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the-fiction-witch · 5 months

Text

Hopelessly

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating SMUT

Requested :

Yess ty fiction which, I also have an idea so idk if u watched the show yet (u probably did) but the main girl lady belle, can u make it were y/n likes Jack and he likes us but y/n gets jealous and upset bc she thinks Jack likes lady belle and not us. It’s just a thought

I scampered my feet up the stairs of the hospital, My feet ached, my legs sore, and my lungs short of breath from the fact since first light I hadn't so much as sat down for more than a few seconds. But I was fueled by the power to lift four carriages and run from Port Victoria to Brisbane. I opened the door to the surgery theatre prep room where the tools, ties and other such items were laid out for the various surgeries.

And there He stood.

Fixing up his sleeves as he was selecting between what blades he was to use today for the amputation. His dark brown shoes were caked with dusty dry dush dirt, and his brown trousers were patterned with a slightly darker brown plaid almost unnoticeable, his shirt typically white but dark around the sleeves from the constant blood it soaked in, his dark blue waistcoat done up tightly and the green tie around his neck in a double knot, His hair freshly fluffy in its usual style leaving me to assume he likely had a bath today, or yesterday night soon enough for his hair to still be that fluffiness.

"The Medicine Doctor Dawkins," I smiled doing my best not to turn the colour of a bright poppy flower, my heart skipped a beat seeing him, my breath hitching, every ache or concern from the day work melted into the least of my concerns each one of them worth it for the mere sight of him.

I had worked at the hospital as long as I could remember having taken over the role from my mother, I was technically a laundry and kitchen girl by definition but my role had changed since Doctor Dawkins arrived, we found quickly we had a mindset that worked similarly so often if he needed anything I'd be the one he would summon about it, and at this point I had all but become his scullery girl as well as all my other jobs around the hospital, but I didn't mind at all. Every moment with him was worth ten times the work I put in.

I was utterly, unequivocally, Hopelessly devoted to him.

"Ahh." He perked up looking over to me a smile growing across his lips "There you are. I was wondering where my little nursey got herself off to." He chuckled cleaning his hands off, I blushed at his use of that name, his 'little nursey'. I wasn't a nurse of course but he had called me that as long as I remember but I didn't mind, I couldn't bear to stop him as my heart would flutter whenever I heard it.

"Fetching the medicine, as you requested" I smiled taking it over to him

"Thank you very much." He said taking the glass bottle from my hand his fingertips gracing my own as he did, taking the bottle and staring at diluting a dose for the patient, I merely stood beside him taking in the curves and valleys of his face, noticing my theory correct he must have had a bath this morning as I could smell his usually pine and eucalyptus soap as well as his familiar aftershave that I could only describe as addicting and heavenly. He glanced at me from his work his eyes flicking to me a moment "You have somewhere to be?"

"Ohh no, not really." I lied, I had a million jobs I could be rushing off to get on with but I wanted every single second I could get in this room alone with him,

"Good. You can keep me company then." he smiled

"You don't mind? I'll go if I'm any trouble."

"No, you're no trouble nursey" He smiled "Could you fetch my apron for me?"

"Of course" I nodded rushing across the prep room to fetch it for him returning within a few small seconds

"It's not a race you know. Take your time slow down" He chuckled slipping it on and quickly tieing it the way he liked it

"I just don't want to keep you waiting," I blushed

"You are such a sweet little thing. Why can't all the nurses be like you." He said as his patient was brought into the theatre the crowd let into the stands to watch too "I'll see you later Nursey," he smiled taking my hand in his and giving my knuckles a sweet polite kiss before he headed out to the applause of the crowd. My body was utterly frozen as he had left me my heart beating out of my chest. My god I am a sinful girl. Unable to prevent my eyes from lingering.

I stood in the prep room almost unable to move watching through the window as he worked, he moved almost in slow motion to me his every move being carefully chiselled on my mind, the sweetest sound playing in my mind drowning out the sound of the bloodthirsty crowd. Unable to prevent my smiles and my blush, I'm sure if surgeons had fan clubs I'd be at the head of his, I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help my devotion to him, praying mightily that he would one day see my unquestionable devotion and admiration, take me in his arms and make me his bride. But so far that had only been a wish, a several-year-long wish. I knew I was down badly, but I couldn't draw myself away, so much so he could tie me to the operating table and remove my arm without any painkillers, using a rusty blade and I would still thank him immensely. he could drag me by my hair though the graveyard and still I would only give him smiles, he could take my innocence and slap me across the arse and still I would be at my knees for him. Not that he would, I hope.

"Y/n. Laundry." The head nurse Hetti snapped in my direction as she passed the door

"Yes, Miss." I nodded quickly scampering out and down to the laundry room stopping short as I closed the door finally being alone again holding my hand tightly and pressing a kiss to my knuckle just where he had kissed hoping perhaps to get a taste of his lips.

I finished for the day scrubbing at my body before slipping on my little nightie and climbing into my little bed, I took my book from the table and began to read the fantastical stories leaning my head against my pillow that sat vertically on my bed as if another body rested in it, so I rested my head there reading for a good hour or so before setting my book down and blowing out the candle, I turned over and wrapped my arms around the pillow resting my head as if I was hugging a body even wrapping my leg around it nuzzling my head into the soft cotton.

"Ummmm..." I hummed "Goodnight Jack," I whispered giving my pillow a little kiss, and I closed my eyes tight my mind dreaming of his sweet voice whispering to me 'Goodnight my little nursey' before I drifted into my dreams.

When the sun came I woke early far earlier than I needed to be, but that was fairly normal. I stirred and shuffled in my sheets feeling the tension that had built between my legs from my sweet dreams, I glanced over my shoulder to my table to see my little clock knowing I had enough time for what my body so obviously wanted, I blushed hard giving my pillow a little kiss "Good morning" I cooed in a whisper rubbing my nose against the cotton, I adjusted myself a little moving my hand down to my thigh, tugging up my cotton nightie and slipping my hand under it meeting the heat between my legs I did gently stroke my skin but I knew quickly that already wasn't necessary, my fingers finding my already aching clit and rubbing little circles "Uhhh" I gasped quietly

"Ummm good Morning my little nursey, aww whats this? you've been dreaming about me again?" he cooed between kisses down my neck "Well, I can hardly leave my little nursey like this can I?" his hands stroking over my body touching my most intimate places fondling my breasts, slapping my ass and replacing my hand with his own rough more callus fingers

I slipped my fingers inside me using my index and ring fingers as they were longer and thus It made it more believable in my mind that they were his, "Uhhh! Jack!" I gasped as hushed as I could in the quiet morning light

"Umm, what a good girl, say it again. tell them who you adore." He smirked mercilessly kissing me and touching me tugging on my nipple to harden it into his hand which he then plaid with

"Uhh! Jack! please-" I gasped my other hand clutching my breast to rub and twist my nipple to match my fantasy to my pleasurable reality

"You are so beautiful when you're like this for me. you're making me hard. My sweet little nursey going to take care of her doctor?" he encouraged "Come on, you know you want to?"

I blushed hard moving to sit up in bed and move my thighs to either side of the pillow, my hands still working hard

"Ohhh that's perfect, You look so beautiful on top of me y/n. go on. you know I can't resist you like this."

I moved my hand away and tightened my grip on the pillow with my thighs moving my hips back and forth grinding against my pillow riding it as if it really was him, the cotton and stuffing of the firm pillow rubbing against my clit each time I moved my hips "UUuuhh! Jack!" I gasped clamping a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet knowing... the real Jack slept just on the other side of the wall in his own room and bed.

"Ohh fuck- You are so beautiful. I wanna see you cum for me." He growled

"Uhh uhhh" I whined quietly hearing my bedsprings begin to squeak as I sped up

"Aww, what a good girl, My good little nursey. Come on let me see that body I love so much"

even if I was alone I tugged down my nightie to my waist exposing my bare breasts as I bounced and grinded "Uhh Please jack..." I whined feeling close, playing with my breasts and nipples to give myself more pleasure and my wave hit suddenly my legs clamping on the pillow squirt flooding down my legs and onto my sheets and nightie, the wave of pleasure flooded from my head to the tips of my fingers and toes like a wave on the beach, "Uuuughhhhh!" I moaned luckily I put my hand there quickly to keep me quiet and as I reached such a high I heard a firm double knock on my bedroom wall just inches from me and I knew why.

I blushed hard seeing the mess I had made and I fixed my nightie kissing my pillow before I climbed off, and made sure to tug my nightie down grabbing my cardigan and slipping it over my shoulders as I left my room going only a few inches down to the other door opening it without much of a concern finding myself inside his room. The room was littered with items his bed in the corner against the wall he shared with my own room, his servant man somewhere I didn't know, but Jack Laid in his bed still knotted with the sheets his head on the pillow clearly only a few moments into this world from his dreams, his hair a fluffy bedhead, his clothes littered the floor his bare skin exposed as the sheets only covered below his stomach. It was obvious he had woken up and knocked on the wall immediately as was typical most mornings.

I blushed doing my best not to look like I was looking but, I was. trying to burn the image of him lying in his bed into my mind, I nervously adjusted my nightie just to make sure it covered me.

"Good Morning Doctor Dawkins." I smiled as sweetly as I could

"Morning Nursey" He yawns stretching his arm above his head

"What can I do for you on this fine morning?"

"Can I trouble you for crumpet?" He asked

"Of course No problem" I smiled pulling my hair into a ponytail and heading over to the small part of his room for cooking, taking what I would need from the cupboard, and starting up the stove to prepare him his breakfast "Did you sleep alright?"

