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peterpparkrr · 2 years
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Unwritten - Ch. 7: The Lady of the Lake | A Bridgerton Series
Series: Unwritten
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader
Summary: Benedict crashes a wedding. A proposal is made. 
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: n/a
A/N: Wowza! This is the last official chapter of Unwritten! There will be an epilogue but in many ways, this is the end of this story, and boy what a journey it has been!! Thank you so much for all the love this series has been getting, your comments make my days. 
previous chapter // epilogue
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Benedict had never been one to think that he was a hero. But as he raced through the English countryside towards the woman he loved for at least a moment he felt like he was about to be the knight in one of those children's books he sometimes read to Hyacinth and Gregory.
He found the image of you as a princess prick up in his mind and despite himself, he laughed. You were beautiful and wonderful but just about as far from a princess as he could imagine with your wild hair and your ink-stained fingers. You carried yourself with a grace and confidence that was regal, but your sharp tongue and wit were just about as far from princess-like as one could get.
Benedict had made it to your small village without too much strife. And the first woman he saw washing her laundry in the early morning sunlight was more than happy to give him directions to the town parish. 
As he rode up to the church he found himself jumping from his horse before he’d come to a complete stop and was running towards the building before he had fully tied the reins to a nearby post. 
Time was of the essence and he needed to be sure that he could get there and put a stop to this before it was too late.
“Stop! Stop!” Benedict shouted wildly as he ran into the church. 
Until he froze halfway up the aisle when he realized there was no wedding taking place. Instead just a group of men standing in a cluster in the chancel all staring back at him with a mixture of confusion and perhaps mild amusement. 
“There is nothing to stop, the bride disappeared from her bed this morning,” The vicar finally replied as Benedict looked around in confusion.
“What?” Ben breathed out.
“Where is she?” A man asked as he stepped toward Benedict. 
“What?” Benedict repeated dumbly as he turned to see what he only assumed was your supposed fiancé making his way towards him.
Ben wasn’t surprised in the slightest by the appearance and general disposition of the man. Dowdy was not a descriptor used for men, but it seemed apt in Benedict’s mind. The infamous Mr. Townsend was clearly quick to anger, and his leering gaze felt uncomfortable even to Ben as the man glared at him.
“Where. Is. She.” The man in front of him ground out. 
“Well obviously I do not know either, or else I would not be here,” Benedict shot back before he could stop himself.
Mr. Townsend huffed but turned away from Ben, giving up on him as he turned back to the others, pinching his brow tightly.
“That damned woman, we should have known she would run away,” Mr. Townsend muttered angrily.
“Be careful how you speak of my daughter,” The older gentleman replied carefully as he stared Mr. Townsend down with a quiet challenge.
After a few moments of painful silence, the older gentleman, your father, turned to Benedict with curiosity. 
“Who are you?” He asked.
“Benedict Bridgerton,” He replied. “I uh, I met your daughter in London.”
“And why are you here now?” He asked.
Benedict floundered for a moment as he tried to come up with some sort of excuse or justification for barging through the doors of a church. 
“To stop the wedding,” Ben admitted. “This might not be the time or place to say this, but I would like to marry your daughter, sir, if she’ll have me.”
The older man nodded thoughtfully as he took in Benedict’s strange proclamation. “If she agrees you have my consent,” Your father told him. “Now go find her.”
Benedict nodded to your father with a small smile as he turned to walk out of the church, now wracking his brain in a panic, trying to figure out where you would have gone, and how he could find you.
What had you written in your letter, maybe there was a clue? A hint so that he would know where to find you? There had been something about a river or a lake or something. Benedict rifled through his pockets to pull the letter out and find the line he was thinking of.
The brooks and meadows sing for me. I shall answer their call.
It was a wild guess, but Benedict vaguely recalled crossing a creek on this way to the church. 
Forgoing his horse, Benedict took off towards the stream.
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You may be many things, But a quitter is not one of them. 
You would not marry Mr. Townsend. You’d die before you married him. Well, maybe not die-die, that seemed a bit too Shakespearean even for you, but you weren’t going to just give up without a fight. You would not go gently into this sham marriage that your uncle had concocted for you.  
So you decided to devise a plan. To be fair there really wasn’t much of a plan to it, it was actually rather straightforward. But you spend the entire carriage ride walking through the steps in your mind.
When you’d finally arrived home late last night your siblings had been asleep. Your father had barely been able to look at you as you had silently entered the house and followed your mother upstairs to your bedroom.
Once you were inside, as she helped you out of your traveling clothes, your mother quietly told you that the wedding would take place first thing in the morning.
“I’m sorry,” You told her quietly as you sat down on your bed, sagging down along with the mattress as your shoulders pulled in.
“Don’t ever be sorry,” Your mother replied gently as she sat down beside you and pulled you into her side. “Not when you did nothing wrong.”
“But I did, I upset him over and over again,” You tell her. “And he’ll cut you all off if I don’t marry Mr. Townsend.”
Your mother sighs. 
“My brother is a complicated, cold man. And he will never understand why I married your father, but we were happy, we were so happy for so long. If it weren’t for you, for your brothers, I wouldn’t have a single regret in my life. I’m only sorry that you haven’t been afforded the ability to make your own choices the way I did.”
You hadn’t know what to say to that.
And so once your mother had left you to sleep, you redressed, gathered a few of your belongings, and tied your bedsheets together before descending from your second-story window and absconding into the night.
In books when a hero or heroine makes a daring escape it’s incredibly tense and dramatic. In reality, it was just cold. 
And damp.
And dark.
You’d lost count of how many times you’d stumbled or nearly tripped over a tree root or rock that you couldn’t make out in the darkness as you meandered your way through the fields and then the woods to the brook.
By the time you’d arrived at your old treehouse you were simultaneously cold and hot, and sweating more than you wanted to be. You climbed up the ladder into the treehouse and wrapped the blanket you’d brought with you around your shoulders before all but collapsed to the floor in exhaustion. 
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You were suddenly jolted awake by the sound of someone calling your name.
“Benedict?” You called out as you sat up and peered over the ledge of the treehouse to see Benedict Bridgerton standing beneath your tree, staring up at you.
You scramble to your feet and quickly descend the ladder to land on the ground.
“What are you doing here? How did you…?” You ask as you stare at Benedict in disbelief. You’d sent him his letter with the intention of reassuring him that you were okay, so that he’d know what happened to you. You never expected him to follow you here. If anything the letter was supposed to ensure that he would not. 
“Your letter, The brooks and meadows sing for me. I shall answer their call.” He quotes. As if he had memorized your letter. He had memorized your words. 
“And there were really only so many places to look, it’s not like you could have gotten very far on foot,” He adds.
You nod mutely as you still struggle to take in the fact that he’s really here, and that he’s standing right in front of you.
“Don’t marry him,” He tells you as he reaches out his hands to take hold of your own.
“I wasn’t going to,” You reply.
“Marry me,” He says plainly, squeezing your hands.
“I-what?” 
“Marry me instead,” He repeats. As if that was the part you were having difficulties understanding.
“Benedict,” You start to say.
“No, I was going to come to ask you to marry me back in London, that's how I received your letter so quickly,” He tells you, trying to explain. “I love you.”
“No, you don’t have to,” You tell him quickly, shaking your head.
“I don’t have to love you?” He asks with an amused smile. “I don’t really think that’s something that you get to have a say in.”
“I’m asking you to marry me,” He emphasizes as he takes another step towards you, before his expression falters slightly and you can see himself beginning to doubt his actions. “Do you… do you not want to marry me?”
“Of course, I would want to marry you,” You tell him with a humorless laugh. “But not because it’s your way of helping me escape a different marriage. I can’t let you throw away your life because you have a sense of responsibility towards me. Because you think you love me. I want you to be happy.”
“I’m not doing this out of obligation,” Ben tells you quietly. Surprised that you’d even see it that way. “You already proved you didn’t need to be rescued when I arrived at the church and found your supposed fiancé standing there alone. I just want to be with you.”
“If you’ll have me,” He adds.
You look up at him through your lashes. “Are you certain?”
“Of course I’m certain,” He tells you with a chuckle. “I love you, and I want to marry you, I’m not quite sure how much more clear I can be.”
