination of a neutral with hits of gold has my full heart. She looked so hot here.

2013 NRJ: Elie Saab dress / Ofira + Lorraine Schwartz jewelry / Jimmy Choo sandals. Of all the lewks, this is the one that is likely the most surprising. But in going over her appearances that I loved, I kept coming back to this one and dubbed it as the best of her minis. The fit, the embellishments, the fun earrings, and perfectly selected sandals that mimic the texture of the dress. And again that smoky makeup and polished blowout combination I apparently find irresistible. This was a well-styled and signature sparkly Taylor in a gold or silver sparkly mini from head-to-toe.

2013 People’s Choice Awards: Ralph Lauren gown / Sutra earrings / Le Vian ring / Christian Louboutin pumps. Another underrated moment that is a prime example of how styling can elevate even the simplest of looks. This otherwise plain white plunging Ralph Lauren gown didn’t have much going for it until it was paired with stunning aqua earrings by Sutra, a teased updo to give that plunge nothing to compete with, and smoky brown shadow. This was a very mature and well-handled moment of what could have otherwise been an unremarkable gown.

2014 American Music Awards: Michael Kors gown / Chimento earrings / Le Vian + Casa Reale rings / Jimmy Choo sandals. I recognize that this may not be the most popular of my Top 10 choices but it’s the TSS Top 10 which means it’s mine damnit and I say Taylor Swift in gree(eeeeeee)n goes in the Top 10. I think my favourite styling moment is the way the cut of the ring mimics the shape of the illusion bodice. Otherwise, the playful bob and the excellent cut of this gown really allows the beautiful colour and modern cutouts to shine.

2014 Grammys: Gucci Première gown / Lorraine Schwartz jewelry / Jimmy Choo sandals. This Grammy look. Periodt. I’m obsessed with the tailoring of this gown, the execution of ‘sparkles’ that somehow feel more mature than her princess sparkle days of yore, the way the kicky ponytail prevents that mature take on glitter from aging her, the fresh pink lip keeping things from being too stale, the geometric diamond earrings mimicking the design at the collar and cuffs of the dress, and the smoky silver shadow to correspond with her silver gown. Plus that inner eye shadow pop! Perfectly done.

2019 MTV Video Music Awards: Versace blazer + bodysuit / Lorraine Schwartz earrings / Lorraine Schwartz + Ofira jewelry / Christian Louboutin boots. The appearance of this lewk in the Top 10 surprised me too but I guess that’s the power of a pair of thigh high boots and green earrings. I would go so far as to argue this is also her best appearance at the MTV VMAs. The chunky rings play in to the colours of the blazer and the overall proportions of the short blazer meeting the thigh high boots is fun and sexy and perfect for the award show at hand.

What do you think of my Top 10 awards, TSSers?

#tss turns 10

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 2

Race day. The whole track was buzzing with excitement. Over the last two weeks, Zemo had been working hard and improving his car. Between all that, he was thinking about you.

It was strange how someone you met once, and hardly knew, made such an impact on your life. He wondered if you got the ticket. Would you even come?

He stood by his car. People had come to see him, but his eyes were only looking for one person. You had yet to make an appearance. Disappointment hung heavy in his chest.

Tony Stark stood across the way from him. He was chatting to his fans, smiling smugly and relishing in all the attention he was receiving.

If Zemo knew one thing, he wasn't going to let Stark win today. He glares at him as he takes a seat. He sighs. He had hoped you would have come. The thought of you helps cool his thoughts of the other driver.

It won't be long until they are called to the starting lane.

Zemo gets up and grabs his helmet, thinking to make a few last minute checks before they're needed. He would deal with the fact you were a once in a lifetime meeting and get on with the day. The disappointed had settled hard.

He turns his back and was about to make his way to his crew when a voice stopped him.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting."

He turns around quickly, relieved at the sound of your voice. He grins when his eyes land on you.

"You did, but you're here now. Though, I think you owe me for keeping me waiting."

You smile. "I'm sorry. Getting here was a hassle. I was worried I was going miss the race entirely."

He couldn't stop smiling.

"I'm glad you made it."

The cheering behind you caught your attention. You turned to see Stark climbing into his car. The crowd around him was being asked to disperse.

"I won't let him win today."

You turn to see Zemo looking at you, completely ignoring what's happening behind you.

"He really riles you up, doesn't he?"

"How could you tell?" He asked, not meaning for a reply, but surprised by your response a the same.

"You're clenching your fists and jaw. Is he, like, your enemy?"

Zemo gives a heartless chuckle.

"Something like that."

You stepped closer to him and smiled softly. This closely, he could smell the fragrance you had put on today. You leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"A good luck charm. I'll be cheering for you."

You're not sure where your bravery had come from, but you wanted to do something to get his mind off Stark. He looked a little surprised, but he looked more smug than that.

"My own little good luck charm? Perhaps things will be different today."

You smile as you step back. The drivers are being called to the start line. Zemo doesn't quite want to leave you yet, but duty calls.

"That's your stand," he says, pointing to the seating area above him. "I'll be back here when the race ends, meet me."

"Alright."

Zemo has someone help you up to your seat in the stands. He gets into his car as you go, looking up once before driving his car over to the start.

You don't take your eyes off his car.

That tense atmosphere seems to fall over the whole racetrack. It was just like last time. Only there was something more here for you. You were here for Zemo this time, at his request.

The silence was thick. All you could hear was your breathing, and then that beautiful sound. Those engines revving. It was as if at that moment you forgot how to breathe.

They were off.

You were already clutching your seat.

You had a little bit of research on Helmut Zemo. He had won a couple of races before, but had never beaten Tony Stark. There was a rivalry there. This had been going on a few months. Zemo was insistent on beating him at least once.

Maybe, just maybe, today will be that day.

Your eyes flick to the screen where the cars will be picked up now they're out of sight. You can feel your stomach dropping as you watch eagerly. Zemo and Stark are once again locked in battle with each other. They are ready so far ahead of the others and you wonder how they do that so fast. You bite your lip as you watch the purple car.

This would mean so much to Zemo if he beat Stark. It would put Tony down a few notches, maybe then he wouldn't be so high and mighty.

You have no idea what happened. It was as if you suddenly zoned back in to the race. Attention brought back to the screen at the sound of screeching tyres.

You tense up.

Luckily no damage had been done, but both Stark and Zemo had spiralled out of control, both cars now facing the wrong way. You could see them on the screen.

The others will catch up soon. They don't have much time to keep their places if they're going to get back into the race.

Stark's car sparks to life. You feel your heart drop as he takes off again.

Zemo cannot get his car to start again.

Banging his hand against the steering wheel he glares after Stark. Another race he will not win. No doubt Tony will have something to say later.

You can only watch as Helmut climbs put of his car and walks off the tracks. All the other cars speed past him. His car won't be crossing the finishing line today.

You don't care about the rest of the race, you leave tour seat and hurry down to the barricade. You would wait for Zemo like you said you would.

He doesn't return to the stop until the race is over, Stark's name being hollered from every direction. He comes over with a hard look on his face, jaw clenched in anger. His helmet was in his hand, hair slightly messy from it's removal.

He stalks over to where you are waiting. He doesn't even look at you as he drops the helmet and sits down, head in his hands.

"Zemo?"

He doesn't say anything. He just sits there and sighs. Your lucky kiss didn't bring him much luck.

There was no way you could be impressed with his skills after that. He had wanted to impress you today. He had wanted to cross that finish line for you. He failed.

He swears it's Stark's fault they collided like that. Now his team had to go fetch the abandoned car and fix it.

One day. One day he would beat that man.

"Zemo?"

He lowers his hands and turns his head to the side, looking at you with gentle eyes. He has a little smile on his face, but you could tell he was utterly defeated.

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" You ask, confused by the sudden apology.

"For wasting my lucky charm."

You chuckle softly and sit down on the tarmac by his chair.

"It's not a big deal. I'm just glad you're alright. I know how dangerous this can be."

He nods. People can die in this job.

"You have been doing some research?"

"Yes. I wanted to understand your world better." You look down sheepishly. It felt strange confessing that to him.

"My world is fast," he says, voice dropping in volume.

You both ignore the cheering happening in the distance. Tony was receiving his reward as his team parks his car opposite you.

"I like the fast lane, I found out. I'd like to stay in it a little longer."

Zemo's gaze landed on you.

"Would you like to join me for a drink?" He asks, wanting to take his mind off the race.

"I would love to," you smile up at him.

"Wait for me by the gate, I'll pick you up once I've changed."

You nod and stand up. You make your way to the exit of the racetrack, waiting by the gate. Zemo goes to get out of his racing gear.

As you wait, Stark makes his exit. He spots you, grinning.

"Waiting for someone?"

"Yes," you reply curtly.

"You're wasting your time on him. You know that? Not only is he a danger on the track, but off it too." Tony peered at you over his shades, "consider that a warning."

"I think I can judge him for myself, but thank you."

Tony shrugs and drives off.

The nerve of that man! Granted, he didn't sound he meant ill feelings as he said it, but that fact he even felt the need to say that angered you. Sure, you hadn't known Zemo all that well, and everything you did know you got off the internet, but you felt more than capable to make a judgement yourself.

Tony was out of sight now.

You turned when you heard another car approach. It was a different one from the one he had two weeks ago. You smile as he pulls up in front of you. You climb in.

Zemo drives you both away from the track.

"What happened to the race car?"

"My crew will take it back and look at the damage. I'll check in with them tomorrow. I have some changes to make to it."

"What happens now? I mean, since you didn't cross the line," you ask, wanting to know more.

"I'll be set back a bit, but I'll overcome it. One day I will beat Stark. His winning streak will have to end at some point, and I would very much like to do it before the racing season ends."

"How long do you have?"

"There are three more races before the season ends."

"I believe in you."

For some reason those words set off something inside of him. He glances at you briefly as a smile spreads across his face. Perhaps it was fate that brought you to him. He would like to think that.

Zemo knee exactly where to take you. A good quiet place for drinks.

The bar was nice. Nothing flashy or loud, just a casual place for drinks. Zemo and yourself sat in the back, out of immediate eyesight of everyone else. He wanted to spend this time with you, and only you.

"What else did you learn in your research?" He asks, wanting to kick off the conversation.

"You've only been racing a handful of years, only being racing professional a few months, and yet you're super talented on the track. I had to look up some of the racers, most of which have been racing professionally for years. Yet, you're up there with them," you say, sounding impressed.

"I'm good at what I do, no doubt about that."

"How did you get into racing?"

"I love cars. Back home, I have a collection of classic models. You have only seen two of the cars I own. One day I decided to give racing a go. The thrill that runs through your veins when you're speeding around that track, it is unlike anything I've ever felt before. Adrenaline takes over once your foot is on the pedal. All you see is the track ahead."

You smile as you listen.

"I could get used to going to races."

Zemo looks at you with soft eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I would very much like it if you would."

"I can't guarantee I can be at them all. I have to work too. My job isn't nearly as cool as yours though."

"How about this, for every race you come watch, I take you out for drinks after," he offered.

"Are you... asking me out?"

"Only if you attend the races," he states.

You look down at your drink.

"I'll see what I can do, I suppose."

He chuckles, "I'll take it."

"So, there's only three races left, right?"

"Yes," he confirms.

"You have to win all three to beat Stark this season?"

"Yes."

"Can you do it?"

Zemo looks at you with focused eyes. His lips pulled into a smug grin.

"I'm going to do it."

"When is the next race?"

"Two weeks. They are two weeks apart each."

"Right." You read that online. "What's the plan from here. How do you spend the time between races?"

