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Peter Cushing as Sherlock Holmes in The Hound of The Baskervilles (1959)

“This is remarkable!”
“Superficial. There’s nothing remarkable about using one’s eyes.


Happy release day everyone!!! 

Cr: Documentary Film ~ Are You Happy ~

my tablet was broken for like a week but! im back! and i drew nina as a princess because thats basically what she is already

also! i tried to record this as a speedpaint and i kinda messed up but you can watch it here if you’d like !


Another clip for Moo Moo from EW


Canon ‘verse Dean and Cas talking about feelings

read it here on AO3!

“Cas, I just - I don’t think we can do this,” Dean says.

And Cas, sitting beside him in shotgun, tastes loss in his mouth. He stares straight ahead.

He’s been waiting for this, if he’s honest with himself. It was too good to be true. He and Dean have been - things have been different between them, recently. They’ve been saying more, showing more. It’s been filling a part of Cas that he hadn’t even understood was aching and empty, until suddenly it wasn’t.

But now…

“It’s - you know, we got jobs to do,” Dean says. Outside, the night rolls past. They’re driving home to the bunker, shopping bags in the back. The trip was domestic, even sweet; but at the check-outs, Cas saw Dean’s face. He’d known that something was shifting. He’d known that there was trouble to come.

“Jobs?” he manages.

“Yeah, Cas, jobs. We got the world to save. Half the time we’re throwing ourselves under the bus so it won’t drive off the cliff, and that’s good, because the bus won’t crash, but…” He pauses; Cas says nothing. “But - God, Cas, it’s so much harder to throw yourself under the bus when you got someone out there who makes you think you shouldn’t have to.”

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Different Ways to Say “I love you”

Peter and you had been seeing each other for quite some time – longer than he had imagined you staying with him, anyway. Five months of his life had been dedicated to you, romantically. Peter would never tell you, but he had dedicated his life to you since your first day at Midtown High. You had met Ned in one of your classes and he had convinced you to join the decathlon on your first day. Peter had owed him ever since that day.

It was hard for Peter to ask you out – hell, it had taken him a year to even tell you that you were pretty. So, it didn’t come to a surprise to him when he found himself too terrified to tell you how deeply he felt for you. He loved you – he loved the way you were smarter than him (you knew that, but you never made him feel insignificant), he loved that when you wanted to hold his hand you’d walk next to him and let your hands brush first (you’d start tapping his fingers with yours until eventually your hand engulfed his completely), he loved how when you found out he was Spider-Man you weren’t mad that he kept it from you (“I get why you couldn’t tell me – you have to promise me you’re going to come back… you have to come back to me.” “You’re the only reason I’ll always come back… a-and Aunt May, obviously.”). He loved you – he knew he did. He had tried to tell you so many times. But, what he didn’t know was that he had already told you he loved you – in so many different ways.

“You got me this?” Peter nodded at you. “You were in Berlin – fighting alongside the Avenger’s… and you found time to get me something?” Peter couldn’t fight the blush on his face even if he tried.

“I-It’s not a big deal. I saw it in the window. I don’t know, I just – it reminded me of you.” You smiled, leaning in to peck him.

“I love it.”

“Ugh, Pete,” you whined, your eyes welling up with tears. “It’s broken.” You held up the charm bracelet that Peter had given you for your birthday. “I’m so sorry,” a couple of tears had fallen and Peter was quick to reach up and brush them away.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, “it’s just a bracelet, it’s okay.” You shook your head.

“I loved this gift – it’s my favorite bracelet.” Peter’s heart beat a little faster.

Come here,” he whispered, “come on. Let me fix it.” And he was relieved to see the smile on your face as you made your way to him.

“I’m glad you came tonight, Peter.” You nudged him as you walked out of Liz’s house together, side-by-side.

“I am, too.” He smiled softly at you, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets as you both fell into a comfortable silence. It was a cool night in New York and as Peter saw you wrap your arms around yourself he registered you had forgotten to bring a jacket. He automatically pulled his sweater over his head, straightening out his shirt. “Here,” he handed you his sweater. You shook your head.

“Peter, no. It’s fine, I’m fine.” He gave you a pointed look.

Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” You reluctantly took the jacket and pulled it over yourself, feeling his scent overwhelm you and a smile ghosting on your face.

“Thank you, Peter.” You linked your arms together and pushed yourself up to kiss his cheek. Smiling when he turned red and mumbled a small ‘anytime’.

“I’m sorry that I’m ruining our date night, Peter.” Peter shook his head until he remembered you couldn’t see him over the phone.

“You’re not ruining anything, babe,” he said, packing up his backpack with the necessities May told him he’d need. “You need to focus on that sore throat.” There was silence. “Babe?”

“Huh?” He chuckled, walking out of his front door. “I’m sorry, Petey. I dozed off.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you later. Okay?” You mumbled an incoherent response before Peter decided to end the call. He found himself outside of your home fifteen minutes later. He knocked and your mom let him in, letting him quietly use your kitchen to warm up the tea he had brought for you. He then quietly walked to your room, opening your door to see you sleeping. He almost didn’t wake you up, but knew your tea would be cold. “(Y/N)? Babe?” You stirred awake, feeling alert and sitting up when you saw Peter on your bed.

