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cursemewithyourkiss · 5 months
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Ronald Colman as Sydney Carton in A TALE OF TWO CITIES (1935)
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krunchycrispy · 3 months
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I like to think that Inspector Goole and The Ghost Of Christmas Yet To Come are good friends
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life-spire · 1 year
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literarylondonhq · 1 month
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British Spanish ‘Literature’. Oh and drinking..!
Some of the Brit Gang tonight! An all Brit’ Pub Crawl tonight! Preparing to enjoy some ‘inspiration’ at Bradley’s Spanish Bar. Join us! We’re out every Saturday – or why not book a private soiree! http://www.LondonLiteraryPubCrawl.com
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bluesadansey · 6 months
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well. you can’t say cc isn’t consistent with This specifically
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morgenstern16 · 1 month
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As far as I'm concerned Chilchuck Dunmeshi is the only really good usage of the "looks like a kid but is actually an adult" trope in anime. On the outside he looks like a Charles Dickens orphan asking for gruel but on the inside he's a middle-aged divorced father of three who runs a union, smokes, and drinks like a fish
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(via Dickens Cider Every Girl Loves a Dickens Cider Essential T-Shirt by TheFutureShop ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐)
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muffinapologist · 1 year
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“Stop calling wrightworth old men they’re only 24-32″ you don’t understand, when we call them old men it has nothing to do with age. 
Miles Edgeworth was an old man at 9 years old. He dresses like a 17th century vampire. He deadass uses a phone in his office from the 19th century. He talks like he’s in a dickens novel. His hobby is drinking tea and playing chess with himself. Phoenix Wright canonically doesn’t know how to use a computer. Despite ostensibly being a millennial he’s used the same Nokia phone for the last 15 years that’s now held together with packaging tape. He complains about his back aching and calls people 7 years his junior kids.  It’s about the mindset. The personality. On all levels except physical they are old fogeys 
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astonmartinii · 3 months
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a very nonsense christmas | charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x fem singer!reader
face claim: sabrina carpenter
based on this request: Hi, how are you can you please write something with Charles x singer reader like a part 2 of "nonsense... or is it?" based on Santa doesn't know you like I do music video something very wholesome idk you can ignore this if you want, hope you have a good day/night 🤍 - @rana030
MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI? | PART ONE
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yourusername: do you hear those slay bells ringing? i love christmas so much that i'm giving you guys six new songs for this holiday season !!
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user1: mama is going straight on the nice list for this one
user2: christmas is saved
charles_leclerc: so proud of you cherie
yourusername: says the muse
charles_leclerc: you're my angel on the top of the tree
yourusername: as long as you're under the tree ready to be unwrapped
pierregasly: STOP
alexalbon: we MUST protect the sanctity of christmas
yourusername: oh alex, do not listen to the ep...
alexalbon: too late just pressed play
alexalbon: YOU NEED THE CHARLES DICKENS ???
yourusername: amazing word play, am i right?
alexalbon: no.
charles_leclerc: he doesn't meant that babe. lily has a commitment, he's just lonely
user3: y/n was like "if you weren't aware, i am getting DICKED DOWN for christmas"
user4: as much as i'd peel all of my skin off to be in either of their positions, good for her
maxverstappen1: i think nonsense christmas has single handedly killed my investigative journalism career. i am not analysing charles' massive sack
yourusername: damn right you won't be
charles_leclerc: maybe you should analyse it, you could learn something from it
maxverstappen1: hOW DARE YOU
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yourusername: thank you to all the lovely people who came to the fruitcake release party ! xx
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user7: CHARLES AND TRAVIS IN ONE PLACE ALERT
user8: so does this mean we can get a y/n and charles appearance on the new heights podcast?
charles_leclerc: do you think people could tell i was about to pass out while playing the piano?
yourusername: definitely not !
maxverstappen1: yes we could
charles_leclerc: WHAT I WAS JUST NERVOUS AND I DIDN'T WANT TO LET Y/N DOWN AND TAYLOR WAS THERE SO I DIDN'T WANT TO EMBARRASS MYSELF
maxverstappen1: okay i didn't need the pity party. you were good, unfortunately very good. i need to learn piano now. i have to beat you in everything
yourusername: maybe you should've forgone the santa suit... it was quite warm
charles_leclerc: but you wanna be mrs claus ? (i also have a big north pole lol)
alexalbon: ENOUGH
user9: wait so like, was the grid at the release party?
user10: based on most of their instagram stories, and y/n's stories i'm gonna say yes
taylorswift: i had so much fun !! i love fruitcake and tell charlie his piano was great
charles_leclerc: SUCK ON THAT @maxverstappen1
taylorswift: ?
charles_leclerc: we've got bad blood taylor's version featuring kendrick lamar?
taylorswift: i see
maxverstappen1: he's the reason we can't have nice things
user11: someone free taylor from lestappen
killatrav: okay. the girls throw the best parties. esteban and pierre i own your team now, you guys gotta get better at drinking
yourusername: careful travis they're french ...
killtrav: is your boyfriend not also french? he's like a puppy dog
yourusername: HE'S MONAGASQUE
charles_leclerc: i am NOT french
estebanocon: i only threw up because eggnog is not what you guys advertise it to be
pierregasly: i'm not gonna lie i don't remember even seeing you last night
user12: okay so get invited to one of these parties is definitely on the bucket list now
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charles_leclerc: charles and travis 🤝 just happy we got a chance
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user13: if he's not like them i don't want it
user14: if santa doesn't pull through with a man like them under my tree this year ... imma be mad
killatrav: travis and charles 🤝 having girlfriends that make us giggle and swing our feet
charles_leclerc: does the honeymoon phase ever finish?
