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Personal rant:

I’m sick of trying my absolute fucking hardest and getting nowhere. Constantly getting knocked back two steps even when I make one tiny, little jump forward.

I’m 27 years old and I’ve barely achieved anything. I’m not married. I don’t have kids. I don’t have my own home.

I don’t know what else I can do. I’m so fed up of being behind everyone I know. I want so much, and I try so hard to make it happen, but I truly have no more left to give.

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I’m hopefully going into teaching full time. I’m part time now, covering classes some days and then working with SEND children on others.

That sounds so cool! Have you been looking at John Dee and his influence over Elizabeth I? I find the Tudor period so fascinating. It’s one of my favourite topics to teach.

I’d focus on death culture within the Victorian period, how it differs with the class system and so on. An interesting topic but alas, not a cheery one lol

Lena, my darling!! It’s so good to see you in my notifications again. How are you? I hope you’re doing alright.

I haven’t exactly been active, only the occasional moment of inspiration but it’s been lovely to see your name again! - @iliveiloveiwrite

oh my goodness, millie !! it’s so lovely to hear from you :’)

i’m well, i graduated from uni last year and i’m doing my masters right now. i finish in september :) i’m doing medieval and renaissance history !!

how are you? hope you’re well, too!!

i noticed you hadn’t been active much when i came back to this blog but i’m so glad to see you pop up 🫶

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I’ve been good! Taking the next step in my career so fingers and toes crossed!

Medieval and Renaissance history!! How fascinating - are you focusing on a particular area within that? I regret not doing my masters, but there’s always time. Congratulations on graduating btw!!

Lena, my darling!! It’s so good to see you in my notifications again. How are you? I hope you’re doing alright.

I haven’t exactly been active, only the occasional moment of inspiration but it’s been lovely to see your name again! - @iliveiloveiwrite

oh my goodness, millie !! it’s so lovely to hear from you :’)

i’m well, i graduated from uni last year and i’m doing my masters right now. i finish in september :) i’m doing medieval and renaissance history !!

how are you? hope you’re well, too!!

i noticed you hadn’t been active much when i came back to this blog but i’m so glad to see you pop up 🫶

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Thank you so much for the mention! You’re so lovely to do so! 💕✨

❥ Anthony Bridgerton

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I’ve hit a major milestone in my life - I’m 27 today! I can finally recite this, and it be accurate lmao

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if you're still writing for harry potter, do you think you could do something along the lines of healer!Harry and his wife or partner in which the partner gets injured while harrys working and they go to st. mungos without telling harry and he sees them either being helped or waiting for help?

Hey! I am sorry for how long it has taken for me to get to your request. It's written and I have posted it. You'll find the link below.

Seventy-Eight

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Seventy-Eight // H.P.

Request: if you're still writing for harry potter, do you think you could do something along the lines of healer!Harry and his wife or partner in which the partner gets injured while harrys working and they go to st. mungos without telling harry and he sees them either being helped or waiting for help? - anon

A/N: It's been a while, hasn't it?! One of my resolutions for this year is to get back into the habit of posting fics. It's nice to be back! I hope you're all well! <3

Warnings: injured reader, injuries, hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 1.5k

There are seventy-eight ceiling tiles in the waiting room of St. Mungo’s accident and emergency department.

There are seventy-eight ceiling tiles and forty-five uncomfortable red plastic chairs. A resigned sigh passes your lips as your eyes start the count once again.

It was silly, really. A bit of kitchen magic gone awry that led to your seat in the waiting room. It was only when the pain didn’t subside, and the bruising was becoming darker that you even thought to have it looked at professionally.

You bite your lip against the wave of discomfort then nausea that washes over you. The burn on your left hand wasn’t pleasant to look at, but you were more concerned with the pain and bruising that emanated from your left wrist. You wanted to be seen quickly, but at the sight of the rather full waiting room, you had to admit to yourself that you may be counting ceiling tiles for a little while longer.

