i just really wanted to gif the moment

#this scene was too short to be made into a gifset #but i really wanted to gif this moment #it’s just alec and luke being buddy buddy and saying hi and clapping each other on the back #it just made me so happy to see it #to see how far the relationship between luke and alec has come #how they’ve become allies and friends #and it’s a development through small stages #this moment right here just captured the most pure moment #it was so casual and wholesome #and i am so here for more scenes between luke and alec where they just chill and hangout #also a sass off between the two because they’ve got salt for days

OKAY OKAY I AM MUCH EMOTION AND I NEEDED TO SHARE MY PAIN

LOOK AT HOW SHE HOLDS HER FOREHEAD UP FOR HIM TO LEAN ON WITH HIS OWN BECAUSE SHE’S SO USED TO THEM DOING THAT AFTER THEY KISS.

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Exhibit E:

(do you want me to keep going? because i can…)

BUT HE PHYSICALLY CAN’T BECAUSE HE’S FROZEN BUT YOU CAN SEE HIM SHAKE SLIGHTLY (maybe that’s just because of Emma holding onto him or Colin not being able to stay completely still) BECAUSE HE REALLY WANTS TO BUT HE JUST CAN’T AND EMMA’S FACE DROPS BECAUSE SHE REALLY NEEDED HIM TO THAT IN THAT MOMENT BECAUSE TO HER IN THAT MOMENT THAT WAS THEIR LAST KISS AND UGH ASDFGHJKLL

NEWT SCAMANDER X READER

HEARTBEAT

desc: Newt is unable to grasp why you would ever find fascination in observing him, which is followed by a heartfelt moment, and admittance of love. 

Kisses and lots of FLUFF! <3 (gif not mine, creds to owner)

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Newt Scamander was an absolute work of art, and simply studying his features helped you relax, so you did. He sat at the polished oak table, his right leg shaking as he focused, his honey colored locks sprawled across his forehead. When he focused, these little crinkles appeared from the furrow of his eyebrows, and he would chew his lower lip whilst deep in thought. A golden beam of sunlight twinkled across his button nose, rosy cheeks, and brilliant blue-green eyes. He reached for his steaming mug of tea, letting the curls of steam crawl over his face before taking a careful sip. Then his lips twitched ever so noticeably, and you could make out the little dimples of his curious smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his head still bent into his leather notebook, his white feather quill tight in his hand.

You sat across the table from him, head in palm as you examined him, “because you’re very nice to stare at, Newt.”

This split his lips into a wide grin, and he gently set his quill down before giving his full attention to you. “I can’t focus when you’re devouring me with those eyes.”

You shrugged, giving a small grin, “you’re always staring at me, too.”

Newt’s glimmering eyes crinkled, “well, that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, “how so?”

“Well, you see, with you - okay, but - you’re very, well-” New continuously tripped over his words as he fumbled to piece together his thoughts. 

“Go on,” you encouraged, stretching your hand across the table.

Newt brought his eyes down, his hand coming up gently to rest in yours, his fingers intertwining with the most cautious ease. He strung his fingers between yours, his eyes looking over your hands for a good while.

“Newt, you’re doing it again,” you giggled, when he’d gotten distracted and removed his hand to draw patterns all over your palms.

“What? Oh, oh, yes, right,” he sighed, putting his hand back in yours. He looked back up, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Erm, well, you are the most fascinatingly charming girl I h-have ever had the pleasure of coming upon,” he began, his cheeks reddening at once. “So y-you see, when I study my creatures, I am always discovering more of their hidden wonders, as I am with you. Sometimes the sunlight will cross different crevices of your face, sometimes your eyes are darker than usual, sometimes a strand of hair falls loose, a-and sometimes you’re smile is so wonderfully mesmerizing that I must always…watch. I can’t miss a moment, you see, I have to study you until I know all you’re little quirks like the back of my hand.” Newts eyes had drifted onto a patch of table around halfway through, unable to hold your gaze.

You squeezed his hand really lightly to get his focus, “Newt.” 

He released your hand and brought his own back down into his lap, shifting in his chair and looking very flustered when he looked back up at you.

“Newt, you’re too good to me,” you whispered, feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry. 

“I’m just so lucky to have you, please know this,” he mumbled hurriedly.

You shook your head with a faint laugh, “what makes you think I have no reason to admire you?”

His jaw clenched a little, and you saw his face droop, “my love, there is nothing special to see.”

That physically pained you to hear.

“Newt!” you gasped, “Please, never say that again.”

He grew instantly worried, “Oh-I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I-”

“Shh,” you cut him off and stood up, heading around the table and taking a seat right beside him, turning your chair toward Newt. He half-heartedly turned to face you as well.

“Newt,” you smiled sadly, raising your palm up to graze his cheek. He twitched nervously under your touch, but you reassured him and rested your hand against his freckle dotted skin.

“Newt, you are the kindest and most amazing person ever, and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this. You are so special Newt, and I wish you could see yourself the way I do; as a sweet, loving, and most definitely heart stoppingly beautiful human being. Yes there are kind folks out there, yes there are gorgeous folks out there, but never have I found someone who is both as gorgeous and compassionate to the extent that you are, which is why I am so deeply in lo-”

You stopped short, realizing you had spoken too much and instantly freezing over. You had never exchanged the three magic words with Newt before, and suddenly it seemed nothing but terrifying.

Newts mouth opened, his skin warming beneath your fingertips, “What?”

“N-nothing,” you mumbled, dropping your hand nervously.

Newt grabbed your hand gently before it could fall, and took it in his own, bringing it right up to his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat rapidly quickening beneath the fabric of his soft clothes.

“Do you feel that?” he gulped.

You nodded shyly, “Yeah?”

“That, (Y/N), is what one who is madly in love feels,” he smiled nervously. “This here, i-is physical proof of how I feel when I’m with you, and how it feels to be head over heels for y-you, my darling.”

You felt your own heartbeat falter before quickening, and Newt asked, “Do you love me too?”

