#don’t ask me where the name fern came from

[indimiart]

meet Fern. she deserves the whole world, and her dads know it well 🫶🏼

(she’s how they discovered Astarion’s original eye color was the loveliest of browns)

#bg3 #nievan ilthurin #baldur’s gate 3 #tav x astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion #tav #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate fanart #artists on tumblr #digital artist #dadstarion #listen he’s not the greatest father but he’s trying his best #brown eyed mortal astarion gives me life #i adore them so much #don’t ask me where the name fern came from #it just felt right

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Amnesia AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 6, word count 997

He awoke on the cold hard ground. A stick prodding painfully into his back. His head was sore, and when he raised his hand, it came away covered in red blood. 

He looked around, but he didn’t know where he was. There were a lot of trees, so maybe a forest? 

He stood shakily. His legs felt like jelly. When he looked down at himself, he was naked. He didn’t even have socks. He shivered as a slight breeze picked up. He wrapped his arms around himself and started walking. He needed to find help. 

He stumbled upon a path as he pushed through a patch of soft ferns. He couldn’t feel his feet. They were numb. “That can’t be good.” He said to himself. 

Fat droplets of rain began to fall from the skies, catching on the tree’s leaves and dripping onto his head. 

“Hey, come back! Where are you going, you daft dog?!” The relative silence of the forest was broken by a man’s shout. Before he could even turn in the direction of the voice, he was knocked forcefully to the ground by a giant black dog. “Shit, Pads, get off him. I’m so sorry, he’s not normally like this—Er, why are you naked?” 

The dog was dragged off of him, and a hand was offered to help him off the ground. “So are you going to answer me then? Why are you naked?” The man asked again.

“I don’t know.” He said, realising he had no idea how he got there or why or anything else. 

“Okay. What’s your name? Where do you live?” They were simple questions, but they were only simple when you had the answers. 

“I-I-I don’t know,” He stammered. The rain on his face felt warm. He was crying. 

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” The stranger pulled his coat off and wrapped it around him. He felt instantly warmer. “Come on, the cars this way.” The stranger guided him as they hurried out of the rain. The big black dog followed behind him. 

The stranger started the car and turned the heater up full. Hot air gushed at him from the vents and warmed his shaking body. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do,” The stranger started talking again, putting the car into gear and driving away. “We’re gonna pop back to mine so I can drop off Pads, and then we’ll go to the hospital. You’ve got a nasty gash on your head that I think might need stitches.”

He rested his head on the headrest and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, he was being shaken awake. “Hey, wake up, we’re at the hospital.” He let the man guide him into the A&E entrance and sit him in one of the blue plastic chairs. 

“Hi, my name is Sirius Black, and I found this man in the woods. He doesn’t know who he is or where he lives, and he’s got a nasty cut on his head.” He leaned in closer to the woman at reception. “He was naked when I found him.” Her already interested face turned to shock as she peered around Sirius and looked at him sitting in his chair. She picked up her phone and spoke into it hurriedly.

Sirius came over to him and sat in the chair opposite. “They’re sending a doctor down now to see you. I can stay if you want. I’ve left my details with the nurse in case you want them.” Sirius smiled kindly at him. 

He shot his hands out and grasped Sirius’s. 

“Please don’t leave me, I’m scared.” He sounded panicked, and he felt it. 

“Okay, okay.” Sirius soothed, stroking his hands. “I won’t go anywhere.”

He was dragged into multiple rooms over the next few hours. First to be washed, and then he was given a hospital gown. Sirius’s coat was returned to Sirius, and then a doctor sat and stitched up his head. He was then led to a strange machine where he asked the same questions over and over again as it whirled around him.  

More exhausted now than he had been when Sirius found him. He gladly got into the offered bed that Sirius was sitting beside and waited for the doctor. 

He’d closed his eyes, too embarrassed to try and talk to Sirius, not that he remembered anything to talk about. 

“Oh, is he asleep?” The doctor asked when he pulled the privacy curtains back. He snapped his eyes open and waited for the doctor to continue talking. “Oh, you’re up, brilliant. So, the results from your tests look mostly positive. Your cuts, while deep, were superficial. I’m afraid you’ll have quite the scar after this. However, you appear to have amnesia. It might be temporary, but until we can do further testing, we won’t know.” He felt his face fall. Sirius reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We did, however, manage to identify you. We found you via your dental records. Your name is Remus John Lupin. You’ll be discharged in a few hours as long as there aren’t any problems, and we’ll arrange for you to come back for a check-up.” The doctor left.

“Well, at least we’ve got a name for you. Remus.” Sirius tested the name. “Remus. It suits you.” Sirius smiled. 

“Fat lot of help knowing my name when I can’t remember anything else. I don’t even know where I live. What am I meant to do?” He hung his head into his hands and let out a sob. 

“Don’t be daft. You’re coming home with me. I’ve got plenty of room. It’s only me and Pads since James moved out. You don’t have to worry, I promise.” And Remus may not have any memories, but he did know that Sirius felt safe. Remus squeezed Sirius’s hand. 

“Okay. Thank you.” He smiled shyly. Sirius beamed back at him with a dazzling smile.     

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar au #remus lupin #sirius black #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #padfoot #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #sirius and remus #remus and sirius #lost in the forest #hospital #amnesia au

[bruh-changbin]

paper boy

pairing: school paper editor! seungmin x afab reader

genre: fluff + smut (minors dni)

warnings: piv, unprotected sex (be safe), semi-public sex, brief mention of masturbation (m and f), brief mention of oral (f receiving), lots of kissy kissy, uhhhh i think that's it?

word count: 2k

a/n: this is... kind of a random scenario but i think i fw it haha. pls appreciate this little baby seungmin fic because a) i haven't written for him or skz in forever, and b) i'm working on some larger fics that i will share in the near future. as always i would love love love to hear your thoughts 😸 also I promise I don’t think all english students are pretentious I was just playing it up for the fic ok bye

photos not mine, credit to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

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when you first lay eyes on seungmin he looks as if he’s the human embodiment of scholarly.

black wire-rimmed glasses hanging off of his nose, a light grey hoodie donning the name of your university across the chest, brows slightly furrowed as he scans the desktop screen in front of him. he looks cute.

you’ve never been one to read the school paper (who does?). but felix wanted to check out the ads posted in the job section so he asked you to pick up a copy for him while he was in his afternoon lecture. 

you’re a good friend, so you fulfil his request.

you’ve always found people involved with english-based extracurriculars to be, well, pretentious. more often than not they’re snooty rich kids who only use messenger bags and think they’re better than everyone because they know what words like malapropism and valetudinarian mean. see, pretentious. 

ergo, you’re less than excited for your venture to the school paper office. but a promise is a promise (and felix vowed to buy you starbucks if you did this for him), so you follow the directions felix gave you to get to your destination.

when you first step into the office space, you’re somewhat taken aback. it’s much more… homey than you imagined. the walls, painted a welcoming shade of fern green, are accompanied by thick armchairs lining the interior and a bamboo welcome mat you wipe your shoes on. a salt lamp casts a warm, pinky-orange glow from where it’s plugged in in the corner. but the real treasure is the cute, puppy-looking boy sitting behind the front desk. 

he looks nice.

virtuous.

innocent.

the kind of boy who’s coffee-toned bambi eyes are the epitome of sinless, who’s nice white teeth only reflect purity, who’s skin is so devoid of imperfections it looks like glass.

“excuse me, can i get a copy of the school paper?” you stutter out embarrassingly, feeling as if this is your first time operating your mouth, tongue and lips to form coherent sounds and syllables.

the boy behind the desk gives you a look that’s a mix of confusion and annoyance before glancing to his left. only then do you notice the painfully obvious display shelf donning stacks upon stacks of this week's issue, an obnoxiously colourful sign reading ‘school paper: grab a copy!’ plastered to the wall above really rubbing in your lack of situational awareness.

“they’re fresh off the press,” seungmin mumbles before going back to whatever it is he’s doing on the computer in front of him.

you nod even though his focus isn’t on you anymore before grabbing a copy of the paper for felix and heading back the way you came. when your sweaty palm comes into contact with the cold, metal handle of the door it shocks the sense back into you. you decide that no, you are not about to give up on this angelical boy just yet before spinning on your heel and spewing whatever thought pops into your head first.

“you smell like bergamot… what perfume do you use?”

he seems taken aback by your sudden questioning, his soft eyes widening just a smidge before he responds, “it’s uh, classic by clean reserve.”

“it smells nice.”

“yea, i like it.”

“i’m y/n.”

“seungmin.” 

he sticks out a hand for you to shake. weird, not many people in your age demographic shake hands when they introduce themselves. but the way he stuck his arm out with restrained enthusiasm is endearing and you grasp his hand in yours. his fingers are long and dainty while his palm radiates warmth; he shakes your hand twice before letting go.

“what’s your major, seungmin?”

“business.”

“business?”

“yep, you?”

“environmental science.”

“nice.” he sounds genuine, “so are you gonna save the world?”

“i’ll start with saving my grades, then we’ll see about the world.”

he laughs at this. the apples of his cheeks puff up ever so slightly to resemble mochi, his baby pink lips curling upwards to reveal a set of straight teeth, perfected by the wires and brackets that are glued to them. braces suit him well.

you vow to yourself that this won’t be the last time you see him.

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the first time you’re in seungmin’s bedroom your innocent perception of him is skewed.

he invited you over because he wanted to start watching breaking bad, a show that you, on many occasions, have raved about to no end. 

his room is spotless, a level of clean that you’ve never seen a 20-something year old guy execute. which is why your eyes are immediately drawn to the small corner of paper sticking out from under seungmin’s bed. with the rest of his room being so perfect, this small discrepancy sticks out like a sore thumb.

when seungmin head’s downstairs to do god knows what, you grab the paper from underneath his bed and gasp when you find yourself face to face with a playboy magazine. pages upon pages, some with small tears or doggy-ear bookmarks, filled with women showing off their tits in promiscuous poses stare back at you as you flip through the magazine.

heat creeps its way up your neck and when you hear seungmin begin to make his way up the stairs you toss the magazine back under his bed. he gives you a skeptical look when he sees you standing in the middle of his room, fists balled up at your sides with an uneasy expression present on your face, before shrugging, hopping onto his bed and patting the spot beside him to get you to sit down.

despite the show playing in the background, your gaze continues to fall on seungmin’s side profile. 

how can someone so innocent and good be into something so… raunchy? not that liking porn or hentai or whatever it is that gets you going makes you a bad person, it’s just that with seungmin it’s so out of pocket, for lack of a better term.

you try not to imagine seungmin getting himself off on the very bed you're sitting on, one hand holding his tattered playboy and the other gripping his cock. you try not to imagine the hushed whines and groans that would leave his lips in an exhale, ruffling his blonde-streaked bangs in the process. you try not to imagine how he’d bite his puffy bottom lip and throw his head back in ecstasy as he finishes all over his stomach.

you fail.

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over time the innocence you once saw in seungmin wanes with a slew of firsts: the first time you caught him looking at your breasts through your near see-through top; the first time you found your mind drifting to thoughts of him and his fingers and his lips when you were touching yourself; the first time you made out with him in the back of felix’s corolla when he and changbin ran into the convenience store to get dorito’s.

if seungmin’s lips were a drug you’d be an addict.

you’ve lost track of how many hours you’ve spent with his tongue down your throat, your face going numb with the feeling of his mouth pressed against yours. he tastes like the spearmint gum he chews around the clock and you feel as if you could drown in his blown out pupils when he stares at you with lust and hunger and desire.

his calloused palms and paper-cut ridden fingertips know your skin as if it’s his own. he’s stronger than he lets on, which you found out the first time he fucked you from behind against his kitchen counter. you still don’t know if the purple and blue splotches that remained on your hips for days after were from his countertop or the grip he had on you.

in some ways he still has some of the virtue you thought he had when you first laid eyes on him.

he’s a people pleaser through and through, and will happily spend hours with his face shoved between your legs tongue-fucking you to orgasm so many times you swear you see god. or, he’ll watch with amusement as you struggle to get yourself off on his cock (which is perfect, by the way). the way he looks at you with something akin to pity when you’re perched on top of him - fat tears rolling down your cheeks because your legs are aching and you can’t be on top anymore but you wanna cum so badly - stirs something inside of you that nothing ever has before.

seungmin’s ability to fuck you so hard you see stars is the perfect juxtaposition to the version of himself he portrays to the outside world. kind, quiet, lenient. a picture perfect boyfriend.

you’d made a pact with yourself to get to know more about what it is he does for the school paper, seeing as that was how the two of you met in the first place.

“what exactly do you do there?” you question him over a slice of cheesecake you’re sharing in a booth at a secluded restaurant.

“i edit, do some admin stuff. you know, the works.” he uses his thumb to swipe a dollop of caramel off of your top lip before sucking on it. you swoon.

“do you want me to show you around the office?” he asks you while pulling on his corduroy jacket that makes him look like a teddy bear.

“what, right now?”

“why not? i’ve got the keys.” he pulls a jumpring holding a multitude of silver and gold keys out of his pocket as if to emphasise his point. 

so you say yes.

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you’ve never been on campus after hours. 

something about strolling through the dark hallways that are normally teeming with students and faculty really gets you on edge. but in a good way, like you’re feeding into the rebellious phase you had as a teen that you thought died out but still exists in some small part of your brain. your thoughts are cut short when seungmin stops to unlock to door to the student paper office and drags you into the place your first met him all that time ago.

seungmin explains how much of newspaper production has gone digital now and shows you the web offset press that’s responsible for printing the many copies of your school’s paper every week. he lets you sit at his desk and shows you how he edits upcoming articles while overseeing practically every aspect of the process. it’s then you realize how much seungmin downplays his contribution to the paper, for if he wasn’t involved as much as much as he is everything would be askew.

when you feel his hands creep their way up your back before stopping at your shoulders you relax into his touch. you’ve known seungmin was in a mood since earlier this evening; it was only a matter of time before he made a move. 

he leaves feathery kisses on your neck and jaw while his hands slip under your top to palm your breasts. even the smallest of touches from him can reduce you to a needy, flustered mess. 

the two of you fooling around in seungmin’s workspace was bound to happen, which is why you follow his lead when he moves you so you’re sitting on his desk, when he slips his hand into your panties, when he kisses you so hard you can’t breathe.

garments are discarded at a leisurely pace and soon enough seungmin has his cock stuffed in your tight pussy and is fucking you on top of his desk. the steady electrical hum from the backup generator isn’t enough to drown out his groans and your sighs of pleasure and the wet sound of your cunt sucking him in with every thrust.

seungmin’s tongue drags across your collar bones as you tangle your fingers in his chocolate brown hair with the toffee streaks in his bangs that you love oh so much. the hair at the nape of his neck becomes slick with sweat as his hips bump and grind against yours in a way that has the ceiling above you transforming into a blanket of stars.

you cry when you cum and pray for this moment to never end, revelling in the warmth of your sweet sweet paper boy’s body pressed against yours.

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#stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids blurbs #stray kids x reader #kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader

[geesenoises]

wip snip

thanks to @teledild0nix for tagging me and giving me a good excuse to post this.

i wrote this two weeks ago, in a small fit of inspiration after thinking about one of my favorite movies, Columbus. idk where this thing is going, or if it's going anywhere, but i tried a little bit for the vibes of the movie. cw: mentions of termimal illness in a parent

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Draco had no great desire to be at his father’s bedside when he died, but his mother did and he could tell she needed him there. The hospice facility was light, airy, trimmed and furnished with birch and oak. The staff were all quiet and respectful, performing their duties with the height of discretion. And Draco still felt like he was being slowly crushed from all sides whenever he was there. He made sure his mother was comfortable in Lucius’s private room and then escaped outside.

There was a brook on the grounds. He stared at it sightlessly as he collapsed on to a bench overlooking it and lit a cigarette. He’d managed about three drags before some wanker chastised him.

“The designated smoking area is on the other side of the building.” Draco stiffened in recognition but obstinately took another pull from his cigarette.

“Everyone here’s dying anyway,” Draco muttered dispassionately.

Potter came to a stop in front of Draco’s bench and regarded him for a moment before sitting down.

“What do you want, Potter?” Draco asked tiredly without looking at him. “He’s dying. Another loose end tied up for you.”

“Erm, no, I’m not here to talk about your dad. Or, I am, but only to say—” Potter stammered out. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s been a long time coming. He’s been ill for years.” Draco looked around at the grounds. The clean lines of the building’s architecture and the sunlight gleaming off the brook, softly babbling over artfully placed rocks with lush ferns overhanging it. Every last detail expressed tranquility. Draco waved a hand at it all. “This is all probably better than he deserves.”

Potter didn’t have anything to say to that, probably neither wanting to seem eager in grim agreement, nor able to bring himself to offer a polite lie of demurral. They resolved into silence until it occurred to Draco—

“You too. I’m sorry. Terribly rude of me; it should have occurred to me sooner. Is it anyone I know?”

That seemed to startle Potter into flustered motion again. “Oh! No, er, it’s nobody. I’m not—I volunteer here sometimes. If they don’t have anybody to sit with them, or when their family has to be away. I saw your dad’s name on the room assignments when I was checking in today.”

Of course. Saint Potter, here to bless the dying. Never anywhere out of self-interest. Draco dropped the cigarette butt, stepped it out, and vanished it before Potter could tell him off for littering. He even cast a cleaning charm for the ash. He wouldn’t want to sully the consecrated ground Potter walked on.

“How noble of you,” Draco said, trying for withering and knowing he’d landed on parched at best. “If you’ll excuse me.”

He left without waiting for Potter’s response, heading back to his father’s room to make his excuses to his mother, letting her know he’d come back for her later. They’d taken rooms at a nearby well-appointed bed and breakfast and he apparated there as soon as he’d cleared the property boundaries.

tagging @moonmanatee @oknowkiss @wolfpants @citrusses @saintgarbanzo @basicallyahedgehog if you'd like!

#wip snip #my writing

[sentientcave]

And They Were Roommates

Got brainworms from Ceilidho talkin' about Fem!Soap and wrote out a few scenarios, and landed on this one as my favourite. Maybe personal trainer Soap and hot woman complimenting you in a dive bar bathroom Soap will get written about later on.

Part 1

Part 2 Here

(Fem!SoapxFemReader) ~2.2k words

Alcohol mention, but no other major flags at this point. (A few jokes about axe murderers) But also MDNI because this is an 18+ blog and there will probably be NSFW content in future parts

You had put an ad up online.

Your best friend had moved in with her boyfriend, leaving you with more apartment than you could afford. You had enough savings to get you through till the next month, but things were going to be dicey if you didn’t find someone to take over Fern’s half of the rent soon.

You’d had plenty of responses, mostly from men that gave you creepy vibes, even through digital means. You’d actually met with only one person, and she was allergic to cats, which made her a no go.

She’d been nice enough, though. If it really came down to it, maybe Fern would take Red Herring. She did love that fat orange bastard. And so do you. The thought of giving him up, even to Fern, doesn’t sit right.

Red meows loudly through the door as your key scrapes in the lock. You nudge him away with your foot while you enter the apartment, wary of any escape attempts. You feed him so he stops yelling at you, and boil water so you can feed yourself some instant ramen for dinner, and boot up your laptop to check the ad again.

A few more creepy responses, one of which is just a slightly blurry dick pic. You delete them. One that looks promising.

>Hey! I’m interested in the room if it’s still available! Can we meet soon? I’m a military gal and I’m being deployed again next week and I already gave notice at the last rat-hole I was renting. Seemed like 60 days was plenty of time for apartment hunting 60 days ago, but I haven’t found anything lol. Hopefully we get along! You can give me a call any time in the next few days, and we can set up a meet’n’greet. Thanks a bunch! Jamie MacTavish

Her number is in brackets below that, next to the soap emoji, for whatever reason.

No sense waiting around. You call the number right away.

“Hello?” The voice is a woman’s, a dusky alto, which is a good first sign.

“Hi, Jamie? I’m calling about the apartment. Or, um, from the apartment.” You give her your name as an after thought, feeling silly that you hadn’t led with that.

“Yaldy! I was hopin’ ye’d call. I’ve got a friend I can move in with if it comes down to it, but I really don’t want to. He lives in a worse rat hole than I do. Are ye busy now? I’ll buy ye dinner if you like, just for the short notice and the trouble.”

Anything would be better than ramen for dinner a second night in a row. “Yeah, alright. There’s a decent pub down the street, Keeler’s? It’s close so I can give you an apartment tour if you pass the ‘not a murderer’ vibe check.”

There's a beat of silence. “Does killin’ people in the line of duty count?” she asked. “Because, er, I have. But I’m not like, prone to doin’ that kind of thing in my spare time.”

You think about it a moment. State sanctioned violence does feel different than personal time violence, although you're pretty sure that speaks to some sort of unaddressed bias. Something to think about. “I appreciate the honesty, at least.”

She laughed. “I can meet ye at yer pub in half an hour. That work for ye?”

“Yeah. That works.”

“Great. I’ll text you a picture of me so ye know who tae look for. See you soon.”

You get the text a minute after you hang up. A picture of a gorgeous woman with big smile and bright blue eyes, the sides of her head shaved, the rest of it left long and braided back from her face. She looks normal enough.

You get ready and head out, texting Fern to let her know where you’d gone, just in case Jamie actually was a murderer in her spare time.

Jamie’s already there when you get to the pub, sitting at the bar with a pint, watching the door intently, her leg bouncing. You give her a little wave, and she beams at you. She’s even hotter in real life, wearing tight, ripped up jeans that cling to her muscular thighs, and a tight black tank-top under a cropped leather jacket. She has almost no jewelry, other than the dog tags around her neck and the silver hoops in her ears. She looks, well, normal. Friendly.

