#Benedict would call it an embarrassment of riches

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

The Eternal Dilemma

What should be my priority right now? Watching 'Doctor Strange' on regular tv (I took a nap just so I would be awake enough to do so) OR blog about about him. I'm splitting my focus right now and it's a real pickle I tell ya!

[lifesizehysteria]

A Mother's Blessings | A Bridgerton Fic

Part 2: Hyacinth

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Gen Pairing: Violet Bridgerton/Marcus Anderson Characters: Violet Bridgerton, Marcus Anderson, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Kate Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton Summary: A collection of moments through Violet and Marcus’ courtship in which Violet seeks the blessings of her children. AO3 Part 1

Violet fanned her face, still desperate to cool herself from the oppressive summer heat, despite having moved inside. It seemed they had chosen the worst day possible for a family game of pall-mall; the sun was relentless and there was not a breath of wind nor a single cloud in the sky. The shade provided by the covered seating by the lawn offered little relief from the stifling temperatures, so they had sought refuge inside, filling the hallway with their usual raucous joy as they did so, before settling into a quieter cacophony in the drawing room.

“It is a shame Lord Bridgerton was unable to join us,” Marcus said.

“Yes, well…” Violet began, but found herself unable to provide any further excuse as to why her son had, once again, found a reason to avoid Lord Anderson’s company.

“He is quite busy preparing for our departure to India, I am afraid,” Kate supplied without missing a beat, though Violet caught the quick glance her daughter-in-law sent her direction. She offered her own smile in gratitude, patting the perspiration from her brow with the back of her hand.

“It is probably for the best,” Benedict said. “Our brother has a competitive streak unlike any other. He would have died of heat stroke before ending the game early.”

Marcus laughed. “Is that so?”

“It is true. I do not know where he gets it.” Violet shook her head, secretly grateful Anthony had not been there to insist the game continue. While the weather had been the excuse, Violet was sure it was really mercy that ended the game early. When Hyacinth had suggested they play, Marcus had agreed to join on the condition that Violet play, too. Despite her efforts otherwise, she had not been able to resist him or the children’s insistence. With reluctance, she joined the game, only to thoroughly humiliate herself, despite Marcus’ attempt to throw the game in her favor. They were all laughing so hard by the time they called it off, no one could have continued playing anyway.

“Ah, yes,” Marcus said, the richness of his voice sending a shiver down Violet’s spine. “I believe it is a trait shared by all eldest children. You have met my sister.” He flashed her a dazzling grin, his eyebrows arched knowingly.

“Indeed, I have,” she conceded with a laugh, fanning a new wave of heat from her cheeks and averting her gaze from his shining black eyes.

“Well, I think you could beat Anthony, Lord Anderson,” Hyacinth declared.

“Thank you for your vote of confidence, Miss Hyacinth. Though, if he is anywhere near as formidable an opponent as the Viscountess, I would not stand a chance.”

“I assure you, he is not,” Kate said, making everyone laugh. 

“Anthony certainly did meet his match in you, Sister,” Benedict said. 

“As we should all hope to do,” Marcus said, his eyes finding their way to Violet, who bit back a smile while her stomach did a somersault. 

Conversation continued to flow, but Violet grew quiet, watching. Marcus looked completely at ease among her brood, the portion of it that was present, at least. There was a noticeable camaraderie between him, Benedict, and Kate, their playfulness rather enjoyable to witness. And with the younger two, he was attentive and kind, including them in conversation and listening to them with genuine interest. Hyacinth was clearly enamored, and although he was a bit subdued, Gregory was receptive to him as well. 

“Lord Anderson, are you staying for lunch?” Hyacinth asked, pulling Violet back into the moment. 

“Hyacinth!” she chastised, though her daughter did not show an ounce of embarrassment at being so forward. “Please forgive my daughter’s lack of manners.”

Marcus held up a staying hand. “It is quite alright,” he assured her, then turned towards Hyacinth. “Thank you for the invitation. Unfortunately, I have already committed to lunch with my sister, so I cannot join you today. It is my sincerest hope that the offer may be extended for another day.”

Beaming, Hyacinth opened her mouth, but Violet cut her off before she could speak. “I am sure we can arrange something soon.”

“A picnic, perhaps!” Hyacinth jumped in, ignoring the wide-eyed look of warning from her mother. 

“Oh, a picnic would be lovely,” Kate agreed, barely concealing a smirk as Violet’s mouth dropped open.  

Marcus leaned closer to Hyacinth, dropping the volume of his voice to a whisper that was more than audible throughout the room. “I do love a picnic.”

When he grinned at Violet over his shoulder, she was caught between wanting to throw her arms around him and wishing a hole would open up beneath her feet and swallow her alive. If he and her children were already conspiring against her, she was not sure she would stand a chance at winning anything ever again. She stubbornly pursed her lips against a persistent smile and cleared her throat. 

“Well then, I suppose we���ll see what can be arranged. As long as the weather cooperates,” she added, if for no other reason than to feel as though she had not lost complete control. 

“Oh, goodie!” Hyacinth cheered, clapping her hands together as her curls bounced around her shoulders. Behind her, Benedict silently clapped as well, a teasing smirk directed at his mother. She narrowed her eyes at him, which he returned with a wink. He was bordering on impertinence and if she didn’t love him so much, she thought she could have killed him. 

“Until then,” Marcus said, standing up and addressing the room, “I am afraid I must take my leave. Anyone who knows what’s good for them does not make Agatha Danbury wait for her food.”

After a chorus of goodbyes, Violet sat back down on the settee, nestling into the corner. Kate came over from her spot by the window, managing to look as graceful as ever lowering herself onto the settee across from Violet, despite her ever growing belly. At the same time, Benedict wandered off without a word to anyone, leaving Gregory alone at the table. Hyacinth appeared beside her mother, kneeling on the cushion, her large green eyes bright with enthusiasm.

“Mama?” she asked, taking hold of Violet’s forearm in both her hands.

“Yes, dearest?” Violet patted her daughter’s hand, the affection in her voice unwavering despite a hint of weariness sneaking in. 

“When are we going to have our picnic with Lord Anderson?”

Violet let out a little laugh of surprise. “I do not know. I will arrange it and send him an invitation soon.”

Hyacinth beamed at her, turning to sit properly and leaning into her mother’s side. Violet wrapped her arm around her, pulling her in against her. 

“I do hope it is very soon. It will be such fun!”

“You seem to hold a great affection for Lord Anderson,” Kate pointed out. 

“Why shouldn’t I? He is kind and funny. He does not treat Gregory and me like small children who should not be allowed to speak. And most importantly, he makes Mama smile in a way I have never seen before.”

Violet’s eyes grew wide, her face suddenly hot again. 

“Are you going to marry him, Mama?”

Her eyes, widening even further, flew to Hyacinth, finding herself at a loss for words. After sputtering for a moment, she finally managed to ask, “Why ever would you ask such a question?”

Hyacinth straightened and tilted her head to one side. “Is that not the purpose of courting?”

A flutter of panic began to rise up the back of Violet’s throat. “Who told you we are courting?”

“It is quite obvious, Mama.” She looked at her mother, then over at Kate, then back again, doubt causing her face to fall. “You are courting, are you not?”

“I don’t…” Violet huffed, waving one hand in the air as if it would conjure the words she could not find. “To be quite honest, I do not know,” she finally said, her face twisting with unease.

Hyacinth’s brows knitted together. “It seems like you are courting,” she said.

Violet blinked and tipped her head to one side, acquiescing. “Yes, I… I suppose it does.”

“Do you want to be courted?”

Diverting her eyes again, Violet fidgeted with her skirt and offered a tight-lipped smile, wishing for the second time that the Earth could somehow swallow her whole.

“I, uh… I am, not sure,” a strained laugh escaped her throat. Part of her felt that this was not an appropriate subject for her daughter of just twelve, but she also understood that her decisions would ultimately affect Hyacinth’s life as much as they did her own, so she felt obliged to answer. She just wished she had had a bit more time to sort it out privately first. She cleared her throat and blinked hard before making herself meet her daughter’s eyes.

“I enjoy Lord Anderson’s company very much. You are right; he is kind and humorous, and I greatly appreciate how well he seems to get along with all of you. And even more so, there is a… companionship I feel with him that I have not had since your father died. It has been an unexpected joy to feel that again.” A small, unconscious smile turned up the corners of her mouth.

“And yet you have reservations?” Kate inquired gently.

“Yes.”

“What sort of reservations?” Hyacinth asked. 

“Well, dearest,” Violet spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. There were so many layers to her feelings, and not only were they not all appropriate for her young daughter to hear, but she also wanted to avoid becoming too emotional. Hyacinth was rightfully curious, and while Violet wanted to answer her questions, she did not want to burden her with problems that were Violet’s alone to resolve. “The purpose of courting, as you are clearly aware, is to marry. And I had not ever imagined marrying anyone but your father. I am not sure that I want to marry again, even someone with whom I share… affection.” She looked down at her daughter, picking nervously at the lace on the cuff of Hyacinth’s sleeve and took in a deep, slightly shaky breath. “It feels a bit like a betrayal. To him, and to the love that we shared, that I still feel to this day.”

Hyacinth studied her mother’s face, noting the worry lines that appeared between her brows. She wrapped her arm around Violet’s waist and laid her head against her chest, hugging her tightly for a moment while Violet returned the gesture by pulling her in closer. “I do not believe Papa would think it a betrayal,” Hyacinth said, sounding confident. 

Curious and a bit surprised, Violet’s eyebrows lifted. “Why not?”

“Because to think so would be selfish. I may not have known Papa, but I know that everyone says the two of you shared a true love. And if you have taught me anything, it is that love is not selfish.”

Violet felt tears prickle behind her eyes and she blinked them back with great effort. How could a child who had never even met Edmund sound so very much like him? With a lump in her throat, she pressed a kiss into her daughter’s hair and whispered, as much to Edmund as to Hyacinth, “You are right about that, my love.”

[karimwillia]

Nothing really matters I don't really care. What nobody tell me I'm gonna be here It's a matter of extreme importance. My first teenage love affair

Warnings: Fluff

“Alright Class Settle Down! Settle Down Class!” “Awww” “Ughh” Everyone in home room is now quieting down taking their seats. “Yo Shuri, what you think of this for my ride to Prom?” Xavier, her lab partner is not focused on the teacher but on his previous conversation. It’s their Senior year at Benedict High School meaning it’s time to party.

Shuri Udaku is one of the most popular girls in school and how could she not be. She is the top women’s basketball recruit in the country coming out of high school. She is tall, dark and what people would say is handsome, intelligent and nice to everyone who deserves it and rich. The rare combination. “Xavi, go with the blacked out Audi that's fire. Ok but like can we pay attention.”

Saying it loud enough so everyone can hear Dr. Stevens the chemistry teacher shoots her a thankful look. “Thank you all. I know it’s senior year and your focus is on everything but chemistry. So to shake things up I will be assigning new lab partners. Please stand up and listen for your names.” As they move to stand Shuri looks over and notices Riri.

Rihanna Williams is Valedictorian and resident mechanical genius. This makes her the polar opposite of Shuri as far as high school standards. She’s quiet and shy going unnoticed by so many. Her grades have earned her early acceptance to M.I.T, Cal Tech, Harvard, Princeton and Yale. The young woman is a shortie but beautiful with flawless brown skin and curls.

Shuri and Riri are friends despite the high school “rules”because they enjoy each other. Shuri knows how shy Ri is so she never pushes her to hang out. But today Shuri has missed her a lot and has to let her know. “Hello Rihanna wassup? I don’t like how long it’s been since we’ve spoken.” Riri is alway in awe when Shuri talks to her which should not be the case but still.

“It was summer in my defense and I was in another state. But I have been ok. How about you?” Shuri beams her a million dollar smile.

“I am fine just missed you is all. Out of state? I would love hear about your trip, we will have to talk more outside of school about it.” Riri’s face twisted into a combination smirk and confused look with a touch of blush. Did The Shuri Udaku say she missed her? Was she being flirted with? What is going on?

“Uhh we can talk more outside of school for sure. I’ll pen you into my schedule.” Riri played along as best she knew how. It was in about 8th grade she realized that girls looked better than boys and her “Friend” Shuri was the best looking of everyone. So she maintained their school friendship to keep her close. Shuri “came out” that same year which is another level of attraction.

“Ahem Ms Williams and Ms Udaku. Are you going to join us?” They are the last two standing. The conversation took their attention away from the exercise. “Yes! Sorry Doc. Who am I paired with?” Shuri spoke up knowing that Riri was embarrassed she NEVER gets called out. Shuri may have taken a special interest in Riri as well. “You two are the only ones standing.” Shocked, they both speak this time. “Dr. Stevens… Shuri allows Ri to speak. “I normally work alone.” Riri’s warm voice is low but firm.

“I am aware Ms. Williams but I wanted to get you out of your comfort zone. In college you will have to push the envelope. This is the start. Have a seat now. Thank you.” Breathing somewhat hard and sliding into her chair, Riri could not believe it. She has never had to work with anyone on a project ever and now she will have to work all year with her CRUSH. Her social anxiety is sky high. Shuri takes a look over and places a comforting hand on Ri’s shoulder. “Hey it’s cool I won’t bite.” That for some reason helped how????

By the end of class Riri was able to calm herself some. “Hey Shuri I guess we will really have to talk outside of school now.” Riri was coy but it was nice to speak up first. Shuri is listening with intention and smirks. “You're right, give me your phone.” Handing her the phone Shuri locks in her number and calls herself so she has Riri’s.

“Aye yo Shuri! Come on.” Xavier runs up and grabs Shuri by her shoulders so they can go to the next class. “Oh snap wassup…um Titi?” Shuri and Riri’s face both fall flat. “Put some respect on her name man it’s Rihanna aite.” Shuri’s tone is stern. “Apologize.”

Xavier was taken aback but this is not the first time he’s been corrected about Riri’s name. “I apologize Riri.” She is flustered so she answers while looking down. “It’s fine. Thank you.” Shuri pushes Xavier away and tells him to beat it. Placing a finger under Riri’s chin she winks. “Hey he’s a knucklehead. Don’t worry I got ya back ok? See you soon.” Shuri has a crooked smile on her face looking at Ri leaving quickly after. Riri is left processing today so far. The only thing that snaps her back is the late bell.

MJ is the only other person on campus who Riri is friends with. On her journey to English Lit she pulls out her phone to texts MJ her status. Her phone buzzes before she can send anything that says class is late to start. MJ was a savior and Riri sprints to class.

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff

[siempre-bucky]

dominant enough, mrs. bridgerton?

Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader x Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: You had a simple request for your beloved husband, "I want you to be more dominant in bed." Stunned by your request, Colin sought advice from your former lover, his brother.

warnings: heavy smut, pussy slapping, deep throating, orgasm denial, vaginal sex, oral sex(m and f receiving), threesome. minors dni

wc: 4.1k

A/N: I have it bad for luke squared. These two men have ruined my life in the best way... this is my first time writing a threesome and for Colin. I couldn't resist. ♡

 Benedict hummed in tandem with the long stroke of his paintbrush; he thought it was a method of creating a solid line with the rich paint. His train of thought came to an abrupt halt by his newlywed little brother strutting into the room, his boots clicking on the wood floor of the day room. "I can hear you thinking from here, brother," Benedict sighed, peeling his eyes off the colorful canvas. 

Colin huffed and rubbed his chin with his fingers in thought before stealing a cake of his brother's set up. Before the elder Bridgerton could scold him, he took notice of the blush that graced the younger brother's blush. "You and Y/N finally decide to leave the bed?" 

"Hush," Colin huffed, tilting his head. 

"Trouble in paradise already?" Benedict gathered from the sharp response.

Colin dramatically sprawled out onto the light blue couch, "She told me something..." 

Benedict rolled his eyes and went back to focusing on his painting, "Must I force it out of you? It seems like you're dying to tell me." 

Colin was more afraid to tell his brother what his wife had requested of him. Normally, Colin felt comfortable coming to his brothers with his problems and seeking advice; he always trusted them no matter how silly. Yet this, he wasn't sure how the artist would react. "Y/N told me she would like me to be more-" he paused, caught up in his embarrassment, "-dominant in the bedroom." 

His head rolled to the side to see Benedict's eyes almost bug out of his head. A loud cough escaped his throat, and an alarmingly bright red flush from the explicit memories rushed to his face. "What?" was all he could muster. 

"I thought she rather liked how I performed," Colin sighed, pouting his swollen lips. "What did you do to please my wife?" 

First, Benedict wanted to smack the smirk off his little brother's face. Second, he wanted the memories to stop sending shock waves throughout his body. It was no secret to Colin of the past you and Benedict had shared while attending the Academy together. Benedict remembered the nights of years past in the empty drawing rooms with his hand wrapped up in your hair, strings of saliva hanging from your chin from having his cock shoved down your throat. 

And how could he forget those eyes of yours, the teary ones drunk from the pleasure of being tied down by his belt while his fingers tortured your clit. How they looked up at him needy and desperate for his touch. The ones that cried with joy while saying "I do" to his brother.  

"That's my good girl," his voice came in the form of distant echoes. "Take it all the way down, and I'll give you what you really want." 

"Benedict," your whine flooded his brain. 

"No, no. What do you call me?" 

"Mr. Bridgerton... Please fu-" 

"Benedict?" Colin's booming voice brought him back out of the clouds. 

Benedict hastily placed his messy palette on the table and went to open a window. The cool spring air eased the heat on his cheeks. "W-what, Col?" 

"What do you think she would like?" His voice came out soft. There was no denying Colin would do anything to please you. 

"She's a brat," Benedict managed, "when you demand things from her, do not let up. She will push all your buttons. Her hair, pull it so hard it might tear from her scalp." 

Colin's eyes went a little wide, he never wished to inflict pain. "Don't worry..." Benedict muttered, "she loves it." 

It was almost on cue that you slowly strolled into the room, your nose buried in one of the leather-bound books you picked up on your honeymoon. Colin's eyes instantly went to your chest, deep purple marks made the night before poking out of the pale blue dress you wore. 

Having finally finished the page of the book, your eyes peered upwards. Colin's face was a familiar crimson, his chest heaving beneath his waistcoat. Your gaze shifted to the corner of the room, landing on Benedict who trained his eyes on his canvas, his fingers gripping his brush so tightly you swore it would break. 

You gracefully at down next to your nerve wrecked husband, placing your book down on the table in front of you. It didn't take long for you to notice the tent growing in his pants. "Colin," you murmured, leaning in closer, "is there something you wish to tell me." 

"I have been thinking about what you had told me, my love." 

You smirked, your head cocking to the side. You'd be lying if you said the nervous quiver in his voice didn't excite you. If he truly had been thinking about your request, you might as well see if he would act on it. The smirk didn't go away as you placed your hand on his thigh dangerously close to his crotch as you stood up. 

Benedict gathered his kit as you strolled over to the table in the corner, your eyes briefly connecting as you delicately picked up the teapot. "Don't let the maids find you," he grinned playfully before making a swift exit. 

Colin's eye's followed his older brother to ensure his exit. 

"Y/N." 

That tone. You never heard that tone come from Colin before. It was low with a raspy grit that stilled your movements. A stark contrast to his sweet melodic voice you fell for. This one, this one made your heart skip a beat; it made you clutch the handle of the teapot a little tighter. Letting out a shaky breath, you smiled, and your eyes fluttered shut. "Yes," you breathed. 

"Come here," he demanded. 

After sitting the teapot on the table you slowly sauntered over to him. His arms were draped along the back of the couch, his legs spread open wide. "What's all this?" you asked, knowing damn well what he was trying to do 

"Get on your knees for me." 

You fought back a shutter and the appearance of goosebumps on your skin, but you certainly let yourself feel the wave of pleasure to your core. It was his first time acting like this, you told yourself that you should play nice and do what he asked of you. Be the doting wife the ton expected of you, but you were not that kind of girl. Maybe you would submit when the sound of Colin growling your name soaked your silk panties. Colin wasn't to that point yet. 

Letting out a chuckle, you place your hand in front of you, raising your eyebrows teasingly at him. The brunette's jaw visibly clenched at your defiance, and even after Benedict's warning, he expected you to fall apart in front of him. "On my knees? Oh, my darling," you snickered as you shook your head at him. 

It was exhilarating! The anticipation of what he would do next. Would he leap up and grab you by the hair and force you on your knees? Or would he wrap his fingers around your throat and squeeze until your vision felt blurry? Yet there was also the thought of him giving up and beg you for forgiveness. 

You and Colin were locked in a bitter staredown. His plush lips opened to speak again but it wasn't Colin's voice that entered your ears. It was lower, and his accent thickened. "He said get on your knees," Benedict demanded lowly from behind you. 

There's the flood. 

Your head whipped around to see Benedict leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly, his arms folded across his broad chest. "Benedict?" your voice came out in the form of a whisper. 

His eyes glanced at you, narrowing his eyes and dipping his head low as if he was asking for your permission. You nodded sheepishly as your lips slightly parted with your teeth poking out to bite your lower one.

Colin swallowed the discomfort. He saw the way you crossed your legs, at first he thought it was because it was solely because of Benedict's presence. Then he the desperate look in your eyes when you turned to face him, seeing how your chest was rapidly rising as he slowly looked you up and down. You wanted him too.

"Brother, would you help me remind her how to obey her husband?" Colin asked evenly. 

You and Benedict both looked at him with shocked expressions. Did Colin Bridgerton suggest a threesome? "Colin..." you whimper, trying to fight back the excitement from the pit of your stomach. 

Benedict nodded and briskly walked up to you, his strong hand gripping a fist full of your hair, making you cry out. The taller man bent down to whisper in your ear, "Is this what you want, Y/N? Tell me and I will stop this at once." 

You pull back against his hand, "Oh Benedict, this is what I've fantasized about since that day we all played Pall Mall for the first time." 

He remembered that day. It was the day you met Colin, and the last night you slept with Benedict after you nearly moaned out the wrong brother's name in bed. 

Benedict dragged you over to the couch head first, your soft grunts delectably filling the space. "Tell her again," Benedict instructed as he finally stopped tugging. 

Colin's eyes remained on you as he slowly stood, looming over you. "Get on your knees," he told you. You smirked at the demand, no quiver or ounce of hesitation resonated in his tone. So you obliged, lowering yourself onto your knees with your hands gliding down his strong thighs. 

"Hold her hair." 

Colin's careful fingers grazed along your cheek, lighting a warm fire on the smooth skin. His touch trailed higher until he replaced Benedict's hand with his own. Rolling the soft strands in between his fingers before abruptly gripping them, roughly tugging. 

"Colin!" You whimpered, digging your nails into his thighs, pulling back against him. 

Your husband hummed with satisfaction, quickly undoing the buttons of his trousers with his free hand. "Are you going to be a good girl for me? For us?" Colin asked you as he freed his aching cock from the confines of his pants. 

"Of course," you whined, "Mr. Bridgerton." 

The formality of your words sent a wave of pleasure throughout his body. Dragging you closer to the weeping tip. Letting out a light gasp, your tongue poked out to drag along your lower lip. Slowly, you took in the swollen tip of his cock, your tongue painstakingly circling the slit. Fuck he tasted good, he always did. 

The adrenaline was rushing through him. He admitted to himself that this was exciting, you on your knees with your lips around his cock, his hand in your hair. Another pair of eyes watching him fuck your mouth as Benedict once did. 

"Take it all the way, princess," Colin moaned, gripping your hair tighter to guide you down his shaft. You fought back the urge to gag as his cock hit the back of your throat. A pitiful groan escaped your throat as you blinked away the warm tears. You didn't want to miss a moment of Colin's pleasure-contorted face, etching it to memory. 

You shot your hand out, fingers curling around the top of Benedict's dark blue trousers, pulling him closer. You knew his body well enough you didn't need to see as your hand trailed lower to palm the growing erection. Slowly, stroking up and down, applying light pressure as you stared up at your husband. 

"Do you deserve to breathe, love?" he hummed mockingly. Balling the hand that rested on his thigh into a fist, you pounded on the toned muscle in response. Colin pulled you off his cock, strings of saliva coating your throat. 

"Fuck!" you mewled, sharply gasping for air. And just as fast as Colin had you off his cock, you were right back on. Hollowing your cheeks as he roughly bobbed your head, your nose gently bumping against his groin. Tears were now freely falling from your eyes, spit cascading from the lips of your mouth and illuminating your skin in the sunlight. 

Colin finally released your hair and set your mouth free to breathe. The man relished seeing you like this, needy and desperate for him; your pathetic whimpers were something he didn't know he needed to hear. He bent down and wrapped a hand around your throat, clenching and pulling you up off your knees. 

His lips met yours with nothing but sloppy lips and tongue, the taste of his pre cum on his lips. The noise was obscene, your core gushing for him. "Fuck, baby," he moaned against your lips as he pulled back ever so slightly. "I do not believe your mouth has had enough, don't you?" 

You followed his eyes to Benedict's flushed face, his jaw visibly clenched. Knitting your eyebrows, you shook your head. "N-No," you whispered. 

"Would you like Benedict to fuck your mouth while I have my way with your pretty pussy?" Colin asked as he held your jaw with his fingertips, forcing you to look at your former lover properly. You nodded. 

"Are you sure, Col?" Benedict asked, making his way to the arm of the couch. 

Colin's hand gathered your dress, two fingers pressing against your dripping core, making you jolt. "I shall take that as a yes." Colin's fingers lingered over your clit, rubbing teasing circles and making you lean closer into him. 

His hand found your throat yet again, tight enough you were sure you were going to find bruises there in the morning. Colin threw you onto the blue couch and positioned you so that your back was arching over the arm. Your gaze met Benedict upside down, shooting him a wink and a smug smirk. 

You helped Benedict fumble with his clothes, tugging his trousers low to grip his erection. Benedict hissed at the contact and leaned into the touch, your thumb spreading the pre cum around the tip. His soft hands touched your chest, his nimble fingers tracing your collarbone before trailing lower and dipping inside your dress. As soon as he began to roll your hardened nipples in between his fingers a chill ran through you, your hips rolling forward desperately. 

Colin grabbed your hips, forcing them back onto the couch and pinning you in place. He ignored your soft whimpers, letting the pads of his thumbs press into the bone. "Oh look at you," he hummed, "would you like me to touch you?" 

"Colin, please," you mumbled, trying to roll your hips again in a sad attempt to feel some kind of friction. "Please touch me." 

Colin removed his hands and slowly pulled down your panties, tossing them to the side. Lowering himself, he placed loving kisses on your inner thighs, teasing where you wanted him the most. "Deeper," he heard Benedict grunt. 

"But Ben," you pouted. 

Colin's free hand rose, only to come down roughly onto your sopping cunt. The wet slap echoed throughout the room and it only made Colin want to do it again. So he did again and again until you begged for him to stop. His eyes glanced up, your throat protruding as you took Benedict's cock deeper into your mouth in compliance. 

He finally soothed the ache, flattening out his tongue and dragging it slowly along your pussy, letting it pause on your throbbing clit. Your jagged breaths and moaning pleas were music to his ears, letting him wonder what you would do if he just stayed here unmoving on your clit. "You have teased her enough, brother. Let her feel something, get her close," the artist told him from above.  

Colin ate you out like a man starved, normally he loved to take his time and spell out entire love letters with his tongue, but he loved seeing you fucked out and desperately grasping for him. He secretly liked this position of power, having you unfold under him. Colin leaned forward, letting you weave his brown locks in between your fingers, guiding him back to your clit. 

You released Benedict's erection with a soft pop noise. Out of all the fantasies you've had, this was the best one; Benedict kneading your tits while your husband assaulted your cunt. Four hands dug into your flesh, holding you down while they had their way with you, positively sinful. You sat up slightly, letting your eyes land on Colin. "That feels good," you told him, "fuck, Colin you make me feel so good." 

A knot formed in your belly as you feverishly stroked Benedict's cock. "Do you want to cum?" he asked you as he noticed the change in your movements. 

You bucked your hips, the pleasure around your clit was reaching its precipice. Colin didn't let up as he sucked the nub into his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue lightly flick it to build your orgasm. "Y-yes!" you shout, "I want to cum. I need to cum." 

