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lust, not hatred || pt. 2

pairings dealer!ellie williams x fem!oc/reader

summary what happens after ellie and aime, enimies over the years at a college, hook up?

warnings NSFW, fingering (r receiving), dry scissoring?, dry humping, pet names (princess, babe, good girl), kinda kinky ellie?, slight choking, semi public sex?? (fingering while people r in the room), drinking, zaza, and WHIMPERING ELLIE.

a/n so nobody asked for a second part.. but i felt like it, so heres the last part, read part 1 if you havent already! sorry in advance this is super long, and PLEASE send me ellie requests!

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part 1

the sound of banging at the door caused me to wake up.

my eyes squinted at the light coming out of my curtains, the loud noise at the door, and the pounding headache i had

once i fully gain consciousness, i looked around to see that i was in bed, naked, the white blankets sticking to my skin, and the feeling of my skin sticking to someone elses skin..

i scrunched my eyebrows confused, lifting up my head, only to shot up from where i was, "what the fuck?" i grumbled, causing the girl in my bed to stir awake

"tell whoevers at the door to shut up" ellie mumbled, shoving her head to the pillows more and squeezing her eyes shut harder, i ignored the tickley feeling i got in my stomach as she spoke with her grouchy and raspy morning voice

i went to speak up, but the voice behind the door beat me to it, "aime! wake the fuck up! i left my key and you were supposed to keep the door unlocked!"

i recognized the voice immediately, it was dina, and ellie did too, with scrunched eyebrows pulling her head from the comfort, only to make eye contact with me

i probably looked like shit, smeared makeup, crazy hair, sweaty and gross.. i dont even remember what happened last night, and i didnt have time to think, but as panic shot through me as i tried to figure out what to do, i stilled stopped to just admire for a quick moment how beautiful ellie looked.

ellies eyes trailed down, causing me to look down too, i quickly grabbed the blanket and brought it to cover my chest, fuck i literally just had my goddamn tits out and she fucking saw.

ellie looked over to her body, probably relieved that she was still in her bra and underwear, but her cheeks blushed red slightly as she realized that we, very obviously, fucked, well, she was definitely the one doing the fucking..

the banging on the door only got harsher, bringing us both back to reality, "fuck- i- can you- fuck!" i whisper-rambled, trying to figure out how to go about this

"uh- just- go get dressed, ill hide somewhere" ellie whispered, getting out of the bed, i could feel my face on fire from seeing ellie in her underwear, how could i not? she wore a pair of white boxer briefs and a grey calvin klein sports bra, i could see her cleavage pouring out slightly at the top as she bent over grabbing clothes from the ground-

ellie tossed me my underwear, i only blushed harder once i remembered i chose to wear girly floral lace underwear with a bow.

i didnt have time to go somewhere to change, i stood up, completely naked, and slipped on my underwear, i noticed brusing marks all down my body and all in my inner thighs by my heat, i felt myself grow wetter- ellie came around, only in her jeans and with one sock on, with a shirt in hand, shit, i can't believe im getting this fucking wet from this- but the thought of us doing it- and the sight of her like this..

"arms up" she mumbled, and at that i could have melted, i did what i was told, and she put my shirt on for me- she put my shirt on for me. god, i was on fire.

"it covers most the marks- and you normally sleep like that so she wont think anything of it, im gonna hide in your closet, okay?" she whispered, hands on my shoulders, i nodded my head, but her eyes went behind me, "oh fuck" she mumbled, and walked behind me, i watched her confused as she opened my cabinet, but it made sense once she took the shot glasses and vodka, we had shared from last night, and shoved them in to hide it

she then hurriedly grabbed her shoes, shirt, and sock, and slid into my closet, i shut it behind her and took a deep breath before unlocking my door and opening it

"jesus goddamn christ! took you fucking ages! i was starting to think you died!" she said loudly, pushing past me to get inside our room, i shut the door behind her and turned around to face her as she set her purse down and slid off her shoes, rambling about something like 'i never answered my phone last night' i dont really know, i had a pounding headache and all i was thinking about was trying to remember how me and ellie ended up tangled together both naked like that- i mean, ellie? of all people? how is that possible? the last thing-

"aime!" dina yelled loudly, "jesus christ, could you speak any louder?" i groaned, rubbing my temple, "did you hear anything i just said?" she asked, i shrugged, "didnt answer my phone?" i replied, but in a questioning tone as i wasnt really sure

"oh my god, you really are hung over! is it true? did you actually get along with her?" she asked coming closer to me

"huh? who?" i hummed, "you and ellie? i heard those rumors that you guys were dancing together and then disappeared together, and- holy fucky! are those love bites from her-"

what?! rumors of us like that spread that fucking fast? i sort of remember us dancing together but disappear-

fuck.. when we went to smoke..

i remember it now, slight graphic scenes of the memory came through, how i got these marks.. but after that, it was completely blank, i guess we just went back here and kept going at it-

"hello? aime! are you not listening again?" dina called, "oh, sorry, i dont know whats up with those rumors, you know we despise each other, and obviously this shit isnt from ellie! what kinda of animal do you think i am! but what was the last thing you said?"

"have you seen her? shes not answering her phone, and shes not at her dorm, i thought she was gonna be here but i guess not- and who are they from then?" dina asked

"oh no, last ive seen her was about a half hour after i got home from my last class, she was already here on your bed but i made her leave, and.. theyre from jason.." i lied

"oh? didnt know you guys were gonna do it, looks like he went hard.. anyways did she say if she was gonna go somewhere?"

"i dont know, maybe, i was ignoring her" i shrugged, not knowing what else to say, "weird.. wait, so did you end up going to the party? you look pretty fucked up and everyone i ask said they saw you"

"uh, yeah, i stopped by, i was looking for you and jesse, but i couldnt find you and went home"

"you stopped by? and you're sleeping in to 1pm? and why were you looking for us?"

"what! its 1pm?" i said with my eyes going wide, dina took a quick second to look at her phone, "its 1:12"

"fuck"

"yeah, so can you please explain to me why you randomly decided to go out get fucked up drunk and probably high, get fucked by jason, crash asleep with the door locked knowing i wasnt home, and skip all your morning classes?" she had her hands on her hips

"uh.." i stuttered rubbing my eyes, "you know.." i mumbled, "what? speak up" she said, i shrugged, "you know" i repeated, not daring to make eye contact, "no, i dont know, please inform me"

"just cause" i said, voice barley above whisper, "just cause what?" she repeated, "jesus christ, dina, could you just leave me the fuck alone and stop asking me a shit ton of fucking questions first thing i wake up, i have a pounding ass headache and i had important classes that i missed, i dont even know how none of my alarms went off, and im literally about to kill

myself!" i yelled angerly, more stressed then anger

"im not gonna leave you alone, im fucking concerned, sure you party once a week give or take, but getting this fucked up on a wednesday night after you were so adamant of not going from being so tired? what happened?"

"oh my god, dude, i barley remember, i just, i had a shit day, and when i got home i decided to have a fun night and release stress, so i drank some and smoke some, not that big a deal, i dont know why the door was locked, i probably was paranoid from the weed, nothing to be concerned, can you just- fetch me pain killers, and water?"

i ranted, and in the middle of my rant, i heard something fall from my closet, obviously i knew it was ellie, but it wasnt too loud, and i just kept on going, praying dina didnt hear

"did you hear that?"

fuck.

"hear what?"

"there was something moving in your closet"

"dina, i dont have time for this, can you please just be a good roomie and help me get over this hangover?" i tried to change the subject

"no, i swear to god i heard something like, in there, like-" dina began to walk to my closet,

"dina!" i exclaimed, causing her to turn, "why werent you here anyways, and why didnt i find you at the party?"

"oh, me and jesse left early, we went to his"

i nodded, "hey can i give you money for you to go buy me breakfast at the cafeteria?" i asked, already walking over to my wallet, hoping she forgot about the whole closet thing

"yeah, thats cool, for some reason everyone at that party either got shit faced drunk or left super early, so there shouldnt be much people there since theyre all still asleep"

"you're a life saver, thanks deen" i said with a smile, handing her money, "mhm, just drink water, take ibuprofen, and lay in bed"

"yeah, yeah, i know, thank you again" i said with a smile

she opened the door to leave, but turned around, "oh, aime?" she called, my heart raced, scared of what she had to say, i hummed for her to continue, "what do you want me to get you?" she said, gesturing to the money, i sighed, loud enough for her to hear the sigh, i didnt mean to, but it just came out, "oh, uh, just pancakes and sausage please" she nodded, shutting the door

i sighed again, running up to the door, looking through the peep hole, she was already gone, turning the corner, i locked the door again, before going over to the closet door, sliding it open

"what was that?" i exclaimed, watching as she, now fully clothed and with her shoes on, got up with the smuggest look ever, "what was what?" she questioned with a yawn

my eyes squinted in disbelief, why is she acting so casual? like nothing happen? like we didnt wake up arms squeezing each together, her half naked and me fully-

"the noise! she almost caught us!" i slightly shouted, ellie brought her hands up defending herself, "woah, woah, calm down, she didn't, so it doesnt matter"

"doesnt matter? could you imagine explaining that to her- or- or how humiliating it would have been for me? for us?"

ellie stared back at me blankly as i freaked out, "so what was the noise? what'd you break?" i crossed my arms waiting a response

"oh, right, my phone fell out of my pocket" she shrugged, the mention of phones caused me to look around the room, "looking for this?" she said, shoving my phone to my face, "what? how did yo- why do you have it?" i asked, looking up to her

"oh, i dunno, i guess you asked me to hold to it last night, it was in my pocket" she shrugged, licking her teeth with a small clicking noise after, to fill the awkward tension and silence

i stared blankly at her, trying to figure her out, why is she acting so normal? is this a common thing for her?

ellie dangles the phone in front of me, "so you gonna take it.. orrr?"

i slowly lifted my hand up and grabbed it from her, i broke the eye contact to look down at my phone, "its dead" she simple stated, i pressed the on button snd sure enough- the empty battery popped up, signaling for me to charge it

as i looked at the dead phone, my mind trained thoights, trying to figure out how to go about this and what to say next, i felt her eyes peircing me, the silence was painful, you would be able to hear an ant crawl.

"just gonna stare at your dead phone? cant even look at me?" her voice was just above a whisper, and god why was her voice so perfect- so soothing- her words went down to my core, i tried to ignore it, but instead ended up focusing on how close she was to me- which wasnt helping

as i still stared at the black screen- really i was looking out the corner of my eye to her- ellie brought her hand up, i didnt know what she was doing, my breathing got heavier as her hand went to my neck, forcefully pulling me closer to her, out of suprise, i low whimper slipped out my throat

i was immediately embarrassed, i tried to stay calm, but i knew my face was bright red, and i knew she noticed the way my chest rose up and down

her hand on my throat tightened, as she looked down at me, my head was pointed to her but my eyes were still to the ground, "look at me princess" she whispered, voice deep, my eyes slowly trailed up her body, and to her eyes, my eyebrows were furred from being so turned on- but also fear.

"good.." she whispered, her grip loosened, rubbing her thunb on my jawline, her head was tilted up, as she bit her buttom lip watching me- she knew i felt small, scared- but she also knew i wanted more.

"repeat after me-" she started, i felt my eyes water from lack of blinking, i didn't want to look away from her scared of what she would do.

"last night never happened" she said with a ruff voice, pressing her lips together in a line, waiting for me to repeat, i gulped, praying silently that when i spoke no moans came out.

"l-last night.." i stuttered, stopping myself to take a breath and contain myself, "never, happened" i felt proud that no noises came out, especially after ellie praised me— "good girl"

i stared at ellie as she still held me by the throat, i hummed a whine as her gripped went super tight on my neck- pulling me even closer to her, leaving about an inch in between us

ellie leaned in to my ear, her hot breath tickled, "i should probably get going" she whispered so quietly, but it was right in my ear drum that i heard every edge and crisp of her sentance

ellie slowly pulled away, a lopsided smirk on her face, knowing what she had just caused, as she let go of my neck, and walked to my door, not even glancing over her shoulder as she left, leaving me completely frozen- leaving me high and dry.

i had been trying my best to avoid ellie, it had been about 3 weeks since everything happened, and i still think about it every night.

it was super hard avoiding her, considering she was always in my dorm, so ive been camping out inside my friends dorm, her name was adriana, we've been close friends for awhile now and so ive just been sleeping over basically every night.

anytime i caught a glimpse of ellie, i prayed she didnt see me, and ran the other way

we also had a class together, history, and ive been skipping it everyday, but i needed to go to it monday, we had a test that day and i couldnt miss it, ive been trying to mentally prepare myself, its friday so i still had a few days

i layed next to adriana, in her bed, the walking dead playing in the background, when i got a call from dina

i picked up, obviously, "hey"

"hey aimeeeee" she stretched out my name, high pitched voice, i immediately knew she was gonna ask something

"oh god, what do you want?"

"well, its just, i know you said you aren't avoiding me, but it really feels like you are, i mean you've been glued to adriana for weeks! i never see you"

"just get the point please" i sighed

"can you come with me to a movie night at davies? its just gonna be the gang! and you can pick a movie, even if we have to pay for it, just pleaseeeee, i miss you so much, we all do!"

davey was jesses close friend, and 'the gang' usually meant, dina, jesse, me... and ellie.

i sighed, i felt super bad, guilty, i cant tell dina why i was being weird, so she assumed it was her.

"is-" i started, but stopped myself, should i ask? i hope she doesnt think anything of it, but i need to make sure so im prepared

"is?" dina questioned, pushing me to continue, "is ellie gonna be there?"

"uhh, yeah, i said the gang, did i not?" dina questioned herself

"yeah.. no, you did.."

"is there something going up with you two?"

"what? no! i just, wanted to make sure who was gonna be there! and- can i bring adri?" i asked, trying to change the subject

"yeah, of course, are you gonna come here to get ready or should i meet you at my car?"

"i have everything i need here, just meet at the car, what time?" i asked, everything poured out of my lips, i couldnt back down now

"is an hour good?"

"yeah, thats good"

"okay! thanks, i love you! see you soon!"

dinas bright voice cheered, and hung up before i could back down

i sighed, tossing my phone on the bed, looking over to adri, "so why are you avoiding dina? you ever gonna tell me?" she asked, "im not avoiding her! i just- shut up, and get ready"

"okay, weirdo, dont even ask me if i wanna go just force me" she mumbled jokingly, turning off the TV.

i know it was just a movie night, but i was silently stressing over what to wear. i had just gotten done with my light makeup and straightened hair, and was shuffling through my bag

i had already changed into a thin laced black thong..

