#I should stop scrolling through my phone past midnight

[mcpiejeff27]

A Cardfight!! Vanguard OC (THAT WAS REVEALED TO ME IN A DREAM)

"I found a meme which said that 3AM dreams just hit different, and it can't be any truer for my case."

In my dream, I was watching Vanguard on the family room TV. I think it was post will+dress season two; when the Uniformers were at their peak. But during that episode, I saw an unfamiliar character.

Her name is "Fuka" as I remembered. She looked like Kumi from the G era, except her hair was longer and tied into a high ponytail. Her attire seemed off too; and by off, I mean she dressed like that one edgy Yu-Yu in the DSR version of Vairina Esperaridea (you know exactly which one).

The picture above is my effort of interpreting what she looked like using picrew.

Her deck consisted of candy/dessert-themed cards (I swear, the only audible word I heard was "Jellybean"), so I'm guessing she used either a Pale Moon-centric Dark States deck or Lyrical Monasterio.

That's not even the weirdest part. That goes to the fact that she was beating Sophie Belle's ass; a clear image of Astroea zoomed-in in desperation as her mask breaks. Obviously, this seemed like utter nonsense since Raika will probably be the one to beat her ass (y'know, for redemption/revenge lol), but if I see a character even remotely like this one and plays an important role... then I don't know what to say.

So, yeah. I don't know what to take from this. I'll propably make a proper OC out of her and make her so-called "candy" archetype real somehow.

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COULD U POSSIBLY MAKE A MATT FIC BASED OFF OF THIS TIKTOK OR SONG (YOU CAN DECIDE IF U WANT IT TO BE SMUT OR NOT IF U DO MAKE ONE) https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8wp5H2t/

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MY OH MY

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get into a pickle when you get poured on, but don’t worry… somebody comes to save you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, p in v, ass grabbing, faux sympathy, cum eating (🙈)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,400

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: meant to post earlier but tumblr decided to close the draft without saving as i was proofreading/editing🤣

hope you enjoy @sluttyformatt :)

rain trickles down your hair to your shoes; workout clothes soaked.

you wanted to go on a late-night walk, then suddenly it started pouring out of nowhere. currently, you’re standing under a roof edge, arms crossed while you wait for your ride.

your brother isn’t around to pick you up, so your last resort was his best friend. he’s your brother’s age, who’s two years older than you. he’s known him ever since high school, yet your mother always said matt was a bad influence.

although, you do see where she’s coming from. matt was the type to always get in trouble in school, and overall he’s just a big grump. he’s only been nice to you, your brother, and of course his siblings.

headlights glow down the street, getting closer until the minivan stops in front of you. you quickly head over to it, open the door, and get in on the passenger’s side. “hi matty!” you beam. “thank you so much for picking me up. i didn’t know it was going to rain.”

he looks at you, wearing the leather jacket he’s had for as long as you can remember.

he truly doesn’t understand how you can be so happy no matter what, even if you are drenched in water. “you should’ve checked the weather before you left.” he mumbles, putting the car in drive.

“well, it was sunny all day. i didn’t expect rain. it’s okay, though. it’s like a surprise shower.” you smile, fastening the seatbelt.

“uh oh,” you say, looking through your fanny pack that you have strapped to your stomach.

he sighs, still focusing on the road. “what is it now?”

“i may or may not have left my keys home and locked myself out. nobody’s home.” you lick your teeth. “can i come to your place until my brother picks me up? pretty please, matty?”

“fine.” he inhales sharply. “and stop calling me matty.”

it’s silent as you two sit on the couch. your brother texted you saying he’ll let you know when he’s on his way, but god knows how long that’ll be. (despite it being almost midnight)

matt notices a shiver, taking his eyes off of his phone to look. your hands rub up and down your arms trying to warm up, but the chattering of your teeth indicates that it isn’t helping. “go to my room and grab one of my hoodies and pajama pants. they should be in my dresser.” he says coolly.

you smile. “it’s okay, i can wait. i’m fine.”

“put them on.” he demands. “you’re soaking wet and freezing.”

staring at him, he keeps staring back because of your silence. “go.”

you sigh like a child, getting up from the couch and walking down the hallway into his bedroom.

matt’s clothes are far too big on you, but you do feel warmer and more comfortable. his pants hang low just past your waistline. the hoodie on the other hand is long, causing the sleeves to give you sweater paws.

you sit on the chair he has in the corner, scrolling on your phone. matt can’t help but stand at the doorway, watching you.

not in a creepy way, but the fact you’re wearing his clothes has his dick reacting from the view. the way it’s too big for your body turns him to fuck on.

he cannot feel this way toward you. your his best friend’s sister, for god’s sake. but he can’t help it.

“feel better?”

you get startled by his voice. “yes, thank you.”

“told you so,” he grumbles.

rolling your eyes playfully, you stand up. “i didn’t mean to linger in here. i got distracted.”

as you start to walk by him, he grabs onto your shoulders to stop you. your breath hitches at the feeling of his rings; the way they drag down your arm makes you subconsciously clench your thighs together.

his cologne floods your nostrils, and the way he’s looking at you is different now.

he’s always been a grumpy kid and had a resting bitch face, but now he’s looking at you seductively and with need.

the hand that was on your arm now cups the front of your neck. there’s no pressure, but the fingers with no rings go over your bottom lip.

he sighs sympathetically. “it sucks that you’re off limits. i would so fuck you right now.”

your eyebrows raise high from the sudden courage he had to just blurt that out. however, you smirk.

“if you kiss me.” you shrug. “i might let it happen.”

he groans, leaning down to smash his lips on yours.

still intact, you grab his jacket and pull him in closer, your bodies moving at the same rhythm.

he starts to push you back to where the chair is, turning you 180° so he’s the one sitting in it while you straddle his lap.

your hips grind, rubbing just the right spot on not only you but him also. you smile into the kiss when you feel him hardening beneath you.

tugging at the pants you're wearing, he pulls away. “take these off.”

you shimmy them down your legs as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his bottoms down below his thighs. he grabs your hips to hover you over him, but stops and teases the tip.

you wiggle to get some friction as he smirks. “manners.”

“please.” you whine. “please let me ride your cock. i’m so fucking wet for you.”

matt sinks you slowly onto him, your walls immediately stretching to his size. “i didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth.”

you mumble something into his chest, bouncing uncontrollably on his dick. your sweater paws ball up on his biceps. your ass slaps repeatedly on his skin, the sound echoing off the walls.

he tuts, grabbing your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “why so quiet?”

“stop.” you mewl, nuzzling your face even deeper into his body. your face is hot from embarrassment.

“is somebody embarrassed to be fucking her brother’s best friend? it looks like ms. goody-two-shoes is a little naughty.” he says lowly into your ear, causing you to start whimpering and going even faster.

it doesn’t take long for his tip to brush against the right spot “oh, fuck.” you moan, legs shaking at his sides.

“better not get this chair dirty, otherwise i’ll make you clean it,” he warns, knowing that you can’t control your orgasm.

pouting, you clench hard. of course, your release runs down his thighs and onto the seat. your eyes are glassed over while you look at him, who’s shaking his head. “you’re making a mess.”

somehow so quickly, he lifts you off of him and onto the floor. now, he’s behind you, and your cheek leans against the chair.

he again nudges at your entrance, this time you buck your hips back but he grips them tight. “clean up your mess first.”

he doesn’t ask. he orders while pushing your head down further into the cushion.

obeying, you flick your tongue onto your arousal. normally, you’d find this gross, but you’re so wet and turned on that you’ll listen to whatever he says. his presence feels like you are under a spell.

a sweet and salty taste fall on your tongue, following his instructions to a t.

a hum of approval is heard behind you. he spreads your legs wider, slamming into you with no warning.

you moan loudly, arching as much as you can in this position. “m-matt! shit, matt!” you yelp.

he grunts, taking in how well your pussy feels engulfing him.

tears threaten to spill from your eyes once they roll back, moaning loud and clear when your g-spot gets abused already.

strings of curses leave your lips, the way he’s balls deep inside of you right now have you quiver a lot. “you feel—” you pause, licking your lips and shutting your eyes tight. “so good. like… holy fucking god.”

he chuckles, placing his hand on your shoulder to drill into you harder. before you even know that it’s happening, you cum for the second time, shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure.

a deep breath later, matt makes sure to pull out and paint your back white.

“you can keep the clothes.” he says, jiggling your ass to play with it. “so you can wear them the next time i fuck you.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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Nothing but his Wife

Pairing - Emily Prentis x Fem!Reader Summary - When Y/n comes face to face with her college best friend, she begins to admit that maybe they weren't just best friends after all. Inspired by 'Good Luck, Babe' by Chappell Roan <3 Warnings - Reader coming out? Words - 1.1K A/n - I can't believe that this is my first time writing for Emily but I thought about this idea and had to write a little oneshot.

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There had always been something between the two of them. Something which, for years, had been left unsaid. Emily Prentiss had always just been Y/n's best friend...at least that was what she told everyone. The girl chose to keep their midnight kisses and care for one another (that went way past just friends) to herself. The two went separate ways after college, barely speaking a goodbye and they were both under the impression they would take such secrets to their grave.

And then the BAU just so happened to be investigating a case of which Y/n was reporting on.

Y/n had no idea what Emily had done after college, where life had taken her, but she shouldn't have been surprised by her success. Emily had always been focused, driven. She knew what she wanted and she made sure she got it. 

The girl wandered through the police station in need of a statement. And just as she was at the reception, Emily noticed her. "Excuse me," She muttered to her team which were in the middle of discussing victimology.

Y/n hadn't changed all that much. Even after all these years, she still smiled the same way and had that glint in her eye that got her any news scoop she wanted. But even before Emily chose to speak, she took note of the one thing which had changed: her shiny new wedding ring. "Y/n?" She called her name like it wasn't real. "What are you doing here?"

Y/n gazed up, "Emily." She stated, almost like she had become a weight on her shoulders. "I'm working, what are you doing here?"

"Working."

The girl glanced passed her to where the team of FBI agents were seated, "Of course, I heard the BAU were here." She looked back to Emily, and glanced her up and down, "You want to give me a statement?" She pushed.

Emily completely bypassed her request, "I see you and him finally tied the knot." There was a sour look written on her expression - one of which she hadn't bothered to hide. "How long did it take you to say yes? Hm?" Sure, Emily couldn't be so certain, but she had her doubts about Y/n and her college boyfriend. The main one being the fact that Y/n herself had always said she never felt truly in love with him. Yet, somehow, she had married him.

The girl's head tilted in response, "Is that your statement?"

Before Emily could stop herself, she reached a hand out, letting it brush against the soft skin of the girl she was facing, "Y/n, I know you, alright? If he's still saying them things-"

Y/n snatched her hand away, "Don't- Don't profile me, Em." She huffed through a stern glance. "You don't know the last ten years of my life so don't act like you do."

"Then tell me." She urged.

But Y/n had simply rolled her eyes, "You've got work to do, so have I." And with that, she turned her back on Emily.

In the rushed thoughts, the worry that this may be the last time they bumped into one another, Emily's voice spoke out to her, "Don't say I didn't tell you so."

Y/n stopped. She thought about the girl's words. She thought about turning and responding that she didn't know what she was talking about. But, instead, Y/n kept walking until her figure slipped away from view.

A day passed and the BAU were able to close the case and Y/n had her story. Everything should have gone back to normal. Y/n should have returned home to her husband and Emily should have gotten into the car with her co-workers back to the BAU. Instead, the two found themselves in the same city, in the same place, wondering why they had stayed.

Two vodka sodas down and Y/n couldn't help herself. The girl pulled out her phone, scrolling far down in her contacts till she found Emily's name. She sent something as simple as her location. And then she bought herself her third vodka soda and swore to herself, if Emily didn't show before she finished her drink, this would be her last one.

