Ended up writing enough Fics to compile them together into one post. Hope to expand this more cause Adam Driver’s characters are just simply hard to resist. Enjoy!
“I thought I don’t have any kinks, but I’m not so sure about that anymore.” (Adam Driver)
this one has been sitting in my drafts for way too long and i guess now that TROS is out its the perfect time to post it!
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“But you can’t blame me if I don’t like it, alright?” you warn Adam, making yourself comfortable on the couch, waiting for him bring the popcorn and start the movie. He chuckles shaking his head at you, pouring the popcorn into the bowl.
“You don’t have to like it. I just thought you might want to see the whole ass popular trilogy your boyfriend plays in,” he shrugs and walks over to you, handing the bowl to you as he takes a seat on the couch, taking your legs to his lap, reaching for the remote.
“I’m kind of sick of all the comments I get when I tell people I haven’t seen Star Wars,” you grimace to yourself, thinking about how irritating it is every time to hear the same thing. You had no intention seeing the movies before meeting Adam, and since you’ve been with him, you were perfectly fine without them still, but everyone kept bugging you, telling you how ridiculous it is that you are literally dating Kylo Ren himself, and have not seen the movies. Adam was never that keen on making you watch them, but it just randomly came up the other day and you decided it’s time to give in.
“So now is the chance, baby,” he grins leaning down and kissing you before finally starting the movie.
Originally you two were planning on watching only the first sequel movie, but you ended up so excited about the story that you managed to watch the second and third one as well, finishing your movie night at almost three am, leaving you completely shattered and in pieces that you don’t get to see the third movie, since it’s still in the movies.
“So, how did you like it?” he turns to you pecking your lip as he gets up and grabbing the now empty bowl from the table he heads into the kitchen. You look after him with raised eyebrows, pushing yourself up on the couch.
“I thought I don’t have any kinks, but I’m not so sure about that anymore.”
Adam starts laughing at your comment, his head falling back before he looks back at you over the counter.
“And what is that kink exactly?”
“You being a supreme leader, doing all this… dark shit. Damn, why haven’t you told me you look this hot as a bad guy?”
Standing up you join him in the kitchen, sitting up to the counter while he does the dishes with an absent-minded smile on his face.
“I’ve been trying to make you see the movies for a long time, but you didn’t want to.”
“Because I didn’t like all the hype about it,” you point out. “But I guess I can understand it now.”
“Oh yeah?” he chuckles as he dries his hands off once he is finished. Stepping in front of you he stands between your thighs, his large hands sliding to your waist as you rest your hands on his broad shoulders.
“Yes, but Ben solo deserves allthe hype, I admit,” you grin at him and that smile on his lips, it’s your favorite, it only appears when you talk about his performances. He is very shy about them, but hearing your thoughts always touches him.
“So, you know, that scene where you two touch fingers was really hot, but I can think of things that are way hotter and you could do them to me,” you prompt with an innocent looking gaze as you tilt your head to the side, biting into your bottom lip.
“What’s hotter than that? I guess the kiss was,” he thinks to himself obviously as a joke, making you laugh.
“It wasn’t, because it wasn’t with me,” you state matter-of-factly, making him chuckle. “But I’ll show you what is, don’t worry. Let’s move this to the bedroom,” you mumble leaning closer, so your lips linger over his.
You were planning on hopping off the counter, but instead, he grabs you by your thighs lifting you up and heading into the bedroom with you in his arms. Your legs curl around his waist, kissing him wherever you reach, ready to teach him what else there is beyond touching fingers.
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prompt: you and adam meet on the red carpet for his new Star Wars movie. and a love connection bubbles up.
warnings: lots of fluff
you felt a sudden stop when your limo pulled up to the red carpet. the lights of cameras flooded your windows and you couldn’t help but stare out of it adoringly. this was your first red carpet, and you were so excited to be here. you were one of the resistance pilot fighters in the movie, and you got a spot on the carpet. you hear the door handle click open and you see a man open the door, a grin appears on your face, and you step out of the door. loud screams from fans overflow your hearing, causing your smile to grow wider.