"Fine, same as usual" He answered "You sleep alright?"

"Perfectly Pleasantly" I smiled as I worked

"You alright y/n?" he asked I turned to see him and saw him giving me a strange look

"What?" I asked

"Nothing. Just heard your bedsprings a bit this morning."

Immediately I blushed hard but turned to focus on cooking to hide my blush "Ohh, Yes I uhh I spilt my water in my bed this morning it was a bit of a panic cleaning it up"

"Fair enough" He nods "That's what's on your nightie then?" He asked and just the moment he said that I felt the wet patch on my nightie from... what I had done

"Yes!" I blushed quickly turning so he couldn't see it

"Alright. You want a hand drying your bed then?"

"No! thank you. It's alright Dr Dawkins." I blushed as I finished with his breakfast so I turned everything off and took the plate with his crumpet over to his bed he happily took it from the plate having a small bite

"Umm perfect." He smiled before tapping on his bed so I blushed and sat down beside his knee as he ate

"Your bed's far softer than mine" I smiled

"I best be careful then, I might come back one night and see you've swapped out beds over" he joked "And I don't want your bed little nursey, those springs are so bad I hear every time you turn over"

"I shall try not to then."

"You don't have to do that" He chuckled as he finished his crumpet

"If It would be better-" I began

"You'll really do anything I ask won't you?" he laughs

"Of course" I blushed

He gave me a funny look for a moment "Let your hair down?"

I blushed hard enough to turn my face red but I did as he asked me to letting my hair from the ponytail

"Hold my hand?"

My heart was racing out of my chest that after all these years something! was to happen between us! and I happily took his hand in mine, he gave it a soft squeeze and brought it to his lips to give my hand a gentlemanly kiss before setting my hand on the bed I was almost fainting from even that tiny amount of attention "Take your dress off?"

"I- I uhhh" I stuttered but inside my mind 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES! YES! YES!' I was nervous but I didn't want to waste time moving my hands to the straps of my nightie and tugging them down, I pushed them down to my elbows about to expose my chest when he stopped me

"Whoa! I was kidding" He laughs sitting up to stop me

"Ohh" I gulped now utterly red with embarrassment at the fact I was literally two seconds from flashing him!

"You really will do anything I ask," he chuckled as he softly fixed the straps on my nightie back into place "You're such a sweet little thing" he cooed giving my cheek a kiss "Go on don't let me keep you"

"Alright if you're sure, I'll see you later."

"I'll see you later my little nursey" He smiled laying back in his bed, I smiled my mind screaming at me utterly desperate to kiss him but I forced it away getting up and going back to my own room blushing so hard I had to jump on my bed and squeal into my pillow.

I was puzzled, I had... finished my work for the day. Often I'd be working long into the night to get my work finished as I often would be rushing off on projects Dr Dawkins would send me off on but, I hadn't seen him all day, and that ached my heart badly. So I ran up to the main part of the hospital and immediately I saw him on his rounds in the ward.

"Ohh Good Afternoon Doctor Dawkins," I smiled playing with my fingers

"Ahh Hello Nursey" he smiled as he did some bandage work "Everything alright?"

"I was, just curious. I haven't heard from you today. Didn't you have any jobs for me?"

"I know. Sorry been absolutely wall to wall today," he explained

"That's alright, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright."

"You're sweet." He smiled taking my hand and kissing my knuckles "Everything's fine. go on little Nursey"

"Yes doctor," I smiled squeezing his hand in the moment before it slipped from mine, I went to go trying badly to hide my blush when I perked up

"Doctor Dawkins!" A female voice spoke up, and I knew it wasn't Hetti or one of the other nurses I turned quickly and saw that girl. I had seen her a few times in the hospital but I didn't know much about her, but immediately I became like a territorial cat.

"Oh it's you." he said "To what honour do you bestow us with your visit today then?"

"The conditions are utterly deplorable! Every single thing in this hospital is disgusting I insist it be cleaned."

"You insist you do?"

"I do. You Laundry girl." She snapped at me "Have every last sheet scrubbed and washed properly immediately!" she demanded

I was a little shocked not used to having my orders barked at me much less by whomever she was.

"Give the sheets another wash before you head to bed y/n," He told me, and for a moment I was teary that he took her side so quickly

"Yes, doctor." I nodded heading back down to the laundry to start again.

I scampered through the hospital as usual now with even more work than this, woman. was insisting that she had been here every day so far and each day made my heart hurt a little more as she was now spending time alone with Dr Dawkins more than once I had gone into a room and found them alone talking together and it broke my heart each time I did. He had barely called for me at all spending all his time with Belle. I hadn't seen him anywhere around the hospital looking rather concerned as to where he had gone but I stopped short as I heard her voice coming from the morgue, I stopped and lingered at the top of the stairs listening I could hear her talking about... something not sure I couldn't make it out and my body froze as I could hear him. Two talking I tried desperately to listen but I couldn't make out their words I couldn't allow my mind to wander so I headed down the stairs and arrived at the morgue and instantly I felt like bursting into tears.

He and Belle stood over a body, the room empty other than the two and the body, a scalpel in her hand, his own on her wrist guiding her to make the incision in the skin. They saw me arrive but didn't put a space between them,

"Yes?" she glared

"Ohh I uhh I was just looking for you Dr Dawkins," I said sheepishly

"Oh, I don't have any jobs for you. You can go." He said

"I- I see. Well you know where I am if you need me" I did my best to force a smile

"I will do," he said before the two returned to their conversation "Ahh perfect just like that. Very good Milady."

Tears flooded my eyes to hear him call her that, and Immediately without a word, I knew I had been replaced. I wasn't his nursey anymore but she was his Lady, my heart utterly shattered so much my knees went weak and my breath staggered.

"You alright?" He asked noticing I was still here

"Yes. Sorry Doctor." I answered unable to hold back my tears as I quickly turned and ran up the stairs, I bolted through the hospital reaching the store room shutting the door leaning my back against it.

Tears flooded down my face, my breathing staggered and desperate between silent wails of pain, unable to control my emotions as my body sunk to the floor.

After a while I managed to stop crying I think I was so dehydrated I couldn't make any more tears, literally cried out. I left the hospital and went to the cat and bagpipes throwing away all of my money on enough drink to drown my sorrows but nothing seemed to work. So Once I was out of money I staggered back so drunk my inhibitions were utterly void, my shyness gone, and I was ripe for the wicked as anyone who wanted to, rob, murder, or take any advantage of me would find me utterly drunk off my ass unable to even walk straight. I found my way to the hospital eventually and went up to my door but I was unable to stop looking at the door next to my own tears flooding down my face In my drunken state I forced it open slamming it shut behind me to see Jack stood just getting undressed for bed his shirt in hand, his wardrobe open having stopped short given I just burst through his door.

"Uhh Hi y/n."

"You- You.... Imbolisle!" I slurred

"What have I done?" He asked very confused about what was happening

"You know what you did you absolute fudgewomble!"

"Fudge womble?" He laughed

"You! You... CUNT!"

"Are you drunk?"

"Don't change the subject!"

"Y/n what on earth is the matter you've been strange all week," he said taking my hand and trying to bring me closer but I pulled my hand out of his

"No! I'm not falling for it! No! I'm not doing this anymore! You! You utter monster! you carved open my heart! and left me to bleed! You keep me hanging on your little hand kisses and tiny touches for years! and no matter what I do, how hard I try you give me just enough to keep me hanging, enough to keep me your hopelessly devoted little slave girl!! and then here comes little miss fancy skirt and I'm as worthless as the shit on your shoes!"

"WHoa- whoa- okay." He said trying to calm me down "What's this about?"

"You know what it's about you cruel man!" I cried

"Y/n Please I swear I don't know what you're talking about, please just sit down and calm down a little" He said gently guiding me to sit on his bed "Now just answer my questions okay, without insulting me if you can" He said holding my hands as he sat in the chair across from the bed "Are you drunk?"

"Yes."

"Why did you get drunk?"

"I thought it would make me stop crying," I said tears slipping down

"Why are you crying?" he asked caressing my cheek and wiping away my tear

"Because I'm upset!"

"Alright, your upset." He nods "Please, tell me, Hey my little nursey. I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong."

In my drunken state, I said everything I had ever wanted to say to him tears flooding down my cheeks "I loved you."

"You what?" He asked

"I loved you. Fully. I loved you from the moment I saw you jack, my every waking moment I think of you, you are the very last thought in my mind before I go to sleep and the first when I wake up in the morning, I have built my life around you, what time you wake up, how you like your breakfast, how fast you walk, I have spent my life pining after you, worshiping you, doing everything you have ever asked of me all in the hope that one day you may give me a glance, for even that is enough to spoil me beyond measure, I spend three hours every night catching up on work because I know I can't ever say no to you, my dreams are full of you, my pillow is named for you, and I have spent the last few years of my life with you, so utterly in love that I could never stop even if you asked it of me, I live for the moments we are alone, for the seconds of time that your hand is in mine, and my heart dwells on your kisses for hours, I even find myself kissing where you have just for a hope of a taste of you, your name is carved on my heart jack, I am and always have been hopelessly devoted to you in every possible way, and if you felt even half of what I do for you, you would not be so cruel as to hold her so close to you, to call her lovelingly when I am there. Please. I beg of you. Do not let me see it, for it rips my heart in two. and if you cared for me you would give me mercy and take me from this world rather than expect me to live in it without you." I explained through my tears "I will not stand in the way of your joy, but I cannot face seeing her where I have always desired to be"

My words had frozen him but I saw tears well up in his eyes, he held my face and gently kissed me.

