#jess don't let me write ever again... pls

[onlyheluvsme]

˗ˏˋwritten i love you's´ˎ˗

how ellie says i love you for the first time — mdni, lowercase intended, suggestive, fluff, elliexfem!reader *ೃ༄ hi !! this is literally my first ever fic pls b kind !!

after spending the day on patrol, you and ellie met jesse and dina at the tipsy bison for drinks. It only took ellie two beers before her hands were all over you, standing behind your bar stool with her head in your neck and both hands rubbing your thighs.

"mmm.. can we go home?" she mumbled in your ear as you attempted to keep up with dina and jesse's conversation.

"babe we just got here" you giggled and turn your head forcing her to look at you. when all you received is an adorable pout in response you let out a giggle and let jesse and dina know they would have to see you guys tomorrow night.

"you two are fucking bunnies, get out of the damn honeymoon phase already" jesse laughed behind his beer mug.

"who said were doing that!" you huffed as ellie puts her coat on then yours zipping it to your nose.

"oh were doing that" ellie says over her shoulder as she pushes you two out the door.

you flopped down onto the bed next to ellie and turned your head to find her wiping her face of your cum with the back of her hand as she let out a huff of air. it had been hours since the two of you left the tipsy bison; hours spent on her face.

you both had a routine after sex, she would pull you into her chest or sometimes completely on top of her and you would guess the letters or words she would write on your bare back.

it had only been five months since she asked you to be her girlfriend and neither of you had gained the courage to say those three words yet. you both felt them, and obviously so, ellie spent every waking moment thinking about you. has she eaten? is she wearing her coat? jesse better be watching her on that damn horse.

"c'mere" ellie said and pulled you on top of her chest. you wrapped your arms around her sides and dig your head into her neck, kissing the warm spot below her ear, legs tangling. her hands immediately went to drawing shapes and figures on your back.

you closed your eyes, trying to make out the words. first they're simple figure eights, then loops until she accidentally tickles your side. after a few moments of giggles she let out a deep sigh, her mind going and starts again on your back. first she writes random words and you spell each letter with your lips into her neck as she writes them, she either corrects you or tells you to try again till you get it right.

after a pause with her hand a few inches above your back, she settles into her decision and begins the first letter on your back.

i

when you correctly repeat it back to her she corrects you continuing. you freeze when you feel the next few letters she draws shakily on your back.

l o v e

you don't whisper the confirmation in her ear but instead let her continue.

y o u

"i love you more" you whisper but barely get out before ellie is flipping the both of you over with both hands on your face. giggles erupted out of you as she began kissing every inch of your face.

"el!" you laugh

"i love you, i love you, fuck i love you" she said between kisses. her hands roaming from your hair, to your face, down your body. she had been waiting to tell you these words for so long now and it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

"and no you don't love me more" she said softly biting your ear.

"want me to prove it?" you brushed your lips softly back and forth against hers. ellie quickly bit onto your bottom lip using her knee to separate and untangle your legs.

"you can't prove it because it's not true" she spoke into your lips, her hands traveling down your stomach.

"watch" you giggle quickly flipping the two of you over and lower yourself down to the end of the bed.

[ellie masterlist]

[y2kas13]

You Will Be My Girl

fem!reader x ellie williams

A/N - I tried to leave this as neutral as possible aside from afab anatomy and fem pronouns and nicknames first time with something kinda smutty very self-indulging because I'm lonely lol enjoy and pls leave comments on what I can improve!

Hopping back into bed you slip back under the covers where a pair of loving arms are waiting for you. you snuggle closer into them and immediately feel a sense of relaxation, "finally your back I thought I was gonna have to go searching for you." a voice from behind you says with sarcasm evident in their voice. Rolling your eyes you turn towards the voice and move the covers of their face to reveal your girlfriend Ellie.

It hasn't been long since you two have been together, being merely mutual friends through Dina and Jesse you only saw each other in group settings. admittedly you thought she was cute but out of your league so you never said anything but to Ellie you were the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen. when she got the courage (aka being harassed by Dina to just do it) she asked you out and you happily said yes.

Now months later, you're in her bed at her dad's house while he's out. you really liked Mr. Miller though he insists you call him Joel since Mr makes him feel old. Ellie never misses the chance to say that he is. He's super chill and a pleasure to be around but luckily for you tonight he left out to hang with his brother Tommy.