you walk towards the interviewers and stop when a woman calls your name, she smiles at you, “wow y/n, it’s so great to see you”. you laugh softly, “it’s great to see you too”. you and the interviewer talk about the movie, your favorite Star Wars characters, and food. you say goodbye and walk to the next interviewer, until you feel a body bump into you. you look up to see the adam driver smiling down at you. “sorry dear, i didn’t see you there,” his deep voice causes you to blush. “I-It’s okay, I’m a big fan,” you exaggerate the big fan part. he was one of your favorite actors, and you couldn’t believe you were talking to him.
he snickers quietly, “well thank you for being a fan. what’s your name?”. you tuck your hair behind your ear, “it’s y/n”. “wow, that’s a lovely name,” he responds. “thank you,” your cheeks tint a rosey pink and you feel a hand tug your arm. you look down to see adam’s hand on your wrist, as he pulls you away from the interviewing station. “w-where are we going,” you whisper confusingly. “away from people,” he walks you over to a corner and rests against the wall. “sorry, i just wanted to talk to you privately,” you grin softly at him, “it’s okay”. he giggles softly making your heart burst, and you start playing with your fingers. he asks you about what scenes you are in and each other’s family.
adams voice was interrupted with a loud voice on the speakers calling the actors to come for the movie showing. “We have to go,” adam annouces and you sigh softly. “I’ll see you later yes?” he looks down at you for an answer. “Yes I’ll see you later,” you giggle and walk away to meet up with your manager. she walks you to the doors of the theater, and your eyes widen as you see all the famous people in there. names of people were printed on the seats, and you searched for your name.
the first one on the row was oscor isaac, then john boyega, daisy ridley, and finally adam’s seat. you look at his and let out a squeak, because your seat was right next to his. you slowly walk past the actors and take a seat. you hear soft whispers and you look over to see adam squeezing past his friends. he looks at you and his face seems to light up. “wow y/n, i didn’t think i would be sitting next to you”. you blush and smile softly, “i know it’s crazy,” you both giggle and he sits down. the movie begins to start, and the feeling of excitement runs through your body.
its been the first 20 minutes of the movie and you already felt yourself falling more in love with it. you laugh at one of the scenes and your hand falls onto the arm rest. you look over at adam and watch him, the glow in his eyes was adorable. you look back at the screen and his eyes instantly go to you. he notices your hand and he can’t help but slowly reach for it. you feel his eyes burning into the side of your face which caused your cheeks to turn red. you feel his finger tips touch yours and you flip your palm over and his fingers begin to trace around your palm. your eyes were still stuck to this screen just like his, and his hand continued to touch yours.
your fingers start to intertwine and you look over to seen him already staring at you. you blush as your eyes meet his and he gives you a sweet lopsided grin. you face the screen again and can’t keep the smile from showing on your face. the movie was coming to an end and you and adams hands stayed intertwined throughout the whole thing. the screen started to role the credits and the theater erupted in applause. everyone stands up and hugs each other, you lean over to your friend who was in the movie on your right and give her one. you then turn to your left and see adam turning around to look at you.
he gives you a soft grin and wraps his arms around your waist and yours go around his neck. his mouth is next to your ear and he mumbles, “meet me behind the theater in twenty minutes”. your cheeks are flushed and as you pull away you nod in agreement to his meeting. you walk around and say hello and congrats to everyone, giving hugs and kisses. it’s been almost twenty minutes so you say goodbye to everyone and head out. you pick up your dress with your hand and started walking around the corner. you see a black limo sitting there and stare at it confusingly, until the window rolls down and you see adams head pop out of it. you giggle at him as he beckons you over to the car.
you open the door and slide in next to him, your thigh rubbing against his, “hello,” you smile at him nicely. “hello dear,” he grabs your hand again and softly places it on his thigh, intertwined with his. you giggle softly at his actions and place your head on his shoulder. a comfortable silence is there throughout the ride to your house. the limo stops and you look outside to see your house, which caused you to click open your seat belt and open the door. you climb out and wait for adam to come out too, then shut the door. he places his hand on the bottom of your back and walks you up to the door. “it was amazing to meet you y/n, i had such a great night,” adam beamed down at you. “i had a great time too adam,” you push your hair behind your ear and blush at the floor. he places his hand under your chin and pulls it up.
you look into his eyes and he leans down and kisses you softly. his lips felt perfect against yours and you never wanted it to end. he pulls away slowly and rubs his thumb against your cheek. you bite your lip to hold back your smile but it seems to over power you. he hands you a piece of paper on it with his number, which you gladly take. “shoot me a text so i can take you out on a proper date,” he exclaims and you giggle at him. “will do adam, thank you,” you respond and lean forward and place another kiss on his lips. once you pull away you open the door and step inside and turn to look at him. “May the force be with you love,” you let out a loud laugh at his star wars reference and wave goodbye and shut the door. you instantly lean against it and let out a sigh mixed with a giggle, this night was absolutely perfect.