I wanted to be happy but I knew this was only meery pity.

He pulled back his nose against my own "I have desired you to be in my arms since the first night I saw you, I have made myself utterly dependent on you, in every way, for in my heart I know I cannot fashion a life without you in it, you are everything to me, without you I am nothing but a shell of a man, you are the grace that keeps me grounded, the softness that reminds me of the sweetness of the world, you are the ray of sunshine first to peak though the storm of my life, without you, I am lost to the dark. you take care of me, you keep me right, and you make this life worth living, You are so needed that I can't go a single day without seeing you for if I do my heart feels weak and heavy. I adore you, I can't face this world without you by my side, you are... utterly incomparable to all else I have ever known."

"All but her."

"No. Please believe me." he begged "She could never fill the hole you would leave in my heart." he whispered, "I love you, hopelessly"

"Why have you never told me?"

"I couldn't believe that a sweet thing like you, could love a monster like me."

"you're not a monster Jack."

"I am. I have treated you awfully. I swear to you she means nothing to me, I have made you long for the next life. I have broken your heart. and like choosing to step on the first fresh flower of spring, it is unforgivable."

"But I saw you together."

"I was teaching her. I had to show her but even still I got too close. And for that I am sorry."

"I heard you call her Milady,"

"she's the goveners daughter I have to" He giggled "It was in jest. not in love."

"Well now I'm foolish for drinking away and coming here and-"

"I am so thankful you came here tonight." He whispered "Will you ever forgive me? for what I did."

"You're already forgiven" I smiled

"Stay with me tonight."

"I-I can't"

"Please. I can't bear for you to go."

"I will stay Jack." I nodded unable to control my smile "For how long?"

"For forever." He whispered against my lips

"for forever" I smiled kissing him with all the passion, all the love, all the utter hopeless devotion I had had for him since the first day I met him and he did the same not letting anything be held back the taste of salt in our kisses from our tears, "I love you jack, Hopelessly"

"I love you y/n hopelessly" He smiled "Come on we need to get some sleep, god knows the hangover you'll have tomorrow morning."

"Ohh noo" I whined

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you" He reassured kissing my head "I'll fetch your nightie" he smiled heading out and soon enough returning with my nightie from my bedroom, I smiled taking it and going to the corner to change but as I removed my dress I felt his arms around me and kisses on my shoulder

"You shouldn't look." I said

"I can't help it- you are even more beautiful than I had dreamed you were," he whispered

"You had dreamed of me? without my dress?"

"Many times." He smiled wickedly "Did you dream of me? without my clothes?"

"I had."

"Come on nursey. Bedtime." He cooed going to his bed

I finished getting changed and turned to see him in bed with a space for me I blushed but rushed over about to climb in but he stopped me

"Water. or you will have a bad hangover."

"You know from experience?"

"I do. go on." He said

I did as he asked drinking a nice glass of water and slowly I climbed in with him laying down with a giggle

"What?"

"I'm used to cuddling my pillow."

"Me too. funny to think we laid cuddling our pillows with just a wall between us" he chuckled wrapping his arms around me to pull me closer so our noses were an inch from each other I giggled a little and set my hands on his chest

"We were rather foolish, spending our nights dreaming of each other"

"We were. But I don't need to dream of you in my arms any longer"

"me either." I smiled giving him a soft kiss before we both drifted away, I didn't dream I didn't need to, just the feeling of being in his arms was more of a dream than anything I could have imagined.

But I woke up alone, which for a moment shattered me believing it all to be a dream, my head aching "Ughhhh ow ow ow" I whined as I turned over

"I know I'm coming-" His voice spoke up, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Jack standing cooking up some eggs and bacon half dressed no shirt but his pants with his suspenders left hanging

"Ohh... Morning-"

"Good morning." He smiled "You have a hangover?"

"Ummm humm" I nodded

"How bad?"

"Did you remove my brain last night?"

"No."

"Then I think it's bad."

"You were absolutely bloody plastered last night"

"I was sad."

"I know, Am I to expect that often then?"

"No."

"Good," he smiled "Here we are my little nursey, best thing for a hangover" he smiled sitting the plate on the table by the bed and kissing my temple

"I should get going..."

"Why?" he asks sitting on the bed with me

"I figured you'd want me gone" I said sitting up even if it made my head feel like it was bleeding

He smiled and gave my lips a sweet kiss "I thought you were staying here for forever?"

“I take it there are gaps in the memory of last night?”

“I'm not completely sure where reality ends and my dreams begin”

“I can't blame you, I was stone-cold sober and I'm having a hard time separating my dreams from reality last night.” he chucked where do you think the line is?”

“I think I came here and insulted you then I dreamt the rest?”

“No, we were awake a while more than that”

“Ohh. So I did actually tell you -”

“You did.”

“And you told me-”

“I did.”

“Oh my-”

“It's hard because it felt so much like a dream” he smiled he stroked my cheek before he moved into a kiss our kiss was passionate and rather excited and I teared up to know all of it was real and that he loved me as much as I do. Our kiss got even more excitable as he began to push forcing me down in the bed but that sudden movement was enough to affect my hangover

“Owwwwww” I whined lying on the pillow

“Oh, right. Sorry” he chuckled “you're not working today, keep yourself here with me and get some rest”

“What about you? You need to work?”

“Sneed can handle it for one day” he smiled “Just till you're feeling better. I can't leave my little nursey all alone”

“Thank you, Jack”

“You're welcome” he smiled “and… you're really cute when you're jealous”

“I am?”

“Utterly adorable” he cooed “Now eat. Drink. And rest,” he says

“I will I promise”

“Good girl” he smiled moving clean against the wall and having his legs over mine I smiled moving so I could see him and he held my hand “I get why I hear your bedsprings all the time. You little one are a wiggler” he laughed “I tried to hold you close all night but you just kept wiggling away from me”

“Sorry”

“It's fine, I'll get used to you” he chuckled “Can I tell you a secret?”

“I'd like that”

“... There is a reason I'm always late, days you come do my breakfast.”

“Oh? Why?”

“I'm always late because I can't resist seeing you in your nightie.”

“Why does that make you late?’ I asked he smirked and simply glanced down to his trousers suggestively “oohhh-”

“Yeah. Especially the other day when you almost took your nightie off for me?”

“I did notice you were very late that day”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I didn't question it.” I giggled at the thought of Jack lying in his bed taking care of himself because of me “Can I tell you a secret?’

“I'd like that”

“I didn't spill my drink that day”

“No?”

“No”

“So why was your nightie wet? And why was your bed squeaking so much?’

“The same reason you were late”

“Ooh- really?”

“Humm” I nodded

“So that morning before I knocked I sat listening to you?”

“Yes”

“Fuck-” he gasped “I thought I heard my name. Did you hear yours?”

“No, I was quick getting dressed’

“Shame. Maybe next time as well be in my bed together we can just, take care of each other” he smirked “Would you like that my little nursey?”

“I would very much”

“Good, you must move around a lot then because seriously your bed was boarder line constantly making noise”

“I was- I can't -”

“What no tell me.”

“I was riding my pillow”

“You what?’

‘you heard “

“Riding your pillow? As in pillow on the bed, you are on top?” He asked and I nodded “Imagining it was me?”

“Yes” I blushed hiding under the covers a little

“That's adorable” he smirked ‘and a coincidence”

“How?”

“After you left. I laid on my back imagining you riding me. Maybe our dreams are synchronizing” he smiled leaning down to give my lips a sweet kiss moving to look over me as we kissed till he pulled back a bit

“How did you do it?’

“Do what?’

“I was riding my pillow” I giggled innocently

“Oh, just my hand.” He shrugged “I always use my hand I don't have any things to ride on or use like that” he smirked moving a little so his knees were on either side of me “But if you show me, I'll be happy to show you too” he smirked kissing down my jaw and neck

“Uhhh! Jack!” I gasped as I felt his kisses grabbing his hair

“Uhhh- y/n!” He moaned back ripping the covers from my hands “ohh fuck-” he groans looking at me in my nightie

“Owww” I whined as his kisses made he throw back my head which hurt

“Well continue this later. When you feel better” he smiled giving my lips a kiss “That okay?”

“Okay Jack” I smiled giving him a. Kiss “I love you”

“I love you too”

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

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Could that be enough?

Jack dawkins x f!asexual!reader

summery: you're asexual and decide it's time to have the talk with jack

Warnings!: suggestive/sexual topics but only talked about, human body reaction

Hurt/comfort

A/N: this is for the ace representation I myself need in media/fanfiction so I'm doing it myself. If you want this or similar stories with other characters in my list I'm happy to take in every asexual reader request :)

You were both cuddled up on the small bed in jacks room. It was dark except for the candle flickering on the bedside table. Your head lay on his chest and you could hear his constant heartbeat. Your head moved slightly up and down throught his slow breaths. Your arm lazily draped across his waist. He held you softly against him by the hip. Your legs were tangled together.

He kissed your temple and you looked up at him with love in your eyes. "Can I stay for the night?" You whispered.

" 'course. I'm not gonna let you wander home alone in the dark now. I need to stand up early though." He replied softly with a grin.

"Hm. That's alright." You hummed contently and absenently let your hand caress his bare waist. His shirt and waistcoat already taken off for the sake of sleeping.

"You comfy?" He chuckled, which made his chest vibrate.

"Very." You grinned as you snuggled your head demonstratively into his chest.