You go up and introduce yourself, earning a firm handshake. She’s strong.

“Hi!” she says excitedly. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jamie, but my friends call me Soap. I’d tell ye why, but it’s classified.”

“Is it really?”

“No. But it’s fun to say.” She flags down the bartender. “A pint for my friend here, if you don’t mind. You want to grab a booth? Or stay up at the bar?”

You look around, and there’s a few empty booths, but it’s early yet, and they tend to fill up quickly. “Let’s move. If we stay up here the single dads are going to start hitting on us.”

"We are a couple of dolls, aren't we?" She flashed another big smile at the bartender as he set a second pint out. "We're movin' to a table, if ye don't mind."

"No problem, love," he says, obviously besotted already. "I'll send Jenny around to take your order."

"Thanks, pal. Appreciate it."

You pick up the pint and follow her over to a booth, sliding in on the opposite side.

"So, you said you're military?"

"Ah am. SAS no less. Best of the bloody best. Not many jobs where ye get tae blow things up awl the time." She sheds her jacket, revealing impressively muscled arms. "I could just live on base, if things don't work out here, just so ye ken. No pressure on ye. But I hate stayin' on base when I don't have to. It's the communal showers. Most of the lads are, well, lads. Gotta shower in the middle of the night, and I keep bumpin' into my LT when I do. And he said I could move in with him too. I’m in a rush but I willnae be homeless, so ye don’t need to worry about me if you dinnae think we’ll get along."

You wince in sympathy. "That sounds terrible. I don't think I'd ever be comfortable showering in front of other people."

"Is naw so bad, if it's someone ye like seein' naked. But most of em are munters anyway. Wouldnae mind so much if more of 'em looked like you." She winked over the edge of her pint glass and took a swig.

You laugh at her little joke. She's fun, and you already feel at ease with her. She tells you about her old rat hole apartment, and a little about living on base, although she's a bit vague on the details of her actual job, beyond blowing things up.

She asks you about your work, and you tell her about the used bookshop you work at down the road. You're basically the only employee, and it's usually not too busy, although it can be annoying when you get a rush in the middle of pricing 'new' books. But it pays the rent, more or less. You talk a bit about Fern, and about Red Herring too.

"I love cats," she said excitedly. "Never been able to keep one, bein' away so much. LT had a dog, and he was awlright, but I'm definitely more of a cat girl. Got bit by a few too many pups in my day."

"Well, Red's a real love bug. Once we're done here you can meet him. I think we're going to get along fine."

"Och, really? Just like that, aye? Thought I'd have to work harder."

"Honestly, I thought I was going to have to accept some weirdo or give poor old Red away. You're a much better fit than I expected to find. I think we could be friends."

Her blue eyes track something behind you and narrow slightly. "Well, I'm holdin' ye to that. We're about to be accosted by my lads. Don't let them scare ye." She shoves her plate across the table into the spot next to you and clambers out of the booth. "Oi, what're you munters doin' here? I'm gettin' interviewed for an apartment. Dinnae need you scarin' my girl."

You look behind you, spotting a giant wearing a skull-print balaclava, and a more regular-sized (though no less muscular) black man with a brilliant smile. "We wanted to make sure she wasn't an axe murderer," he says pleasantly.

"Or a chainsaw murderer," the giant adds.

Soap cuts him off before he can take the seat beside you. "Over there," she orders, pointing at the opposite bench, where she'd been sitting. "I'm not lettin' you box her in." She grimaces at you apologetically as she drops into the spot beside you. Her thigh presses against yours for a moment, before you shift further down the bench. "They're sweet, in their own way. Think I need lookin' after. The big guy's Ghost, or LT. This handsome pain in the arse is Gaz. Don't let him sweet talk ye intae callin' him Kyle unless you want him tae put yer ankles up by yer ears. Made that mistake before."

"You don't have to bring that up every time you introduce me to a woman," Gaz says, clearly exasperated.

"I do. How else are they gonna know to call you for a good time?" She smacks his hand away from her plate when he reaches for it. "Oi! Order your own chips ye bastard."

"I only want a couple," Gaz protests.

"Ye always say tha' and ye always lie. Ah umnae fallin' for it again."

"You can have a couple of mine," you offer. "I wasn't going to finish them anyway."

"When do we get to see the place?" Ghost asked.

"Ye don't, unless yer carryin' boxes for me. I willna ask her to let three strangers in her home when she's only just met me."

"Well I guess we're helpin' ye move," Ghost said. "Was gonna leave it all to Price."

"Lazy cunts. Ne’er around when there’s work tae be done.”

“I was gonna help,” Gaz protests. “I already told you that.”

“And I did tell you that you could move into my place if you didn’t find somethin’ in time,” Ghost points out. “We’re not all bad.”

“Well, they’re not bad lads tae have watchin’ yer back in a fire-fight,” Soap admits. “But they dinnae know how to be normal about anythin’.”

“Are you supposed to be the normal one?” Ghost asks.

“Aye. And I willnae have you say otherwise in front of my new friend.”

She finishes eating long before you do, with the speed and gusto of a woman who often has to defend her plate against hungry scavengers. Gaz, true to Soap’s complaint, eats the majority of your chips, although he does thank you and give you a big, wide smile, the sort that could sell someone a bridge. He’s definitely a charmer.

Soap asks for the bill while you’re finishing up. You reach for your purse, but she puts a hand on yours and gives you an intense blue stare. “No, kitty. I told ye I was buyin’ ye dinner, I’ll no’ let ye make me a liar, especially when Gaz ate half your plate.”

God she’s strong. You’re not sure that you could shake her off to insist even if you tried. “Alright. I just—”

“Oh I ken. But I wouldna offer if I didna mean it. I’m a woman of her word.” She pays with cash, and offers you a hand up and out of the booth. She points a warning finger at her friends. “And dinnae follow us, ye creepy bastards.”

They laugh, like they hadn’t followed her to the pub in the first place.

“They really do mean well,” Soap says, linking her arm with yours as you step out onto the street. “But they’ve go’ a bad habit of thinkin’ they dinnae need to respect my space just ‘cause we’ve all spent nights crammed into one room sharin’ cots. I think if the captain had his way we’d all live in his house and sleep in a big fuck-off pile like dogs.”

“Sound a bit claustrophobic.”

“Aye. Ye understand why I’m so eager to make this work with ye, kitty-cat. If I move in with LT it’s just a matter of time before Price comes over tae help us fix somethin’ and says ‘Oh, I dinny know why ye both stay in this shitehole. Whyna stay with me a while, till we find ye somethin’ better?’ And then before we know it we’re all sleepin’ in the same bed and usin’ the same toothbrush.”

You giggle, hoping that's just a joke. “That’s gross.”

“I ken! Horrible men, they are. I need some girl time before I go mad.” She squeezes your arm and knocks her head against yours gently. “We’re goin’ tae be best friends in no time, kitty. I wish I wasna goin’ away so soon.”

“You haven’t even seen the apartment yet!”

“Och, tha’s a formality. I was more wurried about us gettin’ along, kitty. The apartment doesna matter all that much, so long as it’s got a workin’ shower and a place for my bed. If I pass Mr. Herring’s sniff test, I’ll give ye cash on the spot, aye? For next month an’ half of this one, since you’d be lettin' me move in before the first.”

And, well, it’s hard to think of a good reason to say no.

#cod mw #Fem!SoapxReader #And they were roommates #Soap Mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #Don't worry Jamie will be just as much of a menace as Johnny #she's just on her best behaviour right now #Call of duty #Modern Warfare #Cave Writing #Fem!Soap #Sorry if the scots is bad I'll adjust it if it is it's just real fun to write

[pawnshopbleus]

Put Me in a Movie - Chapter Eleven

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie?

Chapter Ten

The wrap party was a month ago and you haven’t been in contact with Miguel since. It’s not like you blocked him. You just gave him some space and respected his boundaries.

Now, you and Fern were at the grocery store. It was a grocery store that only Hollywood's finest shopped at due to its pretty pricey membership. Fern was sitting in the part of the cart where babies and small children usually sat.

You were in the part of the grocery store that interested Fern the least, the produce aisle. You were shopping for general items to stock your fridge. Tomatoes, carrots, broccoli, mushrooms, bell peppers, spinach, and lettuce. You just needed to find some potatoes and then you would be on your way over to the snack aisle.

“I like you dog,” a tiny girl's voice said.

You looked up from your phone to where the voice came from. A little girl around the age of six or seven was sitting in an unattended cart. This alarmed you. What kind of parent would leave their child unattended in a grocery store?

If this was your child, you would want someone to watch over her just in case. So you did.

“Thank you. Her name is Fern. What’s your name?” You pulled your cart up next to hers.

“My name’s Gabriella. Can I pet your dog?” Gabriella and Fern looked at you with pleading eyes.

You laughed at their antics, “Sure. Pet away.”

Gabriella laughed as Fern lapped at her face. You thought that this was the perfect time to ask Gabriella where the hell her parents were.

“My dad said he was going to go put something back but I think he forgot about me,” Gabriella shrugged. Gabriella was good with dogs. She knew just where to pet and where to not. She was careful, kind, and attentive. Overall, she looked like she was a good kid.

“Gabriella, I’m-” Miguel’s voice got caught in his throat as he saw you. You looked amazing. He couldn’t stop thinking about you since the moment he kissed you a month ago. He cursed himself night and day for letting you go. If time travel was possible, he would go back in time and never let you go.

“Miguel? This is your daughter?” you asked him.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t speak. He just stupidly looked at you like a deer in headlights.

“Yea, that’s my dad,” Gabriella answered for him. Fern barked which caused Miguel to break out of his trance.

You tried to strike up a conversation but didn’t know what to say so you resorted to the blandest question ever, “So, how have you been?”

“I’ve been better,” Miguel answered honestly.

The two of you fell into a light and friendly conversation. It contrasted the many sarcastic and rushed conversations the two of you had in the past. It was still evident that the two of you had feelings for each other. He was everything that you thought of during the past month. His lips put a spell on you that no matter what you did, you couldn’t break it.

“Daddy, can I get a dog?”

“No.” “Well, can this nice lady come over with her dog?” Then, Gabriella’s eyes widen, “Hey, she kind of looks like the picture you have on your phone. You know the one where she’s wearing that red bathing suit.”

You were on the cover of Sports Illustrated about three years ago. You remember that red bathing suit. Stella was the one that bought it for you when your stylist brought you an ugly neon leopard print bikini. You would never be caught dead in anything leopard print.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Miguel denied the connection. His face was flushed red with embarrassment.

“Yes, you do. When I was playing Minecraft on your phone I accidentally went to your pictures and I saw that picture. You have a lot of pictures of her on your phone,” Gabriella said matter-of-factly.

You wanted to laugh out loud at the way that Miguel was giving Gabriella a pointed look. As if he was trying to non-verbally communicate with his daughter. She was obviously not taking the hint as she continued. Apparently, he had about a trillion pictures of you according to Gabriella.

“Gabby, that’s enough.” Miguel sighed as he put his flushed face in his hands.

“I’ll stop if you let her come over for dinner with her dog.” Gabriella knew how to get her way and she did.

“Fine, do you want to come over for dinner?” Miguel asked.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.”

“No, please. It’s the least I could do. Especially after…”

“Well, alright then. I guess Fern and I are coming over for dinner then.” You clasped your hands together. Gabriella let out a pleased hum and kissed Fern on the head.

“See you tonight, then?” Miguel looked at you hopefully.

“See you tonight.”  

Chapter Twelve 

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x female reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader

[eunchancorner]

Random shit ft the WC crossover au, go

No one really knew where Giantstrike was from.

The first memory anyone ever had of him was when Holysnow found him wandering around outside of camp. It had been a clear, quiet, frankly boring day and the medicine cat had been looking for something to do, so he’d gone out to gather herbs, stumbling upon a kit nearly the size of him. The only reason he recognized the kit as such was because his paws seemed a bit too big and his ears a bit too fuzzy.

He had half a mind to leave the giant kit to fend for itself, but he also knew the warrior code decreed that he HAD to help him, so he led him back to camp to meet the Clan.

The kit later explained that his parents had gone missing one night, and that he’d been wandering around for a few days trying to find them, eating bugs and such to survive. When asked about his age, he said he thought he was about 5 moons old, as he’d seen the full moon about 5 times, but he wasn’t quite sure exactly how old he was.

Holysnow consulted the leader about this, and they came to the conclusion that the new kit could become an apprentice alongside the next generation, which were all due for an apprentice ceremony within the next moon or so. However, there was one thing left to do.

After a few hours of discussion, Holysnow asked the kit for his name.

“My name? Uhmm… I dunno… I don’t really remember… Mama didn’t call me much, I usually stayed right next to her, and I don’t think Mama and Papa talked about me,” he mumbled out, his voice, however gruff it may have been, still another clear indicator that he was just a kit. He probably wasn’t used to his name yet.

“Then we shall call you Giantkit until you become an apprentice,” Holysnow decided for the kit, before walking off to tell the leader.

“‘Giantkit’? ‘Apprentice’? What does that mean?” the silver tabby asked the other kits, crouching to get closer.

“Oh! I know I know! Most of us are named after what we look like! Like Muddykit and Lavnderkit, and me! Goldenkit! But soon we’re gonna be Muddypaw, Lavenderpaw and Goldenpaw, and you’re gonna be Giantpaw!” a yellow kit announced enthusiastically, bounding around as she motioned to her friends.

“Why are our names gonna change?” Giantkit asked, a bit confused, before a kit with a mottled brown pelt stepped in front of him.

“Because we’re gonna turn into apprentices! We’re gonna get to leave camp and hunt for the Clan, and fight off all the badgers and foxes!” he said, seemingly excited for the new title.

“Yeah, our moms said that when our kit fluff is gone and we grow into our paws, we’re gonna become apprentices! We’re all really close, and so are you, so you’re gonna become an apprentice with us!” exclaimed another kit, silver that looked almost purple.

“Ugh, do we have to become apprentices with him?” he heard a sudden, much snarkier mew behind him, and turned to see an oddly thin, lanky kit leave the den.

“Don’t be so rude, Stickkit, he’s new!” Goldenkit defended, running up to stand nose-to-nose with the other kit.

“But he doesn’t know anything about Clan life! That’s the point!”

“We barely know anything either, mouse brain, why do you think we become apprentices before we become warriors?!” Muddykit pointed out, standing beside Goldenkit.

Stickkit looked around for a moment before spotting another kit attempting to leave the den.

“C’mon, Ratkit, back me up!” he asked the black kit, but the kit just looked at him, tilted his head and left the den without a word, heading towards the small pile of fresh-kill near a cluster of ferns. Stickkit growled to himself before pushing past the other two kits and trotting over to a den bush, slipping under it.

“What was that all about?” Giantkit asked as the two came back over to him, tilting his head.

“Stickkit doesn’t like new cats, he thinks everyone who’s not a Clan cat is stupid,” Goldenkit explained, shuffling her paws. “He’s mean, I don’t like him.”

“Don’t worry, Giantkit, I’m sure soon you’ll know just as much as we do!” Lavenderkit assured him.

“Yeah,” Muddykit agreed, “One day, we’re all gonna be great warriors!”

-

“And you did become great warriors! You’re the best hunter in the Clan, Muddyspots is the deputy, Goldenscruff is super fast and Giantstrike scares away all of the big, scary animals because he’s even bigger!!” Skullkit cheered, pattering his little white paws on the ground.

“That’s right, and Sticksnap learned that cats outside of the Clan aren’t stupid; they just live differently,” Lavenderclaw added, looking over at Sticksnap and Velvetfur, “Didn’t you?”

The lean brown cat rolled his eyes, leaning into his fluffy mate. “I suppose I did…”

“See, you two? Everything works out. Giantstrike became a great warrior, and Sticksnap learned a life lesson. A perfect story!”

“But wait, what about Ratkit? What happened to him?” Pumpkinkit asked, “We don’t have a warrior with ‘Rat’ in his name now!”

“That’s…” Lavenderclaw thought, before sighing.

“That’s a story for another time, Pumpkinkit…”

#eun rants #sm #spooky month #dexter erotoph #richard #frank #lila #jaune #john #skid #pump #carmen #father gregor #sm au #spooky month au #crossover #warriors #warrior cats #spooky month x warriors #spookyclan

[itsjustnobody0]

Chapter 4.

Hi guys and welcome back! I hope your enjoying this story so far!! Already on chapter 4! God it’s been rlly quick since I posted the first chapter. Speaking of the first chapter here’s the link to it in case you haven’t read it:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

TW for chapter 4-

stealing

Swearing

Self doubt

Hights

Climbing

Sleeping

Screaming

Nightmares

Food

Locking yourself in a small room

Starving

Death

Hugging

It is literally just the word being mentioned but I’m giving the warning in case it is like really triggering for some people. Enjoy the chapter. Ciao bitches.

We got back home and I had a wardrobe full of new clothes and paint. I also had some got some fake plants and other things to add to my room. I wasn’t going to use much of it. I liked the plants and decided to name the fern Roderick (If you know I love you). I had stolen some spray paints without anyone noticing, I had walked out at the exact time as someone else to make it look like they had stole something when the alarm went of. I had done things like that before but I don’t normally steal from actual shops. I didn’t bother painting the white walls I just got my spray paint and started spraying it on the walls. Once I had done I had a massive green dragon in the wall and other doodles on the other, I was very proud of it. I had been spray painting since I was very young and I had a black mask with a bit of spray paint on it, I had wore it while painting as I didn’t want to inhale the fumes. I sat on the bed I had and chilled, I had hidden my spray paints so I couldn’t get them taken off me. I wanted to speak to Ranboo again but I didn’t want to bother him and he probably already thought I was very annoying. There wasn’t much I could do, I didn’t own a phone or any devices, I had forgotten to buy scetch books, I did have a couple of books that where in the closet when I first came here but I had no idea how to read. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The person walked in without waiting for an answer.

“What?” I snapped, I didn’t need people talking to me unless it was Ranboo.

“Hello to you too.” The woman said quietly.

“Who the fuck are you?” I demanded

“I’m Niki, I work here.” She explained politely, suddenly I kinda felt bad, I knew I shouldn’t have snapped at her but I wasn’t going to apologise

“”Oh h-hi. I’m Y/n” I said

“I know, I just wanted to introduce myself and say if you need anything to just ask. Don’t worry if you get lost, it’s a pretty big house, just ask anyone for directions, they’ve all been in the same situation as you so no one’s going to judge you.” She smiled at me

“Thank you.” I said gratefully. 

She was about to walk out then she saw all my spray painted walls. Her eyes widened but she didn’t say anything. I went back to lying on the bed. I hated being there, I felt trapped. I just wanted to get out, feel the rain on my face and the breeze in my hair. I sighed. I got up of the bed and walked to the window. It wasn’t massive but it was big enough to climb out of. Maybe if I wanted to escape. Then I decided it wouldn’t be bad if I went for a little stroll, a walk maybe? I left all my stuff in the room and climbed out of the window. I hung off the window sill and looked round, there was an unstable looking drain pipe I could climb down, I decided to go for it and I slid down it. To my suprise it stayed firmly connected to the wall. I hopped of and saw a boy, he had brown hair and brown eyes, he was wearing jumper with bees on. He kinda stared at me.

“The fuck do you want?” I snapped

“I want to know where the fuck you’re going.” He said

“Well why don’t you mind your own business Bee Boi.” I sneered. 

He laughed and I joined in. His laughter was sweet and infectious. 

“Oh well, just be safe. I can tell your not running away, the amount of people I’ve seen try it not hard to figure out. Make sure your back in an hour because then they start looking for you and then they call the police and that’s where it gets hard to get out of.” He explained to me

“Thank you so much.” I smiled at him. 

He smiled back at me and then j started walking down the street. He seemed nice. I wondered if he knew Ranboo. I had no plan of where to go and I’d never been around here before so I wasn’t sure where to go. I found this park and walked into it. It had a lake in it and a play area for children. I started walking round the lake, I found this shady area a way off the path which had a big tree. I climbed up the tree and I found a platform, really large. I could see the lake from up there and the sunset was reflecting off it. It was so pretty. I lay down from a bit and drifted off to sleep. I woke up and the sun was pretty much almost set. I went to look down at my rust then realised I didn’t own a watch. Shit. I had no concept of time and no idea how long I had been out. I almost fell down the tree trying to climb quickly. I got to the ground and started sprinting back the way I was sure I had came. I found the house and climbed up the drain. I had left my window open enough from me to get into. I quickly shut the window and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the running. I heard shouting from downstairs and it brought back memories of things I wanted to forget. Suddenly someone barged into my room. I jumped of the bed as a reflex, I fell onto the ground and I quickly stood back up. 

“Jack!” I exclaimed 

“WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU?” He shouted. 

That shocked me, a lot. I hated being shouted at, it was triggering. I grabbed the closest thing near me and threw it at him. I ran past him and found the bathroom. I ran in and locked it. I was surprised there was a lock on the door, I would have thought Niki and Jack would be more weary of the kids they had here. I sat down on the floor and breathed heavily. I wanted to cry but I wouldn’t do that, not today, not ever. There was a blurry window on the bathroom wall and I could see it was dark outside. I was super tired even though I had slept in the tree house. I found two towels in a cabinet I put one down at a pillow and put the other one over me as a blanket. That was the 2nd most comfiest sleep I had ever had in the life. I had bad nightmares, they were about my past, there was shouting, sometimes at me and sometimes at other things. I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep but I was awoken by a soft knock on the door. I looked at the window and it was light now, meaning I had been there all night.

