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The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 1

Hello everyone!! I’ve finally gotten around to posting a fanfic of Cillian, below you will find details of the first chapter. It is not a READER x CILLIAN fic, I am not a fan of writing those types and find it too tedious. So, you will be given a premade character. But you are most welcome to imagine yourself as the girl ;)

Please leave a like or any comments below on ways to improve, please be kind but you are welcome to be critical! I’m open to ideas and fixing up mistakes. Also, sharing would be amazing!!

Note, PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!!

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 4,080

Warnings: None.

Date: March 2016

Chapter Name: The Internship of a Lifetime

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabrijela leaves her parents in Sydney after a big argument about her Internship. She arrives at Heathrow tired and restless, only to be approached by a man…

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The drive to the airport was long and quiet. Gabrijela watched out the window of the car, watching the houses and the cars drive by. Thinking of the trip ahead. She had worked quite hard the last couple of years, to prove herself to her teacher and to her family. Especially to her family who were the harshest critics of her very own life. But at least her teacher was proud, she loved the portfolio Gabrijela had pulled together in the final year of her studies. And she would bring it with her, to show to the new teacher she will have in London.

The last few weeks were the worst for her, constant arguing with her mother and father, over this trip. It hurt her the most, she thought she would have made them proud. But no, it seemed it made them angry. She shut her eyes, it didn’t matter now, she made it this far and she was going to enjoy the year on the set of a TV Show, learning how to be a fashion designer, how to create and tailor for actors and actresses. It made her giddy with excitement. It wasn’t long before the airport came into view, her father pulled into the multilevelled parking and parked. They were four hours early, so they killed time by walking around and eating. Chatter was light, anything to keep her parents distracted by the thought of their only daughter flying away. But, the time came around and they headed to the departures gate. “Please, be safe.” Her mother, Liljana, frowned, hugging her daughter tightly. Gabrijela held her close, she would miss them a lot, despite the rocky relationship that has sprung between them. “If anything happens, call us right away, no matter the time. Don’t do anything that will cause you harm--” “Dad, I’ll be fine. I swear. I’m twenty-five, I’m not a child anymore.” Gab cut her stern-looking father off. He sucked in a breath, “Don’t you--” “Nikola,” Her mother snapped, “Our daughter will be late.” Her father sighed, tears lining his eyes as he hugged her tightly. “Please, please take care. You know we love you.” He murmured. “I know. I love you, I love you both.” She pulled her mother into the hug and they held each other for a bit. Gabrijela pulled away, tears falling down her cheeks. She spoke in her language, Croatian, “I love you.” She had said and picked up her bags and headed to the gate, she turned to wave goodbye to her parents before she set off on the long flight.

