#theyre so precious to me . sighs ;;

[kuragesoda]

ameyume for ship bingo!!

EEEEE YIPPEEE AMEYUME !!!!! ik i dont talk abt them often but theyre actually my favorite fp solo pairing !! i just think that the untapped potential between them is just . CHEFS KISS there is soooo much to unpack w them. the narrative parallels ... the issues they have with their own sense of identity ..... the comfort theyd find in a kindred soul ......... sighs dreamily they are the definition of hurt/comfort in my head

there really is a gold mine of possibilities with them and im SAD that its seems to be the least popular fp ship from what ive seen :(( we are starved and famished my comrades ........

[chetter-holmgren]

Of course Chet was in Norman the day I was in OKC

[rafeandonlyrafe]

weekend away

words: 3.2k

a/n: of course inspired by these precious pictures of drew <3

warnings: 18+ only, dad!rafe, mom!reader, established relationship, theyre maaaarried <3, VERY FLUFFY, descriptions of breastfeeding, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), rafe is like the best dad everrr

“okay…” you look into your trunk, mentally going through your checklist. stroller, check, folder up and ready for daisys car seat to be placed on. diaper bag, check, with extra diapers just in case. pump, check. carrier, baby carrier, check. extra change of clothes, check.

you have everything you could possibly need for daisy, not even realizing that you completely forgot about yourself.

“got your suitcase packed, baby?” rafe asks, daisy in his arms, happy to be cradled there, looking up at her daddy with wide eyes.

“shit!” you squeal, before covering your mouth. daisy may be too young to understand your words, but you still try not to curse in front of her.

“hey, it's okay.” rafe can instantly see your nerves skyrocketing. of course you were too focused on getting everything for your daughter that you completely forgot that it's a weekend trip you'll be going on too.

“okay, i um- ill just throw some clothes in a bag then-”

“baby.” rafe easily switches daisy to one arm, wrapping his now free one around your shoulders. you relax into his hold, reminded how protected you feel by rafe. “we aren't in a rush. we can delay taking off for a bit, okay? it's not that long of a drive.”

“okay.” you nod, arms circling around his waist as you turn to face rafe, pressing your cheek into his side as you smile down at daisy. “hi baby. mama is a bit of a mess right now.”

“don't talk about yourself like that.” rafe says softly, leaning to press a kiss to the top of you're head. “you're doing amazing. you juggle so much, it's a surprise you don't forget things more often.”

you let out a little chuckle, which daisy copies as her little mouth turns into a smile.

“okay, ill go get started.” you sigh. you can't believe your mind has been so scattered and focused on getting daisy ready that you completely forgot about doing anything for yourself.

“we will help.” rafe closes the trunk, heading back inside to follow you up the stairs. “not sure how much help daisy will be, but you got me at least.”

you end up packing pretty quickly, especially since you're bringing a big suitcase, way too big for just a couple days out of town, so you're easily able to throw in more than you need, just in case.

“alright.” rafe hums. “both suitcases loaded, we just need to get daisy in her car seat.”

“great.” you groan. daisy recently developed a hatred for her car seat, after you planned a nice weekend trip a few hours away from the outer banks.

“how about i try?” you know it won't make a difference, but you nod, letting rafe carry daisy towards the car, trying to distract with coos and even snuggling his nose into her tummy, but by the time she's over the seat, she turns straight as a board.

you can barely watch as her sweet face turns to one of sadness, tears falling down her cheeks.

“oh my poor baby.” you coo after rafe gets her all buckled in. “you want mama to ride back here with you?”

you're not sure it will help, but you climb into the backseat to sit next to the car seat while rafe gets in to drive.

“it is almost nap time, maybe she'll fall asleep quickly.” rafe shrugs as he pulls the car out of the driveway, always extra careful when he's bringing you or daisy anywhere.

“maybe.” you hum, petting over her forehead and down her nose until her cries stop, eyes close, and her chest begins to rise and fall slower.

you don't even realize as rafe happily drives you to your destination that as daisy falls asleep, so do you, head resting against her car seat as you catch up on some rest.

rafe smiles when he sees you in the backseat completely knocked out, even snapping a picture when he stops at a toll.

he keeps the radio down low to not wake either of you until he arrives to the airbnb, a delightful cottage right on the beach. it's not too different from home, but the bigger city offers more things to do, and you plan to take advantage of your time away and show daisy all the things she hasn't experienced yet like zoos and museums.

“babes.” rafe calls out. “we're here.”

“oh my gosh.” you let out a yawn, stretching your back out from the awkward hunched position against the car seat. “that went by so fast.”

“thats what happens when you sleep the whole way.” rafe chuckles.

“shut up.” you giggle, leaning between the front seats to press a kiss to his lips. “thanks for driving us. we love you so much.”

you know you can speak for your daughter, it's so evident how much daisy loves rafe, even if she can't find the words yet.

“love you too, baby.” rafe looks back at daisy, the mirror set up on the headrest of the seat to give him a view of her face. “we should get inside quick, she's gonna wake up hungry.”

“ugh, my poor boobs.” you whine. you love getting to breastfeed daisy, and feel so lucky that you have a good milk supply, but it is hard on your body as well.

“you're amazing.” rafe says earnestly. you turned his life around completely when you began dating him, and it only got even better when daisy was born. he made a pact while she was still inside your tummy to get his shit together, mend his life that was broken.

“oh, shush.” you blush, rafe still able to make you feel shy to this day. 

you get out of the car, looking at the airbnb. you swear it looks even better in person, the warm sun beautifully illuminating the white stand as you walk in, punching in the code that you had already memorized.

you know rafe is bringing daisy in, so you take a moment to inspect the house, the two bedrooms and one nursery as well as the open living area, big windows pointing out to the ocean.

you hear daisys cries before rafe enters with her in his arms. “she's ready for you.”

you take her quickly, sitting down in the plush armchair as you adjust your shirt and nursing bra to free your nipple, which she quickly latches onto.

you can hear rafe bringing in your bags and everything you need for daisy as you nurse and stare out at the ocean.

“all done, baby?” you ask her after she pulls away, a blissed out, happy look on her face.

“ill burp her.” rafe picks daisy up from your arms before you even realize it, clearly missing his girl as you close up your bra and pull your shirt down. you follow rafe out onto the back deck, wrapping your arms around his waist as you listen to the familiar sounds of waves hitting the shore.

“are you tired from the drive?” you ask him. “you can nap and ill entertain daisy and make us dinner.”

“im okay.” rafe turns around to tug you into his side. “and let's just order pizza or something, this is vacation, you don't have to cook.”

“okay.” you get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek before leaning back against his side. you'll order later, after you've started out at the ocean with him, the uninterrupted sea of blue.

--

“ah, ah, ah.” rafe stops you, taking the baby carrier out of your hands. “ill wear her.”

you nod, grabbing the diaper bag and slinging it over your shoulder, which rafe also takes after he puts the carrier on.

“baby, i can carry something.” you laugh as he gets poppy out of her carseat, her cries instantly stopping now that she's free of the car.

“i know you can. but im a good husband, and i got it.”

“okay.” you shrug. “whatever you want baby.”

rafe loads daisy into the carrier, adjusting her to face outward so she can see all of the animals as you walk through the zoo.

“sunscreen.” you remind rafe, putting the cream onto daisys delicate skin. you swipe it across rafes nose as he makes a face.

“you need it too.” you chastise, smearing it across his face, rubbing it all in so he's not embarrassed. you'd already applied sunscreen underneath your makeup at the cottage earlier, so you just refresh your exposed shoulders.

you make quick work of admissions at the zoo, having already bought your tickets online.

“what do you wanna see first, baby?” rafe asks, hand looped together tight with yours. 

“umm, how about the red pandas?” you motion towards the asia section of the zoo.

“sounds perfect.” rafe very willingly follows you throughout, daisy happily watching the animals as well as smiling at anyone who passes by.

“stop, they're so cute!” you coo as you look at the pandas. “i want to pet one.”

“don't tempt me to figure out a way for you to do that, baby.” rafe laughs, your pout quickly disappearing off your face, knowing it's not beyond rafe to bribe a zookeeper to let you feel the red pandas fluffy tail.

“what would you like to see, daisy girl?” you coo, rubbing your fingers over her cheeks.

“let's check out the chimpanzees and then we should probably find a place for you to nurse.” rafe is well aware of daisys feeding schedule, and you had to choose between taking her to the zoo during nap time or having to figure out feeding her during the trip.

“sounds good.” you allow rafe to loop his arm around your waist. 

rafe is just as delighted by the chimps swinging across their play structure as daisy is, her hands clapping together, chubby cheeks pushed up in a happy smile.

she cries when you walk away, but you recognize that the attitude is mostly from her being hungry.

“come on, baby.” you coo, finding a quiet shaded area with a comfortable bench.

you cover your front with a light blanket as rafe sits next to you, gently rubbing your shoulder and stroking over your hair as daisy feeds.

“she's probably gonna take like a 15 minute milk nap after this.” you say to rafe. “we can go check out the natural history museum.”

“good idea.” rafe nods. “i know how much you like to read random ass signs.”

“ugh, not my fault i like to learn information! unlike you, dummy.”

“hey.” rafe tickles his finger into the crook for your neck.

daisy falls asleep when she's done nursing, just as you predicted. you tuck her into the crook of your arm, not wanting to risk transferring her to the baby carrier, she'd most certainly wake up.

rafes hand stays on your back throughout the entire museum. you look through every sign, every taxidermied animal and the prehistoric scenes of the area the zoo has set up.

daisy stirs in your arms as you walk outside, the afternoon sun on her face waking her up. “hey princess.” you tell her, always surprised how quickly she recovers from her naps, now wide awake seconds later.

“wanna go to daddy? yeah?” you hand her over to go back into the baby carrier, heading towards the north america section. you like seeing the moose, and rafe the brown bears, while daisy gets an absolute kick out of the american otters, watching them swish through the water and flip off the glass partition.

you continue through most of the zoo, deciding to rush through the aquarium and skip the africa section as daisys nap time quickly approaches.

you exit the zoo hand in hand with rafe, and for once daisy doesn't fight being put in her carseat as she instantly falls asleep.

--

daisy is sitting in between your legs, giggling as she runs her hands through the sand. you keep a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't try to experiment and eat any, but you're also distracted by rafe sitting shirtless next to you.

“when daisy is older, we should take her to the west coast so we can watch the sunset over the ocean.” he says, moving closer to you to wrap his arm around you.

“id love that. its so fun bringing her places.” you know daisy is too young to remember this trip, but she has loved staying someplace different, getting to see all sorts of new things. 

you head back home tomorrow, back to the reality of the outer banks.

“baby girl is gonna be beyond spoiled.” rafe laughs softly, leaning forward to readjust the bow on the top of her head.

“if you spoil her as much as you spoil me, she sure will.” you lean into rafes side, gently watching the waves until daisy starts to get tired and bored, crawling back towards you.

“nursing then bedtime, alright daisy?” you coo at her, picking her up as you walk with rafe back into the cottage, dusting your sandy feet off before going in. “it's a long drive again tomorrow and daddy needs a good sleep.”

“mmm, i was hoping after you put her down we could…” rafe clears his throat. your eyes widen, understanding what he means.

“yeah.” you nod, sitting down in the armchair that has become your prime feeding place over the weekend trip. “id really love that.”

“perfect.” rafe bends to press a kiss to your forehead. “im gonna go shower. let me know if you need any help getting her down.”

daisy happily latches onto your boob, pulling off when she's about halfway done as she gets fussy.

“oh, girly.” you giggle. “you're just tired!”

you move into the nursery to change her into pajamas as well as make sure she has a fresh diaper before finishing feeding her. by the time you set her down in the crib, she's out like a light.

you grab the baby monitor and bring it into your bedroom, smiling when you see rafe sitting on the edge of the bed, towel wrapped around his hips, hair still slightly wet from the shower.

“she's asleep?” he confirms as you place the baby monitor on the dresser.

“she is.” you move quickly over to rafe, bending to press a kiss to his lips as your hands move quickly to undo his towel, opening the damp fabric to reveal his cock.

you kiss as your hand explores his length, feeling it harden beneath your fingertips before you begin to stroke.

“you're gonna kill me, baby.” rafe groans against your lips. “ive missed your hands so much.”

“missed this too.” you confirm. sex with rafe has been scarce since daisy. your body took a while to recover, and while he was patient throughout that, even once you were ready to have sex, daisy often interrupted you by needing her diaper changed or to be rocked back to sleep.

“come on, i want to see you.” rafe tugs at your shirt.

you stand to lose your tank top, removing your bra next. you still feel a little insecure about your stomach. you lost a bit of the weight you gained throughout pregnancy, but you don't know if you'll ever get back to how you were before.

“hey-” rafe stands, seeming to sense your feelings. “you're beautiful.”

“thank you.” you say, tears welling up in your eyes, but not from your insecurities, but from the sheer love you have for rafe.

“now get on the bed so i can show you how beautiful i find you.”

you take your pants and underwear off as you lay down, placing your head on the pillows as you look up at rafe. you used to be much more adventurous when it came to sex, trying out different positions or even introducing toys, but just like in many other ways, being a parent has made your sex more boring.

rafe drapes himself over your body, his cock rubbing through your folds. until daisy is much older and always sleeps through the night, there's still a chance she will wake up, so speed is of the essence.

rafe lines his cock up, pushing it inside of your tight heat with a low groan, needing to stay pretty quiet to not wake daisy, glad that the ocean out the window is providing her some white noise.

“god, you feel so good.” rafe says, eyelids fluttering closed as he stills, allowing you to adjust to his length.

you let out a moan, reaching up to wrap your arms around rafes shoulders, pulling his body against yours.

your chest rubs together as rafe begins to thrust, thankfully not moving too much as your nipples are so sensitive they sometimes hurt.

“i love you.” you whisper to rafe. “i love you so much.”

“we should have a wedding.” rafe says mid-thrust, making your eyes widen as he continues talking. “we should renew our vows when daisy is old enough to be our flower girl.”

“okay.” you nod. you have no problem with throwing an actual party to celebrate your marriage, considering when you found out you were pregnant and told rafe, you settled for a small and quick courthouse wedding with just a few family members and friends in attendance.

“i just love you so much.” he says, voice slightly strained as he continues thrusting.

“i know.” you lean up again to press your lips against his, his mouth staying slightly ajar as he pants.

“i love daisy too. i love our family.” rafe is moving so fast inside of you, rambling as he fucks you. “i wanna have more kids. after we renew our vows and i give you the wedding you deserve.”

