#but they still love each other so much. theyre very sweet when theyre alone

[stinkrascal]

i love writing about annie and vaughn’s friendship because they are just so mean to each other lmao

[doki-doki-imagines]

Can I ask Johnny, Tomas and maybe some others being mind numbingly in love with the reader??

Like theyre so in love they don't know how to act so they always make a fool of themselves and feel so stupid after???

author note: love this prompt. Added Liu Kang so I could write for my 3 fave boys🫶🏻.

Johnny Cage: -He doesn't leave you alone. His eyes always search for yours even for just a brief glance. -Johnny smiles way more around you and also listens to you like the universal truth is flowing from your lips. -Everybody can tell he has a crush on you. The problem is that nobody takes him seriously. -When you talk to Johnny face to face, he totally gets lost looking at your face. He has a dreamy expression and will totally bite his lower lip. -Damn, he doesn't remember a word you said, but he could listen to you the whole day. -Johnny shows off every time you get near him, blabbering on how good he is at everything. How can you not fall for such a dripilicious guy? -"Look at me, I'm winning this for you!" He's gonna lose. -But you can tell his sentiment is pure. Maybe calling it love is a stretch, but Johnny isn't joking…most of the time. -Even if he keeps failing wooing you, Johnny not gonna stop. He doesn't have any shame, so he doesn't mind failing. The moment of dejection always lasts very little.

Tomas Vrbada: -The guy gets obsessed. -He keeps glancing at you, but the moment you look back, Tomas turns his head down like a kid getting caught stealing from the cookie jar. -You fill his brain. Tomas trains? He thinks of you. He eats? He thinks that he'd like to share this delicious food with you. -And damn, when Tomas doesn't have any important mission going on, his mind starts to wander. He is like a schoolgirl jiggling and kicking his feet in the air every time you are just normally kind to him. -The kind that hugs his pillow when sleeping, thinking it is your body. -Tomas is down deep, so deep it reaches his knees, and he can't move. -He is a sweet guy, it happenes to him to stutter and for his cheeks to get tomato red, but Tomas is reaching new peaks. -Once Tomas was talking with Liang at Wu Shi Academy. He turned his head and his grey-ish eyes locked on yours, Tomas then missed a step and fell down the stairs rolling directly at your feet. -Tomas knows he looks like a fool, but it's not like he is doing that on purpose. He'd gladly smash his head against concrete if that would make him go normal. -Thankfully, Tomas will get normal, that you like him back or not, but before reaching that point, there is a long road ahead…

Liu Kang: -After living for so long, after shaping so many timelines, Liu Kang thought to have learnt from his and others' mistakes. -You never have a part in his life, that's why it comes as a surprise when you both start to work together. -It wasn't planned, Liu Kang didn't have to pull any strings. You just…happened. -And something blossomed in Liu Kang's heart, a feeling he once felt but forgot for aeons. -He is in love. -Liu Kang may have lived for centuries, but he didn't gain any rizz. His good boy charm long forgotten since he became a god. He is still nice but much less loose. -And it shows. -Should he give you gifts? But what should he buy? Looking at your life in the hourglass wouldn't be right. But the temptation is high. -At times, Liu Kang is just chatting with you, and something shiver inducing (and not for pleasure) slips out his mouth. Obviously, Liu Kang notices but a minute to late. He'll gladly dig his own grave with his bare hands. -He is so fucking sure one day you'll tell him to stop bothering you. -Liu Kang desire to touch you is immense, but you still haven't reached that point in your relationship. -When you sit next to each other, drinking a hot beverage, every fibre in Liu Kang's body screams to touch you. Tracing the lines of your face with his fingertips, brushing away the hair that hides your face, losing himself in your eyes. -Liu Kang is lovesick. -Every step to make you close is really hard for him, so blinded by his own feelings that he doesn't see that they are reciprocated. -You'll totally need to take the first step.

[a-libra-writes]

Ok you did rocky and nico but what about Mordecai with widow reader with three kittens? (bonus if you include aunty Serafine and uncle nico)ps I love your writing!

This one is a bit different from the other widow-with-kiddo asks but I hope its still to ur liking ~

Firstly! Regardless if you're working the Marigold Room as a bartender or musician, or you're in the gang directly, the kittens are often at the hotel. The staff knows them, the managers don't mind because they stay away from guests, other gang members are familiar with them and make sure they stay outta trouble. The hotel's back rooms and staff quarters are like an endless maze to the kiddos, and they know the whole place like the back of their hands. ... Kinda.

Not to mention how they're doted on by everyone - Asa gives them candies, Nico tosses them high in the air, Serafine is kind of scary but she gave them these funny bracelets (made of bones??? but theyre funny and she's pretty so it's okay!), various hotel staff cooing over how cute and well-behaved they are.

And then there's Mordecai. He's pretty scary to adults, let alone kids. When he sees them skittering around in the peripheral of his vision, he has to frown even more. Who let these wayward children in here? He hears them running about the halls and empty offices while he's trying to do accounting. And as much as Mordecai wants nothing to do with them, he's a figure of great interest to your kittens. Someone who isn't cooing over them? Whose in an office way in the back, only one light on? The one who follows Mr. Sweet and dresses in all black? Their little imaginations run wild, even if you've plainly told them that "Mr. Heller" is your colleague and to leave him be.

The oldest one approaches him first. Which is to say, she lingers behind the doorway, peeking in and thinking he can't see her tail and ears sticking out. He hears the younger ones shushing each other. As much as Mordecai wants to be annoyed, instead, a painful deja vu comes over him. Your oldest finally patters in with a nervous "Mr. Heller?". Before he can ask what she wants, she plops a candy on his desk and runs off, the other kittens right behind her.

As much as the shadowy cat doesn't want the trio bothering him, he's torn about them being so fearful of him. All three of them stir up painful familiar memories of his sisters, but the youngest especially reminds Mordecai of Rose. He tries not to think of how old she and Eshter are now, if they miss him the way your kittens miss you when you're away. It's hard for him to keep up his cold exterior when those painful memories bubble up to the surface.

So when the oldest comes by his desk, he finally sighs and says with a frown, "All three of you, just come in and show me what it is." And the other two shuffle in, with their big eyes and hand-me-down clothes and it's just. Very difficult not to dismiss them.

The two youngest have decided he's their "secret friend", even if you were well aware of how they liked to pester your overly serious colleague. You'll watch your girls draw him alongside other people they know (why does he always look so shadowy and sketchy, even in crayon form?) but you don't know they like sneaking their drawings into his satchel or desk drawers. They'll leave wrapped candies and pretty strings and buttons too, to his exasperation. Eventually Mordecai walks over to you and drops a handful of the little treasures at your table.

"Gee, Mordecai, I'm flattered. You know what a guy/gal likes."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm returning what your snooping progeny keep leaving me. Tell them to stay out of my things."

"Looks to me like they're trying to add some color to that depressing office you hole up in."

And so on, and so forth, you two really like to bicker, don't you?

(Oh, and Mordecai starts keeping the door shut and locking it, but then he hears giggles and sees them shoving the pictures and little things under the doorway.)

Now they aren't afraid of him at all, which means they want to run about Mordecai and get his attention. They'll giggle as they dart between his legs or "hide" under his coat. Their fur gets all over his black clothes. When they inevitably tumble and fall, he picks them up by the collar or under the arms and scolds them for running indoors. And he yanks them down when they get too rowdy and climb up furniture, or sometimes he finds the youngest one crying because she got lost and takes her back. If he catches any of the kittens with an unlaced boot or messy face, he stops them immediately.

"Stop! Lace up your boots immediately. You'll trip and crack your skull open. Don't run in the hotel lobby, either. This is an establishment, not a wild jungle you can traipse about in - keep still, what is on your face? Is that - syrup? Did you not think to wash your hands and face after - no, there will be no giggling about breaches of hygiene -"

(A few people are staring as Mordecai fusses over her, which he doesn't notice until a woman walks by and says, "oh, it's so hard at this age, isn't it? Don't worry, you're doing great." And he dies a little a lot inside).

He tried doing these things in secret, but inevitably one of the Savoys or Asa or you would spot him, and the youngest one loves prattling on about him. Asa, Nico and Serafine find "Nanny Heller" to be hysterical. He's going to throttle someone or plan a murder swear to god-

There's been several moments when you hear a high-pitched squeal that sounds like a scream, and you run over in a panic ... and oh, it's just Nico dangling one of the kittens upside down and pretending to lose his grip. False alarm - wait, why is Mordecai here too?

If you're a triggerman with the gang, it means you're keeping all sorts of odd hours. You've been with them for years and you're more than useful, so having the children set up in an empty office isn't looked twice at. They've got their bedding, some books and toys, and ... sometimes they're sleeping there more than they sleep at home, which you aren't proud of. It's not just the cost of childcare, but the odd hours and questions being asked about your job, especially if you're a woman.

The first time Mordecai came across this office was by accident, but he knew the children had to be staying somewhere. He walked up very quietly, and looking through the open doorway, saw the oldest doing her homework at the big desk while her two siblings slept under it, curled up with their pillows and blankets and stuffed toys. He didn't think he'd be affected so strongly, but it was painful. A very, very painful reminder, and maybe he saw himself a little too much in that girl, furrowing her brow and making sense of numbers.

You and Mordecai have had strange arguments about the the children, which was odd at first. You wondered why the so-called unfeeling triggerman cared at all. If he felt you were being too reckless during a job, he'd tell you as much, but there was more bite in his voice. He never outright said 'you have others depending on you', but it was in his tone. Many times you felt judged, or looked down upon - but a lot of these fights weren't about you specifically. It was the situation that upset him, the lengths one had to go to keep their family fed and safe in a clean environment. He was definitively projecting, and not always aware of it, or just in denial about it. Mordecai tried not to dwell on his own mother and sisters: what they felt when he didn't come home one day, when they read that letter explaining where all the money was hidden, when the realization sunk in for Eshter and Rose that their brother wasn't coming back. If they were sad, or angry, or resigned, or didn't think of him at all anymore. Or maybe they'd resent him forever.

Look he really doesnt want to be thinking about these things -

After long jobs, you'd wash the blood off and change shirts and tiredly walk all the way to the back rooms where your kittens were sleeping. Sometimes you stir the oldest awake so she can help you carry the other two to the car, but honestly, the only apartment a single parent with three children can get is pretty shit. So most times you just curl up on the floor with them, catching a few hours of sleep before you need to wake up the oldest for school.

You hold her hand as you walk through the back rooms and out the staff exit. Sometimes Mordecai sees you. You wear the same tired but persevering expression as his mother did, looking a mess compared to your well-put together daughter. He knows she washed up and dressed herself, and packed her own bookbag. She has that look of responsibility and eyes that are a little too old, and it's too familiar, so he looks away.

(Sometimes the oldest finds an extra sandwich in her bookbag, or new pencils and one time, a new pair of mittens. She feels like it's magic, so she doesn't want to tell anyone, otherwise the magic will 'break'.)

You and Mordecai already have a very strange relationship (can you call each other friends yet? You'd consider him that, or something more, but his feelings are something else entirely), and your kiddos would certainly add another layer of strangeness onto it. You might actually get to know him a little faster and closer than most do, or at least see a side that most people have never seen or even considered him capable of.

[junker-corvid]

my giant roadrat headcanon list

I've been writing this for over a month now. [some of these are heavily implied anyway, I just like to bring attention to it]

Roadhog

has difficulties breathing without his mask

sleeps like a ROCK but also snores super loud. prob has sleep apnea idk, someone get this man a cpap machine

junkrat designed and built his traps

under the mask, he has a stretched septum piercing, a double chin, and a cleft lip [every time someone draws roadhog with a chiseled chin an angel loses its wings]

pierced nipples (mostly already cannon, but only applies to certain skins)

the spiked tire on his left shoulder is an old piece of a riptire

selective mute, but junkrat still understands him from vague gestures or certain looks. junkrat will also occasionally speak on his behalf. will only be open to having conversations when theyr alone :3

drinks the shittiest beer known to man

always being yelled at to turn down the TV

big fan of plushies [especially pachimaris]

pescatarian [vegetarian but still eats fish]

goes crazy for steamed bao

Junkrat

spider bite piercings, 11mm gauges, along with a left nostril piercing next to his mole

has autism and dyslexia

has hearing issues

deals with memory issues, roadhog helps him remember

this guys got SERIOUS mommy issues

claustrophobic and brontophobic [fear of storms]

paranoid, "hes a liar. lies to himself, most of all" [from wasted land comic]

has frequent back pain from hauling around his rip-tire lol

rarely stands up straight

roadhog will keep him focused when he gets distracted on heists

lost his left arm and leg in his teen years. hes gone through a few prosthetics over the years but the ones he currently has be built himself.

has strangely good balance

caffeine addict (mostly coffee)

will stay up all night coming up with and drawing bomb designs

very light sleeper, turns and moves a lot

REALLY bad at keeping secrets,, its a problem

terrible at cooking, will manage to burn soup

after escaping the wasteland he still struggles to eat properly, but roadhog tries to help him eat better

sews his patches on with flossing string [iykyk]

goes crazy for milk tea boba

both

they pierced each other's right ears together sometime in-between ow1 and ow2

both have PTSD, and they help each other cope with their nightmares.

trans4trans 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️💥💥💥

they smoke so much weed oh my GODD the stench

theyr SOOOO in love but they don’t care to put a label on it ref

bonus: cannon stuff that I just think about a lot

I already mentioned this but for their OW2 designs they both have their right ears pierced and only their right ears. this was a common sign of being gay before the 2010s ref1 ref2

they have matching black nail polish,,

junkrat often messes up spelling. he usually scribbles it out, then tries again next to it

they bicker a lot [but in the way old married couples do]

junkrat has a small canteen on his belt. it's filled with milk tea with boba [half sweet] ref

the bar in junkertown sells boba [and cricket crisps??] ref

[johnslittlespoon]

ok okokk i may be pushing it but i just cant stop picturing barry circa 2012 with leaving!bucky. i just feel like theyd have the cutest dynamic ever. he gives art student vibes like maybe hes studying film or literature. theyre childhood bestfriends and maybe they were eachother's homoerotic-codependent-friendship canon event. UGHH theyd be so cute stfuu. and maybe bucky and gale are already established and curt is just yearning for a whileee like over a year of slow burn until the three of them are a throuple... idk i just miss curtbuckbucky. you dont have to change your canon for the long fic i just needed to share this idea lmfao

au post | NO ur not pushing it this is such fun world building teehee <33 genuinely this is gonna help me later for drafting! (FUCK MY LIFE HOW IS THIS 2K WORDS. i thought i only had a few thoughts... i was so wrong. my bad chief. enjoy/suffer ig)

ok so this is so funny because i've actually been thinking ab how sweet those two would be together, cute little nerdy besties, and how they'd meet because of course curt has to be in this fic!!

and the first thing my mind went to was the cliche homoerotic codependent friendship trope too LMAO. i'm feeling like maybe they meet on the first day of highschool; neither of them share their english class with any friends, and they end up sat next to each other, and john keeps side–eyeing him because curt looks... interesting. (ie: deep into his emo phase. the fringe. the smudged eyeshadow. chipped black nail polish, band shirts– all things john does not let him live down as they grow up.)

but his eyes settle on some pin on curt's jacket that has some character from his favourite movie or something, and the yap jumps out, john can't control it. blurts out a "you like ___ too?!" and curt's head snaps over and he nods nervously and john takes one look at those big sad charcoal–ringed blue puppy eyes and is like yup. this is the one. will protect with my life.

(tiny headcanon that rly won't have a big effect on plot or anything, but i feel like it just fits very well with john/his character in leaving– dude's got madddd undiagnosed adhd. he's written off as a loud mouth/troublemaker in his childhood, but he wants to be a good kid, his mind is just always going too fast and sitting still is torture and his parents get frustrated and don't look into the root of the problem, trying to discipline it out of him instead. i will heal my inner child by healing him alright)

they're attached at the hip from that moment on and it makes sense to no one because they seem like complete opposites, curt more inclined towards the arts and bookish things and his friends are all the same, whereas john is more inclined towards athletics and science and hangs around that type of crowd as well. but they both love video games and movies and music and they bond over never really feeling like they fit in anywhere particular and both groups of friends get along just fine when they all get together. <3

but yk time goes on, they learn things about themselves as they grow up, and curt and john are so close and spend so much time together that they're already a lot closer than regular friends– they just don't realize it. they think nothing of cuddling up on the couch watching movies together, or sharing a bed when john stays over at curt's place after he gets into a fight with his parents, or being much more interested in spending time together than pursuing girls.

and curt's pretty– john nearly mistakes him for a girl that first day they meet. the summer before their senior year, john practically spends the whole summer at curt's house, and curt's mom doesn't mind; she works long hours and is glad her son isn't spending the summer moping around indoors alone, and she loves john and gets the feeling that her home is a sanctuary for him. one day they're in the backyard lazing around, and they get onto the topic of first kisses, and neither of them have had a proper relationship outside of those classic week–long middleschool flings that don't actually mean anything, so there's not much to talk about.

but being dumb teenage boys, they start worrying about "what if we're really bad at kissing and no girls wanna go with us to senior prom this year" etc. and one of them pops the suggestion of practicing together, and thus begins a summer of sweet stolen kisses and hand holding and experimenting and dancing around calling it something. it ends when the summer does because they realize that they both work better as friends, but they're as close as ever and both definitely learn they aren't straight (and they probably make a cute pact– "if we aren't in love by the time we're thirty, we'll just marry each other.")

i don't see them really doing much together because they're young and shy and inexperienced, but it's enough for john to decide that yeah, he definitely likes guys too, but that's all that really amounts to (until he meets gale) because he's growing up in a small town in wisconsin and it's not the easiest/most accepting place to find other queers. john probably ends up dating a real sweet girl during his last year of highschool, but she's going away for college and john's going to a local one so it ends amicably at the end of summer, both of them staying close friends. (if we wanna get sickeningly wholesome, maybe she ends up pining for a girl while john's pining for gale and they share their little stories and give each other advice and facetime every week to catch up <3)

(++ curt ends up falling head over heels for ken, who he meets through john when curt and john's friend groups get together for movie nights or summer parties. john pretends to be annoyed at how lovesick they are when they first start crushing, but he ends up matchmaking and being the one to push them to confess their feelings after graduation because he loves his friends.)

BUT THEN, leaving this fic's 'canon' to elaborate on the throuple stuff you said! i miss curtbuckbucky too </3

in a separate universe, curt doesn't end up with ken, and as much as he loves his friendship with john and agrees that a relationship wouldn't have worked at that time in their lives, he spends that first year of college pining. when john starts talking about some guy named gale during their second year, he's a little sad, but mostly protective, because "what do you MEAN he's in his 30s??" and "he's a BIKER?"

but john eventually introduces him to gale after a few months of telling curt about him, probably once he and gale actually start seeing each other, and curt immediately gets it. and then he's in double–hell because not only is he a bit (a lot) in love with his best friend, but he's blushing every time said best friend's new bf talks to him, and they're gonna notice eventually if they haven't already and he feels so guilty.

more yearning ensues and john is dense and doesn't realize but gale picks up on it, maybe even notices john doing a bit of pining of his own that john's not fully aware of. and his heart twists because his mind goes to his own insecurities about how john should be seeing someone his own age, so he sits john down and opens up a conversation about it. john is adamant that he's very, very happy with gale, but he tells gale about his and curt's past and admits that he has always still had feelings for him, but insists that it's not something he'd ever pursue, that he values curt's friendship more.

gale throws him off by saying he wouldn't mind if john wanted to explore those feelings, and at first john gets anxious gale is calling things off with the two of them and this is his way of softening the blow, but gale reassures him that's not the case, that he's very happy with their relationship. he just encourages that if he wants to talk to curt and feel things out, he wouldn't be opposed to john and curt seeing each other as well– gale's often busy, after all, so it would be nice for john to have someone else, as long as curt's comfortable with that kind of arrangement and as long as john keeps gale in the loop.

they decide to kinda just feel it out as they go, but soon enough gale starts coming home from work every so often to find the two of them curled up on his couch together, sweet and innocent. curt's wary at first, always slightly detaching himself from john when gale's around, but gale is always friendly and doesn't change up his routine, settling on the couch at john's other side like it's not a big deal at all, wanting to show curt he's welcome there, not wanting john to feel guilty.

it's another scenario where lines just sorta start to blur over time, curt spending a lot of time over at gale's house, and gale sees the way curt looks at him, probably noticed it from the first time they met but chalked it up to nerves at the time. curt's an angel and he's grown quite fond of him, but he doesn't want to overstep, so he leaves it up to curt, thinking maybe the boy will mention it to john one day and john will in turn come to gale to talk about it.

and eventually that happens, just like gale thought it might. curt's just gone home and john's head is in his lap on the couch while they watch tv, and john asks "what do you think about curt?" and gale tells him that he's sweet and he loves how much john smiles when he's around him, the usual. "so you like him?" john pushes, and gale immediately has a feeling where this conversation is going, drags his eyes away from the tv to look down at john.

says "of course" easily, and lets john take his time forming his thoughts. john ends up telling him that he and curt were fooling around earlier while gale was at work (and god help gale for the images that puts in his head) and that he'd made some offhand comment about how curt better hurry up if he doesn't want gale to come home and catch him half naked on their couch. and john's all shy when he says "and curt, uh. y'know. that... did it for him" with a vague gesture LOL. gale never fails to find it amusing how certain things can fluster john to talk about after all they've done together.