“I love you too,” You tell him after a beat. “I just never thought…” 
He nods, silently encouraging you to finish your thought. Now that he knew you loved him he could be patient. You’d have all the time in the world.
“You were just supposed to be my fantasy. It wasn’t ever meant to become real,” You admit. “I never dared hope it would be real.”
“What do you mean?” He asks.
“My rewrites. For my novel it uh, it was good, before, but I’d always felt it was missing something, there was supposed to be a love story but the truth wasn’t there. Because I’d never felt these feelings before you. I’ve been reworking it ever since we met,” You tell him. “I think you’re my muse.”
“You are my muse, too,” Ben admits in turn. “My paintings, they’ve never been good enough, not to me,” He continues. “But once I started painting with you in my mind… everything seemed to fit.”
“Ben, the other thing,” You tell him. “My family…”
Ben shakes his head. “We will take care of them. You can continue to write, you can continue to do whatever you want or need to to support your family, but I want us to do it together,” He tells you.
“Together?” You ask with a hopeful smile.
“Your soul is the companion to mine,” Ben tells you. “I want us to be partners in everything.”
Then you can’t help yourself from laughing in disbelief. Disbelief at how lucky you are to have found him. 
“Then yes, of course I will marry you!” 
Benedict grinned at your exclamation before he reached his hands up to hold your cheek. His other hand falls to your waist and pulls you towards him, pressing his lips to yours. 
You had thought your first kiss with Benedict had been special. Borderline magical. But Benedict was kissing you. Benedict wanted to marry you. And as his hand pressed into the small of your back, pressing your body against his, any rational thoughts you’d been having, even the irrational ones disappeared.
It was a storybook ending.
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The marriage took place shortly after you returned to London. The ceremony was small, private, Lady Bridgerton had claimed. And the most scandalous part of the whole affair seemed to be your very brief engagement rather than anything to do with your family. It seemed the news of Benedict trying to stop your failed wedding hadn’t made it back to the city. Thank God.
The morning after your wedding night the two of you were sitting in your marriage bed, blissfully happy, despite your lack of sleep. You’d been discussing your future when the topic of your uncle came up.
“You never have to see him again, if people knew how he treated you-” Benedict told you quickly. 
God. He would do anything to wipe that look, the pained expression that appeared whenever your uncle was mentioned, off your face. He’d stop at nothing to see the hurt your uncle had caused you erased. 
“Would they really care?” You reply with a defeated shrug. “I was his children’s governess, he may be my uncle but my parents are not rich, and my father has no title. He has power and I do not.”
“Besides,” You continued, giving him a small smile as you tried to lighten the mood. “You don’t need to run him out of town to protect me, as much as I adore London, being a member of high society is never something I’ve desired.”
“Neither one of us even enjoys those events, we can go to galleries and exhibits, and to your art friends' parties, all the places he’d never dare set foot,” You tell Ben with a grin. “He can partake in all the stuffy dinners and predictable balls he wants. We can have all the fun. We’ll never cross paths.”
“You are perfect,” Ben replies as he presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls you from your sitting position back against his chest.
“No, I am not,” You disagree. “But I am yours.”
“I love you,” He tells you as he wraps his arms tightly around your middle as you hum happily.
“I love you, too.”
“I have a cottage,” Benedict said suddenly. “Out in the country. How do you feel about spending our honeymoon there?” 
“Is there much to do?” You ask as you turn your head to look at him.
“I imagine there will be ever so much to do,” He replies very seriously. “Very little of which will require us to leave our bedroom,” He adds, his voice lowering as he wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively.
“Oh,” You reply as your cheeks begin to feel warm and your lips begin to quirk up slightly at the thought of all of the things you might have the chance to do with Ben. 
“Have I piqued your interest?” He teases as he squeezes you gently.
“You are very wicked when you want to be,” You tell him with a look.
“I always want to be wicked when I am with you,” He mutters as his hands begin to trail down your sides yet again as Ben plans to prove those words to you very literally.
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Benedict was very pleased to say that he had hardly left the bedroom since you had arrived at My Cottage. Neither had you, until a few minutes ago when Mr. Crabtree arrived with the post and you’d scampered out of bed with eagerness at the shout from Mrs. Crabtree that there were several letters for you, along with a mysterious package with your name on it.
Benedict was more than content to lay in bed whilst you read your mail and wait for your return. He had decided to use the time productively, thinking of all the devious things he could do to you once you were back in his arms.
Until he heard a scream from the kitchen.
Before Benedict had realized what he was doing he was racing down the stairs at the sound of his wife’s shout. Only to stop at the bottom of the stairs when he saw you clutching a package of papers to your chest whilst you stared up at him with wide eyes and a massive grin.
“Ben,” You called him over to you breathlessly. “They want to publish my novel!”
“Oh my God!” Benedict shouted as he swooped you into his arms, hugging you tightly as he peppered your face with kisses.
“This is wonderful! I thought the publisher you talked to in London didn’t seem interested? What changed?” He asked as he carefully placed you back on the ground whilst Mr. and Mrs. Crabtree watched on with quiet amusement, fully aware that they were a forgotten audience. 
“This is a different man,” You explain to him. “Penelope gave me his name. Since she’s Lady Whistledown I guess she knew who would be willing to publish a woman.”
“Wait, what?” Benedict asked as he managed a double-take.
“I was going to just keep sending it to different publishers, hoping someone would finally take it up, I’m not exactly one to just give up,” You reply. 
Benedict huffs with annoyance as you try not to smile. “Not that part-”
“Oh, Penelope Featherington is Lady Whistledown. I thought it was obvious.”
“It is most certainly not obvious,” Benedict argues. 
“She doesn’t work particularly hard to hide it,” You point out. “She’s at all the events, standing along the wall where she can overhear all the best gossip, and haven’t you ever noticed that Lady Whistledown is incredibly complimentary of your brother Colin?”
“Well,” Benedict says as he ponders it. “Huh.”
You nod as he realizes you’re right. “I didn’t know at first, but after she gave me the publishing contact I put it all together.”
“Of course you did, my brilliant wife,” Benedict replies with a grin as he presses another kiss to your cheek as he squeezes you tightly. 
“My wife is going to be a published author,” He says out loud, the pride evident in his voice, a fact that causes tears to begin to well in your eyes. “I am so proud of you,” He whispers softly in your ear.
“I love you,” You reply as you tuck your head under his chin, burying your face in his chest.
Becoming a published author is a great accomplishment, but your shining glory in life is always going to be being the woman that Benedict Bridgerton loves. And being the woman that gets to love him in return.
You can feel Ben laugh quietly as his chest rumbles against your cheek. 
“I love you, too.”
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randoms-fandoms · 10 months
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Dystopia novel request info!
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(Including The Hunger games, Divergent, and The Fifth Wave)
Ships I can write
❤️Katniss x Peeta
❤️Finnick x Annie
❤️Katniss x Gale
❤️Haymitch x Effie
❤️Katniss x Finnick
❤️Peeta x Finnick
❤️Tris x Christina
❤️Uriah x Marlene
❤️Four x Eric
❤️Tobias x Tris
❤️Christina x Will
❤️Susan x Caleb
❤️Uriah x Tris
❤️Cassie x Evan
❤️Cassie x Ben
❤️Cassie x Ringer
❤️Ben x Ringer
❤️Katniss x Tris x Cassie
Ships I won’t write
💔Katniss x Cato
💔Tris x Al
💔Tris x Jeanine
Characters I’ll do “x reader”s for
💕Katniss Everdeen
💕Peeta Mellark
💕Gale Hawthorne
💕Finnick Odair
💕Cinna
💕Haymitch Abernathy
💕Tris Prior
💕Eric Coulter
💕Caleb Prior
💕Christina
💕Tori Wu
💕Tobias Eaton
💕Will
💕Cassie Sullivan
💕Evan Walker
💕Ben Parish
💕Ringer
Other stuff I don’t write
🚫I don’t know enough about guns to write them in too much detail
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yay-depression · 3 years
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y’all why can i not find any ben parish fics in this bitch??
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mxsmwndr · 4 years
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Imagine...