“Peter! What are you doing here? You’re going to get sick!” He shushed your hoarse voice, picking up the cup and handing it to you.

“Here,” you grabbed the cup, looking at its contents, “drink this. You’ll feel better.” You looked at his dough eyes and opened your mouth to say something, until deciding to just keep quiet and drink the tea, a soft smile on your face.

“Oh, my god.” Peter turned around from his seat at his desk, seeing your distraught expression as your eyes grazed over the test you both had received from Calculus.

“What’s wrong?” You bit your lip to stop it from quivering.

“I failed,” you whispered. You had studied with Michelle and Betty for two weeks straight. You had thought you were doing so well – even Michelle had thought so. How could you have failed?

“Hey,” you looked up at Peter, “it’s just one test. You’ll get ‘em next time.” You smiled at the use of his words – it was a phrase you’d use on him whenever he didn’t pass a quiz or test he didn’t study for due to his after-school activities.

“I guess,” you sighed, your smile fading. Peter stood up, walking over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and shuffled through it, picking up a CD case. He sighed, counting to three before turning around to sit next to you on the bed.

“Here,” you took the CD from his hands.


You looked up at him, seeing him shrug. “You might like this,” he stated. “It makes me feel better when I feel like crap.” You reached over and hugged him, mumbling about a million thank you’s.

Now here Peter sits, next to you on his couch, watching a movie of your choice. It was one that you had seen at least a hundred times, but he didn’t mind. If you loved it, so did he. And, god, did you love it. He watched your profile, seeing your lips move as you recited the character’s lines – every character’s lines. Your hands were moving in tune with them, too. And as he looked at you he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t plan it coming out like this, but it just happened. He just – “I love you.” Your hands stopped and so did your lips. You turned to look at him quickly.

“What?” Peter nodded slowly, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.

“I love you.” He repeated. “I love you, and I have for awhile. I don’t know when liking you stopped and loving you started – it all kind of just blends together but – yeah. I love you.” You blinked a few times, registering how your shy and reserved boyfriend, Peter Parker, got the nerve to tell you he loved you before you did. You shook your head at the thought. Peter Parker was braver than you – who knew?

“I love you, Peter.” You finally said, the look on his face telling you your silence was scaring him.

“You do?” He asked, too ecstatic, but he didn’t care. You nodded, setting the bowl of popcorn that was on your lap on top of the coffee table. You sat up and crawled closer to him, leaning over him slightly.

“I love you so much, Peter Parker.” You leaned all the way down, pressing your lips against Peter and feeling Peter wait not even a second before matching your pace.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled against your lips, but not stopping your kiss.

Even though Peter Parker had told you he loved you more than once, he felt a weight lift off of his chest after hearing it come out clear as day from the both of you.

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What’s wrong with me?– Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Can I request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a date.

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Reader’s point of view.

Your name: submit What is this?

I smiled looking at myself through the rearview mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.

After a full turn, I finally find a decent place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the brakes and glared at the bold.  I knew the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.

“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.

Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.

“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”


I started to walk with him to my side. We were in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth it.  He was taking me with a few, especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes they made me laugh.

“So I heard that this new movie will be on Saturday … Let’s go together?”

Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it for a silly etiquette.

“How on a date?” I remembered that I hadn’t answered him.

I turned to look at him and he smiled in embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.

“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a question. Well, he left the decision to me again.

I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex act.

“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m sorry to say you got a strike”

He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.

I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to any. That was how it was.

“Are you serious?” The good thing about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very rude to me, Y/N!”

“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after an Olympic rejection.

At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me. He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and smiling as if nothing.

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”

For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded. Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely I was without appetite.

“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay knew him as well as I did.

The boy shrugged and looked in the direction where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the locker.

I doubted if it would be a good idea to interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer, covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.

“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the Cresmont that you would never go through this”

I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.

“I don’t know what else to do, dude.” Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were stuck.

“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.

“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and send me to the devil”

My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began to tremble.

“I don’t think so. You two make a good team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could complement us in an incredible way.

I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine, even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up and I hid my face again between the pages.

“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him, after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But I stood still with the lump in my throat.

“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your history essay, you need to distract your mind”

I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy, especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications, attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself as I see you? I bit my lip.

“I saw you” Jessica came out of nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”

I rolled my eyes.

"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I murmured.

“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows this, obviously everyone, except you”

“We are good friends”

“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings, the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”

I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica Davis smiled.

“Do I confess something?” I waited quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin. Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.

If my best friend’s words had left me frozen, Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with anyone in my life.

I ran as if my life depended on it to the baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon. Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they were making fun of him.

"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one girl”

Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.

“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates boasted. I was getting angry.