But, of course, 20 minutes later, the door to the bar swung open. Y/n didn't dare look. Not until the bar stool next to her became occupied. "A whisky and coke please, single." Emily ordered before she dared to even glance over at the girl.

"You came," Y/n observed.

Emily shrugged as the bartender returned with her drink, "I assumed you wanted me to." She took a sip of her drink before raising a brow at the girl.

She swallowed the nerves which had been growing in her throat since she laid eyes on the girl the day before, "I keep thinking about what you said, when you asked how long it had taken me to say yes to his proposal." When Y/n's husband got down on one knee, she refused at first. She wasn't certain. She never was with him. But Emily...well it was her very certainty about the girl that scared her. "How did you know?"

"Like I said, I know you." She repeated herself, "When we were in college and when he finally asked you out, you were the same. You were never sure you wanted to be with him. Even when you were in that relationship, you were debating all the time if you wanted to leave him." The girl went on to explain. "I didn't blame you, alright? If I'm being honest, he was dick, you knew that. So why marry him?"

It was the same question she had been asking herself from the very moment he proposed till the morning of her wedding day. "I suppose- It was easier than admitting to myself what I really wanted." Her pupils fluttered up to Emily, a flicker of the person she used to be coming through.

"And do you know what you want now?"

The answer was easy when Emily was right in front of her, "I didn't understand the feelings when we were in college but, I know that with him I- well, I don't feel anything." She confessed. "But seeing you now, seeing you after all these years, I've never felt so certain about someone."

Emily reached her hand out, letting it wrap around hers. "Whenever you decide to leave him, I'll be waiting." She promised. "I've always been waiting."

And in that moment, Y/n knew what she wanted: Emily.

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I know I love you ✆

call summary ⋆ ★ when a moment of realization flashes–and they know that they love you to the fullest of their heart

pairing *. * Ot5 TXT x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, slight angst in hyuka's

warnings *. Insecurities in hyuka's, bad grammar (semi-checked)

call duration⋆ ★ 2.6k

a/n*. * This was so fun to write lololol. also idk if anyone has actually noticed, but i'm slowly changing my format hehehe

taglist ⋆ ★ @kflixnet

Yeonjun’s eyes seem to blur, but he supposes that's because the practice room he currently resides in is starting to get to him, like he's hearing voices. The mirror in front of him is dusty, and it's quite a sad sight when he looks at himself—hair disheveled and messy, with his cheeks bitten red like a tomato. It's past midnight, and he knows he should be home, but he can’t find the heart to get up and leave.

The dance isn’t perfect, not to his liking, and it kills him inside as his feet get sloppy and arms start to flail in a nonsensical manner. His legs ache with strenuous pain, but he gets up one more time. Just once more, he promises himself.

Yeonjun knows very well that his words mean nothing but a lie. It’s a never-ending loop that he can’t free himself from. He forces himself up, and his fingers flinch to turn on the speaker. He's hovering over the button, but he can’t seem to move it away.

The clock reads 12:34 when he gets a shrill ring—it scares him half to death. Yeonjun stalks over to his phone and picks it up with a slight interest. It’s you, he realizes, and he doesn’t waste a moment's second to pick up the call.

“Choi Yeonjun, where are you?!”

He chuckles into the receiver. You're amusing, and his eyes crinkle. “Still at practice…” Yeonjun could almost see your grimace on the other side.

You sigh, “Are…are any of the boys with you? Or are you overworking yourself again?”

Choi Yeonjun looks at the empty practice room. He wonders if he should just fib, but for some reason, you've always been good at spotting his lies. You call it your girlfriend instincts; Yeonjun thinks it's pure bullshit. “

The latter,” he finally responds.

You go silent on the call at his words, and he pulls back his phone to make sure the line hasn't cut. It didn’t, so he just stares at your contact photo with a smile. You’re very pretty. But your next blabber is definitely not.

“Choi fucking Yeonjun! You better get your ass back home before I leave you to the streets! Do you hear me?! I am not letting you pass out again! By the time it turns one, you better be here, or I’m stuffing you into our next meal.”

This time you actually cut the call. Yeonjun knows the meaning of your threats and isn’t one to test them, so he hurriedly packs his duffel bag before he locks the door. And as he does, he knows that he’s so unequivocally in love with you—it hurts in a good way.

Choi Yeonjun realizes two things that night. First, you’re entirely scary in your way. And second, he wants to spend the rest of his lifetime and many more lives beyond that with you.

"You’re nowhere in sight. It’s quite unusual – really. Normally, you'd be situated on the couch, scrolling through your phone or reading a book, but for some reason, you aren’t there. Soobin carefully shuts the door and quickly comes to the conclusion of your disappearance; you’ve gone to sleep.

Honestly, he doesn’t blame you. He came home a little late from vocal practice and was tired himself. All he longs to do is cuddle up to your side, preferably forever. Yet he knew from his upcoming schedules that it was going to be a while before he gets his proper break with you.

Still, he smiles at the thought of it. He lets his feet round the corner to the kitchen where he grabs a quick drink of water before making his way to your shared bedroom. Soobin’s arms feel heavy, and his throat is scratchy from all the singing exercises earlier today. All he craves are the warm blankets, but he’s abruptly stopped in his daydreaming about sleep as his hand grasps the doorknob.

“The audacity of this girl!”

You’re not sleeping as he thought you were. And you’re cursing someone out – how interesting. Slowly as ever, Soobin opens the door to find you on your stomach with a computer right in your face, aggressively typing something on the keyboard. Your eyes are so focused on the screen that you don’t notice your boyfriend enter the room!

Taking advantage of your obliviousness, Soobin carefully toes his way to where you lie, just peeking over to see what got you in a twist.

Surprisingly enough, you’re writing a document-sized paragraph on Twitter. It’s filled with cruel words and language that he’s sure don’t comply with the app’s guidelines. He’s now filled with even more wonder.

“Hey honey… what are you doing?” he asks. You jump in your bed, accidentally smashing a couple of keys. Your eyes widen, and you punch a laughing Soobin. “What the hell! How long have you been there?”

He shrugs and takes off his jacket. “Long enough to question who you were bullying.”

You suddenly grow pink. “No… one?”

“Really?” Both of you know that he doesn’t buy the lie you try to feed him. So, you exhale in defeat and timidly stare at your fingers drumming against the computer pad. “Well, I dunno. Some girl was sending a hate train towards you, and I was just defending… your… name. I guess.” You grow quiet at the end, but it was loud enough for the boy to hear.

The silence in the air is loud, but before you could bury yourself in embarrassment in a heap of pillows nearby, Soobin bends to place a kiss on your cheek. He feels like he’s about to pass out, and as his stomach churns with its rollercoaster of emotions, he can’t help but feel an overwhelming feeling of love for you.

It expands in his heart and into his touch as he kisses you again – this time on your lips. He doesn’t know why, but his breathing starts to stutter when you kiss him once more, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt this time.

He relishes the warm feeling before his fingers slide to where your keyboard was pushed to the side. He presses post, and your giddy grin is all it takes for him to kiss your lips again, his hands cupping your face. Choi Soobin thinks that he’s stuck in a pool of undying love – but he’d rather drown than live if his heart wasn’t for you to kiss."

The house is quiet. Except for the quiet chatter of the TV and the slight hums of your voice, as you thread through Beomgyu’s hair.

It's gentle when your fingers softly scratch his scalp, and he feels himself falling into a state of relaxation, his heart thrumming vividly in his chest. Your legs swing next to him where he sits on the ground, playfully poking at his thighs in a comical tease, and you place loving kisses on his head, so tiny and feather-like that he must strain to feel them.

Yet, it makes him feel full and content, so much so that he's undoubtedly about to burst. Soon enough, a scene on the drama you two have been binging—filled with emotions—suddenly causes you to pause the show with a slight furrow in your brow. He looks at you curiously but knows exactly what you're going to say.

And he couldn’t be happier to indulge.

“Oh, that’s so stupid! Who in—what?!” you complain to him. Beomgyu doesn’t say anything but giggles at you. You’re entirely entertaining and quite endearing. As you rant and rant, Beomgyu notices that the strain in his jaw from earlier in the day—which he quickly attributes to being the loud one in the group, the mood maker—was slowly lessening. He could finally smile properly without such a painful toothache. So, he grins at you. You grin back, and it sends butterflies coursing down his throat.

Beomgyu also realizes that he hasn’t spoken once this evening. Yet he hangs onto every word you say, every little movement, every little quirk, and comes to the realization that you don’t expect him to chatter. You really don’t. And that’s what he supposes he really loves about you; that your words make up for his in the silence of times, and you don’t wait for him to do the same, for you know that he cannot.

Choi Beomgyu is a silent motor who dwells in the words of your love, where he will reside forever on.

Taehyun can’t help but glance at his phone, and it’s becoming increasingly frequent as time passes by. He tries not to let it interfere with his dance practice, but he really couldn’t help it. It’s like a magnet, drawing him in.

His friends notice, but they don’t say anything at first; they merely observe his odd behavior. But soon enough, their silence couldn’t be held anymore. Soobin breaks first.

“Is there something wrong with your phone?” he asks, pointing at the device that sits in a chair, right near where Taehyun has wiggled himself too. The boy in question perks up, his eyes flitting around the room, landing on each member before he turns back to Soobin.

“No,” he responds. Beomgyu scoffs at his obvious lying and points his arm at Taehyun’s phone. “Then why do you—” He then turns two fingers around and prods just in front of his eyes. “Keep looking at your phone!”

No one but Kai notices the tinge of red that flourishes on Taehyun’s ears, but his bashfulness could definitely be detected from the flustered smile that he delivers. “I don’t know what you guys mean.” Sure, he does. He was actually waiting for your daily afternoon text that you have yet to send.

Taehyun’s eyebrows furrow before he picks up his phone and scrolls onto your contact. The others sigh at his expense and leave him alone—most have an inkling about his unwarranted distraction, but Taehyun pays no mind to them. He’s on a very important mission.

Swift fingers dance across his keyboard before he shoots a very quick message. Taehyun’s very concerned by your lack of presence today, and his words are direct enough to show it.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Seconds later, several bubble pop up onto his screen. They seem to have a staring contest with Taehyun.

"Yeah. Open the door of your practice room. Kinda have my hands full :))"

The boy doesn’t hesitate to jog to the other end of the room and swing open the said door, to where, behold, you stand, with a great big smile and five plastic bags in hand. The sudden smell of food wafts through the area; and Taehyun doesn’t realize how hungry he really is.

You can tell too; you’d always had him figured out, however far you were from the love of your life. But he can’t stop staring at you until the boys come through and push him away. He guesses that they’ve smelled it too.

“Surprise! I figured that you guys could all take a break and eat lunch.” You press a chaste kiss to Taehyun’s cheek and push past him to put all of the stuff down. The other four boys rampage over to their own bags, screaming their thanks.

You just chuckle, but it slowly diminishes into a sweet smile when you find Taehyun still by the door. His eyes glow when they meet yours, and you gesture to sit next to you. “I love you,” he mouths. He decides that the way your cheeks puff and get red, or the way your lips curl, is what he wants to see in heaven. Or perhaps he’s already there.

It’s the small things, he supposes. The way you care. Like when you pour Beomgyu a drink and give Taehyun and Yeonjun your own food, insisting that you were going to shove it down their throats if they didn’t take it. Or when you ruffle Hyuka’s hair and adjust Soobin’s collar.

Later that day, Yeonjun carries thoughts. Thoughts that he whispers to Taehyun with a jolly grin after you leave on your merry way. “You better not lose her. I’ll kick you off the group if you do.”

Kang Taehyun has never believed in soulmates until you came along and stole his heart.

It’s another one of those days. Where light usually shone, it was covered in bleak clouds, ones that Kai couldn’t escape from however hard he tried. He’s stuck in forever darkness that seems to consume him whole, eating away at his heart.