Request: flip zimmerman x black! female reader ?? it could be literally anything im just so desperate 😞💕 thank you if you do and even if you dont thanks for writing ! - @pastelhybristophiliac
Author’s Note: This man is a literal thirst quencher. So this fic did not take long to form. I did take some time to write it cause I wanted it to be as perfect as it possibly could be. Plus, my very first Black! Female Reader fic. Hope y’all enjoy!
Colorado Springs Police Department.
The sign just said it all.
Exhaling deeply, you began to walk towards the building. Your steps were slow, as if you were doubting yourself. And you could not help remembering the phone conversation you had with your friend Patrice an hour earlier.
“But Patrice! Why do I have to be the one to do it ?” You asked.
“Because you’re the one who saw it happen...” She said, “We can’t just let this go...” persuasion was strong in her voice.
“I know ...but-“
“Do you not want to go to the police Y/N?”
You paused. For she caught you there. “Maybe...” You began, as you twisted the phone chord “Can’t trust those pigs”
“Not all of them are...” Patrice said, “Ron isn’t a pig. And even his coworkers are nice”
You scoffed. “Maybe that’s cause they all know you through Ron”
“Just go will you” Sighing, you nodded to thin air. “Fine”
Unwilling to break the promise, there you were, walking towards the building. With another deep breath, you entered with a cause.
A man in uniform inquired upon seeing you in the hallway. Directed towards the Intelligence Division, you stood there confused in the hallway. You noticed his name tag: Sgt Trapp.
“Uh yes Sergeant...” you said softly, entering the room he gestured you into, “I’m here to see Ron Stallworth”
“Oh, I’m sorry but he’s not in today” Sergeant Trapp replied.
As you glanced upon the empty desk next to you, you realized he was right. Embarrassingly, you sighed heavily. But that realization came at a cost when there was a room full of men at work, possible detectives typing away reports in their typewriters. Yet now, they were all looking at you.
Except one particular person, who kept busy with his files.
All this staring made you quite uncomfortable. But being a black woman, this was nothing new.
“It’s just that...” you began “I was told to give a statement...” you continued, “... about the attacks that ...that happened last Friday” taking a deep breath, You added , “...during the Black Student Union meeting”
Suddenly, the sound of scribbles were stopped, and the occupied man looked up from his files. As you only saw his back, you could only notice the full head of raven locks that was filled with.
“Flip...” a grey haired man addressed the raven haired man, “...aren’t you working on that case too?” Standing up, Flip finally turned to face you.
“Yeah. Why don’t I-“ He paused, a few seconds upon seeing you, “...take...your statement” He said softly, his eyes never leaving your sight.
It had been a while since a man had left you with quite an impression. You thought you were so hard to please.
Until that very moment.
He was taller than the others in the room, almost gigantic. His dark blue flannel shirt along with the leather holsters complimented his wide shoulders perfectly. With his raven long hair elongating his face, you swore you were breathless.
And surprisingly, you weren’t intimidated by the room anymore.
“Flip Zimmerman...” he said in his deep, soothing voice, “Please. Take a seat” ushering you to Ron’s seat as the sergeant pulled it out for you.
“Thanks...” you replied, “Y/N Y/L/N”
Like a spell wearing off, the others quickly resumed working as Detective Flip Zimmerman took your statement.
His pace was comforting, you felt calm. You answered all questions with confidence and detail. But at the same time, you wondered how you were able to maintain that whenever he looked at you. You could tell he listened to you with intent. And whenever he was not jotting down notes, his eyes were always on you.
“...and just like that...they just ran off from there” you said, crossing your legs.
Reaching out to one of his files, Flip took out a photograph. “Did they happen to look like this?” He asked, showing it to you. In the effort to being polite, you merely leaned forward to look. Your eyes widened.
