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Kitchen Mishaps | Benophie Week 2024

read on ao3 here

Summary:

“Well, seeing as we’re still on our honeymoon. I thought we’d like some privacy.” A small moment from Benedict and Sophie's married life.

Word Count: 2.7k+

My Cottage was strangely quiet when Sophie woke up. 

Granted, they were in the countryside. Meaning the home usually had a serene and calm air about it. No longer living in the middle of London, with all the hustle and bustle that came with it, there wasn’t much noise besides the birds chirping outside and the trees blowing in the wind. And besides Sophie and Benedict, there were only the Crabtrees and the few additional servants Benedict had hired to help around the large estate after they married. Meaning there was usually some noise in the home as everyone went about their day, attending to tasks and such.

But this morning it was quiet. As Sophie rolled over, her body slowly waking up, she ran a hand over the spot next to her in bed, finding it was empty, and frowned. Feeling her hand over the mattress she found her husband was not laying next to her as he normally was whenever she woke up. Which, added to the quietness, was even stranger. 

Benedict was not a morning person. In fact, Sophie usually was the first one awake and was always almost ready for the day by the time Benedict finally woke. She’d be milling around the room, dressing for the day and pinning up her hair, while her husband continued peacefully snoozing on their bed. Usually he’d be spread out, laying on his stomach, with an arm spread out, one he’d had wrapped around Sophie’s waist before she’d awoken. 

But opening her eyes and blinking, Sophie only confirmed he was not in the bed next to her. In fact, he wasn’t even in the room. 

“Ben?” she called out. 

No response. 

She frowned. “Benedict?” she called out again. Louder this time. 

“Downstairs,” she heard the voice of her husband yell back, echoing up from downstairs. “In the kitchen.” 

Getting out of bed and grabbing her robe hanging over the chair nearby, Sophie threw it on over her nightgown as she exited the room. Making her way downstairs she headed towards the kitchen, noticing none of the staff seemed around as she did, explaining the sudden quietness that had come over My Cottage.

And when she stepped into the kitchen located in the back of the manor, she found Benedict crouched in front of the stove. At first glance, it looked as though he was struggling with something in it.

“Everything alright?” she asked. 

“Yep,” Benedict replied quickly. Far too quickly if she was honest.

Sophie watched as he continued struggling with, what she guessed was, to light the coals that would heat up the stove.

“Do you need help?” she asked after a few moments.

“No.”

Sophie only smiled, deciding to lean against the door frame, hands clasped together in front of her, and wait patiently until her husband threw in the towel and accepted her help. It took about a full minute before Benedict slumped back and sighed. 

“Yes,” he admitted weakly.

She chuckled as she came over to where he was sitting and started by opening the vent covering the fireplace opening, so the smoke could rise up the chimney and not fill the kitchen.

“You start by opening this,” she told him and Benedict sighed, making her chuckle more. “Otherwise, the room will fill with smoke.” 

Then she crouched down next to him as she began to work on lighting the coals. Benedict remained next, crouched down, watching as she started a small fight to light the coals, embers beginning to burn. 

“I was hoping to surprise you,” he admitted. “I was going to make you some tea and toast.”

“Because you can cook now?” Sophie jokingly asked, a brow raised as she looked at him.

Benedict pouted, rather childishly, letting out a small huff as he looked away. Dejected.

“Well, I was going to try,” he begrudgingly admitted to her and Sophie laughed. “I do know how to make toast.”

“Well, you should be all set to try,” she said teasingly, still giggling, as she rose back to her feet. “It will take a few minutes for the stove top to warm though.” 

“Thank you,” Benedict told her, rising to his feet as well and kissing her on the cheek. 

“Why didn’t you just ask Mrs. Crabtree for help? Where is everyone anyway?” she asked.

“I gave everyone the weekend,” Benedict answered. “The Crabtrees decided to go visit one of their daughters and the others all went back to the village to be with their families.” 

“That’s kind of you,” she said. “But can I ask what brought this on?” 

Benedict only smiled, taking a step towards her and closing the distance between them, his arms snaking around her waist as he pulled her close. Sophie only smiled back, intrigued by where this was going. Her hands came to rest on his chest as he began swaying her gently side to side. 

“Well, seeing as we’re still on our honeymoon. I thought we’d like some privacy,” he told her.

She was pretty sure the honeymoon was technically over, given it was now month three of being married, but Benedict had said his brother had taken a six month one with his wife Kate and then another months later, so why shouldn’t they. 

And they’d gone to Bath for a month before returning to My Cottage. Sophie, who’d barely been outside of Penwood Park and Penwood House until she met Benedict, never going further than Wiltshire, had gone all the way up to Bath. And how she had loved it, visiting a new city, just her and Benedict. 

But she was also quite happy to be back at My Cottage.

And the privacy that came with it. 

“For what?” she asked Benedict, knowingly, sliding her hands up until her arms were wrapped around his neck. She had to push up onto her tippy-toes to do so, but she knew she could trust Benedict to hold her up. 

Benedict’s smile only widened as he lifted her up slightly off the ground. “Oh, I can think of a few things, but first, I think we should have breakfast.” 

He gave her a quick before setting her back down. Sophie untangled herself from him as she took a step back.

“You want me to cook?” she offered.

“Can you show me instead?” Benedict asked back, a little bashfully. A soft pink hue developed on his cheeks as he spoke.

“Of course,” Sophie replied happily. Taking a second, she thought of something easy to show him how to make besides toast. “Boiled egg. That shouldn’t be too hard. And we can have it with toast and jam.” 

Benedict nodded, watching her as she went about grabbing a pot and filling it with water before leaving it on the stove to warm up. Then she headed into the pantry to get the eggs Mrs. Crabtree typically stored there after the local farmer dropped them off. 

“So, once the water is boiling, you put the eggs in. The time you leave them in depends on how you like them,” she explained, watching the water and waiting for it to begin to bubble. “I always do seven minutes if you want them a little runny but ten minutes is the maximum. Over ten and they’ll become overcooked.” 

As she explained the process of making a hard boiled egg, standing by the stove and using a wooden spoon to gently drop the eggs into the pot once the water began to boil, Benedict hovered over her shoulder, watching.

“Do you have the time?” she asked, looking over her shoulder, and he nodded. 

Slipping his hand into his pocket, Benedict pulled out a small pocket watch and held it out to her. Sophie took a quick glance to note the time, nodding to let him know he could put it away again.

“Alright, so now we wait,” she told him.

But the wait was taking quite some time. Sophie knew, from her time tending to Benedict when he was ill, that he liked his eggs a little runny but that would be at least six more minutes. 

And Benedict could very easily get impatient.

As Sophie watched the eggs, patiently counting in her head the seconds it would take for them to boil to perfection, hands slid around her waist and over her stomach, so that Benedict was behind her with his arms wrapped around her. Then, she felt the nightgown covering her shoulder begin to move. Shifting down until more of her neck and shoulder were exposed. Which was when she felt Benedict’s lips against the curve of her neck, making her tilt her head somewhat to the side. 

She hummed as Benedict continued pressing gentle kisses against her neck, nibbling behind her ear before moving down to her shoulder, as she pushed the eggs around with the wooden spoon as they boiled in the pot. She didn’t need to, but it distracted her from what Benedict was doing. 

And she could feel the skirt of her nightgown begin to rise, making her smile.

“Benedict. What are you doing?” she asked gently, smiling. 

“Passing the time,” Benedict mumbled against her shoulder, kissing her exposed skin once more.

“And here I thought you wanted to wait until after breakfast,” she told him, chuckling. 

“Well,” Benedict started. “You said we had ten minutes, right?”

“Not by the hot stove, please,” she gently chided. The last thing they needed was getting burned. 

“Fine by me,” he replied as Sophie felt his arms wrap around her waist.

She lifted the wooden spoon out of the pot just as Benedict lifted her off the ground from behind and swung her around, moving her away from the stove. A squeal burst from Sophie’s lips as she found herself spinning in the air suddenly, but it quickly turned into a laugh as she was carried across the room towards the table. 

“Benedict,” she sighed fondly as he maneuvered her so she was sitting on the table. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he did the same around her waist, pulling her closer as he pushed forward. Until he was pressed against her, her legs pushed apart to give him space.

And his lips were on her neck immediately. Soft, chaste and gentle. Pressing his lips against the divet where her neck and shoulder met. Which Sophie immediately responded to by tilting her head to the side, giving him better access.

She hummed as he left a trail of kisses over her skin. “Benedict.”

“Yes?” he said between kisses.

“I need you to kiss me. Right now. On the mouth,” she told him, breathless. “ Please .”

“You’re sure?” he asked, chuckling softly enough she felt his breaths graze over her skin. 

“Yes,” she told him with a sigh.

“Really?” he asked this time, still peppering kisses over her neck and jaw. 

“Yes,” she replied, desperate now, tilting her head back further. 

But Benedict was moving down, away from her lips. Down her neck and over her chest, one hand tugging at the fabric of her nightgown. Hard enough that the part covering her breasts was being pulled down, exposing her. The other hand was pushing underneath her skirt, skimming over her thigh until it reached her hip.

And once one of her breasts was exposed, Benedict’s hand moved around to cup it, squeezing as he kissed down her sternum. His thumb brushed over her nipple, flicking it and eliciting a moan as Sophie felt her back arch. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest now. 

One of Sophie’s hands found his head, her fingers pushing through the strands, nails scratching ever so lightly over his scalp. When Benedict squeezed her breast again her hand clenched, tightening around the strands and pulling, making him moan.

“Are you going to do something?” she gasped out, impatiently. “Or are you just going to stand there playing with my breasts?” 

Benedict let out a loud laugh, his hot breaths tickling her skin. 

“So impatient,” he tutted as he began moving down again, until he was on his knees in front of her. 

His hands left her chest, moving to her hips before going further down and then under her nightgown. Fingers trailing lightly over her calves and up to her thighs, making her shiver, before Benedict gripped her upper thighs and pushed her legs apart. 

He stared up at her with dark eyes and made her card her fingers through his hair. The blue of his eyes was gone. Alight with passion they been replaced with black by his pupils expanding far enough that it was nothing but a small sliver. 

“Spread your legs,” he told her, voice low. “Wider.”

Sophie complied, feeling a thrill rush through her as she moved her legs out as far as she could. Benedict pushed the rest of her nightgown up so that the fabric was pooling around her lap, and he moved closer to her crotch. Her heart was beating an imprint into her sternum at this point as she watched him. Her skin was suddenly flushed and warm. A familiar tight feeling began to build in her lower body.