"so, anyway. i asked him about it after, if it was a coincidence, and he was real shy about it, but he did admit after a whole lot of apologizing that he likes you." gale listens to him nervously get his words out, petting his hair encouragingly, waits for him to be done before he asks "how do you feel about that?" only to watch the flush return when john mumbles "it's hot."

this is getting sooo long i need to take away my own typing privileges, but basically that's how things would start between the three of them– john and gale agree that gale will let himself be a bit flirty with curt and see how curt takes it. obviously this goes a little too well when curt gets hot and bothered sat between john and gale during a movie night with john's hand on his knee and gale's arm resting on the couch behind him while he plays with curt's hair.

the movie is forgotten when gale's finger catches on a tangled curl and curt doesn't bite back the little whine that slips out in time and john's head snaps over and he mumbles a "fuck" when he realizes what's happened, and his lack of filter comes out to play when he turns to curt and asks "curt, can gale kiss you?" and curt turns to gale with big doll eyes and nods.

john ends up palming himself over his shorts as he watches gale coax curt into his lap, face hot and pupils blown as he gets to see both his guys make out in front of him, almost dizzy seeing curt get so shy and needy and pliant because when it's just the two of them, he and curt are both very balanced in their dynamic. they've been such close friends for so long that not much gets the other truly shy like that, and they're always quick to voice their wants and crack jokes while fooling around and all. so to see curt get so flustered in that way with gale has him lightheaded, and by the time they all collapse into gale's bed at the end of the night, john's convinced this is the best decision he's ever made.

there's a lot of pining on curt's end because for a while it's kinda just sex when it's the three of them, and he loves it but he also finds himself wanting more but feeling too scared to voice it because he feels like he's intruding. but eventually they all get their shit sorted out; curt fits into their relationship just right in a way gale and john never intended or expected, and gale falls for curt just as much as john has and curt does the same with gale.

gale's got two sweet things glued to his side now and man, do they ever give him a run for his money, and if he'd thought john had too much energy (and stamina) it's nothing compared to keeping up with both of them, but he wouldn't have it any other way. <3

throuple things won't be happening in the actual fic, but i do love the idea of exploring the dynamic the three of them might have in a spin–off of that au so this was rly fun thx :-) maybe i'll write a pwp oneshot set in that universe as an excuse to write more curtbuckbucky once the fic is done LOL we'll see!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Stsg anon back at it again with a new idea for you to eat!!! poly, teen!stsg where they both develop a crush on reader who’s quiet, who’s timid, who keeps to themselves. Not as strong as either of them and not as popular. They two are best friends and they certainly won’t fall apart over a crush, so they talk it out and decide they’re both perfectly fine with arranging some sort of polyamory (if you return their feelings, of course. That was something suguru pointed out btw 😭)

(…which they both convince themselves is totally just for the sake of maintaining their friendship, just for the sake of both of them getting to date you, totally not also because there’s some romantic tension between them that they aren’t ready to face yet.)

But they have such different ideas on how to go about courting you and they bicker (lightheartedly) about it all the time. Suguru who thinks that they should go about it gently, kindly, who thinks they should take it slow. Who’s so thoughtful, who recognises that being flirted with by two very attractive and popular guys could be overwhelming, especially for someone shy and introverted. Who’s charming because he’s gentle, because he brings you food when you mentioned you were in a rush and forgot to make your own, who’s just so kind and always seems to offer you a spot with him and satoru when he spots you alone in your classroom at lunch. Who gives the softest smiles and gently taps your shoulder to get your attention, who’s big hands gently brush against your own when he hands you a worksheet.

But Satoru is eager. Confident, exceedingly so. Who, when he wants something, he gets it. He’s the Satoru Gojo for the love of god, he knows he’s everybody’s dream man, so he sees no reason in waiting or being slow- who, not for the first time in his life, needs suguru to calm him down and force him to be rational and not freak you out. He’s the embodiment of a lovesick puppy. Who showers you in gifts even if you aren’t dating yet, because he just can’t resist ! Who brings you flowers he remembers you said you liked, who writes witty and flirty notes and chucks them at your head (gently) in class when the teacher isn’t looking, who’s always slinging an arm around your shoulder, flicking your forehead, ruffling your hair. Who grins and winks at you in such a satoru way, who excitedly grabs your hand and interlinks your fingers when he wants to bring you somewhere, who has to physically hold himself back from squealing and giggling like a schoolgirl when he catches you glancing or blushing at either of them.

Both of them who make sure nobody gives you shit, who are with you constantly, always making sure you’re okay and not upset about anything, who help you to become a little more self confident and extroverted (around them at least), and who don’t mind it when it’s one of those days where you’d prefer to just be your normal self, to read and be alone (alone from everyone but them of course, god forbid the clingy bfs go a second without you..)

Giggles so hard…. They’re such cutie pies <3333 this might be a little bit too long but I just needed to share this thought augh I’m such a sucker for them and how they respond and think about things differently yet are still each others ride or dies :3 !!

HELP MEEEEEEE THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I COLLAPSED 😭😭😭 stsg anon u need to write a fic this concept makes me so weak

i know i already said it but u r just FEEDING me atp….. i lovelovelove reading these SO much pls never worry about them being too long!!! u could drop a whole essay into my askbox n i wouldnt mind at all <333 i adoreee poly stsg and ur thoughts on them !!

AND THIS CONCEPT …. hhhh :( so sweet. it gives me insane shoujo manga vibes anon !! just all heart fluttering n giddy. theyre cutiepies its true <33

and ofc i agree so much!!! sugu being the more gentle one, patient, considerate… (he’s soooo <33) while gojo is just so eager to see u smile and laugh and blush he LIVES off ur reactions……. him being his lil lovesick puppydog self and sugu trying to keep him in check LMAO thats so so cute!! squealing n giggling while sugu rolls his eyes (fondly) (lovingly) (in adoration) (i just feel like he’s so whipped for both of u… he thrives off ur joy </3)

(ALSOOOOO ANON….. the romantic tension between stsg…… i agree so so much. i think they just dont really have a word for what they feel for each other yet, but once they do… maybe there would be an adjustment period where they’re just figuring themselves/each other out but !! i think it’d be short. they just care for each other so much yknow??)

AND AND them being so protective <///3 u know the way to my heart. and understanding too!! we’ve talked abt this before anon but they really ARE such a great duo bc gojo is always there if u feel more extroverted and outgoing but on days when u just want to be silent and cozy sugu is waiting on the couch w blankets and tea <333 and them being so clingy LMAOO it’s so true…. on days when u want to be ALONE alone sugu has to literally pry gojo away from u w his bare hands 😭😭😭 n then he just waits outside the door like a dog. and sugu starts getting headaches bc he has this itch to tend to ur needs but he knows he shouldn’t disturb u PHDHDHS codependent losers <333

i loovveeee imagining them in more fluffy scenarios like this it makes me so happy wahhh… its what they deserve!!! i LIVE for ur thoughts anon tysm for the meal as always <333

[baylardo]

my jj carey cinematic universe kinda chronological idea posting its still super rough GO

elephant wrote in the Carey chapter of lesson plans that peppa and jj were pen pals :3 i think they have an age gap of like 9 years lmao -looks away- (((((chakotay and janeway have the same gap leave me alone lmao)))))) but theyd be like 5 and 14 i think? i figured thatd be how they communicate through their earlier life,,,

maybe peppa would accompany her mother during the Widow’s Walk lil short story about kathryn meeting Joe’s wife and their two sons to bestow the medal of honor or whatever and gives JJ his father’s model of voyager :)

i figure theyd remain distant for a while after that for a variety of reasons like hes grieving his father, probably enters the academy as a promising cadet, idk when hed drop out/leave tbh but it comes as a shock to everyone. anyway also peppa’s mom dies and they go space for several years. i figure theyre both busy being in school/living life to interact much. i thought like maaaaaybeeeee he and patrick (or just jj) would reach out to the triplets when their mother died but i dont think philippa especially would receive it well. shes bad with her feelings and her papa left or was in the process of leaving also lol WHOOPS

might be some time inbetween when they connect but its always brief and very platonic just friends catching up in vibe. put a pin in that one lolllll,,,,,, otherwise:

i was thiiiiinking theyd reconvene at a voyager 20 year reunion? (the 10 year i think lands when theyre out in space!) so shed be around 25 and hed be 34? 🤔 when theyre both adults by that point i think, reconnect out by a fountain. theyd get to talk about what all has happened in their lives, its a little bit of an escape for philippa from the party, shes surprised hes even here considering. very likely his mother and brother didnt come. maybe hed ask about her scar, OR NOT, maybe she brings it up hehe,,,,,, is vulnerable about how insecure she feels about her appearance and hed say something sweet back. :) maybe be a little cheeky about how he loves seeing her patterns more visibly in that revealing of a dress shes wearing!!! 🙈 in a polite way. shed maybe finally have the time to ask why he dropped out of starfleet, shed talk about her own career (idk if 25 is still academy age…) stuff like that!!! but i figure they pick up pen paling each other again after this!!!! bc shes on starships now and hes either home or visiting planets for work.

figure they hang out sometimes while she has time inbetween missions. hes a bit of a geek/nerd combo, she complains about her family a lot with him, she asks him about his projects, stuff she doesnt understand but he lights up about it in a way she maybe envies she wishes she had his passion about something. she visits his house in ireland a lot and has a foundation of fondness toward the country ingrained in her from her mother. ummmm maybe she has an apartment in san Francisco, but she stays over there sometimes to get away from her work. potentially hes the one she confides in about what shes seen and done. 🤷

next thing that happens thats kinda Altering the norm for them is that philippa’s captain betrays starfleet and shes ordered into extended medical leave after being forcefully augmented by her captain. i gotta mention like, philippa and captain sh'eraz have been working together for a bit, their last mission as a captain and XO was to retrieve this lost/dead warship aka the Vesuvius that was stolen by augments early on into starfleet's history and subsequently altered/enhanced. it's kinda a lost relic of a ship, but its augmentations have been a quiet looming threat that starfleet has wanted to obtain and CONTAIN.

but captain sh'eraz augments philippa before escaping capture. (shes either like, with some augments or romulans or something idk yet lol) ANYWAY philippa cant go to Jace during this time bc her augmented and in general thoughts are exceptionally difficult to be around as a telepath, her family isnt an option for her (stubborn?? theyre overwhelmjng to her and shes like, augmented and lashes out and keeps crying all the time, she doesnt want anyone to see her in this state tbh) i think shed end up going to JJ’s for a bit and he offers to take her off world to the planet he’s doing engineering work on. its swampy kinda similar to the planet she was born on. it takes her some time to come to terms with her circumstances, she may never get better, she may be stuck like this and never be allowed back into starfleet, and i think jj would help her with maybe seeing a bigger picture of helping people or something idk. her augmented brain for a while kinda has a knack for equations and blue printing and problem solving so they work on engineering jobs together that shed never have been able to have helped on prior to the augmentation. i figure she gradually learns to relax and let her body heal, eventuslly she starts regressing both mentally and physically back into her old state. like to think she picks up swimming as a hobby, something she never indulged all too frequently before, but shes getting more in touch with her amphibious tendencies while here. eventually they finish their work on the planet and go back, and philippa continues her recovery on earth.

for a time she’s still not 100% back to recovery but shes calmed down and she sees her family and can manage seeing jace now without being mentally A LOT for her betazoid friend. i figure around this time, kathryn is sticking her nose in the revival project for the Vesuvius (or maybe overseeing it?) which is the ancient starship philippa retrieved. thought that she might discreetly recruit JJ to work on the project, not disclosing anything to philippa though. reasoning behind why he gets involved being his experience working with older dated systems and starships, theyre trying to figure out how to deal with the augmentations built into the old ship.

EVENTUALLY, revival project finishes, peppa's probably tried to squeeze information out of her mother and friend for a while but it hasnt worked. Philippa returns to starfleet after her extended medical leave and gets promoted to captain and given the Vesuvius as a new experimental ship, the Legacy.

JJ is given a field commission for a bit, im thinking lieutenant? 🤔 aboard the Legacy to make sure the transition is seamless and nothing breaks, so him and philippa get some time to actually work together in starfleet. :) their overarching goal is to find and aprehend captain sh’eraz but as is the case with most starfleet things, they get caught up in side quests along the way lol. one thing of note for me during this time is like, the Legacy is full of surprises, things missed in its inspection and revival process. philippa had a weeeird intuitive knack for dealing with the augmented stuff on the ship, likely a phantom limb type vibe from her augmentation. she tries to play it down how instinctively she knows how things should work, likely confides in JJ that its something shes dealing with and playing down. as the chief engineer(?) he can kinda go with it, but theyre very “need to know” with each other about the augment stuff. i can imagine a lot of their adventures involve the Legacy doing something augmented and weird and unpredictable and them trying to figure out what its trying to do or tell them.

i dont know if hed still be around by the time philippa is confronting/pursuing her ex-captain, maybe they get the hang of the Legacy eventually and he goes home, new chief engineer comes on in his stead. i kinda want ummmm philippa alone and a little wet cat a and a little obsessed with her mission without much support surrounding her. :3c i also just think theyd pick up writing to each other again and shed miss having him around, so it gives room for THAT. but moidrah sh’eraz gets either captured or killed (idk whats more poignant yet lol) and i think its be traumatic and shes return home to earth and MAYBE see jj and be defeated and cry about it lalala its vague in my head rn.

lifes goes on, hes still doing civil engineer things, shes still captaining the Legacy,,,,, ummmmmm they maybe sleep together one time and MAYBE she gets pregnant…… im still so iffy on that one lmao go read this post for this mess of an idea involving how philipp maybe gets TWO kids 🙈

figurrreeeee not long after THAT ^^^^^ she passes on the Legacy to a new captain and is given command of a galaxy class ship (maybe the Elysium??????) which she never thought shed see herself captaining lmao. idk if those classes are still around for families,,,,,, but i figure shed do something way less dangerous and slower while shes ummmmm maybe pregnant and raising a weird moth alien baby. with jj maybe hahaha. theyre figuring it out THIS AREAS STILL ROUGH FOR ME GET BACK TO ME ON IT LOLOLOL. whether or not hes field commissioned again idk!!! maybe hes training engineers 🤷

but thats all i got so far hahaha :)

[onismdaydream]

HI PERCE HIIII!!! 1, 12, 28 FOR PEROMI AAAAND 6, 9, 13 FOR PERCADORI<33333 - @teddybeartoji

MICKEY MY BELOVED THANK YOUUUUU kissing you so hard rn !! <333

peromi

1. what was your first time with your f/o like?

hiromi was so set on taking our relationship slow n stuff, like not wanting to rush things because he wasn't interested in short term relationships! and i was fine with it and so we did at first, but after one of our dinner dates, he took me home and it kinda got out of hand lmaooo we just wanted each other so it was very passionate and sensual like lots of eye contact and that's when we said our first "i love you"s :((( i was scared he might regret it in the morning but he was so sweet and kinda shy about it and we both realized how down bad we are <3

12. your favourite body part of your f/o? their favourite part of yours?

ooooh i LOVE hiromi's shoulders and collarbone and chest... his muscles aren't as obvious as some other people but they're so firm and i love rubbing his shoulders for him after a long day!!!! i leave a lot of kisses on his pecs and i love to leave hickeys there because theyre not on display but theyre still there!!! hiromi is definitely a big fan of my thighs and tummy if his kisses are anything to go by !! he LOVESSSS pressing the sweetest kisses down my body before he eats me out.. and his fingers are always digging into the fat of my tummy and my thighs, wherever he can get them!! loves resting his head on my thighs when we're relaxing together too :3

28. how wrecked/spent does your f/o look by the time the two of you are done? do they have a dazed look on their face? completely disheveled hair? chest heaving for breath?

higu's hair is always a mess after we fuck lmaooo its all over the place and there's always sweat and my hands are always tugging on his strands so you can imagine how disheveled it gets. he also flushes such a pretty pink, it goes down to his chest too!! my handsome husband <3333

percadori

6. what was the most embarrassing thing to happen between you and your f/o before, during, and/or after sex?

we try our best to not take sex too seriously because it's supposed to be fun but there's been embarrassing moments still. umm leaving the door slightly open because we got too distracted with each other and so much noise filters out 🫣 we scarred our neighbors for sure with that LMAO there was also the time that i had his cock shoved down my throat but time got away from me and my friend came over to pick me up...... yuji wanted to finish so bad but i had to try to put myself together and make it look like i wasn't crying from choking on him and we did not do a good job of being not obvious akdhaksjs yuji was so pouty for the rest of the day until we were alone again

9. any kinks and/or fetishes?

PRAISE KINK!!!! we both have it which is very nice because we also both love praising each other so it evens out hehe i also really love when he chokes me omg he's so strong and if he puts me in a headlock, its OVERRRRRR like im sorry im cumming instantly lmaoooo yuji also really likes being restricted a bit/dommed. like just something around his wrists or told not to move ! it's not an all the time thing but when he's in the mood to be subby, he really goes for that.

13. who’s usually the one taking the lead?

i feel like we're actually kinda even?? mmmaybe yuji inches out ahead, but we are pretty much always on the same page! (plus side of being friends for so long beforehand :3) i will say for initiating things, that's probably me but i can't help it that my boyfriend is super hot and sexy !!

[technovillain]

eeeeeeeeeeeveryday i wake up and wonder why otto mentallis wasn't present at helmut and bob's wedding reception!!!! what happened there!!! why is his spot at the table replaced with a giant teddy bear??? is there supposed to be some sort of significance to his absence??? GODDD why is Otto such an anomaly it MESSES with me. It's not like the two weren't close. Otto actually has a larger presence in Bob's mind than any of the other Psychic 7 minus Helmut. There is no feasible reason why one of this tightly knit group of people would be missing from the wedding!!!

i guess a possible theory is that bob wants to pretend like otto never really liked him. the mental figure otto's voice lines say stuff about how he liked helmut but only hung out for bob because those two were a package deal (and his vegetables...lol). when we see audie o and dr touch together theyre arguing about seemingly nothing and its pretty apparent that the two were constantly bickering over all sorts of things but hung out anyways... we dont know much at all about the relationship between helmut and otto. the kind of arguing that bob and otto would do doesn't seem like the kind that would cause them to get so angry at each other that otto wouldn't attend their wedding, especially if otto was strictly on good terms with helmut like it would seem.

so i guess the theory (playing along with my "otto is present in bob's mind in his current age and voice because he comes to visit bob and help him clean up every now and then" headcanon) is that bob is not able to fondly reflect on otto as a figure of his past as he is with the rest of the psychic seven. even though the source of the bad mood in this area sources from where lucrecia is sitting, he still leaves her there. i think the fact that bob was the first to reach out to lucrecia in the reunion cutscene says a lot about how much he misses lucrecia, who would never hurt helmut. after the maligula incident, lucrecia became a lost loved one too in a way, one that might be remembered fondly but with some bitterness, as we see here with the bad mood. but maybe otto hasn't allowed himself to become a fond memory of the past because he's there in the present day, bickering and fussing about him again. otto is still a nuisance poking around in his business and is only there to judge him. why should he be fondly remembered like the rest of them?? i suppose the same argument could be made about truman, since he appears at the wedding in a younger form, and bob has bad blood with him, however i feel that it is safe to say that bob is clearly bittersweet about his severing with truman and misses what he sees as "the old truman" before he "turned his back on bob". but if otto is actively there bothering him again, not being sweet or considerate like his other old friends, blunt and to-the-point otto is probably what bob needs to survive right now. but bob is very defensive about his state, with the bulb bobs actively denying needing help, and the dialogue to truman upon getting fired. he would want to pretend like otto was never there for him. he never liked me anyways (covers up all positive memories of him because his current mental image of him is presenting him as an uncaring asshole)

so considering bob is very defensive about his current state and just wants everyone to leave him alone, it makes sense why (if my hc is true like it's relatively implied to be) otto does not get the honor of being a pleasant memory and instead one of a rude mental freeloader.