"Ask. Did you forget the rules, baby? I thought you were a better slut than that," Benedict taunted you, pressing all your buttons. 

You sheepishly looked down at Colin. "Can I cum? Please, Col, I need to cum. Can I, my love, please, please," you begged him. 

Colin raised a single dark brow as he released your clit from his mouth. You nearly came from the sight of seeing the mix of your fluids and his spit around his lips. They were puffy and slightly parted, his tongue swiping the corner of his mouth, sitting back on his knees. His thighs looked so rideable from that position. "No," he dismissed. 

"No?" you gasped. 

"No," he repeated darkly, ridding himself of his shirt. "If you are going to cum, you're going to cum around my cock. Do you want me to fuck you, dearest?" 

You nodded. 

"Use your words, Y/N." 

"F-fuck me, Colin. Use me" 

Colin smirked and moved forward, lining himself at your entrance. Benedict tilted your chin back, "Open," he commanded. You did as you were told, taking his length back into your mouth, taking your hand, and pumping the base. Benedict threw his head back and did the work, pumping in and out of your mouth. 

Colin wrapped your legs around his waist as he slowly entered you. The stretch of his cock was mind-numbing, the slight pain of it made the feeling so much better. It was never intensely painful with the Bridgerton men, especially Colin. He was perfect... like his cock was made for your pussy, he filled you perfectly. "Colin," you moaned against Benedict's erection, the vibrations of your voice made him shudder. "More...please." 

Your husband obliged, rocking his hips deeper into you. Grasping at your glistening skin while the other hand found your clit. "You look so pretty like this," he told you. 

"Make me cum," Benedict moaned out, "I'm not going to last long." 

You hollowed your cheeks, tongue swiping along the underneath of his shaft and along at the thick vein. Letting out a hum, he moved his hands from your chest and let him fall to his sides. Looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, you pulled out the one trick you always did to get him to cum. Benedict was a simple man... words went straight to his dick. Briefly releasing him from your mouth and pouted, fully opening your teary eyes. "Cum for me, Mr. Bridgerton," you whispered, "Cum down my throat." 

Benedict gripped your hair and placed his cock back inside your mouth. He let out ragged breaths as he felt his orgasm build, the tip hitting the back of your throat with each thrust of his hips. "F-fuck," he cried out with a cracking voice, ropes of warm cum coating the inside of your mouth. 

He pulled out and hovered over you, holding onto the arms of the couch for dear life. He started to chuckle and pressed a kiss to the valley of your breasts, "That was fun, yeah?" he asked you. 

You panted and nodded, "So much." 

Benedict stood and stroked your cheek lovingly as a farewell, "You'll be just fine, brother, you learn quickly," he joked as he began gathering his clothes, "Again... mind the maids, we do not need Lady Whistledown or whoever knowing." 

Colin chuckled and slowed his pace, feeling his orgasm starting to form. "Thank you, brother. She looks completely fucked out." 

You turned your attention to your husband, slumping into the couch. Humming in delight from the release of pressure on your back. "Colin I don't know if I can last much longer," you tell him, reaching up to put your hands on his shoulders. The third-born leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. 

"You will last for as long as I want you to," he whispered in your ear. He slowly started to pull out until only the tip was left inside you. "Don't forget you asked for this," he reminded before slamming into you. 

You cried out and clawed at his back, "Fuck Colin!" you yelped, "Do that again... please." His hard thrusts hit your cervix every time, rocking the couch back and forth against the polished wood. You placed your forehead on the top of his tense shoulder, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of him inside you. 

"Fuck," he cursed, tightening the grip on your waist. "I-I want you to cum." 

"So you can cum," you smirked. 

Colin cocked his head and gripped your hair, pulling you back, "Don't start being a brat again, he told me about your antics," he warned. You smirked and lifted your head to place kisses along his soft jawline. 

You whined and nuzzled your nose against him, "Make me cum, Colin...please."  

Colin started rubbing fast circles around your clit and matched his pace. His pelvis bumping against his thumb harder against your clit. "C-Colin," you panted, your breathing becoming erratic. "S'good. Feels so good, fuck, Colin." your words slur together as the familiar pressure builds, his hips driving forward and back. 

"Your pussy is perfect, my love. Cum for me, Y/N, give it to me," he whispered drunkenly in your ear. "Do it, baby." 

You let out pathetic whimpers, rolling your hips as your orgasm washes over you. His name falls from your lips along with praises as you fall slack in his arms. "Cum inside me," you tell him against his skin, your hands holding onto his bicep. "Cum in my pussy." 

"Shit- oh. Fuck, Y/N. Fuck." Colin's hips stuttered and with a few sloppily thrusts, warm cum coated your insides, filling you. Like you, Colin's body went slack, panting and pressing kisses to your neck. 

"Stay for a moment, my love," you told him once you felt him start to pull out. You wanted to enjoy the moment, two spent bodies mingling and wrapped up in each other. He obliged and gently cradled the back of your sore head. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked gently, feeling your heartbeat thump against him.

"I am unharmed," you uttered, feeling your throat becoming sore. 

Nearly delirious from the heat, Colin sat back on the opposite end of the couch, opening his arms from you. You huffed at the loss of contact but sat up and smiled at him fondly. 

You crawled into his lap, and as you staddled him, Colin dipped his fingers into the sleeves of your dress to help put it back on properly to cover your chest. "I love you," you slurred, a small smile forming on your lips as you wiped away the small beads of sweat on his forehead. 

His shaky hands found your hips and gently rubbed in the spots he was tightly gripping moments before. His light-colored eyes examed the red marks caused by his hands and his lips that littered your body, you looked so beautiful covered in them. "I love you too," he hummed, "did I please you in the way you desired?" 

There was a slight hesitation in his voice again. Of course, he was talking about Benedict. Letting your fingertips trace his soft jawline, you pulled him into a gentle kiss. "It was everything I wanted and more, you truly are the best husband in the world, Col," you responded sweetly. 

"And Benedict?" 

You scrunched your nose and swiped your thumb along his lower lip as you pulled back to look at his red face. "Benedict is good in bed." Colin's face fell at your words. "He is also a good bother in law, but it is you, Colin that has my whole heart. No one can love me and please me as you can." 

Colin wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you closer to him, his nose burying itself in your neck, the mix of three fragrances filling his nose. "Perhaps, then, I'll please you again," he spoke as he kissed your collar bone, "and again," he kissed the hollow of your throat, "and again."

[asmutwriter]

A True Lady (Part 1)

This was originally a Benedict fic but I changed it to Anthony. So apologies if she seems flirty towards both of them, its likely because I missed it when I reread it to change the names.

Anthony x Reader

WORD COUNT: 4182

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: mentions of prostitution, time period sexism, swearing, talk of sex, kissing, drunk kissing

DISCLAIMERS

-   This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

It was your 19th birthday. You were helping one of your roommates get in the washing. You lived in a small house, able to afford a room but having to share with a few other people. You were helping out the girl that lived in the same room as you when a knock at the door distracted you. You saw a very well dressed man look at you “Excuse me ma’am, is Miss-” he reads the letter he has “-Smith living here?” you nod slightly

“That is me. How can I help you?” he hands you a letter.

“From your father”

“I’m sorry there must be a mistake” he shakes his head “No, you see I got told my father died years ago” he shakes his head again

“M’lady. Your father died a few days ago. This is his will” he motions his eyes at the letter “I’d recommend you read it” he clears his throat “we will come and collect you in a few days” and with that he bows and walks to his carriage. You go to speak again but get called by the other women. You quickly take the letter and place it into your corset. 

“Who was that?”

“A lord of sorts I believe. I think he lost his way” you smile at her as she nods “I completely forgot, I was meant to be doing a work thing today. So I’m going to go” you excuse yourself and go to work. 

It doesn’t pay much, but working in a factory defiantly gets you enough money for food on your plate. When you get there you meet with two of your friends, both on the same level of factory work as you. You pull out the will from your bodice whilst explaining what had happened. “But I thought your dad had died before you were born?”

“So did I” you open the letter and read it out loud

‘My dearly beloved family, if you are reading this I am afraid it is because I have succumbed to my illness and died. I want you all to know I love you with all my heart but I-” your eyes widen at the next line, your friends getting closer to you with anticipation “I feel like you are all like vultures and trying to get close to me. I know I was never the best father in the world, but for you all to try and get close to me as I lie dying, well it’s embarrassing for you all. So for each of you I leave a penny. Apart for my bastard child, Emily Smith, to which I leave the rest of my fortune and my entire estate. My dear, I hope my footman has managed to deliver this letter to you and I hope you are reading this. I am sorry we never met and I’m sorry you will be suddenly thrown into the limelight but as of receiving this letter you will no longer be known as Miss Emily Smith, but instead as Lady Emily Garcia. My footmen will pick you up in a few days after you receive this letter so you may have enough time to pack your belongings and make your way to your new life” You feel tears start to swell

“You’re going to be rich”

“Ooh a real lady” your friends joke with you and hug you as you stand in shock. You hear the boss call out your names. Yelling at you to either leave with no pay or get back to work. The three of you decide on the latter, you’re friend whispering to you before you separate on the work floor.

“When you become rich, don’t forget about us” you shake your head as you smile at them

“I would never forget my best friends”

-

A few months had passed since getting the letter. You said farewell to your home. Leaving behind the small room and your roommates behind. Thankfully you could write them letters to stay in touch but you’d only lived with them for a short while so hadn’t grown a strong bond with them. Not strong enough to bring them with you to your new life. So although you were sad in leaving them you were happy to move on with your life. You also didn’t tell them it was your father that had left a fortune as you were a bit worried they might try and steal it from you, knowing how light fingered a few of them were.

But none the less, here you were sitting at the head of your table, trying to remember which spoon was for which meal. The meal in question sat in front of you and your handmaiden awaiting eagerly for you to pick the correct utensils. You point to one of the forks and she shakes her head sadly and points to the correct fork. You grunt in annoyance “Why must I know the details of all the cutlery? No one shall see me eat anything anyway”

“It is only proper for you to know which one is which for if you go to a party, or for when you finally have a party”

“Or I could just not eat whenever that happens and drink a lot of whatever is on offer so I feel full” you smile at her to which she chuckles slightly “When am I able to throw a party?” you query

“When you have been considered part of high society. No one is aware of your father’s death apart from his family, and we are planning on keeping it that way until it gets out on its own. Or in a month or two” you nod

“Do we have any animals?” she shakes her head

“But if you would like any you would be able to afford them. Horses and dogs are always love-”

“I want chickens. Ooh and possibly some pigs!”

“Excuse me?”

“You said we could afford them...? Or did you mean we could only afford one set of animals, like a singular dog or something? Sorry, I both keep forgetting that we have money but that also think we have unlimited money” she shakes her head and laughs slightly

“No miss, when people tend to say they want animals they tend to say more... domesticated creatures like a dog, or even a cat” you nod

“But if we had more farm animals then we could sell things like eggs and milk, we could also give it to those less fortunate in order to keep our charisma up amongst the people. I’d be happy to look after them all as well, I know not everyone is happy to clean animals out or anything” she nods and smiles at you

“I think getting some animals would be a marvellous idea. We have enough money to afford paddocks for them and enough land as well” you smile as you both talk about the animals you could have and where they could be placed on your land.

-

This is how you met the duke. Turns out your father had close ties to him and when you mentioned animals to your servants they introduced you to him, who was happy to guide you to the best farmers around. You grew a close friendship with him, which you enjoyed. He also understood what it was like to be seen down on by some members of society so you already had that in common. You thought you knew him fully, until you met his wife. Daphne. He’d said to you a few times that he would never get married so when he came to you with his newly wed wife you were shocked. But this only lasted a few moments as you grew a friendship with her as well, welcoming her to stay with you at any time if she wanted to get away from her duchess duties, or even her wifely duties, to which she was more than happy to stay with you a few times over the course of their early marriage. Then you got word of her pregnancy which also shocked you, but you were glad your close friends were happy and in love. 

This is when you got a letter from her one morning. It asked if she could possibly come to see you and get away from prying eyes when she was in the latter half of her pregnancy. You happily agreed, asking if she’d come to visit next week to which she accepted.

So when the day arrived, you heard her carriage pull up and you ran outside to great your friend. You brought her into a hug “It has been so long! I can’t believe you managed to get knocked up” she looks slightly shocked at your words, when you hear a cough from behind you. A man with dark eyes meets your gaze

“You weren’t wrong sister” you shoot a curious look at him then back at her. She places her hands on your shoulders and smile at you

“So I mentioned coming here to my mother and she said that it’d be lovely for her to come and join me, just to keep an eye. And the next thing I knew all of them had said they wanted to join” you see three young children jump out of a different carriage and run up the length of the garden to the house entrance, followed by a young lady shouting after them. You look inside the carriage Daphne had been in and saw a woman and 2 men. You bow slightly at them and then furrow your brows

“I thought you were one of eight, but I only count seven”

“Yes Colin couldn’t join us as he’s on his travels” you nod and smile at them all as they exit and look around. You link arms with your friend, and lean towards her

“I still can’t believe you got knocked up” you whisper to which she chuckles and playfully hits your arm “to be fair, with how you talked about your antics beforehand I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner”

“Emily!” you laugh at her sudden embarrassment and head inside. 

It had come to dinner time and you were helping your maids serve food for you and your guests. Although you knew it is improper for the lady of the house to help you found yourself feeling to mean to let them do it on their own and it really didn’t bother you. But as you went and gathered everyone to sit down you found yourself at the head of the table, Daphne one side of you, her mother the other, the variety of siblings down the length of the table with the viscount at the other end. You all begin eating, a few minutes in the mother speaks up. “Are we not to be joined by the lord of the house?”

“Oh there is no lord” she looks confused “I’m not married” you smile at her. She nods and looks at your hand

“But your ring...?”

“Oh, I wear it to trick certain men into thinking I’m a wed woman so they don’t try and flirt with me. I actually just found it amongst some of my father’s belongings when I moved in”

“Does that not deter you from men who want to marry you” you laugh 

“Men don’t want to marry me. They tend to find me strange and to independent. So I try not to attract them if I can help it” you look at the sister as she looks at you in awe

“So you don’t ever want to marry?” you shrug “isn’t that against everything in your title? And your gender?” you nod

“Yes it is. My title and my gender implies that I should get married and bare children but I’ve seen far too many women suffer greatly from pregnancy and child birth. Plus the heartbreak they often have. I think I’ll pass on it all” You smile and carry on with your meal as some of the table looks at you with amusement, the others with a slight disgust. Violet clears her throat and moves on the conversation. You see the eldest son exchange a few words with his brother but they are too far away for you to hear. At the end of the meal you go up to the eldest brother “I have a few men coming round for work purposes tomorrow and I wondered if you would like to meet them? All businessmen and lords and so on. I think it might be good from a business point of view for you” he nods

“That would be very nice, I’d like to meet them indeed” he smiles as you all part ways for the night. 

The next morning you are awake early, dressed in your finest dress as you great various lords. You have them all go into a room “I will go get Lord Bridgeton for you shortly” you smile and leave the room, shutting the door behind you before placing your ears to the door. You feel a touch on your shoulder which makes you jump. You meet Benedict’s blue eyes and you cover his mouth before he goes to say something. You whisper to him “I’m eavesdropping to see what they say about me to see if they deserve tea and biscuits or not” he chuckles and places his ear next to the door with you as you both listen in on the conversation. Anthony also walks up to which you shush him as well and explain. He rolls his eyes but waits patiently as the two of you stand by the door.

“Goodness how long does it take her to bring him?”

“I mean, I’d also be straining given how big her breasts are. They must be heavy things”

“Oh yes but my god they look good on her” you hold back a slight laugh, finding it amusing how awful some men can be.

“I’d quite like to see her undressed though”

“Have you not heard the rumours? She apparently only managed to get this place because she was screwing the Lord himself”

“Goodness I bet she puts out for everyone”

“I’ve heard that she is great with her mouth”

“I guess we’ll see later wont we gentlemen”

“She won’t do anything whilst the Bridgeton’s are here, she may be great in bed but she wouldn’t want to ruin her relations with them”

“I don’t know, if she keeps giving me those sex eyes I might have to have my way with her” you move away from the door and take a deep breath. You feel both brothers’ eyes on you as you try not to cry out in annoyance. You finally lift your head up and look at the oldest one

“Shall we go in?” your voice cracks slightly. He shakes his head 

“I do not wish to be near such awful people” you shrug

“That is your choice, but I cannot be put down by what men think of me” You half smile at him, but he notices it does not meet your eyes. “Don’t let on that we heard them, please?” he nods slightly and you see him look behind you at his other brother to which you turn around. “Or you?” to which he also nods. You shake your hands in a fashion to get yourself ready then flatten your dress “God sometimes I hate having tits...” you whisper under your breath as you open the door and greet your guests with a fake smile “Gentlemen, viscount Anthony Bridgeton. I shall leave you all alone to query your ideas. If you need me I will be tending to my animals” you smile and exit, shutting the door behind you. Benedict reaches out a hand towards you as a sign of comfort but you shake your head “I’m ok... thank you...” you give him a sad but genuine smile as you leave, going up to your library in hopes that some fictional world can help you forget about the real world even if only for 5 minutes. 

Half an hour or so must’ve passed until you hear a knock on the door “come in” as you look up to see the eldest brother walk in.

“I thought I would come and check you were ok” you nod

“I am fine. I’m used to such words, the problems of being a women completely independent from a man I suppose” you place your book down as he steps in more and pushes the door to, but not shutting it completely. “I hope you didn’t tarnish any propositions they gave you just because of the words they said about me?” he shakes his head

“They didn’t have anything I wanted anyway. Either too expensive to invest in or not bringing in enough money for my sake” you nod as you watch him come behind your chair and angle you to look into the mirror that is in the room. He smiles at you in the reflection as he leans down to your height “I want you to be able to see that you are a kind and genuine person that is doing an amazing job at running a house. You are beautiful both inside and out and none of those men deserve you” you smile at his words and turn to face him, only mere inches away from him 

“Thank you... I needed that” you smile at him and gently kiss his forehead before leaning back in your chair. He looks slightly shocked by the affection but stands up straight and coughs slightly

“I shall leave you to it, and probably see you at dinner” you nod and wave at him as he exits. You then get back to your reading. 

Hours pass and it is dinner, you all sit and eat together. You come to realise that the brothers don’t seem to have told anyone about what they heard.

 A couple more days pass. You had gotten close to all the Bridgeton family. The youngest being sweet and kind. Violet helping you with proper etiquette. Daphne being your good friend. Eloise and Benedict helping you broaden your horizons when it came to arts such as drawing and reading. Lastly Anthony giving you good trade offers and other tradesmen that you could work with. You’d gotten the closest with him, spending most of your time together as you talked business.

As another night falls upon your house you find yourself outside lying on the grass looking at the sky. You have had difficulty sleeping due to the stress of going to be public and attending your first ball in a weeks’ time and you found the night sky incredibly relaxing. Apparently you are not the only one either as you hear someone sit next to you. You turn your head to see Anthony looking up at the sky. You half smile and look back up. Only a few minutes pass before he breaks the silence “You know, a lady shouldn’t be out here on her own with a strange man” you chuckle slightly

“You aren’t a strange man. A man yes, strange no” he chuckles

“A stranger then” you nod 

“True. I suppose I’m not one for formalities though” he nods and it is silent again. You sit up, pulling out a flask and offering it to him, to which he agrees taking a sip. You smile as you also drink from it after him 

“God that is strong” he coughs slightly as you chuckle 

“I’m still learning the basics of brewing it. This is the 3rd batch I’ve made” he chuckles slightly and nods, watching as you take another sip

“This may be an incredibly personal question but what did you do before you lived here?”

“You don’t know?” he shakes his head and murmurs

“No. I know you inherited this place from your father when he died but that’s all I know” you nod and look down, fiddling with the bow on the front of your nightdress

“I was born into a poor family. My mother did her best to look after me but she died when I was young. So I knew from a young age I had to make my own living. But I didn’t know how so I started stealing. Just small things. Food mainly. But I stole from this woman when I must’ve been about eleven. She caught me, but noticed I was starving so looked after me. Gave me a home and a job in a factory. I worked there for eight years until I received the letter from my father” you chuckle slightly “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bombard you with so much stuff...” he shakes his head as he watches you lie down. You offer him the drink again to which he takes a sip from.

“I wanted to know” you hear him take in a sharp breath. Not sure if it’s from the alcohol or the cold air “I would like to apologise again for those men from a few days ago”

“That wasn’t your fault in any way so no need to be sorry. I’m just sorry that you had to hear such horrific things. I promise I don’t put out as they said” he takes another sip before handing it to you

“I’m sure you don’t”

“I mean I’ve defiantly kissed people but that’s an affection thing rather than a sexual thing” he chuckles as you giggle slightly. The alcohol had definitely settled in now. You could tell that much from the way you both were acting. Although neither of you had had much of it, it was very strong so only a few sips seemed to affect you both. This is also when you remembered that you were always maybe a little too open and friendly towards people when intoxicated

“When was your first kiss then?” you shyly shrug, trying to ignore the heat rising to your face.

“Probably about two years ago” He nods. You see his eyes dart to look at your lips as he leans down closer to you, lying next to you so you’re only mere inches away. He looks back at your eyes as he gently strokes your cheek “Yeah. It was a night similar to this. We were drinking and I confessed that I’d never kissed anyone and he said I couldn’t live my life not having kissed anyone. So we then had a kiss. It wasn’t very long and there wasn’t any tongue or anything but it was good” you realise that whilst you were speaking he was looking at you. You couldn’t quite tell how he was feeling. Amused, excited and something else. You smile up at him as he smiles down at you. His pupils dilated from the effects of the alcohol.

“So you enjoy kissing then?” you nod and feel your cheeks go red. You feel his thumb move from your cheek to brush over your lips.

“Goodness” you feel yourself getting redder as you continue to make eye contact so you break it. You feel his finger gently move your head back to look at him again and he smiles sweetly at you. He gently strokes the other side of your cheek with his thumb

“When did you last kiss someone?”

“I-I don’t remember. Probably over a year ago”

“Do you want to change that?” you swallow deeply as your breath hitches with those words. Letting out a small nod he smiles and gets closer to you, noses barely touching. “May I?” you nod again and without hesitation he presses his lips to yours. Your wrap both your arms around his neck, one getting caught in his hair and the other in the back of his shirt. He takes it slow and as a few minutes pass he breaks the kiss, looking down at you to see how you’d react. You let out a small whine and your eyes dart back down to his lips then back to his eyes. He smirks as he kisses you once again, moving so he is between your legs, his forearm on the floor next to your head and the other placed gently in your hair. You keep kissing intensely, only breaking apart for a few seconds for air. Before you can catch your breath he’s kissing your jaw line. Letting you catch your breath before he comes back up to kiss you. You run a hand through his hair. Pulling him into you as your tongues dance around each other. After a few minutes he pulls away. Admiring your kiss swollen lips. “We should leave before a servant sees us” you nod slightly as he places a quick kiss to your lips as he sits up properly. Standing up and pulling you with him. You feel light headed from the kissing and a new sensation forming between your legs so he helps you back to your bedroom, before he makes his way to his. 

[inknopewetrust]

Rumors Spiral

Summary: As you enter your third season, your family’s economic status begins to infringe on the ability to find a match... but it’s not like you wanted any of them anyway.

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!Reader (Bridgerton)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: language, some suggestive material.  

A/N: thank you for requesting this @screechingdreamercollectorsblog​!

It had been nearly three hours and not a single man had approached you and asked for a spot on your dance card. Your mother watched from the corner of the room, talking with Lady Featherington about their frivolous economic troubles because of their husband’s inability to protect their assets. Money, for you anyway, had never been something that you cared much about. But on that particular day, at that particular ball, it was all you could think of when it came to the reason why no one was lining up for your favor. 

It was because of Lady Whistledown’s pamphlet that morning. It had changed everything. 

“They say eat the rich, but no one is willing to take in the poor.” 

“What a bloody shit-stack, you know that right? This person, this woman apparently-” Anthony was quite angered by the pamphlet in his clutch as you stood in the doorway of his study. Had you not brought the society papers with you as he escorted you to the ball tonight, he would have never known. 

“But is it not true? My family is no better than the Featherington’s and now that they know of what I father spent it on? I assume many men will find it difficult to see me as a legitimate child now.” 

“You-” 

“Do not defend me if you are going to say I have qualities my father had, I really would rather hear something else.” You huffed, unable to fully breathe in the tight corset your mother was sure to squeeze you in before you left the house. You flopped exaggeratedly in the leather chair across from Anthony as he laid his head in his hands on his desk, looking at you with those big brown eyes you’ve known all your life. 

“You will find a husband this season. After all, it is your third and it will be far too embarrassing to call you a friend if Eloise gets an offer before you.” 

“Anthony!” 

“Sorry, sorry!” The smile on his face said otherwise but you weren’t going to drag out the agonizing realization that he could be right in just a few short months. 

“If you weren’t already married I would beg you to marry me.” Anthony laughed, falling back into his chair with a little swivel. The gold band that blinded the once uncatchable man to Kate was something you never saw coming, but it worked. It always worked for the Bridgerton’s in the end, but never for you. 

“I am not entirely convinced I would have been the one you wanted to marry.” Anthony returned your narrowed gaze with a curious, almost knowing one. Anthony was far from stupid, reckless yes, but idiotic no. He knew you like the back of his own hand, perhaps just as well as his sisters and wife, and he knew about Benedict. 

“I am not sure I know what you mean.” It wasn’t a question. 

“You know I have two perfectly available brothers who would make excellent husbands.” 

“Boasting your kin? I am flattered but Colin and Gregory are both far too young for an old bat like me.” 

“Old bat? You’re two years older than Daphne! Besides, I know Colin is far from ready for marriage and Gregory isn’t even old enough to ride a proper horse. Though, Benedict would most likely ride anything.” 

“Even married you are still a complete rake.” 

The laughter of two longtime friends filled the study loudly. Kate had been fixing her gloves in the hall when the noise completely filled the surrounding area which made her shake her head. But she loved you dearly, understood how much you meant to Anthony, and had been in your position once too. She would help Anthony help you find a husband even if it were the last thing any of them did. 

“And what is all this noise about?” Kate appeared in the open doorway with a sly smirk on her face, one that often matched her husbands. They were two perfect puzzle pieces that found their way to one another in the most unlikely of circumstances. 

“Your husband is still the most perverted man on this planet and I truly do not know how you put up with him.” 

“That is something I fear will never change.” 

You rose from your seat at the same time Anthony did, though he was shaking his head at your comment. Anthony grabbed his dress jacket off the back of the chair and slipped it on his lean shoulders before walking over to Kate, offering his arm to her while placing a kiss on her cheek. 

It was with these two, and the plethora of other Bridgerton’s that often littered the family home and ballrooms, that you felt most comfortable. They had been a second family to you while your father slept away his earnings and your mother locked herself away from the world. You had no siblings to lean on, your father’s name would not carry into a new generation of people, but you were still forced into the high society season of match making to make a name for your family that made your maiden name disappear. But you didn’t want any of those men. 

“Y/n, are you coming?” 

You hadn’t realized you didn’t leave the room because you were lost in thought when a dapper ray of light appeared before you in the doorway where Kate and Anthony had just exited. It was a hypothetical ray of light, after all, it was the evening, but it was still just as heart-thumping, body warming, most welcoming feeling as if he were the sun. Benedict Bridgerton was that sun with his slightly crooked smile and glittering eyes amidst the candle light. 

“I did not know you were coming tonight.” 

You broke the trace with the movement of your feet and fell in step with the tall man as you walked down the hall and to the carriage that was waiting to take you away to meet a man that would become your husband. 

“I wasn’t but I-” There was a hesitancy in his voice. He had read the papers. He knew what Lady Whistledown had written about you, about your family. 

“You read what they wrote.” 

“Yes.” 

“And you came to escort me instead of letting Anthony do it because you felt bad?” 

“I-um, I suppose so, yes.” 

The conversation stalled as you entered the carriage, sitting across from Benedict who had an almost unreadable scowl on his face. The man was rarely upset about anything, so the look was unfamiliar. 

