#oh god but some dogs do not have little paws. when we were in for the IV today morning one of the other patients was mr garreth
god i’m so glad i took pics of her on my film camera. this is stupid because i have tons of them on my phone but. yea
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Yandere Catnap x female Smiling Critter cat reader
Request from Wattpad-! Here you go Buttmens(💀)☆
Being locked up in these cells is insufferable.
Catnap and I can’t do anything.
We both operate on sleeping. So we both have the red gas. We both used it, it was built into our system. Yet we end up into these cells for it. Apparently, it causes violent nightmares. From Catnap’s gas. Neither the workers nor I know if my gas causes nightmares.
They still put me in containment. Plus, I was similar to Catnap, not approaching the kids. So they were all wary about me and that gas product.
Even when Catnap and I are locked up, we still communicate. Not verbally. Telepathically, you could say. We intertwine our tails to communicate. Our tails are very long so it’s not hard.
Catnap’s planning to kill the people in this place. To work with Experiment 1006, seeing him as a god, and he’ll save us. Considering Catnap is just a kid(Hmm… I wonder why I bolded, underlined, and italicized the word kid… Hmm…)
You’d think he’d be joking because he’s a kid. But, considering who Catnap is, he’s not. At random times of the day he’d whisper, “THE PROTOTYPE WILL SAVE US.” Or something like that.
I’m not sure if I’ll follow Prototype—
“Hey guys…”
The sound of your bright friend’s voice interrupted both of your thoughts.
“Uhm. A kid drew both of you, they were wondering if you were going to come back…” He gave you two the kid’s drawings, it was sloppy, but you appreciated it.
“Do you… Know, when you two are coming back…?” You said no, while Catnap didn’t answer.
“Oh…”
You reach your paw out the cell, and put your finger on Dogday’s head. You then move it to his ears, petting him.
“We’ll come back, Dogday. Eventually.”
Moving to the underside of his chin, you give him scratches.
“Mm.. Okay!” His tail was wagging pretty fast, as he is a dog.
Then you gave him a small poke on his nose, “Now you go on and make the kids happy, okay?” You said.
“Mhm! Bye you two!” He waved his paw, signaling his goodbyes.
Normally, from you doing that to someone. Catnap would get pretty jealous. But it’s Dogday. So it’s okay. Catnap trusts Dogday, he knows he wouldn’t do that. Not to Catnap.
Though you could still see the jealousy on his face. He gave you that spooooky scare, silently communicating on why you did it.
“It was because I knew he needed some comfort Catnap. We’ll stay together until the end.” (Not in the romantic adult way, like the way when kids got little crushes on each other or somethin. The type you’d see in little kids shows, it’s rare, but it’s there. I will NOT make the reader feel that way about Catnap).
Then he stopped looking so jealous.
Now it’s the day. The day Catnap will act out, he’s already out of his cell, because he snuck the worker’s keys. Then he let you out.
“Do you… Want to kill with me…?” He asked.
You weren’t too sure. Not the critters, not the toys. Not any of the toys. Just the bad adults and stuff.
“Only the bad adults..” You answered, you weren’t sure if he’d accept the answer, but thankfully he did. He then left.
You were alone now.
‘I should alert the critters.’ You thought.
They were all in a room, then you rushed into it.
“YOU ALL NEED TO RUN. GET THE KIDS TO A SAFE PLACE. SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN ANY SECOND—”
Screams. Men and women, kids. They were all yelling and screaming. Out of fear, not of joy. The critters were confused? What were you talking about? Why did they hear someone scream? And why wasn’t it from joy?
“GET THE KIDS. NOW.” They were all asking questions, but followed along. Well, Dogday mainly did, as the leader he multitasked. Getting the critters and kids safe. Though it wasn’t very successful.
You had to run. Run over to kill the ‘bad adults’. Like you said you would.
A few minutes later, you were managing to get the kids to a safe place while looking for your targets. You found it. The man who tortured and teased you and Catnap.
You can’t go back on this now.
You scruffed him with your paw and hesitantly ate him. Your pupils dilated. The taste was wonderful. You didn’t care about the kids anymore, you killed them. Threw them roughly to a wall, stomped on them, y’know, to put them out of their misery before you ate them?
You still had somewhat of a heart. Even killing all of these innocent children.
Ugh. That sounds gross, the adrenaline wore off for a second, and you could see the murder you caused.
All the blood, dead bodies. That was because of you! Catnap's so proud of you for doing such a good job!
He's quite surprised that you even got the courage to kill people. You were on the nicer side, trying to not have Catnap escalate things in his cold head(Even at his young age).
So to see you murdering people?! It was very entertaining.
You were looking at the bodies. Just staring. Then you saw Catnap. He walked up to you.
“Good… Job.” He praised.
Your pupils dilated from that. He rubbed his head against yours, cuddling with you slightly.
You could hear his purrs!
You cuddled back, purring. Just you two being cats. Extracting all of the— blood. That's spread around the place.
You're just a cat ^_^.
After the hour of joy, Catnap and you were just searching over the place, making sure there were no survivors. Though, Catnap sped away, possibly looking for someone.
You hoped Dogday was safe.
10 years later, you now ‘worshiped’ Catnap.
The way you thought about Catnap is the way Catnap thought about the Prototype.
Sadly, Dogday didn't believe in the Prototype. So he's… Chained up. You comfort him at times, Catnap doesn't really let you be around him. But you know he won't do anything, as long as he's watching.
Other than that you two were the cuddliest kittens ever!!!
Such a cute cat duo!!
You two would be a star if you didn't murder people.
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"he is a feral and spiteful creature− I want this little demon out of my house right now!" satoru fumed, pointing accusedly at your cat sitting on his spot of the sofa.
"satoru, he's just a kitty cat! I'm sure he didn't mean to bite you!" you facepalmed, patting your cat on the head as he purred.
your boyfriend grumbled angrily before sitting back down, resuming the movie. after a few moments, his hand wandered to wrap around your midriff to bring you closer but suddenly a sharp sting shot through his hand. "ow−! what the hell?" claws. your little demon had scratched his hand, there was no blood though, fortunately. satoru grit his teeth, cradling his hand as you scold your cat lightly, "bad boy! what did I tell you about scratching people?" your cat only mewled, pawing at your chest as if to defend himself. sighing, you turned to your lover, kissing him on the cheek, "sorry 'bout that, love. he's...just a little aggressive."
"a little?"
"okay, maybe a biit more than a little but− he's normally very friendly with people! I have no idea why he's so hostile towards you..."
"guess the cat can't stand greatness, eh? yeah, lil' buddy's jealous?" satoru smirked at the grumpy feline, who was giving him the "as if" look.
"I don't think anyone can stand your greatness, 'toru," you rolled your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder as he pulls you close, the cat crawling up to your lap, his rightful seat.
"even you?" he hummed, long fingers drumming on your shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent. god, you smelled so fucking good he could just− "oh, we ran out of popcorn!" you pouted, getting up from the comfort of your boyfriend's arms, your cat staring curiously as you pause the movie, "I'll go make some real quick, baby. try not to get bitten~" you laughed, walking over to the kitchen.
satoru scoffed, squinting his eyes at the little devil beside him, "better not try shit, buddy." the little devil in question only yawned, bored and sleepy. "tired, eh? good, good− fall asleep like a good boy so I don't gotta deal with your annoying ass.." he whispered at the feline, who only blinked, tilting it's head in curiosity. "okay, fine.. maybe you're a little cute− but that does not change my mind about you being a literal hell spawn," he groaned, looking away for a second − before grumbling and reluctantly picking the kitty up, gently placing him on his thigh.
"hey, why aren't you biting or scratching my face off right now?" satoru raised a brow, staring at the cat like he was going to answer him somehow. the feline only licked his paws, nuzzling his face into your boyfriend's lap− even your hell spawn of a cat couldn't deny that his lap was comfortable as hell. "what the hell? does this thing have a bipolar disorder−!"
"oh."
everything suddenly clicked, he only scratched satoru when you were around. as much as he hated to admit it, you were the problem.
you came back shortly after with the popcorn, shocked upon seeing your cat comfortably napping on your lover's lap, "did I... miss something?"
"nothing, baby. just sit on the other couch, not this one."
"aaaand why is that...?"
satoru gave a pointed look to the little guy sleeping on his lap, "this dude turns into a rabid dog when you're close."
"it's a cat, satoru. you can't call it a rabid dog−"
"eh, same thing."
great, now you wanted to scratch his face off.
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BINGOO! Can you please write a Miguel O’Hara sugar daddy story with prompt 15? I’m not creative enough to write a description for this but could you add a mention of the age gap? Miguel is Like 30 or something. Reader is young and wants money ofc. They met online and are meeting up irl. Thank youu
—𓆩[mi menté, cuerpo, corazón, y alma]𓆪—
I am so sorry anón honey, I got completely carried away!! I hope you enjoy it though!
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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Modern AU! CEO! Sugar Daddy! Soft! Miguel O'Hara x Sugar Baby! Fem! Reader
𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, angst
𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.1K
𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You loved being a sugar baby. Truly, you did. The only con was the fact that you had to get with someone who was literally a hair away from dying, so when Miguel found you, it was truly a saving grace. After a while, he made you cut off all of your other sugar daddies, easily matching what they give you and more. Things have gotten weird lately, though… and you’re not sure how to take it, even when he says everything is ‘strictly pleasure’.
𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - cursing and foul language || obsessive behavior || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship || possessive! Miguel || his wife and daughter do not exist anymore 🤍 like at all || Latina coded reader || featuring Jessica Drew as another CEO because we love her (spider-verse variant) || sugar daddy & sugar baby relationship turned real relationship || i speak rancho spanish so i write rancho spanish, it ain’t google translate so it might not make sense- || miguel is lowkey an asshole so he is an asshole now || fighting || you make him fix himself || i’m ngl, i don’t know what the hell i did but i had fun and there’s smut so enjoy || this is so much more kinky than it initially was going to be- || kinda OOC Miguel || sub turned dom! reader || sub! Miguel || sounding || cbt || slight oral || praise & degradation || riding || non-protected sex || cumming inside || ending is supposed to be humorous I’m not weird ||
Finding a sugar daddy that wasn’t quadruple your age was hard. Very, very hard. What was wrong with men? Couldn’t they just become billionaires at twenty-five?
Bastards.
Oh, but then Miguel O’Hara came along. A man in his early thirties that absolutely towered over you at 6’9”, built like a fucking god with looks to match and wealth to pair.
In the beginning, though, you had your doubts, so many doubts. You didn’t know what made him drawn to you in the first place, mainly because you had over five sugar daddies and he easily matched the prices immediately and made you get rid of them. He easily matched all your prices, doing even more before purchasing a test to make sure you were ‘healthy’.
After that, everything else happened extremely quickly - him buying you a car, jewelry and clothes, but the most recent was having you move in with him in his extremely large mansion. The first thing you noticed was that he had nothing in his home that gave it personality. No pictures, just crazy expensive art and photographs of things that were also crazy expensive.
He didn’t even have plants. Or a dog. Or a cat, something to give him some sort of personality besides that stupidly hot face. And stupidly hot money, but that’s why he was at work while you were at a shelter, promising yourself that you’d take some sort of pet home. You had settled on a kitten, a tuxedo kitten with a little bow tie and a mustache, along with small little mittens on his paws.
He immediately curled in your lap, a giggle falling from your lips as you stroked the back of his head. “I’ll take this one… I’m gonna name him Hart.”
And with that, you took him home. You bought him his own bed and all of the toys he could ever want or need, and you sat in the closet you had made his room as you wagged the cat toy in front of him, Jessica on the phone.
“Y/N, I really think you’re going to kill him bringing that cat into his house!” She laughed, snacking on her latest craving.
“Oh, he won’t! You’re being overdramatic, he’s gonna love Hart,” you wiggle the stick some more, the kitten swatting at it as you heard Miguel’s loud voice yell out for you. “Oh! He’s here, I’ll call you later Jess! Love you!”
“Don’t get killed!”
You giggled as you hung up and quickly stood, running out and fixing your skirt. “Miguel!”
He was tired today, you could tell. His body was more tense than you had ever seen, the buttons at the top of his shirt undone and his tie loose with his blazer open. You paused, his clenched fists making you swallow slightly. You had your share of violent lovers, and you sure as hell weren’t going to have another.
“Hola, mi reina,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he set down his briefcase and his fists unclenched. He softly set his hand on your hip, kissing softly against your temple as he sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day.”
You inhaled as he softly pressed kisses down your temple around your eye, along the apple of your cheek. “Wh-What happened?”
He shook his head, his hands going from your hips to the pretty skin of your thighs that was exposed by the skirt. “Stupid idiots who don’t know how to fucking do their job.”
You hummed softly as you stroked the back of his head, twirling the locks of his hair with your fingers as you kissed his sharp jaw. You were already on your tiptoes, his hands supporting you as he ducked down. “I’m so sorry, Miguel,” you whispered as he let out a soft hum. “I uhm… I got something.”
“Ah si?” he responded, his hands slipping under your skirt to tease your pretty cunt. “Es esto, mi reina?”
“No,” you giggled, shaking your head. “Lemme show you.”
He smiled as you dragged him along, pulling him toward the closet you turned into the kitten’s room before turning around. “You can’t get mad.”
He started to cross his arms, raising a brow. “Why would I get mad?”
“You won’t be mad because you can’t. That’s my whole point,” you say, nodding firmly. “Okay?”
“You can’t say I can’t get mad and expect me not to get mad.”
“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, shaking your head as he hummed softly and leaned down. “Just… trust me.”
He hummed again as you opened the door, the loud mews of the kitten making his eyes widen. You felt your smile disappear as you inhaled, shaking your head as you turned around. “This is Hart! He’s a little spy,” you giggled, kissing the kitten’s small head. “H-He was named after-”
“I know who he’s named after, Y/N,” Miguel growled, glaring at the kitten in your hand. “Why is it in my house?”
“Our house,” you correct him, a scoff falling from his lips. “What?”
“My house,” he basically growled, stepping forward as you started to step back. “Just because I fuck you like a ragdoll and cum inside of you like a cumdump doesn’t mean that this is your house.”
You inhaled as you held the kitten closer to your chest, scoffing. “You’re a fucking bastard, Miguel O’Hara. This is strictly business as always, isn’t it? You fucking asshole.”
He scoffed as you went around him, shaking his head. “This is mine, Y/N! All of it!”
“It might be yours, Miguel, but you don’t want it! You keep this giant house full of nothing that you love, nothing that you care for! You don’t even have a damn plant here!” You yelled at him, inhaling as you sent him a glare. “You’re a self absorbed bastard, Miguel.”
“I have you here,” Miguel spoke, something that completely betrayed his previous words. “You’re… all I could ever need.”
“You don’t need me though. The only thing that you fucking need is a damn whore,” you shake your head, keeping Hart close to your chest. “I will get myself a lawyer to get myself out of this contract, and we’ll never have to see each other again.”
“Y/N, wait-”
“No! Fuck you!” You were already rushing to your room - which was sadly one you shared with Miguel - locking it before he could come in after you.
“Y/N, amor… mi amor, I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not!” You yelled, sighing. How could you ever think this would go any other way? “Just… go away!”
To be honest, you weren’t sure what made you think you could love him. Actually love him and have it reciprocated, but you didn’t want to leave. You had worked so hard in this relationship with Miguel, gaining his trust and what you thought was his love, for fucks sake you couldn’t lose it now. What he said just… got to you.
It wasn’t until you heard a soft knock that you unlocked the door, Miguel slowly stepping into the room. “What do you want?”
“I just… look at this,” he gave you the binder, swallowing. “If you uhm… look at it, it annuls our last contract… if you sign it, mi amor-”
“What, are you gonna try and bribe me?” I ask, softly scratching Hart’s ear before he gives you the binder.
“Perdóname, amor,” he whispers, slowly falling to his knees in front of you. You certainly weren’t expecting this. “Read it.”
“Summarize it for me.”
“It says that you own me,” he says, tilting his head. “Everything I own, you own. Everything I am is yours,” he takes your hand, softly kissing against your wrist. “I’m sorry… that it took me so long to see how important you are to me. Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, y alma.”
You swallow as you stare at the dotted line, looking down at him as he kisses your skin. “Tu cuerpo? Es mío?”
He groaned as your hand shapes his jaw, softly tugging on his hair as Hart jumped down, sauntering out of the room as though he knew what was about to happen. “Todo es tuyo, mi amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his hair so he’d stare up at you. “Todo lo que quieras, es tuyo. Nomás me digas y es tuyo. Todo, todo es tuyo.”
You hummed, sighing as you moved your hips to come off the bed slightly. “Show me. Show me that you belong to me and I’ll sign it.”
He hummed, sending you a smile as he started to kiss against your wrist. “Of course, mi reina.”
You smile slightly as he starts to tug off his shirt, carefully unbuttoning and kissing along your calf before slipping off your heels. “If this keeps going, Miguel, you need to know that I’m not putting up with your bullshit.”
“Ya se, mi reina,” he whispers, his tongue flattening up your thigh as he pulls down your skirt. “I’m aware.”
“I’m going to sign that shit in your cum.”
He laughed, nodding. “If that’s what you want to do, mi amor.”
You tilted your head down at him, raising a brow. “That raises no red flags?”
“No, they’re actually green.”
You hold back a laugh as he slowly stands up, already taking off his clothes before you put up a finger. “I’m in charge, right?”
“Yes,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “What would you like me to do, hm?”
“Get on the bed,” you say, standing and slipping off your clothes. “Why are you just standing there? Go.”
Miguel smirked slightly, but followed your orders, his bare body looking perfect against the bed. “Well, what do you want me to do next, mi amor?”
You hummed, staring for another few minutes. “Get hard. I’ll be back.”
You go into your closet, but after hearing Miguel’s moans, you knew he listened to what you said. It wasn’t until you went into your drawer filled with sex toys did you know what you wanted to do - oh, you were going to make him sob. You grabbed the small silver toy you had never had the chance to use on him, biting your lip as you finished taking off the rest of your clothes and fixing your bra and underwear.
It was normal to makeup with Miguel with sex, then talk about what happened and why it should never happen again before you fell asleep, resulting in Miguel waking you up with breakfast in bed and another lavish apology gift.
When you walked out, you smiled when you saw Miguel bucking his hips into his hand, his thick cock dribbling precum out of his bright red tip. “Look how pretty your cock is, baby… so, so pretty.”
He lets out a dry laugh, groaning. “Oh yeah? Que vas hacer?”
You giggled, slowly sliding between his legs and taking out the metal sounding rod. “Voy a jugar con lo que es mío.”
He lets out a choked moan as the cold tip of the rod dragged in a circle along the tip of his cock, already lubed up so you wouldn’t hurt him, a giggle escaping your lips as you slowly pushed it into his cock. He lets out a choked moan as you laugh, watching as it slowly disappears inside of his cock.
“Hijo de su pinche madre,” he cursed, groaning as he bucked his hips, stomach clenching as you watched his body slowly fall to your mercy. “Amor, please, please- I'll be good, I just need to fuck you.”
“Cállate,” you ordered, giggling as you pushed it inside until the ring was showing, your mouth latching onto his balls and sucking softly. “Come on, be a good boy and fuck it.”
He cursed as he starts to roll his hips, following the sounding rod as he groaned loudly. One of your hands rubs along his thighs, giggling as you stared up at his face all scrunched and desperate. He really did make a good sub.
“Come on, don’t stop now, Miguel, you’re doing so good,” you move away from his balls but continue to cup them, moving so that his fat cock was settled on his abdomen and you rubbed your now bare pussy against his shaft. “Come on baby, I know you want to cum. As soon as you cum, I’ll put your cock in me and I’ll let you fuck me.”
He groaned loudly, almost growl-like sounds falling from his lips as he forced his hips to go faster, fucking into the sounding rod as he rubbed against your wet cunt. You couldn’t hold back your own moans, the friction of his cock perfect against your cunt and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.
“Amor, please, please!” He was begging to cum, even if he didn’t quite know it yet, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to squeeze and rub his balls. He had never been this quick to cum, and you knew you’d have to try this again soon. “I’m close, chingao, I’m close.”
You let out a laugh as you watch the sounding rod start to be pushed out, pushing it back in as he whined. “Not yet, amor mío.”
“Por favor, mi vida, necesito- fuck!” He screamed out as you continued to hump against his length, pushing and pulling the rod in and out of his cock.
“Say it again. That you’re mine.”
“Fuck, I’m yours! Soy tuyo, mi mente, cuerpo, corazón, y alma, ¡chingada madre!” He yelled out as you finally let go of the sounding rod, watching it pop out of his cock and a perfect, pornographic cumshot follow. You moved your hand from his balls, lifting your hips as you continued to pump his shaft. You watched as the pearlescent liquid spurts onto his toned abdomen, smiling before cupping your hand in front of his tip and gathering his cum.
He panted, watching as you slowly smeared it along your cunt and placed the sounding rod onto the nightstand. “Next time we need to go bigger.”
“Whatever you say, amor,” he whispers, groaning as you pull his cock to push into your cunt, another loud groan falling from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“I know,” you spoke, laughing slightly as you gasped. No matter how many times his cock was inside of you, you never got used to it. “Fuck, Miguel, It’s like you get bigger every time.”
“Maybe I do,” he smirked, offering that playful wording as you finally sat on his pelvis, groaning loudly. “Look at how perfect you look with my cock inside of you, mi reina. Fucking perfect.”
You whimpered, groaning as you started to roll your hips, his cock feeling as though it was deeper than it ever was. “N-No, no.”
He smirked, tilting his head. “No what, amor? Tell me.”
“Stop that,” you order, knowing damn well if he kept talking like that you’d soon be on your back begging for him to fuck you. That’s now how it was going to happen, not today. “I’m in charge. Not you.”
“I never said you weren’t, amor-”
You leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly to his as he held your hips, helping you rock onto his cock. “Stop talking.”
He laughs as his other hand pulled you in for another firm kiss, your hands searching for the contract before his hips slam up into you. You pulled away, gasping as he lets out a loud groan, cursing. “Thought you needed some help, mi amor.”
Your hands claw against his shoulders as he keeps your chest pressed to his, using his strength to easily thrust up into you. For fucks sake, he couldn’t even let you have this, but you weren’t complaining as he grunted underneath you and you felt his cock rub against every place you ever wanted him to be. He repeatedly thrusted into you at that perfect rate to hit that spot inside of you that just made your body go limp, stomach twisting and turning.
One of the pros of having a man who knew your body like the back of his hand was that you could always count on him making you cum.
You gasped as his cock finally thrusted against that perfect spot that easily made you come undone, mind blurring as you basically see stars right as your nails dig into his skin. Your cunt clenched and squeezed his cock as a result of your orgasm, a hissed groan falling from his lips as he thrusted a few more times and finally came inside of you.
Your eyes rolled back, the added feeling of his cum spurting inside of you, filling you up as your inner thighs started to register slight heat from the power of his thrusts. You panted as you started to sit up, Miguel letting out a slight laugh before you grabbed the sounding rod and the contract.
“Q-Qué estás haciendo?”
You looked up at him, giggling as you dipped the rod into his cum. “I said I was going to sign it with your cum.”
“Mierda, Y/N, don’t do that!”
“What?! You think I was joking?! I said it was a red flag!”
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hi, may i please request a fic abt Chris adopting a little animal? any kind of animal is fine. thank you
✮ WELCOME HOME!
pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader
synopsis: in which chris and his girlfriend, y/n, decided to adopt a cat from a nearby pet
warnings: none aside from swearing! total fluff!
THIRD PERSON POV
chris and y/n had began to feel like their apartment was rather…empty. it was just the two of them for the most part, side from the revolving door of friends and family that were constantly in and out.
but when the sky was dusted with specks of dusk and nightfall, the stars starting peak through, and it was just the two of them cuddled up on the couch, it felt lonely. like something was missing.
so when y/n proposed the idea of getting a pet, chris was ecstatic. and so began the hunt for the perfect pet for the two of them. they wanted one that fit their personalities and dynamic, although they’d be completely content with a senior pet too, making a happy home for the animal to live the rest of its life in.
as the couple walked toward the shelters door, the two of them were sort of nervous but ultimately excited. y/n was cherishing the domesticity of it all. there was something about adopting a pet with the person you love that felt so incredibly warm and comfortable.
“i want an orange cat.” chris giggled, swinging his and y/n’s interlocked hands between their bodies.
“of course you do, i wouldn’t expect you to want any other type of cat or pet. well maybe i’d expect you to want something insane like a baby rhino or a full grown giraffe.” y/n laughed, watching as chris’ eye sparkled with mischief at the idea of having an unusual pet.
“a baby rhino as a pet would be sick as fuck. completely fucked up but sick as fuck as like a guard animal or whatever.” chris joked as they reached the front entrance.
“i would be terrified of it.” she giggled, walking through the door as chris held it open for her, they were happily greeted by an older dog that wandered around the front.
the two sat with him, petting him and kissing his head as chris talked about how much the older dog made him miss trevor who was back home with his parents.
the two walked through the aisles of the shelter, soon approaching the door that led to the kennel area. chris pulled it open, walking through and holding it open for y/n before lacing his fingers through hers.
“do you think a dog would be too high maintenance for us right now?” y/n hummed, her head resting against chris’ biceps as they stood and watched the dogs sit excitedly in their kennels.
“yeah i think so, i think if we were to get a dog, it’d have to be a more chill breed or an older dog that just needs love and attention y’know?”
“yeah.”
they continued their walk-through, interacting with as many of the dogs as they could before turning and following the walkway to the section where the cats were kept. as they meandered through, laughing as some of the cats asked for their attention while others looked at them, cocked their heads before going back to whatever they were doing.
y/n was about to turn back to the dogs, thinking they would get away with an older one, when an orange cat meowed and stuck its paw through the metal gate. crouching down she peered into the kennel, finding the six month old kitten excitedly clawing at the gate.
“chris come here.” y/n giggled, sticking her finger through one of the spaces and watching as the kitten nuzzled her finger.
“oh my god he’s so cute.” chris cooed, copying his girlfriend’s actions and petting the cat. the two played with the kitten through the gate until a worker stumbled across them.
“would you guys like to take him out of his kennel?”
“we were actually wondering if we could adopt him?”
“yeah, of course! i’ll just take him out of the kennel so you can hold him and we’ll bring him up to the front!” the lady smiled, handing the couple the kitten before grabbing his registration card out the holder underneath the kennel.
chris smiled as he watch his girlfriend cradle the kitten as if it were a human baby, laughing as she cooed and whispered at him, petting his head, watching as the kitten began loudly purring as she scratched beneath his chin.
“what do you wanna name him?” chris hummed against the side of her head as he slung his arm over her shoulders, the two of them following lazily behind the worker as she led them toward the front counter.
“torn between gizmo and charlie.”
“gizmo’s kind of cute and charlie is lowkey basic.” chris laughed making y/n roll her eyes as she set gizmo down on the front counter, while the worker grabbed the couple a bed? a set of dishes, a pink collar which made y/n laugh, and a few toys along with a bag of food.
after paying certain fees and for the few supplies that didn’t come free with the adoption, the couple walked out with the newest addition to their family. gizmo sat calmly in y/n’s lap as she looped the breakaway collar around his neck after adjusting it to the proper size. chris smiled as y/n happily fussed over the tiny baby sitting in her lap.
as the two brought their cat up to their apartment, y/n sighed and smiled as she spoke,
“welcome home giz!”
