this is now on my ipod

Ok so you know that scene in “Shaun of the Dead” when they make it to the pub and they get in a fight with the zombified pub owner and Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” comes on the jukebox? And it’s just the most out of place thing for what’s happening? Well, when I’m playing SWTOR and grinding heroics or running flashpoints, I listen to my ipod on shuffle. My music is eclectic, to say the least, and the song that does what Queen’s does in the movie is…get this…Perry Como’s “Papa Loves Mambo”. I have never laughed so hard in my life. When that song came on for the first time, I was in a brutal boss fight in a 4 man flashpoint. And you know what? It made me fight so much better…after I stopped crying/laughing. Do me a favor and listen to upbeat oldies when you’re killing your enemies in SWTOR. You won’t regret it. Just twirl around killing guys as your teammates die around you while listening to fucking Perry Como. It’s the best.

one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more
  • “You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.
  • “You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch” AU.
  • “You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.
  • “The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.
  • “I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.
  • “You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you” AU.
  • “It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.
  • “It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee” AU.
  • “You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.
  • “You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.
  • “You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you” AU.
  • “You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man” AU.
  • “The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.
  • “We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.
  • “It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.
  • “You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.
  • “You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.
  • “We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you” AU.
  • “I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.
  • “There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch” AU
  • “I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile” AU.
  • “You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.
  • “I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.
  • “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.
  • “You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you” AU.
  • “I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.
  • “You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.
  • “I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?” AU.

get to know me meme: [1/10] current celebrity crushes ♡ beyoncé giselle knowles-carter
“i miss that immersive experience, now people only listen to a few seconds of song on their iPods and they don’t really invest in the whole experience. it’s all about the single, and the hype. it’s so much that gets between the music and the art and the fans. i felt like, i don’t want anybody to get the message, when my record is coming out. i just want this to come out when it’s ready and from me to my fans.”

prince in training

~3k, rated T

Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!


Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.

The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.

“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t slouch.”

They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.

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Mood: “October” by Eric Whitacre

Mirror For The Sun - Part 10: Los Angeles (End)

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 9 

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 5226 I’m excessively wordy. Deal with it.

Author’s Note: Here we go! This is the last part! It is longer than it probably needs to be, and there are some parts I don’t love, but hopefully you like it. :)

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

Laying on the couch in that massive hotel suite with her stretched and exhausted body half on top of mine, all I can think about is how warm and soft she feels like this. I can feel everywhere that our skin meets like I’m glued to her smooth warmth, her cheek pressed flat against my chest, eyes closed, her fingertips lightly tracing over my neck and shoulders, occasionally sending a shiver running across my entire body. I don’t want to move or think, I just want it to be quiet like this, swirling lazy circles over her back like this. This is how it should have been days ago, this is how close I want her all the time.

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A thing you probably don’t know about me is that sometimes I get in this mood where I don’t want to do anything but spend every spare moment binge-watching House, M.D. for several days at a time. I was on ep 2.15, “Clueless,” AKA that one where Wilson crashes at House’s place for a while, when inspiration struck and this Sterek drabble happened. Or… It’s almost 2k words, so maybe it’s a bit more than a drabble, BUT it’s still a drabble in spirit. (Rated T.)

It’s almost midnight when Derek finally shoulders on his coat, locks his office door, and steps out, only to spot Stiles crouched in front of the vending machine at the end of the hall, whacking the glass with the heel of his palm and muttering darkly.

Derek can’t just ignore him; he never can. (It’s a bit of a problem, and everyone in the hospital seems to know it, except for Stiles.) Before he knows it, he’s changed tracks and walked right over. “What are you still doing here?”

Stiles sits back on his heels to look up at him. “Bob ate my dollar and I’m feeling petty so I’m trying to get it back.”

“Bob?” Derek asks, a split second before he remembers that Stiles named the vending machine. It’s just this kind of thing that makes Derek feel guilty for sometimes looking at Stiles’ mouth a little too long, or pausing to let his eyes follow Stiles’ progress down the hall. Stiles isn’t a kid or anything, but he’s still only 26 to Derek’s 32, and he’s still got a year of residency to go. A lot of times, like when he’s jamming out to his iPod while he looks over lab work or doing stupid stuff like naming the vending machines, he seems to Derek more like a college kid than a grown man with a medical license and a house and a girlfriend.

Stiles goes back to hitting the vending machine, and Derek remembers why he originally came over here. “Didn’t your shift end at 7?”

Stiles smirks up at him, and Derek tries very, very hard not to imagine him making that same face in certain… other contexts. “What, you got my schedule memorized now, Dr. Hale? I’m flattered.”

It would make Derek’s life a lot easier if so much of what Stiles said didn’t come out sounding so flirtatious. Derek crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re deflecting.”