He smiled at the adorable sight and pulled your head up to his so he could give you a peck on the lips. He caressed your cheek with his thumb. His hair fell messily across his forehead as he looked at you with those big brown eyes. You stroke his hair back gently. He grinned at that action and leaned in to kiss you again. "You're adorable."

"You too jack. You have puppy dog eyes." You giggled.

He chuckled. His eyes switching from your eye to eye and down to your mouth as if to take in every little detail. "I love you" he whispered. His expression now serious. He was suddenly overcome with emotion. You looked so precious in his arms and he felt the strong need to squeeze you thigher to him.

He pulled you subconciously a bit closer and pressed his lips to yours again. It was sweet and slow but jack put a little bit more force into it after a moment. Wanting to be as close to you as possible.

When you both pulled away to breath you had the chance to respond. "I love you too." You breathed out.

He didn't miss a beat to kiss you again. You were partly laying on top of him now and he held you by the waist. The other hand on your cheek.

As his kisses got more passionate you felt something against your leg. You didn't know much about those matters but you knew the basics. And you knew what that meant.

It was poking into your thigh slightly as your leg lay between his. You tried not to let it bother you but you couldn't help but worry.

"We can't be too loud. The hospital will hear." He heaved breaths but there was a smirk on his face.

Contrary to you as your expression fell completely. You froze up and almost unnoticably moved a bit away from him. When he tried to pull you down for a kiss again but you were unresponding he realised something was wrong.

A frown appeared on his face. "Love? W-what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He turned your face to him so he could inspect you and look for any sign what could be wrong. A confused but concerned look on his face.

You didn't know how to respond but you moved your leg away from his. "Jack I..."

His attention was brought down to your leg and his frown eased in realisation. He looked up to your eyes again.

"Oh does that make you uncomfortable...? I didn't think about how it could bother you." He supressed the urge to pull you closer again and gave you a bit space on your side of the bed. He pulled himself up against the headboard to have a good look at you.

"Because the women you had before me were there for that?" You said softly. A smile twitched at the corner of your mouth through the serious facade.

He grinned and lowered his head in shame. "Yeah I guess." Usually he didn't feel any regret whatsoever for his sexual life but to tell you this, while you were sitting next to him so innocently, filled him with shame. As if he betrayed you by doing this even thought he didn't even know you back then. "Does it make you uncomfortable?" He asked again hesitantely.

"Yeah. I mean- your body doesn't bother me but you said you...uh" you tried to explain.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. We don't have to right now. That's fine." He said calmly.

You sighed. "Jack I- I need to tell you something." There was a small pause. "I don't want to have...intercourse with you."

He blinked. "Oh that's alright love. We can take it easy. I can show you slowly. Or wait til marriage if that's what you wish. I do not intend to pressure you in any way."

You shook your head and let it fall back against the wall in frustration. "No that's not what I meant. I don't want it ever. At all." You pressed the words out painfully.

Jack blinked and swallowed nervously. You could see that it hurt him. It stung him in the heart.

"But- is it because I cannot give you the life you deserve? Don't you love me in that way?" He asked almost defensively.

You couldn't watch this. You took his hand in yours and squeezed it lightly. "No. No. Jack this has nothing to do with you. I don't want it with anyone."

"Then why? I don't understand. Is this something medical? Shall I take a look?" His doctor mode turned on as he was now concerned for your health.

"This is not medical jack. I don't feel the same way you do. I don't have the urge to want it. I think it would feel horrible."

He came closer again. Holding your cheek in his palm. "Horrible? It's not horrible. You have a completely false picture of it. I'll show you. Just trust me. I don't know what you've been throught to think that sex would be horrible but I'll prove you wrong."

You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head slightly in the palm of his hand. "No jack. I don't want it ever. I really don't. You can't change that. I'm sorry."

Slowly he seemed to realise that you really meant what you were saying. "Okay. It's alright you have nothing to be sorry about. Just- why would it feel horrible to you?"

"A foreign...thing would be inside of my body. I'd want to push it out."

"But it's not foreign. It's just me." Jack tried to understand you. But it was hard. It felt like you had just rejected him. You would push him away. You wouldn't want him.

Your eyes moisted and as he noticed he was desperate to stop making you sad but he needed answers.

"It's alright darlin'. I'm just trying to understand." He caressed your cheek with his thumb. "So we'll never have sex?" He whispered eventually.

You nodded.

"Do you even like me then? Do you like to touch?" His eyes scanned your eyes. His face so close to yours.

"Of course I do. I love you. I love you so much I think I can't live without you anymore. Everytime I see you I think my heart might burst. I like touching you. I like to feel you near me. I feel so much for you. I can touch you in any way you'd want. We just don't feel the same way about it. I don't feel anything...sexual. I'm not even sure how that feels for you." You blinked as you tried to hold the tears in.

He smiled and nodded, a little bit relieved. Maybe you didn't feel the same thing, but it made you happy to touch each other regardless.

“That’s okay. I enjoy it a lot too… we can continue with that… and I won’t press the subject. I’ll respect your wishes and I won’t push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You were so relieved by his response you immediately grapped his face and gave his cheek a kiss. "Thank you. I was so worried." A tear now escaped your eye.

He wiped the tear away with his thumb. A sad smile on his face. "Oh love I'm sorry. I should've reacted better. It's really difficult for me to understand but that's alright."

"Won't you miss out?"

“How can I miss out on somethin' that would hurt you? If it causes you pain, or any discomfort, then how could that be somethin' I enjoy? I would never be able to enjoy anythin' sexual if I knew it was causing you pain or sadness. And that is somethin' that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself for. I would always know that you’re in pain… that you’re doing something to make me happy… and that would make me sad. I will miss it… I won’t lie to you, and I won’t try to hide that. Yes, I will miss it because that’s what I am used to. But I want you above that. We’ll manage.”

"We'll manage" you sniffled and he pulled you into his chest. "Promise you'll talk to me if it bothers you. That you can't have it?"

"I will." He whispered. There was a calming moment of silence. Only small sniffles were heard. "Does it bother you when my body reacts to you?" Jack asked quietly.

You hesitated. "Does it mean you want to have intercourse...?"

"Did you think that all this time?" Jack asked incredilous.

"Yes? Don't you get, you know, ready for it when you do that..."

Jack couldn't help but chuckle. "I uh- well yes. But it doesn't always mean that I want to have sex with you. It can. But it happens a lot too without me wanting to. Sometimes it just shows how much you mean to me that my body is reacting that way."

You smiled into his chest. "Oh...okay I didn't realise that."

"So it doesn't bother you?" He grinned.

"No. Then I suppose it is rather nice to know you appriciate me."

"That I do. Very much. This won't change anything between us. You don't need to worry. I can't believe you had to hide this the whole time." He pushed his messy hair back.

"Thank you."

#jack dawkins x reader #Asexual!reader #asexual #Asexual fanfiction #The artful doger #jack dawkins #tbs imagine #acespec #asexual reader #asexual representation #dr jack dawkins

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sweetbuckybarnes · 3 months

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Wake Up, Belle

Pairings: Jack “Artful Dodger” Dawkins + Lady Belle Fox

Summary: What if Belle woke up on the table?

Jack and Sneed had just finished sewing up Belle’s chest, Jack only had time to drop the tools in his hands haphazardly onto the nearby table, before he was cupping her face, bloody fingers leaving red fingerprints on her cheeks.

“Wake up, Belle,” Jack begged, his eyes roaming her face as he is thumb came to rest on the feel of her heartbeat on the side of her neck. Her heart was beating! So why wasn’t she waking up? “Please, wake up, Belle!”

Gaines came around the table gun in one hand, and wrapped his hand around Jack’s upper arm. “Alright, time to go.”

“No, leave me. Belle, wake up,” he didn’t want to slap her awake - she was a lady after all - but if it’s what wakes her up, he’d do it.

Just as Gaines dragged him off Belle’s body, she took in a sudden deep breath, and her eyes cracked open as she caught her breath.

“Oh darling,” Lady Jane pushed herself around to Jack’s side of the table and blocked her daughter’s view of the surgeon. “Oh, my darling!”

“Jack,” Belle called, reaching her hand past her mother and to the man she loves. Lady Jane took hold of her daughter’s hand, who was quick to shake her off. “Jack.”

He peered over her mother’s shoulder, tears of relief filling his eyes. “Welcome back, Lady Belle.”

“Jack,” she reached her hand over for him to take, but pulled her hand away from her mother’s grip once again. “No, I want Jack.”

“Dearest-“

“You didn’t believe me when I told you I had an aortic aneurysm, you tried to tell me I was wrong, but I was right,” she stared her mother down, reaching her hand out for a third time for Jack to take - even with his hands covered in her blood - he took it. “Jack was the only one who believed me.”

Lady Jane stumbled over her words trying to find the right ones which would separate her daughter from the twisted surgeon for good. However, it was Captain Gaines who spoke up. “My lady, he is a criminal and a thief, he will be hung from the gallows in the morning.”

Belle looked up at Jack, whose face had paled - he had saved the love of his life’s life and now he was condemned to death. She turned her head to look at her father. “Papa, will you pardon Jack, please?”

“Belle, my sweet,” the Governor started, looking at his wife (with her eyes, she was telling him to say no), Gaines (who was silently wanting him to allow him to hand Jack Dawkins), then to the man himself - the young man who he presumed to be a few years older than Belle, was as white as a sheet, staring down at Belle both scared for his life and a look of adoration. Then he turns his eyes on Belle, his little girl (despite being the age of 25), as she looks up at him from the theatre table where just five minutes ago was battling with herself to stay alive, she looks over at Jack with the same adoring eyes, and then up at her father. “Do you love him?”

