#i will be cosy af that day

[confettihipster]

just saw the news about the labour mayoral candidates and got a preview of the psychic damage i will feel when they force me to vote for this pwc dickhead instead of nicky brennan. more lana del rey stans in local government!!!!! 

#my personal hatred of my mp and his 20k majority has freed me from voting at the general election #i will be cosy af that day #unless i move to another constituency cos i would vote for every other labour mp in brum tbh #even jess!!!!!!!!!!! 90% of that is bc i want john hemming to fall down a well

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙ours | FA14 ˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: fernando alonso x famous singer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: none just super fluffy

summary: in which it's (finally) time for you and your husband to tell the world that you are in fact husband and wife

a/n: MY FIRST FERNANDO SMAU hehe so much fun actually tysm ppl for sending reqs for him in :))) honestly this just remind me of the rumours of him & taylor swift dating so i used that as some inspo <333

request!!!: Hi could you do a smau for Fernando where he’s secretly been married to a singer who’s a MEGA STAR and stuff 🫶

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fernandoalo_oficial we really missed u at the race this weekend y/n ❤️

lewishamilton rest up!

user1 y/n has the f1 grid in a chokehold

user2 i miss her

user3 she's sick and she still looks that gorgeous

user4 the y/n stan to f1 fan pipeline is real

user5 we have no choice when all the drivers are her bffs 💀

francisca.cgomes feel better babygirl ❤️‍🩹

user6 aww her beautiful kitty

user7 tbh this looks cosy af

user8 the teacup is so cute i love her

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user13 omg y/n my babygirl

user14 i love nando & y/n's friendship

user15 awww our lil grid bff

user16 she's precious

user17 what's she recording urmm

lewishamilton tell her i miss her

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user19 sneak??! she's the main event ofc

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georgerussell63 my favourite duo

user20 interesting...

user21 new ship just dropped y/n and nando

user22 new?? where u been

user23 urm y/n looks extremely gf here.....

user24 i believe this is a soft hard launch.

user25 delulu

user24 im right. just you wait

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user25 IM DEAD IM FINISHED

user26 THE SOFT LAUNCH???

user27 looks hard to me😦😦

user28 omg she's so in love gang

lilymhe beautiful song ❤️

francisca.cgomes you're amazing y/n!

carmenmmundt not ever surprised by your talent

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user30 Y/N AND FERNANDO I KNEW IT

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user43 WIFE???? WHAT

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fernandoalo_oficial i love you more

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user50 y/n are you a wife

user51 I KNEW SHE WAS FREAKING MARRIED

user52 she is so personal to me

user53 i have the ultimate parasocial relationship with this relationship

carmenmmundt me too tbh

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[mistiell]

Let me Wrap my Teeth Around the World

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary: Saturday finally rolls around and Spencer takes you out to dinner. When he drops your off at your apartment, you ask him to stay

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Fluff, spencer being love drunk and adorable af, protected piv (18+)

A/N: PART 3!!! This is the last part for this mini series. Fair warning, this has not been proofread so I’ll probably come back to correct some things. Hope you guys like it!

Part 2

After four whole days, Saturday finally rolls around, and to say Spencer is nervous would be an understatement. He spent approximately sixty-seven hours, forty-two minutes, and twenty seconds attempting to come up with somewhere to take you, and he thinks he finally has a rather sound proof plan.

As he stands outside of your apartment, he goes over his plan once more in his head just as you open the door.

“Spence! Hey!” You greet him with a contagious smile before taking his hand to lead him inside. You look him up and down once before grinning puckishly at him, “Someone looks handsome.”

His face flushes red as he stutters out, “Th-Thanks.”

“I just have to grab my purse.” You smile kindly before skipping off towards your bedroom.

“Okay.” He nods, taking a moment to admire your decor. The first thing he notices is the scent of pumpkin spice hanging in the air, presumably from the recently extinguished candle sitting on your coffee table. The space is cluttered in a cosy, lived-in sort of way, with a fair amount of pillows settled on the couch and at least three different throw blankets stacked hanging over the back of an armchair. It’s very you, he thinks.

“Sorry for taking so long. Took me a second to find it.” You titter, and it’s now that he notices your outfit. You’re wearing a little black dress – something between formal and casual – that hugs your waist before tapering out at your hips to flow and fall to mid thigh. The sleeves are long and flowy, and the neckline shows off a fair bit of your chest — a detail he lingers on a little too long before hastily forcing his attention elsewhere.

When you look down at the ground and start fidgeting, he realises he hasn’t said anything, “You– you look gorgeous.” 

“Thank you.” You smile shyly before taking his hand and tugging him out the door, “Now, c’mon! I want to know what you’ve got planned for us this evening.”

He follows you into the elevator down to the underground before taking the lead, opening the passenger side door to his car for you before climbing in on the other side.

“So,” You start as he shifts the car into gear and pulls out of his parking spot, “Where are we headed?”

“I thought we could go to that Italian place you liked the last time we went out with the team?” He suggests as he pulls out onto the street. 

“Sounds good to me.” You reply, pulling at your dress as it rides up a little too high for your liking.

Spencer certainly isn’t complaining though. He’s got a great view of your thighs from here. When he dares to take his eyes off the road to glance at you out of the corner of his eye, of course.

The drive to the restaurant isn’t a long one and there’s an easy flow of idle chatter as he finds a parking spot before leading you inside.

The place is on the smaller side, a family owned business that’s been there since before either of you were born. The owner recognizes the two of you and smiles kindly as she shows you to a table.

As you skim the menu, you’re rambling about a TV show you’re currently obsessing over but, as hard as he tries, only half of him is listening. The other half is fantasising about ripping that dress off your body and ravishing you the way you deserve. 

He shakes his head. Jesus, where’d that come from? He’s got to get a hold of himself.

“I don’t know if you’d really be interested in it, but maybe—,” You stop talking and when he realises he’s been staring at your chest, he knows he’s been caught. He goes bright red when you smirk, “See something you like, pretty boy?”

Fucking hell, you’re going to be the death of him. He swallows hard and smiles nervously, “Yeah, I do.”

Your gaze slides down his neck and seems to land on the sliver of his collar bone that’s visible beneath the sweater vest he’s wearing, and you look like you’re just about ready to pounce on him. Under the table, you use your foot to nudge at his ankle before reaching for his hand and raising it to kiss his knuckles, maintaining eye contact as you do. For such a sweet gesture, it feels intimate with the way you’re gazing at him through your lashes, your lips warm against his skin in a way that makes him shift a little in his seat. When you pull away, you don’t let go of his hand, instead letting them settle between you as you scrunch your nose playfully and stage whisper, “Me too.”

He fucking giggles.

It’s that flustered, I-cannot-believe-this-person-thinks-I’m-attractive kind of giggle. When someone’s just hit on you and you just can’t help but laugh a little to calm your racing heart.

You grin at the sound and he clears his throat, cheeks a bright crimson, “Th–Thanks y– Thank you.”

He sighs with a simper, a little more than embarrassed as he hides his face in his free hand. You laugh and gently take his wrist to pull his hand away. When he dares to look back up at you, your eyes are filled with such fondness that it makes him want to scream.

“Don’t hide from me.” You coo, brushing your thumb over his wrist, “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he thanks you again.

“‘Course.” You smile just as the waiter returns with your drinks.

You both order and chat while you wait. He starts rambling on about a classic film he went to see once, one that was in russian and was nearly four hours long. He gets halfway through explaining the plot when he realises this is usually where someone else would cut him off, so instead, he does it himself. You notice the abrupt silence and swallow a bite of your food before cocking your head to the side, “Why’d you stop?”

“Oh, well,” No one’s ever asked him that before. They normally ask him to stop. Not why he stopped, “I didn’t want to bore you.”

“You weren’t. I enjoy listening to you.” You say casually, waiting for him to continue.

It takes him a moment to register that you’re being genuine, but once he does, he beams as he continues his explanation. You listen with rapt attention. You even ask him questions! He finds himself smiling so much his cheeks start to hurt.

When he’s finished, he asks you about the show you’d been talking about earlier and you grin, speaking excitedly and animatedly about the plot and characters. You’re careful not to spoil anything, just in case he decides to watch it — which he decided he would the moment he saw how you lit up when he mentioned it.

By the time the two of you are finished with dinner, the sun has set and the time is nearing seven thirty. Nearly an hour and a half has passed and he hadn’t even noticed. He’s quick to offer to pay the bill when it comes, which starts a very small back and forth between the two of you when you also insist on paying. Eventually, you compromise and decide to split it.

He opens the door for you before walking out behind you. The air has chilled, and when a breeze blows by, you shiver. 

He quickly shrugs off his coat and holds it out to you, “Here.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” He shakes his head and smiles kindly at you.

“I want to.”

You smile back and utter a soft, “Thank you.

He holds it open and lets you slip your arms into it, watching the way you wrap it securely around yourself and practically burrow into it fondly. Before you start walking, he offers his arm to you, “Shall we?”

Giggling, you slip your arm through his, “We shall.”

You squeeze at his bicep affectionately as you walk and he places his free hand on the back of yours. 

When you get to his car, he opens the door for you again before climbing in himself. On the drive to your apartment, he can’t help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye again. 

“Just can’t stop staring, huh?” You smirk and he immediately brings his eyes back to the road.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smiles and you laugh.

“Uh-huh. Sure you don’t.” Carefully, you take one of his hands off the wheel and hold it in your lap, playing with his fingers. He knows the distraction is dangerous, but he really doesn’t care at this point. You’ve got his hand in your lap, so close to your thighs that he can feel the heat radiating off of your skin, “I like when you stare, you know.” “Yeah?” Is all he can manage in response as you spread his fingers and place his open palm over your inner thigh.

“Yeah.” You whisper, and when he glances at you again, you’ve got a hunger in your eyes that makes him let out a shaky breath. He takes a chance, sliding his hand up the bottom of your dress to squeeze at the soft flesh that resides further up your thigh. You sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest as you idly drag your fingertips up and down the length of his forearm. He thinks he might pass out.

As he reaches your apartment building, he squeezes you before placing his hand back on the wheel to turn into the underground. He finds your visitor spot and parks the car, getting out to open the door for you. When you get to the elevator and finally reach the door to your apartment, you turn and tentatively take his hand.

“Would you, um,” You glance down at your shoes shyly, “Would you like to,” His heart races when you look up at him through your lashes, “come inside?”

His breath stutters in his chest and it takes him a moment to come back down to earth. Unfortunately, you take this as a rejection, pulling your hand away and smiling at him apologetically, “Sorry, you don’t have to, obviously. I just thought…Well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I’ll–.”

He doesn’t let you go any further, stepping into your space and pressing his lips to yours. He’s not about to let another misunderstanding pull you away from him. When he pulls back, he cups your cheek and strokes a line with his thumb from the corner of your eye, to your temple, and back, “I’d love to.”