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i know the season’s over but there’s something i still want to talk about

i loved this scene in the anime. the entire sequence, plus the fucking fantastic music which is now the most-played piece of audio on my ipod, was so dramatic and intense and it really captured the drive of that last volley. i’m not here to pick faults with this scene. that would be impossible anyway.

but i kinda want to look at the manga version of this particular part, because honestly, no one should miss out on it.

in the anime, it’s oikawa who delivers irihata’s lines, in slightly different words. personally, i prefer the use of “instinct” in the anime, but that’s not the point i want to make. 

because oikawa said it in the anime, i kinda felt like people missed this one aspect. it’s actually his coach, someone who’s likely been involved with volleyball since before oikawa was born, who says that. he says that he likely undervalued oikawa, and is clearly respecting the incredible game sense that oikawa possesses. does that not make you wanna scream about oikawa tooru? it makes me wanna scream about oikawa tooru, because he’s just so good. 

and then there’s what ukai says, which is missed out entirely, and that makes me sad because those lines hit me like a ton of bricks when i read them. oikawa knows exactly where iwaizumi’s hand will be, he knows exactly how long the court is and how high the net is.

that knowledge is ingrained in him.

this volleyball nerd loves his sport so much, has played for so long and put his everything into it, that he fucking instinctively knows that court, like it’s a part of him. 

oikawa tooru is so fucking talented guys. if this doesn’t make you want to cry all over again, i don’t know what to tell you.


Yes, I honestly just giffed this bit because I love how Magnus’ gaze flits down at the end here. It looks to me like he is eyeing Alec’s lips.

I desperately want to see Magnus taking some initiative in 2b now that the “I love you,”’s have come out. :)

(Go ahead, Magnus. Just plant one on him. We know you want to. :D)

Had to repost, because I was stupid —I was trying to make soothe my cat (whilst making sure he didn’t vomit on my shoes) as well as doing something on my iPod; as it turns out I can’t multitask those things— and accidentally deleted the post when I meant to hit ‘edit’ instead. (I don’t even remember what I was editing it for.)

Thanks to the wonderful @queendavethegreat for helping me relocate the post. (and for reblogging it in the first place. *hugs)


Summary: You and your boyfriend break up and you use Bucky to release your pent up frustrations. 

Warnings: Smut (including masturbation and penetration)

Word Count: Almost 3000

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any Bucky smuts in the future

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“The Lyrics to my Music” - Prologue

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Slight smut and angst in future chapters.

Summary: One day you lose your notebook, the most important item you own, it’s filled with exactly 68 lyrics that you wrote, all of them extremely personal to you. Later that same day you discover an iPod filled with different songs with no lyrics. By some strange coincidence that iPod belongs to the same person who discovered your notebook of lyrics. This would cause the two of you to meet and form a friendship. Or maybe even something more…

A/N - Okay here it is! The prologue to my first imagine! I really hope you like it and any feedback would be very appreciated! 

Next chapter is going up next week!

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

[Y/N]’s POV

All of us have, at some point of our lives, felt the feeling of panic. Whether it was because we were scared of something, or because we missed an important event, or because we lost something. Well, take that feeling and multiply it by a hundred - that’s how worried I was when I realized that my notebook was gone. It was so strong that it made my stomach turn and cold sweat to cover my forehead. My legs were shaking as I was standing next to my parked car digging through my backpack like a crazy woman.

 My eyes were filling up with tears when I finally gave up realizing that my most treasured possession is gone. This notebook was basically my journal, keeping every single one of my secrets. The only difference being that instead of journal entries, it was filled with song lyrics. Exactly 68 of them.

 And now they’re all gone! All my secrets, my dreams, all my fantasies - my deepest darkest thoughts - they were all gone!

 I tried to trace my steps back to when I last remember using it, which was this morning. I took it with me to the park and after my morning jog I sat down on a bench, right next to the lake and spend an hour or two writing.

 Then I went back home to my apartment and when I opened my backpack, my notebook wasn’t there. So I decided not to panic and went back to the park, but by the time I got there it was gone.

 I groaned in frustration. Why the fuck would anyone take a random notebook they found on a park bench?!

 Angry and confused I went back to my car and started digging through my backpack again, in hopes that maybe I just didn’t see it the first time.

 Which leads me to where I am right now - sitting in my parked car, banging my head against the steering wheel with people walking by me completely oblivious to my struggle.

 After about 20 minutes of me banging my head against the steering wheel, crying my eyes out and pulling on my hair in frustration, I tried to tell myself to relax. I told myself that everything is going to be okay, because I wrote my phone number on the inside cover of the notebook back when I bought it, so if anyone did find it they would text me. Hopefully.

 And you might think I’m overexaggerating  things. But I am not! As sad as it sounds, this notebook has like my best friend ever since I bought it 3 months ago. My safe place. And just knowing that right now someone else is holding it in their hands drives me crazy.

I spent a few more minutes trying to calm myself down. But when I looked at my watch I - for the second time that day - panicked. It was 10:55. My work shift was starting in 5 minutes! I started the car engine and headed to work, going as fast as I can without going over the speed limit.

 I work at a small Italian restaurant owned by a very large Italian family. They were mostly nice to me. But even though I’ve worked for them for 3 years now, we never really talked a lot.

 I arrived at work at 11:05. Even though I was late, I was still proud of myself for being - almost - on time. I walked into the kitchen and put an apron on, ignoring the angry look the owner’s wife (who was also the cook) was giving me.

 The rest of my shift was pretty uneventful. I was serving food, cleaning up tables, sweeping the floors and even managed to clean up a few toilets. But I was also checking my phone every 10 minutes or so, to see if anyone has found my notebook.

 But as more time passed, hours and minutes rolling by, I couldn’t help but start losing hope about someone actually finding my journal and texting me about it. 

 It was about 7:15 - exactly 15 minutes before my shift was over and I could finally go home. No one has texted me about the notebook yet, and I was slowly starting to panic again. But work helped a little, at least it was a distraction.

I had one more table left to clean. It was a small table for one at the middle of the restaurant - nothing particularly interesting about it.

