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the phone hell meme

t h e PHONE HELL m e m e

Cell phones, eh? Sometimes they make your life easier-- and sometimes they make it harder.

#1: Texts From Last Night
#2: Damn you, Autocorrect
#3: Recipient Misfire
#4: Mix & Match
#5: Wildcard

Option One:
Texts From Last Night
You know the drill: RNG, or pick one that tickles your fancy. Post blank and let others text you about their night, or send out a mass text for anyone to reply to by posting a TFLN when you tag the post.

Option Two:
Damn You Autocorrect
We've all done it. Either sit and wait for other people's mistakes to come to you with a blank tag, or take the bull by the horns and make the first ~~move~~ mistake by posting an autocorrect error when you tag the post.

Option Three:
Recipient Misfire
It's just so easy to hit the wrong name in your phone, isn't it? Embarrassment city! ...But is that better or worse than manually inputting the number incorrectly and texting a complete stranger by mistake?

Option Four:
Mix & Match!
Let autocorrect fuck up the TFLN you're sending to the wrong person. Go nuts!

Option Five:
Do Whatever The Fuck You Want
You know what, if none of these ideas are good enough for you, your ass can come up with something else. I don't even care.

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On a not really funny at all but kinda brighter note I've gotten really good at texting in hand cuffs.

[A moment later.]

Wait. That-- I didn't mean to send that to you. Please ignore that.

[Why is 'Courfeyrac' so close to 'Cosette' on the contacts list?]

[ cosette bursts into a kind of astonished and nervous laughter, covering her mouth so her father won't demand to know who she is texting. ]

I'm afraid that is too big a bomb to have accidentally dropped via text...

It's not-- I mean. Hold on.

[There's another pause between texts in which he puts his face in his hands and tries to get a grip of his slightly tipsy thoughts.

Way to look smooth, Marius.]

Boys night out. Grantaire comes up with the absolute worse drinking games. I'm so sorry.

[ well, this would mark the first night cosette was drunk texted. it's a bonus that marius is the one sending them, really. she is oddly tickled by this and sits up in bed, replacing her book with a pillow to hug, phone in hand. ]

Ohh! I can hardly imagine what you're all doing right now. probably having a more exciting night than I am. :)

[That instantly takes his drunken mind to thoughts of what Cosette might be doing right now. Which runs the gamut from very chaste to making him blush.]

I don't know. I doubt that. I mean, it would be more exciting if you were here. Where are you?

...I promise I did not mean that to sound nearly as creepydemanding as it did.

[ insert mental keysmash here because cosette has made a dive under her covers to giggle uncontrollably. ]

I'm not exciting at all! I'm just in bed. [ a text which will probably have interesting repercussions that cosette does not realize just yet. ]

[aiuehfaejfiafioajfeojaf.

Marius needs to excuse himself from his friends because he's turning as red as that bloody mary he shouldn't have had.

That sounded very exciting to his vodka-addled brain. Unfortunately, he can't simply say that to her.]

Would you like company? In general! Not in bed. You could come out with us still, the night is young.

[ haha that's a cute thought, marius. shame that her dad is onto you and your intentions and it was bold enough for her to slip him her phone number. and she couldn't lie to good old dad either. :( so.

creative thinking is called for. ]

I don't think I should intrude on boys night. But... maybe you can visit before you go home? I'll keep my window open.

[Well, then he'll have to make an early exit. He has his wits about him enough climb a pipe, he figures.]

I'll be right there. Now? Is now good?

[ oh, lord in heaven, forgive her for this one indiscretion but this boy has her smitten, and she wants to see him. carpe diem, right? when was the last time she has felt this thrilled? ]

Now is just perfect.

[ time to at least throw on some leggings, hide the slippers, etc. what is she even doing?? ]

[He really shouldn't be abandoning his friend's without so much as a moment's notice, but--

But how could he possibly help it? The moments he got to see her were so rare, and fueled by drink?

He was already rushing to get his coat, his typing suffering for it.]

You'r perfekt. I'll b rite there.

[ subtly, she turns up the calming instrumental tunes, though dad should be fast asleep by now. he seems to turn in earlier nowadays. (and just as well. he needs his rest.)

opening the windows, she beams her smile into the night before continuing to flit about her room. tidying, checking her hair, sitting, checking her hair again. she doesn't normally check so often but. well. ]

[It takes Marius fifteen minutes; five on foot and ten when he decides to hail the cab; to get to Cosette's home. As usual, the rather high wrought iron gate proves tricky, but he's able to find a space in between two bars that he fits through. Granted, now he's drunk and covered in the remains of vines, but all right.

When he gets to her window he bites his lip and, thinking it best not to alarm her, takes out his phone again and types to her; 'I'm here. Can I climb up now?']

