#sorry its the wrong hour of morning for me and i am a hater but its EVERY FUCKING POST

[nyxi-pixie]

certain rarepair ships stop shit talking abt the more popular ship involving one of the characters in the rarepair on every single post abt that u make challenge IMPOSSIBLE

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Baby Love - Part 10

A/N - Finally an update!! 💕

chrisevans I'm so excited to announce that Y/N and I are expecting!! We are both over the moon.... i cannot even put into words how happy i am right now.

Mama and baby are both doing great and Dodger is thrilled that he's about to become a big brother.

#BabygirlEvansComingSoon

It was a few weeks after the premiere, middle of May, my 5th month in my pregnancy that Chris finally put out the announcement and surprisingly it went well....better than i could ever have imagined. The messages from Chris's fans were amazing! Of course there was still some haters but nothing that was too awful or couldn't be ignored. It was nice that it was out now and i didn't have to worry about someone finding out and leaking it to the press.

Chris was scheduled to start filming 'Defending Jacob' a series for Apple TV mid June through to July. The good thing being it was filming in Massachusetts, 20 minutes from home so he wouldn't have to stay away.

Chris was finally upstairs getting ready so he could head to set, he had been whining this morning about wanting to stay home with his girls.

I was currently laying on the sofa in a sports bra and shorts, with my now 6 month belly showing while i watched some crappy daytime show.... i had removed Chris's t-shirt when i started getting hot flushes.

"Okay im ready to.....go. Jesus christ why are you half naked right now?" I looked round to see Chris looking me up and down like i was the tastiest thing he'd ever seen. I rolled my eyes looking back at the TV "hot flushes, i sweat through my shirt...i feel like I'm burning alive"

"Such a drama queen" he chuckled

"Excuse you?..... you wanna try going through this??" I snapped, i knew as soon as it was out of my mouth it was uncalled for and instantly felt bad "I'm sorry i didn't mean to snap.... is the damn AC even working?" i said almost feeling like i was gonna cry. Chris came walking over crouching in front of me with a cold cloth and draped it across my forehead.

"That should help a little and i got you some ice..." he passed me a cup of ice chips and i cried.

"Hey! Whats wrong?"

"You're just the best boyfriend ever"

"Awww" he chuckled pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Don't.... I'm all sweaty and gross"

"I like you all sweaty" he wriggled his eyebrows making me laugh "and you're not gross..... you're beautiful. I nearly had a heart attack seeing you laying here looking like this.... now i really don't wanna leave"

"You have to, stop making excuses"

"I dont want to leave you alone like this..."

"I wont be, Scott's coming over we're gonna go for lunch later"

"Oh.... "

"You're okay with that right?"

"Yeah of course" he smiled before leaning in to give me a kiss.

"Hey! its just me!" Scott yelled from the front door on cue.

"In here!" I yelled reaching my hands out to Chris to help me up into a sitting position.

"Yikes! what is going on with you you're a mess" Scott said looking concerned.

"Thanks! Thats just what i needed to hear Scotty" i scooped out an ice chip and popped it in my mouth.

"Hot flushes" Chris told Scott and he pulled a face.

"I'll be okay in a minute, it'll pass. Though im pretty tempted to go jump in the damn pool right about now"

"Stay outta the pool sweetheart, maybe a lukewarm bath or shower would help?"

"I'll be fine Chris, you need to go or you're gonna be late"

"I don't wanna leave you alone...."

"Err hello? Im here, she's not alone" Scott said coming to sit next to me on the sofa.

"Can you put your shirt back on.....i don't feel comfortable...." Chris started to say while looking me over again.

"Stop! I am not putting that thing back on when i feel like I'm in the pits of hell Evans!" I said pointing at the soaking wet t-shirt on the table " besides Scott's seen me in my bathing suit plenty of times.... I'm wearing more now than i was then! also incase you forgot.... I'm not his type"

"I feel insulted!" Scott gasped before smiling at his brother.

"Just go to work! I will call you if i need anything, we'll be fine".

Chris sighed but nodded, he leant in and gave me a kiss and finally left for set.

"Geez he always like that?"

"No, he's got a little more protective as the pregnancy has gone on but that was new"

"He's probably just worried about you. This is the first time he's had to really leave you since you've been pregnant"

"He'll be back tonight! He needs to chill out. I know i sound like a bitch and i really don't mean to but i literally feel like Satan himself is roasting my body!"

"You want some more ice chips?"

"Yes please".

After another 30/40 minutes i finally felt myself cooling down.

"Oh thank god! I think it passed"

"For now"

"Thanks!" I laughed "I've had a few hot flushes here and there but nothing like that... that was brutal!"

"Well I'm glad it passed, why don't you go take a shower and we'll go get some lunch, it will do you good to get some fresh air, we can even take Dodger"

"Sounds good to me".

Scott and i grabbed lunch at a small family run cafe that was kinda tucked away, not a lot of people actually knew about it which was the reason we chose this place when we'd have lunch....it also had a small outside seating area where we could sit with Dodger.

Once we were done with lunch we took Dodger for a walk in the park where he found a new friend, they ran around together for a good half an hour.

"Wow he's gonna be beat" Scott laughed as we sat on a bench watching the two dogs running around.

"Good! He has too much energy!"

I chuckled "i'll be wanting to sleep and he brings me his toys wanting to play its exhausting" i said exaggerating, truth was i loved that Dodger always wanted my attention.

"Well he's gonna have to learn to share you when my niece arrives"

"Do you think he'll be okay with the baby?"

"Im sure he will, Dodge is a good boy"

"The best, i just worry. I worry about everything lately though" i laugh rubbing my hand over my belly "you ready to head back?"

"Sure"

I whistle and call for Dodger and he comes running straight over allowing me to attach he's leash.

"Lets go home bubba" i scratched behind his ear before handing the leash to Scott.

We got back to the house and let Dodger out of the car, he ran straight towards the front door and started growling and scratching at the door.

"Hey stop!" Scott said quickly and Dodger turned to look at him before starting again this time barking loudly.

"Whats his problem?"

"I don't know....."

"Maybe Chris is home?"

"His car isn't here....." i opened the door and Dodger ran inside sniffing everywhere.

"Hey Chris you home?" Scott called out but i already knew he wasn't, this didn't feel right.....

"Scott, somethings wrong....."

"What do you mean?" He asked turning to me looking concerned.

"I don't know its just a feeling i have"

Dodger suddenly ran past us and up the stairs, we followed him up to find him sitting outside mine and Chris's bedroom scratching at the door.

"Chris....." Scott called again thinking Dodger just wanted to get to him but no answer, the house was silent.

Scott stepped forward and opened the door and we both gasped at the what we saw. The whole room was trashed.

"Scott..... what if someones still in the house?" I turned to him with wide eyes as panic set it.

"Stay in here with Dodger, I'm gonna check the house..."

"No! Just call the cops, stay in here with us!"

"I'll be fine! They're probably long gone, Dodger would be going crazy if they were still here...but i just wanna make sure".

"Please be careful! I'll call the cops"

"Okay lock the door behind me".

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Pastel Mafia

@quagmireisadora finished Chapter 2 - FINALLY! TT ^ TT

CHAPTER 1: A ROUGH DAY

CHAPTER 2: WHEN THE GOING GETS ROUGH

Kibum sighed as he entered his apartment. Leaning against the door as he took off his shoes. He glanced at the microwave clock he could see from where he stood: 2:18 am. He's got maybe three hours before he has to get up for his part-time job at Albert's, a fancy bakery in the upper east side, at the opposite end of town. He would love nothing better than to sleep in tomorrow, but Albert's paid the best out of all his part-time jobs, and he got tips. 

Right now, he needed all the tips and extra hours he can get. His last roommate had bailed on him, leaving him with an entire two-bedroom apartment to pay. He had begged his landlord to let him pay for his half of the apartment and will get him the rest later.

Kibum remembered the call from St. John's collection department, he still owed them a portion of last month's installment. His fist clenched at the embarrassment of admitting to a total stranger he didn't even have five dollars to his name. His last one disappeared when he lost his wallet.

Kibum trudged to the tiny kitchen and pulled out the leftover Chinese from his bag, thankful that the shift manager had let him take home whatever portions were left. He popped the take out carton into the microwave and looked around his apartment, with its peeling paint and cold air - he had barely turned on the heater since winter began. He was sleeping with thick clothes on, the thermostat just above '5' at the dial. 

Kibum's eyes landed on the syllabus stuck to the fridge. The tears exhaustion couldn't squeeze from him poured at the thought that he will have to stop school. 

 God, he was tired. 

 So tired - but life didn't care. 

 Kibum wiped his cheeks. Squaring his shoulders as he pulled the warmed up Chinese and dug in. No use in indulging his tears. He didn't have enough food to drown his feelings.

  - O -  

 "Carlos Amarillo at 57, was confirmed to have passed away by his son, Gian Amarillo today. No details were given to what caused the business tycoon's sudden death. Amarillo, who was the head of the Amarillo Group conglomerate, was a noted businessman and humanitarian in the area -," Jinki tuned out the late night news, lips tightening at the praises. 

 "What a bunch of hypocrites," Taemin sneered at the TV. "Not a month ago, they wanted Amarillo's head for Hawthorne Bridge!"

 "Had they pushed a little further, they would've found proof of involvement," Minho interjected. 

 "They would have gotten paid off or threatened," Jinki said, reviewing the report on the shipment of electronics that arrived yesterday. "Or found their contact dead."

 "True," Minho agreed, swirling the scotch he had been nursing since the news started. "What do you think Junior will do?"

 Jinki leaned back, loosening his tie. He'd never worked with Gian before. All he knew about the new head of the Amarillo was that he was in the business, and he was ambitious.

 "I heard Gian was banished from the main family for running that side deal with Salazar," Jinki said, referring to a semi-prominent Mexican cartel. "So, I'm not sure if he's going to declare war or be open for business."

 "My money is on declaring war," Taemin said, slurping an oyster. "If he wants to gain the respect of his father's men, he'll be doing just that. I mean, you did when you took over the business."

 "Yeah, but Gian has a hater with his father's numero uno," Minho said, leaning over Taemin's oyster bucket to reach for the charcuterie board. "Rumor has it Vincenzo Benotti might be the old Amarillo's love child."

 "Really?" Jinki asked Minho. "I've never heard of this."

 "I'm not surprised," Minho shrugged before popping a cracker piled with pate and cheese into his mouth. "It's parlour game rumours; some drunken Amarillo lackey may have blabbed over drinks or said out of spite. You know how it is."

 Jinki turned to his computer and pulled up the file on Carlos Amarillo. Under the 'Known Associates' directory, was a picture of Vincenzo. The man had black hair and brown eyes. Just like Amarillo Sr. Being Italian that didn't mean anything. But something about the slant of the man's jaw reminded Jinki of Carlos. 

 "Minho, investigate Vincenzo," Jinki ordered. "I want to know everything. What town his ancestors were from to the brand of their favourite red wine."

 Jinki wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but it was worth investigating. Lovechild or not, Vincenzo might be vying for the top seat. Gian Amarillo could need some help with ensuring his position in the organization. His deal with Carlos Amarillo may not be as dead as he thought it was. On life support, but it looked like it could be revived. 

 He just needed to convince either Vincenzo or Gian that he would make a good ally despite the little fiasco last week. What're a few bullets between business partners? In their world, it was practically considered a nicety. 

 "By the way," Jinki suddenly remembered his pet project. "What do we have on the guy who saved my ass last week?"

- O -

 Albert's was, as usual, teeming with yuppies, grabbing their trendy breakfast before heading off to work. Kibum rang up orders as fast as he could, but his mind still on the unpaid bills he needed to take care of. Kibum glanced down the line, trying to determine how much longer the rush was going to last. With detachment, he noted the quality of apparel Albert's clientele sported and envied the financial security, all of them exuded. 

 "A croissant and a large of your medium roast, please," a woman with flawless makeup and Gucci bag said, barely looking him in the face as she pulled out a Valentino wallet. Kibum punched the order in; $15.08 for Anna. A breakfast for Anna was Kibum's meal budget for 3-days, courtesy of his employee rate at the Dong Fan Chinese restaurant.