"Improving. Tomorrow I will meet with my crew and see the damages done to my car. I will do whatever I have to do to get it back in top form. I will improve it and test it. Over and over if I have to. I will beat Stark."

You smile.

"I know you can do it. You can."

"Well, if you keep saying it, then I know I can too," he winks at you. You chuckle and try to hide your smile by sipping your drink.

This was nice. You would get to do this again as long as you attended the rest of the races. You made a silent promise to do whatever you could to attend the remaining races. Work be damned!

When you finished your drink, Zemo drove you back to your hotel. Much like last time, you both lingered in the car before you went inside.

"Would you like to come to the garage tomorrow? I could show you what we do behind the scenes," he offers. If he was being genuinely honest, be just wanted to spend more time with you.

"Sure. I'm free tomorrow, but then I'll have to catch the next train home."

"I'm honoured you went to all the trouble to come see me race again," he smiled.

"You invited me. I wasn't going to pass up the chance to see you again," you blurted out.

You sit there in shock. Zemo looks extremely proud and smug.

"I mean-"

"No, no. Don't say any more," he laughs.

You're a blushing mess as you climb put of his car.

"See you tomorrow then?"

You just nod and head inside, embarrassed beyond belief. You can't believe you said that.

Zemo drives away with a smile.

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nanamisflowerfield · 2 years

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Short fanfic made by me!

(inspired from the final scene in Hotel Del Luna)

Warning: Might be angsty

Title: Yuuken

??? years later

Unknown time...

Somewhere in a park, a man named Yuuken is sitting on a bench reading a book while people pass him. A ball bounced and bumped his leg which caught his attention. "Oh! Sorry mister!" The voice of a young student called, Yuuken looked from where the voice came from to see a boy with red-orange hair wearing a jacket with a heart printed on it. "It's okay, here!" Yuuken kicked the ball towards the boy who caught it. "Thank you mister!" He said while Yuuken nodded in response. The boy made his way to his friends but stopped when he saw a gray-haired man walking with his lovely dog that resembled a wolf "Excuse me sir, can I pet your dog?" The boy asked "Sure!" The gray-haired man replied letting his dog sit to receive pats from the other boy. "COMING THROUGH!" A jogger with light green hair went by the two males huffing and puffing, determined to reach his goal.

"DUDE! COME ON!" A purple-haired boy accompanied with two more boys, one with Indigo hair and one with ocean blue hair like the flames of one of the hottest fire called the boy with the red-orange hair. Yuuken watched the people around him play, talk, and walk with each other as he went back to reading the book he brought. "Hey," a voice called stealing Yuuken's attention away from his book again. In front of him was a person he agreed to meet yesterday, the person who loved him, the woman he loved. "May I?" She looked at the empty space of the bench while Yuuken scooted to the side "Sure," he said with a smile. Sitting down, the girl leaned her head on his shoulder while Yuuken wrapped an arm around her. "You're early, I thought you'd be late," he said with a smile "I hurried, so that you won't wait," she replied with a chuckle kissing him on the cheek. "I love you," she said "I love you too," he replied kissing her on her temple.

If only... If only it was real....

Yuuken snapped out from his thoughts to see the same park and the same bench he was sitting on. The only difference is the people passing him are ones he can't grow a familiar feeling with.

Strangers... Too many strangers... Where are the others? Where's the woman I love? Where's my MC?!

Yes, he's on earth. What happened in Twisted Wonderland? Well, it's been four years since he got back but the memory of his return wasn't memorable at all. His parents greeted him in his room which is good but back in Twisted Wonderland MC was left behind. She let Yuuken go without the boy knowing she would stay.

Why? Why MC? Why didn't you tell me? Was I a burden? An obstacle for your goals? Weren't we on the same boat? I thought you loved me...

"Mother" His phone rang saying the text displayed on the screen. Snapping out from memory lane Yuuken picked the phone and answered it. "Yes mama?" He said through the phone.

"Yuuken? Are you still in the park? Can you come?"

"Oh okay, but why?" Yuuken asked wondering what his mom wanted. Maybe something happed? OH NO! What could it be?

"There's a woman who wants to see you,"

Yuuken's eyes widened. A woman? Sure he has female friends but they're all busy with their work right now, who could possibly be wanting to see him, maybe one of them were done with their work that they wanted to pay him a visit? "Oh? Who is it?" He asked and he would never forget the words his mother said, the name he never expected to hear from anyone, not even his parents.

"Her name is MC, she came to see you,"

Fin...

Oooomg and for a few seconds I thought you would punch some angst into my face orz I‘m so happy rn! Yuuken and MC are back together😭

#nanami answers #mcyuuken

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phoenixblack89 · 3 years

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Secret Crushes II : Trees and Tongues

So here it is the sequel to Secret Crushes. I got struck by inspiration earlier and just had to get it down straight away!

Warnings! - public sex, annoying siblings, strong language and delicious smut.

PART 1 Part 3

My wonderful lovelies - @autocon23 @fandomsaremykryponite @writingdeadangel @lilythemadqueen @boondoctorwho @darylsgirl @browneyes528

Letting out a yawn, you stretched and raised your arms over your head, smiling slightly as you recalled the events of the previous night.

You had sex with Murphy goddamn MacManus!

You still could barely believe it. He'd been so sweet and understanding when you had cried on his shoulder then there were his kisses that set a fire rushing through you you had never experienced before. And his hands! And his tongue against your skin!

Oh my god!

You shook your head as you pushed your way out of bed to have a quick shower before dressing for school. You bit your lip as you climbed into the shower, wondering if he'd talk to you at school or if he'd even acknowledge you in the slightest.

But then again, Sara was fucking his brother, the bitch, so maybe he would.

You still had a smile on your face as you skipped down the stairs and grabbed some breakfast, scowling slightly at the mess left over from the party. Your sister was so gonna get in trouble when your parents came home today. Sara grumbled as she joined you in the kitchen and started the coffee maker.

"Lil sis."

"Yea?" You answered, rolling your eyes behind her back.

"What's this?"

"Huh?"

Your eyes widened slightly as she tossed a belt onto the table. The buckle clanged loudly and Sara crossed her arms, smirking.

"If you can't tell what a belt is Sara, you might wanna go back to nursery school." You laughed, worrying inside if she was trying to somehow get you back for the interruption last night. Hell, it could be one of your dad's for all you knew. "It's dad's belt Sara. What's the issue?"

"If it's dad's belt then how did it 1. Get into the woods. And 2. Why’s it engraved with the initials MM?" She smirked, crossing her arms across her chest smugly.

"Fuck." You sigh quietly, leaning closer and sure enough there on the plain silver buckle were the letters MM.

Shit you thought He must not of remembered when you'd tossed it carelessly to the side in the rush to get dressed when his twin was about to come across you.

"Someone must of had fun last night in the woods. Why you asking me?" You asked, shrugging your shoulders.

"I know you came out of those woods with Murphy and Connor last night. Y/N... Please say you didn't sleep with that arsehole!"

"How fuckin dare you lecture me on who I can and can't sleep with!? And if he's an arsehole, what's that make Connor huh? You didn't seem to mind him filling ya hole!" You snapped, fists balling tightly.

"That's different and you know it!"

You scoff and grab your bag, storming out the back door and up the drive. Sara followed slightly behind you calling your name but you ignored her.

"Good morning lass!"

You paused at the gate and looked up into the blue eyes of Connor, who was smiling widely. You gave a slight twitch of your lips in reply and pulled the gate open as Murphy raised his hand in greeting from behind his brother. Your sister gave a girly giggle as she caught up with you and wrap her hands behind Connor's neck, pulling him into a long kiss. You glanced at Murphy, his eyes burning into yours. You felt yourself heating up and bit your lip.

"Oh Murphy! You left this last night. Found it out by the creek in the woods behind the barn." Sara laughed, tossing the belt towards the darker twin as she pulled away from Connor. Connor gave a snort as Murphy caught the belt and frowned. "Didn't take you for the love 'em and leave' em type. Must of been in quite the hurry to forget your belt."

"Erm..." Murphy stuttered, his cheeks bright red. You paled and glared at your sister as she pulled Connor down the lane towards the town. Murphy quickly stuffed the belt into his bag and waited for you to start walking.

You trailed behind your sister and Connor, keeping your eyes downwards as the pair began shamelessly flirting and kissing and generally being all lovey dovey. You felt your anger rising towards your sister as well as a flare of jealousy. Murphy bit his lip and glanced at the older siblings in front of him before making up his mind.

You gave a slight squeak as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the side of the road, smirking at Connor as he looked back over his shoulder; who gave a chuckle and a returning smirk, and pulled you into the woods edging along the side.

You gave a sharp gasp as he pushed you up against a tree after a few minutes of wandering deeper into the woods. His hands found your hips as he leaned his head against yours.

"Murphy... We'll be late for school..." You sighed breathlessly as your chest heaved in excitement. His eyes glowed with desire as he closed the distance between you to smash his lips against yours. You gulped and kissed him back just as frantically, your hands gripping onto his biceps tightly.

You gasped as his lips lay a burning path along your jaw and found the hickey from last night and began licking and biting at it once more, darkening it from a pale purple to an almost black hue against your skin. You moaned as his fingers dipped under your skirt and ran along your thighs.

"Murphy!"

"Yea beautiful?" He replied, the fingers of his other hand toying with the buttons of your blouse and slowly opening them for his wandering mouth. "Ye taste like heaven..."

"We... We... Oh god...." You shivered as his tongue began working a nipple through the soft fabric of your bra, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud. Your hips thrust against his hand involuntarily in want.

You felt him smirk against your chest as he lowered himself to his knees. You glanced down at him and he smirked before flipping your skirt up over his head and tugged your panties down to your ankles.

"Murphy... What are you doing?!" You gasp in shock, feeling his breath ghost over your core heavily.

"Told ye last night. Was gonna eat ye when I next saw ye."

"Holy SHIT!" You shriek as his tongue brushed lightly over your clit, hands flying to grab his head as he begins to lightly flick his tongue. You groaned and panted heavily, his hand gripped your hip tightly as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming sensations.

Murphy gave a gentle chuckle deep in his throat and cupped your sex gently, feeling how slick you were becoming from his tongue alone before slowly pushing a single finger into your core. His lips wrapped tightly around your clit and began sucking and tugging on it as his finger thrust in and out slowly. You gave a quiet moan, teeth digging into your lip as pleasure began to coil in your stomach. You felt Murphy smirk around your clit as he thrust another finger into you and curled them in a beckoning motion.

Your eyes rolled back as the pleasant feeling doubled inside you and your hands grabbed tighter onto his shaggy, dark hair. Your breaths came out in pants as he worked you with his mouth and tongue, head flung back against the bark of the tree behind you.

Murphy hummed deeply as your thighs began to quiver around his head and he raised one of them to his shoulder and wrapped it around his neck. The new angle allowing him to plunge his fingers into you deeper, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

You gave a loud groan as your nails scraped against Murphy's scalp and your hips began thrusting against his face.

"Oh God! M- M- Murphy! Please..." You gasped, sweat trickling down your neck, you were so very close.

"Cum fer me, auriolus... That's it." He whispered, his hot breath blowing over your sensitive spot before he resumed his attention to your swollen clit. A few strong licks and sucks had you melting against him as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rushed over you. Your chest heaved as your heart raced, your breaths heavy and body feeling totally relaxed and tingly.