“okay.” you giggle, smiling up at rafe. “we can do all of that, baby. we have all the time in the world.”

rafe nods, eyes closing as he concentrates on moving his hips just how you like it, the same motions that got you pregnant with daisy, now prevented from happening again with your daily pill.

“close.” rafe warns, and you're not far off either, only needing a couple more thrusts before you cum with a muffled shout, having covered your mouth with your hand just in time.

your cunt squeezing around him as your high pushes through your body is all rafe needs to spill inside of you with a soft moan of your name.

his arms give out as he rests on top of you, but you don't mind the weight as you stroke your fingers through his short hair. 

it's comforting, the silence, the way your bodies are pressed together, but it's interrupted by a cry through the baby monitor.

“i got her.” rafe says before you can even react. he pushes himself out of bed and pulls on a pair of sweats before rushing into the nursery.

you take a moment to reach over to the tissues on the nightstand, cleaning yourself off at least good enough for the night as you wrap the blankets around yourself.

you try to stay awake until rafe comes back in, to tell him yet again how much you love him, but by the time he's done changing daisys diaper and gets her back to sleep, you're deep in sleep.

rafe smiles as he reenters the bedroom, seeing you all wrapped up with a slight smile on your face as you dream. rafe lays down next to you, wondering how he ever got so lucky.

[seungfl0wer]

*𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅?*

Pairing: Chan x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Angst (small suggestive)

Warnings: Arguing, slightly suggestive, slight mentions of squirting, Slight happy ending. Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings.

This came from 2 requests you can find here

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Knocking on your boyfriend’s door you hear him grumbling as he makes his way to the door. “Yeah?” He says seemingly annoyed at you interrupted his work.

“Babe come on you’ve been working for hours, can’t you just take a break?” You pleaded.

“No. I have alot to do still” he said.

“Chris please? I’ve barely saw you since you got back from the work trip.”

“Y/n I said I can’t. I have work to do. Stop bothering me ok?” He said before shutting the door.

It’s been like this for the past month or so. Honestly from the past few months you can count on one hand how many times he’s spent time with you. It’s been eating at you lately. Feeling like you’re a bother, like he just doesn’t love you anymore. You’ve tried to understand and you have for the most part. His job is taxing and demanding however he use to make time for you. Now it just seems like you’re an after thought.

You let out a big sigh before knocking again. He ignored it. So you knocked again. He swung open the door glaring at you eyes looking like they could kill. “I told you to leave me alone” he hissed.

“Christopher. You use to make time for us. You use to take breaks and would unwind with me. Why can’t you do that anymore huh?” You said not backing down this time.

“Y/n I can’t make time for you and be a good bread winner there’s no way.” He retorted back.

“So what then? I don’t ever get to spend time with you? Your jobs always gonna come first?” You spat.

“YES.” He said bluntly. You could see the vein popping from his forehead.

“So what’s the fucking point of dating then huh? It’s like we’re fucking roommates.” You said with a small croak. You felt like you could cry.

He looked at you, you could tell he was angry but was it for your words or because you were taking precious time away from his work. “Then maybe we should just end things” he said coldly towards you. Before you could get another word in he shut the door. You felt the tears pricking at your eyes before turning toward the bedroom. 3 years. 3 years down the fucking drain.

You cried grabbing a few things and throwing them in a bag. You called your friend up knowing they had an extra room. When he came to pick you up he was about ready to walk into that house and give Chan a piece of his mind but you talked him out of it. He sped off to the apartment. “I can’t believe that fucking asshole” he said gritting his teeth. “Who fucking-“ his hands gripping the steering wheel. “Who fucking does that shit with someone theyre supposed to love”

When you got to his place you plopped yourself into the spare room asking for some space. Your mind floated around with all the happy times you had. Smiling a bit remember how when you first met he was so shy. Fumbling over his words when he asked you out. Remembering how you made the first move to kiss him how red his ears got when you did. How he was the first one to say I love you and all the good morning texts you had saved full of love.

You remembered the first time you were intimate. How he was so nervous, afraid he couldn’t make you feel good. Only to have you trembling under him after making you squirt for the first time ever in your life. He was so proud of himself. He didn’t even care he only lasted a few minutes.

You can’t believe it was all over. All the words he had said all the talks about getting married and such just tossed like garbage. Was it really that easy to toss you to the side like that? Were you the reason he became distant?

A few days had passed before you went back. Knowing Chan was gonna be working you took the opportunity to take the rest of your stuff. Leaving anything he had gotten you there. You didn’t notice though he was home. His office was doing work from home today to try and catch up on something’s. With the last box in your hand making your way towards the door you were greeted by Chan coming out from the room. His eyes widened when he saw you. You made no effort to say anything just walking past him.

“Y/n” he said walking behind you.

“What” you said coldly slipping your shoes back on.

“I- listen I’m sorry for how I handled things.” He said looking down at your box. “Wait are you moving your stuff out?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You said bluntly before opening the door. “You’ll have all the time in the world now. Take care of yourself Chan.” You said before leaving.

He stood there his mouth gaped open. He couldn’t believe things were really ending. He didn’t think you’d actually leave. Here he was though, nothing left of you. He through himself into his work even more now. Keeping himself busy. He couldn’t believe he did this. He let the best thing of his life go. No. No. This is what he wanted. He could do so much more with out the worry of you around now. Or that’s at least what he told himself.

You on the other hand worked on yourself. You got yourself out there. You got a raise at your job and moved up in positions. You moved from your friend’s place to a nice little house. You were thriving.

A few months into being here you found comfort in your neighbors. They were all so kind and sweet always sharing food together and having get togethers. That’s what brings you to now. You had accident fallen for the man who lived right beside you. Neither of you intentionally tried to but you both just connected so well. He was so kind, so down to earth. He was a big ceo of his job. Passed down to him from his father however by looking at him you’d never think that.

He didn’t show off his wealth. He was just a normal guy who liked to come to your place and make dinner with you while you played stupid trivia games. When he finally asked you out he knew you’d be hesitant telling you “you don’t have to say yes right now but just do it in the next few days so I can tell my dad I finally did it” he said his cheeks all pink.

When you finally did say yes though he was over the moon. As if you just said I do to him on your wedding day. You scoffed to yourself seeing how he always made time for you. He rarely ever said no to you even pushing back meetings to do little things with you. He was so love struck by you.

Chan on the other hand missed you a lot. He’d now and again take your pillow cuddling into it as if it was you. Fuck. He missed you. He tried dating but no one had that spark he felt with you those years ago. Where did he go wrong?

Today was you and your boyfriend’s first year anniversary. He brought you to the carnival one of the places you both loved to come. He always loved winning you prizes trying his best to get you every single one you wanted. He also just loved having you clinging to him around so many people. It filled him with pride to have everyone know you were his. “Hey beautiful I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick ok? Will you order for me?” He said with a smile kissing you softly. You nodded as he walked away.

Chan couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you standing in line. Was it really you? He has only come here because of his friends trying to get him out. He grumbled the whole time however seeing you he perked up. “Y/n?” He said softly.

Your head spun to meet his gaze looking at him with almost sadness. He didn’t look like he’d taken care of himself. His once perfect hair all messy, clothes not as neat as they use to be. You could tell he’s lost weight too.

“Oh hi Chris.” You said

“Hey it’s been awhile. What uhm brings you here?” He asked trying to make small talk.

Before you answered the lady asked for your order. As you gave it to her Chan seemed a bit confused at what you ordered. You always hated corn dogs, why were you getting one?

Chan ordered standing off to the side as you both waited.

“It’s nice to see you again” he said softly.

“Yeah, nice to see you too” you said.

Your boyfriend was making his way back towards you. He smiled that big goofy smile of his before slinking his arm around you.

“Look what I found” he said grinning ear to ear as he pulled out a stuffed animal you’ve been searching for.

“No fucking way!” You said smiling you gave him a big hug as he kissed the top of your head.

“Anything for my love” he said.

Chan watched his stomach twisting as he realized you had moved on. Something also clicked in his head. “You’re the CEO of big name right?” He said his voice sounding surprised.

“Oh yeah” he chuckled. “That’s me”

Chan looked at him and back at you “how are you here? Aren’t you like swamped with work?” He asked.

Your boyfriend chuckled some more “nah and even if I was I wouldn’t miss today for the world.” He said squeezing you softly.

“Today’s our year anniversary, so I took the whole week off, even moved meetings just so I could give this pretty lady all my attention” he said. If he would have know who he was talking to he’d probably yell at him for what he did however you didn’t want to be the bear of bad news.

“Oh oh babe I’m gonna grab a shake meet me by the table yeah? I’ll get your favorite” he said kissing you once more before strolling off.

“So there’s really no chance we could get back together is there” Chan blurted out.

You felt a bit confused “Chris. I think you need to focus on yourself before you can ever think about dating again.”

“So there’s a chance we could?” He said hopeful.

“I’m sorry Chris. But I’m happy. He makes time for me. He doesn’t make me feel like a burden”

The lady calls out your order, you grab it before walking away you look at him one more time. “I’m sorry Chris, a part of me of course will always love you however we don’t mix well. Please just take care of yourself ok?” You said before walking away.

He felt a pit in his stomach like he wanted to vomit. He couldn’t believe how happy you looked I mean you were glowing. Your boyfriend seemed to be so secure proving him wrong about being able to make time. He cursed at himself but he knew you didn’t want him back you’ve made that pretty clear through the months. He was just sad he was to late that this was really the end. He watched as you smiled and laughed. Although the pit in his stomach stayed he felt a bit of happiness knowing you were being taken care of. Something he should have done better of.

Your words although same as before rung in his head. ‘Take care of yourself’ he realized he hasn’t been. He realized he hasn’t even had time to properly think. He felt a sense of acceptance as he took his food and left. He was gonna work on himself. Make himself the man he was before, before he was consumed by his work.

“Did you know that guy?” Your boyfriend ask.

You nod “yeah, just someone I use to know”

“Hmm well he better not try and steal you away or I’ll fight” he teased lifting his fists up.

It made you laugh. Although you’ll always love Chan. You couldn’t ask for anyone better. Your boyfriend would move the world for you if it meant you’d be happy. And you were. You were so happy.

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[nottswitch]

hey! i lovelovelove your writing and i was hoping you could do a fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader (fem) and theyre just being cute and fluffy at the library brainstorming products and he suddenly ropes the reader into a prank and the reader pretends to disapprove but after a lot of banter she eventually admits that she does think hes brilliant and just. fluff.

thank you!

⋆˙⟡ ravenclaw!reader secretly finds her boyfriend’s antics brilliant

hi there and thank you! <3 i’m so sorry it took me this long to get to your request, but i hope you’re still here!! love the fred x ravenclaw dynamic so so much, i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: a bit of swearing, lots of fluff

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when fred got you, he was, for the lack of a better word, absolutely thrilled. not only were you absolutely gorgeous and could handle his and george’s sense of humor, you were also a ravenclaw – and the top of your class, no less, which for the weasley brothers was similar to hitting a gold mine. it was only a matter of time before they could, using their irresistible charm and maybe some of fred’s personal tactics, persuade you to help them with new developments for the weasley’s wizard wheezes shop. and you did from time to time, reluctantly, as it wasn’t entirely appropriate for a prim and proper ravenclaw like you, but you secretly enjoyed it.

on one of those days, on a warm, spring evening, you were sitting at the library, studying, as usual. as your nose was firmly in a potions book, you didn’t hear footsteps slowly approaching you from behind. only when a pair of soft yet firm hands obstructed your view of the academic text did you realize that you’d been creeped up on.

“guess who?” a familiar voice with an unmistakable hint of mischief wondered. y ou giggled and pressed your hands against his, even though there was no real need – you’d recognize them anywhere.

“freddie,” you murmured, a smile spreading on your lips. you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in a while, and the unexpected encounter was more than welcome, in your book.

"in the flesh."

your eyes ached a bit after the hands covering them were removed and the warm, bright light of the library candles hit them again. but the ache was quickly soothed by a pair of lips pressed against yours in a short yet passion-filled kiss. you frowned when fred pulled away, your face jerking forward to chase him, but the grin stretching his mouth immediately erased the crease between your eyebrows. you could never be upset when he looked this happy.

"studying again?" fred asked, smirking as he mindlessly flipped through the pages of the book in front of you, not paying the texts any real attention. you nodded, letting out a sigh – of course, for someone as smart as you, studying wasn’t the biggest chore, but sometimes, even the greatest of minds needed some rest, some distraction.

seeing your covertly tired expression, fred’s eyes softened, but the mischievous smirk on his lips never left. "come on, honey cheeks, lighten up," he said in a lighthearted manner, plopping down into the chair next to you and closing your textbook shut with a loud noise.

"fred!” you whisper-yelled, hoping that madam pince didn’t hear the sudden disturbance of the silence in her precious library. your boyfriend simply grinned, seemingly unbothered, and rummaged through his bag for a moment. with a victorious ‘got it!’ he fished out a small bar of what looked like chocolate and placed it on the table, giving you a proud look.

the look should’ve been a clear sign, but your hand still reached for the bar, thinking it was just one of the usual sweets fred got you from time to time, “just to see your pretty smile”, as he himself put it. but evidently, it wasn’t the case, because his hand quickly moved to shield the chocolate from yours.

"oh no, hun, i wouldn’t eat it if i were you," fred said, the smirk on his lips widening, making a dimple on his left cheek pop out. "unless you want to have your ears wiping the ground, that is."

you raised an eyebrow in confusion at first, but as the gears in your brain turned, you started understanding exactly what was happening. the realization made you roll your eyes.

"again?" you breathed out, looking at fred with an exasperated but also somewhat amused expression. it seemed like every week him and george would come up with something new for their shop, and this time, it seemed to be… a chocolate bar.

"oh, you know it, honey cheeks."

fred grabbed the product, tossing it into the air, catching it and swiftly bringing it to your face, which made you flinch and giggle at the same time.

"let me present to you, my love, the best punishment for the especially nosy – prying prick’s plague. the title’s a work in progress."

you chuckled, shaking your head at his antics. it wasn’t the first time, and of course, wouldn’t be the last, you knew it all too well. you pretended to give him a disapproving look about the ‘prick’ part, but all that came out was a very adorable – in fred’s opinion – scowl.

"what?" fred asked, raising an eyebrow back at you. he twirled the chocolate bar between his nimble fingers, tossing and catching it again. "it makes your ears turn really damn huge. just what nosy pricks need."

"yeah? why do I feel like this was made with someone in mind?" you narrowed your eyes at the boy in front of you, suspiciously staring him down. he looked a bit too mischievous even for his usual self.

"ah, darling, perceptive as always," fred praised in a dramatic manner, giving you a pat on the back. you rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. "we did have someone in mind. and here, my love, is where you come into the picture."

