everything about that sounds ok by me

I can’t decide what characters I should further develop, so it would be great if you would tell me who you find most interesting/likeable/unique! also it is very pretentious because i am very pretentious thank you very much. a lot of quotes in here aren’t mine though! it’s just a collection of things i perceived as fitting

airports at night, a silver crown, the smell of earth right after rain, fog, a single chess piece, “are you a bad person?” “depends on who you ask”, oversized pullovers, open windows, roman temples, blank slates, shards of glass, vintage vinyls, red roses, a ticking clock, poor impulse control, pins and badges, guides on how to start your own country, “ok, so i lied”, bottling emotions up, not caring about consequences, water on skin, “everything is shattering and its my mistake”

pressed flowers, cathedral art, clear nights, raspberries, crying in the dark, champagne, hidden tattoos, the sounds in a library, typewriters, eclipses, the forest at night, foreign films, “i don’t pay attention to the world ending, it has ended for me many times, and began again in the morning”, whispers, “it’s all a bit tragic, isn’t it?”, subtle perfume, echo, neither lost nor found, sea water touching skin, a roses’ thorns

laughing at your own jokes, the feeling of hard alcohol in your throat, smirks, rain clouds, video games, neon signs, soda pop, kisses, short laughs, “the girl i love left me for a revolution”, proving them wrong, scars, holographic material, telescopes, realising the stranger in front of you has a life as intricate and complex as yours, multiverse theory, thrift shops and dark alleys

“everything you do matters. everything you don’t do also matters”, original family disappointment, glasses, screen glowing in the dark, “i need to feel alive”, crystals, mall at night after closing time, life flashing before one’s eyes, the sound of tapping against glass, “every inch a queen”, veins, exit signs, 00:00, long hair hastily tied together in a bun, shutters, self-acceptance bottled in a can

A Year Later

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: A little bit of kinky stuff, but nothing too extreme. Mostly just fluff.

Summary: You met Tom one day on the streets of New York City about a year ago. Now you travel with him almost anywhere he goes and he’s fallen for you.

A/N: I’ve been working on this for a bit. I just love Tom so much. By the way this imagine is written in both the reader’s and Tom’s perspective and it begins with the reader’s. I hope you enjoy. :)

Originally posted by dailytomholland

      The sun was peaking off the edges of the rooftops as I walked the busy streets of Manhattan. I was enjoying my day, exploring the area and capturing the city life with my own eyes. It was a hard time getting around. The streets were all filled with jostling people. I was barely able to move around without bumping into someone.  Making my way to Madison Square Garden, someone had the audacity to bump into me holding their phone to their face. They were also laughing while filming, but then they turned around and started saying, “I’m so-.”

      I faced the person to tell them off. When I saw them, I froze. I recognized him immediately. Tom Holland was staring right at me and I had nothing to say. He just stared at me and didn’t say anything for a bit. But immediately snapped out of it.

Tom: *puts down phone* “Um- I am terribly sorry about that.”

You: *nervously says* “Right you don’t have to be sorry.“

Tom: “No I do. That was quite rude of me. What’s your name?”

You: *pretends to be chill* “It’s [y/n] and it’s cool dude. It’s aaaalll gooood.”

Tom: “You sure [y/n]?”

You: “Don’t worry about it, like I said it’s fine.” I couldn’t help to notice him biting his lower lip. 

Tom: “Well if you wouldn’t mind. I’d love to take you for a cup of tea. As an apology on my behalf.” I started laughing and he asked, “What?”

You: “I just think it’s kind of funny that an English man is asking me to go drink some tea with him. Very ironic.”

Tom: *laughs* “It’s what were good at.”

You: “Drinking tea?

Tom: "That and apparently bumping into people.”

You: *laughs* “So we’re still going for tea? Or are we going to stand here and wait for more people to bump into you?”

Tom: “I’ll take my chances and go have some tea.”

      And that is the day I met one of my closest friends.


      It had been a year since I’ve met [y/n]. But it was only yesterday that I admitted to Harrison that I had developed feelings for her. Since then he hadn’t stopped being up my ass about it. On our way back to the hotel from the gym, he just wouldn’t let it go.

Tom: “Why can’t you just leave it alone?”

Harrison: “Because mate I’ve never seen you so happy.”

Tom: *hesitates* “What are you talking about?”

Harrison: “Every time you talk about her, you’ve got this strange glow going on.”

Tom: “Oh no that’s just my new highlighter, I call it sweat.”

Harrison: *rolls eyes* “I’m serious. And don’t get me started when you’re with her.” I slanted my head and gave him a look of disbelief, “Please… I am always happy.”

Harrison: “When you’re around her, you can never stop looking at her. And I’ve seen the way you look at her. Just ask her out.” I thought about it and just gave him a confused look, “I have no idea what you’re taking about.”

Harrison: “You’re such a fucking liar.”

Tom: *snaps* “I am not.” Harrison grabbed my shoulder and forced me to look at him, “What are you afraid of?”

Tom: “I’m afraid of the outcome.”

Harrison: “Are yo–”

Tom: “No it’s because I like her so much, I don’t want to screw it up. I mean look at my life. It’s been crazy and things have changed so much. It just seems impossible to be dating anyone.”

Harrison: “Well lucky for you, she’s with you most of the time anyway. I don’t see the issue.”

Tom: “I don’t want to drag her into my life,” I made gestures to the people I’ve noticed taking out their phones and taking pictures of me, “this life.”

Harrison: *looks at him* “You brought her into your life the moment you posted that Instagram story a year ago. You know the one of you bumping into her. I remember it clearly. I saw the way you stopped talking and noticed her. You were so focused on her. Admit it, you thought she was pretty the moment you saw her.”

Tom: *shrugs shoulders* I won’t deny it.“

Harrison: "So what have you got to lose?”

Tom: *sarcastically* Oh I don’t know, our friendship, everything we’ve built together. But yeah I could see how that’s NOT important.“

Harrison: *rolls eyes* "People’s feelings change over time. It happens, but you either be a strong person and embrace them. Or stay safe and hide them. You just got to decide which one you are.”

     I stopped and started contemplating. Harrison kept walking as I stood there for a while. I took out my phone from my pocket and debated for what seemed like eternity. I took in a deep breath and whispered to myself, “I’m fucking Spider-Man.”


      I was watching reruns of some random show in my hotel room when I felt a buzz on my butt. I took out my phone and got a notification from Tom.

Tom: ‘hey are you busy later? :)’

You: ‘by busy you mean watching reruns all day? then yes i’m booked 😉’

Tom: 'i just finished at the gym. walking back with haz. we should be there shortly’

You: 'Ok cool. are you planning to do anything else?’

Tom: 'well i’m actually going to take a shower because I probably smell like shit 💩’

You: 'really? because i always thought 21 year olds that come straight from the gym smell AM-AZ-ING. 😂’

Tom: 'i could literally hear the sarcasm 😒’

You: 'do what you must Holland ✌🏼’

Tom: 'actually i was wondering if you can come by to my room after i’m done. it won’t take long.’

You: 'yeah sure… Is everything ok?’

Tom: 'actually, I’ve never felt better darling ☺️’

You: 'native boy from southwest London you ok there? bc it seems to me you might be having a little stroke 🤔’

Tom: 'i call everyone darling don’t flatter yourself 😉’

You: 'haha wow you’re so funny. sometimes I forget how hilarious you are.’

Tom: 'STOP IT WITH THE SARCASM!?! anyway, I’ll be done in about half an hour. See you then?’

You: 'Sounds good to me… just make sure you actually take a shower.“

Tom: '😂😂😂’

      It didn’t take us long to get to the hotel. I told Harrison about the texts and finally going to go for it. He just smiled and told me that this was going to be good for me. Well I really hoped so. By the time we reached our rooms, Harrison gave me a comforting hug followed by squeezing of my shoulder. He nodded and went into his room. I walked into mine and headed for the shower. I took in deep breaths and told myself everything would be okay. 


      I knocked first to see if he was in his room. I heard him yell to come in. So I opened the door and saw him sitting on the bed.  He looked up and noticed me at the door before I had the chance to say hi. My heart raced a little when I noticed a smirk on his face. His hair was still wet from his shower. It was all tousled; his curls were peaking from his forehead and the sides of his head. He was wearing a white tank top and his famous grey sweatpants. The definition of his arms and chest were much more prominent and I couldn’t help but stare.

Tom: *smirking* "Hey, anything wrong?”

You: *stops checking him out* “Oh nothing, so what’s up? Is this another way for you to prank me? To get m–”

Tom: *playfully rolls eyes* “Calm down darling, I wanted you to come because I need to tell you something.” He moved a bit and padded the mattress to his left. I hesitated and knew he had somewhere to be.

You: “Don’t you have some press conference or something later today? Or did you forget already?”

Tom: *chuckles* “I actually don’t know.”

You: “Maybe you should check then?”

Tom: “I’ll ask Haz after, this is important.”

You: “Ok.”

      I made my way towards him and sat right beside him. It was hard not to stare at his chest or arms. They were so defined and glistened with the reflection of the sun rays passing through the window. He stared down and ran his fingers through his wet curls. He looked a bit nervous and I couldn’t help to still feel a bit intimidated around him. After everything we’ve been through, this boy still has this kind of effect on me. Stupid cute superhero boys.

Tom: *looks back at you* “I don’t know if you noticed but I’m a bit nervous.”

You: *lies* “What I couldn’t tell.”

Tom: *plays with his hands while looking at you* “It’s just, every time I’m with you I have such a good time and you’re such an amazing person. It’s been a while I felt this way about someone-”

You: *cheeks redden* “What are you talking about?”

Tom: *smiles nervously* “Well I think you’re a great person. You have made this whole experience easier. I  wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. You know you’re a great friend.”

You: “Now that’s an understatement, I’m pretty damn awesome. Even better than Haz.” *winks*

Tom: *chuckles* “Alright don’t push it .”

You: *chuckles* “You know I’m kidding. You’ve been such a kind person to me. I would have never thought we’d become so close in a span of a year.”

Tom: “Yeah me neither, and” *looks down* “I was just wondering if you’d-”

      He looked up and I didn’t let him finish his sentence. I leaned fast and kissed him. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to come out of my chest. It was fast; a small slow peck on his lips. He didn’t have time to react when I leaned back to see his expression. He looked taken back at first, but then his expression changed. He looked at me intensely and I saw his whole body language change. His shoulders relaxed but he didn’t stop staring at me.


      I loosened up and I could feel the heat rush to my ears. She looked so beautiful and I just wanted to take a moment to admire her. I saw a worried look pass her face but I leaned in so fast and kissed her back. The moment my lips touched hers, I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. It was probably a mix of nerves as well. My mind went blank as she kissed me back softly with a smile. In that moment, I opened my eyes and took a good look at her. I was smiling so much my cheeks were starting to hurt. She proceeded on getting on the left side of the mattress. She laid on her right side and positioned her arm. She put her hand on the side of her head. I turned my head to face her.

Tom: *jokingly says* “You totally stole my thunder.”

You: “What are you going on about now Holland?”

Tom: “I had this speech in my mind all ready. It was perfect and you go ahead and kiss me.”

You: *grins* “Get used to it.” *laughs*

Tom: “What stealing my thunder?”

You: “How can I possibly do that? You’re not Thor.” Then I saw her take a pillow and throw it at me, “I was talking about the kissing.”

      I started laughing while throwing the pillow back at her. She got up from the bed and took another pillow. She threw it back and I nodded my head. I stood up and asked her, “You sure you want to do this?”