23 Hours Later…

It was 9am when she had landed at Heathrow Airport. The flight was long and exhausting, she couldn’t sleep the whole way, she never could sleep on aeroplanes anyway. She rubbed her eyes as she lugged her massive suitcase and a smaller one with a heavy handbag. Once out of customs, she stood in the middle, checking her paperwork. She was told someone would pick her up and take her to her apartment in London. She looked around, she hadn’t seen anyone holding a sign or… seemed to be the type to be picking up anyone. “Great.” She groaned, she had no way of contacting the number, she had to get herself a sim card of some sort and access to wifi. She rubbed her forehead, she was gross all over, sleep-deprived and annoyed. “Hello, are you Gabrijela?” An accented male voice got her to turn around. The man was absolutely stunning, sharp-angled jaw, piercing blue eyes, thousands of freckles… Cillian was handsome on TV but in person… She was blown away. She didn’t see he held out a hand, and she shook herself back to reality. “H-Hi, yes that’s me.” She took his hand, warm and strong. “I’m Cillian, I believe you were expecting someone else.” He said, his smile was literally breathtaking. “Uh, yeah. Allison, she was uh, supposed to pick me up.” She nodded, setting down her small carry on luggage. “Yeah, she’s been quite sick the last few days. So, I took up on the offer to pick you up.” He explained. Gabrijela felt her heart skip a beat, he offered? “Aw, thank you. That’s, that’s super sweet of you.” She flashed him a grin. “Always. Come on, let’s get you out of here. You look exhausted.” He grabbed the biggest luggage and her carry on. “Oh no, let me carry that.” She started to grab it. “Don’t worry, it’s no bother.” He said. Another smile made her blush. Together they walked towards the elevator. It was nice outside, a little on the cooler side but she liked the cold weather despite it being almost summer here. They squished into the elevator, moving as far back as possible as people crammed in. She was crushed against the body of the Irish man, a soft chuckle reverberated through him. Her heart was hammering in her chest, the ride up felt like forever. A ride she didn’t want to end, she thought. But, like all things, it came to an end and they stepped out. They came to his car, a BMW of some sort. She whistled, “Favourite car ever.” She said as she helped him stuff her bags into the back. “Yeah, I love it. Fast and comfortable and a touch of luxury.” Cillian said as he held open the door for her. “Thank you.” She hastily got in, the interior was leather and dark. And smelled like… the ocean and a hint of forest. Cillian got in and started up the car, it came alive with a low hum. “Do you have the address of where you are staying?” “Oh yes, here I’ll read it out,” Gab said and read out the address. “Huh, they found a nice place.” He punched in the address and pulled out of the parking place. Jazz music played softly, she never listened to this type of genre. “So, how was the flight?” He asked. “Long. Very long. Seven hours from Sydney to Singapore then had under an hour to hop on to the next flight. Thirteen hours.” She replied, “I didn’t sleep, can’t. Watched some movies, tried to read but failed. I had a pounding headache and the guy couldn’t stop going to the toilet.” “Shit sounds bad. But don’t worry, you are not expected in the studio in three days, so you have time to recover.” He said. “Oh really? Do you… know what I’ll be doing?” Gabrijela asked, but then thought it was a stupid question. “Ah, that was silly to ask. It states in my paperwork.” She laughed. “No question is stupid. You’ll be working with our designer, helping her out in organising what we are to wear, the styles, colours. All that fashion stuff. Allison is a wonderful woman, an expert. You’ll learn a lot from her.” Cillian said proudly, “She works with all of us actors, tailoring the suits and dresses to such perfection.” The way he spoke about Allison made Gabrijela nervous. He seemed fond of the woman, and by how he was dressed during the show… God, she was going to be greatly challenged. And she would work her ass off the coming months, no complaints. She would do it. “She seems like a lovely person, I can't wait to start.” She clasped her hands to her chest, looking over at the older man. “As we all, Allison seriously loved your portfolio, and she had shown us. You have a fantastic idea and creativity.” Cill said. Gabrijela blushed bright red. “She showed you… my portfolio? From University?” She whispered. Her nerves spiked, and worry set in. “Oh, she was very impressed. Couldn’t hold back. Hey.” His voice softened, she looked at him again, they had stopped at a set of lights. He faces her, “I can see that doubt in your eyes. Don't be fearful, you should be proud of your work. It’s yours to claim and your creative noggin here made. Don’t let others cloud your thoughts.” He said, his blue gaze intense yet caring. She sucked in a breath and they moved on, “I guess so. It’s just… you all are so talented and amazing and… Gah, it’s scary. I didn’t even think I’d get this. It’s been a dream long coming for me to work on an amazing set with equally amazing people.” Gabrijela admitted. “We are just regular people who must play an act. That’s all.” He let out a light chuckle. “Still, for me, it’s so cool. I thought I’d be good at acting and tried to do a play during school, uh yeah, nah. I messed up majorly on the first night of the play. Still remember it.” She laughed shyly. “Wardrobe malfunction and I forgot my lines. All of them. Worst stage fright ever.” “No.” He said in disbelief. “Yes! In front of eight hundred students and staff. I refused to continue on after that. Gave that shit up and went into a design class where I hid from the world, scribbling away my thoughts and feelings.” They both laughed. “Well, I think you picked the best path. You’re here, a bright, creative mind amongst us. Welcome aboard.” He exclaimed. His laugh was a blessing to hear, it made her skin prick with goosebumps. She admired this man beside her for a long while, she had seen him in every movie he played. She was fascinated by how he worked, how easily he stepped into his given role so perfectly… And here she was, in his car, laughing and talking. Still, right now, it felt like a dream. A comfortable silence fell between them, and she watched the scene outside. Old buildings began to turn to more flashier ones as they made their way into the heart of London. Cillian spoke up and pointed out interesting buildings and told some facts, she listened intently, she would come back to these areas to check them out. Especially the Tower of London castle. “The Tube here is good. Fast but can get very packed during peak times, and very stuffy.” He said as they came into a pretty neighbourhood. “I heard that the train line is good.” Gab nodded. It wasn't long when he pulled up beside a three levelled building. The whole street was lined with these white, pretty buildings. “Here we are.” He said and got out, she pulled herself out and groaned. Stretching, she said, “This is a really pretty area.” “Quiet, and safe. Close to the station and to the shops, five minutes down the road you’ll come to a food market.” He said, pulling out her luggage with a grunt. She grabbed her smaller ones, “That's good. I might need to go down to it after this to grab some, and I need to get a sim card for my phone.” She said as they trudged up the stairs to the large wooden door. “I’d love to help you out if you want?” He asked as they unlocked the door. “Oh, sure. I’d like that.” She smiled up at him. “This floor and the one above is occupied, but the top-level is yours.” He said they both looked at the stairs. “Oh god. Why don’t you let me help you? My bag is heavy, I don't want you to hurt yourself.” She said. “Ah, fine fine. Want me to go first or you?” He asked. “Maybe you.” She said. Together they fought with the luggage, huffing and puffing up three flights of narrow, steep stairs. Once at the top they both sat down, laughing. “What is in this thing?” He ran a hand through his hair, his smile lopsided. “Clothes, shoes, a bag, girly items.” Gabrijela giggled, moving beside him. “Uh-huh. Come on, let's get you settled in.” He said and got up, he held out a hand to her. She took it and was pulled to her feet. “You do the honours.” He handed her a set of keys. She took them and unlocked the door to her apartment. The first thing they were greeted was the open space, to the right was a two-seater dark grey couch and a small flat-screen TV mounted to the wall above a fireplace. Behind the couch was a double bed with a million cushions and dark tones for sheets. Further was the balcony that overlooked the street. To the left was a small modern kitchen with a wall separating the rooms, it was designed in a way where a square cut out of the wall was turned into like a breakfast bar with two stools. Beside the kitchen was a generously large bathroom with a bathtub build into the wall equipped with a showerhead. The colours were dark browns, greys and splashes of copper and silver and greens in the decor. “Wardrobe is under the bed and in the dresser here.” Cillian patted the dark wood piece that was set beside the bathroom door. “London apartments are quite small but small design aspects use space very effectively.” “This is… Wow, I didn't expect it to be so… Lovely.” She touched the fluffy throw on the bed. It felt like luxury. She sunk down on the bed, bouncing on it. She kept looking around. “You’ll be calling this your home in the coming months, so get as comfy as you like.” Gabrijela sucked in a breath, “Thank you.” She said, her emotions were all over the place, happiness, fear, excitement. “What for?” Cillian asked, sitting beside her. “For all of this. For this opportunity.” Her eyes shimmered with utter joy. “Don’t thank me. Thank the ones who got to make this happen.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I will, but to you especially. I’ve uh, I’ve always admired you in films you act in. And I absolutely love Peaky Blinders, it's a fantastic show and I am truly excited to work with you and everyone else.” She said in a single breath, her cheeks heating. He let out a soft laugh, “I could say the same, as I said before, we are delighted to have you on the team.” She felt so shy around him, his eyes, his smile, everything about him made her feel so giddy. He truly was one kind of a man, and her love and admiration only grew more for him. “Well, I had an idea. You give me a list of what you need, and you get yourself comfortable and shower or whatever.” Cillian stood up. “Oh no, no, no. I can’t do that. I’ve already taken up so much of your time today, I think it’s best if I just go myself.” She stood up quickly, shaking her head. “Please, it’s no bother, really. You’ve had a long trip,” he grabbed notepad on the dresser and a pen from his pocket and handed it to her. “List, please.” She sighed, “God, fine.” She huffed and scribbled down some things she’d like. “There you go, Mr Pushy.” Cillian tucked the paper into his jacket pocket, “I’ll see you soon.” He said and left. Gabrijela waited before she let out an excited cry. She did a little dance and laughed, “Oh thank you God for this opportunity!” She unpacked some stuff, mostly her… private items before she grabbed a clean pair of ripped jeans and an oversized sweatshirt before she went into the shower. It felt good to bathe, washing off all the crap and stress away. Once out, she resumed unpacking until Cillian rang the doorbell. She allowed him up and gasped when he came in with four bags. “I definitely did not write that much stuff down! Cillian!” She gave him a playful push once he set the bags down. “Well, I wanted to buy more than just lettuce and a pack of noodles.” He said. “Let me make lunch for you.” She snorted, “No. I refuse. Please.” She grabbed his hands, “Cillian, you really shouldn’t do this.” “Gabrijela.” He now held her hands between his, and his gaze was bright and caring. “I want to do this because I want to. Out of the goodness in my heart.” The look he had made her back down, he really wanted this. “Alright, Cillian. Make my lunch then.” She pulled back and helped him unpack the bags. She left him be as she finished up unpacking her stuff. She set up her laptop and portable music box before she sent out a facebook message to her mother to ease her worrisome mind. Cillian had even gotten her a sim card, and she was so paying him back for it. It wasn’t long when her father called up on Skype. She chatted with him in Croatian for a bit before she said her goodbye. “Your dad?” Cillian called from the kitchen, he was well into cooking, the air smelled a bit burnt. “Yeah, gotta check in with the family. They're the most worried, this is the first time I’ve ever gone overseas alone.” She replied, scrolling through Facebook. “Is this your first time overseas?” He asked. “Nah, the first two was with my parents and this one by myself.” She smiled, sitting back on the couch and watching him through the opening in the wall that looked into the kitchen. He was busy stirring something. “Where did you go in the first two?” He moved to grab what looked like salt. “Croatia visited family and the usual touristy stuff. Was an awesome experience.” She said. “Oh yeah? I’m guessing you’ve learned how to speak it since you spoke Croatian with your dad just then.” “Mhm. I took a course before I just practised at home with my parents, I’m able to hold a good conversation now.” She said with pride in her tone. “Incredible. I used to know French a while back, but I’ve forgotten it all.” He chuckled. “Oh yeah? How’d you get into that?” She got up and sat on one of the stools, watching him. “My mum is a French teacher, so as a boy I learned it through her. Once an adult, I kinda stopped as I really had no more use for it.” He explained. “Didn’t want to sing it either?” Gabrijela teased. He snorted, “Definitely not. You know about the band stuff?” He turned to her. “Kinda, a little. Did you enjoy it?” She asked. “Yeah, I did. Played the guitar, sang a little. It was a good time, but not something I wanted to pursue further.” He shrugged, “A good filler in my younger years.” “Awesome. You do seem like the band kinda guy.” She folded her arms on the table. “Yeah? My brother says that to me, asks me if I would ever pick it back up again.” He turned back to the pot boiling, stirring it. “I see, but I think acting suits you better.” She nodded. “Huh, thanks. I get that a lot.” Cillian mused as he stirred the pot before turning the electric stovetop off. She rolled her eyes, “So cocky.” She huffed. Cillian flashed her a grin before he set out two bowls and poured in the noodle soup. “Chicken soup with carrots chunks. Easy to make and really good in energising the body.” He said, pouring her a glass of strawberry cordial and one for himself. “You know, my mum makes the same thing. But more for if your sick, or whenever shes in the mood. Let's see how good Mr Murphy is.” She straightened her back, picking up the soup. “Oh, God.” He laughed nervously, “Be gentle on me.” She could see the playful glint in his eyes as she tasted the steaming soup. She took a couple of spoonfuls before she slowly set the spoon down, eyes narrowed and had a thoughtful look on her face. “Hm,” She hummed, rubbing her chin, “Salt… Good. Enough. Temperature… Just right… The taste…” She paused, eyes flicked up to his. He waited, head tilted to the side. His smile began to grow. “Delicious!” She cried happily, “It’s fantastic, Cillian. Almost like home, but very close.” “Oh!” He let out a sigh of relief, clearly playing along with her, “Good, good. I’m not really a fantastic cook, I’m most skilled in lasagna or some type of soup. Or a good ham and cheese toast.” Gab giggled, “Thanks, Cillian. It’s really good.” She said, continuing to eat the soup. “I made enough to last today and tomorrow. I’d like to take you out for dinner tomorrow night if you like.” He brought the spoon to his lips, taking a sip. “To dinner? Tomorrow?” She blinked, looking surprised. “I-I mean, only if you want, I don't want to--” He started. “No, I’d love to go to dinner with you. What time?” She asked. “Around seven? Will that be okay?” “Perfect. Gives me time to explore tomorrow, and maybe find an outfit.” She said, focusing on her soup. Her damn blush wouldn't go away. “Want me to tag along? I know good areas for shopping.” He offered, gazing at her once more. “I--” She shut her mouth, he was doing so much for her today. He picked her up, brought her here, bought food, cooked, and he was going to take her out tomorrow night… “Alright, but you are not allowed to pay for anything!” She said sternly, “Or I will make sure you rip your pants on set.” He held up his hands in a truce like fashion, “Fine, fine. I will agree to these terms.” “Good! But I may or may not wake up later, I’m running on zero hours of sleep.” She hissed, finishing her soup. “Oh yeah, gotta let you have your beauty sleep.” He said as he collected the empty bowls. She rolled her eyes, making a face, “Girls gotta sleep. It’s why we stay so pretty.” She flicked back her hair, letting out a huff. She got up and helped him dry up and clean up despite his demands to go rest. She didn’t like to sit around and let others do the work, she always wanted to help out no matter what. After that, Cillian wiped his hands and walked with her back to the small living space, “I should get going, but before I do…” He grabbed the notepad and scribbled something down, “My number and my address. I don’t live far from here, almost a twenty-minute walk. Just some information.” He gave her a cute smile. “Ah, thank you. I’ll make sure to save that. I’ll text you later so you have whatever new number I got.” Gabrijela said, taking the paper and tucking it into the front pocket of her hoodie she wore. “Also, thanks for getting the sim card. I’ll set it up in a moment.” “No worries. I’ll see you around midday, yeah?” He opened the door. “Yeah, see you then. Thank you for everything.” And she went towards him and hugged him. He let out a soft ‘Oh’ and his arms wrapped around her. “I love hugs,” His voice dropped to a soft murmur. “Same.” She said equally as quiet. They both chuckled and pulled away. “Rest well, Gabrijela.” He had this look in his eyes as if he didn’t want to go so soon. But he turned away, and she watched him walk down the stairs. She closed the door before she went to the balcony and peered over. Any moment, and he was out of the door. He paused and looked up, waving and giving her a wink before he got into his car. His head disappeared in the car and he drove off. Gabrijela let out a sigh, gripping the iron rails. She looked down the road, the forever trail of white apartments and the soft hum of traffic and the occasional cry of people calling to each other. Was this all real? She thought as she stared up at the grey sky. The air was cool, and it smelled like rain was going to fall soon. She loved the rain. She smiled to herself, a dream come true. She was here. Safe. Had a wonderful with a man she admired, and whom she will go shopping with. Her heart fluttered as she went back inside to lay down and set up her phone. But she didn't get a chance to text Cillian as sleep and exhaustion overtook her body and she was out like a light.

