#cracked iphone back glass

[mobilerepairsandservices]

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Understanding iPhone Back Glass Repair

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Cost: Depending on the iPhone model and the complexity of the phone repair costs can range from $90 to $290. Researching and comparing prices before committing to a repair service is always best.

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Diagnose and Troubleshoot Potential iPhone Problems

Before jumping to repairs, it’s essential to diagnose the issue with your iPhone. Here’s how:

Identify the problem: Are there on-screen errors? Apps crashing unexpectedly? Note these issues as they might provide clues regarding the problem.

Check for software updates: Outdated software can sometimes cause problems. Go to Settings > General > Software Update and install any available updates.

Reset your iPhone (as a last resort): If all else fails, a full reset might be necessary. However, back up your important data beforehand (Settings > General > Reset > Erase All Content and Settings).

Why Choose Repair Over Replacement?

Repairing your iPhone’s back glass offers several benefits:

Extend device lifespan: A cracked back can expose internal components to damage. A repair protects your phone’s hardware and extends its lifespan.

Improved aesthetics: A cracked back detracts from your iPhone’s look. Repairing it restores its original beauty and premium feel.

Save money: Replacing your entire iPhone is significantly more expensive than repairing its back glass.

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FAQs

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Can I save money by repairing the back glass?

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[gentlethorns]

YAYYYY NEW PHONE TODAY. life is full of wonder and enchantment all bc i'm getting a new toy 🫶

[br1ghtestlight]

i think my Beautiful perfect government-mandated tablet is starting to fall apart after like 5 years of me dropping it on the hardwood floor at least weekly. Bcuz the screen keeps popping out of the hardshell casing in a way it clearly is not supposed to.... bro tablets are so expensive if this one breaks im just gonna straight up die

[samaraxmorgan]

Crack JJK headcanons but it’s all early 2000s uncle Sukuna:

The spiritual successor to Crack JJK headcanons based on nothing but vibes. Send me your own silly headcanons I would absolutely love to read them!!

2003-2007

He desperately tried to make Yuuji’s first word be “fuck.”

He got so sick and tired of having to watch the same Barney VHS tape while babysitting that he ripped the film out and blamed it on toddler Yuuji.

Yuuji always begs him to draw his tattoos on him every time he babysits.

One time toddler Yuuji broke Sukuna’s flip phone in half. Sukuna was too impressed to be mad at him for it.

2008-2013

He brought five year old Yuuji to a Slipknot concert and had him up on his shoulders with big noise cancelling headphones on… and also “forgot” to ask Jin permission to bring him beforehand.

He tried to do a trick on Yuuji’s razor scooter and accidentally broke it.

He took Yuuji with him to Warped Tour.

He got really embarrassed when Jin showed Yuuji his high school yearbook photos of him with a mohawk.

He has a leather jacket with pins and patches all over it and Yuuji LOVES wearing it when he comes over.

2014-2017

He cut Yuuji’s hair when he got into middle school and told Jin “I’ll be damned if my nephew has a bowl cut.”

When Yuuji got into a fight at school he asked him “did you win?” When Yuuji said yes he took him to get ice cream.

He had a white iPhone and dropped it, cracking the glass on the back; Yuuji colored in the cracks with neon pink sharpie.

The first time Yuuji snuck out Sukuna chewed him out when he got back home, telling him “I don’t care if you sneak off, but you fucking tell me next time.”

Whenever Yuuji gets in trouble at school, Sukuna is always the one to pick him up because the principal is afraid of him.

[cellandcomprepair]

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[holysainz]

heating up - carlos sainz jr

pairing: carlos sainz jr x girlfriend!reader

warnings: none

summary: you convince your boyfriend to take on the hot pepper challenge … chili vs chili

You glance across the room at Carlos. Your boyfriend is sprawled across the couch, engrossed in a Spanish reality show. He’s so absorbed that he doesn’t notice the devilish smirk playing on your lips.

“Hey, Chili” you call, borrowing his nickname. It’s ironic given his pitiful tolerance for spicy food, a fact you’re planning to exploit.

“Yeah?” He replies, still glued to the screen.

You flash a grin, holding up your iPhone, “How about a hot pepper challenge?”

He turns, a horrified expression on his face. “You mean … on camera?”

You nod, savoring his almost cartoonish horror.

“Oh no. No, no, no,” he protests, shaking his head.

“But your fans will love it!” You argue. “Picture this: ‘Chili tamed by chili.’”

“Terrible pun,” Carlos grimaces but you know that he can’t deny you anything and see the resignation slowly start to spread across his face.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun!” You promise, flashing your most persuasive smile.

After a moment of consideration, he sighs. “Fine but if I end up in hospital, I’m blaming you.”

And that’s how you both find yourselves in your kitchen, surrounded by an array of intimidatingly red peppers of all shapes and sizes. You flip your phone camera on and your fans are immediately alerted to a new live stream.

“Hello everyone! As you can see,” you gesture to Carlos, who is eyeing the chili assortment with a mix of fear and determination, “I’ve managed to convince our very own Chili to join us in a hot pepper challenge.”

Carlos waves to the camera, forcing a smile. “I’m pretty sure she’s trying to kill me.”

Your fans are thrilled, flooding the comment section with laughing emojis and anticipatory messages. You decide to up the stakes.

“The loser has to do the dishes for the rest of the year,” you declare, raising an eyebrow at Carlos.

“Deal,” he agrees, much to your surprise.

You start off easy with some mildly spiced jalapeño poppers. Carlos manages it with just a few beads of sweat dotting his forehead. Then, you turn up the heat. Literally.

A red-hot habanero pepper is next. You both bite in. Carlos’ face goes from confident to confused to horrified in the span of seconds. Tears prick his eyes as he reaches for the milk … but you’re quick.

“Nope. No milk until the end,” you tease.

He glares at you but it’s short-lived as he doubles over coughing. You’re laughing so hard you can barely keep the camera steady.

The challenge continues, each round spicier than the last. Your fans are going wild, making their bets, offering their condolences to Carlos. Some suggest calling an ambulance preemptively.

Carlos, despite being a tormented, sweaty mess, hasn’t backed down. You’ve got to give him credit — his determination is astounding.

Finally, you reach the grand finale: the infamous Carolina Reaper. By now, Carlos looks like he might pass out but he stubbornly insists on going ahead.

“I’m not losing to a vegetable,” he states defiantly, glaring at the wrinkly red pepper as if his stare alone could send it up in flames.

The Reaper hits hard. You feel your own eyes watering but the sight of Carlos — eyes wide, face red, fanning his mouth frantically — is enough to keep you going.

“Okay, okay,” you relent, laughing between teary coughs and reaching for the milk. “I think that’s enough torture for today.”

Carlos doesn’t say a word, just snatches the glass and downs it.

Finally, he manages to croak, “I hate you.”

You’re still laughing. “Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.”

“I’m literally breathing fire,” he complains. “I think I might have been turned into a dragon.”

Your fans are cracking up, their comments buzzing with laughter and commiserations for Carlos.

Wrapping up the live stream, you turn to Carlos, whose mouth is now firmly wrapped around the spout of an entire carton of milk

“You okay there, dragon?” You ask, still giggling.

Carlos just glares, face half hidden by the carton, his expression only fueling your laughter. “You know, you’re lucky I love you,” he chokes out.

And despite your grinning and teasing, you know you’re even luckier to have him.

Your spicy challenge video goes viral, featuring in countless meme compilations. Your fans, ever the comedians, edit fire-breathing animations onto Carlos and photoshop his face into every relevant House of the Dragon scene they can get their hands on.

Carlos grumbles each time he sees the video but you notice the smile he tries to hide. He’s a good sport, and though he’ll never admit it, he enjoyed the chaos. Plus, he’s free from dishwashing duties until the end of the year so who’s the real winner here?

You smile, plotting your next challenge. After all, what’s the good of having an extremely memeable boyfriend if you can’t immortalize his best moments on video?

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taglist: @musingsbyshreya

[neonoddeye]

A lesson in physics | College! Gojo Satoru x Reader

In these trying times, I will provide: a college au! I actually wrote this as a birthday present for my best friend, but I wanted to post it here as well. It’s also my first chaptered fic, yay! I hope you enjoy :)

CONTENT INCLUDES: AFAB! Reader, cursing, Gojo and reader are both in college and everything is NORMAL and HAPPY, Gojo is a frat boy, enemies to friends to lovers, will be NSFW in later chapter (MINORS DNI)

Monday, 12:00pm

Working with Satoru Gojo on a class assignment was a horror you only conjured in your nightmares. And as you look at the physics class assignment on your laptop screen, you realize you wouldn’t be waking up from this one any time soon.

