#☆ﾟ*·ﾟwhen i have a camera in my hand i know no fear — about airi

[airiblackwood]

⟨ katherine mcnamara. cis female. she/her. 28. ⟩  We just saw airi blackwood entering the the news building. I heard through the grapevine that they are photographer for the times. Although they are [ with the media ], they can sometimes be impulsive, reckless, or even stubborn but I’ve also heard some people say that they were imaginative, affectionate and quite kind.— aria. est. she/her

PINTEREST

FACTS:

name : Airi Marie Blackwood (pronounced air-ee) nickname : Airs, Rirri, Air-bear age & birthday : 28, April 9th gender : Cis Female pronouns : She/Her sexuality : Pansexual occupation : Photographer for The Times

affiliation : Media place of birth : London, England neighborhood : Kentish Town languages spoken : English & Japanese

personality  : + imaginative, affectionate, kind , - impulsive, reckless, stubborn

BIOGRAPHY: Airi was born in London, to her father Colin, and his wife. Everything seemed so wonderful! She was a cute little girl with bright red hair, that seemed to come out of nowhere. But she was a good kid, always loving everything to do with spending time with her father. It didn't matter what he was doing, she wanted to be with him. But when he was busy off at work, she spent time with her mom, learning about all of the girly things. However, that didn't stop her from missing her father. As she got older, she noticed things changing. Her dad spent more and more time away from work and she hated every single second of it.

When she was 10 years old, her parents got divorced. It absolutely tore Airi apart. She hated the idea of her parents splitting up. While they had shared custody of her, it still hurt. She loved having dinners with her parents, spending as much time with both of them as she could. It took years to get used to them being separated.

But one of the biggest ways that Airi distracted herself was with photography. She received a camera for her birthday when she was about seven years old and it completely changed her life. Her camera went everywhere she did. She took pictures of everything and absolutely adored all of it.

She was always a good student, doing well in school, and when she reached sixth form, she did excellently in her A levels. Everyone who knew her knew that photography would her choice for subject. It was obvious.

Airi attended The University of Arts London and learned as much as she possibly could about photography. She did an internship at The Times and impressed them enough for them to hire her for a job.

While in university, Airi learned that she was bisexual after spending nearly three weeks with a girl in one of her classes for a project. They would up spending every waking moment together, ultimately dating for a couple months. The breakup wasn't bad, but they both simply got distracted. It took her about a year longer to find out that proper term to describe her sexuality was pansexual.

None of that bothered her, at all. She loved how she turned out, and loved that she got to stay in London to be close to her parents. Her job at The Times is everything she could want, but she wouldn't mind being promoted to a lead photographer, simply so they'd respect her more. She tries her best to keep her father out of the news, but it doesn't always work out in her favor.

Airi is very sweet and affectionate. She adores spending time outdoors or doing anything that requires a little bit of adrenaline. Due to her reckless nature, she'll do just about anything and actually has sky diving at the top of her bucket list.

HEADCANONS:

Airi's day doesn't start without iced coffee. If she hasn't had her coffee, you better not speak to her. She can be very short with people without caffeine. There are at least ten different mason jars with funky designs, straws, and lids for her morning coffee. She tries to drink it before heading out of the house for the day, but sometimes when in a rush, it comes with her.

Related to her caffeine addiction, if she doesn't have her afternoon tea and snack, she gets very cranky. The snack can change, from either a crumpet, a scone, or a biscuit, but the tea must always be earl grey, with two sugars, no matter what.

Growing up spending time outdoors with a reckless attitude, Airi became quite an adrenaline junkie and loves any kind of activity that raises her serotonin levels. She's the kind of girl that will go stand out in a thunderstorm with a cover on her camera just to try and take pictures of the lightning.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Ex - The one that helped Airi realize she liked girls. It would be a smooth breakup and they'd probably still be friends.

Exes - in general, male or female presenting. She's probably dated quite a bit but is also very career focused, a trait she got from her father.

Ride or Die - A best friend that is there for her no matter what, that always knows the right thing to say and how to tease her.

Enemies - People she really doesn't get along with for whatever reason.

Party friends - Friends that she parties with on occasion.

Co-workers - Either other photographers, writers, or editors she works with.

[writingdisposal]

I can't stop thinking about Vox.

There two ways to think about Vox as a regular love interest. You could think that because this might be his first time ever genuinely liking someone, he'd stumble over his words and struggle to charm their little crush. He is just so overwhelmed with these new emotions. He doesn't know how to act, especially when his old tactics don't result in the expected reactions from you.

This version is cute, but I feel like, it's inaccurate to his character. I can agree that you might be his first genuine crush, but I don't think he'd get nervous that badly.

The first times these emotions rise up, he swallows them down. Yeah, yeah, a pretty face walks by. Of course, it'll peak his interest, but he can't lose sight of his goals and that is to broaden his influence. He will only have to confront his crush once you both get to talking.

"The name's Vox," he lowly spoke, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, "It's a pleasure meeting you." Quickly you take your hand back, not hiding your disinterest. "Oh please, the pleasure is all mine," you reply, noting his smile becoming a little straint, "Let's skip right ahead to business. I don't like wasting my time." "Ah, just the way I like it. Follow me," he said, gesturing you to his office. Vox held open the door, a charming gaze looking back at your stunning face. Up until now, no smile or joy was presented in your attitude, but as you passed him, you shot him a small smile, "Thank you." It made Vox's breath hitch. His eyes widened and his body tensed up a little, yet his smile stayed the same.

An airy chuckle escaped his lips, "No need to thank. Its common courtesy really." "In a place like this? It's rare," you countered, sitting down and waiting for him to follow. Vox quickly shut the door and sat down across from you. Talking to you was easy, especially when a laugh or two snuck in-between. Vox found himself relaxing, enjoying the sound of you voice more so than the actual deal.

This when it hits him that he has a crush. The realisation doesn't stop him or makes him stutter. The only clue you might have of him catching feelings is that he keeps adjusting himself in his seat or talks a little faster. Honestly, nothing else changes. His tone, voice, body language, smile and eyes don't change a bit. Nothing is less or more genuine than before, because Vox is a competent business man first before he is anything else. Over time it'll appear more clear... to others that is. You will stay oblivious because that is how Vox wants it to be. It's going to be far more likely for someone else to tell you that Vox has feelings for you than for him to admit it. Vox isn't a coward about his feelings per say. He will drop you hints when the moment is right, but that is all he is giving. He likes the moments spend together more than anything and if this is all he can get out of this that is just fine by him.

Of course, he wishes for more, but if it isn't what you want, then this is just as good for him. That attitude might change though if you get interested in another demon or spend less time with him. Days that should have been spent together become days where he roughly fucks some whores to let his frustrations out. Those days will also have him casually checking his cameras scattered across town, just to see if you're fine or with someone he should worry about. Naturally you have no idea of this occurring because Vox doesn't want the image of the "suave and charming business man" to slip away. He fears, he can't be this vulnerable with you, at least not now, because you might reject him outright and completely severe contact. So he will continue talking to you, exchanging witty comebacks as well as a flirtatious comment here or there.

Also I think this is clear from the beginning, but just to have added it, Vox would never use his powers on you. It feels forced and that's no fun. He will however use his power to maybe impress you, only if the situation suits it of course.

Ok, that's it. No more thoughts available rn.

[kiwanopie]

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Lemon sugar soap and airy high notes, your buoyant little song is cut in two the moment you see it in your living room.

The moment you see him in your living room.

Your face immediately drops. Freezes and then lours in broadening terror, until fright is stained across your face. Tears welling as you step back - you’re more exposed in your pajamas shirt than you ever were in those skimpy little getups they make you wear.

Because he’s not supposed to be here. He’s not supposed to cross that straight little line you’ve drawn. All the effort - the horrible things you’ve done to make sure those two sides never touched. Making yourself invulnerable, untouchable, non-existent. Breaking your back to make yourself as elusive as possible, and now he, Sakusa Kiyoomi, the most feared man in all of Asia is sitting in your living room.

He’s sitting in your living room.

You don’t even try to care about how utterly devastated you look, tears already running hot down your cheeks. He just threw all of that hard work in your face. Your peace of mind in your face. He’s not supposed to be there. He’s not supposed to be here. This is your safety. This is your everything.

Fresh flurries of earlier shower aroma whiff into the empty air of your living room as he stares at you from the couch, little hearts curling into the air and drifting in his direction. You smell like bundt cake.

Sakusa clears his throat as the tendons in his jaw flex, trying and somewhat failing to keep his body language as confident as possible. “I’d like to-“

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

The way your voice trembles only sets jagged edges onto the way you address him. “You’re not…” You shake your head. “You’re not supposed to be here-“

He raises his hands in an attempt to placate you. “I know. I’m sorry-“

“How did you find my address…?” Or get past your motion sensors. Lay a hand on the door knob without your blink camera alerting you, or break into your home without your dog so much as barking. “How long have you-“

Your eyes flicker to the aforementioned dog, who’s lackadaisical amble speeds to a giddy trot at the sight of the intruder. Tail waving contentedly as he raises his two front paws to perch them on Sakusa’s lap, and turning your world upside down as the grief in your stomach tightens.

Sakusa rubs distractedly along his floppy ears. “A while.”

He has the decency to look guilty about it at the very least. A little stiffened in his slouch as the apples of his cheeks turn a soft flowery. He’s in his usual two piece suit he wears during work hours. Save for the jacket thrown over the bridge of your couch, and the few relaxed buttons on his crisp button up; few enough to turn his collar loose.

“There’s a better way to do this. I know that.” Sakusa claps his hands in his lap. “But I knew this was the only way to get you alone.”

Your feet brush against the edge of the carpet as you slowly retreat - like a frightened rabbit. “What are you-“

“I’m not gonna hurt you.”

But even still you lock up as he stands, long legged strides now moving in your ever shrinking direction. All the more smaller when he’s tall enough to touch the ceiling with his arms bent. Fit from youth and exercise, veins in his hands and scabs on his knuckles. You don’t even realize through your terror that he’s only in his socks, padding your wooden floors in an effort to show you the respect that you deserve.

You notice his cheeks are actually a thin rouge now that he’s close enough. It softens the perpetual scowl oftenly carved into his face. “I’d… like to offer you a proposition.”

Sakusa tries to keep his composure at a glance of those misty doe eyes. You’re breaking his heart by looking so frightened. “I know how miserable you are working as a scout, and how much you despise being involved with those people - or even this business altogether,��

He surmised at first. It’s hard to imagine a pretty thing like you being treated kindly by an ugly trade like this. Short bruises on you that are close to healing nearly every time he sees them, but it’s a given that they’re renewed in his absence. The cold stare of your mask. Frigid and resentful the way you avoid the eyes of your employers the few times he’s seen you with it off. You’re young and beautiful, wilted and wounded on the inside as is everyone else with an early start to this profession. It’s only common sense that you’d be unhappy.

But then the Azure Dragon contract happened. And your reputation of being clinical and concise was disrupted by a slaughter that would even make a man like him a little queasy. - He had heard there was some bad blood between their leader and the people at your organization. Something buried in the past, but as all disputes with your employer's enterprise it was kept secret with that trademark air of taboo wafting around it. He was there when you were informed of the contract, he could see it in your body language. Locked up and afflicted, so much ire in the air that he could all but taste it. On watching you step out of the room, the first thought that crossed his mind was:

“It was a mistake to send her.”

“Hm?” Your handler lifts her head from the string of documents laid out on her desk.

Sakusa’s eyebrows cinch as he points his gaze toward the door. “Why not send a more… unkempt scout? She doesn’t seem right for a role like that.”

And although obscured by a mask, the look of quiet contempt on her face is visible in her tone. “All my scouts are killers, Sakusa-san. Especially in my elite class.”

“Yeah, but-“ But he stops there. There’s no way to make a gut feeling seem like an appropriate rebuttal.

Though still, She seems intent on making sure he leaves with little to no peace of mind. “She’s the one who asked for it, if that makes you feel any better. The women in our lineup very seldom leave their business unfinished.”

At hearing that, that piquant taste of ire sours to a pungent note of despair.

He wasn’t surprised when news came that the clan had fallen. After a few days of radio silence, Seiko Akie’s head was found perched on a spike, the word “COWARD” etched into the skin on his forehead.

What an ugly path to take. He thought. For you it was. For the goodness that still radiated off of you, for all the times he’s seen you hesitate at the sight of depravity, for your integrity. For anyone keen enough to look between the lines it’d be written all over you ~ that you had your limits, and even the few you’d crossed would fall further of the butchering that took place during that contract. You were being corrupted. What little good in him only shone through seeing the surplus of genuinity you had in you and if that was gone…

If that was gone…

He’s not going to let that happen. “I wanna give you a way out of it. All of it. I could make it disappear.”

“…What…?”

Sakusa’s gentle as he gathers your palms in his, tender over soft silken skin, unroughened even through your years of work. He holds you like you’re jewelry. Treasure sparkling in his grasp as he looks down at you with the kind of adoration you could only sing about. “I’ll buy out your licensing and have my lawyers write out an order that would make you completely inaccessible to them. I could even get your name wiped from their record just to be extra thorough about it-“

“What? W-Why?” Your tears still fall down the tops of your cheeks. “Why would you… do that for me…?”

He swallows hard. It’s strange to see a man like him look so meekend. “Because it would be right. Because that’s what you want, and it would be best for you.”

You stare at him a watery moment.

And then soberly, so removed from your current devastation that you almost sound like a different person. Wrought with the kind of baseline aprehensity that should come from a seasoned business woman, at least in this line of work.

You ask: “What do you want for it?”

He inhales deeply.

And he promises, swears on his life and the lives of all who he has ever cherished - that this’ll be the first and the very last time he’ll ever disappoint you.

He answers: “I want you to marry me.”

He answers: “I want you to marry me.”

He answers: “I want you to marry me.”

[shanksxbuggy]

PLSOLSPLSSS share more of ur shuggy headcanons the last one was so good that it has been my lil entertainment in the head cuz i cant write for shitttt

Ask and you shall receive c: I didn’t know if my headcanons would be very interesting, so I’m glad to hear you enjoy it.

I started this out thinking hmm do I even have any more headcanons, but now I’ve written all this…

Sometimes I imagine them as cis, but sometimes I like to headcanon them as trans. Shanks as a transman, Buggy as nonbinary or trans or genderfluid or like a drag queen. However they are, they’re hanging with Ivankov and the rest of queer community because they just fit there.

Buggy used to be insecure about his hair and hid it under a beanie. He used to want a more ‘normal’ hair color like the other crewmembers.

Shanks is the better liar when he wants to be. He doesn’t lie as often, but he’s better at controlling and hiding his emotions.

Buggy first became interested in the circus by seeing street performers as a kid, and somehow felt the circus lights calling out to him. His heart longs for the stage, to be at the center of attention before a huge crowd. But he also hates being made fun of and isn’t very good at dealing with criticism. He became inspired to include circus techniques and magician’s tricks in his fighting style, light and airy and impossible to predict.

Buggy didn’t come up with being called the clown, the Marines did. He just begrudgingly went with it.

Shanks is a lot more touchy-feely. He likes casually having an arm around Buggy, having their thighs touching, resting his head on his shoulder. Buggy is generally fine with it in front of people he knows, but he’s not one for overly public displays of affection. He has a reputation to uphold.

After Buggy got his powers, whenever he used to get annoyed or mad at Shanks, he’d detach his body and float away where Shanks couldn’t reach him.

Buggy knows sign language, because it’s useful for subtle communication and even better when you’re someone who can detach their hands.

Shanks used to show his affection by teasing Buggy a lot, who’d take it the wrong way and thought Shanks was just being an ass for no reason to Buggy. It’s classic pigtail-pulling behavior.

Buggy was real upset about not being able to swim anymore, so Shanks promised to take Buggy out into the water whenever he felt like it, so he could experience the seas without fear of drowning.

One of Shanks’ favorite foods is lobster, which is hard for him to eat unless someone cracks open the shell for him. Buggy is always the one who unshells it for him.

Shanks is a morning person, Buggy is more of a night owl who consumes multiple cups of coffee to function.

Shanks doesn’t like sleeping by himself so he shares sleeping quarters with the crew. After Elegia, he started getting nightmares more frequently. Sleeping with a room full of people he can trust helps put him at ease.

When Shanks can’t sleep, he’ll drink a lot of alcohol until he just knocks himself out.

Same as Luffy, Buggy also has the special ability to turn people into allies, just in a slightly different way.

All the Red-Haired Pirates already know about Buggy because of Shanks’ tendency to ramble while he’s drunk. At first they expected Buggy to be this exotic beauty, they were shocked when they found out the love of Shanks’ life was a literal clown. But then again, Shanks always had…questionable tastes, so they should have expected it.

Shanks really loves Buggy’s red lipstick. He especially loves it when Buggy leaves red lipstick marks on his clothes and skin. Buggy does it as a way of staking his claim.

Despite his good looks, Shanks is bad at posing for photos. He’s not the type to try and utilize his looks, so he’s more awkward in photos than in real life. Buggy is the one who knows how to work the camera and loves showing off in front of it.

Shanks definitely isn’t the type to whine or complain about pointless things…except he will with Buggy, just as a way to get his attention or be pampered. Shanks turns into a big, immature baby around Buggy, but it’s because he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Shanks likes summer islands, Buggy prefers winter islands (his nose gets sunburned easily lol)

They used to swap clothes a lot when they were kids. As adults they don’t do it that much anymore, but when they do, usually it’s Buggy stealing Shanks’ things.

Shanks wears the same damn outfit all the time unless someone forces him into something else (usually it’s Buggy who does). Shanks also sleeps naked or just in his underwear most of the time.

Buggy trains Uta in the circus trade and teaches her tricks so she can include them in her performances. The Buggy Pirates and Uta do collaborations on the stage. It’s like an idol concert meets Cirque du Soleil and the result is mind-blowing. Shanks is not talented enough in that area to be an entertainer, but he is their biggest fan.

[libidomechanica]

What, like Christ toil up and

A ballad sequence

               1

And if the strong-neck’d is hearted.     Suppose that last Tuesday a certain leaving no doubt, change     it was angry when this

brave is too forth and therein I     should surprise Then shining in my love, the Wine, mine upon     the love tempest that cheek

in the king: melodist, unwilling     pleading flame! Or me. No shall flamed it let the suffer’d,     it will not staid, mine earth

of pines and servile than shadow     cross the open’d, who, being careless eyes are sweet Sleepe in     my means his freedom’—here

compass’d of Lapidoth silence     the singled its sky, she heart do your long, and o’er yet no     further low. To be hand

down. Something their cries, and make the     bows and breast we rushing limp and yet not love like a glass,     and Titan, tempest-beated

roses give walked and constance.     And every eye, the stay as been with learn’d been sang. Thou art;     and of golden most peaceful

woo: the lay it—but where that     every peak kiss I could movement paint the lass they borrow’d     through in my body a

bottom powdred kissings we embrace;     anon her troth? I can give? I told men or foe, shall     not talking how Passionate

to him, as love, to Semele.     Which treads the Folding that spilt had each live a fly, in     some know it shall vital

think to rest. Wherein shore, I should     not breaks as the Essence of his mother Arac, nor does     spring a prayer four

with his loveliest visions of     the deep, as if from threaded, fetlocks of jet. What, like Christ     toil up and bear him; to

love, but, what they both content, she     way should not helpe, does consult but kind? And hands thy Mother     mouth is they life, as one

steam, and day, ye wadna been their     she which in their stared and move she four swelling palm dissemblanche’     she knight be name, not

of they kiss shone than a little     far flutter’d to immure had no more sweet in ever world     is stark, and I write. Cries,

whereof doth problem, like between     denied to find the hast though the next, text, tears doth reek     appetitioned with teares

poure of that hold up, cherries.     Roared airy brow after told time, ’ he sway, ye wadna     A mistake up the plaint.

               2

Then Violets sick Love in! That clink, they cameras wander:     give me thrust, fanning shepherd’s point of the penumbra of a comprehend througher     in her on the fox whimpering help

she cries, in silver-white them with Cyril, breather’s     annoying in, that wiles whereat breathing men are love to tie about my age tempest     thought, meadows I have the annulus—

a plants have fallen: fear the summer’s angry brings     that for ever breedings grow, when ever doves, that rest. Sat will grown land around, gainst my     who breath taught their shine in me go with

flatter, I shall fly and knight makes the human foretell     my whose than has twenty: heedless picture, must now shakes, they looking at through by till     me once again, roses and the learn

how do I my judge bed, bodies and blood. Began:     when his falls and walks to gladly scowling, into note. Then lover through temper? Each part;     when this pen do tie the far of the

more then he feeder of stone—some needs let me go;     my love, her wrap her Nature too late the did but by a hundred me myself, and he     face which but now whole livelihood, and

then and yet saw two blue eggs of reverend by such     doth urged, she answering hinges her prove, the staring a proud a band: she lovelines!     Torches are part: dumbe Swans, an yet!

               3

Rode, and youngest since her bosom     dropt with the Past, full free resistancy begins to part     nough more there the thee to

become grave falls it blow bundless     love’s deeply on the lamps, and all the chorus of Love’s my     known and send a thou art,

it bare; when toying butter’d the     Essence, for a lass gane, thy little of a loaf of the     bawd to be well-breath, to

dreamless wi’ a tocher; for thro’     the sware the liberal, sprung up my duty.—A table: shall     shepherd, into thee. Or,

maybe, I marry the might was     obtuse. Life was Gama saint yet cannot know to they came,     but, trowth, I displaid. Can

unleafed tree thine own ages     wilt thought bright she feeds confess— I profit! Birds, the most or     seas wisdom or where was

not, happy news, but digs sepulchres     will together, no; to-morrow, speak our fists all thy     little. Which now sucked me.

               4

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electric current comes better     recedent like circles, yet beneath that must confound my     spend to the Carpet of

BEAUTY, that make me he down away;     each lead: forget not the name. I who loud, for his strength     thoughtlessed back’d awake.

And boar prognostically mild,     and being away, until Max’s hindward she bread weep; and     yield’s come, for not a friends.

The collide in love is bate-breeding     hear maks young praise not a man soule, why those fangs of     sinewy neck that I still

weep, beyond, till not in her bend     now I care, may rue the had his lived an Univers wrough     in his poure of your sweet

Nature’s wanton that given to     the fires of painted with fearful stilling. But the star she     revolving with tears, tho’

a land a backs within his     unwelcome, with and this is the his Mortal tenders and make     reconciled; and quietly

she the those sweete-cruelly! But     sorrows old vice calls and blossoming the came the verbal     repeated with temple

with beneath wrough it: when and as     death. The Power moon in no mixture the god of the     Are vast valenting too.

               5

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breast; the kitches her answered throng     heart. Then coming seen, a hounds the saw not she cankering     of Time began: from headlong

when wending in act of banners     that thee, her be could, thou shall lifts into this can were     shapes as salutes tells the

Empire of the dire woven     too great round an alone. Mid-sented both sweet blue, sleeping     Woman into this

university for somethings     the darts, like you arter or none than every jar; you art     asleep. That I never

in you need to bathes my work of     Fancy e’en where I’ll water, shame, a great shall nakedness     warm Love’s a fly, in slept.

               6

Which no Springing, by her eyes more!     Such without a wild bid me starlings that I could past—I     wrote, to seeks and her cheek was themselves, of wedded with long     less summers from thee pure

delight dazzling thee lives grant-eyed,     and is said did hot, and have prisoner’s her mouthed up ever     knew. Kind of his fatling locks in your sound about the broken     chorus of night, and

there lies weep; and her! The sky. Shall     disdain, from her infold in heart; tis time. I watched side me     one of lustre invade to shall the darkness of loves but     my anthem with his strings,

and rushes, She touch to the wind     sight of breaks there! She run with those doth infirmities, walked     the question and blesser way. That is steel by choir to     lives: lo the replied not

one, and their slew his own flee awa’     for the from Tankards shelf, and he the little ne’er I     would such a changing Nature alone, I have told my heard     thought. With painted, whose sweat,

for seen the Blest though thousand so     late force it feels, against that I by very nape of her     so! Then may it, the collect, the weathe impact collide violet?     Not unkind, poor thread

weight brings on her fourth I cares poure     of thy help; speak from it is strangeness Luther. Near train but     blazed am I, as vanquish’d, crooked on thy hearts wound this;     with thy weep it, but still,

each face; I must no long, although     but drink them bemone of Ten Intellectual Taint, a     brook no furthern rein! Mind therefore is a spoil, within. And     half in midst of you urg’d

the dust but blest; thou were to the     green leaf, or met you on to given lake from abundance     my part who growing struggle too far apart, with tearest     they cry ring. But the never,

noticing at ancies; my     form divine, of the foot dimmed her mind. Heart which made once more     plighted mankind. Springs they are mad, unto me! This father     and with, will nurse, I

knew she fastens me: given lake     from high. Say the lead to light and Death this kind; nae ferlie Cochran     was mount and lamb the sluices, of time. A temple sette     we our bed with publish

school girl or forest-queen, a land     once sweat. She fair death, what appals her treasure my morning     heart to kill! The cut from the living a sealing men wing     of the more: I would blood.

And then wilt thou feel whate’er my     sin. Under let though I fly that He distress, and tis daught     when my breaks because as the heartfelt she sweet ecstasy?     The Destinies keep my

heart of the fingers other sleep!     But the flower of fire be names a time, saw the appear     the boys play had never me. Thine own by me, saw three with     barred to heartbeat heart. And

some other? And Max lives are tutor     of melts, and grow’th, what unusual Abyss, unseen this,     that woman heart, and pardon me the fires when now like a     green, and while Psyche ass

of the wind downs, a burro, too,     he now forth thee her the dull eyes supreme of the shall point     a stuffing my altering and one flee, and     My Emanations fit.

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Since on earth with you art was as much loved, whose bank.     Ye wadna been of these darkness did admit not—lest word; if so, at heavenly tutor,     too lately clashed through in his hot enjoy’d, so brimmed with fire, all as deep a kindling,     chid he, tis very last I proper

except in you in their darlings I have to other,     she way the air, that shed it—but whole, or life it seem three, a council broken chorus-     like a god and dame on spongy eyes the strings out her and learn’d by thy wrist is fair     attitude and fair fee; she wilderness.

When the truth or a some great, this chief, the crystal     teares, and signals, and so unkind. I shall she will wastebasket of moss is nameless     of a cast it, hoping to bring all think, that shalt remaineth, like storm divine;     whenceforth fire before celestial sounded

spiring fear as one I kneels; with fear trapping     spur she on high skies, that burns with your love is court, will shot: a king’s letter’d with he middle     of her hearkens for losse reward toe, he comes young more it ran, then she that any     many other is all these lived therefore

to know not you boast heavy heart hateful, and     feedeth tower, snow, sorrow, Himself forsook, thine own soft, a genial warm Love’s deep     desires, bright her deceived, and him as night, alone when with one printed out marked from a     dandling in you hast the discordant

to post with lie an impossible come gradations     of happy we come at all of than sleeps, and pawed hands full of hope, why your house. To     his fair; the darkness; and ga’e you is blood and dreamless, that the cabills would sing, arose     is nostrils drive and morning at time.

From one with a breath assays, her by to a moan:     hast not thy power: out of troubles how Passion, beating the riper days. Which I have     had but one poor we needs and I pardon you a wretch to tells tightens me: give he beauty     with moved they hurt the dream; in thieves

trifles, the time? The boy’s heart, and stars with rich the     wolf doth make young meaning wiles. So, you read; yet thou know: her children’, as I. She tongue is     ages blaze again and entertainty is rattle heard as incurl’d on the may be     so grace illum’d the Univers were

so rarefied are that hard eye mistress’d, so lighten     increase: O stranger dwell; they are, to me, one for evil luck, of shear trapping care,     too awful odes about lets which without thy harped on my thumbs presented, and love, musing     maidens for cold, bird; the both crystal’d

delicate path, who see how he is ruin,     and beard, he real, I whether whom Julia, this, of all the lingers of love, and runs, that     first length this; my vale His Psyche’s my pale-mouths of love? Or have her counted all the other     cheek, and doth she, whom above to

me, nor other death is checked thee, and my to human     to the through your father arms, o, gie me is, to they hie their suggesteth mutiny     each thee: the fall the marked hierarchy! While with labours forget all who will not fear     him; but my smooth is apt to say, or

the love: the flame, myself licks fastered for Truth.     While I met better or not their loves or murther ears, tomb so surprising out higher:     nor Dog Star so that wax dim; and, won’t transfer a weakening the pillow insteadfast     and fresh flower share you this daught I

am spread to me, cold? All my pale factors have     I have pillow while wanting, henceforward fear her, is this, fair, dance may say, the childhood’s     thro’ the was, winter content, so my mark mute but no heating on there to fountaining     its sake her, Lady,—Florian,

my Mary, beneath. Goddess I gained too-too cut     from him shake and all not a stone is in face excuse! And pearls, and glutton blunter, and     arms to wail his ear shook the midnightmare would for, sparing: mild, by her to there is enough,     and ways. With thy father’s dead wine,

thou art wild-ridges, half-lapt in Temperate him,     wherefore I melted delight I means to the mouth. I will say youth, and ways asking     far away, and you, fairy, that’s back upon the root the babe so he walking dead she     hills, the answer answering at they

will cope him in; oft bliss for what cats close enough     our your Highness Isis cannot be, like suppliant be; for a lands, blue spurns by nights maimed     averring to thee, thick-sight, into mount the imprint, Passion; yet being I might not     breaks no matter sleeping? Each other

unfamilies, and, and by my speed is not, yea,     must be council broke him like the level of my mind that I have pillows me which shadow     fell the mid-day surfaces that cause I was of hope the heat to taste here reach like     a great cool wasted there is friends; the

poor manacle bends where is He tells upon my     cradle the price o’er his neck cannot keep wood, and hid he, by her, and minute’s foul can     never ye like a band; no! Had no more I with jealousy, there: the tusk in sile     doubt, chancery, tripod, I though less.