      She gave me this playful look and went up to me. I got up holding the pillow and we started hitting each other with them. The sound of her laughter warmed my heart. I took away her pillow and had a grin on my face. She looked at me confused as I threw both our pillows aside. Before she knew what was happening, I grabbed her from her legs and tossed her over my shoulder. She was hitting my back with her hands.

You: *giggling* “TOM PUT ME DOWN!” I chuckled as I brought her to the bed and threw her on it. 

Tom: “I might not be Thor but I’ve been told I’m a mean Spider-Man." 

      I got on the bed and pushed myself on top of her. I pinned her hands above her head. I positioned myself that my legs were outside hers. She blew off a strand of hair from her face. She looked at me and said, "I get it, you’re a lot stronger than me just let me go.”

 Tom: *chuckles* “Or what?”

 You: *determined* “I’ll make you.”

 Tom: “Now ho-”

      She leaned up and kissed me. This was different from when she first kissed me. It was more desperate, I felt her pushing herself against me. I let go of her hands and placed my right hand on her waist and the other just beside her shoulder. Then I was able to press my body against hers. I could feel her heart beat against my own. She teased me as she tentatively traced the bottom of my lips with her tongue. I lifted my head up so she didn’t have the chance to kiss me. I felt myself smirking when a look of disappointment crossed her face. I brought her wrists together above her head and held on to them tightly . She struggled under me and I wanted to pull back, to let her know we both could play the same game. Instead, I pressed my mouth against hers and started kissing her deeply. She kissed me back and felt her tongue slightly slip onto my lips and just a bit into my mouth. I let go of her wrists and lifted myself a bit off her. We stopped kissing and she looked at me for a long second. Then she proceeded in moving her hands and stopped as I felt them on my chest. She left one hand as she traced my chest and stomach with the other. She paused right at my trousers and hesitated for a bit. With a big grin on her face, she slipped her hand under my shirt, right beneath my trousers. The touch of her fingers so close against my skin made me shiver. 


      I teased him by putting my hand beneath his shirt right at the opening of his pants. A small groan escaped from his mouth and my whole body reacted. I grabbed the drawstrings from his pants and pulled him closer to feel his pelvis against mine. He didn’t fight it. He put the weight of it against mine when he sat up and removed his shirt. He threw it on the side before looking at me and grinning. He leaned down and kissed my forehead lightly, then went for my lips. He gave me a small peck before starting to kiss my jawline leaving a trail to my neck. Once he kissed my neck, I thrusted myself upward to feel him. With one hand he traced on body side, outlining all my curves. He stopped at my hip and gave it a nice squeeze. In that moment a small moan escaped my lips. We were so distracted that none of us paid attention to Harrison coming in.

Harrison: *looked shocked* “Oh shit, umm, is this a bad time?”

      Tom was the first to lift his head and look at Haz. He looked a bit flustered and agitated. He played it off smoothly though as he smiled to his best friend while getting off me, “Actually, you couldn’t have come at a better time." 

      I saw that Harrison relaxed a bit. Tom was off the bed now, picking up his shirt. I on the other hand was so mortified that I barely moved for a few seconds. It took me a bit to actually look Haz in the eyes. I definitely knew I was blushing, but I was glad that I wasn’t the only one. Finally taking a good look at Haz, he was just as red and kept looking down hoping he didn’t see too much. I laughed a bit nervously as I got off the bed. I went to Tom while he put back on his shirt. He looked at me and smiled. I returned the smile and started looking in Harrison’s direction.

 You: *smiles* "Well don’t just stand there, come in.”

Harrison: *smiles* “I see you’ve been keeping busy.”

You: “Oh this,” I pointed at Tom and I, “This is new.”

Harrison: “Well I’m glad you’ve decided to start seeing this dumbass.”

Tom: *small laugh* “You dick.”

You: *laughs* “I can’t imagine a better dick.”

      Tom looked at me with a subtle seductive stare. His jaw clenched as he had the smallest smirk on his face. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was thinking about what I said. I blushed and I knew there was a satisfying look crossing his face. Harrison then looked back at Tom and headed towards him.

Tom: “So what’s up?”

Harrison: “Oh yeah I came to let you know that you had a press conference tonight but it got canceled. So I thought why not explore the city? It’ll help me with my ideas for my script.”

Tom: “Yeah ok sounds fun. Just give me a few minutes to get ready. I’ll meet you down in the lobby.”

Harrison: “[Y/N] you’re welcomed to join.”

You: *smiles* “I’ll come.”

Harrison: “Meet you down stairs in 10.”

      He left and Tom came in front me of. He wrapped his arms wrap around my waist. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. He gave me this optimistic look.

Tom: “Do you really want to go? We can stay here and finish what we started.” He winked at me while putting his hands on my hips and giving them a nice squeeze. As tempting as it was, I knew we had plenty of time to fool around. I grabbed his hands off my hips and held them in my own hands. I laced our fingers together and nodded.

You: “As much as I’d would love that. Haz is waiting for us and I kind of want to go and see what this city has to offer.”

Tom: “Alright fine.”

      He gave me a small peck on my lips and whispered in my ear, “We’ll finish this later.”

Don’t focus on what has been lost. Focus on what’s been gained in the absence of what once was.
“Mundane World” - Alec Lightwood

Originally posted by madyvh91

(not my gif)

REQUEST: Alec and (Y/N) are dating but she is human and he visits her at night to make sure she is safe and she introcuces him to human things such as Netflix and video games.

(Y/N) and Alec Lightwood made a surprisingly cute couple. Alec, who was a shadowhunter, always hated mundanes. He never considered them as inferior, but he has always found them quite helpless and confusing. He never understood them or their lifestyle or why they were so fond of such things as Twitter or TV reality shows. Obviously, mundanes didn’t have to worry about demons or th battle against evil, but Alec thought that there were more important things to do in life than sit on a couch and watch a football game.

This is why everybody was surprised to see Alec get on really well with a mundane. (Y/N) and Alec met at a bar in town one night. Alec was on a mission with his sister, Isabelle, and (Y/N) was just having a few drinks all  by herself. Alec had accidentally spilled a drink all over (Y/N)’s shirt as he pushed someone out of the way. He was such in a rush to leave the bar – which was way too crowded with mundanes to his displeasure, that he hadn’t noticed that (Y/N) was yelling at him, until she voluntarily spilled her own drink on him.
“What the hell?” Alec had shouted as he turned around to face a very angry-looking girl.
“Newt time, you’d want to be more careful and apologize!” (Y/N) has yelled back at him.
“What did I do?” Alec asked, confused but still angry.
“You’re being a jerk!” (Y/N) had said before storming out of the bar.

Then, a few days later, Alec and (Y/N) bumped into each other again, but this time, the atmosphere was a lot more at peace. (Y/N) had apologized to Alec for her behaviour in the bar.
“I was having a bad day and, well, I was a bit drunk.” (Y/N) had explained to him.
She had offered him to go get some coffee and, to his own surprise, Alec had accepted. Since then, they were always hanging out together. Alec had told her that he was a shadowhunter and, oddly, (Y/N) didn’t seem surprised.
“I had a friend once, she was a shadowhunter too. I could tell you were one by the runes on your arms.” (Y/N) had told Alec.
“People usually think they are tattoos.” Alec shrugged.
“People are usually blind. They only see what they want to see.” (Y/N) had said.

(Y/N) was sat on her bed when she heard footsteps downstairs. She grabbed the first thing she found and held it in front of her, ready to defend herself. But the person who opened her bedroom door was no murderer or kidnaper, but her boyfriend, Alec Lightwood. Alec looked at his girlfriend, who was holding a lamp in her hand.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, puzzled.
“I thought you were a intruder!” (Y/N) said, putting the lamp back down on her bedside table.
“And what were you hoping to achieve with a lamp? Blinding me?” Alec asked, slightly amused.
“Oh, shut up.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I wish you would stop using a rune to unlock the front door. Normal people knock, you know.” (Y/N) stated.
“Normal people are boring.” Alec shrugged.
Alec sat down on the bed next to (Y/N) and kissed her forehead.
“I was just checking on you. Is everything OK?” Alec asked.
“Yes. You know you don’t have to check on me every night, right? I can defend myself.” (Y/N) said, she sounded confident.
“Yeah, I saw that. That lamp looks pretty lethal.” Alec said, sarcastically.
“Shut up, will you?” (Y/N) laughed as she threw a cushion at Alec. He laughed too but then looked serious again.
“It’s just that now that Valentine is back and everything, I’m worried about you.” Alec declared, concerned.
“I’m fine, Alec. Plus, I’m not gonna wander around the streets at night. I have a date with Netflix tonight.” (Y/N) smiled.
What?” Alec said, angrily.
“What?” (Y/N) asked, confused.
“Who’s that guy?” Alec was furious.
“What guy?” (Y/N) aked, perplexed.
“That Netflix guy? The guy you said you’re going on a date with!”
(Y/N) bursted out laughing. Alec still looked furious.
“You think it’s funny?”
“No, babe, listen.” (Y/N) tried to stop laughing. “Netflix isn’t a guy. It’s a Platform to watch movies and TV series.” (Y/N) eplained.
“But you just said something about a date.” Alec said, confused.
“It’s an expression. What I meant to say was that my plans for tonight are to watch movies on Netflix, see?” (Y/N) turned the TV on and the screen read ‘NETFLIX’.
“Oh.” Alec felt a little embarrassed.
“I would never go on a date with someone else than my adorable non-mundane boyfriend.” (Y/N) declared.
(Y/N) kissed Alec’s lips and then looked at him.
“Do you have plans for tonight?”
“Not really.” Alec shrugged.
“Would you stay with me then? We can cuddle and Watch Netflix together.” (Y/N) said.
“I’d like that.” Alec smiled and laid down on the bed, holding (Y/N) tight against his chest as they watched ‘FRIENDS’ for the rest of the night.

“I like Netflix, after all.” Alec told his girlfriend, halfway through their ‘FRIENDS’ marathon.
“Welcome to the mundane world.” (Y/N) smiled.
“I mean, as long as it’s not a guy who is trying to steal my girlfriend.” Alec added.
(Y/N) laughed and kissed Alec passionately.

Paint You Pink .01
  • pairings/characters: jung hoseok x reader
  • genre: smut; future angst
  • word count: 5,657

summary:  “You’re a blushing pink mess baby,” he giggles making the corner of his eyes crinkle in a manner you had never noticed before. The taciturn room only made it worse for you, as his fingers brushed against your cheeks in awe. “You’re like my own painting, I just want to paint you pink all over.”

CollegeStudent!Hoseook ArtStudent!Hoseok

“You’re doing great baby girl.”

Sitting on your knees practically ready for him to fuck you isn’t what you expected or came for. But you knew it was a mess you’ll pay for in due time.

”Hoseok. Can we please just get this over with.” You complained, for what seemed like the millionth time in the last hour, trying to distract yourself by playing with the pen in your hand.

You were over at his house, after having dealt with all your classes for the day to complete what could only be described as worlds most difficult art project. You were two “strangers” who, due to circumstances had to make small talk and exchange numbers alongside a couple of smiles.

You didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you, or at least you pretended to.

But circumstances had other plans, leaving you trapped behind 4 white walls covered in posters of artists you’ve never seen or heard of. A room that was meticulously clean, unlike most boys; with a shelf filled with books that were arranged according to colors, and a million house plants that made the empty apartment room seem a lot homier than it is.