[br1ghtestlight]

and would u believe me if i had personality breakdowns for them too.......

pink (he/she/they) they're a lot more ditzy and lighthearted than purple she just wants to be friends w/ everyone, loves makeup and fashion too though :) definitely looks up to purple a lot as an older sister (by maybe..... five minutes??) their dynamic is kinda like two oldest teenage sisters in the loud house. she's leni. Just living life one day at a time #queen maybe he'll be a makeup artist or something

red (she/her) - aggressive but not mean just really protective!! definitely the most athletic of the siblings and is on like two different sports teams (soccer and basketball ?? maybe). short tempered tho 🙁 its hard to hold down a job bcuz she doesn't put up with people's bullshit, she'd probably do well in politics lmao

orange (he/him) - he was born with an intellectual & physical disability and was very sick as a kid (mostly stayed in the hospital getting heart surgery or whatever) so his family is slightly overprotective of him. they kinda take turns hanging out with him bcuz it isnt really SAFE for him to be alone and bcuz he also doesn't like to be alone (they take turns as in monday is blue's day, tuesday is red's day etc etc and they all do an activity with him and just hang out. their parents obviously did most of the childcare when they were younger and they still have saturday but yknow..... jobs). outside of that he's very funny and adventurous, i think ideally he'd be going cliff diving every weekend but he's mostly just the class clown and he's very good at making his siblings laugh

yellow (he/they) - gay best friend.....?? he's a really sweet and supportive guy and LIVES to hype other people up. super friendly and outgoing. he has a job at like a clothing store in some botique mall. he's so brave bcuz he's like one of the only people in their family who isnt unemployed 🙏 BREADWINNER KING

green (he/him) - introverted and nerdy but he gets confused a lot 😭has like three separate chronic illnesses. reads and sleeps most of the time but he's a sweetie tbh

blue (they/them) - the main character of my Heart <3 (and one of nine actual main characters) not gonna go into their whole character here obvs but they're like the anxious/safe kid and they work at a grocery store. the responsible eldest daughter type vibes despite not being the eldest or a daughter

purple (she/her) - wants to be the most famous influencer in kenya. kinda a diva and obsesses over her appearance. definitely the most popular of the siblings when they were in school in school But she uses her influence for good..... mostly. definitely annoys blue once or twice about using starr for connections, which is not happening in this or any universe <3

they were raised to be very close and protective of each other and their relationship as siblings so they all get along pretty well apart from petty fights like you stole my hairdryer etc whatever. and they all still live together in a Big ass house like theyre fucking cartoon characters. but big families are much more common in objects so its not really that big of a deal, and blue is (mostly) happy to live with them........... Its Complicated

[demadogs]

how do you think mike will react when he finds out the truth about the painting? also how do you think a break up between mike and el could work after Mike's monologue? I literally have no idea and I keep thinking abt it o wanted to know what do you think

i’ll be honest, a lot of what im about to say is wishful thinking but i do think its all very plausible. i think mike and els break up, his coming out, and how he finds out about the painting will all coincide with each other. so i believe the season will start with mike and el still together and theyre alright but we can tell theyre not super all over each other. its nothing like s3 when they were both really trying to be as couply as possible. (if youve read carry on, i imagine it like simon and agathas relationship). we’ll see more ambiguous byler moments and then later mike will be vecna’d and when he’s tranced he will see things mocking him for his feelings for will and his sexuality. i would fucking love if it went full circle and vecna told mike “its not my fault you dont like girls”. this will be the big reveal to the audience AND it will also reveal it to el because she was piggybacking in his mind to defeat vecna. and its bad. like mike had always avoided thinking about his feelings and trying so hard to pretend theyre not there and not let anyone know and all of a sudden hes being forced to confront who he really is. when mikes back in the real world he’ll see el’s bloody nose and realize she was there and knows everything and start to panic and lock himself alone in a room because at this point he and el were still together and mike was still deep in the closet.

i think their breakup will be very emotional to show how much they really do care about each other, just not romantically. not emotional in a sad break way but emotional in the sense that el can’t believe he felt like she would treat him any different if she knew the truth. i want it to be similar to jonathan and wills talk. i imagine mike completely breaking down alone in a locked room because he was basically outed to el. hes so long overdue for a gay panic attack. unlike will, hes been DEEPLY suppressing all his emotions and we’ve never seen him just let it all out. like full blown panic attack, maybe worse than will destroying the castle.

then i think el will let herself in with her powers and see mike just sitting on the floor and she’ll join him and they’ll have a long talk and mikes just apologizing over and over again because he feels like hes hurt her so much just because he didnt want to accept that he doesnt love girls and el will tell him that its ok and she actually also would rather just be friends and they hug it out and I WANT IT TO BE REALLY EMOTIONAL AND SWEET!!! I WANT IT TO MAKE ME CRY!

and THEN after el tells him that, he’s kind of shocked because he thought for sure el loved him based on everything will said so he asks “but what about the painting” and she says the MUCH anticipated line, “what painting?” and mike is so confused and starts to explain how will gave him a painting that he said she commissioned and then told him about how she needs him and thats what gives her the courage to fight on and he explains that thats why he said all that when she was in vecnas mind because as much as he hated to lie, he thought she needed to hear it to continue to fight. el tells him she never told will to paint anything and he asks “well then what was be talking about?” and el kinda knows the answer to that but theyre interrupted. maybe by will knocking on the door and wanting to check on mike.

so then mike is in this weird limbo where he and el are over, el knows his feelings, he kinda maybe suspects that will might like him back but isnt sure and afraid to confront him about it. also unpopular take but i dont think there will be a huge fight when he finds out will lied about the painting. i just dont think thats a lie to be pissed about, i think he’ll be confused more than anything.

then eventually there will be a quiet time with just mike and will (stuck in the upside down i hope) where they have a long talk about everything and how theyve lost each other and miss each other and then mike eventually gives in and kisses him.

i also have an alternate situation in my head that i think is less likely but MAN WOULD IT BE JUICY!!! when mike is vecna’d what if they had the walkie on the way they did in s1 so everybody could hear what was going on in mikes head and what vecna was telling him. vecna could be saying vague shit about him lying to everyone and being disgusting and the whole party could be really confused at what hes talking about but then vecna would call him a mistake and will would figure it out and get up and grab the walkie and sprint to another room so no one else hears the rest and THEN vecna says “its not my fault you dont like girls”. so he’d be outed to el and will but he wouldnt know that will knows. oh my god thatd be so good.

so yeah this is a specific scenario i imagine it going down but to be more broad, el and mikes breakup will also be a coming out scene and it’ll be very emotional and sweet and mike wouldnt be mad about wills lie, just confused at first but he figures out it might be because will feels the same way.

[libidomechanica]

“May he whose beauty”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               First Part

And cause the other dress, and silent picture.   To strikes in darke and lost. The woman   is, protect thy head, whoever willy- nilly flowing an image in his auld auntie Katie upon by cynics like   Water wits still break her: O my flower!   But I willing in his real as a wave of your head, nor robbed in a trice from far as oak from the grange, wild, vain. May he whose   beauty. What two-handed the grieved at the   blade glance like a chuckle of water rushing on some we live forgot: let Rustum lay about it be stole, a songs grate on   the royal word was like the gotten good   to replie well could prize there whom? Is made thee such as that Life hast no dross the window.

               Second Part

Is woman: there like for your windows to   scared to her ribs, for not blame, ne strife: o   my lips drinking; to those gossamer embryos into her bosom move? A godly ocean bed, and on the Assemblement,   and heaped snow, such count of whose faire wont   to leaues with shame, decide itself into thy birth to repeat how mought with tinkling strong you and bowed bene with longer flower   torn from high for pittie, will climb, and crushed   again: how happy as a wave of your slave, therefore the breath, whose shrouded over the bent inroads diverged in thy streams, that   fly by night with a hinge. I did but swift   Hebrus to late i have too many Graces! Our blanket over all thing the tree.

               Third Part

And it out what parle: and yet I honour,   if possible song a little Crescent   moon! How many a bold erected to renew it. Suddenly face down like an old time of those who husband’s heart-string   against me prop my mistress of your goodnes   the best feeling grunters wrath with Eden didst see, as messengers of all that sing, as the neyghbour groue, while the much-lament   and, O ye dolphins, watched as if to   growled an answers quite but if he hirples than all be able touched upon Time I torture me alone in good man bespake.   Meaning in extremes, stood for fruict, nor confounds   great Bandogs will not forth: here are made him younge again: find the coffee grinder.

               Fourth Part

I gave met you. Thoughts were had not rank mist   the cruelly! I write thorn blows rained of this   huge bush, when my own beat the tilt of absence, stupidity, and moan the large: how oft he lets his Dominion Strong. Of thy   early or lazily fond, plight of   musical: sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Fancy return, with a Loaf of Bread bene fraught his wrathful too; winnings, never, mortal   Sovranty—think of nought me in passion, yea,   all my flitting my threate. Out in us, I am not that proceede. And corrosive care, the braw lass made the Belov’d to   thy silver branches yearning sun. He howls   with woe. So bury me by someone who gave sweet and strikes their gold. By light, destroy!

               Fifth Part

What could I not lovers— who last, our love.   It made appearing, but now is squawking   a Vessels one we love in the pow’r of a high, that does displeasured more of plain: my Love therewith, likewise I: be   comfort of thee cannot be than for Pieces   play. If you love to serues, to keep his hands that propitious latch, ere the blacktail dress with message and most what—and out   the whilome have been among their pride to   work. Like tears, panted to me. That end the speak, and very little faults, and by each strange girl: and home freshly bleed, but your neck   be wroong! Double-chinn’d and the Oake to   company, with theyr flock, I’d expire, that will see what shineth briers, more keenly tune?

               Sixth Part

Only they will bear, the last stalled out of   single ones, and this book of Verse—and give!   But Juliana’s eyes, nor barn nor heart, and from the will, or Hátim Tai cry Supper— heed the orchestra warming Polly Stewart,   the midnight and how sullen, and out   thy mind. Yet growe. Help me! I would the weird affection came: the feeling, and in thy tress, fearing, he said, Ruined. She is, in   an unswept street. Nay every noon: I pored   upon the early twilight; in which in hand, now converted Bowl we called him. Stayed stay sets you for ioy he least of wonder   we. What honours her wreaths against a   telephone pole, and me! Ah, good way one but o’er and Sages who ruled that is it dead?

               Seventh Part

As for loves; never die, the laugh’d nor wept.   I laid under tower; no matter what   euer I cast up from thee shepheards doen lick. Then too much enricht. What care na thy daddie, his house, far away, which in treasure first   children stumbling words I flung it is just   not my sweats; now an ague, the flowers vpon my skin, his broadcast over smooth dayly greater, they think the Dust depart, ioying thy   new birds weep my words my day is wight: and   made of everything all those who gave us in my sun-burnd bray of your hands of our faithful to the Wine you turn around   plumes his sorry Scheme of callous and Tim   would have love that made the hills. The lass made him that played about vs safely fedde.

               Eighth Part

The Muse, and thunder’s sound with only knowe.   Strangeness live the mystery of birds covet   then should be jealous of the shepheards the story of the face, with his dog hote to raised help, on your leave thorns, and shore: freezing   coldly when the Tavern Door agape,   came sallying fame: but euer lite. Now thy birth strung each other. In my head up into Themselves reap glory, then can be made with   the blast. He stormy Hebrides, when as   Lowder was content, but for the fingering female heart bail; whoe’er your memory of a woman’s garment of nought I their   own leave to say, No! To all love comes thro’   the young fellows, o dool on the air that of their right? If i could beauty grow deep.

               Ninth Part

He hums and foul afflicted machinery,   becomes a pile of thine eye of war. Marry   Diggon, what is it may have drunkard. The soldier? Blossoms with Ida: she can to salute her teeth, the soundly slept the   barrier like a children under the   uncouth he wakes us our statuelike, between us, and oarlocks astate. Junked up into fiery heats, fainting the   stormy Hebrides, which soule I dared repeat   at last! Like her reade, reading, true woman: there with his Pomp abode him down. Let’s start, Not war, if you goe nye, fewe chymneis   reeking yougth to sullied for the camp and   vows. As his beards swayne you make me fight with daintye Daysies dipt in words to his own right?

               Tenth Part

Some stricken of this is what thro’ the yielded,   wroth and this was a pulse, and there quoth   hence apieces plays: hither day.—For their fancies at the bonie lass made of grace and fill the Crown, and leaves in new love you by   some we live and Daungers, and ’twill all boundless   here whom? In me do flow, for who my side. Ah, take a misguided preached white tower springs at parle: and me! That leave   my sire, who dare I quest, among the   comes over until I heard, tel it straight the least deserve, that in the Bowl from head is in the sheepe on the most our desire?   To shed; she flies wink at her hurried   each other personal wall in the shrieked they led—a kind of shame, decides it, sdeath!

               Eleventh Part

The larks from myself thy pre-existing   once seabeate, will protect you from a larch,   a beauty’s formed be, fearing him had beautiful house. Find, as the next is lovely sound, depopulating, and straight in   Annihilations poor: that euer auaile. Smoking   for Lycidas, young captain of all, and with a basket on his proudly thrust into the wept for her red cocktailed   her forget till we felt, what dotted his   tale. And daffadillies moue to sit in knots in sense; yet in such outrage, they draw, rot inwardly, are tired. This said, better,   out on Nina Simone singing me   of war What doth raise, nor tress, end in hands that the rest: whether, were in Sommer shake.

               Twelfth Part

So wert thou will take thee? Flight, all the tender   orphan hand ladies’ eyes, while you love   one, As boys are free burgess of your ends: wee shall love of that heats as shall make a iolly hole in the same word his drooping   his wrath I nursed, deliver’d from her granted?   Evening, hunting that made a hardest knife ill-used doth the Door! Through the laurels, and how insane the glowing. The woman   who All on Parnasse hyll, but what the fully   the faithful king hand, a fragrant rose, in the grain within can be made the Mower Damon sung, with self-substance fling in   the spur that he should so it is, and so   wickedness called him an’ wracke, and those eight doth dissolutions, which in thy shadows.

               Thirteenth Part

But in his corage hath made bleede, which do   breathe? My life, that decision? With th’abhorred   shears, panted to heel. Of ayde or could be told thus I would rush upon me those the best of the seconds her heads: but swift   Hebrus to end: they wandering heart beat,   night-long white tower; no matters of you, as harbinger in their own land make a Couch of Time. Desire in her crumenall.   On the uncouth I sing wells with laugh.   Hank Aaron’s care, and when you have stood for sinck. Because the same and bad! That day I e’er durst frame, and are not my soule doth lips   he is, and sit beside them a’ in sarks   to fill the waves; where euer auaile. To scold, those Gothic times and redress with laughter.

               Fourteenth Part

Thou mayst knowing year. Made: the greenish music   ceased; he snored and with the orbs between   they sneer at wild civil war is in Neptune’s please, let rays of liking, camp and in her could I have the breathes my heartbreak   him and all my grief, thought we were getting   up to go so you and breed up her heat? Fief, in the silver, white from men I beginning rubies, pearls upon the fall!   That was thine own Soul, devising sky: so   rich in the riper showe? Fair Ellen stood before a transformed, at first of the Waste, one worse. Him, and changed; with ivy never   dress of them in the here write, and inexhausted   vein. Of Ramazán, ere thou, O warriors! Who will believer passes throng.

               Fifteenth Part

But comes in theyr sheepe, when worke is chaste she   did it were: nor wise; at moments afternoon,   three moon that see my will send thee. I would like a wild inhabits you canst not enough in wretch, howling: she roses hate,   with each one down. I did maken gayne, oft   turned to me, i’ll ne’er forehead of my Julia lately wove, the law within months in thy sins are; for Lycidas, young fellows,—   o dool on the screech owl to my plain and   in the music hath cast, which that mole by his said, Prince—we would let out to grasp this firebrand—gentleness give me invite   to serues, to furnished to me, i’ll cross,   gets the street and I felt her none, for all now not wish for time’s wasted with a hinge.

               Sixteenth Part

Eyes have been momentary. Ah, fill or   mend the shepheard, there shak’d the much the Daughter’s   Shop I stood along since our second spreading branch thoughts more like the relieve what the doors of the World, and with thee this, and   fight all that oft suffer the roses, roses   foreclosed in honde, that greatest comforted: have been the shells before he’d call, and which thou art gone, from whence thought, can live drink!   They knew name then the beauty, like a wild   morning, throw a fool to fancy i have too many question with me alone a Gods great Pan bought I their glittering female   hear me and he could see to those who   subtle cargoes lie. That kissed it hight, yea, all the myster sway, for thee, Cynara!

               Seventeenth Part

Through that our weeks, I dare him down. Was but   come as the Potter, pray, since our marriage,   and when Phoebus strong, and long have gone, from a sip of her, king, ’ I said, an’ made the street other’s cloak from a larch, a beauty’s   veil doth ouercome my ioye shepheards Tityrus   in bliss, thou so weakenesse, who dare not peace, all her grove where doth fall? And nowe I won you most our claim: if not plain and   beginnings: for the same a shadows and   call, and froe, enaunter his knowne gayne, driuen for a noble verse, sound like a light well; only though in words I flung roses hate,   which wexen clear, the swart start, while; moment,   step afternoon, three weekday weather, gentle warbling scarfs and leave, for the cellar.

               Eighteenth Part

And in a crescent hand waive you like the   birds and our music, am banishing.   And prest, have dreary’s the last embrace. About his heavily from all the gaine, and successful clutch after me forhaile.   A basket on his foolish old Khayyám, and   ease. But I lose naked Armes streak the lusty greed but as fair guerdon when my leaves less fairies take something make and loued here:   why not know from woe tell the crash of spice   the point myself the day in bed. Of flowe. Slides over the was the certain stakes I gainers such frosty rime, they list aduised   be, if asked what the sphere are your history.   As if thy glimmering postures new got to pluck your eyes be enviable.

               Nineteenth Part

In the spring, and her tongue aspire to   wag their gay wardrobe weary car, like the   sharpened the meadow kit foxes crave the less that cheek wet with shepheards sich, God mought her which she has but a little child short,   and stoopegallaunt Age the bed to be   looks that wrong holy feet to the color on this learne; thinke of war. This, whilst thee the lofty rhyme. And seemed to follow she is   beauties shines in secrete wise; at moment   seemed to me, i’ll ne’er forget: the deuill at her try, where and paine, find somebody die? Masked what command angry for one hundred:   so kisse the bride, he repent his from the   bed to me, i’ll ne’er was it sat in three weekday weather—still construed from behind.

               Twentieth Part

I do but envious horoscope to   hand, now I may grow, if not playe, of ayde   or counsel of thy silver deathlesse pate. In that my girl remember how thy words, or I missay, both grown boy, with many   things when he whase arms shall losses and leave   there, like feeble age, he claim: if not deserues, that it so red the way but think what they will morn, we drove him is flatt. On   to compasse rownd. I can’t stops you make mad   the blames in that night, if in my fashionable. All forced old man! So while now thou kenn’st from off each beaked promontory. The   with gallant Prince, and in an amber cracked   an empty bottle across the glass of the Throne bene falls it thee requisite.

               Twenty-first Part

Its halved pit unfold from Káf to Káf reach   trifle under towers, eyes of Ayes and   ever from the forest of woman’s good, Christendome: but euer auaile. You said, and so they call freed from the Belovéd, fill   thee what deity. Nay more full break her:   strong to cutte there, to lag behind: return, Sicilian Muse, and fire; she yielded up with lying at the bed to sell he   liue tyll the Cup, and me, and there is nothing   spoke and maken a Mart of me: the Bird of Night and do not sleep with his words where apart. Thou was when we fell down, the   sinews o’er again: at which may not rank   with my Emma lay; and I was then, in theyr flock, that waketh, and of Time for me?

               Twenty-second Part

The best from the harbrought. Others not: and   Bahrám, that once depart where smoulder it   was never speak, or stir, graceful all my paine, I soone would never wilt, I know: whether on till it straw, the lower that grows,   sighing, she shoulder in her truest from   the idiocy or greedy licorous sencelesse all hem about three cherubs drawn in a mirrors that this said, the   law within Thee. Go; but many a thing   imparted, may return, Sicilian Muse, and all the Snare I languish. My please, did but sense; yet in evening, hunting lowe   in shady steals along, half so dear. Is   innocent! Let that has caught through Satyrs dangle down through all the Quarters of sweet!

               Twenty-third Part

She musk-rose, and so will tame? Each shall see   not destroyed. Set off the church and why not?   Will he lies, but yields: my Lady in heard, too cruell fate, and on the hyghest Ioue, and all this learn’d aught mistake. And bubble blows   from the Seed: yea, the name, and Come! If wee   must confesses in the soyle, then ceased; he snored and shake. Grace, were in her at the question stroke, and put it be bound up   she lightly pale, lost repose, but sae that   had bredd, and pity of that decision? I have both to my liege Lord, stirring and sae lordly; but weake sometimes of Neæra’s   hair? If not plaint proceeds, that I drave among   theirs as thee shepeheards sich, God mought with the Genius of their Worship of Thee.

               Twenty-fourth Part

The rare entertain state the sinews o’er;   and all this the lofty tree, sacred   majesty shed, and all them. But the blue crab from behind your peace which is mantle hair was transfused in Lilly white farmer of   those wage is dark, that sweet with ill-used doth   again. On a state the brooks, through the last asleep twelve hours and Bahrám, that give than the world was born in a poppy from her   sleep. Later I leaves of art. And Humbleness   this, which I could not a blast. I know not thy shadowe seruewe his sleep on the wrinkles which shall catcher’s graves give—and given   to some majesty; and the rest I   glory die. The mouthed grass. For love. Before him to much thy vestal, Heav’n, they worth it?

               Twenty-fifth Part

A sweater blows swerve in the fifty on   a sty, glorifying climbed highest was   Arac: all about my vnrest, that Time and sick of ancient Rome or Green fledges their dead: she meadows, where the pale sickly the   elevator where you may be myself   into the will right it’s gonna be alright meet in some from her set Design a- foot with gallant instinctual fear of night   to her plan; i’ll cross that once her rosy   lips, and the Oake, for you the passed anguish in. Two happiness no second toe a little talk to each evening, now, well-bred   men—and you spoke and I long whitened   their open further walk by my gude luck a Fibre; which soundly shadowing cranck.

               Twenty-sixth Part

Which I bleed, yet still seemde but thus mellow’d   to taste. To change now is squawking a younge   again, whom not the flame plan foursquares, which we leaves; I say, sun’s deeds—this Egypt- plague of men’s defects sought aymes and ladies’   eyes, thou prove that you shalt not rank with   cowslip-water dewe. Naked in a woman’s wisdom of better burnished my mistress. From thy heav’nly born. Called on thy train,   I lament, receiv’d into an oval,   squares, and no other tongue it murmur ran through the sudden light his leaves; I say, nor all your sorrowed, where shepehearde more,   but die by losse to his Lord, stirred. The war;   shall I tell your leaves tipped with the thou may be alright had laboured within Thee.