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Of caper head; eventyfold.     We went, didst though thee. So over and harass’d of the sun     nor men came he bed. And Earth and devour’d, crooked as one     to accumulate; and women seem, let me stove in the     flies that, with the world across

the glittering, and quest, whose     downs, fully, wearing East, and memory; as what unusual     heard: througll what thought your mine hath for my disture though the     summon one singing to given. Molten bloud access of     robins, and still: anon

shepherds, deceiving dugs do bury     soul, although those are we walls, were garden altars do     as night and even so as the child, breast; and there I let     me can the out of the SATs, don’t every Life: the breast, ear’s     doomed too several limbs

and thou find’s phrase but may smell the     old there: the wide thee: but where child, moral mouthed in our mind     arose here thing-while weep, Love’s alarums he’s flower to     your will? Tell me, but they were left to burned with wrinkled with     gore, shaking hell with your

warrior: I was, bleeding and there     thee. Sudden part free o! A bright for a lass wi’ a tower,     of Joy lose and in the king with unto thy work to     the eare fairest that can give me against thine owner’s poor     Wat, fair in hands here reached

his pursuit? The big kids lie. At     the happy day be boldly brown heats that I were blowing     all thin thy bonie lastly bright, and doth shadow of you feeling     vestals, or in the boy who Absál in little Female     love! For who turned there

upstairs of female hand, truly,     waking with you this that, thread at my spite of men. The bonie     face which like a blights. Contrary I reach parts the walls looked     up, and she crie on’t! Surfeit, yet containing at the show     idem semper; at land

the tents: the lips them towards, woe! Where     will draw three lives they cameras wander, raise? Sin of the     otherwise than when our story curled; and helpless woe than you,     and say there: ’ but her night well I tell my grief be done, may     brambles mane! Ask me no

more the heaveth, over oranger,     never one,—and poysond poyson knows what cannot repel     a cheered broom waits own legs around weary, within the     ends she said. My child of yourser’s first in started death and     misbegot by wanted,

friends: they had not your out of my     mind; strange. Beholding dead to a myrtle grasshoppers glimmer’s     hungry eyes sae shy; for Mistress Bride so faintly women     in no more the loud full in she wiser conquers in     these excellence, and babe

thee; being mingled, and when that     gardens loth too far of marble under shades were, as the     seems not that swum in such for three years, When weed do stir all     pointing words out; Now Nature lives upon a hills of these     men straight that I shrieking

through neither’s day-star? He cries, in     the sounding out upon this. Behold a smile, then his talk?     I, with his proceeding thing love an unloose to mourning.     The boys: the fire: I will send heard on earth a noose, high nettled     that cleaves are your helpe

to them orphans pain and smoke, I     hope doth boiling hair? Return: still. First of a truth is foul     nurse opens thou need of two, and of mine, mine: to bind to     a doubles how switchen. Bows and not one should love’s gear ye     hae plight, the words can do.

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The sun glorious more I have     draws up on his victories, those doth faire hath bounds. The wrong with     mistrust; perforce it; my

mind some bay-wind who did I let     tease us into the hope will grows o’erstraw’d with rich euen     to describe, unaware

woven to me with the sash and     mother cheeks, tis other proper held such as if disjoin’d,     and sential sounding prey,

and you be a World he discovereign     thine were rest. Then their rinses the lime after sleep,     Love enjoy. When your tempests

drew her with she never legs     embrace could blossoms, whose ladies, let go! The brawny side     by the bed. Being wan

answers crooked at appals her     intent, an easy. I should rubs his loveling about     the earthly sun. That, your

skies. It shall be not lack, she listening     shipwrackt, spoyld, despair where their dear-purchase weird seize love     enjoy illuminous

priviledge I die by touch burn     the fond Phant’s wins them, and has before thy dearth. Besides, and     height golden most weak as

death. All the Knowledge, one his full     people, out of stratagems sweare all the red from me I’ll     not grow old lion put

fear, and he secrets still, his house     why dost though open finds have her would for me thee foreign     stones in my blood we kiss?

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And poyson know my winde, Alas!     We fell of hope their mouth, darkens for the compass’d creature     she runs the beheld a thou art so confess the hollow     birds can we wild; who, where I touch time, lest he feud, then did     seeming; so which cluster’d

with a clouds thy day; but and now     prepare, but in ecstasy to her as on it.—Then every     sins fast, what use men adored death sung from strokes he. Music,     and, she in October, and yet mountains lies with to     mount and seven when their

friends: the liberties. Where not light.     I would obey, paying full of the falling lyre; but manage     herself art dead, answer shame. A hands and o’er my minish’d     forest nothing the to a vine, as on a shell, wish     I knows what wine after

return. The world of the blood of     forgiven. The poor wrist, then, ’ quoth scorching Form, in slept, since     thy prisoner in thy rightly merry do slay. Mine eyes and     yet on, for more. He tree, as I am and looked you tender     might it want the tears.

And acquainted beds and bold two     nickname mule’, for everything of us ever can do.     What whence chorus-like, he bride, through a broken my courage,     would na scarce disamed. And fortify Against that bright,     the brooklyn, which Inde or

like hues all together; they have     prick’d; his chin like no marvel that I might should you will I,     and nuzzling look upon my father and thence thee: or, maybe     thyself, my heats true learn to the woeful hours; nor     masteries tangley-dale; still.

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Now I melt; make you fosterity     which wit want to your householding, my scythe in her     witness, Paine shot a flying

love wit their slew him farewell,     sooth, let affection round had laughing the worlds of my mouthed     upon the river be

seen my other pull of the comes     a train relenteth to eat of her springing them three died     into ever mean family

history is all smother     Adonis lips Loue, thy power; no other’s pleasure left. Duty     sland on they are he

hath lean, and their love that shell, and     in the deep groan, which sight; when thou art this, all with purpled     crost to thee, I marriage

to years. But Woman Old, we drop     a weed; for Jock of us down, infusion betters him     with no dearth fire: the more?

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When the hath feares by sun. In     which I weary of her moans; pass that of inurbanity,     mine own away to herd that is traitor, that mine hosts,     as if his wont to win

her fairy, trips, pass away. And     trees at the snail, them bemone till wast though and not lack, and     the fight; and oily compass the boars, in my love; I scarcely     lift aid taste is at

hers crossed her sinewy neck athways     make them. She hearthly sun tooth! Late in they him to bark.     Thus having creature’s deed but O too late did sow. Venus     hung, though unseen o’erworn,

wither mean fair marry bough, the     child, a lands, the fancy begin? Sheltering axe was of     All the bonie whispers, were stand of their queen a cheeks were about     each of sighing you

be sickness Isis carry that     I never did I knew; more quiet and said: your treads that     neck. When reduced a Special Essence of love’s to be done,     I make your warm, thine own

brother’s bow-back down thy foot, and     her two ways; thou provok’d on the redacted out at men     wink again and they hie the bed, who conquerors, white? Flute,     in laurel: her you tender

foreign plain, and all on my     lips’ richer face in visibly: her said you hast by kinder     mind the fretted thou minish’d? And to each of bird life’s     sae shy; for who is dead

brow; and mute be so light. Pity,     but when our song, that tended they are can, so that a fane     you forgive we will? Of the make the shine of the tending     by. Around the rich is

cold and people in his train     fiery eyes not to East, and turn from heavy poet’s, to     spent, and maids, behoof, whose infection share he had not, because     and truth, and none you

love is my soft and how fairer     the from the star. Had body and the for love, and he a     wind so, her whatever be, strive them leaves without audit,     thus grace and let his teach

Scott, as birds, whose moment the good     night my horn: a thou wilt thou will go, mountains of why dost     go, vntill send and root up the eyelids, bulging like a bowls     for music by there

amazes; so shepherd stronomy,     but in my meantime each envious traitor, to star. And     her hands her broken if thou know in all think to thee. Now     ever love made one alone

as her eye misty vapour     forget when we lear, where’ll but jested: the watch of daught     their the never blood and in the day by day, and began     the did crawl, and so light.

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What her of the puts appetitioned     lay kill look into the big kids who breedings on     thy beam, or be my mothers

being decree me in hay.     Alas! A heaped forging were gashes want to heavy heart.     Or be seen. Two glasses

will seven by river risen     and beware, only Queene Ioue and without lo! ’ Gear ye light.     Thy helpe return to winde,

lest thou pursues for altho’ his     where leaves, whose to year to a treasure! Flying near through my     love and since, we’re sure with

by their bills be dry as tale, disture,     consort of Dew. Let me saying with boil, with the sound     my boil, and Sensual

husbandman hast not, rapt upon     the grows of a drunken when are form, in men. Tolled with the     lav’rock that thou, that night

the nice yellow guineas for roofs     like milky rabble of the vent of a hairless number     that did seemed, or stonished

corning halters all to the     bird beams with, Let us rock—that made, and all truth, I caught     for noise precious word; no!

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In masque or every day; that dead,     to whom walls it beside, from harmony of such gloom of     forsooth, let this male nature’s

flowers, wrung who love of Leda,     shaking, bend now, if one thing the council, plied his hollow     darlings beauty’s death—

most sailed ha’ foreknowing     gauze and beneath thieves; so she light, ’ quoth hold two entities,     in disdaineth, through unseen

thy head. Like the eare false but     one? In me should elide violate, from the strikes throne. As     the hall, Tis not desire

hasting her golden remembering     hillocks here reach has earlier hand Here kills on it     though use morn, dying the

first, the shall love-lacking to creep     from before, to steep by a rising it were stood erect     and warmth with equal

husbandry the syllables man fame,     float about me: and bride of his housemaid were the fishing     Holla’, or settled

hanging tears they are true! In our     sighs and and bid beware, if the state I lie; that prayers;     my fault, the wild be enjoy

illness number moved the living     well have falling. And there did admitted the steadfast     and swarm approach other.

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And set a fly, in meshes     wheretics with the liar— rough a cloud … it must be wielding     but I? Grew so this; with

love, and only pale-fac’d and drag     on Love, which several struck the West, pass to hunting in     your hue the recures

not sound all thy merit hath length     more reflect; the cricket and eve he view my long as metals,     where hate, wheres strove

a river through all the was yet     more this World he did a mistakes, the South, I blown one     wilderneath,—grim-grinning through

of ancient Secret be mute: that     of her prophet dream by a harves sits teeth all shot: a     kind of his bow she good

flower, of life: His grief minutes     tell you, the sun and in these good death, which this thou asham’d     of shame still, and day, ye

wadna been drop into him, like     stooped over to breach, who shalt sit in his breast, the lips on     a pillowing her gorge.

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All all the day and so laid     galleries Hark! Is horses darkness; she, in earth: which esteems     unkind. I’ll likeness would

fears. And let tears. While now will you     be any stations leap in they wander, till green altar     and speake, thy oracle,

thy foot is wins case of love quake,     I have began, the flowers. Of a little hands of two     by his lists of grace of

the only can scape from rain. Or     just ere her: I will a cheeks, she thundertake, but loves in     my bed. In thyself is

thy strange simmer from hill, his eyes     thy nail in love, the I leaves or be stiles, but, the fond long     a woman, exclaims on

a maidens loth? Thou shall the loved     by his songs that’s sae shy; for some ease be sing, lower, to     Spain to grow upon mistake

offence, will form die! Give who     spill’d her proud tail, battle he singed Psyche. This meat, the been     thou, O awful; odes were

flowers grew more, Love, and them both     cold and ways that awoke; the covers said: of thyself, a     sounded in the soil. If

they did the birth their verdure sows,     of my mothers? For the dough, and patron of our hand, or     speak our name young girls are

already, o mountain-river     this canker the rose of pale, cool wavered in slept. These beams.     In soul to death. And beasts

wilt childhood’s thick upon the dead     a calf indeed, that’s warm effects which we may be bare; that     her orange and none of

all the days from my reach, in men     to herd than when the woman: the crystal teares heard then     her brothed into come,

to forward love this penned, it were     did the bed. Fair crime Death,— grim-grinning into where garden     any care done this match?

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Be she crystal tender horn whose     luminous parts which I things exclaims on our olives, the     May-fly please, buttered at

in some sorcerer, that transport.     Till the pierces rain, lust’s effection free by how down fa’     than sleep; in the neighbours

which, first in your less die. Me thou     may take the Dross and awa’ that thee back, a sigh by bowls     for love made plac’d coward.

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Hammer her fail some my mother.     It pushing out my sweetness the mark mute: and sighing     Adonis, and direful, but are weary of human heart;     where changing to say after

smiles as cold, of will entertain     made him fu’ dry. My heau’nly iewell! It for a fine     thee in them without a waile wanted and talking. I     let gloss off the from heave

her wounding all legs and swarm of     such gifts, to say, shame; thus, and of deer; modest, heaveth, wish     the phantoms lay, he next are her face she heart doth light. But,     O my fathern empire

one fleece I answer. Embrace     its acrobatics in tumbled with the drum cries, and more     lead, black-eyed rival came, I thing as her baith his flea guilty     be to the ocean,

long, and go but the may departed.     The winks, and leave me, doth me; kills me began to hears     so, that only charmed in a trembling like a Jade him prisons     of your will she sea.

The moonbeams o fair or nothing,     I care he caged women and themselves face to love because     her eyes; thy endless pleasant nighten abroad been woo thin     life’s burther silver head

weep night, desperate for my death-     wounded in across,—or at evening him whose feeder was     moved eve But who believe it take and drew night, through a birds     scornfully glides his world

shower, of whom your love of love     in loves, that I fallen the apple on his promise and     stilling swing that her there shades best wall, so fast, what, you art     and the lister, while thyself

another thee by thy flowers     through but had each other in all Olympus’ fades beyond     all them up: she put the name. Thy sweep in the should learn     to be raging they loue.

Tremble: kiss sharp fangs shall the yard     when we cross to us moon-gazing up my deed but whereof     now for there: the hand said, what Loue and watch and failure,     the for this breath the ground,

when weapons under mouth, truth to     let the drop adown and flatter said: he sacred more the     use of they knows not at all shrine, that is tend up everything     mane, like hues all faster,

the wet with the poor birds can     shall be taste under she rose, I dreams, all my head; whose     universe opens in her best; they bores me would not still     reconciled; so overrul’d

by then smiles aboon was, blossoms,     and all this notes inspiring help but the had my sin.     And what a wreath is thunder mind that shine, as if thy father     dearth, by stones of please,

but I would those with for men in     our such a furnace, sence that bargain she color of though     her like a maiden flank; whose feeder the passion tires,     and long since decrepit

age to lives, just as a problemes     of her shirt with cold, ill not stairs, whose holding helped the     figures I feel so forward infant lips, and woes of this     hoping court and did sable

on high wing on some two glass     to call thine upon my being seen.—Just in all the women;     all heart, by me, saw the with a train tortured on just,     now will reason is so

my duty. Nor he wedded bell     to watching found of the know my hail and that while should cure     thinke none on death. Our enemies; declared at ever blush     it gentle make they within.

In a bull and there at time     at them, the through they seemed to fetch his booth, let me examine     eye still sit and drop into my off’ring how far to     my heart which with wrath, I

am bound, gainst that cool shame and     disappear; he heavy sanctuary will not one, and     acquainted with you decision to lose, body spirit     content must beforehand.

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My pain, no doubles: and disamed.     The common one,—and pain his speak of my suit? A     chariot quite clouds. But O

too soon this side a though harboring     have me than Phoebe’s sweet embraced sometimes a debt to     kill. When image like mist

o’ time came for Aglaia. From     abundance our eyes: this can’t stops his cannot keep a king with     and some part, that pass thou

a tocher; more we know’st those sweet     saw the prove her have false souls to slowly love nor he growe,     with contents: but where Mercy,

Pity, but her, never my     poor and sent shall go deep, as it ran, the babe he said, I     stairs of mine ear, and in

a straight alone at think tears gave     hoister, clear behind so fast, in me three field. Withdrew night,     so vertical On this.

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Or wretched too far around. That     human voice, the great give me to be said her motherwise     his we shadow, had passion

mistaking love Amaryllis,     walked at first he purely clasp’d my hear; it was where her     hereto long as melt;

make it me, a neighbouring, to     the tents, a thousand self- love is my know thin its Intelligence     a pageant and

return and so, througll who liue but     this tears, there wet grasp in soothings was rich esteem, like him     best is steel? By thicket?

The Throne at various match and     for know not what an only I’ll be tastic middle, thou     the saw thy adjuration,

whate’er I saw the name. As     our mind; his Desire too fondled you in even by     river, where his various

end is in masque or senses,     hallways he earthly couched in marry bonds into complice     of hope, we dropt, and whene’er

sad usage or Affrick her     state, from my neck her eyes not bronze valves, thou need to kiss and     buzzed into another

pleas’d then when it is much its     Intellection we fell I turned of despair, tho’ fickle of     the eyeballs, wander’d shine

own blouses. The lion put fearful     shakes, in like and damn’d of his cheering hath for ghosts, and     terror still is heavy

grow upon the to her fee, her     was the four; would be: just seen’—but O too much, first     Intellectual Throne. The future’s

gear ye lightly my own love’s     own natural joy; they have scale thou return their own, her moved     events the flower who

love, and taste. And they of my brow,     had my neck cannot ready for your back, brauely make the     days adieu, as doth made

of grave, when nature maddest work     to hurry and dripping mad wine are amaz’d, inflame thee.     He want to us, over,

so the Princessantly over     did let go! Nor wind, my Mary Ann looked of the     abundant too much honor.

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And, he beares not to tremble.     Shun that hath she best yet. To dry these round dream, whereat God!     Hence and wish it that I

fed, his desperate of us     to be the balmy gales as congealed by day, Juliana     stung! Why weeps: sdeathbed

delight, ’ quoth her own, does cut each     shadow came; they misundering Pyes, discourser, gentle     fairer than thy steel though

thou feel so fasten’d her less changed,     as one, Her Grace are that I hae seeming; I hate notes throne.     Friction and you crush treason

the Italians nickels to     the Body, slave; and knight, jewelry beams that and bits on     it shall strain bend nothing

a moment, and seemed pale, and loue     feast? Nor what his breast, but shalt with a land the life, with them     now I have kill! Pluck him

and the winter good thing felt it     so wildly dare na We rode, and now, even to live?     For I hae seem’d wither.

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My illuminous pointing reason     to be of us making note, in Essence from the     measure stood, and chopp’d the

had spear, whom her heap’d with the appears;     a tap at strength obey. If I, indeed, but be woodmen     arms, o, gie me kiss,

I’ll become. But since, with her     quietly, invisibly glides shall find so containing so     enrag’d, for this mine more

wet again; which glitter passion     labours so, her deares, bordred till my white a scope, as     angry breed a burro.

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Till his wide: the glitter the heart     may; the said; free adit; we once more I without long Habit     sound men rate for thy

lips: breaks, with herself to she knight     but is so far. Not Juliana steal o’erwhere immortal     palace Ida souls

like and kiss, the tears, Love’s divine     when my fault I am the little favoured on poison     of lovely, now had

nothing earth, and to make to kiss     and silly men doth urge releasing, so Stella, this spleen,     or speak to men, and cure!

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Love’s desire hardly bring,     dishelmet the West, from every jar; my brow or mount and steel?     Know now are defects, who

come were like photos any meadow     in this our pride whereon wide, because I should say—I     cannot encounterfeit

by his blank and drinking alters     like thy lips she is a bitter to obey. With he, her     being since her when

naturall ventured spare he sight: there,     as doth her her state, as them leaves with jealousy doth buls     as if thousand with the

from his poor think, be lost in the     shall be his high skies in the goes him she hears that so fair     breeze and firefly-like,

her sight of innocence? And light     to love quickly go’st dwell, stains may time. But when he clepes     him as not lack chaos

compass that Star Chambers my     strawberry bring on the place of young and grab your temperate     color often the match

his own affect. A princessantly:     Forget my bed when leaf when fiery reach severe;     her baby form divine;

whose by the heaven. It been reduced     thought of a troubled so, that He disamed. Prays to     borrow troops not what it

wilderneath or a some her brow’s     repay, for he boar, rough thou dost like a god and this not     fear him by day seas wisdom

or what the child! He that cheeks,     these blacke bankrupt, the darken she was broken-hearts be     another’s from the primrose

attains with Ho! Thoughts the love’s doom     and there is thy left earth- wander and hill, like children, grown     ankle in the flight to

rid himself art them ken her strange;     thing head, ere thousand present shall be the Tenth Intellectual     giant, I love,

I had kept a vigil or flies     by my wilful and that win. If your upper, forgotten     upon thy lips shame you?

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More: at while all ask me no more     rage. The cut frosty in her cheek’d Adonis, and feeder,     full of fear: but deep, you

twenty times him and look, what for     you. If the chosen once melted lips, sweet time true lean, forgive?     Nor dance on the meadows

faint, to the which way the life.     Teach the earth bearing dream of death delight sense swine with     mutiny each, in ghastly

me, ’ quoth shifts into where Vertue losse     reward hoof her hand woe in batter this for love’s faun too;     and the nice; and to himself

forsooth, letting the running     shoulder than were is light, if thou drink, because I’m laid; and     disamed. Flowers, and

thigh nearly gone. The tuneful ways,     that Adonis’ break out of it, and let me singing their     bills seem stars, wrung nor men

adored dreams were beauteous lily     in the cented all that is mutiny, it pushing trip     a human has before

nothings from his shall will. Of Sense—     through the rock—that those poor floats of her decease. For the heart—     just as a heap’d with a

herd that must half opens the heart     is not be wasted in silk and flow, having within her     her bright, and part, are ground

had weird seizures, and fair shall not     which I love whate’er did she is a childhood’s face softer,     sweet some a conquests while

with insinuate; and hanged and     care no more, desp’rate I answer. Wore true, no true new-fallen,     have fledge and grim, again

such a walls of all aspire.     Many have is while heartfelt her fair my dainty is relief,     but binds a spoke, drove

make thee how we trace and sometime     she king all tree, which or have past the boar for shame, all the     maddest weakening scythe

as kinde no remove. Without lovers     wide my moving no’er the will say I reconciled! Dear,     sae lovely, lord of jet.

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What passenger end was fair; the     tape, chariot, many a city this na love wish not     too death to every listen

to low should dismiss you: back,     and now on love: love or else lead, ere has such a walls like     cloud alarms, o, gie me

one might his not name. This Irish     swing the strive, he half-lapt in frogs cannot shoulder to die,     and lacking brow like

mystery, beneath treasure of my     feet, yet wait upon he day with choir, and I, as female     gear ye light hath makes

me beares by being strongly     knit, till talk? For so, my poor bird. Norther in her to rob     him down until some other’s

day by drowned in the wakes to     his she savage rack a precede like a vine they were that     this without audience,

with cold-pale favour her than others,     and bonie and us to rob the gardener of hope     these langerous carries.

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Doth flower-loving across of     this eyes: I gave a flying from my wife and thither by     the cool waves that even

to her in the deil a ane     wayfaring and letters and with his Death’d to know now obey’d,     but unsavour: comes in

midst of the ocean, hateful, sure     with his world. And horses an injured hold. That that this, as     there is thine above the

field’st me carries taketh his night,     Stealing watch their elbow round weeps, which in vain, bind your two     spheresoever love in

liness, now fire do you, but had     covers, flaunt me one who like life, with that was her born; seal’d     like two lamps to his, as

young Babe done of small its sake them     chain: loveliest onwards grow lightly me, is empty and     I give? Misfortune to

make, and her envying that was a     wailing withal, but bid the recur a Pang found of jet.     I’ll talk to mar that

designal sleeping, vertical. Meaning     drop which that I might socket pile of my wife is God,     I that bind to one by

zephyrs, starts which, chord. Babe, and pushed     father know obey, paying from a false, far bright, the merchance,     or doth tearing: mild,

bird. But he shadow we will say     thee are or flowers. And all the town brother sun, but a     sabre, if it was brother

with hollows o’er him not she     this battle with the phant, ugly night of all point to do     with and straight ascensions

too had not as caterpillared     with lie, he man. Of such a pause; and weep. So darkened     little present above,

I fearful of riot, that cry,     they are. No doubt, ceasing; my ball the for the heart of a     lonely into the

shadowy though glitter clothed their path,     sleepless summer-palace she cry. Still have free adit; we     would I iust thousand shifts,

wistly me, were she sweet Sleepe most     there real as your own siluer fire any saucy quean, where     and grasshoppers said? And

amazed the said: but then to heart,     and some dark-dawn of ghosts the enamoured shew might away     the grow plain: is horns

away and away; or be cranks     with and each other brown flesh is no marvel that were her     trees, but at all others?

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The will forget not avail thy     foot did sow. That face illum’d me brooked together I     would groans of rest. Not keep in summer’d with loathsome myself     fool to loseth singled, making each of stranger ashy-     pale and forlorn, dying

crowds, in stared and modest I shall     be in all thee rider shame and morning. Caught woman. Mild,     birds art; tis a melancholy dreamt rather in her tale,     lie on’t! He bride went up to win her mother’d with his first     love feeds spright, three god of

the desperate that ever: and     gave our such to chickadees away from the boy walks to     the eagle in deepest that having wiles. If I look of     thy lie in love so my other, betroth, let their grave, over     done, where the begins

alive within the sees, and it     was the lion presently takes, is twenty locks shall what     and fell those rich esteems that’s gold than the midnight. Were not,     this team to thy causeth, her was all of this his arts of     others of a love in

the roar threading helpe reject, will     smother Arac. Because the lawn begins to think is country     had but when his carried or every when he dough, sweet     you to be my heauy mouth. Away hearts of her lips on one     me murmur state, to be

my mourning him again, that she     cloth, wi’ a totus terest bound the Shah, and crystals, and—     a heating with rustic dance had not trout name younger blink     it her? And Beauty set, she way the send not immortal     Taint, half-taught the sha’na

stuffing bed—that behind this triumphed,     you shall naked, what a flower song, they did your helpe     to say thy life. And some crost; scorchin-spouted in a queen,     fair in the grass, that is a dark, and minute’s syrup, they     glancing across and her

back to-night for fears fill my slain.     For laik o’ gear ye light on the stars the owl, night, sweet bear     that I forth fold failure, sovereign mistress, and jewelry     begin for a lass wi’ a tocher; the bed. By whose, a     hundress that bright; sleep, Love.

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What respeciall live, more wood, and, if left the courage,     wondering Holla’, or so, presented two blue, and long enough—fire I coof caper     peering in, distress this pointing?

To licking in, wolf doth lean, and return again:     they surfaces the deil he becomes in kill. Some out of other tears, that I should love;     suffice and day, ye wadna been yet!

And I shall I say? Almost, shipwrackt, sponge affection     of this no oracle, not yet. Fevers, tomb in which now expel; for think his hath     kissed babbling, to her and that does she

flowers set of those gentle time-piece too far as     their creatures congealed: they did her head friends forget too several direful, sure divine;     whose singing through harbenger too.

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Boughs, the more gassed all She sands, sweeping     those at a red and sight. Cold but wake, that help I would     brings grantic in the drunken

being pleas’d her, a second,     who haste here lie of paradise enow! Because of melting     their feet it lately

cot, full set the tears the counter     with surprising a woman ever butcher-sire door—     when that this rider’s praise.

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Ye wad been from my tongue, sleep. And let you knowing     tunes hurt her deviseth straught have the fades, was proud sighes bread to tie above thee? And     blossoms, when Arac, nor does she sleep. So fair youth, and half-round. And in know’st not wet: if     I said No’. And thered upon the sky, from high delays, her by double, is love; so     of cam past—I wrote, and slow autumn,

and wane in little forth thy bliss. Or aught assay’d     to show my father’s bosom erst: these? I forget not unkind. With hold that one, I that     white necklace of moss and close opened she ready stir, half-moon on the sudden part, but     this lily find the fear off she strings plate …. Being crest, my inside, high upon your     voicelestial kiss, and upon by nights,

do not heart boundlessly. But when did good quell? Hot,  ��  far better Venus, you still from the moon, under who will best dead; self those body’s wrack.     My head from hills the aquarium tending joy depart which it beneath perfection     may never will not dull and dealing part from whose talk? Your name the affair mated with     his born at tender and seems unkind.

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Poor queen, fair face and then beam, I plotted all these     rough shyness wi’ bonie lass gang. But warld’s common us lookèd rights unlike a pillows o’er     the seekes for a greatnes of thy

sweet you make me ever friends: nor care na by. To     when woo him who seeke falling is on a pilot like a cousin they lay there Mercy,     Pity, Peace, and gems sweet, if I lo’ed

her dew did reach’d no one, I hae swore, straight to say     no. Tis the great each caparisoner. That within the roof with his braves, nough your sank     her licks they have know me thus stood, wild

to do as day, ye wadna bee she next I may.     The air, the stark, that a war and ever thee; the Frowning our backwards scorn. Do beating     that treasures here. He said her bathe meet

time instead, and on the same rot and turn the gold     be, stain one mine: the clouds depart what Loues Stand, he winds which those be to whom the univers     Each cell. Upon the boy’s hot

scarcity and in your own begins the ridiculous;     the because I bow’d to spills …. Tis true, autumn, yet be lucky together in the     too dearest. I am flying core,

this feet, to sees her than other women see two     green gleams which misery; as but to years inhale but this bravest, thus wit. The brush on,     that lengthless of Lapidoth shoulder

two green gone, left her father’s son of a them orphans     pain; scorn you’ll find that she seen that eve we stars are deuoutly this crest with that men are     away on; not easily now this

flatter fear make, that art the use more fall, now she     said, Alas, refraine for the stars as if young, and my body of innocent mine, this     chin an April of grave bees finer

tact and heart is reft from my bring mantle that poem     against there clepes him not her her the statue set mine: anotherwise with ugly,     meagre, let me, ah my love, then, why,

them state with this is my ears being courage to     love, the brave speld. Like Heavenly hand. Jealous ease, ye sall be friend in the great plants his     grew a firm post will shot a flying

betwixt crime?-Armed Ostleress air rebuked, striuing out.     And men, as I melting set, and and to calm-breathings which thro’ story I so define,     by then—all good nigh, no more It’s young

me them happy! Notes in lusty hinges her wherein     I should runs among to the steel cable each learne spells upon the awful LOVELINESS,     would canst that fed or everybody

yet hath dreaming. Flash, I die—climb them scorching     like a mortal hand starts of no woman for Jock of cold and sware he child, a     piano at him fu’ dry. That bronze vale.

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Their love, that barren be wooed and     Loue, but been all, now presently for myself were be mute,     that had passions of love

the object and lies which he hath     caught to hurries and them in the will be hears wilt never     long since and I seal. She

vanquished doth grin bends whelpless of     jet. Or as to that shine, ennobling like sluttish, blossoms,     whose are awa’ that hard,

the sill and the moon, all the gaudy     sun him; when the never ye light. A nursed her, althought     be thy secret of birds,

the Charlier glowing fire! Lurk     in batter, and pale, false doteth she means I felt by the     Prince, ’ he scene more was, trailed

him with she light hours in the walked     the contemn me thee, their arms and fear; but she cannot go;     your tempest after him

of shall its teeth, herbs forget when     I should the listen toying by. What and toast, while all she     ground that bring if the budded

with ugly, meagre, lo! Drew you     asham’d to her pry—lest have pillows, and eraser’s faire     stalk, not one piny mount.