You smile, quickly opening the door to your apartment and pulling him through. Shrugging off his jacket, you hang it up on your coat rack as he slips off his shoes. You struggle to get your heels off, so he kneels to undo to clasp and slip them off for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You hum as he stands back up after placing your shoes under your coats, threading your fingers in the hairs closest to his ears. His hands gravitate to your waist as you press yourself against him, leaning up to peck his lips, his jaw, before opening your mouth to roll your tongue against the sensitive skin of his pulse point, drawing a deep, shuddering sigh from his lungs. Your teeth scrape against his jaw and he can hear your breath fanning hot against his neck. He swears under his breath and you chuckle, pulling away only to take his wrists and guide him down the hall towards your bedroom.

Before you have a chance to sit, he hooks his arm around you and pulls you back to him. He captures your lips again and slides his hand up your thighs and your dress to grasp at your waist, relishing in the way your skin feels under his hands. He only breaks the kiss to ask, “Can I take this off?”

“You can take off as much as you want, handsome.” You pant and he grins, slipping your dress off before taking a moment to unabashedly ogle you.

“You are…” There are so many things he could say. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Ethereal. None of them would do you justice, “Wow.”

You giggle, and he finds himself mesmerised by the way your shoulders shake and your stomach contracts with the motion, “I’ve never known you as a man of few words, Doctor Reid.”

“I guess you just have that effect on me.” He smiles as you move to fiddle with his belt, swiftly pulling his pants down his legs and letting him lean on you a little as he steps out of them. You make quick work of his sweater vest and button down after that, leaving him standing there in his boxers, nearly bare to you. He gets a little anxious when you don’t say anything at first, but when he takes the time to actually look at the way you’re staring at him, he realises you’re just as in awe of him as he is of you.

Taking you in his arms again, he walks you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed, letting you shimmy up the mattress until your head rests comfortably on your pillows. You open your arms to him, parting your thighs to let him slot himself snuggly in between. Gripping your hips, he spreads his knees and — with a strength that surprises both of you — tugs you towards him so that your heat is flush with his bulge. You gasp at the sudden manhandling, but don’t seem upset. In fact, if he had to describe it, you look like you want to eat him.

He bends at the waist, sliding his hands down the backs of your thighs and holding them against his sides as he leans down to kiss you again. One hand finds his back while the other finds his hair, tugging and earning a groan in response. He’d be content to sit there and kiss you for hours, but as you grind against him, sighing into his mouth, it’s clear you’re eager to have more of him.

Letting go of your thighs, he carefully wedges his fingers between you and the mattress to guide your back into a high enough arch that he can unclasp your bra. It takes him a couple tries, throughout which you kiss at his jaw in a lovely — but also rather unhelpful — way, but he gets it and slips it off, tossing it off to some unknown corner of the room. His hands stay safely on your sides for a moment as he glances up at you, waiting until you nod before he palms at your breast, leaning down to suck a few hickeys into the skin of your neck as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. You half sigh, half moan next to his ear and he rolls his hips into yours involuntarily, making you wrap your legs around his lower back to keep him where he is.

“‘M not goin’ anywhere, lovely.” He mumbles against your skin, rolling his hips again as you grind down to meet him.

He shifts his attention lower for a moment, marking up your chest a little before pulling away, sitting back on his heels to admire his work. Dragging his fingertips over the freshly made hickeys and down the valley of your breasts, he can feel your heart beating hard and fast against your ribs. A little lower and he splays his palm over the soft flesh of your stomach. He can feel your heart there, too. He lowers his head to mouth at your sternum, and the vibrations reverberate against his lips and tongue in a steady lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub. 

He kisses and sucks a trail down your stomach, stopping a moment to nip at the swell of your abdomen before kissing at your skin apologetically when you gasp and tug on his hair. Hooking his fingers under your panties, he slips them off before biting at the meat of your inner thighs, soothing the area with his tongue before repeating the process a little further up.

“Spence,” You pant, and he hums, looking up at you from his place between your thighs, “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks cheekily, chuckling when you huff at him in frustration.

“Touch me.” You sigh, and he feels a little lightheaded, “Please.”

He dips his tongue into the well of slick at your entrance before dragging his tongue up to swirl around your clit. You choke on his name, arching your back and tugging on his hair. He lays there, eating at you like a man starved, sucking and rolling his tongue against you in a way that has you bucking your hips so much that he has to hook an arm around your thighs to hold them down. Slowly, he slips two fingers into you, earning a hissed, “Fuck” that has him rutting into the mattress. He curls his fingers and you use his hair as leverage to pull him closer.

His name sounds like music on your lips, lyrics strung together by breathy swears and blending into a chorus of moans. He finds when he flicks his tongue and curls his fingers a certain way, he can get you to whine all breathy and high pitched. He finds your body is his instrument. Your voice, his muse. 

He feels you clench around his fingers, thighs trembling and breath speeding up as you get closer, and closer, before tipping over the edge with a loud, “Oh, shit!”

He lets go of your hips and slows his pace a little to let you use him to ride out your high, only stopping when you go lax beneath him and tug him away by his hair. He takes a moment to wipe his lips with the back of his hand before you pull him up your body to kiss him slow and sweet. Your hand travels to fiddle with the hem of his boxers, and he takes your wrist, looking at you rather seriously.

“Are you sure?” He asks, searching your eyes for any sort of hesitation and finding none.

You nod and peck his lips once before locking eyes with him, “Positive.”

“Okay.” He kisses you once more before sliding his boxers down his legs. As he gets them off his ankles and makes it back onto his knees, you lean over to your side table and quickly pull out a condom, opening it and passing it to him. He’s quick to roll it on before diving back into you, guiding you to lay back against your pillows. He kisses you once, twice, before dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he aligns himself with you. He pushes in slowly, bracing himself on his elbow and he lets out a wrecked moan next to your ear. When he bottoms out, he gives you a moment to adjust, waiting until you’re ready.

You roll your hips with a whiny little, “Spence.” and he sees stars. He goes slow, tries to be gentle, grinding his hips into yours and splitting you open slowly. His head is filled with the scent of you, the sound of you, the feel of you. When he said he wanted to drown in you, he meant it. He isn’t a religious man by any means, but if it meant worshipping at your feet and allowing him the privilege of being yours, he’d abandon his principles and repent in an instant.

“Harder.” You beg, and he bends to your will, setting a near back breaking pace. 

He keeps the grinding motion, but the force at which his hips hit yours have you digging your nails into his back and throwing your head back. His mouth finds the side of your larynx, tongue laving over the area before he latches his lips to your skin and sucks another bruise into it.

The room is filled with your sinful noises, moans and the sound of skin on skin as his hips snap against yours so hard that he worries for a moment that you might bruise. 

That thought is gone as quick as it comes when you moan out, “Fuck, just like that.”

That familiar coil winds up in his abdomen and warmth spreads from his thighs to his toes. You flutter around him, and he knows that you’re getting close too. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles over the little bundle of nerves until your legs tremble and his name falls from your lips like a prayer, cunt spasming around him until he’s reaching his high too. He whimpers as he spills into the condom, body going rigid before he lets his upper body rest fully on you.

There’s a moment where he just sits there, sweaty torso flush with yours as he presses his ear against your chest to listen to your heart slow. You run your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as you let him place a few sweet kisses to the curve of your breast.

“You wanna stay the night?” You ask softly and he nods. 

He sits up to pull the condom off, tying it up and tossing it into the bin beside your bed before noticing the blissed out haze you’re in, “You want to have a shower?” 

“Mm-mm.” You hum, holding your arms out to him.

“Okay.” He whispers as he flops onto the mattress beside you, pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline. You sigh, nuzzling your nose against the divot where his collar bones meet. It isn’t long before your breaths even out and he isn’t far behind, the sound of your breathing coaxing him into a haze. The last thing he thinks about before he falls asleep is where he’s taking you on your next few dates.

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@fandomscombine @ivyflowers13 @nataratacat

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

[residenthughes]

starting afresh

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.3K

tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, re4r leon with re2r haircut/hairstyle

summary: it's been six years since the raccoon city incident. some things change, and some things stay the same (where re4r leon cuts his hair as short as it was in re2r for the first time)

notes: whoever made the mod(s) for leon to have his re2r hairstyle in re4r, no words. just take my money. I'm begging. but if y'all have seen those screenshots/played with the mod yourself, you just know how good he looks with his hair short :((( makes me so soft! hehe

feel like i kind of stepped up my dialogue here, thanks to all the fics I've been reading as of lately 😈 couldn't be more thankful, haha! hope y'all enjoy this and please feel free to let me know your thoughts on this!

“What do you think?”

You’re at a loss for words. Jaw slack and eyes wide. You’re overreacting, you know you are but this quite literally came out of nowhere. It was an uneventful, slow Sunday. As per yours and Leon’s routine, the leisurely day was spent draped in a citrus scented duvet and immersing yourselves in cosy cuddles to recharge for the long week ahead. It was only when your lips ghosted over the rosewood marks of love peppered across the expanse of Leon’s clavicle, hands feverish and wandering that your actions ceased upon the growl of your stomach.

Leon can only laugh, kissing away the flush of your cheeks as he mumbles against your forehead. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s make some food.”

You pout, wanting to beg for five more minutes (like you hadn’t before), bones aching for the pamper the cloudlike bed provides, but Leon’s already leaving you, arms extending up to the ceiling as he stretches. The sliver of afternoon light peeking through the curtains basks his toned body in all kinds of flattering light, muscles expanding and contracting. 

Leon turns to look at you, lips plump with love as the duvet drapes your body like some fine ballroom gown. He swears his heart beats out of his chest. There really is no one as beautiful as you. 

“Race you to the kitchen?” A teasing eyebrow is raised and even though Leon sets himself in motion to sprint, you don’t budge. Not even an inch. 

He deflates, eyes rolling as he pads over to your side of the bed.

“Don’t wanna,” you mumble as you attempt to bury yourself into the bed, cocooning yourself with the dark shadow grey duvet. “Too lazy.”

Leon sighs. “I’ll give you a piggyback ride?”

Your attention is grabbed. You remove the duvet from your face, sly smirk positioning itself amongst your features.

“I’m listening.”

You cupping behind your ear is what does it for Leon. Dramatic as always.

A huff of amusement sounds from him. Considering the extent as to which the man spoils you rotten, you should be babbling for him to recant his offer, carrying yourself to the kitchen before you two move in a synchronised dance practised all the years you’ve been together as you make food. But Leon’s already perched up on your side of the bed, back towards you with his hands behind him.

“Of course you are,” he beckons for you with the flutter of his fingers, an easy smile sent your way over his shoulder. “Now, hop on before your stomach eats itself.”

