#AND YOU SAID KISS ME. HERE I AM LEAVING YOU CLUES. I AM SINGING NOW WHILE ROME BURNS

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[verstappensrealwife]

Last Request - Fernando Alonso x Reader

Part 2/2 part 1 here. Angst. Fluff. Smut approx. 1900 words.

Warnings: Sex, P in V, oral (Fem receiving), swearing/cursing, drinking, being drunk

fernando alonso masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

You hadn't seen him since that night. Of course, you missed him, but you couldn't have him anymore. It had been almost 3 months and still he wouldn't get out of your head. You couldn't stop thinking about him. About the way he loved you, the way he held you, the way he listened to every word you spoke.

Your friends however, agreed you needed to move on- or at least get a rebound. You really weren't sure about leaving your bed, nor up for the idea of a cheap hook-up to distract you from the once love of your life, but you agreed to go out with them since you did need to get out your apartment for a little while.

You went to a club in the nearest city- well a few clubs- and after a few drinks you were officially feeling like yourself for the first time in months. You took shot after shot, drank a dozen glasses of aperol spritz, and by the end of the night ended up singing Dolly Parton to a whole club of people for karaoke.

Once you stumbled off the stage, giggling to yourself about the applause you were getting, you realised your friends had disappeared. Huffing, you walked outside the club and you pulled your phone out, hitting your friends caller ID and immediately hitting call.

After two rings she picked up. "F-Fiona? Hey Fi, where are you. I think I'm a bit lost," You hiccupped down the phone.

"Y/N?" A man said.

"Who- Who are you!" You shouted at the phone confrontationally. "Where is Fiona Harris, Mister."

"It's Fernando," He said. On the other side of the phone, he was lay in bed, at 1am. He- in all honesty- was hoping you'd called him purposely, to get back together, or to meet up for... things... He felt slight disappointment when he realised he wasn't who the call was meant for, but he didn't hang up, he wanted to hear your voice again. "Where are you?" He said, already getting out of bed and pulling the first clothes he could find, on.

"Where's Fernando- w-wait..." You laughed at yourself getting the names wrong, "Where is Fiona?"

"Where is Y/N?" He asked, already out the door.

"I am at the club!" You announced happily, "The one with the pretty flamingo on the sign."

Fernando knew, by such a small clue, "Don't move okay, my lo– Erm, I mean Y/N,"

"Okay mister man." You slurred, "Can you stay on the phone please mister man..." You asked, but then interrupted him and started talking about how much you really hated the club scene. He already knew every single thing you spoke about during the quick 10 minute drive.

When he got to the club, you were leaning against the brick walls of the club, still talking into the phone as it the receiving end of your call wasn't 10 feet infront of you. "O-Oh hey Fernando," You hiccupped, "What you doing here- hey!"

He picked you up and literally carried you to his car- to any passers by they would be inclined to think he was kidnapping you. Once you were settled in his passenger seat and fought your drunk hands from trying to grab at his face while he was trying to put a seatbelt on you, he drove you both to his home. "When did you get this car..." You asked, as you inebriatedly messed with the radio, dash board, and glove compartment.

"A few days after you broke up with me..."

"Oh- I don't like that answer... Make a new one please."

He chuckled, "A new one?" You nodded quickly and snapped your fingers for him to hurry up with his new answer. "Oh- Okay... I got it last week after a party."

You smiled and nodded. "Is it home time now?" you frowned confused.

When you got to his house, you already knew the procedure he'd make you do. He did it anytime you were drunk.

First, drink water, water and more water. Check.

Then brush teeth. Check.

Then, attempt, to wash your makeup off. Half check.

And finally, kiss him goodnight...

You stepped out the bathroom into the bedroom. He was stood stiffly with a pair of your old pyjamas in his hands and another bottle of water.

"You- You are so good." You slurred, "C-can you help me." You said as you struggled to unzip the back of your dress.

He nodded, putting the items on the bed and turning you around. His hands lingered a little long on your shoulders after pushing your hair from your back. He, slowly, dragged the silver zipper down to the bottom of your back. He shamelessly stared for a moment before turning around. "What you doing?" You asked, "Why you not looking... You've seen before?"

"I- I know I have I just don't want to intrude."

"You can intrude..."

"Not when you're drunk," He replied. You simply nodded- not that he could see- and began to dress into more appropriate clothes to sleep in.

After a few minutes, when you got into bed, he was about to leave when you stopped him quickly, "Don't leave baby..." You babbled, tiredly. Baby... "I trust you- sleep here."

"I- I don't think–"

"I think yes. Come please." You demanded.

He gave in. Lying stiff next to you. You wriggled towards him, giggling to yourself as you, in your eyes, sneakily got over to him and grabbed him. He melted at the touch of your hands on his stomach and your head on his chest. You both fell asleep quickly, it was the first full nights rest Fernando had gotten in a while. When you woke up, you had rolled over to the other side of the bed. Nothing out of the ordinary since you moved alot in your sleep.

He heard you groan under your breath as you were waking up, then a gasp. You sat up quickly and looked at Fernando next to you. "Oh my god." You mumbled. "Oh, my god, oh, my god." You repeated it a few times before Fernando shut you up.

"I didn't sleep with you, stop shouting it is early." He said, in that deep morning voice you always loved.

"Oh."

"You called me drunk about how you lost Fiona and whoever else,"

"That's absolutely humiliating." You mumbled, "S-so nothing happened? Nothing at all?"

He shook his head, "Only you tried to get naked for me so," He laughed, when you groaned in embarrassment. "Don't worry, I looked away..." He said, "You want me to make you breakfast?" He asked, before you could reply he interrupted himself, "N- no, never mind I'll get you an uber- stupid thing to ask..." He mumbled, taking his phone from the side table.

