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thecosmicsailor · 2 years ago

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Haiii I’m posting my cowboy writing bc I have the overwhelming need to make other people look at them. Enjoy :}

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Out in the wastelands, everybody you meet is an enemy. Resources are scarce, and good hiding places are even more so. Any potential threat to your supplies is a potential threat to your life.

So when Sidney finds another teenager sleeping in the ravine wall he had been camping out in, his first thought is to kill him.

But… he managed to get a pretty big kill on his last hunt, and he had just found a pretty good amount of wild fruits, and the kid doesn’t seem like he touched too much. All that’s missing is some roots and a few pieces of jerky. He scowls and grumbles, but puts his bag down and nudges the kid’s side until he moves. “C’mon dickhead, get up.”

He squirms on the floor for a moment, but groggily rubs the sleep out of his eyes. They’re bright orange, and nearly entirely hidden under his hair and giant stupid wizard hat, but they’re filled with a kind of fear that Sidney is very familiar with as they look up at him. The kid tries to scramble away from him, but he’s already backed up against the wall so he ends up just banging his head on the stone.

Sidney just sighs as he stands on shaky legs and backs further into the cavern. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammers, “Please don’t kill me, I’ll leave, I-I can give you, um… s-something! I—”

“Shut up, squirt, I’m not gonna kill ya,” Sidney snaps. “Just, fuckin’...” He scoops up a coyote skin and ties it around a part of his last hunt, along with a few of the berries he just gathered. He stomps over to the kid, who has now backed up as far as possible, and shoves the package into his arms. “There. Now get out,” he growls, punctuating it by flinging his own arm up to point to the exit.

The kid just stands there, mouth open. Sidney’s eye twitches. “Git!” he snaps, and the kid is off like a rocket.

He huffs. Hopefully he won’t just end up getting himself killed by freezing like that again, or he’d’ve just wasted a good bit of food for no reason.

—

A week or so later, Sidney finds a bundle of roots shakily tied with snake skin in his cavern, along with a note.

Thank you

-Alex

—

The next time Sidney sees Alex, he’s moved to the side of a mountain, and he’s out on a hunt.

It’s been a good day. He’s got a fox in his sights- a big one, and after he’s already bagged a few rabbits in his traps earlier. He lines up his revolver, and-

ZZACK

The hair on the back of his neck stands up as the fox leaps out of the way of a thin, orange spear and sprints into the brush. A few more spears get shot at it, but they’re sloppy and go wide. He hears a soft “Nooo…” and who steps out from behind a boulder but the teen with the stupid hat. Gods, he doesn’t even have any goggles.

“Great job, asshole,” Sidney shouts as he rises from his spot. Alex looks like a deer in a god’s sights when he snaps his head towards him.

“S-sorry,” he mutters, and practically folds in on himself. “I, uh. Didn’t know you were around here.”

Sidney rolls his eyes and strides over. He claps a hand onto Alex’s shoulder and starts dragging him away from the clearing, ignoring his yelp. “Won’t matter if anyone steals yer kill if y’ can’t even hit anything. Let’s go see if we can’t find that fox again.”

—

They did end up finding the fox again, and Sidney ended up coaching Alex into aiming at it properly this time. They eat together later that day, and sleep in a small alcove with their backs to the walls.

When Sidney wakes up, Alex is still asleep, with his head buried in his hat. His first thought is how easy it would be to kill him, but he brushes it off. He’s put a stupid amount of effort into keeping the kid alive, it’d be counterproductive to just kill him himself. Instead, he brushes his bangs out of his face, cracks his sore joints and gets to work on packing his things up.

He’s gotten to cleaning his guns when Alex wakes up. Sidney’s left all his stuff alone, so he gets to packing his own things up after orienting himself.

Sidney stands and slips his goggles on, and moves to leave the alcove. “See ya, Alex. Keep yerself alive out there,” he says. He tosses a wave over his shoulder and doesn’t look back.

He’s only gone a minute or so away when he hears footsteps behind him. He turns, and Alex is running after him.

“Whaddaya want, squirt?” He grunts.