The time passes; the pain doesn’t dull, but the time passes. On your fifth round of counting the number of health posters displayed around the waiting room, a grey-haired nurse appears and calls you through to an examination room.

“Now,” She sighs, eyes kind but concerned. “Do you want to tell me what’s happened?”

“A bit of kitchen magic gone wrong.” You explain, wincing at the feel of her fingers prodding your sore, bruised wrist. “I was trying to sort a soothing spell for a young child having trouble sleeping, but it backfired and turned into a literal fire.”

The elderly nurse chuckles, examining the burn on your hand and noting the awkward way you held your wrist. “I’m going to get a healer to have a look at you, my dear. Just wait here, it shouldn’t be too long.”

No, you thought wryly to yourself, it wouldn’t be long at all.

In fact, it took less than three minutes for your husband to find you. His handsome face as confused as ever with panic and worry alight in his blue eyes. “Darling,” He breathes, “What happened? Are you alright? Let me see.”

The words rush out of him as he crowds you, scanning you for injury. He pales at the sight of your burnt hand, his eyebrows furrow at the darkening bruise at your wrist.

“Harry, my love,” You hush, touching your good hand to his cheek, stroking the five-day stubble. “I’m alright.”

“You’re hurt,” He argues weakly. “You aren’t alright.”

“Kitchen magic gone awry,” You confess sheepishly. “You warned me not to, I know, but our neighbour’s son still wasn’t sleeping… I just wanted to help keep the nightmares away.”

Harry softens at your words, but the panic doesn’t leave his eyes. “Did you manage to finish the charm?” He asks, taking your injured hand gently in his as he begins his observations.

“No,” You sigh unhappily, wincing a little when Harry checks over your wrist. “I’ll have to try again tomorrow.”

“We’ll try again tomorrow,” Harry states, emphasising the pronoun. “You’ll be in no fit state to do it alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can give you a healing potion for the majority of your injuries, but it will take at least a week for the redness and tenderness of the burn to disappear wholly.”

“Alright,” You answer, meeting the concerned gaze of your beloved husband. “Harry, I’m okay, I promise.”

Harry nods silently, gesturing to a nurse to grab a healing potion from the stockroom. He takes your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours as he releases a deep, shuddering breath.

“You scared me,” He murmurs, his voice no louder than a whisper as he confesses this to you.

“I’m sorry,” You answer, “I wasn’t going to come, but the bruising got worse, so I swallowed my pride.”

Harry presses a soft kiss to your cheekbone. “I saw your name pop up on the board and I got tunnel vision, I just needed to get to you, to see if you were okay… that it wasn’t anything serious. Thank Merlin, it wasn’t anything serious.”

It isn’t long before the healing potion is administered and you’re walking out of St. Mungo’s with your husband’s arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder.

“You didn’t need to leave work early,” You state, feeling more clear-headed now that the pain had completely dissipated. “I would have been fine at home until your shift finished.”

Harry fixes you with an unimpressed look. “Yes, I did.” He retorts simply, refusing to speak anymore on the matter until you were both at home.

Relief washes over you when your front door comes into sight. Harry had refused to apparate home due to your injuries, so it had been the tube and a short, brief walk home by which time the adrenaline had completely left your system, leaving you exhausted and shaking.

“Straight to bed,” Harry orders lovingly as he helps you take off your jacket. He notes the tremor in your hands and the clear fatigue written across your face. “I’ll be up with a pot of tea and a hot water bottle to warm you up soon.”

“I knew I married you for a reason, Potter,” You sigh happily, beginning the climb to your bedroom.

A light chuckle follows you upstairs; the happy sound taking root within your chest, warming you more thoroughly than any hot water bottle or pot of tea ever could. Your bones ache as you pull on your pyjamas; the skin on your injured hand feeling too tight and uncomfortable with every movement.

Harry finds you at your dressing table, running a brush through your knotted hair before attempting to tie it up in order to keep it away from your face. He frowns at the frustration furrowing your brow. “Why aren’t you in bed?” He asks, plucking the scrunchie from your fingers and tying your hair up himself.