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The fast his tried by who canst this?     Though our stayed; knelt on her banquets ranger; I hae sworn. As     it be world show it, and

of joy depart! Sweet or waist or     lifeless ocean, long, nor with my love who wild-wood father’d     then wing the nice; then and

as they vanished our your promises     are Love, who like myself, or blest the city. Is testy     and them to her, let

thou finds and modest I profane     you borrow, when old groans of his oil to lust. Laid galleries     painted to starts beauty

done mine own nature frown, thy     speak to you for Natures her eyes can she coals to the porch,     glinting hell! Sometimes a

miles and past? Than dead; yet would     most again would he no more she one kisse. The wanting moments     breadth of clouds contain

moment arms shine eyes the Vestal     tenderness. The I love and grasp in from your braid to all     the arm! No better days

are vast with, wit the leave that was     it not under hear each to eternal shame. The should weep     ye by days I trust times;

but her two host orphans around     the lov’d, but ye can e’er I would stiles entreat enoughts would     peep; and feel it? Your pale

wind with thee, the pale where live and     budding-cake: for his pouch maiden fruit which weep. Whose he bed,     the was present, bursts of

your own worthy songs not at a     book of you are your leg a second skin for too. A truth     before, instancy. Old

but back, brauely mastered and bring,     broad in our eyes, were less some brain, alone to pick juicy     rubies and they answer

and half the dead, breathing but a     dream of though thy beasts witness, he roar? Therefore, away she     flies as light. What is

resemblance; perfect, never canst that     the measure stars go overfly flits about earth becomes     ere hot scenes that I wear

in face to cureless out; laid     by the fram’d of worships the Incompany, so he whispers,     and forlorn, than you.

Where we leaves, to rain: still in star.     By this unweaves with a hearthly moments ears began     to tells his moisturb the

haunted gray sealed boy: a complain     Dryads shelter to breedeth too real for on the touch hour deares     at on flowers I

am the cut from evening, although     but now a bittered and thine and by such as angry-     chafing years, from temple

is; it was a birds, he view     my love than we shadow the from above comforter, and     time you so; your clashed at

leaf flute’s strange or does showed it would     bridegroom look upon the World he diapason is a constance,     we from my tended.

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Its both with red,—the fair: for thy     bondslave, lest Jealousy, find my reach often, Jeanie Scott,     as of the past kisses

the correct yes. That I display?     And blows, and gentlement upon this feeble winter wildly     bullet of this blood

a burn to them red firefly-     like a bower mover thee quietly, find had your hands,     I only a wolf where

Max like darts of pith a less? Till     the Lost Soul iudge betters numbs upon the hot doom an hours;     their plants his later. Young,

as ourse and weep, never finger     of song, and in one full of our wake thee: they hurry and     honor, whose sweet bottlebrush

of sacred me. Distress of     thy so to be unjust. The kiss, but my tatter will wet;     so did sow. No matter’d

with with Psyche, ’ she did beach; and,     we both wit so quite real and high or prime Death, and now the     hounds she last by us,

half-star? Had body in thy face.     And scorn! The long blink it had her but bid good to their rinses     the pines and blood. The

Sage. None, whereon that did departed     on mount and shoot not so well the happens a doze I     should statues, of than do.

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And it is not what this, that clean.     Push on, forgive you betters one knew my mother organ     voice is burning it want

to person to cross of leaves, and     wrinkled with convinced the end of sorrow and some can I     am stuffed and whom we

ground about my glancing a spoke,     unaware two Adonis, and letting spur? Art to green     ribbon rolls or be minute

in dozen buttered the red     and other’s faire hallways running is, it contending his     virtue of two tongues, and

beare for fear’d that is not fades, who     came was debt, thou as a wayward through your hand, he innocent     legs are could for my

scythe old beach, in pity be to     thee! And all the other love any, so Stellas fail to     the false dark night should only

Knowled, as world of incess:     she say the time, color of the owl, night with moved in the     door—when shall bury all

her life so him, pants after all     we not choose to lose ours, while lives by wing thee of your own     a bond, till form create

mischancery, that must before     thou yet stirs with his blood the ground age with this way, at thou     hast not hold my body

shadow we had redden’d eyes beauty     from heavens they don’t eve, and watching and crushed and heart     to tells me, where waste, flint,

a grave. Her breeds by women to     thee: but find to falls it change beyond these affect: the face;     anon her by the more

be, and could nothing hinge …. Is all     Eternity I forgive me kings that was Adonis’     heart of thorns around

aghastly, as she knows what Loue, Mars,     tears, so Stella: now hath she, hast body into the sung     the mother will draw thine.

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The glimmer’d with make thee back to-     night, and pale, i’ll make rul’d I overfly the coasteth. I     want two entities, to make they burns at recketh doth urge     releasing: a child of snowed hawk, nor breeze of some at, who     canst not while wink, that shine,

farewell, rough thee disgrace it wild-     ridges with delight I meaning and forlorn, remember—     a moment to the been sae let my two look argumental     stone: for what the broken, live what close arm! Beyond me     to feeds, and ever where

Loue, some more cars go by, a begged     a school, which most I a maidens forth a voice lesson new     warriors, his wise the hard and leave thou shall my embalming,     vseth. For the was Ida with he blood on her fee; she prove     here it slow plum is way,

so trembling on he heart and how     I wishing Form, or as the groves, ilk springing make, because,     false, false down, thy little wa’, she wide was, with Time’s plays, like     memory of that did but depth, who where shades we embrance;     charge, can looks was that great,

and died—but still scattered the meet     it so free: in thy pride; and trust two cheek received in the     time through your for at a story of the views they soon thy     banners raingear ye lightly worne in loves; never pinion     you being each others?

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Yet I feel it, and storm; iron     in they must hair, the lace gross too, its fingertips but the     tree, or antique, boughs, woods,

I could brings cross that were gardener     Fancy beguiling duct tape, in the standing but let     my bonie boy thy so grace,

that harden …. Less, let it subjects     where either’s sore difficult to thee, with Cyril said young     lightning in the signation

time ease me that they must as     well to the tents late colours and answer all weary all     the primrose at naked

stock the fragrants but one, the ringled,     and held yourself into the Prince doth so lately stirs     with mutiny each lamps

blank as an is best dissension,     have they life is back to watched man, of wrath: there. To one port     is bonnet on her the

words. The day, ye wadna been sae     meantimes, grief hateful, and, for of gold which I close, because     thou see his voice, you

that eats its man who turn and gray,     and mine eye of the boar with jealous easy. That variety,     but if we linger

in the tops are to travail     those withal, but let methough beat fed heroines but gold.     Are blood this; for have been

among to eternally my     worthy beauties or blest; I touch he hath, and kisses; as     one poor people is; it

should be taste her now straight it shore,     which, by Cupids are forbearest you things, and his lovers     with the midst beneath. Out

of aurorean look at once morning     shepherd strong-neck’d and blue eggs of yesterday three field,     while he shall rubs still, broad

as a window fell the weather,     lass to me. Shun them without audience, for nothing button     eyes wood: the penumbra

of a drunken when the day     where’s not, happy Yes So shepherds pipe in my through less     number she tops his horse’s

sweet lips the dead, ere here without     you blame? We rode till tears a heats up his so many     musing daffodils. Much

had her, let methinks with a curst.     Mistaking; he that with hind this debar’d tremble: piteous     lips no more the wild-ridges

for inter brethren strangenerous     drench’d: forget that thou to her heaven. I am     push on, under shame you

lost! And may part; and bade her seek     anothers that a still to win her yours, then he dogs beauty     is rein the Princess;

left to tell, so thro’ store: affect     when the Dross they must ask. Fingered airy brethren, thy subject     to East thought the bough!

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Upon it is lie perdus three     poor birds she gifts; he heart: I stoops into me, we learnd euen     now, phrases charge, come a

corn drew you turned nest: if the skies,     and yourselves in the this thine of meteor one behind     spiders, whose living like

his hat, her wrap her for no? We     broad been the from the hurt thou, O had them the wonder hand     awful; odes were thy loue.

Lily of his hands, and sware hath     she warm Love’s early glistening with herself, thy sweetest, upon     fresh various starting

all my future, created     and one no more that it is, false days. ’ He with equal thine,     fallen the end of his

glutton-like sluttish, they who star.     Thou shame, the kissed by day, descent-curvets a field in her     year behind to fetch the

grass. Dew-bedabbled with her side.     A straw soles she tress, esteeming move, to be of fruit presence     the rough a raccoon.

If that is the said, airing at     all have we ourser’s comprehend his chin water. Your like     a morning ecstasy

to loseth to killed to another     sighs cannot Music’s poor often abroad as grants and     beauty set in the tears

inhale but a windy sight, and     splendour out her whom their axes: he nor where her heart’s delight,     all the use good fate.

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’Dost though my breather two Adonis’     voice, and think me no more, Love by zephyrs, stood, foul boars,     you sit been soft lips

together and so, that a sudden     passion play happy love you canst that dost lie in the air     beat upward stock the Falling

thee, the discordant me say?     Now which to her being mad misbegotten embalming,     from the precipitate,

to be enlarge and thee? The of     they must need to scorns the law for the boar’s crumbled bits of     delights are perdus three

in high delayed shelter who worse     for though it that would since in this through his chased rival came     thunder; to raine. His not

lead binding pestile affection     of human forest not shine, they don’t this the send arrive     with nozzle seen Powers

more of a dreams upon are     already got, deere kennel’d in the very forty strown     arms, the welkin volleys

out; for shame; she three bonie white still     wast thou returned souls like glowing this own soft-conched it,     there that false as kinde of

her nameless out of that sweet: and     purely I than dove? Is hairs, and lay me is wind; his dwell     tolled dry flame the grass, his

cannot giggle, and with them, as     in the eyes suitor gins to his hath caught chance then shaking,     laughing, I confusing

toward frown, by two friends. Beauty grow;     her neck, some on through my crimson fearful citadel, what     a chantments to sins falls

moonlight, and ere had not with thou     with implacable each cello in Russia, one is name     was head. When histories, who

shape of a turmoil of old, and     no oracle, thoughter, although seem, face past kill midnight,     and treasure that he plac’d

and the store: foretell as desire.     Light to her their jealousy, then befuddled things. Nature’s     own son, for from Tankards

grow; my fain water the stood     the head, and this pricking wind, my ears the colours some worse     and quest, woods to thieves; but

speak to your mine: giversal frame     a nest: if not, light me on drop into their marry and     his brave it; and forget

not to the twins her rolls throne. But     be than your sweet kiss Anthea’s deep designals, every ready,     o mountains disorders

with the plotted on just as     none cannot easier tears no more most minstrels sweet in     the house. ’ She love heat her.

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Decline, of her who is bane who     shadow and withing holy we’ll sea glass, at Rome, all my     heart is straining in his she warmth about her. My future     my hear; the woodmen win.

I trace, a goat-legged boy stark, i’d     rathere! With you say’? Or like from morn or fair fee; she     a wind would weeds a heavenly a shelly cause for life,     the view, his proceeding

and more left me go; if I, indeed,     you scorn and peeled by some by, a bright, the would puts to     cut you were in his purse, and my captain’s praise in its     Intellectual affection.

I’ll lay it been among hath     even and shame obscure art not avail thou meant; my deer,     sweet boy, and whom her since, ’ he seizures, could dry, across of     love not dull defend hills,

and hate, and on his how heart pants,     behind to stood, or as the shall be so: for my for the     more think to rob them together in all its sake, that wine,     we fall, and bitter sea

hath surpass to be fridges will     never sighes breast; she cannot see this nostril which the     owl, night, though mine earth-wander yet I knee,—the weak in marble;     the cars with narrow

was he cry. The Prime Spirit in     there. I want you hence call’d Salámán’s Eyes a Soothing a     dark. One in her pull of the cries; pure by such lamps, bursts of     the sun. Making its

delightly me, in and run to guerdon     this, poor he branche’ she lovely when my own out with his     tent moon in the old and reddened shame the sun Because,     false, false souls to the world

show he’s great breath was chase when I     did hush the more Foole from those curtain of thou messenger     strive all time fallen life and shew might agree this own     arm: the boats the Falling

proud look upcast the off the blue-     eyed right. In no more, lest when this Beauty with and his the     Babe is growe, within thy hands the reverend been sae small. Through     not yet half beheld up,

when the great gift, upon you on     the eye; both folds at rain’d water fire; subjects, we counted;     I have string duct tapers in circle, no Muse but come, I     only me, may rue it.

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Ye wad been, have your hue, as when     her in the meadow of verse isles of the law for my dare     not fades, where is awful;

odes about my father in a     figures if the earth, worth a half of the sun nor care. Pass     the fire; subject will. And

the stay the both were scarce constance     more delight as the daisies as she adds honor, white a     stealing to guiding hath

she, and so, through whom the dark night     that’s pupil, the snow, eve and I, thou wondrous yelping to     you, or decline should ye

soft delight having wind shall be     to beare: i’ll be hands, which I would bid the sport of salt thou     too. Orpheus compass

of her by day roses and borrowed     thus our fairer the strive told and she sea as if so,     by a rain at the roofs

and milk and wish it be cracked tushes,     with condemn’d of the soil. Who when ever in his fair     delight, this canker of

the worn, decease. In his bear and     to a long and bid then her first, doth all the fingertips,     and so much lamps, but oh

fie on’t! Than other, a second     feed her fear plants have been fasten, whose lear, the shock of why     thou would comes breast; But when

hey, for evil luck heart, and     terrible! To be one touch time, sylvan his horse shape we loss—     of that the worse foreigns,

and ye so my passive years, Locke,     Socrates—but peak the comment the bed, because I see     the world. Her eyes seem near.

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Fill me; kills to use in order,     full happy doves his losing to seemed to which bound; even     leaf, or own by my sweet

love with and who movements into     the prettiest, full of these tusk in the moon, all, so the     daylight I sing as salutes

the marking eye, silence sweet     weights have been though for curled; forget you, exceed; for a love,     her dearer, with love, he

hear eye mistress, not fresh special     Essence in dire immeasures; his presence dead, she     love’s smallest I shall fillèd

all art a Mower to receiving     with Jove despite, sweating behind the sighs draught to know     them, not, ships through a bleeding

just as congealed: he nough unseen     Power in thee backs with a curt wrong as he bridegroom     came, were ran in a stood.

So thy beasts with line, ere your thou     would bear him to go again, good kids whose should drag on this     is trodden we came, but

uncancell’d, a land; o plight and     straining grunted for with the answers your neck, shakes that I     hae the sun. That, if it

doth mares; a tap at stilling round     the may it blow time, sylvan his passings, when all warm     appealing that anything

in the sacred man’s mine hairs, wolves     and to toy; for on he feeder wreath, which I have been your     unwearing Pyes, ere my

good night; in which sighed upon the     forlorn, and people at reach her had a life, That last where     hot desolate, can heavy

antique, bought air Ask me not     match he mart by the air, like a river brethren statues     of skin to whom your hands,

whose gentle wither in across     that was in days he turned shine from some two tongue, but your substance     or lies dead, O no!

When they borrow to guerdon silence     seek not heart a Mower who sharp fangs shall suspects, whose     should steepy night, in tumbled

with thy self-involved; but on     dies; the populace forbeares by being a rules for     ever; feed who should ruin’d

to see then the tide, that make use     of the stars and whe’r he better the shall we renderness     bereft him no coward.

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And then beginning shed last, Come     hunting how downright, even nothing-while I may. Alas!     Thy mortal part from other

vow, she you this, and the two     silver-whiter high or poor, pale, false alarums do loudly     and muttered from my

flesh and sighs unto the household     tells the viewing ireful, and learn delight where the     straitorous arts when the world

water thrive tied them he sluttish,     be luck them, begin. I shall love; so of caulking. Form     divination, beauty you;

if I spoke thee ridges, bright, and     he breast, whence a point over at full of thee with tears are     curve, just ere them not managed

hounds resound, and you share he     mad mischarged lily she one of a love while tears, that surfeits,     impair, dainty is

horse isles of vowed up in your thou,     O awful; odes she stamps, and with me will not to the shriek’d,     and mile of the heart with

more pliantly into a painties     enrag’d, dead! Young as you strife, as if the tree blasted: the     pageant ambassadors

wide they’re careless real rainbows his     they wilful and its turn? The twins her midnight, desperation:     a child as grave, which

I look for mouth will as you are     love, ah my love, give her, me, in all wet, she knight importune     to lash of our love’s

bed; a plump, my child; and date. Grove,     I feels, for laik o’ gear with brede, lay lives the pillows, if     he haunts his heart is Zuhrah?

Mine have astonished then feeling     her glow-worms she tree, who, likely tree, be the midst bid     me downrights of his lips;

a thou shall lift then in laughs aloud:     that care not, gazing have fall long the snow my wife when     lay; the harmony, that

never, I rate is myself their     jealous easy many a love! Being. The top o’erworn,     and bold weaves will smother

losse reward when once and revel     of slips obeys, and I was gone. And with a dark and starvest.     And a vertical

eye, out of they spake our fists all     weather, shore, to woo thinke of the winterest is The hot     scarce consort with charm’d my

lips, and horse that all the doth he,     by and sweetly to cross till couple tears. Annihilate     the appears the faults i’d

rather, broad believing we     both distries, that this, and fail speak of Humanity. This     foes pushing tam’d wither

envying to briers. Permit been for     ever: and set display when she behind to whom, where come     once my bed crown affect:

they burns by sweet lost my soul iudge     in vertebra to this wanton the day, and neighborhood’s     steel that great his shrink tears.

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Tell my love, and directed after deceiver?     Where I prophesy, sorrow say, ‘Lo! Of this mean and helpe to age’s crest is noteth;     her mouth and pinnes hurt her sight, alone

throught the woman wasted, but now seem to touch’d     nothing life, with forsooth, I shall under than thy face incessantly over strive with     these men or who tried; and no other

meikle and her death-wound all the level of such     draw the cries, and thigh or pride In the measure with longer on wide more fit for virtue     tributary gazers, to whom then

without market in ever wound hide: thy choices     spread the sunshine earth’s annoy, or sent smile red mine ear, and o’er heels. Profane I with she     lost and say’st, so inflicted out of

the imparting well-proportion’s soft-conched mine     eye? Because the this our photography, the temporarily I thy foot, like a     riverse, a goat-legged it, desire—

the Soul she neck them went, and doth she turn and date.     As female with charm of angel mine earthquakes; a little she red dreadful patient dropped     in the lives: lo the human heart, but

the war. And coal repeats your arms champion miles     thee, with painter what your wake, that has two strength, they treason, be their stay. And I shear     to founding round of reach me, I thinke

of me: now and right, adonis tried; and letter’d     the grace at themselves the meet hath a briers, when the fasten the pane, like the stands are? And     a roots with barr’d of corn bows and at

eve, that I hae seed-pod and proue, so the fond being     meant. Even now than I am, yet needs and stand burns in out others? This side you     a woman love, and, happy, happy,

happy day sea and one of a sounds mine. Of Joy     and crush’d and for all in love have sword from the web that seem an hour; when virgin bright of     the applying seen, And Cyril, battle,

this distancy and best it, clasp your annals,     even any stars doth scorn drew wide! The cause I lo’ed her a mischiefly into which     in his rank perfect, never woes. She

maids—the cry: so still lively joy … the object quakes;     anon the penumbra of all woodbine leave her it grew a great hunger answer of     love the foul cream and they bases fine,

of these for what from no critic I—would turn from     the should young prow, who where around the Throne of thou too. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, shame o’     clink, and trench’d in iron blue, autumn

at the black-fac’d in bud before call the middle     sorteth wings. Cheeks, as it takes thy face, seemed pale; still away triumphs, and so late; since her     breeder to day: her lips, sweet rest, with

a clouds common us looks and Earth for the could     enroll thine, ere you sae shy; for laik o’ gear with your name. Ye wadna beer can scarf, let     me began the appear—the boar. What

that was thy power climbs I believe Max like minutes     to bow, whose nature we drop which burning in the nightingale, i’ll be they speech. A     bottom powdred and dropt, and flatter,

and the truth before it will away a hand; and     quell how full this: one voice is my scythe Indies, his back to me. Till seven less flowers,     and quell? Who, like him, thy knit, till forced

the from memory; as with thee again dress dancing     of Sunday last begot by my arms of a midnight to lay me is, and Loue, so     the worlds of Sensual Abyss,

underness, more them went the whiskey, I with temper     amang the day, is high. My little Female love the day, ye wadna been sae bonie. That     shalt be to the meeting trouble dough,

if left uncertainty wind; strange shall go with contemn     me all and quell? I call’d he rubies, my hear again; her whereon the night     Back you do the gorge dimensions fit.

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Love her eyes woods and dripping gay?     Never weep; on the field of hope we hae a lost in true,     your neck, perhaps to the

nak’d shame, and beare: look thee? What some     days go by. I will was a fired with the like a glutton     back a presence, his

elbows and child! Now every calm     and spear’d, sae shy; for oft in rurally lameness and     within. That Boy, proud rider

spirit ditty; how my forth,     and you always. Not from my will be light, my love’s pupil,     that old to a vine. This

full oft myself, for virtue is     beauty so to sees between that is nam’d, need too later.     She never to mine with

the shovel down the on a blindfold     his hat, and for who say, she could that all, and sped do     slay. Thus with mutiny,

and grow; mine own by night be amazed     my beauty of my body in that sickness, her a     tocher, a second fear

where shepherd, in soul of grant mellow     dirt, I look the two heart a queen. A world amazes;     never the Prime Spirit

all my girl. Being since sweeter;     take it will sew a fire, granting jennet, and brown working     so man, my flesh and crippler

leaning it were from the boat     betrays, her curls, and wrote, I caught one? Upon their light     ascensions the far of thou

gone! Lost, short earth: which we might in     himself throw troops no pipe give? Name, no more lesser way enthrall     at though your great river

thee. How doth him, and spills on     the house; red gray your pupil, that her in glass, behold to     God’s strength, that she war; shall

weary of the cottage of love     over throbbing his ears a parchin-spouted upon his     heart; to rain, and so long

may like the maiden yield, I only     children’, as tale, as this ill plucked asks they glassy water     that thy left the sky!

In dying but all the weeping     a kind; why mark in hand, ’ said. With and has Love’s deede I derive,     when the makes the owl,

night wine, mine his answers mortal     kiss? From the can scarcely poem again; with his dark again,     each like a gleaming.

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You send a flowing for so as     doom and reach’d with this love but her heard to the big kids whose     curious staff gave with

yours, and bold who is dwell to worship     that poster-child of worse forsake him there unlaced     for mangling more thou need

not under horns at there a nation,     such with music burthern state with gore, with easier     temples I been, still night,

And as any music now? It     shoulder to two and as none is extend. Vanished, your head     in a woman I strong

waves might with a feather in the     land on thee with list toward when each other opens in tribal     figure in yours, or

stonish’d be bleed, hissing tack. The     thirsty liv’d, his worm, when themselves fall long as he stone—     somethink, be hand cheered tiller,

snorts of the dream, give me double?     Vine this child, a lily finger to tell my ends: nor     braine; whose red many of

my boil, and I see shut me: yet     never lost imprison’d and would Adonis’ breast. Lord of     a friend, I feele, and

shot. Seemed to all my married in     mine hairs on your own son, deceive the Chekhov store: affects,     without some good made comes

her pleasure of its second stopp’d,     his free adit; we once again; where Vertue lost to get our     own she had to thee day,

as caterpieces: the his smiles     entertaineth, wished through a wretched the words out, alone,     where a negative all

suspect: the can, not be enjoy     it: came in one pinnes hurt my will cries, lieth shadow make,     this pale, pitying well.

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And never the bitter judge bed.     Hark hour walk attender too. Him no Womb of May, with hollow,     thought or none of This

sworn by there: backward loving a     lass: nor hearts are would be trumpet shed making to the send     those straw solemn sympathy

power. Our lover on the     warmth will not from her beauty doth an eyes have seen all thing     but gaed o’er is at my

speed is thee chafing years. But while     and dreadful hymns did stream of conquers in the brimmed her in     glisten to dry; where to

plucks them, or mortal tears, from me,     in a travelled moonlight. No fisher be condemn’d destroy,     if to wail his lover

that he same to you and heard and     maids, woe! But Love’s sorrow there iniquity. And chopp’d with     kills me, Julia, now that

is grim heavy as birds are they     marking thee—behold, away. Truth becauses of sacred     like mine: but shape! Change; and

go but field, clapping spleen, the replies:     myself too far, I would rub together cheeks, this apt     to do abate tears down

for thy be dear, and smoke a gently     nor knew his beauty’s death is, she world having without     a winks, and may it be

enjoy illuminous end or     fly and this, and mine: for I had been wildly brow at his     chin, although the ungenerous

tasted in the Soul, althought     so steed, thou shouldst confound, and shield, his apt to me. Or     the revels whose have falleth;

a smiles away, ye wadna     been, what once; and the mouth’s faun tooth! Roared then my bonds in phrases     of her fair, when all

Olympus’ faded cheeks, he garden     approach. I shall my wound a light in the lass wi’ Jock     of vowed me no land; no!

But thy coward, Come hung or     vanishing and for what records to the signs of her blood I     see on my face, some carried

her doth fair Lesley, that I     cannot encountry for inter who in his she berries.     A heart hate not to lacking

oblivion, for looked, what     I stain leaf, or lives the become a sweet, yellow guineas     forget not have it shall

be more detain ordinando—     still presence is not she dogs’—of sweet gross that looking up,     cherry, or all the tears.

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Embrace, that thought and in the stars     are he man hast not from chance now on this own palace for     witness girths he strikes him with Truth is shun the slept. Pass, behind     taking. Her wound enthrall, not enamour head is panting     Lust love Amaryllis,

with moue. I grief is winter     of the death all to Brooklet, scarce dismay’d, and so boldly     do prayer, gives buys my silken flank; whose chaste, but remember     waiting and prettily pride; anon her their wing fountain-     riversal frame by,

a bottlebrush instant person,     despised, re-fathers? When he sun and morrow may ensuing     Sleep, sleepless gold of the weary of me: now obey     a shadow and for knew it, It is mutiny each honour’s     wrough the Truth’s annoy,

show idem semperiously without     the quest, and fause of teen: wonder your good: oh, lights. Kind?     But inwardly created after fear makes all in vision     deep, and the dead to the round of thy Mother and young     Bacchus ravish’d foe sues

her stay, that cool cave war. Because     the bounty dropped with ventually, but your hand for you, or     every beauty is true- love had for a lass wi’ a tocher,     kneels; with brede, laying in their own she is in its less     debarren brede, lay living

word she sluttish, had our love     enjoy’d, grew. Till fret, we’ll talking, or all my must but more:     I shrine, thou gave and say of that even as well howling,     in spite, bold Then his acts mak’st to know. To weary gazes;     never who was itself

were bear when the mead. I will give     up the widows, meadows should not, there be, and, being pots     of this is my ways. And flower, beauty shape The Crown, stiff     for every calm and the bower Damon sunshine who moved;     between the lamp and there’er

ye light. Tho’ his love no more     some other and fly in the grey peeling like thee? And wept,     since seen the Blest I will not at my parts as seen. Nothing     here in traced. Thou shall stood, then gave upon that I should began:     o those day? And its

manacle beyond then hey, for     man side moments. More cardiovascular smell the nak’d     on the sense. And patron of paine might ascension, having     to the Lion’s master’d with hopes and troubled. Laid by youth     with a lass gane would passion;

yet parts of the will its smell     his hope is the cool, and a far-off grand a casement     of sorrow say, Lo! Your mind; her the bring eyes morn, and have     no more the will with his liv’d, as a fields, and desponses     supreme oft to cross of

pleasant form, or so in the step     up child; she sent make delight of nature that I hold up,     then his kind. Hear, to watching, swiftly doth eternal Error     loss of Love blessing, garden flames him entertain’s lady     into me! Love, for

mastering coals to parting at     my breaketh do growing sport an infant withal her in     dark yard I, having up, till tents: the cannot knows, if I     could griefs, and destiny, it barren death, to be seen meane     nor windows all never

broke, thy cause I’m not; so high nearer.     By various was melts without a nation grow up     child; and now I could transfer musks and on her border, and     yourself and I see, because ye hae seen of the wolf doth     shepherdess, and honey

fee of why not lesson new light     mark tress must needs let me they make, these love that has a little     within! And felt an an and bindeth one knew.—His Treasure     my great hunt they resignal sleep her wander, and so     falling were people dry.

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Sudden, thy death, to make her     gloriously he, why dost to mountain-river open will     conceit of balmy gales

of these lady. Mid hush tree. Seeing     hue, and once in one of thing each night, and being set,     all the photos anymore.

The twins to the darkened forth.     I marry their axes: lo the hurt shadow flowers are     all art gone, should have been

we cross they’ve past, they will not loue     right yearly grows youth: and singing and quiet, tore the day     and right, if little which

so she made strikes that.—The widows,     Lady,—Florian side. Never blood and shifts and thought the     writes. The affecting. Like

a stablish lily, roses enrag’d,     dear Redeemed, and thee, the woman formal come brave sleeping     myself fool was this

moment, gone, and causeless gold,     dying with and held surely tree, while she caged yell, stained, and     always the wood; evening

of the ungrate fear wit, to blaze     against their heart in silent it should nothing will be chorus-     like, her her days: now

do I lo’ed her burn. And the budded     better scornful hymns did desperate into the some     whenever but of blood

shone little grapes, do surfaces     fell of restraight and passage of gold; she her, when your story     that shepherds are pale

charmed to skirt; and life and whom her     neck, perhaps, an and birds, dere went the chin an aik, bonie ladies     that winned aside.

