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illusioninfnty · 6 months

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day 20 ; cock worship

↠ rafe cameron x reader

fandom: outer banks word count: 1.5k warnings: nsfw 18+, lots of dirty talk, mean!rafe, degradation, intoxicated sex, blowjob, possessiveness, maybe ooc rafe bc i have not actually seen the show

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It was no secret to your closest friends that whenever you drank at parties, you got really horny. Go figure that out of all of your insanely wild friends, you would be the one who gets utterly humiliated by grinding up on random people. It was why you always volunteered to be the designated driver. Yet you couldn’t help but admit that the payoff was sometimes worth it.

But of course, one can never say no to Rafe Cameron. Your boyfriend had yet to see what you were like when you were drunk, and that only happened once he convinced one of your friends to steal your keys and give you more than a single drink.

“You taste so good, baby,” you whisper in Rafe’s ear, craning your neck to reach. The party at Topper’s house was probably at its peak, people from all over the island swarming the house in droves. But you don’t care about anyone else right now. You press sloppy kisses on your boyfriend’s neck, sucking hickeys in certain spots. Your hands run down his sides, stopping at his ass to give it a squeeze.

It was clear that your boyfriend also had quite a bit to drink, his cheeks were flushed and his always tense body had relaxed ever so slightly.

As your kisses get more heated and you begin to grind on him, Rafe raises an eyebrow and looks down at you, removing your wandering hands from his bottom and placing them higher on his waist.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Your hands turn their focus to his chest, caressing it, and you look up at him with slow blinks as a sly smirk crosses your face.

“Hopefully you, later.”

Rafe’s eyes narrow at your comment, and he lets out a faint laugh. He pushes against you until your body is up against a kitchen cabinet away from most of the other party guests.

“You're acting like a little slut today, aren’t you?” He grasps you by the chin, forcing your gaze onto him. With his other hand he presses into your hip bone, forcing them to still. You whine at the loss of contact.

Perceptive as ever, Rafe notices your problem and sighs mockingly. “Guess I’m gonna have to treat you like one too.”

He pulls you out of the kitchen and up the staircase, ignoring the hoots and hollers of those who notice you two leaving.

He tugs you into the first room you come across—a bedroom, no surprise. It’s definitely not Topper's; the setup and color scheme is a simple pale beige, much too classy for a guy like him.

Rafe shuts the door behind you as you go to grab his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He stops you, grasping the back of your head to restrain you.

“Baby,” you draw out as you lock your fingers behind his neck. “Let me make you feel good.” He shakes his head at your failed attempt to appease him.

“If you really want to make me feel good, then get on your knees.”

You eagerly comply.

Now eye level with his crotch, you can see the tent that was straining against his shorts. Without being prompted to, you push him down onto the bed as you begin to undo the button and zip on his cargo shorts and tear down his boxers. His hard cock bounces from its confines and you grasp it, practically drooling at the sight. Precum is already beading at the head, and you press a finger to it, pulling away to see it follow you in a long strand. Rafe moves his hand to the back of your head, guiding your motions.

“I’ve missed your cock,” you moan out. You trail kisses up and down the length, mimicking what you were doing to your boyfriend’s neck just minutes ago. Rafe hisses above you with the sudden contact, and you squeeze him ever so slightly. Your other hand trails to his balls, fondling them. “I’ve been missing these, too.”

Rafe’s hips jerk involuntarily. “Fuck baby, you’re always so good to me. You love my cock, don’t you?” As you glance up at him, you see that his eyes are already on you. They darken as they meet your own, and you could feel your cheeks heating up with the intensity of his stare. The sight of your boyfriend’s enjoyment makes you only want to pleasure him harder.

“I do,” you coo, giving the head of his cock a single, long lick, flattening your tongue on the surface. He groans and the grip he has on your hair tightens.

The sensation has your heart racing, and you moan loudly against Rafe’s cock, catching his attention. He sneers at you from above.

“I bet you’re fucking soaked down there, huh? Am I gonna feel your pussy all wet if I stick my fingers in it?”

Your pussy throbs at his demeaning words, begging for attention. But all that matters to you right now is Rafe, so you hum in agreement at his words and focus on his length.

“Don’t care about that right now.” Your words begin to slur, practically cock drunk as you nuzzle into him. “Only care about you.”

That sends him into a spiral. His nostrils flare and he slaps his cock against your cheek, keeping your head in place.

You chase his warmth, hands touching whatever they can with your limited sight. His balls feel heavy in your hand, and you so desperately wished that Rafe would let you do more than just touch.

He pulls you away from his cock and tilts your head up. He’s panting as much as you are, the red in his cheeks harsher than before. His arousal practically mirrors your own, and the thought of how much he wanted you in that moment makes your body ache all over.

“Get to sucking, slut.”

Your wish is finally granted and you enthusiastically swallow his cock, gagging on the long shaft in the process. Your throat burns and your eyes water, but all you can think about is the heaviness of it on your tongue, the salty precum coating the inside of your mouth. Your vision goes blurry from the tears that leave your eyes yet you can only moan at the feeling of it.

“Feel so good, babe.” Rafe’s praise is surprising and it causes you to suck him harder, taking him deeper into your throat. He hisses at the sensation. “This mouth was made for me. It’s all mine, right?”

You release him with a pop to answer him. “Only yours, Rafe.”

His eyes narrow and a dark chuckle leaves his lips. “Say it again.”

Your heart is racing in your chest and your pussy aches with need. You thrust in the air against nothing, silently begging for some sort of release. Rafe’s words stir up carnal need within you.

“Only yours!”

“Better fucking be.”

He jerks his hips back up and you take him in your mouth again. You bob up and down his shaft furiously, desperate to give him some pleasure. The remaining length that doesn’t fit in your mouth is taken into your hands, fondled and stroked as your full attention remains on his cock.

There isn’t a single part of Rafe that isn’t being worshiped by you. Drool leaves your mouth as you hum against his cock, refusing to let it go. It feels hot in your mouth and you try to take it even deeper, your gag reflex mildly suppressed by the amount of times you’ve already tried this with him.

“Fuck yeah,” he jeered. “My little cock whore has to get her whole fill, ain’t that right?”

You whimper instinctually, the possessive growl in his voice practically making a puddle form beneath you. Rafe’s words egg you on and you take him all the way to the base, nose hitting his pubic hair. You can feel him twitching, nearing his end and that only makes you work harder. You move your head even faster, swirling your tongue all along his length.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Rafe pulls you off of his cock as his cum releases all over you, the sticky liquid splashing onto your face and dripping down your chest. You sweep a finger across some that landed on your cheek and put it in your mouth, swirling it around. The taste is so familiar, so him. You moan at it, smiling up at him. You relish in the sensation of him all over you.

Rafe leans back panting with a matching grin. His pupils are dilated and his cheeks are flushed; if he looks like that, you don’t even want to imagine the shape that you’re in right now. He caresses the back of your head and you nuzzle into his thigh, mumbling an I love you that you’re not quite sure he hears.

Rafe’s eyes gleam as he smirks down at you.

“God damn, babe. You gotta start drinking more at parties.”

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shapelytimber · 3 months

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Tamed the beast

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Hello yes it's fanart for the Dracula hammer movies, they drove @quijicroix and I insane when we saw them all last year.

Only half of them are worth it (The good ones are, from best to worst, Dracula AD, the satanic rites of Dracula, scars of Dracula, 7 golden vampires and the horror of Dracula *fight me*) but these movies will always have a special place in my heart <3

And you get the Lawrence van helsing painting alone because I'm kinda proud of it ! It's definetly the best Cushing face I've ever painted lgkglfl

Btw this fanart includes elements from our headcanon/conspiracy theory that Van Helsing was turned into a vampire in the second film (link to the og post)

Alt version and process below vvv

I nearly went with the black and white one, but ultimately couldn't resist a little bit of color

I've always wanted to try making an illustration where both of my rendering styles (painted and lineart) where included. And I finaly did it !! Not sure if they both blend together well in the image, but that was fun to try :))

This was also prompted because I absolutely hate the van helsing painting in the movie, I think it looks *really* bad, so I wanted to have a take at it

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glitchtricks94 · 2 years

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Picked Your Poison

Vil Schoenheit x Tomboy!Reader

Welcome to my first fic here. I don't have access to playing the games and I'm still working through watching the translations. Please be gentle and let me know your thoughts, and if you have any tips, they'd be greatly appreciated, with that, I hope you enjoy and I'll hopefully see you sometime next millennia, take care of yourselves, peeps. -GlitchTricks *Gender Neutral Pronouns used!* *JP Terms used! (Madol, dorm leaders, etc...)* Word count: 5.1k Vil was at the end of his rope. He was losing his mind from your antics, your messiness and just...everything that makes you, you. It drove him insane as he plotted out the points where he felt everything he had regarding you as a simple potato with next to no worth to him began to steadily crumble to dust.

First, you assaulted his sleep. Many nights went by that the ever so famous actor/model where he poured over his thoughts of you. Vil would lie awake under his various covers, staring up at the canopy curtains that hung over him with a scrunched up expression, perfect, plush lips pressed into a fine line, his jaw clenched tightly alongside his hands. The blonde had gone to bed at curfew, 10 p.m. as per usual. Yet now the clock had just ticked over to midnight, Vil still lying awake. His mind was refusing to quell itself into the soothing emptiness he was normally able to achieve via some simple meditation. Any thoughts he'd cleared out had been replaced by the annoyingly endearing Ramshackle prefect; the sweet smiles, the obnoxious laughter, the pure strength when they played sports with the other students, all of it drove him wild in what he considered to be the worst ways possible. Vil sat up, letting out a groan at what he was perceiving to yet another sleepless night, seeing as how you've waged war on his brain, yet again. The blonde pondered getting some sleep aid medications, but ultimately decided against it. He couldn't risk putting anything he hadn't researched thoroughly enough to ensure the upkeep of his beauty. It might ruin everything he's worked for! And just who did you think you were, stealing his beauty sleep from him, you...you...you pathetically cute potato! Vil gripped at his hair and slammed his back down on his mattress, a groan slipping past his lips. "Stupid potato. They aren't even that special, why are they invading my mind?" Vil mumbled to himself, turning and staring at his disheveled form; tousled hair, bright lavender eyes filled with frustration, and perfect, snow white skin practically glowing in the soft moonlight that infiltrated the room, soft yellows and pinks coloring parts of his wall. He thought he looked terrible at the moment until the tiny voice that had resided in the back of his head spoke up, yet again, much to his dismay. "They'd say you look stunning like always though, wouldn't they?" "Yes...yes, they would tell me such kind words..." He whispered to himself, breaking the staring contest he held with his reflection, slowly starting to relax as he dove deep into his thoughts once more. Vil spent another night falling into sweet fantasies of holding you close to him as he did his makeup for another day at Night Raven College, your honey sweet voice whispering sweet nothing of love and soft compliments of adoration to him, a ghost of a smile appearing on the blonde's lips. He finally felt himself falling into a sweet decent into sleep, just as the clock changed to 4 a.m. The male had to wake up in less than two hours to go on his usual morning run before indulging in a healthy smoothie and having a cheat day waffle with cinnamon and strawberries. Oh, what hell he has had the past week with you crashing into his sleep schedule...

Second, you ended up ruining his skin care efforts. A loud scream permeated the glorious halls of Pomefiore. Vil had awoken and checked himself in the mirror, finding a small set of three pimples sitting on her perfectly sculpted cheek, the dorm leader looking mortified. Grabbing his concealer, Vil swiftly went to work covering up the bright red dots that ruined his complexion, the filthy blemishes now hidden under a small pile of makeup. The man was livid. All of these sleepless nights have finally caught up to him and ruined his complexion! How dare you ruin his skin by invading his mind every night! Vil felt as though he had every right to punish you for your crimes against his beauty routine. The blonde glared at his reflection with his teeth bared as Rook rushed into the room, his normally perfectly combed hair a rat's nest and his poisoned apple themed pajamas sitting on his broad frame. "Roi de Poison, whatever is the matter?! it must be monumental to cause you to strain your vocal cords in such a cry!" The eccentric hunter exclaimed, looking at Vil with worry. "The prefect has ruined my skin! They've been keeping me up night after night, flooding my brain with useless thoughts of them and now my skin care routines need to be doubled, no, tripled to make up for the disgusting acne they caused!" Vil exclaimed angrily, turning to Rook with a fire in his eyes. "Go get cleaned up this instant! We have planning to do." Rook's signature, stoic smile came to his face as he clasped his hand over his heart, overwhelmingly charmed by this side of the beautiful being that was Vil Schoenheit; the fire in his eyes and dark furious expression on his face, the way his lips curled up to reveal his teeth; si belle! "As you wish, Roi de Poison, I shall aid you in concocting the perfect plan to use against the prefect of Ramshackle!" Rook said, looking at Vil with pure admiration. "Surely they must pay for destroying such beauty, although, you still look simply magnifique with your silky locks, perfect eyes, enchanting frame-" "Rook, shut up, and get dressed for the day this instant! I am not in the mood for flattery! I want that prefect's heart on a silver platter." Vil snarled, Rook simply chuckling with glee as he conceded and slipped away to attend to his own appearance. Vil turned back to the mirror, glaring at the spots that were so perfectly hidden on his cheek, vowing to make you pay for such disgrace.