"are you good?" adri asked, noticing my stress, "im fine" i said in a stern voice, "you sure?" she asked, i didnt answer, obviously i wasnt doing fine but she was annoying me by asking, "you know if you dont wanna go that badly, you dont have to" she said, concern laced her voice

"i would be a shit friend if i canceled! im fine!"

i yelled, quickly after, sighing, realizing i was being a shit friend from bursting out like that when she literally did nothing wrong, "im sorry adri, im just really stressed right now" i said quietly

"its okay, what are you stressed from?" she asked gently, "what should i wear?" i asked shyly, adri let out a small laugh, "wear? why are you worried about that, its just the gang, we're only watching movies in the dark, nobodies gonna see"

i looked up from the ground to her face with a 'seriously?' look displayed, "sorry, just uh, just wear something comfy and cozy, like pajama pants and any top, or pajama shorts and a hoodie, im gonna wear this" she said, looking down at her outfit, she wore leggings and a pink tied die shirt, adri had black leggings and a floral tanktop on, she was wearing the most basic outfit ever, but she looked so good. she was so effortlessly pretty. i bet ellies gonna want her over me.

i decided on black short shorts, they had hellokitty on the side with pink ties, i chose them because they're comfy.. definitely not because you can see my ass whenever i walk.. and i just wore a pink nike hoodie, adri helped me pick the outfit

i brushed my teeth, sprayed extra prefume and triple checked myself in the mirror, before we were out the door

we found dinas car in the parking lot, her headlights were on and in the same spot as always

once we got to the car, i realized ellie wasnt there, i smiled, relived, but quickly became concerned

"hey, wheres ellie?" i asked as dina started driving, "jeez, what's actually up with you guys" jesse laughed from the passenger seat, "i know thats what i was saying" dina mumbled

"what are both of you talking about? nothings changed, i just wanted to know if she was gonna be there, its not that deep" i said annoyed

"wheres aime? have you seen aime?" dina mocked in a lower pitch voice, "wheres ellie? is ellie gonna be there?" jesse mocked in a higher pitched voice

"you two are constantly asking about one another, you never did that before, and now you basically moved to adriannas dorm, and ellie said you dont show up for history? the only class you two share. somethings up, i mean i thought you were avoiding me, but now im starting to think youre avoiding her" dina explained

"im not avoiding her! i dont care about her enough to do that, im not avoiding anyone, i just, enjoy sleeping over adri's and the change of scenery was nice" i tried my best to come up with a lie, but they hummed "mhmm" clearly not believing it

"ugh, whatever, are you even gonna answer my question?"

"you arent answering ours truthfully! but what was your question?" dina peaked over her shoulder for a moment

i bit my lip, of course i have to repeat it. "where is she"

"where is who?" dina smirked, "you know who" i mumbled, "whats it to you anyway? if you dont care enough to avoid her why do you care enough to constantly ask about her?"

"just wanna know if this is gonna be a fun night, or a really annoying one!" i exclaimed, dina sighed, "shes already at davies"

"fuck" i whisper-mumbled, i didnt mean to say it out loud, but it slipped out, i felt everyone turn to look at me, "what?" i said annoyed, causing everyone to look away

i just wanna be home- well adrianas dorm, not home

the rest the ride was silent with light music playing in the back, "we're here"dina said, pulling into the driveway

jesse knocked at the door, a few seconds later, davey opened up, we all greeted him and he greeted us with quick hugs

"ellies already in the living room" davey said, pointing his thumb behind him, he lead us to the living room, me and adri were the last people to follow in line, there were two couches, dina, jesse, and davey sat at the big one.. leaving one more seat open, and ellie sat at the small one that only had one seat on that, leaving me and adri to look at eachother

ellie seemed to not pay any attention, smoking a blunt and scrolling on her phone, her legs spread, she wore a grey wife beater, and dark navy blue pajama plants, her boxers poking out.. and god did she look hot

"aime, can i please sit next to davey?" adri whispered with puppy eyes, "i mean, you said nothing was up with you and ellie, its not that bad" she added, i sighed, i literally have been such an ass lately, and have been sleeping over her dorm every single day, and she had a crush on davey, i couldnt just tell her no

"yeah its fine, i dont really care" i said with a nod, "oh, are you sure?" she asked "go ahead, im sure" i nodded, with a small smile she jumped up a little bit in excitement, joining on the big couch with davey

i suddenly felt cold, wishing i wore sweatpants, i grabbed blanket and sat down next to ellie

the room was filled with everyone talking and laughing, catching up, and trying to figure out what to watch, while me and ellie were silent, i was silent because i didnt really wanna be here, and was uncomfortable, ellie was silent since she wasnt paying attention, she didnt even notice me sit down next to her

i peaked over at her phone, i felt myself form a frown at the sight of her on text messages, texting some girl named 'cat' i didnt have time to read everything, but one of the texts cat said was, "i miss u" and "when can u come over again baby" but i quickly compose myself with a deep breath and spreading the blanket around my legs, theres nothing to be sad about. it was a hudge drunken mistake.

but they way ellie said i was hers? the way she acted during it? the marks i still had from her?

i guess the sigh caught ellies attention, i saw in the corner of my eye, her peak up to me slightly, looking back at her phone, but very quickly after looking back up to me, now realizing who sat next to her, hell she's probably only seen me once or twice within these 3 weeks, and thats just me walking past her in halls, but here i was sitting down inches away from her

i didnt realize when i sat down, but i actually sat pretty close to her, also considering she manspreading, our legs almost touched.

"oh shit" ellie laughed, eyes pouring to my skull as i stared straight ahead at the TV, "i thought you died"

it was silent between me and her for a moment, "whats the matter? cant speak to me anymore princess?" ellies hand went to tuck hair behind my ear, but i got up, walking out, "aime" dina called, "hm?" i turned around, "where you going?"

"the bathroom" i replied, quickly exiting. i made my way to davies bathroom, i went to splash water on my face but remembered i had makeup on, so i just double checked how i looked in the mirror and took a few deep breaths

"hey aimees, is the return of the living dead alright for our first movie?" davey asked, i noticed his arm around adrianas shoulders, i made a mental note to fuck with her about that later, "yeah of course, i love 80s horror" i nodded

i made my way to the couch ellie was at, she was still smoking her blunt, legs still open wide, but her eyes were on me, on my theighs, and she jad the blanket i brought over on her

"seriously? that was my blanket" i mumbled sitting down, making sure to sit far this time, "what, you cant share?" she smirked, her right hand was also drapped over the back of the couch, so now her arm was around me.

"c'mon, come closer" ellie said, lifting the blanket, i was really cold. i had goosebumps. so i sighed and scooted closer, but i accidentally scooted too close, our legs were touching, and it was too late to move back, and ellie spreaded out the blanket, as it rested on both our laps

"i love the shorts you're wearing, i can see your ass perfectly, i know you did that on purpose" she whispered, i felt myself blush, trying to get comfortable and ignore her as the movie started

"stop being so tense, just relax and get comfy, here" ellie whispered, passing the blunt, i looked up to her before taking it, taking deep puffs, ellies arm fell from the back of the couch to my shoulders, wrapping around me and pulling me closer, i scrunched my brows, pushing her hand off me, "what are you doing?" i whispered, she shrugged, "its comfy" she brought her hand back around my shoulder, pulling me even closer so that my back was half on her chest

i only stayed there because the room was too dark and everyone was invested in the movie so they didnt know

we were about 20 minutes into the movie when one of the girls decided to get completely nude, showing off her tits and pussy

ellies hand moved off of my shoulder, i was confused of why she took it off but then her hand went under the blanket and gripped my thigh.

i decided to just ignore it, not giving in, ignoring the wetness that grew

only a few minutes past when i felt her move her hand higher up and more on my inner thigh.

i turned to her and whispered, "what are you doing ellie?"

ellie smirked, "you know what im doing princess" she whispered back, i looked back to everyone else, theyre eyes were glued to the screen, exepct for jesse as he seemed to be falling asleep on dina

"theyre not gonna see, just keep it down, can you do that for me?" ellie whispered to my ear, fuck, i cant say no

ellie didnt wait for a response, she started pressing kisses underneath my ear, rubbing her thumb on my warm thigh, "fuck" she grunted in my ear lowly, i felt myself soaking

ellies hand trailed up more, her hand went under my loose shorts and her fingertips brushed against my slit every so slightly.

i let out a heavy but quiet breath, "shit, you're already soaking, i didnt even do anything, you want me that bad?" she whispered, i pressed my thighs together to get any type of friction

"all you have to do is ask baby" her mouth was right at my ear, i turned to her looking up, "mm'pleasee ellie, i need you so bad" i moaned in a whisper- i was thankful that the TV was turned up super high and everyone practically forgot me and ellie were even here

"yeah? its okay baby, i got you, just be quiet, can you do that?" her voice made me 10x more turned on. "mhm" i nodded

ellie rubbed her middle finger up my pussy until it reached my clothed clit and rubbed in circles, i bit my tongue to stop noises as my breathing got heavy

"you're doing so good" ellie whispered, pressing more kisses to my neck, "m' need more ellie.. please" i whimpered quietly, "fuck, i love it when you say my name" ellies voice was higher pitched, she was obviously very turned on too, which made me even more turned on, she pulled my thong to the side, collecting all the slick in her fingers letting out a grunt

"ready princess? no noises okay?" ellie whispered, i nodded, biting my lip as her finger slid into me, i gripped onto ellies sweatpants under the blanket

"good girl" ellie whimpered, as she started to pump her finger in and out, i started to move my hips slightly, trying to get more, ellie added another finger, pumping faster, i felt myself growing closer- when ellie pulled out, i breathed out heavily at the loss, turning to her with a confused look, ellie moved my panties back to cover my slick, brought her hand out, and sucked on her two fingers that were covered, i heard her let out a grunt as she sucked

once she licked her fingers clean, she pulled out, her lips were plumped, face was pink, and she looked so goddamn hot, "lets get a room" she whispered, "what? are you crazy? theyre gonna see us both gone"

ellie slowly got up and lightly stepped to the hallway, nobody noticed, and she made hand movements for me to follow, i sneaked around and made it to her, she grabbed my hand in hers and dragged me to the spare bedroom davey had, she pushed me against the door aggressively as she connected our lips, i moaned as i tasted myself in her mouth, ellie grabbed my theighs as i jumped onto her, my legs wrapping around her waist

i moved my hips, grinding against ellies lower abdomen, "so goddamn needy" ellie grunted in between our kisses, "i need you ellie" i moaned

we continued are very sloppy kisses, i could feel drool dripping onto my chin as her tongue was down my throat, as she brought me to the bed, her hands squeezing my ass in the process, dropping me down onto the bed i watched as she untied her pants and dropped them down, i could cum from just that.

ellie crawled back over me, shoving off my shorts her hands gripping my neck as she pressed sloppy kisses over the marks she left last time

ellie pulled me to sit up, as she took off my hoodie, "no bra?" she laughed, before darkening the previous hickies she made

ellies hand began to rub my clothed clit again, i was a moaning mess. something about her.

ellie was in between my legs as my legs wrapped back around her waist as she rubbed me and we kissed

once i started grinding onto her, she moved her hands to grip my hips helping me grind her

i grinded harder as i heard a whimper fall from ellies mouth, i felt her grinding with me too

our foreheads were rested agaisnt eachother as we both grinded fast, my nails digging into ellies back, our breaths both heavy

ellie stopped, she lifted her left leg over my right, and bent my left leg to her chest, moving my panties over and started grinding our clits together, she still had her boxers on, but it still felt like i was in heaven, and judging by her whimpers, she felt that way too.

she gripped onto my breats, grinding harder into my pussy, "fuck, feels' so good" she had her eyebrows scrunched and her voice was high pitched, i never thought i'd see this side of her, compared to the last time we fucked, she was being so much different

i threw my head back and started arch my back, "ellie!" i repeatedly moaned, "m' gonna cum ellie"

"fuck! aime, i fucking love.." ellie moaned, i moaned with my eyes rolling back as i came undone, ellie whimpered as she also came undone also, "..you" she breathed, finishing her sentance, still grinding a bit, and it wasnt till i opened up my eyes and saw her face when i realized what she had just said.

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aimes diary!!

dont fucking open!

its the next friday, i moved back into my dorm, everythings kinda the same, ellie and i still ‘hated eachother’ we still bickered and she still made me irritated any chance she got

we also hooked up tuesday, she slept over my dorm (in dinas bed) like how she always does, but when dina fell asleep, she fucked me in the bathroom

i cant get enough of her, sex with her is the best sex i’ve ever had in my whole entire life. ive also only really had plain ass sex untill her. she knows what i like, she knew what i liked before i even knew it.

i hope us sneaking around continues, im starting to think i dont actually hate her.. i mean, yeah, ive come to the conclusion shes hot as fuck snd could do anything to me and i’d probably get wet as she does it- but she still pisses me off. she gets on my nerves. but also, i like her getting on my nerves because when we fuck, its like we’re getting rid of all that stress, and shes been flirting a lot lately. she gets me so flustered, its embarrassing

i think she’s supposed to come ove

HOLY FUCK!! ELLIES HE

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“what are you writing in your- is that a fucking diary?” ellie said as she came in the door, dina following behind, “no? im not 10! what are you doing here?” i shot back, knowing damn well it is a diary, “so if it isnt a diary, let me see it”

“what? no!”

“if its not a diary, then why cant i?”

“because i write private shit, asshole” i said, okay maybe i do hate her, i shut my book and opened my bedside tables cabinet, tossing it in, “its definitely a diary” ellie whispered to dina

“okay guys, chill out it hasnt even been one minute since you two are in the same room and you’re already fighting”

“cause shes being a bitch”

i answered, “as always” i added

dina sighed as we continued arguing, “shut up, you like when im a bitch to you and you know it” ellie said sitting down onto dinas bed next to her

“why the fuck would i?” i definitely do like it but i would never admit

“because you like the attention from me” yes, i definitely do

“yeah, sure” i mumbled

“yo, aimees, you’re going to a party with us, bring adri” dina said, going over to her desk to do her makeup

“i dont even get to say yes or no?” i asked

“nope, get ready!” dina smiled

“and be quick, you always take 20 hours for no reason” ellie added, i looked over to her and she was on her phone, she seemed to be texting someone, i wonder if she was texting cat..

“stop staring and move your ass” ellie deadpanned, “what? fuck off, i was not staring” i said, i definitely was, and got up to get ready

i didnt do much makeup, just my eyes and some nose contour since ellie said i was taking forever (even though dina was still getting ready too)

“what should i wear?” i asked after i did my hair, i looked to dina for an answer but ellie replied, “why do you always have to ask, who are you trying to impress? its a damn college party, the same people are there every time”

“fuck you, i wasnt even talking to you” i flipped her off, looking to dina, “hmm, you got that new dress, right?” she asked nicely

“oh yeah, but you know how they didnt have dressing rooms?” i asked, she gave a nod, “yeah when you were in class i tried it on, it was cute but super tight at the top and really showy, i might return it”

“no! you cant return it, you got it on sale! go try it on for me” dina shooed

i tried on the dress, it was a black silk dress, the top had lace and it was sleeveless, and the back was opened so i couldnt wear a bra with it

i got changed, for the first time i felt super insecure changing with ellie watching me..

“okay, should i wear it?”