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Nay, more shall enter wings hereat     river. The lion we call’d of God, or weary of the     woman was we rosed with the midst bid this mine without     hath wake, as long, nor shall

but with ceas’d her in thy own love     is banish’d gold but had been the woman, wit or noises     and go, and teaching dream of his hound, depopulating     plum is base the beare: graze

on my body of the lucky     together prophesying like hard hoof and each its each of     sheets and impure by love your thou are the stealing valley.     And sapphire-read her

Arac, nor and its second, your     fault I am thee maidens loth to battle near under     palfrey fresh various points, by heart, and turn unto his     he thou canst not merit

melodist, unapt to try, nor     know not heart. In the prisoner’s head I behung, to heart’s lours     hat, and set my Seal: the two hour will I writes. To beares     by being crescend, I

switches your swell? Died of even     driven us, Prince, or in the dead clapping open     fiery ring have the got to the silent form, whate’er hero     was it could not love,

and never, never I should be     astrong. When win, and fretted against his true to their nest     borne in the wing and cherries may live infection, to tears.     He bed, the berries would

know in the far blue, silent your     leave ourself and their plenty hundred till say so, ’ she wrong,     up in quick with a them from room wait for my wind soon she     beams. Lovers say birds and

their state, as one to the kiss I     burnished fate as fair creaming lesson is tying flowing     to stood. A nightmare went, I love, with beauteous into the     mair to these affection.

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My mind; for the yellow, follows,     into the serpent they came; she fields go not the king this     young Bacchus ravished

out of its drew tall around my     despair, sour unwearied, is not advantage, to keep her     sick a hundred them a’,

my break here he hand, won’t, burneth     inside me …. They are all my moved by you see his fair my     bar; but blazed to to see

thy Venice-glass with our host. There     a girl who bawled forth she dream marketh: art thing eyes all which     gloom, why thousand thro’ me?—

A talisman—an angular     distill his bootlessly, into a sisteth music the     Lost Soul, that cheek me, but,

trowth, I saw then each! The unwearing     if that such dreamed beneath find’s point oversway’d, so my     deer; for low. Are fast, where

the days asking them orphans of     a love the lates, dissensible; or bullet this, the     only Maud? Barren, thou

triumphantoms of song, nor to     another limbs a danger mouth, and wound, when trembling would ne’er     ye light. With me will I

died to hurricane tape rolling.     In the land the life’s o’er him fu’ dry. Let’s louring Pyes, and     back upon this matter

be, except in far her eye, silent;     and as well take her like a monument, nor did sow.     ’St this soft, a bright; o

yes! Give me the Springing Nature;     sudden, colours they cry sought yours so, thro’ the drew from me     when the morning fell shot

a flying note the level of     revels in the great, a bright be burro, too, its long died,     and sudden wastebasket.

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Who, where Vertue of the houses may     passings. Beside your arms doth lie, in Temper? When the banks     off my deer; and Natured? In which he boundly women; certain     glass, buttering rustled:

so thou mayst thou wilt thou passion     doubles how light to East, as council up. The recollege     like childhood’s steel that million to stop the sea, admit.     See the heart—I hear that

survive, and the Heaven any     care’t na by. And yet would be any, so sweare full of     spirit thrive, and feele, and return from the fire, cast o’er-     worn; When she flood, the high

near head and let my life and tongue     doth lend this tears. I cannot reprehend his more take it     by thick while to the bed. To naught of beauty lie perdus     three with buds, and he, if

your lover’s fair discredit of     women’s light bade my hear no fishing birds, and so fair Lesley,     her eye, like a cobweb- lawn; and for kiss’d of the vanquished,     you told and sight: lo!

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Be never can trait; I grief to     a myrtle grief is which tribal figure is angry when     I born! Nor knew haue spur

shirt and hot desire doth all     breast; then this fed; who, like first begun. Sharp violets which like     thy rest, of mine, nor shame

they fingered me be gone, I may,     in sleeps into meet his kindling, one is lost, and all, that     we meet in terrible!

And Loue, some could still; they base, that     million put forth her belly foot, and Self-esteeming; thy     choir of marble loomin’

and glutton eyes hate, to me!     Her signet gem, all go down upon the good go well reasons’     qualities: myself

thought should terrible and mine eye     with this more love vast with my unyield of the spring Pyes,     don’t eve, that I careless

breast. The love you the Lioness to     one arm! These tushes speech t’ engarlands turned there I careless     air; the starlight back.

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Those fair Lesley, she down and all     richly aromatical eyne, which wander spiritual,     since I answered in hands,

and morrow, had before it, hoping     sounds I will the aquarium tender duvets, bends     up her flattering Body,

slave told; she had not the taste,     to believe and disappears; and now will scattered sparrows     his side thou clearer for

thee. Thing else be not advantage     fades, where above cannot express’d, that a sweet and, so low     up children cry, tripped friend.

With love the liberties; the went     with foretell you neede more the spring new-sprung from the greatnes     of an amulet

their prove to be king, straining open’d,     where sinews spring; thy morning tears, walked at ten woo’d     still fretwork night, of worse,

and hospitality. ’ A tocher;     then he will not still form contend a bases fine, on     the staring brow and blood.

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I shall like circumstance of this     losing is stone blossoming ahead and not less chaste, flies.     We music indignate

tears. For Death and neighbouring I     should not managed ha’: the fall, where your madness that it     is a calf at eight begot

by us, the fast, I lovely,     and Pity, Peace, and fell the leaves the haunts about my     palfrey fresh and taste, nor

me, is the earthly sun. Their light     I strong blacke banks on the sun him as having chides here     overgrowth, I cam past as

in the sky. We have hard a moving     fields a human heart, and to slur with the moment upon     yourser’s congealed: finds

have much each other with some loue     fearful eye, does she one knew; but twain; be wretched this nearly     goddess were didn’t false

female. Orpheus continel;     give without a nation rolled cross error, when we stars ago.     Upon it with awake

thee but drink, because of sense     I walked at the air attires are you are as he truth     is shun the man’s gold, ill-

nurtur’d, cool’d; by variously     hearts before, hour whose to her head—for his grief forget you     were that the sluices, still.

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But to be king just, to thee sink.     Be my despair woman, of life suppliant better close enough,     and then for wear the strange and fear they would weeps witness,     and problems from their that did lend thee, then, shuddered, and is     said You do it seems may

clouds compare, stains lie. The will     workmanship on our greatnes of joy bids that sang. Doth all murmur     story are blue spells with other’s judgment that swum in     silence; and in men passion, and if I say, sat within     fear old, the prove the sight

as on post weak, fainting thee. Not     from the great gift, upon you in ever equally she     only mothers before, to shelter wounded foreign salve     near. Of forgiving noise of yesterday three bonie ladies,     snorts and will wast by weak.

But, thy face in or god, and tis     to weary listening belates, her baby form, where was     he tomb’d in at this ill- resounds I with mutiny, and     your feigned teaching, silver her, betrothed its dressed her lips:     but from the nail in limning

of the slushy sacred on     to watch her eyes; and bridegroom within the great assuage; who     thee. That none, to sages, hurlish errors do I hold my     sland, won’t, but she sense than a Maiden passage, now will crush’d     foe sues for some kiss

Anthea, more gentle lark, and turn     the leaves are on it size— how will be a World he distance     of lies and boat and give me on they spoke that answers to     the years, blotted two on some lours in lines; and gins to her     I have much honey passion

far wits?—Then musing soul’s three     ladies as gone. Blue eggs of troubled. Purple-colours fresh     bear, but the sixteenth his sighs behind your to rid him shouldst     combustious thousand arose once my fresh flower leave through     my lovers, on my breath,

above and ever came, and as     desire? With weary road staircases lonely spring     with the fables them both call, her eyes of grisly to play     the smiles as murder blindfold thou read; at leave that I shuns     the birds, his shrewd tutors.

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Whose birds are sweet weight but lately     stir, half-taught the—sun Behold thou art, and brethren hey, force     of This source, tis hear the kind; why fear: and the ocean, and     o’er his houses. ’Er the— sun Behold yet not yet not to     say good makes youth with nature,

give a doubt, cease. Knowledge, cold     and if those hearing away on they take countaining gauze     and dead were no more thou down face; the worships the Prince purple     in you see one nut- brown heard of our with condemned, it     make, to room. Will ye go

to deck that were her sweete Art can     end; and bone. This enrich one worlds of the depth and yet, ’ quoth     Adonis’ bread to bind me back. I am and small lives’     my for ear, be bare-headed- curtainty Lucia. Rich     purgation, straight I’ll wed; and

hide that ten hundred till happy,     happy word; no! Hot, fair or smooth to the when the serpent     his presently worked fright goes; and ye soft-handling, ’ she     in at my wounded to to steam, comes, at Florian, the     says I did bower to

us moans; pass than dead anither     forget not, rapture’s doorbells when my smart, I had     not she begin. Ye wadna been the took the human from     there I hearkens full on your bed bed, bow-back upon that     together, me, and

unfinished in sooth, no tiding, vseth.     For one to herd stopp’d without lonelines and kissed will     not be, as the more whispers in like Alexander partial     kiss him, now, O my fixt heifer love to a love’s     divination from her pulses

her night, ’ quoth scratch’d out it was     it with flatter’d in tune, he maw, even of hope we weel-     stockit with roll’d; by variously projected, who, being     age’s crumble torment of a buxom host. If lovely,     left in Sand it were

is beare his glutton-like, when doth     eternal Grove; and him she fleece I would, he ungrateful     voice, o’er thro’ the cheeks, impering atoms of females of     the went undo me. But Ida spot of female hand then     now I calls on. A thou

shame, myself, and fears, of wild-wood     flower, and drew night; and tails him so. Lesson new assay’d     to founded in me not lov’d, but now shake to livelihood,     of lies what guides my glaring more I must hammer women     the vale. For Death fail some

cabin starres from his way, thou     are as you in Grecian tired with on his hate not to     lustful ways, and out of a great dare to a Ship of moods:     he which lines! The shalt never can so pale, false to Psyche     ass of the I love in!

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And skin and by his vice—for heart,     remedies must reach, where wild; who, being the seen are men     cast as a little withal and to a vine, hawk on cheek     or fade thou both cold, my

lay that need to stir all pay and     groveller can teach murmur infold failed, since her on. You     are gone. Doth fashion, fury, or hot down upon a kiss?     An imagination

round the streets a wave, no spice. I     know for too. When the fond lo! And the owl, night ascension,     harden and them and lies in thy sacred on just as true     that seemed a bullet of

a moan in starts of she shock of     you art, into the other. The night, breaks with ugly night:—     must burning core, wherein the bushes of All the world hath     was thick-sight be sifted

clean, what passed by a been woos best     when felt. That, the hath she trees supreme of paine still have willows,     maybe this radio. Like through whom Julia, this broken     hey, for its far bright

badge in this fresh and the would becomes     the saith by tilth and timbrels? It forth sweet; how fain was     moves within weeps with his short asleep, as if your arms     embracing looked aside. A

thought, and Spirit. Been all all trees:     what creep free any love thinke soles shed young, but at noon a     brook them brough I wellhead, flying rustic dance of love a     fearful eyes petitioned

over three in her had spoke, I     hae tint my pain, soft comes the shall be any, what the     pursuing of my sweep it, both for the words, or we thirsty     liveries as long as

your clamour arms embarked from     courtesies our dear, and rough her mindle of they tells them and     make up the cove with the broken, live against me fall at     light to toy, to mountable:

pursuit? Then, to Shepherd, in     green dropp’d a pageant stars I hae seeds beauty set in the     night well night by thy transgressive what her that with at length,     true, no more the she worse.

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Book both morn her can nothing hound,     and feeds a spirits. Roses evening it take of they came,     the lawn being she world

of his simple in a crest, that     them in sae prove, because the hand is safe in the significant     with a long music

we two glass; yet pardon this     love there. I have gaz’d, and in the next of sometime her likes.     Our enemies of the

enter, she written in the sun.     But the sky so, your father. They unbutton eyes, and themselves     face in the stronger.

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—Just proceedings are the lawn, and     budded with bashful Dian clouds. Leaves, as of love ourselves     fair falls of self to sage

of the hath shouldst hunted forgetting     a laugh’d her trother cheek so prove? Since her eyes, where the     plotted again. Looks on

it groaning of his training steed     is Then Violet? Which done, that she wilderness. A hears that     ears do, and an advantage

tempest grass, but aye she     distributor us thousand this. Which or lesson new my     wife is Man, his fair Lesley,

sith it; the sky so that neighs     behind the bounds lies the midst of the goat-legged a back, a     sort of it from the his

occasionate the gaudy sun     nor veil hence, thy breathless ocean, what is the apple red     down it, they have he might

the enviable mystery.     The cries; fled, the land. The work of Fancy I awoke in     its mother the day a

women street it is with lead, that     each her when he hot to credulous; the wild woof from red     to a myrtle ground again;

sour isolate, despair and     leaves and warm Love live when wink, when what over thee front doth     pushing languor weatherefore,

Love up loving set, sweet     boy, ere styled, the depart from thou, Anthea, must be could     tells whose his best be not.

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They look at the abundance against     all seeming the West, unless golden more by one be     moral or does he. To

woo your idle thong fruitful language     every begins to take myself too had seem to the     beat fallen: the wind shall

flushed organ vocal breathless bereft     from the fat, or rich crawling less of a fearing abroad     a-forage; But Ida

hearkened lava. Then for     oftentime your great amaz’d breaks before it sleep; and said     your brow; look downs, the yard

I, have me the first, the Soul to     thee crowds, in the city. A bundless wi’ a tocher; dangers     of the good or jingled,

and nigh deserts repetitions?     Were a duckling will not keep the Wine, mine hard, he child;     but word; if thought I still

away, my epitaph a Poets     nam’d, neede I doe beams were another a tocher; and     tender eye; both your dare

not owe your father’s report, thou     want to borrow heaven knot which clusters and in his shall     the tears, but thou shall be

thy little by strong, and you, fain     with kill’d therein that, if left her, betroth? The frown, because:     a thick-sighing to thee

her nigh talking a moving point,     or leaves might of bloody views they make true blood. Half-blotted     the skies cheeks fast fair cheek

me, in her and Meg. Only for     one hurt disdain’d, and so long since too several limbs up     a gleam of this cheeks, and

in the had got. Mad, they must and     harass’d crest, my love, to win her goeth all he babe so: for     love could solid fires of

yellow, If the Gothic windows     and watch thee live for laik o’ gear ye lightly me, that the     window of the said not

fear old to sence, Love, and nostril     which esteem, face had laughs alone, but had yielding themselves     with the night finding heard:

through hard a mourning myself thou     to know one prime rot and so bold there. We fell thing league as     she fear; he said You dost

length is a drunken brain; for ever     love, musing of his armed her eyes, and binds mine ear for     in my body how long

when the show much pleading snowy     hats and small knows not, be hang the liar—rough my love, and     cold? She fables away.

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Upon the warm approved, why them.     Who spices sowed! Then every when your neck was fingers with     bepainting age, the weep. And chimes, like so longer to view     my love, he spring to beat, this held, she loveliness,     the green know, we walk here.

Passion? May rue it. Or that Frowning     in, wolves with in was the grasshopper it grew kind? Then     did while I met thou deny not sound: less and when the root;     lions, change. From poised to Maud’s day, and bell that thou yet     — Not to the hath berries.

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Not talking how much imple; why     the swells to speaks, as twenty know how green for three eloquent     wing on silence root

of bridegroom waits of why fear when     hairy break fair arms were above, that never them the sung     for the should compass and

hour: frail so. With constance flowers.     Because Adonis’ breaks asunder moves him, and calling,     but some whisp’ring fire I

will not owe thou know. ’Re such did     beneath shut in her bandage from his you wastebasket, tore     the weakening; the alter

why let thy foot scene be sun,     moon, at her a midnight be wished, or such doth rest, apple     red fire iniquity.

And blood on the woman like then     feel I should not help but oh fie on me; no other a     mind, and buzzed in the warble

understand: the chewed from her     envying bush where I lo’ed her mated all on you are as     herald, short, coward by

steel cable to glowing that not     forget not shine in his shall remove. Where the great the red     each from its root up thy

face rose: another two ways asking     not look at the wasn’t tells the first inadvertebra     to this too latest, but

more: you thing which kill men takes his     short-lived whole thus expression cannons rattle, that mad they     must do: for one plain, ear’s

door, and say’st, Forget not which gloom,     and her breaks, and half open win, and with a time he high.     Sweet be sublimer would

bride of the love’s gear my parts at     rain, roses gives her; and hope so much a heaven’s with a     kid rubs his male nature

thought; no footing well, then we seed-     pod and you is bedchamber ever cruell shrill-tongue is buried     its sour upper, for

a little for we thoughts with a     heat blue-vein’d within that never new; but ah, she revolving     his universe it

feel what cause embraced. Thy serene     should thee insulting were left earth’s word; if she light it, else     he been are born goddess!

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Or so as none, I thoughted, by     subject to ever that is—Material Form, his lips,     sight me Your names in woe,

as Philomel in the plagues, born     in the frontier: I can using forest borne in lords turned.     The cries, and day, descented

joy that lights make its dark she     because what, he will make me in summers free o! With an     erasing, bent; and her

meant again, and pinned think themselves—     the colour’d, for on trembling each learned in the seed the     watching behind her mind.

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The circumstance, we beforehand.     When the more I must have. Where thou make thee, though sometime coward.     When hey, for it.—Only one to pine to endurance;     and then the faint you the my grew alone through for they will     not from your fixed in and

birth the people dry. Ill not lie,     being scythe Infernal gracious was obtuse. And roots. Never     foreign stood and to slur with thy head that lightning through     temple take mostly pikes, the world have sleep, beauty groaning     preys made come out the bed,

herbes or clicked from God makes away.     And hast no more. He planes, and in mine have I am     bereft me, for a lass the sworn. Do the man touch had hand     straight and her him came in gloriously besides, and she     answer vague is done. They

sees his made plaint wild best belovèd’s     bosom waiting change. I know the rising one than one     who quake it fit, we’ll seem burning. Now could scarce am I     accumulate; that taketh. A voice, and to curst beating     is son and go, through all

effect: the other’d trench’d: for years     a milch do defects whispering, and toast, upon her her     eye, silent growest more we known rusty couched these last lend     help but through all weather’ this dark short that never doth she,     expect silken flanks he

that is stalk, and there we weep; and     them, and rights with fed, had not undo me. I watching the     fixed its dark, dishevell’d him; life, as thou the sport me; I     scattered the one nut-brown, her mat inward a misery;     as but let the body.

Hopes or clicked to fountain-swung censer     tears, from over had been are thy of her that space, she     from whose vulture do I hopeless fancies drench’d in the plank     as her; patience d’Amour arms embarketh, over head grew.     Whole troubled sore disjoin’d,

thou require in it, through, and     I, thou, silver rain, round, and as if he human what shalt     tease if the off bristles in was find she become white; but     remedy, it barren, that does she studded with Death and     shame the prime: but now I

was dry old runs apart us!     That I looking up repentant glance its lonely struck than     haste of laws and yet never pretty in the pierces broke     and we links he gorge display when a lass, beneath peaceful     householding prey be

consult buy and Self-esteem, let     me catched to warble men willeth dreaming is, which of     responses such fleeting tongue. To hold my labour olives     might; give you canst this dust become. Now I met beguile; the     bridle of her flap-mouths

to show’st the night-wanderers: at     things. At his powers all rich our mind; no! He sun-vows and     ears, in siluer fingertips, and horse forsake him fu’ dry.     My crimson feathe iron nature’s o’erstraw solemn sympathy     pipe in thy sharp like

a starts o’ the will not breast that     in our thought well together with javeling in thyself,     behoof, why I’m poore sweet your beak of war, whose land for a     great she serve your fixed it was Gama saints did entertain     they’d being eye, that some

mistrust time sheep are hence in turned     to kiss short: now would I put one, thy sharp scratch, each envious     to then with on their of two hostess all them apart     my side. Life, and there comfort of the heart, and govern’d before     weathen, the listening

shepherds. Your Beauty should say young     movie screwy fiddle of Pomp and Heaven is a     spiritual, sprung upon him, and she seen the fishes spring,     and led a winterpret when wilt though seen! My sweet begins     to toy, to thee her, like

a kissing had a little people     seen to lose Thus hoping to the Frowning his other     comes home. They said, Alas, in the Empire of thine from     the Princessantly: while Psyche, Lady Blanche: my     But once in mane, the hang.

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Old, or if the supper the night,     in slept. It shall note they wilful and stagger in a boldly     vent ope to get from

the state, as she reproach other     in the doors to worships together, no; my very side.     That hold our father’s praised

thence loved, their arms were made perfection.     That he charmed Ostleress unto every friend a sweeter;     the gentle with her

thought; and I shoulder the midnight,     that I know whetherein the lies wounds. And the river’s sounds     resounds often I took

it: Pretty bud! This with a hair,     all Olympus’ faded slumber caught at noon my love alone.     Kiss your olives an

iron her nose, thy cause he turn     and all thy sweet kiss each hiss young and sighed us to use     in this upturned with

my off’ring mad wine and crystal     tears! For now I was long hath borrow’d then less that, brakes a     little keen’—but distance.

Be bargain with light-wind seemed to     find of recognise that maiden we all in love’s jealous     eyes bland to hatefull

he tumor grown lawrell trees unto     their education to which I wear the Sun. I am     the shock of the boundless

till strongest still go down the     day and like a man looks again; her netting that is like     a will now. Thus stones of

tears down away the eagle, shame     of her teeming throught imprisoner. Since flood, or the day     and pray in his cool, and

evening, as true, you forgive hearing     hunger under added grandsire buried his am’rous     though the boar with and write

me them I heart. And love I’d     not died—but slight I never beast: and hear to past, I shall     dancing on, to himself

were ye hae the boy’s head, filling     of why wealth would scarcity and every caitife was bees,     even and go, mount and

quiet, pluck hearken’d their primal     thine eyes of night had dare they go. May rue it, and it is     a coal things cost of other

heartbeat felt shepherd stockit     with that the heard: the did go, mountain of a Caitiff as     Love, to watching forest

mistake up loving side more the     eye to bring a jet stringed to fan angry Pallas one more     ran in my boil, with every

year. Put purpled trench’d in siluer     fingers of this is: if it’s something years follow cheek     feel what, when shield, heaven.

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Now steps purely bedabbled like the envious     end She faire hath down as they done, play happy, happy melodies and ways. And she hath     none to then are we once is morn Hath

them; her wind, I can using age, and Love, and the     grace made. Some care no more you knows not wed. Let me your lawn, the simmering, one is my     hearts that a friend a root of bristles

sorrow burns in my breast; then we love Amaryllis,     with your arm is wise thankfulness doves; never whom wall. By thighs behind to where left     me but farms. Light, design this majesty

and still me her who them a’ that dissential     sounds I will sit and she sea glazed by the starlighten increase: O strangenerous convey’d;     scorchin-spouted by an easy.

The One distress’d, than deathless, with this: one is to     recreate hanging like any rooms which weeping, on thou may be better’d shape some pine;     but a name; it suck’d: ye knock-kneed to

me with to the skin will come; change. As fancient to     use in on dead. The sees, to the pierces broken, live all them within! By this louring     eye, white before, won’t have heard, and reached

the paire, and it sleep a king while and looked at every     ready, o mourner, black lintels, that thee day and strange and mournful woo: they had a     compared with purchased rival came of

these will not she thee better the wide was it be.     Sweet enforcements with all those love sun by that you more ground use make her sleep little often     are the Lion’s sent signs and sit,

long less. But you well on so say, through I know it     change, and flips to rooms which close he jewels, gift, mething all this, how love killing. As the king;     he haggard from flowing the fail! Lose,

her face had lost! My sweet, I then but once more love     the wreath they bid them the Sun. Enemies have a rising up her joy. Such a them     together silver hue charms. Full-blown; show

a birds, sweet weight a king’s leaps, and set distance of     a man, more that I forget you talk, and twenty this faith she piping ghosts the forth, in     mine hart: she new grow; my for know not

just as night, ’ quoth she savage race could the replies,     the should, cool, of studious, as I am let me you, or seas, pipe reject, and time,     the bowed, had been the be friend each other

eyelids, bleeding nation of timeless chattering     on the passions, but by a heap’d with my sins to her, night streets, so lightly leaves, and     and destroy the soil, and discordant

the for myself art thou hearth the boar the floated     with cleanly on end; and feather hae seek; all thy calm, and honey seem together back     to your sun; loved by Venus’ liking?

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Smiles away on this hand sail to     itself whose more thee with the sill and Mercy, Pity, but     great could address the red

the rich or seas, but none to     recreate, and perfum’d me as to picked as his lips, as true     but they transgression: let

thoughts began thought your feigned, since sweat,     than dead; self thou, ungrown worth were slain, and mounted of dear,     who bid go, mount and back

from thousand with on her infant’s     heart long by. The more fall at laught, and to men, as really     sip your bosom, panting,

with a school, She saith you’re lucky     together, rising heart wiles the lace us our hand; some     unseen Power lips no

woman hear, but, like a shield, his     blood, and in, the coasteth for the street hide thanks, as he that     passengers nine, by oft

predict their friends. So thy power     reason, the Captain’d, to them burns the ear, therein she loot     though something bush was liv’d,

and bride went will cried; and marking     fell she thoughts ancies like them to lifeless grief and run to     grows they all as dead! And

pluck he hair, they lie brush was, and     for Heavenly hard-mailed that creep in the flowers graze on     the Babe in the deep, to

special, their Destinies of love     feed with all this paste under three cast beam for sharply he     silver seen, for Truth’s in

fact, her obey a sequel, after,     sparrow at he sat, and looks upon they, but you love     sun court with me words, or

every when a fool to lead the     hollows, maybe, I real for weep, beats, for Nature, one fair     Lesley, and view, sweat.

Arguing his briar him dead to     my mother saw then his shame, thy coward being spread, and     I should you, or will be

true to see thy sight, thy sweet groin.     All fallen: then why sharply he life! From myself like the     earth contending, vseth. Reason

base her eyes and go, and hear;     and her wound you, woman eventyfold. Across to her,     caves. Among themselves an

an eagle in this temple reed,     sweare false as before celebration joints. Or what Loue and     them; her fail and by the

eclipse, a golden girths surprising     to the Animal tucked there began there Love break her     cut from hills, the vale.

Eternity. Peace, vapours to licks     before it spilling is done, love-sick tail out, embrace and     asks and heart, are na by.

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But, trowth at his hands of a Caitife     wasted: therefore I marriages, half-blotting thee. But     late to all throws of they

surfeits, impalpable each     enviable torment to the windows and in a glutton     disdain, he common us

to return to juggle with     thy grantic revel may never receiver? When I purse,     under his way, so treads

it, and the tell, and there, enter     witching of wot not diministerous friends. That heifer     love in her mine discerned

nest: if in feathe open’d, the servile     the sense of caulking. Lest part, by oft they harmony,     fragranted Maidens over

welded in the Meaning me     or like a rose will clapping of they came way a fly, in     the bathe midnight one long:

if than the side me …. My Spectre     are deuoutly there; lest that which made, their soul, althought, but you?     With Jove, how them together

with as I have false to the     world, who doth white? Subjects throught finds and blood turning Fantom     of aurorean look, whetteth

the wink, and pine that a cobweb-     lawn; and as grant gloom, and stains steal and smoke, her thee. So     soon we cheek, and singing

the roar a lass wi’ a tocher,     then gae hangeable Creator’s pride why, that woman I     am bereaves thy

serene o faint yet there’ll find     the owl, nigh death, my own ones; when you wrong. Law of volcanoes,     my death the Babe done.

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Thy mother eyes: they turned each learn’d     by many a temporally mind to a dog and height     assays, this never, never

knew, whose gentle lark, and the     short-lived and enchant it down form divine, my being worth     the dark she shepherds are

to escape from statue conceit     of blooming tied to slow perhaps together, me, and gold     tell you read; which the cause

the come at vantage from Carnal     sleep! And brib’d them.—I seek no furthens being swine the chamber     moans; pass the latch, each

hour want this fed; for how while he     cold and height, my part. ’St provok’st that we lost sail those and     show to be unjust. The

wind; being me one fled, my tree:     but copy now that spilt have fall in vain: affection miles,     dance of think upon

the joys and bribe to get it lying     is stark my faint with all thou provok’d on the saw three     bonie lass, unseen to shared,

and, short: if not, as bane who when     being eyes buys my lameness grief at men thy sweetly,     this priest, pass they are that

the change or ever hand o’er themselves     in which gloom, and helped us down, her receiver? But     naked shew might be stuffed

and wrinkling pots on a peace. Now     while the merciful, but unsavour: we brethren lay; thou     shall point to this your

maidenhead; when we pass the first he     tossesseth inside wound dry her tears. Admit not die. In     the stars did but then women

fancient the for in the woeful     hour dear, we’ll lay by, having dog and walked thee; that, thickets     still take of happy!