“Oh god, him?” Your roommate Shoko joins your gaze of disgust as she glances at your fate. “You’re gonna end up doing the whole thing by yourself!”

“Don’t remind me” you whine, leaning back in your chair and placing a hand on your forehead in dramatic distress. “Can I switch with you?”

“Hell no, I’m securing this A with Nanami” Shoko laughs, patting you on the back as a poor attempt at pity. “But we’ll be praying for you.”

You and Shoko had just left said physics class, the two of you lounging at the library to get a head start on the week’s assignments. You couldn’t help but truly stress over your predicament instead of starting on your homework, however: everyone and their mom knew of Gojo Satoru and his infamous Kappa Alpha frat boy title. Ever since he was on your dorm floor freshman year of college, you’ve harbored a vendetta against him. While you were immune to his mesmerizing blue eyes and undeniable charisma, most of your friends weren’t, and pursued him in droves. With every poor girl’s broken heart that he stomped on, your hatred grew, until you infamously bashed him at his frat’s party that same year. While his reputation was almost impenetrable in the eyes of his male friends, you definitely did a little damage to him from the outside. Two years later, you never thought you’d have to deal with him again- until you both enrolled in the same physics class. Hell, you didn’t even think he had the brain capacity to handle a STEM major. And now, you have to work alongside him; you can’t help but question the universe and wonder what you ever did wrong to deserve this.

“Guess I’ll get his contact info” you sigh, pulling up the list of class emails and scrolling for his name.

“Hey! Y/N, right?” You hear a familiar voice ahead of you. Your lab partner, Gojo Satoru, has already found you in the library. The devil works hard, but Gojo works harder. 

“Hey Gojo” you reply monotonously, barely glancing at him over your laptop screen. He’s dressed like a poster frat boy, wearing a dark blue knitted sweater vest over a crisp white button-up paired with slim khakis. His paper white hair is unkempt yet tamed, and his irritating blue eyes sit behind round gold-rimmed glasses. His trademark smirk is replaced by an awkward smile as he approaches you; it’s good to know your blow at his ego was permanent.

“Uh, long time no see” Gojo continues while messing with his disheveled hair, “did you see we’re working on that project together?”

You can’t help but let out a belated sigh. “I sure did. You have any ideas for it yet?“

“Oh nah, I haven’t really looked at the whole thing yet. Do you wanna start it right now? I have time.”

“Oh uh, I have to leave for class in 15 minutes.” In reality, your next class starts in an hour; you just didn’t feel like talking to him right now. Still, you keep up the act by packing your belongings to head out.

“Oh that’s all good. Here,” Gojo hands you his phone, presenting an empty contact card for you to fill out. “Let’s set up a time to work on it later. We have two weeks, but I wanna get it over with”.

“Well, that’s something we agree on” you mutter, filling out your contact info on his cracked iPhone screen. You then hand his phone back to him and rise from your seat. “I’m usually free after 4pm. Just remember to actually text me back, Gojo. I know you’re not very good at that.”

“I will, I will,” he chuckles, holding up his hands in surrender to your threat. “Promise!” he holds up a pinky and winks at you, to which you roll your eyes and head back towards the door. You’re really hoping these next two weeks aren’t as difficult as you think they’ll be.

Thankfully, Gojo actually responded, and the two of you agreed to Tuesday evening at the library. You’re currently waiting for your project partner at a cozy corner desk, taking out your notes and laptop to begin the assignment. It’s 5 minutes past the agreed upon time when Gojo saunters up to you; honestly, you thought he’d show up later or forget entirely, so you’re not upset.

“Sorry, club meeting ran a little later than usual,” he says as he slumps into the couch across from you, his legs dangling over the armrest. “I got you this, too,” he adds, sliding a Red Bull over to you. “I don’t know how long we’re working on this tonight, but I thought I’d get us both one, just in case”.

“Oh, thanks. I got something already, though,” you reply, picking up your thermos of espresso and politely pushing back the offering. “What club are you in?” It seems like you’re both attempting to make amends to make the project a little easier.

“I’m in an astrophysics club. It’s nothing much, tho”, he shrugs. We just talk about nerdy shit and occasionally do projects and stuff.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t expect that from you”, you lean back in your chair, now slightly interested in the man before you.

“Yeah, I actually do more than just party.” Gojo adds while taking out his own supplies. “Believe it or not, I’m not the same guy I was freshman year”.

“You’re gonna have to prove it to me, I’m afraid”, you retort. If he’s trying to charm you, it won’t work. 

Gojo clears his throat. “Anyway, here are some ideas I had for the project”. He slides his notebook closer to you, revealing a page full of bullet points aptly titled “project ideas.” His handwriting is messy, but legible, and as you read his notes you’re reluctantly impressed by his insightfulness and creativity. Gojo reveals that he actually stayed behind at his club to relay his ideas and ask for tips, admitting he was more interested in the material than he thought he’d be. As you lean over the table to point out one particular idea, you catch a hint of cologne from him. You can tell it’s not a cheap scent, with notes of mandarin and cypress above amber and leather. His hair is slightly neater than it was yesterday, and up close you can tell that his skin is flawless. You’re almost annoyed at his effortlessly attractive appearance; no wonder so many people fawn over him. 

An hour passes briskly, with the two of you making ample progress with the project. Surprisingly, the two of you work well together, even getting off topic a few times to discuss frivolous subjects. You learned that he likes watching cartoons and reading, and wants to go into research after college. You can’t help but feel a little guilty for holding a grudge over him for so long; it seems like he really has changed. 

After 30 more minutes, Gojo stands up to stretch. “Alright, we’re done with the outline”, he yawns, taking a sip of his Red Bull. “I don't wanna keep you too long, how about we call it for the night?” 

“Sounds good to me”, you yawn in response, closing your notebook. “It takes me a bit to walk home, anyway”.

“You’re walking home by yourself? At dark?” Gojo questions you with genuine concern in his words. “I can drive you home, if you want”.

“Oh no, I’m fine. I do it all the time”, you shrug.

“It’s no big deal to me”, he flashes a small smile. “I respect having the balls to walk home alone at night, but I’d be a dick to not offer”.

“Sure, why not. I appreciate it”. You smile back, getting up to follow Gojo to his car. As you walk with him to his car, the two of you excitedly discuss a new anime you’ve both been watching. You didn’t take him as the type to be an anime guy either, but he’s surprised you a lot today. When you get to his car, it’s as nice as you expect it to be: a slick silver BMW with a clean interior, accompanied by a new car smell. Of course he has money, too. He’s not a menace to society on the road either, and the low hum of his Spotify playlist accompanies the small talk. 

“By the way”, Gojo pipes up after a moment of silence, “I feel like shit for how I acted to your friends freshman year. You were right to call me out like that”.

“I know”, you reply, with a hint of playfulness in your tone. He chuckles in response. 

“No offense taken. But really, I hope we can be on good terms now. I had a good time, even if we were working on an assignment.”

“Unfortunately, I think I did too”. He’s pulling up to the entrance of your apartment complex, and parks neatly by the door. 

“Next time, how about we work at my place? Only if you want to though, just thought I’d suggest some place quieter”.

“I’m down”, you nod, “I could bring snacks, too”. 

“Sounds like a deal. See you on Thursday, Y/N”. He gives you a short wave as you exit his car, and even makes sure to watch you get inside safely. As you walk to your apartment, you battle with your renewed thoughts of the frat boy you once detested. After being alone with him for an extended period of time, you hate to admit that you can see the appeal; he’s handsome, charming, and seems to have mellowed out over the years. But should you really be giving Satoru Gojo a chance?

Fuck it, you might.

(Stay tuned for part 2!)

[desertfangs]

Grocery Store - Marius/Daniel - Slice of Life - 1340 words

Just a little slice of life ficlet written for the @vamptember prompt "Grocery Store." I love imagining the immortals in stores and shops, IDK why but it's always fun to picture so I couldn't resist.

Full text beneath the cut.

The air was electric with the impending storm and it made Daniel’s hair stand on end. Marius hurried him along the sidewalk, wanting to get home before the downpour.