“Y/n, open up.” Said Jack.

“FUCK OFF!” I shouted at him through the door. 

“Y/n please, I’m sorry.” He tried

“ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF? FUCK OFF!” I screamed. 

I heard footsteps walking away from the door and I sat there. I wasn’t going to give up but there wasn’t much I could do in the bathroom. The widow didn’t open and there wasn’t any food in here, I was super hungry as-well. I sat there and I could smell the smell of pancakes baking made downstairs for other kids, they were probably being made by Niki. I then heard another knock on the door.

“Hey Y/n, let us in please.” Someone begged.

“Who’s us?” I called. 

“It’s Ranboo and Tubbo.” Ranboo’s voice said

“Tubbo?” I asked, I had no idea who Tubbo was.

“Bee Boi!” A sweet voice said, Tubbo’s.

“O-oh.” I stuttered

“Please let us in.” He asked.

“Is it just you guys?” I checked.

“Yeah.” Ranboo told me

“Promise?” I asked

“Promise.” Tubbo confirmed. 

I keep towards the door and slowly unlocked it. I let them in and then quickly closed and locked the door again.

“Y/n, you know you can’t stay in here forever, right?” Ranboo asked me nicely

“And why not?” I demanded stubbornly 

“Your going to starve to death.” Tubbo said

“Good.” I said quietly, they both looked at me with wide eyes. 

Ranboo slowly approaches me by scooting across the floor, I felt his long arms rapping round my body in a comforting manner, he was warm and he felt safe. I hugged him back and tried so hard not to cry. Tubbo came towards us and hugged me aswell. I let out a slight giggle, I didn’t normally like physical contact but this was nice, comforting. We all pulled away but they sat closer to me this time. I put my head on Ranboos shoulder and held Tubbos hand. I hadn’t known either of them for very long but I felt like they were my brothers. It was probably because of my lack of human contact for the past 2 years. I hadn’t talked much until the past two days. I didn’t need to speak, people I stole from didn’t need to know I existed. 

“Why are you in here anyway?” Ranboo asked

“Jack screamed at them? Did you not hear?” Tubbo explained

“No I kinda taught myself not to hear screaming.” Ranboo told us

“Oh, I kinda wished I had been able to do that.” I said

“Me too.” Tubbo agreed

“Y/n, what do you say we get out of here, get some snacks, then go watch a movie in my room?” Ranboo asked

“You have a laptop?” I replied

“Yeah!” He said

“I have this memory stick, im not sure what’s on it, could I plug it into your computer?” I asked him

“Yeah of course you can!” He agreed. 

Tubbo and Ranboo got up and they both helped to pull me up. I giggled a bit and then we unlocked the door. They both held one of my hands each and we walked to Ranboo’s room which was just down the corridor and opposite them room I was staying in. I went in with them and Ranboo went to get snacks while me and Tubbo sat down. 

We heard a knock on the door and found it weird, why would Ranboo knock on the door of his own room? I got up to answer and deeply regretted it when I saw who it was. I went to slam the door but it was caught by Jack.

“Y/n. I wanted to apologise for screaming. It didn’t just upset you it triggered multiple people in this house and I should have known better than to shout.” He apologised 

“Wowwww. You’ve managed to figure out how much of a bitch you are.” I sarcastically gave him a round of applause.

“Language, Y/n. We don’t use those type of words in this house.” He told me sternly

“Oh whatever. Fuck off.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Jack just give them time. It’s hard being in a new place.” Tubbo pleaded

“Ok Tubbo, you and Ranboo are incharge of Y/n. Don’t let them do anything bad or it’s your fault ok?” Jack said pointedly 

“I don’t need looking after.” I complained “I’ve been on my own for two years.”

“Yes, I know. I believe that’s the problem.” He sighed

“Ok bye now!” I tried shutting the door but Jack held it open

“We need to talk about the walls of your room.” He told me

“Ok. Later.” I said trying to get rid of him. 

He let out a sign in defeat and left. I breathed a sigh of relief. I hated being bugged like that, I hated people to be honest. I’d been able to talk to no one for over two years I didn’t want people to start annoying me now. 

#sbi #sbi x reader #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois x reader #gn!reader #x reader #ranboo #tubbo #jack manifold #niki nihachu #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #philza #technoblade #niki x reader #jack manifold x reader #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader

[arandommarvelstan]

Hank Van Dyne and the Hope Diamond (A Marvel Next-gen short story)

A/N: So...I was thinking about Hope x Scott and I wrote this, It's kinda weird, but I liked it, anyhow, this happens when all the Avengers had kids, and nobody died in Endgame and Infinity war (Wistful thinknig)

When your grandpa works with ants, life isn’t normal.

At least that's what Hank Antony Van Dyne - Lang thought, but he was biased, his mom literally shrunk down and flew around, his grandma had magic powers from the quantum realm, his dad named him and his little sister, Fern Antioanette Lang, after ants, and his grandpa literally invented a shrinking suit and spent his free time making ants drop sugar cubes in his tea.

“You’re going to be late for school Hank! Oh! Hi Antavius!” He heard a perky voice call, Hank groaned in his pillow, of course, Antavius was a random housekeeper ant, how his dad, Scott and his sisters, Cassie and Fern kept them straight, she had no idea.

Hank got up, still bleary eyed “Just a second for the love of god”

“You mean the love of Anton?” Fern clarified 

“No” Hank replied, he glared at the door

“What did he do now?” Hank asked, his mom had a tired smile like ‘Oh yeah, again’

“According to Woo-”

Fern threw her spoon on the floor “Not Woo!”

“-He sneaked into the Smithsonian and robbed it of the Hope diamond-”

Fern picked up her spoon “Mom, I’m sure you’d look great in it”

“Stop interrupting!” Cassie said, interrupting Hope again, Cassie smiled “Keep going, Hope”

“Cause the cameras reported ants” Hope finished, Hank tilted his head, in many ways he was more Van Dyne than Lang, he had grayish brown hair, a bit like his mom’s, determined look, creamy skin, and hazel eyes, and his grandma always insisted that he won’t be the next ant man, but the next Wasp.

Hank liked that idea, flying was cooler.

“But why would dad steal the Hope necklace thing?” Fern asked, Hope shrugged, Hank sighed, Cassie grinned, Fern was defenrlty a Lang, same expression of ‘I think I did somthing funny but I don’t know what, but I still want to smile’ same brown hair, the knack for getting in massive trouble (Last week, somehow, Antavius ate her homework) and the dumb sense of humor, even at eigth, she wasn’t showing any signs of being as mature as Hank, but thats how birth oder worked

“Maybe cause it’s called the Hope diamond” Cassie suggested

“Or maybe cause he was sleep ordering the ants, the possibilities are endless” Hank waved his hands

“Hank is right, we’ll never know, unless…” Hope started, Hank, Cassie and Fern exchanged a look

“UNless…” Cassie prompted

“We prove them wrong!” Fern finished, Hank nodded

Hope turned to give them a dangerous look “You three have school, you’re not sneaking anywhere” “Oh no, it’s not like one of us is basically seventeen or something and can drive” Fern said subtly, she winked at Cassie and Hank, Hank frowned, Cassie grinned

“You two are very subtle” Hank whispered

“That's why you’re coming too, Hankster” Cassie whispered

Hank sighed “And…what's your plan?”

Fern took a spoonful of cereal “We get proof that daddy didn’t do it, find the diamond, give it back, celebrate with pizza and cake, got it Hankster?”

“Stop calling me that” Hank hissed

“Why? Auntie Ava and Grandma Janet call you that?”

“Yeah, but Janet has a plan and she knew me longer” Hank smirked

Cassie coughed “Where did you get that line from?”

“I made it up”

Fern coughed dramatically “I don’t believe you”

Hank got up “Thanks for the cereal, I’ll go pack my backpack” Hope nodded absentmindedly, adults were zombies when it came to phones, it didn’t spare Hope, she was completely absorbed in the phone, not noticing the three kids who were discussing escape plans, or when Hank grabbed a tiny earpiece, or when Cassie opened a Altoids box and took some small things from it, or how Fern started singing Captain America’s theme song.

Hope drove them to school, the Y.A.A, also known as Young Avengers Academy, Cassie was probably one of the oldest students, like Cooper Barton and Lila Barton, Fern and Hank tended to be a bit lonelier, but in the past months, Hank became great friends with a girl called Edith Barton, or Hawkette, and Fern got along great with Nathaniel Barton, even if he was slightly annoying, but the Barton’s were on holiday, so they’d have a great time to discover the Hope diamond’s location.

“Hey Hank! Hey Fern! How’s it going?” A boy smiled, dark blonde, blue eyes, basically a knight in shining armor, and if that wasn’t enough, he also wore Captain America’s costume and shield

“Hi Joseph!” Fern waved, Hank nodded absentmindedly, he was focusing on EMP communication device, making ants do something simple, like crawl towards him, judging on the extend look on Ferns’ face, he succeeded

“You got an EMP?” 

He nodded “I thing Cassie got us suits” Fern squealed like a little kid (which she was) and jumped around, almost tripping over a racoon

“Hey! Watcha dancing ‘bout?” Rogue called, he hissed, Fern backed up

“Sorry Rogue!” She apologized, Rogue tried to say something else, put a girl with a metal arm pulled him back, she gave them a smile

“Sorry guys, Rogue! We’re going to be late for gadgets”

Rogue spun around “Why Are we waiting’ then Rebbeca?” The two ran off, Fern and Hank went in a corner, Cassie came towards them, she handed them the Altoids box, Fern poked it open

“Wow!” She gasped, Hank was tempted to agree, three small suits, a purple one, a red one, and a grayish-green one, definitely the Wasp one, he snatched it

“I’m keeping the Wasp”

“I’m Ant-Man!” Fern squealed

“I’m Stature!” Cassie excalemed, Hank and Fern frowned “What? I made it up”

Hank shrugged “Suits won’t help If we can’t figure it out”

“I had a idea” Cassie said “Someone needed a EMP controller, which means they must have stolen one from grandpa and grandma, or from our parents”

Fern nodded, she drove towards the bath, almost bumping into a blue cyborg “Sorry Nimbus!”

The son of Nebula muttered a curse and went off, Cassie also went to the bath, Hank rolled his eyes, he clicked a tiny button, the suit became a small gauntlet, he put it on, making sure nobody saw him.

“OMG!” Something said in his ear, Hank gasped “Calm down Hank! It’s just me!” Fern waved, Hank rolled his eyes again

“So” Cassie’s voice said “My plan is to get to the smithsonian”

“Which is hours away” Hank said sourly “That won’t work”

Fern coughed “Ah, brother, trusty convenience, remember?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Cassie asked, Fern shrugged

“Uh…I don’t know, mayb-”

“A portal?” Hank finished, Cassie looked surprised

“I refuse to let Donna Strange in this”

Fern coughed again, for the sake of coolness “Uh, convenience? Like…stealing a sling ring from a certain sorceress, making a portal while one other reasheses the diamond?”

“Dibs on researchers” Hank said, Cassie became normal size, Fern didn’t, but Hank swore he did see something jump to Cassie

“Cassie, our plan is-” Fern started.

Hank left as quickly as possible, hoping that Fern and Cassie were smart enough to find a way to get in the Sminthsonian and anywhere as soon as possible, and also hoping that his dad didn’t get in jail yet, and that he’d find a book on the Hope diamond

He went to the library, Hank, being a intelligent life being, always put reashars 

“Hank” A girl poked her head away from a book shelf, her blonde hair messed up, she gave him a shy smile “What today?”

Hank nodded, officially, Bruce Banner was the librarian, but he was sure that Bruce must have a coffee break or something, since Gwen usually was his assistant, even if she was a student “Uh…the Hope diamond”

She typed that in the computed “The yellow library, the one near the history aisle, big book about the diamond, hope it helps” She smiled as if she made a clever joke, Hank rushed to the history aisle, and crouched, a large thick book with a large diamond on the cover and the tiele ‘Hope Diamond: The legendary history of a lost gem’ he started reading at top speed

“Hankster” A voice whispered when he was at page two hundred twenty, he dropped his book, a tiny purple thing was holding a ring “We got this thing ring”

“Sling ring”

“That's what I said” Cassie muttered

Fern zoomed near Hank “I think Gwen likes you”

“She likes everyone” Hank rolled his eyes, Fern poked him 

“She likes like like like you” Fern clarified, Hank sighed

“She likes someone else, I like someone else, now use the ring already!” Hank hissedFern shrugged and put it on, she waved her hand, nothing

“Uh…give me a second” She waved her hands again

Cassie sighed and put down her helmet “This could take awhile-”

“I channel my inner Strange! I am superior!” Fern put on a superior expression

Hank facepalmed “Actually, you’re channeling your inner Khan”

“Same difference! I am superior in every way!” To Hank’s and Cassie’s surprise, a sparkly orange thing started to glow

“Keep channeling Khan” Cassie wisepred, she looked behind the shelves “Uh oh, Donna dead straight, hurry up sis” Hank heard the clacking of Donna’s hard boots

“Herring!” Fern added, but the portal opened, the three shrunk down and disappeared  

“Scott, one last time” Woo paced around the interrogation room, Scott sighed “Did you-”

“Steal Hope? I already have a Hope, don’t need another one” Scott pulled a card out of his sleeve and threw it “Why do I need a diamond?”

“Then who did it? Ants, ants, ants, you are literally ANTMAN” Woo banged his fist on the table, and then hopped around

“Uh, maybe some random villain guy stole the ant controller, or-”

“Hank Pym did it” Woo looked in the distance like ‘AHA!’

Scott laughed “Dude, are you insane? Hank Pym? It’s more likely that Luis stole it!”

Woo looked triumphantly “Aha! So-”

“That was a joke man!” Scott waved his hands “Weren’t you smarter about stuff like that?” Woo gave him a weird look

“Anyhow, you are the best-”

“What about Darren Cross?”

“He’s dead” “Uh…Loki?”

“Why would Loki steal a diamond?”

“Why would I steal a diamond?”

“For Hope”

“Maybe Hope did it”

“We’re superheroes, not thieves”

“Captain America stole his shield”

“I think some agent girl gave it to him”

“Still his fault”

“Cap would never steal” Woo covered his ears “Oh lord! I’m out” He marked out, leaving Scott alone, he sighed and looked to the camera “Hank? Hank? Hope? Janet? Luis? A little help?” He waved to the camera, nothing, Scott sighed “Never-”

A suit dropped in front of him, together with a tiny note, he grinned “Thanks Hop- oh holy Anton”

Hey dad!We’re busting you out of jail so you can help us prove you’re innocent!

Love, Fern, Hank and Cassie

Ps: This wasn’t my idea - Hank

Pss: Hurry up - Hank

Psss: Yeah, what Hank said - Cassie

Pssss: We’re just outside, Hank is in the smithsonian - Fern

“I get it why mom loves this suit” Hank said, Cassie and Fern, being propper Langs, he went to rescue Scott, while Hank, like a proper Van Dyne, went to get proof, the case was empty, and police was milling around, Hank flew to the case quickly and looked around

“We got dad” Cassie reported Hank heard a scufflying sound “Oh, yeah, hi kids, how did you find me?”

“Trackers” Fern’s voice said cheerfully “Hank, did you find the fingerprints? Or anything”

Hank looked around carefully “Ants were here”

“Cool” Fern said “How does that help?”

“A person only stole the EMP earpiece” Hank explained “So, I assume this guy or girl wants money”

“Usually people are more like ‘avenge my dead family’ but…” Scott trailed off

“What dad?” Cassie asked

Hank closed his eyes “I think I can track the ants down”

“It’s too dangerous to go alone” Fern said seriously “And the portals were really wonky, make one, get home, leave me here, I can fly, If I really need, I can call mom or grampa”

Silence 

“Be careful Hankster” Cassie said finally 

“We’ll be back ASAP” Fern promised

“With Antea! Or Antavious, or Antony the tenth” Scott added Hank breathed in deeply “Thanks, but I better become Sherlock Holmes”

Fern gasped “Sherlock reminds me of Dr Strange!” Scott also gasped, Hank facepaled

“Yeah! He does! That's why I thought it was so weird!” Scott’s voice added “Oh my gods!”

“Please stop” Cassie said, Hank nodded, thankful for Cassie knowing that dad and Fern were weird, the comms went silent “But he does!” Cassie agreed

Hank grounded “I’m leaving the coms” He clicked off, Hank focused working with the EMP “Okay ants, I want you to track down your buddies, like you did in my science experiment for Dr Banner” About a dozen ant crawled towards the exit, a random police man squashed one, Hank flew onto one “Let’s do dad honor and call you Antinus” Hank patted Antinous as the ants crawled as quickly as possible.

Ants use a pheromone as they find food, apparently the guy or girl that made them steal the diamond didn’t pay attention to tell them to not let that go, so Antinus and Co managed easily to follow the trail, if given the choice, Hank would wave summoned fire ants, bullet ants, siafu ants (AKA Army ants) or weaver ants, or all of those species, even if weaver ants weren’t exactly fighters, but glue gun larvae could have been usefully.

The ants moved quickly, but Hank knew that hours could pass before they would get there

“Hey, Antinus, is there a way to get there fast…” Hank stopped, a large building loomed over him and the ants, they stopped and Hank clamped off “Thanks guys” the ants dispersed, Hank was sure that they were Argentine ants, since they were easy to find

Hank flew in, hoping that nobody would step on him, since that would be a bad ending for the Wasp to die.

“We got it boss” Someone said

“Blamed it all on Scott” Another person added

Hank flew in, two normal guys, ugly and big, but the boss was bigger and uglier, wearing weird gray armor “Exactly like I said”

“Uh…actually, that wasn’t you boss”

“Whatever!” Armour dude said “I now have the Hope Diamond! Which I will break apart and sell, immediately after framing the Insects”

“Uh…Boss, Spiderman isn’t with them”

“What?”

“Nevermind” Hank frowned, gray armor, ugly, strong, and Maybelle kept talking about a guy from another universe, where…

“Rhino…” He whispered

Rhino put his head up “What was that?”

Hank cursed silently

“I think it was a rat boss” A guy said

“Or maybe it’s the Spiderling” THe other one suggested

“It’s not Spiderman, give me the life tracker” Rhino ordered, Hank wanted to curse, he flew as silently as possibly towards Rhino, maybe the tracker wouldn't work if he hi-

“There! It’s a tiny one!” Ugly number one said 

Other ugly nodded “Yeah” “Probably the flappy one” Number one said “Cause it’s moving quick!”

Rhino smiling creepily “Come out Hope Van Dyne” Hank smirked

“Actually…the name’s Hank” He zoomed out right in front of them, they looked shocked “And yeah, I’m the Wasp” 

Everything went great, he turned tiny and punched ugly one in the head, almost knocking him out, then poked him in the eyes, carefully not looking, cause it would be gross

“Ants! Obey me!” Rhino said, about ten thousand argentine ants crawled out of the cracks of the concrete 

“Uh, nope” Hank concentrated, he couldn’t sway the ants, but he could summon more, preferably enemies of the Argentine ants, or even better, ants that could kill them, while trying to get rid of Ugly Guys

“Die Pym!” Rhino cried, he punched Hank in the gut, technically, it should have not hurt that bad, but Hank was small, Rhino was strong, and Hank was distracted

“It’s actually Van Dyne” Hank hissed, he turned small and hid in a small tube, red imported fire ants, Hank thought, he closed his eyes and felt a small group, maybe fifty or one hundred, that wouldn’t be enough, Hank decided, since Argentine ants fought in numbers, so he also added some bullet ants, weaver ants (probably from a shop, since they weren’t supposed to live here)

“What now?” Rhino frowned, the Ants battled each other, trying to get to the adversary, Ugly guy two pucnhed Hank from the back, but Hank turned tiny and blasted him, a dozen bulent ants attacked Ugly guys while the rest battled the Argentine ants, swarming them and ripping their feet off (Hopefully you weren’t eating)

Hank zoomed up “Where’s the diamond?”

Rhino grinned “Where’s Hope?”

Hank’s face slackened, a red herring, he thought, it was home all the time, to frame them, he turned tiny again, just in time to almost get squashed, Hank remembered Sherlock Holmes, and also wished he didn’t catch a red herring

“Hank? Hankster? HANK?” Someone shouted

“He must be here…that's what the tracker said”

“If you say so aunt!” Suddenly three figures apred out of the dark, two girls and one woman dressed in a weird white suit, he grimaced

“Ava”

Cassie coughed “Aunt Ava”

“We’re here to save your ass!” Fern cheered, the three charged forward, Fern and Cassie turned tiny, Ava tackled Rhino down, phasing everytime he punched her, Hank clothes his head

“It’s a herring!” He shouted

Fern repaired on Eye poke ugly, banging him on the head “A herring? What are you talking about?”

“The diamond! It’s at home!” Hank shouted as Cassie pushed other ugly down the window, into a rose bush, hopefully he didn’t die, but then again, it must hurt

“Then go!” Ava shouted “Duh!” She added helpfully 

“Fern! I might need your help!” Hank looked at his younger sister, she nodded

Cassie signed “Well, It’s just Stature and Ghost then”

“Stature? Who’s Stature?” Ava said in a horrified voice, Hank could agree, Stature was a terrible name.

“Fern, this isn’t working” Hank complained

Fern huffed “Nonsense!”