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Eleven architecture and interiors projects by UNSW Sydney students

A theatre set in the post-pandemic world and a subterranean museum dedicated to mental health feature in this architecture and interiors-themed school show, curated by the UNSW Sydney.

A total of 11 student projects feature in the showcase, which is the first of two digital exhibitions hosted by the Australian university's Built Environment department on Dezeen.

The featured projects in part one have all been completed by undergraduates and postgraduate students enrolled on the department's Architecture and Interior Architecture programs.

UNSW Sydney

University: UNSW Sydney Department: Built Environment Courses: ARCH – Architecture and INTA – Interior Architecture

School statement:

"UNSW Built Environment's vision is to shape future cities – cities that are great, connected, and inclusive. We want to inspire and challenge tomorrow's city makers by offering a comprehensive range of specialised undergraduate, postgraduate and post-professional degree programs that few universities can match.

"As a student, you will shape your own path to a global career. Through education that is both broad and deep, you will be able to navigate flexible pathways within our programs. We offer you an interdisciplinary education, connected to the real world through projects set by the industry, cross-faculty initiatives, internships, research projects and exchange."

A Silver Lining by Henrick Michael

"Focusing on the rugged regional landscape and ductile geology of Broken Hill, A Silver Lining proposes a new community library with an architecture that is abstracted from the local geomorphology. Reflecting its enduring existence, the 1,800-million-year-old ore body consisting of lead-zinc-sulphide serves as the heart of one of Australia's oldest mining towns and informs the steel- and-rammed-earth composition of the library.

"With true north orientated 35 degrees from the city's Cartesian grid, the library connects to the landscape by conflating both solar and Cartesian orientations, mediating semi-arid climatic conditions and reinforcing a sense of belonging within the civic site."

Student: Henrick Michael Project: A Silver Lining Course: ARCH – Architecture Course level: Undergraduate Email: [email protected] Tutors: Rachel Neeson and Tamas Jones

Donut Country Library at Broken Hill by Erica Leong

"Inspired by the organisation of ancient Egyptian villages, the design seeks to readapt this vernacular typology into the remote outback context. Rooms with similar functions are organised around central courtyards, like donuts, and are exemplified by inverted hip roofs that slope inward towards the vertex, giving rise to a series of undulating ridges.

"The design comprises vernacular architectural elements including the interior palette, which features a monolithic use of rammed earth, while Corten steel roofing pays homage to traditional houses in Broken Hill constructed using weathered corrugated iron."

Student: Erica Leong Project: Donut Country Library at Broken Hill Course: ARCH – Architecture Course level: Undergraduate Email: [email protected] Website: ericaleong99.wixsite.com/architecturesplash Tutor: Lee Hillam

The Annexe by Jonathan Tang

"The Annexe is a spiritual extension of the Powerhouse Museum (MAAS) and seeks to increase its engagement with the community. The museum has been a staple in Ultimo's history as well as its cultural and technological identity.

"Rather than imposing a drastic intervention onto the site, the design creates spaces through subtle manipulation in layers. This is to preserve the already limited optical freedom along the Goods Line and the industrial identity of the Hardwood Building tram shed facade. The Annexe aims to amplify the significance of the institution and promotes a more personal connection to the artistic and innovative people of Sydney."

Student: Jonathan Tang Project: The Annexe Course: ARCH – Architecture Course level: Undergraduate Email Address: [email protected] Website: @jt_does_arch Tutors: Anita Panov and Andrew Scott

Curiosity Core by Jianan Zhuang

"The Curiosity Core examines how Reggio Emilia, an educational philosophy traditionally focused on primary education, can influence the design of a hybrid office and educational building in Parramatta CBD, Sydney. A Reggio-inspired design favours exploration and social interaction that stimulates an interactive experience and constructive learning.

"The project embraces this framework, providing spaces for dynamic exploration, constructive research, and collaborative sharing in a vertical setting. Spaces are not only provided for activities and daily routine but tell the story of a journey of curiosity. Environmental performance is paramount; the design uses a CLT primary structure fostering a low embodied carbon."

Student: Jianan Zhuang Project: Curiosity Core Course: ARCH – Architecture Course level: Postgraduate Email: [email protected] Tutors: Ivan Ip and Mladen Prnjatovic

Isoland by Paige Kodesh

"Isoland looks at having fun during a pandemic, together whilst separated. It is an adaptable and global solution to a current collective experience of isolation and disconnection, celebrating the banality of life we seemingly take for granted.

"Isoland is a theme park, composed of six common functions of social gathering which we have not been able to take part in during lockdown measures. It provides spaces for a cinema, pub, live music venue, swimming pool, gym and a wedding venue.

"Agency in the form of satire, whimsically represented through the re-imagination of familiarities, nostalgia and collective memory presents an opportunity to reinvent normality and restore lost connections."

Student: Paige Kodesh Project: Isoland Course: ARCH – Architecture Course level: Postgraduate Email: [email protected] Website: www.isoland.org Tutors: David Sanderson and Mark Szcerbicki

The Quiet Carriage: Sydney Sound Museum by Sarah MacDonald

"The Quiet Carriage is an urban sanctuary that combines auditory, visual and tactile experiences to promote greater listening and awareness around mental health. The public parkland respects the heritage buildings above and conceals the rock cathedral below, carving out a place for people to embrace stillness.

"The subterranean museum combines a collection of sound chapels, echoic chambers and exhibition halls of aural histories and endangered sounds. The Quiet Carriage seeks to connect people with themselves, with others and with the world around them."

Student: Sarah MacDonald Project: The Quiet Carriage: Sydney Sound Museum Course: ARCH – Architecture Course level: Postgraduate Website: @sarahashleydesign Tutors: David Sanderson and Mark Szczerbicki

Memoria by Noah Sunderland

"Memoria exists as an architectural commentary on the colonial and patriarchal past of Sydney, providing a site of reconciliation for those who have been dispossessed and disenfranchised by conventional colonialist narratives.

"The site tells of the culture of survival within Australia's history, giving insight to the sedimentation of memory that has occurred in place (White Bay Power Station), becoming in itself a machine for memory. The intention of this commentary is to bring neglected narratives to the fore and challenge consciousness surrounding issues of our colonial and patriarchal pasts, offering a slow burial of these systems of thinking."

Student: Noah Sunderland Project: Memoria Course: INTA – Interior Architecture Course level: Undergraduate Email: [email protected] Website: noahjamessunderland.squarespace.com Studio leads: Eva Lloyd and Sing d'Arcy Studio tutor: Olivia Green

MASK.D by Mackenzie Peachey

"Take one deep breath in and witness the future of our world, the uprise of pollution and destruction of humanity. The history of the site guides the strategic direction of the White Bay Power Station redevelopment.

"Being a former coal power plant, MASK.D draws influence from controversial issues surrounding air pollution, featuring an array of witty innuendos and unconventional imaginings of future life on planet earth. The proposal stimulates a sense of the uncanny, resurfacing provocative topics which aren't talked about enough in today's society."

Student: Mackenzie Peachey Project: MASK.D Course: INTA – Interior Architecture Course level: Undergraduate Website: maskd.squarespace.com Studio leads: Eva Lloyd and Sing d'Arcy Studio tutor: Sing d'Arcy

The Centre of Bio-Psych Design by Isabelle Kleijn

"In relation to the most current events around our nation and the world we can see more than ever the effects of civilisation on this planet. Humanity has almost pushed the planet to the point of no return, yet we shut one's eye to the loss and destruction that has occurred. As our planet evolves, we must evolve with it.

"The Centre of Bio PsychDesign is a multidisciplinary facility new to Sydney's foreshores that aims to create dialogue between nature, technology, and the mind. It invites the community and visitors to explore the future sustainability of human-environment relationships. Whilst partaking on an emotive journey through reflection and reclamation, it seeks to educate and connect visitors on the pursuit to respond to the current issues within the 21st century."

Student: Isabelle Kleijin Project: The Centre of Bio-Psych Design Course: INTA – Interior Architecture Course level: Undergraduate Email: [email protected] Studio leads: Eva Lloyd and Sing d'Arcy Studio tutor: Michael Stonham

Ma-tt-er Museum by Kaitlin Gordon

"Part research facility, part experimentation and interactive education space, Ma-tt-er Museum at White Bay Power Station proposed in partnership with Ma-tt-er has been designed to operate as a community resource recovery facility. The museum showcases a new way to approach our material matter whilst working to heal the prevalent and pertinent environmental damage caused by the Industrial Revolution.