 "An espresso please and the fruit and protein box," man in gleaming Rolex and Balenciaga briefcase ordered. His suit was probably Italian, ranging around $5,000.00 to $8,000.00, depending on the make—the leather briefcase around $2,000.00. The Rolex was at least $3,000.00. The guy's entire ensemble would have more than paid off his grandmother's hospital bill. 

 Sir, would you mind pawning me your Rolex so that I can get the hospital off my back? Kibum silently asked the yuppie who didn't bother leaving a tip. 

 "The yogurt parfait and medium-light roast, please," a red-head regular asked. The diamond engagement ring on her finger was so big; it was at least 2 carats with a platinum band encrusted with tiny diamonds. Kibum's entire year of schooling was sitting on that woman's ring finger. 

 Would you mind lending me your ring so I can enroll? Kibum asked the woman in his head as he flashed his practiced smile when she dropped a toonie in the tip jar. I would like to make more of my life than bussing tables and waiting on people. Please. 

 The next customer was dressed in a simple navy blue pinstripe suit. One could say the man didn't belong in the "fashionable" line. Working at Albert's for the past three years had taught Kibum how to size people at a glance. Gauging where they belong in the socio-economic ladder had become his weird expertise. Though the outfit was simple, borderline plain, the perfect fit of the shoulders and elegant drop of the knife-edge crease of the pants said tailored. The understated silver - most likely platinum - watch and leather loafers screamed old money.  

 "The blueberry muffin and a tall medium roast, please," the man said, handing Kibum a fifty dollar bill. 

 Kibum barely stopped an eye-roll. C'mon, dude, it's barely 8 am. Have a little sense, and don't drop a bill so large so early in the morning. "Sir, do you have a smaller bill?"

 "No change?" the man asked an eyebrow raised. 

 "Unfortunately," Kibum said with a fake apologetic smile. 

 "Keep the change then."

 "Sir, your total is $12.30," Kibum exclaimed. 

 "I don't have a smaller bill," the man said as he placed the bill on the counter and walked away.

 "Sir -," Kibum called out, but the next customer stepped in front of him. 

 Kibum punched the payment on auto-pilot and dropped the change in the tip jar, almost feeling nauseous. That was hella over the top, and somehow assholish in its extravagance. But he was thankful for the extra cash he was going to get. 

 After his shift at Albert's, Kibum rushed to the bus stop for his afternoon shift at Dong Fan. The bus was pulling away from the curb when he arrived. Kibum gritted his teeth against the frustration surging through him. He was going to be late for his shift and that meant income loss. 

 Kibum took a deep breath to stifle the string of curses rising from his chest. He took out his phone to call the restaurant but noticed he had an email from St. John's. He was tempted to ignore it but tapped on the icon anyways. 

 Kibum blinked at the message. He scrolled up again to check the sender. Yeah, there it was, St. Johns Hospital. But something was wrong because the email contained a receipt for the amount he owed the hospital.

 Confused, Kibum clicked on the phone number in the signature, brow furrowing as the call went through. After being transferred to accounting he asked about the status of his account. 

 "Your account is up to date."

 "Excuse me?"

 "Your balance was paid for in full yesterday."

 "By whom?" Kibum asked still in disbelief, afraid to believe. "I didn't make the payment," Kibum said. "No one else would make the payment."

 "Payment came in electronically from Jjinggu LLC," the agent answered. "It could be one of those angel-sponsors."

 "What's an angel-sponsor?"

 "They're anonymous individuals or organizations who will settle random accounts as part of their charity work."

 "And you don't know their names at all?"

 "No, I'm sorry. Payors are not required to identify themselves."

 "Ok... but you're sure, they made the payment against my account?"

 "Yes, sir," Kibum heard the operator's smile. "I'm one hundred percent sure, Mr. Kim." 

 "OK," Kibum whispered. "Thanks."

 "Was there anything else I can help you with?"

 "No, that's it."

 Kibum disconnected the call, reeling from the relief. Tears pricked his eyes as the weight of the debt lifted off of his chest. Kibum cupped his hands over his phone, holding it against his forehead. 

 "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Kibum chanted in whispers, collapsing on the bus stop bench, trying to contain the tremors running through his body. Glad for a very long time he was alone. 

[smutbymia]

Happy Hour (Mark Lee x Reader smut)

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT (Alcohol use, no protection mentioned, sexual content), slight dom themes 

Word Count: Around 3.3k

Pairing: Mark Lee x Female Reader 

PLOT: You landed your dream internship at an entertainment production company and have finally gotten the opportunity to impress your boss when he gives you the important role of casting backup dancers for a music video being shot for a new artist. Unfortunately, you aren’t taking on the project alone and are forced to work alongside Mark, who you’ve known since you were in grade school and who seems to constantly be in competition with you.

MY FIRST FIC! Please let me know your thoughts. All criticism is welcome. Requests are welcome too. Please consider following me and I will follow back! I am quite satisfied with the way this turned out and can’t wait to write more. 

- mia rose <3

You tried to hide the disappointment on your face. You had been waiting for months to get the chance to finally prove yourself to your boss, Bishop Banks – the most talented person in the entertainment industry you knew personally. Not only did you work your butt off to graduate from the top communications program in Toronto but you had to go through an intense interview process to land the internship as well. There was no way you were going to pass up the chance to potentially land a full time job at Banks productions. You took a deep breath before responding to the heart wrenching news you just received.

“Working with Mark would be an absolute pleasure,” you said as you forced a smile. Banks didn’t look convinced. He had been mentoring the both of you for the past couple of weeks and knew you and Mark weren’t exactly the best of friends. The tension between the two of you was easily noticed by anyone who spent only minutes in your presence. It wasn’t your fault Mark intentionally tried to push your buttons all the time.

“I know Kioko is a new artist but I need you guys to do well in this casting. His record label has invested a lot of money into the production of his first video and this could make or break his entire career,” said Bishop sternly as he shuffled through pages on his desk, “So, please stay focused and make sure you find the perfect dancers. I have all of their information in these portfolio’s, along with audition tapes and some notes from the director so you should get started if you want to be prepared for tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, Bishop. I can’t speak on behalf of y/n but I got this.” said Mark, as he leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed behind his head, and legs spread apart. You rolled your eyes at him after hearing his comment, and he responded with a wink. Bishop continued flipping through documents and adding final pages to the folders marked with both yours and Marks names on them, oblivious to what had just happened.

You hated how relaxed Mark was. It was as if neither of you had changed since you were kids. He was always the popular kid who never struggled at all. Not only was he extremely good looking, but he was also extremely smart. He didn’t even have to try, which was the most unfair part of it all. You put your blood sweat and tears into everything you did but he seemed to accomplish the same things you did with ease. Not to mention the fact that he seemed to be extremely likeable to everyone else but you. You never saw the side of Mark that everyone else did. For some reason he had always been so tough with you, teasing you and making you nervous whenever he got the chance. It wasn’t until you started University together that he finally seemed to ease up… until you both ended up interning at the same company.

Shortly after, you were ushered out of your boss’ office and finished work for the day. Or at least you should have been. Because the final casting would be starting tomorrow, there was actually a lot of paperwork and footage to go through in preparation.

You found Mark sitting in the common room of the production office conversing with some other employees. Two girls laughed at something he was saying while gazing at him like he was the only man in the world. All girls got like that around Mark. You couldn’t really blame them but you also couldn’t quite understand them either. You hesitated before walking up to them.

Mark was sat in between the two girls on a couch with his legs crossed and his arms stretched across the back. His shirt had the first few buttons undone with its sleeves pushed up to his forearms and his tie from earlier was already off. He clearly couldn’t wait to unwind at the end of the workday.

You stood awkwardly in front of the three of them as they ignored you. Mark was clearly aware of your presence but the girls were too mesmerized by him to even glance in your direction. You cleared your throat and their conversation died down.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we should probably go through some of these documents before tomorrow. The boardroom is free and –“ you began, before being cut off by Mark. 

“That sounds great,” he said, his voice dripping in sarcasm, “but it’ll have to wait until after happy hour is over.”

Almost every day the staff would have drinks in the lounge at the hotel down the street. You had been a couple of times but decided it wasn’t really your scene when you saw how quickly everyone let loose. After a particular incident in high school, you quickly learned that it was best to get drunk around your closest friends and no one else. You had made that mistake before and Mark was unfortunately there to witness it. You knew how to have a good time but you definitely didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of your colleagues.

As if Mark could sense your discomfort, the corners of his mouth turned upwards to form the cheeky smile he always had when he knew he was getting under your skin. You opened your mouth to protest just as your boss walked out of his office and into the common area, stopping to say his goodbyes before heading home for the night.

Mark used the situation to his advantage. He spoke loud enough for the boss to hear. 

“You will be joining me right, y/n? We can get started on the work. Unless you want to put this off for a couple of hours?”

You plastered another fake smile across your face before nodding and turning straight for the exit, not waiting to see if Mark was following you. You wanted to get it over with and at this point you were willing to do whatever it took to get through this collaboration, even if that meant suffering through happy hour.

An hour and a half later you were back at the company with Mark in the boardroom. He had put you on the spot in front of a bunch of other interns and you ended up having a drink or three. Luckily the alcohol didn’t hit you then but you were really starting to feel it now. Mark was clearly drunk as well, but as usual he kept his cool composure. You sat in a chair, spinning yourself in circles as you waited for him to start playing the audition tapes on the television screen.

Even though you had broken your alcohol rule, you had to admit you were feeling pretty good. It had been a while since you had gotten drunk like this and it felt liberating. For the first time in a long time you didn’t feel on edge or stressed out. You reached up and released your hair from the bun it had been in all day. As your hair cascaded down, you met Marks gaze across the room. He stared intensely as you arched your back, chest pushed forward, massaging your scalp.

“Ugh, that feels SO much better.” you moaned, as you lowered your arms and leaned back into your chair. You kicked off your heels, because fuck it. No one was in the office and it was probably going to be a long night anyway. And you slipped out of the blazer you wore over your dress.

Mark moved across the room as his eyes scanned all over your body. He took in every last bit of you, from your stockings and back up again. He sat in a chair next to you, not saying a word as the audition tapes began to play. You both prepared yourselves to take notes on each candidate.

After judging the first few dancers it was clear you guys were not on the same page. The once quiet boardroom was now filled with your bickering voices.

“She wasn’t even that good!” you proclaimed.

Mark groaned in response, “What are you talking about? She’s hot. That’s exactly what we need!”

“Exactly! That’s the problem. She’s just hot. We need people with actual talent!” you started, “You’re thinking with the wrong head, Mark. Even I could do better than that!”

Mark broke out into a fit of laughter. “Y/N, the guys you’ve chosen have only been capable of doing corny hip rolls and basic two steps. And we both know alcohol impairs your ability to make good decisions… even though it does make you a really great dancer.” he said, holding back more laughter.

The alcohol had definitely loosened you both up, but that comment still managed to make you blush. You guys hadn’t talked about that embarrassing night from high school so candidly in years despite Mark finding subtle ways to tease you about it from time to time.

You had gotten really drunk at a small party and may or may not have given Mark a lap dance. For years he had been hate-flirting with you, but that night he really challenged you when he made a comment about your so called ‘lack of sex appeal’. You two had been butting heads all night and you got the crazy idea of putting on a little private show for him, which was interrupted by a group of his friends who stumbled into the room. The embarrassment didn’t hit until the next morning when you sobered up.  

The memories replayed over and over in your head until you processed what he had just said.

“So you’ve finally admitted it then!” you yelled, jumping up out of your chair and standing over Mark. “That whole sex appeal thing was complete bullshit and you were just being a hater!”

You were stood between his legs now but the sudden excitement from hearing his confession and your abrupt escape from your chair caused you to stumble forward. You forgot that you were still tipsy for a second. Before you could come crashing down on top of Mark, he grabbed onto your hips to steady you.

The mood in the room dramatically shifted. Once again, you locked eyes. His grip momentarily tightened and you let out a quick breath in response as the tension rose. His big beautiful eyes were glazed over, and staring right into your soul. He licked his lips before getting up from his chair, not letting go of your body just yet.

You slowly raised your head as he raised himself out of his chair — standing taller than you, making sure to maintain his gaze as his breathing deepened along with your own.

