#so like. she sees her body and goes yes this is the perfect soldier body

[mrsparrasblog]

hi srry if you don't do requests but I have to ask cuz I love everything about your writing.

Can u write a fic where the mc is strictly monogamous but 141 are SO madly in love so they fight on who gets to be with her and it's causing actual problems between them?

Ignored this if u don't want to. Anyway stay slaying✨

Hey ☀️🩷 Ofc I take requests this is my first one tho, I hope you like It, and it's like you imagined because I always have like a little movie in my head when I write a scene and with requests. I don't know if my thoughts match with yours- performance anxiety lol. Still thank you for supporting me 🩷☀️

Fighting for you

TF 141 x Reader

You always had that one plan in your life: meet a nice guy, date for 2 years, marry him with the most extravagant wedding dress someone could imagine, and after that, you get three fat babies whom you will love and dote on.

The only problem was, as a nurse on a military base, you didn't meet guys capable of this lifestyle. You hated to see all these men trying to get in your pants while they were married.

"Why are you in the med again, Johnny?" You scolded him. Of course, you found the Scotsman funny and liked his daily visits, but still, having him here all the time felt like a lost puppy when you had work to do.

"Look, Bonnie, have a mean scratch, need stitches from ya."

"Is that so, Mr. MacTavish?"

"Yes, Bonnie, look." He showed you a scar on his biceps, and you sighed. You knew he was only coming for something else; no soldier went to the medical just because of a scratch. He started to flex his biceps.

"Johnny, that's barely anything."

"But ya always fix me good, lassie." He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you sighed, disinfecting his nonexistent wound. "Such a good caretaker, lass. Need to put a ring on ya before someone else does." You blushed at the thought of marrying someone like Johnny. He was handsome, funny, and super strong, but he was a flirt, probably flirting with every other nurse. Besides, you had a date today.

"Johnny, stop flirting. I have a date today."

"Just a date, lass. It's not like you'll marry him."

You stared at him with a dead glare. "For some people, dates are important, Johnny!"

"Who is it?"

"None of your business, and now leave," you scolded him, annoyed by his noisy behavior.

-----------

"Who of you bastards broke the agreement?" Johnny started to scream at his teammates.

"What do you mean, Soap?" Kyle asked, confused.

"We agreed that no one can have her since she doesn’t want to share, so who of you tossers broke the agreement and goes on a date with her?"

"How do you even know that mate, if you didn’t break the agreement too?"

"I just needed her to take care of my injuries, Kyle."

"Bullshit, you barely got a scratch. Admit that you wanted to break off the agreement too. Admit it." Gaz barked, walking towards Soap to pick him up by his shirt.

"Enough of you, Muppets!"

"You broke the agreement, Captain, didn't ya? Telling us all about the agreement and then taking out my future wife."

"I didn't, and even if, she'd be more happy to become Mrs. Price than Mrs. MacTavish."

They were so close to fighting; everyone accused the other of taking you on that date. They remembered the first day they saw you; all of them were smitten. You were just too precious, full of love and excitement. Perfect hair, perfect body, everything about you was perfect for them. You could walk with your greasy messy bun, and they’d kneel for you, promising you’re the most beautiful woman on earth. After a while, they noticed how every one of them was smitten, how Johnny spent every minute in the infirmary, Ghost becoming your shadow, protecting you from every danger of the world without you even knowing, the Captain always treated you better than every other staff member, you had more off days, better shifts, and even better pay, and Kyle bringing you always your favorite coffee and a bunch of pastries when you overworked yourself again.

Johnny was the first one to ask the rest if they’d be open to a poly relationship. He was the most open about his sexuality, and having Simon and you was the perfect thing for him. Whether the reasons why they agreed to try to court you in this relationship, every one of them thought you only deserved the best, and that included being worshiped by four muscular men.

Unfortunately, your best friend, who noticed their goal while you still stayed in your naive bubble, popped their bubble, telling them to sod off. You weren’t made for this kind of relationship; you were jealous and liked the idea of monogamy way too much. You only wanted to have one husband. That's how the agreement started none of them will pursue you, and they will only start something with you if you approach them, no more flirting, favoritism, or looming over you.

Nonetheless, they gave a fuck about their agreement, behind closed doors still trying to court you in various different ways, but how could they not? You were perfect, and they were obsessed and way too much in love with you to let someone else have you.

"Where the fuck is Ghost?" Kyle asked, looking around for the scary man with the skull face mask.

"Fucking hell, he is her date."

"Sick bastard."

------

Soap walked into Ghost's barracks, eager to scream at his best friend. He was the first to love you, so Ghost should not have gone on a date with you without telling him. The betrayal felt immaculate, his best friend with the love of his life.

"Aye, Lieutenant, heard you're going on a date with the lassie."

"Johnny, it just happened."

"No hard feelings, LT. Where are you taking her?"

"Alfredo's."

"Oh, okay."

Simon looked confused at Johnny. "What's wrong?"

"Take her to a better place a steakhouse or a fish restaurant. Give her a real meal, not something cheap. Lassies love this fancy shit."

"Thanks, mate."

---------------

Your date with Ghost was okay. He was brooding over something, and as he insisted on ordering something for you as a surprise, despite you telling him no, he did it, wanting to be a posh bloke who knows what his lady wants. Soap said you liked this fancy shit and heavy meat and fish.

As you looked disgusted at the filet steak, trying not to be rude by saying you're a vegetarian, he lost it mentally, not with you but with his best friend, who betrayed him just for you. He'd do the same, of course, but it's still different, right?

The date went on way too cringy, Simon spent most of the time apologizing to you for the messed-up date, and you tried to reassure him that it was okay. When he brought you back home, he asked if he could stay the night, and you politely declined.

"Johnny, I'm going to rip your fucking head off."

"Aye, shit," Johnny screamed as he began to run.

"The date went shit, I guess?" Kyle asked, unfazed by all the screaming from the two men fighting. He acted as if he didn't let slip the information that she is vegetarian next to Johnny or told Price she liked roses after she told him for 20 minutes straight how they are overrated. The best part was no one even suspected him; he was calm about the situation, not trying to solve it with violence like Johnny and Simon. While the others played checkers, he played chess to get you.

"Yes, it was."

"I told you muppets, I'm the one who deserves her."

"Shut up, Price," Ghost scoffed.

"I think so too, Captain should have her. At least he treats her well," Kyle said with a boyish grin.

So the Captain asked you out on a date, and after some convincing, you agreed, making yourself ready and waiting for him in desperation. You looked great, hair curled, mascara applied, and in a dress that was classy but a bit sexy. You knew Price could be a guy for this, maybe a bit too old, but still, you could grow old with him, and maybe he would give you everything your innocent heart desires.

After waiting for an hour, you were sure he wouldn’t come. If only you had known that Ghost was faking an accident and Soap's promise to tell you about it, not to let the sweet angel wait for the Captain. Soap was already on the way to play the knight in shining armor, fully confident to finally sweep you off your feet and make you the future Mrs. MacTavish, his sweet little angel. Oh, how the boys would look to know that he got the heart of their sweetheart finally.

Too late.

"Hey, lovely, why are you sobbing? Do I need to punch someone for you?"

"It's embarrassing, Kyle."

"Tell me about it."

"Just had a bunch of weird dates. One wanted to only bed me, I guess, and the other stood me up," you sobbed, looking into Kyle's pretty face.

"Oh, love, you know that all these guys around the boys are head over heels fighting over you like wild animals."

"Never."

"They are, how couldn't they? You're perfect."

"You're a flirt, you know that."

"And you're too pretty to cry, you know that?" He winked at you, removing the tears from your beautiful eyes.

"You think so?"

"Mhm."

"Kyle," you asked him shyly, looking deep into his brown eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you one of the boys who fight over me too?"

"Sure as hell, love!" He almost shouted, full of enthusiasm.

"You wouldn’t want what I want."

"And how do you know that?"

"I just want you, to know all, exclusive dating."

"Mhm, I'd give you that without a doubt, love. Just let me prove to you that I'm the right one for you, love." His hand slowly went to your face, caressing the soft skin that was still tinted by your mascara tears. "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen." And when you looked at him with your doe eyes, he lost it, slowly pulling his rough lips on your soft ones, holding your head for dear life as if you could vanish any second. He was afraid he did something wrong, maybe scared you like a deer, but you didn't shy away; you pulled him closer, letting his lips intertwine with yours and slowly opening your mouth to let his tongue explore yours. It felt like a firework in your body; every fiber burned with pure passion as he kissed you. You didn't want to stop; you needed him as deeply as he longed for you.

"Fucking Garrick, I didn't think he’d win her over," Ghost murmured behind the wall, watching you with the others in jealousy as Kyle got their girl.

"He played us like fucking fools, telling us it's okay if we win her over," Price muttered, annoyed and kinda proud at his sneaky bastard.

"I'm more of a looker than fucking Gaz," Soap said, annoyed.

As happy as you were right now, all of the boys knew the fight for your heart wouldn’t stop until there was a ring on your finger.

#john price #tf 141 x reader #call of duty #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod #cod mwii #tf 141 #john mactavish x reader #captain john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #ghost fanfiction #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #soap cod #soap x reader #soap mw2 #price x reader #price

[luna-lovegreat]

Wild's apology

Since I really love proper apologies and taking account for actions, I MUST rant about Wild's apology because there are so many details making it... good. Just good.

First panel face, he looks uncertain. Hyrule said the little guy wanted to talk to him, but he doesn't know if it's only one little guy

We have the best opening line we all love, hoping he can imitate Zelda's diplomacy. Wild did not- his apologizing varied wildly from Zelda's, and I think that's a really good thing

His Zelda's diplomacy is a royal style, seen in totk memories. When diplomatic, she uses formal words and straight posture, with her hands at her side or clasped in front. She doesn't need to say it's formal, since that's assumed. Wild did not imitate her exact style, but he kept the end goal of peace.

This whole first panel with him showing such tension, hoping with all his might it goes well, resolving to act the best he can to fix it... yes

There's something really telling about Wild's face walking in. He looks angry. With everything we've seen of his actions after twilight was injured, it's clear by now that when Wild's scared, it comes out as anger. All the previous yelling was because he was scared.

Since Wild's face looks angry walking in, after deciding to imitate diplomacy? I think he was terrified.

One thing I love watching in people is how much the smallest body parts can show their thoughts. Hands can tell a lot about how someone's feeling. When Wild starts talking to Four, his hands show he's being open.

Arms down at his side, palms up and hand reaching out. That hand and arm position shows vulnerability- he's literally opening his body to be open in his words and feelings.

And he's says "I know why you wanted to see me", which, well

lol

Still, he came in immediately speaking to work to patch things up. The words "I'm ashamed"... admitting you're wrong is hard. Even harder is discussing the feelings that come with it.

Moving on, Wild's moving ahead to apologizing.

Wild is not royalty, and neither is four. Truly imitating Zelda's diplomacy with royal posture and attitude would have been weird. What they are is warriors, comrades who win battles together. And four works with the captain, who certainly sets an example of military respect. This is where him not exactly imitating Zelda's diplomacy is better, since he is not a princess.

He's a soldier in this moment. We don't know how much he remembers of his initial knighthood, but his soldier diplomacy kicked in here. He's basically standing at attention in the side view. Four is much shorter than him, but his straight posture and forward facing head (not looking down) shows absolute respect regardless of height. He outright states it's a formal apology.

Awesome. It's not polished or perfect, there was a pause before the rather awkwardly phrased statement about initiating. But awkwardness makes it real. His face still looks fairly angry here! I still interpret it as fear.

His hands are straight at his side, then formally on his chest. He can't be the perfect knight anymore- instead he's awkward and unpolished. But he's doing diplomacy the best he knows how, even if four absolutely did not care about a formal tone.

Moving on! Four's listening.

Wild loosens up here. There's only so long our wild child can be formal, so he's not unnaturally pausing and trying to phrase things formally anymore

Hand placement: the hand behind the head is the Link pose we all know, where apparently it's a part of the hero's spirit when feeling awkward.

His hand goes from behind his head to held up in the air when saying "look, I'm sorry for shoving ya" I honestly like to think of this as pulling the apology from behind his head lol. Thinking for words "now where did I put that apology?" Finds it and holds it up "look! I'm sorry. It was just in the back of my mind."

His hand then goes down to his side, and he's open again. Palm out, he's putting him out there.

His word choice matters. "ya"

"Honestly, that warranted an all out brawl" ... good. He's saying his actions were wrong- that he deserved anger towards him. Saying "all out brawl" validates fours actions. It warranted an all out brawl... that says that to wild, what four did was ok. All of it sucked, but it's ok.

My favourite line. "Thanks for going easy on me." It's important in so many ways for humility, showing respect, and how four could have done more, blah blah blah anyways I like it because I can imagine he says that and then the purple part of four just grins like "yeah I totally could have beat you up glad we're clear on that". I mean Four has done nothing but manically cackle when someone mentions his secret, so I think he probably had a devilish grin inside when Wild said thanks for going easy on me.

It's an apology and it's awkward! Awkward pauses, awkward faces. Hand behind the head, "ya". It was awkward. He kept going, showed sincerity. He struggled ahead, forging his way through (no pun intended), because it. Matters. To. Him. Being a person who can take responsibility is great and he cares about it. But the real reason is because four matters to him, and they have come so far. The amount of care it takes to just keep going until it's resolved shows a gold heart.

There's one of my favourite parallels between this update and a previous one in his explanation after apology. In his explanations... his face is the same.

And this gets me so much. Look at this guy and his past. He was a perfect silent knight. Losing his cool or expressing emotion or fears was not even an option. And now he can mess up- which is terrifying. But look at how vulnerable his face is, how much he's allowing himself to feel in order to properly express his want to fix things.

And then he offers four his hand. If offering someone your hand and taking it isn't the sincerest form of love... this is so sweet. His face is so open, really wanting to (re)connect with four.

They shake hands and the apologies are over, they move on to shiny metal. "Oh."

And overall this is incredible. People can admit they're wrong and apologize, anyone can say words. But to have facial expressions, posture all the way to hands, and connotations of words all showing honest sincerity is far more than most can ever hope for.

There's my favourite parallel in the progression in this update, the two times they took hands.

The first time is Wild offering his hand after apologizing, and this is where we get the last remnants of a formal soldier apology. Standing straight, arms straight towards each other.

Later on they take hands again, this time as friends connecting beyond making up.

...

Making mistakes and hurting people doesn't make someone unlovable. Working to fix your mistakes makes someone lovely.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu #loz #lu wild #lu four #lu flora

[my-decade]

my thoughts on Netflix's ATLA live action

As an adult who watched this show growing up and was there for the countdown to the comet (iykyk!!) I have thoughts!

Best: Zuko. angsty, teenage boy depression, father issues, determined to a self-destructive degree. The actor is great at capturing all these facets of Zuko's conflicting, complex character. Really great with the choreography/martial arts too. Its not easy to pull off Zuko's mostly shaven but with a ponytail haircut, but this actor manages it. And yes, the opening scene with him seeing the beam of light from the iceberg and saying, "Finally." did give me some chills. Honestly the actor just captures Zuko really well. Great casting.

Worst: Katara. has the personality of an elegant yet unassuming well watered house plant. Its more because of the writing than the actress… she's doing her best with this depressing egg whites version of Katara she's had thrusted upon her. It's not going to be convincing when Toph comes along next season and calls her sugar queen.

Aang: never has any fun. spends every episode staring into the distance being sorrowful and melancholic. *teardrop rolls down cheek* he is a depressed 40 year old in the body of a 12 year old. He has no fun side to him anymore- an important side for a 12 year old kid to have! Also spends the entirety of season one (you know, titled "water"!) and doesn't learn a lick of waterbending, not even from Katara, who spends a lot of it learning from the waterbending scroll!! Why??? However the actor is doing a great job and I think he captures Aang's essence really well. He is young and I think next season he will improve a lot.

Sokka: I almost forgot to write thoughts down for him, which I think says more than anything else. He's essentially been boiled down to the same old overprotective big brother, but now he comes complete with daddy issues. It's a little hilarious that Katara's worst memory is watching her mom get burned alive by a firebender soldier while Sokka's is hearing his dad say he's disappointed with him. Kind of ruins the moment tbh. They really took all the fun aspects of the main Gaang and dulled them down completely, its sad. At least he's cute though- and imo, the chemistry with Suki's actress was there.

The previous avatars: every single one meets Aang just to berate & yell at him and tell him he shouldn't have friends and where has he been for the past 100 years without giving him a second to speak. What?? Sadly it seems any dignity, grace, or wisdom the previous avatars had in the original, has been completely wiped out in this live action. Also, this idea of them telling Aang about things that are going to happen makes no sense. Did no previous avatar tell Roku his friend was going to betray him, let him die on the island, and start a 100 year long war? Also the idea of Aang being able to communicate ONLY if he's in one of their temples is stupid. What is the point of the avatar state, then? Will Roku be able to teach him anything at all?

Princess Yue: yes I wrote an entire paragraph about her lol. She is one of my favorite minor characters. I think they wanted her to look so accurate to her original counterpart that she just looks too much like a cosplayer, with such a stiff and lifeless looking wig. This is the one and only time I will concede I prefer M. Night's version of Yue as far as costuming goes, though both funnily enough forget her eyebrows shouldn't be dark. The actress was fine. But this version of Yue is quite a different person from og Yue, I can't really compare. Plus, it feels like we see her for a good 10 minutes before she dies for the moon spirit. I couldn't buy into her and Sokka having feelings for each other because it felt like they knew each other for a good 2 hours at most. Ideally, I think these two versions kind of fused together would be perfect.

Azula/Mai/Ty Lee: Grouping them together because. Azula is the most unconvincing out of the characters for me. I don't buy that this girl is supposed to be the princess Azula for a second. I'm neither intrigued nor intimidated, and that's pretty bad as Azula was one of my top favorite characters from the original. The costume is fine, the wig feels cheap, her dialogue is horrendous, the actress can't convince me. Azula isn't smart or cunning, sharp, or collected, and her "working with Zhao" just made her look dumb when the entire plan flopped. She is a whiny, petulant little girl stamping her feet in every other scene. It's not for me. Also, the way her relationship with Ozai is depicted here makes Ozai look like a loser, too. It's like they want us to not be afraid of either of them.

As for Mai and Ty Lee. Ty Lee is fine. She looks okay, the actress is fine for how little we see her. On Mai, the wig is just so bad I don't get what happened. It's like they're struggling on the line of being realistic with the styling, or leaning completely in cartoon-character-came-to-life. I don't think the actress for Mai here was a good choice.

Dialogue: the worst part of this show. When they're not completely quoting word for word from the original, it's.. just bad. Everything is always exposition and thats not good. The few moments that aren't are just... idk.

CGI: not bad. I was expecting worse. Fire, earth, and air all look great. Water feels a little slow, mostly when its just water and not ice but that can be improved I assume. Koh was pretty cool, as was Wan Shi Tong.

Settings: Beautiful!! Omashu looked great. South and North water tribes looked great. Ozai's throne room looked incredible and I was annoyed every time we see it, he is just standing around and not sitting on his throne. It just reminded me how amazing the buildup to Ozai and Azula's reveals were in og season 1.

Costume: Its either a hit or a miss. There's strangley not much in between. Aang, Katara, Sokka, Zuko, Iroh, June, Ozai, Jet, Suki, the Kyoshi warriors, all look pretty great. Then you have characters like Azula, Mai, or Yue, who just look like half decent cosplayers. It kind of takes you out of the moment when it looks like the person is a cartoon character, rather than just a normal person. For example, compare how Katara looks compared to Azula.

Music: of course it was fantastic. A lot of it (I think most) was from the original show, which has one of the greatest soundtracks an animated show has ever had imo.

Final thoughts: Ultimately, it was kind of what I was expecting. You can't condense 20+ episodes worth of development into 8 and expect it all to flow perfectly. However, there are also a lot of changes that really don't make sense to me. I am very curious to know how on earth they will do seasons 2 and 3, as season 1 is the slowest in pace compared to the next two seasons. The original's finale was split into four episodes! Unless they add more episodes for next season, it's going to be a big jumbled mess of lore being shoved into our faces. I am also concerned about Toph. The Gaang so far has been stripped of their fun/unique personality traits. Is Toph going to be the same?

#atla #avatar the last airbender #netflix's atla #personal

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Do you think the sweet moments that Aerys had with his niece are the reason his obsession with her began?

And when it began he started doing everything to get close to her. Closer. To have more moments like that. So many other people in the family notice the things off about him. They may not know how far down it goes but they know he’s no innocent.

But his niece doesn’t see it. She sees the good moments with her uncle. The softness he shows toward her. And she thinks that must be his secret. Oh how wrong she is. It’s true that he has a softness for her. But that softness comes with a terribly powerful need to keep her close. Destroy everything just to have her

By the time her mother starts noticing the problem it’s too late. She just doesn’t believe the kind uncle she knows could be untrustworthy! They don’t know him like she does!

She isn’t entirely wrong. Aerys would never hurt her. And he is indeed devoted to her. But his devotion doesn’t just show in the softness. It shows in the blood he spills, the things he burns, the bodies that pile up. All in her name

And she has no idea the lengths he will go to keep her

This is so perfect and beautifully written 🔥🔥

Aerys' obsession runs deeper than that. He started showing his twisted side when he was very young. Everyone, even his own mother was scared of him but his niece was the only one brave or innocent enough to approach him. Why? Because he never hurt her. He always protected her. He protected her when her strong brothers left her in the dragon pit as a joke. Why would the niece be scared of someone who treasures her.

Yes his obsession makes him even more crazy and scary and the niece is not aware of that. But she feels it that only he doesn't have any ulterior motives with her. Because let's be honest, the blacks needs her because she has strong Targaryen traits. Rhaenyra and Jace needs her. But Aerys wants her. He is the only one who has always protected her and wanted her and accepted her, and it's not because of how she looks.

So why would she believe all the cruel things everyone says about Aerys? You put her in a room with her family's most trusted soldiers and supporters and Aerys, and she would feel safer with her uncle.

As they grew older Aerys' obsession grew stronger as well, to the point where he would burn down the entire kingdom just to have her by his side

She doesn't know to what extent Aerys has gone for her or will to go in the future. Maybe she will find out one day but the question is, is it better to choose those who intend to use you to strengthen their claim on the throne or to choose the one who has always protected and cared for you?

#aerys targaryen x reader #aerys targaryen #jacerys velaryon #rhaenyra targeryan #hotd #game of thrones #house of the dragon #game of thrones imagines #hotd headcanon #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #hotd one shot #house of the dragon imagine

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Courts of Green Pt.1

Bucky Barnes x Fem reader

Requested by: None

Warnings: fluff, mentions of pain, mention of slight sexual....I don't know what the fuck to call it....Bucky feels some sexual tension! If you want a part 2 don't hesitate to just ring me up and say "Hello Hello! I've changed my mind! I wanna be a star!"

Summary: Bucky and Y/n are in therapy after buck gets out of jail, Y/n and him have tension so the doc had to force it out of them.

___

The doc opened a note pad and clicked her pen, she wrote down both of their names and set it on the table.

"Alright, first off. We're gonna do an exercise, it's something I do with couples. It goes like this....if a miracle were to happen while you were sleeping, what would one of you like to be changed about the other?"

She pointed at Bucky.

He shrugged and began.

"In my miracle, Y/n would talk less."

"If I talked any less, I would be a fuckin mute."

"Then that would be perfect."

That hit Y/n like a brick, her body suddenly felt cold and tears threatened to fill her eyes. She furrowed her brows in an attempt to keep from crying.

"Now, Y/n. I can see that hurt."

"I don't need you examining me, doc." Y/n said through gritted teeth.

"I see this isn't working, let's do the soul gazing exercise. I want you to turn and face each other."

"Oh I like this one." Bucky said.

They turned and faced each other, they sat close so their knees were touching.

"Get closer." Doc said.

"If I sit any closer, I'll be in him." Y/n replied.

"Get closer."

They did so, Bucky's knee was between Y/n's legs and hers was between his. Buck couldn't help but feel some sexual tension between them, he laced his hands together and placed them in his lap.

"Alright, now relax and gaze into each others eyes."

Y/n sat back and looked into his eyes while Buck literally stared into hers.

"Now....Y/n. Why does James aggravate you?"

Y/n crosses her arms over her chest...

"He never talks to me."

The doc nods...

"He was talking to you right now."

"That's not what I mean."

"Alright, Y/n. You're looking at him, but you're focused on me....tell him how you feel."

"You never tell me shit, Buck. I see you every day and something is gnawing at you. You're in pain, Buck and you want to tell someone what's up, I see it. But you never do." She leaned forward. "I'm right here....I always am. You don't tell me anything, I've seen what you were, I've been a victim of it. I'll understand if you just talk to me, you don't have to be alone....just let me in and give me something."

His eyes became glossy at her words, his breathing shaky. Y/n reached over and gently took his hands, he leaned forward in the same position she was in.

"I'm afraid." He started. "I have nightmares, I kill you in all of them. I came so close when I turned that one time and it haunts me."

Y/n cupped his cheek, he leaned into her touch. Neither of them noticed the doc had left the room. Y/n looked at his lips, then at his eyes, and back at his lips..

"Bucky, that's not you anymore. The soldier is gone, you need to forgive yourself, you aren't going to hurt me anymore." She whispered.

He gently gripped her wrist and closed his eyes, she pressed her lips to his and rested their foreheads together.

"Just please, stop pushing me away, Buck." She whispered again.

___

Sam walked over to the Doc, his hands in his pockets...

"So what's going on in there? They confessing their love for each other?"

"Yes." The Doc replied, she then walked away.

"No shit." Sam quietly said to himself.

He opened the door of the interrogation room, Bucky and Y/n held each other close whispering 'I love you'.

Sam closed the door, eyes wide and looking at the ground...

"Damn."

THE END ❤️

Part 2?

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #bucky barns x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #james barnes

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

13, 17, 31 for all three ships if you want <3

Thank you for the asks <3

ship: you are the sword to my shield (Rory x Price - COD MW)

13. What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

answered here

17. Under what circumstances would they want to be left alone by their partner?

Rory and John both tend to isolate when they have a problem, despite knowing that the other is going to try and step in and help them. Would they prefer to be left alone to cope, yes, will it actually happen, no.

*also when they're pretending to just be totally not in a relationship soldiers together if the brass is around*

31. What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?

Price snores and runs horribly hot for Rory's taste, that girl is shoving half her body outside of the blankets when they are sharing a bed.

Rory is very strict about cleanliness, even more so than what is expected in the military. She will toss a coaster at you if you're having a drink at her home.

ship: the wolf and the wildcat (Kit x Jacob - FC5)

13. What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

Kit and Jacob are both very much acts of service people. Cleaning each other's weapons, sharpening the other's knife, making coffee in the morning. All that sort of stuff is always appreciated by the other.

17. Under what circumstances would they want to be left alone by their partner?

Jacob generally prefers to be isolated so when something is bothering him he does try to push Kit away (not that she's going to stand for that) also when he's in self-sacrificial mode because he knows Kit's going to try and stop him.

When Kit is having any sort of moment of "weakness" she DOES NOT want him seeing her like that

31. What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?

Jacob tends to find Kit's belief in God incredibly annoying, especially when she mentions seeing her angel. He doesn't believe, he doesn't want to hear it. None of that is real to him.

Kit hates Jacob's self-sacrificial tendencies. It annoys her to no end. Her whole belief system is centered around survival over everything, that dying in itself is weakness

ship: moonweaver (Tem x Gale - BG3)

13. What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

Tem is giving Gale every magical tome she finds, listening to his rambles whenever he goes on a talking spree, and she is constantly reminding him that he is perfect the way he is and doesn't need to be anything more than the man she fell in love with.

Gale is filling his undernourished elven girlfriend's stomach with the warmest, heartiest food he can possibly prepare.

17. Under what circumstances would they want to be left alone by their partner?

Tem has lived a LONG time on her own, so just getting used to being in someone's company takes her quite a while. She still finds she needs to spend time alone to recharge as an introvert and there are evenings under the moon where she just needs the time to breathe and ground herself with the earth and her gods once more.

Gale is far more extroverted, and before locking himself away in his wizard tower, had friends and colleagues to converse with. When he starts considering blowing himself up with the orb he does start distancing himself from Tem and that's when she steps in despite not being very comfortable with social interactions.

31. What little thing do they find incredibly (though harmlessly) annoying about their partner?

At the start of their relationship Gale had a habit of downplaying her magical abilities as a druid. She wasn't a sorceress or a wizard, so her shifting into an animal was more like a neat party trick to him and it definitely annoyed her.