And then Benedict’s mouth was on her cunt, making her jerk. Her legs tried to move back in, but Benedict kept them apart with his hands gripping her thighs as he began working his tongue over her clit and then down her opening. Each lick and suck had Sophie flinching, her hands out on either side of her now, gripping the table tightly, but Benedict had no intention of slowing down. 

One of his hands let go of her leg, a moment of respite that allowed Sophie to relax, before Benedict’s fingers were sliding in beneath his tongue. One, then two, in and out as the tightness built bigger and bigger. Her breath hitched up and she momentarily forgot how to breath as she felt her body finally was going over the edge, crying out his name as she came. Back arching as her body tensed up. 

And Benedict just continued slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her as she came down from her orgasm, kissing the inside of her thigh.  

“Fuck,” she breathed out and felt the tickles of his breath as he chuckled. 

“Mrs. Bridgerton, your language,” Benedict admonished dramatically as he revealed himself from underneath her nightgown, which had fallen over his head while he'd been working to me her cum.

As he moved away and rose back up to his feet, his fingers finally slipping out of her, leaving her feeling empty and craving more.

“Is that a problem, Mr. Bridgerton?” she returned mischievously, chewing her lower lip as he stood up straight before her. 

Benedict only responded by placing his hands on her hips and leaning down to kiss her, smiling. She could taste herself on his lips as he kissed her, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep him close as she deepened the kiss.

They ended up on the floor soon after that. Sophie's nightgown riding up higher as she found herself laying on the floor, Benedict hovering over her. And Benedict’s pants were suddenly off, flung to the side as he slid into her with ease, making her moan.

Sophie wrapping her legs around his hips as he slowly thrust into her, wanting to make sure he stayed in her. Moving in tandem with one another, Sophie was soon crying out once more, with Benedict following suit quickly after. 

After they’d gone a few more times, rolling around on the kitchen floor until they were both sweaty and out of breath, both collapsed on the floor after a few more orgasms. Exhausted, Sophie moved, rolling over and resting her head on her husband's chest, quietly listening to his heart beating steadily in his chest. She was well aware that she was going to need to clean the entire kitchen before Mrs. Crabtree got back, unless they wanted to be lectured as she knew the old housekeeper would know immediately what it was they'd been doing, but for now she would enjoy the company of her husband.

And after a second, she sighed. Breathless.

“We should check on the eggs," she told Benedict. "They’re probably done.”

—

“Sophie…why are they green?”

“...We are not eating these.”

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The Audition

A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

Summary: Tom is up for the role of a lifetime. You use technology to help him perfect his villainous sneer. 🎥

Genre: Smut. Domestic fluff.

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sex. Degradation and other dirty talk. Soft Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Oral sex - male receiving.

Tom x female reader

Words: 2900

Based on this gifset by @lokihiddleston

The Audition

You sighed heavily as the warm sun from the open window crept across the pillow and warmed your cheek. The morning light was bright behind your eyelids. Lazily, you rolled over and flopped your arm across the other side of the bed, finding it cool and empty.

Your bottom lip pushed out in a little pout as you realized your lover was not there for your customary morning cuddle. The sound of the shower starting full force broke through the gentle lilting birdsong that tickled the periphery of your conscious mind.

He’s still nervous.

Still half asleep, you stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of your smooth legs on the fresh sheets and the dull ache that raised between your thighs. You grinned inwardly as your mind brought forth the images of Tom’s beautiful face below you as you rode him hard, impaling yourself on his generous endowment until he was delirious with pleasure.

Preparing for auditions had never bothered him before. Even big ones. He prepared dutifully and breathed life into his characters to the best of his ability. If he was hired, wonderful. If he wasn’t, he was confident in his acting skills; he knew there would be more auditions. As a couple, you weren’t struggling for money; both of your acting gigs generated enough cash to cover the rent on your North London flat and then some.

But to call his upcoming audition big would be a gross understatement.

Titanic.

Gargantuan.

Mammoth.

If he landed this role, it would be life-changing. Thrusting him into the spotlight on the world’s stage. The chance to become a household name like McConaughey, Hanks, or De Niro.  

You had never seen him so tied up with nerves. So, being the generous partner you were, you decided to fuck him senseless; wear him out for hours so that he could fall into a sated state of deep sleep. You allowed another self-satisfied grin to spread over your face as you recalled the sounds he made for you the night before; the moans, the curses, the grunts. The beautiful music of his ecstasy that you brought out of him filled you with glowing pride.

Dozing in and out of conscious thought, you heard the shower spray replaced by the sloshing of water and tapping of the razor against the sink as he performed his morning shave. You moaned at the thought of it. The almost erotic way he craned his neck to get under his chin and the way the clean skin of his jaw felt under your lips when he was freshly shaven.

You shivered despite the warmth of the sun on the bed. Goosebumps raised on your naked flesh, and you felt the stirrings of arousal.

Needy much? You laughed to yourself. Tom moved in with you three years ago, yet it only felt like yesterday. Your amorous need for him was still as present as it was in the beginning.

Fully awake now, you waited for him to exit the bathroom so you could hopefully lure him back to bed for a cuddle. When he didn’t come out after several minutes, impatience won out, and you pulled on one of Tom’s Cambridge T-shirts you found on the floor, then made your way to the door.

You tapped softly with your knuckle, “Tom? Are you finished? I have to pee.”

“Yeah, come in. Sorry.”

You opened the door and found him standing in front of the mirror, gripping his white towel around his waist, his hair still wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Droplets of water trapped in his chest hair glittered in the bright light of your vanity. The look in his eyes was pensive as he studied his face.

“You still thinking about the audition?” You kissed his damp cheek as you passed him to the toilet.

“Despite your best efforts to distract me, yes.” His lip curled up briefly as his eyes followed you. His T-shirt was only just long enough to cover a third of your bare ass.

“You’ve got this, babe. The execs at Marvel will love you.” You smirked as you sat and peed. The ache between your legs and the now prominent bruises on your thighs from Tom’s bony hips reminded you again of last night's vigorous sex rodeo.

“I dunno,” he returned his gaze to the mirror before him.

“You’ve read every comic in print. You know the character backward and forward.” You patted dry with the tissue and flushed. You bumped him to the side with your hip so you could reach the sink. You made eye contact with him in the mirror while washing your hands. “What exactly are you tripping over? Do you want to do the monologue for me again?”

“It’s not the lines… I could recite them in my sleep.”

“You have, Hiddleston.” You wet your toothbrush.

“Sorry.” He gave you that adorably sheepish smile. “I just want this so badly. If I don’t get it,” he shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the stage, and I would never give it up. I’m happy with the films I’ve done so far. But this… Hollywood?” he shook his head again.

“I know. It’s huge.” You widened your eyes at him for effect as you brushed your teeth.

He studied his face in the mirror, got serious, lowered his head, raised his eyes, and grimaced menacingly, “Foolish mortal,” he uttered in his gravelly baritone.

He looked at you expectantly, “How was that?”

“You have the voice down pat. It’s just…” you spat and rinsed your mouth.

“What?”

“Well,” you sighed and put your toothbrush back in the holder next to his.

“Well, what?”

“You’ve got haughty, aloof arrogance down. The regal posture and the attitude? Spot on.”

He waited for you to continue.

“The grimace isn’t as menacing as I know it can be. Maybe a touch too cartoonish? It should be… sexier.”

“Sexier? You realize I would be portraying the villain, right?” he chuckled.

“Villains are sexy! You are perfect for the role. You are the sexiest man I know. Uhh- if you could only see your face while you’re fucking me.” You stare at him briefly with a faraway look in your eyes.

“Thank you, love. But-"

“That’s it! Of course!” You snapped your fingers and pushed past him, “Wait right there.”

Curious, he watched you run to grab your iPhone from the nightstand and a small tripod from your desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an assignment.” You grinned wickedly at him as you set your phone up on the tripod and positioned it on the long counter of the vanity. You then moved Tom into position in front of it. You pressed record, then turned and seductively sauntered to stand before him.

“Darling?” His eyebrows shot up as you pulled the Cambridge shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Do you trust me?” You pressed up and started kissing up the column of his neck in a way you knew drove him mad.

“Yes, but…” he eyed the phone warily. He could see your naked ass and his large hands on the screen as they found your hips. He watched the timer ticking up, indicating it was recording a video.

“Forget about the camera. I want you to see yourself as I see you. This will work. Trust me.” You pulled the towel away, dropping it with a heavy thump to the tiles by his feet. He was tense, but you pressed yourself tight to him anyway.

“Don’t think about the camera, Tom. Think about me.”  You brought his hand up from your hip to your breast. He kneaded it eagerly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned and let your hand glide down his back to his perfectly round bottom.

His lips found yours, and he kissed you tenderly as his hands roamed over the expanse of your bare skin. Soon, you felt him pressing the impressive length of his thick cock onto your stomach. You reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his blonde curls. Heat bloomed in you, and your kisses became urgent.

“Master…” you whispered as Tom delivered wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

He smiled against your skin when he heard the moniker. Last night he was subby and pliant, doing as he was told under your command; this morning, it was his turn to call the shots.

“Wench!” He fisted his hand in your hair and yanked your head back, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

“No, Master.”

“No, I did not.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it firmly, pulling your body closer to his. He released your hair and pressed down on your shoulder. “Kneel.”

You went to your knees before him.

You leaned forward to nuzzle his cock with your cheek, but he caught you by the hair, stopping you just short of your prize.

You looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, “Please?”

“Please, what?” His baby blues were boring a hole through your skull. You resisted the urge to smile as you felt the familiar wet heat between your legs.

You swallowed thickly, “Please, Master?”

Entirely in character now, he raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t release you.

“Please, Master, may I please suck on your cock?”

At that, he removed his hand. “Get on with it, you needy whore.” 

He hissed, his toes curling as you wrapped your lips around the head and lapped at the pre-cum dribbling from him.

“Thank you,” you offered before running your tongue from the base to the tip of him.

“Do you think you have earned this? You don’t deserve the honor. What have I told you about interrupting me as I try to work?”

You gave him apologetic eyes as you took him into your throat.

“Ahh, but I am a lenient master.” He stroked the hollow of your cheek with his thumb. “I have too much pity for you, you pathetic creature.”

You moan around him and feel his butt and thigh muscles clench as he let out a sharp breath.

“No more of that. I don’t want to bless you with my seed too soon, little slut. You haven’t earned it.”

