#sutherland

[huariqueje]

Moon setting, Sandwood Bay, Sutherland - Ramsay Gibb , 2025.

Scottish , b. 1965 -

Oil on linen,  122 x 90 cm.

[livesunique]

Carbisdale Castle,

Kyle of Sutherland, Invershin, Scottish Highlands

[whorxology]

I got a request for Peter Sutherland

You know how he barely gets any sleep because of his job? Well, the reader is determined to make sure he finally gets some proper rest.

And he ends up falling asleep on her like a baby.

A/N: LOVE THISSS REQUEST!!! Sorry it took a minute to do I got swamped with some essay's HERE IT IS THO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Sleep Tight ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

PAIRING: Peter Sutherland x Reader

WARNINGS: Established Relationship, not proof read

W.C: 0.7K

A/N: Honestly, I'm not too happy with the word count, but I ran out of ideas. Slowly coming out of my writing hiatus so hopefully yall like this. ALSO PETER DESERVES MORE RECOGNITION!! THE PETER SUTHERLAND X READER TAG BEING SO BARE SHOULD BE ILLEGAL!!

“Peter, that you?” your voice rang out from the shared bedroom. The apartment was nearly pitch black besides the dim light that shone from the cracked bedroom door. 

“Yea its me” 

You crawled out of bed putting on your robe before heading into the living room. Like clockwork Peter began his “nightly” routine even though I was nearly 8 am. You knew he would be up for another 2 hours doing work only to be up at 7 for work again. A never ending cycle. Glancing at Peter you felt his exhaustion. 

You could see it in the way his feet dragged across the floor, the bags under his eyes seeming to be worse these past few days, his tie that was barely tied anymore hanging loosely around his neck as if he had intended to take it off a while ago. His jacket was off and now hung on the hook by the door revealing his very wrinkled shit that was partially untucked. His movements were robotic, moving more from habit than actual thought. Drop his bag. Head toward the table where his laptop sat waiting, an ever-present reminder that his job never really ended even when he was off the clock. Do more work till he passed out from exhaustion on the table. Then go to work again.

Except tonight.

You came up behind him, hands resting on his shoulders gently digging into the meat of his back. With a groan he leaned his head back resting it on your chest. 

“Long day at work?” You asked your voice soft. Between your voice and your hands massaging his shoulders he could pass out any minute. 

“When is it not” He groaned before lifting his head, gently grabbing your hand off his shoulder to kiss your knuckles. He reached to open his laptop to continue his work when your hand reached out, fingers curling around his wrist gently, but firm enough that he knew this was non-negotiable.

"Not tonight."

He blinked, slow, like his brain needed a second to catch up. "I just need to—"

"To what? Work more? Stay up until you pass out again?" You shot a pointed look his way. You both knew you were right. Your hand still on his wrist gently tugged him up out of his seat towards the sofa. "Peter, you’re running yourself into the ground."

He let out a dry laugh. "I'm fine."

You gave him yet another look that screamed “bullshit”

You sit on the sofa dragging his large stature down with you. Gently you push his head onto your lap, your fingers threading through his hair, nails scratching lightly against his scalp. Immediately you felt his shoulders loosen, the tension bleeding out of them like air escaping a balloon. His eyes fluttered shut against his will, and his head tilted into the touch, chasing after it as if it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

A quiet hum slipped from his throat before he could stop it.

"See?" You let out a soft chuckle. One of your hands gently trailing down his back to gently massage his shoulder. "Feels nice, doesn’t it?"

Peter let out a sound, a mix between agreement and surrender. He didn’t want to admit how good it felt. How much he needed this. How much he had been running on empty, barely keeping himself together, until now. He shifted slightly bringing his arms to wrap around you, his head pressing onto your chest. The steady thump, thump, thump of your heartbeat matching his own. His exhaustion hit him like a wave, maybe it was your warmth, or the way your fingers gently moved through his hair and on his back tracing patterns, or maybe it really was just the exhaustion catching up to him. 

You could feel his breaths even out exhaling long and slow, his body going boneless sinking further into your touch, your presence, your silent reassurance that at least for tonight he didn’t have to keep himself upright. The world blurred at the edges, thoughts dissolving into a haze of warmth and comfort. 

Gently you reached up to grab the blanket resting on the back of the sofa, draping over the two of you. Pressing a kiss onto the top of his head you whispered. Your voice reached through the haze to anchor him in the only place that mattered. 

"Sleep, Peter. I've got you."

And for the first time in longer than he could remember, he let himself believe it.

And he slept.

[vintagecamping]

Camping among the mounting in the historic Highlands of Sutherland.

Scotland

1976

[unteriors]

Walnut Street, Sutherland, Nebraska.

[aceduchessdragoness]

Source: Isntagram, muslim, December 14, 2025, EST.

Upload comment: Ahmed Al Ahmed, the heroic civilian that tackled and disarmed one of the gunmen in Australia’s Bondi Beach shooting.

Ahmed is a 43-year-old local in Sydney, Australia who owns a fruit shop in Sutherland. He was shot twice during the heroic act and is in the hospital receiving treatment.

[historylinks]

Tales of the Fishwives

Being made up of hundreds of islands, Scotland has an expansive coastline. As a result, there has always been a tradition of fishing, both in the seas and the many lochs.

But fishing only became an industrial enterprise in Scotland after the Highland Clearances, where many folks were cleared off of their farming lands to make way for profitable sheep farming. This resulted in many Scots being pushed to the coastlines, where many villages sprung up as people turned from farming to fishing to make their living. Embo, is one such fishing village, just north of Dornoch.

Initially, the 3 main kinds of fish caught were haddock, herring and cod. But herring were soon found to be so ridiculously numerous off the shores of Scotland, they became the main target for fishermen. They were given the nickname of "the Silver Darlings", due to how profitable they became.

While the act of fishing itself was usually a man only affair, the fishing industry could not have been so successful if it weren't for the women working on the shore. Women were the ones responsible for baiting the lines and nets used by the fishermen out at sea, using mussels and lug worms they had dug up on the beach. If there was no proper dock for the boats, women would carry the men on their backs to the fishing boats in the shallows, so that the fishermen would not get wet! The fish that would then be brought in, would be processed and preserved by the wives and daughters of the fishermen. These "Fishwives" would then take the fish in creels (large woven baskets carried on the back) and travel to sell or barter the caught fish. This became even more lucrative once the railroads were built across the highlands in the mid 1800's.

Every heard the term "gossiping like fishwives"? Well the fish wives would often get the local news as they traveled around selling and bartering their fish, which was seen as 'gossiping'.

At the time, the fishwives were seen as course and rough women, often looked down upon by others, who saw them as mannish and unfeminine. But these women had to be tough to do what they did. They had to be physically very strong, to haul both their men and the boats in and out of the water, and to carry the large fishing creels upon their backs and travel for miles. They were also smart and brave, both in terms of being able to barter and count the money they made, but to travel alone in the country side carrying their valuable fish and the money they made from the fish. They had a reputation as women who were not to be messed with! And they did all this while raising a family and running the household!

Tìoraidh!