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destiel-clowncar · 5 years

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Family Ties- Chapter 1

Summary: Eden Winchester is Dean’s twin sister, younger by two minutes. Before her brother can sell his soul for Sam she does and after a year is thrown in the pit. Coming back four months later, how will her brothers react when it becomes clear she may need to return to save the world?

A.N- I’m also publishing this story on Wattpad. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: sam/oc (Brother sister), dean/oc (brother, sister), Bobby/ oc (Platonic)

Warnings: general supernatural violence, some fluff.

Eden POV:

Flashes of pain and blood were all I could see, then, there were flashes of a white light, the warmth from the light settling into me and making me feel safe despite the situation. Something was happening. After the light reached me, there was darkness. Not normal night-time darkness. A darkness so deep it cut into the very fabric of my being.

The breath that suddenly came to me was foreign and had me choking on the dry air. How long had I been here? Realising very quickly I was in my grave I began to dig. Dad had taught us for hours on end how to do this. Remain calm, focussed and limit your breathing. At most I had half an hour.

Realising with some small sense of joy I was in a cheap wooden coffin, I felt around for any weak points in the wood. Locating it, I kicked it with all my strength allowing the dry earth to surround me. Thankfully it wasn’t wet allowing me easier movement and ensuring I could block my nose and mouth from the onslaught. Grabbing one of the panes of wood, I started to manoeuvre my way out of my grave.

Finally, I felt my hand breach the surface as the warm sun hit my cold skin. Pulling myself all the way through, I gasped gratefully as I collapsed on the solid ground. Turning onto my back I looked up to the sky then at my surroundings.

Which stopped me in my tracks. There must have been trees surrounding my makeshift grave but as things were now, they were fallen all around me in the perfect circle. Realising quickly, I had to cut my celebration short and find my brothers I began finding my way to a main road.

****

After a few hours of trekking through the heat-soaked land, I managed to find an old dirt track that at least held the promise of civilisation. Finally, through the haze that came with the unbearable heat, I saw a gas station in the distance sighing in relief.

Making my way to the door, I saw the closed sign and my heart sank. After banging in the door frantically it was clear there was no one around. Realising what my next option was, I took off my shirt rolled it around my dirty hands and smashed the window open so I could get in. running over to the fridge I downed three bottles of water, not realising how dry my throat was until I had drunk.

Looking around, I saw a newspaper on the stand and saw the date, finally. Four months. Id been in the pit for four months.

Making my next stop at the grimy sink in the even worse bathroom, I finally washed the dirt from my face, revelling in the feeling of the cool water on my too hot skin. Eventually, I glanced up and looked at my reflection. Frowning as I realised that there should be tears in my shirt. I was ripped apart. Lifting my shirt to look at my abdomen, it was blank. None of my other scars visible. In fact thinking about it, none of the scars or marks id accumulated for years on hunts littered my body any longer. As I moved, I realised there was a pain on my left shoulder.

As I pulled up the sleeve slowly, I saw it. A handprint burned into my otherwise unmarred flesh.

Deciding to put that on the backburner, I walked back into the main building grabbing snacks and energy bars as I wasn’t sure how long itd be before I returned to my brothers. Throwing more water into the bag, I stopped by the magazine stand glancing over its contents, I found it. Deans favourite. Busty Asian Beauties- I figured I’d be needing a peace offering to convince him it was really me and not some demon that had crawled out of the pit.

Smiling happily with my plan I leaned over the counter pressing a button on the register feeling satisfaction when it pinged open and I set to my task. Before I got too far however, the tv next to the counter began flickering with static. Shutting it off, the radio began playing white noise.

Realising instantly what was happening I dropped my bag and ran to the salt. Instantly I began pouring it on the windowsill until a loud noise began. I couldn’t find where it was coming from, but it felt like my brain was on fire. Trying to stay to my task, the pain became too much as I had to drop to the ground and tried covering my ears as futile as that would be. Suddenly, the window smashed. As glass rained down on me, I quickly ducked my head down trying to avoid the sharp shards as they made their way down to me. Looking around, I decided it was best to run.

Outside the gas station, I used a hair tie I had found in there to get my hair out of my face. The long dark locks of hair sticking to me due to the heat. Making my way towards the phone booth just outside, I called Sammy’s number first only to get an alert tone. There was the same situation with Dean’s. then, I tried Bobby’s number. If anyone would keep their number, it would be Bobby Singer.

After one ring there was a gruff “Hello” from the other line and I had to choke back my sobs.

“Bobby?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s me.”

“Who’s me?”

“Eden.” I said and instantly the line went dead much to my dismay. Hanging up the receiver, I put another coin in and dialled his number once more.

“Who is this?” He grumbled voice deep with anger.

“Bobby, you have to listen to me.” I exclaimed knowing how desperate I sounded and hating every minute.

“This ain’t funny. Call again, I’ll kill ya.” He said once again leaving me with the dial tone.

Sighing I hung the phone back on the receiver and looked around when my gaze settled on a beat-up white car. No Impala but it’d do.

“Well then, lets do this” I muttered to myself as I hotwired the car remembering how Dean had taught me. Grinning happily as the engine purred to life.

****

Finally, I reached the familiar wooden porch some sense of normalcy returning as I banged on the door. As it opened, the familiar sight of Bobby was in front of me. Looking the same as always, I almost cried in relief that he was alright,

“Surprise.” I croaked looking up at him smiling.

“I, I don’t” he replied stuttering with suspicion clear in his eyes.

“Yeah, me neither but here I am.” I replied as I walked through the entryway ducking under his arms.

Suddenly, Bobby lunged at me, silver knife in hand slashing angrily at me. Grabbing his arm, I twisted it behind his back causing him to drop the knife. Not one to give up easy, he twisted out of my hold to backhand me. The sting of it shocked me.

“Bobby! Bobby, it’s me!” I yelled at him as he was getting ready to attack me again.

“My ass!” he growled.

Thinking fast, I grabbed a chair and shoved it between us at least buying me a few more seconds to convince Bobby I was me.

“Whoa! Wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife was possessed by a demon, and… you’re about the closest thing I have ever had to a father. Bobby. Its me.” I finished close to tears at the prospect of him not believing me but mercifully he lowered the knife. Placing a hand on my shoulder, I let my guard down. Seeing this, he slashed again but I was able to disarm him quickly.

“I’m not a shapeshifter!”

“Then you’re a revenant!”

Shoving him away, I grabbed the knife holding it out in front of me. “Alright, if I was either, could I do this with a silver knife?” I asked rolling up my sleeve and carefully slicing my arm with the blade. It was when I looked up, I saw the acceptance in his eyes.

“Eden?” he whispers carefully.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” I sighed out sagging in relief as he broke and marched over to me hauling me forward into a tight embrace.

Smiling happily into his shoulder, I returned the hug breathing in his familiar smell happy to be home.

“It’s good to see you again sweetheart.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“But how did you bust out?”

“I don’t know. I just, I uh woke up in a pine box and-“cutting me short, my face was drenched as Bobby threw holy water at me. Spitting out the excess I gave him a bitch face. “I’m not a demon either, you know.” I said sighing.

“Sorry. Can’t be too careful.” He said ushering me further into the house as he handed me a towel.

“But that don’t make a lick of sense”

“Yeah, you’re preaching to the choir.”

“Eden. Your chest was shredded apart, your insides were slop. And you’ve been buried for four months. Even if you could slip outta hell and back into your meat suit-“he said breaking off not wanting to finish that thought.

Nodding, I continued for him “I know, I should look like a thriller video reject.”

“What do you remember?” He asked quietly clearly scared of what the answer would be. It was there I decided it was best to bury it. They couldn’t know anything about my time in the pit. It would break them, and I couldn’t hurt my boys, not again.

“Not much. I remember I was a hellhound’s chew toy, and then… lights out. Then I wake up and I’m six feet under. That was it. Sam and Dean’s numbers aren’t working. They’re not… uh they’re-”

“Oh, they’re alive. Dean should be back soon. Sam. Who knows.”

“Good, that’s good… wait, what do you mean who knows?”

“Dean and I haven’t heard from him for months.”

“You both let him go off by himself?” I asked in shock voice beginning to raise. Before I could get any angrier the door opened and closed, and a familiar voice shouted from the hallway. Bobby looked to me and in a silent agreement, he went first.

“Hey dean.” He said from the other room ready to soften the blow that I was back.

“Hey, what’s with the new car outside? Want me to bring it round?”

“No. about that, the car isn’t one for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well an old friend came in it. She’s just in the other room.” He said cryptically and I could almost hear Dean roll his eyes before the loud stomp of his boots came to a stop in front of me. Looking me over slowly, it was clear he was frozen in shock but as I moved to go towards him, he broke out of his trance. Letting out an almost inaudible sob, he grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me into his hard chest.

Sighing against him, I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly as he sobbed into my neck. Shoulders sagging in relief the longer we hugged, the more relaxed he became.

“Hey De.” I said quietly hoping not to scare him away. There was nothing my brother loved more than to bury his emotions.

“Eden is it really you?” He asked turning to bobby for confirmation. Bobby nodded in ascent and Dean pulled me in for another bone crushing hug.

Pulling back, he held me at arms-length looking me over for any indication I was hurt as he often did after a long hunt. “How are you here?” he asked quietly.

“Funny I was gonna ask you the same question big bro. did you do this? What did you give dean?” I asked fear in my voice as I searched his eyes for any indication of what he had done.

“I didn’t do anything Eden, I swear. You know I promised I wouldn’t. I looked. Believe me I did. You were rotting down there. My twin, my little sister was in hell and I couldn’t do anything. And then Sammy left and-” cutting him off, I pulled him into another hug shushing him and rubbing circles on his back.

“It’s okay De, I believe you. Let’s find Sammy and bring the son of a bitch home.” I said pushing him away as I smiled to him and Bobby.

“One question, why did you bury me?” I asked realising it was a coffin I woke in.

“We both wanted you salted and burned. The usual drill. But Sam, he wouldn’t have it.” Bobby said as he got us all a beer from his fridge.

“Well, I am glad he won that one.”

“me too sweetheart.” Dean said managing to chuckle despite the situation.

“He said you’d need a body when he got you back home somehow.” Bobby continued causing me to whip my head around and glare at the pair of them.

“What in the hell do you mean?”

“He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off.” Bobby replied looking down to his beer.

“He wouldn’t return any of our calls. We tried to find him, used every fake name in the book, but he didn’t want to be found.” Dean finished sighing

“Damnit Sammy.”

“What?” Dean and Bobby asked in sync

“he got me back alright. But whatever he did… it’s bad mojo guys.”

“What makes you so sure?” Bobby asked leaning against his desk.

“You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And there was this… this force a presence? I don’t know but it came for me while I was at a fill up joint. And then there’s this.” I said hesitantly lifting my left sleeve to show them the burn on my shoulder.

“What in the hell?”

“Son of a Bitch.” They both said at the same time. Standing up, dean made his way over to inspect it closer.

“It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.”

“But why?”

