#87 years later!!

[lettielowenstein]

― SETTING: honey bee tea, late afternoon ! ― AVAILABILITY: closed starter for damian escobedo ! ( @damianesco )

"What do like, normal people do for their thirtieth?" Lettie asked, the stress she placed on 'normal' making it clear she wouldn't have nudged herself into that category― not that she thought Damian wouldn't have understood what she meant. They'd been friends long enough now that she had the luxury of asking him moderately unhinged questions without earning a baffled look in return and that was as much a mark of a solid friendship as anything she'd ever had. She glanced up from where she'd been meticulously preparing the cup of tea in front of her and smiled― warmly enough to dimple one of her cheeks. "I'm serious, dude, I feel like I blacked out and suddenly I'm turning thirty in ten days and it feels..." she trailed off, biting back all of the words her mind offered: wrong, awful, strange― like I shouldn't have ended up here; she wouldn't delve into that when she was with someone, even if it only meant parsing through her own thoughts like an archaeologist unearthing heretofore undiscovered treasure. "Weird," she settled on finally. "What did you do for yours and am I allowed to steal the idea if it sounds cool?" She asked, a hint of teasing in her tone that was a testament to how comfortable she felt in Damian's presence.

[ratatatastic]

i think a lot about the time i was reading a book about a journalist gathering mundane accounts of peoples lives on december 28, 1986 and somehow hockey got mentioned and somehow sibney is also here because of course but like girl what are you doing here we are 300 pages deep into this what the hell man this technically fucking predates you why are you here

[psychic-waffles]

look i'd been warned about shoma changing the entire second half of his jumps on the fly, but also i was not prepared to actually see the reality of that, absolutely bonkers

[aberooski]

Hearing character's voices when I write really helps curb the "he wouldn’t fucking say that" problem.

[scortchedtoast]

I'm gonna self publish my book

[magnesiumxp]

k going back to sleep again zzzzzzz (its 3 pm) lalalala

[mike-wachowski]

hi! i was watching inception and remembered your sg inception au. so, may i ask, who did you plan on being which character (kara as cobb, alex as arthur, etc)?

anon im pressing a kiss (platonic) ever so gently to your forehead

one of the reasons i stopped writing/thinking about/entertaining the inception au was because i was running myself in circles trying to translate the sg characters into roles for movie. i had a lot of them pretty set in stone (kara as cobb and alex as arthur like you mentioned) and there were a few others:

Lucy as Eames: i felt like lucy's jack of all trades kind of savvyness made her a good Eames, plus it would allow for some fun banter with her kara and alex. i loved lucy in s1 and i try and shoehorn her into anything i can lol

Brainy as Yusuf: this feels like a kind of obvious one ? Yusuf is a genius, the biohacker of the group, the inventor, and hes a little bit antisocial. very brainycoded

Mon-El as Mal: i really wanted to play off of Kara's self sacrificing, depressed nature following her sending mon el away in season 3 (?) and he works perfectly as Mal !! Kara's jaded ex lover who haunts her stands in the way of both her mission and her new budding romance.

Andrea as Fisher: this one also felt pretty natural to me ! i think there was a plot point early with andrea where she had some kind of beef with her dad? or shes taking over her father's company? either way it feels like andrea is the natural mark in this au since all the other rich people are occupied

other than that i had j’onn set as Professor Miles which felt like a good place for him as kinda the overarching father figure of the film lol. 

[infernal-feminae-archived]

Buckle Up I Made My Own Drawing Meme

@baymaxmuses​ said:  📌 Darcy... bunny tho because... well... >:3c

… 📌 in their work clothes!

I hope you meant for that one specific AU we talked about that one time. Or else I would have drawn Rabbit Sinner!Darcy in a playboy bunny suit for nothing XD jk I would have drawn it anyway

[elprupneerg]

I’ve officially survived* another trip to visit my relatives in Iowa!