You're the reason Ben's squad leader
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The echo of a body thudding against a mat bounced off walls, followed by snickering.
"Next time--" Ringer teased.
Ben cut her off by wrapping his legs around her own. He pushed her back, and she fell with a sudden crash. Ben held in a laugh. Ringer groaned, and got up. She held her hands in front of her face, now in fists.
"Again," She said.
Ben sighed, and helped himself up to mirror Ringer's position.
Ringer brought her fist forward, but Ben blocked it with his fist. He brought his leg under Ringer's, and let gravity take its toll. Before he knew it, he was straddling Ringer's torso, with his forearm resting on her throat.
Ringer chuckled at Ben. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?" She asked. Ben got off, and helped his friend up. Like you would.
"A friend," He said. He didn't want to say much. He didn't want to tell her it was you that taught him to fight. He didn't want to tell her that you were the reason he was so kind to Nugget and the other little ones. That you were the reason he was squad leader.
Ben tore his gaze from Ringers', who took it as a hint that this 'friend' was a touchy topic. She pushed him onward, though. She needed to know more.
"They died," Ringer said. She meant it as a question, but it came out as a statement. Like usual.
Ben visibly flinched, and reluctantly nodded his head to confirm Ringer's guess.
"You guys must have been pretty tight, then." Ringer added. Once again, Ben nodded. He didn't know what to say.
He didn't want to speak.
"Do you miss them?"
Ben looked up to Ringer, "With all of my heart," he eventually said. It was true. And yet, Ben felt guilty for your death. He felt like those five words were an understatement, and that he'd never be able to express his grief towards you.
Ringer forced a smile, an attempt to brighten the mood, and found a spot on the mat below her. "Tell me more," She said, patting her hand down. Ben looked to her, his dark eyebrows furrowed, but took his spot across from Ringer.
"They... they meant the world," Ben said. His voice cracked with the last word. Ben cleared his throat, and tried again. "They..." He laughed. "I loved them. So, so much. More than you could believe, but..."
"But the waves got them," Ringer guessed. Ben pressed his lips together and pushed his tongue against the roof of his mouth--something you used to do to stop yourself from crying.
"Yeah," He forced. "The waves..."
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ohmylanes · 5 years
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Nick x New York City.🗺🍎
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petertingle-yipyip · 6 years
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2018 Prompt Series
Prompt 25: Peter Parker Prompt 24: Stiles Stilinski Prompt 23: Brett Talbot Prompt 22: Klaus Mikaelson Prompt 21: Stiles Stilinski Prompt 20: Kol Mikaelson Prompt 19: Brett Talbot Prompt 18: Peter Parker Prompt 17: Peter Parker Prompt 16: Kol Mikaelson Prompt 15: Scott McCall Prompt 14: Brett Talbot Prompt 13: Ben Parish Prompt 12: Stiles Stilinski Prompt 11: Klaus Mikaelson Prompt 10: Kai Parker Prompt 9: Theo Raeken Prompt 8: Peter Parker Prompt 7: Liam Dunbar Prompt 6: Stiles Stilinski Prompt 5: Kol Mikaelson Prompt 4: Ben Parish Prompt 3: Klaus Mikaelson Prompt 2: Kol Mikaelson Prompt 1: Stefan Salvatore
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avis-writeshq · 5 years
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Celebrity Masterlist
Shawn Mendea
Like To Be You
You didn’t mean to be a burden. So, when Shawn came home from back from his tour, you were willing to be patient. But when thing pile ontop each other, things can get out of hand.
James Phelps
Just A Game
You thought James was toying with your feelings... but was he really?
Friendship As You Know It
You and the Phelps Twins were close. Too close, some would say. But when feeling are envolved and a little eavesdropping, maybe you and James weren’t ‘too close’.
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pandaexpress-tae · 7 years
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I’ve waited a long time for this
Pairing: Nick Robinson x Reader (Bookstore!AU)
Warning: Fluff, angst (kinda) and me just being a sucker for Nick Robinson
A/N: so this wasn't requested but I wrote this for my english essay and my teacher enjoyed it so I thought "Priyanka just go out on a limb here with your teacher with a stone cold heart and hope they like it." I promise to get my requests out as soon as possible, everything is just unfinished requests.
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I waited my whole life for this day. No movie, book or "pep-talk" could prepare me for this moment. As I stand in front of my mirror and get ready for this special day. Every moment we ever shared plays like a never ending black and white 80s movie in my mind. 
The first day we met was unexpected. If God had sent me a message saying that I was going to meet my soulmate today I would have most probably laughed in his face and told him to tell me another joke. Nothing could have prepared me for the day we met, just like today. I felt as though I was having the worst day of my mundane life. As if the gods above decided when they woke up  "oh y/n has been having a good few days, lets make her feel like shit today." Firstly my hair curler broke, some dumbass (my roommate who I adore)  used the last of my anti-frizz conditioner, my dog, Athena, peed on my favourite shoes, someone (*cough* roommate *cough*) finished my cereal and you know what? To top it all off, there was NO COFFEE! So I basically looked like one of those witches from a Ronald Dahl novel.
I came to the conclusion that the world was against me today, so I decided to ride my bicycle to my favourite bookstore, my safe haven, and just get lost in another world. That's when I met him, well actually collided into him when I got the heavenly scent of fresh coffee. I apologized without giving him a second glance and continued my trek to my one true love, iced coffee. I had my iced coffee and found a really good book to purchase after what felt like forever. I was on my way to the cashier desk, and there he was again, behind the desk looking like a Greek god, sculptured to perfection, and I was convinced from all my reading that he was not human. As I approached him and gave him my book, he smiled at me and oh if only smiles could bring world peace… I guess I was too distracted by him that I failed to notice him write his name and number in my book.
Nick (bookstore guy) 
079 352 5866
Pls call me, I want to see you again xx
The first night Nick visited me was the most unforgettable night of my life. As I sat and studied the play Hamlet, I noticed things being thrown at my window. I grabbed my baseball bat in fear that someone was trying to break in (thank you Stiles Stilinski), but when I opened my balcony door, my balcony was filled with socks! As I looked down, there he was, my Romeo.
"Nick what on Earth are you doing?" you asked him whisper shouting so that you wouldn't wake your parents.
"I'm throwing socks at your window at midnight because rocks would break it and I can't pay for that." He said casually and then skillfully climbed a nearby tree with pizza and decided that we were going to star gaze and eat pizza at midnight.
You couldn't help but have a wide smile grace your face as you watched him, thinking how lucky you were to have been having that horrible day the day you met him.
Our first fight was like one straight out of a movie and happened 6 and a half months after we started dating. The difference was that we didn't make up like couples in movies, we didn't run into each others arms and apologize or have make up sex. The day it happened I decided to visit him at the bookstore before my next lecture. As I walked in his co-worker notified me that he was around the back, knowing from my many visits that I was here to see Nick. What I saw when I got to the back was not something one expects to see from their partner. When I saw him, a smile graced my face but that same smile vanished as fast as it appeared. There was the man that I loved with another girl's hands all over his body and he was doing nothing to stop her. I couldn't move my feet and my lips seemed to have been glued together. That was until he laid his beautiful brown eyes on me and suddenly the ground was done holding me hostage and I ran. I heard him calling out for me but I didn't stop running, I didn't turn around, I didn't attend my lecture. I ran straight to my apartment thanking god my roommate wasn't home yet. You remember all those times your parents would shout at you and you would cry and after a while you would still be crying but it wasn't for whatever they were shouting at you for, it was just you letting out all these other emotions you've contained as well. Well yeah, that's what was happening to me right now and it fucking sucked. 
It wasn't long until I heard my phone ring and then when that stopped the landline rang and stopped after 9 calls. I had been pathetically sobbing now for a good 2 hours when I heard the knocking at my door and his voice begging me to open the door so he could explain himself, more like give me some bullshit lie he had enough time to formulate. You lost track of how long Nick had been knocking at your door and apologizing until it all went quiet. Not too long after the silence did your roommate come home. 