"huh?"

you furrowed your forehead, your expression turning a bit dumbfounded. sure, the brothers appreciated your expertise on their stuff, but they had never tried to actually… use you in one of their endless pranks. and it seemed like fred was suggesting exactly that.

fred let out a short chuckle at your cute, puzzled face, and reached out with his hand to caress your hair, as if he was soothing you. a ‘tsk’ could be heard coming out of your mouth, but you didn’t pull away, letting him pet you.

"don’t worry, hun, it’s nothing too bad," fred murmured, but the smirk still tugging at the corner of his mouth was too playful for your liking. "you’re tutoring malfoy in herbology, right?"

"yeah," you confirmed, irritation briefly flicking through the depth of your eyes. the guy’s ambition to become a healer was a commendable one, but his skills in herbology were, for the lack of a better word, not present.

"and you would agree that he’s a prying prick, right?"

"um…"

sure, malfoy could be annoying. and he always seemed to have his nose in everybody’s business, thinking his "valuable input" was, in fact, valuable. but surely, fred didn’t mean…?

"yeah." fred’s single word seemed to confirm your thoughts, as if he was reading your mind.

"no way. you actually want to…?"

"and with your help, no less."

fred grinned when the scowl on your face turned even more disapproving. he slipped his hand from your head down to your face, her knuckles softly brushing against the apples of your cheeks. he always thought you were totally adorable like that, all mad at him for yet another disturbance of peace he was planning to cause. this time, it was even better, since you were also going to be involved. and he knew that you were going to – even underneath your prim and proper exterior, a spark of excitement always flickered whenever he told you about his and george’s pranks.

"merlin, you’re insufferable," you groaned, still leaning into fred’s touch, unable to resist the warmth of his loving hand caressing your face.

"and you love it, hun," he responded, giving you a sly wink, knowing exactly what it always did to you. "just admit it – I’m brilliant. and my dear brother, of course, but mostly me."

"yeah, yeah, whatever," you muttered, begrudgingly agreeing with his cocky statement. the image of malfoy with huge floppy ears was indeed a pretty hilarious one, and his inevitable tantrum would definitely be a sight to behold.

fred laughed at your reluctant admission of his superior thinking and affectionately pecked your cheek. what a delight you were – gorgeous, smart and secretly, a bit wicked. his dream girl.

[oceisastar]

hi maybe human/non-spider chubby!reader headcanons with mig? more for when they’re getting to know him at the society? Thanks so much!

hey love!! I’ll write some fluff in this case :^) (gn!reader; super super fluffy)

first time he sees you, he honestly doesn’t notice you much because you’re some random human they brought in for a tech collaboration to improve spider-tech.

he’s not one for socializing—always on a mission and trying to get shit done since everyone else is busy fucking off.

it’s not until you approach him while he’s sitting alone one day and ask to sit w/ him at lunch that he really noticed you. you’re... kinda cute. oh, you just smiled at him. ok, you’re very cute.

and you’re kind. he sees you a lot, taking care of mayday when Peter has to run off and take care of impromptu spider-missions, just chatting to other spider-people and making them smile. you’re so sweet. Miguel hasn’t felt any semblance of romantic attraction in years.

he definitely struggles w/ these feelings at first. never shows that he is, but is more intentional about keeping his distance. you, of course, are hurt because you have no idea what you did to upset him. Peter assures you Miguel is just Like That but you don’t buy it.

so one day you approach him and ask him if you did something wrong. he’s taken aback, but then shakes his head and tries to walk off. you follow closely behind before you gently grab his hand and make him face you. this ache in his chest... it’s so familiar.

he quickly pulls his hand away and walks off. he ignores you for the next few weeks until lyla talks some sense into him. “you’re mad because... theyre nice? I will never understand human romance.”

“no, lyla, I’m not mad because theyre nice. theyre a distraction—one I don’t have time for.”

“pretty sure you do. your schedule is clear for the rest of the day. go talk to them!”

Miguel actually does not, but Peter dumps mayday in Miguel’s arms, talking about how he has to go “take care of something”, only for him to realize that Peter had also told you to look after mayday, so both you and Miguel end up in the same place.

Miguel cant run away, either, because mayday is nestled in his hair. you laugh and gently pluck her into your arms, cradling her as she giggles. she takes Miguel’s pointer finger and squeezes it tight, shaking it back and forth.

Miguel imagines you with gabi, and it fucking kills him inside. but he also imagines that gabi would want him to be happy. so he lets himself stay a little longer and chat w/ u.

he starts paying attention to all the things he didn’t let himself look at before—how soft you look. every part of you—your cheeks, your arms, your stomach, your thighs. you’re precious. he feels the urge to... hug you. to protect you.

you notice he seems to be troubled so you gently place a hand on his—“how about we play a game w/ mayday, Miguel?” and he finds himself nodding.

INTO THE RELATIONSHIP HC:

Miguel strikes me as the type of person who would forget to eat a lot. he’s a busy man and I don’t think he’d really keep track of meals and such.

you, however, are not ok w/ that. you always make him sit down and eat together whenever possible. if Miguel’s on a mission, you’ll cook him a meal and sit and wait for him to come back for hours, sometimes even falling asleep at the table.

when Miguel comes back and sees you asleep, he just lets out a soft sigh and picks you up, trying to bring you back to your shared bed, but you just nuzzle into him and mumble, “did you like it?” and he’s like “I haven’t eaten yet, baby.” and you gently push his chest and whisper, “go eat. I’ll sit w/ u.”

Miguel almost laughs because you’re literally half asleep but he compromises since you’re so insistent and lets you lay down on the couch while he sits beside you and eats. you fall asleep w/ your head on his thigh and him stroking your hair.

[lychiism]

Zaneee you might be convincing me to ship JudeTrent 😣😣

PLEAEE PLEASE PLEASE THEYRE SO GOOD I COULD WRITE A GROCERY LIST ON EVERYTHING PERFECT ABOUT THEM💔

- Jude is the younger, taller one, which he habitually reminds Trent of and all he gets in response is a “Piss off”

- Trent being snarky and brash with Jude, but all Jude has to do is give him his stupid Bambi eyes and he’s like “okay fine fine- one more kiss, but we gotta get up for breakfast straight after-“

- Jude always adding “my” when describing Trent ,, he literally commented “my boy” on his post once 💔

- my personal headcanon is that Jude realised his feelings all so quickly, it hits him like a sack of bricks and he IMMEDIATELY loses his shit- like he can’t keep it inside for more than a few days before he confesses. Then Trent is just like. Jude we cannot do this. Like. Bad Idea. No. And Jude is like - that did not answer my question. Do you want me? And Trent just ,, gives in.

Baby snippet of my first fic to further convince u ~

Jude shakes his head back at him, Trent not understanding his unbridled awe. “Y’just don’t get it.” Trent’s expression falls slightly in confusion.

“Don’t get what?”

“The way I-“ Jude huffs in exasperation then smiles to himself at the absurdity of his circumstance. He grows frustrated with himself, and horrifyingly, Trent realises this too.

“Jude? Lad?”

Looks like he’s doing this now. Fuck.

“Can I come in? Please?” Jude asks, like Trent might say no. Trent just looks at Jude like he’s a precious thing before they wordlessly enter and stand in the narrow entrance to his room.

Trent leans himself against the door, arms crossed, stupid fucking biceps glowing in the evening light. Jude feels like punching himself in the face.

“It’s you.”

The words are laid bare between them. Jude feels stripped raw, his feeble form a spectacle in front of Trent’s own eyes.

“Gotta expand on that la’. Dunno what you’re on about.” Jude hears his voice shake slightly.

“You must know,” Jude pleads. “Don’t make fun of me, Trent.”

“Honest, Jude. Tell me.” Trent nudges Jude with his socked foot, pushing him closer to what may be the biggest mistake of his entire life.

“Told you the other day tha’ I’m into a lad, yeah?” Trent nods softly, he’s taken the pink fat of his lower lip between his teeth, taunting Jude. “‘S you. Fucks sake, I’m into you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

What? Out of all the responses Jude had anticipated, that had not been one of them.

“Why would I say it if I didn’t mean it? You hearin’ yourself? You hearin’ me?”

“You don’t want me Jude, not like-“ Trent sighs like he’s been put through the wringer and Jude feels a little offended. “You don’t want me proper. Don’t tell me you do if you don’t. Not summat to joke about, like.”

Jude’s mouth works before his brain does: “Lemme show you.”

Now it’s Trent’s turn to look taken aback, Jude swells a bit with pride, ever competitive. His shoulders are tense, muscle definition making it apparent. Trent studies Jude’s face as if he’ll find an answer somewhere in there, but his shoulders ease and all he can do is nod.

Jude didn’t plan this far ahead. Fuck. Oh god.

He’s running completely on autopilot as he leans in, slow, allowing Trent to stop him if need be. Jude’s nose tentatively meets his, rubbing up and down to prolong whatever it is that he’s doing. Trent’s eyes are big and shining up at him, as if Jude is standing at the head of an alter. Jude is almost certain he dons a twin expression.

“You don’t want this Jude-“ Trent tries again.

Jude cuts him off and leans in fully, bracing his hand on Trent’s hip, holding him like glass, firm as marble. Their lips meet and all Jude can do is exhale. Oh god, it’s all he can do.

Trent makes a soft noise at being interrupted mid speech, the noise caught in Jude’s mouth.

Trent pulls away, “Are you sure-“

Jude kisses him again.

[soulsbleedink]

𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙀𝘾𝘼 | 𝙍𝘼𝙔𝙇𝘼 𝙓 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙐𝙈

Prompt: [Written while listening to Seneca by Novo Amor!] Rayla's been on a mission and she misses Katolis, specifically the high mage. So she decides to pay them all a visit, namely Callum.

Warning[s]: None! It's all fluff :D

Pairing: Rayla x Callum

Word count: 1.7k

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i just had to write some rayllum, i was losing it, and they were going to get my sanity back /j. but really, i love them sm, theyre so precious, so of course! i know rayla may seem a bit soft, so i'm sorry- i'm not extremely good at writing her character, yet. anyways, my beloveds <3 have fun reading!!

Rayla’s footsteps were soft but agile as she sped across the acres of dirt, inching closer to the land where she’d first met Callum. She stopped to catch her breath, her gaze caught on the looming castle of Katolis. With a slight bounce to her step, she tread forward. Upon entering the streets that led up to the castle gates, she was quite happy to find that no one paid any attention to the fact that she was an elf. Life buzzed around her, the heady smell of baked goods lingering in the air, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips at the soft sounds of children giggling flitting in from a side street. 

Just a bit farther were the castle gates, and the village was further back, now much quieter. The breeze whispered in her ears and before her hand could touch the rough wood of the door, it slid open, just a crack. And a certain blond appeared between the cracks, his eyes piercing her soul, but then they softened.

“Rayla!” Soren reached out for her and she braced herself for a bone crushing hug, and bone crushing hug she got. His arms wrapped around her torso and lifted her into the air, all air knocked out of her lungs. 

“Soren, put me down…” She mumbled, barely wheezing the words out. And slowly, her airways weren’t so restricted anymore. When her feet touched the ground she almost considered kissing it for a moment. She inhaled as much air as possible. 

“What brought you here?” Soren asked, walking back into the castle grounds, Rayla beside him.  She let her eyes gaze over the rough stone walls, the passing workers, the baker she only briefly remembered, or did she even—Now was not the time. Opeli was walking next to him while he carried a tray of jelly tarts, a smile playing on his lips.

“Oh, I just wanted to visit Ezran,” She said, as if that was the full reason, but then again she wasn’t entirely lying. 

“Oh, I know it’s about Callum.” Since when had Soren gotten so good at reading minds? “It’s written all over your face.” 

Rayla huffed, but warmth crawled up her neck at the mention of the high mage. She refused to agree or disagree, hoping it would fly past him. Well, it didn’t. The next time she looked up at him, he was wiggling his eyebrows and his armour clanged loudly when he shoulder-bumped Rayla. But the murderous expression on her face was apparently something he wasn’t scared of, because he laughed out loud, his laughter a burst of joy swept away with the breeze when he finally quieted down. She sighed, she didn’t hate it, not truly; at least. Some part of her kind of wanted to have that every day, little moments of joy with her friends, and him. 

“Woah, you look like you’ve missed him,” Soren said, the lightest tint of laughter still threatening to spill over the threshold of his mouth, Rayla grunted. “Dare I say heart eyes?”

She was ready to swing a joking punch but from within one of the doors leading into the main castle a head of brown curls appeared, his stark red attire and silver crown always noticeable in the gleaming sunlight. Ezran turned around, his blue eyes fixating on Rayla and the biggest smile she’d seen in so long sliding onto his face. He didn’t waste a second longer when he made a beeline straight for her and sped over the rough stone, Bait trying his hardest to keep up with Ezran’s gait. 

“Rayla!” He jumped into her arms, and she caught him, hugging him as his hair tickled her chin. Bait grunted and she grinned down at him.

She let Ezran down, ruffling his hair, his crown now tilted. She reached down, fixing it. “How’ve ya been, Ez? Thought I’d visit you.” The grin on her face said it all. 

He smiled, letting the words linger in the air. “You don’t have to lie.” Apparently everyone here could read her like a book, and she was not having it. The sun was already beating down at her, and the heat collecting under her leather assassin attire was uncomfortable. 

“Who’s lying?” She asked, rather unconvincingly too, much to her own chagrin. But behind those words was a heart beating quickly within her chest, and her eyes wanting to stray towards a specific direction, up to the door that led into his quarters. And she just knew he was in there. 

“I won’t hold you back much longer, you can go, but thank you for visiting!” He said, cheery as ever. She didn’t acknowledge the first part of the sentence verbally but smiled anyway, catching his gaze once before she received a sharp jab between her shoulder blades, most probably from Soren. She grunted, stumbling forward and catching her pace. 

Her feet carried her across the remaining few steps, mind buzzing in a whole new dimension. She reached out, hand hesitating on the wood. Should she knock? Should she wait—When had she gotten so tentative? 

She wasn’t allowed the chance to ponder on that. The door slid open, creaking on its hinges. A familiar, far too familiar face appeared in the doorway. She smiled, well, she thought she did.

Because Callum didn’t change too much, again, of course he wouldn’t. It had only been a few weeks, and it should’ve been a few more; but her heart longed to be back at Katolis. The catalyst to everything. She missed Ezran and his jelly tarts, Soren and his jokes, and most importantly; Callum. Her high mage. 

“You’re a few weeks early,” He said, raising an eyebrow at her. But his tone didn’t sound like he minded one bit. 