He had said it so quietly that you almost missed it. His lips quivered, his slender fingers trembling as his face sunk into a state of absolute sadness and worry. You couldn’t even speak at the sight, so instead you brought his hand up to your own chest, and lay it against your heart. Newt stretched his fingers slowly across your front, his palm taking in the rapid and intense thrum of your heartbeat.

“You tell me,” you breathed quietly.

He brought his eyes from your heart to your painfully nervous gaze. Once again, his lips twitched and broke into that familiar smile. The sun sent flares across his warm features and illuminated his overjoyed expression.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now, if you would allow me,” he proposed shyly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your smile stretching wide as you gave him a nod.

Newt pulled a stray hair of yours affectionately behind your ear before tracing down to your jawline and resting his hand beneath your chin. He gave you one last look before tilting his head in with a flutter of his eyelids. Your eyes closed at the moment where your lips made contact. It was only for the briefest of moments, but was plenty enough for you to feel intoxicated by the taste you were given. He was soft and gentle with you, as if you were a fragile piece, and his lips were full, warm, and tasted of delightful sugar sweet joy. You could feel his hand quivering beneath your chin, but you pushed your lips in a little deeper to show you were at ease with him. You felt a rolling crystal droplet trickle down from his eyes and down onto your lips, but the taste of salt in the kiss was one that you knew was from tears of joy. Newt’s timid lips twitched upwards against yours, and he pulled back a second later, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He gulped down the lump in his throat and took a deep breath in whilst opening his bluish green eyes again.

“T-that was-” he stuttered.

“Wonderful,” you smiled and bent forward, dropping a light peck against Newt’s nose. You brought your own head down to Newt’s chest, and burrowed into the crevice of his neck, where you breathed in the scent of flowers and, possibly, niffler. He brought his hand up to hold your head, his free arm coming around your waist and giving you a squeeze. You smiled against his skin and let your eyes come to a close.

Newt sat quietly, formulating sentences but only coming up with one, “I’m just… so lucky to have you,” he whispered again.

I wanted to make a post dedicated to this little moment. It’s a brilliant bit of acting on Liz’s part. Jemma’s been so strong and firm in her conviction while confronting the LMD!Fitz up until this point, even while he’s trying to sow doubt that she might not be real, and this is the first moment when she truly breaks. It’s unclear whether she’s asking the LMD not to hurt her - or for real Fitz not to kill her if she is the LMD. That awareness of her own deep desire not to die is potent, even if she could be a machine programmed by Radcliffe to do his bidding. Then again, there could also be a bit of her that’s asking for LMD!Fitz not to hurt her on an emotional level - if he is an LMD, she desperately doesn’t want to have to hurt him, because hurting Fitz (even a version of him that isn’t truly him) pains her as deeply as being hurt herself. It’s truly a tour de force acting moment.

You know what strikes me most about this scene is the fact that alex is in the most relaxed position of the three. She’s just leaning on the balcony so calm and I think it really shows how happy and content alex is with herself now. In this moment she has both her sister and her girlfriend standing proudly with her and she couldn’t ask for anything more.

I just made this gif for something else, and I as slowed down the scene, I noticed something. Take a close look at his mouth.

He is clearly saying, “Stop it.” The audio has been removed from this scene, but it’s there.

When people say he was trying to kill her in this fight….

Well, this shows me that he clearly wasn’t.

If that dialogue was initially intended to be a part of this fight, and they removed it (probably because it interrupted the flow of the fight or in JJ “Mystery Box” Abrams’ eyes it was “too obvious” or something”), it still signals that Kylo’s intentions throughout his fight with Rey are not to be harmful. He wants her as an ally. And – like a true Skywalker – he doesn’t get why she doesn’t just wanna put down the sword and be best buds and rule the galaxy together (see: both Luke with Vader in RotJ, and Vader with Luke in ESB and RotJ).Just like Vader/Anakin with Luke, Kylo/Ben ultimately wouldn’t be able to kill Rey when it really comes down to that moment, and he doesn’t even want to…

The promo and the GIF/photos inspired me…also on AO3 http://archiveofourown.org/works/9621602

Sharing is trusting

Alec’s hands are griping Magnus’ shirt backing him up towards the bedroom, leaning down to kiss him passionately as they go, lips crashing together as he’s pulled against the hard lines of shadowhunter body.

 Magnus is loving this turn of events just days after their first date but can’t help wonder why Alec suddenly seems so forward when something dawns on him. Quickly he breaks the kiss, gasping for breath with a hand on Alec’s chest to try and keep some space between them.


“Alexander…wait a moment please.” Magnus smiles at Alec and takes a small step away, hoping to slow things down a little.

“You do know just because I told you about the 17,000 doesn’t mean I expect to add you to that list right away. I think you and I could have something really special here and that means that I want to treasure every moment with you.

We don’t have to rush this, you only get one first time and you need to be sure you’re ready. And then, when you’re sure we’ll make it special, meaningful. Most of the others I don’t even remember their names, they were just a way to pass the time on lonely nights. A quick bit of fun, you already mean way more than that to me already, you know that right?”

Alec blushes and looks away, unable to hold Magnus’ gaze.

“I…I…I just want to make you happy. I don’t want you to find someone else Magnus, someone who knows how to do this, who can give you a proper relationship with everything that involves. How can I compare to all those other experiences you’ve had when I’ve literally done nothing! ”

Magnus slides his hand from Alec’s chest up to the front of his shoulder and rubs small comforting circles with his thumb until the shadowhunter looks at him again.

“Alexander, you don’t have to compete. You have my full attention and there is no one I want to spend time with more than you. I love just talking to you, I’d love to snuggle with you while we chat, kiss you some more but only if you want it too. It’s ok if we take this slow, just try not to overthink everything. You’re not the only one that feels vulnerable. ”


Alec searches Magnus face trying to figure out why the beautiful, confident man in front of him could possibly feel vulnerable.

“What are you worried about Magnus, you’ve lived forever, had so many experiences. You must know how handsome and wonderful you are, how attractive others find you.” Alec says, no heat behind his words just feeling confused still.

“Well, I try…” Magnus chuckles gesturing at himself, drawing attention to his make up and jewellery before looking a little more serious when he continues. “But there’s things about me you don’t know yet. I’m hoping you’ll get to know them eventually but let’s just say not everyone over the years has been as tolerant of warlocks as you are. Not all experiences are good ones.”