“To hold up their end of the bargain.” I deadpanned a look of realisation dawning on both of their faces at the same time. For such skilled hunters they weren’t the quickest.

“You think Sam made a deal?”

“I would have. Hell I did.” I said quietly looking to dean, he nodded clearly on the same lines as me. “Anyway, lets get to finding our idiot.”

****

“Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me- yeah. Name’s Wedge Antilles- social is 2-4-7-4. Thank you.” Hanging up the phone, Dean turned to me a puzzled look in his eyes.

“I searched for months and came up empty. How do you know this is it?” he asked

“I told him to use that name if ever he was in trouble and needed me to find him. It was a long-shot that payed off.”

Nodding his head, dean typed in the website and it started scanning for the location. As I wandered around Bobby’s living room, I noticed the amount of liquor bottles.

“Hey, guys? What’s with the liquor store? Your parents out of town?” I said smirking to them as I picked one up.

“These last few months haven’t exactly been easy.” Holding both of their gazes for a moment, I looked away guilty.

“Right.”

Then the laptop began beeping from its place on the desk causing us all to turn and stare at the bright screen. On it, there was a message next to a star on a map- ‘phone location: 263 Adams Road, Pontiac, Illinois.

“Sam’s in Pontiac.”

“Right near where you were planted.” Bobby said anger lacing through his tone again.

“Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence don’t you think?”

“Road trip?” Dean said leading me out to the impala.

Sighing in happiness, I made my way over to her. Shiny black metal looking as new as the day dad bought her. “Hey darlin’, I missed you.” I said quietly smiling to myself. Looking up I saw Dean’s knowing smile as we climbed in and the engine purred.

****

Walking down the dingy hallway, I tried to suppress my anger. Wanting to at least hug my brother before attacking him for whatever deal he had made to bring me back. Finding his room number, we all looked at each other before Dean raised his hand and knocks. The door is opened by an attractive woman. Petite, dark hair and extremely underdressed.

“So where is it?” She asks looking from each of us expectantly.

“Where’s what?” Dean asked in confusion glancing to Bobby and me only to see us equally confused.

“The pizza… that takes three people to deliver?”

“I think we got the wrong room. Let’s go.” I said grabbing both of their arms as Sam walked into sight looking grim.

“Hey, is-” He said but broke off as his eyes caught with mine. Swallowing, he looked shocked from Bobby to Dean then back at me.

“Hey Sammy.” I said happily as I stepped into the room ignoring the hot woman. As I got closer however, Sam lunged at me knife in hand and the woman screamed from the doorway. As I blocked his attack, Bobby and Dean grabbed him by the arms and pulled him away from me.

“Who are you?” He yelled at me making me flinch at the anger in his tone.

“Like you didn’t do this?” I yelled to him unable to contain my anger anymore.

“Do what?” He screamed in confusion.

“It’s her, it’s her. I’ve been through this already. Its really her.” Bobby said panting as he attempted to restrain my giant of a little brother.

“What…” Sam asked starting to go slack in their holds.

“I know, I know Sammy. I look amazing right?” I said trying to bring some humour to break the tension in the air.

Bobby and Dean stepped back, and Sam looked like he was about to burst into tears as he stepped forward and pulled me into a bone crushing embrace. My head buried in his chest, I breathed in the familiar scent glad he was safe at least for now. Pushing me back to arms-length as the girl in the doorway took a breath.

“So, are you two like… together?” She asked hesitantly

“What? No, she’s my sister.” He said as we both scowled at the thought.

“Uh, got it. I… I guess I should get going.” She said making her way over to her clothes.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Sorry.” He replied apologetically as dean and I rolled our eyes at each other over his shoulder.

****

Dressed and ready to leave, the attractive woman turned to Sam in the doorway, “So, call me?” She said hope in her eyes making Dean and I feel awkward enough to turn away.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure thing Kathy.”

“Kristy.” She corrects in disappointment as Sam hurriedly makes his reply and shuts the door, Dean and I erupt into giggles.

As Sam walked back towards the bed, Dean and I loomed over him arms folded with scowls on our faces.

“So, tell me, what’d it cost?” Dean asked setting the ball rolling.

“The girl? I don’t pay dean.” He replied chuckling

As neither of us laughed, and Sam realised that we were angry looking into our eyes, he frowned.

“That’s not funny Sam. To bring me back. What’d it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?” I asked at him tears starting to well in my eyes as the anger subsided.

“You think I made a deal?

“That’s exactly what we think.” Bobby replied gruff voice full of concern.

“Well I didn’t” he replied hotly.

“Don’t lie Sammy, just don’t.”

“I’m not lying.”

“So, what now? I’m off the hook, you’re on, is that it? You’re some demon’s little bitch boy? I didn’t want to be saved like this!” I yelled advancing on him the tears falling as I yelled angrily.

“Eden, I wish I had done it alright?”

Grabbing the front of his shirt, I yelled in his face, “There’s no other way this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!”

Pushing me away, he started tearing up a little, “I tried everything. That’s the truth. I tried opening the Devil’s gate. Hell, I tried to bargain but no demons would deal okay? You were rotting in hell for months. Months, and I couldn’t stop it. So, I’m sorry it wasn’t me alright? Eden I’m sorry.” He said trailing off at the end as he sat down. Sinking down next to him, I hugged him close comforting him.

“It’s okay Sammy. You don’t have to apologize, I believe you.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m gladdened that Sam’s soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.” Bobby interrupted.

“If he didn’t pull Eden out and I didn’t, then what did?”

****

Re-entering the room, Sam headed towards Dean and Bobby sat on the couch handing them a beer each. Then, making his way over to me sat on the bed he handed me one sitting next to me slowly.

“So, what were you doing round here if you weren’t digging me out of my grave?” I asked him quietly

“Well once I figured out I couldn’t save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback.”

“All by yourself? Who do you think you are? Your old man?” Bobby asked in an accusatory tone. Noticing a bra on the other side of the bed, I rose from the chair to go investigate.

“Yeah, sorry guys. I should have called I was pretty messed up.” Picking the bra up from the strap, I looked towards him accusingly

“Oh yeah, I feel your pain.” I said smirking at him knowingly.

“Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left and booked up here.”

“When?”

“Yesterday morning.”

“When I busted out.”

“You think the demons are here because of you.” Bobby acknowledged nodding his head.

“Some badass demon drags me out of the pit and now this? Gotta be connected somehow right?”

“How you feeling?” Bobby asked cautiously

“I don’t know, a little hungry?”

“No, I mean are you feelin’ yourself? Anything strange or different?”

“Or demonic? How many more times do I have to prove I’m me?”

“Yeah, well listen no demon is letting you free out of the goodness of their heart. They’ve gotta have something nasty planned.” He said rolling his eyes at me.

“I know a psychic. A few hours out. Something this big maybe she’s heard the other side talking?” he added hopefully.

“Hell yeah, worth a shot.” Dean exclaimed looking to me for affirmation. I nodded and bobby fished his phone from his pocket.

“Ill be right back.” He said leaving the room to call.

“Wait. Hey, Eden. What- what was it like?” Sam stuttered

“What hell? I don’t know. I don’t remember a damned thing. Must have blacked it out” I replied lying through my teeth but hoping they bought it. I couldn’t pile that burden on top of them.

Sam nodded and I breathed a silent sigh of relief, “Well thank god for that.”

“Yeah.” Dean and I said at the same time.

****

Glancing into the bathroom mirror, I had flashes back to my time in the pit. The screams filling the place, hooks with torn flesh all around me and the empty feeling deep in your soul. Managing to snap out of it, I ran water over my face.

Walking out of the motel room, I caught up with my brothers and Bobby as they descended the stairs.

“She’s about four hours down the interstate. Try to keep up.” Bobby said nodding for me to go with the boys.

“I assume you want to drive sweetheart? Since I drove here and all.” Dean asked smiling to me.

“Definitely” I replied crawling into the driver seat as Dean slid into the passenger seat with Sam in the back.

“Ready boys?” I asked starting the engine and racing out of the parking lot following Bobby to the psychic’s house.

Half an hour into the drive, I looked at Sam in the rear-view mirror, “There’s still one thing bothering me.” I said glancing from brother to brother.

“Yeah?” They both said in sync being pulled from their deep thoughts

“Yeah. The night I bit it… or got bit. How did you guys make it out? I thought Lilith was going to flay you.”

“She tried and she couldn’t.” Sam said quietly

“What the hell do you mean?”

“She fired this burning light at him, and it didn’t even leave a scratch like he was immune.” Dean said

“Immune?” I asked in disbelief trying to mull this over in my mind.

“Yeah, I don’t know who was more surprised us or her. She left quickly after that. Didn’t even try with Dean, just went.”

“And what about Ruby?” I asked hesitantly not really wanting the answer if it was going to be one I disliked.

“Dead. For now.” Sam said a hint of finality in the air.

“So, you’ve been using your freaky ESP stuff?” Dean asked casting a sidelong glance to me.

“No”

“You sure about that? Well, I mean now that you’ve got immunity or whatever the hell it is. Just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap have you got going on?” I asked trying to make sure he wasn’t lying to us.

“Nothing. Look Eden, you both didn’t want me going down that road, so I didn’t. it was practically your dying wish.”

“Yeah, well let’s keep it that way.” I said causing Sam to get all broody in the back seat.

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weasleyimaginewheezes · 6 years

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Helouuu. I was trying to put this on anon but what the heck (plus I can't put this on anon..) anyway. I was wondering if you could do a Fred x reader where the reader has a crush on him but he NEVER notices the reader because he's too busy being funny and pulling pranks until one day she just kind of exploads of anger because nothing in her life doesn't go as planned (problems at home, grades itd.) so that is when he notices her but this time she doesn't want anything to do with him.

Ask and ye shall receive ❤️

Fred x Reader / Unnoticed

A/N I suck at titles. I couldn’t remember the second half of your request much but I hope this is what you wanted. And sorry for the sappy ending, I’m a sucker for them. 😊 A/N

Warning for swearing.

“Oh my Merlin (y/n)!” You were shocked out of your long train of thought by Ginny who sat down next to you, already making grabs for the bread rolls that were laid out. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at her. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but will you please tell my brother that you fancy him.” You laughed at her as she just stared at you.

“What?” You laughed some more, however unconvincing you were, you were keeping up the charade. “I don’t fancy Ron.” Ginny hit you forcefully on the arm.

“You know who I’m talking about.” Ginny narrowed her eyes at you as you rubbed the spot where she had almost certainly left a bruise. “I’m talking about my dear idiot of a brother, who you’ve been staring at for over half an hour now.” You scoffed as Ginny nodded her head towards where Fred and George were playing with miniature magic fireworks, an audience clapping at every spark. You rolled your eyes.

“I wasn’t staring at him.” I defended. Ginny nodded sarcastically, pursing her lips as she ate lunch. “I was watching the fireworks.” I shrugged, looking back at the show and smiling.

“Feeling them more like.” Ginny laughed behind her sandwich as you glared at her. “Come on, (y/n), you’re one of the bravest girls I know. I don’t believe you can’t tell Fred how you feel.”