You sat on his bed, the white silk sheets crinkling under your weight as you let your eyes glance over the achromatic yet somehow eye catching room that he had. It was clean and simple, but what really caught the eye was the single picture he had on his nightstand, presumably of his family that stood behind the alarm.


Your wandering mind snapped to reality, realizing the situation you were still stuck in. “Hoseok, I really don’t want any food can we just get started on the project?”

Being assigned partners, you couldn’t just start working on a project without him there. Maybe if you split the work? Yeah. But you didn’t even know what you guys were going to do for the big project due to be submitted at the end of the semester.

It was as simple as it gets, a vague introduction to what you supposed to do over the course of this semester, followed by a mediocrely deep quote to motivate the students.

“To bring together the differences within the both of you, to great beauty from chaos.”

Hearing it in class, you silently scoffed; and you were hoping so did the rest of the class as they walked up to their respective partners. Some dragging their bags while other happily jumped over to their friends but you sat there waiting for impending doom because you knew there’s no way in hell you’d be able to make something worth looking at.

You were the type to use soft watercolors, adding dimension to your paintings with hues of pastels layered over each other. But Hoseok? He was the opposite, he liked working with darker tones, his brush strokes rough and dry as if etched with anger.

If you painted kindness, he painted pain.

At least that’s what you thought.

Spending the given hour in class, the both of you ignored each other as much as you could, whether it was listening to songs or talking to your friends. The both of you had exchanged portfolios, going through each piece of work to analyze each other’s art style, and you couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

You didn’t want to waste too much time on a project that would fail otherwise, and waiting for even five minutes seemed too big of a commitment; making you think that maybe giving up would be easier. If it weren’t for Hoseok waltzing through the door in his usual happy fashion, carrying a tray filled with snacks and a few bottles of water.

Sure Hoseok was happy, but his art was not. You noticed that ever since you asked the girl sitting beside you on the first day for the name of the guy with orange hair. You noticed how much he smiled and laughed around with each other, but you also noticed how quiet he tended to get when he was sitting alone in the cafe for hours on end.

You didn’t want to know him, but you did.

“You really know how unnecessary this is right?” You remark, as he places the tray aside and grabbing his own notepad to sit beside you on the bed. The closest you two have probably ever been. Which might cause the slightest bit of a nuisance, if you were to consider the godly sculptured body that he had.

Cliche. Class Project, strangers suddenly attracted to each other and it leads to a long night.

But it really wasn’t far from the truth, Jung Hoseok was the most handsome man in your art class and every person sitting in the lecture hall knew it. His body was sculptured, almost like a Greek god and his sharp jawline and perfectly dreamy raven locks just had every girl swooning for him. Not to mention the brightest smile ever.

But what you were stating wasn’t a spur of a moment kind of thing, nor was it something that you’d been quiet about.

“I was just trying to be nice you know? We’re going to have to see each other for a good 6 months at least, wouldn’t it be better if we’re friends?”

Yeah, friends.

“Listen Y/N,” If you had the slightest bit of common sense, you’d know what was followed by those words and his heavy sigh. “We got off on the wrong foot ok?” There was a slight wind blowing into the room from the window that he had left open, the sun almost at the brink of sunset painting the summer sky a lovely hue of apricot. But every second you spent in his room only got you more and more tense.

“Wrong foot would be an understatement Hoseok.”

Sure you didn’t know each other, but that doesn’t mean you’ve never met. He was the first person you met from your class, on the night before the new year started. You were out clubbing with your friends, wanting to celebrate your last night of freedom and what better way than blowing your money on a closed cage of loud noises and banging lights. Plus the club that you went to, always had cheap drinks making it the best place to let loose and mess around.

Which is probably where you made the mistake. You met Hoseok while waiting for your best friend Jin. You’d felt a pair of eyes sneaking glances at you, but you brushed it off as just Jin’s presence around you. But you didn’t notice that night was how much attention Hoseok paid to you, he was sitting at the bar with one drink in hand. Looking at you without a fear as you were the prey he’s been looking to catch for the night.

What messed it all up was you drunkenly smiling at him, which he probably took as a sign of you being interested. That maybe that broad shouldered man who came in with you was just a friend and Hoseok had all the right in the world to flirt with you. A little thing he skipped out on, was how drunk you were and how protective Jin is. You were too tipsy to retort and push aside a man who looked as godly handsome as he did.

Sure Jin was handsome, but there was something about Hoseok that night that had left you dreaming about his lips for the months to come by.

Your dazed mind couldn’t process anything, and just feeling his warm touch on you waist had you melting, making you forget who you were supposed to be with. Time, of course, was a bitch in this case. Even before you could speak a word, sounds of crashing glasses and Jin’s stomping foot warned you of what was going to happen within the span of the next few minutes.

Simply speaking, you didn’t have any issues with Hoseok, but Jin did.

“Ok, I didn’t even know your name back then how do you expect me to know you have an over-protective best friend who just assumes I’m a jerk?”

“Hoseok,” you were physically shaking your head at this point, “let’s just forget about everything else ok? Focus on the project.”

He crosses his legs, sitting more comfortably on the bed to mirror your stance, pouting a tiny ‘fine’ like a little kid.

“So do you have any idea how we’re going to make this work?”

“I may have a few ideas.”

“Go ahead then…”

“So you know how you usually draw flowers and more nature related stuff right?” He questioned looking deep in thought as if he’s trying to recall your work from his hazy memory. “I had two ideas.”

“Okay, as long as we’re getting somewhere.”

“I was thinking I could start working on a sketch for a couple out in the spring and maybe you could do the background- I don’t know, it's…”

“How about we work on an inanimate object instead? We can include shadows and colors then right?” You ask, wanting to include both of your skills into the work and not let yours be overshadowed to a corner in the canvas.

“Well we could, but then we couldn’t work around with shapes and textures that well—”

You sign internally once again. Praying that this discussion doesn’t take too long and that you could start working on the painting as soon as possible.

One hour turned into a couple of hours, and those couple of hours turned to a couple more. None of you could come up with an idea that satisfied the artistic choice and tastes you had. Your eyes were getting tired of rolling at the back of your head every time Hoseok suggest surrealism, and you could swear you were about to burst out of anger.

The brightly lit room, (which Hoseok said was to ensure he got the shadows right) was starting to get suffocating and every second that passed it made you realize how much of a terrible idea this was.

“Hoseok, listen. This clearly won’t work out. You have your art style and I have mine, and we can both agree this won’t work out.”


You put down the pen you had in your hand, marking down the final idea you had listed in on the piece of paper only to straighten your back and look Hoseok straight in his eyes. “I’ll talk to our professor, but we really can’t work like this Hoseok.”

You sudden refusal to the project clearly has Hoseok confused, his every detail laced in confusion as he sits there watching you get off the bed to get your bag. “So you’re just going to give up? Just like that?”

“Well, I don’t see why we have to do this if we clearly can’t collaborate Hoseok.” He turns around, eyes following your movements like a hawk.

You wasted no time, stuffing your things into your bag before checking your hair in the mirror in his and heading for the door, your feet padding against the marble flooring ready to be back in your own room and maybe get some sleep. “I’ll talk to you in class tomorrow.”


Just like in the movies, you really couldn’t believe your luck as you roll your eyes once again completely tired of the same antics again and again. He held you by your wrist, wanting to keep you from leaving the room in the most dramatic fashion ever.

“Hoseok, please I’m not going to deal with this.” You answer back without looking back once, trying to get the annoyance boiling inside you to really build that cold hearted attitude.

“We’ll work however you like, I’ll change my style to fit in with you just don’t leave yet.”

Yeah don’t leave, you shouldn’t be here in the first place, let alone stay back because he was begging you. You tugged on your wrist to let go of his grip, but his hands only wrapped tighter in a feeble attempt to hold on to you.

“Really Hoseok why shouldn’t I?” You questioned, almost at the edge of your patience. “I’m still trying to be rational, both of us can do better on the project if we work with others so just let it go ok?”

Any sane person would’ve given up, they would’ve let you go and the both of you could’ve changed partners and let you go. But Hoseok didn’t. He pulled you back, grip stronger than ever, so your smaller body would crash into his.

“Do you really think it’s just about the project?” He placed his hands on your shoulders, pulling you away just enough for you to look in his eyes, and your back to hit the hard wall. “Or are you just playing with me now?”

His eyes, his eyes were dark shining under the light as they stared back into yours. They were capable of sending chills down your spine, but even so, his gaze was as soft as ever; scaring you more than you should’ve been.

“Hoseok- I have no interest to spend another hour fighting over which color scheme we’re going to be using.”

You try to push him back, away from you so you can walk out. But his strong arms don’t give in, and only hold you in place, against the wall in front of him as he desperately tried to read what’s going on in your mind.

“Y/N are you still being serious?”

Yes, you were serious that you should leave, but you weren’t sure that you wanted to leave and Hoseok wasn’t making it any easier either. You placed your hands on his arms draped in a long sleeve black shirt that accentuated his body so beautifully and looked him in the eye once more.

“Don’t give me the same bullshit again Hoseok.”

It started to feel like a staged drama from the minute you got in his room, but you gave him the benefit of doubt. Hoping that he wouldn’t have stooped so low to sabotage a project that accounted for 40% of your grade simply because he wanted to talk. But your suspicion kept getting stronger by the second, as Hoseok doesn’t budge or even bat an eyelash at your words.

“What are you going to do now? Kiss me? Did you miss me ever since the first night?”

He maintains his silent posture still staring at you without a word. As if questioning himself on his actions, one hand beside your head as he had you pinned down.

“Hoseok answer me. Did you set us up for this project?”

This is just a movie.

He doesn’t answer but leans forward. He steps closer, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his skin on yours, the smell of soft cocoa surprisingly overtaking your surroundings and within seconds a feeling completely alien took over you.

It was a euphoria you had never tasted, a pastiche of strawberry flavored lip gloss and the salty crackers he was munching on earlier. It was different from the clear mint kisses you’d been sufficing for the past almost a year or so. You didn’t want to succumb to the feeling of his soft lips that lightly brushed over yours with the most gentlest of touches. He held your face in his hands, making it impossible for you to move and only harder for you to ignore the warmth beneath each of his kisses as you close your eyes and fall into his hold, mesmerized by how perfect it feels.

“Yes, yes and no.” He answers hastily, as he drew back from your lips for a second to catch his breath. “I missed you and your beautiful lips,” he was so close to you that even his whispers rang loud like screams in your ears. “but I didn’t set this up.”

“But I at least want to take this chance.”

His hands dropped down to your waist, pulling your body closer to his as he crashed his lips against yours. His hold was strong enough to make you feel safe, yet still, give you the liberty to leave him whenever you wished.

But you didn’t want to leave. You wanted to feel his lips again, and you wanted to get lost in them. Your arms which were resting beside you trailed up to his neck, bringing him closer to you as you got a tad bit desperate. Shit, this is so wrong.

It was wrong that he was touching you, it was wrong that he was kissing you and it was wrong for you to be standing here letting him do all of these things to you. All because it felt too good; maybe it was the thought of his touches that you’d buried deep within your conscience all this while or just the plain fact that you missed being touched by anyone at all.

You mindlessly step forward, causing Hoseok to inch back as he struggles to regain his balance. You had no idea why you were acting this way, but the moment the back of Hoseok’s knee hit the back of the bed you lost your balance and your train of thought. Hoseok tumbled back, falling on the soft covers pulling you along with him. Your hands on the side of his body were the only thing keeping you from falling on to his face while letting you relish in the view in front of you. His bangs were slightly pushed back, a breathless smile on his face and his hands never leaving your waist, he just stared into your eyes with admiration as if they were the prettiest of stars.

