Imagine; You told Cody everything. Trust was really important in your relationship. So of course you talked about Exes, and you told him about the abusive boyfriend you had before him. So naturally, when he sees the guy talking to you, he’s pretty overprotective. 

((F = Friend))

Another short one to give you guys something back for all the comments and response I’ve been getting. I really want you to know that I smile about every comment and I read it all, so keep giving me feedback loves, it’s really motivating :)) 

Some Nights

Summary: Some nights are worse than others. (The mafia!au fic no one wanted from my bitch ass who can’t write for shit but I wrote anyways

TW: Alcohol, Eating Disorder, Anxiety, Implied Violence, Insomnia, food mention

Unedited as of right now, edited version to come later sometime today

Tags: @tssanderssidestrash @oopsshittyart @anxioussanders @dan-yuna @otpislife2002 @rose-anon1 @prplzorua @incorrectshipquotes @jinxed-unicorn @yep-another-fander @meginoi @pattonpending @lana-22 

Excerpt: Some nights are worse than others.  Logan looks into the mirror at the dark bags beneath his eyes and behind his thick black glasses. He hasn’t slept in two days, showered in three.  Ann pulls his duvet tighter, tighter, tighter around himself, and wonders if maybe sleep would come easier if the lights were off.  Roman walks slowly through the halls, listening to the echo of his footsteps on the tiles in hopes their sound will drown out the screams in his ears and the blood on his conscience.  Patton steals another swig of amber whiskey, angry on his tongue and fiery in his throat as it goes down.

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Boy Next Door - Derek Hale

Relationship: Derek x Reader 

Request: @julieanncupcake said: can you do derek hale imagine where him and the reader are neighbors (and they secretly like each other) but they will do favors for each other like mow the other persons lawn or bake cookies/cook dinner for the other person and its really fluffy?

A/N: This was such a cute idea! I had so much fun writing this. It was one of my favorite requests by far!

Word Count: 1782


It was mid-Summer when you moved into the modern home neighborhood. You went home searching with your best friend earlier in the season, once the lease on your apartment was up. After looking at other, more luxurious apartments, condos, cozy homes, and just about every other place you could live you finally found the perfect one. 

Your closest friends and some of your family helped you pack up the U-Haul, and unload once you arrived at your new home. The building was beautiful. A balance of gray stone and brick sculpted the outside. The garage and roof were both tan, complimenting one another. The front door was solid black stained wood and the grass was perfectly green. 

The home was not something someone your age could usually afford. Most people were living in an apartment or sharing a home with several other roommates. All of that hard work and dedication was finally paying off. 

Your dream as a little girl and teenager had always been to decorate your own house the way you wanted. When you were eight, you dreamed of the walls being purple, with pink furniture and sparkly decor. When you were twelve, you had seriously pondered the thought of hanging your favorite musician’s posters in every room. Finally, a year or so before moving into the nice home, you had settled on exactly how it would be decorated. 

You spent several days decorating the home. You had previously purchased all of the decors to save time so that you could settle into your new home and start at your new job a little bit more smoothly. It was perfect, your dream was finally coming true. You were living on your own, and financially stable. 

Once you had decorated the inside of your new home, and added outdoor furniture to the patio leading to your good sized backyard, you made your way across the street to introduce yourself to your new neighbors. The two houses on either side of you were for sell, being that the neighborhood was fairly new. Out of the seven houses that had been built so far, only four had been moved into. 

You introduced yourself to the elderly lady that lived diagonally to the left of you. She was sweet, and welcomed you to the area, saying how wonderful it was to live there. You thanked her and walked to the next home, which was straight across from yours. 

A woman around your age answered the door with a smile, greeting you before calling a man from within the house. Her husband, she introduced him as. They were lovely and mentioned that you could come over for wine anytime. You simply thanked them and continued your adventure onto the last house. 

You knocked on the similar wooden door to the rest and waited for a few moments, hoping that they were home so that you could be done with introducing yourself. Meeting new people wasn’t always your thing. You could see the top of a head through the glass towards the top of the door, and it slowly peered open. 

