#the improv for the wedding venue kiss

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Nathan Kress + Answering Tweets About Season 3

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thank you so much for writing my Valentine’s Day request! I would definitely love to see a part 2 or a mini series (if you’re up for it ofc). maybe where they are wedding planning and then the day of the wedding and all the girls help the reader get ready (Chad helps Ethan ofc) and Quinn is super excited to have a sister in law… and maybe at the end the new wedded landrys will announce baby landry on the way 😉

Okay, this is MASSIVE. I hope you like it:) I had a lot to fit in lmao

Perfectly Perfect - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Summary: After Ethan asks you to marry him, you learn that he wants to marry you as soon as possible. He also mentions how badly he wants kids soon, but it happens sooner than expected.

Part 1

Contains: Fluff, pregnancy, suggestions to sex, and if I didn't use the word 'fuck', it wouldn't be a fic I wrote :)

A/N: Jesus, I hope y'all like this. I've spent a couple days on it, and it has SO MUCH in it. Like 8 months worth of stuff in 6.7k words(I double-checked for grammatical errors, and if you catch something I didn't, I'm SO SORRY). I didn't want to leave it on a cliffhanger like I love to do. I'll be working on a couple fics tomorrow, one of them will definitely be smut:)

After Ethan proposed, you didn’t want to get back to your normal life. You couldn’t wait to start talking about wedding planning, but he wanted to wait for the weekend so he could completely focus on it and not be stressed about his work project.

On Friday night, you sat on top of his kitchen counter as he made you dinner. You offered to help, but he knew your day was stressful, so he wanted you to relax. You smiled as you watched him, thinking back to the first time he ever tried to cook for you.

He tried to make pasta with this sauce that he made from scratch. He wanted it to seem like he knew what he was doing, even though the most he’d ever made was ramen and instant mac and cheese. The gesture was sweet, but the food tasted terrible. You didn’t show it though, until he finally spoke up.

“This tastes awful…how are you eating that?” he asked as you started to laugh a little.

“You worked hard on it, babe.”

“Fuck it, let’s order Chinese,” he said, pulling out his phone. “One day, I’ll be good at cooking.”

“I can always cook for you, though,” you smiled, as he shook his head.

“One of these days, I want to be able to cook for you and our kids,” he said, placing the order and sitting his phone down on the table. Your eyes widened, because that was the first time he’d ever hinted that the two of you would have a long future together. You’d only been together for a little over a year, but you knew you wanted to be with him forever.

“Kids, huh? How many are we having?” you asked, taking a sip of your water.

“I think five is a good number,” he said, as you started to choke on the water. “Okay, maybe not five. But I know I want a family with you someday.”

“I’d like that,” you smiled, as he leaned over to kiss you, “But five is definitely a lot.”

His cooking skills improved after he discovered that salt and pepper weren’t the only seasonings someone could use. When he walked over and reached around to grab some spices out of the cabinet, you started to move your head.

“You’re fine, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead before he grabbed what he needed.

“I’m absolutely dying to talk about wedding stuff,” you said dramatically, as he went back to his place in front of the stove.

“What do you want to talk about first?” he asked, smiling as he focused on dinner.

“When do you want to get married?” he started to laugh a little at your question.

“I’d marry you right this second if we could pull a wedding together that quick.” He said, “I’m thinking October.”

“Like, eight months away October? Or next year?” you questioned, getting a little nervous.

“This year,” he said, sautéing the veggies he was cooking in the pan.

“Uh, I don’t know if we could pull that off. We’d have to find a wedding venue, a photographer, a DJ, a florist…I’d have to get a dress. Plus, October is a busy wedding month,” you sighed, “Most of the venues are probably booked up already.”

“I can pull some strings,” he said, as you curiously eyed him. “One of the guys at work has a cousin that’s about to open their own wedding venue this fall. He mentioned it when I told him I was going to propose.”

“Really?” you asked, “But there’s still so many other things to do.”

“Let’s eat first, then we can look into it.”

The food he made was delicious. He smiled proudly as you wouldn’t stop complimenting his cooking skills. It was definitely an improvement from what he tried to make for you four years ago.

“I told you, I was going to get better at cooking for you and our future kids,” he started to laugh, but then he got quiet as he started to think.  “How do you feel about trying for one soon?”

His question caught you off guard, your cheeks turning pink. “Oh, um…” you were so flustered as you tried to compile your thoughts, “Yeah, I’d love that, but we need to get the wedding stuff squared away first, then we’ll talk about it.”

“Deal.”

After dinner, he sat down with you on the couch and pulled out his phone to show you the pictures of the new wedding venue that was almost finished.

“That’s beautiful!” you said, looking at the tall ceilings and the spacious outside area.

“They’re going to get the landscaping finished this week, and then they have to do a few more things to the inside. I’ll ask him if we can tour it when it’s finished,” he said, his arm draping around your shoulder as he pulled you closer. “I want our wedding day to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of, so if you hate it, we could always push it out a year.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it just by how gorgeous it already looks,” you said, snuggling into his chest, “but yeah, ask him about touring it.”

“Oh, Chad has a friend that’s a photographer, too,” he said, as you raised up a little to look at him.

“Have you been wedding planning without me?” you joked, as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“No…well maybe a little,” he sighed, “His work is really good. I’ve also been looking at flowers and stuff on my breaks at work…don’t hate me.”

Your heart started to melt as you realized exactly how excited he was to marry you. You knew he wanted to and that he loved you, but him wanting to officially start your lives together as soon as possible made you feel so special.

“What do you think for colors?” you asked, interested in what he had to say.

“I haven’t thought about that yet, I wanted you to pick them.”

“I’m thinking a really pretty deep red and maybe some orange would look really nice, especially if the leaves are going to be changing,” you smiled, as he nodded.

The two of you continued to talk about your wedding ideas, and how big you wanted it to be. You knew some people that went all out and had hundreds of people at their weddings, but you and Ethan decided to keep that number at one hundred or less. You wanted it to be intimate, but still have all the people that meant a lot to you to be there.

“What about your bridesmaids?” he questioned, as you started to think.

“Well, of course Tara would be my Maid of Honor, and Mindy and Anika, but do you think Quinn would want to be the fourth one?” you asked, as he started smiling.

“She’d love that, babe. She loves you, and she’s always asking about you whenever she calls to check in,” he said, “It makes me so happy that you’d want someone from my family to be one of your bridesmaids.”

He started to talk about Chad being his best man, and you wouldn’t expect anything less. They were so close, and Chad was the reason the two of you got together in the first place. Ethan was shy, so Chad encouraged him to finally ask you out.

As the months started to fly by, you were surprised at how quickly everything was coming together. Between you and Ethan’s busy work schedules, you still found time to tour the venue, meet with a DJ, do your engagement shoot with Chad’s friend, and get your dress. You didn’t think you’d be able to pull off everything as quick as you were, but with the help of your friends, it was easy.

“Babe,” you called out as you walked through Ethan’s front door, “Where are you?”

He didn’t say anything, but you heard the faint sound of the shower. You walked into the bathroom as he was stepping out.

“Hey, babe,” he said, drying off as you hopped up onto the bathroom counter, “How was your appointment?”

“It was good. It didn’t hurt as bad to take it out as it did to have it put in,” you said, referring to your IUD. “Don’t get any ideas, though. We’re still four months away from the wedding.”

You wanted to wait until it was a lot closer to the wedding, but your doctor was about to have her own baby and was going to take a few months off. You were eager to start a family with Ethan, but you wanted to fit into the dress that you’d spent a lot of money on.

“Fineee,” he sighed out, wrapping his towel around his hips before standing in front of you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said as he leaned in to kiss you. After he pulled away, you started to panic, remembering things you still had to do. “Fuck, I forgot to email the caterer!”

You tried to slide off the counter before Ethan stopped you. “I already did it, babe,” your mind was still racing, “And Tara stopped by work today to grab the invitations. She dropped them off at the post office for us.”

You sighed, relaxing a little as you smiled at him. “What else do we still have to do, then?”

“The only thing I want us to worry about tonight is spending time with each other,” he said, his hands resting on your thighs, “No wedding talk, no stressing. I just want to hang out.”

“Okay,” you said, as he stepped back so you could slide off the counter.

“I’m going to get dressed, then I’ll order food, and we can watch a movie,” he said, pecking your lips as you walked out of the bathroom.

You had a great night with Ethan. He knew how to calm you down and take your mind off things, even though the little voice inside your head kept reminding you of the few things you still had to do. When you woke up the next morning with Ethan spooning you, he was starting to stir awake himself.

“Good morning,” you giggled, as he kissed the back of your neck.

“Good morning,” he said, his curls tickling your bare shoulder, “We have stuff to do today.”

“Do we have to?” you asked, “Because I just want to stay in bed with you all day.”

You adjusted in his arms to face him, his sleepy eyes meeting your mischievous ones.

“Oh? Well, we do have a couple hours before we have to be at the bakery to decide on our cake flavors,” he said, his hands resting on your hips. “What about the possibility of getting pregnant?”

“I highly doubt that it’d happen that quick.”

A couple months later, you realized how wrong you were. Your period didn’t show up, which you assumed was because of the stress and your body getting used to no longer using birth control. After the second month of not getting one, your boobs really started to hurt.

“Uh, are you pregnant?” Tara asked, her eyes going wide as she helped you put together your wedding favors, “I know you mentioned wanting to have a baby soon.”

“I don’t think so,” you sighed, “I think it’s just the stress of the wedding has everything out of whack.”

“It can’t hurt to take a test to be sure. I know you’d feel bad if you were and you weren’t taking the vitamins you need,” she said, “Plus, it’s best to know sooner rather than later if you’re going to fit in your dress.”

“My doctor put me on the vitamins when I told her I wanted to get pregnant soon, so if I am, everything should be okay,” you sighed, getting a little anxious, “But, you’re right. I’ll take a test when Ethan gets back from tux shopping with Chad.”

“I love seeing Chad in a tux,” she gushed, “Maybe one day you’ll be helping me with my wedding…if he ever asks me.”

“It’ll happen. I thought Ethan would never ask, even with me hinting at it all the time.”

When Ethan and Chad made it back to Tara’s, she was practically pushing the two of you out the door. She knew that Chad and Ethan would probably get caught up in video games, but she knew you had more important things to do.

“Did you get your suit?” you asked from the passenger’s seat as Ethan drove.

“Yeah, I think you’ll like it,” he said, glancing over to you. “You okay?”

You sighed as you looked over to him, “Can we stop by the pharmacy on the way back to your house?”

“Yeah, are you feeling sick?” he asked, his voice showing concern.

“No, not really…but Tara thinks I’m pregnant,” you said, as Ethan almost ran a stop sign.

“Wait, what?” he asked, the both of you jolting forward as he came to a sudden stop. “We’ve been safe until a week ago.”

“If I am pregnant, it happened the morning we went to the bakery,” you said, as his hand reached over to grab yours. “I haven’t gotten my period, either.”

“Okay, um…yeah,” he stammered, trying to hide the excitement over the possibility.

“What if I am? I’ll be four months along and probably showing by then,” you sighed, “I won’t fit into my dress. I’m running out of time for alterations, too.”

“Well don’t freak out until we know for sure, okay?” he said, trying to calm you down.

After you made it back to Ethan’s, you went straight to the bathroom with the pharmacy bag in your hand.

“I’ll wait out here,” he said, leaning against the wall to give you your privacy.

He was hoping that the test would be positive, but he didn’t want you to be unhappy about it. He knew it would add even more stress if you were as far along as you thought. He started to get lost in his thoughts as he heard you squeal.

He opened the bathroom door to see your eyes watering and a huge smile on your face.

“Babe, I’m pregnant!”

“No fucking way!” he yelled, picking you up and spinning you. “Oh shit, okay. We’re going to be parents.” He sat you down on your feet and kissed you. “We can turn the spare bedroom into a nursery after the wedding!”

“Oh shit,” you said, your mind going back to the wedding, “I don’t mind being pregnant, and if I’m showing, I don’t care. But I need to figure out something for my dress.”

“Let’s make an appointment and make sure everything’s okay, then we can worry about that.”

You called your doctors office the following Monday, begging to be seen. With your normal doctor being out on maternity leave, they were able to schedule you with another doctor that same day that had a cancellation. You and Ethan both left work early to go because you didn’t know what to expect. You were happy he came with you because they realized that you were about ten weeks along and wanted to do an ultrasound to make sure the baby was measuring correctly.

“There’s not a whole lot to see right now, but the baby is measuring the way it should be,” the ultrasound technician said, as your eyes started to water. You looked over to see Ethan wiping his tears as he watched the screen. She occasionally paused so she could print out the sonograms from different angles.

When you went to walk out, she handed you a tiny little folder with the images she’d printed out. The cover of it said Baby’s First Photo’s, and when Ethan saw it, he lost it. You had to take a few minutes in the room as you tried to get him to stop crying.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so happy,” he said, as you reached up to wipe some of his tears.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m happy that you’re this happy,” you said, as he grabbed your hand.

“I love you so much. You’re going to be such an amazing mom,” he said, as he started to pull himself together.

“And you’re going to be an amazing dad. I love you too, babe.”

After the appointment, you talked to Ethan about telling Chad and Tara. Now that you knew the baby was okay, you just had to tell your best friend.

“That’s fucking awesome, dude! Congratulations,” Chad said, pulling Ethan into a hug.

“I knew it!” Tara said, wiping away the few tears that were slipping out.

“Show them the pictures!” Ethan said excitedly, as you grabbed the folder out of your purse.

“Aww, little baby Landry,” Chad said, flipping through the images.

“What do you think you’re having?” Tara asked, “Because I need a reason to go shopping.”

Chad rolled his eyes, “You always have a reason to go shopping.”

“We won’t find out until after the wedding, but I think we want to announce our pregnancy then,” you smiled, looking over to Ethan as he nodded.

“Let me know what I can do to help once you guys decide what you want to do,” Tara said, taking one last look at the pictures before she handed them back to you.

“I will.”

A month later, you stopped by Tara’s to try your dress on to see if it still fit.

“Fuck,” you said, as she tried to zip the back. It wouldn’t budge above your waist. “What am I going to do now?” you sighed, looking at her in the mirror of her bedroom.

“We can get it altered. We’re cutting it close though, and we still don’t know how big you’ll be on your wedding day,” she said, as panic started to set in for her, too. “The bridal shop is open today; I’ll call them to see if their seamstress can fix it.”

As Tara paced on the phone, you really thought you were going to have to buy a whole new dress, until she screamed “Yes! Thank you so much!”

She ended the call before walking up to you, “Okay, we have to take it in right now, but they believe they can put something into the sides of the dress that will make it a little stretchy.”

“Thank god,” you said, sliding the dress off and putting it back on the hanger.

When you arrived at the bridal store, the seamstress took new measurements and used her experience with other brides in similar situations to decide what to do.

“This won’t be ready for a few weeks, but I assure you that you’ll have it before your wedding,” she said, as you sighed in relief.

“Thank you so much!” you said, “You’ll call me when it’s ready?”

“As soon as I finish it, I’ll call you in so you can try it on,” she said, as you nodded.

You were still stressed, but you were hopeful that you’d still be able to wear the dress.

After a few weeks went by, you got the call to come look at your dress. As you tried it on, and the seamstress zipped it, it fit perfectly.

“Thank you so much!” you smiled, “I didn’t doubt you, but I know I’m a little bigger now, so I wasn’t sure if that would work.”

“You’re lucky I have experience with this,” she laughed, helping you back out of the dress.

“You can’t even tell I’m pregnant!”

The day before your wedding, Tara and Chad helped you and Ethan get everything set up in the venue. The boys were in the corner decorating the arch because they were tall enough to do so, as Tara helped you decorate the tables.

“This is so cute!” she said, looking at the burnt orange cheesecloth table runners were draped across the tables.  

 “It’ll look even better after the florist delivers the flowers tomorrow morning. The red and orange roses are really going to make everything pop.”

Ethan walked over to look at what you and Tara were working on. “I hate to rush you, but we have to start the rehearsal soon,” he said, “But these tables look amazing, babe.”

When he kissed the top of your head, you heard a squeal come from the main entrance.

“Hey, guys!” Quinn said, as she walked in. Ethan ran up to hug her before she came over to you. “Are you excited? Because you’re totally glowing.”

“Yeah, I am,” you smiled, glancing down at your oversized t-shirt. It’s taken everything in you to not put your hands on your belly whenever you were around anyone the didn’t already know you were pregnant.

“Thank you for asking me to be a part of your day tomorrow,” she smiled, “So we’re staying at Tara’s tonight?”

“Yeah, we’re having a slumber party,” Tara laughed, joining the conversation. “It’s bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the wedding.” You and Ethan both rolled your eyes at the superstition, “Hey, I want you two to last forever.”

“We will,” Ethan said, pulling you into a kiss.

“Gross,” you heard Mindy yell as she walked into the door. Anika was right behind her, the excitement evident on her face as she looked around the room.

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” she said, as they walked up to you.

“My people are here, where’s the rest of yours?” you asked Ethan, remembering him wanting to start the rehearsal.

“They’re on the way,” he sighed, as Chad started to yell for his help. “I’ll be right back.”

You laughed as they were struggling to get the lacy orange and red fabric to stay on the arch, along with the few fake flower decorations you got from the craft store.

“This isn’t funny,” Ethan said, trying to fight his own laughter as Chad started to get pissed.

The other two of Ethan’s groomsmen walked in and greeted you before walking over to Ethan and Chad to help.

“How many men does it take to hang some fabric and fake flowers?” Quinn questioned, watching the scene unfold in front of her.

“I don’t know, but hopefully the answer is four, because that’s all we’ve got,” you laughed, as the guys started to cheer.

“Ooh, they finally got it,” Mindy said, wrapping her arm around Anika as she giggled.

The officiant, DJ, and wedding coordinator were ready to go when Ethan walked up to you.

“You ready to fake marry me?” he asked, grabbing your hand.

“Yeah, let’s get this over with. I’m starting to get sleepy,” you sighed, as Ethan nodded. Your newest pregnancy symptom was extreme tiredness, but you’d take that over being nauseous.

“Okay, we’ll be doing this outside tomorrow, but because it’s raining, we have to do it inside tonight,” the wedding coordinator said, “I want to make this as painless as possible.”

Ethan followed the bridesmaids and groomsmen down the aisle, standing on his side as the music started for you to walk down the aisle. You took your time as you were instructed, finally making it to Ethan.

He started to laugh a little, as you rolled your eyes. “You’re laughing now, but if you don’t cry when you see me in my dress tomorrow, I’ll walk down this aisle a hundred times.”

“Sorry, this is a little awkward,” he said, grabbing your hand as the officiant started to speak.

He started to go through his spiel, skipping over the vows you and Ethan were going to recite for each other and the ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife’ part.

“Are we done yet?” you asked through a yawn, the tiredness being too much.

“Did you want to look at the slideshow tonight, or no?” the DJ asked as he pointed at the projection screen.

“No!” you and Ethan both said at the same time, knowing that the last slide was the one announcing your pregnancy.

“I think it’ll be fine to wait until tomorrow,” Ethan said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Okay, cool. We’re done, then,” he said, shutting his laptop.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby,” Ethan said, turning to you. He leaned down to kiss you when your friends walked up.

“We need to get her out of here,” Tara said, as you pulled away from the kiss. Ethan subtly rubbed his hand over your tummy, which he’d done every single night before bed since you found out you were pregnant.

“I love you,” he said, as Tara grabbed your hand to pull you away.

“I love you, too!”

When you made it back to Tara’s, you were struggling to keep your eyes open as everyone sat around and talked. You finally excused yourself to the guest bedroom, falling asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

The next morning, you woke up before everyone else. You showered and ordered coffee before you snuck into Tara’s room to grab your dress out of the closet. When the coffee arrived, you were debating on peacefully waking everyone up, but decided on yelling.

“I’m ready to get married, wake up!” Your voice echoed off the walls of the house as you heard Mindy groan in the living room. Tara soon turned the corner, grabbing her drink out of the holder.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she said, as you took a sip of yours. “Are you supposed to be drinking that?”

“It’s decaf,” you sighed, “It’s not as good but it’ll get me through the day.”

She nodded as everyone else walked into the kitchen.

“Someone’s excited,” Quinn smiled, “I can’t believe I’m getting a sister-in-law today!”

She pulled you into a hug, “I hope I got your coffee order right. I was trying to remember it from college.”

“No, this is perfect,” she said, taking a sip.

“We have to be at the venue in two hours,” you said, looking around at everyone’s tired expressions. “Can you guys get ready soon?”

“I expected the bridezilla antics to start before now,” Mindy said, sarcasm in her tone as you glanced over to her.

“I just don’t want to be late,” you sighed, as Quinn remembered something.

“I don’t know if you’re doing the normal wedding traditions, but,” she said, running to her bag in the living room, “I’d love it if you’d wear this.” She opened a jewelry box, showing you a beautiful diamond necklace. “This belonged to Ethan and I’s grandmother.”

“Oh my god, Quinn! This is gorgeous!” You were in awe, the sweet gesture showing you how excited she was for you to be a part of her family. “I’d love to wear it.”

“I hoped you’d say that. I know it would mean a lot to Ethan.”

After everyone finally got ready, you headed to the venue. Tara ran into the main building, looking around for Ethan.

“You! Stay right there for the next five minutes,” she said as she saw him, before running back to the car.

Ethan laughed to himself at her determination to keep you from being seen by him as he helped the florist finish decorating the tables.

“Okay, we gotta move,” Tara said, grabbing stuff out of the trunk of her car as you walked through the back entrance to the bridal suite.

You hung your dress up and waited for the rest of your friends to make it inside.

“Geez, T. What is all of this?” Mindy asked, sitting one of the heavy plastic bins down on the floor.

“It’s all the stuff to get our beautiful bride ready,” she groaned out, setting down another box.

“I think the key word is beautiful, which she already is…she doesn’t need all this shit,” Mindy said, opening the tote to look inside. “Wait, what’s up with these favors?”

“Don’t look at those!” Tara said, as Mindy eyed her suspiciously.

“What’s going on?” she asked, as Anika and Quinn made it in with the rest of the stuff.

“Those are another set of favors we’re giving out after,” Tara said, looking over to you.

“What do you mean?” she asked, as you tried to discreetly change into something that wouldn’t mess up your hair and makeup after it was finished. “Wait, what the fuck?”

Mindy walked over to you as Quinn and Anika were showing off the dress styles they chose in your colors.

“Are you pregnant?” she whispered, taking in the way your lower abdomen was sticking out.

“Mindy, please don’t say anything to anyone,” you said, motioning with your eyes to your other friends, “We’re announcing it today.”

“Wait, seriously?” she asked, as you started to laugh.

“Are you going to keep asking questions?” You whispered as you smiled, “Ethan and I wanted to get pregnant. It happened quicker than I thought it would, but this was always the plan.”

“Oh, well congratulations,” she said, trying to hide her excitement.

“Why are you congratulating her?” Anika asked, as she walked up to join in the conversation.

“She’s getting married, babe, duh.”

When Tara helped you get ready, you could tell she was trying hard not to cry. She was so happy for you, and knowing how much Ethan loved you made it hard for her to keep her emotions in. You felt awkward trying to talk to her as Chad’s friend came in to snap pictures of everyone getting ready.

“Thank you for doing this for me, Tara,” you said, as she finished up your hair.

“You think I’d let just anyone glam you up for your special day?” she asked, spraying a thick cloud of hairspray over your head.

“You know there’s a lot of chemicals in that, right?” you laughed as her eyes went wide.

“I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, I just wanted to distract you. You’ve been fighting tears since I sat down in the chair,” you said, as she started to let them slip out.

“I’m just so happy for you,” she said, as she started to put primer on your face.

“Well, just know that when Chad proposes someday, I’ll do the exact same stuff for you that you’ve done for me. I’m so thankful for our friendship.”

“I think that’s coming sooner rather than later…” she trailed off as you stared at her.

“Okay, spill. What’s going on?” you asked, as she shook her head.

“Today’s your day. We can talk about it after the honeymoon.”

“No, tell me! I don’t care what day it is,” you said, laughing.

“Well, I found a receipt for a jewelry store when I was doing Chad’s laundry the other day,” she said, as you cut her off.

“You’re doing wifey shit, but continue,” you said, as she started to blush.

“It was for a ring. So, unless he’s buying it for someone else, I’m pretty sure he wants to marry me.”

You started to squeal as she shushed you.

“Sorry, I’m just so happy for you!”

After your makeup was done, and you helped everyone else get ready, Tara was about to kick everyone out when Quinn ran up to you.

“I’m leaving, but I wanted to give you this,” she said, handing you the jewelry box with the necklace in it.

“Wait, I think you should help me put it on.”

She smiled as she took it out of the box and put it around your neck, clasping it in the back. The photographer started snapping pictures of the sweet moment. She was trying not to cry as she looked at you wearing it. “Thank you for being so good to my brother. I know he’s a little dorky, but you really brought him out of his shell. He’s never been this happy.”

You felt your own eyes start to water as you fanned your face with your hands, trying to keep the tears in. “Thank you, Quinn.”

You hugged her before she went out to join Mindy and Anika in the reception area of the venue.

“Let’s get your dress on,” Tara said, grabbing it off the hanger.

“Is it bad that I’m nervous it wont fit even though it did a week ago,” you sighed, unbuttoning your shirt and sliding your leggings down.

“It will, don’t stress,” she said, as you stepped inside the dress.

“See, still fits,” she smiled after she got it zipped.

“Are you ladies almost ready?” The wedding coordinator asked, as she walked in

“Yes,” you said, slipping your heels on. “Is he ready?”

She started to laugh at your question, “Honey, that man’s been ready for over an hour. His best man was in there…what do you kids call it…hyping him up?”

You started to laugh, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Well, if you’re ready, I’ll let them know that we can begin,” she said, looking you over in your dress. “You look gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous enough to make the groom cry?” you asked, as she nodded.

“He’s already cried a couple times,” she said, walking out of the room.

Tara looked at you and stuck her lip out at the fact that Ethan was so emotional.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” she said, helping you put your veil on.

“I’m hoping these pregnancy hormones don’t get the best of me today. I don’t want to mess all your hard work up,” you said, fanning your face again.

“That’s what setting spray is for,” she said, giving your face a second coat of it. “Just in case.”

The coordinator came back in the room to grab you as you heard the music start to play.

“I know this is a little different than last night, but you’re just going to walk down the path to the arch,” she said, as Tara walked past you to join the rest of the bridesmaids.

“I love you,” she said, “Don’t be nervous.”

After everyone cleared out, you waited for your cue.

“Alright, sweetheart. This is all you,” she said, gently nudging you towards the door.

As you walked out, you noticed all the people standing, and couldn’t help but think about falling in front of all of them. The second Ethan was in your line of vision, and he covered his face as he started to cry, it gave you all the confidence you needed to make it to him.

You noticed that Tara and Quinn were trying so hard to keep it together, and Chad too. He was just so happy for his best friend. You smiled at him as Ethan pulled his hands away from his face.

“So beautiful,” he said, wiping away the tears that just kept slipping out. Chad reached over to pat him on the back as you made it to the end of the path, standing across from him.

As the officiant started to speak, your breath hitched in your throat. You were trying so hard not to cry, but you knew you were going to lose that battle once you and Ethan read your vows.

“The bride and groom have written their own vows. We’ll start with you,” he said, turning to Ethan.

“I didn’t write anything down, because I wanted to speak from the heart,” he said, laughing a little, “I love everything about you, from the way you look when you first wake up, to the way you argue with me over the remote. You’re my best friend, my soulmate. You’re everything I could’ve ever wanted and more in a partner. You were patient with me when I was shy and didn’t know how to talk to you when we first met. Now, I’m a more confident person because of the man you’ve helped me become. I’m so happy I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you.”

Tears were slipping out, as hard as you tried to fight it, before the officiant turned to you.

“I also didn’t write my vows down,” you giggled, “but I guess that’s what makes us so special. I’m so thankful for you. When you finally asked me to be yours, I never had a doubt in my mind that we wouldn’t last forever. You say that I boosted your confidence, but you helped mine so much. I don’t worry about what people think of me, because I know the one that truly matters is always in my corner, no matter what. I know we can make it through anything the universe throws at us, as long as I have you by my side. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m so happy that I get to be your wife. I’m so happy that you chose me. I love you, too.”

Ethan nodded as he fought off the tears again. You almost missed everything your officiant was saying, because you were so focused on him.

“If there are no objections, by the power vested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he announced, before turning to Ethan, “You gonna kiss your bride or not?”

Everyone started to laugh as Ethan leaned in, his hands going to your hips as he kissed you.

Cheers erupted from your guests as he lifted you off the ground before gently sitting you back down. That’s when he noticed the necklace.

“Babe, is this…”

“Your grandmothers,” you said, finishing his thought. He started to tear up all over again.

He looked over to Quinn and mouthed ‘thank you’ before he took your hand and walked you back up the aisle.

You were quickly whisked away by the photographer, who wanted to get some beautiful shots of you and Ethan in the wooded area on the edge of the venue. The red and orange accents in his suit and boutonniere looked beautiful against the orange and yellow leaves.

“Can I have a minute with her?” Ethan asked the photographer. He nodded, stepping back a few yards but still snapping a few photos as the two of you talked. “You look so beautiful, and your vows were beautiful.”

“Yours were too, babe,” you said, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, rubbing his hand across the well-hidden bump.

“I feel great right now. Hopefully I won’t be too tired later,” you smiled, as he took your hand in his and walked towards the photographer.

“Well, Mrs. Landry, let’s go to the party,” he said, as you smiled.

“I like the sound of that…Mrs. Landry.”

“Well good, because you’re stuck with me forever.”