“You’re blushing.”


“You’re a blushing pink mess baby,” he giggles making the corner of his eyes crinkle in a manner you had never noticed before. The taciturn room only made it worse for you, as his fingers brushed against your cheeks in awe. “You’re like my own painting, I just want to paint you pink all over.”

“Just stop talking nonsense Hoseok.”

He doesn’t answer back, only leans ahead, pressing a kiss softer, more delicate and sweeter than any you’ve ever experienced. The simple touch of it making you lose your mind, craving more till he moves away only seconds later. “Just let me try once. Just tonight Y/N, and that’s all I want.”

“Can you just kiss me already?” You answer through gritted teeth, looking the other way as you try to hide your blush behind the locks of your hair.

He doesn’t waste much time, pecking your cheeks in almost a spur of a money before you feel your body weight being lifted off your arms and your head crashing against the pillow. His body towering over yours in an instant, as he dives back in for your lips, this time with a little bite on your lower lip that has you gasping in surprise.

He let his fingers slip under your t-shirt, his cold touch now directly resting on your skin, as his feverish pecks against your lips picked pace. Your hands were moving about the length of his body, loving the way his muscles felt under your touch, you tried to hold yourself together but the little moans that left you every time his tongue brushed against yours. Heck, he hadn’t even gotten your dress of you completely and yet you were a moaning mess for his sinful expertise. But God did you want more, did you need more. You wanted to feel him against you, to hear his moans and you wanted him to get closer to you.

You snaked your hands to the nape of his neck, trying to devour his lips whole as the sheer frustration of desire took over your body. “Fuck— your hands.” He groans as your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. His sudden to your tiniest of actions, made your pits boil with pleasure. He just sounded so hot.

“You like that Hoseok?” you ask, trying to form coherent words, having been clearly affected by the way his hips roll against you, making the pits of our stomach churn in pleasure. “You like the way I touch you?”

He doesn’t answer but just purrs in response as his kisses make their way down your neck. His lips pressing against your heated skin trying to garner a reaction from you. “Baby girl it feels fucking magical.”

You knew he was holding back. His hands seemed to be hesitating from moving an inch and it only made you realize if you want something you’re going to have to get it yourself. You push Hoseok back, causing him to sit there astonished as you straddle his hips. His back against the headboard he watches in awe as you find your way to his lips, thighs over his.

Your skirt rides up, letting Hoseok’s hands find a new abode, as they run across the length of your thigh making it harder to concentrate on kissing him.

Just take the panties off already.

His fingers trailed cautiously but the left a messy trail everywhere, the tiniest of his touch had you moaning into his mouth and the feeling of impatience intensifying.

“Shit—” He exclaims without any further context, as he pressed down on your panties, clearly having felt how drenched they were just from the friction caused by his rubbing crotch against yours. “You’re really fucking wet.” He moves his hands over your ass gripping it harshly as he watches your head fall onto his shoulders.


“My name sounds so hot falling from your lips baby, I’ve wanted to hear it ever since that night.” He continues, slipping your panties down your thighs, making sure to let his fingers dig into your skin and you groaned, spreading your legs instantly, needy for his touch. You needed something. “You want this don’t you?” He smirked, “You want me to leave you a wrecking mess right?” You whined, feeling him move a finger across wet slit for a couple of seconds, the pressure pleasurable even though he wasn’t doing anything of substance and you bucked against him when he moved, desperation filling you.

He pulls his hands away, holding it in front of his eyes and all you could see was his finger glistening wet with your arousal. “This wet and I haven’t even touched you properly.” He states, licking his bottom lip as his fingers disappear under your skirt once more, still teasing you as he glided over your clit and you whined out, feeling him repeat the motion with increasing amounts of pressure on your clit now and again. You ground down on his fingers, knowing that he must be welling up in pride watching you become a puppet for him.


“Don’t be such a whiner darling.. but I don’t mind it honestly,” he commented amused by your sudden softness, his lips tread slowly up your skin before he began to, lightly this time, though, to avoid making marks in obvious places. “Makes it so much better.”

You didn’t even have a chance to retort, as he positions his finger right before your slit before thrusting into you, both fingers, curling them about as you moaned a bit too loud.

“Moan louder baby girl,” he encouraged you, “I want to know how good I make you feel. He was relentless in his ways, keeping up his handiwork in making you a mess but he was quite definitely enjoying the show as he sees your face contort with this weird mix of pain and pleasure.

You never thought you had a thing for this, the guys you hooked up with always used sweet words and made you feel like a princess. But hearing Hoseok go on and on about how good he’s making you feel had you so close to your edge you didn’t even know it was possible. “Can you take my dick yet baby?” He doesn’t stop, continuing his slew of curses every now and then trying to tip you over the edge with just his fingers. Your breaths got shorter, and your moans got louder.

Your little oohs and ahhs were only getting him harder, his erection clearly prominent through his sweatpants and your grabby hands weren’t making the situation any better. “I really want to feel your pretty lips around my cock baby.”

“Let me… Let me suck you off please.”

“You’d do that for me, baby?” He asks, slipping his hand from under your skirt and using the hand that he had on your waist to lift your face up. “You’d suck me off even though I haven’t done anything for you? You’ll be that good?”

“I promise I will just give me a chance.”

“Begging for my cock, you really know your way around don’t you?” He praises you tucking a strand behind your ears as he brings his fingers closer to your lips. “Suck like a good girl.”

You took his fingers into your mouth, circling your tongue around the digits, till you sucked your sweet arousal off them as he watched you intently with blown out eyes. You let go of his fingers with a soft pop, stepping back a little to make it easier for you to slide his sweats off. Almost naturally, Hoseok snakes his hand behind your neck to hold off the hair from your face as your fingers come in contact with his heated skin.

Fuck. He was rock hard in your hands, anger seeping off its tip as he waited for you to touch him. The sight alone, had you licking your lips in anticipation; you run your hands over his length a couple of times, earning low groans from Hoseok that bounced off the four walls of the room.

You leaned down letting your lips press against his tip as you took a short kitten lick, tasting the bittersweet flavor of his precum. You rested your hand on his well-built thighs his dick in your face and you felt him breathe out, raspy as ever and you twisted a little, clenching your thighs together as you tried to relieve some of the pressure that started to burn within you.

You parted your lips, as you feel him let go of your hair taking his cock in his hands instead, guiding it towards your mouth, jutting the tip into your mouth. Pushing his dick back against your lips, but this time he slid the tip in and you instinctively curled your tongue around it, lapping at it like it was the only meal you’ve ever had.

He watched you intently, mouth hanging wide open as slews of curses and incoherent moans fall off his tongue. You only stared back at him, your eyes looking right at his as your lips guided themselves over his hot twitching dick.

“Fuck― You’re doing so good baby girl.”

If his praises didn’t make you moan on to his dick then the way his hands worked their way down your body sure as heck did. You tried straightening your back, gripping his dick at its base and squeezing just the tiniest bit enough to get him mad. As you sucked harder, his hisses became prominent as well as the strength in his hands as he gripped the base of your head trying to almost push you on to his dick.

“Baby― You’re gonna have to stop. It feels too fucking good.”

“What?” You were confused beyond degree, as you let go of his cock with a string attached to the tip as you wipe it off with the back of your hand. “Are you sure about this Hoseok?”

“Baby you feel like heaven, but I want to bury my cock in you.” He answered without giving it a second thought. His hands wrapped around your thighs urging you to climb on his lap as he bunched the skirt higher. “I want you to feel good too.”

He wastes no time in running a finger down your slit, only to find your arousal dripping down your thighs. Normally you would’ve hidden your face in shame, but you were not in your right mind as you looked back into his surprised eyes just waiting for him to fill you up.

“Are you really this wet because of me Y/N?”

You didn’t have to answer him, the both of you knew this was going to happen one night, tonight just happened to be that night. You held your breath as he pushed in slowly, biting down on your lips as his head stretched you out, his girth filled you up perfectly making you take a deep breath from the pastiche of pain and pleasure that was taking over every inch of your body.

“You’re on the pill aren’t you?”

“Mhmm,” you answered through gritted teeth, thanking your past self for not messing up on one thing. Trying to concentrate on the feeling of his bare dick against your wall and not moan out his name from the tiniest bit of friction that you found from grinding against his dick; it was impossible for you to form sentences, so a short hum is all you could manage.

“You’re still this tight?” he panted out, one hand on the small of your back as he pushed further into you. “Fuck— Y/N you feel fucking amazing. ”

His breathless praises continued and so did your helpless moans. Feeling of his cock pounding into had you losing your mind, your continuous efforts in trying to hold back your loud self only going vain as he manages to rile you up more and more with his kisses on your neck.

“Soo, good…” he moaned. “I didn’t think I’d want you this bad, after seeing you that night.” All your senses confusing themselves to a blur as all you could feel were the clutched bed sheets in your hands and his groans, your eyes shut tight. “I didn’t think I could ever want a girl like I want you.”

“Fuck Hoseok—”you spat out loud, his thrusts getting harder and deeper each time. “Fuck… I can’t hold out much longer”

“Then come all over my dick baby girl,” he encouraged you further, gripping onto your thighs tighter that would leave marks all over. “Shit-” he cried out, thrusting deeper inside of you now, making sure to hit you just at the right angle.

Within seconds your body was trembling. You felt the burst of pleasure explode through your body, your fingers trying to hold on to something tangible, but only digging into his shoulders instead.

You lose your balance, almost toppling over from the intense and overpowering feeling of ecstasy if it weren’t for Hoseok still holding you up, and pounding into you like a maniac. His usual bright face was different now, his lips hanging open and moans and whimpers filled the air around you, his eyes shut tight and his throbbing dick against your clenching wall; he was dangerously close.

“Fuck—where can… I?”

“I don’t care Hoseok do whatever the fuck you want,” you rushed out, desperate him to finally come, your head dropping on to his shoulder the oversensitivity settling into your body. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain and each of his thrust added to it.

You expected him to go on, more so you wanted him to fill you up. But within seconds he was pulling out of you, jerking himself off with his hands as a slight whine left him a mess with the drops of his come dribbling down his length.

And shit did he look hot completely fucked out and wrecked.

“Are you ok?” The both of you were still basking in the fresh feeling of relief that washed over your bodies when Hoseok decided to interrupt the silence with his short inquisition.


“I asked are you ok?” He repeats himself, shifting under your body for a second as beads of sweat trickle down his forehead from the extensive work out the both of you just had. “Go freshen up, and sleep here tonight.”

You get off his lap choosing to sit on the edge of the bed instead, “No I should get back to my apartment, it’s getting late anyway.”

“Y/N, it’s 2:48 am right now, it’s too late for you to walk back home.” He moves over to his side, grabbing a few tissues from his nightstand before cleaning himself up. You sit there awkwardly trying to weigh out your options before he interjects your thoughts again; walking up in front of you so he could look you in the eyes. “Here’s a pair of fresh clothes get changed and go to sleep, I know for a fact that we both have class early in the morning.”

“Look at me,” he says, tilting your face upwards “Just rest for tonight we can talk in the morning we have art together ok baby?”