Alex takes a moment to catch his breath, and adjusts his hat. “D-Do you think, um, I could come with you? I mean, it’d be easier to, like, get more food with more people, and—”

Sidney cuts him off with a long groan. “Fine. C’mon squirt, we’re goin’ foraging.”

—

“Yer gonna hafta get some goggles if ya wanna keep yer eyes for much longer, squirt.”

“Why d’ya keep calling me that? I’m taller than you. Actually, how old are you anyways?”

“Yer gettin’ bold, squirt. Nineteen, you?”

“Eighteen. Seventeen, actually. I turn eighteen soon, I think.”

—

“I, um. I don’t think I ever actually learned your name.”

“Hm. Sidney Buckner.”

“I’m Alexander White. Nice to meet you, I s'pose.”

“Same t’ you.”

—

“Alex. You can do magic, right?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, though I’m not great at it. Why?”

“Is it just, like, all kinds a’ magic, or… what?”

“Eh, I can do a bit of everything if I’ve got th’ right spells, but I’m best at animating things. Bringin’ stuff to life, makin’ it move. I’ve also been getting alright at attacking stuff, you’ve seen me do that.”

“Yeah, y’ sure got a knack for blowin’ things’ heads off, that’s for sure.”

“Wh— hey, that was one time!”

—

“Sid!”

Sidney looks up from his hiding spot, where he was counting his bullets, to see Alexander jogging towards him.

“I found a town pretty close by! Maybe we could, I dunno, find some extra supplies or somethin’.”

He perks up at that. Towns are few and far between, and not many of them survive for more than a couple years. If you come across one that’s still living, it can be invaluable.

“Good find, Alex. Which way?”

—

They have to duck out of the sight of a god that’s flying overhead and hunker down to shake off the nausea, but they manage to make it to the town mostly unscathed. It’s a small thing, but it’s got a motel, a blacksmith, and a general store, and that’s good enough for them. They don’t have any money, but they manage to haggle with the motel owner for a room in exchange for some of their food.

Alexander stays there to work on something, and Sidney goes out to see if the smith has anything useful.

There’s no bell, but the door creaks loud enough that the owner notices him come in anyways. “Howdy, stranger,” she says. “Whatcha lookin’ for?”

“Y’got any bullets yer willin’ to get rid of?” He asks. She shifts, tense.

“Why’d y’ want ‘em?”

He hesitates for a beat, slightly nervous. “...I’m almost out. Hard t’ hunt anything if y’ can’t kill it.”

Some of the tension leaves her shoulders, and she pulls some trays of bullets from behind her counter. “Alright then. Sorry fer th’ hostility, stranger. Bandits’ve been settin’ up around here, and we’ve been gettin’ more n’ more of ‘em lately.”

Sidney hums, and picks out a set that fits his guns. “What’ve they been doin’?”

“Mostly just stealin’ shit, but our barkeep got shot when a couple a’ them picked a fight. They ran off with some booze n’ supplies.” She scowls. “Along with a lotta my bullets. Speakin’ of, those’ll be $1.75.”

Damn. These better be real good bullets. “Got no money on me, but I’ve got food if y’ need it.”

The smith grunts in exasperation. “Lucky for you, I do, but yer on thin ice. Whatcha got?”

Sidney leaves the blacksmith with a hundred new bullets and without two birds and a bundle of roots.

—

Bandits are a menace in the wasteland. They’re ruthless, steal everything they can carry, and are almost inevitable, so Sidney really shot himself in the foot by being so unprepared for an attack.

A bullet whizzes above him, almost knocking his hat off his head. He and Alexander are huddled behind a rocky outcrop, but he can hear the footsteps of the bandits approaching. One of his guns is knocked away, and the other is out of bullets. He can feel his heart racing. We’re gonna die here. We survived this long, and we’re gonna die here.

“Wait, wait-” Alexander fiddles with a small pouch on his belt with shaky hands. From it, he pulls a small crystal the same color of his eyes. His brows scrunch up in concentration, and orange streaks swirl around it as it starts to glow.

“Whatever yer doin, y’ better do it fast,” Sidney hisses.

“I know, I know, just- there!”

Alexander shoots to his feet and launches the crystal over their hiding spot. A gunshot rings out, but it never hits.