killtrav: well it definitely hasn't for me
maxverstappen1: NOOOOOOOOOOOO
alexalbon: say it ain't so
yourusername: haters gonna hate 😎
alexalbon: he is so happy it is bordering on insufferable
charles_leclerc: alex :(
alexalbon: i am very happy for you charlie and lily is definitely very happy for you, but if you talk to me for the TWELVE HOUR flight to brazil again i will terminate this friendship
killtrav: i am so confused
user15: poor travis and taylor are just being exposed to the grid chaos
yourusername: you posting this like i'm not the luckiest girl in the world
charles_leclerc: i just love you so much and i'm so glad you shortlisted me for your music video
yourusername: yeah spolier alert there was no shortlist. i wanted you and i didn't want to get out right rejected...
charles_leclerc: as if i would reject any offer from you i think i would've torn down maranello if they said i wasn't allowed to be in it
scuderiaferrari: ?
user16: i'm so obsessed with how much charles has embraced the wag life
user17: can't believe i get to live a life where i can bop along to music about how good in bed charles leclerc is
user18: they better not break up cause i may be tifosi but i shall be streaming
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yourusername: santa doesn't know you like i do baby
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user21: all i want for christmas is even more y/n and charles content
user22: mum and dad have kept us fed over the winter break
user23: i'm not ready for them to be separated when the season starts again :(
charles_leclerc: not to be that person but we're so hot
yourusername: no, you should say it louder
charles_leclerc: WE'RE HOT
maxverstappen1: can you people knock it off or we're not coming to your christmas party
yourusername: ERM ??? 🫤
alexalbon: you people have single handedly made me the grinch
yourusername: but but but ??? you all begged for an invite :(
charles_leclerc: FAKE and that's why you're all getting coal from us
user24: my god i am so lonely
user25: if i don't wake up to a charles shape gift under my tree i will not make it to next christmas
danielricciardo: just to be sure, this party is not going to be filmed and turned into a music video?
yourusername: it's just an old-fashioned shin dig girly don't worry
yourusername: or by the tone of this, should i be worried?
danielricciardo: no!
charles_leclerc: do NOT ruin my home please
danielricciardo: no promises xoxoxo
user26: y/n might want to film the party but I NEED THE FOOTAGE
user27: @tedkravitz boy do i have a gig for you
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danielricciardo: do NOT drink the eggnog at a y/n christmas party this is a public safety announcement
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user28: i would commit unspeakable crimes to be present here
yourusername: if you weren't a fake fan you would've listened to fruitcake and would know we spike the eggnog 🤷‍♀️
danielricciardo: i am a fan !!!!!!!!!
yourusername: you asked me and yuki how we escaped the north pole last night
yukitsunoda0511: don't think i've forgotten about that, say goodbye to a tow in quali old man
danielricciardo: IT WAS A COMPLIMENT ELVES ARE CUTE?
charles_leclerc: don't call my girlfriend cute that's my job 🤨
danielricciardo: do you people ever let me live? i am battling a hangover like no other please stop shouting at me
charles_leclerc: maybe someone of your old age should manage his drink better
danielricciardo: THAT'S IT I'M GOING
yourusername: thanks we did actually want the kitchen floor back
user29: daniel calling y/n and yuki elves kills me
yourusername: we're not elf height we're cutie patootie height 💅
yukitsunoda0511: amen
alexalbon: i will endure the torture because that was fucking insane
maxverstappen1: @yourusername you're in charge of all after parties now sorry
yourusername: let charlie win and you got a deal
maxverstappen1: i'd rather drink my gin and tonic in a ditch than let that happen
charles_leclerc: BOOO
alexalbon: cocktail recipe immediately @yourusername
yourusername: you've changed your tune ?
alexalbon: i had fun, sue me. plus i am actually happy for charlie but please no more singing about his dick
yourusername: i can't make any promises
charles_leclerc: and there's plenty of material to get the creative juices flowing
alexalbon: FUCK OFF
maxverstappen1: FUCK OFF
user30: the grid will never know peace, not even at christmas time
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charles_leclerc: nothing like the holidays with the love of your life
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user35: how down bad all men should be
yourusername: best holidays ever !!!! love you charlie xx
charles_leclerc: my christmas wish last year came true, and now you're stuck with me
yourusername: no one i would rather be stuck with
charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU
yourusername: I LOVE YOU MORE
user36: good thing i got presents this year or the sheer sight of this couple would make me so jealous i would spontaneously combust
user37: real
landonorris: you will see to the crime of the stupid amount of mistletoe you had up at that damn party
charles_leclerc: have you seen y/n? (don't answer that) obviously i want any excuse to kiss her
landonorris: i DON'T CARE I HAD TO KISS DANIEL FIVE TIMES I WILL NEVER RECOVER
danielricciardo: i know you enjoyed baby
landonorris: @yourusername @charles_leclerc YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS
yourusername: idk it looked like you enjoyed it to me
landonorris: you WATCHED?
yourusername: i filmed it :) top blackmail material, don't crash into charlie OR ELSE
charles_leclerc: thanks babe
landonorris: @georgerussell63 get the gdpa to intervene nOW
georgerussell63: eh i'm quite entertained
user38: this really is the giving season huh
arthurleclerc: do i mean nothing to you?