That was, until I noticed a small device with a pair of earbuds plugged into it. An iPod - I realized. I didn’t pay it a lot of attention at first and thought that I would just give it to the owners and tell them that someone lost it. It happens often - people losing their stuff and then coming back the next day to get them. 

But then, an unexpected feeling of curiosity hit me. Maybe it was, because I, myself, lost something today and I kind of wanted to replace it. Or maybe it was because the idea of someone else’s iPod, maybe containing just as much secrets as my notebook, interested me. Of course I knew that it might just be full of random songs with no real meaning, but I still decided to take it. 

I looked around to see if anyone was there, because I knew I would get in trouble if the owners see me taking it. When I saw that there was no one there I quickly put it in the pocket of my jeans and finished wiping the table. 

Yoongi’s POV

It wasn’t panic that I felt when I realized my iPod was gone, it wasn’t sadness…it was anger that I felt. After I realized I forgot it at the restaurant it was already 8:00 PM. I drove back to the restaurant, as soon as I could, but when I asked one of the waiters to check for it on the table that I sat earlier that day he came back empty-handed with and apologized, telling me that he asked the other waiters and the owners if they had found anything but they all said no. 

I collected all of my remaining sanity and gave the waiter a quick “thank you”, before storming out of the restaurant absolutely furious at myself for forgetting it. 

The iPod wasn’t anything too expensive or important, it was what was inside that was important to me. In it, was every song I have ever composed, none of them have lyrics (I’m still working on that), but still, they were important to me. 

And yeah, I know, I have the music sheets for all of those songs at my studio, and I can play every song whenever I feel like it, but that iPod was different. I was using it to try and come up with lyrics while listening and re-listening to my songs. 

Usually I’m great with words so I don’t really have a hard time coming up with lyrics. But this time was different. It was different, because in my music I expressed certain emotions that, as hard as I tried, I just couldn’t express with words. 

And now I was standing in my car, in front of the restaurant, wanting to punch myself in the face for being so distracted! 

I sighed and looked around the car, until I found what I was looking for. The notebook. I found it earlier today on a park bench, I know I should’ve probably just left it on the bench and leave, but it was about to rain and I didn’t want it to get wet so I took it with me. 

I didn’t have enough time to look at it, and I knew I probably shouldn’t, but the way it looked made me really curious. 

I took it and put it in my lap, looking down at it. What if it was someone’s diary? I shouldn’t be doing that. But then again, is there really anyone above the age of 10 who keeps secret diaries? 

 I looked at the cover carefully. It was a completely ordinary notebook, decorated with a lot of random doodles and random quotes written all over it. I carefully ans slowly, as if it was made out of glass, opened the notebook to the first page. 

“A letter to my future self”

It said at the top. And I thought that this was, for sure, someone’s diary, because that would be the kind of stuff I would write if I had one. But as I started reading it, sliding my gaze over the words carefully, as if worried that I’m going to read something I shouldn’t, I realized that it wasn’t a journal entry, but rather a poem. And as I kept reading, absolutely fascinated by the way that person used their words, I realized that it wasn’t really a poem either, but song lyrics. It was structured like a song, and it sounded like a song, so it must be…a song. 

When I finished the poem I closed the notebook again and put it aside. I still think that this might be someone’s diary! I just can’t help it! They way the song was written was absolutely stunning, but I feel like it was just a journal entry covered in a lot of metaphors an rhymes. But the way that person wrote it was just so…intoxicating. There are so many words I could use to describe it, but intoxicating was definitely the best. 

I looked at my watch - 8:45 PM. I sighed, remembering my lost iPod. It was time for me to go home.  

I put the notebook aside, giving it one last look before starting the car. 

 3 hours later, I’m laying on my bed, the notebook sitting open on my lap as I was reading through it. I’ve read through 4 of the songs since I got home, each of them getting better and better. Right now I was on a song called “Lights”. It was really deep, but really good at the same time. 

As I was reading it I realized that a lot of the lyrics probably would make a lot more sense to people who actually knew the person who wrote them, because a lot of them seemed to be holding a very personal meaning, but a lot of them could also be interpreted in a lot of different ways. 

For example, I have been rereading the line:

“The lights saved me when nothing else did.” 

I’ve be rereading it so many times that I memorized it perfectly. I was trying to understand the meaning of it. Maybe by lights, the author meant stage lights and that performing was what saved them from dark times. Or maybe by lights the meant people in their life. Or maybe they meant something completely different and I just couldn’t understand it. 

I got so into the songs that I got out a pen and started scribbling down little notes next to some of the lines. 

And as I finished reading “Lights” I realized for the fourth time that night, that the person who’s notebook that was, is an incredible writer. I absolutely fell in love with the way they write. It was just so addictive and they really had a way with words. 

I yawned and lied down in my bed. I was exhausted, but I really wanted to keep reading…

I decided to reread the first 2 songs to see if I can find a new meaning in them and then go to sleep. But when I opened the notebook to the first page I noticed something on the inside cover that I didn’t notice the first time. There was a phone number written in a glittery blue pen, and above it it said:

If found, please text:

I didn’t know what to do. 

I knew the right thing to do was text the person and tell them that I found their notebook. But I really, REALLY didn’t want to give it back! Also, I already wrote inside it. 

And then there was also the thought of actually meeting the person who was behind those words and actually talk to them… It sounded ridiculous, even if I did meet the person they would probably just want their notebook back. Also, I shouldn’t have read it anyways so….

