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7 Things INFPs Should Stop Doing if They Want to be Successful

A lot of things determine how successful you’ll be: the career you choose to pursue; the company you keep; the things you love doing; whether you possess a burning desire to prove other people wrong. There’s no one-size-fits-all prescription. This is good, because we all define success in different ways.

For idealistic INFPs, success often means having the freedom to live a moral, beautiful, and virtuous life. Success in the conventional sense (power, prestige, money) doesn’t matter as much as pursuing your passions, expressing yourself creatively, and growing without restraint.

Unfortunately for INFPs, these idealist qualities can be difficult to manage in the real world. The career fields you are naturally suited for (the arts, counseling, education) aren’t always respected, and others may not understand the “higher goals” you seek to achieve. In work and in life, you are acutely aware that others are judging you against standards that clash with your value system, which cheapens the experience for you. Even if you are objectively successful, you might not feel it because success, for an INFP, feels like an all-or-nothing event. You are notoriously hard on yourself for not always living up to the standards you promote.

So how can INFPs feel successful and satisfied with their careers and lives? The answer lies in doing less, not more. Here are seven recommendations which could help you lead an authentically successful life, whatever your goals.

1: Stop living according to the expectations of other people

If you want to shape and live your own successful life, you will always end up disappointing someone. Parents, partners, bosses, colleagues, friends - at some point, they will all tell you to knuckle down, get a secure job, go for the promotion, or go for some other outcome that doesn’t feel right to you. Trying to meet other people’s expectations is a sure-fire way to get drained, disconnected, and lost in the crowd. INFPs experience success by focusing on their own ideals, not by becoming something they’re not.

It’s horrible to disappoint others, especially if you are wary of conflict. But remember, it is simply not in your nature to conform. You will always be much happier being true to yourself. Dare to stop living according to other people’s expectations and start living it your way instead.

2: Stop going wide (go deep)

Being successful in life has a lot to do with clarifying what really matters to you and giving those priorities the time they deserve. You have to focus, otherwise there’s a risk you will get distracted by multiple endeavors. INFPs in particular have a tendency towards the dilettante, always trying new things and getting restless easily.

While it’s great to leave the door open to new possibilities, it’s equally important to narrow the focus onto the one or two areas that you really care about. Successful people don’t experience specializing as a restriction, but as a permission to go into the depths of a goal. Whether you have a business idea, an interesting hobby, or a potential relationship that you’d like to nurture, if you are completely dedicated to it, you stand a better chance of being successful than if your attention is scattered over several playing fields.

3: Stop waiting for the perfect moment

Waiting around for the perfect timing to go after your goals is counterproductive and hostile to your success. That’s because holding out for a stars-aligning “perfect moment” is a type of procrastination; it’s a stall. As Neil Gaiman once said, “If you only write when you’re inspired you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist because you’re going to have to make your word count today and those words aren’t going to wait for you whether you’re inspired or not.” That piece of advice applies to anything. A bad job won’t get better just because you wait around for a new boss to take over. A bad relationship won’t turn into a great relationship just because you tolerate your partner’s inadequacies, giving the relationship more effort than it possibly deserves.

Procrastination is an untamed beast that rages wildly in INFPs, but the fact is, you’re going to have to work for your success. Why wait to start that journey? For tips and insights on dealing with procrastination, check out the Ted Talk from master procrastinator Tim Urban.

4: Stop believing in miracles

Believing in fate or miracles is really the desire to sweeten one of life’s bitterest lessons: that if we want something to happen, we’re going to wake up every day with purpose and make it happen. Success overnight is a myth. It involves a lot of hard work and effort.

Rare talent and extreme giftedness does not spare you from this unpalatable truth. Even Mozart went through years of rigorous, tedious practice before he became a master musician. If you want to be successful, you’re going to have to take the game of success seriously. You’ll have to go all-in at 100 percent.

5: Stop trying to control so much

Some things in your life you can control. Most of it, you can’t. That’s a difficult message for an idealist INFP to handle, since you feel compelled to make the world a better place. There’s a tendency to believe that you raise other people to your own high standards or control certain situations that simply cannot be influenced. And the frustrating thing is, you feel safe when you are in control and utterly exhausted when you are not. That sets you up for disappointment, because control does not really exist, except perhaps in the mind.

If, like many INFPs, you have a tendency to behave like a backseat driver, you probably need to work on balancing your high ideals with the realities of everyday life. You can certainly control your own independent destiny, but you can’t control people or the minutiae of situations for your own sense of safety and worth. Without resolving this conflict, you will never feel happy or successful, and you may become paralyzed and confused about what to do with your life.

6: Stop giving all your time to people who will not take you further

Motivational speaker Jim Rohn famously said that we are the average of the five people we spend the most time with. No matter how much you try to live life your own way, sooner or later, the people with whom you spend most of the time contribute to what you become.

For idealistic and value-driven INFPs, this presents a major problem. You tend to choose your friends carefully, looking for people whose values are very similar to your own. Like-minded people can certainly offer wise counsel and make you feel safe, but can you learn from people who share your views, opinions, and values? Will these people challenge your decisions or push you out of your comfort zone?

What you really need, is a connection with people with different perspectives whose ideas rub up against your own. These people can pressure-test your choices and nudge you off the path of least resistance towards a place where you where you can learn, grow and make a bigger difference.

7: Stop mistrusting your instinct

As an INFP, you instinctively know when something you’re doing feels wrong. You may not know why something is off in your life, but you definitely know that it is. This level of self-awareness is the reason why you learn so quickly, and why you are so open-minded and flexible in all aspects of your life. It’s also the reason why you feel so out of place when ploughing a path that wasn’t made for you.

The only thing that separates a successful INFP from a less-successful INFP, is that the first person figured out when she was flogging a dead horse and trusted her gut instincts enough to try something else - even if the change seemed unfamiliar and crazy. When INFPs take action, they know immediately if their instinct was right. Your intuition is a strength that can often lead to better consequences, so give it the respect it deserves.

Final Thoughts

If your life isn’t as successful as you’d like it to be right now, there’s always an alternative. You can always choose to do something else. For INFPs, that usually means living in congruence with your values. Of all the types, you have the strongest need to act authentically and will never be happy unless you are true to yourself.