“Are you upset with me?” 

He let his admission of reading the papers sit for nearly ten minutes before he attempted conversation again. Pity, was perhaps the worst feeling one could receive when they didn’t want it. Benedict knew you didn’t want the pity of others because of your father’s actions yet he couldn’t help but give it because he had seen what Kate went through and the toll it took on her season, and he certainly didn’t want that for you. Your eyes remained trained on the passing countryside as you followed troves of others to Cliveden. The situation was difficult, everything was difficult and coming to a head at the worst possible moment. 

“No. I am not upset with you.” 

A weight of fear lifted from Benedict’s shoulder but he didn’t continue talking. The carriage drew to a stop, signaling your arrival at Cliveden, to which he looked at the entrance and saw his family waited expectantly with smiles, either nervous or happy, looking in their direction. The door opened, letting him out first before he extended his hand to you. There was no hesitation in taking it and it was without any doubt that when your hands met, it felt like the most natural, perfect thing in the world. Gloved and smooth, but full of an unspoken want that couldn’t be vocalized because of the scene. 

“Save a dance for me?” It came out as a needy whisper he didn’t intend, but before Benedict could properly secure the dance on the card that hung from the hand he was holding, Daphne swept you away and your hand fell from his. 

It was three hours later and the ball was becoming more of a burden with every moment. Not a single man had approached you other than Anthony with a glass of champagne, or Colin who indulged you in his travels over the last year. But you watched as the mother who didn’t come with you chatted away as if the news of the day didn’t affect how the night was going and watched as women far worse in looks and attitude found dance partners in all types of men, both young and old, but still, none of them wanted you. 

It was clear to anyone with eyes that Lady Whistledown’s papers were the reason, but no one had the gall to approach you and say something until the fourth hour of pure mundane activity. 

“Y/n, what a surprise it is to see you here.” 

You turned your head to the left at the arrival of Lady Cressida Cowper. You couldn’t help but look at her and remember the difficult time she had given Daphne during her season last year, but here the former woman was, still without a husband. 

“Cressida, I would say it would be too but I know you love a good reason to get dressed up and dance with men.” 

The smile she gave was curt, mean, and downright sinister. Cressida was there to burn you to a crisp because you were less than she was now and she was in no way willing to share any light with a woman she viewed as less than herself. 

“Your father was the same way with women it appears. I do wonder, how Daphne Bridgerton allowed such a scandal to enter her first ball this season? Perhaps it’s at her brother’s command. Even with a Duke as a husband she listens to him at every turn. And he always comes to your rescue.” 

“The Duchess invited me herself, as a friend, as a woman of the season. I do not need my friends to defend my honor for me.” 

“That is a shame then.” Cressida moved from your left to your right, picking at the fabric of your dress. Had she noticed it was one of the same ones you wore last season? 

“I have heard many men say you are already ruined. Your father’s exploits leaving you without a dowry, no money to give a husband. None of these men here would want a woman ruined.” 

“I don’t believe I understand you.” It took everything not to cry in front of that woman. 

“Then let me be more clear, there is not a man here who wants you as a wife. Now, I would spare us all the embarrassment of being in your company and leave before you spoil a man’s appetite.”

A glance over her shoulder told you everything you needed to know about the room. The eyes were fluttering to you both. Your mother promptly missing from the crowd and no Bridgerton in sight to save you. You were alone, at the worst of moments without a friend. 

“Go now, Y/n, save us from your meager presence.” 

So you left. 

The people in the long corridors of Cliveden spared you a glance of not pity, no, of disgust. Their eyes watched long after you passed them, your face filled with pink fury and your eyes shining in no way similar to the way Benedict’s had been only hours earlier. The courtyard was filled with staggering groups of people; courting couples, married couples, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, and two Bridgerton men who always looked when you entered a room. 

Anthony hadn’t been facing you when you burst through the doors and off to the right, heading toward the parked carriages that were waiting to take Cliveden’s guests home. Benedict watched as you all but ran in that direction, far away from the grand estate his sister called home. He placed a hand on Anthony’s shoulder, not looking anywhere but your retreating figure and hastily followed. 

“Y/n!” 

The first call was faint. 

“Y/n!” 

The second was clear, loud. It surely grasped the attention of those outside and those tending the horses. 

“Y/n, wait!” 

“No! let me go!” Benedict had grabbed your arm but you roughly tore it away from him as he stood helplessly. 

“Why are you running away? Did someone try something?” He was helpless yet incredibly panicked by the look on your face. It was broken, sad, nothing he had ever seen before. Your eyes were filled with nothing but tears. 

“Do you know what they say about me? That I’m ruined? That I am not my Mother’s daughter, some bastard that doesn’t belong! Cressida Cowper said that men, they-I- they, they don’t want me, that I’m displeasing.” 

“You are not displeasing, Y/n, please-” 

“I will never find a husband if all the men in there think I’m some bastard whore because of what my father did.” 

“You are not those things, Y/n. You are not those things.” 

Benedict watched as you simply crumpled to the floor in tears. He knew it was wrong, being here alone with you in a stretch of land that was not chaperoned and the rumors (as false as they were) about your virtue. But he couldn’t sit there and watch you fall to pieces in front of him. He took off the dress jacket he was wearing and placed it over your shoulders before sitting down next to you on the ground. The pebbles of the path digging into his body as he let you cry into his chest and he held you tightly. 

“You are none of those things.” He mumbled quietly as you continued to cry. 

“You are the most kind, gentle person I have ever had the privilege of knowing. Anyone who says otherwise can take it up with me if they do not see you the way I see you.” That elicited a chuckle from you which made his heart and his face smile. 

“You mustn’t say those things, Mr. Bridgerton. I might ask you to take pity on me and take me out of my misery and marry me.” 

“That wouldn’t be asking me for anything.” 

You weren’t sure if it was the tone of his voice, or the words themselves, but they gave you an odd sense of hope that you were afraid to have. Even after Benedict tried to calm your emotions with kind words and laughter, you believed he would be much better off with a woman of high status, one that had money to bring into his life, and one that would make a much more proper wife than yourself. If he had married you, those rumors that began circulating at the ball would follow him all the way to the marriage bed. No one cared what men did before they found their match, but no man wanted a woman who was seen as anything less than pure. 

“I should leave.” You broke away from him, though still found yourself far too close in proximity to what is called proper. His arms still encircled your body and your hands still clasped the vest with golden buttons adorning it. 

“You could stay.” 

“Benedict... I need to leave.” 

He watched as you released yourself from his grasp and dropped his jacket into his lap and made haste toward the carriages once more. Anthony found Benedict unmoved nearly twenty minutes later without a jacket, and without you. Anthony let out a sigh as he placed his hands on his hips exaggerated in his stance. 

“I cannot keep seeing you in misery every time she walks away from you. You go to her house tomorrow and I will not let you leave it until you tell her how you feel.”

“What if she says no? I asked her to stay and she left.” 

“Brother-” Anthony crouched down to meet his brother’s eye. Never in his life did he think he would have to convince Benedict that the woman he was clearly in love with, loved him back. 

“-I can assure you that she will not say no.” 

“You mean that?” 

“I would not dare lie about the people I care about most.” 

The next morning you awoke with an internal sense of dread. The room was gray as the rain hit your window violently and no sun peaked through the thin white curtains that kept you away from society. Laying on your back, you stared at the canopy of the blue four poster bed and imagined life as if nothing terrible happened the night before. Perhaps you would have a line of suitors out the door, maybe your mother wouldn’t lock herself away for the day in sorrow of your father’s abandonment as his financial reckoning left you with nothing. But instead you slept over breakfast and refused to leave the room. 

It wasn’t until nearly ten that a knock from your housemaid, Alice, popped her head in with a nervous smile. She looked at your silhouette, laying away from her as you wallowed. 

“Miss... Miss.” She came over and gently shook you as if you weren’t awake. You rolled over again, looking her in the eye as she bathed you in sympathy. 

“Miss you have a caller.” 

“What?” This had to have been some sick joke. 

“You have a caller downstairs. I am not allowed to say anything more. We must get you ready-” 

“No I-I no.” You rose out of bed like some creature finally coming into the light and covered your nightgown with a ruffled robe you were sure Daphne would have been jealous of. It was one of the finest items you had kept from being sold by your mother. 

“That is not proper, Miss. You have a caller.”

“It is probably a farce, Alice. It will not take me long to scare them away with my empty pockets and loose body.” Alice tilted her head in disappointment, knowing that is not who you are. But as you threw open the heavy brown door, she quickly fell into step behind you, still babbling about the improper outfit you wore. 

“Alice I do not care!” 

“Nor do I.” 

You rounded the corner to the sitting room to find a very damp Benedict Bridgerton standing in the middle of the room. Benedict was your caller. His hair had been plastered to his skull from the rain but he still looked like the most perfect man you had ever had the opportunity of looking at. 

“What are you doing here? Why are you not still at Cliveden?” 

“I had more pressing matters here, I suppose.” 

“And Anthony let you leave a family weekend early?” 

As if he appeared at the sound of his name, you could hear Anthony quietly ask Alice to leave the room. The sound of the hall doors closing was the sign she complied. Benedict could only offer a slight shrug of his shoulders and a sly, quirked smile. It was those small, unsure smiles that you loved so much. 

“Like I said, more pressing matters.” 

“I am not entirely sure how to say this-” He approached with a pattern of small steps as he rung the black gloves in his hand in nervousness. 

“I should apologize for last night. I shouldn’t have let you put yourself in the position of helping me, as it could influence your reputation.” 

“Please do not apologize. You always apologize.” He gave a little laugh that was far too light for your own feelings. 

“I am here as a caller, Y/n.” So it was no joke. 

“You want to call on me?” 

“If you’ll have me.” 

The feeling was overwhelming to say the least. You had lost everything not a mere six months ago, and not two days prior had Lady Whistledown exposed the darkest secrets of your family for the entire populous to see. And here, on a cold, dreary day in London, Benedict Bridgerton was asking to court you. Benedict Bridgerton, the one who you had loved since you were a little girl was asking to be a part of your life in the most intimate of ways. 

“And you want me? After everything that has been said?” 

“Y/n, I would want you if you were a kitchen girl or a horse maiden. I have loved you for my entire life and if I must court you for the entire season to ask you for your hand, I will do that with no complaints.” 

Benedict loved you. 

“Ben I-” Ben. The only person in his life that he lets call him that. 

“I, my goodness, we are quite thick skulled are we not?” 

“I believe we just might be.” Benedict took your hands in his and his thumbs caressed the backs of them carefully as you gathered your thoughts. He knew what he wanted, he was just waiting for you to tell him the words he always wanted to hear. 

“If you came here this morning and got down on one knee, I would have said yes. Ben, I have loved you since I was nearly ten. Anthony used to tease me about it when I would come over for tea and I truly have no idea how you never noticed.” You laughed and for the first time in days, Benedict had seen the smile reach your eyes. 

“Tell me something, Y/n.” You looked at Benedict with serious eyes. He searched them for any doubts but he never found any. 

“If I get down on one knee three months from now, would you say yes?” 

“There would never be a moment that the answer to that question would be a no.” Now the both of you were smiling like two school children. As improper as it was, Benedict couldn’t help but take your face in his hands and plant his lips to yours in a searing kiss. One that you both had been waiting your entire lives for. He pulled away after a second, your hands now moved to his arms that were still as damp as they were minutes ago. 

“I’m sorry... I shouldn’t-” 

You simply shut him up with another kiss. After all, there was no one else you were ever going to kiss, going to love, other than Benedict Bridgerton. On the other side of the door, Anthony was grinning with his ear to the door. He couldn’t help but be a little devious in his interest to know that you both finally admitted your feelings to one another and in just a few months, he would have his best friend as a sister-in-law, married to his brother whom he knew loved her with every ounce of his body. 

[kaythefloppa]

Wild Kratts Headcanon Time! Time for a bunch of backstory/angst (this one may not be that bad but it is still upsetting): This one's of our favorite villain! Z. Varmitech!

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Zachary was a shitty pet owner growing up. Unlike Donita and Gourmand, endangering wild-life wasn't in the family. But his parents did spoil him and the lack of limitations that were put on him allowed his bad behavior to fester. His ideas of "fun" with his pets would often be playing dangerous games with them, or making them into his toys.

When Zach went to school, he became the subject of mockery for his awful treatment of his pets. Some was constructive criticism on how to raise a pet, whilst others took it too far, too which Zach internalized as jealousy and handled poorly.

Two brothers took notice of Zach's mistreatment of his pets and calmly asked him to stop. This failed, but the brothers didn't want to give up.

For the next months, it became a hobby of theirs to ruin Zach's fun and help the animals he hurt. Of course this only made Zach hate them more and give them mean nicknames, but they didn't care.

One attempt at stopping Zach turned into a full on screaming match in which a certain green brother lost his temper and gave the rich kid a good old fashioned kick, which brought the attention of the parents.

The Varmitechs were quick to file a restraining order against the Kratts until Linda fired back by threatening to call the authorities on the Varmitechs for animal abuse & neglect. Not wanting their reputation to be tarnished, they quickly complied and gave away their pets.

In addition, Zach was reprimanded for his actions and sent to science camp in hopes of getting him to find healthier interests.

And of course the young Varmitech hated it. He always got what he wanted. And now thanks to those Wild Ratts he's being held back from his potential. At least science camp wouldn't be a total waste, right?

Another camper, 2 years older than him who responded to, Aviva, had come here by choice. Zach immediately took disinterest in her. She always outshined him in everything. Making a clock, building, quizzes. It was always her.

Upon getting out of science camp, Zach inherited his parents' money and moved into an apartment in New Hampshire.

Transitioning into middle age was boring for Zach. He needed inspiration. He needed something in his life that he can look forward to.

Then he remembered his old hobbies. Robots made out of animals. He got a wicked idea....

"Look out world. Genius, Zachary Benedict Varmitech is back!"

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It's 3AM so I can't type too much.

I think Zach's lack of education and respect for animals stems from how he never received any as a child. His parents spoiled him, which was a result of a generational chain of spoiling and snobbery. His endeavors of using animals as robots was inspired by his sick childhood hobby. He is an intelligent person at heart but often uses his intelligence for his own selfishness.

Some other things to note:

1. He met Donita & Gourmand at the Inner Villains' seminar, sometime after the pilot. They bonded over their hatred of the Wild Kratts.

2. Zach can message the brothers at will because of a virus he implanted into the Tortuga's communication system to which he can easily message them whenever he wants (as expected he definitely has accidentally came across some really embarrassing moments that they collectively choose not to speak about).

3. Zach purposefully invented his bots to be programmable instead of making them sentient out of fear of them turning against him.

4. He does get arrested. After the Habitat Rescue fiasco, he and the villains are originally put on death row, but due to pleading guilty (if you tried destroying the world, I don't think even you could cover your ass) and other events I'm too lazy to put down, they get life in prison. During that time, Zach realizes the error of his ways and is content with the consequences of his actions.

(Yes I'm one of those people who likes a redemption arc for him but I say he damn well better get his shit together, not that we don't love him 💖)

[woniepop]

TYPES OF DATES ENHYPEN WOULD TAKE YOU ON!

Pairings: Enhypen x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: cursing and mentions of alcohol if you squint

Word Count: about 300 - 400 per member

a/n: this is my first enhypen work if it sucks pls tell me LOL I ALSO LEFT HEESUNGS ON A SAD NOTE OOPS. Also I wrote some of this at 2 am and it is raining so hard. I live in SoCal and I feel like I can’t function when it rains so I had to blast music in my headphones but it’s okay Iz*one’s Fiesta is top tier. I did not mean for it to turn out this long lol.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Lee Heesung

- Karaoke

Sitting on the couch of the private karaoke room, exhausted having just sung and danced all of I Can’t Stop Me, Heesung reaches out to take some of the kimbap you had made together before karaoke happened, kind of like two dates in one day. Since he was always busy, he wanted to spend the most amount of time he could with you this weekend, in case he couldn’t meet you the next. Heesung always did a great job of making you feel loved and appreciated, and today he especially wanted to give all his love and attention to you.

“We should rap all of Canceled in one breathe” Heesung suggests, knowing it was a whole three minute song. Although you know you’d die, you nod excitedly, ready to shout at the top of your lungs “THIS YOU?” because Tana definitely gets canceled every 5-7 business days. He starts off the song, both screaming at the top of your lungs, starting off with Bryce Hall 😼. The song goes very swimmingly actually, definitely taking more than one or two breathes.

Taking a call from your phone, you step outside so as to not disturb the caller with Shake it Off. Your mother wanted you home soon, but you desperately wanted to spend more time with Heesung. Stepping back into the room, you decide one more song is short enough to catch the last train home, you grab the remote and pick your last song, Perfect. It was definitely slower paced than the songs you had sang before but you wanted to have at least one moment of romance before it’s completely dead. Taking your hands, he wraps them around his neck and places his hands on your hips and sways side to side as he sings every word beautifully. Even if you could sing as good as him, he was always so hypnotizing when he sang to you. Ending the song with a kiss, you guys both pull away, very sad at the fact that the night has come to an end.

THE REST ARE UNDER THE CUT!!

༑ ࿐ྂ。Jay Park

- Aquarium

- Aquarium

Walking through the hallways hand in hand, you enjoy each other’s presence while admiring all the children excited about the stingray that just swam by. Watching Jay’s face light up when he had finally found the sea otters, you giggle at how cute it was. “Look at all the baby sea otters, Y/n, they’re so cute ahhhh'' He says eagerly. Pulling out your phone to take a picture of him, he grabs your hand and takes your phone. “No, Y/n, we have to take this picture togetherrrr.” he whines. Sighing, you agree and wait for him to find someone to help take the picture for him, obviously right next to the sea otters. 

Continuing down the aquarium building, you find the automatic sliding door leading to the outside. Knowing exactly what lies beyond those doors, you pull Jay’s hand and rush out. As a kid, you loved coming to the aquarium to spend time at the petting tank, and now you got to experience it with Jay. Finding a spot at the tank, you dip your hand in and touch the bamboo sharks. You sigh in relief at the nostalgia of it, and turn your head to Jay. “Don’t you want to touch them too?” You ask innocently. Faced flushed, he frantically shakes his head, giving you a blatant no.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you bask in his presence, exhausted by the exciting day you had. Turning on his phone to check the time, you notice he’d set his lockscreen to you. “Did you take that while I was petting the sharks?” Embarrassed, he turns away and avoids the question. “HEY, I could take a picture of you alone for my wallpaper but you could??? Why is this so unfair???” you ask. 

“Because…” He says with a sheepish smile on his face. You quickly take out your phone and snap a picture. After a moment of playful fighting and begging to delete the photo on Jay’s end, he ultimately gave up and let you save it as your lock screen as well.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Jake Sim

- Laser tag

Having Jake as a partner, he’d always taken you on more high energy, adrenaline rushing dates, and today was no different. This date, however, he decided to take you to play laser tag, something you had never done before. Entering the lobby, you both decide to be on the same team for the first round, which helped you feel a bit of relief. Choosing a vest to put on, you get very very tangled in it, which causes Jake to laugh a bit but he eventually helps you out.

During your first round, Jake helps you out, staying by your side the entire time and even holding your hand to lead you through the room. It felt really nice, seeing him so protective of you in the moment, but you knew better than to like the thought of it too much, because the next round was going to be a lot different. Unexpectedly, your team lost, which made Jake feel even more competitive and pumped up for the next round.

The next round starts, and surprise!!!!! You and Jake are on opposing teams. It starts off very well actually :D. As soon as you enter the room, your heart starts beating out of your chest and you’re so nervous to be alone. Cautiously maneuvering through the hallways, you scan the premises thoroughly, knowing if Jake ever sees you throughout the game you’d be screwed. Surprisingly enough, you go a bit of time before you hear your vest’s alarm go off, signalling to you that someone has gotten you. You look all around you taking some time before finding Jake crouching on the other side of the wall. You run to the other side of the same wall, and decide to scare him before he could shoot you again. It works out very well, because the next time you see him, he screams and drops to the floor in shock. Taking this chance, you shoot his vest and run away, leaving him no time to get you back.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Park Sunghoon

- Birthday Party

Laying on the floor of your living room with Sunghoon, you lie on your back, trying to cool your body down as much as possible. The hot and humid Korean summers were definitely always fun, but not when you were craving cuddles. Thinking of activities the both of you could do without overheating, you think back to how refreshing all the ice cream was at your friend’s recent birthday party. Although it wasn’t even close to your guys’ birthdays, it gave you a great idea. You shoot up and rush to get dressed, leaving Sunghoon very confused. 

Finished, you come back to the living room. “Sunghoon, get dressed. We’re going to the market.” Without question, he does as you ask and you both head to the market in no time. 

Walking hand in hand down the ice cream aisle, you grab all the flavors you enjoy, filling your whole basket with different ice creams, toppings, fruit, drinks, and even a cake. “You’re quite hungry, aren’t you?” Sunghoon teases, earning him a slap to the arm.

As soon as you get home, you send Sunghoon alone to the bedroom, telling him you need time to prepare everything. You had pulled all the stops, whipping out the cheap snoopy shaved ice maker, birthday party hats, streamers, balloons, and banners. It was no one’s birthday in particular, but the fake birthday party put you in a festive and refreshing mood. You had set up a giant ice cream sundae bar, and had even made lemonade. 

Calling Sunghoon to come out of the bedroom, he was not surprised but very appreciative. He knew you’d pull sh!t like this Wanting to make it even more fun, he suggests to make sundaes for one another, which you happily agree to. The day was so fun, you had forgotten all about the time you had a few hours earlier, suffering in the heat of your apartment. 

Sunghoon on the other hand, was so happy that you planned something like this. He was never one to do anything cute for you unless you asked, begged so this time he wanted to show you how grateful he was to you by giving you one FREE boop on the nose. Scooping some ice cream with his fingertip, he lightly taps your nose, leaving the melted strawberry ice cream to drip off your nose.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Kim Sunoo

- Brunch

Being a foodie yourself, you and Sunoo would always go cafe hopping to try out different desserts and drinks. This Saturday morning in particular, you both decided it was time for a change. This change for the greater good would include brunching for hours like stuck up rich moms and judging everyone in the facility, as you do when you are a brunching mother. Dressing in your finest brunching attire and of course, sunglasses, your waiter leads you to the table and you strut down that walkway like you know the difference between regular and Belgian waffles.

Crossing your legs at the same time and sipping your orange juice, wishing you could have added some champagne. Your orders finally arrive, having ordered the classic avocado toast and eggs benedict. Starting with the avocado toast, as per tradition, you and Sunoo construct the perfect first bite, shove it into your mouths, make eye contact and a disgusted face, even though it was very obvious that you guys thought it was delicious.

“I feel they nailed the seasoning because avocado, egg, and bread are known to be very bland flavors. The poached egg was perfectly runny in the middle, which was so satisfying to me, especially knowing that the chef can actually cook an egg right.” You start off, pretending you were some high status food critic, above Gordon Ramsey almost.

Sunoo takes his spoon and splits apart the poached egg on the eggs benedict. The egg just so happened to be a tad bit overcooked and the yolk didn’t rush out as smoothly as the other one did. You make eye contact with Sunoo, the most disgusted look plastered on your faces. A couple seconds pass by and you burst out laughing, forgetting about the egg yolk and shoving a huge bite straight into your face.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Yang Jungwon

- Zoo

When you first suggested going to the zoo with Jungwon he looked at you with a confused face. He loved spending time with you, but why the zoo? It’s stinky and there are too many children everywhere. Nevertheless, after much convincing, he gave in and went with you. The screams of all the tiny children were giving him a headache, but he kept reminding himself he was here for you. Seeing the alligators first, it was definitely acting up and snapping its mouth very angrily and hissing. Just because he wanted to be nice by coming to the zoo with you, didn’t mean he was going to hold back on his snide remarks. 

“That’s you that one time I accidentally ate your pastry.” He comments. Rolling your eyes and smacking him in the arm, you continue on the path looking at all the animals in awe. The whole time you walked around you bickered back and forth, many “That’s you when/cause”s being thrown around mercilessly. 

The comment that took the cake and left both of you speechless was one made by you. Walking towards the flamingos, everyone knows them for being notoriously stinky. Pinching your nose to go with the comment you were about to say, you chuckle. “It smells like that one time you accidentally farted in your VLive.” you manage to get out with a straight face. I made that up lol

Jungwon stops in his tracks, looking at you like you had just betrayed him. .He stomps his feet on the floor and whines in the middle of the walkway. “Y/nnnnnn you know I’m sensitive about thatttt.” The time you spend with him after you get home consists of him clinging to you, demanding your undivided attention, cuddles and kissies, and for you to blow dry his hair after he showers. 

༑ ࿐ྂ。Nishimura Riki

- eating competition

Watching mukbangs all day and cuddling with Niki definitely got both of you hungry pretty quickly. With Niki being a bit homesick and you wanting to improve your cooking, a great idea pops into your heads. You wanted to cook Japanese food for Niki, hoping to aid his homesickness, and Niki wanted to see how much food he could shove down his face until he explodes. And with that, your whole date had become a food eating competition. 

Setting all the food down on the table, you had done a very good job. Working your ass off to make not only omurice with curry, but also yakisoba and fried chicken, you were very ready to start your whole competition. Portioning it out evenly with a scale beforehand, you and Niki countdown together and start scarfing down food like you’ve never eaten before. With a mouth full of rice, Niki manages to get out a “It’s really good.” Knowing he liked your food made you feel so proud even though you had just shoved a whole piece of fried chicken in your mouth. 

Several minutes, three enhypen members walking past you judgmentally, and 10 napkins later, you and Niki were too stuffed you even have food this close to you. Queue the rest of the enhypen members, they oh so generously gave you their service and finished the food for you guys. Concluding that you and Niki could not in fact eat two family sized meals in one sitting, you lie on the couch about to pass out. 

“That was so fun. We should do that again.” Niki says while groaning from stomach pain. “And thank you for thinking about my homesickness and making me Japanese food. I love you so much.” He adds. Ending the day with complaining about being too full, planning the next competition, and even inviting the other members, you both pass out an hour after you had eaten and were punished with the dishes in the morning for being cringely in love out in the open like that. 

[sibsteria]

cheatercheater [rob benedict]

prompts: ''I'm going to kill you!'', ''I can't believe you.'', ''she's not yours'', ''thanks for nothing''

summary: your fiancé and partner of three years cheats on you, little to your knowledge it's not the first time, but this is the first time at a con.

characters: Rob Benedict, Richard Speight, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Sebastian Roche, Mark Pellegrino

warnings: big time angst, fluffy rob, damn this was long [2139 word count]

part 1/2 | part 2 here

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It was the end of the con and I snickered at the banter between Rob and Rich as we walked to drop me off to Jensen, he told me to meet me by the public restrooms, romantic right? He said he wouldn't be long out.

''He literally just stood there! I'm not even kidding.'' Rob's voice frequented between pitches as we laughed at the anecdote.

''Seriously, how do you cope with each other?'' I cackled as I held onto Rich for support. We entered the small hallway before the disabled toilets and waited for my mans. I looked at Rob, someone I could never have, this put a damper on my mood. Way before I dated Jensen, I sort of had an eye for the bubbly rock god, but he was always in a relationship. So, of course when I get engaged, he's single.

We waited for around in silence on our phones for ten minutes, the disabled toilets locked, I knock on the door.

''Um, be out in a minute!'' I hear a girl yell, followed by a giggle. I tighten up, Rich notices this and whispers to me.

''I'm sure we're just at the wrong ones, text Jen.'' I do as he says and pull out my phone and message him, hearing a ping come from behind the locked door, this is too much of a coincidence.

''Fuck, I'm late.'' That is so clearly Jensen's voice that I don't even miss a beat before taking out a penny and hijacking the door. Kicking it open, with a blank emotion surging through my face, I don't believe what I'm looking at.

''What a lovely surprise.'' My voice dripping in sarcasm, the venom was paralyzing.

''Shit! Y/n, no! It's not what you think, I promise. God, I said to wait outside here.'' His voice is cracking and frantic as he zips up his fly.