You follow his lead, as you always do. Hooking your legs around his waist and circling your arms loosely around his neck. You don’t forget to show your appreciation, peppering his nape with kisses that have laughter pouring out of Leon like honey. Once you’re in the kitchen of your shared apartment, Leon sets you down on the cold countertop with the squeeze of your thighs and opens the fridge.

“Shit,” you crane your neck to look into the fridge too. Much like your stomach, it’s pretty empty. “Need to head to the store if we want something edible for dinner.”

“Is there anything for now at least?” You really can’t be arsed to wait to go get some groceries, make a meal and then eat.

“Kind of, but we definitely need to go shopping after this.” Leon states as he brings out the remnants of the fridge. You go to grab the spices from the cabinet and the last of the eggs and stare at your ingredients.

“Let’s get this party started.” 

You groan. 

Leon can be so lame sometimes. Yet so lovable all the time.

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Once the appetising brunch made with nothing but the utmost of love settles in your stomach, you reluctantly begin to egg yourself on to completing the rest of your weekend’s work and preparing for your Monday back at the office. Blue light glasses perched against the bridge of your nose, you gnaw at the end of your pencil, legs crossed in the way Leon always jokes in the shape of a pretzel. You’ve left quite a bit of work for yourself to complete tonight, so you don’t see yourself leaving your workspace anytime soon.

Leon understands, he always does. Kisses your forehead delicately and murmurs something about getting some stuff from the grocery store for dinner. He’s out the door before you can get a word in. You now understand why he left in such a hurry, understand why he took longer than usual. 

Before you, your longtime partner, with long dirt blond locks that framed the angles of his cheekbones, sports a new hairstyle. Or should you say old. You haven’t seen him like this since you first started dating - bashful young adults about to embark on their journey into adulthood, sweaty palms linked and heart beats in sync. Ever since the ruinous events of Raccoon City, you noticed that with all the scars and burdens Leon carries with him that he never once looked the same. Face gaunt and eyes sunken in. It took a long while before life returned to his eyes. And though you were beyond ecstatic that Leon was seemingly getting better, you couldn’t help but take note of his hair. He never cut it like before. Never. 

Opting for longer strands of his gorgeous hair, Leon always gave a chuckle and said, “thought you always wanted me to grow my hair out,” whenever you asked. It was sweet of him to do so, sweet of him to say, but you and him both knew that wasn’t entirely true. However, you never pried - that was not in your nature, and certainly not evident in all the years you’ve been with Leon. So, you didn’t ask again and when the time came that Leon’s huffs of annoyance filled your ears as he struggled with keeping the strands out of his face, he departed with a smile and cut a mere two inches off his almost shoulder length hair. It remained that way for the next six years.

Now, having grown into his rugged features, the short hair length from all those years ago conjures something else in you. It feels nostalgic but new -  feels right and looks that way too. But more than anything, you feel proud. Proud of Leon and all that he is, all that he’s become despite everything.

“Barber went a bit crazy, didn’t he?”

Oh, bless him. He’s so awkward, so endearing it hurts. Pools of blue avert your gaze, the floor apparently more interesting, fingertip scratching the surface of his cheeks that burn with ruby red. This is a big moment for Leon, you think, but you know better than anyone that he doesn’t want it to be. Just wants your reassurance and all the calmness that comes with it.

Your hands against Leon’s cheeks shift his eyes to yours, getting an eyeful of the absolute fondness that swims in your eyes. He simply drowns in it - knows the glimmer in your eyes signifies the pride that swells in your chest, the tenderness of your touch loving and reassuring. He did well, has always done so well. Deserves his flowers and the whole damn garden. 

“Maybe,” you giggle and your joy is contagious. Smiling with you, Leon feels you twiddle the strands of his hair between your fingers. Slow and gentle - like your love is. It’s so sweet. “But, I’m not mad at it. Not one bit.”

In all the time you’ve been with Leon, there hasn’t been any more than a handful of times you can recall where he willingly leaned on you for support. Not because you lacked the capacity to do so, but because the solitary nature and secrecy of his job kept him from doing so. Facing his nightmares as much as he could by himself, meeting his new nightmares on missions by himself - everything by himself. But in moments like these, where the significance of his trauma can be lost in translation, he surrenders himself to you. Altogether. Unabashed and brave. He couldn’t be more dashing than he is right now, all versions of himself served to you on a silver platter. 

You fall in love all over again.

#resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 4 fanfic #resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy imagine #re4r #re4r leon #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil fluff #leon s kennedy imagine #my fics

[the-fiction-witch]

She's Not Well

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

I stood toiling in the morgue late this evening, I had been overwhelmed with work and had little time to actually get much done, emergency after emergency. But as the sun set below the sky, and the day slowed I headed down to work on a few bodies down in the morgue prepared for burial tomorrow morning. My hands coated in blood as I got on with everything.

I heard the morgue doors open and in stepped a strange but sweet sight. 

A girl.

No older than me, I had never seen her in the hospital or town before, she wore a pair of tall laced black boots, her white frilly bloomers exposed a little as she held her dress so it didn't drag on the floor holding it higher than she likely needed to, a little dress of sky blue and white clearly a very fine expensive dress but strange like it did have other elements many of which seemed to be cut or removed. The dress wasn't loaded with petticoats and crinolines but a gentle glide to her feet much like the nurses wore, with long sleeves. Her hair was in a tight silk braid that was then wrapped around her head in a milkmaid braid, she had a wide smile and I admit... she's kinda cute. 

She came inside and looked over the bodies I had already finished, 

"Uuhh... Can I help you?" I asked her, 

No answer came,

"Hello?" 

No answer came,

"Miss you can't just be in here," I told her,

No answer she smiled at me and sat under the window watching me as she playfully kicked her feet, 

"Uuhh... right..." I explained trying to just get on with my work, "Are you just going to sit here?" 

No answer, 

"Ookay..." I sighed far too busy to wonder what on earth was going on with whoever this girl was, I got on with my work for a good while noticing her as she hopped up and wonders around the morgue looking at my work, investigating the bodies and coming over to my table and looming over me and watching me as I worked, "Hello..."

No answer came and she just watched with a wide egar smile, 

I rolled my eyes and continued ignoring whatever she was doing, I continued with some stitching until I jumped in shock my body freezing up. 

As I stood loomed over the table over the body I was working on, she came around me and wrapped her arms around my waist her hands on my stomach, her cheek rested on my back with a wistful sigh, I was confused but she was warm, and soft and it was nice to have her cuddled with me while I worked. I didn't argue I just kept working while she cuddled me enjoying the cosy feeling. 

"You really cosy back there?" I chuckled, 

No answer came, she just squeezed me tighter, 

"You shouldn't be in here you know, it's not safe for you," I told her, "I know you want to cuddle, and Its very cute and sweet but you need to let go," I told her forcing her arms off,

She let go and came so I could see her, her lip pouting and trembling, her hands together sadly little tears in her eyes as she let out the first sound I had heard from her a little whine of sadness, 

"Ohh... no no it's okay-" I tried to calm her, 

But she just began to silently cry,

"No no please don't cry." I told her, "I didn't mean to upset you miss. I just-"

Her tears only flooded from her eyes down her cheeks,

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Please don't cry." I told her giving her a cuddle pulling her head into my chest and stroking her hair, "I didn't mean to make you upset, I just want to make sure you are safe. You really shouldn't be in here with me... But If you promise to do as I say you can stay," I told her "Okay?" I offered to pull away to see her face and took her hands, 

she let out a giggle, she took my arm and snuck under my arm so she moved to stand between me and the table, I chuckled a little and wrapped my arms around her so I could still work but I could still hold her, my chin on her shoulder as she watched with enthusiasm. 

"You are a cute little thing," I cooed, "I rather like having you as my little assistant," I told her turning her to face me she smiled resting her hands on my chest, "You know you could go see the head nurse, get a job as a nurse if you're curious? Then you could come and watch and help every day?" 

No answer came, she just giggled and pulled my neck down so our lips met.

I jumped a little but kissed her back tightening my arms around her. 

We stood kissing in the morgue for a good while the only sound of our lips clacking on contact, my hands stroked her dress gently and slowly, and she happily stroked my neck and my hair until we finally pulled back. 

"umm I like you," I growled rubbing my nose on hers, 

She giggled and pulled me back to kiss her, I didn't argue happily kissing her back tempted to just pick her up, sit her on the table and tug up her dress. She pulled back and giggled at me before she began to pepper my face with kisses, 

"You are so cute," I chuckled pushing her back from peppering my face with kisses, "May I have the pleasure of knowing your name miss?"

"Y/N!" A voice yelled, 

She gulped sheepishly before the doors to the morgue were forced open by the professor looking very angry and strangely sober, as soon as he forced the doors open she whined and hid behind me as if I was her shield, her little whines the only sound she made. 

"Y/n! What are you doing here!" He yelled at her, but she only hid more, "Doctor Dawkins I must apologize for... any trouble she caused you."

"It's alright she wasn't any trouble," 

"Forgive her, she knows better." He said half scolding her with his words, "I can only apologize doctor dawkins, Y/n! you are not supposed to leave your room get back up there this instant!" He demanded grabbing her arm and trying to force her away, she whined and broke free from his grip coming and cuddling me tightly not wanting to let me go, 

"Professor it's quite alright, she wasn't any trouble really. She can stay here with me I don't mind." 

"That is very kind of you Doctor Dawkins But I must insist!" he said forcing her away from me, 

"Wait, professor! She doesn't have to go I'm more than happy for her to stay if she wants to," I said but he ignored me,

He kept muttering scolds to her as he forced her out of the morgue into the arms of a passing nurse whom he demanded to take her back to her room, Y/n looked as sad as earlier almost crying she let out a sad little whine and gave me a sad little wave as the nurse forced her away. 

"Forgive my grandaughter Doctor... she... she's innocent really, she doesn't mean any harm but- still I can only apologize for any trouble she caused you." he sighed leaning his arms on the table, 

"She's your granddaughter?" I asked rather surprised, 

"Yes..."

"Well you have nothing to apologize for, she is a very sweet girl and she didn't cause me any trouble at all," 

"Thank you Doctor dawkins but still I must apologize for her... she's..." He began, "She's not well." 

I nodded as I didn't want to push him even if his words worried me, He nodded and turned to the door but stopped shortly before, 

"doctor Dawkins... If you could please in future, if you see her out of her room Please... Do not encourage her."

"Yes sir..." I nodded, 

"She's not well. And it's safer... for everyone for her to be in her room," he said before he headed off leaving me alone. 

I felt rather strange to hear she wasn't well, I wondered what that even meant... but I didn't want to push it. So I got on with my work. 