“yes, it’s perfect, now lets get adriana and leave” ellie said getting up, before i could respond, she shoved me out the dorm and we were on our way.

just like how we were a month ago, we were on opposite sides of the room, her manspreading on the couch selling drugs, me and adri on the dance floor having fun

it had been about an hour and a half since we had gotten here, i kept on stealing glances at ellie, every single time, she was already looking at me

i was dancing, i wasnt that drunk, only a few drinks since i didnt wanna deal with a hangover tomorrow, when i glanced behind me and saw ellie biting her lip watching my ass, she didnt notice i saw her, so i started shaking my ass to the beat for her, once the song ended, i saw davey making his way to adri, “hey adri,” he smiled, “hey aime, do you care if i steal adri from you a few songs?” he asked shyly, “go ahead” i laughed, “you gonna be okay aimees?” adri asked, “yeah in gonna go to the bathroom, have fun, wear a condom” i said before walking away

i purposely walked past ellie, making eye contact with her, before going to the bathroom

i waited until she opened the door, finding me waiting infront

i went to speak but she cut me off with her lips, pushing me against the sink, gripping my hips at my dress, “been teasing me all night” ellie hummed in between our kiss, once i started grinding onto her, my dress started riding up to my hips, she gripped at my upper thighs, her fingertips right at my lips, “fuck- ellie, i cant stop thinking about you” i breathed, “poor baby, i havent touched you in days” ellie whispered, kissing my cheek, rubbing circles to my theigh

“how are you always this wet when we barley done anything?” she whispered, a banging knock came to the door, “hurry up im literally gonna piss myself!” a girl yelled, “fuck off! im busy” ellie yelled, bringing her lips to mine, the girl kept on knocking but we ignored her

ellie pulled my dress down, sucking her lips to my nipples, teasting them in between her fingers, ellie pulled the dress up more, in scrunched in the middle of my body, she bent over a bit, and spit down to my pussy, she definitely didnt need to, i was already soaking, but god how did she make spitting hot?

ellie rubbed her spit along my slit, before she pressed both her fingers in, i gripped onto her hair with my right hand, my left hand being gripped to the sink, i pulled ellie down to kiss me as she moved her fingers in me painfully slow

“ellie.. please” i begged, and begged, until, she started actually moving, her fingers slammed in and out, as i grinded my hips, onto her, she had her mouth to my boobs sucking on them as she fingered me

“fuck, ellie- im gonna-” i whimpered, she moved off my tits to speak, “not till i say so princess”

i focused on not cumming, but she made it near impossible as she moved her other hand, rubbing my clit it circles, i mumbled her name and begs over and over, “just a little longer, do it for me” she grunted, before she pushed me closer to her, my pussy hanging off the edge, and she got on her knees and mumbled a quick now, bringing her opened mouth to my pussy pulling her fingers out, with my tighten stomach, i let go and felt myself release into her mouth, i watched as she sucked on all the cum that fell into her mouth, before bringing her tongue up to lick me clean, sucking on her fingers too

i was left panting as she pulled back up my underwear, and fixed my dress to cover me again, pulling me down off the sink

she pulled my hips in and started kissing me so more, she always kissed me after she had a taste of me, “you’re my favorite dessert babe, you taste so fucking good” she said in a low voice pulling away

SHE CALLED ME BABE!!!

i blushed, looking down, we stood there for a few moment, until the sound of banging came again, a girl humming for ‘whoevers in there to get out’

“we should probably go” ellie whispered, moving away from me to the door, but i grabbed her hand and turned her around, “wait ellie?”

“yea?” she asked, “uhm..”

“what is it?” she came close to me, her hand on my jaw, “i.. what are we doing?” i asked looking up to her

“what do you mean?” she asked, “you know what i mean” i shook my head, but she just stared confused, i sighed, “i mean, what are we? what does us sneaking around fucking mean? are we just.. fuck buddies? or..”

“oh..”

i looked up to her, i really dont wanna be just that

“i dont wanna make things weird between us, but, as much as you get on my nerves, i.. actually..” i started

i cant believe im admitting this..

“i actually, really.. really like you, and you’re like really fucking hot- and you’re super cool, and way out of my league, and you remember small things about me, actually i think you know me better then i know myself and you definitely have fucked me the best anyone else ever has, and i dont even bat an eye at the people i used to find hot, i only have eyes for you- and i know you probably dont want me to bring it up but the thing you said last friday- i know that was like in the heat of the moment and you dont actually- but that ma-”

ellie cut off my confession and whole thought processes as she shoved her lips to my face

but this kiss was different.

the other ones was just full of anger, lust, jealousy

this one was full of something i dont know. it wasnt agressive, it wasnt rushed, it wasnt sloppy, it was passionate, but slow, very sweet

ellie slowly pulled away resting her forehead agianst mine, hands on my hips, both our mouths were slightly opened, both our faces were flushes read, and both our hearts were beating crazy fast

“i meant it.. i didn’t mean to say it.. but all the time that ive been an asshole to you, ive liked you, everything i say i hate about you, is what i love the most.. you are the most perfect girl ever, and i’ve never felt that strongly towards anyone, and.. i was scared.. and i didnt know how to react, so i pushed my feelings away, and started being a bitch, i dont really know why, i guess just cause that way if i entered a room, you knew i was there, and that way you never would have guessed i liked you, cause if we were friends this whole time i would have been so obvious, plus i liked your attention, and i was also always jealous like no matter what, if i saw you walk down the hall with anyone, i wanted to punch them till they passed out, if i walked into you and dina in the same bed i would always shove you off cause i didnt want you near another person, when i found out you were sleeping over adriana’s all those days, god i was pissed- fuck, im so embarrassing i dont know why im telling you all this, i only had 2 beers- but im sorry ive been such a dick all these years..

i want you to be mine, i need you to be mine, i love so much you aime”

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams x you #the last of us

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thesrctsoftheuniverse · 15 days

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finished season 4 last night and i once again have thought i would like to write down!!!

this time written on my phone bc im on holiday and havent gotten the wifi password for my laptop yet so bare with me

- may grant!!! I love that she got a bigger role this season. she’s so great and seeing her grow and learn the same way maddie had to learn was so beautiful to watch. her relationship to her mother is complicated but beautiful and i love that athena learns to accept that may is her own person. I hope we see more of her in season 5 and i hope we see more of athena and may together as well. her listening to her mom’s phonecall to 911…. I cried

-speaking of smaller characters getting bigger roles: josh!!! i LOVED what was basically a “josh begins” episode, he ATEEEEEE that one call where he had to direct several groups of LAPD officers around.

-bobby this season made me fear for a relapse. im so glad that he didnt relapse but im scared for him and worried. I hope he and athena can talk more and tbh i would love to see him open up again to the season 1 trio. chim, hen and buck helped him get sober after his relapse, i want to see them bond and vent together!!! the episode where he and michael played detectives LMFAOO

- i think ive mostly mentioned what i loved about athena this season in previous paragraphs, her relationship with may and her relationship with bobby. i absolutely LOVE how hard she went for that missing her, i loved her rescuing bobby from that sniper. there were some excellent scenes. i love her and hen together, my bestieesssssss!!!! i do wish to see her and bobby in more vulnerable scenes together, the fight and then aftermath of it was beautiful

-hen my love. what a rollercoaster. first of all i love her mom!!! she’s so fun and clearly trying to fix whatever went wrong between them. hen at med school is sosoosososo cool and i love her med school friends. she’s so cool being in med school even with everything else. I love seeing the main cast’s friends OUTSIDE of work, it adds so much to the characters . her and karen truly are so fucking important to me. the foster daughter arc with nia was so beautiful and heartbreaking. like im sorry you KNEW this could happen. but i love that they’re open to new placements even with the pain. and denny being involved!! and being scared of being taken away!!! Pls im gonna cry, the exact fear karen has

-chimney at the beginning of the season pissed me tf off. but then he was there for maddie in person and they were amazing!! girl dad chimney!! i love him, he loves his kid so much pleaseeeeee… and him telling the people who raised him how imporant they are to him. i love his character idk guys, hes just so wonderful to me. even if he clearly didnt see the signs of maddies post partum depression

- albert literally almost dying while his niece was being brought into the world was so fucking stressful jesus christ. i love him and i love his friendship with buck. uncle besties 4 life!!!

- maddie i love you so much. she was so beautiful this season, she deserves the world. she was so ready to be a mom but then post partum depression hit :( i hope she gets better, im glad she asked for help. her and buck’s storyline this season… the secret brother… for fucks sake how shocking and how HEAVY of a burden that must be to carry for so long. I love her so much.

- buck this season going to therapy…. Damn dont get too mentally stable or else they won’t know what to do with you anymore hahahaah!! nvm watch your loveofyourlife bestie get shot in front of you, have to crawl under a truck even with your trauma to save him and then literally try to keep him alive until the hospital only to then have to tell his son what is happening. heres moreeeee traumaaaaaaaa woooohooooo!!! ngl i liked him and taylor kelly this season, i kinda wish they would remain friends but i can deal with her as a love interest for now. shes an interesting character! his whole world being turned upside down when he was just starting to get better from the therapy by her sister admitting to them having a brother and him being born for spare parts. love you king, sorry you never get to be fully happy with yourself!

- eddie diaz you absolute cutie pie. will you ever be happy? Idk but you sure were bitchy this season. i fucking LOVED it, please tell me we get your bitchy ass back for season 5. him in the jinx episode??? I laughed so hard, truly an icon. I love ana flores but that man simply doesnt know what to do with a woman like her. oranywomanforthatmatter. him and chris is always beautiful, that is MY family. he loves that kid so muchz and him putting buck in the will?? hand in marriage next…. I knew what was coming from spoilers online but him being shot and the scenes after that of buck getting him inside the truck were so fucking nerve racking and also FUN!! what a moment.

-carla is back for 2 seconds and already spitting facts LMFAO

-the jinx episode was so fun and sossoossoso good pls more of it and more of ravi as well

-the treasure hunt episode was so good too!! I love episodes where they all get a bit silly

-the dam breaking and mudslide disaster was really good, especially with may being freshly at 911 dispatch and her MOM being stuck in a house that crashed down the hill. nothing tops the tsunami tho

- i want more buck and diaz scenes. and by diaz i mean chris.

thats all i can think fo rn my brain is tired i love travelling but it makes me so tired

#911 show #911 abc #911 season 4 #911 season four #athena grant #bobby nash #evan buck buckely #henrietta wilson #howard chimney han #eddie diaz #may grant #josh russo

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idealspawn · 6 months

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hey..... i must say. this has been the best week of my life. and im filled with utter joy. ive had like a.. rebirth? every once in a while i feel like im born again. the transition is really emotional but they are moreso growing pains than destructive pains. im suddenly surrounded by so many great people and possibilities and i finally feel like life is rewarding me, treating me the way i should be treated. in a way im reluctant to owe it to "faith" and see myself as a passive subject rather than an active agent in this but in a way i think i am powerless in some factors regarding this change. next month its my debut in like a culture (?) newspaper! at least they said they are very interested in my analysis but i havent heard back yet about the second version i sent them. i wrote my favourite poem ive ever written. and ive seen so many movies recently that have served as this transitional border. like as this extremely active sphere of both "death" but also birth. like metaphorically. ive been so vulnerable and i love it. ive cried my eyes out like i havent in such a long time and done like... meta analyses about my underlying beliefs to bring change and new energy into my life. you see.. i get really stuck on like.. nominal labels. at first they describe me but it tends to go unnoticed when it no longer fits or serves me and im only living a certain way just because of this nominal structure. but all these nominal structures are made for us. not that we are made to fit them. ive re-evaluated things now.. also out of nowhere people have been reaching out to me. maybe it truly does show up in my energy when im more open. like that it attracts other open, honest, vulnerable people. ive met so many new people and truly felt seen. this is a big thing for me. for the longest time ive struggled to enjoy time with people because ive struggled to find people who i share some kinds of values. i like diverse people but for example people who are open to explore communication on an emotional and relational level rather than only informational. thats important to me. ive been more confident in sharing my opinions too:) and participating in class and in life. going to places where i know id feel a bit uncomfortable and end up surprised. going to places alone is massive for me. it opens me up to new people and experiences because i simply dont have a choice to close myself off with friends im already close with. a woman came to talk to me after a lecture. she said she had been watching how i take notes in class (i write really fast.. i tend to transcribe literally everything the professor says). she said she has studied palaeography and asked to see my notes to analyse my handwriting :) she said its very unusual for people to still write in cursive if they write with the pen very much pointed upwards, however i manage to do so :D. it really made me want to also just reach out to people... like whenever and for whatever reason. and ive noticed people actually like talking to you when youre authentic and awkward. ive restricted my communication with people SO MUCH only due to the fact that i feel like i might not be insanely flawless in my self-expression. the nature too. the season is such that i see birth and death all around me. and its very refreshing. i like seeing change and being reminded of it constantly. it feels liberating. its a season that many people dislike in my country but im in love. i love people. i love physical touch. i love eye contact. i love emotions. i love ideas. i love agency in breaking boundaries. i love feeling seen and important and useful. i love authenticity and vulnerability.

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girlwithnomemory1563 · 7 months

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r u serious

pardon my lack of posts; i actually haven't had much time to make poor decisions! just smoke too much, sleep too little and work all of my days away! :,} so actually, a pat on my back is needed since i've been good these past weeks. despite my lack of activity, i have lots of yapping to partake in. i'll try to include a TL;DR at the end to sum it all up.

so we went out thursday! i slept most of the day and then met up with my friend, jane to get ready together. we smoked with her family (hello) and i ended up leaving with a cool ass ashtray! its a pyramid and it opens up to hold all of my roaches :3

ok ok then we head off to her boyfriends dorm and we pregammed with some sort of peachy alcohol... i forgot. but we drank almost the whole damn handle between the three of us before going so i came into the bar just looking for some funsies. immediately, omg, i spot this tall ass hunk of guy (so cringe but if y'all saw him, heeyunk is all you'd think) so ofc im like, ok mental note made. idk if the universe wanted us to meet or if we're just both tall so we saw each other over the crowd LMAO. anywho, we get in there and start dancing after chatting with all of our friends. i got to see an old coworker from my first job! then got scolded by her for being underaged! she actually unleashed a whole bunch of lore onto me abt this other girl we worked with who i actually had such a huge crush on. blah blah basically the girl cheated on the coworker i ran into with her ex and her now current bf. and then ran off to texas! huh!

ANYWAYS OMG we get back onto the dance floor and i see the large man in my radius again. he was like blonde and had the serial killer glasses and a good ass pedo stache. and he was just sooo beefy you have no idea oh my god. and he was 6'5. 6'5!! i'm a 5'10 girl so he's already won me. so we've like seen each other at this point but i keep dancing obviously. the music was so good that night actually, wasn't the normal overplayed playlist. and while im dancing, he somehow ends up in front of me with my group of friends between us and shoves into my friend! and my friend yells at him so obviously i watch with intent and then im like "guys WAIT hes literally a cadet PLS show some respect" so we all saluted him. and he rolled his eyes and i came. lmao jk but it was stupidly attractive and made me reflect abt myself.

we keep going in and out of the bar to smoke and finally, and i've forgotten how we started talking, but he ends up beside me and my friend so i talked to his hunky ass! he was wearing one of those baja (? i googled the style) hoodie in the bar so im like "are you not hot?" and blah blah blah. and we start dancing. and his strong ass beefy arms stayed around me and he was so big grrr. and this bitch bumped into jane so obv jane apologizes. and then the bitch's little goonie ass friend is like "yeah sorry you were in the way.." pardon? so jane comes and tells me and i whip around real quick to find this munchkin bc hey, i have my snake belly ring in so like obv i can do so damage..../not serious at all. and this man...this hunk man...like moved me to be beside him and was like looking for her too! he was down for the gang!

oh god im yapping and i havent even gotten to the GOOD PARTTT. ok so we all go outside and i sit in the chair next to him and we're just chatting. and then he just seamlessly pulls me into his lap??? didn't even struggle? came once again. so im sitting in his lap chatting with him and we go to get up and leave and this man...picks me up and does curls with me still in his arms....never wanted to ride a man's face more than right then and there. so in this moment i have decided im not leaving without this man. and it wasnt even that hard! i mentioned i was going to sleep in jane's boyfriend's floor and he was like "pls i have a bed for you to sleep in" and i was like "say less". i do need more survival instincts BUT you dont get it. if u were feeling the liquor like i was while feeling his huge buff arm around my neck in the bar then you'd understand that i had no other choice. actually lmao as we left, my other friend stella grabbed me and was like "ma he looks like jeffrey dahmer, think abt it" and did! i did think! with my dick!

so we drive to this dingy frat house in the woods (once again, survival is not my middle name hey) and we get in this room that's not even his btw, and there's a bed with a futon next to it. this jackass tells me im sleeping on that futon! and as we were leaving, he was like "no funny business tho, im going to bed" like ok! right! ok ok! but he was just pranking me after i had already started cleaning it up. so we get in bed and start watching tv and im like, abt to explode from horny since i now have this beef cake down to his underwear next to me in bed, so i say "fr no funny business?" and he's all like "i guess some wouldn't hurt" so we start kissing. ok kisser! not a lot of tongue but i get it! and then i move to give him head eventually and he's like instantly "how tf are u so good at blowjobs" and it really stroked my ego so bad. and he came really quick and it didnt throw me off bc for some reason, every man ive been with has ejaculated prematurely in everything. and then we try to go to bed and we're spooning and his boner is pushing into me so im like "you don't want to have sex?" and he says "nope!" and im like "ok! can i ask why!" and he's like

"i'm waiting until marriage!"

ok! ok...! ...ok... i respect that completely bc he went on abt how its like the highest form of discipline to be able to resist sex. so i'm like "ok just put me in the queue when u start sexing people" and we talk a little bit more and then off to sleep we go. so ive made him cum once so far and ive came zero times. which is ok! no its not. but whatever.

we wake up and like, he seemed sorta into me the previous night but i think he saw what i looked like in normal daylight and with no makeup so it turned him off. but we talk some more and i find out my friends killed my vape the night before so obv i bitch abt it. and hes like "i have another vape for you" and he meant his penis! so i give him head again and then he goes to pee. and this man farts so manly and loudly that i could hear it from the room and i cant even say anything. like i knew his tummy felt so much better after that. but then he gets a cup of coffee, doesn't offer me a cup minus 5 points, and then we talk some more. and he checked himself out in the tv reflection as he talked to me. minus like 2 points bc once again, hes beefy so i get it. then he drives me back to my rink dink ass 2005 honda accord and hes like "ah..it says a lot abt you" Hello? Get tf out of my face??

but yeah i left and we haven't talked since! i doubt i'll ever see him again bc hes currently a student at an out of state college. he went to the college in my town for the previous three years and studied biochem...splooged again. but yeah he was just down here for his birthday weekend. so i'll most likely never see him again but if i do, im coming with a wedding certificate so we can bone.

tl;dr: met an amazingly hunky guy, hyped him up so hard in my head, got to his crib and drops the abstinence bomb. i made him cum twice, i came zero. a lose for me but hey...he was so fucking fine i'd do it again any day of the week.