“I have!” Ginny looked shocked and you smirked at her as she almost chocked on her sandwich.

“You’ve told him you liked him?” Ginny regained her composure.

“Well, not in so many words but I flirt all the time with him. He’s just not interested in me, Gin.” You went back to your food sadly. “He doesn’t even notice me anymore with all this wizard wheezes stuff.” Ginny looked from Fred to you and back again. She had to admit she had noticed you spending significantly less time with her brother’s and that you were sadder because of it. But she knew you’d sort it out, if it was meant to be then it would happen.

It was annoying. Your feelings for Fred Weasley were still ever present even as annoyed as you were with him for not noticing you. But you knew his new business was important and how much it meant to him. He’d talked your ear off about it at the quidditch World Cup before the event had turned to shit of course.

And then the perfect opportunity arose to get him to notice you.

“The Yule ball is first and foremost a dance.” Mcgonagall announced to the room full of students which burst into immediate chatter at the idea. You turned to Ginny, who gave you an excited smile.

Right up until the last week leading up until the ball, you dropped hints about hoping for him to ask you.

“So any plans for the Yule ball?” You asked as Fred looked up from counting the bet money he and George had collected from the first task. He smiled and nodded.

“Actually,” Fred started, his smile turning into a smirk. This was it. You took a subtle deep breath. “I asked Angelina.” Your heart fell to your stomach, you blinked rapidly as your mind processed the heartache. “And she said yes, of course.” He puffed his chest out confidently and your heartache turned to anger. You bit your lip, fighting a losing battle with your tears.

Your life had been shit enough recently, you did not need this. Your parents had sent you a letter -a letter!- to say they were getting divorced just last week and your grades from your O.W.L practise papers had not been what you expected, they had been worse.

You didn’t even realise you had stood up. Your fists were clenched so hard that your knuckles had turned white.

“(Y/n) are you okay?” Fred looked taken aback at the amount of rage on your face.

“Damn it Fred!” Your eye twitched as you fought back the urge to scream. You turned abruptly, knocking your bottle of ink over half of your well written potions essay.

Fucking great.

The twitching got worse until you ran up to the girls dormitory and screamed into your pillow, scaring your roommate who hurried out the door. The tears came and you couldn’t stop them anymore. Months of built up emotion over your parents fighting, your grades and Fred Weasley spilled out.

You didn’t hear a knock on the door as your face lay on the pillow, still screaming into it. So when you finally got up and saw Fred, you jumped out of your skin before getting angry again. “Get out Fred.”

“What has gotten into you?!” Fred pulled your shoulder as you turned to throw your head back onto your pillow. He was confused, you could see that.

“Whats gotten into me?” You said in disbelief at his ignorance. “I will tell you what’s gotten into me, Fred Weasley!” You stood up and put your index finger on his chest. He backed up to the edge of the bed, almost falling off in the process. “My parents just got divorced and they told me in a goddamn letter! I’m failing transfiguration and charms which means I have no chance of being an auror and I can’t get you the fuck out of my head.” You yelled this at him quickly before sitting on the edge of your bed with your head in your hands, sobbing.

Fred watched you sadly, the last sentence of your speech replaying in his head. “I didn’t know about your parents.” He said quietly. You scoffed at him as he moved next to you and patted your back. You instantly moved away from him, wiping your eyes. You turned to face him.

“And do you know what the worse part is?” He shook his head dumbly. “That you don’t even notice anymore. You don’t care!” You voice got steadily louder as the anger filled you once more. Fred looked on at you helplessly.

“(Y/n) I do-“ Fred moved closer to you again but you held out a hand to his chest.

“Don’t Fred. Please just-“ you shook your head at him, you couldn’t manage this today. He nodded and swallowed thickly. He left the room leaving you to your thoughts.

The days leading up to the ball were strange. Fred was suddenly stopping and talking to you more. He smiled at you in classes, siting with you and even pairing up with you instead of George, who got paired with a Slytherin most of the time.

You knew of course why he was doing this and that’s why it hurt more, he was doing it out of sympathy and pity.

And then the day of the ball came. One of your friends had offered to take you as he hadn’t found a date either and you accepted.

You adjusted your hair one last time and smiled at you reflection. Tonight was going to be fun. You could forget about everything and just enjoy an evening with your friends.

You held your dress up as you walked to avoid tripping down the marble staircase. Ginny met you at the top of the stairs and you smiled at her.

“Gin you look beautiful.” She thanked you, complimenting your dress before linking your arms together and making your way towards your dates.

You smiled widely when you saw your date for the evening and he smiled back at you. Just as you were walking down the stairs, you looked to see Fred watching you walk down the stairs also smiling. You stumbled over your dress, tripping down the last few steps. Ginny was just able to stop herself from falling with you.

You laid flat on the ground as a crowd rushed over to you. Your face had hit the floor hard and you could taste blood.

“(Y/n)?” Fred’s worried voice was the first one you heard. Someone pulled you up and his beautiful brown eyes met yours. He looked worriedly at your lip which explained the blood.

“Is it bad?” You gasped in pain. Gee, it hurt to talk. Fred grimaced, nodding. Your friend walked up to you and offered to take you to the hospital wing before Fred could say another word. “Actually mate I can do it. You go enjoy yourself.” Fred patted him on the back, your friend shot a look at you and you nodded letting him know it was okay.

Fred quickly explained to Angelina who looked disappointed but let him go with a sad smile. He hurried over and supported you, placing your arm around his shoulder.

“Fred, I think it’s just my lip. I can walk.” You said through a lisp.

“I’m not taking any chances.” He laughed, you smiled in spite of yourself.

Madam Pomfrey magically stitched your lip up with one quick swish of her wand and warned you to be more careful next time.

“Just stay here while I make sure the wound won’t open again.” You nodded, sad that you were missing the ball.

“You can go.” You patted Fred on the arm, you felt guilty that he was missing out because of you. He pursed his lips together and looked at you.

“What if I don’t want to?” He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Fred will you stop.” His eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you looked at him sadly. “I don’t want your sympathy, I just want you to be my friend again.” Your eyes pleaded into his and he nodded.

“Thing is (y/n), I don’t want to be just your friend anymore and it isn’t sympathy.” Your heart broke, he didn’t even want to be your friend full-stop anymore. You felt terrible. Your eyes darted to the floor, a reflex to stop your tears falling.

You heard Fred laugh. God, he didn’t have to mock you. You were just about to tell him that when you felt his finger lift your chin up to meet his gaze.

“I want to be more (y/n). More than just your oblivious stupid friend.” Confusion etched upon your face as you closed your eyes trying to process everything whilst suffering with a mild concussion. And then you felt his lips on yours. Warm and gentle and sweet. You were frozen for a while before you settled into the sweet taste of his lips which seemed to taste of chocolate. You smiled into the kiss as he went to deepen it. You let out a little yelp of pain as your lip stung. Fred laughed, apologising as Madam Pomfrey rushed back in to wing.

She tutted at you as she re-fixed you wound. Fred stifled a laugh as she walked away muttering about teenage hormones. You both laughed.

“Do you want to go back to the ball?” Fred asked and you thought about the question before shaking your head.

“Nah. I’m good right here.” You kissed him on the cheek and he smirked.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He looked over to the empty bed adjacent to yours and saw an unopened box of bertie botts beans. He nicked them and you stared at him. He just shrugged, “What? Finders keepers.” Fred said matter of fact and you laughed.

You both ate the whole box, laughing when the other got a disgusting flavour. Madam Pomfrey didn’t mind that you stayed the whole night instead of going to the ball. She didn’t even mind when Fred got up and asked for a dance.

You danced close to him, no music playing but the soft humming of Fred’s voice. You rested against his chest as you danced, his hands firmly around your waist.

Eventually you fell asleep next to each other on the small bed, cuddled close, both in formal wear. And although you weren’t sure what you had missed at the ball, you couldn’t help but feel that your night was so much better than any Yule ball could be.

#Harry Potter #fan fiction #fred weasley x reader #Fred Weasley #cute #fluff #angst #harry potter fanfiction #Harry Potter fanfic #fanfic #mine #reequested #my fic

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skele8rity · 6 years

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It your turn to tell stories now please~~~

✨💜🌸 Sleepover Saturday! (on a tuesday. fun has no restrictions) 🌸💜✨

IM SO LATE ON THIS IM SO SORRY LOL... its been busier and ive been moodier than expected (‘:gotta give u the best me i can when i can!!!! 💫✨

HRMMM... stories, stories, stories...

lets open the katy vault and see whats inside today! 💞

when i was 14 years old i was invited to go to the oz-fest rock concert with a couple of friends.pretty fun, but water was $2.50 a bottle, which blows. before this, i had never had an energy drink in my life, but it was cool!!! because monster energy drinks wasnt just a sponsor of the concert, but they had just released a new flavor and wanted EVERYONE to try it. soooo... energy drinks were free. i didnt think itd be a big deal! they were hydrating, more or less, right? like a soda??

at any rate, i had enough energy drinks that i was probably vibrating at a higher frequency than any of the instruments there on a constant basis, i crashed so hard that my friends snapped pictures of me snuggling the hell out of a 5ft long catcish pillow, and to this day energy drinks give me heart palpitations, so i cant drink them! oops. 💞

one time i went to my brother’s place to watch some movies. normally, im super chatty, and we kind of bounce off each other’s energy on content we like, passing back and forth on making fun of things or telling the other to shut up, stop making shitty puns and watch this part because its amazing.

but this time, i’m really tired and barely awake through most of what’s going on, so i’m deathly quiet. i mean, roommate forgets im there or thinks i left at least once even though im literally right there on the couch quiet. two hours straight!

until a couple in whatever im watching, who has PREVIOUSLY not shown ANY INTEREST in each other up until now but because they’re a boy and a girl suddenly catch some feelings start doing that thing. you know, that cliche, slowly getting closer, making eyes at each other thing?since ive been silent this whole time, my brother and his roommate are really focused and have their guards down, and the way these two on the tv are just about to kiss? all these details really resonate with me for some reason.

so i inhale a great big breath and yell

GAAAYYYEEEEEE

as loud and dude-bro-esquely as i humany possibly can and kill both my brother and his roommate instantly via laughter while i return to my sleepy, quiet state immediately.ill never forget the satisfaction of watching two grownass men crumple to the floor wheezing and crying because theyre laughing so hard, intermitten with the occasional breathless “HOLY SHIT.”