How could it be that they messed with him for some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick, it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label, So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I smiled and walked resolutely towards them.

“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.

I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place, was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening, he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.

“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.

I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.

“I thought better, why wait until Saturday? Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and chill? ”

His friends laughed, he too, but a little more shy.

“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.

“Boys” I gave a single glance at their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.

I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.

“You were serious?”

“About the kiss or Netflix and chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Both of them”

“Now I know that I’m sure of the kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little more seriously in the chill part”

Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat.

“Then I drive. Later we’ll get back for your car”

RFA - Proposals!

✿ This is for @salarinnar​, who wrote, 

Hello! I love your writing style so I thought I’d donate! How about MC asking the RFA + the minor trio to marry her? With all that getting on one knee and giving them a proposal ring jazz. Bless u.:) 

Thanks so much! I actually did the minor trio proposing to MC awhile ago here, so here’s the rest of the RFA!

(If you’d like a guaranteed request fill, but me a coffee on my Ko-Fi!


  • His mother puts the idea in his head, asking him when he’s finally going to propose to that lovely person he’s been seeing for so long. Yoosung swallows, nervous – it’s not that he doesn’t’ want to marry you. In fact, he’s looking forward to it, and often daydreams about having a happily married existence like his own parents share. But… he’s just…
  • Worried. He’s scared that he won’t be the right kind of guy for you, and he’s worried that you’ve changed your mind and don’t love him as much as he loves you.
  • So he frets. He asks his mom about how his father proposed, he asks his LOLOL friends how they proposed – hell, he asks V how he proposed, being so desperate to get input that he’ll put aside his own feelings for the man.
  • He gets a variety of answers, files them away, and keeps thinking.
  • When he takes you out to romantic movies, he watches your reaction to the lovey-dovey scenes carefully, taking inspiration from what you say about how the characters handle their own proposals. He reads books, he browses forum threads… and he thinks and overthinks the matter, trying to figure out how to best ask for your hand.
  • Yoosung gets the ring while he’s STILL not sure how to propose to you, and as he’s walking home from the store, he gets a panicked call on his cell.
  • You’ve found a baby bird and it’s broken it’s WING and YOOSUNG HELP you DON’T’ WANT IT TO DIE, PLEASE COME QUICKLY.
  • (you’re crying, and so he runs.)
  • Using his veterinarian skills, Yoosung helps you save the bird’s life, and you’re just so… happy and thankful and you hug him, telling him that he’s the best, and Yoosung falls in love with you all over again. You’re so kind! You’re so gentle! You’re so loving!
  • You’re so kind to everyone, even the smallest of animals, and on complete impulse, he gets on one knee and busts out his newly acquired ring.
  • It’s poorly thought out. It’s spur-of-the-moment. But he’ll never forget the way you light up and hug him, saying “yes!” over and over.
  • The two of you laugh about it afterwards, and decide that was probably the most memorable way it could have happened.


  • Zen knows you are completely and entirely perfect and, therefore, he knows that his proposal to you needs to be completely and entirely perfect in return. How he achieves this Holy Grail of Marital Intent, though, is a matter of some internal debate.
  • He considers going to stereotypical route of wining and dining you, but that’s a.) not really very him and b.) he can’t think of any restaurant that matches up to the vivacity that is you. Besides, he’s not really on-the-ball on the whole… restaurant scene, being that he’s a loser who can barely keep anything more than beer in his fridge.
  • He also considers surprising you on a date, like – at the zoo, or the aquarium. Or maybe on television in front of thousands during one of his on-screen appearances? But then it’s pointed out to him that, oops, a public proposal basically pressures you into saying yes, doesn’t it? And, if you do say no, it’d open you up to the onslaught of thousands of his angry fans.
  • No. He wants this to be between you and him, where you make a decision about your future that he’ll respect and appreciate either way… so he thinks more, and decides to go back to the roots of your early relationship.
  • He decides to take you stargazing.
  • Zen parks his motorcycle in front of your apartment one night, furiously texting you and begging you to come outside for an impromptu date. He already kind of checked to make sure you didn’t have anything planned, but he’s still over the moon when you a.) don’t get mad he rolled up the street at 11PM and b.) he hadn’t given you any notice.
  • (he thought it would be more romantic like that.)
  • You come outside to find him with a picnic basket strapped to the back of his motorcycle and a big smile on his face, and shaking your head, you get on behind him and let him take you on whatever wacky adventure he has planned.
  • He takes you up to your special place in the mountains, his jacket protecting your body from the cold and his back shielding your face. You have your arms around him, and you’ve never felt someone’s warmth as intently as in that moment.
  • The basket is full of all of your favorite foods, no matter how ‘dumb’ and ‘unromantic’ they are. Do you get all of your nutritional content from potato chips? That is ok, Zen has packed all the best flavors. There’s also a blanket, which he spreads out for you, and you lie back and look at the perfectly clear, beautifully expansive sky.
  • You and Zen talk for awhile, pointing out constellations and making your own, when he gets quiet and reaches into his pocket for something. He starts talking about how big the world is, and how happy he found you – you’re like his north star in the darkness of the night. And then he turns on his side, opening the box and looking at you with complete and total sincerity.
  • Will you marry him? He asks, with only the chirping crickets and the sound of the wind for company.
  • Of course you say yes. How could you not? And when you put the diamond on your finger, you reach out to touch the sky, and admire how the stone looks like one of those stars glimmering above.