They made it two more blocks before thunder cracked overhead and the sky opened. Rain pelted down in great sheets, raindrops slamming into the pavement with such force that they bounced back up and soaked the legs of his jeans. Daniel spotted the bright lights of the supermarket across the street and pulled Marius toward it. 

They rushed inside, the automatic doors dinging as they closed behind them. Daniel’s sweatshirt dripped water on the floor. Marius watched the rain through the glass, squeezing the wetness out of his long hair. He glanced at Daniel. “Are you all right?” 

Daniel bit back a sarcastic retort about how he was not the Wicked Witch of the West who could be melted with water. “A little wet but I think I’ll survive.” 

“I was sure we’d make it home before it started,” Marius said, clearly annoyed that he’d misjudged the timing. 

Daniel shrugged. “It’s the weather. Not even our Norse friend Thorne can hold back the thunder.” 

Marius smiled faintly and then sighed. “I guess we can remain here for a bit, see if it stops.” 

Daniel noticed one of the cashiers watching them. The store was open for several hours yet but it was pretty empty. He grabbed a hand basket and urged Marius deeper into the store. They could at least pretend they were doing more than riding out the rain.

They meandered through the produce section. Daniel picked up a pineapple. He could just barely remember how it had tasted: sweet, tart, acidic. “Did you ever get to try one of these?” 

Marius shook his head.

“Shame.” He set the pineapple down. Sometimes the things some of the older vampires had never gotten to experience astounded him: tomatoes, chocolate, Spaghetti-Os in a can. Things he’d always taken for granted. In another five hundred years, who knew what new wonders Daniel would find strange or incomprehensible, or simply never get to taste? 

Marius wandered in front of an endcap stacked with soft drinks. As he stood there in front of cans of Pepsi and Dr. Pepper, Daniel was struck suddenly by how out of place Marius looked here inside a garishly lit supermarket. Even in the modern clothes he wore tonight—khakis and a red polo shirt—he had an air of timelessness that made him stand out, exacerbated by the pallor of his marble skin. 

Of course, any mortal who noticed something off would chalk it up to their imagination, but he looked so otherworldly that it made Daniel’s pulse race. He was beautifully inhuman. Daniel surreptitiously snapped a photo with his iPhone. 

Marius turned, smiling indulgently, and Daniel felt his cheeks flush a little, sure Marius had heard his thoughts.

They moved on to the bakery section. There, they studied the display case of cakes, decorated with bright colored frostings and little sugar flowers. 

“Incredible, isn’t it?” Daniel pointed to a cake with beautiful orchids in shades of pink and orange made out of icing.

“It is a fascinating use of colored sugar,” Marius said. 

Daniel started to say something about the artistic merit of cake decoration but decided against it. He wasn’t in the mood to get roped into another debate about what constituted art. 

He headed down the next aisle and found himself in front of an array of canned vegetables with glossy, colorful labels. Daniel lifted a can of peas from the shelf as Marius came up silently beside him. 

“Armand used to love the canned food aisle,” Daniel said, remembering the first time he’d taken him to a grocery store. Armand had spent an hour lifting cans, reading the labels, and questioning Daniel about the contents. They’d bought a cart full of stuff, so much that they’d had to take a taxi back to their apartment, where Armand diligently opened every single can and dumped the contents out onto styrofoam plates to study it. 

Daniel laughed at the memory, even as the ache of missing his maker wormed through him. 

“New York is not that far,” Marius said softly. 

Daniel sighed. He thought about that a lot, but he wasn’t ready. The stilted phone calls he and Armand shared were awkward and strange and Daniel didn’t know how to talk to him anymore. The thought of being in the same room as him again was overwhelming. He placed the can of peas back on the shelf.

“We can’t even get a mile back to our place,” Daniel quipped. 

Marius smiled at the bad joke but Daniel caught something in his eyes, a sadness or a longing perhaps. It was gone before he could be sure, replaced with something more playful. “Is that a challenge?”

“You know I enjoy challenging you, but that was merely an observation,” Daniel said, purposely bumping Marius’ shoulder as he moved down the aisle. “Come on, Old Man, I’ll blow your mind.” 

He heard Marius laugh softly as he turned the corner to the next aisle. When Marius reached him, Daniel gestured to the shelves full of colorful cereal boxes with cartoon mascots and big, colorful fonts. 

“Behold, the modern breakfast of champions,” Daniel said. 

Amusement crinkled the skin around Marius’ eyes. “I know what cereal is, Daniel. I do watch television occasionally.” 

“But did you ever imagine such a thing when you were young, mortal, and hungry in the morning?”

“Did I ever envision an illustrated tiger trying to sell me a box of sweetened grain? No, I can’t say that I did.” 

Daniel sighed. “Sometimes I think about how much has changed in the few decades since I was mortal and then I try to imagine how different everything will be in another hundred years, let alone a thousand.” 

“Does that worry you?” Marius asked.

Daniel shook his head. “I want to see how the world changes, what advancements are made, what new technologies and inventions appear. It’s part of why I wanted this.” 

“But…” Marius pressed.

Daniel shrugged. “I guess I didn’t expect things to change so fast.”

Marius laughed, loud and boisterous, his voice ringing through the aisle. He put his arm around Daniel’s shoulders. “The longer you live, the faster things seem to change. The more you will step out of the house and realize the world is not the one you knew a century or even a decade before.”

Daniel stared at the glossy cereal boxes that now had metallic shiny letters decorating them. He couldn’t even remember what Frosted Flakes tasted like. “How do you handle it?” 

Marius considered. “A passion for the world and the people in it, I suppose. A desire to discover what will happen next.” 

“And that keeps you going?” Daniel asked. 

Marius was silent for a long moment. “I endure because I must.”

“For yourself or for everyone else?” 

Marius ruffled Daniel’s hair affectionately. “Always asking pointed questions.” 

“You like that about me,” Daniel said wryly.

“Indeed I do.” Marius was silent for a long moment. “I believe surrounding ourselves with others is how we remain connected to the world and keep our desire to exist in it. Mortals and their art and creativity and philosophy and new wonders.” Marius’ arm slid down and around Daniel’s waist, tightening around him. “And there’s our own kind, of course. Never discount the power of connection to others who also endure.” 

Daniel leaned against him, Marius’ body solid and powerful like it was made of his stone, his arm around Daniel like a marble vice, keeping him close and safe. 

“I think that’s the key,” Daniel said. “Connection to our kind.” 

“You’ve always been wise beyond your years.” Marius kissed the top of Daniel’s head and led him out of the aisle, back to the front of the store. 

The rain had abated, becoming only a light drizzle. Daniel replaced his empty hand basket in the holder and they walked out into the damp night, arm in arm. 

[new-writer-romance]

A Romantic Reunion

As I entered the car, I could feel the pit of excitement in my stomach. The last time we had our goodbyes was one of my most intense emotional experiences. Over the summer I yearned for her and cherished the presence of her soul. I adored her body and tracing my fingers over her milky flesh. Suddenly, I heard a distant, almost muted voice calling my name. It was my uber driver. I was jolted back into reality and realized that the car had stopped in front of our destination. As I got out of the car I was taken aback by how fast my heart was racing and how all my senses heightened. I turned into the park where we were supposed to meet and suddenly our eyes met. In the element of surprise, my brand-new iPhone slipped out of my hand and hit the ground but in my state of emotions I hadn't noticed the glass cracking and splashing on the ground nor did I notice the cut it made on my left hand while I put my phone into my pocket. As we came closer, I wondered if my heart could beat any faster but once we hugged, I felt an extreme sense of calmness and excitement altogether discovering a new emotion I had never thought existed. It felt like the first person to mix yellow and blue and was surprised to find a new color, or emotion in my case.

P.S. I am very new to writing and would appreciate any honest feedback.

[fairytales-and-folklore]

A Little Less Seventies, A Little More Modern AU

That 70's Show » Jackie x Hyde

Title: A Little Less Seventies, A Little More Modern AU

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: That 70's Show (Masterlist)

Relationship: Jackie Burkhart x Steven Hyde

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: A modern AU where the characters from That 70's Show grew up in the 90's and early 2000's instead.

After creating an account for him, despite his many protests, Jackie gets upset when Hyde won't change his Facebook status to In A Relationship. Hyde says that it's just because he's lazy, and doesn't like labels, and bores Jackie to tears with a rant about cheapening the relationship by broadcasting it on social media, and how hashtags are corrupting his generation.  He eventually compromises by changing his profile photo to one of them kissing under the mistletoe at last year's Christmas party. Worth it for the adorable smile that spreads across Jackie's face.