“Yeah! They’re the ones!” You replied with enthusiasm.
Snapping his fingers, Flip nodded. “Knew it!” He said, looking at his partner, “Jimmy, Ron was right...” he muttered softly.
Jimmy looked at you. “Okay...” he said, “Thank you Ma’am for coming in...I think we got all that we need”
“We did?”
“You did?”
Realizing you and Flip both inquired Jimmy in unison, you could not help but stifle a chuckle. And you hide it well. Clearing his throat, Flip began as he looked back at you.
“Yeah...we did” he said, standing up, “Thank you...Miss Y/L/N?”
Smiling warmly, you stood up in kind. “Yeah ...Miss Y/L/N...” You said, as you exited the room.
Smiles were abundant on your face as you walked out of the precinct, which was quite the contradiction compared to a few minutes before. Quite the interesting interaction it turned out to be. And you weren’t the only one to agree.
“Man...” Jimmy began, watching you walk out, “She is a beaut, huh?”
“Mmm...”
Flip merely acknowledged as he sat down. Looking at his partner, Jimmy was no fool to not notice.
“Well well...look who’s getting chummy now?” he said, inciting a chuckle out of Flip.
“Fuck you, Jimmy” he said while laughing, trying to hide his subtle blush.
“No really Flip...“ Jimmy teased, “I’ve never seen you like this...”
Days went by. And all was just as it should be. You carried on with everything.
Except, there was a new distraction in your head.
Detective Flip Zimmerman. The Flannel Giant.
The mere thought of him made you smile to yourself every single time. So much that sometimes you’d get in trouble when others asked you what was wrong.
“Y’all! she found herself a brother to love. All good!”
You’d smile shyly and cleverly move on to another conversation. You did not know how everyone would feel about you having a soft spot for a white man. Let alone a white police detective. But it wasn’t for you to choose. You couldn’t steer the heart. The heart steered you. And you did not mind.
The soapy bubbles covered your hand like a glove as you washed the dishes over the sink. The radio softly played in the living room on a Thursday afternoon.
The ring of the doorbell forced you to finish the washing with haste. You wondered if it was Patrice, needing a textbook for class. Wiping your hands with your apron, you opened the door, only to find yourself lose your breath.
For it was Flip Zimmerman standing there.
“Ms. Y/L/N” he said softly, giving a soft smile. You involuntarily smiled back.
“Hey” you breathed, “Wait! How did you know where I live?”
“You gave it to us...” Flip said, “When you came to the precinct”
“Oh...of course”you chuckled embarrassingly at your own carelessness, “Please...come in...”
You found it surprising how you just let him in without even asking the purpose. He was just that easygoing.
“I’m sorry about this I was Uh...washing dishes...” you said embarrassingly as you invited him to sit on the sofa.
“Yeah Hehe...I can tell...” Nodding, Flip chuckled, watching you toss away the apron and sit on the armchair across from him.
The detective had come bringing forth good news. The two perpetrators behind the attacks were indeed members of the organization. Thanks to your valuable information they were arrested and will be tried. A huge wave of relief washed over you upon hearing the news. You couldn’t help but clasp your hands together with happiness.
“Oh, Detective Zimmerman, this is just wonderful”
“Flip...” he corrected in an instant, “you can call me Flip”
“Okay...” you nodded, “Flip” you added with the sincerest form of affection.
With lips parted slightly, Flip nodded back. As if he was in mid contemplation.
“Anyways, Thank You very much for your cooperation Ms. Y/L/N”
Your heart sank upon hearing those words, when he stood up to leave.
“I-I’m so sorry I couldn’t even offer you a beverage” you said, standing up“You came all this way-”
“Oh no no...” shaking his head, the flannel giant responded, “I was in the neighborhood”
Unwillingly yet enslaved to politeness, you made your way towards the door.
With your grip on the handle, you knew this could be the last time you’ll ever see him again. The case was closed, faster than you imagined.
“Thanks do much for coming, Flip” you said, halfway opening the door.
“My pleasure, Ms. Y/L/N”
“It’s Y/N...” this time you took the opportunity to correct him.
“Y/N...”
His voice, you never heard it softer than you did just then. Standing merely inches away, he stood so tall before you. As your heartbeat began to quicken, as your cheeks started to burn, you knew the effect this man had on you was no joke. You did not want this to be the last time.