"As opposed to its former functions of environmental depletion, the reformed power station aims to return the community to a homeostatic-like state, akin to the body after damage. In doing so, the museum works to restore the environmental damage of the past and mitigate the post-industrialisation consumption and manufacture of today."

Student: Kaitlin Gordon Project: Ma-tt-er Museum Course: INTA – Interior Architecture Course level: Undergraduate Website: kaitlingordon.squarespace.com Studio leads: Eva Lloyd and Sing d'Arcy Studio tutor: Michael Stonham

Enter Stage by Nidhi Kontham

"Enter Stage is set in the post-pandemic world where tactility and human interaction are more yearned for than ever. This theatre and historic hub redevelopment create a socially-charged space which provides experiences of theatre to amplify actions and interactions within the space.

"This project is anchored by the following integral notions which have been researched over this year. Architecture is not complete with its construction, it is the people and their interaction with and in it, that breathes life into architecture. Theatre, and other art forms, are merely a projection of the world's current societal state. Humanity as it stands is merely a live play. Reinventing the notion of perfection within architecture, it is the imperfections in art which make it human."

Student: Nidhi Kontham Project: Enter Stage Course: INTA – Interior Architecture Course level: Undergraduate Website: illustrarch.com/student-projects/4973-enter-stage-nidhi-kontham.html Studio leads: Eva Lloyd and Sing d'Arcy Studio tutor: Luis Gito

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A Day In The Life Of Fred’s Head Chef, Danielle Alvarez

A Day In The Life

by Amelia Barnes

Danielle’s day begins at home. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Every day she has at least 30 minutes of quiet time to herself over coffee. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Breakfast is always changing, but sometimes it’s fried eggs with chilli sauce. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Danielle gets to work at 8.30am or 1pm depending on the day. Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

The first task is generally a briefing with the chefs to discuss any menu changes for the day, what the staff meal is, and any important announcements. Left: Photo – courtesy of Merivale Group. Right: Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Typical afternoon tasks are meetings, prepping food in the kitchen, and sitting down with staff for the family meal. Left: Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files. Right: Photo – courtesy of Merivale Group.

Danielle Alvarez has always been interested in cooking, but she never imagined it would become her job, let alone in a restaurant on the other side of the world.

The Florida native initially studied art history, before switching to professional cooking. Her first cooking job was an internship at three Michelin star restaurant, The French Laundry, in the Napa Valley, followed by a stint in San Francisco, where she began defining the type of chef she wanted to be. ‘I was very interested in the small farms and the incredible tasting organic produce that finds its way into so many kitchens in San Francisco,’ she says.

Danielle went on to spend four years at the renowned Chez Panisse in Berkeley, before a holiday to Australia changed everything. ‘It was actually on that first trip that I just had that feeling that I needed to come back here,’ she says. ‘I sent a message to an Aussie friend… Turns out Merivale had reached out to him to ask if he knew of any chefs that would want to come over and lead a project in Paddington they had imagined. It felt like it was destiny knocking.’ Danielle flew back to Australia, interviewed for the job, and the rest is history.

Since opening in 2016 with Danielle as head chef, Fred’s has gone on to become one of Sydney’s most acclaimed modern restaurants.

You will also soon be able to try Danielle’s recipes at home via her upcoming debut cookbook, Always Add Lemon. The acclaimed chef says readers can expect lots of fruits, vegetables, handmade pastas, and pastries in the book, all of which adhere to her philosophy of simple food. ‘Simple doesn’t mean fast in my book, but it’s not complicated,’ she says. ‘They are dishes you can entertain with or make for simple family home meals. It’s the food I (and hopefully you) want to eat. It’s seasonal and it’s nourishing for the heart and soul.’

Find out how this inspiring woman gets it done!

FIRST THING

I wake up between 7 and 8am every day, usually naturally, but I always set an alarm in case. Then I make coffee.

I’m great in the mornings, sometimes I think I should have been a baker! I did work the breakfast shift in California for about a year. The 5am wake ups were pretty tough, but it was so nice to leave work when it was still sunny out. I often went straight to bed but it was nice to feel like I could do something if I wanted to!

Every day I take at least 30 minutes of quiet time completely for myself. Thankfully my partner Dan wakes up later than me so I’m always guaranteed this alone time. I spend this time working out any conflicts I’ve been having either with a person or a dish, and I visualise what I want outcomes to be. I do this entirely in my head while staring out the window drinking coffee.

I am someone that needs this – I cannot recharge and clear my head in the company of others. I need this solitude to work my stuff and my ideas out.

MORNING

For breakfast I change it up. Sometimes it’s fried eggs with chilli sauce, or it’s oat porridge with walnuts and honey. When it’s hot in the summer, I like to make an oat, frozen banana, and peanut butter smoothie which is filling but gives me lots of energy.

I drive to work and start at either 8.30am or 1pm depending on the day. The first task is generally a briefing with the chefs to discuss any menu changes for the day, what the staff meal is, and any important announcements.

After that it could be another meeting with the wider group management team, responding to emails, or getting right into the kitchen because there is a new dish coming on and I need to make it/write a recipe or tweak something that wasn’t right from the night before. No two days are alike in a restaurant and I love that.

LUNCH TIME

Lunch is not a thing for me. If I’m not serving lunch, I’m starting my day right around lunch time, so I’ll usually have breakfast and then the ‘family meal’ with the restaurant’s team at 4pm for dinner. I’ve really been on the chefs about serving nutrient dense foods and not just making pasta for the family meal but it’s tough. Sometimes pasta is just the easiest, tastiest option!

AFTERNOON

Typical afternoon tasks for me are meetings and prepping food in the kitchen. It’s honestly the most frantic time of the day, especially between 4 and 5pm.

I generally feel energised in the afternoon. I only ever start to feel tired around 9 or 10pm.

EVENING

I finish work at either 6pm or 11.30pm depending on the day. To unwind, I have a glass of wine and sit in silence.

LAST THING

Switching off can be tough when I finish work at 11:30pm. Often I’m thinking about the service and things that went wrong, so to quiet my mind, often the best thing is to just go to sleep. Luckily, once I’m tired, I only need to hit the pillow and I’m asleep.

I need at least seven hours sleep to be at my best – anything less and I’m just not myself – but eight plus hours is ideal.

The interiors at Fred’s are as beautiful as the food! Photo – Alisha Gore for The Design Files.

Since opening in 2016, Paddington restaurant Fred’s has consistently commanded rave reviews for its farm-to-table cooking centred around an open kitchen. Photo – courtesy of Merivale Group.

What are some of the main influences on your cooking?

European cooking for sure: French, Italian, Spanish. But after having spent some time in Australia, I find myself using a few more Asian ingredients. I like everything to feel very fresh and of what it is. Often, I don’t do more than use a little lemon, oil or butter and salt on something, but it’s the way you do this which can make all the difference.

How do you manage the stress of leading a busy, acclaimed kitchen?

Stress management is tough. I don’t have it figured out. Sometimes I feel very in control, and other times, it gets the best of me. Things I do know, though, are that to keep a steady head you have to be healthy physically and mentally. This for me means exercise, sleep, hydration, healthy foods, and enough time away from the kitchen to recharge after a big week. I don’t often get all those things right all at once but I’m old enough now to know what I should be doing. I’m getting better with every passing year, I feel.

Right now I’m listening to, watching, and reading…

Reading: Dark Emu by Bruce Pascoe

Watching: Fargo (the TV series) on Netflix

Listening to: Jazz. It’s always jazz or classical at my house when I’m cooking, sometimes Sinatra.

A philosophy I live and work by is…

Be the person you want to meet in the world.

Something I’ve learned the hard way is…

It doesn’t have to be hard. I tend to jump into things without much thought or planning and this always results in a bit of chaos, which I have come to realise I enjoy, but it’s not a good leadership strategy. People around you want to feel like you’re in control and they want to know there is a strategy at play. So, take the time to plan things out and prepare. Things will feel a lot easier if you’ve put the thought and time into planning the details.

Danielle’s upcoming cookbook Always Add Lemon is available to pre-order now!

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michelle-rendell · 5 years

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Interior Design Internships/roles in Sydney? https://t.co/JjwtUYmOZB

— Michelle Rendell (@michelle_rendel) January 27, 2020

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umichenginabroad · 6 years

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Sydney Week 8: Iconic Architecture and Final Moments with the Mates

8/17/18

Hello! In case you’ve missed my earlier posts, I study mechanical engineering and am currently doing an internship at a startup in Sydney, Australia through the Sage Corps program.

My final week in Sydney has arrived. In terms of work, I spent most of the week waiting on crucial part shipments to arrive and working on the actual assembly of the newest version of the Floc Strength Instrument. Since I had spent the past two months updating the hardware design, making a thorough 3D model on SolidWorks of the design from scratch, and then finally manufacturing some of the necessary components, it was rewarding to end my internship by getting to actually build the machine and see everything come together. Being able to stare at a model on a screen and have it turn into a physical 3D reality is a wonderfully fulfilling feeling.

As a celebration of the end of our internships and time in Australia, our boss invited me and my fellow intern along with one of our coworkers to an informal dinner at his house. I had met his wife and adorable young daughters previously, and enjoyed learning about everyone in a setting outside of work. After some much-appreciated home-cooked food and dessert, we said our final goodbyes and headed back to our apartment downtown. The realization that I only had a few days left in Australia truly started to sink in.