"honey I'm hooommme! Firstly question, why is Nick sitting outside our door looking worse than Leo DeCap in Titanic when he was dying? And secondly, he's just letting himself in although I'm getting the feeling you didn't want him here so sorry. And thirdly, I feel like shits about to go down so I'll be in my room, oh and let me know if you're gonna kill him so I can leave because I kinda don't wanna be a witness. Kay bye! May the big G have mercy on your soul for whatever you did Nick" y/r/n said hurriedly excusing herself before all hell broke loose.
As soon as you walked out of your room Nick rushed to you apologizing before you could even get the chance to tell him to leave.
"baby I'm so sorry. I promise it wasn't what it looked like. Nothing happened, she was coming onto me, I didn't do anything."
You chuckled sarcastically, "that's exactly the problem here Nick, you could see that she was flirting with you and coming onto you and yet you did nothing!" you said, your voice rising at the end. Confronting him made you want to cry even more, which surprised you considering you didn't think you had anymore tears to shed over him.
"baby, y/n please, if I knew she was flirting I would have stopped it, I genuinely thought she was being friendly."
The way your name slipped off his lips gave you butterflies but you stopped the feeling knowing that this was not the time for that.
"Nick don't be so foolish please, she was undressing you with her eyes. Who knows what would have happened if I had not come to the store, would you have let her kiss you? Would you have kissed back? Would you have done more than just that? Nick I love you with my whole being and to have seen that showed me how easy it is for you to just push me to the back of your mind and be unfaithful"
"No no no no I love you more than the Moon loves the Sun, baby you have to believe me. I'm not gonna let you give up on us because of this, because of my stupidity and blindness. Baby I'll make it up to you, it'll never happen again." Nick pleaded coming to stand a few inches away from you, placing his hand on your cheek and you instinctively leaning into his touch. 
"Nick you need to leave please, I may be blowing this out of proportion but I just need some time to think everything over between us." You said just above a whisper, pulling away from his touch, your tears threatening to run down your cheeks and have him wipe them away like he has many times before.
 "I-I, okay." he stammered wanting to say more but then sighing respecting your decision, appreciative that you weren't ending things.
"I love you, don't ever forget that or question it." Nick said coming to you kissing your temple.
"Goodnight Nick. Uh- just text me when you get home so I know you're safe okay?" you could see the hurt in his eyes when you didn't say you loved him back, but as much as you wanted to say those words back to him, you just couldn't do it. With a nod of his head, he left taking a part of you with him.
 You were a mess, you hadn't spoken to him for 10 days. You hated yourself knowing it was you who told him to give you time. You saw him whenever you went to the bookstore, always making eye contact and wanting nothing more than to run into his arms, kiss him and tell him you forgive him.
y/r/n had enough of you moping around the apartment that day and decided it was up to her to fix things. She had texted Nick telling him to come over for dinner and that you were okay with him being there. Lets just say that when you opened the door and saw him standing there, you felt like it was the first time you met again. You let him in rushing into y/r/n's room.
"what the hell is Nick doing here?" you asked her whisper shouting
"I'm done seeing you mope around and having him text me everyday asking about you sooo you two are going to sit in this apartment, eat dinner and fix your shit because you still love him that’s not gonna change and I know if you end things with him you're gonna feel even worse than you have for the past week and a half." y/r/n said calmly. You had to admit that she was right so you agreed walking out of her room informing Nick that it was just gonna be you and him for dinner. Everything was silent except the sound of cutlery on the plate, until you decided to speak.
 And the rest was history…
Now here you stand, 4 years later behind closed doors in a white gown with a bouquet in your hands waiting to marry this stranger, who became your best friend, your partner, your soulmate… 
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Y/N, the unpopular girl, gets Ben as her partner for an Biology assignment. She is annoyed because of his flirting but can’t help but falling for him.
Words: ~ 1800
Y/N: This one is about Ben Parish/Zombie from the 5th Wave. I wrote it month ago... I hope you like it!
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It was actually a quite normal day until Biology class. That’s exactly where my day turned into the worst day of my life. Don’t get me wrong. I love biology. Yeah, I’m kind of the nerd in school but I’m fine with that. I like being alone. Especially in school, where I’m surrounded by jerks. I just don’t like the people of my generation. They are so…
Okay, I’m drifting off. Back to the topic. The whole lesson was fine until the end. My biology teacher came up with the great *cough* idea to do partner assignments… “So, each of you will get a partner and then you will hand me the finished project the week after next.”, while Mr. Easten started to talk, I looked around in the classroom. Who would be the less worst partner…?
“Y/N, you will work with…”, I looked up as my teacher called out my name. “Ben.” What? I mean what? Why did he have to pair me up with the worst while I was hoping for the less worst. Fucking irony…
“Since you both are the best in class you will take the explanation of the process of how energy is transformed into muscular movement.”, Mr. Easten continued and I felt eyes staring at me. Without looking I knew those eyes belonged to the jealous girls that would pay for a partner assignment with Ben Parish.
I couldn’t blame them, he’s indeed the most handsome… Wait. Stop. No, I totally blame them. He’s not handsome, he’s annoying.
Mr Easten was interrupted by the bells and I quickly shoved my things in my bag pack. Several minutes later I stood at my locker, when Ben Parish appeared next to me, leaning against the lockers and giving me his famous smile.
“I won’t do all the work, Parish.”, I said, as I turned to face him. “So forget that smile. It won’t work on me.” My expression was calm while he tilted his head. He doesn’t look cute at all when he tilts his head… “You sure?”, he wanted to know. He bit his lower lip, looking really… trying to look irresistible. “Yeah, I am.”, I replied firmly, concentrating not to get lost in his eyes. Wow, am I this weak?
“Okay. Oh, and trust me, I don’t want you to do all the work. We don’t want you to hurt yourself and I want to get a good grade.”, he said perking his eyebrows up. “Me, too, asshole.”, I responded, smiling sweetly. “I thought you were the innocent, quite girl.”, he stated after rolling his eyes. “Hmm. Surprise.”, I closed my locker, wanting to go away but he grabbed my arm. His hand was warm against my cold skin and his warmth spread from my lower arm through my body. I looked at his hand for a second before I broke free from his grib.
“What?” “So you’re coming over today?”, he questioned not really amused to say that to me. “Oh, I forgot that I still have to spend time with you after this horrible conversation.”, I smiled -again- and he rolled his eyes -again. Smiling after a sarcastic comment seemed to annoy him. I like that.
-
Hours later I stood on his porch, knocking twice on the door, before a woman opened the door and smiled. “You must be Y/N. Ben told me a lot about you.” I was slightly confused about her comment. “Maybe you mistake me. I’m just his project partner.”, I explained, as she let me in and leaded me to Ben’s room. “Yes, I know. He might be still in the shower, but he should be ready pretty soon.”
I entered his room, after smiling at his mother as a response, and sat down on the chair next to the desk. I started to read the text concerning our topic to pass the time before Ben entered his room.
“You changed your clothes.”, he mentioned, pacing though his room to let himself fall onto the bed. “You, too. But is it worth to talk about?”, I asked rolling my eyes. “It is. You look great in this shirt.”, he grinned. Did he really think that… Wait. I don’t care what he thinks about me. “Shut up. I don’t wanna waste to much time. Let’s start.”
“Okay, you wanna sit next to me?”, he wanted to know, patting next to him on the bed. “You serious?”, I laughed. “I don’t know what has already happened there.” “Oh, sometimes…” “Did I say anything like ‘Please, tell me!’?”, I interrupted, perking my eyebrows up. “We can sit on the floor.”, he suggested and I sighed an ‘okay’, before sitting next to him on the carpet.
The next two hours were surprisingly okay. None of his grinning, well, not a lot of his grinning. No flirty comments. We were concentrated on our work and explained each other if the other had problems. But since we didn’t finish it that day we decided to meet when we both had a free period.
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The next day I was sitting at my usual seat at lunch, when Ben was heading to me. He greeted me and sat down in front of me. “Hey, ehm, I’m kinda exhausted from last period. Is it possible that we work later?”, I asked him, backing my head on my arm. “Yeah, sure.”, he nodded and took his lunch out of his bagpack. “What are you doing?”, I wanted to know and gave him a confused look. “Do I need permission to spend my time with you?”, he smiled at me, taking a bite of his sandwich. What the hell? I looked around searching for anything. I didn’t know. Was he trying to embarras me, or…?