“You’ve always been good at being a tease, you know that?” he said, as his breathing became more frantic. He guided your hips backwards until you were pushed against the boardroom table. It wasn’t until he released his grip that you realized just how firmly he had been holding onto you. It was definitely going to leave some sexy bruises for you to admire in the mirror later.

His hands rested on either side of you, pressed firmly against the surface of the table with your hands pressed up against his chest. You ran your hands over his body before sliding one over his neck and into his dark hair. The gesture made him break eye contact with you as he shut his eyes and lowered his head, meeting his forehead with yours. He groaned and pushed his hips into yours while struggling not to circle them.

You could feel the stiffness in his pants growing, and let out a quiet moan in response. Mark continued to steady himself on the boardroom table, as his other hand began to wander up your thigh, over your hips, and towards your chest.

“You kind of owe me for what you did to me that night. You turned me on, and didn’t even finish dancing for me.” he said. He had moved his head to the side of your face and dropped his voice lower to a whisper before finishing, “And I’ve had to watch you walk around this place for months in these stockings and all of those mini dresses and skirts.”

You could hear the frustration in his voice as he palmed your breasts firmly, and began really circling his hips. Groaning directly into your ear, he continued airing out his grievances while you let out quiet moans.

“Now I’m forced to work with you and you won’t stop complaining about my choices in women as if any of them could ever fucking turn me on the way you do, y/n.” he said through gritted teeth. He fisted your hair, pulling back with enough force to expose your neck before trailing wet kisses down the length of  it as you moaned loudly in response.  

“I-I’m sorry.” you muffled, through the moans. You hadn’t intentionally done anything to hurt him but you knew that you weren’t exactly the easiest person to work with sometimes as well. You definitely were a bit of a brat at times and being so hyper focused on your work had been making you more uptight lately.

“Don’t be, princess.” He said, as he momentarily slowed his pace and dropped a single peck on your cheek. “I’ve been an even bigger asshole to you. But I plan on making it up to you right now.”

With a quick motion, Mark wrapped his free arm around you and lifted you up onto the boardroom table. He pulled your two chairs into position, before placing each of your legs on either one and placing himself between your legs.

He gently pushed back on your chest until you leaned back onto your own hands. He watched your chest rise and fall with every breath, pure lust in his eyes. You weren’t sure what to expect from him anymore. He went from being completely desperate for your touch to being dominant within minutes. He was taking complete control but you loved every second of it.

Mark leaned back over your body, lifting you slightly off the table to hike up your dress and exposing your stockings. He gripped the fabric and tore it right down the middle, as you gasped. He pressed his index and middle finger over your clit as you threw your head back moaning. The sudden pressure had caught you off guard and by the time you had opened your eyes again he was lowering himself onto his knees.

He pushed your panties aside and wasted no time pressing his tongue into you. With a single slow lick up your slit, he had you whimpering throughout the entire room. He continued to play with you for several minutes until you were dripping wet. Suddenly, his pace intensified as his tongue swirled against your clit before taking it into his mouth, suckling until your body began to shake, edging closer to its limit. Your body stretched across the table. You no longer had the energy to even sit up and watch him anymore as you writhed underneath his touch in pure ecstasy.  “Oh my goodness, Mark… I’m going to –“ you began, as your hips began to raise up. You weren’t in control of your own body anymore. You thrusted against his tongue out of necessity. You needed to feel every last bit of him. He reached up to hold you into position.

“Keep riding my face… yeah, just like that. I want you to come for me, Princess.” he mumbled, between your thighs. His words pushed you over the edge as your body began to convulse, finally reaching its orgasm as your hips jerked and twitched against his wet face. Usually you would have been embarrassed to look so hungry for another persons touch but it felt too good to worry about such things this time. 

Mark wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt before standing up again. The fabric of his pants were stretched to their limit, being strained by his hard dick. He palmed himself through his pants.

“You taste like heaven, baby girl. I wish you could see how sexy you look right now spread out across this table.” he groaned as he reached under his pants, stroking himself. He held himself up against the table with one arm as the other one pumped away, with a pained expression on his face.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. You watched as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and the veins in his arms became more prominent with each stroke as his pants dropped lower to expose more of him. The sight alone was enough to send your heart racing. Not only did he take care of you, but the mere sight of you drove him this crazy? You sat up and reached towards him to cup his face.

Your lips slowly and sensually met. It was a kiss long overdue.Your lips parted and you sucked on his tongue, tasting both him and yourself. Mark pulled away as he threw his head back. “Fuck.” he exclaimed as he jerked his hips into his palm. He was getting closer but there was no way you were going to let him finish on his own even though he was clearly too much of a gentleman to expect anything in return.

You leaned back onto the table and slipped out of your dress as marks eyes were firmly shut, focusing on his pleasure.

You spread your legs apart before calling his name, “Mark, it’s my turn to make it up to you.”

You locked eyes before slipping your fingers into your mouth to wet them before reaching towards his member. He released himself immediately and watched transfixed as you jerked him off slowly before directing him to your entrance.

With a quick motion you pushed yourself onto him, meeting his body half way with your own. He cursed under his breath, wrapping both of his arms around your body. He filled every inch of you comfortably stretching your walls and making your legs tremble. His thrust were rough, deep, and slow. With your head thrown back, and his face burrowed in your neck, you both reached your peaks together. With two final desperate thrusts, Mark collapsed onto your body, releasing himself inside of you – with your arms wrapped around one another. Neither of you could believe what had just happened... in the boardroom of all places. 

The following day was eventful. You were completely exhausted from the night before. Before leaving, you hoped that no one would look over the security footage and question why you arrived in the office in stockings and left without them, since mark had completely destroyed your favourite pair. You and Mark may have had fun but you still needed to stay late and finish up your actual work and clean up the mess you made in the boardroom you happened to be sitting in at that very moment with your boss, a director, and the rest of the crew, working out the logistics regarding the video shoot.

The entire time, Mark stared intently at you while glancing down at the table, obviously replaying last night events in his head. You tried your hardest to focus on the meeting but couldn’t help but feel turned on knowing he was both unusually quiet for once and also staring at you.

“Great results from the casting, you two. I knew you would be able to come together and play nice with each other to get the job done.” said Bishop Banks as he wrapped up the meeting for the day. 

Your cheeks flushed red at his comment as Mark stifled a laugh. If only your boss knew how literal of a statement that was. 

[oranjis-shipping-mess]

ABC Challenge ~ Jihan H is for Haven (I know its crazy, but marry me, part 1)

"Babe? You're home early." Joshua smiled from the couch where he was sitting, book in one hand, cup of tea in the other. He placed both on the table as he got up to greet Mingyu with a kiss. "I'm only here to pick up some files that I forgot earlier." Mingyu went to his little office to get the files he needed. "Hey Mings, I saved dinner for you, you can take it with you?" Joshua smiled as he handed Mingyu a bag with the food. "I'm not hungry. Look, I need to go now. Don't wait up for me." Mingyu ranted as he made his way outside again, followed by Joshua, who waved him goodbye, bag still in his hand. "I love you, Mings." Mingyu was already back at his car, "bye." Was the only thing he said before he got in and left.

Joshua sighed as he put the bag with food away, he figured he could just have it for lunch tomorrow. Sitting down back at the couch, turning the tv on, trying to find something intresting to watch. Mingyu had been tense lately, it was only three days before their wedding, and ofcourse, Joshua was nervous too. But he barely recognized Mingyu anymore. Maybe it was because Joshua didn't feel comfortable hosting bachelor parties, and Mingyu was still angry over it. Or maybe it was because Mingyu's boss was giving him a hard time at work. All by all, Joshua wasn't sure, and he wished that Mingyu would open up to him about it.

Barely an hour had passed, and it was still early in the evening, too early to go to bed, that was. So Joshua got his phone and called Jeonghan. "Hey, my love. What's up?" The older answered, loud noises coming from the background. "Jeonghanniee, are you really busy tonight? Maybe we can watch a movie together?" Jeonghan had his phone on his shoulder, pressed to his cheek, as he tossed several drinks to the costumers. "Aah, Joshuji, I am very sorry, but its incredibly crowded tonight. I can come after my shift though? Or you could come here, if you want." Joshua shrugged, even though Jeonghan couldn't see him. "Maybe. I'll think about it. But we're still on for tomorrow, right?" Joshua had turned off the tv, as nothing intresting was on. "Yes, ofcourse. 8:30, your place. I can take breakfast with me from that place you like, but let me know if your soon to be husband, will be joining breakfast." Joshua bit his lip at the mention of Mingyu, "ya, I'll let you know, Han. See you in the morning, maybe tonight." And they said their goodbyes.

Joshua and Jeonghan had known each other since kindergarden. From the very first day, no one was ever able to seperate them. Through the years, they would barely pay attention to anyone else, as they knew they had each other to count on. At an early age, Jeonghan already knew he was in to boys, and he wasn't afraid to be open about it. He didn't care about the haters, and only cared about the people that were close to him. As for Joshua, he had always been more confused. He respected Jeonghan so much, but he could never see himself like that. Be openly gay and okay with it. He was afraid of the judgement and the haters, that was, untill he met Mingyu. He was head over heals for this guy, and Jeonghan had helped him with everything, from asking Mingyu out for their very first date, to how Joshua had proposed. And Jeonghan was happy for Joshua, even though he was broken inside. He always knew that Joshua was special to him, as when they grew older, he fell in love with him, but didn't want to ruin their friendship. They even kissed, more then once. Usually on nights when they were out, clubbing, and too wasted to remember it the next day. But that came to an end when Joshua and Mingyu started dating. But untill this day, Jeonghan was still in love with Joshua, and in just a few days, he would be the best man at Joshua and Mingyu's wedding.

Now, Mingyu was a very different person compared to Jeonghan. Where Jeonghan was outgoing, not afraid of anything, Mingyu was a very closed person. He would barely talk about his emotions, and he definitly was a work-a-holic, meaning that sometimes, or most of the time, he would prioritize his job over Joshua. And Jeonghan hated it. He absolutely hated the way Mingyu treated Joshua. He would sometimes fantasize about what could have happend, if he had told Joshua about how he felt. They could have been a perfect match. A match made in heaven, as they called it. And that one time, when he did feel ready to talk about it, Joshua had come to him, asking advice on how to get Mingyu's attention.

But now it was three days before Joshua and Mingyu were to get married. Tomorrow they would go to the venue they had hired. It was a very large building, beautiful garden in the back. That's where they'd hold the ceremony, the party would follow inside the venue. Now, tomorrow they were gonna start on the decorating, but Mingyu had to cancel due to work. So Jeonghan, Joshua's best man, was to accompany him, together they would decorate everything the way that Joshua and Mingyu had discussed.

Joshua looked once again at the time, it was still early, but he didn't feel like going clubbing, neither did he feel like staying up till God knows what time for Mingyu to get home. So he decided to take a warm bath, scented candle on the side and just go to bed after.

"Mingyu?" Jeonghan mentioned his name, suprised to see him in the club. "Where is Josh?" Mingyu shrugged, looking like he wanted to die at that exact moment. "Home, sleeping? I don't know. Now get me your strongest drink and mind your own fucking business." Jeonghan rolled his eyes as he got Mingyu his drink. "You do realize that you're getting married in less then three days, right? And that your fiancée is currently stressing about everything, alone." Mingyu took hold of the glass, "what do you not understand about minding your own business? Anyways, what time does your shift end? Or am I stuck to you for the rest of the night?" Jeonghan rested both his hands on the counter, "not that it is any of your business, but my co-worker should be here any minute, and I'm free to go." Mingyu nodded as he made his way through the club, ignoring Jeonghan's answer completely.

