imagining how they’d spend a getaway when their beloved (YN) invites them to relax and spend time together. Each one is separate and stays true to their personality and dynamic with you:
🕯️ William James Moriarty — “A Holiday of Stillness ”
WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY
🌹 William James Moriarty
Destination: A quiet countryside estate in the Cotswolds
William rarely takes a break unless you insist — but when he finally agrees, he meticulously plans the route and lodging, ensuring everything suits your comfort.
He loves the serenity of rolling hills, classical gardens, and the faint sound of violin music in the air.
He’ll bring books, chess, and fine wine, but what he really wants is to see you barefoot in the grass, smiling without a care.
He’ll say, “It’s strange, how peace only feels complete when you’re near.”
At night, you sit by candlelight while he reads aloud from his favorite novels, his voice low and steady, his gaze flicking up just to see you blush.
Maybe Liam He will play you a piano rendition of “Love Story” by the fire. The notes are soft, as if thanking the world for finally finding peace - and you.
"If peace had a sound... it would be your laughter."
Sometimes he would lie in your arms, his eyes half-closed, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair, as if he had forgotten that the world could be so beautiful without blood and drawings.— linen blanket, strawberries, champagne—and a gentle kiss beneath the stars.
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🔎 Sherlock Holmes
Destination: A lively seaside town in Brighton or Dover
He pretends he’s uninterested in vacations (“Sentimentality, sweetheart… a distraction”), but you catch him packing early.
The salty air energizes him; he takes your hand and leads you along the cliffs, talking about the patterns in the waves as if they’re a code only he can decipher.
He’ll challenge you to small games — who spots the most seagulls, who can guess where a passerby is from.
Late at night, you share fish and chips while he plays the violin for you under a lamppost, the melody dancing with the sea breeze. A name title ‘Rachmaninoff: romance for violin a minor’
“You do realize,” he murmurs with a smirk, “that I’m entirely addicted to these moments with you?”
After that, he would lay his head on your lap, hiding his tired eyes, letting silence become the language between you.
"You're the only mystery I don't want to solve," he said, as if admitting something he didn't even want to believe.
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🌙 Louis James Moriarty
Destination: A lakeside cabin in Switzerland or the Lake District
Louis chooses somewhere peaceful, surrounded by water and pine trees — his dream is to finally breathe away from the city’s weight.
He spends mornings cooking breakfast for you, his hair messy, sleeves rolled up.
You find him staring at the lake often, lost in thought, until he turns, softly smiling, and says, “It’s beautiful… but not as much as you.”
He insists you rest and let him take care of everything. When you protest, he kisses your forehead to hush you.
At night, he lights a small fire, wraps you in a blanket, and lets you fall asleep against his shoulder, whispering promises you almost don’t hear.
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🥂 Albert James Moriarty
Destination: A luxury villa on the French Riviera
Albert adores elegance — he’ll book a private villa overlooking the sea, with sun-drenched terraces and champagne breakfasts.
He enjoys slow mornings: sunlight on your skin, a silk robe slipping off your shoulder, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair as he murmurs, “You make every place feel like home.”
He’ll take you sailing, teaching you how to steer while the wind tousles your hair — a rare, unguarded laugh escaping him when you splash water on him.
Evenings are pure romance: candlelit dinners, gentle dancing, and soft jazz a name song “True love” echoing through the villa.
He’s the type to toast to your happiness and mean it with his entire soul.
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🔥 Sebastian Moran
Destination: A rugged mountain lodge or a desert adventure in Morocco
Sebastian loves action and freedom — the farther from civilization, the better.
When you invite him, his grin says it all: “Finally, an excuse to get you alone.”
He teaches you how to shoot, fish, or ride a horse, but he’s endlessly patient when you fumble — always teasing, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
Nights are warm and wild: campfire stories, whiskey, and stargazing with you tucked against his chest.
He’s protective to the core, making sure no danger touches you.
“Next time,” he murmurs against your ear, “we’ll go somewhere even wilder. Just you and me, love.”
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Reacting to You Saying They Have a Nice Jawline Scenario
How Albert, Louis, and Fred would react to being told they have a nice jawline by their college colleague.