“Right, art.” Taking the pair of sweats and a tee from his hands, he leads you to the washroom like a gentleman, as you lock the door behind you in hopes of taking a shower and heading to sleep just like Hoseok had suggested. Your reflection in the mirror stared back at you, messed up hair and scrunched up clothes; there’s no way you would’ve been able to step outside. Not looking like this. You turn the tap on for the sink, slashing your face with cold water to get rid of the minimal makeup that you had on. Your skin was usually pretty manageable, but something felt different as you stared at yourself in the mirror once more. Something that felt out of place, yet still seemed unrecognizable to you.

You just started your own mess, and its going to be a hard one to clean up.

Fragments - Part 2

Word Count: 6682

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence

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Cas had managed to get details from the getaway driver for the people who took Sam. It wasn’t much but it was something to go on. You’d found out they were British and had just flown into the country the same night they took Sam. He also told you he drove them to a local veterinarian but didn’t know why. Dean was off checking the tail number of the plane. Cas was checking into the Vet. Mary and you were sitting at a table in a park outside of the Vet’s practice, waiting for him to show back up.

You weren’t speaking, opting to watch Mary. Everyone had been so worried about you and your memory issue then about Sam disappearing they hadn’t paid much attention to her and how she was adjusting. She was watching everyone, staring at the cell phones and the laptops. She looked just as lost as you felt. You didn’t remember your life, but you remembered what life was like. You remembered phones, computers, technology, how to use everything. All of that was still there. You couldn’t imagine how she felt, being dumped 33 years into the future with a dead husband and two grown sons.

“Are you ok? I know how I feel. It must be a lot for you to take in.” Mary turned to you, smiling sweetly and nodding her head just as Cas approached carrying coffees, passing one to each of you. “Thanks, Cas.”

“It’s how you like it.” Cas said, sitting in the chair next to yours. “Or how you used to like it.” You took a sip and hummed in satisfaction, earning a smile from Cas.

“This must be difficult for you.” Cas said, turning toward Mary, apparently picking up on the same thing you had. “I remember my first moments on Earth. It was jarring.”

“One word for it.” She laughed. “I grew up with hunters. I’ve heard of coming back from the dead…but to actually do it after 30 years…a lot’s changed.” She glanced around again, looking at everyone on their phones. “A lot.”

“Y/N what about you? Are you holding up ok?” Cas questioned. “I can’t really get a read on you. Then again…I guess I never really could.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “You were always a mystery to me.”

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Just one chance 

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part I)

Part II Part III

A/N: One about Zach YAAAY! I hope you like it and if you’re wondering there will be more parts of this one.

Warnings: English is not my first language.


Words: 2.052


I had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how long it took.

I had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad every time I looked inside.

Nevertheless I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes, after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.

I couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag so the next day he would have something.

I didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.

A few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.

One day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period. I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even more embarrassing.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend down to get the book that I made that person drop.

I saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach was so much nicer than all of them together.

“Don’t worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.

“Wait!” he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.

“Okay… thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.

When I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again, this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to my question.

The class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general, even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time. I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.

Unluckily for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.

“You’re better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that I saw in the blackboard.

“That means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the time.

That answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this morning.

“Well, we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked looking at him again.

“Just an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that smile.

The bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone looked at me.

When he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.

“I know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.

“Your parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”

“well, they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for second period too.

“How do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”

“Why do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel, it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”

“If you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”

“This is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your feelings”.

“(Y/N) wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.

I started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me; I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.

“Is everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.

“Yes, what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the sudden he’s worried about me.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside me was completed and I just smiled widely.

“That’s really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”

We remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.

“Would you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was exposed to a terrible danger.

I looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really painful.

“Zach… I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t change.

“I don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I was totally amazed.

“Is this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“

“No!” he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts “I promise you it’s nothing like that”

“Then why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this, I guess…”

“I get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not like that, and you won’t regret it”

“I’ll accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”

He stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.

“I know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”

I couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.

“How… how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself form the things he had said to me.

“Because I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling “and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”

“That could be anyone…”

“That’s what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”

“Compliments are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.

“Then what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you have doubts, I just ask for one chance”

“Ok, I’ll go out with you” I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.

His expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think my attempt was useless.

“I promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the library? We are already really late to class anyways”

“Sure, and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by his side to the library.

“Of course”

whenever I give a compliment I want it to be really genuine and well thought out.
I like to look over or evaluate everything I enjoy about a person and then try my best to put it into words. The way they act, dress, behave. The way they accomplish certain tasks. The way their laugh sounds or their overall presence. The things they do that make me love who they are.


Requested by anon: Woozi for lawyer!au Hehe thanks! 

This was one of the more popular choices when yall voted! I was sure that woozi aus weren’t that popular but my street musician au blew up?? as did this au when people voted??? ever since i made this blog you guys have never ceased to amaze me I LOVE YOU ALL!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS PIECE FROM YOUR FAV MOM!!!

warnings: a Manly Jihoon that turns into a Blushy Jihoon with bad jokes

  • Ok yall im in mock trial so this is some real legit stuffz but i don’t know everything so it’s obviously not completely accurate!
  • This au got quite a lot of votes, a lot more than i expected
  • Here we will explore the concept of Manly Jihoon
  • Let’s get moving!!!!!
  • You’ve been in your current law firm for a few years now
  • You ain’t even an attorney you just file papers rip
  • You’re like i am s O D ON E with this job hahahah :)))))
  • Your office job is like the typical ones you hear about that make you wanna yawn bc they’re just sO B OR I N G
  • #savereader2k17
  • Additionally to your office job, you’re also lowkey a personal assistant for the one and only,,,,,,
  • You guessed it
  • Lee Jihoon
  • The bEST of the best attorneys ever to exist, at least for the defense
  • We’re talking about high-scale crimes that you would only imagine happening, like big scandalous murder cases in mystery novels and movies

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anonymous asked:

Djwifi+ "Trixx (which is the fox kwami) don't you even think about it!"

“Don’t you even think about it!” Alya hissed, grabbing her kwami and shoving the troublesome little creature under her pillow just as Nino opened the door to the bedroom. 

“Hey, everything ok in here?” he asked looking around, “I thought it sounded like you were talking to someone.” 

“Oh, that… uh… I was answering a text from Marinette I sometimes yell at my phone. You know how she is with her wacky schemes and all that!” 

“Right,” Nino said not looking entirely convinced. “So I know we’ve been talking about taking advantage of your family being out of town for our 2 year anniversary and whatnot, but if you aren’t comfortable with this…”

“No! No I promise it’s nothing like that!” Alya said jumping up and grabbing his shoulders. “Believe me, there is nothing I want more than for us to finally spend some quality time together. I know I’ve been really… distracted lately, and I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” 

“Al, you don’t owe me anything,” Nino said gently cupping her chin to meet her eyes, “yeah it’s been hard lately but that’s life. I am not going to freak out and leave you or something stupid like that just because you get busy. I mean come on, I’ve been putting up with Adrien’s constant disappearing act for 2 years and he’s still my best bro. Do you really think I wouldn’t do the same for you?” 

Alya felt herself relax as she leaned forward to kiss her boyfriend. She really had lucked out when Ladybug had locked them into that cage all those months ago. Who else would be so supportive and understanding even without knowing what was even going on? After all she couldn’t exactly tell him that she was spending half her time running around town as Paris’s newest hero. He had even been helping her with managing the updates on the Ladyblog. 

She wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in this rare moment of intimacy and completely oblivious to the small orange blur that darted over to her computer. 

“You are the best,” Alya whispered between languid kisses, “you know that right?” 

“Oh really?” Nino grinned, “does that mean I rank higher than Marinette on the Alya’s most important people scale?” 

“You might even rank higher than Ladybug,” Alya teased. 

Nino laughed and gave an exaggerated fist pump. “Yes! Life goals achieved!” 

“I love you,” Alya said, her teasing giving way to genuine emotion as she looked at this boy whom she couldn’t imagine her life without anymore. 

“I love you too,” he said softly leaning in for another kiss. 

“LET’S GET IT OOOOOONNNN…” Alya and Nino leapt apart as the loud sound of Marvin Gaye burst from her computer speakers. 

“Trixx, I don’t care if you are a demi-god, I am going to murder you!” Alya shrieked whirling around in search of the mischievous fox.

“What?” Nino asked. 

“Uh….” Alya gulped, “Oops.” 

“Give me a fandom/ship and a sentence of dialogue and I will do a paragraph/short scene.”

With All My Heart - Part 7

Word Count: 2913

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Medical situations, some self loathing/self esteem issues

A/N: Tags for this series are closed. Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always appreciated

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Jensen sat at your bedside long after all the tests had been done, running his thumb over your knuckles. He’d sent Jared home after a lengthy argument that he’d be fine to wait alone, that he should go get some rest and be with Gen and the kids. They’d loaded you up with so much medication there was really no way to tell when you’d fully wake up anyway. He promised to call if anything changed.

He was half asleep when your free hand shot up to your face, clawing at the oxygen mask to try and get it off. “Shh, Y/N, stop.” Jensen grabbed your hand and lowered it back down, waiting for your eyes to stop wildly searching the room and focus on him. “It’s ok, you’re alright. You gotta keep that on, though. At least for now.” You fought against him, determined to get the mask off your face. It felt oppressive and claustrophobic and you had no idea you were even in a hospital or why he was forcing you to wear it but you wanted it off and you wanted it off now. “Sweetheart, calm down. I need you to calm down. Stop fighting and I’ll explain everything and then I’ll get a nurse and see if we can get the mask off, ok?”

You finally stopped struggling, relaxing against the bed and taking in your surroundings. “Why am I in a hospital?” You finally asked and Jensen smiled at the sound of your voice. He was starting to think you weren’t able to speak.

“They said you probably had a mini stroke.” Jensen answered. “They ran a bunch of tests and I told ‘em about how sick you were when we met. There’s no really easy way to tell you this…”

“So tell me.”

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dan’s liveshow // 7/25/17

~ oh damn gaming video hopefully that’s tomorrow 
~ “very specific reasons” hm? maybe he’s editing on dan’s computer because the gaming room is a mess because of the tiling? but why wouldn’t they tell us? i may come up with some theories on this one, idk 
~ i feel like mildly suspicious of the lack of bedroom sharing? it seems like he’s planned the whole thing out about what to say and everything. i mean i do that too when i KNOW something is going to sound suspicious so it’s probably not. i’m just being a demon phannie lmao ignore me 
~ ok but is that table mounted to the wall #phancy
~ wow we really learned a lot about the house from this video cheeky self promo we’re going to have a long discussion about this over at @phandomfbi wow brook shut the hell up 
~ honestly dan’s video notebook sounds like my prompt list you’ll have forgotten you asked me by the time i finally get to your prompt 
~ ah, the history of “emo”
~ i’m really appreciating him talking about emos and the “queer” culture and how he wanted to be that and eventually was as a kid ahh
~why am i even going to post this fucking pms i’m an emotional wreck throwing up demon phannie all over the screen
~ the welcome to the black parade intro is 11 notes not 7 daniel smh phake emo
~ “why’d you bleep phil’s swear” “cuz it’s funny” did someone say confused
~ “the assening” the only acceptable way to speak of phil knocking the soundproof tiles off
~ “iMpOrTaNt PlAnS” 
~ oh make a wish awwwwww that’s so sweet! i’m gonna be honest that would be my wish too 
~ man phil’s out there editing and checking out the livestreaming software at the same time you go boy
~ ok but that bright spot on the moon is 10/10 a secret camera *illuminati theme plays*
~ wow this turned into a real shitpost real fast i’m not even sorry
~ glad we can finally all agree the diss track is second only to monster pops on dan’s channel

in summary: 
i’m a demon phannie with pms so that’s been a shitpost. however, this is a very interesting liveshow. gaming channel livestreams open a whole new world of things that i may talk about in the future, maybe when one is actually on the way. we don’t know, which is the best part of it all in my opinion. man am i ready for these next few weeks. we’ll see how it goes! 

