hope on the horizon

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For the micro story - 1. don’t leave. :)

“I don’t have a choice.” He’s terse, staring off to the horizon, exile and the death of hope.

“There’s always a choice.” The words are bitter, and she sees him wince.

“Would you ask me to stay?” he says, faces her with a challenge in his eyes, something desperate and yearning and hard-edged all at once. “Is that what you’re asking, Rey?”

His hand is warm in hers as she suddenly grasps it, and he flinches but does not pull away.

“Don’t leave,” she says, and it’s stronger than she feels, stronger than this thing between them, stronger than the hope that it could ever be…

“…alright.” He doesn’t move when her arms come around him, doesn’t react when she sighs, but she feels it, there at the back of her mind, soft, reverent, faint.

I never could have imagined you’d want me to stay.

My heart is trapped somewhere between the beginning and the end. It still does not quite know how not to want you every day, how not to miss you when I open my eyes, how not to reach for you in my sleep.
It still does not understand why it hurts and it hurts and it hurts each day and yet still looks forward to tomorrow.
I guess it still hopes that maybe, just maybe, the sun rises, with you on the horizon.

Disturb us, Lord, when
We are too well pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we have dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely
Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst for the waters of life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wider seas
Where storms will show your mastery,
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.

We ask you to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push into the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.

—  Sir Francis Drake
Late, Yet So Sweet. (A Smutty Harry Styles Blurb)

- a quick 30 minute blurb where Harry eats Y/N out at 1 am, hope you enjoy it. xx

The Sun set behind the horizon a few hours ago, but the sky is still baby blue, and the last rays of light are creeping through the blinds, brightening up the dark living room.

Heavy breaths and pants, quiet whimpers and deep moans linger in the open space, as well as the faint sound of the television, which still has on the stupid reality-tv shows, that got left in the left behind a while ago, when Harry nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, started kissing the supple skin, and put his hand down your sweatpants, pressing your clit with his thumb, whimpering:

“Let m’ taste yeh, please. Miss yeh on my tongue.”

With your back slouched against the corner of the sofa, you take a hold of the back of Harry’s head, which is settled right between your thighs, his body rested on his knees on the hardwood floor.

You moan softly, when Harry wraps his lips around your swollen clit, and suckles the sensitive nubbin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Your toes curl up against the sofa cushions, and your legs tremble slightly when Harry flicks his tongue quickly over your clit, making him smile up to you. Even with his cheeks hollowed, his deep dimples still manage to make an appearance.

Harry can feel his cock twitching in his black Calvin Klein boxers, when you tug at his curls, pushing his mouth closer to your dripping wet core. A low groan escapes his lips, vibrating against you.

Harry’s hands travel up your front, his cold rings dragging against your hot skin, to your breasts and cup them under the thin fabric of your t-shirt, that is crinkled over at the hem, showing off a bit of your skin and your belly button.

The filthy sounds of Harry slurping on you and humming, loving the sweet taste of you, makes you shudder and your eyes flutter shut, and your lips fall into an o-shape.

“So fuckin’ sweet, angel.” his words get muffled by your wet cunt, and make your hips shift, grinding yourself gently against his mouth. 

His other hand starts slowly sliding down on your skin, and settles on your lower tummy, that place he finds perfect to have midday naps on. You place your own hand over his, holding tightly to his tattooed wrist.

“Oh, shit.” you curse under your breath, when you feel the burning sensation in your tummy add up, making you complete mess. You’re panting with shaky legs, your knuckles turning white from gripping too hard, whether to the pillows and blankets, or Harry’s short curls.

You cry out, when Harry pulls himself away from you. With eyes half-lidded and your chest rising up and down in a rapid speed, you look down at him, watching in awe as his eyes sparkle when he locks them with yours, his raspberry lips glistening from your juices, as well as his slightly scruffy chin and jaw. 

“What, why-why did you stop?” you pant out, your hand gripping onto the pillow next to you, but Harry just chuckles at your question. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” he answers, now a smirk curved on his lips.

“Let m’ feel yeh cum aroun’ my cock, how does that sound, love?”

If we make it through the night, if we make it out alive  ..
You said that you can save me
Don’t hope to ever find me
And I fear I’m too far gone  
.Pray for the dead.
I am the ocean, I am the sea
There is a world inside of me  

ACTION COMICS #983
Written by DAN JURGENS
Art by VIKTOR BOGDANOVIC and JONATHAN GLAPION
Cover by CLAY MANN
Variant cover by GARY FRANK
Retailers: This issue will ship with two covers. Please see the order form for details.
“REVENGE” part one! A beaten and battered Superman can barely hold his own against the revenge squad of his greatest foes—but hope rushes from the horizon as the Superman family arrives!
On sale JULY 12 • 32 pg, FC, $2.99 US • RATED T

ACTION COMICS #984
Written by DAN JURGENS
Art by VIKTOR BOGDANOVIC and JONATHAN GLAPION
Cover by CLAY MANN
Variant cover by GARY FRANK
Retailers: This issue will ship with two covers. Please see the order form for details.
“REVENGE” part two! A battle of titanic proportions rages through Superman’s arctic fortress as General Zod reveals his ultimate plan by accessing the Phantom Zone. Superman’s family’s lives hang in the balance as “Revenge” concludes.
On sale JULY 26 • 32 pg, FC, $2.99 US • RATED T

Light With Two Wings

Your severity always was just a twisted kindness
On the other side of the sharp words I felt a warm light

If I look back now there were hard times…
I felt like we got here smiling, without wavering…

Nobody knows what happens in the future…
If you can at least choose a way that you won’t regret…
You kept pushing our backs, right?

You did that for us, but who protects your back?
Tiny feathers gather one by one, and they form a white wing
Tiny lives being lost one by one, a black wing remains

Even if birds are born to fly
With just one wing they can’t fly well in the sky, right?
All the white and black determination, you carry them on your back
And lead everybody with it way further than the wall, to the horizon

I… go believing… in it…
Sigh… Parting… is regrettable but… there is no… time
There is one more… thought I would like to… tell you…
No… it’s nothing… after all…

Tiny feathers gather one by one, and they form a white wing
Tiny lives being lost one by one, a black wing remains

For the last time*… Was I a brave soldier in your eyes?
Please don’t forget that on your back there is a spreading double light
The light I felt… if I need to name it… yes… it’s hope


(*The kanji used for that last means someone’s last moment before death)