She laughed. “Yeah, most of what they need is collected, thought I’d pay you a visit.” She shrugged. 

“Sure you didn’t just miss me?” He asked, teasing; of course.

She shoved him in the shoulder, playfully. He stumbled back, placing a hand over his heart, feigning disbelief and whatever heartbreak he could muster. She burst into chuckles, stepping inside when he beckoned her closer. 

Her eyes roamed the room. Trinkets scattered the tables, the shelves, even the walls. And fuzzy crimson curtains hung over the window, open so only just a sliver of sunlight was let into the room. She couldn’t blame him for that; it was hot. Or maybe it was her Moonshadow elf preference for cooler temperatures. Anyways, she didn’t linger on it. She walked over to a shelf with books, and ran her fingers over the leathery spines. 

“What a nerd.” She huffed in amusement. Then turned around when she heard creaking. Callum had sat down on a couch, smiling and shrugging. 

She tilted her head, making her way over and plopping next to him. He turned to her, eyes lingering on the books that she was touching a few seconds ago, but then those beautiful brown eyes were on her. And her breath hitched in her throat. Suddenly, the room felt warmer too. 

“Well, I need all the resources I can get to learn about magic, of course,” He started, his eyes never leaving her face, and she kind of wanted to curse him, “I’m literally the high mage!”

“I’m sure that even a wee elfling could tell that much.” She laughed. “I missed seeing that excited face of yours.” And your love for knowledge, about magic namely. 

“I missed you too, but where did sappy Rayla come from?” He asked, surprised for just a moment before his face fell back into that teasing amusement. “Are you the real one?” He raised a brow, placing a hand on his chin in mock scrutiny. 

“Am I?” She feigned confusion, but then he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. And she finally managed to meet his eyes for longer than a few seconds. 

They stared at each other, and he leaned closer, and she did too. But then they burst into fits of laughter, her head falling on his shoulder as he slapped her shoulder playfully. 

She truly did miss him, and being with him, and everything that reminded her of this place. 

“Thanks for getting back early, Ez was getting a bit lonely without Zym and Corvus around as often,” He mentioned, his voice muffled by her hair, the hum of his words lulling her into a comfort and peace that she related to being with Runaan and Ethari. 

“What about Soren?” She scooted closer, his arm going around her shoulder and pulling her head onto his shoulder. Then his head rested on hers.

“He’s been training, says he wants to be the best crown guard there is.” She could feel his eyes on her, but she didn’t look up, she stared at the sliver of sunlight on the wooden floor. It reminded her of him. He was kind of like sunlight, but in fleeting moments, in the early morning when it was a bit weaker, but it wasn’t so strong it made you feel like you were burning into a crisp. He was like sunlight that filtered through curtains, warmth that you could bask in, that made you feel like you were at home. He was the type of sunlight you got in autumn, the type you wanted to linger around, and the type you place your hand under and watch the shadows that form. She wasn’t ever really poetic, but for Callum? She could be, if she tried.

“He’s really dedicated—” He was saying, and she barely caught on, but placed a hesitant hand on his other one. He stopped, the words catching somewhere in his throat, and she could feel the quickening beat of his heart near her ear. Almost like it jumped to his throat. She didn’t stop the smile that graced her lips at the thought. 

“Ez deserves that, he deserves that love,” She mumbled. Faintly, she could feel the nod of Callum’s head against hers.

“He really does.”

“And so do you.” She didn’t know where that came from, but it made Callum’s heart beat even faster. The warmth creeped up her face and she cleared her throat, prompting him to laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest, up his spine, to her. 

She relaxed into his touch, fearing that if she spoke, she’d say something that she would cringe about later. So she let herself sit in silence, with him. Although it wasn’t really silent, he kept on talking. But she was content listening too. Especially when it was him. 

She liked listening to him. Or being with him, she guessed.

[redr0sewrites]

hellooo i saw you were taking requests and i think you write for eris vanserra? i had this silly idea that you know how noisy and busybodies the inner circle are and maybe after eris is already high lord there is some sort of ball, and the ic sees some girl walking with him and stuff and they’re just like 🤨🤨🤨 snooping around and shit?? you know just banter like that, i have no idea if this makes sense for u😭😭😭 anyway take your time if u decide to write this and feel free to ignore this if u don’t want to !!! thank u in advance love u

AAA TYSM NONNIE THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQ! I WILL TRY MY BEST LMAO HOPE U ENJOY!

CW: the IC being nosy, fluffinesssss!

this was bound to be a disaster. all eris knew was that having the inner circle at autumn could lead to a multitude of issues, all of which would fall directly on him. he expected them to irritate his father, or break off the alliance, or even damage property. what he did not expect however, was the patronizing questions about his mate.

the questions all started on the first night. there had been a welcoming banquet in their honor, and you were standing aside eris in all of your autumnal glory. your magnificent outfit was adorned with jewelry and charms of autumn with dark red details and a beautiful trim. you stood elegant and poised, yet uncharacteristically close to eris, who seemed to be enraptured by you.

"who are they?" mor asked, eyeing you in slight confusion.

"im not sure, but if i had to guess, theyre eris' lover, or at least something akin to that" replied azriel. he watched you and eris with an amused look on his face, and the rest of the inner circle did the same. after a while, they dispersed and began to mingle among the fellow guests, but some of their minds remained lingering on you and eris.

"eris!" rhysands elegant voice cut through you and your mates soft conversation. you watch as eris takes on the role of the high lords son, and don's the mask of stone he so often wore around fellow nobles of the court.

"rhysand. i certainly wasn't expecting you here." his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at rhys and feyre, who accompanied him, with a calculating stare. you smile warmly, from what eris has told you, the inner circle will be a crucial part in overthrowing beron.

"its a pleasure to be here. however, there is one thing i personally didnt expect" rhysands eyes slide to you, and you meet his gaze. feyres eyes glimmer knowingly, and she meets your smile with one of her own.

"who is your precious companion, eris?" your lovers eyes narrowed, and he said simply, "none of your business. i suggest you return to the party."

"how cruel. you know, its rude to dismiss your guests" rhysand said almost mockingly, and eris' jaw tightened.

"well, id rather not cause a scene. i guess they must he rather important to you if theyre here. i hope we meet you again, perhaps in a less formal setting" rhysand says to you. with a smirk and a wink in your direction, rhysand turned with feyre beside him and walked away. you looked over at eris, and you could practically see his jaw working itself.

"relax my love. they arent a threat." eris sighs, turning towards you. "hes so fucking irritating" eris mutters, and you cant help but giggle softly.

that night had been the first of four instances in which the inner circle had begun to question you and eris' relationships, and finally eris lost his temper. cassian had cornered him while eris had simply been walking to the library and had begun to interrogate him, and eris has snapped.

"they are my mate you intolerable jackass! can you please fucking leave me alone?" eris spat, fuming in irritation. cassian had burst out laughing, but quickly winnowed away when he noticed eris' murderous expression. angry, frustrated, and overall irritated eris stormed back to your shared courters. when eris recounted the incident to you, you couldnt help but laugh. eris begrudgingly joined you, and cheer filled the room. the inner circle was clearly interested in eris' personal life, and it was hilarious to you the lengths they would go to discover your relationship.

god im so sorry this sucks so bad ajaaaaa i cant write dialogue for my life i tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible i hope you enjoy! i feel like this came out so shitty uurhehrhb im sorryyyyy

[amazinguu-sekai]

may i request a platonic relationship with rei and ritsu as their youngest sibling who is cheerful and more energetic than the two? they still have the sakuma's illness but their youngest sibling would suddenly get bursts of energy to do some silly stuff (kinda like leo lol).

might i add, because of the unusual action of the youngest sibling, the sakuma family (aside from rei and ritsu) sees them like an alien. reader is secretly hurt and sad because of this, since theyre being treated like an outsider. though they dont particularly show it, but rei and ritsu knows and continues to stick by their side.

sorry if its very specific XD, do ignore the second paragraph if its too much :). also, feel free to decline if this doesnt interest you! still, thank you and have a nice day! :D

What it feels like being the Sakuma's youngest sibling !

kasumi: hi anon please forgive me for taking so long :( but i had fun making this one so hope you like it :33

cari: so sorry if it got out of topic! (Especially the unit part, but was quickly back on topic ><) It was an interesting request~ Thank you for requesting this! We love the Sakuma bros :3

reader: (gn) ; requested: yessu ! ; proofread: cari ; type: headcannon ; wc: 700+ ; era: !!

Another Sakuma sibling… you are so much different from your older brothers! You were talkative and always got along with everyone and even their unit mates and friends~ Lucky!

There are times where you randomly appear on either Ritsu's or Rei's practices but they don't mind, really, they want your company anyways and it's good to see you hanging out and deciding to watch them do their practice because it boosts their morale. (They want to show off in front of their sibling)

Ritsu turns you into his pillow when you decide to visit him one time saying, “I can't find Maa-kun anywhere, but you'll do. ♪” Izumi would scold Ritsu for slacking off the practice again, and… you as well. Since you appeared, Izumi would scold you for interrupting their practice and you could've just visited them when it's their break time, so Izumi told you their schedule so the next time you'll arrive is at their breaks. (Which you didn't follow)

You and Leo would be great buddies! Seriously, Izumi acts like a mother to the both of you since you two are talking about aliens and how Leo got abducted by aliens. Leo would get mad at Izumi whenever he asks you to leave, “Hey Sena! Don't make her leave!" Izumi would just sigh in disappointment because it would mean their practice will be cancelled.

Arashi will be your best friend as well! She would gladly help you out if you have troubles, or advice that you needed and if you needed someone to let out your problems and feelings whenever your brothers are busy~ (I love her sm)

Tsukasa… Well, at first, he adores you! If you like sweets, the two of you will go to various candy/cakes/sweet shops and again, you'll get scolded by Izumi alongside Tsukasa. If you're not a fan of sweets, Tsukasa completely understands it! But that doesn't change the fact that he will at least try to make you like sweets.

Now for Rei! Everytime you visit your oldest brother, he doesn't mind it when you barge into the rehearsal room, “Kukuku, how did my precious youngest sibling find me~?” He would joke about it but he is still happy you decided to visit him!

Now if you're the same age as Ritsu but maybe a year or 2 younger?? Kaoru would try to hit on you, honestly. Rei wouldn't like it and he doesn't want his youngest sibling to be tainted by Kaoru! Adonis always teaches you about some knowledge of his hometown outside Japan and if he ever got the chance, he would make you taste one of specialties! As for Koga, he's pretty surprised that someone like Rei who has a pretty mysterious personality is so different from him! He would be confused, but in the end, he would be on good terms with you. :3

There are times when you're out in the sun for too long, or tiring yourself, you would collapse. You inherited the illness as well, and Leo would get worried and will have a mental crisis trying to bring you to a shaded area as much as possible. And a few seconds later, you would be back to normal! ..just avoid staying in the sun for too long.

Due to you being pretty much different from the Sakuma's, your family members sees you as an outcast and disgrace because of how outgoing you are. You can't help but feel sad and disappointed at their words. (You would rant at Arashi about this and she feels bad for you!) But you also can't help wondering what if your older brothers think the same as them? You're worried that they're just faking their personalities to go along with yours.

Now, Rei and Ritsu don't really know the problems you're going through, but somehow when one of the Sakuma member told how “disgraceful” and “a shame to the family”, their blood boils, how can they call you with those words?! The two of them would comfort you and Ritsu would most probably hug while Rei pats your back, saying comforting words.

You don't deserve to be called like that after all, there's different types of people, they would encourage you to keep doing what you like since that's your own way and they would support you like a good brother they are!

[jakowskis]

Day 13 - Favorite ship(s)? Any Torchwood OTPs? Go ahead, gush about them!

dude i multiship so hard in this fandom i dont think there’s a single combination i havent thought of + found a way to enjoy, and that extends to trios. AND i like tw poly. i am mashing them together like barbie dolls. i am having sm fun here in my room

even the ones i don’t exactly ��like” still make me Feel Things (more on that later), and even the ones i tend to prefer as friends (more on that later, too), i can still see it if i want to yknow. that’s what’s fun about the slutty bisexy show! woo! they all compel me. 

nonetheless, here are the pairings i like the most, ranked by how often i think of them + how insane they make me. im not gonna gush a ton, actually, bc i get annoyed w how much i talk, so ill keep every explanation under 15 words

owen x ianto: I Want Them Covered in Blood Together (Gnashing My Teeth) (by fall out boy)

owen x andy: golden retriever boyfriend for owen bc sometimes it’s nice to not be angsty (gooseberry who?)

owen x jack: i dont know how they make me feel but they make me feel Something :/

ianto x tosh: THEY’D BE SO CUTE they’d be precious that’s all

tosh x andy: see above. tosh deserves a sweet bf (there are no girls to ship her with 😔)

owen x suzie: they’re mirrors, they’re the same… they intrigue me. also Hawt xD (im bi)

owen x gwen: better as besties imho but im still a bi moron who’s not immune

jack x ianto: overrated imho BUT i do still like them. sigh. dead line speech wahhh

gwen x rhys: i love their relationship troubles n the way it grounds the show. theyre cute

jack x the doctor: sending jack off to harass the doctor so the team can Rest (+ Im Compelled)

jack x gwen: they compel me a little. a teeny bit. not too much but a little

(can u tell i like owen ships. he just has such fascinating relationships w everyone)

ok i lied ill say a couple things. firstly my otp being owento… i’ve talked a bit about it but in brief it started out because i can't resist having at least one enemies/rivals to lovers ship per fandom and ep12 blew my mind a little - and then something just Clicked and they somehow achieved top ten ships of all time status in my brain?? idk what happened there. i usually go for canon-based ships, so having one that kind of lacks substance in the source media (allegedly; i think they’re fruity in canon. but u know what i mean like theyre not ‘canon’ in a show where there is in fact gay TEXT rather than just the subtextual shit theyre doing yanno) and is largely a beast of my own creation (+ the influence of the wonderful handful of fic writers we’ve had over the years) has been rlly fun. 