"Umm earth to weirdo you staring." the comment snaps you out of your loving daze, slightly embarrassed you give her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "can't help it when a gorgeous girl has me in her bed." Ellie takes hold of your cheek and plants a kiss on your lips. taking hold of her cheek you deepen the kiss suddenly feeling like a quick peck isn't enough. it could never be enough with her.

"Careful don't start something you can't finish."

"Oh, I could definitely finish."

Instantly you're being pressed down to lay flat on your back with Ellie hovering above you. "are you sure about this? we haven't yet you know and I don't want you to do something your not ready for." Ellie's care for your well-being made your heart flutter. things like this make you fall head over heels for her again and again without fail.

"I'm ready Ellie promise, are you?" her lips are on yours giving you your answer without words. your hips meet each other and slowly start to dance with one another.

As you continue to make out her hand meets the top of your pajama shorts and stall there. "at any point you want to stop just tell me." her eyes meet yours serious but still gentle. "I promise el."

Her hands dip into your shorts and her fingers start to play over your clothed slit, you let out a low gasp from the sensation and you feel ellies smile on your shoulder.

"Now let's see how ready you are love."

AHHHHH omg that was actually really fun and was super easy to write (because it was short and stupid) BUT ANYWAYSSSS I really hope you enjoy if you want any more of Ellie or another character my ask box is always open!!!! I hope you enjoyed thank uuu

[teawithnosugar]

hi! pls will you write some angst for Ellie Williams x reader where Ellie finds out r knew about the hospital Joel situation!

Truth

Bff!Ellie x Reader

CW: angst/no comfort WORDS: 0.6k SYNOPSIS: You betray your best friend's trust SONG: Fear - Current Joys

"I don't want you to leave"

AN: I swear to god this is so short and rushed but I’m so tired and have more stuff to write 😭 don’t worry, I already have SO MANY ideas for a part 2

Ellie had been silent since she and Joel came back from Salt Lake City. It was unlike her, usually flowing with words, seeking excuses to catch a glimpse of your face or savor your laughter. But now she avoided you like a forbidden current.

Deep within, you sensed the reason, though denial stood firm. Maybe she was tired? Maybe she wasn’t feeling well? But all those feeble excuses faded from your mind once you caught Joel's sympathetic gaze from afar. Ellie was next to you on Shimmer while you were on your own horse, Nelly. It was the first time you’ve seen her in weeks, her presence fleeting—merely for the purpose of patrolling.

Your gaze fixed ahead, towards the slowly unfolding gate. Unease filled your being, keeping you still, your mind an empty canvas. It was only when Ellie clicked her tongue and Shimmer surged forth that you jolted back to reality, urging Nelly forward with a flick of the reins, trailing behind Ellie's lead.

Silence prevailed, your words reserved solely for deciding the path ahead. Never before had guilt whispered within you during those three years of settling in Jackson with Joel and Ellie. You convinced yourself that concealing the truth was for her own sake, that ignorance was her haven, enough to repel any twinge of remorse. But now that you saw how tired she was, and how quiet she was, the guilt came crashing down on you like heavy rain.

You soon found yourself with Ellie in the abandoned pharmacy, mindlessly putting loot into your duffel bag. You were thinking of a way to fix this, to get her to talk to you, to hear her laugh again. ‘You heard Dina and Jesse broke up again?’ ‘I helped the Tipsy Bison add some items to the menu’ ‘I had to tell that kid Gabe that I’m gay cause he confessed he liked me and I had to comfort him for a good 30 minutes cause he kept fucking cryi-���

Your thoughts were interrupted by your own yelp, an obnoxious clicking resonating in the air, and the forceful sensation of being toppled to the floor. You fought against the assault, realizing a clicker had found its way inside and attacked you. You tried to push it off you but it was strong. Ellie rushed to your aid, thrusting her knife into the infected's skull. You gasped as the blade's tip protruded through its furrowed brow before being withdrawn. You heaved heavily, panic slowly waning as you pushed away the limp body.

As calm settled within you, your gaze shifted to Ellie, standing tall above you, her brows knitted together in anger. “What the fuck? Pay attention to your goddamn surroundings,” she scolded. Her angry expression caused you to remember everything, and all of a sudden, tears welled up in your eyes and you let out a shaky “I’m sorry.”