You moaned again more wantonly and palmed his heavy balls in your free hand. His head fell back dramatically, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You closed your eyes and leaned in as far as you could. His course, blonde curls tickled the tip of your nose, and you felt his hips thrust forward. Your eyes watered, and you gagged loudly but didn’t relent as he fucked your mouth.

“Enough!” he pulled out of you with a growl. A thick string of drool dangled obscenely from his head before falling heavily onto your thigh below. He leaned over and grabbed your chin in his hand, “You disobedient little cock slut!”

Before you could respond, he had you on your feet and bent over the long counter of the vanity. You quickly checked your phone to ensure he was still in the frame, then spread your feet wide as you rested your weight on your forearms.

He chuckled darkly when he put his hand between your legs and found you wet. “You…” he moaned as his long fingers pressed into you. “… so wet… so tight…”

“Please, Master,” you clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate to feel yourself stretched around his thick cock.

You gasped and jumped as his free hand landed on your ass; the smack echoed around the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Ahh…” you writhed beneath his palm as he rubbed small circles over the red, raised skin.

“Calm yourself.” You bit your lip as he removed his fingers, wrapped his arm around your hip, and started tapping lightly on your swollen clit. “Do you want my seed, little one?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You tried to think of anything but the rhythmic pulse of his fingers.

“You must earn it. My seed is precious. Why should I waste it on you?”

“I… I…” your fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth quartz countertop.

“You are pathetic. You were so easy to bring to my bed. You put up no fight. So eager.” The tapping stopped, and he started rubbing tight circles over you.

“Oh fffuuck T-” you inhaled sharply, “Master.”

 He gave your reflection a devilish grin, “Did you dare almost use my familiar name?”

“I’m s-sorry,” you gasped. You were going to come. He hadn’t given you permission, but you couldn’t stop the crescendo. You went over the edge before you could think to warn him.

Your knees tried to buckle, but Tom pulled your hips back to him firmly. The blissful delirium was short-lived. He removed his hand too soon, and your orgasmic song quickly turned into whimpers. You went to move your hand between your legs to chase the fading feeling of raw pleasure, but Tom caught your wrist and pressed it against the counter.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Please…”

He tutted, “Naughty, naughty.”

“I’m sorry, Master. My King.”

He pressed into you slowly. Too slowly. You pushed your hips back to hurry him along. He responded by pulling out of you and smiled as he heard your high-pitched whine.

“Maaassterrr… I need it. I need your cum inside me. Please…”

Tom watched the undulation of your hips as you writhed, desperate for him. His cock was aching for you in return. “Greedy peasant.”

He wanted to deny you, to tease you until you were begging. Another time, perhaps. He couldn’t wait another minute for you, for your perfect little pussy, always so wet and tight for him.

He held tight to your hips and took you roughly. You watched his face in the mirror with your mouth agape and panting. There it was. His bottom jaw pushed out a fraction farther than the top. His lips pulled back over his teeth as he sucked in quick breaths.

He cursed and grunted. The sharp sound of your skin smacking as he fucked you bounced around the room.

Give it to me, baby. I want it all.

He brought the fingers of his right hand back around to stroke your clit. “Come now, my little pet. Come around my cock.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you concentrated on the heat building between your legs. Soon, you were crying out Tom’s name as your body twitched and spasmed.

“Fuck, woman…” his pace stuttered, and you felt his cock jerk and throb as he coated your channel.

He ran his large hands all over the soft skin of your back as he tried to catch his breath. Once he finally regained his wits, he caught you giggling at his reflection in the mirror.

“What is funny?” His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was still ragged.

“I just hope I can walk normally again before my curtain call.”

He gave you another one of his adorably shy laughs that you loved so much, “The show must go on.”

He pulled out of you slowly, most of his spend following and sliding down your leg. He retrieved a clean washcloth from the linen cupboard and wet it under the hot water.

As he cleaned you off, you looked into the camera’s lens, “And, scene.” He laughed with you as you stopped the recording.

“You are going to delete that, right?”

“Let’s not be hasty. When you get this role, you will be gone for weeks with a whole ocean between us.” You winked at him.

“If I get this role, darling. If.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “But thank you for believing in me. I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling with post-orgasmic magic, and you felt your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you tenderly for what felt like several minutes before releasing you with a final kiss on the forehead.

Weak-kneed and twitterpated, you slipped back into his T-shirt and went to your dresser to pull on some leggings. You grabbed a hand mirror and motioned for Tom to join you.

“I can’t believe we just made a sex tape.”

“It’s homework. Try not to get too excited.”

“They never doled out homework like this at RADA.” He followed you to the bed, shirtless and barefoot, his favorite grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He snuggled up beside you as you played back the scandalous video.

“That’s what I look like while I’m…” you peeked at the phone through your fingers.

“No use being shy now.” Tom pulled your hand away from your face and kissed your knuckles, not looking away from the part of the video where you were pleasuring him with your mouth.

He watched the video, transfixed. “Mmm… I’ve changed my mind. Do not delete this.”

You blushed, “It is quite hot, isn’t it?”

He hummed in agreement and adjusted himself in his sweats.

“There,” you hit pause, “That’s the look, babe.”

“The sexy grimace?” he chuckled.

“The one and only. Here,” you passed him the mirror. “See if you can replicate the look while your dick is soft,” you teased.

“Who says I’m soft?” he tickled your thigh as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Please don’t get me wound up again. I really do need to be able to walk tonight.”

During the days leading up to the audition, you would catch him practicing his villain face in the mirror well past the point where he perfected it.

When he got the call from the director asking him to be their Loki, he took you out to dinner to celebrate. He wore a bespoke blue pinstriped suit and secretly carried a small velvet ring box in his pocket.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

The Truth is In The Trouble (Pt. 1)

Ship: Sweeney Todd x Bill Fang

Word Count: 1132

Summary: While Mrs. Lovett's business appears to be looking up, Bill's luck seems rather the opposite. When he admits to Sweeney that he's run afoul of the law, the barber takes it into his own hands to right the wrong, inadvertently showing Bill just how far he's willing to go for those he cares about. CWs for implied cannibalism, classism, mentions of cheating, murder.

Tag List: @dudefrommywesterns @canongf @futurewife

It seemed so sudden when Mrs. Lovett announced that she had acquired new ingredients, but it didn’t take much convincing for Bill to brush off the oddness of the occurrence and set to help her make the next batch of pies. He also didn’t question why she sent him out the next day to promote her shop; she had tried it when she first hired him, but it had never worked. Still, he managed to convince those coming to Sweeney for a haircut or a shave to give the “new recipe” a try, even when they had prepared the meat like they always had. What was shocking was the customers’ overall delight with the supposedly new product.

“Where on Earth did you get this meat?” Bill had to ask when they had almost sold out of the test batch of pies.

“I found it cheap at the market, the packaging was a bit damaged but the contents was just fine!” Nellie insisted at a low volume as to not catch unwanted attention from lingering customers. “I think it fell off a ship coming from Italy, it had some foreign language on the side.”

“Never heard that one before…” He scratched at the back of his head, watching another satisfied customer leave before shrugging. “But I suppose if it sells, it sells.”

“That’s the spirit, my boy, and we’ve still got plenty of supply to last us until Friday.” She pinched his cheek in an excitedly maternal way. “And think of the talk! For once in our lives, people are going to leave the shop and not warn others not to come by!”

Bill nodded, rubbing his cheek as she turned away from him. “What happens when we do run out, though? What are the chances you come across something like this again?”

“Oh, pish posh. If all goes well, sales from this batch will allow us to purchase just as quality of meat as what we’ve got right now.”

It was at this moment Bill stopped listening, for an unfriendly face had just entered the shop.

“I think I’m going to go check on Mr. Todd, see how business is going for him…” He announced quickly before ducking out the side door, not leaving time for Mrs. Lovett to react. He took the steps two at a time and let himself into the parlour, careless as to whether Sweeney was with a customer or not. Thankfully, he wasn’t, and was merely wiping down his chair from his previous appointment.

“Ah, Fang. What brings you…? Are you alright?” Sweeney began as he looked up, setting aside his towel. Bill was sure he looked pale and anxious as he glanced over his shoulder and out the window, though it was unlikely the man he was avoiding had seen him.

“Someone I’d rather avoid just walked into the pie shop.”

Sweeney raised a brow, intrigued. “Oh?? Who could you possibly have an issue with, you seem to me as the least likely person in London to have an enemy.”

Bill laughed nervously, inching further into the room. “Well, you’re probably right about that, I don’t make it a point to step on anyone’s toes… but, ah, the who in question would be one Officer Maltby. To say the least, I couldn’t hold my tongue when I overheard him talking down on folks like us- that is to say, without much to our name but honest workers -let alone when I realized he’s very likely cheating on his poor wife.”

The barber’s expression became one of surprise and underlying outrage. “Well, I can very much say I would’ve reacted the same. So he’s got it out for you now, then?”

“He technically had to let me off the hook since I was only exercising my freedom of speech, but given any future chance, even the smallest offence, he said he’d arrest me.”

“The whole tree of authority in this city is rotten to its innermost ring,” Sweeney spat disgustedly. He stepped closer to Bill, unconsciously making his next proposal much more intimate. "You don't deserve to be walking on eggshells every time you leave the shop, straining your ears for the sound of those damned boots… I will take care of him for you."

Bill's eyes widened slightly and his cheeks warmed. "Take care of him…?"

"Precisely." His mind was made up. Officer Maltby must be the next in the chair, if it wasn’t to be the Judge, of course.

"Shouldn't you be avoiding any lawmen?"

Sweeney’s laugh was more akin to a bark. "I'm a very smooth talker, I assure you, he won't suspect a thing…" He hesitated, struck with the desire to take Bill's hand in his own. Though sudden anxiety screamed at him internally, he did so anyway, holding Bill's hand up to his chin. "Allow me to extend the same kindness you've shown me, Bill. Please."

Their entire face felt red hot. They swallowed, unable to look away from Sweeney’s tired but set features. “If it’ll ease your mind… just be careful, alright?”

Sweeney let go, letting Bill’s hand gently sway back into a resting position at their side. “It would, most certainly. There is only one thing I ask of you… invite him up here for me.”

Though it was uncomfortable, Bill agreed. He returned to the shop below and curtly told the officer that Sweeney wished to speak with him, throwing in something about a discount for those who worked so hard to keep London’s streets so “safe” and “pristine.” He hoped the barber would speak with him as he gave the man a shave, perhaps even threaten him slightly… he truly had no idea. When the officer went upstairs, Bill went below, into the belly of the pie shop, where the large ovens and meat grinder were kept. He hummed as he took inventory, sighing over the mysterious meat that had come into his boss’ possession. There was no packaging to be found, but perhaps she had discarded it already.