Hank looked at the sky “We’re never getting home” Fern rolled her eyes

“Dramatic Hanks Thank covered his ears, Fern said something else, but then Hank heard a click on the comms

“Hank Anthony Van Dyne!” Hank gasped, how did his mom get on the comms? “How could you ditch school, sneak in the Smit-”

“Mom! The Hope diamond! It’s at home! We have to find it!” Hank shouted, his mom stopped, and said a really bad curse

“Woo’s coming” His dad’s voice said “At home, he’ll find it, and then we can’t prove otherwise”

Hank wished he knew some family friendly curses, but nope

“STUPID RING! GIVE ME PORTAL!” Fern shouted, three sparks sparked, Fern instituted the ring again (Sling rings don’t have mothers or fathers Fern) and a portal swirled into being, right in the face of Hope Van Dyne

“Mom! We have to find it!” Hank painted “The-”

“On it!” Hope ran up seats, followed by Fern, Hank knew that searching the house wouldn’t saucesce, unless…

“Time for the trusty convenience” Fern shouted, Hank closed his eyes, Hope, the ugly Rhino guy said the Hope diamond is with Hope, where does Hope hide?

“Hey mom” Hank called “Where do you usually hide?” Hope froze in the action of opening a drawer, she turned and looked to Hank slowly

“Wardrobe, red with horses on it” She and Hank rushed out of the house

Hope snatched the Hot Wheels car collection, getting ready for the epic car chase “Fern! We’re leaving to grandpa-” Fern poked her head out 

“Mom, I got a sling ring, we don’t need a car” She waved the ring, Hank sighed

“Hur-”

“WORK STUPID RING! YOUR MOTHER WAS A BIRD!” She hollered, the ring (which would probably have nightmares for weeks about Fern) sparked a portal, Fern dashed in, followed by Hope and Hank, the three almost singing superspeed.

Janet and Hank were having their tea peacefully when Hank Jr, Hope and Fern came yelling about diamonds, Hank dropped his tea, almost had a heart attack and then screamed

“What the he-”

“The wardrobe! Quick! Keep the portal open!” Hank shouted, Hope and him ran as fast as possible to the red wardrobe, Hope opened it and Hank gasped “The Hope diamond” Hope picked it up gingerly as the massive dark blue diamond glittered in the weak light

“WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING?” grandpa Hank shouted, Hank sighed

“Oh nothing, just got in a tidbit of trouble, Woo thinks that dad stole the Hope diamond”

Janet coughed “What now?”

“Why does he need another Hope?”

“Hank ple-”

A banging sound was heard “Scott Lang! You-”

“Sup Woo?” Another voice said “Oh My Gosh! You’re actually here! That epic! One time, I had a wood hanging around-” 

“Luis! Shut up!” Scott shouted “Woo? You’re here to arrest me for a crime I didn’t commit?”

“Whats you-” Woo started, someone (probably Luis) coughed

“Buddy, we got like, this epic thingy, like a truth serum! And we use it on Rhino buddies! Ask him yourself!” Luis said happily, Hope and Hank climbed down the stairs, where Janet, Fern and grandpa Hank were 

“The diamond” Hope tossed the diamond to a very confused Jimmy Woo

“Wha-”

“How-”

“Where-”

“Teacup-”

“Hope Van-”

“You’re under-”

“Hankster what th-”

Fern dropped a teapot on the floor, angering several ants “Shut up Luis, Woo and grandpa! Let Hankster and mom talk! Actually, let Rhino talk!” She nodded towards two women who sighed, Cassie kicked Rhino, who was tied up and looked sleepy

“Did you steal the diamond?” Ava demanded, Rhino yawned

“I stole it, I used the EMP controller to make the ants do it” He yawned again and fell asleep, snoring loudly, making Hank wonder what Cassie and Ava did to him

Cassie nodded and looked at Woo like ‘see that dad didn’t steal it?’

Woo sighed “Well, I shall see you again Scott-”

“Like, on a date?” Scott asked

Woo hesitated “No”

“He’s married” Fern said obliviously

Scott shrugged, “Can we go out for pizza now?”

Hope shook her head “The kids have school”

“But pizza!” Fern, Scott, Luis, Ava and Cassie excaplmed

Hope sighed exasperatedly “No”

Scott stood “I’m getting pizza, you may join me if you want” Fern, Luis, Ava and Cassie all nodded

“I’ll com-” Fern started, just in time for the portal to start shutting down, trapping Hope and Hank in Hank’s grandparents house

“Oh well, I guess I’m not going for pizza” Hank shrugged

Ants can really mess stuff up sometimes.

[winterbrrrd]

I felt God in the forest when I had no friends, just trees lying longways like open caskets. There were bodies in the ferns -- the ghosts of those whose footsteps hardened the path before me. God showed me my place in time and I asked, “Why give me life if I’m bound to die?”

God widened his arms around the expanse before me.

“This is why.”

I said St. Michael’s prayer until something in me shifted and I was dancing on the leaves, having long lost the trail. My God was a breadcrumb memory.

X

I heard God in a verse by a hermit from Arcata that almost made me climax.

X

I felt God’s sting when Jared and I collapsed on a frozen lake in Michigan, snow entering through our waistbands. Jared’s eyes bled ice.

X

I felt God on my 20th birthday. My then-boyfriend did nothing for it -- no card, no cake, no birthday wishes. He got high instead. My ex-convict friend from across the street saw me crying in the alleyway. Two hours later, he was at my door with a homemade pink frosted cake. “For my butterfly,” he said.

X

I saw God in the child who approached me at a rest stop. I was face down on the grass and couldn’t remember what state I was in. She asked if I was okay, held out a bottle of water, and said, “I think you should have this.”

X

I heard God when Wilder forgave me through his mother’s words at his funeral service.

X

God was in Sarah the night we met in a Corsica kitchen and she told me she was bipolar while we washed dishes. He was in Sarah when we twice posed topless on the beach, maybe trying not to kiss, maybe going to anyway. He was in Sarah when she broke into hysterics over her inability to drive stick shift. He was in Sarah while she changed her tampon and I sat beside her on the ground, fading out as she told me I was strong and I would make it and that she believed in me. He was in Sarah on the morning she left, when he woke her up at 4 am with a message. He was in Sarah when she pulled me aside at 7 and said: “Leif, God came to me. He told me to tell you that you’re loved.”

God looked away when I kissed her on the lips.

X

Where was God two days after Sarah left, when I lay with the German boy in my bed and said, “I am too insane to be alive. I ruin everything I touch. I don’t deserve love, so I find people who don’t love me and beg for their attention. I am a child, pleading, PLEASE LOVE ME. PLEASE LOOK AT ME. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME.”

“Why do you think this? You’re not insane.”

“Because I fucking hate myself.”

Why did God let the German boy use this as a transition into telling me that he was a virgin and asking me through his body if I could remedy his circumstances?

X

God was in the men who robbed and kidnapped me when they threw bus money at my feet after I rolled out of their car.

X

God was responsible for my meeting with Petter on the night a 40-year-old waiter left me on a Barcelona street corner. The waiter and I were supposed to have gone on a date that night, but I was being punished for allowing a Catalan man to flirt with me in front of him. He said he was going home -- that he was tired. I asked him to at least take me to my hostel. “You know how to walk right?” he asked, croissant crumbs spilling from his mouth. He offered me a bite and said, “this is where I’m leaving you.” It was 3 am.

God was the reason why Petter was smoking outside the hostel when I finally found my way back. God was in Petter when he asked for my name, or maybe Petter just thought I was pretty.

Petter sat with my broken parts. He offered me his leftovers and told me about Sweden and wanted to hold my hand in daylight. I slept at his flat for two weeks and, as a carrier of God, he never left me on the street.

X

God was in my hands when I gathered the candles, the photos, the fox teeth, and the Rumi books and placed them in a shoebox after calling my ex a “loser piece of shit” for pawning my grandmother’s autoharp. God gave me the space for rage until I overflowed with it and, in its place, he gave me prayer.

X

God brought me to the church that says God is what I make of him. A church that says it’s okay if I don’t believe. A church that says God is not a he. A church that gave me friends who mimic born again Christians at bowling allies and talk about furries and orgies at group meetings. A church that lets me wear leather mini skirts and fishnets to Sunday service without flinching.

X

I felt God in the orgasm I had on my knees.

X

I begged God to place angels on each side of the mattress where Dustin and I lay. God said to keep my eyes shut because open eyes would make them disappear and their disappearance would bring awareness of the fact that Dustin and I were naked and that he was in ecstasy while I was fighting off flashbacks and forcing the word “no” away from my tongue and back towards my gut, where it would build and release with orgasm, when Dustin would fall asleep holding me and I would tense my muscles and think, “I hate him.”

X

I begged for God to join me when I took the subway to Sagrada Familia and emerged to find rainclouds hugging its sides. I sought cover in a park, where I asked God’s forgiveness for letting the Frenchman fuck me in the street the night prior. God’s answer came in the screams of a man with a facial tumor digging through a trashcan.

v

I saw God while contemplating suicide in Italy after realizing that Gio didn’t want to hold my hand. Sensuality was my sole means of connection and because he didn’t want it, I decided I meant nothing to him. I left him in the grass and walked two miles to the hill with the best view, though my mind was too clouded with self-hatred and liquor cravings to process it.

Gio called liquor “super alcohol.” I loved those stupid words. I loved that he shat between two parked cars when he was drunk. I loved that he walked dogs and worshipped squats and hated cops and ate vegan and was too many inches shorter than me. I loved that he slept in a mosquito net, which I used as a wedding veil when I was too high and said, “can you believe I was supposed to get married last month?”

I hated that I was incapable of separating friendly and romantic love, and so drowned all thoughts of Gio with liquid dreams until God offered me a collage of images: a church basement, a Big Book, medallions. God had given me hope. I could get sober again.

That night, I smoked a joint, drank two beers, and had sex with Gio’s roommate.

X

The night before I left Florence, Gio told me that if I wanted to hold his hand, I should have asked. I told him I was crazy. He said insanity was subjective. I told him that I scare people. He said to stop giving a shit.

Gio was an atheist, but I heard my God in him.

X

When I burned pictures of my ex-lover and watched his features bubble and burst in the fire, God was in the emptiness.

X

When I watched the river from the Franklin Bridge, God was the wind that said, “don’t even think about it.”

X

When I woke up from a binge in Prague, God was the siren in my stomach that brought me home and got me sober again.

X

I used to search for God in other things. God was food in middle school -- Reese’s hidden under the bed, jawbreakers in the bedstand, and gobs of peanut butter eaten from the jar. He was the experience of vacillating blood sugar levels. In high school, God was starvation. He was my attempt to combat emptiness with more emptiness -- to veil the void by widening it and falling in. In my late teens, God was vodka cranberry blackouts, blunts that made me pull my dress over my head, and sex with men on foreign couches. God was in fishnets and cat calls and the feeling that I was wanted. In my early 20s, God was in the Adderall I snorted off mirrors. He was false meaning, false excitement, and false intellect bestowed by speed. God was the illusion of okayness sought in orange pills I split in two in coffee shop bathrooms. God was in the dirt I rubbed in my hair while on shrooms.

X

I lost God at an 11 am service in which my minister said she didn’t believe everything happened for a reason. She said children don’t starve to death to teach us a lesson. They starve because something is terribly wrong with our system.

AA taught me the opposite. AA led me to believe that God had a plan -- that the friends who died of overdoses were meant to reiterate my reasons for sobriety. AA told me that their deaths symbolized the danger of departing from the program. They were smoke alarms.

My minister shattered this belief and, with it, the belief that I was special, that I was born with nine lives, that God was protecting me, and that I had chosen the righteous path. The pretty haze of ignorance was gone and when I left the program, I told the 12-steppers to keep their God.

X

My God has no throne, no red carpet, no portrait in my soul’s hallway. I gave him a modest apartment with a mattress and a window and keep him locked within, embarrassed to tell my friends that I’m engaged in that kind of relationship. I’m afraid of being questioned or asked to back up my beliefs because I have no system. I burn sage when I feel polluted, light incense when I smell cat pee, touch my icons when they call to me, talk to God when I’m lonely, say my prayers when I crave rhythm, and light candles when I’m sick of fluorescents.

X

I’m not a spiritual monogamist. Put a label on my relationship with God and I’ll make out with Buddha at a party next week. Singular Gods are too clingy and it takes more one entity to fulfill my rainbow of needs.

X

My God is genderless, fluid, and shape-shifting.

X

My God is an open casket tree, a red leaf, a hole in the ground.

X

My God is water. She is aging. He is haircuts, snakeskin, scabs, and watermelon.

X

My God never questions my contradictions.

X

My God is cartoons, puppy kisses, Jesus Christ, and amethyst.

X

My God is roller coaster orgasms and men who sleep naked.

X

My God is the ripple through my limbs.

X

My God is the word “no” all the times I couldn’t say it.

X

My God is the glass half-full when I spill its contents.

X

My God is the girl they put in the ground who screamed through stitched lips:

“I am not dead yet.”

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[tunabuddha]

I’m living in a house that is built on a flat spot on a hillside surrounded by thick forest vegetation. My wife has just come home from working the night shift and goes to the back bedroom for some sleep. I never actually saw who she was. Everything is peaceful and I walk to the back of the house where there is a good view and open the door. As soon as I opened the door a kid rushed in and ran into the house. He’s followed by some women and they’re telling me they have to get away from an abusive partner. I don’t know who they are. I have never seen them before. But I say ok. Then more people start to arrive. I don’t know any of them. I went back to the back of the house and out the door the kid rushed in. I’m walking up the slope behind the house on a trail. It started to rain, and I looked over at the next hill and a small waterfall had formed and the water was falling into the trees and vegetation. I see some men on a slope just off the trail. One of them is digging up a plant, some kind of plant he’s calling a holly fern. He’s got it pulled up by the roots and he’s showing the other men and telling them it is enough to grow and he plans to sell it and get some money. Up slope some other men are coming through the vegetation and they’re just right above it and they dislodge a large blue stone shaped in a half-cylinder. The stone comes loose and rolls down the hill over the man with the plant. I jumped out of the way. I figured the rain and made the ground wet and made the stone easier to dislodge. The other men check out the man that got hit by the stone.  He seems ok even though I watched the stone roll over him. I go back through the house and more people have arrived and all kinds of things are going on. In the back of the house someone is working in the boiler room/kitchen. There’s grinding noises going on and smoke is coming from where someone is working fixing something. I can’t see what it is. I went down a hallway and some guy opened a box. He tells me it “has been sealed.” He tells the name of the person who owned the box. I don’t recognize the name and can’t remember it, but the box is old and hasn’t been opened for a while. Inside the box are some electronic things, I see some radios and there are some camera tripods. We agreed to come back later and have a better look and maybe divide up between us the contents of the box. In fact the house is full of boxes and other stored items I’ve never bothered with. I continue through the house and go out front and some women point to man and tell me that's the abuser. He’s some distance away and is not approaching the house. He’s just walking around making his presence known and felt. I go back into the house and down the hall and some people have made a fire in a strange type of stove. They placed their stove next to a wood stove. A large flame is shooting out their stove, it’s nearly as high as the ceiling. I  check it out to make sure it’s not going to catch the house on fire. The stove burns some sort of oil and they’ve spilled oil and are trying to clean it up. I’m walking through it in my bare feet and my feet are black up to my ankles.

Now I’m talking to some people about the house and telling them they should have seen the place back in 1973. There was a lot more interesting stuff in the house back then, I’m telling them. I’m living here rent free. Then I realized this house is from a dream I had back then. I had totally forgotten about that dream. In that dream the house was full of fantastic stuff in boxes that I would dig through. I had that dream a few times too. I always woke up disappointed that I was not able to bring back some of the things I had found there. What exactly those things were I cannot remember. Also that house was in a different location and much smaller. Now I started to become concerned about all the people running around. I found the woman that came through the back door, and I asked her how long she planned to stay, and she told me for two weeks. I told her that I didn’t think that was possible. I was now thinking I wanted everyone to leave but I didn’t say that to her. Anyway she got the hint and picked up and started to leave the way she came. I followed her to the back door and there was this guy with some books that he wanted to give me, but it seemed like some sort of scam. I looked the books over and they appeared to be some sort of anti-Catholic screed from Europe. Reprinted in a new edition with annotations about how evil the Catholics were and by implication are. I gave the books back and off he went still talking about some sort of group he was trying to recruit me into. I followed them out the back door and then walked around the house. Before I got to the front of the house I could see that everyone was leaving. Then a blue truck came rumbling in by a green dumpster. The house started shaking and I thought the truck had run into the house, but I could see it hadn’t. Then the house started violently shaking and someone yelled “earthquake!”  The ground started to shake violently too and there was a strong wind and I looked across the valley and I could see the forest was on fire all along the horizon. I heard someone praying. Then I looked up at the sky and the sky shattered like glass in a dense web of lightning. The entire sky was alive with lightning. There were no clouds in the sky. I picked up my dog and hugged it and braced myself. It wasn’t an earthquake at all. It was a meteor strike, and the shock wave was approaching.

#dreams

[libidomechanica]

For Greece a tear: and saw more to closed at

A ballad sequence

               First Stanza

Determined, in you what may but     the world and adult’rate grey: a whispered: Take me thus—Poor     Man! Both himself in drink a drove us, to Scotland that     shall be lost thou know the

reed which her sense, had her, the time     is something interfuse? Some leaveth the false polite that     on earth’s diurnal skill in verse with either city side,     perversely our bosom

dies. For Greece a tear: and saw more     to closed at sun dyes with right; no critic’s wife: and, without     a several languages— as well as an acorn gave     it be? For he did weak.

               Second Stanza

For, govern in your she might, but tell whether woes?     There they, and chill hear our deeds to be bounded in time, you don’t come, my ever-during     utterly. Thought other men: the enamoured an old and then, said I, if they could     Plots, from my Petitioners. If it be a foreign Gold, in some day the hills—teenagers     in her niece … patron, who give a

lover’s care, let Honour and the publick Good, to     just like saints again. And rail, and never bard: if thou doest swinck, than this seed, throughout a     shade on the gilding made, fretted then along their self-same nail, his warm before fainting     in Spain and there passion worse, the Past gone, sir, I found her find her. That she has torn, he     said, she came out of dependent suffring

Sappho’s break on crimson holly-hoaks, among     men; irks care that past midafternoons heal us I would did to have much more, at seals     up with sheepe out the tan of these lofty mirrors, and underground, and suit? It is the     university for the purpose, and hollow ledge holding a soft, which might dare his     travels for your being absent. Ye

glowing or electrons he past recall, announced     until morning silver. Even if unto her side of rocks of the earthly years. The     very best heart’s here! For in Christ of half for a moment their Maker’s Image the castle     he met an odd breeze knock it to ask his pryde, from the blanket. Moon’s late hour whole day     subtle for me to come one tender

eyes! To grieve to the tender foote in the literally     everythings which Jack! Present, love’s tie, make an old text, still, to be, and their poetical;     and brought it knew the Vates irritabilis’ takes her life and fit: more joyful     than Loyalty? His primrose from Bob Southcote’s Shiloh, and clouds, wit was bland; but gives,     and the dying all. That to select,

what is, where. And you growest the just after thine,     and secret prepossessed, the troubled hands their glorious metal was the mother,     twinned with his present, love you have seen—and with his adulation like a wink, but     the Power and through all women; certaining into you. Is a woman: then, dear! These     common Name is a horse with since he

council, plied at something but your body’s weight: for     wet feather’s frontier: then we meaning like Daphne shewed far bells from his own arts tis     to redress his life, and, an induced to each applied a grief to find it thee, while both     well desert their Hearts; now an aged brandy’s fervent ferns, how other throned queen. Want     to haste: impatience! Oh looks as Heaven

did guides. Ladies, and so all’s small licences     must kisse; but noticing the paralytic’s wife, he catch’d and fair friendly cherished, and     sulkily the Love is sorrow and it rains on the wood ye see, beneath to an idle     lengths of matrons he whole flood that the warm Peoples pleasure whene’er attracts; and, tis     my way o’er with know. With trembling roguish

een. Mourn, over anvils, and the Flame, directed     from a truth, I rate your mouths never the suddenly trance of the face the purpose?     What art can enlight, there was no want it of such folly with his veneration—there’s     Madam, stepped on floating to your own Posterity, and you departest; and seal     thou will. And the little time, to score.

               Third Stanza

The insomniac listening through now, Sir Foole!     We have heart, and the people whilome thing through me what remember matins, our horse—his     spouted up his mind;—of the sockets

first sight such a strange affords; indulging is shot     in the acutest hint, to plumes and guide with hem emong, all these wilds, as by Prince! Half     Englishwoman’s eye is not sit bent

above the seed is subject to be, and much grace;     god cannot disparity our senses; and, though not now, we knowledge from nature, for     the sun, art hath a psalm says, t is

certainly still was harbinger and there it; friend,     her feather warned your feelings which grownd, and that Absalom, ambition, and think I may     stands possible because of thy pre-

existing gems and chopping and that shine envied,     I, lessened in your trade, ’ like the storm burst these. Cried alone, and gain to mend: but all     survivor bulls of Night now, if their full

many things side, lads! Good-morrow will you wilt, swift-     footed Time, blunt the twilight, O Heav’n with somewhat: and with tears that he fast you never,     t is so nominate with claw&rock,

and the tranquil, yet dare his loved daughter from his     times grace, into the sweet mouth as t was then she asleep to correction can resist?     For his tomb, and lived content male with

constellations, gone to him who’s his Paradise,     ’ which I at lengthen’d, then cease the North with such them leaves behind the seasons, where he lo’ed     sae dearth is a harder is difficult,

Heav’ns, how Factious horoscope to see her pure     onion root the father wall. For you take thy selfe knows nor clime where beneath to their loss     of the tranquillity, so that would

be long Chin prov’d; I knew not travelling be such     interruptions something wax fruits, and sheds, and all Breast, in love for pity? The insect host     which, dissembling farther lives has been

asking and being pale yellowing or unriddled.     ’Ed her side of clearer to be loves around upon you and maybe kiss my mother,     prettiest face was a rare designed

that seeldome chaunge the Collateral Line when     shedding the drew ill his busy beyond a sinners blank wall. Such as for them.-Breathing     of its ordinary. Yet in a

haze of incipient fire that still doubtless thou     shalt do! A twilight grows in for then calm, concerned; he gained to children up tomorrow     or joy? Thou young, consider, I praise:

hate to boil and hoist my Starre, because he might flow’d     past his chief, a small, I put him lay his still receivest, and guess, at warm because my     jade; since Juliana here bene

her this there by the dolour of barrel-dropping     had the developed brute whose early springs there, in short is the brute whose official,     his heart is so beauteous King; with its

vine! In a barrack’s maze of all him, to brother     dimension I would knows north is place made ye whitest skin on fewe such a long away,     and Tears and go work more suspicion.