Her gaze narrowed, a scoff escaping her lips. “Jesus it’s fine, no need to cry.” You shook your head frantically, getting up and grabbing her hand as she started to walk away. She looked at you, expression still hardened but a little confused.

“N-no, I’m…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry,” I said shakily, not talking about the clicker anymore, and from my tone, she immediately understood. She stayed silent, wrenching her arm from your grasp, grabbing the bag of loot from the floor and walking out the building and climbing Shimmer.

She gave you one last cold look, green eyes saying everything before she clicked her tongue and pulled the reins. She left you there to get back on your own.

That was the last time you two ever spoke about it.

[whore-era]

1-800-GIRLS

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: where ellie dials the wrong number and meets you instead. ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, mentions spitplay/breathplay/overstimulation, mentions sexual interactions with men, dirty talking, guided masturbation (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames (babygirl, sweet girl, pretty girl, pup, puppy) let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: i feel like this kinda sucked bc towards the end i kinda rushed it, but i couldn't shake this idea n knew i had to write it. hope u like it bbs<3 also thank u to my bestie @elskittie for helping me figure some things out w this fic ☁︎ word count: 4,463 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 2

phone call style story — reader is in italics, ellie is in bold.

monday, 12:45am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, hot stuff?

uhh.. i just wanted to order a pepperoni pizza..

oh yeah? you want something hot and ready? i have something hot and ready for you.

ummm..

you hear some shuffling in the background, "jess! i think you gave me the wrong number!" the person comes back on the line again.

this isn't papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

....do you want me to roleplay as papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

woah woah woah! roleplay?? who the fuck am i on the phone with?

this is sugar from 1-800-GIRLS.....a sex hotline...for you know? phone sex.

PHONE SEX?? you hear the girl's voice yell in the background, "jesse! you ass! you gave me the number to a phone sex hotline!"

"does she sound hot?"

"well yeah, but—"

hey, you do know it's $1 a minute right? you've been on the line for almost 5 minutes, babe.

HUHH?? hell no..ok thanks sugar bear, or whatever. bye!

the line clicks off, and you shrug. sitting back in your bed to continue watching your favorite netflix show. you feel your work phone vibrate again, the name flashing 'bobby', a regular who frequents the hotline.

sighing and picking up your phone and holding it to your ear, you take a bite from your sandwich as you answer your 15th call this evening, "thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, big boy?"

tuesday, 2:12am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you tonight, cutie?

hey....sugar.. i just- er- wanted to apologize for yesterday. my buddy got your number confused with a pizza place we really wanted to try. didn't mean to sound rude last night.

it's no issue, babe. don't sweat about it.

.......

.......

soooo.... is that the only reason why you called?

ellie didn't want to admit that she was attracted to 'sugar's' voice and that she'd been thinking about it all day during class. but also, ellie was high as a fucking kite, which gave her the courage to even dial the number again anyways.

i— uh— well— how does this whole thing work?

what thing? the hotline?

yeah..

well, you call me, we have phone sex or talk or whatever, and then you hang up. again, it's a dollar a minute.

okay, okay, i get it. so we can just talk? about anything?

yeah, if you want to.

sick.

ellie takes another drag from her joint, before speaking again.

so, do you like doing this? being an operator or whatever?

you let out a laugh, which ellie caught.

specify what you mean by 'like'?

i mean— this is your job. do you enjoy doing it?

ehh...i guess.

c'mon. you can be honest with me.

well, being a sex hotline operator has it's downsides. obviously helping old men jack off gets a little weird sometimes — they have some unusual fetishes.

oh yeah? what's been the weirdest one so far?

uhhh..i have this one regular who has me pretend i'm a ghost. apparently, having sex with ghosts is a real turn on for him.

what the fuck. seriously?

mhm, it's true.

shit, dude....i don't think i could ever do what you do. i dunno how you can do it.

well when you have college tuition and rent to worry about, the downsides don't seem all that bad.

holy shit, you're in college? how old are you anyways?

19.

that's crazy. we're around the same age. i figured you were a bit older.

how 'bout you? how old are you?