*survived does not mean “unscathed”. If you can avoid spending 8 hours in a car in one day I highly recommend it

[rockfact]

kinning almost every instance of a character in a franchise is so confusing

[evermore-grimoire]

The Evermore Grimoire: Dragons

Meleys called the Red Queen, was a she-dragon ridden by Princess Alyssa Targaryen and later Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. She had scarlet scales and pink membranes on her wings, for which she received her alias, the Red Queen. Her crest, horns, and claws were bright as copper. The dragon was described as "splendid" and "magnificent". In 75 AC, Meleys was considered to be one of the swiftest dragons in Westeros, easily outpacing Caraxes and Vhagar. She resided in the Dragonpit in King's Landing, never ridden before. That year, the newly married Princess Alyssa Targaryen decided to become a dragonrider. She initially wished to claim Balerion, but the dragonkeepers convinced her that he was too old and slow, and that she would prefer a swifter mount. Alyssa claimed Meleys, and afterwards rarely stayed away from the Dragonpit for long. In 87 AC, Meleys was claimed by Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. In 89 AC, Rhaenys flew on her to Highgarden, to accompany King Jaehaerys I Targaryen further on his royal progress to the Shield Islands. When Rhaenys married Lord Corlys Velaryon in 90 AC, she insisted on arriving to the wedding flying on Meleys. Rhaenys rode Meleys during the "Dance of the Dragons", on the side of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the blacks, versus King Aegon II Targaryen and the greens. In 129 AC, when Rook's Rest was besieged by the greens' army led by Ser Criston Cole, Rhaenys flew Meleys to the castle to lend aid.

artwork by Samuel Cuadrado

[fantasticallyfruity4]

Someone sees Steve in a corroded coffin tee and hits him with the “name 5 songs, poser” and Steve just starts laughing his ass off bc he doesn’t know the name of like more than 2. Granted, he is literally married to the guitarist. So he just keeps laughing in this dudes face and this dude is getting more and more pissed at whatever bar or restaurant this happens in and five minutes later Eddie finally leaves the bathroom and he’s like “baby love what’s so funny?”

And jackass is fucking starstruck and confused bc Eddie’s looking at this poser with the most amused loving eyes on the face of the earth.

“You fucking jackass, I’m MARRIED to EDDIE FUCKING MUNSON I don’t need to know a single god damn song my closet is FULL of these. Shit, I have corroded coffin shirts that he HAND DREW the band name on in 19-fucking-86 at my fucking parents kitchen table. I have been on nearly every tour in the last 20 years since they STARTED touring in ‘87 and I am the ONLY groupie eddie munson has ever fucked get real”

And Eddie is very amused but also like “babe that’s enough, settle down before this goes on YouTube”

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Dean Obeidallah at The Dean's Report:

On August 20, a little before dawn, 87 year-old Lidia Martinez was abruptly jarred awake by an unexpected knock on her door. The longtime activist who for over 35 years has worked to expand voter registration among seniors and veterans in south Texas, cautiously peered out the door. Standing on her doorstep were nine police officers dressed in tactical gear and carrying firearms. After showing her a search warrant, Martinez’s home was searched as she was forced to stand outside in her nightgown in her driveway in full view of her neighbors. Martinez was later questioned for three hours after which the police seized her phone, computer, personal calendar and more.

[...]

These bad faith searches orchestrated by Paxton were predicated on the claim that the people being investigated were registering non-citizens to vote—despite zero evidence presented of wrongdoing. Very alarmingly, if Donald Trump and House GOP have their way, these types of raids would be happening nationwide with federal law enforcement under a GOP President.  That is why GOP House Speaker Johnson is now demanding the proposed SAVE Act be included in any deal to provide funding to keep the government open.

To be clear, federal and state law already makes it a crime for non-citizens to vote. But this new federal legislation would establish criminal penalties for registering an applicant to vote in a federal election who fails to present documentation proving U.S. citizenship.  That means that what we are seeing in Texas is coming attractions of what the GOP wants to do nationally.

Keep in mind despite Texas AG Paxton’s two year investigation, no charges  have been filed against any of the people whose homes were searched.  Indeed, there may never be charges because even Paxton’s basis for the search is BS. In his press release announcing the investigation, the Texas AG presents no evidence of wrongdoing. Instead, Paxton makes baseless claims like these organizations have set up voter registration booths outside state agencies where people could register inside. Paxton’s press release literally includes this question with no answer: “Why would they need a second opportunity to register with a booth outside?” But nowhere in his press release does he even allege any criminal conduct—only questions.