But it sounded so amazing! I really, really want to meet that person! I want them to explain to me exactly what each song means! 

I sighed at what I was about to do next. Before picking up my phone.

My first message was a simple:


Then I decided to explain exactly who I was and why I was texting them:

“My name is Yoongi and I found your notebook on a park bench today…”

I immediately got a response back:


“Wait, did you read anything that was inside?”

I should say no! I really should! Just say no and give back the notebook and the two of you would completely forget about it the next day.

“Yes, actually.”

“I’m very, very sorry!”

“And actually I was wondering something…”

“Can we maybe meet someday so you can explain some of the meanings behind your songs to me?”

“I promise I’m not a creep! Or a serial killer! I just really like your work!”

I wanted to facepalm myself as soon as I sent the last message. Why would I do something like that? I don’t like people! And I don’t like talking to people! And I especially don’t like meeting new people! So why the hell did I want to meet this random person so badly?

The realization hit me as soon as I asked myself the question. It was, because as I was reading the lyrics, I didn’t just become interested in the meanings behind them, but I also became interested in the person who wrote them.

[Y/N]’s POV

I was lying on my living room couch with my headphones on. My button was hovering over the play button of the iPod for  minutes now. I turned it over in my fingers to look at the back. “Suga” was written on it in a black permanent marker. I didn’t know what it meant, but it kept reminding me that this was actually someone else’s property. 

I took a deep breath and finally pressed the play button. 

There was silence for a moment. But then it was interrupted by the sound of a piano. It was a song. A song with no lyric. Only music. 

And I couldn’t deny - the music was beautiful. Even though there was not a single word in the entire song, it was full of emotion. Emotion that was somewhat contagious. Emotion that somehow moved through my headphones to my ears and inside my body. 

I closed my eyes and imagined a person, their hands hovering over the piano, pressing each key carefully, gently, as if they weren’t touching a musical instrument, but the love of their life.

My heartbeat was getting faster and my eyes were filling up with tears. 

The song was hypnotizing. Contagious…

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the loud beep of my phone, informing me that I have a text. 

I immediately removed my headphones and at the speed of light, I unlocked my phone. 


It said.

“My name is Yoongi and I found your notebook on a park bench today…”

I responded immediately, almost jumping off the couch in happiness:


But then another thought hit me, that for some reason made me nervous:

“Wait, did you read anything that was inside?”

I sat on the floor, drumming my fingers nervously, waiting for a response:

“Yes, actually.”

“I’m very, very sorry!”

“And actually I was wondering something…”

“Can we maybe meet someday so you can explain some of the meanings behind your songs to me?”

“I promise I’m not a creep! Or a serial killer! I just really like your work!”

The messages came one after the other so quickly that I didn’t have enough time to react properly to any of them. He read my lyrics! And he likes them! He likes them so much that he wants to meet me?!

In any other situation I would have said no. But after all, this Yoongi guy found the most important object I own. And I was so happy and thankful that I was willing to do almost anything in return.


I answered simply after a few minutes of thinking.

“Really?! Thank you so much!”

He answered. 

“Of course:)”

I replied before turning off my phone and putting my headphones back on.

Harper Lee’s 2006 letter to Oprah Winfrey

May 7, 2006

Dear Oprah,

Do you remember when you learned to read, or like me, can you not even remember a time when you didn’t know how? I must have learned from having been read to by my family. My sisters and brother, much older, read aloud to keep me from pestering them; my mother read me a story every day, usually a children’s classic, and my father read from the four newspapers he got through every evening. Then, of course, it was Uncle Wiggily at bedtime.

So I arrived in the first grade, literate, with a curious cultural assimilation of American history, romance, the Rover Boys, Rapunzel, and The Mobile Press. Early signs of genius? Far from it. Reading was an accomplishment I shared with several local contemporaries. Why this endemic precocity? Because in my hometown, a remote village in the early 1930s, youngsters had little to do but read. A movie? Not often — movies weren’t for small children. A park for games? Not a hope. We’re talking unpaved streets here, and the Depression.

Books were scarce. There was nothing you could call a public library, we were a hundred miles away from a department store’s books section, so we children began to circulate reading material among ourselves until each child had read another’s entire stock. There were long dry spells broken by the new Christmas books, which started the rounds again.

As we grew older, we began to realize what our books were worth: Anne of Green Gables was worth two Bobbsey Twins; two Rover Boys were an even swap for two Tom Swifts. Aesthetic frissons ran a poor second to the thrills of acquisition. The goal, a full set of a series, was attained only once by an individual of exceptional greed — he swapped his sister’s doll buggy.

We were privileged. There were children, mostly from rural areas, who had never looked into a book until they went to school. They had to be taught to read in the first grade, and we were impatient with them for having to catch up. We ignored them.

And it wasn’t until we were grown, some of us, that we discovered what had befallen the children of our African-American servants. In some of their schools, pupils learned to read three-to-one — three children to one book, which was more than likely a cast-off primer from a white grammar school. We seldom saw them until, older, they came to work for us.

Now, 75 years later in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books. Instant information is not for me. I prefer to search library stacks because when I work to learn something, I remember it.

And, Oprah, can you imagine curling up in bed to read a computer? Weeping for Anna Karenina and being terrified by Hannibal Lecter, entering the heart of darkness with Mistah Kurtz, having Holden Caulfield ring you up — some things should happen on soft pages, not cold metal.