               Fourth Stanza

Face of thy Reign at all other     who know to find my hand in happiest offices, admires—     a face! Let him Kings

which dog bites, when it is but with     a strength to boil over more to his native but harm, they     and after the altar-

piece then, whom things wear the bush, sing     that one should tyre a weigh’d, and would have write it!—Almost blisse,     which now some days until

his Person fair, good nor goodness     of yesterday. I go you is he knew them a truth in     persons say birds left thee

forgot: whether theories and     knock it to give it be by hour when the o’er me roll by     in the head there was not

allows: yet all nightingale, rapt     in chronicled till I give physic to my neighbours’ land,     and part were nothing; and

most from his claiming in the hothead     husbands chaste away speech coming of the Plot he witch’d     a moment fled, to learn’d.

And Peals of my own despise, and     never seeded fright, of ever, every other habitude     of the Laws he had

not knowledge of that Absalom     and Achitophel, grown life which received it was worn as     an imagine Natalie

rolls of a Forgive them out,     not easy chearful sign of double steaming it, that his     pious morns he whole soul

a faithful as well—but tis also,     we went. The Peoples Will: where were mine Grow older. Why     should wanted none ever-

during several sexes, is,     they nill listen while by the thrush sang a snow-limb’d near ally’d;     and lines, saint Ambrogio’s!

For a young with me to forgot     and war. Still times seeming the odds and most wretched upon     the boors cried Dang it?

               Fifth Stanza

Thousand lines, and teach that, by fire.     Next, a brief and father he died, and his Memory did     to stake my very fly

from a slave? Before delight: if     my bethrothed to the young nobleman of three of grass     on which thy sleep, beauty

made you do homage unto the     Heathen Priests them leaues winter- liuerie is; the Prior, turn his     answer, Let us nothing

through every Reverence is     here? Beside yon spring a soft, more endeared, fast by     Memories! Love you I love

nor quarantine to ask his     habitude of frowned actress’s scratchy pockets would underling     mind than their statutes on

horses dark hedge, and spatterns, and     two are green laurel: her please to be most pamper’d woe; give     no more numerous

Evidences? When the lips bind you     wilt be merry play, which the rest. Take my love the crept therefore     the door shepheard it

all, an England a Moses’s face     in the uplands ungrateful every visit, as capacity:     my business in

or borne away, i’ll see me.     Decided, about twice, and to follow’d my milk of the love     in things—to Head that little

to covet most, without the     Western down in warming now, your arms; the soth to flay alive.     Like men in fears for

a hint all? From this t’ ye: and     rehearsal of all your deeds. Steps are comes tumbled cross’d in     grave as first was the Past

gone, a stuffs, lace, but in France, and     crown’d with steady Skill, and from disguises of people have     slept quiets sake, is the

flower when in vain; for injur’d     Fame. His mother, fierce purest it did not mocks,—shall their doors     for I dare betters, great

nature’s white small paint sound of any     other plants, you stare: the will plays, have a black-eyed China’s     crowd will caruen they

are the will cost his help, on you     on a serenity— that what we meets, and play jungle     raging like a row light.

               Sixth Stanza

The best in more delight, O Heav’n-     born by the frail man, for sometimes her breath or honor’s mimic,     all accompany! I took my road, yet half English     ground his page. Yet all go or servention might of majestic     pace; or, had him in

your loathe hills within him not to     gard. But Lenitives for the epopee, to rob the rub—     and two are dazled were danced with such familiarly do     I perceived by a poor deluded Absalon: whether     grace, of humane Laws. To

human kindness. Thou may face in     her heads are not so good advice! Down but because I lie     with they are not she should Love and thither my draught himself     from this with Jacob’s Voice. Cease too ferocious people pay     but as I may sing, my

though sorrow. I turned in the night     do the accredit, that climb in after all instinction!     And short, this hymn, and having down before fainting, Margaret     stop the world as, sincere a bee that him be that sad and     lo! Where is my lips are

alive has seized through his bone from     where your limbs they descends to the old world know a tricked change     the losse, and vows for the practised at they bene of     flesh and hers stand: but have still, and comfort of stubborn sounds     daily like to make us

a fancy, until the day.     That it should a fool. There was penn’d: his strange surprised as in     rank, the light the past; for thin potatoes she with an     unspeakable descending Age, so form’d Design, i, whose dawn.     Historian banquets

ranges, of a heart with showed they     led the old man, Dearest, who had wanted to wrestling     of a solemn for done thing verge it is foundation bleed?     The paragon; and there torn haire they from curious East,     sighing somehow, a year

her husbandry. Love you dance so     well enough thick and the Robert, head, gained about our low     wood, and flower, which all you, even by much loyal trumpets,     my dear, but not unkind, the bettering lest any     tyrants, you meant to make

his spicy nightly of centaur     Nessus garb, the wide world wander each pew and prove faithful     as we comes away my head lastly, let Lisa go, and     Dryden’s last for the genitals I feared, the winds and load     his carriage into the

whitest sinner,—he did not supper;     common bed the God- like the flung it up poetical;     and keeps warm her niece who sigh alone from all these long-clothes     will be. A drowsy spell? While Pan and once marshals forth with     a kissogram. The panels

broken: time to the church and     mair we’se ne’er the tears, I’ve grow too awful; tis bearing to     the wind—shaking up afresh air. I know not, to pass ere     I shan’t help each bold evening, words rude enough all meats, fainting     Spirits frequent inroads

to love and though he been a     sort of liberty, its branches yearning Post, sole recovery     t was her head, gained something New to Trade for most     fierce kiss again would you go through we inhabit is voice     reviv’d, a Plot require,

let bee. Thou blind benefit     of clamour at our mistress, in Sanhedrins to the world     laid then go, seeing the worse and was not, to battery,     so lately forever was free from conceive her marke: he     has always in the room

and all his visage fellow-feeling—     right to spared to freed from a few steps. Two days he foreign     film of hotels, st. Even in blisses: tell good choyce,     this purest interest man, expression is not a closed     over without a wink,

but in vain to say, whote cole on     her true to die. Part of my grief is pass ere thy breast two     are not angry not makes them a look our master. Thou Mother     days seen! I think I speak that light, the feast: such words meantime     to harvest. Both, or

few, do hang on the night as to     Arbitrate? His Train treasures wait on forlorn, from his very     man! Injurious of Fitz-Frisky, and the isle of     self-defence: this worth my life’s a country is tuneless     experience moue, curb’d-

in with art sore. This Child I thee     will wast: without a ray. Plague of shame I sport, or some patient     of ancient reason is—the pure bad a large order     to beast then on its ladies what: on a suddenly, as     when he had seen to find

it in a Patriots hurl’d their     poets almost trying troubles from the wife than mine, my love     me time he star heart can wine! And now I looked out untrue.     Woman, who sigh o’erloaded asses abstract it given,     all party’s first Mrs.

               Seventh Stanza

But thou, Fancie, say that he would sleep. It is this late     schooling steal o’er white small concern, and proud look at me! To speak that I write it! Movements     you love in watch. In sunshine hostess for thy celestial king happen when its grey circle     smile, abridg’d of daily voice obedients well of Angells Metal burn’d. Pick up who     place. That crowds, cuckoo-like, bubbles of

which might be arbitrate? Her fading soul can he     to your eyes that can praise too night vision strains too late: born was sauce forbear, which we can     received home to settled either looks, are not wel ken, but that’s essential that sings of     him it never moor and picked Neighbours call my toils or nothing the winter, hack, knew that     passion. There be inly knows what you

should every day her tears. From skirt to see which now     she might rudeness, she of the Past. And as her looks naught. Turn Rebell was when his packed into     one and the men. In contend; but out, as when we cried, each side, ply vizard mask, and     them happy as wells; I looked thee; though flower call, where is not always mighty’s Gentlemen     alone, but now come in others,

worn downs in clean, the Maiden’s later she maken     gayne, no Rechabite more. Remain according, are the sky the roofs with more mischeivously     slow, his heart why should brook but strong crescent. But carpe diem, ’ Juan, who bound then the heart asleep     ere I am a fire, her husbands chaste me to take up in copying this is     none of love, and the splash the soldier

took to remains of the love affair on we gained     mote vnfolde many mounts up, till thoughts, and those pallid and danced to mooted to practice, a     garland was sometimes to smash candy out of life, the silent wall, like a rising came     to the Third? For not be my desire shall know my love, like then, our fists on what you     tell, sweet children and their strength must steer

without the word of which faithless that shape of orphans     and said … Nay, we are the Storm grace of mine. Comes it may, shall I work, and transaction     every springs; ’ and danced uxorious sigh, especially if new, or forty days’ advanced     like thing is, they stand there’s a blur, a Film Fun laughing for Lebanon in digging     his yet in the tan of things might;

o look’d down upon my hero, as her maid, hauing     men; drink out this dangerous Conscience, the Continent, but he, more women be mostly,     mother, he may float up up up up up up up up up up up knocking among them.     To build up common-wealth is free! The hardships of silence. Call Jebusites may staineth;     suns of flame where bare tree.—Middle

of being maid, down in her eye; what should breast with     which I can’t different nation, up shall never find it well hast all hands: before her eyes     or her gold bracelet clasp’d each new meeting you, except throughout loneliness, be not that     air beat with the lady and lover shore, you turned in highest human kindness Ill with     Samian and once; twice? House; two wretched

race; ah, what he seemed to faintly clad; her brought     ungentleman from the tranquillity, for the shortly after I found her chords; indulge     in hearts, have her sayne to hunt to his Birth, must see it all, smiling faces other Countries,     and the still, at last for a shelter not a King: kings were thought me mad to set off     and any hope it seems false, herself!

               Eighth Stanza

Mighty reason scorn with some brink?     I paint to find the Grenvilles? And now man—the sword has     made new patron-saint—is

it doth spot thought. To man, so swell,     be well, and arms is difficult.—Born to me, how mourner,     or bear not so, I am

an answer all, over the     gruel! Poor sodger. More that holds the soul! The Tory member     you out the rents? But

not such made evening to wean his     feelings from the Spring, as the milder place, that one less     he had grand as whene’er

such odious Aid my copy-     books, what she is heart, took his might, opprest to part in our     neck to Propogate her

mourning the matter downright of     me! How mans bereft, he left not unkindling bottle whose     globy ringed, at leads too

change beyond white, and adult’rate     growth her true tempt the place even by whose poet’s wrong; his     Memory, without

occasion of the head be, enlargèd     Winds, that is made, and watch a harvest of thine, other sad     antithesis; romance

of god look up, can you, malcontent     with his Memory did excels, and all my life, they     are, fit to human this

cottage, I dwell be, that course! The     Prior and martyr oft would my throw light all but feed on     the o’erleap the breathe? And

sung, a little heart beats so wild,     Society. To sound the graseth hem master, painter     hath prompted, and rude,

barrenly person appeared. Where ourselves     the fact, except perhaps his to proceeded for she     wish they had heard, nor no

God could not Israel! Son, for succeed;     of the things below. A heart, another sire’s; when find     virgins blush rebuff that

to show it changed my monk’s-things. A     boughs along ygoe? But the other doth state, but being leave     me first looks into this?

               Ninth Stanza

Now transmuted, where is not employ,     with the Clouds can that we don’t anent the power I     risked what shall being. And Fir’d with one fierce becomes to be     sad or cheekes to wean Don Juan from skirt to Cheat him or     silver leafless sleep, sleep

but the same to Madness. Their thoughts     of vesper bright the summer gilds them locked at their ruin.     In island. Why should be possest; still divert my Nancy     aft I could not only the lives has been my heart. Both in     triumphantly. And said,

And this enough. Busy old man     rose flower of the sung in her shapes of their bear your sheepe,     whilst, like thee, severe reproof’s a siren’s wile; and just now     the strange temperance our nocturnal summer is done their bear     him out d’ye say? Till thee

to amend? Ye villager’s wealth,     by man a Mickey Finn and saw more smoothly, where late and     perform’d like a sleeps; ’ we fell—and woman. You style I’ll seek     and then delves, the shifts of wool, as romances brought clasp’d each     day as after all thing

is should hold, the House of Concubine     and defraud and probably tried to sea, when as Lowder,     which, Perilla, shop, and o’er her soft, liquid words are gone     on the Blood, that he fast he clergy, who upon whose at     last, why should remove, a

hearts of the garden whisperse the     night. But then so careen; there too were had wanted meant to     fall, and thy Matchless that is gone in pieced our favorite pop     song I probably took the declivity, seeing therefore     heart had been a Congress

to a wedding to be well, and     wherefore even as on the gold tunnel I be good,     to spoil’d. Tonight, if not love you afternoon I wake with     husks, cut flesh, men shall I doe? Despite the world, my true love     but if he danced in his

busy in tolerable tale     did the rosy floods which your arms. To look’d—and gave it not;     we ourself she was a bold evening the sheets like a hollow     was a poet, a sad and such suits full of year old     man rose martyr oft would

sit the needful preludes of people     no Considering leave me to the approve its core     like all my wishes from his debt at once it is tied? Call     the lady than the hill. These long revolving in his Wit     proves is lodging hands there.

               Tenth Stanza

Sleepwalk all night the British godship’s     humble cot, and all the ear is the Sea where as long     the sun rose flower enough,

much hope, we have seen the sense     but reprove, let us letters plain that at the spurre my     horse! Such perplexed, which, with

the Mouldy rolls of seven     together on which man grumble knapsack a’ my wealth Imagined     creation to weepe.

Full action and Parga’s shore, that     the old gossips waiting to the dear Waggoners, ’ around     sown with each of dialogue,

because I love you and if     her Face; there built up a forgot, to mar them up through wind     come, for several peopled

ark the shepherds spontaneous     priz’d, and a wretched youth: these? Love to served in my Love     of the king in time—to

quite displaces. That your low world     against my Starry Pole: from the three cast to their Belzebub     will be wed or dead.

Not so dirty. For the proper     plans of a fair slaves see their dole, brain that watched her as my     foot alone, the leasing

Rebels, Kinsmen together turned     to they and looking that I waited her some appeared, fast     rooted in them at the

Pacific seas in which the     Columbus of the press’d; but Phillis was before and quickly     under at a distance—

passion, though the town where the meaning     to wood? Saloon, room, hall, without my grueling she meets     you can receive, and

recommend wise silence, seldom fair     to thee, angels from, the world a spoil’d. Life’s variety;     a full many throat: with

sleep; in the bar about Contest.     The first, happy, honesty against Form and alone, but     spoke in them suffer more

my mind draw from its pride to want.     Or crippled o’er the silk full in his movement of liberates     because or a

queen? There we are metropolis,     of oceans new, or forty days, month of the Throne. The coming     us at least as

the book of things which gave upon     thy auspicion. Again the villager’s prize might err, but     he has twa sparkling

roguish een. A love or brandy’s     fervent ferns, how we pray your heart is what I saw you fast     by Time’s all were the black.

               Eleventh Stanza

I thought me so sore, then the Tree.     Did ever was Patriot sympathy a Briton’s, who     in their duty, tapping

to roam the more; which oft a dearer     where is nothing to inquiry; and will be kind. She     had a husband, soon as

an awful, sober, sad antique     pen; him in your Father can tax my mind the Government.     Although your assumptions

knew they love him. No title to     govern, nor had debas’d my walls like sympathies throne: see     aright? Would, the Regal

Right, all painting-brush? My heart had     no human Wit could be thy shame I spoke the look down common     place but strong real, his

arms and with the storm come inmate     this Numerous qualifi’d, incline the road she was wise     no eyes, at whose lips so

oft have found in me. She answered     clouded jade face on earth remained spuds, that we downward casten     to wait death crashing

gladly leaven knots of flies fills     all women that took it so longer than the toast of union     of outside that turned

by the foolish I could e’er broken     with his water’s web hung Balaam and shook the road against     or his body as

welcome; then roar through his horse with     every whereon a work nothing; a pipe, to love per Cents?     I know not, ’ quoth a to-

do! Regularly people streames     displaced by stranger and never knees both that he layes     on horsemen. But been, but

been, which he ground a poet. Thou     art was a Levite, and does it be alive, the black and     pluck’d, she said she, A sodger’s

privilege. Plundered to found     took the ripeness and extremity; pleas’d eyes more ask     myself would haue beneath

thy darkness flowing to upheave     their plac’d; when I reign’d before cannot Praise. I found it out     it anywhere had told.

               Twelfth Stanza

A-making of thy Name. Safe and     gather’d, leave ere loved. Yet Dauntless fates, and all Breathless steps     a sweet Robin sits neck

be wrote, and for escapes, we are     each time there, or they could arise to kepe, is carriages,     and gold, wett, and alone,

but thou repent and they see a     man and waves has left to master thought else, you know’st my whole     like; how high way, into

a crescent, and on the game at     a distant a flame thing which gathers, like wet feather place,     intervent ferns, how to

lie forgot, would years, a hecatomb     of such hangs as yon hawthorn’s blossom’d bean, when I’m old,     okay?; Tis also of

sorrow may not bound for her so,     lending stars, and robes sweated that I was a good tree. That     seeldome chase o’er his sad

mists, and mine and stones, and prove that     taste and given, the hearth did many a dale with blossom.     There it were hot. Or proffer

his calm, tho’ matching all there     confusion slowly mould; so dexterous Evidence been     spare freeborn native truths

transferr’d their Belial wither into     the distant tower half-blotted bodies their wayward     round a welcome stripling

be, and here had no devotion     I write; write a situation he was found about there     fixed become extinct the

found to be Out-done. Just not gain     they must needs with tears of the morning because it is the     little glittering prey.

If Pindar sang—and, singing as     the chain—it may seemed there men and stretch of moods as man’s style     that, brother on the sword,

he is unjust? And none, for Amiel’s     perfect the flower were the sun’s true, he was of the     Laws, where is a man and

this arms thy plightest living into     his daughter, hack, knew the variety, but with grief     were not to the God-like

innocent music-notes, for proud,     had set something is everblooming auburn wave of new     the Potter’s lute, subject

too: perfect beauty take my care     the virginities: but kindly took, because or war had     stung himselfe doth the peopled

ark the rose and noun, on seeing     heavy Load, while, I must die; but a shape so the suffring     Sappho last—of all

the better, who but peaceful love     you Late into it and knockers broken: time I have     foundations, that—but all shine.

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How good he is, how sullen day.     Puff of death high the paint: would not to be at one woud plead     and adult’rate grown coat;

to dreamers to confess. Dim     apartment while she critical, be cautious spheres! My friend, and     I grow in a lofty

Pile, and on to heauen theyr good choyce,     the world at here are be such sort as, thought me: my selfe knowledge     of his being on

the silent&quake I would be. But     feed upon those lips for judged from Foes; and the skies? Their secret     spring out, and sickness

charm of space liked to it dearly!     By these load. A Gyges’ ring of a bee! And yet a     deed, were answer, Let one

of the warm summers’ pride of truth     is, I’ve not the vast and there, by Command, steal upon thee     to make a new needle;

his dog hote to raise up their talk     like Anarchy. I wonderful house. Tis truth atone forc’d,     like a delta with knives

into the deep in she asleep     in their gesture an equals the same: of what your dear     embodied Good and his

venerable man, you before ask     much things which youngster here shut; the very hostile light, th’     admiration, who

liues by lies and Take the man., Prayed     these: we say, like Burns whom Doctor Currie well be possess’d     methodistic, or

Eclectic, are gone the same loving     a good custom of pleasure signs opposing to the     purposed; pleasures fall, thou

make him still swollen surges and     are dust begun, and then grace, rose Aylmer, autumn beauty     go with verse adorn, when

I rose, he turned to feeling, which     began to fall. Or eats from four past mistake, my Arts to     the more of election.

Thinking place for you think not trust     God: see and clean; unbrib’d, unsought me Latin I could not     blinded so, her tattered

if I so oft a warming shall     seek him a close counted to spare em, for the important     torrent which gave upon

me, poor stupefying popularly     people easie tis Glory: And tis to prayer-book ready     spread our tale. You have

behind here, his high toby-spice     and the Scrifice;—through three glow-worms, whom, when he ask’d the years,     taught of me, or that a

bonne forest! Chaste readers, too, of     every limbs: they are peeping o’r: and silent was the rounds,     with fire we have had give

me to Mortal writings to     important, bore to God, who have and not kept the horrid sin—     and some rich sitting outside

the Florentine, no second     the table spread its tenderness: but such feast was     And dwarfs and ever mood.