He hadn’t been down in the shadows and the heat long before he heard an odd tumbling sound from above. He looked up at what he had always assumed was a laundry chute, just in time to see the bloodied body of Officer Maltby sliding into the room. He screamed, surely alarming whoever remained in the shop above and quickly drawing Mrs. Lovett down the stairs.

“Oh, sweet Satan’s slippers! Look what he’s gone and done now,” she exclaimed to herself as Bill whipped around to face her. She put her hands out to keep him from rushing past her. “Now, just calm down…! This’ll all be explained as soon as Mr. Todd gets down here…”

Bill attempted to push by her, screaming past her shoulder in panic, “SWEENEY!!”

[ancientwastedlores]

Hiii! I've missed your fics and I was so glad to see you back! I saw this idea on IG some weeks ago and omg I want it.... so Tom H is being forced to marry someone because of some family agreement that happened ages ago, and he has to see it through because he is a gentleman and a man of his word... but Reader is hired to plan the wedding (basically the event of the year!) and Tom falls in love with her! I'm thinking Antony Bridgerton vibes, pain and longing! thankuuuuu <3 <3

My goodness, it's been a while! What with having a job and everything, I've lost touch with writing, but I do miss it. So glad to see you missed me too, I was afraid I would return to darkness :')

With love, from me to you...  

NOTE: I meant for this to be just 1 part, and it ended up being 3. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Masturbation, 18+ only

WORD COUNT: 4991

FREED BY FATE (PT 1)

This wasn't happening.

A promise made some 10 years ago... surely, she would have found another man. Surely, she would have fallen in love with someone else.

Tom Hiddleston, hiding away in his London townhouse with the curtains drawn and lights off, gaped at the headlines on his phone.

"Honoria Sterling, Heir to Worldwide Hotel Empire, Set to Marry Marvel’s Tom Hiddleston."

The words almost seemed to be in another language. Taking another swig of his whiskey, he tossed his phone aside and glared into nothingness.

He would have to call on Honoria. She would just have to understand.

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24 hours after the news broke, Tom found himself at the door of Honoria's penthouse apartment, knocking with all the strength of a man after a painful trudge through one of London's miserable rains. He would have driven, but he needed the walk. As hot as his head was getting thinking about Honoria’s betrayal, it would take London’s cold showers to calm him down before seeing the woman face to face. 

He heard her shuffle inside before unlocking the door and pulling it open. What greeted him was a tall, classic English beauty with curlers in her hair and a sour look on her face. 

"I was expecting you." she said curtly. She tossed him the towel she held in her hand. "Come in and dry off."

Dripping wet, he took the towel and attempted to dry his hair as he entered the lavish apartment. Any other day, he would have carried Honoria in his arms and fucked her on her designer couch while marveling at the city lights. Tonight, however, the thought of touching her made his skin crawl. 

He glared at her as he made his way to her expensive fur carpet and sat down on it in defiance. The wet sludge on his shoes made their insolent mark, and he all but smirked at her. 

She rolled her eyes. “Okay, you made your point. Just talk like an adult.” 

"You had no right to break the news that way."

"I knew you wouldn't commit to it. And I wasn't in the mood to have a fight."

"What if I were seeing someone!?"

"Oh please, you broke up with that singer like a month ago. You're not one to move fast."

Tom still gave her the dirtiest look as he wiped his hair. "You had no right," he muttered.

Honoria sat on a barstool across from Tom and crossed her long legs. She was unperturbed by his accusations. "We had a deal. I told you... I collect."

"You could have warned me."

"Would you have agreed to it?"

"NO!"

"That's why I didn't warn you."

He sighed. Silence seemed like the only appropriate thing for the moment. He could hardly muster the energy for anything else. The walk to her house took everything out of him, and the only thing he could think to do was sleep. 

“I’m staying on the carpet tonight and we will discuss this in the morning." 

Saying this, he grabbed a pillow from the couch, put it down on the plush carpet, and settled in for the night.

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You were among the youngest recruits in the wedding business but a formidable force. Small in stature but a towering personality that always got the best of the company’s toughest suppliers. It was never any point in negotiating contracts with you, so they decided it was better to be your friend than foe. 

From handling suppliers like an expert to striking deals that made both your boss and your clients happy, you were possibly the best thing to happen to ‘Mosaic’ since Kate founded it 6 years ago.

You were practically invincible, and Kate knew it. Little by little, she felt comfortable giving you bigger weddings to handle, and you never disappointed her or your clients.

So when the Hiddleston-Sterling wedding crossed Kate's table, it was obvious who she’d choose to assist her. 

"Be my number 2 on this," she pleaded.

"I don't know, Kate, I'm already managing 2 weddings this month..."

"Hand it off to Alison and work with me on this one! Come on, you know you want to."

You did... this would be the biggest contract Mosaic had ever seen, and you'd been wanting to talk to Kate about becoming partners in her business. This would be your in... impress her, and she might agree to give you shares in the company. But you also had to consider the well-being of your existing clients. 

"I... it wouldn't be fair to my other clients, Kate. I can’t switch up on them and make Alison the point of contact out of the blue."

"Y/N... I don't trust anyone else. I’ll speak to the clients! And this wedding will need 2 very capable, very active people to contact at all times with questions and requests. I can't do this alone."

"Um..."

She looked at you with eyes the size of saucers.

"FINE" you exclaimed, instantly a giant grin crossing your face. "Hiddleston-Sterling!"

Both of you squealed in her office before you had to compose yourself and walk out.

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The sun rays filtered through Honoria's intricately patterned curtains and fell on Tom's sleeping face in the most beautiful way. He stirred awake, disturbed by the light and blinked to focus his sight. He was still on the floor in her living room, and she was off in the kitchen brewing herself a coffee.

"Honoria?"

"Oh hello. You're up!"

She walked to the living room, 2 cups in hand, her heels clacking against the Calcutta marble floors. She set down one cup for Tom and motioned for him to get up.

"We still need to talk," he reminded her.

"Plenty of time for that. I have to go to work now. I've got the planner coming to meet me at the office and her assistant will come see you later."

"What planner?"

"What planner? The wedding planner! Come along!"

"Honoria... we can't do this. "

"Thomas..."

"Oh dear," he shook his head at the mention of his full name.

"Tom," she corrected herself. "I need this. I will have nothing if you back out, you know that."

He looked up at her from the ground, still in a daze.

Honoria was beautiful... a classic English beauty with soft features and a timeless elegance about her. Tom couldn't break her heart.

"When is the assistant coming?"

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Binders, forms, stickers, and color pens in hand, you rapped on the door of a fancy London townhouse. This was by no means your first time meeting with a high-profile client, but you were afraid of falling into his charms.

Tom's every interview online felt like he was flirting with the camera, and you couldn't help but feel like you were on a date every time you watched one pop up on YouTube. But no... you had to be professional. The man is getting married. To a billionaire, no less!

A second later, the door was opened.

It took you what felt like hours to compose yourself.

Tom Hiddleston, all 6 feet and 2 inches of him, stood before you with his blonde curls, soft smile, and a crisp white shirt. Fighting the urge to take a deep breath and smell his scent, you mustered up a professional smile for the groom-to-be.

"Mr. Hiddleston! I'm Y/N." you said. "I'm here to discuss the wedding, the office must have informed you."

"Of course, Mosaic Events. Come in!"

You stepped into an immaculate hallway with antique-style tables and fresh-cut flowers atop them. Of course, his home was pristine. "Right this way..." he pointed to the living area, where there was already a teapot, 2 empty cups, and a plate of biscuits.

His attentiveness during the conversation surprised you. You thought he'd be dismissive or distant, perhaps too overwhelmed by his situation to pay much attention. But no, Tom was all ears and eyes. When he told you what he wanted, it felt almost intimate... like getting a glance into a side of him that was forbidden. He talked about flowers and how he wanted his late grandfather's poetry to be read out at some point during the wedding or reception. It told you the story of a little boy planning his special day once he'd found the love of his life.

"I know men don't usually give this much thought to weddings..." he said sheepishly. "Honestly, I want Honoria to have whatever she wants, so if my ideas step on her toes, you can just discard them."

You smiled at him. "We try to accommodate both the bride and groom so it's special for both of you. And... I think it's beautiful you've given it so much thought."

"Do you have a lot of men so specific about their wedding needs?" he asked, hoping for some solidarity to make him feel better.

"Actually... more than you'd think!" you decide to give him a little gossip to make him feel better, "Once, I had a client tell me he wanted his bride to walk down the aisle to the Jurassic theme."

"What?"

"Not naming names... but he got a piano version of the theme made and had his to-be wife walk down the aisle to that. She had no idea. Probably still doesn't!"

Tom laughs, now relieved. It's a beautiful laugh, but you always knew that.

"Thank you, Y/N. For talking to me and getting my ideas down."

"You're very welcome!" you stand up and collect your things.

As he walks you to the door and opens it for you, you sense a hesitation in his actions.

"You want to ask me something," you say.

He looks surprised. "Um... well, yes.”

“Go on, then. I’m sure I’ve heard worse” you tease.

“Gosh, no… I - I wanted to ask if you're single” a fierce red creeps into his cheeks. 

"Ah. You want to know if the wedding planner has planned her own wedding," you tease, "Always the planner, never the bride."

He laughs. "I reckon that's a yes."

"Yep. Far too much on my plate to handle a man."

"It's a man's job to handle you, not be handled."

"Well..." you shrug. "Never met a man who didn't need handling. And the good ones are all taken so... here I am."

You’re not sure why you’ve just revealed such an intimate detail. Perhaps the wedding planning made him so vulnerable you felt you had to share a tidbit. You force a smile, however awkward, to your face. “Have a lovely day, Mr. Hiddleston. I’ll be seeing you soon!” 

You leave through the door and skip down the steps as Tom watches you. “I sure hope so.” he mutters under his breath. 

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The Mosaic Events office had been buzzing for the last month. The date for the Hiddleston-Sterling (or as you’d termed it: Hiddling) wedding had been set, sending everyone, especially Kate, into a frenzy. 

You’d met Tom only one more time after the initial consultation, only to discuss the wedding date and venue. Honoria was present at that meeting, and you were frankly a little intimidated by her presence. She was beautiful, powerful, sophisticated, and to your surprise, incredibly funny. You saw why Tom would marry her, and it was obvious why she’d marry him. 