A man who seemed to be around your age toward above you, his fame broad and muscular. He had almost black hair, and stubble lined his sharp jaw. Your eyes met his green ones. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out to him, in hopes that he would shake it and not slam the door in your face. He was intimidating, being that he was so tall, and could obviously clear anything in his path. “I just moved in across the street. I just wanted to introduce myself.”

“Derek.” Thankfully, his hand met yours, gripping it firmly and shaking it. “Welcome to the neighborhood.” He smiled down at you and loosened his grip on you. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Derek.”

“You too.” He flashed another pearly white smile and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Well, I should get going. My family’s coming over for dinner.” 

Derek nodded politely, saying goodbye and shutting the door once you’d turned your back to walk home. 

You pondered the thought of the boy next door as you chopped up veggies for the dinner you were making. He was definitely good looking, as well as charming. But, you hadn’t properly gotten to know him yet so you couldn’t judge him too much. 

A couple of weeks had gone by, and you still had some things you hadn’t bought for your home. For example- a lawn mower. It was towards the end of July and the heat was blazing, however, it had been raining an abnormal amount the previous months. This meant that the grass was growing like crazy, and you had no way to get rid of it. 

You woke up one day and peered out of your bedroom window at the small neighborhood, including your awfully long grass that looked terrible compared to the rest of the lawns. But, the grass wasn’t long anymore. 

There he stood, pushing a lawn mower throughout your front yard. The blades of grass flew every which way as he grazed over them. He sported black basketball shorts and a tank top. You could see the sweat dripping down his toned biceps as he turned slightly pink in the sun’s heat. 

You quickly threw on a pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt, brushing your teeth and combing through your hair. Trying to catch him before he was done, you quickly walked towards the front door, pulling it open and drawing his attention to you. He turned the mower off, pulling out one of the earbuds that were previously in his ear. 

“Derek. What are you doing?” 

You couldn’t help but scold yourself for asking such a stupid question. It’s pretty obvious Y/N, he’s mowing your lawn.

“Oh hey Y/N, I’m mowing your lawn. I was out doing some work and noticed your grass was getting a bit long, so I decided I’d do a pretty girl a favor.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat at his referral to you. Trying not to make it obvious that you were flustered, you nodded and pulled the door shut behind you, walking to the edge of the sidewalk. 

“Well thank you. I haven’t been able to pick up a lawn mower yet, so I had no way of taming this insane grass. I really appreciate it.” 

“No problem. You don’t mind if I go around back to mow back there too, do you?” 

“Oh no, not at all. Would you like something to drink? I can grab you a bottle of water if you’d like.” 

He gave you a soft grin, twirling the cord of the earbuds around his fingers. “Please.” 

Turning around and heading back into the house, the chill of the AC made you shudder. You picked up a bottle from the fridge and traced your steps back out to where your new neighbor stood. 

He turned around once he heard the door open again, taking the bottle from you and politely thanking you. Excusing yourself with the fact that you had work to catch up on, you tracked back into the home. 

You had to thank Derek with more than words. You contemplated the question for a moment, finally deciding on baking him cookies. You brought out your mom’s old chocolate chip cookie recipe, whom she’d gotten from her mom, and so on and so forth. 

You brought out all of the ingredients, preheating the stainless steel oven to the needed degree. You mixed all of the factors, rolling the dough into small spheres and placing them evenly on a baking sheet. After putting them in the oven and letting them bake, you gathered them up in a plastic container. 

A little bit over an hour had passed now, and you decided to deliver the baked goods to Derek. You knocked on his door, just like you had the night you met. The door opened faster than it had that night. 

Derek stood tall, as always. His cheeks were slightly pink from being in the sun earlier on in the day. 

“Hey, I made you cookies. To thank you for mowing my lawn.” 

He chuckled, taking the container from you once you’d offered it. 

“Well thank you.” It was your turn to chuckle as he repeated your exact words from your previous conversation.

“No problem.” You paused for a moment, contemplating if you should add the next part. “Would you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?” 

He paused for a moment. “I would love to come over for dinner tomorrow night. That is if we classify it as a date.” 

“It’s a date.” You obliged, smiling softly at him. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N.”

“See ‘ya, Derek.” 

You turned away from the door and he shut it, just like the night a few days earlier. You started your walk back across the street, this time with a little bit more pep in your step. 