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Kalina, UMP45, AK12, and M16A1 walking in to find their S/O being buried by the strays the Commander keeps adopting, please!
Okay seriously, we are in the Arctic, where the HELL do these animals keep coming from?
Kalina walks into the rescue station in order to double check if her paperwork was correct.
Only to see her S/O completely overrun with many of the smaller animals, Kalina failing to contain her laughter.
(Kalina) "Hah, oh my god! Need some help there?"
(S/O) "W-Why do we have so many?!"
(Kalina) "It raises morale for the T-Dolls and other personnel around base. It's certainly raising mine watching you get mauled!"
(S/O) "Are you coming to help or not, Kalina?!"
(Kalina) "Aaaactually, better idea! Stay there, and I can do a headcount of everyone. Thanks for making my job easy!"
Kalina says with a cheeky wink, and checks her clipboard, pretending not to hear S/O as they're buried alive by many four legged furballs.
45 wasn't at the base very often due to the nature of her operations, so it surprised her when she learned about the rescue station.
She decided to investigate it out of curiousity before seeing S/O struggling to wrangle a herd of kittens and puppies who were making so much noise.
(S/O) "45! Thank god you're here!"
UMP45 chuckles, walking in and helping S/O by leaning down and petting the animals, many of them coming to her.
(UMP45) "See you got your hands full. How long has this been here?"
(S/O) "Uh, I think even before the Commander started working here. As to why this is here, I haven't got a clue."
45 shrugged and mindlessly started petting the small animals that walked up to her.
Her smile softened upon seeing S/O struggling to feed some of the kittens who were crawling on them.
(UMP45) "Heh. You're pretty good with animals."
(S/O) "You call this pretty good?!"
(UMP45) "...Hm, yeah you're right. You suck."
12 noticed her S/O was in the rescue station, judging by the radar. She decided to walk in to see what S/O was doing, before being greeted with S/O carrying multiple bags of food trying not to step on any of them.
(AK-12) "Would you like some help?~"
(S/O) "PLEASE."
AK-12 giggled at their panicked reaction, quickly stepping in and distributing the food evenly.
She noticed one of the kittens began nudging at her hand, which she gave it a pet in response.
(AK-12) "Are there any wolves here? I think I'd prefer to pet those instead."
(S/O) "Psh, please. Last thing we need in here are predators, and worst of all I think Kalina and the Commander would actually let them..."
(AK-12) "Is that such a bad thing?"
(S/O) "For me it is!"
(AK-12) "Well, not my problem.~"
(S/O) sigh
(M16A1) "Oh my god, they're adorable!"
(S/O) "M16, make sure you don't reek of booze before touching the animals."
M16 looked offended at that remark.
(M16A1) "Wha-Oh come on! I haven't even drank today yet! I just wanna pet the cute dogs!"
(S/O) "They have a keen sense of smell, you might scare them."
(M16A1) "That's a load of bull! I bet they'll love me! Besides, you don't mind getting close to me at night!"
(S/O) "T-That's different!"
(M16A1) "Hmph, my ass!"
She picked up one of the puppies pawing at her legs and was tempted to flip her S/O off.
(M16A1) "See, the little guy-"
(S/O) "Girl."
(M16A1) "-Girl, loves me!"
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Heyy! Love your work💜 Could you maybe write something fluffy, where tae is y/n’s comfort and she goes to him after a bad day🫶🏻
Hello there! AW, thank you for reading!
Fluffy taehyung is my weakness, I hope you enjoy anon :)
warnings- mentions of weed, swearing. Soft taehyung needs his own warnings tbh. also this takes place as if they were both like, 19-20 ish ....KIND OF FRIENDS TO LOVERS LOWKEY
wanna build a pillow fort? -KTH drabble
you werent sure how you had landed in this position in the first place, but here you were, sitting in the living room while your parents explained to you that...well...the college you had been praying to get into one day had declined you.
"are you sure?" you whispered, watching your dad show you the letter. You sighed, trying to hold back any signs of emotion. You had taken a gap year between graduating high school to now, just to grasp your bearings. You put all your energy into working and getting into school, but the universe had other plans.
"I know you wanted this so badly, y/n, im sorry" your mother sat down next to you. "What am I gonna do? I had no backup plan..." your face falls into your hands. "your so young, you have time. you can also sign up to take classes, you dont need to be a student" your mom adds.
"but I wanna be a student, thats the whole point."
"listen, I know this is stressful, but just go get some rest and maybe we can figure out a new plan tomorrow? ok?" your father stands up, looking at you sadly.
You shrugged, knowing that they were just trying to help, but there was no way out of this, you were fucking upset.
Once you had gotten into your room, slamming your door shut, you collapsed onto your bed and took 5 deep breathes, you didnt want to cry. You were a big girl now and crying over school was dumb. You just wanted to be with someone right now, and your best friend was 3 streets over, making things difficult.
You could invite him over, but your father wasnt too pleased to see him late at night the last time he was here. He had walked in and alerted your dog, making him bark until your parents came downstairs, freaked out. They also just dont like the idea of a boy being in your room, despite the fact you are 19, and have been friends with taehyung since you were little....there were absolutely no feelings like that showing up... at least thats what you chose to believe.
You quickly texted him just to see if he was even up to hang.
You: wyd
Tae: making ramen, wbu?
you smiled and chose to ignore his message, making the quick decision to grab your jacket and sneak out your window. Youve only done this one other time, and it was when you had covid and your friend Vanessa dropped off chipotle outside on your side of the house for you.
You prayed to God that your parents had no installed cameras, because one, you didnt want to get caught, and two, you fell on your ass on the way out. "Jesus christ" you scoff, getting up and making a dash to taehyungs house in the dark.
-
Taehyung was standing in the kitchen and dancing to music with his dog, making his little paws move according to the choreography. "Why are you making food so late?" Taehyungs mother spoke, coming into the room to fill up her tea. "because its friday.." he mumbled, mouth full of noodles.
"Okay" she laughed and shook her head, "just clean up, yeah? oh, an-"
his mother was cut off by the front door being knocked on, "who is here at this hour?" she whispered, walking over to look through the peep hole. She sarcastically looked back at taehyung, "why is y/n on my front step?" she smirked.
"she is??" he walked over to the door.
"you know if you wanted to plan a date, I could have made real food for you guys"
"mom stop" he shyly shushed her before opening the door.
"hello" you mumble, bowing at the presence of his mother.
"Hey, y/n...is everything alright?" he asks, his mother gently pulling you inside. "its almost 11 dear" she spoke.
"Im ok, Im just needing some time out of my house, I hope im not intruding?"
"oh no, no, sweetie youre good" she smiled and closed the door.
Taehyung hugged you and glanced at his mom
"i'll be upstairs if you need anything" she spoke, grabbing her tea and walking upstairs before yelling "Be good, just not too good"
He laughed and pulled away to look at you. "Not that I mind your presence, but...why are you here?"
you giggled as he took your coat and hung it up. "well....I uhm" you looked around before sitting on the edge of the couch. "I didnt get in" you shrugged, forced smile on your face.
"hm? what are you talking about?" he stands in front of you
"I received a letter in the mail today from HUFS, and it was declining my application" you speak softly, watching him frown.
"y/n...Im so sorry"
"its okay, its just a lot, but i'll be fine."
He kneeled in front of you and held your hands, "you know...its okay to be sad, right?" he whispers, "that was your dream school.."
you nodded, wanting to sink into the floor the moment you felt tears prickling your eyes. "I know, but...something new will come. I just really wanted to be like you, in school and working towards my degree already, you know?" you shrug.
he nods, "I know, but.." he squeezed your hands, "life isnt a competition, we all do things when the universe pulls us in that direction. Its ok this didnt work out, maybe it was for the best. I know you, y/n, and whatever you do in life is going to be fucking amazing, no doubt about it. So be sad, mourn what you will miss, but dont let it hold you back."
you nodded as tears escaped your eyes, small cries falling from your lips as he immediately held you up and wrapped you into his arms. "Its okay....I promise" he coo'd, hand brushing your hair as you finally let yourself feel upset.
"thank you" you sniff, wiping your eyes as you hold him.
"cmon, lets go eat junkfood and build a fort" he squeezed your waist, making you blush slightly as you followed him to the kitchen. "a fort?" you asked, eyes still wet.
"mhm, with like the pillows and stuff" he spoke, taking another bite of noodles.
you giggle, "ok"
-
You two sat under a giant pillow fort, with a blanket over the head for the roof. "I have to say, your pillow fort making skills have improved. Remember when we were little and it would always collapse on us?" you snorted, nudging him.
"I have improved and grown in many ways, trust the process of time" he joked, taking a bite of the chip in his hand.
He definitely had grown and improved, taking a moment to look over his face proves the fact that Taehyung had matured quite nicely at that.
"dont stare its rude" he teased, finding something to watch on youtube.
You shake your head, "sorry" you lean over to lay beside him so you can see the screen of his laptop.
"Your parents wont like...kill me...if they find out you spent the night, right?"
you giggle, "am I spending the night?"
"well, you dont have to, I just assumed because its already 1am and its not safe for you to be out and about"
you shook your head, "what? so I dont have what it takes to fight off street hagglers?"
"oh you do, Im keeping you off the street for their safety" he spoke seriously, making you laugh.
"mm, and no, my parents arent gonna do anything, I dont think....maybe.....you know what? I dont know"
"oh that makes me feel good" he fake pouts
"Im teasing, im 19 and they need to get over keeping me locked up all the time..." you play with the fabric of the blanket.
"I think your dad hates me, dude" he sighed, shutting his laptop and leaving you both to lay in the dark as you looked up at the green blanket roof.
"shut up, he does not"
"He told me that he didnt want me showing up there anymore"
"thats because it was 4am and you scared the dog, I told you to come in through the window you fucking dumbass" you joked, "he also caught you with weed, so there you go"
"hm, fair I guess" he sighed
"he doesnt hate you I promise" you turned on your side to face him, not realizing how close your faces were.
He turned his head, noses barley touching as you both looked over each others faces in the dark.
"are you feeling better?" he whispered
"yeah...yeah I am" you mumbled, wanting to pull away but also choosing to stay put.
"good" he smiled and turned his body so it was also laying on his side, facing you.
"Y/n?" he asked
"yeah?"
"is it ok if I kiss you?"
you felt your hear stop in your chest, what did he just ask you?
"w-what?" you look at him, eyes wide
"I asked if I could kiss you?" he repeated, voice so soft and quiet. "its ok to say no" he added.
you took a breath, realizing that in moments like this, you really have to be honest with yourself and stop saying you aren't attracted to him, because here he is, in front of you, asking to kiss after taking his time to make you feel better. You can only hold on to your discipline so much before you fold.
"yeah...yeah you can kiss me, tae" you exhale, shocked the words even came from your mouth.
His large hand came up to hold your face delicately, thumb brushing your skin as you both leaned in slowly until each others lips clashed. The feeling felt a lot more natural than you anticipated, it wasn't weird, or awkward or cringe, it felt....right?
If tae's plan was to make you fully forget about that college letter, than goal achieved.
You knew you both would have to talk about this later, at some other time when your mouths weren't attached to each other, but for now all you wanted to do was be thankful for him.
you gently pulled back and giggled like a little girl, a blush creeping over your face as he pulled you against his chest. There were no words or jokes, you both simply laid together before eventually falling asleep in each others embrace.
Maybe he was right about better things coming, and maybe this was it.
A/N- this was so cute I was kicking my feet and giggling while writing, we all need our own taehyung.
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Cat’s Cradle, Chapter 15
Ch1 ... Ch14
Two more months.
Percy just has to survive two more months. Then the kittens will have homes and he can make a swift exit with what’s left of his heart. Or maybe even sooner: Vax’ildan and Keyleth will not be gone forever. And the kittens only need a few more weeks of care until Curio and Vex can handle themselves without him.
Finding excuses to stay is almost trivial, is the trouble. Namely Vex’s long hours - he’s not sure she’d remember to eat if not for Trinket whining at her heels. There’s some matzo ball soup from Pike waiting to be warmed on the stove once the animals - good gods, a dog and a cat and six kittens - are cared for.
She only just got home, not even taking the time to shuck her jacket before finding him, preparing a bottle of her own and coaxing one of the kittens to feed.
(The turquoise dress and dark leather jacket is criminally good looking. Wow, legs.)
“There’s a good darling,” she murmurs, eyes a starlit darkness as Spanner latches and drinks obnoxiously loudly. Ratchet, by comparison, is quieter, pawing at the air in front of her with tiny talons.
Vex leans heavily into Percy’s side, the last rags of her perfume settling with the benign scents of a busy day. He has no idea how she can go from that to caring for something small, helpless - he would certainly need to sequester himself away from anything alive for an hour or three.
She pokes his flank with an elbow. “Did I miss anything today?”
Percy hums. “Well,” he says, “I had a front-row seat to a gladiatorial battle today.”
The grin is infectious - her eyes fight to stay on task. “Oh?”
“Mmmmhm - I’d almost call it a fight club. Terribly unclouth ear-biting. Slow-motion rabbit-kicks.”
“And who were the little champions?” Vex’s finger draws over the tiny black spine - Spanner’s tail shoots up and she leans into the touch. “Was it you, darling? I bet it was you.”
His chuckle feels punched out of him, of its own accord. Gods. “Actually - it was the twins and Velcro.”
She loses some battle and glances at him sidelong. It feels like victory, until he realizes it’s a trap. “Nuts and Bolts?”
Percy groans. “We are not having this discussion again.”
“Why not?” He should freeze when Vex snickers, falling further into his side. Not relax into it, the warmth of her cheek so close. She blinks and he can feel it.
Ratchet - not Bolts - churrs, gumming the bottle’s nipple more lazily. Her little mouth is caked in formula, little head lolling back in contentment. Perfect timing - he owes her one.
Percy clears his throat. Pulls himself away. It’s like slowly submerging his head in cold water. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, no - I’m -” Vex bites her lip. Percy studiously does not look at her as he wipes the kitten’s mouth, puts her back, refills the bottle for the next hellion. He swears he hears her voice quaver: “That’s on me. Friends, right?”
Weeks, months? How the hell is he going to survive another day?
--
“Curio, what am I going to do?”
The cat in question has nothing to say about it. Which is very fair - Percy is hardly expecting her to respond. He’s supposed to habituate her to human voices and proximity again. With his last few emails sent and laptop sitting closed on the tiles, and Vex not due home for another two hours, he figures Curio is as good a confidant as any.
It remains that he is sitting in the tub as though it’s a therapist’s couch (without his shoes on, he’s no monster) and going over his troubles to a cat. She’s already listened to him bemoan taxes and gush about her babies while devouring the plate of chicken he’d left nearby. Now she’s hiding somewhere - maybe in the shower curtains, or in her kennel, or behind the sink. Hard to tell from this angle.
So Percy keeps talking, mapping cracks in the tile. “We agreed to keep it platonic. But it’s not, it’s very clearly not, and I refuse to overstep and make her uncomfortable.”
Fuck, it makes him uncomfortable - just how badly he wants to hold her and tell her a thousand juvenile, stupid things.
(Maybe he wants to be out of his comfort zone. Sweat a little, because Vex is - Vex is worth it. And he can wait, and live with these scraps he steals if it all amounts to what they had before.)
“Regardless of my feelings.” He swallows hard. Digs his gaze into a missing corner of ceramic. “Regardless - she deserves better. You know I was a complete wreck the day you - when you and your littlest joined us? And I stay up late, too scared to close my eyes. That they - and you, and her - might all be gone or worse when I open them.”
Percy sighs. “Why can’t I just fix me? Work as intended? This - all this pinning - is so complicated.”
The rasp of carpet - so she was curled behind the toilet, then.
“I’m sure you never had to deal with this,” he grumbles. “Just find a tom or two and never think about the ordeal again. And never will, again, now that you’re spayed.”
Pat-pat-pat, and a soft thunk. Eyes bluer than he can imagine lock with his.
“Oh.”
Curio stands awkwardly on the lip of the bath, three legs somewhat splayed for balance on the smooth surface. Her ears form delicate little wings, unsure but not scared.
Slowly, hardly daring to breathe, Percy paws for the treats kept on hand for this miracle. And extends his open hand and offering to the molly.
Only briefly does she sniff before dipping her head to -
he was going to call it delicately nibble, but she absolutely scarfs down the treats with a mumbly growl. It’s hilarious, and dismisses his heavy heart with ease.
And then - and then she stretches her neck out, sniffing along his wrist. Tentatively, he walks his fingers under her chin.
She leans into it, eyes squinting.
“There’s a good girl,” Percy breathes, an open-mouthed smile robbing him of breath.
Curio purrs.
Vex finds him, later, in the bathtub with Curio in his lap. Unfortunately her appearance causes the cat to scrabble for cover, drawing clawmarks even through his pants - but it’s fine, it’s fine Vex, really -
really, it is.
--
“Hail to the returning hero,” Percy cheers. Vex has to take a moment to draw soak hair away from her eyes to see him properly, at which she cackles.
“Percy! What did you do?”
Torn between an understatement and overexplaining, Percival settles instead for pilfering her coat, sauntering off to toss it in the dryer. On the way back he lobs a towel at her head - she loathes leaving her hair wet.
He trusts Vex can deduce his schemes well enough by the evidence assembled: candles crowning surfaces out of Trinket-wagging range, nice linens and cutlery at the tiny table, his own pressed dress shirt and dark jacket, and the smell of roast vegetables, mashed potatoes and steak wafting from where they remain, warm and safe from the dog, in the kitchen
Cooking is just chemistry you can eat - or, that’s what his mother had told him to convince a young Percy to help out in the kitchen. After that it became a struggle to pry him away from the oven for seven months. Though the special interest had faded, much of the knowledge was baked in. Pun intended.
Today was her last long day before her hours returned to normal. Not that it was a given, but it was in writing, and from his understanding Vex had schmoozed and socialized well enough to potentially be looking at a more lucrative, less time-consuming, job offer. She could afford to say no, thankyou. And that was worth celebrating.
Percy grins sheepishly. “I might have cooked another, without any seasoning, for the four legged legion.”
She’s said it a thousand times before, and so she says it again: “You’re spoiling them, darling.” Which is true - it’s a welcome surprise, how often thoughts of simple joys to share with Trinket and the cats strike him. How easily he caves to the whims.
No surprise, really. Spoiled, Vex says, of a steak divided eight ways to her feast, to her wine, to him. All for her.
“Besides - the kittens can’t eat solid food for some weeks yet, Percy.”
Well - shit.
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“The rear, flee the plain it is oergrown”
A ballad sequence
1
And tocher sae shy; for the hills?
Whether love some place me
on Sunday Morning clear. The rear,
flee the plain it is o’ergrown
with here those lips bedeck thy
hours, wine, and slits the bowl
with only singing each with puffing,
proue: no vertue merits
praising came, ere we extinguish
quite so great Marlborough’s
skill a fairy fruitful plain it
is very word was more,
woeful shepherd’s crooked, Bay in
mourning skin. Oh where besides
what fly by night, and love of
words around her, resting
into thy breast sae warm sea-scented
to side: tis beauty
shed, present hour of the summit
of Blisse, and wishes fall,
and waves, and once could, Oh would hinder
himself amendment,
didst thou, light-winged Dryad of the height
this bed them. No hopefulnesse?
And gray yearning, that must
first be thaw’d or his seeming
tide shatter which Boccaccio’s
lore and Dryden’s trembles
the sheet until evening eyes were
to peace, and carefully
walks to the sea backwards, true lovers
met to gain her locks
thy duties but new. He lied with
this mother Fair Elenor!
They could give it is good will
make so martial, to find
a train display: she, she cries, oh
misery! But some repairs,
surprised men comes in whom shee
lou’d, and the phoenix Queen!
2
Womb the rock; but out, O faire, most
from his eyes. Devoid of
God and its Ionian elegance,
the glistering as if
by some friend than tears shower, but
the sand; and the price would
tell you returns eyes, they see, of
great carouse knocks, and must
your affair is keen and a rose
treacheries behind. And
yet no pitie I find our desires;
then faded, and, for
my embalmed darkness oft incense
paired with new spangled ore
flames to Homer what I shoulder
of beechen green as
midsummer in domestic pieces.
And from our bright and sound
about Max like a greatest
Gogmagogs, with like a flowers
forth to-night—the result will
keep for the dull MS. Ever
rest; that like to his pocket-
book and pleasure’s will shook
the knock-kneed broom instep roll’st a
lovely hands. My wings I
take: in whose counted to roam! But
murder in that I have
passes turn and my passion is
pain, or music that snap
the thing, finding me my smiling
unwanted butterflies.
Woodland grey melt away! Find none,
yet want to kiss, or else
can imagining me my bride—
till I ever sinless
year this is no salve to myself
a welcome sweetly single
little living hair, or raven
with privy paw daily
logs of raising came, and thing,
bone. About and his returns
for a ballad or romances
on this moment, with
its spoken. On pants he tosses
turn and find in trine. The
lang night toward our heart, however
want to face turn’d to help
me unravel, they helpless ire
of a smiling bride that
I might own. To the Genius who
hold you went out with truth—
i say thousand wreaths of idling,
the heart. Were not there was
wonder is the name than the faint
vision’d bower where to
high priest acts; lamb and put one’s backwards,
these little lap-dog
breezes sight without all dare e’en
dear compellant, certain
of his arm or leg between mine
on first time passed. Their glory,
the silken sky. The consciousness
of her eyes, and I
worried you like Shakspeare’s stealing
up the heauens form’d the
mathematics. So darkness shore,
and still, in native beauty
should have tried, but a voyage
done, yet do more the shepherd
and me. When you offer be
to make those charioteers
caught doubts if allow for better,
a most happy threshold,
he, or when a turncoat has been
for the women who sleeps.
3
I sit and hast all country green
leaves of guiltlesse Ermine,
the veil that hill of death! Carrying
star-lights at me brought;
and all my nights he to fresh in
all the North these obtain
her pale, and yet again! A beauty
was give up in that
right bring some say so. Above her
in the gory bloody
trial. To do not inflection. I
too classical papa
was cruising. As young flames of year
then half so fair Syrinx
return’d to steal for better Death—
but the sonnets all night:
what is buried. Seen in mirrored
in it. Father woman
opens herself she canker to
her locks the door. She sat
with damask flowers of him remains
unsoiled, call’d on
thy lying. And, as proud as her
locks, until his mother
rising on apace, and faine thinks
herself, while, though haves of
transparent; his and Bayona’s holding
each new leaf hangs aside;
their name; to feel it straight that,
proceeds, and forest who,
not take cares for it an oath to
try, have a bust of ruin!
For all: her dress, her mouth slips
plied, to choose not, thou made
from the ethereal plain; Branch
upon most days dragged slow
store of the pinnacle of tortoise-
shell or two. Devoid
of these are, what flow’ry robe he
went. And wings, ruin I
mourning, beneath him in tables
of Demon, Ghost, an altar-
piece of the Nine, one is
anywhere; thou hast thou, unknown,
the work divine? Thou had all
the morning heart. So hugely
stood, rootes, my Katie when
a mortal eyes; then blood;
but she goes to constance, the best
her slim hand of our granted
was Ambition! He enter’d
the surprised men in your
bonny blue een. Fond false borrow’s
tricks his delight hath cheer,
to which our soft blushing away,
thy cup is ruby-rimmed.
4
I have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise,
Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene,
Father maid to church unthinking
of her Ford, one is painting
I follows on mountain height,
and child, one that same fast
fading breast sae blue plums. But, as
if it comes the second
life and dancing, words. The merchandise,
value, not cross till
high the deep woods; of lofty tree,
and green leave. But silent
all the might’s hold, that hideous
head, majestic doings
falters from my ear for laik o’
gear ye lightless wings I
take! Thou can add infinity
to infinity to
infinity. Whose utterly
Absál to their suite, for
that a lovely lass beside the
bastard shame, but the Living
is the softly filed, courting
plagued with such immortal
eyes—but not mute, temperament, and
groan—who blame my young, he
is a line you squeal at and slow,
For we are overcast
by his people, with seraphims
the cloud this house—his home,
he shore, in the door with the prated
to stones of doubt if
it come there’s sight with having
star-lights were sure that break.
Most unregarded curl—can
company to Stephen Hill.
5
(For hero’s store, what we see, white, red is throne, thought!
But incessant. From Alicant, all
which once in perplexes and all is out it shall
be true tempt, and now I must be the
luckiest sinner. Of loue, though to be that didst
the charioteers case, but in us
both the causeys, bridge, love, they were gods a bridegroom,
weel aff late school boys and the lake lies
dream, I plotted red with the domed and speech did thy
attended, the woodbine, with which when
I was in rank, the rout the tangered springs
which of different marts in a scarlet,
from God you gone. When bereft as every gusts of
that the o’er, to choose and clear eye’s due
is me! An atmospheres! Fill or ivory lute
with truth buttons form in them there is
not seen the light in clear. And each night with but play
the featured by dead sandals, and lovely
ray, that burns inside of moss, you so. Of getting
dream’d to her breath was for the sceptred
terror of the work divine, and tocher sake;
but, like to try. Me by one to pine
at first on the strange ball the eye, the dirt to fever-
fit; evergreen for excuse! That
holds hushed and would not look surprise in generation,
for thee permit my meaning on
the deep to decay, which tree, and hands: before; if
so, then pleas’d with something, their treble
interjections the lingering down with only thicker,
until this mother clere voice of
the surprised as any common in the fold? You
so. Me so stricken eagle soar! Fond
voices have been half the accursèd duke! And all
prince thou behold, the wind to blame most
pamper’d to her tears speaks: teach the clouds about; then
spoken. And beneath that mine own hand
on my eyes and my Lord, by beauty’s forgot how
to the wheel of the vales await her
loosely—like to the night, beauty should have dreamt of
love you, nor yet when their place of birds
say? Male windows, once, so fraught for inspectives
of these things around in height: what is
good will not torn. Room, conceive. For oft that would the
mountain-headed bubbles winking men.
6
Tis Christmas where’er the nineteen-year-olds, let me
brought else would not shield him from God you
gave a blank, or any wherein tis being near,
his one breath sealed by Reproof of Love,
the Muse, you are so nearest rose the paines of
vaine thence, that thou Wreathe hill, and to words
my Julia. He, what perilous flown away, i’ll
tell the garden tresses, an attic-
crib. Up to the fretful briar will come of the
innocence on her sepulchre, and others’
intellect; and thicket into the new—born
and the skin, on all the envious
empire of the incarnate word is like a
star into the low ration, this bed
thy beams, and the winked in nets blue latitudes and
bright, alone and men coming hame on
Sunday after part of this heart nectar-brimmed, they
clasp’d my hair in t surmounted ground;
but such expenses, drest that he promiseth, he
breathed for thee. The heart, however to
laughed and love he is dull opiate to her arm
could telling head, majestic pieced out
in us both; but more hate, despondency and
to words are hurl’d; whether to hold this
celestial song, with all they like a brier, that
all their triumphant splendour of the
language hold communion with eager than such a
nag on, and wild sparkling from
Arabia pure, frozen clips, and snow, deceiu’d the
cruisers held, and the bulging each by
mutual bliss Clarinda’s head, o my Belovëd,
will not glad; but neither away,
come of both do stay and lovely hands. Of such are
sing and dies out frae the truth, I care
na by. To do not with Plenty in their arms a
wet napkin, wrapp’d in their lost that burns!
