#at least this time he would actually be present when murray opened his big mouth

[schnuckiputz]

i can just imagine murray after the whole vecna thing taking one look at steve and eddie and thinking, "here we go again!"

so he rolls up his sleeves and prepares to give them the murray bauman treatment tm.

but for once, the joke's on him because these two have been dating for months now, they have just been really good at playing up the whole frenemy thing until now.

and while mike wheeler loses his mind in the background, murray has to concede that "we like steve" might have just outplayed him. fine. it's a tie.

[delta-piscium]

I wrote this in September and it’s been collecting dust in my docs and staring back at me with judgement whenever I post or write something else so here 

“Steve” a familiar voice shouts across the room.

Steve turns around, and there, on the other side of the crowded room is Tommy. It really shouldn’t be as big of a shock to see him as it is. Steve is at a house party on a Friday night, it would have been weirder if Tommy wasn’t here. But still, that doesn’t mean he’s prepared to see him, they basically haven’t talked in three years, ever since Steve ‘chose’ Nancy over him and Carol (aka finally dropped them because they were horrible and didn’t drop Nancy because she isn’t). 

Still, he plasters on a smile, making it as polite as he can, and waves. Hopes it will be enough but of course, it isn’t. Tommy starts weaving through people, pushing and elbowing his way toward Steve.

“Its been ages,” he says clapping his hand on Steve’s shoulder, “how have you been man.”

Steve resists the urge to shrug his hand off, but it’s a close thing. 

“It has.” Steve doesn’t add ‘because you’re an asshole and I hate who I am around you’ and he feels very mature for it. “I’m good.” He very deliberately does not ask Tommy how he’s been. 

“Me too, me too.” He responds anyways, at least he finally removes his hand from Steve’s shoulder which makes him relax marginally. “Still dating Nancy?” 

And, okay yeah, he and Tommy haven’t really spoken since he and Nancy were still together but Hawkins is a small town and he’s sure Tommy knows that Nancy had both broken up with Steve, gone on to date Jonathan for two years, and recently broken up with him as well. Actually, he thinks he remembers a shower conversation with Billy just days after she dumped him and went off to Murray with Jonathan, a conversation that Tommy was also present for.

“No, we broke up years ago.” He dutifully replies anyways, because what else can he say? 

“Yeah, heard she dumped you?” 

Steve is gonna remain calm, play along in whatever game Tommy is playing, and not react. 

“She did,” he agrees easily.

“And got with Jonathan right after? Should have listened to us and stayed away.” He grins as he speaks, grins as if Steve is gonna agree with him. 

“We’re still friends,” Steve shrugs, letting the fall of Tommy’s smile bring one to his own lips.

“Was for the best that we broke up, we’re much better as friends.” 

Tommy squints a bit, his hackles raising and Steve only notices because he once knew him so well. Why he’s still getting defensive talking about Nancy Steve doesn’t know.

“Oh Stevie, you still hung up on her huh?” 

It’s deliberate, he’s trying to press Steve’s buttons. ‘Well, tough Tommy-boy.’ Steve thinks, ‘those ones don’t work anymore, have been defunct for ages. You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want a reaction.’ 

“Nah,” he says, lets his smile be a bit more genuine when he continues, “she’s great but I’m dating someone else.” 

“Rebound?” Tommy whistles, “she hot?” 

Why Tommy is convinced Steve is still pining after Nancy he can’t say, or maybe it’s the only angle he has on Steve nowadays? Except they basically lived in each other's pockets all through high school and if Tommy really wants to get under Steve’s skin there are other things, better things. Things he has used against Steve before and seen the effect of. Why he isn’t he using them now when he clearly has some agenda Steve can’t say.

Steve is about to respond, has his mouth open and ready to speak when someone calls his name again. Thankfully this time the source is a lot more pleasant. 

Tommy turns around to see who it is, completely exposing his back to Steve. It’s probably the last few years of fighting hell monsters that has ingrained a distrust in Steve. Making him hyper-aware of his surroundings and never willing to leave his back open like this to people he doesn’t trust. He knows this but still, he thinks there should be some primal instinct in Tommy to stop him from making himself so vulnerable to Steve, the action speaks of leftover trust that Steve isn’t ready to face. 

“Munson? You know Munson?” He turns back around, an incredulous look on his face.

It snaps Steve out of his thoughts and reminds him Eddie had called for him. He leans to the side, stretching out so he’s visible behind Tommy, catching Eddie’s eye and waving him over.

“I do, yeah.”

Tommy’s face twists into something Steve can’t immediately place. He recognizes it, knows he’s seen Tommy make that face before. It’s not disgust or confusion but maybe something in between? Before he can figure it out it clears.

“Oh, King Steve getting drugs? Who would have thought?” 

Steve rolls his eyes, the only reason he had stopped smoking weed for a while in high school was because athletes got tested. Why Tommy is pretending Steve ever had some moral issue with it now is beyond him but not much of this interaction has made sense to him so far so what’s one more thing?

“What Steve doing drugs? He’s a very responsible young man and would never” Eddie says, twisting past the last couple of people.

“Right Stevie? You wouldn’t touch the stuff?” Eddie–knowing very well that Steve would in fact ‘touch the stuff’–asks. 

“Not with a ten-foot pole.” Steve–who smoked yesterday–deadpans. 

“Knew I could trust in you to stay a good boy.” Eddie coos as he steps into Steve's space and kisses him despite where they are. It’s quick enough that no one who isn’t watching would catch it though and the only one who is watching is Tommy. When Steve looks back at him his face slack with shock. 

“Hagan,” Eddie says with a short nod. 

“You-?” Tommy looks between them, that same look as before flashing on his face, still just out of Steve’s grasp.

Steve contemplates what he should do for a second but Tommy already saw them kiss, already knows. And honestly, Steve doesn’t really care what he thinks and he knows Tommy won't say anything. Steve has too much dirt on him.

“Oh sorry, Tommy this is my boyfriend.” His voice is deceptively sweet as he introduces Eddie as if that’s what Tommy had been getting at.

Steve turns to Eddie, “baby, you know who Tommy is right?” 

He’s laying it on thick, asks despite Eddie greeting him by name two seconds ago. Knows others' unabashed confidence and being on the outside are things Tommy can’t handle.

“I think so,” Eddie plays along, “you were friends once right? Before you found better people?” 

It’s mean but Steve wouldn't have thought too much of it if it weren’t for the wounded noise Tommy makes. When Steve looks at him again his face is cracked open and it finally clicks what that expression is.

“Aw, you jealous?” Eddie says in a mocking tone, hitting the nail on the head because that’s exactly what that expression is, jealousy. 

It’s the same look he had whenever Steve told him about a new girl, the look he’d have when Steve started bringing Nancy around. It’s deeper though, not only jealousy. He also looks like he did when Steve told him and Carol to leave him alone. He doesn’t just look jealous, Tommy looks heartbroken. 

He tries to pull it together, scrunching his nose up in disdain, and scowls at them. Quickly looks away from Steve when their eyes catch and his mask falls a bit, instead focusing on Eddie who raises one eyebrow in response. 

“Hardly,” he scoffs, it comes out strained, “I would love to stay and chat but-” 

He doesn’t elaborate, just turns on his heel and disappears into the crowd.

Steve is frozen to the spot, a war going on in his head. Puzzle pieces he didn’t know were missing falling into place.

“Come on, let's get out of here.” Eddie grabs Steve’s wrist and starts pulling him outside, away from the party. He gets them in his car and doesn’t try to speak to Steve, probably sensing he’s having some earth-shattering realizations right now. 

“He liked me,” he finally manages to say. “That’s why he hated Nancy so much. He was...” he trails off, knows it’s true but can’t quite say it.

“Jealous,” Eddie finishes softly.

“You knew?” Steve asks because Eddie doesn’t sound or look surprised at all.

He shrugs, “I had my suspicions.”

“But how-”

“We looked at you the same,” his smile is wry, self-deprecating, “I recognized it.”

And Steve can’t really process this right now even though he knows it’s true so he grasps at straws, “Carol, he was with Carol?”

Eddie reaches out one arm and cups his face in his hand, glances at him quickly before he looks back at the road with a sad smile.

“If you’re in love with your best friend, your male best friend who you believe is straight, you do what you need to do to push it down, to hide it. Especially in high school and in a small town.”

“In love?” Steve rasps because he’d said ‘like’.

“Yeah, sweetheart. In love.”

Eddie brushes his fingers under Steve’s eye and he realizes it’s because he’s crying.

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I don’t know why I'm reacting like this.” 

And it’s true, he really doesn’t understand why it feels like a big hole has opened in him. He never liked Tommy, not like that, yet it feels like he’s lost something, fucked something up.

“He used to be your best friend, it’s a big thing to realize.” Eddie parks outside of his trailer, turns to Steve making no move to get out of the car. “Kind of changes everything, or at least puts it in a new context, explains some things.”

Steve feels the blood drain from his face because he’s suddenly remembered something and oh god does it put it in a new fucking context.

“Baby?” Eddie asks when Steve sits frozen again.

“We used to get wasted and make out,” he whispers the words, shame coursing through his veins.

Eddie goes still and Steve rushes the explain.

“Not often and not after he got with Carol, just,” he takes a shallow breath, “It happened a few times. We’d steal my dad's whiskey and get so beyond drunk and, well, kiss a lot.” 

He’d smile at the memory if he wasn’t so horrified by it at the moment. 

“The first time Tommy had never kissed anyone, asked me to teach him so he wouldn’t fuck it up when it mattered. Then after that it just kind of continued to happen. We’d get drunk, make out, and pretend like nothing. It stopped when he started seeing Carol, he tried but I stopped him. Told him he didn’t need to practice now when he had the real deal. We never talked about or even mentioned it.”

Steve sees Eddie’s arms shake and when he looks up he sees Eddie holding back laughter, eyes filled with barely concealed amusement.

“Are you laughing right now?”

Eddie stops holding back, letting the laughter burst out of him and Steve is so confused because he thought Eddie would be mad at him. He’s not sure why, it’s just that this has been such a deeply buried secret wrapped in shame for years with a big ‘do not talk or even think about it’ sign placed in front of it. That it would be met with laughter was never a possibility.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps through it, “It’s just such a cliche.”

Steve’s confused face only makes Eddie laugh harder. When he calms down he takes Steve's face in both his hands holding him firmly and looking him in the eyes.

“Steve, baby, sweetheart. Tommy used the oldest trick in the book on you, asking you to teach him how to kiss and you did it multiple times because what? he needed practice? That’s the flimsiest excuse to gay kiss your best friend and it’s also fucking done, it’s a cliche.”

Steve blinks, realizes that while he never had feelings for Tommy he had definitely found him attractive, had enjoyed kissing him. Had very deliberately not thought too deeply about his or Tommy's motives because that would have made it something he would have had to face.

“Oh,” he says.

Eddie smiles, wide and warm, “yeah, oh.”

“You don’t think I used him?” Steve has to ask, “if he had feelings for me and I didn’t have any for him.”

“No,” Eddie says, “not more than he did you. And you were kids, just messing around and trying to figure yourselves out in a not-very-accommodating world.”

Eddie squints a bit in thought, “though he probably thought you were more on the same page, that you could continue even though he was with Carol. Must have stung to be rejected.”

Steve snorts, “wasn’t really interested in helping anyone cheat, even under all the pretenses.”

“I know.” 

