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sydney

[viplandscapes]

Colorbond Fencing Sydney

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[witchelbi]

Deck Pergolas Sydney An illustration of a medium-sized, modern courtyard deck with a pergola

[hydrathemes]

Decking - Landscape This is an illustration of a summertime medium-sized contemporary backyard outdoor sport court with decking.

[yg-trollsonme]

Landscape Garden Beds

[nikkisheep]

To Be Alone With You (Part Six)

Anthony Bridgerton x female!Sharma!sister reader

Benedict Bridgerton x female!Sharma!sister reader

Warnings: improper alone time (Ben & reader), sexual tension, me as a writer questioning if I want Ben or Anthony to be the end ship, kissing, male nudity, reader fences Benedict (I know nothing about fencing so I'm sorry if this is bad), semi-smut, handjob, hair pulling

*One of the longer chapters

Summary: You spend more time with a certain Bridgerton brother and start to question whether you could be happy with Benedict rather than Anthony.

Playlist:

Labyrinth by Taylor Swift

If Only by Dove Cameron

Back to the Start by Somo

Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey (Maybe not a good choice, just depends)

Tag List: @shealuna , @m-rae23 , @littlepeanut03 , @aellabridgerton @sydney-m, @faatxma , @wildthoughtnananna @uraesthete, @themadhattersqueen, @theroyalmanatee, @urfavnoirette, @budugu, @helen06dreamer, @galactict3a, @imagineme2you. @sabii5, @anehkael, @aesthetic0cherryblossom, @lxovesgy, @lemonwithstupidity, @luvwithau, @stvrdustalexx, @jess4rush, @tallrock35, @msrawog

Not many nights had passed since the ball and you were being invited to the Bridgerton house by Daphne, or at least you thought. The days following the ball had been crazy as you were having numerous suitors calling on you because they thought the viscount had forgotten your sister and set his mind on you. Not that it was completely wrong, but you were not talking to Anthony and would not do so until the wedding which was to be in about a month. Not that you were keeping up for when you would have to walk down the aisle, not in a white dress.

Upon your arrival to the Bridgerton home, you were wandering around the house trying to find something interesting. You wandered to the garden and sat under a tree. The refreshing wind cooled you as the tree limbs were shading you away from the harsh sun. You close your eyes and listen to the sounds of nature. Soon, rushed footsteps and shouts had called your attention and you decided to follow it.

---

Benedict and Colin were fencing, and it looked like Colin was winning this match. Benedict was sweating in his fencing uniform and a bead of sweat slowly drips down the side of his face and disappears under his collar.

"Are you going to just stand there and stare or are you going to come over?" Benedict called out, snapping you out of the trance-like state you were in.

"How long have you boys been fencing?" You ask, shielding your eyes from the sun.

"About an hour," Colin smirked, watching you watch Benedict. "I actually have grown quiet tired."

"Would you like me to take over, Mr. Bridgerton?" You asked, hands folded together in front of your waist.

"Do they teach you girls how to fence during your lessons?"

"No, but I have seen my cousins do it."

"You are quiet aware that fencing is a man's sport, Miss Sharma," Benedict said, pushing you. He knew that you would see it as a challenge and it was, the results were exactly what he wanted.

"Rule number one, Mr. Bridgerton, do not underestimate a woman."

Colin mentions your clothing and you realized that it would be harder to move in your dress. You press your lips into a thin line before deciding to walk to the shed. Once inside, you look through the wardrobe inside, finding a pair of fencing clothes. You pull at the buttons of your dress, slipping out of the many layers, including your corset. Putting on the trousers felt odd but they were quite comfortable, more so than your corset.

Coming out of the shed, you walk to the boys again, pushing the leftover shirt into the trousers. You gave them a twirl and beamed brightly.

"Well, don't they fit lovely?" You smiled.

"Yes...yes they do," Benedict looked at the sky, not trying to hide that he couldn't look at you. Your shirt wasn't completely buttoned and Benedict was struggling not to look.

"Are you all right, brother?" Colin asked, a teasing grin creeping onto his face.

"I am quite well, you need not to worry about me brother."

You move closer to him and press you hand against his forehead and felt his temperature. Your breathes mixed in front of you, your chest was practically pressed against his. Benedict's first instinct was to lean in for a kiss, you were intoxicating to him, but as soon as he went to slightly move, he pulled away.

"Shall we return to fencing?" He spoke into the silent garden.

All while Colin was just sitting on the bench, watching the interaction between his brother and the love of his other brother's life.

---

Colin eventually leaves the garden because the heat nearly made him pass out. As you were fencing Benedict, he kept talking as a distraction, and it was working.

"Darling, are you prepared for the art lesson that I have planned for us?" He asked.

"Can't make it, Mr. Bridgerton," You said. "I have a tea party with Daphne. She sent me an invitation letter."

"That was me," He said, tapping you on your left side.

"Benedict, did you invite me here to teach me art or something else?"

The two of you stepped closer, leaving the fencing weapons on the ground. His hands came to rest on your hips, looking around the garden quickly before turning back to you.

"Did you or did you not come here for an art lesson and nothing more?" He asked, dipping his mouth to the underside of your jaw.

"I came here thinking that I would be having tea with your sister," You gasp when his teeth graze your skin. "Benedict, someone will see."

"Let them see," He said. "You should be mine."

Your head tips backwards as his mouth continues the assault on your neck. You let out a moan and he pulls away, placing his index finger over your mouth, making a shhh-ing sound.

"Quiet darling, do you want me to stop?"

You shook you head.

"Words or I will stop."

"I don't want you to stop, Mr. Bridgerton."

His mouth pressed against yours in a searing kiss, lips moving in sync and his hand moves down to your bottom. He walks you over to the bench that Colin had been sitting and he sat you down, bending down to kiss you, never wanting your lips to leave his. You pull back, pressing your hand against his chest and try to catch your breath.