Belle looked back over at Jack, staring up at his face, framed by his dark hair and dark eyes swimming with tears. In the throes of pain, before she was given the ether, she remembers Jack telling her that he loves her.

“I do. I love him.”

“Then he shall be pardoned, and on the Prof’s retirement, shall be made Head Surgeon,” the Governor declares, watching as his daughter’s face lit up, turning her head to look up at Jack and raise a hand to cup his face.

Jack’s face flooded with relief, leaning down so he could press his forehead against Belle’s then nudging his nose along hers.

“I knew you could do it,” Belle tells him, obviously referring to her surgery.

“Edmund, dearest,” his wife comes around the table, digging her fingernails into his arm. “I thought Dr. Sneed was going to be Head Surgeon.”

The Governor looked over at the other surgeon in the room, who was looking at Jack with what could be considered pride. “Dr Dawkins just saved our daughter’s life, we are very lucky to have him as our surgeon in Port Victory.”

Jack hadn’t taken his eyes off Belle, “I’ll be back in a moment, I need to go clean up,” he motioned to his hands covered in her blood, whilst remembering about the spare shirt he keeps in his office.

“Jack,” Belle says, wrapping her hands around a little bit tighter.

“Lady Fanny, will you keep your sister company while I clean up?” Jack asks the youngest Fox daughter.

Fanny nods, hurrying as fast as her skirt would allow her. “Of course, Dr. Dawkins,” she took her sister’s hand, as Jack leaned down and pressed a slightly scandalous kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be back in a moment, my lady.”

Belle watched, as she tipped her head until she lost sight of him, as Jack made his way to the bowls and cleaned himself up.

“Belle, do you truly love him?” Fanny asked, looking down at her sister in awe and curiosity.

“Yes, I don’t think I could ever stop loving him.”

Belle didn’t pay her mother any kind of attention until Lady Jane made an unladylike noise. “Belle, it is improper from someone of your station to be associated with him. Society will turn its back on you.”

Belle glanced over at her mother. “Don’t you know, mother?” She looks at her. “I am society.”

#dodgerfox #the artful dodger #jack and belle #jack x belle #belle and jack #belle x jack #jack dawkins #lady belle fox #the governor #lady Jane fox #lady Fanny fox #Captain Gaines #rainsford sneed

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autistic-ben-tennyson · 1 month

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When you see a great essay defending the prequel Jedi from bad faith criticism and treats Anakin as the baby killing, wife beating fascist he is.

Then you see that the OP is a conservative Christian, Zionist, transphobic etc.

Like how do you make great posts about fascism and genocide for a fantasy series then support fascism irl? Bonus points if they claim people who don’t like the Jedi are atheists projecting their trauma from Catholicism onto the Jedi and act as if Buddhism or any non Christian religion has never been weaponized for evil which they have which does not make them bad btw. Like guys, I know we all hate the bad faith criticism of the Jedi, but you could be a bit more sensitive to people who do have trauma. Religions including the ones tumblr progressives romanticize can have overlap in their beliefs and practices. This isn’t the 2000s anymore and many atheists aren’t like the Dawkins “new atheist” Redditor types and are aware that not all religions are American evangelicalism. I’m an atheist and I like the prequel Jedi and agree with their philosophy on being mindful and not treating people as objects. Ironically, many Anakin apologists are right wing Christians who hate the Jedi for not conforming to trad nuclear family dynamics. I love my wholesome space wizards but I don’t like some of the fans who ironically are not very Jedi like by dog piling anyone with different perspectives or hold prejudice towards certain people when that’s not how a Jedi acts.

@apostate-in-an-alcove

#star wars #jedi positivity #pro jedi #ex religious #ex christian #vent post #this is about #beginnerblueglass #Smhalltheurlsaretaken #tarisilmarwen #call out post

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tybaltsjuliet · 12 days

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“Every man’s his own friend, my dear,” replied Fagin, with his most insinuating grin. “He hasn’t as good a one as himself anywhere.” “Except sometimes,” replied Morris Bolter, assuming the air of a man of the world. “Some people are nobody’s enemies but their own, yer know.”

i have the sense that noah claypole, alias bolter, would have a thriving career as an extremely toxic podcaster in this century.

“To think of Jack Dawkins—lummy Jack—the Dodger—the Artful Dodger—going abroad for a common twopenny-halfpenny sneeze-box! I never thought he’d a done it under a gold watch, chain, and seals, at the lowest. Oh, why didn’t he rob some rich old gentleman of all his walables, and go out as a gentleman, and not like a common prig, without no honour nor glory!”

honestly, probably the best deterrent from a life of crime put forward in the whole novel. as dick turpin once put it, “that’s not glamorous, that’s lame!”

“Wot department has he got, Fagin?” inquired Master Bates, surveying Noah’s lank form with much disgust. “The cutting away when there’s anything wrong, and the eating all the wittles when there’s everything right; is that his branch?” “Never mind,” retorted Mr. Bolter; “and don’t yer take liberties with yer superiors, little boy, or yer’ll find yerself in the wrong shop.” Master Bates laughed so vehemently at this magnificent threat, that it was some time before Fagin could interpose.

this is almost, but not quite, as good as that time noah got the shit beat out of him by a nine-year-old.

#the parish boy’s progress #;oliver twist.#;they who call the whole world brother.

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femsolid · 2 years

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“The trope of the oppressed Muslim woman was readily identifiable in a recent controversy involving renowned evolutionary biologist and spokesperson for the atheist movement, Richard Dawkins and feminist atheist blogger, Rebecca Watson, author of the Skepchick blog.

Now dubbed ‘elevatorgate’, the controversy erupted over an incident which took place at an atheist conference in Dublin, Ireland, which Watson describes in her video blog. As Watson relates, at four o’clock in the morning after postconference drinks at a hotel bar, she took the elevator to go back to her room, during which time she was sexually propositioned by a fellow (male) conference attendee. This, for Watson, demonstrated the point she had made earlier in her conference panel that sexualisation of women by men in the atheist community is a problem as a form of unacknowledged sexism. She also implied that being trapped in a confined space (an elevator) by a drunken delegate making sexual overtures placed her in an uncomfortable zone of sexual vulnerability. Watson was clearly using this incident as an illustration of her argument that male-dominated institutions such as the atheist movement tend to reproduce unequal gender relations through placing value on female members’ sexual, rather than intellectual, capacities. This video blog, in which she advises men not to behave in this manner (as Watson herself put it: ‘Guys, don’t do that,’) sparked an internet war notable for Richard Dawkins’s infamous response in a facetious letter written to a fictitious character called ‘Muslima’. We reproduce the Dawkins letter in full, as it appears on Watson’s blog, here:

Dear Muslima

Stop whining, will you. Yes, yes, I know you had your genitals mutilated with a razor blade, and ... yawn ... don’t tell me yet again, I know you aren’t allowed to drive a car, and you can’t leave the house without a male relative, and your husband is allowed to beat you, and you’ll be stoned to death if you commit adultery. But stop whining, will you. Think of the suffering your poor American sisters have to put up with. Only this week I heard of one, she calls herself Skep“chick”, and do you know what happened to her? A man in a hotel elevator invited her back to his room for coffee. I am not exaggerating. He really did. He invited her back to his room for coffee. Of course she said no, and of course he didn’t lay a finger on her, but even so ... And you, Muslima, think you have misogyny to complain about! For goodness sake grow up, or at least grow a thicker skin.

Richard.

In an astonishing rhetorical feat, Dawkins’ figuration of ‘the Muslim woman’ manages to construct more than one ‘other’ against which rational (white) man defines himself; it is illustrative of Orientalist stereotyping which homogenises Muslim women’s experiences and it produces the unsavoury character of the ‘whining’ Western feminist. This characterisation is consistent with neoliberal ‘postfeminist’ assumptions that Western feminists are anachronistic because gender equality has already been achieved. Dawkins presents a liberal conception of ‘freedom’ – what this volume calls a ‘freedom fallacy’ – embedded in colonial discourse that produces the Muslim woman’s body as the inscriptive surface of degeneracy, to refocus our attention on the ways in which white, Western female bodies inhabit (or indeed abuse) freedoms made available to them through the passage of secular time.

Muslim women are viewed as needing feminism more than Western women and serve as convenient Dawkins-style tropes for the deflection of feminist criticism. The ‘mutilated’ Muslim body in particular is an especially arresting image against which the legitimate concerns of non-Muslim feminists can be disregarded as the complaints of ‘killjoys’. In the rhetoric of the ‘elevatorgate’ persuasion, the feminist killjoy is dismissed as irrational and annoying for failing to agree to the happy state of gender relations in the West.”

- Entitled to Be Free: exposing the limits of choice by Shakira Hussein and Camille Nurka

#quote #muslim women #freedom fallacy #mp #arw

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wildwren · 4 months

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insanity deepening. jack dawkins rapidly approaching man of all time levels. probably never beating the blonde man lover allegations now huh

#need his gender injected straight into my veins top hat and all #the artful dodger

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 3 months

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Clumsy girl.

Request: Fluff, Fluffy Fluff Fluff please. Jack Dawkins and reader, she's a clumsy lady from town who is friends with Hetty. Belle is still in it but they don't have a relationship. Jack secretly likes reader. You can choose the storyline etc.

"Oh y/n what have you done this time?" Hetty asks as you walk up to her.