Maybe Derek was more than just the boy next door. 

Originally posted by sunshinestilinskii

Prompt: “My date stood me up, can you come pick me up?”

Character: Lydia Martin

Warning: Being stood up

You sat  outside the restaurant, jacket pulled tight around you, fiddling with your phone and wondering who to call. Tonight was supposed to be good, a nice date, some good food, maybe you’d finally have found someone you wanted to go on another date with…except it didn’t go like that. They didn’t turn up. An hour of waiting and they simply chose not to show up, no text, no phone call, no warning. Just embarrassment as you sat there getting pitying looks from the waiting staff and other customers. 

Your finger finally fell on a familiar number and name, a person you could always count on. Putting the phone to your ear you waited as the phone rang, until a familiar voice answered.


“Hey, Lyd…my date stood me up, can you come pick me up?” You had told Lydia about the date, where you were going, about your date what little you knew of them, about how you were looking forward to it…you could feel her sympathy from the other end of the phone a slight sight before she answered.

“Of course, i’ll be there in a bit…” You waited for her to say goodbye as she trailed off into silence for a moment, “you know you deserve better than this…right?” You smiled rather bitterly at that, Lydia was always so focused on reminding you of that fact every time a date went wrong. 

“I know.” Sometimes you wished you were going on a date with her instead, at least she cared about you. At least she thought you were pretty, and nice, and smart and funny. At least she would be there with you and talk and chat and…and be Lydia.


Ignored//Stiles Stilinski Feat. Theo Raeken

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Reader.


“Stiles.” You breathe out as you approach him.

“You’re okay?” He asks. Theo watched from a distance.

“Yeah I’m fine, I-”

You watch as Lydia runs up from behind him, taking his arm. “We’ve got to go.” She looks up at him.

“Okay, I’ll talk to you about it later, Y/N.” He runs after Lydia.

How can he say that so casually? Like you got a 100 on a math quiz, or you passed your English final.

You sigh and turn to look at Theo. “You okay?” He smiles at you.

“I’m fine. He’s probably preoccupied.” You shrug. “Let’s go to my house. We probably aren’t necessities.”

“Okay.” He smiles.

This was how it went. Every time you’d get a chance to talk to him, Lydia came and he’d leave you. You felt alone. Theo was there to comfort you, but he never really helped. You just stopped trying.

You sit on the couch beside Theo and Scott. “Hey. Were you napping?” Theo asks, glancing at your clothes.

“No, I just woke up.” You lean your elbow on the couch.

“Y/N, it’s 3 p.m.” Scott leans in front of Theo to look at you.

You shrug, “Oh, well.”

“Hey…come on.” Theo gets up and drags you to the other room with him.

“Ow, what?” You pull your arm away.

“What’s going on with you?”


“Tell me what’s wrong. You know you can talk to me.”

“I’m fine.”

“I’m your best friend, Y/N. I know you’re lying.”

You sigh and cross your arms. “I don’t deserve it.”

“What? You don’t deserve what?”

“To be loved.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. Why would you say that?”

“Have you seen me with a boyfriend? Ever? Has anyone ever showed an ounce of interest in me?”

“Y/N, you just graduated high school. You haven’t even experienced life fully.”

“I don’t care.”

“Is this why you’re so detached? I mean, you didn’t even walk at graduation.”

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I feel how I feel, end of story.”

“No, not end of story.” Theo looks at you sadly. “This is about Stiles, isn’t it?”

“No.” You cross your arms.

“Yes. Y/N, just because Stiles is with Lydia does not mean you don’t deserve to be loved. I’ve never met a person so easy to love. Go do it. Do it right now.”

“Do what?”

“Tell him. It’s time to ‘fess up.” He points at the living room when Stiles is seated.

“I can’t. It’s not fair to Lydia.” You shake your head.

“Y/N, do it. Get it over with. Lydia’s not here, take the opportunity.”

“Fine.” You take a deep breath before walking into the living room. “Hey..can we talk?” You look at Stiles and he nods before following you out of the room. You exchange a look with Theo as you go.

“What’s up?” He smiles.

“I don’t want to beat around the bush, but I have feelings for you.” You play with your hands.