21.

not bad not bad. you're way different from the clients i usually get.

yeah? how?

considering my usual clients are 40 to 60 year old men who are married with kids and have secret fetishes, i'd say you're out of my ballpark.

ellie laughs.

how do you know i'm not secretly an old, 57 year old man who's married to my wife janet with three kids? and i have a balloon fetish?

you let out a giggle, adjusting your sleep shorts as you lay back down on your bed, completely invested in your conversation with this girl.

well, how can i appease your balloon fantasies?

i'm just fuckin' with ya. definitely not a man and i have the more normal kinks and fetishes.

is that so? what are the 'normal' kinks and fetishes?

uhhhh....well i'm into bondage, i love tying girls up..i dunno, just seeing them open and vulnerable does something to me. i'm into breathplay, spitplay, overstimulation, and i'm definitely a dominant so—

all you could do was gape as the girl went on her tangent, listing off every kink she could think of. you gulped, suddenly getting a bit nervous from this topic of conversation. you were experienced in the field of phone sex, but actual sex was a totally different world you had no practice in.

so, how 'bout you sugar?

...uhhh....i'm a virgin actually.

the other girl went silent on the other side of the line.

what? but you work as a sex hotline operator.

oh yeah- but— hold on, i'm getting another call. i'll speak to you some other time.

you hung up and threw your work phone across your bed, laying your head down on your pillows. talking to men was so much easier for you, so why do you get all caught up when you talk to a girl?

it was nearly 3:30am, so you decided to turn in and call it a night, mentally preparing yourself for a busy day tomorrow.

wednesday, 11:45am

sitting next to professor adams, patiently waiting for the students to turn in their quizzes, you try to focus on the text of your 'philosophy 101' book.

you were grateful that professor adams gave you the opportunity to be his teacher's assistant for a little bit of extra cash, and you weren't complaining either. the tasks he gave you were easy for a mere $16 an hour. still, it wasn't enough to support all of your bills, so you couldn't drop the hotline gig.

"and time! everyone hand your quizzes in to my TA, regardless if you finished or not," professor announced. all the students shuffled towards the front, handing you their quizzes as you neatly put them in a small pile.

"ah shit— let me put the date on that," a girl, with a very familiar voice spoke. looking up, you're greeted with the most attractive girl you've seen in your life. she had brunette hair and green eyes, with a small scar on her right brow. was this..? no, it couldn't be. that would be insane.

handing you the paper, her hand brushes against yours. you look down at her quiz, seeing in messy, scribbled black ink the name ellie williams.

slinging her backpack on one arm, she heads out the door, "jesse! wait up for me!"

leaving you in a daze, you were completely speechless by the idea that one of your new, favorite clients from your nighttime job is actually a student at your university.

saturday, 1:45am → 1:14:34 ongoing call with 401-890-6798 (cranston, RI)

thanks, sugar. will be calling you again at the same time next week.

no problem, sir. goodnight. dream of me.

sure will, babygirl.

the line clicks as the older man hangs up, and you shudder a bit, feeling uncomfortable after having to roleplay as a ghost, again.

sighing heavily, you place your work phone on your desk and pick up your real phone, opening instagram and scrolling on your feed as you mindlessly snack on some gummy bears.

you double tap to like some of your friends pictures, wishing you were out at a party, drinking some lukewarm beer and dancing with your girls to the latest tiktok hits.

but instead you were cooped up in your apartment, dirty talking old men through their fantasies and bearing witness to their guttural groans and masturbation. it was a shame that friday and saturday nights were your busiest evenings.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you ponder for a moment, your finger hovering over the instagram search bar.

fuck it, you thought, typing 'ellie williams' and hitting search.

the username @_elliewilliams pops up, and bingo. it was the same girl from professor adams class.

luckily her profile was public, so you take your time carefully combing through her instagram account, mindful not to accidentally like her posts or anything.

ellie's feed consisted of smoking weed, eating out, and hanging with her friends, jesse and dina. there were only two selfies she had posted — one of her and an older gentleman and one mirror picture of her in a grey hoodie and a light brown canvas jacket that made her look so good.

the ringing from your work phone caught you off guard, causing you to jump in your chair and exit out of the instagram app. you take a look at the number, and speak of the devil, it was ellie herself. she was the only jackson number that ever contacted you.

saturday, 2:10am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, sugar speaking. what can i do for you, handsome?

hey, sugar. just wanted to apologize for how our last conversation went. i probably pushed a boundary or something— i'm not sure if you're supposed to talk about personal things with customers— so, i'm sorry.

you let out a soft laugh.

why is it when you call me, you're always apologizing?