Of course, there’s always the possibility that your options are discouraging - at certain points, we all face moving from one set of problems to a different set of problems, none of which are particularly exhilarating. But the fact remains, you have a choice. If you stop believing that you have a choice, you automatically become a victim and feel helpless. INFPs in particular have to be careful that their idealism does not turn against them. If it does, you will never achieve goals or make changes for fear that you will never find the “perfect” career, lifestyle, creative endeavor, or person.

Ultimately, success for INFPs depends on you finding ways to honor your deeply held values while managing the constraints of everyday life. Accepting that life is full of shortcomings and compromises is difficult when you hold such lofty ideals, but it will help you to feel more effective and fulfilled. You have plenty of success qualities - self-awareness, intuition, empathy, adaptability, curiosity, open-mindedness - how you choose to apply them, is up to you.

Slow Ride

Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…

(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)

Holy. Shit.

Seriously, how much is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind, telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.

And then he does this.

Of all things, a mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy. But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.

You can’t tear your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell. One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.

“Do you know him?” the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back, sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering your eyes.

Air. You need some air.

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The Snow Globe

by reddit user NP-CO

“Janie honey,” My mother said as we left the funeral. “That lawyer gave me a key.”

“A key?” I said.

“It seems that Aunt Tabitha left you something. Locked in a safe deposit box.”

“Really? I asked turning to my mother. “But wasn’t she poor?”

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Character Design is an important part of any movie, but few use it to map out character design as well as Howl’s Moving Castle

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this is the l o n g e s t thing i’ve ever written also it’s literally a fluff extravaganza so you’re welcome. thanks to @kidinlovewithakid for helping me on this (it would actually suck ass if she didn’t) so enjoy folks! 

feedback is very much appreciated! <3 

wc; 4644

“Y/n,” you felt someone shake your body in attempt to wake you up. You groaned and turned yourself around so you were facing the opposite side of your warm bed. “Y/n you need to get up, you’re getting married today!” the voice you now identified as Mel, your best friend and maid of honour, kept vigorously shaking you until you finally sat up. You figured they must have let themselves in earlier since you had given Mel a key to the house for emergencies.

“Guys it’s so early please let me sleep,” you mumbled, wrapping yourself up in your warm comforter again in hopes they’ll give you just 5 more minutes. It may be your wedding day, but you were still beyond tired from last night’s rehearsal dinner and you were really starting to wish you and Shawn hadn’t stayed up for 4 hours after you got home. Neither of you had been able to sleep due to nerves and excitement so you decided to stay up and watch movies until you were tired.

“Where’s Shawn?” you mumbled, noticing that the other side of the bed was already empty.  You were a little disappointed that he woke up before you, even though you aren’t supposed to see each other until the ceremony you wanted to sneak in one last moment together before the chaos started.

“He left, now get up so you can go marry my brother!” Aaliyah exclaimed, jumping onto the bed and pulling the covers off you, exposing you to the cold morning air that was coming in from the window that Mel must have opened. You sat cross legged on your bed and took a look at your bridesmaids and the two mothers standing around you waiting for you to get out of the bed so you could finally go to the outdoor field where the ceremony was taking place.  You let out a shaky breath, the realization that you were actually getting married later finally sinking in.

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anonymous asked:

I just saw your post on random facts from p&p from 2005 and I was like woah, I never noticed that!! Could you please share some other random facts cause they sound super cool!! Please and thank you!!

  • The book Elizabeth is reading in the opening shot is titled “First Impressions” which was the original title of the book, before Jane Austen changed it to Pride & Prejudice.
  • The chaos and busyness of the Bennet’s house contrasted with the cleanliness and sharpness of Netherfield.
  • The two dance scenes sharply contrasted each other to highlight the differences in their societal standings. The Meryton ball was dusty, dirty, and sweaty, whereas the Netherfield ball was elegant, clean, and sharp. 
  • Matthew MacFadyen had such poor eyesight that in the grand scene where he walks across the field towards Elizabeth, he is actually walking towards a red coat so he knew which direction to walk towards.
  • Tamzin Merchant (Georgiana Darcy) did her own piano playing for the film.
  • The differences in the costumes between the families highlights the financial gap between the Bennet’s and Caroline Bingley. The Bennet women wear gowns styled from the 1790s, and Caroline wears gowns styled from the early 1800s.
  • The “practice proposal” scene with Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy was improvised.
  • Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth’s first dance scene was shot in one take.
  • The birds that fly away in the scene by the lake after Elizabeth rejects Mr. Collin’s proposal were startled by the director yelling “Action!”.
  • The close ups of Mr. Darcy’s hand reinforces the theme of the goal to win a man’s “hand in marriage”, and alluding to the fact that Elizabeth does indeed eventually have his hand in marriage.
  • Elizabeth wears earthy colors to reiterate her down to earth personality, un-deterred by modern fashion styles.
  • The scene where Elizabeth is at Pemberley is all about her discovering Darcy has a sensitive side. She admires his appreciation for beauty, his culture, and she loves him for that.
  • The Bingley’s wealth is only a couple generations old. Caroline is so aggressive because she feels threatened by her roots.
  • The bed that Jane and Elizabeth share serves as a mirror to their relationship. They start off so close and together, then grow further apart, keeping secrets and having backs turned towards each other, then finally are together again after Bingley’s proposal.
stark over saxophones (one) - peter parker

Originally posted by mockingbbird

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter and Y/N keep nothing from one another, or so they thought. While Tony calls the shots, the two teens can’t help but keep it from each other.

Part One of Four.

Requsted: Yes!! lovely @sddonald22

Warning: language

Words: 1383

This is a four part fic I’m starting:) Inspired by @sddoland22 request!! Hope you all enjoy and it will get much fluffier as the chapters go one!!


Part Two


“Parker! Get in line up now!” your band director screamed at the top of his lungs in anguish.

Your eyes immediately flipped over to your best friends and locked stares with him, your eyes urging him over to the spot next to you. Peter’s eyes filled with fear as he dashed over to the open seat beside and sat and down in defeat.

Eyes rolling at his startled state, you hit him on the shoulder with your left hand, turning towards him, “Mr. Robin is going to murder you if you’re late for line up again,” you exaggerated.

Peter stared straight forward as he got his instrument out of the case, attempting to get it situated, “I’m sorry! I rejoined like a week ago. I’m still confused on the times!” he whisper-yelled to you, as your band director was screaming at the top of his lungs on how being late wasn’t an option.

You chuckled underneath your breath at Peter’s exasperated state and began to situate yourself for the start of practice. Peter had just rejoined band, due to his previously ‘intense , vigorous, and sudden’ internship with Tony Stark. He claimed that it was way too much pressure on him, so he quit, leaving you in the dust.