"Stop...stop, we shouldn't do this," You whisper as his mouth chases yours. He is in a kneeling position and his hand is on your hips, covered by your trousers.

"We shouldn't, but we want to and who are we to deny our desires?" He pants.

"Benedict."

---

Making it to his art studio, you laugh at his rain soaked clothes. You were still in your fencing clothes and your dress was in Benedict's hands. You brace yourself against a table, smiling as your hair clung to your face and neck. You were breathtaking in Benedict's mind. How Anthony did not see how truly beautiful you were was beyond him.

"Shall we get to drawing?" He asked, breaking the silence in the cooler room.

"Yes," You said. "I was wondering if I could draw you?"

He nodded and moved to the couch. You shook your head, motioning him to come over to you.

"How do you want me?" He asked, smirking at the fact that you were watching him with such attentive eyes.

"I want you...right here," You moved him to the center of the room, right in front of the window that was lit up by the thunder and lightening from outside.

You moved to the couch to start sketching him, frowning because you could not get his figure right. You walked to him and looked up at him, your noses nearly touching.

"Does sketching me include you being so close to me?"

"I need your shirt off. I need you naked."

"Why?" He asked.

"So I can get a better view of how your body is shaped."

He slowly starts to unbutton his shirt and shrugged it off. Smirking when he noticed your hand instantly reached out to touch his toned chest. He grabbed your sketchbook out of your hands, placing it on the nearest table, and placed them on his warm body. Your mouth opened slightly at the feeling of him. He felt warm, sturdy, and perfect.

His hand was still on yours and he slowly moved it down his chest to his abs to his trousers. You gasped when he moved your hand lower.

"Do you feel what you have done to me?" He asks. "How crazy you have me feeling?"

You nod. Too dumbfounded to say anything.

He moves your hand back up and then completely off him. He takes the button of his trousers into his fingers and pops it out of the hole. He then slowly moves them down his strong, long legs. He then pulls down his underwear. His cock springs up and hits his stomach. He was big. You could tell that the genes in this family were extremely strong. You shook your head and grabbed your sketchbook, instantly drawing what you saw.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, his wet hair sticking to his skin. Water droplets were still falling from his head and dripping down his body. The lightening from outside lit up his entire body, making him look like a literal angel.

"This is exactly what I needed." You walked over to him once again, pressing your lips against his. His mouth opened to allow your tongue entrance, swallowing his moans of pleasure. You were doing that to him. You were making him needy for you. You were making him want you, he needed you.

You grip his leaking cock, slowly moving up and down, feeling the silky skin. He threw his head back in pleasure as your hand stroked him.

"Oh my..." He gasped.

"Is this what you need, Mr. Bridgerton?" You look up at him before grabbing his hair to pull him down to your level. "Is this what you need?"

"Y-Yes," He stutters as he tries to hold in his moans.

"Let me hear you, baby." Your hand starts to get more slick with his pre-cum as he gets closer and closer to his end. He starts to shake in your hands as you speed up your hand. He starts to curse and moans started to spill from his mouth.

"Oh fuck, darling," He moans out as he cums on your hand.

You kept pumping him as he shakes from his orgasm. You slowly come to a stop and look him straight in the eyes as you lick his cum off your hand and moan at the taste, eyes rolling back.

"Oh fuck..." He pants, hair sticking to his forehead.

"I love you," He whispers, you don't hear it and he quickly gathers himself up.

"How was your drawing?" He asked, once dressed. His hands were resting on your hips as he presses a quick kiss to your neck.

"I think I will need to finish it a different day."

[rhymingtherapy]

Golden crown and mottled

blue plumage, the colour morph

of a Pale-headed Rosella—

transports me to a distant skyline,

where gilded clouds

pause to catch their

breath on a sunbeam

laser-lit horizon.

To my garden, the pastel

shaded parrot pays a

fleeting visit, skimming

the fence line as it leaves

for places where earth’s

crowded spaces fade away,

beyond yonder’s

jet propelled slipstream.

.

RhymingTherapy—March 2024 (my photo from a recent flight to Sydney. The visit from a Pale-headed Rosella to my garden was a few days after I returned. Unfortunately I wasn’t quick enough to snap a photo of it).

[bloodspick]

featuring: scuffed designs, @wreckowafer's yunie, and elsie relationship chart rambles under cut

robin -> elsie feels indebted to her. they have an odd relationship of caretaker (or protector)/victim that is reversible. robin is older than elsie and used to look out for her, though in monetary means, elsie is the one taking care of it.

it's created a relationship where robin is incapable of finding fault or able to express any negative feelings towards elsie she might have. each other's therapists, unfortunately.

elsie -> robin genuinely cares but doesn't truly feel anything romantic towards robin. wants her to be well yet isn't emotionally available or exactly around a lot of the time. guard dog that doesn't fully understand play or how to comfort, finds robin's trauma suffocating yet understands no one else can truly be there for robin that isn't her

(c!)sydney -> elsie fully infatuated and in love. have been close since they were children, even more so than robin was given elsie was a fellow churchgoer. unaware of elsie's less legal skill-sets, jobs, or even understands who she really is, but her acceptance of whom he is made him very happy (or so he thinks, at the very least) thinks she's smart and hardworking, unaware of all things orphanage.

elsie -> (c!)sydney while elsie wasn't religious before being orphaned, jordan's care as well as the environment of the temple made her fond of the whole thing. reconnected with sydney as she often stayed late in the school library to avoid going back to the orphanage. finds sydney cute and endearing, someone fond and nice to be around. isn't sure if this is love, but it's the closest thing to the real deal, right? thinks it's funny to tease him lol

kylar -> elsie obsessed with elsie when she rescued her from bullies. pictures her as this perfect fairytale prince, yet someone who couldn't possibly do any wrong and needs kylar to care and protect her. it's constant contradictions with how she thinks of elsie. fawns over her all the time. ignores elsie's questionable jobs and thinks she'd make both the perfect stay-at-home wife who could hone her gardening skills without issue, yet pictures her as the ideal breadwinner whom would spoil her without complains. deeply jealous of the fact she seems to be busy most often than not, and chooses to ignore the potential fact elsie might be cheating on her. her darling isn't capable of something so scummy like that, right?