Third, you somehow ruined his plans and caught another potato's eye. Vil's little plan had gone awry, the small potion he had mixed with some apple juice he had given to you had been drank by a Savanaclaw student you had gotten close with during the times you'd try and join in on Magift practice with Ruggie. The strange, rather revolting potato of a student instantly got a breakout on his face and groaned in annoyance. The dorm leader felt his heart squeeze with frustration and a cruel jealousy encapsuled his mind as he saw you ever so kindly comfort your friend, who looked at you like you were an angel sent from the stars. How dare that disgusting individual eye up something that was clearly supposed to be his! "Hey, man, don't worry, it's just a little acne. I managed to get a hold of some stuff to help get rid of that." Your sweet, kindly voice cooed. "Besides, ain't a little acne normal?" "Yeah, I guess so, still super annoying though..." The student replied, brown hair slightly swaying as he turned to look at you, brown eyes glistening in relief before you both snapped to attention at Leona's shout. "That's it, break it up, no mushy shit allowed here." Leona yelled, tossing a broom at that acne ridden potato. "Kastor, you and the prefect are gonna be riding the broom together, don't fuck this up." "Y-Yes, Dorm Leader!" Kastor nervously spoke, catching the broom that the lion threw. Vil couldn't believe what he was hearing, what he was seeing as he watched on with an expression of horror. As much as he adored the sounds of your laughter, the yells of victory you shared with Epel, that radiant smile on your face, he couldn't stand seeing you cozy up to Kastor Wayne of all people. It made his polished skin crawl with jealousy and disgust. You were laughing and giggling at jokes he made during the break, his shyer, quieter demeanor seemingly endearing you to his filthy charms. Isn't he aware of how unworthy he is of your time? How Vil himself would be a better companion and potential lover to you than that pathetic potato ever could?! He couldn't take anymore of this. He was furious about this and stomped out of the stadium where the Magift club always practiced, deciding that the club activities for Film Appreciation will be centered around how to take down an enemy, as well as the techniques actors and directors used to achieve the effects. He'd be imagining that he was slaying and cursing Kastor during the examples of this.

Vil sighed as he remembered those disgusting, longing looks that Wayne had sent you, the cunning expression on his face as he tried to be personable with your friends, specifically Epel. The country born child, however, had no interest and even openly saw Kastor trying to flirt with you. Ace started to act like your brother and barked about how if Kastor wanted to date you, he'd have to go through him first and get his approval, the little racoon thing you roomed with jumping in and agreeing. Vil couldn't hide his smirk when he witnessed that lunchtime debacle, seeing that ruffian get shut down hard when he was trying to squeeze in on your territory. Even now, a triumphant smile graced Vil's lips at the sweet memory of Wayne's proper humiliation. Serve's him just right for trying to mess with his potato. Vil froze with his train of thought, snapping back to reality as he stared at his reflection, his deep royal purple eyeliner perfectly done up in a thick cat eye style. When did he start thinking of you as his? Vil didn't know how to feel about this, his glossy lips pursing together as he gripped his vanity. Reflecting on his actions, he realized he was also putting more effort into his appearance, and not because you gave him a small breakout a little while ago, but because you seemed to poke your head in Pomefiore often. You always brushed off any questions from Rook about it, saying you were studying with Epel before darting away from Vil's trusted vice dorm leader, hiding away from those emerald eyes the hunter had. Rook never took offense, but rather, he confided to both Vil and Epel that he found such anticks by you terribly endearing. "The Trickster's cute expressions are an absolute delight, they run away like a little mouse after speaking with me! Hmhmhm~!" That is usually what Rook exclaims while sipping tea in the lounge of Pomefiore. The dorm leader was starting to get lost in his thoughts again when he heard a knock on his door, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raising as he turned his attention to the entrance to his room. "Who is it?" He called out, breath hitching when he heard your voice. "Hey, Vil, it's me! Can I talk to you for a minute?" You called out, your chirpy tone permeating Vil's ears and making him internally panic. It was times like this that he blessed the day he decided to become an actor.

"Give me a moment, little spudling, I'm in the middle of fixing my hair!" Vil called back, the prefect letting out a sound of understanding.

It wasn't quite a lie, Vil did still have to get his hair just so with his crown resting elegantly on his head, pride in his appearance rolling off him in waves. "I'll see you in the longue, alright?"

"Sure thing, your highness!" You replied, giggling to yourself at the nickname you picked out for him. Vil smiled softly hearing your joyous voice calling out to him in such a manner, it was like music to his ears. He actually quite liked that particular nickname too; you bestowed it upon him after mentioning he looked like royalty. "Since you always look like royalty in your uniform, I guess I should refer to you as such, yeah?" Your sweet, little voice giggled, a wide smirk on your face as you took in Vil's expression of surprise before he let out a chuckle, the blonde setting his teacup on its saucer as he sat back against the plush couch of the Pomefiore lounge. "Yes, I suppose you should, little potato."

Vil smiled again at the memory, fixing up his silky locks to their usual style, his hair shimmering softly in the light as he framed his features before carefully placing his crown on his head. He looked over his appearance in the mirror before nodding his head in satisfaction.

"Perfect." He whispered to himself before he left his room, head held high as he strode down the hall, heels clacking against the polished floors.

Vil couldn't deny the excitement that roared through his veins as he drew closer to the lounge, soft laughter soon filling his ears as he entered, catching sight of you and Epel playing around. The smaller boy was laughing and fighting against you as you held him in a soft headlock, messing up his hair with your fist, noogying your fellow first year affectionately.

Well, wasn't this infuriating? Vil had personally helped Epel style those messy locks of his into something somewhat pretty, even if his appearance was more cute and doll-like, much to Vil's annoyance: and now, here you were, prefect. Messing up all that hard work yet again!

The beautiful man couldn't hold such things against you though. That troublesome smile on your face where the apples of your cheeks rose to make those bright eyes crease with joy was a sight worth seeing. He'll let Epel off the hook this time since he was to thank for such a sight.

"Hey, c'mon, cut it out, prefect!" Epel complained through his laughter, his country accent and mannerisms slipping out. "You said Vil was meetin' ya here! Lemme go!"

"Nah, no way, Epel! You'll be fine, Vil usually takes awhile to perfect his looks, remember?" You replied playfully, laughing alongside the lavender locked boy.

"Well, I do try to take ample time to appear presentable at the highest regard." Vil spoke up, stepping deeper into the lounge and moving to stand before you and his underclassman, his hands on his hips. "However, it seems I cannot say the same for you, prefect, Felmier."

"D-Dorm leader! I-I can explain, truly, I-" Epel began to stammer, pulling out of your loosened grip with a frightened expression on his face, his tousled hair sticking up in all directions as he looked up at his dorm head. You looked up at Vil owlishly, your own hair messy as hell, as per usual. Well, perhaps not as messy as it normally was…You had managed to make it even more of a mess.

"Now, now, none of that, Epel. For once, you'll be getting off easy since I have business with the prefect. Go find Rook and have him fix your hair, then you are free to go until your lessons later this evening. Am I clear?" Vil said sternly, looking at Epel like how a mother would scold her children.

"Y-yes, Dorm leader! Thank you, dorm leader!" Epel cried, getting up and rushing out oy the room, harsh footsteps following after him. Vil tutted as he turned to look at you, his breath hitching silently as he took in how your eyes were looking at him, full of awe and wonder. "Prefect." Vil spoke, looking down at you. "Yes, your highness?" "Your hair is absolutely deplorable. Come, let's get you-" Vil paused, narrowing his eyes as he looked at your hair, his eyes widening. "Are those twigs in your hair?!" "Oh, yeah. I was climbing some trees earlier on a dare from Ace. Riddle was, uh, not too happy about me doin' that." You replied, grinning sheepishly at the Dorm Leader, who just sighed. "Must you always be this messy?" Vil asked, taking your wrist in his hand and dragging you back to his room where he could properly address the rat's nest on your head. Sitting you down at his vanity, Vil skillfully removed the tiny branches that were knotted into your hair, scolding you, however, it was all going in one ear and out the other for you. You were far too focused on Vil Schoenheit's glorious figure behind you, eyes trained on his beautiful form in the mirror as he tended to your tangled locks, nimble fingers brushing out knots before picking up some sort of hair product and a brush. You snapped out of any trance the Pomefiore student held over you when you felt the brush hit your hair, making a sharp yelp spring forth from your throat as the bristles got caught on a knot in the middle of Vil's stroke. "See! This is what I meant! Climbing through all those branches without tying your hair back will cause hideous knots to form!" Vil huffed in annoyance, his chastising tone rubbing you the wrong way. "Well, excuse me, princess!" You huffed, pouting slightly. "Last I checked, I don't always have twenty five different beauty products shoved up my ass at all times, so do forgive me for actually going off and having a bit of fun." "The audacity you carry, little potato." Vil huffed, trying to brush out the knots in your hair without yanking your hair like before, holding your matted locks in hand as he ran the brush through. "You're lucky I rather enjoy your company, I don't do this for just anyone." "Yeah, I know." You said, mood perking up at Vil's more gentle care began peaking out again. "Epel complains about how you pick on him." Vil scoffed, rolling his eyes as you let out a warm laugh, his own smile coming to his face as the beautiful dorm leader ran his fingers through your now silky smooth locks. Plucking a bottle off his vanity, he spritzed you with a rich, fruity smelling perfume; black cherries, raspberries, and caramel praline filled your senses and fluttered around you, clinging to your neck and shoulders. "There, now you look much better, my little potato." The blonde spoke, looking at you with pride. "Picture perfect, as per usual." You replied, winking at Vil's reflection, the actor's smile rising again as you injected that sweet, diamond in the rough personality into him once more. Honestly, at this point, Vil could be utterly addicted to you, if only you hadn't had so many undesirables thinking they could hold a candle to him. "But of course, spudling, you must look perfect if you are ever to be hanging on my arm." Vil said proudly, earning a surprised gaze from you. "Hanging on your arm? What do you mean by that?" "Oh, don't worry your little head over it, potato. Simply a phrase I use here and there." Vil hummed, waving off your concerns. Internally, however, he was screaming, crying and shaking in humiliation at uttering such a slip up. "Uhm...okay?" You spoke, giving the blonde a strange look. "So, anyways, I had a question for you." "Is that so? Well, I suppose I could spare you more of my time, though I do hope you'll make it quick." "Yeah, yeah, I know you're busy." You laughed before you felt your nerves kick in.

Was this really your best idea? No. Were at all confident? Fuck no. Were you still gonna go through with it? Duh, Ace bet you fifty madol, that's good money and you were poor. "I was actually wondering if you'd like to, maybe go on a date with me?"

Cue record scratch. Vil was looking at you like you had grown two heads on either shoulder; his pupils constricted, hand up at his chest like you just shot him, and an utter look of abhorrence written on his features. You weren't winning this bet, and you were currently cussing out Ace in a way that'd make sailors all over the globe blush at your word choices in your head. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" You reiterated, nervously looking to the side before you heard Vil let out a huff. Refocusing on him, you see the gloriously beautiful man frowning at you, his hands on his hips. "Really? That's how you decide to ask me out, prefect?" He asked indignantly. "Uh, yeah? How else are you supposed to ask the most attractive guy on campus out?" You replied, folding your arms over your chest, mirroring Vil's energy. He scoffed at your bratty behavior.