B O O M

Gales of wind soar over the top of the outcrop, knocking Sidney’s hat off and toppling Alexander over onto his back. It dies down quickly, but he’s frozen in place.

Alexander’s bangs are slightly singed, and his face is scratched from debris. But then he starts laughing— it’s shocked, and happy, and ever-so-slightly manic, but at least it’s not blood-filled. Sidney sweeps his flyaway hairs back, and cautiously peeks over the top of the rocks.

There’s nothing. No more bandits, no footprints, no evidence of them ever existing except for a large, sparking scorch mark where they used to be. Alexander comes up beside him, shaking slightly and holding his hat out to him. Sidney takes it with a trembling hand, and stands up next to him. “...Mind tellin’ me what that was, squirt?”

Alexander laughs a bit. “W-Well, it’s, uh, it’s like a bunch of magic all packed into a really small form, and then I kinda… y’know when you blow a balloon up real big, and then you pop it, and all the air comes out all at once and makes it explode? ‘S like that.”

Sidney takes a moment to process that, staring at the scorch mark where two men used to be. “...You made a bomb!?”

Alexander looks very tentatively proud of himself. “I mean— yeah, I guess. Saved our lives though, didn’t it?”

He’s not wrong.

“Th— you— holy shit, Alex.” Sidney puts a hand to his forehead, and cracks a slightly hysterical smile. “Y’ got a real talent fer blowin’ things up, huh?”

—

Their first crime is a simple theft— with the promise of extra firepower backing them up, it’s easy to find the confidence to break into a general store at night and steal some supplies. They fix their cloaks up, and Sidney makes some metal linings for their clothes for extra protection. The town would live without it, the two of them might not.

They steal a few horses next— Sidney calls his Sally, and Alexander calls his Swift. Swift and Alexander get along well enough, but Sally is tough and moody. A horse is a horse though, and faster travel is a serious advantage in a place without a lot of cover from the sky.

They have a few more encounters with bandits. Most of them get taken by surprise and don’t come out alive, but a few get away. One of them they steal the gun of, and so Alexander gets a non-magic alternative. In one town they pass through at night, Alexander finds a bounty on the message board with a rough approximation of their faces on it.

His gut twists uncomfortably, but a spark of pride bubbles in his chest.

—

“Hey, Sid.”

Sidney looks up from the food shelves he’s currently ransacking to see Alexander standing in the doorway, holding two bottles of bourbon.

“Happy 21st, yeah?”

—

“Alex.”

Alexander hums and turns away from the campfire to face Sidney, who is holding a stack of something leather.

“Here— little tabs, so you can keep yer crystals all around you fer easier access. Made ‘em m’self. Happy 20th.”

—

Sally is a moody horse, and Sidney is a snappy person, so it’s no surprise that the very big and tough animal doesn’t obey him sometimes. She doesn’t take too kindly to being stolen and having a new owner.

Sidney grips her reigns tight as she thrashes around, almost knocking his hat off if it wasn’t for the string tied under his chin. “Shit, shit— Sally!” With a final buck, he’s flung off her back and faceplants into the dirt.

“Snrk-” Alexander stands by Swift, stifling his laughter.

“Yeah, laugh it up, asshole,” Sidney grumbles.

“Sorry, sorry, just—” he snickers. “—heh, what’s the ground taste like, Sid?”

“Tastes like your face when I kick it in.”

“Just like Sally just did t’ you?”

Alexander leans on Swift with a stupid grin on his face, only for his own horse to give a rough shake and send him stumbling into the sand as well.

“How’s the ground taste, Alex?”

—

Enoch is a seedy town with a bad reputation. It’s popular among bandits because everyone will turn a blind eye— they know who you are and why you’re there. Sidney and Alexander have gotten notorious enough to get a couple stares among the few people on the streets, though they’re certainly not the biggest fish around.

No, the biggest fish would be Ezekiel Sutton, who Sidney has the misfortune of meeting alone.

An hour later, Alexander finds him with a scar on his cheek, a bloodied arm, and a newfound fear in his heart.