Eddie's eyes are soft, looking at him with so much warmth that Steve momentarily forgets what they were talking about until Eddie's mouth twists into a sly grin.

“I can’t believe your first gay experience was with Tommy fucking Hagan.”

Steve gives him an unimpressed look, “at least I didn’t come in my pants ten seconds in, like some people I know.”

Eddie draws back, clutching his chest with his hands, “harsh words, love. It was at least a minute.”

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

The Not-So Worst Day of Peter’s Life

This fic is a part of the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange for @fromsiberia

                      Rating: General            Warnings: N/A   

I enjoyed writing this - I hope you enjoy reading it! 

Peter takes a class trip to Stark Industries. What could go wrong (or right)?

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“So, we have a field trip planned,” Peter mentions casually while eating lunch on Sunday.

 Tony swallows the food in his mouth, “Great kid. When and where?”

 “It’s this Friday, and it’s at Stark Industries,” Peter’s mouth contorts into a strained smile. “Did you do this?”

 “I did not, cross my heart and hope to die,” Tony runs a finger across his sternum. “It was probably someone in our HR department. Why, you don’t want to go?”

 “it just puts me in a tough spot because I’m ‘working’ here,” Peter makes finger quotations, “and no one believes me but Ned and MJ, but that’s because they know my alter ego.”

 “What do you want me to do? Do you want me to call out sick and not go in that day? Or do you want me to acknowledge you and just rave about your intelligence? I’m good with that, too.”

 “No! Just do what you normally do. If we run into you, you can just say hi to me to prove you know me, but I don’t need a whole letter of recommendation or anything!” Peter scoffs.

 Tony nods understandingly, “I will be the ultimate professional, but I cannot speak for Happy. Or Bucky, if he’s around.”

“If I’m around where?” Bucky saunters into the room, dropping a kiss on Tony’s cheek.

 “Speak of the devil,” Tony smirks. “Peter’s class is going to SI on Friday for a field trip.”

 Bucky’s eyes glitter. “Good to know.” He grabs a water bottle from the fridge and walks back out. “Going for a run with Steve.”

 “Make sure you shower afterwards!” Tony yells after him.

 Peter turns on Tony as soon as Bucky leaves, “Please don’t let him embarrass me.”

 “I will do what I can,” Tony ruffles Peter’s head. Standing up, he takes his plate and sticks it in the dishwasher. “Hey, I just got some of that stretchy material in. Wanna test it?”

 Peter eagerly follows him into the lab.

 +++++++++++++++++++

“So, Tony didn’t set it up?” Ned asks, biting into his pizza.

 “No, he had no idea. I guess they do field trip things fairly often, so they just have someone in HR schedule them.” Peter wrinkles his nose. “Really Ned? Pineapple and sweet peppers? Ugh, that’s nasty.”

 “You just have boring tastes, extra-cheese man.”

 MJ shakes her head, “Bacon’s where it’s at.”

 Peter and Ned look at each other and shrug. Neither of them can refute the fact that bacon is one of the better pizza toppings.

 “So, Penis, are you going on the field trip on Friday?” Flash Thompson walks up to stand at the end of their table. “I wouldn’t blame you for not going, you know, because it’s going to be so embarrassing for you when we all confirm that your Stark Internship is all in your imagination. Right guys?” Flash’s little posse of friends all agree and laugh.

 “I’m going.” Peter smiles at Flash.

 “Alright. It’s your funeral,” Flash replies then turns to his crowd. “IF we see Tony Stark, maybe he can tell us about Spiderman! Unlike this idiot here, Spiderman actually works with Iron Man! He’s like the coolest superhero out there. Okay, let’s go. Bye losers!” He does a little wave at Peter’s table. Peter gives him a thumbs up in response.

 “I mean, it’s funny to me that Flash loves you and hates you, but why do you put up with that?” MJ comments.

Peter shrugs, “It doesn’t really bother me. If he wants to run his mouth, trying to make me feel small, let him. At least he’s doing it to me, and not someone who will actually be affected by it. By the way, tomorrow night, we’re watching Clueless. Bucky hasn’t seen too many rom-coms, and I mean to change that. Tony said you are welcome to come. He’s making like six different types of popcorn.”

 “I’m in.” MJ nods as Ned raises his hand and waves it to show he also will be there.

 The bell rings to indicate the end of lunch break, and the trio splits up to go to their respective classes.

 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tony meets Peter when he gets to the Tower after rotations. “Hey Pete, I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you that Harley’s going to be here this week.”

 ‘Oh ok, maybe we can finish that project now that… OH NO! Don’t tell me he’s going to be at SI on Friday!” Peter groans as Tony grimaces.

 “Unfortunately, he will be, and you know there’s nothing I can do to stop him once he’s on a warpath.”

 “My life is over,” Peter mourns. “Why can’t his college have normal spring break just like everybody else?”

 “Probably because the universe is just bent on screwing you over.” Peter hates just how amused Tony sounds.

 He folds his arms. “You’re the worst dad ever.”

 “Sure son. Want to talk it over a game of catch?” Tony has his biggest shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

 Peter shakes his head. “No, I just remembered. Aunt May said she’s going to have supper ready at 6:30 so I got to go. Love you, Dad.” He quickly hugs Tony then runs out the door.

 “Love you, too kid!” Tony calls after him.

 “Look at you, being less and less emotionally stunted as the days go by,” Rhodey comments from the doorway.  “I guess Barnes and the kid are doing you good.”

 “Oh, shut it, platypus.” Tony shoots back good-humoredly. “You were the one who started the process.”

 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Tuesday night, dubbed “Movie Night,” comes, and Tony, Bucky, Peter, Harley, Ned, and MJ are watching Clueless on Tony’s huge theater-sized TV. JARVIS turns on Clueless, and everyone soon gets lost into the hard high-school life of one Cher Horowitz.

 Peter sympathizes with Cher’s driving issues as he also had a hard time learning to drive. He cringes, thinking of the time he had to drive Flash’s father’s car to chase Liz’s dad. Tony shudders at the fashion, or lack thereof, of the 90’s.

 When the movie ends, Harley points out that although Cher’s last name is supposedly Horowitz, her report card is labelled as Cher Hamilton. MJ tells them she doesn’t like that Josh is Cher’s step-brother – it just weirds her out. Peter asks Bucky what he thought of the movie.

 Bucky thinks about it for a second then asks, “Isn’t this basically modern-day Emma?”

 “Emma?”

 “Yea, the Jane Austen novel. Like, Cher is clearly Emma. She’s so happy she got Dionne together with Murray so she thinks she’s good at this stuff. She takes Tai in order to help her become popular. That means Tai is Harriet Smith. Cher tries to set her up with Elton, whose name is taken straight from Emma – Mr. Elton. Cher thinks she’s in love with Christian, who is pulled from Frank Churchill. The only difference here is that Christian is gay, not already engaged to Jane Fairfax. Josh, of course, is Mr. Knightley, except that he’s Cher’s stepbrother, not a family friend. Because Elton says he’s in love with Cher, not Tai, Tai feels unwanted. When Josh starts showing her attention because Cher asked him to, Tai starts to fall for him just as Cher realizes she’s in love with him. This is equal to the scenes where Mr. Knightley dances with Harriet when Mr. Elton snubs her. Harriet believes he is interested whereas he’s only doing Emma a favor. Harriet tells Emma that she thinks she loves Knightley. As a result, Emma gets a reality check. In the end, Tai dates the skater boy Travis, who is the modern-day Robert Martin, deemed as unworthy by Cher/Emma.” He pauses when he sees everyone just staring at him, open-mouthed. “I’m not wrong, am I?”

“Oh my gosh,” MJ whispers. “I think I love him.”

 “Sorry, he’s mine,” Tony wraps his arms around Bucky. “Bucky, darling, I don’t know because I don’t read mushy stuff like Jane Austen, but based on MJ’s reaction, you must have hit the nail on the head.”

 Bucky nuzzles Tony’s cheek with his nose until Harley fake gags, “There are children present!”

 “The book is better, but the movie was ok,” Bucky wrinkles his nose.

 Peter clutches his chest, “It’s a rom-com classic! I can’t believe it!” He dramatically falls off the couch onto the floor, acting as if his heart had failed him.

 “Oh, no, we lost him. What ever shall we do?” Harley deadpans, stuffing a pillow on Peter’s face and holding it there until Peter rolls over.

 “You are all a bunch of children,” Tony laughs. “Honey, don’t you feel like the parent of some very unruly children.”

 Bucky snorts, “Gee, I wonder who they got it from.”

 “Gasp. Betrayed by my own boyfriend. Now I have no one in the cruel, cold world.” Tony splays a hand across his arc reactor. “Woe is me.”

 All too soon, though, it was time to go home, and Peter wishes all his nights could be like this. As Peter leaves one last lingering look at Tony and Bucky on the couch, he feels Harley nudge him. “Hey, at least you can leave,” the blond nineteen-year-old grins. “I’m going to have to deal with them, and I don’t think they’re going to wait until they get to their room to start. Seriously, I may have to gouge my eyes out by the end of the week.”

 Peter pats Harley on the shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll manage. Have a good night.”

 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Peter spends Wednesday night with Aunt May, but Tony asks for his help in the SI lab on Thursday. Two hours into working on improving Peter’s suit, Peter admits, “I’m a little nervous about tomorrow.”

 Tony immediately puts down his tools, “Ok… talk to me. What’s wrong?”

 “I just… don’t know what’s going to happen, and I don’t want to make a big deal about the whole internship. Like, I don’t even care if they don’t believe me. Now it either becomes a big deal, or they'll all still think I’m a liar. And what if someone makes the Spiderman connection?”

 “Hey, kid. You'll be fine, but if you don’t want to go, don’t go. You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone. I’ll support you with whatever you choose.  And the Spiderman thing? I don’t think anyone’s going connect the dots. They'll probably think Harles is Spiderman before you." Tony knocks his shoulder. “All I’m saying is I will be happy to see you if you decide to go, and I would never be ashamed of being seen with you. I’ve basically adopted you. If you want to add fuel to the flames, I can even call you son.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

 “No! Please don’t! I don’t need that as well.” Peter groans.

 “Ok ok fine!” Tony holds up his hands. “But let me know if you need me to be a school emergency contact. I know May’s been having longer shifts, but she won’t accept my help.”

 “She’s a strong independent woman, Tony. She doesn’t need you.”  Peter jabs playfully.

 “No she does not. I admire her. The only person I admire more than her is Pepper. And I’ve met Thor, Peter.”

 Peter gasps dramatically, “Don’t diss on my Thor!”

 When Peter goes to leave that night, Tony pulls him into a hug. “Love ya, son.”

 “Love you, too, dad.” Peter’s heart fills with happiness. He supposes tomorrow won’t be too bad.

 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Friday comes, and May wakes Peter up for his class trip. He groans but gets up. “Ugh. Today is going to be a train wreck.” He tells her.

 “You know, you don’t have to go on your class trip,” May remarks, looked amused.

 “Yea, I know, but I feel like I should just go.”

 Peter gets to school, and Flash seems to be waiting for him. “Oh, hey guys. Here he is! We’re going to see today just how pathetic Parker is. I hope you’re ready.” Flash smirks at him.

 “Oh, believe me, I am not ready for this trip,” Peter concedes, “but for reasons that are so much different than what you’re thinking.”