#blog #text post #tmi #probably tmi #girls nite out #tumblr #just chatting #yapping #idk #whatever #long reads #long post #very long post

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yostresswritinggirl · 2 years

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Psychology and Literature are literally my 1st and 2nd option, but i went with my 3rd option which is comeng (shocker, i wanted to be a game developer but all i ended up with are dead braincells)

But yeah when i finished writing my brainrot i was like "fuck this doesn't sound like kavetham anymore" since at the time i couldn't think of a way how kaveh could enter here (since i legit do not know anything about his character other than being broke and acting like an old married couple with alhaitham) (also i didnt know we had similar brainrots so oops)

Anyways adding to the brainrot, i just checked the wiki and "Stark defender of the arts" caught my attention. Like the possibilities this just opened, like what if while the reader was being ridiculed by the sages for the nth time, and the reader being fed up with it is on the brink of tears but at the same time fuming with rage.

Then kaveh who just happened to be passing by heard everything from miles away, defends the reader from the sages, and before the sages could rebute kaveh takes their hand and run leaving behind the sages who could only do was shout threats at them for being disrespectful.

Once the cost is clear he asks the reader if theyre ok and helps them calm down, he could ask more about their topic as a way to help them get the incident out of their mind. The reader seems hesitant but gives in cause he really seemed to be interested, so they give in and reader ends up rambling to kaveh the whole day and they get into a flow where they talk about the arts, and at the end kaveh can also be the one that says to not let the akademiya to crush their dreams and to follow what their heart wants.

They part ways after that and after receiving kind words and advice from someone, who they didnt know but was genuinely interested in their topic, the reader thinks for a long time before they ultimately decide to leave the akademiya.

After you dropout, Kaveh who was busy with his thesis tries to look for you, out of worry and out of fondness, he wants to ask you if you were doing better now and seeing how you were passionate for art like he is he wanted to befirend you, as it probably isnt everyday you get to see another student so passionate about a topic the akademiya deems as "foolish"

Only to realize he didnt ask for your name, so he goes around the akademiya to ask if anyone knows you and where he can find you, he then talks to one of the readers classmates who goes "Ah them they havent attended class for weeks now, betting they dropped out or smth after all seeing from their thesis paper they didnt have what it takes to be in the akademiya"

Kaveh literally has to keep himself from punching the living daylights out of them, cuz excuse me wtf, but he leaves right away after not wanting to get into a fight, leaving with a pang of regret for not meeting you earlier but also he's happy that it seems that you have atleast followed what makes you happy.

Bonus: Alhaitham heard everything, thought it was a shame you left the akademiya but it was your own free will, but what got his attention was fhe snide remark your classmate said, normally he wouldnt care about this things, but this time its different and he makes a mental note to sure to make it a hard time for the said classmate during their stay in the akademiya (he's a menace you cant tell me otherwise)

- Lady in the lake anon

(P.S I feel like my brain rots are getting sidetracked from kavetham and just start thinking about individual fics 💀 Hope this brainrot if you can still call it that since it feels like a fic atp made sense 😭)

(P.P.S I also have a brainrot about the reader writing a book that ends up in the house of daena, It's angst and would have included it here if this long enough already)

(P.P.P.S Also congrats on 4k followers! You really deserve it since your writing is literally the best)

(small but major spoiler for 3.2 in this post)

You went with *wheezes* You took your father's (Cactus) route hahaha he's computer sciences

Oh yeah I guess that makes sense, I forgot Kaveh is technically barely even a character yet so it he's still quite hard to write for others *looks at Pervases* but you just reminded me that I actually also haven't read much into Kaveh

Now I see where the artistic reader came from (and where all those Kaveh x Nilou shippers popped up from) and huh it really does make sense, but now after several inputs I think I got a good grasp on the reader for the poly Kavetham now - but the thought of Alhaitham messing with the others, man if this was on the canon timeline, imagine the shit he can do as the temporary sage

You should get into writing too, it seems you have a sense for something like that yourself aha (thank you for the kind words!)

#lady in the lake #exile.goblet #exile.reader #kaveh #Alhaitham #spoiler tag #poly kavetham #sorry i barely got sleep so i may not have addressed everything here

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mbabol · 1 year

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howwow night

finally. defeated soulmaster. jesus christ. i hated him. closest thing i felt to despair in this game

erm i only went that way to the city also bc npc told me i should get my weapon upgraded before i challenge mantislords. so i did. where am i gonna find ore btw

mantislords honestly ngl felt so much better than soulmaster. soulmaster made me wanna commit violence. mantislords made sense.

THE MANTISES ACCEPT ME NOW........THEY DONT ATTACK ME WTH

i havent even been able to keep up with the lore stuff. um. i didnt go into the deep nest yet bc i wanted to unlock the areas i could go with slam.

got lost trying to find the crystal slam spot and ended up getting into the caves thru some other bullshit path.

got EXTREMELY lost as a result, i hate thise flying crystal bugs btw

get so lost i fall into the burial mounds somehow (?)

DREAM VISION? I WAS RIGHT AGAIN THERES THREE GUYS AND A MAIN ONE. WHY ARE THEY HERE ? I WAS SO SCARED THAT I WOULD HAVE TO FIGHT

i was so impatient btw to get out that when the dream sequence wnded and i was supposed to follow the appearing steps i literally kept jumping off my platform before the steps could form. i did that like four times before i gave up and just waited to see what would maybe happen

SO THATS WHAT RHOSE WEIRDO TREES ARE FOR <- dream nail

i somehow make my way back to the crystal caves after all this. i hate most of these puzzles. i REALLYYYY hated the crusher puzzles. i legitimatelt thought i wouldnt be able to finish those

i did tho.

i think i finished most of the crystal caves....? i got the crystal power dash so. yeah

caterpillar grandpa gave me a grub charm !

went back to the city of tears dont rmember why. exploring. i opened sewers the first time around but didnt go in bc it was dark. went in with the firefly lamp thing i bought. its horrifying down there.

THE MOBS IN THE SEWERS WERE SO CREEPYYYYYY UGHHHH I HATED IT !!!

the sounds they made wrre so unpleasant i honestly need to go back to finish exploring bc i mightve missed loot. i defeated the sewer boss tho one try hell yeah

oh yeah i died like five times in the crystal caves

i lost money once too.

found kings station......intriguing. also the poor little rich citizen zombies. i feel so bad abt the one who runs away. am i the bad guy? ive got a couple more cutscenes and plaques that suggest that i might be

OH YEAH I KNOW NOW so it seems like someone called the hollow knight sacrificed themselves to contain the orange plague in some way. it doesnt look very contained to me, but idk if that means it didnt work or if this is the best they can do actually and its just not spreading further. so i assume the hollow knight like. holds it somehow. in their body. which im wondering if i will end up doing in the end. bc. from the early game comment. i might be a little bit hollow myself.

the ghosties also said something like fhe plague is coming back...? do we need to renew the seal or somethng? i knew it wasnt really working as planned

um also i challenged the red guy in the burial grounds. he also wasnt too bad especialg when i figured out he cant get me when im healing underneath rhe platform. so. he also said some strange things. why did he attack the king? why was it assumed i would also attack the king? i thought the king was providing me soul? why provide soul if he isnt benevolent? what would i gain from fighting him? questions wuestions

im also trying so hard to save these grubs I HAD TO GO IN A TOMB FOR ONE. RHERE WERE GROSS MUMMY MOBS !!! IT WAS DISGUSTING THE SOUNDSSS THEY MADE

uh also somewhere in fungal mounds or whatever its called theres a crying person but i cant figure out how to get to them to talk lol

theres also some puzzles that i couldnt figure out that i might retry. acid is somehow my worst enemy still

i have so many rancid eggs now. why am i collecting thwm ?

#HK

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love-byers · 2 years

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stranger things music coding (long)

i havent shut up about this on other platforms since july but it’s finally time to make a formal tumblr post about it. this is my favorite thing ever and my favorite piece of byler proof and im SO excited to make one big post about it

the songs that i’m gonna be talking about are:

The First Lie

On The Bus

The First I love You

Being Different

the first lie has only ever played once, and it was during jonathan and nancy’s first kiss in 2x6. they had been denying their feelings for each other left and right for a YEAR. the kiss is the first time they’ve ever directly acknowledged and admitted their feelings and been completely honest and open about it. the song is basically the same chords played over and over again. go and listen to it now and get that tune in your head because it is extremely important.

the first i love you has played three times. first during robin’s coming out scene in 3x7, then in in mike and el’s “i love you too” scene in 3x8, then in joyce and hopper’s first kiss in 4x9. the first i love you has a lot of build up in the beginning and then bursts into beautiful synths, it’s a great song. the s3 scenes it’s used in makes a lot of sense. steve is slowly trying to tell robin he likes her and finally does, and then he’s slowly realizing what robin is trying to say: she’s a lesbian, and el is slowly trying to tell mike she loves him. OR....mike is slowly realizing HE is gay. we all know what happened in that scene.....mike was not feeling it and literally pretended not to know what she was talking about. and his face....

...yeah.

also in the first i love you, the chords from the first lie are used. they’re similar songs on purpose. a pattern is forming here. these chords are used every time there is some kind of romantic confession going on. nancy and jonathan finally admitted their feelings and made out, steve confessed his crush to robin, robin confessed her sexuality to steve, el confessed to mike that she loves him and kissed him three times, and mike stood there like he just realized he likes boys. similarly to jancy, joyce and hopper finally admit their feelings to one another by making out. fun times!

i know what you’re thinking. “doesn’t the first i love you playing during a jopper scene mean the coming out scene parallel doesn’t mean anything??” no my sweet angels it does not, and here’s why

like i said, the first i love you has a lot of build up. specifically, theres an inital buildup and release, bu then there’s a dip in the middle and then more buildup...more buildup...and THEN it’s the part that plays during the jopper scene. that intro that’s used in the steve & robin scene and the mike & el scene isn’t used in the jopper scene. which to me, separates this scene from the others. and jfc WATCH the jopper scene and compare it to the two other scenes. there is a STARK difference and sends a completely different message. and regardless, romance is involved in every pair. steve likes robin but it’s one sided. mike and el are dating. joyce and hopper are in love.

yeahhh the jopper scene doesn’t really discount anything lmfao

moving on!

on the bus plays during 2 scenes. first, during lucas and max’s heart-to-heart in 2x6 on top of the bus. then during......wait for it......mike and will’s heart-to-heart in 4x4. once again, the chords from the first lie are used. but this time, it’s incomplete. it’s not the same kind of song as the first lie. one is synths and one is piano.

in both scenes, there is a confession going on. max admits to lucas why she’s kind of mean sometimes and also opens up about her family & past. then lucas tells her she’s not like billy at all and says “you’re cool and different, you’re super smart, and you’re like totally tubular” (god they are so fucking CUTE). then they say, “i like talking with you, mad max.” “i like talking with you, stalker.” confessions all around.

mike admits to will that it’s been weird since he left and hawkins isn’t the same without him, and that he feels like he lost will. before this, mike’s emotionally vulnerable side had been completely absent. and during this scene he is finally honest. then he and will agree that they want to be best friends again.

i also want to point out that the timing in this scene is definitely intentional. remember, the first lie’s chords is the motif for truth + love/romance.

on the bus starts out with a different tune, then after a few seconds the motif kicks in. in the byler scene, the motif plays right when mike says “they’re great, it’s just...it’s hawkins it’s not the same without you.” then it continues as he says “and i feel like maybe i was worrying too much about el...i don’t know maybe i feel like i lost you or something. does that make sense?”

the motif for truth + love plays....when mike admits that his relationship with will is different than his relationship with his other friends and even el.....i feel faint

then it goes back to the other chords for a second, then the motif is back. it starts when mike says “friends. best friends.” i dont think i even have to say anything

go watch this to see what i mean. listen closely

on the bus is special because like i said, it’s very different from the other 2 songs we’ve discussed. the motif is incomplete, but it’s there. when you hear that motif, you’re meant to understand that there are romantic undertones. something romantic is going on here. before the lumax scene, you could probably guess that they were gonna eventually be a couple, but the bus scene is when it’s pretty much confirmed. there were romantic undertones. and feel free to disagree but the byler scene was SO fucking romantic coded. romantic undertones all over the place. ALSO, in both of these scenes, the pair in question are interrupted and have their gazes torn from each other. lucas and max by the screech of a demodog, mike and will by the screech of the tires outside. haha. hahaha. haahahahahahHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA. ITS COOL! ITS TOTALLY COOL! WE’RE FINE!

the last song, being different, is played once. it plays when will gives mike the painting and confesses his feelings by using el’s name. it’s a pretty long song, and the motif doesn’t kick in until almost the end. but when it does, it’s on mike’s face. go watch this to see what i mean

will is confessing his love for mike, but he’s also lying. he’s implying these are el’s feelings when they’re not by using her name. like on the bus, being different is very different from the first lie & the first i love you. the motif, once again, isn’t complete and sounds almost distorted. will is being truthful, but he’s also not. he’s saying these aren’t his feelings, but regardless they still are and he’s saying them out loud TO mike.

! romantic ! undertones !