—

Sidney doesn’t tell Alexander about where the stinging in his arm came from, but it’s obvious just by looking at him that something happened. He eyes everybody with a new kind of wariness and sticks close to his friend, gets more hostile towards strangers. Alexander mirrors him, stands taller to be more intimidating. He wears his magic crystals on every surface, always with reach. Sidney starts collecting knives, and makes sure Alexander always has a few on him too.

Alexander doesn’t press, but it’s obvious that he’s concerned.

—

Sidney starts resenting the gods more than people at some point.

In idle moments, he starts thinking. The region is a wasteland because the gods rove over everything in their paths, and resources are scarce because everything gets destroyed one way or another. And because resources are scarce, people compete for everything. The only way to guarantee that you can live another day is to take it from somebody else.

There’s a lot of gods. Too many.

He wonders if they bleed.

—

They find a town that’s been destroyed. It’s unsettling, but a lucky find nonetheless. There are canned goods that are still mostly edible, and supplies and ammunition that haven’t been scavenged by anyone else yet. The stables are intact too, so Sally gets a good place to sleep for however long they stay here.

Swift ran off a few months earlier after giving Alexander a broken nose, and they hadn’t been able to find another horse for him yet. He got over it fairly quickly, but now Sally was getting testy, carrying them both and their bags.

They stay for a few days, longer than they tend to stay in one spot. Alexander presses to stay a few more days though, for another one of his projects. Sidney grumbles and gripes, but relents. He passes the time by patrolling around over and over while Alexander stays cooped up in the stables, and he tries to ignore the anxiety that twists in his chest that comes from leaving him alone.

Two days later, Alexander comes out of the stables with dark eyebags and an enthusiastic grin. “Sidney! C’mere, I gotta show ya somethin’!”

With a slightly relieved “fuckin’ finally,” Sidney follows his friend in while absently brushing some stray hay out of his curly hair. Sally is in the back, where Alexander is leading him, sniffing at…

“Alexander, is that a damn horse?”

Sure enough, a horse-shaped figure is nudging Sally, but it’s segmented and wooden, and its eyes are dark and beady. Its mane sheds sorghum when it shakes its head slightly.

“Yep!” Alexander looks proud of himself, even covered in hay and wood chips and swaying from exhaustion. “I kinda used Sally as a model, n’ I built him outta a buncha brooms n’ wood that I found n’ broke down, n’ then I put a buncha magic in him. I’m namin’ him Broom.”

Broom walks over, a bit stiff, and bonks Alexander with his snout. The man staggers back into Sidney and would’ve fallen over if he hadn’t caught him.

“... How long’ve you been awake, Alex?”

“Eh, maybe like… what time is it?”

Sidney checks his watch. “Five PM.”

Alexander zones out for a moment. “Oh. Uh… ttthree? Days?”

“... Go to sleep, Alex.”

“Yeah, that’s… I’ll do that.”

They spend the night in the stable, and Sally and Broom join them.

—

Sidney knows he’s paranoid, but he also knows that paranoia is a good trait to have if you want to survive. Especially when people who could kill him in a hundred different ways were one unfortunate coincidence away. He’s still reeling from his encounter with Sutton, even two years later, and he’s always eyed everybody with a little (a lot) more consideration since then. He tries to avoid thinking about him.

Enoch is hushed when they next visit it— Sidney would’ve avoided it if he could, but a prominent bandit group they needed information from was stationed there. The bounty board is the most prominent thing in the square, and a good group of people is gathered around it, whispering. Alexander looks at him nervously, but they move towards the people together.

Sidney puts a hand on the shoulder of a woman— Posie Red, he thinks she’s called. “Mind fillin’ me in on what’s goin’ on here?” He asks in a hushed tone. Alexander hovers behind him, scowling.

“Y’ haven’t heard?” Red says. “There’s a real big bounty missin’ from the board.”

He looks back at it, closer this time.

“Sutton’s gone. Why?” Alexander mutters. “He didn’t get locked up, did he?”

“Rumor has it that he went into Haventown n’ got caught by their sheriff,” Red replies.

Sidney shudders. Haventown. They’ve got a history of ruthless sheriffs. Werewolves, too. It and Salvation Town were famous for being both the longest-lasting towns around and the most dangerous to get caught in if you’ve got any kind of blood on your hands.