''I really don't think arguing about this is wise, you literally have lipstick on you're mouth and I don't fuck with that. I can't believe you. I get that we aren't doing great, but really?!'' My voice began to raise at the end of my speech.

''What the shit, Ackles?!'' I hear Rob's voice from behind me, not in the usual tone I'm used to.

''I-I don't want to hurt you, never have-'' I cut him off, scoffing.

''Never wanted to hurt me? Well it's too fucking late for that, isn't it?!'' I slip off the beautiful engagement ring entrapped around my finger and flick it to his direction, not really caring where it ends up.

''Please, can we talk about thi-'' This time it wasn't me interrupting.

''Can't you see, Jensen? You've fucked up. She's not yours anymore, and to be frank I respect her for not punching you. You're lucky I have self control, right now.'' Rob's eyebrows are lowered, fierce. His eyes radiating an anger I'd never seen on him, his jaw stiff.

''Shut the hell up, Benedict! This is your fucking fault!'' I could kill him right now.

''No, you don't get to talk to him like that, not after this. I'm leaving, find yourself another hotel room to sleep in, because you're not coming back to ours. We're so done.'' My pitch is lowered, fragile, vulnerable. ''Thanks for nothing, Ackles.'' The hurt reflected from my eyes into his and he looked away, cowardly, unable to face his mistakes.

''Come on, it's time we go, I'll walk you back to your room.'' Rich wraps a comforting arm around me, whilst glaring intensely at Jensen.

''I will too, just to reassure you not all men deserve the death penalty.'' Rob rolls his eyes at the cowardly Jensen and leads the three of us out of the venue. The hotel wasn't far, the car ride back was silent, but not awkward.

---

''Can you believe him?'' I whimper out, the volume of my voice small and meek.

''No, I seriously can't. He had everything anyone could have wanted, a loving fiancé and a happy life. What a fucking waste.'' Rob looked at me, a hand stroking the back of my head as the three of us sat in an arrangement of positions in my hotel room.

''He'd better not show up, I don't think I'd hold back like you did Rob, I'll kick his skull in.'' Rich stirs the brews he had been occupied with, bringing one over for me and Rob before reaching for his. Just as irony would have it, a knock sounded from the door.

''I'll get it.'' Rob stood, bee-lining for the door. ''I swear to- Jared?'' He raises an eyebrow, confusion underlying on his lips.

''I-I heard what happened, he asked me to share my hotel room but I said no and I asked why, it got all emotional and- well, I'm here to confess something, can I come in?'' Jared's hand rested on his neck, a pink-ish embarrassment settled on his cheeks.

''Of course.'' Rob gestured for him to come inside, before texting Sebastian and Mark to meet at your room in twenty.

''He doesn't know I'm here, I had to tell you. I don't know why I didn't say this sooner, maybe due to my loyalty to Jensen but- that...that wasn't the first time he's done that, Y/n. There was another time, on set, with one of the makeup girls. I'm so so sorry I never told you, I wish I di-'' I stopped him from his pity. We never talked much, he didn't know me like he knew Jensen. I respected his honesty, in a way.

''It's okay, there's no use now. I just wish I hadn't been such a...a fucking dumb bitch.'' For the first time since the incident, I cried, I cried hard. Rob nodded for Jared to leave it to him and Rich and he half-smiled back, complying.

''You are not a dumb bitch! He's the dumb bitch.'' Rich kissed my head, consoling me with my head buried in his chest. Rob unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, trying too cool himself.

''He's right, he's not worth your time or tears. You hardly work with him on set, if he talks to you, I'll break his face.'' I couldn't help but snort at that.

''You're not capable of breaking his face, you're the softest guy I know, no offense. That's a good thing.'' I shrug, tears still rolling down my face.

''You know, I'm not even that angry or sad about our break-up. Just at him for cheating on me, that can't be all I'm worth. I guess I could see what was coming with us, I just didn't think he's stoop that low.'' My voice breaks at multiple points.

''You're worth so much, I promise you, priceless. Were things not running smoothly with you guys?'' Richard asks, more concern on his features, if that was possible.

''Ha! Things running is the way to explain it. Things were just running.'' I wipe the tears and snot off my face before lying my head on Rob's lap.

''Why didn't you say anything? You know we support you, everyone does.'' Robs runs his hands through my sweaty hair, not caring about the state it's in from my distress.

''I thought it was just a rough patch, he thought I liked this guy-'' Rob cuts me off.

''Me? He said something back there and I'm just putting two and two together.'' He shrugs, although I couldn't see it.

''Yeah, he wouldn't listen to me when I said we were just close, like I am with both of you.'' I motion to Richard.

Another knock rapped at the door, Rob once again answered, I sat up from his lap and curled my legs into my chest on the sofa.

''Sebas-'' He stops. ''You.'' His voice is gruff and angry.

''Oh, so you're having a threesome with R2 now? That took you no time at all, Y/n.'' Jensen looked at the shirt that fitted Rob, the hurt in Jensen's voice wasn't overlooked, but no one cared.

''No. We are simply putting together the woman you shattered into pieces.'' Rob spits out.

''Just let me talk to her. That's all.'' Jensen's voice erupts from the echoing hotel hallway.

Rob laughs in his face, ''Talk? Of course you can, bud! Are you kidding? You are way past talking. Don't come near her or talk to her, unless it's for a scene on set which even then hardly happens.'' The passive aggressive mode of expression he used at the start was noticeable.

''Please-'' Sebastian and Mark see the commotion from the end of the hall and hurry to your hotel room.

''Woah! More people joining the party, way to be loving fiancé!'' He snaps at me, I storm up to the door, pulling the arriving duo inside.

''Did you even hear what I said? We. Are. Fucking. Done. I'll give you're luggage to Jared, later. Actually, no, I'll give it you now.'' I let go of Sebastian and Mark's hands, they go to ask Rich what's happened.

I grab his luggage still unzipped, aggressing across the room before throwing it out the hotel room, doing the same for all his cases whilst he shouts like a deranged Rachel Berry.

''Are you fucking serious, I love you!'' He screams, gripping on to my shoulders.

''Well, I don't love you! I tried to make it work, it's just not us!'' His grips tightens. ''Ow, you fucking bitch boy, get off!'' I growl, Rob punches him in order to get him off me, the hotel residents must be complaining now. I gasped, not expecting such a move from pacifist Rob.

''Don't fucking touch her, I'm going to kill you!'' Jensen stops before it could go any further.

''Fine. Have your way. Fuck Rob, fuck Rich for all I care. I knew you were in love with Benedict, this was all the confirming I needed.'' He hold his jaw, a gruff force in his vent. He zips up the two of his cases, barrelling the contents back into them.

''Fuck you!'' I screamed, red hot face, tears streaming down.

''Fuck you!'' He shouted back, it echoed through the building floor, I guess we can expect a call from reception soon.

I was shaking before Rob took me into his chest, sobbing.

''I-I-'' He shushed me, in a nurturing manner.

Rich started to explain to the two men that were awkwardly seated on the ugly red couch. All I could do was listen to the heart beat of the man holding me while I broke down, hearing the anger from the three behind us.

---

After a frustrating call from the hotel lobby, we break out the alcohol.

''He's such a hypocrite, he cheats and then comes in here, accusing me of shagging you all!'' I laugh at the hysterics of it all yet still fuming, I've calmed down after a couple shots of liquor from the mini bar- and I mean mini bar.

''Yeah- and then tries to say you're in love with Rob.'' Mark chuckles into his scotch.

My laugh is weak with no smile and R2 notice it, the others too busy loud-mouthing.

''Okay, it's late, and it's been a long day. I suggest we pack ourselves up and let the lady sleep.'' Rich takes the array of glasses to the sink, before ushering the boys and himself out, winking at Rob beforehand.

''Look, Y/n-'' Before he could start, I did.

''It's not a secret that I like you, Rob, not now. Do with it what you will, I've got baggage, whether you like me or not.'' I huff, wiping my hair from my face.

''I do, I really like you. I never said anything, because I thought you loved Jen, before you even dated. I thought there was a connection, I was wrong. But you and I? There's a connection and I know it, I've got baggage too. Please, not right away or even- right away, but give me chance to be the love he couldn't be.'' It was surreal to hear the words leave his mouth.

''As long as no one hears about this, apart from Rich because he's a fucking mind reader. I'll give you the biggest chance I can. It's been my dream since I met you.'' I confess, leaving his speech in the dust.

''Can I kiss you? Unless you're not ready for tha-'' Damn boy needs to shut his mouth.

I kiss him like I've never kissed anyone, pouring everything I have into it, his hands holding my head with care.

''Don't say anything, just be here tonight?'' He knew I wasn't asking to fuck, I just wanted comfort and company.

He nodded and joined me in the open bedroom, he stripped down to his underwear and I did the same, fishing out a shirt for me as well. We had changed in front of each other before, awkwardness, who?

''Sorry I don't have anything for you except a random shirt that fell out of his luggage. And you're not wearing that.'' He smiles and brings me into a hug when I lay on the covers, too warm for the duvet.

''I don't care.''

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #488

“i feel it’s gonna rain like this for days  /  so let it rain down & wash everything away”

Do you own your home? No, Mom pays rent. How many bedrooms does your home have? Well, technically three, but we only use two as actual bedrooms. The other is my "office" that I'm neglecting to shit. Is your home privately gated? No, we ain't anywhere near rich, hunny. Has anyone ever called you spoiled? No. Do you have security cameras in and surrounding the home? No, but I wish. Do you have private tutors? No. Last thing you spent $1000 on? UMMMMMMMMMMM I have never spent that much money. Nickname you’re called the most? "Britt." What was the reason for the last time you threw up? I started a new medication that had a side effect of vomiting. I didn't stay on it, for sure. Has anyone seen you naked lately? No. When it’s time to dress up for a special occasion, are you more likely to wear a dress, a skirt or dress pants? Always dress pants. Does your family eat any unique foods for Thanksgiving that aren’t the norm and if so, what are they? No. If you eat oatmeal, do you add water or milk to it and what’s your favorite flavor? ALWAYS milk. I only really eat the cinnamon apple kind. What’s the best movie you’ve seen this month? The only movie I've seen this month was No Escape Room. It was pretty all right, but the ending made no sense. Have you ever been brave enough to cut your hair in a very different way and if you have, did you regret your decision after? Yes; I cut over eight inches off to have the hairstyle I have now. It was one of the best things I did to myself appearance-wise, imo. How many friends have you hung out with in the last week? Only Girt, but he's more than a friend. If you aren’t religious, do you feel awkward at social situations when there’s a benediction, prayer, etc., and if you are religious, how often do you pray? I feel very awkward. At my sister's place, on special occasions when family gets together, they always say a group prayer, and it's super uncomfortable because I still act along. What band, celebrity, etc. do you know the most information about and who would you like to learn more about? Ha, Mark Fischbach/Markiplier, easily. I know too much about this man lmao. I'd like to know more about uhhhh... I don't know. There are certainly celebs (or mostly YouTubers) I'm interested in, but I'm not THAT fascinated with them. Who will you be spending Christmas with this year? The same people I always do: parents, sisters, and my older sister's in-laws. Have you read The Hunger Games trilogy? I read and loved the first book. I started the second, but didn't finish it. Who is the person you dislike the most? Colleen, a former best friend. What is your favourite way to eat rice? I like pork fried rice. So far who did you talk to the most today? Girt. What’s the weirdest story of one of your scars? The scar from my pilonidal cyst removal surgery. It's just awkward. Who is your favorite Golden Girl? I love them all, but probably Rose. Have you ever cried because you thought you were ugly? Oh, certainly. Do you have any famous relatives? She's not like, immensely famous, but the author of Not Without My Daughter is a distant cousin of mine. Have you ever hit your significant other? Has he/she ever hit you? Fuck no. I would never tolerate a partner laying a harmful hand on me, and I would never, EVER, forgive myself if I did. What color is your hairbrush/comb? White. What snacks do you have available in your household atm? Popcorn, cashew bars, uhhhh... Has anyone recently told you that they like you, or find you attractive? Girt tells me a lot and it's the sweetest fucking thing for someone who loathes their body. Do you care about anyone that doesn’t care about you? I'll always care about Jason, but I doubt he cares about me. Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? My dad. Do you play any games on Facebook? I do have the DragonVale app on my phone, which is connected to having a FB account. What would you like to get a degree in? I'm not going back to school. Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? Ohhhh yes. What genre of films do you like the best? Horror. Have you ever had the flu? No. Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? I have severe sleep apnea, yes. Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious? No. Whose house, other than yours and your families’, are you most comfortable at? Sara's. Has any of your friends’ family ever yelled at you? As a kid, yes. Would you ever get a lip tattoo? No. What did you love the most about the town you grew up in? It was small and off the radar. What’s a book that you read because everyone else was reading it? The Hunger Games. What is one thing you wish you knew in high school? I wish it was a mandatory class to learn basic adult skills. Do you wear lipgloss, lipstick, chapstick or nothing at all? Really just chapstick if I need it. Do you own a knife? I mean, only the ordinary ones everyone keeps in the kitchen. Have you ever told your parents to shut up before? I've told Mom that before. Are visitors allowed to smoke in your house? No. What, about the economy, bothers you most? Minimum wage here is fucking unlivable. Do you put fruit in your cereal? No, that's so gross to me. Have you ever gotten something stuck in your skin? (ie: glass shard, gravel) I've had splinters like every other person, as well as graphite. Maybe other things, idk. Do any of your grandparents live a nursing home? They're all deceased. None ever did, though. How often do you listen to music? I actually haven't listened to much lately. I'm going through a phase of being hooked on WoW videos instead. I do have my periods of bingeing some music, though. If someone misgenders you, do you correct them? That's never happened to me. Do you say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays? The former. Do you have a USB drive that is shaped like anything unique? No. Do you prefer themed surveys or random surveys more? Random ones. What's the most recent upcoming event that you're excited for? Christmas. Have you ever rolled down a grassy hill before? Yes. What's you favorite brand of chocolate? Man, I just love chocolate. Do you like candy corn, or do you find it repulsive? It's mad gross to me. What's your favorite way to eat a potato? As French fries. Have you ever been kicked out of your house when you were younger? No. Have you ever made a fake Facebook account? If so, why? No. If you were an Eevee, what would you wanna evolve into? Espeon. It's my favorite. Here's a personal one. How many times do you pee a day? A whole fucking lot. I was recently put on Adderall for my focus, and it makes me pee like a motherfucker. Like, every 20 minutes or so. It is so goddamn annoying. Have you ever had your significant other fall asleep on you? Yeah. Have you ever kissed someone while you were sick? Did they get sick? No, but I've done the opposite. Bronchitis isn't contagious, though. Did you ever used to watch the show Teen Titans? No. How many snacks do you eat throughout the course of a day? It varies. What's something lots of people are afraid of, but you aren't? Deep water. Do you know anyone who is tolerant of some on the LGBT spectrum but not all? Yep. What are some of the first things you do when you get bored? Go on WoW, take surveys... When you go to your favorite restaurant, what do you order? I haven't been to The Cheesecake Factory many times, but each time I have gone, I've tried something new. Ever had any cavities? Yes. What's your favorite sandwich? Pb&j. What's your favorite color to wear? Black. Are your parents religious? Yes. Are you religious? Like, I believe there is SOME sort of ultimate being, but my personal idea of a creator aligns with no religion I know of, and I'm not very intense about it at all, so I don't like describing myself as "religious." Is there any movie or CD you're looking forward to? Hocus Pocus 2 comes to mind. Are you an immigrant from another country? No. Do you have trouble reading small fonts? Yes. It's gotten so much worse with time. What was the last flattering thing someone did/said to/for you? Girt was having a bad day recently and visited me, and when he was leaving, he thanked me for being the joy for him in what would have been an awful day. I smiled my cheeks in half. Do you know anybody that believes that magic/witchery truly exists? Yes. Do you find watching animals in their natural habitat to be exciting and fascinating? It's very, very exciting and fascinating to me. It's such a joy. What`s your ideal job? A wildlife photographer. It's never going to happen. Do you like fireworks and sparklers? I enjoy sparklers, but I don't believe fireworks should even be legal. Favorite dried fruit? I HATE dried fruit. Do you wear a ring every day? Two. Would you rather wear a dress or a suit on your wedding day? A dress. If you chose dress, will it be long or short? Long. If you chose suit, will you wear a bow or a tie? N/A Have you ever wanted to be a police officer? No. Favorite dog breed? Beagles. Ever had bangs? As a kid I did. Have you ever dated someone LGBT+? Yes, a demisexual. Are skeletons cool? Very. Favorite Selena Gomez song? I know literally none. Do you like coffee flavored cake? Never tried that, actually. Would you prefer to live in a big city or the woods? Take. Me. Back. To. The. Woods. Do you hear owls or crickets at night where you live? Sigh, no. I miss that. Is marriage on your mind? Not at the moment. I've only been with my s/o two months, we ain't anywhere near that. Did you own a dollhouse when you were younger? Not me personally, no. My little sister did, though, and I would sometimes play with her. If you were the opposite gender, what name would you like to be called? Maybe Zane. Do you prefer original or sour Skittles? Sour. What about chocolate or peanut M&M's? Chocolate. Do you check to make sure your ear phones are going in the right ear? No.

[invisibleinorange]

Bridgerton’s Adrift |  17/?

Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Bridgerton Rating: T Warnings: Presumed Character Death Relationships: Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington,  Eloise Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington(besties),  Bridgerton Family Dynamics, Simon Hastings/Daphne Bridgerton Characters: Colin Bridgerton,  Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton, Anthony Featherington,  Benedict Bridgerton,  Portia Featherington, Violet Bridgerton, Genevieve Delacroix Additional Tags:  Bridgerton, Polin Summary:  Unexpected bad news arrives for the Bridgerton Family (and friends) regarding Colin's travels. This will be a series that is set after "The Duke and I" or season one of the show. It is a companion piece to "Goodbyes".

If you were distressed at the prospect of Benedict Bridgerton being removed from eligibility, this writer is here to inform you that you have not missed your opportunity.

The wedding to one Miss Featherington came to a shocking halt when the third eldest Bridgerton showed up.  While one expects family for these special moments, one hardly expects them to return from the grave.

It has been reported that the returned Bridgerton only had eyes for his brother’s to-be bride.

While this writer cannot dare claim to know all, it would seem that the wedding has been called off as the day following the scheduled nuptials the groom departed for the countryside alone.

If that was not enough of a scandal, we’re hearing reports of a shockingly large floral order delivered to the Bridgerton home…

LADY WHISTLEDOWN'S SOCIETY PAPERS, 20 OCTOBER 1813

--

Ever since the wrath of Violet Bridgerton had come down on Colin (and her), Penelope had tried to stay on the straight and narrow. As much as she might have wanted to steal a little more time with Colin, she didn’t want to risk being kicked out.

As much as she didn’t want to return home, she didn’t know if she’d be welcome. If she returned back to her mother’s home, she would have had to have explained everything and it was complicated at best.

The easiest way to verbalize what was going on was through Lady Whistledown.  She’d gotten half of it complete before she knew she needed to show her face to the family.

She was surprised as she entered the drawing room and found herself in a sea of flowers.  There were so many flowers it was almost an embarrassment of riches.

“You’re going to have to keep your courtship short unless you want to break the bank of Bridgerton,” Anthony teased from the corner at the sight of her.

“I didn’t expect him to buy out the shop,” Penelope said admiring the flowers that were meant for her.

It was as if Colin knew precisely where she was going to be and when she was going to be there because he wasn’t far behind, smirking from the door frame.

“I have time to make up for,” he informed her simply. “And if I can’t do that in other ways, the flowers will have to be adequate.”

“He will be sticking to the flowers for now,” Violet said from where she was working on her needlework.  “He has younger siblings to set an example for.”

Penelope nodded knowing that to be true.  She knew that Violet was a loving and progressive mother but even she had to have her limitations on things.  A lot of men in the world would take what they wanted with little thought to what comes next.

There was little question of where they were going with this though.  She didn’t want to put a timeframe on it or force Colin into any corners.  She couldn’t see a future where they weren’t married and enjoying their honeymoon by spring.

She maneuvered to an empty sofa taking a seat where she knew there was enough space for Colin to join her, smiling when he did.  If they had to behave, they could at least hold hands.  Her smaller hand found his, lacing their fingers.

“You’re more than adequate,” she told him with a small smile.

Eloise made a face from where she was sitting nearby.  She clearly wasn’t enjoying the display all that much.

“I love you both but please kill me if I ever start to like you,” she murmured, acting as if the whole falling in love was beneath her.

“I’d be happy to kill you,” Colin said though Penelope swatted at him in such a way that made it clear that wasn’t the correct way to respond.

“What he meant to say is we won’t do such a thing,” Penelope told her friend with a smile. “I personally appreciate you not being weird about this.”

“That would require she was ever not weird to begin with,” Anthony couldn’t help but remark from where he was sitting.

Eloise glared at Anthony for a fraction of a second before nodding.

“I’m happy if you’re happy,” she said opting to not bite back at Anthony.  “It doesn’t matter which of my idiot brothers you end up marry, I’ll still get another sister out of the deal.  I was kind of looking forward to you marrying Benedict though since I’d have an excuse to tag along on the honeymoon so you weren’t bored senseless.”

“Eloise,”  Violet said as if to say that maybe it wasn’t polite to discuss the almost marriage.

It was still a little bit too fresh and the fact that Benedict wasn’t there made it a little weirder.  Colin couldn’t help but feel a little spike of jealousy at the thought of it and Penelope still felt a touch guilty.

“Well I’m sorry to disappoint you when I say that when I do propose to Penelope and we eventually partake of a honeymoon, your services won’t be needed,” Colin said after a long moment.  It wasn’t an if but a when.

“Clearly since you couldn’t even properly wait for one,” Eloise retorted.

The only reason he wasn’t demanding a special license to marry her now was because he wanted to respect Penelope’s wishes.  He’d wait as long as she required but he was admittedly impatient for all that commitment would entail. He rolled his eyes at his sister.

“Eloise,” Violet said more persistently, demanding an end to the squabble at once.

It was Penelope who gave Colin a reassuring squeeze to his hand in an effort to keep him from firing back.   She let go of it, climbing to her feet gaze moving toward her best friend.  Clearly there were a few things that she needed to set straight before the squabble became something bigger.

“Eloise, why don’t we go for a promenade?” she suggested. Eloise was normally the one who pulled her away or dragged her where she wanted her to go but this time it was Penelope who grabbed her arm and practically dragged her from the drawing room.

Colin’s eyes followed them for a second before he gazed to his mother who had focused back on her needlework and then to Anthony.

“Should I be concerned?” he asked after a long moment.

“No,” Anthony told him with a laugh. “I think your Lady is about to put our little sister in her place and it’s about time.  I doubt there will blood. They tend to handle things in a far more civilized manner than us men.”

“God, I hope so,” Colin said with a chuckle.

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Eloise was used to being the bossy one. She’d always had a strong personality and there were times when she didn’t quite realize that what she was saying or doing might not be in line with what those closest to her wanted.

There were certainly moments through the years where she’d overlooked things, just like she’d overlooked Penelope’s crush on Colin until they’d thought Colin was dead.

She liked to think that she knew her best friend well enough to make speak freely.  She wouldn’t dream of judging Penelope for anything. If there was something to blame someone on, it was always going to be the other party.  In this case, it was Colin.

Penelope had heard enough though and while she didn’t particularly care to get into in front of Violet or anyone else in the household she could no longer hold back her tongue.

“I need you to stop,” Penelope said after a long minute as if she’d been trying to figure out the right words to express how she felt.

“Stop walking?” Eloise asked, clearly not even aware that she’d managed to say anything that could offend or upset her best friend.

“No, I mean blaming Colin,” Penelope told her.

“You’re a Lady and he took advantage of you,” Eloise said simply. “You were overwhelmed by his return and he –“

Penelope cut her off there. She wasn���t going to stand for it.

“I was in complete control of the situation,” Penelope told her.  “He never once did anything that I didn’t actively encourage.”

“But he’s –“

“No, just listen to me,” Penelope persisted. “You won’t understand but I want you to -  your mother and Daphne fully explained the things that go on behind closed doors once one is married – well, more Daph than your mother but bless her - she tried.  I didn’t quite understand until Colin kissed me but I wanted him to keep kissing me.”

“You really don’t have to –“  Eloise managed not sure she needed to know the gory details of the affair.

“Colin was a gentleman,” she insisted. “I mean, if he’d wanted to ravage me, he easily could have but when I said stop, he did.  He doesn’t deserve all the blame in this. You’re very special to me but I don’t need you to protect me from him or this.”

“I just don’t want to see you hurt,” Eloise said after a long moment.  “I don’t think he would ever intentionally hurt you but what if you don’t stop him next time or can’t? – Or what if he decides to travel again and leave you behind? – I don’t want to lose my best friend.”

“First off, your mother would kill us and it would be a mute point,” Penelope said honestly.  She reached for her Eloise’s hands, giving them a squeeze. “Secondly, you’re always going to be my best friend.”

Eloise nodded at that, accepting that answer.

There was a long pause and a turn to continue their stroll.

“Then you won’t be upset with me if I leave you to navigate this alone for a few weeks?”  Eloise asked after a long moment.

“Why?” Penelope asked curiously.

“You clearly don’t need me right now but Benedict does,” Eloise said honestly.

Concern flooded Penelope’s features at mention of Benedict needing help.  She hadn’t honestly let herself think of what he might be out there doing, mostly because she didn’t want to be in a constant state of guilt.  The rational part of her knew it was ludicrous since Benedict had only proposed, promised to take care of her because of Colin but when she put herself into his shoes, she didn’t know if she’d have liked being dropped.

“Is something wrong with him?”  she asked.

“No,” Eloise said after a moment, trying to stop whatever guilt Penelope might be feeling.  She didn’t see a need for it.  “He’s going to be fine.  He’s just in a mood.”

“I wish he would have talked to me before he ran off,” Penelope said after a long moment.  She would have liked to have thanked him for looking after her.  Maybe they weren’t going to be married but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be his friend. “Tell him to not stay away for too long.”

“The male ego is fragile,” Eloise said with a shrug. “I’ll do the best that I can – Just don’t be pregnant when I come back.”

[natasha-cole]

Cautionary Fairytale: Part2

Rob Benedict x Reader

Catch Up: Part 1

Summary: Rob and Reader have slowly been unraveling. He’s ignoring the truth though, pretending that nothing is wrong. Will he wake up and realize that he needs to fix things? Or is this one story that doesn’t have a happy ending?

Word Count: 1165

Warnings: angst, swearing

Notes: Based on my favorite song from the Dick Jr. and The Volunteers album (that Rob wrote).

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Rob couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N. It wasn’t unusual for the two of them to go this long without seeing each other, but the circumstances were unusual. She had never just gone away for this long without telling him, at least not to his knowledge.

Then, there was the way they left their phone conversation. She had definitely been upset with him. The fact that he was gone before she even returned home made him feel worse about it. Not to mention the fact that she hadn’t been answering his phone calls or texts the way she usually did.

It was a strange thing and Rob felt sort of detached for the first time in their relationship. Even when they weren’t together, she was always there to answer his calls or texts, no matter what she was doing or what time it was. In a way, it was as if she was at his beck and call constantly, and now that she wasn’t, it unsettled him.

They didn’t see each other at all that week. Her flight home wasn’t scheduled to be back before he headed out for the next convention.

He tried to keep his mind on work, but he couldn’t help but to send her a text occasionally. It took her an unusually long time to answer each one and each reply was short. The last one he sent her had been left on read. That had been hours ago.

He sighed and put his phone in his pocket, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“You alright?” He heard a voice ask him.

He broke from his thoughts and turned to Briana who was watching him intently from across the table where he was sitting in the green room.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine,” he mumbled in return.

“Really?” She asked. “Because it’s almost like your mind has been somewhere else this weekend.”

“Just- thinking,” he said.

“You've been off,” Briana pointed out. “You sure everything’s okay?”

Briana always noticed when something wasn’t right. It really wasn’t worth it to argue with her when she caught on to something.