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1. Hyde hates smartphones. As far as he's concerned, his basic little off-brand flip phone is more than enough. Sure, it's kinda mucked up from sticker residue, and one of the speakers only works if you turn it on its side, and it's being held together by a combination of duct tape and gorilla glue, and it's a bit broken and bent along the edges and scratched to all hell, but hey, it's his little piece of shit phone, and he's kinda grown attached to it. The way he sees it, as long as he can still call someone to come pick him up if his car ever breaks down, or send them a quick text to let them know about a party happening later that night, then he's golden, because that's pretty much all a phone is good for. 

2. That is, until Jackie buys him his first iPhone. Which he promptly drops, two weeks later, in the middle of Eric's driveway. The screen is done for, a series of cracks spiderwebbing out across all four corners, sad little lights blinking feebly from behind the shattered glass. The gang spends a good twenty minutes staring down at it in abject horror. Kelso loses his shit and laughs until he passes out. Donna writes him a eulogy. After that, he doesn't take his phone anywhere without its brand new, super bulky, all-encompassing (hot pink and glittery) Otterbox case.

3. A few days after everyone had relentlessly pestered him to download the app, Hyde concludes that Snapchat is only meant for two things: receiving naughty yet tasteful half-naked photos from your ridiculously hot girlfriend, and sending close-ups of your drunken, hairy ass to your unsuspecting friends, who will definitely need a serious dose of brain bleach after they make the mistake of clicking that annoying little red dot.

4. Jackie buys Hyde an iPod for Christmas one year, and despite her constant badgering, he refuses to get a case for it. But that's only because, after the incident with the iPhone that she will never, ever let him forget for as long as he lives, he babies the fuck out of it. Three years in, and it doesn't have a single scratch. He's quite proud.

5. To Hyde, pop is the death of music, and boy bands make him want to set himself on fire. And no, of course he doesn't merely roll his eyes and battle back a smile whenever Jackie turns up the radio in her car and sings along (badly, so very, very badly) to whatever song she's currently obsessed with.

6. Which reminds him. One time, Jackie played Bye Bye Bye on repeat for a month straight, and Hyde nearly threw her laptop out the window. He has to admit, though, she looks pretty damn fine sleeping next to him in her old N*SYNC concert t-shirt.

7. Jackie is constantly complaining that Hyde is stuck in the 90's, and won't hesitate to use the phrase nineties trash when describing him. Ironic, seeing as how she never fails to go into full-on fangirl mode every time a Spice Girls song plays on the radio, or a Powerpuff Girls rerun airs on Cartoon Network. (Hyde likes Buttercup the best.)

8. Hyde is pretty sure that Furbies are the devil incarnate, a fact that's only proven further the day he finds one buried under a pile of clothes at the bottom of Jackie's closet. Its batteries have long since corroded, and when it speaks, it sounds like an 80-year-old chainsmoker. The damn thing battles him all the way down the garbage disposal.

9. Jackie loves Taylor Swift.

And Starbucks.

And Uggs.

Kill him now.

ETA: her obsession with yoga pants and form-fitting leggings is perfectly fine by him, though.

10. Jackie's usual Starbucks order is so ridiculously complicated that Hyde is pretty sure half the shit she's rattling off to the barista isn't even a real language. Non-fat skinny decaf soy vegan chai latte mocha frap…what the actual fuck? He memorizes it eventually anyway, and surprises her with a…a venti, he thinks they're called…at the end of one of her shifts.

11. Hyde is fairly certain that Jackie would go on a murderous rampage if Starbucks ever ran out of pumpkin spice lattes. (Cue Eric whispering basssssssiiiiiiic whenever she walks in clutching a coffee cup decorated with autumn leaves and smiling pumpkins.)

12. It's tradition for the gang to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas every year on Halloween. It is absolutely not tradition for Hyde and Jackie to dress up as Jack and Sally for the couples' costume contest at the school dance. He doesn't care how short Jackie's dress is, how cool her makeup looks, or how great he might look in that pinstripe suit she'd bought him just for the occasion, he still hates it with a burning passion. He finally stops bitching about it after they win first place, though.

13. Jackie should not be this good at Halo. Seriously. Took her all of three days to beat his kill : death ratio. Still, at least he gets the last laugh every time she presses the wrong button, shoots orange instead of blue, and winds up in an endless loop in Portal, though.

14. Donna and Jackie are pretty much convinced that the only reason the boys watch Game Of Thrones is for the sex scenes. That is, until they realize it's got dragons and badass queens in it. Jackie dresses up like Daenerys for Halloween that year, walks around saying, "You know nothing, Steven Hyde," and won't stop referring to Donna as a wildling.

15. Hyde complains about Firefly and Futurama getting cancelled. Eric has a toy model of Serenity on display in his bedroom that Kelso has broken twice. Fez starts saying, "Bite my shiny metal ass," on the regular. Donna smacks Eric and Hyde in the back of the head every time they call her Leela.

16. Jackie gets extremely disappointed whenever she takes a Which Character From Friends Are You? quiz on Buzzfeed, and doesn't get Rachel.

17. Eric calls everyone who disappoints him a muggle. Jackie glares daggers at Eric every time he refers to her as Voldemort. Hyde still has no idea what the hell a Hufflepuff is.

18. Eric changes the wifi password at least once a week just to fuck with Hyde. He finally stops the day Hyde figures out how to hack into their network and changes the name to Eric Forman's Personal Porn Hub.

19. One time, a debate about how to properly pronounce the word GIF turns into an all-out war, rife with peanut butter smack cam pranks and gift-wrapped cars, which only ends when Red threatens to put a foot in all of their asses. No matter the decade, some things never change.

20. MTV broke Hyde's heart the day they stopped being an actual music channel, and started broadcasting stupid teenage dramas instead. But Jackie adores Teen Wolf, and if curling up beside her and streaming the newest episode will make her happy, then he's willing to suck it up and deal with an hour of cheesy dialogue and excessive shirtlessness. (But if you ever tell anyone that he cried when Allison Argent died, he'll kick your ass.)

21. Hyde binge-watches his way through eleven seasons of Supernatural. Dean Winchester is pretty much his fictional idol, and Eric and Kelso are always fighting over who gets to be Sam (even though Kelso still doesn't get why Hyde keeps calling him Moose.) His shirt collection is comprised almost entirely of plaid flannels now (which Jackie routinely steals and wears as pajamas) and he's been saving up for the past year to buy his own '67 Chevy Impala. Sometimes, Jackie watches it with him, but only because she thinks Jensen Ackles is hot. Mostly, she just curls into his side and steals his popcorn, watches through the gaps between her fingers and buries her face into his chest during the scary parts. Then she claims she has to stay the night, because she's too frightened to drive home and fall asleep by herself. Hyde takes absolutely no issue with this.

22. Jackie Burkhart is the queen of Instagram. At least, that's what she calls herself. There is photographic evidence of nearly every meal she eats, every Starbucks drink she orders, every piece of jewelry, every new pair of shoes, every outfit of the day, every close-up of her pristine cat eye winged eyeliner that's "so sharp it could kill a man," highlighting the flecks of gold in her eyes. 

(And the selfies. Oh my god, the selfies. If Hyde hears the word "selfie" one more time, he's gonna lose his goddamn mind.) 

But mostly, among the digital scrapbook of shopping sprees and poolside or beach-bound humble-brags, there are photos of her and Hyde. Tons of them. Granted, he isn't smiling in the majority of them, and the ones where he is smiling are candid and out of focus. But as much as he makes fun of her for it, as much as he'll pout and protest every time there's a camera phone shoved in his face, he'll never push her away when she wants to take another picture, because…honestly? It's actually kind of nice having someone who cares enough to want to keep taking them. That, and the fact that she's more than willing to show him off to her 2k followers is kind of flattering.

23. The worst day of Hyde's life is the day that Jackie discovers Pinterest. He knows there's a wedding board on there somewhere. He just chooses to ignore it.

24. After creating an account for him, despite his many protests, Jackie gets upset when Hyde won't change his Facebook status to In A Relationship. Hyde says that it's just because he's lazy, and doesn't like labels, and bores Jackie to tears with a rant about cheapening the relationship by broadcasting it on social media, and how hashtags are corrupting his generation. He eventually compromises by changing his profile photo to one of them kissing under the mistletoe at last year's Christmas party. Worth it for the adorable smile that spreads across Jackie's face.