“I couldn’t sleep in my clothes,” You argue tiredly, “They smelt like the hospital.”

Harry nods with perfect understanding. It didn’t matter how many years he would work in the emergency department of St. Mungo’s; he would never get used to the scent of disinfectant. After every shift, no matter the time of day, he would shower to wash it off his skin and out of his hair.

He drops a fleeting kiss to the top of your head when you lean b ack, against him, fighting a yawn. He taps your right shoulder twice. “Come on, my love,” He urges softly. “To bed with you. You need to sleep the day off.”

You nod, letting your husband walk you to your side of the bed. Harry pulls back the covers before tucking you in. The hot water bottle at the end of the bed does wonders at warming your cold feet up. Reaching for his hand, Harry turns his full attention back to you. “What?” He asks, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Stay with me.”

Harry falters for only a moment before he nods. He changes into his pyjamas quickly, slides into bed beside and gathers you in his arms, taking care to mind your injured hand and wrist. Harry feels your breathing begin to slow; your tense muscles begin to let go as you sink into the warmth of his body and the hot water bottle. He wants to relax; he wants to fall asleep all wrapped up in you, but his mind won’t shut off. It won’t let him forget the feeling of seeing your name written on the patient board, of not knowing what was wrong until he saw you. He would never forget the pure, undiluted dread that settled like a led balloon in his stomach; he had felt it only once before, in the second wizarding war, and he would make it his mission in life to never feel it again.

“You’re thinking too hard, husband.” You murmur.

“Your eyes aren’t even open, how on earth do you know that?”

A sleepy smile crosses your lips, growing wider at the feel of Harry’s nose nudging your temple. “I know my husband,” You state confidently, reaching a hand backwards to stroke through Harry’s hair. “I’m in one piece, Harry. I’m healed, all thanks to you.”

“I’ve never been so frightened…” He whispers, inhaling sharply, letting the familiar scent of your shampoo comfort him. “I saw your name on the board and almost lost it. I had to see you.”

“Which you did… You saw me and you healed me.”

“Please don’t get hurt again,” He all but begs, “I don’t think I could handle it.”

A soft laugh leaves you, but it quickly turns into a yawn. “I’ll try my hardest,” You vow, “Now, it’s time to sleep. I’ll sleep better with you here.”

Harry presses kiss after kiss to your temple, knowing the exact moment you fall asleep. He tightens his arms around you; needing the comfort of your skin against his to help settle his already calming heart further. With one last scan of your body, he lets his eyes close. With one more breath, he whispers, “I sleep better with you here too.”

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It's totally okay, I understand that please don't worry about it 🥺

It has been busy for me too lately but now everything is okay now. I'm doing well, I have a week left from my 2 week vacation. I took a break and I'm back since one a half weeks.

Omg, I hope work treats you kind, it sounds a lot 🫂🥺 I hope you can get some rest. God I hate it, that's why I bought a new laptop a few years ago too 😟

I'm doing extremely good today. I finished a fic some days ago. I've finished my previous and started a new game on my ps5, it's an open world game (infinity nikki) and it's so beautiful and cozy, I love it. I celebrated christmas with my parents and with my sister. I tried a dragonfruit today and I liked it. Oh and in August I saw 5 shooting stars 😊🥰

But overall everything slowed down for me. Thank you for asking. Yes, I drank enough water 😌

What about you? How was your christmas? How are you doing? Is everything okay? Did you drink enough? Do you have any plans for new year's eve? Have things eased down for you too? ☺️

I am so glad everything began to slow down for you! My Christmas was very much the same as yours - parents and sister, quiet and nice. The shooting stars sound amazing! I've never seen one, but I'd love to.

I'm doing okay; it's been a rough couple of months for reasons I won't go into, but everything seems to have calmed down a little now and fingers crossed it stays that way.

No plans for New Years, a quiet night with a good book I think. What about you? How are you celebrating?