“You know that how I feel has nothing to do with you being a warlock or not. It’s you as a person that I like.” Alec reassures.

Magnus smiles up at Alec before taking a deep breath, his face now reflecting his inner insecurities and doubts, deciding if he really wants to continue with what he’s about to do.

“What’s is it Magnus? ” Alec asks as he notices not only the expression change but also the way Magnus whole body seems to have stiffened slightly.

“I want to show you something Alexander, I think it’ll help. You’ve told me about your insecurities and fears tonight so it’s only right I share a big one of my own. ” he tries to smile at the taller man but it feels week even to himself.

“Only if you’re sure…” Alec repeats back Magnus’ earlier sentiment.

“I’m sure…its just…I’ve lost people who I was interested in before over this, I don’t want to lose you but I don’t want to hide from you. I trust you and it’s important to me that you know exactly what you’re getting into before you decide if you want us to go further.” 


“Er…okay?” Alec says as he watches Magnus closes his eyes, take a deep breath and seems to steady himself for a moment. He takes both of Magnus’ hands in his, interlacing his own fingers with the other mans ringed fingers trying to reassure the man in front of him.

Slowly Magnus’ eyes flutter open and Alec’s breath catches at what he sees. Gone are the deep brown eyes that he’s used to seeing Magnus with, the expressive eyes that always give away what the warlock is feeling and now in their place are honey gold orbs with narrow almond shaped pupils. They seem to sparkle in the light and Alec can’t help but stare. 


Magnus looks away blinking as he puts the glamour back up, sadness reflected on his face as he tries to turn away and Alec immediately realises he’s not said anything yet and had just been examining the warlock marks, his gaze intense and emotionless as he tried to take in every detail. He quickly lifts his hand to cup Magnus’ face in his palm and guides it back towards him.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, his voice breathy and low “seriously Magnus, I got a little lost looking at them and I’m sorry if that made you doubt my reaction but your eyes are just mesmerising.” Alec leans in to gently place a kiss on Magnus’ lips before pulling back to smile at him.

Magnus lets out the breath he hadn’t even realised he was still holding and smiles up at his boyfriend, his heart squeezes in his chest and he’s pretty sure it’s the last fragments of the walls he’d built crumbling and falling away. 

They stand like that for a few moments, neither one saying anything just looking at each other and smiling. Alec is the first to break the comfortable silence.

“Don’t feel like you ever have to hide from me Magnus, I love your real eyes and I’m honoured you felt ready to show me them. Now can we get back to where this night was originally going. I might have started with all the wrong reasons but I’m sure now. I trust you Magnus and I want to spend the night with you.”

“Alexander, you never cease to amaze me!” Magnus whispers as he reveals his cat eyes again and this time it’s him who reaches up to wrap his hand around the back of Alec’s neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply as they slowly start walking their way to the bedroom again. 

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Magnus stirs early the next morning, the rising sun shining in his eyes where he forgot to close the curtains last night. What catches his eye though is the perfect form laying next to him, the sheet covering Alec’s lower body but his torso is bathed in sunlight and Magnus reaches out to trace the runes across the muscled sholders and back. 

Alec yawns and groans as he slowly wakes up, rolling over to smile at the warlock as long fingers slide from his back, across his ribs to land on his chest as he moves.  

“Morning sweetheart” Magnus whispers as he places a chaste kiss on Alec’s cheek.

“Hi,” Alec breathes “so last night really happened.” A blush spreading on his cheeks. 

“You don’t regret it do you?”

“Of course not Magnus, it was wonderful, you were amazing. I just wish I could have made it as good for you as it was for me” Alec ducks his head, avoiding Magnus’ gaze.

“Darling, you have no idea how good it was for me too. Being your first was an honour but it was my first time too. The first time I got to be with you, a memory I will always treasure. It’s something I hope to repeat often though.” Magnus chuckles and gives Alec a fond look.

Alec just smiles and snuggles close and rests his head on Magnus’ chest.

“I think I like that idea…very much!”

“You know Alexander, I think I had to kiss a lot of toads first but I finally found my prince in you.”

Alec just rolls his eyes at the cheesy comment but suddenly every last doubt he ever had about not being able to compare to everyone in Magnus’ past has gone. They might have got to have a small taste of this magical man but Alec is the one who gets to keep him.

So this is like one of my favorite moments in Fantastic Beasts–I know, it’s tiny! But hear me out:

What Newt does and says and his body language says so much!!!

First off, he, out of anyone in the world, knows full well that this isn’t a good place to release the Swooping Evil.

BUT

He spends all his time studying and working with animals that wizards don’t appreciate and couldn’t care for (and even want to kill), and he does this all alone because he doesn’t really fit in with people.

Then here comes Jacob, who knows like nothing! Newt has no problem just scooping him up and inviting him along, even though it’s illegal. And now, he finally has someone to show his lifelong passion to, who will find it interesting and wondrous, instead of unusual or weird.

You can tell by Newt’s body language in this scene, that he’s (very privately) been internally dying to show the Swooping Evil off to someone–though he would never voice or acknowledge that out loud (probably because of previous negative reactions). But you can tell, even just in this gif, that he’s daydreamed about it for weeks or months. His inner (perhaps childlike) self thinks this thing is sick!! And he’s been dying to share it!!

But Newt is not a boastful or loud person. He wouldn’t draw attention to that fact (he’s a Hufflepuff and also has been stigmatized in his society). No. But look at his body language–his back is to Jacob and he flings that beast out at him. It’s like he’s daydreamed about and yearned for this moment so much, he’s staged it!! That’s not the body language of someone who wants to gently show Jacob a Swooping Evil, that’s the body language of someone who thinks this thing is freaking sweet!! And has been internally, perhaps subconsciously dying to show it off. And if you don’t believe me, look close and you can see that tiny little smile/smirk he’s sort of hiding from Jacob.

Newt totally eats this thing up, but it’s like he doesn’t want anyone to know just how much so.