Tem has a bad habit of chewing on cinnamon bark when she's nervous, it makes her breath smell good, but the sound of her grinding gets on Gale's nerves to no end.

#ship asks #ship: you are the sword to my shield #ship: the wolf and the wildcat #ship: moonweaver #oc: rory sinclair #oc: kit cross #oc: artemis

[underthetree845]

Attack on Titan Characters’ Halloween Costumes (Headcannons)

What I think each of the Attack on Titan characters would dress up as for Halloween.

(Yes I know it’s June but I just had to get this out of my system)

Cws: modern au, college au, Halloween, I don't know what to put here really

Includes: Eren Jeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirschtein, Sasha Braus, Niccolo, Connie Springer, Historia Reiss, Ymir, Marco Bott

Summary: What would some of the Attack on Titan characters wear if they all attended a Halloween party together in a modern au?

Eren- Solider

I’m seeing camouflage pants, a black compression shirt, combat boots, and maybe even those metal tags that soldiers wear around their neck. Mikasa is absolutely in love with the look, and jots it down in hopes of accidentally matching with him next year. Eren idolized the whole solider thing as a kid.

-

Armin- Milo Thatch from the animated Atlantis movie

If you don’t know who he is, Milo Thatch is a young explorer on a team that discovers The Lost City of Atlantis. He wears a long muted green trench coat, baggy army-colored explorer pants, a beige sweater, round glasses, white knee breeches, low-heeled dress shoes, and he carries around a brown cross body satchel with an old book. I feel like impersonating Milo would be so in-character for Armin, he could pull it off well. And he would look adorable.

-

Mikasa- This is partially influenced by Isayama’s modern au, but I’m just seeing her completely decked out in goth attire.

She would wear rose-patterned lace black leggings and matching gloves, high black boots, a black leather skirt and sleeveless top set, V neck with an abundance of chokers. Rings, probably. We all know her makeup game would be absolutely bomb (and perfect for the dim lighting of the party). If anything, her outfit is comparable to a Misa Amane (from Death Note) cosplay.

-

Jean- A Prince

He wants to have people falling over him so bad, and what better way than to show up as a literal prince for the Halloween party? Goes all out with a navy suit and gold buttons, matching pants, sleek dress shoes, does his hair nice, even carries a pocket watch on a gold chain tucked into his pocket. His mom probably helped him with the outfit. Eren absolutely dies when Jean tries to hit on a girl dressed as a princess at the party and she asks if he’s dressed up as George Washington (the first U.S. President).

-

Sasha/Niccolo- they go for a Ratatouille Remi and Linguini couple costume (Sasha wanted to and Niccolo loved her too much to say no).

You'd think that Niccolo, the actual cook, would the the chef, but no. Sasha wanted to be the chef because then she’d “get to taste test all the food.” Sasha goes out and buys Niccolo a fake rat nose and ears. He wears white loafers, grey sweatpants, a grey long-sleeved shirt, and Sasha paints three little black whiskers on each cheek. Niccolo lets Sasha borrow a chef’s uniform and hat from his restaurant and has to take a few deep breaths because the uniform matches the one he wears while he works and he loves that. Lots of selfies.

-

Connie- Wearing a goblin mask of some sort

This man has two primary goals on Halloween. One: to consume as much candy as humanly possible. Two: to scare the absolute living crap out of as many people as possible. Connie grew up with a few siblings, so his parents probably couldn’t spend a lot of money on each of their Halloween costumes growing up. They were probably given twenty bucks, take to spirit Halloween, and told to have at it. He’s also a relatively simple, straightforward person in general, so I feel like he drops by the convenience store like the day before Halloween and picks out the best goblin mask he can find. Wears dark jeans and a black hoodie so he can wait in the bushes outside the party to catch people by surprise. Armin’s soul almost leaves his body when he falls victim to one of Connie's jump scares.

-

Historia- An angel

I know this isn’t the most creative costume for her, but there was really no other option. Plus Ymir insisted and takes a million pictures once Historia is all done getting ready. She wears fluffy Angel wings, a well-crafted gold headpiece from Etsy to be the halo, and a sleeveless, pure white, almost floor-length dress with gold rings on the shoulders. Her makeup is soft and she seems to glow, even in the darkened lighting. She looks like she was sent from heaven. (Reiner stares so hard and Ymir keeps shoving him away).

-

Ymir- A basketball uniform

Now keep in mind, Ymir doesn’t actually play basketball (although I do feel like she’d be involved in a sports team of some kind). Her top is sleeveless and has a big 00 on the front and back. Ymir probably got it at the Walmart or some convenience store like Connie. Not the type to put too much effort into a Halloween costume unless she gets to do really gory makeup and scare people (which Historia does not allow her to).

-

Marco- A Hogwarts student

He and Armin are such nerds I love it. It’s probably a Hufflepuff robe, he wears the tie and everything. He carries around a wand he got off of some authentic seller. It’s real wood, he and Armin fanboy at the attention to detail since both of them have read the books.

-

The professors aren’t supposed to attend student-organized parties or gatherings, but everyone is fairly certain they saw a displeased-looking Levi chasing Hange wearing an inflatable dinosaur costume in the distance.

Thank you for reading!

#attack on titan #aot #armin aot #armin arlert #eren jeager #headcanon #eren jaeger #eren yeager #jean kirschtein #jean aot #mikasa aot #mikasa ackerman #commander hange #hange zoe #hanji zoe #shingeki no kyojin #snk #levi aot #levi ackerman #connie springer #sasha braus #marco bott #headcannons #modern au #college #college au #aot funny #halloween headcannons #spooky season #shingeki no kyokin

[pandoraimperatrix]

WANDERING WORLDS

DickKory | Core Four Centric | Cannon Divergence | Longfic

Summary:

Dick Grayson is dead. His life taken by his own brother. The Abel to Jason’s Cain. Consumed by grief, Rachel gives in to despair, losing control, a portal opens, but from it no destroyer of words come through. Instead a man who looks just like him, how can he be?

---------------

*90's infomencial voice* Tired of Dick Grayson getting no character growth every season? Can stand the lack of development? The fact that we barely got any DickKory content since season one? I have just what you need! *normal voice* Okay, so in this fic Dick died, and Rachel pulled an alternative version of him from a dying universe, a version of him that will not take his family, Kory and his life for granted, he's not perfect, but he's doing his best.

————————————–

Chapter Fourteen – What stars do best

Much like when she was just back from Okaara, Kory felt like she was sleep walking. After five years living as a soldier, to be back at the palace, being waited around and having to get used with hierarchy that had nothing to do with her accomplishments. Being smothered in faux respect that she was just born into having instead of proving herself to earn felt empty. Most of her days back then, felt wrong, like a dream scenario in which she was just about to wake, but never did. It was no wonder that when the opportunity arrived, she jumped into a Spaceship and set route to far away from the Vega System.

It has been so long since she even remembered the sensation of fragile reality. Tamaran and Earth never seemed so closer.

The shiver that spread through her body when his deep sigh sent a wave of warm air against her neck didn’t exactly help.

“I always hated this things, did….”

Her hand changed it’s grip around the flute of champagne, trying to not break it, but also afraid it could sleep through her satin covered fingers and fall, making a scene.

“I don’t know,” she said with a soft hum, guessing the question before he could even finish “he never told me much about this part of his life.”

Never told her anything at all, she added bitterly. And she was never the detective in that relationship. Not she didn’t have tried her best. At some point she became to hide things too, secrecy rubbing on her like poison.

“I see that this world’s Bruce is also always late, ‘like a proper bride’ Alfred used to say,” he continued to mumble, mostly to himself. Kory bit her lips when he faked a british accent in his impersonation.

“I wish I had met him.”

“Al?” he looked at her then, but was he seeing her? Or it would always be someone else? “He’d like you.”

“You think?”

“Oh yes, I bet he would call you your highness and everything.”

Kory faked a dramatic groan.

“About that… Please tell me that the parties in your castle in Tamaran are better than this nonsense.”

It meant to be good-natured banter she knew, even genuine curiosity, but the déjà-vu was so powerful that she felt the wind being stolen from her lungs. Kory shaky hands wobbled the flute to her lips, but thankfully before she had to say anything or spilled the drink on her dress, the hosts were introduced and the attention moved to Bruce. He kissed Selina’s cheek and approached the pulpit in the centre of the small stage.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. When I was in my early thirties I was lost. I was older than my father ever had the chance to become and I had nothing to show as prove that I deserved to survive that horrible night. And then, a miracle happened in the form of a little boy” Kory felt him shift beside her, she turned her eyes away from Bruce to Dick. His jaw was tense, but his eyes were dry.   

“Suddenly, I had a reason to live other than myself. I had under my care someone as broken as I once was, and a chance to prove to him and to my own heart, that life goes on, and that, although, the sadness over the loss of those we love and miss never really goes away, it can turn into a powerful force for good, it can become hope.”

Kory saw him suck a breath in and search for her hand, that she promptly took. Dick’s eyes met hers then, she tried to smile and he rose the corner of his lip on the side of the scar. Hope, Bruce said. Could it really become that?

“And now, I hope that the Richard Grayson-Wayne Community Center will help boys and girls in Metropolis and prove to them that every broken wing, with care, patience and love can heal, and together, we will soar to better skies,” Bruce rose his cup forward. “To my son, Dick. Thank you.”

They had to let go of each other to join the clapping that ensued.

“And now, that you have me on record saying all that emotional stuff, no doubt Miss Lane will write it’s only a strategy to manipulate money out of your pockets” the audience laughed politely, “enjoy the party!”

“Are you alright?” Kory whispered.

“I’m fine.”

“Are you, though?”

“I’ll be if you dance with me.”

The nerve of his of looking so pale and yet throwing her that line.

“Bruce will want to talk to you,” she warned him, but the smile on her lips was too hard to fight.

Dick pulled the half-empty flute of champagne from her hand and placed it on the empty plate of a passing footman.

“He made me wait until now, he can wait until the end of a song.”

Something inside Kory still screamed that she shouldn’t. X’hal, what she was even doing? Pretending with this man? But what else could she even do? Where would she even go? She had ran away to not have to be told what to do ever again, and now that she had her so called freedom, all she wanted was someone to tell her the path she should take.

Instead, Kory slid her arms around his neck, and let him sway her away with the music.

“It’s been a while since I did anything like this,” he said against her ear,” I apologise in advance if I step on your toes.”

She smiled but couldn’t think of anything witty to retort, just humming softly to disguise a moan when his hands closed around her waist, firmly, but gently leading them both across the ballroom. He smelled like something flowery, which was surprising, men of Earth usually chose forestry scents, she took a deep breath of it and laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

It did feel like a dream, the way his heart beat against hers, steady and real, how comfortably his shoulder pillowed her head, how perfectly her body fit in his arms, how safe she felt there, how easy was to just let go. Maybe… Maybe this dream could last. Maybe she was tired of denying herself the little piece of heaven that was close enough to grasp.

“You never told me she glowed,” Selina’s voice sounded so far away, it was had to open her eyes and acknowledge that the song was over.

With a sigh, Kory untangled herself from Dick, and smiled to the elder woman.

“You’re too sweet.”

Dick, who still had one of his hands on her waist, held her a little closer, pulling her attention back to him.

“No,” he had his eyebrows up in amazement, “she means literally, Koriand’r, you’re glowing, look,” he pointed to the decorative mirrors on the wall.

Shock and happiness filled Kory’s body when she saw herself covered in golden glow, euphoria so great that she felt her body lighting up, and before she made a scene ascending to the ceiling, she turned back to Dick, throwing her arms around his shoulders and holding for dear life.

“What is happening? Is something wrong with you?”

There was so much concern in his voice, and all she wanted was laugh so loud people would hear her in San Francisco.

“Wrong? No, not anymore. Dick,” she said, her hands sliding from his shoulders to his face, “I can fly.”

His smile began slow, and then took his whole face, dimples and everything, reaching his eyes. It was the first time she had seen him show honest joy like that, it was like her own happiness was spilling and contaminating him, and if Bruce haven’t cleaned his throat, maybe, just maybe she would have kissed him. And maybe, just maybe, he would not reject her.

“Good evening, Miss Anders. I’d recommend you to tone down the glowing if you don’t want to be outed as an alien. The room is filled with reporters.”

Kory felt her face heat up.

“In honesty, I can’t control it,” she laughed “never been able to.”

Bruce rose one eyebrow at that, and Dick, pulled her wrist as if he wanted her to get behind him, his face was stiff again, his eyes locked to Bruce as if waiting an attack.

“Let’s get her out of prying eyes, then” said Selina, grabbing Kory’s hand away from Dick, “and let you boys talk.”

Dick’s eyes moved away from Bruce seeking hers with a questioning look.

Kory didn’t seem capable to stop smiling, she rose her free hand back to his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb.

“See you later, Grayson.”

“Koriand’r…” he tried to protest, but Selina intervened.

“Kitten, let her go, don’t you trust me?”

Dick’s eyes remained locked to hers until he seemed to find something in them that reassured him that she wouldn’t disappear in thin air. Sometimes it felt like he knew, somehow, that he could read her like a book, all her worries. As if her soul had been confining in him whether she intended to or not.

***

“So… things are going well between the two of you, I see.”

“Excuse-me?”

They had been walking through the gardens for a while, and then Selina stopped them both under a lighting post to disguise the dim glow that Kory was still emanating.

“I don’t mean to offend, you dear.”

“You didn’t, I was merely distracted,” she kept wanting to look behind towards the party, towards Dick.

“I was right, then?”

“No… It’s complicated.”

“Honey, complicated is my speciality.”

Kory smiled at her glowing hands, she wanted to test her powers, she needed to see how much she could yield. Of course she needed to charge, she needed the sun, and it was way past dusk, but if she could glow, and float, surely some of her fire was back too.

“It’s better than it was in the beginning, that I can say.”

“Better than the rendezvous in our tea room?” Selina asked in a coyly voice that contrasted with the shock that took Kory’s body.

“X’hal! How you know about that?!”

Selina giggled and held the hand Kory had taken to her mouth.

“No need to be ashamed, honey, I was young once too. The Manor security system is really thorough. Don’t worry, I deleted everything, not even Bruce knows.”

They stood in silence for a moment as Kory tried to expurgate the feelings of shame from her body. In Tamaran she would never have such reserves. Not about sex, at least, sleeping with someone you barely know ad that could very much be an enemy, maybe. She had been on Earth too long, she didn’t want to go native those regards.

“That was a mistake,” Kory finally said, taking a sip of her drink.

“Was it?” Selina hummed. “I used to say that to myself a lot too, but soon enough I found myself on my back or knees on some hard concrete rooftop making more mistakes.”

They exchanged a look and laughed. That eased Kory a little. Selina was different from the other Earthen women she had met. She had an air of freedom that Kory envied. Maybe because she was older and lived past the bullshit morality pushed towards Earthen women, or maybe it was just her personality. It seemed that she could make anyone do her biding and no one could tell her what to do. Couldn’t be easier to be like that and love a control freak like Bruce Wayne.

“How you do it?”

“How I do what?”

“How can you be with him when you know that in another world he killed you? How can you trust him?”

Selina laughed loudly at that.

“Honey, I’ve forgiven him for worse, and he forgiven me. And I’m pretty sure, that, in most parallel realities I’m the one murdering him. God knows the thought crosses my mind at least once a day.”

Kory smiled and shook her head.

“How long have you two been in love?”

Selina seemed to really think about it, playing absently to the string of pearls around her neck.

“Oh… I don’t know.  Sometimes it feels it’s something older than both of us, starting from other lives.”

Kory really didn’t expect that answer or the honesty in which was said.

“That sounds romantic.”

“I know! You can’t barely tell that I spent my nine lives being a cynic bitch. Old age does that to you. With some luck, you will find out.”

“Lets drink to that,” said Kory rising her glass.

“To being old and mellow,” said Selina raising hers too.

“Cheers!”

-------------------

I’ve been asked before to write about Selina and Kory interacting, and I finally managed to do it! But the next chapter is the last one with the Waynes, after that, Dick and Kory go back home to their family.

Please leave a comment if you are reading this story, anything counts as encouragement to keep me going through the hiatus between seasons

#DickKory #Dick Grayson #Koriand'r #Nightwing #Starfire #Kory Anders #Richard Grayson #WW #Wandering Worlds #my fic #Titans LA #DCU Titans #Titans Live Action #HBO Titans

[castle-dominion]

7x2 montreal

ugh MORE plot heavy stuff? Oops I forgot to tag the last post with plot heavy.

the montreal episode or the toy store episode liveblog

Ooh gonna be a dead body obv

Yay he DID bring back derrick storm!

his face is so "ugh"

RC: I CAME here to talk about your books!

*calls her by her first name*

that is a LOT of money!

The masculine boring little handshake of welcoming back castle but still nice welcome.

RC: No, to find a needle in a haystack do we not first need a haystack?

KB: Yeah, but not a haystack full of nutjobs.

why would u wrap it in plastic wrap?

Love the hot cold esparish, lanie & javi are together again for now jksdfhkjsdfksl

RC: *jokingly complaining* Disappear for two months.

Samantha Williger: I had that sick feeling when he didn’t come home. I – you hope.

RC: ...

He made toys for a living, he was a decent man, but how much profit was he making? a ton or enough to live comfortably.

Beckett is wearing light stuff, Esposito is wearing a dress shirt & crap, nice grey, I love it, looks good on him, & ryan is wearing a nice suit. too nice. why must he always look so perfect? let your tie go sometimes man.

Soldier: Sun tzu said that!

VG: Mr. Castle!

Me: she sounds mad but is probably going to welcome him back with a huge hug

VG: >:(

RC: Did you hear that? Ringing off the hook?

He grabs GATES’ face and kisses her. In her shock he grabs the stack of papers.

Me: !?!?!?!?!

Pretty place tho, look at those raggedy anne stuff

RC: TOYS!

Such an awesome kid man.

The hardest evidence to find is that is not there.

Leaving early? affair?

*piano*

love how castle is just playing in the back. Ryan & castle are the same person

Esposito mad at ryan for mentioning castle.

(could clip)

Castle in s1 used to be so smart, figured out important stuff abt beckett's backstory... now he's just insane.

Ew poor alexis.

They’re interrupted by ESPOSITO’S phone ringing. Except instead of a normal ringtone, it’s LANIE’S voice repeating “hey sexy” over and over. BECKETT gives him an amused look & he laughs in embarrassment as he answers the phone.

girl you call him for WORK!!! (unless HE did it in which case: dumbass)

I love the way ryan leans over to look yk what? I might clip

(ryan SO looks like he's going to tease esposito as they're walking away.)

was that paisosa (passion) or preciosa (precious)?

also I always love lanie's glittery phone case. (she DEF called HIM specifically to embarrass him)

The door buzzes.

MR: Ah ha! That will be my date.

RC: Ooh, you have a date?

MR: Uh huh. Robert. We met at the grief counseling group when you were presumed … (she gestures to him)

RC: You – you picked up a man at grief counseling?

MR: Yes. Now I will thank you to go into the other room.

RC: Why?

MR: Because at the moment, our relationship is based on mutual loss and if he finds out that you have returned and are alive it would just – it will ruin everything.

RC: Mother, you realize I was on television this morning.

MR: Luckily Robert is a cultured man, he does not watch television. They only newspaper he reads is The Wall Street Journal, which thankfully, did not carry news of your return. So, go. Go. Go, go.

She shoos him away as the door buzzes again. He goes, reluctantly.

Sus phone call on his personal cell not the landline or precinct phone

does or doesn't seem like his style? couldn't hear & was typing during the captions so I didn't see.

Looks a bit like fenkins...

Love "walk with me"

That makes sense for the dinghy

clipping this scene here love love love (will comment too I hope bc I ain't commenting now)

Aliens?

kdjsflajksdfhkljasdhj

Poor doggo

Castle *tries knob*

She gon be dead

Oh blood. Ofc she dead.

Looks odd tho

LMAO SHE ALIVE DHFLDSKJLKSDJF I LOVE HER LOVE HER HFHFHJKJHKJHJDDFSFSKHJ

Joe MAMA

Me: trans

Alexis already smart geolocating stuff <3 no wonder she hires herself at rick's office.

Alexis walking in mad

yay interracial couples

Yay they get $250k just for being on honeymoon & watching TV.

Nice little treasure chest...

Yeah don't go alone.

"I'll go with you!" Love these two

RC: It’s Canada. How risky could it be?

NF, SK, & me: *canadian born*

RC: And need I remind you, I’m a grown man. I don’t need to ask your permission. That being said, please, please, please can I (c-can i go)?

Rick being insane.

The keys were never used tho? why would wally/joe stay here? Oh wait it's makeup place.

OH WAIT IT'S A DOG IT'S DOG PLACE

retired k9 dog?

Esposito sounded so happy to spend some quality time with the dog.

*all french accented*

GEORGE do you remember dgeorge & gjeorge from murdoch? ye

he looks are castle all sus like.

Which way does it go?

you could have said "No" & saved face, asked him to try doing both keys for you.

was castle....???? doing that to prank his daughter?

Spiders!

(or not spiders lol)

Love alexis' nails

she's so tall & sexy & beside her ryan is just there

Beckett driving ryan out there love it, I want more ryckett moments & more castito/espostle moments esp this season bc esposito is constantly distrustful of castle this season.

*flips the picture over a bunch*

"that thing" *boss looks at him angrily* KR: "uh, what thing ':)"

Back at the precinct but where is esposito still off to?

KR: Aside from our country outsourcing all its manufacturing needs to Asia, everything seems to be in order.

Oh THERE he is! & he has the doggo!!!

*everyone watching him*

Ryckett watching with big smiles

(why his pants so shiny?)

*ryan asks the dog to follow him to look at street cam footage*

the three most important people in my life, the three women I love most.

Nice jacket btw

Doggo <3 (I'm not even a dog person)

Where is he at?

Always <3

The way he sayd "kate what did I do" is just SOOOOOO GOOD

don't look for it don't find it don't don't he doesn't want you to find out. When did he record it tho? when?

I wish this detective was one of the regular background artists but idk if I recognize him. pls pls pls let me see my background lovelies.

Doggo runnin'! (a nun in a previous life XD)

Drugs? Drugs. What's this drug detective doing on homicide?

LT *petting the dog*

RC: I think I have a crazy theory for you.

Cut to JE: Well that’s the craziest theory I’ve ever heard.

I like how the picture is NOT very good, it is digitally enhanced & looks like my photos in pixlr when idk what I'm doing

Lol love the music & animation

Ellis has other work to do y'all!

Scrabbling, that's what scrabbling is. Dog run running dog fast fast! Ryan!

Esposito *knifes open the box*

Dog *is quiet*

JE *cuts open the doll easily!??? I work with fabric. nah. Well maybe, depending on how good his knife is*

*& that's a pretty nice knife, definitely the kind esposito would have*

Nooo dog! *flintstones running sound*

JE's voice is so deep sometimes

Castle don't GO there!

*searches B*

Beckett (no first name), bed bath & beyond, bedford falls (all caps), ingred behrens, liberty bell, bella, See? we don't know half these people yet they are in Castle's phone! He knows more ppl than are shown onscreen! (he doesn't have her desk phone in her contact?)

Oh no not the wife!

who is "they"?

she said cordinated not cowordinated...

"I brought you detectives up here, I figured you would no longer need me..."

Ryan *flips around the paper again*

*throws him across the piano keys* priceless.

Tory <3

Montreal AGAIN? Do you at least have your daughter w u?

oh NOT the end of the ep!

THE ROOM HE MADE THE VIDEO

Take his word Castle. Take his word. Go home, live your life, know that it was ok.

oooOOOOOHHOHOHHHH that MUSIC!!!!

RC: I know you’re involved. I know wh.. you know what happened to me. Who are you?

Don't ask "or what" with a gun pointed at you

Who is "we"?

I've heard of hollander's woods in fanfic.

ANOTHER REASON HE BECAME AN AUTHOR?

YEAH CASTLE YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN BECK WITH YOU

Martha is right. Don't open the box. You have the closure of knowing SOMETHING happened & you CHOSE to forget.

but then like an alcoholic, beckett opened back up to her mom's murder.

KB: Oh, Castle. (she pulls away so she can see him) This is completely different. Whatever happened to you, you already knew the truth and you decided you didn’t want to remember it anymore. And as much as we wanted to know the answers, if you decided that then there had to have been a reason.

She's so right.

I was THINKING a month. that sounds about right. Are they going to plan it again tho?

Yay spontaneous marriage!

Or not

SHEA BREAKING UP W HIM oh no thank goodness

You can see castle isn't planning on forgetting this tho

WOohoo I love having some time before school starts for real! tho I should print off my practicum agreement thing. but there's CAASTLLE TO WATCH

#the montreal episode #the toy store episode #castle 7x2 #castle 7x2 spoilers #castle 7x2 quote #plot heavy

[libidomechanica]

A whistle gather winds cold her want

A ballad sequence

               1

When the debris of the fair? What     nipt my softly o’er than a herald to dream it an hour     then was transform appear.

A whistle gather winds cold her     want. Moved, Listening; long for thought. With rattlin’ sang, then a story:     if ten time. Like a

baby magic Shadows about,     I loser the skirt and in the western she hate’ she will     silver blood! Is more breed.

               2

’ Express, excuse of us—Pish!     No small; or Paradise, the seek, but mouth go up the mother     fleur-de-lis; because

take her, beware the mild! Hard hand     overbear to carrier lives in each the foolish’d ivorie,     to leave much our heart

is its forget till Gazing o’er-     spread, forgot, nor because that’s absent a girl who love;—or     a seas his firm thou art

not fly from a stately partaken     of our mindes drives; wee Pope but the fail it is Lies;     they beautie virtue but for

which express, issued in our mankind,     but this life’s dear lady of poesy! The boat and she     heart is thine together

till I could you float heart with nimble,     quickly ghosts, i, that all these kisses blacken’d slow ye     movie without the shop’s

ingress humbled on the blade glance,     weep my dressed was not,—this deep enough, to the tyrannic     power, and we say. As

on his ample cotter, running;     my life is come in her missive something game when as green,     be gladly dear store thy

love like Water a perfect weake     me for me! Yet so share, like rocks, and high! In martyrdom,     to wrang night, the two

brotherwise for her breast. A bow-shot     in a carpet as I gained plays that plays: hither grief, of     gallop flitting eyes read.

Blue eyes and to hold or troth,     invalid, sick lands untwining pageant to be the sea who     watching just stepped my lord,

whence space; though the large my day, until     the staues did in some ridge of men’s eye it goes. And at     large: how Sultán with ribs

of death: but did reared: heavier,     one thine own despots; and That made the steps; and skill, to sing     is day I whisper endless

faintly on all bowed the fields     and like more going the shall not with old Khayyám, and wits     impostor can yet the would

be the unripe could have been the     dear lady of Shalott. Whilst we love youngest this tale of     thine is brothers in rhyme;

but pilgrims made! Was important     poison for Morning of his crest and ravish’d mar my House     for none look’dst the dark valleys,

she sat, and her with fear then     can thou will be the beautie virtue is shape, her seemed single;—     when I cries of the

policy in a king, is gone, or     will no more dull drop of woman, or bright? Weep and th’     amorous ears sing lay,

that ensign shape, nor life’s deeds do     not speak out. Lifting gentle Eulalie’s Spring, feel their     death. The soldier, heaven.

               3

The gemmy breaths I was it up!     Is by the soluble stand? But of the misbelieving     morning. Play after shining no restore as once, I was     the need to drinking; long as the sat at thy sent mine, I     yet hair, and freeze kiss you

floated peanuts, singing sorrows     given his laid by the Northern morning me a man     infinite can wealth an is green-sheaven we meadows force, who     subtle wind. Woke—and with me enfauld, and counter’s haunch draws     delight, the last go, and

moving wax dim; and and remembered     up in a disease, while thus, yet in dissolved soldier     put on air be mud and accept the Day of bees only     am become both borrow passing mind, when the cries and     let it but this is life,

drives did comfort of wings I travell’d     league of a long a forever; poor decades, when your     head, and from the sea; o Rivulet, one little waves all     our books were the time, your only bore in the mighty silken     poetry, she the

act abiding acrossing arms     round she no work to enlarged deride to wag the night clasps     they, with the sun, her feet. Who which the bed too late August     your name is why that chary as the Deserts outward who     see the old Khayyám and bee’s

songs have plain, me of feeling, blow:     and then I a hen the lass marble sacred hand does as     it unfolds any past body overborne in one after     Siberia’s shield—shocked for honour, if thy gay smiles, numb     nubkins, than thy Despair!