At the time, though, the air wasn’t as charged with excitement as you’d expected. Tom seemed miles away during the discussion, mainly agreeing to anything Honoria said. It seemed possible he was just having a bad day… 

But today… today was important. You had planned a cake tasting and were scrambling to get your planners and papers in order. 

As the morning sun glinted off the skyline of London, the pastry chefs and bakers at The Tea Room began setting up for the day's events, and you were right there with them, setting the table for the session. A round table was meticulously set up, laden with different flavors of cakes and their respective icing options. A stack of notepads, pens, and swatch cards lay beside each plate, ready for notes about preferences and decisions.

As Tom and Honoria arrived, the tension in the air was palpable. Tom's usual charming demeanor seemed to have an undercurrent of unease as Honoria, ever the elegant figure, swept in, her eyes glittering with excitement. You couldn't help but notice the lack of intimacy between the couple — a stark contrast to the warmth and affection that typically filled these tastings.

You sat across from Tom, your eyes meeting his. His gaze was inquisitive and held a sense of familiarity that caught you off guard. Honoria took her seat beside him, her diamond engagement ring sparkling under the chandelier light.

The session started with a selection of classic flavors — vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. Tom was attentive and involved, asking about ingredients and the possibility of personal touches to the wedding cake. You were taken aback by his thoughtfulness and interest. He wasn't merely agreeing to Honoria's choices this time but engaging in an honest dialogue about the cake design, the flavors, and how it all tied back to the theme of the wedding.

You couldn't help but lean in, captivated by his earnestness. Tom noticed your attention, his eyes meeting yours again. You saw a flicker of something and, as a reflex, pulled back. 

"Honoria, I quite fancy the idea of having lavender in our cake. It might be unusual, but it could be a homage to the lavender fields in Cotswolds where we had our first trip together." Tom suggested.

Honoria seemed taken aback. "Lavender? In our wedding cake? I don't know, Tom, it sounds rather odd."

Tom visibly withdrew after this rejection, and you couldn’t help but feel a tug at your heartstrings. 

"Actually…” you heard yourself jump in, “Lavender can be a beautiful, subtle flavor when done right. And it's symbolic, too. It can represent love and devotion — which seems apt for a wedding cake, don't you think?"

Tom's eyes brightened, and he looked at you with appreciation. "Yes, exactly!"

However, Honoria, her gaze icy, swiftly shut the idea down. "I think we'll stick with the classics, Thomas. No need to experiment on our wedding day."

You sensed the disappointment on Tom's face, but he simply nodded, not wanting to push the issue further. The cake tasting continued, but the atmosphere had shifted. The spark in Tom's eyes had dimmed, and his voice lacked its previous enthusiasm.

As the day ended and decisions were made — a towering traditional white cake with ribbon fondant, pearl detailing, and roses — you couldn't help but feel like something was missing. These tastings were usually filled with laughter, curiosity, and excitement as the couple debated over flavors and playfully teased each other for their sense of taste. This one felt… formal. Almost like a wedding activity to check off the list before Honoria returned to managing her empire and Tom returned to set. 

You began packing up your duffel bag filled with binders and samples when you caught Tom’s eye. He walked over to you, a shy smile on his face. "Thank you for today. And for understanding what I wanted... even if it didn't make the cut."

You returned his smile, the air between you humming with an unspoken connection. "No problem. Sorry it didn’t work out, but…” you reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a small cake box, “I got them to bake you a vanilla pastry with lavender. If I were you, I’d eat it on my couch while binge-watching something.” 

Tom’s smile faded, and his eyes widened. It seemed as if someone had reached into his heart and pulled out the very desire he’d been desperate to manifest, though it seemed little to do with cake and more to do with your gesture. 

“Thank you, Y/N” he said softly. “This was… this is wonderful, thank you.” 

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Tom sat on his couch, playing reruns of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, savoring every bite of the pastry you got made for him. It was delicious, unique… perfect. He couldn’t help but think of you - ache for you - as he took bite after bite and imagined you next to him, tasting each pastry. 

He carefully set aside what was left of the pastry and stared into nothingness. After settling into the couch and putting his head back, he took a few deep breaths before unbuckling his belt and reaching into his pants. 

It had been a month since he first saw you, and he’d stopped himself from thinking of you in any capacity other than a friend. This day, however, watching you try cakes, get frosting on your fingers and lick it off (an act that horrified Honoria’s delicate English sensibilities), and enjoy sweet flavors with sinful sounds, pushed him over the edge. 

After taking a moment to breathe and recenter himself, he let his mind drift. Images of you from earlier in the day surfaced, making his heart race. He remembered the way you had playfully argued about the lavender in the cake, the way you had laughed, and the way your eyes lit up when you spoke. He found it enthralling.

He imagined you there with him on the couch, your laughter filling the room as you bantered about the show on TV. His heart ached at the thought, and he let his hand move, his touch bringing a much-needed release.

As the night deepened and the laughter from the TV echoed around the room, he found himself lost in fantasies of you. Each touch, each stroke, was fueled by thoughts of you — your smile, your laughter, your kindness.

His other hand traced imaginary lines over his chest and stomach, his mind picturing your hands instead. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought of you touching him, your fingers dancing over his skin.

The fantasy of your touch, the imagined sound of your voice whispering his name, drove him over the edge. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath hitched, and a low groan escaped his lips. 

As the wave of pleasure washed over him, he let out a soft sigh, a single word slipping from his lips, "Y/N..."

In the quiet aftermath, Tom was left panting on his couch, his mind filled with thoughts of you. It was a strange sensation, both satisfying and overwhelming. He realized that he was falling for you, despite the complicated situation he found himself in.

And as he lay there in the silent room, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to actually have you there, right next to him. To hear your laughter not in his imagination but echoing in his living room. And above all, he wondered what it would feel like to taste lavender not just on a cake but on your lips.

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“Do you like it?” you asked Honoria, hope in your voice. 

“It’s absolutely perfect!” she exclaimed. "You've truly outdone yourself, Y/N," Honoria continued, her eyes wide with admiration. She turned to look at the grandeur around her, at the majesty of the venue that you had turned into an elegant dreamscape for her and Tom.

The venue was the epitome of classic elegance and beauty. Vaulted ceilings adorned with ornate carvings led the gaze toward the expanse of sky visible through the massive glass dome. The walls, cloaked in ivy and twining roses, held vintage gilt mirrors reflecting the magnificent chandeliers, which dangled like a constellation of stars.

The attention to detail was impeccable. From the antiquated bronze candelabras holding flickering candles to the opulent drapes of heavy silk, everything showcased old money. The tables were dressed in pristine white, topped with silver cutlery and crystal stemware. Centerpieces featuring an array of flowers in hues of white and soft pink added an ethereal touch.

Tom was left speechless. He felt as if he had been transported into another world, a world fit for a king and queen — a perfect analogy for him and Honoria, considering their royalty status in the media. They were the IT couple, constantly scrutinized under the public eye.

As he looked around, a soft gasp left his lips. His eyes darted from one corner of the room to the next, each more breathtaking than the last. "Y/N," he whispered, turning to look at you, "it's... I'm at a loss for words."

His heart pounded in his chest as he took in your prideful smile. As beautiful as the venue was, nothing compared to your smile. It was infectious, lighting up the room even more than the grand chandeliers. It warmed him, made him feel alive. But it also tore him apart.

He wished he was marrying you.

The reality of his situation dawned on him, bitter and heart-wrenching. He was to marry Honoria, not you. The beautiful, perfect venue was for her. The gorgeous arrangements, the grandeur, the elegance, it was all for her.

"I... It's perfect," he choked out, his eyes never leaving yours. "You've done an incredible job, Y/N."

But as he said those words, all he could think about was how much he wished he was saying them to you, not as a wedding planner, but as his bride. He wished he was telling you how beautiful everything was because it was for your wedding — your wedding with him. And as he stood there amidst the grandeur of the venue, he felt an ache in his chest at the thought.

You managed to tear your eyes away from Tom’s and approach Kate to confirm some last minute details. 

Honoria walked over to Tom while you were gone and took his arm in hers. “This looks fit for us, don’t you think?” 

“...it really does.” 

She turned to face him. “You know… I really appreciate this. I know I don’t say it enough but you are practically saving my life.” 

Tom nodded, well aware of their predicament. “Sure, don’t mention it,” he said curtly. His eyes went back to you, now engaged in an animated conversation with the caterer. With only a week left for the wedding day, the noose around his neck only got tighter. 

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As the night wore on, you found yourself in a little pub tucked away in a quiet corner of London. Kate had just finished her fourth pint and was bellowing out laughter at a joke that wasn't that funny. But the night was full of merriment and euphoria, your upcoming deadline – the Hiddleston-Sterling wedding – drawing close.

Suddenly, Kate stood up, her face flushed. "I've got to go, Y/N," she slurred, grinning. "I'll leave the tab with you."

As you protested, she waved you off, promising to make it up later, and stumbled out of the pub, leaving you alone. Sighing, you sauntered over to the bar to settle your tab. 

You were halfway through paying when you spotted a familiar figure hunched over a glass of whiskey at the other end of the bar. Tom Hiddleston sat there, alone, his shoulders slumped. Your heart throbbed as you watched him down his drink and immediately ask for a refill. He looked lost, alone, and incredibly drunk.

"Tom?" you called out, approaching him hesitantly. He looked up at you, surprise flickering across his features.

"Y/N," he slurred, a sad smile playing on his lips. "What are you doing here?"

"I was here with Kate," you replied, glancing at his drink. "How much have you had, Tom?"

He shrugged, turning the empty glass in his hands. "Don't know. Lost count after the fifth one."

You sighed, biting your lip. "You're too drunk, Tom. I can't let you go home alone like this."

With some struggle and a few mumbled protests from Tom, you managed to get him outside and into a cab. The ride back to his place was quiet, except for Tom's occasional drunken ramblings. 

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Once inside his apartment, you guided him to the couch, helping him sit down. He slumped against the cushions, watching you with bleary eyes.

"Tom," you began, your voice gentle, "Why are you doing this? You're marrying in a week. You should be happy."

A bitter laugh escaped him, and he shook his head. "Happy?" he echoed, sounding hollow. "I wish, Y/N. I wish."

Your brows furrowed, and you sat down next to him. "What do you mean? Why are you marrying Honoria if you're not happy?"

His laughter died, replaced by a deep sigh. He ran a hand through his hair; his gaze focused somewhere far away. "Honoria's father," he began, "he's dying. And he put this absurd clause in his will. If Honoria doesn't get married before he passes away, she loses everything. Her inheritance... her father's hotel empire."