You quickly snatched his phone. He looked at you stunned. "You know how i like my pancakes," You smiled. He looked at you, almost with hope in his eyes. When you smiled at him he felt his heart burst open. He shot up out of bed.

"These will be the best pancakes you've ever tasted," He promised. You chuckled and watched as he ran out the room, then minutes later hearing a clatter in the kitchen. You rolled your eyes and ventured the house to find him.

There was a bowl on the floor, three forks and a spoon, as well as a cook book.

You stared at his back muscles, you won't lie. You didn't forget he slept shirtless. "How's the cooking going 'Nando?" You laughed, his heart skipped a beat. He spun around quickly with a nervous look on his face. He slowly shuffled to the side to reveal a mess of what looked more like cookie dough than pancake mix. "Need help?" You laughed at him, there was flour on his forehead and half an egg yolk on the counter. He nodded silently. You're smile was still on your face as your laugh died down. You stepped infront of him, first throwing whatever he had made away, then picking up the items from the floor and finally standing infront of him. "You have a little..." You pointed at his forehead, he tried to wipe it off and missed. Completely. You smiled and pressed your finger to his head, carefully wiping it off his skin. He stared at your face, eyes, nose, the few freckles on your cheeks and finally your lips. He couldn't help but imagine himself against them again.

"Kiss the cook, huh?" You chuckled.

"Huh?" He was pulled out of his trance. You pointed to his apron, "O-Oh yeah, Lance got it me... the same day we uh... yeah."

You nodded silently, you were between the counter and his body, you hadn't even realised until he got closer and you were against the cold slab of marble. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his eyes staring all over your face, lingering on your lips.

You pressed your hands on his chest, he took a step back, maybe it was too far.

That was what he thought until your hands gripped the fabric of the apron and pulled him back into you.

"Is this wrong?" You questioned him.

"How can this be wrong?" He replied.

"Kiss the cook?" You asked quietly. He was quick to pick you up and put you on the counter, pressing his lips onto yours, he stood between your legs and held you by the waist, while you hands held the back of his head. "God, I missed you," you sighed.

"Not as much as me, my love." he replied, his lips then immediately back on yours. The kiss was needy, wanting and longing for you for months.

You pulled the apron off his body, putting your hands on his bare chest, wrapping your legs around his waist before he pulled you off the counter and to the bedroom. You shrieked a giggle as he carried you through the house, his lips never leaving your neck, his lips tracing the skin, savouring the taste.

He let go of you as you got to the bed, "This is okay?" He checked, to which you nodded thoroughly.

He pulled your pyjamas off your body like it was an inconvenience to him. He crawled down the bed and pushed your legs apart, licking his lips before putting his head between your thighs, your hands instinctively grabbing at his hair, your heels digging into his back as his hands firmly held the flesh of your thighs.

After pulling 2 orgasms out of you he was lining his cock up with your entrance. You nodded as he looked at you once again for a go ahead. He pushed in slowly, dropping his head to your shoulder and groaning curses. He sped up after a moment, and you quickly became a wreck beneath him.

A whining, moaning, shaking, wreck.

"F-Fernando..." You whimper, "I- I'm going to..."

You don't even get the words out before you scream and spasm, everything tingling and throbbing as you tighten around him, bucking and thrashing, pleasure and heat flooding your entire body. He's quick to follow you, bottoming out inside of you before pulling out of you and rolling next to you. "Jesus." You say, before laughing a little. "That was probably the best sex I've ever had."

He nods in agreement, he's staring at you like you're God yourself. "S-So does this mean like-"

"If you'd like to, then yeah it does."

You barely finish what you're saying when he jumps back onto you and smothers you with kisses making you laugh hysterically. "I love you so so much, my love, I'm not letting you go again," He announces, before getting up, pulling a robe over himself and then going to the window of the bedroom before shouting out of it, "She's all mine!"

El fin.

hope this was enjoyable. first fic I've wrote for Tumblr. anywho.

<3

[shortnotsweet]

“I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room

where everyone finally gets what they want.

You said Tell me about your books, your visions made

of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is

the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you

there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar

cube…We were in the gold room where everyone

finally gets what they want, so I said What do you

want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am

leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,

my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”

― Richard Siken

[kingofpopmj]

hii. can you please do an imagine, where michael in his mature era (aka: mac daddy mike), has a naive soon to be wife, and she doesn't know ANYTHING about sexy times, so Michael decides to teach her. Please and ty

Oooo hunni! You guys keep summoning Naughty Nevaeh lol

Here you go! I hope you enjoy.. 🙈

Teacher’s Pet

Michael and I had finally arrived home after a long day full of appearances. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The hysteria that follows Michael wherever he goes is unfathomable, yet he handles it with such grace. Usually, we keep a safe distance at public events, I appear more so as apart of his entourage than his partner, but it’s how we planned it. However, that was all in the past, now that I’m his fiancée we decided I’d be by his side. We were more than ready. As always he was extremely protective of me and made sure I felt safe. We announced our engagement only a few days prior. Michael and I were elated, the media on the other hand was relentless, I was labeled a gold digger, Michael was attacked and mocked— nothing too out of the norm, which pissed me off to no end, but he insisted I bite my tongue. He ensured me that he could handle it. It was tough to say the least. The noise surrounding us was so hateful— so loud and they were all rooting against us. It was infuriating. Unfortunately, as much as I tried to ignore the noise, it successfully added fuel to the flames of my own insecurities and I had no idea how to come clean to Michael, but it had to happen and soon.

“Baby?” I heard Michael’s voice, along with his footsteps nearing his— our bedroom— where I was currently hiding. “There you are! What’s wrong?”

“Hi. Nothing. Nothing” I answered quickly.