  • Jaehee takes you to the aquarium.
  • It’s an atypical spot, which makes since given that she’s an atypical woman. You’re kind of expecting that Jaehee is going to pop the question sometime soon, as she’s been asking about your feelings regarding the future, settling down, etc, but when she invites you out that cool, rainy Saturday, you don’t really expect it’s going to happen then.
  • She does it near the end of the day, after she’s taken you to the dolphin show and endured you stopping at every exhibit and pointing out which fish represented which members of the RFA. (She bust a gut laughing when you said the flounder was Jumin.) You’ve already had lunch, and are thinking about going when you stop in the shark room, which is more of a tunnel than a room, really. The walls are completely made of glass and, all around you, you can an awe-inspiring assortment of fish swimming around you (and above you!) in a mysterious room lit by an ethereal blue glow.
  • You find an empty spot to stand, and you press your hands against the glass, completely entranced. Jaehee watches your profile, and then taps twice on your shoulder, sinking onto one knee when you look down at her.
  • She tells you, as she presents a ring to you in the dim light, that her entire life… she’s felt like she’s been living in a fish-tank. Confined, restrained, where she’s just been surviving under people’s apathetic gazes. She’s never felt like she could explore. Never felt like she could go on an adventure, because her entire world was defined by walls of unbreakable glass.
  • …Until she met you.
  • Now she believes in things. Now she dreams. Now she smiles, laughs, and no longer feels like she’s just some specimen kept behind a cold, unfeeling wall. And – no matter what you say, yes or no – that knowledge will always stay with her.
  • Will you… accompany her beyond the glass walls you’ve helped her shatter? Together?
  • (In the flickering, wavering light, you smile as wide as the sun and say, yes.)


  • It takes a little bit for Jumin to propose, and before he does so, he takes you on a whirlwind tour of the globe using his private jet and vast amounts of money.
  • You eat baguettes in France. You see the architecture of Prague. He takes you on a tour of the castles of Scotland, and says that one day, he’d like to build one for Elizabeth the III. You go see the mountains of Iceland and the parks of Oslo, the beaches of Bermuda and see the sunset off the coast of Fiji. You sip margaritas, daiquiris, and pina coladas, you go horseback riding, you take pottery classes with Jumin and laugh as you make mistakes.
  • You go to art exhibits. Concerts. You go to parties and meet people, and you drag Jumin out on forest hikes in the dim, lonely woods. You see snow, rain, sunshine, you go to street markets and film festivals – you even go fishing with him and watch him pay a five-star chef to prepare what he caught into a delectable dish for the local catlife.
  • The two of you go to Istanbul, a land famous for its large population of street cats, and Jumin is content in a land that’s devoted to his favorite feline friends.
  • And… at the end of it, on a quiet, deserted beach at the end of the day, he pops the question.
  • He wanted you to see the world before he asked you to marry him, because he doesn’t want you to ever feel confined when you’re with him. He wanted you to know what’s out there before you settled down, and now that you’ve gotten a taste of so much the earth has to offer…
  • Do you want to stay with him still?
  • You say yes, saying that – while travelling was fun – it wouldn’t have been half as amazing without him there by your side. Wanting to go feed cats, falling off his horse, sharing food with him and laughing… The world’s amazing, yes, but it’s twice as amazing when you get to experience it with him.
  • For once in his life, Jumin is chosen because he is him, and because he made your travels worthwhile… and he smiles, thanking God once more that he got a chance to experience what life is like with you.


  • This man has an entire notebook full of ideas on how to propose to you.
  • There are so many good options! In the climactic moment of an epic laser-gun battle? Waved in the sky on the banner of a sport-class airplane? Using a small army of drones? Via youtube video? Oh man, he could do the classic “write it using the high-scores on an arcade machine”… but is that too cliché, by this point?
  • He only gets one chance to propose, so he should make it th-
  • Wait.
  • Who, exactly, said he had only one chance to propose?
  • (Seven sits down and begins to imagine the possibilities.)
  • He launches off the 2017 “War of Proposals” through a singing telegram delivered by a man cosplaying as Starshine Nyah-Nyah (from your favorite magical girl anime). Said war is a contest of strength, skill, and one-uppmanship, where the both of you compete to give the other more elaborate and unexpected proposals until one of you emerges the victor – and is allowed to have the “canon” one true proposal.
  • HELL YES, you say, and begin to plot.
  • You propose to him at the pool, by getting a dance studio to perform a choreographed routine in the water which ends up spelling out, “Please marry me!”
  • He proposes to you in the movie theatre, where he rents out adspace that he uses to play a video he’s constructed where he waxes eloquent about how amazing you are.
  • You propose to him in the air and space museum, where you drop out of one of the airplanes with an explosion of balloons and the words, “Seven, will you marry me?” emblazoned on your face like war paint.
  • He proposes to you by paying a bunch of newbies in LOLOL to die with their corpses spelling out “Will you spend your life with me?”
  • You continue to trade blows like this for an entire month. Television, radio, the internet – everywhere, there are traces of your continual war. It isn’t until he takes you on a trip to New York and then hacks into the Time Square billboards to deliver his heartfelt and impassioned request that he finally wins, because you cannot think of a way to one-up that.
  • You do, however, help Seven evade the cops after that, which he is content to call a “draw” in the end.
  • (The two of you were so busy plotting that neither actually bought a ring, so you go to the jewelry store and chose matching ones together.)
Real Doctors Don’t Have Tattoos

