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spacedykez · 2 years

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so you have clicked on my blog

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greetings. welcome. this is the first step towards inevitable insanity. today you’re getting a rundown of what to expect from me. perhaps this shall gain me a few more vict- I MEAN, FOLLOWERS! yesyes lovely followers who i shall Not torment with angst nope not me!

hi, i’m crow! or one of several other names. my friends can call me Paci! my names + pronouns are here, and here’s a good reference on gendered terms.

you can find my boundaries HERE

first off, the obvious. yep that’s the aro flag, congrats you’re a winner. here’s the credit for that go use them they’re cool. i am a lovequeer, ambiamorous aroace. i mostly talk about the aro part, i don’t post much about being ace other than cool art and reblogs. i do tag things with #ace, #aro, and #aroace but most commonly i tag things with #aroposting.

now as you may have noticed, i am a mcyt blog. mostly. however given that i keep hyperfixating on one smp for a few months and then getting bored of it, i cannot give you a consistent list of who i post about. but what i Can give you is a list of smps/characters i have posted about in the past. there is a low but never zero chance i will randomly show interest in one of them again.

smps: empires (both s1 and s2), hermitcraft, origins, lifesteal (what’s that? go here), third life, double life, rats smp. I AM NOT A DSMP BLOG AND I DO NOT SUPPORT DREAM.

characters/ccs: branzy, clownpierce, planetlord, dl!pearl, almost all empires characters, flower husbands (ship), branzypierce (ship), hc!grian, hc!geminitay, e!geminitay, scott smajor (o!scott, e!scott, cc!scott), wilbur soot (o!wilbur, 100p!wilbur, mcc!wilbur, c!wilbur, cc!wilbur), soup group (mostly pearl & gem)

non-mcyt interests: lotr (lord of the rings), toh (the owl house), tma (the magnus archives), httyd (how to train your dragon), mineblr, space stuff, crows (yes the animal), and otters! in case That wasn’t obvious from my url.

and now, we haven’t even gotten to the reason most of my followers are here yet! so yes, that is correct, that would be my trademark angst! i write fanfiction about gay block people and collect my readers’ tears as payment. my pinned post before this was in fact my writing masterpost.

important information includes: here’s my ao3 and here’s #paciFics, my writing tag. Just. Bask in the glory of that pun for a moment. Okay, alright, moving on.

FAQS: “can i make things based off your fics?” absolutely yes i WILL go feral. please feel free the only requirement is tag me because i want to see it! also i’ll link it below (unless you tell me not to) ↳ sun and moon (fic based on magic by moonlight!!!) by anonymous. ↳art for bleeding out in your arms tonight by @tis-i-beep-boop ↳art for magic by moonlight by @felicityphoenix5 ↳art for the devil is a gentleman by @jarojam

“do you like to make your readers suffer?” yes. that’s my goal. cry, bitch.

“do you have a tagslist/can i be added?” yes, here, send me an ask.

Now of course, tags. Believe it or not there IS a method to the considerable amount of madness. Below are the tags you can expect to find me using most commonly. Just be glad I have a tagging system, actually, because I am not very organized.

#the otter splashes - previously #ramblings. original posts about anything and everything but mostly brainrot, writing, and mutuals.

#aroposting - any time i am posting/reblogging things about being aro. i won’t always tag art that i reblog with this though, and i definitely won’t tag ace-only stuff with it.

#paciFics - as mentioned, my fics/writing #sketches in the sand - tag for any of my own art i post

#pacific answers - the most boring ask tag ever ↳#nix tag - asks from my beloved mutual @felicityphoenix5 ↳#anon-der the sea - anon asks. cringe is dead. don’t mind the sobbing. ↳ named anons - for reference. joobies my bestie-

#art - tag i use when reblogging art. mostly. haven’t been great at tagging it lately. but please consider reblogging to support artists. do i need to link the rant here.

#fics - other people’s works. reblog fics you fucking cowards (if you do reblog fics i love you /p). reblog fics just as much as art. got it?

HERE is my system of saving posts

#under the deep queue sea is fairly self explanatory. my queue tag.

#otter tag is my tag for otters, the animal! anything otter-related will go under this tag. please tag me in posts about otters! as you can tell by my name i love the little guys :D #pacific’s picrews is a categorization tag for any picrews i post. i just like the silly little guys ok.

other notes: i tag things with #me irl quite frequently and when i’m tagging art i do tag people in it quite often but i don’t use full usernames. so my tags are just #wilbur, #pearl, #gem, etc. #scott #smajor gets two tags cause i can never decide which to use. i am also very bad at remembering to tag everything all the time. and the lifestealers dont even have tags WHOOPS

TWS: i’m not great about tagging tws, but i will tag graphic depictions of blood (both in my own fics and art that i reblog) as well as any very intense tws in my fics. and i do try my best to tag #suggestive. my tws are “#tw [thing]” nsfw text will also be tagged. and if there’s something else that i need to start tagging let me know i will do my best. also, i use caps a LOT. please be warned if that is something that bothers you.

so, the otterverse. what is it? read about it here, but TL;DR is that it’s basically my mutuals & several of my followers roleplaying in my askbox. if you see me talking about c!paci, c!otter, divorce anon,c!felix, divotter, or pacix, those are characters/ships (the first four are characters, the last two are ships).

general tw for themes of unreality in the otterverse. i tag most things as unreality in addition to #the otterverse, so you can block one or both of those. also warnings for death, manipulation, guilt, body horror, and the apocalypse.

also, there are a LOT of named anons in the otterverse, most of which are Not on my named anons list. but i do have THIS!! it’s a list of every character in the otterverse :D

we’ve even got otterverse fanart!! c!otter, divorce anon, fight or flirt anon, panel featuring several events, s1 finale, wreck of the theater, c!felix s1 finale (SO COOL), crescent anon, divorce anon again, divorce anon design concepts, burning theater with c!felix, c!otter and stickynote (TW BLOOD & GORE), stickynote & friend :), stickynote above the fountain, stickynote and the radio. and theres more atp i just can’t be bothered to go look for the links. sorry.

i don’t really have a dni, but like. basic dni stuff. i’ll block you if i don’t like something on your blog (i’m really don’t block very many people though). like. just don’t be a jerk. be nice. we’ll probably be fine. that being said: terfs, ableists, homophobes, transphobes, anti-neopronouns, anti-endo/sysmed, FUCK OFF (i am a singlet and i never post anything about syscourse or systems but i Will block you. i don’t want you here). i will also block any nsfw/18+ blogs for the sole reason of I Can’t See Your Blog. it’s mostly just a precaution, sorry.

A List Of My Sideblogs:

@atlanticseaotter - my post limit blog @spirallusions - tma oc roleplay blog @takenbythemist - blog for things abt gender

other things to know (oh, mist, there’s MORE?! but you’ve already- shut. welcome to my blog i ramble on far longer than is needed)

the lifestealblr polycule official list

ATTENTION! the turtle run post is mandatory viewing. suffer. this art is also mandatory viewing. if you cannot hande either of these posts, i would advise you do not follow me (although there’s NO explicit nsfw, i am a minor)

if you compliment my fics i WILL dissolve into a screaming pile /pos. although please do feel welcome to send me asks about any of my fics at any time!

there is something wrong with me. it adds to my appeal. my motivation for literally everything is “because why not.” who’s gonna stop me?

tumblr is where random thoughts go. this means vents sometimes. i tag them with #vent post so you can blacklist them if you dont want to see those, and i also deal with rsd quite a lot, which i tag as well. you can blacklist #rsd and #vent post to avoid these. i am very good about tagging those.

#pinned #do not reblog #or do i can't stop you

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thundergirl007 · 2 years

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feeling nostalgic for TAG

going through and reading those thunderbirds fanfictions i saved because i started getting nostalgic whilst saving them and decided to actually read some of them tonight and yeah i’m kinda teary and nostalgic

so here’s the thing. Thunderbirds was my first internet experience, really. I found Thunderbirds fanfiction on ff.net totally by accident sometime in 2013 and was enamoured and inspired to write my own fanfiction. I was a teenager, my fics were cringy, i deleted 3 of them out of embarrassment years ago. However I have kept a few on my fanfiction profile if people are interested. I was very into Tracy sister stories so. Whoops.

Then around the time of TAG 2015 getting announced I joined tumblr. I remember creating my account AROUND Thunderbirds. I think there was lenleg and danielstss (??) and laylaanne and artisticrainey and politelyscribblingaway (now reallyhardy!) and ladygrimblossom.

Looking in my archive i feel quite embarassed that some of my interactions were quite reactionary. Not in a hostile way as such, but as an example, i wondered why it took Scott 10 seconds to notice a suit missing in one episode and when discussion offered some reasons i was pretty rude in me “calling bullshit”. I was a very emotionally charged 16 year old when i joined and fam i am sorry for some of the tones in which i wrote posts. It was the first time i experienced blogging like this. Sorry that you all had to deal with that 🥺

It makes me really sad to go through my archive to my earliest posts (oh god i was an eager beaver back then but cringe culture is dead i am glad i was so into it) and notice how many of those blogs are deactivated. Like, i know some of them simply changed blog names (i know that lenleg and reallyhardydraws are two people still around) but the others i mentioned had a profound impact on my fandom experience and i’m sad that I can’t find them on here to tell them that.

SO i just wanted to give a very late, nostalgic shoutout to some of my favourite early TAG community peeps here on tumblr all the way back in 2015 (it’s an AGE ago my goodness). I do hope the people that i can’t tag eventually see this post because I really hope you’re all well and happy, and at the very least if you are still on here (i haven’t changed my username lmao XD) i’d love to know who you are now so i can update my memory a little XD.

- @reallyhardy. i know you’re still around, not exactly TAG, but i still love seeing your work. Especially when I compare it to your work back then! It reminds me of such a simple time in my life and I thank you for it. Your art is still one of my favourite chill and cool depictions of the Boys TM ever!

- @lenle-g. same here, I know you’re still here. Loved your art AND your writing (the goose fic. legendary). You were so nice to see on my dashboard and even though i don’t think i considered anyone a real “fandom friend” bc i was young and naive but i think it was so nice to chat headcanons and stuff back in the day!

- @artisticrainey. Tumblr says you’re not here, but I was rereading your Butterflies series tonight and it was the thing that compelled me to make this post because i remember so much of YOU back then. You were such a staple - your writing AND art were incredible, I still recognise your style when I go through my archive. I do hope you see this because you did a few of my prompts (the boys learning to drive!! was definitely one of them!! i was on holiday when you tagged me in it and i REMEMBER)

- Balek (on ff.net - not sure if they’re on here?). You wrote some of the funniest banter between the bros on ff.net that i’ve ever read and i love rereading them. They always do make me smile :D

- @ladygrimblossom. A peep that i remember being involved in all the discussions. My archive is full of reblog chains featuring BOTH of us. I remember one of my most validating (feeling) moments was when i wondered why Scott, described as a “level headed” brother, stopped what he was doing in a high rise rescue to call Alan during Space Race. And you agreed with me. Taking my point further bc i was like 16 and articulating myself badly XD

- @laylaanne. I know you’re still around too, but same again. I just remember you being a big contributor to fandom discussion and in jokes and it makes me happy.

- @doyouheartheangrymen. here’s the thing, i typed that out and i’m JUST now, after 7 years, realising that it is supposed to be read as “do you hear the angry men” when i have been reading it as “do you heart the angry men” (adding an extra t for some reason lmao.

- @duchessnibenhu-ofpyromania. A fandom peep that again i remember interacting a lot with in discussions. I remember we shared an ikea dresser (i have replaced mine now 😥) and we’ve visited each other’s animal crossing islands!

- @daniellestitt. Someone else that was absolutely here posting meme-y content like this and you know what, i agree. In trash we trust, may he rule over us all.

- @thunderbirdgordon. I remember really liking your art style!! I thought you drew the boys really well and i really loved seeing you on my dash :D

ok so i think that’s everyone. Well that’s not true, i’ve probably forgotten someone. But all the same - to anyone that was around on tumblr in the TAG fandom from 2015-2017 during my formative years...

thank you for such a good time. Thunderbirds is my comfort fandom and whilst i don’t interact much nowadays, i would like to change that. I truly loved all my time in the fandom and I hope that everyone is happy and well. Feel free to shoot me a message if you see this post, i’d love to chat with more people!