You didn’t mind, no. You knew Peter had to be keeping some kind of off the wall secret due to the fact you absolutely knew Tony had nothing to do with this 'so called’ internship. Tony was too busy situating everyone else’s lives around, there’s no way he had time for an internship program. Even though you hadn’t spoken to Tony directly since he offered you your suit. But, more on that later.

Anyway, Peter had to be intently hiding something from you and everyone around in his life. Peter has been attached at your hip since day one, and you the same. You two told each other everything that occurred in your lives, whether it be exciting, downgrading, or upsetting. You told each other anything and everything.

Well, maybe not everything. But again, more on that later.

It’s not like you were enraged and detached with Peter, you were more worried about him than anything else. His sudden vanishes in the middle of class, the straight to voicemail phone calls you would receive every day, and the always constant void look he gives off to the side when someone would carry one a conversation with him. You had desperately wanted to ask what was up with him, but you vowed against it, not wanting to stress about a little time apart from your best friend.

But everything was falling back into place now. Peter had rejoined band a week ago, his mind was no longer wandering off into different places of the scenario, and you two were back to being closer than ever.



“Okay, water break! Ten minutes then be back on the field!”

Your chest heaved another deep sigh as you tore your mouth away from the saxophone. The slight breeze wasn’t enough to hit home for the sweat beads to stop running down your forehead. You placed your instrument on the chair and grabbed your water bottle and walked over the fountain. Everyone around you was milling around happily, getting the chance to discuss things with their friends before having to go back out and practice.

Where was your friend?

Your head immediately turned to look around your stagnant figure, eyes squinting in the afternoon sun to search for Peter. All you came in contact with was a group of girls, people sitting on bleachers, and an empty field. You sighed and twisted the cap back on your water bottle before taking a swig. Your body cooled down instantly at the cool touch down your dry throat.

How could one person fly that fast off a football field? And besides that, where would he have to go?  

But your mind was completely interrupted with the immediate action that had to take place in the next five minutes.

Fuck. You totally forgot about the meeting you had with Tony tomorrow, during band practice. The memory of the previous and bothersome conversation with Tony you had two days ago outside of third period flashed through the front of your mind in a hazy blur.

“Mr. Stark, I have band practice Wednesday afternoon. Could we do it that night?” you pleaded to your new close confidant in a quiet manner, making sure you don’t cause too much noise outside your classroom.

Tony’s scratchy yet intimidating voice rang through your ears in an annoyed manner, “Mrs. Y/L/N, I don’t reckon that seem to be arguing with me…?” he questioned, the tense sound in his voice causing you to sigh deeply in defeat.

“No, Mr. Stark, I apologize. I’ll be there at two,” you agreed, reaching up to rub your temples in stress and worry, already wondering what in the hell you were going to tell your band director.

“Good! See you then!” he snarkily responded back before ending the call.

God, this is going to be awful. Your band director was fucking insane. He never took no for answer, and you weren’t about to be the one to piss him off. Your mind ran with thoughts on how you were going to let the lie slip through your nervous lips.

“Mr. Robin, I’m sorry to bother you, but I won’t be at practice tomorrow, I have to feed my dog.”

“If you don’t see me at practice tomorrow, I’m having my kidney removed.”

“Tony Stark needs me for a very important meeting so I can save Queens from ample crime, that’s why I won’t be here tomorrow.”

Dammit, this is going to be a pisser.


Peter hang up the phone with Tony and made his way back to the field. Everyone was milling around as he appeared from the back of the fence as casually as he possibly could. He didn’t mean to leave so quickly and leave you there alone, but he had to take the call from Tony. What if he needed him for another 'retreat’? There was no possible way he could pass on that! But, he didn’t need him for a retreat. He wanted to see him in a meeting tomorrow night at seven.

Peter’s eyes grew with excitement as Tony discussed the plan over the phone. He finally, finally called him first and actually wanted him for something. Peter’s excitement grew minute by minute as soon as he hung up the phone, the world actually blessing him for once when Tony said the words “Seven” and “P.M.”. A breathless sigh released from him as he realized he wouldn’t have to miss band. Mr. Robin would’ve ringed his neck at the comment of Peter flaking once again.

Relief flooded his demeanor as he made way back to his seat. He sat down, the vacancy of your spot catching his attention. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyes wandering around the gigantic area in search of your figure. He skated over the bleachers, then the open area by the gym, and then to the front of the field, spotting you. He glanced over your body that was standing a foot away from Mr. Robin’s. Your hands clasped together in a pleading manner, your eyes squinted in regret.

What the hell?

He couldn’t make out the words pouring from your pretty lips, but he could sense and clearly notice Mr. Robin’s furious demeanor. Weariness flooded his veins as he watched your encounter carefully.

“I DON’T CARE IF YOU HAVE LEAVE TOWN. YOU MADE A COMMITMENT TO SOMETHING AND NOW YOU’RE WALKING AWAY FROM IT?” Mr. Robin’s anger flowing out of mouth and hit your face with guilt. Peter’s heart ached at the sight of your weary figure and felt guilty all over again.

“I know, and I’m really sorry, Mr. Robin! I just have to leave for one day!” you pleaded back, eyebrows scrunching in fear and brain flooding with lies.

Peter’s mind wondered, what were you doing as to where you had to miss band? You never missed band. You would leave something extremely important just to be able to make it to band on time. This was odd, and completely unlike you.

Whatever you had to do was something extremely paramount, and he was going to find out.

In A Moment

An Avengers Series

Character Pairing: Bucky x Steve x Reader (Platonic for now)

Word Count: 692

Warnings: Angst, injury, blood, character death. Eventual love triangle, smut, and more angst.

A/N: I opened up a blank word document to start a request that I have but this came out instead! I’m excited and nervous for this! Hopefully everyone likes it, feedback is always welcome! (and I promise I am getting to the requests I have in my inbox! I haven’t forgotten about you my loves!)

Originally posted by oriondiary


You had never really thought about how you were going to die. Being an assassin, you were supposed to be the killer, not the one who was being killed.

You fell to your knees, gasping for air. Falling to your back in the wet grass, you stared at the night sky. You brought your hand up and wrapped it around the hilt of the black dagger that was protruding from your chest. If it wasn’t you lying on the ground, you would be superbly impressed with the accuracy. It was a critical hit. You dropped your hand back down to the ground. You closed your eyes and made a mental checklist of your stats.