“You haven’t been yourself all day. I know these events can be draining. The crowds of people, the bright lights and the screaming. It’s a lot to get used to. If you don’t like them I promise I won’t force you to attend. I’ll understand. It won’t upset me.” The concerned look on his face made the knot in my stomach tighten. “Are you having doubts? Do you not want to get married?” My heart ached at the pain evident in his voice.

“No! Michael, of course not. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I’m sorry. I know I wasn’t the best date tonight.” I tried to ease my way into this conversation.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. It’s just last night—”

“I knew it. I’m sorry if I did too much. I was trying to be spontaneous you know? I completely understand if you want to wait until our wedding night. No matter what it’ll be perfect.”

“It’s not that I want to wait.”

“Talk to me.” He whispered with pleading eyes.

“I’m— I’ve never really— I don’t—” I began stuttering, unable to complete a sentence, my hands trembling as I tried desperately not to hyperventilate.

“Woah. Okay, breathe. Baby, it’s okay. Everything is okay.” Michael wrapped his arms around me, leaving a kiss on my forehead and began to sing to me softly.

Every night she walks right in my dreams

Since I met her from the start

I'm so proud I am the only one

Who is special in her heart

The girl is mine

“Keep going.” I smiled into his chest, loving the sound of his voice.

“Baby, if you wanted me to sing for you, all you had to do was ask.”

“You’re so annoying.” I playfully rolled my eyes, moving to sit on the bed.

“I’ll keep going if—” he paused dramatically, putting his hand in the air. “You tell me what’s on your mind. You can talk to me about anything.”

“I’m nervous about going further because—” I drifted off, feeling overwhelming embarrassment. “I’m a virgin.” I said barely above a whisper.

The only clue I was given that Michael heard my confession was how his grip on my hand loosened before pulling away all together. This was just what I was afraid of, he’s going to leave me.

“I should’ve told you sooner. I’m sorry Michael. I understand if—” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence, so instead I slowly twisted the engagement ring off my finger, trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall as I reached my hand out to return the ring to Michael.

“No. No. I don’t want it back. No. Baby, it belongs right here.” He spoke softly, he sat down next to me as he slid the ring back onto my finger. “Thank you for telling me. I’m sorry if I pressured you. It wasn’t my intention.”

“I don’t feel pressured. I want to. I want to be with you. I just— I’m terrified of disappointing you.”

“You could never disappoint me.” Michael moved closer to me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you so much.”

Suddenly, I didn’t feel afraid, with the weight of my confession finally off my shoulders, I was able to feel something else. Love. Desire. Yearning. Craving. It was all I could feel and I couldn’t help myself— I couldn’t wait any longer. I looked up at him, his beautiful chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. I grasped at his collar with my fingers, pulling him into me, desperately needing him as close as possible. He kissed me back, his hands finding the small of my back, holding me tenderly. I moved into his lap, straddling him as our kiss intensified. I began to unbutton his shirt, before I heard Michael’s voice.

“Slow down.” He gently took my hands into his. “Baby, we don’t have to do this right now. I’ll wait as long as you need. You’re more than worth the wait.”

“All I need is you. Right now. I’m ready.”

“Are you positive?”

“Yes, just maybe talk me through it? Teach me a thing or two? I really want you to enjoy it.”

“Baby, I’m already enjoying it.” He smiled, gesturing to the erection poking into my inner thigh. “Just call me Professor Jackson.” He said, with a flirtation wink.

“You’re making me blush!” I giggled, burying my face in his neck. “I’m trying to be serious! Sexy even..”

“You’re always sexy. You don’t have to try.” He spoke lowly, picking me up, laying me back on the bed as he placed himself between my legs. “Oh, I can do serious.”

“Michael!” I yelped, feeling his warm hand slipping underneath my dress, moving up my thigh teasingly.

“Relax. Let me teach you.”

“Please. Teach me.” I begged, the anticipation building as his hand hovered between my legs, fiddling with the lace of my panties. Michael kneeled down in front of me, causing the air to get stuck in my lungs.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered, his breath tickling my thigh. I was desperate for more.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He asked, looking deep into my eyes, his long fingers slipped underneath the lace, his touch sending a shiver throughout my body.

“I trust you, Professor Jackson.”

“Oh, that sounds so much better coming out of your beautiful mouth.” He smirked, kissing me and quite literally taking my breath away. He ripped off the lace that covered my modesty, this side of Michael was quickly becoming my favorite.

I felt an overwhelming urge to scream as Michael began moving his fingers in a circular motion. My breathing becoming unsteady, struggling to process the pleasure I was feeling for the very first time.

“It’s all about touch.” He whispered. “It comes naturally once you stop overthinking.” His pace increasing as he spoke. “When two people are as connected as you and I— every kiss, every touch, everything feels— amplified.”

“Michael! Michael!” My body shaking, falling back into the mattress, suddenly I didn’t feel his fingers anymore. I felt something else— something even better. I slowly glanced down, seeing the top of Michael’s head, his face buried between my legs. The sight alone was enough to drive me crazy. I could feel his tongue, the way it curved, the way it moved, the way it sent shocks of electricity through me. My back arched, unintentionally thrusting my hips forward, locking my leg around the back of his neck. I began to curse profusely, feeling his hand slowly travel up under the fabric of my dress, the skin to skin contact made me shiver as he took a firm hold of my breast.

“Oh! My!” I felt a build up in my core, gripping the comforter tightly, attempting to ground myself, but there was no use. My thighs clenched around Michael’s head as a sound fell from my lips— one I didn’t know I was capable of.

“Just breathe.” I heard his voice, as his fingers slid the straps of my dress down my arms. He leaned down kissing and sucking down my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut. “I got you.”

“Please—” I pleaded between my gasps for air. I had no idea what I wanted. I just knew I didn’t want this to end. Not yet.

“I’m going to try something first.” Michael said before I felt his lips on my nipple. “How does that feel?”

“So good.”