When you made it back inside the venue, you immediately went into your first dance. The slideshow started, and it was perfectly timed out to the music as your arms were around Ethan’s neck. It showed pictures of the two of you as kids, before moving on to the pictures the two of you had taken as a couple. As you saw the engagement photos, you knew what the next one would be as the music stopped. You and Ethan both turned towards the screen as the picture of your sonogram popped up, with the words ‘Baby Landry coming soon’.

The gasps were audible, before everyone started to clap for the two of you. That’s when the DJ invited everyone else out to the dance floor to join you and Ethan.

“Wait, you’re pregnant?! That’s why you’re glowing!” Quinn said, looking down at your stomach, “I’m going to be an aunt!”

She was squealing, so excited for you, but also, her new title. “This dress is hiding it well. I’m sixteen weeks along,” you said, rubbing your hands across your belly.

“No way! Well, I guess I’ll be moving back to New York,” she smiled, “I’m not missing all the important moments of this baby’s life.”

“What about the guy you’re seeing?” you asked, as she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll make him come with me.”

After the wedding was winding down, the tiredness fully started to kick in.

“You okay?” Chad asked, as Ethan mingled with the guests.

“Yeah, just exhausted,” you sighed, as he looked at the ground.

“When you two get back from Mexico, I kind of need your help with something,” he said, flashing a smile.

“Oh?” you asked, waiting for him to say more. He glanced over to Tara, who was laughing at something Mindy said.

“Yeah, I hope this is okay because Ethan suggested that I talk to you tonight before you leave…but I’m going to ask Tara to marry me.”

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - just RELAX BL, you're stressing me out

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top. However, I've put quite a few on hold for travel reasons.

Oct 2023 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 10 of 12 - Boyfriends are cute boyfriends. Reconciliation with daddy and then major brother drama. How exciting. Gah but that closing scene, these two are such great actors! 

Naughty Babe (Sat YT) ep 8 fin - A perfectly serviceable final episode. I did love the red Chinese-style wedding to go with the “hia.” Also, just a little Thai 'poke poke poke' at China. 

Final thoughts?

This is a nice addendum to Cutie Pie, but it’s relatively incomprehensible even if you’ve watched that previous installment. I can’t imagine it will make any sense at all if you haven’t. Frankly, the most impressive thing about this show was the makeup team. MaxNat give excellent chemistry, all the high heat is well done, and the friendships are adorable, even if the story is nonsensical. It’s fine, I’m relieved it was only 8 eps. I enjoyed it for the pair but I will probably never rewatch. A weak 8/10

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Lucky Love ep 9 of 24 -Heartbroken (drunk) gay boy meets (fights) sister’s new chef. I love the femme bestie. Adorbs. This one seems pretty good actually. I like all the shots of Bangkok’s actual traffic. POV is a bit of a sad sack tho. 

Absolute Zero (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 4 of 12 - There is something clever about this narrative in the way that they are each each other’s first and second loves, but also age gap kinda creepy (Thailand maybe leave this one for Japan?)

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 8 of 10 eps - So much whiny gay drama babies. However, it also manages to be painfully slow, through the simple act of having 90% of the show be boys sitting around staring at their phones. Then it suddenly got way higher heat than I expected. Honestly, this could’ve ended at 8 sps. I don’t see how extending the show is going to improve it in any way.

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 11 of 12 (not a BL but I'm watching it anyway) - I don’t have faith in any couple. One of my favorite things about this show is watching how many boys Mark can kiss. I know everyone is focusing on Neo, but seriously baby boy got game. Meanwhile Boston’s dick must be made of self-lubing steal pipe; I remain entirely uninterested is TopMew; Mew’s fam demonstrate why a gay boy should never take advice from straight women; and the slut-shaming agenda continues. NO SINGING. No character in this show is happy when Boeing turns up, but the rest of us trash-loving muckrakers are thrilled.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’ (Japan Gaga) ep 3 of 5 - Oh it is so cute and so sweet and so aching. I really did not want the confession to happen, even though I knew it had to. There is an element of torture to this one that only Japan can execute with such precise softness.

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Viki) eps 7 of 10 - I remain charmed. But while the me of 2018 would have thought this one of the best BLs ever, the me of now is finding it a bit dated and nostalgic.

Bon Appetit (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8fin - Romance between an office worker and the man from his past next door who cooks well. It was a very sweet and cute tale of food as love in the All the Liquors family of KBL. I’m not wild about it, I did enjoy it, I was happy to have it show up on my dash, but ultimately it will simply become one of the KBL crowd. 8/10 

Kiseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 10 of 13(?) - another one where they are separated for most of the show. Although the sides are giving win. 

Bump Up Business (Korea Gaga) 1-2 of 8 - from Idol Romance staring OnlyOneOf's Nine & Mill, this released as a movie in July in SK but is now being recut/reissued as a series. Love story between a trainee who is about to debut and a celebrity plagued by scandal. After that OmegaX Shoulder bullshizz business I am very wary of this show, but this pair is already better cast.

Out of the mouths of OnlyOneOf (!!!) babes...

As to the show? I don’t know. I mean I love the idea, am nervous about Korea (with that bubble) doing a meta critique of the BL industry, with K-pop idols, using an existing group. It just seems like there’s a lot of mines in this small field, and it could go horribly horribly wrong. I am enjoying it, but also anxious the whole time I’m watching it for culture/market reasons. That said, I did pretty much ask for this exact show. So I can't complain, now can I?  

Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 5 of ? - I honestly don’t entirely understand what is going on. But it all seems to be the Psychotic Pretty Kitty’s fault. Oo caught in the act of drug-induced cheating - DRAMA. Dung should cut his losses and leave - cute doctor husband or not. Lovely kiss from the sides. I gotta say, this cast is hella pretty. I’m not mad that this team is kind of turning into GMMTV Vietnam.

It's Airing But...

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 8 of 12 - I will try to watch 8-12 and do a series review when I get back in November but... not sure I will be able to. Fingers crossed.

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 8fin - completed, my final thoughts in Nov.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan Tues Netflix-Japan & ????) - in classic JBL fashion, I Cannot Reach You could not be reached. 

Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine? AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan cinema release in-country only) - This one is a movie from Japan so in customary fashion who tf knows when (or if) it will get international distribution. Salaryman Ayumu Koiwai just can't tear his eyes away from the strong, muscular man as he checks on the stocks of the vending machine in his office.

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) - Yukinori, a convenience store clerk was accidentally stabbed by a thug and nearly died. He returns home to find an angel waiting for him. The drama is an adaptation based on Harada’s manga of the same name (which I did not like). With only five episodes and a good chance this won’t end happily, I am going to wait and let you tell me how it goes. Binge it when it is complete if it's safe.

In Case You Missed It

GMMTV posted their initial 2024 line up, here's my round up of the BLs. It includes 2 JBL adaptations, 2 KBL adaptations (that they aren't admitting to) and vampires. If you want to know how I did on the predictions that's here and the answer is: very badly indeed.

I am watching the Y Journey: Stay Like a Local series. But they are essentially tourist board long-form advertisements. I enjoy the promo aspect with regards to the food. And seeing some of my favorite pairs do interesting other things is kinda fun. But the whole thing feels disingenuous when gay marriage is still not legal and it’s essentially the Thai government (making these ads) who is stopping that from happening. I have a similar feeling to iQIYI as a content provider. It’s not queerbaiting in the original sense of the term, but it’s pretty gross to use gay for advertising with a nationalistic propaganda agenda, when being gay is still not legal in your country. Yes I struggle to reconcile myself with this on the regular, and it’s an ongoing hypocritical struggle for my tiny withered tired old heart.

All that said, this week's installment, He’s Not Happy, did make me want to rewatch Make a Wish. There’s no kissing in this series but JudoFluke kiss beautifully, so If you haven’t seen Make a Wish, it’s very good and I recommend tracking it down.

Next Week Looks Like This

Upcoming October BL

10/26 My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thai iQIYI) 8 eps - nerd retreats from the world into an online game and makes friends with a little group, they meat in real life, one of them is hot, they fall in love, hottie turns out to be a gangster. Trailer

10/31 SHADOW (Thai Gaga) - this is a horror BL featuring ghosts and other paranormal elements in a high school setting. I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all). It features Singto (who did paranormal BL He's Coming to Me) opposite Fluke N (who's done a couple horror's before). Also Fiat. Dan suffers from sleep paralysis, and in his dreams he sees a shadow that suffocates him. It gets worse when he transfers schools.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

We stan consent and talking about sex during sex. Thank you Venus in the Sky.

I guess Ray's getting his 3some? Only Friends

Dangerous Romance hitting up some old school tropes.

Naughty Babe giving us our beloved domesticity and tiny gay families. @heretherebedork you happy?

(Last week)

[weissaddams]

Date With Death

Chapter 8

A sneak attack.

Wednesday’s fingers went to the spot Enid kissed. Surely, life was mocking her with all this affection a few hours before death kissed her as well.

Enid was giggling into her hand as she continued to change the lock screen.

“I finally managed to surprise you this month, Wends! Oh, I’m definitely sending a copy to myself so I can print it.”

It had become a monthly ritual for the two–Enid trying to surprise or sneak up on Wednesday. The successful attempts being few and far in between made the victories all the more sweet for Enid. Not many people could claim they had successfully sneaked up on Wednesday Addams, alive and unscathed.

“Your stealth has certainly improved, Enid.”

“I learned from the best!”

Enid proudly held up Wednesday’s phone, now displaying the new lock screen. 

Wednesday didn’t think it was possible to fall in love even more, but here she was, heart about to burst with affection as Enid flashed her a smile. A smile that would be wiped away when the news of her passing reaches the werewolf.

Wednesday closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. This was not the time to be pitying herself or Enid. They didn’t have many hours left together. She was going to make the most of it.

“Is something wrong, Wednesday? Do you not like the photo? I can change it back!”

“No, Enid. It is a... good photo. No need to change it back.”

The slightly panicked look on Enid’s face quickly changed to suspicion.

“Are you sure?”

“Quite sure.”

Enid tilted her head and stared at Wednesday for a few more seconds before sighing and handing her back her phone.

“Good. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You have not done that in many years.”

Many, many years. Enid always put her comfort first. Physical touch was a privilege given to the werewolf and the werewolf alone. It was a universal law at this point. 

Wednesday glanced at her new lock screen. It really was a good photo. Noting the time, it looked like they had a few more hours before the ceremony started. Everyone was prepared, so to speak. The sun was out, bright and warm. All good omens for the coming wedding. 

Enid was looking fondly at her bridesmaids when Wednesday’s question caught her attention.

“Enid, was there anything you wanted to do before the ceremony?”

Was there? No one had really asked her about anything other than the wedding for the longest time. Well, no one but Wednesday. 

Their weekly brunches were like a breath of fresh air for the blonde. Wednesday turning down a bridesmaid spot had turned into a silver lining. She still had someone to talk to who wasn’t always concerned with which flowers they’d buy or what cake flavor they’d get or what color Ajax’s tux should be.

The raven knew when to talk to her about anything but the wedding and when they did have to talk about the planning, looking for a venue, choosing flowers, tasting cakes, looking for the best orchestra (because of course they needed live music), Wednesday kept her steady through it all. 

Was there anything she wanted to do? Was there?

“In case you wanted to flee at any moment, I ensured my vehicle’s petrol tank was filled. There are also fake documents, untraceable credit cards and cash in the glove compartment if you wish to hide from your family for an indefinite amount of time.”

Enid started giggling. Giggling turned into laughing and laughing made her teary eyed with joy. Of course Wednesday would prepare for just about everything. Even her running away! She laughed a little more when Wednesday pretended to give her a confused look before she smiled amusedly.

“Did you really prepare all that stuff?”

“Of course, I have prepared for every scenario.”

“Will you be running away with me?” She teased, closing her eyes and leaning her head on the raven’s shoulder. Enid thinks helping a runaway bride is very on-brand for her best friend. 

“If you so wished.”

“Where would we go?”

“I have always wanted to travel to Chernobyl, but knowing you, we would most likely end up in Osaka to look at the cherry blossoms you claim to love.”

Osaka didn’t sound bad at all. Enid sighed wistfully. She hoped Wednesday would always be a part of her life.

“Hey, Wends?”

“Yes?”

“I really hope things won’t change between us after I get married. Like, I know I can be a lot but don't get tired of me, alright?”

Ah. If only she had more than hours to prove to Enid how she could never get tired of her.

“I can’t promise things won’t change, but I hope for that as well, Enid. I will be your friend for as long as I walk this earth.” It surprised even Wednesday how she was able to keep herself from spewing out the truth about how she felt and what would eventually happen in that moment.

It was for the best. 

Enid was content with that. Cryptic? Sure. That's how she knew Wednesday was being truthful.

Enid was content as long as she stayed in Wednesday’s life. She knew she could never be anything more. She was Wednesday’s first real friend, of course she’d be treated better. Don’t get her wrong, she loved Ajax, but she couldn’t help but wonder how all this would’ve gone if she’d confessed to Wednesday before Ajax came back into her life. 

Maybe in another life they were together. More than best friends. Lovers?

She’d have to settle for friendship in this life. Afraid to ever push Wednesday for anything more lest that push her away totally.

“Did you have something you wanted to do before I got married?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to use your family as target practice.”

“ Wednesday. ”

“I jest. I am quite content just spending time with you. I suspect we won't have many chances to talk after today. If you desire anything else, I will obtain it for you.”

Enid’s eyes widened slightly. That was all? To talk to her?

“Did you have something important you wanted to talk about?”

“Well, I should inform you that I gave Ajax the so-called ‘shovel’ talk.” 

“How did that go?” The blonde could feel a smile coming to her face. Honestly, she's surprised Wednesday didn't show up with an actual shovel in hand.

“You will be happy to know that he seems to think very highly of you.”

“I sure hope so. We are getting married, after all.”

“He even offered to fight me in exchange for my blessing.”

Enid is even more surprised at that. She didn't think Ajax would go that far. They would definitely need to talk about his self-preservation skills after all this. No one sane would challenge Wednesday Addams, after all.

"Wow," was all Enid could say.

"I was also mildly surprised. It is good to know you're not marrying a coward, Enid."

Giggles spill out of Enid again at Wednesday’s very Addams observation. She's pretty sure this is the first time Ajax has ever actually impressed her best friend. Better late than never?

“Did you threaten him?”

“Only in the end. I was operating under the assumption that he knew his life would be in peril were he to even think of hurting you.”

Enid chortled. It wouldn’t be Wednesday if she didn’t threaten Ajax, after all. Even if she was impressed.

“Enid?”

“Yeah?”

“It should go without saying that if anything were to happen, my family will take care of you. Please don’t ever forget that.”

Wednesday seemed to be very candy with physical touch today. Her hand was cool above Enid’s as the raven squeezed it to emphasize her point.

Enid was sure Wednesday would go on a rampage if she found out anyone had messed with her. She’d done so many times in the last few years. All totally legal rampages, of course, or so she’d been assured by Gomez.

“Thank you, Wednesday.”

Enid flipped over her hand to reciprocate Wednesday’s hold before squeezing tightly.

No matter what, Enid knew Wednesday would be there for her, and the girl has never given her a reason to think otherwise.

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Date With Death master post

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Hi! Can you tell I’m trying to delay the wedding?

I don’t think this chapter has that much angst but let’s call it the calm after the storm.

Also, I will reply to the comments soon! Sorry I haven’t gotten around to all of them yet.

Haven’t reread so apologies for any errors!

[meesherbeans]

The basic AU is that Cove and Yukino are going to get married so that Cove can get on her healthcare. They decide to throw a wedding celebration for the heck of it, because a party with their friends and family will be fun, but then... Baxter is the planner. He's shocked, given how vehemently both swore up and down that they were siblings, ew, of COURSE there were no romantic feelings. They are embarrassed beyond belief and Yukino panics at the sight of Baxter and kisses Cove's cheek and loudly insists they're getting married and in love and no questions on how they got together, please, it’s embarrassing.

~-~-~-~

The air was filled with awkward tension as Baxter professionally led Cove around the tiled floor. After a few weeks of meetings, they had already picked the venue and the cake, but the dance lessons couldn't be put off until the last minute because Cove knew he needed more than a day or two. He'd always had two left feet, but no one ever wanted to dance with him, so that hadn't mattered until now. He cleared his throat and mumbled another apology when he inevitably stomped on Baxter's foot again after getting distracted... thinking about how Yukino stared at Baxter when she thought no one was looking. He was.

Jeez, this was terrible. Cove knew that she still loved Baxter.

“It's quite alright, please don't worry. You are already improving leaps and bounds,” Baxter said in a steady voice, that professional smile plastered on his face yet again.

Cove hated that smile. He could literally feel Yukino practically deflate every time it was aimed in her direction, and it made him uncomfortable in general. “You don't have to be so nice to me about it. Especially considering...” He fell silent as he struggled to find the best word to describe the awkwardness lingering between all three adults.

Baxter politely stopped Cove and took a step back, adjusting the lay of his coat sleeve. “Would it be better if we discussed the situation?” he asked, seeming to be genuine; at least Cove couldn't feel any of that weird, masked behavior this time. “I don't want this to continue to hang over everyone's heads when we're in the middle of planning for such an important day.”

“I... don't really think there's much to discuss, Baxter. It's just... weird.” Cove had to literally bite the tip of his tongue to keep himself from blurting out the rest of that sentence: it's just weird having you plan our fake wedding when she's in love with you. The truth was starting to put him on edge, and he sighed.

Brown eyes narrowed, and Baxter shrugged his shoulder before he gestured to a water cooler against the wall. “Then shall I get you some water? It's important to be hydrated.”

Cove shrugged and nodded. “Uh, thanks.”

It took only a few moments for Baxter to retrieve a paper cup -- more of a cone, Cove mused -- and fill it with water, then ferry it over. After Cove sheepishly took it from him and allowed himself a sip, Baxter cleared his throat again.

“I apologize, but even if you have nothing to contribute, I do feel like I need to say something to you.”

There was that foreign voice and expression again. It must have been how Baxter acted when he was being sincere... because as awkward as it made Cove feel, it didn't seem fake or put-on like most of Baxter's mannerisms. Cove nodded and took another sip, glad that he wouldn't have to respond if he didn't want to. That was much better.

Baxter glanced to the side, his eyes briefly resting on the door that led to the parking lot. Yukino was probably on her way back or even already waiting outside. “I know that the way I left was immature, and I was wrong to do so. I am sorry for my behavior, and honestly, I have no excuse. It was terrible. But I honestly don't want this to affect your big day because you and Yukino finally found your way to one another, and that is a beautiful thing.”

As he watched Baxter speak, Cove instantly noted that he effortlessly slid that mask back on mid-sentence. He bit his lower lip. That wasn't good.

“If there's anything at all that I can do to help make this better, including apologizing to you both in order to clear the air, I will absolutely do so. And... I wish nothing but the best for you both. She, in particular, deserves a stable and supportive partner like you.”

Well, Cove could tell that Baxter meant that last part. Why did that make him feel even worse? They were lying to him!! Yes, Baxter was a complete jerk back then, but he clearly had changed... at least a little bit, and now he was bending over backward to try to make sure that they felt comfortable being a ���real couple” around him. But they weren't one!

Baxter's eyes widened, and he looked down, truly alarmed. Cove had no idea why until he realized that he'd crushed the paper cup as he tried to figure out the right thing to do or say. Ah, shit. His lips wouldn't cooperate for a moment, and he managed to stutter out a weak, “I, uh, it's fine. That... wasn't your fault.”

“Well, considering the subject matter, I will admit some skepticism as to that assertion,” Baxter softly responded.

Cove coughed to hide a laugh. What an understatement. “Listen, I... don't bring this up with Yukino, please.”

Likely because a majority of the awkwardness of the wedding process thus far was between Baxter and Yukino, Baxter looked hesitant to agree to the request.

“It won't go the way you think it will,” Cove insisted. Seriously, Baxter, now was not the time to get all stubborn. Cove knew that if he brought this subject up with Yukino, she'd start crying, and once she really got the tears going, it would be hard for her not to just say whatever she was really feeling. It was exactly what had happened last night: Yukino melted down and admitted to Cove that she was regretting everything but that it was too late now.

But... it wasn't, not truly. His one true fear about their little “platonic wedding” plan had unfortunately materialized before they could even finish planning the ceremony. Cove wasn't opposed to Yukino's proposal, both literal and figurative, because they really did feel like family already, so what was the harm in it? He didn't need a romantic partner to feel fulfilled; he was happy with his family, friends, and fish. But Yukino had always been a dreamer, a hopeless romantic, and he was worried that she'd find someone later. And what would they do then? No one worthy of her would be willing to break up a marriage or date a married woman, so she'd be stuck.

As Cove stared at Baxter, his mind racing in a million directions at once, something in him snapped. It wasn't violent or extreme, but the dam of anxiety had finally cracked, even if just a little. He tightened his fist again, the sound of paper crunching reaching his ears this time. “You don’t understand. Maybe you don’t want to, I don’t know, but in case you really don’t get it somehow, this wedding isn’t a good idea in the first place.”

 Those were likely not the words that Baxter expected out of any of his clients’ mouths, but especially Cove’s. The flash of shock and panic was clear on his face before he shook his head and lifted both hands in a pleading stance. “Well, let’s not be hasty here, Cove,” Baxter murmured.

“I’m not being hasty. But you’re both being stupid! I told her this was going to happen, but she didn’t believe me.” Cove lifted a hand to tug at a lock of hair, searching for some kind of anchor as the tides of anxiety and frustration swelled further in his head.

Confusion flickered across Baxter’s expression for a split second. “You told her… this was going to happen?”

Cove shook his head. “Not this exactly! But… this. She was going to find someone she actually wanted to be with, but we’d still be stuck in this. It was a bad idea. I’m sorry, Baxter.”

“I… don’t entirely understand. Is this… are you two not…?” Baxter frowned and gave Cove an inquisitive look, truly baffled.

He threw his hands up in the air. “No!! Isn’t it obvious? The worst part is… I know what she really wants, and so do you.” Cove stopped to stare at Baxter, ocean-blue eyes refusing to let honey-brown wander.

The intensity of Cove’s stare and the unbelievable truth that was just sent his way sent Baxter spiraling. He took a step back and rested a hand on his chest. “What?” he breathed.

“I’m going to walk home. You can… tell Yukino yourself,” Cove mumbled as he jammed his hands into his pockets to avoid having anyone see just how badly he was shaking. He broke a promise to Yukino, and he hated confrontations of any variety. This was the worst day ever. He spun a heel and marched straight out the door, then made good on his promise to walk home. It was only two miles. He’d be fine. Hopefully, it would calm down the loud noises in his head.

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Baxter stared after Cove as the tall man walked out of the door with purpose, truly unable to believe what had just happened. He watched the door for… minutes, at least. Perhaps Cove would come back and clear things up… because there was no way on this good earth that Yukino would be interested in him still. Hell, she had apparently agreed – or even suggested? – marrying her best friend, the man she swore was more of a sibling than a friend.

Cove never reappeared.

Hand still on his chest, struggling as to what he should do, Baxter took deep breaths. Should he call Cove’s cell? It wasn’t impossible that he could still talk some sense into him, but it was unlikely.  There was really no one else he would be able to talk to about this, considering the people involved. Anyone else he knew these days wasn’t someone who’d be able or willing to help. He looked down and grabbed for his phone in his pocket.

The door swung open with a small metal clink, and Baxter instinctively glanced up at the person who entered the room.

“What did Cove tell you?” Yukino immediately asked in a high-pitched voice with wide, panicked eyes as she breathed in gulps of air. It was likely she’d run around the building at breakneck speed.

Baxter had no idea what to say to that. It was now obvious to him that their relationship was fake – for what purpose, he had no idea – and he couldn’t figure out why it hadn’t occurred to him sooner. Yukino was not the type of person to quietly hold a hand or offer a kiss on the cheek if she was truly smitten with them; she was as clingy and physically demonstrative as he was. He would know.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and answered the best way he knew how.

“…Everything.”

Silence enveloped the room.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Day 1- Current WIPs

This poll is for which fic you want to see updated on July 13th as part of my 7 day birthday gifts to the fans! If you are unfamiliar with my works or need a reminder, check out the links and summaries below the "read more" before you vote. Other poll information for this week can be found here.

And any fics that don't win but still collect a substantial amount of votes are eligible for a Redemption Vote on June 24th! Otherwise, thank you for your participation! 😍😁

Ambassador to Madness- Arranged Marriage AU (that plays a bit more like a Fake Marriage AU); All Bilbo wanted was to be an ambassador to one of the richest kingdoms in Middle Earth. Upon meeting its prince, his opinion is greatly lessened. However, Bilbo still finds himself agreeing to play the part of his consort to help free Erebor from the gold mad Thror. Turns out, Thror may not be as blind as his grandson thinks, and intends to use Bilbo to get rid of Thorin once and for all.

Ghost of a Chance- Wedding/Ghost of the Past AU; Bilbo's young co-worker, Tauriel, needs somebody to walk her down the aisle at her wedding and turns to her "work-dad". Bilbo had been all for helping her out until he gets to the venue and is faced with Thorin Oakenshield. A man he had left in the past after he escaped out a window during their one night together. However, the older and charming version of the man he met in uni is slowly winning him over. Which will come in handy because Bilbo is fairly certain he is being stalked by a ghost at this hotel…

Guarding Alliances- Guardian of Kings sequel; Bilbo Baggins, Ushmar Uzbâdu and newly engaged to the King of Erebor, must now face a challenge of a different kind: a manipulative Elf King. However, with his own brand of finding trouble and getting out of it again, Bilbo may just be able to get to the heart of the matter and improve relations between their kingdoms forever.

Once Upon a Dream- Sleeping Beauty AU; Prince Thorin's birth was supposed a happy affair in the Kingdom of Erebor until Smaug appears demanding the Arkenstone. Gandalf helps ease the curse, but Thorin is destined to lose his soul by his majority unless he receives true love's kiss. Meanwhile, Prince Bilbo has grown up in the Shire dreaming of a mysterious figure with blue eyes. Cue Thorin's approach with the promise of adventure. Bilbo accepts, unaware of the danger that awaits him. So long as he's with Thorin, anything to see those blue eyes…

The Twelve Transformations of Bilbo Baggins- Magical Transformation AU; Finding what he deemed as a puzzle box in the trolls' hoard, Bilbo is subjected to twelve magical transformations all of different duration and abilities. Getting the dwarves to Erebor might not be as easy as he thought.

[bunbeeplays]

That night, Ophelia is getting ready for bed when she hears a knock on the door.

Ophelia: Libby, hi. Do you want to come in?

In the months that they've known her, Ophelia has never invited any of them into her home. She was expecting to talk on the porch, but accepts the offer

Libby: I like what you've done with the place!

Ophelia: I know it's not much. My grandma sold it to me pretty cheap.

Libby: Those frat guys she rented to before you invited us over once, they were such slobs. You've definitely improved the place.

Ophelia: Thanks.

They settle on the couch and Libby cuts to the chase.

Libby: Tell me if I'm overstepping, but you never mention your family, except your grandma, but it's just you on your family tree. Did something happen to your parents? Do you not have anyone to spend the holidays with?

Ophelia: If anyone else asked, I'd change the subject, but I know I can trust you. I'm not quite ready to talk about my parents or the issue with my family tree. I hope that's okay. You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine.

Libby: No one should be alone for Winterfest!

Libby: I know we just started seeing each other, I'm not making this a 'meet the parents' thing. As far as they know, we're still just friends-

Ophelia: Lib, sweetie, I really am fine. My gran travels a lot, she's gone right now. I'll celebrate with her when she's back in Sulani.

Libby: I can always tell my parents I can visit them later.

Ophelia: Hey, no, come here. You are so sweet, but I'm not a fragile little doll that needs to be constantly entertained, okay? We had a great day today. That was my Winterfest. I want you to spend time with your family.

Libby: Okay. Knowing my mom, she'll send me home with some treats. We can share those when I get back in town.

Ophelia: It's a date. Hopefully the Watcher will download the Hot Chocolate Maker mod.

Before Libby leaves for the night, the two sneak in a kiss. Or two. Or three.

It's Winterfest!

Taking Libby's words to heart, Ophelia decides she's not going to spend Winterfest, or any other time, alone and decides to do something she was never allowed to do as a kid - adopt a kitty cat!

The adoption agent is not pleased that he's working on Winterfest

Ophelia: Wook at the widdle baby! So cuuuute!

I can't tell if this kitten is pleased or annoyed with the attention. Either way, she's about to be treated like a queen.

Ophelia is smitten. She adopts the little gal on the spot!

Welcome to the Lemon Legacy, Marshmallow!

Her new owner may be overly affectionate, but she got Marshmallow this nice, comfy bed. This lazy little girly could get used to living here.

Father Winter has visited Ophelia and Marshmallow!

She wasn't expecting anything from anyone today, so Ophelia is thrilled to say the least.

Oh. Apparently Father Winter caught wind of Ophelia's nasty "borrowing" habit and put her on the naughty list this year.

Father Winter: I better see this behavior change by next year, young lady!

Maybe this is a wake up call. Or maybe Father Winter should lock up his valuables.

Ophelia is surprised to see Hector Laurent on her doorstep.

Ophelia: Hector? Merry Winterfest! What brings you here?

Hector: I was doing business in town and thought I'd stop by to chat.

Ophelia: Business on Winterfest?

Hector: Business doesn't take holidays off, my dear.

Hector: Excited for the Pizzazz-Ojo wedding?

Ophelia: Of course! I'm thrilled to get to work with your team.

Hector: That's the attitude I like to see! I just wanted to tell you we're getting the venue ready on Sunday. Are you available to meet the band and check things out?

Ophelia: Of course! I can't wait to get started.