And then he says (sort of trying to hide his smile), “Probably shouldn’t let it loose in here.” When he knows full well he shouldn’t have, but he just feels the need to say that to downplay the reality that he just really wanted to share this thing with someone. Because to be so openly passionate about it is too much of a risk, too vulnerable, because of past rejections. No, he needs to almost play dumb so he takes 0 risks at being made fun of for loving this–even with Jacob, who is his best bet who won’t make fun of him (because he doesn’t know better)

The subtext is this like three-second moment kills me with it’s perfection. It’s freaking brilliant. 

MERMAID!AU FIC REC

Coax the Cold by MediaWhore (86k)

England, 1897.

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

Purer Than The Water (like we were) by FeelsForBreakfast (33k)

Louis is a merman and Harry is a boy. The lake is a good place to fall in love. 

Louis wants the boy to wade deeper, deep enough that Louis can go under and wrap his fingers around his ankles for just a moment. Pull him under. Just touch skin, for a second.

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Prompt: “I have stabbed people with these heels before and I’m not afraid to do it again, so I would suggest not pissing me off.” (X)
Fandom: Shadowhunters
Pairing: Reader x Raphael Santiago
Word Count: 624


“Why the hell did you drag me along? I told you before Clary, I hate vampires. Especially the ones that are named Raphael Santiago.” You mumbled as you walked behind her and Simon, annoyed because you had to go to the vampires lair with her and her vampire best friend. Out of all the things you had encountered, vampires were the ones you hated the most. Their fast speed made them unpredictable, even for a skilled Shadowhunter like yourself. But besides that, vampires were always snarky and annoying, something you hated about them the most.

Out of the vampires you had encountered, Raphael Santiago was the worst. Sure, for a dead guy he was extremely good-looking. Unfortunately, his attitude wasn’t. He was always dripping with sarcasm which annoyed you the most, especially since you lived with a bunch of Shadowhunters who were sarcastic as hell.

“He isn’t that bad.” Simon answered as you rolled your eyes. Of course Simon would protect him. The two vampires had a sibling bond which you found quite odd. How could someone have that kind of a bond with Raphael Santiago out of all people? Or in this case, out of all vampires.

“Have you met this guy?” You asked as the three of you walked over to the front door of the hotel they were residing in. Clary and Simon stopped, debating over whether they should knock or just walk in. Rolling your eyes you began to kick down the door when it flew open, making you almost fall into the arms of the one vampire you hated: Raphael Santiago. Luckily, you managed to gain your balance as you stood extremely close to him before clearing your throat and taking a step back.

“Were you just planning on kicking down my front door?”


“Why exactly would I want to work together with a bunch of werewolves and Shadowhunters? Especially with the ones who wanted to kick down my front door.” He said, looking straight at you with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes as you turned to him, crossing your arms.

“Are we still talking about this? We said we’re sorry.” You mumbled before Simon raised his finger, pointing at himself.

“Actually, I said it. You just nodded.” He added as you let out a sigh.

“Which means that I agreed. Can we move past this now, please?” You remarked as you glanced at Clary who was beginning to grow impatient.

“Look, we’re here for the same reason: we all want the cup. I mean, we are all pretty screwed if Valentine finds it first.” She said as you nodded, looking over to Raphael as you waited for his answer.

“No.” He stated confidently. You raised your eyebrow as you glanced at Clary and Simon, seeing them just as confused as you were.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” You asked. He simply sighed as he stood up from the couch he was sitting on.

“I mean no. If you want someone to help you, ask the dogs or the fairies.” He simply said as he passed the three of you, wanting to leave the room.

You moved in front of him, blocking his way out of the room. He stopped, looking at you with an annoyed expression.

“Move.” Raphael simply said as you let out of a chuckle, taking a step closer to him as you stared deeply into his eyes.

“Listen closely, bloodsucker. I have stabbed people with these heels before and I’m not afraid to do it again, so I would suggest not pissing me off.” For a moment Raphael seemed stunned before letting out a chuckle and turning himself towards Clary and Simon.

“Did she just really threaten me with her heels?”

Little Gilbert


(requested by anon)
Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 4 461
summary : Reader is Elena’s little sister and the Salvatore’s are over protective of her. Kai ends up staying at the Salvatore’s over night and sneaks into her room.
*gif by jake-riley
keep reading after the cut😉
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Y/N’s life had gotten complicated the past few years. When her older sister Elena had met Stefan , Y/N had still been in her third year of high school. Both Stefan and Damon had taken a liking to her and over time had become like family to her - like she had two older brothers. After Elena had burned down their house , Y/N had moved in with the Salvatores. Problem was they were super over protective of her. If anyone even dared to get too close to her , things would get ugly for that person. Once a classmate , her friend Jake , had come over so they can work on a project and he had played a prank on her - sneaking up from behind to scare her - and she had screamed. Damon , who had been at the kitchen in that moment making her her favourite snack , rushed to the living room and nearly choked her friend before even bothering to listen to what had happened. Stefan was the same - almost , he listened first before trying to hurt anyone. Y/N loved them and appreciated having two guarding angels at all times but sometimes things were getting a little out of control. Their over protectiveness was starting to suffocate her. Whenever a boy showed up to take her on a date , one of them would tag along and even though the Salvatore wouldn’t sit with them , it didn’t matter much because they could still hear and see everything. Elena was the only one who could get them to back off a little but that never lasted too long.