“Open.” Michael murmured, gently tapping my knees. I did as I was told, watching as he removed his pants, taking a place in between my legs.

“Is it going to hurt?” I said quietly.

“I’d never hurt you.” He grabbed my arms, placing them above my head and intertwined our fingers. “I’ll go slow.”

As he looked into my eyes, the sensation of him entering me ignited a flutter in my chest, tears of pleasure puddled my eyes and I squeezed his hands so tight I began losing feeling in my fingers. Once he was fully buried inside of me he made gentle movements by rotating his hips in small circles. The tingle that raced through me was indescribable. I never knew that this feeling existed, but now that I do, I was sure that the reason was because subconsciously I was waiting for Michael.

“Michael!” I cried, ripping one hand free, tightly gripping his shoulder, digging my finger nails into his skin.

“Y/N, baby, you have to loosen up.” He said sweetly, unwrapping my legs that were locked around him. “Now, I can do this.” He started carefully moving in and out of me. As great as it felt I craved more. “How does that feel?”

“God. I love that.”

“I have an idea.” Michael said, moving away from me, I frowned, ready to protest until he laid on his back pulling me on top of him.

“What are you doing?” I panicked, at the extreme withdrawal and our new position.

“Teaching.” He smirked. “You’re going to learn how to ride me.” He said so seductively it gave me goosebumps.

“What if I hurt you?”

“You won’t. Just follow my instructions. All you have to do is—” He guided my hips with his hands, explaining what I had to do, but I couldn’t hear a thing. I was to focused on wanting him inside of me again. As he spoke I slowly spread my legs, coming closer to him until I felt his tip. The rush it gave me was so intense, my knees slid further across the silk comforter and I felt our full connection again. Michael’s eyes widen at my speed, he briefly glanced down, admiring how I took him whole. “Oh god!”

“Oh crap! Did I hurt you?” I panicked.

“No. No. It feels amazing. I just— wow. You’re a fast learner.”

“Well, I have a great teacher.” I slowly began to move my hips, watching Michael bite his bottom lip, his hands squeezing my thighs firmly.

“Baby. You’re gonna make me—”

“Make you what?” I questioned, slowing my pace, waiting for his answer. “Am I doing this wrong?” I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment as I stopped my movements all together.

“Don’t stop!” He moaned loudly. Holy shit. That was so hot. I began moving my hips like my life depended on it. Michael had beads of sweat on his forehead and his chest was glistening. “Baby, I’m gonna— I’m almost—”

“Michael!” I begged, Michael pulled me down onto his chest as I felt him twitch inside of me.

“You feel so perfect.” He purred in my ear as we lay still for a few seconds before Michael excitedly propped himself up on his elbows. He rolled us over, so he was now looking down at me. I laid against the mattress with a confused look on my face.

“We’re gonna be here all night.” He finally spoke as he touched my lips with his.

“Well, I do have more to learn. If you’re interested in teaching into after school hours.” I teased, wrapping my legs around his hips.

“Your wish is my command.” He declared, kissing me sweetly before he started up again, his quick pace taking me by surprise.

The wooden bed frame shrieked against the floor boards with each thrust. Our kiss becoming sloppy, needy even. Everything felt so intense. I couldn’t catch my breath, but I didn’t care. As long as Michael stayed on top of me, beneath me— inside me, I didn’t care about anything else. It’s just us.

“Amazing.” I breathed out, working up the courage to speak. “Can I— can I try to use my mouth?” I asked nervously, staring straight up at the ceiling. Michael slowed down, dragging his finger along my jawline, forcing me look into his eyes.

“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me.”

[boyobjectifier]

“We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want,

so I said

What do you want, sweetheart?

and you said Kiss me.

Here I am leaving you clues.

I am singing now while Rome burns.

We are all just trying to be holy.”

— Richard Siken // Snow and Dirty Rain

[kedreeva]

Steddie + Richard Siken Quotes

If you're wondering about some other nice Siken quotes to go with these boys, since i have most often seen the jacket one, here's a bunch more:

"The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you"

"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him"

"I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them."

"He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand." (hello Steve looking intently at Eddie while Eddie tries to tell him about Nancy)

"I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is."

"You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened. Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired. And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile."

"Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more."

"Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other."

"Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story."

"Because people die. The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does."

"I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have swallowed him up, they said. It’s beautiful. It really is. I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube… We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns."

"For a while I thought I was the dragon. I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was the princess, cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle, young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess, while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire, and getting stabbed to death. Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero."

"You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet."

"And no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won't tell them, and you realize the person who loves you isn't the one you thought it would be"

"I don't really blame you for being dead but you can't have your sweater back."

"This is my favorite part. It starts and ends here. The pebbles shine, the plan worked, Hansel Triumphant. Lesson number one: be sneaky and have a plan. But the stupid boy goes back, makes the rest of the story postscript and aftermath. He shouldn’t have gone back."

"Don’t leave the room until I come back from the dead for you. I will come back from the dead for you. [...] Leave the lights on. [...] I’m in the hallway again, I’m in the hallway. The radio’s playing my favorite song. Leave the lights on. Keep talking. I’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice."

Anyway. Enjoy.

[danafinwefeaelenionfeanorian]

Feanorian Week Day One: Nelyafinwe

139 FA

"He said he was coming here," Mori says, watching the horizon for a familiar redhead. We met up on the wall for a walk. Something we often do when I visit.

"I thought he was mad at you," I state, keeping my own eyes on the horizon.

"I did too,"

"What did you do again?"

"I may have said Findekano would be disappointed in him," Oh yes. How could I forget?

Three months ago, in Himring, we had a family meeting. It was very eventful. I'd called the meeting to discuss food stores and raids from orcs. We bit off more than we could chew.