With the blink of an eye, his face seemed to appear centimeters away ,only to glue his lips on yours. And that was when you knew he felt the same.
The kiss was gentle. It was sweet and innocent. His facial hair sent shivers down your spine. But that just the first taste.
Lips were met once again for more experimentation, signaling your hand to push the door back and lock it tight.
The silent attraction that was developed between both parties from the first meeting seemed quite evident now.
Flip’s masculine hands made themselves home on your waist, moving behind to grab onto your buttocks. The way his hands felt you, made the white cotton of your short dress seem nonexistent when he pulled you closer to him.
Jumping into his arms felt effortless as he held you with ease. With your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck, you were comfortable as expected, body lines fitting with his like puzzle pieces.
The sounds of heavy breathing and kisses began to infuse with the soft sounds of the radio. Making himself comfortable on the couch, Flip was hospitable with you straddling him.
The kisses grew heated as his tongue caressed your own, deepening its connection and weakening you by the knees. Your moans echoed within him, urging you to hold him tightly by the collar. Indulging in pleasure, your body was naturally inclined to roll your hips against him.
But, all plans seemed to fly out the window when the telephone rang loudly, forcing both of you to pull away with surprise. Stretching out, you clumsily grabbed the phone.
“H-hello?”
“Y/N? It’s Patrice”
“Oh hey!” You greeted her breathlessly, keeping your balance as you held on to Flip.
There was a slight pause.
“You alright?” Patrice sounded serious as she inquired , “You sound weird”
“Yeah yeah I was just uh....dancing”
Covering the bottom half of the phone, you playfully slapped Flip on the shoulder in order to stop him from breaking into loud laughter.
“Oh...anyways, you coming tonight for the party-”
“I’m busy...” you cut her off, “Sorry Pat. Busy night tonight”
Finally hanging up, you blushed deeply upon seeing Flip‘s eyes that burned with desire. For there you were, with lips so swollen, straddling a man you barely knew oh so casually. Shyly, you allowed yourself to fall back on the couch next to him.
“Well...” Flip began, panting “this was-”
“....unexpected?-“ you guessed, panting alongside him.
“...Great...” clearing his throat, he revealed his final answer ”...this was really great”
Giggles erupted out of you in response , only to stop when he leaned towards you. Fully meaning well of what he just expressed, his lips greedily captured yours, enabling you to catch his scent easily while doing so.
“Bet your partner is wondering what’s taking ya so long to get back” you breathed into his lips, as he pulled away once again “Do you think he knows something’s up?”
“Maybe..” he said, staring at the wall ahead of him in thought. “Or maybe...with the case successfully solved, you invited me out for a drink....” Flip added, looking back at you, fueling inspiration, “...only if you wanted to-”
“I want to...” Your answer, it was so quick, so certain. And hearing his response was simply worth answering.
Request: ohhh my god that black! reader oneshot was,,, everything. it was truly amazing ! if youre ever in the mood to uhhh, do a little bit of adam sackler x black! reader fluff i would not be opposed. maybe hes trying to help her with her hair in the shower and is just,,, baffled by how long it takes? - @pastelhybristophiliac
Author’s Note: I had such an interesting experience writing this. Along with finding a new found respect for hair care, I loved exploring the fluffy Adam. Hope I did good. And hope y’all enjoy!
Steam surrounded the area as the pressurized hot water shot out from the shower head with promise.
Adjusting the temperature, you gingerly allowed your body to soak itself in the cascade. A hot shower soothed you always, and today was definitely a good day for your hair to be pampered.
“Someone’s up early...”
You smiled, for that voice always made you do so. Regardless of it’s tone, you fancied that voice to be around. This morning was indeed deep and captivating.
For it could be just one person to crash into your shower like that.
“I should say the same for you” you replied, whilst turning around to greet Adam Sackler, “G’morning...” you purred.
Standing under the shower head, the water began to dampen your coily, springy curls, dripping down your forehead and over your eyes. Wiping them, you managed to get a clear view of your boyfriend, gloriously naked, who took few steps over to place a long yet tender kiss on your lips. You loved the way his facial hair would caress your skin during. And while it was wet, it was even better.
“Fuck!”