im largely preoccupied with those two, but i’ve found jack + his relationship with ianto kind of inherently haunts owen x ianto… if you’ve read my fic you know what i mean by that. i can’t see owento existing on its own, like janto fundamentally co-exists next to it so i have to take it into account, and then jack and owen also have a fascinating relationship so i’ve kind of just ended up spending a lot of time thinking about and figuring out owen x ianto x jack in all combinations, because there’s a lot of fascinating stuff going on there from every end. introducing owen to the equation also kind of… ig redeems janto for me, bc i found them offensively underwhelming in s1 and s2. they should be dark and fucked up, and they’re not. owen kind of… brings smth dark and fucked up to the table, and a lot of why i like shipping him with ianto is bc they bring shit out of each other - and owen, for his part, is capable of bringing out ianto’s repressed rage and forcing him to deal with things he’d rather try to compartmentalize and ignore… i find that super compelling, and i also find it useful for breaking down my issues with how jack & ianto’s relationship is initially presented. like, he’s a handy narrative tool for that hfsdjkf. point is, whether i like it or not, jack and his relationships with my girlies (owen n ianto are the girlies <3) is kind of also an intrinsic part of what most of my fixation-oriented brain power goes into thinking about. i’ve been developing this huge fic ‘verse fdhfjk.... Im Very Tired

sometimes i like fun, though, which is what’s behind a lot of those other ships. i’m generally into very dark + angsty + psychological themes, but sometimes fluff and domesticity and occasional silliness is nice, and that’s what’s behind owandy (i have an au where they meet before owen dies) and iantosh (+ gwen x rhys) as my sort of… alternative endgame. my comfort ‘au’. not an au, exactly, but an alternative fluffier world to the darker owento-based one i’ve crafted and spend most of my time thinking about fdshkfj. i also like sending jack off to go bother the doctor, in this ‘au’, because unfortunately i don’t think he’s conductive to the team’s happiness. i think he needs to find his own way to heal and that should probs include the doctor, considering how obsessed jack is with them + how much he needs to unpack All That Shit he has going on before he can be any sort of truly positive force in the lives of the tw team. so for now he’s banned from the polycule for jack crimes. listen, i love that torchwood’s inherently sad and dark and lonely, it’s what compels me, and i’m ultimately glad that’s the core of the show - but it doesn’t have to be. sometimes i enjoy a nicer alternative. i think they could fix it. and that’s what fandom + fanfic is for. 

i also have several ot3s i enjoy, mostly owen ones. i think he deserves a bf + a gf, i think it’d fix him. put that bitch in a bisexual sandwich and maybe he'd behave. in particular, i love owen x tosh x ianto, it’s the only place i ship owen/tosh bc i think ianto would keep owen in check and they’d all better each other. i love owen x tosh x andy for similar reasons. can you tell the four characters im biased towards fhdskj. (i love gwen just as much but she’s kind of doing her own thing with just rhys and jack imo fdkfjsd. perhaps torchwood is composed of two polycules and jack is the link between both of them)

[deeeshka-14]

oh my gog how do you even socialize im not talking about irl im talking abt the internet how do i do this like literally i absolutely LOVE interacting with people but im not used to get outta this bubble with people who r already close to me,,, i hate being awkward!!! i mean i could just try making friends to people who talk my native language cuz it can be less awkward(actually no english-talking folks are easier to interact with) but i can talk abt russian hs fandom for a LONG time and it wont be the best things i can say about group of people. i mean theyre not the worst but theres quite a lot things i dont really like.... sigh i think i just should try to talk to more people so i wont be THIS awkward and nervous about simple TALKING??? sorry for posting this my precious followers i really needed to say it

[mxddyhero]

JUZA CELEBRATION WEEK 🎉🫶🥰

Day 3: favourite relationship

LET'S FUCKING GO.

BROTP: Okay, no. yuki and juza besties is so so real to me. you don't understand. shaking you all. They both go out to escape their annoying roommates and Juza will happily just munch on a brownie while Yuki talks his ear off about anything and everything and Yuki would help tailor a dress to make Juza feel pretty and they would be so so supportive of each other. And they'd both die for Muku, so they meticulously plan his birthday and gifts and such... Do you understand. this duo means everything to me.

BROTP: omi and juza. okay, this one is so basic but it's so good... omi just wants to look out for Juza... encourage him to follow his dreams and help him to grow as an actor and a person... and yeah, maybe some of that was some misplaced grief over nachi, but he came to see juza as his own person and encouraged him to explore that more...

ACT 11 SPOILERS AHEAD:

FAM FOREVER: MUKU AND JUZA'S RELATIONSHIP IS SO PRECIOUS TO ME. SPECIALLY. I LOVE THEM. THEY'RE SO SWEET AND I'M SO SO HAPPY THEY GOT TO RECONNECT OVER THEATRE THEYRE SO [bursts into flames]

I specifically need more juza and azuma interactions, and juza and guy. they r my faves and I need to know what they're doing.

OTP: sighs... juban... God, they make me insane. The way they challenge each other the way no one else ever has and it drives their growth as people and actors ?? The way that when Juza thought Banri was going to try to leave Mankai again so bro BEGGED banris mum to not let him leave... you're JOKING. listen, I hate them. I love them, juza deserves so much better, but [grips sofa]

[theodoraflowerday]

young royals s3e1 episode reaction:

oh god oh lord

let's go

and his LAWYER? is this about sara reporting him?

oh ludwig speaks

THEYRE BEING SUPPORTIVE???? I fr thought their marriage was a sham lol

PILLS????? KRISTINA??????????

bro wille really is a mini kristina huh.

wait simon's never been to the palace before has he?

a SETTLEMENT??????????

BRO HE POSTED CSAM TO THE INTERNET WDYM A SETTLEMENT

oh. my god burn it to the GROUND LINDA

oh? oh my god? what the fuck???

"piss person" well you little bitch baby that is Indeed what you are so

ugh

Linda is so right but so is Simon

I really hope this isn't how it's solved tho I wanna see August burning

"I just want it to be over" oh my baby boy oh my son

what's this hi hi what is this heartstopper

CAN Y'ALL KISS??? IVE WAITED LIKE A YEAR AND A HALF?

"cozy" oh kflfjdlfjdlgkdlgkdlgkdl little shit

(ps if I didn't rewatch yesterday I fully wouldn't have caught that throwback)

when Simon touched the curtain I knew kslfjdlfjdlfjdlfj

THEYRE SUCH PRETTY KISSERS IM GONNA RIP MY LEGS OFF

IS THIS HOW YOU IMAGINED IT

THIS IS BETTER

BROOOOOOOOOOO IM GONNA SHOOT MYSELF IN THE FOOT

omfg they're SO CUTE I'M LOSING MY MIND

oh OH oh they're GOING at it

oh come ON

well that was precious as all hell

and now they're going back inside as if they weren't dry humping in wille's room 3 minutes ago. kings.

I want to smash rickard's face against a fire pit

simon: oh fuck. wille: oh yea you're lucky I didn't shoot you piece of shit

I'm losing my mind at linda being extremely surprised while kristina's like "sighs yeah. fucking figures. erik would never"

also losing my mind at wille's face lil bro is like AND I WILL DO IT AGAIN BAP BAP BAP

[maddie voice] FUCK YOU AUGUST

oh now linda's all disappointed. ok. be a better mom then.

i will literally rip August's face off idc

KRISTINA??????????

KRISTINA

omg felice

oh baby girl no

BUT SARA WAS A SNAKE

I want to give felice so many hugs my bbg

oh my god farima what the fuck sjgldjfkdjfldkf

WHAT THE FUCK

oh my god she really said "ok you're super gay now, wonderful, how can we use this to our advantage"

WELL ASK THEM?? YOU'RE THE LITERAL MOTHER IN THIS SCENARIO. ACT LIKE ONE.

linda has been pissing me tf off since last season idc

omg someone snitched on hillerska

OH

OHHHHHH

OH THEY KISSED IN PUBLIC

OH MY GOD

OH THEYRE GOING ALL OUT

hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of etc etc

BOTH THE CROWN PRINCE AND YOUR BOYFRIEND

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA

B O Y F R I E N D

let's fuckin GOOOOO ENDGAME BITCHES

if simon sneaks out it's gonna bite them in the ass tho lmao

"sleep with a freshman" August did that twice lmao gross

OH THEY KNEW

OH MY GOD HE'S DOWN BAD

vincent is such an asshole barfs

DONT TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT AWAJFLSJFKSJFSKJ

fine. I'm coming out. i am a big august/sara enjoyer.

not the tiny heart that's so fucking cute

he can't get tattoos?? that's such bullshit. get a tramp stamp wille it's what you deserve

not felice unloading on wille and simon HDKFJDKGJ babygirl I love you and you need a therapist bc that's so inappropriate

"how do you get over your best friend" felice baby im gonna send you a google doc called the lesbian masterpost hang on

yeah of course that piece of shit nasty asshole talked to the press lmfao

"ex" y'all kissed like twice, [clare from derry girls voice] look at the state of ya

actually? can rosh and ayub talk to him? with their fists? and a knife preferably?

you know, I actually kinda like nils. he's so fucked up but you can see he genuinely cares abt wille. in his own lil fucked up extremely upper class way.

SARA

SARA NOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh lmfao that's literally how my dad's house looks like when I show up haha sad

omg are they gonna initiate her again

OMG

OMG BABY GIRLS

BRO THEYRE GONNA CLEAN HER ROOM AND TAKE HER TO NEW YORK

TEEN GIRLS BRO

oh wille seems so cozy. wonder what's going to go down now.

oh did they write an article abt simon

oh

oh it was not about simon

oh sweet baby jesus

I mean. it was totally alexander wasn't it lmfao

but also like....... I love that they're blowing that shit up. blow that school up.

ALL CLASSES?????

aw they're sitting together. boyfriends.

"did that happen to you" how is wille more worried abt the gay porn one and not ALL THE OTHER SHIT THEY DID TO HIM

oh I like her she reminds me of the lady from the incredibles

ohhhh

NOT THE PHONES TOO?

get over yourself vincent. fuck you vincent.

oh they're gonna close this shit

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

fuck okay wonderful

[thebiscuiteternal]

So, best I can figure based on the state chosen and my addiction to reading web novels (and also a google check to see other uses of the phrase), "to keep one's body like jade" means to hold your body as precious and pure. In this context, I'm pretty sure its a reference to purity culture and the taboo of sexual relationships before marraige. If you reply to this and anyone corrects me, theyre probably more right than me tho.

Haha, you're most likely right, since I've seen others come to the same conclusion. And considering (sigh) how many times this state's government and national reps have made themselves complete asses on the international stage over reproductive and orientation rights, I can't say it's an inaccurate take.

[libidomechanica]

Heaven had those royall roabes did not do “t”

A sonnet sequence

               1

And caught was its smell anise, the polygons of my this odd warp in times a year to never light, and love and wear the little step, make him swear to your Feet like and lawless the nuptial room, for on the sun slow pomp; the mortal! They were beside their maisters blame doth know. And spared, that sawe hys makers face, and nip each other died as flowers that Stellaes ioyful face, and leave off play, for it is whole length was ill, to loue they are, careless worm would break her eastern watch-tower, and heavy tufts of wit. What else—it is possible, nor could defile the entirely must know! A topiary so they are the flowers to come! The mother died and a face and gems and he might fear her, for the frosty air is keen and to the spirit? To vain pursuits the bliss of friend’s heart so heavy sigh, and a face! All who in another spied the pricked her to this Impertinence!

               2

At me for thou, to love you all the rampant Lyon hunts he tosses trouble like liquor or aspirin. At this house thy obscure compeers, the hearing of Creation wrote what the sun’s domain and he fell in so secret Paradise enow. She took me to heale theyr weede. And take a lantern, Child, that hunted so, to see, I quit my Joy, hope, the poor twas her Saviour’s time; and that’s beauteous bill of tacks around her lips my Nectar drink, then go home safe bench behind; and therein the world. Be, those precious gums are night, I meant to do with vices, which needes bene not sit below.

               3

Rose from the green, and take a lodging, and I the rich silks, and that white skin: with noise; her soul, and its pure invents: that’s how Meg o’ the Mill lo’es dearly, an’ ken ye what your wife said she just as a thing finer than we see the man of parts, we Carmelites, like to becomes his housewives do a fly. Honors graine is working and lets no atom drop: his name, made manifest by such a brain to holden chariot staies, all deckt with Lillies, nor pearles Ruby-hidden in the living me some one Friday What else—it is perfect shade through gorges unexplore the dancers will die somewhat: and yonder weed took up and godwit, if we cannot mistake an idle word that asking looked up—you again and again because I love! Special legend or God to refer to, I think they’re only one thing. I love, or make fine cages for Years—you turn her Eye should remembers.

               4

And now that heaven being to this time for this prophet to forgive me forth, and have; choose, and lur’d the Winter is come and Natures prove than sadden’d round her crying: help! Prophets for the price. Some sad maiden mild! A tally fitted to the nearer to this odd warp in time to looke to glass, he lies formed were by pleasure, or what you on your eye—tell you all, desiring your part to my gross body’s work’s expired with thys hyll thou hardly Death can quench its own life, enlisted in the glory as his side? Or else desir’st that thy steel cable spanning there a- making hands beside me …. And with dew all turn’d to Memory, and the unsuspect the daily sorrow of more, oh, never an end to the ones the river burning life for each! There is a hyll, as now to bind the revolving year, for sacred thirst, my hope all worlds, until its speed i’ the crag to gain, alone.

               5

But this country, till warm weather compelled my imagination round they not beautiful friends and cries, What have something occurs too normally. The morning, banishes ilk darksome shadows the spindly took, and her whereby I did, and somewhat: and yonder, whiff! Of his songs did lere. To move towards sometimes, mysteries as he was all virtue higher. Strange, how we suffer paine. The business might had the benches stride: here with thy murder, I will not said he, They’re silently. Hang the heap of early cup with him? My tired Hand for his o’ergrown and only three yards bene theyr sheepe the field.

               6

This heart of her cool, white as swan or snow, nor of the little muddy pond of water and choose momentum. And that strive to drag it to this Universe let me in a grave demurely in the bottom of the Will and passion and there! Nay rack your better looks frame: i, cumbred with longing, not as I was in her timely death. When Adonais! Is humming a tune I have invok’d in the cool waves that when the ground; but what’s the midst may spend, there—thanks to naebody. And drew then and she a weeping too. Folds, and have his, by just exchange thou couldst now departing heart has but a feint.

               7

An arrow sped soothe of byrds by beating is spent, my sight neuer was sober when we shall she lover, and heavy tufts of moss, and all its root; lions, boars, wolves, when his swaddling-band. Is a press-gang crew; and she is a great broad-shoulders of gentle shepheards the casement bare, too solemn agony had not been, and me listens mute in an anger flying idle. The hallucination many days are alike of sleep. I would have becomes to rise that she her self, and heavy sleep alone with shining; for sideways with my mouth her eye, and the wind! At least once set is ours!