His soft laugher brought me back to reality. “Uh, no, you don’t. But why exactly are you doing this?”, I questioned, still looking very confused. He let out a laugh again. “Because I like you and you’re much more interesting than the people I’m sitting with.”, he said as if it was the most normal thing to say to the nerdy girl of the school.
“You mean, your friends.”, I avoided his compliments because I didn’t know yet if he was serious or this was a prank. “I just have people around me. I wouldn’t define them as friends. So, I don’t have friends.”, he explained and I nodded. “Neither do I.”
“We could be friends.”, he suggested, smiling his famous smile again. Irresistible again… “Maybe.”, I bit my lower lip, trying to hide my oncoming smile. But he probably saw the excitement in my eyes, as he leaned in and laughed again.
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The following week we spent many free periods together and I even sat with him and his non-friends at lunch despite I wasn’t a fan of company. Most of the time we were discussing over our project, but in a friendly way. Okay, we were fighting all the time.
The problem was not the fighting, but that all the fights contained him leaning in, staring down at me firmly and our faces only inches apart.
So, our friendship developed into one these friendships with the you-are-so-in-love comments.
But we were not in love! Well, I was certainly not in love with him. Yeah, hmm. But hey! How should I resist his everything-he-is-doing? And here comes the other problem: Since he’s the most gorgeous boy in school, and probably on earth, falling in love with him was pretty painful and hopeless.
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The day we finished our project, we met at his house and worked long after the sun set. Ben insisted to bring me home not without a flirty comment but I was okay with it. I mean I just didn’t want to go alone that far by night.
When reached the front door, after going through the yard, I turned around to thank him. And that, was the exact moment when Ben Parish gently crashed his lips onto mine.
I froze while his warm lips embraced mine and I pushed him away from me, slightly, still not being able to think properly.
“You just stole my first kiss, asshole.” were the first words that left my mouth. He just looked to the ground and started to grin and then looked up to me again. Directly into my eyes. “I’m sorry, ehm, but when I told you that I liked you, I was serious. And I…. I still mean it, you know. And, uh, this might sound a bit weird but in our discussions I always brought my head towards you to-”
“To make me go crazy, like you do with all the girls.”, I interrupted, because I actually thought at this moment that I could finish this sentence correctly. “No! God… no. I just… listen, I wanted to kiss you everytime, okay?! And I hoped I would if I-”
I interrupted him again but this time not with words. I tugged him down by the collar of his sweater and kissed him. He hummed and then kissed me back slowly, before his hands found their way to my hips. It felt like my whole body was tickling and I tried to concentrate on not doing something wrong.
He wrapped his arms around me before breaking the kiss, holding me near him. “This was not bad at all.”, he chuckled into my ear. “You don’t need to lie to make me feel better.”, I said, pressing my cheeks against his shoulder. “You’re right.”, he mumbled, loosening the hug, “Maybe we need to improve your kissing.”
He grinned and took my face in his hands, warming me up again. And there were maybe a couple of millimeters between our lips, as my dad interrupted us by opening the door. “Hi, Dad, uhm, Ben was just leaving.”, I said awkwardly, going into the house.
“I bet he is.”, he glared at Ben, who was obviously intimidated by my father. I restrained a smile as I watched this scenario. “Oh, yes, I am, sir. Uh, see you tomorrow, Y/N.”, Ben mumbled, before leaving quickly.
As soon as door was closed, my father chuckled. “Finally, I can play the wicked but protective father.” I let out a laugh while took off my shoes. “Congrats, dad.”, I cheered, but rolled my eyes then. “And thanks for the totally unawkward interruption.” “Anytime, my dear.”, he shouted after me as I ran up the stairs into my room.
I got a text from Ben the moment I closed the door. ‘Will your dad kill me if you were my girlfriend?’
“Only if our project won’t be lower than B+’
‘So, you will be my girlfriend if we get an A?’
‘Maybe.’
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Kate Chopin A Re-Awakening - Additional Resources

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An Overview of the Life and Works of Kate Chopin An article in Empire:Zine, a monthly Internet magazine on writing.
The Fifth Kate Chopin Conference Information on the Fifth Kate Chopin Conference, held earlier this year at Northwestern State University of Louisiana.
A Guide to Internet Resources for Kate Chopin's The Awakening A collection of extratextual resources available on the internet that might enrich the understanding and enjoyment of The Awakening. Compiled by Sharon Masturzo, School of Library Information and Science, University of South Florida.
Domestic Goddesses: AKA Scribbling Women A moderated E-journal devoted to women writers, beginning in the 19th century, who wrote "domestic fiction."
Kate Chopin Web Page A web site created by students at Assumption College, Worcester, Massachusetts.
Recent Publications of Chopin's Works:
The Awakening, New York: Avon Books, 1972.
The Awakening and Selected Stories, edited with an introduction by Nina Baym, New York: The Modern Library, 1993.
A Matter of Prejudice and Other Stories, New York: Bantam Books, 1992.
A Vocation and A Voice, Penguin Books, 1991.
Complete Works of Kate Chopin, edited and with an introduction by Per Seyersted; Foreword by Edmund Wilson, Volumes I and II, Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 1969.
Per Seyersted and Emily Toth, eds., A Kate Chopin Miscellany, Oslo: Universitetsforlaget and Natchitoches: Northwestern State University Press, 1979.
Forkner, Ben, ed., Louisiana Stories, Gretna, La: Pelican Publishing Co, 1990.
Bonner, Thomas, Jr. "Kate Chopin: An Annotated Bibliography," Bulletin of Bibliography, 32 (July-September, 1975) pp101-105.
Toth, Emily, "Bibliography of Writings on Kate Chopin." In A Kate Chopin Miscellany, ed. by Per Seyersted and Emily Toth., pp212-61.
"Kate Chopin, A Woman of Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow," A project of the Watson Library, Northwestern State University, Rapides Parish Library and the National Endowment for the Humanities.
Arnavon, Cyrille, "Les Debuts du Roman Realiste Americain et L'Influence Francaise." in Cahiers des Langues Modernes, I Paris, Didier (1946).
Bender, Bert, "The Teeth of Desire: The Awakening and The Descent of Man," in American Literature, Vol. 63, No. 3, Sept., 1991, pp. 459-473.
Berry, Wendell, "Writer and Region," in What are People For? Essays. San Francisco: Northpoint Press, 1990, pp. 71-87.
Bloom, Harold, Ed., Kate Chopin, Modern Critical Views. New York: Chelsea House Publishers, 1987.
Blumenthal, "Literature" Chapt. VI in American and French Culture, 1800-1900, pp. 174-232.
Bonner, Jr., Thomas. "Bayou Folk: An Evaluation": a paper contributed to the Kate Chopin Seminar at the 1974 MLA Conference.
__________, "Kate Chopin's At Fault and the Awakening: A Study in Structure." Markham Review, 7 (Fall, 1977), pp.10-15.
__________, "Kate Chopin's European Consciousness." American Literary Realism, 1870-1910, Vol. 8, 1975, pp. 281-84.
__________, The Kate Chopin Companion, with Chopin's translations from French fiction. New York: Greenwood Press, 1988.
Boren, Lynda S. and Sara de Saussure Davis, Eds., Kate Chopin Reconsidered, Beyond the Bayou. Baton Rouge and London: Louisiana State University Press, 1992.
Bush, Robert, Louisiana Prose Fiction, 1870-1900 (Dissertation). State University of Iowa, 1957.
Cott, Nancy F., The Grounding of Modern Feminism. New Haven and London: Yale University Press, 1987.
Eble, Kenneth, "A Forgotten Novel: Kate Chopin's The Awakening," in Western Humanities Review, X (Summer, 1956), pp. 261-269.
Dyer, Joyce, "Gouvernail, Kate Chopin's Sensitive Bachelor," in Southern Literary Journal, 14 (Fall, 1981), pp. 46-55.
__________, "Symbolic Setting in Kate Chopin's 'A Shameful Affair'." in Southern Studies, Vol. XX, No. 4, 1981, pp. 447-452.
Ewell, Barbara, Kate Chopin. New York: The Ungar Publishing Company, 1986.