He doesn’t want to think about it anymore. He grabs Alexander by the arm and stalks off to find the gang they’re here for.

—

Alexander gets a rifle into his hands and takes to it like a duck to water. He’s in his element perched on the top of a plateau, waiting for the perfect shot. It ends a week with him streaked with magic, and he experiments with shooting his crystals instead of regular bullets. The craggy clearing they camp out in is filled with pockmarks from laser-focused explosions.

The wizard takes up woodcarving to pass the time, and the rifle’s hilt is the victim of many amateur engravings. Alexander is proud of them though, and fills each of the marks with a bit of orange glow.

It’s not only good as a gun either, as he demonstrates a few days later. He slams its hilt into the back of a bandit’s head when she gets too close, and it sets her hair on fire.

—

“Y’know what, Alex?”

“Hm?”

“…I wanna kill a god.”

Alexander chokes on his water. He coughs for a moment, before asking “N’ why’s that?”

Sidney glowers at the black and red sky outside the mouth of the cave they’re in, looks as close as he can to that damned eye at the top of the sky before his head starts hurting. “I’m tired a’ this. I’m tired a’ fearin’ for my life every time I look up a little too much, or if some god just up n’ decides we’re too in its path to let live. We’re like worms to ‘em, and I’m tired of it.”

“Well… how’re y’ gonna do that?” Alexander adopts a thoughtful look. “You’d need a pretty specialized plan, I think… maybe if we wanna go after one a’ the flying ones, we could make some kinda wing-trap.”

Sidney hums in consideration. “Maybe.”

He glares at the fringes of the sun, and a blazing anger takes the place of the resentment at the bottom of his heart.

—

It’s been a while since Sidney cut his hair. His bangs are long enough to sweep back with the rest of it, and he’s had to start tying it up with a strap of leather to keep it from flying in his face. Alexander’s is only being kept short by how much he singes it with his magic.

He’s also started growing out his sideburns, now that he’s moved on from the annoying young-adult-patchy-stubble that he’s had for the last few years. He thinks it’s a good look. Alexander makes fun of him for it.

—

“Hey… Sidney?”

“Yeah?”

“D’you think that we could be brothers?”

“...Brothers. That sounds nice.”

—

They start celebrating their birthdays together, just because they’re so close— Sidney’s is July 27th, Alexander’s is August 4th. Sidney makes Alexander new boots with metal heels and toes for his 25th birthday, and Alexander carves Sidney a few sigils that can combust if he shakes them for his 26th.

Sidney nearly burns his eyebrow off when he uses one, and Alexander lectures him about magic safety afterwards. Sidney calls him a hypocrite for all the times he’s set off bombs right next to himself.

—

One night, in Enoch’s biggest bar, Sidney gets to talking about the gods again. His anger has aged like whiskey, and he finds company with people who share his sentiment.

The gods are destroyers. The gods never deserved their worship. The gods shouldn’t keep the land in fear anymore.

It’s cathartic knowing that he’s not the only one thinking like this. Even surrounded by enemies, he feels for a moment like the gods couldn’t take all of them.

—

At 27 years old, Sidney dies.

There’s a chill in the air that day, and clouds. Winter is moving in, and with it will come storms. But that day it’s quiet.

Sally is agitated, and even Broom seems a bit tense. There’s static in the air, making the hair on the back of Sidney’s neck stand up.

Around the edge of a cliff face, right in their path, he sees it- a god. It doesn’t fit, like it’s a newspaper clipping that got pasted onto the sky. It’s surrounded by a halo of something— a shifting, buzzing feeling that his eyes can’t really process while he’s looking at it in his peripheral vision.

He hops off Sally’s back, as quiet as he can. He feels that anger in his heart flare up, filling his bones and screaming in his mind. Do it. Now. NOW!

He takes one of his guns in his hand, and he hears Alexander coming up behind him and worriedly saying something, but he’s sprinting forward before he gets it out. The sands spray out from under his feet as he scales the hill underneath it, and he raises his gun and his eyes to the sky.

Time freezes, it feels like.

S ta ti c roars in his ears—

— th e r e ‘s a scre a m beh ind him

W H I T E fl ood s hi s visi on — -

and only for a moment, he feels his mind start to unravel, before a wave of force crashes into him and everything goes black.

