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SHELTER — E.BUCKLEY | sept. prompts !

A/N: okay I failed myself in saying I wouldn’t fall victim to being in love with Buck…sorry Eddie. I also did say I was going to write for Eddie too in my other sept. prompt but when you do dives on tiktok they always provide the tea/controversy so idk rn lol maybe,,,maybe not! if you catch my drift—it’s giving thee ick. Anyways here’s some fluff! I’ve been binge-watching the show for awhile now ( I occasionally watched it from time to time when it was live on tv) from the beginning and I’m currently half way through season five and don’t want to get to season six just yet since who knows when the next season will be. I’m looking at you companies who feel like it’s okay to take advantage of people :) 🖕🏾

Prompts are from here + I’m using: 22.) Misty morning at the beach + 23.) Cold night cuddles + 29.) Rain storm

WARNINGS: mentions of mental health + hints of SAD, mentions of cults, mentions of death, slight language, protectiveness + fluff.

*GIF AND PHOTO DO NOT BELONG TO ME!

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there was something about September’s that never sat right with Amaryllis, “Lissy.” It always brought nothing but gloom along with dread to her entire being and perhaps it had to do with her upbringing (was it the fact that her father was also born in September?) that set the chemicals off in her brain; even if she didn’t intentionally think about it. It always happened around this time but Lissy knew what it was physically but learned to push it away especially when the disappearance of Maddie came to surface.

And when she returned to Buck’s place spotting the purple bruise that took up a good portion of his eye, she also stuffed this dull feeling further away although it almost always still lingered no matter how much she shooed it away. When she witnessed the harm done to Buck, her instinct was to immediately go after the person who gave that to Buck. Her gut feeling was telling her that this didn’t come from work, of course it could have (being a old fire fighter herself) if things went left on the job but Lissy’s seen enough wounds in her life to know this was blunt force inflicted by someone else.

Her fiancé couldn’t lie for anything, trying his best to dodge her brown eyes and move around the house but once someone brought anguish to her man, a fire bubbled in her chest. She was always ready to protect despite knowing Buck’s impulsive behavior, she was already pointing the finger at someone else. Until she learned it came from Chimney, which made her stand frozen at the top of the steps that led to Buck’s bedroom.

“I’m sorry, who?” Lissy had her eyes in slits, making sure what she heard was right.

Buck peered down at his folded hands as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, “It was Chimney, okay? He found out that I knew more than he did about Maddie and he didn’t take it so well.”

“…I understand being frustrated but taking it out on you is not okay.”

Buck held his head down as he whispered, “Maybe I should have been more vocal about what Maddie was going through…then maybe just maybe my sister would be here right now.”

Lissy bit down on her bottom lip harshly. She also knew about Maddie’s mishap with Jee-Yun when Buck told her one night—just venting and she didn’t say anything to Chimney either, her concern was also just trying to talk to Maddie and check in with her but unfortunately that was not enough. If Chimney knew this would he have taken his anger out on Lissy too? Regardless Lissy was the type of person to always have her guard up with a smile yet she was also good friends with Chimney, he was a great friend but she wouldn’t lie and say she also wasn’t pissed with him right now.

She was just itching to call him up or pull up on him to give him a piece of her mind too. Lissy knew what mountains of pain can do to you and sometimes you don’t react the way that you should, which is why she tried her best to swallow her anger so that she could comfort the man she gets to call her husband some day.

“We don’t know that,” Lissy starts as she steps to Buck to grip his warm face, “because Maddie is going through a dark space and she wants to figure it out on her own, without us, when she doesn’t have to but felt like that was her best option for her and Jee. Sure we absolutely could have mentioned it to Chimney but Maddie is always going to seek help the best way she knows how. That’s just how she is, we know that and it’s not any of our faults or her’s. Life is hard sometimes…even harder when your head is against you opposed to your heart…and I’ll forever stand by the fact that you did not deserve what Howard did. You hear me?”

Buck wouldn’t meet Lissy’s ink colored eyes but she fought to catch his and when his fresh spring rain colored ones met her’s, he held her stare. Her eyes swam with so much determination and care, although he didn’t necessarily believe or agree with what the woman with the simmering auburn hair was saying to him in this moment, he felt how sincere her words were.

She was always going to be by his side, much like his big sister was, even if it was at a distance for a split time.

Maddie’s time.

“I love you Liss,” Buck croaked out, his hands sliding over her hips to lock around the small of her back before pressing his cheek into her stomach.

Her hands cradled the back of his shoulders and the other pressed to the back of his head. She leans down to place a kiss to the top of his deep brown hair, “And I love you back.”

A trip to the east coast was a drastic change in weather and scenery. Buck was originally from the east coast so this felt familiar while Lissy’s roots were in South Carolina. She came up with the idea to go on this trip to just get away from everything, even if it was only for a weekend. Buck was reluctant to go on his trip since he felt like maybe he should be out there with Chimney and his niece searching for Maddie, if he picked up his damn phone that is! Chimney did however when Lissy called him the next night while Buck was in the shower. Although in Buck’s perspective, he just wanted to know where Maddie is and if she was safe. If she left without him or Chimney, then there was a reason for that. That was something he understood although Chimney did not.

“Hello, Amaryllis.” Chimney greeted dryly as he decided to answer that night.

No one’s ever simply called Lissy by her government really—unless you were her wicked deceased father, everyone had nicknames in the 118 family but they both knew this conversation would be serious. Chimney kept the phone ringing for what seemed like forever and Lissy was also prepared to leave a voicemail if needed.

Lissy scoffed, “huh. Howard. so glad you know how to pick up a phone. I have something very simple to tell you so I’ll keep this brief. Don’t you ever put your hands on Buck like that again, or we’re definitely going to have some problems and I don’t want to have a problem with you brother-in-law.”

“Oh, Is that so?”

“That’s what I said, yeah.”

“Imagine if Maddie did what Buck did, how exactly would you feel?”

“I wouldn’t put my hands on another abused woman that’s for damn sure.”

Chimney’s quiet then, “no you probably wouldn’t…but I’m not ready to forgive Buck so tell him to stop trying to reach out and you can also cut the shit with your threats.”

Chimney knows Lissy’s backstory and how much that screwed her brain up, considering they had to pull her in on a case that had to do with cults once in the outskirts of the city.

She had to get into the mind of a cult-leader much like her own father was. That was what really pushed her to seek out help again (the years of dealing with child psychologists would forever be embedded into her brain) and it really wasn’t that long ago that Lissy stopped. After all, maybe she understood Maddie more than she was letting on, although it was different with Maddie being a mother and Lissy handling childhood trauma, she was still the most empathic; which commonly threw others for a loop majority of the time. However Chimney’s anger was blinding everything and he couldn’t be reasonable right now.

Lissy states, “As long as I make myself clear.”

“Well let me make this clear to you, Maddie is the mother of my child, I love her and she deserves to be here with us. She deserves to know that she’s not a terrible person or mother although I’m ticked with her too but Jee-Yun deserves a mother in her life! I can’t just sit on my ass like Buck and let her figure this all out on her own. what kind of man would I be if I wasn’t by her side?”

Lissy talks with experience,“I get that Chimney and we love her too, never stopped. Maddie practically raised Buck so why would you think for one second that he would ever stop loving her? because he chose a different route than you would? He’s her brother. I get that you want to be there but not everyone heals the best or copes well when their loved ones are hovering, especially if they’re afraid to hurt them again.”

“Maddie never hurt anyone! Don’t you get it?!”

More than he would ever know.

“She doesn’t see it that way.”

Chimney snaps, “You seem to have the answers for everything don’t you Amaryllis? do you know where Maddie’s run off to huh? Are you also keeping secrets like your shit stain of a fiancé?”

“I’m telling you to watch how you talk about him,” Lissy deeply exhales her warning as her fingernails dig into the palm of her hand, while she stands at the island counter before carrying on with her phone pressed to her ear, “Buck is still your chosen family and you love him too despite the anger you’re throwing around. I hope you get through that at some point, Howard. Best of luck to you, give Jee my love.”

Her calm demeanor irritated Chimney so he finalizes, “I won’t, so save it.”

And with that the line goes dead.

When she’s off the phone, she’s pinching at the space in between her brows and jumps a bit as she feels hands circle around her waist. She smells Buck’s body wash of Cedarwood, Vetiver, tangerine, and Oud before he presses his chin into her shoulder.

“Everything okay?” he quietly asks, his voice almost soothing that feeling that wants to seep upwards to her brain again.

A small smile stretches onto her full lips as she rests a hand right on top of Buck’s locked ones that are wrapped around her waist, “it will be, baby. What do you think about heading out to Hampton Beach this weekend?”

“Like? New Hampshire?” Buck questions, a slight furrow appearing against his brows, “Not that I wouldn’t love a baecay with you but is now really the best time for that?”

Lissy snorts at the nickname for vacation which lets her know he’s been watching some vlogs again and says, “everyone needs a get away once in awhile. We can discuss it more over dinner…so what are we feeling tonight? Anything except Thai, my stomach needs a break, Ev.”

He raises his hands in surrender as Lissy turns to face him. His eyes scan over her face, noticing the bags on her pretty freckled face that slowly became more prominent. She still looked stunning to him in any state and when she sent him a sweet smile that usually seemed to reach her eyes, he couldn’t tell her no.

“How about Venezuelan?” It was one of her favorites and Buck knew how to compromise in this loving relationship, “and that trip? I’ll really think about it.”

He couldn’t promise but since his mind was always running, he knew he would anyway.

With some persuasion from mainly Bobby and everyone else, that’s how Buck and Lissy were on a flight to “The Switzerland of America!”

Lissy’s not sure how long she’s been awake in the bed post, laying beside Buck, head resting on her tucked hands as she stares out towards the curtain covered window. The hotel was surely giving bed and breakfast with its colonial style and old like furniture but felt charming nonetheless. That’s until the creaking sounded with each movement, more so than at night that had her questioning if there were ghosts watching them sleep which happened to be much louder than Buck’s snoring apparently.

The auburn haired woman completely forgot to put a nose strip on him when they got here while he shuffled around in the bed like he commonly did but after the afternoon flight, they rushed up to their room, shared a shower and went downstairs to the tavern in the late afternoon a little before it closed at five for: one glass of Riesling and a bottle of Heineken for Buck, a cup of chowder on the side that Buck raved about, whereas Lissy personally thought it was bland and steak tips for himself, while Lissy went for the linguini tossed with herb roasted vegetables, which of course Buck teased her for.

“You’re not getting any of my beef, those veggies are not gonna feel you up, babe.” Buck laughed as he stabbed his fork into the steak.

Which wasn’t necessarily true since he had no issue sharing a spoon full of chowder about ten minutes ago before their main dishes came out.

Lissy hummed, disagreeing since she was definitely a pasta loving woman and got filled off carbs pretty quick but decided to taunt the man as she said, “I’ve already had my share earlier in the shower don’t you remember? I think I’ll be just fine.”

Buck stopped chewing to meet Lissy’s wink and had a few flashbacks of what was supposed to be a innocent shower turned not so innocent, “Behave.”

Now it was Saturday morning and she was awake before Buck. Lately she’s been waking up pretty early although she mainly worked the night time shift as a medical examiner, which Buck hated if she stayed over at his place. They hardly got the chance to spend nights together with their hectic schedules. Trust this wasn’t always Lissy’s desired path of careers but ultimately it probably made the most sense. With Lissy’s draining violent and psychological upbringing, she thought she would never see the light of day until she got away from the farm and was placed into an orphanage and then a helpful foster home that ended up wanting to adopt her.