Mori practically insulted Nelyo with his statement. It took Turca, Curvo and Kana singing a song to calm our giant brother down. Mori, on the other hand, sat back and watched.

I wasn't too happy with it, so I told them to take a break, and we'd continue after dinner. It was an awkward dinner, to say the least.

"He was getting on my nerves and--"

I cut Mori off. "And you thought it would be a good idea to poke the bear,"

"Yeah,"

"Mori,"

"I am aware of how it looks," I'm sure he does.

"Ah, here he is now," I nod toward the growing red blob in the distance. He won't be within spitting distance for another five hours or so. If not longer.

Hours later, Mori and I greet Nelyo inside the front gate.

Nelyo dismounts and passes the reins to a stable boy. He uses his teeth to pull his riding glove off his hand. How creative.

"Nelyo, welcome to Thargelion," I state opening my arms for him to hug if he wants. But being my brother, he automatically knows it's not a choice if I offer one.

"Thank you, Dana,"

"Come lets get you settled and we can discuss why I summoned you here,"

"You what?" Mori sputters. He stares at me with horror and shock.

"I will see you at dinner, Morifinwe," I state linking my arm through Nelyo's.

I lead my younger brother into the fort, and toward his room I set up this morning. It wasn't hard, he left most of his things from his last visit.

We walk until we reach his room. With ease, I give the door a shove with my toe, and it door opens. I practically hurl Nelyo inside and close the door behind me.

My tall brother grumbles and grunts at my mistreatment.

"No, you do not speak. This is how this is going to go,"

"I know you thought Mori wrote the letter and the shock of discovering that it was me who wrote it was kept quiet. Now you and Mori are going to have a civil dinner, and tomorrow morning, we are going to enter a discussion where I will mediate, and you two will apologize at the end. Got it?"

"Yes,"

"Good,"

Half an hour later, Nelyo joins Mori and me in the dining room. Thankfully, Nelyo managed to remember to bring formal clothes. I would have hated to change again. It wouldn't have lent aid to the discussion tomorrow brings.

Like the dinner three months ago, this one was awkward as a naked dwarf mining for gold. Thank the valar that we only had to eat two courses and dessert. I make Nelyo leave with his wine to have a chat with Mori, which goes as well as a ferrel cat in a tree.

The next morning, I have breakfast alone. Clearly, they are trying to prove something. What it is I haven't a proper clue but it's likely to do with the meeting they are expected to attend in an hour.

An hour passes, and like I expected, Nelyo and Mori begrudgingly walk in. They greet me with a kiss on the cheek. Then, they take a seat opposite the other.

"Who want to start," I ask.

Then they explode. Calling each other names and using every trick to make the other angrier. I asked for it. I wait for a minute or two before yelling ENOUGH and slamming my hands on the table.

They go quiet.

"You are grown enough, or so I thought. Perhaps I shall take control of Thargelion and Himring," I state, glaring at my brothers one at a time.

"Dana the table,"

So what if my handprints are burned into the tabletop? It will give it character.

"You can have another one made,"

Mori raises an eyebrow and sighs. He bluntly apologizes to Nelyo. Then Nelyo does the same.

"Now who wants to start?"

"I will," Nelyo says.

[danmeiljie]

How It Should Have Happened: A Series of Advance Bravely Fix Its

Episode 22

Xia Yao couldn't stop his body from shivering, and he knew if he didn't find Yuan Zong's house soon, he'd have to turn around and beg to stay at the nearest train station back down in the village til morning. Hugging his arms as he carried his heavy backpack and duffle bag, he came around the corner and saw a group of rowdy young men leaving through someone's gate shouting goodbye's and lifting beer cans as a final toast for the road. Finally, someone to ask for help! Xia Yao hurried over as hope bloomed in his chest.

"Hey Bro," Xia Yao called out to the nearest man, sniffling. "Do you know which house belongs to Yuan Zong?"

The man blinked curiously at the tall slender young man who just materialized out of the darkness in the lightly falling snow. With a drunken smile on his face he simply turned around and shouted back at the gate he just exited as the other men moved off down the road singing off key together.

"Hey, Yuan Zong! Someones here to see you!" he nodded back at Xia Yao and jogged over to his friends. Xia Yao couldn't believe his luck as he looked in disbelief at the closed gate. Was he finally here, after trudging all night in the freezing cold with no cell service?

The old gate doors squeaked at their rusty metal joints as the tall, handsome figure of Yuan Zong stood at the threshold, looking out at the street. Strength and adrenaline flooded Xia Yao's numb limbs and he shouted for joy, instantly dropping his bags on the pavement and rushed at Yuan Zong. Yuan Zong's face melted from inquisitive to elation in an instant. Xia Yao jumped onto the taller man, launching himself into his embrace. Strong arms wrapped around him and held him close as Yuan Zong's head pressed against Xia Yao's. Yuan Zong couldn't help but laugh.

"I missed you so much," Xia Yao whimpered against Yuan Zong's cheek. He wrapped his legs around his waist holding on tight as he pressed his cold lips all over his face. Yuan Zong stumbled back slightly from the onslaught but held him firmly.

"What are you doing here?" He managed to say, still stunned to see him.

"I couldn't stand it, Da-ge, being away from you. So far away." Xia Yao's voice trembled.

"Hey, hey," Yuan Zong comforted, "I'm here now. You're here."

'He's really here,' he added silently to himself.

Xia Yao slipped off Yuan Zong's body, but kept his arms around his neck, leaning into him. He looked up at Yuan Zong with glistening eyes, a pink nose, and an anxious expression that made Yuan Zong's heart thump with an ache to make all his worries go away.

"Tell me now, Yuan Zong, I need to know," Xia Yao said seriously. Yuan Zong's eyebrows pinched together in a silent question.

"Do you want to go inside?" Yuan Zong asked.

"No! Well, yes I'm fucking freezing," Xia Yao answered with a short wry laugh, "But I just need to ask you now."