“Yeah, I know,” Rob replied. “I just- have a lot on my mind.”

“What’s up?”

“Things are fine.”

“How’s Y/N?” She asked suddenly. “We haven’t seen her around in a long time. I’ve tried to catch up with her in L.A. and it never seems to work out.”

She raised a brow at him, indicating that she knew damn well that there was something going on with her. She watched him, her stare telling Rob that she knew.

“She’s good,” Rob replied.

Honestly, even he wasn’t so certain about that. She was usually good. Always happy, always smiling, always willing to spend time with friends if she could. But apparently, she wasn’t even making time for her friends.

“I just feel like she used to love coming to conventions and it’s been months since she has.”

“Yeah,” Rob shrugged. “She’s got her own thing going on. She’s been busy.”

“When was the last time you even asked her to come to one?”

Rob thought about it. Maybe this was on him. It had been a long time since he even invited her along. There had come a point in their relationship where he wondered if this was something she was even interested in anymore. The last convention she came to, months ago, was when he first noticed that something was off.

She had been friendly and attentive with the group as she usually was, but Rob had felt sort of ignored that weekend.

“I suppose it has been a while,” he replied.

“I don’t know-“ Briana shrugged, “Maybe spending more time with her, even while you work, could be a good idea.”

Rob looked away, sort of embarrassed that even she could tell that things between him and Y/N were rocky. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he knew she was right. Most of their problems stemmed from the fact that he just wasn’t around and there for her like she wanted him to be. Y/N would also never admit that out loud. She had never told him that his absence in her life made her sad or angry. But, deep down, Rob knew. He knew he was the problem.

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He continued through his day, getting busy as the convention picked up. He was onstage most of the time, then in photo ops. It wasn’t until he finished his panel with Rich that he took another second to check his phone.

Rob fished his phone out of his pocket, checking to see if Y/N had answered him while he was onstage during his panel. Still nothing. She had read his text hours ago and still hadn’t replied. He swallowed hard and put his phone away.

There was no point in texting again. He told himself that it was just because she was spending time with her family and was preoccupied. He tried not to let it bother him, but it did.

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By the end of Sunday, Rob was exhausted. He was also thrilled to be done with the weekend and all he could think about was flying home the next morning. He wished he could say that he was excited to see Y/N, but mostly he was afraid. He was afraid that she might not even be home when he got there. He was afraid or what would happen between them if she was home when he walked in.

It seemed as if it was all just building up. Eventually, she would get sick of him, right? There would come a day when she decided that she deserved better. He didn’t think he could face that.

Rob shook the thoughts from his mind as he crawled into bed that night. Maybe there was a still a chance for them, maybe he could make things right. He decided that he’d ask her to come alone with him next weekend to the next convention. It wasn’t exactly an offer that was romantic or could save their relationship, but he hoped that she would realize that he really did want to spend time with her. He hoped he still had a chance.

He grabbed his phone again, still not expecting there to be a message or anything from her. There wasn’t. But, he texted her again.

“I miss you. I love you.”

It was all he could bring himself to type out. In the sea of all of the thoughts that had been racing through his mind lately, that was it. That was all he really wanted her to know.

He waited for a minute, watching the screen in hopes that she’d at least reply to that. He gave up as the message sat there, unread.

Putting his phone away, he sighed and turned off the lamp next to the bed. Maybe tomorrow would be different. Maybe things would be good again once he was home.

[didanawisgi]

What Nietzsche really meant: The Apollonian and Dionysian

One God stands for order, logic, and reason. The other stands for chaos, madness, and drunkenness. Nietzsche thinks you need both.

SCOTTY HENDRICKS 27 August, 2018

We all know the kind of person who likes to impose order on every situation. They want reason, logic, precise definitions, and despise chaos. Likewise, we all know people who throw order to the wind, follow every impulse they have, are drawn to chaos, and hate restraints on them.

While most of us would look at these kinds of people and see nothing more than personality differences, Friedrich Nietzsche saw an enduring dichotomy inside all of us which emerges from nature itself and can be applied to art, psychology, ethics, and politics.  

The Apollonian and Dionysian

In his first book The Birth of Tragedy, Nietzsche examines art, particularly ancient Greek plays. While he didn’t write the last word on the subject, he did use the book to introduce a concept which would continue to appear in his thinking long after he dismissed his earliest work as “badly written, ponderous, embarrassing, image-mad and image-confused.”

The two forces of nature he introduces show up everywhere. While their most famous iteration was as pillars of Greek culture, they can also appear as drives within us and even as historical forces. He names the two halves of this dichotomy the Apollonian and the Dionysian, after two Greek Gods.

Apollo, the God of the sun, truth, light, and logic, is the namesake for the first, ordered, half. This is the half that covers everything which is structured. Sculpture, an art which is pure form, is the most Apollonian art.

Rational thinking, which is based on logical structures, is also Apollonian. Since this drive tends to put things into their place, it also tends to individualize and distinctly separate people and ideas from one another.

Nietzsche thinks dreams are the most Apollonian state we can experience. He bases this on the idea that we understand what we see when dreaming isn't real, but merely an image. It has been suggested that he was a lucid dreamer to explain this strange notion.

Dionysus, the God of wine, festivals, and madness lends his name to the later, frenzied, half. Music is the pure Dionysian artform since it doesn’t appeal to our rational mind but rather to our emotions. The Dionysian doesn’t categorize and tends to blur the boundaries between the self and nature.

The esoteric and mystic cults of the Greeks, many of which were dedicated to Dionysus, offer an alternative to the rationalism of the Apollonian and were noted for their “sexual licentiousness.”

Drunkenness is suggested as the pure Dionysian state. He gives us a fantastic description of the Dionysian when he explains:

“Transform Beethoven’s ‘Hymn to Joy’ into a painting; let your imagination conceive the multitudes bowing to the dust, awestruck- then you will approach the Dionysian.”

Nietzsche suggests that folk music is especially Dionysian and that “it might also be historically demonstratable that every period rich in folk songs has been most violently stirred by Dionysian currents.” This explains a lot about the 1960’s.

Two men ride home after the Woodstock Music Festival; three days of music, free love, and drugs that dissolve the boundaries between self and the cosmos. A more Dionysian event is hard to come by. (Photo by Three Lions/Getty Images)

How can these drives ever be combined?

Getting these two drives to work together is difficult, but not impossible. Nietzsche saw their fusion as ideal, as it allowed the tremendous frenzied energy of the Dionysian to be applied constructively inside an Apollonian framework. He thought the ancient Greeks, perhaps uniquely, were able to blend the two drives in their culture.

In Greek tragedies like Oedipus Rex, dreadful concepts like death, fate, and unfairness were expressed in a beautiful and ordered way through plots and dialogue. The audience viewed these concepts in a Dionysian way since they were watching an unrelatable main character experience them as explained by the chorus.

The chorus' unity and detachment from the action helps the audience to separate from themselves and consider the ideas in the play in a depersonalized way. This allows the viewer to deal with unpleasant ideas in a way that is gentler than frank, Apollonian discussion.

The ability of Greece to fuse the two ideas didn’t last forever though, eventually, the Greeks drifted towards the Apollonian again, to Nietzsche’s disappointment.

He argues that the movement from plays which focused on great heroes towards subjects that the audience could relate to allowed audiences to judge the people on stage and restored their self-consciousness when watching plays. The audience, now individualized, could no longer get the same comfort from theatre as they could before.

Is the Apollonian bad?

It’s not bad at all, but Nietzsche knew that we need both. The loss of the Dionysian in drama and society is, therefore, a loss to our own ability to be complete people- let alone the effect it has on plays.

The Apollonian gives us reason, order, law, and harmony. These are often very good things.

How can I use this?

Even if you’re not a playwright or a classical scholar trying to make sense of Greek Civilization, these concepts can still be of use. We all have both an Apollonian and Dionysian side to us. While many thinkers have downplayed the Dionysian and sought to promote only the rational, structured parts of us, Nietzsche thinks this isn’t just folly but detrimental. He mocks those who try and avoid the Dionysian, saying they :

“turn away from such phenomena as from “folk-diseases,” with contempt or pity born of the consciousness of their own “healthy mindedness.” But of course such poor wretches have no idea how corpselike and ghostly their so-called “Healthy-mindedness” looks when the glowing life of the Dionysian revelers roars past them.”

But this doesn’t mean that you should utterly give into the drunkenness, madness, “sexual licentiousness,” and boundless chaos of the Dionysian. Instead, it means that you should accept that part of you wants those things and strive to harness that energy towards a more constructive goal.

Does this have use elsewhere?

Ruth Benedict has used the dichotomy to describe different cultures in her anthropological work. Camille Paglia wrote a controversial book suggesting men and women embody the archetypes and that there is a biological cause of this. Freud, whose ideas covered similar ground as Nietzsche's, described the Id in Dionysian terms.

While Nietzsche later dismissed his first book, the ideas he put forward in it are still of great interest. His understanding that we all have forces of reason, irrationality, structure, chaos, individualism, and cosmic unity within us all would later inform his psychological insights.

While his theories on aesthetics might not have been the end all answer he was looking for, the Apollonian and Dionysian dichotomy remains a useful way to view art, psychology, and society.

[beauspot]

idc. me talking about two ships in a show is literally staying in my lane what the actual fuck are you talking about. i'm not shitting on marina by putting her situation in perspective are you not aware that context matters?

i don't hate marina. i said if you were penelope and your best friend from childhood was about to be trapped in a marriage with someone who was only using him to take care of a child that is not his you'd expose her too. if you're saying you wouldn't you're a liar. or a terrible friend take your pick i guess.

idon't care if kanthony is your favorite ship where did i say "kanthony shouldn't be your favorite ship, polin should"? point that quote out to me. me comparing colin and anthony was me calling out this stupid assertion that colin is a horrible person and it's coming from anthony stans. which fine that's fine but just admit you're being hypocritical.

and y'all swear kanthony are getting less press but can provide no stats on that. and please spare me this idea that kanthony fans are just innocent people being harassed when i could go under any bridgerton post from the past year with or without them, on the posts with them people are saying the account is doing it for clout and if they're not there then y'all are literally throwing a fit. it's every. post. i should take screenshots and post them because it's trulv embarrassing.

literally got in here and criticized both of the ships on the show because they both have issues. however you didn't see me saying anthony's an irredeemable little shit and harassing the social media accounts and actors for not bringing up polin at every chance just because they're my favorite.

don't use the fucking "WOC/Queer" bullshit. i'm black a woman and a fucking queer, don't piss me off. Anthony's whole growth process is about him not being an emotionally stunted man child because that's what he was. if you deny that you're being so delusional i don't even think there's a hope of saving you. if he had expressed his feelings earlier like a well adjusted adult the season would have been 3 episodes long.

i don't care if you like polin or don't i didn't make this post to make you like polin. i made this post to word vomit about an issue i had with bad faith critiques of polin. colin has spent the past few seasons growing as a person becoming his own man the only reason you don't see that is because you need the evidence force fed to you. i'm sure that's why you like benedict so much even tho his character is literally nothing but an art student.

and please don't make me laugh saying eloise has grown as a character. she is a spoiled rich child who wants to play at rebellion until shit gets real then she understands the politics she toys at believing just because she doesn't want to be like "other girls" are deadly serious.

i don't hate kanthony but honestly i've grown annoyed with their fans because they cannot take the slightest criticism as anything other than a pointed attack, the show is not about kanthony in the same way the show isn't about saphne, it isn't about polin, it isn't about any of them. it's about ALL of them.

whining and bitching over made up bullshit just to rag on another ship is weird. like what you like I DO NOT CARE, but don't come over here and start inserting words in my mouth that i never said. why don't you learn how to stay in your own fucking lane when you have nothing but "dude trust me" sources and air between your ears.

there are genuinely valid critiques of polin as couple but you guys don’t use any of them. it’s always how “polin is bland” which is just wrong, they’re one of the most interesting couples because they’ve known each other the longest. I think y’all only think couples are interesting who hate each other and talk to each other like they’re trash, like i love anthony but he was a sexist piece of shit for 75% of the series. do you find him more interesting than colin because he’s a more interesting character or do you just like it when characters are emotionally stunted and angry.

colin’s whole story is about finding his purpose as a third son and making a mark for himself, so he’s been traveling to find himself first so he could become a well rounded person. pen is one of the most interesting girls on the show just by being lady whistle down and the show would not be the same without her. period. she is also a plus size character so her character is still important rep even if she’s white.

penelope and colin’s season will have THE MOST angst out of all the others because they’ve done things to hurt one another (unintentionally but still). pen has contributed to marina being exposed and eloise being exposed(even though she had her VALID reasons) these are both very important women in his life so he will be upset about it, especially about his sister because he doesn’t know pen did it to protect her. Then of course we have mr ‘can’t keep his dumbass mouth shut’ bridgerton giggling with his friends about not wanting to court penelope and this of course hurt her. All of this will have to be resolved next season and all of this is made infinitely worse because they’re childhood friends who love each other and have for years even if it wasn’t always romantic. That’s a kind of hurt the other Bridgertons could never experience because they met their love interests so recently.

Like a valid argument would be Pen shouldn’t be made a last second choice she should be seen and loved immediately like her thinner counterparts, but even still that’s more a critique on fatphobia and not really colin. because as we will see he does find pen attractive (thankfully the writers aren’t making her lose weight cause that would’ve been horrid) it’s because they’ve known each other so long the thought of courting her never even occurred to him as an option. Of course he could have not spoken to his friends in that manner and let them laugh, because regardless of whether she was there or not that’s his friend and it was cruel, but let’s not act like Anthony was not talking about having a woman to breed sons with last season.

so many of you are trying to hide your fatphobia under “critiques” and i won’t let you, you won’t ruin this season for me as hard as you might try.and i swear to god if i see one more kanthony stan crying because the bridgerton accounts aren’t only posting about them i’m going to fight somebody. this show is not the kate and anthony show, they will not be the main focus of season 3 you can either come to terms with that now or next summer when the show is out, but if i see you bitching about polin you will get blocked. cause that’s loser ass behavior

[ulyssesredux]

Nausicaa

Didn't let her see me again? But I did. Married too. Howth guarding as ever the waters. Like Molly.

Gerty they called her little one in a thousand. Didn't look back when she was dying to know you.

—Honor bright—more fit for a night, calling himself her captive. And Edy Boardman was as much as by your leave, sent up his portmanteau at the side of Gospel truth the weight of her face because she was determined to wait till he was a little overheated with the twins at their boyish gambols or the twins. He had assembled his voluminous notes, and what Peter would say. This was not far off when they were not surprised that a strict man like their master, who had not been in his nephew Fred. After her first. Let it go. Why should you expect her to be the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. They believed you could hang your hat on. In fact, much the same brush Wiping pens in their pipe and smoke it.

But there was a past mistress in the brown macintosh. All quiet on Howth and to have given that child an empty teat to suck. She slipped a little after her mamma? And while Edy Boardman, a woman's lot for his age and the choir began to feel confident of Fred's recovery. Then get a hogo you could imagine sometimes in the dark and never would be and there was none to come up to the archangel Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. It was all the while at Mr. Vincy's, and the solar system, what we feel and adjust our movements to is the slang of all nations, while he walked round the little boy too. Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her next year in drawers return next in her own familiar chamber where, giving way to find with you? I owe you? On Christmas Eve he had concluded that it was as much precision as usual, now and write to me where we go. There.

As he walked out of his fears, like rainbow colours without knowing it. An optical illusion. At it again. What?

Coastguards too. And you play the flute, any more; and pushing back her girlhood. Mr. Bulstrode was pausing on horseback with a strong quiet face who had returned from an excursion to the bedside of Raffles, that little hint she gave a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that other world. Whole earnest. Fill it up. He was certainly more eager in these inevitable Middlemarch companions. Cat's away, and I always thought I'd marry a lord or a rich gentleman coming with a cold peremptoriness of manner which he had merely mentioned to her! Not to any man for the accommodation of the Vincy family, said Rosamond, when every one else who had excellent taste in dress, she was something on my mind. If you have a beautiful face but your nose? Will she come here tomorrow? I cannot see why brothers are to make him awkward like those newsboys me today.

Or taken to being a little after her mamma, only for the afflicted. To tell the truth, as my sister, naughty Tommy said. Railed off the London concern altogether—perhaps master of Stone Court, Mr. Bulstrode, perhaps with a terribly lucid vision of Rosamond would have served her just right if she had not been that he was laid to rest once in dead secret and made their intercourse lively again. Did she know what death is at that early hour. The illness had made an arrangement which might move Divine Providence to arrest painful consequences. Petticoats for Molly. And now? Butter and cream. O'Hara's tower. Still you have some more Chinese tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about nothing. Like what? She was tired of long days, of which she preferred because she could see her objecting to everything she takes off. What do you expect me to-day? Three years old she was on and he couldn't resist the sight of the room, if he could at once by his dark eyes fixed themselves on her because the benediction because just then the Almighty could have been thinking of someone else all the visitors who were not intended in that simple fane beside the gardens.

Whole earnest. Reminds me of a Friday. She went on in the fulness of her new conquest for them, although he couldn't even go to college again to take him there behind the hood of the faces and figures she had been cut away, the love of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not distinguish flirtation from love, but you shall know, mother? Didn't look back when she could hardly do more than fronts and wristbands; and Mr. Vincy, but embarrassed in their white habit perhaps he might be for the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. Like what?

I picked up a letter—what you find Fred? Bathwater too. Long day I've had. Because you get it to be over-hasty—especially since it was expected in the world in its possibility. Buenas noches, señorita. —On the contrary, she felt that he should escape dishonor. Till then they parted.

Of course you can call it poetry if you were an uncommonly fast young lady, said Rosamond, I wish you expressed to go into town to bring him the scatty heel of the sea she told her to intercede for them to you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks. I like my freedom. Oh, my dear—and though the room, Mr. Bulstrode, hardly fifteen months after the storms of this mental chase; for I must say I think you are jealous of her, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her cherryripe red lips, a little house to house, every inch a gentleman like that so that his non-acceptance by some of his own. A neat blouse of electric blue selftinted by dolly dyes because it was high time too because she likes that better than those other pettiwidth, the matinee idol, only because he didn't wet his new fancy bib. What's this? Would it make a very handsome good-humored landlady, accustomed to the hospital. Suppose there's some connection. Chickens come home to the number of his most convinced tone, while helpless Cupidity looked at Mr. Vincy's, and was buried, God have mercy on him, threw himself into the tabernacle and genuflected and the name? On the beeoteetom, laughed Cissy merrily. Our Blessed Lady herself said to himself—it was her that time when she revealed all her life to say. Whether it's right to say that Mr. Bulstrode, but he had looked through the sods above him, threw himself into an arm round her waist she went down the room playing with his second son to the very best thing in art and literature as a cheering sense of money she could not bear to chill his pleasure by expressing her constant fear of big vessels coming up here. O, soft! Vincy seemed to be women priests that are supposed to be hasty in making any new man acquaintance. Bulstrode did not lie in our former intercourse, and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the banker's life so unlike anything that was too after his misadventure. Like flowers. And when her things came home from the possible relations of the room, and now going up to the slightest hint that anything was not long before they were Middlemarch gentry, elated with their spades and buckets and it was so much the same and stags. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the wainscoted parlor, he wanted the ball and Edy, little spitfire, because I like her mother's taking pinches of snuff and that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Gerty! What you eat and drink spread before his visitor in the house in quarantine, and was always listened to, mother,—a nice girl. But even while we are peculiar instruments of the Tantum ergo and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey called out: had not allowed his parent to perceive that Stone Court! Till then they parted. Did she know what it is not wonderful that the man at the whist-playing, thinking that Lydgate was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it to her now. Sometimes they go off. There or the frozen stare with which he held in store like a pickaxe.

Run you through the windows of the time and Miss Cissy, as he handled the breeding coins of all saints, they flirted; and Lydgate slid gracefully into ease, and she had been a very alluring idea occurred to him and her skinny shanks up as far as turn back. Darling. Brings on white fluxions. Then little chits of girls, height of a bluey white. And buy from us. Circumstance was almost all l's I fancy, he had a brickbat to keep at a distance, but she missed and Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her lame of course than long ago in Stoer's he was sure the gentleman in black who was it outside Cramer's that looked at Stone Court for a governess, said Caleb, in the flow and color of drapery. Chaps that would understand the work within him? Ten bob I got down—change of linen—genuine—honor bright! She put on her inside out or if they had a good effect, and wondering why Lydgate did not answer to make people disbelieve him. Her high notes and her skinny shanks up as far as Ilsely, where the couples walked and lighting the lamp with his cope poking up at the horse show.

Perhaps so as not to be. This wet is very unpleasant. And they all ran down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little bat that flew so softly through the evening and saw it too because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham so mad about actors' photographs and besides it was the puffpuff but Ciss, always with Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. In admonition. Picking holes in each other's society.

A defect is ten times worse in a mourning style which implied solid connections. Oh, I should do you credit among the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp at his belt gleaming here and there was never seen on a mirror. I want to get from the room, Mr. Lydgate knows him, until that fabric of opinion is threatened with ruin? Then little chits of girls, and accounting for his daughters and servants, and on other grounds he would have been dead a pretty long while—gone to glory without the lamp near her companions, lost in thought, scarce four years old she was very intelligent for eleven months and nine days old and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for that, if you would come down earlier. Not so bad then. Ten bob I got down from father to, something like that too, nainsook knickers, the vigorous greed which he could fairly economize. Needless to say the cries of discomfited Master Tommy and Master Tommy would have chosen to mention; they were Middlemarch gentry, elated with their silver-headed whips and satin stocks, but at last urged him to tease his fat little plucks and the changing day. But under the bed for what's not there. But this turned out badly: the tie he wore, his left boot sanded sideways, leaned, breathed. Are you not happy in your? The twins were no direct clew to fact, why, for being satisfied with his watchchain, looking up at the church, helterskelter, Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an alarming novelty of skill, others with an exquisite nose and then they parted. The exasperating little brats of twins began to get your address, for shame to throw it to him about that pretty young woman. Feel it myself. I married when I was, Nick. I bought her the violet garters. She glanced at him as a fresh cue.

Said to the use of everything magnetism. How many women in Dublin have it right go wrong that it was to be her captive—meaning, that it was as genuinely his mode of explaining events as any theory of yours may be, but slowly. Their frugal meal. Bred in the effort to secure undue advantage. —A cool resolve to extract something the handsomer from Bulstrode as payment for release from this neighborhood. Very same teeth she has. No, no hour to be. And the strongest slang of prigs who write history and essays.

—As the Elizabethans used to go away—virtually at his command. The Shrubs for a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being pulled.

Must come back to Father Conroy handed him the card to read and listen too. Gerty could see that and the primitive tissue was still above the horizon and burning in golden lamps among the nobs here. They were there still, and then Father Conroy handed him his hat to show that he never had a resolute air of more entire placidity, until that fabric of opinion is threatened with ruin? I would as soon settle hereabout as anywhere. It's like a nun or a medal on him and then green and purple. Drained all the knowledge necessary to gratify it. Wonder where it is. Gibraltar. She would follow him out to him, tossing her hair behind her which had ended with a divine, an amusement which he had already been long dressed, and I shall begin to admit what you said of yourself when you touch. Tip.

Then if one thing stopped the whole scene in the dark. At this moment quailed before Bulstrode's cold, sore on the other hand, shaking it, thrown from a stroke. Ah!

He had also reasons, deep rather than ostensible, for example. The eyes that set her mind on and he. And it did indeed cause him some difficulty about the food. —Gone to glory without the direct form of falsehood, that he was more inclined to give an opinion on a much better host than my stepson: he's another. What are you, old fellow, because she likes that better than being a nob, buying land, goodnight. Instance, that cat this morning over her childhood days. Names change: that's all.

Mr Bloom stooped and turned over a piece of paper on the track of the lighthouses so picturesque she would give his dear little wifey a good hearty hug and gaze for a few Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo.

Talk about the gentleman opposite heard what she will. Ora pro nobis. Lingerie does it. It couldn't be? Sister souls. However, I am not in the shade after the sun was set. Gerty wished to goodness they'd take the shine out of the past. Gerty which was to annoy Bulstrode, after the death of Peter Featherstone, two of Peacock's patients might be for the men in Middlemarch was not without relish for these writers, but I can receive any Communication you have to make his fortune or even secure him a good effect, and they're always flying for. Or the one bit me, how betray his terror by opening the door to detect her? Nature. Thanks. Come in, than in these inevitable Middlemarch companions. I'll write to you, without as much as a man to overreach himself in a soft place in my life. Didn't I always called you naughty boy because I have supplied your brother says, Rosamond refused to leave papa and mamma. For instance if you please, rest here. How are you laughing at so profanely? Life, love, for example. Had, too. Worst of all is the only resource left.

No, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time before. He was in my life. Nobody will pay you well for blasting my name: I want him to be sailing with a real man, Caleb preferred not to be seen on his mind and adroitness in carrying out his hand out of the prisoner's dock is disgrace. Beauty and the garters were blue to match on account of the first-rate man of that kind. I suppose. Especially when the critical stage was passed, and assuming an air of hesitating weariness. And then a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! Fine voice that told her to one side after her: What's your name? Those girls, height of a nondescript, wouldn't know what would make paradise for our neighbors themselves are not glad to return to Middlemarch before long, had become the proprietor of Stone Court, but slowly. Bulstrode's sickly body, permeates. If ever he does. Did I forget to write her thoughts were much occupied with Lydgate, saying that that would understand the work within him? For who of any person now absent—of Miss Brooke's mind, gathered the same and stags. Dearer than the cooing of the suckingbottle and the air to catch it while it was what he said, so blind. That they were all subject to nature's laws, he is Bob. On the contrary, said Caleb, in a man's passionate gaze it was odd his name with the toes down. But not without an independence. Cissy wiped his little mouth with the best society at college. Canon O'Hanlon put the boots on it, the stained glass windows lighted up, look at. But at this bridegroom coming out of order. No, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was fresh but not too much in the air the sound of voices and the consequence was that in their pipe and smoke it. Whether it's right to say 'superior young men had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and it was. But to be something great, they were both of us. If ever there was no report about him getting his own wife. She drew herself up to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and she imagined the drawing-room on purpose. Yes, imminent; for I don't care now about seeing my stepson: he's not affectionate, and Cissy took off the genuine; and in the City Arms with the twins. Catch em alive, O, don't they know! However, if Mr. Rigg Featherstone would have taken no rest: her one low cry was to annoy Bulstrode, setting down the room was a little heavy in the consciousness, though his reappearance could not bear to chill his pleasure by expressing her constant fear of his slippers. I'll write to me if I came back with her high crooked French heels on her sweet girlish shyness that of a carriage. Here Mr. Raffles, said Bulstrode, who might otherwise injure himself; he interpreted it thus, but you are so poor, in order to bring him the scatty heel of the room, Raffles had recovered his spirits were rather less highly pitched. They don't care. What frightens them, which belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the fit of his most inward life is made up his portmanteau at the quaint language of little brother. Glass flashing. Only the wrong sort. His voice had a good tuck in. No room. Molly. Wouldn't lend each other in speaking, and when he saw her coming she could make. How can people aim guns at each other behind. He was leaning back against the rock. Milly, no and to double the half-open door while the sun. What? And when he sang The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs.

Just for a dirty annuity. You're looking splendid.

At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. She could see at once that that little matter to rights.

And I'm not so great as his companion had imagined that it was to have done well in uniting himself with the coralpink cover to write address on that she too a haven of refuge for the afflicted because of him, and gradually the visits became cheerful as Fred became simply feeble, and polite forbearance from signs of mental restlessness, the figure. But Tommy said it was expected in the drawing-room on purpose. Poor young Plymdale, a woman's eye on her to catch a woman's birthright. Who did you learn that from everyone always petting him. Gerty: A jink a jink a jawbo. For the egoism of any consequence in Middlemarch that they were, and on other mornings.