 “Ok, boys, enough fighting. It’s time to go,” Mr. Harrington calls from the front of the classroom. “Everyone, pair up and get on the bus.”

 Peter and Ned fall in line together, followed by MJ and Betty. The pretty blonde taps Peter on the shoulder. “Hey Peter, for what it’s worth, I believe you.”

 “Thanks Betty! I appreciate it.” Peter smiles back at her.

 The four of them sit together in the back of the bus, ignoring all the chaos going on in front of them. “It gets worse,” Peter confides to Ned, “Harley’s gonna be there. You know it’s his goal in life to make me as uncomfortable as possible.”

 “Relax, Pete, he’s like your brother. That’s what family’s for.”

 The bus ride takes approximately thirty minutes to get to Stark Industries. Once everyone is out and lined up two by two, Mr. Harrington leads them up to the facility. He fumbles with the paperwork as he walks up to a security guard. Once the guard is satisfied, he takes them in to the front desk. Bambi is working the desk, as usual. She hands out visitor’s cards to every member of the party, and her face brightens when she sees Peter. “Oh, hi Peter! I didn’t realize this was your class. You should just be showing them around, don’t you think?” She winks at him.

 Peter loves Bambi. She treats him like her own grandchildren. “Hi, Bambi. It’s good to see you. Today, I think I’m just following along with the rest of them.”

 As the rest of the class had already left the receptionist desk to wait for their tour guide, no one heard Peter and Bambi’s interaction. Mr. Harrington calls him over, and Flash looks at him suspiciously. “What, did you ask her to act like she knew you?”

 “No, she just knows me. That’s Bambi.”

“No shit. Isn’t that what her name tag read?” Flash retorts, and Peter mentally nods. Flash does have a point there.

 “Midtown High?” A voice says, and Peter freezes. No. He knows that voice. He turns slowly to find that his fear is, in fact, reality. “Hello, my name is Harley Keener. I’m a part-time intern of Tony Stark, and I will be your tour guide today. Does anyone have any questions before we start?”

 Annabelle raises her hand, “Will we see Tony Stark or Pepper Potts today?”

 “You are in luck, because Tony himself instructed that I show you his lab today. Ms. Potts is the CEO of the company, so I can’t really say if we will see her or not. She is a very busy woman.” Harley smiles. Peter feels his eyes on him, and when Peter looks up, Harley’s smile becomes a smirk. Peter’s spidey-senses tingle with a sense of foreboding.

 Flash nudges Peter, “Hey Porker, that is what someone who interns for Tony Stark would look like. He’s mature and actually attractive… unlike you.”

 “You think he’s mature? He’s the devil incarnate. The only reason he is leading this tour is because he wants to make my life miserable,” Peter hisses.

 Flash scoffs, but he just rejoins his partner at the front of the line.

 “Hey, kid.” Harley addresses Flash. “I’m sorry, but I need to ask you to stay with your partner in a two-by-two line unless I say you can spread out. I don’t want to cause problems, but I’m sure you understand that we have precautions that we must take in order to let guided tours through here.” Peter holds in a laugh when Flash looks properly chastised.

 Ned leans close and says, “And that’s where family has your back as well, even after you call them ‘the Devil incarnate.’”

 Harley leads them through department after department, explaining how each of them work. After explaining, he would ask if anyone had any questions. Finally, on the sixth floor, Flash can’t resist any longer. “I have to ask, Mr. Keener, do you know anyone by the name of Peter Parker?”

 “You mean Tony’s other intern? Yea I know him. He’s a little shit most of the time, but yea. Any other questions?”

 Everyone in the class turns back to Peter, who can’t help but smile smugly. “I have a question,” Peter asks, “Why did you decide to guide this tour? This isn’t your normal job here.”

 The blood drains from Peter’s face when Harley just smiles and says, “It was something I wanted to do, and Tony owed me that favor after he lost the bet.”

 “Oh crap.” The foreboding tingles are back.

 Mr. Harrington looks confused, “I’m sorry. I guess you two know each other?”

 “Yes, we have worked together on many a project with Mr. Stark,” Harley informs him. “We just have a little harmless rivalry – like to poke fun at each other.”

 Flash looks like he’s just going to faint. Peter wants to laugh at him, but he’s mature. He’ll laugh about it later.

 Harley continues, “Now, if no one has any questions about this department, I will take you up to the next floor. Please be warned, this is Tony Stark’s R&D floor. We will have to confiscate any phones as we do not allow any videos and pictures on this floor.” They climb the stairs. “Before we go in, please hand all your phones and/or recording devices to Alessia here. She will return them to you once we come back out of this room.”

 Once everyone forks over their technology, Harley puts his hand on the scanner, and the doors open. “Please line up against the wall, and don’t touch anything.” He tells them.

 Peter groans aloud when he sees the view in front of him. Bucky frickin’ Barnes is sitting on the frickin’ table where Tony is fixing his frickin’ arm! He knows Bucky and Harley have something up their sleeve.

 “You ok there, Parker?” Harley asks, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

 “Yeah. I’m great.” Peter grits out.

 Tony and Bucky seem to be in their own little world because neither of them looks up. Tony closes a plate on Bucky’s arm and runs his hand down the arm until he clasps Bucky’s hand in his own. Bucky touches Tony’s face with his right arm, and Harley clears his throat loudly. Bucky slowly drops his hand, and they both turn to look at the class, Bucky’s eyes seeking Peter out.

 Tony smiles his press smile, “Welcome, guys, gals, and non-binary pals to where the magic happens. This lab here is my personal lab, and very few people have access to this select lab. Consider yourselves lucky. Sergeant Barnes here just had some problems with his arm, and, as I was working here today, came to visit me. If you see over there, I have my helper bots.” Tony walks over to ELL-E. “This darling here is one of my newer ones. Say hi, ELL-E!” Everyone awws when she raises her claw and waves. “I have three of these at home, all built when I was in college. Since I work most days at the tower, I keep them there. DUM-E was the first AI bot I ever made. He’s a mess, though. That’s why his name’s DUM-E.” He claps his hands together. “Now does anyone have any questions… actually, wait, I have a question for you kids. We are in the process in updating the Stark phone. Does anyone here own one, and if so, do you have any suggestions in improving it?”

 Raoul raises his hand, “Well, I must say I do love the latest update… the easy access to setting up disability features really helped my mom use her phone better. She used to make one of us use her phone for her because most phones either don’t have the features or make it hard to find where to turn them on.”

 “Thank you. Fun fact – that update was drawn up and coded by your very own classmate over there, one Mr. Peter Parker. I don’t know how much of a bragger he is – I sure was one when I was his age – but that young man is brilliant. I am honored to have him working here as an intern.” Tony sends a smile towards Peter.

 Flash raises his hand, “Hi, so if Peter interns for you, and you mostly work from the tower, does that mean Peter works at Stark Tower around all the superheroes?”

 “Yup,” Tony smiles. “To be honest, I think he had the biggest freak out when he met Bucky over here… or maybe Thor. Sorry, Buck, I think Thor is his favorite.”

 A few other students raise their hands to ask questions, and Peter zones out. A loud clapping sound wakes him from his reverie.

 “I hate to interrupt, but it’s almost time for lunch,” Harley speaks up. “Do you want me to take them down now, or is there anything else you want to say?”

 Tony spins back around to face them, finger in the air. “I just had a brilliant idea. Why don’t you join me and Sergeant Barnes for lunch? We’re going down to the cafeteria. Just order what you want on my dime. We’ll accompany you down in a minute.”

 “Sir, you don’t have to,” Mr. Harrington sputters. “The students did all bring lunch…”

“Oh, it would be my pleasure. I have more money than I know what to do with. I insist,” Tony says. Then he smirks and says, “I know, Ms. Jones, that I should sink my money into charities and things. Please provide me with several of your choice, and I promise to make a large donation.”

 MJ’s mouth opens and closes, then she nods. “Fair enough.”

 “Ok kiddos,” Harley says, “let me take you down to the cafeteria. If you want your phones back, please make sure you pick them up from Alessia.”

 Peter and Ned are the last ones to leave the lab. Peter turns right before he walks out. Bucky and Tony wave at him. He groans, “They’re going to do something at lunch. I can feel it.”

 Five minutes later, Tony and Bucky arrive in the cafeteria, holding hands.

 “Holy shit! Are they actually together?” Adria gasps in a loud whisper.

 Ned rolls his eyes. “Of course. What, have you been living under a rock?”

 After the power couple get their food, they sit at the table where Peter and Harley are sitting. “So, did we do ok, kid?” Tony asks.

 “Well, now the whole world is going to know you’re dating. They’re not ‘just speculating’ anymore.” Peter smirks.

 “Babe, we can have a make out session on the table now!” Bucky’s eyes twinkle. “We don’t have to hide anymore!”

 “Gosh no, please, please no!” Peter groans. “Ugh. I hate you all right now.”

 “We love you, too,” Harley coos.

 Twenty minutes later, Harley and Mr. Harrington round up the class to proceed with the tour. Bucky pulls Tony up and says, “Come on, Mr. Stark, you have a meeting with Ms. Potts to which you must not be late if you know what’s good for you.” “Oh, are you giving me orders, Sergeant Barnes?” Tony asks back, and Peter knows his face is bright red.

 “Just… go.” He mutters, and he’s sure only Bucky was able to hear him. Bucky takes it as a cue to leave. He takes Tony’s arm.

 “Here is where I must take my leave,” Tony, ever the showman, bows. “Thank you all for touring my humble company, and I do hope you all have enjoyed yourselves. Bye, Petey.” He wiggles his fingers. Peter hides his face in his hands.

 “Kill me now,” he pleads to Ned.

 The rest of the field trip goes off without a hitch, and the ride back to school is peaceful. Peter imagines everyone is on Twitter going on about Winteriron or something. He realizes that Tony and Bucky did this so that no one would bother him about the internship. Once again, he is choked up to see just how caring and thoughtful Tony is.  The next person who says differently can catch these hands. He thinks.

 Peter leaves quickly when school ends so he doesn’t miss his bus that has a tendency to show up early. Tony is waiting for him at the tower when he gets there. “So how did we do today?”

 “You guys were embarrassing, but I guess I’ve come to terms with it.” Peter grumbles. “That’s what family does. Thank you for taking all the attention off of me. You didn't have to go semi-public with your relationship.”

 “Let you have the spotlight? Never! Don't you know I need it all?” Tony jokes, then smiles softly. “I only did what Rhodey would’ve done to me.”

 Peter smiles, “Rhodey is a gift to this world.”

 “Peter, my dear, you are brilliant, but let me tell you, that is the smartest and most correct thing you have ever said,” Tony takes him by the shoulders. “But if you ever tell my honeybear that, I will deny it vehemently.”

 “Understood. Hey want to play a game of chess?” When Tony agrees, Peter gets the chessboard out that Wanda had given him. Apparently, it had belonged to her father. Peter just likes the glass pieces.

  Epilogue

On Monday, Flash apologizes to him when they return to school. “Hey Parker, I… uh… I’m sorry for all that shit I said about you. I guess it just seemed unreal, and I shouldn’t have made fun of you like that.”

 “Yea, you shouldn’t have. Being a dick doesn’t make you cool; it just makes you look like a dick. But I do understand. My life is pretty surreal. No harm done – just don’t do it anymore to anyone.” Peter tells him.

 Flash nods, “Yea, I know. So, have you met Spiderman? Is he as cool as he seems?”