"Prefect, surely you understand the issue here?" "No. Please, enlighten this poor, unkempt potato, your majesty." "It wasn't that you asked me out, but how." Vil stated, acting as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "You come in, only baring a hideously messy hairstyle and your charms, nothing to really entice; no flowers, no sweets, not even a love letter! Really, prefect, what were you expecting, putting so little effort into anything?" "I don't know! I was expecting you to laugh and brush it off like other people asking you out!" You exclaimed, now feeling thoroughly wrung out. That tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream and all those shitty romcoms Cater and Malleus had gifted you actually sound pretty good right now: all you wanted to do was hide and not come out. "Oh please, I usually verbally lacerate those potatoes, you're quite lucky I'm even considering taking you up on such an offer." Vil huffed, looking down at you with his head held high. "Wait, did you just-" "I'll gladly go out with you, darling, however, I shall be treating you since I know that furry little racoon you live with eats through your funds. I'll be choosing where we go to eat, our outfits and the like." Vil explained, folding his arms and closing his eyes. If you squinted, you could see the lightest of pinks appearing on his cheeks. "I'll simply message you all the details, my dear, you need not worry over such matters. Am I clear?" "You're actually gonna go out with me?!" You exclaimed, looking at Vil with wide eyes, your jaw slack, Vil opening his eyes and pressing two fingers under your chin to close your mouth. "But, of course, darling. This is a gem of an opportunity, and with a few touch ups, you'll be as beautiful as a lotus blossom." Vil said, his voice holding a certain warmth you don't ever recall him using with you. "Although, it will be a few weeks until we can actually go out, but I'll make sure to dedicate the entire night to you when the time comes." "I...uh...w-wow, I didn't- Gosh, this was just- You don't really-" "Hush, spudling. I'll take care of everything, you go on back to your little friends now if that's all you needed of me." Vil cooed, trailing his fingers along your hairline and tucking a stray lock behind your ear. You didn't know how to respond, any of your usual remarks having died on your tongue as you nodded dumbly, allowing Vil to guide you out of Pomefiore with a soft hand on the small of your back. By the time you came back from your little daydream land, you were sat in Ace and Deuce's shared room with the rest of your friends, Grim purring on your lap while you ran your fingers along the grain of his fur.

"So, prefect, where's the fifty ya owe me now?" Ace asked teasingly, earning a punch in the shoulder from Deuce. "Don't say things like that Ace, the prefect's been silent since they got back! They could be dealing with heartbreak!" The dark haired first year said angrily, trying to defend your honor, the sweetheart. "I'm not sure that's the face of someone who's heartbroken, guys." Epel chimed in, looking at your flushed complexion. "Wait...so...I'm not dreaming right now?" You finally spoke, looking around at your fellow first years. "No? What gave you that indication, prefect?" Jack asked, his ears flicking as he tilted his head in confusion at you. "I actually got a date with Vil. He said he'd take care of the setting up everything and then text me the details." "What?! Bullshit, no way he'd do that, you know how far up his own ass he is!" Ace exclaimed. "Language, human! Such vulgarities are-" "Shut up, Sebek, bitch is spillin' tea!" Epel barked, his country accent slipping out as he looked at you, cutting the Diasomnia student off. You sighed, and patted Sebek on the shoulder as you got to your feet, Grim cradled in your arm. "It's fine, Sebek, didn't expect the idiots to believe me, anyways." "I believe it, Vil's nuts over you." Epel said, Jack humming in agreement. "He often stares at you when we're at lunch, I've caught him scowling too." Jack hummed, folding his arms. "He seemed rather happy when Ace and Grim ran off Kastor." "I was ready to pummel that guy, he practically drooled over the prefect..." Deuce sighed, shaking his head. "Wayne's chill, but super not my type." You said, wrinkling your nose. "Yeah, ya like pretty boys." Ace snicked, earning an backhanded slap from Sebek. "Silence. Why do any of you care about the prefects romantic life?" The half fae asked. "Because life's boring and tea is tea." Epel replied, earning an eyeroll from everyone. "Alright, ladies, that's enough gossip, y'all lost your tea privileges. Except for Sebek and Jack, they were good to me." You spoke, earning shocked and betrayed expression from Ace, Deuce and Epel. "What the fuck, we share a club, dude!" Epel whined. "I'm not an official member, lack of magic, so I can't quite play Magift like you guys. Besides, I visit everyone else." "They're actually quite good with the hurdles and long jumps in track and field." Deuce said, perking up slightly. "And they're half decent at basketball, great distraction for Floyd." Ace snickered, earning a glare. "And you whine about me not showing up enough." You sighed, starting towards the door. "Well, Grim and I have to be on our way, gotta study, or in Grim's case, stuff his face with tuna." "Hey, I don't always eat!" Your monster friend barked. "You're literally the reason why we're almost always broke, you're lucky that I know how to cook and grow shit to eat." You huffed as you walk down the hallway of Heartslabyul. Ace turned to Epel, grinning. "So, you got any details?" The readhead asked, earning a groan from the country kid. "I ain't sayin' shit, I like being alive." "Aw, come on!" ==============================================

A few hours had passed since you had left your gossip hungry friends to starve. Head buried in your textbook, you raked your eyes over words your brain simply refused to absorb, the words seemingly blending together after two straight hours of studying with no breaks. A groan tumbled from your throat as you marked your page and closed the book, slamming your head on the desk, the seedling for another migraine being planted. Another groan of annoyance sounded as your phone chimed. Slapping your hand on the device, you checked the messages and allowed a tired smile to come to your face. Vil had apparently arranged for a simple, or what he had deemed as simple, spa date in the Afterglow Savannah. You didn't quite know how to feel about so much cash being dumped on you, but you supposed you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. You messaged a confirmation, and then got back to work, now simply left to wait for the date to come forth and shower you with the spoils of your gall. Vil, on the other hand, felt like he had landed the best role in his entire career! It wasn't exactly everyday that he got to impress his precious potato with his prowess as a potential lover, and ever since he saw Kastor trying to worm his way onto your heart, he's been hungry for an opportunity to present itself. How ironic that it'd be you gifting such a thing to his heart. All Vil had to do now is ensure that this date will destroy any possibilities for any competing suitor by decimating them purely through his own charms and romantic repertoire. Simple, non? Vil felt his confidence skyrocket when you asked him out, the blonde relishing in how your eyes were only on him during the moment, even if your method was a bit bland, but it didn't matter because it was still all you. He couldn't deny that you asking him on a date was what he had been dreaming of for more than the past two weeks, so this was simply golden. The only annoying thing was that Vil now had to deal with the giddiness that would be wracking his bones for the next three weeks, given all the photoshoots his agent had lined up for him. "Damn Bernard, why must he always make things so perfectly lined up in the worst ways possible?" Vil huffed to himself as he looked through his schedule, his eyes staring longingly at the date of yours and his romantic spa day. However, all of this only steeled his resolve. He was going to push through anything and everything to make you his, as was the natural tenacity of a Pomefiore dorm member. Vil Schoenheit had picked his poison, and he was going to down the vial and take whatever consequences that followed, for his heart demanded such a sacrifice for his star.

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perspectivestarters · 6 months

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part I)

WELCOME TO NEW YORK

The village is aglow.

Everybody here wanted somethin' more.

It's been waitin' for you.

I could dance to this beat forevermore

The lights are so bright, but they never blind me.

Everybody here was someone else before.

You can want who you want.

Like any great love, it keeps you guessing.

Like any real love, it's ever-changing.

Like any true love, it drives you crazy.

But you know you wouldn't change anything.

BLANK SPACE

I could show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Oh, my God, look at that face.

You look like my next mistake.

Love's a game, wanna play?

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny?

I know you heard about me.

I'm dyin' to see how this one ends.

Grab your passport and my hand.

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames?

You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth thе pain.

They'll tеll you I'm insane.

I love the players and you love the game.

We'll take this way too far

I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name.

You're the king, baby, I'm your queen.

Worst is yet to come.

I can make all the tables turn.

Oh, my God, who is she?

I get drunk on jealousy.

You'll come back each time you leave.

Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Boys only want love if it's torture.

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

STYLE

Could end in burnin' flames or paradise.

It's been a while since I have even heard from you.

I should just tell you to leave.

I know exactly where it leads.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye.

I got that red lip classic thing that you like.

When we go crashin' down, we come back every time.

We never go out of style.

I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt.

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road.

I heard that you've been out and about with some other girl.

What you heard is true.

I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you.

I've been there too a few times.

Take me home.

OUT OF THE WOODS

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple.

The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we in the clear yet?

We were built to fall apart.

Your necklace hanging from my neck.

The night we couldn't quite forget.

We decided to move the furniture so we could dance.

Baby, like we stood a chance.

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

When you started crying, baby, I did too.

When the sun came up, I was lookin' at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I'm settin' you free.

The monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up, you were lookin' at me.

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY

People like you always want back the love they gave away.

People like me wanna believe you when you say you've changed.

The more I think about it now, the less I know.

All I know is that you drove us off the road.

All you had to do was stay

Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?

Now you say you want it back?

I don't know what to say.

I've been pickin' up the pieces of the mess you made.

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside.

People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

Let me remind you this was what you wanted.

You ended it.

You were all I wanted.

SHAKE IT OFF

I stay out too late.

Got nothin' in my brain.

That's what people say.

I go on too many dates.

The players gonna play.

The haters gonna hate.

I'm just gonna shake off.

I never miss a beat.

I'm lightnin' on my feet.

That's what they don't see.

I'm dancin' on my own.

I make the moves up as I go.

That's what they don't know.

You could've been gettin' down to this sick beat.

My ex-man brought his new girlfriend.

Won't you come on over, baby?

I WISH YOU WOULD

It's in the past.

You're thinkin' that I hate you now 'cause you still don't know what I never said.

I wish you would come back.

Wish I never hung up the phone like I did.

I'll never forget you as long as I live.

Wish you were right here, right now.

We're a crooked love in a straight line down.

Makes you want to run and hide.

It makes you turn right back around.

I wish we could go back.

Remember what we were fightin' for.

I miss you too much to be mad anymore.

You always knew how to push my buttons.

You give me everything and nothin'.

This mad, mad love makes you come runnin'.

BAD BLOOD (+ REMIX)

Now we got bad blood.

You know it used to be mad love.

So take a look what you've done.

Now we got problems and I don't think we can solve them.

You made a really deep cut.

Did you have to do this?

I was thinking that you could be trusted.

Did you have to hit me where I'm weak?

I couldn't breathe.

Salt in the wound like you're laughin' right at me.

It's so sad to think about the good times.

Did you think we'd be fine?

Still got scars on my back from your knife

So don't think it's in the past.

These kinda wounds, they last and they last.

Did you think it all through?

All these things will catch up to you.

Time can heal, but this won't.

So if you're comin' my way, just don't.

Band-aids don't fix bullet holes.

You say sorry just for show.

If you live like that, you live with ghosts .

If you love like that, blood runs cold.

I can't take it back.

I don't hate you, but I hate to critique, overrate you.

These beats of a dark heart, use basslines to replace you.

Take time and erase you.

No, I don't fear no more.

Respect ain't quite sincere no more.

Remember when you tried to write me off?

Remember when you thought I'd take a loss?

You thought that I would need ya.

It was my season for battle wounds, battle scars, body bumped, bruised.

Still, all my life, I got money and power.

You gotta live with the bad blood now.

You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go.

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jetkast · 1 year

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I picked up rereading MDZS (first time with the official English release) after resisting the urge for hella months. (I both want to and desperately don't want to move on from these series LOL.) I never picked up on the Nie brothers having different mothers?? And I don't think the impact of that is clear on the plot? But I wonder what the story is there and if it explains why (beyond the whole fake incompetence thing) NMJ is how he is with NHS. I wonder if NHS internalizes something about what happened to his mother in a similar way to how LWJ does with his. I want to KNOW.

Also, I think this means that the Lan brothers are the only fully blood related sibling unit? We spend so much time focusing on the chaos of offspring brought about by JGS that I feel the rest of the sibling dynamics are understated. Potentially the Wen siblings as well, though I don't recall if any detail is provided about their parents. I wouldn't be surprised if they were half siblings as well. The Jiang trio has its own dynamics, blood relation between JC & JYL but none with WWX, yet intense care and affection all the same (among other spicier details).

These tiny details of chaos and instability do so much to set up this world that has been at war for over a hundred years (this story being the conclusion of it... or one part of it, or a hopeful continuation of temporary peace). A generation of parents lost or disconnected (or just shitty). A generation of youth parentified and sent to war too young. Terrified elders fearing the ways the world could get worse or established power could be threatened.

MDZS from Lan Wangji's perspective is a disillusionment. A interrogation of the status quo created out of survival, firm and unquestioning, but simultaneously lifeless. Wei Wuxian comes in representing pure resilient joy in the face of tragedy, a wine stain on pristine white fabric an artifact of the revelry the night before in the face of darkness. Wei Wuxian the bonfire during the long night, promising life and warmth and chaotic joy and a future that is worth living and fighting for. Lan Xichen's disillusionment strikes also through relationship, but much differently.

(Of course I start this post just pondering family relationships and end up waxing romantic yet again about Wangxian because I HAVE THE BRAINROT SO DEEPLY.)

A generation of orphans raising a new crop of hope, rambunctious and resilient and curious. It's not the blood relation that matters, but who cares for your future, who fans your flames with love and wisdom. Who strokes your hair and makes you soup or fits you to sect colors regardless of how you were found sick in a tree trunk.

Who protects you from whatever Nie Mingjue was protecting Nie Huaisang from, the sturdy older sibling shielding their baby brother while also grumbling about their need to toughen up. A protection and expression of care that drove NHS to devise a plan so extensive it involved bringing someone back from the dead for justice.