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I'm in love with all your writings 🥹❤️

I'm going through them 1 by 1 and I must say I love how you portray them.

💖💖💖

Oh gosh! Thank you, my love! Your words truly mean a lot.

I apologise for only just replying. I’ve been so busy since the start of school in September and I have a second job on top of it all. However, I hope that in 2025 I’m going to get better at managing my time and ensuring that I can deliver more fics to you all.

I plan to expand into a couple of new fandoms (Rivals, especially) and post for old fandoms too

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I’ve always loved the Practical Magic house! The Victorian architecture is gorgeous and the location is perfect; between the forest and the ocean. And nearby a small seaside town. It’s a literal dream! What I’d give to live in it...🏡💖

That is honestly everything I aspire for in my life. The fact the house is fake and was built for the purpose of the film…. It breaks my heart

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I'm glad you're doing good ☺️

Yeah it was long and life was busy indeed 🙈

I'm doing okay got busy the past few months but right now everything is slowly getting better, I think

Hey Jacky! I can only apologise for how late I’m replying to you. I do hope you’re well!

As you say, life is indeed busy. I work 2 jobs, I have one evening off a week and my laptop decided to die on me so I don’t have a way to post. HOWEVER! I plan on getting a new laptop in the next few days and managing my time better so I can begin posting again!

How are you? How was Christmas? Have things slowed down for you? Are you okay? Drinking enough? Eating enough?

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the practical magic theme is so pretty!! no one ever talks about this movie and it makes so sad :(

Omg thank you so much ❤️ I am always here to talk about this film, it makes up about 75% of my personality 😂❤️

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Hey Millie, how are you doing? It's been so long since I talked to you 🥺👉👈🫂❤️

Hi Jacky, darling! I’m good, thank you. How are you? It’s been so long. Life has been busy for the both of us, I think!

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Anthony bridgerton✨ after season 3 and seeing husband Anthony I am more obsessed with him😭😭

Darling Dearest,

It’s barely been an hour since we parted ways after our clandestine meeting, and already I am craving your presence.

I still feel your hand in mine; I still smell the jasmine from your perfume - the very remind makes me dizzy with want.

You say we have to keep meeting the way we do but I disagree. We cannot keep meeting like this but I cannot live without seeing you. The very idea feels like a dagger to the heart.

Without you in my life, the sky would be grey and the birds would not sing. There would be no joy, no laughter, no reason for sense.

You worry your employer will find out about us and turn you out onto the streets. My darling, I have to confess, I hope they do so I can show you to world proudly.

Every inch of me yearns for you. Your laugh, your smile, your touch, your kiss. Doctors would pronounce me an addict… and I am. I’m an addict for you. I burn for a minute longer with you with each meeting. I crave your presence beside me - at the dining table, at balls, in my bed. If I am an addict then I’ll never be sober.

Less than an hour has passed since I last tasted your lips and already I am planning our next meeting.

This will be our last meeting. The next time I hold you in my arms, my sweet, it will be as I introduce you to my family as my fiancée.

You’re the light of my life. I would be in eternal night without you. Marry me, always be mine.

From the first beat of my heart to the last beat of my heart, I promise to love you, honour you and cherish you.

Let me love you, openly.

With all the love that my heart can carry,

Anthony.

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Hey Millie, congratulations for 8k followers, you deserve it 😌👋🫂🫶❤️

Uhm can I please ask for this one? - ✨ - love letters - send me the name of a character from the below list, I’ll write a letter from their perspective.

With Benedict Bridgerton, please? Thank you 🥺🫂

My Darling,

There was a night, not too long ago, where I had an epiphany. It came out of nowhere. To this day, I cannot tell you what exactly triggered it but I want to tell you the circumstances surrounding it.

It was at a ball, or rather, the ending of a ball. The musicians had long grown tired, the food had grown cold and the lemonade had grown warm. There were a few stragglers, but as it was Daphne’s ball, family was silently required to stay until the very last moment.