Murphy gave a soft sweet kiss to your clit as he pulled away. You glanced down and gave him a lazy smile, his chin glistening with your slick. He smirked as he pulled your leg from his shoulder and stood slowly. His eyes dark with lust and gave you a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

A strange tangy taste. Not unpleasant but not something you could see yourself loving.

You both panted as you pulled away.

"Murphy... Please, I..."

"Y/N!? MURPHY?! WHERE YOU TWO GO!?" Your sister yelled, sounding distinctly enraged.

Murphy knelt quickly and pulled your panties back up and brushed down your skirt as you buttoned your blouse up. Your sister and Connor's footsteps growing closer to you. Murphy wiped his chin and fluffed his hair lightly before pulling you into a hug and kissing your neck sweetly.

"Seriously man! This is the second time I found ye in the woods together!" Connor sighed, stopping behind you. Your eyes met his and you did not quite understand the look in them. Something dark and almost angry as he glanced up and down your figure, taking in your mussed, stuck up hair and flushed face, the slightly awkward grip you had on his brother's bicep, the reddened skin along your neck where Murphy has been sucking and nipping at your skin moments ago. You averted your gaze as your cheeks blushed a deep red, chewing on your lip nervously.

"Fuck’s sake Con! Can't I have a few minutes to do summit fer a friend?"

"Friends don't fuck each other Murphy MacManus! You keep your hands off my baby sister!" Sara interrupted, grabbing you and pulling you away from the darker twin and out of the woods. "I TOLD you to stay away from him. He's not a good guy Y/N."

"Fuck off Sara. Don't try the big sister routine with me when you're fucking his twin." You snap back, storming away towards the school in the distance, her and the twins voices calling after you as you ran.

Trust your sister to ruin your mood.

Today was going to be one of those days.

#normanreedus #smutty goodness #murphy x reader #murphy macmanus fanfiction #murphy macmanus smut #bds smut #Bds fanfiction #boondock saints fanfiction #boondock saints smut #PhoenixBWrites #Secret Crushes

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iladkaren · 2 years

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INDEBTED #2

Pairing: Mafia!Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genres: Fluff, Romance, Violence, Drama, Mafia AU

Summary: He’s coming for revenge. Or is he?

Background music: Poison Love by Dreamcatcher

A/N: OKAY, LADIES AND GERMS! Jung Hoseok got me f****d up during MMA 2020, especially the Dynamite dance break. I mean, c’mon! How can you not?! Look at him! Hobi, please stay in your lane! I have to be loyal to Jin. Huhuhu. Also, stan Dreamcatcher!

One week has gone after the horrible episode with the enigmatic stranger. When I got home that night, he was gone, and the blanket was nicely folded on the couch. Fortunately, he did not steal anything.

Everything returned to normal after that. Well, nearly normal, since Hye-jin had recently been estranged from me.

I felt awful about lying to her, but how could I explain it?

I'll find the proper time, but not today. I moaned in exasperation, hoping that the day would pass in a flash. I've been wanting to take a bubble bath recently.

I heard the entrance bell ring as I was washing down the coffee machine. I turned around instinctively because I was assigned to the front counter today.

My heart stopped beating. The customer in front of me resembled the intriguing man from the previous week. Except he didn't look dirty or bloodied this time; he looked spotless. So beautiful and well-dressed. His dark hair was combed back. His brow was completely exposed. He was dressed in a purple suit with rolled-up sleeves to his elbows and two buttons undone.

I observed that the customers, especially the girls, were staring at him. I can't say I blame them. If I had been in their shoes, I would have done the same.

He was leaning on the counter, waiting for me to say something. "Can I take your order, please?" I stumbled.

He smiled slowly. "I'm actually here for the first time. Do you have any suggestions?" With a sly grin, he inquired. He seemed to be mocking me.

"How about our Iced Caramel Macchiato or the Caramel Frappuccino?" I responded, hoping to seem professional enough.

He locked his stare on me for a few moments. I became aware of my surroundings as a result of his scrutiny. "What is your favorite beverage?" He stressed.

What?

Did he just ask for my favorite drink?

That has never been done by a customer. This is awkward. "I guess it depends..." Oh, that's for sure awkward. To be honest, I don't have a preference. It all depends on the day and the attitude.

"Ah, I see." He responded. He reached into his wallet and took out a black credit card. A. Card. In. Black. This man is truly wealthy, and here I thought he was just some random monster out for vengeance on me. "I'll get both."

I took his credit card and swiped it. "Could you please tell me your name?" As I returned his card, I asked him awkwardly. He came to a halt at his motions. "For the orders." Just in case he got the wrong notion, I immediately added.

"It's too bad you've already forgotten about me." He laughed. Oh, no, he's not going to let it go. He smirked at me and went to the other side of the counter to wait for his drinks before I could finish my sentence.

I turned around to get his beverages ready. I was so focused on making his drink that I jumped a little when Wheein delicately tapped my arm. "Who is he?" She muttered as she pretended to mix the sugar and milk.

"I'm not sure. Just a regular customer." As I averted my gaze from her, I said.

“Really?” She inquired with skepticism. "He appears to be some sort of celebrity."

He does, in fact. He could pass for an idol. Or perhaps a CEO.

I tried peeking over my shoulder to see if he was still leaning on the counter. He was staring at me intently. I instantly averted my gaze.

I was aware of it. He's plotting my demise. I sped up my work. I shifted my weight to face him. "All right, here you go!" I tried to be as upbeat as possible. I'm hoping he doesn't see right through me. "One Caramel Frappuccino and one Iced Caramel Macchiato for...Hoseok." As I brought out his beverages, I avoided his sight.

He attempted to hold back his laughter. "Thanks." He said before accepting the Iced Caramel Macchiato and beginning to walk away.

I scowled. He'd forgotten about his other drink! "Uhm! You left your other drink!" I screamed. I hadn't noticed how loud it was until Byul-yi, who was serving a table on the far right, stared at me with confusion.

Hoseok turned around, sipping his drink, and replied, "It's yours." And with that, he was out of the cafe.

In shock, my mouth hung open. Did he really order a drink for me? No way, this isn't true. This is most likely his way of expressing thank you? A 'thank you' for saving his life while he was on the verge of dying.

I had been staring at the drink for who knows how long when I felt someone grasp my arm and bring me into the break room. "Who was he?! And don't you attempt to deceive me!" Hye-jin made a gesture with her finger.

No, Y/n, don't lie this time. "He's a friend." I took a gulp. Hye-jin looked perplexed. "I met him just a few weeks ago." I didn't go into any greater detail.

"Wasn't he the one you found injured?" Hye-jin inquired, suspiciously.

She's a sharpshooter, for sure. "...what?" I pretended to be perplexed.

"Do you honestly think I believe you seeing an injured cat and bringing it to the animal shelter when you're allergic to cats?" She made a deadpan.

Shit! Y/N, how can you be so stupid? "Please keep this a secret."

"Why? Is he bothering you?" Hye-jin inquired, concerned.

"NO!" Not yet, at least. I believe. "I just think he's someone that shouldn't be trifled with." That is correct. I could still hear his frightening remarks in my head. "He hasn't done anything to me yet, though. I really don't want to deal with folks like them in the future."

"What kind of people are they?" Hye-jin inquired, perplexed.

"He appears to be rather powerful." I responded. "I think we should get back to work." I smiled reassuringly at Hye-jin. "I'm alright, believe me." I softly squeezed her arm as I exited the break room and returned to the front counter.

I wished it was the last time I saw him. Hoseok.

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Yongsun changed the sign to "Closed" after cleaning up the cafe. We were all exhausted from the day. Specifically, me. Hye-jin did not ask me any further questions after that; she pretended as if our earlier talk in the break room had not occurred. That's great news.

"Oh, my goodness!" I overheard Wheein exclaim. I followed her point of view.

My pupils dilated. That very moment. Hoseok. In a Mercedes Benz, no less. Standing in front of the cafe, waiting. He had already locked his gaze on us. Specifically aimed towards me. I crept behind Yongsun and hid. Hoseok took a confident step towards us. "Good evening, hello. Can we assist you? We're no longer open."

"I'm aware." Hoseok answered arrogantly. "Actually, I'm here for Y/N."

What's going on? Me? Huh?! I never told him my name.

I peered around Yongsun's back. He was already staring at me, much to my astonishment. I shuddered. There was something about his stare that made me pause in my motions.

"What exactly do you want from her?" Hye-jin, the ever-vigilant best friend.

Hye-hostile jin's tone didn't seem to bother Hoseok. He simply smiled sweetly at her. "I've come to ask her on a date."

#bts #jung hoseok #kim yong sun #moon byulyi #jung wheein #ahn hye jin #reader #hoseok x reader #hoseok x y/n #hoseok x you #mafia au

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airi-p4 · 3 years

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Love in the sky

I wrote this for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers LBSC Sprint challenge - Meet cute week event and, once again, I got carried away and broke all the rules. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Prompt: Sitting next to each other on the plane.

Summary: Marinette is going to NY on an international flight for the first time. What she doesn’t know is that the one seated next to her is the popular new band Kitty Section’s guitarist: Luka Couffaine.

Thank you @livrever for checking it for me 💙

AO3

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Marinette rushed through the aisle of the plane. She couldn’t believe she almost missed it! her first international trip to the US! Stupid alarm! Of course she was tired. She was so nervous she couldn’t sleep all night… until 5AM… and the plane departed at 10AM… and obviously she had to oversleep. *sigh*

Running, tripping and spinning on her feet, she finally searched for her seat. 38B - aisle seat. Her pink polka dotted suitcase was heavy, but thanks to the cabin attendant she could finally put it inside the overhead bin, while her backpack rested under the seat in front of her. All set, she let her weight fall on the seat at last and let out a deep breath as she fastened her seatbelt.

The doors of the plane closed, and the PA message started: Welcome on board… Security instructions… Marinette wasn’t listening. Her legs were uncontrollably shaking, and her fingers were fidgeting with the laces of her hoodie.

Those nerves and stress couldn’t be healthy.

She examined her surroundings, and, next to her, someone was sleeping. Someone, who appeared to be a young man, with a sleeping eye mask and a face mask on, messy blue hair showing under a knit hat and a blanket covering his body. Overall, it didn't give much more information about her plane's seat neighbor. Not wanting to wake him up, she focused on the rest of the passengers instead. Why were all of them so quiet when she felt her heart could burst out of her chest anytime?

The plane started its runaway and Marinette closed her eyes tightly when it raised from the lane. Once in the air, she started breathing again, but her heart was still beating fast.

"First time on a plane?" a masculine voice beside her asked.

She turned to her side, and looked at the person seated next to her. His eye mask was over his head now, and she could see his blue eyes clearly, while his blue bangs partly covered his eyebrows.

“Y- yes!” she squeaked.

“You’re making me nervous too. Calm down, it’s going to be ok” he assured.

“I- I know!" She said, but her body wasn’t obeying. “I’m sorry...”

The young man sighed. “Look, I’ve been on a plane many times. It’s safe. Why don’t you try to sleep? It’s going to be a long flight.”

“I- I can’t! I’m too nervous! I’ve never traveled alone before, plus my career depends on this trip! I can’t stay calm!”

“Why don’t you try listening to some music, then? It always helps me relax” the young man offered her a sympathetic look.

“Music…?” she blinked. ‘It could work’.

She plugged the earphones and put them in her ears. Then, she scrolled through the music programs on the touch screen in front of her. Classical music? For some reason, it only made it worse. Country music? Not her style. XY? Hell, no. Her eyes stopped at the name of a fairly new band: “Kitty Section”. She played the video called: “Kitty Section's Paris Live Concert”.

“Good choice” the man next to her said when the title started showing on the screen.