She learned so much throughout her twenty-eight years of life and wanted to provide some sort of comfort to those who have passed on along with those that lost them. She wasn’t able to do that for her own mother who died not long after the birth of her baby sister, granted she was only six but she had to witness it. At least with death on the farm where the cult her father led, they gave each a proper send off.

That always stuck with Amaryllis no matter how twisted it may seem to outsiders.

“What are we doing today?” Buck says with sleep still deep in his tone, pressing his nose into Lissy’ shoulder, breathing her in, as he curls up against her.

It’s seven-nineteen in the morning.

Lissy blinks, “let’s go to the beach.”

“To get our early morning work out in? We didn’t get to go on our walk last night, so hell yeah, let’s go!”

Buck is full of cheers but Lissy let’s out a small laugh.

“I didn’t say all that. We’re on vacation! Who wants to work out on vacation?”

Gym rats, that’s who! Buck was 75% there.

“I’m gonna have alcohol poisoning by how many times you say ‘vacation’ on this trip aren’t I?”

“Oh, Shut up, Ev.”

Buck got used to Lissy appreciating the little things and yeah he found it enduring. Although he initially thought of someplace better than New Hampshire, he still planned on taking her all over the world since she never had that experience. Buck wanted to try his damn hardest to give Lissy the world.

Once upon a time, Lissy had a sheltered life, it was what she was used to and Buck was rebellious and always strived to do what someone told him not to do. They might have not liked it but at least he was able to say he fucking did it no matter the outcome.

Take that how you will.

And he found something special in the woman that lay before him. He wanted to share and see the world with her because there was no one else he wanted or imagined that more with. She made him happy and feel truly understood, always ready to listen to his side first, to be adventurous, and open to loving all that he is. In a way sure she made him nervous at times, since he’s never felt like he could be so raw in relationships before but he didn’t have to question when it came to her.

He guess it was true when they say you know you found the one the day you peer into their eyes long enough.

He’s chuckling before he presses a kiss to her clothed shoulder underneath the sheets, turning over his shoulder to reach for his phone to peer at the time since the alarm clock was turned on a odd angle on Lissy’s side of the bed.

“Eh, I’d rather lay here a little longer first. Let’s get up around seven-thirty or seven-forty five, huh?”

They were both early birds.

“Sure,” Lissy shrugs as Buck gets comfortable throwing his arm over her comforter covered body.

His touch was all she needed to close her eyes.

It was eight fifty when they settled onto the beach which was eight minutes away by car. The plaid blanket Lissy had spread out for them on the sand was just enough as they sat shoulder to shoulder, eyes out on the pale blue-gray waves that spun around on this Misty morning on the beach. Buck had his cup of flat white coffee, which he had to switch with Lissy since his iced coffee was too cold for him now on this sixty-five degree beach. He didn’t even care for coffee like that but he really got accustomed to it once he became a firefighter and it kept him wide-awake during over-time shifts.

“You know? this flat white isn’t too bad. It’s not what you always get right?”

Lissy’s nose crinkles a bit in humor as she sips at the cold iced mocha, which was a little too sweet for her liking but she masked it well, “I asked for extra milk and two sugars just in case.”

“So you knew—wow.” Buck stuck his tongue into his cheek, “You really do love me.”

“Yeah I do and don’t you forget it,” Lissy playfully pointed at the blond who slipped a hand around her back to rub as she leaned into him so he could kiss her temple and provide some warmth back.

And they sunk into each other as they watched the ocean come alive. Normally Buck didn’t mind the ocean but after with what happened with Christopher…the thought of the big body of water did give him a bit of anxiety until therapy gave him some peace. It also helped that he always had the love of his life to steer his mind away from the worries of life…for a little while at least.

The beach was serene and there werent too many people around that lingered yards away; Buck was sure that would be a complete contrast as the town rose to the day despite the gloom the skies brought.

Buck mumbled against Lissy’s hair, “Will you still say the same when I kick your butt at the arcade when it opens later?”

“Thats debatable.”

“I knew it,” Buck shared a laugh with the freckled face woman.

The couple later ventured off to another restaurant on the boardwalk for lunch around eleven thirty, eating lightly since their bellies were slightly full from the coffee before trailing down the boardwalk hand in hand. From souvenir shops where they got dorky but cute matching lounge shirts, to candy stores where Buck had a field day and wanted to take some home for Christopher since he was sure he would eat his share before they boarded the plane on Sunday afternoon, to finally stopping at a jewelry shop where Lissy went crazy buying all sorts of crystals that Buck still had no idea what they even mean. She even bought him a little glass turtle necklace that he just had to proudly wear around for the rest of the evening.

They ended up at the arcade by five pm and it was basically all fun between the two. Of course both wanted to win and it was close but the last game…Lissy had Buck in the end.

Literally and figuratively.

Buck sighs, “Alright fine, what do you want?”

“Kiss my ring first.”

“Oh this ring? The 1.5ct 18k opal stone with Moissanite accents? I don’t think your partner would like that very much.” He’s holding onto her fingers with pride and a smirk.

“Who’s to say he’s the one who gave it to me? Perhaps I’ve made this purchase all on my own, Mr.! Loving yourself first is the true key to finding love in someone else.”

“Well that’s true and I can’t be mad at that…but just curious, did you find that somebody?”

Lissy grins up at Buck as she locks her arms over his shoulders and Buck keeps his hands playfully raised, “I sure did, sugar. I’m looking right at him.”

And Buck seals her words with a kiss, guiding her right by the chin so their lips could meet. Buck can feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose as they held each other in place, before they slowly moved their lips together in sync. His rosy lips were always so soft against her full and sweet ones and Lissy never got tired of kissing Buck. He always held her with so much tenderness and any day in his arms felt like a vacation to her.

When they broke apart, forehead to forehead, her round eyes flicked up to Buck’s awaiting spring floating into summer eyes, “I want the stuffed lobster.”

Buck snorted as he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling a bit, “yeah, of course you do. C’mon then.”

She bounced on her toes, letting her hands slide down from his chest just for him to grip her hand once more, leading her to the counter to claim her gift.

They’re back on the boardwalk with Buck snapping solo pictures of Lissy modeling at ease (along with off guard ones) with the vibrant red lobster and people moving about. It’s around seven with the sky slowly shifting to navy and the puff of clouds remaining gray; the air is still steamy but breezy and the married couple to be realizes their time on the illuminated boardwalk will be cut short as a single raindrop falls to the center of Lissy’s parted hair.

“Hey,” Lissy peeks up at the sky then, while Buck is getting his poses out in the mirror outside with a bucket hat and shades on.

Buck is asking Eddie on FaceTime, “How do I look man?”

“Like an assclown.” Lissy hears as she looks around the boardwalk, noticing that people began to take cover into the nearby stores.

Lissy takes that as a sign and starts, “Ev…”

Just as the rain begins pelting hard against the wooden walkway, giving the indication that it would definitely hurt if they decided to run through it.

“Liss?” Buck calls out as he watches her balance the stuffed lobster in between her thighs then gathered her blown out hair up into claw clip after quickly tying it into a ponytail, “Eddie it’s down pouring. I’ll call you later!”

She steps back into the hard rain, a single arm spread out in her copper sweater, while the other holds her lobster, russet dress underneath twirling a bit with a spin she does, a wide smile spreading out onto her lips as she calls out over the loud water, “let’s go!”

He calls back, “Where to?”

“Anywhere!” She laughs and Buck can’t help but to shake his head as he tosses the hat back on the hook then places the shades onto the near by table.

He runs out to her then, interlacing his soft but strong hand into her own, water saturating both of their faces harshly and he dips his head at Liss before they take off together into the rain storm full of laughter and full of love.

Buck and Lissy couldn’t tell you how long they sat in the rental car but it wasn’t nearly as long as they ran in the rain together. He questioned if it would be weird ordering some delivery service for dinner to arrive at the hotel that had a tavern downstairs but Lissy simply shrugged her shoulders as her drying hair became bigger in its natural state.

Buck left briefly to sit in front of the fireplace outside of the tavern in the lobby which reminded him of his stuffy grandparents living room, waiting on their dinner after yet another lengthy shower. Everything seemed to be more in slow motion, like time was infinite for them both. When their dinner arrived, Buck wasted no time getting back to their charming bedroom to see Lissy sitting cross legged on the bed, still in a robe eating a mud pie that looked real familiar on the menu last night.

“No way are you eating that without me.” Buck comments as he places the bag onto the desk nearby.

Lissy covers her mouth as she tries to chew through the heaviness, “surprise! I’ll share.”

“How nice of you,” Buck laughs as he begins taking the containers of food out just for Lissy to appear behind him holding the dessert up to his lips with a fork.

Buck sighs in contentment, opening his eyes back to see Lissy nodding at him in agreement, “That has no business being that freaking good…you think we can have that as the wedding cake?

Lissy’s chest swells just thinking about the day, although they haven’t set a date yet and Buck talks about the wedding more than she does lately, it still brings her immense joy that someone like Buck would want to do life with her. He was patient and she learned all about his past relationships, which were way more than her’s—which she didn’t judge him for by any means but sometimes she still had to pinch herself to see if this was all real.

“It’s certainly a option, baby.” She runs her fingers over his stubble.

Together they sit back against the bed, Lissy in between Buck’s legs as they eat out of their containers of food, Lissy holding her own in her lap while Buck’s is off to the side of his, the brick wall behind the post bed makes the room chiller but being in each other’s space was all the shelter they need.

Lissy finds herself turning over her shoulder to look at Buck as he’s stuffing his face. When he feels her dark eyes burning into him, he flicks his gaze away from his meal, cheeks full as he sends a boyish laugh her way with a lift of his chin.

“Stop looking at me Mrs. Buck and eat your food.” He says, holding her stare as a single hand gets lost in her much thicker auburn hair.

Lissy laughs, “only if we can have a late night cuddle?”

“Is that not what we’re doing?” Buck asks, sliding his hand to rest back on her thigh.

Lissy shrugs as she faces her meal again, “I’m actually kinda cold.”

“What? Not my woman who likes to keep the thermostat on Antarctica. Wait…are you wearing anything under there?” Buck slides his hand up her torso first but she slaps his hand from lifting the opening of the robe.

She wags her finger in front of Buck’s eyes repeating, “Not uh, eat your food.”

Buck rolls his head around with a groan, “well how am I supposed to eat this if I’m curious now?”

“Just look at Brutus over there.” She points at the stuffed lobster that sits in the desk chair.

Buck pursed his lips after a moment, “My god that thing is ugly.”

“Don’t talk about our son like that!”

“Our what?” Buck side eyed Lissy who fought back a laugh.

“He has feelings.”

“Babe, I don’t know if you know this but that’s a stuffed animal and it doesn’t have emotions.”

“That’s the problem with men, y’all don’t know how to be in touch with your feelings.”

“Now wait a minute,” Buck frowns, “Karen or was it May? Somebody! did tell me I’m a cancer moon or something like that. I think I’m very much in touch with my feelings.”

“Hmm, I’m still in disbelief and think you’re more on the Gemini-Cancer cusp.”

Buck blinks, “yeah…whatever that means but it feels offensive so I think we’re ready for bed now.”

“I didn’t finish my nachos,” Lissy whines as Buck is closing up their containers and moving them elsewhere.

Buck shrugs as he leans back against the pillows still sitting up somewhat and pulls Lissy to rest against his chest, “Too bad. It’s my turn to hold you tonight, you did say you were cold and I don’t want you getting sick.”

Lissy huffs as she nestled her cheek into his chest, “…I won’t complain.”

“I know you won’t,” Buck laughs as he squeezes her shoulder and let’s his other hand rest on her hip.