The village of my childhood is gone, with it most of the book collectors, including the dodgy one who swapped his complete set of Seckatary Hawkinses for a shotgun and kept it until it was retrieved by an irate parent.

Now we are three in number and live hundreds of miles away from each other. We still keep in touch by telephone conversations of recurrent theme: “What is your name again?” followed by “What are you reading?” We don’t always remember.

Much love,


she was just taking some time out for herself and for some no attachment fun

She seems oddly nervous, having stayed in the same hotel for the past few days while being in the city for work I had seen her around on the same floor or in the bar at key times in the morning and slightly later in the evening. Always alone but looking around like she was either waiting for someone or was already there with someone but was trying not to show it, dressed up a little showing some spectacular cleavage which was distracting and the reason I’d first seen her. Wearing a different flattering dress each night and always in heels so you could always hear where she was as each night she decided to move between seats in the bar and lounge as if she was almost getting ready to pounce and wanted to be in the best seat.

It was my last night there before an early morning flight and after working later than anticipated rushing to get everything done I decided to go down to the restaurant for a meal better than what would be served by room service. I had to walk through the bar and lounge area to get to the restaurant when I had seen here there again, she looked up and grinned a little but then as I turned and looked at her she quickly looked away again a little embarrassed she was caught.

After finishing a nice meal with a couple drinks in the restaurant where I was able to almost all evening watch her from a distance while she was in the lounge having a couple drinks I decided to do the same and ordered a drink at the bar and went to sit a little further down in the lounge on a nice big couch, it seemed like she was ready to pounce and had slinked over and decided to sit on the same couch side on facing me.
Fueled with some liquid courage she said hi and started a bit of conversation, mostly small talk before turning it around and asking about why I’m here, how long for etc. She seemed a little more at ease by that point until we stumbled in to an awkward silence which seemed to rattle her confidence a little, more so after I moved around and changed position where she spotted a ring on my left hand. She then looked a little guilty for just talking to me, all of the questions had been asked by her so far and she was trying to keep the conversation going. Noticing this I decided to ask her a few things about herself, mostly harmless stuff similar to what she had asked me, but her answers seemed a little rehearsed and not like it was the truth but she was trying to be convincing.
She then expanded on that she was just taking some time out for herself and for some no attachment fun, instantly she seemed relieved she had got that out but still nervous like she was doing something she shouldn’t do. She hinted that she had been here all week and not seen anything she “wanted to have fun” with as she put it.

It wasn’t long after where she decided to lay all her cards out much like her cleavage and turned a little more towards me, pulled her elbows together emphasizing her bust and leaned in to ask if she could take me somewhere to have the fun she wanted all week.

Now she seemed really nervous having put it out there made it seem real to her and it showed on her face, I said sure lets head up and see what happens. She quickly finished the remainder of her drink and we headed to the lift and I selected my floor. She then said no, lets go to my room and selected a slightly lower floor, which was odd as I had seen her on my floor before.
I just went with it and then decided to pull her in closer and lean in to kiss her, she seemed to enjoy it and then went in for another then we were interrupted by the lift doors opening and she pulled away, grabbing my hand and leading the way all the way down to the end of the hall almost skipping away in her heels.

We get to the door and start kissing again before she fumbles around for her room key and opens the door, she slides the key in the switch but the lights don’t turn on, I reach up for the switch and turn the lights on, she quickly turns and pulls my hand off the switch turning the lights off in the process telling me that she wants only the lights from the city below and moon above then pulls me along with her to the windows that are floor to ceiling and pulls the curtains apart letting in the light, enough for us to see enough of each other as we then start kissing again and I push her up against the windows, she keeps trying to keep me side on and not looking back towards the door or what I presume is the bathroom and a wardrobe.
There is music on in the background playing from the iPod on the bedside table

Not being to bothered by the already playing music and how she keeps me to one side we continue, slowly but surely we get to the point of disrobing, now she gets nervous again but seems eager, I ask if something is wrong, she pauses and glances away for a second then quickly looks back at me and smiles.

She says nothing for a moment then like she was drawing upon all of her seduction skills bites her lip and looks up in to my eyes and tells me to take her and use her body in any way that I want, she waits another moment as my eyes widen at the gift that has been offered to me she then reconfirms what I thought she said saying “Use my body ways I’d never let my boyfriend” for a moment realizing she had let the cat out of the bag saying she had a boyfriend she started to pull at my pants and then like a stripper squatted down so quickly where she remained as she pulled my pants around my ankles, she then wrapped one hand around my cock and started to size it up as i tried to step out of my pants on the floor, at that moment she takes the head of my cock in her mouth gently sucking on it and licking around the head, I let out a moan and she then looks back up at me and grins as she then tries to fit the entire shaft in her mouth, you can see she is trying hard as she squints as she nears the base.
I give her a helping hand and pull her in the last inch or so where she makes little gagging noises so I hold her head there a little longer before releasing my hand from the back of her head.
She withdraws and smiles at me knowing I’m doing exactly what she told me to do, use her body. She then continues to suck my cock trying to deep throat it like it was a skill she must master at all costs.

As I get a moment to take in the views from outside of a city late in the evening I glance around the room and find that one door to the bathroom is wide open and the wardrobe is just ajar, oddly ajar, not like it just wasn’t closed properly and is an inch off, but several inches, laughing to myself that if I were OCD that it would concern me greatly but then she gets my attention again almost like she knew where I was looking and wanted me to focus on her again.