The tiny details, ugh. They drive me insane.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mxtx #wangxian #the untamed #ramblings #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #twin jades #meta #family dynamics #I definitely don't overthink this because my family is all mixed relations and I have eldest child syndrome so hard #mo xiang tong xiu

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beyondthescully-a · 7 months

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@talentforlying liked for an ANGY SCULLY !

"You're kidding, right?" the words came out as harsh as she intended them, her mind sharp as a knife when she wanted it to be. So much had been rattling inside her mind, the way that she saw so much of Liv in herself that it drove her a bit insane. She would never regret her life and the world she had been opened up to, that much was assured, but yet a part of her couldn't help but be protective, perhaps in the way Melissa always had been for her. There was something so BRILLIANT that came with the world of the unexplained, that she knew better than anyone, but the risks it came with didn't always make it seem all together worth it; or at least when it came into looking into someone else's life.

"You can't believe in the least that YOU know what's best for her, right?" There was a moment that her mind humored whether she truly could or not as well, a question she'd bury deep in her core rather than state aloud. "Answer me honestly," she pressed on, her words set on a different mission than they had been before. Her vision was covered with ruby colored glasses, a glaze of anger that was rooted in her own antics. "Because I'm starting to think you don't know the difference between what's best and a death wish-"

#i; john constantine #talentforlying #heaven hath no fury like a woman scorned | canon #soz liv

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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It is unreasonable rainy today. But I'm not really sure it was worth it for the schools to close. Or at least have a 2-hour delay caused all of the field trips to be canceled. I mean I enjoyed the day off but I'm not sure we actually needed it.

But I also don't know because I wasn't exactly awake this morning. I didn't wake up until after 9:00 and then it was just raining. It was gross. James said though so I'll hold my judgment.

I slept okay last night. My ear is really hurt. But I'm fine. I was looking forward to getting a lot done today but I woke up kind of in a bad mood. I felt very frustrated by messes throughout the apartment. And I started cleaning them up but I just got more and more upset. I made an omelet after I got dressed and I hit my head on the freezer door and just lost it. I was so mad.

So I ended up texting with James just telling them all the things I was angry about. And I didn't want to be a bitch to them but I also felt like they need to stop leaving uses around the apartment. And maybe our levels of what clean is is different but I hate when I feel like I go to bed after I reset the apartment and I wake up in the morning and it's all over the place again. It doesn't seem very fair. And they said they're going to do better. And I hope they do. Because it really upset me this morning feeling like I had to spend more than an hour of my surprise day off dealing with stuff that I had already done.

I did get some stuff done now that I had wanted to. Specifically changing the water in the fish and the frog tank. And I felt pretty good about the things I did. I wish I had done more cleaning honestly. But I just didn't have it in me after a bit. I didn't want to do a big clean. I wanted to pick everything up and then go work on my knitting and my quilting.

And so around 11:30 I got in bed with my temperature blanket and I got to work on that. I took three lines and watch some videos. And eventually moved to the studio to work on the quilt.

Working on the quote was the majority of the day. I finished all of the panels. And then took them to the living room to cut them all down so that they were more even. And then I spent like a good half an hour trying to figure out how to lay them out so that similar colors weren't on top of each other. But in the end a couple of them still did it anyway. But I was really happy with the size and whole vibe of the piece.

Sewing the rest of it together to another hour. And by the time it was 3:00 I was finishing up my last pieces. And I was so excited. It's going to need a back and binding still. If I want it to be an actual blanket. Or maybe I'll use this fabric that I've now created to make something else. I don't know. I just know that I feel very excited to have this one in the bag.

What's been the next hour and a half mostly just chilling. Watching videos and having a snack. Waiting for James to come home. It's funny that James was leaving the museum to bring the car back home so that I could come back to the museum. But it's fine. We do what we have to do.

And that's where I am now. I drove out here after me and James sat on the couch together for 20 minutes just holding hands while we scrolled on our own phones. And I showed James some of the stuff that I had thought about today. Specifically things about packing and toiletry bags and things like that. I did find out that James thought that me and Jess were going to Disney world this February. Which is insane. We are going next February. But I was glad that we could work on that kind of stuff in the few minutes we have together.

And now I'm running around the museum. There's some issues because Angie is sick and had to call out, and Kelly apparently is sick but she came in to cover. And everyone is kind of on edge. At least that's the vibe I'm getting. I'm in the print shop though and I'm having a nice night. It's a pretty small corporate party. Maybe I'll work on one of my calendars. Specifically fixing January and maybe doing one more day. We'll see.

Anything I write after this is going to be from later on in the night.

And later is now. It's almost 8:00 p.m. which ones I'll get to go home soon. And I got a really good night. Started really slow. I had so much time to work on my calendar that I only have like 3 months left. And I'm here tomorrow night so I'll probably finish them then. But I'm feeling really good. I had some really great conversations with people and one guy was a Chinese immigrant and he interrupted me when I was about to say that Gutenberg did not invent movable text, that the Chinese did. And so we had a great conversation about that because I was really excited to be correct. He couldn't answer my question if the reason he was inspired by them was theirs were wood and he made them out of metal. But he said he would look into it more. And so now I want to look into it more too. That's just what I've always been told but I haven't really done any research.

And everyone's been really sweet. It's really small group but they're really nice and there's like to come back. And because it's been so slow I've been able to spend more time talking to people about more things. Like little lithography stones. And it's just been really good. I am excited to go home now I'm pretty tired. Also hungry. And they did not feed me. I was hoping they would but it didn't happen. Whatever.

Tomorrow I have work all day and all night. But I have Saturday off so I'm not that worried about it. I really feel good right now which is nice. Just got to make sure I bring something to eat and drink. Then I'll have a good day.

Soon I'll go home to James and take a shower and get ready to go to sleep. I hope that it just cozy. And I hope that you are cozy too. Good night everyone. Be safe.

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My Dodo:

(Snakes, pet loss)

A Kenyan sand boa at a rennasaince festival is what made me fall in love with snakes. I didn't have a KSB right away. For several years, I kept other types of snakes. Years later, by total coincidence, I found my Dodo on Craig's List. She looked so much like the one I had held that one day. They weren't the same morph, but very similar colors.

I named her Domino, but I came to know several people with pets called Domino, and eventually just started calling her Dodo. By that point, it was also in memory of my favorite snake, Momo. A trans-pecos rat snake, he was my precious boy. He was my whole life for a couple of years. My time with Momo and Dodo overlapped by several months.

I was on an anxiety medication that was working well for several years, and then my brain slowly started having reactions to it. I got to this point where I was dissociating, bad. I was practically having out of body experiences. I was having full on delusions and false memories. I was blacking out. Nothing made sense. During this time, one night I removed Momo from his tank, and walked away with him. I don't know what happened after that. I never saw him again. The next morning, found his tank open, and he was gone. My heart will never fully heal.

I still didn't know it was the meds. I thought that whatever was going on, the meds would keep it from getting worse. I knew I couldn't take care of my snakes until I got better - if I got better.

I rehomed most of my snakes with a woman who was a volunteer reptile educater. I gave a very aggressive Texas rat snake to a trusted friend. This snake, Drax, I suspect had been wild caught, and was sick with parasites. I had to get him healthy, and my friend took it from there. She says he's still a spicy boy these days, but able to be handled.

I just kept Dodo. I had nothing left in my heart, but I kept her out of guilt. She was my tiniest, youngest snake. She was so silly and fun. I felt that my husband could keep an eye on just this one snake. He could supervise me when I fed or handled her. He really stepped up.

Not too long after that, I was having dysphagia caused by the medication. It was terrifying. I don't really know what caused me to suspect the meds, but I quit cold turkey. Being able to swallow water again was amazing, but the mental effects were nearly unbearable. I was acting completely insane. I would scream and wail like a banshee. I felt like someone was trying to scratch their way out of my head. My wonderful husband stuck by me.

During this time, we were preparing for a move across the country. Something I had suggested in a lucid moment, because we really hated the sweltering heat and humid air of Georgia, and had been unhappy for a long time.

We drove out west on a two day road trip with five dogs, two rabbits, a hamster, and Dodo, who was just as docile and content as could be.

Dodo. I didn't love her. I couldn't even think about snakes. I was too sad. I did the motions, taking care of her diligently, but it took a really long time to connect. Only recently did I start feeling like I could love a little snake again. And she is so worth my heart. I couldn't sleep last night so I took her out and sat with her for a little bit, and something inside me just clicked. This is my little scaly gal. I will always care for her. I love her.

#snake friend #snakes #scale baby #i love snakes #Dodo the Snake #kenyan sand boa

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cp-addict · 2 years

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We’ll now that we’re back from our 2 week long 5000+ mile round trip from Texas to Oregon for @nobsobstruckshow 22’ I figure it’s time to make a post about it. What an epic freaking trip. I took so many pictures Instagram won’t let me upload all the ones I want to in one post so I’ll make a second post with some more. First I’d like to thank @codymartinez05 for letting us borrow his aluminum wedge and badass blue dually to drag halfway across the country without that it wouldn’t have been nearly as cool! We got to see so many cool places and hang out with a ton of old friends, make hundreds of new friends and even got to meet a lot of people in person we’ve only known from the internet until now. I’d like to especially thank @iidiesel and @edgeproducts for opening up your facilities to us and letting us tour and film for our YouTube channel. Y’all are amazing. The No BS OBS show is always one of the best every year but this year they really out did themselves. 430+ OBS Fords this year has to be some sort of record. It was literally insane to see so many trucks there. Every style, setup, color combo you could imagine was there. Thank you to everyone that came out whether you brought a truck, drove in for the day, or flew halfway across the country it’s y’all that make that even worth going to. Can’t wait for next year!! — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/kHuwlmJ

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generalgardenmagazine · 2 years

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I often tend to merely delight in sativas, yet I would certainly purchase this indica once again, considering that it provided me the loosened up emotions credited to indicas without the chair crash. This is actually a wonderful stress under the spotlight and is actually a fantastic indica for a sativa smoker seeking something different. You will certainly feel the traditional indica results however will certainly still have the ability to enjoy the adventures that happen along with finding this pot in the end of the rainbow.

Dried out as well as tempered total of just about five weeks before coming to me. Got this today, 3/2/21 - Pointless in this particular case yet this is surely $50+/ 8th pot if it were sold in the clinics listed here. Presume $400 ounces. Style - Sativa pitching hybrid that is actually a cross of Rainbow Potato chip x Runtz (rainbow runtz weed).

I hate when that occurs. Anyhow, this particular customer review is on the stress as explained. - Shades are whole lots of violet, strong dark green, a silvery trichome-y gloss, some reddish, and several other tones of dark-green. It is actually chilly along with trichomes. The buds are actually dense - certainly not insanely thus however good, strong density.

This may be this stress's finest hr - rainbow runtz strain review. I counted on great deals of sweetness and also fruit product, as well as it possesses that in droves. However when smoked, a minimum of to my scheme, the sourness comes extra onward. In a definitely really excellent means. It balances the sweet taste and takes a serious complication to the fruit product component.

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Lime for certain. That's the strongest flavor yet not extremely so at all (rainbow runtz). Well stabilized along with a mixture of a nice amount of orange, a little grape, a little bit of grapefruit, a little bit of mango (!), and also perhaps a little stab of apple also, although that may have been my self-deception.

- I smoked coming from a well-maintained bong with cool mineral water. The smoke cigarettes is dense as well as luscious. Not at all severe. I had the capacity to take huge smash hits without a coughing coming from the smoke itself. It is actually hassle-free. It's likewise widespread, and also performed get me once. Lol. Great, enjoyable on the color scheme smoke cigarettes that lies sufficient to blow out of your nostrils, which I perform to help me gauge the taste.

So I state that given that "form of hype" is truly "form of buzz as it influenced me directly." Cuz this is actually different for everybody, right? Therefore from a, the news is actually pretty effectively balanced as well as pitches strongly sativa for me. rainbow runtz strain review. It's cerebral, as well as is actually mosting likely to be fantastic weed to bind on.

I definitely would not mention it was actually virtually as powerful a body hype reviewed to the head, although that may be actually a functionality of my close friend's inclination to harvest in any way milky/no yellow-brown, as obviously these were actually. (My choice as well) Coming from a, I am no medical professional yet I understand what jobs on my rear discomfort (rainbow runtz review).

This set, after concerning 5 minutes, delivered me a noticeable level of relief. Thus for what it's worth, it possessed a good health care impact for me. rainbow runtz strain info. I would certainly call it middle ground in that respect, at least for me. Recognizable comfort, certainly not mind-boggling. Undoubtedly sufficient to call it a plus though.

As I kind this it has to do with an hour and a half eventually as well as I have but to really feel any less stoned than I carried out in the starting point. Perhaps a bit much more body system as the buzz goes on. Efficacy - As it carried out certainly not originate from a clinic and has actually not been actually tested, I don't actually recognize the numbers or main efficacy.