               4

The long-lost in these, when the sea.     Why, conquest and said—Why ne’er forehead of lightlessly brough     is all the was I sober-

suited hooves to overhead     o’er than resty she gilded mountains, transistor to     charioteers in tourneys heart.

               5

And bearded curled the can yet short ?     I will at dusk? I fence: i like a wild Recesses gave     leisure ungainly for

sight once lass their singing in conceal’d     the monarch only thou praise rehearse, and the deeds divine     she was cheerless that

burning laters on the Moon arose,     his very Hyacinth the effort my babe, washed in     keeper the way the vines

sweet, the rolled among to her     unexpression find rough I die, like blossom winke; for ours, out     of care frequent, of yestern

those shalt lie frae ’boon thee, lest     from hidden light of a burnt in Men’s public faults i’d     not. Can prudence the red

right I cannot sting way. And there     itself. Horse fair laws, come to the beauty of an earth, doth     reason for Venus’ dove.

               6

Shrunk the was sent of both dispute?     On all in profit they came. Love is bring heart come to her     land like and his like it

in me:—the blossoms scented Sword.     On the more; but because youngest heart full of thy brow he     slays Himself dost pastures,

thinke not, she little hour slumber,     heaven! Listening in to those,—mother that a giant, Arac,     roll. Sprang night, starry;

for lack of fervent from the bud     of glory of their sleep. Play herself a little she giddy     Heaven wealth many

men many-tinkling is come! She     lifting cold lips in trouble in divine, you who with cheek     all good-bye.-Morrow where

I lickit my thou gave us     like a human but the sun begin less saddle-leather,     a goodly and so with

Azra, where is brough thou can yet     recover who have knowest thou art; nay, you scorn, and Stella     must no more the

prettily, and act abide, singing     chain, with his way, howling clear broughout defend me, i’ll tree,     while evening, therein her

window into a chiefest there,     seize of this more of the braw lass made a halter was the     one drown till to my slight,

and soldier? Near him from sweet Water     fire. Thee, my soul was lights chased with endite, and thus, she     hawthorn-hedges it is

of bright? Beneath is wet Clay: and     in our camp, a charming memory of thing the green. That     did throats the ruin an

apply, shall not. In such pretext     her wouldn’t beauty’s edges drawn for lovely Heav’n, at thou nor     the grim Swiss dead, and swoops

the room. How the valleys, ye sat,     and woke desire after a sepulchre, and knocked, piping     lip, to tell, I often

the worms the cramped it to inspire     to mine own identity; that I heartbroke heretofore:     the terrible cricket

blared as in the saw ane another     that well each have cut flew her zone, to do, but taken,     when fall. I’m fill they’re gate,

Astonishment by this, ’ he can     fame; and their presents flower singing men my three. ’Mang hear;     and, having, height and the

who loue to such a Song, all slumbers     marble. But wished thro’ the Idolater, according     all the shepherds piped the

Elysium. And soldier were     the temples, for than unswept silent night, tis but kept ye     not love you’re the look down

hand, eithers nothing, and Soul. Drink;     and head a folded monument, Adam, from blazoned     dream remain until the

read heart come. When a lake when though     all those despair, that swallow lang na my vision flies place     of golden Gaeta:—Shot.

               7

The forbear, where of fools admire.     And many-tinkling we torn many, and sports refuse. To     charms, the bed to the hunger of they music, the worlds so     remor breast, and with folds

any man in the loom she said,     Stubborn, but did I made, when I despair! Oh, Those fair. A     second fair to caves, when I cried Then they loves are me whirls,     and flower. So darker

was of liberationed the     grow. Lesson trumpets sore subtle Alchemy—Witch, invalid,     sing. Whose who lifting talk like follies plain sae bush-bearded     curls at once my feet

quell, I storms the lightly to their     death. Men cry, awake, masked aside, how the sea of music;     meseems I see two life, sans Song. Thus polish’d hook and I     felt delight of the strong,

and rest sea and marble. We wended;     I have living into the these day, the hopes as he     read. As here Simmer ever hand, right, which halcyon     sensual fault; I curse with

me? I do departed, fifty     on her lived in Profusion. Rose let her side: the pretty     maiden, when I do not him, you drinking hymn this bowl of     her shame, skimming in the

more death! When sae bushy, O, I     set him smiles the bed ball where’er beautie and sweet-scent on early,     right talk on and soever: yet, as they go against men     beyond conceits, but, wretched

Paris watching sware did then     we unripe gratitude, and lates of peace bribed chance, and     by him? Like a little joy to the tunes, you shoulders moiled     squadrons helmet ane

an’ kisse, vnseen! Filling in its serene     creation sea. Of the silence to me: for my     embattle, hurried hence and nudgers, half in keep you hast garden     when I took of the

hot rank into his Death thee my     muse expressing to here, flies did praction. Of the strike your     claims as rods of purpose, thou had remain the would stream and     those from thy mother sides.

               8

The runaware. Along blended     down from bred by day and speed and the English eyes, hath been     the words but then I’m laid

by sides thou nor utterly from     the buzzing out. More tear; why were would the Slave o’t; robert     Burns: pale, with has a

pass unseene, vnheard a Voice might and     found the embrace and the strong sit, in bed to moved ever     along forth to speaking,

it was as goblin Honour, and     should force oft the Slave is but afternoon light painted peace,     and all that I behold,

love as old king. The shall conscious     am I, as Wine! To pierce of flowers. Since, as rainbow     flapping of the makes high,

to dross where, and gentleness and     their glitter this face, with pale and I saw the Sea of her     the first to be lean—ah,

leap’d o’er Siberia’s she had our     ear. That I hast down wi’ the lass majestic pace; or, can     be sweare Life to the horseman,

fill on forgot: since that song     anvil box out one whose the dearest I want time that spake     my flowed skill vines want dug

up holy, she might within that     light in its petal in the spring dance is court its rolled     Miriam and guessed me;

and monuments; let it on earthly     the languisht spring! Ah, my despair upon the river     dead. ’Er a time, I

knew him: only and me, that it     all its memory of Shalott. In fields to come to speaking,     she world turn, with children

foreboding those circlets sicke,     Wise the world make mountains, o love with Predestiny with     vices, stationer and

with faintly last, the more our     compassing souls entire, where I should by taking the miles     the Stars are swear, when

shall soon was fresh designed she no     more the day tarnished the dead: o cod shall bow along,     speak woman to the

here is the senses in the slays     and silver found high, my Clay: and we shouldst have you falls, and     and thy though for a Song.

               9

The her rosy as midsummer,     and how they came; last, honeysuckle. But this, ’ he clay     Population and against

times thing of ashes. Who, cowards     young: the lovely Lip on willing ill. And they sneer at the     isle, worth and time sprang merry

it in some one sovered     from the sweet, in your name, till I stood from Beauty, must be     nameless and me, and the

wormes so goodness the Iliad     to thousand Years. And by octobering near and quiet-     colour, layer is,

and me, I yet she new need not,—     this flowers in the weeping. My cunning; I a’ the Trees     and sword, and Paris watches;

squirm newly as that idiot     legend cry’d in Heav’n, that flesh his visage and streams around;     where now, wash out the

lassie, while we once that have storm     of games.—An’ O for all her rolled we! Can we unrestrange     his hard, all bloodletting

cauld, and fill me, my love the quickly     make here! Yellow-leave the solitary side them to     be, she doth no observile

route. Upturns for buskin     skeleton, living sent the gold and daybreak the sea in     the batter. Of Audit,

like our claes, of teare, would God had     stray impatience, Towne better your sute does another the     white hand, young cauld’s garments

where no other day see both travell’d     league, one in stealing Apennine, and the fastner of     each, spirit restless to

me thy whole centuries to night     honeymoon. Alike a June betroth, invade, and with Fate     age of herself be dazzling

in trouble you speak for Morning     my Highland give me a twists were but you loyal works     out often time, while them?

               10

Them shot back at me is slide down     to three to speak not, see the bed fat poison from those song     forth struck a hunder Greece, with it? And more that bring race and     let us lie frae my

life-days long with my embalming,     came: king, I am dead from head, filling soundles in some     make the dorm. This badge, and over than a Miss America     Contest breath catapults,

and that sits upon yourselves     meet to knowest breast and the lift, thou Nymph reservile     round of a demon, long blossom at on death! Sweet-scented     loud, flaying spruce, its pacifier.

Part sat our mine. Her cause     to a tansy letter bloom’d grinning to heavenly Father     smart, her free and Davies. That you needles on the fief,     in the change way, to sing.

               11

He bid me thy placed, the world out,     above us, which that sweet, or breach’d they need the musk from     realm beyond conceal’d they

evening, nor busks his hands: before     Life to anticipate that didn’t beautie can recall my babe     from heaven forests, when

the humming in heavily there     is bed I may delight who Man of my Dearie! Astonishment,     and a virtue is

crest seats: part sat dost pulse fairer     chambers from unburied Ashes too were made fruitful shoreward     lights more sound like bear,

a day is dame, o wrang night outrun     me. Is delight on a glass maintains of our bones of     her till for if he know’st

not griefs wilt the word and in trouble     star-flowers sent body and Loue, ioue on me, ’ cried. A     day a-kindly swaddling

in me together which no less     always that love me enough. The poetry, she divides     to work’s exchequer-bounding—

I saw ane another, from     sprang nights summer lot. Am grow: arise above, when I     speak in the glad monogrammed

watching he hanging not you     perhaps forgot: And he place, beautiful you to trust like     that threw, and his merry-

make; and love shut again, alike,     or rating he domest sow’d me has Pudica thine to     her eyes walk’d by side me ….

               12

Her hair was! Thought better than forgot?     Welfare, forget till a rose treasure the drew what what     if being with borrow I make you who do overthrown     on man, came on me, O hearts, she caught draw to steaming in     the middle o’ day. But

prudence the hurls her placed, thou were     and daring but there the knurlin’, till wring and lassie, O.     To leaden eye follies died, each will no more that, without     a dragged hand of Themselves measure, of deep still they quiet     after Silence in Wonder

what in Silence from some such     brights, as who chucks from men what I be done! Gentle blade her     be my flitting Nooooo at the great sunflower up all we     too high and Noes, but winter and looks behind a Jael, when     yet decrees of heaven

dissembling since that does to rehears     to-day prophets forgot and scarriage-bed. Now not to     kiss of love is a vanquished by your eyes, weary, the Bird     of liberation? Dead is half in sense of anythings,     that made they bend in sight

my fathere I will. One else he     may drink and seem most sow’d heart of thyself, who forbear their     doors of our countenance like a fold false dark lands felt thousand     Years. And a moment all unbe that will not enough     infinite back my worth, if

thought, knight oft murmur, and sound not     the Universe, the cause their stupefying smiles no sleep with     issue forget you dost gives him to when love, betroth God     of fires. And breathing—I forget more plenteously—we were     harm the Norther gums thine;

then let out of pleasure torrents,     will day, the Soul, devising larks, one breast with may pay the     first lovely books enter a tinkle household, by the subtle     wretched Elenor walk’d by then stormed, a fold fire, to     double star, that Face when

December if silent nights and     dame, her leaves. ’ For the charme the sky which for in the greeny     flower in the afternoon— the joy but before, flies bout     thou shall the Stars. Indeed they traduction. I love the might’st     him so happy hours; the

boat was once, know the Lady of     our eyes are eerie; and thy hills, that was this sixpence, and     breast. And with old one by one but hard a Wild Flower mansion     will sick of with a rattling understands from kiss’d     herself: you news from hidden

valleys, she cast, take, marks to     outlive the woman? The stones sweet to sweetestable she     king; long morn the way while eagle’s lately morn thou shall nigh     skimmingbird! Long from Arac: all these valves, and seed, you know,     thou kisses, whoever

dreams of out on to see thou Nymph     reserve thinking; shake lilies to night, the yesterday’s     worthier pen, yet record of Light. To tear, and that marriage;     scarce be with the solitary paradise, until the     pink mallow sky which candle

in that all bounds shaft, and leaves;     I said: Wait up! The bed to me; Blythe air be must: punctures     always for loved. I am duped. In the teeth. The rather,     his blushing each to kill, from these fool, you from the deathless,     ye mean. And weed her endless

majesty race. When we foughts     the curtain, knights, friends to Spain come when as weary. When spring     the mother give me a poet call, and embeds and     a tent to make it near and become the Earth it eternal     years it to greedy

garlic in the eldest the garded     many a masquer, and have felt, where is they blessed, the     travel tired yearly! Alluring king They cross knife, you     could woman, and shafts so shake? Clash in the going but—Wine.     Re-cements, and horse, in

silly born knelt, among the gods,     those breathed dusty bracelet me down the beames, the will e’en,     snare my kimmer, shall dancer gave through the sun’s way, and take     the Lady or fear, and draws think two perfumèd garment of     score: he same heat deep indeed

speak, or stepped in, surveys the     New York, lying in her, competence calls at these mountains,     come why hair, and yet she ran the drew on, nor storms to lick     a human Death’s affections of culture: who louer? Presences     was never learned

the heart, for mines! As the pyre     of my heart dotes less warlike they beats of the nor even     the Couch my brace against time hallan, but the sea which     will stir or light beauty, music without dream and the hung     with a flake off you’re lantern

isle, who like a batter’d     Caravanserai whose strangled with dewy shoulder plants, die     mischance just descending birds done in that just in true, and     every king Some scent to prompture love me will; for me, i’ll     trouble stalking that flower

would runs by Springs me near     me, my sire, but Fate with crashing her eyes on this sword     their soun’. To gather thickset free, and love I’d not in     where but things, with wailing them shot in that the spheres of old     fell all not. While in juice,

your ear. She learned that art     willower decades, and such a thou this, and flower the Rose     approach, spirit and dancer gate, and letters. A straitly     curbs. Valleys, so naked and broider they, with dewy shone     an’ twenty, Tam. The Rest.

               13

Came the went, a day, and many     sea-scent a miles the smil’d, and the horseman, men I was     thyself upon the fled,

he waters bright down to Paris     watching limbs we’ll get, there to see, to yields to the skill; or     else candle in the bed

to those ravish’d and what heart doth     now the spread with that molehills, and moulders three year’st they     jogg’d it round a smiles no

share the heard, in rhymers to this     is gone, a space and her kiss that water wide; because his     blown scarce and air is it

struck the flatter, and sic pleasant     valleys of progress give the bed by thee, mortal mire,     that art not shame alive

i’ the bonie last years, and regular     moves; our make you who stone had none an’ twenty, Tam; but     whiten, rusting, He shore

wildbeasts instead you too cold firm     under which Loue; o let the starting swans with nary eye.     A toy globe, the further

of pride her foot, and base. When the     sea, between yearning; the tomb in watch’d they are yon his sair,     to live without bronze valleys,

she princes, said: Wait up! Tear,     and, since Frank and of steel us as a sing: their glitter.     Vainly Make: for nectarel;

while Thou, Anthea, must of     Dark? In light oft murmur’d— Why ne’er forests, when my hand o’er     that Fate prest, our wonder

Dust all the but for his end out     in me do other against myself were give me them who     look—a thou roll’st about

it clings undo its of her which     as rare comforted: the tear fall; or on her above abreast,     that we, my feel the

made the sun, O the look at more     tell The water’s face; other’s face? There, while evening with me!     Home to lives clasp one love

me a tree by learn, and mar my     Highland with Earth are lay and the curse tree who forget this     world’s the Two-and-down with

a wild rose opening the act.     I kisses, of passed within the say, nor death! About his     their slights. Oh Shah, I said,

and one sell. To makes here those sees     that mad within the worse that wealth to feel the sun begin     joy was tried, and innocence,

and I take church and in high     her soul love at place and seemly rain, an’ twenty, Tam! Think     the yellow half so doth

my limbs the night life, and who promise     but shadowing of the charm that’s keen her breather’s keeping.     But the seen mine them!

               14

My woeful love in our maladies’     eyes. Truth float up up up up knocked the pain and breath? On     the widow …. Wherein, yet

I do to the Waste, one hallan!     His could inhabiters breath he root to me; with dead. You     knows—HE know its pedestiny

contented in horse fair     Elenor, be led the less shadow chequer do detest,     bury me like mountains

are the sun. My head for no one     after Sultán Máhmúd, then, will right not in the first, how     rich oft hae sweet in ours,

the lasse: but I come why Spring.     In Petrarchy which this Impertinent the sun thy delight:     and what as flesh was

once, I call. Beckoned as ear that     spates o’ lan’, a cloaks of conquestion which forest flower;     a care, and sport I spend

one by spend of feel the Water,     prayed to me, schwa in the scatters met with old God shall seeing     my Highland Mary!

               15

Towne smart, if the tends It is less     of blossom-fragrant should underneath of those lady of     the Muse doth distantly?

Fearing fleet, my dear thee. She veil;     a relic, and to stockade or troth, into thee, giving     mortal ears fill the death

thou hast night at the lay trodden     after none, to lag behind you have room even in     devotion, I confusion.

The stolen like Ida: she shrunk     shuddering else but defend my mouth with me, sweete tunes do     loved the water-side, and

Lip there cruel hand is glad and heaps     o’er a slave, like Water rising more done breathless is a     vanquished across knife, I

have had war is throw of the     Memory of their night! The moon wasteful Cyril’s life is     agony’s for a woman

with clamor’s heroines; the pale     yet many ill to towers Sappho’s flail, and wrinkled live     and the bids from weary

eyes fix’d; the burges and shafts, no rose,     his what Indian stream it came speak of silently to     you gone sounding—no sharp

I answer would not kept a blade     herald to truly pale and goodman shrink. Writ nor became     to sullen said: Trumpets,

buried blissful sigh forbids from     me, that that’s haunce, sans End! I am frae here, like a star-     flowers because my thou

Desire, what end the summer     fightingales did I saw the first to her love kill, to     scared blissful stay; the Sun,

round of us—Pish! But this garded     mates, and Line, wi’ hawthorn’s birth so striplings! Came to some     upon me, ’ cried As boys

brake on a hearts the scorn’d to my     soul. If those, I could be wielding delight soul would, could prize,     boasted stand death of the

Rosebud of every party is     it also a gallop flitting flame was frequent, elegant,     like a pinnacle

of think on the less. In honour,     lay above us was thy vision great god of Air Fruit.     But one who doth expands,

howls within your lives on the Roseland     on thence! My life-days shore, but thy perusal strong since     Frank its princess transmute.

               16

And dreams, and was a Veil pass’d sae     uncertain, with, recall. Had her robb’d me; my gude luck a     maid, my friend red, spite once

he coolness. A tower throught my     sweets you when on your more. Where I am that Satyr did;     nor the Lady of Shalott.

And lack of why should ask his     own jewel hung, an’ twenty, Tam. For absent from what them if     To-day, lordly and seem

to her enfold he easter fighting.     Between usury, where shall go and from that stood before     they say you saw a

fiend him no more, but aye she short     of his bed to me to the Hunter’s hands unwreathe night,     beholding music. The midmost

said, Alas, to proven     abortive reawake, made in your more in her bark obscene I’ve     done; she ran the kiss at

the bees sel’; nae bonie lass think to     charms, thing by their hails the shrinks with inward the mountains to     a sign! To join the middle

the provides it, sdeath. More, mourn     that’s boathead one say love me to me, till mused us could     this and Stellaes sel’; nae

snap conceits, as triumph at the     travel tired year to leaden Metal may be seemed borrow     I often time, wretch

without in the two you! And thy     sharp repulsing away,— nor ane an’ twenty, Tam! I will     quite desire but this

fair? Great suspire, would pour finger,     his praise that can fair?—The bonie lassie, dinna sae bushy,     O! Ropes of these valleys.

               17

Need na spied they say long home, rising     you seek no more base the site once, and o’er memorial:     I feel a noise of

all the soldier?—The served a thou     will bred it must thinking; shake has Italy’s a thine seeking     to diamonds, and Wild.

               18

From blooms each too darke abstined     a Key, that each warm firmly praise new. Boast abyss: what I     reaping was world the sleep.

               19

I murmur’d—“Why ne’er forth the well all observice.     Now not Helen, when her knows nothing peeps cowards ouerpassenger rolling to rivals     by can’t answers quite so now upon the Stars. That bear under-song for One, and you sit     holding soul love make me when, my hand, with the tide the lawful, could here this tyrant cast     myself more of our eyes, numb us

at the silent but adorning, and siding. I     lovely starting that the vapours to riddle to set a follies to proven ceased with     stead of glorified what ever mansions. Found, as not, from they cloudy even into     Clay: and as old groan ran thinking. And caught it, as unders flow’rs, and speak, and Art: I confute:     the sun’s birth the ivorie, her sense,

thus. And what shone weeping, and bray or stept, took the     river in think, with child—little! Drawn down the giddy Heav’n had no tears you saw a fiend     read there the sun,&I wanton Satyr did not thy sins a jouk behind then stomacher     breast breathing centranced itself gave us from me. Is blawing sea. Her e’en told the     heavy load to make a wild: farewell.

Robert Burns: pass with the field where Destiny to     thy balm derive, a garden …. Now they danced the gold leaves it is sounding vaults i’d not     enough same A day be moved the morn and love I’d nothing sorrow brooding the cheeks     likewise, forget you this soul give and follow groand! Ere to death he rocks: part; for that nipt     my fathery ripe could its petticoat;

to quench my boy I saw what spates the hollowed.     Horses. When shall of a granted snowdrop’s form the view and without the death eagerly     fear, then one dry: but your ear. Lest the first, but the sank it’s gloried like star-flowers the     reaper, runneth of snow they build somethings from the empty should cloak and sic a languish’d     hooves there, that I would take! Grain with men.

Myself laid down, thou haste of prince—we play, like and     he early, draws thee. Ah, take! The rode his ane an’ twenty, Tam; at king and Fancy, in     what in its Trees and wide the bar storm piles I’me glory of Saturn away. Had seemed to     that I have my ways! Be those whole, Entering halt and plunderground; and on his couldn’t beat     made they can’t have been telling a soul

of Medicine another: ah! Crawling lace, and     they make it and that sing; long with blank into you by her maids by him not see me rolled     her meet. Their painted Manuscript should pour thy bole, can tell you say, not like some vial;     tread’st with sluttish time we would not to shall her eyes. Why sacred lemon, be over tower     of Hell mix with each new Marriage?

               20

Turn the flying with sigh’d, ’mid air!     Is neighborhood, save you: when I spurre our hand air fingering     the bed with love engender that was drenched web she dwelt     alone in juice of woe? Lost, and light word of earth are     electric clouding lovers

daily at prevenge, I yet the     motion is gone who didst made unapt from the lang nightingale.—     The book, of flowing doom, or while the summer Moon arose,     that we bee such closer. Risked like Tinkerbell ambrosia-     like a rare still with

me—a changed for I took the world     with the worm in this is what way this sum, your first unregarden     with men. Live thing: and wrinkled lions I aim at.     A bow-shot its soul would not gaze enow. Ah, Love’s whispersever,     never palace

use; and mine eye follow’d; on burst     of ashes. We shall blood- shed not tongues of desire, dust     contents that Spring! Another smiles at them thy gold changing     at every from Arac’s work’s exchequer Loue, dear that     so faire wounder the

telegraph line of gods, but sick of     her, ’ said Cyril met ane another! Wealth and mirror, therefore     to see how rich, half, damns me from thy brow he is the     weaves, when I thing but—Wine. And state, cloth the fountained to     sheaven’s eternal year’s

quiver, friendship like bear my hammered     to foe came my while we to chickadees anotherwise     I may never folly. To take the name—her chain, and     snowy banquet of them indeed is not less and fear. Love     that He who hope-hour appear;

but the said: Wait up, and marble     and without a silent institute and Days, that its     petticoat—a woman nothing the starts better that not     love. In vain anothers, half-blind disastern shore, since young     prow, to the king locked at

the duck pond, or mother; she yields     of Nightingale thunderstand a bee the is all to my     word from thy celestial song a weary with wandering     far that shall bed, holly mighty Máhmúd, then one whole     centuries and me a love;

and highest her sway, and acquire.     And sunlight, O name to saint, an awful posterity?     For Is and there’er for you? Is a horse fairest of     the sun’s sigh’d, an’ merry note unto the was they     Made prove and stir or no?

               21

Been dreary: if not, O Heaven!     And as I gave flood There erst household us court its Lap     from New Morning unattended. Before at there for I     know the New York, lying all made through I came of the deathsome     scent our she captain,

will be no sister the further     of babes, and heavy load to clear windows white of Furthern     Lot of into those nameless can hours, the rode down till may     be myself, and Lucy Gray was to be rude. To be dear     repose. The sea;—what stuffed

in a Box whose cried; ah, curse that     have come to me? To the pray, and mournful of the Love and     know you alone date; but, wretch look nor piety now a     winds the goldenrod glory, and when I am the Water     said: Trumpets, but if,

my self-will’d there, lover, more, lord,     wash of being’s late behind: return sate, they draught other,     and to haue so nights the empty won me down into thee     no observing all the castle he restless wealth and guise,     and becomes back all that

all days be dry: but love, Love, and     gavest more forgive, a glorifying for ever against     the Cup: what such a maid, and another griefs will sound     the day see both love but she wretch, you shalt be—Nothing     sunflower of; you hast leap’d

o’er hearth display for a woman,     we found last work to recall. With sorry Scheme of me; for     it to her ’tween as Thou victim for what can one of our     eyes! In my disting after my Jeanie. That crack’d thee; thine,     or so have sees his round.

Ask not breathless, as well have give     back my clamouring to the kingly flower, those who subtle     talking-glassy mound, and Come’ he can find to obey,     even the heau’nly gift fools! To my way your best pay thee,     O heart. She flash the music,

when I shall not loose that morn,     to her beames more carue, retires, that the huge trees into     hide our head and save to death, even lookt on, and are of     fire; she womanhood, it must there, whose crimson clung a might     our country from want of

bitter. Swells with your wonder, I     abide, when the hour in Silence demurre can all thy sphere.     Who doth silence the very daylighters shows; I don’t meaning     down from my time enough you from the hung with me too     be met her sinless never

dies unsoiled breast, thus. Going     back a Fibre; which from east. Now Doubt—now far have room     for please of me: for this motives will bequeath is all becomes,     say, and mine, was them away my hand owns on the North     the hearts; no cripple world

mammoth been great king, why sae sweet     as wellfed with me? Slave o’t; robert Burns: pale, pale life,     lusteth steadily, till the furrows I beholden climb,     in the hearts upon her forgetful shore, but the music     which thy balmless made one

Dust, more the bound lassie, O. For     my fading the travellers of men and music of these     valleys; I saw in your gaudy May! Or so manage welcome     of Wood a furlong the walls, and there was move. In some     Wild Ass stamp me numbers

flower-time, I things in the sole     men atheists, if anywhere Jamshýd and castle he     yields of warm of It with oozed all whispered at his enough:     I laid in and that beat may be myself in knots far from     what suspires understand.

Thought her placed tears, the branchise     despise. My precontraction, what every kin a wand’ring     halter’d her arms o’ clavers: and his Daught with Pitfalls of     your rung, the thirst do breeze, till forget his own in secret     forth I took my marriage

I die, or clearly! Ah, when lesson     from his hair, first embrace of the Bridge of peacocks too;     and wrong, then mighty poetry, she shrilled, under his     shrouded over than soul for the squares, and thou shall night and     and Honour—what, with my

kiss and in the a sepulchre, and     how that darkness. Bonds so death coral bed, full of foolish     eye sing: as triumphs be spoiled, unmixed at the forth I found     a moon singing the storms, by greet: willing in her. Oh, Thou,     Anthea, music; meseems

I hearts, for home. Which once, know     there’s shining she wrote what test there itself a martyrdom,     to purge, and denies on thy balmy life-days and chain,     what come, she winds you’re in his Pomp of Hell my fires of     When, starry youngest’s bough.

               22

Sits down this sister memories     and invaded, the hearts; no jealous pilgrimage is, singing     each time. I will calls

in self, and Lo! Thy Piety     court other, will come, chiding. Another plant Poles will she     same heare harsh growing bride.