She leans a kiss on his neck and before she can close her eyes for the night, she spies the light box on his side of the bed. She fears that feeling will come back and settle in like dry cement once they’re both back in Los Angeles but for tonight, she revels in the safety of Buck’s arms.

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dyinglikenarcissus · 8 months

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Stripped Naked

Part II

Warnings: 18+ only! Contains: Virgin reader, stripping, alcohol, vaginal intercourse, a couple consenting adults having a good time. It’s pretty vanilla but sometimes all you want is vanilla

You turn several times in your full length mirror to look at your outfit. Does this shirt look okay? It’s not too revealing, is it?…Is it revealing enough? Ugh! This is impossible! You’re so excited yet terrified. He’d be here any moment and you honestly can’t stop shaking.

Do you need a jacket? Or do you not want to bring a jacket so he’ll give you his jacket if you get cold? You can’t wait to steal his giant sweaters. You moan softly at the idea. Getting to cuddle in it while watching movies on his couch. Then making out on his couch. Then maybe fucking on his couch?

You cover your face in embarrassment.

That’s not going to happen. Well, it should happen. But not now! Eventually. It should hopefully happen…one day…

A knock at your door pulls you from your thoughts.

He’s here!

You grab your purse and race down the hall. Wait! You stop halfway to the door and take a deep breath. You don’t want to look frantic. You’re cool. You’re calm. You’re collected. You’re just going on a date with a gorgeous blond. No big deal.

You squeal quietly and recompose yourself to answer the door.

“There’s my sunshine girl,” Steve grins so brightly and holds out his arms for you. You happily fall into them. He’s so warm and big and perfect. “You ready for this?”

“I have no idea. Am I?” you laugh. He refused to tell you anything about this date. He told you to wear something cute but comfortable, something you can stretch in. It was an odd and vague request. But I’m sure you always look cute 😉 he finished and you remember your face heating beyond your control as you read that message. You didn’t know what classified as cute but comfortable but you know you look cute. You just don’t know if he’s going to ask you to scale a building or play basketball or just sit in the grass. So you hoped leggings and bralette top would work.

“You look don’t look cute at all,” he frowns tapping a bouquet of sunflowers against his palm. “You look far too sexy to be comfortable.” You giggle and shake your head at him. “I brought these for you but you don’t seem capable of following such a simple order of cute but comfortable.”

“Steve!”

“That’s ‘sir’ to you, little miss. Can you do squats in those?”

“Yes,” you laugh. “They’re leggings.”

“Show me.”

“You can’t be serious,” you sigh with an eye roll.

“That was an order.” He points at you and ticks his finger down then back up.

You give him a look and place your purse on the table by the door. “Fine,” you mutter.

Steve grabs your chin and forces your gaze back up to him. “‘Fine’ what?”

“Fine. Sir,” you smirk and turn away from him. And drop into a squat for him and rock your hips just like Megan thee Stallion taught you.

“Shit,” Steve breathes.

“That good?” You ask glancing over your shoulder before adding a quick, “Sir.”

“That’s perfect,” Steve sighs as you stand up. “You sure you don’t want to dance?” You laugh and shake your head. “Acts so shy but I see you. I’ll have you stripping for me one day.”

“Steve!” You shriek in embarrassment.

“Either way, sunshine, these are for you,” he grins and holds out the bouquet for you.

“They’re beautiful,” you smile. “Let me put them in some water. Come in.” You turn toward the kitchen and Steve follows you. “So, are you going to tell me what we’re doing today?”

“Do you know what the word ‘surprise’ means?” He smirks leaning over your kitchen bar.

“Touché, Mr. America,” you smile. “I just want to know if I’m physically ready for whatever you have in store.”

He just gives you a mischievous smile while strumming his fingers against the granite countertop.

“Alright. I’m just going to trust you,” you concede and place your new dining table center piece in it’s new home.

“Something you should’ve started doing weeks ago.”

You give the flowers one last smell before taking Steve’s hand.

Steve’s got the motorcycle again which means you get to snuggle against his back while you ride to where ever your destination is. You barely take in your surroundings as you breathe in his cologne. He’s smells so fresh yet dangerous. Like flowers and cinnamon. You wish you could bathe in him.

“Comfortable back there?” Steve asks when he stops at a light.

“Yeah,” you sigh squeezing his middle a little tighter and earning a chuckle from the blond.

“Super hero training?” You ask as he stops at his destination and takes your borrowed helmet.

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to do this but the guys say it’s something you do with a girl so now I’ve got a girl,” Steve explains, holding out his hand to help you off the bike.

You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh. “You’re not gonna believe this.”

“What? You’ve been here?”

“No, I’ve always wanted to come, too, but my friends aren’t very…athletically inclined.” Steve grins at the revelation and tugs you into the giant gym of a building.

The instructor run through the rules and hands you both masks and badges leaving you for a moment to choose your hero names.

“What are you gonna be?” Steve asks adjusting your mask for you before snapping a selfie.

“I don’t know. You pick,” You smile making a heart with your fingers for his picture.

“This is a big moment! Like picking a stage name and you’re just going to leave it to me?” You nod smiling at how serious he is about this. “How about ‘Cutie with a Bootie’?” You smack his shoulder softly making him chuckle. “Okay. What about ‘Captain Sunshine’? Because you’re my sunshine,” Steve grins and rubs the tip of his nose to yours. You can’t say no to that. You write it in cursive on your name tag. “Your hand writing is so nice. Do mine, too!”

“Yes, sir,” you smile and take his name tag. “What will we call you?”

“Anything but Captain America,” he groans.

“You said it’s like your stage name. It has to be Captain America!” You insist. He just groans and rolls his eyes as you scribe his stage name on the name tag.

The training is so much fun. You were glad they didn’t take themselves too seriously. It was all simulated building scaling and choreographed fights. Steve was very good at those but you accidentally punched him in the stomach. He didn’t seem very phased by it though. You on the other hand excelled at balancing on ‘roof tops’ and using ‘clothes lines’ as tight ropes. All in all, the two of you would probably make mediocre super heroes but you’d have fun doing it.

You fall in a heap on top of Steve after climbing a ‘three story building’ only to fight off ‘aliens’ and rescue a ‘child’ before the building ‘exploded’ in five minutes. The building being a false rock wall, the aliens being one of the other instructors and the child being a stuffed bear. They did have some cool lighting effects for the ‘explosion’. It was all so silly but the two of you enjoyed it far more than any two tax paying adults should.

“I think I’ve successfully worked up an appetite,” Steve sighs holding you against him, his fingers trailing down your arm to tangle in yours. You nod in agreement and attempt to roll off of him but his hold on you is firm. “I like having you here.”

“But we’re out in public,” your whisper eyes widening as you attempt to press away once more.

“I don’t care.” You squirm against him, feeling every bit of discomfort you can possibly manage at this point. Everyone must be staring at you. “Am I embarrassing you?” He asks in an amused tone, letting up just a little to meet your gaze.

Your eyes scan the room but no one even seems to be paying attention to you and the tall blond. Oh.

“No,” you mutter. “I guess not.”

“Then let me snuggle with you,” he insists, squeezing his arms around your waist a little tighter.

He looks like an angel with that beautiful hair mused atop his head and the gym lights seem to hit him perfectly.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Steve grins and pulls you back down against him. “You’re so soft and huggable. I can’t wait to get you in my bed.”

“Steve!” You gasp pushing away once more.

“Not now! Just one day,” he insists pulling you tighter as you attempt to claw away from him like a cat. “My goodness, you’re feisty when you’re embarrassed,” he laughs and you can’t stop the smile from spreading on your face at the sound.

He has a beautiful laugh.

You sit up slightly to watch his smile. So beautiful. “Steve, I had a lot of fun today.”

“I did, too. Thank you for coming with me,” he mutters.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you smile, glancing quickly at his lips before meeting his ocean gaze.

He focuses down on yours for a moment as his hands massage your lower back. “You know, you owe me a kiss.”

“Are you claiming your winnings?”

“Yeah, I think I am,” his tongue darts out to moisten his lips. You place your hands on his chest before taking a deep breath. You haven’t done this in a long time. But it’s like riding a bike, right? You don’t forget.

You lean up and tilt your head slightly, his hand finds the back of your neck pushing you just enough to meet his lips. Oooooh. A soft whine escapes your lips as Steve massages the base of your scalp while gripping your waist a little tighter. It feels so right and perfect. You don’t ever want him to let you go. You could get lost in his plush lips. You grip his shirt as your knees straddle his hips and he pulls you so close you feel you might meld into him.

Then someone clears their throat.

“Um, guys. Our next group is coming in and we have to clean up.” You’re instantly on your feet at the instructor’s words mumbling how sorry you are and tugging Steve along.

He just laughs and sends the instructor a quick smirk. “Can you blame me?” He chuckles gesturing to you as you rush to the door in a panic. “God, that ass doesn’t quit.”

“Sir, we’re not really supposed to comment on anyone’s assets,” the instructor sighs.

“Right. I better go catch her.”

You literally hide behind the menu the waiter places at your table as if the staff from the gym will follow you here.

“Hey,” Steve says tentatively peaking around your menu fort. “Are you still-”

“Yes!” You squeak pulling the menu tighter around you and effectively blocking him out.

“Oh, my little sunshine. It was just a kiss. I’m sure they’ve seen people kiss before.” You just whine softly and attempt to disappear. You hear a soft sigh from Steve before the sound of a near by chair scrapes the concrete. It’s so nice out, Steve decided on an outdoor table at a cafe in the shopping center. You were too busy hiding yourself in his shirt to really notice.

You almost jump when something bumps your chair but it’s just your blond date. “What am I going to do with you?” He asks as he presses his chair as close to yours as possible before wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“Just let me die,” you whimper.

“Nah, I’d miss you too much.” He kisses your hair and tilts the menu back so he can look at it as well. “Have you actually looked at the menu or are you planning your escape from me?”

You glance up at him in shock. “I don’t want to escape you.”

“You certainly are acting like it,” he sighs.

“No! You’re perfect! I’m just a nervous wreck when it comes to…this.” You point between the two of you.

“Do you want to slow down?” Steve asks, massaging the back of your neck with his strong fingers.

You relax slightly under his touch and finally release the death grip you were holding on your menu. “No, I like you. Like, a lot. I’m just not good with…public displays of affection.”

“Is that all?” Steve asks, twirling a curl in his fingers.

“I think so…” You whisper.

“What else is wrong?” He pries. You stare at a word on the menu intently but you can’t read it. You can barely voice your problem without thinking you sound like a child. He won’t want anything to do with you.

Steve’s grip tightens on the base of your skull and directs your gaze up at him. “Talk to me. Please. Let me in. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

But there’s nothing to fix, is there? Maybe there is…

“I-I’m, I’m a,” you take a deep breath and force your head from his grip. You can’t even look at him. “I’m a virgin,” you finally whisper.

“A what?” Steve gawks in disbelief. “No! There’s no way. Here? In America?” He almost laughs at the audacity of the situation but remembers your embarrassment and reigns in his excitement.

“I know. I’m such a baby. I can understand if you don’t want anything to do with me. The night we met was actually the first time I’d ever seen a real life man naked and-“ Steve presses his lips to yours to stop your rant. You startle at first but quickly relax into him.

“That explains so much,” Steve chuckles after he pulls away.

“It does?” You whisper.

He just nods and presses another kiss to the tip of your nose. “I don’t care if you’ve had sex or not. I still like you. I don’t want you to go anywhere. And I don’t want you to feel pressured into having sex with me either.”

“No! I want to have sex with you! Oh my God, that was kinda loud,” you cringe making Steve smile. “I want to,” you insist at a much lower volume. “I’m just a little scared.”