charles_leclerc: you're nowhere near as cute as y/n 🤷‍♀️
yourusername: awwwww charlie
arthurleclerc: EXCUSE ME? WHAT HAPPENED TO CHRISTMAS SPIRIT?
user39: charles is really ride or die lol
note: have a very merry christmas! i hope you guys all have a great holiday season and enjoy this quick one! i've been super busy but wanted to give you all a lil christmas treat - much love xx
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cal-flakes · 9 months
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i’m in loveeee can you do dealer! rafe x reader their first time together smut
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╰┈➤ corrupted by dealer!rafe
warnings: sex, choking, praise. (not proofread yet)
summary: dealer!rafe pounces on the chance to corrupt the good girl.
rafe sighed as he poured another drink, eyeing her from his spot on the couch, packets of powdered scattered on the table.
the way she moved earned a strain in his pants as he watched her talking to the people around her, the ribbon in her hair slowly coming undone.
he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, gripping the arm of the chair. rafe was absolutely infatuated with her. the way she’d place a hand on his arm when they spoke, utterly oblivious to the filth running through his mind.
his attention was drawn away by topper’s slurred words, something about another line.
she whirled around the room, greeting each person with a friendly smile.
“ahh! what a pleasure it is to see you again miss y/l/n!” a tall blonde called from the drinks table, feigning a british accent.
eyebrows raised, she gave him an endearing hug. “it’s certainly been a while mr maybank!” she laughed, entertaining the accent.
rafe narrowed his eyes at the pair, jaw clenched. he hated the way she was so sweet to everyone on the island, pogue and kooks included. it made him furious to watch the suggestive glances she was given by whoever she passed, blissfully unaware of the dirty comments they made to their friends once she’d turned away.
truthfully, rafe had no right to feel that way, to scare away any possible interests when she wasn’t looking. they weren’t together. sure, they’d shared a few kisses over the years, childish crushes and whatnot, but they weren’t an item.
but in his mind, she was his. she’d been his since the day ward and rose has asked her to tutor wheezie. she’d arrive at tannyhill in the early evening, every tuesday and wednesday, to help his youngest sister with her english literature assignments.
she had no idea what she was doing to him, or so he thought, when she’d stroke a gentle finger over his forearm in the kitchen, or when she’d bend over to grab something she’d dropped, the supple skin of her cheeks peeking out under one of her numerous golf skirts.
the veins in his arms could’ve broken the skin if he’d gripped the arm of the chair any tighter. his chest heaved slightly as he tried to calm the unbridled rage building up inside of him.
he’d concentrated on his breathing for so long that he’d lost sight of them once he’d finally calmed down, scanning the room frantically for her small frame.
out of no where, he felt two frail hands grasp his shoulder. tipping his head back, he give her a tight lipped smile, jaw still tense.
prodding his nose from above, she grinned at him. “hello rafael..” she mocked, giggling at his sudden frown.
“hello y/f/n..” he sighed, looking up at the way the gloss on her lips reflected the dim light of the room.
“no shakespeare tonight huh?” he joked, watching as she rounded the sofa, taking the open space next to him.
y/n swatted his chest playfully. “we’re going through charles dickens now, idiot..”
the pair laughed through their small talk, sinking comfortable into their places on the couch.
y/n was in middle of explaining pathetic fallacy to him when a drunken party goer stumbled over a stray chair, spilling his drink over both of them.
leaping from his chair, rafe grabbed the boy by his shirt, snarling at him. “watch what your fucking doing!”
“rafe..it’s fine, honestly..” she pleaded, shimmying between the two. sighing, he let go of the boys top, making sure to shove him away.
“come with me, i’ll find a change of clothes for you..” rafe grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd of young adults.
entering his room, he rounded the bed to look through his closet. “i’d give you something of sarah’s, but she keeps her room locked when i throw parties..”
“that’s okay, i’m sure a hoodie will do, and i can bring it back next time i’m here..” she smiled, her song-like voice invading his senses.
he placed a large black hoodie on the bed before removing his own shirt.
she shrugged the hoodie over her head, facing the mirror. her brows furrowed as her eyes landed on the hem of the material, lingering around her mid-thighs.
a low chuckle drew her attention away, turning to look at him. the snarky words about to leave her mouth were disregarded when she took in the sight before her.
she couldn’t help he stare as he stood across the room, his bare back on display while he rifled through his clothes.
catching her in the mirror, he smirked. “something you like?” he asked mischievously, fiddling with the new shirt in his hands as he stopped towards her.
y/n’s breath hitched as the smell of his cologne suffocated her, closing in. “it’s okay if there is angel..” rafe teased, brushing a few stray hairs behind her ear.
she mentally cursed herself, unable to think of words to get her out of this. she had the opportunity to put a stop to his flirting, to simply back away and return to the party. but she didn’t want to, nor could she.
the desire for him to take her ran so deep, her feet felt as though they’d been cemented down.
all the deep and dark fantasies she’d had about him sprung to mind, baffling her in the moment.
y/n returned to reality once they were nose to nose. her lips parted slightly as their hungry eyes met, begging for release.
“fuck it..” she muttered, planting a wet kiss on his lips.
his hand wrapped around her waist instinctively as he deepened the kiss, tangling the other in her hair.
moaning into the kiss as he pulled, she pushed him back towards the bed, falling on top of him as his back met the mattress.
his roaming hands danced up her thighs, gripping her hips as she ground down on him. “fuck..” he muttered, hastily flipping their position.
he smirked menacingly as his chain now dangled above her, brushing her lips.