A lung was collapsed for sure. Breathing was becoming more and more difficult. You tasted the metallic tang of blood in your mouth. Internal bleeding, most likely from your esophagus being nicked. It was also worrying that you couldn’t feel the blade in your chest. The area around the wound was numb. Come to think of it, you couldn’t feel your left arm at all. You told your brain to move it, but nothing happened. You slowly rolled your head to the side and opened your eyes. Well your arm was still there, so you had another bad sign to add to the list. Numb limbs.  

You coughed and watched as bright red blood spewed out of your mouth. You turned your head back to look at the sky again. The stars were pretty tonight. The moon was also extremely bright. Looking back, that is probably how you were seen. The moonlight probably reflected off the various weapons strapped to your body as you ran through the field.

The blade had hit you out of nowhere. One minute you were running back to the safe house after completing your task at hand and the next minute, you were stopped dead in your tracks by an exploding pain in your chest. Ha, dead… poor choice of words.

You were fighting to keep your eyes open. You just wanted to slee… No! You needed something to think about…


You two had grown close over the last year. Too bad you hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him how you felt. At first, you and he couldn’t stand the sight of each other. After he had come out of cryo, he struggled with his emotions. You had always seemed to get the anger portion. One day, you both were running on the treadmills in the training room in comfortable silence. Then he had looked over at you and pressed the button to up his speed on the machine. Not to be outdone, you increased yours. This little competition went on until he finally called uncle and stepped off the belt. He had smiled at you, you returned it… a friendship had been formed.

You, Steve and Bucky had become a unit. The three of you could communicate on missions without even saying a word. The captain, the soldier and the assassin.

You blinked rapidly as you felt the tears forming in your eyes. Funny that you weren’t crying over dying… you were crying because this was going to be hell for Bucky and Steve.

A sound broke the silence of the night. Your brain was getting hazy, but you were pretty sure that was helicopter blades. You slammed your eyes shut as a blinding spotlight landed on you. The darkness behind your eyelids was welcoming. You tried to pry them back open when you heard yelling, but found that you just didn’t have the energy too.

“Cap! Is it her?” a man’s voice shouted over the blades whooshing in the air.

You felt a hand on the side of your neck, pressing into the pulse point below your ear.

“Please be alive… please be alive,” you heard Steve chanting above you. You desperately wanted to give him some indication that you were but your energy was fading fast.

You had been trained to not fear death; to welcome it. But in that moment, as you surrendered yourself to the darkness that was consuming you…

You didn’t want to die.  

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For The Pack

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Roman Reigns/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Happy almost New Year, everyone! And happy Thirst Party Saturday! I give you, my first attempt at an A/B/O installment, involving wrestlers who played football and looked damn nice doing so. Tagging the usual suspects, @tox-moxley, @hardcorewwetrash and @oraclegazes! Enjoy!

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I Must Have Done Something Good (One Shot)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: The Sound of Music is the film of the week at Avengers movie night and it gets Bucky a little choked up. Fluff.

WC: 1150

A/N: This idea has been swirling around in my head since I watched this movie a few weeks ago. My brain immediately went to Bucky for this song. Sorry it’s not super well executed, but I wanted to get this idea out. Here is the scene from the movie if you haven’t seen it or need a reminder. Please note I’m not doing tags anymore.

Originally posted by luxe-pauvre

Movie night at the Avengers compound was becoming a favorite weekly tradition for Bucky Barnes. He loved finally feeling like part of a team and he loved seeing how far movie making had come in the past 70 years.

He found a comfy spot in the last row of seats in the screening room. A corner of solitude for him to peacefully enjoy the next two hours and far enough back to not get stuck in a Rhodey-Tony popcorn fight like last time.

A few of his new teammates shuffled into the rows in front of him as he wondered what had been picked. The subject, time period, and quality of each movie varied from week to week and all were picked by various members of the team to help Bucky and Steve “catch up.”

“God, I hope Clint didn’t pick this one.” Bucky thought to himself

The last two movies from Hawkeye had been bizarre B movies that had left Bucky more confused and bored than ever. They were cult classics according to Clint.

Bucky preferred older films, the ones he missed right after he went off to war. They felt familiar like an old sweater you forgot about until you pulled it out of storage for the season.

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Our Song

Summary: School playboy, and jock Jungkook is the last person you’d expect to be a soulful musician, but everybody has their secrets.

Jungkook x Reader, fluff, maybe a little smutty later on if you want??

masterlist here

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girl squad character aesthetics

eva mohn: fairy lights hanging above the bed, polaroids scattered on freshly cleaned sheets, crumbling flower crowns, rain drumming against the window, sinking into the couch after a long day

noora saetre: moonlight sinking into water, secretive glances from opposite sides of a room, hot tea latte in an oversized mug, matte red lipstick, the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat

chris berg: rolling down a green hill, the smell of freshly baked cookies through an open window, melting ice cream dripping down your hand, an evergreen tree standing in the snow

sana bakkoush: whispered secrets late at night, the gleam of light reflected on sunglasses, stormy waves of the ocean at night, scented candles, a fresh layer of paint over bare walls 

vilde hellerud: sunflowers blooming in an open field, the pounding of your feet against the asphalt when running, bursts of laughter that takes you by surprise, wearing fluffy socks when it’s cold, the stillness of empty streets at dawn

Hero? No Need.

Originally posted by nooowestayandgetcaught

Requested by anonymous:

“Do you think you would ever write for Reggie Mantle?? I know he is no Jughead, but Ja'dore 😍. If you did do you think that you could do one where the reader and Cheryl are Bffs and they grew up hanging out with Reg. But since high school things are different. Maybe he stands up to Chuck? I don’t know, but I would appreciate it. You really have a talent and I love you 😘😘”

Warnings: Fluff, swearing 

Notes: This gif makes me laugh lmao but yes I love Reggie!!! I’m so sad Ross isn’t playing him in season 2 and that we haven’t gotten to see his character develop :( x

“Are you here yet?” 

“I’m walking in to school now.”

“Would you hurry your virgin ass up?” Cheryl huffed which caused *yn* to roll her eyes but still smile slightly at her all too predictable best friend.

“Would you relax your tyrannical ass Cher? I’ll be two minutes tops.” *yn* teased, hanging up before Cheryl could get another snarky remark in. 

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Let Go [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: I know I’m supposed to be doing a lot of stuff but this came out of nowhere….