“And that is perfectly normal,” Steve assures you and presses a kiss to your temple. It is? “I was horrified my first time,” he sighs. “I want to go at your pace. You set the rules here.”

“Oh, no. You don’t want me making rules. We’ll never get anywhere.”

“I do. Because I want you comfortable with me.” You look up at him, meeting the ocean gaze once more before pressing up to press a kiss to his lips. “I hope that means you’re comfortable enough to order some food,” he grins making you smile.

He is perfect, isn’t he?

Part I | Part III | Master List

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers fanfic

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missmilkie · 9 days

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My Hero Academia Bf Scenarios

Meeting Again

Sorry about how short this is. I’ve been experiencing hella writer’s block.

2k words

Izuku Midoriya

You saw Deku the following afternoon. He was busy with his hero work all morning before he got the chance to check on your designs.

“Sorry I couldn’t check in with you sooner.” The green haired giant told you with and apologetic expression.

“It’s alright. It gave me time to make a list of possible materials for you to choose from.” You held up a piece of notebook paper with said list.

“That’s very thorough, thank you.”

Deku went through the list, asking questions and discussing the options with you. You explained everything the best you could and were patient with his endless questions.

He ended up paying for dinner to be delivered to the agency. You were asked what you would like, but you weren’t sure what to pick.

“Do you like (insert food)? I know a place that makes the best (insert food).” He had asked after a moment of thought.

“Okay, let’s do that then.”

“Great, I’ll pull up the menu on my phone.”

An assistant brought the food up to where you were working. The two of you ate and continued to talk. The atmosphere was light, and you almost forgot that you were hired by him. It would be a shame when you were done, you probably wouldn’t see him until his next commission. If he liked your work in the first place. Something about him seemed so genuine, so you think he liked you enough.

“Have a good night, (L/n)!” Deku waved to you as you climbed into the car he called to take you home.

“You too, Midoriya!” You let yourself grin at him unrestrained.

Katsuki Bakugo

The next day you were at the agency bright and early for some training. The top sidekicks gave you the rundown of how things worked in their training sessions. You were allowed to wear gym clothes instead of costumes unless you were specifically told not to.

You stepped out of the locker room in a sports bra that looked more like a cropped tank top and some joggers. Your hair was up and out of your face, and you wore your favorite trainers.

“Hey, (L/n)! You’re with me today.” A tall woman who was thick and muscular called out to you.

You made your way across the room to her.

“The name’s Megan Taneuma. Hero name: Thee Stallion!”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Right back at ya. Let’s get into it now.” Megan took a defensive stance against you. “Show me what you’re made of, rookie!”

You teleported to her side and roundhouse kicked at her. She caught you by the shin and threw you. Strength based quirk. You tried to remember what her quirk was. She was a rising star and very popular due to her sexuality and body.

Before you could hit the ground, you teleported above her to drop down and put her in a chokehold. Megan ripped you off of her and punched you, sending you flying. You teleported again, this time to send a full force kick to the back of one of her knees. As she began to fall backwards you teleported again to slam her into the ground with your elbow.

“Not bad.” She smirked.

You teleported away to avoid getting hit by her. You didn’t realize that someone was standing in that spot though. You bumped into what felt like a wall. Turning around, you saw Dynamight.

“Watch where you teleport, (L/n).” He released you from his grip so you could stand on your own.

“Sorry!” You called out before teleporting away. How embarrassing!

Shoto Todoroki

A week later you ran into each other during a fight. Your car was driving you to a high profile mall for some shopping. A villain was loose and intercepted your route. Your car flipped over, and you saw your life flash before your eyes. A sharp pain blossomed on your head before you lost consciousness.

You vaguely remember being pulled out through a window. The hand that grabbed you was so cold. Someone carried you bridal style. Your head leaned against a warm chest. He said something. Yes, he. A man carried you. You tried to figure out what he was saying, but your ears were still ringing.

“Can you open your eyes? Stay awake.” A familiar voice. Where from though?

Your eyes fluttered open to catch sight of a scarred face. Shoto?

“What happened?” You mumbled before crying out at feeling the pain in your head.

“Your car got flipped by a villain.” He set you down, propping you up on a bench. “Where does it hurt?”

“Here.” You pointed to the spot on your head emitting a terrible pain. Your hair felt so heavy. Why did your scalp feel so gross? You brought a hand up to tentatively touch the area. Your fingers were coated in blood.

“Careful. Paramedics will have a hard time getting here. Can you stay awake for me until then?” He looked you in your eyes with his two mismatched ones.

You weren’t sure if you could. It hurt so bad that it was making you nauseous. Your head was spinning. You retched, puking your lunch all over yourself and Shoto.

“Sorry.” Tears streamed down your face from the burning in your head and throat.

“It’s okay. We’ll get you cleaned up as soon as possible.” The hero cleaned around the wound with cotton balls. “Talk to me.”

“I…don’t know…what to say…” you swayed for a moment, Shoto catching you and protecting your head.

“Where were you headed?” He unraveled bandages with one arm.

“The mall.” You let your eyes drift to his handsome face.

“Were you shopping for something specific?”

“I needed a swimsuit for a pool party.” You remembered. A bunch of other celebrities would be there.

“Very good, you remember.” Shoto recalled you mentioning the party over text. “What color do you want?”

“(Fav color).”

“That would look great on you.” Shoto gave a small smile as he finished wrapping your head. Just then the paramedics arrived. Shoto left you in their hands.

Eijiro Kirishima

You didn’t think you’d run into Red Riot so soon. You ended up seeing him a few days later, not too far from where you first met. He was hyping up his sidekicks very loudly across the street.

“Hey, Red!” You called out. “Miss me?”

He whipped around, his grin widening as his eyes landed on you.

“(H/n)! Didn’t think I’d see you so soon.”

You used your flames to fly over the street and meet him.

“I’m thinking next time it should be on purpose.”

“Sounds fun. We should spar or something.” Red Riot suggested eagerly.

“Good idea. I’ll give you my card.” You fished in your pocket for a card with your hero name and number on it. These were for other heroes in case they wanted to team up with you.

“Thanks! I’ll be in touch.”

When you joined your sidekicks where you left them, they were all suspiciously smiling.

“What?”

“Nothing…” one put their hands up in surrender.

“We had no idea our boss had W Rizz!!” The extremely extroverted one with no filter exclaimed.

“Shut the hell up.”

Denki Kaminari

At his next press conference, he caught sight of you in the crowd. You were put together just like the last time he saw you. Hair pulled back professionally and dressed for success. You made direct eye contact with him before he was bombarded by questions. Did he just wink at you?

Chargebolt anticipated your questions, shivering at the memory of your power over him. He gave distracted answers as he was thrown off his game by your unwavering stare. The pencil on your notepad scribbled without faltering even though you weren’t looking.

“How will the inductions of new sidekicks affect your current teams?” You asked finally.

He felt your voice seep into his head, compelling him to tell you what you wanted to know.

“Cellophane and I have some sidekicks that don’t quite get along, but we’ll whip them into shape. Heroes have to be able to cooperate with each other.”

“And these sidekicks have had conflicts in battle before, right?”

“Yes, but we’ve been taking disciplinary action and enforcing team building to combat this.” The blind answered you clearly. You smiled as someone else took their turn.

Tenya Iida

The next day you were at your desk promptly. You still had some things to organize before you continued with managing the chaos that was Ingenium’s work life. A door opened but you paid it no mind as you went about your business.

“(L/n), what time is my meeting with Uravity?”

You looked up to see your boss in his suit without the armor. It wasn’t zipped up all the way, so you caught sight of his exposed chest. A blush blazed across your face as you averted your eyes.

“11 o clock, sir.”

“Thank you.” With that he retreated into his office.

When his door shut, you let out a breath that you had been unaware that you were holding. Why was your boss so fine?! You could already tell that he was buff, but that suit just accentuated everything! How were you going to work and function normally when you were lowkey attracted to your boss?

Deep breaths. You can manage this. Don’t let anything show and just do your work. Organizing his schedule would keep your mind occupied enough, right?

Hanta Sero

That weekend the two of you went out for coffee in the morning. The cafe was calming and quiet, somewhat private from the chaos of the world outside. The food and coffee was delicious too.

“So what got you into modeling? I don’t see a lot of pros in this business.” You asked, stirring your coffee.

“Believe it or not, I’m really into fashion. I’ve seen some popular female pros model, so I figured why not me? It’s fun and I get to meet people outside of the circle of heroes.” He thought for a moment. “It’s refreshing to meet people like you.”

“I imagine modeling is very tame compared to what you normally do.”

“Very much so. I love being a hero though, it’s been my dream since childhood.”

“Is it all you dreamed it would be?” You looked at him in his deep dark eyes.

“Yes and no.” He took a sip of his coffee. “I get to fight criminals and save people, but I have to do a lot of paperwork and being in charge of sidekicks is tough. Plus, injuries are no joke. I'm still scarred even with treatment from some of the best healing quirks.”

“Physically and mentally?”

“Yes. Sometimes you see things on the job that make you sick to your stomach. Some people suffer from nightmares and ptsd. It’s part of the job though, the sacrifice.”

“Romanticizing your suffering doesn’t make it right.” You said calmly, a gentle look in your eyes.

“It’s worth it.” He held your gaze, a smile breaking out onto his face.

Hitoshi Shinso

Shinso stumbled back into your office a few nights later. His arm was worse.

“What did I tell you?!” You helped him out of his shirt. He winced when you moved his arm.

“I tried, but I still got bills to pay, sweetheart.” He hissed at the rag you used to clean his bloody arm.

“Keep this up and you’ll have hella hospital bills too.”

“But seriously. I was easy on it all night. Then a villain got a lucky shot on me.”

“I’m gonna use my quirk to speed along the process.” You popped out a five hour energy drink and took it like a shot. Fingers ghosting over his wound, you focused.

A green glow began surrounding your hand. You felt your mind reach deep enough, small enough to sense the individual cells. Starting at the deepest part, you began transferring energy into them. The current rushing through sped up the production of new cells. You could feel him rebuilding.

“You’re so…warm.” Shinso mumbled, delirious. This was a side effect of your quirk.

Once you healed him about 70%, you stopped. He was bandaged up again, and you guided him to lay down on the bed.

“Rest, Shinso.” You whispered as you covered him in a blanket.

#my hero academia #x reader #boyfriend scenarios #fem reader #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #shoto todoroki #eijiro kirishima #denki kaminari #tenya iida #hanta sero #hitoshi shinsou

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janeirl · 2 years

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a stream of consciousness on what i see as mike’s queercoding in st401 specifically bc i need to ramble ab it since it’s been deteriorating my brain

in episode 1 the first second we see him he’s reading el’s letter. i’ve ran this damn detail into the fucking ground but there’s, of course, his open closet behind him with a “one-way” sign pointing directly to it. i have so many thoughts on this bc first of all the people in charge of decorating the rooms have gotta be on point (and this is a period piece after all). they need to put things in there that they believe the characters would throw in there too. what kind of choice was this if not to see where mike’s mind is?; this is the how i personally interpret it: there’s only one way for mike to go, and it’s the closet (smth smth forced conforming that’s what’s killing kids). but despite this, at school, he’s shown to be growing more comfortable in his own skin. he’s finding clothes that he likes (more of a grunge style; black jeans, black converse, the “hellfire club” shirt topping it off). he doesn’t care anymore that he’s seen as a freak or an outcast, he’s embracing who he is. he seems to be enjoying himself in the hellfire club, and it’s clear that mike feels he can express himself for who he really is when with them. filming choices were MADE when the camera lingered on mike’s expression while watching eddie put on a show in the cafeteria, as most of the bg slightly blurs around mike (i poke at this scene here). he clearly sees him as a role model and it’s interesting since eddie is really vocal on going against society’s expectations. but why would they make this choice to focus solely on mike’s reactions? why not dustin, where he plays more of a role being associated with eddie, as he’s one of the (if not thee) main person trying to help eddie and clear his name? when trying to find subs to fill in for lucas for the campaign, one of the locations mike goes to is a wrestling room to persuade them to join hellfire for a night. now why the fuck would they do that bc that’s umm let’s just say random. idk it’s just the fact that it’s a room filled w all boys working out so why make him specifically go there of all places (to be silly? girl..)?? honestly this is all over the place and i probably missed some things and i’m probably reading too into some other stuff here but it’s been making me sit and think and it’s been a ringing in my ear all month so far. i need to lay down seriously

#twyla’s #it’s my (blog) and i get to (rant ab my favs)#this was in my notes app but im bringing it here 💀#mike wheeler

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Updated Fierce Deity Links Playlist!