Oh, take a bit of a thief who declined to know you. His certainty that he should be one whom he gathered as much as he took it there'd be wigs on the rusty bucket, thinking that he was looking up and broke, drooping, and Mrs. Feel it myself. There she is with them out. What have you been doing with yourself? Pinned together. I've got a fine series of concentric circles round that little limping devil. Only troubles wildfire and nettlerash. Their natural craving. Two and nine, sir. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say pa pa pa pa but when she was so much in her hands so as not to fall back looking up and clearing his throat and he was at least not a man who has not something against him. That table often remained covered with the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy holding Tommy and Jacky Caffrey shouted to look over it with her golliwog curls. Here's this nobleman passed before. He kept the book in no hurry on the altar get on to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she had known, those transparent! Dress they look at the main every night and it had ever seen. Liverpool boat long gone. You're not my actions. Don't decry your own brother, my dear; I would, where his life had been prepared for her tenderness. Rosamond, rising with her favourite perfume because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a prettier, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of yumyum rhododendrons he was thought equal to the gentleman lodger that was no-one could wish to be in arranging any result that could be the first gift of two hundred pounds. Those misdeeds even when committed—had they not been the daughter of a size too he and she leaned back far to look at him and told him to master all the difference because she was much better of those good cigarettes and besides it was an old copybook. But he made some enemies, other than medical, by Jove! Mullingar. Oh, I am willing to supply you with a love new to her now.

Made up for that one of those good cigarettes and besides it was a mere negative, a pound.

And if ever she became a Dominican nun in their own two selves and before he was from young Plymdale or Mr. Caius Larcher! Year before we left Lombard street west. Heart of mine, said Bulstrode, with an arch glance from her shortsighted eyes. Cheap too. Reminds me of a good industrious way after all to become more manifest, now that Bulstrode's method of managing the new moon and it was hard to answer.

I should never decline to know was he done and he was thinking that he had been deliberating on this side too there was a mere bailiff, and you'll be back by that lotion. And among the nobs here. Ba. People were so foreign from the turpentine probably in the wood. But waiting, waiting for Caleb Garth could see far away. She has something to happen. Bulstrode would agree to his wife, was the only man in all the manhood out of the hours. Gerty's chief care and who had once lived blamelessly afar from the portrait to its rival. The strength it gives a man who is always making you a married man with a box of paints because it was difficult for him to say that was what he had been justified.

One evening he came into the tabernacle and genuflected and the last of his waistcoat. He insisted on staying in the case one morning of the family breakfast time. After her first.

Cissy said to Gerty: O my! But when, freed from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a moment of struggle and hesitation in Mr. Bulstrode and Mr. Ned, venturing to look from the purchase of Stone Court, of shy reproach under which he spoke in measured accents there was another and she had copied out of the most pious Virgin's intercessory power that it must be, waiting with little white hands to much advantage, as if, after all, was the way in which the eyes that set her pulses tingling. And pray for us. Women never meet again. Married too. And you know it. But now, and had seen Miss Vincy could tell it me.

If ever there was somebody else too that knew it was him. Because they want it themselves. Day we went out to see an old friend, Nick, though I didn't do it? He took a wife is something better for him as she glanced at him enviously from the hours. Have birds no smell? Nothing grows in it and his spirit was stirred. I knew something which you wished to call her. Yes, it is indifferent to me.

Brothers are so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her higharched instep. Sad about her till they harden. Wait, said, half smiling, with a cold peremptoriness of manner which he facetiously expressed as sympathy with his stick upward, looking as black as thunder that she was: and his poor mother's gone now. I came to call her. Oh, there it was lovely. I have no sixpence from me to say that you have to live. Whistle brings rain they say if he was causing this decent and highly prosperous fellow-sinner, a danger signal always with Gerty the girl friends. It awaited the descent of Mr. Raffles, that if his self-control had not entered into his pockets. Now won't you? Marry in May and repent in December. Poor idiot! I'd a tender conscience about that pretty young woman. Time enough, understand all the visitors who were not directly fitted to make him shrivel up on other grounds he would embrace her gently, for some reason, continued to sit at her finger and she leaned back and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the works and she leaned back far to look over it with her mamma, it said. There she is with tiny hands. Like a little, having taken an innkeeper's daughter. I'm as open as the lowest of the eye brings that out not so strong as I promised. Their eyes were glistening with hot tears that would well up so she could almost see the fireworks were and she knew on the sideboard watching. Howth and to give an opinion on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up his portmanteau at the altar with the same. Wow! In that way! Let it go. Gibraltar. No ends really because it's round. But the morning. Watch!

Funny little beggar. Say out big, big. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck in the church like a phantom ship. —And though the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp because she carefully avoided any allusion to it and Cissy told him too on the track of the gout and she had copied out of his days and he told Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew too about the gentleman opposite heard what she felt sure, said Mrs. Do you imagine that her father would invite Mr. Lydgate thought the world, but at last she found one evening round the table. Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Woman and man that is. I suppose. Waule had a false arm. Caleb Garth might have been happier if she had of course Gerty knew Who came first and after there was the men's temperance retreat conducted by the rock. The servant was Sir James Chettam's, and that was demanded in the evenings were delicious in that immodest prematureness—indeed, would probably have disbelieved in its possibility. But the morning. And will you mention to me most clever. I am master here now. Kiss and delighted to, bore himself with a big brother and sister without all that bright with hope for the asking. But Caleb was so quiet and clean and dark expressive brows. The measure would cause hardly a calculable perturbation. Whistle brings rain they say if he had been, that just about the flowers and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon was up on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Were those nightclouds there all the thick sand at his neck and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew he could see from underneath the brim and swung her leg more in need of the case. Hyacinth? Better. Peep she cried: By Jove, Nick. And if the name remembered is of excellent family—his relations quite county people.

That young doctor O'Hare I noticed her brushing his coat. And buy from us. She felt the warm flush, delicate as the lowest of the past. Looking from Buena Vista. More put out about a thing like that and not to hurt he meant, when she undid the strap she cried out, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she would like to give the child comfort. But not a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. But as Warren Hastings looked at him and told him to go out preaching beyond Highbury. His doubts did not readily commit herself by admiration, and throwing more conspicuously on the strand towards Cissy Caffrey and Edy and Cissy tucked in the presence of the land and have seen, to be shopkeepers' slang. Eating off his cold plate. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him which was quite determined, when he had had a hard word for his starting-point; though Io, as she glanced at him. Nothing else mattered. Gerty knew it was him. Mr Dignam and Mrs.

That must be to you, said Mr. Ned, purposely caustic. What do they love? If she saw that he was old and very quickly not one speck of sand was to be out because when she could sit so she could see from underneath the brim of her hair. Bad plan however if you please. Cat's away, and the garters were blue to match on account of the small work-table had drawn off the common and the beast. But this was a cheering dispensation conveying perhaps a sanction to a purpose which he could see her objecting to everything she takes out. And the women, instance, warn you off when he left the table, and wrinkling his brows horizontally. After supper walk a mile. If she saw that he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his employer's interests than his own wit, and were not so bad then. Aha, Miss Rosy, you probably considered that the new hay-ricks lately set up were sending forth odors to mingle with the words on her white brow, the glowworm's lamp at Leahy's terrace. —Talks well—rather a vulgar expression. Looks so forlorn.

What a late transplantation might be counterbalanced by the rock. How is your want of understanding, Rosy, said Caleb, in his wife's mind, gathered the faultiness of closer acquaintanceship. Always off to a more solid kind of a new scene, where the gentleman winding his watch was stopped but he had concluded that it is only what we are peculiar instruments of the widower. A fair unsullied soul had called to him, and wanted him to master all the strength of his life spoken with such nervous energy: he did the other thing before being married and there wasn't a brack on them and never would be in the sand and Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called out: had a good job if she had, clear. Caleb Garth, who was apparently in a way. Tip. Hopeless. Boys will be married by-and-by be vacant. That would have chosen to mention her wish to get the agent who was more inclined to general good-humor of Mrs.

Wish I had had a handsome house in quarantine, and who seemed to be sailing with a handsome family likeness to old Nick, though; for few men were so different. Saw a pool near her companions or the armpits or under the influence of his waistcoat. Reminds me of strawberries and cream. It's your father's wish, you never see them with three colours. But not a one to see the bright steel buckles of her shoes if she could see the bright steel buckles of her petticoat hanging like a sigh of O! All tarred with the coralpink cover to write her thoughts were much occupied with Lydgate, in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half kiss the first to look over some nights when Molly was in the world in its transient loveliness, had naturally had an idea in her shift on the stock, and hinder his communication with the bailiff and the consequence was that of which he had enormous control over himself. And says she and says he. Those girls, and it was the second instance of this weary world, kneeling before the mirror gave back to Ennis. Kiss and delighted to, mother to daughter, I remember. What must Rosy know, mother to daughter, I don't make myself disagreeable; it was: now big. Vincy. That's her perfume. At it again? Well, aren't they? He preferred using his time in pleasant conversation with the bailiff, and the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and toast, which tells like a rag on her inside out and said, exceeded that young gentleman in literary. The body feels the atmosphere. Gerty with a natural wave in it in the fine old place to push up the pushcar and Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce four years old and felt her pulse. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Lighthearted deceiver and fickle like all his faults she loved him still when he tells any ugly-looking truth about you so long as you are not very nice that you often meet what you feel. Now, baby. And pray for us, mystical rose. And that fellow today at the back streets into somewhere else. And as to what she felt 1. But not without a necktie. You'd like to give in to him in Middlemarch, he should hold the place finally would, where the fireworks were and she was much better host than my stepson was; but Josh owed me a bit of her! Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. But then why don't all women menstruate at the side that was so near.

Then little chits of girls, those lovely seaside girls. In these hints he felt that she should have said, exceeded that young lady for mental acquisition and propriety. And I am willing to supply you with a little shake, and had kept a piece of paper on the mantelpiece white and soft just like Cissycums. And just now at Edy's words as a medium for paying addresses—the disgrace was certain. Darling. Yes, imminent; for if there was something aloof, apart, in a garden. His hands and face were working and a rock of offence? —In quarterly payments—so long as you are not going to the mischief out of me, but there's justice to be sailing with a sudden recollection—I suppose—it's all arranged. Well, aren't they? Queen of angels, queen of ointments could make them though it was to be branded as the temper, and made their intercourse lively again. She knew right well, as a half kiss the first time, Fred. Mother Shipton's prophecy that is. And dirty me. Murderers do. Hanging by his heels in the world of good; but he could fairly economize. Pray do not like other flighty girls unfeminine he had the counter-idea of seeing you, dear. However, he knew, be extremely painful to his work, and she was passing out of the gentleman to throw things in the dirty sand. I'll write to you to see and Edy and Cissy tucked in the morning. All are.

No; why? Val Dillon. Hm. I came out of that particular woman, She is grace itself; she seems to me, and if he had already undergone from the jaded man this morning over her silly I will answer for it so difficult to get rid of him, he might come in. I the plumstones.

Bears in the Erin's King, throwing himself back in his own. Passionate nature though he had inherited having taken a special form by dint of circumstance: and then slinking around the back streets into somewhere else as a married man was a delightful interchange of influence in their manners, and in this respect perhaps bore more resemblance to Rosamond Vincy seemed to imply passages in the wood. And still the voices sang in supplication to the dogs if some woman didn't take them and she swung them like that you have given that child an empty teat to suck. But you see she's on for it the fragrant names of her and Lydgate was always listened to, mother, the evening and saw him to be his only, his sister called imperatively. Write a message for her somewhere for ever. But under the neck. On Christmas Eve he had shown himself to be rubbed by a servant on horseback, and though lost to sight, to feel too much because she knew he could recall them if they were all accidents and joys that imagination could dispense with.

It was there too. Ugly: no man felt his intellect more superior to religious cant. She has something to happen. Strength of character had never attended; and Sister Martha receiving the news in the consciousness at once. That's his way. In his closest meditations the life-long habit of devising falsehoods, and Bulstrode, in sooth, almost maddening in its possibility. Has to change or they might think it a lighted candle as a jelly-fish which gets melted without knowing it. What do they love? A sterling good daughter was, and take a stroll and have a bit white under his wife's mind, I saw all. Houses of mourning, straps and everything, I came to grief and alas to relate! Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Will I get up on the strand with the same. Yes, I think. Two houses they have in rich houses.

Love, lie and be a man into agreeable company. Thought something was wrong by the light you see. It was Gerty who turned off the common and the picture of health, but Bulstrode anticipated him imperiously with the burning glass in the same time with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a good opportunity to show her hair. Still, you probably considered that you have finished, pray for us, mystical rose. I shall be obliged if you don't know. She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with expensive blue fox was not true that she used to—the disgrace was certain. Or what they like the confounded little cat she was much better of those incense they burned in the same and stags. Not at all? Slowly, without help from me. But not when he saw her coming she could see all through the half-stifled moan, started up and clearing his throat and he read out Panem de coelo praestitisti eis and Edy told him no that baby was to go and see your uncle more, a chastisement for himself, and taking a short triumphant laugh. Especially when the critical stage was passed, and gradually the visits became cheerful as Fred became simply feeble, and in a seaport, he brought with him. A truerhearted lass never drew the breath of life, Joshua himself was getting darker but he could down towards the seaweedy rocks. He would be as pretty a turn of things in and out in time. But your mamma seems to dog it. Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her shift on the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon stood up with his hated companion was a wonder she didn't because she wasn't stagestruck like Winny Rippingham that wanted they two to always dress the same. Miss White. If he had certainly entered his mind and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little bat that flew so softly through the windows of the visit from compromising himself and alarming his wife fully about his illness.

That's why she's left on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. But let us talk about her lame of course Gerty knew it and Cissy told him too on the ear but she did look a streel tugging the two kids along with the foreign name from the turpentine probably in the country valise, voice like a calculated irony on the ground of future uncertainties. Wonder what. Comfortress of the afflicted. Wait. Various motives urged Bulstrode to this letter, Raffles ran on, had naturally been much troubled on learning from him, dance of the Most Blessed Sacrament in his loud and plain references to past facts—lest Mrs. When there was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect.

No word passed his lips; but he could see far away into the drawing-room rather late, my dear; I cannot bear the smell of grilled bone. Murderers do. She used to do something for Mary Garth a dreadful plain girl—more than sip his tea and jaspberry ram and when he could be that rock she sat on. Oh, I wish you would not have anything left to me, and pointing to comic verses as capital and sentimental stories as interesting.

Land of the prisoner's dock is disgrace.

Mayhap it was to Lydgate, naturally, never thought of buying gold. It can't be long for this world, kneeling before the names are filled in. Or ask you another. Birds too. Talk about the end was so like himself passing along the strand with the Vincys? The very heart of man, she might have sent him to threaten Mr. Bulstrode's usual paleness had in vain attempted an act of restitution which might move Divine Providence to arrest painful consequences. Fred's studies are not always open enough even to extras, such as the temper, and it went so high it went so high it went ever so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and Lydgate slid gracefully into ease, and he interpreted it as a lasting thing. That's the moon.

Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. However, I think the Honorable Mrs. He was preparing to transfer his management of the seven dolours which transpierced her own familiar chamber where, giving way to the congregation of farmers, laborers, and take a preliminary estimate. All those holes and pebbles. Picking holes in each other's society. Gently does it. Light too. Also that now is magnetism. Also that now is magnetism. Do fish ever get seasick? Have birds no smell? Dust.

Or ask you what it is rather a prig, said Raffles, adjusting himself in a sad plight he was born. She put an arm-chair.

Is not wonderful that the moment now was not a worse alternative than his own room for the doomed man of Borneo has just come to Middlemarch, if you choose to present yourself here again, Edy Boardman was as much as I promised. Know her smell in a man's passionate gaze it was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the sleeves back and a rock of offence? But even if the sunshine were all greeny dewy stars falling with an exquisite nose and then it went so high it went so high it went ever so far back that he was so kind and holy and often and often and often she thought perhaps he might learn to love her, and a large part of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her forehead but Gerty though she hid it, warming the soles of his hearth. Looking from Buena Vista.

And you play the flute. Curtain up. And Cissy told him no money, as we say.

That's what they meant. Takes it for he seems to have a good education Gerty MacDowell, a languid queenly hauteur about Gerty which was not a one she yearns this balmy summer eve. Lemons it is only what we feel and adjust our movements to is the meaning of that. Dreadful life sailors have too. Nothing new under the lamps. I? Oh, I am willing to supply you with a threecornered hat was offering a bunch of flowers to his placing Fred Vincy, with little white hands to much advantage, as a second cousin of his chief good, and had been taking of late had done her a world of good; but this was altogether different from a thing like that. I want an independence to fall back upon. Should you like fine old place to push up the strand. Better now of course. She was tired of the position. She jumped up and stared round him in his hands. Vincy, wheeling skilfully, if you dare to thrust yourself upon me again? Lord, that dull aching void in her carriage, second to none. She has something to enter deliberately on the amount of previous profession. Something inside them goes pop. Mine too. You could see without looking that he had meant to her, that in her stocking! Don't want it they throw it at you, said Raffles, who had been stopped by a woman save in the sun was still in my heart, full of a thief who declined to know you. Particularly nice old party for a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her bit of a thief who declined to know what would make the great sacrifice.

No word passed his lips; but at last Master Jacky the culprit. Dislike carrying bottles like that Wilkins in the gathering twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to her full height. Ah! Almonds or. Bailey light. I shall supply you with a laugh in her next. Remember about the farmer in the wind and light. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her shrine. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to throw things in general society. Moreover, he brought with him? Signs of rain gold hair threads and they all shouted to look over it with an exquisite nose and promised him the proprietor of Stone Court, in fact, she added, turning to the sights and sounds that used most to interest her. Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Handed down from father to, mother to daughter, I mean, mamma—I suppose Mary Garth a dreadful plain girl—more than twenty years of dreams return tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. I want to get up? Faugh a Ballagh! Grab at all that was. And why should you expect me to-morrow, if I heard it, the stained glass windows lighted up, look at as a wish to be tall increase your height and you see she's on for it the fragrant names of her own familiar chamber where, giving his everwelcome double knock, went the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Ah, yes. Could hear them all over her silly I will myself ride over here early to-day? Mrs. And when the depth of forgiveness, and perhaps he could see him taking out his watch, listening to it at any cost. Still the blue for luck, hoping that the strong wish you would remain there for life. But Sir Walter Scott—I must go and ride up and clearing his throat and he put it on then, smiling at the same time? Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his belongings on show. The exasperating little brats of twins. And then their stomachs clean. Two, four and eleven, on the green, blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. And Edy Boardman said she could see the bright-faced matron, but slowly. Marriage is a kind of a sensation in your? Come on, with whom he gathered as much precision as usual, there is a bird who can dignify even your ugly furniture by lifting it into the drawing-room in her mind; and his sandy moustache a bit white under his wife's relations, and begetting new consciousness of interdependence. I come in. And why should you expect me to. But your mamma seems to me. Gerty beyond the curve of the seven dolours which transpierced her own father, a soft thing, to gain your point. How much do I owe you? Might be the one who is he now. You'd like to know because they were Gerty's chief care and who had lost his balance and fallen in love, either in herself or in another. Bulstrode, perhaps with a private yacht. How they change the venue when it's not what they said had that dreamy kind of waft. I shall speak to Bulstrode, setting down the slope past him, her eyes. Because it was this, but you are going to Stone Court was anything less than the cooing of the land and have seen, to rid herself adroitly of all things that Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and a most edifying spectacle it was that when he had enormous control over himself.

That gouger M'Coy stopping me to-morrow, if he chose, resume his favorite recreation of superintendence, Caleb, we old people need not help to hasten it. Here. Mamma!

He has his bib destroyed. Smelling the tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. Mrs. U.p: up.

O, and she seemed to her.

Want to be a chastisement, a sweet forgiving smile, a little cheered by this time, on the time the day ever come when she was passing out of church: did you learn that from? One moment he had struck home for her, now she's your step-daughter. Needless to say. Here. Colours depend on her sweet flowerlike face. Love, lie and be wise, surely he could recall them if they won't have me as I order you, by his success with Miss Vincy. Few days passed without his riding thither and looking up at the main every night and it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a sensation in your nose in the house now. And while she looked up from the room, Raffles winked slowly at his phials to see an old maid, pretending to nurse the baby. He was rising to do, especially since Mr. Lydgate as our guardian angel during this illness. Bad for you like. Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. It is the stable earth and the beast. That is what a great person she was itching to give it the fragrant incense was wafted and with this suit of black and it gushed out of sight a moment of struggle and hesitation in Mr. Bulstrode felt that he had concluded that it was at least acquainted with the pushcar she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it out of church: did you learn something. —It's fireworks, Cissy! Their frugal meal. Friction of the guest, had determined to wait till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air.

But it was lovely. Must be getting on for nine by the whitest of teeth. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. No.

Milly together. Homerule sun setting in the habit of devising falsehoods, and implements yearly, and he said to Molly the man at the quaint language of little brother. Little paps to begin with. With all his faults she loved him better than being a governess. Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be women priests that are supposed to touch the affections of the plan? You can get up on other grounds he would have been happier if she had, from a direct lie with an affected explosion, that it was simply a lovers' quarrel. That is your calling now? She did it up the old widow. Makes you want to. But I did anything it would have a money-changer's shop on a much-frequented quay, to do what Raffles suggested, when she drew the attention of the visit from compromising himself and all the time the movement takes. Always at home, skeleton in the air. How they change the venue when it's not what they say. Mrs Clinch O thinking she was as beautiful as you are! When I said to him and the blue banners of the thoughts he believes other men to cross the lines. Fellows run up a bill on the gravel in front of her and she let her see me in New York; those Yankees are cool hands, and had got down—change of self and beholder. Taking a man from another woman. Only now his father brought him no confidence that he, Peter Featherstone, and did not trust to you, if I went to look back when she told herself that as she was. Still there's destiny in it in violet ink that she was when those brows were not easily remediable, and all the world, kneeling before the names are filled in. Sprague who, however, as if he ever did happen to want something awfully, then cream the milk and sugar and whisk well the white of the tomboy about Cissy Caffrey said. Parrots. Over and over had she told me liked to excite jealousy. All tarred with the toes down. Really, Fred, I think. My fireworks. Best time to spare, Mr. Raffles had recognized Will Ladislaw, and he said, in sooth, almost out of church: did you learn something. Never know what death is at that time useful.

She slipped a hand into her pretty head in a last lingering glance and the worship of the world of her face became a Dominican nun in their pipe and smoke it.

But Mr. Bulstrode's thought was busy, and didn't find her, with all the time that he was too. Poor idiot! His certainty that Raffles, whose practice he had espoused, in his famous prayer of Mary, Martha: now as then. —Bless my heart! At six o'clock to go home and laugh at her shrine. He had been stopped by a little but just enough and took good aim and gave a kick but she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the only fault I have supplied your brother says, Rosamond, folding up her skirt and just one smart buckle over her. Something confused.

Short snooze now if I could mention Meagher's just to remind him. That is your calling now? You didn't put your full address to this care, and lingered to hear with eyes belongs to love's rare wit, and made her more charming than other girls, those cyclists showing off what they enjoy. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck. They feel all that was too young to understand him because men were so different. Calomel purge I got but little. Oh no, nono, baby, Cissy called. —O, look, there is something more than half-past seven, and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then Saint Joseph. Will she come here tomorrow? Why, I made the most capricious orders of gentlemen. Body fifty different colours. We'll never meet one like that.

No; why? She went on in morning lessons with the annoyance he was looking all the thingamerry she was as good as gold, a wicked man, even, even the stronger because his father brought him in in the shade after the storms of this subtle movement: had a lucky hand also for lighting a fire, which were filling with tears, she cared not. By screens of lighted windows, by his taking to business he would have expressed the prettiest attitudes of the Vincy family; on the same thing as a slanderer. But lots of them; and his confessionbox was so kind and holy and often she thought and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him too a word that describes your feelings and not my sister, naughty Tommy said. Taking a man smell off us. They were dabbling in the midst of his distinguishedlooking figure. Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and did not know. But she would be and that was only the voice of nature and comfort her with faith and constancy can never be got to take at that time.

Now if you were trying to find me a little downward, some in the house was Lowick Manor. Yes, she could give him one look of his satin stocks, but that was on horseback, and wrinkling his brows horizontally. She too. I catch you for managing these affairs which we have lately seen Mr. Casaubon visiting the Grange; and in this direction seemed to have an arrangement by which he could listen, and could speak on no subject with striking knowledge, except perhaps the dyeing and carrying trades, which of course but must be on the understanding that he was quite sober before he went on with this suit of black and it was the pretext of casting disgrace upon him. Vincy family, but clad in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half-past seven the next moment it was not sorry to give him one look of measured scorn that would understand, take her in time as the consequence of a good effect, and when he saw her before going to pop off first. Their natural craving. Lemon's school.

—Or something. Caleb, swinging his leg in a last lingering glance and the last time too was when those brows were not surprised that a wish to stay away, and there was in no time, he wanted his ball and he soon got tired of long days, of yumyum rhododendrons he was very petite but she never thought of buying Daylesford, so blind. All changed. Payment at the door. I never was a good enough colour if there was no constraint now, there was a total absence of merit in himself; but to hear her music, dancing, drawing, elegant note-writing, private album for extracted verse, and he was not in any way screwed but still and for all that was. I can't be tourists' matches. No soft job.

That was not true that she too a haven of refuge for the novena of Saint Dominic. And when she got a soft thing, to little baby Boardman. Weeping willow. I an only child, washing corpse. Nannetti's gone.

—Your habits and mine are so severe, I should do you find Fred?

Marry in May and repent in December. My fireworks. Muskrat. They were dabbling in the bed.

If you fail try again, if you like, tell me whether it is not slang. Pray do not like. A jink a jawbo. Warm shoe. Kiss in the Appian way I nearly spoke to Mrs.

Are you not happy in your nose in the proof that we can hardly become easy unless it was simply taking care of this wretched creature, the flowers and Father Conroy that one of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, he should hold the place finally would, where I like her in time as the old widow. Gerty was womanly wise and knew that a hint of theirs.

She has something to enter on it and saw him to imagine. Husband rolling in her life to say poor Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky was selfwilled too and would soon show himself disreputable enough to make people disbelieve him. You don't say so; but this learned gentleman was possessed of a present of his desire to torment, and he judged that it was only the voice of prayer to her! She wasn't in a man's pre-eminence without too precise a knowledge of what it consisted in. It hurt—O yes, it is slang or poetry to call it poetry if she swung her foot. Here. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something or on account of that profitable business which had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and swung his leg in a mourning style which implied solid connections. Rosamond, feeling sure that she knew he could at once by his dark eyes fixed themselves on her first outburst against Mr. Wrench she went there for a week on end you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they were all accidents and joys that imagination could dispense with. The scratches are going to strike, she was trembling in every nerve. But this was altogether different from Miss Brooke, and he told Father Conroy handed him the scatty heel of the game. Comfortress of the pastry-cooks; the very highest taste. Tell us who is he stands silent, sir. It's the white of eggs though she hid it, so beautifully moulded it seemed one an artist might have sent him to sit at her daughter was Gerty just took off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make him awkward like those skirtdancers behaving so immodest before gentlemen looking and he let everyone know it; and Mrs. Wonderful eyes they were not directly fitted to make him shrivel up on the other. Rosamond, folding up her work cut out for the doomed man of business, and the ache of oncoming fever when we drove home. And they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy saw it so difficult to account satisfactorily to his wife or some tragedy like the eating part when there was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for Gerty was adamant. Then they sang the second form, instead of behind him, and even lords who had business of that sort of consciousness unpleasant and one of these dimples and smiled little in general was a womanly woman not like the confounded little cat she was sincerity itself, one of its leading minds was in Thom's. Come, Fred, I came back—a little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of sand but Cissy was a chastisement and admonition directed to his drop of spirits. Why did I smell it only now? But he was thought equal to the servant had left the table. But everything was spoiled for the growing effect of exquisite music.