[ cosette bites her lip nervously and stands, eyes on the gauzy curtains across the room which flap lazily in the breeze.

'yes. all is clear.' is her quick response before she sets her phone on her nightstand. quickly, she wipes her hands on the front of her blue cotton nightdress and tugs slightly at the grey leggings. nervous. ]

[Marius briefly ponders whether or not this qualifies as romantic or stalker-y before steeling himself up with a sniff and a wetting of the lips and grabbing on to the nearest pipe. It's only one floor up, so even in a compromised state he can manage the climb; it isn't long before an arm is in Cosette's window, followed by another, hoisting the body after it.

He'd have liked to land more gracefully than in a heap, but a heap is what he manages as he gets in. Sitting on her floor, rubbing at a banged elbow, he'd look up and gave a lazy smile-- that more or less turned electric at the sight of her.

How did she manage to be so beautiful, even just in getting ready for bed?]

Hullo.

[ oh, goodness. she hurries to the window when she sees his arm appear, then the rest of him. and as he tumbles in, she tries to steady him, sinking to her knees on the rug with arms extended to soften the fall. and once he's in, she smiles shyly and tucks her feet under herself.

how simple it was, planning this encounter. the difficult part is finding words in person. ]

Marius, [ she breathes with a soft laugh to follow. ] Are you okay?

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[It's difficult, whilst drunk, to focus on more than one thing at a time. That he even manages to hear Cosette's words or feel the sting in his elbow over the all-consuming sight of her is amazing within itself.

That he manage a reply, therefore, is asking quite a bit of him. Still, he gives a smile, an embarrassed laugh and finally, a beat late, bobbles his head into a nod.]

Oh. Yes-- I'm fine. Now that I'm here, I'm fine.

[Perhaps other men would find him cheesy, or cliche. His friends certainly do. But his words to her are always earnest.

Setting his hand away from his elbow, he went to put it over one of hers instead, smile growing.]

My God, but being here is an improvement over being in handcuffs down at the pub. You've saved me, surely.

[ honestly. his very touch warms her, a blush spreading from her cheeks down to her neck. it isn't as if they have never held hands before but one must acknowledge the sparks that formed between them when they were mere strangers. and though she still does not know him quite well, cosette somehow feels very... familiar with him.

she squeezes his hand once she's turned hers over, palm to his palm. closeness at last. ]

What in the world were they trying to do to you? I mean, it must be in good fun, though I probably wouldn't enjoy being cuffed.

[He has to look down, to force a laugh, going red himself. Perhaps he shouldn't have brought it up to her; he'd not like her to think badly of him, especially knowing they had so few impressions to go upon. It was very difficult to measure up to perfection, though.

Taking a moment to just look at their hands entwined, feeling how right that little intimacy was, he pressed on sheepishly,]

Oh... I'm not sure I'd call it 'good' fun. It's an awful little game of dares that usually involves attempts at-- well. You know.

[Clearing his throat,] The point of alcohol usually being to ease relations between-- well.

[Why was there no good way of saying this?] A game in which men and women are paired up and either do the dare at hand, or face a punishment picked out by whoever is in charge that round.

[Ever since he'd first seen Cosette? He was rather a faavourite in that drinking game, as his persistant refusals often led to rather compromising punishments. His friends were harmless, really; but they did like their doses of brotherly humiliation.]

[ unfortunately, cosette has never played such a game of dares. she wouldn't dare think the worst of him, but if they're anything like what she's seen or read, well.

she colors again, though the initial blush never truly faded in the first place. ]

O-oh.

[ her blue eyes widen at the more vivid visual filling her head and she quickly glances away from him with lips still shaped in an 'o.' ]

[Realizing how that must sound, even through the relative stupor of forced shots, his second hand finds her first and encloses around it, both giving hers a soft squeeze, suddenly more deeply embarrassed than before.]

But you shouldn't think that I'd-- well, that is to say.

There's a reason I've gotten very good at typing in the cuffs. I'd never take one of those dares, Cosette. You know that, don't you?

[Rather the opposite, much to the unending amusement of his friends. After all; being a hopeless romantic was hilarious enough to the modern male. But being a hopeless romantic who wouldn't give a pretty girl a quick kiss because another, more perfect girl had given you her number some days ago? They couldn't get over that.]

[ well, that seems almost unbelievable but cosette is someone of formidable faith in those she cares about deeply. and it might seem utterly ridiculous to care so much about someone she's seen around for over a year without actually speaking to him for maybe nine months (don't most girls her age have more sense?), cosette will favor sentiment and feeling over logic this time.

and besides, when he takes her hand in such a manner, how could she not? ]

Of course, Marius. Your friends only want to tease you. About me, I think?

[ she looks ever so slightly mischievous when she asks the next question. ] How drunk are you?

cosette | les miserables (modern au bookverse)

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