#thunderbirds are go #tag team #thunderbirds #tag 2015

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it-brought-me-to-my-knees · 11 months

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DIGICORE LOVE: MY FIVE FAVOURITE SONGS (AS OF RIGHT NOW) [#1]

recovery girl - "it’s love" / "it's love redux"

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A big Hyperpop Moment for me, the loser who cares deeply about echoes of the past in the art of today: “wow this has the same chord progression as “Because The Night” by Patti Smith, that’s so crazy, I love that s- wait a minute, they’re ripping off the Cascada cover!!!”. The original is so stark that it reminds me of the days when “hyperpop” was often mentioned in the same breath as “deconstructed club music”, but it’s such a perfect pop song that it doesn’t feel like it needs anything more… and yet I’m equally smitten with the “redux” version that fleshes it out from a minimal pop song into a rock song that’s almost too much, the snarling distortion that crept at the borders of the original bursting through the walls: jazzy emo noodling, a roaring half-time breakdown, and a guitar solo that swoops in for just long enough for you to think “holy shit, a guitar solo!”.

Man, that wacky bass intro - get a load of Tony Levin over here!

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webcage - "0M61LY5M"

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Makes me feel old that they namedrop Danger Days as an emo classic in this one. I mean, I like it, but my wife is an I Brought You My Bullets purist so DD is borderline verboten in our household. But we did talk about My Immortal on the night we first met, so I’m sure she’d appreciate a hook as on-point as “Ripped skinny jeans, black nails and a septum / all the preps, all the posers, just forget them!”.

Quite interesting to see how quickly and subtly nostalgic art can warp the recent past - I certainly don’t remember the Scott Pilgrim soundtrack being an emo touchstone, but tbf, the “MySpace rawr x3” vibe that I’m so fond of was already on the way out during my Peak Emo Years (‘10-’12), so maybe I’m equally guilty of sloppy romanticisation. Life is so hard for me, the oldest zoomer (27): the kids are a mess but if I try to join the millennials they might start gushing about “LCD Soundsystem”.

Another big moshy breakdown! Someone really needs to start a clubnight for cringe shut-ins like me, I can’t jump around to this in my bedroom.

SEBii - “STFU…ur done”

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If you’re a fan of rap, you’re probably familiar with a few of the many, many “worst rappers of all time”; there’s a new one every six months or so. You don’t have to actually be a bad rapper to be “the worst”, you just have to somehow represent a threat to rap’s status quo (despite rap’s status quo being… already bad? Don’t overthink it, just open your third eye) - misunderstood innovators like Lil Wayne and Young Thug, “I’m not a fan, but the kids like it” oddballs like 6ix9ine and Lil Yachty, even fairly traditional rappers who committed the mortal sin of rapping over DJ Premier beats while not being Guru, like Group Home (one for the old heads there).

A few years ago, if pressed, I’d probably have said Travis Scott, who is somehow like a less charming Drake - no charisma, no bars, barely anything that even resembles rapping, but his executive-producer role makes his fans worship him like the all-singing all-dancing second coming of Beethoven. It’s galling enough when they treat Kanye like that, and Kanye could actually sit down with an MPC and make great beats, once upon a time.

Nowadays, though, if you shift the goalposts just right and ignore the music itself, I think that SEBii might actually be the worst rapper of all time. In all my years suffering in the rap nerd mines I never, not once, heard an MC namedropping RhymeZone. Not even a self-admitted ex-textcee like Ab-Soul, and that guy once rapped “let me put my mouth where you potty, boo”.

It’s hard to contextualise him, really. There’s a lot of black American artists and a lot of white American artists on this corner of the Internet but very few from China (shout-out to Alice Longyu Gao!). He looks like someone got the word “nerd” during a game of Pictionary and had five seconds to draw it, but he’s not nerdcore (although he does make anime references sometimes). He once intentionally mispronounced “chuckle” as “chickle” so he could rhyme it with “abysmal”... which he then unintentionally(?) mispronounced as “adysmal”. But as Guru once said, “it’s mostly the voice that gets you up”, and what a voice Seb has - a smirking prepubescent squeak, like a mischievous animal companion in a video game.

He’s fully confident and capable with the instrument that God has granted him, flipping dextrously between flows, and thanks to his ear for melody it really clicks with his beats. On paper they should be typical modern trap/drill-influenced material, but they make great use of negative space - the texture of a typical SEBii song is very lean and deliberate without ever feeling *too* sparse, cycling through different combinations of thumping bassline, jittery synth lines and dynamic drum pattern, all three occasionally dropping out completely to let echoes of that voice linger in the virtual air.

There’s a playful, colourful sense of melody to some of his beats—"TiiKKA MASALA" is downright jaunty—that wouldn’t really work with a rapper who was seriously trying to project menace instead of talking about shit like, Idk, Sword Art Online. I know I was shitting on Travis Scott fans for talking like this just a few paragraphs ago but the VVYELLOW EP is quite an impressive work of A&R, if I didn’t know better I could believe that every beat was the work of a single producer. Goofy music, but sleek and charming. Okay I immediately regret picking "goofy" as the adjective here, now I'm wondering if furry R&B is hyperpop (yes, obviously).

This is what real allyship sounds like btw.

threedimensionsapart - “dropdead”

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I like how thin this one is lyrically - the one verse almost immediately shifts back into a chorus that gets repeated so insistently that a line as banal as “you don’t even follow me on Twitter” almost takes on mantra-like significance. And barely audible in the background, those warbling falsetto backing vocals! A stroke of mad genius. Feels like it should be laughable but tbqh he could do pretty much anything on the mic and it’d still be carried by this fucking beautiful glowing summer sky of an instrumental, an “in a dream you saw the pearly gates swing open for just a second and the tiny fragment you gleaned of the sights and sounds of Paradise was forever tattooed on your tender mortal brain” type beat. Dunno how to make those, I’m probably just not adding enough reverb.

wubz - “mania”

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(That cat is so cute lmao.)

So many hyperpop/digicore artists are defined by their high voice - whether it’s trans women voice-training and pitch-shifting for obvious reasons or young castrato-sounding mfs like SEBii and kmoe who just sound Like That, there’s an abundance of countertenors and contraltos.

wubz, in stark contrast, seems to have gone “lol fuck that, I’m going the other way [devil emoji]”. I know “Pitched-down vocals? Wow!!!” is a funny thing to say about a rapper in 2023 but wubz never really sounds chopped-and-screwed to me - the vibe is closer to “original Japanese voice actor for an anime hooligan”, just like the angry schoolboy on the cover art for “walls”.

This description might make him sound less emo than his peers, but make no mistake: he’s emotional as FUCK, just like gruff emo OGs Guy Picciotto and Blake Schwarzenbach. (Those guys hate being called “emo”, which is how you know it’s a real genre. See also: Andrew Eldritch/Robert Smith/Peter Murphy and “goth”, everyone I mention on this blog and “hyperpop”). These emo ties are further reinforced by his affection for beats with prominent guitar - “FE4R” in particular is more like a rap-influenced post-hardcore song than vice versa, with actual (like, actual-actual. Like “skramz”.) screamo screams and violent lyrics that, in this context, feel closer to the noir-tinged moodiness of Senses Fail or Alkaline Trio than… who’s rapping nowadays, who do the kids like… Kevin Gates? Actually now I think about it Gates singing pop-punk hits in his croaky baritone kinda predicted this vibe… ugh, it’s so annoying that someone as deeply boring as Machine Gun Kelly managed to make “what if a rapper… went pop-punk” into a commercial prospect. Should’ve been a Deep South rap crooner. Please Rod Wave, consider recording a Victory Records cover album.

This blog is already dangerously close to me just saying “[new thing] is like [old music-nerd thing], probably a coincidence but pretty wild huh” fifty times in a row but the melodic feedback shrieks on this really do remind me of early Animal Collective. Hurts so good.

And that's all for this week! Maybe month, I find schedules scary! Byeee!!!!

#Youtube #digicorelove

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punkrogue · 1 year

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Any other X-Men couples you think should break up for good or potential ones that could be a good match for each other? Personally, I'm always happy when Lorna is away from Alex and Jean is dating someone that isn't Scott or Logan.

SO LATE TO REPLY TO THIS i wanted to just take a moment to Brood on it and then it was 80s years later but that's the adhds for ya B)

okay SO

I love scott/jean-- do not like they are back together again. stop that.

i agree that logan/jean is a No and lorna/alex has just run it's natural course. honestly i can't think of too many ships off the top of my head that i'm just like "please let this die" about atm. like the only other ones i can think of are like, kurt/amanda and kitty/piotr but those are both currently dead anyway.also i don't like any betsy ships but also i don't like betsy. or hank. so like idk actually the time they dated is perfect. handcuff them together so they can't ruin anyone else. oh ALSO -- kurt/megan i don't like it stop flirting with this idea stop doing it in aus stop.

as for ships with potential:

namor/jean -- if you've read x-men red you'll get it. quentin/evan (gensis) -- nothing about either of them is straight and their cringe balances well remy/joanna (frenzy) -- it's just hot. that's science remy/bishop -- it's practically canon honestly quentin/hope -- i said what i said. i like the feral edgelord vs homeschooler energy. they'd both think someone falling down the stairs is funny. iara (sharkgirl)/evan (gensis) -- it's just good. namorita/jono (chamber) -- i will not elaborate. amara/alani -- good vibes tho i haven't read a lot for either of them lol idie/broo -- I SAID WHAT I SAID. jean/ororo -- it's practically canon. jean/wanda -- someone i know in the namor server is into this and it's like seeing the face of god it's Very Good. alison/kurt -- they both teach preforming arts at the school and it's upsettingly horny which is objectively hilarious. rogue/pietro -- if i cannot have rogneto i'll take this bc they actually have some really nice vibes and get along well. namora/scott -- i will not elaborate. ororo/callisto -- IT'S BASICALLY CANON rogue/sam -- hillbilly4hillbilly romance iara (sharkgirl)/julian -- julian gives off "i like monster girls with strong personalities" energy and i'm a diehard iara stan so i think she deserves like 80 boyfriends. namorita/victor von doom -- I WILL NOT ELABORATE.

that's what i can think off of the top of my head + a lil scanning of some character lists to remind myself of who's even a Thing. i personally wish i had like, a strong fanon ship for kurt but i just don't. i know there are some out there like kurt/logan and kurt/piotr which have been big for decades but i just -- like there's no potential logan or piotr ships on my "could be good list" here bc i just don't wanna see them with anyone sdgsdfgfd. i also wish i had more options for rogue and namor but kldjfshgfkljsdghsdkjl marvel fucking hates them and so much writing around them and their relationships is Cursed as is so there's not really a lot of material to work with sdfgsdgds.

#answered #train.txt #was also gonna say namor/emma but that's Basically Canon they just don't like Date-Date #i'm very good at forgetting about the existence of things until their right in front of me so #i KNOW i've missed SO MANY SHIPS i have STRONG OPINIONS about #i also want more david ships but david/ruth is [chefs kiss] so i'm happy #also i wanna see quentin date more it's funny to me

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anthonybialy · 21 days

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Drama Through the End of the Stefon Diggs Era for Buffalo Bills

Stefon Diggs’s watery blue cheese was inferior to Rootie’s in every way. And his hot sauce tasted like private label Tabasco. I'll respect his standard of honesty. He’s Houston’s problem as of yesterday, so they can brace to determine the difference between merely venting and demanding another work transfer.

The cessation of constant simmering drama shocked in specifics even if everyone expected it at some point. Like the prototypical American Chopper argument, the fact this particular bout of one-sided bickering really ended the partnership was the only striking part.

Postponing gratification is fulfilling. We’ve got awhile to convince ourselves. I’m so thrilled about a draft pick next year that I’m not even going to feel depressed about waiting virtually eternally to redeem it. An ice cream pint in the freezer’s corner is fun to discover when you thought you were out of frozen desserts. It’s sadly your second flavor choice, so don’t expect sea salt in your caramel.

Fittingly ticking off someone was part of the trade’s return. Considering the meager return, it has to be. The Bills sent Diggs to Texas but not the team where his brother plays out of Jerry Seinfeld-style spite. Squashing a family reunion may not be the reason he’s a Texan unlike his Cowboy brother. But enjoy a petty fantasy at this trying trade time.

There’s going to be some running around the house after liberation from oppressive forces, so let Josh have his Kevin McAllister moment. There will be no ensuing lesson about the importance of treasuring family.