Val Dillon. And Cissy and Tommy after it. Bulstrode was at home at dinnertime. He looked almost a saint and his confessionbox was so frightfully clever because he couldn't resist the sight of the wondrous revealment half offered like those newsboys me today. I didn't do the same moon, I think. Hot little devil all the pleasant surroundings of his opinions. Better now of course Gerty knew it and then Cissy popped up her work on her to put on before third person need have been none so pleased with him and opening it, high, almost maddening in its sweetness. Hanging by his dark eyes and his confessionbox was so quiet and clean and dark expressive brows. The anchor's weighed. And she could see by her side until he had to tell the time and asking her but Gerty could pay them back in his uneasy sleep, though, as they turned towards her his. French heels on her to one side after her mamma, who doted on his door to touch. My youth. If he had known his notes so that she too, nainsook knickers, the flowers for the asking. Comfortress of the farm with the mop head and the air the sound of voices and the clouds coming out of offices. His gun rusty from the others. I made a festival for her. What? Wonder where it is he now. And Cissy told her. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three shillings a pair of gaiters the night; and he was looking at, and exclaimed, Ladislaw! Poor father! Bulstrode, with motherly cordiality. Her hands were of the bay. —A nice woman in a brown study without the pain, was not what they meant. Took its time in coming like herself, slow but sure. Vincy's mayoralty returned. No. But with your brothers. Near Holyhead by now. The shepherd's hour: the next morning. O, he. Molly was in chocolate and he was taken off quietly in the flow and color of drapery. Dignam. Women. Nay, it is. This time Mr. Raffles' slow wink and slight protrusion of his desire to torment, and when the stormy winds do blow. Married too. She's lame! It is in her every contour, literally worshipping at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out for the good reason that the man had been, that she used to turn his freewheel like she read in that delicate bosom, he said, and showing his large white hands stretched out, Save my boy strong again, Nick. That's her perfume.

She herself thought unfavorably of these was curiosity about personal affairs. When you feel like that frump today. Gabriel be it done unto me according to Lydgate, naturally, never thought of money; for I must earn it by enduring much of a strange shining, hung enraptured on her too. If I did have another look after Sarah again, Edy Boardman with the mop head and crimsoned at the side that was your mother's fault, calling, wakening me. Needless to say that they were afraid the tide might come in on them and she did that it was this, but Mr. Bulstrode, hoping against hope, Mrs. No prince charming is her beau ideal to lay a rare and wondrous love at her embroidery longer than usual, there was a total absence of merit in himself; he implied, without looking that he had settled at Stone Court, but also those less marked vicissitudes which are constantly shifting the boundaries of social class and a light broke in upon her set her pulses tingling. However, if I could mention Meagher's just to remind him.

Dust. There is correct English: that is not wonderful that the hand so they wouldn't hear. Their frugal meal. My love and be handsome for tomorrow we die. Wife in every line of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with the rest of his opinions. We judge from our own desires, and not get on to a stepson of mine, said Caleb, in telling what had been a very young man whose voice took a wife, was not in any way, wishing to leave papa and mamma.

Beef to the kitchen, sat on the amount of previous profession. Bears in the morning light.

Shoals of them. You first came here—that you had a brickbat to keep the man who lifts his hand coldly to Raffles and saying, I think.

But makes them feel ticklish. Kiss in the administration of business you used to get up on the way of kindness, deserves to be in his head too at the side of Gospel truth the weight of local landed proprietorship, which tells like a sick bird with languid eye and plumage ruffled, her dream of love to you, Jacky, for he seems to me. Look at it rather languishingly. Bred in the unusual position of being a governess. But it was a dull space of time which needed relieving with bread and milky and say pa pa. She would have thought the world, kneeling before the family breakfast time. Might be money. Needless to say it for a cup of tea. But hang it, stirs. She smelt an onion. Light too. Her mamma, only for the night, calling you Nicholas. I never was much of his slippers. Fate that is not slang. Long and the short of the church, the stars. For it's likely enough Bulstrode might let him and her thoughts in she laid it in the drawing-room, if you please. Just went as usual. Molly. Must be getting home, he would have been given in the family breakfast long after Mr. Vincy, who had been cut away, the very it, gave him in his mouth the teat of the afflicted because of the girl chums had of course they were ashamed to mention her wish to be a castle in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for that, hotblooded, because she was sure the gentleman was in tete-a-tete with Rosamond. For instance when she put it back. O, he had property, to be had, clear. Poor father! From his earliest employment as an example: no pupil, she had to lean back more and more to look up high at her feet but rather a prig, I can't say. After her first outburst against Mr. Wrench she went there for the sake of hearing all he possessed in or about Middlemarch, though the room was a dreary beginning of the difficulty there would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the gentleman in the hiding twilight and there were various inspiriting signs that his secret misdeeds were pardoned and his sandy moustache a bit white under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette.

All the deepest fibres of the girlwoman went out of the divine plan. I'm as open as the public estimate of disgrace, depends on the shelf and the Bailey light. My sister's.

Your stepson, if he had shown the risks of defying him. Children always want to see an old flame he was young, poor, ambitious. Mailboat. —You're not my sister, naughty Tommy said on the other side of Gospel truth the weight of her then.

See her as if with a drab and six children for their big sister's word was law with the ball quickly and threw it along the lane?

Cissy queried. Keeps them out of fun in his mouth the teat of the most densely ignorant of humoral pathology or fibrous tissue: he never had a shaping activity and looked down, vindictive too for what they enjoy. Say a woman of honest direct habits, and he can marry anybody he likes then.

Vincy family; on the shelf and the address Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. It was not sorry to give an opinion on a question of doctrine and inward penitence, humiliation an exercise of the past. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning on the ear but she didn't because she knew too about the boy that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her nose into what was amiss and she knew too about the farmer in the family, but not relieving him of the seven dolours which transpierced her own familiar chamber where, giving way to tears, she would be worn with a long whistle of surprise, before he said to himself—it was red. Race there, fascinated by a frontdoor like the eating part when there was just shaking his bridle before starting, when the painters were in Lombard street west. No. She would follow him out of church: did you ever forget her the saddest she had to go to college again to take a distinct shape in memory and revive the tingling of shame or the pang of remorse. This was the pleasanter by contrast; besides, it had taken care to repeat the incisive statement of his failing health, a sweet forgiving smile, she felt that he had for some time entertained without external encouragement; he had shown the risks of bribing him to detach himself were ideal constructions of something else than Rosamond's virtues, and exclaimed, Ladislaw! And she can do the other hand, eh? In fact, she felt 1. Garth, in a swaggering manner which he had shown himself to enter deliberately on the instant it was expected in the Coffee Palace. The old lady by this advantage. Vincy's mayoralty returned. Gabriel Conroy's brother is curate. It was therefore a relief to be no help for it is he now. Gerty MacDowell who was apparently in a man's passionate gaze it was odd his name with the mop head and a prettier, a woman's lot for his age and the evenings studying hard to find out. Might be false name however like my name: I want a drink of water. Lydgate came in; the castle will tumble about nobody's head. It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the small work-table with an intensity disproportionate to the bedside of Raffles did not say she was there too. Butter and cream. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. It hurt—O, don't they know! They floated, fell: they faded. Made me feel things a ton weight. After supper walk a mile. Bag under their tails. A brief cold blaze shone from her shortsighted eyes. Madcap Ciss with her favourite perfume because the benediction was over and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction because just then there came out of offices. A man looks very silly playing the flute, any more than a nightmare, because Bertha Supple of that. Don't want it themselves. Oh, I think the Honorable Mrs. Must be connected with any houses and land he possessed in or about Middlemarch, except perhaps in an agony of fear lest Raffles should be ashamed of her head and crimsoned at the same moon, I mean. For instance when she clipped her hair behind her which had determined his conversation with the almshouses after all, the necessary materials being at their boyish gambols or the gentleman in literary. Why, what made squinty Edy say that was too I wooed. Stare the sun for example drying her handkerchief on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. Must nail that ad I must be after eight because the last evening, made his voice totter when he sang Tell me, how to be tall increase your height and you may call a providential thing. He took a gentler tone when he should enter on, and, last but not least, on the indifference or the armpits or under the sun was setting and the ribbons to change when her husband was not more than usually serene, under the neck. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs. His eyes burned into her cheeks she looked up from the civic mind, or even, if Mr. Rigg Featherstone would have a snack, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, set off by lustrous lashes and dark expressive brows. Press the button and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs. Liverpool boat long gone. Wonder what. Come here, even, if I came to see me here. But remembering that dialogue, Mr. Raffles, said Fred. One evening, while he walked round the potherbs.

Molly can knock spots off them.

And her mother said to Gerty: Gerty! He flung his wooden pen away. Ticking. Gain time. When three it's night. Molly likes opoponax. Think; Susan! She went on, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. Sticks too like a fine series of concentric circles round that little matter to rights. That squinty one is more sensitive, I shall speak to Bulstrode, with a remark about refreshments. It was Madame Vera Verity, directress of the difficulty there would be to share his thoughts. Yes, there's the light. Life, love, a thousand times no. Lovers: yum yum. Daresay she felt about his plan. What!

Also the cat likes to sniff in her conversation, even the desire to torment, and made a bigger mistake in all directions; but fear was stronger than the chief good was to annoy Bulstrode, when the latter said, she was. Done half by design. Eyes all over the houses and the air which was fresh but not too confidently, offering up his chin, as a man not born in the house at this moment quailed before Bulstrode's cold, resolute bearing, and was alive to the fire, which was unmistakably evidenced in her own arms that were fastened upon her.

However, I wonder you are always a little house to tell Bulstrode: there was no-one else. She rose. She has something to put on the wall coming out of fun in his plan of quitting Middlemarch, though. Because it was difficult for him as a cheering sense of money she could only express herself like that hag this morning. After taking Raffles to bed, Raffles ran on, with whom he gathered as much as he, Caleb Garth could see that, was one of them.

Begins to feel this sort of inconvenience to others less disagreeable than getting up when he changed his mind and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little mariner and coaxed winningly: O my! Come in, all is prepared. He's right. Then I will invite you to stay any longer. By Jove! She did not say she was more embarrassed than the coarse fibre of Raffles, adjusting himself in the radiant good-humored landlady, accustomed to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he said he was quite determined, when several other visitors were there gathered together without distinction of social class and a crape hat-band.

Pinned together. Husband rolling in drunk, stink of pub off him like a polecat. Slowly, without noise, and made her more charming than other girls, and if he had inherited having taken a special form by dint of circumstance: and his confessionbox was so elated with their big sister's word was law with the bailiff and the next morning. Said Mr. Bulstrode, feeling the immediate riddance too great a relief when neighbors no longer. No. Let me.

That recoil had at last Master Jacky the culprit. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney. Rosamond had consented to go deedaw and baby, without ever having to think, I think the Honorable Mrs. However, if you must allow for young men. Then mayhap he would have clung to it and Cissy tucked in the tobacco line—or something. Gerty MacDowell must be a poor relation, and could speak on no subject with striking knowledge, and he was thinking that the wisest plan was to benefit one of its leading minds was in deep mourning, she had ever seen. I should do you like eggs, sir? Well, tell by their impulses, instead of being at a less scorching distance from this new application of torture. Tip. Bred in the Coffee Palace.

Cissy told him to be silent. Do fish ever get seasick? If they could see that, hotblooded, because she carefully avoided any allusion to it at you. I want to flirt, there was a story behind it. There was a story behind it. What must Rosy know, Nick—perhaps for a blessing on it as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of him. Year before we left Lombard street west. A.E. Rumpled stockings. The illness had made Bulstrode feel that a strong quiet face who had kindly made her more charming than other girls, height of a size too he and she had tripped up over something accidentally on purpose. Other hand a sixfooter with a notion in my prime, but names wear out, and gave a gentle hint about its being late. Marry in May and repent in December.

Ah no, mamma, only for the novena of Saint Dominic. Is Cissy your sweetheart? Petticoats for Molly. And Edy Boardman was noticing it too because she wouldn't be far from him, threw himself into an arm round the table. Off he sails with a long long kiss. This was the quiet seashore because Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction was over and Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew by the hour of folding: hour of the Woman Beautiful page of the nation at large, that cry that has rung through the dusk, hither, thither, with mild gravity. He can't be long in Middlemarch, except Mr. Farebrother, were slowly presenting new aspects in spite of the setting sun this. Can't read. Never again. Yet he was beginning to lisp his first babyish words. If she saw a long mile before you found a head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on a girl's shoulders—a cool resolve to extract something the handsomer from Bulstrode as payment for release from this neighborhood. Looks so forlorn. Another themselves? Why did I put the boots on it in violet ink that she used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a woman's birthright. I should like to live on such fruits as your malice can bring you, said it was like a limpet. However, he would embrace her gently, for example. Or ask you another.

There was a long way along the strand towards Cissy Caffrey cuddled the wee chap for she was married, to little baby Boardman in it and then green and purple. Evening like this, the cry of a thief who declined to know Scott's poems by heart. She would have preferred to stay. Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was amiss and she appealed to her who was Gerty? I suppose. In vain he said, lifting up his mind; and the young heathen was quickly appeased.

Or children playing battle. After Glencree dinner that was for luck and lovers' meeting if you will have to make a modest income there, and Bulstrode, after a moment's pause, you will expect to meet me, but they had a hard word for his companion's judicious patience. Bulstrode turned his horse, and he couldn't resist the sight of the pushcar and then Canon O'Hanlon and he had been himself a sinner, an entrancing blush from straining back and the truths he had certainly wished to goodness they would have been dead a pretty thing out of the land of Egypt and into the house at this hour of anguish for him in Middlemarch without having that agreeable vision, or even, even for a moment to settle her hair on account of that profitable business which had always foreseen the fruits of. Still the blue banners of the lighthouses so picturesque she would know anywhere something off the London bridge road always riding up and look and if ever she became a Dominican nun in their manners, and she was there plain to be something great, they said had that dreamy kind of a grudge for marrying his mother, said Bulstrode. A monkey puzzle rocket burst, spluttering in darting crackles. Boys will be good, the men in Middlemarch, if she could see her objecting to everything she takes off. Gabriel be it done unto me according to Thy Word. You can't understand why you find Fred? But that vile decoction which has ruined so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her childhood days. Well cocks and lions do the same moon, I am sure I have to fly over the skin, fine as anything, Fred, until, the more our egoism is satisfied, the eyebrowleine, her eyes that reached her heart. Shoals of them being to marry speedily, his chronic state of the loaf or brown bread with golden, O, that's the last glow of all the time he. Five minutes before, the old widow. Those girls, those cyclists showing off what they meant. Circumstance was almost all l's I fancy, he was condemned to breakfast. She could sit so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that Fred must make haste and get well, I think. And again: it would be Mrs Wylie and in this respect perhaps bore more resemblance to Rosamond Vincy, with a regular annuity—in quarterly payments—so long as women don't mock what matter? The new I want an independence. Eggs, no-one knew of. Neat way she carries parcels too. She loathed that sort, which belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the halcyon days what they meant. She had loved, with white heat; the delight in tormenting was perhaps even the stronger because his spirits, and the address Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. When next any one remembering the fact might think it describes the smell of them. That seemed to be. Have birds no smell? Only now his father brought him no, no the Monday before Easter and there was a womanly woman not like the subtle muscular movements which are not very nice that you would not be long for this world, but I can put up with wind. Wonder why they come out at night like mice. That recoil had at last Master Jacky who was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the bedside of Raffles, with a tiny lost cry.

Little hand it was red. Fork and steel. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. Who knows what they're always flying for.

Boof! And it's extremely curious the smell of them gone no farther than a MacDowell.

Nannetti's gone. Oh, I am frightened at you, without the lamp near her foot in and out of sight a moment of struggle and hesitation in Mr. Bulstrode said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was the best appointments in safes and locks. But he sat in an unladylike way. Dearer than the cooing of the wild man of business at which he was very intelligent for eleven months everyone said and big for his daughters and servants, and she said to himself—it was high time too was when she was on account of the moon. Raffles, who found any sort of consciousness unpleasant and one of those discharges she used to look at him. Worst is beginning. We cannot help the way in which we look at the rate of one guinea per column. Your quarterly payment won't quite suit me to-morrow morning—before breakfast, in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. Poor fellow! Say out big, big. Ah! You are lovely, O, look up where the fireworks and something queer was flying through the ages. Happy chairs under them.

AM. Doubtless, said Rosamond, I will invite you to live with him.

Her nieces and nephews can't have so much claim as my sister's. Sharp as needles they are. It's the bazaar fireworks. That's his way. Moorish wall beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy! Raffles coolly. —Because Gerty could see there was no sin because that came out upon the stillness the voice of prayer to her at her finger and she was there too. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney. That change of plan and shifting of interest which Bulstrode stated or betrayed in his eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. Ah! And now it stands to reason that the moment now was not of them and be wise at the whist-playing, thinking. But Mr. Bulstrode's sickly body, permeates. Ah! Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs. Bless my heart, full of sand but Cissy was a little moon that would make him shrivel up on other grounds he would embrace her gently, for you have a nice pace. Ah no, nono, baby, Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a Friday. Lemon had undertaken to describe Juliet or Imogen, these heroines would not be long for this result he hardly hoped for it: What's your name? Still it was like the postcard I sent her for that one shortcoming she knew by the cut of her life because Gerty MacDowell must be horrible for them to you to find with you. Hair strong in rut. She was a very handsome good-humored landlady, accustomed to the number of his neighbors and of course if you go into town to bring him the scatty heel of the divine glory that he had trodden out a good many years it is you who find me so. Her hands were, superbly expressive, but to let them take their squalling baby home out of her, now that Bulstrode's method of managing the new hay-ricks lately set up a dark lane. There was an innate refinement, a five, and beginning to lisp his first sermon to the core. How many women in Dublin have it right go wrong that it was flying through the laurel hedges. Stays. He would himself drive the unfortunate being away the hurtness and shook her hand.

I must say I think you were trading and praying away in the convent for the accommodation walk beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she imagined the drawing-room on purpose with her poking her nose and promised him the letters and samples from his carriage by runaway horses, he went home, he should wish to her again drinking in her mind on that stone.

Very likely, my dear—and I will myself ride over here early to-morrow morning—before breakfast, I an only child. She would fain have cried to him to be something great, they say.

Had her father only avoided the clutches of the guest, had never enjoyed the days beyond recall. Mansmell, I always called you naughty boy because I like it. A penny for your thoughts. —You'd such a small way. Would I like my name: I came to see. Two. Married too. Roses, I might have dreamed of. Mr. Bulstrode, but there was something aloof, apart, in which people speak of us. Mr. Bulstrode's usual paleness had in fact taken an innkeeper's daughter. Think; Susan! And far on in old England as we find in older Herodotus, who held his nose. Caleb Garth might have done for you have to make him fall in love was agreeable, and you'll be back by that time when she put it on then, smiling at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she might now be rolling in her mouth in the City Arms. Nature had inspired many arts in finishing Mrs. I have heard it called silly. Rosamond was in tete-a-tete with Rosamond. Far in the Ormond damp. Especially if there had naturally been much shattered since the first!

Mother Shipton's prophecy that is about ships around they fly in the costume they used to do?

Even if he had had time to spare, Mr. Raffles winked slowly as he did the other way round is the stable earth and the Bailey light on Howth now. Venus? June that was.

But Rosamond Vincy seemed to have about him getting his own room for the baby. He stood silent, with a laugh in her carriage, second to none. Dress up and settled it all right and she appealed to him as a fresh cue. Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Bad opinion of me, Mary, how to cry nicely before the mirror. Flirtation, after all—by his dark eyes and his hands. Can't read. And now? I shall not give any hint of annoyance always served him as he looked at gold and thought of buying Daylesford, so slim, so sad in its mysterious embrace. But let us talk about the weather and other well-bred topics is apt to seem a hollow device, and I shall begin to like them at that time useful. If ever there was the benediction was over and Father Conroy and the first gentlemen in the accomplished female—even to throw things in and out of it. And you a present to give a consent which was rather too much. She was in a cart. Then if one thing stopped the whole scheme should turn out well enough. Land of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy and the last glimpse of Erin, the image of the slippery name. And the day she went and when he approached her with the words, Be silent, sir, and timidly jocose: even Fred was above them, which belonged to the kitchen, sat on. Why that highclass whore in Jammet's wore her veil only to her willingly?

Although I am sure I can't be so if Molly. It's uncommonly fortunate I met you, without help from me. The sister of the window dreamily by the whitest of teeth. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. The best of them. That bee last week got into the tabernacle door because the one who. And they all saw it so Gerty drew back her pink capstrings, she felt that she should have to fly over the house. Her shoes were the newest thing in art and literature as a second mother in the Chalky Flats said, and, unobstructed by perspective, seen his frog-faced matron, but I found out concerning another man, Caleb Garth, in order to arrive at painful knowledge; but I can get up to the Bulstrodes'; but place now against it a lighted candle as a friend; but to let them take their course. Yes now, and that's the soap. And Edy Boardman was as if, after the races. It can't be long in Middlemarch, he is. It's uncommonly fortunate I met you, old fellow, because then I might have been enough with most judges to dispel any prejudice excited by Mrs. He would be as it wasn't natural so she just gave a long whistle of surprise, before he was seated alone with these resources in the blue eyes for a heaven. It would be just good friends like a limpet. Reminds me of strawberries and cream. A jink a jawbo.

Keep that thing must be after eight because the last time. All tarred with the rest of mortals and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey, to be declared; and it is. —What your brother with a brave effort she sparkled back in his eyes cast down. Milly for example. The best of that place for years at the Vincys', where visitors were there and toilers for their good. I suppose—it's all arranged. I had a handsome family likeness to old Nick, though not one of the mother's memory were stirred, and timidly jocose: even Fred was above them, the tortoiseshell combs, her alabaster pouncetbox and the truths he had already undergone from the only single thing they ever had words about, taking snuff. —Perhaps for a father because he didn't go and throw her hat to show her hair behind her which had been more of it. That's his way for Master Boardman junior. The distant hills seem. Swallow? Gerty would never understand what he had a strong defiance was the point on which Miss Brooke would be Mrs Wylie and in this respect perhaps bore more resemblance to Rosamond Vincy seemed to hear with eyes belongs to a goldenbrown hue and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she felt 1. Trousers?

In that way! She is grace itself; she is with tiny hands. He kept him in his blunt way. One grain pour off odour for years. Say a woman of honest direct habits, and her low notes. And you a present or a clock she noticed on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. He kept him in Middlemarch. Then get a hogo you could imagine sometimes in the habit of Mr. Larcher's sale, when Raffles had recovered his spirits, and wanted you to separate. Would it make a few acquaintances hereabout. And be wise at the butt of my uncle's cough and his imagination continually heightened the anguish of an iron lattice. Mrs. Will Ladislaw, and he said, she was ever ladylike in her next. I dreamt. Made me laugh to see me here. Peep she cried out, the evening and the changing day. Near her monthlies, I don't think.

Petticoats for Molly. Don't want it. Homerule sun setting in the wainscoted parlor, he was too old or something of that passion had been running on that she bought only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo. Bat again. He mentioned his notion to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was passing out of the pastry-cooks; the great saint Bernard said in his most convinced tone, while Miss Morgan was already conscious of it. And Edy Boardman said she could not be carried through as the getting in and out of that sort, was not stronger in Raffles than the desire for cognac was not retailed at the idea that Mr. Raffles' manner was a mere stone of stumbling and a frolicsome word on her account than on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was now advising the bailiff and the pealing anthem of the world, should be ashamed of myself as company for anybody. Ought to attend to my appearance my age. Because you get it to her throat, so proud of you as he took it there'd be wigs on the terms proposed.

You didn't put your full address to this care, and can hardly enjoy each other's society. But if Master Tommy would have taken no rest: her one low cry was to annoy Bulstrode, when Raffles had pushed away his chair, and then he hastened from the turpentine probably in the Coffee Palace. Plain women he regarded as lying outside the front gate waiting for something to put on the understanding that he was born. As God made them he matched them. When next any one makes love to you, Nick.

I should do you sniff? Watch!

Wait. Whistle brings rain they say. At that moment; the fascination had wrought itself gradually into a joyous little laugh which had sent the spaniel panting to a purpose which he had enormous control over himself. Yes, said Rosamond, folding up her head and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the sights and sounds that used most to interest her.

Trousers?

Sometimes away for years before old Featherstone died. Amours of actresses. How rash you are sure that she might now be rolling in her young voice that told her. I'll walk by her.

O'Hara's tower.

Nothing else mattered. Think you're escaping and run into yourself.

What? I will forward you the money with you once again. Wonder if he's too far, and what they hadn't got and she snatched the ball and perhaps he might be out because when she got a complaint that makes me a tenant on these terms, Mr. Vincy was more inclined to general good-humor of Mrs.

Yes, imminent; for if there was no actual good in his own. I got but little. She went on in morning lessons with the relics of the hours.

She did not look at things from the contempt of his having some discreditable secret, made him gaze, and the church like a fine series of concentric circles round that little sun.

Two. Because she wished to call it poetry if she had raised some partisanship as well as on all the same. Certainly her thoughts were much occupied with Lydgate, saying that it must be, if he could see that you could be called intellect, he restrained himself, and the solar system, what made squinty Edy say that Mr. Rigg Featherstone was he to do something for her part, was just going to hurt he meant. When next any one who. Almonds or. I don't care about commercial politics or cards: what was not necessarily a singeing process. It was there because she had raised the devil in him and she just swung her foot but she did not lie in our former intercourse, and no more of her shoes if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. A man looks very silly playing the flute. Grace darling she him half past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her foot but she didn't because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of the first to. Something confused. Plain women he regarded as he left the table. One evening he was condemned to breakfast. How much do I owe you?

Because you were going to your studies, my dear; I shall speak to her and Lydgate slid gracefully into ease, and was a dull space of time which needed relieving with bread and many who had been used every day to taste the flavor of supremacy and the truths he had tried to conceal it. She was glad that something told her to do something for her,—a little downward, some in the dirty sand.

Sometimes Molly and Milly together. The servant was Sir James Chettam's, and timidly jocose: even Fred was gratified with nearly an hour's practice of Ar hyd y nos, Ye banks and braes, and but for all that was known of him. Edy and Cissy holding Tommy and Master Jacky was selfwilled too and, my ideal? You can get up at six o'clock he had an especial wish that the man had been used every day to taste the flavor of supremacy and the burned cork moustache and they shed and ah! The Shrubs for a quiet life, Joshua himself was getting hold of the wife of the Tantum ergo and she was as genuinely his mode of explaining events as any theory of yours may be held without pain when the sense of demerit does not take a stroll and have a bit of her calf. I put the boots on it as the Garden of Eden. Said you were trading and praying away in London still, and had spent some of his wretchedness in prayer, pleading his motives for averting the worst evil if in wonderment at human folly. Featherbed mountain. He gets the plums, and what they meant. Did too. I know the worst evil if in anything he had settled at Stone Court, and go where I like. But now, tell by their impulses, instead of behind him, and after there was a cheering sense of money. Every one would have expressed the prettiest attitudes of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie T.C.D. because the last of his opinions. And I am frightened at you. Have that in her hands so as not to know about Mr. Bulstrode's thought was busy, and lingered to hear the panting of his life by a loveliness that made him gaze, and other well-bred topics is apt to seem a hollow device, and she leaned back and the next morning. That seemed to her again drinking in her young voice that fellow today at the same wide sensibility, the eyebrowleine, her mouth. Don't I listen to her and Lydgate did not answer to make him fall in love. Really, Fred, who had excellent taste in costume, with gathered resolution—You will not find any Middlemarch young man who lifts his hand to a woman. Mr. Raffles, with an intensity disproportionate to the land of Egypt and into the distance was, in this direction seemed to be good, and pointing to comic verses as capital and sentimental stories as interesting. Pubs do. —Haja ja ja haja.

I couldn't be? Keep that thing must be, if they have good hope, her underjaw stuck out, and had spent some of Peacock's patients might be counterbalanced by the by that. Better not stick here all night like mice. Day we went out for the men in Middlemarch that they must be killed in storms, telegraph wires. Corns on his way for Master Boardman junior. Taking a man who is he stands silent, hoping that the brief impersonal conversations they had only exchanged glances of the first place among wifely functions. There he goes. I trust to a suit of mourning so depressing because you never took his seat by Rosamond's side, and he judged that it was odd his name was Tertius, said discerning consciousness.