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #doctor jack dawkins #jack dawkins #jackdawkins #jack #jackdawkinsartfuldodger #the artful dodger #theartfuldodgerjack #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger

[sadesluvr]

Can we get some fluff or smut hc of janitor! Steve Raglan and femreader for when it snows on campus and Reader has a hard time staying warm? Its cold af rn and the weather has me thinking..Anywho, Pretty please and thank you!!

A/N: Thank you for the ask, I thought this was pretty cute! Not fem specific so this can be applied to anyone. No warnings, just fluff ahead :)

Steve lived a longgg time ago (not that long but yk) and I don't imagine him to be very rich, so he knows a little something about having to cut corners and cheat the system

He sees you bringing out your warmest sweaters, biggest blankets and taking trips to the thrift store to see what you can find, it kinda makes him sad but he thinks it's cute tbh

As always with Steve it starts off with the small things, knocking on your door to see if you need a hot water bottle

Checking your heating and giving unsolicited (but needed) advice on thermals and flooring...Boring shit, but he just likes being around you

It's a give and take relationship, he helps you and you always offer him coffee

Sometimes he brings you your favourite drink in the mornings/late at night while he asks about your day

Making jokes about you having 'cold hands, warm heart'. You laugh it off and mention something about wearing gloves and he's like 'Noo you can't be mean, you're too sweet :3' DUMB CUTE SHIT TO MAKE YOU LAUGH

Not a warm hc but I can imagine him building a snowman/something out of snow and telling you to look out the window see it in the morning...He's a goofy dad at heart

Bringing you dinner!! I imagine he eats shitty tv meals or sandwiches (bc he can't cook that well) so once in a while he brings takeout

Would totally buy you a heater if you asked. He only spends money on himself so he's dying to spoil you

'Cuddling'/ 'There's only one blanket' trope - Sharing the couch with him whilst you watch TV or whatever. He's a big guy and he radiates alot of heat naturally

If you like the idea of him with a dad bod he's DEFINITELY warm and cosy 👀

Bringing you his old jumpers and sweats to wear

POSSIBLY inviting you to his one night, because he has a 'fireplace' - He does, but that's not the only reason ;)

#florence writes!! #william afton x reader #steve raglan x reader #janitor! steve raglan x reader #janitor! steve raglan #william afton fluff #steve ragalan fluff #fnaf x reader #fnaf fluff #x male reader #gn! reader

[executables-sims]

2023 WIP Graveyard

I made a ton of stuff this year, but not all of it made the cut for Occtober! Here lies those attempts:

AF BG Cargo Pants

My plan for the year was to complete a project a week for 31 weeks, but some were faster than others, and some (like this one) ran over:

I couldn't quite get the texture I wanted for these! I also split the inner side seams slightly off for some reason, which made adding that camo print an exercise in patience. x) Will definitely be unwrapping and painting again in the future!

AM/TM Geometric Glasses

I tried to finish a 2022 project of some glasses modelled from reference, and got all the way to the preview stage before noticing the broken alpha layering! As far as I can tell it's due to unconnected mesh parts, maybe?

Off-shoulder Panel Dress & Heels

An attempt at making a dress I own irl- I repainted the wrinkles on this sooooooo many times...

Also reshaped some TS2 Store heels to go with it, but ultimately ran out of time again.

Pet Water Bowl

A first poke at BHAVs/anims to add the 'drink from puddle' interactions to bowls. Dogs worked out great, but cats…

…were cats. xD

Afro Puff Redux

Another low-poly experiment to try and recreate ModishKitten's 'Cloud Puff' hair. Two texture styles looked strange together, but I'm not feeling the all-over texture either? One day…

EF Above-Knee Skirt with Cardigan & Boots

Technically this shouldn't be here, but it almost got some woollen tights! Very cosy, but figured grandma could show some leg. xD

Would love to make some tutorials in the coming year to share the meshing/painting knowledge I gained over this time!

#The Sims 2 #WIP #Wishing you all a lovely 2024! 🎉🥳

[thedarkjotun]

i will fkng definitely be adding more to this list but here’s a handful of hcs i have about what i see a romantic relationship with garreth involving (these have just been popping up as flashes in my head at random intervals for the last couple of days ok ok):

- generally a very playful relationship (think tickling, piggyback rides, just having a lot of fun together) but at no point do you ever doubt that his love & affection for you runs deeeeeep, he’ll let you know constantly in so many different ways

- nose to nose rubs, or at the very least foreheads leaning together while you two just enjoy being so close to each other

- cute lil notes left for you when you wake up in the morning to find his space next to you in the bed empty, very messily scribbled but tells you he’s gone off to tinker with his next potion experiment and that he loves you very muchhh

- would totally let you wear his sweaters and they’d be cosy af and smELL LIKE HIM (the uniform he wears in the game doesn’t include a sweater that i can see but i reckon they’d be amongst his casual clothes, era-appropriate of course)

#sorry i’m not comfortable using the term for nose to nose kisses as i’m not sure if it’s offensive #PLEASE let me know if you are more experienced in this #garreth weasley

[nachowtoast]

Relationship HC's: Gecko Moria

First to know: Although a whole Arc revolves around this ugly bastard, there is little known about that man.

But(t) we all agree: he is a massive teaser, he is fckng loyal and lazy af.

(My HC's mostly range from the backstory I give him and the OC I ship him with.)

Head Canons:

* Gecko Moria is a cocky bastard: He will tease the shit out of his S/O like... whether they like it or not. He'd rather play naughty than nice. Always talking with respect and care... where's the fun in that??

* Lazy: Yes, if you thought he'd get his fat ass out of bed for his S/O.. you are mistaken... but well.. maybe he would... maybe he'd crawl out of his cave-ähm- sleeping quarters if you ask nicely or annoy him enough... maybe he would try to go out of his way to plan or arrange something special for his S/O. When they ask. No, that was not him... maybe

*Softie: I'm not only talking about his absolute soft outter layer, but soft and gentle side. He may be a real ass and doesn't give a crap about what anyone thinks off him, but really does take great care of the ones closest to him! He might seem passive and uncaring at first, but he'd make sure his S/O has all they need. Hands down, he is a great captain and an equally awesome boyfriend.

* Dating: Something cosy and relaxing. Candelit Dinner (not too corny ofc but with style) Watching a play or the sunset together... heck... even napping together. Nothing where he'd have to do too much... but if he sees that something would make your day... he'd do it. Heck. You could even go shopping with him. He'd carry all your stuff (big bf advantage) and would mercilessly fall asleep when you try things on. Go on. Ask him what he thinks about outfit X. He does have a neat sense for fashion! You won't be disappointed.

* Cuddling: Did you look at him... best.. cuddly buddy ever... if you are same sized, then you can hug his long arms or snuggle yourself close to his soft body. Use him as your big teddy bear. He might complain, but he'd still like enjoy it. If you are an average sized human... be prepared.. cause that man is the best giant pillow you'll ever find! Gotta love that chonky man. 💜

* In bed: ... you don't really think that someone looking that edgy is tame and simple in bed? No. That bastard could solely work on you for hours, just to make you sing his name and discover your whole vocal range. He might have been inactive for a long time, but he'd still find his way to joy town quickly...plus.. his Kage Kage no me provides many creative ways to use in a more unholy setting.

Yo, HAVE YOU SEEN THAT BASTARD IN HIS YOUNGER YEARS?? That chocker was the fucking black belt in-@#£#

The end

#gecko moria #gekko moriah #relationship hcs #there are way to many possibilities with how he is #but that makes it sooo exciting to write him!! <3

[myuntoldstory]

🥺🛒✨🍦🍷❌🎃👀

JAYNE THIS IS COMPREHENSIVE AF sdlkfjlkds ahahahaha but omg thank you very much for these! also obligatory butts~

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🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

i love, like, the quiet moments.

like this is any moment and im so sorry that's so dlsfkjldskf vague, but when things go microscopic and all is quiet, if that makes sense? so say, in that stuck in the elevator fic i talked about, it's when lily and james were just talking in a stuck elevator.

i kind of like those because it's quiet, and it's just the characters, and nothing matters outside of their bubble. it's just really nicely intimate so i tend to write more of those.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

okay! so obvious one is fluff.

just fluff lmao. like most of the things i write are fluff. also some angst sometimes, but it's mostly fluff. i like soft and romantic things so it's really what i want to write about. i love writing characters being in love and writing those quiet, in love moments that they share. it's become a bit of a barrier just because when i tend to write, it always ends up fluffy when, for example, i intended the story to be dark or sexy or something. i don't know lol. but yeah lots of fluff.

also lots of em dashes, this is more of a writing thing. i know i tend to use em dashes a lot.

before i used to start my stories with dialogue a lot. because it's always what i've been comfortable with. but then one day i was writing a chapter for an original story and i paused and realised: "the past three chapters have all opened with dialogue, wtf". so not only did i change that chapter lmao but also kind of made myself mindful of how i start stories in the future.

themes of love. always love. used to be, like, romantic love, but over the years i've explored love that relates more to family. again, it's just something i want to write. not to say i can't write any other genre than love, but it has to have that element somewhere.

there was a time where i always included like, mugs or cups filled with hot liquids and the steam just curls up in the air lol. i feel like that alone sets the tone of things when i write. like always cosy, i guess, but it's kind of a versatile cosy, if that makes sense lol.

this is more of a bad habit, but i know i tend to over explain or over describe things. and i know my readers are intelligent af and can figure out things from how i implied it in my stories, but i still worry that my meaning's not coming across so i tend to over do the prose and end up with blocks upon blocks of unnecessary prose lol.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

*pats back* that'll do, piggy, that'll do. :D

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

sweetest!? oh gosh...

okay, i have two. i don't know if it's necessarily the sweetest fic i've done, but:

balderdash is one. that's i guess the published one. i seem to have a favourite of exploring just what happens if james and lily lived beyond... or i guess, just living as a young couple about to be parents. because we never really got to see them as parents or how they even coped with being expectant parents and then becoming parents; it's always fun to explore. and, not to sound sentimental, also just give them a chance to live happily lol.

unpublished is this modern au oneshot of lily and james being stuck in an elevator and bonding that way. i had a whole backstory included in it which kind of morphed the one-shot into a multi-chap fic. me during that time just lose steam every time i come across something i have to do myself lol. sorry for being lazy. anyway! snippet of the story below.

p.s. the writing's super rough because it's been stuck in draft mode.

“You reckon we should’ve thrown them a crisp or something?” Sirius asked as he munched on a handful of Pringles. Things are getting interesting now—the couple seemed to be on their third laugh trip. The first one lasted for a good two minutes and after, they no longer played the game as their conversation restarted as though it had never paused in the first place. While everyone in the security room did, they seemed to never noticed how they never moved away or how their hands remained together.

“And risk ourselves being found out?” Harry exclaimed. “No. No way.”