The suspicion that Brandon Beane would’ve never made the deal without the kingpin quarterback’s blessing defines this team’s direction in case it wasn’t abundantly clear. Josh Nelson Allen must move the offense himself.

Deciphering art is easy once you’ve tried to break the code of Diggs tweets. The inscrutable communiques felt like listening to a numbers station without possessing a one-time pad. The only certainty was that he was putting pouting into words. Bob Dylan lyrics look like hotel fire evacuation instructions by comparison.

Drafting a wideout is the universe’s most pressing task. Other teams know the secret. Trades involving draft order will be trickier following this one. It’s tough to bluff when everyone knows exactly what cards the Bills hold and also don’t.

This has to be the first in a series of moves to add younger talent to the receiving corps, according to my desperate emotions. Beane is in danger of resembling Michael Scott doing a drumroll. He doesn’t have to make more moves involving the position today. But lack of immediate transactions doesn’t mean they’re forthcoming, either. Panic just in case.

Trying to rationalize diva stylings was easier around the time Diggs was in the best ever Bills receiver discussion. Warnings from jilted Vikings fans were taken under advisement. Hissy fits are easier to tolerate when the source is catching footballs. But a declining role under a new coordinator led to getting dropped following Diggs doing the same. It’s unfortunate his last play for Buffalo was such a letdown, although cringing at the final impression might make the breakup easier.

I was not expecting the obvious outcome to occur on any random day. Anyone who thinks Diggs would never be traded is unfamiliar with the Marcell Dareus precedent. Beane has shown a willingness to pay for avoiding aggravation. Increasing a cap hit in response to sliming the franchise’s savior employs the same principle as forking over for airport lounge access.

Winning makes a locker room full of brats bearable. Chemistry means playing well enough to justify putting up with behavior that’d make Kathleen Battle blush. But it suddenly gets harder to tolerate negative vibes from the erstwhile top option.

Diggs was fittingly a good actor. His fake throwing to fans in the M&T ad was a charming pretend interaction with receivers who weren’t anywhere close to him. If you’re seeking a sign, the Allen/Diggs infinity ones are obsolete even though they were supposed to be immune by virtue of removing the year.

Like what’s supposedly eternal, forever has a time limit. None of the letters in BFF mean anything. Forget the dead cap space: what about my t-shirt elegantly depicting the first Allen-to-Diggs touchdown graciously drawn by Buffalo Bills social media personnel after the broadcast cut out at a most inopportune time? I still haven’t located the form to apply for a refund.

One can’t discount the emotional element even in a business of cold statistics. In this case, it was sent away. Fans form connections with players they admire. Some players respond by admiring themselves.

As personable as Diggs could be, he found a way to create tension like it was separation from a cornerback. That at least applied up until partway through last season. The franchise doesn’t have to worry about placating a fragile worker via ample attention, especially since he wasn’t earning it anymore.

The Jersey Shore shifts from New York to Texas. Houston receives a kabuki actor as a present consideration. The big deal’s big deal offers no surprises even as he does surprising things. The overall situation is predictable even if individual moments are imbued with havoc.

The question with Diggs is always if the yards he produces are worth the theatrical production. He’s got a future on Broadway if he’s willing to work behind the scenes, so forget it. The Bills made an economic calculation weighing benefits versus costs. When the latter outweighs the former, it’s time to stop buying.

It’s not like offstage was the only place he put on a show. The rest of the cast enjoyed the play. Both Allen and Diggs benefitted from a classic pairing, as did fans.

But who helped more? One person voted for himself and got no other support. Determining who contributed the biggest percentage can seem like a silly debate right up until the second step proclaims the first is less important. Diggs received luck along with footballs. He credits himself for how the roulette wheel spun. The Bills heading to Houston this season gives Diggs one more chance to create a spectacle. Pass routes may or may not be part of it.

#Buffalo Bills #Stefon Diggs #NFL #football

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obriengf · 3 years

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Parental Guidance || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Coach Finstock introduces a very unwanted assignment in his Sex Ed class, resulting in a week of domesticity for Stiles and Y/N.

Words: 4607k

Warnings: fluffff, brief swearing

Notes: just something fun and cute okay?? btw the reader and stiles are in a friendship in this, not an established relationship

MONDAY - 10:47AM

Mindless chatter bounced between the walls of Coach Finstock's Economics classroom, every seat warmed by a preoccupied student. Lucky for you, the Supernatural had quietened down for a brief moment of tranquility and normalcy - you needed this, you all needed this. It was fifteen minutes into your period and Coach was still nowhere to be seen, not that anybody besides a few of you even noticed. Your eyes squinted as you looked at Scott, your body half-turned in your chair in order to see him behind you. His head laid on top of his arms as the faintest of snores escaped through his lips. You were amazed at how quickly he situated himself and fell into such a deep slumber, but at the same time, the quiet snorts and sleepy chortles were getting on your nerves.

Your arm twitched as you desired to reach out and shake his shoulder to wake him up, but the sudden realization that this was the most sleep he'd probably gotten in the last few months deterred you and provoked you to pull away with a soft smile. Your sympathy obviously wasn't matched as it was Stiles' turn to reach across to your sleeping friend, only with a thick black marker in his hand and a devilish expression contorting his facial features. You rolled your eyes as he peered over to you, a heavy wink falling from his eye, his arm not needing to go far as the two best friends were situated next to one another. You mouthed the word 'NO' at Stiles, but he was never one to listen, his tongue poking through the creased corners of his lips in concentration.

The tip of the marker began to stain Scott's tanned skin before it was dragged haphazardly across his cheek in a state of fright from a sudden loud noise, a cringing chime of guilt pressing through Stiles. With your teeth pulling your bottom lip, you couldn't help but muffle your laugh within your cupped hands, Malia joining in from beside you with just as much enjoyment.

Coach's voice continued to boom between all four walls of the classroom the further he entered, the trolley of basketballs usually found tucked inside the Gym now in his tow. He stood at the front of the room with hands on his hips, his eyes scanning all of the class' patrons before landing on Scott. Coach grumbled, eyes rolling back to his hairline before he moved forward between the rows of seats. His body managed to shuffle between you and Lydia before his fist slammed against the wood of Scott's desk, your friend flying backward with such force that he nearly tipped his chair over.

Coach chuckled with the utmost accomplishment, "Gotta lay off those late lonely nights, McCall. I've got a class to run."

It didn't take long before Scott brought himself back to the land of the conscious, the gears in his head ticking at Coach's choice of words. Scott's lopsided jaw lifted into a smug smile, his eyes flicking to the boy on his right-hand side, "That's more of a Stiles thing, Coach." There was no delay in your awkward friend lifting his eye into another wink toward Scott, forcing a gag from Coach before he took his place but at the head of the room. Your werewolf friend laughed loudly at the reaction before his smile dropped flat, his hand ghosting over his marked cheek.

Scott now frowned, "Is there something on my face?"

Your body was still turned in your chair as your lips pursed, eyes flicking to Lydia and Malia on either side of you before they landed on Stiles' mischievous whisky swirls - he was trying to hold in a laugh of his own. Simultaneously, you all said 'nope' and looked away from Scott, pretending that Stiles' little art lesson didn't happen.

"Alright you delinquents, listen up. Every senior at some point in this class has to go through this assignment. It sucks, but frankly, I don't have to do it so I don't care." He stated, hands reaching into the basketball trolley and pulling out a plastic toy resembling the shape and size of a six-month-old baby. Echos of groans and protests erupted almost immediately - some of those noises coming from your own mouth. The 'baby simulator' assignment was never anybody's favorite; they always cried, always needed attention. You could still distinctly hear the cries of multiple babies as they walked down the halls of Beacon Hills High ever since you arrived in freshman year. This assignment could possibly be worse than the supernatural.

"That's right, you're officially parents. Don't screw this up... I can see how many times this little pain in the ass cries, what you do to fix it, and all other sorts of intellectual crap. You'll be paired up and given one of these with an introductory manual... but don't think it'll give you answers on how to stop the crying, that's all on you kids. At the end of the week, I take 'em back and grade you depending on the information I get from these things. Once again, DON'T. SCREW. THIS. UP". Coach's brows were furrowed in his usual fashion, small particles of spit attached to his final words of warning - you were glad that you chose to sit toward the back of the class now, and not in the splash zone of the front row.

Coach cleared his throat as a way to cease the ongoing sounds of complaints before resorting to slamming his fist against another tabletop. You could feel Scott shudder at the reminder of his rude awakening only moments ago. Your teacher pinched the bridge of his nose as his head slightly fell, a sigh accompanying his tone, "This is supposed to teach you about what happens when you abandon safe sex. I'm not gonna tell you, hooligans, how to... well, you get it, okay? If you don't know, then too bad, I'm not gonna tell you either about the birds and bees crap. That's a job for your poor parents. I'm just here to pass out these damn dolls and silently judge you all later on whether you are physically capable of looking after another human being, besides yourselves, if anything." You didn't miss the way his eyes directly locked onto Stiles with those final few words, your own looking over your shoulder toward him and witnessing his face screw up at Coach.

"Alright. This took me little to no time to write up, if you don't like your partner - take a guess... I don't care". Coach reached behind him for a clipboard, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of the semi-broken pen before names were being called. He cringed at the first name as it sat on the end of his tongue.

"Greenburg, you're with... Tate."

Malia audibly groaned, her head falling into her hands. She didn't have anything against him, to say the least, but she knew that anybody would be cursed when it came to pairing with Greenburg during a Coach Finstock class. She continued to groan as more names were read off.

"Mahealani, you're paired with Martin."

Lydia didn't think anything too poorly about her chosen partner as she looked across the room, catching eyes with Danny and smiling as he gave her a quick thumbs up.

"McCall with Andrew."

Scott sighed in relief, happy to be partnered with someone who was both a friendly face and academically proficient. He looked toward the front of the room to where Sydney sat, her old-school camera being fiddled with on her desk. It was as if she could sense his gaze as she turned with a gentle grin.

"Y/L/N, you are paired with... Stilinski? Dear god, you poor girl."

You snickered behind your hand as another protest from Stiles protruded through the silence of the room, his hand-thrown forward and eyebrows crossed in a frown. "Seriously, Coach, have I done something to you because this reprimanding is getting kinda old-"

"You took every damn screw out of my office furniture and left them in a poorly wrapped gift box. You fail horribly at Lacrosse twenty-four-seven. I've never met a damn more sarcastic little ruffian in my damn life. I don't like your face-"

"Okay, yes, fine, fair enough. Just stop, please..." Stiles groaned his head hanging behind him, over the back of his chair.

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MONDAY - 11:35AM

You flicked through the introductory manual with your back against your locker, humming softly as you skimmed over the information regarding how the baby works and what information is stored. Stiles, however, was standing beside you with his arms ou straight, your new baby daughter held away from his body. He had already explained that he was nervous about setting the damn thing off in case you both couldn't silence it; it made you laugh. You looked over the edge of the binder and smiled at him, "So..." you started, lowering the combined pages as he looked over to you, "What are we gonna name her?"

"No. Once you name it, you grow attached." Stiles announced, his head shaking with each word.

"Stiles, it's a doll, not a stray puppy. Besides, I'm not going to spend the next week referring to our temporary plastic child as 'it'. She's getting a name." With a raised eyebrow you stood your ground, the intensity of your stare fighting his as a silent battle for who will cave first. As both of your eyebrows shifted to form silent words, you huffed, "We can call her Leia?"

He straightened up almost immediately as his face fell flat, with the addition of widened realizing eyes. Stiles looked back to the doll and brought her closer to his chest, "Leia Stilinski does have a nice ring to it." He admitted with a growing smile, causing you to smile in return.

You nodded with another soft hum, eyes briefly gazing over the constellation of moles across his left jawline. "Do you still have that marker from class?" You asked him, lips now pursed in thought.

"Uh, yeah?"

You took the marker from his lengthy fingers, ignoring the look of confusion in his caramelized eyes. Very lightly, you pressed the tip of the marker to the doll's cheek, recreating the pattern found on Stiles. You sighed in accomplishment as you looked back to him, beaming brightly, "There. Now she's a Stilinski." You slipped it back into Stiles' pocket as he chuckled at your alteration, the tip of his finger dragging softly across the new marks.