“Woah..you do?”

“Yeah. I know I should’ve said something, but-”

“Y/N, I’m with Lydia.”

“No, I know. I just needed to get it off my chest.” You look up at him and you can see the thoughts running through his head.

“How long?”

“Freshman year.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything freshman year?”

“Because, I lacked the confidence. I mean, I do even more so now, but I’m tired of carrying it around like some top secret thing. I just want you to know. I don’t expect anything.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Stiles, I said I didn’t expect anything.”

“I have to go. Lydia’s expecting me.” He turns around and walks out.

When would you get your chance? Everyone had someone. You were always the odd one out. You weren’t looking for pity, you just wanted the love and affection you felt like you weren’t worthy of.

“How’d it go?” Theo walks over to you.

“I don’t know…he just left. Didn’t even say how he felt, he just left.”

“Well are you okay?”

“I’m tired of being asked that. I’m fine. I can take care of myself.” You push out of the room.

You sat on the floor, replaying the moments in your head. You didn’t expect anything different. You just couldn’t help how you feel. You felt useless, really.

You spent the next couple days in a trance. You shouldn’t have told him. You were immediately pulled out of that trance when Stiles showed up on your doorstep.

“I’m sorry I bolted the other day.”

“It’s understandable.” You step back for him to come in.

He steps inside, looking a bit awkward. “You never told me you had feelings for me.”

“It was never easy to. I always felt like Lydia mattered more.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N.” He crosses his arms.

“It’s true! I’m not looking for any kind of pity or validation here, I just want you to know why I never said anything.”

“I still don’t know what to say. I’m with Lydia.”

“I know that. We’re just going in circles. I just wanted to get that off my chest.”

Theo had spent the night. The two of you were up late looking for an apartment together.

He came storming down the stairs, walking right up to Stiles. “What gives you the right to make her feel like that?”

Stiles steps back, “Feel like what?”

“Like she’s not worthy of being loved. Like she’s not enough.”

“Theo!” You cover your mouth. He was supposed to keep that a secret.

“You really feel that way?” Stiles looks at you and you shrug.


“Because of me?”

“Yes and no.”

“You couldn’t get your head out of Lydia Martin’s ass long enough to see what an amazing girl was right in front of you.” Theo jabs his finger into Stiles’ chest.

You try not to look at them, just staring down at your feet.

“I didn’t even know she liked me!” Stiles defends

“It wasn’t obvious? Come on, Stilinski. The girl’s in love with you.”

“You are?“ Stiles looks at you, hope glinting in his eye.

You nod, “Yeah.”

“Y/N, Jesus…why didn’t you say anything? Things would be a lot less complicated right now.”

“What do you mean?” You slowly walk over to him.

“I don’t even like Lydia all that much. She’s a great person and friend, yeah…but I love you. I just..thought you never liked me. When Theo moved back, I thought you liked him.”

“Nope. It’s always been you.”

He sighs, looking at the clock on the wall. “I have to go break Lydia Martin’s heart.”

“I’m sorry I waited.” You place a hand on his arm.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that now we finally told each other how we feel. I won’t kiss you now, because y'know..I’ve got a girlfriend, but when I get back…” He smirks. “Prepare yourself.”

“Don’t hype yourself up if you don’t mean it, Stilinski.”

“Oh, I mean it.”

Honeymoon Avenue - Derek Hale

Characters: Derek Hale, Reader.

No Smut, just suuuuper fluffy


“After you.” Derek smiles as he opens the door of your cab.

“Thank you.” You smile as you slide in.

“Hey, baby.” Derek looks at you as he buckles his seat belt.


“We’re married.” He grins.

“Finally.” You lean over and kiss his cheek.

The drive from the airport to the hotel consisted of you climbing all over him and telling him how much you loved him and him having a heart attack because you kept taking your seat belt off.

He carried bags in while you checked in. You carried the room key up, excitedly bouncing around.

“You’re the cutest thing ever.” He watches you, smiling wide.

You giggle softly, your husband still how manages you make you feel like you just met. “You’re the cutest thing ever. Maybe that’s why we’re married.”

He laughs, “Everyone is going to get tired of us saying we’re married.”