               Fourteenth Stanza

And rise from thee what my hearts held     discovered birth new joy was he Paus’d; then unmark’d, on either     line: so vile he make

an old or sink—I have misses     his he bound dizziness into it dearly! While their power     to their wild season:

many a dear life endite; take     my life, or to end the air; i’ll serve you dry out thy birth,     or the thrush, that watch a

great hight, but it’s be merry tunes     these little heaven! Communing with, as age; in angel     of the Love put in salt,

and native Landor’ has taketh     discover, the light, for my wise many a hill-flowery     angels at Memphian

bands of the streets suspect himself     again to get the whip, the daughter far could we not that     has twa sparkling roguish

een. His nobly plague of Sir     Ralph from the branchings; and, as we, each puree, our     controvertible&extent and

the Florentine, new as his door;     I try to know she is unjust? Clay, but sure times with the     naturally something which

you canst pour from the Nation’s hanging     asswage. I wish forbear, and noblest with it eternally.     Know ere thoughts enjoys

three instead of any kind,     and one, and wise; for in gear, whom all liars, and marked by     reason of love thoughts like

a lambent-flame; for being in     the delight, that do I feel the Lure to Mars that oppress’d     the made through THAT Love an

out so, we’llsay not of a heart,     every scribbling like to have lies, knowing,—tis also subjects     for they will one dark

hedges colors, and at thy brothers     here: ’ but t was my ownest own, young. Pronounce upon     a picture bridegroom fair.

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Private meets with true play, till to me soon where will     bitter to burn your silly selfe boye, ah for the long time was contented, vaunt as admit     to you. Thought to lingering World is glimpses of thy freshly bless us, their arms, wi’     mony a wood, walking, tis with thee, myself a service shoud use, against his for your     Ark. Of lonely try’d their Power to

the intentions on, who am I? The morality     to fix the Muses friend. Did yourselves went on its late pension. And so as I     took you years before him Magistrate; a kind of people’s flash’d: they wanted wear; the     vertical prettily bedabbled with turncoat has twa sparkling roguish een. It was     not yet he wild! Her grown a happy

crowded round, now grows well receive! We tell in the     third floor’d by flower a weakest flows in contribute took the gaze, a rib’s a thing what,     if you would be deadly Plain; Branch upon so fonde, and with Heaven is less litter side     bound dizziness is but the most ready to determinable from several plot     which foreign sway may Give me free. His

questioning, I own, and on the church of mud and     fight with sloth hath taken for don’t things below, beating the people of all flowers, and     Place; in beauties finds, who banishings, and talked with your Title which I could my fathers     a Righteously Love—who did not, and Mocha’s berry, from thee, whose brutal as if we     don’t know not holding too entail’d for

they holdeth all to me, if I’ve been friend—and     gathering Parties, love, and for Factious commemoration, stars. Will be kind of facts, of     no great light to show this time but in my heart. Graces! To the could attack as ever     court, then the fire with truth, it had been the woman: so far remote what it is why I     waitedst age: wait dearly! He redder

the guns, and at you mine. Is only danced, I stood     a King: nor doubt! Tis so meeke, weke, though soon as once beneath each kept your mistress, the cool     rocks before his Estate. Just as readers, one brave any others use, dumbe Sleepe holding     with slip. His looked black snakes, some year heat to lingering gentleman’s amount: though more perhaps     for he had newly was her soft and

most essential: i’ve seen to that tomb bestrew whereby     I know that was the loved and prosers, and fourthly, what’s crept the toasted up his reft     household gods of thing to meet all the presumed with the Small reason of talk; nothing verge,     where your soon even so my turn: eyes, and butterflies. Nor cared not say it came to the     hold the sweet soul, and eye. The hungry

cheerless Foes, my Katie! Mistake, a thorn, with bands     of business of Greece flash and guess. Black eyes I stood careless reverence, that was swell before     slept in her impels he seemed to feet were none of the restriction, every journeys     end in his parties, and kiss my mountain- tops with a brilliant oceans new, or forty     days’ advance bene Wolues O sweetness,

and was that which made no bickerings, hinder     cheeks bespread upon it an odd breezy shades, which thy sins enclosed doth knowledge he might     on. When the college friend, which longest iudge the door with rhymes and down that done by only     hope will gain—or nonsense, I ask? ’ Th’ template afterglow as these were thoughts of neither     things, and could not rest of ripe age,

a dull and charms, legs and peaceful Action, e’er bells     from time and David bring; fomented virgin bosom assail in the rest hems breasts but     the most circle of the true breeze knock at you go that has broken meaning of the calm     of my flesh no aching Friars, timing it will be. I say luck; it’s nothing is ever     upon earth change, or whether from

thee, that true—as, if you can combine on tiptoe,     said what we have led her breast, and fairly fair; her comfort me, and perceive you tell, thus     the tune. Blood-red her own life too read with my brow blushing for that’s the way to painter     raiment struck my strength can speak no Latin more that thought I receive! Vain revives in their     dead, he ask’d to be leane soul a face!

               Sixteenth Stanza

That took their better or foul fault     or temples over-smoothly they do, t was asked of the     little strictest interpret

thee what were for yellow autumn,     big white Ohio town, now with you that bounds: you seek     and looked at merry and

that Fate alone, and pious dyes     of nation extremes decry’d; with those worth enjoy the truth:     for many, and that good

die first her aunt, and ingredient     time I had lost his absent wiles. Let none likes more that     shining. Wreck, or death and

leaves seem filled and root myself she     dreams … throw your necke you mean to the eye can’t stuffs, lace, far more     the fairly; and in private

Right, and her love and there picture,     and my blusht: from her bar to pretend a hundred maybe     not. Work for the noble

call Thy placed, cloves, so equal     to her few books, where we be seen where, gallant’s wand to last     doubt he earth discernible

flowers, and scattered her     shepecote, and of David spoke the subject only they talk’d     on me, should we been a

lofty Pile, and whifts and Turbulent     of the coarse the Tenement some kisse in secrete wise,     already got, deere killed.

               Seventeenth Stanza

Curl that love but would have had a     line swept smooth monotony of chastened up each of late     and no repose on thing to the ocean’s may be sung the     orange as Bulls, that each bold ever live pattering darkness,     disting and therefore

I love you I’d have her: the     tree so know it’s gripe! ’Er be to chimes, in mine, no such a     great Bacon’s blush’d upon the additions much inspired     to make fun of many a curious morning more     serious with glee across

the width the door keys, their priest of     charms of Fitz-Frisky, and pebbles, and as rolls an old tail     coat, the North. Disk caught me Latin more the rocky brow; but     such a General Good and story, the Grates; who fell, and wonder     tribe who loved Attribute

to plants are describe her garden-     gate reviewed there an heiress of the hour torches to     important persuade my life to the small Jack Horner, ’ and     knew them back or stops her degradation bestowes serues     thy sake do you and

deface that stretcheder than a     Successfull Youth; and telling breast. I had a willing tales     of alter’d in a little lily’ juan yet quickly loath,     and my bravest, and, while on that shall lean towards be good reasons     why this the Fall: but

mostly, mother I would die for     all is a virtue, like those vegetables, and Paris changings     on the crown on the bowl with Samian and decide be     in the world. And turn like Feinds, that could not please, did I,—to     the other women behold

gods protect himself from the     great descry part of spruce, new seaweed on joy, to sell, or     had vertical lightning blast word to moment of their own,     and sitting bathe inform’d by a blank into subdue the     best all she left me go.

               Eighteenth Stanza

The sank with my niece … Herodias,     I may sit, and more the cold have claim, you know? Me on in     the Pacific seal, a

cure for you think, t’ espoused to     find all the good custom- house, farm, villager’s prize, and Persian     carpets, which grows higher

end with things which, for that liv’st     but in good sense, now that now you too. Hair like Heaven, by     their graves me mad to master

Cosimo announced to hide     the cords need not a breath, and eyes seeking haze, sees full, and     noun, on thy shade. Pricked with

souls relations; we have shown; arms     to mourn, and silent still I give me thus, and three streets, and     learned in her cheerful

wast: with a smile that copy die.     The first met, I have much good fortune’s matrimonial     cooings, that she must the passing

you don’t ask him from singing     from disguises, where people, and dancing throat, and now a     poetess was, is, at least

lie still midnight, with aversions,     if Bands, that points, and of Death in the conquer’d? We sate to     turn of butter for the

churchyard tree she was far as bienseance     all thy face of sorrows given throb with this the north     is place, and other and

Bride. And when shouldst in vain; when Kingship,     the forests—great, so pure a great, if Sovereign stones in     a brilliant, when I kisse

though not quite literature never     gave the Sword of emerald twinkle in its blood. Beauty     be that I forget

the aft has broke the name a well-     pleas’d with a little harder foote in her evident this—     when as if he living

in theyr flocke, than you on a shapes,     and shed it that’s the blossom’d griefs have seen an emerald     and fauns and how good to

take this loom in shallow’d like lucus     from it! Somewhere, the Whigs not far behind, now, and the     breathes, and yet still woo ye.

               Nineteenth Stanza

Rain an approve them shot bath. No     one cares; but only lily; she turn’d, and lastly, by degrees.     Not the Rust Belt mode—

work hard or playful lower o’     the twilight began to me: the exhausted vein. Amends;     by formidable dyke

before I shall be one way. Tonight,     we will come upon his daughter by horse, out as heavy     measures of Belial

with itself gave us, and all     proceed, I opine. To farther turned a woman. But see,     how we feeder was subdued.

Silences. Our compression     is a favourite; write the blue ladies’ lucubrational:     if Pindar sang a

sore temper ruin’d through too having     my knee and joined hands, your voice, excepting so many murder     at a sublime, nor

blanket. Was only lily; she     saw that shall were fix the creak of ink, his Grace a Churchill     her for whom the though

simulation is to be undone.     A turn,—Why do you seized her ranges routing head, gained by     all my heart thou remain.

               Twentieth Stanza

Clay shrink to a wall hung down best in my advice!     Have prove their own, sitting for the ethereal, though sagest your would love I shall be     the barrenly perils still; and then

so gone in personified through king, ’ or west thou     survivor bulls of Memory of the venerable Armytage, are taught of the     siren, who, one was lasting. But it

be? Its scenes with wrath: he something look, first appeared.     More nearer air and dew-drops, and please to keepe. The songs, the Power uncontroul. Appears;     barzillai thou leaves are gone in the

bride in the gathering limbs they acted thus it     fatal mercy he cruel fairly fair; the same disease, and was soft music burthens ever     dye, love them they might he living

in the sceptre like this is not thing, I sat, she     came things stranger that’s heritage; that a sublime, noble line of Ulysses; the Seas,     and rounds, if Bands ungratefull many

a dearest dinner,—her hands and goodness, my     Katie? In no ignoble Stile he wonder oats for his bosoms which every virtue,     shew I am pitiful as if

thy King; when the Strand; but, like a candles out, scoop     afternoons and Tyranny. Concord to a Saturn. So that his dead could hoisted Counsel     Juan. When I entertain and of

the children, rivals halts, midst the heroic—true-     sublimes whate’er of depending for Death—but Damme’ s quite enough a lad, had     eventide; meant force, of sons, of thing of

the long as pliable as stood and since, and seemeth     to the men ride, with self-scorn with fire the absolute heavy tears mine, whene’er drive     me a minutes of the difference of

the expressed in any body deranges like     a cause I rub my eyes slit like sand try their better clay, just observants all the who,     ere she meets with mercurial skin.

               Twenty-first Stanza

Ten men Aspire, twas the lawn or     up thou saw a field so ill, then must borrow, come to announce     … the mountain-sides part

of lute-strings deem’d, some reader, than     a wooden springs and interruption me shortest way;—     juan yet quickly the power

or hurling to a wedding     need not. And you will some he said the king session: forgetting     much. That the coal all

things to all accompany beneath     they want it unfolds clear, to the jasmine and new: then     a fevered with thy body

as we could it been oblige     us to heavenliest daughter’s more stood in love no rain.     We lovers are the road,

unless her pockets to preached their     scum: I say luck, my wife nuptial examples are left alone,     though she had pass’d by

salámán heart. The cruell shot: a     kind of both, or either lips in the morning’s Defence she     properest thou fleets, and

death which receive not stop with renown,     still, more plans a word spoke their hearth did many a     messengers of Barren Praise;

till one. And gone, write, but how their     alter’d by flowers. Sits meaning verge it is, as from all     thing—the gods’ protect of

drifted of, but of my own. On     speculating come, since the boxed-in hills, dales, or tides. That     it shall shine envied, I,

lessened in my cradle shone, and     pine-crusted bodies like a girl of a solemnized     her as on a sudden.

               Twenty-second Stanza

Who, stead of great Drawcansir,     examined to the night vision; as time next to the even     in the name anew,—yon

look. Salted base. For into stream     that I recognized that all of a corsage to kindly     leave me freedom and Order

too; so much the better, you’ll     find, I moved as all round me. Turn his own master. Shone hert     doth sincere a messenger

has broke prominent and slight     soul another tons, ’ which my tears, in anothers. Sweeting     the front, but for trumpets,

my Katie? Full many a time,     the bone: at was low, hey both together; and her sea-     solicitor, which Hebrew

Ballad or chance upon the night     munching Friends are vain devotes the mildest said: Wait up! As     ever said, Those dire

Artificers in her matins,     our glorious man. And night, and waited that one planet     that’s sure time it struck eight

ocean: at eight; and the hours to     my arm that peck along; other missing after-loss: then     we have grief in heart of

love. With back again the cool rocks     of illness in the scaffolds itself how time to the way     you feel a certain challenged

echo chamber and more they     have, what the last she was yellow ringlet, lilies another     bed and in my Gates,

and to the future bright assemble’     of duty, all that! Rivals in fine family’s a     things, and sooty the moon.

               Twenty-third Stanza

Now their Peoples should lull its skin’s     debt at once for once, even good might—and the mounted ground.     With truth of humanity,

and taken for the seldom     yet I mean an honest made of! To which opens touching-     place where it now come hours

my life’s journey towards a group of     the sober parent’s a family of certainly to forbear,     the Maiden’s form by

silent of men ever; quo’ she,     My grand suppress’d with your child yet in the pages. The     purposes taint, half-canonized

her breast with circumstance can     I keep not the promise for want plays upon its life? Anger     of a troubles from

my monk’s-things and stretching back big-     time; who puts all his peculiar smiles, their dark breast, in all:     his Layes: or some simply

disinterest alchemy—Witch,     and then on the Wound: for Gods Provided at home. While each     in the sun set wherewithal,

manner where the natural a     poor woman to love perfect all dissolute boy for many     man who want to like.

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

On Cessnock banks o’ Coil, I thoughts,     and cure is and heighten. For which the sea in the door. Went     will sag if you are likewise

country from the wife and Caesar’s     ear and in Trust not see me. Face on ev’ry grace is     a flowers his wars and

sent, to prevent decide, and revive     they setten they would prove of a Crown from an untoward,     from the dark as night

vision; I might finding on the     wrists, two bits of a throned queen; but of dew: let me seed;     david, from year to answer

get to be gallants, e’er herbs     and stroll’d announced his Youth, Beauty as the best: t will not     better for me, and robes

to bed, when its grey line the     incidents related. To that come, my every on dissolves     their Tast. Tis strengthened, and

then as any, we are loved daughters,     from strife, should have for your fault; a silver: by command,     and having and heighten

bolted joints. Heart, as I walk between     what’s sometimes been, she glory is tuneless now—Thy     beames did euer lighters

something but thou would say. To find     my break of innocence with surprise when Pan and I’ll see     which makes to the few fully.

On which them a look at its     resurrection when the old Enthusian sentence comes aware     of the Prior’s nieces

shines should have knows here increase     to him the shriek like leaves closed behind those something in his     fine way? But when I press?

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

As few, do hang on disquiet     take and you cry. Wiping hath masterpieces of the most     in my thirst: they won’t birds

come in measure, but there the world     on hisses? In midst of the nations of every sort of     lope, which comes round my bride

went out for use. Because it well:     tho may well as heavy next at such as Love being reach—     tho’ lost in vogue; now grave

with her good call my hope.-Wall where     the twinkling stars gone to stinging thy name. And there i have     I see! So Beautie beauty.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

My life like the northern empire     born was eighty Mind; strange is constant age, a dead when     flow’r-reviving Right to

please, but Save me that beneath high     the sleep just excess of the Blest: heaven is world can that     vneth may afternoons driving

Rights. Hath the publick Zeal to     God’s enemies a sponge soaked up to fight; sleep, sleepe. Tree so     dispute between the sceptre

like those very fault; a fighter,     so that it self over the most despatch, and all the     altar and helped us

one. But till he knew the purpose!     Wet leathers, instead of negligence; the Saxon king, not     one, and all were surest

ore ended when the birds sang a     start, the sight to name of sure than our Fury foundation     yet, lilies and the flying

in the blossom. Simply     disinterested their shoes were told that softest doom pars past? Of     raising which shook their Kings

are figure an equal spirit     works will fall; ye count the blocks creep in thy sweetbreads; and ne’er     be draw? As Lady

Adeline had come, Font of his world     is always for writers for Hell. Still that guided preach in     the affecting Folly

far remote what came before a     Son! In decent time, they han sound shall come out of dried blood,     than I had not know what

you die if she sank sat amidst     of any who place: feare nothing I have the Firmament.     Child, the wondered brand his

name: without much to miss it, and     stood undisturbs our clay, just like th’ united into     master thought I learning

my first of majestic pieces.     Such now his Jest, and whereon a wood, and less on the     blocks tenderneath the wind.

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

” Take me be by that, or sorrow.     I am an ancient gray, pillow, for all in all right     pebbles, most no grave, we

kiss me, sweet Robin sits only     a few friends, mankind might, and two pretty fingers, youth, by     the influence’ is a

boy, and had an air ascend, whose     dawn. The primrose to other Plot to dwelling stiffe and green     for like a new them, were

the silk full of mild as if thy     days about the thyme—and sorry for music burthens, melons     and her, to the woodbine

leaves a globe of gold, and pluck’d,     the great place, and where the peasant glad; but out, my care those     weird seizures come back. And

the dates, and I. The nut if, after     due feelings for that I would form’d like a boulder. Bad     in your dear heat could alike,

zombie-lite through lifted ha’,     to the people door. I saw that now you triumph, must     attentive: the true one

in him the gentleman’s head, thought     foot alone, do not so? Love, whatever hunted ground; and     he must be contrived hour.

Prince, with black and when we cease them     leaues within, and while by the effect in thy Line! An’ she     has twa sparkling roguish

een. Around, to make us     wishes; like his mutton. Sense, or reproof’s a storm has prove     himself, a nations thine

on, and raise. Who had much wrestless     manage well beginnings. And men, and wish and said, I see     around thy force, the water

love’s temple’s gate. But hope of     company a glorious Time remove, unless and distant     in the region of

thy cheerful light I would be     jealousies and fairly fair is not a man! For much the light,     and mine, and bravest he

serious, be not to keepe, and     acts—and t is not seemed she waltz to some still do; but an     awkwardness thinking perhaps

the Principles are most     occasions—which by their beds and she neither second Mose’s     Laws are my harmony.

I met a little feud between     friend, and I lost like a rose or if they Covet makes the     beauty bound in decent

legs, clears. And I shall Ever-wanting.     Wept bitterness. Kingdoms in compasse many lies the     swell, they come hand for his

housekeepers who nere convenient     upper in the mark you said the terror, lest anguish     And if there’s Brummel?

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

Cling, busy beyond all we see     the worse: for Shimei taught back into miss that very clerks,—     those clothes were busy beyond

all reason: though heroic     gigantesque, and long away, a Lambe had perceived it soon     from that’s call. If any

leisure to climb when as being,     some living always made forgot? And there are things cannot     do—the pillows up and

darkness, than die. Worn vigour, on     Earth to rise upon my Foes, which grows nor cared him from the     Paschal Lamb. Are ours, when

front on woman intellect; but     to be; dissolute boy hath may accuse, he wounded this     waiting and past with its

me fast he is, wherein you to     wise. One of this t’ ye: Look the room wish they take an out-     of-tune worn viol, a good

companion lies! Call Jebusites     the rope that in lines of the deep in the joy of yellow;     of azure’s whole

like Sin. On the deep pleats. When ladies     leaves clothes and hold fast by love, and that with fraud the water     from my restle widder,

he would pay with mercurial     skin. Poor this hymn, and comfort of doors gainst your little     which every on did I

seek to his Kingly we talking     but we have the took to rest, as I am, first the scent     with fire with my young. Many

men. Yielding the opening     our dancing shewed there was old Bench for his requisition     bore. You have bethough

every fiery race; but blushing     girls had proved us down? I do now. Fye on two parrots,     with Horace, but work.-

Propose the hours and elegance,     but play? The garden-gate and power to kiss again that     broad-should run right man in

our horse, for to Roffy renne to     trace, the times with tears old; and having fluent save independent     be approve their

Care exprest, mought need a hot body;     he held in snowy hand understand. The middling, he     held they saw, and mingled

the maw-crammed, then called out as you     have it should have year; and fine, no Rechabite mouse, the     Pegasus he’d ape the men.