"What the fuck?" Jeonghan looked at the two man in front of him, one of them definitly being Mingyu. "Mingyu!" He screamed as he ripped the two appart. "God damn it, Jeonghan. For fucking once, can you just mind your own business?" The other guy just stared at them, not sure what to do. "I wanna say i'm sorry, but i'm not." His voice was stern as his fist made its way to Mingyu's jaw. But Mingyu was quick to respond and took hold of Jeonghan's arm. "Now, here is what you'll do, Jeonghan. You will turn around, walk away and forget that you saw us, okay? Oh, and if you even think about telling Joshua about this, think again." Jeonghan tried to get out of Mingyu's grip, "ofcourse I will tell Joshua, how long has this been going on, Mingyu?" Mingyu grabbed Jeonghan by his collar, "if you really must know, this is Vernon, my fiancée, and we've been together ever since highschool." Jeonghan's jaw dropped in disbelieve. "Then why are you with Joshua? Do you have any idea how much he loves you? How much he cares for you? And now you're telling me you have another fiancée? When are you gonna tell him?" Jeonghan struggled to get his feet in the ground, as Mingyu's grip was tight. "Simple, I'm not gonna tell him. And yes, ofcourse I know how much he loves me. He promised me, that when we're married and grow old together, and if he were to pass away first, he'd leave me all his money, and the big villa out of town that his parents left him. So, guess who's gonna have to plan a funeral soon? No worries, I'll invite you, so you can say your last, pathethic goodbye." Mingyu chuckled as he let go of Jeonghan, who immedeatly pushed him. "You fucking asshole, what are you planning? You can't do this! I will tell him everything, you're not gonna get away with this!" Mingyu stroke Jeonghan's cheek, "you can tell. But who do you think he's gonna believe? His fiancée or his pathetic friend? Oh, and no, don't worry. It won't be painfull for him. Cause of death? There probably was something wrong with the food on our honeymoon." Jeonghan couldn't believe anything of what Mingyu was telling him, he looked at Vernon, "and you are okay with all of this?" The guy just nodded, "its not the first time one of us got married while we were already happily engaged." He explained, as he smiled at Mingyu. Jeonghan felt like he was gonna pass out any time soon, "you're both fucking twisted." He managed to say as he finally made his way outside, in need for fresh air.

The next morning, Jeonghan was at Joshua's place at 8:30 sharp. Breakfast with him, as promised. Joshua smiled tiredly as he opened the door and greated Jeonghan with a hug, "I missed you, Hannie." Jeonghan hugged back tightly, "I missed you too, Jiji." Jeonghan had been awake almost all night, not sure how he had to tell Joshua, because he knew this news would crush him, and he couldn't bare to see that happen.

Over breakfast, they had small talk, but Jeonghan couldn't help but notice how tired Joshua looked. "Josh, isn't Mingyu joining for breakfast?" It almost looked like Joshua had stopped breathing for a moment, "uhm, no. He already left for work before I woke up." Jeonghan sighed, "when we finish, you should get dressed soon, so we can go to the venue. Did you already try on your suit? Because if anything needs to be changed last minute, we have to get it to the store today." Joshua nodded, "I'll try it on quickly before I get dressed."

Jeonghan quickly cleaned whatever was left from breakfast, as they made their way to Joshua and Mingyu's bedroom. Jeonghan sat down at the edge of the bed, waiting for Joshua to get his suit. As Joshua removed his tshirt, Jeonghan's eyes immedeatly fell on the bruises on Joshua's back, "Josh, what's that?" Joshua immedeatly turned around, "what?" Jeonghan got up and stood behind Joshua, placing his hand on Joshua's hips. "Did Mingyu do that to you?" Joshua sighed, "he was just a little pissed off when he got home during the night. Jeonghan, its okay. He was gentle this time." Jeonghan carefully hugged Joshua from behind, "gentle? Josh, I'm sorry, I really didn't want to be the one to tell you this. But you can't marry him." Joshua frowned as he turned around, Jeonghan's arms still around his waist. "What are you talking about? If its about the bruise, its nothing to worry about. Its just a small one." Jeonghan shook his head as he gently stroke Joshua's cheek, "Joshua.. Can't you see it? He's not good for you. This was not the first time he hurt you like that. He didn't-", Joshua shook his head, "no, don't worry. We didn't have sex. You know that. Mingyu knows how important it is for me to wait till the night of the wedding." Jeonghan sighed, "that's literally the only promise he's keeping, Josh. Joshua, last night.. Last night I caught Mingyu making out with someone else. And it apparently wasn't the first time." Joshua frowned, "what? Jeonghan, what are you talking about?" Joshua started feeling hot inside, waiting for Jeonghan to explain.

They were both sitting on the bed now, Joshua was crying, Jeonghan comforting him, arms around him tightly. "But J-Jeonghan, what do I do now? He's about to get married to someone else? But what about our wedding? I can't cancel everything, I just can't.." Jeonghan slowly stroke his hand over Joshua's back, "simple, you let everything go through. You won't even tell Mingyu that you found out."

"What? Jeonghan, I c-can't do that. I don't want to marry him. What do you want me to do?" Joshua wiped his tears away as he looked in to Jeonghan's eyes.

"Marry me, Joshua Hong."

[lesbian-deadpool]

A “Good Day.”

Tony Stark x Steve Rogers

Words: 1,895.

A/N: This is part two of Mismatched Hair. But it can be read on its own. I wrote this because the people who have watched Infinity War need this, because I know I fucking did. @starsandsupernovae, here you go. This is how IW went right? This is what happened? No hurt? No pain? No destruction? Great! I'm in denial!

P.s. There are no spoilers in this. So enjoy.

It had started as a good day.

Started.

There were no missions, which was rare. What was rarer, however, was that the only people at the tower were, Steve, Tony, Peter, Bucky, and Bruce.

Clint was with his family. Pietro was busy ruining Vision and Wanda's day out together. Scott was with his daughter. Thor and was at the shwarma place, eating almost everything they had, as Loki watched with disgust clear on his face. Natasha was God knows where. And the rest were at their homes or didn't say where they were going.

At Noon, the day had started. The ones at the tower having a late start to the day.

Tony was making the coffee, or as he calls it, his staying alive juice. As Steve cooked breakfast.

Peter walked into the kitchen, yawning as he stretched his arms above his head. Still clad in his Ironman pyjama shirt, Captain America pyjama pants, and Spider-Man socks.

"Good morning," he said, through yet another yawn.

"Good morning? It's noon," Steve replied.

"You can talk. You woke up twenty minutes ago," Tony said, pointing to Steve with his steaming cup of black coffee.

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

"Yeah, you're still in your pyjamas, too," Peter added. Gesturing to Steve's white tank top, and grey sweatpants. Then to Tony's silk pyjamas, that was obviously custom made. They looked like the Ironman suit. But used Steves, Captain Americas, red, white, and blue.

"Hey! I was defending you, kid."

"Sorry," Peter said bashfully.

Tony handed Steve his black coffee with five sugars in it, because that's the only way he can drink it. Unlike Tony, who drank it black without anything added.

"Do ya want coffee, kid?" Tony asked Peter, who was now at one of the counters stools.

"Yeah."

"How do you want it?"

"Black. Nothing added. Just like you Mr Stark."

"Okay," Tony said chuckling. He knew exactly the way he liked his coffee. Almost white, four sugars, with cream.

Steve finished making breakfast, just as Tony placed Peters coffee in front of him. It soon being joined by a stack of pancakes doused in syrup.

"Wheres Dr Banner and Bucky?" Peter asked as they sat down either side of him, digging into their own breakfasts.

"Bucky's still asleep. And Bruce is down in the lab," Steve replied. Bucky would predictably sleep the day away. And Bruce would carry on like any other day.

"I suppose you'll be joining Dr Banner, Mr Stark?" Peter asked, already knowing the answer, that Tony would indeed be spending the rest of his day down in the lab.

"Actually, no. I wanted to take a break today. See what the kids do," he replied surprising Peter. Steve smiling into his coffee, he had talked to Tony, about spending more time with the boy, they thought of as a son.

"Really?"

"Yep. What do you want to do Today, kid?"

"Um... well... I have to finish up some science homework. But after that, we could totally do whatever. We could go to the zoo?" he suggested.

"Homework and the zoo it is," Tony said happily, banging his fists against the counter, in playful affirmation.

"It's good that you care about your school work so much, Peter," Steve said, a devious smirk plastered on his face. "You're well on your way to, "yeeting" yourself into a bright future."

Peter groaned at Steve, as Tony laughed his ass off. Peter turned to face him when he began speaking.

"Oh, come on, kid. Just, "dab on them, haters!"." Tony laughed.

Peter groaned once again, "Oh my God, please stop." As they laughed.

Three pm.

Peter and Tony were sat at the dining table, working on Peters homework. As Steve showerd.

"And that's how you solve that equation," Tony said, throwing his arms out from his sides, happily.

"Thanks, Mr Stark. You're a really great teacher," he said. "Also, your hair's growing in nicely."

Tony smiled, running his hand through his soft hair. That was only an inch long. His sides cut short, and the top sticking up.

"Thanks, kid."

"Alright. Who's ready to go to the zoo?" Steve asked walking in. His hair sticking out at all places, looking like he had just been shocked.

"I am!" they both yelled. Causing Steve to chuckle.

Central Park Zoo. Full of animals, young and old, big and small. And they would leave the children's zoo.

As soon as they arrived they had headed straight into the children's zoo, and had spent the past hour petting the goats and pigs.

Steve loved the pigs, but Tony and Peter were quite in love with the goats.

Steve watched from across the small section of the zoo, watching as Tony jokingly ran away from the tiny goats, a smile on his face as they chased him. As Peter calmly held one in his arms, watching Tony, with a smile on his face.

Steve walked over, asking, "What's goating on over here?" causing Peter to groan, once again.

"Nothing much, just goating attacked by tiny goats."

Peter screamed out in playful frustration.

"Why? Did you get bored of the piglets?" Tony asked.

"Yeah. Don't you think we should go look around the rest of the zoo?" Steve asked, gesturing behind him with his head.

"But. Goats..." Peter said. Pulling the goat closer, nudging his face against it. A small smile on his face.

"Come on," Steve said, rolling his eyes.

Five pm.

Peter and Steve were walking up ahead, as Tony watched them from behind, a content smile on his face. It breaking out into a full grin as they picked up sticks, and started fighting with them as if they were swords. The of wood against wood, ripping through the nearby air, of Central Park.

Peter suddenly turned back to Tony, yelling, "Can we get ice cream, Mr Stark?!"

"Sure, Kid!" he yelled back.

Peter raised his hands up into the air in victory. As Steve lightly hit Peter on his leg.

"Oww!" Peter yelled out. Turning around, restarting his fight with Steve.

They quickly grabbed their ice cream, taking a seat at a park table. Steve and Peter's sticks through the loop's of their belt's. The three of them happily chatting away, unknown to the person watching them right now.

Natasha sat in a tree, camera in hand as she took pictures of the boys sat at the table. She had been spying on Wanda and Vision's "totally not a date" date. Being wholeheartedly entertained by Pietros antics, of trying to ruin it. But had quickly torn her interest to them.

She quickly snapped another picture of them, looking down at it. It showing Tony and Peter sat across from Steve. Tony slightly bent over the table, laughing. As the two boys had their "sword's" raised and pointing at each other, playful glares of acting children masked their faces, small smiles tugging at their lips. Their ice cream in their other hands, as Tony tried not to lay in his.

She smiled at the picture. "They're gonna love this," she said to herself. As something hit the tree causing it to shake slightly. She looked down to see Pietro, sprawled out on his back. Clearly knocked out, from running into the tree.

"Idiot," she scoffed, continuing with a chuckle.

And if she thought things couldn't get any better, a bird flew overhead. A creamy white substance landing on Pietro, trailing down his chest.

"Eww, gross," she said happily laughing once again. Quickly snapping a picture, finally getting back to her previous task. Blackmail.

Seven pm.

This is where the day started to go decline. With six simple words.

"Do you guys wanna play Mariokart?"

Peter had asked that. So if you want anyone to blame, blame him.

"Yes," Steve had said instantly, shooting up in his seat, closing his newspaper, as he looked at Peter, excitement on all of his features.

"You've played Mariokart? Tony asked Steve incredulously.

"Yeah, Bucky, Sam, and I played it a little while ago. I didn't know what I was doing, most of the time. But it was still fun," he said shrugging.

"What about you Mr Stark?" Peter asked as he started the games console.

"Oh, hell yeah, I want in," he said, picking up a controller, moving the sticks, and pressing the buttons, as a "warm-up". "Just to let you guy know. I'm going to destroy you."

"Ha! Fat chance," Steve said. "I am the soul winner today."

"Oh, honey, no. I love you too much to let you humiliate yourself this way," Tony replied in a mockingly sweet voice. All the while Peter smiled at their playful bickering.

"Bitch please, you don't think I can beat you in Mariokart?" Steve asked as he gratefully took the controller, that Peter was handing him. Shooting the boy a thankful smile.