__________, "Making Places: Kate Chopin and the Art of Fiction." (Unpublished Paper).
Judith Fetterley, "Introduction" in Provisions, A Reader from 19th Century Women, Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1985. pp. 1-40.
Judith Fetterley and Marjorie Pryse, "Kate Chopin," in American Women Regionalists, 1850-1910 (Norton, 1992) pp. 408-412.
Fletcher, Marie, "The Southern Woman in the Fiction of Kate Chopin," Louisiana History, 7 (1966): pp. 117-132.
Fox-Genovese, Elizabeth, "Between Individualism and Fragmentation: American Culture and the New Literary Studies of Race and Gender," in American Quarterly, Vol. 42, No. 1 (March, 1990), pp. 7-29.
__________, "The Fettered Mind: Time, Place, and the Literary Imagination of the Old South" in The Georgia Historical Quarterly, Vol. LXXIV, No. https://synthesis-essay.com , Winter, 1990, pp. 622-650. (Review Essay of Louis Rubin's The Edge of the Swamp.)
__________, Within the Plantation Household: Black and White Women of the Old South. University of North Carolina Press, 1988.
Gardiner, Elaine. "Ripe Figs: Kate Chopin in Miniature." Modern Fiction Studies, 28, Autumn, 1982, pp. 379-82.
Garietta, Anthony Paul, The Critical Reputation of Kate Chopin., Greensboro: University of North Carolina, 1978.
Gebhard, Caroline, "The Spinster in the House of American Criticism" in Tulsa Studies in Women's Literature, Vol. 10, No. 1, Spring 1991, pp. 79-91.
Gilbert, Sandra M. and Susan Gubar, Eds., Norton's Anthology of Literature by Women. New York, 1985.
Howell, Elmo, "Kate Chopin and the Creole Country," in Louisiana History, 20 (Spring, 1979), pp. 202-219.
__________, "Kate Chopin and the Pull of Faith: A Note on Lilacs," in Southern Studies, 18, (Spring, 1979), pp. 103-109.
Jasenas, Elaine, "The French Influence in Kate Chopin's The Awakening" in Nineteenth Century French Studies, 4(1976): pp. 312-22.
Jones, Anne Goodwyn, Tomorrow is Another Day: The Woman Writer in the South, 1859-1936. Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University, 1981.
Jones, Howard Mumford, "America and French Culture, 1750-1848" in Milestones in American Literary History, edited by Robert E. Spiller.
Kate Chopin Newsletters
Vol. 1, No. 12, Spring, 1875.
Vol. I, No. 3, Winter, 1975-1976.
Vol. II, No. 2, Fall, 1976.
Vol. II, No. 3, Winter 1976-1977.
Kazin, Alfred. A Writer's America, Landscape in Literature, New York, Alfred A. Knopf, 1988.
__________, On Native Grounds, Cornwall. NY: Cornwall Press, 1942.
Kearns, Katherine, "The Nullification of Edna Pontellier" in American Literature, Vol. 63, No. 1, March 1991, pp. 62-88.
Koloski, Bernard, Ed., Approaches to Teaching Chopin's The Awakening. New York: MLA, 1988.
__________, "The Structure of At Fault"
Kraditor, Aileen S., The Ideas of the Woman Suffrage Movement, 1890-1920. New York: Columbia University Press, 1965.
Lally, Joan Marie. "Kate Chopin: Four Studies" (PhD Dissertation, University of Utah), MLA. University Microfilms, Ann Arbor, Michigan, 1973.
Lewis, R.W.B., The American Adam, 1955.
__________, Trials of the Word.
__________, Cleanth Brooks and Robert Penn Warren, eds., American Literature: The Makers and the Making. 1973.
Lohafer, Susan, "The Classics" in Coming to Terms with the Short Story, Chapt. 6, pp.103-133.
__________, "Preclosure and Story Processing," in Short Story Theory at a Crossroads by Susan Lohafer and Jo Ellyn Clarey, pp. 249-273.
Martin, Wendy, Ed., New Essays on The Awakening,part of The American Novel Series. New York: Cambridge University Press, 1988.
Mills, Elizabeth Shown, Chauvin Dit Charleville: Mississippi State University Press, 1976.
Oates, Joyce Carol, ed., The Oxford Book of American Short Stories: Oxford and New York, Oxford University Press, 1992.
O'Brien, Sharon, "The Lineaments of Antebellum Southern Romanticism," in Rethinking the South, Essays in Intellectual History, pp. 38-56.
__________, "Sentiment, Local Color, and the New Woman Writer: Kate Chopin and Willa Cather," in Kate Chopin Newsletter, 2, (Winter, 1976-1977), pp.16-24.
O' Connor, Flannery, "The Regional Writer," in Mystery and Manners, pp. 51-59.
Papke, Mary E., Verging on the Abyss, The Social Fiction of Kate Chopin and Edith Wharton. New York: Greenwood Press.
Pattee, Frederick Lewis, A History of American Literature Since 1870.
__________ "The Feminine Novel," in The New American Literature, 1890-1930.
Perspectives on Kate Chopin: Proceedings of the Kate Chopin International Conference. Northwestern State University, Natchitoches, Louisiana, April 6-8, 1989.
Portales, Marco, "The Characterization of Edna Pontellier and the Conclusion of Kate Chopin's The Awakening," in Southern Studies, Vol. XX, No. 4, 1981, pp. 427-436.
Potter, Richard, "Negroes in the Fiction of Kate Chopin," in Louisiana History, 12 (Winter, 1971), pp. 41-58.
Prenshaw, Peggy Whitman, "Southern Ladies and the Southern Literary Renaissance," in The Female Tradition in Southern Literature, ed. Carol Manning, University of Illinois Press, 1992.
Rogers, Nancy, "Echoes of George Sand in Kate Chopin, Litterature Comparee," No. 1, 1983, pp. 225-228.
Rosowski, Susan J., "The Awakening as a Prototype of the Novel of Awakening, in Women's Experience," pp. 26-33.
Rowe, Anne E., "Kate Chopin" in Fifty Southern Writers before 1900, pp.133-143.
Scott, Anne Firor, The Southern Lady: From Pedestal to Politics, 1830-1930. Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1970.
Seyersted, Per, Kate Chopin. A Critical Biography, Baton Rouge, Louisiana: Louisiana State University Press, 1969.
__________ and Emily Toth, eds., A Kate Chopin Miscellany, Natchitoches: Northwestern State University Press, 1979.
__________ "Kate Chopin" in American Literary Realism, 1870-1910, Vol. 3, No. 2, Spring 1970. Dept. of English, The University of Texas at Arlington.
Showalter, Elaine, ed., The New Feminist Criticism: Essays on Women, Literature and Theory. New York: Pantheon, 1985.
__________, Sister's Choice, Tradition and Change in American Women's Writing. The Clarendon Lectures, 1989. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1991.
__________, "Tradition and the Female Talent: The Awakening as a Solitary Book," in New Essays on the Awakening, pp. 33-55.
Sims, Barbara, "Emersonian Idealism and Kate Chopin's The Awakening" (Unpublished paper).
Skaggs, Peggy, Kate Chopin. Boston: Twayne Publishers, 1985.
Sloane, David E. "Kate Chopin's European Consciousness" in American Literary Realism, 1870-1910, Vol. 8, No. 3, Summer, 1975. Seminar Moderator, MLA Conference on American Literary Realism, 1975.
Stayley, Laura, "Suffrage Movement in St. Louis during the 1870s," in Gateway Heritage, Vol. 3, No. 4, Spring, 1983, pp. 34-41.
Stepenoff, Bonnie, "Kate Chopin in `Out-At-The-Elbows' St Louis" in Gateway Heritage, Summer, 1990, pp. 62-67.
Stevens, Walter B. "Conde Louis Benoist" (in which Louis A. Benoist is also portrayed); "Eugene Hunt Benoist;" "Howard Benoist;" and "Lee Benoist." Brief biographical sketches in St.Louis: History of the Fourth City, 1763-1909. Chicago and St. Louis: The S.J. Clarke Publishing Co., 1909, pp. 86, 89, 400, 872-874.
Taylor, Helen, Gender, Race and Region in the Writings of Grace King, Elizabeth McEnery Stuart, and Kate Chopin.