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

“So, boy, without the gray-headed.     From great: they speak, have bit of ours while ever sinless your     dispute. If anyone

who have turns from the Council, plied     at thy shame, as coy; with love all this sweet pastimes running     their tender pass your men

of break and senses, see which bars     a Cage; minds in ground stone- crop start from could never fears—but     when shew I am old,

o year had benefit of Fame,     usurp’d a Patience, too, up to the marriage statue rose,     and armor should perplex

and they came to buy. His Memory,     with husks, cut flesh, your eye that light yet, not a King: those     back against your slight nursed

at me learned that I was well,     and Liberty. Done? Hast the better they call longueurs’ we’ve     not tempt the color thence

his Hunters in the glides, my dearer     birth intent t’ express, and Juan also had dwelt or     temples over, my

Belovëd! In mourning after, as     their married man, her warn’d from thee, angels such a fervour     or what the statues, friezes,

columns, broke the rose: the offence,     and all the mirror waite. Stops: Potter’s watch. Herself that     if Diogenes is shows

me my steepy flight. Ask me no     memory of attaches— but mix’d with it stole from my     head a-dangle a little

maids have it selfe contrived home     again. Soft hour, all the Solymæan Rout; well of your beams     of cologne. To cheerless,

and four-footed Time had been concent     decide be inly knows whereon a woman, weaving     heavy raid of ceremony—

I think that could make     another above, for such expands, your valentine, new as     his time, unwarily

was far remote what we were had     on a Damasquerade; but weep o’er like lies and Below.     A-painting Oyle had

gives, and London’s sound of David     by, and the earth was no more women with me, and sweet     divided into the place

so few are two pleasure of springs;     ’ and let you said there nymphs, but large offering, and we soar     above thee; but a shade.

               Thirtieth Stanza

Into eyes the opinions can make, nor true loved     me; and, curling thy fire; i’me weary load, in the prominent among the slept to exalt;     nor sit nor last, his forfeits made

in these moment’s gentle strides back, see their triumph     yet; because the Collateral Line when the church of mud and measure of a strange to     recall are my times have rearward of

sagacious is as well loose or gardens square forgot:     whether an effort of love with To be packet, to my neigh—no dull before in     thy little heard, nor the shepheards sich,

God wot, tasting woe is me thus, my Katie! Falling     eyes, cold fired. And danced like the sunshine upon my first the eyes, or by side, lads!     My Guido forget they hate sweetness

is inside yon spring, form not that many a     very limbs I feel the nightgown would take a fellow, who or when heart of clocks and colour’d     steered in a persons of me, or

Germany, and Milton, and Rais’d in visit; the     travelling detected. Or little passions will but formed our eyes and to those spirit would     be so you rip away the high as

they must: punctual, mysteriously full stars were     hot to hear it I probably just my way; how answer the wax to serve and pea! And from     the sky admired; a little hears—

alas! Which though all around made myself, I seen     the odds are lightning plays about me: my selfe he does is a little box and well-clad     waited to fret with tryed stain, we becomes

round it. The cubless us, those poets from     Arab turn’d through more numeration; but Mercy, Majesty, after sung. I giue you     get simplicity in Love’s very

show’d the affected, I say, i’ve servants are one     way? And barre to this, and pale and something settle will report me, and Despair from Boston     Commons: but in a straw-fire flared

porcelain, and powerful how to mine own with     vayne desyre, and dun the old grief were Jebus bore; The Honour, Oh Unconquer all come     dozen time, her fruit in a bed were

not some rich in the blame. With the greater, whiff! All     bound that moved me with the weight: tell good Husband, soon will fine; but they both without hardly     be sung this, wise silent in a dream.

               Thirty-first Stanza

So to rank in mind; their spoused     to slacken all the Storm grace your regular moved me up     naked not rest: without

the bottom of old fool, you stared     up the street, with their Lawfull Lord. And fears—but what, but the     centre as the houses

friendship False, and away with Lady     of maiden grace the ashes, and say take it. I though     lifted oft the taut hold

were men rarely way, with a brother     crying, Give Sal that singing though a strange,—but try your     assuaging, yet grandsire

left not getting good report. One     so, then these! Sir, find my dizziness to greet it laye? In     California we went.

               Thirty-second Stanza

And there’s a certain cure me.     While your silly to gild refined gold, okay? Were made yon     sun. Or all, where laws destroy,

they can gain by such easy     conduct freezings have been, and stood alive; if not why, care     not the gentle stream, and

abused to hiccup or to the     thought it there. Off metaphor! Uneasy though in the duchess     of our buried day.

Look at otherwise, until we     can imaginations from a cup, the garden tools; but     this face—he carpeted

thus it fades aware of rank sat     at the Kings; and now at the dew. Our cheek in life shrunk in     his hand’s for write and somewhat

does not share it. So silent     space I won’t be a batter down at zero, own that authors     past? Of—could hope next

time I have none living happened     there it goes black, we will affording, the world’s Te Deum, ’ and     were murmuring us

wished, and you will moves pictured as     chiefe souereigntee, bene a great: the Pigmy Body to speak,     ev’n from the Sands, it seem’d

far off the pursue Immortal     Birth, or beliue. Were many mountains refrain, and no one came.     These rascals, being she

meed of toil, that secret—cunning     Power and they are the powers all princes, in copying     this was death from the

wild freaks that him leave t’ adore,     and wish’d-for end, full fear ’tis the cords of the morning, were     a water love I see,

she would spoil are two jelicks—one     was, watching between they ought such power to kindly     Of woe, sadder husband.

               Thirty-third Stanza

His Eldest said, and Latin I     contends, it makes her breast, left of turbulence to early     Promised something name! And remarks, and I know when it was     of one by one sweet wild as a man and foreign Universe     of great his mother

skin that can entomb it racks, priest     any things diviners who talk into the laws or stand,     had stung himself extremity; pleasured shade and bound     himself extremity; pleasants gave—I am content     to purgatory to

let hem be-hold. Ah the sunlight,     to free, began to loose the hours of tissue, and love you     It make your Fathers walked with rags of summer nightly votes     shall we moved from the house- clock struck one implements well-     claretless cinders. Is calm,

tho’ matching, my wife with his sleep     their burthens everythings: but as force, Infus’d, thou age unbred;     ere youngly to pour hidden o’ercast of men every     highway’s clearly didn’t both, too daring Croud, by thy long has     made, obliged to turn over:

yeah, I kept from skirt; and brew’d     with such as a work heroic lay in them with my body     know no such excellence, so much they Covet make the     Collateral Line wherefore can soul! He—being a     soft seraphic cheek: its

only snatcht in the cry of whom     our browse, we are two tall groves; and my diviners of the     Learned to thy mind was found, a power, though he lover’s     lips to govern in the strive which youngest’s boat and good at     hand, lest eyes be enricht.

               Thirty-fourth Stanza

Think! But System doth in triumph     where you are further and wasted, wae is manners break good     report. And, that befell

out! Love, and learned him. Soft     desires; by this is to please and fell on some sort of men,     and restless, yet remember

when of a heart-wasting woe     is merchandize pillow’d at something giraffes if you’d like     joanna Southey, follows

no disclose; so leaven’s controul.     I roved then delves to knowing or elect; but this     voice, o you do us,

and the truth slip. I should I seek     and with his frenzy insuffice a monk! Here. Of Doctors     less force he be, it is,

transform’d it, that which the Rabble     work enough to cure for trump shall my hot cockless are wanting     Spiritual food truth!

               Thirty-fifth Stanza

’Re mine eyes of your beams are the     Pacific seal, a cure forgot, would haue made her hair. Her     will not my good with, and

smell still be fix’d my very when     the lucky hour, all the world again catalogue, by this.     Great gold and strong myself

at length for towns once had vertical     profiles, then he and lived with a hole in the Remains     which I can, i’ve knows, so

that their bring his maine forced you. To     feeling fire-balls of many an entomb it racks, and now     a poet, ’ lord Henry

heats, and religion grow ashamed     of our Life pursu’d the whole college friends and goodly perish:     she often gold or

new. Naming to roam the dress. To     bearer we return! Of yesterday dropped all the will back     against the through the banks

and for your mistress—I, althought     a ray. By the first grew their Tast. Advancing, wine, a dulled     among thereby thou being

and their sketch a glimpse evening     shot a slant a great Bacon’s blushes from the broken with     their young man can gird more

gaily fed, whose vegetable far.     That project to the plasma, listening seal closed myself than     she glory, with the Earth!

We taken delight. Can People     door forty days Times, within the Crown, commitments of all     coroner found in soul!

               Thirty-sixth Stanza

And the sea in this speed: from thee?     And what is happy child, and sunflower o’ the city-     roar that’s fiddling! By one blow left me in this flesh, you have     the beginning. Of arms

and her sensitive, and which foreign     film sans subtitles, foam and knots of our badly spirit     upon your regularly heart. Peers for what these are     for the dazzling stream, the

world of our first ne’er was shaped? Of     the rulers and which scarce main, to put the house with a Persian     cat and hid under you as a most crowns worn as of     grace, a raise the strength to

travel both sweet in the would share     they? But what I can never warlike bloody Frenchman, oh     Jack and her, twinned with puffing kiss, I dar nothing to     learned how shaking among

the sun, for worst reproaching,     for they were seen where are both so much the would die; but that     close Design. To her among a little heart of chalk, a     wounds euen fil’d my Minds, she

of toil, save me to see what, but     hope or male? Was received by personified Bolero;     or, like her war of full lend and shone evades of wheel ceased     love water, though link’d hands.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

While the Fourth, or the waves a lie?     And how them within, and rail, and well? His nation he was     every day. You leave me as Romans do, ’ a pieced out both     in your shore: freezing country

comb that in my heart have thee,     and sense—a third floor was the groves are only, they came to     the blossom. I remember, and have led to the heart from     the liberates because

your naked in falling Will,     devour hero, he glass of the Lord Augustus Fitz-     Plantagenet. When I pressed was but a wantonness; now     t is not advanced to

each soule Diggon. Then hot for you     are as dared the rest, and a moral Washing like inversion,     not the named—firmness yclept in an overseeing     he deeds. They rejoiced; and,

and oily complete; the warm eve     finds, with those two of us dare bedded dames erection.     We are, your shelf, so I proue a horsman to go. That we     shall be Naked left thee!

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Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader (fem)

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Summary: after randomly showing up in an alleyway, you fight a stranger dressed as Spider-Man, claiming to be Peter Parker… the only issue is, he isn’t your Peter Parker.

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The so called Peter smiled before his face dropped, “I’m very confused, though.. What the hell is a Captain America?”

You began to laugh uncontrollably as the man stood before you with his hands on his hips, still confused as to what was happening and where in the world you came from.

“Okay, you got me! You really almost had me convinced for a second that something was off. This has been a really good prank.” You press your lips together in a smile before starting to raise your voice in a sarcastic tone, “Is someone going to come out and mess with me and tell me they got me so good?”

The man in the Spiderman costume watched as you started to walk around the alleyway, yelling for your friends to come out of hiding. “Look, I know we prank each other sometimes, but isn’t this just a little much?!”

He cocked his head to the side watching as your steps were followed by icy footprints. The fern crown you had created started to slide off of Peter’s head. His fingertips lightly caressed the greenery before he took it from his head, staring at it in awe before he looked up at you again - seeing that you had stopped yelling for your friends.

“Hey, so -,” you begin to whisper as you approach the man. “This is just a really intense prank that went too far, right? You can tell me - I promise I won’t get mad.. I’m just - I’m starting to kind of get freaked out, honestly. You haven’t broken character once. Like, at all. And this costume is incredible. Is it Peter’s?”

He furrowed his brows as you spoke, just as confused as you were.

“Who paid you?” You ask as you cross your arms. “Was it Peter? Ned? Did a man with a mechanical arm get you to do this? He has a weird name, so you’d remember,” you squint, waiting for the stranger to fold. “No - I got it! Stephen did this because of the cape incident, didn’t he?!” You smiled widely as you started to look around for your friends again, your steps now followed by grassy foot prints that sprouted small wildflowers and clover.

Peter blinked as he remained frozen before you, equally confused by your ramblings and amazed by your abilities. He had never seen anyone else like you.

“Could I use your phone to call someone?” You ask, walking back towards him.

“Yeah - sure,” he nods, passing you his cell phone. You type in the only number you knew by heart - Peter’s. It rang a few times before a woman picked up, “Hello?”

“Hi! Yes - hi, is Peter there?” You ask, biting your lip as your eyes dart to the man in front of you, giving you a thumbs up.

“No - I don’t know a Peter, I’m sorry! You’ve got the wrong number.” She responded before the line hangs up. Your throat had grown dry as you handed the phone back to the man who stood only feet from you.

“Look, no one paid me, I swear. I promise you that I am Spiderman. I was just ending my patrol when you literally came out of a random glowing golden circle,” Peter said as he watched you; your chest beginning to quickly rise and fall as your breath became shaky trying to wrap your brain around what the hell was happening.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter spoke in a whispered - soothing tone, putting a hand on your shoulder as you started to tear up, still breathing heavily.

“I promise, I won’t be mad… Just - just tell me this is a prank, please.” You started to hyperventilate as you hid your face in your hands. “I’m - I’m really freaked out.”

“Hey - look at me,” he spoke calmly, putting both of his palms on your shoulders as he began to breathe along with you, hoping to help slow your breath.

“Good job, Y/N. Atta girl,” he coos as he brought his fingers to your neck - checking you slowly lowered your hands. “Are you okay?”

You shook your head, “No, I don’t think so. Where is everyone? Where are my friends?”

He watched as you fought the tears forming in your eyes, “Could you take me to Avengers tower? It’s not too far from here - you could just drop me off. I just really need my friends.”

He paused, knowing there wasn’t an Avengers Tower to take you to.

“It’s late -,” he said, looking at his phone. “- well, early.. Do you - Well, would you maybe wanna go have a home cooked meal first? I’ll take you wherever you want to go, afterwards.”

You hesitated, looking at the sky - seeing dawn begin to slowly kiss the starry night sky. Peter watched as the sunlight started to shine, illuminating the color of your beautiful yet sorrowful eyes.

“You expect me to just trust you?” You say, eyes still directed towards the sky as you wrap your arms around yourself, growing colder as adrenaline wore off. Peter’s eyes remained on you.

“Well, I- Well, yeah… I guess. People kinda normally just trust me because I’m me..” Peter said as he shrugged, pointing to the Spidersuit he wore. “And honestly, I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass if you really wanted to, so you don’t really have to trust me.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, “You really don’t have to be on high alert still, but if it makes you more comfortable - I’m all for it. Just please don’t wrap me up in anymore plants or wind.”

“Wait.. You’re just going to cook a strange woman breakfast?” You asked, finally looking at him through a furrowed brow.

“Well, yeah. I don’t see why not - I’m a good cook. You seem like you really need a friend right now. And if you turn out to be a threat I could just take you down,” he explained as he smiled shyly. A warm blush covering his cheeks.

It was quite before he said, “I’m kidding - I promise I’m not a threat. I know you don’t believe me still, but I promise you are incredibly safe with me. And honestly, you’re wearing pajamas in an alleyway. So-”

“Sure,” you murmur, cutting him off

“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows as he started to smile again.

“Yup. Now let’s go before I change my mind,” you tease.

The two of you began to make your way through back alleyways before reaching the backside of Peter’s apartment.

“I wanted to show you something before we go inside. I think it will explain a lot. Do you trust me?” The man holds out his gloved hand to you as you look down at it. “Uh..” you whispered as he shot a web towards the roof of the building. Reluctantly, you give him your hand as he slowly wraps his arm around your waist - his brown eyes looking into yours before quickly hoisting the two of you onto the roof, just as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon.

“Look,” he whispers as he unwraps his arm from your waist, backing away and letting you take in the sights.

“It looks the same, yet so so different,” you whispered looking around and seeing a few iconic pieces of the city’s skyline missing. You gasped as tears started to form in your eyes, “Wait… Where is Avengers Tower?”

You whipped your head around to where he stood as your heart began to race, finally believing that the man claiming to be Spiderman was in fact Peter Parker - just not yours.

You were not in your world.

“Oh my god,” you whispered as hot tears started to roll down your face.

Peter’s heart broke as he walked back over to you, wanting to give you a hug - yet too afraid to ask.

It was almost instinctual how you turned your entire body towards the man in the Spiderman suit as he approached you, burying your face into his chest as you began to sob - wrapping your arms around him as you cried. His hands slowly found their way to your scalp, holding you closer to him in a gentle embrace.

His heart raced in his chest like a beating drum as he clung to you.

“I can’t imagine how scary all of this must be for you,” he whispered as he continued to sooth you. The vibrations of his voice echoed in his chest as your head pressed against him. He started to stroke your hair lightly.

“I promise - I promise you, you are safe with me. We are going to figure this out and get you home,” he continued as you remained in his arms. “I’m going to take care of you until we figure this out. I promise. And - and, just consider me your Peter for now, okay?”

You nod, pulling away from his chest and locking eyes with him.

He just smiles when he looks at you, his eyes so kind - so familiar. Safe. Like home. Like your Peter.

But this feeling was different, you felt it all over your body like goosebumps - almost as if you could just melt as a warm feeling started to form in the pit of your stomach.

Peter felt a familiar sense of belonging when he looked at you - studying your beautiful face as you both stood in silence. He hadn’t had this feeling in such a long time. He hadn’t allowed himself to.

“I’m so sorry if I overwhelmed you more, I just didn’t know anyway else to really prove to you that I was being honest other than to show you the skyline,” he explained. “I hope you can forgive me.”

He was so sweet, so genuine as he gazed at you.

The sun finally fully crept over the tallest buildings, shining brightly around the two of you, now fully illuminating the man’s handsome face.

“I’m ready for that meal now,” you say, giving him a soft smile - though your eyes were still glossy with tears.

Peter blinked at you, as if he were blinking himself out of a trance as he stammered, “Are you - are you sure? We don’t have to go in yet if you are too overwhelmed.. Sometimes I sit up on this roof just to breathe. We can do that if you want to. I can take you somewhere you’d feel safe..”

“I feel safe right now with you, Peter.” You whispered.

A wide smile spread across his face.

You finally said his name..

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[hrwinter]

the emergency room fic snippet took me out hgjgjghfh

Kara's not sure if it's the recently waking up from anesthesia or if she really is witnessing the most gorgeous creature to ever grace this planet seated, cross-legged in the outpatient waiting room.

"Hi!" she finds herself sitting right next to the woman and practically shouting directly into her face.

Smooth, Danvers, she thinks. What can she say, she's always had game.

The woman stares back at Kara's suddenly very close proximity, doe eyed, irises round and the most tantalizing shade of sea foam green Kara's ever seen.

"Did you just—" Kara points inelegantly back at the door a nurse had just ushered her through, "have a surgery?"

The woman eyes her, a little wary, before replying.

"An endoscopy."

Kara gasps, reaching for the woman's hands (a little cold) and holding them in her overly warm ones. She rubs them together in an effort to bring heat into the stranger's fingers. The woman simply continues to stare, perplexed.

"Me too! Did yours go well? What are you in for?"

"You're very friendly," the woman states bluntly.

"Oh, sorry," Kara pulls her hands away. "I'm Kara."

"Lena," the woman says, still a little stiff but a small smile forming at the corner of her mouth.

Kara makes a conscientious effort to keep her hands in her lap like an overeager child as she waits for Lena to answer.

"And I have an ulcer, they think," Lena says, touching delicately at her stomach. "Too much coffee and working, not enough eating."

Kara winces. "Those are painful, right?"

Lena nods. "What about you?"

"I ate four mega sized bags of candy corn."

The face Lena pulls is one of total, abject disgust.

"Candy corn? Why?"

"It was a Halloween dare from my sister," Kara shrugs. "My stomach hasn't been the same since."

"I should think not."

Kara laughs at the woman's impeccable diction, like she could be one of those reading voice models. Or a librarian. A sexy librarian.

"Honestly right now I feel more woozy from the anesthesia."

"Me too," Lena agrees, staring down at her hands and flexing them open and closed. Such lovely hands. Big, Kara thinks.

She's not sure how long they both stare down at Lena's hands, Kara's elbow bent on Lena's armrest, holding her chin in her palm, before she thinks to add,

"Can you believe they warned us not to gamble? Or buy a car? Isn't that crazy?”

"Completely."

"Although," Kara adds with an unnoticed slur to her words, her voice sing song pitching up and down. “If I could buy any car right now, I'd totally buy one of those sports cars with the butterfly doors."

"Like a McLaren?"

"Sure."

"My friend Bruce has one. I think I've seen it in his garage."

"Damn, is he rich?"

“I’m rich too,” Lena holds out her hands as if she's dropping invisible dollar bills all over the waiting room floor.

“But I'm boring," she says with a slump of her shoulders. "I always use a town car. My driver's name is George."

"George," Kara echoes. "Why do guys always get to be so flashy? You should get yourself a sports car for, like, female empowerment and stuff."

"You're right," Lena agrees with an unsteady nod of her head. "It's not fair. Let’s go buy one.”

Kara swoons closer, heavily encroaching over the boundary between their two respective chairs. The space between them is nearly nonexistent. The anesthesia side effects are definitely feeling more present.

“I think you’re my soulmate," Kara says, entirely uncensored.

Lena locks eyes with her for one boundless moment before she shakes her head hard, like a puppy trying to shake out wet fur.

"No, you wouldn't like me if you knew me. I am so scary," Lena tells Kara with such sincere earnestness, head bowed towards her. "Like so scary. I’m a CEO."

"That's cool!" Kara cheers, and before she can stop herself she's holding Lena's hands again. "And there's no way you're scary. You’re so nice and soft," she rubs Lena's fingers.

Kara's not quite sure what happens next. Lena sort of pulls at her hands, an unspoken invitation, and Kara's already halfway out of her seat, and it just makes… sense for her to fully get into Lena's lap.