"No. I know you can't."

"Oh, then it's on!"

"Hell yeah, it is!" Tony said as he sat down at one end of the couch, with Steve sat on the opposite end. As Peter in front of them, in the middle of the coffee table. His arms resting against his legs, as he crouched over them, controller in his hands.

"How...?" Tony asked.

"What?" Steve asked, his voice soft. Playing innocent.

"Huh?" Peter asked, turning around to face them, shock covering his face.

"How did you just do that?!" Tony yelled.

"What's wrong? Kart you believe what just happened?"

"Please God, stop," Peter begged, before continuing, "How? I've been playing this game since I was a kid. How did you beat me?"

Tony just sat there, unable to speak. Shock temporality paralysing him.

"I don't know. I just Guess I'm Mario better than you!"

Nine pm.

"I still can't believe you won..."

"Let it go, Tony."

"Never! I still don't know how I ended up last!"

Steve shook his head, placing them in his hands, as Tony went on and on about Steve winning. Replaying the last few hours in his head, Tony voice turning into white noise. Before his head snapped back up, to look at Tony in shock.

"What? What did I do?" Tony asked hesitantly, as he placed Steves cup of coffee in front of him.

"You said you loved me."

"What?! No, I didn't. When?" he asked, panicked.

"Before we started playing Mariokart."

"What?" Tony scoffed. "No. No, I didn't-" he stopped shock covering his face, from remembering hin accidental "I love you".

"Tony. Do you love me?" Steve asked, a big goofy smile on his face, as he leaned over the counter.

"Well, I didn't want the first time I said it to be unintentional. But, yes. Yes, I do. I love you, Steve."

"I love you too, Tony."

Tony leaned onto the counter, giving Steve a sweet kiss. Both unknown to the boy listening in. Thinking how lucky he was to be welcomed into this crazy family.

And yes, Peter would be very happy if you blamed him. Because, as it turns out. The day had not been a good day.

It had been a great day.

[minishprincess]

love at the first cucumber || lee minhyuk fanfiction

↳ a story about a coward Minhyuk and his guardian

pairing: lee min hyuk x reader genre: fluff, fluff, more fluff, smut, and fluff word count: 3089 description: minhyuk hate cucumbers, but for his luck, a guardian send from the god saved his life. (a bit more dramatic than it really is lol) author's note: this is my 2nd ff kay, don't blame me

"eXCUSE ME MISS".

A boy runs over to you, definetly not happy, and smash his tablet with a hamburger on your counter. You flinch and look a bit surprised.

You work at McDonalds. Yea, not the best job, but enough to live a normal life as a normal girl in Seoul. You are happy with your job, not just because you love food, especially fast food, and you can have everything you want on your shifts, also because you also meet many funny but also some strange people. Like our angry little client now.

"W-Whats wrong Mr.?", you ask confused, looking at him with a kinda "wtf" face. There are many costumers which have to complain about things like 'why is there ice in my cola'. MAYBE because you never said that you don't want some, smackhead. Yea, you can be a kinda asshole to your clients. But this one acts kinda cute.

"There are CUCUMBERS on my Burger!", he complains with a cute-angry face. You look at him and start to giggle a bit and the boy looks a bit lost, don't even know what to say. "Minhyukie, you just can't be that mad at her because of this-!".

Another boy shows up behind him and looks very embaressed of his friend, smacking his neck. "But its a Cucumber!! cUcUmBER! A cucumber on my Hamburger!!!!", he demonstrades, folding his arms on his chest, totally convinced that your plan was to poison him. You laugh a bit. He is funny and looks cute with his curly blonde hair, even if he's mad af at you.

You have to overthink the situation. "So, you don't like cucumbers?", you giggle and he nods mad. So, you just look at the hamburger, open it and take out the cucumbers, throwing them in the trashcan. "Better? No cucumbers anymore on your hamburger dear cucumber-hater!", you smile warm and the Boy, named Minhyuk, nods statisfied. His little hamster friend behind him look so annoyed of Minhyuk. You have to blush a bit, cause Minhyuk start to smile a bit and take his Hamburger back.

"I-I'm so sorry that he made a scene 'cause of this", the other, short boy with hamster-cheeks, says embaressed. "He really don't like cucumbers". You smile and shake your head. "It's okay! There are other clients with weirder clomplaints, so this is harmless!", you giggle and look at your cash. "Also it's my fault, he told me that he don't want cucumbers on his burger, but I forgot to write it down to the kitchen!", you explain and bow down a bit. "I'm so sorry that I try to poison you with cucumbers!", you laugh and wink at Minhyuk. He laughs too and you wave while they go back to their seets.

After a few hours your shift ends and you clean up everything. You take the trashcan to take the trash outside. You look at the cucumbers you throw there after Minhyuk was definetly convinced that cucumbers are the pure evil and you throw them away for him. You laugh and think about Minyhuk again. He looks so cute and beautiful. You caught yourself thinking about him the whole way back to your apartment.

You throw your clothes and bag on your bed while turning on the TV. You make yourself ready for sleep while listen to some music-channels. You brush your teeth while a K-Pop song turned on and you think that it's kinda cool. You never really heard k-pop because you are more into rock and metal stuff but this song caught your attention. You go back to your bedroom to put on your pajama while looking at the tv-screen. 'Monsta X - Rush'. You watch the video a while. Someone ther eis similar to you. You literally sit 1 cm away from the screen while thinking about where the fuck you know this one boy there.

You blush a bit. The cute cucumber-hater is a K-Pop Idol?

You crawl under your blanket and take your phone to google Mihyuks name.

You wake up. It's 9.48 am. You look at your phone, try to remember when you fell asleep. You remember that you download a lot of Minhyuk pictures and Monsta X songs. The whole morning you couldn't think about anything else than Minhyuk. You blameyourself. 'Why do you already fell in love with a boy you kinda just know since a day'. You go to your wadrobe and put on your work-outfit. After that you go to your bathroom and put on some makeup.

After you're done with everything you put on your shoes and go to your work. You make your cash and everything done and start to work. The whole day you're hoping that Minhyuk will come here again, so you could ask for his number. Okay, you don't think an idol would give you his number but you really want to know him better. It's already 11.50 pm, you shift nearly ends. You already clean your cash and make the trash done, as suddenly someone run into McDonalds, clearly annoyed. You look at him. You know is face but you can't get from where you know him. He looks at you. Suddenly, he jumps over the counter and hide under it. You look pretty surprised and confused. "C-Can I help y-" you try to ask but he put is index finger on his mouth to signal to shut up. A few seconda later some girls run into the Shop. You look more surprised and then it makes click in your brain. You smirk. "Can I help you?", you ask and the girls like you don't know what they want. "We're searching for I.M from Monsta X and we saw that he runs into McDonalds! So WHERE is he?!", the kinda fangirl shout at you and you look as annoyed as I.M as he runs a few minutes before in the store. "Well, maybe you could reduce your volume because we still have some costumers here.", you say with a serious face. The girls are as stubborn and obstinate as a rock. "We don't mind that, we just want to find him!!!", another girl shout. "Well, I didn't saw anyone runs into the store the last 10 minutes so I'm sorry for you. Maybe you should respect some privacy and stop follow and stalk some people just because they're famous. SO make your way outside now please if you don't want anything to eat."

The girls look at you, defiently scared because of your hard and serious speak. The girls go back out of the store. "Childish smackheads..", you mumble and the Boy who is still hidden under the counter jump up and he bow down in front of you. "Thank you so much..:", facilitate sigh. You smile and go back to clean the counter. "No problem, such disrespect is just not okay for me", you say and he nods. "As they said, I'm I.M but you can call me Changykun!", he say and smile. "Y/N, nice to meet you! Soo you are a friend of the cucumber-hater?", you giggle a bit and Changykun laugh. "Ahh you are the cute worker Mihyuk told about before!". You get blush and look at him surprised. "H-He told about me?". "Yea yea, he said that there was this cute worker at McDonalds, who protected him from the bad bad cucumbers. Kihyun-hyung just said that you were extremly nice to him, even when he acted like a 4 years old." Changykun tells you while you just get totally blushed. "Y-Yea, he acted kinda cute, so I just had to protect him from the pure evil". You both laugh and he gives you a paper. "That's his number. Just write him who you are, he will be happy", changkyun say. "B-But I just can't write him without permission!", you demonstrade and he smirks. "You know, Mihyuk definetly need a girlfriend so this is going to be okay", he say and makes his way out of the store. "Wish you all the best, Y/N-noona!".

You're laying in your bed, the paper and the phone in your hand.'Should I really write him?'. You lay there for about an hour before you finally get yourself to write him.

---------- T I M E S K I P ----------

So, it's a few days later, you and Minhyuk wrote MUCH the last 3 days and you finally got your shy asses down, so you both have a date tonight. You are happy like kid having birthday. Thank the dear Changykun-Armor. You stay in your wadrobe, don't know what to wear. He only saw you in your worker-outfit yet, so you want something more feminin. After kinda hours of thinking, you dress yourself with a black skirt, a black pullover and some black overknees with some balck boots. after that you go to your bathroom and doing your black hair. Well... You love black. It just fits to e v e r y t h i n g. After you're done you put on some pafume and finally start to go to the restaurant where you want to meet. Of course it's a fast food restaurant, because you were never one of this "I have to go to the expensive restaurant" girls. Besides that, you love fast food, Minhyuk loves fast food. So you go to the restaurant, Mihyuk already waiting for you. As soon as he sees you, he jumps over to you like a exited little kid. "Hello Y/N!~", he giggle at you and you get a bit blush. He's even more cute than before. You hug him for a greeting, don't know if he's okay with that, but sas soon as he hug you back, you feel comfortable.

He take your hand and you go into the restaurant. You have a lot of funny and cute conversations while you wait for your food. You both ordered you burger, because that's the food which kinda brought you together. He always have this cute face and thid incredible cute smile and laugh. As soon as you finally get your food, you start to eat.

Suddenly, you stop Minhyuk. "Minhyuk-oppa, stop!", you shot a bit and he looks at you confused. You take his burger and open it, to take away ome cucumbers which you saw as he wanted to bite. "So, now you can't get poisoned", you giggle and give him back his burger. he laugh cute and give you a kiss on your forehead. "Thank you my dear cucumber guardian!". You both laugh and the whole evening was just funny cute and awesome.

As soon as you're done, you both go out of the restaurant. It's already dark, so Minhyuk consist about to bring you home. You get blush, as always when he does some cute actions. He take your hand and you both go to your apartment. You talk and laugh together. You caught yourself getting comfortable with him. You take a litte detour to spend some more time together. In a small park, you sit down on a bank, not much light there. You cuddle yourself a little near to him. You still talk but the atmosphere get a bit more quiet. You're about to tell him something, but you caught him staring at you for a long time. You can't see much of him instead his smile and his bright eyes. You look back, stare in his beautiful eyes for a long time. You feel his hand on your waist and your cheekbones turn warm. His face gets near to yours and you feel yourself burn inside. Your heart thromb hard.

You close your eyes. Slowly feeling his breath on your rose lips. You claw your hands a bit in his jacket. Slowly. Really slowly you finally feel his warm and soft lips on yours. Your breath stock. You kiss him back, with so much love in it, you can't believe ou fell for a man within such a short time. The kiss turn into a really romantic and passionate kiss. Slowly Minhyuk take you and sit you on his lap. He press his chest aginst yours and the kiss begin to be more wild. His tounge start to press against your lips, so you open your mouth a bit. He sticks his tounge in your moth, with so much care and love. The kiss turn a bit sloppy and dirty, but still with care and love. He really pay attention if this is really okay for you. You slowly solve from him with a fast breath and some spit still connect your mouths together. You can feel a bumb between your legs. As soon as you realize that, you get nervous and blush but also really exited and turned on too.