elsie -> kylar deeply, deeply afraid of kylar ever since she saw her to be the one stalking her and stealing her clothing. only got closer to her out of a fear of any potential danger kylar could do to her. finds her pitiful and pathetic above anything else, nowadays, or even a bit of a burden. nonetheless, likes her enough as to keep her around. she's useful, too, after all. learns to stay quiet and let kylar do whatever she wants long enough as to not make her cause troubles in her routine.

whitney -> elsie sexually obsessed with someone whom seems unobtainable. doesn't fully understand her. both tries to subdue her through sexual attempts as well as awkwardly hanging out with her outside of school when he catches her sneaking out at night. weird relationship where they are begrudging equals. whitney is the closest to knowing elsie as she is, yet is emotionally inept as to not say anything about it.

elsie -> whitney finds him deeply, deeply irritating. fought nail and claw anytime he tried to accost her, to the point she'd rather jump the fence, or use the secret tunnels to avoid him whilst leaving school. figured that if she were nice to him, maybe he'd return the favour. ended up accidentally becoming his girlfriend in his eyes. has no clue what to do about it. they 100% fuck (whitney thinks it's because they are in love. elsie because she is, very unfortunately, attractive to him). (she wants him to stop calling her a slut. that implies people pay her.)

also, to clarify: elsie doesn't have a main li nor does she really consider any of them her one true partner lol. it's not cheating for cheating's sake, she sees it as wanting to please/make most of the main hindrances in her life happy and make the most out of her relationships for her facilitated survival

doesn't even truly sees it as cheating because she has a wack sense of romantic love aye. isn't ever touching eden, gh, or bw ever sorry she values her autonomy all too much for them

[edenscollardrawer]

Vengeance - f!Sydney/f!PC/f!Kylar

18+ content warnings & tags: exhibitionism, revenge, graphic violence, knives, bondage, fingering, degradation, humiliation request: "may i request pc/syd? pc realizes kylar’s jealousy is so high that they’re abt to get kidnapped again. instead of relying on bailey, you warn sydney to save you if you disappear. but when she comes to save you, instead of going quietly, she restrains kylar and forces her to watch" - @foxyfexyll 1822 words

A pair of green eyes burned into the side of your head as you carried your tray through the cafeteria, slipping into the seat next to your girlfriend. Kylar’s incessant surveillance had only increased since you broke out of her basement last month. ‘No’ was apparently not a word in her dictionary, as your escape had not deterred her from pursuing you further. 

You consider yourself a pretty resilient girl, but the constant stalking was definitely taking its toll. Sleepless nights had become the norm for you, as you found yourself constantly staring out your bedroom window to ensure your safety. Sydney cast you a sympathetic glance, setting her hand on your knee. 

“Are you alright? You seem really tense today.” Her thumb rubbed gentle circles over your exposed skin, your body relaxing under her touch. 

“I’m.. fine. God, do you see that fucking freak?” Sydney frowns, looking up to follow your gaze. When she sees Kylar, her brows furrow and her grip on your leg tightens. 

“Is she giving you trouble again?” you sighed, looking down at your lap as you played with the hem of your skirt. 

“Yeah… I can’t sleep, I can’t focus… everywhere I look, there she is. I have a really bad feeling, Syd. Something isn’t right.” She bit her lip, staring daggers across the room at the loner. Kylar poked at her food, pretending she couldn’t see the two of you - yet anytime you looked away, you felt those eyes on you again. That creep. 

“I’ve got your back. Promise.” Sydney holds out her pinky finger for you to link, and you oblige.

“If anything happens… If I don’t come to school, If I’m not answering calls - please come looking for me. Okay?” your voice shook as you talked. She nodded firmly, a serious look plastered across her face. You already felt indebted to Bailey after the last time, God knows he guilt tripped you plenty. Disposing of your trash, you made a hasty exit to your history class. It was an absolute blessing that you only had one class with your reclusive stalker.

The rest of your day was uneventful, the school providing some degree of security. As your day came to a close and you walked across the front schoolyard, anxiety consumed you. You felt like a wild rabbit in an open meadow, a hawk circling overhead as you gnaw on a patch of grass. The ever-present feeling of being watched consumed you once again as you began your trek home. 

Walking through the residential alleyways, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and prepared to hop the fence to the back garden. A familiar prick in your neck kept you grounded, and the world quickly faded into darkness. When you came to, you’d landed in the same exact basement you’d grown so familiar with the month prior - your captor standing over you with a crazed grin. 

“M-my love! You’re awake! I’m so glad that we’re finally reunited again…” Her knife trailed down the side of your face with a wistful elegance. You didn’t bother flinching. Sydney would come for you this time, you knew she wouldn’t get away with it. 

“Don’t bother, freak,” you scoffed, glaring up at her with fire in your eyes, “Sydney is coming. You’ll fucking regret this.” Kylar’s gaze widened and a maniacal laugh burst from her throat. 

“S-Sydney?” she smiled, walking closer to you, the tip of her knife digging into the center of your throat, a small trail of blood leaking from the fresh cut. Another guffaw left her small body as she launched herself onto you, knocking the chair down with you. A loud oof came out of you as you smacked down onto the cement floor -  your restrained body still firmly strapped down. She crawled on top of you, hands clenching around your bloody throat. 

“I h-have been so… so k-kind to you. All… All I d-do is love you, and you.. You still choose… Sydney?” your girlfriend’s name falls from her lips with a venomous tone.