“Speaking of,” Cresswell interjected and gave the troublemakers a stern glance. “What happens after this?”

“After what?” Sirius replied.

“We very well can’t keep these two in the lift forever.”

“Can’t we?”

“No.”

“Why not? The building has another operational lift, yeah?”

“Black, I swear to God—”

“Call Frank?” Harry quipped, making the adults look at him.

“Oi—good thinking, Harry! And it’s his day off too” Sirius ruffled Harry’s hair before pulling out his mobile.

“Who the hell’s Frank?” Dirk asked Harry.

Harry shrugged as he kept his eyes stuck to the monitors. “Dad and Sirius’ mate in the Yard.”

Now, the feed showed that Lily and James had finally separated; they resumed their positions of sitting against the wall. They continued to talk, though, the smiles on their faces seemed a permanent thing now. Harry couldn’t help smiling as he recognised the expression on his father’s face… the kind James always wore when he was in love—gentle, helpless, and full of love. Harry’s mother was the only receiving end of such expression until she left. To see it after all these years made Harry more certain of his decision. Lily and his dad were meant to be together—he knew it.

🍷 Do you drink and write?

alcoholic? no, i'm not that sophisticated.

coffee and tea? for sure. also unavoidable when i write in cafes, like my local starbucks, though i usually just order the iced teas there. when i decide to write i sit there for a solid 6-8 hours so i have to plan and like... drink maybe a grande size for the first three hours and then venti in the next three just so i don't fill my bladder immediately ldsjdslkjfd. tmi but yeah. but yeah all iced teas, food at the side too so i have energy lol.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

ohhh. omg okay. okay just a disclaimer that my answer to this question isn't like a blanket "i hate these trope" but more of a "i don't feel i can do this justice".

abo - because i don't understand enough of this to do it justice. i mean, i've read it, and i understand the concept but then i fear that if i write it, it would just automatically go into furry territory. which isn't bad, of course, but yeah.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

yes i did!

pretty sure i wrote one for halloween, which celebrated the season but also the death anniversary of jily. that one's my favourite one just because, wow, i managed to write something that reflects the cosiness of the season.

you know what, i think halloween is my most written season just because i also wrote a macblack fic for it too. not necessarily my favourite just because of how lengthy it became and i remember losing steam, as i usually do when it dawns on me that, holy shit, what i've written was longer than intended.

but yeah. gotta love that spooky season!

in saying that i would like to write something for christmas (sorry i know this isn't part of the questions but shhh shhh it's gonna be okay). and other holidays like easter??? i think ahahaha like bunnies and easter chocolates. but yeah, future plans!

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

i'm writing a blackdonald fic inspired by a new hozier song, "too sweet" (which is like the most perfect sirius black song i've heard in a while. fight me on this). look, i only have dialogue because that tends to stick with me first. the dialogue comes first and i just stitch it together with prose dlkfjdlsfjfld. but, yeah, nothing too special, it's a one-shot, uhm... sexy??? i think??? well i'll try to make it sexy, you know i've only ever written... uh... one official smut. so. you know.

anyway, here's a snippet lol:

“You just got cheated on.” “I’m also not your type.” “Fuck it.”

do with that what you will. even i don't know where it goes after this lmao.

#replies #jayne #fanfic writer emoji ask

[laz-kay]

I spy bunny ears tomorrow👀

Happy Thursday, Belchies! Just settling down to watch some Bob’s with my brother. Our conservatory is being renovated into a disabled bathroom for mum, so my bro’s taken to knocking on my bedroom door each evening to watch Bob’s with me in there. We get cosy, catch up on our days and make hot chocolate. It’s cute af tbh. He’s a good’n🥰

#thursday #february 1 #february #2024 #february 2024 #daily calendar #calendar #bobs burgers calendar #bob’s burgers #bobs burgers

[pacifymebby]

Hey what are your favourite books? I’m so intrigued about what books you’ve talked about to musicians about, because I too have ripped into many an indie boy about only ever paying attention to Bukowski hahah so relate

Hiiii!!! This is my favourite thing to talk about so thank I for the ask <3

So I'm not gonna lie, for all I rip into indie boys for Bukowski, some of my favourite books are by people just as bad morally haha

Also this is gonna be longggg because my taste varies so much

I think my favourite books/most treasured/ almost always guaranteed to have one of these in my bag at all times are:

🌿 Quite Early One Morning/Dylan Thomas

Man's a genius when it comes to a vivid, touching, somewhat haunted short story, there's so much life and spirit in every single memory he tells, and if you listen to him reading his own stories you feel them hit all the harder. Something really homely and cosy and I read them whenever I'm feeling sad. This little books been all over with me.

🌿The Dear Green Place / Archie Hind

When I lived down in England with my gran, I'd phone B when I was sad and he'd read down the phone to me, usually Scottish faerie tales and stuff but also this from time to time and then he gave me a copy one day and I read in cover to cover in a day or two whilst travelling and like, this is one of the ones a mean when I talk about like, "nothingy books that are sad af but beautiful, Bukowski take notes.." because it's just about a working class man living in poverty, he meets the love of his life and they marry and they live in poverty, he's desperately trying to be a writer, nothing works out for them, it's miserable, its bleak, it's fucking beautifully written, it captures the hope in being hopeless, it touches your own sadness and idk, also the man just describes industrial Glasgow beautifully. It's just beautiful. (Also no one gets raped, he doesn't think women are whores, he's a kind and mostly gentle man, it really shows you that not all men are like or think like Charles Bukowski which I think is v important)

🌿 God's Silence / Franz Wright (poetry)

Okay so, he's struggling with the death of his famous poet father, he's struggling with his faith, he's struggling with alcohol and feeling hopeless. Again melancholic, nihilistic but... well written, it actually makes you feel something, there's imagery, you can picture stuff, there are lines that hit you in your chest and stay with you forever.

🌿 How Green Was My Valley / Richard Llewellyn

This is one of my dad's favourite books and he read it to me in bits when I was sick as a teenager. But I've read it so many times now too. The funniest thing I think about this is that the guy who wrote it claimed to have based it on his own experiences as a Welshman from a Welsh mining family, but he actually spent most of his life in England. I was always read this with a "isn't our country gorgeous, aren't these descriptions beautiful," kind of attitude and part of the reason I still love it is because it's true, just the first few pages where he's describing the valley are fucking lovely and really do make me a wee bit homesick but like, it's funny to me that the man was actually about as Welsh as me.

Books musicians recommended to me (I did not like all of these):

🌜 a few weeks ago an indie boy in a band went off on one about how Perfume by Patrick Suskind is his favourite novel of all time and I was actually probably a bit too mean but A) me and my dad are both in agreement that it's just not thattt interestingly written B) it's my ex's favourite book and C) guarantee this particular indie boy is only saying it's his favourite because it was Kurt Cobains favourite.

🌜 Hangover Square / Patrick Hamilton

A member of the libertines recced this to me when I was extremely drunk about 7ish years ago haha, like drunk enough that I don't remember which one I was talking to, but he was really laying it on thick about how much he'd enjoyed reading it (I honestly think he'd just finished it because he gave me the copy out his pocket which is either like, he always keeps a book to give to girls he's chattin up or he'd just finished it idk) anyway I didn't read it for ages afterwards but then when I did I was actually like oh shit this is quite good actually. It's very dark but also quite amusing in a similar way to all the Russian stuff, like bad shits happening to the protagonist but the protagonist is a bad person so you're enjoying it I guess.

🌜 Lolita / Vladimir Nabokov

Okay so as much as we all know Lolita to be that book, there's no denying it's incredibly beautifully written, the prose is gorgeous (purposefully so because famously Nabokov was laughing at the stupid Americans he said would praise anything if you dressed it up nice enough, even noncing)

This was another rec from my "wants to be a groupie coquette" days and I'm not gonna say who it was who recommended it to me, but they read me some of it and went on a little rant about how lovely they thought it was. And I laughed at them later when I was reading it because I was like wow, you're the person this mans laughing at wow. BUT I'm also eternally grateful to them for turning me onto Nabokov when I was like 16 because Nabokov turned me onto all the other Russians and also Nabokov wrote one of my favourite books ever also. So I owe alot to the older man in the indie band who should not have been talking to me lol.

🌜 Ham on Rye / Charles Bukowski

So! Many! Men! Told me to read this book or other Bukowski books and I tried really hard with the man's poetry and stuff but fucking hell, I can't do it... I just don't think you can go from idolising Ginsburg's "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked..." to Bukowski's "People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water," and accept the latter as a genius because like, those poems are essentially about the same hopelessness that swept up several American generations and yet one of them captures the devastation and the hideous romance of it all and one is making snide comments about baths.

🌜Bright Dead Things / Ada Limon

This is actually one of my favourite poetry collections of all time, it's gorgeous and emotional and you will be so unsurprised to find out that it was a woman who recommended it to me, she also went off on a long and loving rant about Sylvia Plath, it was lovely. Best post gig convo ever.

🌜 Just Kids / Patti Smith

Okay Patti Smith is fine right, but every feminist boy in an indie band is going to rec this to you as proof that he reads books by women. She is good though, I didn't finish the book but that's because I started reading Touching From a Distance/Deborah Curtis at the same time and got my heart trashed so badly I couldn't pick up a book for a month afterwards.

🌜Touching From a Distance / Deborah Curtis

The man who lent me this one actually had really good taste in books and put me onto a lot of good authors (Max Porter - read Lanny - , Amalie Smith, Emma Glass, Fernanda Trias, Victoria Kennefick - eat or we both starve is very good poetry - Daisy Johnson) he's really into his musician biographies as well and he's recommended a few good ones over the years. But this is by far the best one, it's really heart wrenching and it tells the story of a family getting let down time and time again but the government/social care and healthcare in Britain and just, idk, it doesn't glamorise Ian Curtis and it doesn't dismiss any of the bad shit he did, it doesn't paint him as a lovely wouldn't hurt a fly kind of man. But it does give you a lot of insight into a complicated and painful set of experiences, and honestly I think it's written simply and beautifully too.

🌜 Homage To Catalonia / George Orwell

I'm literally just including this to let you know that if a man tells you to read George Orwell run a fucking mile. This is by far the better of his books I've read but Orwell's just a classic shitty misogynist with an inability to even write that stuff in a pretty way. Like I think the fact that he himself was very privileged and constantly trying to convince the world that be actually wasn't, and that he was really interesting just shines through so hard. You sorta read it and you don't get any of the "this man understands me" you just get "this mans boring and wining about something his rich parents could totally fix" like, he doesn't have anything good to say because he doesn't feel idk.