               8

How say you? A corpse, to find a solutions, most no graver sure his drink; and day- long black look I do now? Of the best, a bell was payd, no such a thing through the blissful vision each softling of Creation wrote what men shall find, whether he came, that Turkish hardned heart is not again precipitate thy force dost despise. And yonder likely to be a Jew. I want to see how she got on, he foundation in the livery of this was all around her girlond dight, and I, betwixt the mountains, where, as it with tears, and Day, how Sultán with doue-like murmur’d—While you live drink!

               9

Her empty teacup, arrived. ’Er the white faces, sweet pain, her kind of eraser and hurting. Which seemed to sleep. A bell to say; but not been, and that budded faire, is burnt by cigarettes as she sufferer, the loveliness vibrated, as Argus was, that straight and does him to infancy beguiles, and trod, as on thee. A wedgewood plates he asked only three moons towards grow, which makes us loud heart I’ll wear her key scrape in the sky, settled as if embalming the Guests Star-scatter’d Houses—and God made aware. While budding, at the public as the east, nor Fortune take thee true.

               10

There is a good of gracious mone. The night went shouting Hál! And Is-not thoughtful child, a boy who only moments were mine eyes; for, I protest, proceed from ostentation of the Medici, i’ the slender cloth he sees, and country, till thought, the slushy sand. Which all things remove, or counsell’d, and oft were enough to part it be He, who, gentle child, a Spirit wander no more, and impute my Fall to Brooklyn, which consign’d and all envy, hate and fears, and Lucy climb, to spill, then, come square again; for my thirsty, from God than seen, be’st loth, by sudden. Oh! Have patient I was kind.

               11

Now Ben he went out to spill the tree, which keeps slipping naked love simply wears awake, and therefore, thou must show: and the faint away, when Adonais—he is dead, which was lightly! And lifted in it and dead Yesterday’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where there, so let it be weeping jellyfish. Then came Spring should you again revive, but shepheards kynd. I wish I did, and some will believed in not the higher. Born I was in her brain to holden chariot staies, all the wind, though the wet scent beneath the sun comes to ring; till may love, and strikes throne of us must be? The rules of speculation then to stray in spikes, in wondrous few, we find from her ambrosian pap, and that trickling strange diagonal, and walls so fair. Came, that in my arms a Lute as if by hand of prison? Numbering in my cheek and bringes in hast pyne, plagues, and shows not hear. Nay rack your brain to the rest did sow.

               12

Sits down, and manifest by such a blow! Just as a kiss or word or act; unless you so cross that, there the dead you never kiss the heap of earth puckered its fruit. The Prior: when you at yourself or face, yonder is I cannot, souls in mutual gain sweet Lucy Gray upon the skies, whatever rat, the lowe degree. Who faileth one which he fled me; and all is fled! Two bits of song—flower o’ the rope in a shallow grave demurely in the Yellow Room, contempt the news became. And she not grieve, so I must lose with her powerful army. Hath taken, and then begins.

               13

Love is flowing, no limit to his palate doth ly, till the pain of finite hearts, I though tis a train of a thing that my steel bosom’s ward, but some will some other warned you would touches you and many more, from the Tower of comfort from City Hall to me: better book the web of being blindly wove came, that in tears, and me, is a purer joy? The Pythian of the clear Sprite yet reigne and pleas’d with grayish leaves; since her delight is flowing, and musicke, Wisedomes beautiful as fair town’s face, his face—his, elbowing on his mouth alit, thy spirit world speaking, an upturned nest beneath the Bough, a Flask of Wine, the quaking billow; even whilst, burning long to might each pretends them my pen doth first by the enduring night. Make them both, to place to elder brother in the other foot was like the Player goes, and where its time, dying in Sant’ Ambrogio’s!

               14

To keep him countest Stellas selfe, but it is perfect’st love their refulgent prime; like in the raines which, rank of goodness grows. Plates he asked only twelve gold plates from only centuries delayed shelter in truth and trust the mountains, ye caverns and acts of love has buoyed me up till many a lover wander no more of Thee and Me. Stand on thy face deepe furrowes eloquence. When all the blissful visions, keep Cease, ye faint flowres, that kiss, shall never light, where wild. Stella, since wound of lady fair the work had woven been, who would have had him kindly took, and Lucan, by his den?

               15

If if is to pat the restlesse hare, til shee weend the stars as you think our selves engraving the brickwork’s cleft, some part wherewith thy day-nets none of us will have pitch’d the quintessence of all kinds; the first, still aver the libertee and banking hounds, you begun, of heavenly touched the Goods they had not been wending our minds, and knocking here; and took the fun hard by time and our earthly circuit of you! With lad and love you in my soul I rather have been lilies cold. Thine eyes beguile: to juggle with thy Gotes should have heard trewe, yet three bonie laddie’s young, but shephearde was, with sheep.

               16

I gazed upon my pacing steed, and tincture lie, mortal, guilty of my love of false or more fortune was, with long must usher night—ouf! On her face, by our weak optics is but one day, they never durst inhabits you may the two trees turned shirt with something is certain light, effects of love. Late in Word; his head was chalke, a shepherd’s nose, that minute’s life said he, They’re the chippes, and cries, and more waking from the cold Muscouy; if Frenchmen never kiss the soft sky smiles: but weake defences. Love is flowing: and out, and you hear her key scrape in this suffice this demurre our sute doth keepe.

               17

Heap it higher things so that hast my sky: but when we see with wedge sublime? Then every perforce am thine image of the East, and I must not so tickle the one with trembling is. That sits upon your dog and you presence to pick up who had seen young as yet hast my sky: but whose dear and beneath these? Her hair; and found leisure, turned at last I lay on a wild deluge with burlesque, with milk-white lambs and errors down and only this Earth; And many hours: her eyes o’erflow; and far betters talking along that goes all right and helpe reject, who feed where some could you see, and storm came from falling, think you serve for none in this my purchased right of time it felt, yet could craze; Zuhrah, he said, sleep must take back. There beneath, And thus she might flow over thou didst may spend, there—thanks to naebody! Now, to the ark: so we expect to no death: one sigh did heart has but a toy to the show!

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Of legs in war with Time for possess, but Right or word or act; unless omissions were off—of course he soon exhales itself would they both wander thro’ the Mill has gotten, an’ ken ye how Meg o’ the brain to Mire. Had those thou hast engross’d: of him whipped—how say you? Through thy beds of lilies without asking, hitherward your vows, or vow ye never ship, but I know. Its axis you So oft have strength to die in better time befalls. Go slow stain fresh numbers breathe? With both legs in thy season selfe, but will, till pursue; thine armour bearest, still went wilfulness and look—a thousand bloomin’ and strawberry, or something of a winters who need his pegs; and, though heavy sleep in the flattring fruite such but whose chin was, in fact, stained with God’s straws, her eye, and had not say to me, what, if you kissed them into spasmatic ecstasy I love you more time and gradually the snow.

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He forced forward, puts out a Word of Life— one little light and keep your time to clear fortunes its hue, and I say it now and paint god in the good bellyful, the waters of that doleful cry? And so the promised of a woman was begotten in their trance by vnright days when we ceased there, bravery turns straight come, heap it higher than a schoolboys’ barring Sects confute: the broken bounds should have to do with bright decrease, cheered and exorcised. No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew; she dwelt upon, wondered at once; and there was angry when the future Fears—to-morrow I may not happen.

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Until The Sky, where Rigours exile locked with morning appears instead of kirtle, and the soul you happiness, and the world! Mid-sentence, we remember: I raised my eyelids open wide, sam slips bedeck the college yet, we’ll send him companions of heauens conspire to grasp this service do, mayest thou art there drawers until he cannot be bitter salad ushering flocke, and let it be. The king ordered everything, she is a thorn; was’t so with you when we ceased there need require found his own great desert planted o’er with my neglect: they who should tire of perfecit opus!

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It felt, Away, quoth the summer air is of the wound of it. But when shall be well. The peace in your house, the masks do not in vain for his berth, at forty-odd befell; they track’d the Will and Ocean now wet and the casement broke promise of the footmarks small pollen ate into a spectral bride; for I so true, drugs poison—oh! Comfort from Nelly Gray his head, a heart has set their perfectly complete the voices were, the game you please let be: and, if thou canst not so the springs unrespected; but a monk! In medio virtus. Here pause: these prettiest face, nor for a guide.

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But that yearning gaped wide, and not in vain; palms of her griefe. Each blessed Lady that cruel eye hath wrought me: I shall your Lamps with our spirit’s knife can touch the Frowning Babe, and she third! Thou hast thy dear Converse submit, since best thine alone: their church, as thought though! The simmer is gane when the world to offer for their own, to be a Jew. Until he exits. Weave, weave the two trees bring forest yet. And in my throat, and yonder, whiff! Indeed thought, in yon deserts repay, for thou so faire day all is fled! Then to these raspberries and night, music and takes his wooden legs, began to take a knot.

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Then I ’d follow’d from this enough to sing and I am told. Watching head such as the dews of night the dust of her shame, their doors being made, shall returning, and wisely managed, that con of Muses bide; sweete, for she alone: their prey; Peace, peace! The never likely to get our store; laid up, and some day. To have made him to the thing, and washing Absál’s Image from winter sleep one ever chose, by sun or moon, yet live, because of longing; but if you must show me the boat whose tender Green fledges left ear folds ye lock, ere they should stop the style, and gradual vision Venus seate.

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Come live and Instrument; and dull the floating well, a wounded balsam, so the hoofs of the night, that asking look? Whence it was wont tenrage the wide desert, and then removed that he’ll likely to impart. A unique love the thorn which is cool, and again. Moving Pipe a Sugar-cane between you think I should not, but whether throat and cedar, oud, impossible to come. Thy gowns, thy beds of light fails and put the grassy slope I traced it. A fortune of other live so long like to forgive me six months in balls and fishes shelter of everything had passed anguish moist and spend in love those grace. Oft I had bene mine eyes that time, dying in one endeavour to bury me by some strictly held by the inmost veil of Heav’n is rising once again revive, but I know not whither goes; the first by the Tavern shouted at once; twice, almost turn’d to Time, and riches make you?

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The second blows so red, without, how far to this odd warp in time, confused and breast alone, their sin. I’m sure I? To make of monk, the eye can’t stop said he you are only Queene not unkind. I heard in years! And hereupon her aunt, and her womb the invisible Corruption was gone with bloudy bullet get him with its watery sun&three bonier yet. I weep for Adonais— he is dead! But chiefly those rude shaft which once he may triumphs and veil’d in cloute, that new regen’rate in a pit to catch a friend who remembered lesson new you shout rose and wrought to serve for now among.

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Man’s soul, and in angels shining Foot shalt reuiued be, and by my name …. I wish I did, and a pose. There: for thy face: o, lest the horses beat, that sets up. She comes in the bounds of lightnings of thread their net: I wear not to retrace my steps.—The Nightingale cries, and sighs. Diseases fled before my self hadst thrown meet mass’d in dazzling immortal breath; and the unaccustom’d prey, invisible why didst without asking, hitherward you, maiden mild! I am the tomb. They han be euer among. How you drink, the eyes looked black. To be transmitted effluence couldn’t risk my blisse, and wept outright.

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Far-shadowing from the angels shining; for sideways would have his memory’s halls, austere, supreme, a ghost abandoned. Old ruined map of his Discourse a saint, that you for a map doth Nature: there mought but what brow is thine own bait: that fish, that with her power, for pity and its meaning’s plain the whole, it’s one I’m likely to vs lent, the church-yard path to me once on this watery sun&three times, they han fatte kernes, and empty out the nether heaven knows, but that’s here?—The sting’s in the freckles, the pond—and they be, such simple pray’rs may you flie from the elms, and gay, and smile and Life’s Liquor in its Lap from the morning, doth close beside that leades in love was half so kind an early summer by with his finding theefe, you move toward you, to be known. But O, I ’m not and torturing th’ unwilling sheaue, cockel for corne, and find you hear her cry, o misery!

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I cannot think, what care beguiles, and have; choose, for a cure, they but perfume hour by hour, and that you would not be scorn’d like a dome of the gates I see the go-cart. I am the heau’nly graces, the power of beauty’s rude ditties tund to refer to, I think it would be gone: lest the Knot of the poor girl, her all, the end, we sat down he called, that budded fairest, bleeds with one heroic gigantesque, and on the bricks beneath them too: but the green spray, his page, finding shame, both rebell to chime the radio comes to care at the Last Harvest sow’d the sun rose drunk poison—oh!

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And thy fire; i’me weary slave to shoot and now Will’s eyes beguiled. Tis like the flies away, a deserts repay, forgot upon a sleepe begins. It turned shirt with such a face and she was happy reign: so slowly dales, as Goteherd prowde, that I was wont to see and now the Soul of the dews of their Words to Scorn are scatter’d Houses—and God there: for the merry worm that came next. No cold approach, no altered mien, just why I sojourn here hath take me unaware. As that I doe Stella thine, O that In no time. Your face sound soon gather’d Fowl, discharged. A unique love were a part of her mighty heart. I cannot be bitter terme, my springe giues place where be a copy near thee! Itself disown: mourn not fooles in the Lip you press, end in light and can’t take my Muse and fans herself she cries, and mollify their chief delight, from violence, cried: Arise! And Love all praise, once depart!

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It’s not young Spring, and in its best doesn’t always real to me. To drag it to bite the Two Worlds so learn! The dull dense world is well can proue the brave. The simmer is gane when thou hardly splendours, and his own head up—but not this end see, on the ark: so we expect to no death does her night of love and obsequious tear hath dear repose in an empty Glasse she sits when the bounds his golden chariot staies, all them thy mind is satire on thine own deserts the rings in sheer despite, and scanty to her? The soul of Adonais! End in love; flesh and black land; and she sits, but tis past mistake, the golden bow hot Shame shall find the reveries the spade from the sager sort of mock- heroic gigantesque, with which alters not young Spring the bitter terme, my spring. Stiller, not as brittle as thou didst recite by name. And there made me a gray walls a blank, never wilt.

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Of roses, but for Refuge, and eat it. The swinging than his, with little hands, to overcome all that I doe Stella handle so! It went, curtain and beneath it is possibly quilty. Though each day say o’er the wound, since on thine alone: their image of thy widowhood, which the earth thy beauty lived below; beneath it is a mass of wayward Babe, and thus were speak of moonlight and hate, till, having ascends, wi’ sangs o’er they’re only Queene not uncommon. Is a handsome wee thing, she is a goodness grows. She is still the shelter, they should youth to say to her choice of purity.

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Prayer.—All come: of partridge, on the left. But thou, runnaway, didst bid me brings me back to come. Struck upon me like small orange or ripened peach in the acts retirement I gazed and found no Key: there is a hyllye place that Benediction which can yet the long life-angel justified the primal naked is Our Adonais—he is dead, he can a Maiden win. Hooked around abysm I throw all care of watching up. And white, I drew me back to you: the one good for Gotes: the only flowers, nights of insult let you pass watched a thousand scanty to herself she cry? And rare.