You tried to scream, tried to use some clever retort, tried to berate her - but all that came out was a strangled gurgle. Her hands tightened further, your face turning red as the oxygen struggled to reach your head. Kylar’s psychotic grin looked like it reached ear to ear; she stared down at you with rage as you felt your consciousness slowly draining. Just as you felt the light draining from your eyes, an unseen force ripped her off of you. Gasping for air, you lied still for a moment before mustering the strength to look up from your restrained position.

Punch after punch lands against Kylar’s bewildered face as Sydney straddles her chest. She grabbed both of the petite girl’s arms and forced them behind her back, aggressively flipping her over onto her stomach. Kylar squirmed frantically, thrashing and screaming about the unfairness of it all. Your girlfriend ignored the stalker's pleas of injustice - grabbing a nearby rope lying on the concrete and deftly tying her wrists together. She makes sure the knots are secure before dragging her into the corner and propping her up against the wall.

“Y-you can’t do this! W-we’re in love! You can’t tear us apart!” Sydney scoffs, her face contorted in disgust.

“You’re sick, Kylar.” She finally walks over to you, cupping your face tenderly as she unties you from the chair. Once free, she rubs your wrists where the rope had been cutting into your skin. Sydney examines the bruises and blood on your neck, her breathing becoming shaky. 

“You think this is love?” Sydney gestures to the bruises on your neck, forcing Kylar to confront her actions.  “I’ll fucking show you what love looks like.” Everything was happening so fast, you had whiplash. Sydney turned to you, grabbing ahold of your chin. Her lips met yours, tongue quickly slipping into your mouth. Though your eyes were both closed, the sound of Kylar struggling and crying filled the dank room.

“STOP! STOP IT! SHE LOVES ME!” she screamed like she was watching a cold blooded murder unfold in front of her. In a way, she was. The homicide of your non-existent love. Sydney grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. Her touch was gentle, but firm. You could tell she wanted to prove to Kylar that she had no chance. As her thumbs hooked under the hem of your skirt, flipping it up, she pulled away to turn to the struggling stalker. 

“My beloved, do you care about Kylar?” you immediately and frantically shook your head in disagreement. “Do you care if she suffers?” You once again shake your head. She struggles against her bindings and cries harder. Some sick part of you is turned on by the sound of her struggle, the utter anguish in her pleas for mercy. You press your thighs together, feeling the moistness growing there.

Sydney continues, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of your lace panties and pulling them down. She discards them and continues, hands running down your body in a display of intimacy that only serves to make Kylar more frantic. Her fingers dip down into your wetness, and she lets out an exaggerated moan, looking over at the onlooker with a devilish smirk. 

“Oh my God, you’re just soaking wet for me…” She draws her fingers up to her lips, wiping your slick off on her tongue and humming thoughtfully.

“Fucking delicious.” She tucks her dark hair behind her ear. Sydney’s complete control over the whimpering mess in the corner only made you hotter. Her fingers return to their position and she wastes no time flicking them across your clit, swirling around in the motion that drives you crazy. 

She stares Kylar dead in the eyes as your soft whimpers and moans fill the room, tears washing down the small girl’s cheeks. Your girlfriend’s free hand moves up to your breast, kneading and massaging the supple flesh. Every feeling was amplified by the experience of being watched. It felt so fucking good to make her hurt. She deserved every single second of pain, and you relished in the sound of her despair as Sydney’s fingers dipped into your drenched core - pumping in and out as she maintained eye contact with the panicking freak. 

You made sure to make a dramatic show of humping against her hand, moaning loudly and running your hands up and down your body like you were in ecstasy. Kylar sobbed loudly, kicking against the concrete and nearly banging her head against the brick wall. As you looked over and saw her practically begging for death, you felt yourself clenching around Sydney's digits. 

“O-Oh my God, I love you so much, Syd!” you cried loudly, looking over at Kylar with an exaggerated orgasm face. Her hair was even messier than usual, cheeks red and puffy from crying - and you could see a shameful wet patch forming on her exposed panties, her skirt having hiked itself up to her waist during her struggle. As Sydney’s hand retracted from your spent pussy, she rested her forehead against yours.

“I love you more than anything…” she whispered just loud enough for Kylar to hear, planting a passionate kiss against your lips. She ran her hands up your body, admiring your curves - then she turned and walked over to Kylar. 

“Looks like somebody enjoyed the show. You really are pathetic, you know that?” She made a show of pressing her foot to Kylar’s panties - laughing loudly at the panicked moan that left her lips. She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder and walked back over to you.

“Let's get out of here, beloved. She can sit here and think about what she’s done.” Grabbing ahold of her hand, you glance over at the now-motionless lump on the ground. Hesitantly, you walk over to her.

“You ever fucking try something like this again, I will end you.” You spit, looking at your girlfriend for approval before you both make a hasty exit from the basement, leaving Kylar to her own devices. As the two of you descend Danube Street, Sydney stops and looks you up and down.

“You’re okay, right? I should’ve asked before doing… all that.” She smiles sheepishly, biting her bottom lip between her teeth. A giggle falls from your lips, and you reach forward to twirl her cross pendant between your fingers. “You’re my hero, Sydney…” Standing on your toes, you plant a gentle peck on her cheek. The sweet scent of her floral perfume brought you back to reality. The rest of the walk was uneventful, though there was the looming fear of potential consequences hanging overhead. You doubted that worm of a girl would tattle on you - but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be plotting her revenge. It wasn’t really a question of if she would retaliate, but rather, when. Today, you held the power - and that was enough. 

[fishfooddude]

What Happens in Vegas Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas... Part 4

Carmy and Richie's pilgrimage to Washington DC... was it a mistake? Will Carmy do something regrettable? Will Richie do something equally as stupid?