"I'm listening," Yuan Zong said, holding Xia Yao with his warm gaze.

"We've been hanging out a lot and doing - stuff - together a lot lately and I was wondering… Are you like, my boyfriend?" Xia Yao's cheeks flushed and a couple tears slipped down from his eyes. Yuan Zong couldn't tell if it was from the cold snowy air, or from his emotions. Perhaps it was both. Xia Yao searched Yuan Zong's face for any clue to his thoughts.

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend?" he asked in return in his steady, deep voice. He took a cool breath to steady his beating heart.

Xia Yao smiled nervously, "Yeah, I do."

"Then I am!" Yuan Zong said with a smirk, and he grunted as he lifted Xia Yao back into his arms, kissing him against his cold mouth. Xia Yao kissed him back eagerly, wrapped both arms and legs around him once more. They kissed wildly; it was as if they wanted to devour each other. After a few moments Yuan Zong broke away for a deep breath.

"Now let's go inside!"

"Yes!"

Xia Yao hopped down off Yuan Zong and ran back to the street to get his bags. Yuan Zong took one and the two eager men disappeared behind the gate.

There was nothing holding them back now.

[antlerx-art]

GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 2 REACTION - CONTAINS SPOILERS‼️

sooo bearded crowley in this episode am I right 😔 yup 2500 BC… HERE HE IS!!! i hate him so much

nah he’s talking about God abandoning him i don’t actually hate him poor fallen angel

WHAT IS AZIRAPHALE DOING

so if this is after the flood crowley had a huge glow down

“I COMMAND THEE, BEGONE!” “no.” he’s so me i’m so him (he has a permit from god??)

“satan and his diabolical ministers may destroy everything Job owns no question asked, hugs kisses, god” AND THE PAPER IS THAT LONG?

CROWLEY’S SO BITCHY

so aziraphale had met muriel before

LONG HAIRED GABRIEL WHY DOES HE LOOK SO?? JUST?? SO WRONG😭

AHH EVE WAS THE FIRST NOT ADAM

“i think they quite like the old ones”

alphabetical order!! FIRST LETTER OF THE FIRST SENTENCE HELP

OH WAIT I GET IT, in the playlists prime video dropped you have to look at the first letter of the lyrics of each song to have the words “ineffable” and “tempting” AND IT’S BECAUSE OF THIS JOKE

“EVERY DAY ITS A-GETTING CLOSER”🎶 lol didn’t jon hamm say he doesn’t sing in an interview

CROWLEY CHANGED CLOTHES THE TURTLENECK DBHDHSJN CROWLEY WITH THE TUTLENECK

theory time: shax says that the miracle could’ve been performed only by the mightiest of archangels and crowley asks her how does she know he didn’t do it, are you telling me crowley was an archangel??

okay they’re both risking to be eliminated now

aziraphale SINGING

NOOOOOSTOPCRYING MAGGIE

HEHEHEHHE SHE’S IN LOVE (“it’s not your job to sort out my doomed love life” because he should think about HIS love life first)

“every record they play eventually turns into that song” you mean like queen songs in the bentley?

“Gabriel.” HEART SKIPPED A BEAT “where is Gabriel.”

wooo saraqael creating wheelchair ramps

“falling in love is what humans do” crying rn

don’t i know you? NO YOU DONT SHUT UP 😁

NAHHH why is heaven watching him again leave aziraphale alone☹️

HERE IT GOEEEEES EVERY DAY🎶🎶🎶🎶

the pub from the picture!!

making them fall in love this is such a fanfiction trope i love it

A SUDDEN RAINSTORM FORCES THEM TOGETHER BENEATH A CANOPY THEY LOOK INTO EACH OTHER’S EYES AND REALIZE THEY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER???? OHHHHH I JUST KNOW THATS GONNA HAPPEN TO AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY AS WELL

if you’re going to invoke fiction… aziraphale are you about to say jane austen?

HE SAID IT yess i knew they were gonna have the ball for nina and maggie I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY TRUE?

“PEOPLE WOULD GATHER DO SOME FORMAL DANCING AND REALIZE THEY HAD MISUNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER AND WERE ACTUALLY DEEPLY IN LOVE” okay but can you try to be a little more subtle

a clue!!!😼

“jim tell me what do you know” / “oookay, whaddayaknow” IM ON THE FLOOR STOPSPPP WHY ITS NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY

WOOO PURPLE EYES- is that god’s voice?

ANOTHER FLASHBACK oh no not bearded crowley again… his hair has lost volume

Bildad the Shuhite?? 💀

“i know you” / “you do not know me” AAAAAAAAAAA

NO WAIT THIS IS AFTER THE FLOOD. WHEN CROWLEY SAID “YOU CANT KILL KIDS” IM UNWELL aziraphale does know this is not what crowley wants to do

“I KNOW THE ANGEL YOU WERE” OHH I WAS WRONG HE REMEMBERS HE REMEMBERS HIM

he wants to do it because he was blameless too but he fell anyway. bye i’m about to appear on international news

the goats are back 😭😭😭😭 STOP THIS IS CUTE look at aziraphale’s face

“you can stop grinning” HHEJEHRHEHRH

“DOESN’T MEAN WE’RE ON THE SAME SIDE” AND YEARS LATER CROWLEY IS THE ONE THAT TELLS HIM THEYRE ON THEIR OWN SIDE

“be not afraid” 👁️biblically accurate aziraphale👁️

TY TENNANT!!!! why’s he so gay

AWWWGGGHHH DAVID SAYING HIS SON SEEMS NICE

AZIRAPHALE SHOUTINGBHAHAH “I BRING THE WARNING” that was unexpected

what. just. happened.

aziraphale knew they were safe because crowley wouldn’t actually kill kids 😭

“oooh aren’t you brilliant” giggling kicking my feet

GIRL WHY DID YOU TURN THEM INTO GECKOS

am i about to witness aziraphale’s first time being drunk?