The pain is unbearable; it brings forth a few tears from his eyes. They feel like acid against his skin, and he wishes to be free from the pain of his insecurities. His hair flops in front of him, and one could assume that he uses it like a mask, hiding himself away until only a shell remains.

Kai doesn’t like looking in the mirror – he has known that from the moment such dark weather clouded his sight. And so, his reflection is slashed, covered in blood he has never asked for. It’s quite horrible when it's about himself. Then it gets worse when it extends to his bandmates – his platonic soulmates.

And finally, when his wobbly thoughts traverse your way, his stomach aches, and his heart falls apart into puzzle pieces that cannot fit. He greatly wonders how you can even put up with him and his miserable attire. Kai thinks that he’s tired of himself – but why aren’t you? As a solution to his problems, he has holed himself in his room, but you have a different answer to his questions.

You give three swift knocks on the door, each loud and firm, before you unlock the door and enter. Kai doesn’t dare to look you in the eye, but he feels your glowing stare on him. He doesn’t know what to do but weakly rejects your advance.

“Just… just leave me alone,” he says.

You don’t respond. He tries again. “(Y/n), seriously! Please!”

This time, your strides stop. And nothing more. Kai questions if you’ve melted to the ground, but alas, you have not when you sigh and exclaim.

“I would, but our son misses you!” Pause. What? Kai shoots his head up, in a query that shoots confusion down his spine. Yet he feels that tinge of a chuckle in the back of his throat. How do you do that to him so easily? When he stares up at you, your hands are behind your back, and you’re pouting. He decides to ask his question.

“What are you talking about…?”

You grin at him and swing your arms forward to reveal a tiny penguin plushie. “Our son, of course! Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about him?!” Kai shakes his head. “No, of course not.”

This 'son' of his was actually a prize that was won from an arcade game. You’ve officially adopted him ever since. “Well… he told me that he really misses you.”

You take a step forward and lean down towards him. Your eyes observe his face, and they take in the expanse of his beauty. He wishes to cower away, but you don’t let him as you take your son’s tiny flappy fins and put it on your boyfriend’s face.

“We hate seeing you cry, my pretty boy,” you say as you wipe away his tears with the soft fabric. They soothe his burns. At last, you put the plushie away next to him and lean a little closer, just where his heartbeat resides on his neck. It beats with yours.

“I love you.” You kiss his heart.

Huening Kai thinks that you’ve just mended his puzzle-piece heart into such a beautiful picture of his irrevocable love for you – bigger and more stunning than any masterpiece created on this cruel earth. And you deserve much more.

[godisshook]

I’ve had a crush on my roommate since we met in the summer, and I thought he liked me too, but he said we couldn’t when I finally got up the nerve to ask him out before break. He said he had to do something first, and left for break. I was so sad, but then on new years he texted me his resolution had been to become a “real man” for me this year… any idea what I should expect now that break is done?

A Real Man

You hoped that winter break would be a nice break from the weight of your confession to your roommate, Sean, but it was all you could think about. Had you made a mistake? Did you miss the signal?

You had talked with Sean occasionally, but not as much as on New Year's. While you didn't believe in all the superstitions around it, you still silently made a wish for the new year; making Sean yours. As the new year rolled in, you celebrated alone, hoping your wish would come true.

Fortunately, the wait wouldn't be long. Just a few minutes past midnight, you get a text on your phone from an unlikely source, Sean. Soon, the two of you were in full conversation. With plans for the new year being discussed, he drops a bomb. “Just letting you know, my resolution is to be a real man for you this year," he texted.

Intrigue came over you as you continued to text back and forth with him. As the conversation died down, he sent a final message that stopped you in your tracks. "Hope to see you soon, until then, hope these can hold you over." He sent the message with two attached photos, and as you scrolled up to see them, your jaw dropped.

The photo leaves you breathless, as you lay witness to just what he meant. He was huge, practically unrecognizable. Drooling over the pictures, to rushed to reply, "I hope to see you soon!" You winced at the exclamation mark in your text, hoping you weren't coming off too thirsty, but dirty thoughts were buzzing throughout your mind.

With winter break drawing to its close, you decided to leave early for campus, packing your bags and booking your flight. While you mainly wanted the extra time to pack, being able to see Sean too wouldn't hurt at all. You scheduled an Uber before getting on your flight, not wanting to bother anyone for a ride on campus. With goodbye texts sent, you got on the plane and dozed off as you got in the air.

As your plane begins its descent, you come to. You start to check for any missed texts, when you're met with one that catches your eye.

"I'll come get you from the airport."

Sean attached two photos of him and simply replied, "I'm ready." You trembled at the certainty of his response, even through text, and braced yourself for the car ride home.

As he put your suitcases in the car, his muscles bulged through his tank top, making your heart flutter. "Thank you so much," you said as you put your duffel bag in his car. "This is the treatment you deserve," he said as he laid a kiss on your forehead. You blushed, not used to this level of chivalry. The two of you recapped your winter breaks on the ride back, with giggling and somber moments included.

He brought your luggage inside, and you were entirely confused as to the sudden change in character. With the last of your bags inside, you demanded an explanation. The two of you sat down as he began to explain. "I know it sounds crazy, but I knew I wasn't right for you back when you first asked," he said. He continued, "That was my wake-up call, and so I had to get things right so I could live up to my promise." His expression darkened as he got closer, now standing above you. "I want to show you just how ready I am if you let me." Your reply was breathy, as your voice began to tremble under his dominance. "I want you, Sean." His response came in a dark tone:

"Kneel."

Your body responded before your mind could, as you kneeled on the floor, grasping onto his massive hands. He pulled down his pants, and his cock rose up in an instant. Looking over his huge dick, you wondered how you were going to suck it. Hoping to not have that question answered, you began giving him a handjob, your hands made minuscule against his massive cock.

But it was clear that wasn't enough. Sean looked down and moved your hands off his dick. His rock-hard cock was once more in your face, and you knew what was coming next.

Opening your mouth wide, he slid his cock inside your mouth. As he filled you up, you were forced to breathe from your nose, as his cock went further and further down your throat. Sean threw his head back in pleasure and began slowly sliding his cock out, immediately leaving you wanting more. In an instant, his hand was now gripping your head, as thrust his cock in and out of your mouth.

Cum had filled every part of your throat, and your face was a mess. He had asserted himself. His softer side revealed itself as he helped clean you up, picking you up and taking you to the shower, where he finally fucked you, his cock filling you like a key in a lock. It was bliss. As hot water made the heat inside you burn even hotter, you couldn't help yourself from coming, and Sean, noticing your release, sped up his thrusts to catch up to you.

The both of you finished your shower, even messier than when you entered. You both slept in Sean's room that night, as you cuddled deep into him. Sean had shown exactly what he meant, and you were overjoyed. It was looking like a wonderful start to your semester, and you thanked your lucky stars that your wish came true.

[piratefalls]

“You are", he says, "the absolute worst idea I've ever had.” - me @ ao3 after watching the movie and thinking "there's probably fic for this."

i like lists. i've lost sleep reading fic like it's gonna disappear the second i look away. i'm making my problem yours. i'm sure a lot of these won't be new to people since they pre-date the movie and it's far from comprehensive but. i'm late to this party. i also can't make gifs, so enjoy the basic canva header.

(baby) don't make me spell it out by extasiswings

One night near the end of first semester 1L finals, just a few weeks before the two-year anniversary of their first kiss, Alex finds himself looking up from his desk with its messy piles of color-coded notes and tabbed textbooks to see Henry asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off waiting for him to come to bed, and unbidden he thinks, God, I’m going to marry this man. It startles him, the spike of adrenaline that floods through him waking him up and bringing the parts of his brain turning over concepts like proximate cause and strict liability to a standstill as he stares at Henry. I want to marry this man.

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea

["June stopped by at lunch; she showed me a delightful channel called Hallmark, which repeats the same story every hour after they swap one round of white, straight, small-town conventionally beautiful actors for another. It was entertaining.” “June and I used to play a drinking game with those. Take a shot every time someone goes ice skating, sledding, or leaves the big city for their tiny hometown.” “Good lord, you must’ve been sloshed in the first ten minutes.”] -- On December 4, 2021, an attempt is made on President Ellen Claremont's life. Alex gets shot instead.

Familiar Gravity by cmere

“Yeah,” Alex breathes, and he pulls back to look Henry in the eyes. “I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me in this chair for, like, weeks. Every time you sit down here with your stupid book.”   Henry likes it when Alex speaks Spanish and Alex has a request.

Am I the Asshole? by everwitch

AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend? It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral. -- In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.

Everybody needs good neighbours by railmedaddy

To nora(9.37pm): So a funny thing happened My hot neighbour brought me the mcflurry i ordered and we fucked From nora (9.38pm): WHAT DETAILS NOW Which neighbour? Wait, you only have one hot neighbour. Alex, did you fuck a guy?!?!?! ALEX Or Alex meets a hot new neighbour. Shenanigans ensue.

A Picture on Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

this is the worthwhile fight by dearhappy

It's not that Henry's scared of their future, he's never been more sure of anything in his life. The thing is they're still trying to figure out how that future is going to look. And he worries about how it'll affect Alex's career in politics.

Déjame Ver Cómo Es Que Floreces by 14carrotgold

Oscar gets in close and bluntly asks, “Earlier. In the bathroom. Did you do it?” Alex scoffs, “No. Don't be a perv. Why would you wanna know that anyway?” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Mind out of the gutter, chamaco. Did you propose?” Ah.  - Henry is introduced to the extended Diaz side of the family at their matriarch's birthday. Shenanigans (and romance and feelings) ensue.

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood by chamel

“I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.” “Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well. (After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by allmylovesatonce

Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad. No one can know what really happened.

thinking (about last night) by rhosyn_du

“I hope you know that I am literally never going to stop reminding you that you said that. I’m going to, like, take out an ad in the student paper. Maybe hire a skywriter or something. I am definitely telling Pez." "I hate you," Henry tells him. "Lies," Alex says, still laughing. "You know you love me." Henry lets out a heavy sigh. "Well," he says softly, "that's rather the problem, isn't it?" “What, you think we’d be better off if we still hated each other?” “I think," Henry says slowly, "I’d be better off if I could figure out how to stop being so stupidly in love with you.” It takes a few seconds for the words to really register, as distracted as Alex is by the heat of Henry’s breath and wondering how much it would cost to actually hire a skywriter. Once they do, it takes a full minute before Alex can move. Can breathe. Can think. Finally, he forces out a whispered, “What?” When that gets no response, he tries again. This time, his voice actually cooperates. “Wait, what?” The only response he gets is a soft snore and Alex realizes that Henry, the utter fucking asshole, has passed out on his shoulder.

you're the reason i let myself fall by perfect-porcelain (tedddylupin)

Alex doesn't quite know what to expect when he walks into a room with a glowing screen separating him from the person in the other pod. The entire experience makes him skeptical. How can you fall in love with someone you've never met? Or: Love is Blind AU

Sharper Head, Wilder Heart by Dawg1515

"This could work out,” Henry offers. “It could,” Alex replies. “That’s good, then. Someone’s going to have to walk me through the brilliance of Empire Strikes Back, after all.” “Sweetheart, if we’re legitimately dating now, I’m forcing you to watch every movie that has Harrison Ford in it.” “Duly noted.” Or: When the Queen decides it’s time for Henry to settle down with a woman, she arranges a courtship between him and Alex Claremont-Diaz, closeted political powerhouse. Alex secretly tells Henry he’s trans, and Henry tells Alex that he’s gay. To say they become an amazing couple would be an understatement—but nothing is ever that easy for a prince and a president’s son.

every version of you (i love) by coffeecatsme

“So,” the voice narrates as the man squishes the dog’s cheeks and laughs at himself. “There’s this guy that lives next to me with the cutest beagle in the world and this little guy climbs to the fence every day to drop his toys off at, like, 5:30 on the dot, I’m not kidding.” The camera shows the man boop the dog’s nose and press a little kiss to his forehead. There’s a ball in his hands that he hands to the dog, but it slips from his mouth all over again, making the man reach down to grab it. He glares at the dog, but even then he’s still smiling. “And this guy always walks by and picks up the stuff and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever you have no idea.” The camera zooms in farther into the man’s smile, genuine and wild, as he pushes his wild curls away from his face. His eyes flicker up when another figure walks into the frame, his blonde hair falling over his forehead in waves. The man’s smile, impossibly, widens. “Oh. I’m also pretty sure he has a crush on my neighbor.” Or, 5 times David greets Alex with something that belongs to Henry, and 1 time he greets Alex with something that belongs to both of them.