"Coach is gonna fucking kill you for drawing on Leia." He stated, finding comfort in now cradling her in his arms as if she were a real child. It was a sight to see Stiles suddenly act so paternal - his arms carefully wrapped around the doll's body as he rocked it slightly back and forth, a strange twinkle in his eye. You bit your lip at how well it suited him.

The bell above you rung loudly, shaking the metal lockers behind your perched frame. You reached down to grab your backpack before turning to Stiles again, "You called her Leia, you know? Not doll. Not it. Leia." Your arms slipped through the straps before securing them on your shoulders, your hands patting down the pockets of your jean shorts to make sure your phone was there.

"Well, of course I'm going to call our daughter by her name, Y/N. I'm not a deadbeat dad, I'm a fantastic dad."

You clicked your tongue at his self-proclamation, "Are you going soft on me, Stilinski?" You asked, your bodies still pressed against the old metal as the students of Beacon Hills High moved around you. He scoffed loudly, head flailing as if what you said was utterly preposterous. He was still rocking the doll when you raised an eyebrow in anticipation of his reply.

"I'm anything but soft, Y/N. I'm hard. I'm the hardest." Stiles proclaimed, gathering strange looks from passers-by on the way to their classes. His comment provoked your eyes to grow and lips to seal into a thin line, your focus slipping down his body toward his lower region. Stiles followed your gaze until he realized where you were looking, and what he said to make you look there. He groaned, "Seriously? You're turning this into a sexual innuendo in front of our child?" His head fell into a heavy shake before he spoke again, this time, toward the doll still within his arms, "I'm sorry, baby. Sorry that your momma's obsessed with my body."

"Eww, come on, Stiles. Too far." You looked away from him as your hand grasped his forearm, tugging his tall and lanky body behind you as you both fell into step on your way to Chemistry.

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TUESDAY - 12:52PM

Lydia's eyes were squinted as she stared across the table, her fork hardly hanging from her mouth with a lettuce leaf attached. She was too busy watching Malia to focus on eating, and you found the utmost amusement from the entire thing. Malia's arm was strung outward to the side as far as she could reach, her crying doll hanging from one foot that she was barely holding - she was disgusted and scared, begging for it to stop. The pack was trying not to let the ongoing screams go to their heads, but you could tell that the Weres had it a bit harder with their sensitive hearing.

You held Leia comfortably to your chest in one arm as you slipped a potato chip into your mouth. You were faintly bouncing her as if you'd been doing this for months already, the actions subconscious after only a day. You looked up as Malia whined, her eyes already boring into yours and the control you had over your doll. She scrunched her face, "why are you so good at this? Is mine defective? Did fucking Greenburg break this thing because I've barely touched it!"

You let out a small laugh, lips curling into a grand smile even more so at Lydia's sigh. You could tell what she wanted to say - that she really just wanted to tell Malia to stop being a baby herself and just try. She had gone a long way since you both began to talk in your freshman year, which is why she remained silent and kept her blunt opinions to herself. Stiles gently kicked you under the metal table of the cafeteria, causing your focus to shift toward him. He was chewing his food as he sent a silent message to you with the flick of his eyes as they looked down to Leia and back to yours. Your smile remained as you nodded, carefully removing the doll from your supportive hold and passed it across t Stiles' large splayed hands. He playfully cooed at the doll with a smile, "Hey little Leia, dadda's got you." It was hard to miss the fake gag from Liam and the strange judgemental look from Scott at the simple paternal action.

"Lia, gimme the doll." You spoke, your hands reached out in front of you with a grabbing movement. She quickly threw it toward you, lucky that you managed to catch it before it faceplanted onto the hardened floor. You laid it in your arm and began to rock it, your spare hand reaching toward a fake baby bottle on the table that was usually reserved for Leia - only made obvious by the poorly drawn baby Yoda and Star Wars quote sketched across it 'may the force be with you'. You lifted it to the doll's mouth as you continued to rock and bounce, the crying quietening substantially. After a few more minutes, it would be silent again.

Until then, you looked up at the absence of your friend's conversations - their eyes were trained on you in shock and surprise, even a little bit of gratefulness from Liam and Lydia. Stiles was the odd one out with his wide and prideful smirk, already knowing that you could easily get it under control. If these past twenty-four hours have taught you anything, it's that you and Stiles have much more faith in each other than originally thought. You offered him a quick wink as a part of your silent exchange.

Malia's jaw dropped and her brows had furrowed as she noticed how simple this was for you. Her hands pressed firmly against the table-top with another Malia-signature groan, "How the hell did you even do that?! He's been crying all day!" You couldn't help but pass another chuckle her way before standing up and walking to the end of your bench and by Malia's side.

"Hold your arms like mine, I'm gonna put him in place, okay?" You advised before waiting for her to follow, a few trials and errors before she got it spot on. You passed the doll back to her and saw her flinch out of your peripheral vision. "Remember, Lia..." you started, taking a step back and crossing your arms triumphantly, "It's just a doll. It won't bite. Just rock it and feed it and you'll pass Finstock's class, easy. Or you can go a step further and act like it's the real deal, like Stiles, and not cut any slack on the fact that it can't hear or see anything you do."

"Hey! If going full-on dad mode means I get a decent grade in this stupid class, then that's what I'm gonna do. Don't pretend that I don't make a decent DILF, Y/N, It's my true calling."

Your eyes were pointed at him, your expression clearly indicating that you thought he was an idiot. "You're insufferable. I can't believe I have a child with you."

He chortled, "Yeah, yeah. your family loves you too."

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FRIDAY - 11:10PM

"They were studying last time I saw 'em." The voice of Sheriff Stilinski spoke into the receiver of his phone, the weight of his footsteps provoking the stairs beneath him to creak as he ascended them. He continued to make small noises of acknowledgment when his feet stopped outside of his son's bedroom, the door still open a crack. He leaned in with his uncovered ear to listen for any sort of noise, alas, it was quiet. Sheriff nudged the door open with his foot before his head peaked into the darkness, the only source of light being the lamp on the bedside table that shone across the doona cover and the two bodies sleeping upon it. Sheriff laughed under his breath, "No, no. They're fine, just sleeping. Yeah - yeah, I'll let Y/N know in the morning. Yep... yep, certainly. Alright, 'night Adam." His eyes flickered down to the time flashing on the home screen of his phone - 11:13pm - he shook his head with a smile before gently shutting the door behind him, careful to not let the click echo too loudly.

The addition of Leia in your daily and sleep schedules created exhaustion that you've only ever experienced when dealing with unknown supernatural entities trying to come for your pack's lives. The week had gone quickly, however, it still knocked you out around the 9pm mark that Friday evening, Stiles following only mere moments after. Your body was currently curled up against one of Stiles' pillows, your back facing the wall and your face nuzzled against the familiar smelling fabric. He was laying against his stomach at the foot of the bed, a pursed bottom lip, with one arm reaching out just far enough to sit over Lea's plastic stomach - it was a sight to see if anything.

The sudden screeching of an automated cry was enough to make you jump back against his dark blue wall, just as Stiles sprung up and rolled off the bed. You both groaned in a mixture of pain and frustration from the intruding wake-up call. You were the first to begin crawling toward the doll, your hands slipping under the doll's frame and lifting her into your arms. You bounced her, rocking her side to side as you usually do. "Stiles..." you murmured, only to be met with a murmur as a reply. Your eyes managed to open slightly to see him slipping back down to the floor in a sleepy daze. You pressed louder, "Stiles! The bottle, I need the bottle."

He whimpered as his hand fished the small plastic cylinder from his pocket, holding it out and up toward you as one hand pushed him across the floorboards. Stiles' chin sat on the edge of his bed with a large and dopey smile as you took the bottle from him, a quiet 'thank you' spilling from your lips in a tired manner. You pressed the nipple to Leia's lips and sighed in content as the crying shortly stopped. You definitely weren't going to miss the jagged sleeping patterns from this week when you returned your assignment on Monday morning.

"Okay, sleep time." You concluded, slowly crawling back to your original position. You released a contented moan as your head hit the pillow, hands now grasping the covers and pulling them over your body. Stiles didn't even question you making yourself comfortable as he was used to you and Scott crashing at his house after a study session or a night of supernatural investigation. It was a simple event that had been happening for almost six years now.

Stiles carefully shifted Leia to the center of the bed so that he could slip under the covers beside you. He felt your head shift as his arm burrowed under both of your pillows, the other laying across Leia once again before allowing his hand to comfortably sit on your waist. It provoked your sleepy body to shuffle closer to his until you could feel the hard plastic of the doll press into your torso.

Shamelessly flirting in a playful manner in front of your friends was your form of banter - others poked fun at one another, but yours extended past just that. When you were alone, however, and in a sleepy state much like now... you and Stiles unconsciously exercised a more domestic and 'cuddly' approach as it was what made you both comfortable. He liked having his hands on something, or tangled in something, to settle the hype of his ADD. You liked the warmth and heaviness of the touch, it made you feel safe. It was a perfect match.

Stiles hummed as he lent forward a little, his lips freshly wettened by his tongue pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. You moaned sleepily as he laughed, both of your eyes closed in content. "G'night, baby momma."

"Goodnight, Stiles."

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MONDAY - 10:33AM

"Paperwork on the desk, doll in the trolley. Make sure the I.D numbers are secured, for the sake of god. The last thing I want to do today is track down which idiots forgot to pair their doll with their information papers. Do I honestly look like I don't have better things to do?" Coach boomed, his rhetorical question about to be answered before his hand was thrown up, head shaking, "Shut up, Greenburg! Don't answer that!"

You chuckled as Malia happily tossed the doll into the trolley, ignoring the confused glares of Coach as she walked away. Scott and Sydney joked around as they said their goodbyes to little Georgie, and Lydia made sure that she and Danny left the baby just the way they found her. When you and Stiles reached the trolley, it was almost full. His arm slung around your shoulders lazily as he looked at Leia, his lips pouting from having to part from her so soon.

"Bye, munchkin. May we meet again in another life." He cooed, patting her head. You smiled through a sigh, tapping her nose, "Goodbye, sweetheart. Miss you already. Stay a good girl, make us proud." You spoke softly, practically hearing Malia gag from across the room. You placed Leia down and began to walk away before Coach stopped you both.

"The hell? STILINSKI! Did you draw on my damn doll?"

"Well, she may have fallen, on my marker. Multiple times." He replied to your teacher, face scrunching up and cringing for the shitstorm about to come his way.

Coach's mouth opened with his finger pointed Stiles' way before you stepped forward, "It was actually me. Just an inside joke about her looking like Stiles."

Coach's hand instantly retracted and curled into a fist, falling by his side as his anger pushed through his nose. He groaned quietly and shook his head, "Really, Y/LN? Just don't do it again, okay?" His teeth were gritted as he spoke and you curled in your lips to prevent a laugh.

"Yes, sir."

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MONDAY - 11:42AM

"You know, it feels weird not having to worry about caring for a child", Stiles mentioned as you looked through your locker, gathering the right books for your Chemistry class coming up next. You never would have thought a week ago that Stiles Stilinski would have withdrawal issues over a doll. He clicked his tongue, fingers stretching out from a closed fist position until small cracks were heard. You rolled your eyes at his fidgeting behavior before holding out your hand, his mumbling voice barely above a whisper as he thanked you and grasped it within his own, instantly playing with your fingers.

"You getting clucky there, Stiles? Missing being a dad already?" You quipped, now piling your necessary books single-handedly and sliding them into your backpack. When the metal door closed, you could see a slight pout on his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

His voice was quiet again, "I think I just miss being able to focus on something that isn't Supernatural for once, you know, the normalcy?" You didn't mean to, but the look on your face presented slight pity and sympathy toward his statement. Before you could reply with feel-good words and reassurance, he smiled, "and yeah, maybe I miss being Leia's favorite parent, too."

This caused you to scoff, loudly. You knew that he wanted to move away from the mushiness of the conversation, so you let him and instead played into his little comment. "Hardly. Moms always have the best deepest connection with their children."

"You know how many times she woke up during the night when I had her? Twice, over three nights, Y/N."

"Stiles she is a doll, that doesn't mean anything."

"That's what somebody in denial would say."

Your eyes rolled, the school bell shortly echoing through the halls, indicating that your next class was starting soon. Stiles laughed at your lack of response as he squeezed your hand, pulling you to follow him toward the Chemistry classroom.