The Bear MasterList

Directory

Part 3

Part 4 - DC in October

“Are you sure you even want to go Carmy?” Richie questioned for the thousandth time that day. Carmy rolled his eyes and pulled the sleeves of his navy blue sweater up. The two sat in the airport that afternoon. Carmy shrugged “I don’t know.” he answered lazily, looking over to Richie “Cousin, we could just go home- she probably wouldn’t notice you not being there.” “She would.” “Are you trying to win this girl back or somethin’?” 

Carmy never answered Richie’s question. He laid back in his hotel room’s bed. He should have just blown off the wedding; Ellie couldn’t actually want a shitty ex fuck buddy at her wedding. He stared at the ceiling and contemplated his life decisions up to this point. What if he’d gone to Europe to chase Ellie? What if he’d kept texting her? What if he’d reached out to her more? He should have done better. Unfortunately, that was something he couldn’t go back and change. In a mere 24 hours, Ellie would be Mrs. Ellie Aurbey, and he’d never be able to hold her again. 

Richie and Carmy stood at the bar in casual suits at Jack and Ellie’s rehearsal dinner, “What the fuck is a German hooker?” Richie laughed, staring at the wedding bar menu. Carmy shrugged, “We should leave. There's too many cops around here.” Richie looked around as he fidgeted with the menu in his hands. “Don’t worry, handsome. We don’t like it either.” a woman in a dark purple dress commented as she approached the two men. “Now this is a site for sore eyes, Carmen Berzatto in a suit at a wedding for Ellie.” Carmy rolled his eyes “Hi Jenny. Long time no see.” “So, is it true? You two got married in Vegas?” Carmy nodded “Yea. We got divorced over the summer, though.” “When Andy told me you two did something crazy- getting married wasn’t even on the list.” Jenny laughed playfully, pushing Carmy “Who are you, handsome?” she bit her lip, turning her attention to Richie. Carmy chuckled “Careful Cousin, she’s kinky.” 

Carmy was alone on a balcony, staring out at a rose garden. “Didn’t think you’d come, Carmen.” Carmy looked over his shoulder to see Jack standing by the door. “I’m surprised you let her invite me.” Jack chuckled “You think I could have prevented this?” Carmy scoffed “True. She’s a strong-willed woman. I’ll give you that.” Jack stepped closer to the fence surrounding the balcony “Thanks for making the divorce easy. I would also like to apologize for arresting you. I just wanted to kick your ass when I found out.” Carmy nodded in acknowledgment of his apology. “You’re a lucky man, Jack. Ellie is a great girl.” 

“You were right… that Jenny girl was kinky.” Richie laughed as he and Carmy walked toward the elevator the next morning. Carmy shook his head disapprovingly, “You wrap it?” “Of course. Don’t need two child support payments.” 

As Ellie walked down the aisle in her pearly white satin off-shoulder gown, a veil that was practically a mile long decorated with subtle spider webs. Carmy smiled as he took in the sight. This was the wedding Ellie deserved, and he was envious of Jack in that moment. While the idea of a big wedding was Carmy’s worst nightmare- he’d do anything to make Ellie smile like that. 

Their vows were sweet and short; Ellie laughed at Jack’s retelling of their first time meeting and blinked away tears when he promised to love, protect, and honor her until his final breath. “Do you, Elenor Sydney Marks, take Jackson Daniel Aurbery as your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and health for the rest of your days?” Carmy quietly slipped out of the hall before he could hear your answer. Coming here really was a mistake.

“Well, she’s married,” Richie said when he found Carmy outside smoking a cigarette. Richie followed in suit, “You were right. We shouldn’t have come to this.” “You love her or somethin’ Cousin?” Carmy shrugged “I don’t know… Seein’ her over the summer just like - I don’t know.” Richie patted Carmy’s shoulder.

“CAB, you leavin?” Ellie asked when she finally found Carmy awkwardly standing in the corner, waiting for Richie. “Yeah- gotta get back to Chicago.” Ellie nodded and smoothed down her dress “Thanks for coming, Carmen. If you’re ever in DC, come by.” Carmy nodded “Of course, El. You look beautiful, by the way… also now I know your last name.” Ellie smiled “Bye, Carmy.”

Richie stood back and watched Ellie and Carmy’s interaction. Carmy looked like a kicked puppy as he walked away from Ellie, “You okay, Carmy?” he shrugged in response “Don’t worry, kid. She’s just the one who got away.” Carmy chuckled, shaking his head. “Maybe I’ll get married one day. I wish it were to Ellie, but she’s happy with that guy, and I’ll be happy with another girl.”

[sydneycreations]

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Summer Romance X Calum hood

Chapter 3

Christmas came and went in a blur of laughter, warmth, and love. Meeting Calum’s family had been nothing short of magical. They welcomed me with open arms, making me feel like I belonged. But as the festive season drew to a close, the shadow of another goodbye loomed over us.

The night before Calum was set to leave for Los Angeles, we sat on the porch of his childhood home, wrapped in a blanket as the cool Sydney breeze swept over us. The stars above seemed brighter, almost mocking us with their distance—a reflection of what was about to happen.

“I hate this part,” Calum said, his voice low and filled with emotion. “Every time it feels harder to leave.”

I leaned my head against his shoulder, my heart aching. “It’s because we keep getting closer. Saying goodbye feels like tearing a piece of ourselves away.”

He turned to look at me, his dark eyes shimmering in the moonlight. “Y/N, I’ve been thinking about us. About everything. I know we’ve been making this work, but… I hate the distance. I hate not being with you every day.”

My chest tightened. “Calum, I… I don’t want you to go either, but your life is in LA. Your music, your career—it’s everything you’ve worked for.”

He sighed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “And you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. But I don’t have an answer yet. Just… promise me we’ll figure this out together.”

“Always,” I whispered, leaning into his embrace.

The next morning was a whirlwind of emotions. At the airport, Calum held me close, his arms wrapped around me as if letting go would break him.