Marinette had heard about the band called Kitty Section. They had featured in most of her favorite magazines after they won Eurovision several months ago, but she wasn't familiar with their music. In less than a minute, she was hooked and forgot completely about her surroundings or her nerves.

“Wow!” she mumbled, mesmerized, and the man next to her let out a snicker.

The music was amazing- the rock vibes, their stage presence, the vocalists’ cuteness and high ranged voice, the accurate and insane drums, the gorgeous purple haired bassist… all of them sounded incredible. But the guitarist… the blue haired guitarist was extraordinary- unbelievably good. Not only talented, but also powerful, charismatic and incredibly handsome.

“They’re good, huh?” The man beside her commented and she nodded. She could tell he was smiling under his face mask. She nodded in agreement.

“I had never heard them properly before but damn- they are incredible” Marinette answered, and he laughed. Her fingers tapped rhythmically, following the beat of the song. “But…" she continued, observing. "I think they could do better. There’s a margin of improvement,” she said with judging eyes.

“Oh, really? How?” The blue-eyed man asked, curious, resting his elbow on the arm rest to get a closer look.

“The costumes,” Marinette pointed out. Then, she reached her backpack under her feet and took out a sketchbook and a pen and started drawing. “The outfits could be improved if they added this, and this” she signaled. “And this-” She kept scribbling while the blue-haired man observed and listened to her suggestions. “And ta-da! Wouldn’t they look even better if they were like this?” She proudly showed him her designs, only to realize she was being embarrassing towards a stranger. “Ah, sorry- I got carried away…” She apologized. But the man took the sketchbook in his hands.

“Let me see,” he said, and she saw how his eyes examined every detail of her drawings. She gulped nervously. It felt like her skills were being tested. But the man took his face mask off and smiled. “Wow, that’s impressive. Fresh, charismatic, unique- and perfectly according to the band's style. I love them" he returned her the sketchbook. "You’re very talented. Are you famous? Do you take commissions?” He asked, and she looked at him speechless.

“I- I’m still a no-one… Is it really impressive?” She looked at him and blushed at the compliment.

“Yes, I think so. What would you do with this outfit?” He asked, showing him a photo of the same band on his smartphone. Her inspiration overflowed as she kept drawing and explaining her ideas. They kept discussing costumes and visual aspects of the band and chatted comfortably for a long time.

"I think Rose should go with something more… daring, bolder. She looks innocent but she's fierce inside. Of course, cuteness is her main trait, so I think she should combine both" she explained, coloring her design with colored pencils. "I think something like this would be perfect for her" she showed him her sketchbook and he was impressed. “As for Juleka-” She continued, turning to a blank page. “She’s so beautiful. I wish she didn’t cover her face so much, even if the mystery look is really attractive too…" She stopped drawing for a moment to admire the bassist on the screen. "Gosh- She's so gorgeous! I wish I was that beautiful” she commented.

“I think you’re even more beautiful than her, you know?” The blue-haired man casually said, and she shyly blushed with a 'no way' frantic arms movements. “What about the guitarist?” he asked, raising an eyebrow with a smug smile.

“Luka Couffaine? OH LORD SHOW MERCY- Have you seen him? And his eyeliner? It should be ILLEGAL to be this HOT” She said, convinced.

“Hmmm… So you like him, huh?” He teased, his smile widening.

“Who doesn’t, really?” She shrugged. “He’s literally the SEXIEST man alive. His eye contact with the camera could kill! Oh, and whenever he gets shirtless on stage or photoshoots? GOD- I almost get a nosebleed EVERY FREAKING TIME! He's TOO DAMN HOT" She fanned herself at the image. "Don’t you agree?" She asked and he blinked twice. "You like him too, right? You have so many photos of them in your phone! I bet he’s making you question your sexuality too, like he does with all my friends! How could anyone resist those blue eyes and his manly features, his soft looking blue hair and- his tattoos..." She looked away from her seat neighbor's blue piercing eyes, and focused at the smartphone screen again, to a close-up photo of Kitty Section’s guitarist. "How did you get these close-up casual photos...?” she asked, and then she noticed the tattoo on his neck. She looked back and forth at the man seated next to her and the one in the picture. ‘It couldn't be, right…?’ And at that moment, when he had a knowing smile on his face- one she knew too well-, she realized who he was seated next to on the plane. Her eyes opened as big as plates and she overheated. He was smirking amusingly at her reaction. “You- You- You are-? Lu-Lu-Luk- It can’t be…”

He nodded to confirm her suspicions and her jaw fell to the floor. “Hi. I think I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Luka. But I think you already know that. It’s nice to meet you.” He chuckled, straightening his hand for a handshake.

“Oh God, kill me now...” She mumbled, sinking on the table. Luka snickered.

“What’s your name?”

“Ma-Ma-Marinette… I mean- Marinette!” She felt his eyes on her and panicked. “Excuse me- I- I need a moment... This- This is too much- Oh My God...” She stood up and rushed to the end of the plane, not without tripping twice on her way there.

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While Marinette was gone, the two ladies in front of Luka and Marinette’s seats turned to Luka. “Having fun?” They smirked, knowingly. He was chuckling, having real trouble to keep his laugh from escaping.

“Oh, God, Yes. This is so much fun." He wiped the tears that were forming on his eyes. "I think I’ve found our potential new costume designer” he continued laughing under his nose.

“Only that? I think there’s more...” Juleka smirked, and Rose giggled in agreement by her side. He couldn't deny it: his sister was totally right.

Behind Luka's seat, Kitty Section's drummer, Ivan and his girlfriend Mylene had been enjoying the show the blue-eyed pair had been giving. It was definitely more entertaining than any movie. It would have been perfect if they had popcorn to accompany their fortunate first row seats to the hilarious show. They also approved Marinette's designs.

Luka took the chance Marinette wasn't there to freely stand up, go talk to their managers and stretch his legs for a bit.

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Back at the end of the plane, Marinette drank some juice and moved to the bathroom. She was panicking in front of the mirror, talking to herself.

“OH. MY. GOD. I’m seated next to Luka Couffaine! For at least… 5 hours more!? And I just called him hot! And- And- he said I’m beautiful and talented! And- Oh my God, he asked me for commissions, right? This can’t be real- I-" her feet wiggled uncontrollably and she let out a long squeak. "Ahh… Calm down, Marinette! He’s human- A sexy human, but still human! He’s famous but very friendly, kind and nice. And fun! It’s going to be alright. Just- Avoid his eyes. That’s it. It’s dangerous. Don’t fall in love. You’re not a teenager anymore, you’re over that stage, right? Only a few hours more. You can do it. I CAN DO IT!” She convinced herself with a confident nod and returned to her seat, only to find Luka was gone.

She looked for him from her seat, at her surroundings, but he was nowhere to be found. She sighed in both relief and sadness as she seated.

For some reason, she was missing him. Which was stupid, considering they had just met! But his company was certainly enjoyable... And, moreover, it was FUN. More than she ever remembered having. And not only because she was passionate about fashion or music. It had to do with his aura, his personality, his gentle manners- just... Luka.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be back in a moment” A voice said from in front of her. “My brother is stupid, but he’s a decent person. Treat him well” The purple haired lady winked, beside a petit blond lady.

“Jul-!” She covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from yelling her name. “And Rose-!?” 'Oh, no! They might have heard what I said too!' She panicked again and the ladies giggled amused.

“Ignore my sister and her girlfriend” Luka returned, and her face flustered when she noticed how tall and well built he was (not that she didn't know that, but it hit differently in first person). “Can I get back to my seat?” He politely asked, pointing at the window seat.

“Ah-! Yes! Of course!” She stood up so suddenly she tripped and fell on Luka’s chest. She immediately moved away in embarrassment, falling back instead, and Luka had to hold her again to avoid her imminent fall. “I’m sorry!”

“Are you ok?” He asked in concern, and she shyly nodded. Luka reluctantly let go of her and returned to his seat and Marinette settled back to hers.

Wait- Was that a blush on his face?

“Here” Luka offered her an envelope. “I don’t know what your plans in NY are but, here’s a VIP pass to our concert next Sunday. There’s also our contact card inside. I want you to consider the idea of working for us. Your costumes are impressive. We discussed it, and we want you in our team” Marinette had no words- totally speechless. Could she be this lucky? “What do you say?” Luka asked with a hopeful tender smile that made her weak.

“I- I’ll think about it. And- Oh God- I’ll totally be there for your concert” She blushed and Luka smiled kindly at her. Suddenly, she started searching inside her backpack, and took out a business card she offered him. “This is my contact. I- I have a fashion event next Monday. I would love you to come, if you can make it. Send me an email and I’ll get you some passes”

“Wow! That's impressive. I'll try to make it. Thank you, Marinette”

Marinette could hear her heart beating faster. No looking in his eyes, dammit. They kept talking for a while, enjoying their time together until they fell asleep out of exhaustion, Marinette’s head resting on Luka’s shoulder. He woke up earlier than her, but didn’t have the heart to wake her up until lunchtime. She looked like she really needed that rest.

When he left half of his lunch untouched, Marinette scolded him. “You have to eat! You’re too thin! Those abs and arms need consistency! Proteins!” She pointed at a photo of him shirtless and flustered again in embarrassment in realization. “Ah-”

Gosh- it really was fun, Luka thought, chucking. It was hard not to laugh out loud. Everything flowed so naturally it was unbelievable.

Damn. He didn’t want the plane to ever land.

“Marinette” he called, during their coffee time, and she looked back at him, redness still on her cheeks. “The plane will land soon but- Even if you don’t accept our offer… Is it possible for us to meet again? Out of business? Like this?”

Marinette flustered at his implications. “Do- Do you mean-?”

“A date. Would you go on a date with me, Marinette? Or just as friends, if you prefer. I like you, and I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun with anyone else” He took Marinette’s pen and one of his ‘Kitty Section’ contact cards and wrote something behind it. “These are my personal telephone number and email. We'll be in NY until Friday next week. It would make me very happy if you contact me, whenever you prefer, anytime” He said, securing the card in her hands.

Marinette blushed, looked at the card with glowing eyes, and then at his honest loving stare. Was it even possible that the man everyone was gushing about was asking her out? But this had nothing to do with his stage persona. Luka was someone she more than enjoyed spending time with. Naturally, quietly, assuring… She had no doubts about her answer.

“I want to meet you again, too” she stated, and wrote her personal number under his wristband. “I’m free on Wednesday” she shyly smiled, and his smile widened.

“Wednesday is it, then. I'll manage to find the time. Just for you." He smiled happily and only then she realized how deep she had fallen.

Ah- she hadn't wanted to fall in love. What a way to fail her own determination… But she couldn't complain, not at all.

And he felt the same way.

Luka and Marinette's hands locked together, and they lost themselves in each other’s eyes, smiling at each other.

“Why don’t you kiss her already, dumbass?” Juleka called, and Marinette blushed. “He won’t kiss you if you don’t give him proper permission, you know? He’s very considerate despite his looks. Tell him already”

“Jules… Why don’t you mind your business and make out with Rose instead?” He shushed his sister and Rose giggled, embracing Juleka. Luka returned his attention to Marinette. “Sorry about that”

“It’s ok… I-” She started, looking at his thin lips. “Will you kiss me if I want to? Because I think I do...”

“You do?” he asked, and she shyly nodded and he smiled softly, making her heart flutter.