THATS A PARALLEL A DAMN PARALLEL between crowley/nina offering wine and aziraphale/maggie both not drinking

“are you trying to tempt me?” i was wrong this is going to be the first time aziraphale EATS omg HEHEHHHH HES PRECIOUS

lol btw this big thunderstorm is nothing compared to what has happened a few days ago where i live

CROWLEY IS ON HIS OWN SIDE!!!! AND THEN IT BECOMES THEIR SIDE!!!

“see you in hell” shut up???

i love this whole flashback but why does he have to have that beard im sorry i can’t get over it😔

YEP THATS GOD’S VOICE

also i just realized there’s no narrator this time rip

“if you want answers come back when you can make a whale” CROWLEY COULD MAKE STARS AND STILL DIDNT GET THE ANSWERS

“shoemaking and obstetrics” HELPPPP

aziraphale’s in trouble ohhhh he LIED

D’YOU NEED A LIFT SOMEWHERE 🫢

HE ASKED TO USE THE BENTLEY OMG THEIR CAR

crowley is me i’m so jealous of my possessions no matter who you are

aziraphale has a driving license?😨

NOUR! *slaps his hand*

aziraphale being bitchy is my favourite thing

THE SCENEEEEE THE SCENE FROM THE PICTURE IM SO EXCITED

aziraphale is so nervous nooo my little guy HE THINKS HES GOING TO FALL WHATTTT

“IM NOT TAKING YOU TO HELL, ANGEL”

NOOO THIS IS SO HEARTBREAKING STOP. STOP CRYING.

“with your curly little.. and your neat white” MY GODDD

AZIRAPHALE VOICE WHEN HE SAYS “IM A FALLEN ANGEL” I CANT. DO. THIS.

“that sounds um..” / “lonely?” end me right now

BUT THEYRE NOT GOING TO BE LONELY ANYMORE THEY HAVE EACH OTHER THEYRE ON THEIR OWN SIDE

(crowley saying “you’re on your own with this one” in ep1 is even worse to hear now 😍)

MURIEL CLIP NEXT EPISODE YAYY

tagging @neil-gaiman since he said he was interested in reading live reactions

[nirikeehan]

Angsty Poem Prompts

I originally made this prompt list for personal use, but decided to make a rebloggable version. Feel free to use for your own writing prompts. 🥰

From Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken

Leave me blurry and fall toward me with your entire body.

Imagine my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots in the slatted light.

We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with.

the knives in the kitchen are singing for blood, but we are at the crossroads, my little outlaw

and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me tight, it’s getting cold.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven

which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

The lawn is drowned, the sky on fire, the gold light falling backward through the glass of every room.

I’ll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger.

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there?

We’ve read the back of the book, we know what’s going to happen.

The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left broken in the brown dirt.

And then it’s gone. Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye Goodbye. No more tears.

I would like to meet you all in Heaven.

But there’s a litany of dreams that happens somewhere in the middle.

Moonlight spilling on the bathroom floor.

A page of the book where we transcend the story of our lives

Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.

We have been very brave, we have wanted to know the worst, wanted the curtain to be lifted from our eyes.

The dream going on with all of us in it. Penciling in the bighearted slob. Penciling in his outstretched arms.

Our Father who art in Heaven. Our Father who art buried in the yard.

Someone is digging your grave right now.

Someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said, so think of the wind, so happy, so warm.

It’s a fairy tale, the story underneath the story, sliding down the polished halls, lightning here and gone.

We make these ridiculous idols so we can pray to what’s behind them, but what happens after we get up the ladder?

Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it?

Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are the monsters we put in the box to test our strength against.

Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here’s the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive

but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t stitched up quite right

I crawled out the window and ran into the woods.

I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air.

I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for a while, and stumbled back out.

I made this place for you. A place for you to love me.

If this isn’t the kingdom then I don’t know what is.

So how would you catalog it? Dawn in the fields? Snow and dirty rain? Light brought in in buckets?

I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters kept smudging as I wrote them

the hunter’s heart, the hunter’s mouth, the trees and the trees and the spaces between the trees, swimming in gold.

Explaining will get us nowhere.

I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead.

I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.

We have swallowed him up, they said. It’s beautiful, it really is.

We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me.

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns.

We are all just trying to be holy.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[tinogiehd]

YOU WROTE THE GOLD ROOM?

my magnum opus….

[starcunning]

the gold room

i had a dream about you.

we were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want.

...

we were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so i said what do you want, sweetheart?

and you said kiss me.

here i am, leaving you clues.

i am singing now while garlemald burns.

we are all just trying to be holy.

my applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

we are all going forward.

none of us are going back.

[herlostlover]

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want. You said Tell me about your books, your visions made of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube…We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said What do you want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[musashi]

Questions ahoy~💖💖💖

• Are there any particular scenes from any of your fics you really want to see illustrated someday? (>:3c)

• What was the last song you added to your Manfred playlist? What's your favourite lyric from it?

• So you've mentioned before how for Franziska's pokémon team, she has a Hydreigon she inherited from Manfred, but what would the rest of his team be?

• When you're writing and you get stuck on a scene, how do you find it easiest to keep going and not break out of the groove? Do you skip forward to writing a different part and come back? Brute force your way through the part you're stuck on? What's the trick??

• I know you're deep into AA at the moment (and I'm loving all the things I'm learning by osmosis, I swear I'll play/watch it eventually 😍) but do you have any ideas for any future pokeani fics some day?

• Do you format your italics in your writing as you go or do you go back and edit them all later?

• What should I name the next chicken I get on Stardew Valley?