'cause i'm a fuck up, that's why.

nooo, that's not true. besides, don't worry about it. your question just caught me off guard, you know? never had clients ask things about me before i guess.

ahh, gotcha. so...were you busy before i called?

you shake your head, even though she was on the phone and couldn't see you.

uh, not really. my line doesn't usually get busy until...12 midnight ish.. it slows down by like 2 am though. how about you? what are you up to this friday night?

i just got back home from a party. business was slow and it was getting boring, so i dipped.

business? what business?

ah— well—

ellie silently cursed to herself, not wanting to scare you away with her current occupation.

if i tell you what i do, promise you won't get freaked out or anything?

you're talking to a phone sex hotline operator. don't worry.

you can hear her laugh from the other end.

well, fuck it, cat's out of the bag. i deal weed on campus and shit.

ahhh. i like that. is that how you can afford the minutes you spend calling me?

yup. i can stay on the phone for hours if we wanted.

maybe you'll be my only customer.

i wouldn't complain.

speaking of customers, do you want me to save your number under a specific name or nickname or anything? since i'm assuming you're gonna be a regular?

trying to confirm if it was indeed ellie you were speaking with, you sat on the edge of your chair, anxiety building in your belly.

what nicknames do your clients usually pick?

uhhh. master, sir, king, mister, alpha— umm and daddy.

something stirred inside ellie hearing that last nickname roll off your tongue.

you could just put me down as ellie.

got it.

what do i call you? do i just keep calling you sugar?

well, you're a customer. you can call me anything you like, but, for formalities and privacy, i can only tell you my hotline nickname — sugar.

okay, okay, that makes sense. you're not really allowed to have any personal or close relationships with clients, huh?

no, not really. mostly for safety purposes.

ellie was a little disappointed to know that she wouldn't be able to get to know the girl she was talking to beyond calling on the phone. she already felt herself getting attached. your voice was alluring and enticing, and she couldn't help but want to hear it more, and possibly put a name and face to who it belonged to.

but, i could bend the rules a little if i really wanted to.

yeah? let's see about that.

saturday, 4:45 am → 2:43:03 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

oh my god! did you and your ex get caught??

you were enamored with ellie. the way she could keep a conversation going and the stories she told — you didn't wanna hang up.

no, no, no, luckily we hid behind a dumpsters before the cops could catch us. it's hilarious thinking about it now, but we were dumbass 18-year-olds back then.

you both were in fits of laughter, your belly aching and tears watering in the corners of your eye.

as you calmed down, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking a question that's been racking on your mind.

so, how long were you and your ex together?

uhhhh, about 2 years.

ohhh okay........are you seeing anyone right now?

ellie lets out a laugh, and you can hear her smile, even through the phone.

why? who's asking?

well, i was just— uhh—

i'm just fuckin' with you. nah, i'm not seein' anyone right now. single af.

okay, okay. good to know.

how 'bout you?

nope. i'm single too.

seriously?? how?

i dunno. just never found the right person i guess. also, working for this hotline has made me lose hope for relationships in general, some of these dudes call me and say all this stuff — while having a whole wife and family at home.

i think you're looking in the wrong place then. try talking to people at school or going out to parties—

can't. if i'm not doing homework or studying, i'm working and doing this. i gotta make a living somehow.

ellie couldn't help but feel bad, knowing if she could, she'd support you full time and take that weight off your shoulders.

hmm, maybe you'll meet someone who could support you and take care of your bills and stuff.

oh? where would i find that? sounds too good to be true.

maybe they're closer to you than you think.

your breath hitched in your throat, unsure of what to say next.

i— uh— i have to go. it's 5am.

oh— uh— yeah. of course. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

sunday, 11:37pm → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

hey.

hey. where's your usual greeting?

you're not a usual customer, so i think we're past that now, ellie.

ellie's heart thumped in her chest hearing you say her name.

good. anyways, what are you up to tonight?

just studying for a quiz tomorrow morning. how about you?

smoking, just finished some homework.

what class was it for?

uhhh, just this calculus class.

you clamped your mouth shut, suppressing a gasp. it was for professor adams class.