25. One time, Jackie gets a hold of Hyde's phone, scrolls through his contacts, and changes her name to Future Wifey. Five years later, he still hasn't changed it back. Granted, it doesn't need to say future anymore.

[biancadjarin]

🍸🍒Modern!Eddie x Waitress!Reader🍒🍺

Blurb featuring Modern!Bartender!Steve

It’s only a Thursday night but the bar is slammed. It’s your second day and the other waitress, your supposed “trainer”, is nowhere to be found. Probably out back smoking another cigarette. You’re juggling 6 tables and one particularly difficult woman just flagged you down.

“Is everything ok ma’am?” You ask politely. “No, this wine is way too sweet. I wanted something dry. Bring me the pinto grigio!” She says as she pushes the full glass towards you. You smile and turn, rolling your eyes as you approach Steve and Eddie at the bar. Eddie’s sitting on his usual stool, drinking a beer while he scrolls on his phone. You lean onto the sticky bar top and wait for Steve to finish shaking a martini to get his attention.

Eddie eyes your profile, your cute face looking overwhelmed and stressed. He’s never seen you before, he usually knows all the new waitresses here. Fuckin’ Harrington, he thinks, always tries to keep the cute ones for himself.

“Hey.” Eddie says over the loud music, leather covered shoulders angling towards you. His fingers tap around the neck of his beer bottle. You glance at him, one eye still on Steve.

“Hi. Look, I’m swamped, if you want another beer, you gotta ask your bartender.” “No, no, it’s not that. Just- are you ok? Do I need to grab a tray and help you out?” He asks jokingly. You crack a smile at that, and Eddie’s heart starts beating faster.

“Cause I’m serious, I’ll take over. Drinks probably won’t go to the right people and I’d end up spilling food but, hey, fuck it.” He says with a shrug as he gulps the last of his beer. You shake your head and laugh, “please, I think you’re better off right here. I’m fine…” your eyes stare into his for the first time and you swear you feel the ground get pulled out from under you. He’s criminally hot. Like sculpted by the gods hot. Long hair framing the perfect bone structure of his face, two dimples poked into his cheeks as he smiles back at you. His eyes are like warm cups of hot cocoa, sweet and comforting. His worn in Black Sabbath T shirt contradicts his new iPhone 14 shining back at him.

“I’m Eddie. I’m a friend of Steve’s.” He nods toward the floppy haired bartender. “Y/n.” You say as you reach out a hand to shake his. He grabs your hand but he doesn’t shake it. Instead, he just holds it for a second. His warm, guitar string scarred fingers encircling your soft, cold ones. You giggle nervously as the butterflies are shaken awake in your stomach.

Steve appears out of nowhere, “bruh these frat douchebags are going to be the death of me, I think my arm’s going to fall off if I shake another martini.” he says to you and Eddie. You smile your most saccharine smile, “hey Stevie. The woman on 22 doesn’t like this wine. Can I switch it out for a pinot?” He growls in annoyance, “that’s a 7 ounce pour, y/n. you think Tito is gonna be ok with me just pouring that down the drain?” He asks you, referring to the manager. He raises his eyebrows as he throws a towel over his shoulder.

You shrug, “I guess not…” you mumble. “It’s coming out of your tips. Go write it down on the spill sheet.” Steve snaps as he pours the pinot grigio. “Ok, I will. Sorry Steve.” You say as you take the wine and head back to your tables.

“What the hell, man? S’not her fault some bitch didn’t like the shitty wine in this place.” Eddie says as he tosses a peanut at Steve. “How else is she going to learn?” Steve says as he rests his palms on the bar top. “This isn’t a daycare, I’m not here to hold her hand through life.”

“She’s fucking new, Harrington, give her a break.” Eddie says. Steve opens his mouth to argue before being cut off by a guy in a polo. “‘Nother dirty martini, barkeep!” Steve nods at him before looking back at Eddie. “You want another beer?” Steve asks him before he goes back to deal with the group of Chad’s and Dylan’s. Eddie shakes his head as he throws a 20 on the bar, licking his lips and winking at Steve.

He looks around the bar to say goodbye to you but he doesn’t see you. Everyone seems content, drinking their overpriced cocktails, eating their greasy food. Even the woman with the wine seems happy. The other waitress is back but now you’re gone. He heads toward the back door to leave, passing the digital jukebox that the frat bros have taken over-trolling everyone with Nickelback on repeat, passing the bathrooms and the breakroom.

You come out of the breakroom wiping under your eyes, sparkles that were once in your inner corner now smeared down your cheeks. “Scuse me.” You say as you try to squeeze past Eddie. “Hey, hey.” He says, hand coming up to cradle your elbow. “You good?” His eyebrows crinkle in concern, eyes scanning your face. You nod and try to squeak out a “mhm.” but more tears are threatening to spill.

“Was it what Steve said? I told him he’s being too harsh on you. I’m gonna go tell him what a dick he is, making you cry.” He says as he starts to turn around. “No! Please, I appreciate it but it’ll just make it worse. I can’t mess up this job. I just need to do better.” You say, sniffling. “Really. It’s fine.”

Eddie sighs deeply, looking back over his shoulder before turning to face you again. “He needs to do better. You’re doing great.” Eddie says, fingers squeezing the exposed flesh of your arm. You smile, looking up at Eddie and admiring his features in the low light, an old beer neon sign casting shades of blue and red across his face. The tight hallway is made even tighter with boxes and extra chairs lining the walls. This close to Eddie you can smell the beer on his breath, the weed on his shirt and the Cherry Smoke by Tom Ford on his jacket. You smile, “Thanks..”

He nods softly, dimples returning as he matches your smile. His phone starts to vibrate, the opening notes of For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica ringing from it. He looks at it before silencing it and focusing back on you. “I gotta go but can I text you later? You can tell me all about why a sweet, beautiful girl like you needs a job at a shitty dive bar so bad.” He opens up a new iMessage and hands his phone to you. You type in your number and text “Eddie” to yourself.

He takes the phone back from you putting 🖤🍒 after your name. “If Harrington gives you anymore shit, you let me know, ok?” He says before leaning in to kiss your cheek. You smile and nod, all words leaving your brain. He laughs softly as he whispers how cute you are and he heads toward the door.

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[mobilerepairsandservices]

Why Ignoring a Cracked Phone Back Glass Can Be Costly

Smartphones have become more than just devices; they are indispensable tools for communication, work, and entertainment. However, with their sleek designs and delicate materials, phones are also prone to damage.

One of the most common issues users face is a cracked back glass. While it might seem like a minor inconvenience, ignoring it can lead to serious and often costly consequences.

Reduced Structural Integrity

The back glass of a smartphone is not just for aesthetics; it provides structural support. A cracked back glass compromises the device’s integrity, making it more susceptible to further damage. Even minor bumps or drops can cause more severe cracks, potentially affecting internal components like the motherboard or battery.

Risk of Water and Dust Ingress

Most modern smartphones come with water and dust resistance. However, a crack in the back glass creates a point of entry for water, dust, and debris. This can damage sensitive internal components, leading to costly repairs or even rendering the device unusable.

Impact on Wireless Charging

If your phone supports wireless charging, a cracked back glass can interfere with its functionality. The glass acts as a medium for efficient energy transfer. Damage to this area may result in slower charging, overheating, or a complete failure of the wireless charging feature.

Aesthetic and Resale Value

A cracked back glass significantly diminishes the aesthetic appeal of your phone. For those planning to upgrade or sell their device, the resale value will drop dramatically. Buyers are unlikely to pay a premium for a phone with visible damage, regardless of its internal performance.

Injury Risk

Cracked glass can be sharp. Using a phone with a damaged back glass increases the risk of cuts and injuries, especially if the cracks deepen over time or small shards begin to break off.

Increased Repair Costs Over Time

Delaying the repair of a cracked back glass can escalate repair costs. If water or dust damages internal components, you might end up replacing the entire device. Addressing the issue promptly can save you money in the long run.

What Should You Do?

If your phone’s back glass is cracked, it’s essential to address the issue immediately. Here are some steps to take:

Visit a Trusted Repair Shop Professional phone repair services like GR Phones specialize in backglass replacement. With high-quality parts and skilled technicians, they can restore your phone to its original state quickly and efficiently.