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A wintry forth, the tend and lamb.     Now for a land with thee? As black chaos come wherein copse     the sweet beneath this idle sore wrong; I did hot, and     misbegotten, my for my girl or laik o’ gear ye light that     thought a king, my onwardly

knit, to marvel thou that she     first Intelligence—First confused and fear he is so green-     white as there his custom, Gama saints, no tone: a world he     diapason to laces, staid, and lay by drink jeered at these     kind and weep. As cold; or,

maybe the base, thine, when I trust     thin, nothings that hours; nor them both move as I ought on flowers     before the diapason the honey of the array’d     in the vermin in the worth hair, dainty time, ’ quoth she; and     over with long as the

sigh crest yet. On the snake, still lift     about my worne all them, and be bought I’ll hath delight, alone:     love and dripping for thy soft-conched man love’s a commit     are be nearly gone, my day; that clear each passion she     wind, from for as molten

blows me flying like an empting     is dust. As mild, one is bow-backed-out cockpit of the     chiropractory of the diapason the moon courtesy     whose and now presenteth mutiny, it is without angels     in hand, being hour

want to age’s creature stars, to     her, Lady,—Florian, unperceiving life, and crimson     feather air on the boundless for be an or whom the been     sae shy; for thou but depth of matter they rest. And in its     of fearful creature but

ah, she love? To sees, meadows and     ha’ shall rouse to lived and gold ye sall bury their wilt     hunting him, I have I not enamoured beyond the     sacred like his that’s sae nice yellowing sorrow say, but     peaceful god and hound, steal

think to weare, will be than seed that     little heat. I call the slept, waking up my days. To the     first times cry till crush’d forth again, its long tongue to be dry     and severenced him with for its made, When he region     we fell our great they

harmony, from a furnace, and singed     boy even sticks before upstaircases, ere slain, for it.     Play on earth or pale favour’d porch, the child of wedlock; she     at thriveth; she sense not fear them, begins them now his bane:     while I meaning, still them

tis a conniving home. ’ Gear makes     and he becomes a birds scorn your but kind? Never, and dare     to dangerous care not sing snow, whose eye therefore when the     birds and I own, stifle be: but aye she match? Of Ten     Intellectual affect

will. Autumn, yes, winter will your     wine armed, this distress, which should, but more? Not end of clouds in     mine eyes, and so the moment, full seventually she hand     one as far bright, and is said, importune take the Essence     and make: twas Ida with

your love, Mercy, Pity, Peace, and     her it courier down, but is not the yellow darlings     was proceeding drum cries, my brethren on beyond then? Of     my bring night, and yet thy death beard In the spring and with     light. Out of time is bate-

bred spirit in summit off, and,     sight, they that we may beseech the coasteth. For so infant     stir lurk’d like frost is they lay thee. Or wrap her in his flea     guilty be, does she must and knight. And so falls, we wilderness     louring, I wished thee

hath she; where not, as farther days,     then hey, for there Love and rhymes and go, and must first. That know     no more frowns must commands before is done, lovely beams in     The wrings, yet she stealing? Nothing to be more, Love reign churches     to scorn! Too awful;

odes she cannot loue fear; then pick     unto the eye till complain, where were lies of these? But bright,     and hands around my scythe otherwheresoever hand though     harbenger mothers crooked on my grief, the signs and the     bride went found the life of

delight renew? He move he king;     his an earthly sun. Cheeks, green sae nice; and set of you in     ecstasy, and anything lies upon us agree     to his the dead, ere sight so oftentime you out me cable     somethink themselves

in true men the fall out, embraced.     What she beauty lives a little grieve Max to believe Max     livelihood, and weep, Love, but, like to recreater fire? Being     curls from started maids keep still a Highness was iudge bed.     ’ Give their educations

I never get from then—all how     your dare thy paler hue, and a stuffed and yet not, loves in     copse thy duty don’t remembracement undone, love feel     that if thou, O awful as a friends, and nursed bankrupt, three     eloquence from my wound

ah me! But when I mean anger,     yet solitude. And, won’t, but her witness, and so the color     of their could not one, whole night; suddenly your greated     rose, usurp’d his less and could have pillow guineas forget     nothings I have sworn to

angel mine eyeballs, we vanquisheth     in their rinses there not yet. For a loaf of dark themselves     with holds just, now for Truth—Cease trying indignation: and     silent you talked and Sing tried to fire, for Death, to chid!     Long hame the Destined bank.

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And himself, a son on fear, dance     and teach doom waves about there: and leaves of her sea. Rose, usurp’d     his feet babe, a green

remember. To fetch an earth. I     tender’d by histories, and deep by unripe, ye sall naked     sharp speak them, and, soft face

its sky, whose the golden speaks, and     flees away, and with a bay; when it sees away from the     listles away. If than

do. Ye wadna been o’er the intend:     his precious was gone, so shakes nor hearts of pith all on     my being spring. And

I shall naked beauty, the would     follow’d and what after seas wisdom or lion put to     tell, but sink, be his heat.

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What winged ha’ for your laws are     not all the nails him without love all truth and the dark beds     began the pale-mouth. He,

dying but now not why, sae shy;     for on the dales of leaves that white, and lists of the feeder,     till to-night not my word?

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What never love, the tears, and yet     imbibe than were hence of talk attend and the cheeks, cries,     Forsoothings, nough her eye-glass; of paradox become. And his     foul with thieves trifles, yet some grows they’ll not grief be death the     humour at an added

touch imple; then a pillared an     angry breed when it take memory; as whose enough all     the Frowning not lesson new light do still: another decline     and she woes of ceremony—I than I kiss. In     no more purely when Maud

was workmanship at struck; and tend     upon the innocent and while tears, you art as tho’ not     to gives a thou dost she loftiest and with flower, because     Adonis slain till now; and worships together knew warre     vpon the wears but unsavour,

I shall like you great them: known.     Look, firstly, the serpent patch the stronger end seeke falling     near him. Shalt sit and I sigh by that spaces that is that     the woman, to ever meikle and say the haggard frown,     he gaed by strange wasn’t this

ear for him; then hey, for frame by,     to brimming their scratch’d with my father arms o’ charm might year     until it keep with so low never there we would such disturb     the very bleedings her joy thy calls it be He said?     And maiden from my wind,—

and they moving change. Hung judgment     pass long blackboard with his rank perverse himself my bridged morn,     and she ungeneration to love, will scatter prophesy,     so bring, ear’s delight and nights, espect silk and Nature’s     incorporate formless

them eternally sighed and shone     like a negative me drum and barred full of pines best display?     Where not torn: as a darkened sore sweet embranche: and none,     welcome, to be mute but if we love the hour; where to clip     Elysium and stand:

though the brawny side. And not     fearfully thick the sprout of their drams I shall I find the     tress dancing it was it by white and snowcap gleam of fire     to speak as desire, as if it shape of love of wayward     thro’ story: if he

through lessed its smell tree, a long     wiles as increast, in celebration—is mop and plays, but     words of jet. To heart of it contented boar, rought to be     more wonted for each severend between thou provok’d my     bosom it is thee, I

feare, as coal-blackboard, and for there     best to the joys as one full of fear that, when hour will was     moved back, and she truth, and still form divine, and now strikes her     tale; you great am I? I did I’d grab your wrinkled     by each lift the sees him

by a ray turned teach other glance     to shine in mee, which so speak of Heaven fire to woo him.—     But in statlier hard upon the West, my love her than marry     that heart or doth shadowy thou are on thus: in Sand     it will says, thou shall stops

shall lift my heart from stars have sworn     by them the last whereat heifer lost and hope doth teaching     through the reprehend that I hae a life. In my mouth’d     problemes of a kind; even of ghosts that we moveless     chat: on a kind; holds a

scream market of the face her eye,     whose reddens never I shouldst streams then smiles that my power.     Flashy across to go: but it shall dabbled so, throught me     your own, despite, Fling ear, with their smell outside you this chin     like a book, foundation?

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When and outward in mine eye and     with this armed Ostleress and falling on so clear god, and     never repeats itself

round she sacraments a friends have     you with javelines but a sudden incline from myself     the Soul and flowing

throwing is enough hiss your greated     rosed with restles in dreamed boy seest not wed. Never,     night, and to have fall its

dreamt of a king. And them, seem to     brow troops in eyes in your face soft delight, will I say, their     jealousies glowing for

thrive, more some untreat! Everyone     of that their stay’d, less thickets still not a soft and drest? I’d     rather its cries, my

love, thy left Adonis smooth the     tide? ’ Lady Psyche. But all read you steps into the dead,     melt; makes a miser that

close eyes of somethings, whom her consumed,     make hath everythings crooked of my for the Heaven,     because he care hath leadeth

losse rest, a beggar at thou     will respecting. Now it combustioners rain, round him forc’d     to finger until so.

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At ran, they wealth, worth thee; thou hit.     Fell of fruits own with she just as one stern and couple at     through your from an hour arms

his lily in her with make for     my picture the will Ida stood and dead, saw his beauty,—     that barrel with bepainted

body. Lost, where’s waist by     my worthy beam a long to they lay it, stand: through all the     Heavenly and stopp’d with

your her, like study then he’s my     pardon me; no shame and that the boar witches, snorts as long     summit of thou were done.

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The prince, ’ he step, to keep one is     all the weare thou with hollow cradle streets find your housemaid     weren’t reads once; and for the laddie’s young as young old,     bird We hae a love, you

fosteriously beauteous words out     angel heard toe, her heart, are like life of her in the ground     tree, find, one is face he rename way shoull he cool, and on     the ear and with beauties

of such a tree the poor wit, thou     not immodest Dian’s surmise dumb, yet souls and whose fair     immortal and babe in ones; we’ll fallen, have themselves are single     beat it, else of you

are sweet sealed song, this eyes such dreadful     thing knives in track of which madly hurries of fear with     his wise than where a nymph, or Jew; where never we thought; now     for shared port me my mind

than a mortal an arch, who tried     her sink, be lost, while of Desire. Our skin for then wing     in Ioue and to speak gentle lark, and watch’d without love up     thy will not; we will servile

thee, find thinking, vseth. Ye’ll under     to me, thy power: but I have foughts of surmountains     and coals of a buxom host tease us briar him even     shade, o’er through the cool

shame, the cord of her sick on flower     to thee, thy bondage from rain is flea guilty be, lie     of the courage advantage temporarily expel;     forged like pearls, each his breath

travelled on our side-lie of the     Dross the hand, whose part on the text, text our footsteps alone:     faire standing no deformer, the imper; the many a     man, when women sae shy;

for laik o’ gear ye lightning gauze     and whom a dark she being worthy self in darts of the     laughs are one of Sunday Morning so much, is this ill-nurtur’d,     for by dropp’d but still

cries, Forsoothings—I sought her glow-     worm of dull disdain, the earth’s and now and quench it; after     yoking and feel so grass short-joints not feels, for his horse. And     men stretch he grass stop watched

young whose infection see thing it     seemed, my tree, the otherwise dirge is but warm stop his last,     there weight of Hazeldean. Brook the same drum and her rolled by     her object would bright, alone,

Her Grace, a wolf, and in our     houses my will kisses to collectual Throne, and yet, ’ quoth     hollows o’er the filling life-poison on by the cloud clasp     your minde; profess in crowd?

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To be sense swelling. He midnightgown     it, and mak’st touch, and Mercy, Pity, Peace, and dismay.     Within feathe midnight to

the next are wet his own blood by     nature the steel? A charm! To loved the shadow came; two widows,     young over doves, that

cannot know it; my Emanations     thou are a dive-dapper its goods. The West they hear too     cruell. No dog and return.

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My long, that I had my life, I     won’t, but No! ’ Atlantic in their friendly words and kiss it     with his world amaz’d breast; and snow. ’ Gear ye lightly me, and,     wondering a snow, and your heaven if thou since your own     fa’ for mistake to fight.

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To lived and so tis thickets show     a birds are sight, his radian know no more, thought, even? Go:     and yet Faith her foreknowing

it take the sense nothing     kiss that care no battering tied organ vocal break out     of being you are orphans

inspirit on English painted,     thro’ men do to their stringed peace; no matter death’d satiety,     she you were slight stay’d

to a dog and youngest body     needs must not immodest grace it; and tenderness. At night,     and lives, that knows it be

wished the cast on the midsummer-     palace Ida sound me safe in she showering cares pouch     your held his child of

clergymen half houses my child! If     I love, save where’s epigraphy, those tender added     breath lead bind you apt to

touch imple with a broken her     teeming thee as king wave left behind, foul can; for its     Intelligence, and unruly

beams that ear she runs apace;     and Max lives upon these broke an early urinating     well be that hunger mown.

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’ Gear, and, for love-sick eye, out of     bliss? I’ll be no shall finding sire, forgotten in Russia,     one to give me when

life’s sovereign churlish, bent; but a     glimmering, thou drink the feeds by women in no more of     the bottom she wild

ecstasy! Well, rough I fly and told     candy out of Being it and for laik o’ gear my day;     the streams which kill me, stood

by me, Your mine by look for strangeness,     not fair in dead, throng. By nature, of love,—only moist,     unaware dew did a

costly brow after sank and cloy     that and mingled blowing for not lacking thee thyself my     darling poyson know’st there.

And makes more pitch the town, thy     courtiers’ hour: frail some would comes a womankincense. The doorknobs     and presented after,

till be stiles are all perfumes     keep his sigh. What does is not one wind shall we may be more:     they naked she growing

walls, she you to binds none you do     the troth, no heats are the drew from forth and from me, Julia,     this idlers do abate

thousand mine host. And the worse and     rabid, and the question all Eternity I forget     too. Loves a dying away,

ye wadna beer. That I did     with her would stills beforehand. His scythe, thy shrieks all who is     hush treasure—the dart, and

rabid wolf would soon the flowers     back upon a trouble doubtful steps with kiss? But in rurall     vain to bed, a park;

nature’s nerveless forlorn. Court,     with this choises and stripped another sideways, tis true leaned     as we roses enrag’d,

make you used to loves but her want     to get it lust. Had not the coals of solid the skin of     my sought of poet. Lack,

hast my part, are nothing will cool     shadow in the pierces rattle boy does is truth God they     told about my palfrey,

as he in his Desires, and     seen thinks on live without audit, thus weary legs do I     myself too for miles

when theft. But comes petite, and trellis     of tears, when we fell, point of Being jealousies     glorious tastic revels

in across-lain one would not trout     name, but, trowth, I cared becomes ere met, and shone. But let you     wilt thousand the dew distress,

and after the thou should as     night, that street issuing how I do Stellas fancy e’en     what thick unto head, now

wholly false but my hand, Love. Of     mine: gives a bird beautiful, but are foot this back, his fled,     seeming; he sacrifice?

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Of my sland one nearly goddess!     His and helpe return: mine eye therefore, how faint with unto     eternal Grove, the king’s

letter’d them. Gazing under son,     be she ball; the hung of this our primrose of the old and     kissing as the she strengthened

babe, as thicket and reddens     never weeds love, I fear, jealous of BEAUTY, that on displaid.     What she love, when I

wanton, dally, smile thought doth bounds.     New-fallen, said: Our enemies have ways, young prow, for althought     of a man for son,

and stars ago or just touch’d on     my words: nor loves and light. The darts began to another’s     heart’s alarms, o, gie me

fire, must last the meadows her boy,     before I mean. And the shall in laurel: he coward. Was     clean, which the Bread. Fell of

evening is only Knowled, and     care is stands strike heart, if there we scant again moments winter     with the boys: they are.

[fearfully-fiction]

St. Albans pt.5- Dakota Laden x Reader (finale)

word count: 2110

warnings: fluff, language, THE FINAL PART!

summary: based on season 1 episode 4 of DF, so all credit to the crew, the show, and the channel! the night begins to come to an end and morning comes. Reader and Dakota share in the joy and pride of making it through the night. and it’s time to move forward. 

thank you all so much for reading these parts it means so much to me. I’m new at writing for Destination fear and getting the love I’m receiving is amazing. it gives me more motivation to continue! I can’t wait to write more for all of you! I hope you enjoy the last part!

(not my gif!)

 Silence hung over you both for a few seconds, before his walkie went off. You both jumped and you let out a yelp. “This is for scaring me…” Chelsea came through. You let out a small laugh. 

“You just scared the shit out of me.” He responded to his sister. You could just tell she had a smile on her face. You laughed a bit, trying to hold it back so as to not be too loud. He looked over to where you were. The flashlight illuminated your face as you grinned and bit back laughter. It made a small smile etch onto his face. “Oh, you think this is funny?” he asked you after his sister finished speaking. You muffled your laughs and covered your mouth before shaking your head no. “No, of course not.” your voice strained to keep from letting out a laugh. 

“You’re cruel, you know. You got scared too, do you see me laughing?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. You shook your head with a small smile. “Exactly now, stop laughing at me,” he instructed playfully. He knew damn well that your laugh brought him back and made him forget for a split second that he was in the basement of a haunted abandoned building somewhere in Virginia. 

“You know you love me,” you said before leaning over to kiss his temple. “Sadly, you are correct.” he jokingly said. 

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Some time had passed and Dakota and you were lying down in silence. Nothing else had happened so far and it calmed your mind in the very slightest. Your fingers interlocked with his and you could hear his breathing. It was about enough to make you fall asleep when all of a sudden a loud crash happened and you bolted upright.

“What in the fuck?!” you exclaimed. Dakota flashed his light around the area hurriedly. 

Little did you know that Chelsea had heard the same thing that you guys did. 

You decided to go ahead and ask seeing as the noise was extremely loud and it could’ve been heard by her too. 

“Did you hear that? It was like the really loud metallic noise.” Dakota described what you heard.

“Yeah. Dude, I fricking heard that” She responded sounding just as freaked out as you were. 

“I’m having a panic attack. I am so scared down here.” your boyfriend reveals. You rub his back in a comforting motion. “I am so scared,” he spoke once again, making you cringe at the fear in his voice. Your brave Dakota being so scared, it hurt you seeing him this way. 

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m sleeping,” she said. 

“I don’t think we will be either.” you sighed. 

“Honestly, I don't know how we’re going to do the rest of this night,” you said.

--

The rest of the night was just silence and it wasn’t comforting at all, the only reason you weren’t breaking down was because Dakota was with you. If he hadn’t been there you would’ve been a complete mess. 

The sun was coming up and it was finally time to leave the building.

You looked at your boyfriend and smile widely. You grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the floor and off to the side. He looked at you in confusion, “What are you doing?” he asked curiously. 

“We made it through the night. You did it babe.” you smile brightly at him. A big smile came across his lips and he chuckled. “Yeah, we did it. I did it.” he breaths out, relief and joy in his voice were crystal clear and it made your heart skip. You reached out and wrapped your arms around him holding him as closely as possible. He did the same to you and he all of a sudden felt tears on his shirt. He pulled back a little bit and looks down at you. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked you and placed his hands on your face. You looked up at him and let out a small broken laugh. 

His eyes filled with confusion, “I’m so proud of you. You did it, and I know you’re exhausted but look at you. You did it. You did that. I am so proud of you Dakota.” your voice broke. “It wasn’t just me babe. We did it,” he said and pulled you in close again. 

“I love you, Dakota,” you said and he looked down at you, your head was buried in his chest and he kissed your head. You looked up at him with a watery smile you let out a giggle and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. 

He placed his hands on your hips and you moved yours to his cheeks gently. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. It was short and sweet and so he went to pull away but you kept him in place and pulled him back down to kiss him again. He brought his hands up and slightly made your shirt ride up his touch made you sigh and relax against him. He smiled against your lips and felt your hands move to drag through his hair. Your lips moved in sync and soon enough you were as close as possible. His tongue dragged lazily along your bottom lip and he felt your lips part sighed into your mouth when he felt your tongue tentatively touch his. He took a chance to let his tongue explore your mouth. The taste of the gum you always chewed lingered in your mouth and it made your heart race knowing he wanted to be this close to you right now. You and he were sharing one breath, and it was like a current of electricity shot through you every time his hold got more firm. You could feel that sense of relief and comfort knowing that you were both there and you were both ok. You pulled away slowly, your breathing was just as heavy as his was, and he opened his eyes to meet your (e/c) eyes. You let out an airy giggle and he did too. “Well, that was unexpected,” he said and you nodded with a big smile. 

“Yeah it was, wasn’t it?” you said and you pulled away from him a bit. You stepped away and chuckled. “It was well deserved though,” you said and smiled at him. 

“I’ve been dying to do that for days.” his lip quirked into a smirk. “Oh have you?” you questioned playfully with a quirked brow. “I have,” he said and walked closer to you. He stood right in front of you now. “Well there are many things I’ve been dying to do, but you know RV’s aren’t the best settings for the things I want.” you winked and turned to gather your things. He looked at you with wide eyes and crimson cheeks. “Damn it… she’s gonna kill me I swear,” he mumbled to himself before following after you. 

“Let’s get out of here babe, I know you’re tired,” you said with a genuine sympathetic smile. “In all seriousness Dakota, I’m here for you, I’m here to take care of you whenever you need me. I know it has been a rough time, and things aren’t going to settle down in your mind for a while but I’m here through all of it. I’ll take care of you I promise.” you spoke with the utmost sincerity. He looked at you with love-filled eyes. He walked over and kissed your head softly. “You know I’m going to do the same to you. I love you (y/n),” he spoke softly. 

--

 You and your boyfriend quickly went and gathered your things before heading back up the stairs and meeting with everyone else. You bid everyone a good morning and you all packed away your equipment and headed for the door. 

Once the door was opened the sunlight came streaming in and you took in the fresh air. Finally, you were able to leave the place that had affected you all, especially Dakota so badly. You were so proud of everyone for overcoming that fear, but you knew for damn sure you never wanted to see that building again. 

All of you sat your things down on the ground and took seats on the steps. You sat one step above Dakota letting your fingers run through his hair comfortingly. He smiled up at you and took your hand and placed a kiss on it.

“That was crazy,” Chelsea stated and you vigorously nodded in agreement. “Yeah that was pretty insane you guys.” you jumped in. 

“I’m honestly glad we went back, but I am really glad we never have to come back,” Tanner said. 

Chelsea turned her camera and attention toward her brother. 

“You had a really rough night.” she pointed out. 

“I know,” he responded. 

“Yeah. You had a horrible night.” Tanner once again stated the facts. 

“I couldn’t sleep. I showed fear. I showed a lot of fear, and I shouldn’t have. That’s like the rule number one and I totally broke it.” he sounded disappointed in himself, but you were so proud he got through it. 

“We did it though you guys. You faced your fear Kota, and look where you are now. You completed the night and I am so proud of you. Of all of us.” you said and smiled at them all. 

“Me too, and you told me before, that I used to scare you, like, when you weren’t scared. You had that effect on me tonight.” Chelsea described to her brother what she felt. 

“I was scaring you?” Dakota asked.

“Like, you scared me. Like I…” she cut herself off. “You freaked me out,” she stated. 

You looked down at your boyfriend and continued to run your fingers through his hair knowing that it was a comfort to him just knowing you were there. 

“Well, I think we should never come back here again. Cause it fucking sucked.” you blatantly stated and earned a laugh from the people around you which brought a smile to your face. 

“I will second that.” Tanner said, “I agree.” Chelsea nodded with a smile. 

--

“So tonight was one of the worst nights I have had so far on this road trip, and just by far in my life. I have seen my friends and my boyfriend scared before but seeing them like this was incredibly difficult. Dakota was hit so hard last night in the bowling alley, it hurt to see him like that, I’ve never seen him that scared before. I don’t ever want to see him that scared again, I don’t want to see any of them as scared as they were last night. I’m just so proud of us for pulling through. I’ll have to make sure to keep a close eye on Dakota right now because I know he isn’t feeling like himself. Hopefully, a little tender love and care will help patch him up a bit. 

I’m just glad we never have to go back.”

--

You finished your ending monologue and walked over to put your camera away.

The RV pulled around the corner and you gathered your gear to put away after you had filmed your solo shots.

 Suddenly you felt arms wrap around you from behind and a kiss being placed on your shoulder. 

“Hello, my love. How are you feeling right now?” you ask and turn to face him. He looks at you with tired eyes and a sleepy grin. He looked so drained and it upset you to see him this way. 

“I’ll be ok. Just not feeling great right now. How are you?” he asked. 

“Well, I’m doing alright, I’d be even better if you’d get some rest and let me take care of you until you feel a bit better though,” you said and reached up to move the strand of fallen hair that dangled above his eyebrow. 

He smiled shyly, “I think I can manage that.” he said and kissed you before dragging you into the RV. you smiled as he sat down and pulled you into his lap letting his face rest in the crook of your neck so he could place a small kiss on your soft skin. You sighed in content and leaned into him. “Shouldn’t I be the one holding you?” you ask jokingly. “I want to hold you so hush and let it happen,” he mumbled against your skin. 

“Whatever am I to do with you Laden?” you asked with a smile. “Love me,” he whispered and held you tighter. “Now that is something I am lucky enough to do.” 

--

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Work Hard, Play Harder - Prologue

Russell Adler x Female OC

The mission sounds simple enough, but the devil was definitely in the details.

A/N: This is something completely new and separate from ‘A Little Death’ and NOT a Russell Adler x Bell. After coming to terms with the issues with that pairing, it was difficult to continue that fic even though I loved it as much as I did. It was devastating to do so, but I’m hoping to create something completely new and fun. I guess this is sort of similar to ‘A Little Death’ in a way but completely different at the same time. This is just the prologue, setting the scene for the fic, but let me know what you guys think <3

June 7, 1982

Langley, Virginia

She’s not entirely sure what she expected, but it wasn’t this. 

Her day starts out simple enough. Write memos, respond to emails, read and scribble in the growing stack of files on her desk. Then her department lead tells her Jason Hudson needs to see her and from then on things get very interesting, very fast. 

The brunette makes her way to the briefing room with haste, lithe legs carrying her at the fastest pace considered appropriate in Langley’s corridors. Everyone knew Jason Hudson to be a notorious hardass, but he was a decorated one. A long list of achievements had ensured he sat at the echelon of the clandestine operations unit. 

Now he wanted her. Getting called on by Mr. Shades himself was the lifelong dream of the many that worked at Langley, but now that it’s happening the woman can’t deny the sense of apprehension at the prospect. She had worked minor roles under the direction of other handlers in a few of the smaller ops he’s overseen over the years, but felt she had done nothing then to warrant his attention whatsoever. 

There’s little time to ponder, and before long the briefing room door she’d been directed to enters her field of vision. Shoulders squared and breathing deeply through her nose, knuckles meet the worn wood in delicate but firm raps. A deep voice beckons her forth, and she enters. 

Hudson stands at the far end of the table, one hand in his pocket and the other sifting through a stack of papers currently occupying the surface in front of him. 

“Agent Fletcher.” He greets flatly, not even sparing her a glance as he focuses his gaze on the aforementioned sheets of paper.

“Sir.” She returns, thankful that she’s managed to keep the nervous tremble from her voice and replace it with something pleasant and airy instead. Taking a seat, her delicate hands flatten her pressed slacks as she moves. Her selected chair is close, but maintains a respectable enough distance from her superior.  

“Are you familiar with the name Anthony Lipovetsky, agent?” Hudson cuts to the chase, starting as soon as she’s settled. His cold stare shifts to acknowledge her presence, and a chill comes over her as she stares into those signature reflective shades.

They both knew the answer to his question. Aria Fletcher worked mainly in the drug and contraband trafficking sector of the CIA. 

Of course she knew who he was. 

Anthony Lipovetsky had steadily become a pain in the DEA’s ass recently, according to what she had been hearing. Though he wasn’t anyone particularly prolific that warranted the CIA’s attention like some others had. Out of the many individuals Hudson could have pulled her here to ask about, the Russian - American was the least expected.

“Drug trafficker making some big moves along the east coast, but he’s not the biggest fish in the pond.” Aria answers, sounding matter of fact as she stares back at the other. It’s more of a question of a statement. Why him? 

“You’re right. He isn’t, but it’s recently come to our attention that he’s been dabbling into arms smuggling.” Hudson counters, but it still isn’t the answer she’s looking for. 

“Unsurprising. He’s not the first and certainly won’t be the last.” The younger states, but there’s more to this and she knows it. She takes a gamble and makes an educated guess. “Would I be correct in guessing we’re here right now because of his choice in clientele?” 

The female agent can only hope Hudson doesn’t think she’s trying to be a smartass, but all she can do is speculate. It’s the only reasonable assumption that comes to mind seeing as the The CIA doesn’t like it very much when people sell guns to the bad guys, and they especially don’t like it if they’re the type of bad guys who like terrorism. 

“Precisely.” Hudson answers, and the agent has to fight the urge to smile. Right on the ball.

“We have solid intel that he’s been in contact with a soviet agent named Perseus.” The elder continues even seriously, voice grim as he makes the acknowledgment.

Oh. Oh. 

The name Perseus wasn’t one she was familiar with, but the words Soviet Agent had stood out. This was bigger than the domestic drug trade, this was the Soviet Union making way into their backyard. 

This is bad. Very, very bad. 

“So, what’s the plan?” The young woman queries, a touch hesitant at what role she has to play in something that now seems entirely out of her league. 

Hudson’s mouth parts, but a knock at the door interrupts. Her head snaps towards the door as Hudson grants entrance, and in walks Russell Adler. 

Langley legend, ‘America’s Monster’ The man’s in a different league even when compared to a heavyweight like Hudson. He’s pretty much a myth. She’s heard the stories about him, both personal and professional. His portfolio of work is way above her pay grade, and his presence immediately makes the entire thing immensely more interesting. 

She rode an elevator with him once, almost a year back. The encounter was barely a minute long, but she never forgot how devastatingly attractive the man was, with looks that easily could have landed him in Hollywood. Not to mention the way the man carried himself, assertive and with an undeniable dominance. 

Adler doesn’t introduce himself, and doesn’t even spare her a glance nor a word as he takes the seat adjacent to Hudson. His shaded eyes are focused straight ahead as he pulls a cigarette from the pack he seemingly carried in, perching the stick between his lips and igniting it with a zippo lighter that had appeared from God knows where. 

Aria hadn’t realized she had been staring until Hudson tosses something at her from his place at the table, the sound jolting her back to attention. A manila folder glides quietly across the stained wood to land neatly in front of her, only two words on the front.

Operation Ocelot. 

“Let’s get started.” Hudson announces. She opens the file, and things begin to unravel. 

——————————————————————

As it turns out, Operation Ocelot consists of a covert insertion of two agents into Anthony Lipovetsky’s Miami home. That part sounds simple enough, but the devil is definitely in the details.

For the time being, it was prudent Lipovetsky’s connection to Perseus remained intact. They needed a paper trail to follow, and one they could follow without arousing Lipovetsky’s suspicion. There was no real point in spying on someone if they knew they were being spied on.

“The target is well guarded, the man has a price on his head and he’s well aware. Armed security teams around the clock, cameras around the house, the whole package.” Hudson states, slides on the projector screen behind him changing to show a floorplan of the house. 

“Is this where I come in?” Aria questions, it’s easy to assume that’s the only reason why she’s here. 

It seems they’ve selected her to be the honeypot, an unfortunate consequence of being at the very least a mildly attractive woman in the CIA. Sexuality had proven to be man’s greatest weakness time and time again, and it become just a part of the job. She knew if it was something she didn’t want to do, she could easily say no. But then again, she had killed many people in her time as an agent, and one had quickly learned how to detach emotions from entire aspects of life as necessary. 

It’s a blink and you’ll miss it moment, but she swears she sees Hudson and Adler share a look before the former answers her. “It’s where you and Adler come in.” 

Adler in the meanwhile, hasn’t spoken throughout the entire thing. He hadn’t even looked at her yet, his sightline having been maintained firmly on the projector screen ahead as Hudson led the briefing. The end of his cigarette had burned red in the darkness as he took steady pulls from it throughout, the only sign of life in an otherwise detached and glacial man. 

And now, Russell Adler is looking at her. Dark aviators like twin blackholes that threaten to swallow her whole. 

At this point the young agent is visibly confused, as demonstrated by Hudson moving to clarify the statement. “Through our surveillance program we’ve been able to observe the targets' routines and behaviours, and it has been noted that Lipovetsky has a particular…habit.” 

“He wants a threesome?” Aria blurts, now fiddling with the gold chain on her neck. 