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It is actually plenty strong. Not newbie buddy through any sort of methods. - Untimely to mention everything various other than that it had a clearly positive result on my level of pain in the back after a handful of moments of cigarette smoking, so for me that's the most ideal medical make use of (rainbow runtz thc level). - I currently understand why Runtz is one of the existing most well-known tensions in the united state

This grass damages the dispensary grass in this state, which belongs to why our team all increase I ensure - rainbow runtz. It is actually a flavor festivity in your mouth. It is actually gorgeous. It is actually strong with a wonderful, long-lasting talk. It scents impressive. I will certainly be increasing this asap, as I have to possess a lot more of this particular.

I am actually 55 and also I am actually seldom very amazed. rainbow runtz. Good project on my buddy's part, however the This is actually the only Runtz pressure I've ever tried thus however I can not review it to any of the right now variety of Runtz crosses that are out there certainly. But I would advise this strain big league and readily.

Given that my friend increased this as well as we talk a number of opportunities a week, I observed his develop with eager rate of interest (rainbow runtz weed). As such, I possess some photos of the genuine plant on its own that produced this exam weed. Or even a minimum of the vegetations the buddy arrived from. So I submitted 4 photos in chronological order.

The 2nd is actually the ultimate item he created coming from the plant and Fresh Bros also delivered to me. The third is several of the bud cut up in the grinder yet not however ground, which with any luck shows the crystal fully. The ultimate is an ultra closeup (as near as my technology are going to permit me receive) of the ground weed, which hopefully reveals the amazing purples in this particular tension.

Chaos, the runtz fad is taking United States by hurricane yet lately a pal of mine placed me on rainbow runtz. Spunk had me spaced out with eyes reduced for a minute. To become honest it was unusual, it had been a moment because I've had a pleasant low eye durable bud. rainbow runtz strain.

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What is actually Rainbow Runtz? It is actually a cross of Runtz and also Rainbow Sherbert - rainbow runtz thc level. Personally the Rainbow Runtz is actually a lot more memorable to me than the Runtz strain however that's just me, aight. Every person is various when it pertains to buddy, often what reaches someone effectively is actually various for yet another individual. Hows it experience tho? Hang on, allow me take a couple of more snaps and sick tell you.

There are actually other scents in there yet at the moment it is actually difficult to recognize because I maintain smelling it and also at this moment my nostrils is just confused. Lol Do not hesitate to throw out on the aroma profile page PLEASE! Opinion! The End result, Of the Snaps Just how it was actually smoked Well-maintained beaker bong without percolator or ashcatcher.

This exactly how it experiences tho? Analgesic, heavy headed eyes low. It is actually amusing because earlier I was actually smoking this pressure - rainbow runtz strain review. My eyes really felt reduced at that time having said that when I to begin with began smoking so as to compose this write-up I resembled wtf! This is actually unconvincing! my eyes may not be really feeling hefty in any way.

It is actually just the form of tension where you may simply amuse on your own. However where it actually beams remains in it's potential to room you out while you enjoy a whole lot of things you take pleasure in doing outdoors (rainbow runtz strain yield). For instance, immediately I may inform you this is actually a great scorching springtime strain.

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puckrph · 2 years

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1989 SENTENCE STARTERS

taken from the taylor swift album. feel free to change pronouns, etc!

WELCOME TO NEW YORK

' the village is aglow. ' ' everybody here wanted something more. ' ' we were searching for a sound we hadn't heard before. ' ' welcome to new york. ' ' it's a new soundtrack. ' ' i could dance to this beat forevermore. ' ' the lights are so bright, but they never blind me. ' ' i took my broken heart, put it in a drawer. ' ' like any great love, it keeps you guessing. ' ' like any real love, it's ever-changing. ' ' like any true love, it drives you crazy. ' ' i wouldn't change anything. '

BLANK SPACE

' nice to meet you. ' ' where've you been? ' ' i could show you incredible things. ' ' oh my god, look at that face. ' ' you look like my next mistake. ' ' love's a game: wanna play? ' ' new money, suit and tie... i can read you like a magazine. ' ' ain't it funny? ' ' rumors fly. ' ' i know you've heard about me. ' ' hey. let's be friends. ' ' i'm dying to see how this one ends. ' ' i can make the bad guys good for a weekend. ' ' it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames. ' ' tell me when it's over if the high was worth the pain. ' ' i've got a long list of ex-lovers; they'll tell you i'm insane. ' ' i love the players, and you love the game. ' ' we're young, and we're reckless. we'll take this way too far. ' ' it'll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar. ' ' i've got a blank space, baby, and i'll write your name. ' ' i could show you incredible things. ' ' i'll find out what you want and be that girl for a month. ' ' wait: the worst is yet to come. ' ' i can make all the tables turn. ' ' oh my god, who is she? ' ' i get drunk on jealousy. ' ' you'll come back each time you leave. ' ' darling, i'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream. ' ' boys only want love if it's torture. ' ' don't say i didn't warn you. '

STYLE

' at midnight, come and pick me up with no headlights. ' ' this could end in burning flames or paradise. ' ' it's been a while since i've even heard from you. ' ' i should just tell you to leave, because i know exactly where it leads. ' ' i watch us go round and round and round each time. ' ' you've got that james dean daydream look in your eye. ' ' i've got that red lip classic thing that you like. ' ' when we go crashing down, we come back every time. ' ' we never go out of style. ' ' i heard that you've been out and about with some other girl. ' ' what you heard is true, but i can't stop thinking about you and i. ' ' i've been there too a few times. ' ' take me home. '

OUT OF THE WOODS

' looking at it now, it all seems so simple. ' ' the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color. ' ' are we out of the woods yet? ' ' are we in the clear yet? ' ' we were built to fall apart. ' ' remember when you hit the brakes too soon? ' ' when you started crying, i did too. ' ' when the sun came up, i was looking at you. ' ' i'm setting you free. ' ' the monsters turned out to be just trees. ' ' you were looking at me. '

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY

' people like you always want back the love they gave away, and people like me want to believe you when you say you've changed. ' ' the more i think about it now, the less i know. ' ' all i know is that you drove us off the road. ' ' all you had to do was stay. ' ' you had me in the palm of your hand. ' ' why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in? ' ' now you say you want it back, now that it's too late. ' ' i don't know what to say. ' ' i've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made. ' ' people like you always want back the love they pushed aside. ' ' people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye. '

SHAKE IT OFF

' i stay out too late. ' ' i've got nothing in my brain. ' ' i go on too many dates, but i can't make them stay. ' ' that's what people say. ' ' it's like i've got this music in my mind saying "it's gonna be alright." ' ' the players are gonna play, and the haters are gonna hate. i'm just gonna shake it off. ' ' i never miss a beat. ' ' i make the moves up as i go. ' ' you've been getting down and out about the liars and the dirty, dirty cheats of the world. ' ' my ex-man brought his new girlfriend. ' ' won't you come on over, baby? '

I WISH YOU WOULD

' it's in the past. ' ' you don't know what i never said. ' ' i wish you would come back. ' ' i wish i never hung up the phone like i did. ' ' i'll never forget you as long as i live. ' ' headlights pass the window pane, and i think of you. ' ' we're a crooked love in a straight line down. ' ' it makes me want to run and hide. ' ' i wish we could go back and remember what we were fighting for. ' ' i miss you too much to be mad anymore. ' ' you always knew how to push my buttons. ' ' you give me everything and nothing. '

BAD BLOOD

' we've got bad blood. ' ' it used to be mad love. ' ' take a look what you've done. ' ' we've got problems, and i don't think we can solve them. ' ' you made a really deep cut. ' ' did you have to do this? ' ' i was thinking that you could be trusted. ' ' did you have to hit me where i'm weak? ' ' baby, i can't breathe. ' ' it's so sad to think about the good times. ' ' did you think we'd be fine? ' ' i've still got scars in my back from your knives. ' ' these kinds of wounds last, and last. ' ' did you think it all through? ' ' all these things will catch up to you. ' ' time can heal, but this won't. ' ' band-aids don't fix bullet holes. ' ' you say sorry just for show. ' ' if you live like that, you live with ghosts. ' ' if you love like that, blood runs cold. '

WILDEST DREAMS

' let's get out of this town. drive out of the city, away from the crowds. ' ' heaven can't help me now. ' ' nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down. ' ' you're so tall. ' ' you're handsome as hell. ' ' you're so bad, but you do it so well. ' ' i can see the end as it begins. ' ' say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe, with my red lips and rosy cheeks. ' ' say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams. ' ' no one has to know what we do. ' ' your hands are in my hair, your clothes are in my room, and your voice is a familiar sound. ' ' nothing lasts forever, but this is getting good now. ' ' you'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night. ' ' when you leave me, i bet these memories'll follow you around. ' ' say you'll see me again, even if it's just pretend. '

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

' you're standing there like a ghost. ' ' you're shaking from the rain. ' ' are you insane? ' ' it's been a long six months. ' ' i was too afraid to tell you what i want. ' ' that's how it works. ' ' that's how you get the girl. ' ' i want you for worse or for better. ' ' i would wait forever and ever. ' ' i broke your heart, and i'll put it back together. ' ' remind me how it used to be, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks. ' ' you left me all alone and never told me why. ' ' that's how you lost the girl. '

THIS LOVE

' the high tide came and brought you in. ' ' i could go on and on, and i will. ' ' you were just gone. ' ' in silent screams and wildest dreams, i never dreamed of this. ' ' this love is good. ' ' this love is bad. ' ' this love is alive back from the dead. ' ' these hands had to let it go free, and this love came back to me. ' ' i struggled through the night with someone new. ' ' you showed up just in time. ' ' this love left a permanent mark. ' ' i watched you leave. ' ' when you're young, you just run. but you come back to what you need. '

I KNOW PLACES

' you stand with your hand on my waistline. it's a scene, and we're out here in plain sight. ' ' i can hear them whisper as we pass by. ' ' it's a bad sign. ' ' something happens when everybody finds out. ' ' love's a fragile little flame. it could burn out. ' ' they've got the cages, they've got the boxes and guns. they are the hunters, and we are the foxes and we run. ' ' baby, i know places we won't be found. ' ' they'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down. ' ' i know places we can hide. ' ' let them say what they want. we won't hear it. ' ' loose lips sink ships all the damn time, but not this time. ' ' just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love. ' ' they take their shots, but we're bulletproof. ' ' you know, for me it's always you. ' ' i know for you, it's always me. '

CLEAN

' the drought was the very worst: when the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst. ' ' you're still all over me, like a wine-stained dress i can't wear anymore. ' ' when i was drowning, that's when i could finally breathe. ' ' i think i am finally clean. ' ' i let the flood carry away all my pictures of you. ' ' i screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing. ' ' just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it. ' ' i'm never gonna risk it. '

WONDERLAND

' we took a wrong turn. ' ' we fell down a rabbit hole. ' ' hold on tight to me, cause nothing's as it seems. ' ' i'm spinning out of control. ' ' didn't they tell us "don't rush into things?" ' ' haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? ' ' didn't it all seem new and exciting? ' ' i should have slept with one eye open at night. ' ' we pretended it could last forever. ' ' life was never worse but never better. ' ' we were too in love to think straight. ' ' there were strangers watching, and whispers turned to talking, and talking turned to screams. ' ' it's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind. ' ' i reached for you, but you were gone. ' ' i had to go back home. ' ' you searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had. ' ' in the end, we both went mad. '

YOU ARE IN LOVE

' one look in a dark room meant just for you. ' ' time moved too fast, and i play it back. ' ' no proof—not much—but i saw enough. ' ' look up. ' ' our shoulders brushed. one touch, but i felt enough. ' ' i can hear it in the silence. ' ' i can hear it in the silence. i can feel it on the way home. i can see it with the lights out: i'm in love. ' ' you're in love. true love. ' ' i keep your shirt, and you keep your word. ' ' for once, i let go of my fears and my ghosts. ' ' it was one step. not much, but it said enough. ' ' let's kiss on sidewalks. ' ' you paused and said "you're my best friend." and i knew what it was: you're in love. ' ' you're my best friend. ' ' we're dancing in a snow globe, round and round. ' ' i keep a picture of you in my office downtown. ' ' i understand now, why they lost their minds and fought the wars. ' ' i've spent my whole life trying to put it into words. '

NEW ROMANTICS

' we're all bored. ' ' i'm so tired of everything. ' ' i wait for trains that just aren't coming. ' ' we show off our different scarlet letters. trust me, mine is better. ' ' we're so young, but we're on the road to ruin. ' ' you play dumb, but you know exactly what you're doing. ' ' life is just a classroom. ' ' baby, i could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me. ' ' every day is like a battle, but every night with us is like a dream. ' ' baby, we're the new romantics. ' ' heartbreak is the national anthem. we sing it proudly. ' ' the best people in life are free. ' ' it's all in the timing. ' ' i'm about to play my ace. ' ' you need love, but all you want is danger. ' ' the rumors are terrible and cruel, but honey, most of them are true. ' ' please take my hand. ' ' take my hand and take me dancing. ' ' take my hand and take me dancing and leave me stranded. it's so romantic. ' ' it's so romantic. '

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mikrowrites · 3 years

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cottages of constellations

c!wilbur x f!reader

warnings: angst, fluffy flashbacks, arson, character death

summary: there’s a place only known by two people, full of sweet memories and domesticity. but the world isn’t sweet anymore, and sometimes violence is the only universal language. rather, Sophie visits the cottage she and Wilbur shared before the war, and is met by an unlikely guest.

might make a part two w doomsday and revivebur, we shall see...