....uhhh, i could never get calculus. it's so hard.

yeah? maybe one night i can tutor you.

i'd be a terrible student.

i think you'd be the perfect student. i can teach you, i got you.

you couldn't help but think there was another meaning behind her words, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions. it would be embarrassing if you got her message all wrong.

what's your quiz on anyways?

energy transfer between cells, it's for biology.

i know a thing or two about that. here— why don't we do this, just explain to me what you know and we'll go from there.

okay, i can do that.

you and ellie spent the next two and a half hours talking about cell function and energy transfer and everything else in between, with her correcting you and adding in important things you missed.

alright, sugar, i think you're ready for this quiz tomorrow.

you think so?

i know so. you're such a smart girl.

there she goes again, praising you.

uh, th-thanks.

don't worry, okay? i know you'll do great.

a smile curls on your lips, flustered from all her support.

you should get some sleep, so you can be focused and ready for tomorrow.

m'kay. thank you, ellie, for all your help.

of course. always. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

monday, 5:32pm → 45:21 ongoing call with mister j (corpus christi, TX)

yeah, babe? you want me to fuck your tight ass?

mhm, yes mister.

c'mon. beg, sugar.

please. fuck my tight hole, mister j.

ah, hell.

you can hear his belt buckle clanging, and the soft buzz of a zipper.

what's wrong with 'ya tonight, sugar? you're bein' a real buzzkill, 'ya know that? fuckin' turnin' me off and makin' me soft.

i-i'm sorry, mister j. please, jus—

yea, yea, save it. we'll jus' try 'gain tomorrow.

the line clicks on the other end. tossing your work phone on your desk, you fall back on your bed and stuff your face in your pillow. weeping into the plush material, you let yourself fall apart and break down.

but your sobbing session is cut short as you can hear the familiar ring of your work phone.

wiping your tears, you walk over to your desk and answer.

monday, 5:45pm → 00:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

thanks for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's suga-

woah, woah, woah are you crying?

e-ellie?

yeah, baby, it's me. sounds like you're crying. what's going on? talk to me.

today was just a really, really bad day and then i opened my hotline a little early and one of my first clients just lashed out on me because i wasn't responding the way he wanted me to and—

you sniffle.

— and i'm just really stressed out by everything going on in my life right now.

i'm sorry. i wish there was something i could do— someway i could comfort you or take the weight off.

i-it's fine, ellie. talking to you is making it a little better.

ellie was silent for a moment, thinking carefully and planning her next moves accordingly.

do you trust me?

....y-yea, of c-course. why?

i'm gonna help you ease the tension. okay?

okay.

first of all, where are you?

i-in my room, sitting at my desk.

okay. go lay down on your bed.

with your phone pressed to your ear, you pick up your legs and stride over to your bed, laying down on the fluffy, material of your blanket.

okay, i'm on my bed.

good. what are you wearing?

foreseeing the direction this phone call was heading in, apprehension builds in your stomach.

ellie, you really don't have to-

hey, i want to help you. if that's okay with you. if not, we could talk about something instead.

biting your lip, you fold.

i-i'm okay with it, but i-i've never��� played with myself with a customer before. i don't really do anything with myself even when i'm not working anyways.

that's okay. don't think of me as a customer, think of me as a...teacher. i got you, remember?

okay.

good girl. now, what are you wearing?

uh.. a tank top and shorts.

cute. take them off.

gulping, you follow her orders, shimmying out of your top and shorts.

done?

mhm.

good. so obedient.

i want you to rub your boobs for me. rub your nipples, pull on them, just feel the skin under your hand for me, baby.

rubbing the soft skin along your breast, and tugging on your hardened nipples, you bite your lip, savoring the way your body feels under your touch.

how does it feel?

feels good.

bet it does.

ellie couldn't stop her mind from imagining you, on your bed, perfectly naked. and how she'd give everything up, just to sneak a peek.

now, i want you to just rub your hands against the sensitive parts of your body. be slow and gentle, we're not rushing anything.

as your hands drift from your neck, down to the hills of your breasts, and to the edge of your panties, ellie speaks through the line again.

doesn't it feel nice, baby?

mhm.

wish i could be there, to watch you, touching your pussy.

you instinctively clamp your thighs, feeling heat rush to your core.

alright, take your panties off. slowly.

you slowly peel the piece of material off, looking at the small, wet spot that formulated on your underwear.

okay, they're off.

such a good girl, following my every command.

you gulp, her nickname for you sending shivers up your spine.

slowly feel the skin on your legs. stroke your inner thighs, tease yourself a little.

hanging off on her every word, you let out a shaky breath, the heat in your cunt growing only bigger and bigger.