And Paxton—a close ally of convicted felon Trump—showed his bad faith earlier in August on a radio show when he peddled lies about non-citizens voting. Paxton declared, “There’s a reason Joe Biden brought people here illegally. I’m convinced that that’s how they’re going to do it this time, they’re going to use the illegal vote. Why were they brought in, why did he bring in 14 million people?” adding, “He brought them here to vote.”   That is nothing more than the type of BS you hear on Fox News. But now Paxton has weaponized government by targeting people registering those he believes will vote for Democrats. The backlash to Paxton’s actions have been swift. LULAC requested that the Department of  Justice investigate Paxton's office for Voting Rights Act violations. LULAC CEO Juan Proaño and the group's national president, Roman Palomares, summed up well what is really going in their letter to the DOJ: "These actions echo a troubling history of voter suppression and intimidation that has long targeted both Black and Latino communities, particularly in states like Texas, where demographic changes have increasingly shifted the political landscape.”

The Texas GOPs voter intimidation tactics are based on the faux outrage campaign against noncitizen voting.

[zafiro-anyejo]

Only thing I’m living for at this point is @jimmymcgools BCS fic. 

[theblobmaster]

i've been thinking about omega jason for a while now. specifically why he'd be an omega.

jason was TINY before his dip in the lazarus pit. his death certificate says 4'6" and 87 lbs (137 cm & 39,5 kg) which at 15yo is very, very fucking small.

and then after lazarus pit he's now 6' and 225 lbs (183 cm & 111 kg). so that's a big difference from what is hinted to be an adjustment of his stunted growth because of malnutrition in his early childhood.

but back to omegaverse, now i normally don't really like the whole omega = small, alpha = big, because that's fucking boring and very heteronormative. BUT let's say that because of that course correction the pit did on his build would indicate that jason was supposed to be an alpha.

so what if, in an omegaverse au, because of his malnutrition, because of how he grew up, his biology changed. knew he no longer would be able to grow into that big ass alpha that his genes promised and instead decided to develop the more latent omega genes and after he begins to find a place at the manor to feels safe, a place where his body feels like he would be able to present in, he goes into heat not long before he dies. maybe he only has that one presenting heat and not really finding his footing with his secondary gender before he dies.

and then he comes back, the superboy prime punch, and then the wandering on the streets before talia finds him, and it would make sense if he didn't have any heats in that period because of the heightened stress his body was going through so he's not producing a lot of scent pheromones and omega hormones.

when he comes to himself after the lazarus pit, and his body starts to adjust to his new growth spurt, focusing his energy on that and still not producing any of those obvious omega pheromones and hormones and talia never learnt his dynamic before he died. (maybe bruce didn't know, maybe he did and just didn't tell who knows)

and if we go with the whole body not going into season when it seems like it's not safe. his years training with all of those expert teachers of how to kill ect he wouldn't get a heat.

just jason thinking he lost his secondary gender when he died, and not finding it important because there's nothing indicating he'll ever go into heat again. maybe it was just a fluke that first time?

and he comes back to gotham, and he has his showdown with bruce and it goes to shit. but then it starts to settle and jason starts to find a footing and places he feels safe in, finds teams he can count on.

with that his body starts producing those hormones again, people around him starts to notice a change in his scent, but jason doesn't notice how they also change with that pheromone change from him.

until one day where he is at that one safehouse, that's more home than the others and bam he's in heat and he has only experienced that once before, it's been a lifetime and many years since he was holed up in his room in the manor and had alfred making sure he had food and water and a hotpack for the cramps and for a short moment he panics. wants to reach out and call alfred, ask for help, but isn't sure if he'd get it

idk i have a lot of feelings about omega jason. and i think there's so many interesting ways to explore omegaverse and the way it can function through omega jason.