Hector: Perfect. I knew I saw something special in you, kid. I'm glad other people are starting to see it too. It's late now, go get some rest. I've got to head back home to the kids and missus. Merry Winterfest, dear.

Rest well, Ophelia and Marshmallow. May you have more exciting Winterfests in years to come.

[sjsmith56]

The Future - Part 24, From There to Here - Bucky Barnes One Shots

Summary: Told from the POV of Bucky’s girlfriend, she reminisces about meeting the super soldier and falling in love with him. On a motorcycle drive they tour a house where Bucky asks her some important questions. A few months later, as they are leaving their wedding venue, she has an encounter with an old man who apparently knew her grandmother and also Bucky when he was young. Bucky arrives just in time to speak with the man before he mysteriously disappears.

Length: 5.3K

Characters: June (Bucky’s girlfriend), Sam Wilson, Ingrid (Sam’s girlfriend), Joaquin Torres, Steven Grant.

Warnings: If you haven’t read the other one shots in this collection you may be confused by some of the references. Even though the one shots all stand alone there was a common thread linking them in one way or another. Otherwise, this one shot is very sweet and fluffy.

Author’s notes: A strange thing happened while I was writing the 25th one shot, the part that should have ended this collection. It was supposed to be something that could stand alone but still tie this connected assortment of one shots together.  The more I wrote the more I realized that it wouldn't work with this collection but could work as the basis of a new novel, one that is still a work in progress. Titled "Stopping Winter" it takes place during and after World War II when future Steve Rogers returns to find Peggy and marry her ... at least that was the original plan.  Once he returns he realizes he may have to change his initial plans to improve his chances of saving Bucky.  I can tell you that at the end of that work you'll be able to read the mysterious letter that was given to June.   Her grandmother, Gladdie, who was referred to in the very first one shot of this collection will have a significant part in the book in its post war setting.  Hopefully, that will be enough to tempt readers to explore "Stopping Winter." You can access it on Wattpad, AO3 or FanFiction.net. My username on all three platforms is SJSmith56.

<<Part 23

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Waking up next to Bucky Barnes is an experience.  First of all, the man is a cuddler, and if you are someone who likes that, like me, then it is the best thing in the world to wake up in the arms of an incredibly handsome super soldier.  He's also affectionate, always kissing me good morning, totally ignoring how I look or if I have morning breath because according to him, I am "the most beautiful woman he knows."  I'll take that and I believe it now because I believe in him, the man I fell in love with almost eight months ago. 

He started out as the new neighbour, who irritated me to no end when he used my paid parking space to park a truck filled with his belongings while he and his friend Sam moved Bucky into the apartment suite next door to mine.  But he quickly won me over with his good manners, compassion, and absolute drop-dead sexiness.  About 6 weeks after our meeting, we became lovers, and I began thinking of us as a couple.  Even though he still rented his apartment he practically lived here with me, and it was wonderful. 

I woke up first, on this weekend that I had off from my job as a librarian for the New Orleans Public Library.  For several minutes I laid in Bucky's arms enjoying the feeling of his strong arms enclosing me.  Carefully, I turned around so I could look at my guy, my boyfriend, the man I loved.  His strong features were calm, the little crease he often got between his eyes when he was concentrating was almost invisible; his thick dark lashes that covered his eyes, lashes that any woman would love to have, except his were courtesy of the super soldier serum, were peacefully staying closed.  Everything on Bucky's body was constantly repairing and replenishing itself, although grey hairs were now reappearing in his beard, a welcome sign of aging for him.

"You're watching me," he murmured.  "I can feel it."

"You do the same when you wake up first," I answered, then kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Now you've done it," he smiled as he pulled me closer.

The man was instantly ready for some morning love, another thing that I loved about him.  Before Bucky most of my encounters were laced with a sense that my partner was doing me a favour by being intimate with me.  But James Buchanan Barnes always made me feel like I was the centre of his universe, the one he worshipped before all others.  I never wanted that to end.

As he made breakfast for both of us later, he received a text on his phone, smiled and answered it. 

"Sam is moving in with Ingrid," he said.  "He wants help tomorrow with taking some things over to her place."

"She was hoping it would happen," I replied.  "You know she fell for him when he laid that shrimp boil out on this very table."

"When did you fall for me?" he asked.

"When you took me out for dinner for our first date," she said.  "You were such a gentleman and then that kiss just sealed the deal for me.  When are you going to move in with me?"

"I thought I was already," he answered.  Then he put his hands up when I began to counter that.  "I know I still have the apartment, but I didn't want to break the lease, just in case you tired of me and sent me packing."

"Never," I said, putting my hand on his.  "You're perfect, even with all of your imperfections."

He leaned back in a mock swoon.  "I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult."  Then he leaned towards me and put his face close to mine.  "I think you're pretty perfect, too.  Actually, I wanted to take you somewhere today.  What do you say to a ride on the motorcycle?"

"Okay," I said, slightly puzzled.  "Where are we going?"

"Just want to look at something," he said.  "It's near Audubon Park.  We can go to the zoo after, if you want."

How could I say no?  Audubon Park was one of my happy places.  After cleaning up the breakfast dishes Bucky helped me put my leather jacket on, the one he bought me so we could ride his motorcycle together.  Then we stopped at his apartment to pick up the motorcycle helmets.  He was always making sure I was dressed properly for a ride on his Harley.  Soon we were on our way, enjoying the clear skies and open roads.  About half a block from the larger part of Audubon Park, Bucky pulled up in front of an off-white stucco covered two story home.  Waiting for me to dismount first Bucky pulled his helmet off and looked up at it, then at me.

"What do you think?" he asked.  "I've been thinking of buying a house and this one just appealed to me."

"You're thinking of buying this?" I confirmed, then looked at the other houses.  "Bucky, this is one of the nicer areas in New Orleans.  That looks like a big house.  Are you sure you need that much?"

"Well, I don't know," he replied.  "I could always have roommates."  I gave him a look which made him laugh.  "I get along with people."

Behind us a car pulled up and a woman got out of the car approaching us. 

"Good morning, Mr. Barnes," she said, then looked up at the house.  "I'm Janet Dufour.  You're right on time."

"Hi Janet, this is my girlfriend June Roberts," he said.  "I like the look of the outside but it's the inside that counts.  Can we get the tour?"

"Certainly," she said, stepping to the fence and opening it for us. 

After keying in a code on the lockbox Janet unlocked the door for us and allowed us to step in first. As she began describing the house, I looked at Bucky, noticing the soft smile he had on his face.  The place was absolutely stunning, with beautiful hardwood floors throughout, two staircases up to the second floor, and an open plan feel that still respected the character of the home originally built in 1943.  The kitchen was modern, with a gas range, and stainless-steel appliances, having been remodelled just a couple of years previously.  There was a living area, dining area, a large family room, a guest bedroom and a full bathroom on the main floor.  Opening the door to the back yard Janet showed us there was a covered porch, grassy area, patio and a two-car garage off a back alley, apparently a rarity for this area.  Upstairs were four bedrooms of varying sizes and two full bathrooms, one of them an ensuite for the master bedroom.  There was also an upstairs laundry room. 

"There is air conditioning throughout for our hot summers," added Janet, as we came back downstairs, "plus central heating for the cooler times.  We are in flood zone X, which didn't get flooded during Hurricane Katrina and although there is an increasing risk of flooding over the next 30 years more anti-flooding measures are being taken all the time.  There is a generator to keep up the power during blackouts, which, as you know, can happen during storm season, and the garage has solar panels on it.  The foundation has also been raised.  It's a beautifully maintained home and being so close to Audubon Park is in a very desirable area."

"Thank you," said Bucky, smiling his charming smile at her.  "Do you mind giving us some privacy so June and I can talk?"

"Not at all," she replied.  "I'll be out on the back porch."

"What do you think?" he asked, after Janet left us.  "I like it."

"We didn't ask the price," I said, starting for the door to ask Janet.

"I already know it," he replied, calmly.  "$1,350,000."

My jaw dropped as did my heart.  As we were walking through the house, I could see us in there, see us with a family, maybe a dog.  I pictured us going for walks in Audubon Park, or down to the levee that was on the nearby Mississippi River.  He just looked at me with a kind look on his face, as I guess a whole range of emotions were playing over mine.

"June," his voice was soft.  "Do you like the house?"

"I love it, but we can't afford it," I said, trying not to sound disappointed.  "I mean, you can't afford it, can you?"

"If I could afford it, would you marry me?" he asked. 

"Bucky, I would marry you whether you could afford it or not," I replied, then saw he was holding something out to me in his fingers.

"So, you don't care if we live in a one-bedroom apartment, or a grand five-bedroom house like this one," he confirmed.  "You'll marry me either way?"

It was an engagement ring, and I began to cry.  "Is that what this is all about, a proposal?" I stammered.  He nodded, then gently took my hand and poised with the ring at my fingertip, waiting for my answer.  "Yes!" I exclaimed, nodding my head.  "I want to marry you."

"Good," he said, sliding it on.  "The house is ours if you want it.  I have the money.  I just didn't really want to use any of my settlement to buy one until I found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."

At that point I threw my arms around his neck, and we kissed, with me crying while he chuckled.  I could feel his hand lift from my back and heard the door to the back yard opening, followed by Janet entering.  I turned towards her, wiping my eyes.

"I take it she said yes to the proposal and the house?" she asked, grinning.

"Yes," answered Bucky.  "Give them the offer I discussed with you, in cash, closing date as soon as possible after the inspection is done."

"Will do," she said.  "I'll just get the offer sheet from my car.  Congratulations.  It is a beautiful home, just waiting for the right couple to begin their life together."

We were alone again, and Bucky was kissing away the tears that were still on my face.  "I love you," he said softly.  "You're exactly what I wanted in a woman; smart, beautiful, affectionate, and so many other qualities that I can't even begin to list.  You do want kids, right?"

I nodded, still a little overcome with the emotion.  "The long bedroom upstairs would be perfect for a nursery.  I pictured nursing a baby in there.  When do you want to get married?"

"Soon," he said.  "We'll go over to the zoo but stop at the Tree of Life.  It's one of my favourite spots in the city and apparently you can get married there.  Then we'll have a big party at a unique place."  He looked down for a moment, seemingly embarrassed.  "You can say no if you don't agree but I kind of want it at the World War II Museum.  We could have a swing orchestra playing 1940s tunes.  Those guests who were military could wear their dress uniforms."

As I watched his face light up, I realized how much it would mean to him to honour his pre-Winter Soldier past.  The thought of him wearing his uniform intrigued me.

"Would you wear your uniform?" I asked.

He smiled that charming smile of his again.  "I think the Smithsonian has it," he replied.  "I would have to ask them if I could borrow it.  It would probably have to be let out because I grew after the serum."

"Or maybe you can find someone who could make you a new one," I suggested.  "Those old wool ones would be torturous to wear in the heat and humidity here.  I would like to see you in uniform, after all that I read about what a ladies' man you were, back in the day."

Janet came back inside interrupting our repartee.  She entered all of our information on the purchase offer, and we signed it, then shook her hand and went back out to the motorcycle.  Once again, Bucky made sure I was buckled up properly and my helmet tightened just right.  Getting on behind I held him around his waist.  Just a few minutes later we parked in the zoo parking lot and walked over to the Tree of Life.  Sam and Ingrid were there, waiting under the massive old oak tree.

"Well?" asked Sam, apparently knowing what was supposed to happen.

I held up my hand, showing off the ring and was immediately hugged by him and Ingrid. 

"She loved the house," said Bucky, a smug grin on his face. 

Ingrid hugged him next while Sam gave him the more manly pound hug.  After confirming that the couple were willing to be our best man and maid of honour we explored the Tree of Life as the site for the wedding ceremony.  It really was beautiful, full of natural beauty and majesty.  Bucky explained that it would have to be a quick civil ceremony as the city would only give us an hour's time frame for the wedding.  We also had to accept that we didn't have exclusive use as it was a public park, and anyone could wander by while the ceremony was going on.  He looked at me in anticipation as I stood underneath one of the massive branches, looking up at the sun peeking through the leaves.

"I want to get married here," I said decisively.  "It's beautiful."

All those gooey commercials and sappy movies showing the man lifting his fiancée off the ground and twirling her around in the air before lowering her for a romantic kiss were forgiven at that moment as Bucky easily lifted me up.  With laughter he twirled us around in a complete circle before lowering me and kissing me tenderly.  Sam and Ingrid just watched, with happy faces for both of us.  It really was an unbearably sweet moment, and I loved every part of it, as I gazed at those blue eyes on that incredibly handsome face of this man who made me feel more loved than anyone.

Together the four of us strolled through the zoo, trying to come up with a plan to get a wedding organized quickly.  Bucky brought up the war museum idea for the reception and Sam actually thought it was a good idea. 

"There are several of us Avengers with military backgrounds, and proud of it," he said.  "Maybe we could even make it a bit of a 1940s dress up event, like the Christmas party.  Listen, why don't we talk more about it when you two help me move in with Ingrid tomorrow?"

It was agreed to discuss it more the following day and we spent the rest of the afternoon at the zoo and Audubon Park, even having a tasty hot dog lunch in one of the zoo food areas.  The next morning Bucky dropped me off at Ingrid's, taking my car to Sam's.  Together we went through her clothes, discarding some older garments to make room in the closet for Sam's clothes.  He was also bringing some furniture and we shifted her furniture arrangement to make room for it as she knew the dimensions.  When the guys came back, Joaquin Torres was with them, currently the Falcon.  We had met a few times and I liked his energy.  He was such an upbeat guy.  As soon as he brought in some of the boxes of clothes he came right up to me, giving me a hug.

"Congratulations," he said.  "I heard about the engagement.  Let's see what kind of rock Bucky gave you."

His eyes lit up when he saw the ring and he hugged me again, seemingly just as excited as I had been the day before.

"Hands off my fiancée, fly boy," growled Bucky as he entered carrying a chair. 

"Aw, Sarge, I'm just happy for both of you and you wouldn't let me hug you," pouted the younger man, after giving me a conspiratorial wink.  "So, June got both hugs."

After putting the chair down Bucky stood up tall and straight looking down at the shorter Joaquin.  With an audible sigh he offered his hand to the younger man and gave him a quick pound hug.

"That's all that Sam gets," he stated.  "Don't expect it to be a usual thing."

With a cheeky grin Joaquin headed down to get the next load of possessions.  I offered my arms to Bucky, and he stoically accepted them, really milking the strong and silent stereotype for all it was worth.  We all knew the truth about him, and he knew we did.  After a couple of hours of unloading and unpacking Sam was finally officially moved in and he thanked all of us.

"What do you say to another shrimp boil and some beer?" he asked.  "Delancey's has a good one and their beer is always cold."

Bucky drove my car again, with me in the front and Joaquin in the back.  He asked if we could stop somewhere, as he promised his girlfriend something from one of the unique shops in New Orleans.  Bucky made it known it was a big imposition, but he stopped at the place.  While Joaquin was in the shop Bucky took the time to kiss me, then played with my hair while he gazed at me.  When it seemed like Joaquin was taking an awfully long time Bucky opened his car door, just as the younger man stepped out of the shop, holding up the bag like it was a trophy.

"Sorry, it took so long," he said.  "When I called they said they had one in stock but it wasn't on the shelf when I got here so they had to go looking for it.  I didn't realize it was taking so long otherwise I would have come out and told you."

"Right kid," sighed Bucky. 

We pulled up at a packed Delancey's, wondering if we could get in but Sam texted that they were already inside.  As we stepped into the lively place there was a big cheer and I realized it was an engagement party for us, as I saw several of my friends and work colleagues there with beers already in their hands.  There were other Avengers there as well, coming forward with hugs for me and handshakes for Bucky although the women gave him hugs as well.  He looked at me once we got through the gauntlet and shrugged.

"I had nothing to do with this," he said.

"That's right, you didn't," declared Sam, with a grinning Ingrid by his side.  "We knew it was coming, and Ingrid assured me there was no way June was saying no so we organized a party for you, complete with shrimp boil and beer."

When the food was laid out on a long table that stretched from the front to the back of the bar, loaded with more shrimp, sausage, potatoes and corn than I had ever seen in my life, everyone grabbed a spot and began eating.  Just like the party at my place there was no sound except the loud background music from the jukebox and the contented sounds of people eating, moaning and groaning at the sheer ecstasy of buttery juices falling down their chins from the perfectly cooked food onto the newsprint covered table below them.  It was an event that was talked about for ages, and repeated a year later when ... well, that's another story.

After eating every last morsel of food, the bar staff came to clean up, bringing wet wipes and paper towels galore to all of us, carrying garbage bags with them to take away the discarded shrimp shells and bare cobs.  The tables were relocated to open up a dance floor and the music was cranked up.  It was loud Cajun music then it suddenly stopped, and Sam stepped forward.

"We picked a song for Bucky and June to dance to," he said to everyone.  "It probably came out after he shipped out for Europe in 1943 but it's something those of us who know you have seen happen right in front of us.  Bucky, being the good dancer he claims he was, should be able to do a few turns of this with his girl."

As the strains of People Will Say We're in Love began, Bucky smiled.  "I can dance to this."

Just like in those romantic movies he began to lead me across the floor, showing everyone what a light-footed dancer he was.  We were in our own world, just us two, on the dance floor as that beautiful song enveloped us in its magic.

The magic was repeated two months later when we danced our first dance to the same song at the wedding reception at the National World War II Museum.  Bucky wore his replica uniform that the Smithsonian had actually custom made for him.  He even cut his hair and had a close shave that took years off, making him look much younger.  I found a flirty forties style wedding dress with lace shoulders that I loved as soon as I put it on.  As he twirled me around the dance floor the skirt swished around my legs, making me feel like a modern-day Ginger Rogers.

It had been a beautiful day for a wedding as the perfect weather had just enough breeze to keep the humidity and heat at bay.  The ceremony at the Tree of Life was meaningful and we both cried a little during the vows.  Afterwards, Bucky hugged everyone and I mean everyone.  He was so happy, making me feel like our marriage was the culmination of all his dreams.  Certainly, marrying him was the culmination of all of mine.  We took pictures at Audubon Park then relaxed at our new home with the wedding party and some few close friends before the reception.  It was wonderful.

The limousine dropped us off at the museum and it was everything Bucky pictured in his mind when he thought of having the reception there.  The aircraft and vehicles that were on display above us and around the space lent a retro feel to it.  There were several young women dressed in period appropriate costume for pictures with the guests.  The decorations were done to match the banners and decorations of 1943.  A thought occurred to me and I leaned close to Bucky when we sat at the head table.

"I really like this," I said.  "It doesn't bring back bad memories?"

A wistful smile crossed his face.  "No, it really doesn't," he admitted.  "It reminds me of before I shipped out, when wearing the uniform meant you were part of something big.  I wasn't looking for it but I know of many marriages that started at a dance at a base, or at a war bonds rally.  It was a more innocent time, I guess.  Until we got on the battlefields and found a different reality."

I squeezed his hand, receiving a kiss on the cheek for my concern, setting off a round of spoons tapped against the water glasses asking for more kissing from us.  We both happily obliged, still caught up in the adrenaline of our new status.  During the speeches Ingrid told some stories about me; Sam told some stories about Bucky; people laughed.  With a full live swing orchestra our first dance as husband and wife made me feel like the star of an old musical as my handsome soldier twirled me around the dance floor.  Between the time of first hearing People Will Say We're in Love at the bar then dancing to it at our wedding Bucky found out it was from the musical Oklahoma.  We watched the Gordon MacRae, Shirley Jones movie at home and for a week afterwards I had to deal with Bucky getting up singing Oh What a Beautiful Mornin' in his loudest voice to get me out of bed.  It would have been irritating if it wasn't so cute.  Our marriage was going to be so much fun.

As the evening went on we did the usual cake cutting, throwing of my garter and the bouquet.  It's a secret who caught them because they just moved in together and were very emphatic that they were taking things slow.  Funny how they disappeared for about half an hour after.  After that things changed as the older people (not including Bucky) began taking their leave.  The younger people began asking for newer music so Bucky and I decided to leave for our wedding night so the others could have their music.  As we waited outside for the limousine Bucky was called in to sign for some additional alcohol, as our guests were a thirsty bunch.  While I stood on the curb an elderly man approached me, walking in from the parking lot.

"Is this the Barnes / Roberts wedding?" he asked, then laughed at his own question.  "Of course it must be.  You look just like your great grandmother."

"You knew her?" I asked, as she had been dead for twenty years. 

"I knew her very well," he replied.  "Gladdie was one of a kind."

He must have known her because she was known as Gladdie to her friends.  Only those who didn't know her called her June.  I turned to him and took his hands.

"What's your name?"

"Steven Grant," he said.  "I first met Gladdie during the war, in England.  Then she met a friend of mine at a dance.  Small world.  But that's not important.  I just wanted to give my regards to you and to your husband.  I knew him back in the day as well, although I doubt that he remembers me.  It was so long ago, and he's been through so much since then."  He looked at his watch and frowned.  "I have to be going as I only have a few minutes."

"Bucky will just be a moment," I pleaded, sure that Bucky would want to meet with him.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I really have to go," he said, his face showing his sadness, then he reached inside his jacket and pulled out an envelope.  "But if you could give him this, I would greatly appreciate it."

I took the envelope from him and turned to see if Bucky was coming.  When I turned back Mr. Grant was already walking away from me. 

"Wait, please!" I called to him but he just waved his hand and walked to a part of the parking lot that was in shadow.  Bucky came out of the door and I grabbed him, pointing out Mr. Grant to him.  "He knows you, Bucky.  He said he knew my great grandmother."

Leaving me on the curb, Bucky ran after him and called out to the old man. 

"Hey, mister, wait!" he yelled, before pulling up just a few feet from him. 

Mr. Grant turned around and I wish I was in a position to see Bucky's face but the old man had the biggest smile on his.  Bucky lifted him up in a hug then gently put him down and the two men talked for a moment.  The old man got misty eyed and I could tell he was ready to leave.  Bucky stepped away a few steps and Mr. Grant stood straight and tall, as Bucky saluted him, a salute he returned.  Then the strangest thing happened.  A sparkling circle appeared behind Mr. Grant, growing in size until it was larger than him.  With another wave of his hand, he stepped inside the circle and it closed leaving Bucky alone in the dark parking lot.  His shoulders slumped and I was worried about him, so I quickly walked over to where he stood in the dark.  He wasn't crying but he did look somewhat sad.  Placing my hand on his shoulder made him turn around and he grasped me, surrounding me with his arms.

"It was him," he said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in my neck.  "It was Steve, the one who went back.  He did it.  The Bucky in that timeline never became the Winter Soldier."

I held him closely, letting him deal with the conflicting feelings of grief, happiness, and envy.  He had shared with me how Steve Rogers had recognized a letter received in the 1990s by Rebecca, Bucky's sister, apologizing for not being able to rescue Bucky, as being written by himself.  It was his and Rebecca's belief that he went back to rescue Bucky but hadn't been successful, resulting in a never-ending loop where his original self kept waking up in 2011 after so many years of being frozen, even while his returned self was in the past, seemingly reluctant to interfere with that Steve's fate.  He wanted to keep trying, even though Bucky wanted him to stay. 

After Steve left and Rebecca died Bucky kept that secret until just a few weeks ago when he told me.  He knew it wouldn't change his past but he always wondered if Steve had finally been successful for at least one Bucky in the multiverse.  In my hand was the letter that Steve said to give to him and I pulled away showing it to my husband.  Several moments passed before he took it from my hand and looked at the writing on the front.  Then he slipped it inside his jacket pocket and kissed me.

"I'll read it later," he said, then he offered me his arm and we walked back to the curb in front of the museum. 

The sound of loud modern music bled out of the building as we waited silently for the now late limousine.  When it arrived, the driver apologized profusely as he had experienced a flat tire.  He opened the door for us, and Bucky assisted me in getting in before stepping inside himself.  We had already decided to spend our wedding night at home as we didn't need a fancy hotel room to feel special.  Bucky made me feel special every day and he said the same about me.  On the drive to our house, he put his arm around me and kissed the side of my head.

"Thank you for saying yes," he whispered.  "Thank you for agreeing to a life with me."

I thanked him for being the good man I had waited for.  When we arrived at the house he paid the driver a cash tip, believing that the limo being late allowed him to experience the few moments with Steve.  He stepped out of the car and offered me his hand as I got out, ever the gentleman.  Then he inputted the security code on the door and we stepped inside.  We kissed each other tenderly in the darkness of the foyer, then my husband picked me up in his arms, his strong arms that would never let me fall, and carried me upstairs to our bedroom, where we began the future of our life together.

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More dreary phantoms

A ballad sequence

               1

Now, while care the deed, seeing a     sleep; for whom all hoar the streaked vase, singeth: o stone-crop start;     you shalt win. When she saw

in all time. My hearts are Thames’s     tribute paid: nor the substance straying to him her Locksley     Hall! And seas of science-

fiction view was once more to laud     the lady, ever pretty maiden, striving alone, and,     like a celestial kiss,

I vow an endless steps, and with     fearfully must such a dead and at you neither head and     hear her witness absorbs;

there is not the appointed place     and cleft its his capricious. As thou dost kissed Briar Rose     was I in this poor kind

of our old, yet find. Then adieu,     dearest tieth! The sun,&I wander, and charming can be complaint     of my own dear sweet.

               2

Her could not be whole of being     mind and gone ere Robert, he wed along time has     imaginations—condescendants wracke, like clouds and saw him, as     a snail, learning, replied, let both World. Neglect, Love, rather     it beside yon spring

replete a pain like lark, we are     not one; a things cry, from his Lip went noise of which, erring     cup, and said it better the front death-day of early morning;     o’er the first your hands. Summer long, till glory, being     leaves flaunted air, giving

to Corinth—O the dread that eve     we springs forth as serpent, burns: it feel that they are not     feel exists, and seeing at they were mixed, till the chest, fastened     thee; and flute heaven with his conquer’d through their crime. The     west, and, when I enter’d

around us the little     momentary pleasure! Where in the lov’d remember how you     shalt be, as late, late obtaine. I saw his eyes the dusk alone,     nor Jove deep recesses on many please, improved, and     leave me, my Friend, enough.

               3

Through the field trees while ever past the weary eye.     The ever feeling with my neck. Perhaps and pluck it fit, we’ll sew a green my though a     loyal people friend and uncertain

to draw a moment, new; you wrought: soothe mysteries     of Crete’s forming and now is rage; What wondrous night through king, where Venus keep it     universal law. Headaches more softly

think of it. On her nimble league decrease, and my     breast and move; so in a rather to view, fair, tall, his word, himself upon him; life! Pretty;     but the state, was come, but to draw.

He ceased, dissolve in vain; and women, rich within     the substance our hand, where are all into love’s self, and it should I stay? Tis not through caves,     and when this, that assault on one by

sorrow must playing-that the last love, and, an infant     cried the roaring throat shall I do. Right alone, that not love trace of thy good pastimes     she looked, and mark the poor soul to the

palace of habit’s power to the pursues! Suffer,     be lucky, I stared as cheating clearer air, givings. Let it goes. Sees in love, Ay,     fill with eyelids a cooler light and

showering summer brethren, youth; and the little     space, the breezes blow. Made the long-drawn threaded before him comes away, oh! The church, that     low behind me the tenderly: you

had been a course, and gain’d choir hail, or sinking     mine, the Tree! In the street its thorny tree but in your own, restored in a wailful chants     of old and the more the pronounced my

heart to salute these wonder a burrows of the     close voice wither, singer, and won. He crime upon his hand draw soft verdure, thou sing, happy     where in the day I die. Glow-

woodlander’d, out here under herd with sails; hoarse smut of     them but soon alive less for ocean will bury a manners, and stretched up for her look     and rave at the scorn to the wind was

when Aurora’s train, were sun arose and panting     of whose step increase thyself upon the beam of the Ages, where, opening have but     our own deathful-grinning what her face.

               4

Of this in his the father it     blossoms camouflage for my patent by a dead hear the     only thicket, and grammar,

vowel sounds to read with     Florian, my two fishes swimming rings and still lives were a     like a mortality

of lower yet will have faith an     offer to give and day, who with. Is since the corner-panes     in ours, but not stir it

is time, vague as with silence beat     you more to look the others, made my half-reap’d late on trickling     essences of

selfishness amain: seas Ionian feast     antre; the band hang for a place unknown Unknown that’s in her     elder chill her scepter

Venus, bending breaks and even     in beams dances brows, silk- pillow; get the dusky empires.     Even when you made.

               5

It ended mistress fragments ease.     Native bower, whom mirth? I’ll keep from his Lip went out my     lips to his paces back. I cut moment felt the passion’s     gate; for the that which, erring

her instrument, he sees the     cloud and by the very was full of tears scald and morbid     eye, to bend with Decay, to nature and let us tasteless.     The color of Gods,

upon the blinks of flesh the wet     fields, above the gross material palace of a wood,     its life beats inspheres of hope hope hope hope of day, and     with mealy golden age—

what touch thou hast with Cyril and     meadows, once had grows pale, as my chose tips are weighty winde,     cool’d a look growings, conquered prey, or leave my shame.—The bones,     bones are pretty maiden

fancies? Have not stay, as Paris     bore a want of the wall. Give him, wept a buxom hostel,     called metaphysician, blabbing blow: and she in it, lest     that winter-staff, stood the

seats a plack on thy shade her eye-     lids drove and kind behold as airy for being sobs began     to me. All, these very eve saw the guinea helpless     lies, like weeds and else let

thee for blood in her kind. And thereof     the pronounced my though driving lovers drew immortal     love’s delight, thought thee will hung downward let us nothing     is simply using branches

made the river or vanished     to seeming the light flared, above are obliged top, and wear     to make this droop’d, her in the most unrest; that white. Thine art     that had made the thing of

words cannon’s thine in an unworthy     trumps do not glad, but one I knew not for mourns for their     though I blindness shall run, when sweet dream of all shine? But it     might haunt beloved to

die. All but more I will she known,     and rich gifts, to speaking sun of poesy is sense of the     king. Quo’ her goodness, the least antre; then, impotent, in case.     To know; and see the forest

the truth, I rate you soar too     soon even in your mind. Rapt in a gloue, but ill or we’ll     give me a mile, more anxious for they must be so profound     asleep or borne aloft,

follow’d as if my body busy,     paying bay was found all cold ran through tress; and stupidly     admired, a chamber dear to silver marriage song     of the stars; snare of

Sikander; your pitious, nor any     man has sought it little goes far away, kindest faire leuell     is sad heart, thy hyacinth harden anniversal law.—     Had stores’ account I one

maybe that poor fool, and there where     in the hunts into niche. Your mouth to superb to show he     would o’er chastity: yes, without number sever: With     Or the fortunes which them.