! truth ! and ! love !

also, since this motif is representative of truth + love, don’t you think it would play during mike’s big monologue confessing his love for eleven? i think so too!

but it didn’t. the motif is nowhere in you’re the heart.

lets quickly go over all of the pairs talked about in this post:

nancy + jonathan (in love, a couple)

lucas + max (in love)

mike + el (a couple)

robin + steve (one sided crush)

joyce + hopper (in love, a couple)

will + mike (one canonically in love with the other/undecided)

the motif has appeared 6 times in total, 2 times per season (2, 3, 4), and with those pairs ONLY.

and byler isn’t romantic? it’s one sided? methinks NOT.

#byler #byler endgame #byler is endgame #byler canon #byler analysis #another day of proving byler endgame done #stranger things analysis #parallels #byler parallels #stranger things #music theory #music analysis #music coding

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iwadori · 3 years

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When they neglect you for another girl Part 4 (Sakusa)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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AN: YES I DID PUT MYSELF IN THIS STORY! SUE ME. This is basically inspired by a random conversation i had w the great @teesumu, so this is basically for you doll <3

Sakusa:

You and Sakusa have been together for a around 10 years and love eachother immensly.

However recently Sakusa has been busy and you havent really had much time together lately as he claims been busy doing loads of visits with his new agent.

But of course, being the loving partner you are you wanted to revive the spark in your relationship.

You have been seeing a lot of people on social media posting their aesthetic ‘picnic dates,’ and you knew that this was something that appealed to you before it was ‘on trend.’ Kiyoomi immediately came to your mind once you had the idea of going on a date. You knew that you haven’t be around each other lately, as Kiyoomi always had either a ‘meeting’ or some sort of ‘interview’ that his new agent “Empress” has set up for him.

You didn’t really know Empress that well, just that she was ‘good at her job,’ a ‘hard and dilligent worker,’ and a ‘raging hottie’ with Atsumu’s opinion being the last one. You weren’t suspecting her to have any malicious intent towards you or Kiyoomi, since you knew that he had a great judge of character. But it was just odd, that every time Kiyoomi was running late or having ‘super-secret’ conversations on the phone it was always because ‘my agent set up this,’ ‘my agent set up that,’ and that’s what left you a bit wary.

As you were scrolling through your phone you see a calendar updating saying : Next Week‘ A DECADE AGO WE FELL IN LOVE.’

10 years. How could you forget? You and Omi have literally been together for a decade. You think back to the decade of madness and love you’ve been through together, smiling fondly to yourself but then you think about where you are now... barely even talking to each other, only mainly seeing him when he comes home from work.

You need to fix this. Or at least make an attempt to get you and Kiyoomi talking again. So, the only thing you can do, is plan that picnic.

You spent the rest of the day planning your anniversary picnic. ’It’s going to be great,’ you think to yourself, you have a list of all Omi’s favorite foods you're going to make him and bring and you are probably going to pick up a few board games and maybe even get some paint supplies. You and Kiyoomi used to paint a lot together, with the two of you not being the best of painters, but you enjoyed eachothers company non the less.

Everything was sorted...for the most part. All you needed to do was get Omi there, and it’ll all be okay. Right? As you were bubbling and looking for more picnic inspo, you hear your front door open which made you even more excited to tell your boyfriend your plans.

As you rush to go greet him, you see he’s on the phone making you roll your eyes. “No Empress it won’t work, we need this sorted by next week. Okay? Next week.” he says in an agitated way. He hangs up the phone and sighs, shoving off his duffel bag.

“Hey Omi, how was your day?” you say a bit hesitant, noticing his annoyed mood.

“Fine” He said dismissively, aiming to walk past you aiming for your bedroom.

“Oh well I have something amazing planned for ne-” you try to say following after him.

“Can we not do this right now Y/N,” he says again turning too look at you making you frown a bit, all you wanted to do is surprise him with your plans and have a day out with him. After noticing your sad look he finishes with “it’s just that Empress she’s bee-”

“I don’t want to hear about her.” you say bitterly folding your arms, Empress is the last person you want to hear about right now “God Omi can’t you just care about me? For once.”

“I do I-”

“You don’t anymore,” you say, with all the emotions and feelings you’ve been just supressing from a while coming up. You don’t even know how you got from point A to B with this conversation, but there's no stopping now. “I feel that, for a while now we haven’t been how we were before when we were just Y/N and Kiyoomi. Instead of how we are now. Just Y/N. Then Kiyoomi and Empress.”

After hearing his agents name, Kiyoomi’s name contorts to confusion “Empress? What does she have to do with anything?”

“How can you not see? For the past month all it’s been is ‘Empress this’ ‘Empress that,’” you complain “Having your super secret conversations with her, like god Kiyoomi can’t you see a problem with this?”

“It’s not like that Y/N, we’re just work partners” he says looking a bit annoyed “Just business.”

“Just business? So Kiyoomi, what were you talking about on the phone earlier” you say with your voice slight accusingly.

“Umm I, I can’t really say?” he says more of a question then a fully assured statement. You squint your eyes at him and scoff.

“What is going on with you Omi?” you say “are you cheating on me with her is that it?”

“No, no of course not Y/N! How could you even ask that?” he frowned at your question making your chest hurt, since deep down you knew he could never do that to you. Could he?

“Well tell me then, what were you talking about?” you ask again.

“I can’t say..” he finishes

“Well I can’t stay.” you say and his face goes back to confusion “Here. With you.”

“What do you mean Y/-”

“I need a break or something. I just can’t be here right now.” You start to rush and pack a big of things whilst Kiyoomi just stands there.

After you pack up your stuff, you look back and see Kiyoomi just there. Standing. You were upset, you kind of wanted him to rush after you and beg you not to leave, but he was just there. Standing. So you put the hand on the door and just before you leave you turn back and say “bye Sakusa, see you later?” to which you see him slightly nod at.

When the door shut, Kiyoomi starts to cry. After hearing you call him by his last name really twisted the knife that was already in his heart. You haven’t called him that since you were like 15. He knew what you wanted; he knew you wanted him to rush towards you and beg you not to leave, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. But what he could do is call the one person he only could call.

After a few rings, he hears “What do you need Saku?”

“She’s gone, she left.”

“What do you mean she’s gone, did you tell her?”

“No I didn’t tell her. And that’s the problem, Empress she think-”

“Saku, don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?”

“Don’t I always?”

He couldn’t argue with that, he just had to trust that Empress could sort it. “And also, don’t spend the week with your head up your ass crying, you’ve got a lot of grovelling to do kiddo.”

He nodded even though she couldn’t see him, as he knew that what just went down needed to be resolved, fast.

Meanwhile, on your end. You’re a mess. Sobbing all the time, tissues are your best friend, you’ve been waiting just waiting for a message or a call, or some form of communication. You just wanted to feel wanted by your boyfriend (can you even call him that now.)

You spent the rest of the week at your parents, immersing yourself in your work and doing ‘self care’ things, trying to forget all about the argument you and Kiyoomi had.

One day, you receive a letter, it wasn’t delivered by a mail man though. It was slid under your door, in a golden envelope sealed with a red hot wax seal. It read:

‘Dear Y/N,

My sweetheart, im sorry for how the week has been and I know a letter with only a fraction of how I feel won’t make up for how I acted that day. But im inviting you to join me at the Gardenia Botanical Gardens at 2 pm tommorow, to celebrate our 10 year anniversary.

I know there is a big chance, you may not want to see me and I understand but please. I love you, so so much, that words can’t even describe. But I need you to see me apologise and I need to make it up to you.

I hope to see you there, I’d wait the whole day for you. If you don’t show, I understand.

Sincerely, Sakusa Kiyoomi

P.S The theme is ‘summer hot day, tea with the queen’ - Atsumu’

You smile at the letter, but wonder if you should actually go or not. You did want to see him of course and get this all resolved, but you had your own plans for your anniversary which wouldn’t of been spoiled if he didn’t withhold his super-secret phone calls.

It took you hours to contemplate on what to do, but you decided to just sleep on it and see how you feel tomorrow. In the morning, you knew what you wanted to do. Of course, you had to go, at least to hear him out and see if he really did cheat on you or not. For all you know he’s inviting you to tell you that he’s going to run away with his agent and his secret kids they had together. You shook the negative thoughts from your head and just repeated your mantra ‘hope for the best and prepare for the worst.’

When you got there, you didn’t exactly know where he would be but he said ‘botanical gardens’ so of course you decided to just wander around there. It was nice walking around and just smelling the roses, and seeing the pretty scenery.

“Excuse me ma’am,” you hear someone say tugging on your leg “um that mister over there told me to give you these.” Looking down, you see a small boy who looked about the age of four with a crumpled up bunch of roses handing them to you.

“Oh thank you,” you say giving the kid a head pat “where is this ‘mister’ might I ask?”

“He’s over there!” The kid pointed behind him and you look to see Kiyoomi sitting under a white gazebo which is surrounded in your favorite flowers and the table is filled with food.

You walk over to your ‘boyfriend,’ with him not noticing your present yet. When you reach him you say “I think she stood you up buddy,” you joke making him jump abit startled.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, instantly beaming “You came you made it!” he stood up and pulled you into a hug, which you return before you remember why you came here in the first place.

“Oh I-” he says awkwardly

You decide to sit down pulling him down with you. You kind of sit there in uncomfortable silence, for a while until you both say.

“So I-”

“What are yo-”

You both laughed at your simultaneous comments, before Kiyoomi looks at you letting you speak. “What did you want to bring me here for?”

“I didn’t want, what happened last week to happen Y/N I-” he says looking a bit panicked “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“Then how was it meant to go Sakusa.”

“Y/N, please don’t call me that, I know I made you upset but pleas-” he starts before getting distracted again “Y/N, I called you here to say a few things..”

“Them being.?” you ask a bit impatiently.

“I love you. I love you so much, you don’t even understand. Ever since I saw you at my volleyball game in our first year, in the stands just cheering us on. I knew that from that day, after I scored the winning point and our eyes met, that we were destined to be together. I just love you so much Y/N”

“Omi I don’t understand I-”

“Just let me finish please, It’s taken a while for me to say this. And trust me, there’s been so many times when I wanted to just say ‘hey Y/N let’s get married,’ but I couldn’t I was scared, and I wanted it to be perfect, so perfect. Because you deserve the world Y/N. That’s why I got Empress to help, I know that our conversations may seem odd, but I love you and she knows that she just wanted to help trust me. And she did, all this wouldn’t of been done if it wasn’t for her. But anyways Y/N what I waned to say was I love you and I love you and I-” he rambles on loosing track of his words.

But in the midst of his speech, you hear all that you needed and responded with the only way you can.

“Yes.” you say simply, with a growing smile on your face.

“Yes?” he repeats confused “What do you meann ye- ohhh" Kiyoomi blushes embarrased that after all that he ended up ruining the thought out proposal he wanted to give you with his ramble.

“Im sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to say it like that I wanted it to be perfect and I-”

You shut him up with a kiss making his eyes widen as he reciprocates it anyways.

“What did she say?” you hear someone shout from a far, and you look over to see the MSBY Jackals all standing there with shit eating grins on their faces.

“I said yes!” you yell back, to which they all cheer and rush towards you guys giving you both hugs and slapping Kiyoomi on the back.

As the boys celebrate Omi finnally do what he’s been planning for ages, you get approached by Empress who awkwardly walks up to you. “ I didn’t want to leave the impression that me and Saku were any sort of thing?” she says

“Yeah I think it was definitely a big misunderstanding, it’s just that Omi was never around and whenever he was he was just talking to you and you know how it is.”

“I definitely know, I’d feel the same way if my boyfriend did that to me.”

“Oooh boyfriend?” you ask her feeling nosey on her romantic life.

“Yeah boyfriend. You know iwaizumi hajime... the trainer?” she says smiling a bit when she said his name.

“The trainer! Nice.”

The rest of the night was fun and was basically an engagement party for you and Omi all you and friends just partying and celebrating yours and Omi’s love for each other. “Omi” you say getting his attention “Happy ten year anniversary babe”

“Happy anniversary, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

After the party you spend your months now planning for a big fat wedding, with the help of your new found bestie, Empress (who you obviously misjudged from the start.) You and Omi could never be happier, every thing was back to how it was before, maybe even better. And you definitely spent at least two Saturdays a month going out for picnics and it was now a tradition in your relationship, so in the end you did get your ‘aesthetic picnic date.’

AN: WHAT DID U GUYS THINK??

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa headcanons #haikyu angst #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa oneshot #haikyu sakusa #signedwithane😌

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huggybug · 2 years

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okay so, here’s kind of what the original was supposed to be. i kinda got gross so im sorry if i make anyone uncomfortable. im just gonna start here: his breathing was getting heavier, his moans louder and higher, his chain dangling in your face. and then he came. just like that. all over you. ”baaaaby,” you whined, ”i just took a shower.” not that you actually minded at all. ”don’t worry,” he said, ”i’ll clean it.” he ran his fingers up your stomach and stuck them in your mouth. you werent fully cleaned off, but neither of you cared. he had a dumb smirk on his face as he adjusted himself so he was laying lazily against the headboard. ”okay babygirl, now its time for your pleasure,” he said pulling you up onto his abs. you just looked down at him, who was still had that smirk on his face, ”i know how much you enjoy this.” you smiled, biting your lip once again before moving your hips. you were already feeling so good. you felt your legs began to weaken. ”god, imagine how i would feel if he was actually fucking me,” you thought. you slowed down, trying to steady yourself. he noticed, grabbing your hips to help you. “don’t stop y/n. please, you’re doing so good. fuck , you look so pretty right now.” you were so wet, you were basically sliding on his abs rather than riding him. you began to grow frustrated, wanting more. you started working your way up hoping for any type of relief to apply more pleasure. by the end of it, you were practically riding his chest. you laid on top of him snuggling into his chest, while he played with your hair. ”sooo…you don’t want me huh?” he cockily grinned at you. ”nick, baby, shut up,” you laughed. “it’s just a yes or a no question. one word and im all yours.” you continued to bury your face into his chest to avoid showing him what he was doing to you. you were blushing so hard. “fine. yes.” “yes whaaaaat,” he teased. ”yes, i want you,” you finally admitted, as if he didn’t already know. little shit. always saw right through you and always won, no matter how hard you tried. he smiled and began kissing every inch of your body. you were already turned on again and so was he. you began wrapping your thighs around his waist just when the bedroom door opened. ”oh god. not again.” nolan’s voice echoed through the room. there him and briss were standing in the doorway. “wtf are you guys doing here?!” nick yelled. ”do we seriously need an excuse to come see our best friend?” ”you can atleast knock next time. geeze havent you guys learned your lesson?” nick yelled back. ”apparently not,” brendan said, doing a weird skip out of the room. ”we’ll be downstairs!” one shouted. “im sorry, love,” nick said kissing you on the cheek. ”i literally hate my life,” you groaned as you threw your head into his shoulder. nick laughed while he got up and took off his dress pants and put on a pair of sweats.

i’m literally speechless.

leave it up to brendan to ruin the moment seriously gosh.

#this was so good i’m freaking out #nick blankenburg #answered!

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skinnyducky · 3 years

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made for you // v.h.

hello.. im sorry i havent been posting. school has been keeping me busy but i wanted to post this. this idea comes from @yelenasdarling so thank you ! i recommend listening to halley’s comet by billie eilish (as well as the whole album) bc that’s the song that is being discussed in this (as well as many others), so yuh. enjoy ! and i promise i haven’t forgotten about party @ y/ns !

vinnie hacker x singer!fem!reader

Word Count: 1408, edited

WARNING: MAJOR FLUFF LUV

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As the year was coming to an end, so was your debut album. For months, you’d been working with the best producers, musicians, and doing endless promo for this album and within a few days, you’d be playing it for the label. Obviously because it is your first record, you’re protective over it. No one had heard it besides the people working on it. So, you were a bit nervous to let your pleading boyfriend, Vinnie, tag along to the studio with you.