(also because i love them, dick coming to see if jason can help with a case and instead discovers his little wing sweating profusely and curled up and he can't not help out. he's not ready for all of those heat pheromones, but he takes it in stride and decides to work through how jason is apparently an omega later and instead just makes sure that jason is hydrated and takes care of him until jason is lucid enough to be embarrassed and kicks him out)

[hysteria-things]

✿ PROMISE? ✿ PART SEVEN.

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’re invited to the pits, which is a summer party that takes place in your hometown. however, you didn’t know what you were walking into.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ALCOHOL/DRUG CONSUMPTION/SMOKING, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,614

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: like stated, this part contains consumption of substances! just warning you as much as possible!

just a refresher, this series tackles some deep stuff. other than that, enjoy :)

y/n.l/n just posted a photo.

y/n.l/n

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user is this actually THE chris sturniolo or is that their long lost quadruplet?

↳ y/n.l/n i don’t kiss and tell🤫

user where tf did you come from😭

↳ y/n.l/n go ask your mom

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↳ y/n.l/n we NEED to hang out

↳ nicolassturniolo I AM BEGGING

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user don’t like how jealous i am right now

↳ user GIRL SAME

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↳ y/n.l/n he said he was sorry☹️

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𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 like the good old days whenever you talk to the triplets over facetime calls and group chats. you haven’t spoke to them since last night, but you missed it a lot.

your parents are in the pool while you’re getting ready in your room. when you’re about to throw on a bathing suit, you get an incoming call from paige. you answer, putting the phone on speaker and placing it on your desk. “hello?”

“i have something to tell you,” she says.

you raise a brow from the suddenness. “are you pregnant?”

“over my dead fucking body.” she scowls, rustling being heard on the other end. “there’s something called the pits happening tonight. are you down to go? finn and i are, and i’ll call claudia and jaiden after i’m done with you.”

clipping the top to your bikini, you look in the mirror before answering. “what the hell are the pits?”

“it’s where rebellious delinquents like we drink, smoke, and do other shit in this big-ass field. it’s an annual thing that happens in the summer.”

delinquents is a stretch, but you decide not to say it out loud. the thought of alcohol and weed catches your attention, but you still need more pieces on whatever this is. you’re not going to ask though; you’ll keep on keeping on like you always do. “sure, i’ll go.”

paige cheers and claps her hands. “awesome! i’ll text you more details. the only thing i can tell you right now is that finn will be driving all of us since he has the biggest car. i’ll talk to you later.” she explains, hanging up the phone.

after putting on your bathing suit cover and grab a towel, you approach the back deck to see your mom sitting in the pool with a white claw in her hand. your dad is at the mini bar mixing up whatever drinks he can think of, your chihuahua chichi — named by five-year-old you — prances around like she owns the joint.

of course, you’ll be heading toward the hot tub that is cozy in the corner of your backyard. the happiest place on earth, in your opinion.

“good morning!” you beam, making your way down the porch steps.

“mornin’!” your dad exclaims, taking a sip of his beverage. you place the towel down on one of the chairs next to the hot tub. with a hair tie on your wrist, you put your hair up into a high ponytail before placing yourself into the heaven of bubbles. you sit on one of the built-in seats, enjoying every second of what is surrounding you.

“how did i know you were going into the hot tub?” your mom asks sarcastically. you give her a warm smile, leaning back to absorb the warmness. your relaxation is soon rudely interrupted by a vibration from your phone. groaning, you check the notification.

paige😜‼️

jaiden and claudia are in too

we’ll pick you up at 7ish

be ready for one hell of a night ;)

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𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 is heard outside as you rush to put in your earrings. “mom, i’ll be back later!” you shout from the top of the stairs.

you start to run down them, but you get stopped by a figure. “wait, wait, wait, wait!” your mom says rapidly when you look up at her face.

“mom, i need to go. my friends are outside.”

“where are you going?” she asks, eyeing you up and down with her arms crossed. “who are you going with? the triplets?”

“no, not tonight. i’m going out with jaiden, claudia, and paige.”

“okay. but, where?” she stares at you for a beat. she is not letting you out of this until you tell her. see, your mom isn’t one to be strict and on top of you at all times, but whenever you go out late, she worries. the thing is, she’ll bury you six feet under if you tell her the truth. “i’m not sure yet. for now, we’re going to drive around. maybe go to some stores or get some food.”