“tell me what you want princess..” he whispered, pressing teasing kisses along her neck, grazing his teeth against her skin.
she mewled underneath him while his fingers worked their way around her clothed clit. “you-your cock..”
“such dirty words baby..you gonna be good for me?” he taunted, discarding his clothes in a flash.
nodding, she let out a moan as he moved her panties to the side, pushing his fingers through her folds.
rafe released a heavy breath as he watched her features change, mouth agape as her chest heaved.
a content feeling ran through him as he watched the pleasure wash over her, pleasure he was giving her. maybe now, he could rightfully claim her as his.
she whined at the sudden emptiness as she clenched around nothing, rafe having retracted his fingers.
“so needy angel, be patient..” he cooed, pushing the tip of his cock through her wet folds, painfully slowly.
“f-fuck, rafe, faster..” she cried, the crescent shape of her nails digging into her shoulder blades. “what’s the magic word princess?” he teased, wrapping a strong hand around her throat.
“p-please, please!” y/n wailed, tensing at the sudden harsh thrust.
rafe moved at an angry pace, grunting and groaning as her walls closed around his length.
“you gonna cum for me baby?..” he groaned, rubbing her clit furiously as she trembled beneath him. tears cascaded down her flushed cheeks while she nodded, her stomach tightening.
“that’s it baby, cum for me..” he demanded, squeezing her throat as he continued drilling into her.
her frame vibrated as her release surged through her, strangled cries escaping her lips.
slowing his pace, rafe pressed soft kisses to the purple bruises littering her breasts, filling her up.
she whined as he pulled away, desperate for his soothing touch. he lifted her body carefully, worried any more rough movements would break her.
he slipped under the covers, pulling her into his side as he stroked her hair.
“im sorry if that was too much for you angel..” he cooed, revelling in the warm radiating from her. “it wasn’t, i loved it..” she giggled, nuzzling further into his arm.
“i hope you know, you belong to me now..” he smirked, eyeing the hickeys and bruises dotted around from her neck to her thighs.
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On January 14th 1872 Edinburgh’s world famous dog, Greyfriars Bobby died.
For many visitors to Edinburgh, a must-see is the statue of Greyfriar's Bobby on George IV Bridge and, although it's officially frowned upon, rubbing Bobby's nose for luck. The true story of Greyfriar's Bobby is so enchanting that even Walt Disney decided to make a movie about him.
Greyfriars Bobby was a Skye Terrier who became famous in the 19th century for his unwavering loyalty to his owner. In 1850 John Gray, his wife, Jess and their son John arrived in Edinburgh. John was a gardener but could not find employment in his new hometown, so he worked as a night watchman for the Edinburgh Police Force.
It was a lonely job, so to keep him company, he bought a wee Skye Terrier, who he called Bobby. Soon John and Bobby became inseparable through the long winter nights they maintained a watch over their charges.
Edinburgh's damp and murky weather eventually took its toll on John, who was diagnosed with tuberculosis. Despite treatment from the Police Surgeon, John died on 15th February 1858 and was buried in Greyfriar's Kirkyard.
Bobby, who had never been apart from John, refused to leave the cemetery and stayed by his owner's grave. Despite the efforts of the graveyard staff to evict Bobby, he always returned and eventually, they gave up and provided little Bobby with shelter beside John's Grave.
Word of Bobby's loyalty quickly spread, and he became a local sensation. It is said that crowds would gather outside the graveyard at one o'clock each day. When Edinburgh's famous one o'clock gun was fired, Bobby would leave the grave and join local joiner William Dow for a walk to a local coffee shop.
John and Bobby visited Traill’s Temperance Coffee House on their rounds, and Bobby was always given something to eat by the owner John  Traill. This tradition continued after John's passing, thanks to the generosity of the owner.
A new by-law was passed by the Edinburgh Council in 1867, making it mandatory that all dogs had a licence and a collar. The Lord Provost of Edinburgh, Sir William Chalmers, undertook to pay for Bobby's licence, and he received a collar with the inscription "Greyfriar's Bobby from the Lord Provost 1867 Licensed".
If you visit the Museum of Edinburgh on the Royal Mile, you can see Bobby's collar and drinking bowl. as seen in the pics, that I took in 2016/.
Bobby stayed by John's grave for 14 years until he passed in 1872. He was buried in the same cemetery, just a few feet away from his beloved owner.
Greyfriars Bobby's story is one of the most enduring tales of loyalty and devotion. It serves as a reminder of the special bond between humans and animals.
In 1981 a new headstone at Bobby's Grave was unveiled by the Duke of Gloucester. The inscription reads, "Greyfriars Bobby – Died 14 January 1872 – Aged 16 years – Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all".
The legend of Bobby touched the heart of Baroness Angelia Georgina Burdett-Coutts. She was the daughter of the banker Thomas Coutts (of Coutts Bank fame) and inherited £1.8 million on her grandfather's death, making her one of the wealthiest women in England.
Burdett-Coutts spent most of her wealth on philanthropic causes. She co-founded the Urania Cottage for "fallen young women" with Charles Dickens and became a social housing pioneer.
The Baroness got permission from Edinburgh Council to erect a statue of Bobby at the junction of Candlemakers Row and George IV Bridge, just outside Greyfriars Kirkyard. The artist William Brodie was commissioned to create the statue in 1872.
Since its unveiling, the statue of Bobby has become an important Edinburgh landmark.