After some time I reach down and guide her head off my cock and then ask her to come up here, she springs back up and she licks her lips, we again kiss as I run my hands all over her body feeling her curves, she is curvy in all the right places with an extra helping of curves on her chest.
I run my hands back up to her shoulders and slip the straps to her dress off them and then reach around find a zip, which I pull down as far as I can.
I spin her around and pull her close at the waist, I take off my shirt and throw it on the floor. I then push her forward a little and then hold her waist with one hand and then push her back making her bend over the end of the bed, I unzip the rest of her dress and then pull her back up to me as she pushes her ass back and grinds against me. I run my hands over the top of her shoulders pushing the dress straps apart and down her arms, running my hand down the front of her chest over her breasts and bra, once her dress clears her rack it drops to the floor as that is the biggest part of her, she then grinds against me again and I notice she has no underwear on and just a bra and heels.
I start kissing her neck and holding her body with one hand as the other hand unclips her bra and then tell her to set them free. She slips both straps off and takes the bra and throws it in to a corner, shortly after there is another noise coming from near the wardrobe. As I have her back against my body and I’m touching her body I glance over and see a reflection.
A reflection of light seems to move in the wardrobe and its circular like a camera lens being caught in the light coming in from the windows. It moves and then it’s gone.
This happens a couple more times when I start to work out what’s happening, She also has a rather big bag near the doorway that would have enough room for more than one person and more than enough room for the slinky little dresses she has been wearing since I had seen her.

She is here with her boyfriend and he is in there taking photos or video of what she is about to have done to her, the nervousness, the being around the last few days but never with anyone, the side on and never facing where he is hiding and the music trying to supress any of the noises he might make as he watches and makes his own record of it.

The idea of this turns me on even more than she has so far.

I grab her waist and turn her around, getting a great look at her large breasts as I cup them in my hands and squeeze them firmly and then walk her back towards the bed where she sits down, one hand grabbing my cock she gives it one more deep throat before I push her back on the bed and tell her to turn around, she does and I pull her back a little so that her head hangs off the edge of the bed.
I lean down a little so the tip of my cock is at her lips, she licks her lips and I slide my cock in to her mouth thrusting deep down in to her throat. I can see the bulge of the head of my cock in her throat as I slide it in and out, she starts gagging and pushes me away for a moment to gather her breath and then I thrust my cock back in to her mouth, stuffing her throat full of dick. I lean forward and grab her breasts as I fuck her throat quicker and quicker thrusting so she has the her lips around the base of my shaft and then pulling it back out so the tip is on her lips before doing it again.

I slow down and pull my cock out of her mouth giving her a chance to breath, she starts to lick and suck my balls as I lean over her further and then she parts her legs. I lick down her chest down her stomach and then stop at her waxed smooth pussy. I run my fingers down the join of her two lips that are sticky with anticipation for what is to come, I part them and she lets slip a small moan and I slip a finger inside her. It slides right in as she is so wet almost dripping wanting to be penetrated.

I stop and then grab her ankles and pull her around so she is sitting on the edge of the bed, I slide my hand down between her legs and they part open again willingly for me, I lean in to her and we kiss again as I slide two fingers inside her starting to rub the inside of her making her wetter and wetter, occasionally twirling my fingers around and rubbing her cervix then back to the inner wall of her vagina rubbing back and forth flicking my fingers driving her crazy, she is moaning and panting getting exciting and starting to head for climax. I pull my fingers out and she looks at me mad knowing I have stopped her while she was close. She grabs my hand tells me to finish it.
First I stick my two fingers in her mouth and tell her to suck them and taste herself first, she does obediently and then I shove them back inside her rubbing all the right parts until she starts to moan louder and louder then at the peak of climax squeezes my fingers and then starts to shudder and closes her legs tightly while she closes her eyes and enjoys her orgasm.
As she cant seem to handle all of the pleasure I continue to flick my fingers around inside her while she is so sensitive making her look like she wants to cry as its all too much for her to handle, like she hasn’t been given a good orgasm in a long time.

Before she gets time to recover I pull my fingers out, put them back in her mouth and then grab my cock and put it in her mouth, thrusting it to the back of her throat. I then push her back up on the bed, she scuttles back up a little and I get on the bed, she goes to reach down and take her heels off, I demand she keep them on.
I reach over and grab both of her ankles, pushing them apart and move closer in towards her, she slips her hand down and parts her lips open revealing the bright pink inside which is a strong contrast to her pale skin. Holding her legs up around my head I maneuver my cock to her pink wet opening spread her legs apart while gripping her ankles and thrust my cock deep in to her. She lets out a short scream and then a moan of pleasure as she is filled with cock.

By this stage she has completely forgotten about her boyfriend who is still taking photos of her from the wardrobe. She is getting right in to being penetrated by what is basically a complete stranger to her, someone she knows nothing about and will never see again. She is enjoying every moment of the attention she is getting.
She is getting the fucking of a lifetime and she loves it, I let go of her legs and fall down on top of her, putting my arms around and under her to hold on to her tightly as we start to kiss again and I thrust deep inside her as she wraps her legs around me. Suddenly she realizes that she has taken me without protection which prompts her to tell me not to cum in her but on her tits or in her mouth, I tell her we will worry about that when we get there, she again says no please don’t I’m not on birth control. I keep fucking her harder and she starts to moan distracting her from the topic I hope.