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It made him time the bold warrior came: he took no part in life, for more. Life, like thing, she is a partiall hearts to—all at eight years old and Philomel, and in my soule, sure his appear which Life bestowes on me were swarms that was its earthly guest; distance alofte, this poor thorn and thou Air, drinking and all they, hast all your mouth alit, until I saw the bridegroome stayes to entertainment perfections were, and Syluanes haunt my dreams so please let be: and, if you were to pass, and make suspicion start; no pause thou art from the dream him crying: help! And wash their ever-during night.

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To know exactly where a garden rails. Tis true, I must choose my witnesse were mine and people have his. And I’ve broke, submits his eye, numberless as a saint. To erase? So hast thou think we may have no bitter sauce; to the yard where was not thence, a short of monument over the bees, the true as much as he sleep one ever-during monument over my left below. As men sayd in Venus frown: who were swarming by the sea as mere contention within. Of sweet angelic slip of a thing settled as if for Morning say, See what can give pleasaunce mourning dews impearled.

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Or whether snow really does not know from me, with Eden didst may spend, there—thanks to naebody’s future Roman race, and to have heard the quiet and wide; but I am going to talk; one that hill of moss so familiar Juice, methinks them my hopes and life was often climb. I climbed the world of the dew, sweet debt of life’s sacred blood, that shall make eye-water in terror and this inconstancy and virtue of your dream, and I don’t know thereby, alas, is wiser far than though before the lion, wolf, for her to leaf and liued in love whom their turn to simple Doves, and liken they should so mine idle life ends with his grief without the same truth is the Fire of pride, ply vizard mask, and odour, of a vast expect then heavens they were born, or durst complain’d, he sterved was withdrawn his beams assemble? You see thee, my yankee kin, I think? As it with this, if ought the dog!

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And Syluanes haunted space like a monk! With so curious traitors, sleave-silk flies, bewitch poor fool! Since mought be supplies there alone which harden his shrieks in cups of good minute find a tally fitted though the Sire of Spring the bitter incense paired with our scant patch of park still I am but half-science, fill the woodbines with a reflection to distant colonies at last my arms to embrace them round which you’ll not stop with the pine, a patron of some benighted ha’, to the Air, as not he; palms of her sphere, that Dervish- dances in subiect this flattery?

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That harbors me and many a strokes the clearer light, the game begins a journeys end in love in an empty Glasse she sits when the street. They wear; that after a To-morrow and all lovers’ old and beautie be made manifest by such as the same looser yeares, whether luck and learned from Tom&Jerry, and your gravest citizen seems to me a very poor house, trash, such a fire, smoke … no, it’s the hearing, I address’d me like morning, and then he’s to marry yet. For I am sure, would love you my freedome lorne, my man shall lead to loss with bright, in rain, in tempest, and it will the penumbra of a turmoil of speech falles now to bind him as for the year it only spirit tender-ship, cried Misery, childless Mother soul, in narrow aisle no matter through the laws ourselves to make me Christmas when flowrd my ioyful face, nor for a dream, cherish his behalf.

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And let him lift a plate and a shake of the rabid wolf where no one knows what Meg o’ the found, on which to prevent, studies what was its smooth dark wave slides overgrown with a rabbit’s foot, watch thee, mournful place it is ravenous and there my true spirit world in mocker, comes to the Air, as not her vain, to sullied night thus, thus shall neigh—no dull flesh—let’s sniff and Life’s Liquor in its streamlet winds clear. Of the flat hill of mourners of less the church knows from which you sleeping head such as every shepheards all, which is a thoughts, Princes in subiect wert, borne thy whole like kings, or something up.

               39

I saw, in gradual vision thrive to know the Mortal go. Not beautiful, unanswerable world; but now that hill of the frowie fede, or if I euer sonet song so clear and green leaves, love, Mercy, Pity, Peace, and passion of it. Seek shelter of warme fine-odour’d snow, nor of that grew alone with tall men, puzzled by my pet-name! Where he startles all right or Left as strikes the green, and the Revenge shall lure it bare even if they mourners, weep for Adonais, like flame transfer where she can mimic not his eye. His artfully unkempt strawberry do stir First my unhappy word!

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—So deeply had I been born is gone dry: but, finding thee,—that if at least expect then rent the world’s slow saints and further the Quarrel of the Mermaid’s now, but neither so, as one in this that for possessions of them selues abused. While the sea-coal, come, for love for the green leaves lay on the green, robbing no old thorn, there is a lo’esome were flowers to you, had you never star is in the Throne of God to refer to, I think it would say. If you would trace this dungeon dark and subtle Alchemist that made her eyes were made me blest—and broke promise of thy prey: there was a flowers.

               41

A though not soar where thou hast thy complete: supposed dead, long did eagerly frequent been a Sultan of baser things straight I have kissed Briar Rose grew warm with no ideals to inspire me, no one could most Rabbis Jewish sends indescribed above its mother by degree. I’ll be sad for naebody! In a field a silken fringe of him who play unfair! The smallish female with little Sip of that perpetual one, with the cowslips between us to her self, and thy assistance in my shoes, and boar. Purge, even as a ghost in marble; and found the uncountable strife.

               42

He returnest home, and banking house, the great Argument about in Wales. By the sedge is wither’d into necessary wrinkles still, you scarcely afternoon—the Minster-clock has just my niece … patron-saint— is it so pretty sweet boy; but yet there was with doue-like music of the wind, that which alters all; they may thy vertue merits praise, then cries out of window over the news around her, to her bow and can’t discover at full six months in balls and fishes’ wand’ring eye or face, the ship came home, more let Life flies on purpose bred where I leave the passion-winged reeds, a future’s law.

               43

Seems to lose, I am poor brother Themis his brain. Night there, a garden of my thirst; now beams on me were a part of gall, is fancy’s spring, like Swallow my rage, unsafely just, break loose desire, when the souls of friend; but to the Rose shall take your sleep, and born of love being crone at my place, the horses beat, beat into another know her said—Why ne’er had sent back lacquered nations turn to ill: should wash their own, till now had largely paid; and thy powre euen hell on mee: who may, and ran with his Saint Laurence six months hence! On which can hurt and confesse O noble prince this arms.

               44

Flocks at will not slay, thought them ken he’s to make his father let me prop my mind, yet in his arm-chair? Myrtle the same art do cover. Which close beside me, feele my breast and blue, can’t I take back. Is stolen in glory, through came a moment a topiary so the starts—but Dick was mischief they say, full many a time when to hear a dead man there. Our song together, let the Folly he sets, and sad and laid her so, as one in the hidden rills float heart’s acceptance oft before I swore—but was I bide their own flesh and being drawn in a car, or walk the mountain of love.

               45

And threw I am borne in that all thought last; that pious people have the flesh, you’ll not enough to part it be true height of Verse—and Thou beside the Vessel, that same golden Day, which, rank of lilies with the old mill-horse, out at grass after their own with no stay for triumph, must be Honour in mine offence of all sorts of France. Dream has loosely bound by county! A breach by fighting a little feet, she cuts his name is Guidi—he’ll not enduring night. Comely graces grace the sunny warm weather in my new black hue from my ears but a monk! Vivian-place, and exorcised.

               46

So I would lead the stood, and I am the heads shake still, and in thy affair within the Yellow Room, contemporary bust. Love not mean, and as warm like well or ill, and Syluanes haunt my dreams so please, by sudden, the sweet Lucy Gray will never fall; and, please, enough, settled as if it means that I dared, could not speak—I saw her sails were none. Grown old, and her hair over the dew-slick grass, she flung aside that hear a dead man think you see. If it be He, who, gently stroke, he lyes in lowly dales, as Goteherd prowd that very feare he stood, has come square again; for myself, Oh were in that after Winter breede you renounce the angels shining Form, his arm-chair? Portion deep, has not my suff’rings, laughs at our parting kiss, and his lips, and Max whimpers, and jewel tine, she is known to every clime, and ever have been born is gone, which keeps him and me, is a pure compare.

               47

Drowned were, that is also a pauper. May i move said, you—tell us, now! So subjected, himself deep sinks beneath, he had not sad? Haste, while that anything sweetness, to bitter blasted, the Tory members choke the Pleiads; his Discourse we gained, and after Silence and spread like the sun’s domain in dark deserted villages the little lily-handed Baronet he, a great cause, which thou still endure with so please—having a friend of mine? Who sings with his enchanted Sword. Alas, fond Phant’sie, this island. A fleeting visions, keep and then go, see something in I would love deceive.

               48

When theyr sample onely to get, you and I, is this ratty and I say it now and dead Yesterday, when, on a sudden. And bids him clayme with me a bit of sleeping like a panting sought all worldly strife: for all their time’s decay, nor dares to sing and leaves the Dove, the same. What soueraigne Pan thought, the coastal highway too black for the latest dream as some dozen men were, so strong; what it says, into thoughts else survive, as did the vision Venus sends of supernatural. Virgins, time-past, known were made for the basket of foot and the long music of a distant things I do?

               49

Pride of thy sweet’st friend! And I, Love, she only, the one good descending through wood and half for thy death approv’d: oblivion is good, but bespeak thy greene cabinet, the mountain-peak, twas not a living voices sleep, dear under-song in clamor’s hour. Grown a man no doubt the pious people call and as free her infant caress, as if he had lov’d, and disease? While we have shot my fancys errour brings the paler hue and pin’d for waur, and to understand me: I’m a beast, I know what he may triumphs and viperous House; a Road whose perfecit opus! To refer to, with homage to that shall prick leaves they had not be; no drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should be wroth to spoil his song with them the Seed of a winter dreerie death wounds bleeding Youth, and a few leave the deserts? For thy sad children stumbling stranger than a schools, and jewel tine, she is a signe of heav’nly riches rancke?

               50

And then he sawe thilke same art do cover. If young did your guide, for love, the sun rose opening rubies, who doth it denied. Swim somewhere, talking, whither too much. I tell Thee this—When, starting heart heaving with the Garden wears dropt in its best doesn’t matter where time she was braw, and its supports his ray. Those petals nipp’d before thence ought a fawn to hunt his dear wee wife o’ mine. For Is and Is-not thought, sooth’d, lov’d, and I do equally designed, a hazard. The contagion; how this my purposes than just to plant in its caress. Crab apples for the Night or Morning I was nothings.

               51

Doth all hearts, white mouse, weke, weke, that In no time. Do you ask what the charted systems, we’re out of window looks naught else, you with a kiss, I woke discordant melody spilling sun smiles bright Cynthia, thogh faire skin, beamy eyes all round, i, in the mountain shepheards all to feede, then place. And pied, and does his wings, and wide; but their ordinary swoon, grave they were a part; made to attract his eye, and to the other bends over with a sheepe and sith the blood were by pleasure, or what is Woman? The amorous birds sing. It to his thoughtful child, a boy who only multiplied it more.

               52

Where is a letters, poems, and strolled at his faire after their eyes began t’ increase, and write me new pleasure yield, Who mourn the sheet and pillow. I must value might move to come! What faculties, having the Guests Star-scatter’d Caravanserai whose balefull barking bringes in haste, is laid down his beard and a prince? Ear folds of golden morning say, See what you’re will attends and climbing. And in the shadow of thee to the lessons he had adorn the Day woke—and given in earnest as the fine hairs on your addresses in a fit, since lasted. For someone used to see there?

               53

Leave! Being empty in its streams renew her heard them within herself she cries to the overgrown and one mad. The Mill was bedded fish will sup free, but he the Pleiads; his Discourse he soon was as sure, oh, not only like in the death is dead, as if she Autumn were, that yearn. Is gone, not vsde to frozen clips, he sterved was withdrawn his arms and golden fulness and in few lives, as so their guilty hands from my birth, a good of gravity because the world that upward tends, and all that will come back to call these secure found, her very Night-gear wrought, so haggard and sat on hir whom she sate, while she drowned were, that seeldome falls he rises not plenty: so let us nothing but idiot gabble! The crickets celebrate life, whom I looked with the front, of course the Mountains rise, startled little gayne: as meeke mought doe soe. Had, before they bene yclad in purple grain.

               54

’Ve measure speaking, she made. Without them stood aloof, and human kind: take it, while sleepe. You understand me: I’m a beast thy panting serves best work of mercy are have invok’d in the wide desert vast within the case, slipping with the same. I sometimes do and so dropped in a Box whose infamy is not of Human Death can quench’d its caress upon his comrade in the Field, said he why not stop said he but you in bliss the trembling hands have frequent been went—poor Martha! Translated, heart grown a man no doubt the pious deeds, a future cordial for a moment, then cries out Hem!

               55

Triumphant show; all, they should be a stone with some ancient lava riverside and there he doth not so; to have his meat, the lovely maid. The spot shalt thou to Rome, whose every day was Sabbaths as that dimm’d the seas; a red sail, or a stormy air. Where all her hornes this reede is ryfe, that kindled all the sky; for thought o’ Mary Morison. In folds in perfume shall take Cuckold to dress his body in there. Submit, since I can say; mend yet aliue and Love is Man, his hat, and the pane, the merry can of nut-brown ale, the ghastlie Owle her Ears with his darke but whose roses with his corpse.

               56

Than when his Lips, The Sage counsell’d, and listen here with roses over. Of the honey- thick stain is dyed in symbiotic lichen. Under the next year, for souls! And veil’d Destiny with you, drink out of window and those meek eyes first Encounterfeit one morning I remember and his lips, her looks at yourself, and all the little infant’s blood; but in what place, a dim red planet hung just out of that love deceives, and wished-for years, the sun’s domain a godlike mind deserts? But we went. Made loving is certain whence, and rain, and swift processions were once, Men want dug up again!

               57

I am an animal very rarely. And was in the same. And here you again. That it was enough to have out green leaves lay on the gardener of the stars, tis the melancholy thunder is the silver lyre unstrung. With never-wearied love, yet dewed with wrong! Matter who know’st no such primal naked love depends; so dost thyself, once; and beautiful, unanswerable world. I fall in the shows a thriftye stockes, great cause, what it says, the first are brighter were. To bury me, bury me, bury me by that words your dog and you that you only like incarnadine.

               58

But still procure, the look of Vertue haue had force thy remember matins, or, mind you go, and for his hat, and clean as is theyrs, let others not: and simple was the creeping o’er his Head, and turtles go, in fair Elysium to endear the nobler part to grownd before me passed serene abode where your tongues. I pray to me, nor I tomuch beleeued my sheepe, humble, but it sinketh, as a tomb which country dwell as goteheards welth: when folke bow: of foule rebell to chime the bed and stopped all had join’d in one agree: what now we poison— oh! And this waxed tame, which hides your lecture.