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Death and broken dreams

Word Count: 1429

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When you were a little girl, you always imagined what your life would be like in the future. Your curious, naive eyes would see a fair maiden who looked so much like you, with a radiant smile painted on her lips. She lived in a beautiful cottage in the country, away from the starless sky of the city, away from the monotonous sounds invading her ears and away from the monsters that wore sheep’s clothing. Somehow the sun was always bright, there wasn’t a droplet of rain anywhere yet the flowers still grew as if it had been fed all the water in the world.

There would be a man beside her, so handsome and humble one could mistake him for a prince taken out of the pages of the storybook your mother used to read to you every night. He was as vibrant as her, so much so that he seemed to emanate a faint glow. He always stayed by her no matter where she went. You couldn’t have one without the other. Their eyes sparkled with the light of infinite galaxies when they looked at each other. And when they smiled? No words could describe the happiness on their face. It may not be seen at times but it could always be felt.

And they loved each other. Oh how they loved each other dearly. The very symbol of their love would be running in the fields by their cottage as they watched, as happy as could be.

That was what you wanted your future to be. The future of your dreams, something peaceful and perfect in every way. The perfect life.

But life… life wasn’t like that. Life wasn’t perfect.

In fact, life was the very opposite of dreams.

You knew you shouldn’t have had such an ambitious dream because what you dreamed of, life gave you the opposite.

“J-Jason.” you gasped when you saw the blur that you somehow recognized as your boyfriend’s unmistakable face, “Jason, I-I–”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Jason whispered, cradling your body in his arms, “It’s going to be okay.” His words could barely be heard over the harsh drumming of the rain. You shook your head as you broke down crying.

It was a mission gone wrong. You weren’t meant to be there in the first place, you weren’t part of the plan so the plan couldn’t protect you no matter how much you or Jason wanted it to. It was your own damn fault so you simply paid for it, but that didn’t mean you wanted it.

“N-No, it’s not.” you uttered, “I-It hurts Jason, it hurts so much.” Your voice cracked as you tried to sooth the pain on your torso and it broke Jason’s heart entirely.

“Hey, hey [F/N],” Jason had a lump stuck in his throat and tears in his eyes but he refused to let himself cry, “Everything’s going to be alright.” When you continued on weeping, Jason held your face in his hands and said, “[F/N]. [F/N], you have to listen to me. I… I will make sure everything will be alright–” you tried to turn away but he held you in place, “–[F/N], love, I promise you. I swear that it will work out. You’ve got to trust me, okay? Just…” he closed his eyes tightly before opening them again but his voice wavered as he said the next few words, “just trust me.”

Through the pain that burdened you, you managed to nod. You tried to keep your eyes on him but your fear only grew when your vision began darkening and you slowly lost sight of the man you fell in love with. Your breath began to quicken, alarming the man holding you in his arms.

“[F/N]? [F/N], focus on me–”

“I-I can’t.” you confessed in a panicked voice. “Jason, I c-can’t see you anymore, I can’t see–I can’t–” You began to cry again as the reality of it all fell onto your shoulders. You were going to die and there was nothing to do about it. You were going to die in a dirty, infested alleyway as a disgrace.

“T-This isn’t how m-my life was supposed to be.” you sobbed, shaking your head weakly.

“Then… then tell me, tell me what you wanted it to be like.” Jason requested gently, sniffing, trying to do anything to distract you from your pain.

You closed your eyes as you tried to regain that imaginative vision you had as a child. Swimming through your mind, you managed to find a piece of the dream you had. You held it close to your heart and brought it up to the surface and allowed yourself to be lied to one last time.

With a shuddering breath, you began in a voice that could be lost in the wind, “I would be living in a cottage… surrounded by nothing but… green fields and meadows of flowers. I would be free from any expectations and free of life’s restraints.” You gasped for breath.


“By my side,” you struggled to continue, “by my side would be… the love of my life, the man I would have my child with. The same child running through the fields.”

“A-And is that man me?” your boyfriend inquired, trying to lighten up the mood despite this very dark time. It made you laugh, but coming out from your mouth at your state, it was more of a wheeze. Still, through your blood and tears, you smiled.

Yes.” you said in a hushed voice, “Yes, the love of my life… Jason Peter Todd.” You closed your eyes. “Jason. My Jason.” You heard Jason laugh quietly though it sounded utterly helpless.

“Jason?” you murmured. Your lover hummed in response and softly stroked your hair in the loving manner he always adored doing whenever you two were alone. “I-I’m tired, but I don’t want to leave.”


“I-I’m so scared of leaving you.” you muttered, feeling the tears appear again. “I don’t want to leave you.” The droplets of rain felt cold against your skin but you swore some of them were strangely warm.

“Just let go.” you heard Jason murmur into your ear in a voice that sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “It’s okay to let go. I’ll–” he swallowed that lump in his throat and willed himself to be strong, “I’ll be okay.”

You can let go.” He forced the words out of his mouth in a slightly unsteady voice. “You can be free.


You closed your eyes and relaxed, letting go of whatever hold you had on life. The last thing you felt were shaky lips gently kissing your forehead.

When you opened your eyes again, you were standing in a field greener than any imaginative mind could’ve thought of. The sun generously poured its rays on every object in its domain and in the distance, you spotted a beautiful cottage sitting on the horizon.

The very sight made you smile.

Jason Todd had dreams. He had many and he knew none would be fulfilled. It was the inevitable formula of life’s many fuckeries.

But when he met you? He knew something would go wrong yet he still went for it anyway.

You were… a beauty in his eyes. You might not have been beautiful to others, but to him you were a goddess that he didn’t deserve. Your kindness and selfless heart was a sheer contrast to him and this very cruel, unforgiving Earth you two stood upon. Your smile was was brighter than any star and what he saw in your eyes wasn’t a mere sparkle, it was the entire universe all bundled up into two gorgeous orbs.

He cherished you more than he cherished anything in his pathetic life which really wasn’t much to begin with.

The more he was with you and the more he received your love, the deeper he fell in love with you. He fell in love not just with your personality, but with your little habits and cute faces you made alone. He fell in love with what you saw as flaws but what he saw as just more of you to love.

He used to think that his dream was to spend his entire life with his significant other, but that wasn’t his dream. You were his dream.

But he knew that as long as he kept living, he would never get that dream.

Because as we all would eventually learn, life was the very opposite of dreams.