I quickly pull out of her and roll on to my back next to her, I tell her to get on top and ride me. She does so obediently again and in no time is rocking her way back and forth on my shaft heading towards climax. With both hands I reach up and grab her large breasts and hold on to them and squeeze her nipples which sets her off even more, her face and curves of her body are lit up by the light coming in from the windows, the rest of her is in a slight shadow but I run my hands down her body to feel every part of her as she again climaxes and starts to shudder as she orgasms clenching my cock tightly again and then dropping down on to my chest.
She takes a moment to recover and I roll her back to the end of the bed, imagining the view of what I think her boyfriend can see from the wardrobe. I slide my fingers back inside her and then out and wipe her juices around her anus, I do this a few times to ensure there is some natural lubricant ready for me to enter her. I start to push the head of my cock in to her tight anus, she leans forward and says she has never done anal before, I just repeat what she told me about using her body. She reluctantly pushes back and slowly I work the tip of my cock inside her, she keeps telling me how much it’s hurting so I tell her to distract herself by fingering herself. She says she has a better idea and asks me to pull out for a moment promising that I will have full access to her anus shortly.
She runs in to the bathroom and comes back with a vibrator and some lube.
Back on all fours on the bed I use the smallest amount of lube on her anus just to keep her happy and try to insert myself back in to her again. She still winces and tells me she can feel her anus being stretched and the odd sensation of me entering her. I push deeper and deeper as she breaths heavily as it hurts more and more until I am balls deep inside her. Sliding back in and out of her she seems to loosen up and enjoy the feeling a little more and asks for me to insert the vibrator in to her.

It takes us some time to be able to get the whole thing in and both holes feel stretched and tight, I continue to fuck her anus applying a little more lube when I start seeing some blood on my shaft from stretching out and tearing some of her anal lining. She likes the feeling of two things inside her and then reaches down to start the vibrator, turning it on to half setting straight away she collapses down on the bed only her ass in the air with my hands grabbing both cheeks as I get rougher and rougher fucking her, she starts to squeeze her anus and I tell her to stop that lest I unload inside her right now. I get told I can if I wish or on her tits, face or in her mouth. I just ask her to stop squeezing and continue to fuck her stretching her and making sure she will feel this in the morning and maybe for the next couple of days seeing that she had never allowed anyone to do this to her before.

Being so close I pull out of her and then pull the vibrator out of her, tell her to get on her back and then spread her legs again, slowly inserting the vibrator back inside her anus this time and get close to her.
Pushing the head of my cock inside her vagina I then pull her legs up around my head holding her by her ankles still with heels on I hold them up high and start to fuck her violently, she is moaning with pleasure having a cock inside her and her vibrator in her arse making it even tighter now she is on her back, I can feel the vibrator buzzing away inside her and my cock rubs up against it every time I thrust in to her pushing me closer and closer to the edge, she is getting off on this so much I can see it on her face, I get down on her chest playing and licking her huge tits, telling her I’m so close to shooting my huge load inside her, I tell her I want to spill my seed inside her and impregnate her. She keeps moaning and then out of nowhere seems to be so aroused by the idea she wraps her legs tightly around me and tells me to cum inside her, that she wants me to give her a child.

Amazed by this change of heart I fuck her harder and harder telling her that I have a few weeks worth of cum ready to shoot deep in to her and that I’m going to fill her up and get her pregnant, that she is not on birth control and that she is going to have my child from this encounter with a stranger, I asked how she was going to explain this to her boyfriend but she was too caught up in the moment to answer, she just kept telling me to impregnate her and cum inside her.

Moments later as we both head for climax she wraps her legs even tighter and starts to clench her vagina and orgasm as I force my cock deep in to her tight pussy still vibrating with the vibrator in her ass I push deep inside her and push my cock up against her cervix as I ejaculate stream after stream of hot sticky cum inside her, she feels it and moans out loud in almost a scream like fashion, I moan and hold her body tight telling her she is going to be conceiving a child very shortly from the load of cum I’ve put inside her, she is shaking all over from the orgasm and then the realization of what she has asked for and what has happened, she knows its too late to stop it, its like she can feel my sperm penetrating her fertile eggs.

Moments later I pull out of her, grab a pillow and put it under her ass telling her to keep it up to stop it from spilling out as it belongs inside her, feeling a little more left in me I masturbate the last few squirts on and between her huge tits. She tilts her head towards me and I slip my cock in her mouth for her to clean me up. I kiss her on the forehead and grab my clothes. I write down an email address on the notepad on the side of the bed and then tell her I hope he sends me some of the photos and that I’d love to use her body again some time especially while she is pregnant with my child.

I head to the door, she whispers thank-you as I open the door and leave, I wait outside the door for just long enough to hear the sliding door of the wardrobe roll open.

I walk away leaving her with a part of me.

Two More Hours

This is just a sort of one shot thing I’ve been coming up with lately based on the Loverboy AU by @kawaiilo-ren

I hope it’s okay and I didn’t screw this up too much! Sorry if it isn’t very good! I’ve never really written anything for someone else’s AU before! >.<


Two more hours.

Two more hours, and I could go home.

Well, perhaps not home, exactly, but home enough. A safe place, with Beka and JJ.

Two more hours.

But my boys were probably just getting home from school. I wanted to be there, welcoming them as they walked in the front door, to tackle them, and tell them how much I’d missed them, and…

“Yo, blondie! Where’s my coffee?” The man next to me shouted.