She closed her eyes and he leaned closer to give her a sweet kiss on her cheek. She pouted a little, in disappointment, but he told her that, if she really wanted to kiss him, that would be the perfect excuse to meet him again and make it more special, like a beautiful lady like her deserved. Marinette understood his reasoning and agreed with it, despite the slight disappointment she felt she would have to wait a few days to get the chance to kiss him. Nevertheless, both of them happily smiled while their fingers remained interlaced, chatting and enjoying their time together the rest of the flight, until the plane landed and they had to unavoidably say their farewells.

“Thank you for everything, Luka. I forgot how scared I was of planes thanks to you and- I’ll see you soon?”

“I really hope so. I still owe you something, right?" He winked and she blushed happily. Luka gave her a final discreet and quick kiss on her knuckles. "Gosh- I miss you already...” He added, and Marinette felt the urge to cry. She dropped her bag to hold him in a needed embrace. He gladly reciprocated her gesture. Despite neither wanting to separate, they forced themselves to. "I hope I see you soon, Marinette"

"Me too, Luka…" she wiped her tears and waved, as the band started walking away.

When the arrivals doors opened and all the camera flashes blinded her, she understood why Kitty Section members always wore sunglasses in airports. They were more popular than she could have expected. She understood why he had refused to kiss her outside of the plane, but he still saluted her before disappearing in the multitude of fans and paparazzis.

On the other side, Sabrina, Audrey Bourgeois’ assistant, waited for her. She had almost forgotten about her own business. But now, she found the motivation she had lacked. If she was willing to be with Luka, she had to become the best. She wanted to make a name of herself, more than ever. And her meeting with Luka certainly boosted her confidence.

Unexpectedly, her trip to NY had already become one of her most memorable experiences yet. And it had just started! She couldn't wait to spend the rest of the week in the city.

#my fic #airipyon #airip4 #lbsc sprint fic #lbsc sprint fic challenge #LBSC sprint challenge #lukanette fic #Pro LukaMari #endgame lukanette #nevermind the title- i'm super bad at them #I kinda want to write part 2 #but I don't need more WIPs ;v;#I need to finish them instead Dammit XD

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mostlymaudlin · 3 years

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wip ______day

i havent done a wip thing in a bit bc ive been stupid busy and my writing has been messy and not very snip-able. but i just found this thing i was working on a while ago that exists in the nothing equals the splendor universe (aka gbbo au). the working title is "instagram husband" which makes me laugh. no spoilers for the fic except that like ya... simon and baz end up together. big surprise lmfao.

thx to everyone whos been tagging me in things even tho i havent been sharing -- i always want to see ur stuff! here's some shep POV.

I lean over Baz’s shoulder as he scrolls through the photos he took, marking the best shots with a heart so he can find them later.

“These are great,” I say. “You’re a good photographer.”

“I’ve got an easy subject,” Baz says, smirking. Simon has stopped paying attention. He’s trying to choose between a purple bowling ball and a black one with silver sparkles.

“Actually, Simon usually looks like shit in photos.” I say it loudly enough for Simon to hear. He looks over his shoulder, laughing. “He’s always doing a weird thing with his eyes. Or moving so much that he’s blurry.”

“Penny says I’m made to be seen in motion,” Simon says, lining up at the top of the lane. “That’s why she thought television would be good for me.”

Baz tilts his head to the side, considering. Then he opens up the Instagram app and puts the camera on the Boomerang function. He starts recording as Simon winds up, capturing the moment Simon releases the ball in a smooth, repeating loop. It looks sick — the flashing neon lights of the bowling alley catch in Simon’s hair and in the sparkles on his ball. His eyes are determined, but his lips are quirked up in a little smile.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Simon pouting up at the scoreboard. He didn’t get a strike this time. Good. That was starting to get freaky. But Baz and I are ignoring his mini tantrum, transfixed by the Boomerang looping back and forth on his phone.

“Penelope Bunce is a genius,” Baz says, saving the Boomerang and starting a new post on Simon’s account. I smile, patting him on the shoulder.

“Cheers to that.”

anyway, i was reminded of this because i'm writing a different scene where baz takes simon's photo rn. and also im soft for bake off universe, so even tho i don't think i'll get to finishing this for a while (there's a tricky bit of the narrative that i don't have the inspiration to fix yet), i wanted to give these versions of the characters some love n appreciation haha

tagging some ppl whose enthusiasm for this verse kept me going when i was working on this fic hahaha - @tea-brigade @urban-sith @palimpsessed @sillyunicorn @knitbelove @facewithoutheart i lov u all dearly

#my writing #simon is really fucking good at bowling guys #and baz sucks :)

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yoditorian · 3 years

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a law divine - 1

soulmate au!ezra/reader

this is solely the fault of one single anon who called out something i put in the tags and now it’s a whole universe but you know what?? it’s the love of my life. anon i hope u see this 💛 i also just want to say i know there isn’t A Lot of soulmate talk in this one but it’s important for the narrative okay bear with me

playlist // series masterlist // main masterlist

word count: 7.2k (a Big Boy)

warnings: swearing, my usual allusions to smut bc we keep things neutral in this house, brief food/alcohol mentions, 18+ please no babies

It might be the ugliest ship you’ve ever seen.

Not that you’re really one to judge, the one you charter out when you’re running point on a job is a mismatched patchwork of rusty panels held together with electrical tape and hope. If there’s the slightest possibility you might be a teeny tiny bit disappointed in it, it’s only because agency jobs are usually a little cushier. A little safer for once. You could do with a bit safer.

Your family might prefer a lot safer, but you’d sooner take your chances in open space without a suit than take a job working scrapyards. At least risking your life on digs gets a decent payout.

“You the danger mouse?”

It’s not an accent you hear often on the Pug, the majority of the station’s population is human, but you turn with a smile to meet the bright purple eyes of the Thanne. Armour-strong scales and sharp teeth, but he seems kind and mild mannered despite his clear predatory biology. You nod as you readjust the pack on your shoulders.

“I’m Iras.” He holds his hand out to you. A distinctly human gesture made a little awkward by the sharp edged scales and extra fingers, but you shake it nonetheless. He’s your captain for this job after all. You wonder where a Thanne became so well versed in human custom, the species as a whole tend to keep to themselves instead of branching out into the universe like so many others, until his crew members appear on the boarding ramp.

Iras gestures to each of them in turn. Summer, a blonde woman with dark skin and a kind smile, and Milo, an older man with a swirling tattoo above his left eyebrow that matches the navy blue of his eyes.

“Is it just us?” You ask. You could have sworn there was a fifth name on the manifest you’d been forwarded, but teams are always subject to change. You just hope you’ll have your own room.

“Ezra always leaves things down to the wire, he’ll show up right before we’re due to push out.” Summer laughs fondly, throwing an arm around your shoulders like she’s known you her whole life. You’re usually a little wary with brand new teams but the way she’s already chatting away makes you feel at home. The last agency job you were sent on got dicey, fast, somehow you’re sure the same won’t happen with this lot.

“There he is.” Milo leans out of the ship to point out into the docks.

You turn to see a man sauntering through the throngs of harvesters towards the ship, and it’s odd. The rest of the crowd seems to melt away as he closes the distance, even the weight of Summer’s arm on your shoulders feels not quite there. You take the moment to study him. He looks all business with his dark hair and his charcoal grey shirt and the neat pack slung over his shoulder, but his pants and boots have seen better days and the streak of blonde at his temple makes you smile. It’s nice to finally be with a crew without a single stuffy addition.

“It’s not often I get to congregate with like-minded souls.” He grins when he’s in earshot, a flash of something feline in his eyes. You don’t want to admit that you like it.

“Like-minded?” You tilt your head at him as you follow Summer up the ramp and into the ship. Ezra slips in behind you just as it starts to raise. Just like the others said.

“We’ve all got the same death wish, Sunspot.”

The launch, at least, is smooth despite the beaten up ship and it’s only about twenty minutes before you’re far enough from the Pug to punch a lane to the next system over. At least it isn’t far, there’s only a day between now and making planetfall. Somehow, you’re not surprised to find that it’s more of a barracks and bunk beds situation rather than each having a private quarters. Last time you were hired by the agency, you definitely got your own room. But it gives you a chance to chat with the others as you unpack.

Milo explains the air isn’t breathable, so he’ll need to double check to make sure everyone’s filters are running at capacity. But he reassures you that it’s a comfortable temperature, so it’s good to know you won’t be sweltering in your suits or freezing your asses off.

You pick the bed on the wall beside the door, taking out a few essentials from your pack and tucking the rest safely away in the storage compartment. Just as he did back at the docks, Ezra is the last to find his way to the room. He settles his things on the bunk opposite yours because the universe has it out for you, apparently.

“Did I hear one of them call you the danger mouse?”

You struggle not to roll your eyes at the nickname awarded to anyone stupid enough to do your job, although admittedly he doesn’t sound like he knows why. You offer him your name instead and pretend the way he rolls it around in his mouth doesn’t send a shock right down to your bones. You’re not in the habit of sleeping with colleagues, not until the job’s over at least. But you’d be lying if you said you’re not tempted.

“They call me in when a site’s unstable but too profitable to close.” You answer, tugging your sleeves up as the climate control settles to a comfortable temperature.

Ezra raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue, and you pull off your gloves. They land on your thin mattress as you hold your hands out between you. Not even the slightest twitch.

“Steadiest hands on the Pug.”

“So they are.” There’s a challenge in his voice that threatens to send a shiver up your spine. It’s clear he doesn’t doubt your skill in the field, but the return of that glint in his eye from the docks has you wondering exactly what else he’s thinking about as he studies your hands. It’s not hard to work out.

It’s been so long since you had to travel out of the system, you forgot how much inter-system lanes can fuck with the human brain. You’re half asleep for the thirty minutes you spend sorting your things for the morning, barely enough energy to change into the sweatpants and ratty t-shirt you call pyjamas, before you crawl into bed and settle down almost immediately.

Only you don’t get to sleep for as long as you’d like. The rest of the crew seem to have filtered in after you, the shift of sheets and snores float through the dimmed room. Except, it’s not just that. There’s shuffling and bed creaking from further down the line of bunks. A hushed giggle sounds in the silence and-

Oh god. Oh no.

They’re not. They can’t be, they- they are.

You’re very awake all of a sudden, eyes wide as you keep them firmly on the ceiling and wishing as hard as you can for an alarm to start beeping or something. Anything to get whoever’s banging Summer to stop. A deep voice hushes her when she laughs again. Iras. Knowing is somehow worse. The mechanics- you don’t even want to think about it.

You turn onto your side slowly, but loud enough to hint that maybe they should find somewhere else for their escapades, and fold your pillow around your head as a kind of makeshift set of earmuffs. Whether they’ve quieted down or it muffles the noise, you’re not sure, but it seems to have worked enough. You catch Ezra’s eye in the almost-darkness, much in the same position as he holds his pillow over his own ears.

It’s embarrassing for the both of you, even as you share a conspiratorial look. But somehow, it’s less awkward to have to hear Iras and Summer going at it when you know he’s awake. He winces when a particularly loud squeak echoes through the room, and it takes everything in you not to bust out laughing. You fall asleep again eventually, making faces at Ezra in the dark until neither of you can keep your eyes open anymore.

You’re surprisingly well rested come the morning, when the whole ship jolts as it punches into the system and you’re almost thrown out of bed. So much so that it’s easy to forget that you woke up at all until you shuffle into the main living compartment of the ship. One of the crates by the wall has been cracked open, Milo hands out granola bars for breakfast.

Summer and Iras are sitting in the same chair, feeding each other, and it might be cute if you’d been awake longer and hadn’t been woken up by their activities in the middle of the night. You slump into a free chair, face twisted in disgust for a moment. You’re pretty sure nobody else sees until Ezra laughs and drops into the seat beside you. They’re nice people, from how they took you as a friend immediately, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s just a bit much for your perpetually single heart to take.