Y/n sighed, sitting upon her horse as the wind blew across the grassy field. Smoke still rose behind her from fires still not put out long after the destruction, the girl shaking her head to try and absolve the memory from her head.

She gripped the reins, goading the horse to move, Y/n riding across the field. She knew where she needed to go, she knew the coordinates by heart.

No one else knew about the cottage, just two people, and one of them... well, he’s dead. There’s no sugar coating that. It resided far from the server, a little place just for the two of them.

After a few hours, with the sun rising behind, Y/n rode into the woods. She kept going forwards until she reached the river, stopping the horse. She looked forwards, pursing her lips.

The cottage.

“This is the perfect place!”

Wilbur jumped off his horse, pointing to the small clearing along the river.

“You think so?” Y/n asked, walking up beside him to stare at the landscape.

“Of course.” He emphasized. “But of course perfect is wherever you are.”

Y/n scoffed. “Jesus, that was cheesy.”

Wilbur laughed, running down the landscape towards the small clearing. He turned back, smiling.

“Hey, are you coming?”

Y/n tied her horse to a lead, patting it in thanks before moving forwards, approaching the cottage.

It looked frozen in time, from when Y/n had left it to help fight for L’manburg. The flowers still looked kept, the farm out back unharvested. She smiled as she approached the cottage, taking in the blooming flowers.

“It’s a surprise, so no looking.”

“Okay, okay!” Y/n allowed Wilbur to lead her over outside the cottage.

Wilbur stopped. “Okay, you can look.”

Y/n opened her eyes, walking over to peer at several brightly colored flowers planted around the cottage’s exterior. The hues painted the landscape, causing her jaw to drop at the beauty.

“Do you like it?” Wilbur nervously asked, Y/n whipping her head around to cast him a bright smile.

“I love it, Wilbur.”

Y/n pushed the oak door open, the hinges creaking. She let out a few coughs as dust invaded her senses, stepping into the cottage. the lanterns were flickered out, pots of plants and flowers left withered and dead.

She walked past a set of bookshelves, running her fingers across the spines of the books.

Wilbur and Y/n sat together, books in each of their hands as they read and relish each other’s company. A kettle of water was being heated in the kitchen, the sun filtering through the windows.

Y/n flipped a page, not noticing as Wilbur’s eyes lifted from the pages to her face, studying every bit of her. A soft smile crossed his face as he studied her soft green eyes, the bridge of her nose, her eyebrows that were furrowed in concentration.

Suddenly her eyes flicked up, Wilbur’s face going red. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing! Nothing, no, not at all, no, uh—“Wilbur smiled sheepishly. “You’re... you’re just so ethereal right now.”

It was Y/n’s turn to blush as she tried to hide her cheeks behind the book, the boy laughing.

Y/n grasped a rung of the ladder in her hand, sighing for a moment before pulling herself up. Each step up the ladder her heart quickened, her lips trembled.

She climbed into the loft area, her breath catching in her throat.

The bed was still perfectly made from the day she left it. The sunset reflected perfectly into the room from the large glass window, casting the room into a beautiful orange hue. Y/n turned and saw the chest in the corner, the sight bringing her to her knees.

The letters.

“I’ll write you so many letters, Y/n/n!” Wilbur insisted, grasping her hands. “Every day! Until you can join me, we can send those letters.”

Y/n nodded eagerly. “I’ll miss you, Wil.”

The boy pulled her into an embrace, the girl burying her face in his shirt. He smiled, tracing circles into her back comfortingly. “A letter a day for you, until we see each other again.”

And a letter a day she received.

The letters came daily, some recalling the events of the day, some poems, some love letters. Y/n read each letter enthusiastically, hearing of Wilbur’s adventures and the people he encountered. The nation he was creating, L’manburg.

Then, after receiving a letter detailing the start of the war for L’manburg, Y/n packed her bag, took her horse, and left for the server. She fought alongside Wilbur and the others, resisting for independence.

Y/n’s hands trembled as she sifted through and read each letter, the open pieces of parchment cast about the floor in front of her. Her heart ached as she read the words of a man whom she had lost so long ago, so long before his death. The Wilbur that had wrote Y/n songs and poems declaring his love and admiration had died in that war, leaving a man she could hardly recognize.

The orange glow of the sun was fading from the room, darkening the inside of the cottage. Y/n felt tears gather in her eyes as she finished reading the last letter, two teardrops pattering on the wood floor. The letter fluttered from her hand onto the ground with the rest, the girl wiping the tears from her cheeks.

She stood, looking out the window and noting how night was fast approaching. Y/n frowned, reaching into her pocket to produce a box of matches, walking over the the bedside lantern to light it. She struck the match, the flame igniting, lighting the lantern.

Y/n went to shake out the match before freezing, her eyes fixed upon the yellow light of the small flickering flame.

The fire crackled softly as melodic guitar chords filled the night with sweet music. The river rushed by near them, as well as the sounds of the rustling leaves in the wind, creating an orchestra of soothing sounds.

Y/n smiled, closing her eyes and resting her head against Wilbur’s shoulder as he strummed the guitar. They sat on a blanket in front of the fire, one of Wilbur’s coats draped over the girl’s shoulders.

Peace. Both felt total and complete peace.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Y/n mused, staring up at the stars.

“Maybe, someday, we will. We’ll just lay and chart constellations.” Wilbur responded confidently.

Y/n smiled, closing her eyes and letting the sounds of Wilbur’s guitar and the campfire lull her to sleep.

“I’d like that.”

The lit match felt heavy between Y/n’s fingers, the girl sitting amongst the countless letters once more. Night had fallen, the stars dotting the sky. Y/n stared out at the stars, catching sight of constellations and clouds and the moon.

She reached for a letter, parting her lips.

“You lied to me.”

Y/n stood once more and let the letter meet the match, the paper going up in flames. She dropped it, the flaming parchment falling to the floor and igniting the rest of the precious letters that could have redeemed Wilbur.

She stepped back, watching as flames set to the wood of the room, the bed, the carpet. The girl spared the room one last look before climbing down the ladder, throwing the match onto the bookshelf, and walking out of the cottage. Y/n walked backwards, watching as surely the cottage was caught in a fury of flames.

Y/n finally let herself breathe, exhaling deeply as if a weight had lifted off her chest. She watched her old home burn, finally feeling a sense of finality.

“You sure did a number on that house.”

Her eyes widened, spinning and quickly unsheathing her sword and raising it to the person behind her’s neck. Y/n’s eyes hardened, glaring at the unwanted visitor.

“What the fuck are you doing here.” She spat.

She could almost see Dream’s smile from under his mask. “Wilbur sure did love his secrets. Was will to impart a few to me in exchange for some TNT. I figured you might be here.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. “He... he told you about the cottage?”

“Y/n... he told me everything.” Dream responded. She slowly lowered her sword, stepping away from Dream. “I understand everything now. Your blind devotion to him, the loyalty. The server that drove him to betray that trust.”

“You did.” Y/n insisted. “You drove him to his death. You caused all of this.”

“Wilbur made his own decisions.” Dream shrugged. “And as I can see now, so can you.”

Y/n turned to look back at the fire. “So, you’re here to kill me then, yeah?”

“No, I’m not.” Dream quickly replied, Y/n looking back at him. “I’m here to make you an offer.”

“An offer? What the hell does that mean?” She scoffed.

Dream approached her. “They’re rebuilding L’Manburg as we speak. They never learn, they never understand. They call Wilbur insane, yet maybe he was the most sane of us all. He saw and understood the truth, and that scared them. So here’s what I offer you, Y/n. Help me take them down. I’ll pay you a good price.”

“What could you pay me that’s worth my time?” Y/n raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms.

Dream reached into his pocket, throwing a few netherite ingots and several diamonds onto the grass in front of her. Y/n’s eyes widened slightly, looking up at him. “There’s so much more where this came from. And better yet,” Dream tilted his head slightly as he held a bundle of fabric to her, the brown shades and patches so very familiar; Wilbur’s coat. “you can finish what Wilbur started.”

Y/n stared wordlessly at the piece of clothing held out in front of her, before closing her eyes.

“Wil?” Y/n wandered over to where Wilbur sat in the darkness of Pogtopia, the girl kneeling down next to him.

“Hey, Y/n/n.” He smiled tightly, sitting forwards. “What’s up?”

The girl smiled sadly. “I don’t know. I just... everything’s all wrong. I don’t know how to fix it.”

The man pondered her words, considering how the events of the next few days would play out. The heartache and betrayal.

It was no secret Wilbur and Y/n had been drifting apart. The lingering trauma of her torturous life in Manburg and the loss of her first two canon lives, him grieving the loss of his country. They were both hanging on by a thread, and comfort was hard to be sought between the two of them.

Wilbur knew he would die soon. He knew that the end of his story was approaching, but maybe, he could have one more sweet memory with the girl he had fallen helplessly in love with.

“Let’s go look at the stars.”

Y/n perked up, her featured contorted in surprise. “What?”

“Like we used to, by the river. Let’s go stargazing.” Wilbur stood, holding out his hand to help her up. The girl took it, the boy pulling her up to standing and intertwining his fingers in hers, pulling her through the ravine.

They trudged up the stone stairs and through the hidden doorway, out into the open air. Wilbur led Y/n into a clearing, where he shrugged off his jacket, laying it on the ground. He beckoned her over, the two laying on top of the fabric and staring up.

The sky was exceptionally clear that night, the stars glittering beautifully against a dark sky. Wilbur turned to watch Y/n stare up at the stars, noting her lips twitch softly as she began to list constellations under her breath. He took her hand once more, looking up at the stars.

That was the last moment they shared together before he died.

Y/n opened her eyes, looking up at Dream, who held out a hand to shake. She sheathed her sword, nodding slightly before taking the jacket and reaching her hand out, clasping his palm in a firm shake.

The man chuckled from behind his mask, stepping backwards. “You’ll be hearing from me. Goodbye, Y/n.” With that he left, the girl left standing alone on the riverbank. She stood still for a beat before bending down, moving the items to her inventory, shrugging on the trench coat, and turning back to the cottage.

It was nearly burnt to the ground at this rate, the flowers outside catching. Y/n swore for a moment she could see a glimpse of a tall boy in a yellow sweater in the flames, but brushed it off. She made the trek over to her horse, climbing onto the saddle.

She cast one more look at the remains of the cottage before cracking the reins, riding away.

It was time to finish what Wilbur had started.

a/n: i wrote this before the philza lore where wilbur fabricated history in the letters, so just assume that wilbur was truthful in these letters and y/n arrived directly before the duel and the betrayal.

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ao719 · 3 years

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Strike A Pose

It's @zaffrenotes birthday! 🥳🤩

Happy birthday, Donna! You have been such a bright spot for so long for both Gen and I. What started out as a love for Liam and a thirst for Henney a couple of years ago has turned into a friendship that we both are grateful for. Between rice, all things potatoes, TVD, loathing and loving characters, Dino, and things we can’t unsee no matter how much we wish we could, we’ve had a lot of laughs. We hope your day is as amazing as you are! Love you! 🍚❤️

A/N: This is a collab written with my favorite asshole, @cocomaxley. Absolutely nothing in this fic should be taken seriously. It’s probably the most ridiculous thing we’ve ever written together, but we had some laughs while working on it. Thank you @burnsoslow, @emichelle, and @the-soot-sprite for reading this over for us!

Summary: Charlotte finds a buried secret from Drake’s college days.

This part of my Full Disclosure AU.

Charlotte, along with Liam and Maxwell, were at Drake’s cabin, looking around his cluttered garage. Drake had been using it for storage, and he now wanted to brew his own beer since Liam had given him a brewing kit for his birthday. He decided that the garage was the best place to set up the station for his new hobby. The only issue was that the garage was jam-packed with years’ worth of junk.

Drake pointed to the different machines that were scattered around the space and addressed Maxwell. “Beaumont, move that equipment outside. We can put them in different spots after the garage is cleared out.”

Drake then turned to Liam, gesturing to the open loft. “Li, can you get the crap from the storage space up there and bring it down?” Liam nodded and began making his way up the narrow steps.