Albert James Moriarty, Louis James Moriarty, and Fred Porlock
A/N: This was requested by @briefpeachdinosaur, and I apologize for the long-ass delay :') If you've read the manga extras in the official, where the characters are in a school setting, Albert's is somewhat inspired by that lmao
Tag/s: Modern!AU, College!AU, Platonic Relationship(?)
Albert James Moriarty
"Seriously, that man..." you huffed, tapping your foot anxiously as you looked around the lecture hall, trying to find those familiar brown curls as the clock ticked, making you purse your lips.
"I swear, if he's late again..."
"What little faith you have in me," a voice suddenly spoke, making you jump and sharply turn around, seeing Albert giving you his signature smile.
"Albert...!" you muttered in slight exasperation as he sat next to you, moving with elegance.
"I thought you were going to be late, again."
"How harsh, I believe I was late only once?"
"I don't think your carriage getting stuck in a traffic jam is a valid reason..." you muttered as you saw a pink letter flutter from the desk, making you raise a brow.
You knelt and grabbed the letter, inspecting it in between your fingers.
"Another love letter, Moriarty?" you mused with a playful smirk, reading the fancy calligraphy as Albert raised a brow.
"How would they even know we sit here?"
"Do you see any other desk with fancy decor? Let alone any decorations?" you asked, looking around the lecture hall, seeing his spot to be the only one decorated with a rose vase and a wine bottle under the desk.
Albert breathed out a small, exasperated smile, putting away the letter.
"Even so... I believe I never even spoke to this lady," he muttered, leaning back on his chair,
"Why would she even have affections for me?"
"I don't know," you shrugged, your eyes looking over him.
"You have a pretty good reputation, popular with both students and teachers, you come from a pretty good family, and you're..." you trailed off, making him raise a brow.
"...Nevermind," you murmured as you looked away, not wanting to inflate his ego even more.
"No, no, what were you about to say?" Albert asked cheekily, leaning closer to you with a smug smile, making you scoff and move away.
"I'm what?"
"You're..." you muttered, side-glancing over him, trying to think of an answer.
"...Your jawline is nice," you ended, making him raise a brow.
"My... jawline?" he repeated, making you nod, leaning back on his seat.
"Yeah. You have a nice jawline," you confirmed, a small smile forming on your lips.
"What about it?" you asked as Albert let out a soft hum, leaning back as well.
"Nothing, I just thought you would be more... general. But thank you," he mused, his eyes observing you, making you raise a brow.
"Is my jawline the only thing you find attractive?"
"Don't push it, Moriarty."
Louis James Moriarty
"I don't get it," you muttered in defeat, head down on the desk as you stared at your book blankly.
The letters were somehow morphing into unrecognizable symbols, barely coherent in your eyes. The soft sounds of footsteps and turning pages filling the library were now turning into static noise in your mind.
"Shall we take a break?" Louis suggested, looking up from his papers, barely breaking a sweat.
"Yes, please..." you murmured almost pleadingly, earning a small smile from Louis as he fixed his papers.
“All right, then… How about you go to the cafeteria for a change of scenery?“ he offered, making you ponder as you fixed your bag, swinging it over your shoulder.
“Or… we can head to that new cafe across the street?“ you suggested, making Louis raise a brow, adjusting his messenger bag,
“Aren’t you just going to slack off when we get there…?“
“Of course not! It’ll be just a quick break.“
“… (Y/N), you’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes,“ Louis called out without looking up from his notes, making you freeze and let out a disgruntled sigh, almost accepting whatever punishment Professor William had planned for failing students.
“I swear, these books aren’t in English…“ you muttered as you straightened up from your seat, putting on your headphones and taking a quick sip of your drink, trying to make sense of the equations in front of you with newfound determination.
Louis breathed out a small sigh as he shook his head, going back to his own notes.
While you two tried to focus on your respective works, Louis could hear faint whispers and murmurs.
He looked up from his papers once more, glancing over to his side to see other patrons quickly looking away, making him slightly narrow his eyes, but he quickly ignored it altogether.