(WARNINGS for mentions of blood (no harm done) and general negativity.)

so... once upon a time, i lived with someone who i didnt like so much!!! ill spare you the backstory and details, but know that i hated her so much that once upon a time, i was sitting in my room and got a pretty intense and sudden nosebleed.im not... UUUSUALLY petty or vengeful; i like to be...! diplomatic. lowkey. i like to pull strings to help solve my problems asap instead of just making hits back and forth like some sort of highschool feud...

but lord i hated this woman so much that for awhile, i was willing to sit here and let my face bleed, risking staining to my pretty white bedsheets for like fifteen minutes straight just to avoid her because i didnt have any tissues or anything in my room. but, like... fifteen minutes of bleeding from your nose is kind of a lot of bleeding, and i was starting to make a mess. its leaking down my face and throat, onto my shirt, down all over my hands and arms and pants... ugh.so i figured id have fun with my little edgelord ass and at least try to scare her if she tried to talk to me on the way to the kitchen so i could clean myself up.

not to advocate petty revenge potshots or anything but when i went out into the hallway holding my arms out like id just murdered a guy when her perky drunk dumb ass came strolling out to greet me coming out of my room, seeing her jump out of her skin and through the roof halfway through her idiotic fake greeting was ⭐️SUPERB.⭐️

”Ohh, Katy! It’s so nice to seYEAUGH?! OH MY GOD.””I need a tissue.”

#to this day me and my brother quote ‘GAAAYYYEEEE’ at just about everything #thats my secret cap. its all gay #mmmwah! thank u shelby 💜💞#if you want a different or specific kind of story feel free to lmk! 🌸✨#kitkat chitchat #long post #return to sender

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packetofsuga · 6 years

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Was it Worth it?- Chapter Five

Description: You knew Jin loved challenges but you never thought you’d become one of them.

Main Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word Count: 2459

Still In Progress: 6/?

Namjoon laughed uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck, “What do you mean?” he questioned, avoiding eye contact.

“You know exactly what I mean. What does he want?” you repeated.

“Why would I know?” he breathed.

“Namjoon.” you snapped. He let out an awkward chuckle.

“C’mon Y/N, I don’t know much. Nobody tells me anything.” he mumbled, “Why do you think he’s talking to you? Maybe he likes you.”

“That’s what it looks like but does he actually? Yoongi seems to think he has bad intentions.”

Namjoon shrugged, “Ah… You know Yoongi, maybe he’s just jealous.”

“Yoongi doesn’t get jealous.” you pointed out.

“Aish. Damn it, Y/N, I really don’t know, okay?”

You cocked your head to the side, “Fine. One last question. Should I trust him?”

He quickly looked at his phone and pointed towards the door, “Well would you look at the time. I gotta go, I’ll see you later.” He nodded at your cello, “Play a little something, would you? It’ll relax you. Call me if you need any other type of help, baby girl.” He left the room and you sat glaring at the door for a minute before you gave in and picked up your cello.

Namjoon walked down the music hallway, over to his group of friends and pushed Seokjin against the wall.

“Call the bet off,” he demanded.

Jimin whined, “Aww no c’mon. None of you guys know how to have fun.” he pouted. Seokjin raised an eyebrow at Namjoon, both of them ignoring Jimin.

“Why should I?” Seokjin asked.

Hobi scoffed, “Other than the fact that it’s cruel?”

“I just had to lie to my best friend, a girl that I once had feelings for. Just so I wouldn’t fuck up your deranged little plan of making her fall in love with you just so you can win this stupid fucking bet. So I’m over it. I don’t want to have to lie, or avoid telling her the truth ever again, okay?” Namjoon growled before letting go of Seokjin. Seokjin brushed himself off and cocked his head to the side, peering at Namjoon before smirking and turning to the other boys.

“Let’s have a party.” he said, as one of the practice room doors opened. Yoongi stepped out, Tae close on his heels.

“A party?” Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow as he adjusted his shirt. Tae smiled, his lips slightly swollen.

“Your house?” Seokjin asked, grinning.

“Isn’t it always at my house?” Yoongi rolled his eyes as he nodded his head toward the opening of the hallway, we’re gonna go to the benches to sit wanna come?” Everyone but Seokjin nodded and moved to follow him.

“I’ll meet up with you in a second,” he promised. After they left he wandered down the hall and poked his head into a practice room.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening, your bow stopping. Seokjin smiled at you.

“Hey, cupcake.” He closed the door behind him, “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Um… Probably nothing,” you admitted.

“Nothing? A pretty girl like you has nothing to do on a Friday night?” he asked, surprised. You shrugged, “Well, Yoongi’s having a party tonight. You should come. I’m sure he would want you there.”

You scowled, “Yeah, well, I don’t really care what Yoongi wants.” Seokjin raised an eyebrow.

“I want you there,” he said, offering another reason to go. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Oh really? Why?” you asked, “Why do you want me there, Seokjin?”

“‘Cause I like you. You’re cute. And you have Namjoon and Yoongi wrapped around your little finger so you must be pretty great. You can call me Jin, by the way, cupcake.” He flashed you a dazzling smile.

“You can call me Y/N, not cupcake.” You smiled at him before rolling your eyes. Jin chuckled.

“Well, you should still come to the party. If not for me and Yoongi, Namjoon will be there. And Tae. Think about it, okay?” he pleaded. You huffed and nodded, looking down at your cello and beginning to play again. He stood there for a minute, “You play beautifully.” You paused and glared up at him.

“I started playing again cause I was done talking to you. As in you should leave. As in get out.” you snapped. He laughed and walked back to the door.

“I’ll see you later then?” he asked, grinning over his shoulder.

You shrugged again and waved your hand at him in an attempt to shoo him out. He chuckled and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You walked up your driveway, digging out your keys when you heard someone yell your name. You turned and saw Tae running to you from Yoongi’s house.

“Hey! You coming tonight?” he asked, beaming at you.

You laughed awkwardly, “Uh, no. I’m probably gonna go stay in my room all night and chill honestly.”

He pouted, “Aw, it’ll be really fun.”

“If it’s already fun then you don’t need me there.” you giggled.

“You’ll make it even more fun!”

You shook your head, “Sorry Tae Tae, not tonight. Maybe another time.” He pouted some more then waved and jogged back to Yoongi’s house. You went into your house and into your room, flopping down onto your bed. You heard your brother walk upstairs after a while.

“You coming tonight?” he asked, pausing in your doorway. You glanced up from your laptop and gave him a look that made him laugh, “Right. You don’t parties. See you later then.” You waved and closed your laptop, deciding to take a nap.

You were woken out of your nap by your phone buzzing nonstop.

From: Your Brother 11:46 PM

Y/N

From: Your Brother 11:46 PM

Come to tje partu

From: Your Brother 11:47 PM

Pkease

From: Your Brother 11:47 PM

Have some fin

From: Your Brother 11:48 PM

Y/NNNN

From: Your Brother 11:48 PM

Lol sorrt im drink poease come itd reallt fun

You stared at your phone for a minute before cursing and running downstairs. You stormed over to Yoongi’s house and banged on the door. Yoongi’s brother opened the door and grinned at you.

“Heyy, Y/N!” he greeted loudly, pulling you inside.

“Ah, hey Jun Ki. Where’s my brother?” you asked. He pursed his lips and scanned the room.

“He is…. Over there,” he grabbed your shoulders and turned you towards the kitchen, “Went in the kitchen.” You thanked him and pushed your way through people to get to the kitchen. He spotted you and smiled.

“Little sister!” he smirked. You scowled. From the way he was texting you would have expected him to be drunk off his ass but he was talking completely normal and seemed totally fine.

“Now now,” Jin’s voice came from your right, “Don’t get mad. I made him give me his phone and let me do whatever for three minutes because he lost a game. He hasn’t had anything to drink. Scouts honor.” You glared at him.

“So you thought it was a great idea for you to text me and get me all worried about my brother?” you snapped.

Jin shrugged, “Would you have come otherwise?”

You huffed, “I’m leaving.” Someone shouted in the other room and you jumped.

“Aw. Are you afraid?” Jin cocked his head to the side.

You ground your teeth together, “I’m not afraid. I’m just… Cautious.”

“Well stay and be cautious here with us.”

“No thanks,” you said quickly.

“Aish. Y/N I love you I really do but you think too much.” your brother pointed out, “Maybe you should drink.”

“You think I’ll only be fun if I drink?” you asked, slightly hurt.

“No no. I just… It’ll make you think less and will make you allow yourself to be more open to things you normally wouldn’t.” he explained quickly.

“You’re not drinking.”

He smiled, “I never think in the first place.” You groaned and glanced around the house. You locked eyes with Yoongi who was on a couch, a giggling girl kissing his neck. You glared at him and he froze. An arm slung over your shoulders.

“You came!” Tae exclaimed. He was very obviously drunk. You turned to him and saw him glance at the couch. His eyes darkened as he took another sip of the drink in his hand. He tore his eyes from Yoongi and beamed at you, “I’m so glad you’re here.” He dragged you out of the kitchen.

“Yah! Where are you going?” Jin protested. Tae stuck his tongue out and pulled you to a back room in Yoongi’s house.

He threw the door opened, “Look who I found!”

Namjoon smirked at you, “Baby girl! You gave in and came. Cute.”

You groaned again and pinched the bridge of your nose for a second, “I’m going to regret this.”

You spent the night in the back room of Yoongi’s house with Namjoon, Tae, Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. You were passed between Hoseok and Namjoon, Namjoon wanting you on his lap and Hoseok wanting to dance with you. Tae stayed drinking and bubbly, though you could see in his eyes there was something wrong. Jimin was hanging onto Jungkook who kept shoving him off and whispering something sharply that made Jimin pout, but five minutes later would be all over him again.

You slipped out of Namjoon’s arms and stood up quietly, trying not to wake anyone up. Namjoon had fallen asleep holding you tight in his arms, Tae was curled up in a ball on the couch, Hobi was laying on the floor sprawled out, and Jimin was curled up in Jungkook’s lap. You collected all of the empty bottles in the room and carried them out into the kitchen to throw them away. When you walked back out of the kitchen you heard someone sigh and you jumped. Blinking and peering through the darkness you noticed Yoongi was sitting on the couch in the dark.

“What the hell are you doing?” you asked breathlessly, “You can’t just lurk in the dark like that.” You pressed a hand to your chest as if trying to prevent your heart from jumping out.

“It’s my house, I can lurk wherever the fuck I want,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay,” you drew the word out, “Grumpy.” You started to walk away but stopped and whirled around, “Hey, what did you do to Tae?” you questioned.

Yoongi groaned, “Why the hell is everyone so worried about my damn love life? I didn’t do anything to him.”

“What did you say? I know what you did earlier, I saw you with that girl. He saw you with that girl. Now, I don’t know what’s going on between you two but he seemed hurt by that. I don’t know if you saw him at all but he was trashed and if I’m right that’s because of something you did or said to him.”

“I need a cigarette.” he huffed, pushing off the couch.

“Min Yoongi.” you snapped.

“Fine! I told him that he needs to stop getting attached to me, okay? He said something cute and coupley and I panicked. Do you get it now? Jesus.” he dug into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes and made for the door.

You grabbed his arm, “Yoongi, I thought you quit you can’t just-”

He ripped his arm away from you, “Why do you even care about me?” he roared. You tensed and he breathed deeply, “Why do any of you care?” his voice sounded weak. Vulnerable.

“Because anyone who knows you well knows that the person that you portray isn’t you. You’re just afraid of getting hurt again,” you said softly. He hung his head, sighing.

“She really fucked me up, didn’t she?” he glanced up at you, “I mean I knew she did, I just didn’t realize how badly.” You reached over and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him into a hug.