The Duke Who Loved Me by annesbonny, Inareskai, schmulte

This Author knows as well as anyone how much you, gentle readers, enjoy a scandal and a love story. And what could bring more delight that two young gentlemen who bring both of those wherever they go? Join the Duke of Mountchristen and the, untitled, Mr Claremont-Diaz as they attempt to find a Love Match amongst the gossip of the ton.

The Edge of Glory by politics_and_prose

Subject: CD-10 To: Alex Claremont-Diaz (acd@cdlaw.com) From: Natasha Wallace (nwallace@txdems.com) Alex - You know how you jokingly told me to let you know when Mayfield was vulnerable and/or not seeking re-election? Tash

lying in the low light by smc_27

The thing about having a one night stand with the guy your sister is close friends with and gatekept from you is that it becomes really fucking important that she never knows. Or, Alex and Henry have a one year stand. Or, Alex and Henry are in a relationship, only they’re the only ones who don’t know it.

what we might do (if we stop keeping a secret) by indomitablelove

'This isn't how I wanted to tell people. I thought we'd get the chance to do it right.' - Red, White and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston, p.327 --- or, in another world, Alex and Henry get to do it right.

Who Could Love You The Same as I by MariaDmitrievnaLikesSundays

Inside was exactly what Alex had found himself dreaming about ever since that night at Kensington. The kind of dreams that he forced himself to forget once he woke up, but dreams all the same. A gold band, simple and smooth, with a single square diamond embedded on top. It was small, modest, exactly to Alex’s taste. ”Holy shit,” he said again. “Holy shit.” That was a ring. That was, unmistakably, an engagement ring. Hidden in his boyfriend’s coat. And he had just found it.

—— Or, Alex finds the engagement ring that Henry had hidden, and does exactly what you’d expect him to.

As the World Falls Down by 3bowtruckles

So while we all knew that the 2020 written in the book would be glorious fiction, we didn’t realize that reality would throw us something to take 2020 even further away from the book’s events. This story is where I attempt to merge our 2020 reality and the fiction of RWRB, using research (a LOT of research) to try to figure out what the trajectory of reality might have been. The story starts picking up the timeline after their late-February trip to Paris. After that, it's strictly AU, but I try to keep a lot of the intents of the events in the book (for instance, Alex's trip to confront Henry in Britain after the lake) while still making them fit the narrative I've created.

We'll Change the World Yet to our Dessire [sic] by cresswells

Alex and Henry are engaged and ready to share their announcement with the world, but after the media circus surrounding their forced outing Queen Mary wants them to do things properly this time. To Alex’s surprise, ‘properly’ apparently means taking a Royal Tour around Europe as an official couple. Ten days, five countries and lots of unnecessary wardrobe changes. What could possibly go wrong?

where clouds look like mountains by weather_stained

Four months after the election, while still learning to navigate the complexities of being in a public relationship, Alex finally has the chance to show Henry around Austin.

We'll Invite Something In by smc_27

Alex is grinning a little too hard.  This is absolutely idiotic and pointless and fun.  The cover of Hello UK with a photo of him pulled out and a photo of His Royal Highness Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen whatever the hell the rest of his names are (Alex knows; he being a dick) with the admittedly stupid but flattering headline which reads: His Royal Highness: He’s just like us and crushes on Pres ACD.

Henry's Cold, Empty Tower by DracoWillHearAboutThis

“I want you,” Henry said, slowly but clearly, “to leave.” When Alex storms Kensington Palace, Henry sends him away. Then, their relationship gets leaked, and it's Henry's turn to fight for Alex.

behind the diamond-shaped glass by Celaestis

Five times Alex and Henry used tea and biscuits to communicate, and one time they don't need to.

The Byline by rosetintednerdglasses

Press Secretary Alex Claremont-Diaz serves at the pleasure of the President, and he does it excellently until a new White House correspondent darkens his press room: Henry Fox, The Guardian.

we've been here forever (here's the frozen proof) by r_holland

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep. Warmest regards, ACD *** It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

words on the tip of your tongue (but please don't say them) by viciouslyqueer

So close. He was so close to saying those words that have lived inside him for so long, and now it's gone, a moment that slipped right between his fingertips before he could grasp it. Now he’s floating in the middle of the lake alone, the ghost of Henry’s touch still lingering on his skin and an unknown, heartbreaking feeling in his chest. — Or: canon-divergence where Henry doesn't leave the lake house.

The Grand Tour by lucky (revolutionbarbie)

When Henry returned from an audience with Queen Mary looking stony faced and grim, Alex had immediately feared the worst. She had requested to see Henry – and Henry alone – the moment their plane had landed at Heathrow on a visit to Pez’s new shelter in London.  Alex had suggested that they go to see her together just to spite the old hag, but Henry wanted to keep the peace. Since moving to Brooklyn, they had entered into an uncomfortable détente with Queen Mary and Henry was loathe to be the one to break it.  “She wants us to go to Australia. It would be an unofficial Royal Tour, of sorts, with stops in several cities and a short visit to New Zealand. Three and a half weeks in total.”  “She wants to send us on an all-expenses paid Australian getaway? Count me in.”

come and get me by rizcriz

The email arrives 8 days after Henry left the lake house. He contemplates deleting it without reading, but it sits in his Alex inbox, where there are over seventy emails favourited, and somehow it feels wrong and weirdly impersonal. As if leaving without a note were any different. He stares at the from line with an aching longing that seeps into his veins. It settles on his heart like a tangible thing; something warranted and cruel that casts shackles around the aorta and locks them tight so that he might never love again. -- or, alex sends an email instead of flying to KP.

Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge

"You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.” "You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine." Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?" *** Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.

idk I'll do a part two if anyone wants.

[babydollmarauders]

BABE — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

pt 2

summary: in which y/n’s biggest fear comes true, and she tries to work past it but inevitably can’t.

notes: this is all angst. if you’re wanting a redeeming and loving Jack then you will not find him in this, but i do have other fics like that.

warnings: cheating, arguments

useless notes: another Taylor Swift inspired fic. are we surprised? probably not. should i be working on the next part of the Midnights Fic List? maybe. but instead i just spent three hours writing whatever this is

i stare at my phone screen, no longer able to make out the photo but that doesn’t matter because it’s seared into my brain now. i close my eyes, letting tears roll down my cheeks, but all i can see is that photo. Jack, his hands on another girls waist and her lips on his neck.

i feared this day would come, i just hoped it never would. and i can’t help but put some blame on myself. was i not good enough? should i have come with him on the roadie? i know he’s said before that i shouldn’t feel pressured to go, but i know so many other WAGS do. maybe if i had taken the time off from work to come then this wouldn’t have happened. but i didn’t do that. and now here i sit, at home in our apartment, while he’s in Texas, probably peacefully sleeping by now, next to another girl.

when i had first opened up to Jack about my insecurities and my fears, about my past with men who previously cheated on me and strung me along because i was so forgiving, he had promised me this would never happen. told me i was the only one he ever wanted and that if he ever felt like he wanted to be with someone else, he would have the decency to break up with me first and not string me along. but here we are.

this photo wasn’t what i was expecting to see when i decided to open twitter. i was expecting lots of celebratory tweets after the Devils win against the Stars, but then this picture was the first thing that popped up on my timeline. the user speculating that Jack and i broke up. we didn’t.

i finally open my eyes again, my vision clearer now that the tears have spilled over, i run my thumb over the screen, scrolling through my feed.

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@HUGHESLVR86: i see everyone on here sharing the photo from that girls insta story and speculating that Jack and y/n broke up but… have y’all thought about the possibility that maybe they didn’t? i know we all want to believe that Jack would never cheat but maybe we don’t know him.

- liked by @y/nontwt

@HUGHESISKARMA: guys, both y/n AND jack still have their pics together up on insta. leading me to believe that maybe they’re still together. in which case i feel for her right now. stop spreading that photo.

- liked by @y/nontwt

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my scrolling is stopped by an incoming text from Jack’s brother.

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FROM: Huggy 🧸

y/n, i’m sorry. i don’t know what he was thinking, if he was even thinking at all. please call me if you need someone to talk to. i’m here for you. even after you guys break up, you’ll still be my little sister.

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Quinn’s sweet text only brings me more tears. not from his kind words, but from the fact that he thinks we’ll break up. because i know myself, and i know that if Jack comes home tomorrow apologizing and promising to never do it again, i won’t be able to get the courage to leave him. and i wonder what everyone will think of me. this isn’t like in the past. he’s in the limelight, everyone will know.

i fall asleep on the couch, crying and hoping that when i wake up, this will all have been a dream.

**

i wake up to the sound of the front door shutting and a heavy thud hitting the floor. and for a second, i’m excited to see my boyfriend. but then i remember why i’m on the couch. why my eyes are sore. it wasn’t just another night of falling asleep watching netflix. he cheated on me.

Jack’s footsteps halt at the living room entrance, and i look up to see him watching me. and when he sees my red puffy eyes and tear stains on my face, i know he knows that i know. his eyes are full of regret, that much i can see. he slowly makes his way over to the couch, gauging my reaction, and sits down on the other side, away from me. more tears build up in my eyes and i let them slowly roll down my cheeks, washing away the old tear tracks and leaving new ones in their place.

“you promised.” my voice is barely above a whisper, but it still cracks.

“i know. i’m so sorry, baby. i am. i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk and she came up to me and i just— there’s no excuse.” he shakes his head before placing it in his hands, his elbows resting against his knees. “i’m so sorry, baby. i didn’t mean for it to happen. and it won’t happen again. i swear. it was a mistake, and i- i- i swear on my life. it won’t happen again.”

i manage a weak nod. proving myself right from last night. i can’t leave. what is wrong with me? why can’t i leave? why can’t i just accept that he did it once and he’ll more than likely do it again, so i should get out of the relationship before he breaks me even more?

“okay.” i whisper. “i believe you.”

he looks up at me with bloodshot eyes and a hopeful face.

“you’re not leaving?” he asks.

“no. i’m not leaving, Jack.” i tell him. “i love you. and if you tell me it was a mistake and it won’t happen again, then i believe you.”

he moves to the cushion beside me, taking my face in his hands and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“i promise. i swear it. it won’t happen again.”

“okay.”

**

as i predicted, everyone knows. it’s been three weeks since Jack came home and confessed, and last night he took me on a date. i posted some pictures from last night on insta, and the comments have been all about what happened three weeks ago.

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@y/noninsta: i’m a lucky lucky girl 🤍🪐

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@user1: oh, she’s still with him??

@jackhughes: I love you babygirl

@y/noninsta: i love you to the moon & to saturn

@trevorzegras: cringe 🤮

@y/noninsta: your face is cringe

@user2: idk how she can stay with him after that photo

@user3: fr! i would’ve been out of there so quick

@_quinnhughes: that second pic was a jump scare. you put his ugly mug on here but not your pretty face sis?