It wasn’t long before the faint whispers grew louder, now mixed with giggling and hushed voices, making him sigh and drop his book as you look up at him in slight surprise.
“Something wrong?“ you asked, looking around your shared table, but he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“It’s the noise…“ he muttered, making you furrow your brows and take off your headphones, looking around the cafe, seeing that there was quite a crowd gathering inside, sneaking glances over at their direction.
“Ah…“ you mused, a small smirk forming on your lips, “… They’re probably here for you,“ you smiled, making Louis pause and look at you with narrowed eyes, confused.
“What do you mean…?“ he asked curiously, making you shrug as you looked back at your book,
“You know… Pretty face, blond hair, scarlet eyes with glasses. It’s pretty rare to see that every day,” you replied casually, scribbling in your notebook, leaving Louis slightly stunned as he awkwardly coughed, trying to hide the slight pink on his cheeks,
“Where is this coming from…?“ he asked cautiously, making you breathe out a small chuckle.
“What? It’s not that different when we’re on campus,“ you muttered, taking a bite of your ordered food,
“You with your clear skin, nice jawline-“ you paused as Louis threw a handkerchief at your face with a flustered scoff, standing up from his seat.
“If you plan on just flattering me and not focusing on our studies, I’m going back to the library,” he muttered as he swiftly gathered his things, making his way out of the cafe, making you snort out a laugh.
“Hey, wait! I was just saying!“ you defended as you laughed as you hastily fixed your things, following Louis back to the campus, deciding to keep quiet on the pink flush on the tip of his ears and how he subtly tried to check his jawline with a graze of his fingers or a glance at the reflection.
Fred Porlock
“Fred? Where are you?” you called out as you looked around backstage, trying to find the prop master, but found no sign of the boy, making you huff.
“Come on, Fred…! Sebastian’s going to get mad again if we’re late!“ you called out again, looking around as you avoided the other actors and helpers, your eyes scanning through the crowd,
“Bond!“ you called out as you saw the familiar blond man, running up to him and grasping his arm, catching his attention,
“Oh, (N/N)! Good work today,“ he smiled as he saw you, his eyes grazing slightly around you, looking for another familiar face,
“…Fred’s not with you?“ he asked, making you sigh and shake your head.
“I’ve been looking for him ever since rehearsal ended, but no luck…“ you grumbled, having half the mind to use the campus speakers to look for the boy,
“Is that so…“ Bond muttered, trying to recall where he last saw the brunette as he hummed, looking around the theater,
“…Did you try the girls’ changing rooms?“
“The girls’ changing rooms…?“ you repeated to yourself, slightly doubtful as you walked along backstage, reaching the girls’ changing rooms and opening the door, seeing a startled shadow behind the folding room divider, cowering into the corner,
“Fred?” you called out again, raising a brow as you walked up to him, making him slightly flinch.
“… Just storing some props.”
“…In the girls’ changing rooms?“ you asked, making him flinch again, knowing his face is flushed despite not seeing it in the shadow,
“…I-I’m not doing something bad, I swear-!“ he defended, making you breathe out a snort as you grabbed the edge of the room divider, pushing it to the corner,
“I know that, I’m just confused why-” you paused as you saw Fred in a female disguise, long blonde wig with a matching dress, his expression both stunned and mortified,
“A-Ah…“ you stuttered, also surprised to see the boy in this state as he grabbed the room divider and pulled it back, making you stumble slightly,
“T-the girls put this on me!“ he defended, making you snap out of it as you saw his hunched shadow, making you hastily try to salvage the situation,
“N-No! You look good! You look pretty!“
“That doesn’t make me feel better!“ he retorted, making you sigh and scratch the back of your head, unsure of what to do,
“U-um… Sorry, I wouldn’t pull on the divider if I knew,“ you apologized, making Fred slightly pause, letting out a small sigh as he slightly pulled back the divider, showing his eyes,
“…Don’t tell Sebastian or any of the others about this,“
“I swear,“ you immediately promised, raising your hand in oath.
Fred slightly narrowed his eyes, looking for any deception before sighing, slowly pushing back the divider.
He pulled off the wig, his cheeks still slightly tinged pink.