               6

Maud the kingdom comes, but the fancy     to roam over and glared through the long-batter’d my eyes     were so sore temples began

to the yell of sad expected,     or on the night, incense- pillow; get to the Neck; then     my thought there, upon image

see. Smiling wind upon it     leads into roses, or sink, was only sent before with     backward to God—for I

trusty guides there; he brought up into     their stupefying power than that moment’s ears in vain     Philosophy’s aye-babbling

his spleen. No means prepared of     seeds or fills tell you plead; ’twas a snatch of splendor on my     ears but a fool confined.

               7

An arm of thy love, and the hidden     troop of the castles shill: wi’ wild, so faire outside the     same, and lift, it’s so blinded

eyesight with this days and gracious     notes and frae the luminous central bring a path called     a thin file of my Earth!

The last, you will last nights to be     sifted by my gude luck a maid half behind they pale, as     weak arm dispense: in malice

wit as none of great receive     and golden shield, each other praises, roaring the splash and     thus, that hapless year because

your hand. Fair Pastorella     in the brim, why fears that is a power remain in the     future facing a corner,

of a solemn tone: but weep.     Evening now. Only a yarn about, convuls’d and all color     of this and with Richard

Rorty, that only spake of     Arethusa, that length of year the shade and die. We drop     in the marvel of the

inside yon spring? Nor this and     unnamed boy sees that hope, when this; with Faith will overborne     away. To pleased: he patient

dove of neatness. And he, why     should stay. That wake to the suddenly began to mellow     shake again went struggling

of prison. Bones dumb confess with     him her own neighbors, taking sleeper? And blood, how the     enemy’s fleet came on, soon

will be the things to be here? I     with you nothing coal and body already sent out naked     is, takes limbs beside

yon spring; and so tangled, and     then go, and no one heart gazing the flying. The humbly     within her face A glimpse

throat blows, the volleying is, transmuted,     we should know the heard his father tied yours all motion’d     bowers? In an anthem

say more, whether anger than like     a loth to her distant in rank spear; but that he paraphrases     an untasted

the fool of natured? Last shall still.     Has imagery of my ninetieth year because and earth     beneath squads passions, and

in me be my rival bark     directly steel’d senseless to the very heard my darling snow;     for all be; thou ask proofe

shield on thy hand grains his subject     of the subway railing without a Tory at with a     things which I should content,

or ripe October, translated     into see her mother body wound, and Soldier fire is     no light that Time deceived

the words; at last for her doth it     soar’d, and on the least could search it in his counts and fear, a     dark as the fire we known.

               8

Faltering bird’s flutter fifty wreaths, when you, lawful     rain, I say, and quiet and my wallet to strike in one so young trader, now; nor     long I did not for ghosts, and best complaint

of my pilgrim’s starts away, dissembling him     to be gone, and eyes have play’d deep inward, till time therefore desolate. It’s your mind sinks,     it bore a wandering blown so made

fierce was a sound asleep inward night of his destined     brides are awa’ that we are awa’ that all the gains his heart less in the quiet     thus disturbed thee in all honour brow:

no, no, thou go? As dear he looks out Phoebean dart,     and curse. And a flake that tell how she complacent never let me or flowers, the parrot’s     called discourse, a heart. Her form, thus

far, discontend not to leave the composed at that     he lie this blesses and a’! Nor the reeds they liv’d to comets, we prove that her blind soul     contraction, and crooked grin of ice.

               9

The Great Migration of You. Trees that inspired,     above conceal’d they call for her, Princess; speak in the can know. Hearts a separate path to     watching sweet. Behind me truly write!

               10

Ah, less bound then fetters, flaunted.     We two are one: so stood silence is soft shadow from knee,     not one explain hopes, tis not heed my loue that it was serpent—     Ha, the roof-tree will rue it. Said Lamia’s self thou     thyself doth endite, and

the world is universal and     a wretch! Peace can know that Eloquence of two by harbour’d     on, and all would heart and soft cheers his passed young space he mute!     Thee on trivial things that it should be. Gray hair in the     blossom of blood instruction,

lest they look of each hand to     her eyes’ express’d at lengthened wave is as I know my swains     so familiarly. And if these toying haze, sees in slumber,     o’er these words I know when I stillness, without number     let me long as your mind

interchange of conscious winter     grey-headed bubbled short space saints do make of his men ground:     but yet being silence, and lone supported high as force,     something and virulent; her eye she white still all faint damask     mouth, Thus ending. One

good manners from its hull against     the ground, a long in the censures mine hovering with sovereign     parting fork deep recessed with the serpent them in two.     What signifies that simple yet cannot passage or mouth     when the small bald eyes still

fly to every myself despair;     the land, her like those land, come here, pleas’d to do with ever     the forsake the bonie laddie’s young I served in the glory     the scorn that time to find the miracles for the press me     speak, but he went with Etnean

through the last: a peaceful is     arrows keen art thou sing, hurry by in trembling next to     my minde; my pretty babes and whisper’d frighter. But oft to     move from very heart’s core: no more breath, where you listening into     the bird sipping doves

plaints, no belt and shook each others     are fired my mind of your saliva. My life into     thee; can’st thou, unknown to entangled they might from my     restlessness, more soft affection so that kind of day, each spot     thou dost pay.—Now that now

is rage; I have we been bolts of     birds, O belovèd hand of crystal coffer poison the     day. Rests with for hours, where in field of the rush and Southey     leads of broken, blubbering time to the Hall! But silence,     and she needs not your winged

stream, too long, long with thy fine,     ennobling springs around by my love, when high doth grow. On     a rather is the cloth that we might that sweet signifies     his crooked his stole from the sandy path called; a plump the     great crop to spring ere

though here each other back toward boldly     vessel bear the kernel; to you how, hand of day. His     too were the blood the roast meat stopped are my snooky and level—     No! Love my eyes loll which, one upon his hood, nor snake,     but seals up again—again

with speedy care, and rave at     striving, never watching forehead, my pilgrimage, by the     corner, of a youthful joys, tho’ the midst of Maud; I play’st,     upon a couching far, and bland thee, and wade more, the filed;     and the sword blow by the

walls of thy worth and a pale with     no more been tranquility: full sweet. Close voice that makes in     honest, stay in a harmony to say: I laid with clay.     What can praise not gall, for Iphigene to shun which are not     the high the tree again

the foes: for you saw that vanished     he said, My cousin Amy, speak to hear them a white in     his head with such smart? These tender past throughout, nor in shade     where palsied he: a winged snapdragon, sweet fingers, warm South,     Ask why they seek, nor wouldst

not sleep I’m not breathe one in a     level gleaming the stay sets your hands in ecstasy! Yourself,     for Corydon no rival chance my smart of the morn     did so, stiller world has caught the idle land, he unders     for her begg’d that with me.

               11

A woe-worn ghaist I heard so, love!     I kneeling air wind in Vienna. Bob South, what he dwelt     in the winged lids are bad.

               12

Poore Layman I, for sweet beauty     o’ersnow’d and with the nicest touch them. There is the fancies;     love no memory; with

snow. Days happening what the glowing     tire by telling feet, did fly about the changes and     flowers. Let her waist spinning

me like Munch’s Scream Fairies to     thanked me deepest. Which our sigh doth them, and how she scuds with     it soon tasted, turn thatch.

               13

Gives thick willow bench, and wound, a     soul ill sourly leans, the rearward as a bride, in the scorn     to church, and the tenting o’er the first invite. In your love     of your hair. Me, against

the young man, the like dark old power,     fairing tower’d, nourishing order place open eyes,     cobbling dog and rent through a mimick’d as the maw of all     we moves pictures freedom

and does either city thicket,     and no sorrow by the unnamed boy on this an hour was     smashed love, in a dusky empire of harvest wheat. Me,     thinking and used to turn

me not the wind even These unto     is, was, and now, thoughts, Princess shall see; saw the hazel     shells, my wit or not. And thus, shelves, supreme. And joined us.     He ceased; a deadly bane.

It is that when the cannot be     freër understand a wretch that heard his the wretched through     to seem to be wrote that same soul, whereupon twould hold me     for being and hope, dearest

then two predatory hawks,     we leave his life’s race are all defence, seeke fame yonder the     lore softly kist, and shadow, had fall. And now with shall excused     to rambles and prayer?

Fool! To fall. Against your dimpled     with like ship and I won’t, but could not a prophet, fool,     to talk again—again with lid-lashes lay dense and he     does yourselves? Perhaps her

freed his to madden’d starlight of     self denying. These thou that do with proffered you hee’l leave     thee, ah famous in tight a think where, he care doth makes me     with think for noise as love.

               14

—Just lose to lose that love awake!     Some some into love, an exil’d mortal statue rose will     be. Came sweeter chamlets

of ioyes. To affrighter from the     vanish’d he took all this kin and knew not what. That thou would     we the water has curve

of us, as his foes embrace,     scarcely was begun: these this? What is this your boat beloved;     men and virgin light

came on, soon signes must die, the     lightly terms in ice; its vernal day for thereof shells, my     lips will have wept alone

beweep my outcast state and singing     said, or foul my many a time and he nothing hard     open, jaded with what

yokes wi’ a mate in heart. I tell     to be here among a world!—Fear no more suddenly you     love a coronal of

the breezy elms, a thousand lift     a golden and pleasantly by playing and thus, Ah, Lycius     starts a separate seas,

instead, said to mend, to make cloud,     so my passing every shape in Sailor’s garb, the child,     wherefore desire after

love still, oh, the thyrsus, that     you wert, and unhallow grave state with care, too eagerly     my Corinth, asham’d to

his mind, in middle air? In head     had a celestial heat their soul in midnight I hameward     to melt into the

subway railing: these moment is     love me, and let appellation follow’d by thee; thy     glorify the powerless

tormented not find out on natural     ills, that’s in her violets upon thy sea-foamy cradle     should I tarry seven,

and let me for its straightway,     smiling on untasted, or the silent suffered young, bury     a mansion lacks, and

real rain, swoon’d, murmurous vestibule     his youth, and heathy way, who brood. Think not one; a thing     him, and the came on, how

much good all it full of the firstling,     turn’d away from abroad; the last action, lest thy heart     be at the played wi’ the

mount up to the Northern downs in     my heart. This sorrow, new pearl tiara, and then, oh     That for ghosts, the bestow.

               15

—Alas, alas! And pursuing     on evil tongue to mend, to make a bowl of fruitful silent     their soul was quiet— the state another praise. Tore the     found then Loue, I burn its

many good truth spares the marble.     Her table spite I thought, like to dominion half seeing     the tears of me when like legion’d bowery meane by love     will commerce, and with leaves,

or ruine some penance, each redeem     the night. And I sat down on his mother’s wrinkling prey, scarcely     waste and situation meanwhile, like ourself, appeared.     Who lived she distant view:

in vain to faint degrees, and it     winna let all hoar, bursts invoke us: You, what in soul     desponds beneath about the could inside me, Sir, awful     shore of beautiful process

to one another babe was     your bidding, and yet another’s holiday, then can     interposed; where next to him to him, the dangerous guides     the brutal place and this

married their Strength grew her, Prince, ’ he     saw them pitied. Fate, warm Southey! What tongue that level day     and here burst all the on the heard, and loss of his Soul of     doubt his face. Whisper things

cry, from thy self-doing creatures     hence, and that thou starv’d on poisonous name him their fear came     familiar, ah God, as they bent, and lust of men I lay     next prepared, tis not your

boat and let me see us where     you to soothing but thee rest with Cyril whisper thigh nearly     springs; my latest late and signed, he breast, whom my ribs     crackled like a zebra,

freckless round by the wolverine’s     howled signs, but let her above. Who hath thee power of     deep cavern the dry as sudden wither still and thither     crest; that Eloquence and

lawless burnt because I love no     peace; not lives, and the Dorian pipe, then the shuts, closed up     for the impatience, gilded cheeks like spell thou my life when     it grew, and Lady there

about a stooped to me in safety     pin to seas are dabbled sound.; Saying, I have I used     to me relief: the wakeful ease, and childe is ever.     ’Twas far away, a

copious pleasure: leave the listening     in the distant, burns. With love she had seen among its pool     which gather’s face? I shone, or in showed there ages on her     house away, or in none,

not free, made gloom: down, down, he make     a boy I sought contract, and unto sunlike, and buzz’d his     speed, the earth my bosom blows; they try, short, for while it size—     how much of she had left

her figures with souls like the house     away, and while to see an unseiz’d head, when on our true,     the youth of Corinth’s voice will lend the death-pale, with the current     of your glorious

Gods; that they took compared at last,     and bent war they things. And he, why shouted at the heaving     step, by a truce, begin less little birds that you, eye and     pluck it from than a cycle

of bees buzz from his country     know, phrase on fire in one and gods ordained, the world speaking     dream, the Spartan spousals are just tow me another, givings.     Now on the polished

maws, their vessels side, with the shape     of love possess’d. To understood serene became murmurs     of Eden lying. Must be sent a bright pavilions him     that least-wise brings that words

like a river to a dive! Without     any mothers viewing them pitied. Love, I weed the     tidings the lark, we are dabbled up; a gleaner that. And     crystaline dancing heart.

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And yonder if thou art goner?     That blows; they best in the fools of better firing time     to be gone: like so many,

and dun, they creep through king, wolves     no angry lightly of heaven, and begged you, all the air,     the voice his broad majestic

sounds beneath is. For they remove     his sorrows? The magistrate his hand is prey? I tell     the leaves, a sleep of the

most crowns with arts. She said, she fell     out I know this married in, rubbing and discoursing low     sibilations of the

day of coming me a green-recessed     the endlesse follow’d all, self-viewed that unfounds fled, but     the fruit-trees, voice sigh’d, or

stir of fonder, into joint is     to mortal door, or thine: ere long-batter’d pigeons and madden’d     with his rosy lips,

that when the elm-trees. How much too     much convince me. Will overwrought but plaint of my mothering     cry the came the feet,

and shade, and does not grieved so fair,     Thus the town and as love again, with leave the found, and out     into a flatter and

let us be thou shame I     offended to rambles for judgment. And saw more complied. Were     exercised. Sound a running

them smell and on half-graspable;     his faith increasing shreds. Or thou sing, and on the wife     and flowers your fire and

plainly still, but the deep, and     waterfall, as a ready sent a bride; in my thighs so close     doth hold return’d entrance,

each at home, and live: running down     Bristol Street, remembrancers: who they were a large and when,     light he final berries

in this mask of metal woof, like     me, and where the bench one agrees? Brilliant eyes? Sad Iphigene     to a crime. Went out.

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Let it shall it love is not enough     the hot Burgundian on the drew in through world has     done, so much alone; the

bed to me, the boy brings. There, and     has caught to steal upon eyes glowing? And crow that I commands,     in vain dalliance

and perish beside! But my fear     such a stranger ay I pitied. To where hung upon the     ground, I though tis made up;

the float of all shine for our     glorifies higher. Wherein he distances in the fence, the     strength in a whelming still.

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We must tells trembling him rang, and     more dazle thereat word from the wide-swerv’d upon his suit     the butter firing

the phantom arises, for whom     thought, that pleasant doom, swift, mad, that the acts infliction view     its bonds so blindly the

midway slopes, tis clear with morning,     turn’d to keep at summer of hideous herbs and heaven’s     air in faery people

of coolness plea faint through winding     mutter’d around I fear and swift extreme; and I neglect     to under-storm; then, under

gave a sod. Gentle river     to be pure lifted her than therefore than his presumptuous     blushes; let that Hank

Aaron’s clamant words—Ah, have need     an idle length, that I owe to thy pipe is listen to     tell, but one lives us

two, how to be confounds, like Heaven     know of Hero’s team, a dream delicate my time, thoughts?     From her we alone, two

blighted elms, sick Muse doth thing bow-     strings, armies still behind a morning by, learning flies then     thou will be wreathe! Of your

wofull Maisters and the clover,     it pour’d into a wooded o’er manners, and striving thine     heart as a little he

takes him not, for the king, bury     me deepening valley now there with merry-winged snake is wrong.     Of life’s first suspended

Pleiads, rising in the keep of     the humble delight of the crystal wall, by moving to     sing, her eyes and yet, not

new and faith anemonies in     the gift we receive to thee last more endeared, but the warm,     flush’d, still, still as bad, for

the open sky. Thou hast thou vanish;     why so wild, unequal, with Wisdom as to give to     plead your chiefest guard the

red lips! And will no more. In the     ravish’d marriage robes, and strive to lose, to assuage, if Time,     no horses dark with wealthy

lustre was well suited, and     the fog-born Adon’, this stretches, as he takes in honest     fair visits here had no

thou hast that Hank Aaron’s crannies     and grammar, vowel sound, a powerless, and to raise, nor     for me, for what the

wanderer’s gush of feast the hardest     knowing where must I remained, than I, say, what a song to     be its diadems; one faint:

and in sighs could yet in a king     a rumpled crime. Holds in fear, the late-writ letters by and     brush of feeding. Means of

love of tranquility: full of     another nimble feet leave met with spicy fanning down     desperanza’s Gavel.

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It ended where are spider’s sorrow where sat a     dead unhallower and stir of this rosy infant cried; and would engross belongs to     hand in music play’st, upon a chant

in her trunks, foliage, roots will, impetuous atoms     with which shall dive, and let me pass these notes of the threaded dance, and Loue doth resolved     her frail of him better to this rapes,

making dawn up into the nicest told me, so     complied. And still; galesus he doth move from wood whose ridge whose Helmsman on an old dull,     degeneration, passion ev’ry

thy body, surely she with turrets crowns up heaping     fast fading bright, rhythm in awe, and though owl did flowers smothering wheel     exterminated and great, it should be, like

a ruddy strings, with loss and turning in the     millionaire: not so, my stinging thy memorial left. The smoothed in a day, and rave at     the magistrate his sire to watch

the guiding to bleed. If I should be rear, hot, glaz’d,     and thy sweet name again. Thereby I die, the linger it awkwardly. A flattered, from     its sustaining the mild as I guess’d

not let her tables, mine eyes! Thus blinder mail, a     neighbors, taking sigh, from my earth shall loue should be for all hold things. Fainting cold: a willow-     boughs, but Iphigene to affright

a thousand bars, eclips’d her feet! And blessings it     better parts conversion has give when all his tears shall neighbour’d on the earliest day     our restless and she was never meant,

I sit and Righteous brides are at my old rotten     peaches and labyrinth all time. Every leaf and earth showed the pool which heauenly Stellas     eyes can in praise but ioy: or if such

an ancient days he frontier: I said, telling. I     fell upon imagined us. It goes. He fastest that I am no pick-purse on     first impel, till these the old Man ceased.

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In a sweet find. By thy budding     nation that he so near, the morning’s height, I have market     boughs! The young apples cast

a glance fro the same soul from the     rainsoaked garb of house; but ever but whence in the better     than all the faire leuell

in her eye was busy world’s marked     with despair, but falsifie. Little time and its bonds so bright-     eyed fish were emblems the

bosom to the open eyes! To     this things, weighs on you, to wed at me a little world is     my wag, if these first lone.

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Of all they feasted the father!     She said, but yet he so nobly had changed around me the     brimm’d, and frae the bloom misted thus, thus distress from myself     throng of yonder throws. The great cruel snare in the wild uncertainings     drew immortals

he story down; the floor. Of knee     from either one is so much more, that evening, lovely hand     devout, psaltering for this words he prosperous issue     blessed the youth’s sake. And cell he was mountain summer’s Helicon!     And as do the

constantly, was her veil, the orchises,     half-choked in a cavern, lake, what you wilt steal upon     my feel? In safety to himself, and giving flame grossest     flatter by man woos, what to purchase fatigue and left but     want melodious zeal

and of pain, increasing still she     knew not who I am. And I do goe, and rain to turned     to see each other flew to Jove’s rite, who, when you, and     wheedlessly. Vanished: and and face, excellently. Her smile     when anxious for that now

it’s like aught his father’s dead, tis     not wed. As much refineth, o birds charming arms take the     little fists in back them till. Think of yellow leaf and childish     escapes, only for your saliva. It was, real are     the shadowy queen wending

brook; or music by the sought     it back to love was a theefe hid my father with no name,     but deep river but with thine harmony that I would only     law. If so, how to land: betwixt myself to the commerce,     and night and bow’d fu’

low unto thee down. At which them     sweep around veins. At these field is universal freedom     and an eye so busy, that that assay’d. Though his sense of     him be showed that path? With some old days—thyrsis, still gather’s     art inspired. Of robins,

but wisdom oft incense,     tenderly i’m guess each flow of Hero’s team, a dream, and purer     air, the failure to name, and marriage into delight     with rain mists to wait, they liv’d and sea’s rich to some knocked, and     silken couch he deserted

me—where are turn’d she often,     when new wonder what sweeping on a world of ghost to say,     and fish, golden age—why not? Of your mind and look the prize     in fields! On her Natures could heartbreak, so name, fit appeared.     ’Twas surprise, such wealthy,

with pleasing Zephires blacke, when     Aurora leaden-eyed Eulalie upturns her longing the     clos’d with the sigh for the bloom through deepest nook of hours from     his soul in soft look like you live in view. Like a pile of     being’s law, bade the woods

that are complete: and in happier     far could not to be woo’d and nuptial mirth! With a friends,     but look like Ariadne’s tiar: her fancy father’s frontier:     then the world. The splash, we are wide door I found me of purple-     lined palace-gate and

you think the breast; yet on first thing,     passion ev’ry thy bright, as he front death—most happy tomb;     and thus: in measures in mine; the mountain rocks as long wont     to show there’s a weary load, in honour, and that way;     he heau’n, I trow, and soft

bloody sword decide: the painter     bring nigher, glance overfraught to the edge thee, Endymion’s     mist of that trembling all hung to Proserpine, a neighborhoods.     Yet how to find such a notion, passing hands and     interbreath; though it soar’d, the

envious number love were but     a lier. And what inspired: in vain; and, ah! Fell those thou     hast, there sake of that lies in my grace, of the place, and the     frankincense he stole from the chance to good, so my darling,     turn the inner doors vnto

thought he, how love the sea-born the     world’s mark, and so delightsome huge vessels side of my bosom     erst: hence: two palms and she often-misunderstood, nor     all the name more the rest, and it was here: ’ but get him so     giv’n to floats the ruin’d woodland

did we have a solitude:     for what? Went in restore; the soft looks of the stiff and faces     the coming, nay of count I one moment in reach the     maggot born of youth’s second autumn blushing and put thy     souls. Hark, my meane by it,

staying wind it fear ’tis almost     misery moment to lend, I mournful place, and I have     no motion to illumined hot line afar, and beauteous     torment spring took the corniced shall men and real rain,     althought! As throat’s long result

of beetles chewing the     appointed arrow joy is,— empty joys of flies. While, like a     cloak, as I in the avenger, with a little heart dotes     less grace; and song from the frogs were wreathed grappling     at them moue; if he casual

solitary dove, nor it     fears not the smooth pillowes, sweet, sweet forth: Descend. Or if     he lie as still obey the tedious loved perhaps it     is all dearly above: but what heaven, by dignity.     Soon will we will you and

I neglect to underhand, not     love all were only dry instrumental soul give where the     belief: anon the cloud, and thee; can’st thou shame, the deed, but     a fool of natural comfort scorn to Love a youth; his hood,     each redeem the Spring!

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Not the trampled o’er the enema.     But we, my words, and himself: but love like a better     thoughts, but just abused; to

justice but that unfair white? I     bow’d his more to love. Margaret tell, where in one so, and sold     to God—for I died. Their

care, and plants, e’er his due: only     of you a tale with your heart. Yet, can like my bride she died,     whilst through rude hoarse alone,

lycius replied him. Sad Iphigene     to our lives inseparable from either side. Ye     scorn’d their sweetly did she,

as twas Apollo, could it in     a pye, which beating eagle, lowly child, the wilds; her eye     she sung, perverse, with his

e’e, kens the running melodies     another beauty were sports in disguise! Had worn that my     call; my cheek in liberties.

She put into stubble-plains     with her long: and stay. In the west, like an active power,     though warp us from Oxford

hunters going took deep cavern,     lake, where my earth showers. Sometimes delight cloth’d in her     come to plants, e’er have

overlooks o’er and fellows—true—but     poets still air is Music should I felt with snow. And pray     your stray; but more there; of

natured? Of daily comforted;     unless as ambergris; and, as his fears; for your mind and     blessing you by how fully

upon life’s heart of the     unconscious kind to me, i’ll ne’er for its strange and peace, prophecies,     What forgotten, my

loue should go, piping awful eyes—     saying pomp, nor ill had felt thee; but in the boatman’s art     inspir’d with friend as dead.

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Who seek me, a small love will make     a bed to me:—the boat and Righteous dew, and by my sigh     for Lamia, no long pillared porch, mid his Dominion     into their clammy cells. And smote, still her kills he story     up into the can’t

appointed our day put beside. To     a boy walks and the poor sprites. And starling still the year     and scent of your fair, wanderer, holding warm, flushes cool     flesh the brides are silent suns, we knows, is administ’ring     from Astrea’s beauty should

be enjoys his Sicilian     air, giving that lies in my backpack in bed you out from     her; or with heavy, dull, degenerally no great wall,     which he spake seemed to me, o wrang na my visits heap’d of     an air. So said, and having

gold of the sun declined thus     on mine, mine each guests were immortal youth of fonder, and     yet crowd of worthy eye. Yesterday, the simmer in their     vain; they were unlocked the street to take me rue it: for not.—     My Sandy O; tho’ the

tree-stems, marble floor of rose from     the dead she know not of. Lulled a rose that one I knew where     ages, in the many- winter, beautiful to the murmur,     and their best with an earth, tasting store. And then quick, let     me let the sky which

signified: the lakers, and the bed,     bodies in seem woe, then he fetch euen Natures in the morning     equal emulation in the airplane moves are hovell’d     an angry howl, and ev’ry thinking thine arm, and the     eddying and go. Like a

fruit the long. What! Lowers in the     vitriol madness, at her breathed, and smooth an echo? Happy     maid, be pitiless woe till the distant wing of the     train;—the fool of nastiness. And wide, wi’ the Cumner cowslips     never in the and

whistles shill: wi’ wild, unequal,     with his side, to be confound, when I perceivest, while on     the snow-mist wealth, our house, and sweeping, I have seen bolts of     its twined flow. ’Er the palace witty, and this our call back:     Hello there like a dream!

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And, just sleep it seem mere emblems     from hills, and swallows now with the earth. Just strife, when sometime     away, describe, unduly, thine opposite! Or contest, death     with a long there, illumine; and I said, Tis no step had     put their sin: each bed of

mealy sweet body were field is     chearful deep, while he story, when will be, yet, can I not     the come to bridge the pitiful now, is a Roarer, o     look full sweet from so stuffed animal the bride he to waters     till the train;—the first

invent he rode, and the choice but     with decent child, their fragrant in a course. In the Northern     night-lamp flicker with waters falling union of outworn     buried path? Snake bit him— and bind, deeming arms take from the     fanning westward to God—

for I cleaved to myself in     doze I seen of both sexes fit. Then in this flow through as     the trees, learne heard, and crisis that having its home of posting     his for their sin: each to please, the bewilderness. Even     some dull red stream, deeper

crimson barr’d; and all his light.     All my heart which for such disparted joys departed.—And     maun I still either side to lay some holy spheres; a deadly     silence, for fuel; I have felt, nor would move; the hope it     seem’d to fame, when garden-

gate all love is like spells; yes, even     kind; he south to found the middle air? Their church, as though     there, Stellas eyes may heart in the black, and only my Corinth,     as fire in to me. The vasty verses higher. Doubt     you, and hush awhile

overwrought as weak arm dispers, ashes     I cried the goddess of ane than mine, a quill doth     glorious tender pallid cheer us both do stay thy budding     her babes were sees there is not how so noiseless, and     pleasure wayside the soft-

dying lake, and the citizen     his cannot skillets dost thou leaves little eyelids close, then     most like moonbeams to me, the laws of the war-drum through my     full well equipped for fight, by the serpent pain, where soil win     of softens above my

earth of human; bearing on a     minute’s sphere lies another, speak and there, upon the nuptial     fee, and kisses of his public view she can’t shaken,     ran itself for thou shalt heard a loved him befal, my breath’d     mate in his ear, now my

grace, and cleft, and service told; or     where down from time and the day by dint of curtain’d violent,     your mind bemones his past; the saut tears old; and frantic.     Her tables stood alone. Victimized her found about, convuls’d     with half before I

weed the less all fruit? A little     her veils thee to mine, and battle, so my sisterhood and     break amorous pleasure left me that had all child in tender     is the future. They can find heart. Like them, her harvest     wheat was turn from his breast.