* * *
Y/N walked downstairs heading into the kitchen, her ponytail and white polca dot ribbon flapping behind her. She was wearing a black tshirt with print (the logo of her favourite band) and gray skinny jeans along with her favourite ankle high black converses.
“Hey sis.” she smiled at Elena. “And big brother.” she winked at Damon.
Her eyes drifted towards the cupcakes on the kitchen counter and just as she was about to grab one , her eyes fell on a stranger sitting on the kitchen table. He had blue eyes ,brown hair , perfect angel like features and was holding a cupcake , his fingers covered with frosting. The boy glanced at her , then at Elena and Damon.
“You have a little sister?” asked the boy. “Wait. Who’s sister is she? And …where have you kept her hidden until now?”
Y/N took one of the cupcakes , taking a bite which resulted in cupcake frosting getting on her nose. Elena wiped it away with her thumb , giving her little sister a warning look. Damon glanced between Kai and Y/N , who obviously were curious about each other by the way they were starring at one another. Kai had gotten up , shortening the distance between him and Y/N. He was smiling widely , outstretching his hand for her to shake as a hello.
“Hi. I’m Kai …and you are ?”
“Littlest Gilbert.” she laughed. “I’m Y/N , Elena’s little sister, well cousin.”
“A human.” muttered Kai to himself. “Didn’t think those existed in Mystic Falls with all the supernatural population. I see you like cupcakes as much as me. Hey maybe we can go out sometime - there is this bakery near the town square -”
“OKAY , slow down big brother.” said Damon pulling Kai away from Y/N. “You are not allowed anywhere near her. Got it? She is off limits.”
“Why not ?” wondered Y/N.
“Because he is the one who shot an arrow through Bonnie’s stomach and he is the reason she is all alone in the Prison World right now.” said Elena pushing her sister out of the kitchen door. Y/N got free and ran back towards Kai and the cupcakes.
Elena’s little sister looked at Kai , head to toe , curiousity burning in her eyes.
“He doesn’t seem dangerous.” she said. “He seems .. cute and cuddly.”
Kai laughed under his breath. “I think she likes me.”
“No , no , no.” said Damon. “No one here likes any body. Y/N , go to your room before things get ugly for mr. charming right here.”
Elena grabbed Y/N and started pushing her towards the door again.
“Fine, fine. I’m going. See you around Kai.”
“Yeah. See you around.” he replied with a wistful look in his eyes.
Damon was starring at him , his arms folded in his chest.
“What ?”
“If you touch her , you lose your head or heart. Or both.” threatened Damon.
“Damon !” exclaimed Elena. “Don’t threaten him. He said he’d help us get Bonnie back. That gives him a pass. At least this time…”
Elena kissed Damon on the cheek while Kai was glancing between them and the door , hoping that maybe Y/N would pop her head through there.
“You two together is still totally revolting to me.” sighed Kai. “Alright , where is that stupid Ascendant ?”

* * *

A FEW MONTHS LATER


Y/N walked into the Salvatore’s , her phone in her hands as she kept texting her friends. Elena had convinced Stefan and Damon not to hover over her that day , so she can spend it with her friends before their graduation in a few days. The Salvatores’ overprotective attitude really was getting out of control lately.
Y/N took a few steps into the living room and left her bag on the sofa hearing voices coming from the library. Whoever had come for a visit didn’t appear to be wanted. For a moment she hessitated , but in the end curiousity won over and she headed straight towards the loud voices ignoring the fact Stefan and Damon would be angry as hell if she put herself in any kind of danger.

“I just need a place to crash.”
“No.”
“One night.” insisted Kai. “Don’t think your house was my first choice. Look I know we don’t get along , specially after that wedding fiasco , for which I am very sorry by the way. What Bonnie did hurt me and I snapped. It’s not like you two haven’t screwed up majorly at some point in your life.”
Stefan folded his hands , nodding and rolling his eyes listening to Kai. Last thing he and his brother wanted was Kai spending the night over , specially with Y/N being in the house. Kai had been dangerous before he turned into a heretic and now who knew what he’d do if he got upset. None of them were willing to risk it.
“I am trying to be better.” added Kai. “Please ? See how nice I am ? I even said ‘please’.”
“You are not not staying.” argued Damon.

Y/N made her way down the hall as quietly as possible. Not that it would do her any good considering the Salvatore’s were vampires and could hear her coming from a mile away. Quite literally. Whoever it was in there with them , might not make it out alive unless she intervined.
“It’s just for one night.” said a very familiar voice that made Y/N stop right at the door. “Please ? I promise to behave. Also need I remind you that you owe me for not going through with that crazy idea your psychopath of a mother had about linking Elena to Bonnie for all eternity ?”
“Because you did that out of the goodness of your heart ?” asked Stefan.
“Not important why I did it.” said Kai. “The important thing is that I did and now you owe me.”
“Fine.” groaned Damon. “But you are not allowed anywhere near her. Got it ?”
“Anywhere near who?” said Y/N walking in. Damon and Stefan groaned. Kai looked happier than ever she had walked in in that moment. He ran his fingers through his hair and took a small step towards her , stopping a second later realising if he took another someone might snap his neck. Kai smiled widely at her and she smiled back at him , taking a step towards the Salvatores. “Are you two going to keep it up with the over protective stuff? I love you but seriously - I am graduating high school , the ceremony is in two days. Are you planing on going to Whitmore with me too ?”
“Well…”
“No.” said Stefan. “We are just -”
“Being the most loving , carrying yet extremely annoying not-blood-related older brothers ?” interrupted Kai making both Salvatoress turn towards him. He could see Y/N was trying hard not to start laughing. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. Can I at least say HI to her or is this forbidden too ?”
Damon poured himself a drink and drank most of it while Stefan motioned for Kai that it’s OK if he wants to say HI. In a flash Kai hugged Y/N under the absolutely shocked facess of the Salvatore brothers.

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Zach’s bed was huge. It was at least a king, maybe bigger.

You supposed it made sense, Zach was a big person. He stood at 6'3 and he was nothing but muscle.

The first time you ever went over to Zach’s you were just supposed to be hooking up. Neither one of you wanted anything remotely serious but there was always such intense, raw attraction from the moment you two had met that it had been almost impossible not to mess around a little.

So when he threw you on his plush king sized mattress you couldn’t help but marvel at how could you fit on a bed with a literal giant comfortably.

One hookup soon became two, then three, then four and soon enough you guys were meeting up every few days.

Instead of leaving almost immediately after he would reach for your hand and just lay with you on his fucking ginormous mattress until his mom got home and he would drive you home.

So it shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did when while you were both cuddled up on his bed he asked you what you two were doing.

“I thought we were hooking up?” You asked slowly.

“I mean.. We are. But this feels like more than a hookup doesn’t it?” He asked looking up at you from behind his messy bangs.

You had always really liked Zach. He was always nice to you, even in front of his douchey friends. He always asked you if you wanted a ride even if you guys hadn’t planned to hang out that day, if he ever saw you alone at lunch he was quick to grab his tray and come sit next to you, he texted you everyday and invited you to parties after games and never left your side.