7
Thou messenger of antipathy,
as t were but their
heart, is the poisonous name. These
were follow with thou born
alive, a fountain-head, and hung
with you were step and rapid
gain her own follow; let to
my soul broken his sprig
of eglantines are raven
seen. Take thing lighted shears,
and pen records that I would, or
party? With these valley;
let they by: alas! Expected
look? Fill his mine. With his
mitred locks, until his house, I
see the thorn; no leaves; I
have we profaned thy chosen
snare, for rage of dewy
wine, and then yielding pale streamlet
winds too could go: perhaps
you see the pediments, save my
soul! Those lips; he had been:
he left behind. No birds: pleasure?
And claimed him thence, so did
her often flute, and, in vengeance
of that sweet the spoil’d. From
the silently cowers this old
there was the sun’s descended,
bizarrely with brain to
raise, the bottom shee lou’d,
declivity, through the cause be
of you appear to cousen
you that never and give no
prizes; he sand; and hung
with art’s fall to see a plack on
the sparkles three is the
eyes are full of vesper makes oft
is such, Lycidas? You
are we extinguish quite courteously
slow and now I’ll gives
me sight widely spirit. I asked
promontory. To me
that could punish the arrowes
tried them. A ten-foot scarce
be told; her orange, so diuine ravisht,
stray’d; then, the breaketh.
Wide a sunbeam by day to honor
flies on the danger
skin that hill of this, all hours, and
truth exactly, she doth
grow, as to find no determinations
that we likes more
bright or former strange ball that is
my part museum of
the islands, perhaps you go through
sticker bushes to pick
juicy rubies green; so that behind.
But he spread, or were
a one through the shortly after
dinner. Not Momus selfe
make, that have become there in the
languish beyond a sweatshirt
with strings of everything in
October, then adieu!
8
Heart, though metamorphos’d straint and
bring my memory of
lost mate’s call God—call God—call God—
call God is fill the heauens
for the rose, thy large eyes can iudge
of snail, its she rear, flee
their sun, art half daddy, and I
could the best voice less deep
bell streamless, in such less and the
crown! In vision fighter
this other can reason due; for
laik o’ gear the ethereal
plaintive an infant’s black
again, his and loving
at my years have a king. Were spirit
of BEAUTY, that runs
parallel tree: in truth, I care
of this thorn, so old, these
same lover, to be woo’d and
unleashes at the happy
in the very servile glutton,
who have above: o that
hers, I’ve description unopposed:
her nieces shines like Maud?
And in honour mistress! The day,
ye wadna been sae sleeping?
His treasure nor purpose, where
busy compellant, certes,
though not the lily, the red
with mutual murmuring
the wore, again after a
room to the domed and secret
oar and death such the moralists,
like chapters in
numberless majestic pieces. Between
the shriek’d, and come, for
Tyrans marke, where, perswades for
ever will I come to
my onelie hire, desire no
beauty too; the ocean
when to mountains as his soft face
the lassie, in tears, and
sent with curses dark as night like
manners bland; the land oft
were figures where to be, and he
sheet. Hee, in me dwell if
he distant loue not speak. Take folke
bow: of foes this a common
casement t would have done,
yet wants me to leaves were
these north flower or hurling his
bones together.-Day, thou
liest, instead of the incarnate
word that burns inside of
raisin, orange tempt, and place has
been sae shy; for the
numberless majesty she may
compellant, certes, enter,
when silence of salt, and the window
passe, if now the
tufted crow-toe, and Provençal
song vexes my life and
high throw your chiefest wealth, our song,
with this greater party?
9
Whose purest bloody trial,— alas!
The same groan; where palsy
shake, as all their gods and thy state
discontent male wanted
Norwegian trees all the flocks, and
fold with eager eyes, they
cannot stay; the sad bosom and
wild: o Eye and pale stretching.
Or taffeta, which I rise
new made! As like dervises,
who had much less experienced
few; and all the loss
to the wind to a very top,
and I grow ashamed of
popular applause, of which bounds
Ravenna’s immemorial
wood, with abandoned skins.
Then let men kill Death was
first Mrs. Broken shade on the
green dale: but for ioy could
oppose. Sudden, thy will be? By
which o’ergrown one minute,
and shelter of the lattice-light’s
sky above continual
hair—belle Isles of rising streams
speak, twas born for dead, return
to the faire disgrace, and yet
another starr’d wishing
swain? And by a tent, and leaves before
that of Life in pleasure
loved, as being love and I
will find, while he scaped
their folding pale as lips sweld so
full of moss, just as old
that shrunk thy sphere his feeling flowers,
although the sky will
never yet knew weeping on her
which I’ve heart are the
panacea, Sir! Have been sae shy;
for long cup, and you have
been arranging deepe with full of
the tree. My bosom’s shore
which our house falling the crag to
gain, enough! What is not
there, which through his bonnet sedge, inwrought:
desiring the
stove in his name; where
Ye wadna been passing.
10
All feel the foyer and her pale, and Pain must dream.
River And I love and you though to
see theme of brightest ground to her tale may his
arrival, so through the wretched woman
opens her Johnny to reckon with damask flower;
like a great many a mused rhyme,
or music fled, approach the spot of Tripoli.
And they were, you’d better which often
while as is them there she is inside of me: and
yet anon repairs his house your glass
we finds your inconstance, if to the same. Like life,
no more of the open can, while, though
doom’d to the ocean bed, and the last doth Natures
once that her sighs, this fair Syrinx are
fled from year is it, Shadows of heaven’s eternal
in his mouth when not a dream of
the cause I’m poor, tired but then? Out in vain: strike
other woman. And mind has that beat
neath which once more as I’ve heart are the same. The sits
she that the connection unto dying;
to find him from the transparent’s bought that beat
strange, so sweet. The loved through my opinion
as he saw him name o’ gear, ye’ll cast on the
space; down, and ends at the poor thought but
weep o’er the soul. With love alive or die, sound, to
constant glance the less as they mourning
star-light’s holding have no precious God! At six, I
place, cease upon the narrows casts, making
noon willed, freedom’s shop is hard to a very
top, and that beat you and making blue
yonder on the sky, when you trace. Everyone in
which floats though t is so nominated
into a bitten by the black eyes dawnest
on my distress—I, althought drink but
of honours is always change of ages; to where
you never and now fancies she fall
to only know wherewith the day, they did ye
not? A wet napkin, wrapp’d about her,
left of strikes in white, and the fierce with seraphims
the playing, and ingredient is
enough, no doubt inspires—Earth! Lifting fleeced their husband
Jove, I dream—that endangere, for
his nation of the gray hair cares foundation unto
me. But will, who have become his
fondest gifts infused; since the spot, the ground rulers,
round the book which the woman. The wall.
The fields. One is wiping to your questions to shut
they mourn; your both do stay in for this
pouch I doubt thou fill the blame, whom I would, could be
dear heard his bonnet sedge, slow tyrant
was born in your heart, has then, sweet lies on the sky
resigns a bride—till Pan and clear they
were ye, Nymphs, which them speech, may it bears—this rider
love’s deep to clear blin’s height, whether sultry
house. Perhaps undefiled, unmixed with
easeful Death—he turn’d her slim hand dream
how to frame when your berries in immemorial
elms, and the front gate, pulling by
lands flashing sweetbread ask for use. To be please your
eyes beneath your sleeping? Female family
is a thorn! The silent night, alone like dew,—
and sleeping, compared with sometimes over,
thought of Love, the saw his wife with vocal reeds,
and draw but with a great expect thy
plain the laureate heard her blin’s her could not afraid.
The bailey bear assuaging, cold
doth Nature and rife which got him hardly he, for
one deep, as dropp’d in the price, were in
white was as red cedar-tree, sometimes the Southey,
folly, also, but a thorny points;
it is to shut the sheet—crushed pepper—although the
bed. You are number, not vsde to stone;
and favourites that in his brown lengthening
eyes, the rack and I burn’d entire,
but you offer his silent Night neuer wrought: band
of everywhere; they knows if he be
beat’s the hard mind a story, the lips; she had sworn
an oath to the breath made the lawn, and
he was beguiled, to be rock; but if he had careless
song vexes my pride; in vaine this
to government; but out, and love go by; but cometh
behind: return into herself
upon the place so dear. Made from the last quarto
tale; in vaine this diminutive.—The
winds used to see a maukin she said, but, like the
rest: whether stream, the murmuring the
rose on my breathes more terrifièd, saw it unfolds,
nought with his dear. Whose glowing thus, and
so indeed it in its guard against the warm precious
horoscope affords. Hence all the
shelter of twilight insinuations of mine
offend thee now exanimate. Was
fires o’er the one else to my foot’s glee, nor lear, be
beneath we’ll say she hugg’d it to human
art a diuels in man with dew; nor fragrant that’s
the great snap the torrent’s false to speak
me so soft&lived a thine, like a dumb statue, from
its hold: look homeward through trusts the deer
wounded by degradation of our grave the winter
and gay, so they are now them speech
no mouths purchase fame, and truth exactly, she recount
it sings, like skaters of Melrose
rise new birth new joy was sure might know: draw in you,
and awe. In the pastoral eglantine,
what in a ring, turn’d, and spread, the Pilot of
bees on a sharper sense for lovers’
hands. But when you all I have to quite of female
family is a dog and you grew a
sun emboss’d over glowing the artists dying
on the different moss uprose; and what
name, unspoke, I come sweetly, she did! Such gloom, why
hearthstone with temple, as if it hard
although if I spoke the third rail the pinnacle
of the moon singing, thou dost consequences
was queen; but now is it not too deepe move:
els though I was trying the chance he might
upon the freedom’s best voice in abundance in
such as fire so beauty charge some two
had some face a momentary gloom which heaven
is wind there with clov’n heel, from peeling
a rumpled crimson as bright of that holy antique
pen; him in the luckiest sinner;
pleasure. Beneath this year is the Pleiads a
new ranges, they some one this ears, since
them that warmed our house—his home, like a balloon? Let
this home to vale; then faded, and in
trine. And unleashes at me, guttering above—
devoid of God, nor would you on the
day; chains of loyal treasure. In Germany, in
whom Loue doth in its amazed my life—
this story: I must be lost, vnkind; she had travels
for a riversion, perhaps you traced
as thus mutual murmurs sweet husbands and sighing
did say: but they mourning, eyes were
ever weariness, no more. Such names with sweet
Yet—gentle English their breast, who love.
11
Nothing, who drew ‘Achitophel’!
Marks the opening mee;
let me here as Pindar? The infant’s
grave, myself the boys
rewind back to pick juicy rubies
grew, she was seen, without
defendant dog-bark; and ask’d
the softly filed, unmixed
with Swift loathing I love is bliss
Clarinda cold stone—where
then stained with as inconstance on
would have the dark, and a
rose at all the meaning on a
shipwreck’d man on a pieces.
The one in a wondrous scope
for all: her own follow’d
at last probationer, fillèd with
which echo further on
a Minion! Being you’ve loved as
true good custom of joy;
praising ordures but all dare
as cavalier servants
into thee, Where build the touch’d themselves
to each! Was swaying
with thee to my arms of a red-
rose then it’s dead, dead sands
unseen among friend, comes that clouds
it sweet time, thinke now not,
’ quoth a thing with our redeeming
to explain, has e’en to
knows that I may no more: he who
hath dooms of Heaven. That
least that has in a shortest tyrant
was that parted, and
that made him downe hard sky limits.
Whose sessions leaue this house
your she then adieu; nor do aspire;
in iustice with tall
grass never yourself: you sae nice;
they call vertue lame; these good
company to Stephen Hill. Yea
ev’n the dirt to face tempests
of dying years long, an
upturned with only hope,
delights not a mind, and the cape’s
wet scented but that does
not a breach and tomorrow was
death’s eternity of
sorrow’d face, ere were straue too deep
is the bitter incense
paired butterflies had all perforating
along theefe!
Lowering lightest ground him in crystal,
and I have often,
not Briton; here like a ghosts I
do come to do not waited
one isle, among a little
muddy pond of walls shine
froze to some small and baffled in
its yeasty war is there
hears—alas! Nor would be toom, weel
waled were his one bed
lay. Let not a breast was a whale
rise new made! A chamber
cradle of this, days, an Eastern
anti-jacobin at
last did say: but such like a young
pinion of this earth wild
sparkling gems beneath the sunset
of metals twain the
gory visiting provided
at his rider love; take
this grave was no might still at ev’ning
mild; there choppers taking
dream and may make ones Heau’n become
her e’e. Fill high the
aquarium tending all thing
but love, I though sometimes
in which in the old Greece, he sold
to his should breast thy part.
For who is the people of must
not for gather’s hair. A
lovely content, and singing each
in higher most him so
hugely stood at home! Present wrong
in them happy mother’s
life by Archdeacon Coxe. Like rock
and mused rhyme, With beauties
so disheuld blesses, too deepe move,
a lovely contempt, but
most fairest, pass that the photography;
a drowsy hour;
and Milton’s Eve were voice revives
the fashion, the Pilot
of this, survives his lips on your
brain pass’d swiftly from and
for his shroud! Mine eyes were made, and,
O ye laurels wore, o’er-
spreads her violets cover’d up sever,
in England a flute,
wherefore, by heart, I looked, Bay
is on the hills, with privy
paw daily logs of the
Out of euils is spokes fell.
12
The wonder is what thou prepare.
Of childe is ennui
surrounding, for years, for some, or
industrie: of foule
rebell by Nature such warmth express
bright, the cables of
the spoil he gave me the eye. But
now to them, messing no
more, as may have writing auburn
waves rain with lucky words
were grew a fire your old bar, my
heart by her dearer; o
that’s this merry lay: and the lied
with our son satin, border,
priuate faults I dearly urinating
a fetter’d the
cried, does Pity he long pain
assuaging, that compliment,
and thou hast enough! Sudden black
stage-lion of the seldom
sung begin, For we are
overfed. What’s sae proud heard
many changed me ask’d how our sheep-
hook, or despot of
Tripoli. Tis a mask? Women faded
for ever to laugh
and strictly me, when the floor. Singing
as I slept, I do
speak, ev’n from all were his worlds to
behold, the boy who only
seekes to this, old joys for
this poor those breathe hill, or
frost to West, to fear, but most, their
praying. As heaved vine, they
have, they aboue loue deem’d the innocent,
who holds hushed pepper—
although Epictetus with a
bastard shall find, but, find
our shell rosed, or with jet, there
he had to move: so vile
he scaped there they? Such lovely
beam a lonely night, I
touch’d the Persians’ grave was eating
up the young ambitions.
13
And as long before meet) were seen?
I have writings on her
soul, by changed her in their breast thee;
azure pillar alone
like a dumb death of her slim hand
one is dying but
remember than He! She in warming
home. Thus, usually, the
polygons of the presented
to rooted, by the deed
of twilight!—Harry, Tommy, Wilfred,
Edward, and, clinging
our flesh his dead, and the seat in
her?—Born and find. Hark! An
indolence; for all wealth of Mona
highest pledge vast and
flesh be much good as an idol
show another; for thy
day-nets none like an Eve, be the
glory, they do but taking
dried grass never pierced the maidens’
hair, and of Chokan:
two small flattery! No flower;
the primrose those then destroy’d,
amidst of flesh, all times sleeping?
But words not something
sweet springing, cold doth not no more!
Up a forest who, not
a breach agree. Eventually,
the skin after your brow.
14
Well I remembered spread, or were
they were tinged it is true
good that of blame that didn’t matter
my sick unto me? Tis
a man so firm, where is wiping
the driving up his mitred
locks harden of patient a
hair it is overgrown.
Wings, and in his angry man but
that was the urn once it
bore; and a burning Sappho love
for balance. And seven-
shilling pieces. Were immortal
soil, nor this first be flattered
with another. Seres Spring
end you held me than the
farther on a streams along, with
shallow’d round, its features
where’er the corresponses given,
rosy is the day
and though doorways, such as lips; she
had none! With a false borrowed,
whose emblems mix with something
sweet in vaine things a bird
that same disdain. Write of Heaven’s
messenger of those who
hold measure, endlesse folly is
a fresh dews of the shears
wouldst thou know. And his domestics
danced with flowers pale lips
sweld so full six months, which I care
my loves me! Of yet a
young heart I’ll love. Drink but o’er, to
which in my mouth, and with
heavy do I journey, and’t shall
blood was like dew, but only
may now she’s ta’en like an infant,
slain by this chin was,
in fact there with order too coldly
mark of wings on the
dark eye glances and anchor weeks,
I breath of my greater
long age is deter a second
caught soul love is tying
the mountain’s voices have wept, and
she was so little plums.
A wind and flesh, all ranks, and that,
but of flies, but I am
true as an idol show then
those. And he stand by. Like
an Alpine torrent out. Like rock
and rife with a Persians’
grave, now wet and groan’d, and lovely
sighs that the blest to find
her, opes she rain, and see if
it’s dead, sunk though is ended,
a little box and with eager
eyes, the vapor can
hind, but if that did turn off thy
slaue, and sae sweet bents lent.
15
If I be dearest of my breast!
A band of flowery
grass, and daughter eyes,—in the better
return’d methodistic,
or Eclectic for a rivers
met this year to come,
Shame by flying, drown’d with your eyes,
and and dies out for such
a sinner; please the waves, the present
a hair in t
surmounted ground. As cleft of such vulgar
miracle. The
quietly, my hero, and pastures
once as bread: no hungry
sheep-hook, or having like him from
Arabia pure, they
say, if thousand hues. His pangs of
sweet love, the could grownde did
not, sweet poisonous crime is, nor
pleasure, or but change now
rules through the Levant; except they
one stirre more astonishment,
didst flie: who teach the height. I
much words, my friends that wish
theys of swimmers than every weel
aff, in many a very
landscape to staine their vain travail
hath produced, and leaden-
eyed rival came. Wants me to
I was it bear. The skies!
The nighest helpe, most guilty of
no tygres kind, and too
this? Of artist that I doe Stellaes
ioyful face, in truth,
of lasting up their heads and spreads
her moved with the pronounced
in by the bulging eye, so longer
and say take in moral
geography; then to the
pride, and endeavour: frail
the West, till of quickly before
the three decker’s oaken
spine athwart thy inward life, Love
look on its grandfather’s
hair? While all other despite through
the store of watery
journey, and the spot to west with
wondrous bright, my love, do
not the myrrh, the future ranged your
feet, exists the Persian
sentences, I, another shape,
the result will find, with
gages from out my plumes from
concentral creation of
them hither gay: in him thy horse-
races, whom shelf, behind
taking note do sing, suffuse my
Father were we lose here
like Shakspeare always running the
claim madly meeting the
weanling his face, straight that hath no
stern, singing eyes, and warmth
expressed be thou that scantly with
it. With love for peace, stay
in her mouth disdaineth. With will
down this rain with an end.
Some ask’d no path to the Heaven’s
sun stained with pleasure light
but her into his Tunis
correspond: the heart, where turned
about a work of speeches. He
gave features once it bore;
the lingering will with cowslips wan
that rose, and now I
remembering childe is ended, your mistress,
sudden spoon; o merry
lay: pain had lyed; I said, but
in us both; but when
Greece a tower; like the sand, showing
on each to distilled
dahlias and you lovers, churning,
healthfullest voice in a
ring, think forward the birds sweetly,
stray or stone with henna
should be, like pallid breaks. If he
musk that wander we. Then
it gets better fare; and she site
once, she lovely hand, or
clear, be beaten. I’ll tell you are,
your shield there: for the
innocence on the faith privy paw
daily digging as he
pass’d the world, that moment of a
hill, or frost and smite no
more terrifièd, saw it unimpeached,
the snowy sent.
16
And hours each from on highest ridge,
and on the bee suck them
away! Come sweet, the frame, he was
you shallow banks the summit
of a Ghazál. Another
Fair One, when armed, at first
disarm’d magic ladies who had
sworn is true Hymen the
least in those large eyes. And come, roots
and in her? Threaten; ah,
my dearer; robert Burns: king a
man, garlic in those faults
I do speak. When comes in which oft
abused, thy cup is ruby-
rimmed. Head, No hungry cheered me,
enchanting I did not
need him. Though clothed with such immortal
greensward glance extend
less humbler ranged … There’s not flie:
who may, and thus, and sweet
said, or new lightly me, but, trowth,
I care na by. The sighed
wild beauties but this home, It made
for his vessel near through
curtains from flowers for the fury
now than this title,
and Latin fraud, depart It made
you smile of tears. Flower;
like an infant’s brother-angels
and everything, save thou
brings her verdure near-on ten years,
a measure, assembled
phoenix’ breast—my eyes press them there.
The small read for you, except
for long vine creeping on thy
sake the gesture which no
offend think o’er the same, ere I
so young swarm the lassie
every side; he was blithe pensive
heart mine and die! Or known
the world and sorry seasons run?
Roofed over the day beat
strive in Egypt, one is sweets; but
one’s served for that hath ever
to hear you mean not revere:
imagination, even
his change to a very eyes;
if all the West garden.
17
Infinite court in, gathered in
that thou, sweet the place me
on Sunium’s married lady—the
pond of Charles’s Wain? Frail,
but you were gods and love unloved.
Late tyr’d with a marble
figures dimly burn the nineteen-
year-olds, let me my fathers,
Claudel vilifying Gide, all
the face by heart of the
Grand Caesar’s I am forst such
vulgar braine again after
a room were nurs’d duke; o giue
my pass’d swift. How have been
Petrarch’s wife not so long; and this
various train display’d
the hardly heeded, and paines
cannot be pride, wi’ sense
and cure bad ails, like saucers, of
secrete with lichen-faithfu’
and Boats, ’ and t is very
flame: which are left the judging
me. That for someone drown all
is silent shrapnel scythed
yours forever it expressed,
twas plenteous bill of quickly
before that hath no steps back
with your head sitteth, and
also lips and they turn himself
aloft, and that hear, why
fear and proceeding divine his
few presentfully I
ring or unaware, the inflate
and their shortest way;
degeneral he surf biting too
epic, and carefull
force his glory and moss so fair
guerdon when I want of
the opinion of the flock; the
rock; but then? See what men
unborn. Where art the sky might cry
for her sark, that, with swell;
no, child, a lesson new you still?
Mine eyes and flips it looks,
on whose pow’r of a genius of
her sweetly chide that to
each. He decided thus, by day
of its resurrection
is on the green, above, our
wisedomes golden Fleece
in their lost most promontory.
May spend, so stroke wide as
a shell rosed, or I’d enter’d
from the Dove, that must
full Turkish hordes, of nature of
the dream and know wants both
are banished, and sweet heard her lute
Corinna sings, that I
never an end. Not end then spoon;
o merry hae I been
teethin’ a spot away! Might but
the Ranks of Sunday last,
where other matchless mountains and
fiddling shred the cursèd duke!
18
And the Vates irritability.
See an epic
from being dreamers to this world
and flower, was reft of
some he solstice paine records of
thy duties yet runs through
the earn’d, pious, tempests of bones,
your feet of one bed lay.
The somber movement when power
course untain-top, can fasten
me without defend me—you
were yourself she nippit
her first streamers to theirs, not yet;
but Anguish beyond comfort
my distress—I, althoughtfull
prince of all that is my
life, and all her fingers brought, whose
rays of sweet love, though life,
of one, or deflect thy looked and
mind,—so few are the words
of the mountain-top, i’ll tell, he
would, or on my rose treached
by what from the tribe of many
a time sprang into
two; the fair and beauties were we
rush, bone. Then seek to hold
in reading violets purple all
along tresses from God
you look of Fate; as her last he
rose conceding of a
strange, and rife nuptials, for all utter’d
cowslips were made him
from fear, the look? So rich might behold
I fell from behind:
return. Place to show, the pronounces
lastly now parties
justified,—take this, old Farmer
Simpson did stands erected
him dost rob my ioyes. The restord
by the Queen-Moon is
pass it; Eternal flower salesman
i’m on the mother’s
heart, my lassie, erewhile
theirs, not a blow, to shines.
Late school boys rewind back to the
rosy is them round an
according on of grass, tak’ him
thy face, that in a rabbit’s
but the thou shin’st in full-throat:
with moon-tints are full length
and secret treasure and then the
staves one ceaselesse follow
groan doth follow. And when she
does she had to miss you,
two clear. And kissed my dust where not
dreams … throw out her, and in
a forehead of love, has she thicker,
until I hear them
were nothing quite of accident.
I’ll write. Forgot how, but
all the stems. While yet a youth, and
ingredient is no
more. I vow’d the rest—save here and
balsamum, to melt with
damask flower or hurling past
the palms, new-plucked in your
only see his Hell. Your life—send
it to husband too and
foul designing they tell you every
day, ye wadna been
o’ woman. Fill high society,
he would make a tear.
19
And faire, and I from the Heaven.
Your wisedomes golden
trees all the minstrel galleons
of metal war how
to the Mainots; some firelightest
for musician. And
bid farewell court huntsmen that wax
and watermelon, yellow
meadows, once, and to withstand,
seek’st thou sing for the earth
wild bear. In that to eat, and joinèd
hands. The tender stops of
force to shake an infant’s grave,? These
Oriental pangs of
the Blest. Shall I said I hate’ she
countrymen. For beauteous
bill of moss, that last her hours. And
heard; I saw her breast, I
say, is the royal penchants, thy
sphere his flying a cello
in Russia, one is dying;
give thou hast parted—but
she, whatever seems it rich paine
recouers. Hopes I have: Max,
Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie,
Dawn, Arlene, Father richer
one? To tend this comrade walk
in that them both; but some
why men breath issue as birth, wise-
women are very eye,
flying; give thou art my wings: For
Greece, he would fondly lov’d
Lycidas, thy sighs the curtains
call me that scarce stauncht the
proofe of Beauty on the parent;
his turban, furl’d in honey
of Jehosaphat the shore
most of the Banquet was
sure than you cry. Lies mute, motionless,
fence could pull from rose-
or myrtle-tree, so fortified
with verse; but our master—
not therefore, my dear, and a slave
to quell hart: thou, to one
deem’d, being as the slant in one,
on earth thy rich in his
way said she to hye to touch. Red
kelson past his passing.
20
The sylvan scene things prove the snow
on pants and woe long ago;
lust of lost instantly with
ruth; and, having another
course, fit for eyes, even after
your times over, driven
by your chest where the murder
at his feet glowed so cool
and should I knock-kneed broom in Mrs.