I turned on him, gritting my teeth. “Don’t call me blondie!” I shouted at him. “I have a name!” I pointed to the name tag attached to my shirt right over my heart. Engraved in small block letters were four letters: Y, U, R, and I. I had always thought Yuri was an easy enough name to pronounce. Maybe I had always been wrong.

“Yuri, don’t yell at the customers.” Mila chided as she passed by me, a large platter of food balanced precariously on the fingertips of one hand.

I put on the best smile I could as I retrieved the coffee pot, and poured my customer a mug. “And what would you like to eat?”

He ordered a BLT, and I put his order in with Georgi in the kitchen. I hid in the corner to check my phone, as I technically wasn’t supposed to have my phone on me during my shift. My heart sank when there were no new messages from either Otabek or JJ. Beka, especially, usually texted me at the end of their school day, telling me how excited he was to see me, whether I was working or not.

I sighed, sliding my phone back into the waistband of my pants before serving another table I’d taken orders for. I was hoping for a better tip from them than the man I’d snapped at. I didn’t expect him to be overly generous with his tip, if he tipped at all.

As I went to bus a newly empty table, the bell on the front door jingled. Two men entered, both sporting the same black undercuts. They both talked to and laughed with Mila before she seated them. She stumbled toward me, caught up in a fit of giggles.

“Yuri, your undercuts are waiting for you in your section.” She sang as she passed.

I resisted the urge to shove her as I tightened my ponytail and pulled my notepad from the pouch in my short apron.

“Welcome.” I said, forcing myself to follow the diner’s script. “Can I get you anything to start?”

JJ put his elbow on the table, resting his cheek on his fist. “Oh, Yuri. How cute you are when you’re at work. How much do I have to tip you now for you to wear cat ears and a tail while you serve us?”

Otabek held his thumb up as he looked from his iPod to me, a set of large black stereo headphones over one ear.

My whole face burned, and I felt the need to look to my feet. “I’m not doing that.” I told them bluntly.

JJ stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “Come on. Please? For us?”

I shook my head vigorously. “I don’t need Mila making fun of me any more than she does already.”

“If you just ignore her, then it doesn’t matter.” He smirked.

“Beka, can you make Jean-Jacques shut his pie hole?” I hissed.

Otabek kicked JJ under the table, looking back to his iPod. “JJ, shut the hell up. I’m trying to set up a playlist for later.”

“Add Party Rock for me.” He winked, putting up his signature double J’s. I could practically hear him saying ‘It’s JJ Style!’ about his absolutely shit music choice.

Otabek turned to me with a look that was a cross of down right misery and absolute disgust. “I think I’ll have a piece of pie. Apple sounds good, Yura.” He said.

I jotted it down. “Coming right up. And you, JJ?”

“I’ll have what Otabek’s having. And I’m sure that that will be you later as well.” JJ grinned.

My face burned again. Why did he have to do that when I was at work? He knew there was a time and place for it, right? “Anything to drink?”

JJ grinned larger before Beka kicked his shin again. “We’ll both have coffee.” Otabek told me before the other man could say anything else.

I scrawled out the rest of their order before rushing off to get it filled. I was much more diligent with getting their coffee than I had been with the other man, who grumbled a thanks when I brought him his sandwich.

Mila giggled behind me as I served Otabek and JJ their pie. She escaped to the kitchen before I could say anything to her, though.

I stalked to the kitchen after her, and she was standing just inside the door waiting for me. Had she been expecting me to follow her?

“Why were you laughing, hag?” I hissed.

“Your roommates are cute.” She replied.


“So, are they single? Especially Otabek. I would like to go out with him on a date, get to know him better. I’ve wanted to ask him out for a while.” Mila giggled again. It was getting annoying.

“They’re both taken.” I hissed.

She frowned. “Really? You’re sure?”

“A boyfriend.” I replied.

“A boyfriend?” Georgi questioned. “As in they share one?”

“It’s called polyamory, Georgi. It’s a thing in the world.” I grinned. “They’re mine.” I turned, my ponytail whipping out behind me, and went back to the floor.

I checked in on my undercuts. They had pushed JJ’s pie slice aside, and were taking turns feeding each other forkfuls of flaky pastry and apple filling.

“Hey, pretty kitty.” JJ winked as his lips wrapped around the end of Otabek’s fork.

“You know only Beka calls me that, asshole.” I meant it as a term of endearment, and he knew it. I called him an asshole all the time. I wanted, more than anything, to sit with them and join in the pie eating.

Somehow they drew on the eating of two pie slices to the end of my shift, taunting me more and more each time I passed until they were in the same side of their booth. They exchanged soft, teasing kisses as I passed, tormenting me even more, and it was unnatural to see them both act so soft.

“And he’s free.” JJ said as I stood in front of their booth when my shift was over, my apron hung in the back room.

“Took long enough, kitten.” Otabek murmured, and it took a great deal of self restraint to not start making out with him.

“Can we just go home now?” I asked, begged, although it came out as more of a whine. It was probably showing that I was even just a bit younger than them, but I didn’t care. I was going to lose all self control if they weren’t careful.

“Of course, mon petit chat.” JJ briefly dropped into French as he slid out of the booth with Otabek following close after.

I led the way to the parking lot and JJ’s car. Part of me was saddened that Beka hadn’t brought his motorcycle, but I knew that all three of us wouldn’t have fit.

We all settled into the car for the short ride home. There was tension in the atmosphere. Not negative, angry tension. A more romantic tension. Sexual tension. I knew that all three of us were anticipating what would come when we got to JJ’s house and the front door was closed.