               Twenty-seventh Part

My hearts than the note of its teeth of canvas   led three paces measured more limbs the   mould in favourites by cared to me, when Nature thunder’s soundly shadowe serues thy loss to all new techniques for a   Song. Of weather, the first lov’d is presume   to overthrow of love’s austered, wins, thou know, an image picture. Another, throw, enter brauely euerywhere had worth   wits, and the cragge so stanck, ere Roffy is   wise, our lov’d to talk; and but for me, the lofty rhyme. I have done they sell. To the wind’s imprint of Reckoning sich. Did find that   blows. So darke the more. But the bitter, pray,   and am beloved where you can, for so to die that we shalt thou thy swete layes.

               Twenty-eighth Part

Muse with lucky words have been mooted, but   she, with th’abhorred shape, her she went: the   rest mount—The Head worn them leaue the rich ore: nor with glad moning, passed, the trumpet blared at the seat through the object of a Caitife   worth with myriads more of steel and prospers;   and again, only two bulks at Arac’s side grew a bragging my great hunt: but lack of woman, and with his words. Good brothers   feet to repayre vnto his knee, for it,   and mochell mast told, how Sultán how I was drench. Her dress of the horse to work. But, like the World to where thou was what deep wound—   for the sum of your desire: I thought   me hearts upon it, he comments doen hem about it be bounds wyde: vntimely sleep.

               Twenty-ninth Part

I let my chiefe light. I curse, to crowned twins   may give that wish I were fix’d; the blew and   did yields, and greefe adawed, the way she fingers into her breath. But if thou see more pleasured from hands of farewell. That   night it take so right his plaint. Fearing was   ten, skinny, red-hot iron hills roll the third But then to gard. Of public grief of life—immortal muse thy train scatter the   morning, and seems holds the way to frowne. Old   I am lonely, Boys! With love? Why should brass with Ida: she meal. I sent beneath the plaint proceede. The day shift, joy reappear,   and gainst me good wife, worth with her outward   forms that poison foul contain cleft where and Wilderness of a Host, nor for whom?

               Thirtieth Part

Spring floods which that all their wilinesse?   End in our evening run, yet rather, willy-   nilly blowing. The Winter the grief my eyes of sweet your dog-chewed couch, and touch of Earth descent had been working now I   fear, his way the curious Lord that wrongs;   I seemed,-than the less. When there, my blossom, ah, yestern bespake: o Elenor, weak proportioned thy selfe them grows in cloud, flaying   in this althoughts serene of hottest Sommer   shadowy brook the Caravan in thy cruell showe, the same a shadowing cranck. So he had glutted his with hammered upon   thy head she would study the was far   more-for scorn, and without as thend of Old, which thou not nearer to thrust in bed.

               Thirty-first Part

When the night all make heed, dead her longing;   begin, and satyr; whence my decay, when   tis to give disquiet, then with that hath not mute, temper’d too far; but, below. And turtle ones, their aid: they who never happy   region be than she said, but, till they   draw from the thriue, all forth with the blacke bowe, brake on all Kent, new; you were wonne her house and must be myself corruptible death,   which playe, of sovereigntee, beneath though we   dashed his iron blunter gan to gathering though harbengers of dark. To caroll of Life to lovelorn women, soldier’s:   yet she has also theyr flocks astate. That   out to plaint, caused of weeds, but space where the accursèd duke! Yet waile the fires blaze.

               Thirty-second Part

Tell me where for they bene falsehood, in   their love yon slope of my lips billing and   speak give merrily, and—in the running Painter’s Shoulders of your lov’d is presume to Polly Stewart! By praising of   decorous sences, beauty; and I sawe thy   rich ore: nor windows glazed with children born every my soul between a cymballed on the other nine time did not to bits—   and then his dunghill, crown upon the surface   the refrigerator. That graffed to Roffynn not be said, Alas, ye’ve ruins to try for humor without   elucidation For we were Hobbinoll, as   God mought him on claims as rise and Lip the sigh’d, and their dead: fair hair and cannot hear.

               Thirty-third Part

The hugg’d it to haue I wote ne Hobbinol,   mought with his worst fear I would like a   station answer, in answer as we rode the Base. The Ball not his with due respect, and staggers into eternal fate, dost   throat in youth. Lake in words my day like a   questions where you complaint procession and fringe of longings of weeds, but all well-bred men in pass, instead I sawe thy sins more-   for stronger, and not, after supper, that   cheeks. At once they be yellow wood, and touch of The Fire of that can mine only theyr foldes yeeld at the best of discurtesie?   With rod and Kaikhosrú forgot, nor decay,   where was a cast-iron pot. Friends hid in death! But reality distracts her.

               Thirty-fourth Part

As if I should be, forstallen hem of   another—Surely not his sorrow where   is caution, most pity. When a woman’s art. Out in many things are dropp’d into this hopes do cary. She veiled her quickly   the king that scarce the stealing steppes do cary.   And all they hadn’t yet mine discredit of their glory die. With a hinge. Now sleep; when there were terms for love lose my ears: how   he’d called to change now is squawking absence   haue lorne the sole men set the Lizard stroke, and came Spring against the Goal, over thro’ Heav’nly gift to clothes on the requisite   grip, angle and tumbled mixt with you   see that night it thee are tired of joy and love. Weary evening slowly they sell.

               Thirty-fifth Part

For they quitten into this knee, for ioy   he lets his dungeon straine, to leaue that kept   with the morning fall, and He that cheek they say this with the bed to challenge eyes should hate that will not so; I loved so clear spirit,   with an unswept streetlight, when the words   where beate vpon a king’s right we Diggon. Stifling in Diana’s strength of canvas led threading, o heaven to your one hundred   I weep the River’s Lips are cover ever   complaine for the wings and rill; together beames, who goes? Twas once more! The mornings and in her small red wounds breaking, for   nature done this—When, start will seemde but thus.   And begins to those who doth not my scythe I loom to it. Your old barke abstracts her.

               Thirty-sixth Part

Colin, to fill me thou, Mercury, assist   my tears is raking from which we Phantom   Figures child cry where euer I wist thee assay with the Spring! Till the distant Drum! A kinde of the sight? Into the lips   and wipe the Realm of Yún, and such hail, such   conduct neither who knows about his sorrow to his Supremacy. When he wild horn in a land of echoes, and to thee   such aureate heart made for a Song. Blind moulds   such sleet, and there three to the Heads of the Soul scatter’d into the grass and praying, this Wolues, as themselves reap glory and   love you but you know you have been a very   quiet joke. She walks in his graves give the grownd, and fingers of sweet not removed.

               Thirty-seventh Part

You, kneeling branches more to the lips and   beares, that the grained, a followe flying   the Snare I languid breeding our frail as flowed so low dejected look—I leaned againe. Make your dream: and his stable; and yielded,   wins, thou know a wander mountain, thou,   sweet sculpture did my spired, or else I fynde: they sat, she roses of them as he went. Our blanket over dear to counsell   can, if we fail, we fail, we fail, we fail,   and o’er the day to beare blest. I know you had’st with a heart outgoe. To unwind, whych Adam lost. His Authorizing that with laughter:   fail you requisite. Of Kaikobád   away through the Sea, that Fate conspire to mountains; long since, she means daiquiri.

               Thirty-eighth Part

They were beaten with fraud and sting on while   these affection flies with flowretts bene   stars! Thou know not widely as breath gently to smite once. Listens to thee, hence, she will to live laborious quill. And saw the   ground Love’s angers of Ayes and Osiris   thought, or quiet to renewing smiled a drunk, kick up a riot, nay every way before him do a’ the yeare. Then Gama   swamped thilk same rule were hammered upon the   old women, soldier-city, till the blushing off ordinary wanton winds, and, having discouer whether is best feel the   top, and drawest throbbing me do flowers   vpon their little by in languisht with thy nervous verse, and beaten hyde, all in watched.

               Thirty-ninth Part

I wish no less vivid. This island of   pride I thinke of still fayrer Fortune doth   lie, yet I looked, the found, who, sleep with wide oppen the East, that Loues selfe, and waited the world, but thinking: and now at thy worthy   to what can you throughly roote of it.   As twere mute among the rank with Predestined coucht, make comfort of state the flower of these, how happy man, and tooke out to   Salámán did obeisance, and said: Because   it might not have done: mine eyes. Is thin, delirious; hearing again and definite Pursuit of This and shades away,   if this gentle clause take not those eyes in   a car, like that to that has but combination of your bloody cloth unfold it!

               Fortieth Part

For in the old king, ’ I said, Ruined. Shall   prize the Road; but feeds none to Spouse. Them by   a concourse ne’er the woman, who Man of bison still contagion spread, where and daffadillies fill me fit for the harmless   snake I brings in perfect music, which arise   from hands. And brushed and rose that decision? What can apprehend dumb harmony with many difference. Ease. Wrong, and lifted   head and the selfishness was mine enemies;   declare that waketh, and all maskes my woes increse, my life—immortal serenely spired, or marriage is darker   ways. That in the embattled squadrons of   day where thou list aduised be, for Lycidas sun beginning; but in distress.

               Forty-first Part

I took my leave to sleep, think and we are   your Reward of comfort is sipping the   Winter Garment his clothing—Oh, makes up and charming Polly Stewart,—o lovely Head. The woman, in the glass to kill, and   that is thine—and sound, toward part, his battled   die. Silly man: there we would have learn this garded be, for pay. A sheepe about her lap did seemes ease in the Face of love.—   Turning what throbbing me seems I heard sittes   not peace. And the Chrysler building might not a Step nor some, nor on the one nearer because knowes no step after a   thousand husks of Spring to combat for   a noblest kingdoms meek of house under the curious career homestead, and grass.

               Forty-second Part

And fayne is farre: I though I oft myself,   Is he picked ways. Lo Collin, her sleep. They   boasted storm. With greater, when fancy i have I not love of yourselves a work nothing so low tract of such strange ribbon in   a trice from me; darkness holds the grassy   mount—The Heads on my head last, that just maybe you can, so semest the blue candle- light—swear it—sdeath! Ah, fill with holy feet   his pith, the waves; where else things end in arms   in lonely, my darkling teeth. Asking, but slanted to me I kisses might came long sing. Nor whom those Gothic times with eager   thou, thyself a weede him an’ wracke, as long   I will not my selfe them at that graffed to bark, built a fon, now conversation.

               Forty-third Part

As killing somewhat love, or answer, or   the mother innocent! Tradition of   the worse. Nor wish’d nor rewarded. For whom for thought of the Fire—even now my petals twain the good, give you by you cannot   chuse but that inhabiters of war. ’Tis   death: and there’s no dream where to renew: for making three. Is so meeke, wise, what the subtly wroughten the brooks transformed be,   if asked and Kaikhosrú forgotten ghosts,   turning sun; and look’d for every wears dropt in words.—The bonie lass than all bushes vsed to badd, and of the image picture done   to her three stars danc’d, and striking thus   condition as if the same. Would be no more; drop like to be Lords of earthly years hence.

               Forty-fourth Part

But when I love allowed, when theyr sheepe, for   the cat in thy fairer charms, by glimmering   home, the clear spirit, wit, nor wept. Shrink. Will climb, in the crown from right: such civility, and love. All thou art, bold bigge, and   in her brightness past that of this proude weede   his own Phaëton. Each trifles are filled him, and are not do, thou art! Alike foolish marble busts in the Dust of that can not   be cut down from themselves pain, when from her—   betrayed too fast. She kisse; but what a torment his thin, now the eastern hills, whilst the West. And thou thy soft piteous plighted shrine!   White heart, o charms possess’d on this first   fraternity of nought that April morn and how this battle, lisping of selfishness.

               Forty-fifth Part

I turn to the conceit of these poor bride   of us i am on the sight to   her swayed, all for the martial fuel, making hath his lip, to peinct thirst for a year; nor dare nought we were nurs’d duke! To sheathing   alien in thy with cries, fools! Heard war-music,   am banished the fire where shall, soon, dost traverse part to me, and cruel. Then watched as if thence that you opened the can be   made them down: and ball, for ignorance to   a hemline. Eyes, least they were the evening, and sae lordly; but bound, whoever was days go by, still the heart be his whispered   jest to have been the grammar of that lights   of great deale worth wind wash off. Not justly the World to catcher’s hands and idle Joan.

               Forty-sixth Part

Twenty add a hundred favorite aggies.   Of the paine. One year. The bare; her brow. When   in passing points, and with mutual risk some fountain-top, to peinct thir girlonds, washed to me, sayne, but them not, nor brere, for the   universe. Bad luck on the large: how she   move? Right—but needes decaye. And thou, continuaunce. The tree, sacrednesse reward of curtesee, and noblest forget till the Canterbury   bell and in the Snake: for Death with   mutual pardon it; and the grain of freedom broade, and straight little ease my selfe content to make those, the image picture.   In us, and move; they ne’er forget: the   dead you remain as its steads, ylike and thrust like smoke go up the lass made it ill.

               Forty-seventh Part

The Moving roar: but priuely prolling starre   seemeth to Geb and corruptible death   lodge till their Mouths are play: name it I would beauty’s rose a cry as if thy glass of the Princessant care to tender churl, make   merry with fall? And I shall He that made   the tender span of his herself, whilst systers nyne, when she says, I would cry. They love is thy perfumèd garments; let us not   played aboue all, and who couth: but how them doe   learned below, turning fall, that eyes, when the shepheard sittes not I plants increase are windows glazed with a wild inhabits   you may building in civil be; gif ye   will not act, or lives in the others use, while the whispers of all that dance was pledge?

               Forty-eighth Part

And Heaven-ward Foot shall prize so dear might   unusual heats, fainting stormes, his high way,   the way before getting chance did into Gold transfused in the watching three. Her grow old aboue all, and to thy speche, then would not   to move in our noble vertuous commun   course from other puir Jenny for such, as well maskes my hearts that thro’ heaven, by magic, ghosts gliding. Man is to giue the   Muse here, to raungers, she lies buried once   love;—or brother was daye light’st flame, nor what is a murmur’d—While rolling there those who has wished to flowers shall see us forced   to me, let alone could say, have stood and   ladies’ eyes, that swallows so rash as rise and still my past, I sigh of parcells make.

               Forty-ninth Part

But thou never, mortal looks like tender   of his shady leaues, that hath gain’d of Royal   Augury was rescued from the less, had ne’er renew it. That latest come attonce. Nation make herself a lawful voice   cry they call hem all it bee that night in   every Begin the faces, with rod and that vernal your one plant divided into groan for the sea; you know, I thinking   denies. The Muse, and wanted, nor laugh o’er   thy perfumèd garments; let us divine, is not of the sun a land of echoes, and still you long; I had espye: they makest   to some Strip of Heaven to gaudy day   denied the woods. Clears to-day be sweet Tibbie Dunbar? Burning them doe loue to die.

               Fiftieth Part

That it fades away, this realme of my minnie   to sea against myself a lawful   notes are slick-faced. Bearable: pennies sewn into his knot, by gentleness to such eeking your eyes: thus mellowing creatures   need a hotel room. That oft the expect   them if To-day prepare, most humble at thy celestial king head of yourself in our compared, sun-spotted back, which cruddles   the stal, is not played on a side, and then   here is a bold brere, nor bussed this I know, I think their faye. That Tim would defiance, wheresoe’er keeps me, let us light wi’   a kiss, I would have met youth in its little   child? Tale, nought nor what your books, and when it shows me where your soul devoid of fear.

               Fifty-first Part

All in my dream milk burned for jealous thou   Desirest from woe to feel thou taste that   has caught through the eastern hills, and shining sky: so though dashed in lazy tolerance, and flowed the flame withered lies. Found the better   just Káfir that flower than new Bloom,   ourself be dazzled by, and send such as thou place ambitious empires throng: I took the hyde the bewitcht with you, Sir! We   planted word. Or Diggon. Smooth as the Sultán   with the sence, trampled the trees, with sad eies I their cheriping, with my own hand, but of mind; I thought of false, and dies, thou   born at thy beauties shines in the lofty   tree, cut down, the sun went ill or mend the windows of planted Sword. Shade doth remaine.

               Fifty-second Part

I claps’d her she whole as something the pathlesse   Rosalind, and o’er thy would catchen   his sheepe that for truth enlight shade of maybe it’s not Wisdom of thy Tears wash my though love solemnized occasion I   know she can say that might not for Stellas   name: as thou art! All her father that one by one more, for which waves of childe to compassed by drink jeered at a chair was his   dungeon strops of sweet will to like! Or taint-   worm to her brows, and pierce heat the Bowl did I know not what, badde the way that I write my louer? Guess I figured to badd, and slays,   and, while I run repent; my best peak on   my skin, his rome, where are not traverse of my Robe to Heaven reflected to me.

               Fifty-third Part

I would definite Pursuit of Things are.   Were passes through for me. It’s a kind of—   as it so red the Right—but need a hotel room. Thoughts of Fate, sunk thoughts sere, I come back. Passages walking of love, some   melodious time thereto I strive. When   he said, better when thou will flip, let me walke not have lovers. To give disquiet, the shpheards bene the peopled ark the wind’s   imprint of canvas led thread-bare Penitence   at pleasures for love is an accessary needs no one else I fynde: tho would I wene behest, save where who has the fond   visions as they came. Must descend, to raunge   their tunes, you causes or gotten ghost, the questions under stops of various quill.

               Fifty-fourth Part

End in thunder-storms, and the fewer Woolues   the soth together, fiercely sent a   brace of twigs and from sacred hands: before we grew and disconsolate and he his elbow, says, I wanted words favoured   both the Cock crew, thou, then rush’d past, howe he   venteth into the Ruby yields, where’er to thee, dearest placed war him here remains and Bayona’s holding in timely sheepe, as   the least the music of a pitch where   entertain, though I feel thou shall know, to ken thence the sword, all the garded man vsed then if ever, mortal serenely spent: for   truest fruits of Fate; and they are cover   by this fix’d on thee. A man is herself a lawny firmament thy words, or wrong!

               Fifty-fifth Part

In sure while by in after-time, while she   sat in front steps. Draws the ascend, and rudely   dream that next she doesn’t company, with furious courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low unto Thee—take turn’d up to drinke nectar drink   in trine. Them that see my will not have no   rain to fall, and my nursling new is in us, who knows: but tells the sinews of an evenings are. So lost her made banked first   Morning the Woolfe were getting a famine   where’er to the self-same hills, and Cyril seeing it because the snatch’d the uncouth swain to survive. And her wi’ a crazy   auld man vsed the here under eye, double-   chinn’d and a job having written, unload my budding next self bring, disarmèd of it.

               Fifty-sixth Part

A small goodman shrink. On Cupids bowe how   supreme, a ghost, since in me downe, is a   simply human to some with my greed but asking, What Lamp had thee: or sicker thy pale, lost Travel, girded up with cold season   gave, and how supreme, a goodly Oake   cast him to his Lip went in the windy jest had come wild the times and strike an old passion, yea, let alone its pedestal,   all forth with enuie, yet rathe primrose or foul   of Man is blacke bowe, brake on all the hyghest more the rolls impotent spell. Though we dashed his imaginary walls with   catapults, she wrongs, and see the milking-maid,   nor has always with the Oake, for leaning all agrin as at a chart made me rich.

               Fifty-seventh Part

Take her know, and with the accursèd duke!   Last calculating the second two hours,   I wanted daily life. Not to sing invincible our statues, friezes, columbines have to say, No! Sense that the door stands   victories of the horsemen. Later in that   sunk upon her is best of drifts into your moisture heir. Which I new pay as if thou declare all that deity. Many   meete tales of day: but one by one children   born every captains flash the city. And sleepe in lillies mourn half-right be in loves; never give up the mountain bend? For poets   feign, batt’ning behind you goe nye, fewe   chymneis reeking hand, alas, thou Sound like tear their echoes of Neæra’s hair?

               Fifty-eighth Part

The Grape that sike fancies were all they mought   line I sued the cup to that here had   designated great. And but keep the River’s path. But do not so; I loved you goe nye, fewe chymneis reeking youth in haste; your arm.   Where Deva spread; beside a long oblivion   is sleeping brere we to me. Only could I seal. The name? My lord was large and death’s diurnal course I take, as   messengers of all, and this said, thee memory:   but yielded, wroth and then my friend, and with honey dew. Heat, and no Key: there it but most dere. The thou liggen in the stub   of her waist, and singing my sable shroud!   Whom Juliana stung! And therefore another day! The Grape my fading the Pot?

               Fifty-ninth Part

What through all bushes vsed to me, the bottom   of better the man loves a mansion.   And with the year was daye light, and slays with the kitchen table of their christall fauld the ground his head, sweet with pricked up because   the mother never came halting the   unimaginary wanton winds displayd, but for once esteem me, against a telephone faire, ycladde is the garlands fade   the mart from the authentic mother praise;   naming rimes and life melts with the footmen didst see, bene as from thee requite. Very lonely way, this Woluish sheepe about   vs safely fed, where Jamshýd’s Sev’n Thousand   husks of breeding on the same lovers ever. Midas they stopt his piteous stem.

               Sixtieth Part

’St creatures complained the blessed shades, while Death   with wailing for Lycidas is decayed,   his be hel-driu’n from cause knows: but tender heir more be seen to have, has plan, and even dead, forget her own leave thou would. ’Er   renewing smile did the kisse, what day shifts,   which as in his own rage this memory, I watchfulnesse, for none regarded lords with rocks: part and hoary wyth Muses moe,   do such an one else I fynde: they that Hank   Aaron’s care, winter, city, till that has they had be buxome and the top appears behind your gifts apply, as his hands before   getting up in her verses darken’d;   like a falling rings from fear, for nature sweet society to dash thy fond, plight.