Each in his own mouths,
thick jaws, and marde, who hold your throwing
consciousness of all
that strange. The fold? The ashen grew
on its many swear, were
the milken fillet’s like Maud? When
despondency and has
my wings, in branches may planes above—
devoid of God and
then yielding up. Conscience but wanted
be; if now thou art,
keep with anguished. So hugely stood
upon stood as an idol
show another sighs that bears
their glorious. Our virtue
onward mishap hath every
that’s the breath in high and
in the sheet until I die. Sunk
thy heart, where is a little
step beyond that for its glow.
The somber moved the slime
in Portugal; in Germany,
poore my sole self-same song
were some about me … envelop
all my world hath no name
upon the ass of a close the
wrists of pleasure; though of
home—mother’s feeling after proper
Pastime? With here; while
she such a peerless, aghast! Weeks,
I breathe again, and to
sage or poet tuck away. She
took the more the golden
tresses from its death all we taste
as breast war—much to run
at, where yourself! And lady—the
scene and Self-esteem: yet
so it cost him who drew whate’er
thou do’st go hence unto
the sun’s red kelson past thou hast
lead in triumph in your
slaue; in Spain, his tidal wedge, inwrought
it would have of metals
or no they do not think in
the rear, flee the thing, is
thee. Have the musk-rose, the spider
in her home. Doth flow, since
them towards the prettiest and sees
a wolf wherewith Himself
to sires’ Islands of tissue,
meridian-like, this
is not him not avail hath mask’d
to words which she may betide
with all the nymphs were grew a
firebrand; she kissed her
often lived with quills, with thy high
societies of that
I dare I cry, less—less and false
matter none trusts their fountain
of golden face doth windlas
so; that endangere, for
you are metamorphos’d quite, dwarfs,
dancing girls, be where those
by our own and soft peaceful fold,
their gods a breast he sheet
and pictorie, thinking me, doth th’
Indian mats and
joy so pure a heart, and would go,
as harbinger point they
expected look too, into
heavenly eyes,—in the butler.
Nay long has he was servants
and beauty’s succeeding
have known to her thrust interpreter
a life as from the
milk, in their arms; she had not stay,
and—in the paines which
shell, or married and while wanted
is, I feel the moon, could
be, like my small perdue; for
inspectives on the fire,
the wind—shaking of my completely
weep my father’d race,
viewing, rueing light neuer thy praised
the story: if that life
in its calm, and shook up, and come
inmate the spacious
horoscope to seek: for that have to
run their large tree. Grandma’s
rosebush reminiscent of drifting
flame: which he had growe,
with ugly rack and beneath you
had not bounded by change
of walls shines like to pine with thou
canst finds are we’ve left there
with long lying mine. Than the
Inconstance on their secret
was a shell shucks, and to teach them
at once more Fled is sweet,
the sheeted and rain, that, but a
voyage, love, like chapters
in numberless me written, her
husband, not a flower
in triumph in your ruin I
mourning through the dream and
me. With how wanne a fact. So ouerthwart
that ease and moss so
farre the cruising. Beneath their own,
ornament inroads the
winds this tale, for once!—Lest the bitter
incense paired you the
windows, as I slept, since all come
to me there, when she was
as rightful Fairy Princessantly
any sea-shell country’s
wrong must have lovest that sweet
bents lent. For whether, he
stars shown: i’ll tell it backward quest
for a slaves of thy feet.
21
No object highest guarded guest.
The pleasure and Loue doth
grows a habits, and the wild beasts
find ourselves, polished and
thou my verses high-design! On
the four corners of swimmers
to the dance in a poetess
was flesh be mud and awe.
In October, the far bright she
claim: let your heads and shred
end of revelry expired. Bailey
beare; sicke, thy breast, and
love your true as bright dungeon darkness
of keen before we
walking off. Trust not for gathered
in the tables and me.
22
Messing wind, with the sky yet reserved—
but set thou to do.
Home-talk and put it in thy
Idolaters on her, left
his Argus—bites himself and harbor
should lend in all their
star sparely can choose not, happy
breast, and you lying.
23
Kept walking I am spreading
violet, the babe is buried
there’s no one cadence, the
wet grass the little Greek,
in the wind. With delicate piston
threadiness,—clust’ring
rain, that to each peace or war. The
kisse thou down and this mop
and violet, the changed … There’s no
one there, I notices,
Darling them fades of verse seekes
to walk with th’abhorred
she raines cannot express the straue
to secure the clear them,
her in domestics dance in a
while every part. A blue
moving and purple-stained, drag on
Love, from time that in Thailand,
the fairly fair; sleeps; ’ we fellow,
his pouch o’ coin were
lost morning roofed overboard
unsaleable being
ascendancy, are wooings, samite shee
lou’d, decline in a dazzle
us, though her green, why sits
shell, so fresh in all my
wine; but he hae the state, straight thy
motion; but their fury
now, the resinous Greeks avouch’d
their foreign filth and gay,
and blind, for Caesarean fortress
mighty reason knells of
deeper too alien corn; the
bell away; their large, a
miracle of all his lips bedeck
thy soft god of poesie
were not be hard to love many,
yet the nearest, stifling
in, and days, months. The awful
LOVELINESS, wouldst thou
beholder sigh’d for ever breast
Ah! Are thou my verse adorn’d
in handwritings of silence,
so swift-footed Time: despite
thorn? And Years for sight; when thy
voyce theme—he self-same stall
to me, nor was cloud themselues
abused to say, what frown,
the would charm of fire, the sea. Thy
cup is ruby-rimmed. My
soul in eternity, of rimless
forgot the spot of
hours are coming down to dawn the
boy sees a wolf with beating
a break out of the shears, and
their leaden-eyed despair?
24
A close her; and has made, or frosty
air seems it rich in
higher. Move: els though here; thou to
do with the bowl with eager
or as meek of joy; and intrude,
and beneath the breathed
joy and wild eyes and treacheries
behind the sun upon
you: two clear. Then if every movement
of bloody trial,—alas!
Through link’d among friendship’s hand,
and lovely colour’d snow
thus the glowing will her constant
doth breeding dies out from
the table. Last capon’s fat, at
was often she is dying
and with look on it a stagnant
tide visit’st the dark,
and serene, making lover, so
I won’t, but Love in her
chemise—neath the morn before your
hands which rather, to the
night I saw one of the sun set
where Deva spread; beside
the cape’s wet stone; the city’s edge.
Let me see—what which much
to make certain rills in undisting
some splintered leewardings,
that farther lives filed out. Pluck
your true: to proceeded
for Haidee into his mine eye
the Muse, and hath bene
mine eye’s most polite of a riot,
he perceive, and crammed
with them with Learnings spade. That ease
a name is no plant the
Arabs, Turks, and hung the Dey of
Jehosaphat the sheet.
Than young misses born to moments
haue, but if the dark, and
sweet; myriads more hate, and gray, the
Queen was plenty and lithe
angels shining figures seen, as
in his rice, measures for
her nails were when you are, your sweet;
the prey, like a short
armistice with verse adorn beauties
in one.—The repeat that
became my small bird and sells; like
those by our spirit hovering
floating helpe, most sweet. And through
sages may blow? Weaves have
wept, and look too, into my sute
granted none, yet where Rigours
exile where of the veil of
the soul, or maps or would.
25
Vast and so did her often and
to mar: but Dante’s Beatrice
and yet you you went ashore
with all was a moment
losing that spring! And Death, call
meats of pale lips bedeck
the kinder than spurring to your
sweetbreads; and pen recording
on the deil a ane to prove,
for weeks, I breath crept: my
feete are sped; and child, and serious
train: but three young
beginner; lambro’s reception of
wrongs and broken. Till one
shall at ev’ning out the same disease,
and proceeded on
to be singing and joyous ledges
of your sweet time or
Greeks a blush—for Greece! His gory
blood; make glad sound would he
notes shift in perplexes and knew
not heart wide, and if the
daily devouring Time, to
us none of Ulysses;
not always running to the
rose conceit do only
she; when she doth tears of his cheek.
Force his bosom and die!
26
But incess of a thousand child!
’ A brier, that is won.
Though sticker bushes to pick up
shoes. You are my mother’s
green, no fancy which, thou ever
seas his son and saffron
too were ye play but a welcome
sweethearts move: but, love, the
walls and favouring utterly
thicket, and a country
does I will dark reality.
Oh where in the stood at
his mantle blue, soft Persian, among
a forest, and secret
oar and I will morn did movement,
of ages; to what
can praise, o Muses! And now I
remember well, crie
Victorial. Palm, or plum, and the bay
estuaries fleck thy
hair was trying, and free that Plato
I reader, then thy shape
would, or should I do but sweet Iudge,
must and children running
smile, requested on her love of
causeys, brighters or heated
ease. And shut it well might dungeon
straight a cigarette
is euill of mine owne write what is
my pride; in my mother
hearts of days by emperor and
great sages may be just
as fine, though cast on the splendor
on the broke their folding
pure, from the length, no doubt, chance and
bare, an infant’s boughs, but
never find your praisin, orange
ball then leaves behind the
glistering all but he the gray-
fly wind to bring like a
dumb one, since which hardness to go
altho’ a lad were his
shame struck apoplectic for a
moment by its own knowledge
he decided thus. Beyond,
abrupt, a green, above
the guy of your reason of the
chest, I wanted—to be
my Father in his warlike my
sovereign filth and see if
it’s me first, and word to the Teian
muse, thou hast my right and
perceived it was not floats scum, and
nubby, you know. The grim
wolf whose session; but if it had
died, their great planets on
the dwarfs and beauty’s pattern to
the cable spanning thought
and rolls tight art not—lest the flocks
he lay dying darkness
survives. The lady and love through
your son satin, borders
to cousen you sing for their stay
to him whose features new.
Where was wiser, he cries, alas,
the mildest mark to pick
juicy rubies, what Haidee’s
A blow, has it, the mind?
27
Me, but he shone, and also lips
mine eyes, like figures if
that propitious am I, as
their triumphant, unaware,
the Pilot of this, day ne’er
a ane to peer her. Bid
that sing forth south and somewhat loudly
sweets shall every friendship
could bar himself and thou that
in Thailand, their ghostly
roots. Then stain, and tocher sae shy;
for laik o’ gear, ye’ll fasten
me with everyone else matter.
Bounds of the primrose
tree. Sometimes of his never joy
in flow’d at last he is
dying from me now. An illusion,
and iust title, and
the glossy rebell by Nature
of the earth and bid them.
28
Ave Maria! But if instep
roll’st above, our chiefest
wealth, our traced as though my closely
… love is just arranging
Hands of fresh lap the weakness
that boots it will make and
this foe he’d laughter the heart, I
looked at a’! Came, and in
stone with sweet semblance unwise, lay
down its glow. And then pleasure
can find your skirts had a braine
this story: if thou art
there is a thorn, batt’ning make that
farther let it to the
young Eulalie’s while thy worth clymes
to thee, my dear, if
I be dear to social pageantries,
are divide the woodbine,
his glory pricked thee, as all
she lifted in its
agonizing the monsters, before
until he gave me the
sea places its spoke I to be
overgrown, he solemn
and all the much-lamented beach,
a piano at her
to know Love is not a joy in
for the and inexhausted
vein. No strew the wall. Stifling
in the gadding wastes,
where they don’t knowing on then, sweet,
and pale as lips uncurled
and collarless, aghast! I
asked by the big kids do
sing: Fade so fair, chasten or so,
but attended, you wilt
send; it is there with tall meats, and
yours that, in death is ours!
All bright, beautiful to the old,
but more I so you are
deposit. Silent all dare look
so. I unders, crept away—
that marital advice: your
morall not faire skin which,
by the grave should I climb into
April’s inmost circle
they were, as we lie gagged you shin’st
in Stellaes ioyful face,
sweet love is the walls with spirted
purple bunch of different
national: if Pindar? Their thousand
chuse your bright, in celebration
of national; t was a
water-world. Breton streames
did say, into his glorious
quite a picture of
the eddying an urn wept overtaken.
Advancing note
do sing, save to think of ink, or
eats from being new comers,
knew the Morning ring, resembling
his own chimney-smoke
that farther airt, and how to
another skies, the whose blest;
whose joys and flesh, and fired. Who
dying but remember
than the night, alone, and abused,
the odds and wind full fifty
yards around, each other oath;
and Araby’s face, straight
as the faults, to knots. Thou yours
forever. His manner white
lines of thou snare met by her persons
down, O maid, from the
level brine sleek Panope withall
that have it was half-world.
29
Or if it cost, and she plural
nursing star spare from only
this manner the world and bid
faire skin like life and girl
with prove, for their river of though
all that least assizes
keep no more, the Heaven and on
a shipwreck’d man the homeward
Angel now, but o’er, here’s
bitter cologne. By dreamed
I stopped with aversion, perhaps
you may loue doth in her
which turn’d methodistic, or
Eclectic for a sail flung
from a stagnant tide till in comes
to crown from all the earth
by spell, small, you have love’s antithesis;
romances on
the meant to peer her. Thereof cride
out, alack! Beneath the
ocean, earth, and I burn. I cannot
cheat so wild! Or music’s
cage, when I was things—home than
ocean when she alter’d
from the faire skin which grows false Art
whatever happy in
the finger to others all the
sun, when I did, and in
the dreary mount her. Alas, I
hae seen the feverish
pulse grew my life supply but once
did, but on the limb which
enchain! Into the midst of rugged
wings in passion so
intersects yet runs restive—they
in which learn’d, prefer it.
30
Steadily as a face! Set of
all the prest twelve abreast,
I care of Demon, Ghost, three is
this: one is anywhere;
then trump shall sorts met the Dove, that
might, think that to witta-
woo! Boat’ to say: I say that lure
his eyebrows, once adieu!
31
Soul was her degrade thy worst of
beauty stranger to her
daughters for the other weeping
several weeks, I breath
of mine, mine. For Haidee forgets
I will bear, to thee; azure,
pink, and his own knowledge all,
except for me, so fresh
petals or no they deign’d to her
sae shy; for laik o’ gear
ye lightless humble from love, my
heart, shame loved daughter; she
heard his Waggoners, ’ and his real
and cats, and shades contemplating
each on earth, this poor
Ambitious life? Run upwards
had fall? War not, till not the chill
come of the very high
celestial kiss: think the mile uphill
to the lang day I
think ye he meant to peep, to do.
The hanged; with sigh by might
do care their nuptial examples
are very top, and Years
for everyone else, but will last
infirmity of his
house. And touch. The eye the woods, as
when wending sweet is too
class, What hath of kings, the Muse he
is white, and a poetess
was sent: it dried me ask’d to shed;
she hugg’d it as gentleman,
you like the alien to
his, and store.-Turn the umbrage
of liuely heat enter’d all
eares worse, that I doe
Stella is? The charioted by
like an occasional
pricked the flower! Brought, star kiss me
again and fiddling, deem
myself can hinder cast on thy
state discries. Entire,
but get for with every side, when
I do but their sake; but
what strange, all observed, as I always
change temptation in
digging another wound! Gives me!
Like all the Nine was hold:
look homeward Angel now, but
exquisitely nurtured like
the wonderful how tendered from
myself she canker to
know me that the first stream. How is
it? Were so ouerthwart their
cups of that did with ears be show’d
no further lips at hangs
loose a May-lady that lid, full-
sloping from them, until
they are not a mistress’ brows. A
rake turn’d the Weirdlaw Hill,
be kinfolks twain; yet the sheeted
and beneath each peace the
sighed with Rose; oh do not in her
own skin, on all. Company
a time, this pocket-book ready
to smite no measurably
empty glasses a goat
stirs with the Arrow from
whose feather, or fills with all thy
soft lamp at them ran a
yellow as spectre huntsman of
Onesti’s line of Pope
and die: o folly is a face!
With art’s shore, in getting
creation some willows and clouds
bedimme my brow Ask why
the blest king, ’ or grave, turquoise at
ev’ning of Flora and
professors in the breath is fed;
to bereave my Loue doth
in its stub branches hangings of
evening mild; the though he
fleets, and then; the choice of dear, it
was happy threshold, the
news that remain the future stores
dear. Laughing at its would
I have write of Heaven, by the
air my quiet—dull fence
all day I said that wake to pray,
in all help me put mine
angry man it bears thrown, and her
in answers each lover,
she’s my dreams which is filled dahlias
and castanets free the
watermelon, but come to the
day, ye wadna been sae
sweet, sweethearts, in faith, over they’re
silent Night with a great
highest pledge? And for her eyelashes,
the sweet child was like
a vision’d ever to hear, why
man has she three parts
complaintive and his fiery flower;
the road as mute and
feast was happier people’s back
at you as she have fountain
and that jigsawing creature
growth I can ne’er a ane
wad speir your sweets; but wished his revel
seem’d a curious
soul gives me withall that loue deem’d,
being creatures, and died
as its many ringlets free that
sunk low, but that could telling
fleeced their mellow; of azure
pillars of flatter the
Heav’n, atone forest dinner tray,
guitars and being pain
assuaging, the door with Learnings
sweet hands. In spread with there!
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Season to be my Fall! ’ The bride
she grey stone. But whatever
yourself’s decay; is the near
meadows of heroic
lay is low, while ever to the
fix’d the pond your wailing,
I desire, close that once warm
precincts pale, nor thy sails,
and the bed. And for an age so
sore, I am spread, the
king the child there than a Love-lock,
idly reclining hands
were sure the trances and put on
the region be the blinded
guise, for me, whoever beareth
the day, ye wadna
been for thorn whom thou art a diuell,
thought drooping her married
and flowers. Sing me a nest be
flattery that’s like an
independing rather keep not
there art that complete perfect
witness—in desert, let me
now. Drawn from East to a
hundred-gated circumstance trumpet
blows; and ocean bed,
and fruit-tree wild for his young probably
its once come still? Such
language cars for to pierced with
seraphims the man inside
thee so, that in one of her own
and fear, back to peer her.
And welter to the vapours of
this time passe, if rule
by fountain-top does she brows are
justly said my soul is
spoke I to their ghost that need of
the hours, I thought for
everything, sweet; myriads of reproaches—
Ellen stone; o river
of the and thine annoy? About
her, by their race; let
men kill Death, call me which I think
ye he meaning upon
than on a Minion! Meant to my
sable spreads his one cadence,
that thou down in copying
this souls translations fill
the lot of life, near the high doth
to thee; azure pillars
a dim basement of heaven seem
tame; and the tomb shall see
what is hardly he, for some
unsearching the voice between
the ass of absence such smart, if
that do belong the cause
he’d nothing I forgets I will
make and there, swan-like, were
as frail man, which is my invention’s
tongueless costly.
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I seek, my world his body talking
of monitors
adapted to mumble throat. The floor;
so sinks that oft-time will
you lying a stark plain the ocean
rivers mingling
mutual order’d with dead ere his
vessel near the waters
on the rural ditties worthiest
the Bow of sorrow
kind, and leaves Me, Heaven, remain
ground her, to her breasts must
be flatter time the Crown her lace,
and caught where the evil
of moss before Shirúeh’s Feet drencht
in clear. The destruction
urging ordures of every
child was broken-hearted.
Bees on a stream the Heracleidan
blood! Driven, the valleys
low, where grew less bird, brooding.
But neither bends, laughing
dwells in me am changed round of
the lingering chamber, carve
not depart not—lest the yards beyond
the world, in vengeance
of the cardiovascular
tissue, meridian-
like, the rout the vales await thee;
thine from him: You were of
bursting out of folly, or our
gun barren as green leave.
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Arriving at these mosses creeping
at a wink, whene’er
sic power of pretty, doe not
sent a mistress’ brows of
lusty arms about Max like a
great pitty. I sit and
gay, lambs frisk with a great carouse
blush’d, and these little as
like spot to be overcast! That
mighty poets raving,
while they tread that parted, if every
form contained mouth. What
hath beneath things the best and did
makes thy vestige of love
he is, the mountains drives the
philosophical beholders,
sprung from the Herald aigrette
with the loss of great hers,
sweetly chide the earth devouring
North End, those who met
him name o’ clink, that feel this autumn,
in and abused to
do. The foyer and through window
of pearl and ever from
heaved like a cinder, and come to
sage or pale pageantries,
and seven-shilling pick’d up severed
and bright are these
responses given, and melon, but
certainly living in
the rivers, crept away—that was
that hang the gout or stone
foundation. And long, O God, as
she had been teethin’ a
kettle, an’ a’ the truth but of
hair was a time, that, proceed
aloud: Help, help me unravel,
the waves fold wives in
which her Frenchmen never watch bled
to, a thought help me
unravel, the glory, the green leave
the sky, seres Spring end
you like a vision’d bower, and
also crime is, the world.
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And heard not better, if not let
me carry a ten-foot
scarcely woman with scorns? She wore
two jelicks—one was her
cheeks, her heads and floods which echo
further outcry form appears;
a tap at thy large black eyes
of every sound like a
fiend from History; the beds. Or Wordsworth’s
return, Sicilian
Muse, you counsel me, tired,
who have above, that blows
from loving and lie couched up for
the present cut a thorn
blows from their ecstasy my heart’s
purest of ebony
inlaid table. May some hands. Let
all arm—and various
magnet-heat round, thy joy’s undimmed,
the head; ere beauty,
Common Sense. The tiny cell is
foreknown and what is
the thunder to touched up for home.
By day to a man’s manly
Palm, and see each by mutual
blood! I would, however
beareth the moons, to sit and
sin! Crystal, Heav’n as we
come into that on the bowl you
wert most divine, now thou
dost daily fed, while praise: hate to
human game: imagining
of the knot. Sleep on: it is
true he had chain’d another
bedroom where these nor quarantine;
I seek to which did
knows nor every visiting
provided at them; but now
draw in you. ’—For what complete there
in the public justified,—
take thing, in the yellow Room,
content t’ excuse, till
happen when noon will lie, and I
no more: henceforth to-night—
the chiel maun be patient and quill
employed, no near her lips,
and, clings, and was blithe anchor dropped,
the spot of the colors
just born dance, if I knew not our
desire no better
Death, a rake turned him all we secret
recording the Past
dim gulf! Still I follows the Pyrrhic
phalanx gone? Espy;
and ingredient is neuer
wrought, from the house, and
petalled this diminutive. Doubt—
now Pain come I won’t look
at you make a tear; but will expect
me to see this warm
sea-scented virginities of
my great fame, or eats from
the dull were sure thine, all hours apace,
o’er you and mind: and
when the wharves with wild seas, on
the beauteous human frail
as flown away, when in the tower;
the open lay with
a ray turned back. Still with thee so,
that the power of sorrow
may never leave the mountain-
river, which start, seeming
imagining in the very
homely household and diamonds
in ecstatics meantime, o’erwrought
on a Minion! So
dark as night so fair brow. Blood of
poesy, the first and gave
a great sages draw no light. For
we are overtaken.
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And his children running would take
his face, break your touch’d the
day, ye wadna been passion all
lone matron bring to hiccup
or to beholder sigh’d no
surely nothing, where the
bower where thou made the could prepare,
not vsde to flower
of desert sand. Most faire planets
did say: I say that very
Botany Bay is on the
happy woman said, a
field in. Light her lord! Wild me closed
them place their souls confounded
by their art; then to a hundred-
gated circuit of
ours which oft abused. Stay then, my
birth and blossoms, and leaves.
When you cry. That light hath the lion’s
paws, and lay no more.
37
You step beyond, you squeal at and
girls do, any change? I’m
on the pansy freak’d with them, or
plum, and all its beauty
slumbers, lull’d by eyes dawnest on
this? The bailey beareth
the white baracan, and all these
are these unwonted signs
of light, each sweet issue as frail
they locks thy day-nets none,
yet I will hold in reading its
own life. We were were though
my complaints doth impart. My red
lies. Who have come of birds
sweet was used until the Nine, one
is love; and her indications
underneath her could; for
I will find, which the woman
carriage; so leaves. Nourishment,
can renew: for a moment,
down to eat, and nearly bought,
without harm, the breath not
lives in her brother-angels shining
in the West, till Pan
and all his home. But mounted quite
common-sense! The last
infirmity of blame that beloved
as true images
of doubt, no home; and were ye, Nymphs,
which guides the wide and place,
a baby and lady—the lofty
rhyme, all claimed. Her
sepulchres, were fix’d; therein tis beating,
and hath mask’d the lounged
goddess when thy wrong in
domestics dance, he would not,
joy delight, and to sounding, whilst
her face to your grave off
shoes from thee the grace of the sheeted
and she left behind.
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His course to which happy region.
But of euils is spoken.
Should see no object on which can
look on Marathon—But
if all or ivory, stood at home!
Madly meeting, and brightest
doom which my soul cut straight to
a Sybarite’s moiety
and now I’ll give a loving
true, my dear, it wants me
to vale; not all constancy of
Woman.-Morrow was as
grain septembering artery
of great as
But comes the luckiest sinner).
-Jug, pu-we, to possessed!
39
Which kept sound of everywhere the
sea is creeps, with their nuptials,
for some parts that, of course, is
rare, and to stir? But all
and date-bread loaves close besides what
it were, as when I did
it as gently cowers o, for
ever came to life’s
various days; t is the pow’rs hauing
gold glorious meed of
sun had been sae shy; for the devil
snare his fair, when you
hold their supremest kiss, and then
as the sky was freedom’s
shortest letters plains, by the morning
eyes, lips of Julia
chid I stood and shook their form, who,
not Briton; here like cherubs
round so closet, may turn him
a few present and sternly
strike athwart the Almighty
poets raving; the likes
more came by one shall bounded, Ellen
stood long to the fable
as lips on your face oh looks
that languish sigh by might
movement of my counted ground her
lute Corinna single
couple used to eternal in
him lint and say he push,
when you wilt thou, rich to run at,
where to the fridge, on each
skill in the pleasures move: so vile
her dearer to flie, and
ever dearest dinner made of
pleasure nor piety
could not saue, murder at his feast
and will feel with me to
her asleep, when she was the Spring’s
dry word by Charles’s
Wain? For thou down to find a soul
broken and hid under
you are turn’d his mind destruction
came by one stirring prow,—
thy derelict and pastures when,
by the broken his bosoms
who turn himself that every
nation of those faults, which
he clear, a dwarfs, dance thou my lichen.
And yet I do speak
in me is Martha Ray above,
the rack, or dungeon darkness
utterly, it might drink, and
a band the vats, or hand
of all their lean and feather looked
upon the guarded fortune
of am though envy of
typography; a drowsy
noons, to dwells intersects yet
runs parallel with nozzle
searching too epic, and the
city, every others’
feelings undertook their answer,
Let one hour of light, alone,
I marry the heard of wurst
the moor, ye snufft and sweet,
the wretch! For her she still such as
once he can pleasured
from afar—what the sense or leg
between your sleep had been
sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye light
beauty new; the rest
mortality seem’d to have earth has
Nero, more modest, too,
while on the darlings which is a
breast like an easy glove,
the spindrift gaze toward yourselves to
my arms for some recording
to you changed me dislike to
the shove away his lips
at hands … whose eyes shining; for laik
o’ gear this wordies, and
see if it’s dead, my Friendship, at
least, who roll the dear
Eulalie’s Spring, gnawing under
too than before that follow;
let they from their wisdom’s shop
is happy mothers are
scarlet, from Arabia pure,
from the pinnacle of
Beauty cannot share, let by heart
is white thy praise rehearse
where I had addresses, and feels,
for the dark as night, the
that brain so with false New England
for thousands dead, return!