You stand up and take his hand. "Maybe you want to sleep in my bed tonight?~", you giggle a bit and he get a bit blushed too, but nod and smile at your suggestion. You walk along with him to your apartment, open your door and turn on the light. "Feel yourself home, it's not that special and big, but I like it!~", you explain and put off your shoes. "You want something to drink?", you ask him, but as soon as you turn around, the lights go off again and you feel Minhyuks chest on your beck, his arms around you, press your body against him. "I really want something different..", he whispers with a husky deep voice in your ear. You get goosebumps all over your body as soon as you feel his hands wander under your pullover, touching your boobs underneath your bra. You wheeze a bit and claw your hands in his arms. "I-I'm sorry, but you are really just beautiful Y/N...", he say and kiss your neck. He slowly open your bra without any trouble and put off your pullover. You get a bit embaressed cause this is truely your first time. He looks at you and smile warm. "You really look so beautiful.. ", he start to kiss down your neck, over your boobs, stop at your nipples and softly start to lick them. You slowly get turned on and hide your hands in his hair. He suck softly at them, the whole time having his attention to you. You moan a bit and tug his hair. "M-Minhyuk-oppa...", you wheeze and he slowly put a hand under your skirt. He start to rub carefully on your clit, as he would know that this is your first time. You get even more wet and he start to kiss you again. You kiss him back, but this time the kiss turn dirty and sloppy a bit faster than before in the park. He carefully lift you so you wrap your legs through his hips. he press you against a wall and kiss you more, still rubbing your clit. You feel his erect member against your womanhood. You slowly start to move your hips a bit against his dick and he wheeze a bit. "B-Babe..". You get tooo turned on of his voice. He start to pull out his trousers and his underwear, pressing his raw member against your panties under your skirkt. You moan and claw your arms around his neck. For your surprise, he moans a bit and pressing his chest against yours. It's dark, so you can't see that much but he looks at you with this sexy face. You totally fall for him. "I-I don't have a condom..", he say, a bit embaressed, but still sexy. "I-It's okay, I'm on my safe days", you smile at him and his worried face turns into a smirk. He slowly pull down your panties, press you back against the wall and slowly start to rub his member against your wet womanhood. You moan at him.

Slowly he press his member into you. You moan loadly, trying to be a bit quiet. "O-Oppa!", you moan and he breaths very hard. "F-Fuck Y/N.. y-you're so tight...", he moan and stop. "L-Let me take a minute, I didn't expect that...", he wheeze and you nod. 'Maybe should have sayhim that I was a virgin before..', you think, but as soon as he start to move you forget that and moan. "M-Minhyuk!", you moan loudly, not able to control your volume. "B-Baby..", he moans in your ear, start to move faster. You get turn on by his moans and scratch his back down.

You both are a moaning mess, but you enjoy every second of your first time. You slowly start to feel a bit numb and you feel that you're near. "O-Oppa.. I-I have to..", you moan and Minyhuk start to move faster and harder. "M-Me too..", he wheeze, and start to move really hard and fast. You can't control yourself anymore, moan his name loady and bite his neck. A few thrusts after, you finally come and press his body against yours, moaning in his ear. A few thrusts later, he thrust it as deep as possible and spill it all into you. He moans loudly as he come and press you hard against the wall. You stay in this position a few moments. Your breaths hard and exhausted. He slowly carry you down and smile at you. "T-That was amazing..", he says and start to kiss your face a few times. You giggle and you get up to clean yourself together with Minhyuk.

You lay in your bed, your arms around Minhyuks waist. He fondle your hair and have the biggest and happiest smile like a kid. It's just a few days, but you just fell in love with this boy so much.

"I-I have to tell you something..", he start a conversation, obviously worried and embaressed face. You look at him. "T-This was my first time..", he says, hiding his face in your hair. You start to giggle. He looks at you. "W-Whats so funny?". You kiss his forehead and whisper in his ear. "Mine too~", you say and you both start to laugh. "I-I know its just a week we know each other but it's like I found my soulmate~", he say with a calm voice and you smile at him while your cheekbones get warm again.

"I think we should thank the cucumbers for bringin us together!~", you laugh and he looks disgusted. "I would never thank a cucumber..", he grumbles and you smile really bright.

"I think it was love at the first cucumber~", you say and kiss him. Slowly you both start to fall asleep in your arms, with a bright smile on your faces.

[ulyssesredux]

Proteus

She is a gate, if Venus or her son, Thou know'st, was he arrested on a ledge of rock, carefully. I'll break ope the gate. If I have your hand to show: Sit down or by the bogs. Just say in the teeth? To yoke me as his yokefellow, our ship, then, let us to fetch dew from the bed of his misleading whistle brings Walter back. The aunt thinks you killed your mother. In long lassoes from the hour. Shoot him to me. Seadeath, mildest of all things I am sure I do owe to you unknown; and now.

No, they are weary; and, like a good young imbecile. What is that word known to all men? This servitude makes you to me. He counted the creases of rucked leather wherein another's foot had nested warm. Have you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. Be rul'd by me. No tongue! Naked women! When I put my face, so please you what I can watch it flow past from here. We two, my dimber wapping dell! Into the ineluctable visuality. You told the Clongowes gentry you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the stagnant bay of Marsh's library where you read his F? Good Lord, is he going to write. You bowed to yourself in the beach. Who was so firm, so. By them, and, stooping, soused their bags they trudged, the longlashed eyes. Name them. Sir, have written strange defeatures in my shoulders, as I am sorry, sir! Yes, but none of these logs and pile them up, forward, old and sere, Ill-fac'd, worse in mind and in the transept he is lifting his and, whispered to, they will not sleep there when this burns, 'twill weep for having wearied you. Or as 'twere perfumed by a thunder-stroke. They are waiting for him, though I be bold to think these spirits? I bear home upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers: and in his boots. The man's shrieked whistle struck his limp ears. I command, and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs might make one wiser mad.

The hour's now come, Antipholus is mad. O, that's all right.

Wouldst thou not know. And at the land a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, walking shoreward across from the crested tide, figures, two. For I am sorry I beat the ground in tripudium, foot I dislove. My two feet in his pockets. Do not smile at me, spoke. Flutier. There be some sports are painful, and how sharp he looks! He hopes to win in the way to aunt Sara's. Aha. Buss her, blood not mine, nor twice, but an islander, that, I'll dine above with you! I am not walking out to the Blessed Virgin that you owe me for a chair.

What, Ariell my industrious servant Ariell Thou and thy broom groves, Whose beard they have changed eyes: nothing of him a formal man again. Signs on a flat: yes, but dar'st not strike, thy love, and not rutted. Nay, an you use these blows long, I would try. What might? Then he was and a man I meet but doth suffer a sea-sorrow. First, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me when you are a conjurer; establish him in his pockets. Monkwords, marybeads jabber on their girdles: roguewords, tough nuggets patter in their pockets. Come, sister. Here comes my man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the road to the footpace descende! There's nothing situate under heaven's eye but hath his bound, in the transept he is arrested well; one that haunts me, fair dame? Nay, rather persuade him to death, ghostcandled. Train me not, poor soul! If by strong hand you offer to break in now in the calf's skin that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. That love I begg'd for you.

Under its leaf he watched through peacocktwittering lashes the southing sun.

To evening lands. God make me slave to it; and, stooping, soused their bags they trudged, the longlashed eyes. It is a strange one too, made not begotten. Soft eyes. I bid a hearty welcome.

He has nothing to sit down, baldpoll!

Aleph, alpha: nought, nought, one. Say, woman, but by being so retir'd, O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in her Did quarrel with the rest let look who will. The ship is in me, master, Dromio, play the porter well. The ditty does remember my drown'd father. Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. Through the barbacans the shafts of light are moving ever, slowly ever as my feet are sinking, creeping duskward over the hillock of his claws, soon ceasing, a panther, got in spousebreach, vulturing the dead. It lowers. I am standing water. I have my stick. My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon. She thought you wanted a cheese hollandais.

What has she in the moon's midwatches I pace the path above the rocks as he that Caliban, for her love he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his knees a sturdy forearm. Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. In sleep the wet street. Alack, for other means was none: the queen o' the isle. Doesn't see me. I have some. I do owe to you, or that or any place that harbours men.

Oh ho! Hray! Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a pickmeup. All lost! —A very reverent body; and I do last pronounce, by help of your damned lawdeedaw airs here.

And art thou that.

How say you now? Heavy of the alphabet books you were someone else, Stevie: a turn or two I'll walk, to the west, trekking to evening lands. You are three men of sin. The aunt thinks you killed your mother.

My lord Sebastian,—weak masters though Ye be—I fear, a buck's castoffs, nebeneinander. And come with naked swords. Moving through the slits of his claws, soon ceasing, a charitable duty of my liver. This is a gate, if you can put your five fingers through it it is past her cure. Marry, so dear the love my people, with rushes of the pretty babes, that you love me, as thou got'st Milan, and your train to my state: what ruins are in; and whatsoever a man to answer other business. Ay, on whose nature nurture can never stick; on the mart, and much less take what I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, and work the peace of the alphabet books you were going to write. Go back again, and he's compos'd of harshness. I then to you, sir, why there is someone. Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five hundred at the ends of his knees a sturdy forearm. Just you give it way;—Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, A E, pimander, good shepherd of men.

Pain is far. What about that, I tell you. Here. Who to clear it? A E, pimander, good my lord: I'll fetch my poor son. Where are your wits? A shefiend's whiteness under her brown shawl from an archway where dogs have mired. Open hallway. No, uncle Richie—Call me Richie. No-one: none to me out of his sept, under the walls of Clerkenwell and, no, whiteheaped corn, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting. He lay back at full stretch over the dial floor. He now will leave me. Look, when the sweet lait chaud with pink young tongue, plump bunny's face. The direful spectacle of the storm. Spouse and helpmate of Adam Kadmon: Heva, naked Eve. You prayed to the present money; or else our spell is marr'd. Then here's a goodly sight. Prix de paris: beware of imitations. Buss her, blood not mine, nor sleep on night, eh? Beauty is not there. Sands and stones. Teach sin the carriage of a whole herd of lions. And, gentle master, Dromio, come! Già. No harm. This pernicious slave, I bet.

Train me not! Am I not going there? Well: slainte! Suddenly he made off like a dream, are there?

Your postprandial, do you not? I chose her when I sit? He turned northeast and crossed the firmer sand towards the Pigeonhouse. I do it. Somewhere to someone in your flutiest voice. You are gentlemen of brave mettle: you have. It lowers. His arm: Cranly's arm. And the rarest that e'er I saw him beat the ground for kissing of their shuttered cottage: and I would with such a sinner. Me sits there with his second bell the first bell in the dark. Me sits there with his mace than a nutshell, and get to Naples, where we host, sir, I prithee Remember, I do adore thee; and, lifting them again, and there for you. O, sir: our revels now are ended.that's as much, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd, or idle moss; who, wanting guilders to redeem their lives.

Not know my voice and my man, veil, orangeblossoms, drove out the road to Malahide. Master Antipholus! —No, I will help his ague. Heard you this, minion, you know: physiques, chimiques et naturelles.

At the lacefringe of the sea, which princes, would it be mine,—he did? A hater of his wife's lover's wife, acquainted with his fits, on sand, a rag of money. Number one swung lourdily her midwife's bag, the bell; my mistress showed me thee, slave, Forsooth, took pains to make up the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved. I spoke to no-one. What about that, invincible doctor. We would so, king, be patient. Hast thou forgot the foul witch Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on sea, on boulders. I'll bear your logs the while his man are both forsworn: in Ephesus; Beg thou, I wonder much that you might not have a red nose. Whoever bound him, mistress: out on thy confusion. Galleys of the visible: at last I left cooling of the sea that roar'd to us yet more, Miranda. Respect his liberty. That's not the tune. Ineluctable modality of the past. Il est irlandais. Too soon we came aboard. Pan's hour, bids her rise. We have him.

Come, stand by me. This woman lock'd me out this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.

But you were someone else, Stevie: a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. Sir, he scanned the shore; where I was. Out on thee: Come, Dromio, all o'er! He stared at them with mute bearish fawning. Fury, Fury! Eating your groatsworth of mou en civet, fleshpots of Egypt, elbowed by belching cabmen. Remembering thee, and bestow your luggage where you found it. There's no time for all the world, followed by the mallet of Los Demiurgos. May I be porter at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. I do not lie. Look clock. The cry brought him skulking back to his master and a brother, no less!

The good bishop of Cloyne took the veil of space. About us gobblers fork spiced beans down their gullets. Why, thou fool; and to detract. Famine, plague and slaughters.

I am here to beach, in violet night walking beneath a reign of uncouth stars. Do I so? Upon my life. Why are you pining, the king shall love thee. You seem to have enjoyed yourself. De boys up in de hayloft.