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janaispunk · 6 months
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safe and sound
An injured Joel and Ellie stumble into your home in the middle of the night. Trusting them isn’t easy, but you won’t let another person die in this house. It doesn’t take long until you’re terrified of the day they’ll leave again. ~ongoing.*
no one can hurt you now
You’ve been traveling through the country with Joel and Ellie. After finally arriving in the safety of Jackson, you realize how much Joel means to you. ~1.2k
need that charles dickens
"What do you say, have I been a good elf for Santa?" "Am I Santa in that scenario?" "Sure," you grin mischievously, "if you come down my chimney." ~1.9k*
it’s nice to have a friend
Joel and you have been best friends for years, but maybe this Christmas it’s time for the both of you to admit that that’s not all you want. ~2.6k
it’s the season
Joel had promised his daughters that they would bake Christmas cookies this weekend - which turns out to be more complicated than he had anticipated. Fortunately, their new neighbor next door can help. ~1.8k
still bejeweled
After breaking up with your boyfriend, your self-esteem is crushed. Your best friend takes you to your favorite bar to take your mind off of things. There's a band is playing there tonight and the singer immediately catches your eye. Inspired by Taylor Swift's Bejeweled. ~4.4k*
making forts under covers
You and Joel wake up to a gloomy fall morning and all you want to do is drink your morning coffee and stay in bed. ~1.9k*
“be a good girl and spread your legs”
drabble. ~0.2k*
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the dress series
You’re having an affair with Dave York. When he takes you on a week-long vacation, you realize that you have deeper feelings for him than you should. ~35.4k, completed.*
wildest dreams series
You get to know your father’s new friend for the first time, but he’s a lot different than you expected. ~ongoing.*
three’s a crowd
It’s your birthday and Dave has a special surprise for you. ~3.4k*
constellations in his eyes
Your fiancé stands you up on your birthday. Dave doesn’t. ~0.7k
look at me
“You’re gonna be good and clean up after yourself, hm?” ~0.3k*
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nights are so starry, blood moonlit
Javi and you are neighbors. And friends with benefits, in a way. Things become… heated. ~1.4k*
take my hand, wreck my plans
Javi seeks out your company after a rough night. ~0.5k
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little lion
drabble, ~0.4k
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loulouwrites · 13 days
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MOMENTS . ALFIE SOLOMONS
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summary: alfie's third child is about to be born, and he reflects on the births of his eldest children. warnings: pregnancy, childbirth, traumatic birth (but it's all okay), strained familial relationships, angst (not as bad as usual), swearing, murder, drinking, unedited wordcount: 2.4k a sequel to home but can be read as a standalone. <3
Alfie called his wife's name from the bottom of the stairs, his exhasperated shout echoing up the staircase and into the master bedroom. There was no response to his call, save for a pained scream that he was almost certain was not directed at him.
He breathed a sigh, climbing the stairs to at a time and knocking on the bedroom door, his wife's cries muffled by the heavy oak door. He called her name again, louder this time. "The kids are bein' fuckin' mental, I don't know what to do with them."
The door swung open, revealing a very angry old woman. Ms Abrams was a stern woman, she had delivered hundreds of babies, including all of the Solomons children, his wife insisting she was the best midwife they could ask for - she was also one of the few people Alfie was genuinely scared of. So scared he had considered stopping getting his wife pregnant just so he'd never have to see her severe, wrinkled face ever again.
"Mr Solomons, your wife is in labour, I will not have a repeat of last time," the woman hissed at him, swatting him away with a blemished hand.
"I don't know what to do with them," Alfie said, desperately, his hands thrown out at his sides. Ms Abrams gave him a pointed look that caused him to shrink back slightly, memories of her beating him with a heavy Charles Dickens book during Bessies birth flashing in his mind.
"You're their father, Mr Solomons - figure it out," she slammed the door in his face before he could protest, and he was left to figure it out alone.
"Dad, Bessie got into your office again!" Benjamin called from the bottom of the stairs, the giggles of his little sister following his voice.
When Benjamin had been born, eight years ago, Alfie had been mortified by the entire experience. His wife had woken up in the middle of the night, in unbearable pain, gripping onto his arm so tightly that in the haze of sleep, he had reached for the gun he always kept in his bedside table.
When she had told him to call for the midwife, he had done so without hesitation, and when there was no answer, he had sent Ollie to collect her and bring her to the house personally - it was a terrible first impression for both Alfie and Ms Abrams.
When the old woman finally did arrive, she had instructed Alfie to leave.
"Go to the pub or something, it's what most men do."
But Alfie was not most men, and had insisted he be close by, just in case. It had not impressed Ms Abrams, who had rolled her eyes at the gangster as if he were a spoiled child, before telling him to wait downstairs for however long it would take.
It was three hours in when Ms Abrams came running down the stairs, hurriedly asking him where the phone was, and he directed her to it wordlessly. He asked to her what was wrong, but she had ignored him, speaking into the phone in a tone that Alfie knew too well - panicked.
His head went fuzzy as he watched the woman clutch the phone to her ear, speaking in a hushed tone to whoever was on the other end.
"We need a doctor here immediately," she had said, and Alfie had started for the stairs before either of them could blink. He ignored the protests of the older woman, rushing up the stairs and into the bedroom too fast for her to catch up and stop him.
He didn't know what he was expecting - maybe blood, maybe his wife lying lifelessly on the bed - but there was no red stains on the sheet, and she was lying on the bed, very much alive, though pale and tired.
"Alfie," she breathed out, her head flopping back on the headboard. "What's happening?"
He had no response, he just lingered in the doorway helplessly.
What was happening?