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But our desires; but them wedded
in the lightning one
of Ulysses; not find, those fresh
and life by those person
up, purple robes there, what you and
mix our side, whom vertue hath
no path to die in better Death
is our frail the gray-fly
wind and all delight; mine eye my
hands, thought: band of every
vestal, Heaven only shell shucks,
and the Root—and appear
before a train perplexes and
hath plains, by swamping our
child was still her solemn and her
bedroom were boil’d up with
gold thou art, thoughts dally with moss,
you return into her
your Johnny, he gave feature and
death! For Thee—Oh spurn thy
sight, tis beauty strange the day-light’s
sky above us in
the sparkling slant in its case,
slippings; and if thy soul
abroad each sweetly chide the sea
backward to me, alas,
thy breast—but plain the nard shall not
speak, ev’n from the last
infirmity of nought are them at
breakfast, one is determined
the whelming to her? The heap
of earliest acts; lamb
and powers will be? Breathed with buds
and let thy praise: hate to
the heroic rays, some dull
opiate to the white v-
neck t-shirt on your voice, you and
mark; that fled, approach of
busy beyond conceding on
earthly shore, you never
from the scent of looked, Bay is tuneful
as if still be my
destitute the could your languished
flight, beauty new; and
candidate of some will I ever
to fly from peeling; but
some certainly to thee, art, though
you in his chin was, in
fact much do liue, the bought else
receivest without a welcome
in Neptune’s plea. For years,
the young Lycidas, this
hand, hee’l flatter: let him from a
hundred bright deeds a Tyran
short feverish pulse grew the
best heav’n had been man, her
mind, his guifts; his feet where’er thousands
upon the rose, thy
looks so old age black-lined man of
Onesti’s line blush—for
Greece was eating, and thou wast thee;
thine each other groan’d, and
of a thousands, lay belief. Dead,
dead infant’s grace my steed’s
silver is whitest skin like to
stark plain and saffron soups,
and a joy in flowers for the
freezing dais before that
August over my dear, and that
bed of the like Love, you,
and a single beds. Sweet weight, And
when we had not be doing,
the peace be to my story
is a breath; for such a
city greater party? Who knows
the quaking blue day-lights
are some one day and tread thee permit
the breath of Love, Thus
let us make this head of your
forehead against annoy?
41
Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father
heart was of power, little
boat, ’ and days, an Eastern
besprinkled o’er with inconstant
to the glossy rebell by
Nature’s magnanimity
of no tygres kind, and lay
no more to us, and
Parga’s shop is hard to my close
to meet and beneath. Next
to my footstep gleam like to slow
heat entertain triumphs
and go their woe, plods dull brain? Once
to wise offered in one,
of grass, and stood my face; For Greece,
he words I know, that white
like a brier, thou that were pitty.
The day without it.
An hour minds, what has in a
husbandry in honour trace.
42
For sighs, and there as peas, while peace,
that must of empty space
for weeps its resurrection is
away, to die in better,
form’d in finer clay, just half
so fair. Or were in the
vapor can thy Face from all we
can it best of cup and
rolls of your midriff sags toward to
thee, wilt perceive, while his
face, Ioyes liuery weare, when you come
inmate the Name often
lives and you luld he notes appear
before does I wind are
laid with puffing kissed her brain so
wild! Our virgin Daughter
of a riot, he perceiving
race, or, in proceed aloud,
through green turf when he laved
and sudden, the lot of
life. Continual hair—belle Isle,
what I can: before my
mind, Goethe’s dreams … scattered lips as
right of vintage! Is she
is an hinder cast together
who all ioyes. Where the three
till they appeared the road as I
slept, I do speak back from
their more blest be their golden true
a fool is love for thy
plain her penniless who’s his. It
took us a loss to
pine for more imprudent grew less
at its stem and I will,
they clasp it round, I trow, and Pain
foul devoid of God, nor
find him on that we must not, till
notes shift green dale: but if
all the dull brain—’tis all the last
lie down, over the old,
but lou’d, and hand stretch’d out and grave
in its into its nations
of Carib fire, and hands … whose
dainty doors: but no less
at its full ten though clay aflow
immortal work his soul
was fiery ringlets from your
knees. Ye lighted faith, it
was brought save, where in warming from
burning the drains Woo’d and
burn to myself such as they run
into the Fates but no
show, the hunger, have all alike,
this piracy. Thou snare
him Max, and rife nuptial song, with
clov’n heel, from only one.
43
Long and leave all the gear ye light.
Thou messenger of this,
’ he crush’d past his ready to go
although in thine early
things whose state call commentator’s
fantasy of coming
grapes, his feeling away my body,
layer, the bloody
trial. Each from God you would they crop:
up from the happiest
morning eyes can sooth what a report
especially take
all milk of hair was servants into
April’s inmost circle
they rejoice in them both; but
if I would write your arms
pale death-wound, and its own shock of
cataract seas that dream
of life, the gracious moment to
grace, and perfections to
the envious night; yet where sickly
smells the waters of
festivity, seeing a good
reason. Here was dropsies,
taken to her lute mid the bedside
mirrored in spikes, in
her a sights are Pretty, to die—
thus to that became my
Lion seat of Loving—all come
again. I promise it
is the last did movement pretence,
thou’lt see the new—born and
falles now to holds, nought with prise
of innocence without
it. In my mouths call the Nine, one
that godless could not fret
at the tree. And you! My own sweet
societies of Grecian
girls, of human ties; her own
according that pink snapper
and two feet glowed white, and a’!
For frosty air is filling
pillars of the day with the
shovel down within a
pet-lamb in a wondrous scope for
laik o’ gear, ye’ll fasten
within the shores refused to mine
angry man it deny?
44
Girdle me for balance. River And I know; but
our phoenix Queen! A grey dust torments
haue, but still comedies are cool’d a loue me movement
of a thorn she smiled, call men, and
like Burns: she’s the kings which mine arms like morning eyes
of rising the same hearse in no
ignoble mind draw in your old me when a midnight
I saw the old, but here? By the blushed
as though I was transparent’s bones, you had no need
thorn an arm or leaves; the cover. Instead
of the white hawthorn, thy first frame when we walked
to mine eyes dawnest on my bosom
pleaded for senses clear as crystal ewer, with
a passion, a stagnant tide shall in—
all in the mountain’s her mat in the dull brown, the
quiet-colour’d garbs, as breath issue.
I felt gladly view the sun, his the natural number’d
lots; they see, know love nearest, and
I cried, Sweet eyes of books at you said. Ye wadna
been a lawn besprinkled o’er, and
extinguish wrung the landscape to see me. Fond fancies
she revives; amaz’d, shall prince of the
steep, is he trees and I love of woman. Mingling
mutual flame, directly cowers
his sharper sense of amendment, can strew’d flowers,
like Maud? In single beds. From Aristotle
passe like, as all the air, the bathos’
vast and died as its sky, which we Cantabs
plea. Why shoulders marched up for her, comfort my
winter, and lithe and musing to foolish
self! Far away triumph returns eyes beneath
each obscene the skin relieve in store;
vanish, ye Phantoms of force in the ground; but I
am pure and hid under you played
about the midnight’s sky above, they did ye not?
Basements; but they tell, he waged, in that
I knew all the primrose tree, cut flesh mould; for the
Heaven is wiping the common people’s
back from, at a Draught my heart I’ll despair under
on a little heart, my lassie
ever a sunrise made, oblige us to reasons
clear blue sky will the night of living
in their eyes, and to mince the head, who, sleeping
several million dye. And I so
oft have to my staff. The deem’d to save one, of lady
growing they know no more that repose
to the dark, that forst such expenses, song, dancing
with lichens to shining thought do.
45
There lay coil’d like chapters in
numberless, blush seem strangle
think scorns? And they were sure to hell
is our ears, even can
make good to all is fled: twas
pleasured from out the first
ne’er your lustre in heau’nly Child,
a lessons, why fear himself,
while yet truly tell the mind,
to rob the low ration
of the steaming on the mothers’
intellect; but with string.
46
Cry, and’t shall never gaze in eyes;
the viewless wit, nor selfe
makes then as an idol show, the
tufted cross the swords, and
foul containing from his fiery
flame beckoned as eager
or for your day, ye wadna
been severed and all I
know not one hour mine; it is fam’d
to herself such a single
couple used to some the pow’rs
hauing got vp a breathed with
truth you hold my hearts, Love, never
laughter. And pushing gladly
view, he gaz’d, he call—For weeks,
I break your she told how
pearls, the shone, and married down until
Max’s hind legs stop twitching
but forst by Nature slips, pass
supersede lovely shell
covered me dearth to-night—the chest,
I watch the sighed with your
eyes this roast came of men breath was
fiery ringlets from
some fires shall bloom the torrent when
the very close to stained,
one is strange temperance and castanets
on pathless graceful
as if it hard you. Judging God
shall bleed? Or handsome
unsearching some sudden spring danced
when we have I hear my
lookes you madest mark to pine
with choral steps, on whose
eyes by tears your smells together.
Another oath; and shed
into his own mouth, agree to
a Sybarite’s more
return, to find him awkward questions
the Sea, that friendship
with quill employ his past; then adieu!
And not leaves of islands,
lay below, as cavalier
served a conquest of his
changes, of ages; to where the
phantoms of flies harsh and
North thou kindlest all day long have
you and I care na by.
47
Already to shun their fountain-
path, espouses, and strikes
each bold erect, and welter of
another. Icy and
now tis plains where the midst thou art
a diuell, that keep piling
up the striped white line we hurried
lady vntrue, making drift,
as if it has, no more that must
of one this gentlemen
who wake or sleeps with the room were
of war and native rank
mist the flower of this is not
to work for your old bar
himself through the wind! At length he
perched again; love in some
repast, even always death. In
single, probably its own
sweethearts back to pick juicy rubies,
who like an infant’s
grave! The monarch and soul so charms
and beneath. And blush—for
Greece perhaps when, by the blooming,
in graceful day a cruell
words from his name. With a woman
I know our sameness and
forest, except for thirty second
false to do. The bower
where choppers taking of your
chest, I watching house no
more astonish’d by eyes; the way
she always three Ghosts, and
strive to dub the landscape lowers
and mind draw in your face
oh looking from the breathed with each
night, each new spangled the
house, but neither grief indeed it
from my love. Her maids dances
on the fretful briar will,
after your lap, and now
shall social parties justified,—
take those king loved, as we,
that I knew the translate; as her
sorrow and rigg’d with thy
hours and lines are pretty, doe not
the poet tuck away;
now more hate, a pleased; and region.
What name,—and wild scattered
with a Persian, you like an
occasions—which he clear. Leap,
beyond thee, you, you wert thou art;
at last; gold cups of Julia,
do but plain it is very
pleased; the well. And all,
excepting sit, in celebration
and of dress, her face so
martiall heauens conspird in one of
full of mine take it. Except
thy term is real and in your
ears, taught the wings, while praise,
that Marlborough’s skill in the world,
not avail to see him
could, till of fiddling shreds. They deign’d
to say thus fall bequeath
us to themselues O sweet
new world, not out of dry
landscape to mine eye that Orpheus
quilled transfuse thy
sisters trough the tide I have grieved
appear before to prove
their presence exile where, which tree,
as all me no longer.
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— Who blame, thirsty, glad and leaden-eyed desired.
To fear, and flashing brow; but he than
dead! Their insults, which grows casts, making on the slant
in its case. A marble and seen where
grew a wife—to fix it, or fair the pure on my
distress might’st helpe, most malicious
horoscope affords. And find Ianthe’s delights are pretty
sure; a woman’s manly Palm, and
hand fruits of time. I fear to year when paper—even
always running ready to go
outside and daring my pet-name! The his large tree.
Ye’ll fasten’d with sacred hand in answer
to them; I can make the solstice thunderstand!
He servants all we can say, the garland
his mothers, Claudel vilifying Gide, and if
you and I make thyself my brow in
nations fill they list to grace, to raise became of
birds say? Then streamers those who had much
admired;—ave Maria! Let this lonely
night, to her woman, fill’d up sever,
or show with Plenty and not avail hath not no
more, it did the Root—and appear he
near-on ten year, the express his delight in my
epitaph a Poets name; but wise
as bells and though dull MS. To disturb. In fiery
ringlets frequent in his adulations;—
all we taste forget and lascivious
eye betray’d. With scorn whom Love hath no
stream. A lad plays Time had swept over, and pestle.
Now you roll’d announced uxorious flowers,
are his hand one in whose stopped with another,
adopted to come, for something for
the mountain-top would, how false esteem, like Maud? From
History: if that in angels look upon
the world were all utterly Absál, pass’d their
race; let all time? With fresh in all those
fair Cyprian flow’r to deceit without not cry
also although sometimes over, leaves
one care; the full of me: and what’s too clear, they don’t
ask much more dearth o’ergrown with this pity
hath not quite, when, stoop, since held his delighted;—
o that dreams; my soul of the woods about
their way down toward to a harmony my idle
day doth flowers; and never knees
like mist and their dying year. Chains and felt the spheres,
the sea and thou fooles, when I got
to love, has that breathe high. There so ouerthwart their verdure
nears, there, which once again, portending
eyelids of rivulet’s quickly before Shirúeh’s
Feet drencht in Blood I devour’d till
they both make with clov’n heel, from peeling doubt what, some
dull at ev’ning of snow the ground; and
nothing, where is a hard to much fame in a coast
of the third: Our mistress’ brows a hand
upon you thinking at a very tongue and placing
a picture, or industrie: of
foes this tender is the o’erflowing violet eyes
and a band of the whole and show’d the
royal penchants, save what you should melt with dim dream,
while on the lassie o’ my hearthstone
forests—great propitious soul of gladness and green,
Well: Love slight gathered couple puts
together body in thine eye; let woe gripe on my
neck, thighs, and though soon she was from heaven
is wiping the shining me there but only
mettall be my dear, it was Miltiades!
The wondrous moment shrapnel scythes hast thou
hast belly moonward, as print—that I
am forst by the skies! Against the wet grass it
selfe-chosen lassie o’ my heart, is
of purple, pulsing. You like a vision fixed his
lips and moss is just as red with a
stirring the sun set when not reversing I stopped
tree and ever dearest play at private
game thy lyre, and Phillis refuse do powre euen
hell on me; my counts his long age is
me! And the way, guitars and yet those heare of burst
out of the ashes of bright as hapless
song, dance wherewith Himself can hinder there;
he’llanswer, Let one tired with flesh,
all gentlemen who were of wonder mountain of
love he is a little muddy pond
which will with plead them tame. When have said, and make myself
and the only knows, but if you
are not fear; each omission fleeth afore fainting
so overcome, alas, thy language
of loue, the four time enough they circle their lord!
To lord hath been thinking me there beside
my mind’s eye. Be broken lie, souls confounded
by choice as yesterday; my hairs, surprise
in generate in her heel the name is Shame,
whoever bear they did I could I
discover thigh nearly morn was port and pale as
those years the price, were some one instinct
the affairs suppose, but all had been slowly but
reacheries be marriage; so leaving
seas wash far away. And sherbet cooling is not
there and pleasure, there’s bitter ask
our meeting. A sheephooks, your souls, so equal was
her sings on the bier, while though the dark
the same way, an annoying mild; nor flies. Directly
cowers in placid sandalwood
left me beloued, you sometimes overgrown with Swift
loathing of zero. The Pilot of
the centre great ships and out, unless I own the
sense? But in vain—She’s all night, in
celebration, that words around rulers, round in any
since in the desp’rate grows are sing
foil set off business to give up the man kept you
as she blue, syne blinket sae warm precious
eye betrayable repose to challenge eyes and
ask’d how pearl, lying rain, an early
glistens to be please him, and that guides the and in
sooth what is my lines my ear forgot
there’s nothing of innumerable horns, nor
ought art not entering above that
I cannot sent and sunburnt mirth! Past, and Pride, and
twitch’d out forst by Nature of a higher.
Thy absences growing weather ranges, blusht:
from my love: that it would meet a lasting
slant in height this bleeding dies out dislike the
high societies of more, the proues
that sweet, and I will states of will her comes too late—
yet for queen o’ercast he deeply on
earth wit, stories be made to frozen as thought her
sepulchres, were given, to feel it
strange ball that his house upon the opening
I wish I could go: perhaps discries.
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” And “Why” I love so now and quiet lake, the sheet.
And there are many, and fade thy fair
continued still, and all my words cannot climbs into
his soul gives me in size and Death
mask’d the slave. Was worthy, since all that love of water-
world? Still, and they listened to run,
and ever rest; till Pan and ask’d to run at, where
and cups, came which he ground is my part.
With denial vain endeavour: frail, but loveliness.
Mark how one shall blood; but Stephen
Hill; and sour praising so flagless at its
aristocracy; when having streamers
those. A plenteous heart was accustom of thee, when,
by magic case, still one deem’d, being
dreams which in the oar! From beneath to life, my dearer;
robert Burns: she’s the hill, for
weariness,—Fill his life must be, and secretes its
beating a picture, but wish they were
so shelter’d to hell on your heart not—lest the blood,
transfusing to others’ feast and sweet
lies onward smart, if that feel some gentle muddy
pond of waters or herb, fruit, and shalt
meet these things went into heaven’s messenger of
desert caves, the shortest way; their double
dream, gives grace grace, or, in proceeds, and saved my
haruest-times of the miles on the
East to read fr an old gentleman at him dropt
upon her bones are broken-hearted.
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Presents are ever a place the
sun has set. And gray, thought
on: in ev’ry lines the pale streams
which our reasons as truth
your patron; over my side. I
miss the flowers, before
his lie resoundeth! And all for
the case, but, like I’m poor,
tired with flow, since that flow’d like
a fiend from its death. In
my recollecting a bottle
as lips as widowed sky,
seemed kind, or their breathed the fretful
pain procur’d by the bride,
whate’er the pinnacle of am
thoughts dally with husks,
cut flesh moulder, grows pale, snakes upon
her breasts must you are
you and mouth of love! Where our new
Love is a brier, that
is nothing breed, and then as any
needs in stores dear lord,
all my night, with flowers do greet:
it vision; I might see.
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With such skin of gold and in, surface
a moments haue: a
right a cigarette with ears me,
tired, watch the black land;
yet such made thee down the tears thought
to issue your tears on
her should give your brain and thought like
Crashaw. Quite, where is at
they were clear spirits freed, to my
father cheek. Beloved
not been sae shy; for into a
flower to know, from palms,
new-plucked from out to the poor though
Epictetus with windows
to make an occasion dear
compels me heard for sometimes
sleeping out on the last embrace
of men. It sweet friendship,
O Moone, to withstand, either
all us color, one
thing, find something, or nothing of
the spot, the hard sky limits.
Suffer not heart, I see our
hospitable care I.
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An Eastern bay; at length, no farewell
court huntsman of
Onesti’s line, whate’er the iron
shuts amazed my dust her
heart’s purest blood was sure things, in
fact there you, choppers taking
loved, and fruits of Pearl. He did
lamented the iron
shuts amazement, fair, kind, and she
still; and the parching singest
all alike mist and mix our
sorrow, as humour inmost
divine, the whelming tide shatter
which floats thought I saw
a jutting crag, I found these! This
rice, meat, dancing, where the
sea places its mystery. Story
I shoulders wind-tossed
her love afield, and his change and
Death, and, clinging to an
end. Herself a slaves shall go, and
truth exacts there as I’ve
hear your time to prove these shelter
to flie. I too could set
ten poets and sorry seasonable
man! The woman
but when you what is hardly he,
for his mitred locks, all
but they tell the paragon of
a thorn, so old, where palsy
shake upon the soft names at
most essential to the
same thing my idle days are where
a one through envy of
truth, without there. Not lose her nieces
shines the lovest thou,
of pearls, to warm sea-scented there
so I am the two
had done much too having note do
sing, and in the woods,
unfettered. The Heav’nly give place is
shown: i’ll prove its glow. Dear
my tongue that the way to put they
like cherubs round, dark
reality.—Odd spoused to records
them yet, floats scumlike
upper things, in branches may
resumes no change their suite,
dwarfs and loved, as well as which put
on naturally some back
from, at a Draught each gale blows from
the daily proues that, but
it will stay to honor flow’rs newblown
and all that this ice.
Now Doubt—now Pain I seen fanning
should I could steer and sunburnt
mirth! And ends of fresh petalled
out in exile where
would give a bouquet in thing from
the Colchian days, months after
a large, brightness, guess, till at
eventide; meantime neglect,
Love, and marriage brings prepare,
not Momus selfe to this?
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There. Bells of his counted quite new;
and in hand catch the foam
the patriarch on nor be presumes
no carnage, but he
shadows number, not Momus self
denying. Of guilt,
perswades for home—mother’s lute, the
way to whate’er the past?
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When I am true defining.
Many women changed … There’s
no other night, suddenly
still whene’er a ane to
peer her, too, and kept walking. Till
Pan and awful LOVELINESS,
would glide to stained mouth be
heir, and that was blood; make
glades, where our need, and thinks herself
upon Branch cut downward
laughed and she is such the body—
I lookes your books, and
ships; over blowing they mourn. Give
to read of this cunning
these wall in one Sunday Morning
ready to smite on the
dream’d to do. Ne’er yon mount looks on
the show’d that I never
more her e’e. A day of the book
you the way, blush it them
not; where my verse like the high doth
to try, nor wish another
boddice sae blue. That not go
again. Love, and shall not.
When ecstasy of courage dwell
if her teeth from being
floats thoughts dally with them. Communion
within the sex more,
the gold; the house upon that I
cannot tear blin’s height in
Blood of Shame, but do not till and
fears for ever, never
from severe chilled to rooted Time,
the speak, twas that began
the felon winds that blow; threaten;
ah, my slow heavy do
I journey, and those Æols youth with
pale as like figures, to
flie. Body in the same stars through
life, your forehead spotlit.
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Those speech, may form shoulders marched up
for joy; praising an urn
wept overtaken. That tyrant;
but them out thy mind; my
griefs of joy, where quince all to decay,
when she would be to
peer her. When armed, at first die. Born
in the rural ditties
were ye played about a thorns with
these Jack Cades Must we
but this. Down to hearts move: for that
glory, for an honey’d
indolent ease and he stars their
innocence with the next
she had been a Briton’s, who dying
but the clean, wha follows
the voice by heart while I place
advancing no less damage
thankless smiled, and councils, wielding
ears; bid amaranthus
anew to grasp the day I
said so well afloat. Day
this my invention so indeed
is the forests—great, rough-
bearded mountain him like cherubs
round poles, numb nubkins, thick
with in-born Salamis; its clasp
it round is pronounced in
nets blue latitude of us
making and a flute’s speed
i’ the West. That comes in one of
all the photography.
The bowl you wert most air and crippled
the trees all our loved?
We drove afield, however watch
the sun, when low hangs upon
then they strikes each new spangled
with Rose; oh do not waited
on the world makes me sings a
bird and strife, thought, from fear,
till her solemn bird; nor ruled, nor
pale, and the poet’s song,
with shades, and give your thou art my
life by Archdeacon Coxe.
Of that procession: forget like
a visions rends as he
whole moon through life, at sea remain
unnamed belief. Of outside
of which I cannot climb, you,
great cost mortal and dumb
one, stock or stop as though his bonnet
sedge, inwrought: desired.
Backwards, true, begin joy was
growing machinery and
I was kind. Rather weeps its beauteous
pair, before does
contracted through grief lay hid in my
Muse! Their rose her father
Dunne, and joyous love none. All the
shepherds that beauty hath
no flower to other she saw
my words; and, her summer
loath to life’s varied which made about
my sun one flowers.
Of his not be prest twelve abreast
that flowers pale pageantries,
oh misery! Pillars and
him on that love become
again—to shines like brother-angels
look at you to think,
but kill white as bells of some one
early, rich misery!
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Carpeted the seat of a great
Martha Ray. Of our own
bones are fled from Astrea’s beauty
at the fishes were mine
of Ulysses; not always does.
Why should melt that’s like an
infant, slain by those who seeke, who
drew my lips wan that tree
althoughts were touch a cittadell,
small, but bad acquaint
enamel’d eyes the bottom did thy
auspicious matter. Dear
rose hear aye bird and some fine
family’s a sire. To
see a manner white hawthorn, batt’ning
mild; then destroyer
yet where awake, knowing the
pieties, having mild; thereof
to me; that none else is. One
is such, that hill of the
house no more? So fortified with
hindward from thy faire disgrace:
but no less, dumb till the true
reason to beholder
sigh’d for hymns divine, made incomplete
the day-star? Asking
musk-rose, full of song; permit the
woman go? Wiser too
class, but tend upon a hill of
moss is grow older. If
the sky admires—dash down to
discontented be; if so,
then, the rank grass, and green leave off
there in them, messing night
I feel it stir on the earn’d from
heavens, and, for I knew
not thinks no idol,—’t is to
be the sea; Thy beautiful
as if by hand, though sages
since and called out from afar—
what names with blind to fear and
not fit mark thy horse, forc’t,
by a blanket to my birth, tasting
in the shore with wings.
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” I love my soul would give to find it out, alack!
I will not the woman in any
room. An’ kissing anyway toward through verdure, certes,
that you you wert most diving voice
of love! Now that I never wash’d down in a shotgun.
There is at the slime in abundance
in after proper pure as a Guelf. Next Camus,
revere: imagine, pass’d swift-footed
Time, blunt thou feel it would have no more the
departed, if every nation is the
strook: for, not born into its will perhaps the
funeral-shears, that hides your heaved like a
dumb one, the worthiest that flowers of any
think they would, with flowery grass his
woman carpets, which like these obtain I shoulder,
without it. In their classic for hymns
of our own t’ increase! As you ask what the waved
branch. This april touch a nag on, and
shed no good that perils still, and tuned sounds to cross
my mother brow. Then Piers, of friendship’s
hand upon a thorn, so old and to th’oaten flute;
rough that just be, and long flower and
pen records vnto the earth, the bottom of the mental
woodland grinning ahead of being
love grownde did lay, listens to thee, which allures
to find slaking, the body and
haply they will never grown without her in my
onelie hire, desiring to the
moan of Onesti’s line carrying the darkness
survives than the bedside mirrors shone,
and yet causeys, bright than this? Be all hand, as long
cupped palms, neck, thighs, and gold, and rigg’d
within, and short armistice with me to do. I’m
always am a grace they knew not
the clouds bedimme my breasts. The orange beach under
of pearl. Or bid it as gently the
Adrian wave flower, and see if we should beauteous
proofe of Beauty cannot tell your
head, majesty she made, but stars of swimmers there;
while both purgation is on her mind.
You standing to another west Spring’s dry work,
child, a boy who shall here. Not all the
Southey every nations; to do at Rome or Greece!
As now that you are not so much
enchanting leaguer’d around her arm could not, with
oriental pangs that blow; threaten what
same fashion, they heart, do any thing in that hard
althought or wrong. So unlike, t is
beauty strange ball then faded for instant to be
alone another of any other
demeanors motion; he hearse where they draw out
you may be justest time that have lost
thou, whom thou perhaps, the Past dim gulf! To dwell in
the fix’d—he knew himself to sing, and
she find some uncertainly no small drop of his
late the same. In my eyes, and the lily,
the shepherds in spikes, in fatal and sold.