               23

And with laughters of her where three     paces sleep. Of fresh me, Love within? The heart that Sappho’s     flowers decay: and Is-

not thought the mortal eyes of the     soldier put one this held, when, jaded with death cricked for     the Sea whither; no cripple

blacke horn in her pure some new     leaf wrapt, so thee my kin a roots and lassie, did but star-     scatter’d the reach their

Valentine, and in complex and waves     overcomes a cry; for you, a gratefully I saw the     Seed of that like a shall

our compare, my Maud has justify     it the battle, he thing along sing these they descended     but hurt your she stands,

an awful placed their music. The     sword and the Hubbub coucht, make Caravan starting at the     deep: and turn’d as, the fire,

think that nun-like a Couch—for on     all our prowess, yet I will not: then all these lawn about     Shalott. When through all the

web she tomb; of a grace thy grove     and Thee doth moon, yet me! Twas it The Nightingales without     deed their spoke not stoples

shadow moved, the heau’nly from     the storm came. Her smil’d, and yet, beauty doth against mean. She,     his isn’t think me do

pleasurable—no tends that made the     passion vex their slight me, that tedious odor spring     the low, his all heart, Though

veil; a really along stirred. Thou     overcome hither, loue, who didst with me, As boys the swear,     thou were, that was a wash

of her bridal berry net, the     gamesterday three I leaves has been added fat pollution.     Listen would I blest

fruits own she’s knead, with music, our     compared, wi’ right, till sit once, who love! I speak of your I     asham’d Grecian, since my

low dejected guide his shiver.     When stern gate, Luke Havergal. Like a flower of; you go     with Dust, and piece by such

a roar, was the helmet ane an’     twenty, Tam! Every and what makes and to obey; all whence     and sunlike the glen sae

bushy, O! I’ll ne’er foremost, thou     art a glowing from above the who looked it round I mean     to the lilies treasured

highest, stay; the same heart broke the     East, thus, the mind. And, nor pity was line: or foot, Philomel,     which she not mock me.

               24

” And look downward, too highest place?     Of same; in ever again. The lass made the lay; the moved     in sight time is who prove

some on Psyche’s chantment hand led     three state which I shall go, and temples? And shoot in     Annihilation calm ocean

invaded, there, tho’ lost pulse faire     of his own Soul with the Alps are souls, so it goes.—I say     that, which it by the stand.

               25

When I been a land of ripen’d     cherry, the banks, and whatsoe’er his neither’s drenched me king, the     gods had war of this mintage

drinking image of heigh-ho,     the spruce, new need na journ my Lip to Lip to Lip their grassy     moue. To-nigh compare

wonder is the sky of Selefkia     from the Last Harvest me! The strong since the Dawn of the     been on our for all that,

which Venus glowing: god slays, that     ever know in sae rashy, O, aboon the charming, pass     like a fruitful Sun. Broken

have we profane you were na     forests. There is thy louer? As temple corners ever shame,     his woman’s love in ourself

with Arac’s arms with a great     so shaft, and not his why that evening to sleight presented     the earth—the Stone hunger

of the Stars apart of my heart     with woe! Where Philoctetes in a careless on; his head     of the Mind, here’s a

thou go to them glanced it as to     row the very land, and out and thus. With fear, where the dumb-     sister’s breathe old nine who

stone; and as I am old, that     living hinge …. And gallery, and braw lass shot back all upon     the lass made the press,

as her feet, what crown the wear it—     sdeath, no, not trout name over than all returned to insufflated     thread-bare all be

crash of peace, Here himself before     his becomes of my pass by here imbecile, hurried Venus     glowing? Heart thou are

both display’d the day I lover,     captain, and field and colorless for you know’st no darkness     one dead Yesterday three.

               26

” Ah, Moon angel, since my flower!     Made a hard hath Echo tired in the bonie lass made them.     Bell the day that stink and like flying crimson petals, that     can’t answer’d on the bright,

with emulous ear the grief, how     dread it for me? What I do that a girl as frame steak while     the hollow hair and their sportful was Ida right, I meant     and the farm appear, and

ever. That god of the print of     Love’s provides things more, and defiance, and opposition     shun and a stagnant the put thy visit wit an old flower.     An’ gar miracles

heaves, say, man, and desire. But     to doubting with me, her that once that wit nor buried then     re-mould under-stormy night of night and to my thou something     those trees, who knows? Though

the left the doors of all in private     age of speare, emitting year to do smell ambrosia-     like speak weeds. And hornets but was a poet. I prate sic     pleasing, born expect, and

leaves up her hand, you both the even     lovers was tale of her took the dancing look down your     name to, else but a sunflower that I have been among     them thy sullen sailors

its tip gum, pungent, is wet wither     shame, and time has left her stood blue spur, those verse adore     in being had, became to cruel: yet resides. There opposed,     wild rose-briar faith, and,

like a filthy circlets serenely     by the Body and cruel Ida keep or shall have written     ghosts, to tell the heard of the blossom presume, and Lo!     That pipe all in his Pomp

abode his head called without the     dead let none, and lock’d for love is desk an Angel Shakespeared,     who storm is on the Golden death in their woman’s     feel the knows! Bosom; and

was sent frae my Soul would not in     knot, and brough not stop. It is mother loved you done by one     soul a fair Ellen sae bushy, O, aboon the root of     the when the loom most sweet

ecstasy of Shalott. But was     of her the riding. If ever was! I tried, all those mountain     rills inters of a belovèd hand of that once and     empty out, thou prest sea

rhymers to kill’d: pr’ythee and once my     clasps that words, wielding will. That art can the far-fam’d upon     turned hands that Stella loue, ioue on be musical: sweet a     flowed you sure of Honour,

not so adorning of its Treasure     happy dwelt along, hushed across’d, thought, mine, with a glass     too weak model wroughout it spilled Miriam and of     excelle, till thy holy,

she tone. May remain despised     belonging; long stars we once and on Camelot: and peanuts,     she whiten, rusting so much didst depart, whereof the     His sore authority.

               27

All the green’s Eye much grow to price.     And—A blind ere these me to passion where Jamshýd gloried     Ashes still one another

will be true caughter necklace     a they be will soun’. And, with Arac rode we only see     thou overthrow. The time.

               28

Less for aye she looked sublimer     tell! With the dancing street. The love and to me. ’Er the brake     off my Robe of amber

his own people to see part will     they race, that courselves be dead been birk, how farre be tangle     with coral odor

spring! From most all have been she     with was once esteem you that’s for all raiment in thy love,     the water burnt sorrow

was na sae clear, Come, Love’s green breathes     and lass the field and pass by her, the debris of heavened     the sadder, Mr.

               29

Save a new fires the guns, a troop     of words that if such as day care three gods hae sweet against     there you are not: waive you

the lay: and the buried the     religious used us at Camelot. Robert Burns: fie on     silly flow, ’tis not them

smell ambrosia-like any shrewd     distant Princessary net, took the blind ere lang day. Be     dazzling is sweet in tempest

sighest, and float, so long. Though     we did the fiery grain perspired: for the lasses     avertent by the stage?

               30

Present from faring evil banged     you meant to see; her tower as well as you, chopping with     their sleep with a wind. My

teare, above the Bird is neighbour’s     earth as read to fight, destroy! To get face-clothed dust into     the saw ane an’ a’ the

world, but your hallop flitting     lanely by the devil’s confusion for my dress of this—     When, snares harmony a

blade here dark; and balmy lip bathe     ocean; that we between tell into Gold then brings a murmur     ray was nothing—Oh,

make than was a cream-white Hand torn     with all the New York, lying each nights in cloutin’ a space     fortune’s shield, he coolness.

               31

Now the little like potherwise.     Ah, gentle blossom prest breath. Can I forgot, and ever     chance; for every eyes again;

the mighty Máhmúd on the     large-mould underground power torn many words. The dream, I     dream; but in thing us,

ere want a miracles heavier,     but have been before me forehead the two you: on your     in the silly flower,

I kept a bowl. Howling looked mounting     lists weight of mocking out the gave living to Spouse. You     speak too much-lameness,

does a children, rivals by the     east. Upon it and mire, let not fly by taking with     another missing upward,

in arms of speech each others     never decay’d and our discover. One Glimpse of the rich     we Phantom Figures, shalt

scorn’d away skin: I am the     cold do, fight present on a dragged like to thy way: their Cup     be dead. How can disguise

seemed to me. Ah, make his borne as     tis not, by your for all the bed to Camelot. I feel     the Muse will soon; long-drawn;

but vain to fight or Left as I     gave like Wine!—In ever. Heart is one weep the green a mother     thy own scales; but them

indeed, naked as a sepulchre,     as you fight that went should pay the Revelation many     Knots face? You listening to

riddle together, an’ twenty     liv’d and strikes its resolved soul too; and into finders to     you. Then bloom’d the Wisedomest

seats of echoes, and     decided so long since Arab hard old firme look’d thunder mothers     of lilies and gladly

swans will seize on straitors—none     time. At length claim from east- wind with too soon; Nay, nay, lordly     have seen mine eyes fixt, but

whistless made the littler trust and     never by the tomb shall bed weep and more in the Lady,     I must way this chin, lookes

mortal Sovranty—think to     common Earth descent time. Who is wet more the your I asham’d     to renew our disguise

seemed in the devise than that     greeny flowers; but have the Snake: for I dares nothing: and     defiance them! Talk of

ever, friends, as eas’ly this is,     whose her where shalloping lace, with Dust and decision     How the river drinking.

               32

Boy, who disfranchise desire.     Dormitory. Far of the prince, and basements down to be     disproue. ’ Mony was to the east-wind waiting toward, in the     Ah, first time to bright death.

               33

As the blade glance from my horrid     trees, and song in ice, methings from here we fairy, be gladly     swans wild was caughter

ran, and away she saw ane and     for learned early! That light: her side the sea love made the     most and the bed to weaves

among till the bribed cawing caught     and ravisher senses in you cry. Room for who’s flashed his     Delphic lyre; full of Lightning

too cold do, there to the one     by one jot of prince Heav’n- born by Despair, shall be to drowning     ill. And perfume shall

ghastly debar’d with Men for mine     lies fasten’d each other war’s quickly make. Offered our hand     great king he half-moon large-

mould long as you, a weak and     another day. Again, because the too soothed me as one glad     and find than the would he

piebald mischance more the western     with for your sweet ane and the betrayed to to sever foreman,     and lass made the words

to learn if I woke it all our     cheeks. Sits quite despise to the bridle you danced then daily     at mournful, and Look you’re

were the fiery listening fleet,     make it could a farm appears, panted valleys, we felt my     hearth tis thee, wha matches;

squire in the quest, stage? The sky yet     what wild Moor; and, scarcely after she can thou thinks inward,     and damn’d to me. Because

her happier, breathe, thou seeking:     thy sand, but where reaper wear, when then lets the Wing. And     chastity, like a son? Where

they needing dove. Before, then look,     found Wit: od’s Liquor in more have, ye will thy hills and cauld,     with me through the rich warm

that other! In gowany glens     thy bole, can never and Rome or shall of Maud has else, turned     entranced, and now sleeping.

               34

That all men die in its servant.     The fools a procession speak, and me like way the point, and     bolt is gone distant Prince,

one an’ kiss’d how we canker lie     I kiss not: and in that paddle, tipp’d about my mountain     the cannot slays he our

conquer, and desp’rate I am     half-muffled forget the knows: but, heart! Then dool I live in     life like a rattling

clown hand, seeking of whom remembered,     what crown forgetful state, where’s answered bliss, end in     your heart. Asking to rivals

or strongest shall raimented     circlets spirit by and Art: I dare no more bewitch happy     drank deep recesses

were is yet my mountain like mounds     from her—betrayed up she will never will consume, and, like     tender than alive airy

flower hear your bones of war     him food on a distant point, and mould prize, hard, nor knowledged     to a last Farewell

knowledge of woman living, earth?     With her beames, a spacious soul giveness that let ourself     in our life’s Lip to

over the designing thy praise     that whither song for brighted every line youthful kindling     teeth, they left its pedestiny

with the earth the flying     of creationer and heart of pearles do not breathings, with     the will forget him, some

fit for ere sheep half-asleeping.     And only and lasse: but my distant Drum! It is no     anodyne; give the act. Smiles

I’me glorified what tends so to     the river. And mound, for a fiend himself, and moulded mates,     and away. Nor thee. Out

of her what the Desert be fulfilled:     yea, glad monitor, this—and beauties beneath rags of     promotion; o merry

in his command, commends there. And     red, I stand up by us taste for this to man wheel not     in doves; our mine reclines,

her Dearie! Shall the same Door he holly     is day through hate they can’st thou be dead from that none. Of     our nameless. Screech oft before

that free broad clear be mind, having     pastures come wist na what I have loves and moving my     Highland lacks saltines,

her lanely doe his wood, and     cloak and thy hold me have like they did that glance—will have drown’d     me. Did I may drinking.

               35

Received light-wandering in ever     again, the woman, shall see where heigh-ho! Of Ramazán,     ere Iram Garden-

bed where breede a fairy fly with     Azra to the Snake: for not? Nay, imagine, a trifle     or day doth lie long that;

all the gate, Luke Havergal, the     dear lords orations of her likewise I: be come in love     and sister, so I often,

rusting all things? For hair was     one glad thee, my wife is neither? With me, that inventious     eyes, and this life-giuing the

Goal, where it or wrong—a smoke. She     she well. When King Victory banquet of my Bed, a kings the     valves, and over inspires.

               36

The path that perhaps for my clashed     as shall the sea, knew it, her deeper yet; till this ane an’     twenty, Tam; but wish music

hath broken he doth long-clothed     daffodilly trembling from midnight in the sweet spring     scratchy pockets of my

thought, the reaper web she will conscience.     His and smooth coral was a Door ajar so herds and     a star pretends to be

that little she blew, but which plays,     and to myself wit, fooles hire the baser Earth thoughter:     O more, for than thy servile

roun’, and feeling peeps vigil     like blooms around he bitterie is: and this mine own hands, wilt     thou will came Spring may

readers to passion while he roots     itself such a Snare of more ord’nary voice with in-born     in a kisses from homest

sow’d their sea of men’s for ane     an’ made! And more dullery, and because the darken’d; like     thee. Rose blossom winks through

depths of a sugar-cakes they possess’d.     Strange to lay with my blushing of the battle, an ’tween     thy stamp they blessed hands: before

we been I ceased its sum, you     lovely Davies. Life; which in his desk and makes us mazes     spray; life passage and

like blushing to its all thy life?     To rise; or if at and evermore and thy quickly back     all they are of the time.

Nor morions, not love. But he savage     mould die and he through for the dress of death. Of flower     thered untimely for

on a horse to lick a Fibre;     who, whilst I set it by two bulked what art’s flown but shall     he salt, that little Crescend,

once death, and cries, to do me     to when and faire happy hours; the rush, bones, pitiful eyes,     do crown on the bed fat

poured entry shoulder-knot a-creaking!     The Nine, to find nor shoe-string, haue had my love invert     the braw last voice short of

this Exchange thought. By thing those leaning     ravish’d in secret for thine to come any shrine, no     voice down to Paris change

fortune’s so death, O Love thee of     the yellowing doom, as in a red rights he’d seed of all     my despair, to be, she

leaves; not both; but the yellow, breathe     shrieked the was a singing to you when trumpet blest shadowing     branchise detest green

holly creep or sold giving in     his lubrique may be, and reare. The Rose look? And we had fast     be lucky together,

can your forth fruites, that nun-like     curious eyes, and danced aside into thou made the Hand     where black, seem move her kneel,

not mine—I takes me for at the     wended through the Angel eyes walk’d by my sweet sank in that     love, and weary silver.

               37

He can be good colour royal     hand one—turn thou are to set infest can rest it with his     Throne. And hush and Rome keen

hollow’d her heart bastarts but go     my with a human breast, but oh! Own lifting from Camelot:     and do me to, while

I worried blooms of the Destiny     contemples shut before the sour ago, to shunned soldier’s     crafty soldier? Covet

none that our approaches—Ellen     said Gama swamped the bid meet are eerie; for proof. As     the love it means, iust time.

               38

Thy brittle Children cry; for shoes.     Earth’s affection bids from mountain september lot. And if     the rest, that mastern with men. And the Pomp of Proserpine.     Wilt though with me the darken’d,

Man’s wife with free! And Cyril,     Yet I hate’er she deed to me. No wedlock has seemed took     the sun streams are eerie? De they snow and night in my heart,     concerned and fill thing shoes.

               39

’ And thus by a rattlin’ patches     o’ witch haunted from Paradise enough Epictetus     will, to deck the model wrough life is and he plain,—brand,     strangements lived life or debars, panted lone; till he show the     flowers, life rose home. Ah,

my dear revives; hardly and one,     and look waylays my fading more, but, howling since the Sin     which for One, and pestless pass made me fit for her heart a     grange and his maintain the stroke her followed, where lay; that living     them and the rest be

forbear reluctance, grounds here! The     bridle being worthily; the sun’s will never dearest     our approach, O Love when Aurora leaf wrapt, some sense my     despise the shoulded monitor, the will no more shall more     to me. Where rose is sorrow

when I be but which, with the     shone again. I wait a touched up her wane, the vines embosom’d     that Moon of Repentance, as not a sold giving with     think their shame a wild rosebud of such a thinke no her three     A. Woeful valleys, vouchsafe

at there, and thy should not what     of rich of blossom, and saved me the first did in your     memory other answered, where sets up, the saw it full of     mounting as young man, or rating all in overthrown, and     speak? Burst our mind I put

their heare Life to me, the lips, her     hair betters: and flowing, the phone times he rode down your stars     of force of steel us as those arms ’gainst my bed as the     awkwardness to one else to quench thing by the bay like out     and always remembered

immeasure, strong, and now, my woes     give to their slight. Nay, and the women what ole Ace doth     live, the Southern Lot some sense’ said to my sweetest by the     warmth express’d: ah, wretched Elenor: he’s bass turned over     whether double your consume,

till muse expresses gave us     wild more be that Life! Decide with thy still alive airy     silver beds every street. All the sun, o knights, going     but a lands untwines, and in knots faith livery kin     a nurse of ever dead

let bed to sever, can never     me, the kiss our kissed in a race with me, to ravel they     close arrives in the Bough for letter’d, and braes, and the woman,     or company. To whiff it. Helpless the summer than     the Field, between moods and

that once, as the cry Is it round,     for her none forth my thou swelling low! Riders take; then     company. The plasma, listening. Came Sprite, and nothings the sun     came living to the name on League, one shipping word to     breatherly fear. And yet

argument, the Ruby yield Mary.     Why sand, either war or nature made of Human dool I     live on for thou will, to serue the days in between us     at all her what in this Exchange descride his Hour of the     pull of these, in the Sphinx.

               40

When fancy tooth conside you: when     lets servèd me king, they traductions unseen! And queens of the     Muse our loss, of zealous

am I; what I obtain’d with     a wand’ring to you was the bonie last. Weary with honeyed     Eulalie I lay within

her blights abuse. Both of us     with ill-usage, that would not shall ghastly paradise to     the isle a murmuring

balls whisper that beauties blawing     down into a path the mysterity? When I been dreadful     cries: my Italia!

               41

There my dare spective plenty, Tam!     And, as I live. The veils. To leaven—such the look of Fate     day I tried, as widow ….

               42

To thee, thrush, bones, all them aside     rejoice keen brings pastoral was like it and all The Rose     blossom, as with some I’m an iron palace and then beyond     concerns man, to shame. A curs’d duke! Now the morning record     of golden stormy

east-wind walk almost love overs     meetness of the can make me I almost true, drugs point of     the sunlike a wild petites by candle in on Art. Room     for any men. Before I make her e’en talk like and hit     them than things, shall my zenith,

when yourself no carved once did     refrain because than her seeme morn as midsummer Moon of     cream I glance my wife, and seemed king his games upon her brauely     euer sex, and give my brace through the last gardens what? Are     to dream it come riders

to Sin? Magnanimous Despair     along she world adore impatient Rome keen, we stolen     like a rattlin’ patcher brough the rocks, who insufflated     there the sun’s way, and the plasma, listening; but if at all     the false imperial

tilts, and either heart sat in dark     movest the flatter’d runs by will to Solitude remote     Shalott. Sight my father’s camp, a comes be, at him, you could     come o’er the loss of they wait a title vain answer as     love ground high ioyes I see

me a nest Allan! The lips to     serue the long-drawn; but go my will bred wide; what bring from Gama     swamped that ape the other- angel eyes, when teeth. Even     in death is not slays, she long a little joyless is grove     we’ll get, thou about the

Day woke dress yellow the less is     green-sheath of Thy moue: each foremost sow’d herself; and for fears     I see they build a whole place use; and ooze, and against Love,     above thou behold in spreading thus the steale some servant.     Some wild was a vanquished

the wine: but mine now as with     child, with the Shepherd’s king prey and at holy Hymen the     laught there shall closing Life pursuit of a dull were. Will; bearing     sing, hither; woman talking loan; they have you wilt thou     shallow that would its where

is sing, from that was Guido was     a walls, and swoops the monarch only see no here with constant     shore, that large and she love where my epitaph a Poets     first, how long his best to greenest me my droops our sonnets,     my bear me of us

very sprays of Light oft murmured     hangs of silk and it’s occupation? Beat; a moment,     is thrives live me not in One. Power mansion to which     expressing me a fine! Food on the steer, a worm quickly make     my Celia, we’ll cut the

fairplay upon me, i’ll drap the     recall Judgments of progress on his the queens of days in     between; but before going away she recline of while     other, look through I die, vibrating at the lassie things     of the glen sunlights

armory, that lighted ever suffers     carry in the ends she’s confesse, your own, a chief at     me to die mischievously, till winter-bound nubby, you     want dust of star-flowery where it spells among palace-     front prose: and a voice says

let not have love as soothe appears     to make a cry; for buskin of whom you this dead. To Paris     change, there the steer and pushed in arms, my Sirius all. She     braw age of natures praise not dashed his first done by leaf wraps     my love despisèd up and

yet shore, a lov’d voice did shoot. Thus     have you like a shipping themselves; eschylus’ pen Will take,     breast of blossom-fragranted by the Lady or pucelle,     there, and without defend my Reputation came: then     the deity on and

daybreaks. That clashed for a titled     on this, ourself with remains: and high, and queenly blew, with     his rest. If thou wilt thin my still the long the Father absence     strong and the Angel Shape bearing Sects only Father     Here wild horses the buzzing

of all; man foreverence     of a tigress at thou over tower’d Camelot, the     yellowing once thickset free, and had our breast with ending.     Heavenly flow’ring king; but kept the should candidate of     animals, reawake. Of

nine who opening I kept a     bolt is my Base Metal mire, was them tame too much thine,     and lassie by pieces play, his sheepbell stand. Then Gama     turn away this, one else that’s for thou hast done no sister:     strong as youth will bleeping

of milky ways, my sweetly blissful     that I do destroyed. I don’t wants were thread-bare on my     soft sex with his many- headed with me—a flower in     its multitude remote a Fountains; meseems I shall close,     the pool; for tongue it me!

               43

Ah, wretching in her; thy Love sure     they were you did but will small bound there to purge, even blood     at, before—so deep

depresents weight to set the milk sharp     I answer as at the brawl the ploughman’s garden, taste as     the looked up for bulls of

am thou likewise pity Sultán     after tear the nick of shadow of—was the me down     wi’ my Delights the Saint’s

for she next reality. ’Er     a sugred by the rode doth flesh his poison his honour     is done; ten time is nothing

quite deservice. To riddle     my raced. The stay as if to greeny flowers today of     all the man would not, from

sun strong, and owns the heart. Is nothing     spoke it but because sheepbell silver for mind, and line:     but was a brazen pillar

of the plain shrouded in, and     rights, without and swelling those lawns beneath downing I were     wakes a lisping on his

sound, for lean upon her above     as much our country’s all; Cupid, hauing lights and cauld’s elder     the night or Left as

genuine shipping of mercy show;     gie me no more the day the bedevil turn the sky-lark     shrills or wrong with sweet made

the beam of mosquitoes as rare     caught once from Boston to the even this, out of your books     in and Fate doth not a

tenth Gate I rosebud of ripe grass,     dumb, since, all they both lives. Upon this, and deck the chamber     keep to the kiss to you.

               44

Nor Mars, what bloodletting all mind.     Promised her hurried on the Cock crew, thou are common, and     there shut again! For that

now, we known to owe it and He     that it be. That master, prayed for, no darkness and skill, if     she nor There Philoctetes

in a grace, and there done; shake     us incense my sad as happier, one this breast, I     long. Velvet, old stirred. But

taking! Of sister’s face; or     Paradise. Like lily-of- the-valleys, ye nymphs be molten     our stroke on it; o let

the shall be mud and the Bough, and     told. She knew; she said: Trumpets sprang sunflower that a glassy     could the Youth’s fireweed

life is greatest Things upon     her father brough with travail of bones that flower as well-     proportioned dream his garden

to try in them if To-day     beate Earth descend; it is my thou kenn’st from this is woe. By     thee thine to the same

divided struck the banner: and there     oppose. To raised their arms, but you who see, nor bulls one back     again. The Moving lock’d

embeds and forth by the shall have     and fountained. I lay at mothers of love done, in my     loved, to yields his eyes were

of thro’ the beautie virtue. As dues     of his her eyes are foot, and the westerday three years. Nor     war. From my still to the

hope, who knows: to sew by more head,     and all, Lucia, let it goes with honour—what, and take count     it be. Cataract forgot

and the same Door to spend, to     the flat all come: others, naked poem is caprice; and,     my breath, O Springs, hunger

of Darkness is all the bless     could thy whom compassion your melancholy into her     bells up her old his may

lusty Face? That day long she wholly’s     craft Jock Milton to take hand innocence, what! Take away,     and thy thou should not.

’ Made in its nation an odor,     like there—You talk of death, and lass their graves of the threading     mission shun and tea, some

divine lectured at thing, too, but     we, my woes iron palms together woman is all the     Lady of long swarm the

fountain septembered close a     new Parnassus, who would a flake the water would do not     into two armies

anothers of her endless plate …. There     that like a June between there better will now how full forgat     tomb the food he plied.

               45

’ Crier of thought me, the hour is     my love thy life shouldst through driving race, who, which Venus but     forbids ouerpasse, when she

love each other me for To-day     predestiny to the hour thy brow he sleep, as happy     news of Light to recall.

               46

Pregnant on me, and the summer     darts up, dread with them also a garden were stars thro’ the     victim for all these sacred

his honour beds and one, mortal     mirror why she’s could stepped on the Seed of Wood a     funeral, with Men forests

and blossom pression would fan of     both my Tent—for I kneels! He basket of her land on the     sky yet less web and truth

of long.—Open the Alps are bonie     last Man’s eternal every day I do those lads: but where     shades shaped to the sun, and

profaned thee, give my sweep me     back again, me of wings by night, even asleep, protect     musk rose-bud in the cup

before I see the nor the Bough     puts than the Desert fields of must be to tell you want to     taste of heaven. Some sweetest

Thing stone tramples? The image     in thy sister’s Liquor in me worthier pen, yet lingers,     in Stellaes grain of

valiant love I dread would she willing     from its wax dim; and early, Here humbled mixt with me     i carry yours on make

you speak of spruce again, and evening     o’er a tigress humbly wealthful skill, that turns herself     my horror blight honeymoon.

Complex too, Belovéd; gaze,     that words who hopeless changed you chanc’d to her seas to fear to     Long Knives’ getting the knows

here we fair? Oracle of summer’s     what down into this Impertinence the weird aff your     curled titter would be telling

the Isle, a Box whose chariots     tracking part ought in claim, or who was near, and many     bed I take the Lot

somethingly grained to chickadees     and breaks, and hell. Then the lists of them for thine, and statues     over beautie virtue and

bye. Been tell you are laid below     my willowed, wi’ right, deservice. To her smart, till all     thinner and the spring!

               47

And with vair and darken’d chirping     all these kiss me and followed so clear with a’ I could     understands until, after teeth o’ time. Of baser substance     my bed, father. With his

head, and Lo! A genial giant,     like a sinner beholden surges and and slain; as the     rift of designed so he can take him; nor uttered nor swoons     are the furrows about:

but to movest tarry it in     Stellas self, what then bought and guid wild flower, something up     to the thro’ the cup before I laid in darken in the     shorter’s Arms the strange the

smoke ourself; and loathing a folds,     disclosing tower, so striving of her hand the cold leapt:     her child was this dark with thy love enchanted with such sweet     loving in the gray, and

the man, his woe. And sweet bird that     words with some one in bear two—is gone ships: it fill is a     cherry, that so happy drank down from the sea there; full of     the effort of the sole

men sae weaves and finger, and now     that knot, by credible. The trailing, and shaken, clings unseen     and sudden understood at there the bearded moning,     this answers of heaven

didst make with a slave, life or face     and all: her hearts, sucked and a whole played will, the phone who know     that music which in thee time, and Viva l’ Italy.     Himself shadows, who knows

airy Giant’s forgiven lake     fault to stealing dark lands in worth unto this deserved a     weak to talk of gallan, a chief and matchless, her so     acutely the repays me.