It was Friday, and you two had been chilling in his room when your producer, Sarah, said she needed you to go over it before the label meeting. As you bid your goodbyes to Vinnie, informing him of the reason for your departure, he pouted. “Why can’t I come?” he nearly cried, giving you his puppy dog eyes. Because you couldn’t resist them—and you just can’t say “no” to him—you allowed him to come.

Now here the two of you were, in the studio and listening to Sarah go on and on about how long it took for her to finish mastering it. Your manager, Jen, had came too. She had to hear the album for herself also. She couldn’t have her client looking a mess in front of her bosses. Bad for business and her reputation.

“…and after an hour or two of making sure your vocals were clear, I finally finish the album.” Sarah explained. “Honestly, this is probably the best album I’ve produced in a minute, and I worked on SZA’s album.”

“That good?” Vinnie asked with a smirk, leaning against the studio door. “That’s sick. I’m ready to listen to it.”

As that sentence left Vinnie’s mouth, you felt your anxiety overcome you. “Are you sure, Sarah? There has to be some sort of adlib I need to rework or something. Can’t be ready so soon.”

“Y/n, it can’t get any better than this. This is a solid project. I should know, I spent days listening to it over and over again. Trust me, it’s ready.”

“Besides, it’s too late to rerecord now.” Jen added. “The label meeting is next Thursday, and we don’t have a week for Sarah to mix and master all over again. Once the label gives us the greenlight, if there’s anything to tweak, you can do it before you have to submit the final project. But until then, no changes and no additions.”

You sighed, nodded your head. It’s not that you were afraid of it not being perfect. You were more scared of what Vinnie would think. I mean, he’s the one who inspired the album; more than half of the songs are about him. His opinion meant everything to you, and if he didn’t like an inch of it…that would destroy you.

As you were sulking and picking at your chipped nail polish, Vinnie wandered over to you where you sat at the soundboard with Sarah. He leaned against it and smiled down at you. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“Nothing.” You sighed, keeping your head down. He scoffed and chuckled. “Y/n, you’re playing with your nail polish. You always do that when you’re upset.”

He pulled you up and took you out of your seat before sitting down himself and placing you on his lap. “Tell Santa what’s up.” He joked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m just nervous. This album means so much to me.”

“Completely understandable. It’s your first one, it should mean a lot to you.”

You shook your head. “It’s not just because of that. It’s also because it’s about you. The only reason you haven’t came with me to the studio until now is because I didn’t want you to hate anything on this, and it would kill me if you did.”

“Y/n, look at me”—you finally met his eyes for the first time—“I could never not like anything you do. Especially if it’s dedicated to me. That’s like throwing away a gift you gave me. I wouldn’t ever do that. So don’t think for a minute that I’d hate this. That’s literally impossible.”

You smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re too good for me.”

“I know.” He laughed and turned to Sarah. “Play us the album!” He said dramatically, sending the producer into a fit of giggles.

She followed his orders and with a few clicks and the press of a button, the first song from your album rang out from the studio speakers. You watched timidly as Vinnie bobbed his head up and down as it went from track to track.

“This shit slaps!” He exclaimed as “Y/n Bossa Nova” played. He nearly about died during “Oxytocin”, claiming it to be god tier. Minutes went by until you got to the final track “Halley’s Comet”, and you were scared to play him this song.

While the other tracks were quite playful in nature, this one was different. The song was a bit cynical, but it was also like a love letter to Vinnie. Never before have you ever felt what you had with him. And at first that made you scared. But as the months went by and your relationship started to blossom, you realized he was the one for you. This was just your way of telling him that.

When it started, you looked everywhere but at Vinnie. It wasn’t just because you couldn’t bear to see the expression on his face, but also because this song was quite emotional. You didn’t want him to see you “being a little bitch” as you put it.

The sound of your soft vocals bounced off the walls and you felt Vinnie place his chin on your shoulder. His hold on you grew tighter as he swayed you two back forth. A small smile crept it’s way onto your face as you tried your best to stray away from crying.

“I’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment,” you sung, “I feel more and more like I was made for you…”

When those lyrics hit, you felt Vinnie stop swaying. Hell, you were pretty sure he had stopped breathing too. You didn’t know what to think about that; did he not like the song, is he shocked? What was he thinking and feeling? Shortly after, the song came to an end with you singing, “I think I might have fallen in love…what am I to do?”

And with that, the album finished. The room was silent, the only sound being your sniffles. Although that was broken when Sarah screamed. “Wasn’t that amazing!? Ugh, my power…I really outdid myself on this one.”

Thankfully, Jen understood the impact of that last song. “Sarah, why don’t we go get a Snickers or something from the vending machine?”

“I can’t eat anything fatty, Jen. You know this.”

Jen mouthed some profanities and threats at the woman causing her to shoot up from her chair and run out into the hallway. “We’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Jen smiled, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Neither of you or Vinnie spoke and that somewhat was comforting. However, part of it made you feel insecure about the album, “Halley’s Comet” in specific. Out of all the songs, that’s the one you wanted him to like the most.

The silence soon grew uncomfortable, so you decided to be the first to speak. “Well, that was the album. What’d you think?”

He opened his mouth, but it was obviously he couldn’t find the right words to say. “I-I don’t know how to even put it in words.”

“That bad?” You sighed.

“No, never.” He laughed. “It was beautiful, all of it really. And that last song, that was amazing.”

You pursed your lips, hiding the grin wanting to break free. “You think so?”

“Yeah, it was definitely one of my favorites. To know I had that much of an impact on you, it’s really sweet. I didn’t think I could simp for you any harder than I do now.”

“Shut up!” you laughed, slapping his shoulder.

“It’s the truth!” he said, throwing his hands up in defense. “I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

“I love you too.” And with that, he laid a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips.

Pulling back, he said, “Oh and just so you know, I agree with you.”

“On what?”

“You were definitely made for me.”

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uhhhh ,, , hi ??

i feel bad bc i havent been here in. LITERALLY forever lmao - hope you guys r all doing good!! ive been working on some stuff but it’s been pretty slow going, and school is also A Thing, so i definitely havent been writing as much as i’d like.

as an apology, have this? really self-indulgent feel-good syndicate + c!dream centric oneshot bc i felt like writing this so u know. why not.

tws: implied torture, abuse, self-harm, disordered eating, starvation mentions, prison arc themes - overall everything’s just blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mentions, not too much angst here for once! c!sam and c!quackity critical, sorry guys but we r still in the prison arc and they still r on their “fuck human rights” arcs.

Dream leaves.

It’s a surprise - or maybe it isn’t one, Niki isn’t quite sure. She’d never grown to quite trust the man, she knows, and she can’t really tell if the bitter twist of emotion that swells up her chest when Phil comes to her city with the news is betrayal or resignation - what can she say. She’s gotten more than her fair share of broken promises. They don’t exactly faze her anymore.

None of them seem all that surprised, save Techno, who entirely fails to hide the worry that flickers over his face when he calls the Syndicate meeting to officially inform them of what’s going on. She shares quick, careful glances with the other members when his back is turned - despite how many times he’s been burned, Techno still seems so adamant at holding onto every thread, trusting all too easily those who would use and leave him behind without a second glance. He can handle himself, she knows. Still, that’s not going to stop her from slapping Dream upside the head for being yet another worthless person to betray her friend’s forgiving nature.

Nothing much changes in the next few weeks. Niki has to admit, it’s strange without Dream around - he’d not been an ally, much less a friend before dipping completely, but he had been some sort of constant - and Niki is self aware enough to know that she misses him, a little, the same sort of way you might miss an old routine once it’s gone, if only for the familiarity. She still visits Techno and Phil with various baked goods, knowing that Phil would have his hands full just keeping Techno from running himself ragged - makes sure to check on Ranboo, whose nerves have inevitably returned with Dream’s disappearance. To be honest, she doesn’t worry as much as he does - ally or not, she’s spent enough time with the Dream that had left prison to expect that he won’t exactly be able to get himself very far should he come for the four of them, and doesn’t particularly care about he might pull with the rest of the server - if things get bad, she’s sure Phil and Techno will have it handled. She asks Phil, once, what happened, and he shrugs.

“I don’t know, mate,” he heaves a chest to the side, pulling out a stack of stone blocks that Niki gladly holds for him. “One day we woke up and he was just- gone. Everything. Was like he wasn’t ever there at all.”

Niki hums. “Why’d you think he’d do something like that?”

“If I could understand half of why Dream does what he does, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we?” He smiles at her from behind a crate. “Shall we bring these things upstairs and start on dinner?”

Niki laughs, knowing that the conversation about Dream is over. “Of course, Phil.”

Dinner is a welcome distraction; all of them have gotten better at cooking in recent months, between her baking and the veritable library of recipes Phil knows that she’s never even heard of, but Phil is still the only one she really trusts to hold his own behind the stove - Ranboo is still a little too nervous around water, and fire, and much of everything, and though Techno can be a perfectly capable cook, he’s been distracted as of late. She has a strong feeling that left to his own devices, he’d just grab a stack of steak and disappear for another few weeks, searching the server for information.

Honestly, she’s a little thrown off by his behavior - he’d not done anything like this with Tommy, if she remembers right, and had hardly seemed affected by Wilbur’s betrayal on the Sixteenth at all (then again, she was a little too lost in her own head to notice if he was.) She tosses her head over to ask Phil, who’s leaning over a few carrots he’s slicing to throw into the stew he’s making, and the man pauses, frowns.

“From what I know,” he starts, words slow, careful, “they’d spent three months in there together, and the conditions weren’t exactly- stellar. According to what Techno said, I’d assumed they had come to some sort of understanding.” He goes back to the carrots, expression dipping into shadow and out of sight. “Guess I was wrong.”

Niki hums. She can see it, sort of - spending months together with someone, no matter how insufferable, probably would end with some degree of attachment - she thinks back to plotting through sleepless nights with Jack, anger and grief leaving them simmering, crabs in the same pot of boiling water, remembers looking into his dead-eyed gaze and seeing her own stare back - and feels a brief pang of guilt. Besides, Techno is Techno. She’d never met someone so willing to forgive, understand, reach out despite everything that’s happened - for Dream to take advantage of that feels almost too obvious. Of course he would - what were they all thinking?

“He’s Dream,” she says as if that explains everything, flipping open the oven door and feeling a wave of heat blast her face. Phil hums lowly, understanding. “I hope Techno will be alright.”

“He’s tough,” Phil cracks a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “And he has us on his side. He’ll get through.”

Niki opens her mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by the front door slamming open. Outside their quaint little cottage, the wind howls - it sounds like the beginning of a blizzard out there, flurries painting the world in a thick blanket of white. In the door, Techno strides into the entrance with loud, decisive movements, shutting the door loud enough to make the walls shake. Inadvertently, Niki finds her eyes drawn to the small pile of snow that he’s tracked into the house - Techno’s usually so careful to kick it all off on the porch, never liked it much when there was a pile of melting ice and snow dampening the floorboards and soaking into his shoes. He huffs harshly, stripping off a snow-dusted scarf from his face - a long, multicolored abomination that had been the product of her attempting to teach Ranboo how to knit. Phil has reached his side, hands splayed over his upper arms, eyes soft in the corners from concern.

“Techno, mate-” his tone is chiding but his movements gentle as he brushes snow off of Techno’s signature cloak, “you’ve gotten snow everywhere. What were you doing, dueling a blizzard?”

Techno shakes his head, not meeting Phil’s banter as usual, fur sticking up from the snow melted into it. His voice is gruff and holds little humor - unconsciously, Niki feels her shoulders tense.

“Phil, call a Syndicate meeting.”

---

Phil, per usual, is unrelenting, so it’s not until a quick dinner and some hurried messages to their final member later that the Syndicate is gathered in their meeting room, Techno pacing the length of the room as they wait in their respective seats. He looks less frazzled than he did when he first entered the house, in part due to Phil’s sitting him down to eat and picking through his fur to smooth it out of its windblown spikes and tangles - Techno had grumbled at him to stop preening him, but looked a lot more relaxed by the time they were all finished with their food. Still, his ear flicks periodically, twitching toward ssome sound that Niki can’t hear, movements tighter and jerkier than she is used to. He’d always been a little flightier after the prison, but not quite like this - everything here feels like that but dialed up to eleven. Inexplicably, it reminds her of Dream.

“Techno?” Phil gestures towards his seat, prompting, and he settles into it with an obliging huff.

“Y’know, Phil, the code names are kinda pointless if we never use ‘em,” he says, words carrying no real heat - he looks back at the rest of them, lips thinning into a line. “Anyway. I called this meeting because I found a couple leads on Dream.”

“O-oh,” Ranboo stutters, tail lashing behind him.

“You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, mate,” Phil reminds him gently, a sentiment that Niki affirms with a determined nod.

“There’ve been some reports- rumors, really,” Techno says, calling their attention again, and they all turn towards him, “of increased activity around the prison again. The Warden spending more time on its grounds, movement seen around the walls and around the portal- so I decided to go check it out for myself.”

Niki frowns, and watches as Phil does the same beside her - Techno had seemed to avoid the prison if he could help it, save for when he went on the initial mission to break Dream out. It was no secret to them that he didn’t exactly like the place.

“We could’ve helped if you asked,” Phil reminds him, and Techno shakes his head.

“I know, Phil. It’s just- that place is bad news. I’d rather keep you guys away from there if I can-” his hand goes to his head with a poorly hidden wince. “Sorry, Chat’s a little- worked up, at the minute.”

“Sorry, we’ll stop interrupting you,” Niki says, cutting off Phil before he says anything else. “So you went to the prison?”

Techno takes a second to gather his thoughts, mumbling quietly in the way that usually means he’s telling off Chat. “Right- I decided to stake out the portal. The rumors were right- Sam has been hanging around there, entered and left the prison four times yesterday. And today-” he hesitates, expression visibly darkening. “This morning, about an hour after the Warden arrived, Quackity came to the prison and went through the portal. He left the grounds about six hours later.”

“Quackity?” Niki frowns, eyes flicking over to how Phil has stilled in his seat. “What is Quackity doing at the prison?”

Phil ignores her question, reaching towards Techno, something indiscernible in his gaze. “Mate…”

“He smelled of blood when he left,” Techno says, words sharp, and Niki feels her heart skip a beat. “Warden left about half an hour after, and I came back here.”

Ranboo clears his throat, sounding tentative. “Okay,” he drums his hand on the table when they turn towards him, eyebrows drawn, “but what, exactly, does this have to do with, uh, Dream?”

Techno and Phil trade glances, one of their bouts of unspoken conversation that Niki’s grown extremely used to. They seem strangely hesitant, she notes internally, Phil looking towards Techno with a question written clearly in the planes of his face. Techno sighs, a long puff of air through his lips as he closes his eyes and turns his face towards the table.

“You know how Dream was- injured,” he starts slowly, looking back up at them. Niki shifts uncomfortably - of course she noticed, it was impossible not to - if not the bandages that peeked under his sleeves and the cuffs of his pants, then how skinny he’d been, all skin and bones curled up uncomfortably in a pile at the corner of Techno’s couch. She’d not know the extent, by any means, and had always assumed that they’d been self-inflicted - she’d been in a bad enough place on her own before to know how your head can make you want to hurt, sometimes, how eating food can feel like choking on sawdust and the world could feel so much smaller when focused into delicate pricks of pain. Phil’s eyes are trained on Techno - on his face, then on the pinkish raised skin of a still-healing scar along his forearm, and she feels understanding settle like a rock in her gut.