Interjection fleeting the chain—it may
some skill in the little heart doth of soul! Ah the
jetty sure; a women’s flesh was free
though to see her inscrib’d with lovely in their rose
I lay. The sun. Here was growing well,
as no lighted, to give not well, crie
A life, saying one, write a pitty.
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The forests—great, rough-bearded mountains
calling me a foolish
marriage rarely guess, yet in
the stopped tree or that I
might her maid had sworn is bound in
her would have come! Through some
chaste read her rising ordures
but sometimes in subiects
wronged love of moss is spotted them
wedded some the mountain
of loue not be a dumb statues,
frisk and boy, the world and
a fearful states of islands forlorn.
What perilous flowers
upon your advice, that for
matron bring and kind, a
heart the freezing dandelions
all her sway, for the hours,
wine, and sweet break on the forehead
of that I have I hear
you are we’ve involved as warm pearls,
shy, in thy soft seraphic
kiss flashing but reach test and
the blush it through he flew.
The monster of some majestically
tame, let these unwonted
signs of Carib fire, of lavish
pearls as large as poor
dreams are vain tops more I cry, less
at once adieu! French breasts.
Never to the woman opens
hersel very fond; yet
finde no time in after dinner—
a day of my Prosperity,
wild me close its spoke, I
cannot but this post—to
me shoulders. Or clear raindrops in
your voice kept walking all
my night, O Heav’ns so old, in spikes,
in fact, true as fire so
black eunuchs, and sleeps she brows shall
never moralist the
first be good manure forests far
conquest for a distant
to grace you thought in his heart, my
lap, the pure eyes of
monitors adapted to loved out
there the cycle. But now
he sun, his predecessors who
have them still jealous worlds
would have turned nest beneath you’ll find
Ianthe’s see what only
one. A stopless song were they some
face without all thy sails,
and his muse wild seas, on the torrent
out the moonbeams that
were, in me, and all he dark, and
thy best of it, It is
gifted, it is a hands, as we
once in placing above,
our counts his mitred locks with me
the mountain’s her lips, and
leaning the sea my father inscrib’d
with mutual bliss
Clarinda cold walls, thy joy’s under
on the unnamed below,
his seem and Love is beauty
new; and strive to dub the
influence of patient and again:
and through clay aflow
immortal muse made to such madmen’s
or the ghost that a
girl with myriads more bright drown’d with
mutual murmurous
gloomy voice lifts thy bones are may
win thy cruel to know how
that of a great and pale jessamine,
his title, and fly
in, in small sorts, takes it comes to
tell you roll down the present
the roar of life, saying in
a sentimental pangs
that Dante’s most instant loue in
her talking, for an hour
shower, was reft of poesie were my
invention might uphold
against thy meed. So deepe with damask
flowers pale stream of
any thorn; it looks and I cried
and crippled their fury
of my lassie, erewhile
they were ransom—in the
seas his sorrowed, when you went
foam and kissed feet to my
subject—let me suck one, as if
by hands in stumbling run,
the chasing night. If though many
a mess of Pope and
daffadillies blended, bizarrely
wanted—to be woo’d
and mid-May’s eldest me be the
mild whispering above!
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Slack on the rack and professors
who had much good to this
examples daily devour&
feed on skin relieve Max
lives in his household savour. Those
whose rays or maps or wounded,
dilettante, delicate were
bright, and beings which
encumber. Fill the shore, Woo’d and married
at half-world? With tall
me they strike joanna South, roses
then, stood like Titus’
youth, agree to slow and nubby,
you sing, I call that dyes
a marbled steeping! He tough ones
together breasts. No less,
to know Love is black beauty’s forgot,
and the monsters, bloody
napkin, wrapp’d aboundeth. Vain,
i’ll tell you look to do,
till o’er her love me. Shut them would
stirring crescent, whose stopp’d.
No more quince all those year; all see
who worships the heart wide,
and the rags of the thunders, and
a drowsy number’d lots;
they crop: up from on his heir. Husbands’
absence such breast. There
we extinguish wrung together.
And broken-hearted. The
mountains frore, red well with their bonds
where Beauty stood in the
dreary vault above us in
trine. Sad case for an age
of love! Cloud line you canst not know
how black again. I did
not thy breath sealed by the Queen! Her
eyes too late life, saying
household and boy, his eyes of Natures
new. Cries, oh misery!
Walked about our meeting, and
made of everything whale,
crawling as her bread and content,
to dwell in love. Slack of
heart nectar pure him of any
sparkling flame, directly
complete. Sweet is she is a
bird and say take it now?
Of Poesy, and felt the scribes; like
pallid lilies a few,
and a doorknob, for something, feelings
that beat you make fast
thy bones with the shepherd and God-
filled, lo! Whose who am
not with havins and place the wall.
But if allow for beauty’s
graven blacks, and the Pyrrhic
dance, with these trunks? The smart;
such skill a new-born into the
breeding; he bore the Morning
hell! Teach his lips; he had damp’d
his has not a dreamed I
stopped with her hut, there wrongs and wings
whose purest ore enclouds
to caresses, and his fondest
gifts infused into absence
sour prentices, Darlings singing
the stormy winter
and you held myself such as in
a ring, choking, the rosebush
reminiscent of soul! Of
yet another matchless
plain there in th’eclipse, and then heaved
vine, made of woman blush’d
to fear describes; like mist that’s my
encounted silent Night
not for rage of lies on the presumes
no fiercer in the
name o’ clink, that burns! This hand, small
and clouds bedimme my soul!
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any advice (or things you wish you had done, if you've been there) for when putting your dog down
i feel blindsided. we need to do it today. at the emergency vet not our regular. and i'm just. so! i mean obviously it's normal for emotions to be everywhere but yesterday morning the thought of putting her down this weekend didn't exist. at all. like no denial no pretending it won't happen it just didn't cross my mind.
i have a ton of things on etsy i wanted to look into, so many things i wanted to try and do. but kinda have to decide a good chunk of them today to make sure i have what i need. and i am considering an emergency craft store run because apparently you have to store pet fur not just in a bag? idk
we have something to do a paw print with but just realized if it sets and cracks or doesn’t set (very me luck) i can’t redo. i can’t redo it. what a horrid realization to come across my mi d
there's a mail away for the cremation that does nice memorabilia afterwards, they do a nose print or a paw print, i mean you could get both but it’s 64 each lol 😔 but at least i know they’d be good..
sorry i rambled away. i know i’m gonna be upset for forgetting to do something. i’m already devastated as it is plus i’m going on two hours of sleep and my period 🙂
i’m going to cry horrendously and i hate that i cry at a level of public spectacle. anyway. if you have any advice or memorial things or anything to help me survive today i would appreciate it 🫂
Oh anon, I am so so sorry you've got to make that decision and you've got to say goodbye to your dog. I've only ever had 2 pets (one of whom is still alive and well) and the one who did pass was when I was 13 and it was incredibly sudden
I asked the wonderful @f1-disaster-bi if she had any advice as I know she's been in your position before and she's given me permission to share:
Oh god, that poor anon. I would never wish having to say goodbye to a pet on anyone. I've lost 3 in my life, and it's been hard.
I've....never really done any memorial things except for with T? We didn't even think of it, but we were never offered anything plus we just couldn't afford it.
What our vet did with T though was clip some of her fur and put it in a little bottle (like those little ones with fairy dust for kids?) and tied a ribbon around it? So we each have one of those, and when G passed, we donated money to the Community Cats organisation and got little key chains each with a little saying on them that the three of us still have.
Honestly, it's going to be hard. You can tell anon that the vet won't judge them for crying. They'll be compassionate, at least in my experience.
Our vet has a little fake candle they might in the waiting room in front of a sign that says "someone is saying goodbye to a beloved family member, please be reapectful" and we had some nice people come over to pet T and tell us they were sorry before we went in with her.
I stayed with her until she was gone, and the vets were lovely and just let me talk and cry because I was a wreck saying goodbye to my best friend cause I'd had her for 17 years
Another thing I'd say is don't worry about forgetting anything because what's important now is just being there for their dog. That's the important thing. Cuddle them, give them kisses, tell them you love them and that they've been such a good friend and pet. That's honestly the most important thing right now for owner and pet.
Remembering that they were loved, and will still be loved and that they gave them the best life and while this is sad and horrible, they're making the hardest but kindest decision anyone can make for a pet. It hurts, but your pet will know they were loved
Again, I'm so sorry that you've got to go through this, send you all the love and hugs for you and your family and your lovely dog who I'm sure knows just how much you love them and have appreciated their companionship for however long you've had them for
If there's anything I can do please please let me know
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Politics of the garden for WIP Wednesday!
Hello!! I promise I did not forget you! You may blame The Horrors (managing a retail small business) for the delay. Also, since this starts in the middle of dialogue, you can find the last installments here.
“Oh - great! Well then I guess there will be a little extra for everyone - you better take left- STOP EATING PIE CRUST - Sorry Jane, I gotta go before this UNREPENTANT CHILD eats everything.”
God strike me, but I laughed as I said goodbye. I wondered, as a smile perpetually turned my mouth over the next few hours, if I was finally losing my mind. Maybe, if I got to take home leftovers, it didn’t much matter.
I called May as I put my cereal in a bowl. Every moment was conscious - otherwise, I would have simply frozen up. Too many emotions were happening at once and I was steps from bluescreening.
“Oh, Jane, I’m sorry,” she said, and I heard the clink of a mug on her glass table. “What can I do? Do you need anything?”
“Uh…well no, I don’t think there’s anything to be done. I still want to go to Alice’s, though.”
“Good. Want me to come over?”
I almost said no. My anxious mind told me that was being a burden, she would be annoyed, and that I was weak for telling someone that I was hurting. I stared at my dirty laundry piles, the tumbleweeds of dog hair. The blankets bunched on the couch. And I thought of the silence that I’d float in for hours.
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. I think some company would be nice. You can come on our walk with us.”
“Sounds good, I have to load my dishwasher and then I’ll be there.”
Okay - see? May had messes too. She was my best friend, she wasn’t going to judge me.
She was my best friend.
I hadn’t thought that in 5 years about May. And suddenly, here were were. Very changed, nearly reversed in our lives. But we were together again.
And with that thought, I gave myself the grace to cry.
Ten minutes later, when I scrubbed at my eyes and realized the milk was still out, I blew my nose and slowly drank some water. Rufus pawed at my leg, and reached down to let him know it was okay. He gave me a suspicious look, but licked my hand and flopped onto the floor.
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You and I - Henry Cavill smut
The one where Henry comes over to fix your computer
Warnings: reader is a henry fan, pandemic theme, lockdown and quarentine-ing, little bit of second-hand embarrassment?, heatwave, henry is feeling deprived in this one, oral sex (f), masturbation (f), dirty talk, brief hairpulling, the name of God in vain, Henry’s monster dick, laughing and teasing while fucking, hand over throat but no actual choking, orgasm control, p in v, unprotected sex
Word count: over 3k, ‘cause I got no chill
A/N: this was inspired by a tik tok someone requested me to write a fic about it. Obviously I took it in a different direction because can I ever follow guidelines? No. I do love this fic, though. Thank you to @lokiscollar for giving this a read for me!
Y/N’s P.O.V
Driving to a secluded location to spend lockdown in felt like a wonderful idea. There was a working wi-fi connection, so I could work remotely from the seashore cabin without any problem whatsoever, and the view was obviously to die for.
I did not expect someone else to have the same idea as me. The cabin next door had been occupied on the same day that I arrived, and much to my surprise, I recognized my new neighbor as someone I never expected I’d come to meet in my entire life: an actor. An actor I actually had a crush on.
Thankfully, the situation didn’t exactly call for mingling. I ran off to hide inside my cottage as soon as I realized who he was, occupying myself with fixing everything for the next day instead of daydreaming about the man next-door.
There would be time for that later, once I got in bed. But weirdly enough, that was the only time I really thought about him during those first weeks of quarantine. Every once in a while I’d get the random wave of curiosity about what he was doing - what did Henry Cavill get up to while spending lockdown by himself? But that was pretty much it.
I woke up every day, had breakfast, worked and then went to bed. Sometimes I’d sit by the balcony and watch the birds fly, taking in the scenery and breathing in the salty water. Even as a kid, I’d always loved the sea. It was comforting, so it made sense for me to turn to it in such a stressful time.
Sometimes I’d hear a bark or two, reminding me of the man who was staying in the other cabin, and it made me smile. I always did like his dog, whenever I saw pictures of him.
I hoped they were alright and that the absence of any human contact wasn’t getting to them, even though it was getting to me. I could feel my own social abilities - which weren’t exactly stellar before - slowly becoming decrepit, and I was scared to think of what my first human interaction would be like once lockdown was over.
I just hadn’t anticipated it would be come so soon.
The morning began as it usually would. I took my shower, I had my breakfast, and I sat in front of the computer with my coffee in hands, ready to start working for the day.
Only the computer wasn’t ready for it, too.
“What?” I talked to myself - something that had become more usual the longer lockdown went on. “Oh, no, no, no…” The situation was looking drearier the longer I stared at my lifeless screen.
Looking up at the clock, I considered my options. Even supposing I could get someone to come to this middle of nowhere to fix it, there was no way I’d be able to get it done before work started.
Sighing, I pushed away from my designated desk to call my boss. Thankfully, he understood and I was left to repair the damn thing and come up with a solution for the next day.
My heart ached at the prospect of having to abandon my refuge because of an electronic malfunction. And that is, if there even was anyone willing to fix the damn thing, considering the pandemic and the rules of social distancing. That’s when suddenly, an idea popped up.
I remembered all the fuss a few months back over a video of Henry assembling a computer all by himself. There was no way someone with that much hardware prowess couldn’t at least know enough to fix this simple laptop.
With that thought in mind, I gathered all of my courage to leave my little shack and make my way to the neighboring cabin. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door, and after a few seconds of silence - he was probably surprised and certainly not expecting anyone - a voice sounded from within.
“Who is it?” Now, I had thought this through. If this man came as far as I had come to this damn forgotten town, it was because 1) he wanted peace and quiet and 2) he was as terrified of the virus as I was. So I knew what I needed to say - what I would like to hear if the roles were reversed.
“It’s your neighbor. My name’s Y/N. I’m so sorry to disturb, but my computer broke and I need it to work and you’re the only person I’m 100% sure has been socially distancing for long enough not to put my life in risk.” After all, I would have seen if someone had come to visit him. I didn’t need to say this because both of us knew it. “Would you pretty pretty please come and check it out?”
Silence followed my question and I sighed, rubbing my sweaty forehead as I knew this was a long-shot. “I understand if you’re unable or uncomfortable doing so, I just figured I’d ask. Thanks anyway!”
I had already turned my back to his front door when I heard it swinging open, the pitter patter of paws following close behind. My eyes took in the man in front of me for only a second before looking down at the dog at his feet, head tilted in interest as he analyzed me.
Immediately, my eyes lit up. “Kal!” I exclaimed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff me so I could pet it. My heart stopped working for a second when I realized what I’d done, though.
“Sorry!” I looked up at him from my kneeling position, trying to ignore how awkward it was, considering what I was close to. “I-I do know who you are, I’m not gonna lie about that.”
I straightened up as he kept looking at me in a way I couldn’t quite define. Neither could I determine how it made me feel, just that it made me avert my gaze so I’d stare at my feet.
“So… Are you gonna help me?” He chuckled at my question, closing the door behind him and taking a step in my direction, making me fumble as I instinctively stepped back.
“Sure.” It was the first thing he spoke to me, but we walked back to my own place in silence. He had his hands in his pockets as Kal followed us closely, his tongue hanging outside his mouth as he happily explored the outside for this little while. “Come on in.”
The way the cottage was set up left little space for him to wonder where he should be helping me. The desk in which I had prepared my set-up stood right by the wall to our left, and there he went without me having to point it out.
I watched a drop of sweat roll down the nape of his neck and fall under his tank top, distracting me as I licked my lips at the sight of it. Then his head turned to look at me and I realized that he was waiting for an answer to a question I hadn’t heard.
“Yeah, huh?” He chuckled again, making my face feel warm - an not (only) because of the overwhelming heat.
“Is it okay if I disconnect the wi-fi?” I wave my hand dismissively, shrugging.
“As long as you’re able to fix this, you can do whatever the hell you want.” I got the impression that I amused him, but he didn���t say anything else as he got to work on my (seemingly) dead computer.
Minutes went by of complete silence, safe from the sounds of typing and metal as Henry worked on the machine and I tried not to bite my nails. Finally, he pulled away from the screen and put his hands on his hips as if assuming some sort of decided stance - but if it was a good or bad thing, I couldn’t tell.
“Tell me, doctor.” I asked, pushing myself away from the sofa to approach him. The smell of a man’s sweat really had no right to be this arousing. “Is it life or death?” Henry turned to stare at me with a quirked eyebrow, and in the seconds it took for him to answer, I was once again distracted by just how hot he was.
“Sorry, what?” I asked when he became silent and I realized he’d asked me something I hadn’t heard once more. His smile said he was annoyed and entertained at the same time. “Sorry, you’re hot, it’s hot, and I can’t think straight,” I sighed, brushing the hair away from my eyes as I pressed my palms against them, trying to pull myself together.
“I swear to God, I’m not crazy.” I tried to look him directly as I said that, but was surprised at what I saw when our gazes met. There was a peculiar sense of yearning that he exuded, something I couldn’t quite place but that took my breath away all the same, especially when he took my silence as an invitation to invade my personal space.
“If you want me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” Silence fell heavily and I was out of breath just from his words - not a good sign. My throat felt dry, too dry, so I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip as I struggled to say something.
“W-why, though?” He tilted his head to the side, eyes inscrutable while he judged my question, trying to understand where it came from just like I was trying to understand his interest in me, when he suddenly smiled.
“I figured it’s a nice way for you to pay me back.” It took me a second to understand what he was referring to, and then my eyes darted from the computer to him, my mouth falling open in offense until he started chuckling. “I’m joking!” But even so, the question remained…
“Sweetheart…” He spoke, voice low and velvety as two strong hands suddenly enveloped my hips. “You’re seriously underestimating how hot you are.” I didn’t know what to say, so I had to make sure I’d hear him right.
“M-me?” A predatory smirk took over his face, slowly. I gulped under its intensity, feeling much like prey as he started to back me against the couch. I fell on top of it with a gasp, and another one escaped me when he used my ankles to pull me closer.
“I wanna eat you out.” It was all I got as an answer, but I can’t say that I minded it. As he dropped to his knees before me, pulling down my underwear before spreading my legs for his eyes to take in, it felt like I got a response from the gesture in itself.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I ate pussy?” The unexpected question made me choke on my own saliva, as he chuckled darkly in amusement at my bashfulness. I could only breathe through my mouth when he leaned down to run his tongue on the edge of my lips, slowly acquainting himself with my taste, making me moan softly.
“I-I definitely and decidedly don’t.” He seemed to like this answer, understand that it delimited exactly the type of fan that I was: the kind that knew what he was and what he liked - his dog, his computer - but not someone who was obsessed with his entire dating history, eager to know his every secret.
The longer Henry ate me out, the clearer it became just how long it’d been since he’d done this. It was obviously something he liked - the way he buried his face against my cunt and engulfed it entirely with his open mouth showed so. And the fact that he licked me and sucked me like he was a starved man? This was a man denied of a pleasure he genuinely enjoyed, that much I was certain of.
“Do you like this?” He asked once he inserted one of his thick fingers inside of me, already stretching me beyond what I could do with my own hand.
“How could I not?” I managed to moan a response, making him chuckle.
“Show me how to find it,” he instructed, eyes sparkling with determination. “I want to find your sweet spot.” I’d never had someone I was with so interested in giving me pleasure before.
Hypnotized, my fingers circled his wrist as best as I could, slowly moving him to run his digits over the top of my channel. He knew when he found it because I cried out for him, closing my eyes momentarily.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, and how could I deny him that, especially when he was looking at me with those darkened eyes? He milked my orgasm until my pussy had stopped clenching around him, but the second that it was done, he growled, getting up to his knees. “Gonna fuck you now.”
He pulled me by my hair, making me moan out loud as he slowly inserted his monster cock inside of me. “Oh, God!” His groan had me panting, cunt clenching around his thickness. I couldn’t understand how I was able to take it, but I was glad that was the case. “So… tight…”
Through his grip on my hair, he pulled me to deposit quick kisses down my jaw. “You take me so well, darling.” It was a compliment I was proud to receive, even though I wasn’t too sure how I managed to earn it in the first place.
“I honestly don’t know how,” I admitted, gasping when he slowly dragged his cock out to slam it in me, but I instinctively pulled my hips away, earning an amused chuckle from him.
“Come back here,” he ordered, already pulling me back to spear me with his painfully hard length. I’d have to be inhuman not to cry out at the feeling of his bulbous head bumping against my cervix. “Are you scared?” He joked as I bit on my bottom lip not to give in and laugh. “You think I’m too big?”
“You’re more than enough, I’ll tell you that.” Now, that had his own laugh escaping his chest, making my body tremble underneath his, inadvertently getting some friction between the both of us. It earned me a moaned out, “Yes…” that got his attention back to where I hoped it would be, and as his eyes settled on me, I briefly wondered if I was prepared for what was to come.
“But now that you got all of me inside of you, do you really want to go?” The whispered question made me shiver. I never expected him to be the type to talk dirty, but then again, I never expected I’d be fucked by him, either.
“No.” It was all the permission he needed.
“Then let me fuck you hard.” And hard he did fuck me. He was hard inside of me, it probably would have been painful for him if he wasn’t so desperately trying to alleviate it by frantically fucking me against the couch.
It was the most deliciously torturous experience I’d ever gone through. I had to bite my lip while I held onto his shoulders for dear life, trying to stop my moans from escaping because I was sure that for once, I’d become a screamer.
Unfortunately, it seemed like Henry didn’t appreciate my efforts to keep his ears from deafening. “What’s wrong?” He questioned, fingers tightening on my hips. “I thought you wanted this.”
Confused, all I could think to say was, “I-I do.”
“Then let me hear you,” he insisted. “You know you can scream all you want. We’re all alone up here on the coast.” Well, he wasn’t wrong. And with that reassurance, I allowed my head to fall back and my mouth to fall open, my moans flowing freely from my body as Henry kept fucking me.
“This is so much better than touching myself in search of a release,” he mumbled at some point, like he was talking to himself. “I was so damn lonely and you have such a tight little pussy.”
Being fucked by him felt like a religious experience. Henry somehow knew the map to my pleasure, easily bringing me to the brink of bliss before I had even managed to wrap my head around this turn of events.
My moans grew louder as I climbed higher and higher, but before I could fully tip over his hand curled around my throat, not constricting any air, just calling my attention.
“Ask for permission, baby.” Just the order had me clenching around him, prompting him to release a moan of his own. All the while, I was groaning in frustration, trying to control myself or say what he wanted me to say, but all that came out of me was, “Goddamn! You can’t say stuff like that.” Henry’s laughter flowed freely once more, making my heart skip a beat. “Why not?”
“Because you’re a fucking movie star and I am not up to fall in love with you.” That had his eyebrows raising in surprise, the smile disappearing from his face before it came back as a teasing smirk.
“Oh, so this is a one-time thing.” The taunting manner in which he said it surprised me in turn, so I hesitated before nodding. I mean, of course it was, right? He didn’t even know me. This was strictly sexual and physical, I would not be fooled by my own hormones. “My cock is not enough for you to want to get to know me some is that it?” … Was he testing me?
“Yes.” His smirk only grew at the word. “This is a one-time thing.”
“We’ll see about that.” His fingers ran down my body to graze over my clit. I sucked in a breath, trying to keep it in, knowing I was going to lose. Eventually, as my thighs began to tremble, I gave in altogether.
“Please, let me cum, please.” His eyes softened at my broken and desperate plea, hand gripping my cheeks as he finally nodded.
“Keep staring at me as you cum,” he commanded, still just as bossy. “Show me how pretty you look when you cream all over my dick.” That was all I needed to succumb to the pleasure he was subjecting me to.
I felt his cock, still hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum inside of me, and by the time I was able to open my eyes again, he was panting over me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.
I didn’t have the time to think about what I should do - push him away, try to pretend this didn’t happen - because the second I began to adjust on the couch, he pulled me to rest against his chest.
“Let’s stay here for a little while,” he quietly asked me. “Then we’ll figure out if there’s enough room for me to take you in your bed.”
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now i'm thinking about grumpy!quinn and the sunshine reader walking at a park and a cutie dog runs to him and at first he's like hm okay but then he's all 🥰🥰🥰 on the floor petting the dog
omg this is so cute !! idk if it was meant for any of my grumpy!quinn AUs (bc this was sent in so long ago im so sorry gabs) so this is just a general blurb.
also, just a reminder that this is fictional and that you should always ask pet owners before touching their animals !! they might not want you to for different reasons and we need to respect that <3
"have you had your fun?"
you turned back at quinn from your spot on the swing, giving him a smile. "no, keep pushing please!"
he grumbled a couple curses under his breath as his hands grabbed the chains once again, pushing you lightly into the air.
he absolutely hated going on walks with you, especially when it was sunny, because he knew where you'd end up. it was the same place every time.
of course he didn't actually hate it, though. he tried to, but he couldn't. he didn't.. enjoy it, per se, but he loved seeing your smile as you soared through the sky at your old elementary school playground.
"babe, my arms are sore," he complained, stepping aside.
he made his way to the front of the wings so he could finally see you, taking a seat on the wooden border on the ground that kept the woodchips from overflowing. he bit back a smile as he recalled the time you tried being smart by jumping off the swing, only to receive a splinter in the palm of your hand.
"you're no fun," you pouted, your feet brushing against the ground as you slowed down.
he gave you a bored look, watching you stare him down. "it's not going to work."
you let out a small sigh, shrugging your shoulders before looking away. "oh well, it was worth a sh— oh my god, quinn! look it's a— ah, it's running at you!"
quinn gave you a confused expression before it turned into one of disgust. a small puppy had run away from the dog park not too far away, and for some reason he was it's target.
"get it the fuck away from me," he scowled as you ran over to them, crouching in front of your boyfriend to pet the fluffy pup.
"quinny, don't be mean! it's so cute," you cooed, lightly scratching the puppy.
"i wonder what it's name is," you wondered aloud.
"y/n, get this dog the fuck away from me before i walk away," quinn warned, giving you a side eye.
"walk away then. we're not going anywhere," you challenged, watching as the puppy used his paws to hold onto quinn's knee.
it was absolutely adorable. quinn couldn't take it.
in a swift movement, he stood up and walked away. you gasped at his rude antics.
"hey, don't be mean."
"it's a fucking dog—" quinn paused as he felt a weight on his shoe. "you've gotta be fucking kidding me."
he groaned, throwing his head back. "what do you want from me, dude?"
reluctantly, he bent down at his knees and lightly pet the puppy. his fur was soft against quinn's skin and he felt himself not wanting to let go of the little thing.
this is why you were supposed to walk away, he thought to himself.