Summery: your skills as a doctor are needed but not everyone agrees you should be a doctor
Word Count: 700+
Triggers: people being rude, a woman collapsing in the middle of the street
A/N: this is for @bucky-plums-barnes 8000 followers celebration with the prompt ‘Real Doctors Don’t Have Tattoos‘ well done hon, you should have so many followers

Originally posted by itsagentromanoff

You got your first tattoo when you graduated the first year of medical school. You were drunk and all your friends had made a pact to get a red cross on your upper thigh. When you woke up the next day you actually liked it, the tattoo the only being one of your drunken mistakes that you actually liked.

Your next tattoo was on your right rib cage, you thought you needed to get it somewhere only a few people would see. It was a feather that wrapped around your breast. After a few weeks you thought it was cheesy but everyone who saw you naked loved it.

And when you got married to Bucky Barnes you had his name - in calligraphy - tattooed at the base of your ring finger. It was hospital policy that you couldn’t wear anything from your elbows down. So while the ring was off his name replaced it. He had yours engraved into the metal of his finger.

As you got more confident as a doctor and more comfortable as what people would accept in your hospital, you got more tattooes. A weird, pretty symbol on your wrist. A red star on your left arm. A smaller version of that star on your bikini line (bucky convinced you to get it. You were very drunk)


It was your day off so you decided to go to a cafe with Bucky for breakfast. There were some tables outside so you waited there as Bucky got your food.

‘One latte and omelette for Mrs Barnes’ Bucky brought your food on a tray to you. Kissing you on the cheek before sitting down.

‘As much as I love you, Bucky, I’ve worked most of my life to get my MD’ you picked up your coffee and took a sip. The hot liquid warming your whole body in the cool morning sun.

‘Okay, Dr Barnes’ he mocked. He then put his head on your shoulder, ‘I love you, too’ he kissed your cheek again and drank his coffee.

You picked up your knife and fork to cut into your omelette when you heard someone scream.

‘WE NEED A DOCTOR!!! IS ANYONE A DOCTOR!!!’ you immediately got up and ran to the commotion. The high heeled boots you had chosen this morning slowing you down.

There was a ring of people around the accident, you had to push forward.

‘Excuse me’ you pushed the final person out of the way and dropped to your knees to assess the situation. Turning to the man who was bent over the woman on the floor, you finally spoke. ‘My name’s Dr Barnes.’ you rolled up your sleeves. Looking over your shoulder, you spoke to bucky softly ‘Bucky, my bag-’ He stood there holding the black bag you carried everywhere with you.

You looked back at the man who held the woman in his arms. ‘What her name?’ you asked, not looking at the man directly and focusing on the woman.


‘And your relationship?’

‘She’s my wife’

‘Maggie? Can you hear me?’ you put your head to her lips and waited for a response. When no response was given you opened your bag.

‘Excuse me’ you heard the man to your left say. ‘Is there another doctor here?’


A real doctor doesn’t have tattoos

‘Sir. Your wife is currently having a cardiac arrest. If I don’t work on her in the next 3 minutes she will probably die. Do you care more about my skin or your wife’s life?’ he looked down at his wife then at the ink on your wrist and finally at you. He nodded and let you proceed.


You could finally hear the ambulance’s siren get quieter and sat back in your chair, next to bucky. His hand found your thigh and rubbed it softly. Looking over you saw him smile to you before his eyes darted up and you followed them. A young man wearing te cafe’s uniform held a tray with a blueberry muffin on it.

‘Complimentary muffin for you, ma’am’ he said, from his voice you guessed he was 17

‘Oh, no. that’s fine’ you declined the offer, trying to be polite and knowing it would probably come out of his paycheck.

‘You just saves someone’s life, the least you deserve is a muffin’ he set the tray on the table  and left.

‘No one ever gives me muffins when I save people lives’ Bucky whined under his breath. 