“It’s a week-long job, they can’t take a break?” You watch as they finally pry themselves apart to start, you know, actually working. But not without a genuinely gross kiss that definitely toes the line of public decency. Suddenly the half-eaten bar in your hand isn’t all that appealing anymore.

“Soulmates take no breaks, Sunspot. I’m sure yours would be hard pressed to be anywhere but in bed with you whenever they get the chance.” Ezra winks and it takes you a moment to remember where you are. A glance at the pair makes your new knowledge obvious, the way they seem to be touching, even now, on opposite sides of the room.

“I’m not sure I believe in all that red string stuff.”

Once the ship is safely landed a short walk from the site, the days you spend digging pass with ease. The deposit is a decent size, it takes all five of you to cover it completely, and the payout should be enough to keep you all comfortable for a little while even with the agency’s cut. The crew around you fill the time enough that you barely notice the week coming to a close.

Summer sings in the mornings as she cleans her equipment and readies her pack for the day. Miles talks gently to the cells as though they can hear him, shushing them any time he worries a gem might corrupt. Iras seems to have a secret superpower when it comes to the ration packs, they always taste better when he’s the one on lunch duty. And Ezra spends the afternoons regaling you all with tales of ancient beasts, laying eggs that fossilise into the very gems you’re harvesting. Although you’re not sure how true they are.

You almost get through the whole dig without a hitch. Almost. But aurelac is a tricky thing, even a change in the wind can turn a site for the worst. You’re all sitting around at lunch when it happens. The telltale smoke wafts up into the air for no visible reason at all and although you’ve collected enough to cover the quota, you’d still rather not lose viable gems.

“Get to what you came here for.” Iras gestures in your direction and you dive into the pit head first.

You’re not even sure you stop to think as you follow the harvesting steps at lightning speed, salvaging half the corrupted cells before someone tugs you out by the collar of your suit. The rest of the site starts to smoke the moment you’re out of range, spitting and hissing and rendering the rest of the gems worthless.

“Danger mouse indeed.” Ezra chuckles over the comm system, hand still fisted in the fabric of your suit. For once, the nickname makes you smile.

While you all go your separate ways after the ship has docked back on the Pug, Summer makes you all promise to meet later at a club you’ve only heard of in your friends’ messy night out stories. Still, you pinky swear when she holds her hand out to you and try to remember if you have a single item in your wardrobe that’ll pass as club attire. Or at least something that isn’t so worn there are holes in it.

Even if it’s a song he knows, there’s no chance that Ezra could recognise it with the volume cranked so high through the cheap speaker that everything but the beat is distorted. Still, it doesn’t stop people from dancing.

He’s a little late, as usual, but he doesn’t need to worry as Iras appears behind him and claps a hand on his shoulder, pointing to a booth across the room where Milo is looking increasingly uncomfortable.

It doesn’t take long for Ezra to spot you and Summer in the middle of the dance floor, as he follows Iras around the edge of the space to the booth Milo’s claimed. You’re both more jumping than dancing, yelling the unintelligible lyrics of the song into each other's faces. He can’t hear your breathless laughter as Summer spins you in a circle, smile wide and bright, but he can feel it in his ribs. The drums of the song kick in at the same time the swirling lights of the club light you up like some kind of celestial being, just as you catch his eye through the crowd. And everyone else disappears. The rest of the world, rest of the universe, fades into the background. Just like they did the first time he saw you, glaring suspiciously at the ship on the docks.

Summer’s dragging you back to the table when the song comes to a close, the both of you out of breath and laughing, and Ezra has to try desperately to remember how to speak when he watches a little bead of sweat slide down the side of your neck. And stop himself from just licking a line straight up it. His silent suffering only increases when Milo holds out a shot of the most potent alcohol the Pug has to offer and you down it without so much as a flinch, winking at him when you return the glass to the table for good measure.

Milo calls it a night only an hour later, clearly only having braved the crowds of the club to celebrate the job. Summer and Iras are tangled in each other on the dancefloor, or the booth, as they keep the shots coming. You, at least, decide to keep your wits about you, declining every drink after the one Milo had handed you. Nobody’s going to fuck with a Thanne, even in as seedy a club as this, so you don’t worry about Summer as she gets sloppier and sloppier. But there’s no spiky non-human boyfriend looking out for you down here, it’s just you and the knife you keep at your hip.

You pull yourself from the dance floor, eyes tracking the room for the missing member of your party, until you feel a set of eyes on you from above. Ezra’s leaning on the bannister of the stairs, his unflinching gaze set solely on you. And you can’t help but smile. You follow him up to the mezzanine without hesitation when he glances upwards and back to you. The buzz of the shot has mostly faded from your veins, replaced by something much more dangerous by the way he’s looking at you. The way he’s looked at you since you met him.

It’s not hard to spot your friends from up here, leaning over the barrier with Ezra to people watch. He crafts stories about every stranger who catches his eye. The man hunched over the bar in a beaten up jacket, the waitress who fiddles with her necklace any time her hands aren’t occupied, the pair of lovers tucked away in the dark corner on the other side of the mezzanine. You find yourself sliding closer to him the more he talks, wrapped up in the warmth of his voice even in the rundown club. Your shoulder knocks into his as you mindlessly bop to the music and listen to his made up stories. Utterly enchanted. It’s hard to remember a time when you felt this way with anybody, if you ever did at all. To tell the truth, it’s hard to remember anyone before Ezra. And neither of you have even made a move yet.

He's got his arms braced on the barrier, and you find yourself lifting the one closest to you so you can slip in between them. Surrounded on all sides and you couldn’t feel more comfortable. To his credit, he doesn’t falter in his vivid storytelling about the group now settled in the booth your crew had claimed earlier, not even a stutter as you turn in his arms to face him. He’s decided they’re here to celebrate the beginning of a new job, rather than a successful harvest. His eyes flick to you for the barest moment, enough to notice yours are firmly focused on the way his lips move around his words, before searching the club below for another story. Another way to keep his mind and mouth occupied so he doesn’t accidentally admit all the sinful things he wants to do to you when you press your ass up against him like that.

“Ezra.”

He shouldn’t be able to hear you over the music, but you’re nose to nose and he’d be hard pressed to ignore the way you practically purr his name. He’s expecting you to make another flirty comment in that voice that sends his mind reeling into all manner of indecent places the same way you have been all night.

“Can I kiss you?”

He doesn’t expect you to just outright ask him.

“Yeah.” Yeah. Hell of a time for his eloquence to fail, not that it matters anyway. You’re on him the moment he stops speaking.

It’s like the sun explodes inside him, the way his stomach bottoms out the second your lips touch his. There’s nothing soft about it, not the way he might have imagined there would be. If he’d been so bold as to let himself imagine what kissing you might be like. You’re all warmth and heat and you still taste a little bit like the shot you’d thrown back earlier, and he finds himself falling. Not that Ezra minds, he hopes his parachute never opens if it means you’ll keep kissing him like this.

You let your fingers roam under his jacket, twist themselves in the thin fabric of his t-shirt, and you sigh into his mouth. God, you knew he’d be good at this. His hands leave a trail of starlight as they trace over your body, never quite choosing a place to rest. They start to settle on your shoulders, only to skim down your arms and squeeze harshly on your waist, to play along the strip of skin he finds just underneath the hem of your shirt, to grip harder than he might mean to onto the meat of your ass through your pants. You gasp, break the kiss for barely a moment, and stop his apology in its tracks.

He doesn’t protest when you walk him backwards, still groping at each other like it’s just the two of you in the whole club. Ezra only groans when his back hits the wall and you push even closer into him, as if there was even any space left for air between your bodies already. He’s not about to complain. He could kiss you for a thousand years and it still wouldn’t be enough. It’’ll never be enough, not for a soul as hungry as his. You pull back too soon, far too soon, and it takes a solid minute for his brain to kick in and break the vice grip he still has a little too low for the public eye.

Oh, that look on your face. He’s in trouble.

“Where are you off to?” Ezra asks, flushed and breathless, a hand stretched halfway out to where you’re backing toward the stairs.

“Home,” You say with a sly smile, “You coming?”

He can’t push off the wall fast enough.

You don’t live far from the club, a ten minute walk at the most, but Ezra manages to make it a solid twenty with the way he keeps pulling you to him. Not that you’re about to complain. You’ve been waiting a week to let him get his hands on you. At the press of his lips on your neck, the shudder it sends down your spine, you wonder if part of you has been waiting even longer than that.

You’re trying, desperately, to type in the keycode to your apartment. If Ezra could calm down with the grabby hands, you might have gotten it right straight away.

“No roommates?” He asks, kissing along your shoulder, and you take the temporary reprieve to kick your brain into gear and remember the fucking numbers.

“Hugo won’t be too upset if I make him sleep on the couch.”

The door slides back into the wall to reveal a dark apartment, a strip of light from the hall falling on a very orange cat. He stares at you for a second, clearly not particularly pleased that he’s been so rudely roused from a nap, before he settles back to sleep stretched out on the couch cushions. Hugo. Ezra is silently relieved that the roommate is just a cat, he’s not sure he’s got the self control to stay quiet tonight. Or to make sure you do.

You waste no time once you gesture for Ezra to walk in ahead of you, flicking the switch on the wall to slide the door shut and pulling him back to your lips. He doesn’t hesitate to crowd you up against the cold metal.

Although you could devour each other until the closest sun explodes and swallows the station whole, Ezra has to break away. To think, to breathe, to tease you a little about the moan he just swallowed from you. But you beat him to it.

“Gotta catch your breath?” The smile on your face threatens to make his knees buckle, and with you pressed up against the closed door the way you are? He might just let them.

“What do you want, Sunspot?”

You left a lamp on in your bedroom, the door cracked just enough to let a little filter through to the main living space. Still, he’s almost completely silhouetted against the warm yellow glow. As if he’s some kind of ethereal being, maybe he is.

“Make me see the stars.” You pull him in as close as you can and let your lips brush over his as you whisper. His next words make you shudder almost as much as the way he drags the zipper of your jacket down, slowly, tooth by tooth.

“As you wish.”

And boy, does he deliver.

You’re expecting things to feel more unfamiliar than they do, as you explore each other for the first time, but it’s like you’ve been here before. Once, twice, a hundred times before. Every move feels oddly choreographed. Ezra knows exactly how to take you apart and put you back together again, the way he pulls every twitch and moan out of you so expertly. You’re no different, as your fingers map the plains of his chest like it’s muscle memory.

You shake it off, put the thoughts to the back of your mind. You’ve been around the block a little in your time on the Pug, it only makes sense that he has the same kind of experience. But shared experience or not, you can’t deny how much having him so close feels like a homecoming of sorts.

It’s the best sleep of your whole fucking life and, honestly, you’re not that surprised. Ezra makes a damn good pillow. Even if you both wake hours later into the day cycle than either of you normally would. Even if he’s more of a morning person than you are. It’s kind of nice, to sit still snuggled in your pile of blankets and watch him potter around your apartment as Hugo winds around his ankles like he’s been there for years.

Your fridge, however, is heartbreakingly empty and renders his offer of making breakfast pointless. Instead, he pulls his shirt on and offers to take you to the best little diner he knows, tucked away in the heart of the marketplace. It’s a hard offer to turn down.