“okay.” she sighs, more in a relief. “have fun, sweetie.”

another beep comes from the car as you shut the door, waving the group in the vehicle off to indicate that you are coming. you jog down the stairs and make your way into the backseat. as your friend said, finn is driving with paige right next to him. claudia is in the middle, meaning that you and jaiden are by the windows. “sorry. my mom was asking me a bazillion questions.” you explain as finn starts going 40 on a 20.

“are you prepared for the best night of your life? this is my favorite part of the summer.” paige says, turning her head towards you.

“sure, I’m beyond thrilled; but how come this is all of a sudden an annual thing and i’ve never heard of it?”

she shrugs. “okay, maybe this is the first time, but it’s going to be an annual thing.” she mumbles, a snicker tickling your throat. “and maybe you’ll meet a boy. who knows?” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

the place is already filled with people when you arrive. it looks like the age gaps went from high schoolers to people in their mid-twenties.

finn parks the car in the gravel parking lot that was split by a huge fence around the field. some people are in the parking lot, sitting on the hood of the cars doing all sorts of drugs, or making out against them. in the middle of the fence is a wide-open gate. you all get out of the car, paige zooming towards the wide opening. “paige! seriously?” finn shouts, sprinting to catch up with his girlfriend. claudia and jaiden link arms and sashay to the entrance. you stand back for a moment before finally getting the motivation to follow them. you’ve been to multiple parties, but this one is beyond any function you’ve been to.

the voices of at least a hundred people get louder the closer you get. there is a whole-ass DJ booth on one end, rainbow light illuminating it. the dance floor had a handful of people on it — the dance floor in question is a patch of dirt. you get a glimpse at the multiple ‘NO TRESPASSING’ signs around the place.

“y/n, y/n!” a voice shouts from behind you. you turn to see who it is. “i didn’t mean to book it like that. i was grabbing a drink.” paige explains, holding a whole glass of alcohol. “come here.”

before you can get a say in anything, she grabs your wrist and drags you through the dancers to a less crowded area. there are giant rocks stacked on top of each other with a rigid-looking table in front of them. the rest of the group is sitting on the rocks with their beverages and other things. there are other partygoers there, too, but you have no idea who they are. glass bottles of different types of alcohol are scattered on the grass next to the beat-up piece of furniture. the closer you get to it, the more you realize what’s on it: cocaine, weed, and bongs.

oh, shit.

“this is where the cool people are at,” finn announces, extending his arms as if he’s stretching. “pick your poison.”

you kneel to the liquids and pick up the bottle of smirnoff. “you want a cup?” he asks, holding out a red solo cup for you.

giving him a face, you shake your head. “i’m not a pussy.”

finn smirks and looks at paige. “she’s cool. i like her.”

moments later, you are all bent over the table inhaling the white powder into your nostrils. the glass of smirnoff is already half empty; alcohol slowly starting to affect all of you. claudia passes over the bong, the large group howling with laughter at god knows what. you take a deep hit, blow it out, cross your arms on the table, and rest your head on them. this feels fantastic.

with your eyes half closed, you manage to make out two figures that stand out to you from afar. one of them is way taller than the other. they are walking and talking simultaneously, becoming closer to where you’re seated. you pick up your head and tilt it, trying to examine them more before they come into the tiny illuminating light from a streetlight. you look at the others, who are either still ingesting things or in their conversations. the two boys lean on the rocks next to you, and your vision makes you see more clearly.

the tall one catches your attention first. he has piercing blue eyes and brunette hair that isn’t too short or too long. you can see his cheekbones so clearly. you can’t explain it, but his face is so… perfect. high or not, he is by far the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.

on the other hand, the one standing next to him is a few inches shorter. he has black curly hair that covers the lids of his brown eyes. both of them look like complete opposites. tall boy is cleaned up nicely and shortie is more on the IDGAF edgy side.