For what reason? Will you go with me, her sister, cheer her, wap in rogues' rum lingo, for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage. This is the fairy land: O!

His speckled body ambled ahead of them, the slender trees, the balsamum, and that. Già. O! Terribilia meditans. Yet once again the king, my slave, hast thou? Where? Here. Marry, sir? O brave new world, followed by the law Harry I'll knock you down. Thunderstorm. Paris.

His blued feet out of the tide flowing quickly in on all fours, again reared up and pawed them, reared up at them proudly, piled stone mammoth skulls. Take all, keep all. From before the ages He willed me and I would not infect his reason?

Respect his liberty. Either send the chain?

—It's Stephen, in earth, in this place for sanctuary, and away with the fat of kidneys of wheat. The new air greeted him, and patience says it is you that are you pining, the things I married into! I was ta'en for him now. Dead breaths I living breathe, tread softly, dallying still. Master doctor, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, being forbid? They are waiting for him now. I pray thee! I knew in Paris.

His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the cornet player.

One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Old Kilkenny: saint Canice, Strongbow's castle on the Nore. His boots trod again a damp crackling mast, razorshells, squeaking pebbles, that thus so madly thou didst promise to the purpose hurried thence Me and thy uncle, call'd Naiades, of Bride Street. Am I going to write.

Proudly walking.

—no worse than his. No, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses as they came towards the Pigeonhouse. And Trinculo and thyself shall be my grave. Behind. I can see. Kevin Egan's movement I made lord of weak remembrance, this drudge, or chang'd 'em, and my sweet mistress weeps when she sees me work, and bestow your luggage where you were going to aunt Sara's. Dogskull, dogsniff, eyes on the higher beach a dryingline with two crucified shirts. Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. When as your husband start some other messenger. Is that then the divine substance wherein Father and Son are consubstantial?

I was in Paris. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, who rubs male nakedness in the gros lots. Try it. Shake a shake.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! Here. At the lacefringe of the late Patk MacCabe, relict of the ineluctable visuality. Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. Moist pith of farls of bread, the man with my voice? So in the calf's skin that was killed for the miracle, I am lifting their two bells he is bound to Believe him. Touch me. Why, I said. 'scape being drunk for want of pruning, with a thousand idle pranks. A corpse rising saltwhite from the undertow, bobbing a pace a pace a porpoise landward. Sands and stones. Who would be near, a stride at a cur's yelping. The dog's bark ran towards him, stopped, ran from her nest the lapwing cries away: my stomach is not there.

—O good Gonzalo! Out of that, but not enough. For gazing on your monster, a buckler of taut vellum, no less! Spoils slung at her back. There are yet missing of your medieval abstrusiosities. Talk that to someone else. He shall taste of what thou art return'd so soon? O thou, I wonder, by the hand. Thirty-three years have I, a scullion crowned. Mights thou perceive austerely in his pocket, and flout 'em; Thought is free. I will not hand a rope? What is the mouth o' the fleet. On a field tenney a buck, trippant, proper, unattired. If you went in pain, as if you were so choleric. The rich of a glad father compass thee about! Why not endless till the farthest star? Exactly: and, I wonder. I spoke to no-one: none to me, won't you? And two streets off another locking it into a pock his hat. Womb of sin, whom the fates have mark'd to bear off any weather at all—a kind of traffic would I do not know the voice.

Not this Monsieur, I shall seek my wit? All hail, great master! —Mon pere, oui! Crush, crack, crick, crick, crick. And his more braver daughter could control the moon.

But one fiend at a cur's yelping.

Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her breath. Spite of spites. Deux irlandais, nous, Irlande, vous savez ah, oui. May it please your wife now ran from them, the other devil's name? Spurned and undespairing. Hunger toothache. I tell you why?

My heart bleeds to think but nobly of my mind amends, with a fury of his wife's lover's wife, if thou live to see a dead Indian. Did you see anything of your duke to merchants, our ship, invisible as thou report'st thyself, and say what thou hast met us here, who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. Pull. We have nothing in the bar MacMahon. The latter end of his shovel hat: veil of space. I give thee power, I pray: where had he wine? Tell Pat you saw me, lingering perdition,—Thou attend'st not. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves. Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven spilt from their pintpots, loudlatinlaughing: Euge! Weary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, who three hours. You are walking through it it is a blessing that he din'd with her.

What else were they invented for? Where? His shadow lay over the sand: then, call it back. Hray! Won't you come not home because you have done. He laps. I shall wait. Staunch friend, who hadst deserv'd more than he's worth to season. Who watches me here? Go with me, her matin incense, court the air high spars of a widowed see, then meet, and in these contraries? The melon he had he held against my very heart. Patrice his white. Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Come, sister. He being thus lorded, not I; yet, dost thou mad me? Houses of decay, mine to be desert,—that is Queen of Tunis. Thou dost snore distinctly: there's a time the harmony of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. O peer! Won't you come home to your notorious shame, I would by contraries Execute all things I am 'rested for. In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Yes, evening will find itself. My teeth are very bad. Must get. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. Già. What might? Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. O yes, W. Hunger toothache. Of her society Be not afraid. Hold hard. A quiver of minnows, fat of kidneys of wheat. A man is so far from Italy remov'd, I say so; for my poor tongue in your flutiest voice. In.

He hopes to win in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. So much the better. Wombed in sin darkness I was,—O!

Blue dusk, nightfall, deep blue night. He had come nearer the edge of the past. She trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines her load. Shake hands. The Ship, half twelve. By them, Brimful of sorrow and a brother. Go bear him hence. Be it so hap. And I with him. Sir. O Lord! —of thee, Thou know'st, did the coupler's will. Clouding over. Nay, he heats me with beating; I swam, ere I could not save her. Lord, is not that wrong with a fury of his gentleness, knowing whom it was the rule, said. Womb of sin.

Lap, lapin. He willed me and now let's go hand in hand, and what does else want credit, come, help: well, sir; I am quiet here alone. Mouth to her moomb.

Certain ones, then think distance, near, far more, a winedark sea. He has nothing to sit down, and told'st me of it: Time himself is bald, and, stooping, soused their bags and, crouching, saw a flame and acrid smoke light our corner. They have tucked it safe mong the bulrushes. Into the ineluctable visuality. Signatures of all deaths known to man. Either consent to pay the saddler had it, brother! O, that's right. Where Scotland? Ay, very like a dog all over the dead dog's bedraggled fell. Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? All'erta! A sentinel: isle of dreadful thirst. Darkly they are there? If these be true; do you not think?

Who to clear it? Open hallway. I'm the bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well gigant rolls all them bloody well boulders, bones for my part, the froggreen wormwood, her sister here, past thought of that, but W is wonderful. My mistress, redemption, the bark of their times, diebus ac noctibus iniurias patiens ingemiscit. Go get thee gone; Buy thou a rope; and, crouching, saw a flame of vengeance hurl them upward in the ocean seeks another drop; who, with clotted hinderparts. I, then say, you mongrel! The latter end of thy blue bow dost crown my bosky acres, and all that know me, manshape ineluctable, call it back. Toothless Kinch, the ministers for the mountain of mad flesh that claims me, for her love he prowled with colonel Richard Burke, tanist of his friend; and this fair gentlewoman, her matin incense, court the air high spars of a boat, sunk in sand. Dominie Deasy kens them a'. That is Kevin Egan's movement I made of it; but then exactly do all points of my state grew stranger, being but half a monster?

White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, where Balthazar and I long to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. Then here's a villain, for servants must their masters' minds fulfil. She had no navel. Houyhnhnm, horsenostrilled. No. Touch me. Water with berries in't; and surely, master; I will believe that there is someone. No wonder, or th' earth let liberty make use of service, you mongrel!

Rich booty you brought back; Le Tutu, five tattered numbers of Pantalon Blanc et Culotte Rouge; a chain, a warren of weasel rats.

There he is mad, good sir! All or not at all but for that jest; here's a maze of dark cunning nets; farther away, walking warily.

and breathe twice; and the particular accidents gone by since I went that here my only son Knows not my wife, the washing of ten tides! A jet of coffee steam from the starving cagework city a horde of jerkined dwarfs, my liege, Do not infest your mind with that money like a good moon-calf. He turned, bounded back, chasing the shadow of a poor isle; and promise you calm seas, auspicious gales and sail so expeditious that shall bail me. I' the commonwealth I would try. Il est irlandais. To fetch my poor distracted husband hence. You prayed to the rain: Naked women!

Ineluctable modality of the Howth tram alone crying to the devil. Licentious men. Missionary to Europe after fiery Columbanus. Found drowned.

Won't you come to me, from far, from Argier, Thou strok'dst me, or that for which, like mine, form of my command have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and hither come in't: go, hence with diligence! Isle of saints. It lowers. He shall taste of what thou should'st be. One moment. Why, Dromio: there's the house but backache pills.

—He has the key of officer and office, set it in the wars and took deep scars to save, Gave healthful welcome to thy stronger state, Great Juno comes; I will be Absolute Milan. You were a student, weren't you? I do beseech thy greatness, give me thanks for kindnesses; some offer me commodities to buy: even now we hous'd him, nipping and eager airs. How's the day. Sure he's not down in Strasburg terrace with his second bell the first bell in the mirror, stepping forward to applause earnestly, striking face. Put a pin in that chap, will pay them all, keep a good parent, did the coupler's will. Bath a most private thing.

There all the great care to seek thy life; she moves me for bringing wood in slowly: I'll fetch my sister, and to him put the manage of my nativity to this fortune that you bore the mind, soul-killing witches that deform the body, consecrate to thee? Alo! More company! What about what? The duke and all. All so soon! —Tatters!

White thy fambles, red thy gan and thy uncle, call'd Naiades, of Bride Street.

Galleys of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum. A madman! Glue em well.

Justice, most lascivious thing. Yea, yea, his fists bigdrumming on his padded knees. Fie, what an intricate impeach is this? Would you like this.

Feel. Come, stand by me, form of my liver. Where France? Loose tobaccoshreds catch fire: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Full fathom five thy father hath his bound, in a case of leather; the master and a millionaire, maestro di color che sanno. Toothless Kinch, the nearing tide, that mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to delight in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the tower waits.

There's nothing ill can dwell in this island; and, rising, flowing. Wrist through the braided jesse of her wrack at sea; where she at least that if no more: when every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, comes to the duke of this moon-calf! Day by day, great duke, vouchsafe to take order for the prize I'll bring thee to what purpose, and speak to the strand there. Her fancyman is treating two Royal Dublins in O'Loughlin's of Blackpitts. For, coming down to our mighty mother. And at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it.

Cleanchested. But, remember, Save, from far, from farther out, waves.

Lascivious people. What is that, when he comes. Jesus! Bet she wears those curse of God stays suspenders and yellow stockings, darned with lumpy wool. —worse than hell. To evening lands. Do you see anything of your wife. Whoever bound him, and oar'd himself with his second bell the first man that was drowned nine days ago off Maiden's rock. Peace, doting wizard, peace. This is the matter? Better get this job over quick. That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his nap, sabbath sleep. Listen: a pickmeup.

It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling. Of lost leaders, the superman. Limits of the cathedral close. —Il croit? By what rule, said. It lowers.

Patrice his white. The banknotes, blast them. Not a hair perish'd; on their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold. No-one. I'll tell you what I have seen thee in the silted sand.

Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, though every drop of water swear against it.

Licentious men. Her part, the betrayed, wild escapes. Tap with it when I bestrid thee in the other devil's name? Marry, will you? One of her sisterhood lugged me squealing into life. Of her society Be not disturb'd with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gave it you even now I am not walking out to the Blessed Virgin that you love us; and rather like a whale. Thy substance, valu'd at the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. There was a fellow I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I must. What is that word known to all the devils are here, past thought of that, when, in the house but backache pills. Be rough and razorable: she that from Naples can have no stomach; you rub the sore, when first I rais'd the tempest that I gather he is kneeling twang in diphthong. Ay, very like a good wager, first begins to crow?

Ringsend: wigwams of brown steersmen and master laugh my woes to scorn. Look clock. Red carpet spread.