"What do you mean, I'm perfectly well." You say, words slightly slurred. Hetty reached up to your head, pushing back your hair to look at the wound.

"y/n?" She sighs. You smile at her and shrug, "come on." She takes your shoulder and leads you further into the hospital. Before she could get you to the ward you see Jack jumping down the back staircase, from the doctor's residency rooms.

"Oh good afternoon y/n. Look at your head. Come upstairs." He takes your arm from Hetty, "Thank you nurse." He says to his long time friend.

"umm excuse me you can't just take patients up there." A very posh and very annoyed voice calls over to you both.

"No worries Lady Belle. She is a friend. We shan't be a moment." Jack sarcastically grinned at the blonde woman and continued walking.

"Who is that?" You ask.

"The Governor's daughter, fancies herself a surgeon. Sneed let's her waltz around cause he wants to bed her." He laughed.

"ha, always trying to get one over, isn't he." You say as Jack leads you into his bedroom. You sit down on the end of the bed and Jack darts to his table where he grabs some cloths and bandages. He sits beside you, one leg folded below him.

"What happened this time, y/n?" He asks as he takes a better look at your head wound.

"Oh, you know me, I tripped, the table was I'm sure two feet to the left." You say. Jack looks down at you, concern painted across his eyes.

"y/n, you're not yourself. Lay down." He stands and guides you by the shoulders to the pillow.

"Jack if you wanted me in your bed all you have to do is ask." You say, eyes feeling heavy.

"Alright, you just lay back and rest I'll stitch this up for you okay." His voice is hardly higher than a whisper. The comfort of his feather pillows draws you to sleep.

When at last you stir and open your eyes you see Jack close by sitting in a wooden dining chair, his feet propped up on the end of the bed beside him Hetty stands, a hand on her hip and one fiddling with her apron. You stayed still to listen to them.

"I do worry about her. Could there be something worse happening?" The nurse and your long time friend asked him.

"I don't know, when she's here we never see her fall or stumble." Jack narrowed his lips and clenched his jaw.

"You think, she only has her father at home." Hetty explained. The pair fell silent and Hetty leaves the room.

"I know you're awake, y/n." Jack pulls his legs back and leans forward.

"How?" You ask opening your eyes.

"your breathing changed." He grinned.

"Doctor Dawkins, please don't think bad of my father, I really am clumsy." You say.

"Yes well, unfortunately for.him, I have decided that he can't have you back. I want you to stay here." Jack moved so he was crouching in front of you.

"For how long?" You ask. Jack helps you to sit up in the bed.

"Well actually, indefinitely." He explains. Panic makes your heart beat rapidly inside your chest.

"No, I can't do that. He needs...I couldn't..." you start to push the sheets back to get out of bed but Jack takes your hands.

"y/n, you have...what if I... I'd very much like you to be here." Jack struggles to find the words.

"It's okay, Doctor I really have no skills to help in the hospital so I could never pay for the health care." You protest once again pushing yourself off the bed.

"No, you don't understand." Jack stands, a hand on his hip and the other rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not very good at this at all. I don't want you to stay here as a patient." He tries again.

"Then as what? A servant? I'm a good cook-"

"No!" He cuts you off, "Not as a servant as my...well as my wife." He finally says, dropping his chin to his chest. You stop and stand still looking up to him. You couldn't describe the feeling that shuddered throughout your body.

"Why...but we don't, I mean you have not..." It was your turn to lose the ability to speak. Jack took two large steps toward you and took your hands in his.

"I have liked you since the moment I first saw you, but I never thought you'd feel the same for me. I figured you'd have a long list of suitors but I can't do this anymore, y/n. I can't keep seeing you come in here bruised and battered by some old man who doesn't treat you exactly how you should be."

Unsure how to reply you slip back onto the bed trying to work out what he was saying. Jack crouched in front of you.

"I have no money and nothing to offer you but this room, and a husband who would love you." He says.

"You love me?" You ask with a smile. Jack lets out a single laugh

"I've been trying to find a way of telling you for a long time." He smiles.

"Well, we will need some things in here, a woman's touch and it could look quite lovely." You say looking around yourself.

"Is, is that a yes?" Jack asks.

"Yes Jack, I'll marry you."

#jack dawkins and belle #jack dawkins x y/n #jack dawkins x reader #jack dawkins #the artful dodger x reader

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the-fiction-witch · 4 months

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Just Breathe With Me

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet as Sugar!

Requested Can you please do a Jack Dawkins x reader who has a panic attack? ( comfort/fluff no smut ) wait omg plz do 🙏 only if you're comfortable of course

Warnings: Panic Attack In great detail! Please be careful!

I opened my eyes and was forced into this world, for a few brief seconds I enjoyed my peace until the chaos ensued.

Olivia cried in her crib, her little body in her baby clothes stood up in her crib, her hands on the top of the bars as she shook them, her face red and her eyes squeezed tight with tears streaming down her face.

Luna screamed on her bed, wearing her little white nightie, she jumped up and down on her bed screaming at Martin, as he tried to take her teddy.

Martin shouted as he was took all the various teddies and toys to steal for himself, half-dressed but nothing more than his socks and trousers.

Lucas hits his stick on various things in the house, not dressed at all so he runs around naked, each hit makes a loud bang.

He even knocks off a vase causing it to smash and sending broken pieces all over the floor.

I forced myself up out of bed, my body exhausted but I had little choice but to get up and function. I quickly cleaned up the broken vase and just got on.

I briefly became an octopus or I wish I had, as I managed to cook breakfast, get each of my siblings washed, dressed, hair brushed and presentable, get myself dressed, changed Olivia, quelled four arguments and made the beds Before we even hit the top of the hour. I felt faint but Ignored it and pushed on.

And right on time once every job was done, my mother trudged down the staircase from her bedroom upstairs in her nightie, her hair matted and messy, her whole body stank of whiskey, she sat herself in the chair and snapped her fingers.

The snap caused my heart to jump from my chest to my throat, beating rapidly, I hated myself but I handed over her spirit bottle.

She immediately took an intense swig of it, and the first words out of her mouth were harsh and bitter,

"Where's my vase?"

"Lucas broke it this morning," I told her,

"Find a replacement today."

"Yes Mother," I nodded,

"And we are out of food."

"Yes, Mother I will get food at the market."

"and I need more drink."

"Yes, Mother I will get some,"

"They'll be late for the schoolhouse."

"I know, I'm just taking them." I nodded, "Come everyone school time." I told them to sort them all out with their books and what little lunch I could give them and got them all out the door on time,

"You won't see me later, I'm going out."

"Yes Mother," I sighed "Perhaps not too late-"

"Dont. Say a word." She demanded,

I nodded and just got going into town.

Of course, the town was bustling with the commotion of carriages, horses, carts and people all going about their business. I did my best with Olivia on my hip to make sure everyone else behaved and avoided getting hurt, having to juggle the three of them to the schoolhouse. a twisting in my stomach but I didn't have time to dwell on it,

As soon as they were in the school house I had to scamper my way across town to drop Olivia off at her nursery, then before I had much time I had to get myself to my work in the local tailor pushing open the door and heading in grabbing my apron as I went catching my short breath.

"You're late again!" He snapped,

"Sorry Mr Ashworth, I had to drop my siblings off," I said quickly sitting at my old rickety sewing machine almost fifteen years old this machine but still I had to use it every day to do hems and repairs, the pile as tall as me beside my table, having to go slow but not too slow or I'll never get finished, fast but not to fast as to damage the fabric, or catch my fingers, or break a needle, every time I had to rethread the machine with a new colour or type of thread for a different fabric or use I held my breath for a few seconds it took to change but every second counts and I can't afford delays. The longer the day went on I began to lose feeling in my fingertips, with tingling of pins and needles in my fingers and toes, but I pushed through even if it did mean I cut myself more often as without feeling I got dangerously close to my scissors and needles.

As soon as work was over I had to rush across town and pick up my siblings from the school house, I tried to keep them all in line as we headed to the market, and I got all the things we would need for the next few days while also batting at their hands to try and get them to settle and not steal things even if some things had to be paid for because someone ran off with them, all the while I kept feeling these flashes or heat, or chill but I don't have time to dwell on temperature.

Once I got all the food I took them home and left them to play dropping the groceries off too before I returned back to town to go looking for a replacement for my mother's vase, it was slim pickings but I managed to get one and haggle down the price to what little I had left for this month. I knew by now my legs were trembling, and my body felt like giving in but all I needed now was to pick Olivia up, go home, make dinner, do a round of baths and get everyone to bed. Ready to do all of it again tomorrow.

When a young boy ran past knocking into me sending me tumbling down to the ground the vase hitting the ground and smashing into a million little pieces.

"No... no... no no no no" I muttered trying to put it back together.

And the moment it smashed, I completely broke open.

Tears streamed down my face, as I cried hysterically, my breath short and shaky, my throat choking and tight with every breath, my mouth dry and sickly, my heart raced jumping in and out my chest, my fingers and toes numb, my head dizzy almost to faint, my every limb shook and sweated, my stomach churned and turned like a hurricane, I couldn't even think, or even begin to know where to start to fix myself.

"Oh my goodness, are you alright?" A voice asked but I couldn't pick up much about it I just was lost almost distant from my body as it went through this agony, "Come on, with me." He said helping me to my feet and leading me to a rear alley out of sight of others, he helped me to lean against the wall and began to speak to me his voice soothing, and with his every word I began to slowly feel like I was swimming like I was at sea, my body a boat and slowly I was swimming back to it. "Okay, it's okay, Just breathe. Just Breathe with me... Breath in." He asked and I did my best even if I felt so short and so breathless, "And out." He asked so I did as he asked between my tears, "Okay, Just follow me just breathe with me, In... and out." He reassured He walked me through each breath he would make me inhale for five whole seconds, hold it for five more and then release for five seconds, he walked me through this for a good while until my breathlessness began to disappear, and between my tearful eyes my vision cleared and I saw him.