Although I’m staying in Sydney through the weekend, most of the Sage Corps cohort had booked flights out on the last official day of the program on Saturday. Thus, the end of the week was my final chance to spend time with all of my mates! The “lasts” of the trip kicked off with a delicious KBBQ dinner with the entire Sage Corps cohort. I finally got around to trying kimchi, but the beef wagyu was the clear winner of the evening. Also, my roomie and I finally got around to taking an official tour of the Opera House, and I am so glad we did. The space itself was mesmerizing at every turn and I soon found myself falling in love with the architecture. The tour itself was very informative on the history of the icon’s design and construction, as well as the intention of every part of the interior. A few recalled facts;

- The Opera House’s design by architect Jørn Utzon was selected by an international competition in the 1950’s

- In order to make the iconic white “shells” a structurally sound reality, their exact shape and slopes were derived from sections of a sphere- beautifully described on the Opera House’s website as “a timeless expression of the fusion between design and engineering”

- Remember from Week 1 when I was shocked by the tiles covering the building? Turns out there are nearly a million of said tiles covering the sloping roofs

- There is no carpet in the Opera Theater in order to achieve the desired “dry acoustics”

- Over 1.5 million people see more than 2000 performances every year at the Opera House’s various theaters and concert halls

Before I knew it, it was time to say goodbye to the rest of the cohort. Dutifully, I stayed up with the other girls nearly all night before they left (this was with the intention of helping them sleep on the flight), and reflected on everything I had seen and done with them these past eight weeks. I have often found that with travel, as with life, it is the people you meet along the way that truly shape your experience, and that couldn’t have been truer Down Under. Many hugs and last minute photo exchanges later, everyone headed to the airport to begin the all-day journey home. It’s strange to think I will be saying my own goodbyes to the city in just a few days.

Avia Matossian

^ Sydneysiders are well-known coffee snobs, which makes for a city full of delicious roasts around every corner (shown above is Skittle Lane Coffee)

^This is Danny Lim; I would see him smiling and giving commuters a thumbs-up with his trademark sign and dog, Smarty, nearly every morning at the train station on my way to work at the factory

^ Our cohort’s final KBBQ feast! ft. my roomie in the corner :)

^ Shot from inside of the Opera House with a glimpse of the beautiful Sydney Harbor views visible through the window

^ This is the entire Instrument Works company in one picture (minus one); the other intern is at the far left, with my boss/CEO of the startup, Shane Cox, in the gray shirt

^ Enjoying some amazing views of downtown Sydney from the guys’ penthouse apartment and throwing M’s with the other UMich students in my cohort

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEintern #IPEfacesofengineersabroad #AviaMatossian #IPE Summer 18 #IPEaustralia

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superlatives of 2017.

i’ve been lucidly alive for too long to not have a running list of my annual fuck-ups, successes, favorites, random moments, memories, and other written memorabilia. my list will include: favorite songs, most underrated songs, most significant musical breakthrough, best jam session, best workout, worst workout. what i have written, my reflections on my work, whatever. it is a working list and it’ll change each year from here on out, but will deliver the same message: my year.

a few notes:

-using Twitter as an online receptacle for my incessant bitching has doubled as an excellent cybernetic way for me to keep track of what i think, do, feel, and exist

-i don’t use capitalization because it’s irritating. but it probably looks like i don’t use capitalization because it’s the sexy new tech writing trend. (shudder).

notes are done.

let’s start quantifying.

using Twitter more consistently

while i have had an account for a while, i never took to it. but my writer friends told me that having a place to vent and to spin ideas is a great space. plus, so much of literary searching is done through twitter. now, all to do is to create a professional twitter and to not tweet seven-word-cuss-outs on it.

the middle of 2016 was hectic as fuck. my tweets are sporadic, focused on form and style. they’re so obviously buttressed by my then-cold and then-hardened interiority.

poetry

i tried my hand at poetry toward the start of 2017, which i think is indicative of the sleeping beast inside of me that would burst come january 2017. my ezra pound-inspired poetry was actually pretty good. i should take it up again! :) my favorite:

“a pound, a knot. hands at the bakery. lacquered pots greet us as we enter.”

saying goodbye: farewell to the crybaby bitch

probably the most obvious change in what i can see, from my tweets, is my change in priorities. it used to be so focused on trauma: how i am amazed at the now because of the past’s scratchy nails. well, i most distinctly see that i have moved on. yes, i ontologized what happened to me. i theorized, understood, felt, chewed through, and really felt it. then? then i fucking moved on. i did the things to help my brain re-balance itself. it’s chemicals, not you. congrats on being a big girl, sydney.

piedmont house

obviously, the most impacting thing that happened in 2017. in 2017, i moved into the most beautiful house in berkeley i’ve ever seen! in 2017, i wired 2k to a chick i barely knew in between sets at the gym because i was desperate to leave cj’s house. i was resigned to having to live with her, in that pathetic ramshackle on fulton and parker, and just dealing with the ground and a blow-up mattress and dilapidated bathroom floors. but nope -- carly needed a roommate on facebook. she was always the girl from my utopian anthropology class, with whom i did an internship with, but then it all changed. i flew to san francisco, and my rugby friends delivered: ten minutes in berkeley, and a huge denali pulls up to my place. “let’s go.” i was moved in less than four hours, all thanks to the good people who moved my furniture, belongings, (my life), from one house to another house, another room with four walls and a beautiful lofted ceiling, a skylight.

i ordered a new bed. a zinus memory foam mattress, queen size (or full?). i gave away my futon, left my couch and furry blanket at the old house, left it all, because i couldn’t stand it. i severed myself from all of my old friends, my alleged best friends from rugby. it was pretty lonely, but then god threw down a group of fucking weirdos to me, and i’ve established some of the most secure, loving, and pure friendships i’ve ever experienced.

i know i talk about them a lot, but it’s because i am still reeling. i can’t believe they exist. i can’t believe any of them are real. i always tweet about the viola guy, well it’s because i kinda love him, and i always tweet about our random adventures together, all of us, and it’s because i absolutely love them all.

so that was it, the piedmont boys. boys meaning girls and boys; boys meaning a group of meme-tastic misfits.

on my last night before leaving for phoenix -- i drove out here, 13 fucking hours through the pitch black night in the empty desert of coachella, indio, blythe, goodyear, stars twinkling gratuitously -- i got hammered at karaoke with my boalt law coworkers. it was fun, certainly. i sang country roads and had yet another cathartic emotional episode because that’s how i am. anyway, i came home, and i was scared shitless because i was home alone, so i called my friend lance -- a piedmont fellow -- and he came over. he just ate his dinner at the table while i showered, packed, got ready. then we talked for hours. talked and talked and talked. and he left me with the most touching thing i’ve ever been told: “you are like the glue between all of us. you have a remarkable ability to connect with other people, and i think you can be the one to show us that it doesn’t have to be hard to stay in contact. that we can live the rest of our lives with each other.”

i still haven’t told anyone about this conversation. it was too pure, too beautiful, for me to retell, i think. i never thought i’d be this person i am now, and for someone to think that i am in such a strong, charged way, absolutely broke my heart. so. cheers to the piedmont boys. thank you for the adventures. thank you for reopening me to the possibility of love and for letting me love you.

concerts

jesus h. christ. this was THE YEAR for concerts. who the fuck did i see? let me count.

-greenday

-panic at the disco

-venice’s baroque chamber group

-chicago symphony

-lorde

-john legend

-hans zimmer

-nobuo uematsu

-yoko shimomura

-tetsuya nomura

-foster the people

-vance joy

-weezer

-THE KILLERS

-cirque du soleil (does this count? lol)

as we can see, i make it a point to have fun. i work a lot and spend my money on tickets because why the fuck not. i have to say, HEARING BRENDON URIE SING A SOLO VERSION OF “BEHIND THE SEA” SAVED ME, and HEARING BRANDON FLOWERS SING “MR. BRIGHTSIDE” blew me away. i felt so grateful. AND, as one would expect, i’ve become an immensely better musician this past year. let’s see.

musicianship

it started with the viola guy and the guitar guys. we wanted to jam, so we did. and i’m not used to people being as competent as me, so it took me by surprise, to have to really use my brain and THINK. it was sexy. i started learning chord progressions, jazz logic, improv styles, how to fill up the space with easy-listening chords, how to pick a melody and play around it.

piano has been good. it’s not as good as i’d like, but i can play 2/4 16th notes baroque-style without a problem, and i’m pretty proud of that. learning to transpose parallel minors and relative minors from major keys. it’s tough but inspiring: just think. just FOCUS. and you can do it. (can do anything).

singing. oh, jesus. singing this past year was fucking incredible. i had an amazing choral professor who really loved my voice so he worked with me incessantly. gave me solos left and right. gave me a choral scholarship, free lessons, all that. he refined what kuzma (my previous prof) fostered: fine motor movement in the mouth paired with perfect vowel placement. and brandon flowers sang in this style, i noticed, and it proved to me that i can also share music just like him. and holy god, it’s probably my “second puberty” also, but my voice sounds so fucking good. it’s crazy.

transposition. i hear so much better now. having perfect pitch accustomed to a 432 Hz for A instead of 440 Hz for A has really fucked with me. (my piano is brass strings, sounds like a baroque instrument). but i can hear with much better clarity. i play so well. i can harmonize so well. it’s all so crazy.

i’m done organizing

oh that’s right! i got rejected from peking university in china for my master’s. lol, wow. what a fucking joke.