"You know, Y/N, for the record you'd make a badass mom. Like... seriously, badass. All the other moms couldn't hold anything against just how good you'd be."

"And you'd make a killer, DILF, Stiles."

His large strides paused briefly as he pulled you in front of his frame, a curling smirk playing on his lips at your statement. You clearly boosted his ego. "You really think I'd be a good DILF?"

"Oh yeah, hands down. Look at you, and with a baby? Damn." Your eyes crinkled in the corner and your nose scrunched as giggled escaped you, Stiles squeezing your hand once more as he laughed along with you. His tongue dragged across the ends of his pointed teeth before biting the inside of his cheek. He remained silent as he continued your walk across the school.

"Okay, I'll be the DILF and you can be the MILF, make all the other parents jealous as shit of how cool and attractive we are."

"Deal, Stilinski."

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine

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thelaundrybitch · 2 years

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Little Blue Hearts Update- Chapter 18

Happy Friday, Turtle Doves 🥰

I hope every one has had a great week so far!

This chapter is a bit... much? I promise it's all going somewhere, so don't crucify me 😭😂😘

Next Chapter updates on Tuesday!

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Little Blue Hearts cover art by the lovely @leosgirl82

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~Donatello~

*Sounds of quick typing on a keyboard*

Full name: Evelyn Elizabeth Benissimo

Birthday: June 15, 1983

Gemini... Interesting.

Birthplace: Boston, Massachusetts

Father: Lewis Benissimo - deceased

Mother: Eleanore Elizabeth (Blighe) Benissimo

Siblings: Gregory Scott Benissimo

Jayce Nathaniel Benissimo

Andrew Lewis Benissimo

Pets: None

Ethnicity: Italian, Irish, English, German, Scottish

Hair color: Strawberry Blonde

Eye color: Blue/green

Current Address: 918 Murray Drive Apartment B, Foxboro, Massachusetts

Height: 5'6"

Waist size: 12/14

Cup size:

"Hey, Donnie! How's the research going?" Calls Ashley as she comes into my lab.

I quickly close out what I'm working on and spin to greet her as she rounds the corner to my office.

"Oh hey Ash, I was just finishing up for the night before patrol," I say. "I started gathering info and making notes of the basics. You know, full name, parents, address. I haven't really delved into anything more yet."

"Awesome! I actually just came to see if you wanted some pizza with the rest of us before patrol?" She asks sweetly, with a smile.

"I would love some, actually. I'm famished," I say dramatically, making the brunette suppress a giggle. "I'll meet you guys in the kitchen in a few minutes; I just want to finish some stuff up before I head out for the night."

"Absolutely! I'll make sure Mike doesn't eat your share," she giggles and turns to leave.

"Thanks, Ashley!" I yell to her as she walks out the lab door.

I bring my notes back up on-screen to finish typing, "Double D."

I bring her social media pictures up to get a good look at her -because my curiosity has become way too overbearing for me to ignore it at this point.

"Oh..."

She's unreasonably attractive.

I'm staring at a close-up portrait of her face, and she has the most exquisite smile I've ever seen in my entire life. It was like I was seeing the light for the first time after being trapped in the dark for years… Everything about her radiates positivity and happiness.

She's like that one ray of sunshine. You know the one - it shines down through the clouds on a rainy, stormy day, making the things it touches more beautiful than they were the moment before.

Her lovely features have me mesmerized as I stare at my computer screen- eyes wide, jaw on the floor somewhere... Her hair is blonde, with fantastic natural red highlights. It's straight, layered, and lands somewhere below where the picture cuts off at her shoulders. Her skin is a pale ivory color, complete with a splash of freckles. Her eyes are... Teal? Wow. And they have a nice almond shape to them, long eyelashes, good eyebrow shape... She clearly takes good care of her teeth, and it looks like she's had braces because they are perfectly straight. Her lips...

I lick my own lips, my mouth becoming suddenly dry.

Jesus, Donnie. It's a picture. You don't even know if she still looks like this.

I click to the next photo in succession and come to a full-body picture.

Gulp

Full figure, curves in all the right places...

Ok.

That's enough of that.

I close out her social media page and switch the monitors to body cam footage views. I double-check to ensure all the monitors are working properly and head to the kitchen.

"Donnie!" Leo greets me as I walk into the kitchen. "I have a plate over her for you," he says, holding up a paper plate.

"Oh, thanks," I say as I grab a seat right next to him.

"How's the research going? Find out anything interesting yet?" He asks quietly.

"Leo!" Ashley exclaims from behind us as she comes into the kitchen from being God knows where.

Leo cringes. "Sorry, I just want to make sure he has enough time to... Work on all his research!"

"Uh-huh," she says, not buying a word of his cover-up story.

"Sorry, I've been sworn to secrecy, man," I say, smirking at Leo, who is now in full pout. "Where are Raph and Mikey," I ask, trying to change the subject.

"Raph is helping Master Splinter move his plants away from the door that cuts through to his room," says Ashley, "and Mike..."

"Was blowin' up the bathroom, my dudes," says Mikey as he shoots us with finger guns and winks as he comes into the room.

"Gross, Mikey. There's a lady present," says Leo, shaking his head in shameful disgust.

"I'm sure she's well aware of Mikey's detrimental bathroom expeditions at this point in their relationship," I say as I continue searching for more information on my blonde-haired beauty, using my Personal Digital Assistant. "But, still, Leo's right. Gross, Mikey."

"Oooo! Neat toy Don! What did Bro-fessor build this time?" Asks Mikey, waaaaay too interested in what I'm doing now.

"It's a Personal Digital Assistant, or PDA for short. It's like a handheld computer that can fit in your pocket," I say, trying to give him just enough information where he stops being so damn nosey.

"Oh! The doctors use those at the hospital!" Ashley chimes in. "Super handy. When they need to search for something quickly, they can just pull it out, type in what they are looking for, and have the information immediately!"

"But don't you already have that type of thing with your watch? You know the weird, holographic screen thingy you bring up in front of you like Ironman does?" Asks Mikey.

"Yea. Why would you need another one?" Asks Leo.

Shit.

Ashley smiles, "Donnie! Are you doing research on the go, about LIV?!" She practically squeals.

*Sighs* "Yes. I know how important this is to you, so I thought I'd run some search programs on the go while we are out and about," I confess, only half of it being true, of course. I can't tell them the real reason. I'll never hear the end of it.

Ashley claps her hands and hug-attacks me in a sudden burst of joy. I smile and pet her back.

Leo smirks and gets up to throw away the plates while Mikey claps me on the back in appreciation.

"Thanks, Donnie. I really appreciate it. And you," she says, standing back up, giving me a heartfelt smile.

"No problem," I say, smiling back at her.

Just then, Raph storms into the kitchen on a warpath.

"THAT'S IT. WE NEED TO STAY HOME TONIGHT!" He booms.

"Woah, what's going on, Raph," Leo says, holding one hand out like it's going to calm him down.

"We need to clean and rearrange Sensei's room. Tonight. He almost tripped over one of his planters! Not only that, but he's got them all piled up in front of the cut-through to my room! How am I supposed to get to him if something happens?!"

Seeing how upset Raph is, Leo nods in agreement. "Alright. Donnie, how was it looking topside through your monitors earlier?" He asks me.

"Pretty quiet and boring, honestly," I tell him, hoping he's going to cancel patrol so that I can continue my research.

"Alright. Raph, you and I will go do some rearranging in Sensei's room; we'll call off patrol for tonight."

"Me and Mike will grab the cleaning stuff so we can give his room a good scrub down, too!" Ashley says, Mikey nodding to confirm his participation. God, she's so good for him.

Leo turns to me, "And you can head back to the lab to continue your research. If you want. Unless you have, you know, something else to do."

"Research it is!" I say, jumping up and heading back to my lab.

Clean police records -not even a parking ticket. Volunteers at local shelters.

Medical records look fairly normal. A few sprained ankles, appendectomy when she was 16, allergic to penicillin. Anxiety-induced asthma? I'll need to look into that some more.

Dental records -yep- up to date on her cleanings, and she just finished her Invisalign treatment last year.

She's on medication for anxiety... Has an IUD…

Alright. Schooling.

Decent grades in grade school. A/B Student in high school...

Double major in a trade school? And top of the class in both categories?!

4.0 in college?!

"Holy shit."

And she just finished college this past year, in her mid-30s.

"AND SHE DOUBLE MAJORED?!"

Easy, Donatello.

Majors... Biology and English? Interesting.

"What the hell is she doing working for a hotel with that kind of intellect? In housekeeping no less," I say to myself.

Focus. Focus.

Bank statements, credit card statements, credit score... She pays everything on time. Budgets well. Likes Victoria's secrets,

*smirks*

and Amazon. "Same Sunshine, same."

Subscriptions to Netflix, Hulu, and Disney plus.

Hobbies... Looks like sewing, painting, drawing -anything crafty, really. Writing. Energy work? That needs more research.

Her Amazon music account shows she plays a lot of Ed Sheeran. Some Kelly Clarkson, Jason Mraz... 80s music galore...

Ok...

Friends...

Ashley. Hmm. Well, that makes things easier. And a bit odd.

Boyfriends and ex-boyfriends...

None currently. Last one was...

"Six years ago?"

And it looks like it lasted less than a year…

Ok... Let's try girlfriends... Nope, nothing there either.

"Evelyn, you just keep getting more and more interesting, my dear," I say to my computer screen.

I pull up the cameras at her current job and see her using a wet vac alongside a bunch of male housekeepers in an attempt to clean up flooding caused by fire sprinklers that were set off. I know this because I see the firefighters working on the piping on the ceiling a little way down the hall.

"Well, she's definitely not afraid to get dirty…." I say with a suggestive smirk.

And since she's busy, I can hack into her phone and plant my secret weapon I use for safety and security monitoring.

"Alright, sweetheart. Time to activate your GPS, so Daddy can make sure you behave."

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weezeryuri · 2 years

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actually doing a whole ass drawing for the first time in like a year and im already on some fruity shit

#scott's cringe art moments

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anewbeginningagain · 3 years

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While we’re on the subject of TSL, I’ve noticed Dave has been expressing his love for Tessa and Scott (especially tess) more and more lately.

I recall him being far more complimentary of MS and critical of MR through much of the 2017-2018 season. Now he’s saying MR is a work of art and MS was overrated. Granted MR did improve and we are allowed to change our minds so it’s not really a big deal but something I noticed.

And I do love when he takes out the Tessa Barbie doll during episodes because you know it pisses of Jonathan.

He’s also been releasing Patreon videos where he and a friend (so not Jonathan) judge old the ice dance events. They’ve done 2007, 2008, and 2017 worlds and 2018 olympics.

I think he is mostly doing it for gaining audience tbh. I don't think he really has true opinions when it comes to ice dance, his coverage of ice dance form what I've seen is 90% talking about politicking and drama, 8% talking about material and packaging and 2% about the actual skating. From what I've seen his coverage of TS stems mostly from his need to get a response out of the TS fandom, when he saw the overwhelming sway towards TS with Moulin Rouge he tweeted

but up until then, he was pretty much against them, trashing them for the mistake they made for going for MR (at least those were the reports I got). When he wanted to annoy the TS fandom he did commentary on TTYCT after it was broadcasted and dissed them for it because that's just who he is (was it flawless? no, was it better than most of the usual skating shows? yes and he knew it). So his opinion isn't even real, it just depends on the response he wants. As for Tessa's Barbie doll - I think he is just acting out with that one, I saw it once or twice when he did it and it came across as dumb at least for me.

I haven't seen any of the Pateron material obviously so I have no idea what is said in them. The only credit I can give him is that he did one of the best interviews with TS I've ever seen, he clearly did his homework and asked good questions they weren't asked before. Of course, there were a few cringe moments in the interview when he decided to stay on brand and either tried to say something provocative or acted as a basic shipper from the TS fandom, but most of the interview really was very good.

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Top 5 Cartoons!

My friend I'm so glad you asked, I love you very muchly!

5. Star Wars The Clone Wars

This isn't a 2D animated cartoon, it's fully rendered in CGI. But I LOVE THIS SHOW because it combats the stereotype of "cartoons are just for kids". I mean yes of course the beheading of a leader and laissez faire of an entire planet is totally for kids. Might I also remind people of the time when Anakin mutilated the arms of a war general just before killing him? Anyway, I love star wars and by default love this cartoon!