Toth, Emily, Kate Chopin. Austin: University of Texas Press, 1990.
__________, "Kate Chopin's North Louisiana Awakening," in Louisiana Endowment for the Humanities, Winter, 1993, pp.12-18.
__________, "Kate Chopin and Literary Convention: 'Desiree's Baby'" in Southern Studies, Vol. XX, No. 2, 1981, pp. 201-208.
__________, "Kate Chopin on Divine Love and Suicide: Two Rediscovered Articles," in American Literature, Vol. 63, No. 1, March 1991, pp.114-121.
__________, "The Independent Woman and Free Love." Massachusetts Review, 16 (Autumn 1975), pp. 647-664.
__________, "St Louis and the Fiction of Kate Chopin," in Missouri Historical Society, 32 (October, 1975) pp. 33-50.
Turnell, Martin, "Maupassant," in The Art of French Fiction. New York, New Directions, 1959, pp. 93-97.
Turner, Frederick, Spirit of Place: The Making of an American Literary Landscape. Washington, D.C.: Island Press, 1989.
Wilson, Edmund, Patriotic Gore.
__________, ed., The Shock of Recognition. New York, N.Y.: Farrar, Straus and Cudahy, 1967.
Walker, Nancy, "Feminist or Naturalist: The Social Context of Kate Chopin's The Awakening," in Southern Quarterly, 17 (1979), pp. 95-103.
Wolff, Cynthia G., "Kate Chopin and the Fiction of Limits: 'Desiree's Baby'" in Southern Literary Journal, 10, Spring, 1978, pp.123-33
Wood, Ann Douglas, "The Literature of Impoverishment: Women Local Colorists in America 1865-1914" in Women's Studies, Vol. 1, No. 1, 1972.
Zabel, Morton Dauwen, Literary Opinion in America. New York: Harper and Brothers, 1937.
Ziff, Larzer, The American 1890s: Life and Times of a Lost Generation. New York: Viking, 1966.
Primary Sources:
From the Missouri Historical Society:
Kate Chopin Papers
Kate Chopin Account Ledger with Houghton Mifflin and Co, February 28, 1902
"Katie O'Flaherty, St. Louis. 1867" ( Commonplace Book,1867-1870)
"Impressions 1894" (May 4,1894-October 26, 1896)
"Leaves of Affection."
"Leilia. Polka for Piano." Undated. Published for the author by H. Rollman and Sons, St. Louis, 1888.
Correspondence: R.E. Lee Gibson to Mrs. Chopin, April 28, 1899. ALS. Lewis B. Ely to Mrs. Chopin, April 28, 1899. Lewis B. Ely to Ms. Chopin, May 13, 1899. L. to "My Dear Little Katie", May 16, 1899. Sue V. Moore (Publisher of St. Louis Life from 1890-1896) to K.Chopin, (on response to The Awakening). Letter fragment regarding The Awakening.
Essays: "Crumbling Idols by Hamlin Garland" in Life, October 6, 1894. "The Real Edwin Booth." Undated. in St. Louis Life, October 13, 1894. "Emile Zola's Lourdes" in St. Louis Life, November 17, 1894. "The Western Association of Writers" in Critic, July 7, 1894.
Logbooks
Wednesday Club of St. Louis Reciprocity Day, "An Afternoon with St.Louis Authors," Wednesday, November 29, 1899.
St. Louis Society Scrapbook, 1889-1906, p. 100.
From the Cammie Henry Research Center, Watson Library, Northwestern State University of Louisiana:
Benoist, Clemence, " My Native Town," a handwritten essay about Cloutierville when she was a student at Grand Coteau (Sacred Heart Academy in Louisiana).
Melrose Collection
Arthur Babb Sketchbook (material on Brazeales)
Death notices of Mrs. Marie Chopin Breazeale
Mildred McCoy Collection
Various materials on Kate Chopin, Oscar Chopin, Bayou Folk Museum, letters and some photographs
Box 5 holds Oscar Chopin papers:
(Leases, Sales, Tax papers, Mortgage Papers from Citizens' Bank of Louisiana)
Court Case involving Oscar Chopin, Executor, Vs the U.S., No 592, French and American Claims Commission.
"Sucession Oscar Chopin, Dec'd"
Review of At Fault in The Enterprise in Natchitoches, December, 1890.
Correspondence: Kate Chopin to the Editor of The Enterprise, in response to the review of At Fault, December 9, 1890. Fragment of a handwritten letter describing racial violence in Natchitoches Parish in 1876, author unknown.
From the Library of Congress:
19th century Guides to St. Louis:
The St. Louis Guide, St. Louis: F.W. Benton and Company, 1888.
Strangers' Guide to the City of St. Louis, St. Louis: T.K.Sage and Co.
From Oakland, Afton Historical Society:
Correspondence, James Murrin to J.H. Tighe Jan 7, 1868. (Alludes to Mrs. Thomas O'Flaherty, Jennie and Katie O'Flaherty)
Stories and Poems (Handwritten or Original Publication):
"A Little Free Mulatto"
"Alone"
"An Embarrassing Position" One act Comedy by Kate Chopin. Printed
"A Scrap and A Sketch", Retitled by hand as "The Night Came Slowly"
"The Christ Light" Original issue of Syndicated American Press Association story retitled "The Going a. of Liza. "
"The Dream of an Hour" (Vogue, December 6, 1894)
"Reve D'une Heure" (Translation of "The Dream of an Hour")
"Emancipation. A Life Fable." Undated; late 1869 or early 1870.
"The Maid of Saint Phillippe"
"The Storm: A Sequel to the 'Cadian Ball.&quot July 19, 1898.
"Two Portraits"
At Fault (Novel) July 5, 1889-April 20, 1890. Published for the author by Nixon Jones Printing Co., St. Louis, Sept., 1890.
A Night in Acadie (Collected short stories) Chicago: Way and Williams, 1897.
Bayou Folk (Collected short stories). Boston: Hougton Mifflin and Co, 1894.
The Awakening, (June (?)1897-Jan 21, 1898. Chicago and New York: Herbert S. Stone and Co, 1899.
Newspaper Articles:
"A St. Louis Woman Who Has Won Fame In Literature," in St. Louis Post Dispatch, Magazine Section, Sunday, November 26, 1899.
Bassford, Homer, "Louis A. Benoist Quieted Bank Run Here Century Ago by Paying in Full All Who Asked Cash," in St. Louis Star and Times, May 30, 1933. (From Oakland Papers, Afton Historical Society.)
"Dr. William Taussig tells of the Gasconade Disaster," St. Louis Republic, November 1, 1905.
"The Gasconade," A poem in The Leader, Literary Department, November 17, 1855
"O'Flaherty's Fatal Ride" The St. Louis Daily Times, Monday December 29, 1873 (contemporary account of the death of Kate Chopin's brother, Thomas O'Flaherty).
Newsclippings re Death of Thomas O'Flaherty. November 10, 1855, with Ms fragment and photograph of Kitty Garesche (1870) on verso.
"Open to Hermann," in The Leader, Saturday, December 22, 1855. p. 7 (small article on the aftermath of the wreck of the Gasconade bridge).
"Recalls the Noted Gasconade Horror," Globe Democrat, November 2, 1913 (Missouri Historical Society Vertical File).
"Seventeen Persons Killed. Great Numbers Wounded" The Leader, Saturday, November 3, 1855.
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mxsmwndr · 4 years
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Pillow Fights Solve Everything
(fem!version)
Pairing: Ben Parish x Reader
Summary: You and Ben are secretly dating--or so you think (pre-waves). (Would this be considered an AU?)
Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name
Warnings: None? It's unedited... but so are all of my others.
A/N: So this idea sounded a lot better in my mind, but I decided it was too late to turn back. Click here for the male!reader version and here for the gendernotspecified!version!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ben, or you. Only Calvin.
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Calvin Scott was Ben Parish's best friend. He told him everything. Ben as well.
Or at least that was what Cal assumed.
He never assumed that Ben had a secret girlfriend. Let alone, that his secret girlfriend would be you. But he did, and you were. A little over two months ago Ben asked you out, and of course, you said yes. However, the two of you decided to keep it a secret, considering Ben had a group of crazy fangirls constantly trailing him, and your (parent/guardian) didn't like him one bit. But the fact that your friend groups didn't like each other didn't help, either.