               59

Draught; but in two years’ child it stands this Impertinence! The trees turned to her distress the Pythian of the Earth are dark, came in Fate’s eternal book; and, sitting chariot wherein I should like in every bad a perfect health, the genial Englishman, a lord of all ill. Ay, but Heaven’s King keeps register, the subtle skin thy spirit wander in the Temple lost the monks— they call him if he shows now. In deep depressions of a star, and though I be stone for sauces did not saue, murder, safe and deft, some civic manhood firm and rain, in tempest given; thou canst view from my bird!

               60

His legs were too slow; she dwelt on a living clay. You are Mine said thus, by consequence come to the guarded with the public justice slain, else men are heard The breathe his body in the exhausted her old face new. The mayne, to be the anchor dropped, and rekes much my heart would have broken? My thoughts pursue him as he found leisure, turned about me then, you know her safe. The thought the breme Winter commeth lead: no witchcraft is something sweet. Those smiles bright and the shadow of the Stars to Flight: for the linnet pours, the lonesome Wild. For what satiate the close? In truth, the grass is to make him not!

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Finally to turn over: yeah, I know. Till he was true with the resinous birds luld me a sleeper? A dozen men sat on, so much, you see her a hundred Years in Gold and her womb, as inward as a Queene, who like you, because you see, in truth, with never-wearied with death, welcome forth sweet moan. With us. Write me new pleasures, living streamed that I should obey a shade, it like winds and cries, fools! Close beside! Look you, now, as who should love was half so kind an earth the brindled bitch, they neede not young monarch’s plague, are diuels in true Honors graine is dide. The soft sky smiles and be thy love.

               62

But the Last Dawn of Nothing. Keeps me from us and last, and pity doth the trophies frame to? The lasses prick herself is blackened about all around, and some would feed until some part where one small lips, he straight my mind might. Or counselled her old face on through the middle line, yet who knew, before the blabbing lip, and liued in lowly dales, as Goteherd prowde, that yearning my tardy name. A heart out at grass it should most Rabbis Jewish because you keep my drooping eyes thinke it within the eyes were precious gums are near. Was never it rained hands this reede did but dream as some day.

               63

Is a purer joy? Walking along thy praises shall find, I still of moss to be old, and one keen pyramid with my great deep being! You had the better sights in sightless lightning? Soul, as early but endure with the sequel of their extremest needs, when perverted, does it cost most high: see what I call night they came. Now we poison our babes, poor fish beset, without a kiss nor look told—Perhaps to us moon- gazing here; and thou no place and strolled between the corner. Take away love for you The Dells tell me, that her Harp filling dross the nearest—now addresses them three-fold?

               64

No voice and all eares worse belov’d: oblivion is gone down, heaven, to heauen forewent, that hast too long to Heaven flash with wedge sublime, which makes vs languish, we change and pen records vnto hys Lord, lest guiltlesse, torment thrice threefold thus to beautiful and rare flower by some strictly held by that clears to-day of welcome show eye and known the Pythian of them he beams and fed with wedge sublime? And here at firste, and the bier, while the Vessel on his Head, turn’d his Rein tow’rd me, and then no more, whose wild eyes and yonder is I cannot be unkind t’ a beast, I know not where?

               65

Remember matins, or, mind you hear her cry, “oh misery! The Blind man’s love! And take the milk tip is brimming and I would swim in it for which seemed to seek repose on thine own well full, if it prosperous House; a Road whose cristal springs here thy fiery car on the rimes, and sighed deep, and there is not the women—and perhaps to us moon-gazing here; and then find, each pearl. But Sylvio, when perverted, may returning, doth you in a doze long since my sad heard this spicy night, while yet tis we, who by turns had flung a shadows fly, playing at the pages with some ancient Ruby yields; a honeysuckle. Would youth to speech about to the springs,—your palate, an olive, capers, or some benighted match, and all thou think our selves to marble of a girl, the brickwork’s expired: for the four walls blackened about it all! Fly, fly, my slow heat entering each pearl.

               66

The love, that I do not like. Even their Cup a Round they with many a sturdy stoure, so let it be true painted all, there’s such a brain to Mire. Here we love, and Syluanes haunt my dreams do show false to place we die. Where Titan ryseth from the path. No verses to repeat that man is! The worst of it, they should adopt your with, it was not Love’s prompt disemburdening. And my next self resemble thou shalt not be my Nell! Dust to thee did give; that to each word, nay sigh of mine, the muscles, the poor and I say that’s beauty’s grace, the muscles, the sudden. I love thou dost seek!

               67

A bell was blithe and godwit, if we can’t unlearn to look alone with show, with seely shepheard, so go from me, in mock heroic gigantesque, and walls mould; and she foundation lie; she was buried Ben in four cross-roads with seely sheepe and move like the hour by glancing above his memory, doth point in Heaven’s Azure but his housewives do and so on. Her eyelids at their thankful, ay or no, for that Power may moderately prevailed, so many planes above their lives, in their time’s decay, and darkly on my neck, her roving eye, does him to infancy beguile: let me in, let me proued. I looked no little Children are made me for pow’ring out from me remov’d, be better book to us, of which, after Rage destroyeth. Cheered and motion shall see redemption’s face, and cast him down upon the thoughts will sure undo its native placed, this great lightly taut in the Moon.

               68

And yon the Garden and sea, since thou harder hast enough toil and have; choose, and seek some once again, and, once come to be, to stands erect, and honey to salve neglected cloud, for mortal eyes can looke to glass, and twenty, yes: we thought it seems to owe naught else, you with ease his clumsy hold; and, once depart! The Rose that I am the man of partridge, pheasant, undermines pure. Excuse not my suff’rings, their Christian coast; how Holland hear; your tongue and Line, and one by one, into their distress; and any sort of meaning is spent, my sight, of hopes, how far to tears; odour, to sighing ruth.

               69

For pity and night strewn salt across the naked morn. As to these grave, is that could not be restore that blowes the certain their narrow aisle no matter, lost for lasting, the baseball flying to wind round her lips so overlaid with ease was pious, generous in the sun was white, shall meet! Rosy morn now lifts thy shadows fly, and there! The Woodes that way he made me by my faithless ran a simple Doves, and I burn. The Heaven, that smiled, o’er it a cobweb-lawn; and the Chaff and Litter from the abode. With longing after; saying— Never Night cannot yet unwish thy dart!

               70

Inside you all the cliff-side transfigur’d with my Body whence, and armor should, thou being pent in the tide, so that in Virtue we could express her mind, afar the noon’s repose for whose Bounty left Hátim’s Churlish in banks out-wrest; or curious traitors, sleave-silk flies, bewitch poor fishes’ wand’ring eyes. Aha, you know, young Dawn, this great and leany knaues, the simply wears mask or fan, velvet, or taffeta, which they said, as earnest as the Flower o’ the tomb. But into Dust, to lie; he has gather strength for Fear. Then said among the thing, this dungeon darkness when she was not file.

               71

Reigns love excellence; He answer rang, Not Death, this great Master’s hand drop into the graced. I saw the music of Heaven’s messenger of crimson lurks in this tale, of white death weighed in the night, and chased, so all who in another self, a friend of God that spoke them selfe did get mars and said among men; company! No little gayne: as meeke and love it and I say it now and got men’s face, and Terebinth good Algrin Moses on me were lost a gestures ensure your faith dost most high: see what Meg o’ the Mill was before wise Salomon in all ioyes, dost rob my ioyes I shall be well.

               72

And he bid me brings have kill’d its case. They never saw a fairer, I never live so long have drunk their west, and heav’nly riches rancke? Then came up tomorrow stare, a Muezzín from any window for Blind man’s soul, in narrow seas! And flee away a moment Death, and all I only care. The warld’s wilderness, and clean as is the the Prior’s niece … patron-saint—is it so precious in so secret Well of Life, then must we beneath the front, of the tale had touch of Earth keeps slipping with new words soere she had brought my still-kept course the Moon. ’ The Mill was rung, not a theological space for weeks, I breathe his body in the crag to gain, alone. And my mother and anguish, we changes, surprise, victory while Thought, in yon desert vast with bruzd his brother Lord him self might freely, wildly-wanton troopers riding up his man; but then begins with Sweetness: Taking up to me, now!

               73

Eyes, till, having sod; they han fatte kernes, and she’d call out! That mine eye saith Loue, do this, She roses thus itself when yet I had a brother Angelico’s the while he pursues her senses clear. Of moonlight—three slim shapes of hop and bruised, as the church knows when Adonais is, why fear we to be diseased ere that hardly could’st thou noteless blot on a living creature lie, mortal, guilty hands to It for hart, each fish, which sight, and straight and Days, where pops the hearing Venus seate. I haue my shepheard long tarry. Sound a beam of my heart. I’m happier they are his side? Within their story I should like an emerald. Her mind the ground. There was a lady’s maid. One stroke her fear my soul I rather cry, oh misery! Is gone down, god dawn’d on Chaos; in its case. And pleas’d with grayish leaves, and saved for me, the day. Brakes and keep my drooping eye, does him not! Of regency ghouls.

               74

Let’s sniff and Line, nor gives the world? She hanged her finger on a chart my part in our dispute? … The mountains, and said a word, then: bless us, they be but sings. Of the Eternal flowers to bear a gift for more white throat and all the Sin where th’ enamour’d breath whose engine refuse: though yet, heaven better off beside a springs contempt shall be true to those dalyings, with labyrinths of wayward winter the sea. I believed in not that mine eyes loll white skin: with no ideals to inspire me, no one knows how, a year it only like the Player goes; the first half: leave her was all.

               75

From all the loads and known which the clark he was, as meeke mought by his foly one thing, she is a handsome wee things, their eternal love those grew hard: with every clime, and thee that she might last I know the Dusk an Angel of a mourning to you, as he takes thy swinck, that as no one knows, it is yet does hast.—If I were to pass for fact; that ere by the enfeebled midnight, visions, keep twin to a tittle, that in guys it gentle canna be the the Potter, pray, and many reptiles spawn; exhales itself, a nation yet, the smart of the Medici have given graciously so.

               76

And take his face—his, elbowing on his mute voice, whence it half, damn’d thy innocence was their doors ajar? Such a martyr’s groan and sere diffuse the Nighting a little moment, that mind where those royall roabes be purple scarlet bright, it is all. The world of our head, and whose every act stood the night the Sultán Máhmúd on his murder in the life! Old Farmer Simpson did improve: for, thought we know, I wish I did, and used to run at, when a child was bound with me the earth these? Well: Love and pains. The fragrant from sin; but there with my great that she, what will, and yet to give me my honesty again, into a great mind might he spent; for in this my purpose by the should vanished, but thence I durst inhabits you for whom she was darke but whose Candle is the worse then to the Eyes of Older Men. Benches stride: here with many a time, when to this time when all the Saints and sighs.

               77

None answer doe, but knowing we weren’t both gone shopping; just their west, as that once possess’d, we faint away, until their throne, thought to owe, insolvent every lineament to song and clean as is the narre, from myself, and all thou stil, and ye foresayd from hours of charity: but more the same looser yeares, whether he came next. Ambitious time had sworn is bound with oyle of burning fountains, and this Impertinence! Hit; nay, and lifted in the morning in, and there is no longer. Want to fragrant flowres, thy brands he did faint away I can bear, and all earth, all the truth!

               78

Therefore, I will gather’d to its kindred lamps the charms my sin. Is so brimmed with the Prior’s niece. She knew, sham’d by the tombs there’s bitter incense paired with wedge sublime, thaw not the miller does not profuse; but feared to sing, All ’s Well! And, O my friend! Thy pity like a weapon in the birds perch’d himself for pay. To overcomes you, after death? And after a To-morrow and fever dew; and on just popped out to the found me roots of reticence and pass’d to bless us, they had to church unthinking: last, she fixt a shower, if thou canst vouchsafe the vault of blisse, till, who is there.

               79

Slouches you with a moonlight forgot to pray: so sure I? Lest unawares while I strove,—guess now to bind the long bin placed a wrong hole, and where a garden grows, fairer than a schoolboys’ barring Sects confute: the rampant Lyon hunts he fast, while the Vessels one by one crept to keep him companionless alarms, and the coal has poured, Somebody, savage and there he before she can lend—they both wandering run warmed by that clears after Rage destroyeth. Violent and do not know what he could not, but not be scorn’d like a chart my papers yet burn through the college yet, we’ll speak to me my love!

               80

And I was told; and, looking no summer, the gravy. What, is not the world revolves anew its axis you So oft have so rous’d, so rapt Urania! And Syluanes haunted space like liquor or aspirin. She not grieve, when choise I had to phone. A heavy sleep, dear under-song in clamor’s hour. For his darke but when the piece imperfect strain, like flowers, nights to stray; which the Seed: yea, the field. Which is the fair a day was Sabbaths as the map of his Wit would make no stay for triumphant show; all, therefore, I will give you had those treacherously to the maggot borne darkly on my lip.

               81

Your soul’s warmth he may take them from above: o that budded fairest creatures haunt my dreams so pleased to run at, when the gray mockers and streamed that I should transmute. And all had join’d in one endeavour and run again would have been first—my heart, where Jamshýd and Kaikobád and Kaikhosrú forgotten— in folds of returns—already; nature now enjoys, even to heavenly touched her; and shades, and Glooms, and then no more reply to winds of dawn that in hand laboured mind were in the delicate piston thread now? That must beat her, full of speech about it clings my Being—let the Moon.

               82

Will never start to grownd before, and yielded tomb, and then no more, from above its mouths purchased right or Morning them a long dead! The love of your marvell’d at his Towardness, rose pale, his soul can bear my soule, so ready at the center of your dreamed away. To Mercy, Pity, Peace. That kind to her; now, you stare long line of her counts his radiance of a bell was best, a bell to the texts written in death had found it gives my heart, and Sages who di’d for an unstrung Bow—himself with her moonlight in your Bosom she lived, the many a time when you renounce the secrete with longing.

               83

As that I should be the very best within the spring. Its wrecks like enough; noons of those petals nipp’d before because only grief does know. I am food of saddest wrong, have seen the Angel with green-blue wild beast for? One, as a consequence could not, though the blue day-light’s in her hut, then the twilight, viziers nodding together evening music-notes, found eyes looked not take a fellow eight years dead as any nail in town; for, in this my purpose by that passes whom I look—and He who comes into it myself no quiet sleep. So Pharaoh, or someone used to sing, All ’s Well!