“… Can you help me wash off the makeup?“
You kept quiet as you focused on washing off Fred’s makeup, careful not to irritate his skin as he sat in front of the vanity, avoiding your eyes.
You could feel the awkward tension as you pulled off the bobby pins in his hair, making you sigh.
“So…? Mind telling me why the female actors put the main lead’s costume on you?“ he slightly jumped at your question, making him softly grumble.
“…They thought it would look good on me,“ he muttered, making you softly chuckle,
“Well, they’re not wrong,“
“(Y/N)…“
“What? You looked really good,“ you chuckled, making Fred grumble in defeat, trying to lean away, but you immediately pulled him back in his seat.
“Convincing contact lenses, good wig… I thought you looked nice,“ you smiled as you wiped off the remnants of the foundation on his cheek and jaw,
“And you have a nice jawline, you can pull off both genders if you wanted,” you grinned, noticing the completely flushed cheeks despite Fred trying to cover them with his hands
“(Y/N), please… Not one word of this to the others…“
Smutty William drabble go brrrrrr
(Inspired by the song Run Baby Run - Dutch Melrose)
Word count: 2.1k
Content Warning: p.i.v, unprotected smexy times (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos!), praise kink, brief mentions of kidnapping, mild gore in the first like two paragraphs, character death (not William or Reader), tooth rotting fluff, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, possessive William, humorous ending, my man William is a little subby at heart, but he's still a top but a SERVICE TOP ahuigddjaio;hgdp
Minors d.n.i
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You had been taken from him.
Some rich nobleman, furious that his biggest investors were being strategically killed off like flies. He had tracked it down to one man, William Moriarty.
But oh, did he want the man to suffer. So he took the one thing William held dear. His sweet wife, Y/N.
But, it had backfired.
William was more than happy to sink the knife deep into his jugular. He relished in the red oozing from the wound, smiling gleefully.
You were behind him, still tied up and paralyzed in fear on the floor. Your eyes were closed, just like William told you to.
You felt yourself be swept up into his arms, the sensation of his footsteps and his thumping heart reverberating through your entire body.
"You can open your eyes now." He was setting you onto a plush mattress, likely one of your captors guest rooms.
You took in William's face. Concern was etched on his porcelain skin, the corners of his mouth downturned with worry.
"Please, please tell me you're alright. Tell me I got to you in time. Tell me he didn't hurt you." His arms were wrapped around your torso now, gripping you like you would float away if he let go. William's forehead was resting gingerly on your shoulder.
Your own hand came up to cradle his head, "Yes. I'm alright, my beloved. I'm so happy you found me."
He looked back up at you, but your lips were crashing into his before he could speak.
Though surprised, he kissed you back almost immediately. It was if all the adrenaline had turned into want within moments.
He finally had you again. You were finally safe, back in his arms.
The kiss turns deeper. Your hands are now clutching him, fingers tangled in his golden hair. You pull back for a moment, only to see that he's blushing.
"I missed you, Will..."
Gulping, he gasped out, "Oh, my darling... I thought I'd lost you." His hands wandered down, clasping onto your waist, "I thought I'd never get you back. I can't be without you..."
His right hand hovered over your thighs, and he looked up at you for permission.
"Do whatever you want to do. You are my knight in shining armor, after all." You smiled at him. You were exhausted, but something about the relief and elation on his face made you gain a bit of your strength back.
Strong fingers groped your ass with a tenderness only your dear lover could have. You shed your bodice and undersleeve, discarding it somewhere across the room. You didn't want to see it after this. His lips found yours once more, sweet nothings being whispered between every one.
"I finally have you again..."
He mouthed lower, this time along the underside of your jaw.
"I was so scared for you..."
Your neck this time. A mark is being sucked upon your fragile skin, which he soothes with his tongue. Simultaneously, the strings of your corset are being undone. He has very little trouble with it. After all, it was the same corset he had helped you put on days prior. You took a few deep breaths once you were relieved of it, trying to calm your racing heart.
You had missed his scent. The softness of his hair. The smooth feeling of his skin. Everything. You had missed your William.