That isn’t something that people who are casually fucking usually do.

“What do you want this to be?” You asked still unsure.

His hands pulled you in closer, if possible. One of his hands curled around your bare hip. He leaned in so his lips rested on your collarbone.

“I was kind of hoping you would want to be my girlfriend.” He laughed.

“You couldn’t wait until I had clothes on to ask?” You laughed with him.

He seemed to consider this for a moment. And then he pulled you from your place next to him onto his lap.

“Or we could you know, celebrate?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

He always looked far too good doing that. He must know it too because he always paired it with a breathtaking smirk.

“That’s assuming I say yes.”

You were joking of course. Just the thought of being with Zach gave you butterflies. But you saw that look of self doubt in his eye and the way his smirk lessened only just fractionally.

“Oh, if you don’t want to thats cool too-”

He was cut off by you swooping down and plant you lips firmly on his. He hesitated only a moment before kissing you back, hand in your hair to pull you closer.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You told him when you pulled away.

He gave you one of his charming smiles.

“Really?”

“Of course you idiot.” You laughed at his giddy expression.

He kissed you this time and once again you found yourself on your back on his bed.

So this epic essay/rant began as my thoughts on the scene in S10 (Home Again) where Scully calls Mulder “Fox”.  I get it, I really do that Mulder is “Mulder” and Scully is “Scully” for a lot of shippers and that’s sacred to a lot of you.  But for me it really was a gut punch to hear her call him Fox in that moment… because it suggests to me that in their most intimate, emotional moments they are comfortable with using their first names - in fact, not just comfortable, it’s a kind of language they use to communicate intimacy.  Which started in the show, but they’ve clearly developed that closeness further in the 10+ years since we last saw them.   

So yes, when Scully first wanted to use this language in Tooms to convey an intimate, heartfelt moment with Mulder, (she’s about to tell him she wouldn’t put herself on the line for anyone but him) she goes to call him Fox and he can’t allow it - he tells her to call him Mulder… he lies in fact, he says he makes everyone call him Mulder, even his mother - but when we see his mother she never once calls him that.  Not to mention all of his old flames have called him Fox and he doesn’t chastise them.  Even Scully’s mother, Margaret continues to call him Fox even after Scully has corrected her.

Mulder was putting up a barrier in Tooms - he didn’t want to allow Scully to get too close - I mean, the guy has a history of dating female co-workers, when you think about it.  Perhaps he’d decided he didn’t want that to happen again with Scully - she had become very special to him and he didn’t want to lose her to a fling or short-lived romance. 

Perhaps that also goes some way to explain why he took so long to act on his feelings for her, and the one time he lets his guard down and does act on them (Fight the Future) he doesn’t allow himself to revisit the moment with Scully later.  The bee sting lets him off the hook after a moment of weakness where his deeper feelings for Scully surface as a result of the intensity of the moment (and he tries to kiss her).  But once the moment is gone, the barrier is back up.

When Scully herself attempts to revisit the moment in the first episode of S6, (The Beginning) Mulder is actually quite cold towards her; he removes his hand from hers and walks away.  God, the pain of that scene, which was in no small part the result of reuniting with one Diana Fowley. 

Let me side step into talking about Diana for a moment… 

I think Mulder/Fowley relationship was a kind of pre-cursor to Mulder/Scully relationship for him.  Fowley was also a beautiful, intelligent woman that he felt attracted to but the difference here was that he acted on those feelings - he let her in; she calls him Fox from the get go, and still does right up until their last scene together.  But look where that ended up for him - she abandoned him and their work together.  Ultimately she was willing to sacrifice her relationship with him for self interest and I think he was pretty badly hurt by that.  What those interests are, we never find out.  But it clearly wasn’t a good enough reason for Mulder to accept, as in The Sixth Extinction he can hear her thoughts, knows her reasons - even as we don’t - and he doesn’t react to her at all, even as she’s telling him she loves him, he doesn’t move to return her feelings.  He pretends to be out of it, but as she leaves the room, he watches her go - letting us know that he does not trust Diana any longer.

This is backed up rather than contradicted by Amor Fati, where Mulder has his last temptation of Christ moment, where Diana ultimately is a figurehead of deception, manipulation, and stagnation.  She sleepwalks him into ruin and away from his chosen path in exchange for domesticity.  That isn’t Mulder, and no one knows that better than Scully - a woman who is able to love a man like him without making any demands of him, whereas Diana is the opposite.  One of these days I will write a mammoth essay about how incredible Scully is… but I digress…

So how does this figure into how and why Mulder would keep Scully at a distance?  Well we as humans often function on the faulty thinking that history will repeat itself; particularly in interpersonal relationships.  I suspect he fears being hurt for one, but also fears losing Scully if he goes down the same path with her that he did with Diana.  So when Scully reminds him of what he said to her in his hallway right before the bee stung, (The Beginning) he doesn’t respond - the walls are up and he refuses to go back to that place again, and quite cruelly shuts Scully down.

In my shipper heart, and apparently backed up by Chris Carter (although he changes his mind on this all the time, so whatevs) Mulder was attracted to Scully straight off the bat; which is pretty clear in the pilot and early episodes imo - he’s a young man and she’s a beautiful, extremely intelligent young woman who stands her ground with him (that - as we discover over time - is kinda his “type”).  

But pretty quickly he starts to care for her deeply; to feel he can trust her and only her - she’s his human credential, as David Duchovny once poetically put it and that’s even more true in the earlier seasons where Mulder is clearly more bothered by how people view him - with Scully at his side, he stops caring - we stop hearing him reflect on this label of “Spooky” his fellow Agents have given him.  

He was isolated and alone, and she saved him from that - she accepted him.  It’s completely understandable that he’d start to feel very protective of her and their friendship.  So with that in mind, he can’t entertain any thoughts of attraction towards her as that would risk that friendship. So when she tries to call him Fox he’s suddenly quite uncomfortable.  He even seems embarrassed.  Then shocked and I think quite moved, when she tells him she wouldn’t put herself on the line for anyone but him.  But his response?  He plays it off with a flippant comment about iced tea!  He clearly needs to maintain that bit of professional distance to keep their relationship platonic.  Which he often achieves with humour. 