“What kind of gentleman would I be to have so much income at my disposal and not treat such a beauty as yourself to a good meal?” He winks as he flashes his credit chit at you as if you didn’t scan in for your paychecks at the same time. You laugh as you empty a food pouch into Hugo’s bowl, and tell him he better show you all the good breakfast spots. You shrug off his raised eyebrow and mutters of a ‘next time’. As if he didn’t already know.

Still, Ezra takes you by the hand the moment your apartment door secures itself shut behind you, leading you through the hall and out into the street, and you’ve never felt more wanted.

It’s like everything’s brighter, walking leisurely through the bustling market stalls with Ezra. The smells are stronger as spices in the air cling to your nose, the cacophony of vendors calling out almost sounds like music, and you start to laugh. Hand in his, in the middle of the maze of stalls full of food and tools and trinkets. As if it’s just the two of you in the whole universe.

At least Ezra doesn’t look back at you like you’re crazy. He smiles too, just as big, and you feel bathed in warmth the same as when the sun comes out planetside.

You’re both still grinning when he leads you deeper through the market, down an alley and up a flight of stairs to an unassuming door.

“Is this where you murder me?” You joke just as the door opens to reveal a short older woman with an eyepatch, who pulls Ezra down into a tight hug as soon as he’s in arms reach. He introduces her as Merse, the woman who’s run the best diner no one’s ever heard of on the whole station. She slaps his arm for his cheek, but her grin grows twice as wide when she spots your intertwined hands.

Ezra pulls you through the doorway after him as he follows Merse, chatting about how she always keeps the best table open just in case he brings a friend and you try not to smile too wide when she wiggles her eyebrows at you. He says something to you, but you’re too distracted by the view from the big windows.

The far wall is completely glass, overlooking the main docks, lined with booths. A small family sits in one of them, their two children standing up on the seats to watch the ships come and go. You’ve never seen it from this angle before, always down in the masses and scanning the boards for new jobs. It’s kind of beautiful. In a rusty, patchwork sort of way.

Merse points you towards one of the booths with a promise that she’ll bring you the best breakfast you’ll ever have, something tells you she’s not lying.

It’s not long after you slide into the booth that she comes marching out of the kitchen with two plates, wafting steam that makes your mouth water and your stomach rumble. Rice and vegetables and eggs and all sorts of things you’ve never even seen pile high, and you’d worry you wouldn’t be able to finish it all if you weren’t so hungry.

“You know I won’t break, right?” You push your fork around in the remaining rice on your plate as you watch Ezra absorb your words. He thinks about it for a long moment, dark eyes over you before settling on your own.

“What’s this about?” He knows, you know he knows. More importantly, you know he’s going to make you say it. In the middle of the day cycle, in this family friendly diner.

“Just,” You exhale sharply, “Making sure you’re aware.” Your body floods with a shyness that’s alien compared to the confidence you had last night and suddenly, your breakfast is the most interesting thing on the Pug. You can practically feel him smiling at you, but you don’t dare look up to meet it.

He was right though, the food really is some of the best you’ve ever had.

It’s not until you’ve wandered back through the market, still hand in hand, and found your way back to your apartment that Ezra decides to bring it up. He may have been more than a little distracted last night, but he’s sure he spotted a set of old books sitting on a shelf above your couch. You freeze, ready to go on the defensive about how ink and paper will never be obsolete, until you realise he’s genuinely interested. He’s not judging you by any means. Something about the curiosity shining in his eyes makes your heart flutter more than you care to admit.

He could watch you talk about your books all day, every day, for the rest of his life. How your eyes lit up when you recognised his interest, a paperback lover himself. You can’t seem to stop yourself as you dive into the intricate details of your favourite classics, two or three hundred year old texts that make you feel like you’ve lived a thousand different lives at once. He wants so badly for you to keep talking but the more impassioned you become, the more he wants to kiss you.

You trail off at some point, he loses track when you climb into his lap to point out notes you’ve made in margins and the books lie scattered on the couch beside you as you kiss him until neither of you can breathe. You’re still a little achy from last night, deep in your bones, and you hiss when his teeth scrape across your shoulder.

“Won’t break, is that right?” Ezra chuckles darkly and nips at your jaw, “Can I try?”

“Please.”

You wake at the creak of your bedroom door, sometime in the early hours. Hugo noses his way through the narrow gap and hops up onto the bed, curling up on the unclaimed pillow by your head. Ezra sleeps deeply, face buried in your neck, and you let the warmth of him wash over you. It ebbs and flows like a tide, that familiarity. The undeniable fact that something about this just feels right. You’ve known this man a week and yet you’re here wondering, as he rests in your arms, if he might want more than just this with you.

Oh, but you are so afraid. Afraid to put a name to anything about him because what then? Will he tell you that you’re simply a placeholder in his life for something better, or that his heart might bleed through his skin when you’re apart? You’re not sure which is worse. Not that it matters, there is no word in any language that would be able to explain exactly how you feel about the man asleep in your arms. It’s enough, you think, to have him with you at all. In any capacity. Whatever pieces of his soul he bares as your breathing evens and his mind wanders. That is enough, and you will protect it with your life.

You have to part ways at some point, of course. Another week of rolling around in your bed sheets together, on the couch, on your pitiful kitchen counter, up against the wall, and Ezra gets a call from the agency. It’s a last minute job, the crew only need an extra set of hands to fit the safety standards, but it’s several systems out from the Pug. It’ll take him away for at least a month. You trail after him at the docks, with promises of messages in his absence and all manner of unsavoury activities on his return. It’s with a deep kiss and a wolf whistle from a couple of dock workers on their break, that you wish him luck. And ask him to hurry back.

Summer’s message surprises you when it dings through on your tablet. Some gajillionaire on Dallore T53 has found an aurelac deposit on the grounds of his new estate and wants it gone. She’s preoccupied, already out on another dig with Iras and a new crew. But it’s the kindness of her even thinking to offer it to you that makes your heart swell. It’s been a while since you’ve had real, honest to god, friends.

You’d go in alone, normally, for something like this. But now? Now, you’re punching in Ezra’s comm pin before you can even really register what it is that you’re doing. He only got back a week ago, and you made him settle in back home before he could settle in yours. It’s not like the two of you would be doing any resting on his return to your apartment, exactly. The job was a pain, he’d told you, it ran months longer than anyone expected and you’re sure he’s still exhausted. He won’t agree, but you find you have to ask. Just in case.

“Sunspot?” He sounds happy, rested. And you breathe a sigh of relief, at least he can follow your orders when he wants to.

Hugo snakes around your ankles at the familiar voice, the same way he does any time the man himself walks through the door. If you didn’t know that the little orange devil’s alliances lie in who feeds him, you might think he loves him more than you.

You explain about the job, make sure to stress that he doesn’t have to come. That you don’t even really need to take it if he’d rather you stay close by. Okay, you don’t say that out loud, but the smile you hear in his words through the speaker makes it known that he’s heard you. Loud and clear.

It doesn’t matter in the end, not when he accepts before you even have a chance to give him any details. You don’t know why you were so worried he might say no.

“Any excuse to be warmed by your light, Sunspot.” Hugo brushes up against your leg at the same time Ezra’s voice practically drips through the speaker, smooth as honey.

“Is that a euphemism?”

“Do you want it to be?”

You choke on your breath and he laughs like you’ve told the funniest joke in the universe. He’ll kill you one of these days, you’re sure of it.

You charter the ship you usually take on private jobs, the space a little smaller than you remember with another person on board, but it’s not like either of you aren’t used to being in close quarters with each other by now. At least Ezra has the decency not to be mean about the beaten up exterior, she still flies true. He’d grinned at that, told you how a rough outside often means the opposite of the interior mechanics. The glint in his eye is enough to know he’s not just talking about the ship.

At least the planet is in the same system as the Pug, so there’s no need to punch through to a lane. You fly in silence for a few hours, the familiar feel of the controls under your fingers as you guide it through the sky. Ezra’s eyes remain firmly on you although you pretend as though you don’t notice, and it takes him a moment to come back to the present when you ask him to flick a few switches and prepare to enter the atmosphere.

The coordinates the client gave you to land are only a short walk from the house itself, a great stone castle-looking thing. It’s kind of ugly, the way the limestone juts out above the treeline. A big white block among the rich reds and oranges of the leaves. They grow that colour all year round, perpetually stuck in spring and summer. It must be nice to have the kind of money to find somewhere like that and decide you’ll build a house there. The air is breathable, and a quick look at the planet file proves it’s never too hot or too cold. A perfect place to build a house really. Although, if it were you making that kind of decision, you’d maybe go for a design that’s a little less cubist.

The deposit isn’t huge, but it’ll be a good payout nonetheless providing the cells are all in good nick. You and Ezra wade through swathes of long grass and wildflowers until you find a spot to set up camp. At least you’re not stuck in bulky suits and having to lug around your equipment.

You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect dig if you’d tried. Each of the cells sit far enough away from each other that even if one were to fail, it wouldn’t corrupt a whole mess of the others. Although with both of your talents, it doesn’t surprise you when you collect every last crystal without a single misstep.

You’d told Ezra the profit would be split down the middle, equal pay for equal work. But it doesn’t stop him from sliding an extra gem into your pack to cover the ship charter. After all, you’re the one who was offered the job in the first place. He’s just following his heart, the one that walks around outside of his body and throws itself into deposits mid-corruption.

You hold one of the little gems aloft in the sunlight and watch as it sparkles.

“I used to think it was weird how rabid people go for these. But the more I dig the more I get it, isn’t it the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

Ezra tilts his head like he’s studying the rock, but his dark eyes don’t leave yours.

“It’s a close second.”

Sap.

Night falls before either of you realise just how late it is, clearing out the last few cells of the deposit. It’s not worth going back to the Pug now, he reasons, and you find it hard to disagree. The ache of the few days you’ve spent digging has settled deep in your muscles, the thought of having to run through docking procedure when you’re so tired is enough to make you wince.

You let him take you for all you’re worth under the watchful eye of the heavens, and find there’s more stars behind your eyelids than you could ever hope to see in the skies. It’s all you can do to cry out the name of the only god to ever make you feel this holy. Ezra.

He wakes with the sun, the same way he always has on jobs, to find you curled so tightly against him that it bubbles up from his toes all the way to his throat and he finds his eyes threatening to spill over. Everything in the universe seems to slot so perfectly together when you’re like this. Ezra sighs, content to never let the moment end. You are so beautiful.

He shifts up onto his elbow a little, still cradling you against him, and lets his free hand trail softly over your face. Tracing the shell of your ear, the curve of your cheekbone, the bridge of your nose. The dawn’s sunlight breaks over the trees and filters through the fabric of the tent, bathing you in soft green light. He could stay here, holding you, until the universe implodes. Ezra doubts he’d notice such an insignificant thing with you beside him.

But end it must, and he rouses you gently with soft whispers and kisses against your temple. You stretch in his arms, not unlike Hugo, and sigh as your joints pop and settle. Packing up happens slowly, moving around each other so naturally it’s as though you’ve done it a thousand times before. Every time Ezra passes, you drop a kiss wherever you can reach. His shoulder, the arm of his jacket, that little patch on his jaw. He pretends not to blush when you catch his hand and carefully press your lips to the little tattoo between his thumb and index finger, you pretend not to notice when he does.

You’ll be the death of him, he’s sure of it. The way you keep watching him out of the corner of your eye, the way your smile is so bright when he catches you that he can barely stand to look at it. With the tent and equipment packed up, his fingers itch to thread through your own as you start the walk back to the ship, there’s not a word in the universe strong enough to describe just how much he hates that both his and your hands are too full.