Finally, your petticoat and overskirt are practically ripped off your body, thrown away with the rest of your clothes. He pulled back to admire you, and you saw his pupils dilate as he looked you up and down. Just seeing your unmarred skin gave him more relief than he knew he was capable of feeling.
You saw his hands hesitate, lifted awkwardly above your breasts with apprehension.
"Darling, you won't break me." Rolling your eyes, your hands grabbed his, guiding him to palm your chest. He exhaled shakily, like he was trying to hold himself back.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this," Despite his hesitation, he wasn't pulling back, "We should get you home first..."
You stopped him with a finger to his lips, "My dear, if you don't make love to me this instant, I'm walking out the front door nude."
Sanguine eyes widened, his pallor flushing, "O-oh. Alrighty then."
Your back hit the bed with a soft thud, and he was caging you in below him. You could feel his hardness against your hip, but he seemed to pay no mind to that. He was too busy suckling on your right breast to even notice his own arousal. You felt his tongue circle your nipple, before delivering a gentle nip with his teeth. Your other breast was being fondled, while his free hand rubbed comforting circles into your thigh.
Heavy lidded eyes gazed up at your face, taking in your sweet features. All you could do in response was give him a kind smile.
"You're doing so good, William."
His eyes unfocused then, and you could see his mind get all syrupy with desire.
"You saved me. I'm all yours, my love. Forever."
You felt his spare hand go lower, now groping your plush thighs. All the while, he continued his loving assault on your chest. He eventually popped off your skin, panting like he'd run a marathon.
"You had your fill yet?" Your hand covered your mouth as you tried to suppress a giggle.
He shook his head, "Never. But, I feel I've been neglecting the sweetest parts of you..."
His palms found your inner thighs, spreading your legs with a gentleness only he could ever show you. He dove into your sweet core without hesitation, lapping at your wetness like he was a man dying of thirst.
Oh god, did it feel heavenly.
Your fingers wove themselves into his hair, subconsciously pushing him deeper into your heat. He obliged happily, moaning at the taste he had been deprived of. His lips found your clit, sucking it harshly in a way that had you squirming.
"Oh my god, William-! Feels- Feels so good!" You babbled incoherently. After days of fear, it was as though all your senses had been heightened by adrenaline. The feeling of him tasting you was near maddening.
He hummed in response, which only sent more sensations to your poor rosebud. Two fingers were circling your opening, one of them plunging in.
He lifted up for just a moment. You could see his chin shining from your slick.
"Tell me if I'm going too fast, my angel."
Another finger. You subconsciously clenched your thighs around his head at the stretch.
He shushed you tenderly, "Shhh. It's okay. You're doing so good. Just relax into it."
Scissoring his digits apart, you hissed in discomfort, but it was soon drowned out by another moan as he continued his ministrations on your clit. Once you loosened around him, he added another, finally prodding at your most sensitive spots. You felt another rush of slick dribble out of you in response, which he drank up greedily.
"Oh fuck, angel, you're so damn perfect..." He finally lifted up, pinning your hips down with his arm as he continued to finger you, "I swear I'm going to make you forget about everything that's happened here. You won't remember a single bad thing. It will all be replaced by me. I promise."
He stopped his abuse on your sensitive core, finally unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down frantically. Once his underwear was gone, his hard arousal sprung free, bumping against your thigh as he hovered over you.
"Do you think you're ready, my love?" His hands spread your thighs once more. You didn't even realize you had closed them.
Nodding, you huffed out a response, "Yes, my dear. I'm always ready. Please... Please just ruin me."
He tutted, guiding his length to line up with your center, "If that's what my darling wife requests..."
You felt the head of his member push itself into you. Despite his prep earlier, it was still a stretch, and your fingers found purchase in his back.
"I'll ruin you as much as you want, love."
He slammed the rest of his length into you, and you nearly screamed his name as he pounded your cervix head on. Despite it only being days since you two last made love, he still felt absolutely massive inside you. You don't think you'll ever get used to it.
But, you're okay with it. Especially with how good he could hit your g-spot with every thrust.