I don't love you anymore...


Anonymous asked -Hi! i was wondering if i could request a Jungkook scenario where he breaks up with you because he likes some other girl, but ends up regretting it. When he goes back the the reader to get them back she has already moved on with someone new. (Like Yugyeom or something like that) Thank you!! -

“Y/N we need to talk” “uh yeah sure, just hold on one second” “no we need to talk now” jungkook said with a serious voice “you knew something has been up all week so you gave him your full attention now. “is…everything o-” “we need to break up” jungkook said suddenly. All you could mutter was a simple “what” you felt your heart shatter into a thousand pieces when you heard those words come out of Jungkooks mouth “I’m breaking up with you Y/N” you can feel the tears build up in your eyes with every word he says “w-why now” “I’m in love with somebody else” he said loudly he didn’t mean for it to come out so harshly but the words just spilled out that way and there was no way to take them back now “I’m in love with somebody else Y/N, I’m sorry that it has to end like this. I just don’t have feelings for you anymore. You could feel your heart breaking but pounding at the same time, eyes filled with tears. You didn’t want him to see you so hurt. “leave” you said softly not being able to get over the painful bump in your throat. “Y/N” he says as he steps towards you. “leave!” you screamed at him, this time not being able to hold the tears you screamed with all you could. Jungkook walked out of door quietly, he knew he had broken you.

Once you heard the door close behind him you fell to the floor a part of you wanted nothing to do with him anymore the love you once had was now fueled with hatred ‘how could he do this to me’ ‘he said he loved me’ ‘how long was he seeing another girl’ ‘why’ all these ran through your head. But also, a part of you wanted him to come running back through the door, run up to you and say, “it was all a prank” you wanted him to come hug you and comfort you after this ‘prank’ telling you that he loved you that he only had eyes for you. But he didn’t he walked through that door and didn’t come back. He left you there crying on the floor. In your head, you went through the two years you had spent happily with jungkook, going through the first time you met to your first kiss, your first I love you’s. when he introduced you to his members, every happy memory you had with jungkook was now erased and replaced with sorrow.

You spent the rest of the day (and the rest of the week) crying your eyes out. You could barely breathe sometimes you cried so hard you wanted to scream out you wanted to scream at him but you wanted to scream at yourself even more for letting yourself get so hurt. You stayed like that for a week before you friend Y/F/N got worried, she came to your apartment to see you as a mess, dried tears on your face, your hair a mess you haven’t showered you haven’t even left your bed. She pulled you out of your hole, cleaned you up, and promised you a fun time out “you’ll forget all about that jerk, I promise you” were her exact words. She took you out and you had to admit you were actually having a pretty good time, you were laughing and that smile everybody loved was back once again.

Y/F/N took you to a café first to get you caffeinated and awake for the day. You talked for a while. You talked about everything the break up, what you’ve been doing all week (crying your eyes out in bed and eventually crying yourself to sleep is what it mostly consisted of) you admitted to Y/F/N that you thought he was the one. Those two years were the happiest years of your life. You had told him so many things that you haven’t even told your best friend which she eventually scolded you for not telling her. After talking with Y/F/N for quite a while. Y/F/N dragged you to the mall. You went shopping, laughed at the silliest clothes you could find at forever 21, trying them on and laughing so hard with Y/F/N you were having the best time in a while.

You were walking around the mall finding your next destination when you saw him. You saw jungkook, he wasn’t alone either… he was with a girl. He looked like he was having fun, that he had forgotten all about you, all about the two years he had spent with you. You froze. Not moving even though people were shoving you out of the way in the busy mall. When your friend looked at you, your eyes were swelling with tears again. Y/F/N pushed you into the nearest store, asking numerous times if you were okay, if you wanted to leave but you didn’t hear her your eyes were glued on jungkook. The girl jungkook was with suddenly reached up and kissed him softly. 

You broke your gaze, now just looking around the room trying to get the tears to not fall down your face in front of everybody. “I want to go home” you said quietly to your friend. “no, I’m sorry Y/N but I promised you a good time, that I would cheer you up and I’m still going to try Y/N” she pulled your arm and you just followed behind her. Walking straight passed jungkook. He turned when he saw you face and whispered a gentle “Y/N?” he looked back to his now girlfriend hoping to erase the imagine your pained face out of his brain. You and Y/F/N walked around for a bit before she had the idea of taking you to the bar, you weren’t really excited to go but you saw the determination your friend had to get you to your bubbly cheerful self again so you agreed only to make her happy.

when you reached the bar, your friend ordered both of you drinks. You were planning on having only one or two drinks, call a cab, go home and forget the all too familiar face of your ex. But the drinks kept coming and you kept drinking every one of them, you couldn’t help yourself you were too depressed to care you were going to have a major hangover in the morning and kept drinking whatever came in your direction. Now your only plan was to drink your sorrows away. the rest of the night was a bit of a blur but you remembered the numerous drinks you had received and the one drink that the guy next to you had ordered for you that you kindly took. You walked up to him to thank him before you pulled you gently towards the dance floor. You danced the rest of the night with mysterious man who bought you a drink.

When you woke up the next morning you were in your own bed. Your head was pounding and you groaned the second you winced from the pain. When you finally dragged yourself out of bed you found a note on your table ‘hey Y/N it’s me the guy from last night, I brought you back home after we danced for so long haha anyways my name is yugyeom here is my number 123-456-7890 call me I had fun last night! :)’ you smiled. You had fun last night you met a great guy who yes you did meet at a bar but he wasn’t like the normal guys at the bar who it on girls and try to get in your pants he was genuinely sweet caring and a great dancer you thought.

You called Y/F/N to tell her even though the first thing she did when she answered the phone was groan at you. You had forgotten all about jungkook and the pain and you were happy again. You called yugyeom at night with the advice from your friend even if you brushed off her advice in the past. You called him you thanked him for last night and told him you had fun he admitted that he was having a rough week and that you made him smile for the first time in that week. You talked the rest of the night. Just about anything and everything you talked about you, you talked about him, you talked about your favorite animals. Just everything and you never got bored once you finally fell asleep at 4 am after he had told you to get some sleep. You made a date with him to meet him at the café down the street from where he lived.

That date was the first of many dates and you had finally made it official. He had told you he was in a group called got7 and you were okay with it as it was nothing new you had experienced the same thing with jungkook. He knew about jungkook and you but it was all the past and he was well over forgotten. you were happy again. You had found someone who loved you again and you were happy. Dare I say even happier then you were with jungkook. You connected more with yugyeom and the rest of got7 were one of your best friends now. You were happy and content you two have even talked about marriage and kids in the future you were in the right place with yugyeom. You forgot all about your heart break. You still kept in contact with the rest of bts as they were still your friends but other than that dare I say you even forgot jungkook existed in your world. One day you were waiting for yugyeom outside of a pizza shop when you had seen Jungkook.

You didn’t give him that much attention but you saw that he was walking towards you and looking straight at you so you gave him a smile and a friendly wave to stay away from anything awkward even if the whole situation was awkward itself “hi Y/N” he said as he stood right in front of you “hey jungkook” you said with a smile. You looked down and back up at you. “everything ok” this was all too familiar now and you were getting uncomfortable. He looked up at you with a sad smile “Y/N I’m so sorry about what I did to you, the truth is I still love you I want you back. Please give me a second chance please” he said he sounded as if he was almost going to cry so you knew this was sincere. He took you hand in his before you quickly pulled away “I’m sorry jungkook you know I’ll always love you but I’m with Yugyeom now I’m happy with him so happy jungkook. You broke my heart when I saw you with that girl. I can’t go back to you jungkook not now and I don’t think I’ll ever I’m sorry” you said with a frown you didn’t know what to do should you get Yugyeom.

Should you hug him you had no idea. “please Y/N I was so stupid I didn’t love that girl I don’t know what I was thinking I was so happy with you Y/N” he said now literally on the verge of tears “I’m sorry jungkook but I don’t love you like that anymore you have to understand. I hope for the best for you and say hi to the rest of bangtan for me ok?” you said that with a hopeful smile before yugyeom walked out, greeted jungkook, and you walked off with yugyeom “bye jungkook” you said before leaving. You were happy with yugyeom yes you loved jungkook but not in that way anymore. You could never go back to him. He broke your heart once you don’t need it shattered once more. You and yugyeom held a very happy life together after that. so many happy memories and way more to come.

A/N: heyyy guys!!! sorry the end is a bit trash but I tried lol, it is currently 2 am and I’m tired af. Sorry it was posted late. Please feel free to send any asks or messages to me I love talking to everyone! Yugyeoms number Is fake as you can all tell lol. To the anon who requested I hope you like it!! Also to everyone else I hope you like it! Goodbye for now~ 

(oh and i wanna start a text series soon please tell me what you think and ifs you have any ideas)


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Prompt: “You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him.”
Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,259
Warnings: language, drinking
A/N: We all know it’s been impossible for me to write anything other than Misha lately so I forced myself to break out of that and this was born. I figure I need some more Jared/Sam on my master list and I’m trying to rectify that. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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From Here On Out // Chapter Five


I like this chapter. It was fun, it’s more the Meredith and Harry from a time before and it was nice for me to write, and I *actually* had time to write for once which also made this quite a pleasant one to do.

Big thanks again to The Drama Ducks @harrysmeadow and @islareeveswriting for being with me every step of the way and pointing out my LOL mistakes, like when Meredith shits her light off…or does she? You’d all have some really terrible typos if it wasn’t for these two.

I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it and please let me know what you think! I’m posting a little earlier than I usually do because I’m going out but it just means you get it earlier. Byeeeeee x

Word Count // 4.7K

Listen To // Dirty Laundry by All Time Low

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“Meri? You up?” Harry called out into the empty space of Meredith’s flat as he shut the front door behind him and saw that the door to her bedroom, which had been firmly slammed shut in his face last night and remained shut this morning, was now open wide and the sunlight emitting from the room meant she was definitely up and about. She’d still been asleep when Harry had woken up on the sofa which had felt awful on his back after his long flight back from LA, but to say he’d even slept properly would have been reaching; he’d slept for about an hour before spending the rest of the time in the dark thinking about how he was going to fix things with her after their fight.

Before going out for some fresh air and to get a couple of things, he’d peeked his head around the door to find her lying spark out on her bed with her arms wrapped around one of the four pillows, holding it as though she was cuddling somebody, and one of her legs lying outside the duvet, before he’d closed it again and rested his head against the wood with a quiet sigh. It had been early and he hadn’t heard her shut off her light until gone two in the morning so he let her sleep it away; she’d clearly been stressed out the night before, and he suspected it was more than just to do with a silly article in a newspaper, and any time spent arguing wasn’t good for them.

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Mannequin 4: The Becoming

Summary:  Dean gets hit with a curse and you’re the only person that he can talk to.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas, OC George

Word Count:  2922

Warnings: swearing

A/N:  I wrote this for @wheresthekillswitch and @trexrambling Crack It Baby Challenge.  My prompt was “I’m pretty sure there’s a law against removing your pants in public."  It will be bolded in the fic.