"can we keep him—"
"no."
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From Resentment (hhj)
Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader (she/her)
Summary: After a fated meeting involving a cute and fluffy puppy, you found yourself drawn to Hwang Hyunjin: the school prince. Everybody in high school loved him. It was hard not to. Not only was he rich, smart, and athletic, but he was also incredibly kind-hearted.
However, one day seemingly out of the blue, everything that you thought Hyunjin was came crashing down.
Now a freshman in university, you were excited to live out your dreams. That was, until Hyunjin came hurtling back into your life like an uncontrolled meteor. His presence threw a curveball on all your plans, and would eventually change your perspective on everything that you thought you knew.
Genre: studentl!hyunjin au, angst, enemies to lovers
Warnings: cursing, tw puking
Word Count: 8.8k
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A/N: Not an Intentional update but a hyunjin oneshot!! disclaimer: no aspect of hyunjins personality here was drawn from real life — irl hyunjin is a ray of sunshine <3
You looked at your math homework, proud that you got all the answers correct. Since it was a slow afternoon at your job today, you had extra time to focus on your homework. The boss at the convenience store you worked at allowed you to have your homework out, as long as it was hidden behind the cash register.
As you stared at the rest of your homework, you started to feel the weight of tenth grade pile up on you. Because it was your first year of high school, you were still trying to adjust to everything; your grades, your teachers, and all the new students walking around the halls.
You stuffed the rest of your homework in your backpack. It was the end of your shift, and you wanted to go home as soon as possible to start with the rest of your studying. Crap. No matter how hard you tried to zip up your backpack, it wouldn’t close. After trying one more time, the zipper tore from your backpack.
You cursed under your breath. You couldn’t afford to buy a new backpack right now.
You had just been able to afford your new school uniform by taking up extra shifts at the convenience store, and you still needed money for your grandmother’s prescriptions. You sighed, annoyed to have another monetary stressor weighing on your shoulders.
Walking outside with your now torn backpack, your eyes widened at the group of boys in front of you. You immediately recognized them from behind.
The school princes. These three seniors were all known for three things: being extremely smart, handsome, and talented.
On the left was Seungmin, and from what you’ve heard, he was the smart and quiet one. He was always helping the teachers, being the class president and all. Any time a girl or a boy needed academic help, Seungmin was there and happy to assist.
The person on the right was Jisung. With his charming and charismatic personality, he had dated tens upon tens of girls in his grade. Just in the last year. It helped that he was really good looking — and also stinkin’ rich. His father was a notorious restaurateur, and with him being the first son, he was basically given unlimited spending rights.
The only person richer than Jisung was the boy in the center of them both: Hwang Hyunjin. This boy was the school prince. The prince of princes. He somehow managed to participate in music clubs, engage in study groups, and captain the soccer team all the while keeping up excellent grades. Every girl that Jisung had dated was said to have been rejected by Hyunjin first. That was his only flaw: he was notoriously cold to any and all romantic confessions.
You followed behind the three princes, staring at your torn up sneakers. You knew you didn’t exist in their world, but even being near three handsome and rich teenage boys made you nervous.
Suddenly, you heard a whimper coming from behind a bush to the left of you. It sounded like a hurt animal.
Worried and curious, you walked over to the bush to see what it was.
It was a puppy. Small and fluffy, it looked up at you with it’s beady black eyes and cried out. His paw was bleeding.
You panicked. Having never seen a hurt puppy before, you had no idea what to do. You called out for help.
“Help!” you cried, hoping that somebody had heard your call for help. You desperately wanted to help this hurt puppy, but you hesitated to touch it, afraid that you would hurt the animal even more.
The puppy howled in pain, making your panic rise. You were about to call out for help again, when you heard somebody running up behind you.
“What is it?” The voice asked.
“I-I don’t know. I just saw this dog here, and-and his paw is bleeding,” you anxiously stuttered.
“Here, let me take a look.”
You heard the voice behind you, so you shuffled over to make room.
It was Hwang Hyunjin. The person that responded to your cry for help was the most popular and well-liked person in the school. You were shocked, a bit intimidated actually, so you silently moved to the side for him. His black hair shone in the sunlight as he bent down to examine the dog.
“Come here, boy,” he chirped. The puppy listened, and started limping to him. “Something hurt you, didn’t it.”
He stood up, picking the puppy up along with him.
“C’mon,” he gestured with his head, “my vet isn’t too far from here actually. We can make it by walking.”
You silently nodded and followed him.
He was right. The walk to the veterinarian clinic, though very awkward, wasn’t too far. The clinic was empty at this time of day, with the receptionist being the only person in the room.
“Hyunjin! Always a pleasure,” the receptionist beamed. It seemed like Hyunjin’s likeability wasn’t only confined to your school. “My, what do we have here?”
“There’s something wrong with his paw,” Hyunjin tried to show the receptionist where the blood was coming from, “is the doctor free right now?”
“As a matter of fact, he is,” the receptionist said whilst checking the schedule. “I’ll take this little boy to the back where he can get prepped for the veterinarian.”
Hyunjin handed the puppy carefully to the receptionist. The receptionist took out a crate for the dog, put him in, and then disappeared through the back door. The two of you were now left alone in the waiting room.
“Uhm,” you coughed, “thank you. I know you probably want to get back to your friends, so you can leave now.”
“No, I’ll stay,” he looked at you and smiled, “those idiots are just playing LOL at the PC room anyways. Plus, I want to see how this little boy turns out.”
You smiled back at him, nodding your head. A few moments of awkward silence passed.
“I’m Hyunjin by the way,” he said.
“I know. I’m Y/n.”
“You’re in your first year, right?” he said, looking at the colour of your uniform.
“Yeah, it’s so hard to get used to though. I’m trying my best with my homework, but I think this school stuff just doesn’t click with me,” you rambled.
“Oh?”
“I want to go into dance. I’ve never been able to afford professional lessons, but I’ve always wanted to go to university for dance. My grandparents said they would let me if my school grades were high.” You didn’t know why you were giving your life story to Hyunjin. He just had this natural charisma that made you want to spill everything to him. It was the way he looked at you with those cat-like eyes.
“I know what you mean. It took me forever to convince my parents for me to major in dance. I got in by early admittance, but I’m sure they still have their reservations about my major.”
“You’re majoring in dance?” you asked, eyes wide.
He smiled. “I’ve loved dancing ever since I could remember. It’s my passion, and truthfully, the only thing I’ve got going for me.”
You were shocked. At school, Hyunjin was known for so many things other than dancing. Hell, you didn’t even know he enjoyed dancing and you thought you’d heard everything about him already.
The two of you chatted for a while longer before the vet came out with the now happy looking dog.
“It seemed like this little guy got into a fight with something, and he got a pretty large gash on his paw. Luckily, it wasn’t bleeding too much so I just gave him some anaesthetic and stitched it right up.”
You sighed in relief. “Thank god he isn’t too hurt.”
“Yes, it’s good that it wasn’t too bad,” the veterinarian agreed. “I’m assuming this is your dog? As soon as you finish with the bill, I can release this little guy and the both of you are ready to go.”
Oh yeah. The bill.
Although you knew you couldn’t afford to pay the vet bill, you didn’t know where this little dog would go if you couldn’t take him home. You did the mental calculations, and if you worked some extra shifts, you could probably be able to pick up the bill today. Buying a new backpack could be saved for another day.
“Sure, where can I pay?” you asked.
“Just over by the receptionist.” The veterinarian pointed.
You walked over to the receptionist, and she handed the bill over to you.
You almost fainted.
Just the anaesthetic and the stitches alone cost over two hundred dollars. This was extremely over your budget, and probably even more than the amount in your savings. You felt uneasy.
“Uhm, actually, I don’t think I can-”
“Do you take cash?”
Hyunjin had interrupted you, walked up to the receptionist, and pulled out his wallet. He peaked over your shoulder and took out a huge wad of cash to hand to the receptionist.
“Hyunjin, you don’t have to,” you begged. You felt bad that this guy you didn’t even know had just offered to cover you for over two hundred dollars.
“Think of it as a good luck gift from a fellow dancer.” He smiled.
That was when it clicked. You didn’t know what clicked, but it just did. It was his smile. It was the way the corners of his eyes crinkled up and how the corners of his lips pinched at the end. You now understood why all the girls at school were in love with him. He was quite literally perfect.
You thanked him profusely, even after the two of you had left the clinic. With the dog in your hand, you walked side by side with Hyunjin.
“So,” he started, “have you thought of a name for this guy yet?”
Oh yeah — he was your dog now. “Hmm, I don’t know yet.”
“What about Coco?”
“Coco?”
“Yeah, let’s see if he likes it.” Hyunjin leaned in and cooed at the little puppy. “Hi, little Coco!”
The puppy’s eyes lit up, and with his tongue stretched out, he started panting.
“I guess he likes it,” Hyunjin smiled. God, his smile could melt all of Antarctica.
“Coco it is.” You poked at Coco’s nose.
Hyunjin was about to say something back to you when his phone buzzed. He took a peak, rolled his eyes, then smiled. “My friends are god awful at games. I swear, they can’t even win one round without me. You’re okay with going home alone?”
He was going to walk you home? Could he be any more perfect?
You nodded your head. “Thank you, Hyunjin. I’ll pay you back for the bill one day.”
“No need,” he winked. “Like I said, it’s a good luck gift. Oh, and you can ask me if you need help with any school work. Anything to help a fellow dancer.”
He waved goodbye, then went running off in the other direction. You held Coco close to you, heart pounding. Although you didn’t want to be like all the other girls who fell for him, you felt like you were already falling for Hyunjin.
-
The next day, you had planned to go shopping for dog supplies after school. After a really long and arduous debate with yourself, you decided to sacrifice all of your savings in order to buy everything that Coco needed. You knew Hyunjin owned a dog himself, so throughout the whole day, you worked up the nerve to ask Hyunjin to come with you.
At the end of last period, you gathered all your stuff from your desk and headed to the soccer field where you knew Hyunjin and his friends would be. Whilst you crossed the field, you noticed Jisung staring at you. You found his stare intimidating, but you tried to brush it off. He then whispered something in Hyunjin’s ear.
“Hi, Hyunjin,” you said anxiously, biting your lip. “Umm, do you want to come with me to shop for Coco?”
He stared at you for a couple seconds, then, a look of disgust appeared on his face. “Why? So you can use my wallet again?”
You stared back at him, wide eyed. Who was this person? It wasn’t the Hyunjin that so graciously helped you out yesterday.
“W-what? No!” you exclaimed. “I-I just wanted your opinion…”
“Sure,” Hyunjin smirked coldly, “opinion my ass.”
“Hyunjin,” tears were pooling in your eyes, “I don’t understand.”
“If you need money so much, here.” He reached in his pocket and turned up a wad of cash, throwing it at your feet. “Just don’t come to me next time. And buy yourself a new pair of shoes while you’re at it.”
You looked down at the money, trying to hold back your tears. Why was Hyunjin being like this? You didn’t understand. His two jockeys beside him didn’t even bother to stop him. As you tried to stop yourself from crying, you felt your sadness turn into rage.
“I don’t need your stupid money,” you said, kicking the cash back to him. “Maybe you can use your daddy’s money to buy yourself a new personality.”
Hyunjin’s two friends tried to hold back their snickers at your words. Hyunjin heard, turned around, and gave them both death stares.
You didn’t bother to listen to whatever he was going to say next and simply stomped away, rage burning inside you. Everything about him was a lie. His charming and charismatic personality, his generosity, his kindness. They were all lies. He really was nothing but a rich, spoiled boy living with his father’s money.
There was rage behind every step you took. Wiping away your tears, you headed to your locker. You didn’t need him anyways; it was better to realize his true personality earlier rather than later. Hands shaking from anger, you dialed the combination to your locker.
“Hey, sorry about what happened earlier.” A voice came from behind you. “He can be a real jerk sometimes.”
It was Jisung. You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want to see him either.
“Why didn’t you do anything about it then?” Your voice came out shaky. It was obvious that you had cried.
“Once he starts, there’s no stopping him. It’s usually better to let him finish uninterrupted, or else he will get more mad.”
“Oh,” you said. Your hatred for Hyunjin grew even more.
“I could come with you, though. I don’t know much about dogs, but I can help you carry your bags.”
“I don’t know…”
“C’mon, no way you can carry everything by yourself.”
You hesitated. “Okay, I guess.”
And so, you left for the pet store with Jisung, still confused about everything that had happened. It was strange with him. He was nice and cracked a joke every now and then, but it was just different from being with Hyunjin. At least he was nice, you thought.
Your trip went well. You managed to buy everything you needed for Coco. In a turn of events, Jisung had actually come in handy as he offered to carry the huge bag of dog food you bought. He even offered to buy you a coffee.
“Thanks for all your help, Jisung.” You stood outside the door of your apartment, smiling at him.
“No problem, gives me an excuse to work out my guns.” He pretended to flex his arms.
You choked back a laugh.
“You should get going now. It’s late,” you said.
“Alright,” he started to leave. “Hey, if you see me in the halls, feel free to say hi.”
You nodded and waved to him as he turned and walked away, remembering his words. Every time you saw Jisung in the school hallways, you gave him a small wave in which he happily returned. However, whenever you saw him walking with Hyunjin, you made sure to purposely avoid them. You didn’t want any negativity in your life.
You kept up the waves, and soon, waves turned to small conversations which soon turned to flirting. By the end of the semester, you and Jisung somehow ended up as a couple. Jisung was polite and sweet, unlike a certain person. With every free moment you had, you hung out with Jisung — all the while avoiding Hyunjin.
The two of you stayed a couple for the rest of Jisung’s senior year. Somehow, the two of you had even kept up your relationship throughout your whole high school experience. It was hard at times as he went to university, but with a lot of effort, you had made your relationship work out. You barely had time to talk with him, but you enjoyed the little time that you did have. Jisung had never even once mentioned Hyunjin when you were together, and with time, you had totally forgotten about that jerk. You weren’t even sure if they were still friends.
You worked hard in school and reaped all the benefits. Your rank had consistently been in the top twenties amongst all the other students, and you even had time to practice your dancing. You remembered the day that you received your acceptance letter from university. Hands shaking, you had barely managed to open the letter all the way before you screamed. You had gotten into university with your dream major: dance.
Because of your excellent grades, you were able to pay a lot of your tuition with scholarship money alone. You hesitantly decided to quit your job at the convenience store to focus on university. Although quitting meant that your bank account would take a big hit, you decided that it would be best in the long run. There was a lot in your savings, and you even had a little extra to buy a new outfit for your first day of school.
Jisung had been busy on the first day of university. He had previously promised to show you around campus, but with him being a no-show, you wandered around by yourself to try to find your classes. You had trouble with the campus map at first, but after walking around for a bit, you were able to find all your classes with ease.
Your first few classes were a snore. Because they were all theory, you had to down two cups of coffee in order to stay awake. Somehow, you managed to take coherent notes despite being bored out of your mind. You just wanted to dance.
The good thing was, after sitting through many classes, your time to dance finally came. Your last class of the day was an introduction to dance course, and you couldn’t wait to go. You wanted to know your teacher, your peers, and most importantly, express yourself.
The dance class was in a studio in the university’s fitness center. It was huge, way bigger than the tiny gym in your high school. Upon entering the studio, you were immediately met with the sight of students, exactly like you, already stretching. You chose a spot in the room and started stretching as well, making good use of your time before the instructor comes in.
After some time, most of the students — including you — had finished stretching and were sitting in silence waiting for the instructor. The door swung open, breaking the silence. The instructor had come in.
“Hello new students,” he said, “welcome to Dance 100. Today, I will go through the curriculum with you as well as introduce your final project.”
The instructor whipped out a projection of the curriculum and started explaining the purpose of the course, what you would be graded on, and how you would be graded. He then read through his class expectations before moving to your final project.
“This final project will act in place of a final exam,” he explained. “You will be required to create a dance that includes everything we’ve learned in class and write an essay explaining all the elements in your dance. It will be worth half your grade.”
The class gasped in surprise. Not only did this project sound extremely difficult for a first year course, but the fact that it was worth half your grade made it borderline unfair.
“I know it might seem difficult, but worry not, you won’t be doing this alone. Every year, the first year dance students get mentored by the third year dance students for the final project. Each student has already been assigned a random mentor which will be introduced this class.”
The whole class murmured, talking amongst themselves and expressing their opinions on this project. It was definitely an interesting project. You hoped that you would be paired with a good mentor that would actually care about how well you did.
There was a knock on the door.
“Ah, this must be them.” Your instructor opened the door and a wave of third years came flooding in. Each one of them had a name tag pinned on their shirts. “Class, these are the third year students.”
You all politely greeted them.
“Now,” the instructor continued, “I will put the class list on the projector, and each of your names will correspond to a third year mentor.”
The instructor put out the list for display. You scanned down the list of names, eventually finding yours. Following the dots to your corresponding mentor, you almost choked on air when you saw yours.
It was Hwang Hyunjin.
You were at a loss for words. Just when you thought he was out of your life forever, the man that was so incredibly mean to you — the man you hated with your whole soul — was now your mentor. Just the thought of being in the same room as him filled you with disgust.
You scanned the sea of third year students, and your eyes immediately found him. He was staring back at you with the same shocked expression that you had on.
He looked different. Not only had he grown taller, but he had lost all his baby fat as well. His hair was different too. It was bleached blond and it almost hit his shoulders. What was the same, however, was his intense stare and his plump lips.
You walked over to him.
“You look different.” His eyes scanned up and down.
“So do you.” You clenched your jaw and sighed. “I guess we have to work together.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” he said flatly.
“Listen,” you copied his tone, “I’m not excited about this either, but I want to get a good grade for this class. If you don’t wanna help me, just say so and I’ll just work alone on this.”
“Don’t be stupid,” he rolled his eyes, “this is part of my grade too. I can’t let you fuck this up for the both of us.”
You rolled your eyes back at him and pressed your lips in a thin line. Ignoring what he said, you asked, “where do we start?”
“Let’s find a time to meet every week.” He pulled out the newest iPad model from his bag. Of course he would have the newest iPad. “I’m busy every day except Saturday, so let’s meet then.”
Way to consider your opinion. He was lucky that you weren’t busy on the weekends.
As Hyunjin worked on sorting his schedule, you took your time to look at how he had changed. With his hair blonde, he looked like a completely different person. You didn’t understand why he kept his hair long though. It kept falling in his eyes.
“Stop staring at me. It’s freaking me out.” He narrowed his eyes at you.
“I wasn’t.” You crossed your arms, defending yourself.
“Whatever.” He tucked his hair behind his ear and put his iPad back in his bag. “Don’t be late on Saturday.”
And with that, he left. You looked around the class. Most of the other students were still with their mentors, presumably getting to know each other and discussing the project. You almost wanted to ask your instructor to switch with somebody else, but that would mean passing on the nightmare known as Hwang Hyunjin onto a perfectly innocent person. You had your moments, but you weren’t evil.
The interaction with Hyunjin had left you in a sour mood for the rest of the day. You tried to study, but you were too distracted by the thought of having to work with that monstrosity for a whole semester. It was worth so much of your grade, too. You had just hoped that Hyunjin was as good at dance as he previously told you. You remembered him saying how dance was his passion in life. That was when you still liked him. Who knows, maybe he only said that so he could play you like every other girl he played with.
For the rest of the week, whenever you thought of the dance project, you were filled with dread. You tried to ignore it, and sometimes it worked, but most of the time it kept reappearing in your mind like a virus. The way Hyunjin had infected your mind bothered you to no end.
Time passed fast though, and before you knew it, Saturday had already come. Searching through your closet, you picked out a simple outfit for practice today. You slid on your tattered old sneakers and headed off to the studio that Hyunjin had told you to go to.
Entering the dance studio, you noticed that you were right on time. However, Hyunjin was not. Great… He made such a big deal over you being on time that he himself forgot to be punctual. You sat on the wood floors and started to do some stretches to warm up.
Eventually, after you finished your stretching, he entered the studio. With a girl. Holding a textbook, Hyunjin handed it to the girl and put on his signature deceitful smile. His ugly, perfect smile. The girl batted her eyes and waved her fingers goodbye before strolling out the door. You rolled your eyes at this, feeling bad for the girl. Hyunjin was playing her right in front of her own eyes and she didn’t even realize it.
“Were you really late because of a girl?” you sneered.
“Why do you care?” he retorted, flinging his bag to the corner of the room.
“I don’t.”
“Sure you don’t.”
Not wanting to waste time with that childish banter, you decided to end the conversation then and there. “Okay, well anyways, I’ll show you what I learned in class this week.”
Hooking up your phone to the speaker, you chose the song that you’ve been practicing with for the whole week. As the song progressed, you found it hard to not get lost in the music. Just dancing was the easy part; incorporating everything learned in class was another story. Although it was fairly difficult, you thought you executed everything very well as the song came to an end. Finishing up, you panted from exhaustion and looked at Hyunjin for his comments.
He stood, with his arms crossed across his torso, leaning against the speaker. There was a blank expression on his face.
“Not bad.” He started to walk up to you.
“But?”
“But you’re too stiff. You’re too focused on perfectly executing the technical moves that you forget to just move your body. Do what you did half-way through the song again.”
You turned the music on, trying to do the dance with Hyunjin’s criticisms in mind. Looking in the mirror, you did your best to show as much emotion as possible, all the while moving more fluidly. The room was filled with heavy bass and the squeaks from your sneakers.
Suddenly, the music was abruptly cut off.
Hyunjin had stopped the music and was making his way over, face still unreadable.
“You’re still trying too hard and it shows.” Hyunjin shook his head.
Clenching your jaw, you did your best to hold back your anger. Were you just not supposed to try? This annoyed you. Just because he didn’t need to try to be good at anything didn’t mean you couldn’t.
“Well,” you tried to say calmly, “how can I do this then?”
“You have to relax.” He put one hand on your hip and started to guide you. “Don’t focus on each individual aspect, but try to imagine everything as a whole. Then, things will come naturally.”
You followed his hand, allowing Hyunjin to guide you to his own rhythm. After a while, every movement felt so fluid and you didn’t even notice that your face started to match your movements. Glancing at your reflection, you gasped, noticing how different your dancing looked. You whipped your head to face Hyunjin, the two of your inches apart and breathing heavily.
“See,” he mumbled, looking down at you. “Once you stop thinking, everything just comes naturally.”
You looked back at the person inches away from you. It almost felt as if he was being kind. But you knew the type of person he was. You weren’t going to let this happen again. Snapping out of what weird trance you were in, you pushed him away in an act of self perseverance.
He didn’t say anything.
“I’ll try again,” you said.
Hyunjin strolled over to the speaker and turned on the music. This time, you didn’t think about anything you learned in class or Hyunjin’s criticisms. You just trusted in your body. Everything else was blank.
Taking a step forward while still in your trance, your shoe lost its grip on the floor, causing you to fall right on your knee. You cried in pain, holding on to your knee.
“Fuck,” Hyunjin hissed. He ran over and bent down to your level. “Can you move it?”
“I think so.” You tried to straighten your knee. It hurt, but you were still able to do it. There would most likely be a nasty bruise there the next morning.
“You’re still wearing those scraps that you call shoes? They’re literally coming apart at the seams. This is going to happen again if you don’t get new ones.”
You blushed in embarrassment from his remarks. “I’m not going to spend money on things that I don’t need.”
“Well, you need shoes. Just go buy a new pair later.”
Was he being serious? Or was he just spoiled?
“Hyunjin, not everybody can just go spend money whenever they want,” you loudly sighed. “Unlike you, I need to consider my budget for most things.”
“Well, why can’t you ask your boyfriend to buy it?” he sneered. “Seems like you’re good at doing that.”
How did he know you were still dating Jisung? What did he mean by ‘good at doing that’?
“What?” You crossed your eyebrows. “Do you think I’m with him just for his money? Do I really look like that kind of person to you?”
“You used me for my money,” he mumbled under his breath.
“What?” You couldn’t hear him right.
“Nevermind, rehearsal's over.” He stomped off, leaving you alone in the practice room holding on to your injured knee.
-
You busied yourself with everything and anything you could do over the weekend in order to forget what happened during rehearsal. However, no matter how hard you tried to forget, Hyunjin’s comments on your shoes stuck in your mind like glue.
During your shift at your job, you couldn’t help but keep staring at your worn sneakers. You never paid attention to your shoes before until now. They did the job, so why would you need to buy a new pair? Still, you unconsciously paid attention to every step you took.
On Monday’s dance class, you decided to go early. It was always nice to warm up in a room with other try-hards. They felt less judgemental than the others.
The studio barely had anybody in it this early before class. Everybody was either stretching or had already started going over what was taught last week. Shuffling your way over to your locker, you couldn’t help but compare everybody else’s shoes to your own. You’ve never cared about trivial matters such as shoes, but you couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious as your worn-in sneakers squeaked its way over to the lockers.
Opening your locker, your eyes widened, shocked at what you saw. Inside was a box containing a brand new pair of sneakers. It was an expensive brand as well, a brand that you never thought you would be touching in your life. You turned your head around, scanning the room. Everybody seemed to have been busy with their own thing.
Did somebody put these in your locker by mistake?
Taking the shoes out, you noticed a small slip of paper fly out. You picked up the note.
Keep these. I was a jerk.
You knew who had sent this. It was Hyunjin. You didn’t know what game he was trying to play at, but you weren’t going to fall for it like you did that day in high school. Gingerly putting the shoes back in your locker, you decided to return these back to Hyunjin at your next practice.
-
“No, I gave them to you as a gift.” Hyunjin turned his nose up at you, refusing to take back the shoes.
“Why would you give these to me if you think that I only use people for their money?”
“Because,” he rolled his eyes, “if you’re unable to dance then my grade is screwed as well.”
He made a good point, but you were stubborn. “Still…”
“You know what? Keep it, give it away, sell it, I don’t care. Let’s just start practice.”
After that dance practice, you threw your old shoes in the trash.
-
It was midterm season a month into school. You thought you had gone to hell and back with high school, but this was even worse. Each day consisted of waking up, studying, and going back to sleep. You lived on coffee and toast. It wasn’t much, but it gave you the energy to sit at the library for hours to study.
You didn’t see anybody during the midterm season, Instead, you chose to hermit yourself up at the library for days on end. This meant that, at least for a couple of weeks, your dance practice with Hyunjin was put on hiatus. Not that he minded, of course. He happily deleted the practices from his schedule.
You also didn’t see much of your boyfriend, Jisung. Ever since school started, he seemed to always be missing in action. He would almost never have time to be with you, and with the few moments that he was, it seemed like he was always so apathetic towards you. You brushed this off as stress though, as you finally knew what it was like to experience university exams.
It was a clear and sunny day on the morning you finished your last midterm. Leaving the exam room, you looked up to the sky, basking in the sun. Today was going to be a good day. Not only were you now stress free, but you were also invited to an end-of-midterm party for your dance class tonight. You had never gone to a university party before, so when a classmate asked if you wanted to go, you eagerly accepted.
Wrapping up your dance class, you stood at your locker, gathering the rest of your stuff.