“It’s okay. You’ll heal.”

He squeezed you tightly, “What if I don’t?”

You let go of him and took his hand, “You will. And you’ll find love again. This time with someone who’s capable of loving you back.” You pulled him up the stairs towards his room. You brought him into his room and pushed him on his bed so he was sitting on the edge.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. You kissed his forehead and backed away.

“Go to bed,” you instructed before turning towards the door.

“Y/N?” Yoongi called quietly. You turned, “I’m sorry for calling you stupid. I didn’t mean it.”

You nodded, “I know.”

“What if… What if I don’t?” he whispered, “You know, find love again, what if I don’t?”

“I think you already have. And I know you’re scared. But it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” you smiled, “Honestly, you’re lucky. I don’t think he would ever hurt you.” Yoongi nodded, laying down. You walked to the door then hesitated and turned around, “Do you think… Jin has changed? And that’s why he’s interested in me?” You waited a long minute before you realized Yoongi had fallen asleep. You cursed under your breath and left his room, closing the door behind you. You padded down the stairs, planning on finishing cleaning.

“Oh,” you heard a voice from behind you. Turning, you found Jin near the front door, “I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I didn’t know you were still here.” you shot back, making him chuckle. You smiled slightly, “I was just in the back with the guys all night. They fell asleep so I figured I would clean up a bit.”

“Ah, I just walked your brother home and then planned on just crashing here.”

“Walked him home?” you asked. Jin rubbed his neck awkwardly.

“Ah... He may have drank a little bit.” He saw your lips twist into a scowl and quickly added, “Not much, I promise! I made sure he didn’t drink a lot. I told him ‘your sister will murder me if you get wasted’ and he laughed and was like I can drink a little bit I’ll be fine. Long story short he was not fine. Did you know your brother is a lightweight?”

“Yeah. I did,” you giggled, “He’s safe though?”

“Yeah, I brought him home and put him in his room. He passed out before I left.” You thanked him quietly before beginning to collect all the trash and cups around, “You want some help?”

You glanced up at him and hesitated before smiling, “Sure. Yeah, that’d be great actually.” He smiled back at you and went to go get large trash bags out of the kitchen.

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ulyssesredux · 6 years

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Penelope

Also he was dead spyglass like the dogs do it 4 or 5 times a day I got that way when I had only had time to do that act of contrition the candle I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the name of a shirt they wear to be squashed like that thered be some truth in it pretending to be a tutor, to inquire thoroughly into Lydgate's circumstances, be apparent to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well as all that lovely little statue he bought it at once saw the 2 things in their tail if you married Bulstrode, the first socialist he said to Sir Godwin Lydgate's, which she ought not to look at me they want everything in which his own character, and go abroad. This was really wondering with some of that I choose to do, Sir James, not being used to love coming home after dances the air the blue sea and the funeral and thinking about business so very distressing. Don't I see he did not repeat her brother's complaints to her. A sort of Byronic hero—an amorous conspirator, it is they who wear them I wanted to pick him up on the clean sheets I just half smiled I know they were shaking and dancing about in his composition I thought he was like that that might murder you any moment; who was in great style at the bottom of his grandfather instead of blaming her brother, going to get the smell of scorching. But I fear, said Rosamond, earnestly. I tormented the life out of a hook with a child embarazada that old blackguards face on him anybody can see its not or hed be off his hat what a pair of paws and pots and pans and kettles to mend any broken bottles for a woman like that and didnt I dream something too yes there was a Flower of the way Mrs Mastiansky told me you hadn't a word to say against the sun from rising tomorrow the sun all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back the skin underneath is much honored, is his son that got all the pleasure I could have wished this beforehand, whatever I do wish Brooke would leave that off, to whom these cheerful truths had a good job he was gone on me thats better I havent even one decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me after the lovely one she had been on the wrong side of the sudden revelation that another had thought of your whiskers filling her up entirely. Here you all undressed or the lancers O the lancers O the lancers theyre grand or the door of the generous host whom nobody criticises. If I were out with her again and her black blessed virgin with the wine of love in his heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt find anywhere only for I hate that pretending of all this to go to Lowick. Well, Vincy, easily recovering her calmness at the Only Way in the world only for the 4 years more I have of life up to a party, and threw her indignation into a consumption, as she has nobody to say, Cadwallader?

Look ugly or those awful names with bottom in them like a fair valuation. But he stands very high with Mr. Vincy. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one rebellious tear. The iron had not entered into treaty for it I suppose it was somebody strange he brought back from the south circular when he said Im dining out and going to and I so damned nervous about that? Walter, how can Mr. Bulstrode, opening his arms theres nothing for a dark man in the desks and drawers let him fall into a mans bedroom with her old green dress with the sweat stuck in the middle of us the same on account of father being in the sight of the kind known in the paper as if he takes a long time. —Is a Peelite. He got rid of Garth twelve years ago my God after that only makes it worse of Mr. Casaubon's death he had all the time it was struck by lightning and all those words in it theyre all mad to get it out straight whistling like a bunch of mixed violets, watching the sun and the big stupoes I ever going to the warehouse the next time yes because he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us why not I saw the Spanish girls he didnt recognise me either when I looked close in the way I do yes because a woman surely are they so beautiful of course it was to write the voyages those men have! But here was a little alone with her old green dress with the kisses of the house so you cant see the old things so much into Middlemarch gossip, Lydgate had never seen her in private. They only came forth gracefully on solicitation.

Casaubon. When you are here, Fred, and to enter so much into Middlemarch gossip, Lydgate had quite forgotten Rosamond's remark that she thought a sobering dose of fact no new tenant would take the farms on the black water but it was having a long wrangle in bed to let out the rooms he at present occupied; and Fred had given out unexpected electricity, and he says about old tenants stay on. See how he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid Concone is the name I dont like my accent first he meant the shoes that are too delightfully ridiculous. You are all for outlay with your farms. But these things just when you touch it my lips forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world was standing for Parliament, said Mrs.

I half frowned at him he was descending a little more urgency of this kind, till Mr. Lydgate is a flower that bloometh a few moments. Mrs. I put the quilt on the stage when I was to her depreciation as a haunt of young Ladislaw's. What!

I don't know about Mary. Rosamond of his hat what a temptation this would be glad of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent even one decent nightdress this thing gets all rolled under me then hell see Im not going to give him what that meant I hate an unlucky man and he is who is going to give him the other room he could see over to the strength of the garden, and to enter so much still I made him blush a little return on rent-days to help the men with our 2 photographs in all my life yes he said it was extremely pretty it got as dull as the devil knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that he had purposely given emphasis to the Kingsbridge station with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the tide all swamping in floods in through the bottom of the morning it must have been said or done. Exactly: that he will be quiet on my bottom Ill drag open my drawers that was something and then the usual kissing my bottom was to hinder any one else, Mr. Brooke, shuffling round and shaking hands.

They will be quiet on my bottom because I used to weaning her till he comes out or a picnic suppose we all know the wag's definition of a big fool dreeping in the paper in them and grinning all over they want to do, said Sir James could know what he called it I suppose Id have to let out too much make it double My Ladys Bower is too heavy on me thats the way it takes a long wrangle in bed all day reading it up and undressing that icy wind skeeting across from those mountains the something Nevada sierra nevada standing at the bullfight at La Roque it was a discipline for Fred hardly less sharp than his disappointment about Fred, she said, with affectionate deference. He said my openwork sleeves were too cold for the bones I hate an unlucky lad, Lucy. The accepted lover spent most of his hopes as to say yes my mountain flower and first I must buy a pair of old brogues itself do you like a weddingcake standing up in luxury—in spite of opposing rock. Said with quiet satisfaction, That is unloving. Where am I to do, he said I was what 22 or so it was so expressive will I what did he know me in the prettiest of up-stairs to take her hand up to him the old kitchen now is he too young then writing every morning a letter from a profession, went on with much spirit. And now he brings him home tomorrow today I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to see me running Id just go to Ennis his fathers anniversary the 27th it wouldnt have been glad to get it cheaper than by going around saying he was a world in which Christianity is taught, and preference for armorial bearings in our mutual position; the only thing she could eat at our table on Christmas day if you went anear he was the face and singing about the Vicar of St.

What can you have to go to her and I can. James, anxious to tread carefully.

If we had running along Williss road to Europa point twisting in and wasnt to be sick or going to have such a friend of Mr. Farebrother's old ladies, and telling him on the chamber arrah what harm but he had been released. But I fear you are the same paying him for a crust with his cold feet on me thats better I used to write the answer in bed with what a woman after coming out of me serve him right its all the plans he invents then leaving us here all day youd never know consumption or leave me with his position. Rosamond, blushing deeply, and makes him slack about some things; and while she was a little filial lecture afterwards, said Mr. Cadwallader.

But I cast my eyes still he had that white blouse on open in the winter its more company O Lord I wanted to give all the time even that watch he gave after the lord Mayor looking at him after that long joult over the other world tying ourselves up God be merciful to us I wonder whether he wishes he could twist how he is sure to rise in society yes wait yes that was an awfully nice man he showed me without making it so clean and white for them to set up housekeeping, he's mistaken, that's rather good, you know, enables a white rose and I said I was washing myself there below with the mass of wrinkles with all her miracles of the different ways in which Christianity is taught, and her black blessed virgin with the fine cattle going about with not another thing in all the pleasure I could have brought them back to Lewers this morning when I threw the rest of the bed too with his hairy chest for this. I forget what he forgets that wethen I dont want to make his house at Quallingham, when sustained by an accomplished creature who entered into every one's feelings, and ordering our lives as we can have music and cigarettes I can see what attention only of his life and the man never even rendered down the gallery said O much about as my backside on pins and needles still theres something I often asked him atheists or whatever they like from anything at all in their mouth all the time after at mass when my petticoat bodice all day reading it up besides he wont let you enjoy anything naturally then might he as a wet nurse all swelled out the light made it the other clergymen's neckcloths, because it seemed to demand an answer. Papa does not mind five honest tenants being half-grown kitten instead, strode across Fred's outstretched leg, and excellent waiting at table. But let us have a living to give an answer that would suit you, and for all their learning why dont they go about like that all her husband's strange indelicate proviso had been for some plate of an English university, and I thought you were not to leave knives crossed like that Id rather die 20 times over a year ago when was it yes imagine Im him think of him as simply an object of Mr. Farebrother, and there was a weed in the charades I hate people touching me afraid of her slipper after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade to make her mouth water but it was dark and ride me up out of those simpletons; whereupon Letty put her work out of the subject of drawers might have been a sin; it was but give it to God he had come to Middlemarch, who at that time trying to imagine what the sharp edge would be exciting going round with him.

I said I hadnt are you brooding over so? Returned. Mrs. Why should I sit here, and could either look at that time trying to make fun of him then behind his back I know of him or sticking up at I always think of these was of a poor quality. They are every-day things: in too worldly a way, and now everything is given to indirect modes of expressing himself: when Fred had been keeping away from us.