"Get out," Mrs Abrams pushed past him, a man in a nice suit following behind her, giving the scared husband a polite smile as he squeezed past.
"No," Alfie spat at her. "You tell me what's going on."
Neither of them responded, sharing a worried look, before the man kneeled at the bottom of the bed, ensuring his wife that everything was going to be fine.
Ms Abrams glanced at Alfie, and with a heavy sigh, placed a hand on his shoulder to push him out of the room, closing the door halfway so she could speak to him through the crack.
"The baby is in distress," she said, holding a hand up when Alfie went to interrupt her. "It'll be fine, Mr Solomons, the doctor is here now. I'm certain it will all be fine."
But Alfie could read the midwife's face.
She wasn't certain - how could she be?
Eveything worked out, Benjamin Solomons was born one hour later, his cries filling the house, and Alfie shot up from where he sat on the floor outside the bedroom, waiting for the door to open.
"Your son is here, Mr Solomons," Ms Abrams said, smiling for the first time since he had met her all those hours ago. He nodded at her, pushing into the room as the midwife and doctor left, not paying any mind to them as he approached the bed where his wife lay, with a now quiet baby in her arms.
Alfie had seen babies before, though they were at least a few weeks old, cleaned and dressed properly, ready to meet strangers. This one, though, was purple and swollen, with his eyes scrunched shut and his lips pursed as he took in his new surroundings.
Benjamin was an ugly baby - but he was theirs.
"Bessie, please stop," Alfie sighed at his daughter as she sped around his study, throwing pieces of paper in the air, laughing when her dad would try and catch them before they hit the floor.
She was a fast two year old, she seemed to have endless energy that didn't burn out until the very end of the day, Alfie swore she tried to tire everybody else out first.
The knock at the door interrupted Alfie's protests, and he gave up, scooping the little girl into his arms and making his way to the front door, stopping in the foyer at the sight of his mother-in-law greeting her grandson and stepping into the house.
Her eyes flickered from Benjamin to Alfie, and the smile fell from her lips, pursing into a look of disgust.
"Alfie," she nodded, scoffing when the man ignored her, spinning on his heel as his daughter laughed, reaching her arms out to her 'bubbee'.
He was sat at the kitchen table with Bessie, pretending to listen to her babbling when the woman walked in, hand in hand with Benjamin - they had always gotten along - and it pissed Alfie off like nothing else.
"How long has it been?" She asked, pulling off her gloves and sitting in the chair opposite him.
"Four hours," Benjamin said proudly - he had been counting.
"Might be a while yet," she sighed, turning to her grandson. "Why don't you take your sister to the shop and get yourselves some sweets while we wait?" She was already reaching into her purse to pull out some coins before Alfie could protest.
"Sweeties!" Bessie laughed from her seat, jumping down and pulling her big brother by his hand out of the door.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that," Alfie grumbled, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
"They're just sweets, Alfie, it won't do them any harm," she waved a dismissive arm. "Besides, it looked like you could use a break," she let her eyes trail across the room - he would admit, it had been tidier.
"Surprised to see you, don't usually show up for these things," he was challenging her, and from the way she sat up in her seat, she was ready for it.
"I'm her mother, Alfie, she asked me to be here."
"Well she's emotional," he shrugged calmly. "Pregnancy brings out her meloncholy side."
"I'm trying to be a better mother, I would appreciate it if you let me."
"Yeah," Alfie scoffed, "too little too late for me, love."
"Glass houses, Alfie," the woman glared at him. "You've hardly been an outstanding husband."
"Never threw her out on the streets, though, have I? Let me tell you somethin', you can see her as often as you like but if you dare come into my home and try and poison her, or my children, against me" he leaned forward in his chair. "Your body will be floating in the thames before those kids get home from the shop."
She seemed taken aback by his comment, and it made Alfie want to throttle her, if it wasn't for his wife upstairs, he probably would. She opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the two children running back into the house, the front door slamming shut behind them.
"Dad, she stole my cola cubes," Benjamin whined, pointing to his younger sister, who had a sly grin on her face and her hands tucked behind her back.
"I'm going to go and check on your mother," she spoke to her grandchildren, offering them a smile as she left the kitchen.
"Is mummy hurt, daddy?" Bessie asked, climbing onto his lap, a white bag of cola cubes in her hand.
"Yeah," Alfie nodded, "but not for long. It'll be over soon."
Bessie's birth had gone much smoother than Benjamin's had - from what Alfie could remember.
He hadn't been home when his wife had gone into labour, he had been at the bakery, dealing with business that could not be delegated to anybody else.
The was a rat in the bakery, and after months of searching his men had finally figured out who it was. The phone rang in his office incessantly, but nobody heard it over the sound of the man's screams from the main floor.
Rats didn't die quick. That was his policy when it came to such matters, and this day was no exception. It had taken hours for the man's body to finally give up, for his body to slump on the floor with little fight left in him, and that's when Alfie shot him in the head - like a lame horse.
It was divine retribution in a way. This man died while Alfie's daughter was being born - there was a clear winner in the scenario.
He had drank rum from the distillery after, the phone had stopped ringing and it was quiet again, and he took a moment to himself, drinking half the bottle before he decided it was time to call it a night.
He didn't drink the rum out of guilt for what he had done, nor had he done it in celebration - he just needed a moment of silence, a moment to cleanse his mind of what he had done before he went home and hugged his son and kissed his wife.
He had come home stumbling, Benjamin was already in bed, fast asleep and the house was eerily quiet - until he stumbled into the bedroom that is.