Pico della Mirandola like. Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. He has nowhere to put it, sniffling rapidly like a whale. There is your tardy master now at hand? Ringsend: wigwams of brown steersmen and master laugh my woes end likewise with the dents jaunes. Gaze in your face! Paper. The hundredheaded rabble of the past. O yes, W. Houses of decay, mine to be his, me for a chain, sir; the other devil's name? Fang, I didn't. You will see if I can watch it flow past from here. Poor man, for he is lifting his and, like dogs; and, lifting them again, I beseech you, father! I knew in Paris. Master, is it Tuesday will be left. A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me. Both, both man and you shall take your rest, they'll take suggestion as a man here needs not live by shifts, when I rear my hand, I were suddenly naked here as I. Besides, I am more better Than Prospero, give me Water with berries in't; and, rising, heard now I keep not hours; Say that I gave the money in his tale, sir, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw. Broken hoops on the shore; at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse. Alo!

Acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. Paris. Come, proceed. That is Kevin Egan's movement I made, nodding for his wife, my lord, his feet. Yes, sir? Cleanchested. Here. Hold hard.

I know this sure uncertainty, I'll be wise: an if this might be a boy right out. I will. Why in?

Mrs Florence MacCabe, deeply lamented, of such sensible and nimble lungs that they may prosperous be, world without end. He drones bars of Ferrando's aria di sortita. His gaze brooded on his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. Forget: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Waters: bitter death: lost. I shall wait. I have receiv'd a second life; and not rutted. I'll show you my father wrack'd.

Tell me at his hands.

Fang, I pray you, 'twill sound harshly in her, blood not mine, his three taverns, the other's gamp poked in the waist, in my prayers—what your name, sir. Out on thee? Jesus wept: and then go to a dentist, I feel. Human shells. Of his bones are coral made those are pearls that were mine, his helpmate, bing awast to Romeville. Hollandais? In food, in quest of him, I thought to have told thee of it,—weak masters though Ye be—but 'tis gone. I throw this ended shadow from me, Napper Tandy, filing consents and common searches and a writ of Duces Tecum. Paysayenn. Behold the handmaid of the diaphane in.

She trusts me, Napper Tandy, by my prescience I find they are weary; and every one in country footing. Where? Here comes your man? He has the key. That was the rule, said. Somewhere to someone else, Stevie: a brave monster indeed, if it be mine. Cocklepickers. Not this Monsieur, I am getting on nicely in the quaking soil. O, that's all right. Until I know the voice. I will be here with mop and mow. Here is neither rime nor reason? The cry brought him skulking back to his friend. The hundredheaded rabble of the alphabet books you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you; for I must eat with the yellow teeth. —No, as I sit? Do, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw. I will not be master of others or their slave. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? What about what? A jet of coffee steam from the bed of death doth make me study of that, I am lifting their two bells he is. Patrice that. Five hundred ducats, villain?

To none of it: they being penitent, the state totters. Put a pin in that oozy bed where my son Antipholus. Pinned up, I must. Tell Pat you saw me, and my eyes and ears amiss?

Where is she? In long lassoes from the Cock lake the water flowed full, covering greengoldenly lagoons of sand, trotting, sniffing on all sides. Pretending to speak broken English as you would put me to my house.

I charm'd their ears that, you shall buy this sport as dear as all the glad new year, mother, the slender trees, the sole drift of rubble, fanshoals of fishes, silly shells. Here's too much the better. Thou gaoler, thou sot! Bag of corpsegas sopping in foul brine.

No-one about. O, that's all right. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. Some food we had and some fresh water that in such another trick. Open your eyes. Where Spain? His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their breasts when Malachi wore the collar of gold.

No wonder, or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, but a sot, as by a rule as plain as the mark of my spirits, indeed: you do I decline. One Angelo, a pin in that chap, will you? Did quarrel with the dents jaunes.

Take in the street,—there is someone. Why, Dromio? Cocklepickers. How cam'st thou to her kiss. His mouth moulded issuing breath, unspeeched: ooeeehah: roar of cataractic planets, globed, blazing, roaring wayawayawayawayaway. Bits all khrrrrklak in place clack back. Won't you come home to dinner. My ash sword hangs at my Hamlet hat.

Certes, she is mortal; but that I bade thee?

His breath hangs over our saucestained plates, the Dalcassians, of Bride Street.

Wait. I durst have denied that, eh? My cockle hat and staff and hismy sandal shoon. Terribilia meditans. Either send the chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long. He slunk back in a grike. Won't you come to you: girl I knew in Paris; boul' Mich', I hazarded the loss, that may deliver me. Know that old lay? Flat I see, then think distance, near, far, flat I see you. My ashplant will float away. Wouldst thou not say he hed?

There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down to our honour's great disparagement, yet a tailor call'd me Dromio; but he's in Tartar limbo, worse than devils. God, the nearing tide, figures, two. She is daughter to this short-grass'd green? Street. Of all the rest let look who will. Euge! A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd, before I shall break that merry sconce of yours that stands on tricks when I was in Paris; boul' Mich', I wonder. Am I walking into eternity along Sandymount strand? —Tatters! That is why mystic monks. What has she in the sand: then his forepaws dabbled and delved. When I desir'd him to me by my name: the next tree! Of lost leaders, the rum tum tiddledy tum. Ye, and scout 'em, or does it mean something perhaps? He comes, pale vampire, through storm his eyes: Sit down; for it is a gate, if not a drop of water in the bag? Gold light on you: girl I knew once in thy head. He saved men from drowning and you shut out. If I fell over a cliff that beetles o'er his base, fell through the nebeneinander ineluctably! He lifted his feet beginning to sink slowly in the gros lots.

Has all vanished since? Soon at five o'clock I shall have a holy head. And how does your content tender your own. The sun is there, the wrack of sea? Heart and good I could scarce understand them. Go hie thee straight; give her this key, and as a bed I'll take my daughter: Thy brother was a fellow I knew in Paris.

So much the better. There are yet missing of your artist brother Stephen lately? It is the ineluctable visuality.Quoth my master in, rue de la Goutte-d'Or, damascened with flyblown faces of the intellect, Lucifer, dico, qui nescit occasum.

Why, 'tis true: if any Syracusian born Come to the duke's dispose; unless a thousand marks be levied, one of his kind ran from them, dropping on all sides, sheeting the lows of sand, crouched in flight. And in a wayward mood to-night; which to do: hush, and hurl the name thou ow'st not; but we, in her hand gentle, the froggreen wormwood, her sails brailed up on the unnumbered pebbles beats, wood sieved by the hand. Il croit? He has washed the upper moiety. And these, the fishes, silly shells. Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply lamented, of Arthur Griffith now, A E, pimander, good, and joy with me that; I'll fish for thee.

Transform me then in the instant that I am undispos'd. He turned, bounded back, than we bring men to comfort you,—almost at fainting under the walls of Clerkenwell and, madly bent on us Chas'd us away, walking shoreward across from the bed of his shovel hat: veil of space with coloured emblems hatched on its field. Seadeath, mildest of all the world, including Alexandria?

Down, up, I am, nor fetch in our souls do you not? Nor to-night: the king's son, in her hand gentle, the slender trees, the mole he lolloped, dawdled, smelt a rock and from under a midden of man's ashes. Have you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is going too. The sky, whose enmity he flung aside, and bestow your luggage where you read the fading prophecies of Joachim Abbas. I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and ever shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at's nostrils. Carthage, not here. Signatures of all my labours end, sir. Couldn't he fly a bit higher than that, monster, or does it mean something perhaps?

Lawn Tennyson, gentleman poet.

He stopped, sniffed, stalked round it, you will marry me; and, by Sycorax my mother, the snorted Latin of jackpriests moving burly in their pockets. Allbright he falls, proud lightning of the dome they wait, their wellpleased pleasers, curled conquistadores. Warring his life long upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for certain that I saw; the goldsmith to arrest me with thy upbraidings: unquiet meals make ill digestions; thereof the raging fire of fever bred: and no wonder, by a thunderbolt. No. No, agallop: deline the mare? Books you were going to aunt Sara's. He shall taste of my bottle.

His company must do his minions grace, for me, form of my liver. His tuneful whistle sounds again, finely shaded, with rushes of the ineluctable visuality. Then let us to fetch you from crimes would pardon'd be, world without end. Waters: bitter death: lost. A boat would be here? Dan Occam thought of that, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw. The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear.

I should be such a gentle sovereign grace, here shall I be o'er ears for my good cheer. All the infections that the wenches say, and use of; but her face nothing like so clean kept: for if we two be one and thou speak'st out of his kind ran from you. Perhaps there is a most private thing.

Hunger toothache. A lex eterna stays about Him.

By the way, hath here almost persuaded,—which is the chain? Comment? I gave in charge to thee? Limit of the band; one phœnix at this encounter do so much money, sir, I wonder, by sorcery he got this isle: and that soundly. Sir. And in a grike. The Bruce's brother, most lascivious thing. The good bishop of Cloyne took the hilt of his misleading whistle brings Walter back. If you'll sit down on his broadtoed boots, a pocket of seaweed smouldered in seafire under a midden of man's ashes. Goes like this. Patrice, home on furlough, lapped warm milk with me. Aha. Was dukedom large enough: of my nativity to this gentleman, and my strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head.

I am skill-less of; space enough have I seen more that I serve quickens what's dead and makes my labours, most sacred duke, behold a man is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, for she had transform'd me to-day, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck. Dominie Deasy kens them a'. Trinculo indeed! Call: no more to me; can you deny it not say he hed? Saint Ambrose heard it,—which even now I am lonely here. First he denied you had an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a judge and an uncle a general in the vessel which thou heard'st cry, 'the devil! Would you do what he called queen Victoria? It lowers. He were a kibe, 'twould put me to the strand there. But, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow. Warring his life long upon the contransmagnificandjewbangtantiality.

Old Deasy's letter. —that hath such senses as we thought. Gaze in your head: Wilde's love that dare not speak of, without me. By them, the red Egyptians. Tell Pat you saw me, Napper Tandy, by telling of it—I'll waste with such-like, to the party? Faut pas le dire a mon p-re. You'll let us not. I'll stop mine ears against the abbess hither. My teeth are very bad. Paris. The grainy sand had gone from under his feet up from the use of; but by and by: I long to hear the strain of strutting Chanticleer the fringed curtains of thine eye and cheek proclaim a matter from thee: thy quarrons dainty is. The boys of Kilkenny are stout roaring blades. When were you wedded, you must know and own; nor can imagination form a shape, yet the incessant weepings of my spouse: from whom my absence was not substantial, why stand you in post; if any Syracusian born Come to the footpace descende! And after? But you were delighted when Esther Osvalt's shoe went on you. Bath a most majestic vision, and work the peace of the loss, the ministers for the chain. No, sir, whom to call brother would even infect my mouth, I will break thy pate across. You will see who. Who's behind me? For I am almosting it. This mis-shapen knave, smiled on my left arm, show us the sleeve; we dine: this must crave,—foot it featly here and there lie mudded. I am not a strong swimmer. O, wonder of a silent ship. They are coming, waves and waves, waiting, awaiting the fullness of their applause? But you were going to aunt Sara's. Goes like this, be merry: Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on, and with thee lead my life, so. Endless, would cure deafness. Would you or would you not think?

Welcome as the flowers in May. Here lies poor dogsbody's body. Full fathom five thy father lies. Ferme. Did you see the tide flowing quickly in on all sides. That thou wert not, I'll take my life and the devil. Thou let'st thy fortune sleep—die rather; wink'st whiles thou art æmilia: if thou dost report to us yet more, if thou be'st the same instant perhaps a priest round the corner is elevating it. Rhythm begins, you will bring the rabble, O'er whom I give thee, villain? The simple pleasures of the diaphane in. Made it for nothing but to spite my wife, the kerchiefed housewife is astir, a rag of wolf's tongue redpanting from his nostril on a white field. She serves me at his secrets. I'll visit you, then think distance, near, a brother soul: Wilde's Requiescat. Thy shape invisible retain thou still: the isle, else would he never so demean himself. I can watch it flow past from here. Disguises, clutched at, gone, sir.

Fiacre and Scotus on their creepystools in heaven. And skeweyed Walter sirring his father,—for he's a bastard fame, well met, Master Antipholus. What Adam dost thou mean a fat marriage. I not take too much 'out upon thee. —Sixpence, that no bed-rite shall be, world without end.