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Collision Course Coachella
Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (Female) Synopsis: The last person you expect to see dancing his way around the Coachella venue right in front of you is Dylan O'Brien, but sometimes the universe just puts you in the right place at the right time. Tags: Coachella, Dancing, Semi-Public Sex, Slow-Burn, Protected and Unprotected sex (this is fantasy...be safe) Rating: Explicit (obviously) Author’s Note: You wanted it, I stayed up all night to give it to ya ;) It’s juicy, and I’ve decided to turn it into a limited series due to popular demand! A three-part saga of the weekend the reader and Dylan spend together at Coachella 2022. Index: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3
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Day 2: Careeneing (Dylan POV)
Dylan woke up feeling a bit worse for wear, but by the time he’d fallen asleep in the soft bed of their vacation rental, he’d mostly sobered up, and hydrated himself enough that he didn’t feel like death when he finally peeled his eyelids open. He wasn’t free from the dull ache behind his eyes, or the dry mouth that had him smacking his tongue. Thirty was no joke, you can’t go ham without consequence. 
He promised himself he wasn’t going to sleep in too long—didn’t want to miss too much—but by the time he rolled out of his sheets and hauled his ass to the shower, it was already almost noon. He shuffled into the bathroom off his bedroom, adjusting the semi in his boxers before he stood in front of the large mirror over the long vanity and rubbed his knuckles into his eyes. He appraised himself, leaning in to see how bloodshot his eyes were, ran his hand over the pink flush of the slight sunburn he’d managed to get across his chest the day before. The consequences of his wardrobe choice brought a little smile to his face. 
Walking around the festival practically shirtless had been pretty freeing. He couldn’t lie. He was generally a bit more reserved, especially in public, but he’d grown a little tired of being on his best behaviour. He just wanted to have a good time. Bare chest in the California sunshine, a little to the left of sober, and nestled between thighs of a charming as hell stranger. 
He could hear the others in the common area of the shared suite laughing and chatting. 
Today was going to be a good time. Pre-drinks at the hotel, a few others were meeting them before they headed over to the festival grounds, but he needed to be a little more awake before he was ready to entertain guests or field any more questions about the night before. The guys badgered him a bit more than he liked on the walk back, but he pretty effectively deflected. The two of you had eventually met back up with the others. 
Dylan smiled as he turned on the faucet of the shower and let the water run until it warmed before he stepped in. Last night had been fucking wild. The whole day really, but it wasn’t like he frequently fucked women he’d only just met in bathroom stalls, so the event was kind of a stand-out. He supposed it was partly an extension of the letting go he’d been trying to engage more in. Just let go of some of the reservations that he’d always felt held him back from really enjoying the fuck out of life. And this girl? She was definitely something he’d enjoyed.   
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So... Listen, was this update meant to be fucking 15k words? NO. Absolutely not, but these two refused to be rushed? Who the hell am I to argue. Please let me know what you think! I shoot your feedback right into my muhfuhkin veins, dude. I live for it <3 Happy reading! -Trashy xoxo
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chilewithcarnage · 24 days
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'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me
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BEN AFFLECK Jan 04 2024
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crabussy · 1 year
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hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?
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animesickos · 10 months
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We're on a new platform with a totally different audience...we have to prove ourselves all over again...convince a totally new group of people to think we're funny and worth your attention....so allow me to drop some of my "A" material....the funniest thing I got.......here goes....... jeef berky
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lazylittledragon · 3 months
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can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024
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bevsi · 6 months
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“spotify stops tracking today so we can listen to cringe!!” free yourself from this mental prison at once
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"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have
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glitch-frog · 8 months
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clicker training but its just a single piano key that makes you sad
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zomblorbs · 5 months
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i wish there wasn’t such a stigmatized view on platonically loving people.
I can’t call people nicknames and pet names like hun and honey without them immediately assuming i have romantic interest in them.
i can’t tell my friends i love them without adding on “platonically” or shortening the phrase “ily” “love you” “love u”
i love a lot of people. i love my sister, i love my boyfriend, and i love my best friend. All different versions of love.
let us love people openly and honestly without it being seen as “making a move” or being romantically interested.
please please please stop assuming that love is strictly romantic, i promise you life becomes so much brighter and bigger when you stop keeping love strictly romantic.
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crimeboys · 1 month
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god i love making animatics in my head i wish drawing was real
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oflights · 5 months
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the main problem with this time of year is the irresistible urge to get fully into bed at like 5:34 pm and outside is like yesss, yesss do it, it's what you deserve yesss. like is it depression or is it just november
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drops-of-universe · 9 months
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I need several hours of Quiet Time each day or i become the worst person alive
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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 3 months
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Remember the 6 year old girl who was surrounded by Israeli tanks and the red crescent couldn't reach her? Her name is Hind Hamadeh. Here you can hear the phone call her 15 year old sister, Layan Hamadeh, made with the medics. She was killed exactly a moment later including all people in the car, except for 6 year old Hind who was stuck in the car with the dead bodies of her family, Israeli tanks and IDF surrounding her, shooting, preventing anybody to reach her.
That was last night (29.1.24). Today, still nothing. The fate of Hind remains unknown.
palestine red crescent ambulance team went to rescue her yesterday evening, but they have not returned as of now. We lost contact with them about 18 hours ago, and we still remain unaware of their fate and whether they succeeded in evacuating her or not.
Please, share Hind's story as much as you can on any platform. We need to know what happened to her. Put yourself in her place, how terrified she must be. Don't scroll past this.
This is Hind.
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