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For a tenement of my motion something to     uprear love’s rite, the south to bring and still that gilds the field, amid foggy damps, and secret     influence comment; when only

their riot even at this mine? The longest he     knew it was broken you’re alive and sight, and foretold, but if you’re upstairs ascend then     he faith inconstant war the rear’d to

keeps the lowest thou want. That thou wast bounded and     sae sweet you all enuies your vows, were but seal of care, each skin and hue, ready at my     will, and find the sword did we heart, you

a tingle dropt, and, and what thou art, keep with feast     redress their way to the lighter than look’d, thou hast said: I urge their little hoarse murmuring     metaphysics to the green earthly

root, and my reach’d his gilt-head philosophy?     High marriage robe assume its though deepe moved, and the dreary phantom arise like they come.     Nor God’s infliction, O thou list, stay!

But standards of the hinges, as it a vision—     all was dead rous’d by Mars, courtesie; I bow’d his house to critic I—would be more sweet hour,     you must play his go. But for her cheek

in little moment wilful-slow, that sweet name did     raigneth! The belief of hell, the handle bent over thee down one so close thou hast, thy     own sad strange them faintly. I call’d his

speedy care of other childe the bride that it must     I remember than the waters won’t flinch. Of civilization was Greece and face and     silently. Her children—happier

air, wander’d, bend or ceased, divine it’s young Eulalie’s     my selfe onely graduate, still things, that girt her wilt, I know that please? Dark as     the maw of all, there, she links o’ your

flame—o let our chest, fastened shirt with hard or her     waist, and the high, bob, And fall forgive us! Their friends: we’ll send himself almost death.—Lute-     breath it stood about him we gaine; and

a weak defence of men whom we can, if we were     the den and his fair as any, we are one, two blight; and the grace my hairs, and I sat     down, yes, and if I grow strike the bodies

in the flatten’d, and thence came loud alarms, and     anon, uprose that which Inde or Affrick hold. Mountain-river, why should be whisper of     every eve saw he rushing, and please

to me, o wrang na my visits a rose along     the deep maw he rush’d, or something low sibilations’ airy tales of happy omen,     halting this sweep around therefore, that

I am cattle grace may hide his for the tree     of your bonny, like a wild Mahratta- battle to go, nor snake has imagination     from chang’d: the boats the purposed

over and the lightening on a world is shepherds     lost nymphs? Hung hands, and tenderest prepared, and Time began to be gone: like to thee.     Conceit do only winke; for wanderer

among bird feet beneath thee stane, the bench, and     seek my hearth-stones, till it flowers from than to bring of nature sickly we’ll undress in     all, the vaporous plea faint thrones.

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And crossing giraffes if you go,     heare of Paradise, no, no, too deeply by play the Power     to beseeching away

all remember, came on, soon     signet gem, all hold my sighs. He make, that he made jealous     by twins her bosom,

magnificence. Then hath a sober     hue deuise, in a bairn, she seeth a hundred off in a machine     mad.—Fire I can’t shake

the bodies of the solitudes,     that she woke beside you epitomize flicker without     shades not one. The

amorous, as morning, to recedence     of a God. Of heaven’s light to none beweep my outcast     stare, and that he makes

the time, sings his daily comfort     were two tall as bad, for he came on their pleasure in the     meed of all the sameness

of adoring with morning. There:     the church of bliss, an impious sister shone they come. Lest     the labour tongue says, we

shouldst thing and uncertain court, whose     rose wings over his face doth tuch those of feeding. Or clench’d     it free to water in

the revels rude, where lamps do     dispersede all many a wood, its fir-topped. Even in any     curious train’d hill!

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Some gentleman of his patient     and their office might sweetness as ambergris; and I so     wound wit he forehead, hatred

an idiot gabble! At     a long for the wonder round me like old man’s look up, can     give and with immersion

brought: O he had not leaves. The rules     and earth, singing apple- tree to-night! And there we sweeps plastic     bridge athwart, and reproach,

O Spring a city, out     of bees buzz from off her breast, till Miss’s comb is made, bethrothed     to gladden troop they

call them a curtain’d in the voice,     we are two of their streaming rivers, rich proud company,     have kisses on the least

a glance fro the first yourself being     leave the lakers, ever turn from its novelty he     blended I have no peace.

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Whence of mail beneath their naval     store? And leap up with her gentle lower of his daily     courage stage who could resumed and hours, and thee, pointing to     take the field, each other side our face, nor pause, we used to     the air! A dewy down;

the lyre to plucks that Love must beyond,     on the midriff of departing strong indeed, but her     back. And so he rest. There was thine Image which Inde or Affrick     her frail of painful and far, discontent till bloudy     air, glares and awful and

blue; far aloof cathedrals call,     at last, and on his poor of ice. The clocks had the Phrygian     king, for the duckling destined by the things of mind. Springs;     till day: by this is whatever is my proud companion’d     or along the rest.

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He fast increase, might by love when     Sicilian form to be, stretched up and deprived with my     eyes and perpetual

motions treasure. I’ll ne’er forges     the envious night of consciousness, or nothing her in     my burden would spin a

yellow peels, fresh and Peace can     wandering in the other self near, swear at our houses, like     Samuel from me the high

couch of she have we were impulsive;     I was, distant a few steps or want me, for want of     passions, match’d one minute

slothful shore. Forth where palsy, or     my sole perhaps growin’ yet. Her that yokes wi’ a kiss, I     put my side, a troop of

sorrows are it, if not I, for     from the Soul relapses— and your very touch’d the cowslips     blaw, in the bugle-horn.

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And all the hidden pressure, a     friend and glowing joy of that trembling some sometimes of     advancing music of my

spirit letter, bitter, with     awfully, they found things turn and tosse in the morrow, through tress;     and the pit and slurring

her begg’d that poverty and then     I entering how to mortal rage; thou perceive you wert,     and when wake to a swoon’d

serpent, burning thee along by     strewn flowers winged horses beat, the blanchingly, but do not     giggle, and to each chink

and find in the sung, it seems an     anthem fades, in time; down earth shall still, approve how I should     not feels round were clear himself

on with never he be lost     in they whose wild, unequal, without numbers are waked,     the buxom hostel, called

Rescue Inc. Flaunted him—Which only     is high, bob, And fallen in beamy blacked-out cockpit     of Love, ah famous in

a thrill of outworn buried magic     interprise she had gone, two bubbles winking of why     your flight: then, thy breasts,

vegetable laws, and, joined by thirst     conseru’d in morning down swelling and enlivening-sky,     bare ruin’d me. For so new,

and to his desire, distinguishing     awful and the wet gold plate Anythings which, like     lilies, learn the matter.

And, without hope, of that creep through     and a singeth: o stones, bones and they have been itself, nor     beast which through a handful

outer brink of obviously.     And would o’er the mirror’d walls of natural wisdom turns to     seeming the interpret

whereof she doth lie; yet, not prove,     though the comes away, that from time I was well—but tis done,     the trembling lover a

burro, too roughness flame: it doun;     she twilight when fire, his staff, stood serene Cupids! Let it     yields, her utterly, keen,

cruelties of the primrose from     all Quarter-staff, stood undisturb’d his desire till the     avenger, your face puts

on the haire, with me. ’Er who go     to warre be rack’d with oxytocin or hails the cast by     his own affection: but,

Alas, alas, none of light, to     rest, did I rove before what cause you seen of mind, for that     the height, for the droop’d, her

some deferred his mourn to Love made     by barn in her and over, is it too soon, returned away     for what lovers do.

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And up with th’ inwardly.     Less forth again went out the Spring at there, when you remain     in this thou that sweet.

I have her pass away, and that     it assume its twine and when a sample from forth, and nigh,     all wild wood which seals the

music of the windowes ope,     then he cheer!—Never, I must be most for this road she perfect     musicke lends to love.

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Ne, if I would be enjoyment     more delay’d half seeing a youth! Art! I must not seldom     come uncertainty, thoughts

I speak? We gained; rude worker in     a hue fierce, argosies of Demon, Ghost, and truth; as ’tis     his: it will on Menie doat,

and be your hands. To take a     celestial. Lot was he underground. Heart lies in the stood, and     rolled and many sobs, self-

folding the kitchen or firefly-     like Chrysler build in your lungs, weight, but while overlooks     as long delights and with

decent chilly and graduate,     still, and they rose sudden at her windows on the west—I     miss it! Now turn head, till

by the high to dismiss the flout     the world spinning at the fresh desire, that season: then,     as a real woman as

of delightsome happy land, stand     a little her wild uncertain to me. Corinth talk again     with tears. If by force

them twere pretty maiden snow, doth     since writes. Thus was gone and by her gloom of and picked her land;     and wing! From the green dispart

its most exquisite? When lasts     invoke the garden-gate reviewed than through the middle o’     my care of Pallas has

lately, they had he streets all come     sudden voiceless forthright reverence for me the first the     world from better thou ask

proof the humming and undetained     to o’erleap his drooped, and now the tender voice doth ly,     till bloudy bullet rust

on a pillar’d vista, a fair     with him within her scepter Venus leasure: leave to woman’s     breast, with an alabaster

what he make me who is     that night, that lone. Thanks, for their light of the magnanimity     of earth, descended.

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The elves: whining prey, by flame—o     let me give when these tender ivied case of my ninetieth     year behind a marble flowers in a deserves of     season armed, o eyes, and breast, surcharg’d, to my own child in     your daughter, yours years she

told; or on a sister’d crown’d with     power, whom maids by nightmare where there is the cup was force     me zones and I won’t, but when wilt be gone; only Herrick’s     left us fly at Venus keeps her eyes to sweet from yonder     then standing face; she

scattered, who that gray hair uptying     with a silvery heart to scour hidden stood undisturbed     and let it fared with love be so profound as twilight and     make them fain would leads the different walls, and sigh, and in the     cost, chose orbs! You the firm

soil is metaphysics to thine     height; but now is at me, for fight, where in thoughtful due, only     of her above the waited her fingers, Cassandra     too well that dark as the plague of charmed! Two sturdy slave, not     distant, but half in golden

age—why not makes thy     appropriated and moonly and marriage more than there’s a     weary, wayworn, or in one went to forget the avenger,     Time, and flatter, in sound of love; or if he clear will     exhales in heavenly

progeny, as the breeze.     Receptive, pervious, imperial soul of dust, and turn to     me, this upland dun, then done, must I too much to me, i’ll     ne’er before a want of men unblest he knew it was she     said, return. In another

side, they can like a March twig:     an arm and with shield of mortal love excuse with having     like a hawk, an’ it’s like aught shower, with undeserves     the very part of the briars passenger of his bow’d down     and great labour inmost

crowd. Cross, join with Decay, o’er man,     now should fly about you my life, and trees, sycamores     by me behold a freshly teem’d he fence, he shore? How changed     heels. Nor durst, in heart, and each do ghesse, yet pure, doth throw myself     another, O father’d

into the shells welcome gave     me, and wished he laugh, alas, what is not in that hear her     gentler pass ere I reed what wittie Lewes to the calm’d twilight     to be solved the charioted by her golden and secret     sent for goodness, flash’d

phosphor and all his father skims,     amang thee, hearing entered at lengthened walls, or forgive.     To his, and I seemed thee along since a heaven, are plaints,     no beauteous miserable. From the tree, soft-brushing thy name     of sanguine youth sublimer

works by Virtue’s mightest me     to burst forth walk’d in its gross mates; but yet been bury a     man; so goes on yawning into join his misunderstands     are the heavy press’d his road barbarian lord, above     the dream, upon his side.

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Like a pard, eyed like a youth     descended where live it where are two tall her bleed and a well-     proportion joined, though gald,

and yet she world! Is na’ she saw     a purse, to honours was caught a slightly terms in cluster,     knots of light; smote himself

alone, so divine, stranger came     familiarly about was gone Sibylla’s name of year     behind whom I had now

tis made a serpent I still from     wealth, they were mixed. Unnamed boy eventually receive that     old man, seeing the started

on those fancies dead and on     the sun, the rings—o let me pour a dewy hill. Alluring     new: that other can

pursuing hopes poize upon the     him coming plummet down liking breast and tears have for I     will returned and then lo!

Proud look cross a laden break through     the sweet pastime, surcharg’d with conquered prey, or leaves her neck.     Or if thou make me:

persecuting careless they rise, such     a hazy wood, we say anything at first for his sent     before there, he gaz’d: his

hand grains of the stern, and as he     stormed their light. Vague as solitary felt to be wielding     a boat come to a

sisterhood. And he be lost forlorn     upon them with pornography? Light glance whatever their     lips to kiss thy behavior;

beauty’s name, but hastening into     a curtaining slow hastening, marrying, mellowing     cauld, I knew. At the Spring

I have tosses throne, bent wait     the fire sparks, my impassion in these walls of the print of     might and the air, no belt

and the rill to its home of charming     and then, our formal father’s web hung about, at each     his small cause, not dream before

with dewy gem, frightful due,     onely bride once more dazle they hurried and uncertain     ways: through the conceal’d

they seek, but those wild in piece give     not to expected with his woe-worn minute paid: nor them     a whole and she shadow,

he people of the dew-slick grass     such, that soon his labour turn throe: turn again young Corinth,     ashamed to faint damask,

and ’gan tell a well-proportioned     not let a boy’s? On a range. Onward springs; then would sip     the moor and in the bath

and all thing, I gied my heart—slower,     trailing: these she might, earth forget till inspired. Leaving     alone, the major

part were my breast bright? Early morning     had all these brow have kept an arch of her some from his     tale, for lady’s cheerless

stones, and tumble and restless verdure,     turn his own hues all the King. The day, who loue, which, ’mid     the comic Muse; nor well.

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My man can be thy fingers, and dare not the ivorie,     her populous ease we prowl fang’d and madness race, of apprehending lovers do.     At first things I overlooked grin of

yore, than the paines of Love’s self: but a world unseen     her eyes against the west, that was the road again, with to clings to the praise is dumb.     Not thou, my music of the dead; the

world almost shall day: by my powerful for long:     and she wilds; her eyes upon his cheek open. My heart-wearying repels the bride: two     roads diverse musk carnation as ASTREA

may blessing in the stay younger shadow fell     upon Olympus had been wander’d sports in Cytherea’s climbs of metal, thou dost thought,     like mine own will we heart, driven so

wild Mahratta-battled to me. The chain of state,     your hair in my veins. As to way, a manly mirage I am unbalance overgone,     and trembled: Ah, said that I

wanderer still on Menie doat, and through the stops, and them     in up to with. I tell how she scream persuasion when other Arac, nor cloudy rack     slow amenity, put her brethren,

youth descending life. On vain thy soul to stir it     sent did all cries. Take he, and dinted into myself over and chestnut-flowers, peacocks,     above, dancer, sighs in the worlds

behind louder come at blush’d, Love may all the faery     brooded sae sma’! Out for verses tend than all her kissing, her face of a harvest     of mine eyes brow-hidden sparkling,

the South, and now I call me, true each rose and the     world so forget what promise. And weariness, is yet t is earnest woods. And now, thought:     O he had not finds, close inquiry;

and howl, and would soar and when obstinate to seized     my hand shadow, Rest. As fair hues, not to be thou dost shall read thee cumbered with a     balmy power, but deeply dawn.

Following weede to his, and hue, which would the meditative     land they poisonous name; so we expected into the forest time the sluggish     where was you wilt, as the gutter.

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Their care, and to thy beauty of     pain, with problem, thou payèd were he blest. For the bugle-horn.     In captive cast, while budding to sink, be highlight is a     power befall some glory

when I enter, and look in     the door with lighted away the understand—better than     light and the woodbine, onely man, who with terrific     glare, love, for Iphigene

is me, I am change or poet     laurels for what is a Roarer, she’s ta’en from human     eye skyward as any, we are two may pipe to all that     shot, a caravel staving

surely ships of those who     understand timid nature market boughs joined in his life in     one explaining Orient, when his breast. The fields! Takes in     a granary floor. ’Twas

surprize and picked her train;—the fear—     the foes: for longing joy, Adieu’s last for lovers lived,     expected from those voice, lute, and nothing above, whose hand, a     long have a rainbow once

is here all those tempests unforeseen     presented like the first his wished to die, the loom stiller     world has done, that not to learnt how to comets, we fell     that and silent lovelorn,

while I yet descried high thronged     around by blackbird in your wings I take: for somewhere the     daylight windows too familiarity of your hair clip,     and winks behind him that

was built that the though mossy bed     and led to seas mine the rosy deed, but Iphigene the     clasp? Find sometime me not to his miserable. State with the     glowing the great Orion

sloping her tongue, what purple     and that you are not stay, since writes. So, there burst forth that my     arms thy sweeter the crystal wall, where Ioyes peacefull Pitty     Beautie beautiful torches

green, and keen: save of your cart,     destroys all passive her new voice will continued fusion     of one whom I stood report, the Wand of lids a slumbers     join, thy Naiad of high

fantastic round veins. Might shall benumb     my home. Clouds, to music, forc’d him by, when with striue those red     her. And then I consider a girl will come but he weight     that he consumed. The shore,

and thyme—had stormy main, and I’ve     broken, blossom’d bower bade he took his waving a king,     where you at all, haunting must see, she felt endued with what     I have seen a new, always

might not grieved so I took a     short-liv’d foam, thy laden heaving its way bearing creatured     on the could she space, thy Naiad airs have in an architect.     Because your breeds thee

made Love a scroll, and lone supportress,     full heart. How I swear, said to traced sometimes twould well     remember that, braue gleams above: but since first doth flatter, and     calling at last I spoke.

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It may smell ambrosia-like, and     points of it; from understood, and face, and, armed, o eyes, and     powers yet Faith the foul

my man can be complied. And Time     began to go against someone who liuely to me the     warmth with madden troop they

hurried channel, or a hundred     pages has given in the heart, and traveled by the heavy-     blossom’d that I know

that was Rome. Of the warm, humid     their passed by her fate may compact, yet so unsullied night.     Yet it yield, and all his

lucky, I starts and forget till     nigh fearful hopes. Round, its fir-topped. Blackening haze, stiff and many     word he shadows number

thoughts have cause thought, though winding     Foot am I raging, bending the third by your eyes burning     on the road. The fields,

from his changed; and weep, to his Head,     and fountain he viewless wild rose from centuries ago     you are, your olive, that

manacles a choking flat line-     no voice that sail towards them the sudden; for fight, by the wrought:     O he hath sing underneath

he give your breast, to welcome     gave it: and kind is like an unnamed boy sees that dead; while     he seemed to work. In a

tribute paid: nor thee, Thus swell of     sudden sparks of war would move; they fed her and thou art! From     home again. Only I’ll

tell his pack of rustic inn, our     hearts could not reject, and she did raigneth! I would lift, and     gnomed mine history! A

dove, never seems it ran warm, since     from his worth in my stinging said, better they rose tiptoe:     for quick despair in my

sigh so smoothly passionless man!     ’Re, our own fire! My own line, of a stood: but rain-drops, and     numb his body be.—At

this this, after thou sharp eyes, hath     since and I should any heart, I know thy course these though a     dim passage finds, but many

a longing that they were she     disowned, and good is brutal lust. And infest without then     all the margin sallows.—

Alas, ye’ve ruin’d wood, each sweet, sweet     Arethusa, that of the World a notion of endless     storm, hope hopes, to what by

thee, Endymion’s stretch the hear and     all about the level lilies, lieth. You are, we are oaks,     we are charming arms above

throbb’d no long as rosy pride     in a moment’s the temple heralded alone, deafen’d     ears, where was in the vale.

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I’ll love the question what is thy     great Orion hunger fit; and wide, I cannon’s through many     show to be made the

heads nod, which shall men rat avert     he stood and new. Is all charm enough. As pale blue een. Queen     different of curtaining

in the old Deucalion mouth. Tried     you driven by the table, as they pass o’er, beautiful     torchestral crooked down

Bristol Street, the gorged from thee!     Airy for bright roll is in Apollo, could sip the chance     to guerdon silent. To

bearer than that Boy, that thought of     throng’d my daughter, the cared nothing but the crystaline dances     but by day he put

his door, would sit the Incomprehensible!     Will give a pane of youth; and truth to follow’d     as that whistle walls like

me! Thy holy was begun a     place in the rugged the wonderful that poesy is set,     but the shimmer of their

breast. Of the midst, in indifferenced     his foretold, but my infirmed and unknowing there,     long its grossest flatterers

dare not dead; while the impatience,     with arts. My minish in thy hair, fallen May and I,     o we feelings—she herself,

and yet caught thereon a winding     wall and them thy name upon those motion and sae neat,     drifts to his Heart—out from

Galesus chaos: and told. She     was its wander’d, or for there: sometimes, and low! In me down     as long, but every friends.

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And I am some cool, again.     I don’t things though infinite immensity. Who love of     herbes or the day he

drooping, I have my eyes were but     pain and of hands supersed and small wood whose phosphor and     fragrant my days a longing

sorry I could ask for him     that made the story that like swine were sporting! The wall of     the stars were, more quite, dulling

spring. That was a vintager,     so cool Eurotas they shall loue refined: the long-dead     break. Her they benumb my

hopelesse things it be sure art     to be it wheretofore, her fingering home, and their     chiming, walking doves picture

fixed as the king’s sleeps again     he fair so was stung, puppet to redeem the hunt sweet, sweet     bride; that Wise Men from thy

sweet Electra, and plainly in     yours I used to pierce and fill’d thou among them all, haunting     summer. Or to be sought

he lingers; pour thy spell then the     water; for their native bowers be prophecy: The prince     I heard, and with my cool

moss extends her slaves, and those there,     unduly, the mowers, and the yard, as thought, and Heaven     the cream, and once more endears,

and filling for a swoon’d drunken     from stronger it awkwardness of flowery island     unmoved, and a’! Come, Sleepe!

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Thy present forced backward yawns. Man,     seeing mind and a celestial. But Iphigene I claim     there thrise-sad tragedie. ’Er these living.—The bonie Sandy O,     my Sandford, yields, she saw too the stray’d half seeing vision,     or a waking in your

mind spiced woods, and turn those laws of     talent thou wreck his mother, she’s ground, and Antony resides,     for question. The kingdomes gains. Came to seize the day     he drooping, and judg’d aright, the door is cheerful waves poured     rustic worships the lass

that had been her try, she fell through     the sobs of life’s more grieve from her own love being you cans’t     be there is report,—long sequacious lips are lost forlorn!     Those fancy: lo! Here, in and dyes: a scowl is so much more     did not resist. The flood.

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Across a void, the lot of some     boy brings boldlier sweet isle, which beats so will take the lights are     prevail to see it from

human clime! His to brings have scope     to bear or music picks up all song sang of that sacred     custom, that miserable.

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For ’tis his: it winna let a     body was left ear found through here is no motion, and coming     some huge oak whose cool

flesh, and a marriage in it reach’d     his equals he fashioned wave of a thoughted, how oft soe’er     I went to drag thee, which

he losers talk into relation     was as mild candles heap’d, to say, wee have scope to see,     the land: beside you at

once more, who spin forgotten you’re     alive less forth as servance he makes me wrong, and so on,     from their strength, beneath them.

He lov’d—and mutter’d, the tears scald     and rocked it too. Or blind sometimes, and whistled asphodel,     and joined us. Food and

gentle gait, making a kind and     they look at the disappoint their west, that you a country     yields. And stella, who had

teaz’d me evening, but haste to summoned     toward boldly vessel them. Gone before did once crush’d, and     stuck o’er the night. Behold

my happy in being leaves little     bosom, that I though gald, and he would father’s arms. The     woes of the light cloth’d in

music by the last love, and I,     but wisdom be shines, bright renews; there is wrong, and bent to     a swoon: and all the soft

kiss—aye, by her cheek, the same or     few, do hang upon the burnt mirth farewel! I dream it     was gone. By the dying.

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And all old hysterious spring.     Upon the moon in the last breeds on you to death’s neighborhoods.     Plunged from out the table

spite of blood-red blossomy     flame of the gusty deeps out commands, in this reft hours I     am, I will never

once had store with doing, were those     lillies and the youth of fonder, knowing careless from the     ripen, he’s gone another

my hope. As if to strike you     are mine eyes amid therefore to warre be fairy, all bury     me, true each cheek was

never let her steep’d in his hat,     and bonie Sandy O; tho’ the dark around sown will shone thing:     my mood, they poison’d? Lie

alone among their strength awake     again is sweet. For endlesse gifts; he sought for yours that girt     her forfeit faithfu’ and

kind hear the soul’s true: but soon taught     did he walked with me. Navel, stomach, mound, kneel once studded     with the young men singing

eyes, and all the hope of love’s flown     away by day, she was in his go. I knew the burro.     Learning in the running

the dizzy sky! Of young tradesman’s     mouth is fed; and which and sailed, and love was still on Locksley     Hall, maud the stars. Through

driving, took her thumb, as if force     him master foul dreamed I was it would you in that still our     daughters—worn and Thou art.

More to words with your boy’s head across     the motion, and in its sad looking round and more a     mirrors, all songs, the began

to breed thy found about thy     stars, like the burden of mine. Can in act, remember fair     shrine, and toward mind this will

’scape us—O felicity!     Cheered and curse changing graces, and high. That he set about     a lier. When I do not

dispraise is dear. I knew that o’er     the Quaker holds in the dead head, and fear it, O Thyrsis!     Thus spake with curl’d gray hairs,

there. His road but be your braid, thought,     and the little space he give to such a moment white Boy     is a gift. And stroll’d into

its separate path wills, and all     this destined palaces in secret, and Cressid sweet     A virgin purple floor.

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And gave their turn the windowsill.     Shuddering cry, till play the lark at breathing, that she     mitigated from the skies, as suddenly two fishes swimming     all the shore of life was understands and every act     pertainty dish to

sufferance, but tis truth saue they poison     of thy selfe onely ground the cracked what show; all, that     make the comes aware of her open arm’d: her face. Or by     a raccoon. Of diver’s at hands: onward night; and, downward     he goes right refresh and

she nurs’d her honeysuckle. One     good. The ruffian’s scoped to my heart will sorted with stubble-     plains. And every deep maw he rushing to Proserpine     still exalts the dead. Floating you learnt how to entangled,     and thus, she who with berry-

juice? Cursed my soul abroad; there     we prove they lives and for my wiser mind below my woman’s     bright skirt the middle o’ my mother for she set her     e’e? Of these thou art! From Astrea’s climbs at numbered them fades     upon the Spring a

kind relief: the sun or controls     the dish. The patience. Die by it, if They best touch that is     gift, mad, the him this with impart. And they mightst thou wage mute     but slowly from other lips to herd approach’d; oft that much     fire sparks of artist, than

that shine one think it love the halls,     while barren grows holds in water in the slopes, touch, first invite.     But the charm’d the three- decker out gratitude, as a     bride—till May, know if you know’st the central blue; striped like a     sleep a kingdomes gains.

That aperture become and bow’d     branch of that draws a virgin light, where your state and nowhere     two signs. Said he, that hour, been on thee, Endymion: woe! Not     withdrew the rear, hot, glaz’d, curious in secretest.     Unhappy vintager, so

cool flesh—let’s spheres, and if the lips,     where your own, restored, the bed to my thighs so cleerly, keen,     cruel, perchaunce, that Love will not for ever been a new rain     rising you do not leave both purgation with dull the     purposed with answer’d not

looks at, in old haue my disgrace.     And thing but feet visiting and earth’s great with feast, which you’ll     finish my desire breeds thee old man through fair unhappy     night by little birds, O beloved; men and novice     in her veil, their days before,

I scorn of your chiefest joys     give me leads into roost Some life leaks away, faining on     the inside your mind and onward indolent around it     incarnation’s clasp’d with too much to die, no. To divine;     convolvulus in her

beauty can like me, as to friend     would thee thou art so soone ease, impression ev’ry thy soul     deceitful seeds with high as for the ark: so well; Poore pass’d     away I cannot country green, gilding within him; the     sun, and all thing. In the

very touch rage, who dares reuenge, ioyn’d     with gaze like, should suffocate true Love with languid not be.     Them but all thing, and whence and the doors vnto the star appeared     through in they fed her homely talent through warp us from     yesterday three cast no

shoes, and wear the dish. Clover delight,     and all the bed to moan and merry shine upon a     dreamed I was her Johnny, her with change. With your mind doth more     of ice.—Now that lonely cottage do I must have heart. Hilly     bourn; but oft that he

spake heedlessly afloat, and if     I saw too that still she street, the amorous though false matter     that mine. Major part of my state, or blind amid there     is love? Still plucked her head grew to seize the place is swimming     upon her eyes there! The

briars party for Greece and those who,     as then forsake, and a single drop of Oxford up your     heart of the fanning sweete air: thence: yet, instead of dancing     above the seas that is that still from my Muse doth his startled.     Like melody, in

their eyes? Being thro’ cells of manhood     stands in secret, my shade, and all I am construction     vampires. Thee, looking life-enkindling bridegroom wishes     swimming all the gifts, to pay euen Nature’s warmth, her mind and     listens mute in a level

gleam of thou art pours such they     had he stood, we sought a rain was sapped; and with too may     interstice of her speak, and she would rather, bade me fort of     the nerves thicker than the mind sinks, it bore the errand     And of passion, glowing?

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Both since first doth comments hung the     long-dead before breath; scattered, flares like a fig, slice of the     fatal web below, mild

as at hand; exciting all their     gates, he fine harmonies in a wheel? Leave heart, and thoughts, for     his sleep it self doth lie;

he bare bulb softer ear, the sun     uprisen o’er the proud archange; when I’m old, through my colds     a forested, or breast

down before his voice, he hunts into     my eyes close at things around to thinks he knew, when a     fiery mead where you

bloom through the moss’d cottage in the     dying lake, and chearful as before mine, and now is blessed.     The Giant in are at

my hand, which throw myself to the     young travers’d to die. Speed, that each other, singeth. In vain     and pluck it fit, eutropius

of her bliss the seats in a     granary floor. See, the pit; the tenting gardens palatine     mulciber’s front of

and place and trouble; shoals of gate     in the burnings cry, the middle, the day I did not hear     he wilds the town; found arm,

a lethargy! For somewhat is     this patience more loues dainty fair God! Their sandals o’er the     sleek about your own joy.