“Okay… what… I mean, that’s awful, but what does that have to do with you?” 

“When she found out, she asked me… she asked me to be her safety. We agreed that if I wasn’t seeing anyone that I’d be the safety.” 

"So, you're marrying her out of obligation?"

Tom nodded again, his gaze finally meeting yours. "I'm trapped, Y/N. I couldn't let her lose everything. She’s been my friend since I was in college, she means so much to me, but I’m just… I’m not in love. And that sounds so selfish in the face of everything she could lose, all because she isn’t married to some guy.” 

A mix of emotions surged through you. Anger because of Honoria’s father, sadness for Honoria’s situation, and pain for Tom’s obligation. You were in no position to help any of them… the only thing you could do was ensure the day went smoothly because the bride and groom seemingly had enough to worry about. 

“None of it matters. It doesn’t matter how she feels… how I feel. How much I feel…” he trailed off. Still drunk, he let his head roll back as he settled into the couch. He took your hand and pressed it against his chest. “Your hands are cold,” he mumbled. 

Squeezing his hand gently, you murmured a quiet "sorry," pulling your hand back and rubbing them together for warmth. 

"You need to sleep, Tom," you gently prodded, standing up to fetch a glass of water from his kitchen. Returning to the living room, you pressed the glass into his hand, helping him sit up. He drank it obediently, but his gaze never left you.

"It's not fair, is it?" he mumbled, his words barely a whisper. "Being forced into something you didn't choose..."

You didn't have an answer to that. Instead, you helped him lay back on the couch, grabbing a throw blanket from the back and covering him with it. His eyelids were heavy now, the alcohol and the late hour taking their toll.

"I'm sorry you're in this position, Tom," you finally said. "Just... try to get some sleep, alright?"

He nodded, his eyes fluttering closed. "You're a good friend, Y/N," he slurred out, his voice drowsy. "Thank you."

With that, he drifted off, his breaths evening out into the steady rhythm of sleep. You sat there for a moment longer, looking at him, at the man who was about to get married out of obligation rather than love. A mix of emotions welled up inside you, but you pushed them down. Now wasn't the time. Tom needed his rest, and you... You had a wedding to plan.

Rising from your spot next to the couch, you quietly collected your belongings and left his apartment, the echoes of his words replaying in your mind, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. It wasn't fair; none of it was. But life rarely is.

As you left the building and hailed a cab, the night seemed colder, lonelier. But you steeled yourself. You had a job to do, and no matter what, you would do it to the best of your ability. Even if your heart ached with every passing second. For now, though, you needed to focus on the task at hand: creating a fairy tale wedding for a couple trapped in their own twisted version of reality.

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The days that followed blurred into a haze of activity. Each sunrise brought a fresh onslaught of tasks that barely gave you time to dwell on Tom's revelation.

There were the vendors to deal with - florists who couldn't seem to get the shade of blush on the roses right, caterers insisting on last-minute changes, the musicians bickering over the setlist. 

The bridesmaid dresses were another matter entirely. They arrived two sizes too small, causing panic amongst the bridesmaids and a whirlwind of frenzied phone calls to the designer. Hours were spent on damage control, finding a local seamstress who could fix the dresses and ensure that they fit perfectly.

Then there was Kate's nervousness. She was typically level-headed and unflappable, but the sheer scale of this wedding, the media attention it was garnering, was getting to her. There were multiple reassurances that you had to offer, countless instances of telling her that everything was under control, that she was doing a fantastic job, and that the wedding would be beautiful.

Your nights were spent tossing and turning in bed, Tom's words echoing in your head. You found your thoughts drifting to him constantly, wondering how he was faring, how he was dealing with his own emotions.

The sight of Tom and Honoria together during the pre-wedding events was a constant reminder of the impending wedding, a countdown that was ticking away relentlessly. Their smiles seemed forced, their laughter too loud, and their touches lacked warmth. But the public ate it up, their faces splashed across every tabloid, their love story narrated with a romantic flair that felt too hollow to you.

As the days dwindled down to hours, the buzz around the wedding escalated. It was being touted as the event of the year, the union of two influential figures under the watchful eyes of the world.

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Efficient and Reliable Top Commercial Laundry Services in London for Businesses

Like residential houses, different business places also need the help of commercial laundry services in London to maintain hygiene within those places. Hotels, restaurants, hospitals, salons, and other commercial places should maintain cleanliness. But hiring a commercial laundry cleaning service requires professionals to consider the following areas: 

Reliability: Before finalising a deal with a commercial cleaning service provider, it is necessary to check the reliability of the professional laundry service providers. They should offer all services on time, along with pick-up and delivery. A good way to understand a dry cleaner’s reliability is by reading online reviews from past customers. 

Quality: Different commercial laundry services London offer different services. You may find some dry cleaners offer washing and cleaning services at a low price, but this can compromise the quality of the services. So, while selecting commercial laundry service providers, it is necessary to ask about the quality of their work. You can ask them directly what detergent they use to wash and clean laundry items. 

Laundry Type: Do you need regular laundering of linens, towels, and uniforms, or are there particular items like flame-retardant work wear or medical scrubs? So, it is necessary to check whether the dry cleaners possess all the required knowledge of cleaning different types of items or not. 

Turnaround Time: The turnaround time is one of the most important criteria that you need to consider before hiring a professional laundry cleaner. The demand for dry cleaning companies increases depending on the turnaround time. Different providers offer varying turnaround times, so it is necessary to choose one that supports your operational needs. 

Cleaning Process: While hiring a commercial laundry service near me, you need to inquire about the cleaning methods used. A professional dry cleaning company should always use advanced technologies to maintain hygiene. Reputed dry cleaners always prioritise high-quality detergents and gentle yet effective washing procedures to ensure long-lasting linens. 

Stain Removal: You need to ask the professional dry cleaners regarding the type of stain removal they use. It is also necessary to understand the procedure they follow for stain removal, particularly for heavily soiled items.

Folding and Finishing: Every professional dry cleaner, like Prime Laundry, should deliver the cleaned items with a perfect fold. So, you need to clarify whether the professionals will deliver all the cleaned items perfectly folded or not. 

Communication: Proper communication is a must while dealing with a commercial laundry service in Beckenham. You need to ensure the communication types they prefer. A prompt response is always desirable when hiring a professional commercial laundry cleaning service provider. 

Track and Trace: Many top-ranked professional dry cleaners always facilitate customers with an advanced track-and-trace system that allows you to monitor your laundry’s progress. 

Insurance and Licensing: A reliable and well-established dry-cleaning company must provide exact insurance coverage following the relevant industry regulations and norms. So, you also need to check whether the companies are offering adequate insurance coverage or not. 

Safety Protocols: Reputed dry cleaners always need to maintain the necessary safety protocols to prevent contamination or damage during the laundry process. So, you need to inquire about those safety measures to get a reliable dry cleaning service. 

References and Reviews: When you are going to hire a professional dry cleaner, you need to check the references and reviews first. You can go through the website of the company to get the reviews of old customers. You can also ask your friends or relatives about the commercial laundry services in London and their reliability. 

Price comparison: Different dry cleaning companies offer different pricing structures. So, it is a good option to compare the prices between 2-3 dry cleaning companies. You can obtain quotes from dry cleaners and compare the prices. You should be aware of extremely low quotes that might compromise quality.  

Contractual Terms: It is necessary to review the contract accurately. You need to pay attention to the minimum order requirements, cessation clauses, and any hidden charges. 

Environmentally-Friendly Practices: In recent days, dry cleaners have been paying attention to implementing eco-friendly practices during the washing and cleaning of clothes. The professionals use biodegradable detergents and water-saving technologies to save the environment. These eco-friendly products will also allow companies to maintain their hygiene while saving the earth.  

Disaster Recovery Plan: Many commercial laundry services maintain disaster recovery plans for handling unexpected situations, like equipment failures or natural disasters. The agencies should make a risk assessment and evaluate the critical needs. So, you must ask the dry cleaners whether the company maintains a proper disaster recovery plan. 

Customer Service: Effective customer service is the basis of success for every dry cleaning company. The professionals should pay attention to answering the queries of every customer. Hence, evaluating the provider’s responsiveness and professionalism during interactions is a must before you hire a professional dry cleaning company.

This content is originally published on Prime Laundry’s Website: Efficient and Reliable Top Commercial Laundry Services in London for Businesses

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The Stress of Moving House 8 Effective Ways To Handle

Moving locally or inter-city can be a chaotic situation. It involves a lot of planning, being on your toes the entire day, arranging for utilities at the new place, and discontinuing the utility services at the old house. A crucial decision is to go for a professional packing and moving services company or choose DIY. Time and money too play a pivotal role.

Decluttering is a major task that can be accomplished with an early start.

A challenging task can be smoothly done by following a few simple steps:

1. Decluttering: It provides an opportunity to get rid of unwanted stuff. It will help to reduce the stress and instead of gnawing on keeping the unwanted stuff, it is best to toss, sell, or donate to an NGO and channel the time and energy into packing and moving the stuff that is required at the new house. 

2. Espouse Optimism: Amidst the chaos and confusion stress will quietly pave its way and everything will be topsy-turvy. It is significant to hold the forte with a lot of positive vibes and sanity. One should take things as they come and if a difficult situation arises positive attitude and a calm mind can handle it. Delegate the work to the family members or hire a reputable firm such as Van Man Now Residential Moving. 

3. Start Early: As the saying goes an hour of planning can save you ten hours of doing. Last-minute planning can add stress. If someone finds planning and its execution onerous then hiring a professional moving company, Van Man Now can lift the burden off your shoulders and can smoothen out the process for you.

4. Hire a Professional Moving Company: The safest bet to keep oneself away from stress is to hire a professional residential moving service. The reviews are available online about moving companies. Choose a company with a license and proper work permit.

5. Take ample sleep and rest: Running around makes it customary to relax and have a restful sleep at night. If the entire process is driving you crazy it is best to take professional help. It is mandatory to go for a physical as well as a mental break. 

6. Seek Assistance: Don't be afraid to enlist the aid of loved ones, friends, or expert movers. On the day of the move, assign duties and recruit help with loading, packing, and pet or child sitting. The procedure might be less daunting and more doable with help.

7. Pack a bag of essentials: On the last day of the move keep a utility bag that contains all the things which are essential for your family and can last till the entire unpacking is done. It should have toiletries, tea, coffee, fresh towels, and cookies to sustain you through the first night of unpacking.