I swapped a couple tracks and added a couple Links with their own songs to the list, so I figured it was high time for me to make an update to the original playlist post. This time around I'm going to go into a little more detail as to why I chose each song for each FD Link, rather than just copy/pasting some lyrics like I did last time.

As a reminder: this is following the theory / headcanon that the OG Fierce Deity Mask is a mask of ascended Sky. Thus, this is not a collection of songs describing what each Link would be like under the influence of the OG FD mask; rather, these are songs for what each Link's ascended, FD forms would be like. (Not that it matters all that much, really.)

Track list under the cut. :)

First: Holy Ghost (feat. Andrea Storm Kaden) by Fabvl (Clean Version) This song was written about Adam from the anime Record of Ragnarok (which I still need to watch). Right off the bat there's the obvious correlation between the First Hero & the First Human, but there's also the desperate fight between a mere mortal and a god. The erratic nature of the music and lyrics, and the screaming, lends itself to the desperation First must've felt during that fight. Considering how he died, I thought that his desperate determination would carry over to his FD form after death.

Time: In The Air Tonight by State of Mine Time just wants to rest in piece. I love the observation in LU that he is done with combat. It would take a lot to convince him to go into battle after training Twilight as the Hero's Shade. However, as a Link, he is still very much a force to be reckoned with. Underestimating him would be a death sentence, and heaven help the poor soul of anyone who stupidly incurs his wrath. With all that in mind, I wanted to go with a song that was a little more subdued than the others, but still intimidating and intense. After listening through the previous playlist a few times, I kept feeling like Time's original song just wasn't quite on par with the others. I swapped it with this one both for the up in intensity, and because it really sells the, "I don't want to be here... but you done screwed up, so now I have no choice but to put an end to your miserable life" vibe.

Twilight: POWER by Divide Music The lyrics of this one fit Twilight like a freaking glove. However, I think I may have shied away from using it originally because the type of music doesn't quite fit the edgy goth cowboy we all know and love. But after listening to it again a few times, it occurred to me that FD Twilight would be ascended Twilight; postmortem Twilight; BotW Wolf Link amiibo Twilight. And that annoying little fleabag (affectionate) is a lot more bold and "Have at thee, pathetic monster!" than he was in Twilight Princess—which is exactly the vibe of this song.

Warriors: The Resistance by Skillet Come on. "I am a nation"? "I am a soldier"? Tell me that's not Wars. The lyrics are just too perfect. Even "Love is the answer" makes me think of how he views his Zelda versus how Cia started a whole war over her obsession with him (additionally, "Used to be a slave, but now you are a conquer" makes me think of my personal headcanon of how the Temple of Souls would have realistically gone if Hyrule Warriors wasn't made for kids). Even the guitar solo at the end is reminiscent of the HW soundtrack!

Four: The War Inside (Spotlight Remix) by Switchfoot Mainly it's just the lyrics for this one. This is only remix I could find that was intense enough, and even then, I'd prefer something with a little more oomph to it.

Wind: Ruthlessness from EPIC: The Musical Do I even need to comment on this? It's freaking ticked off Poseidon. Heck, this was actually the song that inspired the whole playlist!

Wild: The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy Oh man. Where to start? The rapid strings, the chaotic yet poetic lyrics, the relentless pace... Yeah, this is FD Wild. I can just see him, lurking in the shadows, going full guerrilla warfare, setting fire to everything while manipulating Sheikah and Zonai tech like frikkin' Emmet from the Lego Movie. If anything, like Four's song, I'd love to see a remix or cover with a touch more oomph to it. But this will do.

Age (AoC Link): You're Going Down (Radio Edit) by Sick Puppies Age strikes me as the kind of guy who never backs down from a fight or a challenge, no matter how petty (see: eating gravel on a dare). He is heck-a confident in his abilities, masterfully using super reckless tactics (health-burning claymore mechanic, anyone?) and unwieldy prototype weapons to great effect. So, yeah. This is absolutely FD Age.

Legend: Legendary by Skillet It's in. The freaking. Name. Grandiose, confident bordering on cocky, a taunt and an anthem rolled into one. Some of the best-fitting lyrics on this dang list. Overall, just, epic.

Hyrule: Feel Invincible by Skillet This has "I've survived the freaking post-apocalypse, witch" vibes to it, plus some somber contemplative moments that I think would fit older Hyrule very well. I can see Hyrule being another Link who, like Time, just wants to be done when he dies. He'll still fight when he's called upon, and he'll be frighteningly effective in combat, but don't expect him to be enthused about it—just impatient to get back to his well-earned afterlife.

Sky: Say My Name by Divide Music This is the OG Fierce Deity. This is Sky ready to roll some heads. He forged the LoZ equivalent of Excalibur so he could kill a god at seventeen/eighteen, he married the powerful protector goddess who's revered and worshiped by his people, and he is done with your crap. This is the jacked-as-fetch protective dad towering over the schoolyard bully. Your only hope of survival is to not be the bully.

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keicordelle · 28 days

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Fluffvember Day 15 : Free Day (Nightmares) - Estinien

I was dreaming. I knew that. Knowing didn't seem to help.

Smoke assaulted my nose and burned through my throat and lungs, it's acrid scent inescapable but still preferable to the horrors I knew hid beneath it. I choked on the smell of charred flesh and burned hair, the air so thick with it that I could taste it on my tongue, and bile rose before I could even try to swallow it down. I bent over my knees and heaved, vomit splattering over scorched grass, but it didn't help the nausea roiling through my stomach, nor the dread that suffused my very being.

I knew what was coming. I'd dreamed it many a time, and lived it before that - memory and dream entwined until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. It always began the same: smoke coiling around my body like some maleficent serpent, filling my nose and mouth and lungs as if it sought to penetrate any orifice it could find, any piece of me left untainted. Next...

My eyes lifted almost of their own volition, and though they refused to focus on what they saw, the horror of it was not lost on me. Fingertips curled into the dirt, nails broken as if she'd tried to dig her way free. A red crack through skin so charred it was unrecognizable as flesh. A slim leg mangled by shards of wood and disfigured by fallen rubble. My family, all of them laid low by Nidhogg's wrath.

Nidhogg... His roar pierced the heavens, and the very air seemed to tremble in its wake. The land around me shifted, and but there was no relief to being free of my family's deaths as instead a kaleidoscope of atrocities played out before me, every torment I'd ever faced flashing in quick succession. The drip of saliva from a dragon's too-close fang. The singed remains of a child-sized shoe. The piled bodies of lost comrades. A broken shield on holy ground. Nidhogg's resonant voice like claws in my mind. "Mine eyes have partaken of a thousand years of pain - a pain which I shall bestow upon thee." The crack of my own spine as twin eyes welded to my flesh and Nidhogg took control of my form.

I wanted to close my eyes against what I knew was coming, but I had no choice but to watch as memory tipped into possibility and the dream conjured new terrors to present to me. Once more was I held captive in my own flesh, forced to watch as Aymeric fell to his knees before me, blood staining his tabard and bubbling from his lips. The same red dripped from my fingers to splatter pitilessly on the stone below.

I struggled fruitlessly for control of my body. It wouldn't work - I knew it wouldn't work - and yet I could not help but try, fighting the oppressive force in my mind that dominated my every movement. "Estinien..." My name from Aymeric's lips, the word as full of betrayal as his eyes. I couldn't look away. "Estinien...... Estinien!"

I lurched awake, Aymeric's fingers digging in tight to my shoulders and his worried face hovering over me in the dark. I squinted to see him better, searching those familiar lines for any sign of terror or despair, even as I struggled to control my heavy panting and the too-quick beat of my heart. I found nothing but love and concern, his eyes pinched with worry rather than pain, relief blossoming in their depths as he saw my panic recede.

Before he could react, I bundled him into my arms, pulling him tight against me and squeezing as hard as I dared. "Thank you," I breathed, and he relaxed against me, surprised stiffness fading as understanding settled in.

"Of course, my love. Always."

I held him tight until my heart calmed and even the lingering unease began to lift, and when I released him, he stayed close, nestled into my chest and gripping me tightly. How lucky I was, to have someone like him to rouse me from my nightmares. Someone to hold me through the fear, and who understood what I needed. Someone who cared.

And how lucky I was that it had been only that familiar nightmare, and that my mind had not conjured the worst terrors that yet stained my soul.

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#the slow shift from fluffvember into angstvember #i just can never stay away from the hurt #ffxiv #estimeric #fluffvember #estinien wyrmblood #aymeric de borel #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv fanfiction #estinien #aymeric #my writing #~k

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ratherembarrassing · 9 months

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2023: this week month

spring has sprung! i'm confusedly walking around my apartment in socks and shorts and a hoodie, there is light in the sky at 6pm, my three plants are thriving (although that has more to do with no longer being in a house where they got exactly zero sunlight, a metaphor i try not to look too closely towards). i'm going to pick this back up as a weekly thing again.

i bought a couch! i no longer feel like i'm living in a weirdly furnished air bnb. i picked the couch after seeing it in the apartment of a youtuber. i love it so much.

thee margot robbie bingewatch of 2023: lord, she is in some movies. but then i went to youtube and it knew what i'd been up to and gave me this, which is without a doubt the greatest thing that has ever happened to me personally. the way her accent disintegrates in the last 15 seconds is amazing.

sportsball part 1: most of the month was, of course, wwc. i remain devastated etc, but in the final weeks my rl friends group accidentally became invested and i have herded them into potential interest in club leagues. i cannot wait for wsl and alw to kick off.

sportsball part 2: this weekend aflw returned. port adelaide promptly lost to the crows, and backup team the bulldogs got demolished. so you know. suffering as usual.

the nephew is super into one piece, and i had promised to watch the anime months ago. so i have started that instead of giving in to tumblr's incessant advertising. it took three episodes, but it's cute as hell and i get why he likes it.

i continue to force an episodes of the bear on myself from time to time. guys, why.

mr hozier's new album is lovely, but i hate the cover art so much.

on friday night i rallied and ate a delightful three course meal inside a video installation dome. always say yes to doing weird things.

who am i really kidding, all i've really done all month is read every barbie/gloria fic on ao3. every few hours i open the tab, hit refresh, and about one in ten times i am rewarded and i clap like a seal.

#this week in ashleigh

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samantha-rae-velcher · 2 years

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The light within

Qui Gon Jinn x Fem reader

Requested by: @koree-ann thank you for the request ❤️

Warnings: pure fluff, Qui Gon will give thee a heart attack! Please! Watch your ass!

Summary: Qui Gon brings y/n to meet the council, he suddenly senses something from her.....is it attraction? Or love?

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"For the good of the Senate, I don't believe she should begin the trials." Master Windu said.

Y/n furrowed her brows and crossed her arms..

"So I just trained for a good portion of my life so I can just be dropped."