—

Lightning slams into where Sidney stands, and Alexander screams. In an instant it’s gone, but he hardly notices behind the bright sparking of orange coating everything, and suddenly he’s kneeling next to a skeleton covered in ashes.

His vision blurs with tears, and the crackling in the air is no longer god-static but his own. His arm and face and blood burn with magic, like they’re being ripped apart, but he can’t bring himself to care while he’s busy channeling the bright flames, so seamlessly that it doesn’t feel real, into the skeleton below him. It shifts from orange to a bright, bright yellow. A maelstrom of sand swirls around them, but leaves them pristine in the eye of the storm.

Then, like a coin, it drops. The white sand drops to the ground and settles. Magic crackles and fizzes, but doesn’t react. The clouds begin to move normally again. The god is nowhere in sight, already moved on with no attention given to his outburst. Deep, deep exhaustion hits Alexander like a bullet. He collapses, then and there.

He lands on top of his brother, cold and sharp, whose pinprick eyes glow yellow.

#also featuring off-screen cameo of spinch’s guy Ezekiel #hope y’all enjoy these traumatized fuckers #oc tag: sidney #oc tag: alexander #blorbos from my brain #wip: godforsaken #cosmic’s writing

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hypnagogics · 6 months ago

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before you read ▪︎ loose continuation to THIS

ultra loser!ellie x teasing(slightly sadistic tbh)!reader. reads fine as a standalone!! no fr sex, but still nsfw!!! loads of teasing, ellie's shy and flustered (also gave her glasses and piercings muahahah AND HAPPY TRAIL MENTION YAYYY), reader's a little insistent (but it's ok), mentions of masturbation, discussion of sex, REALLY horny making out at the end lol, heavy petting, they almost do it, tiny abby cameo, buildup AS PER USUAL YALL KNOW THE DRILL, kinda cliffhanger ending (its on purpose HAHA), different layout bc i cheated n looked at the poll oops...NGL TS HAD ME SWEATINGGG WRITING IT LMFAO don't think i have ever written something more horny....ok enjoy! + 2.2k wc

apparently both of you missed the professor's class cancellation email on this fateful day… other students showed up too, but they left quickly after seeing it was empty. ellie stayed to catch up on some work, enjoying the silence and typing away on her laptop, which looked like one of those beefy gaming computers.

covered in stickers and the keys changing color, you thought it was interesting she'd lug that thing around campus with her, instead of opting for something light and sleek. and now that leaves you. you had no other plans for the day, and had already mentally prepared yourself for this class, totally unaware it was canceled.

you realized it wasn't a bad idea to copy ellie, and catch up on some of your own work. however you were more intrigued by her, to be totally honest with yourself.

watching her from a distance, she captivated you. she never seemed to notice your stares, too absorbed in her thoughts. you watched her type, efficiently and quickly, pausing only to push her glasses further up her nose with her slim fingers.

the truth is, she's hot. but no one was hearing you out on that, unfortunately. they'd say to you, “what a loser! i don't think i've ever heard her talk.”

you felt overwhelmed by the urge to strike up a real conversation with her—more that simple greetings or coursework questions— and it was the perfect opportunity to do just that. so you got up, sat yourself down in the empty spot right next to her, and put on the most charming grin you could muster up. she abruptly snapped out of her focus, almost flinching at your presence.

“hey! you're ellie, right? whatcha working on?” you got close to her to see, being met with a bunch of hieroglyphic-looking strings of symbols on the screen. woah, smarty-pants. “um, it's just…some project, i dunno. how d’you know my name?”

she finally looked at you, her eyes round, wider than the ufo saucer stickers on the back of her computer. they were so green, the hazel ring reminded you of a polished agate stone. the scattered freckles on her face were so pretty too, you'd never been close enough to her to really take notice. she nervously scanned your features, blotches of pink blush decorating the apples of her plump cheeks.

she was so cute, and noticing her evident shyness flipped a switch inside you, what if you messed with her a little?

you shrugged at her, “just seen you around. you're so mysterious.” you lilt, manipulating your tone to make it smoother on the ears, even containing hints of seduction if you dared.

she blushed a deeper raspberry shade and looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her rings. she was somehow getting more attractive by the second, your heart felt like it was about to burst.