Jersey, oh how I love you. / G.D

Requested: Yes

Summary: Grayson’s takes you to Jersey with him and shows you around. You both end up saying your first ‘I love you’.

Word Count: 1,799

Warnings: FLUFF

Grayson Dolan x Reader



Your eyes scanned over his sleeping body, the light shinning through the window landing right on his tanned body. Light snores we’re escaping his mouth and his hair was sprawled out across his forehead. Your petite fingers brushed his hair away from his closed eyes, a small forming on your face.

You loved Grayson, but you didn’t have the guts to say it. You two have been together for over a year now and you were currently in New Jersey visiting his family. You’ve met them before but you stayed in California most of the time.

Grayson shuffled underneath your body, pulling you out of your thinking. You looked down and saw his eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning.” You whispered, rubbing your thumb across his cheek.

“Good morning, baby.” He hummed.

Grayson’s hands found their way to the small of your back, his long fingers slowly rubbing small shapes. You laid your head down beside his and listened as the birds chirped outside, something you found very soothing. Yours eye traveled up to Grayson’s face, peppering light kisses across his jawline, smiling when you felt him grip your back.

He sighed, “I need to show you around Jersey today.”

“Good, it’s a beautiful day and even though I don’t mind, I don’t want to lay in bed with you all day.”

Grayson’s laugh shook your body. Pushing yourself up, you threw your legs over the side of the bed, stretching your arms out. You walked into the bathroom, running your fingers through your hair. Grayson walked in and left a kiss on the top of your head.

“We’re gonna go to this good breakfast dinner.” You nodded your head and finished getting ready.

Grayson opened the passenger door to his truck, giving your ass a grab as you got in. You slapped his arm and hoped in, buckling yourself up. Grayson jogged around and got in, his hand immediately finding your thigh.

You both were wearing Adidas Joggers and sweatshirts. You and Grayson talked about Jersey until he pulled into a diner, giving you his million dollar smile. You laced your hand with his as you both walked in, getting a table outside.

You watched as Grayson’s eyebrows furrowed together as he studied the menu, something that you found very cute. The way his forehead creased and you know that if you tried to have a conversation he would give you short answers. Your found their way up to his hair, causing you to smile at the way the beanie pushed his hair back. His hairline always intrigued you, you’ve told him before that he looks like Dracula with it.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your waitress showed up. You both ordered pancakes, something that you found to love after living with the twins.

“I’m so excited to show you mine and E’s swim hole.” Grayson chirped, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Buts it’s windy and cold.” You groaned.

“That makes it more fun.” Grayson winked, his eye immediately landing on the plate full of pancakes he ordered.

After eating, Grayson took you to a nearby store and bought you a bathing suit, which you told him you weren’t down to swim but he insisted. You groaned as Grayson took a detour down a dirt road which immediately turned into a backroad.

“I hate the woods.” You murmured, as Grayson took down little trees and branches.

Pulling the truck up into a open field, Grayson turned off the truck and ordered you to put on your bathing suit. You glanced around and decided to get dressed outside since no one was here. You tossed your clothes into the truck and shivered.

“Gray, its super cold.” You mumbled, walking over to Grayson’s side of the truck.

Grayson handed you his sweatshirt which you gladly threw onto your body. You snuggled into Grayson’s body while he finished his call with Ethan.

“Here, jump on my back.”

Standing on the seat, you wrapped your arms around Grayson’s neck, kicking the door shut with your foot. Grayson wrapped his arms around your thighs as he led you down a trail.

“Where is this swimming hole at?” You groaned.

“Baby, we’ve only been walking for two minutes, we’re almost there and to be exact, they’re called the Pots.”

You stayed quiet until Grayson came up to a bunch of little swimming holes and a huge waterfall. Your mouth dropped open at the beautiful scene in front of you. Grayson gently let you down, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Okay, i’m being serious when I say follow every foot step that I take.”

You nodded your head and shed off his sweatshirt, lacing your fingers with his as he took you down a rock. Grayson slowly led you down the Pots until coming up to this big rock slide.

“Are we sliding down that?” You squeaked.

“Yeah, baby!” Grayson cheered, sitting down on the rock, sliding into the water.

You sat your shaking body down onto the cold rock, grimacing at the cold water rushing against your feet. Grayson’s head popped out of the water, shaking his wet hair to the side.

“Come on, baby.”

You breathed out, pushing yourself down the rock, immediately feeling his hands wrap around your body. You surfaced up, feeling Grayson’s lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss as his plump lips danced with yours. Your hands ran through his damp hair, lightly tugging at the strands.

Grayson pulled back, his breath fanning your face. “Baby, don’t start. I’m not going to fuck you here, I don’t want you to get a cold.”

You laugh against his neck, leaving light kisses there. Grayson grabbed your ass and swam away from you. You rolled your eyes and carefully pulled yourself out the water, earning a whistle from Grayson due to your ass eating your bottoms.

Grayson climb out of the swim hole, wrapping his index fingers around your bottoms, pulling them out. You blushed and followed Gray up the hill, carefully stepping. You grabbed his sweatshirt and pulled it over your body. Gray squatted down so you could get on his back. Your hands found their way around his neck once more, peppering his cheek with kisses.

“Thank you for taking me here.” You whispered.

“I’ll bring you back when it’s warmer. I don’t want you sick.” He mumbled, giving you a quick glance.

You smiled and enjoyed nature as he took you back to the truck. You quickly got undressed from the damp bathing suit and put your clothes back on, turning on the heat. You turned your head and blushed at the sight of Gray’s wet body.

His eyes locked with yours, a smirk plastered across his face as he sent you a wink. You laughed and shook your head, screenshotting the picture of you two on his snapchat.

“Where are we going now?” You quizzed, plugging your phone up to the aux.

“Well,” Grayson shifted his truck into drive, “it’s about dinner time now, so i’m going to take you to mine and E’s favorite restaurant.”

You nodded your head and turned on your favorite song, belting the lyrics to Grayson as he focused on the road. His hand found its way to yours, lacing his long fingers with your petite ones. He lifted your hand up to his mouth, leaving a kiss on the back of your hand, making a blush creep onto your face.

“I know I should wait an say this but, I don’t think I can.” You turned an looked at Grayson whose eyes were fixated on the road, “I- I love you.”

“Y-You what?” You choked out.

“I love you. You’re everything I could ever want. You make me happy and I’m glad I can experience life with you. I hope I can spend the rest of my life with you as well. I truly love you.”