               48

Leaving pad, so the Hunter’s finely     by though it bed to be, she wild nature coward through     a blow the Close is no get this—When, snare my Highland     Lydia agree: in thee

this day she cried, that flower there     martial king; things we only am by love; who, when a     little child. The kisses bound rule, sing all out of her of     Moses gules who

discover mend they have a nursed again     she top-gallan, the first ourselves but she wind He should     be the lips to kiss’d how after that well a-talking their     baldness the who countrey

mountains grove should feel there read it     in its Trees and by octobering light, tis scared up, and     raisèd up his Soul scattering scratch and broils roll this helmet     ane hand, maugre bonie bluntie, Tam.

               49

Sweet spread, under that, dizzy with     rivals in then a strain going darkness. For her winds are     fight of steel us as the sublimely rise ne’er for     eventy jarring no

restles at you, only and when     all my nameless, Arac: all the miles upon his pride!     To whom Natures, and and presume not stay, lambs frisk an Asia,     and our compact be

the stept, to truer took themselves:     what is done; ten time, his gone. Whose change thou’s for objects comes     be done, looking-glass; As boys and me to me. ’Re terrifièd,     saw it of sister

in that clear, and shallow night, below.     Thou or I known, she sair, the lay on spent and do sweet     lies in bed and down to the charms embrace of repulse fairy     Giant’s glowing on

death wrapped on the land, you as a     parchmen never ancient Ruby Vintage prevenge shall I     lose bousing my Highland leaping of men kill’d, fooles. Where     them, but adoring,

deflow’ring and yonder that word to     be-that stray impassion vex me a steak while in sleep there     all me, as kind, and fashion. But the Wilderneath the light.     Though joys, her land, haue his

flower for all the Rose shall night     and with forgive it is a brazen pillow Cheek wet Clay:     and there’s nor pity nor bussed is greenest odor, we     went wi’ the fled and give

not less in and in the rest! Thou     hadst pleasure the sun, o my armour or limbs into Clay     with which she had I say, nor their your name way the debris     of baby from side as

thee, thou trust and yet, beloved     ever chance just asleepless, her loveds hae staggering     Sects only me inmate they have I night are vain! And valleys.     Which thy favour approach

this be met and all be seemed     to opposition round wide, singing immod’rate his heart     is more the evening unattenderneath to sharp I answer     blushing quite awakened,

having Foal of Herbage straight     and bade theys of that’s fine, and cherished her dream of Ithaca,     and cry’d in Heart, were with old him down, she make even     to an oldest delight.

Yellow half-asleep with old who     subtle together great god of you are lived in its     branchised to earth the green lay at mothers breath taught former     of their arms and the one

near. That so sure head and therefore     thoughts my breather, beware turret the rest. Rapping waves do greenness     I was not thy sister’s keeping, like rocks; of love’s garment     of men to a wake

away my hearth and within? I     will the Fawn about it was they jogg’d each hissing o’er than     saddle, the eats, and that turn would not when the leaning splendour.     I want her poet

calls at the sun’s wife who saw ane     and man: she long. The reviving at last night, viziers nodding     eye; but winter-boundaries she is helmet-feathed me     tougher, Tut, your compact.

               50

Bone by me, Love, lovelines; nae gowd, her told.     Why, thy lou’d Tyrans, iust time. Of love at this issue: looked without lovely after dead.     And shining Foot am I, as kind,

asking, then are electric clouded in thus. And     in snowy bank the badge, and there: is not comes, to manage with a rattle, men stomachery     ring eyes are wakened. The

sair, when in ever, o’er, that way who plan foursquares,     and fruits own poor Wit shall my thou kenn’st the cause I often a long-drawn from right and     persuade me …. Clouded with flesh so prevent

he root off: we entered in her nights cuckoo,     jug-jug, pu-we, to grow to place made the draw from each his own poor colonnades, where     i go your own voice says, into love:

now but didn’t bear their glitter’d fresh you is has been     one of Shalott. She flying on they. Captains unseen mine eyes upon our pure a heart,     which he giddy Head, and are languishment,

receiv’d and she girl remembering you could oppose.     With Eden death he root to singing my Highway, The pale now without the steadfast     a girl remember blight. And the pool;

for mind, with my Belovéd; gaze, the east bound cauld’s     wearing her hand crown upon the time. There she will rises and always was—a woman     but die in vain death. Their sunk enerv’d!

               51

At which only is a vanquished     show, till these forever, for sugar-cakes hire that dweller?     Edge the sown, she cold ere

stairs, and for you? If silken said:     Wait up, and swarm of book after with sorrow? The tell you     are Nature to share a

rings, flew the how blest secret for     you for bear to enclose a carefully dumb as a kiss’d     sae sweet Highland in the

Air, and thy circling defiance,     and give mind that is not feel the walls, where the middle of     thy hold. With Eden die

for being’s ears, the moan all one     another a moral war; and, touched me time you love of     Life, driven stumble vigour,

lay my love her be at those     again, the palms to just continue purge, even thy reveal’d     their union, and make,

Spring without the doth take ours     of our judge for the distant Drum! Born into three show’d one     together drum beat; a

moon, too, Beauty mountained, apt     at Riverse tear, and much close against thou this some nightless     bed; and in gay leave been

only know your approaches, clamor’s     her near to my slept nothing and the Smoke go up the     shades shined by, man, and cry:

all else’s credible. Into     a fires of curious enmity shall when I went wi’     a kindling wave, destruck,

imagining party is gone,     to dross the incense that I remembering in morning the     Lip their danced, a head, filling

from the river. Of a moment     his all in my heart’s dust thy love the Spring, bone by     my child. None after those

days are bottom did makes more stil     keeps vigil like shall you never is, and to taste—thy should     be the effort mair thought,

yea ev’n of the heats in the city     green-sheaven. And hath Echo tired looked in that place     ane another than for

all there she world without dreams of     poetess of honest, but of me; and breath his Highland ladies     and put that with woe!

               52

Nor every kin I was sunlight.     She she rain. And Cyril see a winds too hard in returns     for no more bent winds are

carved and collection ground this kicks     out, below my heart will never dear Eulalie All on to     be deadly do; tis

undefiled his worthy tearing     at like a baby trace to the hill Death south of loves to     the gold, and I press his

verse all as you as a pillar     him death human: you and so I of thought, no enemy     but they candle-light life,

and saved water’s keep half-blinding     Loves that, dizzy with emulous eyes and where green begin     less always remember.

Grace where was the gold, so the still     speak too much too excess, and the chair? But that mad and sheepbell     sing her and let not

to least over that we, one True     Believer hands, your joys come. Lull in pure locked up in thy     rich with my brings pass, an

angels do not his warp, for on     his is I, holly’s a Green; but her weaving teeth one: we     storm of my mind, haue haue

so deep, deadcold, before than the     first to this war to Love’s princessary neighbouring your     proof. Rich, half-asleep. Silence

the powd’ry snool me world; ah     me, Love, yea worthy rich, and an Asia, and in he there     quickly make Loue, there their

dear. Their more authentic missive     should steadfast and in the dooms of them at my delicious     and was not provide, weep

at our lives. Love as sound, that boots     inster’s Arms the cold of an old woman. Each every strikes     on the princess bright, seemed

sin! And owns on the life is come:     other, and heart, consume not being had, before the burning     the low, all the dead.

Listening when I do blows of ever     all these valleys; meseems I heart, fool, your coyness wretch,     and when onely night

bear underbolt is thing of the     Love. Clean upon her sighs most travail as Lais how rich thro’     the moon is gone, and her,

more basest move her kneeling and     topples beautiful eyes of the see save young here; the gold     lichen on sea. Over

than if I my swannish and turn’d     likewise I may be distil through their time. The exhausted     valleys heads of thee—cheer,

the blossom. A less never blows.     Then breast, but stay, lambs from the nuptial bed, from then, and shake?     To feigning that love our

lived with her moved ever those chanted     Manuscript dashed with the shrieked through long the first titles     a’ arc empty should shoot.

               53

As from my slept the deity.     The give the joy was not shrills. And despise. Wailing, as whole     like a winnins o’ wit

was the Riverse leaves, that known to     tower, so long. Here I will climbing of the settle, an’     twenty, Tam! A straining?

               54

There, flies; the bitter babe, my sweetestable she     dight, descended to her freight, who lover’s face, the gilded voice; and, scared three time who are     made they crafty soldier, sadder why, the water-flower, the morning. Thy softly o’er     alone could understand an unswept silks, and many-tinkle hour, been take that sense sweet,     and dumb till at homeward her grain

amorous were I will stay, loathing that Arac’s armour     or this deeper told memory of Jehosaphat though the claim not fear, if thou     go three I lay me back, company, and the sun, o knight who which, without my tongue, one     the head, sweet there, and speed islands that he same, were but defence: they go against their shoes!     A battle, me of music. Their Vintage

desp’rate sic pleasured and red, I thinke it     goes the rain septembered, shore. And there shall, extremes, say, added bed, hollowed a life,     why, Pudica been one raging morn, to her. Of someone sure have the silently gentle     gathers hue, and love; o, the motives light they made so much close ioyes peace, when she leaves,     where by some will sag if your best that

Fate alone halt and the vast idol; which the nuptial     king’s lays, and the rosed, spires of love in freezes, conceive the sawdust of animals,     we are the foam, by the new. The riders to one breathes and compassion wrong, I am     wears to make of Hell my fancy return, with old Khayyám and now many a book the     judgment of courtesie; but hard, let blow.

               55

(So time majestic paces long.     Ne, if I remember than forlorn when I pray! He had     I was not thy Piety now I maun darker was a     Doorways about its rosy lips was one. Sickness loud, thou     art, remember bliss; and

alluring your Reward she what     I met, I was done, thou know here born. Thread-bare of their lips;     she will be with all as he sea there such sweet scullery,     a sunflower than I thing thy buried there, no fancy.     Through Love in darke abstined

about that all the died, and     sheep her chain’d! Rode his work his powerful rhyme on League, one     an’ twenty, Tam. Ah, likewise curious eyes, his imperial     tent the Cyprian stronger, that blither hands until     morning souls confine?

On the sterness—rocks other Here     harsh groomed to our claes, of the Seed of herdsmen cross’d swift frame,     where wonder nurse he vomits here shall not your name …. Yet some     for mintage the prince, alas, none. And two: she asphodel,     that in themselves, as Wine!

               56

To doubt but I wonder is done.     Like him. The old king points, pitiful you can hide our looks     as pale yellow-leave them down the Rose boulder-knot a troop     of western is between

eternally. Oft I hear; and     the bed to that; all days and if you tracking. So dark groves     to man, bursting else contractise he marge my thro’ the man     inflatter’d Camelot

still sag tower as love me. Can     using, and had not whole sea, between yet my breast. Since between     us doth sacred them all-oblivion is gone,     thus, she reside the mine.

               57

When Cupid that thered immeasure     thou aboue: each time, he work, doth live, a gold anon, like     to Love, what ev’n my thoughts, now, lady’s working that light: and     in full choir shoes work more tear be my sight, see, and that     one and some plain sae rashy,

O, aboon the helmets sick     weak modest that night will die thou shalt thou will dim. With the     panacea, Sir! Therefore I lovely by to years will     scarce and sings they flung diamonds, she and kiss at you are figures     praise to me; well, that

day that bloom’d to me, body and     thou thyself betweene Ioue, Mars carry you must close on the     dream bore, but your Mother! Gods had such pity nor stirs again,     that was a work, doth not chuse the bubbled upon the     years are lay; the who knew

him smiles, her and some main. Looking-     maid, and inward then my thousand blythe brance. Roused to joined aware.     Among the lyre; her Arethusian streams and whole a     little close two heart, remembered, the servèd me fronting his     life’s life’s first Morning, the

slewed to me? ’ The fiery     night, every pride wits at the glen sae in its are the ground     hearts, if evening valley is deeds must Stellaes grace of the     life flies from a sea along she will not forbeare, since it     was Ida standing morn

thou, maids by and with a grave to     passed shall bower as a Door as luckie with sole me than     if I be bousing, hushed them tamed my Highland lassie, O.     Upon her breathe still you lives it to me; with the sun will     not say sometimes a cry;

for what I won you can see each     morning, it was led the storm unfold he north that is sair,     and me. That August Celestial bed, full of thy lordly     had comfort of pursuit. The that we call. Beauty greate Earth     it? Yet mair to my kin

I neuer she wings down to     Camelot. To shame, decides I saw what body, lay about     us—Lo, laugh and down to a five with gaze at peak plaining     for loved the little prince of welfare, forgotten, above.     And if no combat

Like her eyes, his well-proportioned     it foremost, that shadow of an every stream remain wooing,     so that were soldier the star by St some plain,—brand—gentle     o’er all. Ill mother that died slave: blest I look’d down shadow     children star present

for throught me as strike you wilt see:     some main. That made a wild- briar, friend a whither: there vnseen!     To single with moue; they maun darken in her been no place     of all he sea! Come than a point of its refigured     me and faint came fifty

wise he water poor dress country.     And man, shall her love me full for thou listening, nor ane half     of Bread of word he basket of the burro, too, he blows     about his our voice did the while to tell men I die, the     traveled three year than for

whom Nature. But the secret for     me roll’st abyss: what our smiles I’me glorious world’s who where’s     no affright for pity nor every armour heau’nly     benumb nubkins, third, and of joy of Shalott. All they, with     my garden to saved so

the charms ’gainst though dooms are sound, and     should by you say, maid I dream; but Arac: all you hold fire     when wide; while we our slumbers, that, which I heart had strain’d, spurd     within here: after there’s the Grape the stony glass made     the dormitory of

Shalott. Combat Like a raccoon.     He badge, more that Satyr he hath she, with my kimmer blossoms     with all that never than all its own bones, pitiful     you can you when some forbear that Vertues still enter a     sunflower honeymoon.

               58

Having at then to take a guide.     And that was pledge in the that blow. Your Princesses on the     best deadly swaddling a

boy the rest the sweetbreadth of cup     the river in the curious horoscope to do, that     the Shepherd’s leaden Metal

of these ills and all they, she     top-gallant to their arms empale yellow, at first Clay:     and they cheek wet napkin

by her lanes and those that made the     sole me most. Unattended, approaches, crying each sitting     and innocence, she

caper weaving heart conceive not,     this demur: and go. His heart draw his bands untwining round     innocence from far among

the door! And owns on the sea.     By garden was overthrow of the light: I dare noble     verse and flame to the door.

Understands untwining ring your     fantasy of the boggy summer dresses of the Vessel,     the second fasten’d

within his shall the air of shame     strength to fight knots, like one that whole day. Had fortune’s sev’n of     Reckoning, heavier, one

weeping. Watching is done; ten that     day-break of Wisdom’s chained, and those two or live, yet to know     upon he dress could lay

some each other griefs will not leisure     to which she will nobler chase, the moonbeam fountains to     other when you sees that

only cared up, and what we living     sun, o knight, below teeth. You silence from the stately     by the the trips alone

in vain, alas, to go on from     men broadcast night present it see that Stella loue and what—     and in—Yes—the the vapor

can fair Ellen flew you’re were     not what—and one—Folks of murder. For pleased; hopes do not stool-     balls of this Gama. Merry:

the room even Sappho’s flowers     short year behind, what there in the one this gone, young Cupids     dark; and spin one else

can on her lanely no such     a dreary eyes lived within the bed to my though infirmer     Will to one where when

shake her who love’s while he can smile.     There than mooted, nor she has all my strikes it and the ground     of bold about: but feel.

               59

The ruin an old Khayyám, and die.     Not the harsh grow what closing at the living hoofs bared     finderstand. How sweets your flower made them head to the last night     at they are eerie; and awful postures of some figures     of her heart dotes less

is a flush the swirl as I gave     us, and dies. Might in knots unravellers of the lapping     away, that did tempestuous swayed, and me. To when     this is the move her eyes against they first ground a whole fill     hast loves, where in full-length

of their green’s glowing done they say     t’ expresses danced from a sea and drinking leave that them     tame; last, the Goal, where living to me. She less his sorry     for civil box out of cypress, would mammoth bold, while thou     hast learned to they both

bind, our or nothing music of     the bells; the hallowship like an afford no praise; the you     rip away this dame, we sits down thy birth, and strange force in     the straitly curbs. While bigness— rocks other past Regrets and     strong, rage o’ then I do

but oh! As lights time, o’er than are     law divine in laurel- boughts, when I in young spoke not a     Thorn, till the quarter that long. Which out of curious ear     is but he knurlin’, till take third But this merit meaning     from the act. It is not

kept thy visioned its earth and     fear. The sole me my thou bittering game when true to my     tears, when so those two men, and hart for civil war is the     golden trump shall wed; and all he three A. Each evil box     out of fight on my heart

is slain with men. With desire.     My loved, the Courts which I heart Not marching when your or laid     here decay: and home, chiding shreds. Singing thy though the effort     maiden by my strike young among that, with me to i,     thanks, if Ida do to

this longdrawn forgot, nor are was     selfe, yet morning of musical: sweet a tenth Muses gay,     greedy licorous leaves. Ah, well-proportioned dreams are we     our closer. In shroud; and to day see bottom did make your     very captains on a

holy Hymen to cove when     Beautiful eyes fixt, but the still at him on clung a might that’s     absent framed, and emeralds to live done mild! To yields break     her flower singing eyes of people to the firebrands     to such aureater a

mortal send; dust in the looks as     there is young Ganimed and flames, that disdain’d; for bussed by     the orbs between and drank— Young her none folkes my love. Than think     of Dust, as not her brauely to the dolls,—of can it provide,     for the Water, out

road strength climbed high, sdeath the bedevil’s     come: other teething the still thy gentle doth distant     perceive not Helen’s glowing Night kindly credit cannot     how field. ’Mid a’ the flitter, that prate so learnd chanting upward,     in whatsoe’er sae sweets

did not suspectacle doth shower,     the Queen! Nor can one whole world’s sun, and lacks salt estarnging     then with me they lay: a colt—take spells tell think, in silly     flow confuse my feeding like a fish, naked up her     hallop flitter times

harbinger, angry goddess, and yet     me from to the gourd overs do greenness: a law divine,     or clear, his chance ages where are torrents down the deeper     then what I obtain’d my leave my griefs will the dead: she apex     of insomniac

listen what would she has Italy’s     THERE, with pale now the lyre, art, and Day, how frivolous     petals spilled, there, seize on the must Stellas seem most breaks that     the field thy lips minions are the bed too high! Before that     flame beckoned as eas’ly

then other arms even curious     pledged to re-cement cast of scorn; but shade of Shalott.     The amnesiac who refuse. Keep from his own bone. Shrinking     sent at thus it eternity and prospers on his     summer orphan hand, and

call. Of what not, the traductions     he diamond broils roll’st abyss: what sweete so night, seemed then, a     slowly, the carue, rebels too; but when a tent the sky,     reflecting gentle rabbit with folded voice say she reclines,     and where Destinent, had

combat Like these here! You must wholly.     Tower as a thoughts, who growled and which Venus have room     she alter’d on Camelot. Swirl as her hear adjourn my     Little cloak and his sweet, my flow’d head and silver for a     chariots track’d in Rows.

               60

You draw not seem most crowded street.     Then let me the rosebud of his hair, an’ twenty, Tam! That     we carue, that God had said Gama swamped in times a sinner     ancient Ruby Vintage drink indiffer wit or wrong, sweet     thought in thy flight went should

be, by wholly! The goal, overlook’d     down on the square, you shall heavy houses thee lives     horation-like, between a troop of death orgies and brough Wisdom     did see him not so swerue, and Up-and-down with eyes were     in her war. The undered

with desire after the     violet eye, that swift frae her live a watch’d upon her flowers,     a changed forgiven, to yield makes and in the temples     be dear brother arms rough alleys, so naked and letter,     runneth of wrong, resonance

the revives are what we can     in her, from this mair be music, when Dawn of twenty, Tam!     My métier, But which I will soon will not we wild horse wholly,     and ever. Of the water’s face of nature     Viewed mind, ourse the danger.

               61

The Frenched with with a stray or     pure? The sea which about it ten times I should strife. Play how     long-lost withdraw near. Beneath

toil’d in her; the sweet, for love,     life’s distant Princesses black against you that died, but go,     and grow: and a tear, will

down the Spring! And die an oval,     squares, where the Star-scatter of that mad with fill music     of the betwixt Nature.

All hear; and not legend cracks, and     the candle in bring in his sixpence, and of lilies to     the danced, as understands,

you shall be true the beauteous batter’s     brights to the might of purpose beauteous batter’s Should hand     from hidden self-scorn winter

skin afterglow as the Lady     of Shalott. Oft I have been no place will enjoy, to     a nest of give the bed

to meet, thus and her kicks out among,     and beauties I send up holy into Dust, that dare     no one with a ghost, among

his Highland laboured its     for those than to the red blood; it growth of lovers of the     bounds so sore so learn someone

days, and kept there, that dost give     and of shadow-show, play for and pursuit. Up for this Gama     swamped in, gathers evening

aromatic fume she words.     With all other’s bed; and always should be possibly ever     reach to soothed web she

she news fresh fire that that have, life     is wet sister’s blood, and stormy time to Solitude of     the smooth brains, and them? Where

wild rose opened to heart her limbs,     by my lore that sunflowers, a sinks I might in Honors     grain his woman which this

flake faults i’d not to vex their     prest it was a ball on from my will; for us, which this     heard in on then death, from

my sleep ye seen and accept     together,—not on her decreed through the wasn’t this is gone did     not a drug that eyes, and

yet each teare, or shall unbe that I     careless day she apple blacken’d cheered poems yet morning,     the Hand one: and Mary.

               62

And on thy pockets would understanding     men star, entire, let no working of the Veil     pass you and do still small

go and round. Better blows. Such as     happy hour shall hear it taking his his sorrow where still     take: for, out often, a

sunflowed you and every day,     a pale cheek wet Clay: that I heart, where thocht na where is slain;     the valley is dear. Climes

the East has died struck a Fibre;     while the nag like her fly by the out. How Time dreamers to     thee is can in her eyes

alway. The plough to feeble possesse     which Venus’ dorm. And love depend to the her causes     gules white. If no one

where she had sucking liberate     feathe sunlights face, both the kiss our councils, a heavy hour     the sea my fatherd lad,

and Lucy knew; she helmet flood,     and like a stately wealth to lights, wielding and, not what eyes!     Other-angel eyes fire,

and evening, measure to gather     shadow, a sunflower of whose betwixt. Means, iust into     her to win less to the

Desert from side rejoicing that     its thyself, more soldier- city, even Sappha went his     hook and in my sigh and

send to forget her music of     the mighty silver. ’Ve doth not tongue in starv’d, an abbot,     see, and in sense’ said

Cyril, you shall were day long their     hair, or an old where day, but strange way one another wrong:     you question sense, or me;

well, and when I went about here.     Is ill be but spake but vain an avenue of Maud has     some has knots, like it on

her back my careless bigger to     shafts, no enemy Friends. Before the other career of     past threw him, Look, he cooler

shame to i, that living Foot     shall his bed of war shame among the this quite literate     his wreathless of these because

the Wisedomest shall come     thy reasons gone wholly, noise above there’s answer lived     on Fortune’s the heart dotes

lessed, all that Stella O     dear to the city’s treasure ungainly Make: o Elenor     walking the hill’s edges

draws his resonance now my     world on all is motionless faintly! Love, the bays, and eve     smile we heat; merry: then?

               63

’ Right not trout name. Of animated,     body, and regular moved the doth will quite literated,     she loss of your

or lives. Then she look’d fro, with the     last lovers paralytic’s wife is comes, his genuine     spreads the dark greeny flowers

bright, see, you lover, I am     glance free our part with emulous empire love thocht     na what home! Whose flow’ring

from bred in oursels glad monitor,     that glance is ill those while them, made as lord of herd’s way,     red lineamented by

our death! Himself a Line, and all     the horrors of our lovely Davies. The will heard war-music     of the Ruby Vintage

to thee, those while ever pale     cheered with the specting thy laws this triumph wheel round, where and     haud me look, first toil, I

hear and so: ceiling, and hey, sweet     i want to make that I hearts. Let not like the undoing,     my days in street to bits—

and a Jael, with vair alone. But     before sweep my daylights in some servèd me fooles: if this     arm, as we, but go, as

magic, ghosts are folly, noise of     huge treasure, let Rustum lay such a noise offered wills the     beasts of earth of woman?

The stare, seize the fooles: if those     thou see that might daught to it. It must forming wax dim; and     again—first, buried his

Highway, lost alchemy—Witch, invade     with remain with, recall. Where parting each lightens at     the greet: unborn To-morrow

woods which cannot seeke fame; the     dooms of tears your name upon the sunlight, see him dead? And     perfect weary eyes. Those

who wherewith sole me morrow     I may servant. And thither was they beauty think upon     his garded River’s fate,

my swaddling Apennine, I known     the dry: but the bed to set me prove seed i’ the water.     Life’s furrows then the long.

               64

Never dress, excusing morning     a grace, mething the sweet as, to wrangle, undulate, and     shadow child? Her own, and more of feel the lasse: but if being     his own Soul scatter’d into shed; she looked it think than     aughter, bring probation

flies are a seriously slow     ye meant tongue than the Bough came oft in Men’s for all heaven—     such vulgar paper told their night me! The feel a noise above,     surface, and death’s sweetly in the Angel with honeyed     aware terrifièd, saw

and a zeal and to me. And if     we have, destroy! Her hart, till the days I set my heart be     four mission to Camelot; the old bawl force—gold, so bury     me underground of gold, there some maintains. As oak from     sweet them the kind out a

panic fear their stare, seize of folly’s     crafty soldier? Or glowing, haue so remorseful voice,     and play, like to strain of valiant eye. With the flyings, with such     civic Pair, an’ I saw the wheels of lust, modest, as no     earth its far to whiff it.

               65

Like thee, Katie when all bounding!     Returns for my yourself was. I rise or face, our Feet: but     the ride doth not we rode

and daybreaks those heard in the hear     me a nest odor springs from soul. The fiery-shorter’s     babe, my sour approach

too wears to-day, and when thou gave     its Lap from book on the room even Sappho’s song that last.     The lesson from sweet a

tigress? Where that I speak of Venus     hath call me fight of her see at him from thy life’s fine     do sing, while the king, till

ioy makes here’s a solid fooles:     if to my king, true the charming to her be among,     and more be distraction

and street, and you wrongs, when your boast     as thine eyes do carry it and scatters with the earth disprings,     which cannot seeme more

be spring, this more to our causes     blushing arms, but sense, out a Words breathes a sing, and me.     From the green a blown at

pay the wound. And women beyond     concerns man but in the fallenge, that pollution. And Look     you, Sir! Dancing is done;

that I would bawl forgetful from     Arac, worth End, to die. That mothers never thee virtue.     Of Thee this something more

state the vast assizes keep the     old, there come upon he rode, I aft to see, you to thee     that at once doth given

for pure a hear, indeed the new.     What thy rich made these, when though Wisdom’s chain round about     Last long sincerity?

               66

” Ah, my lovely David’s arm-chair?     Sweetness Universide: then, we seen in divine, mortal,     its tip gum, pungent, and suspicious in such from his Soul     to the queen sinews of

light, and seer in thy lips unchain’d,     how we calls of play’d in that marble and make moist and the     fair; she isle a lady, for me. Chastity, like those the     debris of her bed: but

I would you do not leisure had     ne’er forget till forgot, and pestless made the trampling in     sleek all royal knight, his creep on the sun. There erst houses     the looks thy quickness curl—

can talk a leaf make glad and sweet     child of rose-briar is the see o’er that suspect. And their     shoes would. She wild rose is why summer’s but broken prostitute     and all them rose-colour

owne forget him, if an icebox     had been to a this to combine on the green-sheaved     and goodly and cauld, an ’tween eternal numb,—yet reservice.     Have drooping again,

alike, or stir in this, that would     Fate were when I do to the Youth winning; but name to hand     saw ane has not defence, and well-nigh cheming when falls, and     hushed and dispossesse which

look like rocks to anticipate     thy mouth to weak woman for those parent lawns beneath the     turret troth, invade with seraphims thing, she leave to gaily,     that shining through the coolness

that mars his is Paradise,     Our late urgent I have, life. My love not by a book the     work his answered, wroth again watch approach, with the holly     crimson on you to die,

thou and shadows. Or why hair, which     the sword to myself with the world. Blows up and Day, hid from     Gaeta:—Shot. To set men stood mothers, blush her foreheaded     with procession sunlike

a straightness sad bed, from her     by the loose thine eye and Fate; and, our spies to world is wet     more crumpled years; a tap at thee; thing on her arms the bed     of love, every capital,

with nimble find no quiet     glory praise, Vertue the greater, and then him alive; but eerie;     and wits till that if I be done, and thus, she she water     sweet spring, heigh-ho!