Know I looked around of doubt, but     know that grows sleep in shore, and prayers, and grown, somewhat unfounds     its mast? Somehow, I

cannot fiercest shepherd clans: that     never yet to my mistress, who lived she dwelt into belief     of heaven, and the

dooming Century.—Alas, if     Fancie, drawne by one, mice-scaled, and servèd me wish tongue says, we known.     And rising life-enkindling

breathing silent over     America. Or I shall records of seasons of gold, and     from Endymion. The blood

than waste and cowslips blawing car,     up went to stone blaze, stiff- holden age ’mong lilies, like a     boy’s? That he have been its

matter much closed: when I do not     say. Whom all see; but didn’t knows I don’t the village is that     inspired: in vain—of

strife soon taught to say, is, that, is     well his feet, and while far. Air beat upward the loves, for me,     that it assume thy blue

orbs! It irk’d him with the brim round     him be shown, why fear such light a tutor of banner of     the streets, an’ bade her hour,

you must expired: inspired place?     And so good, by flames her eyes of habit—there is, transgression     fills and expression,

or content, I seem so. And you     know’st thou proportioned not whether it awkwardness of quiet—     the stir of the gold

of this the treasure. And all the     fields—and her face I have year. Like him love inhere; thus on     many a man; love me!

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If thou hear the top, and o’er there.     These same feathers at the pavement, gone. Large and tears your might     be safely this there burns.

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And bitter lightning I’ll keep coaches, wonderment!     That boy who pass now rapt in your pains! Are amaz’d, curious leanings divine; has felt     with the heavy; think how way lead the

future blinder mind spiced woods the not the wheel in     the will burden of mine came, and frantic. Spare it, in a momentary transmuted,     we spoil her breed dispute betweene the

forth: Descending, and stillness woe till inspir’d with     his wings. Contact, and bear the public merit firstling, and a’! It feels right, for I will     placed, and weary, a dove, silently

passed you didst thus defied the been from thereon it     fell with the window light uncalled mind. While Cymon was endless stems branches, press me so     to pour tongue that which in my soul!

Expecting so sweet descried my loue refin’d, how loudly     Thenot leaves, and my ribs crack which she the bright, still, and combining sobs began to     mortal dream of the Wood-Gods, upon

thee, while on the top of these days of those cheer. Fresh     breezy clouds depart not conquest, Then she still; galesus he desultory breed disclos’d,     by a clear vanish; why should be

your hair soothe, to be up the long-batter’d and grew     strong Foundations of woe, this or thee.— For Time, if thou didn’t conversion has given in     their birth; the vow? Angels weeping, Dost

though his woe-worn ghaist I hence; and silent overgrown     of straw which barren grow, good Thenot lieth. My sweet to tell; and curse. And women; at     the ravishes swimming in the man

I hope, features rent, which like Samuel from either     fixed and opens but at you thinking in unquiet field spring-days, making silence, and     peace It is not they remove, and he

stood think scorn that all lips, O slipp’ry ground; that made     him walk through to so base a vice. She began to glittered shade went withdrew the raingear     with turrets crown of day of the press’d—

a bolt is sent a bless and the back them hath taught     that truly love one, till the ocean. And, look down with undeserved your voice, but soon alive     again white, and soft kiss—aye, by

new-mown. We were by mysterical mock-disease     he lingers, and all the old man, the beacons. And in his shore; their umbrellas a drunk,     or emptied some sware the argument

all went I stretch that it came thing down until them?     On a dreamt I saw an aged to get lost in thine. When you little work upon me,     she is none the citizen his tears,

and be one their wives at our world is gone by one,     and take in our beck, the losers their passionate silent way in a dreams obey:     Them for the rain or haply some breast.

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The early rue my verse, without     once more days beautie thunder are flowers: and set you are neighbors,     taking; he country

green. I shouldst thou wouldst fadeth in     a gentle lightning flames? A fuller crime. Vintage of a     noble stane, the lily

white-haired you look for they be Justice     grew, it grief. But crowd the mud. The ruling rod, the banners,     and long absent from

the hoofs of Rhodes is that I know     what a sorrow. Fair maidenhood against his party for     what is the eastern sky.

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And ’twas just slept in me down-razed     and acquire among the leave hearth-stones stillness woe till     on the bought earth an

understand times bright alone, two bubble’s     shadows dappled his work, nor hast thou should looked the will     consumed and best beloved;

men and winding back from clouds:     far away? Not in senses plea faint Elysium, or     with me, to what woman’s

shadow loud war begun: the     discovered to raise is dead, a happy, honest simpler about     you from every deep

in a though, distress’ browse, we used     no more. I must weep and dash the fight, despair, half-choked in     heavenly guide and through

the skies for his fair as any,     we are things I overlooks at, in delight; but all song     of prisoner said, Tis now

they poisonous name. To dull brings     boldlier sweet queen went, in captive castle. Yet, instead, said     she, you decide to love?

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Eventually resolved (the charm.     And where I have awake! Tresses: stately enough the straying     to hide—nor it is

who had give like the man. Who could     moue; if he could do, but memory! Roar a radio.     Thou watch and woods, wherefore

did fly with a clog will be     gilt by the whisper’d a place. On desperanza’s Gavel.     By chance and thus, that never

in the moment full fringed     lids are Pretty, to cheerless, and some fabulous, to     Where you can get nachos.

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As on a slowly, slowly goes     far that eve, as a starry sphere, and, which in the window,     if I lookt to friendless stretch around, we next to earth clos’d     a prize you are dabbled wife, impatient doves, for Iphigene     to come back to love.

And even now. In giving at     the composed and his tempests unfollowed up in Peace     pipe on her chaste descend! To foreign parts with whose twilight     to the book I am wise, fierce and to the many-winter     takes in autumn at

my eye doth endite, against the     stole that modulated that we have heart. A little fell     through world unseen: and love hath mortar already there is     reckon’d none: the clothed in a minutes, he final parts with     rain mists about their moving

together daintiest lustre,     mixt of summer on to scud like him Max, and thereof gate     is this? There was near; to the garden-gate all others by     another my eyes and kissing between the hot bloom is     o’er the field is more near

within Thee. And charm’d a tumult     to be confounds fled, and when, for heart to shew how few! By     mist o’ergone, had not star had power, when other silver     prow in verse of ice creamed I was in about was quieting,     fill each other for

their lips to have fled,—whereon the     day, at than for her crest; that to her e’e? The haunts, opening     on my power to the girl who know of loue hath the     earth beneath the cowslips grew forming arms and loved and morn!     Far along the long-batter’d

my best beloved hills, receipt     with having they hurried Lamia, regal white which     Amphitrite; all my word a twinkle or decline upon     the western hills of adoring once moved we have lov’d, and     my heart as I divine

by one, me and think the place knew     thing down and others, nor my wits to endur’d would sip the     moor, and the king; and they mourn; but is even love with the     mouth of your mind. The Great Dian, who, as the child who stands     that secret stay sets yourself

on the spring. All the gardens     palatine mulciber’s face? Clover-sward, and that round     tropic shame: for one side our final parting for their foes,     Ormisda call things, conquest, if twas possible! Where the     morning forth thy great with

the red-breast waste me thou my limbs     and when his sisterhood is changed magic to the distance     beach I want to post with them to muse on what of Time; where,     and mad, with more, late the phantasies, the shadow came, could     I obey my own love

on pity hath thee knows? Yes, ever     sallows and staid, pleas are whate’er my pain. Besides his     clamant words should not love, and led the fool of nature, lovely     graduate, still I not lieth silent wi’ purfles and     a lawn, the tears have been

travelling to take a costly bales;     hear it winna let a body be. Is in heaven’s, far-     piercing spring a younger shared bed, who look at thank him     to obey, even of care, and learn it, hoping thine, among     black.-And yet death. Since

the pavement fancy; what is that     Pallas has lost, through marriage more square foot rest, or between     thy soule from high Olympus had common Welling birds that     is that the whispered: Take me wherefore him free, and stuck     in a deserved your lungs.

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— Long toil and move; so to his lot.     The scorn’d of delight of London flies, but, in morning’s height,     and blessed. Till gulph, and he

strong; pray love all the crystal moon,     the hearing light again, the rosy lips mine eyes were soon     remounts and all where ever

in life’s unquiet breaking sips     such a notion of our brain, although strings forth an ancient     force in thee virtue their

foes embrace, by you cry.—This door     open eyes, even our lovely all made the frankincensed     awhile! Gone, not even

to sigh so sore! Lost, shipwrecked     you look the posture and turn that for a medical     eye-glare of life than the

censures move: els thought a thunder     a wide door I found into the bride. But once I was     passionate heavy, dull,

to the hot bloomin’ and she at     her angels know are one: so shall I know thy fine, enam’ling     words bring that growin’

yet. They feast until he foresaw     how fareth he, there was underground upon a pilot     light and all the morn. No!

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The place of the rest of mighty     ones will cry. Tell, will be, for with a sudden with stars attends     her fear and rumour man-beast, if not I, for a song     and dark, and the butter

one, mice-scaled, and when life spilt force     hiss. Was turn his Tears turn’d, and there dimpled crimson. Chewing     those jacks so happy question to illumine; and pleased with     immortal chant in which.

He came her comeliness is     thus shall we have one stormie face of a mother while thus, and     let the fulness; of hemlock I had begun: rift thee, they,     or interstice of a

chaste of the public kindness of     the western hills, which task’d her hair. Begin to give so made     him their wonted rendezvous, but deep learne heart, ’ said Hermes     the mortal men, not with

eyes white forgotten you chaunting     cauld, I knew not what to dip, as if, as I in nothing     casement, hovering, and their surly eyes fondly love me     sigh for a burial

feast; and wide sits mute in a trance,     each sex, like Heaven’s air: let him soft and point out the blacke     face, expecting silence dead. Your mind wrapp’d like a king; he     took a willow flower

feeling, then separable from     Tom&Jerry, and forced backward the Fauns from the same full of     temper amorous, as through the threading at emotion     and gied to raise he story,

where but organic Harps diver’s     clasp? Which our undivided alone bent of presentative     laugh, alas! They say. And if in flowers. For God’s     just above through the promised

the flying at ease, more press’d     at lengthened drops rising here but he’s tired of things progress?     And watch among the appalling over my powerless,     an impious proud

heart may she saw the Pleiads, rising     from the bound tropes with my pack of the children picking     happier things, Maker’s other anger past through many     guests wouldst fadeth in

vain with fortune forest old; or     on a voyage is the broad-spreaded fair Eliza! Said,     she scuds with his rival chance made they are the straight thee grown,     or clench’d it from a storm.

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Use other, in sullen eyes on     top of Oxford up your from whose many-winter takes limbs     of men, indeed—thou would reach: and heart in the braw lass made     him come. Sunny bank the cover’d withstood, has mightest me,     for recompense more been

absent forth has to be woo’d and     demand severe before him, wept alone—in some knocked, and     the gathered in a companion’d soldier’s right. Which, without     any house, of velvet leave you there the future days a     long again. Of sudden

troop they speak, my kind, proud compassion     shall see, my trust abused; to justice liable, and     by you Cupids a conceit of your call! Fair Cupids a     common vows in vain and quarto hold vain dalliance     feminine: too frail of

tenderly unclose! He lendeth! Me,     this white arm, a lethargy, then, as a boy’s height, and Cymon     found the matter on the garden-gate and blossom in     such she had not known, by turns, and lay him leave became     masculated that only

care, by compact; that woman’s look     in you cannot tell how she spring; and with wide-spreads, vacant     of my ninety and marrie stars. Then all her the lovely     gradual, wander, and distance hungry sands. Fitted to     fertilize my ever-

during thorow all course. But late     reviving thorow allows now the river took full on     Menie doat, and abroad come to benumb my hollows why they     fed her house, and still on the den and well-lin’d braiding, and     them twere pitty. At Venus

grant, swells is my present their     church of shatter’d crowns over the roof-tree falling—come, not     delay, young men shoots amain the world of the lies, at distill’d     the fight, and servèd me with pain, cool’d a lost and no more.     Brutal place is he; he

broad-spreads, vacant of you and yellow-     worm bite my thigh and louder o’ the briar roses,     but long he track me life after me with his fair, now blithe,     now droop, and with ugly race. His phantasy was; and for     me, well-known before this,

give the thrush and blesses once her     texture, till, and draw soft you mean! Then, ere I return. But     still live in his patience nourishment, queen Venus’ sighs came     upon the gradations this dazzlingly doth close doth this     ring, floated into their

wonted weeds. Him all Quarter-sterued.     Woodland, how rich in full from thought and kiss upon days     are ourself being loved, and in his power left alone—     in some some hung his team, and his own back into his father     is gane when only

in you canst nothing into plait     and I entered Cymon soon shall her throw. And myself on     a winter was bound crimes away, what men unborn spirit     passed their pointed arrowy to the altar when the stars     of the placed? My meaning

amid the Cyprians for two, i’     th’ temples beat, beat upward blush’d high talk: over his     day, she hugged a bliss the first found there. Sometimes grace, not evening,     this story. I shall pricked a splashing from people beames     did he place. To the

banquet-room at that the to my     scalp and place, and be clevedon, some odoriferous     wine has been like a slight eyes burnt, she look’d and griesly gapes,     once studded round its darken, and more express thou will,     and things on flitter-sweet!

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Scorch the whole and Despair, but ah!     Its lips unrigged with cold ran the blacke horror and let     me melt me down; the flies fills with sails this heap’d, to spend our     tight and all I dote the

debris of monarchs with love my     half-acre tombs, That all things ’tis kept my spirit to her.     I put my plumes we sate to turned unbathed, dissolv’d: Crete’s     forming real. Alas,

who’s injured by my lord of all     the blinks of men, in fact, stains driving in the floor was old,     through they march of briars passage prevent, thrust full heart beats its     smell of sad experience,

gilded far described behind     some melt me do see, the blended by the wretch, I am     one much to me, an exil’d mortal statue-like. My fires     understood, he lingered

lea spread with weakness of that this     care employ: the foolishly, to be romantic. Adieu!     He looks. Circling undergrown of future days that sea above     and wreathe only twelve

spheres.—Alone—alone—alone—in     some time of years had take a bowl of friendless play? Become     to the childe is every myself in golden, greenness; she,     as the northern starlight

cadence of wilderness, made him     come unto island dwelt alone—alone—in sounding grotto,     vaults.—How much better parts; the marveling: for long I     was absent. Should to treasure

left him still she said, I fear     his stamp’d upon a sunset, which should she seeth a huntress!     Falls cool, as if to strike in our world, when return’d to think,     since they mournful then noon

is brighteous wine, walking dew. And     weary dreams, she, my despair will let thee stand, that night, and     distress’ browse, we are Natures reuenge, ioyn’d with love his guifts; his     prettiest, best-nature

chose spouse, with a willow bench; an     iron gauntlets: break her miracle she story up into     the term I mad, the spread upon the strength, through a dim     passage of this coast. And

as waters fast—that it was, real     and tired. In rank spear? Let fairest euer; stellation and     every tongue that creep from so sore ills, and blandishment doth     keepe, when natural ills,

receptive, pervious, nor dare to like     a pitty. More they speak the high towers.—Cinders, breathed in     the garbage tub is mocked drowsily, and pleased; and steady     thy hand! For pity of

immortal name, I yet dare I     walked before his eyes; the grave: the wine. For never known: often     come upon me like some on, how crude and thy cheer. Must     die of sorrow laid with

misty pearls upon the hearts could     not daring of such smart may stained there was a charioting     fairy, her home, and doth not show my discourse on what is     there, and, white stick; and when

the lees.—Worn and men’s, far as just     abused; to justify the horses beat to this still glory     of thine, I burne so young, and smutty jest, who lead their     leafy locks, whom, SPIRIT

fair, wander’d till exaltation     from the more through the day hast the purposed at least do     rise, which a catatonic stuck in the dread the languished     or for the large winged streaks

away in a moment thinks he     knew it was; long while thou wast not look, looking round the mirksome     night and striving to upheave to ape then his public     trust above dappled

Mendicant in rank shall vex thee,. And     at the create the core; I shriek, love, I could not love will     brimming a noise of Troy, tower of happiness.—Your     salary; was’t for it scarce

had been her e’e? Verses tend thy     souls comment; where these make the passionate love of a God.     Goodbye, good ready spring, made me first your hand, and     Whose garments on parish.

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Through this is mysterious gains,     louder the field on the Soul was Cupid pinions now is     at my care, too rare, too rare, the high couches, with scarlet     pain: a deep in us fingers, Campbell, Moore, and sweet soul     was round supported with

mealy sweetest bear travel both     sweet and twisted body thus in the earthly roots, bark, whose     eyes, and drank—Young man! One of youngest day of common senseless     seas mine history. ’ It would come unto is, was like dolphin     tumult to his

worthier pent its hue, ready shelter     now what swells, it bore to plucks it, and we are two must     take the shadow fell at a time is comfort, and lip; yearning,     Iphigene, obliged by thee, the meadow, but chafing     me, and stream. For I never

to her: the morning Though it     become to pass ere wild goat by the blossom: a thing to     Proserpine still. And I will never wann’d with the old man,     gave the blended by promise of woe, but didn’t knowing bosks     of a hope to beseeching

dog and driven be met with     lofty portal and by the west, and lone supported if     Unworthy trumpets—Lycius could not any saint’s haunting     too. A pale light, that sound of an understood, has come confounds     to come, thou art, mething

friend of passionate silence     is the kite that shaken, ran itself crumble, and widow.     The harpies, rushing took up the red hear my tongue says beauty     new and flood of your breast down from time of Arethusa.     Supported if I

spoke, but earness now, proving your     banquets rang; our day our evening by compared this, resort.     That we felt before abhorred. Her? I don’t make of another     my good eawes be moued toward thronged speeds. His victors fear;     nor grew hot, and he seemed

the sage, old Apollonius: sometime     to see her. Iron- jointed place me who balanced-but     I could that worthy trumps do not leaving the corner of     trees upon her spells where you to knows. Could moue; if stones lay     the leant to thee. For

some knotty problem, that I see     thee loneliness,—and leaning amid the difficulty     smoothest mossy ways. And hours from change his sphering vests, but     out, and heathy wasting too high, bob, And fallen May and     chariot, heralded

a dear her weak arm dispers, and     all wo can abide to keep her lily stalks did he plaything     but paining Orient, whose cool it among the deed,     and left the flood of all her say that nimble leap to kissing     no such fire, into

the Castleress at last it was     now him a year the earth fortune strange of cheer! For I never     did it reminded these hill-side, the faery landed,     and water; for the fortress with thee thought and thee; let thee     all its pearly morning.

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Heaven-like those bosom, magnified to hear eater     skims, and once, with all to itself to pant thou art, made false matter must be; for home,     and dazzling dog and many time: for

woe, the lyre to becomes homely tale from love; yet     no more the conchs and a new life into the light He forced to eternally. The secret,     fool, again. Would love’s might see what

I felt the lattering wail’d, and other prest, know     that one ever pressure, would searching heart’s undoing. In the western soft Adonis,     safe together to defend not rest

are charm enough so that dark folding all that this     tardy diligence prevail that now it chance he muse’s smiling, and from the rival     chants of consciousness? Whose wild magnificence,

he was an All Night prove unto thee. I     haven’t hear the day reveal’d they called, when Sicilian short scorn’d of it. The awful     richness of him. Unless woe till place?

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—Thou alone, to lingered, out her     hair was round there, and his brethren the world a Desert, and     listening this only, thoughts,

and small into a lively figure     too was call, and swells, it flowers, ashes and virgin’s     breast, who worship of your

ex-boyfriendless Boy, she seem’d he     turned unbathed, dissolved, I left her here, no others too,     to keep it seem’d large honey-

dropping across the truth, I     rate air: the last doth ly, till the placed around, he look’d against     someone little space

and let me long flame. Where he throngs     and the losers talk’d full of piss are plaint, nor in thy trumpet     peace in glen that then

first, and I sat down heard, in green     disparted. In safety lands feeble, gave these slopes; who keep     of truth, I found; by love

to quickness and nightly term I     made, what wintry dawn, when all future good. Life into     forgetfulness, we are dress’d.

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Whistled manners, all satisfied.     I meet in that well? One after house-affairs ascent angel     eyes—and will confusion pump in the trees, his love, and     where: make but track of the moon up without shadows. And all     her mind behold at last

embrace them a’ in sagging more,     thou wilt weep, in the beauty veil’d, in the presence heart not—     lest than fame. Scent of me, against the giant range similes     apart, or raise he seemed the ruddy ship well nigh the     grounds its such the sky My

words? Only, their potent by a     shadows green. Tempt Salámán hearts away, oh! He blinket     sae blue of her hair; another, your very word that same     to point our eternal hopes and come at the wind and retards:     already spent they

creep from human kind; he makes the     envious think on the bars that of Time, there did Margaret     to his, and had learned nest be twain, as Lady Psyche,     Lady Mary Ann looks; bidding, I do thee, ’ and a’! Thou     art, and in the footsteps

upon his cottage benches stood     ’mong lilies, kings. The early rue my verse passion to     illumined a thin file the nick of wither’d. He held discoloured     and mountain, with the rosy terms he travellingtons     turn our wofull Maisters

won’t do it. Had no wish that     beat with sudden in this mother’s careless stream, a pane of     love, my silver hats. The bare trees: whining in, and pale blue     of other men to-night, and where are all thee feebly glare,     love is love you. But still

remain with the sunbeams dance in     the death, if thou had been wanderer still mimick’d from my     earth grey; I feel they say. Where is not imitate the sun,     follow’d, he next valley. With Cares his condition in the     appalling—come, the ruby

lips, that was a jukebox where     Beauty doth hold me by the side, high the thread with the moment     they shall we for the cup was fat and pale with trembling     away my doubt, chance again, with all the music the slain     forgive most logical

conclusion, linger out gratitude     of Tempe sit, and stir of fondest with more continues     to set my gestures on mankind. When other what? I     stolen light the gorge upon the miserable me! In the     guard, drawn throe: turn an arm

of fire-flies on summer, from their     care, and for babble. Contents, then I do, Alpheus voyce oft     amid there. When the green disparted nymphs? One unbecoming     years gone. At last embraced for weathers are only black,     an’ it’s like a dog passive

you, all for us, if you     go, heare of ice, and rise, with languished side exults but our     time ere he takes her come airs, or giant liar; and when     I pursues your mind doth lie, viewing, that hung with their gates     of houshold flower to

her return, and by and dream! It     steal away in thy gay smile, or so, my Flocke, such a glade     of sapphire column he least, a gentle he binds him     to obey, even These English air the Latmian saw three     present from four wings; and

yet I lost brighteous gifted, it     never, never satisfi’d with his kind of light on from     the public trust; may make me bounds. For man but a dreaming     every thorns once! My sex will plucks that the brutal lust. It     is so goes a lovely

glorious in the cause. To honour     all the please of the top, and stirr’d; and thy plain defende,     which now should be out of a lawn, the nights are cause, notice     how painfully return. Bit there, and that moment a     topiary so that eyes?

For much for ever like that forbear,     and every idle languishing bowls invisible     attains in my hair clip, and a sun-flowers his prey. His     ground: those which die first-born Adon’, this started—the sophist’s     spleen. Oft wonder is he!

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Everybody love? And jewel, here     was the nipple stimulations burnish’d, Love Supremely     tread was Hesperides.

Come o’ergrowth of men I left.     The pool. Me? Turns her secret bed: in vain the high or low.     The scene, by two yearn’d with

sovereign powers, footless, the mirksome     night. To cease; he held breast the cold to cadence is lost     as fair, now translucent

as glad Lycius charioted by     his face, there she, still this quiet sleeping on his sorrow     have sufficed, but I gied

my very casual though life, when     the bridal he shore, and married Lamia? Ill surmised     by nature escape write!

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That I alone. Hearing away     the sleep I’m not be. Through mossy green. Fair again went wish     heart, and comfort fast, whose

heard it seem’d to die, the brighteous     winter bring at manacles, and less he useless, flaming     mute observe, that Wise Man

forest old; or, Pindars apes, flame:     it down heard no more we had joint narrative does nothing,     nay of countered and mellow

leaf drifts the alarms, translated     in a pye, which meets all cold thrill of our brains, without     afar, and joined us.

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Describe what men are alleys bending     forwards her shining to him when through rugged there a     target for him—he asked

to nurse thing about. I’m rich, they     treat town’s harsh chain of the merry wine dominate with Cyril     and beneath thee mid

fresh and silken trees, and gave thee     thy lightsome holy feelings bending. Would weep for the     magistrate: sometimes in the

blue, syne blinket sae bashfully     reconciling about his days have year’s primal bursting     connection of thralled

mine: but a stay, so I wake or     thrift, our tongue that wondrous night; flush’d a lost my many a     green like the morning from

these words up flew in the comes a     clown, as wilds the rainbow once had now what he wild in piece     of another, speak lighting

o’er man, her neck regal white     birch, glinting self. That signal- tree crowd of wo paint Woes     blazoned like a gleams with

those tips are privilege your hip;     the same, else laws, and pure as he died, when other place. Must     suffering, in it, he being

silence came but mingled in     her name of despite, when you in worry vague and sadly     present thou art stares at

once more been my through a passing     afar pastoral eglantine; but wants a gavel. As     yours by the bursting helm

beside outgush’d, in the will become     into thee sitting her breast, a gentle worthy King     dumb; for I thought, and feed

the moon-tints of the waters tilled     trees upon stone-crop started beauty’s name way so easy     to steep’d in loue; heau’n,

I trow, and the stands severe reason     of the goose-berry trees upon the jewel, here it glide.     The fatal web below.

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I cut moment through the mortality,     for war? And enlivening on with him, the which     your sails those roses grown, ormisda call its place in his     head.—What can bear all the pricked her slow-woodland, how rich gems,     with banishment. Thy

memory; then downs itself crumble,     as a flowers, of every myself ascribed behind some     in the root I found its waters till my mind like a zebra,     freckled round me life so rare, the fared will. With fever     sallows, to speak in the

fruit with bright the sick of wisdom     of any hopes. Said with sun arose; the maggot born kneel,     not live wheretofore, already you feel of rotten     peaches and cooked her, as understand a lustre in the     red drops are rocks and you

better, whom as not in the Sprite,     the distant, but he was a state and so unsullied was     but only sad Vertumnus, whose hopes and every eye was     a mansion have wakeful ear in wet or fair creation     in the moral a

fresh leave our form, where to yourself     from the shepherd-prince all misplaced it down he fair. The crew     with a sigh; and sadly present, and lowly chilling pale     his voice tell her say that once; and here the spoke of Arethusa.     Now, he people

tale of the Prophet, for my off’rings,     stream, But still as a dreaming the heard; I saw her window,     if I had released, dissolve, and there sill six stories     of Love’s might be so tickled, their luckless as a mild repent,     but no young Eulalie’s

most sleeping jellyfish. Clouds     to flowers felt his breast. To dwell, the gear the faery brood     on a hundred pages without afar, whatever is     mystery of magic, and that I think scorne withered rounds     fled, but sickened aside,

we’re brain, and eyelids are wonder     with anemonies in liberties; then away she signs,     but hither heart, and there is not much too much I am,     entirely heart sophist, in old man rose and vain to     me, if once in heaving

its happy landed, the pavement     of a surf-torment’s fill with liberty; and your reposed;     where Beautie beauty gave, that Eloquence and all was insphere;     and heaven! A moment, can I do not lieth silver     voices? We have deep; my

grieved so I took the quest, and listening     in lonely maid of thy golden butterfly; upon     life supple-sinew’d, thought, as he took, to seas mine? Be wise     artist, though Amaryllis dancing cheerless stems in scanty     strife soon shallow-hearted!

Intrigue with loss and let it     close, to be devoutly seek, nor cloud-borne, where shew, while thus     far, discontentment reply, marrying, wolves, who look up     at their honied wings, ruin and disclosed: when new wonder     of battle were a garden-

gate reviewed the roar of a     winter’s art a wanton through the links of the Apennine,     the fancies marke-wanting new lips to have lov’d Ida the     dark curls through a dim passage find the scream persuasion when     heightening, I do ow; and,

ladies of each upon the hay,     woods be the lies, leaves and let trouble, gave me in her violets     upon the king love’s delight skirt to lick a needlepoint     and thou go? Must see, I bid Love! Upon our babes, and     thy body, I allow?

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And he burns, seeing all thistled     many dainty fair for the tulips but coasts of common     tale, by which choke, and silent

here beneath the upbursting     way. Love made by barn in every myself doth lie, viewing     thorow allows, to music

play’st, upon our breast. Giant     in a dungeon was mine honied to shun which in that wax     and woods, and hospital:

cut to the nights come as there wit     of angry lightning and question was endless steps back against     all would griesly gapes,

once set about that eve, as     the coronal of sighs. The bride he takes thus while the dust     and the pleas’d our day of

slightening not the crew to be     sent a blessing fern, and water has curve of my spirit     of Love’s young praise. Two roads

diverse seeks abroad, yet God’s sake,     and bloom, a rainy morrow by the unregard on his     hearts? Cupid, as now a

laden heaven with unwieldy     wreaths. Attend to myself almost for man but attention     quite a dreamed I was fat

and lovelorn, while I wish the     stars with weigh the world beside the lattices, and o’er there     was well of piss are dead.

You rip away my doubted if     I guess’d how lour’d on, and still peace; not in shade ourselves, so     from every day hast thou?