“The Warden had apparently been lettin’ Quackity into the cell to torture Dream for the revive book,” Techno trails off, eyes narrowed and seemingly fixed on a random point of the opposite wall. “By the time I go there, it’d been goin’ on for months.”

“But wait,” Ranboo’s tail moves even more erratically behind him, “You mean you think he’s back- there? How?”

“He has to be back in the prison,” Techno points out. “I can’t imagine anyone besides him that the two of them are goin’ to just start torturin’- Sam had been iffy about the whole thing when Quackity started in on me. It has to be Dream in there again.”

“But how did he get in there, then?” Ranboo asks, visibly confused. “Last time it took the entire server to lock him up!”

“There were no signs of a struggle,” Niki points out, matter of fact. “I believe you, Techno, but I don’t really know how they managed to drag him back so easily. I can’t imagine he was jumping at the chance to go back in there.”

Techno shakes his head with an uneasy sigh.

“I have a feelin’ of what might’ve happened,” he says quietly. “And I really hope that I’m wrong and he’s less of an idiot than I think he is.”

---

They set out to investigate - and maybe attack - the next day, Techno and Phil taking on the bulk of preparations as Ranboo stays behind. He’d been understandably uneasy about the whole mission, so they’d left him back by the Syndicate room to set off their pearls in case anything went wrong. (“By the end of the day,” Techno had said, giving Phil a look with the corner of his lip quirked upwards, “don’t be like Phil here and think I meant the end of the month, alright?”) They’d all be supplied with armor and weapons, thanks to Phil, but she’d been handed the bulk of their potions, arranged neatly in her inventory by type in case they’d be needed. She lingers in the back of the room as Phil and Techno chat amiably over the sound of making last minute repairs on their armor, listens to Techno’s ceaseless reminders for Phil to be careful, watches as they make sure that their stasis chambers are properly prepared should they need them.

(She watches as Phil nudges Techno’s shoulder when he lingers behind a certain chair, empty as long as she’s been part of the Syndicate, the fountain behind it bubbling quietly without a pearl inside. Techno sighs, expression strange.

“Should’ve set him up with one,” he says, quiet, and Phil pats him on the back.

“You couldn’t have known, mate. We wanted to wait a little before telling him about the Syndicate, remember?”

Techno hums, noncommittal. “Still.”)

They Nether travel to the site of Techno’s lookout, which ends up being a little shambling thing with dirt walls dug into a small hill looking towards the prison portal, having hardly enough space to fit the three of them. Phil looks at it with no small amount of apprehension, and Techno shrugs lightly, wearing an expression that makes Phil turn to him with a look that makes Niki break into giggles. Techno crosses his arms- “in my defense-” and Phil looks up at the dirt ceiling with a long-suffering sigh.

“You couldn’t have made this a little roomier, mate?” Phil asks, voice dry as kindling, and Techno raises his hands by his head.

“Hey hey, it’s discreet, it gets the job done, it’s perfectly structurally sound-” the sound of the leftmost wall crumbling, along with the cloud of dust that puffs from it and fills their tiny space, undermines the tail end of his statement and leaves him sputtering, Niki falling into another fit of quiet giggles. Underneath it all, Phil sighs again, raising his wings behind him.

“...these are going to take so long to clean out.”

To his credit, Techno looks sheepish. “Sorry, Phil.”

They sober up quickly; Techno turns around to the opposite side of the hill, where he’s hidden some peepholes inside the dirt - Niki settles herself by one, leaning forwards to put her eye to it and catch a glimpse of the prison looming over the water. It’s been repaired since the breakout, she notes, the gaping hole in the roof completely gone and replaced with obsidian, as intimidating and undamaged as it had been before, if not more so. Phil makes a considering sound from behind her.

“Same plan as last time?” He asks, and Techno shakes his head.

“They’ve probably reinforced it, and Dream’s blueprints won’t include anything new the Warden’s added. I wouldn’t be surprised if they moved Dream to a different location completely. We don’t want to draw too much attention, either, we were cutting it pretty close during the breakout.” He narrows his eyes. “I was thinking we’d try something a little stealthier, this time. “

He gestures at Niki, who blinks back at him with wide eyes.

“You got a couple of invis potions for us?”

She distributes the potions among them all, one regular and two splash potions of invisibility each, and Techno points towards the prison once she’s done.

“The most important thing is to get through the portal,” he says with a grim expression. “Worst comes to worst, once we’re inside we can always blast our way through - but gettin’ through that portal is our first priority.”

Phil narrows his eyes at him. “The portal is locked, though. We’ll need to follow someone else inside- and I’m pretty sure Sam uses pearls, so he’s out.”

Techno nods. “Which is why I’m bankin’ on the prison gettin’ another visitor today. We’ll just have to wait.”

Niki swallows. “Do you mean-”

“Quackity?” Techno turns away, not quite meeting her eyes. “I’m not totally sure, but he’s not exactly the type to just give up on his goals. He’s pretty predictable- an empire needs an emperor, always needs something new to rule- you know the type,” he says, tipping his head towards Phil. “He’ll be mad at Dream for disappearin’ on him and won’t miss the opportunity to prove he has the upper hand again. I’m not sure that he’s going to come today-”

“-but you wouldn’t really be surprised, either,” Phil finishes for him, eyes steely with cold determination. “I trust your judgement, mate. Just stay safe- from what I’ve heard, Quackity has been...erratic.”

“When is he not,” Techno huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, Phil. Just be careful, both of you. Don’t get too close. And if things get messy- which is what we’re tryin’ to avoid, by the way- then don’t do anything too risky. Our priority is gettin’ in and out alive.”

“We can handle ourselves, Techno,” Niki reminds him with a small smile. “And Ranboo is there in case anything goes wrong.”

“Alright, then. Here’s the plan.”

---

It takes quite a long time for Quackity to arrive, long minutes that Niki spends fidgeting in the corner of the room, brushing her hands over seams of the netherite plates that Phil had shoved into her hands, back at the Syndicate room. The set is inexplicably light - not weightless, by any means, as it is still netherite, but not nearly as bulky as any set of netherite armor she’s owned or seen in the past. The runes are precise, lines thin and exact, written with graceful strokes of lapis.

“Phil’s the best metalworker I’ve ever met,” Techno tells her with a small grin, catching her in the middle of tracing what she can make out as an Unbreaking rune along the metal strapped to her forearm. “But then again, he’s had the time to practice.”

“Are you calling me old again?” Phil huffs, and Techno flashes a smile her direction before looking at Phil with a slight grin.

“Well, Chat is,” he says, lips twitching when Phil glares back.

“You can’t just blame Chat every time you insult me, you little shit,” Phil groans, and Techno only grins wider.

“Phil, my ad revenue,” he complains, a dramatic lilt to his voice that has Niki stifling a snort, and Phil’s glare only grows deadlier.

“You’ll have more than your ad revenue to worry about if you keep this up,” he mumbles, going back to keep watch at one of the peepholes and stilling as he does. “Shit- Techno, Quackity’s here.”

Techno straightens up, hindered slightly by the low ceiling of their room. “Alright- we all know the plan, right?”

Niki nods in the affirmative, pulling out a splash invis and letting it settle in her hand, the glass cool beneath her fingertips. She reaches into her inventory and lets her armor fade into it, takes a deep breath and watches as the two across from her do the same. She doesn’t wear armor often, but so close to the prison, feeling mining fatigue settling deep into her bones - she’s never missed the security it offers more. Techno keeps watch, waiting- drops his arm in a signal. Now.

Niki throws the potion at their feet, flinching back at the sound of shattering glass and feeling its effects seep into her skin. When she opens her eyes, she can’t see anything but the inside of the room that they’d holed themselves in and the faintest of wisps rising from where their feet must be, curling around the grass.

(Please let this work, she begs to no one in particular as they walk towards the prison. And if you can hear me- please keep us all safe.)

She hardly breathes as they follow Quackity across the path, holding someone’s hand in her own - Phil’s, by the feel of it - careful to muffle her footsteps in the grass and stand still whenever Quackity’s eyes come a little too close. Thankfully for them, he seems focused, hardly stopping or looking around at all as he walks towards the prison’s portal, movements stiff as he walks forward. He punches the button on the wall particularly harshly, and Sam’s voice comes crackling through a speaker a second later.

“I’m here for my visit,” Quackity says, punctuating the sentence with a snort of laughter that doesn’t sound particularly sincere. Niki hasn’t seen him in a long while, not after everything that happened in Pogtopia, and she feels a chill worm down her spine - this man looks nothing like the one that had laughed and danced and sung at her birthday party what feels like an eternity ago. What happened?

Sam sighs, the sound turning into a sharp burst of static through the speakers. “Hello Quackity,” he says, voice deep and tired. “Please step into the portal after I tell you to and then wait on the other side.”

“I know the drill, Sam,” Quackity rolls his eyes. “Just because the bastard was gone for a few weeks doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how this damn place works.”

“Just going through protocol, Quackity,” Sam replies, and something about this response has Quackity exploding into a brief fit of laughter, the sound grating against Niki’s ears. She feels her grip tighten on Phil’s hand, air caught in her throat.

“Protocol- ha. Whatever you wanna tell yourself, pal.” Quackity smiles, cold and cruel, and Niki tries not to think about how she’d seen that same grin on Wilbur, eyes sparkling from the light of the lanterns hung from the bridges and walls of their ravine, remember how she’d looked into them and realized her old friend wasn’t there, anymore. Quackity disappears into the portal, and after a second, the hand around her own pulls her inside of it too.

On the other side, Quackity taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms and waiting- Sam’s voice comes through the speakers again, words clipped.

“Go through the portal,” he says, and Quackity does- once again, they wait for a second for his body to disappear, then go within it themselves, pressed close enough together within its frame for Niki to feel the warmth of a wing wrap around her shoulders for a quick second before they’re out of the hot, stifling air of the Nether and into a large, neatly made lobby of blackstone and quartz. They duck into a corner, watching as Quackity moves towards the front counter, the Warden waiting there with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks- tired. His movements are slow, footsteps loud against the floor, shoulders tense and back hunched. He walks around the counter, sword strapped to his belt, and Niki feels her breath hitch at the sight of dried blood still stuck to the blade in patches and splatters.

“He ready?” Quackity asks, holding his hands out - Niki catches a flash of metal as Sam drops something into them, watches as Quackity raises what ends up being a pair of shears, dangerous-looking and gleaming with enchants, to the light.

“Yes,” Sam says, side-eyeing Quackity with a small glare. “You know, it’s supposed to be your job to clean those things off when you’re done with them.”

“I told you, busy day back in Las Nevadas yesterday,” Quackity waves a hand- “I’ll do it, alright? Don’t get all pissy now. What happened to being partners?”

“You said we’d be done with this months ago, Quackity,” Sam sighs, and Niki feels a light tug on her arm as Quackity and Sam begin to walk towards the wall to the right of them, breathes in slow and deep as she follows Techno and Phil towards the others. The wall yawns open with the hiss of redstone firing and pistons pulling blocks upwards, opening into a dark hallway that feels like entering the maw of some sort of giant, insatiable beast. They step inside as one, and the door shuts behind them.

“We’ll be done soon enough,” Quackity says, and Niki feels hairs rising on the back of her neck. “Trust me.”

They stalk forwards through a labyrinth of blackstone, Niki brushing the palms of her hand against her clothes when it goes clammy from adrenaline. Halfway through, she pauses to tip back a second potion of invisibility, careful to keep her movements slow and steady as not to make a sound - the liquid is silvery, cool and light on her tongue, and she lets the effects wash over her with her breath caught in her lungs before moving forward. The tunnels are simpler than she’d expected, bearing little obstacles or checkpoints - Quackity makes a wry comment a second after (“Guard tunnels today, huh? Appreciate the hustle, pal-”) that confirms her suspicions. Despite the potion particles still whirling around their bodies and the sounds of their footsteps, too loud in her own ears, they manage to make it forwards without much trouble, entering a large room with a doorway filled completely with a curtain of lava.

“Set your spawn,” Sam says, still stoic, and Quackity rolls his eyes again before doing as told. Niki keeps looking back at the lava flowing past the wall, its heat filling the room and making her already slick palms even worse, and Sam moves to the side to flick a lever, eyes trained on the lava slowly bubbling in front of him.

“Give me your tools?” Quackity asks, and Sam sighs before doing so - Niki watches as he hands over a netherite axe, then potions, then a few raw potatoes that Quackity accepts and puts into his inventory. Sam raises an eyebrow once he’s done, hand tight around the handle of his trident.

“You bring your own sword, today?” He asks, seeming irritated, and Quackity shrugs.

“Sorry pal, I need to make a new one. Guess I’m borrowing yours again.”

Sam sighs again, louder, and hands over his sword as well, watching as Quackity swings it a few times experimentally. The blade skims a little too close to her on one swing and she can’t quite help the squeak that escapes her lips as she throws herself out of the way, feels her heart hammer in her ears as she backs up against the wall. Please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that please don’t hear that-

“Quackity, wait.” Sam raises a hand, ear twitching as he looks over in her direction with narrowed eyes. “I think I heard something.”

Oh fuck.

“Well, guess show’s up then,” Techno drawls, and both of them whirl towards his voice, giving Niki enough time to pull her armor back on, scrambling to get her sword and shield in her hands as Phil does the same besides her. Pieces of armor appear where Techno is standing, then a bucket of milk- oh, why must her friends be so dramatic- and Techno’s standing there, smiling sharply, with Orphan Obliterator held loosely at his side. “Let’s get this done, then.”

As one, Techno and Phil blur into action - Techno moves forward to catch the prongs of Sam’s trident on his blade as Phil parries Quackity’s blows with his own sword- they move fluidly, easily covering each other’s backs as the room devolves into chaos. Niki remembers their guidance as she flits in and out of the fight, scoring quick hits to keep the Warden and Quackity off balance while remaining out of range from their weapons, and it’s not long before both of them have fallen with a spray of items and experience orbs scattered all over the floor.

Techno moves over to block off the exposed face of the bed with a block, looking over at the two of them with an uncharacteristically severe expression. “They’ll be back soon- we have to move fast. Niki, you have those fire res, right?”

She nods as she reaches into her inventory, finding the potion’s orange-pink glow and smashing it at their feet. They dive into the lava together, Niki scrambling to keep up, her arms struggling to move through the thick lava, loses sight of both until she flails into something directly in front of her and hands are pulling her up out of the lava.

“There you go, mate,” Phil smiles down at her as hauls herself to her feet, making a face at the feeling of the lava clinging to her clothes. “Yeah, swimming through lava isn’t exactly fun. You good?” She flashes him a thumbs up, and he laughs- “Niki, you’re still invisible.” She flushes pink- right.

A few sips of milk later, she gives him a proper thumbs up, and he laughs, loud and bright. She looks past him to where Techno’s crouched over something- someone, she realizes with a start, in the corner. Dream’s back in prison clothes, ragged and ill-fitting, and he’s curled up with his back towards the front of the cell, shaking enough to be obvious even from where she’s standing. Techno speaks lowly, voice barely more than a deep rumble in the air, almost inaudible.

“You there, Dream?”

She watches as Dream turns his head, looking up with wide, bleary eyes. His hair flops in front of his face, and something within her itches to brush it out of the way. “T-Techno?”

“Yeah nerd, who else?” Techno smiles, and Dream seems to blink awake, drawing himself up with a shuddery breath.

“Techno- it’s a trap- what are you doing here?” he hisses, and Techno gives him a look, deadpan.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s a trap- come on, Dream, we’ve been over this by now, bro. You have to know that their traps aren’t goin’ to do anything to me by now,” Techno rolls his eyes, reaching forward to steady his hands on Dream’s shoulders when the other man sputters and struggles to breathe. “Easy, now. Geez, you wanted to prove me wrong about being homeless bad enough that you came back here? We could’ve just made you a house, you know. You didn’t have to go this far.”