‘Probably because I save more people’s lives’ you admitted, taking bite out of the top. He looked at you fakely offended. You put your head on his shoulder and whispered to him ‘You can have some of my muffin’ 

Bucky smiled at you and took a bit out of your muffin. You admired his profile, watching him as he watched other people. You hadn’t really been paying much attention to anything else. But Bucky had. He saw your rubbing your tattooed wrist with the opposite hand and put his arms around to. Drawing you in close. His lips found the seam between your forehead and scalp, leaving a small kiss there. 

‘You’re an incredible doctor and beautiful woman. It doesn’t matter what is on your skin. You worked most your life to get your medical degree. No one, especially not some old man in the middle of the road, can take that away from you’ he mumbled into your hair. You leant up to kiss him properly, the kiss lasting longer than you as expected. 

‘Thank you, bucky’

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When you love someone, when you really love someone, waiting is easy. I mean, of course you miss them and you want to talk to them and you want things to happen quickly, but this isn’t how it works. You can’t stop thinking about them, even in the busiest hours of the day. You wish for a miracle, or looking for signs and random quotes that they are the one. That this love is not on your mind. That it is real. That waiting is worthwhile. And you countdown the days to see them again, or you watch their social media profile hoping they will post something about you, even if you have decided to not “like” it, because you let them go. And I know that deep down, in your heart, you want as much as anything else in the world, for them to come back to you. You hope that you are their one and that by almost loosing you, they will realise how awesome you are and how much they want you in their life. That this time, they will make the effort to put you there. And, just like fairytales, they will fight to keep you and prove they totally deserve you. Otherwise, you know that you will have to let them go. And that time, forever. And I know that love sometimes means letting go, and being happy for them even if they don’t love you back, because this is what love does, but it’s gonna hurt. If something like that happens, it’s gonna hurt. And guess what; you can’t do anything to stop it. Because in the end, everything happens for a reason and things are the way they are supposed to be, so if they don’t come back, they are not meant for you. So you wonder what you should do. And how to stop thinking about it. Well odds are you can’t. If you love them that much, if it’s deep and real love, you can’t. You see them everywhere. You pray for them. You talk to them in your mind. You wonder what they are doing each moment of the day. And you wish for them to realise they love you as soon as possible. But it doesn’t work like this. Everything will happen when the time is right. When you’re both ready. When you are mature enough, to understand that only together you can be yourselves. And until then, you have to wait. You have to wait but if you love them, waiting is worthwhile. And easy. So, as long as you are waiting, try to do something else. Focus on yourself and be more you. Find new hobbies or make some changes or generally, do things you love. Take care of yourself. Find the most you possible and be ready. While you are waiting, that’s what you can do. Be ready for them. Not only physically, but emotionally. And when you have truly found yourself and radiate the most you possible, they will realise. They will come to find you. If they really love you. They will come back. And try to win your heart. But you should be patient. They have to realise your worth. So they have to be patient too. They have to prove you they want you back. They have to gain your trust day by day. And finally, they have to prove they deserve your heart and they will protect it. And you can accept them back to your life. Because, if after all this time they still love you, and they try to catch your attention and gain your trust, that means they deserve you. It means that your love is real. That you belong to each other. That you are meant to be together. But right now, you don’t know that. Truth is, you can never know. So you just hope and trust your instincts and believe in the feeling in your heart and wait. Just remember, that love comes to find you the moment you stop looking for it.
—  moonstone-girl
Lady of the Rock

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jaime x Reader

Warnings: Mention of attempted rape, brief scene of masturbation (like reeaaaally brief), and Jaime is probably way OOC.  I’m just gonna be up front.  I’ve got a major crush on Jaime…

Summary: Jaime agrees to leave the Kingsguard and wed in order to save Tyrion.  His father agrees to his proposal and he finds himself betrothed to a girl from a lesser house.

Word count: 2600

There’s a part 2 now

It had been a spur of the moment decision on Jaime’s part.  He was desperate to see Tyrion’s head remain attached to his body, so when he made a deal with his father –spare Tyrion in exchange for him leaving the Kingsguard and marrying –he found himself almost immediately betrothed.  His father kept his word, proving Tyrion innocent, but he was quick to send him away on some mission North.

So now Jaime had lost his title of “Ser” and was simply “Lord” and would soon be marrying a girl from a lesser house.  In truth, all houses were lesser than House Lannister, but his father saw promise in her, due to her young age.  Y/N was a lovely girl.  Her beauty was certainly different than Cersei’s.  Whereas Cersei had a commanding presence, Y/N was softer and held an interesting amount of naivety for someone in the Capital.

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After all that happened in Louis’ life, he was tired and wanted to just breathe and relax on a weekend and play with his baby and maybe find a girl that would accept all the crazy in his life. When mum passed on, his heart was filled with sadness and nothing felt like it was worth it. The only thing that kept him happy at all was the tiny boy with his eyes. Freddie knew Louis was sad and he gave him extra cuddles without knowing why but he missed his happy, happy dad.

When Louis wished for an angel, he didn’t know you would appear the very next day. Just a beautiful girl with a bright smile that made eye contact with Freddie at the store and then played peekaboo with him while they stood in line. The baby giggled and kept peeking at her shyly. “Are you flirting with the pretty girl?” Louis asked poking at Freddie’s little belly.