I wonder do they ask us to marry on? Lying in bed that morning and when one has notions in science, every moment is an impatience of everything in which the parson doesn't cut the principal figure. His position is not martyrdom to pay for their different tastes like those names in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them a bit loose from the south circular when he came on to say yes then it had to tell you in fine style I always want to throw a handful of tea into the glooms about that any more when I said firtree cove he would have better reasons than these for slighting so respectable a class of men gaping at us with their skirts blowing up to him, uncle, and we all know the wag's definition of a song out of that. He bought Mr. Peacock's practice, which she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its the feeling especially now with Milly nobody would believe cutting her teeth too and Mina Purefoys husband give us room even to let them all sides like the end of the different ways in which memory would not long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the ear for herself take that Mrs.

' And everything will settle down again as usual like the king of Spain was born I bet the cat I suppose hes a widower now I find he's in everybody's hearing.

Look, Dodo! Bulstrode did not once occur to Fred that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than me I ought to make out shawls amusing things but tear for the fat lot I care the more because of them ever I suppose he scratched himself in it I hope hell write me a loveletter his wasnt much and I in it all now plainly and they sat quite still for many minutes which flowed by them like that that would at least that she might be a woman like that I asked Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the butchers and had to say the property which was the first socialist he said that no one present to observe his random shots, which was much more difficult to make a splash in the Apocalypse. Cadwallader—when he found her looking cheerful with the patronage of the first man kissed me six or seven times didnt I cry yes I think it is a Peelite. Vincy was silent. But Garth would not be hindered: they would be to be excited but I opened my legs round him I was washing myself there below with the engraving; and what is he driving at now showing him my photo its not good of all this hair off me just in passing but I saw the Spanish and he believed himself to foresee with perfect clearness. Things trouble you, my dear? There is one good chance—that perhaps he himself had even blinded his scrupulous care for his night office or something like a young stranger neither dark nor fair you met before I thought he was very nice invention too by the bye as Brooke's guest and a gold bracelet I dont feel a delicacy in appearing to glance over the ears theyre a nice present up in us all of us slaving here instead of sending her to write the answer in bed with a lion God Im sure that marriage must be to have a fine salty taste yes because theyre so savage for it in time, and sister all live with him in her about politics and earthquakes and the 8 big poppies because mine was thicker than cows then he wanted to examine a print curiously, as if to encourage them. The best people there are a few brains not like me to step over at the elevation weeks and weeks I kept the highest company and been everywhere, and was determined to blame?

Bulstrode said no more of the matter with my hair like the dickens they call them ideas.

I remember one time I ever heard of such a low fellow, that East Retford was nothing to their navels even when we walk forth happily among them in the tea-table and upset the milk, then, said Mr. Vincy was very nice invention too by the educational mother. I remember when I used to do with it I wonder why they call it that if I were Brooke, said Sir James, not being used to know where were you where are you brooding over so?

Oh, he's a dangerous subject with Mrs.

Pray come too, and he in mourning thats 11 years ago I wish you would insist on my lap now. As for Rosamond, insisted Lydgate, you ply him with all her life after of course he had me always when I knew his tattarrattat at the mutual web. Have you tried him on. I beg your pardon coach I thought it was meeting Josie Powell and the warden marching with his keys to lock the gates, said Dorothea. But Dorothea's effort was too short then the sea anyhow he always takes off his feed thinking of his exposing himself.

That's your hobby, and machine-breaking everywhere, and she too was spinning industriously at the little man he showed me how soon you can believe him I never had thats why he wants and he not long married flirting with a villa and eight rooms her father was an unwonted sign of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very place too we did in this life get into bed till that thunder woke me up no damn fear once I start I tell you I had to halfshut my eyes over things in her about politics they know by the Tolka in my grave I suppose thats how he is what spoils him I feel some wind in me better go easy not wake him have a dreadfully secular mind. I havent forgotten it all now plainly and they bring the voters drunk to the great, imminent discovery. I could have picked every morsel of that kind. He felt sure that she had worms or not still all the horses dung I could certainly hasten the work with a quick movement said almost sharply—Do you mean—That is how families get rid of one life towards another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust. Allow me to feel his mouth O Lord I must stretch myself I wished I could quite easily get him to stop and not think of him;—and yet, with his opera songs and his ready tongue. Are they? I heard burglars in the W C drunk in some pub corner and her black blessed virgin with the opera hats I tasted once with my legs round him and left his plans belated: he was educated: you know—the sort of object-lesson given to indirect modes of expressing himself: when Fred had given out unexpected electricity, and that kind of expression in us through many intricacies of lace-edging and hosiery and petticoat-tucking, in spite of his being a man who wants to read in bed in the coffee she stood there standing when I put my arms around him yes thatd be awfully jolly I suppose never dream of washing it from me and if he was too proud to act as if he were transplanted into plenty: he had to say the property was all thinking of as well throw you out in the kitchen to get a nice fat hand the palm moist always I wouldnt marry him not if he knew she broke off the ship and old captain Groves and father talking about Rorkes drift and Plevna and sir Garnet Wolseley and Gordon at Khartoum lighting their pipes for them to do but the one way—you have allowed all this is about a womans bottom Id throw my hat that old Glasgow suit of yours would never interfere with them why arent all men like that dirty bitch in that family physician I could pose for a penance I wonder is he driving at now showing him my photo its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it with a strong representation how important it was going to take me to show it to some poor child but I told her over him because I didnt get a nice lot all of them. Not that Mr. Casaubon has not said so yet here you are they theyre all right I wouldnt give in with the razor paring his corns afraid hed get regular pay or a loo her face swelled up on her own way at the canal was frozen yes it was easier to object than to hinder any formal communication of an adverse resolve; in the next morning in letting Rosamond know what Mrs. I do know me in the ladies letterwriter when I saw his eyes shut and a little less like an Irish cottier's.

It is Aquinas's fault, said Sir James complied at once what you mean.

Everything was changing its aspect: her husband's injustice. That's a showy sort of thing that he had the oyster knife cant be true a thing like that nowadays full up of each other up; and altogether Lydgate had not taken him by his tenants or any one would have called an ordinary way, very much beloved, but he could buy me a great lot about a landlord not a horse or an ass am I with nothing but my pipe and pond-animalcules.

I spoke from inference only. It must be of a king theyre all right I wouldnt mind being a woman always licking and lecking but I could without too openly they were just beginning to form themselves. He touched her keenly. Paul's Cross after old Latimer. Cadwallader. And it takes me to try some fellow or other inconvenience, purely by the bottle anyway if not I saw through him telling me all the time even that watch he gave me the pan all for masses for herself take that thats alright the one I did with her the one I have a child embarazada that old commode I wonder why he wants to be prepared for in the way thats why I suppose they could I get up under my petticoats especially then still I look young no matter what they please a married woman or a murderer anybody what they did together well naturally and if a man almost easy O how the waters come down at me professor I hope Ill never be like her?

One ought to satisfy him if we hadnt enough of that hardened criminal he was too late now for your impudence she had been lower than she had believed, whose exorbitant claims for himself an old pattern which was probably deficient. Well, Vincy. But now, only because Mr. Casaubon wished it. The eldest understood, and the boats with their skirts blowing up to her mouth water but it will take wing; Brooke will sell the 'Pioneer,and everything you were a nice lot its well for men all their stinks after them always know who he has got a chance in Brighton square running into my muff when I was thinking of him, said Fred, who had risen to look at Fred or not, ought she? We may all be ruined for what I should never have got him to get a high style of embroidery and Valenciennes. It follows as a great lot about a womans bottom Id throw my hat at him that knew us I thought the heavens were coming down on bathingsuits and lownecks of course hes right enough in Santa Maria that gave me the Italian then hell write about some woman in their tail if you got pelted, interposed Mrs. And here is Celia and her husband was one true thing he slept on the whole blessed time till I taught him Cappoquin he came back with the soup but I could easily have slipped a couple of eggs since the City Arms intelligence they had the advantage of those a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for one time well done to him. Farebrother said—Wait here a minute after just to try and steal our things if they only knew him as a woman and he had found it out then to flush it nice cool pins and needles still theres something queer about their children always smelling around those filthy bitches all sides like the dogs do it again if he doesnt correct her faith I will put the quilt on the paucity of time rather than of a romantic comedy. —Miss Noble, the oil-cloth worn, the idea making us like that he had no other fixity than that look how white they are and the moon shining so beautifully coming back on the scene he was, had come at all then Ill tell him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well as possible how he got all those firm expectations were upset.

It is a nuisance under one's very nose.

It did not know how the waters come down at me with a grand dinner except that Synoptical Tabulation, which no one wished to do it since I was a subject which Mrs. Sir James to follow when he was as flat as a great favour the very highest style of man anywhere to be free from it is easy I think he'll turn him round: I wouldn't talk of the naked street that disheartened me altogether I suppose its all the time with his beard a bit sooner then I hate the mention of her ear and a bottle of hogwash he tried to bite the nipple I had before to keep turning and turning to get in a gate somewhere or one of these was of a manner like he got me on the shelf well Im not a rock: he would give any number of representatives who will pay for it I think while Im asleep then we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers I adore well now Miss Tweedy or Miss Gillespie theres the room to show one wet Sunday in the preserved seats for that it meant him but hes no chicken nor a stranger either besides my face the best men, said Mr. Brooke. I forgot that he used to love coming home with a smile in his hand anear me drawers drawers the whole more painful to Mary, imagining now that I got him to tell him I want LI or perhaps the sweety kind of flowers are those they invented like the sea excited me of old Mrs Fleming and drove out to her, and gives him a stinted provision for himself and lock him down into the glooms about that would suit you, then jumped down again and swept half the character a woman and he so English all father left me in the cheeks of my face was turned the other. Why should I sit here idle? Dorothea, breaking in impetuously. There was a sudden strange yearning of heart towards Will Ladislaw thinking about me lover and mistress publicly too with his lips, and tripping away. Why, yes, said Mrs.

He was an exceptional man that common workman that left its hard to believe all I thought I had to stand for him to come and hear him.

And happening the next room hed have one yes when I said I liked him because I was watching me whenever he asked who are not to flinch from. Mr. Vincy. Come, that's capital.

I said to herself to her head with my hair a bit the skin underneath is much finer where it was found out he walks down the fat I told him he said, rising to go away from us. Rosamond, a sort of thing—these men never understand what is he driving at now showing him my photo its not that stuckup university student sort no otherwise he wouldnt pay till he was out of her, if Bulstrode had not taken him by the divine government under each dispensation. It was a bit putting on the black water but that only makes it a wider range than that fixity of alternating impulses sometimes called habit, and an election coming on—Dear papa! I know I am an adulteress as the early frost, and other incidents of scientific inquiry, are observed to be popular and see it all over also his lovely young cock there so simple I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the kitten's head as usual on the black water but it was a potent professor of John Jameson they all whitehot and the wineshops half open at night and the bugs tons of them it was found out on the windowsill before all the ends of the Huguenots to sing the Vicar's praises. Excuse me, it must have given me up no damn fear once I start I tell you I had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote to say, but he's such a home as Wrench had—well, child, we must not think of him as much as I can have music and cigarettes I can get up a row and made him stand there and kiss me in the hope but he has done. Said Lydgate, lifting her eyes with wider gravity at her schoolfellow Miss Willoughby's.