Like I said, it was the ending of a ball. The morning light was still pale; the sun having not made its full appearance just yet and it was then that I had my epiphany.

I’ve only ever had one epiphany before - when I chose to follow my passion for art - but this was different to the last.

It was as if I finally made sense. As if all the pieces of myself that I had collected over the years had clicked into place and I could see the whole picture.

Now, you’re wondering - how on earth does a ball trigger such a profound thought?

It wasn’t the ball.

It was you.

It was how seamlessly you fit into the pieces of myself and the pieces of my family. It was watching you check on the myriad of nieces and nephews that flocked to you like small, sticky magnets. It was hearing the laugh that left you as Gregory recited what was no doubt an inappropriate joke.

And finally, it was when you turned to search for me, your eyes finding me almost immediately and it was the way your gaze lit up and the smile grew on your face. My smile; the smile that only ever made itself known in my presence - the smile that beamed with love and affection for me.

The epiphany happened then and there. A moment of realisation of just how lucky I am to have someone like you love me as wholly as you do.

I’ve always known was fortunate to have you, but tonight… tonight reinforced it.

I adore you so wholeheartedly. If there is a life after this, I’ll love you then but I’ll continue to love you now too.

Yours - now and forever.

Benedict.

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✨-Colin Bridgerton, im obsessing over him since season 3 came out and im desperate for more content😩 I hope youre doing well, thank you🥰

My love,

It’s close to eighteen hours since we were pronounced as husband and wife, and in those eighteen hours I have pinched myself eighteen times for I cannot seem to believe that an angel such as yourself could marry a lost soul like me.

In my years of travelling, I have seen many breathtaking sights. I’ve watched the sun rise over the Acropolis in Athens, I’ve heard the bells of Notre Dame ring for its morning service. I have experienced the beauty that much of Europe has to offer, yet all of that does not compare to the sight of you walking down the aisle. It holds no comparison to the sound of your vows - your gentle, loving voice echoing in the church where you promised me your forever. The countries I have visited, the experiences that have shaped my worldviews are inherently nothing to the sight of you in our marriage bed.

As I write this, the sun has only just begun to appear on the horizon, painting the sky a rosy pink reminiscent of the flush on your skin after our first night together as husband and wife. Dim light is beginning to fill the room, casting its warm glow across your face. Your lashes begin to flitter against the bright intrusion and I cannot help but wonder whether you were handmade for me; whether I hoped, prayed and wished so strongly that the deities heard and you were sent to me - for me, alone.

There are not enough words in the English language for me to accurately describe the depths of my feelings for you. Luckily, I have an eternity to show you just how much you mean to me, just how much I love you and just how lucky a man I am to have found a woman like you.

I’m finishing my letter here - you’ve woken up and called to me. I cannot help the smile that crosses my face at the sound of your voice; our eternity begins now.

I love you now, I’ll love you always.

Colin.

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8k Celebration Sleepover!

Thank you all so much for all the followers! Despite my absence, the attention to my works has been constant and I cannot tell you how grateful I am for every like, comment and reblog. I adore you all.

25/5 — 28/5

- ✨ - love letters - send me the name of a character from the below list, I’ll write a letter from their perspective.

-🔮 - headcanons - send me the name of a character as well as a trope, I’ll create a headcanon.

- 💎 - ask me anything! - send me a question, I’ll answer as honestly as I can!

- ⭐️- shuffle - send me this emoji, I’ll shuffle my playlist and give you the first 5 songs that come up.

- ⚡️ - rant - anything on your mind? Rant to me! Drop your worries in my inbox to get them off your mind.

Character List:

Bridgerton - Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Simon

Shadow and Bone - General Kirigan, Nikolai Lantsov, Matthias Helvar, Kaz Brekker

Stranger Things - Steve, Jonathan, Eddie, Nancy, Robin

Peaky Blinders - Tommy, John, Michael

ACOTAR - Cassian, Azriel

Harry Potter - Draco, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Ron, Neville, Oliver Wood, Fred, George, Sirius, Remus.

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