Other big favourites of mine that I recommend to everyone ten times a day:

🍒 Glory / Vladimir Nabokov, The Double / Vladimir Nabokov

Honestly skip Lolita and go straight to the double because it's straight up incredible, it's black humour, self made catastrophes, your main character is bad and you see him cut about making trouble for himself and it's so entertaining and just a good read. Glory is amazing for the same reason. Nabokovs been done so dirty by heart shaped Lana girls (ME!) And the men who fancy them.

🍒 Elena Ferrante / My Brilliant Friend and the rest of the Neopolitan Quartet

These are for the girls and possibly the men who want to understand the girls. It's like This Is What Makes Us Girls but set in post war Italy in a poor neighbourhood, it follows two girls who are best friends who's different lives drag them apart and push them together. It will make you feel things, it will make you write a letter to your childhood best friend, you will want to call your mother and get to know her etc. It's so so good, there's drama, there's emotion, it's not an overly complicated book full of long words so you find yourself really gripped and hooked in without having to concentrate which is great.

🍒 Tropic of Cancer/Capricorn / Henry Miller

Of all the horrific cunts out there he's the worst (apart from William Burroughs because as far as I know Henry Miller never murdered his wife?)

But he was a misogynist, he was a racist, he was just a total lowlife HOWEVER

All is forgiven (joke) because there are some heavenly passages in these two books, I remember being so breath taken when I was reading these as a sad stoned late teens girl in my lonely little London flat. I lay on my rug getting high and read these two in like 3 days and I kept crying cause the words were so fucking pretty. If Bukowski had ever written anything this pretty I'd have forgiven him for being such a pervert.

Trigger warning though, you have to be really careful with Henry miller because there's heavy violence against women in some of his books (I don't remember there being much in these tbh, just explicit but consensual sex in these two) but in some of his others he talks about raping women or beating them and it's unpleasant. He was for sure a deeply unpleasant human being. Very good writer though.

🍒The Unbearable Lightness of Being / Milan Kundera

I only read this one last winter, I was miserable and feeling like I needed to press on the emotional bruise and this book really did the trick.

Again, the main character is a womanising cunt and I would say if you ever meet a man who reminds you of him then run as fast as you can. However there's just so much beautifully written sorrow in it and again, there were passages that stole my breath away or made me swallow a lump in my throat or just straight up gasp on the train home from work.

"But is heaviness truly deplorable and lightness splendid? The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously the image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?"

"In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine."

I remember I underlined a lot in this book and like just searching for the passages I loved most has made me want to read it again.

🍒 The Bell Jar / Sylvia Plath

I just don't think I'd be a nymphet girlie on Tumblr if I didn't tell everyone that reading this book when I was just starting to feel the strain of uni was like, being hit with an emotional freight train and being relieved that it had hit me because that meant someone else had felt the same thing as me in the past. No one's going to write better about the intimate pain of womanhood than women I guess. The expectations everyone has on you to be bright young and beautiful like, no man's ever tapping into that no matter how empathetic they may be.

🍒 The Pachinko Parlour / Elisa Shua Dusapin

Similar to Sylvia Plath, there's just somet really touching and homely comforting when you read women in their late teens early twenties being lost and melancholic and wasting their life away and not achieving as much as they were supposed to, when you're a woman doing all of those things too. And that's what I am and what I was when I read this. The books written quite basically but not primitively, the sentences are all very simple but all the more touching for their simplicity I think.

🍒 Tristessa / Jack Kerouac

When I am miserable I put on Loveless by My Bloody Valentine and I lie in bed, languishing, reading this. It's literally just a real tragic story of love withering to loss and like, it's beat generation, and its written by an alcoholic wanker but, he's a sentimental, nostalgic wanker with a talent for making you feel sentimental and nostalgic for lives you never lived.

I'd also recommend Maggie Cassidy by the same man, his shorter novellas are really good and nowhere near as overwhelming as On The Road. Though On The Road is a good read if you have the time and patience for it.

🍒 The Dangers of Smoking In Bed / Mariana Enriquez

Some of the scariest short stories I've ever read fucked me up good and proper but also kick started my horror revival.

🍒 Rebecca / Daphne Du Maurier

Gothic and haunting but romantic too and she really really hits you in the chest when it comes to fancying gloomy older men who make you feel like a little girl. Again though her descriptions and sense of place are captivating, everything's vivid, you can really picture yourself in the gardens at Manderly. It's beautiful and dramatic and yeah, I love it. I read it at the height of a heatwave but I think it would also be a good autumn read tbh.

🍒 Wuthering Heights / Emily Brontë

Definitely read it when it gets cold and autumnal and gloomy. The books peak gloom. You hate every character and yet you feel their pain and root for them too. Idk I read it in the winter when I was sulking and at home in bed with a fever and it was really good, I've read it three times since haha.

🍒 Little Birds /Anaïs Nin

If you're gonna read Henry Miller you should read Anaïs Nin because she was his better half. She wrote erotica which men sent back complaining she ought to "cut the poetry" some of its very shocking but erotica back in the day was very much about challenging people and subverting the literary worlds expectation for art and stuff. I honestly think it's pretty feminist to read Anaïs Nin, as a teenage girl I think she taught me a lot about sexuality and definitely was how I learned sexuality isn't a masculine thing, that women's pleasure and desire is a fcking art form.

I will be straight up here and say with my whole chest that I haven't read enough women. When I was a teenager doing most of my reading I was reading the beat generation and the beats don't have many famous female writers among them because major sexism of the time meant that if a man went off and did drugs became a bum and lived the bohemian lifestyle he could be Jack Kerouac and be hailed a charming but gloomy tender author. When women did this they got carted off to institutions by their parents or became rhe victims of severe domestic violence. So for a long time I wasn't reading women because it didn't fit the genre I was into.

Then when I got back into horror I got deep into feminist horror but like, some of that is the likes of The Bloody Chamber which I read and HATED. I think basically what it is is that men who are good get published way more but also talked about way way more. Women who are good get published but not as often and when they do they get talked about less. Some of the best stuff I've ever read has been written by women but it's only in the last ten years started being translated because a lot of its from foreign countries and the literary worlds not long since stopped only publishing white men.

Anyways sorry for such a long post!!! If anyone decides to read any of these then let me know what you think of them!!!!

#pacifymebby recs #paccifymebby books

[the-fiction-witch]

Hopelessly P2

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty Af

Requested:

Could you please do a part 2? I loved this one 😍

Please part 2 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

You have to keep going with hopelessly PlZ

More hopelessly!

I woke slowly with a haze to my vision, for a few moments I couldn't be confident if I was still in the cling of sleep dancing with my dreams or if I had truly spilt back into reality. I had been so hard these last weekdays to try and discern the dreams from reality as my reality had become what I had always dreamt of. 

I laid on my back in the sweet glow of the morning sun, the mattress below me, as I wore only my nightie and even that, had been tugged up to my thighs, the soft cotton of the sheets against me. Below my head the soft warmth of tender skin my arm around his waist, my head on his chest, his own arms around me one on my waist the other on my upper arm, my leg wrapped around his. The only sound was the bird tweeting in the morning sun, the gentle hum of his slow sleepy breaths, and the muffled cluttering downstairs of hospital business only just begining for the day ahead. 

I was unable to prevent my smile as I nuzzled a little closer to him moving my hand to gently stroke across his bare chest, which was enough to cause him to stir. 

"Umm Good Morning," I cooed 

"Humm Good Morning" He smiled taking my hand in his to give my skin a gentle kiss I giggled glancing up at him "Humm hello down there." 

I giggled more "Hello up there," 

"What is a very pretty girl doing here then?" He asked 

"I live here you cheeky boy,"

"Ohh, Do forgive me I for a moment thought I was dreaming, I'd been spending the night in the company of an angel" He smiled "Now I see it's just you y/n"

"Very funny Jack" I smiled moving to give his lips a sweet kiss he happily pulled me closer to him so not an inch of us was a part, as he happily kissed me. Till I pulled back "You have that appointment this morning."

"Do I? Pity. rather hoped we'd get a nice morning" He cooed 

"A nice morning?"

"Humm you know I like when we get to stay in bed an extra few minutes." He smirked giving my lips another sweet kiss "You joining me this morning?" 

"I'm still deciding" I giggled bundling myself up in the covers 

"Evil little Nursey" He smirked kissing my head before he climbed out of bed over me and stretched himself slightly his back cracking as he did "Ow."

"You alright?"

"Ummm. I am not accustomed to staying in one place all night" He said going to the wardrobe to get dressed as he had only slept in his underwear

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be. I just need to get accustomed to you."

"Why didn't you move if you wanted to?"

"I didn't want to disturb you." He said getting his trousers on and I couldn't help but watch which he spotted and winked at me "You know I don't. I'd never forgive myself if I woke you" He says coming to lean over the bed "You're really going to stay in bed while I go down to work?"

"I don't have to start work till half eleven"

"But you always get up with me."

"I did when I had to make your breakfast and run around after you all day" I giggled nuzzling into the covers and getting as cosy as possible 

"Ohh? So when you were just my nursey, I got breakfast, and work, and sweet words. Now you my lady I get kicked out of bed, no breakfast and an attitude do I?" He chuckled "Doesn't seem fair."

"You're getting kisses in return"

"Well I suppose that does add something" He smirked leaning down to kiss me again clearly meant an innocent peck but our kiss deepened and deepened until he knelt on the mattress crawling on top of me "You're just trying to make me jealous" 

"Maybe I am"

 "Don't make me go y/n" He groans 

"You have to Jack" I giggled petting his hair and stroking his face 

"I want to stay with you" he pouts

"I know, but Sneed will butcher the man if you're not there to do it."

"You're too clever" He smirked "Alright," He sighed before he continued getting dressed "But when I'm done with the rounds on the ward you are to be down to work yourself."

"I promise" I smiled "I wouldn't want to stay in bed too long without my sweet jack to keep me warm." 

"Good girl," he smiled as he finished getting dressed "And how about tonight, you and I finally make this bed squeak a little?" He smirked sitting on the bed with me rubbing his nose on mine 

I blushed hard "Really?"

"Really."

"I think we've waited long enough, but only if it's what you desire."

I giggled but I nodded "Only if it squeaks all night" 

"Hum All night y/n" he smirked kissing me again this time far more intense slightly heard him groan into the kiss his hands slipping up the sheets until he met the top and he tugged them down to better reveal my nightie his hand met my waist and began to stroke the cotton of my nightie "Ummm Y/n!" He groans between kisses his hand moving higher but I grab it before he can touch my breast

"You can wait till tonight Jack."

"You don't know how long I can wait."

"Well, how long?"

"Not that long." 

"You can wait till tonight. Or tomorrow your choice" I warned him 

"Evil little Nursey" He smirked rubbing his nose on mine "Fine. Tonight, but not a second more" He said getting up and going to the door "I'll see you later won't I?"