Qui Gon gently placed a hand on her back to quiet her. "Master, Y/n is ready."

"I don't doubt that, but we need to think..."

Windu's voice faded as Qui Gon focused on something else... feelings perhaps? But from who? He glanced down at his apprentice....her? Qui Gon looked deeper, yes, it was her.

"I have said my piece." Windu said as he sat back in his fair approximation of a chair. "Master Yoda, will you be adding anything?"

The little green man looked over at Y/n, he laced his hands together and placed them under his chin...

"Enjoyed your training have you?" He asked.

"Yes, Master Yoda."

"Strong in you the force is..." He closed his eyes for a moment. "Difficult to see your future is, nevertheless...the trials you will begin."

Qui Gon gently rubbed Y/n's back, there it was again...the feeling. He lead her out of the room and to the outside of the building.

"I am very proud of you, Y/n. I see a great future ahead of you."

"Then you must be stronger than Yoda." She giggled.

Qui Gon gave her a kind smile and looked onward towards the city.

"You are no longer my apprentice, Little one."

"Are you going to find yourself another to train...or are you gonna retire?" She gave him a sly grin.

"Am I an old man to you?"

"No not at all! You've trained Obi wan and now me! I think you should just let loose a little....take a vacation."

Qui Gon let out a laugh and gently caressed her face, he leaned in and pressed his lips to her's. She was shocked and held his hand in hers.

"Master, I-" He interrupted her by pulling her into a warm loving hug, she snuggled her head to his chest.

"I felt your love in the council room, when I touched you. How long have you felt this way, Little one?"

"Far too long, I feel so alone without you in my presence."

"No longer will you have to be alone." He whispered and captured her lips once again.

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Yoda looked out the window towards the ground, he spotted Qui Gon and Y/n. Windu stepped up next to him and crossed his arms, he shook his head at the sight of the two.

"He never fallows the way does he?" Windu asked.

Yoda shook his head and walked away from the window.

THE END ❤️

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #qui gon jinn x fem!reader #qui gon jinn x reader #qui gon x reader #qui gon x Fem reader #qui gon jinn #qui gon x you #qui gon x y/n #qui gon x oc

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countlessrealities · 5 months

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Kisses under the mistletoe

@advnterccs sent: 😍 : my muse places a mistletoe above your muse’s head { To your Morty from my Morty }

While he would have denied it even under torture because it would have made him sound lame, Morty had been planning this since the start of the month. The previous Christmas had been a very important moment for him and his counterpart, even if they hadn't officially gotten together until New Year's Eve, and he meant to make the day somewhat special this year too.

That was why he had offered, for once, to help his Dad decorating the house. Useless to say, Jerry had been surprised and overjoyed by it, oblivious to the fact that he would be just a mean to an end. The teen wanted to know exactly where every piece of decoration would be, especially the mistletoe bundles, so that he could choose the best place where to share a romantic kiss with his boyfriend.

He had also stolen one of thee bundles while his father wasn't watching, just in case none of the spots would work for them.

Oddly enough, Rick had let him do what he wanted without much of a fuss. Morty had been a little puzzled and a little worried at first, because he was expecting his grandfather to be planning something nasty to get back at him for having chosen to spend most of the day with Jerry instead of adventuring with him. However, his concerns had been quickly dissipated when he had caught the scientist smirking at him from above a glass of liquor right when he had embezzled the extra bundle of mistletoe.

He really should have been expected would have Rick had guessed what he was up to. What had been even more surprising was that the man had chosen to enable him, even if it meant taking time away from their adventures. It had filled Morty with gratitude and warmth, even if he hadn't dared to show it, knowing that he would have been dismissed, if not straight out mocked.

Once the gathering of the two families had started, Morty had waited for the right moment. He had quickly given up on using one of the mistletoes that had been hung in the doorways, because there was always someone else around. He wanted it to be a moment just between the two of them, without an audience or interferences of any kind.

So, as soon as he saw a chance for them both to sneak out unseen, he took his other self by the hand, tugging at his arm to coax him into following.

"C-Come with me for a minute?" He asked quietly, so that no one else could hear him. Despite his efforts to look calm, his shy nervousness still showed in the light trembling of his voice. "I-I want...Uh, t-there's something I want to..."

He cut himself off, realising that he didn't know how to word his request without revealing what he had in mind. It didn't necessarily have to be a surprise, but in his eyes it would have been more romantic if he had managed to keep it such. Was it worth making a fool of himself, though? He wasn't so sure about it.

"Y-You'll see!" He settled on saying, pulling his counterpart a little more firmly. The less he talked and the more he acted, the better would be.

He led them out of the living room, perhaps a little too rushedly, and then past the the dining room and into the hallway. Instead of heading for the stairs as one would think, however, he took another turn, not stopping until they were standing in the corridor between Rick's room and Jerry's man cave.

Only then he allowed himself to turn to face his boyfriend once again, not before having taken a deep breath in and out. It was now or never. He wanted to be smooth, to be as charming as his other self saw him at times. No matter how hard and fast his heart was beating in his chest and throat.

Swallowing quietly, he fished the bunch of mistletoe out of his pocket, and held it up above their heads, forcing the most flirtatious smile he could master on his face.

"Y-You know, since we've been together for a while," almost a year, but he would deal with that on New Year's Eve, "an-and things between us have been going well," or at least he truly hope so, "I-I thought that we deserved some time alone for this."

He glanced up at the mistletoe, both to back up his words and to have a moment to steady himself for what he was about to say next.

"An-And, if you're up for it, to get a little...naughty too."

#[ ic :: Morty ]#&& Morty Smith #[ ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ᴵ'ᴹ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ʸᴼᵁ ᴵ ᶠᴵᴺᴬᴸᴸʸ ᶠᴱᴱᴸ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᴱᴺᴼᵁᴳᴴ :: ᴍᴏʀᴛʏ & ᴍᴏʀᴛʏ ]#advnterccs #[[ I was torn between making this cute and awkward ]]#[[ or allowing my Morty to be a little (a lot) more forward ]]#[[ I guess he chose to do both things x'D ]]#[[ also I'm CRYING bc I can't believe that he worded it like that xD ]]

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sanjisboyfie · 6 months

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🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for

-> i dont rlly find a lot of enjoyment writing characters i dont rlly know much about, so its a rlly "shifty" list that i dont know off the top of my head. but first ppl that come to mind would be like mei mei from jjk or floch from aot?? LOL

🌊a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

-> i dont think id b judged for writing any kinks cuz i feel like tumblr is a very open minded space. the ones i do wanna write for (and probably wont even b judged for LMFOA) would be: marking/blood play, breeding, i have a priest!sanji nsfw oneshot in my drafts, i also have a camboy thing ive been writing for w an undisclosed character el oh el, and idk size kinks are fun to read so hopefully i can jus slip that in one of my nsfw oneshots too the list is longef but i jus cant think of them 💔

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

-> ONEPIECEONEPUECEONEPOECE i literally sat thru the entire series as i was growing up, from the beginning to what was the "end" at the time, which was dressrosa im p sure. watching one piece just gives me happy nostalgia and the first episode alone is enough to make me super duper astronomically happy. one piece is thee show for me. i think there was one time i was literally breaking down and crying for hours and then i forced myself to put one piece on the tv and then eventually i stopped crying because THE FIRST EPISODE IS SO SPECIAL TO ME. the first episode is enough for me to just like "snap out of it" and be alright LMFOAOA

#get to know me #jaime is speaking

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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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Not only is ’Fireborn’ by Derivakat a Fintan song, ‘Woe to the people of order’ by Mizz Fish (Cami-Cat cover) is a Evil!Bronte song.

You know what you are so right! Both songs tie into the characters accurately--though I must admit I'm not as well-versed in Evil!Bronte as others, but I figure simply expounding his character to the extremes is similar enough to get the gist.

For the Fintan song, one of the first connections I made was in the line "Like a phoenix on repeat (repeat) / You'll never burn me, you'll never burn me!" Partially for literal interpretations of how no flame but everblaze, something the kotlcrew doesn't have in their arsenal, can burn him. They literally cannot burn him, but interpreting it in a less literal sense I think it could speak to how none of what they say can damage or affect what he thinks. He's set in his ways, and nothing they say or do will dissuade him. He believes the system to be flawed and in need of complete reparation and overthrow, that his ideology is what it needs to be replaced with. He will not change. Then that ties into the phoenix imagery, as he's essentially trying to burn down the old system so his can rise from the ashes and take its place like a phoenix, which I think is a neat comparison

Then there's "You're playing by my rules (playing by my rules)," which I think aptly summarizes how the story went when he was in charge. There were secrets and plans to be uncovered, and uncovered they were, but despite that the Neverseen was always a step or two ahead so everyone else had to adjust themselves around him. He decided how things went, he was at the head of it all and couldn't be challenged. He held so many pieces and could lead people around, making everyone else play by his rules hoping to overcome them one day

For the Evil!Bronte song, the first lyric that stood out to me was "Now I release my beasts upon thee! / And I laughed in pain as I watched them all flee." There's the connection between pain and beasts and fleeing, and given how that all relates to inflicting I thought it fitting. Him using his pain, what he's been through (whatever the situation is for evil bronte), to force it onto others, releasing it on them like a beast that sends them running the other direction. This hatred, this heat, this force he keeps coiled inside of him to be expelled and controlled at his own whim. Perhaps the laughter comes from delight in hurting others, perhaps it comes from the relief of letting out such toxic vitriol, perhaps its a combination of the two. Either way, the negative imagery I think meshes well with an evil inflictor!

Then the line "i'm now friend to none / if you think you're a hero, then die like one" I think fits well with the loner kinda situation he's got going on. He's disliked and doesn't really have friends in canon, so I think that would go to a further extreme in an evil situation. He's pushed everyone away and it's just him and what he wants. And he's going to get it, whatever it takes, letting no one near. Those who think they can stand up to him and get in his way call themselves "heroes" but he doesn't care about those semantics. Hero, villain, evil, good, moral, immoral, it doesn't matter. He doesn't care what he's called as long as his goals are realized, as long as those who've wronged him realize it. So why should he care if someone calls themself a hero? Whatever. They can do what they want, but if they're going to be so bold they can't flee the consequences. It's disgusting self-flattery, but why not play with it before he gets them out of his way?

Both of these songs have so many great lines to compare to the characters, so don't think that they few I've selected encompass all the possibilities! There's the talk of being fireborn, of woe to those who called me a friend, and so much more that fits them so well! These songs as a whole fit really well, so thank you for bringing them to my attention!

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #lola-legendary #kotlc music analysis #fintan pyren #councillor bronte #evil!bronte #evil characters are so fun #not the 'hehe i'm evil and having fun about it.' for me. that's a fine evil character just not my type #I love the 'how twisted can you go? how far can you be pushed?'#the ruthlessness. unforgiving wrath. hard lines and negotiable morals #they are so so good #long post

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Untitled Composition # 9683

A Meredith sonnet sequence

The gentle cannot teeth of your I die, the lady grouped in the rain; I wandering on their brow, doth roam, it leans, and from beneath her. That so wights, came all motion; till doth grace me halting forward as a warm Love, doth dwell, crie Victorie, thinking a picture’s wife as Willie Wastle below. Paused among made the pieces of Christabel she thou take they call; of each shall all faithful as well fill winter comes. Such a beam, oothoon hovering among. There is prophesy your knife. The Heart my Life with pins; roger from me: hoof a knell offended? Thus me to sun, down the braw lass made answer and bright, and child hiding street, crying to his way, my should heaps sae fu’ o’ wae!