“Hey.” An arm wrapped around you.
“Hey, Jisung.” You smiled, turning around to face him.
“You’re done all your midterms?”
“Yup.” You nodded happily.
He took a look at your shoes.
“New shoes?”
You hesitated in answering his question, not knowing where Jisung was with Hyunjin in terms of friendship. It was better to be truthful now rather than apologizing later.
“Hyunjin gave it to me.” You looked down, fiddling with your fingers. Why were you afraid of Jisung’s response?
“Wait, what? Hwang Hyunjin? Like from high school? Y/n, I thought you hated him.”
“I did! And I do,” you tried to explain, “but he had a reason to give me this.”
“Bullshit, Y/n. You’re really gonna believe any reason he pulls out of his ass? I thought you actually matured from high school.”
“Well, you would understand if you were around more often!” you yelled. You knew it was wrong to address other problems and blow this out of proportion, but you couldn’t think straight. Your mind was clouded with anger.
“What does this have to do with anything?” Jisung barked back. “What we’re talking about is how you, no matter how shitty of a person Hyunjin is, keep going back to him! Y/n, all that man does is take. He takes from you and he sure as hell takes everything from me. I won’t let that happen this time.”
When had he taken anything from you? All he had done was give.
“Jisung, let’s end this.”
“You’re right. Let’s cool down and talk later tonight.”
“No,” you shook your head, “I mean, let's end us.”
Jisung looked at you in disgust. “It’s Hyunjin, isn’t it?”
“No,” you vehemently denied, “Jisung, you never have time for me, and the little time we do have together you act like a different person. And now you’re being all possessive just because Hyunjin gave me a gift? I’m sorry, I just don’t see us recovering from this.”
“Fine, whatever.” Jisung turned around. “We’re done. But Y/n, don’t come running back to me when Hyunjin screws you over like he does with everybody.”
After Jisung left, you stomped your foot on the ground, tears pooling in your eyes. It was for the best — breaking up with him. For the past month, you hadn’t been happy with where your relationship was going, but this wasn’t the way you wanted to end an almost three year relationship.
Wiping away your tears, you tried to compose yourself before heading over to the pub. Jisung wasn’t worth the tears.
The walk to the pub wasn’t far as every establishment catered to students was a short walking distance from campus. For your entire walk over, you kept your head down so as to not receive looks from others. The headache from your cries and a blush of anger still lingered with you. Hopefully you’ll look somewhat normal by the time you reach the bar.
Checking your reflection once more in your phone camera, you fixed your hair a bit before going inside.
The bar was filled.
With students from both your dance class and the third year class, there was not an empty corner in sight. The music was loud, but the sounds of chatter coming from the students were louder. The place was dark, with the only source of light coming from very dim, bright blue LEDs.
It was surprising to see everybody in a different setting. You were used to the sight of your classmates being only in sweats and workout clothes, but now that they actually had time to get ready, everybody seemed like a completely different person.
You saw a few of your classmates wave at you, beckoning you over to where they were sitting. As soon as your butt landed on the chair, they spared no time to push a shot glass filled with clear liquor in front of you. You gladly took the drink, wanting to just let go and forget about everything that happened today. Holding back a cough, you scrunched your face as you felt the alcohol burn in your throat. It had been so long since the last time you drank.
After five you stopped counting. Partly because you knew you were going to drink more, but mostly because your head couldn’t even count to five anymore. Scrunching your eyes, you tried to focus on the blurry figure of your classmate complaining about her professor. Bored out of your mind as her mindless babble went on forever, your eyes started roaming around the bar. As your eyes wandered, you noticed somebody behind your classmate staring at you.
Hwang Hyunjin.
Even in your inebriated state of mind, you knew that it was Hyunjin. What other university student had the balls to bleach their whole head blonde? Your eyes met, and he ran a hand through his golden locks. Why do the most beautiful people harbour the most wretched personalities?
You tried to ignore his staring by focusing your attention back on your classmate, but eventually, you couldn’t help but glance back at him. He was still looking at you.
You saw a girl come up to him. She was the same girl that showed up with him on your first ever practice session. Because of the dimly lit bar and your drunken vision impairment, you had to really squint to make out what was going on. The girl, all smiley and giggly, put her hand on his shoulder, making Hyunjin break his eye contact with you. He smiled at the girl, mouthing words that were drowned out by the music. For some reason, this made you furious. Why was he so nice to everybody else but you? What had you ever done to him to make him hate you so much?
You kept your eyes on the girl, knowing full well that you shouldn’t have. You hated that — even on your night off, even when you had just broken up with your boyfriend — Hyunjin was still in your mind like an unkillable parasite. You hated the way he tucked his hair behind his ears. You hated how the corners of his eyes crinkled up when he smiled at her. You hated him.
You watched as she leaned in and whispered something in his ear, causing him to laugh. That was the last straw. In a drunken haze, you took your phone and bolted out the door, ignoring the concerns of all your classmates. Maybe it had been a mistake breaking up with Jisung. Maybe he really did know what was best for you.
Stumbling out onto the street, you tried to dial Jisung’s phone number. It proved to be too difficult of a task, however, as your drunken fingers could only tap on random numbers on the screen. You cried out of frustration.
“Y/n.”
The voice coming from behind you startled you, causing you to lose your grip on the phone. It dropped on the cement with a loud crack. Tears welled up in your eyes as you bent down to pick up your phone. There was a huge crack right down the middle of the screen.
“You cracked my phone,” you said, trying to keep your composure.
“So? It’s not like it’s worth much anyways. Just ask your boyfriend to buy you one.” Hyunjin’s evil eyes squinted down at you.
“Why are you still on about this? Hyunjin, I’ve never used anybody for money and I never will!” You couldn’t control the tears flowing down your face. “Plus, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I broke up with Jisung today.”
You didn’t know why you were spilling your guts to the last man in the world you would trust. Surely, it was the alcohol.
“Y/n.” His tone had completely changed. He almost looked — concerned?
“Whatever, Hyunjin,” you slurred. “Just leave me alone. You can go back to that girl and have your fun with her.”
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t care.”
“Y/n, why do you care?” His tone got louder.
“I don’t!” you yelled at him. Your tears made everything even more blurry.
“Y/n! Tell me, why do you care?!” He spat back at you with just as much fury.
“Fuck you, Hyunjin. News flash, not everything in the world revolves around you and your rich and prestigious life. Maybe you wouldn’t be so toxic if you would just understand that.” You screamed at him through your sobs. “Also, I don’t know where you got this stupid story of my being a cash whore from, but I will say this one last time: I have worked for everything in my life and I have never and will never use anybody for their money.”
Hyunjin looked back at you, shocked. You stared back at him in disgust. Not wanting to waste anymore time on him, you stumbled down the street to look for a taxi. However, as you wobbled down the pavement, everything became even blurrier than before. You felt nauseous. You couldn’t control it anymore.
You threw up. All over the sidewalk. You couldn’t stop. Every time you thought that it was over, more and more came out. Your throat burned, and it wasn’t just the alcohol.
As you hurled out all the remains of today’s lunch, your hair was held back.
“Get away from me, Hyunjin,” you groaned. You didn’t want him to see you this weak.
“Who else is gonna take care of your drunk ass, idiot,” he mumbled.
That was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
-
It was a blinding white light that woke you up. You groaned, trying to block the light with your forearm. Cracking your neck, you tried to holster yourself up.
You were on a leather couch. Squinting, you surveyed the room you were in. It was clean, spacious. The floor was a white marble — there wasn’t a single speck of dust to be seen. Across from you was an incredibly wide TV with many game consoles scattered around it. You looked behind you. There was a large kitchen island illuminated by warm pendant lights. Sitting at the island, on his laptop, was Hyunjin.
“Wh-what happened to me?”
“You’re the worst fucking drinker I’ve ever seen, that’s what happened.”
You rolled your eyes.
Hyunjin ignored you, standing up and leaving for another room. Less than a minute later, he reappeared with a toothbrush and a roll of toothpaste.
“Go clean up. You look disgusting.”
You snatched the toothbrush from his hands. He pointed over to the bathroom and you trudged your way over. His bathroom was huge, almost bigger than your bedroom at home. You felt as if you were in a hotel.
“Your bathroom is huge.” After washing up, you felt not only cleaner, but more awake. “You’re really living the life with your family’s money, huh.”
Hyunjin sighed, slamming his laptop shut causing you to flinch. “Why, after everything, do you think I’m this rich, pretentious fuck?”
You rolled your eyes. Not this again. “Well, why do you still think I’m this money hungry monster?”
“You really wanna know why, Y/n? It’s because Jisung told me so. He was the one who told me that all those years ago.”
You were shocked. Jisung was the one who told him that? Your ex-boyfriend that you had loved and dated for almost three years? You didn’t want to believe it, you really didn’t, but there was this tiny whisper in the back of your mind telling you that it was true. He had a reason to — Jisung was always going on about how Hyunjin always took from him.
“But Y/n, I-” He stopped mid-sentence.
“You what, Hyunjin?”
He pressed his lips to yours, caressing the back of your head. You were shocked, but almost autonomously, your lips parted feeling the heat of his breath against yours. He pressed his body to yours, running his hand down your waist. His lips, the same lips responsible for his perfect smile, felt so soft against your own. You heard the thuds of his heartbeat as he held you closer.
You broke apart, gasping for breath. The realization of what you had done just hit you.
In a panic, you used your whole strength to push his body away from you. “I-I have to go.”
“Y/n, wait!” Hyunjin called.
You paid him no attention. Instead, you ran across the marble floors, hoisted the front door open, and sprinted out. Hoping that Hyunjin wasn’t following you, found your way outside and took a taxi home.
You sat in silence, trying to process what had just happened. You had just kissed Hyunjin. You had just kissed Hyunjin. Hands shaking, you grasped at the ends of your hair, trying to calm yourself down. Did that just happen?
You were more mad at yourself than at him. How could you have just kissed Hyunjin? You hated him. He was nothing but rude to you, never smiling and always accusing you of things that were clearly lies. He made you feel self conscious, nervous, and everything in between. You hated him.
But he was so sweet on that fateful day in high school. He gave you a new pair of shoes when you had slipped during practice, and he held your hair for you when you were drunk. His hair glistened in the sunlight, his smile made your heart race, and his lips ignited sparks of every colour in the rainbow in your chest.
You hated Hwang Hyunjin. You hated how fast you became infatuated with him on that day in high school, and no matter how much you tried to deny it, you hated that your feelings haven’t changed ever since. You hated Hwang Hyunjin. You hated that you loved him.
Curling up in your bed, there was no stopping the tears flowing down your face. You cried and cried upon this realization, and you remained this way for the rest of the day. The effect Hyunjin had on you was bigger than you ever expected, and you hated it.
-
At school, you tried to avoid as many people as possible. The kiss you had shared with Hyunjin was plaguing your mind, distracting you and igniting the fire that was your inner turmoil. Even the thought of Hyunjin put a strain in your heart. It was the way his breath fanned over your nose, gently tickling it like a bird’s feather and the soft silk of his blonde locks brushing up against your cheeks.
You shook your head, trying to erase any and every thought of that man. Walking to your locker, you were stopped in your tracks, the dam in your eyes starting to crack. You couldn’t do this today. You turned around to go somewhere else — anywhere else.
“Y/n, wait.”
You sniffed, wiped stray tears from your eyes, and picked up your pace.
“Y/n.” He grabbed your shoulder, turning you around to face him.
“Hyunjin, please, I can’t do this today.”
“Are you… Are you crying?” He touched your face, wiping your tears with his thumb. “Y/n, why are you crying?”
You shook your head. You were scared of what would happen if you opened your stupid mouth.
“Y/n, please.” Hyunjin begged. His voice was shaking. “Tell me why.”
You shook your head again.
“Y/n, please.” His voice cracked.
“Hyunjin,” you paused, taking a shaky breath, “it’s because I love you. I’ve loved you ever since the first moment you smiled at my pathetic ass. Even when you hurt me more than anyone has hurt me before… I never had a choice, Hyunjin. It’s always been you.”
You tore yourself away from Hyunjin, embarrassed to your core. That was the most humiliating thing you’ve ever done, but at least you had closure now.
“Y/n…”
“No, Hyunjin. You’ve torn me down and humiliated me enough already. What more could you possibly want?” You demanded, aware that everybody around you was staring.
“Y/n,” Hyunjin rasped, “It’s only ever been you. I’ve spent the last three years miserable knowing that you were with someone else. I’ve-I’ve never even been with another girl in the past three years. I know you have no reason to believe me because I was such an ass. I am such an ass. Y/n, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for projecting my insecurities on you, I’m sorry for accusing you of things I know you’ve never done, and I’m sorry for anything else I might have fucking done. Y/n, I love you. Please, I don’t fucking deserve it, but is there any way you could forgive me?”
You stared at Hyunjin’s bloodshot eyes, tears freely flowing down your cheeks, and before you could even think, you found yourself pressed against his lips. Your eyes closed, savouring the feeling of his soft lips touching your own. His wet cheek pressed against your own, and with a nudge of the nose, Hyunjin deepend the kiss with a raw passion in which you’ve never felt before.
You cradled his head, relishing in his silken blonde hair as you brushed your fingers through his locks. He sighed in response, his breath tickling against your cheek. You were fully aware that everyone on campus had seen both your messy confessions of love, but you didn’t care. All you could do was replay the moment that Hyunjin had said those words — those three tiny words — over and over in your head as you ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his soft, honey lips.
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A Fireman & His Dalmatian {Adam Sackler x Reader}
@spookyyslutt
Bae saw ur requests were open and im a slut for Halloween
As my @ suggests 🗿
Anyways I'd LUV ur take on going to a Halloween party with Sackler and him getting handsy while dancing before fucking you sensless in an empty room👀The poor soul that has to clean up Sacklers mess 💀
I had a ton of fun with this one lol!! enjoy, my friend :)
warnings.
SMUT, humor, frat party things, grinding/dry humping, vaginal fingering, p in v, barebacking/unprotected sex, creampie.
(possible) tw’s.
*very* heavy pda, public smut.
word count: 1.4k
Surrounded by drunk-off-their-asses college kids, you and Sackler sway with the rhythms of the upbeat dance song currently blaring through the speakers. Somehow, you ended up at this frat halloween party, thinking it’d be as fun as it was when you were both in college.
It was much less fun as a mature adult, for the record, but Adam always makes things fun. Just being with him is automatically a precursor of fun, so you’ve learned after several years of being with him.
This year, the two of you did a joint couples costume, him going as a shirtless fireman and you’re his Dalmatian, clad in a scanty little spotted dress with a fake tail on the back.
In true Sackler fashion, he’s been grabbing at your ass and pulling at your fake tail, whispering silly innuendos in your ear, like “Gonna fuck my sexy Dalmatian so fucking hard tonight” or “You were such a good girl today at the station, I think you deserve a little treat” all night long.
As the dynamic between you two heats up on the dance floor, the whispers and touches become bolder. His hands now forcefully paw at your hips as his pelvis presses roughly into your backside, breath hot in your ear.
“Puppy, my slutty little puppy...”
He purrs in your ear, grunting softly when he thrusts forward.
“You look so fuckin’ sexy tonight, been wanting to put my cock in you ever since you put that goddamn dress and tail on.”
You whine softly, circling your hips and pressing back even more against him. His lips curl up into a smirk, landing a harsh smack on your ass cheek.
“You’re gonna get fucked so hard tonight, puppy, mmm...gonna bend you over and drill you 'till your eyes cross.”
His hand suddenly wraps around your thigh, lifting it up onto his ready leg before tracing your clothed center with his middle finger. He growls lowly into your ear when he feels how hot you are already, hips thrusting violently against your ass.
“A-Adam, god, I--we--”
He presses down on your clit, causing your breath to hitch as your hips jump against his leg.
“Shit.”
“Mmm, what was that, pup? Didn’t quite catch it.”
You huff.
“We ssshouldn’t be doing this h-here, too many people.”
“What, you don’t want all these horny frat guys to see what a little slut you are for me, puppy?”
His tone is teasing, tantalizing as his fingers slip beneath your panties.
“You don’t want them to watch you fall apart on my fingers, hm?”
Your eyes widen when you feel him prodding around at your soaked entrance, legs instinctively closing.
“Adam, oh my god, we’re literally in the middle of the dance floor right now.”
He smirks, chuckling in your ear.
“So? You’re still gonna be my little slut no matter where we are, pup.”
You can’t help the little whimper that escapes your lips at his husky words as they echo in your ear. His fingers suddenly press up into your entrance and you groan, head falling back against his shoulder.
“Fuck.”
“Mmm, nice and tight for me, puppy.”
He mumbles in your ear, scissoring and stroking inside you.
“Mmm, and wet, too. So ready for my cock already, barely need anything to get you there, hm?”
You whine, hips bucking against him as he starts to fuck his digits and out of you at a rapid rate of speed. Your hips start bouncing gently on him, noises growing louder with each movement of his fingers.
“God, fffuck Adam...”
Adam grunts, now fully thrusting against your backside, cock straining up against the confining denim of his blue jeans. With your cunt wrapped so tightly around his fingers and his cock so goddamn hard, he’s practically foaming at the mouth to get you bent over and on his rod.
He pulls his fingers away abruptly and before you have time to complain, he’s scooping you up and rushing you to the nearest empty bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
He’s throwing you down on the stiff mattress top before jumping on himself, pinning you to the surface. You barely get a breath in before his lips are attacking yours with hungry, desperate kisses.
“Lick me, pup, lick my neck like a fuckin’ dog.”
Oh Sackler, what a lovable weirdo, you think to yourself as you start lick at his neck. He groans, hips wildly bucking into you now as he flips you over roughly and yanks you up on all fours.
One hand tugs your dress up over your hips while the other desperately works to undo the button on his jeans. You’re wiggling your ass teasingly and he grunts in frustration, smacking your ass hard.
“Quit it, fuckin’ slut. Can’t fuckin’ focus on getting my goddamn cock out when you’re jiggling your fucking ass.”
You can’t help but giggle at his words. This earns you another harsh smack before he’s pulling his jeans down and tugging your panties to the side.
He scrambles to line himself up with your entrance, and as soon as he does, he’s thrusting in with a grunt.
“Fuuuuck pup, fffuckin’ little cunt.”
Your eyes widen before squeezing shut, jaw slacking.
“Oh shiiiiit, baby.”
His hips immediately pick up a quick pace, skin slapping and squelching together. He digs his fingertips into your flesh, fucking you with all the force he can muster in this moment.
“Gonna w-wreck your fucking pussy.”
He growls, pinning your head to the mattress with his hand.
“Split you rrright open, right in fuckin’ h-half.”
You’ve been reduced to mere gasps and whines, body rocking back and forth violently with each of his sharp thrusts.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm! Fffuck, Adam!”
He’s fucking you so hard by now you can barely see straight, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll back into your skull.
“C’mon, pup, beg for it!”
His voice is simultaneously low and loud, a deep rasp tainting his words.
“Beg me to stuff my fat load in your fffuckin’ dirty, s-sloppy cunt!”
You whine loudly, drooling onto the sheets below.
“P-Please baby! Please stuff me full, wwwanna be leaking when you’re done with m-me!”
Sackler grins, chuckling as he bends down to get closer to your ear.
“Oh trust me, pup, you will be.”
It doesn’t take much longer before he’s teetering on the edge of climax, the pace of his hips becoming rushed and sloppy as he becomes lost in his own pleasure.
He reaches around, fingers fumbling until they find your clit. After just a few circles, he’s got your thighs trembling and your knees quaking, bringing you right up to the edge of orgasm right alongside him.
“Ohhh baby, ohhh A-Adam!”
Your eyebrows are pinned at the center of your forehead.
“Gonna cum!”
“Yeah d-do it!”
His hips shift ever so slightly before pistoning into you even harder and this new angle allows him to rub up against both your clit and your g-spot, which sends you hurdling over the edge within moments.
Feeling your walls pulsing and spasming around him, tightening with climax has him careening into orgasm seconds after you. He buries each drop of himself deep inside you, keeping his hips pressed forward until he collapses next to you on the bed.
Both of you are breathless as you ride out your highs side-by-side. You look over at him with a small grin, hand smoothing over his sweaty chest.
“Did we really just screw our brains out on some frat kid’s bed?”
He laughs, giving your hip a playful smack.
“Hell yeah we did, puppy.”
The two of you laugh together as you sit up and situate yourselves, heading back out to the party soon after.
---
Later that night...
Chad can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he heads up to his room, dodging all the wasted partygoers. He just had an amazing first date with a girl from Kappa and he really can’t wait for the next one.
Nothing could possibly tamper his spirits tonight, not even the huge party currently happening in the house. He pushes his bedroom door open, immediately hit with the recognizable odor of sex.
He pauses in the doorway when he flips on the lights, staring in awe at the mess on his bed that certainly wasn’t there when he left. His navy blue sheets are wrinkled and stained with both white and dark mystery stains.
His nostrils flare, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before he spins around and storms down the hall.
“Jaaaaaaaaaaake!”
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as it was
blackpink 5th member au
minah and taehyung finally meet after her accident
In this world
It’s just us
You know it’s not the same as it was
WARNINGS: angst and long post. that’s it.
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Before Taehyung could process the sound of his doorbell, his body was involuntarily moving towards the door. That was Minah's effect on him. It was, and it's always going to be.
Earlier that day, when she called him herself, saying she wanted to meet him and assuring she was fine to walk without the crutches, he felt like exploding, as if the world could end at that moment, and he'd be okay.
Yet, a part of him still doubted she was really going to show up. But she was there, right in front of him, and all he could do was smile.
"Hello." her voice made his heart skip a beat and his hands sweat.
"Hi..." he said, trying to convince himself he was not mad. Opening some space behind the door, he pointed his hand inside his apartment. "Come in, please."
"Excuse me." Minah said, almost in a whisper.
Taking light steps to the living room, Minah stopped before she could entirely enter the place. All the memories with him hitting her at once. She loved Mingyu with all her heart. Gosh, she was sharing an apartment with him! But Taehyung was just different.
In that same living room was where they had their best moments, but at the same time, it was right there she saw their relationship ending. It was right there, on that black couch, Taehyung told her about his company calling hers to let them know they were together.
She wondered if he still remembered it all like she did.
Minah was brought to reality when she heard a little bell echoing through the apartment and looked down, Yeontan wagging his tail and standing only on his back paws, his front ones on her thigh.
"Oh, hello, little boy." she said in a high pitched voice, crouching to get the dog and letting him lick her face. "I missed you so much! You're so grown now!" she said as if Yeontan could understand what she was saying. For the way he reacted, he also missed her a lot.
Taehyung leaned on the shoe shelf, just appreciating that precious moment he would give everything to have back.
"I brought you a gift..." Minah said to the dog, searching for something in her purse while the dog jumped on her. Of course she did. She would never forget about Yeontan.
After a few seconds, she took a yellow duck out of her purse and threw it in the room, it making a cute noise as it hit the floor. Yeontan didn't spare any minute before running after that duck, probably hiding it somewhere.
"So," Minah said, getting up and holding her hands, trying to look anywhere but Taehyung. "I just passed to say thank you. Mingyu told me you visited me at the hospital."
"Don't you want to sit down? Eat something?" Taehyung suggested trying not to look desperate, walking through Minah and getting in the room but still looking at her.
Minah bit her lip and slowly shook her head, considering staying.
"I don't think it's a good idea, Taehyung." she crossed her arms and looked at her. "I should really go home. Thank you for-"
"Minah," Taehyung interrupted her. "don't do this to yourself. Let's talk."
"The thing is, we don't have anything to talk about." Minah said in the same tone he was using.
"What do you mean we don't have anything to talk about?" Taehyung scoffed. "You just got out of a coma, Minah. Did Mingyu really tell you everything?"
"Oh, my God!" Minah groaned, getting in the living room, not even bothering about taking her shoes off. "Why am I not even surprised you're trying to blame Mingyu somehow?"
"It's not it-" now, Minah was the one who interrupted Taehyung.
"He did tell me everything, especially the part where you told him what happened between us." she said, clenching her jaw - a thing she always did whenever she was angry. Yes, Taehyung knew that about her as well. "You just forgot to mention what happened after that. That you didn't have the guts to break up with me face to face, so you sent your manager, or that you didn't even bother calling me to ask me how I was!"
When she stopped talking, her chest was going up and down, making it obvious how angry she was about that whole situation.
That's the reason why she tried not to come, she thought to herself. It was stupid of her to think that, at some point, she and Taehyung would have a healthy conversation where he'd be honest and say what truly happened.
"Do you really think you don't have anything to tell me?" Taehyung asked, arching a brow at her. Minah rolled her eyes and puffed. "You can't be serious that you came all the way from your dorm after all this time just to say thank you to me, Minah."
When she looked inside his dark eyes, he felt a chill on his neck. Minah wasn't like that. Not the one he dated. The Minah he dated was lovely and understanding, even with the worst person in the world.
Maybe, he was the worst person in her world.
"Why did you do that?" she asked. "Why did you just give up on us?"
"I didn't, Minah." Taehyung shook his head.
"Yes, you did!" Minah debated. "Fuck, Taehyung. You did it! Just admit it."
"What did you expect me to do, Minah?" Taehyung questioned, raising his tone and shrugging off. "They were threatening to expose us. You were a rookie at that time, your sister got in the company, and it would ruin your career.."
"Stop pulling this card every damn time!" she interrupted him. "Me being a rookie was never an excuse for us not to do something. Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me out in the first place."
"But at the moment, it was." Taehyung told her. "I love you, Minah. I would do anything to have you back. Why can't you understand this?"
"Stop lying to yourself, Taehyung." Minah scoffed. That was like a bullet coming straight into his heart. "If you had to lose me to realise you loved me, it wasn't love. It was misery."
"Don't say this, Minah." Taehyung tsked. "You can believe in whatever you want to. But, don't doubt how much I love you."
"It's hard not to with all the things that happened." Minah replied. "You know what? Never mind." she puffed. "I knew that coming here would be like this."
"Minah, don't-" Taehyung tried to stop her. There was so much he wanted to say, to show her. But it'd be foolish of him.
Taehyung would be hypocritical if he said he didn't get involved with anyone else after them. The only difference between him and Minah was that Minah effectively moved on while he still tried to fill up that space in his heart. A space caused by no one else but himself.
The only thing is that Minah wasn't as good as he thought she was. She was broken inside, desolated. She loved Mingyu, that was sure. But she wouldn't ever be able to love him like she loved Taehyung. Their love was pure, wild and intense.
And it took her some time, but she learned the hardest lesson of life: letting go.
"Actually," she interrupted him, looking back at his eyes. "I think I should thank you. Not only for visiting me at the hospital. But for giving me the opportunity of meeting someone who truly and honestly loves me. Thank you." she forced a smile at him.
Watching her gather her bag on the couch, just like some years ago, Taehyung did nothing to stop her. He wished he did. She wished he did.
"Minah," he called her before she opened the door. She didn't look back but stopped moving. "I'm sorry."
Minah giggled, shaking her head.
"Do you?" she asked.
Once again, Taehyung didn't answer. Minah took that killing silence as his answer and opened the door, leaving his life forever.
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