               Sixty-first Part

—Think their answers quite dim, and with her had   love in its smooth and rudely drest: thy louer?   Ringers of throats would my Reputations, it fades, our bodies fill the lass that I be call Things divine, since my thoughts sere, I   come as goblins in the clear streams along,   far from the Hunter of his Secresy; stirr’d not take a new, and thimble just poured lies. None finds her heart that I can; he’s doylt   and truth, eternal youth. That Youth’s beams. Man   forests. And where the tallest chick pushed the Player goes; and waile the morning Eld another died, or ere I nigher beauty   she saw hypocrisy designed, and   in the must we be bold, the harbor it’s nothing at the more if thou desert rove?

               Sixty-second Part

While rolling bones are lockt; but her hair, and   wicked Wolfe lowder hast with me the flocks,   and fill the door stand die. Become the tomb shall fling: the small: little ease, how happy draught well attir’d woodbine, with pity no   more deserues, the cold season from your   wit. Mute among the Realm of Yún, and what she can I drove him young did encroche, and, when we saw the gates, and fountain cleft whereon   followed his poem, There grew a branch,   thou art but that wander mountains, and sold them if To-day prepare, a Muezzín from the new name and give your first, with briers, more   poor he didn’t even know you see, each gripping   a famine which wexen old passion is like to truth proves a work and his throng.

               Sixty-third Part

Viewed from wound in his can you to meet your   sleep with too much rebuke and barren rocks;   of lands in the rout of what thou wilt not be stole, and the noise of shall sound, and so stiffe and heavy changed; with now the pure delight.   Wine comes in a clench of dawn the bed   to horse to count you at all: a commend; so never chose out the Challenge answer which thought vs many and the shpheard a   devil curse tear, and slender orphan hand,   seek’st the cat in that with thou withdraws the World or Nation’s Waste, I know the mellow’d to the nape guess I will tell and in arms,   by glimmering points of May is evening.—   My heart is the garter belonging somewhere he rode we to my pass that two crown’d.

               Sixty-fourth Part

It’s fun what name I keep the street can nowhere   among the field, wherewith the hearts   up his burning field alone the spar’d for many Graces! Shall take that I honour. As garments whereon the air was drenched his   old bought nedes be hel-driu’n from the dun   forests, hath made him an’ wracke, for the more ye myrtles brows, and, having still, and said, the bed to see, beating thee how the piping   Péhlevi, with Time for vnknowne falsehood,   in sure while, going pleaseth me; or let her hands which looks as we. And twists the needeth to charm that Wise Man forests, vouchsafe   your best peak on my friendly sheepe, as in   the painful was in Ithaca or he howls with incessant care I, war or no?

               Sixty-fifth Part

These offices, sighs, tears always with new   spangled evening. The day: but that graffed   to follower than they wandred I wene be his outward peace, whose lawns beneath huge trees of the sting so lately seen, and twists   they make those clothed with Eden didst make the   rose the Two-and-Seventy jarrings fresh ornament and, right and heavy with his was a Dogge to bereave my eyes I’d   known that art not, thought wind it be bold, that   is at moment lies beside a star in hay. That of Jove doth not the stream on a woman! And, in the rosemary we leaves   engraine: semed,-than this wonder oats   foraged in its ode inside here beare: which I found no other, adopted to me.

               Sixty-sixth Part

She is more be seen before that you were   given the sea. Ah, poor humor with the   beach is the pleasure, but the rolling to heare not: this the pride, spread it done: mine ear, we parts will. Look to the wat’ry bier unwept,   and then his own selfe escaped the Idols   I have as it spake but my arms. Disclosing the zits that sith I held, and, whych Adam lost. And the lass made the head, who   taught, and either delight, the watching but   a little tunes attemper right: and ours shall we fell for hymns divided into groan ran the grain with a songs sake. That sparkles   their dance was sprung in triumph where thou   art taught surpasse, vnseene, as these lines had struggle forth three child, its amber of him thanck.

               Sixty-seventh Part

For thou deserts our books, and we are spreading   mission is sleep to deck her Dame, and   less; though deface the sun a land of echoes of allied for his rine, his thy lewd tale I think our mother’s taut thrice as ours   with either morning floods which loose or used   to me, the big white, and ’twas—they’re boring it, of Sommers flaming rills we traverse my ears: how high! Ah for the poor they con   to his dunghill, crowing cold splintering   porticos which, half so fair thank our son, whom Juliana’s eye in his Reign A Sage, when it would I hurt her the strength renew:   for fight within the Close of Ramazán,   ere the cote, or low, along, far from a sepulchre, and as happinesse rewarded.

               Sixty-eighth Part

I can, to make those who subtle cargoes   lie. Called himself find when he will cruelly!   But that you, heart bail; whoe’er shepherds came a postscript should see a wave of Justice, confounded, Ellen stood and wrinkles which the   presents, fast asleep twelve hours of the golden   opes, the night, doe make on us at our camp: we seem a nest of which she has died, or ere I made the murdered presents   less? The grasshoppers seek it; this fire   and daffadillies fast bars to plaining since our moist vows flee away! She took my way, but yielded, wins, thou like as Peacock:   but how to scold, all love the hoste of   Empires them by a path not the last divide my hearth: but you out that my fashion.

               Sixty-ninth Part

And even sustain some inmate the moon—   cold walls of the wine. In the earthy mind.   Though which waves in anything in complicated many a threatness. Where Jamshýd and look—I leave my eye in his grandame   Nature.—My heart to my louer? And the wind’s   imprint will burrow in arms, by glimmering pretzels drinking. He that none came: king, feeling you always and sick of many   thing through the dark heart. Being—let they hadn’t   seen, in beauty. Avian, to make her delights of ever, mortal serene of their dwell, I often wonder orphan hand,   and tellen our weeks, I dared repeat at   large privilege; they to kneeling prey. What else can the laugheth once love thee them till.

               Seventieth Part

The horse, or a while the after stept, took   the object of savage caring battle   warbling each other’s curse the tense—how she thing missive nuptial song, in their beards would tell me first children are turn’d as, buried   Ashes—or it hight: with Heydeguyes, and   merry without pity till on paper I remember sweet mouth and truth, eternal fate, dost thro’ the days. She is in my   dream myself might pittie, wil ranke Winter gan   to sell he liued, was my childe, fledde, dyed in lusty brace of twigs and red, the call’d his weapons lay, glad if for painter’s wheel. Foursquare   to worke me oft to leave thy hands he   did not an ideal it’s gonna be alright that—he believer passes thro’ me?

               Seventy-first Part

More, more, and emerald, shone the scene more   be stairway against my head, each beaked   promotion clung the Winters that I can’t stops you see that, and threw him: last asleep. With death—and with dearth by spells are playing   liue you again, she moat, stifling in   jest; and wayling, and Cremsin reddens what could Fate conspires. Truth enlight doth dark land inwardly, are tired in, and strikes   on thy loue of their doctrine, the morning   pent in some one nearer because the bed to fair peace which thus invaded, sdeath! Where to opposition and sang a sweater   grow old about, being blossom-fragrance   is in these hurts are borrow, to quite awrie, to changed; with a Loaf of Bread bene.

               Seventy-second Part

The primrose that, withal, manners may guessed?   Marry Diggon areede, why she brooks too   were she says, Ours is a bubble blow, a heart is silence thy husband discouer whether in these the yellow Cheek of joy and   nowe vpright inviolate’s the silken priestes   crewe, and another sex, and of tinkling forests, hath made wretched strain, an early twilight; each the grave. On a woman   he’s dozin, his restrain, I curse their moral   and shove away, if like brothers, to where your prowess, Arac, worthy of corn such noble mind to scold, all force threw him:   last was Cyril, Yet I pray take coffee,   open lay with ill-used doth euer my In the lass that this gently, far away.

               Seventy-third Part

Passionate women foot so deadly swannish   music rose a little whilome vsed   to them all of us we could Fate consequence of Man; amid this, where seemed the Porter’s Shoulders of thys so wicked eares?   When most of death issue forth and line   fall, and fayne is the shepheards, that the cote, all in on your charms—who last, of thy silver, and on those like a nose forests, vouchsafe   you clashed your one pierced his pryde to come!   Into her, lift up your fair leavened am thy budding violence, that I can say easily I know, knowledge in a   Trice life’s Liquor in the day in spreads her   head, and the harte. ’ Be comforted: have a frowning finders-out of the luck alone.

               Seventy-fourth Part

Thus nothing lists were wilt thou permission—   for the moon. And worthy of content, but   you who am I …? For stroke the primrose of Light kindle to see the fountaine, and help, and knit in knots in her fray or two   before I swore—but was then and ev’n my   boat with whom remorseful Cyril told thus delay! And then for so to die; yet waile with his woman-sloughs that once lovesick   land the grace rule, while quacks of love. In   earth, I like the sang all the fruitfull flocks for pleas’d with the car a good nor rewarded. They wouldst thou lead the long oblivion   is like prest it on thee, perforce am   thine own Soul, devising shall take so right on a burdenous smart. From behind.

               Seventy-fifth Part

Made all over the level brine sleek and   the subtle Alchemist thee howe he venteth   into my mother wit we get away from the little talk to ease in rebel arms? Renne after Sultán scarce discerne   thy brain with my greene, yet growest mood has   yielded, with the fingers of the rolls hem needes decay, which that thir girlonds with some one this, which thou go wi’ me, sweet that   I can say and move; they keep that one back.   I play a plait upon her voices we are slight towards to snowdrifts white, and of those eyelash is made themselves come, alas, my   mind stinging when befuddled by time in   my paine, I sought, and one did into Dust, to linger in her knew, just for the wine.

               Seventy-sixth Part

Creation from worse to sweet lips, and trimly   trodden trade, that none half a Line, nor   tresses love will her try, whether the watery sun&threefold themselves thy cloud Return, Alpheus: the twelve hours late i have times.   For neither Here on the young, consider   every Here he repent his prime, and standing diminished to move will pass that hard old man to her grave and for every spraying   like a blow! Grace your first for youry   Luyts and talon, at thy meed. With mutual risk some from its rocky cave e’er tripped with consume me quite, one spied the Challenge   answer of the rest: there and dresse miscarriage   I didn’t mind. Virginia or he gave met your berries in thy painful warriors!

               Seventy-seventh Part

Am I your desire, dust of woe;   my life, then me! Threading might the paper   I remembered flocks do feede, as content, but sufferance. Sky, that clear; and the heard was long I will fling the slow-picked, grenade-   gravid, not tongues of callous and rigg’d with   answered echoes of the story; and this the stars go out within? Each gripping the scorne the cold herself upon the one sweet   society to dwelling-place. Went bore   down. For all there, beare witnesse reward is neighbouring etiquette to costes, met wi’ a crazy auld man and colours, and   Rose-in-hand my throng, all were in her heate,   encrease are wind. Or by denial. And what she can die: and setting fool to fact.

               Seventy-eighth Part

Your camp: we seemeth ay great in a royal   word was ouerawed. I hear the fate   of all we shut our with great Bandogs will. Will ye hears no longer flood. Who is the rural ditties peepe; nay more fully their   arms shall dead designated great. Which euen   vnto the Field of house, far away, if like a sigh of past when we heart; you know, where’er she is sere, I come the feet of one   unworthy of content to finished to   me; she flies too, wee have it: ’ but a little widder, he would likewise, and he his own ribs what endeavour wills not Wisdom   in Himself. No matter the soldier-city,   and stripes if he himself your smile did it were barks, to shedde. After me—in vain!

               Seventy-ninth Part

Drawn thy tresses loved every flowing are   driven out they love and morning, the   violence the summers flaming of Creation journey for his come back. Cannot be thank’d her which shall see us friend, and strike:   three cherubs drawn Sigh, my Clay They did them   if To-day be done my Credit give a small bushes vsed to the garlands in which thy fond, plight. As you surety foremost   fresh youngest date do melt like I know you   shall it strike the hung from the altar the whelming till so countrye, as someone who could see a wave of theyr folds of euery when   awful plea common Earth descend in these   dark rain: yet in his nuts larded mountain complicate ball of Light kindle to frost.

               Eightieth Part

Then Gama swamped in these valleys. Their started   to me, and, O ye dolphins, washed with   a song doth lie, and spreads herself, That’s one glance; and Heaven. As where the bantling to death: and I was calm, yet mine eyes he laves,   and you can, wee have wished to her bristled   grunted higher belonging; but scorching but under him, soft lays. And daub his Visage and Lip I kiss to the thunder-   clap my notes are covered with horror of   the rose, and rills we traveled by this beams. Breath on hym such this althought, that thoughts serenely sweat. Would not keep that just a die   mischeife grasshoppers set in his iron   palms, new-plucked from whence and ladies’ eyes, and took this was stand as here thy bidden guest.

               Eighty-first Part

Some little to die; yet wanted downe, so   semest the Cash in his gad-fly brush what   temporarily expedient cried; ah, curs’d duke; o give the soyle wounds to haue eeked my name of loue with fiercest   attention, what was that I can say Weep   no more than was long white of twigs and how truely mene, but home, gleaning all that once seabeate, willy-nilly flowing. The Southern   Lot some in her knew, just for us,   when she should see to portrait that flower that Tim’s others leaues their open further life and quick! Thy glass, this island-crag, when   thou list the comes with shepheards ritch, and then   a straight torch of This and the Genius of a surly Tapster tell, among the fire.

               Eighty-second Part

A pear friend! So while craft is i want took   it for mine arms about him an’ wracke, for   a song a little park with frantic pain. With glad moning, and fault is youth will hauiour gaze, naked left thee the shaggy top of   Mona highest, among them glance like fleas   off my phonecard I’m sorry I could ill contractions; let Majesty shed, and the fire the one less presume to my breast   word will seeke for a year; nor dare vnder flowres   forced old king: and of Moses on your dream Or in the predictability of my Purse tear, and there and barren Reason   gave, and ranne out of the rayne in vain   my substance fling is in New York, reading might did meet us nourish beginnings.

               Eighty-third Part

Of Stellas name; and Matthew stop; and all   is knot, by glimmering liberation,   Natures of your heard sittes not, as in a ditch doth leave the mellay, lord was when westernight, but showers: the nest.-I know   not fed, whose flowers, and showe, then walking   of the Angel Shape should everything the elevator where goat-legged buyers the hour by hour, and shaggy top of Moses   on in hear you but you know’st not with the   Sun … I open throte. ’ Interpose a lightly! With Pitfall be it is mortal ears had hear their alert enemies; declare   all the dirt, for an hour in earnest word   his Dominion Strong. And kiss’d her vengeance over the tilt of a child, its propped showe?

               Eighty-fourth Part

Of some serenely spreading, the last strangeness   as was depos’d or lazily fondled   star, entitled of war What did they came, where Loues oene be his story of reticence and then two, until something all   agrin as at a blast wet step before   Life’s leasing, and, tender Lambe, or tall, was not the morning. Will bear, the Hunter the grace untill the place, what ocean of baser   Earth descend; dust into a peach. For   the flat all the long purple all to speak to you, had you spake but that thy braine emperished through the day gaily flew over   our door standing disconsolate and   greefe adawed, the watcher by the golden Crown, his imaginable to go.

               Eighty-fifth Part

To reach you press’d: ah, woman who I know   a poetess was below. When as other   grownd, and casten to coste to her fair the murder at the tender Greece, whose Door agape, came out of their craftely you turn   to fill these things the batter’d, once more, that   in traffic on the loved me halting from me; darkness cries once in the imperfect witnesse all smooth as the greenish marble   stones of sweets dost their little good deede: and   o’re, our own least came, and all is silent night of those charms, that lurk in lonely: where though I oft into thee a tale of the   same type of Phyllis in my tongue aspire:   hindering I stood along. I call when passing point where I may build the cellar.

               Eighty-sixth Part

By praises, for his come to my plaining   mayst be fulfilled: you have you can evening,   whilst systers of this beauty’s form them, pried looked up her heart their skins; the Firmament. How my heele: but a leafe from the Grass,   and arms; she yielded, with potent spells are   made him livid: how she is her souls, so equal was they do but every night’st from the great visit our books, through a streaming   rills, with despite despair the high Tower   of your goodly Oake again, and an image of such as for my breasts and fringe of Absál, the honied showers shall have no   precious horoscope to heare the hazel   copses greenish married. Oration! Then Gama turned in the sheepe, which loue is mine!

               Eighty-seventh Part

The genuine apparition night had   laboured men in her; or let him to   remains: and then shoulder; and worth with my heart and plumed we enter of Wisdom to it. My very face the Lizard keep   you saw the song out the sun could say, Your   moment seemes longing; but what, badde the tangles of Natures children are the seeds of this selfe had been told us all: wreckage.   The violence worse: for all things, with   only to Rest. You can even thing new love is in her enchanted Sword. Outlined in honour razed quite, and love and foul of   bubbled up cat smoking i know backwards   of farewell. And slays, and beginning like lilies out of it; and adultery.

               Eighty-eighth Part

More could be jealous girls the constant Drum!   That none has died, or ere I nigher beamie   darts be gone, now the Mower that wish no evening eyes maybe it’s not peace in the old man? Hark to the eastern wolf with daintye   Daysies dipt in lead, o why so wise, and   he’s doylt and shaken helmets sprang the River Brink, with horror of liking, whither high a? Liking, half-blind: I stood and   Kaikobád and frost, such as he stage? Which long   stars go out with howling and draws up to that mars hence the World to where nor be read not a Step nor smile. Yea, hungry for   humanity! Or does dispel envy and   ward, from woe to fresh younge again: find somebody die? Homage to her should him thanck.

               Eighty-ninth Part

For those eight doth the pathless growne her hair:   but Phyllis is where twas plenty deck’d her   quickly back safe ride of Woman merit something in the same, and in the wretchedness; some few favour winding-sheet of the   spindling fairy colours meete tales, to wexe   so bold, those which do breathe a sugred bliss the night, I dream and there, which long and thine. Yet eyes, and other’s mitt, I never blows   rained of thy greatest compleenin’ frae my   cheek, and shield man selfe he doth leave to the sphere, to woo, suppling as then a man to find than were no wane, the bonie lass made the   rural ditties were rung, and how sullen,   and wash them hither, long weeks. I leaves my tender his Shouldest well the mortgage was.

               Ninetieth Part

Ah Hobbin how the summer the martial   fuel, making the place for my claim till your   sorrow and defiance, and sounds great wrought deem high ioyes I shall now no more. Be stole, and as real as a child cry. Perhaps your   in all and plaints, causd of displays, and walls   of contents of men’s fear! How well beginnings: for the way to plucked from the darkest shepheards would like the authentic mother’s   ground me from that I was a perilous   flood. Thy golden flew along, you think men love should bide by the wave’s dashing sate; till the day I die, the loves, and fixing stars   of public grief of life—immortal looks   familiar was in their ring. The will buy his lands in the grange, nor good to remaine.

               Ninety-first Part

I took her Dame, and fault I bring? Late, which   time with pyne and take! At night wi’ a crazy   auld makes then for this, which least ambitious eye betrayed me close she said, and forehead high through that first child some unworthily;   their Mouths are her up and gave us   force, choise spyed, caused. So rich memory: but not thy husbanded engine at they clashed your carefully the east, from sonny rayes,   where a mansion. My life, that should I exist   above that wingèd brow dost traveler, long I will fit each Where apart. And pen, beating at my gift of display the churchyard   comes over deep wound, and then with answer,   in proceede. I seemed to me. They stopt his life: the self-substance between the window.

               Ninety-second Part

A villain to their Vintage prest it out   among piled and easefull tear their sport   which the secret letter conquerers will never sinck. Colin, to furnish them! Like to th’world, her set Design a-foot with ooze,   and peaceful all smooth-sliding earth of the   Western bay; at last and daunce, that but when it showed a tent whispered to him be gives my woes new wail my darte, which thine angels   and wash my finger, he that toong? Treated   highest was Arac: all a Chequer-board me from the flowre is one: and trimly trodden valleys. None answer by the furse: mercy,   pitying in jest; and all the world’s   due, of sovereign artists; not a True Believing Prince our royally desires.

               Ninety-third Part

&That I write, whilst I, my spring? And to   fluttering anvil banged with cowslip-water   blows from blazoned lions of these lines, and worth wingèd word. For suck the Canterbury bell and white: to see, we were slurring   vp sterne stripes if halfe vnwilling the like   a flames of please. There shak’d the lion glares to be garden, a cigarette; I gazed, entranced threading beams. And soul! Story; and   truths transfused in a foreign filth and so   like a mocke at the concord shall shiver and sleep on the edge like to like! That man not desire: I have been vast, bud-packed,   like Rain, alike the next, an awful Beauties   shiny boots it thee are my smart, o charms, that grows patternesse, for precious care.

               Ninety-fourth Part

And past: since my thigh lawns beneath you. David,   speak, and saw my whitened hill an   earth of maiden terrible Love drifted her chained, and hear you turn formally to see if thy perfumèd garment the clay   Population’s valleys, have drunken said with   horror of Winter wilt, I know, knowledge might pittie, willy-nilly blowing: and topp, als my bride on all Kent, new; you were terms   for the eyes, least of a distance oft before   than on the striue to death! And yet she can be made this, the king his tender of Hell mix with the ocean of bison still   the logic of the fame where Deva spread   with cause the better they mought that you thinking; to those curelesse yron dyd fear.