“I love you,” he murmured into my hair. “Don’t ever forget that.”

Tears streamed down my face as I clung to him. “I love you too. More than words can say.”

As he walked away, I felt an ache so deep it seemed to consume me. Watching him disappear through the gate was like losing a part of myself.

Six months passed. Six long months of phone calls, video chats, and messages. We tried to bridge the distance with technology, but nothing could replace having him by my side. I poured myself into my music, using the pain of our separation to create something meaningful. It helped, but it didn’t fill the void.

One quiet evening, as I sat at my kitchen table, the doorbell rang. Frowning, I got up to answer it, wondering who could be visiting so late. When I opened the door, my heart stopped.

There he was. Calum, standing on my doorstep, holding a small box in his hand. His eyes were filled with a mixture of nervousness and determination.

“Calum?” I breathed, my voice barely audible.

“Hi, love,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Surprise.”

Before I could say anything, he pulled me into his arms, kissing me with all the passion and longing of the months we’d spent apart. When we finally pulled away, I stared at him, my mind racing.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my hands still gripping his jacket as if afraid he might disappear.

“I missed you,” he said simply. “And I have something to show you.”

He stepped aside, gesturing toward a car parked at the curb. “Come with me.”

Curiosity got the better of me, and I followed him. We drove in comfortable silence until we reached a quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. Calum parked the car in front of a charming house with a white picket fence and a garden bursting with flowers.

“What is this?” I asked, stepping out of the car.

He took my hand, leading me to the front porch. “It’s ours. If you want it to be.”

My breath caught. “Ours?”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “I bought this house for us, Y/N. I… I want to be with you. I don’t care about the distance or the logistics. The band is slowing down. Michael’s about to be a dad, and Luke and Sierra are thinking about starting a family too. I realised I don’t want to spend my life chasing something if it means being away from you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as his words sank in. “Calum, are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” he said, pulling the box from his pocket. He dropped to one knee, opening it to reveal a stunning ring. “Y/N, I’ve known for a long time that you’re the one I want to spend my life with. Will you marry me?”

I stared at him, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. “Yes,” I whispered, then louder, “Yes, Calum, I’ll marry you.”

He slipped the ring onto my finger before standing and sweeping me into his arms. We laughed and cried, holding onto each other as if the world around us had disappeared.

Planning the wedding was a whirlwind of excitement. We decided on a small, intimate ceremony in the garden of our new home. Family and close friends gathered to celebrate our love, the air filled with laughter and the scent of blooming flowers.

As I walked down the aisle, my heart swelled with emotion. Calum stood at the end, looking more handsome than ever in his suit. When our eyes met, I saw nothing but love and devotion.

The ceremony was perfect. We exchanged vows that brought tears to everyone’s eyes, promising to love and support each other through all of life’s challenges. When Calum kissed me, it felt like the beginning of a beautiful new chapter.

The reception was a joyful celebration. Michael gave a heartfelt toast that had everyone laughing and crying in equal measure. Luke and Ashton played an acoustic version of our favorite song for our first dance, and we danced under the stars, surrounded by the people who mattered most.

Life after the wedding was everything we had dreamed of and more. Calum kept his promise, commuting to LA when needed but always returning home to Melbourne. We built a life together, filled with music, love, and laughter.

One evening, as we sat on the porch of our home, watching the sunset, Calum took my hand.

“Thank you for saying yes,” he said, his voice filled with emotion.

I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Thank you for choosing me. For choosing us.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I felt a sense of peace and contentment I had never known before. Calum was my home, my heart, my everything. And as long as we were together, I knew we could face anything the future held.

[fancingstyle]

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31 Days of Horror day 12: Consult

"I just don't know what to do, Benny," Sidney said with the kind of sigh that meant finality. Defeat. Deep and bone weary.

Bernadette Harlow, Benny to her friends, looked up at their reflection in the salon mirror. Sydney, never Sid except to her dear old dad, had cherry red lips pulled into a frown. The make up around her eyes was cakey, layered on thick to hide the color of sleepless nights while doing nothing to reduce the puffiness. Her hair was so often styled picture perfect, but it stood a frizzy mess.

Benny offered her a gentle smile. "About what, your hair?" Her voice was breezy, playful, and ready to turn on a dime. She flicked a strand of chestnut waves. "What's going on?"

Sydney scoffed, her eyes rolling. It did not seem directed at Benny, who held her tongue in wait for whatever it was Sydney had to say. "It's that stupid charity auction. Blair Gardner is giving me attitude because we aren't able to set up the nice tables for it, and I always tell her that the money all gets funneled to her little club and city hall's left picking up the scraps!" She rolled her eyes.

"And let me tell you, Benny," she went on with a pop of her lips. Benny smirked, just a twitch of her mouth, leaning forward in interest, her hands on Sidney's shoulders. "Let me tell you! You'd think they were animals, the way they'd kill over those items." The fire in her flickered, and faded. It broke Benny's stone heart a little to see her sails fall out of favor with the winds. "They don't appreciate all the work we do, every time. All the auctions, the bake sales. Art shows!"

She opened her mouth to say more. Benny squeezed her shoulders, catching her attention. "Don't get in a tizzy," Benny said. "Don't let those rich punks get you down, they don't have much going on in their lives."

"Benny!" There was a laugh, caged within the scandal. The corners of her eyes creased with a suppressed smile.

"What? I'm telling the truth. They have their country club and their complaints and that's it."

Benny hated them, if she was honest. Anyone in the town held out by their gilded fences did, she figured, from the way handymen and nannies and maids glowered and mumbled amongst each other. Ever since she'd moved there as a child and her parents picked up whatever work they could, even with their phony patriotism and victory gardens. They drifted across town in fancy new cars in fancy new clothes, handmade by the highest fashion houses in rebuilt France. Ignoring the rabble around them.