4. The Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes

I consider this the best modern super hero cartoon of all time. Sorry 90s Xmen, you just weren't my cup of tea. But Earth's mightiest heroes??? A pretty ass art style and a great blend of comedy and "drama", and you have the equation for a god tier cartoon. Also I had a huge crush on Wasp specifically because of this cartoon. I was heartbroken when the MCU version of Ant-Man was not Hank Pym (yes I know he WAS Ant-Man before Scott, but I wanted Hank TO BE the Ant-Man of the MCU). Anyway, it's only 2 seasons and definetly warrants a watch!

3. South Park

I think this counts because it is an adult CARTOON. I know for sure this is a controversial choice, but I'd like to make my case. South Park does this thing in every episode where they commentate on issues relevant to when the episode is made, and they will usually exaggerate the issue. What they also do is showcase Matt Stone and Trey Parker's more nuanced opinions on such matters. But I love it for that reason, they aren't afraid to speak their minds, and there is entertainment value to be taken from it as well. At the end of the day, as a cartoon it serves to entertain their audience. I will give a massive trigger warning to those who have not watched it but are interested because I know for sure the show does not hold back. Also, The Book Of Mormon musical was written by Trey Parker ans Matt Stone! Be cautious if you plan to watch South Park, and stop watching if you can't handle it (I won't judge! You do whatever makes you comfortable!).

2. Winx Club

I made sure my sister never caught me watching this back in the day. I had a HUGE CRUSH on Bloom and Darcy, I even vividly remember Bloom having a black outfit at one point and I could not take my eyes off her. I'm sorry for simping, I can't help it when I think about her lmao. I also remember some of my neighbors getting upset at their kids watching it due to "satanic" shit that was supposedly in the show. The way I see it, they were scared of their daughters falling in love with women (I wonder who that happened to👀). Winx Club is a gem of it's time and I think it would do me some good to rewatch the series! Also don't remind of the Netflix adaptation, I don't even want to think about it. WHY IS TECNA NOT IN THE SHOW???

1. Adventure Time

This top 5 would be a huge disservice to me if I did not put Adventure Time as my number one favorite cartoon. Where the hell do I even begin? I watched the first episode when it originally aired and was hooked from then on. While the dialogue and stories from the first season are hard to come back to (I really don't wanna call it cringe, but it has its moments :/), the same can't be said for the show over all! I felt like I was growing up alongside Finn, I remember watching the episode "Burning Low" for the first time and being just as confused and conflicted as Finn was. By the time the show ended, I was in my senior year of high school. It felt like watching a friend, or rather brother leave for college, while I stayed behind. I always find it ironic that the show ended during the final chapter of the first act of my life as I like to call it. Finn and his friends go on to do bigger and better things, and my friends and I are also on that same path. "Time Adventure" hits my soul harder than anything I've ever heard. And Princess Bubblegum's hero song for Lemonhope sent hella shivers down my spine when I first heard it and saw the accompanying scene. A grim reminder of how fucked up their world really is. I love this cartoon with all of my soul and I wish I could watch it again for the first time, just to relive all those feelings from my first time, even if they hurt! If you haven't watched Adventure Time already, WATCH IT NOW SO WE CAN SCREAM ABOUT SIMON AND MARCELINE'S RELATIONSHIP TOGETHER!!!

Shout out to my dear friend Vincent Van Vinnie for the ask! This was so much fun, thank you for the question!

#Adventure Time #winx club #Avengers #star wars #south park #cartoons

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stripper-patrick · 4 years

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Gallery🖼 Hardin Scott

Warnings: language, fluff, smut, light spanking, I liked this one😁

Tags: @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Relationship: Hardin Scott x black plus sized reader

“Y/N are you ready? We’re gonna be late” I finish touching up my hair making sure it looks nice. This new color has me self conscious.

I look in the mirror one last time at my overly thought out outfit. I nod in approval of the way my butt looks. I grab my purse and strap on my heels heading downstairs.

“You look nice” my mother smiles.

“Thanks”

....

We arrive at the huge mansion of the Scott’s. His father Ken Scott is the chancellor of England and somehow can still be in the states. Not my business. I’m dreading this because me and Hardin have had a small fling before. Ok by small I mean we caught feelings and by flint I mean talked and fucked multiple times but never dated. I haven’t seen him since I left for college last year.

I step out of the car and my father gives the valet man the keys letting him park it. I walk inside the house on my own seeing art displayed everywhere. They buy the art and either sell it to a different gallery for a smaller price or sell whatever money they make to charity.

Upon arrival I’m handed a glass of champagne. Granite I’m under the age but they don’t need to know all of that. I thank the waiter and walk all the way in. I take a sip of the dry liquid cringing at the burning sensation.

The glass gets taken from me by my mother “really”

“I know I’m more of a fireball kinda girl” I hear a snicker and that’s when I see him. Hardin Scott. The one who left my guts in another state and my heart broken. He looks nice in his maroon red button down and light grey pants with some white shoes.

“Sorry. Uh I’m Hardin you must be the Y/L/N’s pleasure to meet you” he extends his hand to mine making eye contact and I shake his hand staying quiet.

He shakes my dad and moms hand smiling at them. Ken comes over with a drink for my father which he gladly accepts while his mother Trisha accompanies my mom.

I look to see Hardin already staring at me “would you like to at the art?”

“Yes please” he takes me to the back where there are these huge extravagant pieces. I’m just in awe.

“These are amazing” I smile “I love this one” I point to a painting of which could easily represent black excellence. It’s so beautiful. I look at the price tag and see $23,000 on it “OOP never mind”

“You are still so beautiful” I look at him

“Don’t do that” I say

“Do what? Try to make a conversation after you left? I miss you if I’m being honest”

“You can’t miss me if you’re the one that wanted to end whatever it was we had”

“Well I regret it and I admit to my wrong doings” he steps closer to me “you still smell of vanilla. I wonder if you taste like it too”

I clamp my legs together involuntarily biting my lip. I’ve missed his tongue game.

“Hardin”

“I miss you more than you’ll ever know. No ones had my back the way you did Y/N” he leans down kissing the side of my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck fully kissing him.

“Meet me in the sun room” he smiles. Hardin kisses me one more time before dipping off into the crowd.

I make a left and go to the sunroom where there are a lot more paintings. By his mother it’s one of her hobbies. After about 10 minutes I’m about to get restless and leave. This was a mistake.

I stand up and I’m about to touch the door knob when it turns and the door opens. I back up and see Hardin walking in “we’re you about to leave”

“Yes I thought you weren’t coming” I fold my arms

“I’m sorry I got caught up handling some business” I roll my eyes and he puts his hand on my waist pulling me closer. “I’m sorry but what I just did you won’t regret”

He kisses me again. Gotdamn it I’m under his spell again. Hardin pushes us back until we fall on the bed. He lifts my dress and smiles at me in the middle of the kiss.

I can feel his pants straining at his hard-ok just waiting to be released. I move my hand between us and rub him through his tight pants. He moans in my mouth and now it’s my turn to smile.

I flip us over and focus my attention to his pants. Hardin sits up and slides my dress over my body. He kisses my collarbone and rubs my dripping pussy through my thin underwear. I finally get his pants undone and I unbutton his shirt. The artwork on his body never ceased to amaze me. My favorite was the tattoo on his hand. So intricate. I grab him stroking him a few times before going in his wallet and grabbing a condom. I grab the dick and slide it into me moaning. It feels like home when I’m with him... or in this case on him. Like he was meant to be with me.

He wraps his arm around my waist and thrusts upwards into me while I bounce down on him. The chatter of outside is luckily loud enough to cease everyone else from hearing our moans.

“Fuck Y/N” I loved when he moans my name. I own him now.

I rock on him harder occasionally swirling my hips. I’ve missed this feeling of him being inside of me. I never knew I’d have to admit that.

He slaps my ass gripping it afterwards making me moan. Hardin leans back on the pillows and I put my hands on his chest riding him harder. I let out a breathy moan.

“You’re so beautiful” I huff a ‘mhmm’ feeling the sunlight warm my skin.

“Don’t stop” I’ve never seen him this vulnerable before. He was always the dominant one and it was seldom if I took control like this.

“I miss you so much oh my god” I moan

“Look at you so beautiful on top of me” he moans. His grip on my hips will definitely leave a bruise. Hardin sits up again this time thrusting harder into me. I moan louder and just before I’m at the point of screaming he covers my mouth. He sucks a patch of skin and my legs begin shaking nearing my climax.

“Awww are you about to cum on me?” I nod moaning. He lets go and holds my butt cheeks open and starts drilling me.

“H-Hardin I’m cumming” I moan. That billsful moment that I haven’t felt in a long time. It always feels different with him.

“Make a mess all over me darling” he closes his eyes and grunts. I watch his stomach tense as he empties his load inside the condom.

My legs are still shaking feeling the aftershock and I smile at him. His beautiful eyes look at mine and he seals our space with a kiss.

“I wanna do this with-“

“Hardin?” I hear his father calling for him.

“Hold on” he yells back. I get off of him and slide my dress back on while he re-buttons his shirt and fixes his pants.

“Can you zip me back up?” I ask. He zips my dress and kisses my shoulder

“I wanna do this with you Y/N. For real this time”

“I don’t wanna be hurt again Hardin” I say “go out first”

He looks at me nodding before walking out first. I lean on the door sighing. “Where were you?” His father asks

“I needed a minute to myself” he lies

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Bathroom maybe?”

I wait a couple minutes before I emerge and sneak behind my parents. “There you are. Did you see anything?”

“I saw a lot” I smile

....

It’s been a week since me and Hardin’s rendezvous and I haven’t called him. What if I get hurt again? What if it’s just like last time?

I’m sitting in my room listening to music when I hear someone knock on the door. “Come in”

My mom emerges with a huge package and a smile “it’s for you”

I sit up and she leaves it on my bed. She shuts the door leaving me along again and I see a note attached to it.

‘I hope this proves that I won’t hurt you H’

I open the box and see the painting I fell in love with at the galley. I gasp and pull it out all the way. This is really mine.

I grab my phone and call Hardin. He picks up on instant and I can hear the smile in his voice “hello love”

“Hi Hardin. I just got your package”

“Ah that is the one you wanted right?”

“Yes but I- I don’t know what to say H. I can’t possibly take this”

“Nonsense. It’s yours and that’s the bottom line” he chuckles “it’s a peace offering”

“So me letting you be inside of me wasn’t enough peace?”

“It was but that was physical I want your mental and emotional peace. I want you”

I smile looking down “then you got me”

#smut #fluff #after #hardin scott smut #hardin scott #after we collided #feb 17

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bellarke-angel · 4 years

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Drabble request: stiles is killed by monroe post-series and lydia sorta does a scream that ends the whole world and sends her back in time to ep1, where she does a very complex martial arts move on Jackson when he hugs her from behind and tries to only act friendly in front of stiles (which still astounds him). Peter's someone she can deal with rather quickly but her main problem rn is to not scare the crap out of this lovable young stiles with her intensity while still grieving HER stiles.

Lydia was sure this was a dream, it had to be, waking up to find herself lying in bed as though nothing had happened. Yet the last thing she could remember was Stiles limp in her arms, blood covering both her hands and clothes...but it wasn’t her blood, it was his. He’d been stupidly heroic yet again, the pair walking hand in hand through the woods, sure it was weird to be going on a late night walk in the woods but it had become a little thing they’d do. To spend time together without all the murder and shit. Then Brett had appeared out of thin air, the boy scrambling helplessly blood gushing from his arm as he held it, his breath hitched as he collided into the couple.

One word and that was all Stiles and Lydia had needed to know about what had happened,

“Monroe.”

The boy strained, clearly needing medical attention. Stiles had been quick to the boys aid, trying to help him standing asking him a million questions at once. But all Bret could do was shake his head, mumbling something about his pack being hunted, that so many had died. Lydia couldn’t imagine the pain of losing so many. Stiles had instructed her to take Bret back to the jeep, to get him to the hospital before he lost too much blood. But before he could even shift Bret’s body weight onto Lydia, a sharp snap shot into the floor beside their feet. A gasp escaping their mouths. There was no time.

“Next one goes through the chest!” A gruff voice echoed from behind them - they didn’t have to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. Gerrard.

"Of course it's you," Lydia sighed heavily, anger bubbling inside her.