8. Maintain Flexibility: Throughout the moving process, be ready for unforeseen difficulties or delays. Maintain your adaptability and flexibility, and make backup plans in case anything unexpected happens, like bad weather or logistical problems.

Van Man Now packing and Moving Services have become popular in London and cater to the individual needs of a client. The crew is professional and quite dedicated. With the cost optimization approach, its main objective is to provide a stress-free service and ensure a happy and delightful experience. 

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Hotel and Airbnb Linen and Towel Hire Near Me

Airbnb Linen Hire Communication is another key factor that can lead to stress for hotel managers. Many face challenges with rude customer service or difficulties in getting timely responses. Brent Linen Hire stands out by offering easy communication with a friendly customer service team. This helps hotel staff feel supported and valued, allowing them to focus on providing excellent service to…

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Towel Hire and laundry Service in all over London, Slough, Oxford and Reading.

We Brent Linen Hire provide bath towel rental and towel laundry service to hotel, air BnB, Gym and Spa. We provide a full towel hire and laundry service to hundreds of businesses across London and cities nearby including gym towels. We supply and we clean your desired towels.

We always aim to offer a great towel hire service at a great price, affordable to both small independent business and large corporations. Our aim is to have our customers 100% satisfied 100% of the time, this is achieved by providing the following: Hassle free towel hire for London's  showers

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Our bath towels and hand towels are of the highest quality with a GSM of 500 plus. This means you are guaranteed to have high quality fresh towels delivered every time you hire from London Towel Hire.

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London Homeowner Tips: Emergency Plumbing Preparedness

When staying in South East London, one thing you must be aware of is emergency plumbing preparedness. The truth, however, is that plumbing emergencies have no prior indication of hitting. It could leave you in distress and with massive destruction and inconvenience. Therefore, ensure you are aware of what is required of you in the event of a plumbing emergency.

Being prepared can save you time, money, and stress. This guide offers essential tips on what you should do when faced with a plumbing emergency, ensuring you're ready for any situation.

Regular Maintenance is Key:

Regular maintenance should always be carried out to ensure proper functionality of your plumbing system to prevent menace before they graduate into massive crises. Preventative maintenance, therefore, is the first step towards emergency plumbing preparedness. Frequent checks of your plumbing system can help detect the issue. 

It is usually recommended to hire professionals for pipe, faucet, and drain inspection services at least once a year. This keeps you a mile away from the likelihood of needing an emergency plumber in South East London and also avoids the costs associated with repairing the plumbing system.

Know Your Plumbing System:

Understanding your plumbing system, its layout, and its key installations is quite fundamental. You should know where the primary shutoff valves are, the water heater, and any outside water connections. In the event of a leak or busted pipe, you will know how to turn off your water supply to prevent extended damage to your home.

Build an Emergency Plumbing Kit:

Having an emergency plumbing kit on hand can be invaluable. Your kit should include basic tools and supplies such as a plunger, pipe wrench, plumber tape, and a selection of washers. Further, you can seek the contact information for a reliable emergency plumber in South East London. These tools and resources can help you manage minor issues and provide immediate assistance while waiting for professional help.

Identify Early Problems:

Being able to recognize early warning signs of plumbing problems could be your way out of danger. Keep an eye out for slow drains, gurgling pipes, noticeable wet patches on walls, or a drop in the water pressure out of nowhere. These are all symptoms of overarching problems that, if left unchecked, may graduate into full-blown plumbing emergencies.

What to Do Immediately if a Plumbing Emergency Occurs?

When calamity descends in the form of plumbing emergencies, time is of the essence. For starters, switch its main water cut-off valve to mitigate further water damage. Assuming the problem is with a specific fixture, make a point of switching off the water supply leading to that fixture. After that, proceed to make a beeline call to a reputed plumber in South East London for them to come and make a quick damage assessment and quality repairs. Then, while waiting for professional assistance, use towels or buckets to contain any leaks and protect your property from water damage.

Home automation technology:

Home automation technology in emergency plumbing preparedness is a game changer. Think of having smart water leak sensors and automatic shut-off systems installed. With them, one can get alerts on leakage or unusual water usage patterns, which will give them an option of acting immediately even when they are away from home. The investment in such a system implies that water damage should not be severe at all.

Educate the Household:

Emergency preparedness is a household priority. Make sure that everyone in the house knows how to identify a plumbing problem and where the main water shutoff valve is located. It is important to conduct periodic drills to help every member refresh their mind on what to expect. Such collective knowledge could make a great deal of difference in the level of damage that is mitigated during a plumbing crisis.

Professional Emergency Plumbers at Your Service:

No matter how well you think you are prepared, at times, the situation demands professional intervention. Emergency plumbers in South East London know exactly how to deal with complex plumbing situations quickly. Building a working relationship with a plumbing service you can really trust ensures you can get backup support at the moment you need it most.

Being Proactive in Case the Plumbing Situation Deteriorates:

Plumbing emergencies can definitely be unnerving, but with the right kind of preparedness, you can sail through these situations with great ease. Regular maintenance, knowledge about your plumbing system, having an emergency kit, knowledge about the early signs of an issue creeping in, and knowledge about the immediate steps to take could all be very helpful. Equally important is investing in smart technology and educating one's household. 

Conclusion

In the end, having your trusted plumber service in South East London on speed dial ensures that you are never alone when a crisis hits. Being proactive today can save you from substantial inconvenience and expense tomorrow.

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[ad_1] I might be biased, but the Dorset coast is one of the best places you can visit in England, and indeed the UK. Being my childhood home, I’m ashamed to say it took me nearly thirty years to take a road trip along the entire 95-mile-long Jurassic Coast, but it was absolutely worth the wait. From pre-historic fossils to beaches so beautiful you wouldn’t believe they are in Britain, this is one of the best coastal getaways (or multi-day hikes) in the country. The Jurassic Coast gets its name thanks to the 185 million years of history imprinted into the towering cliffs along the coastline. Long before towels and parasols dotted this coastline, Dinasaours were leaving their lasting impressions. Even now, you can occasionally still find fossils from the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods while taking a stroll along the beach. Recently, fossils from mammals dating back 145 million years were discovered. Beyond the mind-boggling discoveries in museums, you’ll be spoiled with shimmering shorelines, proper coastal pubs, fish and chips, and ample ambling coastal trails. All in, this is a top-notch three day road trip in Dorset. Or you can bundle it together with more of the best places in South West England for a longer seaside holiday. How to get to the Jurassic Coast From London (or other parts of the UK) you can arrive by train to Poole, Bournemouth or Weymouth. All three are good starting points to explore the coastline. Some European airlines fly into Bournemouth and Southampton, or it’s just a few hours by coach from the main London Airports. How to explore the Jurassic Coast While you can see a fair bit of the Jurassic Coast using a mixture of trains and busses, not only does this quickly get costly, but it will also be harder to visit some of the most scenic spots and limit your options for times. I’d recommend hiring a car to maximise time and have a true Jurassic Coast road trip. Keep in mind that this isn’t a fully coastal-hugging road trip. You will be mainly using country roads, taking detours down lanes to reach the coastal spots. Be warned: parking is usually not free in Dorset, so you’ll need to carry about £20 of change with you for this road trip or use the parking apps where required. For this, an eSIM might be handy if you’re travelling from abroad. Man O’War Beach is one of many spectacular bays along the coast Where to stay on the Jurassic Coast Good starting points are in Poole or Bournemouth, where you can pick a car rental to begin your road trip. There is a whole host of accommodations across the Dorset and Devon coasts, ranging from small BnBs to larger chain hotels. If you are travelling as a family or group, consider booking a cottage along the Jurassic Coast. Expect prices to rocket and availability to be low during the summer months. For a more affordable option, check out Travel Lodges (a chain in the UK), which has some hotels at the start and end of the route. You can usually save even more money by getting a Travel Lodge voucher code, as they don’t usually have rooms bookable on the major OTAs. Weymouth is a decent mid-point break along Dorset’s Jurassic Coast Jurassic Coast Road Trip Itinerary: Stops En Route Swanage After driving from either Bournemouth (my hometown) or Poole, take the Sandbanks ferry across to Studland Bay, where the Jurassic Coast official begins in Studland Bay. Your first after Studland will be Swanage. This is one of the larger towns along the coast, and the sweeping arc of shoreline is the perfect place to get your first ice cream or fish and chips lunch on the beach. Think deck chairs and quintessentially British seaside escapes, and you’ll be spot on with expectations. Craggy coastal trails are Dorset’s signature scenery Nearby, Chapman’s Pool Beach is one of the wilder and more secluded swimming spots along Dorset’s Jurassic Coast. This means no lifeguards and a step narrow access path, but if you don’t mind, you’ll be rewarded once you reach the waters.

Durlston Country Park and Museum This vast 320-acre nature reserve stretches all along the Isle of Purbeck just beyond Swanage and is included in the Jurassic Coast’s UNESCO Heritage Site. There is a small museum inside the castle, but enjoying a hike along the coastal cliffs towards the lighthouses beats being inside. Expect lots of traditional stoned houses and quaint villages along the Jurassic Coas Corfe Castle Take a little detour inland to visit Corfe Castle. The ruins of this fortification stand above the village of the same name, which has a handful of pubs and small tea houses, perfect for an afternoon tea with scones, cream and jam. The old defensive castle, which dates from Roman times, is one of the most popular National Trust sites in the country. The remains of Corfe Castle, built in the 11th century by William the Conqueror Kimmeridge Bay This tiny fishing village is actually on private land. This means you must pay an entrance/parking fee to drive down here. The rocks stretch out into the water, and it’s one of the most popular spots to look for fossils on the beach, thanks to the continual erosion of the cliffs here. While many people do skip Kimmeridge because of the cost and it being a little bit of a detour, it is one of my favourite beautiful places to spend a few hours along the Jurrasic Coast. The Etches Collection museum nearby houses some of the more significant and more impressive fossil findings from the bay. While it’s certainly interesting, you’ll want to factor in the £9 entrance fee and consider if you’d prefer to go to the more extensive and slightly lower-priced museum in Lyme Regis instead. I adore Kimmeridge Bay; it’s a place of happy childhood memories Lulworth Cove One of the Jurrasic Coast’s most famous locations and photo spots, Lulworth Cove is the perfect place to park up and enjoy a swim on the pebble beach, followed by lunch in a traditional stone-built pub. Afterwards, take the short one-mile walk along the cliffs to Durdle Door – without a doubt, the ‘poster child’ of this region. The limestone arch of Durdle Door is the Jurassic Coast’s Poster Child Man O’War Beach & Durdle Door The water at Man O’War looks more like the Med than England on a decent day, making it one of the best beach destinations in the country. This means the beaches can be crowded in summer when everyone descends to Dorset to visit one of the most famed spots on the Jurassic Coast. Durdle Door itself, an impressive limestone arch that reaches into the sea, attracts droves of photographers. It’s not just because of its dramatic location but also because of the pretty bay backed by white cliffs. Expect to spend a good few hours here, although the crowds can be intense in Summer as it’s a popular UK staycation destination. Man O’ War Beach is one of Dorset’s best Isle of Portland The Isle of Portland gained some international fame as Great Britain hosted part of the Olympics here in 2012. This was the location where many of the UK’s water adventure activities competed. The limestone island juts out from the mainland with a spectacular arc of sand. From the top of the hill, the views are even more impressive. This is technically the most southern point of Dorset, and on a clear day, you can see for miles. There’s not much to visit in the town, so this is more of a beach and views stop. Views from the highest point of the Isle of Portland Abbotsbury Swannery Did you know that the King owns all the swans in England? Take a little detour to the Abbotsbury Swannery, and you can see hundreds of these beautiful white animals relaxing atop little lakes as you walk the shaded path. You’ll need to pay to get in, but it’s also a good place to spot various other bird life which thrives along the Jurrasic Coast. Detour to Abbotsbury Swannery for a change from shorelines Weymouth One of the biggest towns in the region, Weymouth, has spruced itself up in the last few years.