She pushed the venom out of her voice even as it bubbled in her throat, fierce enough to spit. "I tell you what, I'll give you a make over. Free of charge." Sydney's expression changed to one of shock, a comical round O of her mouth and eyes wide enough to see the whites all around the iris behind her cats eye glasses.

"Oh Benny-"

"Don't worry about it." She waved a hand. "I know you were just here for a consult but I can tell you need the whole deal. I'm sure your husband would enjoy it too."

"Dan does always like it when I get fancy..."

"So indulge a bit. Relax." Benny's mouth split open into a smile. If Sydney was looking closely, like a child pressing up against the glass of a sweet shop, she would have noticed it was slightly too wide. Benny's teeth a little too sharp. "And you know, I have a favor to call in. Could help you with the auction."

"Oh Benny," Sydney sounded on the verge of relieved laughter. "You're too good to me."

Benny straightened. She adjusted her hair in its tight bun, and strode into the rest of the quiet salon to gather her supplies, calling over her shoulder, "Don't give two thoughts to it. We'll show those rich folks a thing or two."

[theblurbwitchproject]

Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen

Published: August 28, 2007 Publisher: Bantam Books

The Author

Born and raised in Asheville, North Carolina, in the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Sarah Addison Allen brings the full flavor of her southern upbringing to bear on her fiction; a captivating blend of magical realism, heartwarming romance, and small-town sensibility. Her big break occurred in 2007 with the publication of her first mainstream novel, Garden Spells. The novel became a Barnes & Noble Recommends selection, and then a New York Times Bestseller. Allen continues to serve heaping helpings of the fantastic and the familiar in fiction she describes as "Southern-fried magic realism."

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The Story

In a garden surrounded by a tall fence, tucked away behind a small, quiet house in an even smaller town, is an apple tree that is rumored to bear a very special sort of fruit. The Waverleys have always been a curious family, endowed with peculiar gifts that make them outsiders even in their hometown of Bascom, North Carolina. Even their garden has a reputation, famous for its feisty apple tree that bears prophetic fruit, and its edible flowers, imbued with special powers. Generations of Waverleys tended this garden. Their history was in the soil. But so were their futures.

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The Vibe: kitchen witchery, magical family line, sisterly relationship, rebuilding relationships, plant magic, LGBTQ+ subplot, spiritual successor to Practical Magic

The Style: character driven, multiple POVs, magical realism

Trigger Warnings: domestic abuse, spousal rape, entrapment by pregnancy, fatal car accident, shooting injury

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The Review

You know how I’m always looking for the next book that gives me that Practical Magic feeling? This was the one. I don’t think it’s possible to get any closer. That’s not to say that this book is a copy-cat; the vibe is just so similar I really felt like I was being told another story in Alice Hoffman’s universe. From the first page I was so excited- I knew I’d found what I’d been looking for. Garden Spells is beautifully written; easy-going with lovely everyday magic and a sisterly relationship that I really enjoyed. I feel like the lead character, Claire, would have been friends with Sally Owens, while her sister Sydney would have definitely partied with Gillian.

Claire is the Waverley sister who remained in their hometown of Bascom, North Carolina, taking care of the beautiful Queen Anne style family home and maintaining the magical garden that surrounds their renowned apple tree, which according to local legend “would tell you what the biggest event in your life would be” if you ate its fruit. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Sydney never wanted to stay in Bascom; she never felt connected to the house or the magic that Claire and their grandmother shared. As the story opens, the sisters have not seen one another in ten years and are both experiencing incredibly lonely, albeit incredibly different, lifestyles. Claire enjoys her self-imposed isolation; she doesn’t want to share her life with anyone besides her elderly relative Evanelle and is afraid of forging connections with people who will inevitably leave. She enjoys running her own business creating beautiful culinary concoctions using flowers and plants from her garden and being left alone. On the other hand, Sydney has lived an exciting and itinerant life, which has unfortunately culminated in her being trapped in an abusive relationship with a man who controls her every step (and by extension those of their young daughter Bay). With the help of a wonderful lady, Sydney escapes this situation with Bay and returns home to Bascom, rekindling her relationship with Claire and changing all their lives forever.

“All the locals knew that dishes made from the flowers that grew around the apple tree in the Waverley garden could affect the eater in curious ways. The biscuits with lilac jelly, the lavender tea cookies, and the tea cakes made with nasturtium mayonnaise the Ladies Aid ordered for their meetings once a month gave them the ability to keep secrets. The fried dandelion buds over marigold-petal rice, stuffed pumpkin blossoms, and rose-hip soup ensured that your company would notice only the beauty of your home and never the flaws. Honeysuckle wine served on the Fourth of July gave you the ability to see in the dark and the salads made with chicory and mint had you believing that something good was about to happen, whether it was true or not.”

Claire’s business in kitchen witchery allows for some gorgeous descriptions of magical food concoctions, I mean just read the above quote and tell me that you don’t want to sample some of those dishes? For me, the absolute best aspect of this book is the various descriptions of magic, from the kitchen and plant witchery to the special skills that each member of the Waverley family has. Evanelle in particular has a magical talent that I found super creative: the gift of Anticipation. She knows what people will need before they need it and gives them whatever it is, carrying a tote bag around town passing items out to people that will inevitably come in handy for them in future. Evanelle is such a fabulous character; an eccentric old lady who is well known in the town (and is hilariously very butt-focused, like an old Tina Belcher). I want to be her when I grow up. Sydney’s young daughter Bay has the gift of knowing where things belong without being told, which encompasses everything from kitchen utensils to people. Each family member appears to have their own skill like this, and Allen’s creativity in devising these magical concepts was a joy to read.