Use a Protective Case Until you can get the back glass repaired, use a sturdy protective case to prevent further damage and reduce the risk of injury.

Avoid Exposure to Water or Dust Keep your phone away from water and dusty environments to minimize the risk of internal damage.

Conclusion

Ignoring a cracked back glass might seem like a minor issue, but it can lead to significant problems, from reduced functionality to expensive repairs. Addressing the problem promptly not only saves you money but also extends the life of your device. If you’ve been putting off a repair, don’t wait any longer—contact GR Phones today for reliable and affordable back glass replacement services!

[doiefics]

work can wait for other days

pairing: baekhyun x afab!reader

prologue: what could possibly surprise baekhyun more than discovering you at work on a typical day, but well, he's a gangster

genre: gangster!baekhyun +  established relationship!au + fluff + crack

wordcount: 1,000

warnings: pregnancy + very slight violence

It was a typical Thursday, late in the morning. The commute was rather sluggish, but perhaps it was nothing compared to everyone's speed at work.

They were not to blame, for any exciting thing, no matter how small or big, was always distracting enough.

You see, the brainstorming process starts even before the work at hand is done and dusted, maybe like already drooling over that tiramisu for dessert when your plate barely has starters on it. 

For the majority of people, it was a Friday's worth of waiting, but you were just as impatient and eager—but not because it was the weekend.

As you obstinately paced up and down the waiting area, you were fairly certain that you were irking the receptionist.

However, everything came to an abrupt stop even before the train of your flawless thoughts could reach the first junction.

It was "pretty loud for a hospital." You said these things to yourself in a low voice as you joined the other human meerkats, their necks reaching as far as they could and their minds unusually interested.

Your senses lately appear to be much more perceptive. 

An array of about half a dozen black cars, quick in speed and quick to hit the breaks, creating those overwhelmingly annoying screeching sounds, were to be seen.

Accompanied by a ridiculous number of men, guns appeared like toys in whosr hands. The next thing you knew, the front glass at the hospital was shattered, and even though it was both chaotic and intimidating, you watched this without a look of worry on your face because you were used to witnessing similar happenings. 

"What is he doing over here?" You weren't concerned until now, noticing a strangely familiar face amid the towering, intimidating, strong males. 

Before he could even take off his charcoal black Ray Ban shades, more men were at the scene, dressed in suits and shining leather shoes, wrists with expensive timepieces, you see, like any of those other rich men.

"This wasn't needed, we already negotiated that with you." One of them started pleading and rubbing his hands in front of the Ray-Ban guy, but you knew him too well to be able to predict his next action. 

He sighed. Dramatically. 

"Would be a shame if some killings were to happen at a place like this." He cursed, rolling his eyes and glancing around the hospital. The receptionist, who was in the middle of making a phone call, suddenly halted the process at his gaze. He smirked.

Okay, now that was unnecessary. 

The next thing you knew, he rolled the sleeves of his fancy blue shirt as his men basically yeeted away the other ones. You were sure more drama would ensue inside the closed chambers. Cliche power scenes like those in the movies.

"You really had to be here today, idiot!" You blurted it out, quietly, but not quite for the man's ear to miss it. The man would have been furious and snarky after hearing what you blurted out, but it all vanished at the sight of you. Considering that he was in the middle of attending to business, he was equally as astonished to see you here. 

"Y/N?" He was perplexed. This was the time one could normally find you at work. 

"Don't tell me you broke your phone again." You shook your head as his hands traced to his pockets, finding nothing but a severely cracked iPhone.

He signalled his men, with a flick of his fingers to continue with whatever they were here for. His eyes shifted like those of a five-year-old who just destroyed a pricey vase with his football as he turned back to face you.

"Don't give me that look." The scary man was scared of you.

To get the two of you to a more peaceful location quickly, you grabbed hold of his wrist. If you didn't, it wouldn't be long before gossip-hungry eyes began their customary camera recordings and active involvement on online forums. Picking up what seemed like a report from one of the desks. You had waited long enough. 

"This isn't time for paperwork, why are you here?" The man was chatty as usual.

"I told you about this hospital and its trashy director last week, right? Tough time extracting my money back from him." He went on.

"I didn't want any guns involved in the first place." And he never stopped.

"Really has the balls to come and plead at my face when it has already been about-"

"Baekhyun can you not keep quiet for a second, at least?" In his habitual pout, he attempted to cram his head within the papers before you hastily closed them, overwhelmed with unfamiliar feelings.

"I just hope your children don't end up being as chatty as you are." You crossed your arms and made every effort to keep your face expressionless. 

"Family planning all of a sudden?" Baekhyun was confused, again.

"You might be a big scary gangster or something, but did someone ever tell you you're just as dumb." You laughed at his bumbling expression.

"Wait!" His mouth was hanging wide, and his eyes were sparkling from the bliss he was experiencing. He simply wanted to be sure, and he wanted to be sure so much. 

"Are we.." He stopped. "We're having a baby," As he drew his body nearer, his hands instinctively sought your stomach.

"Well, not just a baby." You raised your eyebrow. 

"We're having twins?" He was basically screaming out of sheer joy.

"We are definitely not going to be quiet, right, guys?" He said as he bent down, placing a quick peck on your tummy.

"Don't worry, Mumma, you're gonna love us either way." He winked, standing up again, this time closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours.

Yet another rackety thud was to be heard, business was being taken care of properly. Baekhyun took a quick glance at the side.

"Maybe work can wait for some other day." 

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[edupunkn00b]

On a Butterfly's Wing, Ch. 8: Navigating

Prev - Navigating - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 2448 - Rating: M - CW: implied past abuse, scars

Overruled Logan Sanders wakes to a world he could never imagine.

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Monday, August 19, 2024

A sharp pain at the back of Logan’s neck woke him, and the hand that moved automatically to massage away the fire crackled with an ache all its own. “Meus?” he groaned, feeling blindly at the bed beside him. “Jay? Are you—”

A rapid vibration at his wrist dragged him further into consciousness and he cracked open his eyes, the blurry light of his watch blinding in the dark room. He slapped the watch face and squinted at the time.

05:45 AM

“Wha…” Fiddling at the strap with stiff fingers—how had he forgotten to put it on its charger when he’d gone to bed?—he looked over his shoulder and came face to face with a large pillow. Abandoning the effort to remove his watch, he pushed up to see beyond the barrier. Soft golden curls peeked out from the blankets on the other side. “Aw, Pat…”

It had been years since the boy’s nightmares had stopped regularly driving him to their room in the middle of the night. Eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, he saw no evidence of either Janus or Remus in their bedroom. He must have slept through his husbands trading spots to make room for the boy. “Poor kid,” he whispered to himself, reaching out to stroke his hair. “Must’ve been a really bad night. I’m so sorry I slept thr—”

The bedroom door cracked open, the hallway light cutting a wedge of dim illumination across the carpet. Carpet? “Dad?” Patton whispered, poking his head inside.

Heart stuck in his throat, Logan froze, hand centimeters from the matching curly blonde hair splayed on the pillow next to him that most certainly did not belong to his son.

Patton tiptoed into the room and, after watching the figure next to him for a long moment, moved around to Logan’s side of the bed, crouching down to eye level. “It’s okay, Mom’s still asleep. Are you alright? I didn’t hear you up. I thought… Well…”

Klaxons blared in Logan’s head. Mom?

Logan couldn’t see Patton’s face in the dark, but the worry in his whispered voice dragged Logan’s thoughts away from the woman laying next to him.

“I—I am… awake.” Logan swallowed and squinted again at his watch.

Patton’s grip tightened on his sleeve—what was he wearing? Where were Janus and Remus? Who the hell was in his bed? Why did Patton call her ‘Mom?’ Questions piled up, snagging in his mind’s gears until a tremor in Patton’s hands yanked him back.

“Dad?” he whispered again.

Logan took a slow breath and nodded in the dark. “I am a little groggy,” he half-fibbed and stroked Patton’s hand. “Once I get moving, I will be all right.” And maybe then he could figure out what the fuck was going on.

After a long moment, Logan felt Patton's nod in the dark. “Okay… See you downstairs in a few?”

“Yes. I will be right down.”

The sooner he got away from the stranger in his bed, the sooner he could think.

Patton squeezed his arm one more time before effortlessly making his way through the darkened space back to the hallway. He closed the door with barely a click, plunging the bedroom into full darkness.