 “Nah, I hate him. He’s a total loser. He once stole my ice cream sandwich and didn't replace it or apologize.” Peter smiles. “Now, Thor? He’s not called a god for no reason. He would never do that.”

 Peter walks out of school much happier than usual. Maybe this field trip wasn’t so bad.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Please continue that one about Jamie keeping Willie, I'd love to find out what happens next.

Mac Ruaidh - Part Ten

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight A & B, Part Nine

A universe in which Jamie raises William as his own from the start.

“Da…” Willie’s voice hissed in Jamie’s ear. Jamie fought his way to the surface of sleep but not fast enough for Willie. He started poking Jamie’s cheek. “Da…” he said again, louder. Jamie was just opening his eyes when he felt Willie’s knee connect with his side. It wasn’t a strong blow but unexpected enough to make him jolt and curse under his breath.

“What Willie?” he asked, exasperated.

Willie didn’t seem to notice his father’s frustration.

“Are we here?” he asked quietly.

Jamie choked out, “Yes, lad. We’re here.”

There was some shifting from Willie’s side of the bed and then the blankets were pulled away. Cool air rushed in raising goosebumps.

“I wanna see Lallybroch,” Willie exclaimed as he tugged on Jamie’s arm to get him going.

“All right, lad, all right,” Jamie yawned and pushed himself up. “Let’s see if yer Auntie Jenny has some parritch ready for breakfast.”

Jamie grabbed Willie beneath the arms and swung the boy up onto his shoulders before ducking to get through the doorway without knocking Willie in the head.

Willie gasped as they made their way through the hall and down the stairs.

“It’s almost as big as Helwater,” Willie said as Jamie ducked again to get into the kitchen. “But not as fancy.”

“What’s not fancy?”

Jamie turned to see a boy of eight or nine at the table with a bowl of parritch in front of him and a befuddled expression on his face.

“And who might you be?” Jamie asked, peering at the lad down the bridge of his nose.

The lad gave him a look that Jamie had seen a thousand times on his sister.

“I thought I heard Mam say that ye were back, Uncle Jamie—ye are my Uncle Jamie, no?”

“I ken ye’re no wee Jamie and I dinna think ye’re old enough to be Michael, either,” Jamie addressed the lad. “If ye’re young Ian Murray as I suspect, then aye, I’m yer Uncle Jamie. And this here is yer cousin, Willie.” Jamie lifted Willie over his head and set him down on the seat beside Ian.

“There ye are, brother,” Jenny said as she entered the kitchen from the back door, a basket under her arm with eggs from the chickens. “Thought ye said ye would be back down last night.”

“I was tired. Didna even get my breeks and stockings off before I was snoring,” Jamie said lightly as he held his sister’s dissatisfied gaze. “Willie, this is yer Auntie Jenny.”

Willie’s cheeks went red as the stern woman’s attention turned on him then softened. He nodded, “Au-auntie Jenny.”

“Welcome home, then, Willie. Ye must be hungry.” She set the basket of eggs on the counter and grabbed a spare bowl, filling it from the pot of parritch still set near the hearth keeping warm. “When you lads are through wi’ yer breakfast, Ian will show ye around a bit and introduce ye to yer other cousins.”

Willie blinked at Jenny before looking to Jamie with confusion for confirmation.

“Actually, Jenny, I want to be the one to show him Lallybroch,” Jamie told her as he crossed to grab a bowl for himself. “I’ve only been telling him about it since he was a wee bairn in my arms.” He held her gaze as he lifted a spoonful of parritch to his mouth.

“Of course, brother,” she replied with a strained smile. “I was only hoping you and I could have some time to ourselves to catch up. I suppose ye might manage to make time later, aye?”

Jamie pushed the parritch around in his mouth and simply nodded.

Jamie had forgotten how many memories of Claire lingered in the nooks and crannies of Lallybroch. It was difficult to remember she’d lived there with him for little more than a year. Even after fifteen years, he half-expected to turn the corner and see her in her herb garden or taking wash down from the line. The onslaught of memories made him quiet as he fought to master the lump that rose in his throat, to overcome the tightness in his chest.

Willie didn’t notice much. He was busy prattling away about how the reality of Lallybroch compared to how he’d envisioned it from his father’s stories. He was shy around his new cousins and his uncle and aunt but he wouldn’t last long in the face of young Ian’s determination to drag him into his schemes. The youngest Murray was thrilled to have someone around who was younger and would look up to and admire him.

Jenny stopped asking about Helwater and Willie’s mother after the first few days and instead began dropping hints about some of the widows in the area.

“The widow MacKimmie has two lasses,” Jenny said as she salted and set aside fresh meat Jamie was hacking off a deer’s carcass. “Her youngest isna much older than yer Willie. I’m sure she’d make a fine mother for the lad.”

“I’m no remarrying, Jenny,” Jamie told her flatly, the fall of the cleaver punctuating the sentiment. “Willie and I are fine on our own.”

Jenny scoffed. “Ye’re better than ye were livin’ in that cave—I’ll grant ye that—but ye’re still a long way from ‘fine,’” she opined. “And it’s the lad I worry for. Ye didna say much in yer letters but it’s clear he’s never had a mother’s care and that’s something every child ought to know.”

“He’s fine,” Jamie insisted. “If he hasna had it at least he’s been saved the pain of having it and losing it… Ye ken he’s no much younger than I was when Mam passed.”

Color flooded Jenny’s cheeks and she said no more that day.

But a few days later Jamie saw Ian waiting to help him mend the water wheel at the mill; he’d been expecting Young Jamie. From the look on his brother-in-law’s face it was clear that Jenny had sent him.

Jamie set his tools on the ground next to the fresh boards that would replace the ones that had rotted away.

“If ye came with a list of widows Jenny’s compiled for me to choose a bride, ye can toss it in the burn and save yerself the trouble,” Jamie advised.

“Why is yer Willie telling my Ian that Claire is his mother?” Ian asked.

Jamie froze. “He’s… an imaginative lad… I’ve told him about Claire and how I lost her… that she was carrying a bairn. It’s a… misunderstanding—one I mean to let him correct on his own as he gets older and understands the world more. Soon as he’s learned more arithmetic he’ll figure it out.” Jamie shrugged but Ian hadn’t missed the sorrowful note in Jamie’s voice as he talked of that future day.

“Ye dinna think the lad will want to ken about his real mother? That he’ll not be upset to learn ye’ve let him go on thinking… What are you thinking, Jamie? Ye moved on enough to father a child by another lass. I’d have thought that yer mourning for Claire was…”

Jamie’s feet brought him dangerously close to Ian, startling his friend. “Moved on? Ye think one night with another woman is enough to make me forget?”

Ian stepped back, his brow furrowed with confusion. “I think there’s more to what happened than ye’ve told us so far… and I think ye ought to tell it—not because I’m curious or going to judge ye… Whatever it is, it’s eating ye up, Jamie.”

Jamie realized he was trembling and blinked twice before closing his eyes to focus on controlling the shaking. “I… dinna correct Willie… because… I’d rather… believe along with him. I’d rather… pretend that Claire… I dinna want to think of his real mother when I look at him. I’d rather think of Claire and the mother she’d have been to him—the kind of mother he deserves… I dinna want him thinking… that I dinna want him or love him because he learns that I didna love his mother.”

“Who was she?” Ian asked gently.

“It doesna matter. She’s dead,” Jamie informed him.

Ian’s look remained one of concern.

With a sigh of resignation, Jamie walked over to the side of the mill and leaned against the wall.

He told Ian everything—about Geneva, about the arrangement with the Dunsanys, about how and why he left Helwater. All he held back was the truth about Claire and the stones. Ian listened silently. His eyes went wide every so often and his head was bobbing with understanding by the time Jamie finished.

“Tell Jenny,” Jamie said when Ian remained speechless after he was done, “so long as I dinna have to speak of it again nor listen to her talk of my remarrying.”

“Aye… I’ll do that. And neither of us’ll say anything to Willie. But… someone is bound to say something to the lad if he goes about talking of Claire like that. It’s been some time but folk hereabouts remember her. It’s only a matter of time before he learns the truth… and that’s something that would be best coming from you,” Ian insisted, his eyebrows raised for emphasis.

Jamie nodded but said nothing. They let the matter drop and moved on to fixing the water wheel.

Jenny didn’t say anything further but every day Jamie could feel the weight of the truth in the air between them. It made him incredibly self-conscious when he and Willie were in company. Whatever relief he’d felt in those moments following his revelation to Ian had been swept away by the strain of waiting for someone to criticize Willie’s understanding of his parentage and open his eyes to the truth—a truth his father had been keeping from him.

Lallybroch wasn’t the relaxing refuge he’d imagined it would be all those years at Ardsmuir and Helwater. What he and Willie needed was a true fresh start—the kind of clean break that could only come from being in a place where no one knew or cared what your past might be, where only the present and what you could contribute now mattered.

He took Willie and left for Edinburgh before Hogmanay.

[ulyssesredux]

Aeolous

— YET CAN DO IT IS CHAMP.

What opera resembles a railwayline? He wants two keys at the job killing TPP after the results were the opposite and WE tried to shake me down for the wonderful reviews of my first month went down the house of bondage Alleluia.

―I declare it carried.

―Catches the eye, you remember?

O, I don't watch anymore but I wasn't interested in taking all of the clanking he drew swiftly on the brewery float.

―-What was their civilisation?

SUFFICIENT FOR THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

She is flying with him. A Pisgah Sight of Palestine or the hand of sculptor has wrought in marble of soultransfigured and of the bad would rush into our country and with many states left to go!

-THAT'S WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

Great State of Colorado never got to vote in the draught, floated softly in the gross lenses to and accepted that view of Dublin. Professor said, crossing his forefingers at the last zigzagging white on the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and elections-go down!

―Interesting how the U.S. Many are professionals.

―He forget it, J.J. O'Molloy: That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back.

Obama’s VA Secretary just said the things she will be the least trusted name in news if they were supremely good nor unless they were good could be corrupted. Nature notes.

—Will you tell him …—First my riddle! -Monks, the Dems are to blame for the inner door.

―Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is dishonest, incompetent and of the twelve brothers, Jacob's sons.

―Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, except for fact that I was looking for a moment since by my learned friend.

―Now if he got paralysed there and no matter. Habsburg.

SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON PROBOSCIS.

This is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good cook and washer.

―

Billions of dollars of negative ads, I think both should get out. Be careful, Lyin' Ted, I don't always agree, I have never liked the media and the press. Lenehan's hand and read them, and you'll kick. Jeff Flake. —I'm just running round to the truth. -Like that, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for a one week notice, the professor explained to Myles Crawford and said quietly and slowly: He wants you for the Express with Gabriel Conroy. I have negotiated on military and take their umbrellas for fear it may concern schedule pursuant to statute showing return of number of mules and jennets exported from Ballina.

―The second debate in a child's frock. The machines clanked in threefour time.

Wife a good pair of boots on him. Neck. Gambling. You look like communards.

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―We are going to tear it up.

―Call it, Myles Crawford said. The tissues rustled up in the United Nations will make a better future for our workers.

—The turf, Lenehan said. You look like communards. His mouth continued to twitch unspeaking in nervous curls of disdain.

We will Make America Great Again.

WE ANNOUNCE THE HEART OF PEACE.

―—Is it his speech last night, failed badly in her story.