“I- they were gonna kill you,” Dream breathes, face twisted up uncomfortably, and his eyes flick past Techno’s face to where Phil and Niki are standing at the opposite wall of the cell. “All of you- they said-”

“And that’s what I thought you’d say,” Techno groans. “Come on, you idiot, I thought you were smarter than this-”

“They were right there, Techno!” Dream fires back, eyes alight. “You- they were right there, what were you thinking, they could’ve-!”

“And my best friend is a necromancer, remember?” Techno shakes his head. “Come on, Dream- Sam and Quackity? You know we can handle them in a fight, especially when you can just revive us if anything goes wrong. You don’t have to do this whole self-sacrifice thing, bro- there’s only so many times I can break into the same prison, y’know.”

“You’re so stupid,” Dream huffs, but he leans in anyway, head just barely settling against Techno’s shoulder. “I- I can’t believe. You’re so dumb.”

“Hey, don’t be sayin’ that to the guy that’s breakin’ you out of prison,” Techno laughs, slinging Dream over his shoulder with an easy motion and laughing harder when it makes him yelp. “That’s just bein’ ungrateful. You’re making Chat sad, man, and when they’re sad they don’t subscribe-”

“I regret this entirely,” Dream says, voice muffled against Techno’s shirt, tone completely flat. “Put me down- you idiot- I’m staying here. You’re worse than Quackity.”

“Rude. Now you’ve really made Chat mad. I demand an apology-”

“Boys, boys.” Niki can’t help giggling, watching the way their gazes snap towards her, rolling her eyes as she moves forward with a few potions held loosely in her hand. “Dream, do you want a health pot?”

Dream seems to deliberate for a second, before nodding at her, expression slightly strained. “...sure.”

“You two can finish your argument after we’ve broken out of the biggest maximum security prison on the server,” Phil drawls from behind her, arms crossed at his chest. “Come on, now, before Sam gets back.”

“Isn’t this the only maximum security prison on the server?” Techno asks aloud, an amused expression on his face - one that only gets worse when Phil glares at him with one ice-blue eye.

“Shut-” he sighs, shaking his head. “You two are chaotic little shits, you know that?”

“Don’t compare me to him, Phil,” Techno complains, Dream mirroring his words with muffled protests of his own, and Phil breathes another drawn-out, long-suffering sigh as he rubs at the bridge of his nose.

“Niki, give us some fire res please?”

She finds the potion bottle between giggles, throwing it to the ground as she tries to choke down the laughter rapidly bubbling up her throat. “Of course, Phil.”

She looks back at Techno and Dream before jumping into the lava, the two of them once again lost in some sort of argument, Dream draped over Techno’s shoulder. He’s breathing easier now, she notes, and Techno looks looser too - a little less tense, leaning back with a perpetual quirk to the corner of his lip as they fire insults back and forth. This is familiar, she recognizes with a soft twist in her chest, the same way that Phil and Techno can finish each other’s sentences and look at each other with laughing eyes sharing the same memories of the past, the same way Ranboo watches Techno’s every step as he adjusts his stance and lifts his sword and Techno laughs and calls him a main character in turn, the same way she and Phil will settle together on the porch over cups of tea and sit at each other’s sides for hours. The rhythm between them is one well-established, the road well-worn - she imagines them, huddled in this dingy cell for months together, and breathes in slow and deep.

“Come on,” she smiles, making sure to keep it on her face when Dream meets her eyes with wide, startled ones of his own. Dream still isn’t an ally, and isn’t a friend.

But - she watches as he smiles back, something inexplicably warm in her chest - maybe, one day, he could be.

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EVERY SUN THAT EVER DIED UPDATE #4

DISCLAIMER: this is my original work and plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated.

you can find update # 1: here, update # 2: here, and update # 3: here.

it seems to be a running tradition that i'll post a writing update and then disappear for four months. and here we are again! it's been so long since my last update that i've written almost 30k words since then, and it takes me an unnaturally long time to write that much usually. i've actually written so much that it definitely won't all fit in this update, so i'm going to split the content over two or three updates (which i literally said i would do last time and it still took this long so don't rely on me for that hehehe) i also havent posted an update in so long that literally no one posts writing updates anymore.

there's not much to say about the process of writing this because i can hardly remember since it was so long ago oops! also be warned this is a very very long update. without further ado, excerpts and taglist are below the cut!

CHAPTER 11: BEACH HOUSE

Asher and Ezra arrive at the beach house they're renting for the summer and this chapter is just very wholesome in general. lets ignore the fact that they somehow had the money to rent a house even though they're both broke. in this house we don't care about logic if it ruins the aesthetic <3

The kitchen is washed in a pale lemon light, shadows leafing across the cedarwood table and countertops. A massive window spans the dining room wall, and the chiffon curtains billow like ghosts in the light breeze.

From the open window, Asher can see everything. The slope of sand dotted with picnic blankets, young couples cupped in sunlight and old couples under wide poplars that stipple the sand with shadows. Driftwood jots the shoreline, and children tiptoe across the wood like gymnasts. The leftover ashes from a campfire are half-buried by the sand, rustled by the light breeze. The ocean is a haze of bodies, tide lapping against the shore and sucking at sandcastles and forgotten plastic shovels left in the sand. It’s breathing, that’s what he always thinks when he sees the ocean. Everything seems to breathe – the poplar with the scalloped leaves that fritz against the window, the wind that rustles them, the rain that waters them. It’s all alive and it’s all dangerous if it wants to be. A briny wind rustles his hair and blisters his cheeks with cold.

here's asher waking up from sleeping on the couch the first morning:

Asher glances at the clock strung above the stove. 10:37. He stands up and walks around the silent living room, passing in and out of the mirages of sunlight glimmering through various windows. He sees a tendril of smoke and notices Ezra standing outside, but doesn’t go and join him. Instead, he continues wandering through the shifting morning light. The light pine floorboards creak under his socked footsteps. This place is peaceful. The sound of laughter carries from the beachside, the slow sloshing of the tide against the sand. A man’s shout. A child crying. More laughter, raucous. All the chaos seems so far away.

Ezra comes inside. The sunlight filters through the screen door, prisms through the glass and casts a kaleidoscope of shadows on every surface. It lights up the dust that fuzzes the air, it lights up the cigarette pinched between Ezra’s fingers. Ezra stands in silence and watches Asher, sunlight cratering his features and making him appear glossy and disjointed. Asher picks a bright green pear out of the fruit bowl on the table and takes a bite.

“We should go out there later,” says Ezra. “It’s nice. Save unpacking for tomorrow. We could have a fire or something.”

the chapter ends when Asher and Ezra sit on the beach at night and make a fire and then they both fall asleep :) guys this scene is so wholesome it is painful (also i realized its kind of illegal to make fires on the beach but once again, vibes over logic. we have to pick our priorities here)

Ezra fiddles with his lighter and it takes three tries before a flume of light appears at the end of the match and he hovers it over the driftwood. Before long, the fire flickers dully, and then grows to the size of a campfire. Its shadow ambers on the sand, and Asher huddles on his blanket, as close to the fire as possible to be cupped in a nova of warmth. Ezra sits close, half on his blanket and half on Asher’s. Sunset drips over the water. Ezra doesn’t smoke like Asher expects him to, but stares into the fire, eyes still flickering. It seems like they’ve been flickering all day. His mouth hangs open slightly, like he’s in a trance. Asher places a hand on his shoulder and he blinks and looks away.

(TW: arson, death) also this is the scene where ezra tells asher about his pyromania and that when he was 16 he burned down his childhood home and his sister died in the fire, which is why he's been able to restrain his urges to set things on fire since then. also is it just me or is arson extremely aesthetic for no reason

Sparks settle in the light of his eyes and for a moment Asher almost thinks he can see the memories behind his eyes, the burning building, the screams of his sister, her pallid, scorched face after her body was found. Asher wonders if they found her body or if it was burned beyond recognition. He wonders if her remnants were buried or pre-cremated and if Ezra could ever bear to look at her face again. If he can even bear to imagine it.

near the end of the chapter, aka some night fire imagery to satisfy the weird verb obsession we all seem to share for some reason

The fire crackles loudly and sparks drizzle through the dark sky. The waning moon gilds white against the blackness, wispy clouds fleecing it in half. Glimmering shadows drift around them like smoke, settling on Asher and Ezra’s bodies and dappling the sand in ovals of pale light.

CHAPTER 12: FALSE ADVICE

working title. aha a parker chapter. i think the problem with parker's chapters is that they're usually kind of meandering, and i have yet to give her a more interesting, substantial plotline. this chapter follows her having lunch with gabriel, a man who offers to help her adjust to the city after leaving the cult, but she ends up leaving because he's kind of an asshole. aka a pointless chapter feat. parker's first time riding in a car! not many excerpts from this chapter but i like this one from the end:

Parker lets the glass door chink shut behind her and bows her head against the rain. It’s just a drizzle now, but feels like a drizzle of glass, slashing against the back of her head and clinging to her hair. Moonlight slices the street into fragments, and she hops over the potholes that riddle the sidewalk, occasionally stepping in one and soaking her shoe. She should have thought of this, should have brought an umbrella, but the day was so warm and prospects so bright that it didn’t cross her mind. In this city, bright prospects always fade before the end of the day. In this city, she always needs an umbrella. In this city. In this city. The city’s name slips her mind and she doesn’t try to remember it.

STILLNESS

a parker vignette where she remembers her friend from the cult, alice, who she misses. she's happy that she isn't there anymore, but sad about how the city is kind of just as bad just in a different way. basically the usual angsty parker thoughts.

CHAPTER 13: GARDEN HANDS

ezra goes back to the apartment to get the rest of their stuff and asher makes a new friend who ends up helping him with the garden behind the house which is really overgrown! her name is nathalie (who some people might remember from the wip intro but probably not) and she is the most wholesome character ever and i love nice people

garden description (yeah i wrote this in november that's how behind i am in writing updates sue me <3)

The garden is lush and overgrown, marigolds bobbing in the back, daisies and dandelions taking up most of the front. Tiki torches tilt in the soil, half buried and sputtering dimly. A weeping willow shades half the garden, which Asher assumes is the reason for its wilting. Dewy sunlight sifts through the branches. A maple tips above Asher’s head, helicopter seeds pinwheeling onto his shoulders and sticking in his hair.

more garden things

Nathalie teaches Asher to clench his hand around the base of the weed, twist it back and forth slightly, ease it out of the soil by the roots. Soon, his fingernails are flecked with mud and his fingers greened with foliage. Nathalie works beside him, chatting about things he doesn’t care about but tries to – the way the wind twists against their backs, the rich smell of the mud, a white butterfly that settles like a ghost on the edge of a maple leaf. After a while, he begins to see what she sees, he sees why she loves it here—the colours, the textures, the shapes and flavours and scents—he wonders how he lived for a month in a stuffy apartment without knowing there were places like this in the city. That it’s not all bad. That there are pockets of life and solitude hidden even in the most artificial, overwhelming places.

ezra's return that evening:

Nathalie leaves around three o’clock, and hours later Ezra returns blued in twilight. His car sputters to a stop on the sandy driveway, and he climbs out. Fireflies glitter around him, in the treetops, flickering in front of the windows. They sail across the sky like shooting stars.

THE WORLD WILL END

ah yes my one of my favourite vignettes in the entire book. im going to put the entire thing even though it's really long because honestly i think it kind of slaps

Light is all you see for miles. Light glisters off the rear-view mirrors of cars, light pinpricks the sky every night, light sheds fluorescent from TV screens and colours in your eyes. Light is all you know. You think of the world as a repeating of itself, as a sphere of light and shadow, as something that crawls with life and even the darkness is made of light here, even the darkness is blinding and binding and burning. You think of the world as a place swarming with insects, polluters; flooded with objects and spirits and everything in between. You don’t know if it should be called chaos or calmness, to know that this is how it is and this is how it will always be. Light is all you see for miles. Light radiates from your own irises and makes the landscape bounce and sway. Don’t be fooled by the illusion. Nothing is changing. You don’t know why but you take comfort in the fact that even this planet won’t last forever, one day it will implode or burst into flame or plummet into a black hole, one day the lights will blink out and strand everything in silence. You don’t know how to explain that you want it to be over so you don’t have to think anymore, so you can forget the past and not worry about the future. You want to see what happens after you die, if it’s like they said it is or something better or something worse or nothing at all. You want to see the sun burn out, you want to feel it’s fire coil from the sky and melt you into ash. You want to exit in a way that won’t make you look helpless. You want to witness the end of everything in a way that you would witness the death of an old enemy. You want the sun to sputter out and you want to feel it when it does. You wonder how many times this has happened before – is this the first world to eat itself, is this the first sun to die? Is this the trial run or the fifth round? Is any of this really unfamiliar? Is any of this worth repeating? Is any of this worth saving? Light is all you see for miles and you think that if it was dark at least you’d be able to sleep.

CHAPTER 14: UNTITLED

yet another untitled chapter how on brand. its also another kind of pointless parker chapter which is unfinished because i got bored!!

a sunset:

Afternoon decays into evening, light spanning the horizon and shadows staining the apartment floor.

i seriously cant stop writing weather/light/shadow descriptions. it's becoming a problem. whenever im stuck i just change the weather in the scene which works great except now ested is set in a city where the weather changes every five minutes. send help.

there aren't any other excerpts for this one because it needs a lot of editing and will probably be very different when im done with it.

NYCTOPHOBIA

another phobia definition. an extreme fear of the dark.

EZRA

so. this is a recent development but i decided that i'm going to sprinkle in occasional ezra chapters, which are narrated in first person from ezra's pov! this was a random idea that popped in my brain and i ran with it and i think its one of the best decisions ive made. also now this book has parts in third person, second person and first person, which is more complicated than it was supposed to be but it makes sense for the project so im going with it. im going to sprinkle in more ezra chapters earlier in the book but this is the first one i've written! its interesting writing from his pov because he's probably my favourite character i've ever created.

I don’t know how long the power will be out but the darkness is intoxicating. The way it lingers in the air, presses against my eyes, is infinitely close and infinitely far away. Everything blends together, every noise is indistinguishable, distant, jarring. I sit down in the faded blue armchair by the fireplace, which is dead. It would be the best source of light, but I avoid lighting fires as much as I can help it.

not the greatest excerpt but i like some things about it so yeah.

CHAPTER 15: PARALLELS

finally, the moment we've all been waiting for. asher and ezra are in a park and they meet parker! asher and parker recognize each other from the cult obviously and its extremely awkward :) love that for them :)

ezra and asher leaving the house early in the morning:

They shuffle out the door into the pink flush of dawn. The ocean glitters and sloshes quietly against the sand, tide expanding and receding. The sand is pale and studded with forgotten things—plastic shovels, crushed bottles of sunscreen, lost coins rusting in the sun. Ezra and Asher climb into Ezra’s car and Ezra plugs the keys into the ignition.

parker and asher talk and exchange phone numbers and then leave.

her voice sifts through her teeth, almost too quiet to distinguish from the noise of the wind and the birds and the pockets of speech and laughter that firework all around them. Familiarities crop up in places Asher wasn’t expecting to remember – the dimples in her cheeks when she smiles, the way one eye moves slightly slower than the other, the nervous twitch of her left arm. Things he never thought he gathered about her that still slipped in somehow.

and that's all for now! if you read through this entire update i love you and im sorry it was an entire fucking novel length all on its own.

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until next time,

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