“Aw, I’m flattered such a cutie wants to flirt with little ol’ me,” you grinned and moved closer to Louis. “How old is he?” You asked. Louis felt the warmth that was practically radiating off you and warming his own body. It caused his heart to stutter a few beats as he tried to keep his cool as he spoke. You smelled of chocolate and sunshine. Your hair was thrown every which way and pieces were missing from your braid that laid against the t-shirt with holes in it. The next was leggings that had paint stains sporadically throughout your legs and sneakers with frayed shoelaces. You weren’t trying this morning and that’s what made you all the more beautiful to Louis and Freddie.

“Do you know how old you are?” Louis asked Freddie. “How old?” He said.

Freddie held up one finger and you gasped. “No way!” You said. “I thought you were like four years old!” You shook your head. Freddie giggled and Louis wanted to know if it was appropriate to ask a girl he just met that was flirting with his one-year old for her number.

“You’re going to flirt with all the girls, aren’t you?” You asked and gently nudged Louis to the side of you with your hip and you rubbed your finger against his round little cheek. “Oh boy, you’re gonna break some hearts,” you told him as he cuddled into your hand. Smirking at his son he turned to watch your profile as you played with the baby.

Feeling his stare, you turned and realized how close you were to Louis. “I’m sorry,” you said flushing as those pretty blue eyes gazed at you longingly. It made your stomach knot. His face was scruffed with stubble and his hair was a mess of cowlicks that had not settled since he woke up with the baby. He was utterly beautiful and he smelled like mint and hairspray. He looked so snuggly and warm in his mismatched track suit and sandals on his feet. Clearly, he was here in the early morning with the baby to get a few things and you had the blessed opportunity to meet the pair.

“It’s alright,” he smirked with an eyebrow raised. “Most ladies just coo over him to get to me. You’ve barely looked at me,” he said knowingly as he placed his purchases on the belt. “It’s adorable,” he promised.

Not for lack of want.

But you listened to his statement and while you kept the baby company gaping as he showed you his new car that Louis was buying him, and you looked up at the single dad doing his best to give his son everything. “That’s sad to hear,” you frowned. “I promise I can gawk over both of you,” you said flirtatiously with a wink.

Louis tilted his head in surprise at you and clucked his tongue. “Why darling, are you flirting with myself and my son?” He wondered.

“Maybe…” you felt your cheeks warm as you put the divider after Louis’ things and placed your own groceries after. “Does your son have a number or can I use yours to get to you both?”

Shaking his head with a chuckle, he passed his phone off to you and you felt your hands shake as you typed your number into Louis Tomlinson’s phone.


Much of your first dates were spent with the baby between the two of you as you gushed over Freddie and played with him. Louis was in awe at how naturally you worked with Freddie and how readily he took to you. He truly felt full of love as he watched you cuddle with the little being he helped make.

“Can you give her a kiss?” Louis asked Freddie several dates later. He did, he placed an open-mouthed drooly kiss on your lips causing you to giggle. Freddie’s cheeks were round and rosy and Louis smiled happily. While Freddie entertained himself with his blocks, you wiped your lips off and Louis came to sit beside you, no space between your leg and his. “Was that a good first kiss?” He wondered.

“A little wetter than I expected,” you grinned but felt your cheeks warm at his line of questioning.

Louis’s eyes drooped lazily as he looked you over searching your face for a hint of anything but pureness and angelic qualities. When he came up short of nothing else, he leaned forward slowly and you closed your eyes as his lips connected with yours. One hand came up to cup your cheek and you grabbed hold of the arm that was crossing over your body as he did. He tasted as good, if not better than he looked, your lips tingled and it felt like sugar was spreading through your body all the way to your toes.

It ended when a tiny little body threw himself at you guys, halting your kiss abruptly. “Aye, lad, you got your turn!” Louis said grabbing at his son and tickling him playfully. Feeling the redness of your cheeks dissipate you joined in to tickle the baby and Louis caught your eye a few times and his lips always pulled into a wider grin.


After a lot of months, half of your belongings mixed in with Freddie’s and Louis’ you found yourself giving up your apartment to move in with your favorite boys. Louis wondered how he could have lucked out in finding you, but he tried not to question it too often. All at once, you were his home and it scared him but Lottie adored you and told Louis not to let you out of his sight. It broke his own heart, but he was scared to lose you because he felt everything he loved got ripped away from him.

He knew though, you weren’t going anywhere—you told him how much you adored him and the little one. Nonetheless, he still worried. At times, he felt like he was always complaining to you and you never got to; you had your issues, too. Mistrust, anxiety, stress, there was a reason Louis and you were a good pair. But you promised him that none of those things existed around him; while he believed you, he saw the pain in your eyes now and again. Usually after a long day at work, sometimes after you selflessly insisted you go pay attention to Freddie early in the morning, or every time a light went off in your car signifying another payment.