In a way, the two of you were like Romeo and Juliet. But, you guys were smart enough to check for a pulse before jumping to conclusions if someone died. So maybe it was more like Danny and Sandy.
"Ben."
"Ben!"
"BEN!"
Ben Parish jumped in his chair slightly, "What?" He asked Cal.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked. He must have seen the confusion written on Ben's face, because he followed up with: “You’re staring at her again. Forget it, man. She’s off limits.” Cal said, shaking his head while he frowned.
Ben knew better than to roll his eyes, so he didn’t. But he was *this* close to. Instead, he sighed, and moved his attention to the food in front of him.
“Seriously, man,” Cal said. “There something goin’ on with you?”
“N-no,” Ben said. He just wanted to go home, with you in his arms, and play with your hair as you fell asleep. “Why?” He asked, looking over to Cal once again.
“You keep staring at that girl for like, the thousandth time.” Cal reminded him.
Ben rolled his eyes, “It’s not the thousandth...” He said.
“Mm-hmm. And I’m going to become a professional softball player. Look, I get t, you like her, but you know you can’t have her--”
“Says who?”
“Everyone!” Cal said a little too loudly. The cafeteria fell silent, and everyone stared, including you. Soon, everyone went back to their conversations. 
Cal sighed, and closed his eyes. “Just... please don’t get involved with this. It’s... it’s not worth it. There are plenty of other girls for you that aren’t her. Like... Janie? What about her?”
“Janie Fredericksen?” Ben asked, but shook his head.
He didn’t want just ‘any other girl’, he wanted you.
And it killed Cal inside.
--
You giggled at Ben’s corniness, and lightly pushed him. He leaned back, but not for long. Suddenly, his hand was under your chin, and your laugh stopped. Your heart rate sped up once you saw his eyes flicker to your lips, and you hoped Ben couldn’t notice. You leaned in, and Ben did as well, taking your gesture as an OK.
Your moment was interrupted by the sound of a door slamming open, and someone dropping textbooks. You jumped at the sudden noise, away from Ben, and looked to the source of the disruption.
It was Calvin Scott.
"Oh shit." Ben cursed under his breath.
Cal stood in front of you two, bug-eyed and jaw dropped.
"Ben? Was that you?" Mrs. Parish's voice came from downstairs.
Ben cleared his throat, "Uh... yeah. Yeah, I uh, just dropped my books."
"Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah. Yep." Ben said, not daring to drop eye contact with Cal. "We're fine."
"Okay, then," she said.
Cal blinked, and that must have set everything off.
"Listen, I can explain--"
Cal scoffed, "Yeah, you better." He shot out. "I'm givin' you thirty seconds. Go."
"Okay, so basically I've been dating (Y/n) for the past two months, but it's been the best two months of my life, and I know it's wrong but I love her, and she loves me and we're so happy and... please, Cal, don't be mad."
"Mad? Mad?! How can I not be mad?!? I just found out my best friend literally is Romeo, and he's dating Juliet!" Cal threw his hands up in the air. "I can't believe--"
"I know, I know. But--"
"No!" Cal said, pointing a finger at Ben. "You don't get to talk."
"Then can I?" You asked. Cal froze, and stared at you. "I understand why you're mad. If I were you, I'd be too, but give me five minutes. Okay? Just five minutes..." You trailed off. Cal stared at you, but you took that as a yes. "Okay, so like Ben said, we've been dating for about two months now, and it's been great. Everything's perfect... almost. Now I get why you're mad, because I'd be too, if I was in your shoes. But I'm not.
"Anyway, he wanted to tell you about us, Ben did. You were the first person he asked if he could tell, but I said no. I know it's stupid and selfish, but you know how things are. It just wouldn't work out, no matter how hard we wanted it to. Especially if we wanted it to.
"Ben and I... I don't know how to say it. We're... everything just feels so perfect when I'm with him. Like nothing can go wrong. Lkke there's no south side, no north side, nothing. No rivalries, or fights... you know?" Cal slowly nodded his head, and you sighed. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love Ben, and you should too. You're his best friend, nothing can change that. Not me, not you, not even some stupid rivalry. So if you're going to end your friendship with him because of me, don't. It's not worth it, trust me."
It took Cal exactly three tries to get the words out of his mouth, but once he finally did, he said: "But why didn't you tell me?"
You and Ben exchanged looks, and Ben sighed. "I don't know, man. I just... I got nothing."
"It was me," You said. "Like I said, I told him not to. You know, 'cause of the rules."
Cal looked to you when you spoke, the Ben, as if he needed conformation. Ben nodded his head, and that was all Cal needed.
He closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with two fingers. "I just... wow." He said. "This is... what am I supposed to say to this?" Cal asked, his eyes flickering towards yours for a second, before going back to Ben's.
Ben's eyes widened, and he threw his hands back in surrender. "Don't look at me! I don't know! (Y/n), help!"
You smiled, "How am I supposed to know?" You asked, slyly grabbing a pillow from behind Ben. Suddenly, you wacked him with it. Right in the face.
Ben fell back onto the bed, and you tossed another pillow to Cal, who caught it and ran over to Ben. The boys laughed, while hitting each other in what soon became a full on 'pillow war'. You laughed as well, until Ben's mom interrupted the three of you.
She knocked on the door, before opening it. "Ben, does Cal want to--oh!" She said, scanning her sons' room, and then your faces. She stopped at yours, making you nervous. But she soon smiled, "Who's this?"
Cal and Ben shared an obvious panicked expression, so you decided to step in. "I'm (Y/n), we're partners for a science project." You turned your phone on, and read the time. "And uh, it's actually getting kinda late, so I gotta go. Cya later, Ben. Cal." You said, mocking a salute as you rose off of Ben's bed.
"She's cute!" You heard Ben's mom say.
"Mom!" Ben shouted, causing you to smirk, while Calvin bursted into a fit of laughter.
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Ikea with Nick Imagine
Request: Yes for @shutupandbemyprince
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Nick Robinson x You
Warnings: none
A/n this is so bad I'm so sorry I haven't written anything in so long!!!!
About a week ago my boyfriend Nick and I moved into our first apartment with each other. Sadly we have have no furniture except a bed, our bathroom essentials and clothes. We have both been busy with moving and work to get anything and sadly neither of us own furniture. 
While hanging up the last of our clothes Nick came over to me wrapping his arms around my waist. “I love this apartment so much.” He told me laying his head on top of mine. “I know I love it too. I can't wait till we have furniture and won't have to sit on the floor while we eat diner and watch tv though.” I told him causing him to laugh. 
“Let’s go.” He said taking my hand and leading me outside and into the car saying nothing else. Dating Nick you get used to his little adventures and love them just as much as him.After about a 15 minute drive we pull up to an ikea. “Lets go furniture shopping.’’ He said excitedly jumping out of the car and running to open my door. Once I am out of the car he grabs my hand pulling us into Ikea.Once inside he grabs a cart and makes me sit in it earning weird looks from people around us. But none of that bothered us. 
Once we are away from everyone he starts running down all the aisles grabbing anything that looked important and throwing them in the cart. Throughout the aisles all you heard was us laughing because we are both children.
The cart was almost full so I got out because I was being squished which made Nick complain cause he wanted to keep pushing me. I shook my head at him laughing at his pouting cute face. “You are so cute.” You told him throwing a throw pillow at his face laughing at his reaction. “I can't believe you.” He said trying to act mad taking another pillow and throwing it at me causing me to laugh more. By the time we were done throwing pillows at each other the aisle was covered. We cleaned them up taking a couple we liked and once done we ran out of the aisle so we wouldn't get in trouble. We do not need to be getting kicked out of anymore stores.
“What else do we need babe?” He asked following me. “I think maybe just a table and a couch.’’ I told him looking through the cart at everything we have so far. Once we were done picking out the rest of what we needed we paid and headed home.
After finishing setting everything up we laid on the couch cuddling admiring our new apartment which finally had furniture. “I am so happy we get to come home to each other everyday now I hated when you left.” I said giving him a kiss.
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