Grayson pressed on the brakes, turning his head toward you. You leaned in, placing your hand on his cheek.

“And I love you, Grayson.”

A smile spread across Grayson’s face as you placed your lips onto his. You pulled back and gave his hand a squeeze as he continued to drive.

The ride to the restaurant was silent, but a comfortable silence. Grayson pulled into an Italian restaurant. You quickly got out due to being extremely hungry. Your hand laced with his as you both walked inside, getting a table in the back.

“This is nice.” You hummed, grabbing a menu.

“I love it.” Grayson mumbled.

You pulled out your phone and took a picture of Grayson while he was busy talking to you.

Before he could say anything the waiter came back and you both ordered. Grayson picked up his glass and motioned for you to pick yours up.

“Here’s to the first 'I love you’ and hopefully many more.” You smiled and clinked your cup with his.

You both are in silence and shared a couple of laughs because Grayson was a messy eater. He always smacked when he ate and you told him to quit but he did it as a joke now.

“You ready to go sleep?” Grayson leaned back in his chair, a yawn escaping his lips.

“Yes.” You took one last sip of your drink.

Grayson paid and headed out to the truck with you following close behind.

“I call aux!” he yelled getting into the drivers side.

You just laughed and got in, buckling yourself up. Grayson bumped all the way back to his house.

“I’m so ready to sleep.” You groaned unbuckling yourself.

Grayson agreed and jogged up to the front porch with you trailing behind.

“How was it?” Ethan asked as soon as you stepped inside.

You smiled up at Grayson. “It was amazing.”

“Oh my god, you two didn’t have sex did you?”

“No! I was going to but it was too cold!” Gray answered, shoving his brother.

You rolled your eyes and made your way upstairs to his room, falling onto his bed. You pulled the covers over your body and waited till Gray got into bed.

“Shut up, Ethan! We’re not going to have sex tonight! Mom, Dad, and Cameron are home!”

“So you would have sex if I was here?! That’s disgusting!”

“Shut up, Ethan!”

Grayson shut his door and let out a huge sigh, mumbling 'I hate him’ as he made his way to the bed. You felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling your body into his.

“I had fun today.” He whispered.

“I did too.”

You traced shapes on the back of his hand as he left delicate kisses against your shoulders. Everything about this moment was perfect to you. He was perfect.

“I love you.” His raspy voice boomed.

“I love you, Grayson.”


Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

“Laying in bed, Taehyung’s mind skimmed over the events from today, always pausing to think about the extremely pretty girl who was staring at him earlier. He was determined to find out who she was, she wasn’t getting away so easily.”

Genre: Fluff | Angst
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 1528

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 Therapist!Negan x Reader

A/N: *sharply inhales* HERE WE GO! This is the last part of Therapy. I thought of this idea, and I’m really nervous to post it because I’m not quite sure if it’s what people might expect. Keep in mind there is a huge plot twist, and it does get kind of dark in the end. Oh gosh, I am nervous to post this but I do hope you guys enjoy the chapter! It is intense, and full of angst. xx I am going to be catching up on fics within the next few days, but the next thing I’m posting is Chapter 21 of Why I Love :)  I’ve got one more challenge piece, then I promise I’m pumping out requests. 

Tags: SMUT - TW: attempted sexual assault, suicide, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship, blackmail, angst, stalking ** I am not promising a happy ending please don’t hate me for that lol 

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Originally posted by mypapawinchester


Tick, tock, tick, tock… 

The grandfather clock marked off each passing second, its lonely sound echoing in the quiet foyer. The dim light that hovered above the entrance reflected off the glass panel and painted a soft yellow light on your arm. 

This felt strange

Stepping away from the front door, you were going to follow the path down the narrow hallway until you saw something out of the corner of your eye that caught your attention. 

On the blank wall near the staircase was a single photo hanging all by itself. You shifted your footing towards the stairs, climbing up a few steps up until you found yourself facing the sweet portrait before you. 

Enclosed around the black wooden frame, was a photograph of a younger Negan looking devilishly handsome in a tuxedo. He was clean shaven, sporting a head full of luscious, dark hair while resting his arm over the shoulder of a well-built, moustachioed man. 

Standing next to that man was a woman in a gorgeous wedding dress. The train cascaded down like an avalanche of snow with its ends trailing along the grassy field that tainted the mesmerising white. Her exceptional beauty radiated straight from the photo and nearly knocked the wind out of you. 

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Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Epilogue)

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Epilogue – Tomorrow is Now

Edinburgh, 13 years ago

“Close your eyes.” Jamie insisted, whispering in her ear. “Dinna be a wee cheater, Sassenach. You’ll spoil the surprise.”

“I’m not cheating!” Claire declared, irritated. “I’m just worried I’ll fall on my face, that’s all.”

“Don’t ye worry.” She could hear the obvious smile in his voice. “I’d still love ye - even with a crocked nose.”

“How magnanimous of you.” She puffed, walking slowly with the guidance of his hand on her arm. “Are we there yet?”

“Yes.” Jamie surprised her by kissing her lips and then removing the blockage of her hands from her eyes. “Tell me what ye think.”

They were standing in an empty apartment, the big windows harnessing enough of the afternoon light to make the wood boards on the floor look like decadent fields of gold.

“It’s very…” Claire licked her lips, looking for an appropriate word to say, noticing his expectant demeanour. “Empty.”

“Ach.” He clicked his tongue and opened his arms, a big grin forming on his lips. “That is only a matter of buying the right furniture for it. But do ye like it?”

“I – yes.” She looked around, noticing the wide kitchen bench and the freshly painted walls. “It’s lovely, really. But why are we here?”

“Well,” Jamie hugged her by the waist and pressed his forehead against hers, his voice sounding like the sheltering roar of the earth underneath her feet. “I was hoping you could make it my home, if you married me.”


Edinburgh, 1 year in the future

“Lady Jane!” Joe thundered, as he saw her striding next to a patient’s gurney, accompanying him to the recovery ward after a long surgery. “I barely recognized you, girl! You look all tanned and sparkly. How was Jamaica?”

“Hot.” Claire laughed, watching the corners of his mouth twitch in a devilish grin. “I meant the weather was very warm, you naughty man.” Noticing that his smile didn’t fade away, but was only enhanced by significant movements of his eyebrows that made him look like a crazy cartoon, she smiled and conceded. “Well, that too.”