@y/noninsta: this is why you’re my favorite hughes brother

@lhughes_06: @y/noninsta what am i?! chopped liver?! i at least deserve to be ranked higher than Jack

@_quinnhughes: @lhughes_06 bro wtf

@user4: wow, kinda just lost a little respect for her ngl

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my eyes well with tears and i take a loaded breath. my heart burns, and when i close my eyes, it’s the same way it’s been the past three weeks. all i can see is that stupid picture. i thought i could do this, but it hurts differently than in the past. in the past, i was able to move past it until it happened again, but this time, my heart hasn’t stopped hurting. every time i look at him, my heart breaks all over again remembering that he was with another girl.

i set my phone down on the couch beside me, and stare at the wall. i know what i have to do, but i don’t know if i can.

“hey babe, i’m heading out with the guys.” Jack walks into the living room, slipping his jacket on. but when he sees me, he freezes. “hey, what’s wrong?”

“i can’t do this.” my voice cracks, and now that i’ve finally said it, i feel a weight lifted off my chest.

“what?” Jack comes to stand in front of me. “c’mon don’t say that.”

“no. Jack, i really- i really can’t do this.” i tell him.

“i thought we worked past this? i thought you said it was okay. i told you, it was a mistake.” he crouches down in front of me to look at my face, and the walls i’ve built to hold myself up finally come crashing down. i look at his face and all i can think of is that picture.

“i know but, ever since you admitted it, i keep picturing her lips on your neck. i can’t unsee it, Jack.” i stand on shaky legs and he rises in tandem. “i hate that because of you, i can’t love you. not like i used to. because if we keep doing this— this thing, then i’m just gonna continue to worry even more than before. every time you leave, i’m gonna wonder if you’re out there sleeping with another girl. again.”

“that’s not fair.” he shakes his head.

“you’re right. it’s not.” i admit. “which is why i need to leave, Jack. i really hope you can understand that. it’s not fair on me. to constantly have to wonder who you’re with. or what you’re doing. and i can’t take that. i can’t trust you anymore, Jack.”

“so you can come on roadies with me until you trust me again.” he suggests, and the thought just makes me even more upset.

“i can’t just drop everything to go on the road with you multiple times a month! i have a job, Jack.” i tell him.

“so quit your job. i make plenty to take care of us.”

“you want me to quit the job, that i’ve worked so hard to get, so i can come on the road and babysit you to make sure you don’t cheat on me again?” i ask. “which will provide me with nothing to fall back on when you do inevitably do something again, and i actually decide to leave.”

“but i’m not gonna do anything!” he defends.

“yeah, that’s what you’ve been telling me for the last two years and look how that turned out.”

“yeah, and i didn’t do anything for two years! you can’t cut me some slack?” he argues and i put my hands together in a slow clap.

“you’re right, Jack. you waited two years to cheat on me. do you want a medal? a trophy?” i say. “yes, you didn’t do it for two years, but you still did it eventually. after you promised me you never would. you broke your promise.”

“so you’re just gonna throw this all away over a mistake?” he asks.

“i’m not the one who’s throwing this away. you did when you decided to get with another girl. in public. i’m just making sure i don’t get hurt again.” i tell him. i make my way to our bedroom, Jack following behind me.

“y/n, i’m sorry. okay? i’m sorry! i made a mistake. i told you it won’t happen again.” i ignore him, pulling my suitcase from under our bed and start randomly throwing clothes and an assortment of my things inside of it. “babe, let’s talk about this. c’mon. yes, okay, i slept with another girl. yes, i was caught. but if you didn’t know, wouldn’t that have been worse?”

his words make me freeze, and a sinking feeling settles in my gut. i turn to him.

“caught? Jack, is this the first time you’ve cheated on me?” he avoids eye contact and i swallow a lump in my throat. “Jack. tell me.”

“no.” it feels like my heart has shattered in my chest. the fragments getting caught in my lungs as i struggle to breathe. when i finally let out a shaky breath, it turns into a sob and i collapse to my knees in front of our bed.

this entire time he’s had me fooled. playing the role of doting boyfriend. when instead he was going behind my back. i don’t even know how many times, but it proves he was lying when he said it was a mistake.

i feel Jack’s hands settle on my back, trying to rub it and soothe me but i push them off and collect myself. i continue rushing around the room, packing my bag faster than before. zipping it up, i pull it off the bed and walk out of the room again, Jack trailing behind me once more.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he tells me, when i stop at the front door, slipping my shoes on. i grab my keys from the dish by the door and unclip the house key, setting it on the table.

“yeah, i am too.” i tell him, opening the door. “bye, Jack.”

i step out, shutting the door behind me, my tears blurring my vision as i head out of the apartment complex and to my car. i’m able to place my suitcase in my trunk and slip into the drivers seat before i breakdown again.

i don’t even know where to go. Jack was the only person i had here.

i pull out my phone, typing up a text to my boss and telling her there’s been an emergency and i’ll be using my built up two months of paid time off, before scrolling in my contacts and typing on the name of the only person i can think of right now. i put the phone up to my ear, listening to it ring for a few minutes before they pick up.

“hello?”

“Quinn.” i don’t manage to get another word out before i let out another sob.

“i’m booking you a plane ticket right now. it’s okay, y/n/n. it’ll be okay.”

[f9clementine]

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Chan, Hyunjin, and Jeongin walked in just in time to see Minho angrily throw his phone across the room.

"What the fuck is happening?" He groaned, running both hands through his hair as he stood up, beginning to pace through the main room.

"What's going on?" Innie asked as Chan picked up the thrown phone, scrolling through the text messages with a scowl on his face.

"Is this Y/n's ex roommate?" He asked before holding it out to Changbin.

Changbin read the messages, his frown getting deeper with every message. "No," he finally said, shaking his head and putting the phone down. "She had awful grammar."

"She could've been faking it?" Hyunjin offered.

"No, they said 'what I paid for.'" Minho interjected, suddenly turning and yanking a drawer in the tv stand open. "It's not her last roommate." He began to go through it, throwing things around the in the now messy apartment.

"It could be an unregistered coven..." Chan mumbled. "It would explain how they're sending our tracking spells into literal circles and the opening spell on the door that night."

It was Jeongin's turn to groan, watching as Minho began to move to other drawers, digging through them. "So what're we going to do?"

"We find this amulet and give it to them." Minho instantly shot back.

"Should we go to the higher ups though?" Hyunjin suggested.

"Don't have time for that." Minho shook his head and stood up to his full height, looking around the room for anything he might not have gone through yet.

"But if it comes out that we gave an unregistered coven a stolen powerful amulet, we'll be in big trouble." Jeongin moaned.

"Then go. I'll do it all myself so you guys won't be involved."

Chan sighed and reached out, grabbing Minho by the arm as he want to go angrily push past the coven leader. "We're not leaving you to do this alone. Let's just find this amulet and we'll go from there on how to get Y/n back."

Minho stopped and stared at Chan for a minute, unblinking before he finally sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for. We understand." Chan gave him a small smile before releasing him. "Let's think about this. You've basically torn up every square inch of the apartment so far so the amulet has to be hidden really well."

"Minho, you're the one who's been affected the most by the amulet. You said when you're here, you can control when you shift. But the other night, you said you no control over it, right?" Jeongin asked, leaning over the back of the couch. Minho nodded. "Where were you standing?"

"He was standing by the door." Changbin offered, pointing out the spot he had seen Minho change into a cat.

"So, assuming the amulet has a certain perimeter it can affect, that spot might be the edge of it's effect." Jeongin thought aloud.

"So, what, we have Minho walk around the apartment to see how big the perimeter is, then use that to figure out where the amulet is?" Hyunjin asked, climbing on to the couch next to Innie.

"But that would take forever. We only have until midnight." Changbin protested.

Minho was quiet, his brow furrowed as he thought about it.

"And plus, what if it extends into other apartments? I doubt it'll just be the exact square footage of Y/n's place." Changbin continued and shook his head. "There's too many variables and not enough time for that."

"No." Minho finally spoke up, shaking his head. "No, I know where it is." He suddenly took off, heading down the hallway where the two bedrooms were.

Everyone else exchanged glances before following him, expecting him to veer into the room that had been the ex roommate's but instead opened the door to Y/n's room.

"Here?" Chan asked, standing just before the threshold of the room, glancing around nervously.

"Y/n found out about me because I had shifted in my sleep." Minho began to explain as he grabbed the sheets on top of the bed, throwing them to the floor. "I had jumped into bed with her-" ("You did WHAT?" Changbin sputtered as Hyunjin shushed him.) "as a cat."

"Any other time I went from cat to person, I had to think about it. But not then." Minho continued as Chan finally entered the room, nodding to the now bare mattress. The two lifted it up, leaving just the bed frame. "I woke up normal."

"Take this out the room." Chan told Hyunjin and Jeongin, who both nodded before taking the mattress, maneuvering it out of their way.

"So you think it's in her room?" Changbin asked, moving to the side as the two youngest moved into the hallway, carrying the furniture between them.

"I think it's under her bed." Together, Minho and Chan lifted the bed frame, turning it over but saw nothing on the bottom. It took everything in Minho not to react, frustrated that he hit another wall.

"Ah, here, look at this." Changbin's voice surprised him as the younger man walked over between the two of them, pointing out a scratch in the hardwood floor. He sank to the floor then began digging his nails in the spaces in between the panels.

By this time, Hyunjin and Jeongin had come back, joining Minho and Chan in watching as Changbin tried the panels, eventually coming to one that was loose.

"Here," Chan crouched next to him, the two slowly lifting the wood panel up, exposing a gap under the floor.

The group was silent as Chan reached forward, lifting a small velvet bag covered in dust. He wordlessly opened it, upending it so a marble sized red stone on a gold chain tumbled out, landing perfectly in his palm. Looping the chain on a finger, he let the stone dangle in the air. It caught the light from the lamp, projecting a black whirling design around the room.

"Found it."

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[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 10-- Lover/Midnight

You try your best to stifle a yawn as you scroll through the messenger for what has to be the sixth time in the past half-hour. There isn't much to do at Magenta; you've been here for nearly a week, and you've already finished the book that you brought. Had you known that the library would be functionally empty (there are indeed books there, but most of have been redacted to the point that they border on unreadable) you likely would have sacrificed a little bit of packing space in your bag to bring at least a second volume. After all, you have yet to wear any of the clothes that you packed— when you arrived, Ray furnished you with a brand-new wardrobe, a seamless blend of your tastes and his of much greater quality than anything that you could have bought from home. In retrospect, this should have been a pretty good indication that you were not actually at a video game company, but there’s something about Ray that has always made you trust him, even against your better judgment.

You glance at your phone: it’s 12:01am. Ray should be here soon, you assure yourself, though you have no way of knowing either way. Sometimes, when he says he'll visit you in the evening, he's here at eight o'clock. Other times, he doesn't make it to your room until very late at night. You don't care much when he arrives, as long as you get to see him eventually— you enjoy spending time with Ray, and not just because there isn't much else of substance to do around here. Before you can glance at your phone again (not that you would be able to glean much new information that way) a resounding knock comes at your door. “Come in,” you call. Nobody but Ray would be here at this hour, after all.

“I'm so sorry I'm late,” Ray begins falling all over himself before he's even closed the door. “I got so caught up in my work, and—”

“Ray, it's alright,” you assure him, rushing over to grip his gloved hands in yours. “I know you're really busy. Thanks for making time to see me.”

He offers you a sheepish little smile that melts your heart. There's something about Ray that catches you off guard and makes you swoon when you least expect it. “I couldn't stop thinking about you, even while I was finishing my task. I never stop thinking about you, my MC,” he confesses, absently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “I came as soon as I could.”

“I'm glad,” you beam at him, “I missed you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either.”

Sometimes, when the two of you are alone, the air is heavy with the words unsaid— it's strange, you think, because Ray seems like such a bold and forward person. After all, he wasted no time in letting you know that he would like you to stay by his side forever, and you've overheard him addressing the other residents of this place in a stern tone, especially where your safety and happiness are concerned. But, then, he seems afraid to tell you whatever it is that's really on his mind... though you suppose you can’t hold that against him. You are equally repressed, equally nervous about naming your feelings. You've known Ray for only a few days, and yet…

“I missed you, too,” Ray breathes, still holding onto your hands. You never want to let go of him for as long as you live. “MC…”

“I'm worried about you,” you admit gently, leading Ray to sit down on the edge of your bed. You figure that you could both use at least a little bit of rest. “I know you've got a lot on your plate right now... is there anything I can do to make it easier for you?” At the end of the day, you want to be able to look out for him just how he's been looking out for you, even if that means staying up until midnight to greet him after he's finished with his work. 