“am i? never thought of it that way, you're funny.” she mumbles, her antsiness obvious. but you didn't wish to let up so soon, you were having a lot more fun flustering her than you'd ever care to admit, even wanting to see just how far you could push her.

“ooh, i love your rings. where did you get em?” “just…places. why are you asking me so many questions?” you sighed and rolled your eyes, “well, ellie. we both don't have anything else to do, gotta pass the time somehow. i wanna talk with you, is that okay?” she took a deep breath and nodded, visibly relaxing. she stretched out her arm to get rid of the tabs on her computer, close it, and put it in her bag, which is when you got a look at her forearm tattoo.

“also i'm obsessed with your tattoo, you have no idea how cool you are, how are girls not all over you?” you question, taking her wrist in your hands and examining the tattoo's intricate line work, tracing your fingertips over the pigment in her skin.

you heard her breathing change in tempo, quickening ever so slightly. but she didn't move her arm away, and let you continue. she took a second to respond. “um. thanks, i guess. i don't really know what you mean.” her voice cracked when she said the last part, igniting a flame inside you, one that you didn't know existed.

your mind wandered, you began wondering what she sounds like when she whimpers. was she really so starved of human contact you could mold her like putty, just with your fingers and tongue? you wanted to find out so badly, wanted to hear how she'd cry your name out if you fucked her into oblivion. was she a squirter or a creamer? you hoped to the heavens above you'd get to find out someday. maybe it was too much to fantasize like this, considering you formally met just now, but you weren't hurting anyone if it all never left the confines of your mind.

you were lucky you hid your own arousal well, nothing out of the ordinary showed on your face whatsoever. ellie wasn't so lucky—to her dismay, but to your delight—everything played out on her delicate features so clearly, it was nothing short of delectable.

your eyes bore into hers, the intensity of the eye contact making her shiver, and attempt to break it. “ellie, ellie, ellie, may i call you els?” you didn't wait for an answer, and continued, “do you have a girlfriend?” you pouted your lips at her, feigning sadness as if her response was something you didn't already infer.

she was stuttering now, stumbling over her words, making less and less sense as the conversation went on. she was anxiously bouncing her leg, you could see her chest rising and falling, and her face had turned a lovely crimson color, it was so strong, the flush had spread down her neck and reached her ears, making her piercings stand out. good lord.

“ahem- no, i don't have a girlfriend. actually never have, shocking i know.” she chuckles at her self-deprecating joke, and while her smile was enough to light up a room, you wanted to slap the doubt out of her. or rather, fuck it out of her.

you exhaled loudly, “hahh, well isn't that a shame. you're so pretty, i'll just have to snatch you up for myself then.” she swallowed audibly, greatly taken aback. “sorry, what?” “oh, don't you know how much people love losers like you? tsk tsk tsk, you're so much hotter than you realize, i mean it, els. look at you! you've got these piercings, this tattoo, you're smarter than this whole class combined, seriously.”

she just gaped at you, unable to process what she was hearing. no one had ever talked to her like this, it was only something she read about. and coming from you? this ethereal person who starred in all of her most intimate fantasies? she rubbed her eyes roughly, convinced she was hallucinating. her mouth opened and closed dumbly, her voice box failing to produce any sound. but you were affecting her so much, especially because she lusted after you to an extent she could only take to the grave.

flashes of her midnight escapades flickered in her mind, of her shoving her hand down her pants like an animal in heat, orgasming so intensely she'd black out, abusing her hole with nothing but images of you playing in her mind, and your name on her tongue. her cheeks burned with the embarrassment of her wild actions, and she shook her head to clear the thoughts away.

you groaned and leaned back in your own seat, exclaiming, “god i'm so bored. and pent up, fuck. it's been so long since i had sex…” that was true. in any other situation you'd never say something like that aloud, but because you were alone with the clueless idiot you wanted so carnally, you let it slip.