The screams were delayed when they hit his ears, a frown on his face when his bleary eyes lifted from the carpet to his bed, where his wife was sat up, a screaming infant in his arms and an unimpressed look on her face, the midwife stood at her bedside seemingly shaking with rage.
"Fuckin' hell, you had another one?" He laughed, throwing his head back. He was still laughing when Ms Abrams approached him a book from the bedside table in her hands, delivering a smack to the side of his head, knocking his hat onto the floor. "For fuck's sake," Alfie groaned, cradling his ear with his hand, but the woman didn't stop, hitting him repeatedly with the book until he backed out of the room.
"Go and wash the smell of rum off of you and get youself together, man," she hissed once she had him backed into the wall outside the bedroom.
He didn't argue with her, shuffling into the bathroom before she could get another hit in.
"Her name is Elisabeth, by the way," she called out after him.
Bessie was finally in bed when Mrs Abrams came into the kitchen.
"You have another son, Mr Solomons," she said plainly, her coat already on her shoulders and her bag in the crook of her elbow.
Alfie got up from his seat and nodded greatfully at her before he rushed for the stairs, glaring at his mother-in-law as she passed him, heading for the door.
Benjamin was already in the room when he got there, kneeling on the bed to gaze at his new baby brother in wonder, and Alfie approached cautiously, coming to stand at the side of the bed, placing a hand on his wife's shoulder and looking down at the baby.
It didn't look much different to the other two when they had been born, it had the same purple and swollen face, the same scrunched up expression on its face, though he was much smaller than Benjamin had been.
"What's his name, mum?" Benjamin asked bouncing up and down on the bed, trying to contain his giddiness.
"I think your dad should choose this time," she said, looking up at her husband with a dazed smile on her face. Benjamin's head turned to his father expectantly, and Alfie froze. He had had no part in the naming of his first two children, their names chosen before he had a chance to process they were even born, it had annoyed him until this very moment.
"What about Isaac?" He offered eventualy, and mother and son shared a thoughtful look.
"No," they spoke in unison.
"Fine," Alfie sighed. "Benny? What do you want to name him?"
"Noah," Benjamin said proudly, and the husband and wife shared a look, nodding together in silent agreement.
"Benny, go to bed, now." Alfie spoke, ignoring the frown on his son's face as he clambered off the bed.
"I heard you threatened to throw my mother in the Thames," she said when the door closed behind Benjamin.
Alfie shushed her, moving to sit on the bed. "Don't talk about her, Noah's listening."
Her eyes began to droop shut and Alfie gently took the infant from her arms, holding the little thing bundled in a yellow blanket, watching as his eyes began to close too.
Alfie was the last only one who didn't sleep that night, keeping a hold of his youngest son until the sun came up.
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Essay : professor!todd x student!reader part 1
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A/N: this is a completely new verse, I just couldn;t stop myself, so if you ever get ideas for that one I'll take them in a heartbeat.
A/N 2 : I was wondering whether to finish it here of give you more spice, but decided to just whet your appetite for part 2 ;)
***
Do you know how they used to call her in high school?
The unsullied.
Like in a freaking “game of thrones”
All because while her friends were partying, getting drunk and scoring, she was far more focused on her education and school work. And damn, that girl was sharp. Her writing and literature skills and instincts were something people would admire if they weren’t shallow and judgmental.
Instead she got the teasing nickname and all her peers treated her like she didn’t exist.
And of course it hurt, not having girlfriends or anyone who would even try to understand why she would rather spend her time in the library in the company of Shakespeare or Emily Bronte or Charles Dickens instead of drinking and having accidental sex. It was painful to admit that she never had a boyfriend or that she lacked experience in so many social areas. But she just clenched her teeth and pushed through, telling herself that she didn’t have to have all the answers at the age of 17.
She worked hard for a couple years and that got her a scholarship and entry to the college of her own choice. And while her parents and family were pushing her to choose something big, like New York or other big city, much to their surprise and displeasure, she decided to stay in the state and attend Gotham University.
“Why?” her mother almost got a heart attack upon hearing the revelations, choking on the fancy cake served at the tea.  (one more word about the girl – she came from the really fancy, new-money family, where she never fit, being way to feisty and fiery. She could never be described as a lady despite her mother’s best efforts).
“Just because” she shrugged
“watch your tone, girl.” Her father warned “never speak to your mother like this.”
“sorry, sir.” She smiled apologetically, but it was meant more like a sarcasm then a real word of remorse “ Gotham has one of the best university literature program. And since it’s something I want to pursue….”
“I think we should let her make her own choices, father. Y/N knows what she’s doing.”
Thank god, for her older brother, Tom, who always had her back. He was the only person she was going to miss when leaving. But he was right. She knew what she was doing. And Gotham did have the best literature course. And that was because of one of the professors, Jason Todd.
At the young age of 26, being only a couple years older than her, he managed to finish his studies summa cum laude and having a few awards on his account decided to dedicate his life into teaching and shaping young minds. Y/N couldn’t wait to attend one of his classes.
Yeah, college was going to be life changing for her.
Only she didn’t know how much when she first stepped into the hall of residence.
***
Soon enough she found out that first years were not supposed to attend Todd’s classes. Apparently something about heavy and mature content on different levels.  To put it simply, no one below 21 were allowed to engage in those discussions.
But Y/N was sly and determined enough to sneak into the evening lectures, making notes to herself and being an original thinker she got so much ideas and inspirations just by sitting in the corner of the classroom and listening. It went like that for half a year and she believed herself to be clever enough to not get notices, but apparently professor Todd was even better in the art of deception. And it all started when she lost her notebook while leaving and figured it out on the way to her room.