One arm was used to keep himself steady on the bed, the other was fondling your breasts again, "Look at you. All mine..." His mouth went to your collar, nipping at your sensitive skin, "No one will take you from me ever again. No one- No one!"
A harder bite. You knew you'd be covered in marks after this.
Your hands grasped his suit tie, "Fuck, please my love, take your shirt off. Please."
He grunted, stripping off his vest and tie, still pounding into you with vigor. Your fingers shakily unbuttoned his dress shirt, discarding it as well. With him finally being fully nude, your nails dug into his back, only spurring him on to continue destroying you.
It was like his hardness was carving out a space inside of you, ruining you for anyone besides him. Fitting together perfectly, like it was always meant to be like this. Like it was always supposed to be you and your sweet William, together, against the rest of the world.
You gasped out curses as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing gentle circles in the way he knew you loved. It like your very blood was on fire, screaming out for more. You wanted every bit of pleasure and relief he could give to you. Luckily, he was happy to give it.
"Fuck, Will- I'm so close-!" You buried your head into his shoulder, biting back moans and curses.
You could feel him nod above you, "I know, my dear. Don't be afraid. Cum for me. Let go."
With a final harsh pinch on your clit, you felt yourself shatter apart like fragile glass.
Your vision nearly whited out, and you could hear high pitched moaning of his name. It took you a second to realize that the moaning was yours. Your nails felt something warm beneath them, and you could faintly register that you had clawed him so hard you had drawn a bit of blood. But he didn't seem to care, still fucking you through your high.
"Y/n, I'm getting close too..." He groaned, trying not to lose his mind at the feeling of you clenching around him.
"Inside-! Cum inside, please, William!" You were near delirious at this point. Normally, both of you were so cautious about letting him cum inside. It was risky, after all. But right now, after he had finally saved you? Now that you were safe in his arms again? You couldn't find yourself to give a damn about any risks.
He was panting into your skin, mouthing at your neck, "Oh my god- Are you sure? Y/n, you have to tell me you're sure-" He broke off with a moan, and one of his hands gripped your side for dear life.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" you were wailing his name, clinging onto him. Clinging onto your beloved darling.
"Oh fuck-! I'm gonna cum. Y/n, I'm gonna cum-!"
He bit down on your shoulder as he came, and it was as though fireworks were exploding inside his head. Spurts of hot cum shot into you, and you could vaguely feel the warmth spread inside. He was grunting, groaning out your name and curses you couldn't quite understand. Vaguely, you could feel your shoulder ache where he had bit you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
Finally, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. His cloudy eyes searched your face, "Are you alright still, my love? I- I didn't mean to go so rough..." He sheepishly avoided your eyes, instead choosing to gaze down at your chest.
"You dare ask me that after we literally just made love? Amazingly so?" You laughed, hands coming up to cradle his face. You could see a tint of red on your fingertips, and you grimaced, "I didn't mean to go so rough either..."
He shook his head, "Nonsense. I barely even felt that..." Sighing, his head resting upon your bosom, "Goodness, the others are probably looking for us now. I had told Fred to bring you your pajamas..."
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door, and you both gasped. Scrambling to cover you, William called out, "Fred? Is that you?"
A moment of silence, before a quiet voice continued, "Yes, Lord Moriarty. I brought Y/n's nightgown. Is she there with you? May I come in?"
"NO!" You both shouted, and you could faintly hear Moran outside the door as well, trying to cover his laughter.
"Do'ya want us to just leave her stuff outside here then? Y'can come and grab it when you need it?" Moran was speaking now, his gruff voice light with humor, "I take it you two are... Busy?"
Your face flushed, but your husband barely seemed to care. He was just happy to have you back.
"Yes, Mr. Moran. I'll come collect it in a minute. You two may take your leave and wait in the carriage, if you need."
He looked back at you, taking in your half covered figure on last time before kissing your cheek.
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Silly thought:
Louis getting a fever, and William absolutely freaking out, thinking his brother is on his death bed, While James, Moran, Albert, and even Louis are far more concerned about getting William to understand that he'll be fine, Because they don't want William getting sick, too, by refusing to leave his younger brother alone for more than ten seconds.
(this could turn into angst very quickly--)