“...maybe you should take care of that.” you heard her cough out, her voice coming out strangled. “i could. but that's boring.” you opened your eyes again and smirked devilishly her way, poor girl looked like she was about to go on a trip with the ferryman.

you grabbed her hand, examining it some more, commenting, “you play guitar, don't you? guitarists are very good with their hands, i will say.” you played with her hand, pressing it into a fist, then extending her middle and ring finger. gosh, what's gotten into you? “i bet you're sooo good.”

you've never seen a person look more flustered than she did right now in this moment. her voice was impossibly quiet, barely above a whisper, “cut it out.” “okay, fine.”

some beats of silence passed, but a thought crossed your mind. if she really hated this interaction that much, she could have got up and left eons ago, yet she stayed here and endured it all. hmm. you blurted out, “els, have you kissed anyone before?”

and again she stayed silent, even after you waited patiently for an answer. she kept looking away, her jaw tense.

you decided to quit the teasing just for a moment, and speak to her gently, genuinely. you shifted to sit a little closer to her and asked, “do you want to?” her gaze locked onto your mouth, she licked her lips, then muttered, “if you're really offering and not just fucking with me, sure-”

your patience broke and you didn't wait for her to finish her sentence before swiftly leaning forward and connecting your lips with hers, relishing the tiny gasp she made as soon as you did it. she tasted like a dream.

after a split second she kissed you back, it was inexperienced and clumsy, fueled by adrenaline, but she got into a rhythm soon enough. you took the lead and deepened the kiss, absent-mindedly tugging on her bottom lip with your teeth, coaxing eager whimpers out of her, pure music to your ears.

you succumbed to the sensations and increased the pace, your tongue dancing against hers. you felt her hands fumble by your waist, and she pulled you closer to her. your hands clawed at her chest, the beautiful symphony of panting, the wet smacking of your lips colliding, and her uncontrolled moans filled the empty room.

she gripped your waist so tightly, fingertips surely leaving small marks in their wake, you couldn't wait to find them later, and you shamelessly felt up her chest, your thumbs finding her nipples—perky, hard, and poking out through her thin shirt. you caressed and rubbed and squeezed, feeling her jolt under your magical touch.

she was fully whining now. spilling needy, high-pitched sounds, this was better than you could've ever imagined. neither one of you breaking the kiss for even a second, your hand trailed lower and landed on her stomach, slipping under the bottom of her shirt. you felt her defined abs tensing, and the whisper of a happy trail—now it was your turn to moan.

she got even louder and her kisses got sloppier, and you were about to venture inside her waistband before a sudden sound startled you both.

your phone vibrated aggressively, and with great effort you separated yourself from ellie, long strings of spit connecting you to her still.

she whimpered from the loss of contact, chasing your lips, then huffing and quietly groaning while you took out your phone, her hands not letting go of your waist. when you checked it, it was a message from your friend, abby, just saying: URGENT. COME HERE NOW. ASAP.

fuck her. fuck her and her timing, was all you could think. really, now? you wanted to kill her.

trying to slow your breathing and racing heart, you explained apologetically, “ugh, it's urgent. im so, so sorry ellie, i gotta go.” she stared at you, speechless, but nodded meekly, reluctantly retracting her arms. you didn't want to leave, and stayed gazing at her for a little longer, and brushed a loose strand of soft hair out of her face. what a cutie, she looked all disheveled and dazed. you were about to look for a paper to scribble down your number to keep in touch, until your phone buzzed again, and started ringing with abby's repeated attempts to get ahold of you. couldn't she wait a minute?

you gave ellie one last devastated look, getting up and rushing out of the classroom before abby called you another seventeen times.

ellie was left in the classroom, reeling from the encounter and what it had turned into. she was utterly bewildered at the events that transpired, her blood rushing in her ears, mind spinning, lips still puffy, glasses fogged over, hands trembling, and of course a sticky, uncomfortable damp spot in her boxers. she leaned forward to rest her head on the desk in front of her on top of crossed arms, to take a moment to cool down before escaping back to her place.

“holy shit.”

im horny🧍‍♂️just like ellie after that. as soon as she got home, u best believe she came so hard she saw literal angels and deities LMFAOO (this is my favorite thing ive ever written gawdDAYUM)

yall who wanted more, hope this suffices as a continuation! @stonerzdaze420692 @womenlvrrr

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