"Of course."

"Good girl, Love you" He winked blowing me a little kiss 

"Love you too" I giggled blowing him a kiss too before he headed off 

I giggled nuzzling in the covers for a little while more,  I had over the last few days made this place my home as our two rooms had now been combined, my clothes took up half the wardrobe, my books half the shelf, and I now took half the bed. We graciously gave my room to Jack's servant which he was more than happy with. It had been about a week since my drunken confession and it had been the happiest week of my life, I had spent every night in his bed, and every day whenever we saw each other we'd share kisses and sweet words, I was living in a dream, in fact, my dream had not even gotten to a point of jack and I being so intertwined. I did blush at the thought of the bed squeaking for us all night, but I did feel for him. A week our lives had been utterly entwined living almost as husband and wife and yet I had not touched him, He had wanted to of course but wanted to wait until I was ready, Given we had spent years in utter admiration for one another but only a few days truly together he thought It didn't seem right to do so. That and the moment I told him of my innocence he wanted to make sure such a moment was worth all our years of waiting. But It has been a week of sharing a bed, and a room, I can't blame him for getting a little frustrated even if he did want to wait. But tonight... I can't deny I was utterly ecstatic, 

I forced myself up after a little while and got dressed for the day ahead and hurried down to the main part of the hospital and began my work rushing about as usual to do all my laundry work and as usual as if nothing were different a nurse past me as I stripped a newly empty bed.

"Dr Dawkins Needs to see you," She said 

So I quickly took the laundry down to the wash and then headed up to see him, before I'd have dropped everything but I suppose I could keep him waiting a little longer, and I found him in the prep surgery prep room.

"There you are. I was wondering where my nursey got herself off to."

"I've been busy." I giggled going over and standing close to him

"Busy? Too busy for me?" he asked taking my hand 

"Never."

"That's my girl" He smiled kissing my hand "If you please" He smiled glancing to where his apron hung so I happily went over getting it for him and bringing it over helping him into it tightening the back a little more then he usual had "Oi! carefully." He warns playfully as his patient is brought in along with the crowd 

"I suppose I'll see you later then."

"You will, But aren't I missing something my little Nursey?" He smirked 

"Oh?" I asked 

"Where's my lucky kiss?"

"It's only a leg amputation." I giggled 

"Still."

"Alright" I smiled giving him a lucky kiss, a ritual we had begun since my confession whatever surgery he was going to do be it a finger amputation or something more dangerous always he wanted his lucky kiss, 

"Am I interrupting something?" Her voice spoke up I glanced to the door and saw Belle ready to help with today's surgery I froze up given this was the first time we had all seen one another since he uhhh... politely told her to quote 'sod off' I wasn't sure how any of us would react, I get the feeling as she looked at me that she wanted to cut my head off. 

"You are actually Milady, go on I'll be there in a minute," He told her 

She pouted but headed in so I smiled and nuzzled with him 

"Awww, My little nursey happy with me?"

"Very happy" I smiled giving him another kiss "I'll see you later"

"See you later y/n darling" He smiled giving me one more kiss before he headed into surgery so I went back to work but I stopped short as I felt something... a twinge in my stomach, a knotting, twisting, stabbing feeling. 

"Oh shit-" I sighed throwing everything in the laundry and rushing up to our room immediately pulling my dress up seeing blood running down my leg "Fuck-" I sighed opening the wardrobe and quickly searching for my one of my rags 

Luckily I found one and managed to get it where it needed to be before any more blood came tumbling down my legs. I leaned on the bed frame trying to get my head straight given the cramping realising it wasn't sudden this had been happening most of the day I just hadn't paid it any attention as I often don't.

"You just had to show up today didn't you" I complained

Oh no! Tonight!

Oh no Jack will be so disappointed, 

he'll be so angry at me, 

so upset with me.

I feel awful I'd have to tell him, that and I'd of course have to hide it for the next few days now we share a room, that's not going to be fun or easy either.

I felt awful like crying but I went back to work knowing it'll be much harder to get things done now. I purposely didn't go and see him any time today I felt so terrible that he had been waiting so long we finally agree and then my body goes and changes its damn mind! once work was done for the day I made myself a hot tea and climbed into bed trying not to cry from the utter pain, the only words I could say to myself were simply "Sometimes... I hate being a woman" I sighed 

I heard footsteps and immediately I panicked but I knew I had to tell him, the door opened and quickly closed Jack smirked shutting the door and leaning his back on it as he looked at me immediately his smirk grew as he saw me "Ohhh there's my little nursey" He smirked locking the door slipping his jacket off hanging it on the door, undoing his waistcoat and dropping it to the floor as he stepped over "Ummmm now that is a perfect sight, my little y/n in bed waiting for me, you should be like this everyday" He growled, "Umm come here!" He smirked only managing to pull one of his suspenders off before he jumped on the bed, literally! he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with such aggression and passion you'd think I was all that was keeping him alive, I kissed back a little almost giggling at his excitement "Ummmmm y/n! y/n!" he groans between kisses "Uhh my darling!" he groans ripping the covers off me "Uhhh I can't wait for a second longer y/n!" He groans tugging at my dress but I force him back and stop him

"Jack. Please." I began 

He knew something was wrong immediately he could tell from my face and my voice "Y/n? what's the matter?" He asked taking my hands  "Was I too intense? was it too much? I know it's your first I should be gentle I uhh I couldn't help it" He said adjusting his suspenders "Come on I've wanted this since I got here you can't blame me for getting a little excited" he smiled 

"I know, I know I'm sorry Jack"

"Are you alright? we don't have to do this if you don't want to" He reassured 

"No I want to, I do I really, really do jack -" I began

"Humm let me at my little nursey then" he smirked grabbing my leg to move them apart but the moment he did he saw - "Is that blood?" 

"Yes," I nodded as much as I had used my rags to try and prevent the leaking blood had been seeping through them and onto the white sheets 

"What happened?" He asked panic across his face

"What do you mean?"

"What happened? Did someone hurt you-"

"Jack. It's my period." I said my face turning as red as the sheets at the idea I told him such a thing, the mere idea I had uttered such a word to anyone let alone a man. but my words calmed him 

"Ohh..." He let out a sigh of relief "You. frit. me. to. death." He said tapping my nose with each word 

"I'm so sorry I- I'll go"

"Go? no, come on lay down get comfortable and I'll look after you" He cooed making me lay back down and wrapping the covers around me giving my head a kiss 

"But I should leave-"

"why would you leave?"

"I imagined you wouldn't want to be around me when I'm like this."

for a moment he looked very confused "You're not bloody contagious." He laughed "I hope, I mean if I spent a week with you like this and I start bleeding out my cock I think we have bigger problems," he said and I couldn't help but giggle "Don't you worry about a thing, I'm going to take care of my little nursey" He cooed stroking my hair 

"I'm so sorry-"

"About what? it doesn't bother me" 

"I know, I didn't mean to I am hopelessly at its mercy"

"I know, it's alright I know you can't" He smiled giving me little kisses 

"You really don't mind?"

"Of course not, Y/n I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you I have to get used to these things" He chuckled 

"You do?" I blushed "You- you really want that?"

"Of course I do, why wouldn't I want to marry the woman I love?"

"Y-you've never told me that before" 

"We have only been together a week... haven't really had time to tell you everything" 

"I guess not." I nodded "You'd really want to get married someday?"

"Someday, not too long I hope but someday" He smiled giving my head a kiss "You want anything? some warm tea? A hot bath? a nice massage? a cuddle?"

"I'm alright I don't want to be a bother"

"It's no trouble, I'd rather you be comfortable" 

"A little cuddle?"

"A little cuddle for my y/n" He smiled stripping off and climbing in so he could cuddle me spooning me gently not being careful not to squeeze my stomach or anywhere else that may have hurt "Why would you be so worried? I'm a doctor. I understand how ladies work"

"My father used to lock me in my room, told me I was disgusting like this."

"Well, I promise I am never going to look you away for anything." He smiled giving my cheek a kiss,

for a while we simply lay together he would give me little kisses to make me feel better and if ever the pain grew intense Jack would stroke my stomach until the cramps subsided 

"I'm really sorry about tonight Jack"

"Hey, I told you, you don't need to be sorry-"

"I know but, about tonight. Given our plans and all," I blushed 

"ohhh yeah, about that." He nodded "Well" he sighed "Y/n. I've waited this long for you, I can wait a few more days" 

"I'm sorry, I was so excited about tonight and then I went and messed everything up"

"Aww y/n you didn't mess anything up it's fine really" he cooed moving me gently to lay on my back so he could hover himself over me "I mean... if you really wanted to I'm not opposed" 

I looked at him a little surprised and he just playfully shrugged "Jack I'm bleeding."

"Yeah? Darling, I'm a surgeon. I'm not averse to a little blood" He smirked "and I have heard it can even soothe cramps" 

"Can it now?"

"I have heard so yes. Shall we experiment?" 

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[archduchessofnowhere]

I'm back from my vacations! As I mentioned, during my time away home I read the memoirs of the English governess of Archduchess Elisabeth Marie aka "Erzsi", the only child of Crown Prince Rudolf and his wife Princess Stephanie of Belgium. The memoirs itself are a bit dull at times and honestly I wouldn't recommend them unless you really want to learn more about the young Archduchess specifically, since they don't even go that much into the life at the Austrian court. Still, I did find some interesting anecdotes that I thought you might also find interesting. I decided to start with the one thing that stressed the governess the most: Erzsi couldn't spell in English at all.

From the memoirs:

On the 19th I received the following postcard, dated from Munich:

" I am vel, it es beutiful, mach perfier dan en Wienna. Wienna es in comparesor hored. —ELISABETH."

Erzsi to her governess circa 1897:

The governess was very angry that Erzsi wrote like that since she had had another English governess for four years before her arrival "and yet she could write and spell no better than a child of six, and she was fourteen". The governess lamented "Poor little neglected thing!".

She also provided us with other letters to illustrate Erzsi's particular spelling. I'll share these two that the Archduchess wrote while her governess was in England visiting her family, (spoiler: Empress Elisabeth mention!)

Karersee Hotel, Tirol, July 25th, 1897.

Dearest M.,

I rit to tell you the good nious that my dear ant Isabell has a little boyi. I am so happe I kant tell you how. You know how we spok tugeter over it and we hopt alwes it will be a sonne and now it is. Her it is after Laseenburg Abbazia and Miramar the nicest place I know I kenn onley tell you I loev it. All ar plest with it. I am kwid brown and it (manger) how I navee did it and slep evrey day as long as I wisch. It is rally a splandit life. The heles ar loevley the wetter alwis sins we ar her kit beautiful and in the day verry warm, wit evning and morning kul. The rums ar smol beut verry nice and cosey — the iting verry good. Sins to days there is not wone (1) nuage sur le ciele. Splendid. There was wone after non un arage with grèle it was aful on the hils all was whit. When chell I goet a letter from my god old Pig ? . . . I hop soon. We ar all verry well. Madame is making verry lairge pramenads and is so well that I kant belev it, I fink sch is better than in Laxenburg. I know nafing from ouer dear Roza I hop sche es well. I fink sche is so sad sche kant rit.