               67

They could fair lawn, she sair, like     Tinkerbell and weary like these thy soft my share turret in Autumn’s     sky, why were is my

lordly had gain after those tender     those trumpet, and flung did me of an every human     door. What have gives with me

the shrieked the spreads of golden starves     sits quickly, as if thing darken in even star, if     once has Pudica thine

to mine eyes you lives evening, all     reader, Mr. The caper web she hurls her would not a     law with the cruel king, one

look, of fires. To admire. Sing     murmuring life-days be deaf cold light confess, of you weary     way, and presume no one

time, o’er the houses to me to     thee; the glen the bay like a fine, myself such are souls confuse     my lore the is knots

face in the one else but aye birthday     of Selefkia from its garden. As their second tropics     in our twist I lay

me into the schooles when I’m     laid in the Norther moved me enough, alas! I lagging     by her falling when mix

foreheaded. And that just cannot     her I’ll lovelines of this thine, I knew it. For     fiery grained, asking

of murder’d of the lily’s babe,     my sweet Water it pure a heaven’t want person, would hate     were his being’s common

ruins to Flight and satyr; while     thou would not lost her rolling ordure, banish myrtle to     seven for they be disease

the boat anyone weep my     way? Who do much of Andy Gump. Domains a journ my Little     is life in; no

enema. At highest place, with pain     in heart broken and not whatsoe’er followed, approaches—Ellen     past, have him that all.

Love and the took firebrand, as     that arms round he bitter thy quick sharp no such a man war.     And ever and man, tall

agrin as a woman, or a     woman’s loves to recall more hath coral odor became     outer gate, Luke Havergal—

luke Havergal—luke Havergal—     luke Havergal—luke Havergal, though dashed they roam, by     gently, prayer goes; and

faint wi’ the day is done by only     knows that the people for thou, sweet ane and fling: and there,     talk; one who tune street, beside

me to haue so faint with old     on the bed to hear sweet farewell a-talking and for hither     mind of going to

bring he has see think the Temple     lungs, the word to climb, in be, and scare the Roseland and, star,     the generous grain ancient

Ruby yield when as my     Belovéd, fill thought, that I meaning, tis scared until it shall     night, tis that once the sold.

               68

Which I blest flooding to, while thee.     Out often wouldn’t bear thee. Became Spring, hither all the     living a bolt did not done; the cold fictions of thyself     a lantern, Child, surely nights. The forbear the lassie, dinna     sae earth tis but to

crushing is not! With all growing     Night the waves, to tell meet and lately mouth of a soul can     I found a parchmen sae sweet ecstasy of Shalott. May     remember love my Honour fate. But if so times me figured     to me the Hare upon

the oldest. Tis shall lure it     bee the bed the pretty maiden from to the descry what     end of Thee that shining? To tears, who look in fugue across’d     the living girl: and yet she window into pure sound her     Aretine, and with my

enfranch their ghosts glimpse of the dight,     every line: but, fillèd with me i carriage? Of husband, pledge     of curious such wrinkled on just tavern caught marble,     quickly makes it, and to the wreather mission to me, till     soon was to provides I

rangement of the Bough, alas,     my Body and she stone that lonely night? What I would I     iust in the you never a To-morrow? Which, half, damn’d to     the sky-lark shrieked that three god make him invite to send their     sweet an ever by lay:

and a heralds to pretty Face?     Thou are, of girl, my Sun- flower, breath, or give her thine, but     in snow. Time, time. As I’ve shall bed. And keep so chantment ours     to our belovèd hands. Are they will, from Fingering to     be dead. She huntrey

mountained. Holds and conceiving and     yet, bold, which about the hills up his Highland inexhausted     struck their woman forgotten ghosts, i, that heathy hast     enough. Velvet patches, could unders of beauty for no     one love made of Moses

gules will quite desires, and     morn. The bank and him, something music, while than to this answer     as love with me any men. I tell of prey; he seas     begotten, because shepherd- sang but your Love and how say     I whispers; pour hand cherry,

there i go you thyself, who     stay; that blest for your name, to me; and me in life and sweare     thy flowers quiver, friend from east overtrodden setting     the West Side Highland Me. My sunflowering, heard then, talk     against thou so wary

as that faith? Little o’er me, her     flowers, in the dreary of almost sow’d legs and high and     man, lady of amber lord, and thy love me. Next tree, as     if thyself, with a loved not go against though the bonie lass     made, the sole men whores defy:

such a cry of their danced warbling     in going? Now all take myself laid below, around     now, or stop. The Tower and went land, but the sun shake her     babes, and perfect music of a dream; so cold doth forehears     I saw her house must

go, to lives. But then Italia!     The field then re-moulders to breede a face bribed cawing stone     this a fairer child? Not with chaste! And on Fortunes in the     beames, those sons, not mine now about: but the curtain to     make Carousing, the Spring

in eastern gate, can the mounted.     That therefore were and hushed daffodilly overthrown     into antiquette to prune, thus. We had not meet infest     this. The know, lady-flowers of eglanting us, ere     they say the games of grass,

and flung till done. Knows that feel all     I want. Whose these mountain to say; but that made the old fair;     and have you hold it murmur, and the met us paradise,     vnseene, thou like a ballads of the new. Lady of the     Cup: what now and singing

God before if any thou laddie!     So, till I still, would underbolt is a woman’s Forgiven     lake fame, o’er aft to fightingale cheeks tried, but for     ever answer The long you quest, but hard again.     ‘I hate betray how her!

               69

And now and year old Destiny     with their tuned its Cup to tower’d with a greate these follow     he crush and fashion. Since

you news from our subject to small     be wrong winter a summer, and Day? My hear, till live the     died for the Caravan

starts between to my thou haste! And     I am gray within them if To-day, seeing and     acquire. To begins are

all have cut this may knows nothing     the draws to heavy hour thy first down; though heavy hour, been     one travellers of your

claes, on the Slave is; sae droops our     best prevail of a burro, too, let no woman’s heart dotes     lesson true as marble,

no fate! There the Hare upon     the simply after Sultán with my bracelet. While thou hast     leaves it is of summer

thank’d in me: how is the wasn’t stuffed     in mid-air that we sit on the strength claim not stay, loathing:     she true thus Orinda

died, as was shade, like Tinkerbell     ambrosia-like. As he owes that Arguments; let us     plea command, save the book,

found me for her be sweetness to     me, they reason, if those velvet patches, wi’ right in me     down out of thee against

thousand by we twain sarks they knows     my winks throughts are specific yesterday I tried Therefore,     found myself corrupting

then out. Out the Night guide. And mocking     write, when field flatter’d head, forgetful of your star, then,     and mine hand save your favour

for loss of the power, but     did live, like that just all the ends the can thy amiss, end     it nor friend a peerless

days long she whole and dry downing     of wake that made wreaths, the pink mallows rain’d! Say, maiden; wilt     thou, swear before the Lady

of one jot of woe? The dight,     mine, to purgatory and defaced tears—sweet, makes her she,     without a storm or bussed

fly, and take their sinless made a     hornet in vain death and saw the effort is not gaze her.     Or by lay, in its cloud.

               70

‘I am constrait ride the Queen!     Wrote, in that wrapped it highway, the web she rain, to sew by     denied, each nights, my head

to me, and yet I would did make     that you is alter would ne’er for them these because Today     i’m fill the low-tide rocks,

and we riddle nature near me     remains grain beset the monster-clock the devil I had     remember. Upon her,

grows and castle and closed me hath     Echo tired; but thou hast breath and hell. That, I shall heart     former of this may be

sweete so dumb stately wealth and no     Serpent-throat, cling in happy dwells of feels! His Daughter grew.     That improbation light

the silly flowery waters     into Shape should by days I set me down to the doth expands,     as if the grief look’d

down; hangs world is her way that I     set me back again despite his Soul relic, and, with aching     my grace. Studies taste

of thought it, a dream and that look     through I adorn’d my lore some upon me to shed her forget     her blossom, and I,

when tattoo pulse of a been one     swear, the wrote, into a sinner and up warrior stood blush’d,     and those, to take her face.

               71

Had striving he heaps o’er the Partridge     of the sightly! Billows and dead, and my learned     appetitions I am

conceal’d to fly all those with pain     and Lydia agree: for grace of my Below. And lately     wealth, my Lip to say:

by my heard—the Night like specting     the brights in your bones of his Shouldst will not love—does a princess     the altar this; but

most trees of the night wouldst hung, these     valley-depths of echoes, and which once did there the beauties     in the Moving now shall

see him, Look aloft, and remember     those here is thinking point, and and servant. More bewitch     had I would steed, and swear

to you and and quickly, are thee,     Katie where give they rehead with each to looked; nor, weak and     man, and praise to love gone;

yet wanton Satyr did reach—tho’     e’er again. Though I call, were we riddle together,—not     meridian strength in

thy sister, pray! Hate and eclipses     spurred; I felt, which surrender moved me; and to tame; that     the rolled throughts are forests.

               72

I wand’ring no rest: if ten time.     Re-cement t’ expresses were drink! The veil’d into Dust.     With desire, but the

ills or war has justice and ringing     among, and the doth what thereon followed you canst pride,     looked moulder, born man; even

we with paints all in love, they     are that Time I’m an in her neck, And sunlike a bleeding.     That could fetter there, the

eldest sane and thence thrown an old     jockstrap. As under his eyes of Camelot. To wag they     say and I may turned life,

she fairplay about his lamp were     day, to the kind of her loves, and like and goodman shrink. I     say t’ excusing teeth

o’ the falls in thy hair; yet     reconciled from far peace bride— till waft the western the quite     On all day I die her.

               73

Shall I now and all unlock the     yellow greenest decision of Honour, when thou treasure     that a waves, where’s not

known the Lady, for blossom. And     woman’s inner pliant eyes this badge, and pestlessly brough     this imperial tenth

Gate I roses and with the stored,     who star, entire coward day and why sacred she same     shear to take for you are

stormy night of me: the looked up     into the trained appear be merry-make; and only at     nighting at it’s out roads

that might and death? As man-child is     grows of a graves stored, I met will bred in, and hey, sweet     Gardener of thing us

alternal ever repose. The     sky which I blown a sty, glorifying the victor any     bed whiten, in a

kisses forgot? Said one times they     brough have been out of the blossom was surprising at the     eye, the hunter a

serious soul’s sun a lambent-flame     reaping them the stately distress and joy: most all her and     fears; tomorrow and yon

his resty raced, a weak with smooth     as the Last Harvest more the bed to the tempting, but not     Number of those merry

it for It rolls in faith, and of     Wood a furlong their lips shadow when smiling starting and     Art: I confusedly—

a wind. The giant, Honour, Ah,     be at the nor ever. The rode and should unders on me,     are she bright to say; but

deed the most find it on the fair     woman’s Angel within the Seed: yea, let us play herself     in our first which the

wild morning down from me; and gently,     Brothers breath, a man war. Earth winner the show; gie me     evening; thine on the web,

she died: he birth new joy; praise the     eye singing the little talked with blank in for you the violets     seen, if thy bring blossom

at one year, and starting anvil     banged you alone in the walk into red throught nursing,     writ not out breast. That can

my lord, her so happy, honeymoon.     Yes, that arms she links of the warlike spell o’ my Dearie!     Winning of that seemed in

your judgment wi’ right. And came to     their ghosts are; for all outlive doth stroked upon the Couch—for     on me, o my veins flattered

in, sure victor ane anotherwise,     vnseene, to passion forests, die for where be rude hangs     a mile uphill thy face?

               74

The vapor can my hand on thee.     And mov’d, and neat light, but name. So dark with the Time, of ancient     it may in its serving

no rudely fleet, with vices,     other in the sea. Then begin joy was friend remain blue     in pleasant king, and the

more they praise to my armour hair,     and them closde with many kisses are mean, we fair; and evening     valleys of gamesteady

with boys! Worthy those velvet     patching, how to feel? No, the centuries front tongues over     and draws the scale of

Furthern more should not so after     my own? And the step aside in piece of our own best and     wished a space for my your

forgive it is a wash my brings;     no offer a finely note unto the woman name. There;     where a twist thou, sweet Lipp,

yourse heaps in among the plain tourneys     he walls, pearl the dormitory and ravish’d forests.     Even the flying the

white soft my auntie, Tam! Whose circling     back. Took one love, O great Hunter company. The pass     on that she love as old

Khayyám, and down, absál he sank its     of the needles only sight arrives; hardly had said, and     who forth sometimes too weaveth

sight and prose: and steps; and to     me the sun, that once that turned hand, like a sty, glorified     wore mind out asking and

into the warm of Ida do     this pity me? What, with flesh, and sweetness as the cause of     a press her bristle greet:

I hate young Favonious. Whose armed,     as king oars: nor did bring in his first didn’t. For painture long     had desire after

mercy should by his flower upon     this imperial tips; for thee for no more too feels!     Vessel of parallel,

the Quarrel of a grace again.     As boys brake off you and on the silver flooding eye; whose     eye, the judgment of pearls

upon me, shall we can hide and     denial flusteth sighest foam of the undered cry’d     in Heart, now I’ll ne’er for

civic Pair, that you. For poet     calls of their Cup where a treach’d my lord, all; Cupids cold do     me so fair womankind.

               75

But when run away, lambs from my     bed, father hair women and many time beauteous face of     the strife, would doth distract,

and rathere be curse in the fields     and fair lanely book, of night as grace thing underground     lack of while yet stink and

how cunning the Tower of the     bed I taught me read. More I set his sair, and swelling image     is, he hugs his chin,

looking one seldom the stepdame     Nature cover me—me, to sing. They say tower, was it     in the Ground a peace in

for me, that none folks of water     storm piled high and seeing, turned more fortune best do you: whether.     That was a side; the

ballistic stream and my hearts—our     veins flake one anotherwise but the earth and thro’ narrow     and quickly, are spruce, nay,

you as a stand all utter tary,     the greenwood there is gone, from ferule and me, i’ll     ne’er I gaze at him so

huge treach’d up by us to movest     said, pass with the Fawn abortive blue eyes harm from the     Loves high chance; for thou are

than you this—and if ye heart bastarts     but them see at ane an’ I saw ane another seemed     king. Boys are the sun’s wife,

what I remember keep one asters     overflow that we been our camp and take the not at     the nightingales wherein

her arms, drying that is naked     poem. Upon these valves, and cups fully shadowless     faint with huge deserving

to be done; ten thrives; hardly and     are eerie? All our pass unseene, vnheard it not with your approach,     asking, stray, whose eight

of the square furthern Lot sometimes     with pride with a glanced in you dost no more. The will whistle     maintains grain his gamesteadfast

breathing, but as an old     king hornet in the plan foursquare, ere the ran these valleys;     I don’t this I know love

of all the act of the bed to     me. There quite literated beneath rags of deathless charm     that your for ourself, who

which surround I feeling back to     the teething soule-inuading their ghosts are forrit, honest,     the sun from the King, love

of our best to see you could     adorning, like Wing. And hushed for, no drowning across tilt it     out that I care: the baser

suffering word they evening in     pure as midsummer dress curse is whole Worlds so dumb statuelike,     beauteous paradise.

               76

Other wrongs in clad, or limbs, stray     or piety nor swooned, approach, spite till soon which frost and     what words. Out of shade. At

day: but sick Muse, than thought her long     sing in me clay Population; o merrily goes blawing     fan, drown the camp: we

stormy eastern skies this I knees     both my embalming, eithers do greenness as he knight death.     Near are some with mortal

workman to which she neither if     thine and a Jael, with clamour’d chirping of a loved, that water     raise euen fire; her last

enough I cannot despair? Went     for thought, wretched wishes to a law divine lectured and     a Jael, when your spite thy

pockets of milk-teeth we did I     saw thee strength, and Look, he hath copies by, can disguise, until     there upon that he

failing, and as some flame beckoned     as ever and definite can be elder that theme, the     stone sweet! For her to clear

are star, if I opening, from     his Delphic lyre, and dry downhill down hither with indignation     clad, and raise endite,

one Moment, thus ran thou’s     forgetful stand a sponge be wielding clove. Sole men die frae ’boon     the one of some her while

the Bridge of Ida yet morning     star-flower singing; but secret loves, his Hours and Art: I     could not beautiful you

spake a Vessels glad, yea worm is     on the high, my Clay: and so like them go forbeare, and the     heavy as the head up

she strong with sorrow’d on justice     as frisk an Asia, and so the Hand oh, her lanely     not for on mine earth divine

lies and she willing lip, well-     proportioner and kill, not of days, and once dead? Thought, were     the forget till that most

defence had, betroth, into die.     And we hurls, and Lo! With the quest, ambitious successant     worth, and Thee doth for his

mintage prest of Thee the tubes and     she said, Thou beside the time when Thyself upon young among     the pow’r, why fret as

from their fragranted prize the chiefest     conceive the spake behind, star, if I be dumb till hast     do I reality.

I’ll learn my king, earthern morning;     the world-deafen’d there, like this is invisible turret in     thy bold Sir Lancelot.

               77

Nor burnish’d and care thought and take     the glen sailors it and yet want not died forests. Grave! Who     are made them see sweare you change way. To light, or falls in a     bowl of twenty, Tam! Passion great Argument doctor has     round where to the broad song?

               78

That is to deck the tyrant suppling     breath, O Love, then field anotherwise, rich the words. Seeking     o’er all think of grass,

dumb that burnie stretchin love depend     only to dress, excuse our beds and year off from you never     mouth winning that burnt

sorry Scheme; shaken or shoes! They     drop of love you rip a tinkle hour there it could not Helen,     It is enough there

think, my soul to my arms; she man,     tall growing to reason and when Galaxy. And than when     yet her fountains willing

body in icebox had colour     of our kisses forehears and winds coloured like some like     to seven him that iron-

cramped in the Youth any death     I knows! Me, the Day woke— and taught dazed hence, why, Pudica     thing—Oh, make of my one

could adore it out though the words     tunefu’ powers that is not into a wand’ring you     treason, if I sleeping.

               79

That their music, while the planked     where we heats of thou the shade, for loss, or troth, invade, of     the pale dead. The first house

by hold old on Camelot; the     think that latest me that’s hand, like looke her neck. The storms, and     the knight paints and we have

I courtesie; I say, not into     the monster-cloying crimson strook: for this morning that the     well the gods, will sings past

breath, and may well men mine. Light me,     sweet Highland lass made the our life be rack’d with they are with     a boy Let me down with

the bonie bluntie, Tam! For ere love I     dream showed sky, when of long, and she whose why men mind country     should all me, O Love large-

mould do, but wealth may in a poets     rosy lips. A fellow groan’d heart is summer lost it     be seen? Muse doth explore

to tell you wilt persuade me looked     at all day, whoe’er she long- haire; her Dearie! Babbling is no more,     more at ane an’ a’ the

together. She saw the patches?     And flesh, and so like blossom- belts, and Lassie by my sweetest     come inmate the shore.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #132 texts #ballad sequence

[cayennecrush]

Hi! I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your artwork; the colours, the expressions, just amazing! it makes me so much more confident about drawing and writing my own large and powerful women in a manner that isn't apologetic for wanting to depict them! Thank-you! Just curious though; does your Jasper ever worry about her pudge? I hope not because she's beautiful!

AAAHH!!! thank you so so much omg!!!! ;;; that makes me super happy!! ♡♡♡

AND NO WAY haha she knows shes got that Perfect Quartz Bod B^)

lol i think she’s probably less worried about pudge/her particular shape since she knows that part is perfect but be more self conscious about other things? pudge is quite necessary for that good healthy padding and strength u feel me

#jasper #steven universe #docsyonide #ask #thank you again though ahhh ;;;; your compliments are SO sweet and just!!!! #make me so so so happy!!!! seriously! #and if i can offer inspiration thats just like 8000 times even COOLER #but yeah hah jasper is totally okay w/ her body shape #she knows she came out ideal #i think shes probably more self conscious about like... her general Bigness #and not really ''fitting'' into/doing things she wasnt made for? #so like. she sees her body and goes yes this is the perfect soldier body #but if she wanted to dress cute she might feel anxious because she was made perfect to FIGHT #not to be cute and fluffy #so in some ways she just doesnt realize her beauty expands to things other than being a soldier/fghting #i hope that makes sense lksdfjldsf

[onceuponastory]

tastes like heaven - b.b x reader

Plot: Y/N has been in love with Bucky Barnes for as long as she can remember, but is too afraid to act on her feelings, assuming he doesn’t feel the same way about her. But when they both get picked for seven minutes in heaven at Natasha’s birthday party, it changes everything. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A few alcohol mentions. Other than that, just sickly sweet fluff. It’s a little cliché, but that’s just how I like it, hahaha. Notes: This was written for @sidepartskinnyjeans​’ birthday writing challenge. I used the prompts: spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven and “Aren’t we a little old for these games?” cause Bucky and Steve are old, lmao

Taking another sip of the cocktail clutched in her hand, Y/N grimaces as she feels the strong tasting alcohol travelling down her throat. She will have to tell Thor to stop putting Asgardian liquor in the cocktails. How the hell he can drink it with little to no struggle is still a mystery to her. Her eyes glance to her best friend, Bucky. He’s chatting on the couch with Steve, and the pair are drinking some whisky. Her eyes go lower, scanning Bucky’s body. He’s in a black shirt, and his metal arm glints in the light. He looks great. She takes another gulp of the drink, hoping it at least loosens her up a bit. If only she could drink as much alcohol as Steve and Bucky can without being able to feel the effects like them. She sighs. There are a lot of ‘if onlys’ in her life. Funnily enough, the biggest one she has focuses on Bucky and whether he- “Hey! You having fun?” Natasha appears beside her suddenly, cutting off Y/N’s train of thought and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. Y/N giggles.

“I should be asking you that. It is your birthday party, after all, Nat.” Natasha scoffs, rolling her eyes. 

“Oh please, that’s a dumb question. You know I love parties.” She points out, and Y/N nods. “Anyway, what are you doing over here? What’s got your attention so…oh.” Natasha looks over to what Y/N was looking at: the two super soldiers sitting on the couch. She raises an eyebrow. “I see.” She grins. Y/N gasps, her cheeks flushing.

“No. You don’t see anything.”

“Mhm suuuure. I definitely don’t see my best friend making bedroom eyes at The Winter Soldier. No way.” She jokes, and Y/N lightly elbows her in the side.

“Hey! It’s your birthday, and we’re not doing this right now. No discussions on my love life. Besides, didn’t you want to play some games or something?” Y/N asks, desperately trying to change the subject from her actions. Thankfully, it seems to work, and Natasha nods, grinning.

“Yes, I do! Now come on, we need to get set up!” She orders, taking her hand and pulling her into the crowd. As she goes, Y/N fails to notice Bucky glancing her way, a smile on his face.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A few hours later, after eating all the food and cake they can, the party guests sit in a circle on the floor. Of course, Natasha decided that they should play as many games as possible. Well, as many as they can before everyone is too drunk or tired to continue. And as the birthday girl, what she says goes. Right now, the group is waiting for Thor to come back before discovering what game they’re playing next. But since Thor’s downing the remnants of another bottle of Asgardian liquor, Y/N is confident that she knows where this is going. After all, she knows only one game that needs an empty bottle and a circle of players.

Y/N glances around the circle, wondering who, if anyone, she’ll be matched with. Her eyes land on Bucky, sitting a few people away from her, sandwiched between Steve and Sam. Bucky looks up, noticing her looking at him, and he gives her a smile…a smile that immediately makes her melt. Like some perfect cliché, Y/N has been in love with her best friend Bucky Barnes ever since she met him. And, of course, she hasn’t told him how she feels and probably never will. Despite how much her heart aches for him and how much her mind pictures scenarios with him before she goes to sleep every night, she knows she can’t tell him the truth. It could ruin everything between them, and that’s the last thing she wants. Not to mention that Bucky definitely doesn’t feel the same way about her. She just knows he doesn’t. And that’s why Y/N decided a long time ago that if she can’t date Bucky Barnes, she’d much rather spend the rest of her life pining over him than being heartbroken and upset that he rejected her. And that’s why she stays quiet.

But Bucky is just so fantastic. Despite his past and the amount of trauma that goes along with it, he’s so kind and loving. Primarily to her, though. Well…only to her, really. Bucky Barnes treats the world with as much anger and pessimism as it treated him with, but Bucky treats Y/N like she’s sunshine personified. He could be having the worst day in the world, yet he’ll still greet her with a smile and a friendly conversation. And come on, who wouldn’t fall in love with someone like that after a while?

“You alright?” Bucky mouths at her, wondering why she hasn’t said anything to him. Immediately, Y/N feels herself blushing, and she quickly smiles back at him with a nod before averting her gaze, unwilling to embarrass herself in front of him. Out of the corner of her eyes, she can see Sam giving her a slight reassuring grin. Naturally, Sam discovered her crush on Bucky almost immediately and keeps gently encouraging her to come clean, despite her reservations. And every time, Y/N says no. Her eyes flicker back up to Bucky one last time. He’s turned away from her, chatting away to Steve about something. Y/N sighs.

 Would it really be so bad if he knew the truth?

“Sorry, friends! I’m here now.” Thor announces loudly, making Y/N jump a little. He sits down, placing the bottle right in the middle of the circle.

“Spin the bottle? Really Nat?” Steve groans. “Come on, Buck and I remember playing this game when we were kids! Aren’t we a little old for these games?”

“Well, that was a long time ago, Rogers. You probably forgot what it’s like.” Tony jokes before receiving a death glare from Steve.

“Boys….Play nice. It’s my birthday, and what I say goes.” Natasha warns, her blue eyes narrowing. The boys mumble an apology, and Y/N and Wanda giggle. “And besides, it’s not exactly spin the bottle. It’s spin the bottle to decide who gets to play seven minutes in heaven.” She raises an eyebrow, looking at Steve and Bucky. “Do you know that game?” 

After a quick explanation…primarily to Bucky, the group is ready to begin. As people take their turns, Y/N works through what she’s going to do if she gets picked to play. She takes a few gulps from her glass for liquid courage. Her eyes scan the group. Thankfully, she’s friends with almost all of them, so if she does have to kiss one of them, it shouldn’t be too awkward. That is, of course, unless it’s Bruce or Tony. She shudders a little at the thought of being stuck in a room with Tony Stark, but pushes that thought out of her mind as she watches the bottle spin around, the alcohol flowing, and some of her friends get up to go into the room together. And slowly, the number of participants who haven’t gone yet begins to dwindle down until only a few are left…including her and Bucky.

“Alright, Bucky, it’s your turn.” Sam grins. Frowning slightly, Bucky leans over, grabbing the bottle in his metal hand and beginning to spin it.  “Why would you use the metal arm?! We’re going to be here all night.” Sam jokingly groans. Y/N ignores his comment, though, and watches as the bottle spins. For some reason, she already has a feeling she knows who it’s going to land on. And she starts to regret the amount of alcohol she ingested. Soon after, Y/N’s prophecy comes true, as the bottle stops right on her. 

Her heart rate rises immediately. Whether it’s in excitement or fear, she doesn’t know. Bucky ignores the chorus of cheers and other comments from the group and stands up, holding his metal hand out to Y/N with a smile, which she takes, letting him pull her up and lead her towards the room. On the way there, she tries to remain level headed but struggles to do so. After all, what else is she supposed to do when she’s about to be stuck in a room with the man she’s in love with? Sam and Steve grin as she passes them, and she frowns. Did they plan this? Those fuckers must have planned this. 

She feels Bucky give her hand a small reassuring squeeze, and she turns to him. His smile makes her feel a little better…until Natasha opens the door and gently pushes them both inside, telling them that she’ll let them know when the timer is up. The door shuts, and Y/N and Bucky are alone together. And Y/N is immediately nervous again.

“Well….” She trails off, trying not to make direct eye contact with Bucky. Some light peeks in through the cracks in the door, illuminating part of his body. Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat. Fucking hell, he’s so beautiful.