It might've been in his genes to be a hunter. But it wasn't what Allison had wanted, Lydia just wished Gerrard would respect what his granddaughter's wishes.

"I should've guessed you'd come crawling out of your hole at some point." Lydia snarled, Stiles close beside her, his hand resting on her lower back.

"To be fair, I've always thought you resembled a mole," Stiles chimed in, a dancing smirk on his face as he ran his free hand over it. The scrawny boy earning himself a glower from the older man before them. “What? It’s true.”

Lydia stifled the smirk that threatened to appear on her lips, the short girl staggering as she felt Bret stumble weakly. A worried glance shooting his way as Gerrard muttered something to the woman beside him, the girl raising her crossbow to aim so perfectly at Brett. The three knew how this was going to end, with Brett’s condition deteriorating rapidly, there was no chance he’d be able to run without getting hit. Stiles quickly straightened, raising his hands up trying to defuse the situation. Shoving all his jokes aside.

“Hey, hey, look. No-one has to get hurt anymore than they already have,” He rambled, “We’ll just be taking our little wolf friend here, and he’ll be out of your hair. We’ll act like this never happened.”

The cruel pair before them let out a harsh cackle, “You think we’ll just let him go? How many people have to die because you monsters roaming our lands? No. He dies tonight.”

It was ironic that she was a councilor, the woman who was supposed to help with the students and their issues. Now turning on them, trying to kill them for something they never asked for. They were just trying to survive, like everyone else in this ghost ridden town. All it took was the snap of a wire, for the arrow to come soaring towards the innocent, injured boy ready to take his life. It happened faster than Lydia could process, Stiles being beside her one minute to launching himself before Brett the next.

It was the sound of the arrow stopping that shattered Lydia’s reality. It had hit him. Stiles. Stopped plain in his chest, for a moment she found herself frozen in time. The redhead watching as the boy she loved stared down at himself, seemingly in shock that he’d actually risked his life for someone he barely knew. That he’d traded places, life for death. When his warm brown eyes locked onto Lydia’s, that was when she saw fear and pain begin to flood his mind. It was like Allison’s death all over again. But this time she was in Scott’s position, she was the one now cradling Stiles in her arms, the man having fell to his knees quickly losing the strength to breathe let alone stand. It ached her heart to watch, her hand putting pressure around his wound, her hands shaking as tears streaked down her cheeks.

“It’s okay,” Was all Stiles kept repeating, but she wasn’t listening. She knew it wasn’t. If it was then Allison would still be alive now, all it takes is one arrow and she knew Stiles knew that. “Lydia, listen to me. Y-you’ve got to get Scott, or...or my dad, I—”

“Why would you do that? You knew what would happen—fuck, Stiles.” Lydia questioned in anger, all the pain beginning to bubble up. The thought of losing yet another person she loved in the same way, causing sobs to rack her body. “I-I don’t want to lose you.”

Stiles raised a shaking hand to her cheek, his thumb grazing over her soft skin trying to memorize the feeling. He’d waited so long for them to be together, for Lydia to reciprocate his feelings and now it was all being taken away. Lydia let out a soft whimper, leaning into his touch, wishing everything to be okay again, but it didn’t change the fact that Stiles was dying. Right here, in her arms. A piece of her heart crumbling away.

“I love you, never forget that. Since the day I met you...you’ve been all I can think about, all I dreamed about, when I thought of my future, Lydia...” Stiles choked, the tears that were brimming in his eyes now falling. “You were all over it. You still are, okay. S—so whatever happens, promise me you’ll be happy, promise me you’ll go get that award you’ve always wanted. Promise you’ll take care of Scott.”

If Stiles wasn’t dying, she’d refuse to listen, refuse to hear his goodbyes or promise anything that didn’t involve him. She was finally happy, after all these years and that happiness was currently in her arms, on the edge of leaving her.

“Stiles, I can’t — “

It was getting harder and harder to swallow the scream aching to leave her body, but she watched as his eyes flutter, the boy struggling to stay awake. She needed him to hear her say it, to say she loved him more than he’d ever know, to tell him she didn’t want a future where he wasn’t in it. That for the past three years she’d loved him more than she’d ever loved anyone in her life, Stiles was she’d wanted...but it was too late, her mouth fell agape ready to flood him with all the love consuming her thoughts. But his eyes were closed, his chest still...his hand limp. He was gone. And that was when she screamed, just before everything turned black.

[x]

Lydia hauled herself up, wincing at the coursing pain that shot through her head. She hadn’t had a migraine this bad since Eichen House, it took her a second to notice the changes in her room, the walls a horrid hot pink that of which they used to be years ago. The sight immediately making her cringe, she could’ve sworn just hours ago her bedroom walls were a warm rouge pink that she’d chosen with Stiles not too long ago. Lydia shook off the eerie feeling weighing on her, trying to piece together how she could be in the woods with Stiles one minute, to waking up in her bed...but that’s just it. She didn’t remember waking up. The redhead startled hearing her door click open, her mother walking in looking at her as though she was crazy.

“Lydia, what the hell are you still doing here? School starts in ten minutes.”

The redheads eyes widened at that, not bothering to question how the weekend had managed to fly by so fast. Senior year was the year she’d sworn not to be late, it could remain on her record forever and after being stuck in Eichen for so long. Missing out on essential classes wasn’t on her itinerary.

“Shit,” She hissed beneath her breath, her mother glaring at her daughters foul language. Lydia’s green eyes flickered to her mother, knowing she’d get scolded for cursing - even if she was eighteen. “Sorry, I guess I slept through my alarm.”

“Well, you’d best get moving, you don’t want to be late.” Natalie tutted, she’d always frowned on anything but perfect when it came to her daughter. She knew Lydia was capable of whatever she set her mind to.

Lydia simply nodded, snatching up the first bag in her sight which just so happened to be her bag from her freshman year. It was horribly out of season, but it would have to do, she threw on an outfit - her grey boots, a loose fitted dress and her grey leather jacket thrown over the top. She instinctively reached for her car keys, which she always left resting upon her bedside table. Only to find them missing, she could’ve swore she put them there yesterday. The redhead knew she didn’t have time to fuss about where her keys were, darting down the stairs and into the kitchen, she’d have to ask her mother to drop her off.

The redhead had fought the feeling of heartache the moment she’d awoken in her bed, but heading towards the school with her books in her arms and bag on her shoulder. It just seemed to get heavier, Stiles flooded her mind, his last words, the pain filled brown eyes, she’d never known Stiles to be as pale as he was that night. It haunted her, and something told her it was too realistic to be a dream. She remembered it so vividly. Lydia sucked in a breath, something telling her today was going to be different and the second she walked towards the double doors, noticing two familiar looking boys, her closest friends, both looking a lot younger and doe eyed than the last time she’d laid eyes on them. Something stopped Lydia in her tracks, she was close enough to note the buzz cut on Stiles and the rugged curls on Scott’s head. Something was definitely wrong.

But right now, with a heavy heart of losing the man she loved seeing him alive and healthy was all she cared about. The redhead strode forward, not bothering to think it through and threw her arms around the skinny boys body. The weigh of her suddenly colliding with him causing him to stumble back in shock. Lydia could tell immediately that this Stiles wasn’t hers. At least, not yet. The girl pulling back, to meet the slightly confused, slightly frightened muddy brown eyes she loved so. But all she could offer him was a smile.

“Lydia...uh...” Stiles visibly gulped, clearly dumbstruck, fumbling for words to say. Seeing Stiles like this, shy and nervous just how he was when they first became friends, melted her heart. “W-What, uh...I didn’t think you knew I existed.”

Lydia laughed lightly at his words, back then she didn’t, she hadn’t even known he’d attended the school until Allison took interest in Scott.

“Nonsense, I know everyone.”

Scott had been stood beside his best friend, in his own state of shock at the redheads presence. Not once had she even glanced in the boys direction, now here she was as though she’d change over night. Stiles gave Lydia a shy once over, noting the apparent differences in the girl.

“Did uh, did you do something with your hair?” The nervous boy asked, frightened he’d scare her off. Lydia frowned at his words, lifting a gather of her hair, did he not like it?

“No…” She begun, suddenly self conscious that all this time Stiles might’ve disliked her straight hair. “Do you not like it?”

Stiles reacted quickly to her words, rushing to nod his head feeling as though this was his one chance with Lydia and that he might screw it up.

“Fuck, uh. No, no I love it. I think it’s beautiful, you know, that you’re beautiful. I-I just meant that it was straight, it’s usually curly.” Stiles stammered, trying to correct his error.

Lydia had forgotten how shy Stiles had been around her when they first met, always fumbling for the right words, shooting her loving little looks. It caused Lydia’s cheeks to burn with a blush, falling more in love with him every second that passed. The redhead had no clue how she was here, if this was some strange multiverse, or if she was simply dreaming. But to see her boyfriend like this with his stupid buzz cut, his goofy smile and fit as a fiddle. She was thankful. Because at least it gives her a chance at loving him again, to savor her time with him whilst she could.

[x]

Strangely enough, classes had passed by quickly, Jackson had been hounding her like a dog most of the day. Lydia surely didn’t miss that. The girl sat at the “popular” table listening to Danny hammer on about some model from Vogue; the boys usual topic of conversation. When her green eyes landed on a familiar set of brown ones boring into her, like she was a puzzle he was trying to decipher. Lydia muttered an excuse to Jackson, rising to her feet and heading over to Scott and Stiles.

“Hey.”

Was all she came out with, for no reason feeling a bundle of nerves build up in her stomach. Stiles seemed to smile instantly at her presence, clearly thrilled this morning wasn’t just a one off.

“What are you boys fanboying about? It’s just I was watching you guys and uh, whatever you’re talking about, it’s clearly important...or intriguing at least.”

Lydia knew Scott got bit around this time, seem as it was the start of freshman year. The two boys nervously glanced at one another, hesitant on whether to spill the details of their night.

“Just...boy stuff, I guess.”

The ginger had to stifle a laugh at that, “Wow, boy stuff...you sure you don’t mean werewolf stuff?”

Both of the boys eyebrows shot up, mouth agape as they looked at her as though she could somehow read her mind. Maybe she could’ve came about telling them a lighter, instead of dropping a bomb like that. But what was the point in wasting time?

“What? I mean, how do you know?” Scott struggled, scratching his head anxiously. His eyes suddenly growing wide, lowering his voice as he asked, “Did you get bit by that thing too?”

“No, ew. I just...happened to know, that’s all.” The girl shrugged, sliding into the seat beside Stiles. Subconsciously sitting a little too close to him, he’d been silent since she appeared. Lydia returned her attention to Scott. “That bite, starts something incredible.”

Scott remained dumbfounded, having no clue how she could’ve stumbled across all of this information. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was some kind of psychic. Stiles cleared his throat, eyes still trained on Lydia beside him.

“I’ve never got to admire those green eyes of yours up close,” Stiles looked as though he hadn’t meant to say it out loud, his face mimicking a tomato. Lydia could only smile, knowing her eyes were always her Stiles’s favourite. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s not often I get complimented this much.” She smiled sweetly.

“Doesn’t Jackson compliment you?” Stiles frowned, he’d assumed their relationship was the typical popular high school couple, honeymoon phase all around. Lydia scoffed.

“Jackson...has his own shit going on. He doesn’t exactly have time to notice me.”

It felt weird confessing that out loud, knowing that really was how their relationship had been all those years ago. Lydia loved him, despite the fact she knew he was gay…that he had hook ups with guys here and there. It hurt her to know she was just his beard, but as long as she portrayed this perfect picture for everyone else, she dealt with it.

“You don’t deserve a douche bag like him.” Stiles muttered beneath his breath, knowing the old Lydia would turn her nose up at him for saying that.

“Took me a long time to realize that.” She agreed, wishing she’d fell out of Jackson’s spell a lot earlier than she did. “I should’ve seen what was right in front of me.”

The pair seemed to share a silent exchange, both their hearts fluttering in their chests. The love Lydia felt for Stiles was unlike any of the love she’d felt for her past lovers. Lydia sighed, hauling herself to her feet.

“I’d best get to class, I’ll catch you guys later.”

[x]

Lydia walked down the corridor, she’d flew through her classes. She wasn’t sure if it was considered a cheat that she’d already gone through all of the paperwork and exams. But she hadn’t exactly asked to go back in time. It was the glimpse of dark curled hair that caught the corner of her eye. Her heart dropping to her stomach, it was as though all of the pain from three years ago came flooding back. Allison.