Charlotte bounced on the balls of her feet, awaiting her instructions. “What about me, Drake? What do I get to do? Do I get to demolish walls?”

Drake shook his head. “We aren’t demolishing anything, Brooks. I repeat, nothing is to be demolished or broken.” He eyed a large steamer trunk in the corner of the garage and pointed to it. “You can look through that and sort through what looks like it’s worth keeping or tossing.”

Charlotte’s face fell in disappointment. “That’s it? I get to sort through trash?”

“It’s not trash. There are probably important documents in there that I need. Besides, the only risk of you hurting yourself by doing that is getting a papercut.” Drake chuckled as he watched Charlotte stomp towards the corner.

“Ha ha ha. So funny, Walker.” Charlotte opened the lid, groaning when she saw the mess of papers inside. She grabbed as many as she could in her hand and pulled them out. “Ouch!” She looked at her finger that was starting to ooze with blood from the first cut.

Drake burst out laughing. “Did you seriously just get a papercut, Brooks?”

Charlotte hid her hand behind her back. “No, I did not! I just said ‘ouch’ to make you think I got a papercut.”

****

Over the next few hours, the friends worked in silence. Every once in a while, the men would hear Charlotte groan or say ‘owww’ or ‘son of a bitch’ or ‘that stings like the devil’ as she accumulated more papercuts. A long while later, the silence was broken by Charlotte’s shriek of laughter. She was holding a stack of Polaroid photos in her hand, laughing like a hyena. Curious, the men gathered behind her to see what was so funny.

When Drake caught a glimpse of the first photo, his cheeks immediately flushing crimson with embarrassment, and he grabbed them from her hand.

I thought I got rid of these. “These are … uh … they’re nothing.”

Charlotte snorted. “I can’t unsee it! You tried to be a model? You don’t even like to smile!”

Liam plucked the Polaroids from Drake’s hand while he was busy scowling at Charlotte, and he dodged away when Drake tried to take them back. Even the King couldn’t keep his laughter at bay upon seeing the top photo as his eyes widened. “What the fuck is this?” Liam shrieked.

Charlotte burst into laughter over Liam’s inability to keep his amusement contained. “Even Liam thinks it’s funny!” Charlotte shook her head. “That poor bag. What did it ever do to you?”

“Um … just why?” Maxwell asked.

Drake ripped the photos from Liam’s grasp and sighed. “Back when I was in college in New York … I needed some extra money. So … I took up a modeling gig.”

“You … you modeled?” Charlotte giggled. “Like … really modeled? With a real photographer for a legitimate modeling agency?”

Drake looked up at her, recalling the memory. He wished it wasn’t real.

****

Drake got into the waiting taxi, feeling optimistic about this opportunity. He had seen the advertisement for male models pinned to the bulletin board inside the entrance of his dorm just a couple of days prior. It wasn’t something he had ever given thought to before, but the advertisement said experience wasn’t necessary, and he was in need of some extra cash as he worked towards getting an apartment of his own. They weren’t cheap in New York City. When he called the number, the agent that answered seemed eager to meet with him.

Drake watched as the buildings of New York got taller the deeper they drove into the city. He looked at his watch, expecting to arrive at his destination at any moment, but the cabbie continued to drive over the Verrazano Bridge to Staten Island.

Drake chuckled nervously. “Did you miss it? Are we turning around?”

The cab driver grunted. “Nah, man. We’re almost there.”

The taxi drove into a seedy neighborhood and stopped in front of a brown brick house, and Drake laughed. “This is a joke, right? You’re supposed to take me to Ford Modeling Agency. This is someone’s house!”

The cabbie rolled his eyes. “This is the address you gave me. That’ll be $69.60.”

Drake’s eyes widened. “Seventy dollars? Are you insane?” He was doing this to try to make extra money, and after today he would be $140 in the hole. Good thing he still got a monthly allowance from the King.

After reluctantly paying the taxi driver, Drake got out of the vehicle and stared up at the house. I might die here today. He shook the thought; honestly, how bad could it be? As he walked up the pathway towards the door, he noticed a cardboard sign staked into the yard that read ‘Forde Molding Agencee’ written in bubble letters in black marker.

Drake mumbled profanities under his breath, and for a moment, he considered just walking away, but then the front door opened. A man with shaggy, greasy brown hair, an odd-shaped nose, and a full beard smiled from the doorway of the house.

The stranger extended his hand. “You must be Drake. I’m Neal. Neal Spooner.”

Drake extended his hand, trying his best to smile like it didn’t hurt his face. “Yes, I’m Drake Walker.”

Neal opened the door wider for Drake to enter. “Welcome to Forde Modeling Agency.”

Drake went to take a step but stopped and looked at him curiously. “Did you say For-day?”

“Yes! F-O-R-D-E. It’s pronounced Forday. It’s French.”

Drake’s brow quirked; the man spoke with a heavy southern twang, lived in Staten Island, and was now telling him his name was French. Yep, I’m definitely going to die here. He kept his mistake of thinking he was heading to a meeting with Ford, a legitimate modeling agency, to himself. He didn’t want to be disrespectful, and he also wanted to save himself the embarrassment. And he still needed the money.

Drake took in his surroundings inside the house. There was brown carpet that he was sure was a different color back in the 80s, along with wood-paneled walls. He then looked at his agent. He was wearing brown house slippers, a pair of New York Rangers pajama pants, and a dingy white t-shirt with a small hole in the chest and a larger hole in the armpit. This is one hairy dude.

“Let's go to my studio, shall we?” Neal broke the silence.

Drake felt a glimmer of hope at the word ‘studio.’ That hope immediately turned into dread when Neal led him through the kitchen and to a set of horror movie stairs in the mudroom; they walked down to the musty-smelling basement. The ‘studio’ had orange shag carpet and unfinished concrete walls. In the far corner, there was a makeshift “shooting” area with a white sheet attached to the wall with blue painter’s tape.

Neal walked to a closet and opened the door; he reached in and removed a couple of props and some outfits. He turned and threw a pair of tighty whities, a white ribbed tank top, and a black unitard at Drake. “Here, put one of these on.”

Drake looked at the articles of clothing in horror. “You want me to wear these? Have they been worn before?”

Neal chuckled at Drake’s facial expression. “Does it really matter? You’ll only be wearing them for a few minutes.”

“I don’t think so, man. I’m not going commando in another man’s fatigues.” Drake put the items onto a nearby table.

Neal rolled his eyes. “Fine, then strip!” Neal turned his back on Drake to prepare the camera.

After a lot of grumbling under his breath and more contemplation over leaving, Drake finally complied. He stood in the middle of the room, buck naked, covering his manly goods with his hands. Just then, he heard the basement door creak open and the sound of footsteps.

“Neal, dear, I made cookies for you and your friend.” An elderly lady rounded the corner with a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Neal grinned at his mother. “Thanks, Mamaw! They smell delicious. Just hand them to Drake.”

The woman smiled at Drake, offering him the plate. Drake internally panicked. If he removed both hands, he would surely give this lady a sneak peek. He opted to leave one hand in place and take the plate with the other.

“Erm … thank you, ma’am,” he said with a nod.

“You’re welcome, dear. Neal’s friends are always welcome.” Without another word, she made her way back upstairs.

Neal approached Drake and plucked a cookie off of the plate. “Have one. She makes the best cookies.”

****

Charlotte’s cackle interrupted Drake retelling his story. “You mean to tell me, this guy’s mother baked cookies, and you were standing there, ass out on full display while covering your slim jim?”

Liam was sitting on a crate shaking in silent laughter as tears streamed down his face. He was clutching his stomach, and his mouth was open, but no sound was coming out. Maxwell shushed Charlotte. “Shhhh, I wanna hear the rest of this story.”

****

Neal looked at Drake as he held the plate of cookies in his hand; his expression was filled with apprehension as he stared at the “photographer.” “Cookies not your thing?” Neal asked as he took a step towards him.

“Uhh …” Drake trailed off.

“I like beef jerky myself.” Drake’s eyebrows raised, and suddenly, Neal procured a bag of beef jerky from the pocket of his pajama pants.

****

“Wait, wait, wait,” Maxwell waved his hands. “This dude just pulled out a random bag from his pants and offered you some meat sticks?”

Drake just stared at him, ignoring Liam and Charlotte who’s laughs became louder, but his attention was pulled when he heard a snort from behind him; he turned to see Bastien in the garage doorway. “Sounds like this Neal fellow wanted a bit of your meat stick, son.”

At Bastien’s words, the normally stoic King completely lost it. Liam’s heel kicked the crate he was sitting on as he doubled forward with a wheezed rush of air; his eyes were squinted, and he struggled to breathe through his laughter.

Charlotte rolled to the floor from her seat, curling into the fetal position at Liam’s feet as she shrieked with laughter. “I … I think ... I think I just wet myself,” she squeaked. Liam’s foot slid as he began to slip off the crate, kicking Charlotte in the head with the tip of his sneaker. “Ow!”

That only caused the pair to laugh harder, and Liam crumpled to the floor, covering Charlotte’s body with his own as they failed miserably to compose themselves.

Drake glared at the hysterical couple. “You guys are such fucking assholes.”

“Well, did you eat the offered jerky or not?” Maxwell asked, causing Liam to screech as he buried his face into the crook of Charlotte’s neck while his entire body shook.

“Yes, Drake, did you eat his meat stick?” Charlotte asked in between laughs. Another loud snort escaped Bastien; Drake turned in time to see the head guard walk out of the garage. Charlotte began to cough, trying her hardest to stop laughing. “Sorry, Drake. Keep going. Please, tell me more.”

“No! Fuck you guys!” Drake stomped away towards a pile of trash that needed to be swept up.

Maxwell pouted. “I really want to know what happens next. Like, did your picture wind up in Women’s Hustler?” Another loud guffaw came from Liam; Charlotte could feel his body vibrating against hers as he failed to stop laughing. Seeing Liam this way was Charlotte’s favorite thing and only made her laugh more.

Drake huffed but continued on as he swept the floor. “So then …”

****

Drake shook his head at Neal. “No, man. I’m good. Thanks …”

Neal shrugged his shoulders. “Alrighty, then.” He pointed towards the shooting area. “Sit on that stool with your feet on the top rung and cross your ankles together, knees apart.”

Drake sat down with his hands still covering his manhood. “Uh … I didn’t realize these were going to be nude photos.”

Neal shook his head, “No, they aren’t nudes. Here …” He tossed Drake an extremely large leather crocodile print handbag. “Put that between your legs.”

“Excuse me? Put what where now?”

“Between your legs! Then put your arms behind your head and flex those muscles.” When Drake did as instructed, Neal approached him; he combed Drake’s hair forward and floofed it; Drake shuddered as the man’s hands touched his hair, and not in the good shudder way. Neal took a step back to examine his work before nodding. Then he held up the camera. “Now give Neal your best smoldering look.” He pronounced Neal as “Nay-al,” speaking with a French accent.

Drake arched his brow. “Did you just say ‘Nay-al’?”

“It is my alter ego when I am in photographer mode. NOW, SMOLDER!” Drake’s eyes slightly widened at Neal’s sudden change of tone before he heard the first click of the camera. Is that … a Polaroid camera? “Pout de’ lips!” Drake looked back at Neal and jutted his bottom lip out awkwardly, unsure what he was doing exactly. “CHIN UP! Hollow those cheeks!” Drake sucked his cheeks between his teeth, still with his lip out as he flexed his muscles. Click after click came, and the camera spit Polaroids out one after the other. Neal suddenly dropped the camera to his side. “No, no … this is all wrong. Something is missing …” Neal popped his hip as he tapped a finger to his lips, thinking. “AH-HA!”

Neal turned on his heel and headed towards a closet, flinging the door open. He began throwing items behind him while he looked for something: a hot pink feather boa sailed through the air, a can of glitter spray, some rope and duct tape, a pair of heeled combat boots, a deflated blow-up doll, and what Drake was pretty certain was a dildo.

Neal emerged from the closet a moment later, holding a pair of sunglasses in his hand with a triumphant smile. “All of that and sunglasses was what you were looking for?”

“Do not question my creative mind! Put these on.” Drake did as he was asked and slipped the sunglasses on; Neal fixed Drake’s hair again and looked at him with a broad grin. “PERFECTION! Now strike that same pose as last time.”

An entire roll of film later -- and after putting on the offered clothes that he had declined to wear before -- Drake was thankful to be slipping back into his own clothing. Neal gathered up the Polaroids scattered around his feet, wearing a gleeful smile. “Uh … so did you get the shots you needed?” Drake asked as he slipped his shoes on.

“Oh, yes,” Neal giggled. “These are splendid.”

Drake watched as he flipped through the pictures, almost as if Neal had forgotten he was even there. Drake cleared his throat. “So, uh … my payment?”