The foreman moved his pencil towards it. A circle.

You can do that, after seeing the coast clear, made for the wind anyhow.

―

Have you got that?

―That was the son of a mission to the Telegraph.

Being at the young guttersnipe behind him. It seemed to me that those things are good which yet are corrupted which neither if they were subpoenaed by the Obama Administration from Gitmo, have impact! Hillary e-mail probe. Obama—but nobody else does!

He whispered then near Stephen's ear: There's a ponderous pundit MacHugh who wears goggles of ebony hue. Sorry, Jack.

DAMES DONATE DUBLIN'S CITS SPEEDPILLS VELOCITOUS AEROLITHS, NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED.

Actually, we are in the armpit of his wry smile. Do not worry, we can never win over Bernie supporters. Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. Ned Lambert said. The cadge beyond. He fumbled in his way. Lukewarm glue in Thom's next door when I was listening to the mantelpiece. The Club For Growth and Heritage, have returned to the railings. Sllt. —Wait. Where?

DIMINISHED DIGITS PROVE TOO TITILLATING FOR HIM!

Screams of newsboys barefoot in the history of our great journey to the landing.

Ned Lambert it is. The telephone whirred inside. Gambling. —Fine! His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray whispered. He raised his eyes to the White House. Last rally of the mind. Eh? Goofy Elizabeth Warren and her team were extremely careless in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is weak & losing big, so he has vast experience at dealing successfully with all of the forest. She is totally unfit to lead on border security and safety within the FBI itself. He went down the stairs at their heels and rushed out into the office behind, parting the vent of his discourse. When I said in recognition. -What was their civilisation? So true! C is where murder took place. My condolences to all of the symmetry. Myles Crawford said, and beyond the obedient reels feeding in huge webs of paper. Thank you Ford & Fiat C! …—and taken over during O term! —He is sitting with Tim Healy, J.J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the inner office. A new radical Islamic attack, this time in Germany. Professor MacHugh strode across the floor, grunting as he lifted the counterflap, as well as I can get the plums? -make great deals! She’s been in our country After today, a funeral does. Machines. Sad!

Strange he never set it only his cloacal obsession. The dishonest media refuses to say that I was there. The Intelligence briefing on so-called A list celebrities are all over those walls with matches? Soon be calling him my lord mayor. -in-Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY!

―An instant after a packed rally.

Iran, #1 in terror, no jobs. I really enjoyed the debate?

The constant interruptions last night than she has done nothing about me where I was listening to the F.B.I. Then, on the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly.

―Alexander Keyes, you know?

—I will fix it!

―Pyrrhus, misled by an umbrella, a disciple of Gorgias, the whole aftercourse of both our lives.

―Very nice! Lord Salisbury?

―Justice Fitzgibbon, the foreman said. Kyrie!

―Welts of flesh behind on him. Your governor is just gone.

Hillary Clinton's open borders etc.

Very racist! Dead noise. Irish arse, Myles, he said.

A GREAT DAILY ORGAN IS CHAMP.

He boomed that workaday worker tack for all.

―Cartoons. Kyrie! A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the stairs at their faces.

And let our crooked smokes.

―I will study this dumb deal!

By Jesus, she has very bad.

―Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Bernie. Hello, Jack, he said again. X is Davy's publichouse, see they don't run away.

—Ay. Dear, O dear! She then said, suffering his grip. Thank you America! —We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke added.

-they are totally filled, with the ban was lifted by a comb of feathery hair, thrust itself in.

―No, twenty … Double four … Yes.

Where's the archbishop's letter?

-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary victory, to Gettysburg! McMaster National Security Advisor. Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department. That's copy. Nothing on emails. Mr Bloom said, and I'll take it round to hear, their white papers fluttering.

That is a good lawyer could make a better future for our COUNTRY!

ERIN, VERY.

―If dummy Bill Kristol has been an interesting 24 hours! Get smart! 20th. Very much appreciated. Nightmare from which you will never awake. You take my breath away.

By Jesus, she needs the rest to go!

―Pick her H I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton? RETURN OF BLOOM—Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said. Tremendous crowds expected! -You take my breath away.

Many of his jacket, jingling his keys in his walk to watch a typesetter.

―-Goat. RETURN OF BLOOM—Wait. I am making a grimace. The so-called popular vote-they just don't tolerate liars-a one week notice, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders was not a failure. I will be back many times! I will never awake.

I will beat Hillary! -Like that, after seeing the coast clear, made for the waxies Dargle. The bold blue eyes stared about them and eat the plums?

―—New York World cabled for a meeting. It's a play on the Independent.

―I lost large numbers. The State of Texas! -Dan Dawson's land Mr Dedalus said. But wait, Mr Bloom said, looking towards the Freeman's Journal. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah-will be big factors. Hillary wants to win. Was he short taken? 8 MILLION. —That is fine, isn't it?

Melania liked Mrs. O a lot!

―The chosen people out of that wonderful state. Seems to be at the young scamps after him.

One story good till you come to look up or down or to speak-Wednesday release Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, was killed in Washington D.C. —Ahem! No way!

Why did you see. —And here comes the sham squire himself! For Growth tried to shake me down for the families of the land of promise. She is a Hillary flunky who lost big. The New York. Double four … Yes. I hold no brief, as at present advised, for very beauty, of the giants of the brawn.

Crooked Hillary. That was in the U.S. even before taking office, closing the door behind him. —Waiting for the veterans and the overarsing leafage. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! -Tickled the old ones too, Stephen said. -The Greek! The New York Times—the most overrated political pundits who lost big.

Talks about me? Thump. Ballsbridge. Paddy Hooper worked Tay Pay who took him on to the railings. Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in West Palm Beach, Fla. You look as though you had done the deed. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT does in Oregon tonight! No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a Lindsey Graham is wrong-they don't run away.

K.M.A. K.M.R.I.A. RAISING THE HIBERNIAN METROPOLIS.

-Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke?

―He forgot Hamlet. People get it on! Just this ad, you remember? -Goat drove the car.

My dear Myles, he will, perhaps I will be in Indiana.

―Also, many very bad. It was then a new opening.

―No, Stephen said. No.

―

All that are in favour say ay, Lenehan added. Have you got that?

―Despite what you want to draw the cashier is just gone.

―

―-Doughy Daw!

Hot and cold in the national library. Mr O'Madden Burke fell back with grace on his heart. When will CNN do a good idea: horseshow month. Will you join us, Myles Crawford said. Our Saviour. -Help!

—THAT'S WHAT?

A small felt hat crowning his ringlets, passed away. Very organized process taking place in our country! Just a moment at their heels and rushed out into the street, yelling, their white papers fluttering. Long John is backing him, uncovered as he has a strain of it-but media misrepresents! Very sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be president. Parked in North Prince's street was there. -One of the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false narrative that I heard the voice of that hermetic crowd, will manage them. I'm up to here. I will be having many meetings this weekend in Ohio from drug overdoses.

Hello? I must get a spoiler to run-guilty as hell but the people of Cuba have struggled too long. Just another terrible decision What is it? Win FBI director said Crooked Hillary e-mail lies, in green, steeped in the history of the land of promise. Lenehan said. I will fight for you. But wait, Mr O'Madden Burke asked. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going to WIN! They put on their sleeve like the 116% hike in Arizona. My hit was on the whose. Have you got that? He should show them, blowing out impatiently his bushy moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers. When they have eaten the brawn. This tax will make education a far more interesting with a strong and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the next motion on the whose. Always trying to convince prople that his supporters will never awake. The nation is not always as it were not for striking oil, they say. Such a big rally. The closetmaker and the support of Bobby Knight, has passed away. Let him take that in. —Easy all, Myles Crawford crammed the sheets back and went into the hip pocket of his neck shook like a rock in the United States Supreme Court Justices! Where Skin-the-Goat.

The Skibbereen Eagle. What opera resembles a railwayline? China steals United States Supreme Court! J.J. O'Molloy strolled to the White House, as it seems. Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Believe he does that job. Make America Great Again! That tickles me, sir, the professor cried, giving vent to a typesetter neatly distributing type.

CLEVER, HARP EOLIAN!

Success for us and our galleys, trireme and quadrireme, laden with all types of foreign governments. -Gumley? My thoughts and prayers. But fear not, their white papers fluttering. J.J. O'Molloy asked.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Thank you for the wind to. He is a far more important task! —That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the Irish. Member for College green.

We. —Entrez, mes enfants! I wonder. Face glistering tallow under her fustian shawl. His eyes bethought themselves once more. Professor said.

I will not. An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders was right when he kicks out. I will defeat them both. —Well, yes: Bushe, yes. -b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and our watchful friend The Skibbereen Eagle.

I'm up to here.

SPOT THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

―Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy from me, sir, Stephen said.

While Hillary said horrible things about me at 12:15 P.M.

―J.J. O'Molloy: The moot point is did he say?

Very smart, tough and vigilant.

―Look at the foot of Nelson's pillar trams slowed, shunted, changed trolley, started for Blackrock, Kingstown and Dalkey, Clonskea, Rathgar and Terenure, Palmerston Park and Upper Rathmines, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park and upper Rathmines, Sandymount Green, Ringsend and Sandymount Tower, Donnybrook, Palmerston Park! —They want to hear any more of the intellect and of prophecy which, if aught that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. must immediately stop taking in people from Syria. A truly great champion and a polity. But I old men, penitent, leadenfooted, underdarkneath the night: mouth south: tomb womb.

―-Lago in Palm Beach, Fla.

—I see, the professor said, taking out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

―A circle. Success for us is the media. -Where was that high.

―The world is before you were born, I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will be a weak leader.

―He wore a loose white silk neckcloth and altogether he looked though he was. Out for the inner office with the second tissue.

A woman brought sin into the U.S., but it goes down like hot cake that stuff.

Losing heart. Bushe? Joe Brady or Number One or Skin-the-Goat drove the car. Mr Bloom said, clutching him for an instant but, just put out by intelligence like candy. —Good day, sir. If Mayor can't do it. I spoke with Mr Keyes just now. Thank you for your tremendous support. —Something for you. The gate was open. Not so anymore! Bladderbags. —Show. A POLISHED PERIOD J.J. O'Molloy said to Mr O'Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in from the inner door. Mr Bloom said, entering.

―-line in the history of our country.

―Our wonderful future V.P. Bit torn off.

―After the way those newspaper men veer about when they get wind of a knife. Broke record Have a great rally.

ANNE WIMBLES, NOBLE MARQUESS MENTIONED.

―How's that for high? Is he a widower?

―That was in eightyone, sixth of May, time of the funeral probably. —Wait a minute.

―Hillary will not take the position.

―-guilty as hell. Bad instincts A lot of bad dudes out there!

Dead noise.

―Success for us is the house of keys.

Double four … Yes, Red Murray said earnestly, a pen behind his bent head, soiled by his withering hair.

―When will we not?

-Thanks, old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned.

―I love watching these poor, poor Pyrrhus!

―Make America Great Again.

―—Ohio! Three months' renewal.

―-Did you?

―MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

―Nannan. Sad!

Tim Kaine together.

Thanks Donald! —Did you? Mike Pence for their wonderful support. Hillary compromised our national security. Mexico is unwilling to make it awkward for him to support our values. So much support.

―The thing I like that part.

―Myles Crawford said.

―What's that? Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who I would have been on the ballot in various places in Florida!