oh fuck, i also got arrested. possession of that good mj and drug paraphernalia. oh well. charges were dropped. went through TASC. paid 35 a week for drug tests, paid 1k for the ed seminar, paid 1k to the county attorney. record expunged. clean. it lasted from january to august.

i got a medical marijuana card this year, also. so even though i was drug tested, my card excluded the THC testing. haha.

i ran in santa monica and malibu with my friends, four loko in hand, all to see the sunset at the same time. :) that was a pretty cute moment. we’re all so committed, needlessly or necessarily, to each other.

i wrote “on a clear day,” which is basically an autobio of 2017, so there’s that. it’s still a little clunky, could kill to be tighter. i need to work on dialogue and sharpness. but overall, i’m pretty happy with the flow.

favorite pissed off tweet: “futures are just slow declines and prolonged extinctions.”

favorite random tweet: “in a world of smooth edges and clean white furnishings there is no room for rocks.”

work

2017 was the year i said no to a full-time offer in research in the exact area i wanted because i thought it would be better to do something that scared me. turns out you should always trust that fine distinction between risk-taking and being an ass. i felt it. now i know what it feels like.

i was a logistics manager at a startup. it was fine and then it wasn’t. i quit. i worked at boalt law as the marketing director and head of recruitment. i pulled in 15 students to our new hybrid program. how much money did i bring in? 877,000. I almost brought you 1 million, boalt. you’re welcome. 2017 was the year i finally started serving an bartending. this is my favorite job to date. it demands precision, skilled interpersonal finesse, excellent memory, physical strength, humor, disassociation at a moment’s notice, and fun. to me, the perfect people are in this industry -- well, save for the alcoholics. but even in this case, use your own damn perspective to not bow down to the drinks.

i start a consulting IT/design job in two weeks, and it pays a gargantuan sum of money. excited to start that new adventure for 2018.

people i’ve dated

this was the year that men gave and gave and gave to me, sydney. i was pretty calm for the beginning, but then i became a chronic dater. didn’t fuck them all, didn’t even hook up with them all. just dated. let dudes buy me food and drinks. held hands sometimes, kissed sometimes, went to a few of their places. let’s see who: chase, riley, miles, jacob, peter, joe, nathan, andrew. most of them ended because i got bored.

jacob, though, is an interesting case. a while back, i wrote an original story about jacob and rachel (obvioulsy) situated on the iberian peninsula (portugal) about love, difference, salt, the sea, and marxism. it’s good. and jacob, the guy i’ve been seeing, researches in portugal, is an anthropology phd, and helped me so much with my own phd applications. i have so much to thank him for.

i’ve been sort of dispelased with the lack of sex i’ve been having, but in the middle of a sydney rant, my best friend sat me down and said this: “listen, syd. you can get laid RIGHT NOW if you want. but you don’t want it to be that easy. you like to work for your sex. you want it to be sort of difficult, mysterious, built-up. so shut up.” and she was right. after six years, i finally fucked this guy i’ve wanted. he’s my brother’s best friend, and i don’t care. it was the best sex i’ve ever had, and he’s just as intelligent as me, is so sexy. fuck, this fool moaned my name more than i moaned his, and i was so turned on, and it was insane. we keep trying to meet up, but he’s out of town for a few days. here’s to hoping i can see him before i return to berkeley.

what else?

i’ll write some other shit that’s not totally neurotic later on. i still need to compile a list of my favorite cultural arts this past year. but for now, i am happy with this write-up of my year.

oh wait

yes, i graduated with two degrees in anthropology and geography, highest honor in both and a 50-page thesis under the supervision of a nobel laureate in meteorology. that was pretty cool. congrats, syd. you now have a degree from the university of california, berkeley. :)

until next blog post

peace out. 2017. it has been real, and it’s been fun... but has it been real fun? i think so.

#2017 #in review #year in review #personal

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kaitlyn-rodriguez · 7 years

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Who do you do your internship with if you don't mind me asking? Is it through Aus Institute of Creative Design? Because I'm thinking about studying a course in Interior Design with them in July ☺️

I intern for a fashion label, I study in Sydney at a fashion college, not there sorry lovely xx

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cilliansaccent · 5 years

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The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 12

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!!

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Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 5,076

!!Warnings!!: SMUTTTTT!!! All at the end!!

Date: December 2016

Chapter Name: An Irish Christmas

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabrijela spends Christmas with Cillian and his family in their childhood home in Cork. She's tired but she’ll have a better reason to be tired when nighttime comes around and sparks fly...

Extra Notes: I’ve made up his parents names as we do not know their real names.

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Gabrijela leaned against Cillian, head on his shoulder as he read a book. She shut her eyes, tired from how early they had to get up. Five in the morning for their eight-thirty flight.

"Such an ungodly hour." She muttered and found the position to be uncomfortable. So she moved on her back, her head in his lap.

He looked at her, "You'll get sleep in the afternoon." He leaned down, lifting her head up to kiss her.

"But I wanna sleep now." She murmured against his lips.

"Hush," He chuckled and resumed his reading. He rested one arm just below her breasts, she held on to it with a hand. She thought to what he had done this morning. She was packing her things when he had come up behind her. His hands roved over her breasts and he kissed her neck, "Cillian," She whispered before she was bent over the bed. Her jeans were yanked down and he knelt behind her until he ruined her with his mouth. He had moaned, "For last night." He said against her before she cried out and came on his fingers once more.

She smiled at the pleasant morning and could feel herself drifting to sleep but it wasn't long when it was time to get up and get moving.

She grabbed her carry-on luggage, she had repacked this morning into his bigger suitcase as he didn't need to bring to much stuff as he had left some things in his family home.

They shuffled on to the plane, he helped her shove her bag into the overhead compartment then she slid into the chair beside the window. She grew nervous. She didn't like small aeroplanes. They justled to much when in the air.

She hastily put on her seat belt, her leg shaking.

"Are you okay?" Cillian slid his hand in hers.

"A little nervous. I'm not a fan of small planes." She laughed softly, "Or planes in general."

"Are you only doing this to get a kiss from me?" He was clearly teasing her, but he was still worried.

"No!" She gasped.

"Uh-huh. Look at me, darling." He tilted her face to his.

"Prick." She huffed and he laughed and leaned in, kissing her deeply.

"No, really. It is very nerve-wracking for me." She looked out the window, it was pouring rain.

"It's okay. I'm right here," he squeezed her hand, holding it in his lap.

"I know." She smiled.

It wasn't long when the plane was ready and backed out with the help of a truck. She tensed when the plane bumped and jiggled on the tarmac, holding his hand tightly.

Then it was ready to take flight.

"Fuck." She whispered as the plane began to move, faster and faster it went.

"I'm here. I got you, Gabrijela." Cillian watched her face, her eyes shut tightly as the plane made various sounds before liftoff. He didn't like it when he saw her so stricken with fear. He wondered how she came here by herself with no one but herself for comfort.

"I hate this so fucking much. Oh god." She murmured, she hadn't opened her eyes. "God I hate it." Her heart was hammering in her chest.

He stroked her knuckles with a thumb, trying to comfort her the best he could.

Only when the plane eased into a horizontal path did she relax a little. She gulped as she opened her eyes and turned to see some very worried ice blue eyes watch her.

"Okay?" He whispered, cupping her face with a hand. He was so worried, his voice wavered a little.

"I'm okay." She placed a hand over his, turned her head to kiss the inside of his palm. "Thanks, Cillian-" She gasped when the plane wiggled.

"I'll get us some tea, hey?" The flight hostess came by and he got her some tea. They were also offered some light snacks which she gratefully munched on. She hadn't really eaten this morning so she was feeling a little sick.

The tea, however, settled her and she appreciated it a lot. But turbulence started and in a smaller plane, it was felt greatly.

She cursed softly as she tried to press herself as much as she could into the seat, and she let out soft whimpers whenever the plane moved to much.

But listening to Cillian's voice was the only thing that prevented her from having a full out panic attack. She felt something wrap around her neck, it was his scarf by the smell of the rich cologne he wore. And then the green bubble jacket he wore over her legs.

Comfy and warm.

The fear and tension left her, and she was feeling much better after fifteen minutes. He had lifted up the armrest between them so she could snuggle into his body.

They had a shared cord that would plug into his phone, and they listened to some music. They stayed like that, holding each other right through to landing.

Off the plane, they collected their bags and headed out to the area to be picked up.

"My brother will take us to the house." He said. Despite the clear skies, it was very, very cold. Only ten degrees Celcius.

Gabrijela was glad she was wearing her washed-out jeans, a hoodie that had a thermal singlet and a shirt underneath it. She still wore his scarf which was tightly wrapped around her.

"He better hurry up, otherwise he'll be taking popsicles home." She grumbled.

"Aha! There he is! Come on darling." He came to the car and beamed.

His brother got out and they embraced, "Big brother! Good to see you! God."

Gabrijela stayed back a little, watching them happily hug each other. It was so cute. She couldn't help but smile.

"Paidi, meet Gabrijela." Cillian turned and waved her closer.

"Hi," Gab smiled and shook hands with the younger brother.

"Hello, darl. You look very cold. Why don't we get in? Ma is waiting." He said.

They all got into the car, Cillian sat at the front and she sat in the back. The brothers chatted and she admired the scenery that unfolded.

Cork was lovely by the looks of it. She hoped they could spend a day looking around.

They headed a little out of the main city, to a small village Cillian was raised in.