“We better get it all out of our system on the honeymoon then.”

“We better get a lot of things out of our system on the honeymoon.” He smirks and you laugh, running out of the elevator doors as they open. You unlock the door and flop onto the bed when you find it.He jumps on the bed beside you. “What do you want to go do?” He looks over at you.

“I’m jet lagged. Let’s just cuddle.” You smile.

“Oh, you get me.” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest, kissing your lips gently.

“I can’t believe we actually got out of Beacon Hills.”

“What do you mean?” Derek asks.

“I probably just jinxed us, but we haven’t received a phone call from anyone asking for us to rescue them from a supernatural danger.”

“Oh my God, you’re right.” He laughs. “Let’s stay on this honeymoon forever, that we everyone will leave us alone. Deal?”

“Deal.” You giggle and kiss his nose.

“Let’s go on an adventure.” You smile.

“I thought you were jet lagged.” Derek raises an eyebrow.

“Oh I am. But the thought of doing anything with you makes me feel better.”

He chuckles, “Let’s take a nap and go an adventure tomorrow. When we wake up we can order pizza.”

“Good God, this is why I married you.”

You took your nap, when you woke you changed into one of Derek’s shirts and ordered the pizza. He was still in bed when the delivery guy came.

“Babe! Baby!” You ran into the room.

He bolted up, “What? Who died?”

“No one. The pizza guy is here and I don’t have any pants on.”

“Oh.” He laughs and rubs his eyes. “Okay.” He stands and grabs some cash before heading for the door. He returns with a beer for the both of you and the pizza.

“Where in the hell did you get beer?” You grin as he hands you yours.

“Mini-fridge, my dear.”

“We have to pay extra for these, y'know.” You look at him as he grabs a slice.

“Fifteen bucks extra for a cold beer or free warm tap water. Your choice.”

You shrug, “Fair enough. You convinced me.” You grab a slice and lay against the headboard. “This is exactly what I looked forward to.”

“What?” Derek glances over at you.

“This. You and I. We aren’t out saving the world, we aren’t taking care of teenagers, we’re just us. In bed with pizza and beer, and I love it.”

He laughs, “You want a mundane life, don’t you?”

“I do. I want it so badly.”

“Too bad we’re werewolves. The closest thing to mundane we’ll get is changing on the full moon.”

You sigh. “We could have kids. That’s pretty normal.”

“When do you want to have kids? Immediately?”

You shrug, “When I get pregnant, I get pregnant.”

Derek thinks about what you said. “Good policy.”

“We won’t try, but we won’t not try.” You look at your husband.

“Maybe you’ll come home pregnant.”

“Maybe in nine months we could have a little Hale.” You grin.

“Well, that sounds adorable.”

anonymous asked:

I have realized I have a very unhealthy relationship with food. My mom brought me a caramel coffee to work and I cried because I didn't know how many calories were in it, but I knew it was a lot. Every day I eat a balanced meal at breakfast and lunch, but at night, I eat mindlessly until I'm sick. I want to have a better relationship with food and with my body, but I don't know where to start. Any advice?

You need professional help with your relationship with food. Those thoughts and reactions are not normal, and it isn’t something you’ll be able to fix on your own. Please get help before it gets worse and you harm your body even further! Food is fuel for your body, that’s all. Being afraid to eat a certain type of food or not being able to control your eating to the point of feeling sick is a huge red flag indicating a larger, developing problem. Get help!

Star-Crossed Lovers//Stiles Stilinski & Isaac Lahey - Part 3

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

Stiles groans as he sits up, rubbing his eyes. “I feel like I’m not as hungover as I should be.”

You didn’t sleep last night, “I gave you an aspirin before bed.” You sit up beside him. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“I forgave you, didn’t I?” He looks over at you.

You nod, “I’m totally giving you the opportunity for take-backs right now, too.”

He sighs and puts his head in his hands, “You make it hard to be mad at you, no matter what you did, when you sit there all cute saying take-backs. I don’t want to take it back. I’m still extremely pissed, but I get it. I’ll dial back work.”

“Stiles you don’t have to do that.”

“Look, I’ll never forget that you cheated, but I won’t lose our marriage over something that was terrible, but not prison worthy.”