The garden of the Waverley house itself is even brimming with magic, with portents growing and spreading at various points in the story which I found myself becoming engrossed by (in fact, I got so into this aspect of the story that when “tiny vines of thorns started to sprout along the edge of the garden” I had a genuine “oh no!” moment). The legendary apple tree that sits at the centre of the garden is also much more of a character than you would expect. With its own moods and aims, it manipulates the people around it in order to advance the plot as it likes (and is super petulant when it wants to be too, which was really fun). Scents also evoke certain feelings within the story; Sydney is haunted by various smells, from the flowers in the Waverley garden pulling her back home, to the smell of her ex that follows her as she tries to reconcile with the past. Garden Spells contains the exact representation of magic that I love; it all feels very natural and real.

“Sydney, Bay, and Claire sat on the porch that Sunday, eating extra cinnamon buns that Claire had made from her regular Sunday order to the Coffee House. It was hot and things were out of whack. Doorknobs that everyone swore were on the right side of the doors were actually on the left. Butter melted in the refrigerator. Things weren’t being said and were left to stew in the air.”

There is some lovely LGBTQ+ representation in one subplot, which focuses on Evanelle helping a local man named Fred to accept and move past a broken relationship with his long-term partner James. Their friendship is really lovely and somewhat melancholic, as Fred waits for Evanelle’s gift to provide him with The Answer to fixing his broken relationship. Honestly, the side characters in this story were pretty much all super enjoyable (besides matriarch of the Clark family, she was a real piece of work). I often find that child characters are slightly too twee for my liking, but Bay’s scenes were all truly enjoyable. She’s a very realistic kid; her wants and worries are so well written and understandable without being over simplified or silly. Her arc of trying to recreate a dream of the moment she realizes that her life is perfect is truly lovely; she just wants her family to be happy and it’s so sweet.

Typical of this genre, there is an element of romance in the story. Personally, I’m not massively into romance literature, but Garden Spells thankfully doesn’t overdo it. The love interests are nicely developed and things happen slowly enough that it doesn’t feel like the book is All About Them. Personally, I found the sister’s relationship more rewarding, but there were nice elements like the men who are romantically attracted to the Waverleys emitting a gentle purple glow that I found cute and ethereal. A nice final touch is the inclusion of a glossary “From the Waverley Kitchen Journal” at the end of the novel which details some additional plants and their magical properties. It really solidifies the magical realism vibe of the book and leaves you wanting more.

“She had lived thirty-four years keeping everything inside, and now she was letting everything go, like butterflies released from a box. They didn’t burst forth, glad to be free, they simply flew away, softly, gradually, so she could watch them go. Good memories of her mother and grandmother were still there, butterflies that stayed, a little too old to go anywhere. That was okay. She would keep those.”

Garden Spells is a very readable story; you can cover ten pages and it feels like you’ve only read two. If you like gentle magical realism, sisterly bonds and a little bit of romance sprinkled in then I can guarantee that you’ll enjoy this book. I’m super intrigued to read the sequel, First Frost, which revisits the Waverleys, but this time with an Autumnal vibe. I feel like their story isn’t quite over and would be happy to read more about the sisters and their apple tree.

Rating: 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

[Goodreads]

[mallaemia45]

What are the Differences Between H1, H2, H3, and H4 Treated Pine Timbers?

Introduction

Treated pine timbers are essential in construction and landscaping, providing durability and resistance to pests and decay. The treatment levels are categorised by "H" codes, which indicate the degree of protection the timber has against environmental factors. Understanding the differences between H1, H2, H3, and H4-treated timbers is crucial for selecting the right material for your project. This blog will explore these classifications, their applications, and why they matter.

Know These Treated Pine Timber for Your Projects:

Choosing treated pine timber for your building projects in Sydney requires knowledge of the differences between H1, H2, H3, and H4-treated pine. Each treatment level provides a different level of protection against pests and environmental conditions, making them suitable for different applications. Knowing these differences will help you choose the right timber for your specific needs while ensuring longevity and performance.

Understanding the Treatment Levels

H1 Treated Pine

This H1-treated pine is essentially intended for indoor purposes where there is little risk of moisture exposure. It offers simple protection against termite attack but does not resist decay or fungal attack.

Applications: Suitable for interior framing in dry areas where timber is not exposed to external elements.

Limitations: Not for external use or places that are at risk of moisture.

H2 Treated Pine

This has higher protection against termite attack and is suitable for internal applications where there might be dampness occasionally but not exposed to moisture directly.

Applications: The common application includes wall frames, flooring, and joinery in residential buildings.s

Limitations: It should not be used outdoors or in soil contact since it does not resist decay.

H3 Treated Pine

H3-treated pine is intended for above-ground outdoor use and can withstand weather exposure and occasional wetting. It offers protection against termites and some resistance to decay.

Applications: Suitable for decking, pergolas, and other outdoor structures that are not in constant contact with soil.

Limitations: While it can handle weather conditions, prolonged exposure to moisture can still lead to decay if not properly maintained.

H4 Treated Pine

H4-treated pine represents the most protected of the four categories. It is manufactured specifically for applications intended for ground contact and where the wood would be exposed to moisture continually.

Applications: Ideal for fence posts, garden beds, retaining walls, and any structure that will come into direct contact with soil.

Limitations: Requires proper installation techniques to allow longevity in moist environments.

Why These Differences Matter?

Understanding the differences between these treatment levels is important for several reasons:

Project Suitability: Selecting the appropriate type of treated pine will ensure that your project will be able to withstand environmental conditions without premature failure.

Cost-Effectiveness: Using a higher-grade treated pine than is necessary can result in unnecessary costs. Conversely, using a lower-grade option in an unsuitable environment may result in costly repairs or replacements.

Safety Standards: Usually, it demands certain kinds of treated timbers according to the intended usage for compliance with local building codes. Choosing the correct level of treatment ensures one does not compromise safety standards.

Longer Lasting: The chosen treated pine would be longer lasting and less requiring maintenance after years, therefore better value for the money paid for it.

Embrace the benefits of treated pine!

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