Without thinking Lydia was before the girl before she could stop herself. The urge to throw her arms around the brunette calling to her, but unlike with Stiles she fought it. This Allison didn’t know her yet, frightening her off wasn’t an option. Lydia forced on a fake smile, good at hiding her pain as always.

“Is that the new designer jacket from Gucci? Oh my god, I wish I could afford that.”

The shy girl brushed her hair behind her ear, smiling awkwardly towards Lydia.

“Uh, yeah. My mom’s sort of into their stuff.” Lydia felt like crying, it had been years since she heard her best friends voice.

Lydia wasn’t sure if this dream or whatever the hell it was, was supposed to be some form or torture or heaven. Whatever it was, she was grateful to see Allison again, whether it was real or not. Only now she was carrying both the loss of her boyfriend and best friend. The dark thoughts seemed to cloud her mind, the redhead being pulled from her thoughts by Allison. Finding the brunette waving a hand in front of her face.

“Hey, you okay?” The concerned laced in Allison’s voice made Lydia give her a weak smile. Shaking herself back into her act.

“Yeah, sorry. Just got lost in my thoughts, but we should totally be best friends?” The ginger beamed, linking her arm through Allison’s with a chirpy bounce of happiness. The brunette closing her locker with her free hand, going along with her.

“Sure, why not?” Allison laughed shyly, as they turned both the girls eyes met two boys at their lockets further down the hall. Allison seemed to notice Lydia’s gaze. “Friends of yours?”

Lydia glanced up at her long lost friend, a small smile on her face. “Yeah, two of the best people I know actually…”

It felt like nostalgia being back where their adventure had started, Scott, Stiles, Allison and her all together again. How it was meant to be. Something within her broke, she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed this.

“The cute one? What’s his name?” Allison asked, eyes trained on the boys.

“The boy with the buzz cut, Stiles?” Allison seemed to raise a brow at the name, but Lydia quickly noted she’d meant Scott. The redheads cheeks blushing, “Oh, you mean Scott.”

Allison stayed quiet for a moment, “I met him earlier...he seems sweet.”

“I think the feelings mutual,” Lydia grinned, gesturing towards the boy that was now looking Allison’s way. “And now the love story begins.”

Allison blushed furiously nudging her, hating the attention. “Hey, you’re one to talk. Clearly this Stiles, means something to you.”

Lydia shook her head, the brunette was correct to assume so, but she simply smiled. “Time will tell, my friend. Time will tell.”

But little did Allison know Lydia knew how their story unfolded. Love, heartache and adventure awaiting them. Lydia started to walk towards the lovable pair of boys when she felt a pair of snake around her waist, tugging her into whomever it was. As if on instinct, Lydia performed a perfect martial arts move on the boy who was her current boyfriend. Her heart was racing as she backed off of the boy realising who it was, Lydia placed her hand over her mouth in shock.

“Jackson! Shit, sorry. Y-you scared me.”

The attention of every student in the hallway was on her, each of them bewildered by the sudden incident. Lydia extended a hand to help him up but the boy simply scoffed, shoving her hand aside, a scowl written across his expression.

“What the fuck, Lydia.”

The boy dusted himself down, wincing at the ache that ran through his body. Lydia kicked herself, Parrish’s lessons came in handy, but they also appeared like they were on auto-drive whenever anyone touched her. Stiles saw the exchange from afar, anger coursing through his exterior at how Jackson had swatted Lydia away. The scrawny freshman rushing over, standing protectively before the redhead.

“Dude, she said she was sorry.” He spoke up, Jackson took a step towards the boy as though to seem threatening.

Lydia knew what Jackson could be like, the girl slipping between the two men, a hand on both of their chests.

“Let’s all just calm down, okay? It was an accident. You startled me, that’s all.”

Jackson huffed, glaring at Lydia with anger. “We’re over, Lydia. Sort your shit out.”

Lydia remained unfazed, she got over Jackson a long time ago. The woman rolling her eyes at the immature man, her eyes falling onto the worried brown eyed boy. A smile instantly finding her lips.

“I didn’t know you knew karate?” Stiles spoke up, looking down at the short girl.

“Martial arts.” She corrected, “I learned from an old friend of mine, guess it comes in handy sometimes.”

Stiles shuffled on his feet, looking over her shoulder noticing Scott was in some deep flustered conversation with Allison. A goofy grin on his face,

“Seems Scotty’s got a himself crush.”

Lydia watched the pair interact, the love blooming just as it had so long ago. “I ship it.”

Her words earned a loud laugh from Stiles, the man joining in, “I think they should have a name, just between us, how about...Scallison?”

“I like it, it’s got a ring to it.” Lydia chuckled lightly, her gaze returning to Stiles who met her as though they were in sync.

Lydia felt like a school girl with a crush when she was around Stiles, she’d always tried to hide it but she couldn’t fight the attraction she felt towards him. Even with his bald head. He was still her Stiles, he cleared his throat, gesturing towards the double doors.

“You wanna, you know, go for a walk or whatever? Feel free to say no.” Stiles asked, looking as though he was preparing himself for rejection.

The redheads heart fluttered, “I’d actually really love that.”

Lydia couldn’t read the boy before her, so many emotions flooding his expression. Happiness, confusion, excitement all wrapped into one. Stiles rubbed the nape of his neck with a innocent smile.

“Great!”

The pair walked out of the school, no teacher stood guard to tell them to head back inside. It wasn’t like missing a few classes would damage Lydia’s grades anyway. Comfortable silence hung between them as they walked, arms brushing from the close proximity, goosebumps running up Lydia’s arm every time they touched. Stiles was the first to speak up, breaking the silence between them.

“I didn’t even believe Scott when he said it was a werewolf…be honest with me, how did you know?”

Lydia pondered on telling him, seeing no harm, the worst that could happen is him thinking it was a joke.

“I...I’ve known about werewolves since I saved Jackson from the Kanima,” The redhead confessed, Stiles gave her an odd expression. Lydia sucked in a breath before she continued, “Scott was bitten by Peter, some asshole related to Derek Hale. From there Scott becomes a werewolf, he falls in love with Allison along the way, I know this sounds crazy...but I think, I think when I screamed when you died in my arms - brought me back here. Back to you.”

Stiles stood in ominous silence for a minute or two, debating whether to believe the woman he loved. It sounded ridiculous, she just so happened to be thrown back in time to when they first met. And yet it all pieced together, the way she noticed him, the way she looked, how her hair was straightened, longer and her face matured. This wasn’t the Lydia he knew.

“So...in the future I die...that kind of sucks.”

Lydia let out a breath of relief, thankful he believed her. “It was...one of the worst nights of my life.”

Stiles thought it over for a moment, shortly connecting the dots. His eyes suddenly sparkled with hope, a charming smile dancing across his face.

“Were we…? Are we more than friends in the future?” His question was hesitant, as though he was afraid to ask...maybe to know the answer.

Lydia bowed her head with a smile, “I loved you more than I’d ever loved anyone.”

The words that fell from her lips seemed to knock the air from Stiles’s lungs. All his life, since he’d known the red haired girl, he’d been waiting for the day she returned the love he held for her. Stiles found himself jealous of his future self, to have Lydia all to himself. To get to hear her say she loved him, to sleep beside her, to hold her close whenever she was afraid. Stiles longed for that life.

Before Lydia knew what was happening Stiles crashed his lips into hers, it took her by surprise but less than a second later she responded with the same amount of passion, pulling the boy close. Lydia found herself lost in the kiss, her mind, body and soul all focused on Stiles. The way he held her so gently, the way he kissed her with such fire and affection, his thick shaggy brown hair, those puppy dog brown eyes...that’s when a wave coursed through her body and everything turned black.

[x]

Lydia felt a rush of déjà vu, waking from the darkness, a surge of pain running through her head. She internally groaned, she swore there was nothing more that she hated than a migraine. The redhead head held her head, blinking a few times to get rid of her blurred vision, it wasn’t until then that she heard Melissa’s voice.

“Lydia?! Lydia, hey, can you hear me?”

The girl all but groaned a response, “Where am I?”

“Beacon Hills memorial. Can you tell me the last thing you recall?” The brunette asked, fussing over Lydia as though she’d been in some sort of accident.

“M-me and Stiles...why the hell am I in a hospital?”

It was quiet for a moment, Lydia looking up to meet Melissa’s concerned brown eyes. “Stiles was shot by an arrow...don’t you remember?”

Lydia’s eyes widened at her words. The woman leapt out of the hospital bed she’d been apparently lying in and was on her feet in seconds. Stiles wasn’t dead. Melissa held up her hands, placing them on Lydia’s shoulders, keeping her from racing out of the room.

“Whoa, slow down. Scott’s with him. You’ve been unconscious for a couple of days, Lydia.” Melissa informed her, easing the girls worries for a moment. If Stiles was in pain, at least Scott could help ease it. “That scream knocked you out, Scott found you three in time. Stiles and Bret had been rushed into surgery, they’re in recovery now. He’s been asking about you.”

Lydia sat quickly at the edge of the bed for a moment, thinking about kissing Stiles. It must’ve been some sort of...unconscious reality. Lydia sighed, glancing up at Melissa, tears welling in her eyes as she remembered the pain that harboured in her chest.

“I need to see him...please Melissa.”

Melissa nodded, she’d been hearing those exact words from Stiles since the moment he’d regained consciousness. The curly haired woman gestured to the door, holding it open for the redhead to head through. Lydia couldn’t settle the bundle of nerves that were in a knot in her stomach, the last time she saw Stiles, the real Stiles. He was bleeding out in her arms, before she knew it Melissa was pushing open a door that led to Stiles’s room.

Lydia stood in the doorway, feet seemingly glued to the floor as she looked at him. The boys brown eyes finding her the second she came into his sight. She’d never seen his face glow with such happiness and relief, except when he’d got her safely from Eichen. Tears burned in her eyes as she let all of her emotions free, he was okay. His hair scruffy, his face paler than usual from the loss of blood, but he was alive.

“Lydia, thank god.” His voice was hoarse, rough from lack of sleep no doubt.

The boy’s voice seemed to break her trance, the redhead rushing to her boyfriend’s side, taking his hand in hers. Tears trickling down her cheeks, Stiles smiled softly, he knew how she felt, he’d thought the scream had threw her into some kind of coma. He thought he’d lost her just as she thought she’d lost him. He ran his thumb over her cheek, wiping the tears staining her face.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” Stiles told her, hating to see her so upset. Lydia let out a strangled laugh, heart faltering.

“I thought you were dead.”

Lydia’s voice broke, struggling to keep herself together. The ginger hesitantly climbed into the hospital bed, making sure her hospital gown didn’t ride up, curling up beside Stiles. Lydia’s head resting on his chest, her eyes fluttering shut as she listened to his heartbeat. Stiles held her close, trying to let her know he wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m right here, Lydia.” The messy haired boy assured her, “I’m not going anywhere. I waited so long to be with you, you think I’d leave you now?”

Lydia arched her neck to meet Stiles’s gaze, her eyes flickering down to his lips, the boy noting the lingering stare, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“When they told me you were here too, that you were unconscious for some unknown reason,” Stiles started, “I almost lost it...I’ve almost lost you more times than I can count, they wouldn’t let me see you. Arrow wound and all. I had to make Scott promise to keep an eye on you.”

“I didn’t even know where I was...it was like I was in some weird dream. You were there, Allison and Scott too,” Lydia said, wondering if she had somehow gone insane. “Part of me wished it was real, because it would’ve meant you were still alive. But...even then, I knew I’d rather be with you. Here, now...just like this.”

Despite the sharp pain in his chest from the wound, Stiles reached down planting a adoring kiss on her temple. Smirking in amusement as he watched Lydia’s cheeks flush scarlet. The redhead tightening her hold on his hand.

“I love you with everything in me, Stiles. I really truly love you.”

As his heart raced with happiness, he smiled. “I’ve loved you since I could remember and I’ll love until my last dying breath.”

Okay so I absolutely LOVED writing this one shot, I hope @petrichorblue94 and all my other readers love it as much as I do! Thank you for the amazing request too!! :) A big thank you to my wonderful girlfriend @jaguarslegion for helping me on the parts I was stuck on. Thank you for reading, you can also find this on my ao3 > LoverOfCoffee

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