He was a young man, I wouldn't say much older than me, in brown trousers, a white shirt, a blue waistcoat, a green tie, a slightly purple jacket, and a hat, he had deep chocolate eyes and seemed to genuinely want to help me.

"There we go, That a little better?" he asked and I nodded even if I still couldn't stop, "Alright, I want you to do some things for me, alright? Can you do that for me?" he asked and I nodded, "Alright, I want you to tell me three things you can hear, doesn't matter what just focus on the sounds and repeat them back to me."

For a moment I couldn't hear anything my ears ringing and burning but I knew one thing I could hear and I forced it out "You're voice."

"My voice, That's perfect," He smiled, "You think you can do another one for me?"

I tried to listen to pour all my attention into my ears and I could hear "The Market Stalls,"

"You can hear the market? That's perfect, one more for me? One more thing?"

I listened closely trying hard to hear anything else "horseshoes,"

"Horseshoes, Excellent, what do you think they're from?"

"A carriage maybe?"

"Yeah I think so too," he chuckled, "You able to tell me your name?"

"Y/n."

"Y/n, That's a very lovely name." He smiled, "I'm Jack. You feel a little better?" he asked and I nodded "Good, That's very good. Just slow down, keep breathing for me, just stay here and stay still a moment."

"I can't I need to-"

"The only thing you need to do right now is to get better. Trust me I'm a doctor. You're strung out to the limit and in the middle of a panic attack. Whatever it is I'm sure it can wait a moment." he said, "Y/n I want you to tell me three things you can see, doesn't matter what any three things."

I was nervous and still struggling but slowly my symptoms began to slow and I noticed just how fuzzy my voice was from the tears and how tunnelled my vision was, "Uhhh I uhh I see you..."

"Good, that's good you see me," he said, "Anything else?"

"The uhhh the sky."

"You see the sky, that's perfect, it's a very nice afternoon. One more I know you can do it."

"The wall, for the bakery."

"That's perfect, the bakery wall. Can you imagine all the lovely cakes, and pasties, and fresh loaves in there?"

"I uhh I can." I nodded,

"Excellent, One more little thing y/n, I want you to tell me three things you feel okay?"

as he said it I noticed just how little I really noticed but with each thing I listed to him I became more aware and more into this world again,

"I, I feel the wall."

"How does it feel?"

"Cold, uhh stoney I suppose."

"Stoney?" he laughed, "what else?"

I slightly moved my feet feeling the dusty dirt around my boots slightly move to the side like sand as I did so, "I feel the dirt, as it pushes away."

"How does it feel against your boots?"

"Rough and small"

"That's good, one more for me, just one more."

As he asked it I felt almost normal, and I noticed "Your hand." I said, His hand graced mine his fingers on my wrist checking my pulse, the other on my neck but not harshly not as if attempting to harm me or threaten my throat but merely rested there as if he was monitoring my every gasp,

"How do my hands feel?"

"Uhh Warm,"

"Good."

"They feel rough," I blushed a little trying not to giggle while also trying to you know not insult the man who helped me,

He chuckled, "Yeah, Surgeon. Sorry about that." He chuckled,

"Does that mean they are dirty?"

"I mean... yeah probably, I'm sorry for that too."

"It's okay. I uhh Thank you."

"You're welcome," He smiled, "I saw you were struggling I thought you were having a heart attack and first but no, a panic attack, Do you get these a lot?"

"unfortunately yes."

"Alright, well. The best thing I can say is to try to manage your stress so it doesn't overflow, maybe slow down a little but those three sights, sounds, and feelings are really good it help calm and ground so use it when you can alright?"

"I uhh I will do my best."

"I assume you have a stressful life?"

"Understatement."

"If I let you go right now are you going to go straight back to the level of stress you were at?"

"I uhh... I am late from picking my sister up, and I need to get a new vase for my mother, and I need to get home and do dinner and get everyone to"

"Okay. Okay." he said stopping me, "I'm getting bloody anxious just listening to that,"

"Sorry-"

"It's alright, I was heading home anyway I can come give you a hand if you like?"

"No no, I couldn't-"

"It's no trouble, you need to relax a little if I can take something off your plate anything it'll help. In fact as your doctor at this moment I insist."

"Well okay, my mother insists I come home with a new vase."

"Okay, I can find a vase. anything particular?"

"No, just a vase."

"Okay." He nods,

"I uhh but I don't have any money left."

"You let me worry about that, it's on me." He smiled, "I'll meet you back here when I'm done." he smiled heading off back to the market,

I blushed but smiled and headed on my way picking up Olivia luckily she was asleep by now, and I returned to the alley where Jack already waited with a vase in hand.

"Did I do good?"

"It's beautiful. How'd you-"

"It's best not to ask questions." he winked, "Aww who's this little lady?"

"This is Olivia." I smiled letting him see her but not wake her,

"Aww, she's beautiful, your daughter?"

"Sister, well half-sister really... though I don't honestly know." I answered, "But thank you so much, I really need to get home now,"

"Alright, I'll walk with you, so long as you don't mind,"

"Ohh no of course not, thank you."

"It's alright no trouble, here you take this, and I'll take this little lady." He smiled handing me the vase and taking Olivia letting her sleep on his shoulder as we walked, by the time we got home I felt a rush of anxiety as the house was a tip and my siblings losing their minds from being home alone so long,

"Oh no no no."

"It's okay, don't worry. You take her and get her to bed. I'll take this lot and sit with them in the garden we can have a play around and get some energy out"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, it's no problem," he said,

"Alright, Okay everyone outside with Mr- uhh"

"Dr, Dawkins."

"Everyone out to the gardens with Dr Dawkins," I told them and of course, a chance to play outside was not passed up, he went out with them and I began work I put Olivia down to sleep in her cot and cleaned the house as best and putting the new vase on the shelf. Once done I sighed in relief and went out keeping the door open as I saw Jack helping my siblings, playing with them, playing a game of knights. Luna is a princess, Martian is a dragon and Lucas is a knight with Jack narrating them and helping them play.

I smiled and took a seat on the bench outside the front door taking a rare moment to... be at peace,

"You feel a bit better now?" He asked sitting beside me,

"Yes, thank you, Jack."

"you're very welcome. they're great, a lot of energy."

"Yeah well the get cooped up a lot."

"You know talking does wonders for anxiety." He smiled, "I'm not that sort of doctor but I'm happy to listen anyway?"

"I don't want to burden you, you've done enough."

"It's not a burden I want to help, and I admit I'm curious about you."

I chuckled a little, "Well, we live here all of us."

"All five of you?"

"Six my mother too."

"Ahh, your father?"

"Never met him."

"You said Olivia might be your half-sister, where's her father?"

"They all are my half-siblings, as far as I know. None of us have the same father, as far as I am aware. None of them have ever met them."

"I see. You're mother she a -"

"She was,"

"That explains that then."

"It does, yeah."

"Then... why are you looking after them?"

"Mother... likes to drink."

"Ohh."

"yeah."

"I see. So she just goes out and drinks all day? leaves you alone with them?"

"Pretty much, sometimes she's here just... hungover as all hell."

"So you do... everything I guess?"

"cook. clean. baths. bed. back and forth to school."

"I'm surprised you didn't crack sooner..."

"Well, sink or swim I guess."

"I suppose so, still school gives you some break time I guess."

"I wish, got to go to work while they're at school, and Olivia isn't old enough yet."

"Hold up- You work?"

"Yes."

"You have a job! on top of basically full-time caring for four kids?"

"Yes."

"what do you do?"

"Tailor's assistant in town, I run the old machine in the back doing alterations."

"Ohh my god- that's a tough busy job. You work quickly in there."

"We do, two days or less for your garment to impress he really likes that motto."

"I know, I got this repaired in like a day last time I got a rip in it," he said looking at his shirt,

"Yeah I think I remember it," I laughed looking at the familiar shirt, "Yeah, I was going fast the seam is crooked," I laughed

"Ohh? I never looked that closely at it." He laughed, "How many hours do you work?"

"Eight hours a day seven days a week."

"Holy- no wonder you're running yourself ragged. I'm a doctor and I don't work that much!"

"Well, I'm the only income coming in, got six mouths to feed."

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"I am."

"You are. That is insane, and the fact you do it with such grace. It's astonishing."

"Thank you," I blushed.

"If I may be so bold, If you need an extra pair of hands, and you do. I'm more than happy to come help."

"I couldn't ask you to do that,"

"You're not asking me, I'm asking you. You're only going to get worse unless you lighten your load, and all although panic attacks are best just ridden out... they can cause serious damage." He explained, "I want to help, even if its just little things. I can take one job off you a day, or take them for an hour and go play in the garden just, something to lighten your load a little."

"You'd really do that?"

"I would,"

"Why?"

"Becuase you need help, and as a doctor, I can't stop myself from helping those who need it. and right now... you need it more than anyone."

"Thank you Jack," I smiled leaning my head on his shoulder,

"You're welcome Y/n" He smiled, kissing my head. "Now, how about you look after them I'll get dinner on?"

"It's a deal."

"Good girl, What uhh... what am I cooking?"

"Soup,"

"Soup?"

"Yeah,"

"What kind of soup?"