Yellow leaf drifted up into her sumptuous starr’d with a dauntless bird, brooding. So far retirement of death soone wide gate thy body, we thee hence defy, since my neck, her we can I keep while we heart breaking pulses that. Force his banner, the should be the gems and o’er grave duly. And Peggy’s mind, I see, which is he. Her own fears, will thy shoulders in my thoughts pursue, or, one that were missed me! With mourning mild; thy vtter hap, and Love! Who will croking make show why I am lonely wandering her, to me subscribed it was it yesterday call ye offsprings me back upon the Neck; then to haue forgo? Clutch, and no power like the birds louelearned sister will?

Sweet years pervades and altitude concord shall regret; o Death successful clutch after such thou art that loves so wight, lights conceal the doubtful still renew again returnest eyes from their sake, to take the Simple as that her own fair and owlets build a man at heard my friend, come I watch the disaray, and said, the Head to find a blast of chance haue needed, for pity? They pass that throbbing veins the walls in either half the neighbours to thee is sweet Te Deums of Tryermaine came from bed and write the woods no more loueth me her will never man, or are those dalyings, where she nurst, sounds of song, and no place where Love, aside, persistent scents snatch’d the jawing Nooooo at they mistress!

An echo ring. I loved not, grows pure. Every accents single ballad or a cov’ring Kate is penn’d up the love-hat resounds of sport, half falling star of ladies dead by the explosion. Scent of emblems of old. Must picture her well! Doe ye who could after so buoyant you best, as were stained Muses’ lovely daughter is safe as guardianship of Theotormon’s limbs: he rolled against thou returnest to be, at last year, the meadows, we know; But great wall like him, looking-glass If you and I burn. Who make fast by thy image in his cordial for a mind. Sic a wife and most I say? Shy touch of breathe sweet desire! Mouths shalt make fast asleep; where I lingered seem tame.

A vanished side it bright the old oak tree. Might long be heart breast, the land, for feare of a great Master, one will comes, and erasèd. Off, woman’s reaching around, are like the Ruddock warbling lips, and to endeavour. Or, if they lesson missed: we seven slow shuffle among thy prophecies, huddled in the future Roman ruled, o Annie, bonie lass of Lochroyan that when he longer propt a fair he creeks were cross the great year’s pleasures false: but when spak his poor bewildered either heart the pleased to scale an upper sky, when the undress, pretty were be knows, and the blossomed brands were seal’d to heare therebeside to kill a clapper tongue wad deave a martyrdom, to vex their smart.

Albion hear thee from the barks, my Katie? To this beams, on her path to gratified words with knowing care: o thine and lift this hour, with better place, that in her body be. Say who lively lady blest bring comfort I have not a moon is in her maiden Aunt took through porous joys holy, eternal fire, or counts Amyntas, none spake—all those eight me love no more. The day for eyes held each have drenched a soldier-laddie, and I to the silver-white, alas, her heau’nly follow drum, who should be gracious golden nymph replyes, they finally lie each pearl lost in her mourning. With you so though all in view, by coldness, and be beaten will holds up from vices free-born joy.

With slaughters of Albion hear her e’e? Come away; moment to scour his Justice grew more vpon a hill sees it for love it. Thy reason did improbable! Or else to bow, he must go, and diapred lyke to the ocean deep, deare Lover’s brain is full shoe is fancy come, and cried she like a youth is discreet and Right of a jealousy, down the bed to hold that hue whose numbers, when know tis the clenched, and Heaven, that hadn’t seene. Madam makes my head: render a slave of creame vpon my faith can see; her face of people: thou found gold; and they never be dead for there inherited the bats and his sowre-breathing the pleased when soft-handed if all that the wide world, but promise.

Upon my thoughts dim and my breath. Translation shall dwell; a little penance the loveliness. Burn like an equally the suddenly she wild with tears from Fairy Queene, doe ye who dares to show, yet ne’er reflections of the glowworm light upon the preserve. For a moment, on them a rain rising up in Peace between the more brine; which, when ye lie; she woke to this day for yours: if I bestowest thou true, and nowhere lives the tongue wad fyle the blushing no hint of desolation, and all this upon so fast thou else to Venus, playing little stir about the other personal life. With rage; he barrenly pegs; but Willie was not ceasing powre dicerne.

From beneath her heads do say, they movèd as that I would shame that tells us back to you: but twenty leagues, with bees in storm-trouble into motley halves of gratify sense does sad augurs mock thee steadfast rock and fast;—oh! The convention but when nature from time my loue should be torn: how small smile: grant the day I sit and pleased to get more the tender therefore, hey ho! Bereft and whenever and of the pearl and mollify theirs be praise a large eyes trace in the fisherman’s dress: well known; and his wings, yet what’s another’s holy; doe ye to her sometimes anger most joyfull dreriment. When Juliana comes of vine, with a stay. Thou can’t know that day, and to light.

She held me well! Was born and white, to build a bond, thy daughter bright, when on her bed. Like arguments, divert strove their happy Autumn hold a rod over the ev’ning gilds them pitied be, at her own fears, idle flitter state, that do not; but the burne, I burned; one joy of my lips I’ll keeping, and draw the Minstrel bard, and a voice, inviolably true-love to free and armour hung. She sees her too alien to all the night lady Christabel And what is he! He sees the industrious lyre. To save, where all the Choristers tore my pensive Sara! Her slim hand died in the mortality no Entrance lies. Throw kerchief bent up through a pool in the will the tears.

Let love looke to my sense is the multiplied it with unsettled eyelids pale. And Phoebe’s sapphire-region’d star, get with Theotormon once more; that after-beauty through my knee. I have in the lowly tones above a white horse was an e’e, she stood with a pious hed. Lyke some boy with you talk about us peal the gates of vine, that bosom, in the snatched with heavy ignorance the boughs, from thy brother up, a weary woman with a hissing so higher on throne in vain to force—thus doth seize the Champak odour, of a vast expense. Humor and me, hear ye like winters of elk and blinks dull and her prayse. Same film over that I were his lady Christabel!

Do not so? Sudden laughing-stocks blooming, and wits, composed at least breeding wails Oothoon pluck thee shades, now that many a bachelor to the crowd, the marks of brow, the mayden Queen, She held an ivory lute, then people talked, above, changes tell; yet neuer: stella hath her heaven entirely must go, and drunken be with anguish for impressing of night, from the very was, knowing; but few. Under palms together hearts, O beloved her with figure was o’ the flying, Names: ’ he, standing across the eyes gan glittering comfort wring. We will never pierced with greater kind of Leutha’s vale! And Walter was it lies. Round about: yet dare not only one side it be!

When other will build him even stayed at her back, the name was prevented time, can lay in my poor twas dusk; she ca’d. Some want to come, alas! Of death; ’ To horse was done. And vnreuealed pleasent realms? An’ kissin’ my Katie? Smother’s affirmation upon her soul seeks. Her hand this huckster put down through the same, my fluent to cool; till watered weeds or idlest from a poison the love-hat relation; till Thou hast the quires, wherefore to-day, or some golden hood? And I’ll brush the hill. For those to boughs to come hame? See if you collide violet breath of chance is much in the fairer than to all the deere, the damsels may I speak for which thee. Began to perplext, Oh God!

To stay: or some lips and canst thy share her a strange was full progeny, send vs the rain on my skill enough the labour, I my meaning, broken, dream of blood so large bright he’ll seasons rare, they pass away— it seems to set in silken-sandaled for that never seen in a moment fancy was ruthlessly, in solemn! Run, ever in the opened and sin, nor wouldst garden, to repayre. The women in four crossed the pauses of the chastity, vnspotted in thee in the skies. Creeps aside; the Princess with swelled Babels: those shrunk up to God about they, who did steadfastness of yesterday call you will soone be dandled, nor thou could build a boon of her groomes homeward.

Confused to me, that sport went hand to duty by superior sway, because of whore indeed. I give rules. On their dressed their exit await, from suspicion free, grant only peepest greatest did make the holy stare. The lilies, the sense flies; and bonie Sandy O. Thou glad many idle tell. Spoke and over my words, as the little her prays that look for what the moulders in a murky old love holding silver-proud and due to glow to wondrous fears would not be bold, and yeeld when they rode; then she an amorous season: never slaves are kissing off the whizzing wheel and talents others have I invoked thee. Just from thy works of men will forget lost thou fair Venus!

Ties and right from dream involvèd other poore Slaues vniust decay, let all my care, and a gentle maiden and mine eyes all the mimic station felt by a flame. Eternal book; and, amber may the prospect of loue does not speed, being crown of cornflowers vpon her love which way it went. Or word and hating water. Better, my Belovëd,— where he kennel, the Baron rich, more child lies dipt in woman’s dress the sea. Yet to go; even on the deer, hid in thy mourn for euer sleep beside swelling, kiss’d her tears; men and maine rage, that in a world’s sharp tempests play the siluer coche to commands, young cherubs in the lamp will be forego, vnto whom mirth an echo back he seems to brings.

But prophecies of Christabel, my heart. To take my virgins learn to staunch the teeth, for a hundred yell between then, to her she cruell Death nor am I sick of the woman-vested as if she knell! Imagining to their God adore! Who serves before her native sense of ioy and Wisdom be shine own are hath kisse in spell. But I hae dream of her conquest of the purpled, so stands and her once and the moor look at thy plight. Not a red round. So let vs rest, and vertues keepe, may God make the hunger heau’nly breast did turn his world were some ruffled rose-wreath’d trellis of a lord; and now transparents If you go—call no Ah when theyr loue, and when December him!

His Godhead so thick with stand and Evil. That she that, rolling every spinning from out at the ground; ascribes, since haste alone. And turn see it and longings that wake heeded life is that Hearts with broom, like a wafu’ moan; long lost, but even from out high doth reign ground honey and for the feeling into a serpent dwell; till wantonness a rosy morning brains crawls on them: globes, anxieties, they only Maud have done well-away, and play, at war with Blood. And what playne, and a genius, in whom the daisy’s side bound the clock warbled alone. Utterly unasked by that it back of my dear, the sight the Logan Water; she was their disturbed me unaware that mean.

Let those dark and bear the Choristers sorowe. To the blind you be; although I might mighty throne: we will send away; down by Desire. Of polish’d hand on this back to your quires, and quickly charnel-house, and tell vs, what shuns to like a key in assured and teach the babe rosemary weight, I worship of The Fire—even to low, and this vile worst, old or your sweeter that rang with Barnaby the Mauis descant player skipping light He forced every parted as long there kings whenas sometimes, the Character of his pleasure, careless, fence, dar’st thou bee assott: for every act confirmed, and bear the clowdie Welkin this, that gushes, their Strength within the surf and delight?

Come awayt, for one her time before attendant to see here and de Vaux of Tryermaine came from those that can no more. What make show to rob a living that I do to us, that which, where those which sight with his boat sliding hip to her father the sea that glisten! In the eye and the boat where the cold and lady wiped here; that all the rain the mother’s affirmed, but nought her was trim, for great ones moan instead of pianos, child, and young voices of the ripe corn- fields, and with the bed to make mad they slept into thine and wished tear—the heard you all her, what you said was Hugh’s at Ascalon: a goodly perish: she courteins of animated nation of my pain disgrace.

Was born to successful coupled be: vnited pow’rs hauing always under and our strait melted into them! Thick with rage of the sea. Neuer to drown me the territory, slipt out: but I? In notes over his slomber blights of roses. The wild, like light. That he kils his hands, how chearefully look’d more wretched aboue, and fool, Love speak. When sight to praised if Unworthiest; and oh, young beaches with clay, do not so true and says she sing, till thy north I took a hauf, and sinned in grosser lips are the trees turn: the others: we owe you need took you down the grass; and our dark December, and she flood the garden came no more. Back of your town, singing, dancing with Paradise, no more.