So returning to that moment in S10 (Home Again) to see her call him Fox - it’s a huge deal that he now lets her… they’re at a different level of intimacy now, he’s not trying to keep her at arms length or away from his heart anymore; which is made all the more interesting because they’re no longer together in this scene.

That says to me the breakup wasn’t a mutual decision; it definitely wasn’t what Mulder wanted - it feels like they are communicating loud and clear that it was Scully that ended their romantic relationship and I get the feeling he’s still pretty heartbroken over it.  His slightly bitter remarks in My Struggle where Scully says it’s good for him to get out of “that little house” referring to their home together in IWTB and he responds with “it certainly was good for you.”  Ouch! 

Then his comment in Tad O’Malley’s car where she says they’ve both moved on with their lives now the X files are closed and she says “for better or worse” and he says “for better, for worse..” and Scully is clearly very uncomfortable with what he’s said.  There’s so many freakin’ layers here - the most obvious one being the fact these are wedding vows - what are they hinting at here?  (God I sincerely hope they didn’t get married and divorced - but I wouldn’t put that past CC)  but my interpretation is that Mulder is saying Scully was better for it, but he was worse.  The final bitter comment is when he mentions the fact that Scully had apparently once referred to his pursuit of UFOs as having a “stranglehold on her life”.  Ouch.  Again.

But for me, the most heartbreaking scene revealing the depth of Mulder’s loneliness without Scully was in episode 2 (Founder’s Mutation) There is one scene where we see him sitting in the kitchen of the “little house” they once shared together, alone, looking at a photo of William… Gods… what are you trying to do to me, CC??  His lonely figure sitting at the kitchen table in a family home, with 2 empty seats is just another gut punch.  

Yeah, he’s definitely still hurting over it.   

So just to briefly touch on the first names thing one last time, because I can clearly go off on some epic tangents here; Scully never had any issue with Mulder calling her Dana; it takes her by surprise once (Beyond the Sea) - but every other time he did it, it was again to create intimacy and closeness, it’s not some awful transgression that’s a betrayal of their past relationship - it’s an evolution of it. Thinking here of how hung up people get about Mulder referring to Scully as “Dearest Dana” in an email in Trustno1.

I want to hear her call him Fox again - at least one more time.  Sex scene, anyone?  Ha!  FIGHT ME!

Imagine Lucifer walking in on you in the shower.

Tagging:
@lucifer-in-leather
@thegirl-fromthesky
@journeyrose

Auothers note: you all really wanted this to be written by someone, so here I am writing my own imagine into a imagine oneshot 😂 you have no idea how awkward that was to write and honestly I don’t know what to expect from Lucifer I mean the song im listening to wicked ones so I’ll make this a bit smuty at the end, you’re welcome!

Warning: a bit of smut at the end

Gif: really wanted to use that gif of Elena in the shower I have on another one of my imagines but I couldn’t find it so to damn bad let’s just enjoy Lucifer gif

Female and male version of this will be inclined since im not sure if all of you are females lol
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Female version:

Stress relief showers had always been the youngest Winchester favorite kinds of shower.
Not only could she stay in the shower and not be bothered by her brothers but she could have a moment to collect her thoughts.
Closing her bed room door behind her, (y/n) flung her leather jacket off of her body and onto a near by chair she had in her room.
Kicking of her shoes, she leaned against her wall for support as she flung her socks off of her feet and threw them into a near by corner.
Sighing to herself she began slipping out of her jeans and her top, standing in the middle of her room in nothing but a matching set of bra and panties she grabbed the towel that was folded at the end of her bed and made her way to her bathroom.
Turning the water on warm she, her (e/c) eyea watched as the water shot out from the showers headset. Standing with her back faced to her mirror she bent her arms behind her back and undid the bra looks pulling both strings down her shoulders her bra dropping down by her feet, her hands grabbing into the sides of her panties she slid them down her thighs till they fell down to her feet and she stepped out of them.
Turning to the mirror she took a glance at her reflection and sighed, a bruise was already forming on her jaw from were a vampire punched her at.
“Fucking great.” She muttered.
Stepping in the shower the warm water instantly hit her figure and chills ran through out her.
Reaching for her rag and bar of soup she paused at the voice coming from the door way, “Well, what do we have her.” chuckled an amused Lucifer, turning her head slowly to face him she glared not evem bothering to cover up herself. After all her and Lucifer slept together before well when he was just Nick and not Lucifer.
“Get out Lucifer.”
Lucifer could practically hear the growl in her tone, “Well, I’m not going anywhere.” snapping his fingers his clothes were gone and he walked closer until he was standing directly behind (y/n) in the shower his hands ran up and down her curves and he placed his chin in the crack of her shoulder and neck.
“Did you have I have Nick’s little olf memories?”
He askes, rolling her eyes she replied back, “Good for you.”
“Tck. Bad girl, if I remember clearly from his memories you were such a good obedient little girl, Isn’t that right princess?” He says his hands sliding down to her wet folds before he slide a single finger between them.
Finally caving in a soft moan left her lips, “Yes daddy.”
“Theirs my good little princess.” chucking softly he slid his thumb up to her clit and rubs gentle circles in them.
“But call me sir this time princess, Nick may have liked daddy but I’m in charge now. Understand pet?”
“Yes sir.”