“You're doing more than enough for me just by being here,” Ray informs you smoothly, still rubbing soft circles on the back of your hand. “All you need to do is keep talking to the RFA, and I’ll be happy.”

You have mixed feelings about these instructions— how could you not have mixed feelings about manipulating a group of strangers to achieve an end that no one will explain to you?— but ultimately, you trust Ray's judgment. If he tells you that this is the right thing to do, then you're more than happy to go along with it. “Of course, Ray. Anything for you.”

He gives you that sweet, bashful smile again. You wonder if he has any idea what that expression does to your heartstrings, whether he’s intentionally tugging on them or merely doing so without thinking. “You're so kind to me,” he muses, his voice as smooth as ever, regardless of his obviously flustered state. “How did I get so lucky?”

“That's funny,” you can’t help but break out into a grin. “I've been asking myself the same question since the moment we met.” After all, there's something about Ray that has made it very easy for you to fall in love with him.

[filmophilea]

the different stages of song writing from one falling chair to the other › ej & elena.

the page is bare except for the title on the top left corner, ‘there are monsters in my closet.’ slender digits fidget with the pen, cap dislodged as he carefully swirls it between the back of his thumb and index. the piece of paper is so blank and depressing that it’s screaming back at him in despair but he thinks to himself, this isn't too bad. the deadline is, what, in a day? totally doable.

so he proceeds to wait until the last possible minute before starting and the next thing he knows he’s couped in a hotel room somewhere in tokyo, a show to catch in eight hours, sleep to bank on for at least three and an album draft that he’s got absolutely nothing on.

he doesn’t sit himself down, even though he really should. instead he makes a run for the lawson’s a block away because he needs all the sustenance he can get as he sources his folders on his phone that somehow contains 243 unread articles.

53:41 length youtube documentary from 2008.

safari? maybe so, inspiration could be sitting somewhere in the 103 tabs open.

the elevator door dings, opens wide and he slips inside, eyes constricting at the brightness of his screen.

click, scroll, click, tap, tap, boom. brightness fixed. there are monsters in my closet. cool, cool, cool, he’s got this.

six words, twenty-six letters. he thinks to the speed writing song seminar he just attended, thinks on the 80/20 rule and lets his thoughts wander as he aimlessly makes his way out of the elevator. the doorman greets him and ej salutes because why not?

then he thinks of coffee. it's technically my first coffee of the day because it's past midnight, he thinks as he ponders over hot or iced, decaf or caffeinated. he thinks hard over something that should be an easy decision but alas there’s a preschool that he passes by and he stops in the middle, stealing references from their educational and promotional posters. his japanese is basic at its best but he can read pretty well.

leave the lights on. the stars don’t want to sleep until it’s time. good night.

click, scroll, click, tap, tap. an email chain is sent to his creative director and fellow producer, 4:13am: is being a dumb fuck a valid reason for an extension? he snorts and think of the title funny as he tries to configure how to set the font in times new roman, size 12, double spaced. how the fuck do you do this on the phone?

he breezes through the entrance of lawson and makes his way to the refreshments aisle where several tables are conveniently set adjacent to. he purses his lips and pulls a stool to sit on, picking up on the original task. writing the set list? the email? no yeah no, the archives you dumbfuck.

he sorts through a few drafts he actually likes. more than a few, there’s actually quite a lot of it and who knew being in a 24-7 convenient store would give all the motivation? an hour passes and the only thing he can think of is did i just plagiarize an original work of mine? fuck it, we ball, and then hits submit. it’s quarter to six now and he knows this because his alarm jolts him awake just as a figure crouches over the aisle right across, a small section allotted animals. food and toys and a few other knick knacks that puts any pet store’s decor to shame because theirs is actually pretty well made. he stares at ground and tries to find his way back to his own business when he sees the kuromi tattoo on the ankle. he takes a second glance at her profile, a loud gasp bubbling from his lips.

“oh shit, elena?!” he hurriedly stands in excitement so quickly that he stumbles over his own footing, knocking over several stools on top of the other like a domino effect. the staff behind the counter begins to shuffle towards the rare commotion and he quickly grabs her by the arm, tossing one over her shoulder and ushering her towards the exit.

he thinks he hears laughter from her but he could be hallucinating. and wow is that the sun? it’s morning time?

and when she tells him what a coincidence it is that they’re both in town at the same and she asks him how he’s been, he tells her, “i think understand my next album a lot less now. how about you?”

[leaahhh]

two tuesdays ago i traversed uptown to get my left ear cut open. back in october, i had impulsively gotten a new earring while i was pitifully sad during a morning walk. “to feel something,” i’d sighed to friends, who mostly rolled their eyes. 

it never stopped hurting. helix piercings are notorious for taking longer to heal, but mine remained extra stubborn, consistently tender to the touch and annoyingly easily irritated. i winced every time i slept on it (i knew there would always be at the very least a dull ache and willingly went forward with it anyway, even as a side sleeper). on new year’s eve it started showing signs of infection. the back of my ear swelled up to an alarming size, hot and beet red and bulbous. just a handful of hours later – 11:53pm, minutes before the clock struck midnight and the year turned over – i used my phone to take a photo and saw that the skin had completely closed over the jewelry, backing and all.

the pain numbed almost instantly. my body had swallowed this foreign object in defiance, embedding it into my cartilage, threatening to remain in my bones.

i flew back to new york and spent a week mindlessly tugging at it, aware i should probably get it looked at but not bothered enough to feel much of an urgency at all. it wasn’t until my roommate, who i flippantly told the story to one afternoon, shone a flashlight onto the back of my ear and insisted it was genuinely concerning. she said she was coming with me to urgent care that weekend.

at urgent care i was referred to an ENT up at columbus circle for an emergency appointment. as i sat in the waiting room, i scrolled tiktok with the sound off (my new preferred way of interacting with that app, until i delete it entirely). i saw a video about an old song exploder podcast episode featuring phoebe bridgers and marshall vore diving deep on “scott street” from 2017’s ‘stranger in the alps,’ which i’ve long considered a truly Perfect Song. it was my favorite for months after it dropped and has remained highly important to me for the past half decade. i’d listened to that podcast when it came out, but by now had forgotten nearly everything that was said. i reminded myself to give it another listen on my trip home.

minutes later, a plastic surgeon examined my fucked up ear and confirmed that my version of what happened was true. he numbed it up, handed me some odd vibrating device that was supposed to help “distract my brain from the pain.” still, it was excruciating. i heard him make the incision then use a variation of sharp metal tools to dig out the jewelry. grating, like nails on a chalkboard. when it was out, i shyly asked if i could keep it; he handed it back to me in a tiny manila folder.

“you probably shouldn’t get it pierced in that same spot again,” he said.

i turned on the “scott street” podcast as i left the surgeon’s office, hearing marshall and phoebe break down the track. marshall spoke of a previous relationship that inspired the lyrics.

“this person did love me, but they were also working against me," he explained. "i wonder if they’re ashamed of that, and i wonder if they’ve grown up.” 

“it’s so sad and weird to play catch up with someone who was so intimately involved in your life for so long,” phoebe added. 

at the conclusion of the episode, “scott street” played in its entirety as i walked through the passageway from the E to the G at court square. i closed my eyes, hands in my pockets drumming along to the familiar series of bells and train horns, ear bandaged and shot up with lidocaine. i considered friendship, shame, forgiveness, and my penchant for purposely reopening wounds while the outro of the song repeated over and over again: “anyway, don’t be a stranger.”

maybe you've caught onto the fact that this story isn't about an earring.

in an unrelated moment of desperation last fall, i’d posted a zoomed-in selfie on my close friends instagram story with a massive text block overriding it, reading: “CAN SOMEONE CONFIRM IF TIME REALLY HEALS?” several people responded with casual optimism (and probably exasperation towards my visible months-long spiral), but adam’s response stood out:

“it just lives in you differently.”

EDIT: walked past the shop i got my piercing at today; this sign sat outside:

[ariondevereux]

do u have a fave if oc x ro pairing?

yesss i have a few <3 and these are my current favs so idk they might change next week or smth djdndk

rylan x parker (midnight hours)

i said it before but they’re each other’s biggest adventure and safe place. parker finds the thrill that she craves for in life in rylan and rylan finds a home in parker. and the idea of rylan being her former bounty makes her feel a little rebellious and as professional as she may be, she likes it lmfao

kaidan x lira (golden)

ok maybe it’s the silly songwriter in me but the good lord knows what i would do to have a pretty and flirty but sweet boyfriend i can sing and write songs with. i love lira but that should be me holding kaidan’s hand… that should be me making him laugh… that should be me, this is so sad… that should be me feeling kaidan’s kiss… that should be me buying him gifts…

anyways one of my favorite things about them is how low maintenance their relationship is. like they can just sit in silence and still feel comfortable in each other’s presence. lira’s not the chattiest but kaidan doesn’t really mind. like they’ll just share earphones and listen to some music — deep in-love-but-in-denial pre-relationship stage, lira acts all sneaky and pretends she’s scrolling through her phone to look for a random playlist she and kaidan can listen to but really she’s looking for the playlist she made with songs that remind her of him

phoenix x maya (golden)

they’re one of my comfort pairings <3 i love how their relationship is built on trust, patience, vulnerability, acceptance and love. like they really just go through all these stages to heal but not in an “i’ll fix you” or “you complete me” kind of way. but them having similar pasts and maya seeing how that didn’t stop phoenix from letting people in definitely helped her slowly let her guard down. so yeah she looks at phoenix like “you showed me it’s okay to love so here i am loving you”

shay x bianca (merry crisis)

bianca’s mom is that asian parent that thinks there are “real” jobs but also wants bianca to excel in like. every aspect of her life. she doesn’t always have the nicest things to say about bianca’s career path then add shay into the picture, the very neighbor her mom isn’t keen about but she’s intrigued by…. and i also don’t think mrs. chan’s gonna be ecstatic when bianca tells her shay’s a musician. so basically my girl just flew back to sg to disappoint her mom. shay is a good guy though and he’s a whole cutie <3

toni x auggie (arcadia city)

ac has no demo yet so uhhh my hcs may be ooc for toni but this pairing makes me go feral unfgdh the pining. the “so close yet so far”. toni alone makes me go feral i will not apologize for the freak i will become when we finally have him <33 but anyways they have a chill relationship and they prefer at-home dates where auggie can cook a simple meal and they have dinner on the fire escape like always. also, auggie loves doing puzzles. it’s her favorite pastime so like sometimes toni is sat quietly in the living room with her that she thinks he’s probably engrossed in one of his poetry books until he picks up a piece and go “try this”

[erwinsvow]

❀˖° part four of rafe and shy reader ❀˖°

rafe likes to tell you what to do, and you like to listen.

it’s been this way since the two of you started dating, ever since he finally got you to stop worrying about what everyone says and thinks. it wasn’t easy but he thinks he’s got you in a good place—you’ve always been compliant and you take rafe’s word like it’s the law, but more than that, he thinks you like it. he knows you like it.

you’re perched on his bed, legs draped over rafe’s while you lean against his pillows. you’ve been at tannyhill for the last two or three days—you’ve lost track—because rafe told you to sleepover, that no one at his house would mind and your parents would think you’re just with friends. it’d taken a little bit convincing, but you’d agreed in the end, spending your days and nights in rafe’s clothes and cherishing how your pink toothbrush looked next to his blue one. 