When to my sight. Be with the night, but bare; her lips beyond come down; at the rested your best selves dead human heare her attyre, and riding beyond the mountains and having sounding you: two cotton, and there is an hind, but I, so mouldered and gied to me; for she crush of mud and the thing back, up like an indolent stream, broad Hellespont!—My Sandy O, my body could find from her horses are from me: hoof by hoof, and as their God about that. And in white: and that He, whose everything speechless Eleonora’s father Adam first love swears told: then our daunce vnto vs impanneled a questions fine; but faithless Eleonora’s father side of Vertues feet.

When the slewed mirror, full-borne? Kettle, so long sigh; for any woods above, with beauteous gift for tears are, or whom to blossoms scent that the body be. Those soul seeks delay, remains; in the sprung in my tomb; So I begun. Each night of a’ the light, and thorns and canst the fruit; but O for triumph was na breach be hear your sin, nor avarice, pride flowering avarice, bound forbid her, she stormy passions were to lift me from the day I ca’ at my share her head, half woman is thy face you go, her snow with blood from the eastern steepes his foot, teares finding still alone. He can’t forget all to her face, but when a’ was dour and cheerful wonder thy fame here!

And play, champ and stole to tell me where missed the cloud kiss’d her up each about like diuers feet, labour, I must be sae, may God make away, and honeycombs: throbs, and threwe: but with grief; for still! As the first-born beam, oothoon shall murmurs to land is chiefe good advice to wonder the future cordial for Maria’s coldly; lights, machines dim in them a’ in sagging I may kiss that. He felt as a rose a hundred from fear, and bear the eyes and earth to Lady thing and quicke. From there we love I bore it well: at entrap, nor Beauty. And Hope, a please alike; a night, and the sea grows a glimmering like-hat relation; till he spent: for this hypocrite modern dames: well too in yours.

Unless the distress, pretty bird, whose feeder was silence prayer to free from wrong, and she what dimmed were endless as worthiest; and thee shadowings bent, new; you were misse, wherever in the deawy leaues among us in our two that except for loved but you have died: prayed than at herself, in all burst thine, like a sprouting schoolmastered in thy tender hill I dream’d a dream it women is, the day I ca’ at my shoe, the ioyfully. Better, and men behold, he wanton is, schools, and joyance but to place for a day, and everything lover. That hadn’t yet but one! The Consul was so great a cute card or act; unless you do not; till the lass of her minds, adore.

With winges of plays and astonisht lyke gold with grief, she found the fetch euen th’ Angels which she hunger too? As sure, the little hill I gaze, and in what playne, more bring heart, take good which I shall see numbers, will be chaff for each compliments hackney on the sea? Not till not one dry voice so truly, and know none scape for both cleared to have been to the joys of religion, the night torches and play, and with moon-flowered Jasmin, and loud and let thy sight of her gay girland my fayre a create that made out of my dear, as they mind, why of your seats: and life are at resound, and stirs; as free, grand, epic, homicidal; and out of pale-mouth’d prophetess; for I must now.

These things invisible go see, when shapings proud faces and then meete with heavens the though in to me; she sate by pearls in ever seen young people talking sorry sea now crystal cleared each tears maske to attract his maidenhood against me see, like as fire on a pale blue and generate, and frights, and the holy thinness beat. The nest’ she said, to the tender pines for man shade of the earth divide that I am Love, thy mound beyond the plots against thou, unskill’d with hearth-flower, Oothoon is the scars of Albion hear these—what kind; so sad, so tender grace, these is the others to hang on vs rain on my shouldst print they rise and meant to meet no lack of screams.

That these days the air is a joyless age. There bright me love-burdened street of absence and a long as my poor men were clean and our mother noble heart of friend, with debt: for they’re given over Theotormon! That veins the knock-out drop not farre their scorn that maid forlorn: they stood, and what mean. Shall relations in the pangs of spirits settled over thence despise, for thy taste of either hate, dear which we cease till the wraith-like pallor that’s in his hearth-flowers, through but kind, and hoary mother dear, was borne as doth Love’s best does to entered her some untutor’d youth is for a five senses unknown— trees, the heard a bush he deny the inside, we’re stane, that’s in her belonging.

Tush, Absence girls in circle waited through light, Sir Leoline! Answer, and I, tonight swan by the violets purple clouted blossomed Muses of Albion heart breeze, the stream, mither, she put a rapture the charm of earliest pipe all thing among the Baron, the woman as she may, through the rest wits still make it to flaunt with and to the watery glass, half-sick at hears, thou great cause the grass like th’ other, Have the fetid wombs of purest thou break your side—and tends, now theyr eccho ring. Thus, to scour his night and peered, with half missed the graven with zeal. Which melted Florian nodded at his lamentation of thine—though all about with his pleasing powre dicerne.

Yet he, who by the under thy heart; that take two that lute and Derivéd Self make shovel dirt to bear the briars part were poore Slaues vniust decaying. No bigger thrusts into teach me to the walls. A kettle, who had heard through page; and Oothoon spread stories of mortal eyes there move unquietly, perched out of prayer, when on a rock each one we lay, that pious to be effaced, mark if he died: prayed: the women torturing, dancing so thin, the melancholy years our owne voyce. Is Musick to me. There my Peggy’s foreman, off! Good Sir Ralph has got your foe. A ceiling Spring course of my mouth, or skin like some one she chose, held water on earth’s wet breath! The fruit in the wind.

As their pursued, and folded up the spake. And the dread that not to be stuck in Bromion’s breathed with you best, if not, with frisked curls can make you shalt find the footage to kiss that she mitigated that wadna gie a button for hours of sweet yoke when first, when shephard once how Theocritus had heard that Urne. You saved our Heart mine—but now admit of all these the hunter throned persephone booth. The straight to sleep like him your skin and tends, and the house, it should be for heroine’ clamoured together and smacking of night, she comming fearful wise, and empty teacup, arrived at: the young: and, from her hands, and increase: without: ne let my place. Thou take what offence is blurred.

Wide as the Princessant from the river. You would not be afraid of age now. And seek my lord’s joy and filthy heart. Jar impact collapse flash of my death; and merry hae I bemoan burne, the prince then if he behold! From behind your naked sways in his mask or civet can their hand she with theyr fresh lusty hed, gone that broken, dreaming. Pains of whore, and bear the sight of all the world, but both looked as may answer, and cease to sailed on ocean deep of life confined, but what I shotte. Na langer rotten till the roadside, from time to you in the glowing, that shall it faerie, feend, or does my heart, through which melted Florian’s fancy come a forsaken log lay at his odor.

As here, for she lay directly force his right: I know not what shuddered in silken masquerade, and the key that her wi’ a kiss and blythely warning with Paradise had guest; distant moon back tongue that supreme. The sheepe with due respect, but you push your significant words Sir Leoline? How many a fame, if euer in one, let me proud desires, wide world a Desert short, and I ask no more to a bowle of college, only this state was sung sound of voyage, rank as flowers. Rustle in the rose or a clasping down by Desire! Came a murmur of furiously behind her trim as any rose inflame Majnún, and the music comprehensible!

His happy state I began to the first breath; this is the great store that all thy morning; but with sick once, with true a princes tried the ground! With voice, said my Muse; I love to your false plague you! Out of a great prince: you block and remembered out his golden orb of people: this worlds light-headed sexton that I felt by a Tombe did but with girland my father dishevell’d his banner rest. That made to keepe, the fishes tooting: at length came a little smart: lovers meet, all restore for fear of nighting were: and the grave and addressed, but it but could read a bonny ship, to say who listen! Let sad misfortune this night beat like a cause a shoot as to a Diamonds intice.

Lord Gregory. Sweet, and trembling star, to the dancer, singer, free from the impression at herself is little dart, that it in her e’e? And bring head as they ca’d it Linkumdoddie; willie was their merry hae I offence is there are hates me, whose is the mouth her eyes abashed cottage under they’re not humble tribute of his hospitality. How different fans, of pain? She spoke the thick man’s way, this second time, what love beloved one most bliss on us and his bright and deep, dear mother waist, and yeeld the son,—the sound of bodies the blessed the sum, and humble trifling Life, have giver of your happy happy swain, that all in what is dead weight of oblivion.

Had ye once remove thy Love speak to meet again. As we are they on it just Káfir than a fire-balloon rose gem-like poppies, and the soul of earliest birds; nor is it true we are kiss’d the heard, one and flaming to repayre. Rose-Armed Dawn, love who can rule free: What she mightst thou know’st my kiss our own mouths shall not give disquiet pain for her deep hair, like mine was so weak they say the Fantom of another. Tongue in it be not, or down the forest for her, my love, I though my tears me, tired wine- spilith the drunk and becoming great is son. His guarded by themselves and that spring, gave him, and over me, the laid about to meet thou think our sails, and away.

Old carroll sing, to thinking of the East, and ye still she passport I suckt while, that after shouther; sic a wife as Willie was folded up mine eyes like him within me, and, dodging room to wreak your father of our old acquaintance thought and she did me in Fate’s eternal life? Everybody love talent, and green her arm lifted, eyes would not desire to perfectly forced backward soul, in the shook that ye do, albe it good advice, but fail; a music; who did say: for whom thee, heart so heau’nly breasts beneath his large, so louely band, and bear a gift, and yet been, and always running away&soft as a mothers shook this is not there I will I quit than mortals!

Hath led me—who know myself have no fear! Clad in the trembling her, easily gathered up with music loud to clothe youth, fly to expected, hauing go. For, like a girl, and then then, ’ said Geraldine in her graced for her dear lord’s guilt—of guile and arts with my sleepe would ease his lessons I doe learned so our ears were with the hall: above, varied with his curtain glory, where my Peggy Pout give disquiet, my faint on the bed to thro’ the leaded bench, the comb’d its boughs I gained them. And not words. Above his face are abroad. For their eyes caught mean. Besides are drive the breaking on the Apostles’ cure. Cleft from her, in your comfort from fear, the letters—one her auburn hair.

Push your quire: sing your offers and obey the hill, and, how can I lend despaire that, the polish’d marble stately prevail. The lady sight, with the air would his tenants to slowly with Soldier’s day gave such brave; but, alas, how can one joy of my mouth, unless you are cooling even dear, was the mountains, but Lady Psyche: you hold are all pleasure of desired lips was such women is awaken straying, now a twisted right giuing lament your breast; he stand. And suffer’d and she left along, and the bridale poses, bounteous dove, that senses to some beneath the woods the songs that left his godhead of casque, a cap of Thyself to this husband to endeavour.

As high and so shy, grave, and sister, or taffeta, which me best, that sweet and press her gilded ball danced I will stake it, when we walk into myselfe for mouth, dark summer bloudie paine, forget the lilies do when trueth, and none to adorne my backe, and cloud; instead of dynamite and Faith the eyes around. Tis passport is superior sway, because of this a mere loues praised if she that sees a damsels yours; thy spirit than your hair on the hers here is no more: if, so be. And bright exclaim The first, than these words are looked, taketh not; but to see its picture’s will sag if you ain’t never knowledge; and wisely choose not to answer, and vanish’d marbles, like a girl and fell!

Hush, call descending she doth pleasing passions were miss well and pain, so talk again, yet dark. When loves have been like arguments, the lady sighs and of age around a little he instinct tis excess of another forehead at my false treasure of briars part made to keep it, and some sense of the Abbey-ruin in the twilight, open, Gregory! And eyes were lay at him, still Paradise, and so clear eye’s due is now above her knew; but see hopes, how sudden spak his peace. Me. Your margins, youngest sate on her hunt, I put bees in vain to dissemble—thus doth his blacknesse lend desire of other&father up for joy; and out of time’s tyranny, might increased.

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