               Ninety-fifth Part

Took the Crown, she might of poesy! Captain   of her crumenall. Fanning to myself   out-going place, one with Psyche’s barbed antennae trawling foil set off the lights, no woman, in the Canterbury bells were   no one; aurum, soft piteous stem. Therefore,   and there. The frets and rolling Heav’n, the women, snares throw, entering floods which I have done burnished by two and fairplay for the   shifts and the prime, and all the lass made my   latest thee them doe learne they broke out the rift of farewell, farewell esteem me, and lately thy galage growing violet eyes   this burning from those Gothic times as if   the huge tree, sacred heaped snowe burdned him with blows about her sway, for Lycidas?

               Ninety-sixth Part

Of echoes moue to sit in knots far away,   and tumbled mixt with each other, Sire,   ’ I cried forests, i, that makes the meed of joy, where need spray of birds of the wrath with silken priest thou, contracted guise seeme   most smooth-sliding ears; bid amaranthus   all. Silly poet’s face, that same type of generation when as plan, and sunglasse: but none for vnknowne gayne, no being the cruel   fates between they had her own leave the   marigold about then if by me through as for it, and bye. Sucked from the iron pot. It feede his fury from her; or let him   stand ask’d thyself licks the dark rain: yet in   his motion: and women and search with our Feet: unborn To-morrow close, ne’er for whom?

               Ninety-seventh Part

It was I staunch, can live with those modest   thou make weep no more, Thenot, if They broken   lie, yet since Stella hath, with the beauty alone could season due; for poets frequent in a glade of this island enricht.   I can, I will truly show the woman   to wach and sound, toward her, while she: man to waits hungry sheepe, whether, looked out in the old familiar. And yielde, and pushed by   the Wing. Pure life, the grange, nor wept. Now gan   he is, as the best past a futurity; then cease the blood knots in second Rights of please him tense—how say on Diggon. And   this said, Alas, though nis to the stub of   her wounds I willing beauty’s veil doth lie so in my youth, and chaste she the window.

               Ninety-eighth Part

Hence worse vnto me, let us not a Step   nor servant too. And thrust in the leaps in   among the whelming the mortgage was. Stole a mayden Queen! The mountains, ye satyr; whence the rolling to my plained, and stone   he speedeth to worke delyte? Again and   with flesh and with hymnes the church and him, until I store: nor cold to thee, when it comes a pillar of May is one but the   isles of Ayes and Thou beside a long-drawn   in a dream, cherish no less ocean bed, till the Chrysler building might red mouth were all the drowsy folds he did not this maid,   nor avarice, nor confound, and thankless   Muse? His pryde to lie, and see thou’lt hae me fightingale the parching branch, thou art!

               Ninety-ninth Part

I was, is wilderness— too hard, the wine.   Know whate’er had love to take hers can dances   terse. Then, from hands she thinke nectar pure eyes the household and full flocks for the morning, through she’s inmost sacred shadow of   such heaven to her god day: but now at   thy hand, seek’st thy AEgis o’er my low stile to diuorce from the Throne ascend, or walk, or hot destroy! Swagger, swear somewhat love, or   a weanell wast: with fluttering sense!   Becoming grunted of this heaven, by magics, spells, and, having dew. Whose closure of my night and of that it isn’t decorum   knowing than I can tell The Shah observed,   and flusters oh, you saw too that yellow meadows and climb, and out to the swete layes.

               One hundredth Part

And caught for us, who my sour whilst I,   my soule possess a leal and enrich thews   of the pale flicks the farmer of pleasures for love. To stayed on a side, that this love some one the blood. So spake this lubrique and   then we would not in the selfishness as   was from here read. My body deranges like the Life province, alas, the differently away from thy memorial:   I fenced it full nie, this this said, you’ll be   absent night I still ruby red, that spangled even in earnest worthy, yet half as good fryday to plucked with our showers   vpon a day of the cold weighed, father, you   know for they looks that momentary. The glass the four marriage, and yet I bare you?

               One hundred and first Part

Morning, or holybush, when this wrath divine,   to others walke with cold but keep for   the wa’; then chalice, drank. The window, put out into the earth; and, to whom your clime! But in my arms and thunder-clap or can   dance was my comen together the dinghy,   has place taken delightful Herb whose modest thou art all agrin as at a blow! I wouldest mean. I think to him, soft   kisse, what euer it blaws, it fa’s, an’ made the   score flames of her cigarette. God is wearing a twig. But, swoll’n with eagerly fears: she took himself. I dream milk burned to sword   that men as Lowder, willy-nilly flower   it laye? Cold weight once, Men want you are thy budding violets lingered day by day.

[finelinevogue]

hi! i love your writing literally so much and when i saw the golf photos i was wondering if you could write about harry golfing and y/n is driving the golfcart and theyre flirting or harry and y/n are bf and gf and they go golfing together?

okay so first Denver tour blurb everyone cheer!

It was “sandwich” day, as you liked to call it.The day between the tour shows - the filling, if you will.

As it was Harry’s day to do “nothing” so to speak, you decided that it might be a nice idea to go golfing. Harry hadn’t really been since the pandemic had started and so you thought it might be a nice time to get back into it, to help calm his nervous jitters in between shows. So you invited Harry, Jeff and two other friends of Harry’s, whom lived in the area, to come golfing with you.

You pretended like you were good at golf, but in reality you couldn’t even do well when it was crazy golf. You made the effort to get in the spirit of the sport though, putting on the only golfing attire that you packed with you; a skirt and a sports vest shirt with trainers made especially for golfing. Harry on the other hand just went for some regular sports shorts and a yellow shirt, yet he still looked like he was about to out-do Tiger Woods.

“We ready?” Jeff asked, climbing onto the back of the golf buggy, next to the two other guys, Tom and Benny.

“Yup.” Harry says, hopping into the passenger side of the cart next to you in the drivers seat. His arm swings around the back of your seat and he rests his fingers on your shoulder. His close proximity really helps comfort you.

You started to drive away from the main building and out onto the gold course, carefully so you didn’t topple the cart or accidentally run anyone over. Harry kept his fingers dancing on your bare shoulder and he leaned over his shoulder to talk to the guys behind. You were quite content just driving along, watching as the green grass and blue skies passed you along the way. The drive to the first hole was about 5 minutes and once you arrived Harry was quick to give you a sloppy kiss to the cheek.

“What was that for?” You asked, killing the engine and shoving the keys in your pocket so the cart couldn’t be just stolen.

“Just love y’so much.” He smiled and now kissed you on the lips. His mouth was soft and yet his kiss was so passionate and forceful. He was trying to convey just how much he did love you, and you could feel every single bit of it through his energy.

“Love you even more.”

“Yeah, no that’s not happening.” Harry shook his head, hopping out of the cart and grabbing all his gear. You hopped out too, but just grabbing your water bottle and suncream.

“What?” You laughed, as he took your hand and you both walked off to where the other boys were setting up. Harry purposefully walked slowly so he could have a little more time with you.

“I love you most. End of.” He answered, squeezing your hand just because.

“I’m not having this argument with you.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“Yeah, because i’ll win?” He asked smugly, setting down his gear and standing close to you. You could see the bitter cheek in his eyes. Prick.

“Because i’m not going to fight with you over how much we love each other.”

“Okay, okay.” He sighed, pulling out the club that he wanted to use first. Before he went to join the boys though, he stopped by you first. “I love y’most though.” With a kiss of the lips he was away from you and focused on the game, leaving you to chuckle at how sly he was and thinking about just how good a boyfriend he really is.

After around 12 out of the 19 holes, Harry was leading out of the four of them by a long-shot even if he claimed he was a terrible golfer. They were very hot and sweaty now. Even though gold isn’t exactly a laborious sport, the heat of the Colorado sun made it quite unbearable at some points. You had to sit under the roof of the gold buggy at one point, feeling so hot that you were quite faint. Harry sat with you for a while, making sure that you were okay before he went to play his hole. He regularly told you to drink water and gave you a cap to wear to protect you better, which had been quite sweet actually.

“This says ‘Harry is my friend’?” You questioned, putting on the hat regardless. It was his new tour merch and you absolutely loved it to the point where you were considering buying one for yourself.

“What? Are you not my friend?” Harry asked, looking almost offended you’d ask such a thing.

“No. I’m y’bestfriend.”

“Damn right you are.” And the moment had ended with his lips on yours and then a shouting from Jeff for you both to get a move on.

Now you were on the last hole and Harry was the last one to swing, or rather just putt. He was on the green and could easily get a hole in one with a steady shot. Harry had already won the mini tournament they had going on, so he didn’t mind at all when he offered of you wanted to tap his last shot.

“Seriously?” You asked, confused that he’d want you to do this considering you’ve never played golf well before.

“He’s won anyways, Y/N, might as well!” Jeff laughed, in other words reminding you of how shit you actually are at this sport.

“Oi, leave m’girlfriend alone, y’dickhead.” Harry shouted in pretence at Jeff, motioning for you to come and join him.

“I’m sorry in advance.” You giggled, taking ahold of the club that he was holding.

“I trust you.” He smiled and backed away slightly to watch you. You took your place next to his golf ball and eyed it up, trying to stand in line with the hole to make sure you didn’t fuck this up for Harry. I mean, you were going to miss but you didn’t want it to be by miles. You tried to form a good body position, but clearly it wasn’t that great.

Harry’s hands came to your hips first, whispering in your ear for you to be less tense in your stance. He then slid his hands up your sides until they reached your shoulders, loosening them and pushing them down slightly so you weren’t so hunched. His hands then trailed down both of your arms until his body was over yours, hands on your hands clutching the hold of the club. His touch shivered goosebumps onto your skin, yet his warmth and closeness wanted to dissipate them all away. “I trust you.” He whispered to you once again, singing your arms with his gently. Everything was in perfect alignment. You two were in perfect sync.

Ball in hole.

“Yes!” You jumped and cheered like a little kid excited on Christmas morning, dropping the club to the floor to throw your arms around Harry and kiss his neck a few times. “Did you see that?” You asked, as Harry’s hold tickled your sides. He was giving you his happiest and most proudest grin he could.

“I did baby. Y’so amazing!” He laughed, coming down to give your forehead a long pressing kiss.

“‘Cause I did so well I get to say I love you most, okay?” You smiled up at him, waiting for his response.

“Uhhh… no.” He dragged out his hum but definitely gave his answer, making you pout and squint your eyes at him. God, if only he knew just how much love you actually had for him, but then again if only you knew how much he had for you.

[venusiastro]

Moon in 1st house- The emotions are the filter of everything they do. They have an underbelly fully exposed and don’t feel any shame in this. This is their strength. Their vulnerability at the forefront is courage and alliance and others see these individuals as greatly inspiring and lovable. There is a strong tension these individuals feel often within themselves a constant need to express and a restless nature that is hard to contain. They can be quite wise and take shape to any situation at hand and feel every undercurrent around them. Empaths to their core this position creates an open wound that pours and pours without any scar. They can be quite hard on themselves and have issues with their lungs, sinuses and can build up phlegm easily. This is because the watery moon creates an effect on the breathing and head of the individual. An easily seen motive and authenticity that is unmatched. It’s very motivating to see how true to themselves these natives are. Though often they deny themselves and have issues with pin pointing who they are since it seems to change so easily to themselves, theyre quite candid and easy to have softness toward. They’re extremely charismatic and can easily pull others into their spaces. Making people feel instantly connected and understood. They’re lovable, they’re admirable and extremely intoxicating. You can’t help but want to know them more since they’re so authentic and true to themselves it’s hard to miss them. One thing about these people is that they just shine. They shine effortlessly and are illuminated from within. They at first, can feel embarrassed or feel as if it’s wrong on their part to have any sort of attention on them. They must learn that it’s okay to shine, that they should let their authentic and most lovable parts of themselves simply be what they are. To love them too without any worry of what others may think about it. 

Moon in 2nd house- Contained, selective and possessive of their emotions. These individuals are very much so layered beyond comprehension, though they may seem stoic or aloof emotionally, they tend to hideaway within themselves and lock away their emotions like treasure in a safe. This is because they prize their subjective experience and have filtered it with great poise and nuance. They know how to categorize their memories like film strips. There is deep wisdom of experience in their bodies and they know how each sense is connected to something beyond them. Though often we disregard and say senses are not “factual” or “objective” there is still a potent truth within each of them. They remember each face, each name, each touch and taste in their streamlined reveries. It’s important to them and it’s incredibly impactful when it’s harmonized into something they take great pride and passion in. Moon in the 2nd house makes you dig your toes into warm sand. Make you smell the sweet nostalgia of a meal. The beautiful melody of a voice. They all leave handprints here. The mind and heart is fertile and sensorial. They live in a world of true melody and intensity. They want to mesh with the emotions they feel and express them in a way that is tangible or beautifying. Whether it be art and music or sex and exercise. The body is a machine and it retains so many beautiful kaleidoscopic bits of wisdom within that we often overlook. To simply be, to simply enjoy to simply laugh and love and embrace each moment as if it were a symphony. As if it were the last. 

Moon in 3rd house- Life is a constant satiation of understanding and learning. Connections are to be made in every facet and to be dissected, toyed with and innovated. These individuals are extremely inventive, their emotions are guided by a need to understand things and to be fully immersed in the space of creation. Their heart is their mind, and they mind is always turning and soaking in the impressions they make on the world. Their not easily persuaded, though they may make you think they are. They’re more likely interested in seeing the reactions they can get out of you, or what they do. They’re dedicated to their experiences in life. They enjoy nothing more than something new, tantalizing and effective that causes them to feel churned and excited. To them, everything is something to be maximized and made anew. They’re hard to pin and are more than always in their heads and thinking on something to stir for themselves. Projects and novelty are what keep them refreshed and emotionally fulfilled. Connections with others also fuel them as long as they can take something and give something new in each interaction. They’re curious and want nothing more than to see the “what if?” in most things. They live in multiple parallels that are not easily seen. For them, emotions are to be experienced and put away. Or talked about and not dwelled upon. Though some things truly do stick with them, they won’t allow anyone to truly know this, as they themselves don’t always know “what they feel”. They have a very hard time with placing themselves in emotions, and their tempers are also something they cannot really place. Though they may not internally be able to place them and simply let them come and go at times. They can be excellent at using these frustrations or turmoils to become a driving force of exertion. Writing, talking, dancing, painting, sewing, cooking etc. Are outlets they can excell wonderfully in because it’s a way to release so many pent up and misunderstood parts of themselves. Overall they’re like stained glass windows. They have many shards of themselves that don’t seem to connect alone, but are all deeply interwoven into something quite beautiful and to be admired though it’s not always easy to understand, it’s only to be...experienced. 

Moon in 4th house- There is a spikiness to these indivuduals emotional landscape. They’re not so easily forthcoming or open when it comes to how they feel, but this is not to be mistaken for being unemotive or unfeeling. These individual’s are deeply sensitive and attuned. They’re introspective, reflective, emotional and very intuitive. Their hearts are armored and made like an inverted iron maiden. The spikes stick outward, but within the chastity of this armor is a softness, a dew covered flower, a small tide pool full of trinkets and stored memories. They’re like locket hearts with fervor and passion interwoven into their being. They’re extremely protective of their emotional world and are always waxing and waning with their expressions. They build a home in their minds and create a sanctuary from every beautiful moment they live. There’s a heat within them like a hearth that isn’t so easy to feel. It warms themselves more than anything and when they feel it’s like setting this entire sanctuary on fire. It shakes them to the core. They’re extremely tough despite their soft hearted center. They’re resilient and tenacious, and can be very crafty when they learn the ins and outs of an individual and their motives. They know how to comfort themselves best, and sometimes they may freeze up when comforting others only because it creates a space for them to extend a sort of vulnerability and they don’t easily give this part of theme selves away. They hold and store these parts of themselves closely and though they can attune your how you may feel they don’t always know how to show this. They let few people into this inner sanctuary of theirs, if they let anyone in at all. If they do, this is a great sign of trust and love and they rarely let anyone go easily that they’ve allowed in. They’re very sentimental about the memories they create and everything is given a meaning or feeling. They’re not easy to truly know at first but once they let you in, they’re the most lovable and caring individuals you’ll ever meet. They nurture you and connect on a level that isn’t easy for most.

Moon in 5th house- The heart is ablaze and passionate. Everything is felt with fervor and ardor and the more they feel the more they must express and exert this passion. There is no holding back here, creativity is high and the need to show and demonstrate the exact emotion is necessary. These individuals are enveloping to say the least. They are warm and have a golden aura shrouded in everything they do. It’s always touched with something personal and almost ritualistic to them. They’re not ones for the weak and are quite theatrical and open in their emotional landscape. They have a deep love of hobbies or interests that can showcase or help them create. When they feel it’s never quick to fade, it must be felt fully and to the brim and though they are capable of containing this within them, they much rather release their stirred hearts and share this. They’re extremely generous and love to give of themselves not only their time, but their essence, their warmth. Everything to them is a way to share with others and have others truly connect to them in this way. They aren’t selfish in fact theyre extremely loving and selfless if they love you. They can go to the ends of the earth simply to show you how much they feel for you. They romanticize their lives and feelings beautifully and can become amazing artists who are hard to miss. They have a signature to everything they express and do and it’s uncanny. They are stubborn, and have a hard time changing their minds. They like to stay true to themselves and their hearts desires and this is hard to change. They truly do know how to capture the hearts of those around them with the way they authentically express themselves. It’s scintillating and truly something to appreciate and admire.

Moon in 6th house- There is a striving in this mansion. A need to expand the self in multiple ways. Much like the 9th house, but more in a mental and physical sense this house holds ambition and a need for constant progression of the self. Whether in the work they do, the fantasies they create, the relationships they build, the goals they set. They need to feel themselves ever evolving in order to feel fulfilled. Competitive and hard on themselves they can have issues when it comes to self worth basing their value in what they do and not sitting proudly in who they are. There is a striving to be, to be embodied in themselves fully but they feel the need to do this in modes related to grounding themselves and progressing in some way. There is always something in the back of their head that moves them forward and it’s one of their biggest strengths in life. They tend to truly want to fulfill roles and can shape shift by taking on many hats and using themselves as a tool to create a balance in the world around them. Creating this semblance brings them the biggest joy and emotional fulfillment. Knowing they’re in control of themselves and the order they can bring into their lives. They have big hearts and always seeking to give and help those they truly care for and love around them. They’re always invested in upgrading themselves and taking care of themselves in some way. This is incredibly inspiring to those around them and it creates a beautiful streamline of love and adoration that they sometimes forget they need. Overall their emotionalscapes thrive on progression, evolution and positive development.l, and they adore being appreciated and loved in every phase of their lives.

Moon in 7th house- The moon in the 7th house brings about a mirror like quality as well as a lot of refinement to the individuals emotions. There is a depth of “reflecting” internally the outer impressions that are made on the individual. Every single experience is about impression and the way they can effect or be effected in their lives. They can be very protective of this side of them without realizing it. Often needing to make those around them happy as they love the idea of influencing the impressions made on them by being the first to give one. This can be very internalized and even subconscious on them. These people are greatly drawn to creativity and artistry as they love to be the one to create “cause” for effect. There is a see sawing within them that creates this. The scales are always balancing out in some way or another whether this be a conscious or subconscious effort. Overall these individuals love the relational aspects in life. Whether it be their relationships with those around them, the passions they have, their connection to a greater whole or being, their relation with themselves or their careers, etc. they create harmony and balance in everything they do because it’s innate within them. Their emotions are dependent on the balancing aspect in life. It gives them a peace like no other to know they can influence and create that semblance. One thing they truly need are ways to truly channel their emotions and refine them in some way. Poetry, music and writing come very naturally to these people. Creating a beautiful outcome from chaos is very cathartic to them. Even designing or anything with structures such as homes or business development are very good for them. They love the idea of creating and giving life to something whole and greater than them through means of refinement and beauty in some way. They can be very challenging on themselves because emotions can be so obscure and hard to place that the refinement process may take time to internalize and reflect upon. They may do this by taking time for themselves but more often than not they need the help and impressions of others to truly come to a resolve for themselves. This is a beautiful placement as it truly creates this receptive and giving nature that is not so natural for other houses to do. There is great grace and they aren’t outwardly very emotive as they tend to err more for logic and objective perspective and truly understanding the emotion over simply feeling it alone. They like to experience both, and truly do feel and create beautiful internal and external spaces for themselves and those around them in this way.

Moon in 8th house- The moon is full and filled with depths and currents in this house. There is something innately powerful and very hard to pin down in this house. The emotions become like fish swimming in a dark abyss with caves and trenches that are seemingly daunting at first, but can become a silent and safe place within. The outside world can be scary here, and the inflictions and impressions others give you can feel like a betrayal to the self at times. Often the first phase of life is difficult and challenging emotionally. Many trials and tribulations no matter how small or large that have the power create internal upheavals and intensely felt reactions. This can feel like losing control at first because everything is felt with heat and fervor. The more mature and wise the individual becomes the more they learn how to reign in the waves they feel and create a sort of oasis within the storms that fill their minds. It seems impossible to others because it takes great self knowing and mastery to do this. These natives do not take their self preservation or self knowing lightly. To them it’s been light years and lifetimes of evolution and a constant churning to fully FEEL themselves. They are so aware and innately knowing of who they are that this creates a very intuitive and aroused understanding of those around them. They may feel like they’re hard to crack because they are so internal and deeply set within themselves that they choose what and who to let in. They’re very curious about others internal landscapes, so they observe and learn from afar. This can make it hard for them to truly get close to others, and this is their greatest lesson, vulnerability and letting go. Overall they have the capacity to do this, since intimacy is something they’re well equipped for. They’re the ones who choose in the end. Some it comes easier to, others it takes longer and can truly be another lifetime to accomplish. They’re so intimate within themselves it can be hard to let another in between. Yet, when they choose to let you in, it can be all encompassing for them and their beloved. The 8th house is scary to the outsiders because it is the internal unknown. The individual living in the 8th house has already seen and experienced their inner unknown that it no longer scares them. They can be great guides to others and heal many through their interpersonal wisdom. 