“Oh, baby.” You smile as you caress his cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

“Let’s just not think about it, okay?” He looks over at you.

“Can I ask you something, though?” You climb out of bed, Stiles adopting a smile when he sees his jersey on you.


“You forgave me..will you forgive Isaac?”

He sighs and gets out of the bed, stretching. “I’ll try. Right now I need coffee and another aspirin.”

“Do you even remember showering last night?”

“I showered?”

You look at his hair, which is normal quiffed up, pointing in different directions. It’s flat against his head, the length making you smile. “Yeah. You did. You actually stripped down in here and ran down the hallway naked.”

“Oh, nice.” He looks at you and nods as he makes his way for the door.

“I took good care of you. Don’t worry.” You smile and follow him downstairs.

“You always do.” He smiles at you over his shoulder.

Why was he being so forgiving?

You sat at the counter, watching as he made coffee.

“I’m going to take an aspirin and call Isaac. I just can’t hold a grudge.” He grabs his phone and takes the pill. You watch as he dials the oh-so-familiar number and walks out of the room.

“Isaac’s on his way.” Stiles walks back into the room.

You nod, “Should I go upstairs?”

“No. I’m making amends, you should be there.”

“Okay then.”

You sit and talk with him, you can’t help but stare at the black eye Isaac gave him yesterday. You felt so bad.

Your stomach knotted up when the doorbell rang. Stiles let him in and you heard them exchange before Isaac was ushered into the kitchen with you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiles at you. You nod and wave, hopping Stiles doesn’t pick up on the tension.

Your phone buzzed and you glanced at it.

I meant what I said last night on the phone

It was Isaac. You texted back.

so did i. stiles trying to mend things. don’t screw this up

Isaac and Stiles talked for awhile before Isaac when home and Stiles left for work. The second he knew Stiles was out of the house he called you.

“Jesus he just walked out the door.” You say.

“I know. I see him. Listen, I really am in love with you, and as you confusing as it is for you it’s worse on me. I can’t break up a marriage but I also can’t let you go.”

“Isaac, we said no feelings. I thought we meant that.”

“So, you’re saying you never had feelings for me? It was just about the sex for you?”

He’s jumping to conclusions. “No I never said that.” You sigh.

“So, you have feelings for me?”

“No, Isaac. I didn’t say that either. Can’t you just accept that I’m married?”

“No. Apparently you couldn’t either.”

“Hey, don’t play that card!”

“I’m sorry…I just…do you know that..that he cheated on you?”

“What?” Your body went cold.

“About a year ago.”

“You’re lying.”

“I wish I was.”

“With who? Who was it?”


“No..you’re lying, Isaac.”

“Y/N, I was there.”

“Why did no one try to stop him if you were there?”

“We did, trust me. He wasn’t having it.”

You know you cheated on him, but you felt like your world just ended.

“Trust your gut.” But I can’t. I can’t trust myself in any manner, because today I might not be who I really am, whoever that is. What if this is a manic whim that will pass in the morning. What if when I kiss him I’m just using him as another brick wall to slam my body against. What if my gut says slam the accelerator, don’t bother trying, shoot yourself in the foot. What if I get fear for no reason, anxiety in the sixth floor bathroom, what if my gut says stay home but my heart says go. What if my gut says check the lock again, and again, and again, and again, and, what if my gut says seven is good but did you count it right. what if my gut says leave the party nobody wants you here, what if my gut says why did you leave now everybody thinks you’re weird. What if I get a bad feeling about everyone because one person once opened me up and sewed all their bad into my pockets, what if I go with my gut and overshare a lot and leave awkward silences that stretch in wet muslin bandages over pity-frowns, what if my gut says give in and my gut says I’m worth nothing and my gut says give up. What if you’re right and I’ve been ignoring signs that keep coming and I belong in a box somewhere, un-becoming.

My mom asks me what I want. Where I want to be. I wish I knew how to want things. I wish I had one feeling I knew wasn’t just a rush or a spiral or a warning sign. Something I knew was pure. Something actually mine.


                         “I found love where it wasn’t supposed to be
                                              Right in front of me….

(Requested by @lydias-martin).