• Not a question but please kiss Cheeseburger for me on his perfect head and tell him I said congratulations on being so orange 🧡

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DEAN WITH THE ASKS DEAN WITH THE ASKS this is such a strange compliment but i love the way you formatted all these. hehehe its cute

Are there any particular scenes from any of your fics you really want to see illustrated someday? (>:3c)

hjnJKHFSDKJGHDFD literally i........ any illustration means the WORLD to me i can't stress enough that i go the same amount of feral over all of it. i want to give you an answer but i'm hardcore blanking because im thinking of everything ive ever written and how much i'd cry if i got more fanart of any of it.

maybe something from my newer AA stuff tho? ashe drew some really nice fanart from my worsties sickfic, but other than that i don't have much.

What was the last song you added to your Manfred playlist? What's your favourite lyric from it?

MOTHERFUCKING WELLY BOOTS. NO ONE LOOK AT ME NO ONE SPEAK TO ME NO ONE TALK TO ME NIGFHFSDJGHGF

i get to watch you grow up now, and make me proud, make all of those mistakes that make me laugh, oh darling, lord, how you make me laugh get drunk for me, sing louder than you’ve sung for me, grow young each time that thunder in your lungs begins to rumble at the world

'cause you were always strong, when you were young, you’d kick things just to see if they would fall they said ‘that girl, she’s wrong’ but i’ll stick up for you, even though you haven’t got a clue, you haven't got a fucking clue and i’m so proud of you

and when they laugh at us you’ll feel my fingers down your back and when you scream "i’m not alright," and throw my picture at the wall "you were supposed to be my light, and keep me safe against them all!" "how could you leave me here?!" you’ll scream and louder, i’ll scream back to you from that unknown,

and say,

"i know you’re strong enough to do this on your own."

So you've mentioned before how for Franziska's pokémon team, she has a Hydreigon she inherited from Manfred, but what would the rest of his team be?

i STILL haven't fucking poketeamed him OTL i think i also had him with mandibuzz because my friends and i joke about him looking like a fucking vulture. and definitely vikavolt because it looks like a taser fghfdfg. some day i swear to god i will team him proper

When you're writing and you get stuck on a scene, how do you find it easiest to keep going and not break out of the groove? Do you skip forward to writing a different part and come back? Brute force your way through the part you're stuck on? What's the trick??

i brute force everything. that is my only method of getting through anything, i just. any time i am frustrated i kinda just howl 'DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!' at it and make it my mission to remind it that it cannot best me.

it really just comes down to what is stumping me. usually what is stumping me is i feel that the words cannot do the picture in my head justice. and so i say, okay, and let the okay wash over me. the goal is not for the story to look the way it does in my head, the goal is for the story to be told. and if it's just that i feel i can write it "better" when i am inspired, then i will write the bad version now and fix it up when that inspiration strikes.

but i do not believe in writer's block, or writing when you are "inspired" and no other time. i have several disorders that make inspiration fickle and i do not have time to write only when i am inspired. i would make absolutely nothing if i did wait.

i would rather have 100 mediocre stories told than 1 really good one, because i feel like i am bursting, full of story ideas, and if i don't get them all out i will start to grow mold.

I know you're deep into AA at the moment (and I'm loving all the things I'm learning by osmosis, I swear I'll play/watch it eventually 😍) but do you have any ideas for any future pokeani fics some day?

waugh i generally write things the second i think of them fdhfdghfg i think the ONLY unwritten pokemon fic i had ideas for was a fucking hanamusa sickfic

oh! but my friend phoenix really wants to write a story about ash and jessie, and i want to help co-write it, and we are still in the LOOSEST planning stages and both very busy with sicktember/work but i am like so !!!! about the prospect of writing it eventually.

Do you format your italics in your writing as you go or do you go back and edit them all later?

i actually edit italics OUT when im posting/editing because i italicize words too much fjsdlhgsfdgjklsdf. i type them as i go and then i drop about twenty as i'm editing. literally i have a problem.

What should I name the next chicken I get on Stardew Valley?

HER NAME IS SPICY!

Not a question but please kiss Cheeseburger for me on his perfect head and tell him I said congratulations on being so orange 🧡

he is UNDER THE BED all the way back in the corner against the wall oh my god whats he doing back there. i told him and he just slowblinked benignly at me so i think he said thanks. i will kiss him as soon as little man comes out of his cave i GUESS jgflghdfg

[lacefuneral]

-Three excerpts from "Snow and Dirty Rain" from Crush (2005) by Richard Siken

[Transcript:]

Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close

to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me

with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending

to sleep, while I'm in the other room. Imagine

my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots

in the slatted light. I'm thinking My plant, his chair,

the ashtray that we bought together. I'm thinking This is where

we live. When we were little we made houses out of

cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It's not because

our hearts are large, they're not, it's what we

struggle with. The attempt to say Come Over. Bring

your friends. It's a potluck, I'm making pork chops, I'm making

those long noodles you love so much. My dragonfly;

my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing

for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw,

and this is the map of my heart, the landscape

after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is

a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me

tight, it's getting cold. We have not touched the stars,

nor are we forgiven, which brings us back

to the hero's shoulders and a gentleness that comes,

not from the absence of violence, but despite

the abundance of it. The lawn drowned, the sky on fire,

the gold light falling backwards through the glass

of every room. I'll give you my heart to make a place

for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger.

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars

for you? That I would take you there? The splash

of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

—•—

Moonlight making crosses

on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.

—•—

I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room

where everyone finally gets what they want.

You said Tell me about your books, your visions made

of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is

the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you

there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar

cube . . . We were in the gold room where everyone

finally gets what they want, so I said What do you

want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am

leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome

burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,

my silent night, just mash your lips against me.

We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

[danyours]

We were in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want, so I said, “What do you want, sweetheart?” and you said, “kiss me.” Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me.