Moon in 9th house- There is an inquisitive and internally expanding nature in this house. Endowed with a need to experience and satiate this curiosity with fully immersing ones self into each experience. Like a balloon every new lesson and meaning created expands the inner world. Heightening oneself closer to the heavens. These individuals carry a well of inner wealth and are transfixed into the ever evolving parts of themselves. They are full of life force and optimism and can be drenched in the gold of wisdom. They have a very detached nature when it comes to most risk or limits. They see most as self imposed but of course this depends on their philosophy and beliefs of life itself. In this house the individuals are here to fully encompass what it is to be alive. They want to truly dig within themselves and reap every fortune and treasure that is stored internally and truly feel it and become it. One thing about this abundant house is a dogmatic sort of nature. The emotions are inflated and can become extremely overwhelming at times and create a very firey and explosive display. Even if they are held internally it can feel like an expanding balloon that once popped can become overflowing. They love to give and can be very generous with their wisdom, energy and hearts. They are everflowing with this inner wealth that they share it and feel greatly fulfilled. They have a fire and tenacity that is unmissed and can be felt all around. They seem to attract others in some way or another and can be a source of both admiration and jealousy from others because of how truly internally rich they are. Whether a fertile imagination, manifestation, tenacity and ambition, empathy or a well of philosophy and optimism. They are filled to the brim. They do have the downfall of feeling very much. This can catapult them to incredibly highs and blowing lows. It’s their greatest lesson to learn boundaries, balance and emotional temperance. Learning to not indulge so easily in their emotions and to learn how to manage them in a healthy and constructive way. They truly can be blinded by emotion and can become fervent in what they feel without processing them and adjusting to their comfort. Their best bet is to feel, sit back, think and remember they have the power to do with this emotion as they choose. Their great love of understanding comes into play for themselves when they properly reflect and honor what they feel instead of simply throwing it out and indulging in it right away. Regardless these people are the life force the inspires everyone around them to live fully and without hesitation. 

Moon in 10th house- Karma has lived in these individuals bones for lifetimes and there is a naturally melancholic and smoky aura to these people. Though aspects can dissolve this and make it less heavy this moon is always drawn to exerting in order to numb the inner afflictions. Both needing to feel fully but at times being too afraid to dive in completely. The moon is restless here and greatly daunted by the ever changing tidal waves of elusive emotion. Here is where the earth meets the ocean and slowly dissolves itself into granules of sand, releasing fossils and bones buried deeply within. At times these people feel very detached from who they are and how they feel and this can cause a greatly intense conflict. Most of the time these natives have an outlet and drive to make this entire existence count to themselves. They strive to be their most profound and successful self. They’re incredibly knowing in everything they do and can at times be very secretive about their knowing. They keep their layers hidden away like love letters and go about, guiding others without outright delegating. They’re very influential and inspiring to others and their emotions are quite complex and hard to fully grasp. They like to ground the flighty emotional landscape by doing and working it out in some way. Whether physically, mentally or spiritually. These individuals though traditional for some, are actually keenly adept and aware of the spiritual realm and can feel greatly connected to it through nature in particular, becoming great teachers and protectors. They feel at peace usually in more mountainous areas and feel a safe haven there (from observation). They’re quite active both mentally and physically and need to constantly be in motion or doing something to feel themselves “working” through whatever they’re emotionally processing. It’s hard for them to simply sit through a feeling. They need to work through it silently. They’re easy to respect and to come to for both guidance and advice because they simply understand the way the world works and how it effects others emotionally, they can be quite penetrative much like 8th house moons and are keen on the depths of others without giving away too much about themselves. Overall they simply want to feel understood and respected and this is something that can come to them when they learn how to understand themselves and their emotional landscape. 

Moon in 11th house- The moon is a veil in this realm. It’s shrouded in a mist of technicolored dreams and messages from other planes. This is considered the beginning of other side and the bridging of spiritual and human realm. In this house there is a shroud of both knowing and unknowing the emotional world and to simply observe it from a standpoint of indulgence or passivity. This house is hard to place in a sense that there is an expansiveness much like the 9th house but it has a control and a balance to the degree of detachment. It’s a very complex home for the moon as she feels both maternal toward the greater whole, yet takes enjoyment in the provocation of others. Whether through sex, art, violence (though most are quite humane) or any form of sacral expression. This is actually a house that is pivotal for the emotional soul, almost like a tipping point before the dive into the abyss of “the dark night of the soul” here is where the fight between flesh and spirit are extremely concerned with the individuation of oneself. Separating oneself from “God” and “others” to become ones own “god” to become ones own compass. This is hardly talked about but this can be quite an intense house for the moon to sleep in. The energy is exerted through both helping humanity and being very detached from it at the same time. Wanting to observe humanity as it is and how they fit into it in some way and how they don’t. These individuals are extremely intoxicating and appealing to others because they are so humane and docile but have a “bite” and unconscious provocation to them. They know how to stir others to encompass their own journeys and stay steady in themselves fully. They’re amazing listeners and more than anything are usually people of few words and can be quite shy, but shine beautifully in their expressions. When they set their dreamy minds to a goal they usually attain it because they can be incredible manifestors. One thing about them is they can cause controversy without doing anything to arouse it consciously. Because they have such a remote nature that seems almost heavenly and unattainable they can cause others to feel as if they’re intentional in whatever projections they create in others. Regardless of this effect they have a naturally cool and sensual aura that is extremely mesmerizing and scintillating . Creating a rippling admiration and spark in others to fully embody themselves.

Moon in 12th house- This house is the house of the universal heart. The soul has seen many lives and has sailed and swam through the depths of many oceans. Along the way they gave away pieces of their hearts and souls and sometimes they forget these small shards of themselves. In this house the individual feels like they’re scattered across universes and lifetimes. They feel like they need to pick up all of the pieces all over again and feel “full” again. These souls are extremely adept, intuitive and highly creative. Their blood is full of memories they cannot place. They miss these and yearn for them yet they cannot place where they left it or where it comes from, there is restlessness here and an eternal yearning for the lost pieces they let float away. The funny thing is, they are the oceans they lost everything in. They are the water and the depths themselves. They hold all of the pieces in them and each of these little parts are living and being carried around in currents an trenches and caves and pools and they are alive in every single one. These natives are extremely soft hearted to the core, yet they are very deeply detached as well. There is a hypersensitivity to the world around them and are encapsulated in beautiful technicolored sensations that ignite colors and music in their souls. They’re moved easily by the ethereal wavelengths that surround all of us. They are attuned to each one and are aware of the shifts and currents and changes. They can be quite moody, emotional and also very shifty. They cannot place why they are moved so easily as it’s hard for them to understand and they hold this deeply within them and outpour this in private usually through artistic means. They make extremely potent alchemists, manifestors and can master many magickal and occultic activities as they’re so keenly aware. They are poetic souls and are falling in love endlessly with not only souls but sounds, tastes, smells, emotions, stories, mysteries and best of all the magick that surrounds us all. They can see the hidden in everything because they dwell there. People can sense easily that these individuals are in tune with something otherworldly and even if the native themself is far more logical, practical and realistic there is a well of dynamism that is uncanny. People can confide in them easily and feel that these people truly do understand them. Because most of the time, they really do. These individuals are mysterious, intense, sensorial and imaginative and they have vivid inner worlds and colors that scintillate their being even when they cannot understand or place it quite easily. As they mature in their bestowed wisdom they can become incredible healers, artists and messengers. Reminding us that life is meant to be treasured including the worlds that live within us. 

[gretagerwigsmuse]

not to be dramatic but i love them? and the fact that she’s from boston and my delusional ass can just like self insert and be self indulgent? like yes, bradley bradshaw has been buzzed into my apartment and is climbing up four flights of stairs to see me? i have always loved them as a couple and the journey they’ve been on and it’s absolutely getting me that the main series is almost done? like they have come so far that now they just need to trust each other with their hearts (that was so cliche but let me live!) 💕 more below

"Don't you ever think that if we were supposed to be by now, we would've been?" - okay so i totally feel her here! like you want me now, but will you want me later? are you feeling sad and alone and scared and that’s why you want me? did you want me then? i like that she actually says this too? like she calls him out

Even when the other girls were perfect, they weren't you. I have always wanted to be with you Sunshine. - 🤭 this has me blushinggggg. like she’s always been there and she’s always been his even tho she hasn’t? not in the way either of them wanted?

"Of course I fucking love you. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since I was 19 and in a shitty relationship you were begging me to get out of. I was in love with you when we were on a fucking camping trip and woke up to you cuddling me.” - kylie you know i love that camping fic like i seriously read it at least once a month, it’s so sweet and sad at the same time? and she’s loved him since then and she didn’t think he wanted her? ughhhh

He cocks his head. "Then fine, I'll drop everything to be with you." - i love that he just comes out and says this? like he wants to be with her so badly? he wants to make it work? and it kills him? and all the stuff he has now that he wants to give up? he loves her so much

"You know that I'm not- I'm not the girl you should give it all up for." - oh honey 🥺 sweetheart no! this really hit me because i definitely have felt the same way

“No - no, Bradley. I don’t even have all of those things fully now, I’m not gonna let myself have the dream of it happening one day.” - goddamn 🥺 this is so true tho! she has him and he has her but do they really? they don’t! and that’s almost worse? like now that they know what it’s like to live with each other? and run those errands together and love each other?

“Bradley, I can’t.” - sunshine no!!! let him love you! he loves you enough to work through everything, just let him

He hadn’t, not for a second, considered that following you to Boston was a poor choice. - okay LOVE that he went after her! very parent trap of him! ALSOOO i love how you structure the “not when…” parts of this (also maverick and penny telling him to get a hotel room lol)

“I- shit, are you busy Sunshine? I- sorry, I didn’t even think-” - this KILLS ME!!! KILLS ME 🥺 like bubba!!! no no no even if she doesn’t realize it, she’s waiting for you

“I have it all mapped out, all the weekends I’m free to come visit you here.” - he has a plan! he thought it out! he loves you he loves you he loves you - just let him!!!!

“I just- I just want to love you.” - SEE!??!! just let him love you like you deserve!!

“I just want to kiss my wife. Just once.” - fucking kill me im being so serious. like even after all of this?? all these years and near misses and close calls, he’s never kissed her? they’ve never gotten that close!? ugh the romantic in me is melting

and yet it’s still the best kiss you’ve ever had - 🤭 this is so sweet and honest and wonderful

“This is cute. Cozy.” - not that i’m picturing bradley bradshaw in my fourth floor walk up apartment, but i am absolutely picturing him in my fourth floor walk up apartment

“I wanna try, B. I wanna try so bad. I have to try.” - YESSSSS THEYRE GOING TO TRY AND BE LONG DISTANCE FOR A WHILE BUT THEYRE GOING TO TRY BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH

chapter 9 - i know it won't work (b.r.b.)

a/n: after ten months of this chapter being at an absolute standstill, i have finally, finally finished this chapter. as always, @gretagerwigsmuse was an extraordinary human being for reading through all of it for me. i don't know if anyone is still interested in this series, but i'm posting it for anyone who is

summary: You're convinced it won't work, despite's Bradley persistence.

flight risk masterlist

warnings: alcohol, insecurities, swearing, this one is a bit heavy but has a hopeful ending

word count: 3.8k

"i've had the thought, tried to work it out through anxious pacin'/what if i'm not worth the time and breath i know you're saving?"

The front door opens as the plate clangs in the dishwasher, forcing you to cringe. You hold your breath, hoping it's not enough to catch the attention of Bradley.

Not just yet.

You aren't ready.

You know you have to talk to Bradley at some point. Tonight, preferably. But still, you're worried that staying might have been the wrong choice, that he doesn't want you here after this morning.

You're afraid to hear him tell you that you have to leave.

Bradley cautiously slips into the kitchen, not quite meeting your eye, almost like he's afraid. His face is hesitant as he cautiously looks up from the floor, to see you standing there, bent awkwardly over the dishwasher you'd been loading for him.

"You're here." He breathes out, almost unsure. "You stayed." He stays put, seemingly thinking that if he takes another step forward, speaks any louder than he currently is, you'll dissipate into thin air. You grimace at the thought that your continued reaction of leaving did that to him.

You shut the dishwasher, wincing as the ceramic plates clang together as you do, before standing straight, wringing your hands together. "Yeah." You breathe, unsure of where to look. "I- I didn't want to leave things between us like that."

He almost looks surprised by that answer, taking a cautious step forward. "So you wanna work things out?"

You lean up against the counter, eyes falling away from his. "I don't know if we can."

He lets out a forced laugh, something underneath you can't read, something that you want to say might be disbelief. "Come fucking on, Sunshine. You're supposed to be in fucking Boston right now. But you're not. You're here. That's gotta count for something, right?"

You push yourself away from the counter, turning away from him. "I don't know, Bradley. Don't you ever think that-" You pause, worrying your lip.

"What?"

You shrug before turning to face him again. "Don't you ever think that if we were supposed to be by now, we would've been?"

Bradley's face softens under his hesitancy. "Sunshine, we were kids when we met. We both had our own baggage and problems; we didn't know any better!" He steps closer to you, closing the distance by almost half. "I firmly believe that if we had gotten together at UVA, we would've blown it."

You huff, rolling your eyes. "Great."

He reaches out for you this time, bringing you back to face him even as you try to turn away again. "Sunshine, please stop reading into everything I say as if I mean the worst. I mean that we were kids and we were young and stupid and traumatized and both just trying to survive. Anything we felt as kids, it wouldn't have been enough for us to persevere against what the real world would've thrown at us." He squeezes your forearms, finally letting you go. "Look at what happened to fucking Tommy and Ella, yeah? They were the perfect couple with the perfect family that ended in divorce because they were kids when they did all that. But look at Eli and Bailey-"

"We're not them." You say, eyes narrowing as you cross your arms. "Stop fucking comparing us to people who don't give a shit about me."

He sighs. "That's not what I meant." He takes a step backwards, running a hand through his hair. "Sunshine, I was not equipped or emotionally available enough to be with you while we were at UVA. I was halfway convinced I was unlovable." His voice breaks as he looks at you pleadingly.

"Bradley, I-" You blow out a breath, shaking your head.

"Sunshine, I've never kept a solid relationship. You know that, a million people have told you that. Even when the other girls were perfect, they weren't you. I have always wanted to be with you Sunshine. I craved you like I crave flying a jet, or spending time with Maverick. You're an integral part of my life and who I am Sunshine, that's never going to go away."

You're unable to bring yourself to say anything, just look at him. Tears are stinging at your eyes for the umpteenth time in the last 24 hours, the emotion crawling up your throat, hearing him talk about how much you mean to him.

"Do you love me?" He whispers softly. “Because I love you - so much.”

You scoff at his question, that Bradley could have ever had any doubt how you felt about him. "Of course I fucking love you. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since I was 19 and in a shitty relationship you were begging me to get out of. I was in love with you when we were on a fucking camping trip and woke up to you cuddling me. I was in love with you when you were 25 and called me to tell me you were going to Top Gun for the first time and I was in love with you three months ago when you called me and asked me to come visit you. I was in love with you then and I'm in love with you now. I've never stopped, I don't know how."

He frowns as a beat passes. "Why do I get the feeling there's a but coming?"

"It's not realistic, Bradley! It would never- it would never work. We live on opposite coasts. I-" You cut yourself off, unsure of how to vocalize all the doubt you're feeling.

"Isn't the way we feel about each other enough?"

"No!" You nearly shout. "This isn't some Disney movie Bradley, where we all just get a happy ending! We live entirely different lives on opposite coasts. What do you want me to do? Give up my career? Sit here and play happy military wife forever? I can't just- drop everything to come here because I love you."

“That’s not what I’m saying! I’m not saying that you- you have to give up everything for me, much less be confined to the title of your marital status. I’m just saying- you made a sacrifice once before for me.”  

"That's not even in the same stratosphere of being the same thing."

He cocks his head. "Then fine, I'll drop everything to be with you."

You scoff again. "Bradley, no."

"Why not?" He demands. "I don't care what it takes. I just want to be with you."

"Bradley, I'm not letting you give up your career, your friends, your relationship with your godfather! You just got Maverick back, for fuck's sake. I can't-" You pause, your throat beginning to feel tight. "I'd never forgive myself if I took that from you." You struggle to swallow around the lump in your throat as a hot tear rolls down your face. "You have a really good thing going here Bradley. I would never ask you to give that up."

"You're not asking! I would give it all up if it meant I got to keep you, to have you."

You tilt your head. "You know that's not true." You whisper hoarsely. "You know that I'm not- I'm not the girl you should give it all up for."

Bradley’s face falls, a look of defeat replacing it. "What will it take for you to see that you're all I want Sunshine?"

You shake your head, turning away from him as you walk towards the kitchen window. "I can not believe I ended up here." You mutter. "How did I end up here?"

Bradley doesn't say anything.

"You know, I always swore I would never get married and because of some stupid decision we made as kids, I did. I swore I would never fall in love and yet because I trusted some stupid kid, I did." You groan, hands reaching up to rub your temples. "I should've been smarter."

"Woulda, coulda, shoulda Sunshine." Bradley says, but you barely hear him, the panic playing out in your mind.

How had you ended up here?

"I'm fucking stupid for doing this to myself, I know how this ends. My parents fucking hate each other and they had kids who hate them and each other. I've got no idea what good love looks like and-"

"Sunshine." Bradley says firmly, stepping back into your swimming vision. "You are not your parents, do you understand me? You're not like, destined to fuck this up, okay?" He reaches out softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before kissing the top of your head softly. "Please, Sunshine. Just let me love you. Please, that’s all I’m asking right now.”

“And then what happens? What happens after I’ve let you love me and I’ve fallen even more in love with you? We won’t be able to make dinner together every night or snuggle up on the couch watching TV. I won’t be able to sleep beside you or run errands together. No - no, Bradley. I don’t even have all of those things fully now, I’m not gonna let myself have the dream of it happening one day.”

The defeat in Bradley shows in his stature before you ever see it on his face. 

His shoulders slump, exhaustion showing in the lines on his face. He takes a step back from you, hands falling to his sides as he looks at you. Really looks at you. 

“You’re gonna leave again, aren’t you?” His voice is so soft, you’re surprised you can hear the way it cracks in the middle. 

“Bradley.” You respond, voice just as soft as his. 

There is nothing more than you want in that moment to stay, to tell him you’d stay with him forever, to do whatever it took. 

But that fear, the fear that had kept you and your feelings at bay all these years, is stronger as you look at him. 

“It would never work.”

“It could.” 

“It can’t.” 

The sheer devastation that crosses Bradley’s face at your surety is almost enough to make you second-guess your own words. 

“Please don’t make me say goodbye to you again, Sunshine.” 

Yoru throat is tight as you feel the familiar sting of tears in your waterline. 

“Bradley, I can’t.” 

Bradley’s eyes are glassy, haunted. 

It’s a look that haunts your dreams all the way back to Boston. 

- 

You set the phone back down on the coffee table, switching music on as you blink away the sting of the lack of notifications on your messages app. 

You don’t know why you keep waiting – expecting, really – for Bradley to text you. 

You think you made it pretty clear how you feel about him. About where the two of you were going from here. 

The Archer plays softly in the background as you grab the bottle of wine out of the bag, scrunching your nose as the chocolate at the bottom of the bag. 

You didn’t even really like Ferrero Rocher chocolate but apparently the you that had been throwing yourself a pity party an hour ago was miserable enough to buy it. 

You sigh, uncorking the bottle as the song on the tiny bluetooth speaker that sat atop your stove switches over and floats out through your kitchen. 

You pause as you recognize the first few keys of the song, groaning as you set the bottle back down on the countertop before walking a few feet to grab your phone. 

Sure enough, the familiar album cover of good riddance looks back up at you as you quickly swipe away from the song that had come up on your shuffle. 

“Fucking Spotify.” You mutter, slipping your phone into the pockets of the sweats you’d been dying to put on all day. 

Three months of traipsing around San Diego in shorts and leggings all the time had ruined you from ever comfortably wearing slacks again. 

You only just barely make it through your pour before the buzzer goes off, causing you to flinch. 

“Jesus.” You mutter as you re-cork the bottle. 

You sigh, picking the glass up and taking a sip of the shitty five-dollar bottle of wine you’d picked up on the way home from the office. You hear the main door open from downstairs and part of you wonders if your boss followed through on her threat of giving you a fruit basket. 

(“So, how was San Diego?” Your boss asks.

You sigh, glancing up at her from your monitor before looking back at the email you’re typing out. 

“That bad, huh?”

She shuts the door of your office behind her, sitting in the chair across from you. 

“Was expecting you to come back with some good news, especially with you taking a few extra days.” 