The stress built on Louis and made him feel terrible. He would do anything to ease your mind or life after you had done so much for him.


Shortly after it happened, Louis read that he should have gotten in a horrible fight with you before you moved in. Each couple’s article said you had to see them mad. Now he knew what that looked like and it was his fault entirely. When Louis left the apartment after that fight, he assumed you would have called Lottie to watch the baby and have hightailed it out of there with all you could carry.

It was over money and it was stupid because he insinuated he made a ton of more money than you did and you didn’t need to stress about money. Of course, it was supposed to be a good thing, but you wanted to feel equal—but you didn’t. However, you felt that even if all he said was true, he didn’t have the right to insult your job.

He felt bad and wanted to fix it but had no idea how. He imagined this mistrust, anxiety and overwhelming stress you had was not eased as he said it. Surely, you needed more than flowers to fix this one. (But he got flowers regardless.)

“Louis. You are not listening to me!” You screamed.NONE of that matters to me. I want to do my part to help and you won’t let me and then it just feels like you’re paying me to be here with Freddie!”

“SO WHAT?! You do so much for him! You should get paid for it! We don’t even deserve your help!”


“Why would you want this, love?” He waved his arm around vaguely. “Why would you want a child that’s not yours and a guy that’s lost everything there is to lose and then some? Why would you want this mess?”

“Because this is the first time I’ve felt at home in a long time. It’s not all about you, Louis,” you hissed quietly.

“Then you must be stupid,” he grumbled and marched right out the door.

Entering the apartment, he was shocked to see how clean it was and he heard bright happy music coming through the sound system. The smell of chocolate chip cookies with his mum’s recipe was flowing through the air. His heart was feeling whole again and he imagined he would be sobbing on the couch to Lottie right about now.

As he entered the living room area he found you dancing with Freddie in your arms and you were singing to him so happily. And ahh…you’re my favorite thing / Ah…all the love that you bring. Freddie was bobbing his head back and forth out of rhythm smiling brightly at his favorite lady.

But it feels like I’ve opened my eyes again / And the colors are golden and bright again / There’s a song in my heart, I feel like I belong / It’s a better place since you came along. Louis realized he had never heard you sing before and he felt in that moment he had been deprived all his life of the most beautiful sound in the entire world.

When you spun with Freddie again he gasped excitedly to see his dad. Louis smiled gently. One side of his mouth creeping up slowly on the side of his face. Your face heated up and you nuzzled against Freddie. Louis stuck the flowers out for you to take and he traded you for the baby.

The song kept playing and Louis’ heart was feeling the same way it did when you played peekaboo with Freddie in line at the grocery store all those months ago. “I thought you would be gone by now,” he murmured.

“I think we both said some things we didn’t mean.”

“Me more than you,” he muttered kissing the top of Freddie’s head that was rested on his chest. You were putting the flowers in a vase and the song was so upbeat and sweet. He knew you had it playing on purpose. Your lips moved to the words as you did your task. “Your singing is beautiful,” he said.

“That’s very kind coming from a professional singer.”

“Like everything else about you, it’s very pure.”

Peering up at him through your eyelashes you smiled gently and shook your head. “Do you get it?” You asked.

He nodded. “Love, it’s a better place since you came along,” he whispered.

Grinning, you stepped around the counter and placed the baby in his high chair before you turned to Louis again. You inched closer to him and slipped your fingers into his short feathery hair. His hands made a home for themselves in the back pockets of your jeans and he pressed his mouth against yours and pushed all the love he had for you into his lips so you could feel the happiness and pureness he felt whenever he was in the same room as you.

And when Freddie cooed and giggled at the mushiness you turned and looked at him with a smile. “Now that’s how you kiss a girl, you slobbery little thing,” you said cutely to him. Louis, breathlessly, felt himself blushing as he chuckled and everything was right again. “Louis?” You said quietly as you grabbed a handful of cheerios for Freddie and spilled them on his tray.

“Hmm?” He hummed as he watched you slowly taking in every single movement.

“Do you know I love you?” You asked.

His heart all but stopped. “What?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say it first, but you’re stubborn so I’m caving and it’s terrifying because I’d rather kill myself than be rejected, but I do love you, so very much and I don’t think you’ve felt love in a long time and I want you to know that I love you. A lot…and always,” you said and you spun from the high chair to look at him as long as you could before you felt stupid and vulnerable.

Without even noticing him move, you were yanked to Louis’ body and you swore he had never held you tighter. His arms were curled so tightly around you, you were pressed against every inch of his body. His lips found the side of your head and he pressed his lips there. “Love, I love you more than you could ever possibly know,” he whispered bravely. But it felt right—like he didn’t need to be brave anymore.

Not when it came to you.


“Grab your tissues, then click the link in my profile to watch a brand new Chloe video! ❤️ We created a tribute video filled with never-before-seen photos and videos of Chloe, sharing the highlights of her journey in honor of her adoption this weekend.”

Video /text by Hannah Shaw