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Male version:

(Y/n) sighed as he stood under the shower water, he didn’t care that it was hot or that it was turning his skin a light pink.
A hunt had gone wrong, instead of it being a small vampires nest it was a huge one. In fact two nest were working together to form a large nest.
Sam, Dean and him had almost gotten killed, if it wasnt Benny showing up to save them then they all would have probably been goners or worst blood suckers if the vampires felt the need to change them.
Everyone was tension the way home, Benny had left back to his cabin he stayed in and the three male hunters had left off to head back to the motel to collect there things before heading back to the bunker.
Once there each one of them went off to their rooms no words were spoken, that’s how much tension was in the air.
So here the (h/c) haired male was, standing jn the shower recalling the events that had just taken place not to long ago.
“Well lookie here.” came a voice at the door of the bathroom.
Turning his head he was met with the sight of his boyfriend Lucifer, yes he was dating the devil and no the boys didn’t know but he had stopped speaking to the charming angel once he saw and heard what he was doing to Sam and the people on earth.
“Get out Lucifer, I’m not in the mood for chatting.” He said turning his back to the devil once more.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere.” Lucifer said walking closer not even caring that his sleeve shirt was getting wet Lucifer turned off the water and snapped a towel into his hands before he wrapped it around (y/n)’s top part.
Pulling the male hunter out of the shower, Lucifer didn’t seem to care that his boyfriend’s bare cock was pressed up against his very own , which was covered.
“Oh pet-” Lucifer said his hands holding (y/n) face, “I don’t care if your mad at me, but I worry about you.”
“That’s rich, coming from the devil.” a bitter chuckle left his lips.
“The devil was once an angel, pet.”
Lucifer smirked, he knew the perfect way to get his attention snapping his fingers both males now were back in the room.
(Y/n) lied on his back while Lucifer was down by his twitching cock, playfully blowing on it a soft low moan left the (h/c) haired male lips.
“Don’t tease me, Lucifer please don’t.”
“I won’t baby boy just promise me to never shut me out again, no matter what.”
He could feel Lucifers hot breathe over his cock and he took a deep breathe, “I promise.” he whispered.
“Good boy.”
(Y/n) hissed as Lucifers warm mouth wrapped around cock that had been twitching with need, jerking his hips up Lucifer deep throated him gagging a bit at the sudden movement.
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me.” (Y/n) whispered.
Pulling back (y/n) licked kitten licks against the tip, “Good then, I’ll have to make that happen one day.”
“Death by sex, hmm has a nice ring to it.”

Harry Blurb! (Part 2)

A/n: Yes! After many requests, it’s finally here! The part two of the beloved Harry blurb! Thank you everyone who read it and asked for part two! I hope you enjoy it! Don’t hate me too much but there’s gonna be a part 3 to this one if it’s popular enough. Oh, and requests are still open! Don’t be afraid to ask for a blurb! Much love! -L

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yeah, sure.” I followed him back to the hallway where the dressing rooms were. The whole arena was silent except for the clicks of my heels on the concrete floor. He paused and I watched his shoulders rise and fall with a sigh before he turned around to look at me. “Harry, is everything okay?”

He took a step closer, so I could make out the little yellow flecks in his green irises. A hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

I smiled, leaning into his hand. “Well, thank you, but you’re really scaring me, Harry. What do you want to talk about?”

Harry took a moment to think of what words to say. He just stared at me. “You know I’m crazy about you, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, nervously shifting my weight from one hip to the other.

“How long have we been dating?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. Clearly, he was up to something, but he didn’t want to come right out and say it.

I thought about it for a moment. “Almost two years. Our anniversary is in a couple weeks.”

He smirked. “Babe, I don’t want you to give up your job to be with me. I think you should focus on work right now.”

The world stopped. Everything went black. I stared absentmindedly at Harry. “Are you breaking up with me?”

He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know. Part of me wants to but another part doesn’t.”

I felt the tears well up in my eyes. The lump in my throat got bigger. My voice came out as squeaks when I spoke. “No. No, Harry, you can’t do this to me. Not right now. I can’t lose you. No.” I sniffled, feeling my lip quiver.

Harry wrapped me into a tight hug. “I’m sorry. I just think it’s best for you. I’m going to be on tour for the next couple months and I want you to focus on work, okay?”

“Harry, how can I think about work when you’re the only thing on my mind 24/7?” I asked, sniffling into the shoulder of his silky shirt. “You’re the best thing to happen to me.”

“Y/n,” he whispered, still clutching me. “I love you.” Then, he suddenly broke away and turned away from me, walking down the hall.

I remained in the hallway, watching people pass me left and right. I just stared, hoping that Harry would come walking back to me to apologise for what he said. Knowing it wasn’t going to happen, I kicked my shoes off again, then walked sluggishly down to the elevator to head back to the garage where I had parked.

Before the doors closed, I heard someone running down the hall. “Wait! Y/n, hold the door!”

My brows furrowed, then I stuck my hand out to stop the doors. A panting and sweaty Liam was running to me. Once he was in the elevator with me, he handed me something. “Wait! You can’t leave! Not without knowing this.”

I looked at what he had given me, seeing a magazine. “1D’s Harry Styles being cheated on by girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n: details on page 46″ My jaw hit the floor. I brought my eyes up to Liam. “So, this is why he broke up with me?”

“I don’t know if that’s the only reason, but I was pretty surprised to see that in his dressing room. He’s been upset all day.” Liam shrugged. “I’d talk to him if I were you.”

I scoffed at his remark. “Yeah, I’m sure he would love to talk to me again.”

“Well, it’s not true, is it?”

“Of course it’s not true!” I smacked Liam’s arm with the magazine. “I would never do this to Harry. I love him.”

“You gotta tell him, love.” Liam said as the elevator brought us down to the garage. “Come to the show tonight and I’ll make him talk to you after, okay?”

A/n: Well, well, well. Appears that we’ve got a scandal on our hands! Will you and Harry talk it over and get back together? Find out in part three (coming soon) Let me know what you think!

(part one)

The One That Got Away

based on the song by Katy Perry

“Why are you dragging me to a bar, Natasha? I told you that I didn’t feel like going out.” Bucky asked his bossy red-haired friend.

Nat just rolled her eyes before she answered him, “Because, I got tired of seeing you all holed up in your apartment for the millionth Saturday in a row.”

Bucky knew that he couldn’t fight her on this. Natasha was his closet friend and once she told someone to do something, they usually did it out of fear. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was scared of her a little.

Okay, more like a lot.

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I see jokes about how romantic that set location is… but I just want to really point at those flowers for a moment because they DO NOT FIT IN. 

Fully blooming? No fallen petals near them? Soft pinks and purples?

Never mind the sheer quantity of them in such a small space in spite of the mass amount of thick grass over them.

They’ve been added to the set.

It is romantic.