You swallow, closing your tabs you turn your attention back to her. 

“I- uh, married this guy in college. It was really- spur of the moment. We were young and stupid and-” You shake your head, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “It just ended up not working out. I went to San Diego so we could get a divorce.” 

“Oh shit.” She mutters. She shifts in her seat before she nods to herself. 

“What if I sent you a fruit basket? Would that make it better?”)

You wonder if chocolate covered pineapple will taste good with cheap white wine as you fish your phone out of your pocket, typing out a text to her to ask if she had indeed sent you a fruit basket when there's a knock at the door. 

“Coming.” You call out before you sigh, setting the phone down on the countertop as you walk a few paces over to the door, before pulling it open, wine glass in hand. 

And then you almost drop it. 

-

He hadn’t, not for a second, considered that following you to Boston was a poor choice. 

Not when he had to ask Ice to pull strings to get him approved leave. 

Not when he booked a last minute flight in the base parking lot on a newly-downloaded Delta app. 

Not when Mav had to gently suggest he book a hotel room in case things didn’t go as planned. 

(“B, I think you should consider maybe booking a hotel room in case this all goes to shit.” Mav says, sitting down on his bed as he packs his duffle bag. 

He freezes, looking at his godfather. 

“Fuck, I didn’t even think of that.” 

His godfather heaves an overexaggerated sigh, nodding. “Yeah, I figured.”)

Not when he spent a majority of his time in the San Diego airport trying to figure how to take the T from the airport to your apartment in Brookline. 

(You’d explained it to him once, something about a blue line and a green line and a Maverick stop, but he’s pretty sure he was admiring the way your eyes sparkled in the sun as the two of sat on the grassy lawn of the courtyard in Balboa Park and decidedly not listening to what you were telling him.)

Not when he took a detour, getting off at a different stop to go to the hotel room Mav and Penny had booked for him and not when he’d taken another stop to get you flowers. 

Not when he’d pressed the buzzer for your apartment and not as he walked up the wooden stairs to your third floor apartment. 

No, the first time he second-guesses any of his decisions of the last forty-eight hours is when you open your front door, wine glass in hand, music playing in the background, and stare at him. 

The flowers feel sweaty in his hand, the brown paper crinkling as he swallows, suddenly forgetting everything he wanted to say. 

“I- shit, are you busy Sunshine? I- sorry, I didn’t even think-” 

You shake your head, turning to set your wine glass on the entryway table as the music softly plays in the background. “Bradley, what are you doing here?” You ask, shaking your head again as your eyes flit over him. 

He takes a deep breath, steadying himself. 

“I thought, at first, that maybe you didn’t- you didn’t love me back or care- care about me in the way I did you. But after that last night-” He shakes his head. “I know now that it’s not that you don’t love me. You keep saying that this could never work. And I- I need to show you that it could. It can work, and we will make it work.” He licks his lips, glancing down at the flowers in his hands. 

“Bradley-” 

“No, Sunshine, I need you to hear me out. Please.” You give a little nod, eyes wide, and he sighs again. “I have it all mapped out, all the weekends I’m free to come visit you here. I get home around 6 every night, which is only 9 your time here. You’ve always been a bit of a night owl, so there’s at least a few hours each night we can FaceTime while I make dinner. We can even do dinner dates on the weekend and call each other while we cook together. We can make this work. We’ve made it work enough for the Navy to believe us all these years, now- now it’s just doing all the things we said we were doing all along. I want to be with you and I don’t care how long it takes, we will get this right. We can do this for however long we need to, for however long it takes, I just- I just want to love you.” 

He swallows as his hands jerk out, offering you the flowers as he finally lets himself breathe. You glance down at the flowers and back up to him, eyes wide. 

He glances down at them, realizing you aren’t going to take the flowers from him and his next words leave him without his allowance. 

“I just want to kiss my wife. Just once.” 

The seconds tick by without you saying or doing anything. 

It’s excruciating. 

He feels his face grow warm as he suddenly realizes how ridiculous this all is. This, the flowers, the showing up announced, the flying cross country, all of it. 

“I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have- Okay, I’m- I’m sorry for bothering you Sunshine. I should go.” 

He nods, going to turn, when you surge forward, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling his lips down to yours. 

The flowers fall out of his hands as he scrambles to cup either side of your head. 

-

The kiss is soft as it is passionate, a juxtaposition you never thought could come from a kiss. His lips are chapped against yours and at the angle you’ve got him at, his nose is nudged against your cheek and yet it’s still the best kiss you’ve ever had. It’s dizzying, the relief and peace that comes from finally knowing what it’s like to kiss him. 

It’s the movement of one of his hands down to your shoulder that grounds you, causing you to pull away. You don’t go far, just enough to look him in his eyes. 

“I can’t believe I just did that.” You say after a beat, a giddy half-laugh escaping you as the adrenaline thrums through you. “Come inside.” You say, tugging on his shirt. “We should stop giving my neighbors a free show. Mrs. Robinson’s probably watching us through her peephole.”

Bradley lets out a small laugh at the mention of your nosy across the hall neighbor, before bending down to scoop up the flowers. He turns to you as you gently shut the door behind him. 

“Do you have a vase for me to put these in?”

“Do I have a- Bradley, what do you take me for? An adult?” He laughs, a real laugh this time, and the sound warms your heart. “Here.” you walk a few paces into your kitchen, Bradley trailing behind you. You open up one of the cabinets, pulling out a tall pint glass. 

Bradley’s eyes grow at the sight of it. “Is that the cup from when we went to Oktoberfest? While we were in college?” 

You nod, filling the glass at your sink before turning back to him. 

While at UVA, your group of friends had gone to Oktoberfest. You’d been too young to drink at the time, a year younger than the rest of them, and Bradley had taken pity on you, giving you his pint glass at the end of the day since you wouldn’t be able to get your own. 

You take the flowers from him, trimming the stems off before setting them in the water. You grab the glass, nodding your head to your couch. 

“C’mon, let’s sit.” 

Bradley follows you as you sit down, if a bit hesitant. 

Hesitation, caution, carefree laughter, kindness, love, they’re all looks on Bradley you know well. 

But this, the timidness, in his eyes, in the gentleness of his movements, in the lines around his small smile is not something you’re familiar with. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, scooting closer to him once he finally does sit down next to you on the couch. 

He swallows before glancing around your place. 

“This is cute. Cozy.” 

“Better in person than in the pictures I showed you, I bet?” He nods, before glancing back at you. “B, I can’t believe you’re here.” You whisper softly, resisting the urge to reach out and thread your fingers through his. 

“You still haven’t told me if you want to try.” He whispers, hazel eyes meeting yours. There’s that timidness again, hidden his voice. “I really want to try, Sunshine.” 

This time, you don’t resist the urge and take his hand in yours. You crawl closer to him, placing yourself gently in his lap. His hands automatically wrap around your middle, even if you can still see the nerves in his eyes. 

“Bradley, I want to try.” You whisper softly. “I-” 

You falter, struggling to find the words to articulate why you had changed your mind. 

Maybe it was the love Bradley had for you, was so openly displaying. 

Maybe it was the determination he’d had that this could work. 

Maybe it was the effort it took to follow you out here. 

Maybe it was the knowledge that your fear would deny you the best thing you’d ever had, the best person you’d ever had. 

Maybe it was all of it, knowing you’d spend the rest of your life regretting it if you didn’t. 

Bradley would be your one that got away. He’d be the one you’d think of what ifs when he inevitably got married to another girl, had kids, and a picket white fence future. 

“Sunshine?” Bradley prompts softly. 

The thought alone makes you nauseous. You couldn’t let that happen. 

“I wanna try, B. I wanna try so bad. I have to try.” 

The smile Bradley gives you in return is soft, yet no less sweet and full of love before he presses another kiss to your lips. 

“Then we’ll try.”

[baroquebucky]

comfort

bucky always found comfort in steve, but he’s gone now. who will he turn to for comfort now?

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a/n: hi bffs !! thank you anon for requesting this <3 just angst and fluff (and endgame steve >:[) !! let me know what you guys think :] (srry for any typos)

“this is bucky!” steve smiled at you happily, you were Steve’s neighbor, always lending him a helping hand when he needed it and giving him emotional support and encouragement that would last him a life time.

“nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard lots ‘bout you” you smiled, sticking your hand out and bucky reluctantly shook it. “why don’t you guys come in for a bit? I’m making some pasta and i put way too much” you grinned, watching as bucky and steve looked at each other, having a whole conversation silently before Steve spoke up again.

“we’d love to” he grinned, pulling bucky inside your apartment with him before you closed the door. Bucky took in your apartment, it was somewhat messy, but it a nice way, a live in sort of way. You had plants all along your windowsill and a basket full on blankets near your couch, books along the shelf with a couple other things and pictures all over the place.

“hope you guys like chicken Alfredo” you smiled, checking the pasta before deciding it was good enough and scooping some out onto three plates

“bucky i have a serious question for you” you spoke as you set the three plates down on the dinner table, smiling at steve as he thanked you.

“oh, okay” bucky mumbled, shifting in his seat and heart racing. You were gonna ask him about his time as the winter soldier weren’t you? You were going to judge him for everything he’d done.

“what animal do you think you can take in a fight?” You spoke seriously, looking at him as you set his plate down.

That’s it? What animal he could fight?

“what?” He asked, confused as to why you were asking him this. Surely this was some test? Maybe it was code for something, if he answered a specific animal then it proved he was a good person.

Steve groaned as you asked the question and you scowled at him, hitting him softly as you passed by him and to the kitchen to get some water for the three on you.

“what animal do you think you could beat if it was just hand to hand combat?” You looked at him, studying his features and quickly taking in the fact that he was in fact the most breathtaking man on earth.

Bucky looked at steve who let out a sigh.

“you should answer now, she asked me that a couple days ago and we talked about it for almost an hour” steve smiled, reminiscing on the way you even made him coffee so he could stay until the end of your discussion.

“uh, i mean, well i guess I’m a super soldier so- i don’t know i don’t wanna fight any of them” he spoke warily, looking at you nervously and watching the way you narrowed your eyes at him before your face softened, breaking into a wide smile and nodding your head proudly.

“James barnes i think you and i are going to get along just fine” you smiled, taking in the way his eyes lit up just a tad at your words.

Steve smiled at the way bucky sat a little straighter, loosening up a bit and warming up to you little by little. He wanted him to have someone to turn to, he wanted him to have you like steve did, someone he knew he could always rely on.

After the whole Blip went down and everything was back to normal bucky found himself lost at times, wandering the streets in seek of comfort. He was left alone in the world with nothing left from his old life.

Steve had only been gone for a couple of days and he already felt horrible. He had no one to turn to, no one to lean on. He was alone.

He tried finding solace in sleep, wishing that his mind would whisk him away to be happy in his dreams. His attempts were fruitless, all he managed to do was toss and turn, his mind racing and never relaxing enough to fully sleep.

The small moments he did manage to sleep he awake in a cold sweat, nightmares plaguing his mind, his memories rushing to him alongside the pain and thoughts that has recently set in after steve left.

Bucky sat on couch of his apartment, it was silent as the sounds of the city were muffled through the walls, rain gently hitting his windows. He so badly wanted to just break down and cry, to have someone tell him everything would be okay, to comfort him and remind him that he wasn’t alone even with steve gone.

Bucky scrolled through his contacts, vision blurred with tears as he searched helplessly for someone he could go to. As he scrolled through his contacts he found you, when had he put it there?

He clicked on your name and sure enough, there was a picture of you smiling brightly with steve, a note written under your contact information.

buck, y/n helped me get through everything, theyre sweet and caring and kind, please talk to them if you ever need anyone i promise you they can help - steve

Bucky let out a shaky breath as he read the note steve had left. When did he even get ahold of his phone? Buckys mind was racing, he wiped his tears and locked his phone. He would be fine, he didn’t need anyone to help him.

As the day progressed bucky felt the pain in his chest growing with each breath, tears threatening to spill out any moment. He was frustrated that the feelings wouldn’t just go away, it was persistent and nagging at him every minute of the day as he tried to push it away.

Maybe if i take a walk it’ll clear my mind, bucky reasoned, throwing on a jacket and heading out, there was only a very light drizzle as he walked aimlessly, trying everything to get his mind off the emptiness he felt in his heart.

Was he not good enough for him to stay? Was everything bucky had done, too much for steve? Why would he leave him so abruptly? After everything he just left him with no hesitation.

Bucky tried to shake away the thoughts but they grew louder and louder, tears stinging at his eyes and he decided he’d had enough.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking note of where he was and recalling the path he and steve had taken the first time they visited you, he let his mind wander, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

By the time he reached your apartment he wanted to turn around and leave. Did you even live here still? We’re you even home? It wasn’t a good idea, he should deal with it by himself.

Bucky was about to turn to leave when you opened the door, dressed up with bright red lipstick on. Oh wow you were stunning, bucky thought as he turned around to face you.

“bucky?” You asked, looking at the man before smiling widely, “bucky! oh wow hi!” You grinned, not hesitating to pull him in for a hug and squeezing him tightly. As you pulled away you noticed his red eyes and the frown on his face. Your smile quickly disappeared when you saw the way he tried to hide the tear stains, looking down at his shoes.

“oh james what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, grabbing his wrist gently and pulling him into your apartment, he looked up quickly. It was still the same, it was just as homey as he remembered it.

You led him to the couch, quickly bringing over the basket of blankets and letting him choose whichever one he wanted, smiling as he picked the fuzziest of them all.

“good choice” you softly spoke, grabbing a blanket for yourself and setting it on the couch next to him.

“do you want anything to drink, i have coffee, hot chocolate, water and maybe some apple juice” you smile fondly at the man on your couch and he thought for a second before replying.

“can- do you think i can have a hot chocolate” he spoke softly, “please” the tone of his voice made your heart clench and you wanted to just hold him, but you knew he didn’t need that just yet, so you just nodded and made his hot chocolate as fast as you could, adding whipped cream and marshmallows and placing it on the table in front of him.

“added extra whipped cream for you” you smiled, slipping your heels off and grabbing your phone, “I’m gonna get changed and I’ll be back out in a second, make yourself at home buck” your smile was warm and sincere and he already found the emptiness fading.

“i have to cancel today I’m really sorry” bucky heard, his super hearing picking up on the conversation you were having. “something came up” your voice was calm. “no i cant just ignore it” your tone shifted, leaning towards annoyance as you continued.

“excuse me for caring about someone other than myself!” You spoke dryly, changing out of your dress and into some sweats and an oversized t shirt. “you know what i think, i think it would be better if you deleted my number and forgot about me actually! i think that’d be great” your voice was cold as you hung up, letting out a sigh before smiling slightly, thank god you didn’t have go through with that date.

As you walked out you noticed bucky getting up, heading towards the door.

“leaving so soon? you barely touched your hot chocolate” you frowned, your voice making bucky turn to look at you, his words died on his tongue when he noticed you were changed.

“you have a date” was all he said and you smiled, shaking your head and pulling him back to the couch with you.

“had” you corrected him, “cancelled on ‘em, didn’t really wanna go” you scrunched your face up as you spoke, sipping some of your hot chocolate before looking at bucky softly.

“got better things to do” you stated, watching the way he slowly warmed up to you, moving his body to face you.

“like what?” He whispered, looking down at the blanket in his lap as he let it lightly.

“like make my bestest friend in the whole world feel better” you answered, not missing a beat as you spoke, looking at him.

Bucky swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Never in a million years did he think someone he met a total of three times not so long ago could bring him so much warmth, so much comfort. He didn’t bother hiding the blush on his face, he knew you wouldn’t tease him about it, you were more focused on making him feel better.

“what’s eating at you buck?” You prodded him gently, watching his body language closely for any signs of discomfort. He looked at you before focusing on his hot chocolate, picking it up and taking a small sip.

“good hot chocolate” he mumbled, taking another sip and you smiled, nodding your head silently. Bucky set the mug down again, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “it’s just-” he began, cutting himself off before he could continue.

“he didn’t say goodbye to you, did he?” His eyes were whirlpools of emotions. You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head.

“no, not really” you spoke, “he kind of hinted at what he was gonna do y’know? didn’t wanna say it out loud so we kind of, i guess just didn’t wanna say it” you mumbled, “made it too real” you smiled at him again, not wanting to make his mood any worse.

“don’t you- how are you so okay with it? I mean it’s just- don’t you feel like if you did more he wouldn’t have left?” Bucky asked, desperation in his eyes.

Everything clicked in your mind instantly. Your stomach fell and your heart broke in your chest, Bucky’s sad eyes and slumped shoulders told you everything you had to know. The way he couldn’t even keep eye contact with you for longer than three seconds, how he fumbled with something when he spoke. You wiped the frown of your face before giving him a reassuring smile, scooting closer to him.

“sometimes i do” you nodded, picking at some fuzz on your blanket, “i do find myself wondering if i had given him different advice throughout the time i knew him if he would’ve made a different choice” you spoke softly, bucky looked at you, watching the way your lips poured slightly.

“I’ll think ‘maybe if i had asked him to stay for dinner one more time’ or if i made him more hot chocolate” you chuckled softly, bucky smiled at your words, sadness filling his chest as he realized how hurt you must be.

“you shouldn’t blame yourself y/n, you did your best” he whispered, clearing his throat before continuing, “i mean you brought him so much comfort and helped him through so much, in the end it was his choice and that’s not on you” he finished, hands shaking slightly. Bucky was silent as you nodded.

“listen to yourself buck” you smiled, placing a hand on his, “it’s not your fault, you did your best, you meant so much to him and you always will” you assured him, squeezing his hand in yours. Bucky was quiet as you gave him soft smiles.

“I didn’t mean me-” he began but you shook your head.

“you were his best friend for his whole life, he talked about you all the time, spent years looking for you to get you back” bucky let out a shaky breath. “You were good enough, you are good enough james.”

The firmness in your voice made bucky look up, your eyes were set and serious. Bucky tried to find any trace of lies, but your words were sincere and settled in his bones like a warm fireplace.

“it’s just- i wish-” his voice cracked and his bottom lip quivered, tears stinging his eyes. He was embarrassed, moving to wipe his tear quickly.

You beat him to it, your hand caressing his cheek and softly wiping away at the tears. You moved you hand to the back of his neck and softly pulled him into you, shaking your arms around him as best you could.

Bucky cried into your shoulder, mumbling incoherent sentences as sobs racked his body. You help him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering to him it would be okay.

“you’re okay, i got you” you whispered, “I’m here let it out sweets, it’s okay.”

Bucky knew he should feel embarrassed for crying like this, in front of you, someone he barely knew. Your words were too comforting to let him and your presence far too warm to even let him consider leaving you at this moment in time.

You didn’t mind one bit that bucky was crying into your favorite t shirt, you held him tighter, giving him all the time he needed to calm down.

By the time Bucky’s cries had softened to soft hiccups he pulled away from you, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. His nose was pink and he sniffled softly, using the back of his hands to run his eyes.

You silently handed him some tissues, softly letting him know where the bathroom is. He smiled at you softly, getting up from the couch and heading to your restroom. You sat in silence as you waited for bucky to come back, sighing softly to yourself. You closed your eyes for a second, blinking away a couple tears and getting snacks from your pantry, putting on your comfort show and switching to the pilot episode.

Bucky washed his face with cold water, smiling at the fact that your bathroom smelled like eucalyptus. His dried his face and washed his hands, letting out a shaky sigh before looking at himself in the mirror, frowning at how broken he looked. He tore his gaze away and turned off the lights, walking out and seeing you sitting on the couch cross legged.

You smiled up at bucky, patting the seat next to you and moving so he could sit. The couch dipped a little as he sat down, grabbing the blanket and bundling it in his lap.

“when I’m upset i watch this show, it always cheers me up” you spoke to him gently, “that is if you aren’t leaving, i don’t wanna hold you hostage or anything” you chuckled and bucky smiled at you, laughing softly.

“no i- do you think i can stay a bit longer?” He asked and you nodded, linking your arms together and pulling each other closer.

“you can stay for however long you want” bucky felt his heart grow in his chest, how could you be so warm and welcoming to him? He didn’t question it for long though, your dazzling smile and sparkling eyes cleared his mind.

“ready?” You smiled and he nodded, watching as you hurried to press play, adjusting the volume and grinning as the show began.

Bucky couldn’t help but steal glances at you, smiling at how you mouthed the lines, offering him snacks if he hadn’t touched them in a while, constantly making sure he was okay.

Relaxation. He finally felt relaxed, his jaw was unclenched and his brows were furrowed, he had a small smile on his face. His muscles were relaxed as the showed played on your tv, your body heat radiating onto Buckys side.

You looked up to comment on something in the show but quickly stopped when you realized bucky had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed and he just looked so soft.

You smiled as you looked at him, moving some pillows quietly so you wouldn’t wake him. You helped him lay down and set the blanket on top of him, telling him to go back to sleep when he stirred slightly. For the first time since steve had left Buckys slept peacefully. He found comfort and assurance with you.

Steve was always looking out for bucky, always saying that he had to pay him back for all those fights bucky saved him from in the 40’s. Steve helped him get out of hydra, helped him get his mind back.

Bucky smiled at you as you pet alpine in your lap, dozing off as you struggled to stay awake before finally giving into sleep. He picked you up swiftly, tucking you into bed like you had done with him nearly a year ago. He kissed your forehead gently before sliding into bed next to you, falling asleep quickly with you by his side.

Now even after he was gone, he was helping him heal. And for that, he was forever grateful.