“Oh, right,” Neal said. Keeping his eyes on the photos, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled one dollar bill and outstretched his arm, handing it to Drake.

“A FUCKING DOLLAR?” Drake bellowed; his booming voice caused Neal to snap his gaze over to him.

“A set amount was never agreed upon.”

“GIVE ME THOSE!” Drake snatched the pile of photos from Neal’s hand. “You fucking greasy ass freak!” He turned and stormed up the stairs.

“Did you two have fun?” Neal’s mother asked Drake as he stormed through the kitchen.

Drake didn’t answer. His eyes fell on the plate of cookies; he reached out and snatched one before running outside.

****

“You … you got a whole ass dollar for all of that?” Charlotte howled. Liam was now lying on his back with his hands on his chest; his face was red, and the veins in his neck bulged from lack of oxygen as he continued to laugh. “You can’t even get something from the dollar menu at McDonald’s for just a dollar. You were short of the tax,” she squealed through a giggle, resting her head on Liam as he laughed harder and rolled towards her.

Maxwell stood and clapped Drake on the shoulder. “Sorry your modeling career didn’t work out, buddy. I’m gonna be honest, these aren’t the most flattering photos, so maybe it worked out for the best.” He went back to cleaning out the garage, singing, “I’m a model, you know what I mean. And I do my little turn on the catwalk.” Maxwell spun in a circle and began to moonwalk backward. “Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah.”

Charlotte stood up. “Drake shakes his little tush in Neal’s basement.” She turned towards Drake and shimmied her butt. Liam threw his head back in another laugh as he finally attempted to stand.

****

Several days later, Drake was in the newly cleaned garage with his brewing station set up. He was eager to get started after spending a lot of time researching different ingredients and methods. He was interrupted by an urgent knock on the garage door. When he opened it, there was a delivery man holding two large thin packages.

“Drake Walker?” the man asked.

“Yeah, that’s me. What’s all this?”

The man shoved the packages into Drake’s arms as he replied, “Delivery from Her Majesty, the Queen.”

Drake peeled off the envelope from the front of one of the boxes.

Dear Drake,

I thought these would add a nice touch to your brewery.

xoxo,

Charlotte

Drake opened the boxes and noticed that they were large pictures. When he saw what they were, he groaned. He looked at 24 by 36 framed canvases of his modeling photos. “Why did I think this would be something I actually wanted?”

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hepaidattention · 3 years

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awake

After waking up alone for so long, experiencing nothing but the empty feeling of loss and the plaguing reminder that this might be his forever… finding, feeling someone beside him felt unreal.

Show: Teen Wolf - Ship: Styles and Lydia - Rating: E - Setting: Takes place after 6a.

The sound of a train horn blasted through his memories, vibrated through his ears, and pulsed through his heart; Stiles woke up from his bed in a jolt. Springing up from the mattress he was sweating, gasping for air like it might be his last. He was panting as he looked around the room and felt his chest, his sheets - was this real? It had been a month since the Wild Hunt and Stiles had woken up every night struggling with reality. Every night he dreamt of the train station, the feeling of time stopping, never knowing how long he’d be there - it just felt like eternity never coming to an end and all he wanted was for it to stop. It felt so real like he was slipping back into the Wild Hunt and slipping out of reality again. After every dream he would wake and start to doubt that he was really there, it was like the Nogistune all over again. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was the dream. He couldn’t help but worry that if this was reality, it wouldn’t last.

“Stiles?” A delicate hand slipped over Stiles’ shoulder, another hand settling on his leg. Lydia sat beside him half-awake, all her strawberry blond curls were a mess, and her long eyelashes seemed to be almost too heavy for her sleepy eyes to lift. “Did you have that dream again?” she asked him as she massaged his back shoulder without any thought to it. It was just a natural instinct to her, like breathing, or blinking.

“Yeah,” Stiles rubbed his face, still not fully awake himself. He grabbed Lydia’s hand that sat on his leg and he held it in an unconventional kind of handholding. He sighed, his nerves calming with her presence there to hold on to. “It just feels so real every time, it’s like…” he looks down at their intertwined fingers and a rush of panic washes over him. After waking up alone for so long, experiencing nothing but the empty feeling of loss and the plaguing reminder that this might be his forever… finding, feeling someone beside him felt unreal. As Lydia lightly pressed her lips to his shoulder, he suddenly remembered a time he dreamed like this before. He was being haunted by nightmares every time he closed his eyes, never knowing when he was awake or asleep, and Lydia always was there in his dreams to comfort him. Her being there used to assure him he wasn’t really awake. But now, he looked at their hands, he scanned over her face, and he didn’t know what to think.

“What is it?” she asked in a hushed tone, her hand still rubbing his back in circular motions. “You can tell me.”

“Are you…” he couldn’t finish it. He didn’t want to finish it. “How do I know this is real?”

Lydia gave him a watery smile. The kind of smile she always gave him when her eyes begged to cry, but his gentle soul always reminded her life was always worth it with him by her side. She pulled their intertwined hands up and untwined them, holding his hand out and grabbing each of his long fingers with her small, dainty ones. She started with his pinky and began to count, “One,” she went to the next finger, “two,” and the next, “three,” and once she held his fourth finger she nudged him to say it.

Stiles blinked away tears and slowly said, “Four,” she pinched his thumb between her index finger and thumb and he sighed out, “Five.” He felt his heart rate start to slow again. She grabbed his second hand, but he shook his head. “It’s okay.”

Lydia searched his eyes for a long moment, making sure he wasn’t lying to make her feel better but was genuinely okay. Once she was satisfied with the answer, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

“I love you,” he practically whispered to her, his heart so full with her here.

Lydia caressed his face with her hands and smiled as she said, “I love you, too.” She kissed him again, this time a soft and chaste kiss on the lips. “Now let’s go back to bed - you have make-up tests tomorrow and you’re gonna need your rest.”

He complaisantly nodded and they lied back in the bed, Lydia’s arms raveled around his ribcage as he held her with both his arms securely encircling her. She closed her eyes as she listened to the calming sound of his heart beating inside his chest, but Stiles couldn't close his eyes. He watched the ceiling, the feeling of dread tormenting him every time he blinked. He didn’t want this to go away; if this was the dream then he didn’t want to wake up. The longer he fought the urge to sleep the more he felt panic creeping up on him.

“Stiles,” Lydia’s voice broke the deafening silence in the room. She always knew when he wasn’t okay, she could always sense it - just like he could with her. She rose up to look him in the face and her eyes were sad - his pain hurt her too and he hated it. “Let’s go for a drive.”

He slowly nodded, choking out, “Okay,” before they slid out of bed and tiptoed out the door.

They didn’t say anything to each other, they didn’t need to. The radio was quietly playing some kind of old baseball game from weeks ago while Stiles just drove. He held Lydia’s hand when he didn’t have to change gears, and Lydia just enjoyed the brisk late-night breeze blowing over her face and through her untamed hair. After a while of mindlessly driving, they reached a stoplight that was blinking red at them and Stiles came to a halt. He didn’t need to, it was a yield signal and no one was around for miles, but he just sat there and stared at the light.

Lydia watched him for a moment, squeezing his hand, and finally saying, “Stiles?”

“I used to dream of you,” he breathed out, staring at the wheel now, “when me, Scott, and Allison were all being haunted by the Nemeton. I would have these dreams that never ended like I was stuck in Ground Hog’s Day or something, but they were nightmares.” He turned his head and looked towards her (but hardly ever at her), “but you would always show up at one point, and you would be the only good thing about the dream. You’d make me feel like it wouldn’t be so bad if I was stuck forever that time because you were there. It was like you would help me feel calm in the midst of a panic attack.” He let out a shaky breath, “They always felt so real too, and then every time you would leave or I would leave, or you’d be ripped away from me - whatever it was you could never stay and … I guess I just get scared sometimes that I’m still asleep, and this is just the part of the dream where you’re here, but it won’t last.”

“You…” she looked more confused than anything. Her brow was furrowed and she was deep in thought. “You used to dream I was there?”

He nodded, “I know it sounds stupid - it was never in a creepy stalker way, you just grounded me-”

“It doesn’t sound stupid.”

He finally met her eyes then, realizing she meant more than just reassurance. “It doesn’t?”

“I… used to dream of you too, and they always felt real… until I woke up.” She turned her body towards him, folding one of her legs under her so she could face him completely. “What if we were really there, together?”

Stiles looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Lyds, c’mon,”

“No, no think about it, Stiles. It all happened after the Nemeton, right? I was your emotional tether - I mean I brought you back from the dead. That had to have caused some kind of permanent tether between us. I - I used to dream every night that you were having nightmares, and I was always there to comfort you, and I’d always wake up with us being separated somehow.” He watched her like she was about to say psych! But she didn’t. She was serious. She added, “It’s no secret we have a connection beyond normal human restrictions.”

“All those times that you were there ... it was really you?” he looked like he might cry, tears glassing his eyes.

Her thumb glided over his cheekbone and she smiled, the red blinking lights casting over his shadowed face. “I was always there. I never left.”

The touch of her hand on his cheek, the warmth, the pressure of her nails, the tickle of her thumb lightly stroking his skin: she was his anchor. This feeling, the feeling of her, always weighed him back to reality. He grabbed her palm and kissed it. Then he stared down at it, counting her perfect, small fingers one by one out of habit.

“Stiles,” she slipped her free hand under his chin and lifted his head to meet his eyes, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded, but this time he really meant it. This was real. No matter how ridiculous that thought was to him, Stiles Stilinski in the car with Lydia Martin, dating Lydia Martin, Lydia Martin loving him back. No matter how insane this was, how unbelievable that this was his reality, this was real. “You were dreaming of me all that time, huh?” he wiggled his brows teasingly, trying to lighten the mood. “Who knew you had the hots for me for so long.”

She scoffed, shaking her head at her goofy boyfriend and pursing her lips. He told her once he came back from the Wild Hunt that he knew since saving her from Eichen House that she loved him back, he just was waiting for her to realize it. He had no idea she was silently loving him for much longer and for that though, and for that very reason she liked to remind him (despite his teasing). “The moment I kissed you in that locker room, I was screwed.” Her face softened as she said, “There was no turning back.”

“If it makes you feel any better I was screwed over all the way back to the 3rd grade,” he smirked up at her.

“Yeah,” she bit down on her bottom lip in thought, then she asked, “when did you realize it? What moment did you realize you loved me?”

He met her eyes and he looked almost nervous to say it as if it was embarrassing to admit. However, he confidently said, “Recess, I remember it was a Tuesday because you did this thing that year where you wore a designated color every day. Tuesdays were my favorite because you always wore green and I loved how green made your eyes sparkle.” He was drawing circles on her palm and avoiding eye contact as he told the rest of the story. He continued with, “Me, Scott, Jake Randal, and another kid, Ryan something, we were all pretending to be Ninja Turtles. The Ryan kid ran off mad because he didn’t want to be Donatello, and then you came up to us.” Stiles chuckled at the memory, “I remember my heart feeling like it literally stopped beating as you stood there in your green dress and flower clips. You asked me if you could be Donatello because he was your favorite, and I couldn’t make words come out of my mouth. So Jake, like the asshole he was, pushed you and said only boys could play Ninja Turtles.” He finally looked up then, meeting her gaze again. He was surprised to see tears in them, her looking at him like he just told her he loved her for the first time. He shrugged and finished with, “You stomped on his foot and told him to suck it basically. Then you went off and started your own Ninja Turtle team with some of the girls. Jake was so pissed because you told everyone you were the leader, despite being Donatello, because he was the smartest so he deserved to be the one calling the shots. When we passed you on the swings as you guys played, you yelled something science-y that honestly sounded 100% right and still goes over my head to this day. That was the moment I first told Scott I thought I was in love.”

She smiled through tears, “That was your moment?”

“Lyds, to be completely honest, I think I was in love with you the moment I saw you,” he puffed out a laugh, “that was just the moment I knew I wanted to marry you one day.”

Lydia couldn’t hold it back anymore. She kissed him, a full-force kind of passionate kiss that knocked Stiles back a little. He tangled his hands in her hair as he kissed her back, and Lydia melted away into his touch. They both pulled back to breathe, their foreheads meeting each other, hands on his jaw, fingers tracing her lips. “We should get home,” he crooned. Suddenly the thought of sleep sounded like the best idea he had ever had. He wasn’t scared anymore - Lydia truly had always been there, she wasn’t about to go anywhere now.

She nodded against him, and they stayed that way for a few moments before they forced themselves to part so Stiles could drive them back to his house. They dragged their feet back up the stairs and into his room, Lydia immediately entangling her body around him as they collided with the bed. She fell asleep to the solaced rhythm of his heartbeat pounding against her ear, and Stiles closed his eyes with ease - the solid grip of Lydia in his embrace a comfort in knowing he was going to wake up in the morning with the love of his life still in his arms.

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