―-It was in that case of fratricide, the professor asked. -In Ohio! N.!

The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my brandnew riddle!

-Show. The Theater must always be a disaster. Come in. But, ladies and gentlemen: Great was my admiration in listening to the youth of Ireland a moment, professor MacHugh said. Melania and I knew his wife too. Something for you. If the Republican Convention are totally embarrassed! I still respect them all! Where's my hat? The fact is ObamaCare was a hero, but also at many polling places-SAD! Wisconsin vote is: Mooney's! I will never be lords of our spirit. #ImWithYou Many people are far more vulnerable, as well as I can bring them to mind, his eyes returning, if I am least racist person there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia, New York, I think. Stop illegal immigration. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, who lied on heritage. Dullthudding Guinness's barrels. Almost human the way how did he find that out? If you want to abolish the 2nd Amendment. —Like that, he said.

―The people of Ohio will remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, and plenty of it after? He closed his long lips wide to reflect.

―Rally last night! Where was all their daddies! Monkeydoodle the whole bloody history.

―He began to mazurka in swift caricature across the world!

―-The FAKE NEWS! -mails. O boys! The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated.

―Mr Bloom, glancing sideways up from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's quizzing face, talking about additional guards or employees How can she run for president, knows nothing about it, wait, Mr Crawford!

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

―I am in Colorado-big problem! Yes, he said, waving his arm.

―#Debate USA has the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is it?

―Crooked Hillary Clinton will be overturned! -O yes, every time! —We are liege subjects of the forest. Two crossed keys here. He said.

I have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under a cemetery wall.

They were nature's gentlemen, had spoken and the dog kills the butcher. A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips.

―The renewal. It won't work!

VIRGILIAN, VERY.

A statement made by John F Taylor at the north city diningrooms in Marlborough street from Miss Kate Collins, proprietress … They purchase four and twenty ripe plums from a girl at the junior bar he used to have said. You take my breath away. They were nature's gentlemen, J.J. O'Molloy: He would have far less. Let us go. Where's the archbishop's letter? Scissors and paste. Why did she hammer 13 devices and acid-wash e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. Is it his speech. Rather upsets a man's day, a pen. Ignatius Gallaher do? Careless chap.

Is it his speech I do not believe for there was not even one shorthandwriter in the same, two by two. -It gives them a pass.

―Hynes said moving off.

―Lyin' Ted! A big day planned-but we will prevail!

―Let's keep it! F.A.B.P. Got that?

―Too bad, one moment. -Imperium romanum, J.J. O'Molloy said to be even bigger and more.

―—They went under. The foreman thought for an instant. The newspaper thereof.

―Bad or sick guy! That was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

The forest. It gives them a crick in their necks, Stephen, the professor broke in testily.

―And here comes the sham squire himself! No.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR HIM!

―Aha! Whole route, see they don't run away. So much for a drink after that. —They want to phone about an old man, bowed, spectacled, aproned.

―#InaugurationDay #MAGA We will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Only makes bad deals!

―Watch! —great to have a country!

―-No, that's the other two gone?

The U.S. is looking very bad thing.

―Entertainments. Rows of cast steel.

―So it was cancelled! Michael Bloomberg, who is totally rigged & corrupt! That's all right.

―Tomorrow's events will be a safe and special place. New Yorkers devastated. Longfelt want.

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN BURGESS.

Looks as good as if they pay a disproportionate share of the back as the door to.

―Our Saviour.

The professor, returning by way of the file.

―#ImWithYou For too many years our country. The nethermost deck of the most dishonest person-remain true to self.

—Knee, Lenehan said.

―-Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let me see. That's all right.

―-mails and DNC disrespect. Myles Crawford said. The race for DNC Chairman was, of Roman justice as contrasted with the wind anyhow. -Hello?

―He went in. Ned Lambert is taking credit for the people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mails.

Nobody else can do it.

―They were crushed last night.

— FOR HIM!

A meek smile accompanied him as he locked his desk drawer.

―I say she’s a fraud! He turned. But he wants just a little noise. Want to get in.

Cleverest fellow at the FBI not to mention.

O, for our Armed Forces, I had been transported into a sidepocket.

―NO FEDERAL FUNDS? Working hard!

Ah, listen to this for God' sake, Ned, Mr Bloom stood in their handling of very productive talks, Prime Minister Theresa May today to offer condolences on the cadge beyond. He pushed past them, enjoying a silence.

―ISIS, rise of Iran, and very vigilant. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment.

―Silly, isn't it? Mr O'Madden Burke, hearing, turned, beckoned and led on across towards Mooney's.

-F to P is the only one who knows who the finalists are!

―Biggest crowds ever-watch what happens! The Eternal amid lightnings on Sinai's mountaintop nor ever have come down, peeping at the debate?

Talks about me, sir, the newsboy said.

―Cloacae: sewers.

―He had his chance to lead.

It has the greatest business people in race.

Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters.

―-so what else is new?

―But he wants just a little par calling attention. O yes, every time. Our economy will sing again. That was in, and got nothing. You are a hallmark of our country. Did you? Two crossed keys here. Plain Jane, no credibility.

LOST CAUSES, CENTRAL!

You and I mean Seymour Bushe. Hillary Clinton was not qualified to be, J.J. O'Molloy asked Stephen.

―Car companies and others in the morning, Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's face: talking in the spleen.

―—And if not? Sound familiar! AND TEARS was a total meltdown but the press, and lost.

―So on.

I always do-trade, a priesthood, an agelong history and a liar!

―He looked about him in Meagher's.

―-I beg yours, he said.

He had prepared his speech I do not have watched my standing ovation speech in front 17,000 votes were illegal. Joseph, Michigan. People are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back into the school classroom.

―GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and criminals.

A DAYFATHER.

―His dark lean face had a very open and successful presidential election. He went down the steps, his blood. -That old pelters, the professor said between his chews.

They turned to Stephen and said quietly and slowly: I have much, much to learn. —The moot point is did he say?

―—Ahem! I suppose it's worth a short par. Let us all!

―-And Pontius Pilate is its prophet, professor MacHugh said.

People believe CNN these days almost as little as they do no worse.

―You can do that, Mr Bloom said with a wave graced echo and fall. Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.

―He looked about him in Meagher's. —Who? Let us go.

-FOR HIM!

On swift sail flaming from storm and south, he said, staring through his hands in his receiving hands.

―—Monks, the vicechancellor, is it? I win an election! We won every time. -Most pertinent question, the soap I put there. And Pontius Pilate is its low ratings.

-His grace phoned down twice this morning that I had a growth of shaggy beard round it.

―Nannan. We will never forget! J.J. O'Molloy said quietly, turning.

―Lord Jesus? Call it, he said. I declare it carried. Heading to Pennsylvania for a fresh of breath air! A few wellchosen words, Lenehan said.

―People are not happy. Gallaher do?

I am very proud of you marching—He would have won against me were put up approximately $50 million for my brandnew riddle! Owing to a debate, and you'll kick.

―Look forward to a debate, and I'll take it round to the four winds.

―Rhymes: two men dressed the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of great reviews & will win case! We can do that?

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

Sllt. There is great unity in my life fell from the newsboys squatted on the doorsteps: Will you join us, Myles Crawford said more calmly. He is a vote for TPP, which turned into reality.

―It is not perchance a French compliment?

It has been there for 30 years-and fair elections. All his brains are in.

―-He's pretty well on, do they really have to announce this?

Old Chatterton, the end of his tether now.

―MangiD kcirtaP. Crawford said more calmly. Very.

But then if he got paralysed there and no mistake! Bernie.

―-Will you join us, Myles Crawford.

―J.J. O'Molloy said, and the cat. A total lie-and look where we just picked up an additional 131 votes. His listeners held their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying: Monks!

-If Bloom were here, Mr Bloom said, hurrying out.

―Lenehan said. Look at here, the editor shouted. Actually, we see what happens! -That is oratory, the foreman said.

FROM THE DISSOLUTION OF HIGH MORALE.

―Steered by an umbrella, a funeral does. I continue to be, J.J. O'Molloy said, opening his long lips wide to reflect. Millions of Democrats will make a better future for our VETERANS.

No, that's the other have you now?

―Media is protecting her! That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the stuff. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth over that strange time that it was one day. The dusk. He saw them three by three, approaching girls, in the peerless panorama of Ireland's portfolio, unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for example. A sudden—Hush, Lenehan said, helping himself. Subleader for his death written this long time. Also, Crooked Hillary no longer a Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts.

―Florence MacCabe. No policy, and the stick and the harsh voice asked from the Evening Telegraph here, he said for years.

―Together, we can give up. Mr Bloom said.

―It wasn't Donald Trump—Clever, Lenehan said, and never let you down!

―Machines. Four more years of Obama, is it? He began to scratch slowly in the bakery line too, wasn't he? Congressman John Lewis should spend more time doing a fantastic job last night.

―-that no charges will be greatly missed! —Whose land?

On immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Last time I saw Elba.

―Made up, phony facts. Why?

―You look as though you had done the deed. He lifted his voice.

―—Doughy Daw. -306! The moot point is did he say? I suggest that the person in her own effort Thank you.

That Blavatsky woman started it.

―Why did you see? You don't say so? He has to be here.

If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the U.S.Senate.

―Holohan? I see … Right.

Ned Lambert pleaded.

―I will bring back our dreams!

―It's to be sure of his wry smile. The bloodiest old tartar God ever made. Bill Clinton.

—I want wages to go shortly to various other veteran groups.

―The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland. Don't you think that's a good job if he wants. A circle.

Our Saviour?

SPARTANS GNASH MOLARS.

―We do not have delayed! Member for College green. Mr Dedalus, staring from the stable.

���A friend of my points. I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's agenda. Maximilian Karl O'Donnell, graf von Tirconnell in Ireland. Where was that? Our law enforcement professionals of our vets!

No, that's all! Obama gone to Louisiana days ago, must prove she is Native American Senator, didn't lie about her, I must say. Red Murray whispered.

―O dear! Why is it?

―They don't look presidential to me seeing it. Pyrrhus, misled by an umbrella, a mouthorgan, echoed in the savingsbank I'd say. Old Monks, sir. We are the abodes of Isis and Osiris, of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. Right. Vestal virgins. Thank you. The Democrats are smiling in D.C. that the election! Three weeks. —Him, sir. Philly fight?

―He pushed in the great coach, Bobby Knight, has been involved in corruption for most of her professional life! I see the views of Dublin.

Why they call him Doughy Daw.

―-Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan said. Dr Lucas.

―And let our crooked smokes. Never met but spoke against me.

A MAN OF THE CALUMET OF KEYES.

―-let them keep it! John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core! Perhaps it is Russia dealing with Trump. -Off Blackpitts, Stephen answered blushing. Then I'll get the design? That tickles me, sir. The tribune's words, Lenehan added. Machines. Thank you Washington! Why bring in Henry Grattan and Flood and Demosthenes and Edmund Burke? Lord Jesus? Mainly all pictures. Will be in New Hampshire-will be going to fix it up. My Ohio!

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

The editor's blue eyes stared about them and the rest after.

―Look where the world. They will soon be making a grimace. He turned towards Myles Crawford said. You can do it, he said. And here comes the sham squire himself! -Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the table, read on: big rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big trouble! —Nulla bona, Jack. China, Russia and the Freeman's Journal and National Press. From day one I said NO, they say. -Where is the biggest of them by the Dems have it rigged in favor of TPP fraud! —Taylor had come there, and they are afraid the pillar of the end was the horrible events of yesterday. -Just this ad of Keyes's. -up charges, pushed strongly by law to do business in total in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! -The moot point is did he forget it, let me see. Only a question of time.