“they’re going to the beach tonight,” you comment, scrolling through the text messages from your friends who haven’t see you in what feels like forever. “should we go? i think it’ll be fun.”

“i got work to do, kid.” rafe doesn’t even look up from his screen..

“how about just for a little? we can just say hi-”

“i said no already.” you turn away a little, withdrawing into yourself. you wouldn’t have asked if you thought it would make him mad.

the minutes pass by, and it’s not until he finishes whatever’s on his screen that he looks up to see your sulky face buried in your book, phone tossed aside, that he realizes he did something wrong.

he thinks maybe he shouldn’t have shot you down so quickly—it’d taken a while for you to even gain the nerve to ask him things like that, instead of just staying silent until he poked and prodded it out of you. 

“hey. hey.” rafe says, hand squeezing around your waist. you lower your book to look at him, and he catches a glimpse of watery eyes before you lift the book back up. he grabs it from your hand before you can react, holding your wrists in place as the book gets cast away to the floor. “didn’t mean it like that. m’just busy today, that’s all. how about we get something sweet after dinner? keep you occupied until i finish.”

you eye him suspiciously for a second, before softening up. 

“okay,” you agree hesitantly. he reaches over you to grab your book from the floor, placing it on your lap.“you made me lose my page, rafe!”

you’re funny, rafe thinks, how you seem more upset about the book than his earlier words.

the next few times it resolves itself—he tries to be gentler with his words, but even when he’s not, you’re starting to understand he doesn’t always mean what he says. at least, he thought you were.

that morning, he’d left you in his bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead when you tried to grab his hand and make him stay. you were half-asleep, and you probably didn’t even hear him say goodbye. at least he thought you didn’t.

rafe didn’t mean to spend so long at barry’s, the time just got away from him in the afternoon. and then topper blew up his phone with some crap, kelce told him to bring some product from barry’s to the houseparty that evening. in the haze, your message asking where he was got ignored.

rafe walks into his bedroom at quarter past midnight. he thinks he should call you, but he’s sure you’re asleep by now. that’s why he’s surprised to see you waiting on his bed, flipping through your book.

“jesus, kid-” he stops in place, taking you in. you look like you always do, wearing his shirt and playing with your hair, looking up at him with big eyes. “what’re you still doin’ up?”

“you told me to wait for you.” you set your book aside, hands folding in your lap. your eyes get watery, but you try to hide it, looking away and blinking fast.

“no, i didn’t. thought you’d be back home tonight.”

“this morning, you said to wait for you until you came back. remember?” he runs a hand through his hand, trying to recall. rafe crouches down to where your legs are hanging off the bed, holding your knees.

“i didn’t mean it like that, baby. you were asleep. didn’t think you heard me.”

“but i did.” you start crying, and you’re so mad at yourself—you always start crying around rafe. you hate it. you move to wipe away the tears but rafe beats you to it.

“okay, okay. m’sorry. m’here now, alright?”

“but it’s not okay-” your voice cracks in a sob.

“what’s not okay?” rafe is just confused—normally you’re much more compliant once you’re reassured he’s not upset with you. 

“y-you didn’t even reply to my text all day.” 

“i didn’t see it, kid. why didn’t you call me?”

“i didn’t wanna b-bother you.” you start weeping, tears collecting on the shirt of his that you’re wearing.

“well, just bother me. i’ll always answer you.”

“is this a g-game to you?” you question, standing and suddenly feeling defensive and hopelessly upset. you don’t know where you find the confidence to ask a question like that, you just feel like everything’s crashing down around you.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“did you just-just wanna see if i’ll do whatever you say? because i-i don’t deserve that, i deserve something real-” rafe moves quickly, holding your face in his hands, not tightly, just firmly

“this is fuckin’ real. you think i apologize to fuckin’ anybody?” you shake your head.

“i’m scared, rafe.” it comes out softly, a whisper in his quiet room. “i’ve been yours since you drove me home that day.”

“kid, i’ve been yours since i first laid eyes on you.” you melt, resting your head against his chest, getting the rest of your tears out while he holds your shaky body. “and if you’re scared, fuckin’ tell me first.”

“okay…i will. sor-” he grips your cheeks tight, stopping your words.

“i told you to stop apologizin’.” you nod. “now get into bed. it’s too fuckin’ late for you to be up.”

[kittybug99]

tiktok has ruined facebook for me. they always get me with those stupid reels now and every time I got to check to see if my friends/loved ones have posted anything that I want to see I get sucked in by those stupid videos. I'm always like, oh I'll just watch this one that looks silly and cute and then I keep clicking and I realize I've been watching for an hour. SO i say "oh i should stop after this next one" and then I don't and then it's been 2 hours and now I need to start thinking about what to eat for lunch and don't have time to sit down and focus on homework anymore. and then after lunch i start working on homework and then I'm like, oh i just sat down, let me check facebook real quick just catch up if anythings happened. and facebook has gotten very insidious about ads as well these days, i have to scroll through like 10 different ads just to see a single post from someone I actually know/follow on facebook. and of course I will end up scrolling past those stupid reels and click on one. I tried to train myself out of it. I tried to train myself to click on one and then immediately close it. It didn't work. Anyway, i remember during the 2020 election I got paid to participate in a survey that required me to not use facebook for 4 months. and I think that that was like, the happiest I'd been. I mean, I would have my partner check my page to make sure that no one tagged me in anything I should see (family photos, pics of my nibling, important family updates, etc)

anyway, short story long I installed an extension (limit, i think) that will limit you to a preset number of minutes for any website and it has some set in right away like facebook, reddit, etc. the issue with this is that it's wayyyy to easy for me to turn off. Also the presets were un-deletable. and it considered literally anything that wasn't google itself to be a distraction (even Canvas... the school app). so the best I could do was set the limit really high for every website that wasn't a distraction. this failed because all too often i would say "oh i deserve a lil break" and disable to extension to check facebook for "just 5 min" which would immediately turn into 4 hours of reels.

I realize that I should probably state that I deleted facebook from my phone like 2 years ago because this was an issue on my phone. Like I would open my phone and immediately go to facebook, so i deleted it from my phone and from thence forward facebook was exclusively a computer experience.

Anyway, I've looked into countless ways to disable reels from facebook, but every blog claiming solutions says that reels don't exist on desktop mode, so just delete facebook from the phone and only use facebook on your computer. yeah I already did that buddy. years ago. but reels in fact do exist on desktop mode. anyway, i installed a new extension that just fully blocks facebook completely between hours that I set (1am-midnight), and I didn't look into how to change the hours or disable it.

I didn't realize how much of my facebook checking was just muscle memory. every time i even slightly lose focus on my homework i just open a tab and type "f" without thinking

now i get a little blank screen that says "facebook is disabled between the hours of 1-24, which snaps me out of it, and I can usually re-focus pretty quickly.

Anyway, everyone on this planet who has been subjected to whatever dystopian media thing we have going on has had their attention span stolen from them and we deserve better

[marooosa]

Hate You, Want You

A/N: I wrote this super impulsively and did Not proofread it, so please disregard spelling and grammatical errors. Enjoy! 

Prompt: college! Austin and Y/N can’t stand each other, especially when they are paired together for a music composition project.

Warnings: Smut, being a Music Major lol

It was nearly midnight. You were exhausted from the day’s classes and your late shift at work. You loved your job, the tips and pay were incredible for what you do, but it’s hard to not feel worn out when three of your coworker’s called in sick and your manager spent the evening working on the “schedule” in his office, leaving you alone on the floor. 

Checking your course pages, you find an announcement in your Theory class: 

Hello all,  

Sorry to bother so late, I just finished grading last weeks’ work! Tomorrow’s class we will begin our Partner Composition project. Please take a look at the requirements in the Syllabus, but we will also review my expectations and I will be happy to answer your questions in class tomorrow. I’ve already assigned partners, so please take a look at the list below!

P.S. I’ve also attached your phone numbers so you can easily contact one another, because who actually checks their email? 

See you tomorrow! 

You keep reading, scrolling further down the page to search for your name. You had a few friends in your class, so you hoped to be paired with one of them. The class was engaging and fun, but you dreaded going each week because of-

Austin Butler and Y/N Y/L/N

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you groan, hands covering your face. You’re a friendly person, you enjoy helping people out and love to be friendly with nearly everyone, but that friendliness dies with Austin fucking Butler. 

It started when he transferred into your program during your third year. Being punctual, you were the first person sitting in your class. It was a normal day, you were responding to emails when, quite literally, the most beautiful man you have ever seen strolled in through the door. He was dressed casually, but something about those dirty blonde curls paired with piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw had your mouth gaping, and that combination was simply too much to handle at 9:03 AM on a Tuesday. 

You didn’t even realize how long you had stared at the time until he cleared his throat, “You know, you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

You didn’t even respond, feeling too embarrassed that he had caught you staring. Your cheeks had burned red for the rest of that class, and your embarrassment swelled each time you both caught each other’s eye.  

Since that first moment, it seemed like he does everything in his power to make a fool out of you. Always correcting your answers when you participate, disagreeing with literally every discussion board you post and making sure to let you know that you’re an idiot, and staring at you so intensely during last semester’s recital that you could feel his eyes burning into you, causing you to shake like a leaf (even though you had performed countless times in the past and weren’t even performing challenging repertoire) and almost miss a beat. 

He just bothered you, he’s too pretty to be that much of an asshole. But God, he is pretty. It’s frustrating really, to waste such a perfect face and a gorgeous body on such an insufferable person. 

You slump even further into your hands, truly considering transferring because of a two-week project. Your phone chimes, jolting you up for you to see a text from an unknown number: 

     +1 *** *** ****

     Hey partner, aren’t you so excited for tomorrow?

Checking the page, you see that the number is attached to the man you can’t stand. Although your mind tells you not to, you find yourself writing him back,

     Oh yeah, I really can’t Wait to be forced around you for 2 weeks, 

Thinking you should add something else to get under his skin, you continue: 

     why’d you ask? can’t stop thinking about me? 

You decide to get dressed for bed while you wait for his reply, washing off the day’s makeup and changing into pajamas. While brushing your teeth your phone lights up: 

     Mhm. You know I can’t, maybe I’ll even dream of you tonight.

‘He’s such a dick’, you think, cheeks warm for no reason. Leaving him on open, you slide into your bed, reaching to grab your charger when he double-texts:

     I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you? 

Face much hotter now and heart beating far too fast to just be curled up in bed, you respond boldly for the final time before turning your phone off for the night,

     maybe I would

     why don’t you find out? 

Closing your eyes and exhaling deeply, you find yourself drifting off to sleep, trying and ultimately failing to keep your mind off of Austin…

His left hand is splayed across your hips, pinning you down to the bed, your bed. Meanwhile his right hand is keeping your legs open, head buried between your thighs. Your fingers are buried in his hair, effectively holding him down. 

He’s making these sinful noises, lips attached to your clit, tongue lapping at it in circles. 

“H-Holy fuck, Austin, oh my god,” you whine, hips trying to move from the overwhelming sensation. 

You’ve come once already, but Austin is determined to get you off again, his tongue slides down your slit, pushing inside of you so perfectly. He moves up and down for a moment before finding home back on your most sensitive part, two fingers sliding into you to replace his tongue. 

His fingers are moving at lightning speed, curling into the way he knows will make you fall apart. The sounds in the room are obscene, your whining, his low moans, the squelch of his fingers.. 

His lips pull off of you for a moment, “You taste so goddamn good, can’t get enough of you,” 

You’re close, that ball in your stomach growing bigger and bigger, 

“Could stay here forever, make you cum all day if you’d let me. Get you off however you want.. with my tongue, my fingers, my cock,” He flicks his tongue quickly around your clit now, fingers pumping in and out of you. You’re so close, nearing the edge, not being able to hold back any longer, 

“Come on, baby, want this pussy to cum all over my face,” 

And with that, you’re coming so hard you can’t even see, can’t even hear, and everything turns white…. 