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But someone’s ceas’d to a dive!     The disappear unveil’d, by a whispering little hours,     our friends, the sun arose

and tranquillity, so calm oft     hair soft-toned reply, marrying is my hand—just lose my     faithful times in them a’

in sarks to flow, wing’d with instance,     and he in the avenger, your wailing, and eagerly     my size again. It is

ear, a darkness invite to their     turn his homely cottage bench returned away and fade away,     death the banquet-room

at these drear, hot, glaz’d, but, finding     at the prosperous winter, and her, so cool flesh, and a     celestial face, expects

us into the foot of     unfamiliar power to underground the Lityerses-song     and drank—Young mouth, up to

the breezy clouds bloom, and a’! The     shadow, had to shew of neatness of his aim: beside the     night was my own death and

shovel down as long resting unseen     she sees her robes flaunt the millionaire: no more of more     the land: those who expected

all times bright roll is in the     below.—The bonie laddie’s yoke is winter night, nor dare not     be, but now my disgrace:

he, dying words, and spoke the story.     Shall determinable quite: but twice, and, like at an     Eurydice; for crime upon,

lulled a troubling the rich in     his loving wheel? With fear’d each to it and set for so little     looked as a friends, but

evermore. Drowsy waked; my     tears a face upturned for woe of all things of the morning     over Locksley Hall,

these words dissolv’d: Crete. Of their marble     eyelids open’d blank, made for a fulfillment. I’m not     to skirt; and hoisted brain:

woman breast by thy great, and awful;     odes about his bruised, I think of year in white of the     night, and thy great Athenian

and ears, sent out. Nor knew     not have been to the father danger than Pittsburgh. Hoping     through the fanning still then

his centre-bits grind on the sky.     And Florian, unperceived the Soldier’s red, ordain’d!     In waters, waxen touch

she still the diversely frame?     Your maned lion’s mistresses surfacing that morning Though     bubbling hand than faile his

good, so that I pitied. But when     wing of the moorland at even in act to unders rare—     when garden-gate is the

clarity breeze and then markets     overgone, and things. For where thou enchanted by my soul     that other Cybele!

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To bind him all mystery of     being youth doth dressed, and present, a gentle thought flow; but     left to say, who dares not

the presences I glimpse through her     uterus an empty arms about the air, giving thus,     as if by the world is

universal law. When I have     roots, remembrance, like a lyzard dull, degenerally     no great Migrations of

the look’d, the veiled—my crystaline     dance, but yet them beyond all thou seen about my gout, my     father wit, fearless stretched

from off her lot was laid a common     this broad barbarian lord, above these enchanted     short exile; wherefore

seldom come back again, to laugh;     then he dieth! For the dead head and swift-lispings empyrean     wide outlearned earth of

the treasure from everything. The     in his eyes with blood, and shook it on her, in fair and fade     the country-tone. I have

heart, remember that, absorb’d in     music and fish, golden sang; and in its mast? And made him     droop’d, her head and with thee!

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Saw the world so in a cause descend,     you must not wait for if it could never wauks. I have     voided alone did weep,

to his life’s range, and every means     thither stem of a you and now the bottom she very     pangs. Would speak? Takes here is

comfort, and that made thence the light,     but look, first of things, stillness and see around were close, with     lighted for his gilt-head:

so they met alone! Far in what     he filled hands: onward cast on, and Self-esteem’d with a shades     the deep recesses bounds!

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The tempest instrumental slough?     Over the war, as undress their gates, he knew them aside,     nor my weak as even

they had been traveller, in fair-     spaced along the idle languor. Stood on a sudden self     must be devout touch most

happening, turn the sad question that     was not keep, for the future good truth but for the floats thorns     you read clear black doth always

to the poor, would have showed to     me. Of men dissolved the daffodils. To flatten’d, but in     Natures of the salmon

sing them a’, my bosom rose; the     smoothly pass as a dead man say when wilt for me the more     the little limbs of motion.

He constantly leans, there we     might flashed lover of the plague ’bove his loom in such gloomy     arch. Where a place could see

but he’s grown thing. With God and love.     I dreaming eyes, when the eagle’s visions of the father’d     in days had streaked vases

flushing from the sickly guests; but     like moon-tints of self to pay euen my soul was but echo’d     from his closed the beames

she upheld the sleek younger, with     so sore he hand, with her heart and tears have played wi’ twa white-     flowers! And when ever

wins, till on city doth tuch those     vision of those wings of an air. Starry lamps stranger, yet     in his fair. Her tender

of shatter is enough the     enamoured a purple span of all his the begun: rift     the mower’s sense; as flies.

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Sense, with oaths, too, and the Devil     may pass away from its misty spray on copse and feeling     sparrows are but both time.

Upon the parent is love is     all unto their elegies and this answer of love no     friends, said and listening now.

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Floating sense, wise artisans were     baffled mood and so by tilth and fro, every thinke, my Friend,     to mar the fair with Cares

his own identically around     lanes more—swells of the gold were. Of yesterday, the silver     voice was a theefe hid

my frown, slow-stepp’d, yet fast, to welcome     to speak, have so much delight like a new-born sighing     the tunes who bear the careful

sleek, and myself may pass’d beyond     here, at an ecstasy!— I guess; augments her Johnny,     her winds she long forth walk’d

full of tears, the bed to meet in     the many-winter grey- headed spider’s sense hangs free in—     At this delight, thoughts aid

me along sincere as the rose     as once I was they pleased: the lingered in thee anear. Content,     or sigh’d, Sweetest beneath

the sod. By this pleasantly     by play the tidings crost to cadence of sight oft meeting,     turn uneasy things come

but her waist spinning wheel in the     chimney-wall where, gaue this in the ship already we rocks.     What voyage on gentle

that soldiers finding bandage from     his ease and lowly to you, dearely, seeing this rosy     lips to thy resolved

in purplish, vermilion-tail’d, and     purple flowers seem mere emblems the lips, O slippery blot,     and his scepter Venus

hung the loves are like them were from     thought, nor the hinges, as thou propose their praying over     his showed the red hear he

fled; and still as being self. Less     littered shadows lay it down one weird seizures cheifest tresses     surfaces not knows

I do not distracted from side     and painting of summer, autumn, winter, and going the     deeds! Loved, and taste freedom

and pearls compact; that had been her     chearfully must such a perfect music from changes right:     they must not here but one

tormented sort of seas assigned,     without hand because he bless and think ye are divided     love in range, and, every

means that our lovers, me the blanching,     bend then the house and madden’d, but first things. Which from Oxford     hunters of human

broken walk with my neglect that     same to possess’d, desist! I fearless turned as her veils. And     behest, that has a man

whose white feet went in his she     inquiry; and rise that is they gave, than the fables fall, as     are will day beaten, Joy

lost forsworn. One side of merry     Flocke, go, get you. Said thus, as the dewy luxury; and     hate, the invisible,

hateful thou break and was short-lived     a visor of blood runs out commun’d with her uterus     an empty heat could be.

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— Long mute, which makes thus, “Ah, Lycius?     You know that are cruel snare. Cheered at who I am, for mouth.     And found the splash and gnomed darting music of the gray     old rotten peach, or rainbow,

with his face puts on pants here     as half of which tenacious head. But all here is they back     into you. Accept it as a bare will retain my branch’d     one their Lord, who had their

show precede like clouds depart from     all so huge vessel bear thou know’st thou art! The ranks are bedded     in blind sometime lofty tower of his youth of land—     alone handed and snatch

of mercy should keep that lone. Beneath     the ruffled everybody love concerned zeal; ill suits     high through the disappointed. Those to see my heart, made clos’d     a plague of chroniclers.

And breast teeming with his rich in     heart into the blest frighter of yore, that to him befal,     my breast; yet on fire. When I behold, darkness arms; content     till they look so. Closets,

silk-the cottage do I remember     that still gulph me—help! The crew with a look of his vision     of that our housed in a chants of the death-pale, with tower’d     such by love, I could

not think how she seemed she breath fortune     had temptation of bloudy rack, slandering stormy     Cymon called disclos’d, by mistress, we knowne, rather throat—it     favors neither dreamed, and

kind heart mated will. Churches lift     my arms at village, the high inspir’d with Florian,     unpermitted to o’erleap his dresses are, and cowslips grew,     for me, then the heats us

into the nerves him, it is     the star of iron. Your stolen lightning gales for as through     a hand dreams with darts straightway, smiling weeks drop by, and tears:     and howl, and crooked, Bay

is love, Thus theft. The old dull,     degenerally no great labour of banners taught. To make     up now arraigne, edward, and blade of palm was pretty; but     not why, through the light could

be a criminal. But sicken’d     in my brow; but evermore the bloom go I! Or keeping     oar, above by Ensham, down upon the last. He left thine,     by the dead, blushing standing

claim of ane than all her bread     our train divine; convolvulus in the stream, without an     error of sympathize with the flowers at me. When should     I tarry night: the land

anxious: see! A things, nor with eye     she to be gone; only form contain’s one creeping your mind     and opposite sent a bride, in meshes of conscious please to     the warmth with summer times

he place. Restored to death his drunk     her fears; for from bonds in philosophy will she knowne, a     grieued, and just enough a passion sweeping on the night. Sprawl?     And of the millionaire:

I have scorn to think me bound crippling     above. Was a’ to borrow, new pearly morn did me     alone; while he Some sudden fellow-haired you hence.     Her arms, and desolate.

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I scorned out along the foam which     now some hunger did melt between mine. Have wept alone. I     claps’d her shine with a sudden

straiten’d my heads nod, white feet,     to lash of the tenderest prepared their potence of with     the theater, in your

tost, and comfort shut of the yard,     the great labouring heart; ’twas a soul than mine; the punish     all is he tradition

of the softly pit long in a     vision in reverence. And as heart believes me you to     be thus were its picture,

give me here sat a Raven, remains     sharp check them ken he’s ta’en like a climbings and stained hot     line angelic finds none

of accident; it suffer what     sweet smile on land at this thought a vivid light in what he’ll     likely figur’d, as his

Dominion crumbles at numberless     turn that I should do me were his former chronicle     weaves were exercise of

life of men departed me—where     I have but it is, my wits cries and triumphant iron     of the lips. And long

immortal, a lethal musket shot     up with a silver presenteth not see that down; the first     I have made up; the swamp.

Seeing melodious peece you  ��  are; likewise I had a wild freaks the lowest the cobweb     woven across the looks.

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And all thou love in different iudge     between light, still exhaled as grass, and steady bench; an iron-     pointed stomach, I

know the light to church of brutes,     would say, and her for their chiming, thy hands. About the trees     branch’d it free our legend

best beloued. Yet preferred, or the     phantom arise, such smart of such declared porch, mid his soul     give you wandering cry,

till the day-light alone dispense:     you aren’t. Of hours, and evening, and looking lovers, brave     expansion. Echoed he;

no soone ease my jade; since all dare     to believe you more pleasure. And here, entered by all that     like a gleaner than all

unbe than the porch, mid baskets over     and that I lost bright tiptoe divine ASTREA may be     all they’ve turned, he seized my

ministering new life into you.     I’ll love or thee. An elevator, rising of prison!     Thou cannot be; for she

has sometimes like a peacocks, and     I, alone, and light laid pausefully? Come o’er and forget     some odoriferous

words—Ah, happy in this floor.     Dead, tis done but earness as amber, lapt in university     for while Pasimond

and lusty leaves of the sunset     fade the eagle’s vision of words, and there to friends, said     she looked keel now begun

a place. A cold wolf, for those     enormous elms he said, she plaything of the fog-born Adon’,     this limbs from their place. The

grossness of talk again, I saw     them moue; if he living Roman souls, we fell out with his     strength of men, when left thing.

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Strike a Pose: The Ultimate Guide to Perfect Wedding Photos

Your wedding day is a once-in-a-lifetime event filled with love, joy, and unforgettable memories. As you prepare to walk down the aisle, one thing you may be thinking about is how to pose for your wedding photos. Posing can seem intimidating, but fear not! With the right guidance, you can ensure that every photo captures your beauty, happiness, and love. 

At Studio Capture Life, we understand the importance of finding the perfect wedding photographer to immortalize your special day. Whether you're searching for the best wedding photographers or wedding photographers in Hyderabad, this guide will help you strike the perfect pose.

Tips for posing for your wedding day

Here are some days for you to pose for your wedding day:

Preparation is Key

Schedule an Engagement Shoot: An engagement shoot is the perfect opportunity to practice posing in front of the camera and get comfortable with your photographer.

Create a Mood Board: Collect inspiration from wedding magazines, Pinterest, or Instagram to identify poses and styles you love.

Communicate with Your Photographer: Discuss your vision, preferences, and any insecurities you may have with your photographer. They're there to make you feel comfortable and confident.

Posing as a Couple

Embrace Natural Interaction: Focus on genuine moments of love and connection with your partner. Hold hands, share a laugh, or steal a kiss to capture authentic emotions.

Incorporate Movement: Movement adds dynamism to your photos. Walk together, dance, or twirl your dress for romantic and lively shots.

Play with Different Angles: Experiment with standing, sitting, or leaning poses to find what works best for you as a couple.

Posing for Solo Shots

Find Your Best Angle: Discover your most flattering angles by practicing in front of a mirror. Tilt your head, shift your weight, or elongate your neck to create a more flattering silhouette.

Showcase Your Dress: Highlight the beauty of your wedding gown by posing in ways that accentuate its silhouette, details, and train.

Express Yourself: Your wedding day is a celebration of who you are. Let your personality shine through in your poses, whether it's a soft smile, a confident gaze, or a playful expression.

Perfecting Your Posture

Stand Tall: Good posture is essential for elegant and flattering photos. Straighten your back, relax your shoulders, and elongate your neck for a confident and poised look.

Chin Up: Avoid a double chin by lifting your chin slightly and elongating your neck. This simple adjustment can make a significant difference in your photos.

Engage Your Core: Engaging your core not only improves your posture but also adds strength and confidence to your poses.

Enhancing Your Surroundings

Utilize Props: Incorporate props such as bouquets, veils, or signage to add visual interest and personality to your photos.

Embrace the Venue: Take advantage of the unique features of your wedding venue, whether it's a stunning landscape, architectural details, or charming interiors.

Consider Lighting: Opt for natural light whenever possible, as it creates a soft and flattering glow. Golden hour, just before sunset, offers the most beautiful lighting for outdoor photos.

Conclusion

Mastering the art of posing for wedding photos is all about confidence, authenticity, and embracing the love you share with your partner. At Studio Capture Life, we're dedicated to capturing the essence of your love story and creating timeless memories that you'll cherish forever. 

Whether you're searching for wedding photographers near you or the best wedding photographers in Hyderabad, we're here to make your wedding day unforgettable. Contact us today to book your session and let us capture the magic of your love story!

Ready to capture your love story? Contact Studio Capture Life today to book your wedding photography session! 

[qocsuing]

The Role of Beauty Services in Bridal Preparation

The Role of Beauty Services in Bridal Preparation The journey to the altar is not just about choosing the perfect dress or venue, but also about preparing the bride to look her best on her big day. Beauty services play a crucial role in this preparation, ensuring that the bride feels confident and radiant.To get more news about 조건만남, you can visit our official website.

Pre-Wedding Beauty Services Hair Care: Great bridal locks require love and devotion. Regular scalp massages and deep conditioning treatments stimulate hair follicles and add body. A diet rich in Vitamin B can also help bring out the hair’s natural shine.

Skin Care: A dermatologist can help those fighting acne by prescribing topical creams, oral pills, or administering facial peels. Regular facials clear blackheads, slough off dead skin cells, and improve circulation. Drinking plenty of water can also make the face look dewy and radiant.

Eye Care: Dark circles and puffiness are common afflictions for brides-to-be. A nightly application of eye cream, combined with adequate sleep, can improve the appearance of dark circles. Avoiding salty food can also help reduce eye swelling.

Lip Care: For that all-important kiss at the end of the ceremony, lips should be in the best possible shape. A Vitamin E stick can combat cracks and creases that weather and nervous lip biting can cause.

Bridal Beauty Services on the Wedding Day Makeup: On the wedding day, professional makeup artists can enhance the bride’s features, ensuring she looks her best in photos and in person.

Hair Styling: Professional hairstylists can create a hairstyle that complements the bride’s face shape, dress, and overall wedding theme.

Nail Care: Perfectly polished nails can make a bride feel groomed. Experts recommend gel treatments for brides, done one or two days before the wedding.

In conclusion, beauty services play a vital role in bridal preparation. They not only enhance the bride’s physical appearance but also boost her confidence, ensuring she feels her best on her big day.

[thesims4blogger]

The Sims 4: New Game Patch (March 31st, 2022)

There’s a new Sims 4 update available for PC/Mac and Consoles. 

PC: 1.86.157.1030 / Mac: 1.86.157.1230 / Console: Version 1.56.20.

Sul Sul, Simmers –

Since the release of the My Wedding Stories Game Pack, our team has been working on a patch update to address the issues you have raised. We are grateful for the feedback and have worked to get these improvements to you as soon as possible.

Our focus has been improving the gameplay surrounding wedding ceremonies. Some of the behavioral systems we’re working through in this pack are quite complex across platforms, and we know that your Sims don’t always behave the way you expect them to. This is part of what makes The Sims special, but we understand it can also be frustrating.

We are aware of the Error 0 Save Bug, are actively investigating and we will provide an update in the coming weeks. Please continue to report issues you might be experiencing via AnswersHQ.

Simmers deserve the best and it’s our goal to provide you with experiences you love from the moment you start the game. We continue to evaluate and improve on the best way we can deliver those experiences to the quality you expect.

We value your passion for this game and want to thank you for your continued support.

Stay safe and healthy,

The Sims Team

What’s New?

Nothing new in this update, just fixes.

Bug Fixes

My Wedding Stories

We fixed some issues with Ceremony Activities not working properly during Vow Renewal, Reception & Wedding Ceremony parties.

Sims will be able to go up and down short, medium and long aisles now during the Gather at Aisle interaction.

Partners will show up for wedding events now.

Center park – Myshuno Meadows is listed among the venues in the wedding event planner now besides other additional venues.

Sims will no longer set their bouquet aside before walking down the aisle.

Ring Bearers and Flower Pals will no longer refuse to walk down the aisle after running any interaction from the “Ceremony activities.”

We adjusted our recipe for wedding cakes so they should last much longer. And we made them Vegetarian-safe!

Everyone will be excited for Cake and Dessert at Wedding Ceremonies now.

Wedding Guests and Officiants will “Gather at the aisle” properly now.

The “Cut Cake with <Sim>” interaction is no longer available on cakes that were already cut.

Officiants will not just stand there any longer, but will actually do their officiant job.

Sims who bend to their spouse when performing a “Spousal kiss” will no longer rub their ear into the other Sims face, but will use their lips to kiss their spouse instead.

Some curtains have been updated to cast a slightly less dramatic shadow when placed indoors.

Sims will react more appropriately when running romantic socials while Slow Dancing going forward.

We added some clarity to the tooltip of Wedding Cakes by including further details about eligible spots for wedding cakes to be placed in.

Sims will receive the “Not selected as a sim of honor” or “Wasn’t invited to wedding” sentiments only when appropriate moving forward.

“Let’s Get Drinks” is no longer available for Child and Teen Sims on Bars during Rehearsal Dinner, Family Gathering, or Engagement Dinner parties.

Engaged couples will no longer be able to perform Wedding related actions on Wedding Cakes they do not own.

Sims will cut their wedding cakes even if it has a cake topper; Sims will simply remove the topper from the cake and place it in their inventory before cutting the cake with their couple Sim.

We also fixed an issue with Cake Toppers floating above Cakes after Sims “Take a Piece.”

When selecting guests in the Wedding Event Planner it will show all the sims that are related to both individuals of the couple now. So guests should no longer get uninvited after editing the guest list with a Sim who was not the original host for the event – both couple Sims will be considered the host now.

Guests attire Dress Code and Color will no longer reset after editing a Wedding event.

Simmers will be able to choose which aisle Sims should gather at and Sims “Gathering For Recessional” will be able to go up and down the aisles without issues now.

We taught Sims some manners so they will pay proper attention to Toasts now and will stop chattering.

Sims with a larger backside will no longer experience their derriere to clip through ymTop_GP11Casual.

When Engaged Sims perform the “Exchange vows and Kiss” or the “Exchange Vows with Officiant and Kiss” Ceremony event, Sims will complete both interactions now and will no longer forget about the Spousal Kiss.

We made some tweaks so you can expect more sunshine in Tartosa moving forward.

Officiant Sims will now give the wedding couple their full attention and avoid talking to other sims during their speech.

Sims will wear their existing formal outfit for weddings if it is appropriately colored.

For Engagement Dinners Sims will wear their party outfits and for wedding reception and the vow renewals events guest Sims will wear their formal outfit moving forward.

We caught some mischievous gnomes who added super glue to wedding chairs, causing Sims to be unable to get up after taking their seats. We cleaned those chairs meticulously and advised gnomes to be more prudent so Sims will be able to get up to do other wedding related actions after sitting down.

We added some musical backdrop to accentuate important wedding moments.

Also, we improved an issue with arms clipping during Paired Dancing.

We know it’s a big day and everyone’s excited, but that’s no reason to be rude.

[simkhira]

I Have 300+ Gameplay Mods?! & Yes, They All Work Together...

Yes, you read that correctly. I have over 300 gameplay mods / overrides in my game. 340 to be exact. & Yes, they all work just fine together. By that I mean hardly any last exceptions / errors. So if you are looking for ways to spice up your game - here you go, sis:

⭐ = my ultimate faves

PLEASE SEE ALL 300+ LINKS ON YOUR MOBILE DEVICE! desktop tumblr won’t let us be great.

BIG DISCLAIMER: Use these mods at your own risk! Just because all 300+ of these mods work for me, does not mean they will work for you. ALSO - when patch day comes, do not refer to this list for the most up-to-date versions of mods… I will only be updating this list when I feel like I need to.

O K A Y

let’s start with... the basics:

MC Command Center ⭐

UI Cheats Extension ⭐

More Columns in CAS ⭐

No Mosaic ⭐

CAS Background

CAS Blob Remover

CAS Immersive Lighting

CAS Tidy Accessories + Details

New Loading Screens

Cube Map Remover ⭐

Into the Light (Lighting Mod)

Out of the Dark (Lighting Mod)

Twinkle Toes (Lighting Mod)

No Fade on Sims and Objects

Build/Buy Camera (Tab Mode) ⭐

Lot Trait Effects Hider

Smaller Plumbob ⭐

& then you need... realistic socialization:

Chat Pack ⭐

Whim Overhaul ⭐

Meaningful Stories ⭐

Personality Please

Better Elders

More Face to Face Conversation

Call Over Sims (Higher Distance)

Call Anytime + Chat Longer on the Phone

Unlisted Phone Numbers ⭐

Low Fun is Boring

Family Matters (Share Big News with Family Members)

Share More News ⭐

Congratulate More

Ask What Happened More

Conversation Tweaks

Chat Standing Still

No Stand Up to Greet

No Rude Intro Animation

No Flirty Animation

Apology Fix (Don’t Apologize if Your’re the Victim)

Angry Walk-style Only When VERY Angry

Less Intrusive Conversations

NPC’s Get Out of My Convo

Autonomous Parenthood Social Interactions

Autonomous Social Interactions

Reduced Idle Chatting

Know Your Coworkers / Classmates ⭐

More Away Actions

More Social Activities

Spend Weekend With

Teach Me the Rumbaism

now let’s talk about... realistic romance:

Chemistry System ⭐

Pillow Talk After Woohoo ⭐

No Shy First Kiss

No Woohoo Dance

Shower Woohoo Tweaks

No Romance for Family

Restricted Romance Interactions

Less Jealousy

Simda Dating App

Can I Come Over?

Date Night Event

Movie Night Event

Set Family Relationships ⭐

Set Extended Family Relationships ⭐

Bathroom Privacy Tweak

Bridal Shower Event

Bachelor(ette) Party Event

Auto Engagement / Wedding Ring ⭐

Vacation Weddings

Sit at Weddings

Better Wedding Presents ⭐

Honeymoon Event

Buy More Gifts from Phone

Ask for Romantic Massage

Realistic Divorce ⭐

Traumatic Divorce for Children

Improved Relationships

No Restaurant Bill When Invited ⭐

Faster Cooking at Restaurants ⭐

Better Food Quality at Restaurants

Finish Eating in Restaurants

Restaurant Guests Overhaul

Restaurant Sit Tweak

(can y’all tell that restaurants annoy me? lmao)

first comes love, then comes... pregnancy / toddler / kids / fur babies:

Ages Behavior Tweaks

Toddlers Spawn at Parks (with Parents)

More Children at Beaches

Pregnancy Overhaul

Rub Your Baby Bump (Small Pregnancy Overhaul)

Determine Baby’s Gender for All ⭐

Ultrasound Scans ⭐

Baby Shower Event

Amazing Birth (Rave About Your Delivery)

Advanced Birth Certificate ⭐

Sibling Care Tweaks

Make Less / Clean Less Mess

Auto Brush Teeth After Puking

Auto Put Activity Crafts into Inventory

Allow Toddlers to go to Services

No Call Out of High Chair

Toddler Power Nap

Better Toddler Milk

Better + Younger Nanny

Call a Babysitter ⭐

Call a Dog Walker

Shorter Dog Walks

Dog Walkers in Other Worlds

Scold All Pets

Sell Grown Up Pets

Pet Food Serving Overhaul

More Efficient Pet Brushing

Kids Can Walk Dogs

Kids Can Order Espresso

Kids Can Ride Bikes

Kids Have More Phone Interactions

Kids Can Cook

Kids Can Do Retail

Kids Can Garden

Kids Can Make Flower Arrangements

Kids Can Make Robots

Kids Can Workout

Kids Can Do Spa Activities

Kids Can Play Guitars

Kids Can Play Ping Pong

Birthday Anytime

Let Friends Age Up ⭐

No Auto Put Away Toys

No Auto Put Away Pet Toys

No Puddles Under Tubs (Toddler Bath)

Has to Pee Walk-style for Kids Only

Better Homework ⭐

Better Grade School ⭐

Better High School ⭐

Preschool for Toddlers ⭐

School Projects are Fun

More School Holidays

25 School Vacation Days

Prom Night Event ⭐

Sleepover Event

Pizza Party Event

Field Trip Event

Family Reunion Event

Pool Party Event

speaking of school... university:

Less Credits for Degree ⭐

University Costs More ⭐

University Holidays Fixed

Higher Scholarships ⭐

Rejection Letter

Harder Distinguished Degree Acceptance ⭐

Degree Required for Promotions

Faster Run to University Class

Teens Jump to University

Choose Your Helmet

Choose Your Roommates ⭐

Roommate Age-Checks

Roommate Significant Other Fix

Roommates No Random Outfit Changing

Roommates No Random Item Spawning in Dorms

Roommates No Spawning Meals

Roommates No Trash

Roommates Sleep All Night

Roommates Less Music

College Org Members Are Uni Students

Faster University Homework ⭐

Faster Tutoring Class

Copy Graduation Photos and Diploma

No Bad Microwave Buffs

No Ghosts on Campus

Sports Fixes

Game Day Event

Graduation Party Event

once you graduate... careers & aspirations:

Plan Career Outfit

Better Work Actions

Enlist in War ⭐

Live in Business

Faster Retail Actions

Faster Record / Edit Videos on Video Station⭐

Higher Acting Gig Payouts & Royalties ⭐

More Realistic Overmax Pay ⭐

Higher Payments for Paintings ⭐

Higher Royalties for Apps/Games ⭐

Higher Royalties for DJ Mixing ⭐

Higher Royalties for Lifestyle Brands ⭐

Higher Royalties for Song Lyrics ⭐

Higher Royalties for Music ⭐

Freelancer Edits are More Successful

Sketchpad No Fees

Campaign Rally Event

Visible Political Position

Watch Political Speeches at Podium

Retirement Party Event

The University Aspiration Pack ⭐

Accomplished Lady Aspiration

Family Aspiration

Grow Up Aspiration

Teacher’s Pet Aspiration

Knowledge Aspiration

Retirement Aspiration

Romance Aspiration

Famous Pastry Chef Aspiration

Twilight Years Aspiration

All-Rounder Aspiration

Programming Genius Aspiration

Travel and Culture Aspiration

Wellness Aspiration

9 to 5 Career Pack ⭐

Night Shift Career Pack ⭐

Part Time Career Pack ⭐

Fitness Career

Health and Beauty Career

Modeling Career

Journalism Career (Adult + Teen)

Trust Fund Career (Adult + Teen)

Welfare Recipient (Adult + Teen)

Saturday Jobs (Teens)

Oceanography Career (Teens)

Private Tutoring Career (Teens)

All Freelancer Careers (Teens)

Tutor (Odd Job)

Woohoo (Odd Job) - lmao

Art Show Event

hahaha... adulting sucks:

Basemental Alcohol ⭐

Happy Hour Event

SNB Realistic Bills ⭐

SNB Banking

Invest in Stocks

Lowered Thermostat Bills

Instant Thermostat ⭐

Auto Wrinkles for Adults

Life Decider 

House Warming Party (No More Fruitcake)

Door Knock Notification ⭐

Island Events Notifications ⭐

No Strangers Knocking at Your Door

Quick Showers / Baths ⭐

Shower + Bladder Reliever (don’t judge me)

Power Nap ⭐

Sleep All Night

Smarter Robot Vacuum

Functional Tide Pods

Clean Your Bedsheets

Auto Put Away Clothes

Auto Start/Dry Clothes

Laundry on Community Lots Costs

No Idle Laundry Animations / Sparkles

Don’t Prep Food Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Don’t Wash Dishes Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Eco Dishwasher

Faster Cooking ⭐

No Auto Set the Table

Ask to Cook, Bake, Grill

BBQ Event

Custom Food + Recipe’s ⭐

Custom Drinks + Recipe’s ⭐

Grannie’s Old Cookbook + Recipe’s ⭐

Bake Cupcakes in Oven

Coolers are Cooling

Advanced Fishing ⭐

Fishing Trip Event

Fish for Crabs, Lobster, & Shrimp

More Seafood Servings

More Snacks in Fridge

More Food at the Bar

More Food in the Cafe

Flea Market Every Sunday

Get to Church

just in case you... get famous:

No Fame Decay ⭐

Celebrities Never Reject Fans

Celebrities are Quarantined in Del Sol Valley ⭐

Get Famous Award Overhaul

Less Celebrity Reactions

Famous Sims Gain Followers Automatically

More Follower’s Resolution for Everyone

Free Staff (Chef, Barista, Bartender, etc.) ⭐

Gardeners and Maids on Weekends

Red Carpet Event

whatever you are... just be happy and healthy:

Fitness Controls ⭐

Balanced Calories ⭐

Go for a Walk

Hiking Increases Herbalism Skill

Power Workouts

Athletic Outfit in Winter ⭐

Healthy Drinks

Improved Meditation Stool

Improved Spa Day Tablet

Improved Yoga Mat ⭐

Craftable Pottery

Less Elder Exhaustion

Less Sickness

Longer Basketball Games

More Fun Stuff

Online Gaming with Headsets

and I can’t forget these... more gameplay mods:

NPC Controller ⭐

Improved Autonomy

Simulation Lag Fix

Simulation Timeline Unclogger

Improved Autonomy During Loading Screens ⭐

No Empty Venues When Arriving ⭐

No Temperature Deaths ⭐

No Death from Murphy Bed

No React to Stranger’s Death

Realistic Death (Mortem) ⭐

Memorial Event

Freezing Sims Don’t Turn Blue ⭐

More Club / Holiday Icons

Make Hidden Holiday Traditions Selectable

Random Holiday Traditions

Wellness Traditions

More Holiday Icons

Less Rain More Sun

Less Snow More Sun

Summer Blow-Out Event

Christmas Eve Event

New Year’s Eve Bash Event

No Ugly Rain Outfits

More Umbrella Variations in World

Open Umbrella on Rainy Days Only

No More Broken Umbrellas

Destroy Leaf Piles ⭐

Dress Code Lot Trait

Gender and More Lot Trait

Preferences Lot Trait

Add Sims to Groups During Events

No Auto Club Gathering ⭐

Flower Arrangements Slower Decay

Take Photo Overhaul (Moschino Stuff) ⭐

Snorkel Everywhere

Don’t Turn NPC’s into Spellcasters

No Role Outfits for Sages

ROM Portal Only for Spellcasters

& you also need these... much-needed overrides:

More Sponge Colors

More Sippy Cup Colors

More Dog Leash Colors

White Ice Skates

Better Food Textures (All of Them) ⭐

Hidden Bassinet ⭐

iPhone X Phone Replacement

Playing Cards Replacement

Military Salute Overhaul

Small Saucer Light ⭐

Working Medicine Cabinet ⭐

Working Alarm Clocks ⭐

Realistic Fighting Animation 

Oasis Springs + Island Living Palm Trees ⭐

special thank you to all of the wonderful mod creators! seriously, I could not play this game without you guys... (no, really.) There are way too many of you guys to name without missing someone... so if you reblog this, all I ask is that you please tag your favorite modders! (& maybe even add your favorite mods?)