It’s odd, thinking about it. How you met by pure chance, hired by the agency just because you were on the same station at the same time. Would he have ever met you if you’d chosen a different career path, if he had? Maybe somewhere, centuries before or after this moment, where you’re meeting again. Different lives, different times, spanning across all of existence. Maybe, right here and now, you’re starting to feel the way he does about you. Just a little. Maybe he’ll get up the courage to ask what you think, how far you want to take things. He’d give himself to you in a heartbeat, without question. In a way, he already has.

Ezra can’t stop himself.

“What do you make of the red string of fate?”

“All you’ve seen of the universe and you still believe in soulmates?”

“Maybe I’m more foolish that I made myself out to be.” He shrugs, trying not to let his eyes fall to the little finger of his right hand. Trying not to clench his fist to show you exactly how much your disbelief affects him down to his bones, as though his soul itself is frowning. You’re smiling. Uncharacteristically quiet, but you seem appropriately pleased by his answer and stray a little further out into the long grass.

Curiosity gets the better of you.

“Can you see yours?” You have to call out across the gap you’ve unintentionally created, yellow stalks swishing in the breeze between you, and for a moment you’re not sure he heard.

Ezra looks at his right hand, at the thin red string tied neatly at the knuckle of his little finger, and follows the line as it threads through the grass to where it’s knotted at your left.

“No.”

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valentine’s day with the dreamies ❤️

hella belated valentine’s day scenarios / dates with ot7 dream hehe <3

mark lee:

took a while for him to decide on a plan for the day

didn’t want to disappoint you )):

settled with a nice trip to the beach, waiting to watch the sunset as you both had a nice dinner together

he wanted to take you away from the chaos of both your busy lives and just have time to relax with each other

he knows how tired you’ve been lately and just wants to give you some healing time

and he also wanted to profess his love for you on the beach

listening to the waves crash on the sand, the calling of seagulls, the laughter of other couples and families around you

as the sun started setting, you were leaning into mark’s side, his arm draped around your shoulders

he wrapped the both of you in a blanket as you reminisced about your relationship

“remember how you were scared shitless to ask me out? i thought you were going to faint”

“i was not scared! i just ate a bad sandwich that day” mark grumbled, hiding his face in your shoulder

you gently stroked his hair as you continued the trip down memory lane

the sky was now a mix of purple and pink hues

you immediately jumped up, pulling out your phone, to snap a picture of the gorgeous scenery

mark slowly met you, pulling your phone down, holding his hands in yours

he leant down to place a soft kiss on your lips, causing you to smile in between the pecks

“i love you” he mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear

“i love you too”

he ended up pulling out his own fancy camera, taking quick snaps of you being silly infront of the sunset

he eventually asked a nice lady to take some photos for the both of you in which she couldn’t help but coo

“you two make a beautiful couple”

heat rose to both your cheeks, too flustered by the compliment of a stranger

you spent to the rest of night chatting, too caught up endless conversations

huang renjun:

“hey, if your cute ass isn’t here in 10 minutes i’m packing up all the paints and sulking in my room for the rest of the day”

renjun texted you the morning of valentine’s day

you were already on your way to surprise him with your own small gift, having him rush you was adding to your nerves

this would be be first official valentine’s day you’d be spending together so you wanted everything to be perfect

you enthusiastically knock on his door, in which he opened instantly

he pulled you inside, dragging you to the backyard where he set up a nice picnic blanket with paints and canvases on a small table

you couldn’t help but admire all the effort he put in

you gave him a quick hug, your hold lingering on him for longer than he thought

you handed him your gift bag, filled with snacks he loved and a panda plushie with a heart attached to it

he pouted at how adorable your gift was, pulling you down to sit with him

“thank you for the gifts, babe! i hope you also like out little painting date!”

he queued up a tutorial video as you both started recreating the beautiful landscape shown

although you weren’t the best artist he had ever met

renjun couldn’t stop giggling at how concentrated you were with every stroke

“something funny?”

“nah you’re just the cutest”

subtle compliments like that was his specialty

you continued to paint as you snacked on various fruits and biscuits as well as caught up on current events in your lives

it was now time for the big reveal of your artworks...

renjun obviously outshone you but he still insisted you hang both paintings in his room for the memories

he’d take lots of polaroids to put into his photo album of your memories

huang renjun didn’t see the big deal in grand gestures for valentine’s day, as he saw every day, as a day to treat you well

lee jeno:

this boy would wake you up at the crack of dawn, practically jumping on you to go biking with him

you had flashbacks to the previous night where you agreed to go with him but immediately regretted staying up to watch new episodes of your favourite drama

jeno dragged you around your shared apartment like a rag doll, helping you change and stay awake

you knew how excited he was to take you biking for the first time, you didn’t want to crush his spirit

so you started slapping your cheeks and jumping up and down to remain awake, which jeno found amusing

you followed closely behind him as he led you through the trail

his initial idea was to get to the top before sunrise so you both could watch it together

but once he reached half way, jeno had an inkling that you were way behind

he was right

he stopped completely to wait for you, more concerned about how you were holding up rather than getting to the top

you were huffing and puffing

“why’d you stop? we have to get to the top!”

“have a sip first, babe” he pats your back as he hands you his water bottle

you felt bad for holding him back, but his concerned expression eased your mind

“we don’t have to get to the top, the sun will rise either way! who says we can’t just watch it from here?” he smiles widely at you

what did you do to deserve him?

you both stood with each other, his arm draped around your waist

the sun slowly started rising, your tired eyes glimmering in admiration

jeno’s eyes were fixed on you tho,, so proud that you attempted to bike with him

he was usually the one who always wanted to do things you liked

but when you agreed to go on this date with him, it just about made him pass out

he felt on top of the world with you by his side

this was a date he will never forget

lee donghyuck:

“really? a couple’s cooking class?” your boyfriend whined (he really loved doing that)

“yes! renjun suggested it to me, it will be fun, i promise!” you plead

as much as he loved to bicker with you, he saw how excited you were to participate in this class for valentine’s day

“do you know what we’re cooking at least?”

“i think we’re baking a cake, actually”

shouldn’t be too bad...he thought to himself

but boy was he WRONG

you both came to realise that you were not the best cooking duo in your friend group

but it didn’t mean you were gonna give up, after all, having donghyuck as your boyfriend made you as competitive as him (if that’s even possible)

he read the instructions as you grabbed the ingredients and threw them in a bowl

he would hype you up from the side like

“that’s my baby, you beat those eggs!” “our cake is gonna look so freaking good”

you would get flustered, earning a smile from the chef teaching the class

once the decoration stage came along, donghyuck insisted he do it on his own

he refused to let you watch him as he did the finishing touches

the chef revealed each cake one by one, when he got to yours, he gave you both a soft smile

“you two make such a sweet couple”

you looked down at the cake, the words

“i love you always and forever” were written on the surface

you were about to burst into tears at how sweet your boyfriend was

when you got home, after taking hundreds of photos with the beautifully decorated cake

you both devoured it like animals while watching tv together

a simple, yet memorable valentine’s day date — you couldn’t wait to tell your friends all about it

na jaemin:

as some of y’all know, jaemin used to be a short speed track racer

so naturally he was down for your idea of going ice skating for valentine’s day

you weren’t aware of how skilled he was at skating — as you yourself were merely a beginner

so when you saw how knowledgeable jaemin was when you entered the ice skating rink, you started feeling nervous

jaemin helped strap your skates on, carefully guiding you to the rink

you were still under the impression he was just as bad as you, but once you both stepped on the ice, he was immediately stable

god, he could even skate backwards

this must be so embarrassing for him to see

you started pouting,

“what’s wrong, baby?”

“i didn’t know you could skate so well! i’m so embarrassed, i can barely skate two metres!”

“i can teach you, don’t worry so much” he smiled softly at you, hands gripping yourself tightly

you couldn’t stay mad at him, immediately following his instructions

thirty minutes later, one really bruised butt cheek and some elbow bruises from falling down so much, you started getting the hang of it

jaemin let go of your hands and let you skate towards him, once you reached him, he wrapped you in his arms tightly, still gliding on the ice

your faces were so close, you could feel his breath fan your cheeks

you gave him a quick peck, mumbling a quiet ‘i love you’

jaemin couldn’t contain how adorable you were, giving you another quick kiss before telling you he loved you more than life itself

you both skated for a while, listening to throwback love songs playing over the speakers

he rarely let go of your hand, even when you insisted you were getting the hang of skating alone

he treated you to some french fries and ice cream after you finished skating

you laughed and chatted the day away, without a care in the world

being inlove with jaemin was something you would never trade for anything else in the world

zhong chenle:

a homemade dinner was always something you raved about to chenle

so once valentine’s day approached,, he made sure to give you the best dinner you could have ever imagined

he was on a call with his mum, following her instructions for the most perfect creamy pasta

you on the other hand, decided to make chocolate covered strawberries to have after dinner

you asked jaemin for help but then he just screamed he hates strawberries and left

you were placing the finishing touches on the desserts when your phone dings that chenle was ready for you to come over

you dropped everything, rushing to find the outfit you had picked earlier that day

you carefully wrapped the box of strawberries before making your way to his place

he practically swung the door open for you, pulling you to the dining table

he was hella dramatic and had those fancy covers for the food,, so he could surprise you

you just chuckled at his antics, placing a soft kiss to his cheek which made him heat up

he slowly revealed the meal he worked hard on the entire afternoon

your eyes glimmered at the sight, your mouth beginning to water

“how’d you know i love creamy pasta?”

“i listen to you when you talk, ya know”

you both enjoyed a pleasant dinner, chatting all about recent events in your life

the meal was delicious,, but it was now time for dessert

chenle practically ripped open the box, devouring one strawberry before you could even show off your creations

“you animal” you softly shove him, taking one for yourself

the rest of the night was filled with commentating cheesy romance movies and snacking on the desserts

once you finished eating, chenle handed you a small box

you opened it slowly, your jaw dropping at the gorgeous ring he had bought for you

he bought you both promise rings oop

you squealed before tackling him in a warm embrace

nothing felt better than being wrapped in his arms

park jisung:

sungie: meet me on the rooftop at 8:30

you: uhhh you’re not gonna fight me, are you?

sungie: shut up and get ready

you giggled at his response, giddy about seeing your boyfriend on valentine’s day

you weren’t sure what he had planned, but you were sure he put a lot of thought into it

even tho jisung doesn’t voice his thoughts, something is always going on with that boy

you made your way to the said rooftop he referred to, cautiously walking over to him

he set up two beach chairs with a small table filled with both of your favourite snacks

you also noticed two telescopes placed in front of the chairs, smiling widely to yourself

“is this what i think it is?”

“yes! we’re stargazing tonight! i know how much you’ve been wanting to do so”

you sat down next to him, taking your own telescope in your hands

you couldn’t believe he organised this date, from the fairy lights around the railing of the rooftop to the soft r&b playlist playing in the background

it was perfect

jisung couldn’t take his eyes off you, too eager to determine if you truly liked the idea

when your eyes met, you couldn’t help but lean closer to him

jisung didn’t pull away, smirking to himself before suddenly pecking your lips

jisung also wasn’t usually the one to initiate affection, so this was just another surprise you could never get over

you both giggled, pointing out the different constellations you could make out

you chatted about random things, from video games to school, to when jaemin yelled at chenle’s s/o for making chocolate covered strawberries

everything felt at ease when you were with jisung

he knew you didn’t want such a big fuss for valentine’s day, but you could have never suspected he’d do this all for you

“thankyou for all of this”

“anything for my baby”

and in that moment, you knew, you were falling inlove with park jisung.

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