You wake up suddenly, the sun too high in the sky for your liking. 

‘Shit shit shit’ you think, ‘I’m late!’ 

Pt. 2? Thank you for reading! 

[ughsimpp]

Unexpected Call

wc: 2.5k

genre: smut

paring: jongho x f!reader

disclaimer: idolxfan story, flirty jongho, dirty talking, phone sex, facetime call, soft!dom jongho,

[ DO NOT REPOST!!! ]

honestly not my best work 🙃🙃🙃

masterlist

you never been to a fansign before and today was the day to change that. it was your chance to see choi jongho, your ult. bias. of course you loved all 8 members but jongho was your favorite. he was different and kinda stood out a lot to you. the way his voice hits differently and how passionate he can be about his job, how he cared a lot about his members and fans. let’s not forgot how fine he can be.

jongho was the last member to meet down the row. you brushed your hair to the side and handed him a little gift that you prepared for all the members but for jongho you secretly wrote your number in the letter as a joke and didn’t think much of it. jongho looked through the gift and was happy and thankful that you got him something, even if the gift was something small, he still appreciated it. he read through the letter and smiled. a little smirk crept on his lips.

“you know, you should never give your number away like that.”

“i’m not worried about that.”

“really? you know, I am a man...what if I call you randomly at the night?”

“then we’ll have to see what happens then.”

“no promises beautiful.”

jongho calling you ‘beautiful’ caught you off guard. you blushed and looked away as he let out a cute giggle. soon your turn was over, you waved goodbye to and left the stage. the fansign went on for another hour as the group said their goodbyes and waved to the crowd. you look at jongho and waved happily as you were happy to meet him in person. he made eye contact with you an winked at you. your inner fan girl freaked out as he gave you a wink.

you headed home after picking up dinner from a nearby shop. you finished dinner and got ready for bed. you scroll through your twitter feed and saw many pictures from the fansign and of course you saved all of them to your phone. it was past midnight as you were just about sleep until you received a phone call. you wondered who would be calling you this late at night. you hesitated to pick up since it was an unknown number.

“hello?”

“hi, y/n?”

you immediately knew who that angelic voice belonged to. you began to freak out and honestly couldn’t believe that he actually called you. you did say that it was just a joke and expect him to take it seriously.

“j-jongho? is this really you?”

“mhm it is me.”

“oh my gosh...I-i wasn’t expecting you to actually call me...”

“yea well I did say no promises.”

your heart couldn’t stop thumping as you had nothing else to speak out on, you were still flustered and shock that you were actually on the phone with the Choi Jongho.

“so why did you call me?”

“I’m gonna be honest and say that after you left, I couldn’t stop think about you. At first, it was just going to another fansign and meet our fans but you, you stood out differently. you brought a brighter smile to my face and you made my eyes spark up with your smile, that sense of humor, your laugh, and just how beautiful you are. everything about you was perfect and I knew I had to talk to you again.”

“I’m flattered Jongho but are you not tried? I mean i’m pretty sure you had a busy schedule before the fan sign.”

“never tried when I’m speaking to a beautiful girl like you.”

that was the 3rd time he called you ‘beautiful’. you’re heart couldn’t stop beating so fast that you had to take a breather. you knew that Jongho can be a smooth talker but when it’s actually happening to you, damn, it made you feel butterflies.

you and Jongho continued talking for hours and hours that caused you both to fall asleep on each other. waking up around 6am due to having morning classes you looked a your phone and saw that both of you never hanged up. you smiled and decided to end the call on your end after whispering ’good morning Jongho’, hoping that he was asleep still and that he didn’t actually hear that.

you felt like you gotten to know Jongho a bit more than what he normally shows through tv shows and interviews. he’s seriously the sweetest man you ever talked to that was opened minded and truly spoke as himself.

you got ready for class as you drove around the campus grounds to find a parking spot. making it 4 mins til class starts, you sat by your friends and waited for your professor.

college is a pain but all the experiences you get to have of attending your dream school was never boring. throughout the whole day, your friends pointed out that you’ve seemed happier as if something good happened in your life. *which is true bc you talked on the phone with your bias but you’re not gonna tell them that* so you just lied to that you got a raise at work or something and they bought it.

after a long day, you headed home and rested. your feet were sore as well was your head from learning a lot of new materials in class. you made ramen and ate some side dishes you had leftover and watched some ateez videos. you never got bored from rewatching ateez old content.

suddenly your phone went off as you view the contact id that was calling you. it was Jongho. your mind went blank that he was calling you again. you took a breather and answered the call.

“hello?”

“hey, it’s me again.“

”mhm I can see that. so you’re calling me again?”

”yes because I enjoyed our conversation last night and I wanted to call you again if that’s okay.”

“of course it’s okay, I enjoy talking to you. not just because your my bias or anything but because talking to you makes me see on what kind of person you really are and it makes me feel i dunno, special...”

“special? well i’m happy your feel that way. kinda cute too.”

you immediately blushed at his comment, i mean who wouldn’t? luckily it was just on a voice call and not facetime or else he could see how flustered you were. you heard Jongho cleared his throat before speaking.

“y/n...I was wondering and only if you’re okay with this, but can we face time? I wanna see your face..”

your heart immediately dropped when he mentioned about facetiming each other. of course you wanted too but at the same time you didn’t. it was quiet since you didn’t give him an answer right away.

“ah sorry. never mind on what I said. let’s just talk about something-.”

“‘no, it’s fine....sorry I was just surprised that you wanted to facetime...but uhm we can if you’re still up for it...”

you said as you heard a light chuckle from Jongho.

“okay, I’ll call you in a bit here.”

he ended the call as you waited for him to call you through facetime. 4 mins later you saw your phone ring again. you quickly fixed yourself and tried to look decent as you waited for the 3rd ring to finally pick up. you answered as the screen only showed the ceiling.

“hello?”

in your head, you probably thought it was just a fake call and it wasn’t Jongho after all. you were about to end the call until the phone shifted and there you saw Jongho. He shot his cute gummy smile at you as you freaked out. He was so cute and good looking that you almost cursed.

“hi. you look just as cute when I first saw you.”

literally dying inside. he was wearing a simple plain white shirt and was barefaced. how much finer can this man get?

“ah and sorry, I was kicking out Yeosang and Wooyoung out the room so we can be alone at least.”

“haha it’s okay...”

you literally didn’t know what to say. maybe it was because you were facetiming this time than just hearing his voice on call. you thought about what to say and hoped that nothing too embarrassing will come out. you just sat there and looked at him as nothing came to mind.

“are you okay? you seemed nervous.”

“ah...well yes I am...it’s just, i can’t believe that we’re facetiming. you look good by the way...very handsome.”

“ah really? do you mean that?”

“of course I do!! I would never lie and say something I don’t mean.”

“mhm cute.”

you both laughed as he starred at you with an awe. you saw how he was looking at you and smiled at him. you set that phone on your table as you reached over to grab your water bottle. you didn’t noticed but your blanket slid down as it revealed what you were wearing. you wore a basic tank top with booty shorts. Jonghos eyes widen as he saw how you leaned forward which gave him a decent view of the girls.

“oh...y/n uhm...you.”

“mhm?”

you looked down and saw that your chest was exposed. you looked up and saw his cheeks began to turn pink. you gasped and quickly covered yourself with the blanket and covered your face from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry and I mean it!! So sorry, i-it was an accident and I didn’t know-.”

“y/n....it’s fine. No need to apologize, I...I liked it...”

your eyes widen that he said he ‘liked’ the view you gave him. you honestly didn’t know how to reply. you heard him laugh through the phone and looked at you.

“I know you weren’t trying to seduce me, it was just on accident of course....unless you were trying to. It worked.”

“sorry, really I didn’t mean to-wait what?”

“I’m just being honest. I mean you’re funny, cute and also pretty sexy too. So of course I would like it.”

his cheeks turned pink as he said that and tried to laugh it off.

“really? you think i’m sexy?”

“not just sexy! mhm let’s just say you’re what everyman wants.”

you laughed at how flustered he was. he covered his face with a nearby pillow and fell backwards.

“It’s okay though, I mean everyone is attracted to something of the opposite gender. and I know, my girls are pretty nice.”

you smirked and laughed. as you were slightly dying from making Jongho flustered, you didn’t noticed how he was starting at you. Jongho looked at you with a sly smirk.

“what about you? do you find anything attractive about me?”

you were taken back and laughed awkwardly.

“I uhhh, i find you very smart, kind and even though you have that tough look, you are a sweet person.”

he looked at you in an awe

“what else? tell me I’m kinda curious now. like physically."

"physically? you’re handsome of course. uhm I love your eyes, smile, how strong you are...your hands because they look pretty and your...thighs.."

you couldn't believe you mentioned his thighs. ugh you can die from embarrassment right there.

"you fine my thighs...attractive?"

Jongho began teasing you which made you even more flustered. you glanced at him once more and softly nodded.

"really? never thought I'll meet someone who find my thighs attractive."

he started laughing as he saw you look away.

"stop teasing...I didn't mean to blurt that out.'

"okay okay I'll stop for now, but you’re just so fun to tease.”

“I bet you said that you other girls before...”

“no actually, you’re the first.”

“I am?”

he nodded his head and smirked at you,

“what makes ‘teasing me’ so fun?”

“mhm, just way you get flustered over the smallest thing. it’s cute and i don’t know...it’s makes me wanna tease you more.”

“Jongho...”

“okay sorry, it’s just hard for me right because i really like you and-uh nevermind…”

“what? you can tell me.”

“no i can’t, or else you’re gonna see me differently and i don’t think it’s the right time yet.”

“you can tell me.”

it took him a while to finally say what was on his mind

“I wasn’t expecting to say this but fuck it, I would do anything right now to be next to you. to see you struggle underneath me and see that cute face of your up close, have you beg my name and tell me what you want and how you like it.”

at this point, something triggered inside you and Jongho to become lustful for one another. you wanted him, and he wanted you. the way Jongho was with his words and how he said them, made you feel something more than butterflies in your stomach.

“Jongho....can we?”

Jongho smirked happily, he knew what you meant and angled the phone in a better position as you were able to see all of him. you set your phone up better as you got in a comfortable position.

“tell me what you want.”

his voice got deeper as you felt chills go down your body. you slowly slid your hand down your shorts and began playing with yourself. soft moans escaped your mouth as you wish you had something better than your fingers.

“Jongho...I wish you were here to play with me..”

“oh yea? what would you want me to do?"

"I want you to play with me, tease me, touch me and fu-fuck me."

your moans gotten louder as you fastened your pace. you can hear Jongho soft groans through the phone as you saw him pumping his cock at a slow pace. you honestly never thought you would be doing this with him, but damn it was a beautiful sight. the angel of the phone showed his cock beautifully. you groped your breast as you felt your high come closer.

"oh mhm Jongho...I'm close.."

your voice hitched as you felt a tight feeling in your stomach.

"cum for me then, show me that pretty face of yours and cum for me."

your head was thrown back as you felt that sensation go through your body. soft moans escaped your mouth as you bit down you lip to not be so loud. you continue to touch yourself as you came down from your high.

you heard Jongho moan through the phone. his moans sounded so pretty that you began to feel wet again. you heard him softly say your name as his cum leaked from his tip, oozing over his hand.

“fuck...”

you smiled at him and positioned yourself closer to the phone. he smiled back and laughed.

“well this was an experience...”

“totally worth it though.”

you laughed at him as he cleaned himself up

“really?”

you nodded and looked at him, this time he had a slight afterglow on his face and definitely looked hotter.

“if we keep this up, I might end up at your place for real.”

you sat back and spread your legs for him to see.

“it better be soon then, I’ll be waiting.”

Jongho chuckled, he was slightly joking but what you did and said made him cock his brow. biting his bottom lip and looked at you lustfully.

“oh fuck...send me the address, I’ll be there in 5.”