If you’ve never heard of the movie Mannequin please watch this.  And don’t judge me, the eighties were weird, ok?  I actually worked in display and merchandising for years because this movie made hanging out in a department store after hours look like the best time ever.

Thank you to @pinknerdpanda for betaing the beginning of this story and thank you to @hannahindie for polishing it up.  You ladies are wonderful!

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You worked on the new mannequin all day.  You were tired of the faceless weirdo ones the store had been using forever so you made a bet with George; if the real looking one got more attention he’d let you make more.  You knew exactly how you wanted him to look; tall, sandy brown hair, full lips and green eyes.  You sigh to yourself as you think of him; the man from ‘that one hot summer’ in college a million years ago.

That night you drive to the store ready to work on the new display with George.

“Here’s the new mannequin,” you say setting it down.

George looks him up and down.  “Mmm, maybe you can make me one.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes.  “I’m gonna start setting up.”

“Ok, I’ll be there in a bit.

You pick it up and walk over to the window, your thoughts occupied with the next display.  You stand the mannequin up looking him over.  He really is perfect, you think to yourself as you pick out a hat to put on him.

“What the hell?”

“Holy fuck, what?!” you scream.

The now-alive mannequin is gripping your shoulders, “Where am I?  How did I get here?” the tall, gorgeous, used-to-be mannequin asks.  “Wait, Y/N?”

“Dean?” you pause, catching your breath.  “I’m hallucinating.  All these late nights have finally made me crazy,” you mumble.  “The most vivid hallucination ever,” you say touching his face.

“Hey,” Dean says touching where your hand just was.

“How are you alive?”

“Uh, what?  I am alive! How did I get here?”

“Dude, I hate to break it to you but you were a mannequin about ten seconds ago.”

“A what?”

“A mannequin, see,” you gesture around you, “storefront window, clothes.”

He looks down at what he’s wearing and a look of disgust and surprise crosses his face.  He starts to undo the button of his pants.

“And, I’m pretty sure there’s a law against removing your pants in public,” you say, holding up your hands.

“Well I’m not wearing these, sweetheart.”

“What? These are great, they’re the latest-”

“They’re shorts.”

“Yeah, it’s summer.”

“I don’t do shorts.”

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From Here On Out // Chapter Three


Hello! A few of you said that you were unimpressed by Harry’s attitude in the last chapter so hopefully this will make up for it. I’m trying to make it as realistic as possible and, honestly, I think that would be the reaction if somebody unexpectedly found out about their impending parenthood and didn’t feel ready, denial etc is all part of it so that explains why he was being a tiny bit unaccepting of it.

Thank you, as always, to my main gals @islareeveswriting (who is somewhere deep and dark in the countryside right now and still found 3G to read it) and @harrysmeadow for helping me along as per usual. Three months until Harry with you two baes <3

Word Count // 4k +

Listen To // Hold You by Nina Nesbitt

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Harry didn’t respond to her words about being a single mother. He didn’t say a thing, in fact, and left the phone line silent except for the sound of Meredith sniffling at her end. It wasn’t that he didn’t care for her ending up in that situation, it was that he didn’t know what to do. His mind was spinning and he already felt like the worst dad in the world to the little bub in her belly.

“I’ll call you later,” was what he’d said to her. No emotion, no explanation of why he was about to hang up the phone, and he never did give her that call. He blocked it out. Much like Meredith had tried to ignore it all, now it was his turn, even with all of his earlier protests to her that he wouldn’t let her do it alone and that he wasn’t angry, it was only when she’d admitted why she was feeling so bad about it all that it hit him: if she was going to be a single mother, then he was going to be a single father.

Six days she waited for him with not one phone call, message, or voicemail. Each night, he’d laid in bed with his phone in his hand trying to press on her name with his chewed up fingers to call her, or he’d type out a message but delete it before he could send, and so he’d fall asleep with the device in his hand and regret it the next day when he, yet again, saw in himself that he didn’t have the balls to just take responsibility for his actions. Every time he left it, it got more and more difficult to consider contacting her.

He thought, maybe, when he saw her back in London, he’d be able to get his words across. Maybe when he saw her belly when she was asleep and did the thing when she got too hot and threw the duvet off, maybe he’d see a tiny little swell of her stomach, and that would help him face it.

While he’d been busy pretending to be in a war, Meredith had been engrossed in her own physical battle. She’d barely moved for the whole week except to get from the bathroom, where she’d been continually throwing up, to the sofa where she’d been lying down for most of each day. She’d managed half a day of work before she’d been sent home sick and she’d called in sick for the rest of the week. She couldn’t even muster the energy to go out to the supermarket to get some food in, resigning herself to using up what she had and ordering in a takeaway if she couldn’t be creative enough.

Worse though, in between it all, she couldn’t stop crying. Her eyes were red raw from the constant run of tears down her cheeks, and there was no point in her even trying to put eye makeup on because it would only be smudged off. She looked a mess. After he didn’t call her again after their phone call, she’d called him the next night but he hadn’t picked up. She messaged him telling him when she booked an appointment for the doctor and asked him to call when he had a free moment but got nothing back, and all of her voicemails went unanswered.

She felt abandoned before anything had actually even happened.


“Tea for you,” Harry spoke as he came over to her from the kitchen and placed her mug in her hands, “and tea for me,” he said as he sat down and placed his own on the coffee table in front of them, his knee knocking against her shoulder a little from where she’d sat on the floor with her back against the sofa. He’d been back in London for just a day, after his week of filming, and while he’d decided against coming straight to Meredith for fear of starting an argument, he came over early that morning to pick her up so they could drive to her GP appointment together. He obviously had read the message.

“Thanks,” she muttered, her voice shy and timid, a shell of what Harry was used to seeing from her. Her hair was in a messy bun, thrown up on the top of her head, glasses on her nose, and Harry’s Randy’s Donuts hoodie over her body. She liked the smell of it: it smelled like him, like she was safe, and that was all she needed.

They’d returned just ten minutes ago from the doctor and the car journey there had been the most awkward fifteen minutes of both their lives. Neither of them had dared open their mouths, unsure what to say, and a radio silence; the only break was with the window down and some wind coming through.

She’d cried her way through the appointment, with Harry squeezing her thigh and holding her hand to comfort her as the doctor estimated she was around seven weeks gone, and went through the options and explained that she didn’t have to decide there and then.

What Meredith wanted, though, Meredith got, and they were referred to hospital for an appointment in a couple of weeks. The leaflets on ‘pregnancy choices’ had been thrown in the bin before they even left the building, much to Harry’s amusement, making him raise his first genuine smile all week. And before they’d even left the carpark in his big and bad Range Rover, he was already bringing up the fact that he was going to switch the hospital to a private one.

While the silence between them had been broken for a short while, now back in Meredith’s flat with a pile of pregnancy notes in front of them, the reality of it was setting in, it could no longer be ignored.

“I’ll look later on at some hospitals, see if we can look around one or two soon, decide where we want to do everything, if that’s ok?” He suggested, taking his hand around the back of her neck and stroking his thumb across her skin.

She sniffed. “You’re talking about these private hospitals as if I have a money tree in my non-existent garden.”

“I didn’t say anything about you paying. I’ll take care of it, you know I will,” he assured her. “I know this might sound odd but I’d like it if you came to Swanage and Weymouth with me,” he suggested, hoping for a better response than what he got for inviting her to the Netherlands. “It’s just…you’ve been in here all week, and I really think you need to get away for a bit, the doctor can sign you off with stress. You need to breathe in the sea air, and-…”

“…And be walking across some sandy beach in a white dress while you walk beside me with nobody recognising you because you’re not famous? Is that your little fantasy here?” She snapped, turning her head violently to look up at him and forcing him to remove his hand from her.


“No,” she stood. “This is not going to be all lovely for either of us so don’t pretend it will be. I’ve got no room, no money, no boyfriend, and clearly no self control. You’re pretending like we don’t have to tell anybody, like just me and you have to know. You have your career to think about, Jeff or whatever his name is isn’t going to like it if you just appear with a baby in a meeting one day, and your mum isn’t going to like it if you do the same to her. Of course we’re going to have to tell people. We’re friends, ok, that is what we are to people, not two idiots who have been sleeping together since they were sixteen.”

He stared up at her, blankly. “Are you done? Can you please calm down?”

She was silent for a short moment, avoiding his gaze and covering her mouth with the cuff of the hoodie and her hand, trying to keep her tears at bay, but she was hormonal and there wasn’t anything she could to hold them back.

“No I can’t,” she said as tears started escaping. “I’m scared, Harry.”

He stood up as she burst into tears in front of him, his tea going back to the coffee table, and his arms coming around to pull her into a hug. He stroked her hair as she buried her face into his neck, his chin resting on her head, as her tears spilled out onto his t-shirt. It was going to be snotty and wet when they were done, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to stop her panic. She was clinging to him for dear life and she was crying so hard that she was choking when she tried to breathe.

“Shhh…shhh, it’s ok,” he whispered. “Sweetheart, don’t cry. It’s going to be absolutely fine, alright. Don’t get yourself worked up, it’s not good for either of you, shhh….” It broke his heart. “You need to rest, lovely, can I move you to your bed?” He started to move them but Meredith didn’t unwrap herself from him, keeping herself cocooned in his arms as they walked the short distance to her room. “Please sleep for me, love. We can talk about everything later.”

“Stay with me,” she whispered, begging him to lie with her. “Please.”


“What are you doing up?” Harry asked as Meredith appeared in the kitchen where he was busy making dinner, jogging over to walk her to the seat at the table, taking a gentle hold of her arm. “I told you to rest.”

“I’ve rested for five hours, Harry. I’m pregnant, not ill, I can walk. You don’t need to help me to a seat, not until I’m about to drop at least,” she laughed for what was the first time in ages and as she did, she felt a huge weight fall from her shoulders. The simple force of a smile made her feel a little better, that and the smell of delicious food being cooked in the background, but mainly the smile.

“I know but-….”

“I’m alright, honestly. I had a wobble earlier but I’m ok,” she assured him. “What are you making us?”

“Spaghetti bolognese. Proper food for you, ok. I said I’m going to be here and I am.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s ok,” he smiled.

“No, really, thank you…for being here. Not every man would be so good.”

He gave her a cheeky wink as he dished up two bowls of food, and pulled the garlic bread from the oven, placing it on another plate and on the table in between them along with two glasses of water. If she couldn’t drink, neither was he. “It’s all you had in the cupboards so…”

“It’s good,” she told him through the food already in her mouth not five seconds after he’d sat down, sucking the spaghetti through her lips. “Really good, in fact. Feel better already…at least this doesn’t make me sick.”

She hadn’t eaten properly in days so she devoured it as though she was never going to see food again, even getting up to get another plateful to satisfy her cravings as Harry watched on. He could barely get a word in between her bites. “Sorry.”

“No, no, you eat what you want, better you eat too much than too little,” he told her, waiting until she’d sat back down again to continue. “So about you coming with me to the set?”

She’d rationalised it in her head while she was supposed to be sleeping and it did make sense for them both to be away from their friends and family’s eyes in London, wondering why they were suddenly spending a lot more time together and why Meredith wasn’t drinking or up for socialising so much.

“I think I should, too,” she agreed. “I thought about it and it makes sense. Even just being away from London and being able to think a little clearly and not be stuck in here with my own thoughts….”

“Good. Are you ok in the same room or do you want-…” he didn’t finish the sentence but she knew where he was going with it. He wasn’t sure of his place in it at the moment, wasn’t sure what it meant for them, and didn’t want to push too hard too soon.