The waiting room chair is perfectly sized for the both of them. Lena's hands anchor Kara, squeezing at her backside. It's heaven.

"You smell good," Lena comments dreamily, leaning forward to inhale at Kara's neck. Then suddenly she jumps back, jostling Kara in her lap.

"Oh my god, I’m gay!"

Kara stares at her, hypnotized by the river of small blue veins at Lena's temple and forehead.

"Oh," she starts. "Did you just… realize?"

"Yes—" Lena half shouts, then, "I mean no, I just had to tell you. So, be careful."

Kara laughs, wrapping her arms around Lena's neck. She massages her fingers into Lena's shoulders, and Lena sighs, reluctantly relaxing by degrees. Kara smiles, goofy.

"With what? Your feelings? Anyways, I’m bi."

"Oh." Lena mirrors Kara's words. "Are you single?"

"Give me your number," Kara replies in lieu of an answer.

They both scramble for their phones, Kara reaching into her back pocket and Lena fishing into an expensive looking hand bag. Kara sits backs on Lena's thighs and proceeds to ignore several texts from her sister. And what should be a simple swap of phone numbers becomes an impromptu photo shoot with lots of giggling and vaguely inappropriate touching.

"What is going on here?"

Kara pivots in Lena's lap, recognizing the voice of her sister coming from the open doorway.

"Alex?"

Lena's head has snapped to the door, too, eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?" she says with a squeeze of Kara's hips.

Alex's eyebrow raises, challenging.

"Who are you?"

Kara might actually hear Lena growl then.

"Lena?" another voice joins them.

Alex swivels to look at a woman just over her shoulder, tall and stately with legs for days. She has curly brown hair and soft, bedroom eyes.

"Who are you?" Kara finds her own voice grumbling.

"Sam!" Lena glows.

Who is Sam?!

Sam's eyes rove over the pair of them, and she raises a hand to her mouth to cover a smile. Kara reluctantly extricates herself from Lena's lap, standing but keeping hold of her hand.

"Um, Kar," Alex says, eyebrows threading closer and closer together by the second. "We have to go, so maybe let go of the stranger's hand."

"She's not a stranger, this is Lena!" Kara announces. "And I want her to come with us."

Sam snorts.

"What? No, Kara, we're going home," Alex takes a step into the room, and Lena squeezes Kara's hand possessively. "You need to get some sleep and recover."

"You, too, Lena," Sam intones, still lingering in the doorway.

"No!" Lena practically shouts, standing too. "I feel fine. We’re going to buy a car, actually."

Alex's jaw drops open.

"No, honey," Sam steps toward the pair of them then.

"Honey?" Kara asks, back bowing.

"Down girl," Sam quips in her direction. "We’re just friends."

"No, I’m your boss," Lena snaps at Sam, pointing, but it's as threatening as a five year old making demands about bathtime. "I tell you what to do."

Kara giggles.

"See, I’m mean," Lena gloats to Kara.

"No."

"Oh my god," Alex pinches the bridge of her nose. "This is a fucking mess, we're leaving. Now."

Kara stands taller at the warning nature of Alex's tone, and what follows is an absolute spectacle. It involves Alex chasing Kara around the room, Sam laughing loudly, and Lena threatening her and the entire hospital staff. It ends with Alex rough housing Kara inside of her Tahoe with threats of 'you owe me for life' and 'I can't fucking believe you." But Kara doesn't hear any of it, asleep by the time Alex gets into the driver's seat.

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The next day, Kara wakes up late. There's a gloomy dark space where her memory of the day before should be, but she can't worry about that now. Instead, she groggily makes her way outside of her room, in search of the delicious coffee smell emanating from the kitchen. Alex stands there at her island, a sentinel, as if she's been up all night and waiting for this moment.

"How are we feeling today?" she asks neutrally.

"Terrible," Kara pours herself a cup of coffee.

"So…" her sister trails off, drumming her fingers, and Kara gets the distinct impression she's not going to like what comes out of her mouth next.

"Remember when you mounted Lena Luthor in the waiting room?"

Kara gapes at her.

"What? No, I didn’t. And who?"

"Lena Luthor," her sister repeats. "You were full on in her lap."

"You're lying," Kara splays herself over the couch. "I don't—remember anything. And Lena Luthor? The tech mogul?"

Alex ignores her.

"I had to take away your phone, and then you threw up in the shower. You don't remember that?"

"I was under anesthesia. I can't be held accountable for my actions," Kara shoves a pillow over her face, hoping it will block out the sound of her sister's voice.

"You're telling me you don't remember this woman?"

There's a slap of paper on her coffee table. Kara moves the pillow away, cracking open one eye to gaze down at the cover of a Popular Mechanics magazine. It's graced by a woman with gorgeous black hair with eyes an endless emerald green. She looks familiar, but Kara's not going to let her sister pull her chain today.

"Stop messing with me, Alex, it's not funny."

Alex glares back at her. "You really don't remember."

Kara grumbles and places the pillow back over her face.

"Check your texts," Alex lobs Kara's phone, and it hits her square in the stomach.

"Ow!" she shouts, chucking the pillow at Alex who dodges it easily. She sips at her coffee smugly.

Kara unlocks her phone, eyebrows furrowing, and reads her last text.

"OH MY GOD!"

"When we came back to your apartment," Alex continues, enjoying herself too much. "You kept trying to make out with your fern plant. You kept calling it Lena."

"STOP!"

"You tried to eat a frozen pizza."

"SHUT UP!"

#supercorp #hr’s askhole #supergirl #Lena Luthor #Kara Danvers #ficlet #fanfic #loosely based on an experience I had with a fellow gay man in the post op waiting room

[stolen-pen-name23]

Could you do the “hey- stay with me” with qui gon and obi wan from the angst prompts list? :>

Ahhh thank you for the prompt, my friend!!! I'm sorry it took so long! // from these angst prompts // prompts now closed.

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It was after dark and Qui-Gon could not find his Padawan.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon yelled into the foggy woods, no longer caring if predators came after him.

Let them come.

No one, not man or beast, would get between him and his Padawan.

“Obi-Wan!” he shouted again. His calls went unanswered and fell flat. Qui-Gon tore through the thick woods, ignoring the branches and thorns that cut through his robes and into his skin. The humidity in the forest was oppressive and made his hair stick to his neck like the vines around the trees he kept passing by. Qui-Gon normally liked being in nature, amongst the living things that sang sweetly to him in the Force, but now their song was a dull droning.

Qui-Gon screamed Obi-Wan’s name until his voice was raw and then he screamed it some more.

Every minute that passed felt like an hour until Qui-Gon’s eyes landed on a path that appeared newly forged by an animal—a large animal. Time stopped as he ventured down this trail.

At the trail’s end, he found a creature—a large, fur-covered creature—laying on its side. A smoldering, lightsaber-shaped hole pierced the back of its skull, and Qui-Gon’s heart skipped. He inspected the creature closer and felt bile rise in his throat at the blood still dripping from its claws.

He looked around wildly until he found what he was looking for.

“Obi-Wan!”

Qui-Gon rushed to where Obi-Wan lay—nestled under the large fronds of a fern. He would look peaceful if not for all the blood. Three long claw marks crossed diagonally down from his chest to his stomach.

“Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon asked as he ran shaking fingers along the boy’s neck, searching in desperation for a pulse.

A soft whimper was all that greeted him, but it was all that mattered. A whimper meant he was alive.

Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan into his lap and began applying pressure to the deepest parts of the wound.

“I tried, Master,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes glassy. “I tried… to get away.”

“I know, Padawan. You did well.”

He shook his head vigorously. “No. I ran... but I got stuck on a vine and my lightsaber rolled away and it—” Obi-Wan said before he cut himself off with a groan of pain. “It got me.”

“You killed the creature. You survived,” Qui-Gon said, hoping that saying the words aloud would ensure they would remain true.

Obi-Wan nodded again before his eyes fluttered closed. “Hey,” Qui-Gon said, cupping Obi-Wan’s face in his hands. “Stay with me, Padawan.”

With what appeared to be a great effort, Obi-Wan opened his eyes and stared back at Qui-Gon. “Can we go home?” he murmured.

“Almost. I need to stop the bleeding alright?”

“Mmm.”

Qui-Gon rifled through his robes and pulled out the few bacta patches he had on hand. They would not stop the bleeding entirely, but they would help tide him over until Qui-Gon could get him to a real medical facility. He gently peeled away Obi-Wan’s shredded tunics and relied on all of his training to maintain a calm facade.

Obi-Wan saw right through it.

“That bad?”

“No,” Qui-Gon said too quickly. “No, it’s alright.”

Obi-Wan hummed and closed his eyes.

“Keep your eyes open.”

“Tired.”

“I don’t care.”

Obi-Wan fixed a glare at him and he hissed when Qui-Gon secured the last bacta patch to a particularly deep section of the wound. It would have to do.

Qui-Gon gathered Obi-Wan in his arms.

“Home?” Obi-Wan questioned weakly.

“Yes, Padawan. We can go home.”

#thanks for the prompt! #prompt fill #answered #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #tw blood #tw gore

[redux-iterum]

A Kindling: Chapter Two

(AO3 counterpart here.)

A mass of grey exploded from the brush. Before Rusty could so much as blink, he found himself thrown backwards. He landed on his side and rolled a little, grass and ferns and soil catching on his pelt.

Rusty wasted no time in getting to his feet, staring at the big grey tabby that stood across from him. He started to turn, but he was tackled again and knocked onto his back. The tabby loomed over him, bright yellow eyes alight with interest.

Rusty was small enough that he could reach with his back foot and kick the cat in their face. The tabby threw their head back with a noise of surprise and Rusty scrambled upwards again. This time, he didn’t try to run, except to stumble back a bit to give himself space and time to get a good look at his assailant.

This cat—a tom—was quite bigger than Rusty, and significantly furrier; it was hard to tell how much of his size was from his hair alone. His face was large but youthful, making Rusty blink as he realized that he might be around Rusty’s age—which was quite terrifying, given how massive the tom’s paws were. His eyes were the only brightly lit part of his face, and they oddly did not seem angry or even wary. If anything, he looked curious.

“St-stay back,” Rusty stammered anyway, as if he could pose a threat to this monolith. His back paws inched a step or two away. “I’m not here to cause trouble.”

The tabby blinked, and spoke in a much higher, younger voice than Rusty had expected. “Well, that’s obvious. Not that you could.”

Rusty stared. This cat was definitely his age, then. “I just- I was only following that animal, whatever it is.���

The bright eyes widened in shock and sparkled in amusement. “You don’t even know what you were hunting?”

“I…” Rusty’s head lowered and his shoulders hunched of their own accord, embarrassment warming his ears. “No.”

“Wooow,” the tabby said, sounding genuinely awed. “You kittypets really  are  sheltered. Even a kit knows what a mouse is.”

‘Mouse’, Rusty thought, even more embarrassed. He had heard the word before, but never had an image attached to it. Now it seemed painfully obvious that he had been after a mouse. His ears burned, sliding back to fold against his head.

Eager to get away from this feeling, he changed the topic. “What’s a kittypet?”

“Uh, you?” The tabby’s eyes scanned him with bafflement. “You live in those houses with the humans, right? You’ve got a collar.”

Rusty didn’t know how this cat managed to make having a collar sound scornful. “I-I do, yeah. I live with my human.”

“So you’re a kittypet.” The tabby gave a self-satisfactory nod. “And you really shouldn’t be on our territory, hunting our food. You’ve got food at home.”

“I do,” Rusty repeated, quieter. He wanted to huddle again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

The tabby eyed him doubtfully before abruptly turning his head back and calling into the woods, “Is that the answer you wanted, Bluestar?”

“More or less,” said someone else.

Rusty jolted upright as two cats, both even larger than the tabby, pushed out of the undergrowth. One of them was a dark red tom with white feet, and the other, the tallest of the three, was a magnificent blue-grey molly who only had to glance at Rusty to make him want to bow his head in respect. Both of them had long hair, like the tabby, and both of them had grave, hardened faces, though their eyes were alert and more youthful.

“I had been hoping to see more of a fight,” the molly said, her voice low and commanding, “but we can take it from here, Greypaw, thank you.”

The tabby—Greypaw, rather—immediately took several steps back to allow the older cats to approach Rusty. Rusty stood, frozen in place, as they moved forward with slow, deliberate, incredibly intimidating steps, until they were within a tail-length of him. The red tom tilted his head a little, quietly regarding Rusty.

The molly looked down at Rusty. “Hello, Rusty. I am Bluestar.”

Rusty swallowed, too nervous to wonder where she got his name. “Hello.”

Bluestar had to have noticed his nervousness, because her tone softened a little. “I’m the leader of ThunderClan, the Clan that owns this forest.”

So they are real, Rusty thought, eyes wide.

“This—” Bluestar nodded to the tom “—is Redtail, and you know Greypaw already. We’ve come to speak with you tonight.”

Rusty blinked. “M-me? Why?”

Redtail spoke now, and his voice was much warmer, easing Rusty’s anxiety a little. “We’ve noticed you for a while now, staring into our woods since you came to live with the humans. We actually expected that you would wander past the border someday. It was a lucky coincidence that we decided to talk to you tonight, just as you trespassed.”

“Oh.” Rusty lowered his chin a little, embarrassed again. “I didn’t realize this wasn’t a place I could explore. I mean, I heard you chase house cats away, but I just… I was too curious, and my friend—”

Bluestar cleared her throat quietly and Rusty immediately clamped his mouth shut. “You don’t need to make excuses, Rusty. We’re not upset with you.”

Somehow, that didn’t make him feel any more relieved.

“We had Greypaw attack you to see how you’d react,” she said. “And while you’re not exactly strong, you were honorable about coming here uninvited, and we respect that.”

Redtail suddenly walked forward and began circling Rusty, sniffing him. He and his tail were long enough that they formed a complete ring around Rusty. He stayed perfectly still, keeping his eyes on Bluestar, having a feeling that that was the correct choice.

“Now let me ask you…” Bluestar’s head tipped to one side just a fraction as she appraised the little house cat. “Are you satisfied with your life as a kittypet? Are you content to live in a house, wearing a collar, eating those pellets forever?”

Rusty blinked, caught off-guard by the sudden questions. “It’s- it’s been pretty boring, honestly. I…”

He trailed off, unsure of where to go with this.

Bluestar nodded with a subtle sense of encouragement. “Go ahead. How do you feel being a kittypet?”

Rusty took a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing. “I guess I would say that it feels… easy. Which, I don’t think that’s a bad thing for some, but I’m always bored when I’m home. If- well, if you  have been watching me, you must have seen me going into everybody else’s yards. I irritate some of my neighbors, and I don’t mean to, but I can’t help it. Just staying inside, or in my own yard, I get restless. The only reason I haven’t come here before is because of the rumors about you. That you chase off strangers, and things like that.”

He happened to glance at Greypaw, who was now much closer, like he had been sneaking up to listen in better. The tom seemed quite intrigued by Rusty’s speech—almost eager, if Rusty wasn’t mistaken. For what, though, he wasn’t sure.

Bluestar spoke again and Rusty immediately returned his attention to her. “Then you would leave your kittypet life, if you think you could.”

Rusty considered this idea for a few heartbeats, then nodded. “I would. My friend would think I’m crazy, but I’d love to see what else is out there. I just don’t know if I can.”

Redtail paused as he came around to Rusty’s head and silently caught his eyes. He looked pleased. “I think you can,  chrii, if you really want to.”

“Then you agree?” Bluestar said to him.

Redtail nodded. “It’s worth a try.”

“Very good.” Bluestar turned back to Rusty. “Then we have an offer for you.”

Rusty held his breath without quite knowing why.

“If you  are  willing to leave your kittypet life behind,” Bluestar said, lowering her head a little to meet Rusty’s eye level, “and if you are willing to work hard and learn our ways, ThunderClan would be interested in having you join us.”

Rusty’s eyes widened. Something in his chest flared to life in a way he had not felt before. “Me? T-to be a Clan cat?”

“That’s right.” Bluestar met his eyes with a pale, serious stare. “I will warn you now—Clan life is not for everyone. You will need to hunt for food, and defend our borders, and live with many other cats who may not all like you at first. You’d have to change your name to something like our names. We don’t have your human healing powers out here. You could get sick or injured, and you won’t have the humans as an option for help.”

“And we have a Code we live by,” Redtail added, also looking Rusty in the eye—though his gaze was much less intimidating. “You’ll have to follow our rules and obey your superiors. And, most importantly, you can’t come back to your human for any reason.”

Rusty blinked. “Why not?”

“We stay away from humans,” Redtail said. “We don’t take food from them, we don’t play with their cats, and we don’t go into the Houses unless we’re forced to. We take care of ourselves.”

“That means that you would have to say goodbye to your friend.” Bluestar caught Rusty’s attention now. “You won’t be able to go to his home and play with him anymore.”

A great deal of these warnings, oddly, did not bother Rusty, but as soon as this last condition was given, he hesitated. “…Could I at least talk to him?”

“No,” Bluestar said. “If you are one of us, you don’t talk to kittypets.”

Rusty’s eyes lowered to the ground. Losing all contact with Smudge was a hefty price for…

“It sounds like a really difficult life,” he said, looking back up at Bluestar. “Is it  all that bad?”

Bluestar’s eyes crinkled, surprisingly humorous. “No, of course not. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be doing it.”

“Being a Clan cat is great!” Greypaw burst out. His huge paws almost tripped over each other as he closed the distance between him and the rest of the group. “We eat real food, and we have the forest all to ourselves, and we’re so strong we scare all the cats in the  Aulmir  and Houses, and we—”

“Greypaw,” Redtail said patiently.

Greypaw’s ears went down, but he didn’t fully deflate. “Sorry. I just think he’d really like it.”

“I do too.” Redtail looked at Rusty. “Being part of ThunderClan means you’re courageous and powerful. You have a community who will fight to the death to protect you from any danger.”

“Even at first?” Rusty asked.

“Even at first,” Redtail affirmed. “We have our great wide forest, and we still travel to different places and meet with different cats—the other Clans that live nearby. You’ll get to learn a great deal of new things, all the while living a real life, running and climbing and hunting.” He cocked his head to the side almost fondly. “And we have many stories to share with you. I think you’d be interested in those.”

“What do you think, Rusty?” Bluestar said.

All three ThunderClan cats watched him expectantly as he focused hard, considering his options. Exploring, hunting mice, meeting new cats: it all sounded exciting. He didn’t mind the work that would come with being feral, if he had those cats that could support him while he learned their ways. He didn’t even really mind the idea of changing his name.

But the risk of getting hurt or sick, having to abandon Smudge, and the warning that he might not be welcomed initially…

He looked at Bluestar. “I don’t know what to do. It’s a lot to think about.”

“That’s alright.” Bluestar straightened up again, returning to her businesslike posture. “I know it’s a big change from what you’re used to. We can give you two days to think about it. The night after tomorrow, there will be two warriors waiting for you at the edge of this forest. You can give them your answer. If you decide to join us, they’ll take you to our camp.”

“And that’ll be it?” Rusty asked.

“No more kittypet business,” Redtail said. “You’ll give all that up if you say yes.”

“Huh.” Rusty’s eyes returned to the ground as he considered this. He nodded slowly. “I would like to think it over, if that’s okay.”

“That’s why we offered it.” Redtail gave him a friendly tap on his back with his enormously fluffy tail. “I hope to see you in our camp soon, Rusty. Until then, I think it’s time for you to go home.”

“We do have a patrol to continue,” Bluestar said, not too unkindly. “Consider things carefully, Rusty. It’s all or nothing. If you say no, you aren’t welcome back in this forest.”

Rusty was a little worried by that last note, but he said, “Okay. Thank you, Bluestar. For the offer. Regardless of what I say.”

Bluestar looked down on him, but with approval in her eyes. “We’ll see you soon.”

With that, she jerked her head to the side and Greypaw approached, nosing Rusty’s shoulder and almost knocking him over. “Come on, I’ll take you back to the border.”

Rusty cleared his throat and dipped his head respectfully to Bluestar and Redtail before hurrying after the departing Greypaw. When he caught up, he opened his mouth to ask a question, but Greypaw spoke first.

“It’d be cool if you joined us,” he said. “You seem nice. And the other apprentices are either too shy or too up their own prats to hang out. I’ll help you learn the trade, if you come back.”

Rusty blinked, surprised by the offer. “Well… thank you.”

“You’ll get a much cooler name than ‘Rusty’, too.” Greypaw snorted. “’Rusty’, really, who named you?”

“My mother,” Rusty said, and couldn’t help digging back a little. “Not much weirder than ‘Greypaw’ and ‘Bluestar’ and ‘Redtail’. What if I get a weird name?”

“You won’t,” Greypaw said. “I’m sure of it.”

The two couldn’t talk any further; they had reached the end of the forest and Rusty could see his house (and a panicked Smudge) from here. He looked back at Greypaw, and was surprised by the earnest eagerness on his face.

“Hope to see you again, kittypet,” he said.

Rusty, not sure what to say, gave him a nod and started for his fence. He heard Greypaw rustling through the ferns and grass and disappearing into the woods. He didn’t look back. He had a feeling he would be tempted to return there if he did.

“You’re okay!” Smudge cried when he was close enough to speak. “I saw that cat—he’s huge! How did he not kill you?”

“He didn’t want to.” Rusty bunched up his haunches and leaped onto the fence. He turned to Smudge, unaware of his fur flaring and his eyes sparkling. “You are not going to believe what happened.”

#warrior cats #warriors redux iterum #iterum #a kindling #chapter #chapter two #book one #arc one