"Leek soup."

"Just leek soup? you have any bread for it?"

"No."

"Okay, new plan you wait here and look after them I will get dinner as my treat."

"I can't ask you to-"

"No. No. I'm doing it. at very least getting bread if nothing else,"

"Alright."

"Good, I'll see you as soon as I can." he smiled kissing my cheek before he took his stuff and headed back toward town.

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• ARC Review: Wreck the Halls •

If you like your holiday romances light on festive cheer, heavy on the spice, and full of family drama, then look no further than Wreck the Halls by Tessa Bailey.

The story follows Beat Dawkins and Melody Gallard, the children of former band members whose group publicly imploded on stage in the early '90s. Thirty years later, their mothers are infamous, one of their songs is topping the charts again, and Beat and Melody are approached for a livestream-based reality show that aims to get their moms to perform together live on Christmas Eve.

Though it sounds like this book could quickly become schlocky and cliché (I mean, the characters *are* named Beat and Melody), the plot never actually ventures there. Instead, Tessa delivers a warm, fun, and slightly angsty tale of two adults who grew up very privileged and largely in the public eye, and the ways they have both learned to cope with the money and attention they did nothing to earn.

And also? It's really hot. Scorching, really.

I loved that Tessa kept this out of instalove territory with Beat and Melody's meet-cute actually occurring twelve years earlier, when they were both teenagers, and revisits how that moment affected both characters throughout the book. And I also loved that Tessa gives us two women rockstars who partied hard and have legacies like their male counterparts, and who are both a bit of a mess – albeit in very, very different ways.

Though at first I was dubious about the live-streaming aspect, Tessa handles it in a way that feels both realistic (I mean, mostly) and fun as Beat (he will make you swoon and also sweat) and Melody (she works in book restoration and is extremely punny, you will absolutely adore her) become social media sensations who have captured the attention of the entire world.

Set against the backdrop of Christmas in New York City but not all too heavy on all things Christmas, this book is perfect for kicking off your holiday TBR: it's funny, steamy, and sweet – and also there's a *really great* Stevie Nicks reference.

4.25🌟

2.75🌶️

🎄A massive thank you to Avon Books for the opportunity to read and review an advanced copy!❤️

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By: Thomas Sheedy

Published: Jun 3, 2021

You are a proud atheist in the emerging New Atheist movement attending one of the most impactful and energized conferences in your community. In June of 2011, you are in Dublin, Ireland, attending the World Atheist Convention, an event celebrating atheism, science advocacy, and secularism with some of the most famous freethinkers of the time. You enjoy the attendees and speakers so much that you stay up in conversation at the hotel bar until four in the morning. You see an attractive speaker retiring for the night, and you follow them to an elevator to ask them if they would like to join you for a cup of coffee. The speaker declines. You then go to your hotel room, alone. Afterward, the speaker that you were attracted to goes online to decry what you did. The speaker, and other extremists, denounce the New Atheist movement, a healthy and growing movement, as sexist. What you did becomes a catalyst for extremists to infiltrate and destroy the New Atheist movement.

This is not a hypothetical scenario; this happened. Starting in the early 2010s, extremist infiltrators painted the New Atheist movement as sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, and “islamophobic.” Much of the success of these infiltrators was fueled by feminist Rebecca Watson declining a polite request for “coffee” in an elevator. Now, ten years after “Elevatorgate,” the New Atheist movement has lost influence and has become a ghost of its former self.

A few weeks after the incident, Watson uploaded a video on YouTube describing what happened, stating:

“… All of you except for the one man who didn’t grasp, I think, what I was saying on the panel, because, at the bar later that night — actually at four in the morning, we were at the hotel bar, four a.m. I said, I’ve had enough guys, I’m exhausted, going to bed, so I walked to the elevator, and a man got on the elevator with me and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I find you very interesting, and I would like to talk more, would you like to come to my hotel room for coffee?” Um, just a word to the wise here, guys, don’t do that. I don’t really know how else to explain that this makes me incredibly uncomfortable, but I’ll lay it out that I was a single woman, you know, in a foreign country, at four a.m., in a hotel elevator with you, just you. I, don’t invite me back to your hotel room right after I’ve finished talking about how it creeps me out and makes me uncomfortable when men sexualize me in that manner.”

The idea that the New Atheist movement was systemically sexist is a blatant lie. No one denies that individual acts of sexual harassment occurred in the atheist community. Regarding Elevatorgate, it is wrong for someone to continue to express sexual interest in you after you have made it clear that you are not sexually interested in them. However, the person interested in Watson immediately accepted her denial, did not continue to express interest in her, and proceeded to his hotel room alone. Sexism was not at fault; instead, at most, maybe he misunderstood what she said. Claims like the ones these infiltrators have made over the years only hinder our community, a community that so many of us fought to develop. If anything, these infiltrators downplayed the problems of real systemic sexism that still exists in other parts of the world, as explained by Richard Dawkins in a sarcastic response to Watson, in what became known as the “Dear Muslima letter:.’’

Dear Muslima Stop whining, will you? Yes, yes, I know you had your genitals mutilated with a razor blade, and . . . yawn . . . don’t tell me yet again, I know you aren’t allowed to drive a car, and you can’t leave the house without a male relative. Your husband is allowed to beat you, and you’ll be stoned to death if you commit adultery. But stop whining, will you. Think of the suffering your poor American sisters have to put up with. Only this week I heard of one; she calls herself Skep” chick,” and do you know what happened to her? A man in a hotel elevator invited her back to his room for coffee. I am not exaggerating. He really did. He invited her back to his room for coffee. Of course, she said no, and of course, he didn’t lay a finger on her, but even so . . . And you, Muslima, think you have misogyny to complain about! For goodness sake, grow up, or at least grow a thicker skin. Richard

To Richard’s point, he’s right! To add to his remarks, atheist circles downplayed the injustices of the Islamic world. Many of the extremist infiltrators have silenced or critiqued criticism of Islam by non-woke atheists. Those extremist infiltrators, those who called themselves atheists and secularists, defended religion in the name of their new religion: Critical Social Justice. I know this because I have seen it myself. The topic of Islam was not the only topic affected by the extremist infiltrators. After their success in taking over the movement five years later, several groups of atheists, the majority of the movement’s supporters, men and women alike, were seen as pariahs at atheist conferences.

Bill Maher type Liberals

Secular Libertarians and Conservatives

Ex Muslims

Those accused of harassment without evidence

Anyone who questioned the Atheism+ narrative (criticism was constantly conflated with harassment and ‘cyberstalking’)

Women who disagreed with radical feminists (they were charged with ‘parroting misogynistic thought’ and ‘internalized misogyny’)

In a short span of five years, from 2011 to 2016, movement employees, executives, and board members allowed extremists into their organizations to guide them to see the “sexism” that they did not know existed in their organizations. In 2012, extremist infiltrators pressured several atheist movement leaders to condemn the many ordinary atheists who didn’t believe in the false narrative of systemic sexism in the movement, disguised as “Hate Directed at Women.” People like Watson and other infiltrators wore special goggles to see alleged hatred that normal people could not notice. The atheist movement paid the price in 2016 at the second Reason Rally, where instead of 30,000 atheists in the rain like the first Rally four years prior, we likely had only between five hundred to almost a few thousand, all because of weakness; wokeness in the atheist movement that began with Elevatorgate.

Unlike other organizations who tolerated such infiltration and subversion of the movement, Atheists for Liberty will not make the same mistake. It is because of the weakening of the movement that Atheists for Liberty exist in the first place!

Over the past eight years, I have seen:

Millions of dollars once belonging to world-renowned atheist organizations were lost.

Conferences, some once having numbers in the hundreds, if not thousands, dead.

Some of the most horrific and superstitious belief systems defended in the name of wokeness

Organizers of events facing real harassment because they dared to have “politically incorrect” speakers, speakers who were seen as ordinary, non-sexist, New Atheist types just a few years prior

The movement’s professionalism fade away in the name of this infiltration

Ex Muslims disregarded by movement organizers in the United States

A friend’s life, once respected as a bold, national figure in the movement, is destroyed by false allegations lobbed against him. He nearly committed suicide.

And as of 2021, I am only 23…

Ten years ago, we allowed an ideology to consume a movement that could have changed the world.

Elevatorgate was one of the Borg-like origin points of modern wokeness. It is only together that we can rebuild what was lost and ensure that silly events like this one never hinder atheist activism again. This is what I am going to dedicate my life to.

Sheedy is being exceedingly generous here where I will not. Let's be completely clear: we have literally no reason to think that Rebecca Watson's purported incident even actually happened. None. She provided no evidence, someone attempted to determine if elevator CCTV footage existed or could be accessed to corroborate the story but was bullied for not unquestioningly believing the claim. Watson herself lamely and conveniently claimed to be suffering prosopagnosia (face blindness), and both her and her acolytes called anyone who was, ahem, skeptical, about the claim in the absence of any evidence every istaphobe name under the sun. Eerily the same as bible-thumping preachers commanding you to believe or be condemned to eternal hellfire.

Which is suspicious for people purporting to be skeptics, particularly Watson who styled herself as the "Skepchick." Jussie Smollett's case had fewer holes.

It's the irreligious equivalent of First Corinthians:

1 Corinthians 15:6

After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep.

This was the day Rebecca Watson, single-handedly lead the intersectional collapse of New Atheism and ushered in the first woke ideological takeover. Whether it was deliberate and calculated or accidental through her own stupidity and hubris is, by this point, irrelevant.

There were, of course, far more to come.

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