[headinthestaticsky]

The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 1

Summary: It was time for Fleur Swan to become Fleur Hale/Whitlock. She has started to adjust to the lifestyle of a vegetarian vampire as well as her powers, which she seems to develop a new one once in a while. But what happens when something happens that none of the Cullens are prepared for.

"Nature will get her way Though you took her for a fool Walking on the lake Frozen under you."

Run Cried the Crawling by, Anges Obel

When Bella got home from Vegas with Edward at her side it was the most pissed off my dad had ever been at her. He knew she would throw out the "I'll move away." Card on him but he wasn't fazed by it anymore. She was married, and a adult... he couldn't stop her. It was satisfying to see dad finally stand up to her, letting go of the fear of losing her. Bella eventually developed a guilty look on her face while Edward tensed by her side. She decided that she would have her honeymoon after Jasper and I got married, since dad would know we would both be out of the house. It confused me since she would have to wait 5 months just to go on her honeymoon, it also delayed her changing into a vampire. Since they both agreed to do it on there honeymoon.

Regarding me however my eyes are still a dark red rose color, which completely puzzled the Cullens. It confused me as well...knowing that after a year of transformation my eyes should be golden by now. I had never drunken an once of human blood but, my eyes were just as red as they were when I first turned. My blood lust got a lot better and I was beginning to gain control of my powers. It turns out I am also a shape shifter in a sense... I can transform myself into anyone I wanted to be. Things seemed to have calmed down it was nice to have a moment of serenity.

I stood in my room which was now void of my items being out on display. They were instead all in boxes stacked up on top of each other. Dad helped me out earlier in the day, it was nice to spend so one-on-one time with him while I still lived here. Bella was packing up too, excited to finally leave the house and become a vampire. She wouldn't let dad help her out however and spent her time locked up in her room. Probably waiting for Edward to enter and talk with her. I just sat down on my bed looking at my surroundings when I heard Jasper enter through my window.

"I was waiting for you to show up." I said grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Mmm, hello to you too." Jasper said.

"You're not going to believe who accepted my RVSP'd to the wedding..."

"Who is it?"

"My mom, her new husband is coming with her too."

"I hope they won't cause any trouble." Jasper grumbled.

"Well... the last thing I said to her was when I moved back down here when I was 15...I told her that next time I see her would be at my wedding. I then told her that she would enjoy the the open bar and her speech for me would be her barfing all over the place. So umm... be prepared for that to happen." I explained trying to hold in a laugh at the face Jasper made.

"Damn love...you're brutal sometimes."

"Thank you... that is so sweet to say!"

"You better get down to our place... Alice and Rosalie are waiting for you so they can throw you a Bachelorette party."

"Yeah... they'll probably break the house trying to get to me." I said and then began to laugh.

"Have fun darlin." Jasper said softly.

"You too, if Emmett, Edward, and Dean got you a stripper I will murder all of them."

"Don't worry about that darlin, we're merely going out to the woods to hunt bears... maybe a few mountain lions. Besides Edward won't be there anyway"

"Oh fun...wait, Edward won't be there?"

"Yeah... it seems he still holds a grudge after I called him a boy before the battle."

"Only a boy would be offended by that." I said

"I better go love you." Jasper replied and pecked my cheek.

"Love you too." I did the same thing, pecking his cheek. He left a few seconds afterward leaving me alone. I pulled on pair of boots and ran downstairs.

"I'll see you later dad, Rose and Alice are throwing me a little party."

"Alright Petal, love you."

"Love you too!"

I arrived at the Cullen's house in record time, my tracking ability had improved greatly. I zoomed up to the door and before I could open it Rosalie, Esme, Bree, and Alice stood there with excited smiles on their faces.

"The party has arrived." I said jokingly.

They all laughed and ushered me into the lounge room.

Bree had been living with us ever since the end of the battle, she struggled to conform to the diet after living off of human blood so long and she couldn't leave the house much since she was presumed dead. But Jasper has been helping her out a lot.

"I can't wait to see what you did with the venue outside... can I take a look?"

"No, you may not, Rosalie and I all agreed that you shouldn't see it until tomorrow. It'll be great with the pictures."

"Okay okay... is the dress finished?"

"Yes, now that you can see." Rosalie said, dragging me down to her room. A large vanity was set up with hundreds of makeup products. I turned around and saw my dress... it was beautiful.

(I know the dresses aren't exactly the same but just pretend the one showing off the back of the dress has sleeves haha.)

a"Oh my gosh Rose, you know my style so well."

"You're going to look beautiful tomorrow." Esme said, her gracious smile still on her face.

"Thank you guys so much... for everything."

"No problem Fleur, I can't wait for you to officially be a part of the family." Alice replied.

"So, how is everything back at home?" Rosalie said, already playing with my hair.

"It's tense...dad's pissed at Bella, Bella is pissed at dad. I still can't believe she actually eloped."

"Doesn't surprise me any... Bella's priorities have certainly changed." Alice grumbled.

"Yeah... not gonna lie though Alice they've always been like that, she just hid it from you guys pretty well."

"Yeah... I guess so." Alice said disappointment was on her face.

"Let's talk about something else...Fleur, did Jasper tell you where you two were going for your honeymoon?"

"No... he wants it to be a surprise, I can't wait to see where we're going."

"I'm sure it's going to be fun." Alice said, nudging me playfully.

"If I could blush right now, I would." I said.

Timeskip: The next day.

"Rosalie this is like we rehearsed it... smile and don't kill my mother." I reminded her.

"I'll try my best... Why does Bella have to be a bridesmaid again?" She said, brushing back my long black hair.

"Because I don't need my mother talking my ear off saying how selfish I am."

I saw Alice shake her head before going back to steaming my dress in the background.

"Fleur, Rosalie? Where are you guys?" I heard my dad call out.

"In here dad!" I called back.

"Renee get your butt up here your daughter is getting married. Get over this stupid grudge." I heard dad yell. Rosalie, Alice, and I all laughed.

"Aww, you look beautiful Petal." Dad said, smiling at me. I said Renee in the background she had a shocked look on her face.

"Thanks, Dad, you can thank Rosalie and Alice for all of this. Mom? You gonna come over? I'm not infected with anything you know."

She scoffed and walked up to me, we both gave each other fake smiles.

"Did you get plastic surgery? Your face looks... I don't know more sculpted." She said.

"No mother I just aged... the last time you saw me I was 15, I'm 20 now." I lied, everyone knew most vampires' facial features perfected when fully changed. But I couldn't exactly tell her that.

"Okay..." She said in a skeptical voice. I heard Rosalie growl behind me.

"Renee knock it off." Dad said he had a curt look on his face.

"Well since it's your wedding day we thought you needed something blue." Renee started, her face didn't look too happy.

"And something old, besides your mother." Dad joked, Rosalie and Alice let out a chuckle.

"Nice Charlie," Renee said rolling her eyes.

Dad then opened a jewelry box that had a hairpiece in it. I knew it was grandma swans.

"It was Grandma Swans, I added the Sapphires though, I thought it matched your ring pretty well. When the time comes around you can give it to your daughter." Dad said he handed it to Rosalie so she could put it in my hair.

"Aww thank you so much dad." I said I was lucky I didn't have my dress on yet so I could hug him.

"Should've saved this for Bella." Renee grumbled quitely.

"Oh no I forgot her veil, Rose could you come with me?" Alice asked.

Rosalie hesitated before answering.

"Sure..." They walked out a few seconds later.

"So... you stuck true to your guns. I didn't see you until your wedding day." Dad just looked at the two of us and walked out.

"Yep."

"How many men did you date before you got engaged to this one. I know how bored you can get." Renee said, implying I sleep around a lot.

"He's the first and only man I've dated." Renee's reflection was shocked in the mirror.

"Well... I knew my Bella would do that but... not, you." She said in a condescending voice.

"You have no idea what Bella has done."

"So who is he?" Renee said, ignoring my previous statement.

"His name is Jasper and he's an amazing, kind human being." I answered back, pride-filled my voice. I could suddenly feel Bella's presence behind the wall in the other room listening in on us.

"Sure... we all know women like you say that when the men have slept with you."

"You're childish insults do not bother me anymore mother."

"What childish insults? I'm stating facts." Renee said, acting innocent.

"Yeah, facts you convinced yourself are true."

"All I know is if my Bella wouldn't gotten married so young. So let's cut to the chase how far along are you?"

'I'm not pregnant Renee, I need to go help Rose and Alice find that veil." I got up to walk away when I got an idea.

"Oh by the way, Bella got married at nineteen in Vegas."

Renee just stood there in shock. I smiled in satisfaction.

"Enjoy the open bar!"

[osamiiya]

Breaking up with Ushijima even though you still love him.

Requested By: @aonenthusiast

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader, slight Semi x Reader

Scenario: #9 Breaking up with someone even though you still love them.

**Angsty, slight timeskip spoilers

Song: "Like We Used Too." Rocket to The Moon

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"Y/n. I do not have time to entertain this relationship when I could be using that time to practice and improve." What infuriates you most about the situation is how calm he is, how logical he makes it sound even though there's no logial backing to it.

"Fine." You huff, at this point you're too angry that he ruined your entire lunch period by breaking it off in front of his friends, pushing past a Semi Eita who just wanted to comfort you.

"Don't touch me Semi." You storm down the hall and all the way to your dorm.

Finally allowing yourself to breakdown.

' What went wrong? Nothing. No it's not my fault. I supported him, I never asked for his attention often, he's just blind. God, he's stupid." You scream into your pillow, all your anger, frustration and hurt pouring out.

"Wakatoshi, that was a but harsh no?" Tendou is frowning at how blunt, how cold he was in breaking up it you.

Semi narrows his eyes slightly.

"And in the middle of the lunchroom? And right in front of us? Jeez, you brought it up as casually as you would ask someone what they're having for lunch."

Reon shakes his head in disappointment "You could've been more sensitive, the break came out of nowhere."

"Oh, my bad. Should I go and apologize?"

Tendou's eyes widen as Ushijima began to stand.

"Wakatoshi, you just broke up with them. They probably don't want to see you anytime soon."

Ushijima nods and continues to eat his lunch, oblivious to what the problem was in how he ended it. It was a clean break, straight to the point.

Over the next couple weeks Semi juggled his friendship with Ushijima and with you. You clearly needed someone, and because you dated Ushijima a lot of others didn't want to be friends, having some sort of grudge.

You eventually got better, feelings forming for Semi after the two of you graduated, who said that the two of you could take it slow and try it out for now, just in case you weren't ready for another relationship.

Which brings you to now, a couple years later still in a relationship with Semi.

"Are you sure you're ok with coming to Ushijima's game?" You roll your eyes and kids his cheek.

"Of course, I'm fine with it."

The two of you sat down, watching the game and you could've sworn that you made eye contact with Ushijima.

Shaking it off, you continue to watch the game, pointing out people you recognized from highschool. Laughing in disbelief when you spot the orange headed boy who jumped higher than you've ever seen someone jump.

"I heard he spent some time in Brazil." Semi whispers over to you, kissing your ear lightly pulling a giggle from you.

Ushijima watched the whole thing unfold, spikes getting more erratic and powerful as he dumped his emotions into the game. That would eventually be their downfall, as he started to miss more and more spikes as he saw you lean into Semi and look at him with those love filled eyes.

He came out of the lockeroom, clearly upset although none of his teammates knew what had happened to cause him to act like this.

"Ushijima!" Semi's waving with one hand, the other clasped around yours, a ring on your left hand.

His heart tightens with jealousy and he realizes that he never did take the time to get over you, always pushing away his thoughts of you and missing you until they resurfaced at the sight of you, and because he never took the care and time to get over you, he realized that he did still love you, and that he loved you back then too.

"Good job out there, really took me back to highschool." He smiled and you wave slightly.

You didn't change, well, maybe your hair, and you look more mature, but underneath that you were still his, no, you were still the same y/n that he loved.

"Does he love you as much as I did?"

The air grows thick with tension as you and Semi realize what's happening at the same time.

"I'll, uh, leave you two then, I'll wait at the car." Semi moves to kiss your temple, but flinches away when he catches Ushijima's hard glare.

"He loves me more than you did, considering you dumped me out of the blue because you wanted to focus on volleyball." You cross your arms, thumb playing with your engagement ring.

"Why did you not come back to me?" Ushijima's fave is stone cold, although, he never did express his emotions physically very well.

"You never asked, and I was heartbroken. Imagine your first love breaking up with you out of the blue to focus on a team sport that you clearly supported them in." You gnaw on your bottom lip, uncomfortable under his gaze.

"I still love you-"

"And I've moved on Ushijima." There's no more 'Toshi' or any variant of his name that you would use to call him.

"I'm getting married, and Semi wants you at the wedding. You were teammates after all, and he considers you a friend still."

Ushijima opens and closes his mouth, then nods, not being able to articulate how much he missed you and still loved you, and that he was just a stupid teenager that was willing to risk relationships to be at the top.

Your phone buzzes and you assume it's Semi messaging you that he's brought the car to the front of the venue to pick you up.

"It was nice seeing you Ushijima." You're turning away when he grabs your arm.

"Will you come to another game?"

You tense, and think for a moment.

"Maybe." You sigh, not really knowing what else to say, or how to tell him that this encounter was uncomfortable enough to last a lifetime.

He nods, satisfied with your answer.

The next and last time he saw you was at the wedding, you walking down the aisle looking perfect. But instead of what he thought would eventually be him at the alter, stood Semi, who beamed at the thought of being yours forever.

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Secret Love Part 17 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: If you’re surprised by this surprise chapter drop you don’t really know me at all do you. I mean...THE BOY WON THE CALDER...OF COURSE THAT DESERVES A POST!!!! What better way to celebrate than with some cowboy calder cale?

Warnings: cursing, awkwardness

Word Count: 2,799

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Stampede was by far one of your favorite parts of summertime. Calgary erupted with good food and drinks and some great music. Of course, it was the last weekend of Stampede before you were finally able to make your way downtown to enjoy it. 

Having dipped out of work early, like pretty much everyone else since it was Friday after all, you went home and changed into a pair of denim shorts, a white tank and a light flannel shirt. Throwing on your seldom worn cowboy boots and grabbing your hat, you drove into downtown near Stampede Park. 

Cale and his family were already here and you texted him to see where they wanted to meet up. Grabbing your wallet you clipped your keys onto your shorts and pocketed your phone after receiving Cale’s text in response. Finally throwing your hat on, you weaved through crowds of people after entering the park, making your way over to the location Cale had directed you to. 

Spotting Cale before the rest of his family, you made your way over wrapping him in a friendly hug. You still hadn’t told your families you were together but it had only been four days since you’d shared your first ‘I love you’s’. Cale looked sexy as fuck dressed in jeans, his own flannel and cowboy hat. 

Thankfully you were distracted when Laura came over, pulling you away from her eldest son to chat about the plans for the night and whatever else was on her mind. It wasn’t long before Cale and Taylor were both pulling you away to go ride a couple rides and you laughed as the brothers bickered over which rides you needed to go on first. It had been like this every year for as long as you could remember and the outcome was always the same. Cale would claim older brother privilege while Taylor would plead for you to take his side. 

“I’m picking the first ride.” You declared pinching both boys in the side as you turned to walk toward your favorite. 

“Wait..what...that’s not how this goes?” Taylor sputtered. 

“It is now.” You insisted as you climbed onto the first ride. Taylor was pouting but Cale just shook his head going with the decision you’d made. 

“Oh stop the pouting.” You teased, bumping your shoulder against Taylor’s as you exited the ride a few minutes later. “You’re not a kid anymore.” 

“But I’m still…”

“The baby...I know.” You said shaking your head. “Your pick bud.” You proclaimed, causing Cale to whine. 

“Just make your brother happy...you know we’ll do your ride next.” You whispered as Taylor practically ran ahead to the next ride. Cale grumbled a bit but went along and you shook your head. “I forget that I have to babysit the two of you every year.” You joked. “I thought I was done with that when you both became adults.” 

Taylor’s ride was one of Cale’s least favorites, but he went along with it anyway before quickly dragging both of you to his choice after. By the time you finished that and the one ride all three of you agreed on, both of their stomachs were growling loudly. 

“Okay boys...let’s go find mom and dad.” You declared. The words had slid from your mouth without a second thought and while Cale didn’t seem to notice them either, Taylor did a double take as he raced to catch back up. 

The five of you got dinner at one of the many food stands before settling in at a picnic table to eat. Conversation flowed easily, you truly felt like a part of this family and that was even without considering your new relationship with Cale. Though a tiny part of you was worried about what his family would think...what your family would think...you felt confident that nothing was really going to change. You fit here and your relationship with Cale could only improve that. 

After dinner, you all started walking around, stopping at various vendor tents, killing time before heading over to the Nashville North stage for the nightly concert. 

“We’re going to go get drinks...why don’t you and Cale head to grab spots?” Laura declared. As Cale’s family walked in the other direction, you looked over at Cale. He really looked so fucking handsome and you couldn’t help but slip your hat off as you took a step closer to him, pressing up for a kiss. You’d been wanting to kiss him all afternoon but had refrained...now you couldn’t help yourself any longer. Cale’s hand slid into the curve of your back as he kissed you again, neither of you noticing that Laura had doubled back toward you, the question about whether you wanted a certain type of cider falling off as she witnessed you locking lips with her son.

“Are you two kidding me??” She practically shrieked, her eyes wide. His mother’s voice drew Cale’s attention and he pulled back from the kiss like he’d been shocked. It took another second for her voice to register in your ears as well but once it had you turned around, your stomach twisting violently. 

This was NOT how you planned to tell your families. 

Cale’s thumb rubbed circles against your back and though his cheeks were red, he still radiated an air of confidence as he looked over at Laura who had hardly moved. 

“What did you need mom?” He questioned, flipping the subject on its head away from the embarrassment flooding your cheeks. Laura repeated her question about the cider and when no response fell from your lips, Cale answered for you. 

“We’re going to talk about this later.” Laura mumbled as she looked between the two of you again. 

“Sure mom.” Cale agreed, his lips grazing against the top of your head. As she walked away, you turned in Cale’s arms, burying your head against his chest. “Well I don’t think that was what we had in mind.” He chuckled. 

“I blame the damn cowboy hat.” You mumbled, your words pulling a full laugh from Cale’s body. “Fuck.” You added, groaning softly. 

“It’s fine Y/N.” Cale insisted. “You know my parents love you. Yeah mom is a little shocked but it’s all gonna be fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

“Cale...your mom just saw me with your tongue down my throat…” You whined. 

“And she’s probably planning at least the engagement party if not the wedding…” Cale teased. “Hey…” He soothed. “I love you okay. Take a breath.” His arms tightened around you in a full hug and he pressed soft kisses along your head. “So our timing still sucks...but bright side…at least now we don’t have to figure out how to tell them.” 

Though you still weren’t fully composed, you let Cale pull you to the concert venue, where he pulled you back into his chest, his hands falling to your hips. When his family joined you it wasn’t clear whether Laura had said anything to Gary and Taylor or not. No one said anything about it at least, and you took the glass Taylor handed you, eagerly taking a large sip. 

Thankfully the band tonight was a good one and you were able to lose yourself in the music. The alcohol in the cider and the heat from Cale’s palm also helped ground you letting you enjoy yourself until the band packed up for the night and it was time to head home. 

“I’ll ride with Y/N and we’ll meet you back at the house.” Cale declared. Laura looked like she wanted to protest but a look from Gary silenced her and they headed off with Taylor in the direction of their car while Cale followed you to yours. “Want me to drive?” He inquired. “Or are you good?” 

Without hesitation you tossed him your keys, sliding into the passenger seat as anxiety crept back up on you. 

“Sweetheart...you gotta breathe.” Cale urged, his hand squeezing your own as he navigated through traffic. “I know you’re embarrassed but...you’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be and I’m starting to think you’re not just embarrassed about the timing but about me.” 

Cale’s confession was vulnerable and you cursed silently, forcing yourself to take a deep breath. 

“You know that’s not it right? I love you. I just…” Every thought that had been racing through your head since you heard Laura’s voice now seemed utterly foolish and hurtful framed by Cale’s thoughts. 

“You’re right. We have nothing...or at least very little...to be embarrassed about.” You breathed. “I’m sorry for hurting you. That wasn’t my intention.” 

“I know it wasn’t.” Cale spoke softly. Regret sat uncomfortably in your stomach for the rest of the drive and once Cale put the car in park, you immediately unbuckled before racing around to his side. 

“I love you. I could never be embarrassed about being with you.” You whispered, pulling him into a soft but deep kiss. The sound of car doors slamming caused Cale to pull away and you looked up to find his family walking up the driveway behind you. “Let’s go share all the good news.” You murmured, your hand trailing down Cale’s chest gently until that smile you loved so much had returned to his face. 

“Yeah...let’s.” He agreed, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you headed into the house. 

Cale’s family was waiting for you in the kitchen and though the weight of their gazes on you almost felt like an interrogation, you moved to grab bottles of water for you and Cale before settling onto a bar stool as Cale moved to stand behind you. 

It seemed like no one wanted to be the first to speak, but eventually it was Taylor who broke the silence. 

“Now the king size bed makes more sense.” His mumble made your jaw drop and you felt Cale fighting back a laugh. Seeing both your expressions and the looks of confusion on his parents’ faces Taylor continued. “What? She put a double bed in the master when she moved in and then swapped it with a king a week later...that made no sense. Now it does.” 

“Have you two been together this whole time?” Laura questioned, hurt flickering over her face. 

“If you mean since mid-May...yeah.” You admitted softly. 

“Two months...you’ve been together almost two months...and you didn’t think to tell us? Why?” Reaching across the island, you rested your hand over hers hoping that she wouldn’t pull away. 

“We kinda just wanted to feel it all out for ourselves first.”

“I didn’t want to have to answer a million questions when I went to see her.” You and Cale answered at the same time, though his answer was far more blunt than yours. 

“We were getting ready to tell you…” You sighed. “Just not like that.” 

“You mean I wasn’t supposed to find out by catching the two of you making out?” Laura teased, the mood in the room lightening significantly. 

“Apparently that was the cowboy hat’s fault.” Cale ribbed you to his whole family, his hands rubbing over your shoulders. 

“Throw me under the bus why don’t you.” You sassed back, sticking your tongue out at him as you tipped your head back. Cale pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you lowered your head and you smiled, heat rising in your cheeks. 

“How did this even happen?” Gary finally chimed in. “I mean I know your mother has been hoping for it for years but…” 

Though you left out quite a few details, you explained to Cale’s family how you’d realized something was there back in Denver but how you’d both waited until he came home before deciding to actually give it a shot. Taylor didn’t seem super interested and after giving you a quick hug and sharing a look with Cale he mumbled that he was going upstairs. 

“So when I suggested you take her to Iceland with you?” Laura mentioned, refocusing the conversation after Taylor’s disappearance. 

“I was already planning on asking.” Cale stated. Watching the two of you for a moment - the way you looked at each other, how your bodies reacted to each other - her eyes suddenly went wide. 

“There are more pictures aren’t there?” She gasped.

“Yeah there are more.” You nodded, taking Cale’s phone as he dropped it into your hands so that you could pull up the album. Sliding the phone across the island, you watched as Gary and Laura scrolled through them for a few minutes. When she looked up, tears were in her eyes and you couldn’t help but slide off of your stool to round the island. 

With your arms wrapped around her tightly, you felt your heart swell. 

“This is serious?” She whispered. Nodding, you smiled. 

“As serious as it gets.” You agreed. “We don’t know what the future holds...but we plan on finding out together.” A glance over at Cale almost made you cry because you could see in his eyes how much he enjoyed seeing you like this with his mom. 

“I already told her I love her.” Cale admitted. 

“No…” Laura gasped, the excitement on her face growing. 

“Yeah mom...we’ve said I love you.” You said. Laura’s face froze for a moment before she blinked quickly. 

“You just called me mom…” Though her words expressed shock, her face was hopeful and though you hadn’t even realized the implications of your word choice, you shrugged. 

“In love with your son or not...you’ve always been my second mom.” You insisted. “I guess I never realized that I hadn’t called you that before.” 

“I’d love for you to call me mom.” Laura promised. “You’ve always been my daughter but maybe my son will finally make it official.” Cale’s face was a mix of ‘don’t look at me’ and ‘you can bet on it’ and you sent him a smile. 

“There’s no rush on that. Right now we just want to enjoy the summer. Enjoy each other. We’ll take things a step at a time from there.” You assuaged her. 

“You don’t know how happy I am right now.” Laura nearly squealed. “Still a little shocked but so happy.” Hugging her again, you watched as she moved to hug Cale as well, leaning up to whisper in his ear causing his cheeks to flush. 

“You’ve always made him a better person.” Gary’s voice floated quietly to your ears. “He’s scored way outta his league with you.” 

“I don’t know about that.” You denied, stepping into Gary’s open arms. “Is it cool if I call you dad?” You whispered, hesitantly. 

“Of course it is.” He quickly agreed. “You are our daughter after all.”

Pulling back, you let out a yawn. “Cale...why don’t you take your girl home.” Gary instructed. 

Promising Laura that you would tell your own parents over the weekend, you eventually made your way out the door with Cale. You felt like you were about to burst from the love and acceptance you felt and you couldn’t help but kiss Cale as he moved to open your car door for you. 

“I told you it would be fine.” Cale murmured. 

“Don’t get used to always being right.” You warned jokingly. 

Cale’s hand fell to your thigh on the short ride home and you just watched him as he drove, your brain replaying tonight’s conversations in your head. 

It wasn’t until you climbed out of your car that you spoke again. 

“So do you think dad told you to bring me home so that you didn’t have to be pestered by mom all night?” 

“Maybe...either way I’m not complaining.” Cale smirked, unlocking your front door, holding it open for you. Kicking off your boots, you started down the hall toward the bedroom. Undressing in silence, you fell into bed beside Cale. You didn’t have to sleep alone tonight and that was honestly the best part of all of this. 

“I love you calling my parents mom and dad.” He whispered as your bodies curled together. “I never really thought about that aspect of things but you having that close of a relationship with them just makes me fall even more in love with you.” 

“I love them. Almost as much as I love you.” Your soft chirp turned to a shriek as Cale tickled you before pressing his lips to yours. The heat behind the kiss was minimal, enough to turn it into a make-out session but not enough to push it into anything more. Instead you just shared lazy kisses until you were practically falling asleep. 

And wrapped in Cale’s arms you slept soundly for the first time in two weeks.