“We’re a little bit late for that,” Meredith pointed at her bloating stomach and Harry chuckled back, she was right. “Your room is fine if you’ll have me.”

“I’ll sort everything out.”

He didn’t mean just the hotel or just the car, he meant he would sort everything out.


Being away from the city was freeing, even the drive, which they’d completed in Harry’s Audi R8 with the windows down, and the way they’d cruised down the motorway at seventy miles an hour made them both already feel lighter. In London, it had been miserable and rainy for a few days, doing nothing to improve Meredith’s mood, but the sun was shining on the south coast and the sea air Harry had promised seemed to make her feel a lot more content about their situation.

Harry had gone straight to the set for a short ‘where’s what’ on location after they’d checked in and found their room so Meredith had entertained herself with a walk along the seafront, enjoying her own company. She stopped off to buy some sticks of Rock for the both of them as she walked along the beach, seeing all the families on donkey rides and watching Punch & Judy until the temperature dipped and the winds picked up and she decided it was probably best if she got back into the warmth of the hotel again instead of wondering around in a tshirt with no jacket.

“Hey,” she heard Harry pipe up as she walked back into the room and found him scrambling from the bed to get the door, even though she could perfectly handle it herself. “Where’d you get to?”

“Just been on the beach all day!” She smiled as she threw her head upside down and tied her hair up. “Look! I brought us sticks of Rock because…well, why not?” She told him, passing him a couple.

“Thanks, love. Better than the coffee I’ve been living on all day,” he moaned. “I thought we could go out for dinner?”

“Out? You sure?” Meredith eyed him wearily. One blurry photo of Harry Styles with an unknown girl lead to articles about the ‘mystery woman’ and it was the last thing she needed, even if he did have his security with him.

“We can’t sit in hotel rooms all the time.” He had a point. “We’re by the sea, let’s go out and get some fish ‘n chips, it’ll be fine. You trust me?” She nodded. “Good. Get ya skates on, we’ll go in about twenty minutes, yeah?”

She never tired of seeing Harry get changed in front of her. He was never ashamed and would strip his clothes from his body, fully in the knowledge that the other person was staring at him, man or woman. He switched from his casual hoodie and shorts into black skinnies and one of his trademark floral shirts over the top of a white tshirt and sunglasses on top his head to keep his hair from falling in front of his face; it was a bit of an awkward cut for the while, chopped for the film, it sometimes fell as though he was in a nineties boyband.

They ended up on a seafront fish restaurant where there was a severe lack of anybody Harry thought would recognise him at all. It was full old couples on holiday and families with younger children, so they both felt comfortable enough to have their dinner without expecting any interruptions or photographers to turn up out of the blue. The press knew where the film was being shot and they were all over it trying to get snaps of Harry, but he still felt confident enough in his abilities to avoid the cameras when he didn’t want to be found, so they sat on a table near the back of the restaurant, while his two bodyguards sat on a table nearer the front keeping an eye on things, while they ate. Fish, chips, lemonade, and a milkshake to finish and for the walk home.

“Maaaan, it’s chilly out here now,” Meredith said as they exited the restaurant and stood outside on the path. The sun had set and the wind had picked up a little more as the darkness overcame the land, and sometimes the spray from the sea would hit them in the face.

“Hang on,” Harry pulled off his shirt to give to her, knowing the short sleeves wouldn’t help that much but it would help cover her cold and bare shoulders. “Better?”

“Thanks,” she laughed. “Doesn’t really go though, Harry.”

“We’re not at a fashion show, blimey…”

“Your whole life is a fashion show.”

“Enough o’ that, thank you.”

Pregnancy, even at only just before eight weeks, was tiring her out entirely. Since clearing the air with Harry a little, she’d slept a lot better but also a lot longer, catching up on missed sleep from worrying and the stress over the shock of their recent discovery, but the extra sleep meant she wanted to be in bed by nine every night and asleep by ten at the latest. She yawned her way through their walk back, making Harry yawn as well at time as he caught it too.

The temptation for him to take her hand was palpable. He didn’t know if it was out of an idealistic love or whether it was just a sense of trying to be protective, he was confused over his feelings, but all he knew is that he wanted to keep her close and keep her safe; holding her hand was a part of that, but he resisted temptation, cautious of making her uneasy or pushing things too far. There was friends-with-benefits sex, the selfish kind of intimacy, and then there was the soft, gentle, loving intimacy that came from simple hand holding. He didn’t know where they stood at that moment so he left it and hoped for another kind of signal some other time to guide him.

Meredith collapsed on the bed when they got back, on top of the duvet and begged Harry to pull her shoes from her feet because it was “too difficult” for her. He complied with a groan and threw them across the room for effect, before making her laugh when he got up to go and get them because he didn’t want the hotel cleaners to think he was rude.

“So polite,” she giggled as she sat upright again as he tidied the shoes.

“Got a reputation to keep, Miss Dashwood. Wouldn’t want anybody selling stories about how I leave hotel rooms a mess.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” she assured him, biting her lip.

“Another thing to add to our list of secrets, it seems.”

“Racking up quite the list.” He picked up the shoes and walked to place them by the door so Meredith could grab them when they went out tomorrow and he came to sit on the bed to take off his own. She scooted a little to give him room. “What are we actually going to do, Harry? Truthfully. I mean, eventually people are going to figure it out and I don’t know how I’m going to cope with telling people we know let alone the whole world finding out and judging.”

“Your guess is as good as mine, love. I don’t know. I can only suggest we keep it between us for as long as possible and then when it becomes a little more obvious, we tell only the people we have to. No one can say anything once he’s here. At least not to our faces.”

“Oi!” She poked his thigh.

“What?” He whined.

“He? What about she?”

He shrugged. “I’ve got a hunch,” he smiled and stood up to go to the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower, ok?”

As he disappeared behind the door, Meredith got changed out of her clothes and into her pyjamas. Despite not having a bump yet, her jeans were already tightening around her stomach and the massive meal didn’t help things, so taking them off felt like taking off a bra at the end of the day. The bra on its own was another story these days too; without a bra, too heavy, with a bra, too squashed, sleeping on her front was a no go and she was generally never comfortable.

She wrapped herself up in the sheets as she waited for Harry to exit the bathroom and grace her with his shirtless, half naked presence again, but she was so tired that she was drifting before he joined her, and only woke up to the feeling of him making the mattress dip as he sat on his side of the bed and took off his rings he’d worn out to dinner.

“Go back to sleep,” he told her as he felt her hand on his back.

“I wasn’t asleep.”

“You were, I saw you.”

“Was not,” she insisted and turned to lie on her back, kicking off the sheets. Her loose t-shirt had risen up a little, exposing her belly, but she didn’t mind, the cool air felt good on her skin, and she watched as Harry laid back and turned onto his left side to face her, his head resting on his arm.

He wanted to reach across and touch her, feel her belly, but he was nervous of doing something she didn’t want him to do. He’d seen everything before, felt her beneath his skin, but really feeling her and their baby was something different.

“A bump?” He asked, whispering, reaching his hand to softly place it low down on her belly, hovering it a little as if to ask permission before landing. “Is that the beginning of a bump?”

He didn’t expect her hand to come to rest on top of his, keeping him there. She didn’t seem freaked out by his touch, and she didn’t reject it, rather she encouraged it. “That is a food baby. Yummy, yummy, chips in my tummy, kind of food baby, I’m sorry to disappoint.”

“A blueberry, or just a tiny bit bigger.”


“That’s how big he is. Googled it,” he said it with a overly proud smile.

“And how big next week?”

“A raspberry, growing a millimetre every day.”

“Why are they all fruits? Are you making this up? Is she gonna be a strawberry the week after?”

“No, no, no, that’s too big, love. Week after that is a grape.”

“Thank you for the clarification. Have you got any other nuggets of information for me?”

“Umm…” he thought for a moment, wracking his brain for other things he’d learnt. “By seven weeks, our little chicken nugget has already gone through three sets of kidneys, and is now developing the final set they’ll have for life.”

“Wow, you really did Google things,” she was impressed with him. “Also…chicken nugget?”

He nodded as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

“We’ve got to make a list of everything we need to do. Like, appointments…we’ve gotta schedule them around things and make sure I can be there and then after the twelve week scan we’ve got to think about telling Jeff so he can make sure I’m never double booked and plan how to keep this on the downlow. There’s also names because God knows we’ll have an argument about that at some stage-…”

“Where is the lie?” She joked.

“Then we need to….hold on, are you taking vitamins?”

“Got the folic acid in my bag.”

“Ok good. Hospitals, I know I said about them before…I need to write this all down,” he said as he grabbed his phone and started a list in the notes section. “And then we need to sort out when you’re gonna move in because-…”

“Wait, what?” She sat up, confused.


“Move in?”


“When was that discussed?”

“You can’t raise a child in your one bedroom flat, Meredith.”

“Yeah, but-…”

“There aren’t really any ‘buts’ here, love. I have room, too much room for me alone, and you don’t.”

“But that’s…that’s awkward, Harry. We’re not…together, like living together is-…”

“Alright, ok, we’ll come back to that one.” Their conversation died down for a moment while they diffused the argument before it began. In her heart of hearts, she knew the living situation was going to come up eventually but she’d pushed it to the back of her head, in the same way she’d tried to push everything to the back of her head, that way, it was never real. She laid back down and switched her lamp off, plunging the room into near darkness aside from Harry’s lamp and phone, and hit her head on the pillow. “Other stuff…those birthing classes? We’ve gotta go to them, and I think we should do pregnancy yoga, one of those ones where the dad goes too, what do you think?” He looked around to her when he didn’t get a response, only to find her with her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly, and her breathing deeper. “Meredith…? Ok…guess that’s my cue to go to sleep, too.”

After setting his alarm for six in the morning to be on set for half past seven, he plugged his phone into the charger, and set it on his bedside table, before switching the lamp off. He got comfortable, and turned his back to Meredith, as if she was spooning him but without the grip, and could only hear her breaths over the silence.

Only about thirty seconds past before he heard her voice pipe up.



“I wasn’t really asleep,” she whispered. “I just really wanted you to stop talking.”

“You’re so rude.”

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You’re amazing!!

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Well, it… spun a lot? I guess that was cool?

Second thought, there was a really broken up car on the side as he drove away, so maybe Derek was rescuing the Camaro from a band of car thieves who stole it somewhere between seasons two and three, only to spend years chopping it up and testing their car upgrading skills, and that’s why it looks different.


This… I’m sorry because OP is obviously so psyched about this, but I legitimately wanted to gag. Even seeing Ethan back is just… *shudders* I’d so hoped we were done with him. And now Jackson being with him is just gross on basically every level, and I…ok, moving on.

I had to rewatch to see why you said he’s bi, I didn’t catch him checking out the girl the first time, and I’m going to have to grudgingly give them props for that, at least, but I still just… I can’t.


OK THIS WAS FOUR SECONDS LONG BUT IT COMPLETELY PULLED ME OUT OF MY FUNK FROM THE LAST VIDEO. He is beautiful, baby tough guy Derek, I can’t. (This is a happy I can’t, very different.)


*flops around happily* His face honestly makes everything ok. It’s a superpower.

(I just realized I went out of order on some of these, so moving on to)


Snarky Jackson is always nice. That’s… really all I can say about that.


He is legit the best werewolf on the show.

Aaaand ending on


Aw, he’s so fuzzy. And sounds like maybe he’s not coming at all? That would suck, I was hoping he’d make it out during the weekend for some Hobrien moments…