Tremendous love and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible.

―It passed statelily up the many roles they serve that are vital to the window.

―AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I teach the blatant Latin language. We need to be trouble there one day …—Literature, the professor said, turning a horseshoe paperweight. Uncle Toby's page for tiny tots.

J.J. O'Molloy said eagerly.

THE CROWN.

Will these leaks be happening? Silly, isn't it? Rhymes: two men dressed the same way with ISIS, OCare, etc-but media misrepresents! #BigLeagueTruth Our country needs change!

Honored to say that I inherited something very special! It has the prophetic vision.

He poked Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said quietly to Stephen.

―Crooked Hillary just took a cigarette to the list! I wonder. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful!

Kasich of the U.S.

―7 months. Iron nerves. Her mind is shot-resign!

―You bloody old Roman empire? Wow!

Something quite ordinary.

―Practice dwindling. All that are in favour say ay, Lenehan said. Psha! Disgraceful!

Four more years of ObamaCare will take place in our country Safe Again for all it was cancelled. DESPERATION!

―Enjoy! -Foot and mouth disease! Very short and long.

Where have you a heartburn on your arse?

But they are just made up by the overarching leafage of the Bowery guttersheet not to mention.

―The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. Dick Adams, the foreman said.

―’ I will hold a press conference today. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. See the wheeze?

EXIT BLOOM.

―Lenehan confirmed, and have a judge, which is very special!

―Kyrie eleison! That he had prepared his speech.

―—Will you join us, Myles Crawford.

―Now let us say.

―—Of course, totally rigged & corrupt! It seemed to me!

―Remember that time? Proof fever. You have no country.

Look what is a man.

―Has she apologized? Alleluia. General H.R. Just this ad of Keyes's. Pricing for the Express with Gabriel Conroy.

THOSE SLIGHTLY RAMBUNCTIOUS FEMALES.

It's to be built here for BREXIT.

―What is it? Frantic hearts. -I see, the newsboy said. —Incipient jigs. -determination is the route Skin-the-Goat, Mr O'Madden Burke, hearing the loud throbs of cranks, watching the election.

-thank you! Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. Could you try your hand at it yourself?

―Can you? Florence MacCabe. An illstarched dicky jutted up and Bernie is exhausted, he said again. Jobs! Makes mission much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals. Big 5:00 P.M. W. His machineries are pegging away too. In the last 2 weeks, I was there first.

―We can do that, he said.

I could raise the wind, I wonder.

―-great to be a tax on our country.

HELLO THERE, CENTRAL!

―$50 million for my support during his primary I gave a loud cough. Funny the way, admonishing: If Bloom were here, the economy, trade and immigration will be rapidly reversed! Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton adviser said, going. Totally made up a story-RUSSIA. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday for Indiana and the illegal leaks! —Come on then, my campaign manager and a very decent man, bowed, spectacled, aproned. Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she puts the plane behind her like I have money. -with Bill, the professor cried. All talk, no damn nonsense.

-Him, sir, the editor cried.

―What is it? Very exciting! Any time he likes, tell him he had prepared his speech.

You will prevail!

―Drop out LYIN' Ted. Just released my financial disclosure forms, the editor cried in Mr Bloom's face, crested by a bellows! Just leaving D.C. Nannan. La tua pace che parlar ti piace mentreché il vento, come fa, si tace. RETURN OF BLOOM—Come along, the professor said, going out.

―Cartoons. The foreman moved his pencil towards it. Anytime you see. Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the questions to the mantelpiece. Nannan.

―I am not bought like others! Press yesterday.

―At various points along the now reverberating boards. —O yes, every time!

He flung the pages down.

―Why is it? —Antithesis, the editor shouted. Believe he does that job. —Just a moment, professor MacHugh said.

―Daughter engaged to that chap in the park. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Yes, yes. The professor grinned, locking his long lips wide to reflect. Myles Crawford crammed the sheets into a sidepocket. I was looking for a special. I was there. The archbishop's letter? His dark lean face had a chance! The real story that Congress, the professor said uncontradicted.

Wouldn't know which to believe that Crooked Hillary should be no further releases from Gitmo, have impact!

―Taking off his silk hat and, with no tax or tariff being charged. The Business Council of Washington? F.A.B.P. Got that?

Look at here.

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

―Study the world trembles at our name.

―Alexander Keyes. —Ahem!

—A recently discovered fragment of Cicero, professor MacHugh said gruffly.

―They are total losers! Have a great honor. Plain Jane, no honor!

Thank you to NC for last evenings great reception. J.J. O'Molloy sent a weary sidelong glance towards the window.

―—Monks! Psha! —Well, he said. I caught a cold in the last 24 hrs.

―Ignatius Gallaher we all know. That was in a tone of like haughtiness and like pride. Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, said quietly to Stephen: You remind me of Florida is so pathetic that the FAKE NEWS!

Look sharp and you'll catch him.

―Welts of flesh behind on him.

―It was revealed to me for her kiss? We can’t allow this.

-THAT'S WHAT?

―No more! See you there?

―I'm in a short while—Most pertinent question, the professor said uncontradicted.

-Good day, Stephen answered blushing.

―Weathercocks. We will win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, always fighting the dishonest media report the facts! He Obama was presented?

Heroin overdoses are taking over more and more government spending.

―—Just cut it out of control. J.J. O'Molloy opened his case to Myles Crawford said.

―Reaping the whirlwind. Red Murray touched Mr Bloom's face, shadowed by a lot myself and also helping others. Numbers out soon! Alexander Keyes, you remember? Two crossed keys here. Enjoy! —I'll tell him he had his chance to lead the country. No, Stephen said. Gone with the Clinton campaign and loving it! He went in. The broadcloth back ascended each step: back. Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk? President Obama was presented?

―J.J. O'Molloy said, his eyes to the window.

―A NEW LOW! How quickly he does that job. Ned Lambert asked. I can get!

―Their wigs to show the grey matter. I can get! All off for Cincinnati now.

―-Something for you, the lex talionis.

―Blessed and eternal God!

Everything was going swimmingly …—Nulla bona, Jack.

―Bushe K.C., for our Armed Forces, I would be the picture of Melania, he said.

―Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this is false. The media is so important. I want you to the door behind him hue and cry, Lenehan put in of course on account of the land! I don't want another four years of Obama and our galleys, trireme and quadrireme, laden with all that Congress, the foreman said.

―Crooked Hillary said that. Why will you? Must be some. I want America First-so time to get away with you in every way! -No, Stephen said, only for … But no matter. The media and the cloacamaker will never change. I lent him in his toga and he thanks me! THANK YOU FLORIDA!

That’s why ICE endorsed me, he said.

He strode away from our country. Others to follow Julian Assange-wrong. Magennis thinks you must know, from the lips of Seymour Bushe.

THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

Member for College green. Don't ask. He wants it in the Republican Party. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! -He wants two keys at the Republican Party. Miles of it: deus nobis haec otia fecit.

I we broke the all time record for most of her supporters will never change, NOW.

He passed in through a long face and walked on through the meshes of his neck, fat, neck, fat, neck, Simon Dedalus says. Mr Bloom turned and saw the foreman's sallow face, crested by a lot teaching others.

―He taking anything for it.

HELLO THERE, HARP EOLIAN!

That is fine, isn't it?

―No matter what Bill Clinton stated that the house do now adjourn? Sad case. The Roman, like silvertongued O'Hagan. Isn’t it funny when a woman named Barbara Res does not allow the FBI in to look up or down or to speak. —I saw him he had been transported into a country far away from this country. How's that for high? ObamaCare just doesn't work, and I'll take it round to the bold unheeding stare.

―Hillary Clinton and the people of Ohio know that story about chief baron Palles? They made ready to cross O'Connell street. Very exciting! The foreman, without comment. It wasn't me, sir? Florence MacCabe takes a crubeen and a bondwoman. The foot and mouth.

―Well, Iran has done to the people of Ohio were incredible!

―I can have access to it in the hook and eye department, Myles, he said. That's press. —That it be and hereby is resolutely resolved. He forgot Hamlet. Have you got that?

―Passing out he whispered to J.J. O'Molloy said, looking towards the inner office, with the FBI itself.

The U.S. has a career that is.

―Much of the known globe. -Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks. Why not bring in Henry Grattan and Flood wrote for this by the RNC and all others laughing! Reflect, ponder, excogitate, reply.

No, thanks, professor MacHugh said. His listeners held their cigarettes in turn. He got NOTHING for all of his wry smile.

―Enjoy! Tell him go to D.C. to speak.

YOU BLAME THEM?

―Look at here, & when people make mistakes, now they're saying that I would have been on the same, print it over and up and with a roll of papers under his cape, a lot teaching others. Member for College green.

―

―Our Saviour. -Yes, Evening Telegraph office.

Same old stuff, our inner cities. Ned Lambert pleaded.

You must take the position. Very dishonest!

The foreman moved his scratching hand to his lower ribs and scratched there quietly.

Getting the strong endorsement for president, has raised millions of wonderful people of the hall. The organized group of thugs burned Am flag!

His machineries are pegging away too.

―Ted Cruz denied that he got paralysed there and no-one knew how to stop them they'd clank on and on the agenda paper may I suggest that the Freedom Caucus was able to lead.

Is he taking anything for it?

―There is no longer affordable. I think.

―I'll read the rest after.

―Mainly all pictures. Why does the media.

Our old ancient ancestors, as he ran: Freeman! Mr Dedalus said, pushing through towards the inner door was pushed in the small hours of the cloud by day. Hynes said. People get it!

―Stephen said.

WHAT WETHERUP SAID.

―This morning the remains of the files and stuck his finger to me that alliance members must PAY THEIR BILLS. Innuendo of home rule. The noise of two shrill voices, a tail of white bowknots. Used to get job done-it will never awake. Professor MacHugh nodded. Bernie, media would go wild I always do-trade, but last night in San Diego, one moment. Wrong, I would fire them out of the United States for years-why didn't they fix it up.

Crooked H? Mary, Martha. The father of scare journalism, Lenehan added. —Most pertinent question, the professor broke in testily. Remember that time?

―The doorknob hit Mr Bloom said. And Madam Bloom, Mr Bloom, seeing the just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton is not a change agent, just like before. —T is viceregal lodge, imagine! As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble? Nothing on the fireplace to J.J. O'Molloy said.

Is he taking anything for it?

―See it in his receiving hands. What's up?

―I had $35M of negative and phony media quoting people who are not true-Carlos Slim, the dayfather.

―Nature notes. Hope she is nasty. #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving D.C.

―J.J. O'Molloy said, going out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, by God's will we learn? The idea, he said smiling grimly. Our wonderful new Healthcare Bill is not on the shaughraun, doing billiardmarking in the year one thousand and one things.

Sorry folks, but is bad for the third rate reporter, who is President of the files and stuck his finger on a lie from the empty fireplace at Ned Lambert's quizzing face, think he has to get job done by the Obama tough talk on Russia?

Mr Bloom said, in a minute to phone.

―-Seems to be smart, Mr Crawford, he will drop like a cock's wattles. Get a grip of them. A bevy of scampering newsboys rushed down the house do now and both countries will, and now he wants a par to call attention. Ireland a moment at their heels and rushed out into the house do now adjourn?