He muttered under his breath, “This toothpaste is just the best” he said loudly, sniffing you while the shower head made him wet as well.
“Right?... it feels so nice and fresh in the morning “ you said, casually squirting out some shampoo on to your palm. In the blink of an eye the shampoo bottle disappeared when Adam grabbed it from your hand.
“Here...let me...”
He offered, scooping the already poured shampoo off your palm, admiring your wet curls. Amused, you smiled as you watched him stand confidently in front of you.
He was sloppy, and you were the least surprised, especially when you felt his hands apply the thick liquid on the outer layer of your hair. Merely rubbing it on the top, he moved his palm around robotically. As much as you wanted to snatch the bottle away from him, you stood there patiently, appreciative of the fact he was making an effort. He looked confused, you could tell.
“How the fuck do you do this exactly?”
He asked, concern quite evident in his voice, and unhappiness in his face. Making that your queue, you finally stepped up. Moving your hands over to your head, you gently pushed his hands away in order to demonstrate.
“You gotta...” you began, “...separate the hair... into sections, then put in the shampoo” applying whilst describing, you continued, “That’s when it goes in evenly...yeah like that” you said when Adam eagerly joined in. Quick learner he was, you realized, watching him apply it as you desired. The more sections he divided and applied, the more he realized how long this took.
“Then what ?”
Your adorable giant of a boyfriend asked, in mid-application.
“Then...” you moved sideways, gaining access to the shower head, “...you wash this off....and start with the conditioner”
“Oh, the usual then”
Too cute, you thought.
“No silly...” you chuckled, “Not really...” you said, still washing the hair, “...after putting the conditioner on, you gotta detangle the hair again”
“AGAIN?”
Adam asked, with wide eyes, “You detangle more than once?”
Nodding, you wiped the foam away from your face. “Yeah... before showering too”
“The fuck?” With his hands on his waist, he stood with furrowed brows, “How come I didn’t know about this before?”he asked, “We’ve showered together.”
“Yeah, but the last time we did, we were too busy fucking instead of showering” You laughed, scrunching your fully rinsed curls, watching Adam recalling the incident, “Now can’t exactly call that a shower, right?” You added.
“No we can’t” Laughing in return, he shook his head, “That was a good fuck though”.
The way his eyes burned, you could tell he savored the reminiscence. The way the flowing water made its way through your naked body with generosity certainly was a visual reminder for him.
“Yeah, it was...” you admitted softly, taking a deep breath with anticipation as you welcomed his hunger filled kiss.
His kisses were something you couldn’t resist, so you never bothered to play hard to get. Wherever he scooped you up to kiss you, it was perfect. Even mid hair wash. But the moment you felt his large hand over your abdomen, descending lower, you knew this would end up in square one all over again.
“Mmmm....” pulling away, you woke yourself from the spell, “Come on Sackler! Focus!” You chuckled, shaking him by the shoulders. Stubborn to the core, your boyfriend groaned in frustration.
“Okay...okay” You began, “Let me make this easy for you” you said, turning your back to him, “Better?”
“Definitely not” he sniggered, staring at your curvaceous buttocks, forcing you to burst out laughing.
“Adam!”
“I’m sorry...” laughing alongside you, he said, making you face him. As the laughter died down, you felt his hand gently cup your face “I’m sorry that I didn’t know about this stuff” he sounded sincere. Smiling warmly, you held on to his hand.
“It’s okay” you said, “Now you know” taking the conditioner bottle, “I’m not gonna sugarcoat this, but this is quite time consuming. So it’s gonna be hella boring, Adam” you continued, “...you can go if you like-”
“Not gonna happen...”
With a tone rife with certainty, Adam interrupted, “... I’m staying here” he said, gently taking the bottle from you “Let me keep you company” he said softly.
“Well...I like listening to you talk” you said, in mid thought while he attempted to apply conditioner on the edges of your hair, “Ooh!...you can practice your lines with me” With wide eyes filled with inspiration, you cried out.
Only to find him watching you with a love struck look in his eyes.
“What?” You inquired.
With no answer, Adam only pulled you in for a tight embrace.
“I’m gonna be there...every time you wash your hair from now on” he said, “...every time...”
The pressurized water may be hot enough that steam was created, but his words managed to warm your heart enough it even began to melt.