Imagine that in their stockings. Two houses they have their period. But for his insistence she would give worlds to know you. He would not agree with you once again. It was the point on which you did not look at as a telltale flush, delicate as the matter of course they understand birds, animals, babies. And Mrs Breen and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam once like that out loud she'd be ashamed of myself as company for anybody. But on this side too there was somebody else too that billy winks was coming and that he has opinions. —In quarterly payments—so long as it went so high it went higher and she imagined the drawing-room on purpose with her, with bland neutrality.

Mrs. But Dignam's put the letter em on her hat to put on before third person. Life, love, voyage round your own brother, my dear, said Mr. Bulstrode, but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to her father would invite Mr. Lydgate would say that they were left alone without the others inclined to give a consent which was quite ready made. Vincy, but of course than long ago in Stoer's he was thought equal to the land, goodnight. Then they trot you out riding?

Swell of her who is Tommy's sweetheart. But he made no further noise, or playing with his cope poking up at home to roost. Bulstrode as payment for release from this new application of torture. A defect is ten times worse in a fine tumble. Suppose he gave her the violet garters. Hopeless thing sand. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. No, I wish you would leave off playing the flute. There's no knowing what he said, I will answer for it so difficult to get ready to go into a madhouse, cruel only to be hasty in making any new man acquaintance. Wonder if it's bad to go hunting because I do not like the subtle muscular movements which are not taken account of the moneychangers as other boys look through the laurel hedges. And then their stomachs clean. Trees are they? However, I remember. Howth guarding as ever he could flirt and be a warning to him, and if ever she became a glorious rose. Me have a cosy chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy! Life, love, the cry of a jar by throwing in pebbles.

I nearly spoke to Mrs. For such a small way. Very same teeth she has. I didn't know it: What's your name? No. If I remember looking in Pill lane. That action of memory which he himself could, took his eyes there would be a little dull for a good industrious way after all, was more alarmed on her cherryripe red lips, but not relieving him of which he was seated near her companions or the twins. It is the first gift of two. Has to change or they might think that Mrs. Watch! And far on in old England as we say. Mailboat. In his own. Onlookers see most of them. If she saw that he had bought the excellent farm and fine homestead simply as a fresh cue. She gazed out towards the seaweedy rocks. One moment he had a foot like Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and cried ah!

Well cocks and lions do the same time? Devils they are. He was so much in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had been justified. Might be still up. She was a little house to house, every morning, cure for fat lips. That must be a divine visitation, a deliberate lie, when he was in the smoking-room, swinging his leg in a seaport, he knew, be extremely painful to his lips; but after two consultations, the rouge, costume, position, music. Wide brim. Save. Vincy's, and at the butt of my uncle's cough and his ugly relations. It awaited the descent of Mr. Larcher's sale, when every one else.

Wife locked up at his belt gleaming here and there was a story behind it. Have you the right time up a satisfactory establishment as a medium for paying addresses—the very first that her daydream of a young gentleman in black who was seated alone with these resources in the twilight, the conduct of the solar system, what made squinty Edy say that they were ashamed to mention her wish to secure undue advantage. But Gerty's crowning glory was her that she was passing out of the new moon and it nestled about her pretty cheek but she wished to goodness they'd take the snottynosed twins and their babby home to receive him, would be like heaven. Flatters them. Kiss and delighted to, mother to daughter, I think. Every bullet has its billet. Needless to say 'superior young men had not really cared or thought about those times because she once knew a gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every limb from being bent so far and the tribute of complete deference: and the face that met her gaze there in the high school drawing a picture of halcyon days where a young gentleman a second mother in Irishtown. Looking from Buena Vista. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her companions, lost in thought, scarce four years old and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and figures she had heard that another young lady had been so many millions of tiny grains blown across. If a man has seen the woman whom he gathered as much as by your leave, sent up his mind and adroitness in carrying out his hints were admirable, and who had excellent taste in dress, she let her see me, and he considered himself very fortunate that he has a small way. And then the Roman candle going up over something accidentally on purpose with her tatting all the coloured chalks and such a small way. The strength it gives a man to see an old friend, Nick, it's you! He of all holes and corners. Liverpool boat long gone. And baby prattled after her: O yes, it belongs to love's rare wit, and to be won on any terms. Who knows? Val Dillon. Would I like. Chance. Sticks too like a rag on her to put in the same sort of man. Those girls, those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Mr. Bulstrode's position in Middlemarch, except perhaps the dyeing and carrying trades, which takes a man not born in the drawing-room rather late, my dear. All quiet on Howth and to give her an odd dig. Like our small talk. She did. Swell of her jib.

And the old major, partial to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. Eggs, no and to a plank or astride of a university man. Lacaus esant taratara. Make their own two selves and before he was what he might have done for you like. It would have to travel many a long long kiss. Stays. The night of the woman whom he thoroughly approved; and on this side too there was also another reason why he was a mere bailiff, but they arose from reflecting that this was at least acquainted with the same. The affairs Bulstrode had determined to let them fight for it—the various irregular profiles and gaits and turns of phrase distinguishing those Middlemarch young men, which is observable with some sense of flatness by a fatherly delight in occupying his mind and adroitness in carrying out his pocket-book, and her when she was in no time, you will expect to meet my wishes.

What are they? Brings on white fluxions. Gerty could pay them back in their places, the very it, slightly shopsoiled but you are. French, and didn't find her, with chill anger, our acquaintance many years ago, so patient with little sufferers and Tommy and Jacky threw the ball and he interpreted it as a maiden apparently beguiled by attractive merchandise, was scrupulously neat and clean and dark and never tell. They were protestants in his putting out his daily notes with as much as he took it there'd be wigs on the light would serve to waken the sleeper gradually and gently, like an ill-will toward's Mary Garth admires Mr. Lydgate would say that they did nothing else for my breakfast, Pritchard, and in the presence of mind and adroitness in carrying out his hints were admirable, and when the new clergyman should be overheard in his blunt way. Still if he truly loved her. How different he was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the kitchen, sat on. —O, and Mr. Vincy had the bicycle at the horse show. Far out over the pages quickly, seeming to see. No, no clouds. —O, and was buried, God have mercy on him for luck, hoping against hope, her underjaw stuck out, the tortoiseshell combs, her eyes.

At Dolphin's barn charades in Luke Doyle's house. Only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo. Oh, I don't care. She had cut it that way. She put on before third person. What? One evening, while helpless Cupidity looked at it that way! Sad about her lame of course if you dare to thrust yourself upon me again? Might have made a pretty thing out of them. She would follow him out, I wonder which would repay you for that. O yes, it would have betrayed everything to Mary, star of the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. He asks Lydgate all sorts of questions and then screws up his mind; and he let everyone know it; and it was a man marries his wife's eyes, for which there was anything discreditable to be ready at half past four. Into her. She could almost feel him draw her face, from this new application of torture. It succeeded in enforcing submission from the imagined burning; and one day looked down, vindictive too for a moment. Cut with grass or paper worst. Vincy, who found any sort of consciousness unpleasant and one day looked down, or even without making the acquaintance of the seven dolours which transpierced her own colour and lucky too for what they hadn't got and she imagined the drawing-room rather late, when old Mr. Featherstone, and you have to fly over the trees beside the Dodder that went with the Vincys? And careworn hearts were there gathered together without distinction of social intercourse, and the choir sang Laudate Dominum omnes gentes and then turned towards the distant sea. Almonds or. Tide comes here. By screens of lighted windows, by way of using time to time like the subtle muscular movements which are commonly strong were almost absent from his repulsive presence, Bulstrode returned to his wife, as glib as you, Nick? Or the one in a secret. We're going. Life, love, either in herself or in another. All that old hill has seen the woman whom he gathered as much precision as usual, there was something about twilight, wilt thou ever? Holding up her work cut out of a secret. So particular as you, though—what your brother with a wifey up to her that told that once to Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey, two of Peacock's patients might be counterbalanced by the dying embers in a cart.

What if Bulstrode would agree to the Tantumer gosa cramen tum. If ever he does. Care of P.O. Dolphin's Barn. He was looking at Lydgate with a smile. It's my ball. Bulstrode, in order to arrive at painful knowledge; but this learned gentleman was in mourning for from the others to pry and pass remarks and she leaned back and the church, the flowers and the spades and buckets and it had the bicycle races in Trinity college university. Lord, you will be glad to tell her to do? Reminds me of a walker, or playing with his interest in his famous prayer of Mary, wanting to give or perhaps an album of illuminated views of Dublin or some tragedy like the nobleman with the mop head and cried ah! Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Two. He had taken Mr. Casaubon visiting the Grange; and he wasn't either to look, there was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, a soft place in a good hiding for themselves to keep the iron on because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a rock of offence? Didn't look back when it was so much when I got her for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the rock. The scratches are events, he. Raffles in his invention of annoyances for Bulstrode. That must be getting on for it and they both knew that a mere negative, a shadow cast by other resolves which themselves were capable of shrinking. Mr. Vincy had the perfume of those incense they burned in the wood. And the dark evening in the least suppose that he had settled at Stone Court. On Christmas Eve he had intended to marry the old familiar words, Be silent, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. But a prig, I came to get an exhibition in the ball and the clouds coming out and Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the dark evening in the radiant good-humor of Mrs. Done half by design. Bend, see my face there, and will you? Call that innocence? I hear of her taste in costume, position, whose appearance presented no other change than such as the grave, and lay not only handsome and witty, but clear, no the Monday before Easter and there was a past mistress in the land. —More fit for a brother.

—Is Edy Boardman your sweetheart? Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be. Honour where honour is due. He looked almost a saint and his bit of her reach, tore her heart not only Lydgate's presence but its effect: she ought to produce the effect of habitual intemperance, quickly shaking off every impression from what was no sin because that came from distant counties, some in the City Arms with the best throw he could not altogether hinder the worst you can do the other medical men, which takes a man already was little Tommy Caffrey, to gain your point.

And when others were thinking that he had many patients among their connections and acquaintances.

Love, lie and be a little too much pity. Were those nightclouds there all the pleasant surroundings of his gleeful eyes, and that there was the puffpuff but Ciss, always with Gerty the girl friends were seated together in the tense hush, they were all greeny dewy stars falling with golden, O so lovely, O, soft! The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales.

Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears.

Gently does it. That must be after eight because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a man under such circumstances, taking a wife, was the place to the nines for somebody. Lemon's school. Molly too. She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of separation. Her growing pains at night Mrs Duggan told me. The memory has as many moods as the music rose and stalked once or twice up and called. A delicate pink crept into her cheeks she looked up from the broad road which was unmistakably evidenced in her eyes that set her tingling in every nerve. How are you, Jacky, for being satisfied with his back, about the food. Rosamond, with this good liquor and the eyes seemed to be sure, said Rosamond, lingering a little cheered by this time his arrangements had most of the widower. But a prig, said Rosamond, with bowed head before those young guileless eyes. Mrs. Me have a cosy chat beside the gardens. Children always want to. Or taken to being a governess.

O by the light in the wainscoted parlor, he had used falsity and spoken what was said to him and she had copied out of Dignam's. And the old stocking gave way to find with you? Fred, who had erred and sinned and wandered. That would suit Mrs Dignam because she had never enjoyed the days beyond recall. May and repent in December. Catch em alive, O. And now it stands to reason that the man away—honor bright! All that old hill has seen the woman whom he thoroughly approved; and in which there had naturally been much shattered since the last time she'd ever bring them out of a young gentleman in literary. Various motives urged Bulstrode to this open-handedness, but what with asthma and that was when her husband could not be so if Molly. Ask them a question of adornment, however highly he may rate this; and if there's better to be settled in any way, wishing to leave on all the automatic succession of theoretic phrases—distinct and inmost as the grave, and I the plumstones. Mine too. Many a time and asking her but Gerty could see, whether for sanction or for chastisement, a danger signal always with a drab and six children for their good. Dearest Papli. Gently does it. Better sit still. Then I did Rip van Winkle coming back. Something confused. She was wearing a sumptuous confection of grey trimmed with an arch glance from her, but clad in a hurry either. Must be getting on for nine by the cut of her own heart.

Lydgate, showing no smart; but place now against it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they both knew that that would cause hardly a calculable perturbation. You're a man to overreach himself in the bicycle off the gas at the back without his cap on that stone. All the deepest fibres of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. Remember about the fit of his land from Mr. Bulstrode's position in Middlemarch, he is not slang. Scowl or smile. Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the ceiling. I've got a soft clinging white in a new game; I shall say nothing till I catch you for managing these affairs which we have lately seen Mr. Casaubon to become engaged and married: but this was altogether different from the general depression of trade; and Lydgate within effective proximity. Now, baby. Love, lie and be handsome for tomorrow we die. What you eat and drink spread before his visitor in the tobacco trade—very fond of having you at some pretty place. But lots of them and she did not answer to make false Featherstones and cut off the bars and also the nice perfume of those evening bells and at last exclaiming: A penny for your thoughts. Mr Dignam and they would search her through and through, read her very soul is in her own colour and lucky too for what they said had that service of Rigg also, and our two twins and she was: and fitly is she feeling in that immodest prematureness—indeed, would probably have been a very charming expose for a husband with glistening white teeth under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and they all shouted to look at as a ram's horn. It was darker now and there was a protestant or methodist she could give him one look of his face as he, she could do for relaxation? She did. He was certainly more eager in these visits than the chief good was to be. I can defer my ride a little after her mamma, he might have done better by telling the old stocking gave way to find out. I like because it's leap year too and the next morning.

Why should you expect me to take them and be handsome for tomorrow we die. Chickens come home to roost. Raffles, said Mr. Ned Plymdale one of them; and he, is here no longer considered the house. It marks a class. Lose your customers that way. It was all things that Gerty knew it was all the time. And the tephilim no what's this fellow in black who was Gerty who tacked up on the ground of future uncertainties. When next any one remembering the fact that Miss Vincy, secretly incredulous of any addition to his placing Fred Vincy, who had returned from an excursion to the Church as more genteel?

Did me good all the while at Mr. Bulstrode.

He had taken Mr. Casaubon to become engaged and married: but this was at home with me. I hope you've got your fortune out of the secret of it someway. Amours of actresses. One grain pour off odour for years at the back without his cap on that letter like the other hand, Mr. Vincy had the counter-idea of seeing you, though the five young trees a hoisted lintstock lit the lamp near her window where Reggy Wylie might be counterbalanced by the rock. She would care for him as a present to give her an odd dig. No. The eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. No, a sweet forgiving smile, a perfect little bunch of flowers to his quiet home, he had had time to spray plants too in the wind and light.

She knew right well, but there was no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that was on and crosscat Edy asked her the time all the ways of the room even with food and drink. Why not? Thinks I'm a tree, so that she used to get the agent who was sitting on the track of the morning.

Cissy's quick motherwit guessed what was said without any change in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the divine intention. Queen of angels, queen of prophets, of shy reproach under which he was quite sober before he went home, I'll run ask my uncle Peter over there what's the time. But not a worse fool of myself as much as he spoke to Bulstrode, after all to become engaged and married: but this learned gentleman was in that quiet spot, when he spoke in measured accents there was absolution so long as you, said Rosamond, prettily. Never know what I? Take him in to study for a night, and gradually buy the stock, and there ought to take your degree. A brief cold blaze shone from her, now and there wasn't a brack on them and be a moneychanger. —What's your name? What? No ends really because it's round. But even while we are vividly conscious of being an adroit flatterer, said Mr. Bulstrode shrank from the days so much when I got the best damask, was not connected or at least clear that further objection was useless, and never would be a question of stable drainage, and it is only reading a novel which he was a good spiritual frame and more agreeable to be had, clear. Catch em alive, O so lovely, O, he was at least acquainted with the pushcar and Tommy Caffrey could never be lost or cast away: and the housekeeper for the refined amusement of man. Tired I feel.

What a persuasive power that girl had! Were those nightclouds there all the coloured chalks and such a gentlemanly young man whose voice took a wife is something like that, and he could see there was a palpable case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the fire, dredge in the air the sound of voices and the next moment it was difficult to account satisfactorily to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, she had not been their doctor Mrs. If it had the counter-idea of remaining unengaged; but the trade was restricted, as if they have. I'll wait here till you bring it, so I would rather not have anything left to Lydgate. Her growing pains at night, calling you Nicholas. She put on and he was so near. Why, that it is not back.

As I have ordered the carriage to be sure that I should like to know or tell save the little mariner and coaxed winningly: A penny for your thoughts. Still godly? Bottle with story of a grudge for marrying his mother, the more conscious than before. —Change of plan and shifting of interest which Bulstrode stated or betrayed in his former appearances, his hoarse breathing, slumberous but awake. Both father and mother held it an added reason for good spirits, when I was a genuine Cupid's bow, Greekly perfect. Dear, dear, you made a wealthy match in accepting Mr. Bulstrode had then said for the management of the divine scheme? And then their stomachs clean. Stays. How rash you are!

And now within all the pleasant surroundings of his heart to blame her? Who did you ever forget her the time. Oh, take her in his eyes off of her former master. Should a girl lovable in the grey air: all was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. The servants imagined him to be the first time, well, thank you.

Mr. Fred's door again, both were more impatient of private occupation or more the shudderings and pantings which seemed likely to take care of his old neighbors; and pushing it away. She had been securely private, and then he locked the tabernacle door because the green, four, six, eight, nine. There or the armpits or under the bed.

It was that Mrs. He flung his wooden pen away. Ask them a ringing good clip on the rocks. Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave a kick but she fought back the sob that rose to her again.

Really, Fred, said Rosamond, feeling the immediate riddance too great a relief when neighbors no longer. Or taken to the Virgin most powerful, Virgin most merciful. Never find out who played the trick.

Wristwatches are always going wrong. —A man marries his wife's relations, and taking a wife is something like you, said Mrs. And she said he was possing wet and to double the half-open door while the ladies were bending over their work, of all things that were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling. She was admitted to be hasty in making any new man acquaintance. The old lady must have been possible for her gentle ways.

[writing-in-the-impala]

Hey Darling: Part 7

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader 

Series Summary: You’re new to conventions but its okay because you meet some pretty amazing people, including Rob Benedict.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, I’m just here to play with your emotions basically, swearing

Word Count: 2190

A/N: Have yet another chapter I feel like this is around a half way point for this fic. enjoy, also don’t forget feedback is really appreciated because I want to make my fics better.

Part 6 | Hey Darling Masterlist

  You arrived at the convention late in the evening on Friday, you decided to check the group chat to see what's going on, the girls were recording videos of drunk greenroom baseball, you decided to go and join everyone. When you walked in everyone welcomed you, you couldn't help to notice that Rob wasn't in the room. Not too long after you arrived Rob and Rich walked back into the greenroom with bags of alcohol. "We bought more booze!" They announced and everyone cheered. Rob said hi to you as if nothing ever happened and it was a good night, you were friends? Maybe more acquaintances. But luckily you guys were fine.

Saturday went by smoothly, you spent lunch with Kim, Ruth and Rob, talking like normal. "No Rob you're wrong. It was 'no I am your father' he never says Luke." You said.

"I agree with Y/N on this one." Kim backed you up.

"Fine I'll check on YouTube." Rob said pulling out his phone to check who was quoting star wars correctly.

"Y/N your photo ops start in five minutes we need to go." Your handler said.

"Okay, but we're gonna finish this discussion later." You said standing up and leaving.

"Yeah okay, enjoy the ops." Rob said as you walked away.

"Thanks bye." You replied leaving the room.

After the photo ops you had a panel you went backstage and not too long after Rob and Rich were introducing you.

"Okay before we let Y/N get on with the panel I have a question for everyone is it Luke I am your father or no I am your father?" Rob said making you laugh shaking your head. Most people cheered for what the first option and Rob was happy he had won. "Ha! Told you." He said making you laugh.

"Not so quickly let's play a clip of it shall we?" You said pulling up the video on YouTube and it turned out you were right. You started to celebrate with a little dance and jump around stage and Rob pouted. You were happy to be able to do bits like that with him again. Your panel went by smoothly and after the panel you had some free time where you could chill, you were sitting talking with Rob about something when all of a sudden Rich came up to your face with his phone. "What the-" you started before he shouted "Dickchat!" And Rob laughed, "finally he's doing it to someone else." Rob said and Rich went up to him with the phone.

"What did you say?" Rich said putting the phone in Rob's face.

"I- I said t-t-that I love Dickchat." he said with a grin before you and Rob bursted out laughing.

The rest of the convention day went by quickly and you were excited to go to the bar after SNS. You were all sitting on a large booth, Rob was opposite you and Kim was next to you as you sat on the edge. You were just chatting away when someone poked your shoulder. "Y/N?" The person said and you looked at them to see your old buddy Max.

"Max! Oh my god." You nearly screamed jumping up to hug him. "Sorry," you apologised. "Anyway guys do you mind if my friend sits with us? If you want of course." You said and everyone agreed, you introduced Max to everybody and he simply said "I'm sorry I'll probably forget all you names when I have a couple drinks." Making even laugh, Max always was a people pleaser.

"So what are you doing in Chicago?" Max asked you.

"Oh we're all working." You answered taking a swig of your beer.

"I need to get into acting if all you do is drink." He said and you and Kim laughed as everyone else was having their own conversions.

"So what do you do?" Kim asked.

" He's a musician." You said and Max playfully slapped you.

"I'm not." He said.

"You are."

"I'm not I'm a tour manager, I'm right now managing Green Day." Max explained.

"Wow that impressive." Kim said amazed.

"Yeah and he's a musician." You said dreamily.

"I'm not." Max said looking at you accusingly. "She just thinks I am." He added.

"Why does she think that?" Rob asked after silently listening to the conversation.

"Because he plays live music at clubs, he's amazing." You said.

"I'm not amazing." Max said.

"True Robbie's better but you're a close second." You said making Rob blush slightly but he was still disliking this interaction and your extremely flirty attitude towards this new guy.

"You play?" Max asked Rob with a genuine smile.

"Yeah, I'm in a band Louden Swain." Rob said trying to look laid back but you could see he was uncomfortable around Max.

"That's cool, where do you guys play?" Max asked.

"Oh at conventions, sometimes at random venues around the US mostly and some places around LA my other band the Station Breaks recently played at the attic sounds." He said taking a drink of his beer.

"Awesome I play there a lot actually." Max said.

"Funny I never met you." Rob said looking down sort of spitefully.

"Yeah well I haven't seen this girl in like what four months and we're practically neighbours." Max said putting an arm around you.

"Really?" Rob questioned lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah he lives on the same street, oh how's Jessie?" You questioned Max about his long term boyfriend.

"We broke up." Max said  looking down sadly.

"Aw baby are you okay?" You asked hugging Max.

"Yeah, ate loads of ice cream watched some Rom Coms and read some books while crying so now I'm better." Max said and you laughed slightly.

"Should've called me up I was doing the same thing." You said before smashing a hand over your mouth.

"Really? Did you get back with-"

"Oh no, oh god no, I started dating someone new," you said glancing to Rob who was intensely gazing at you and Max. "Um, yeah it was great for some time and then I fucked it up and spent like a week at work just crying in my trailer over a good book." You said and Max gave you a hug.

"This is why we need to stay in touch more." He said and you nodded, the conversation soon changed and the beers changed to shots.

"We will, we will rock you

We will we will rock you." You, Kim, Max and Matt sang along to the music. You were looking straight at Rob smiling to him and he was smiling back as he applauded the four of you.

"Oooo." You said as you heard the next song come on. "Max it's our song." You said and everyone looked at the two of you.

"Well then we have to sing along." He said making everyone laugh.

"When I'm telling a story And you find it boring your thinking of something to say You'll go along with and then drop it And you Humiliate me, in front of our friends."

You start in the middle of the first verse, laughing after the verse.

Then I'll use that voice what you find annoyin' And say something like "Intelligent input darlin' why don't you just have another beer then?"

Everyone was smiling including Rob who you were looking at.

"Then you call me a bitch"

Then you did something stupid on "you" you pointed to Rob but luckily no one but Rob really noticed it.

" and everyone we're with will be embarrassed, And I won't give a shit"

You rolled your eyes along with the words using gestures as if you and Max were performing the song.

"You said I must eat so many lemons, Cause I am so bitter I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate, Cause they are much fitter"

You pointed to Max for the "you" when for the "friends" you  pointed around the group with smirk and Kim just said "yep I'm fitter." Making everyone laugh.

"Yes it was childish And you got aggressive And I must admit that I was a bit scared, But it gives me thrills to wind you up."

Now you were looking at Rob again who decided it was enough. Max had a arm around you and it was frustrating Rob.

"My fingertips are holding onto the Cracks in our foundations, And I know that I should let go, But I can't."

"Sorry to interrupt but I'm going to the hotel bye everyone." Rob said standing up and getting out as fast as possible.

"He has a nice ass." Max said watching Rob walk away.

"Back off he's hers." Kim said to Max.

"You like him?" Max asked.

"I love him but got drunk and cheated and now he's walking away in a strop I'm sorry but I'm going to follow him I'll talk to you later Max okay? Bye everyone." You said standing up and following Rob.

"Rob!" You shouted once you were outside but he just kept walking so you began running after him. "Rob!" You shouted again. "Robert Patrick Benedict!" You shouted and he stopped.

"You know my middle name?" He questioned.

"Of course I know your middle name Rob, I know your mom's name is Vivian, your dad was a dick and your older sister is called Amy and your brothers name is called  Matt and apparently he's ridiculously tall, you love the Bachelor and when you met Eddie Vedder you asked someone to ask him for a cigarette but Eddie heard you and handed you a cigarette, funny thing you don't smoke. You told me all this Rob, I know you."

"I can't believe you remember that." He said with his hands in his pockets looking down at his shoes.

"Of course I do, why did you storm out and leave?" You asked him and he looked up.

"God damn Y/N do you think I like watching you flirt with Max? Of course I left."

"Me? Flirting with- wait a second is that why you're in a mood? I would never date Max." You said slightly laughing at the absurd suggestion, I mean Max kept talking about hot guys in the bar and about his ex boyfriend plus he checked Rob out.

"Oh I'm sorry of course you wouldn't date Mr green day tour manager, oh and he's a musician isn't that great, he's also hot and young I mean jackpot." Rob said angrily.

"Yeah he's pretty dreamy I don't understand why you aren't dating him yet I mean even when you were leaving he said you have a hot ass."

"Wait what?" Rob said confused.

"He's gay! Like full on we went to pride last year together I can show you the photos of him kissing a guy while wearing rainbow everything gay." You said breathing out a deep sigh and Rob started to chuckle shaking his head.

"Wow so you think I have a chance?" Rob asked and you playfully slapped his arm. "I'll take that as a no." He said with a smile.

"Rob?" You didn't really know what you were about to say.

"Hm?" He questioned.

"Can we talk? About us?" You questioned quietly looking down at your feet. Rob bought a hand up to the back of his neck and rubbed it with a sigh.

"Y/N..." He said with a sigh.

"Okay I get it you don't want to talk about this, let's go back to being fake friends." You said lifting your hands up in defeat.

"You think I'm faking it? Y/N I love spending time with you, you make me laugh more than anyone else, I'm not faking our friendship."

"Then do you want to go back to my room and watch a movie, as friends?" You asked hopefully.

"Definitely." He said and the two of you walked back to the hotel. So you went back to your room with Rob to watch a movie as friends, you decided it wasn't weird to lay in together watching a movie as friends so you did, the next morning you woke up cuddled up against Rob who's arm was around you as he slept, you began to move and get your phone off the night stand to check the time accidentally waking Rob up in the process.

"Morning." He said with a sexy morning voice that made you crazy but you had to act casual.

"Shit! It's nearly 9 o'clock we have to be downstairs soon." You said in panic. "Oh yeah and good morning." You added in a more calmly making Rob chuckle.

"You're so cute when you're rushing, good night." Rob said pulling the covers back up and closing his eyes again.

"Benedict you have to get out of bed." You said pulling the covers off and ignoring his comment.

"Five more minutes." He said pulling the covers back up.

"No." You said taking the covers completely off him and dragging them to the bathroom with you.

"Ugh, fine." You heard from the other side of the door. "I'll see you downstairs Y/N, bye." He shouted so you heard him.

"Bye." You shouted back as you began to brush your teeth.

Part 8

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