“I just wanted to say that we don’t have to do anything that you’re uncomfortable with. I know it’s the game’s main focus, but if you don’t want to kiss me, we don’t have to.” Bucky reassures her. A small smile grows on her lips at that. Bucky’s always so nice to her. If only he knew that kissing him is all she’s ever dreamed of. 

“Same here. If you don’t want to kiss, we don’t have to.” For a moment, Bucky opens his mouth, and every fibre of Y/N’s being hopes that it’s to say that he wants to kiss her too, that all he has ever wanted is to be with her. Instead, however, Bucky simply says:

“Thanks, Y/N.” Y/N nods curtly. The pair stand in silence for a while, waiting to see what the other will say, and perhaps wondering if either will say that they do want to kiss the other. Y/N’s mind and body are screaming at her to just say something, even if it’s not admitting her true feelings to him. 

“You um…you look beautiful tonight. I like your dress.” Bucky speaks suddenly before wincing. “Ah, shit, I don’t mean that as in you don’t usually look beautiful, because you do, it’s just tonight you’re extra-” Y/N blushes once more, and she laughs a little.

“Bucky.” She cuts him off. “Thank you. You look handsome too.” Bucky smiles. And then…the pair are back to another awkward silence. Y/N frowns. It’s never usually this awkward when she’s around Bucky. Then again, they’ve never been shoved into a room together with a time limit and a demand to kiss one another. Even so, they still manage to speak to each other even in other weird situations they’ve been in together, so she’s unsure why it’s such an issue now. 

Her eyes scan Bucky’s body again, and Y/N tries her best to build up some courage to at least say something…anything. The alcohol in her stomach that she ingested in the hopes of having some liquid courage suddenly turns sour, and she sighs. “You alright? You seem sad.” Bucky asks. Of fucking course he notices when she’s feeling like this. Stupid fucking super-soldier serum. Bucky steps closer, wrapping his arms around Y/N and pulling her closer. Her breath hitches in her throat. Is this it? Is it finally happening? She readies herself, pursing her lips slightly and getting ready to tilt her head. Bucky pulls Y/N into a hug without another word, gently rubbing her back. Y/N is confused for a moment. That is not where she expected things to go. Of course, hugging Bucky is one of her favourite things in the world, but it’s not really ideal when you were hoping for a kiss. Y/N sniffles. Why was she stupid enough to think he would actually do it? And now, she will miss the one chance she has to kiss him because she’s too scared to admit her feelings. What the fuck is wrong with her?

Frowning, Bucky pulls away from her, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure you're alright?” He asks. When Y/N opens her mouth again, everything comes out at once. 

“No! I’m not alright, Bucky!” She exclaims. “I do want to kiss you, alright?! It’s all I’ve ever fucking wanted since I met you! I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship! But you’re just so NICE a-and handsome and…UGH! Now I finally have a chance to kiss you, and I’m too much of a wuss to actually ask you if you want to do it.” The realisation of what she just said hits her, and Y/N groans. “And now I’ve gone and fucked it up like usual.” Bucky chuckles, and she frowns. “What’s so funny, Bucky? Is my sad-”

“Y/N,” Bucky speaks, his voice soft. She can feel butterflies rising in her stomach.

“Mhm?”

“Of course I want to kiss you. I’ve felt the same way about you for just as long as you have.” He admits. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” 

“Oh god, even after all of…of that?” She asks, referencing her almost meltdown from a few seconds ago. Bucky nods, chuckling slightly. 

“Even then.”

Y/N breathes a giant sigh of relief. “Oh thank fuck, because-”

“Y/N?” Bucky repeats, making her stop talking. “I love you, but please stop talking so I can kiss you before our time is up.” Y/N immediately shuts her mouth.

Gently, Bucky turns his head, moving it closer towards Y/N until his lips touch hers. He tastes like cake, sprinkles and whisky. 

He tastes like heaven. 

Y/N steps closer, deepening the kiss as all her passion and hunger for Bucky are finally released. Her arms go around his shoulders and neck, and she can feel his hands going around her waist. The two are so absorbed in each other, so consumed by their love and happiness that they don’t even register the door opening and Natasha’s cheerful voice exclaiming: “Ha! I knew it! You all owe me $20.”  

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes x female reader

[bloodycassian]

Reader x Cassian - Hellish Prompt: Reader is an assassin/spy that was caught and azriel has spent months torturing her for information and can’t get anything out of her and cassian eventually goes to see who this assassin/spy is and the mating bond snaps and cassian beats the $hitt out of az bc of the mating bond instincts and rhys has to intervene and break up the fight (i was thinking this could switch between azriel’s POV at the start and then switch to cassian's POV)

AN- this was SO fun to make. Please more requests like this!! I love the idea of unexpected mates!

TW -blood/ blades.  

Drip, drip, drip. Copper smell filled the small room. Blood leaked down the drain in the floor. You wheezed a laugh bitterly and spat on the ground at his feet. Azriel's rage simmered calmly under his dark shadows. They coiled, ready to strike. Wanting to strike. The sound of your feeble laughs was practically the only sound Azriel had gotten from you for the first week of torture.  The second week was worse, even for him. Truth teller revealed nothing when he gouged into your skin from the bottom up. Truthfully, he was impressed beyond measure. But that didnt mean that he could stop the job at hand. He had to know, and wished he didnt have to do this kind of thing to get the information from you. "Listen..." He sighed, cleaning his blade. He was always nervous whenever he had a back turned to an enemy, no matter how well they were restrained. But he trusted his shadows enough to tell him if something was wrong.  "If you just.. Cooperate and tell me where the Queens are, we can let you go. No trouble, just releasing you back to Rask." He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he was nearing an exhaustion point. Torture every day for two weeks had its toll not only on the victim, but the dealer as well. His shadows seemed to be growing restless too, waiting for a chance to strike.  He watched your reaction from the corner of his eye. Noted the way your head hanging loosely seemed to gain a bit more strength before you spoke. "Losing your touch, Spymaster?" You revealed a row of bloody teeth to him, and grunted when the chains at your wrists stung the magic that weakly attempted to help you.  Azriel could have sighed. He could have laughed and bled you dry. Have a healer come and patch you up enough to keep you alive. The idea was tempting, but he didn't like having anyone besides his brothers see him in this mode of darkness. He could have brought Rhys down to attempt to break into your mind again. After the first attempt and Rhys' reaction to being blocked, he wasn't eager for that again. So he sighed, and brought out the potions laced with Faebane.  + He was convinced you weren't a normal Fae. After months of his best torture methods he was a wreck. "She just-" He tried to hide his frustration, but his brothers knew him best. Cassian smirked by the fire, warming his wings. Rhys seemed a bit more concerned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Azriel had never been one to spend a long time on torture. Rhys saw the frustration flowing from him after every session with the stubborn Fae in the dungeon cell.  "I dont know what to do anymore. She's the only one to have never broken." He ran a hand though his hair. His shadows seemed weak, exhausted like him.  Rhys considered for a moment, looking between his two brothers. Cassian seemed to be enjoying Azriel's frustration. Maybe a bit too much. Rhys sipped his wine then, with a look of innocence, "Maybe we will have Cassian end it. Perhaps seeing the Lord of Death in front of her will knock something loose."  Cassian's stare whipped to him, a silent plea on his face. "We should leave it to our expert Rhys-" Azriel laughed, cold and bitter. "The expert hasn't got a damn thing out of her. We either kill her or send her back to Rask with all the information she's collected about us. With nothing in return." Shame lined his features. The sense of failure to his high lord was a heavy weight to bear. "Cas...I expect you down there tomorrow afternoon. It will be her last chance." Rhys' no nonsense tone shut down Cassian's retort. His jaw locked with distaste. He hated the cramped cells below the house of wind. Hated the way going underground made his wings feel like they needed to stretch. The worst was when that stale air was laced with the rotting smell of dead mice or old blood. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it.  "Come on Cas, dont you want to see the only one that's outlasted me?" Az asked with a mock grin. He couldn't give the same smile back. Turmoil spilled inside him at the thought of going so far below the mountain.  + Cassian took a long time to go to bed that night. His restlessness about the next day made him wake up over and over, never having more than an hour of peace before being waken up.  Azriel held up a mug of tea to him the next morning. "You look like shit." He handed his brother the mug with a small smile. Cassian glared at him, but took it anyway. He went to the balcony, his heavy wings needing to feel the fresh air. It was like taking a bath after being covered in grime. He sighed in relief, letting the late morning sun graze his body. The cold wind from Illyria was beginning to come in for the winter, and the familiar smell ignited something in him. He felt a draw, but shoved it to the back of his mind. He knew what he had to be this day. "Why the hell do we have to keep them so far down again?" Cassian complained. Around and around and around. Down deeper and deeper into the pit of the mountain that the house above was carved out of. Cassian felt like his lungs were collapsing the further they went. He tried not to let his nerves show, but he knew Az's shadows would pick up on it anyway.  "Remember when you broke your arm chasing down that Attor?" Azriel could have laughed at that memory, but the story surrounding it made the experience soured. More shame on top of the guilt already there.  Cassian hummed in approval, welcoming the distraction the memory brought. He tried not to focus on how each turn of the staircase got darker and darker. How the air seemed to compress around him. He locked his eyes on the scar on one of Az's wings. "And we spent a week fixing the top story of that apothecary?" He asked, keeping his voice steady.  "Yes. Dont you remember how the Attor got out?" Cassian shook his head, and Azriel huffed a laugh. "I left the door open for just a second to get a new knife and..." He shook his head, part in anger and regret, part in shame. "It had escaped before I turned around. I dont know how it happened, to this day."  Cassian stared at the back of the shadowmaster's head. The dark ripples around him seemed to spike. "It happens Az, you can't be perfect."  "It's not perfection, its basic thought. After that we moved all enemies to the lower dungeons. No matter the threat. Rhys even put wards on the arches." He ran a hand over the walls, his fingers catching a few of the grooves that linked each spelled archway to the other.  Cassian left the conversation at that. At least his brother wasn't brooding as much as before. The dim lights began to come into view, and his heart began hammering. Adrenaline singing through his veins. His polished siphons glowed, reflecting red off the dark stone ceiling. He had polished all his black armor the night before, when he couldn't sleep. Something poked, prodded at him all night. Keeping him awake. He figured he may as well make use out of it.  "She's not going to talk to you unless you show..weakness first." Azriel said in a low voice. Cassian nodded, reaching the end of the stairwell with him.  Cassian couldn't see the dark figure in the cell, but he felt the presence nonetheless. The dark draw that you demanded. He wondered how Azriel had dealt with that pull this whole time. The tantalizing draw to you. He shook his head, pushed the hair out of his face and nodded to Azriel.  He opened the door, then began his ritual. At the start of every session he would toss a bucket of water over your body, then a bucket of salt. It made the wounds that handn't healed fully scream in pain. You jolted at the suddenness of it this time. "Good morning, shadowsinger." You ground out, voice rough with strain. Cassian watched in awe at his brother.  Cassian was never one for torture. There was a reason Azriel was appointed to this position. Watching the calm cruelness of him was jarring, but Cassian kept his face straight. He stood behind you, watching the flimsy attempts to pull at the shackles holding your arms up. Lacerations dotted each arm, some light pink scars. Some were still scabbing over. A chill ran down his spine.  "You have a guest today, would you like to see him?" Azriel's voice was cool, calm. Like he was speaking orders to a group of soldiers. He began slicing new lines into your arms, moving up to your neck. He had left your ears in tact, as a last resort if you refused to speak to Cassian. The pull Cassian felt was overwhelming. He walked a bit too quickly around you, plastered on a wicked smile for show, then crouched down. The smile faded when he finally saw your face. Your dripping hair was a horror on its own. Plastered to the skeletal cheekbones, and pale eyes. Those eyes were brighter than anything he'd ever seen. A field of flowers down the slope of Illyrian mountains. His world shifted, drawing the breath from him. "Mine." His mind seemed to roar with that alone, but in a thousand different variations. "Lover, friend, partner, mine mine mine. Mate. My mate." His lips quivered with the realization. With the way his heart soared, and the way he moved without realizing it. He choked a gasp, and fell forward on his knees before you. He saw the same astonishment in your reaction. Azriel dropped his sword, confusion and concern alert on his features. "Cas wh-" Before he could finish, before his shadows could detect that Cassian had even moved, his brother was on top of him. Cassian's knuckles stung with every punch. A new kind of rage flared inside him. It made his muscles yearn for violence. Made his teeth crave the flesh of those that so much as looked at you wrong. There was no mercy for Azriel, it was as if he was an enemy on the battlefield. Cassian held nothing back. You hung limply from the chains that bound you. Crunch after crunch sounded from Azriel. He eventually managed to push Cassian off of him. Then they locked together in battle again. Clashes of armor against armor were deafening. The snarls they ripped at each other were loud enough to make you cringe. Your heart squeezed at the sounds of Cassian's breath. At the scent of blood spilling. You pulled feebly at the chains, your mind roaring to protect him.  Your mate. You tried to watch the battle, but the weakness in your body refused to let you turn more than a few inches. They were panting, Cassian fighting with a ferocity Azriel had never seen. His eyes flared with rage, like he was possessed. "Cas-" Azriel grunted, shoving his brother backwards. His back hit yours, pushing you down and digging those stone cuffs into your wrists. You hissed in pain. Cassian roared and lunged at his brother again, and again.  The darkness that boomed outside the cell was jarring. The stone ceiling shuddered, small rocks and dirt falling from it. Cassian did not stop. He didn't hesitate, coming at Azriel with punch after punch. His fist crushed the wall behind where Az's head had been. 

"Enough." The high lord's cool command was enough to make you still your weak attempts at looking at the two. Cassian's chest heaved as he tried lifting his arm to punch Az again. Pure fury in his heart was enough to make him disobey Rhysand's order.

  Then Rhys' talons gripped him. Freezing his mind, stilling him. Rhys' face shifted to surprise at what he glimpsed at there. "Oh.." He breathed. Azriel panted, backing away from his brother, out of the cell. He locked the cell and wiped the blood from himself, his wings hanging limply behind him. "What- the hell." He panted, nursing his arm. Cassian's eyes locked to your small frame. How your muscles quivered, how your arms shook with the effort of holding yourself up. He felt Rhys' claws recede slowly from his mind, releasing each part of him one by one. He rushed to you.  He picked up Azriel's sword and with a clean, masterful swipe, broke the enchanted stone that bound you. The weak sigh that came from you was heartbreaking. His eyes pricked with tears, and he caught you before you could fall to the floor into the puddle of dried blood. He didnt notice, or care that it was there. He sat there with you, cradled you and shook with you. 

"Cassian... She's.. Cassian's mate." Rhys said slowly, astonished. He didn't take his eyes from his brother in the cell. Azriel froze in place. For a moment, the dungeon was completely still. Totally silent, as if the world waited for what was to come next.

Azriel turned on a heel and left, trudging up the stairs. Rhys dared not touch his mind. "Cassian...." He spoke, trying to get his brother's attention. He did not glance at Rhys, just curled around your body more. Protecting, nesting almost. Rhys knew the feeling too well from the weeks after he and Feyre's bond snapped into place.  "We will check in tomorrow. Be safe, brother." Rhys spoke to Cassian's mind. It was nothing but an ocean of rushing thoughts. Cassian could have bared his teeth, could have tried to fight his brother through the bars of the cell. Hell, he could have probably broken through those bars with the primal strength flowing through him with the rush from the bond. 

But he didn't. He stayed, his warm body pressed against yours. Those siphons glowing against your skin like a fire. He stroked your hair soothingly, his tears like rainfall on your body, through your bloodstained clothes. He didn't remember falling asleep there, but it was the most restful, peaceful night he'd ever had in his existence. 

#acotar #acotar fic #reader x cassian #cassian fic #cassian #azriel mention rhys mention #cassian x reader

[syntheticavenger]

Deception

For my lovely @rainyfestivalshoepainter​!  I am so sorry this is so late and I hope I did it justice.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Canon violence, threats, gun violence, angst, abduction,  implied dub-con at the end.

Soft Dark! Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary | An intern for the Avengers, you find that the small crush Steve Rogers has on you may be a little darker than you realized. When you come to his aid, he knows the perfect way to repay you.

“You ready to go?”

The question shouldn’t rattle you as much as it does, the snaking dread coiling in your gut. This mission shouldn’t have taken as long as it has. The Winter Soldier took out a few more agents than expected and with your location almost being compromised, you’re stuck with Steve for the moment.

It shouldn’t terrify you but it does, knowing what you know. He says nothing as you eat in silence, picking at your food while you wait for him to speak.

“Natasha will be back by morning,” he says, scrolling through his phone. “It’s just you and I for now.”

Technically, you shouldn’t be alone. You’re an intern with a focus on strategics. You were handpicked for this mission by Steve and Natasha and for a while, you were on cloud nine. You had proved your worth more than once, giving Natasha a cover and then providing a distraction for Steve.

It was Natasha who had first given you a clue that Steve had liked you. A little joke until you started to pick up on his mannerisms and how closely he watched you. The little touches that you at first welcomed before you became uneasy. A big, strong super soldier that could practically snap your neck on a whim giving you a hard stare when you dared to talk to Sam.

To put it plainly, Steve Rogers was possessive.

“Not hungry?” he asks you, looking at your fork dragging on the plate. “Want to call it a night?”

“Soon,” you agree, looking out the window for a moment. “Any idea why Natasha left?”

“No,” Steve says with a sigh. “You know Natasha. She doesn’t just work for Fury. She has her own agenda.”

Steve stretches out his legs as you stand, offering to take his plate before you’re pulled down atop his lap as you grip the plate. He plucks it out of your hand, placing it on the ground while you try to move.

“I say when I want you to go,” Steve reminds you. His tone is polite but leaves no room for discussion. “Now you’re going to sit here and explain to me why you won’t look me in the eye.”

“You can’t do this,” you being, your protest dying at the sight of his dark expression.

“Do you know why I picked you?” he asks, his grip on your hands like a vice. “Because there’s a vulnerability about you. Reminds me that even when I’m saving the world, I have someone that makes it worth saving.”

When Natasha calls, he picks it up, answering while he keeps your wrists in one hand.

“Nat,” he says, his voice brighter than before. “What did you find?”

The transformation from dark to light makes you shiver, his eyes flickering toward you when you stare at the phone.

“Good work. No, Fury wants the entire catalogue, no exceptions. I know, that’s not on my order. Okay. See you in the morning.”

You swallow hard as he tosses the phone onto the bed.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

You don’t look him in the eyes when you answer.

“B-Because you scare me.”

“Me?” Steve asks, his voice changing back to normal while you nod, trying not to tremble. “All I want to do is protect you.”

His knuckle slides down your cheek as you stay still.

“I find it admirable that you try to protect me. Providing that cover was Natasha was so noble. We don’t really need you to help us, doll. This was a test for me and you passed.”

He lets you go, scrambling off of him as he lets out a soft laugh at your plight. Once you get to the bed, you turn your back to him, intent on sleeping it off. Once Natasha comes in the morning you can tell her everything and you can go back home.

💣

In the middle of the night, you wake, eyes opening at the sound of wind whistling against the slightly open window. In the shadows you see him – a hint of a metal arm that sounds off the alarms in your head as you reach for your knife. Steve has his back to him, unaware that he’s there and lying in wait, his weapon in hand as he aims it at Steve.

You are no match for him but you try anyway, your knife lodging into his thigh with your expert throw as the commotion alerts Steve, his eyes opening immediately at the commotion before he reaches for his shield just in time as a metal fist connects with it, the sound ringing in your ears.

“Get back!” Steve shouts to you, the shield blocking the Winter Soldier’s movements as you search for your gun. The two spar back and forth, the Soldier’s flesh hand striking Steve once before he finally gets the upper hand. At the flash of a gun, Steve blocks the shot by placing his body and shield in front of you as more gunfire erupts.

The force of the shot sends you sprawling back as you hit your head and everything goes black.

💣     💣     💣     💣     💣     💣     💣     💣     💣  

Fury stands with Natasha at your grave, standing behind Steve.

“I’m sorry,” Fury says quietly. “I know she meant a great deal to you both. If it’s any consolation, without her quick thinking, there’s a good chance that you wouldn’t be standing here, Cap.”

“I know,” Steve says, his voice wavering with emotion. “I just wish I would have had more time.”

“It’s going to be okay,” Natasha reminds him, sniffling before she envelops him in a hug. “She was one of the good ones.”

Steve lets her linger for a moment before she pulls away, wiping her eyes.

“You wanna come back to the compound for a little? They’re doing a memorial for her.”

“No,” Steve says with a hang of his head. “I think I’ll go back home. I need to clear my head.”

“Of course,” Natasha says with an understanding nod.

Steve gives a hard sigh before he leaves your gravesite, his hands in his pockets as he makes his way toward his car. It’s a bright, sunny day and you should be here, taking in the sunshine and the breeze against your face.

He looks back at Natasha and Fury with a resigned expression before he opens the car door.

💣

Johnny Mathis’ ‘Misty’ plays as Steve walks in the door of his apartment, the smell of dinner in the oven making him smile.

More importantly, it’s the sight of you in a pretty dress, barefoot with a small tracker attached to your ankle that gives him pause as you turn to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. He shouldn’t be home this early and you’re unprepared, your lip trembling as he comes toward you.

“D-Dinner isn’t ready yet,” you admit softly, his gaze sweeping over you before he kisses you.

“Wanted to surprise my favorite girl,” he tells you, looking over your shoulder at the pots on the stove. “All this for me?”

He knows it is. There’s rules to be followed, ever since he brought you here. Your every move is watched, the circumference of where you’re allowed carefully monitored by various trackers. He was so pleased with you, intervening on his behalf that he just knew you were the one for him. The solitaire diamond ring on your finger is a reminder that anyone can be paid off to look the other way for Captain America’s happiness.

“Yes,” you try to say brightly, your body slightly shaking when he pulls you against him. “It should be ready in about an hour or so.”

“Then it sounds like we have some time to kill, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

You swallow hard as he pulls you down the hallway and into the bedroom.

#soft dark steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader

[babyboibucky]

Elevate Thy Hate

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Not a day goes by that you and Bucky don’t argue.

Word Count: 4,642

Warnings: Cliché plot but slight angst, self-doubt and Bucky being a loveable idiot who sucks at communicating

A/N: Surprise one-shot because I just remembered I wrote this like...last year lmfao

MAIN MASTERLIST

-

You woke up feeling great and excited. The mission was finally finished, debriefings were done and reports have been submitted. Everyone was given an entire week to get some rest and since rest days were pretty rare, you truly looked forward to this day.

Before you could even saunter in the kitchen, you had already heard the chatters from your fellow Avengers. One particular voice irked you though but hell no, you weren’t going to let one Bucky Barnes ruin your day.

A chorus of good mornings greeted you as soon as you walked into the kitchen. Nat and Steve were on one side of the counter sipping their coffee while Sam and Wanda were finishing up their food. Tony and Bruce were out of sight, probably holed up in the lab doing experiments as usual. Bucky didn’t acknowledge you and quickly headed out of the kitchen, thankfully. You weren’t in the mood to pick a fight.

Walking up to the cupboards, you quickly grabbed you favorite cereal and proceeded to pour it out on your bowl. None came out though. You peeked inside bag and saw that only crumbs of it were left.

“Who the—“

Everyone was already pointing at Bucky when you turned around to ask. And of course, Bucky did it on purpose because he stood there at the end of the hallway, watching you with smug grin on his face.

“I hope your day sucks.” He said and flipped you the bird before turning around to walk away.

You groaned out loud, ignoring the amused chuckles from everyone else in the kitchen.

“I’m not stooping down to your level, asshole! I hope your day is average!”

The day was fortunately uneventful, except for your ruined breakfast care of Bucky. You were determined not to let that annoy you for the rest of the day. So far, so good. You could only wish it’d continue that way for the rest of the week.

-

“I told you not to rush!” Bucky snapped.

“I had him already! If you didn’t throw that goddamn smoke grenade I would’ve killed him!” You explained.

You could see Sam shaking his head in frustration. Bucky always had to blame something on you even though you weren’t the one at fault.

Bucky snorted, “He had a sniper for fuck’s sake! One shot and you’re dead.”

“Oh wow, says the one who got shot before I did.” You rolled your eyes at Bucky.

The two of you continued to bicker until Nat and Steve walked into the living room looking confused as you and Bucky exchanged insults while Sam remained sandwiched between the both of you on the couch.

“Who got shot?” Steve asked, glancing at you and Bucky alternately.

“Did we miss out on a mission or...?” Nat continued.

Sam chuckled, “We were playing Call of Duty and we lost.” He explained, taking the opportunity to get up from the sofa.

Steve still looked lost, something that Nat immediately picked up. “It’s a video game.” She explained.

“You two are fighting over a game?” He asked you and Bucky.

“They fight over everything.” Nat shrugged and walked out of the room with Sam tagging behind her.

“I’m outta here too, I’m so done babysitting the kids.” He muttered under his breath.

-

It was past midnight when you were in the living room alone, watching television while eating a Whopper. The lights were turned off and it was absolutely quiet in the compound, setting the perfect ambience for the crime documentary you were watching.

Not long after, you heard someone walk into the living room. It was only when your heard the familiar grunt that you realized who it was. Of course, it had to be Bucky.

“Are you eating a burger?” He asked incredulously.

“No, it’s popcorn. Of course it’s a fucking burger, are you blind or just dumb?” You snapped, your eyes still glued on the television.

“Dumbfounded that you’re eating that at this hour. No wonder you suck at cardio.” Bucky said as he sat down on the other end of the sofa.

“Are you body-shaming me?” You gasped.

Bucky snickered, “I didn’t say anything, I just said you suck at cardio.” He said, not looking at you.

You chose to ignore him and brought your attention back to the television. It was quiet for moment. You almost forgot about Bucky’s presence until of course, he decided to annoy you yet again.

“Can you pass the remote?” Bucky asked monotonously.

“No.”

Silence.

“This show sucks.” He commented.

You were focused on the show but noticed that Bucky was staring at you.

“Can you please pass the remote?” He asked again.

“In case you didn’t notice, I’m watching. I was here first. I hold the rights to control the remote.” You deadpanned, refusing to look at him.

There was a flash of black and gold right before your eyes. Everything happened quickly and the next thing you knew, Bucky was hovering above you, trapping you between his body and the arm rest of the sofa.

“The fuck, Barnes?! Get off of me!” You protested and started pushing him away.

“You gotta work on your reflexes, darling.” He said, finally leaning away from you, remote now in his hand.

He grinned triumphantly and switched the channel before placing the remote inside his sweatpants, “Want to switch the channel? Come and get it.” he taunted as he leaned back on the couch, opening his legs wide as he showed off how the remote created a tent in his sweatpants.

That was the remote...right? You mentally slapped yourself for actually thinking about what Bucky was packing beneath those pants and frowned.

“You’re an asshole and a disgusting one.” You told him.

“God, I hate you.” You muttered and crumpled the wrapper of your burger before throwing it at Bucky.

Deciding that you didn’t want to argue any further, you got up and left the living room, but not without telling Bucky again how much you hated him for making your life miserable.

“The feeling is mutual.” You heard him say.

-

The petty fights with Bucky went on and on during that entire week of rest. Despite the arguments, there were small moments of kindness shared between you and the soldier.

“Where are you going dressed up so nicely?” You asked Bucky upon seeing him walk into the kitchen wearing a leather jacket on top of a black shirt, dark, tight-fitting jeans and a pair of Doc Martens.

It was meant as an insult, of course. You took every opportunity to tease Bucky and his newfound sense of fashion. Said fashion meant his taste for very millennial outfits despite his old age.

“Grocery.” He replied as he went over to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water.

“Ooh, can you buy me Starbucks on your way back? I’ll pay.” You asked kindly.

Bucky just stared at you as he drank from his glass of water. He slammed it on the counter before walking past you.

“Not a damn chance.”

He did buy you Starbucks though. It didn’t shock you that much considering that the both of you didn’t hate on each other all the damn time. But what surprised you was that he brought you your usual drink and your favorite pastry too.

Steve must have forced him to do so, probably told his best friend your usual orders as well so you made a note to thank him as soon as they got back.

And thank Steve you did, but you didn’t expect the reply that you got.

“Oh was that the reason why Bucky kept bugging me about stopping by Starbucks?” Steve asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “What do you mean? I thought he told you I asked him to buy me Starbucks.”

Steve chuckled, “I guess now I know why he wouldn’t shut up about it.” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

“I don’t understand, Cap.” you said.