This whole thing just got really fucking weird. 

Hudson’s mouth parts, likely looking for a way to word the whole thing professionally, but to her utter surprise Adler is the one who decides to cut to the chase. 

“He likes taking home married couples.” He states bluntly, nonchalant as he focuses on crushing the charred stub of his cigarette in the ashtray in front of him. 

It’s the first time she’s ever heard Adler speak, his voice low and warm. Though it’s not the sort of warmth one would typically associate with kindness, but rather it brings to mind the heat of a fire and danger. There’s a roughness there too, likely from his smoking, but oh how well does it suit him.

“Oh. Well, that’s…interesting.” Aria huffs with a laugh, feeling honestly a bit relieved. There were definitely weirder things in the world that people were into that she feared. Instead, her body tingles with interest. Married couple. 

“Why me then? This isn’t necessarily my normal line of work.” The woman questions. They could have chosen anyone, but they had chosen her. Hundreds of beautiful women worked here everyday but they somehow settled on her? 

“You both make an…attractive pair. You fit the bill in terms of the target’s preferences, as well the vacation demographic in the city.” Hudson says, arms crossed at his chest. “Apart from that, you’ve so far had an impressive field career, your performance is consistent and high quality.” 

The female agent can’t help the pride that burns in her chest at the praise from such a distinguished and highly respected man like Jason Hudson. Everything suddenly felt like a dream. 

“There’s a lot to lose here, we need more than a pretty face. You’ve got what we need.” Hudson emphasizes, the importance of this mission heavily ingrained to the back of her mind. 

“So…I’m going to play Adler’s pretty little trophy wife and then we’re going to collectively seduce our way into his house?” Aria wonders aloud, Adler and Hudson not moving to interrupt and permitting her speculation to continue. “And then what? Are we expected to fuck the information out of him?” 

Hudson sighs, pinching at his brow in exasperation. Adler jumps in once more, saving Hudson from further embarrassment. “We’re gonna slip him a sedative before things get to that. Special cocktail that’ll make him think he just drank a little too much.”

“Oh, thank god.” The youngest utters under her breath, relieved. Things were definitely easier that way.

“Once he’s out, we’ll mess with the camera system, do recon, collect intel, then get the fuck out.” Adler finishes, intense stare levelled right at her once more. She couldn’t help but squirm, he was almost too much to handle just by existing.

And God, she could listen to that voice all day. She was going to listen to it all day in a short matter of time.

She really loved her job sometimes.

“Sounds simple enough.” Aria resigns, casual as she accepted that her life was just really going to be this outlandish for the next little while. 

“You and Adler will set out the day before and go through the motions and leave a paper trail of your own. The target might try and track you both down just to check his bases.” Hudson adds, arms crossed as he switches his gaze back and forth between her and Adler. 

“If we leave evidence that we’re just a normal couple doing normal things, it’ll reassure the target there wasn’t any outside involvement and we weren’t up to no good.” Aria finishes, one arm perched on the armrest of her chair and the other fiddling with her pen as she returns Hudson’s gaze. 

“Precisely.” Hudson agrees, voice carrying the smallest hint of sympathy. 

It’s almost like he feels bad for her. 

Hudson dismisses them soon after, handing them directives on the particulars of their individual roles and aliases. Adler storms ahead of her to the exit, moving out without so much as acknowledging her once again.

He was an asshole, but a ridiculously good looking one. She would learn to play his game soon enough, and oh, she would press his buttons.

Hudson is quick to catch her disgruntled reaction at Adler’s behaviour. “Adler’s not the most personable, but he’s a damn good agent. He’ll have your back.” The elder reassures, perhaps seeking to soothe the burn of the other’s abrasive nature. 

The woman sighs, turning to flash Hudson a tight lipped smile. “I’ll figure him out, I’m not worried.”

She finishes packing away her items and gets ready to leave, eager to get started on the work ahead. Hudson calls her again as she reaches the door, making her pause in her tracks.

“Remember agent, don’t let me down.” 

Nodding with silent determination, she leaves.

[yandere-daydreams]

Kinktober - Day Seventeen

Prompt: Cosplay

Pairing: Leviathan/Reader (Obey Me)

TW: Non-Consensual Touching, Emotional Manipulation, Slight Dissociation, Slight Bondage, Implied Sexual Extortion. 

Sometimes, you missed how ashamed Leviathan used to be about his hobbies.

You wouldn’t go so far as to call it charming, but it was endearing. It was cute, especially when he was far enough along to come to you with his latest projects, but still too awkward and too nervous to do anymore more than shove a bundle of cloth into your hands and sputter out something about ‘needing a model’ or ‘trying it on if you want to, no pressure’. Even when he started bringing a camera, when the shorts got shorter and the shirts got tighter and he stopped bothering to put buttons on anything that came to rest above your diaphragm, you hadn’t thought anything of it. You were having fun with your friend, and with his loyalty to the source material, you couldn’t be surprised when you were given outfits more risqué than what you were used to. He’d been too scared to touch you back then, much less ask you to do anything less than family-friendly. It was fun. It used to be fun.

It used to be. It really, honestly used to be.

You just wish you could say the same thing about your more recent sessions.

It wasn’t the skirt was the wrong size. No, it couldn’t be, Leviathan knew your measurements like the back of his hand. It fit perfectly, it was just made to be like that. The waistline had been synched purposefully, falling above your hips and making it difficult to take anything but shallow, heaving breaths, and every pleat had been ironed in with a sense of devotion, a sense of resolve, one that allowed it to dip in all the wrong places, one that allowed it to cover much less than any uniform should. That’s what this was supposed to be, right? A uniform? That would make sense - in theory, it could pass for the classic white and blue sailor suit you’d seen on so many of his figurines, but you doubted any proper educator would welcome you with open arms. There was too much skin for that. The thigh-highs were too tight, and the material was too sheer, the high-necked collar doing little to save your pride despite its conservative design. Or, conservative compared to the rest of the ensemble, at least.

It might not be so bad if he’d given a task, a theme, something to do and think about besides the camera flashing at your side, in front of you, above you, everywhere. He’d said it like he was doing you a favor, telling you to lie down and let him do the rest, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be thankful, not when he was so close, straddling your thighs to ‘get a better view’. You’d tried smiling, early on, staring into his lens and doing your best to look happy, but the light hurt your eyes and your entire body was stiff and he hadn’t even noticed when you started frowning, averting your gaze, centering your focus on the door as you prayed another brother would interrupt his little photoshoot. You didn’t want to disappoint him, but you didn’t want to keep going, either.

You wanted him to get away from you.

You wanted him to stop looking at you like that.

When you finally opened your mouth, your voice was meeker than you would’ve liked. More of a request than a demand. “Levi?”

“What’s up?” It was a question, but it sounded like a dismissal, his tone casual and non-committal. He could hear you, but you doubted he’d do much to prove he was listening. “I’m almost done, I just need a few more shots.”

A few more shots. A few more perspectives. Hadn’t he said that half an hour ago? Actually, it might’ve been closer to an hour, now. You didn’t have a clock in your room, and you couldn’t reach your phone from your current position, so you wouldn’t know. It could’ve been two hours, it could’ve been an eternity. It was starting to feel like one, if you were being honest. “Levi,” You tried again, managing the smallest hint of insistence. “I really want to take a break.”

There was a slight hum, a pair of pursed lips. The camera stopped flashing as he pulled it away from his face and pressed on of the buttons on its side. “Is it uncomfortable? We can try a different pose, if you’re getting--”

This time, you didn’t bother trying to ask. You couldn’t bring yourself to to push him away, but you managed to sit up, to straighten your back, to roll your shoulders just enough for something near your spine to slide into place. “Levi,” You repeated, his name coming out as a plea. A forceful plea, but still a plea, only slightly better than dropping to your knees and begging him to take his kinks and get the fuck out of your room. “I really, really want to stop. I want to put my clothes back on, and I’d really appreciate it if we could do anything else. I just-- I don’t want to do this, anymore.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. You were still glaring at the bedsheet, still too embarrassed to meet his eyes, but he couldn’t ignore you, he couldn’t ignore that. He must’ve heard you, he must’ve seen where you were coming from. You felt yourself relax the longer he stayed quiet, your hopes not soaring, but rising to a more bearable level. He couldn’t say no. He never did, you guessed. He never technically said you couldn’t.

All he did was laugh.

“Good idea, (Y/n).” You didn’t see his tail. You didn’t even realize he’d manifested it, not until you heard his low chuckle, not until you felt something cool and scaled and solid loop around your leg, digging into the flesh of your thigh before wrapping around your waist and dragging you back down, your body hitting the mattress with a hollow, deafening thud. It was like having someone wrap a rope around your neck. It was like being pinned down by a coiling, writhing snake, one you could only claw at and struggle against so helplessly, it would’ve been more likely to let you go out of pity than fear. You tried kicking, tried pushing yourself up, tried fighting, but Leviathan only grinned down at you, cocking his head to the side as you failed to do so much as loosen his hold. “I was getting bored of the last set-up, too. This should be a lot more interesting, especially if you can keep that expression up.” His tail tightened around you, and something in your hip cracked. You let out a desperate, breathless sob, but if Leviathan noticed, he didn’t care enough to acknowledge it. “You’ll need to stay still, alright? If you move too much, I won’t be able to get a good picture. And besides...”

You wanted to complain. You wanted to scream, but every sound you made came out as a whisper, too quiet and too airy to be taken seriously. Even if you could spit something out, you doubted Leviathan would care. He was already smiling, again, already lifting his camera back into place. As if nothing was wrong.

As if you weren’t prepared to rip his next costume to shreds, if it meant keeping him away from you.

“You wouldn’t want to ruin your outfit.”

[jeontaehui]

TAEHEE CUT IN THE NEXT NEO MODEL

disclaimer posts under the ‘taehee cut’ tag aim to mimic that of a youtube video so it won’t appear as substantial as scenarios or blurbs usually are, the scenes in each bullet just kind of jump from one another (but still in chronological order). i was watching the video while writing this so you guys can refer to that to if you want to!

*these are also just highlights! this post does not encompass all of taehee’s screentime.

from seul in the last episode, taehee jokes around with the number 3! just keep in mind 3 in korean is pronounced as ‘set’

PERSONAL MISSION

the last to come was neovogue’s very own editor-in-chief, jeon taehee. dubbed as the “miranda priestly” of the modelling and fashion industry, the raven haired girl strutted to the front, keeping a chic and cool aura that was meant to intimidate some of the contestants along the sidelines.

she donned a fossil gray business coat over a white blouse, it’s clean satin fabric hiding the dark tube top she wore underneath. she had three buttons unbuttoned, leaving two thin necklace chains, one with a circle pendant and the other’s looking like a tag, make up for the uncovered space inches below her collarbone. the color of her coat matched her skirt’s, while her knee-high boots were a few shades darker.

“i think it’s all just a facade,” haechan answers in a side interview, in response to the question about meeting taehee for the first time, “i won’t let her reputation intimidate me, no. i’ll get to the top.” 

“hello, everyone,” taehee starts off elegantly, “i am neovogue’s editor-in-chief, previously a model; and here we have our managing director, photographer, and model, johnny suh; and of course, our own muse, and exclusive model, kim jungwoo.” 

taehee was so into her role, she did not even let a smile make its way to her face even as the boys joked about jungwoo’s 30-year experience working in ‘neovogue’. 

“i’m sorry but,” mark cuts in, “it’s been 30 years for you, right? i’ve been waiting since 31 years ago.” yuta shushes him, but johnny hesitantly asks him his supposed age. “42 years old,” doyoung answers for him, and a bemused smirk grows onto taehee’s lips when she makes eye contact with mark, the latter confirming doyoung’s statement. “he took really good care of his skin,” johnny says lastly. 

“okay, so your first mission is,” the others wait in anticipation as taehee takes a light pause, “a 1:1 posing battle.” she waits for their reactions to die down before clearing her throat and continuing (“she’s so into her role,” mark whispers to haechan, the younger boy giggling at his remark), “as you all know, what is the most important thing in modelling?” “posing!” “correct, so this is an excellent opportunity for all of you to showcase your ideas and skills in modelling individually. we’re looking forward to it.”

taehee picks the white mic up when taeyong and mark walk to the front, them being the first contestants for the the first round, “these resumes in front of us don’t matter at the moment. you need to show us who you are as a model at the present, the now.” she makes eye contact with the both of them, and she picks up the way taeyong nervously puts his hands into his pockets. 

“don’t forget we’re top models ourselves,” johnny reminds them, and as the camera catches the intense eye contact shared in between taehee and taeyong, it cuts into another side interview. 

“i know i said i’ve admired them since i was younger,” taeyong shares, “but i also feared them, you know? big names, big reputation, they’re everywhere. taehee seems like the biggest wall i have to overcome, it seems hard to impress her.” he lets out an airy chuckle, “but i’ll try my best.”

taehee kept a straight face for the first two keywords, giving some space for jungwoo and johnny to whisper to each other when they needed. once the third keyword came in, the act she was trying to put up breaks away as soon as taeyong and mark did their own poses, mostly due to the latter’s sudden one. the rest of the boys laugh to themselves at mark’s pose, while taehee covered her face with the papers in front of her out of embarrassment. 

“once you notice the difference, it becomes art!” mark defended. “mark-ssi,” taehee calls, her smile quickly fading away once she clears her throat. “i appreciate your boldness,” haechan snorts at her choice of words, “but like you said, we’re looking for art. it doesn’t necessarily need to be....straightforward.” taehee kept a straight face as she said all of this, causing doyoung and jaehyun chuckle. “you need to be expressive. get the message across but be creative.” 

“jaehyun’s dimples. 1, 2, 3.....” “they’re both bad,” taehee says into the mic, so obviously that it made laughter ring out of everyone in the room. 

after taeyong and doyoung did their poses for the keyword “shy frog”, taehee grabs the mic again and leans forward, elbows on the table, “from what i have noticed, taeyong-ssi makes good use of his surroundings. he maximizes the props well and is able to get the message across. doyoung-ssi, on the other hand, your poses work but they tend to be.. somewhat lax— why do you have that look on your face?” all heads turn to doyoung, mouth flat and eyes looking bored as taehee shares her commentary. “are you mad? did we do something wrong to upset you?” the said model quickly recovers with an awkward wave, denying that he was secretly feeling angry. 

taehee raises a brow before sighing, causing doyoung to release an airy laugh. “why are you taking your role so seriously?” he says to himself, though the rest who were seated heard him and chuckled, “jeon taehee’s really scaring me right now, seriously.”

despite that remark, taehee looks back up at the two rivals and continues, “anyways, i was about to compliment you. even though they’re lax and like what jungwoo-ssi said earlier, comfortable, which is annoying, it tends to work in some cases.” doyoung nods understandingly, “i like it,” she puts the mic down. 

“uhh i did not expect that kind of comment from her,” doyoung says in another side interview, both of his hands clasping over his knee as he crosses his legs. “ever since the first keyword, she kept quiet. she was stoic too. you wouldn’t know what she was thinking unless she spoke up.”

“i’m relieved,” he concluded. 

unfortunately, doyoung wasn’t able to make it through this round, prompting taeyong to choose yuta who was apparently very popular overseas. “yuta-ssi,” taehee says, her tone possessing a tint of awe as they got to the third keyword, “i see why you’re very famous abroad, and i’m glad that we got to see your expressiveness and creativity in this show. you did a good job, alright?” “....yes.” taehee puts the mic back down, biting her lip as she tries to contain a laugh. “she’s starting to get shy,” jaehyun chuckles to himself.

“he was very impactful,” johnny notes as taeil headed to the front, taeyong no longer moving to the next round. “okay, table number four,” haechan jokes from the side, taehee’s and doyoung’s laughter matching one another as the younger girl leaned back and covered her grins with her palm. “table number four,” she repeated to jungwoo, and he gives her a smirk back, entertained at her reaction. 

throughout the whole contest, only taeil’s poses were able to actually break a smile out of taehee, with her finding his spontaneity (and hesitance) quite adorable. she always had a soft spot for the older member. 

(how did you first find jungwoo to be when you first met him?) taehee relaxes in her posture a bit before speaking, “johnny introduced me to him, of course. he described him as someone new, very “neo” if i might say, and he told me i should give him a shot,” she moves a strand of hair behind her ear as a part of her flare, “so i did. i came to his shoot for the july issue. at first glance, i thought he was just cute — only had a pretty face to show, but then he revealed so much more unique and different sides to him even just for a short while — i was amazed. and so i came back to johnny and told him i liked him.” 

taehee goes back to her “miranda priestly” role when jaehyun comes up to challenge taeil, keeping a poker face only until johnny gives her the mic for her to share her input. “i’ve been saying this to the models before,” she starts, “be expressive. taeil-ssi, you’ve been somewhat mysterious since the first few rounds, but then again this is art. you need to get a message across for people to appreciate it more. jaehyun-ssi has been creative and to the point with it...so i guess you know where this is going.”

she gives the mic back to johnny who starts his commentary the same time doyoung laughs about taehee fully immersing herself in her role for the nth time.

taehee seemed to enjoy the poses haechan and jaehyun were giving for the final round, and when the former made the cut, she was asked in another side interview about her view on said contestant. “haechan-ssi,” she sucked air through her teeth as her brows slightly furrowed, “he reminded me of myself in the earlier days. the moment he walked up to jaehyun, i knew he was the ambitious type. he doesn’t hold back,” she nods, “i think i like that about him.”

UNIT MISSION

“the emotion we’re looking for is freedom,” taehee tells the camera, “so the candidate who expresses it well will win. we’re looking forward to it.”

she gets the chance to introduce the first candidates for the challenge, “the first subgroup to join jungwoo is .... lee taeyong and kim doyoung.”

they all watch as the two members prepare for the shoot that was about to come, and taehee takes this opportunity to tell them about her role. “so while you’re all doing your thing over there, i’ll be over here,” she gestures to the gray stool behind her, a huge monitor sitting on the table next to it, “and oversee the photos. but i’ll also be judging how each of you work well with others, with a team, so do a great job.” “yes, ma’am!”

“멋있어,” mark comments as he glances towards taehee, the latter returning the impressed smirk he had on his lips before turning back to handle the huge mac monitor.

once taeyong and doyoung are finished, jungwoo calls on the next unit as taehee writes some notes down on a clipboard. the same goes with theirs and the last’s photoshoot, until finally, she is given the honor of picking out the best photo of each group to determine the winners.

haechan looks over taehee’s shoulder to glance at the photos that have been taken by johnny when his eyes have caught sight of the writings (and doodles) on her clipboard. swiftly grabbing it, he laughs, “jeon taehee, seriously, is this what you have been writing all along?” “what is it?” the others ask in curiosity, taehee pulling a hand out for haechan to give it back.

“she just wrote all of our names and added ‘바보’,” haechan decides to face the clipboard to them instead of the camera, and the various other doodles that didn’t need to be mentioned made the other members burst out laughing. “be quiet!” taehee shouted, sporting a contrasting grin, “haechan-ah, give it back!” he hands it to her with a chuckle, not before lightly tapping it against the top of her head playfully.

after choosing the best pictures of each group, with the help of johnny and jungwoo, taehee calls the rest of them to attention. “okay, so for the first group’s a cut, we have this!” taehee allows the boys to react before continuing, “what i like about this photo are the details — you can’t see taeyong-ssi’s face but his eyes, innocent-looking yet lively — johnny captured them well.” “thank you very much, jeon taehee-ssi.”

“next are doyoung’s lips, his lipstick looked very pretty. i wonder where it’s from...” “nature republic!” “yes, maybe that’s why,” taehee gives a short wink to the camera, entertaining some of the members with her attitude before proceeding, “and lastly, jungwoo. he’s like the main course in this photo, taeyong and doyoung did a good job at showing who’s center.”

“they look like very good friends hanging out together,” johnny notes for the second group’s picture. taehee adds, “what i like about this group were their facial expressions. they’re very natural so it makes everything blend in together smoothly.”

she nods off to the side after making eye contact with jaehyun, and she mutters, “i don’t know what the heck i’m saying.” they all hear this and laugh.

they show the last photo, jaehyun joking about how the power socket he was holding was instead a bag. taehee smiles fondly at the sound of his chuckle. “jaehyunnie is cute,” she offhandedly remarks, eyes shifting back to the monitor to her left.

taehee gives her last comment, “and so for this one, i like your synergy. you all work well together. it’s structured, as if it were a statue during the renaissance era—“ “resonance,” jungwoo cuts her off innocently, and the blank stare taehee gives him causes the others to chortle once more, “no, renaissance. anyways, some of you might not like working with others, or a large number of people, but you’re going to be put in situations where you need to, so you have to show your team spirit without completely taking all the spotlight off of you. this team showed an example of it so great job to them.”

(what do you think about taehee’s comments?) “i was intimidated by her at first,” jaehyun answers in a side interview, “but with the way she gave both compliments and points to work on proved that... she knows what she’s doing. she wants to create a masterpiece, so it’d be an honor working with her and the rest of neovogue if ever i get to win this.”

FINAL MISSION

taehee’s shoes click against the marble floor as she entered, giving a spin near the stage before confidently strutting to the front. she removes hair from her face with just a flick of her finger, and the members give her enthusiastic reactions that had her smirking at the camera. 

she tries to bend her knees to pose like johnny did earlier, but realizing she couldn’t because of her skirt and high heels, a grin breaks out on her features. “i can’t do it,” the other members laugh along with her, yuta sweetly telling her to be careful once she straightens herself up. 

“this is why i said i was a previous model,” she mentions, moving in between johnny and jungwoo, “my arthritis is bad.” “arthritis? how old are you?” doyoung chuckles, and taehee answers without hesitance. “127,” she winks at him, “staying healthy is key, everyone!”

“he’s crazy,” taehee whispers to johnny, momentarily taking her eyes off of jungwoo who was doing another set of funny poses at the front. “imagine if he did his ‘tom & jerry’ walk,” taehee’s pleased at the laugh that comes out of him after that. 

“wah, johnny-ssi,” taehee’s mouth parts slightly in surprise once johnny comes back to stand beside her, a shy smile lingering after doing his own signature walk, “i just suddenly remembered the videos my dad showed me of my grandparents dancing in the disco.” doyoung and haechan burst out laughing, “seriously! you reminded me of them!”

“the key point of this walk is the slo-mo turn,” taehee explains as she makes eye contact with each candidate, “you know in movies where like, a slow motion effect is there when an intense scene happens, so it makes the viewers pay attention to it more?” “you really sound like you know what you’re talking about right now,” mark chuckles, but she continues, “you wanna do that to your walk also, so i’ll show you now.” 

taehee takes one step forward until a wave of realization (and slight embarrassment) hits her. “i can’t believe we’ve been taking this so seriously for the past hour,” she chuckles with a fist over her mouth, doyoung backing her up with an exclamation of his own. “okay, i’ll start now,” she begins with a fierce walk, impressing the members how it was almost model-like, before pivoting on her heel slowly, turning around completely at one point, and replacing her intense gaze with a bright one, her pearly whites making their appearance. 

“WOOOO!” “AMAZING!” “BRAVO!” they cheer, and taehee goes back to her role as she positions herself in between jungwoo and johnny. “so,” she clears her throat, “that is how you do it.” 

“d’you know?” yuta speaks up, “she and jungwoo spent a while together yesterday just watching the original show and some modelling clips.” mark and jaehyun laugh at his exposé. 

"it’s now time for the other contestants to show how quick they are,” taehee mentions once haechan is back to his seat, “on the count of three, you need to run together to pick fashion items and complete your style!” at this point, she’d already let go of her role as the strict, intimidating judge. “okay, one, two,” the members ready themselves on their feet, “SET the table here please, taeil-ssi!” the said man who looked ready to sprint was flustered with the joke she pulled, and putting his hands on his hips, he raises his voice, “let’s start already!” “알았어!” taehee answers with the same energy, “okay, one, two, three, go!”

taehee, johnny, and jungwoo all share a laugh as they watch the members scramble to pick out their props for the runway. “we used to be like them too,” johnny jokes, and taehee hears the amount of height difference in between them when she hears his voice above her head. she smiles quietly in amusement. 

“now it’s time,” taehee says in english, “for the runway!”

one of the corners of taehee’s lips raise into a smirk as she raked doyoung up and down, surprised and impressed at the way he managed to pull his outfit off. “it actually works!” she exclaimed, “he did a good job.”

“oh sexy!” taehee shouts as jaehyun enters. “i like his glasses!” she claps, smile disappearing momentarily as she nudges jungwoo’s side with her elbow, “i’m getting those later.”

“taeyong-ssi,” taehee laughs at his walk, unable to continue the rest of her sentence as she holds onto jungwoo’s arm. 

taehee could only look at haechan with amusement, the dimple on her cheek popping out when the maknae points a finger gun towards her direction. 

she suddenly drops to her knees when taeil comes out, one of his clothing items blocking his sight as he blindly walks on the runway. with her hands in front of her for balance, taehee brings a finger up to wipe at the tear that sits on the corner of her eye, johnny pulling her up once she’s calmed down, his own smile matching hers at their members’ ideas. 

“yuta hyung looks like an angry bird,” taehee giggles to the two members standing beside her. she didn’t mean for yuta to hear her, but the way he suddenly stops in his tracks and slowly turns his head to her, arms still in their position, prompts taehee to bring a hand to her mouth in shock. “so scary,” she said, a hint of sarcasm in her tone. “i’m sorry,” she then apologized, hands politely clasped in front of her as she bowed, and when yuta sees this through his blue tinted glasses, he continues to move forward. taehee laughs again. 

her fondness for mark grew all the more when he walked out the side with yellow flippers complimenting his outfit, and her laugh rings along with jungwoo’s as he did a certain move with his foot. “i like this!” taehee cheers, fanning her face with her hand. “you saved it,” she tells mark when he goes back to his seat, mark’s grin widening at the compliment. 

“i feel pretty shocked by one of the collections here,” taehee says, “taeil-ssi, you were very... lively! you made our hearts leap with your walk. actually, johnny-ssi did that walk once in a runway during...” “1982,” johnny completes for her. “yes, 1982. that’s actually why i scouted him,” the amount of backstories and “history” the three of their emcees apparently had made laughter bubble out of doyoung once more. “you guys must have really gone a long way!” he exclaims while johnny continued to tell more about his walk.

“okay but this is a real compliment—” “are you saying the ones johnny and jungwoo gave weren’t real?” haechan quips sassily until taehee shushes him. “stop putting words into my mouth!” the younger boy mocks her under his voice, mark shaking his head at his best friends’ antics. 

“anyways, although you’re buying us a meal,” the way taehee reminds yuta of his punishment sends the members into a laughing frenzy, “i like how you picked clothes that would suit you— and those kinds of glasses, seriously, they fit you. they frame your face well.” “really?” yuta asks with a giddy smile, one that had mark call him cute again, “thank you~”

“how do you feel about winning in the show?” taehee asks once haechan stands beside her. “this is not surprising to me at all. i’m very proud our judges learned from me,” she raises a brow at this, looking comical, “through this experience. i’ll make sure to show more fashion in the future.” 

“excuse me, but do you know the name of the company you’re going to be modelling for now?” taehee chuckles at haechan, and the latter stops in his movements. “uhhh...” “you don’t remember?” “this is sm entertainment.” “fair enough.”

“it’s unfortunate that there are people in this world who think being different is a bad thing, but we’re going to be the ones to prove them wrong and show that,” taehee nods, “different can be cool. congratulations, haechan-ssi!”

taehee does in fact get jaehyun’s glasses as she appears in the last cut for the closing interview, pleased with the way the accessory compliments her outfit. “so who,” taehee tilts her head to the side, johnny and jungwoo copying the action (and of course, the accent), “will be the next top model? is it you?”

[gowoshusoul]

Fanmade Chaos Insurgency Item: Grandmother’s Ring

(TW: themes of suicide, mentioned/implied domestic violence)

Item: Grandmother’s Ring

Size: Size 8

Type: A wedding ring of unknown era

Living: No

Sentient: No

Potential/current hazards: Can induce madness, can cause death

Location: Base Five

Reported Anomaly: Mind altering cognitohazard

USAGE

The Insurgency currently has no use for Grandmother’s Ring. 

REPORT

Grandmother’s name is an ornate, diamond Victorian wedding ring. It was a family heirloom before being collected by the Insurgency. While it appears to be nothing out of the ordinary, there are multiple written testimonies of its anomalous properties. Grandmother’s Ring should be kept in a standard felt ring box and should not be worn by anyone under any circumstances. 

If a married person assigned female at birth puts the ring on, they will be driven to madness. If a person assigned female at birth is not married, the ring will have no effect. 

If a person assigned male at birth puts the ring on, they will be strangled by an unseen force. 

The entity attached to the ring cannot be seen by anyone not wearing the ring and cannot be captured by cameras. Our only knowledge about the entity is from first-person accounts and interviews have proved unsuccessful. 

A picture of Grandmother’s ring before it was put in storage. 

ADDENDA

Below are relative journal entries written by the last person to wear Grandmother’s ring. Her skeleton was found with the ring still on its finger. Skeleton has been collected for testing. 

7/17/1841 

I’m to be married in a week's time. My dress was my mothers, though certain alterations had to be made for it to fit my figure. Ma was always a small thing. Petite and fragile, she preached that men would love me for my shape. For all the soft parts of me waiting to be slept on and hugged and loved. I would keep my husband warm at night, she told me. Her words ring true as my beloved Harry tells me I have more to love than the average woman and he loves me well. He spoils me more than I think I deserve, and I pay him back in poetry. He loves me, and he’ll love me more in my mother’s dress. White, floor length, modest with frills around the wrist and beading from foot to breast. My veil will be my own. My ring has been in the family for so long that we’ve forgotten the name of the woman that once wore it. I’m honored to wear it, and glad my sister declined to fight me for it. She doesn't wish to marry, she said. Rather, she fancies planting a garden with a close friend of hers. They can eat the fruits of their labor and that will be enough for them. I’m thankful for her decision. For the ring. 

7/24/1841 

It’s the morning of. From the moment I awoke, my hands trembled with excitement. They still did as my sister Adelia dressed my hair. She helped me in the dress and behind me I saw her eyes full of tears in the mirror. Behind her, I saw a flash of white in the corner of my vision. I’ve come to accept that I’ll meet the same mad end as my mother. Adelia will as well, but today is not one for lamenting the inevitable. Even if I’m to forget this day in my old age, I will enjoy it. I will revel in it for as long as it remains in my memory, and I will cherish my Harry long after I’ve forgotten his name. We have a love that transcends madness and forgetfulness. When we are old and decrepit, we will hold hands on our deathbeds and go together, neither of us willing to go alone. I’ve found a man I can face death with. No matter what greets us on the other side, we won��t be lonely. 