Logan slid out of the bed, fumbling on the nightstand for his eyeglasses. They were gone, the surface bare save for an half-filled water glass. No charging dock, no phone, no book. And no glasses. Even the nightstand felt… off. Lower to the ground and smaller.

He found the catch to a drawer and pulled it open, feeling inside. His fingers closed on an eyeglass case and brushed over a worn bookcover. He pulled both out and slid the frames onto his face before checking his watch. The glowing face had perfect clarity. These were his glasses, but…

Get out of this room and get downstairs.

But he still didn’t know where his phone had gone. Clutching the book to his chest, he stood and felt a solid weight in his pocket. He reached inside and pulled out a battered, early model iPhone.

He nearly dropped it when the unfamiliar phone unlocked with his fingerprint.

Sleeping with his phone was foolish. Smothered under blankets or caught between his own body and the mattress, the likelihood of the battery overheating was great. It would run down the battery faster—Logan frowned at the gauge as it ticked down to 17%—and repeated nights would reduce the phone’s overall power capacity. He would never make a habit of this.

And yet… His worn pajama pants had a tiny divot where the phone had been wedged into the pocket night after night. And he’d felt no power cord on the—his?—nightstand. The presence of the book he was reading and his eyeglasses seemed to mark the nightstand as his and the phone…

A sigh came from the woman in his bed—Logan’s brain hurt at even the thought—and he froze, listening. But she slept on. Shaking away the rest of his questions, he refocused. He didn’t understand what was going on but he sure as hell wouldn’t figure it out standing here. What was certain was that Patton was waiting for him downstairs. Tucking the phone back into his pocket, he moved to the closet.

The majority of the rod was consumed with blouses and dresses. A few skirted suits and two longs racks of stilettos and pumps. At the far end, though, were a handful of mens’ dress shirts and slacks. Two belts on a small hanger. No ties. None in the bottom dresser, either, where he finally found boxers and dress socks. Grabbing the clothes, he slipped into the en suite bathroom and flicked on the light.

A different man stared back at Logan from the mirror.

It was him, he couldn’t deny that. Same eyes, same hair color. Same jaw and lips… The reflection in the mirror was undeniably him, but Logan didn’t recognize the creased forehead, the drawn mouth, the puffiness in his cheeks and under his chin. His arms and chest had atrophied and his shoulders sloped, a perpetual slouch. Dark shadows circled his eyes and dry, cracked lips frowned at him from his reflection.

And the scars.

Head tilted far to one side to better see his ear, Logan leaned closer until his eyes ached under the strain. A jagged, keloid scar showed where his earlobe had been torn and poorly healed. Another scar traced the curve of his temple and a third was hidden just under his jaw. He started to peel off his shirt and stared down at his hands. His left palm and insides of his fingers were taut and shiny, an old, old burn. Deckled scars lined his inner wrist, peeking beneath the edges of his watchband. And his right hand…

The cause of the ache in his right hand was now clear. Crooked, misshaped fingers throbbed as he struggled to completely straighten and flex them. Gently, he felt the bones through his skin, tracing lumpy, knotty cracks, fractures healed before they were properly set.

He’d last seen injuries like this… Unbidden, Logan’s eyes trailed back to the door and the stranger sleeping in his bed. He shivered. Logan had last seen injuries like this in a pro bono DV case.

Logan dressed quickly and hurried downstairs before he’d left Patton alone any longer.

He had to get his son the hell out of there.

Backpack already strapped on, Patton met him at the foot of the stairs.

The kitchen and entry were all in the same dull palette as upstairs, varying shades of flat millennial grey. He'd passed a few family portraits along the stairwell, and a large mirror stood just outside the front door. Several month’s worth of Real Simple and 425 magazines were stacked at one end of the coffee table, a thick commercial tome of architectural photography at the other.

He’d yet to spot a single bookcase, nor had he seen any art. No paintings, no sculptures, nothing.

The homey scent of fresh coffee and eggs lingered in the air, but the counter and dining room table were empty and pristine. It took a moment for Logan to register the thermoses Patton had tucked under one arm and the towel-wrapped packets in his hands.

“Ready?” he asked, grinning.

“Y—yes,” Logan nodded and looked at his watch again. August 19. “Patton… You don’t have school today, do you?” he asked before thinking better of it. Summer school exists and though it had been years since Pat had needed to re-take failed classes that didn’t mean…

Instead of another worried look, Patton only smiled brighter. “I have a sleepover at Jax’s after the library. They’re going to drop me off tomorrow afternoon when Mom’s—”

A muffled squeal followed by the rush of water through pipes from upstairs pulled both their gazes toward the ceiling. Juggling the food, Patton picked up a bulging canvas messenger bag from the hall and took out a set of keys from his own pocket before handing both to Logan. “Right on time,” he nodded and bounced down the hall to the front door, holding it open for Logan with another smile. Bright morning sunlight spilled over the floor. “It looks like it’s going to be a nice day.”

Logan stepped out onto a street he did not know.

Gone was his own narrow, tree-lined street filled with its cozy mix of one, two, and three-story homes and duplexes. No hiss of the city bus at the north end and the Capitol Hill streetcar at the south. Flags, flowers, dog walkers and joggers passing each other on the sidewalk… It was all just gone.

Instead, Logan was faced with a long, bland block of die-cut two-story houses. Each painted in one of three of the most boring versions of brown, orange, and green he could imagine, a tiny patch of yellowed grass cut across the fronts of each, valiantly fighting the summer’s sun. Ephemeral rainbows flickering in the sprinklers’ spray were the brightest spots of color on the entire block.

Wide driveways ate up most of the space in front of each house and the house from which he’d emerged was no different. Patton skipped past the shiny red BMW coupe closest to them and waited next to a more sensible—if much older—minivan. Looking down at the big H on the keys in his hand, Logan tapped the unlock icon and the door chirped.

After he climbed into the driver’s seat and turned on the engine, Logan’s phone connected with the car’s bluetooth. His watch buzzed again, a tiny map asking if he wanted to drive to Kirkland High School. He glanced out the window and caught the edge of a street sign. Kirkland Avenue NE.

Patton sat mostly still in the passenger seat, worrying his lip between his teeth. By this time of the morning, Patton would have ordinarily shown him five different memes from his group chat and described at least three ideas for his senior year film project. This morning? He was…

“Jax lives on 124th now,” he said, tapping the car’s navigation and pulling up an address from his phone’s contacts.

“Thank you,” Logan managed, biting back the instinct to ask for their last name. He himself seemed to be the only part of Patton’s morning that was out of the ordinary. He couldn’t worry the boy further with questions he should know the answer to.

Logan put the car in reverse and started the route.

“How’s your head?” Patton asked. He didn’t wait for Logan to answer before opening the console between them and pulling out a tiny tactical first aid kit. At the red light, Logan spotted butterfly bandages, several creams, even a small tube of vetbond.

There had been no pets in that house.

Patton tore open a foil packet of ibuprofen, then opened the taller thermos, passing first one than the other to Logan.

“Thank you,” he murmured, quickly swallowing the pills. “How—ah, thank you,” he repeated, letting the green light interrupt his fumbling words.

Following the car’s navigation, Logan turned left. It was only then that Patton sank back into his seat and unwrapped one of the breakfast packets he carried. Humming to himself, he took a big bite. “I added extra mushrooms and spinach to yours, too,” he said after a few chews.

The return of Patton’s softer smile loosened the knot growing in Logan’s chest and he nodded. “Thank you, that sounds wonderful.” Logan’s stomach grumbled of its own accord and Patton giggled before taking another bite.

“Oh,” he said, mouth half-full. “I didn’t tell you yet! I talked to Mr. Hopkins like you suggested. We’re doing Cabaret in the fall!”

“You are?” Controlled by decade-old muscle memory, Logan passed him a napkin from the center console.

Patton accepted the napkin and nodded. “Yeah! Hopkins said we’d hafta adapt it a little but he’s sending out emails next week.” The car slowed to a stop at a red light. “Send it to your work email, right?”

Logan glanced down at the steering wheel, gripped between his scarred left hand and a gnarled, crooked right hand. Ripped from the almost-ordinary morning conversation with his son, Logan nodded. “That would be best.”

The light changed and the car’s navigation beeped as he passed through the intersection. Jax’s house was rapidly approaching. Patton wrapped up the remains of his egg sandwich and tightened the cap on his own thermos. Once Logan pulled over, Patton gave him a half-hug and grinned. “See you tomorrow after she leaves for Dublin!”