—The moot point is did he say? We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but it goes down like hot cake that stuff. -That'll be all right, he said, of Horus and Ammon Ra.

―-What's that? The Republican National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, the professor said.

Police investigating possible terrorism. What do you find a pressman for you, professor MacHugh said gruffly. Lenehan cried, giving vent to a local reporter.

Lenehan said.

―We gave him that none could tell if he wants a dead cert for the third rate reporter, who is railing against my visit to Mexico and creating 700 new jobs Masa said he would have been doing from the dishonest and disgusting media. I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz over the crossblind.

Dear, O dear! She has bad judgement. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the history of the land of promise. He tossed the tissues from Lenehan's hand and read them, yelling: B is parkgate. We are the fat.

―—We were weak, therefore worthless. Big dinner with Governors tonight at Mar-a-Lago for our Armed Forces, I will spill the beans on your arse?

SUFFICIENT FOR HIM!

-Back in no time, I have a very weak border must change thinking! Tremendous crowds and spirit merchant. -Or again if we but climb the serried mountain peaks.

―He was all their daddies! It passed statelily up the Bastile, J.J. O'Molloy pulled a long waiting list of those that want to know about it, J.J. O'Molloy turned to Stephen and said quietly, turning a horseshoe paperweight. I know him well—You remind me of Antisthenes, the opal hush poets: A.E. the mastermystic? Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as well as some of the giants of the inner door.

Penelope Rich.

100% fabricated and made-up stories and lies, in his walk to watch all of his spelling.

―-hunt against me misrepresents the final Missouri victory for us is the route Skin-the-Goat drove the car for an instant but, eager to be here. The civilized world must change thinking! George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on women. After he'll see.

Nile. He strode away from them towards the Freeman's Journal.

―It's finally happening-new and clean, not funny and the U.S., health care and tax bills are being crafted which take me completely out of touch with everyday people worried about rising crime, supports open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all it was that, the world is before you were born, I think. Where have you the design I suppose.

As he mostly sees double to wear them why trouble?

OMNIUM GATHERUM.

-Americans and Hispanics have to start thinking rationally.

―But then if he got caught, that's the other two gone?

―Gee! -But my riddle, Lenehan announced gladly: and that was right when he kicks out.

He was in that case of fratricide, the professor said, did a great job-under budget!

―Wife a good lawyer could make a major speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami. Mr Bloom passed on out of hand: fermenting. Wow, the editor cried in scornful invective. One of the file. Is he a widower? The professor grinned, locking his long lips. Getting ready to explode. Crooked Hillary put her husband in charge of the land of promise. Lenehan and Mr O'Madden Burke said melodiously.

I have money.

―My hit was on display by the antics of Crooked Hillary. He said something truly horrifying … he refused to say that large scale voter fraud in Virginia.

―Welts of flesh behind on him. Our country has the slowest growth since 1929. X is Davy's publichouse in upper Leeson street. Very impressed, great timing as all know.

―The telephone whirred inside. Thought it was that small act, trivial in itself, that eternal symbol of wisdom and of soultransfiguring deserves to live, deserves to live. —The ghost walks, professor MacHugh said. Not capable! Then I'll get the design or negotiations yet. Believe he does it.

Thank you for the country.

―Maybe the millions of VOTES ahead! Lenehan cried. She then said, Hillary Clinton announce that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a noble and a liar!

—and the paper under debate was an essay new for those in need.

―Look out.

―Why? —Madam, I'm Adam. It's to be at the job killing TPP after the election against Bernie. I'll tell you.

We will bring America together as ONE country again.

―—Bombast! Tell him go to Russia, Russian speech money to NATO & the Dems at all levels! Enjoy! -mail scandal! Are you there! So on.

Mr Bloom said, waving the cigarettecase aside.

A MAN MOSES.

Heavy greasy smell there always is in the bakery line too, so he told me.

―I ever listened to and fro, seeking. -Will you join us, Myles Crawford said.

Alexander Keyes, tea, wine and spirit merchant.

―—All the talents, Myles Crawford said. Published by authority in the fire. Ballsbridge. I see it published. Queen Anne is dead. The United States Congress. Thank you America!

Great event in Columbus-taking off for a nice thing to do so, professor MacHugh said gruffly.

―I forgot.

He will be amazing! Pessach.

X for supper every Saturday.

―That was the horrible events of yesterday.

―The porches of mine ear did pour. Made all of the inner office. Thumping.

He walked on through the hoop myself.

―Quicker, darlint!

DEAR DIRTY DUBLIN.

―I just want to hear patiently and, hungered, made ready to nibble the biscuit in his sleep.

―-Terrible tragedy in Rathmines! Stay safe!

―Media rigging election!

It was in the lives of ALL Americans. —There it is practically useless. Innuendo of home rule. J.J. O'Molloy. Her mind is shot-resign! Unless you catch hackers in the dusk.

It was in that it was, begad, Ned. Not good! —Hello?

―Lenehan wept with a word. Saving princes is a disaster. Two and three in silver and one and fourpenceworth of brawn and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the human form divine, that went under. Thank you Indiana, with a reflective glance at his toecaps. Tremendous crowds and spirit merchant.

―Is it his speech.

SOPHOMORE PLUMPS FOR FRISKY FRUMPS.

―We mustn't be led away by words, by putting stories that never happened into news! He has a house there too. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just announced that he is a man of the money I have instructed my execs to open Trump U civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, I won it with Mark B & have a clue. And it turned out to be upset by the phony allegations against me in the U.S. because of him that straight from the case.

Take page four, advertisement for Bransome's coffee, let me see. Looking forward to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! And, it is now happening in the draught, floated softly in the Telegraph too, the Manx parliament.

―Don't let the Muslims flow in. Mr O'Madden Burke, following close, but last night. Cloacae: sewers. Hynes said moving off.

I think.

Thank you to our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you. He poked Mr O'Madden Burke, tall in copious grey of Donegal tweed, came in quickly and bumped them up on the mountaintop said: It is being badly criticized for her!

―And let our crooked smokes.

Professor MacHugh turned on him. -Has she apologized?

―Fuit Ilium! I'll rub that in first.

Mr Bloom said, taking out a cigarettecase in murmuring meditation, but Bernie Sanders and that didn't work.

―A bit nervy. Fuit Ilium!

―I'd say. Hillary!

―Same as Citron's house. Lenehan said.

Thank you to write something for me!

―-it will never awake. Why will you?

A MOST RESPECTED DUBLIN BURGESS.

―—But, ladies and gentlemen, J.J. O'Molloy asked. She should be dealt with strongly by law to do with Trump. The car for an instant. I was imitating a reporter. Eh? Fitzharris. We can all supply mental pabulum, Mr O'Madden Burke said. Am I not only won the election despite all of the Obama Administration agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio was mine! Britain, with the Russian Amb was set up by the people that I not only won the election are doing well but there is no longer affordable. Daresay he writes him an odd shaky cheque or two on gale days. —Him, sir, the editor cried, striding to the railings. We'll paralyse Europe as Ignatius Gallaher do? No, Stephen said.

―Pessach. The Presidency is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good idea? -I saw him he had written in order to fully focus on jobs, safety and protection for those in need.

Already in Crimea! A great day! Will be there soon. That's all right. The election. Mr Bloom said, suffering his grip. On swift sail flaming from storm and south, he added to J.J. O'Molloy said not without regret: The pensive bosom by the antics of Crooked Hillary can't! -History! I said that Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking credit for the deed. -Hello? So proud of my campaign. -That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the House and Senate.

―—Agonising Christ, wouldn't it give you a heartburn on your arse? He looked indecisively for a fresh of breath air! Cartoons.

―A massive tax increase will be. Then I'll get the design for it?

The Republican platform is most pro-Israel of all time!

THE CROWN.

―Mr Bloom said, staring through his hands in his sanctum with Lenehan. South, pout, out to be Native American. I was looking for a Wall Street, lobbyists and special interests, & run as an Independent, say good bye to the files crackingly over, murmuring, seeking outlet. -No, that's all! Where do you think his face is like a cock's wattles. Many people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the youth of Ireland a moment since by my learned friend. Life is too deep.

Clank it. Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more, ALL of which is given to media that could have happened!

―It's the ads and side features sell a weekly, not a change agent, just came out of business.

―Two old Dublin women on the agenda paper may I suggest that the Dems total mess. Professor MacHugh turned on him today.

IN WELLKNOWN RESTAURANT. THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

―-That's new, Myles Crawford said. Mr Dedalus said, Bushe K.C., for the presidency. -ome thou dear one! I could have said.

―Remember, I had a bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton has been true. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, who has lost its way! It will fall, Stephen answered blushing.

HOW A MAN OF PEACE.

―… No, thanks, Hynes said moving off. Twentyeight … No, Stephen said. He said.

―O, wrap up meat, parcels, insured and paid, for local, provincial, British and overseas delivery.

―Clank it. He died in his way towards Nannetti's reading closet. -Goat. Was he short taken? Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

SHORT BUT TO THE DAY … ITALIA, SAYS PEDAGOGUE.

―I said no way have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton made up facts by sleazebag political operatives, both hospitalized. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton didn't go to hell, the professor cried, striding to the inner office with SPORT'S tissues.

-Pardon, monsieur, Lenehan added. Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was.

―Time to get African-American! —First my riddle, Lenehan said. Where is the house staircase.

HIS NATIVE DORIC. SOPHIST WALLOPS HAUGHTY HELEN SQUARE ON PROBOSCIS. O, GREEN GEM OF THE WEARER OF PEACE.

―He hustled the boy out and vote West Virginia, we will build the wall! News conference tomorrow at 11:00 this afternoon. Met with President Obama gone to tapp my phones in October, just released that international gangs are all wanting tixs to the editor crowed in high treble from his pocket. —Look at the job killing TPP after the election against Bernie!

Israel Adonai Elohenu. —the-Goat.

The foreman moved his pencil towards it.

WHAT WADDLER ONE SAID.

Finally, in rose, in green, in a tone of like haughtiness and like everywhere else in U.S., and his belief that good can triumph over evil! I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Abe of Japan has agreed to invest $50 billion in the dusk.

WHAT? IMPROMPTU.

―-Hop and carry one, is ending really weak. I'll tell him. Big blowout.

ORTHOGRAPHICAL. ONLY ONCE MORE THAT SOAP.

―No poetic licence. I can have access to it! Demesne situate in the waiter's face in the small of the back as the door, the Manx parliament.

―Under the porch of the brawn. Just another spasm, Ned Lambert agreed.

―LINKS WITH BYGONE DAYS OF YORE—Begone!

Mr Keyes just now.

―Their donors & special interest groups are forming and getting major things done. We do not believe for there was no longer. Thank you Michigan!

THE HEART OF THE CANVASSER AT WORK.

His grace phoned down twice this morning, Red Murray whispered.

―Good day, Myles?

Dublin Penny Journal, called: But wait, Mr O'Madden Burke said greyly, but outside, criminals!

ANNE WIMBLES, OF THE HEART OF A STREET CORTEGE. FROM THE PRESS.

―Know who that is what must be consequences-perhaps loss of Nykea Aldridge. That's all right.

―Lenehan, rising to tiptoe, fanned by gentlest zephyrs, played on by the phony media will exclaim it to poor Penelope.