It’s a pretty decent place to overnight. There’s the pretty side of the town, with cute canals and colourful houses, and then a slightly more grim centre that still needs a bit more TLC. In July, with the Weymouth Festival in full swing, the town is a cracking place to be for some sunny pints. Weymouth is one of the largest and most lively towns on Dorset’s Jurassic Coast Charmouth By far the best location for fossil hunting, often people will just be walking along the beach when they spot and pick up pre-historic fossils for themselves. A little museum and gift shop will fill you in on more details about the region’s fossil history. The beach itself isn’t the best for relaxing and sunbathing. However, the impressive cliffs and chance to find your own Ammonites or Belemnites make Charmouth a must-visit. If you want to try and find your own fossil, walk as far along Charmouth Beach as possible Lyme Regis In the far reaches of West Dorset, not far from the Devon border, Lyme Regis is about as dreamy as the British seaside gets. With plenty of quirky and cosy pubs, seaside cafes, relatively still swimming conditions in the bay and a host of pastel-shaded houses, it is a popular spot for UK families to have a summer getaway. Often nicknamed ‘The Pearl of Dorset’, you’ll quickly see why this is regarded as one of the stars along the Jurrasic Coast. The famous fossil collector Mary Anning hails from Lyme Regis. Visit the geology-focused Lyme Regis Museum and the impressive fossil collection at Dinosaurland for further insight. Spend a night here before speeding back to your starting point in Dorset or continuing on to Devon’s section of the Jurassic Coast. Lyme Regis is a perfect spot for a seaside holiday in Dorset Seaton and on to Devon or Cornwall… Seaton is another seaside town with a fair few amenities and your gateway to continue to Devon or even as far as Cornwall. If you want to cover the whole of the Jurassic Coast, it stretches from Studland Bay in Dorset to Exmouth in East Devon. If you keep driving, you’ll find some other beautiful spots along this 100-mile of coastline in the park. Whichever part of the Jurassic Coast you explore, you won’t be disappointed; just make sure not to miss my fantastic home county when planning your visit to England, as it’s truly one of the best – if slightly chillier – beach destinations in Europe. [ad_2] Source link

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Serviced Apartments, Short Let, AirBnB, Holiday Let Cleaning

Serviced Apartments, Short Let, AirBnB, Holiday Let Cleaning.

AirBnB business in London is booming. With no licence to set up, in London you can let your property on a short-term basis for up to 90 days a year without planning permission and earn a little extra money for when you do not use it, like weekend or your own holiday away. It could be done on platforms like AirBnB, HomeAway and Booking.com.

Needless to say, that it is important to have your property tidy, clean and presentable so reviews are glowing and your property is in high demand. Therefore, engage a professional company, with a proven track record and availability to meet your needs on any chosen day and time. While there are plenty of good cleaners around, not all of them will be trained to work at a Holiday Let property and the requirements for this kind of cleaning are different from a regular domestic cleaning or a one off cleaning arrangement. Also, the check-out and check-in times are similar everywhere, and they are between 10am and 3pm, so you need a professional, reliable cleaner being available at these particular hours. Then comes cleaners’ lengthy holidays, sick days, etc., which makes working with an individual cleaner a rather daunting prospect comparing to a cleaning company.

Do get your written instructions in place and pass it on to your cleaning contactor right from the beginning. Make sure you include access to the property details, linen and towels arrangement, restocking items and products requirements. Indeed, the more detailed instructions, the less room for misunderstanding and mistakes. Include pictures of how you want the beds to be set up, towels, etc. Set the standards and clearly let your cleaners know your expectations.

Set up a WhatsApp group with your contractor and streamline the communications, taking into account that there most likely will be quite a few cleaners visiting your property and it is good to have your communication in one place. The WhatsApp group will also come handy when receiving the pictures of your property after it has been cleaned, so you have a peace of mind and the proof, that it is ready for your guests.

Finally, do get your cleaners to carry out a short visual inventory of your property to make sure you are in the know if something is missing or damaged and need to be fixed before arrival of your guests.

Please call us on 08000326248, shall you require any assistance with cleaning of your AirBnB / serviced apartment/ short let / holidays let property, or email us to info@greenleaf-cleaning.co.uk.

Hiring a professional house cleaning service is a great way to save time and make house cleaning less of a chore. After all, they are professionals and have the necessary tools and equipment that you may not have access to. Plus, they have the time to dedicate to cleaning. If you’d rather spend your time doing something more enjoyable, consider booking an appointment with GreenLeaf Cleaning, the most reliable and efficient house cleaning service in London.

If you require assistance with domestic cleaning, our GreenLeaf London Cleaning Company will be delighted to provide this service, as well as one-off cleaning and spring cleaning. We understand the importance of a clean and healthy home and are committed to providing the highest quality of service. Our experienced team of cleaners will ensure that your home is spotless and sparkling.

Visit our website https://www.greenleaf-cleaning.co.uk/ for more information or call via free phone number: 0800 032 6248

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Hiring a professional window cleaners in London involves more than just simply washing the glass; it's an expert and methodical procedure.

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Hire a Professional Stager

Home staging is the procedure of preparing your home for sale to appeal to the most significant number of potential buyers willing to pay the highest price. Staging may be one of the most profitable projects you'll ever undertake in terms of time and money spent. When staging your home, pay special attention to the living room, kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms, and open-air living spaces - Home Staging. Declutter, clean, or replace your electrical items to look brand new, remove any personal belongings such as photos and embroidered towels, and get rid of odours are all recommended home staging tips.

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

97% of people are currently keeping a secret.

Around 50 million people are drunk right now.

You have the most friends you will ever have at age 25.

The poorest Americans are still richer than 80% of the world.

People who desperately need a pee tell more convincing lies.

Men who watch a lot of porn have smaller-than-average brains.

Threads currently has 30% of Twitter's estimated daily active users.

Sarcasm is the ability to insult stupid people without them realizing it.

The word ‘ejaculate’ comes from the Latin word 'iaculum' which means ‘javelin’.

7,800,000,000 people on this planet and 106 of them own half the money.

‘Latchkey Incontinence’ is the sudden need to urinate as soon as you get home.

Research has shown that people are happiest at 7:26 p.m. on Saturday evening.

Elephants have prehensile penises that they can use to swat flies or scratch their stomachs.

On average, most people have fewer friends than their friends have. This is known as the ‘friendship paradox’.

The song ‘The Lambeth Walk’ was explicitly banned by the Nazi Party for being inconsistent with their worldview.

There are over five billion bacteria living in your mouth right now. If you’re a promiscuous woman, probably more!

‘The Flash’ will become the biggest flop in the 100 year history of Warner Brothers. The studio will lose $200 million on it.

In 1511, protestors in Brussels demonstrated against the government by filling the city with dozens of pornographic snowmen.

A study found that marrying an older man reduces a woman's lifespan, but marrying a younger man reduces it even more.

The higher your IQ level, the easier it is to resist peer pressure. Intelligent people are less concerned with the approval of others.

Never get too attached to anyone unless they also feel the same towards you, because one-sided expectations can mentally destroy you.

In Japan, you can hire a handsome man to show up at your office and watch sad videos with you until you cry, then wipe your tears for you.

Ella Fitzgerald was born with perfect pitch so precise that the band musicians she worked with would tune their instruments to her voice.

The World's quietest room in Minnesota is measured in negative decibels. It's so quiet you can hear your heartbeat and even your own bones moving!

At his home in Hertfordshire, George Bernard Shaw had a writing shed that he called London, so that unwanted visitors could be told by the staff that he was “in London.”

In a recent Twitter poll, Philadelphia residents were asked about naming a new public toilet. Suggestions included ‘Philoo’, ‘Potty McPotty Place’ and ‘Wee The People’.

The governor of Wisconsin has the power to veto individual words, numbers and punctuation marks in a proposal. Earlier this month, he vetoed a hyphen and digits 2 and 0, securing more funding for public education until the year 2425, rather than for the 2024-25 school year.

In 2013, a paralysed man in Wales gave up his dream of walking again to pay for a young boy's treatment instead. Dan Black spent years saving £20,000 for stem cell treatment, but after hearing of a five-year-old boy in a similar predicament, he donated the money to him instead.

New Delhi once hired people to hunt Cobras to diminish their numbers, which led to people creating Cobra Farms to earn money. The government then cancelled the project which led the Cobra Farmers to release their snakes, resulting in twice as many snakes than they first started.

Country singer Dolly Parton wrote the songs ‘I Will Always Love You’ and ‘Jolene’ on the same night. In 1974, when the first song was at the top of the charts, Elvis Presley wanted to record his own version of the song. Dolly was interested until Colonel Tom Parker, Elvis' manager, said that it was standard procedure that, when Elvis covered a song, half of the rights to that song would go to him in the future. She refused. "I just couldn't do it. Something told me in my heart not to do it and I didn't. And then, Whitney Houston came along with her version, I made enough money from the rights to buy Dollywood.” Dollywood is a theme park founded and co-owned by Dolly Parton. In June of 2022, Tripadvisor named Dollywood the number one theme park in the U.S.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.