I rod you a enof log letter. I hop! . . . I wisch to becom wone how is as long as that won.

I embrasse You My Dear Good Masie of all my hart and hope you lik swed home.

Your loeving

Erzsi.

There ar mamy nice Engitsch her and 2 aful wons gust lik Missis W . I hat t rit that nam. Say my loeve ta mother and Lilly. The Imperatrisse af Autriche is komming here to Karersee.

The Governess actually felt the need (and was right) to provide a translation from Erzsish to English:

Karersee, July 25th, 1897.

Dearest M., I write to tell you the good news that my dear Aunt Isabelle has a little boy. I am so happy I can't tell you how. You know how we spoke together over it and we hoped always it would be a son, and now it is. Here it is, after Laxenburg, Abbazia and Miramar, the nicest place I know. I can only tell you I love it. All are pleased with it. I am quite brown and eat — as I never did, and sleep every day as long as I wish. It is really a splendid life. The hills are lovely, the weather since we are here quite beautiful, and in the day very warm with evening and morning cool. The rooms are small, but very nice and cosy. The eating very good. Since two days there is not one cloud in the sky. Splendid. There was one afternoon a thunderstorm with hail. It was awful. On the hills all was white. When shall I get a letter from my good old Pig? I hope soon. We are all very well.

Madame is taking very long walks, and is so well that I cannot believe it. I think she is better than in Laxenburg. I know nothing from our dear Rosa. I hope she is well. I think she is so sad she cannot write. I have written you a long enough letter, I hope. I wish to receive one from you, as long as this. I embrace you, my dear, good M., of all my heart, and hope you like sweet home.

Your loving

Erzsi.

There are many nice English here and some awful ones, just like Mrs. W . I hate to write that name. Give my love to your mother and Lilly [the Governess' sister]. The Empress of Austria is coming here to Karersee.

Sadly for Erzsi her summer vacations at Karersee aka Carezza came to a sudden end because Empress Elisabeth basically kicked her out (this one is mainly in French, translation below):

Karersee Hotel,

Tirol,

August Third, 1897.

My dear M.,

Tenk you very much for yor god letters. I meest tell you a very sad neuse (nouvelle). Nous partons le 5 dici pour Trafoi. Nous sommes touse desolee surtou pour la resons qui nous chasse dici. Je ne tous dit pas plus ceulment que sa Majestat le 'Imperatrise viens ici ! Je suis sur que vous comprenez et que vous aurez la grande bonte de ne pas en parlez. N'est ce-pas ces terrible ? Nous allons le 6 a Meran, la nous retrouvons Maman et nous partons de la a Trafoi. C'est 8 heures en voitur de Meran. Je vous pries de penser un peu a nous ! Vous esperons de retournez I'annee prochaine ici dans ce chere chere Karersee. Le temps est superbes, croit warm. Nous jouons au Tennis and we, make large work. I rit in frensch becouse it gose cwiker.

I embresse You.

Your loeving

Erzsi.

Translation provided by the governess:

My dear M.,

Thank you very much for your good letters. I must tell you some very sad news. We must leave here on the 5th for Trafoi. We are all desolated, above all because of reason which drives us from here. I cannot tell you more, except that Her Majesty, the Empress, comes here. I am sure that you understand, and that you will have the great kindness not to mention it. Isn't it terrible ? We go the 6th to Meran. There we shall find Mama, and from there we go to Trafoi. It is eight hours by carriage from Meran ! I beg you will think a little of us. We hope to return here next year, to this dear, dear Karersee. The weather is superb, nearly warm. We play tennis and take long walks. I write in French because it goes quicker.

I embrace you.

Your loving

Erzsi.

Why did the Empress made her granddaughter and her retinue leave? The very few times Elisabeth is brought up in the memoirs, the governess always remarks on how cold and distant she was towards Erzsi, and she attributes this basically to her dislike towards Crown Princess Stephanie being extended to Erzsi. The Archduchess, in turn, was afraid of her grandmother. I will write on this in more detail later, but this could really be the only reason for the Empress to not want her granddaughter around. However, the governess notes that the reason may be other, and here is where I raise my eyebrow and ask are you sure about this one? Long story short: there was a woman that claimed to be Elisabeth's illegitimate daughter for years. Many of Sisi's biographers don't even mention her because that's how little credibility her claims have. This woman, Countess Zanardi Landi, wrote a book about her life and provided stories about meeting her alleged mother and her relatives. Going back to the governess, she double crossed the dates of Erzsi's letters and one of the Countess alleged meetings with the Empress, and apparently the dates match. I haven't double checked this myself, so I can't say if it's true. Personally I don't buy it lol. It is either a total coincidence, or someone is lying.

As for Erzsi's spelling, it got a bit better later on, but she did continued writing in English with a mix of German and French spelling. As someone whose first language is spelled "as it sounds", I can understand Erzsi looking at English spelling and going "this makes absolutely no sense I'll write however I like". If you read until here, thank you for sticking around! I don't know how many people will actually find the info about an Archduchess from the late 19th century spelling interesting or useful, but I thought it was a fun anecdote and also, one that 90% of books would skip.

#today i bring you: bad spelling! #and sisi being a bad grandmother #archduchess elisabeth marie of austria #empress elisabeth of austria #recollections of a royal governess

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Turen går til Tasmanien part 1/3

Jeg har haft mid semester break, og denne blev brugt down under down under i Tassie. Her var jeg på grupperejse, hvor jeg var på en 5 day Tassie trip. Der er altså virkelig meget at skrive om, så det bliver nok spredt ud over et par opslag.

Søndag (Hobart - Bicheno):

I dag startede min roadtrip gennem Tassie! Vi startede klokken 7:00 og kørte fra Hobart til Wine Glass Bay, hvor vi vandrede vi på Mount Amos. Det var kun en 2 km retur vandretur, men den var omkring 350 højdemeter. Det var altså meget stejlt, men vildt fedt! På toppen var der en smuk udsigt over Wine Glass Bay, som har sit navn fra hvalfisker dagene. Her ville de rense hvalerne ved stranden, og breden ville fyldes med blodet. Derfor ville stranden altså være helt rød, og den lignede derfor rødvin. Heldigvis er der ikke mere hvalfiskeri i Tasmanien, så nu er vandet flot og blåt!

Efter stoppet ved Wine Glass Bay kørte vi til Bicheno, hvor vi spottede pingviner! Her kommer pingvinerne altså op efter solnedgang, for at komme tilbage til deres reder. Pingviner er meget bange dyr, så efter de havde fundet en sten på vejen de kunne gemme sig under, kom de ikke meget videre i den time vi kiggede på dem. Det var meget mørkt, men pingviner kan ikke se rødt lys, derfor kunne vi se dem med det røde lys. Pingvinerne bruger flere timer på at komme tilbage til deres redder hver aften, fordi de er de mest bange dyr. Vi sad og kiggede på dem under stenen i mindst en time, og det lykkedes altså kun en pingvin at bevæge sig videre mod sin redde. Meget fjollede dyr.

Mandag (Bicheno - Launceston):

I dag vågnede vi lige inden kl 5 for st se solopgangen i Bicheno på østkysten. Det var en virkelig dejlig måde at starte dagen på :))

Efter solopgang spiste vi morgenmad, drak kaffe også tog vi ned til Bichenos såkaldte blowhole. Dette er et hul i stenen, hvor der bliver “skudt” vand op, når bølgerne kommer. Det ligner altså lidt en hvals blåsthul. Her så vi også en sød krabbe, der gemte sig under stenene.

Vi tog derefter videre på vores tur langs østkysten, hvor vi kørte op til Bay of Fires. Bredden er kaldt dette, fordi europæerne kunne se røgen fra alle de Aboriginals bål, som altså lyste hele bredden op. Efter de så havde opkaldt området Bay of Fires, fandt de ud af, at hele bredden er fyldt med orange klædte sten. Navnet passer altså meget godt. Her stoppede vi på stranden Cosy Corner, hvor jeg fik mig en morgendukkert. Vandet her er noget at de smukkeste vand, jeg nogensinde har badet i. Det var helt fantastisk. Udover dyppeturen, fik vi set endnu en krabbe, og en flok delfiner der svømmede forbi. Meget dejlig strand :))

Efter stranden kørte vi forbi en østersfarm, hvor vi fik købt friske østers til frokost. Min frokost bestod altså af 6 friskt plukkede østers med citron og en æblesnegl (ligesom kanelsnegl, men med æble) til dessert. Det var 10/10.

Vi tog derefter videre fra østkysten og ind i landet. Vi kørte til Launceston, Tasmaniens anden største by med lige omkring 100.000 indbyggere, hvor vi skulle sove fra mandag til tirsdag. Inden solen gik ned havde vi tid til en gåtur ved Cataract Gorge. Her fik vi set en hel masse pademelon, små wallabies, og et par påfugle. Påfuglene blev introduceret af en indisk rigmand for mange år siden, der synes Cataract Gorge var virkelig flot, men kunne være flottere med nogle påfugle. Han sejlede hjem, hentede en kasse med påfugle, kom tilbage, og satte dem fri. Heldigvis har de ikke spredt sig ud fra det område, så de skaber ingen problemer for naturen på Tasmanien. Her fik jeg for anden gang den dag lov til at få et dyp, denne gang i ferskvand. Det var virkelig koldt, men det blev gjort, og jeg havde det rigtig rart bagefter!

Aftenen sluttede af med en omgang bouldering, da storbyen Launceston har et bouldering gym. Her brugte vores tour guide Tim og jeg ca 2 timer på at klatre, hvorefter vi fik en god omgang maccas (Mac donalds) til aftensmad.

Alt i alt en virkelig god dag :))

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Today has been shitty. And I just had a mental breakdown so I’m tired af.

But the news of a new chapter on Sunday? Amazing, you made my life better and I love you! It honestly doesn’t matter when the chapter comes out, your health is the most important, but I may or may not be squirming on the couch of excitement.

But like, as I said, as long as you’re doing okay I couldn’t ask for anything else.❤️❤️

(but your story is really great and I am excited for a new chapter)

I’m sorry you had a hard day <3 hopefully tomorrow will be better for you? If you can, cosy up with something you like and chill with a hot cup of something♥️ maybe even have a bath?

I’m so happy my news made your day better!! Oh bless you 😂♥️

I’m honestly so excited to be posting again; I’ve missed it!