Then down a dirt road to a stunning stone, two-story home. It had white wooden borders around the many windows and a bright green front door with a Christmas wreath on it. The garden was impeccable, and despite its winter, it was all green.

"We have a horse and some chickens," Cillian's brother said as they pulled up.

And a wave of nerves slammed into her she could only nod quickly. She hadn't put much thought to this trip. She didn't realise she would actually meet his family. Well, that's stupid, she did but... God, she didn't think it would come true.

His mother, father and his siblings. All there. Oh god, the questions. Did Cillian tell his family who she was exactly? She remembered he had said they would meet a wonderful girl. But did he tell them her age? What were they as a pair? A couple? Friends with benefits? What were they anyway? Would they think of her as some type of gold-digger, or some... young silly girl trying new things with an older man? The questions swirled in her brain she didn't realise Cillian had opened the door and was talking to her.

"Gabbie." He shook her and she looked at him. "Is everything okay?" His brother was nowhere to be seen. Must've gone in.

"I-Cillian." She breathed fast, "Is this a good idea? Oh god, I didn't think this through. Y-Your family, what will they think of me? Shit, I'm so scared."

"Breathe. Come on, breathe." He said, taking her hands with one of his. "Breathe." He instructed and she did. "They will love you, darling. Do not be afraid."

She looked closely into his eyes, he was sincere but also understanding. She reached up with a hand, brushing her fingers along his blushed cheeks. "Okay... Okay, Cillian. Okay." She nodded after some moments.

"That's my girl," He smiled and leaned in, kissing her as he helped her out.

That sentence made her feel things, her heart raced. His girl. She was his. Confidence began to build in her.

Upon entering the house, as lovely outside, it was just as lovely inside. Warm, wooden tones with a very farm like interior. It had a serious Irish charm, and she could envision little Cillian running around and down the stairs.

She spotted a picture, "Oh my, who is this?" She said as she came over.

"Uh. It's me. I was only fifteen." He laughed softly.

"Such a cutie with that smile." She looked up.

"Do I hear my precious handsome boy?" An older woman came through the threshold that had led into the living section of the house.

"Ma! Hello!" He hugged her.

"Ooo, it is wonderful to see you, Cilly." She looked over, "And oh! She is just as beautiful as you had described!"

Gabrijela's eyes widened and she looked at Cillian. He did what now?! She hugged the woman when she embraced her.

"Oh my god, no, Ma!" Cillian was flushing bright red. He was extremely embarrassed.

"Oh hush now. Come on, breakfast is ready. Kids have been whining all morning." She said and left them.

"Cillian I'm going to kill you." She hit his arm hard, pouting at him.

"Sorry! Ma wanted to know so badly. It's not like I have photos of you on my phone." He nudged her with his hip.

"No more kisses for you." She jabbed his arm with a finger and he groaned as he rubbed his arm.

They entered the very lively living room. Five young kids were playing before the fire, his siblings around a table that was covered with delicious-looking food.

Then it was the introductions, hugs and kisses and shaking hands. She learned his mother's name to be Mary and his father Lachlan. Then breakfast was underway, light chatter across the table and the kids giggling.

"How is my food?" His mother asked after a bit.

"It's so good. Thank you." Gabrijela smiled. There was an agreement across the board.

"Good! I am very glad you like it! So, tell me, how do you find our city?" She continued.

"I haven't seen it much but it does look very beautiful. I'm a sucker for old, historical towns." Gabrijela said, wiping her mouth a little as she drank a bit of apple juice.

"Fantastic. Cillian best show you around before you return back to London. There are fantastic little places all over." She said with a warm smile.

"Do you have any siblings?" Orla, Cillian's younger sister, asked.

"I do. I've got three older brothers. All married with kids." Gab nodded.

"Oh, wow. Youngest girl. How old are you?"

"Twenty-five since yesterday," Gab said softly.

"Happy Birthday! Must've been a Christmas surprise?" Mary smiled.

"Kinda. We celebrate my birthday on Christmas as it's easier. I always get a tad more presents." She giggled.

"How about any partners?" Mary continued with the questions. It made her a little overwhelmed.

"Ma, that's a bit much." Cillian cut in before Gab could reply.

"She is an adult woman, she can reply if she wants. Gabrijela?"

All eyes on her. She blinked, she looked at Cillian then back at Mary. It seemed he hadn't told her details about them.

"No. No one at all." She shook her head.

"Really? A girl as beautiful should have men wanting your attention." Mary gasped. "Maybe we should find you a man here." She winked.

Gab giggled and sipped her apple juice as everyone fell into their own conversations.

Cillian's knee brushed against hers and she looked up, "You going okay?" He asked.

"Yeah. Going just well." She nodded.

The doorbell rang and Mary hurried to go answer it. More voices filled the house as more people came. Cillian's other relatives.

More introductions, handshakes and kisses. Then everyone gathered in the large living room/sunroom. The Christmas tree was overflowing with presents.

She sat on the couch, Cillian sitting on the armrest, an arm on the backrest for support. His sisters and his brother handed out the presents to everyone, the kids having an absolute ball with their new toys or outfits. Music filled the air, laughter and joy making it warm as light snow fell outside.

"First white Christmas." Cillian leaned down.

"Dream come true." She smiled up at him.

"This one is for Gabrijela." Mary hobbled over the wrapping and the toys scattered around.

"Oh no, you shouldn't!" Gabrijela took the large box. She had to send some of her stuff back. No way she could bring this all home in her suitcase.

"Of course we should! It's a bit of your birthday and a Christmas present." Mary beamed.

"Oh goodness." Gabrijela laughed before she unwrapped the box. As she popped open the lid she gasped. "Oh!" She pulled out the items. A fantastic scarf, thick and soft and the colour of cream. The next thing inside was a multi-coloured patchwork of a throw. She handed Cillian the box as she pulled it out, it was huge! She could wrap herself up in it. There was a cooking book as well, all about traditional Irish dishes.

"We wanted to give you something of Ireland for you to take home. The scarf and the throw all made here with care and love." Mary explained. "And Cillian mentioned your love for cooking. So the book is for you to whip up something wonderful for your family at home. You'll find some of the dishes I made today in there."

Gabrijela beamed and set the items down, "Thank you so much. I will treasure them forever. I've also gotten some things to." She got up, Cillian had already set the things under the tree.

She handed them out to each sibling and his parents. She bought them their favourite wines or scotch. She remembered Cillian telling her one dinner about it.

Everyone seemed thrilled and she received plenty of hugs. Even the kids had gotten some toys from her.

The morning went on, Gabrijela played with the kids. Their parents were surprised as to how well she was with them, messing around and keeping them occupied as the table was cleaned up.

She would occasionally look up, Cillian had a serious expression as he spoke with his mother and father in the kitchen. Her heart sank, he seemed troubled. He looked over and gave her a small reassuring smile when he noted the look on her face.

Gabrijela sighed softly. She hoped that there was no trouble with her, she didn't want his family to be distrustful towards her.

Lunch came and went, and his other relatives began to leave by evening. Gabrijela spent most of her time with the kids, reading them stories or listening to their complaints of their parents or their school.

The night eased to calm, soft classical music coming from the record. His siblings disappeared upstairs, setting the kids to bed.

His father had gone early to bed.

She came to the couch where Cillian sat, a glass in her hand as well as his.

"Hi," She smiled and sat close, his arm automatically went around her.

"Hey." He smiled, looking at her. "You look exhausted."

"I am. Those kids are crazy!" She giggled as she sipped her wine.

"They are. But really adored you. You have some magic, never seen them so calm." He said, playing with the golden ends of her hair.

"Practice makes perfect." She laid her head back on his arm. It had been snowing all day, a blanket of white outside.

"How did you like it today?" He asked, his finger now traced a shape on her nape.

She shivered, "I loved it. Nervous at first, but... Your family is wonderful Cillian. Makes me miss my own back at home."

"I could imagine. Make sure to call them later yeah?" He set down his finished glass.

"I will." She looked into his eyes. He had moved so he was closer to her, kinda almost on top of her.

"Do I still get to kiss you?" He asked, his other hand taking her jaw gently.

"If you promise me one thing." She leaned closer, their noses touching.

"What?" He now cupped her neck.

"Eat me out every morning like you did this morning." She said and kissed him without hearing his answer.

Eyes shut, he kissed her deeply and passionately, pulling her close. She gripped his side a little, a soft moan escaping her as she felt his tongue sweep in. Her core warmed at the sensation of his tongue dominating hers. She hadn't kissed him all day, and she poured her heart and soul into it.

"Maybe we should go to bed too," She whispered against his lips, his hand had slid down to her hip.

"And do what?" He kissed her jaw, moving to her neck.

"Everything." She murmured, sighing in delight.

"It's a full house, Gab. Walls," he kissed her collar bone, "... Are thin."

"I can be quiet, Cillian. Or you can put a gag in my mouth." She mused when he pulled back.

"A gag?" His smirk was wicked.

"Mhm," She ran a finger down his lips.

"Let's go then." He said and they stood.

As they came to the stairs Mary was coming down them, "Ah! There you two are. Come on, let me show you your room." She said.

The pair gave each other a look and followed her.

"You have the room farthest of them all. Cillian's old room as a boy. But closest to the bathroom. He had a problem when he was much younger." Mary whispered.

Cillian groaned, "God."