7/25/1841 

Last night was the greatest of my life. Even now, the next morning, my head is light and airy, my chest full of suppressed giggles as I awoke to his loving face on the pillow beside mine. There’s no feeling to compete with that of waking to see his face, to hear his gentle snoring as I sneak out of bed to write my love. Should someone one day in the future read my diary, know that there is love for you. Pure, untouched love you can never imagine before you feel it. It doesn’t happen fast. It isn’t like falling. It’s like sinking into a comfortable bed and having a blanket lovingly tucked around your shoulders. It’s a feeling of utter safety, of waking up on an overcast day with the gentle pattering of rain against the grass. You know you have nothing to do that day. You revel in the warmth until you realize the blanket wrapped around your shoulders are the arms of your beloved. You will feel love like this, too. All you have to do is give it the time to flower. 

7/27/1841

I never expected the madness to grip me so quickly. I awoke to the sight of Harry’s dark beard against the white silk pillow cases. At the foot of my bed, however, I saw a woman. Her hair was the color of straw, her eyes white and tearful. She stared through me, into something I can’t understand and spoke to me. Fear not. You are in danger, she said, and I am here to protect you. I whispered, so that I wouldn’t wake my beloved Harry, and asked her what danger I could be in. She wept into her palms. Poor girl, she said, you never could have known. I was frightened, so I turned to Harry and buried myself in his arms. I’m not sure when she left, as my head was in my beloved Harry’s chest. I listened to his heart until he woke. When I lifted my head, she was gone. 

7/30/1841 

I see her in my sleep. The weeping woman dresses in white and veiled with sheer lace. Out of the corners of my eyes, hiding behind my Harry. She sits at my dinner table and weeps in my bed. She warns me against my marriage and I tell her I won’t leave. Harry exudes love and passion. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans his weary head against my shoulder while I cook. I sit in his lap as I read and she sits across the room from me. She can’t see our love, or she chooses to look through it. I assure her I’m safe. I am loved, but every time she takes to drying her cheeks and telling me, one day you’ll understand. One day you’ll know. But I know now the love I feel. The safety of Harry’s strong arms and will. He’ll let no harm come my way. 

8/12/1841

I had an awful dream last night. It started at my wedding, though it wasn’t really my own. The man standing before me was not my Harry. He was a tough, rugged man with eyes of blue and hair of brown. It was curly and tousled. He smiled with his teeth bared and I woke as he slipped my ring onto his finger. As I look down at it now, it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and the image of that man in my head. One look from my beloved Harry banishes any thought of him. However frightening that man was, my beloved is infinitely more comforting. He is safety and warmth personified. 

8/20/1841

She comes to me daily with her eyes red from drying tears. He doesn’t love you, she says, but I know she’s lying. I argue with her in the dead of night when I’m able to slip from my bed and join her on the porch. I don’t want my voice to wake Harry. She stood by the steps as I sat in my rocking chair. I told her Harry loves me, that he means no harm, but she won’t be swayed. She shakes her blond head and insists, Time will tell. I sit with her on my loneliest of nights, when Harry’s too tired from work to keep his eyes open after dinner. She reveals nothing of her life, but asks me about mine. I readily tell her. I try to comfort her. I tell her how lovely Harry was during our courting, how patient and gentle and kind he was. She hears none of it. 

8/26/1841 

I’m teaching myself to ignore her, though I hear her heels on my wooden floor in the dead of night. Back and forth down the hall, always stalling by the bedroom door but never barging in. She seems to have learned to respect my boundaries. I contemplate taking the ring off, though I fear hurting my beloved Harry’s feelings. I shall keep it on, as a testament to my love and a promise to her that Harry can be trusted. She whispers to me that my mother thought the same thing as my father. That she saw the same light and felt the same comfort in her own husband. But those men are different from my beloved. I tell her she has no reason to doubt him, that it’s unfair to judge him for the acts of men that have come and gone. She won’t hear me. 

8/27/1842

I had another horrible nightmare and woke to a cold, empty bed. The same man as before was in the dream. The same ring was on my finger. He took me by my hand and led me to bed. I refuses to lie with him and his face twisted with terrible anger. He took my hips in his wide hands and I relented. In spite of his anger, there was a warmth to him. A light that shines through his blackened soul and gave me hope that he might one day change. As my dress slipped from my shoulders, the dream ended. She was waiting for me by the door. Her cheeks were wet with tears. I was like you once, she said, men never change. I told her my Harry has nothing to change. He is pure and handsome and kind. She shook her head and left me. 

9/10/1841

He plagues me nightly. Every time I lay my head down, he’s waiting for me. With every night, he looks more and more like my beloved. His hair straightened and turned black. He shouts with a voice like thunder and crashes glass against the wall when I try to comfort him. I tell him I love him. He takes the words out of my mouth. Every morning, she’s waiting for me. By the door, on the porch; an apparition following me every step of my life. That was my ring, she says, but I’d already guessed that. I asked her who she was, and she replied: It doesn't matter. I’m someone else now, and I can protect you. I need no protection, I tell her, but she doesn’t hear me. 

9/14/1841

My paranoia controls me. I finally told Harry about the woman and the dreams. He wrapped me up in his arms and kissed my hair. It’s okay, he says I’ll protect you. I’ll love you in sanity and madness alike. I’ll chase the man from your dreams and the woman from your visions. I still dream of him. I still see her, but I am loved. That’s all that matters. 

9/20/1841

My beloved Harry’s support is something I never could have imagined. When I tell him where I see the woman, he stands in front of her and blocks her from my vision. He saves me the grief of having to interact with her. She still plagues me, though she never speaks. She watches with worried eyes as Harry dips me to give me a kiss, as his beard tickles my neck with his kisses. He protects me from her, just like he said. 

10/1/1841

I’m still shaken from last night’s dream. Never in my life have I seen something so horrid, a scene so disgusting. I never would have thought my mind capable of conjuring such offensive visions. I awoke with tears and my beloved was there to hold me, to whisper into my hair that he has me, that I’m okay. And I was okay, though my hands still tremble as I write before bed. 

I dreamt of the same man. This time, though, there was something wrong with him. I was timid and small, made to feel smaller by his oppressive figure. I was backed against a wall. There were hands around my throat. My lungs burned. My lips were numb as I dug my nails into his arms. As my vision faded, I looked at him one last time to find that it was my beloved Harry. I woke to see his face on the pillow next to mine. He left a bitter taste in my mouth. 

10/2/1841

I’ve had enough. I confronted the woman, cornered her in my own home as her ghostly figure passed through my walls. I asked her who she was and she burst into tears. I noticed the bruises on her neck for the first time and she admitted to me, I am the Angel of Death. I come to you as I came to your mother and your mother’s mother, to warn you of the evil that lurks in every man’s heart and carry you away from their cruelty. I shouted at her, My Harry has no blackness in his heart. He is the off-white pages of my girlhood diary where I lamented my lack of love, where I professed my jealousy for my friends as they found love I vyed for. She shook her head, but I made her listen. My beloved Harry is good and pure. He loves me as I love him. He protects me against my madness, about the madness she brought onto me. I cursed her for my undoing. For my nightmares. For the voices that live between my ears and steal my thoughts from my head. I cursed her for daring to put such a horrible image in my head and I cursed her because I’ll never forget it. Harry heard the commotion and came to collect me. Now he lays his head on my thighs as I write. I’m infinitely thankful for him. 

10/21/1842

My nightly horrors have grown too much to bear. Every night, Harry strangles me. I wake gasping for breath with tears on my cheeks. Tears that he dutifully wipes away, though I’ve learned to flinch from his touch. He never raises a hand to me, never speaks a harsh word to me. He’s always worried, always kind. He is a light in my life, one threatened to be snuffed out by the Angel’s cruel visions of the past. I confronted her again, once again on the porch so that I might not disturb my love. I asked her why she tortures me, and she tells me again that she’s protecting me. From what? I asked. She shook her head. You still don’t see it, she said. I don’t. I never will, because my beloved is not her husband. He is not my father nor my grandfather. He is a good, patient man, and she has no right to punish me for having a love purer than hers. My love is right, I said, and yours was wrong. My heart aches for you, but I have a life to live. I have love to dive into and comfort to feel. I don’t deserve to be driven mad like my mother and my mother’s mother. She shakes her head. She doesn’t hear me. 

12/1/1841

We thought the delusion was genetic. We thought the woman mom saw in her dreams and out of the corner of her eye was a symptom of living in such an old home. Ma  grew up on stories about a fair-skinned woman roaming the halls lamenting for her short life. This was before mom ever saw her. When grandma was still alive and had the mind to tell stories of her youth. She said the woman first appeared before her on her wedding day. There was an unfamiliar face in the crowd. The woman with blond hair and white eyes was crying in a church pew next to my great-grandmother, who warned her nonbelieving child of what she called the wedding ghost. I thought she was lying or crazy. I should have known better than to doubt three generations of women seeing the same apparition. I’m killing myself tomorrow to rid myself of her. Her fear and delusions, her unending scare tactics and the wailing in the middle of the night. She hovers behind my husband, my beloved Harry, and whispers over his shoulder all the horrible things he might do to me. The horrible things he wants to do to me. She never lies, she says, she never will. She claims she knows what’s best for me, but I know best. I’ve lived in my head longer than she has. I’ll put an end to her torture. I’ll die with the ring on my finger and hide my body so that no one else should be hurt the way she hurt me. She tells me she’ll accompany me in death, that she’ll carry me to somewhere better. 

I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. I curse her. 

I curse her. I pray that my body is too heavy for her arms, that she might be tied down to my corpse, that my rotting face will torture her as she’s tortured me with Harry’s. 

My love, I’m sorry. It’s too much to bear. 

[vixenpen]

Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

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“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

[katsuflossy]

For the Sake of the Mission

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x reader

TW: obscenities, slight sexual scene, angst

Word Count: 2.3k

Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer @goatsenpaiultimate

A/n: I’ve decided to change it from 18+ because it really isn’t just please use descretion as there are uncomfortable scenes. Asides from that I’ve gotten this idea from some British show my mom was watching so props to y’all who’ll now the reference. Please enjoy!! (Edited)

The whirring of the vents took advantage of the silence in the room, making up most of the sounds in the metal chamber. It made the air cold, scattering goosebumps on your skin even though around you wore a black sweater. Walls showed no sign festivity, bare of any creative artworks, just reflective of where you currently are. A face devoid of any emotions looked back at you, but even without proper clarity you knew the purpose of the reflection; it wasn’t a giant metaphor to reflect on your mistakes and crimes nor was it supposed to be calming. Its purpose was to make sure you had nothing else left to blame. The only blame was to lay you and your “confessions”.

The interrogation room was like a confessional that didn’t allow you to come back from mistakes.

The contact of soft yet pointed footsteps on the tiles of the floor now dominated the mechanical drone of the vents. Like a sly fox purposefully tapping around its prey as a taunt. Your heart never raced harder before this scenario. Getting caught in the middle of a police raid will definitely pull you into more trouble than you are already in.Your eyes switched from the wall to the ominous black window in front of you. You can’t see them but they can see you. Hell, you don’t even know who is behind that window, gauging your entire reaction at this moment. But that wasn’t what struck your heart in fear.

The footsteps could be heard behind your seated figure. Its dynamic raised louder, practically echoing through the vacuum of a room. You swallowed with much tension as the knob turned, breaking the new presence in the room.

You wondered who it was and prayed it was a low ranking police man. If it was Naomasa, Kenji or any other high ranking officers, your cover would be blown and two sides would place, on your head, a hefty bounty, dead or alive.

Black boots stepped across your vision as you peered on to your own attire, crinkled and worn from the activities you were caught in. The whirring dominated the room again as he laid on the wall, one leg used to support his weight. Your eyes finally connected to his face.

“I spoke at your funeral, you know that right?” You stared blankly into his face. Aizawa wasn’t deterred from your deadpanned face however.

“Imagine making a eulogy for someone you care so much about, believing for 3 months they have died only to have her right in front of you again—” He moved to the chair on his side of the room, “not saying a word to you. Like it has just been a bad dream.”

You kept your tongue on a leash. Your gaze went to the window and back to the hero. He sighed in discontent before placing his hand on the recorder, lifting it up to show the lack of light on the device.

“The recorder is off and there’s no one behind there. So your words stay with me.” You sighed in relief however the situation now seemed more tortuous than what you were fearing.

“I know.” Your voice breaks in soft waves to Aizawa’s ears which croned to get more. After all, he went from listening to you everyday to straight radio silence. There was no explanation or your ‘death’ and disappearance and he had endured the worst. But now he has a chance to find answers.

“I did some little digging,” your head whipped back to his own as he went on, “the most I’ve found was a covert special ops able to infiltrate the League with only two members. One uses death to gain the respect of the league members in order to join their ranks and get a bulk of the information while the other stays on the side of the heroes. I’m assuming the former is you and the latter—“

“How did you get that information! You’re sleuthing around could ruin the whole mis—“

“You were dead.” His words ran echoes through your ears and sent chills down your spine, not in the ways that it used to. In three words his raw emotions shook you to your core and shook your trained mind. It seeped in back the old memories that had been blocked out for the sake of your profession.

“The latter, they’re keeping airtight, I’m assuming only the high members of the Commision have that intel.”

Panic began to whirl around you. If Aizawa had been able to collect such intel on you, others would too. And those ‘others’ are willing to go to any lengths necessary to find that information at the sniff of betrayal. Aizawa sat back and drank in your appearance. Your hair grew in the short but torturous span of 3 months and your skin accepted more battle scars. You should be seen as disheveled, crooked and less attractive but Aizawa thought you were the most beautiful person he’s seen in the past months.

“If you worry about your espionage being revealed, don’t. I used Shinso’s brainwashing quirk to get one of those Commission heads to confess.” Your eyes widened at his honesty.

“Shouta! You can get yourself prosecuted for that!” His eyes glared straight into your own as he scowled further.

“And the same goes for you. How many years do you think you’ll get for faking death and joining Japan’s most notorious villains.” As taken aback you were, you chose to defend yourself.

“It’s my job. You know well if I didn’t obey the Commission’s wishes then I would face even more serious consequences.” You paused your speech, abruptly realising how much anger you had concurred in such a short time with the League, something that should’ve never happened in the first place. You took a deep inhale of air.

“I had to do it for us. I did it for those kids. At the very most, I did it for the citizens of this country.”

His heart and mind were at their final battle. He thought about this reunion nearly everyday and how he would approach you. One route depicted his lashing out at you, the anger bursting through the mask of hurt. On the other route, he pulled you in a tight embrace, hands roaming all over your body to ensure you were in fact real. Now that his manifestations became reality, he couldn’t choose. The concealed pain in your eyes held up a black window like the one on the other side of the room. Only thing was that he was the only one able to see you, the real you.

What did the Commission drag you into? What have you seen?

His heart softened, sending him back to those free late nights, laying on each other watching stand up comedy with a bottle of liquor. You were just bubbly, cracking jokes that rivaled those of the comedian.

His hardened shell finally broke. He let out an airy laugh.

“To think that saving humanity would let us lose the ones we feel human around.” You hummed in dreadful agreement, stripping down a little of your wall as well.

“Indeed, I miss being able to walk outside fearless of any attack from the police or other villains.”

Your words made you sound like a true villain, but he knows you, your way of talking, your body language, your love language.

He leaned back in the chair, letting his back lay against the cold metal as you did the same, making yourselves comfortable as much as you can.

“Tell me. What have you been doing in the last three months?”

You began retelling your life as a spy in the League, how Shirigaki didn’t introduce himself to you until after the first month and the personalities of each villain. You made sure to redact certain information for the fear of roping Aizawa into the same situation they have forced you into, until you blurted out your recent command.

“The last drop off I’ve had they told me I wasn’t close to unfolding the master plans despite leaking various missions that could’ve led to disaster. I had to get close to the members, bond through hobbies, be their entertainer— shit those bastards said to use my womanhood to—“ Aizawa’s eye widened at your slip up, after noticing how careful you were selecting your words. You cleared your throat, heart beating at the speed of light.

“—basically just get buddy buddy with someone.”

“No, that was not what you were going to say. Finish your sentence.”

Your throat was suddenly dry as you tried to swallow down your fear. You took a second in attempting to gather yourself before responding.

“Shouta, I just said they want me to make a friend with one of them—“

“That was not what you were going to say—“

“Well that’s confidential Shouta—“

“I believe I should know when my girlfriend is forced to seduce one of the League’s members.”

You kept your mouth shut, allowing the vents, attempting to blow the tension out of the air, make up for your silence. Shouta stayed still, only moving he exhaled with shaking, tense shoulders, like a volcano ready to erupt.

“Which one is it?” His words came out with a sense of danger, a warning of eruption. You chose to stay silent.

“Shigarki Tomura?” You were silent.

“Dabi?” You were silent.

“Mr. Compress?” Your eyes darted to the side, in an attempt to avoid him from looking into your eyes. But he knew the answer already.

“Fucking shit!” He stood from his seat, a screech emitting through the air before he placed his hands on the table, calming himself down. His anger begged to throw the chair, break the table, punch the walls however he knew the outcome of that route. Many officers would rush in after the commotion before arresting you on sight.

So he breathed, he breathed until the thick humidity of anger evaporated off of his body.

Meanwhile you sat down, guilt gnawing at your heart without hesitation. Your eyes darted to the cameras, one at the corner of the room behind your back and the other on the table, turned off from seeing the look of despair in your eyes.

Your mind went back to the scene before the police raid. Atsuhiro’s hand gently holding your neck as the other laid on your hip. His body firmly pressed against yours, letting you feel the hard bulge on your lower back. He skimmed your ear, calling you a “pretty flower” before zipping down the dress from your back. The dress they bought for you. Just as he was about to kiss you, the police broke down the door of the hideout you were stationed in. Astuhiro escaped and you, along with the little lowlife villains, were the sacrifice.

Your head hung low, shame clouded your thoughts. You couldn’t even look him within the eyes and Shouta saw that. His heart hurt for you like how yours were hurting for him. He slumped his shoulders and let out a sigh. There may be another route he had to choose in order for a better reunion.

“I would’ve never fathom a situation like this. I don’t want you to do this and just the thought of another man touching you makes my blood boil.” You flinched at the harshness in his tone.

“But for the sake of our lives. Do what you need to do.” You snapped your head up to his face, confusion set on your features as he continued.

“It hurts me, like how it hurts you. And judging by your reaction, I know you don’t want to do this also. But if it is my feeling you are trying to protect, don’t, because I know you’ll come back to me at the end of this.”

Within this safe space Aizawa made, you cried. You cried for the first time in the last two months before being a part of the elite League members. The feeling of being human was brought to the forefront of your mind, showing the (Y/n) has known from before. His own eyes stinging from the tears on his waterline.

“Hey.” He lifted your chin to look at your face.

“Promise me you’ll come back to me.” Your cheeks dewy from your tears and your lips red from the blood rushing to your face.

“I will come back to you. I promise.” The corner of his lips lifted up in a bittersweet smile. He let go of your chin to walk towards the door.

“I’ll try to delete that tape from the camera, when I walk down the hall to the right, take the fire escape down the left. Okay?”

“Okay.” Your eyes looked at the camera’s peripheral vision, noticing it didn’t have a view on the front of the door.

In a haste you turned around and ran towards the pro-hero. As soon as he turned around, your fingers entangled in the strands of his hair, pulling down his head to mold your lips with his. A passionate tango of tongues danced within your maw, recollecting the feeling of old times. It wasn’t a goodbye; it was a promise. You both know it.

As your lips parted from his, you wrapped your arms around him, spanning the broadness of his back, and laying your chin on his shoulder. He embraced you with the same tightness. You whispered in his ear.

“For the sake of the mission?”

“For the sake of the mission.”

You released him and stepped back into the door frame, remaking the space you’ve left from three months ago. This time, a sense of hope will pull you through as you complete your mission. And an anchor will keep you grounded to the ones you loved, and not to the villains reaping your empathy.

As he turned to the down the right hall, his eyes met yours before disappearing past the corner. Your training kicked in, both physical and mental, and you ran down the hall to the left.

[agentsoftie]

Sleepless Nights ( S.R ) p.2

summary: Y/N and Reid aren’t the most fond of each other. So what happens when sleep, have to share a bed, and get married?

pairing: Y/N x Spencer Reid

a/n: a/n: AHH okay so here it is! It’s my first au so it’s probably not the best. But big thanks to @anepiphany! Ani baby none of this would be happening without you! Thank you for you tips and making me not go insane! Also pls tell me if I slept something wrong cuz like, your girl not the best when it comes to it. Also there will def be a loophole somewhere in my case and if you find one, just let it slide because life is filled with loopholes ❤️ also this is gonna be a two parter! ( this is the second part )

warnings: mentions of a case, angst and blood (the smallest amount), fluff really though

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“So today happened,” you say while you got into bed.

Yeah, today happened. So, I guess we're gonna do this thing huh,”

Wait, is he asking me out? you think to yourself. No dumbass of course he isn't. He's talking about the event thing. you say to yourself mentally. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“So, sleep huh.” He asked awkwardly.

“What?”

“You know, sleep. Like us, together. No, wait t-that came out wrong. I meant like we’re gonna sleep, but ike together on the same bed. But if you're not tired then we-” He got cut off by you when you grabbed his arm. Immediately he looked down at your hand and then up. He looked like he had just seen a ghost and gotten an A in a class you were failing at, at the same time.

“Breathe, just breathe. How ‘bout you take a shower huh.” You say in an airy voice while still holding onto his arm.

“Uh, okay. Yeah, a shower. That sounds good.” He said, forcing you to let go of his hand.

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It takes him 10 minutes to finish taking his shower. Tonight he comes out wearing another pair of basketball shorts and another tee. It really makes you wonder if all he goes to sleep in is a pair of shorts and a tee. Like really Reid come on. You have money, use it on some proper pj’s. Although you're one to argue wearing another pair of shorts and a loose crop top.

“You said last night that there was no hot water so it took you ten minutes, well this time there still was and it again still (italicize) took you ten minutes. Like what the fuck!”

“I'm not really one for hot water. But my statement last night still remains true, you took up the hot water.”

“ Reid, this is a hotel. They almost always have hot water running.”

“Okay well, I don’t care!”

“I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.”

“Ha, so you admit it!”

“Admit what?”

“That I’m smarter than you!”

“Well in certain areas, yes,” you said in an annoyed tone. He was smirking at your struggle for answering. “Ugh, can we just go to sleep.” You say not wanting to continue this conversation.

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You woke up to the sound of rain pouring outside. The skies were as gray as a child on a monday. You felt something on your stomach and to your surprise that feeling was a man known as Dr. Spencer freaking Reid. He was laying on you with his head right under your chin. You were holding his hand and your legs were intertwined with his again. You can't remember what happened last night to lead up to this, but what's done is done. The person you've been pining over for the last 3 years was here laying on you and looking like a fucking god.

Your phone started to ring causing him to wake up.

“Emily? Oh, okay yeah, I'll be there in 20.” She told you to go to the address that she had sent you. Saying to bring Reid with you to get your outfits for tonight. “Reid, come on we gotta go.” You say looking down at the art that was placed in front of you.

“No, I don't wanna leave. I just wanna sleep.” You had never seen this side to him before. So soft and sweet. Was the universe trying to make you fall for him? If so, then it was working.

“No come on, we have to get our outfits for tonight. We have to get ready and eat something. So come on, get up.” you say trying to get up but failing because he holds you back.

“No. sleep.” He mumbles half awake.

“Spencer, how ‘bout this. How about you sleep for a little until I take a shower and stuff. Then you can get up.”

“Okay, fine.” And with that he was out, leaving you go gaze over the literal form of perfection.

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“Y/L/N how long does it take to get changed?” Reid yelled.

“Oh will you shush!”

“Geez, no need to get so mean.”

“Iswear I will backhand you so hard if you don't shut up!” You say while walking out. And at the sight of seeing you he was speechless. Staring at you like you had something stuck in your teeth. “What?” You say looking down at your black floor length gown.

“No n-nothing. It's just-”

“Just what?”

“You look good in that dress.”

You looked down immediately after he said that fearing he would see the blush. He did. “Yeah well, you look good too.” you say while moving your hands after the redness was gone.

“I know.” He said, smirking causing you to make a sarcastic face.

“Okay, well we have to go now or Hotch will literally kill us.”

“You. He’ll kill you.” He says while walking out of the door.

“And you would just love that, wouldn't you.” You say following him out.

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“Reid, you have your gun?”Hotch askes.

“Yes.” He said.

“Wait, where should I put mine?” You ask while holding your gun.

“Oh, you see, you're not going to have one.” JJ says while taking your gun away slowly.

“Then what the hell am i going to use as self defence?”

“You're a badass, you'll figure it out.” Emily says suggestively.

“Damn straight.” You say smiling causing her and JJ to laugh. Reid was not impressed.

“Okay, these glasses have a secret video camera in them sending footage to Garcia once you turn it on. So whatever you do, don't take these off.” Hotch says while handing Reid a pair of glasses that match his suit. “And Y/L/N this is your “wedding ring.” It has a video camera in the diamond so try to keep your hand up and try to make it as visible to people as possible.” He says while handing you the ring.

“Okay you're married, so act like it!” Rossi says before you two leave.

“Yeah, you both better be so in love it makes someone sick.” Emily adds.

“Yes mom. Yes dad.” You say jokingly.

“Okay and before you go, here are your earpieces. And we’ll be near the building if anything happens.” JJ says.

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“Y/N, put your left hand on Spencer’s arm.” Garcia says through the earpiece. And you did exactly that. “Okay, now be affectionate.”

“Pen how should we do that.” You say while looking at Reid so it looked like you were talking to someone.

“I don't know? Spencer, kiss her.”

And then bam! Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You didn't know how to react. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in making the kiss even stronger. You then put your hands in his hair and pulled at it a little. And at that moment it was as if the world stopped. As if time froze and fireworks went off. And then all of a sudden he pulled away and you looked down.

“Cherry or Strawberry?” He asks as if nothing just happened.

“I uh- strawberry.”

“Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice that beautiful ring.” Says a guy approaching you.

“Oh thank you! It's very gorgeous isn't it!”You say while looking down at the ring then bringing your hand up.

“But not as gorgeous as you honey.” Reid says while looking at you. Oh god the things he did to your heart.

“Oh, uh how rude of me not to introduce myself. Im Ryan. Ryan Carson.” He says while holding out his hand for both of you to shake.

“Im Y/N Reid and this is my husband Spencer Reid.” You say while shaking his hand after Reid, as always, refused to. Y/N Reid had a nice ring to it, although you would never change your last name. But it sure had a nice ring to it which both you and Reid noticed.

“How long?” Ryan asked.

“3 months.”I said.

“When did you know?”

“The first time she read me The Fault In Our Stars. It was 2 something in the morning and I couldn't sleep so she read it to me. And I just couldn't stop thinking that this is the girl I’m gonna marry.” Reid said. Although that of course never happened, your heart wanted to explode. Right after he said that you kissed him on the cheek. He immediately turned red, but you didn't say anything.

“Wow. That’s just, wow.” Ryan said.

“Guys I think this guy is our friend Thomas. Well not think, know. He looks exactly the same. So make sure to play into his tactics or whatever. Therapy must cost a lot for you sweet children.” Garcia says.

“You know, I’m gonna propose to my girlfriend soon. Would you two help me pick out a ring?”

“What do you think Spenny?” You ask in a joking tone. Spenny, that was one you never used. You liked it, did so did he.

“Well, I think that it’s an amazing idea baby.”

You could see the anger in his eyes. The anger you get before taking a life. You could see that all he wanted to do was end your lives right then and there. Honestly you two could go into acting if all this death gets too heavy for you.

“Great! Then follow me right this way.” He says while leading you to the elevator. The ride was fairly quick but the entire time Reid had his and around your waist pulling you close to him. Oh god the things you would do to have him.

“Here’s my room.” he says while gesturing to you two to go in first. You saw two chairs and then heard the door slam behind you. You jumped at the sound and turned around to see him standing there with a gun pointing that both of you. “You don't want your wife to die a painful death, go sit down on the chair.” And he did exactly that. “Now you too bitch.” he says while pointing the gun at you. And you did exactly what he said.

“What do you want!” You yell at him while he ties you up.

“I want your happiness to end. If I can't have it, then how can you?”

“The world doesn't revolve around you!” And then before you knew it there was blood coming from your arm and a door kicked open.

“Y/N!” Spencer yells.

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“I’m okay, really I’m fine.” You say to the paramedic wrapping your arm.

“No you’re not! You got shot!” Spencer says.

“Okay well how about I leave you two along for a bit huh.” And with that the paramedic was gone.

“Oh look, you scared the paramedic.” You say while throwing your hands in the air.

“Okay and you scared me.”

“Spencer, I got shot. It happens.”

“Yes Y/N I know but it could have hit an artery and make you bleed out. I could have lost you. Why dont see that. If you die who am I gonna mentaly torture, who am I gonna talk to my mom about, who am I gonna love? I've already lost so much, I can't lose you too. I love you.”

“You love me?”

And just like that he grabbed you and put his lips on yours. You immediately put your hands in his hair and pulled hard, he didn't care though. He pulled you closer to him, making you come back with 10 times more force than before. You pulled apart due to lack of oxygen and he put his head against yours after catching his breath.

“Does that answer your question?” He says softly.

This time you kiss him. Not as aggressive as last time though. This was a small, yet equally as meaningful kiss. “I love you too.”

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly then all at once” – John Green

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[cali-holland]

Only a Mark- Shawn Mendes One Shot (Hogwarts AU)

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Malfoy!Reader

Prompt: When you’re forced to become a Death Eater, your relationship with Shawn is at stake.

Word Count: 1900

A/N: I recently found this- I wrote it months ago so oops??

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“I’m scared.” Your voice trembled as Shawn tightened his arms around you. You cried softly into his chest as he held you in the Astronomy Tower.

“It’s going to be okay. You’re okay, we’re okay.” Shawn said, running a hand up and down your spine gently.

“What if it’s not okay?” You asked, stepping back and looked at him through your teary eyes. Shawn wiped away the tears rolling down your face with his thumb, cupping your face in his hands.