now that you think about it, they both look oddly familiar. maybe you’ve seen them on one of your summer walks, but that still doesn’t make sense to you. you stumble to your feet with a groan. “i’m going to try and find a bathroom.” you slur to nobody in particular.

you’re walking past the boys when one of them gasps. “no fucking way. y/n?”

dizzy, you look at them and stop in your tracks at the mention of your name. it feels like the drugs and alcohol you consumed have left your body. no wonder he was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. the one and only kevin butler is standing in front of you.

the kevin butler you had a crush on from middle school to freshman year.

the kevin butler you embarrassingly wrote about in your journal all those years ago.

next to him is this kid named elias. he went to high school with you, but you don’t recall talking to him much. you’ve only seen him in the halls and at parties. “i can’t believe it’s actually you.” elias says.

“huh?” that is all you can get out.

“you’ve been quiet after high school. i thought you lowkey died,” elias says smugly, the dimples from his smile decorating his cheeks.

“cut it, wright.” kevin hisses, smacking his friend on the chest.

“um, yeah.” you scratch the back of your neck. “what are you guys doing here?”

kevin shrugs. “we got invited. i didn’t want to come, but this guy forced me into it, and i’m glad that he did.”

his eyes dart down your body. the world is more beautiful with him in it. you forgot how gorgeous he is.

elias takes a box of cigarettes out of his back pocket, places one in his mouth, and lights it. he guides the box towards you and you take one. putting it in your mouth, you lean forward for him to ignite the small flame from the lighter. you puff out the smoke and sigh. “so, uh, how have you been?”

“living the dream.” kevin says, which is the most cliche response to that question. “working, pretty much. nothing too crazy.”

you pinch the bridge of your nose with a sniffle. “well, it was great to see you again. i need to go to the bathroom. sorry to cut this short.” you quickly — but carefully — walk in the opposite direction. you nibble on your bottom lip, flustered at what just happened.

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 in a circle. you are in the same area as before, but this time on the ground. jaiden and claudia are giggling about something, finn and paige are whispering to each other, and you sit in silence with your knees to your chest.

you’re too out of it to do anything.

“we’ll be right back,” paige says, she and finn getting up with their hands interlocked.

“where are you going?” you stammer, looking at them with your bloodshot eyes.

“the car.” finn winks. paige giggles before they quickly jog away.

jaiden’s phone gets a message shortly after. “my brother is here.” she tells claudia and then looks at you. “we would leave with you guys but my mom will kill me if i don’t get home soon.”

“It’s fine,” you mutter. both of them leave, just like paige and finn. is it fine? you’re honestly not sure. you feel so euphoric, but also like shit at the same time.

and here you sit, alone at a place you don’t know. you are having fun, but you need to escape. your head is pounding to the point where you can’t think, and beyond that, you’re exhausted. you’re surprised you can find the contact in your phone from the state you’re in. after a few rings, they pick up. “hello?”

“matt?” you grumble.

“yeah? are you okay?” he asks with concern. “you don’t sound like you’re home. where are you?”

“big ass field, that’s where.” you slur.

“the pits was tonight, wasn’t it?” you can hear scurrying on the other end, keys clinking together. “okay. i’ll be there in a few minutes. stay put, please. i’ll text you when i’m there.”

“mhm.” you hum. matt ends the call, and you lean your head back on the rocks as if it is the most comfortable pillow on the planet.

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matthew🫠

i’m here

i would go in to try and find you but i’m too scared

gaining balance from grabbing onto a surface, you manage to stand up. the music is obnoxiously loud as you stumble down the pathway to the entrance. you see the minivan's headlights in the distance with matt leaning against the driver's side. “matt,” you mumble.

you’re surprised he hears you since his head perks up from the device to look in your direction. “jesus, y/n.” he whispers, jogging over to be at your aid. he wraps his arm around your waist to help you get to the car.

matt leans over your body to fasten your seatbelt. he closes your door, going around the front of the van to get in on his side. he starts the car, but instead of driving, he looks at you. “are you going home?”

you curse under your breath, followed by a facepalm. your mom will kill you if she sees you like this. “you know what,” matt starts, changing the gear to drive. “you can stay with us for the night.”



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