“I had no doubt!” Her friend laughed openly, sounding like an amused bear. “I have seen you with your Scot enough to know that, any tropical storm in the area, was probably caused by you two going at it.”

“Oh, stop!” She playfully smacked him in the arm, her cheeks throbbing with heat. “How is everything here?”

“Same old, same old.” Joe replied with a sudden strange attempt at nonchalance. “You haven’t been at the nurses’ desk yet, have you?”

“No.” Claire furrowed her brows. “I was a bit late this morning because of…reasons,” She ignored his smirk. “And went straight to the OR to the kidney transplant. Shall I go there now?”

“No!” The man said vehemently, grabbing her elbow and steering her towards the cafeteria. “I’m that hungry. Shall we go for some dinner?”

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, Joe.” Claire gave him a questioning look. “What are you trying to hide?”

“Nothing, LJ.” He shook his head, patting her shoulder in a reassuring manner. “You know my stomach didn’t come with a built-in clock. I’m more of a “eat whenever you’re hungry” type of guy.”

“What is in the nurses’ desk that you don’t want me to see?” She halted and crossed her arms, offering him a disarming look, suitable for young children misbehaving with their soup. “Spill it, Joe. We both know I’ll find out soon enough.”

“Fine!” Joe threw his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. “I was just trying to spare you. But please, Lady Jane, you need to keep it cool. I’m sure he had the best possible intentions…”

Before Joe was able to complete his sentence, Claire was already sliding past him and marching in the direction of the nurses’ area. As soon as she became visible making a turn on the corridor, two nurses jumped from their seats – they had been whispering with their heads together, looking at something – and stood like two soldiers on a parade, their hands hidden behind their backs, blushing madly.

“So,” Claire smiled pleasantly, taking off her surgical cap and brushing the mad riot of curls, eager to finally be wild and free after so much time in confinement, like eels on a barrel. “What is going on here?”

“Doctor Fraser.” The younger nurse saluted her, looking slightly out of breath. “So good to see you. How was your honeymoon?”

“Fine, Nurse Hawkins.” She nodded, tapping her fingers on the counter in an evident display of impatience. Both nurses looked at her hand like disciplined cats, fascinated by the repeated movement. “There seems to be some kind of disturbance taking place here. I want to know what is going on.”

“LJ…” Joe started, trying to block her vision from the nurses. She gave him a look so dark and dangerous that he immediately retroceded to her side.

“Let’s hear it.” Claire repeated, glancing at the nurses under her lashes and placing all her imaginary coins on the beat of Mary Hawkins breaking in seconds under pressure – too bad it was only the casino of her mind, because it was a smashing jackpot.

“We were just looking at it, Doctor Fraser.” Mary explained in a high pitched voice, slightly stammering. “We meant no disrespect. It’s a beautiful work and such a good cause.”

“Give it to me!” She demanded, reaching out with her open palm. Slowly but surely, Mary Hawkins delivered her the source of all the ruckus.

It was a calendar commissioned by the Fire Department, sold to raise funds for a new Burn Centre and to support the widows and children of fallen firefighters. The calendar was illustrated with photographs of gorgeous men in the corporation – and front and centre, occupying almost two thirds of the cover, was James Fraser. He had been photographed sitting in a chair of the headquarters, naked from the waist up, the suspenders of his loose equipment trousers falling along his hips. His hair was tousled and he looked like he had just arrived from a massive fire, finally relaxed and at ease – except his eyes were playing with the camera, teasing of his secrets, undoubtedly igniting other flames on the belly of any woman looking at it.

“Oh.” Claire said in excitement, her finger absentmindedly caressing his exposed chest. “It’s finally out!”

“You knew about this?” Joe asked, gobsmacked. “That your husband is featuring in a steamy calendar, which probably will be the erotic fantasy of every female in the Edinburgh area?”

“Of course.” She raised a brow. “Who do you think took the photo?”


“Hmmm. Don’t stop!” Claire moaned, her toes curling in pleasure. “That is definitely the spot, Jamie. Keep going!”

“Hmpf.” Jamie snorted from the other extremity of the bed, skilfully massaging the sole of her foot. “Yer wee noises are making my cock ache, Sassenach. If it’s really yer foot ye want me to massage, best ye stop.”

“Again?” She smiled lazily, watching as his knuckles applied pressure on her battered points. “We did it this morning, already. And twice last night.”

“It’s fortunate there’s not a limit to it, then.” He bit her big toe making her yelp, as his hands went on to rub her calf. “Even when I’m still inside ye, I’m already missing ye.”

“How many love letters did you receive today?” Claire asked, nudging him with her free foot. “I’m expecting the mailman already knows your name by heart.”

“They are more lust letters.” Jamie sighed, letting go of her leg and stretching next to her in bed, playing with her curls. “About a dozen or so. Apparently there is another man called James Fraser in this area who has been receiving some by mistake – he is sixty and dinna understand why all of the sudden so many women were sending him photos in their undergarments and making indignant advances on him by mail.”

“Lucky man.” Claire laughed. “May your success serve him well.”

“Ye ken what day is it today?” He stroked her small, pointy, ear and temple, gluing their bodies together.

“I do.” She kissed the tip of his jaw, feeling the small stubble prickling her lips like fresh grass. “Fourteen years ago we were married for the first time.”  

“Aye.” He kissed her mouth, tasting her lower lip, the pressure of his teeth just enough to make her moan against him. “I have a wee present for ye.”

He retrieved a small package from his nightstand and she unwrapped it, kissing him amidst the confusion of paper and ribbon. It was a custom made blue surgical cap, clearly designed for her, with a forget-me-not embroidered on the side and underneath it, printed after his own handwriting, the words “Da mi basia mille”.

“It’s beautiful, Jamie.” She said in a husky voice, a knot forming on her throat – it was always disarming to realize how much he knew her and appreciated her. “I - I have something for you too.” Claire added slowly.

“Aye?” He smiled, so tender and alight that her body was immediately blazing just to see it. His eyes shone blue and knowing, with a hint of mischief hidden in the deepest pools of blue sea.

“You know, don’t you?” Claire realized, their noses almost touching - their eyes so close they could plunge into each other without taking another breath. Slowly, like a dance learnt in another life and scripted into their DNA for permanent remembrance, their hands entwined - silver wedding rings meeting like titans clashing together.

“I know, mo nighean donn.” Jamie nodded and his hand came to rest solid and sure on her stomach - cradling the tomorrow they had lost, fought to earn again and hoped for with all their hearts.