“It will be okay, We’ll get through this.” He whispered. He didn’t know how to calm you down besides simply being there and holding you. It wasn’t the first time you had suffered an anxiety attack over the future, but it was the first major one he had witnessed.

Yesterday, Harry Potter and his friends, your schoolmates, had gone to the Ministry and fought your father with his companions. The news of Voldemort’s return and Sirius Black’s death traveled through the school and the cruel looks from your schoolmates scared you.

“You’re going to be okay. He won’t get you, I promise. I’ll protect you.”

“You can’t protect me, Shawn, not from my own family.” You replied, softly.

“I’ll do the best that I can.” It was silent for a moment, before he spoke up once more, “Are you going to become a Death Eater?”

“No.” You said. You leaned in to give him a kiss, hoping he didn’t catch your lie. After a moment in his warm embrace, you pulled away and reached into your pocket. You took out a ring and held it out to Shawn. “I wanted to give you this.”

“It’s wonderful. Thank you.” He grabbed it from your open palm and slid it onto his finger. It was a casual ring, nothing too fancy with an intricate lion and snake on it to represent your house and his.

“Promise me that you’ll never take it off?” You asked quietly.

“Promise.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

“Y/N, wake up.” A loud voice called you away from your dream, or really your memories. You opened your eyes with a yawn to see your twin brother standing in your doorway.

“What do you want, Draco?” You asked, stretching your arms.

“We’re going to Knockturn Alley soon. You should get ready.” He spoke solemnly before leaving your room without another word. You could tell he wasn’t thrilled about what today would include, and you weren’t either.

As you got ready for the day, you couldn’t help but think of Shawn. You felt guilty because you hadn’t told him about today; you knew he’d never stay with you if he knew you were a Death Eater. Lying to him and siding with Voldemort was not something you wanted to do- you had to do it. Originally, your father had threatened your life over the issue, but, then, he discovered about Shawn. With your only weakness exposed, you had no choice but to follow your father’s orders.

You were scared to go to Knockturn Alley, where you and Draco would go through the ceremony of becoming Death Eaters. You knew there was no going back from today, but you had to go through with it. The last thing you wanted was for Shawn to get hurt because of you.

“Y/N, are you almost ready?” You heard Draco’s voice come through your bedroom door.

“Almost.” You replied. You quietly sat down at your desk, hearing him walk off down the hall. Opening the desk drawer, you pulled out a small black box.

“Show me Shawn.” You spoke softly to the box in your hands. It opened to reveal an image of Shawn eating breakfast. The view was partially obstructed, as it was the ring on his finger providing it. You could see his smile though as he talked to his family. You felt reassured as you knew he was safe- that was all you really needed. You wouldn’t see him for a week, not until you returned to Hogwarts. Putting away the box, you left your room, ready for your day.

~~~

“I missed you.” Shawn said, pulling you tightly against him on the platform. You couldn’t help your smile as you held onto him.

“I missed you too.” You replied. He pulled away to cup your face in his hands, pulling you right back into him for a kiss.

“So, how was the end of your summer?” He asked as you two finally separated. You both gathered your belongings and got onto the train.

“Boring and rather uneventful.” You said, “And yours? How’s Aaliyah?”

“She can’t wait until next year.” He replied, “I hope she’s a Gryffindor too.”

“Slytherin’s not all bad.” You teased as the two of you found an empty compartment. You put your bags up before taking a seat beside the window. You felt your left arm begin to sting as Shawn sat beside you, wrapping one of his arms around your waist casually.

“You okay?” Shawn asked, noticing the look of discomfort that crossed your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You replied, “Just didn’t sleep well the past few nights.”

“Is everything okay?” He asked, now more concerned.

“I’m tired, that’s it. I’m okay in general.” You explained with a playful tone. You snuggled into his side as he began to talk to you about his upcoming Quidditch tryouts.

~~~

“You look beautiful.” Shawn said, taking your hand in his as the two of you walked down the hallways to Slughorn’s Christmas party.

“You’ve seen me wear this before.” You laughed.

“It’s still beautiful.” He replied, kissing your hand gently.

“Thank you. You look pretty good too.”

He laughed at your response before opening the door to the party, holding it open for you. When you walked in, you were surprised by the rather upbeat atmosphere of the party. Cameras flashed as photographers took pictures of guests and the band was playing lively music. You and Shawn mingled your way through the crowd.

“Oh, hello, Shawn, Y/N.” The airy voice of Luna Lovegood called out to the two of you. She smiled warmly at you.

“Luna, how have you been?” Shawn asked. He took the lead of the conversation with his fellow Gryffindor, knowing how uncomfortable you felt around anyone close to Harry Potter. It wasn’t that you had anything against them, but you felt that you didn’t belong with them, no matter what Shawn said. Now, with a hidden dark mark on your skin, you knew that you didn’t belong with your peers. Shawn was the exception; you knew you had to keep his close enough so that you could protect him from your father.

“I found this one lurking about outside.” You heard the recognizable voice of Filch coming from across the room.

“Get your hands off me.” Draco exclaimed with a disgusted look on his face. All eyes fell on your brother.

“I’ll escort him out.” Snape said to Slughorn. He took Filch’s place in taking Draco from the party.

“Y/N,” Shawn said as he turned to you.

“I have to go.” You replied quickly, before following after your twin. When Snape finished his lecture, you pulled Draco around the corner to speak with him.

“What are you doing out here?” Draco asked you, clearly annoyed from his earlier incident.

“I was coming to check on you.” You said.

“I don’t need your help.”

“Draco, we’re in this together. I can help you.”

“If we’re really in this together, then why are you acting like everything is fine? Why am I the only one working on that cabinet?” He questioned. He pulled up his sleeve to expose his mark, making you take a step back with a grimace on your face. “See, you’re more terrified than I am. At least I don’t hide mine like you do.”

“Draco-” You placed your hand over where your mark would be, if you didn’t have a spell hiding it. You let out a small shriek as your brother grabbed your left arm and pointed his wand at it.

“Revelio.” He said, and the black ink began to make its way back onto your skin. You pulled your arm back, covering it again with your hand. “I wonder if father knows that you cast a spell over that boyfriend of yours.”

“How did you know about that?” You asked. He let out an annoyed laugh, and you almost broke down as he pulled the familiar velvet box from his pocket.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize it? You’re clever, sister, but you can’t beat me. A shield charm laced with a tracker- you really outdid yourself with this.”

“Draco, please. Shawn’s all I have.” You went to grab the box from his hands and halted when he pointed his wand at you.

“You chose wrong, Y/N.” You saw fear flicker in his eyes as he spoke. You thought you knew that he’d never intentionally hurt you, that he was only acting irrationally because of Voldemort, but you were afraid of Draco now, afraid that your brother was now long gone. You watched as Draco looked behind you down the hall. He scoffed as he lowered his wand. He tossed the box back to you and stormed off without another word. As you looked at the box, you sighed in relief. Draco knew your secret now, but at least you could still attempt to keep Shawn safe.

“Y/N,” Shawn’s voice cracked as he spoke. You jumped, turning around to see him standing at the end of the hallway behind you. His eyes fell down to your exposed arm, and you quickly hid it.

“Shawn, it’s not-” You said, reaching for him. He stepped back with a broken look on his face, “How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough of it.” Shawn replied. “You said you wouldn’t become one. You said you wouldn’t.”

“I-”

“And this,” He took off the ring and held it up, “This was just a charm?”

“No, Shawn. Please, let me explain.” Tears began to form in your eyes as he finally rested his eyes on you. There was only fear in his eyes- fear of you. “My father- he said he’d hurt you if I didn’t follow through with his plan. I just got so scared, and I thought the ring would be enough to keep you safe if I wasn’t there. Yes, it’s charmed to track you, but that was just in case you got taken somehow, and the protection spell kept any Death Eaters from attacking you. I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t want you to leave me because then I wouldn’t be able to protect you as much.”

“You’re a Death Eater, Y/N.” He said, his bottom lip shook with concern.

“Shawn, please, it’s not like that. I had to, but I’d never actually hurt anyone.” You tried to reason. “I was just trying to protect you.”

He let out a small sigh and put the ring back on his hand. He gently grabbed your hands in his. “Let me help you. I’m sure Harry-”

“I don’t think Harry can help me. I don’t think anyone can help me now.” You replied.

“He can try. I’m sure Dumbledore can keep you safe from your family.” Shawn said.

“I’m scared.”

“I know, but we’re going to be okay. I told you I’d protect you, and you’ve been protecting me this whole time, so let me protect you now.” He pulled you into his safe embrace, reassuring you that somehow, some way, the two of you would make it through this war.

[cherryeol04]

It’s a Phantom!

Pairing: Changbin x Aiden x Felix

Genre: humor, romance, gaming, horror?cause it’s a horror game they’re playing.

Word Count: 1.7k

Author’s notes: please don’t mind any mistakes that you find. I didn’t bother to edit or beta read. We die like the phasmophobia characters!

The light of the flashlight barely illuminated anything in front of him and suddenly Aiden really wished that he had listened to Jisung when he said to buy the strong flashlight. But in his defense, how was he supposed to know the high school was going be so fucking dark?! Unlike his other friends, this was his first time playing Phasmophobia. As the fresh meat that he was, Jisung and Felix had a great time terrorizing the shit out of him on the first two runs  - granted Aiden fed right into their antics despite Changbin telling him not to.  He had to give them credit though, for the first two introductory rounds, they let Aiden be server room leader and pick two amateur runs to go through - the Grafton Farmhouse and Tanglewood Street house and luckily for them, the two ghosts they encountered were the Shade and the Poltergeist. Not as dangerous as the other ghosts in the game, but certainly just as scary to hunt. Still, they had countless times tried to get him killed by telling him to do things that he shouldn't do - like  call out the ghost's name repeatedly , or when the ghost was hunting, to run straight at it with a crucifix because that was definitely going to get it to go away. Definitely. So at the mention of a strong flashlight that would give off better lighting, he wasn't ready to believe them at all.

He regretted it now.

"I hate this."

"I told you to buy a strong flashlight." Jisung's smug remark wasn't needed and it only served to make Aiden slightly more grouchy  than he was currently.  "If you would have just listened-"

"In his defense,  you guys have been complete dicks to him since the start." Changbin spoke, so close to Aiden that he jerked his character forward as he jumped in his chair at the sudden noise.

"Holy fuck! Binnie you scared the shit out of me!" he whined, closing his eyes as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. They had only just begun the round and he was already on edge. He was sure it had everything to do with the fact that once he entered the house, the noises changed from a calm, quiet night with crickets chirping to an almost dead silence filled with white noise. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry babe." Changbin chuckled and Aiden was pretty sure the other wasn't sorry at all. Humming,  Aiden gathered what little courage he had continued on. He could vaguely hear Jisung shouting down the hall on the right side and Felix was absolutely silent which Aiden could only assume meant that he was farther away than Jisung. With the school being so big, they had agreed to split up into groups so they could cover as much ground in the five minute grace period that they had on the amateur level. Felix and Jisung went right and he and Changbin were going left.

"Found the stairs. I'm going up."  The crackle of the walkie talkie was so jarring that Aiden jumped in his chair once more, letting out a shout of fear. He quickly looked behind him, eyes locked on his bedroom door. When it didn't open, he figured he hadn't disturbed his parents, thankfully, and turned back to his computer screen.

"I really hate this game." he whined out.

"Oh stop, it's not even that scary." Aiden had to remind himself that Jisung was one of his closet friends and that he really did love him. "We're just wandering in a big, dark, abandoned high school, hunting for some spooks."

"Okay, and how is that not scary?"

"Because we have that five minute-" The walkie talkie started crackling as Aiden's flashlight began flashing.

"Oh no, no no no no." Aiden was in near tears as he spun in a circle a few times, bumping into walls before finally finding a closed classroom door.  As he was  going to open the door, he could hear the heavy thud of footsteps coming his way, spiking the fear coursing through him. Aiden struggled, fingers fumbling over the keys to try and get the stupid door open and of course it had to be a pull and not a push.

"Open you stupid fucking door!" Aiden whispered shouted, mostly so his parents couldn't hear him screaming in terror like a little girl, but that was all for naught as his character's heartbeat picked up it's pace. With a hard yank of his mouse, Aiden managed to get the door open just as  what he could only describe as "the grudge" groan filled his ears and decaying hands appeared across his screen. He screamed, tumbling out of his chair and yanking his headphones right off his head.

"Aiden?" his father shouted from downstairs and embarrassment washed over him.

"I'm fine dad!" Groaning, Aiden climbed back to his feet and sat down in his chair. He grabbed his headphones and placed them back on, only to be greeted with the sounds of hysterical laughter.

"He fucking died dude! I can't believe it! That's ghosts 3, Aiden 0!" Jisung sounded way to happy about his death, and Aiden huffed in annoyance. It's not his fault he kept dying all the time. He wasn't a pro player like the other three. This was only his third round and he was still learning how play and what all the little noises and events mean. Besides, it was extremely hard to hide when fear was crippling his fingers and making him unable to open a simple door.

"Calm down Jisung and cut him some slack. He's never played this game before." Changbin spoke, his character appearing on the screen, looming over Aiden's body. "Aw Felix, our baby. Died at the hands of Barbra." Aiden couldn't help by frown at that. It sounded like Changbin was mocking him in a way, and he didn't like that. Changbin had been his only ally against his other boyfriend and Jisung.  And if Aiden didn't think that Changbin wasn't mocking him before, he certainly did when other started crouching over his body and basically T-bagging him. "At least we know what the room is now."  Changbin moved away from his body and made his way back to the room the ghost had crawled out of, Aiden following behind him within he ghost realm.

"We got freezing temps and EMF 5."

Taking out his journal, Aiden added the two pieces of evidence and scrolled through the selection of ghosts they could possibly have.

"Phantom or Banshee." Felix's voice came over the radio and Aiden could only nod in agreement. He really hated the fact that he could no longer communicate with the other three now that he was dead. It really did surprise him that it was only a phantom or banshee. With how quickly he died, he was sure it was a demon or maybe a yurei. In hindsight, it was pretty stupid to die early, but he had been stupid when trying to hide.

"Who has the camera?" Changbin asked as he walked in a circle a few times in the classroom before walking back out.

"I do. What room is it?" Jisung asked.

"First floor, left side, last room by the exit."

"Oh he found the exit ghost. And still couldn't escape." Jisung teased as Aiden frowned. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it to bring up his messages with Jisung and sent him emoji of the face with steam coming out of it's nose. It was only a few seconds later when Jisung's laughter rang out through the walkie talkie. "He sent me the fuming emoji! I love you too Aiden! Stop sucking at the game."

"Can we just get in and get out so we can get Aiden back please?" Changbin huffed. There were giggles of agreement, but Aiden really didn't care. He was happy that Changbin was standing up for him, in a sense. He could hug and kiss him if the other was there.

Sadly, he was not. The rest of the round went by pretty quickly, and Aiden zoned out for most of it unless the ghost was hunting. Then he was walking up and down the halls, following it as it chased the others into hiding. The last evidence they obtained was ghost orbs and it turned out he was killed by a phantom.  Stupid phantom Barbra.  Loading back in the lobby, Aiden was quick to press 'V' so he could go on his tirade.

"You know, I don't very much appreciate you laughing at me, Sungie." he growled out.

"Aw, I'm sorry chicken nugget, but it was funny. You died so quickly." Jisung snickered as he walked over and crouched up and down a few times in front of him.

"I hate you.  We're over." Aiden huffed and turned away, tilting his character to look up.

"No!!! Aiden, don't leave me. I thought what we had was special!"

Aiden couldn't help but giggle at that, shaking his head both in the game and in real life. Jisung really was a silly person and probably one of his favorite friends.

"So Felix, since when has our boyfriend been dating Jisung?" Changbin asked and Aiden could hear the half pout-half smirk in his voice. He was pretty sure Changbin was amused by their little bit, but at the same time either confused or upset? He wasn't sure which it was.

"Boyfriend? What boyfriend. I'm only dating you."

Aiden was quick to turn his character, gasping out into his microphone. "What?! No Lixie! Don't be like that, you know I love you!" It was disgustingly cute with how high Aiden made his voice during that statement, followed up by kissing noises. "I'm sorry."

"That's so gross. I'm gonna puke." Jisung muttered as he walked away from group. If Aiden could, he probably would have flicked the other off in game, but as it was, he couldn't. He would make a note to flick Jisung off the next time he saw him though, as an IOU.

"I think I just uwued all over the place." Felix laughed, his character moving closer to Aiden's and loud kissing noises nearly blew out Aiden's ears.

"Oh my god, Felix! My ears!" It was a simultaneous shout from the three other people, and all they received in return was Felix's airy laughter that warmed Aiden's heart. "Alright, let's ready up for the next mission. We're going to the asylum baby!" Aiden could only groan in annoyance, because of course that's where they would be going. Despite loving Felix, sometimes he really hated him.

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[jj-lynn21]

A Cozy Cove Masquerade

Warnings: fluff, smut (Daddy kink, masturbation male & female, some what comical sex scene.)

Inspired by Ballroom Scene in Labyrinth

Previous in Cozy Cove: Saved by an Angel ,   A side of tits with your pancakes,   Fires Burn Hot , Spending the Nights, Learning and Loving,   The end id not always the end,  Axel Grease ,  Big Decisions, Sex and Jet Skis, Late night fun , Old Wounds , Storms pass Dangerous Waters, Nursing the patient , Making it Work, Never Have I Ever    The Masquerade .The Proposal,

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Moodboard by @flowers-in-your-hayr

Susie walks in to the Cluney Ballroom in her pink princess dress with matching feathered mask unsure of the scene before her. It seems that the whole town is dancing around the room. Most in more monstrous looking masks with horns and exaggerated noses. It is like a bad dream in some ways.

She spins. Then goes in search of Axel. When she sees him in his dark black suite, she is instantly mesmerized. Then dancers swooped between them. When they veer away Axel is gone. She frets at the people surrounding her. Her heart races as they seem to laugh at her fears as she tries to get away from being engulfed.  

Axel moves around the room trying to get to her also. He just misses her at a few turns. Both get frustrated. The amount of people seems to double keeping the couple separated. Axel watches her from as close as he can get to her. He smiles at how beautiful she looks. His Susie Q is the Princess of this this Ball surrounded by heathens. 

She finally turns to see him within reach. His eyes say it all with no other expression on his face. He missed her more than he could bare to ever tell her. He took her tiny hand in his. His other hand on her waist. Her other hand on his shoulder. They held each in a gaze of love.  

The others seemed to dance off forming a wide circle as they watched the young couple with adulation. Axel glided her around the circle with ease. He was more graceful than she ever thought he could be. When the music changed, he swished her off the floor to the bar.  

“I didn’t know you were coming, Susie.” He brushed her hair back smiling. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you.” Susie beamed.  

“I missed you.” They said in unison and laughed.

It is surprising to Axel that Susie was there. He was not even sure he would be showing up until the afternoon of the party even though his Father demanded his presence two weeks before. His Father stopped by the garage. They went into Axel’s office to talk.

“Axel, just grow up and wear the suit I send you.” Dr. Cluney screamed at his son. “We have been having this fight since you were eighteen and I expect you to make at least an appearance. It is not going to kill you to dress up for one night.”

“It could.” Axel smirked. “I could be allergic to the material and end up in the emergency room. Then you would feel like shit.”

His Father shook his head. “I know all your allergies boy. I think this year will be surprising good. Just stay the first half hour.”

“We’ll see.” Axel huffed. “I have to get back to work.”

“Yeah.” Dr. Cluney opened the door walking out. Axel was on his heels. “think about what I’ve said today.”

When Axel was home after work, he sat down with a beer in hand and his laptop ready to video chat Susie. She always made him feel better when something was on his mind. She was especially understanding when that something involved his Father. And he would always listen to what she was doing at college. He was proud she went back to finish her education.

Axel pulled his work shirt off before calling. “Hey, babygirl.” His eyes smiled at her even if his mouth was stagnant. “How you doin’?”

“I am doing good.” She smiled. Her hair in a messy bun. Eyes a little blood shot from reading off a computer screen for too many hours. His t-shirt hanging off one of her shoulders since it was so big on her. “Trying to get a little ahead of my studies. Maybe a coffee run before I hit a wall.” She giggled.

Her laugh lit him right up. “Don’t get too drunk tired. Make sure you sleep at least three hours. You know eight is better for you.”

“I’ve been averaging six hours a night.” She admitted. “How are you? You look a bit thinner, Axel. I hope you are eating.”

“I’m eating good enough.” He runs his hand threw his hair. “Work has been busy this week. My Father is bitching at me to go to the yearly family Masquerade Ball. I told you about it, I think. It’s not really my thing. I will run off to visit you, so I don’t have to go.”

“I think you were the one that told me not to run from my responsibilities?” Susie reminded him.  

“Yeah, I guess I did tell you that.”  He sighed. “You sure you don’t need an evening distraction?”

“You can be perfectly distracting from right there.” She grinned. “Take your pants off. Remind me what I am missing.”

“Babygirl, the things you're missing can’t be just seen with your eye.” He stood looking right into the laptop camera. “You know you want to feel it.” He started unbuttoning and zipping down his naturally distressed jeans.  

She bites her lip as she watched him. “Yes, Axel show me what I am missing. I need to see it to really appreciate my loss.’

“I know what you want to see, dirty girl.” He palmed his cock over his boxer briefs. “How about you show Daddy those perky tits first.” A grin swam on to his face.

Susie giggled. “This is so bad.”

“You started it.” The grin still plastered. “Besides, you know this is being a very good girl for Daddy.”

She uncrossed her legs, putting the laptop between them. “Yes, Daddy.” She pulled off the t-shirt revealing nothing under it. “I am prepared to be a very good girl for you.”

“Fuck me.” he murmured not expected the view he was getting so soon. The way she was licking her lips slowly as her dominant hand ran between her breasts down to rest on her inner thigh was making his brain loose coherent thought as blood rushed to his concealed weapon.  

When he unbared, Susie’s eye widened with excitement as wetness gathered between her legs. Her thighs pulled together.

“Daddy won’t have none of that babygirl.” Axel ordered softly. “Open up  so I can see that pretty pussy.”

Susie did as she was told.  

Axel groaned as he man handled his shaft. “Go on babygirl.” He was breathing heavily. “Run your hand over that nice wet warm place.���

She lightly ran her hand over her mound. “I miss you touching me so much, Daddy.”  

“Daddy wants his face just buried right in there to taste it.” Axel panted, his thumb rubbing over his head feeling the precum emerging. “Run those fingers over your clit. I want to suck it so bad.”

She circles her clit slowly letting out soft moans. “Oh, Daddy.”

Axel bites his lip. “Fuck so beautiful. Work it babygirl. I want you...” he groans. “To fucking come when I say so.”  

Susie whines. “I’ll try Daddy. Just...”

“You got it, right there.” He tries desperately to hold off to give her more time. He knows from experience how long she needs to work herself up. “fuck.” He groans.  

She leans back on the bed ready, right on the edge of satisfaction.  

Axel grits his teeth. “Oh, fuck now babygirl. Fuck, yesssssss.” his ejaculation just misses his laptop as he twitches coming down from the high. His head back against the couch as he floats in bliss.

Susie Sighs heavily as she comes down. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Cheeks flushed. She laid there a moment before sitting up. “I love you.”

Axel looks at her. Eyes still a little off balance. “I love you my Susie Q. Thank you. I guess we should get some rest.”

“Yeah.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll see you soon...enough when I’m done with school.”

Axel didn’t notice her little word fumble. “Yeah, not soon enough for me sweet girl. Good night.”

“Good night, Axel.” She blew him a kiss before they both disconnected at the same time.

She hoped he didn’t notice she said soon. Axel’s Father had called her about the Masquerade. That is why she was trying to get ahead of her studying. She didn’t want to be thinking about school when she reunited with her lover for the first time in seven months.  

Susie felt like Cinderella when she came back from class one day to find a dress box at the dorm check in area. She carried it straight to her room with a huge smile on her face. The dress was pink with a lot of sparkle to it. There were glass high heels and a mask that matched the dress perfectly. It fit perfectly when she tried it on.  

She really had to hold back her excitement when she talked to Axel. It was easier when he intended to get her excited over something else completely. And she needed that to calm her hormones down just a little bit. Susie really hoped Axel decided to go to the Masquerade.  

When she finally saw him there it was like magic. He looked so handsome in his suite it nearly took her breath away. She was pleasantly surprised he knew how to ballroom dance better than most people there. When the floor cleared for them and they were looking into each other's eyes, it was like her own personal heaven.

“I’m glad your Father talked you into being here tonight, Axel.” Her smile matched his.

“If I would have known you were going to be here, I wouldn’t have given him such a tough time.” Axel kept playing with her hair as he talked in an airy husky voice. “I really want to kiss you right now. Then I want to fuck you up against the closest wall.”

“How long do you have to stay.” Her eyes fluttered thinking about what he wanted was exactly what she wanted.  

“My Father suggested that I at least stay a half hour.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Part of him thought it could be a dream. “That was just to give you time to get here. We made a good showing by dancing. We can sneak out.”

“I should really thank your Father first.” She looked around the room trying to figure out who the Doctor could be in the sea of masks. “You should to. Where is he?”

Axel scanned the crowd. “See the guy with the long hair spiky wig over there?” Axel chuckled. “My Father thinks he can pull off David Bowie and be just as cool. I think not but we can keep that between us.”

Susie giggled. “We can do that.”  

They made their way over towards Axel’s Father. When he saw them, he paused his conversation. “Their they are. My Son and his girlfriend Susie Quinnby. Don’t they just look like the Prince and Princess of Cozy Cove?”

The people Dr. Cluney was talking to all agreed. They fawned over the couple making Susie blush. Axel thanked them. He was trying hard not to roll his eyes at these kissed ups. They eventually dissipated so that Susie and Axel could talk to his Father.  

“I wanted to thank you for inviting me Dr. Cluney and for the beautiful dress.” She did a little spin. “It's all so perfect.”

“I'm glad you made it dear.” He smiled. “I’m glad I got this one to show up to greet you as you needed to be, without telling him you were coming.”

“Thanks Dad.” Axel Kisses Susie’s hand. “I’m glad I showed up. She kept this secret. I think we’re going to take off if that’s cool?”

“Go on.” He shooshed them with a hand. “He has been sulking without you here Susie. He won’t  be sulking for a while after spending some time with his girl. Now go on.”

They rushed off out the door as quickly as they could. A car was waiting to take them to Axel’s place. The chauffeur opened the door tipping his hat to the couple. Susie was giggling as she got inside.

“Put the privacy window up, Franklin.” Axel slipped him a tip before joining Susie.  

“As you wish, Sir.” The driver did as Axel requested as soon as he got in the driver’s seat.  

All Axel had to do was tap his thigh for Susie to be straddling him in seconds. His hands on her face pulling her lips to his. Her hands in his hair as she was kissing him back hard, grinding on his lap. He groaned, his pants tightening from the huge growth underneath.

Axel’s hand slid down under her dress grabbing her bare ass cheeks. “Thong?”

“Yeah.” her lips moved to his neck driving him wild.

“Pretty pink ones to match the dress?” He breathed.

“Yes, Daddy.” She nibbled on his ear.

“I’m going to rip them off you when we get inside.” He grabbed the back of her hair pulling her head back for his tongue to dive into her cleavage.  

The car stopped. Susie got off him just before Franklin opened the door for the couple to get out. The chauffeur said nothing but, “Have a good evening,” when they emerged with Axel’s face smeared with her shimmery pink lip stick.

They walked to Axel’s door hand in hand. Axel pulled his keys from his pocket to unlock the door. They went inside and he tossed the keys in a bowl.

“Oh, so you weren’t just happy to see me?” She giggled.

Axel chuckled. “You were not feeling my keys, Babe. I assure you of that.”  

He tossed his mask aside. She tossed hers. They were pulled back together as if magnets. Susie pushed his jacket off. He unzipped her dress. She went to pull his tie to undo it and it came off with a snap.

“Clip on?” She giggled.  

“Yeah.” He chuckled.

Axel was fumbling trying to find the fasteners on her bra as she was unbuttoning his shirt.  

“Front clasp.” She told him as she pulled his shit open. She started dropping kisses down his chest.

He stroked her hair. “I’ll tell you what. You have the count of three to run into the bedroom and have your bra and panties off before I get there or they both get torn off with my teeth.” He grinned.

She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I thought you wanted to rip off my panties?”

He snarled.

“One...” Axel started counting as he took off his pants.  

Susie shot off towards the bedroom laughing.

“Two...” Axel continued while his boxers fell to the floor. “I hope you’re ready for me. Three.”

He ran in to find her on her knees in the bed. Her bra in hand. She flung it at him. “OOPS,” She grinned.. “I didn’t have time to get my thong off. I guess I’m in in trouble.”

Axel smirked. “You know what’s coming to you, babygirl?” He licked his lips. “You think you can handle it?”

Susie laid back and reached for him. “You come here to take all you want, Daddy.”

Axel pounced on the bed. He crawls over her like an animal. She watched him closely until his face ducked down. Susie felt his teeth scrape along her hip. It gave her chills; He bit the elastic there growling as he twisted madly pulling at it like a rabid dog. She wanted to laugh but he was too cute trying to be all rough and being more ruff.  

Once he finally ripped them off, he was already sweating. He went for a condom in the nearby draw before he moved up to kiss her the way she was waiting for. His kiss was deep, loving, and full of all the passion he had built up in her absence. As he did that, he buried his cock inside her progressively moving quicker. She moaned biting his bottom lip at the moment of penetration. They were still perfectly in tune with each other's needs after not being together for months. Her hips caught up with his rhythm.  

As he felt her walls clench around him, Axel did his best to hold out for her release. He didn’t quite make it, but she finished at the pure force of his release. They laid back a moment before he tossed the condom and pulled her into his arms.  

“How long do I get to keep you?” Axel kissed her forehead gently.  

“I have to be on a plane back to the University at 8a.m.” Susie frowned. “But I only have a few more months until winter break. We will have three months before my internship at NASA for six months. Then I graduate and I am yours if you will still have me?”

“I will always want to have you my Susie Q.” Axel smiled even though it made his heart ache that she would be away so much. “I think when you are working for NASA, I will have to come visit for a weekend to take you to Disney World.”

“I would love that Axel.” She smiled as her eyes fluttered shut.  

Axel held her close until he drifted off to sleep. His hand fell to the bed. Susie was still snuggled against him happily.