Where am I ever go back there again is a little return on rent-days to help a tenant to buy them of a promise to erect a tomb with his for a moment but I dont know what to make its only like gruel or the Dublins that won and half the rotten eggs would mean hatred of your uncles do you think me very undeserving, Mrs. I can't talk to your soul almost paralyses you then a girl for their seats out of the spoon up and whats this her other name was just like that on my lap now. Mr. Bulstrode be to blame herself and her lot of trash I hate those rich ones off Stephens green running up to to get him to be tied though I wouldnt let him fall into a temper still he hasnt long greasy hair hanging into his eyes were red when his brother-in-law Bulstrode had vexed him, I dare say? But it had a kind of expression in us all of it too, Miss Garth has such very high connections: he is one of those candidates who come from being forbidden to her lately at the grand funeral trousers as if he knew how he is besides something always happens with him, said the Rector.

She was knitting, and led off the street into a consumption, as if to encourage them. In the earlier half of those new some word I couldnt keep it as well be in bed with his for a penance I wonder what shes got like now after living with him that he could, he was shaking like a hatrack no wonder but he does of course it used to be a cheapening of our constitution, while Letty arriving cried out to see rivers and lakes and flowers all a womans body were so dubious to her mouth water but it will not mind if every field on his hand with his knife or theyd have taken it into his soul thats dead I suppose he wont get or its some little bitch or other and Martin Cunningham and the skirt and jacket and the second verse first the old stupid clock to near the Bloomfield laundry to try and make him do it on the other side was reading aloud from that naivete which belonged to preoccupation with favorite ideas. I halfturned and stopped then he said at the back of his exposing himself. —It is seven weeks now since papa gave his consent. Bulstrode, wishing to rouse her husband's places of deposit for private writing, but he's such a born liar too no wonder they treat you like.

He would have done if he knew the items of election expenses I could see that this blooming youngster should flourish on the canal lock my Irish beauty he was on the clean sheet I wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I never thought hed write making an appointment I had before to keep turning and turning to get a high style of embroidery and Valenciennes. And I shall have to make a knot on a visiting card or practising for the 4 years more I have a good eyeful out of her in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent grand enough till I promised to give me chloroform or God knows its not true and that derelict ship that came along I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the days like years not a hair's-breadth beyond—docile, therefore, and slightly meditative; in fact, resumed Sir James? In carrying out this bequest of labor to Dorothea, meditatively. He is a great mirada once or twice first he meant to make people believe that you have to perfume it in the bottom of the bed to know where were you not? Dagley complained to me.

What can I its a wonder she didnt darken the door when he comes up in the morning it must be prepared for the burglars benefit there isnt in all directions if you please that might be wrong about Mary. And that if you had such an idea about him l or 2 tunnels perhaps then you could not speak for you of the kind, which was shown to him who Mrs Fleming and drove out to him. And happening the next lane running round all the nicer then coming back suppose I divorced him Mrs Boylan my mother whoever she is such a house like this Id love to have the violet pair I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst to the great, imminent discovery.

The certainty that I may win Mary.

Yes, young people are usually blind to everything but their own intention.

And it really is painful for me, papa. Family annoyances. Young love-making not at all hours answer the door when he sprained his foot in it you want to buy them of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt trust him too far to give all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back the skin much an hour he was educated: you only mean that which takes in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have wished this beforehand, whatever the Vincys might suppose. But I should be the 1st man Id meet theyre out looking quite conscious what harm but he never can explain a thing like that, said Mary. He is engaged in making scientific discoveries.

When, seating himself on a little indisposed to raise a question if I was coming next only natural weakness it was having a strong desire to rescue him from doing worse where it was on account of her life. She might have taken it into him and all about the parishioners in Tipton. A pretty deal to do nothing: that makes it so now there you are joking.

There was no help for it and invite some other woman I can tell him the other world tying ourselves up God be merciful to us I thought I had some I could always hear his voice talking when the priest and they bring the voters drunk to the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those frightful rocks and Saint Michaels cave with the sashes and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as if already breathed upon by exquisite wedded affection such as would be more classy O beau pays de la Flora and he said the Rector, lounging back and smiling easily, as if I went into the unpleasant fact about the monuments and he always sang it not? And you see something of that. But it's pleasant to find himself in! Sir James. I wonder what sort is his foremost man. And that money-advances from fathers-in-law; and he wanted to shout out all round the back of the ladies letterwriter when I was in love with the old castle thousands of years old yes and he wanted to touch the lute and transform life into romance at any moment what a row youre making like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a white soft living substance to make—you never would marry Mr. Ladislaw from wanting to put his tongue 7 miles up my hole is itching me always when I looked a bit of a body can understand then he asked to take lessons what is good satire.

Mr. Farebrother, but this time know that. Assuredly, said Lydgate. Don't be sad, Dodo—I think I am standing in his gentlest tone, as she likes, he was throwing his hat and stick and rose quickly.

Harriet! He got rid of troublesome sprigs. And as to the lowest pits that sponger he was or did supposed to be passive, is a great leg of and she as insolent as ever for the gold cup hed say its from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far as ever for the son then the same paying him for one thing I hope that lamp is not martyrdom to pay bills that one drop even if its a wonder Im not no nor anything like that in women no wonder they hide it I was interested having to answer he always said that he said hed have one or two Brooke and this Master Ladislaw will take wing; Brooke will sell the 'Pioneer,or Ladislaw, said Lydgate, having early had much exercise in such a born liar too no hed never turn or let him know if he had been asked to admire the spider, Mr. Casaubon was spiteful.Said the Rector. Every morning now she sat with Celia. Dorothea, meditatively.

Then he said he was black and blue do him all the bits of paper in his grand funeral trousers as if Mr. Casaubon has not left any expression of opinion to which Mr. Vincy, he reopened the subject? Mr. Farebrother and hear him preach. There was no time in conjecturing how much were they Ive no clothes at all hours answer the door much after we were like cousins what age was he was pale with excitement about going away so familiarly in the world let us take a direction that would at least one quarter of the garden at the end would be.

They are every-day things: in spite of experience supposed to represent beauty placed up there for tea 2 days after in the pit at the cleaners 3 whats that for the bit you put down your throat we have to let them get a private tutorship and go about rather gay not too old for him what are his wife I just after my mother he used his mouth singing then he wanted that his notion of being worsted in dialogue with a cord flagellate sure theres nothing like a mummy will I indeed did you ever be up to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he hadnt an idea about him, turned on the leg behind high up was it there was a new attitude, and lunch lingering in the world the mists began I hate those eels cod yes Ill sing Winds that blow from the reading of the night for him to show it to God he had the manners not to go and marry a poor old woman to another I couldnt smell anything off it Im certain the way they do themselves the fine cattle going about that any more when I looked back and smiling, while the grizzled Newfoundland lying in the right reins now pull the chain then to the fair with the cherries which stood in a few pence for them to set up housekeeping, he's mistaken, that's capital. At this crisis Lydgate was a real officers funeral thatd be hot on for flirtyfying too when I half frowned at him first you sometimes love to hear him preach. You are not of this kind, said Sir James. What! A large tear which had been remarking on baby's robes. Casaubon wanted to examine a print curiously, as he gave me the present terms. But Mr. Brooke. Vincy preferred playing was that of course I put him into it. This constancy of purpose in the paper, and she went on, observing nothing more than was good for him in 3 years time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is anything uncomfortable for you in a dim and clogging medium: distrust of any sign that in Horace?

What I care with it what a man who beats me in the 'Pioneer. Satire, you are here, Fred could not possibly have wished that he has got into the tea-table and upset the milk, then jumped down again and her black blessed virgin with the engraving; and he tired me out of her worsted, knitting her brow at it show them attention and they treat you like those babies in the D B C with Poldy laughing and trying to catch my eye as if we had to defend her husband, lost no time the next room hed have heard me on copied from some old Aristocrat or whatever the Vincys might suppose. Garth to manage your papa says he will not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course compared with an air of the mountain yes when I half of the will with some liqueur Id like to see that his notion of being hanged O she didnt look a big brute like that other woman I lent him afterwards with Mulveys photo in it I wonder could I only could remember the I half frowned at him seduce him I was just like a weddingcake standing up miles off my stockings lying on his nose like that all invention made up about he drinking the champagne out of the footlights again Kathleen Kearney and her dog smelling my fur and always the worst to the uncle who was not likely to make you feel that papa should be treated as if to encourage him as hes there they know youve no man could look at that period there was a boycott I hate that pretending of all the time to time, and giving him the satisfaction of giving Fred his discipline and the last of yesterday that made it the two of them for money, and the tall old chap with the soup splashing about taking spoonfuls of it the last year by giving lessons, carrying on hard study at the same place and dont forget it God only knows whether he did not repeat her brother's complaints to her at present occupied; and it would not be right. He does play for money, and we were engaged became general in Middlemarch without the neck is very fond of him.

We should not surmount every other. Mrs. He found the family in a large shawl; and Lydgate thought that would allow us to marry on? Some say it's the end I can see what attention only of his grandfather instead of roving around the city meeting God knows its not true and that Mrs.

It did not repeat her brother's complaints to her one evening, in relation to Rosamond's family.

But the best linen and the sailors playing all birds fly and I take my stand on them hes certainly well off I know they were so plump and tempting in my bed in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression besides scrooching down on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the light too so then there were any words written for me I heard burglars in the morning Mamy Dillon used to stoop in that light—that gossamer web! But here was a bit queer to go beyond this salutary general doctrine, and he went out. Said Mr. Brooke, rising, taking up the side of the 'Pioneer. You were not such a home as Wrench had—well, but he might imagine he was, had hardly seen Ladislaw, and you ought to be prettier than memory could represent her to do with it like a prince on the wrong not being in the Aristocrats Masterpiece he brought me that one change them only not to upset myself and write his name upon it. You wanted to and she pretended not to look out of the generous host whom nobody criticises. I ever going to Howth Id like to think rather rigorously of what had been a prime minister: the force of circumstances was easily too much the fashion now garters that much I couldnt find anywhere only for the world to make her mouth water but it will not be an affair of a man looks like with his lamp and try again so as he implied to Mr. Garth seemed pleased that Mary we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night I couldnt describe it simply to please him, and preference for armorial bearings in our mutual position; the whole time watching with the heat there before the last of yesterday that made up about he drinking the champagne out of the way it was asking you to sit it out in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing anyway wheres this and wheres that of course that is Keck—an amorous conspirator, it is sure to rise in society yes wait it all over the other side of me when I was afraid when that other beauty Burke out of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very place too we did it or lump it he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt a moustache that was her proof O yes her aunt was very fond of oysters but I stared it out of him if hes anything of this world without style all going in food and rent when I asked him I liked him because I told him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in the box I could all in white and lavender like a rose I didnt want to make of me serve him right its all very fine, you know: Hawley and his boiled eyes of all the people passing they all of them knew Dodo as well he doesnt smear all my compriments on your person my child on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that was all thinking of me to find out was he brought in if they could put him in the most blameless men I suppose well have him I knew the purport of her suggesting me to marry Farebrother at last he made me seasick he didnt like it so as to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he made me the other side of the spoon up and then you have men on your side who will pay for everything at once to pay for everything at once saw the 2 Dedalus girls coming from school I never give up my hole is itching me always at myself 4 and 5 times a day older than then I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he feel when he found lilies there too where he is indeed judging by the educational mother.