Gabrijela giggled as they came into the fairly large room. A huge double bed that faced the wall lined french doors that led to a small balcony. There was a guitar in the corner, a table with neatly stacked books and sheets of what looked like music sheets.

"His room was the biggest as he liked to practice his music and write them to," Mary said.

"He writes music?" Gabrijela raised a brow. "You didn't tell me that."

"Yeah, and you left out the part you are in a band." He poked back at her. She rolled her eyes.

"You're in a band? Interesting. Two music lovers. Could be a perfect couple." Mary let out a soft laugh.

Gabrijela blushed.

"Now under this big bed is a spare mattress. I'd pull it out but my back is aching." She said. "All sheets are made. Towels in the wardrobe. But... Make yourself at home." Mary smiled.

"Much appreciated." She said, taking her hands. "I might take a shower if that's fine. I feel icky." She said.

"Of course! Don't worry about making to much noise. We all sleep like the dead." She laughed. "Cillian, since you are the eldest, help your poor mama with the dishes." She said and headed out.

Gabrijela smirked, "I'm going to take a shower. Join me, hm?" She pressed herself against him, kissing his neck.

"I'll be quick." He groaned softly, his hands cupped her ass and squeezed it.

They parted. She took a moment to unpack her things. They would be here for more than three days it seemed, into the new year. She unpacked his clothing too, hanging it up with the other items he had left.

Then she grabbed her pyjamas and towel and went into the bathroom. She was told the attic was converted into a wonderful room for the kids to all sleep in. One of the girls wanted to show her tomorrow.

Cillian's parents slept downstairs as well as his brother, his sisters upstairs on the other side of the house.

As she began to undress a knock came at the door, "Who is it?"

"It's me." Cillian's voice.

She came over and unlocked it, letting him in. "That was quick." She said.

"Uh, yeah. Only had to put things away." He said, grabbing her by the hips and pulled her flush against his body.

"Cillian-" She was cut off by the hard kiss. She wasn't naked yet but he helped her undress her bra and panties before he was naked as well. He walked her into the shower. It was big enough for two people.

As they got wet, he kissed her. He hadn't broken the kiss even as he had walked in with her. She was surprised at the desperation he had for her, how hard he felt against her.

Tonight was the night, she thought. Despite being in his own family home, he would take her.

He touched her in the shower, one leg cocked up to his hip as he pushed two fingers into her. Her sweet moan filled his ears, he would ready her.

"I don't have a condom," He said against her ear, if she was not okay with him going bareback then he would not take her. He would stick to her boundaries.

"It's fine," She said breathlessly, "I'm on the pill." She held back a cry when his thumb began to do its familiar circle around her clit.

"Sure?" He kissed her, dragging out her bottom lip.

"I'm sure Cillian. I want you. Tonight." She bucked her hips. "I have wanted you for a long time."

"I can say the same." He thrust his fingers fast inside her, kissing her and swallowing up her cries as she came on them. Then they did a speedy clean up, unable to stop kissing each other as they left the bathroom in their towels to their room.

Gabrijela moved into the middle of the bed, getting under the sheets and he joined her. He rolled on top of her, her arms going around his neck as they locked into another passionate kiss.

He had music playing, just to be sure to cancel out any noises. He let out a groan as he felt her slender fingers around his cock, "Gab." He murmured.

"Closer, baby." She whispered. He lowered his hips and let out a soft hiss when he felt her rub the head of his cock along her slit. She moaned softly, teasing herself with him.

He brought a hand down to grip himself, "Hold on to me, darling."

She could feel him trembling, his lips wobbled a little. She placed her hands back on his shoulders.

She held his gaze, his face shadowed but not too much that she could not see.

"My Cillian," She whispered.

And then he lowered himself, sliding into her with slow ease of his hips.

He let out a groan, it had been a long time since he felt the warmth of a woman. He gripped the sheets, his hips now locked with hers. He let out a shaky breath. He watched her face.

Gabrijela let out soft whimpers of pleasure, his cock spreading her and filling her to the brim. Sex was always amazing, the feeling of a cock in her. But Cillian... He was different. There was meaning to this. All of this. He was not taking her just for the sake of sex. She could see there was more.

And she felt the same. But she was hesitant about that 'further' bit. But right now, she would not dwell on it.

"Gabrijela?" His ragged voice brought her back. "Tell me you're okay."

"I am fine, Cillian. Oh, so, so fine." She pulled him down to kiss him. And that was when he started to move.

Slow, deep movements, his hips rolled into hers. In and out. Sliding, stretching her. Each dive of his hips sent electricity through her body.

She arched her back when he did so, his head was tucked into her neck as his arms were around her holding her tight to his body. He still trembled.

She clung to him, she could feel his sinewy muscles in his shoulders shift and tense as his body worked to pleasure her.

She then moved her arms to wrap around his waist a little, gripping him there as her legs spread wider for him.

With the building of the intense pleasure, their bodies became slick with sweat. He was growing more rougher, his grunts a wonderful song to her ears. Curses left both their now swollen lips from how much they kissed and still kissed. But sloppily.

Her hands roamed over his perfect body, touching him, memorising the stiffness, the angles, the dips and curves.

Cillian did the same, loving how her body was mesmerising. She was full and curvy, her body arching as he dove deep within her soul. He sat back a little, one hand beside her head. He held her leg up to his hip, the position making him go deeper than ever.

"Cillian!" She gasped, those pretty pink lips parted from the utter bliss he gave her. He made her feel this.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, looking down. The sheets had fallen back. His body outlined by the moonlight from outside. She could see how they were connected. How perfect their bodies seemed to fill each curve.

Like a missing puzzle piece.

Now Cillian was kneeling back, he held her legs wide and hooked over his arms as he held her thighs. She was lifted off the bed a little.

She let out a loud whine, he was going more deeper than ever. His cock reaching her special spot that his fingers could not.

She threw back her head, gripping the metal bars of the bedhead as she was thrown upwards from how hard he was fucking her.

The air was hot, sizzling and electric. Nothing could stop them, nothing could stop him as he ravaged her body with those delicate yet sinful hands. And his cock, which pumped in and out of her.

Her breasts bounced, the bed shaking a little.

His moans were growing louder despite him being quite quiet. He was getting close, he could feel it. The need to finish. But he wanted to hold out, he wanted her to finish on him. He wanted her to drag out his climax.

Gabrijela could not think of anyone but him. But the pleasure he doused her soul, her heart, her everything. She was close, her body was tensing up as she was ready to crash down.

"Keep going, Cillian. Oh!" She managed to gasp out. She could not form words at all, only moans and unintelligible sounds. Sounds she never knew that could come from her.

"Aw, fuck!" He cursed, voice cracking a little. He went harder, the sound of skin to skin filled the scorching air between them.

"Ah... Ah... Ah! Cillian! CILLIAN! OH GOD CILLIAN!" She drawled out his name in a loud, fantastic cry which he dropped her and claimed her lips in a kiss.

He thrust wildly, his climax ripping through him as he pounded into her and finished inside her. He gripped her undulating body to his, holding his hips to hers as he came and came.

Their moans mixed within their kiss, as he held her. They did not part from each other. Totally locked in. Body to body.

He did not want to part from her just yet, neither did she. His head dropped into the curve of her shoulder.

Their ragged breaths were the only sounds now left with the soft music which had dipped to a soft, gentle melody. As if the sound was easing them from the high they just experience.

Finally, Cillian rolled off her and laid on his back. They were a mess, a sweaty, flushed mess.

Gabrijela looked up at the ceiling, her breathing slowly coming back to normal. She could feel his warmth within her, it would leak out soon. She turned her head slowly, only to meed his eyes.

He reached up and touched her cheek, he looked so hot, his lips parted, cheeks red as sweat beaded on his forehead and his hair sticking to it.

"Gab..." He said breathlessly. "Gab talk to me." He said when she didn't reply.

She smiled, "Cilly," She murmured, groaning as she moved to her side and laid half on top of him. She kissed him softly.

"Tell me how you feel." He tangled his hand in her hair, his other hand on her waist. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He rubbed his nose against hers.

"No. You didn't." She laid a hand on his chest, playing with his chest hair a little. "You gave me so much pleasure there are no words to describe how I am feeling after it all."

He laughed softly, "You might feel it in the morning." He nipped her lip.

"You that confident you fucked me that good, hm?" She nuzzled his nose.

"Totally." He squeezed her side.

"I can so agree with that. You did a wonderful job Cillian. I... I enjoyed it. All of it. I'd ride you but I'm so exhausted." She laid down on him.

"A satisfied woman gives me the greatest pleasure. Especially if it's you." He pulled up the sheets. Now the air had sizzled away, it grew cold.

"Such a flirt." She hummed.

"I'm grateful I made you feel good, Gabrijela. That's all I want to do. Make you happy. Feel utter bliss. My greatest goal is to make you feel like a queen." His words were soft, shy. But he was serious about it.

"You make me feel more than a queen, Cillian. You make me feel lots of things. They haven't invented the fucking words for it." She repeated a line from him.

He chuckled, "When you plan something well, there's no need to rush." He said it in his Tommy Shelby voice.

She had shivers, "So I was a plan, hm?" She looked up at him.

"Not exactly," He kissed her, "In a way. But you were more a... surprise. A real, good surprised that I am thoroughly pleased with."

She smiled and kissed him back before she laid her head back down and got comfy.

"As are you, Cillian. A surprised I had not expected." She murmured, eyes shutting as her satisfied body succumbed to exhaustion.

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