He clambered out of the car and up the steps to Jax’s door before Logan could figure out how to respond.

Logan sat in the car for a long moment, debating following Patton up the path. He could make some excuse, sit with Jax’s parents, see what he could learn. This had gone on too long to be a mere nightmare.

Copying Remus’ trick, one he ordinarily discouraged, Logan pinched the back of his hand until the bit of flesh grew pale and stung. The minivan remained around him, the winding suburban street sprawled outside the windshield.

Whatever this was, it was no nightmare. No delusion.

As he wondered what to do next, Logan’s watch decided for him with another buzz.

Drive time to work: 23 minutes

He tapped to bring up navigation on his phone. It would take him to the QLaw offices in Seattle. Putting the car in drive, Logan pulled in a deep breath and nodded.

At least some things hadn't changed.

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ran haitani x spoiled gf

nothing..just some ran headcanons

ran haitani who doesn’t even try to hide the fact that hes staring at you while being behind the wheel of his bugatti la voiture noire.

ran haitani whose eyes glance from the street infront of his eyes to you. he practically undress you with them anytime theres a red light as his left hand grips the steering wheel whilst his right hand caresses your plush thighs. 

y/n who has to constantly remind ran to focus on the road as he keeps losing focus due to y/n quite literally seducing him without even knowing it.

y/n who constantly runs up ran’s bank card almost every day without a care in the world ? why should she care ? her boyfriend is ran haitani for fucks sake !!

y/n who puts her pretty feet painted white on ran’s dashboard as she mindlessly scrolls on instagram.

“rannn, do you think this would look good on me ?” you ask as you show the older haitani the most basic dress ever with a big smile plastered over your face.

“baby..that dress is so plain and simple for $2000.” he chuckles as he eyes the short black wool and silk dior dress on your cracked iphone 14 pro max. “and when did you crack your phone love ? i just bought it two months ago.”

you huff and pout as you lean back into the black seat of his luxury car. “so you’re saying it’d be ugly on me ?” you roll your eyes and continue, “and its the screen protector idiot.”

“i didnt say that love, anything looks good on you. i just dont think its worth that price.” ran mutters.

“whatever ran, im still going to buy it” you roll your eyes again while putting the dress in your cart, along with the DIOR ADDICT LIP GLOW OIL and some simple red bottom heels to match the dress. 

ran haitani who would definitely buy his girlfriend skims okay ?

you never have any luck with skims drops, as if anyone ever does. so you find yourself constantly complaining to ran about how what you want is never in stock or everything being sold out before you can even get to it. honestly, you weren’t TELLING ran to buy you skims, you were just complaining about the unfortunate situation thats been happening for months and months with each drop.  so when you and ran haitani left another bonten meeting at a bonten owned club, he told you about how he had a surprise awaiting you at your shared penthouse.

a series of “rannnn, what is it ? will you tell me please ?” flooded his ears during the car ride home that he simply smiled and answered with a simple “you’ll see.”

uppon arrival you see two large delivery boxes sitting upon the doorstep and you question what it could be. ran carries them inside with ease. ran removes his shoes after taking the boxes inside and tells you to sit infront of him and open the packages. you look at him with a puzzled face but nonetheless, you open the first box.

anticipation kills you as you remove the loads of packing peanuts and tissue to finally see a clear bag that says “SKIMS” on it and you almost pass out. 

“babeee” you look at him with puppydog eyes “did you really ? is all of this for me” you look at him as hes pouring some tequila into a clear glass with a cigarette between his lips. he looks at you, winks, and tells you to try everything on for him. of course, the first set you try on for him is the “fits everybody micro thong” and the “fits everybody micro triangle barlette.”

hi pookies, first post ig :3 this is the first “fanfic” i’ve written ig (?) lmk how i did and should i write a nsfw part 2 ? idk !! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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explaining Hetalia character badly: highschool edition

Honestly this is prob just gonna be "if Hetlaia was MHA" but bigger and mixed with some American archtypes lol....just imagine they're in some weird highschool anime!

this is the same format as my Family Reunion explaining post. i'm just make this a tag.

again- ALL HEADCANON CRACK! FOR FUN! :D

also not affiliated with W Academy!

Germany: Class Prez. Who you watched struggle with the milk carton from the cafeteria. And the vending machine dispenser.

N. Italy: The class idiot. Every good class has one, you don't know how they're here but OH GOSH WHEN DID HE LEARN TO USE A SCYTHE LIKE THAT-

S. Italy: The one in the back of the class that gets surprisingly decent grades but also has a potty mouth. You know who I'm talking about.

America: Thinks he's the main character.

Canada: Knows he's not the main character.

Estonia: Is the main character and doesn't realize it until he realizes he's in a love triangle, keeps adopting random animals off the street, has an archnemesis that actively tries to murder him, and somehow survives things he definitely shouldn't have survived.

Lithuania: The one with the highest GPA but everyone thought he was a delinquent.

Latvia: The one with the second-highest GPA that everyone knows is a delinquent. Mostly because he was selling test answers out of the janitor's closet.

Russia: The school bully every good school has.

Belarus: The popular girl every school has that can't decide if she likes the "main character" or not.

China: The guy that acts like he's actually 70 and not 17.

Japan: The quiet kid that knows everyone's dark secrets.

France: Of course he's the obligatory French dude in the Japanese anime. Actually what's up with that? Seriously, all the big amines have either a French guy or a super short person (the best ones have both)....

Lichenstein: She's the short one.

Switzerland: Aaaaaand there's the one in the corrner of the cafeteria scheming how to make the most out of the Job Fair.

Austria: That one weird kid that's got a full ride to Juliard and is the reason why your underfunded school has a MUSIC ROOM, HUH-

England: The guy that somehow got himself class monitor, and does a mostly decent job. Unless you ask him about That Clique.

The Clique: aka, the jocks who miiiight also bully the class monitor by flaunting popularity points a little. Just a little. -Denmark: Clique ringleader, acts friendly with everyone so he's popular but you KNOW you're not getting in on the real action unless he invites you to one of his legendary house parties.

-Norway: Clique leader's second in command who's some introvert the clique leader got attached to. Y'know, as extroverts are required to do. Usually has his face in his phone.

-Finland: Popular on his own, the one person in the clique who doesn't understand that in a clique you generally don't socialize outside the clique. Is the reason the main character gets character development through a house party halfway through the series.

-Sweden: That one jock in the group who looks like a jock, talks like a jock, sometimes acts like a jock, but has the highest GPA out of all of the jocks. He's the one that knows Genovia's official fruit but not the name of the fictional kingdom, if you've seen the meme.

-Iceland: Someone's brother who got absorbed into the clique.

Hungary: The girl campaigning that everyone should do the same kind of pushups, that girls can compete with guys and making presentations on the gender gaps in atheltics. Ofc she's the jock that falls in love with the nerd (Austria).

Ukraine: Bakes everyone treats

Netherlands: Bakes everyone treats but makes everyone pay for them

Luxenberg: Your obligatory rich kid., riding to school in Gucci glasses, a Mercedez-Benz, and a jacket with a high-end brand splashed across the pocket. Also has the latest iPhone.

Belgium: Student council rep, joined fifty clubs.

Greece: He shows up, but usually late, with Starbucks, and sleeps through class.

Romania: He shows up every other day, and bribes the class monitor to mark him present. Does show up for Halloween though.

Bulgaria: You show up?

Spain: Complains about the cafeteria food to anyone who will listen.

Australia: Resident jock #1

Cameron: Resident jock #2

Cuba: Resident jock #3

Portugal: Don't mind him he's in a goth phase. The skulls lining his locker will pass. Probably.

Seychelles: The one that secretly brought all the girls flowers from the fundraiser during Valentine's Week despite not knowing what the fundraiser was for.

Poland: The one on the student council who is the reason everyone is wearing couple outfits for School Spirit Week and the theatre club is doing Legally Blonde.

India: The guy who everyone asks to copy his homework because he sure isn't the most popular but damn does he actually know what's going on.

Turkey: The guy that tried to punch a guy, got punched, then turned around and punched the other guy's bullies. Basically he's That Kid That Got Detention For Trying To Be Helpful, though he did start the fight sooooooo

Egypt: Recorded the fight. For historic purposes of course.

idk i ran out of ideas i'm gonna sleep and fix this if i remember who i was gonna put where lol