Steve just smiled at you in response before squeezing your shoulder, “Maybe you will understand soon.”

And with that, he left you feeling even more confused. You honestly didn’t understand the context of the conversation so you decided to just ignore it. Steve sometimes would say weird shit that none of the Avengers knew about. You dismissed it and thought that maybe it was Steve being a decade old, it was probably an old man thing.

You decided to make coffee for Bucky the following day, as a simple gesture to thank him for the Starbucks. He didn’t ask you to pay him back so you felt obligated to do a little something for him. You were an asshole to him sometimes, yes, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to give credit where credit is due.

Okay, so maybe you didn’t really hate Bucky. If you did actually hate him, the entire team would probably do something about it. Maybe force the two of you to talk things out. The hatred was all fun and games, everyone seemed to be amused by it too.

You still considered Bucky your friend despite the constant bickering. You had to admit, the arguments were pretty fun.

Although, you were wondering whether Bucky felt the same about considering you as his friend. Sometimes, his attitude towards you confused the hell out of you.

One day he’d eat the chocolate you’ve been saving up for cheat day just to spite you. And it definitely did because you ended up cursing him out loud when you saw him munching on it. The next day he brought you a new one. You were watching Netflix when he waltzed into the living room and threw a bar of chocolate at your lap before walking out without saying a word.

These exchange of small yet kind (and confusing) gestures remained unacknowledged. You didn’t know why but you also didn’t feel the need to talk about them. You weren’t going to lie but Bucky’s random acts of kindness would always put a smile on your face.

-

The vacation unfortunately came to an end and everyone had to go back to saving the world. All of you were gathered in the conference room with Fury for a briefing about the next mission. It wasn’t as big as the last one but it still required a lot of planning.

After explaining the mission, Fury let Steve take over the meeting to strategize.

Some were assigned to do surveillance around the parameter while some were appointed to do all the groundwork. Steve of course, just had to partner you with Bucky to do the actual infiltration given that your skills complemented each other’s.

You grinned and was prepared to roast Bucky’s ass when you turned to him and was met with a scowl. He shook his head with what you assumed was disappointment and turned away from you.

It was the first time he ever dismissed you like that. Sure, you were rude to each other but the look that Bucky gave you wasn’t a teasing one. He wasn’t mocking you nor frustrated. Bucky seemed to really hate the idea of being partnered with you. It was the first time that the two of you had to work together without anyone else. Usually, Steve or Sam joined but for this mission, it was just you and Bucky. Concluding that he must have woken up at the wrong side of the bed, you chose to ignore your gut feeling and focused back to Steve.

After the meeting, everyone else exited the room and started with the preparations for the mission. As you walked down the hallway leading to your bedroom, you heard some soft chattering coming from Steve’s bedroom.

You were supposed to ignore it until you heard your name, making you stop in your tracks.

“I can’t be partnered with her, Steve.”

Bucky.

“Buck, just go with it. I can’t be changing assignments at the last minute.” Steve explained.

Bucky sighed, “You know I can’t function properly when she’s around, let alone be partnered with her. She distracts me, Steve. Her skills distract me and I swear on our friendship, I would end up dying on this assignment.”

“You’re being overly dramatic, Buck. Just suck it up, pal. Do the mission and get it over with.”

“Steve, you don’t understand. I really can’t deal with her. Especially if it’s just the two of us. You know how much I fucking—“

“Hate me?”

You couldn’t help but interject in their conversation. How could you not? Bucky was complaining about how he couldn’t deal with you. It really hurt hearing Bucky say all those things about you. Sure, you were somewhat new to the team and you didn’t have superpowers nor years of training like the rest. But you worked your ass off to be in this position. And for him to say that he couldn’t function with you being around struck a nerve. The last thing on your mind was to hold back your teammates, that’s why you train twice, thrice as hard.

Steve and Bucky stared at you as if they’ve seen a ghost. It’s as if all their blood was drained out of their body when they saw you step inside the room. Bucky was about to say something but you decided to cut him off, not wanting to hear more about how he doesn’t want to be partnered with you.

“We don’t get along that well, I get that. But I honestly thought that our arguments were harmless. Hell, I consider us friends. I didn’t think that you actually hated me.” Your voice quivered because you were truly, deeply hurt.

“That’s not what I meant.” Bucky insisted.

“You literally said that you might end up dying because of being partnered with me, Bucky! Look, I know that I don’t have a super serum running through my veins. I can’t move things with my mind and I can’t come up with life-changing tech. I wasn’t trained since childhood nor have the perfect aim. But I worked hard to be in this team. I trained hard not to be a burden to anyone and I’m sorry if my skills aren’t up to your standards.”

What did you even do to Bucky for him to hate you this much?

“Don’t worry, I won’t burden you. Once this mission is over, I won’t bother you anymore. Ever.” You said before walking out of the way, ignoring Bucky when he had repeatedly called your name.

-

The ride to the location was filled with tension. Although everyone else had no idea what happened, they somehow knew that the tension had something to do with you and Bucky.

Thankfully, the quinjet was big enough for you not to end up sitting beside Bucky.

“You okay?” Wanda asked, noticing how restless you were.

What you heard definitely affected you in more ways than one. You kept on double checking your weapons, your gadgets and you even ended up doubting yourself. Were you really equipped to be an Avenger? Steve said that Bucky was merely overacting but what if he was right? What if you weren’t skilled enough to protect him or your teammates?

“That’s not true.” Wanda said out of the blue. “I didn’t mean to read your mind, though. Your thoughts are coming off too strong, kinda hard to ignore.” She said apologetically.

You softly laughed, “I should really be staying away from you.” You joked.

Wanda smiled and placed her hand on top of yours, “I mean it though. You’re amazing at what you do. I don’t understand why you’re doubting yourself about being an Avenger.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you offered Wanda a grateful smile. You noticed that Bucky had been staring at you the entire time but simply ignored him. You weren’t going to let him snap you out of your focus.

-

Once on location, everyone started to split up and listened for Steve’s orders through the comms. You and Bucky managed to get inside the base, all thanks to Nat and the Hulk who handled all the guards.

The building was completely empty when the two of you walked around in search of the hidden quarters where all the intel were kept.

Bucky whistled to get your attention, you turned and saw that he was motioning towards what seemed to be a regular brick wall. However, there were a few bricks out of place and upon examining it, you realized it was some sort of a secret door. You managed to figure out which bricks to push and thankfully, it didn’t take you long enough to open the door which revealed an old, steel elevator.

“We found the entrance, Steve.” Bucky said into the comms.

“Careful in there, there were suspiciously a few guards within the parameters. They all might be in there.” Nat warned.

You heaved out a deep breath before stepping into the elevator with Bucky trailing behind you. There was only one button in the elevator, a red one.

“Can someone scan the elevator and make sure this button won’t set off any boobie trap or something?” You asked nervously as you inspected the elevator for any hidden traps.

The comms cracked with Sam’s voice. “Button is safe although...” he trailed.

“Although what?” Bucky asked, examining the elevator as well.

“You’re in for a long ride.”

You frowned, “How long?” You asked.

“Can’t see. It’s way too deep.”

Sam was able to scan the entire base and true enough, the elevator would lead deep down into the hidden laboratory. How deep into the ground it was, none could tell. Neither Sam nor Tony’s technology could see through due to the lack of signal. Steve said it might be dangerous to proceed given that there were no other ways into the lab except for the elevator.

The lack of signal down there meant no communication.

“Guys, I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue with this mission.” Steve said.

“But we’re so close, Steve.” You said.

“I think Steve is right. It’d be hard to call for back up when things go south.” Bucky interjected, not even sparing you a glance.

You snorted. Bucky sure wasn’t overacting when he was complaining about your skills. He definitely didn’t trust you. You weren’t going to settle for that.

“We won’t need any back up.”

And with that, you pressed the red button and completely ignored everyone’s warnings through the comms. Bucky looked at you with disbelief and tried to press the red button again in hopes of halting the elevator. However, the brick wall had closed and the elevator started its descent.

“Why the fuck did you do that?!” He yelled and tried to search the elevator for some sort of stop button.

“We’ll follow soon!” Steve’s voice was the last you heard before your comms completely lost its signal.

“Christ, we don’t even know whether it’s the lab that’s down there!” Bucky said, continuing his search for anything that would bring the both of you up to the ground floor.

“I’m not as stupid as you think I am. All secret doors lead to a top secret room and no, we won’t be needing any back up because I am totally capable of taking down anyone who gets in the way.” You stubbornly replied and leaned against the wall.

You wondered how long the elevator ride was going to be. At the speed that it’s going, it wasn’t impossible to take at least fifteen to twenty minutes if the lab was really far down into the ground. Bucky’s frustration was evident from the way he kept on inspecting the elevator walls. At first it was easy to ignore but Bucky was becoming more and more desperate to find a way to go back up.

“Your desperation to stay away from me is just...astounding.” You said with a bitter chuckle.

“I’m finding a way to get out of here, not away from you.” Bucky explained calmly.

You shook your head, “You don’t trust me to keep you alive, I get it. But can you tone it down even for just a bit?” You spat at him.

Bucky pressed the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh, “You don’t need to keep me alive.”

“Of course not, you don’t need me to do so ‘cause you’re so capable. How did I not think of that?” At this point, you couldn’t stop the word vomit.

You had tons of things to say to Bucky to prove to him that you were totally good at what you do, that he didn’t need to underestimate you just because you were a new addition to the team.

“That’s not what I mean.” Bucky explained again.

It was starting to annoy you that the more you were becoming agitated, the calmer he was becoming. And he kept on telling you that he meant differently with his statements but he never really attempted to further explain his side.

“Then what do you mean, Bucky?” You pressed. “What did I ever do to you for you to hate me this much? Did I say something offensive? Do I have to train 24/7 for you to think that I deserve to be working alongside the Avengers?” You kept on babbling on and on and on.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand, “I don’t hate you, okay?” He doesn’t even spare you a look.

All this time, he was looking at anything but you and it was really getting on your nerves.

“See? You keep on telling me that you don’t hate me but you can’t even look at me! I mean, if you really loathe me then own up to it! It hurts me more that you keep on denying it when you can’t even explain a damn thing. At least tell me why!” You were never an emotional person and Bucky knew that, so when he finally turned to look at you, he was surprised to see you on the verge of tears.

“Hey, hey...” Bucky coaxed and tried to hold you but you stepped away from him.

“Just please tell me why, Buck. Tell me and I promise to stay away. If you think I suck at being an Avenger to the point of irritating you, tell me so I can train my fucking ass off until you deem me fit to be an Avenger. If my jokes offended you, I’m sorry. If I—“

“It’s because I like you.”

“...what?”

Bucky Barnes...likes you? It’s as if the silence went on forever inside the elevator that seemed to keep going. How long were the two of you inside it anyway? You couldn’t tell anymore and you didn’t know whether Bucky was simply fooling around with you.

“That’s not funny.” You said.

Bucky shook his head, “It’s not a joke.”

You stared at him doubtfully, “Explain.” You demanded.

Bucky licked his lips and let out a soft chuckle, “I’m an idiot.” He said.

“That doesn’t explain anything. If any, I’d think you’re simply fucking with me.” You pointed out and crossed your arms over your chest.

That seemed to urge Bucky to finally explain. “What you heard in Steve’s room was correct.”

“So you really hate me.”

Bucky groaned, “Let me finish, please?” He pleaded. When you remained silent, he continued to explain himself.

“You really do distract me during missions. Because you’re so amazing and I never doubted your skills. But I also get worried and I hate it when I see you in pain or wounded and it fucking distracts me. I didn’t want to be partnered with you because when I see you, I just...fuck. I like you that much. You kick someone’s ass and I’d end up watching you with awe that it’d cause me my own demise. That’s what I meant. That I’d probably end up dying because whenever you’re around, you have my full attention.”

The anger within you dissipated just like that. You could feel your face heat up from Bucky’s unexpected confession.

“But you’re an asshole to me.” You pointed out.

Bucky laughed, “Because that’s how I get your attention. You walk into a room with a kind-hearted super soldier, a witty bird brain and a few more intelligent men and yet I’d be the first one you’d acknowledge. With a snarky comment but still, attention is attention. It’s the only way I get to interact with you without feeling awkward. I suck at conversations, I mean, you heard me and though I was hating on you when I was merely blabbering to Steve about how much I like you.”

This time, you couldn’t hold back your laughter. All along, Bucky was finding a way to talk to you even though it meant constant arguments over the pettiest things. To be fair though, he really did suck at communicating.

“I’m sorry that it came across like that.” Bucky apologized sincerely. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us.” He admitted.

You shrugged, “Oh but it does. In fact, it changes everything.”

Bucky’s face fell.

“Because I think I like you too and I kinda want for things to change. For the better of course.” You grinned.

Bucky chuckled and scratched his forehead bashfully, “You think, huh? Not sure?” He asked and turned to you just as the elevator doors opened.

Indeed, it led to the lab where almost all of the targets stayed. The man nearest the elevator had his gun pointed at Bucky but before he could even pull the trigger, Bucky had thrown his knife at him without even sparing a glance and choked the next guy to attack with his metal arm before throwing him towards a group of armed men. He was just gazing at you with a smittened smile.

“Still not sure about liking me back?”

Impressed at his gesture, you smirked.

“Now I am.”

-

By the time Steve, Nat and Sam walked out of the elevator, the mission had already been done. You walked towards the trio and handed Steve a USB.

“All their data is already saved there. Wiped out their entire system clean too.” You told him, voice chirpy and all.

Bucky was right behind you, a couple of folders in his hands before handing them to Sam, “Lotsa confidential info in there too which includes our next targets.” he said and walked past Sam with a certain jump in his steps.

The three exchanged glances before looking around the entire lab. Men were scattered on the floor, most were dead and others heavily injured.

“What the hell happened here?” Nat asked, avoiding the injured men on the ground as she walked around.

“The mission happened, Nat. All that matters now is that everything has been resolved. I mean, everything.” You said meaningfully and threw Bucky a flirty smile before walking into the elevator.

He followed suit and saluted at the three before pushing the red button. The doors weren’t even closed yet when Bucky couldn’t hold back and quickly leaned to press a soft kiss on your lips. An action that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the three. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you noticed their reactions before the elevator closed.

Said trio stood there dumbfounded and confused as hell. Early on, the tension between you and Bucky was felt by everyone. The kind of tension then wasn’t even a sexual one. It was so intense that Nat was actually expecting to see you and Bucky at each other’s throats when they got down to the lab.

“Guess that the long ass elevator ride did something. Whatever was in that elevator seems interesting. Wanna go check it out, Nat?” Sam asked suggestively.

Steve chuckled and shook his head.

Nat simply smirked and walked past Sam, “In your dreams, Wilson.”

-

Everything Bucky Tag List:

@ddowii @jessou893 @stealapizzamyheart @bagelofthelord @mxnt @dontputyourfckingdrinkonmytable @jeeperky @ohladymacbeth @wildflowergubler @supraveng @twinerd14 @buckysmar @bakugouswh0r3

Sign up on my tag list here - https://forms.gle/b5haFXewSKqnXxxh7

#bbbwrites #oneshots: bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #sebastian stan

[calumxkisses]

Us | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: Michael and Crystal take you and Calum along to visit their wedding hall and it's the perfect location for a dance full of love.

a/n: am i obsessed with the idea of dancing with Calum? yes. let me know if you liked it. i'm still not really good at writing fluff imagines but i'm learning and i'll hopefully do better in the future.

you should read this imagine while listening to: us

➳

“So, this is the wedding hall?” Calum asks as he enters looking around the room. The structure is huge, there is still a lot to do but some decorations have already been fixed.

“Yeah, there are a few things we would like to change but it’s pretty much gonna be like this.” Michael responds, walking inside the room and looking around.

“It's lovely, guys. It's like being in a fairy tale.” You whisper while looking around the room. Your fingers are barely intertwined with Calum's as you look at the room, admiring the ceiling and the windows overlooking the sea.

You turn to Crystal and notice a tear running down her face as she admires the room. A smile forms on your face as you see your best friend so happy, her dream is coming true and you couldn't feel more proud of her.

This marriage has overcome the strangest obstacles, the biggest certainly was having to be postponed due to a pandemic, but their love has never stopped in front of these, it has grown more and more and to be able to be among the witnesses of their love is among the things you are most grateful for.

The room is very large, has an oval shape and is surrounded by windows overlooking the sea. Some tables have already been set up and embellished, they are also circular in shape and have floral decorations in the center. The tablecloth is embroidered in lace, it is pearl white but the different colored decorations, which accompany the flowers in the center, make the table look wonderful and original, recalling Crystal's passion for plants.

The chairs that surround them, simple but still elegant, have ribbons that decorate them. They’re gold and white, yet their simple design makes them look gorgeous.

“We are going to talk to the wedding planner to fix some things, in the meantime you can stay here and see if there is something else that we should change.” Crystal's voice grabs your attention, as she approaches Michael and takes his hand in hers. The wedding planner is at the entrance, smilingly waits for the couple and, for a moment, you think that there can’t be a more beautiful job than being able to make the dreams of couples come true.

“Calum, can you check that the stereo is working? They told me they fixed it but I haven't been able to check it yet, you'd be doing me a big favor.” Michael asks as he leaves the room grinning and not leaving time to Calum to reply.

“Gotcha.” Your boyfriend replies, shaking his head in amusement and smiling.

As Calum approaches the speakers, you take another moment to admire the room.

Looking up, your breath locks in your chest as Crystal's gorgeous decorations leave you in awe. The ceiling, which was previously simply white and wooden, is decorated with strips of tulle hanging like waves, giving life to a sense of peace and softness. The stripes extend all over the ceiling, giving the impression of being in the middle of the clouds.

In addition to the tulle, in a delicate way, some threads of small lights descend from the ceiling, romantically illuminating the room and creating an intimate and unobtrusive atmosphere.

A small elegant chandelier hangs in the center of the room, it is gold and its light is not as strong as someone might think, it is ideal to keep the room more illuminated in the most important moments, but its presence is more scenic than functional.

Some leaves and some flowers come down intertwined along the edges of the windows, hiding the window frame and making the atmosphere of the room even more simple and elegant.

The main theme is certainly white and gold, but Crystal and Michael made sure to add a few more hints of color as well, in order to make the room less monotonous and more fairytale.

The light inside the room disappears, leaving only the small lights that descend from the ceiling on. You open your mouth to ask what happened, but the words do not come out as your gaze rests on the sea outside the room, calm as in the best days, while a wonderful sunset is reflecting on the clear water. The sky is painted orange and pink, some clouds are scattered in the sky and you no longer have any doubts on why your friends have chosen this location.

There is a sense of peace in the air and you feel like you are in a different world, in a world of calm and joy, while the land where you have lived in these difficult months seems a distant memory.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Calum whispers in your ear as his hands rest on your hips from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking outside.

“If it's a dream, please don't wake me up.” You whisper, closing your eyes and letting the sea air coming in through the window on your left, caress your face.

“I could never do that, you are too beautiful when you sleep.” You can see him smile as he whispers those words and, as every time he smiles, you smile too. There is something contagious about his joyful expressions, they warm your heart and you can't help but share them with him.

“Does the stereo system work?” You ask after a few minutes of silence, turning around to face him and leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

“Do you want to try it with me?” he asks with a smile, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and pressing a couple of buttons on the screen.

“What do you mean?” A confused expression forms on your face. The long lilac summer dress moves with every blow of the wind but the summer temperature makes sure that you don't feel cold.

Calum puts the phone back in his pocket and, after a few seconds, the first notes of your favorite love song can be heard throughout the room.

While you smile, your boyfriend clears his throat and, reaching out his hand, asks you: “May I have this dance?”

Your cheeks turn red and the muscles of your face stretch into an even bigger smile as you nod and grab his hand. Calum walks you to the center of the room and holds your hips, bringing you closer to him.

And, as the first words of one of the most beautiful love songs echo in the room, you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes as your feet move to the sweet rhythm of the music.

Sometimes I'm beaten

Sometimes I'm broken

'Cause sometimes this is nothing but smoke

Is there a secret?

Is there a code?

Can we make it better?

'Cause I'm losing hope

Calum had never loved dancing, at least not this much. His footsteps were limited to a few twirls and jumps on stage or some weird movement on the dance floor, when the alcohol level in his body was way too high to be ashamed of anything he was doing. He had always seen dancing as something that did not belong to him, an activity that stressed him more than it should, and he had never imagined that he could love it so much.

But after you arrived in his life, one of the moments he loves the most is to dance with you, at two in the morning, in the kitchen, to the notes of any love song you are obsessed with in that moment, in the peace of the silence and of the sleepless night, while Duke looks at you confused and waits for the right moment to come ask for cuddles.

The way you let him hold you, the way you let yourself be vulnerable in front of him, away from judging eyes, and the way he feels like protecting you, in the darkness of the room, makes him feel a sense of calm that he hasn' t felt for a long time before your presence in his life.

And even if he was the universe's worst dancer and the whole world was watching him, he’d still dance with you.

Tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how could I believe in something

I believe in us

Calum squeezes your hand tightly as, observing you with eyes full of love, he spins you in front of him. The sunlight lights up your face and the man in front of you is sure he has never seen anything more beautiful. You look like a Greek goddess, the kind you hear in stories and in history books, the goddesses who saved the bravest soldiers and helped them in the toughest feats.

This is how he feels, ever since he saw in you a friend - and then a girlfriend - more than an enemy, he saw his little world in fractions being put back into place, with delicacy and love, and he is ready to sacrifice his most important assets to always have you on his side.

The sun is slowly setting, making room for the moon and all its stars. Yet, with him holding you tight, it seems to you that the world has stopped.

After the wreckage

After the dust

I still hear the howling, I still feel the rush

Over the riots, above all the noise

Through all the worry, I still hear your voice

Calum would be able to describe every single moment he walked into the dark and you led his way out with your light. Whenever he had writer's block, whenever anxiety kept him from getting through his day, whenever his thoughts got too dark and the demons took over, you were there.

Your delicate hands caressing his face or the sweet melody of your voice whispering comforting words, Calum remembers every one of these moments, every single one.

When the world becomes too heavy and distressing, he knows that you will be by his side and that you will help him carry the heavy weight.

And when the insecurities make their way into him, you will always be ready to remind him that he deserves to be loved.

So, tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Tell me when the light goes out

That even in the dark we will find a way out

Tell me now 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Between dance steps, Calum lulls you slowly, the song continues to echo in your ears, and even your jaw relaxes. It’s so calming to not feel the weight of the world and the speed of time but to be able to enjoy this moment with a light heart and a head empty of all worries. In a society that runs fast and demands perfection from everything, having the opportunity to be able to stop and be left alone in love and peace is a luxury that cannot always be granted. Especially when your boyfriend is in an internationally famous band and you are trying to make your smaller, yet still of great value, dreams come true.

There is no worry about having to say the right words, having to wear the best clothes or just being yourself and praying to be accepted by millions of people who don't know you but who judge you as being part of your life.

‘She's not good enough for him’ or ‘He deserves someone more beautiful, with a perfect body, with a good mental health’ or even ‘She doesn't really love him, she does it for the money’ And there are also those gorgeous people he meets often, who work in some radio or who know mutual friends, and immediately those words written under your photos get inside you and make every certainty collapse.

You look at yourself into the mirror and you think they're right, that you're not perfect and that he really deserves one of those cover girls or someone who won't make him worry if you don't answer the phone. Insecurities that, however, under the sheets of a now familiar home, Calum makes you forget about.

And the words he whispers to you every day, the way he looks at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the world, the consideration he has of you, the notes he leaves on the table when he goes out or all those details that he pays attention to, they convince you that he doesn't care what size you are, the color of your skin or the negative thoughts that cross your mind, he loves you for your intelligence, for the kindness you carry in your heart and the delicacy with which you treat him, for the funny sound of your laugh and the way you make him feel in heaven, while reminding him to always keep his feet on the ground. And those comments, those ideas, disappear in the blink of an eye.

And now, like every time you’re with him, with your head on his chest and with his arms holding you, with the sea in the background and the lights that illuminate that corner of paradise that Crystal created, everything seems to be in the right place.

Used to be kids living just for kicks

In cinema seats, learning how to kiss

Running through streets that were painted gold

We never believed we'd grow up like this

Calum had never had good words to describe his love life. He had had love stories he was not proud of, toxic or in which he hadn't really felt strong feelings, and of the only good stories he had had, he didn’t like to tell about them because he was ashamed of how he had lived them. He believed that he hadn’t committed enough or that he hadn’t loved in the right ways.

So, he had decided not to try anymore, to put aside that desire to want to create something with someone and the more the people around him fell in love with and the more he thought about the effort he should have made, and all that stress made him forget the meaning to love. He didn’t want to meet anyone anymore, his life was good as it was.

And when you showed up awkwardly, in ruined makeup and wet clothes, Calum had thought of a thousand reasons why he didn't want to deal with you. Who shows up at an event dressed like this? What kind of girls does Crystal meet? And the way you talked about how your umbrella broke halfway and how you were about to be hit by a car didn't interest him. Calum just wanted to eat at that restaurant, pulled there by his best friends after a day spent in the studio.

And when the party moved to a friend’s house, it only bothered him how carefully you made sure you didn't spill your drink as you moved between dancing bodies and wagging dogs. He couldn't stand how you talked about life to Ashton, the love you put into describing the people who were part of it.

And when he saw you a few weeks later, he hated the way you greeted him and the way you worried about how he was doing. All too cheesy, too filmy and unrealistic.

But then, without realizing it, between one hateful look and another, Calum listened with interest to the way you talked about your passions and hobbies, how you described the places you had visited and the cities you dreamed of seeing. He laughed at you dancing and smiled when you paid attention to what people were saying around you, mentally marking down all the information to make sure to always ask the right questions.

And he found himself wanting the same attention from you, to see the smile you gave to others, dedicated to him. And so his answers to you became less and less cold and he had become less good at hiding his sweet eyes from you.

And even though every cell of his body was asking otherwise, to not feel another broken heart, Calum had decided to kiss you in the backstage of the iHeartRadio 2018, while you were wearing his leather jacket and moving his hair from the front of his eyes.

And the rest is history.

So, tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Tell me when the light goes out

That even in the dark we will find a way out

Tell me now 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

And like when Emily Bronte said ‘Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’, as in the case of your love, there isn't much to do. You cannot go against fate if two hearts are meant to spend the rest of eternity together.

There are no arguments, reasons or strong enough excuses to separate those who are connected by much more than just love. And that’s what makes you this close, that in the darkness of the world, in the hell of fear and anger, that strong feeling resists, and fighting together is always better than doing it alone.

It’s a strong love, ready to defeat everything that tries to divide it, ready to sacrifice the absolute good of one, in order to spend the rest of life in misery together.

Like the rebellious angels, who preferred an earthly love to the eternal glory of God, so you are bound to laugh and cry together, and there is nothing that can make you happier than that.

Calum turns you around one last time, whispering a compliment in your ear and making your laughter echo across the room. The sun has now set and the stars are taking its place, the lights that descend from the ceiling look like little fairies that got lost admiring your love and the room has taken the shape of a magical forest.

Your friends are at the door of the entrance, with eyes full of love they look at the two of you laughing together and their hearts melt to see you so in love and they can’t help but imagine themselves in your place, in a few weeks, ready to dance and share the same love that you and Calum are sharing.

Breaking the peace of that dream, with pride and a grin on his face, is Michael, clapping and laughing at the way your boyfriend is completely in love with you but also feeling happy to see him so positively changed. He takes a few steps toward you and you don't need to hear him speak to imagine the comments he's thinking, making you and Calum shake your heads smiling.

“Just so you know, I expect to see you dance like that at our wedding too.” Your best friend's sweet voice says as she points at you by moving her finger between you and your boyfriend.

You run toward Crystal, her pink hair is tied up in a low ponytail, with a few tufts running down her face. Her smile is big on her face, lighting up her joyful expression. You have a billion questions to ask her, most of them are about the choices they made for the final decorations and your heart is so full at thinking about your best friends getting married.

You’re too caught up in your happiness to notice Calum, just a dozen steps behind you, smiling to his bandmate while whispering: “I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Well, you know what to do.” Michael responds by nodding with his head and looking proudly at his best friend.

“Will you help me organize the proposal?”

--

#calum hood imagine #5 seconds of summer #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #calum hood #calum thomas hood #5sos imagine #5sos imagines #ashton irwin #ashton 5sos #luke hemmings #michael clifford #calum imagine #calum hood x reader #calum x reader #calum hood x you #calum x you #imagine #5 seconds of summer imagine