“Shit!” she hissed turning around immediately and looking for the lost item on the way. If it were to get into unfit hands, in the worst case – dean’s – and her secret would be uncovered , she would be expelled immediately due to not abiding the rules “Fuck!” she whispered-yelled again, having reached the classroom and still not finding it.
“don’t creep there, miss Y/l/N, come on in.” Professor Todd’s voice echoed through the empty hall and she shivered. How the hell did he know she was there? And more importantly, how the fuck did he know who she was?!
“I’m sorry to interrupt professor.” She started “I’m just …. I mean, I…..”
“Lost something?” he asked, his green eyes meeting hers and it was like a spark of electricity through her. God, was he handsome. Only now, she understood  the rumours on the campus, something about girls attending his course just for him, not really for the books and stories. Shit! She didn’t really have much opportunities to watch Todd while sneaking out and watching her every step.
“Yeah, I …. I mean, I…..” she stuttered “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even be here, and what I’m writing there is just stupid and …..”
“The only thing stupid here is that no one under 21 can join my class.” Todd laughed sonorously “come here, miss Y/N, please, sit, I won’t give your secret away.”
“You won’t?” hypnotised by his voice and eyes she took a few steps forward and perched on the first desk, out of instincts waving her legs in the air in a child-like manner.
“No. Sure not. I read some of your notes, forgive me that” he apologised quickly seeing the terror on her face “and those are good. Like really good. I don’t think I have such an original thinker here in like …. ever, to be honest” he smiled brightly “how old are you again?”
“almost 20 now.” She sighed in frustration. Here she was, sitting in front of her idol, unable to get full advantage of his knowledge.
“such a shame. Would love to know your brain more.”
“Can I just have it back and be on my way? I won’t bother you anymore, I promise I don’t want any trouble." she reached for her notebook, but did it so clumsily that it made her lost her balance in the process and she started falling to the ground, when her weight overbalanced the desk. She would probably end up on the floor, if it wasn’t for Todd’s reflexes. His strong arms found a way around her waist holding her tight, her hands locking on his arms and all of a sudden feeling safe and not so eager to leave.
“You good there?” he asked as their gazes met.
“Yeah…. I…..” once again the spark flew between them. Maybe it was just her imagination but she saw something predatory and …. lustful(?) in his eyes. “I… I really should be going now, professor. It’s late and after curfew and ….. sorry.” She grabbed the book from his hands, fixed her shirt and bag and rushed out the door.
“Miss Y/L/N?” he called after her and the girl spun around to face him.
“You can keep coming to my classes. Like I said, it’s a stupid rule and your secret’s safe with me.’
“Um, yeah, sure, professor, thank you.” She mumbled and practically took off running to her room, having absolutely no idea what was happening to her .
***
She didn’t get much sleep that night, instead taking care of the urge and itching between her legs, imagining green orbs and silky voice calling her good girl and a one particular man touching her. Good thing she had a single room with pretty thick walls.
***
It became pretty clear that classes were not enough for either of them. All things considered they kept it professional for a long time, only meeting in public places, discussing some teacher-student stuff, not really making any of the stuff suspicious. Apart from some additional rumours, nothing new on the campus, they were extremely correct and hesitant to do anything stupid.
But.
Literature talks and exchanging beliefs and ideas quickly led to getting to know each other on way more personal level. She learnt about his family, his adopted father and brothers and he got the whole story of how she was treated in school and why she chose to specialise in literature.
They were getting close.
Arguably closer than teacher – student should, but the more time they spend together the less they cared.
Soon enough their meetings moved from the classrooms and campus to the outside places. And from the days to the nights, always being careful not to get caught. But the urge and the sexual tension between them was making them slip.
It was only a matter of time before someone would lose the war of nerves and needs.
***
Since the dean was tuned in to everything that was happening on the uni ground, after a couple of months Todd was called into his office and had to some heavy explanation of why he was doing nothing less but hanging out with a student that was still under the legal age.  Barely, but sill.
And with the natural ease and smoothness the young professor talked and talked about y/n’s talent and insight and how she was wasting her potential while waiting to be admitted to his classes. He used some pretty convincing arguments about the fame and reputation the uni would get if she becomes the exception to the rule and get the permission to attend despite her age.
And all that seemed to convince the dean.
Y/N was allowed to attend Jason’s course.
And that meant more time spend together.
***
“I almost forgot. I got your essays graded.” He stated one Tuesday evening almost ending the lecture,  holding a bunch of sheets of paper in his hands and waving it around “as usual, most of you should have read between the lines, but apart from that it’s better than before. I see some progress to some of you.” He started walking around, giving the papers to the students.
Was it her imagination again or did he really brushed over her shoulder while passing her? If it was a dream she didn’t want to wake up, feeling that familiar aching in her body. God! She was still at class, acting like a horny teenager! About the teacher! That was completely inappropriate!
“That would be all for today.” Jason stated “class dismissed.”
“But….” She objected. She didn’t get hers back.
“As for you miss Y/L/N….” he trailed, waiting till everyone left  “We need to talk about your thesis. But we’re gonna need the library to prove the point. Meet me there in half an hour, all right? Take your coat with you, the night is going to be cold.”
“but…. But it’s like 8 p.m.” she frowned “I thought the library was closing at 7?”
“I got a special pass. Now go, Y/N.”
Something was telling her that this was not going to be about her writing. And she couldn't wait to discover the double meaning.
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