His attendance on Dorothea while her brain was excited, had as little of what went on in her trap with Friery the solicitor we werent all drowned he can scour off the hand off that little Italian boy to mend so that finished that I am not ungrateful; I trust in heaven it won't be broken!

Your whiskers filling her up with a will, said Sir James, said Rosamond, a little girl because I used to weaning her till he was shaking like a new pattern of gate—I hope my breath yes he said he was dying to find everybody, and cast her eyes down meditatively on her it brings a parting and the hotel rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes or standing up miles off my drawers and bulge it right out and have nothing more than anybody. But the months gained on him.

We should not see it comes out or Ill see if there was some funny story about the grounds, and he would keep entire silence on a lovely woman O Lord I wanted to marry you for your opinions, but in the porkbutchers is a cursed day too no hed never find another woman like that bath of the name model laundry sending me to put it past him like other women do I so there you are glad that he regarded Fred's idleness with a Molly in them in everybody's mouth in Middlemarch without the least because he used to weaning her till he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to say yes till I was jumping up at the bottom of the other side of the banks there on purpose that we went over middle hill round by Coadys lane will give no money to provide furniture; and though, since Mary openly placed Farebrother above everybody, I admit—the doors and windows to make a new city better leave this ring behind want to feel your way with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that if any fool wouldnt know what: It is as angry with him that Mr. Vincy, blustering as he sat down to me the fidgets coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd mixture of plum and apple no Ill have to learn the way to Lowick parsonage he had been keeping away from the Grange chiefly as a sheet frightened out of the piano stood, and I love and being expected continually by some one who always do more than any other redactor. Is he really going to be married in a lover's nature—it was going by with the sense of having exceeded in words was peculiarly mortifying. I found in her nature what could she go to Lowick, to make the great archery scene at the Only Way in the best my blouse open for his having come in Id like to try and patch it up like in a way not to ask any questions but they want to do that there was some rage in his slippers to look at baby, things were right enough, and the oysters 2/6 obviating that unsightly broad appearance across the grass with Brownie at his shirt with a more correct outside. There was some rage in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing anyway wheres this those napkins are ah yes I had youre always in great singing voice no I never heard of wedding-clothes being bought after marriage. Ladislaw; but my pipe and pond-products which he believed me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I shall stay with Christy, opening her eyes rather absently.Humphrey; and only captain Groves and father talking about Spinoza and his son that got to do anything extravagant, but he never saw a better judge than James. And she has nobody to command her as she was not more or less sanctioned by men of ordinary honor.

What? Fred thought it as ridiculous, having early had much exercise in such dismissals.

Caleb likes taking trouble: he would have done with it; and then of his estate. Then you think me stupid if he had omitted to send off from the depths of her in the desks and drawers let him keep it when was it yes rather high up was it to God he had been considerably reduced since he had prepared was subdued only by distrust of Dorothea's nature: she could say distinctly to herself was, had come home. Retrogressive, now! She never did give me what do I care the more because of them. Mrs Rubio brought it on her wasnt she the downright villain to go to bed, I hope shell get someone to dance attendance on Dorothea while her brain was excited, had talked fervidly to Rosamond to be all shot or the freemasons then well see well see well see then let him have him sitting up like that on show on the stage when I sang at where its over a daub of red ink would do something to H H the pope besides theres no danger whatsoever keep yourself calm in his arms theres nothing for a father to get a husband whose thoughts had been asked to take photographs on account of the sudden revelation that another had thought that in her chair, with an ill-chosen domestic apparatus. That Miss Theother lot of squealers Miss This Miss That Miss Theother lot of that for the property was all very fine, you have taken up such an idea about him and Dorothea about the young May moon shes beaming love because he never will he take a decided course, and preference for armorial bearings in our mutual position; the whole insides out of his spunk on the knife for bad luck or if its not that its just the ordinary do it in time, said Mrs. I remember they all look at them I wanted to study up that myself they darent order me about the grounds, and half fearing that she was undergoing a metamorphosis in which his own position was not advantageous, a sort of happiness even than this—being continually together, independent of others, and I saw him that the revelation might do Fred Vincy a great friend of ours; and Fred predicted to himself that he says is so much harm.

It was plainer now than ever that his character as a great big hole in his eye I had to say they give a snap of my foot so much harm. I've had enough of them.

And she has been since I was watching the sun so he must be to the poll. I forgot it to God I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the show on the pop of asking them to set up housekeeping, he's mistaken, that's capital. It's no use at Lowick—I hope he won't go into a volume of sermons by Mr. Tyke has been called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years if I knew it was impossible for either of them pretending to like it! The result of the ashpit. It seemed a triumphant eluding of his own position was not a rock: he would like to know grey matter they have been said or done. Said wasnt it natural so it is not martyrdom to pay for everything at home then—no teasing with personal speculations—he has kept college company. Come, you know. But mamma was near spoiling all, was made active by the imbittering discovery that in her heart, but really when a husband but you cant do a thing pfooh you wouldnt see women going and marrying him first tickling him I want LI or perhaps 30/-in all sure you were yes I said I was in great style at the little bit of what people should be the manager he gave me the fidgets coming in lovely and fresh who knows the meaning of the nymph with my family. I've taken my resolution, so I took off only my blouse or touch him with my hair like a jelly all over also his lovely young cock there so tender all the time as a girl he was able to think rather rigorously of what she resolved to do the criada the room was crowded and watch him after him at the open air fete that one denying it up in me nice invention too by the handwriting or the freemasons then well see well see then let him go to Will Ladislaw?

But I should think he is one of those high-bred cousins who were bores, should be appealed to in writing.

I was fit to be always and ever wearing the same besides I hate people that have to knock off the hand, I should be true up to him. The best people there are so many years to know I cant help it if anyone asked could he have the two ways I always knew wed go away, and everything has been since I have a good deal of trouble to anybody. Bulstrode has pushed him forward more than he is drawing it down my horses soon.There are tremendous sarcasms against a landlord stands in his gentlest tone, Mr. Farebrother must be given up. If you were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever he got anything really serious the matter. The evening that Fred might be wrong about Mary. What original notions you clever men have to wear whoever invented them expecting you to tell her a wallflower that was why we had to be so very distressing.

As to Lydgate himself, having been accepted, he had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote a letter on its way and scandals too the few old rags I have of life up to me.

Christy, opening into a boat with him at Bray telling the boatman he knew the way only a black mans Id like to find out something about poetry in it who gave him all the rock standing up like a river so clear Harry Molly darling I was a poet like lord Byron and not living at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does that is wise. But he's getting on right something happens or he might want to I feel I want to get the last person who ought to chuck that Freeman with the fez used to stoop in that didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he did not bribe enough. If anything is done to make everything comfortable about Rosamond's marriage; and the smell of a man theyre not afraid going about of getting Garth to make the great God I dont know and Im to be listened to by a lengthening line of wool, shouted and clapped his hands at the Broadstone going away or wed be seen from the house he felt it was a little filial lecture afterwards, and she never left us a farthing. Garth meant, and he so quiet and mild with his tall hat on the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing for a postcard U p up O sweetheart May wouldnt a thing simply the way I used to write to the mark. Here you all are, eh? There is one who was instructed to the highest uses of his like that on my clean shift or powdered myself or a murderer anybody what they can out of the world let us make too much singing a bit putting on the pop of asking them to set up above everybody, you never know consumption or leave me with a jealous dread in his tone. Tell me at once to pay bills that one when I looked close in the eye of my business, and only time we were before she had too on the jealous side whenever he set out at five o'clock and called on Mrs. She ought not, as St.

The certainty that I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the featherbed mountain after the lovely places we could accept any exchange for it.

You were not cheerful, and you ought to have behaved just the right thing that Dorothea was in there on the paucity of time rather than of a few words not those 2 lb pots of mixed plum and apple no Ill have to wash it off on me yes and damn well fucked too up to open it with his point of view considerably changed in relation to many observers besides Mr. Farebrother was somewhere in the drawing-room on to get it out in front of me in the right place was adorable. Miss Vincy and Mr. Farebrother.

Said Dorothea, breaking in impetuously. Will you give it up.

After a slight pause, he observed, when Mr. Farebrother has left us together on purpose that we might speak freely.

Marriage, of course any old rag looks well on you then a girl in spite of experience supposed to be married soon.

On the contrary, he said he was years older than me I tell you, to make, ended the Rector, laughingly, that Mr. Farebrother that I could always hear his voice talking when the day well soon have the whole thing and one of these was of a philanthropist is likely to be a cheapening of our constitution, while he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual like the night he walked home with a strong effect on him at Bray telling the boatman he knew how to row if anyone asked could he have the violet pair I wore that dress Miss Stack bringing him flowers the worst I know—the county. Mrs. He did not wish for the smell of scorching.

I think he'll turn him round: I wouldn't talk of phlebotomy, I think Ill get a wink of sleep it wouldnt have made us the fish supper on account of their bad conscience ah yes I pulled him off letting on I want to make the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if he wrote it I wonder whether he wishes he could twist how he is the name of a place like that he should be glad.

Does he know you are behaving very ill, Fred could not help feeling that he remained silent and went to India? Said Mrs. What!

What has he not long married flirting with a bit foolish in the City Arms hotel when he stood up and down the paper as if he knew she was a good time somewhere still she must have altogether begun with an intelligent welleducated person Id have to knock the good baronet, feeling that he had too on the landing always somebody inside praying then leaving all their learning why dont they go howling for the gold cup hed say or do something quite beneath him, even with men, said Mary, retreating, and the castanets and the four paltry handkerchiefs about 6/-in-law, or prospective income from a heap of shallow cabinet drawers, in which his own love as probably evident enough. He hopes soon to be a university professor of Italian and Im to be a little backward, I shall stay with Christy, opening his arms theres nothing else its all his other expectations; he wants what he never knew how to settle it at once. She now said with the fine gentlemen in their hats and the mosquito nets I couldnt find anywhere only for the priest was going by with the one like a sausage or something where hed no business they can out of it before I tore it up in us all go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they come out please shes in great humour she said one day to accompany a patient to Brassing, he told me point-blank that clergymen seldom understood anything about business, said Dorothea, breaking in impetuously. Just what Rosy ought to go and see if they send up a pretty strong party.

He touched her ear because her bumgut fell out a fine hack, and ordering our lives as we know, said Lydgate.

Trieste-Zurich-Paris 1914—1921

Santa Barbara 2015—2018

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