god, i wish i can be there to see this right now. bet you look so good, thighs spread apart, pussy all wet— all because of me.

i- i'm aching. i need more, ellie.

i know, baby, i know. i wish i can help you more. if it were up to me, i'd have you bent over your desk, taking you from the back. fuck.

your mind drifts to that image, of her fucking you, taking you as hers. a stream of your slick begins to leak out from your pussy. god, you wanted her so bad.

slide a finger between your pussy, baby. let me hear how wet you are.

spreading your thighs apart, the tip of your fingers slips in between the folds of your pussy lips, the slick sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room. loud enough for ellie to hear.

fuuuuuck.

i-

you tried to speak, but it comes out sounding like a pathetic whimper. ellie's brain was going insane, she couldn't believe where she had you, writhing from her mere words.

go ahead, pretty girl. rub slow circles on your clit.

the pads of your pointer and middle finger gently rub steady, figure 8's against your hardened nub. closing your eyes, you imagined ellie, and how it was her hand instead of yours. the thought had you panting, faint breaths releasing from your parted lips.

your pussy sounds so wet, holy shit. you sound so fucking good for me. so fucking perfect.

as your fingers continue massaging on your sopping, wet clit, a pool of wetness gathers right below your ass.

how does it feel, baby?

f-feels amazing, ellie.

you let out a low whimper.

i wish you were here.

me too, pup. me too.

you can hear her heavy breaths from the other end of the phone.

i wish i could be there, kissing your neck. trailing my lips down to suck on your nipples. fuuck, wanna taste every inch of your skin. i wanna feel your pussy tighten around my fingers.

you let out another pitiful moan, only to hear ellie curse under her breath again.

rub your pussy faster for me, angel. imagine it's me, pumping my fingers in and out. would daddy's pretty girl like that?

you couldn't respond. all you could let out was these weak whines, yearning for ellie and her touch. you added a third finger, building onto the pressure and picking up the speed.

your moans sound so pretty. wonder how'd they sound when you're taking my strap. gonna have you cry out my name, yeah? isn't that right?

mhm, yes, daddy.

good. that's what daddy likes to hear, such a polite girl.

with your eyes rolling back, you could feel your orgasm building.

i-i'm gonna— ellie, i—

you gonna cum for me, puppy? huh? c'mon, rub faster, baby. i know you have a little bit more left in you.

your fingers speed up, the sound of your wetness gushing out reverberated in ellie's ear.

oh my god, daddy can i? please? can i—

arching your back, you knew you were close. the feeling was getting to be too much and you were about to fall over the edge.

look at my baby, so respectful and asking permission. come on, pretty puppy. cum for daddy. let daddy hear how good she made you feel.

that was it. letting out a penetrating moan, you rode your orgasm out and finished all over your fingers, making a mess. you were heaving, chest rapidly rising and falling.

god, i made a mess.

oh, yeah? do one more thing for me. suck your fingers clean. puppies clean up their messes.

monday, 8:57pm → 3:01:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

after your little self-care session with ellie, she took it upon herself to get your mind off of today's events, filling your conversation with stories and interesting topics.

oh, forgot to ask, what'd you end up getting on that biology quiz?

ughhh, i got a 65 out of 100. one of the reasons why i was so upset today.

seriously? how?

i don't know! i asked professor gonzalez and she told me that i was focusing on the wrong thi-

wait, did you just say professor gonzalez? holy shit, you're taking biology 201 with professor g? do you fucking go to school at university of wyoming? in jackson?

oh shit, you didn't mean for that to slip out.

i— uh— i have to go—

wait! sugar! please. hear me out.

you stay silent, waiting for what she had to say.

if we really do go to the same campus, please, let's meet up. i really want to see you.

.....why?

i just— i love talking to you. spending hours with you on the phone is what i look forward to when i get home. besides, i really want to take you out, on a date.

you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.

listen, if you want to see me too, meet me at the library in building B, by the comic book section. okay? tomorrow at 1pm.

....

i really hope you come.

the line clicks off, and you spend the rest of the night restless, tossing and turning, debating whether or not to see her tomorrow.

tuesday, 2:50pm

ellie eagerly checked her phone again, bouncing her knee in distress. her mind was running rampant — fuck, she's not gonna come. maybe jesse was right. maybe i was wasting my time.

looking up for the 80th time, she scans the comic book section, seeing no one else but some dude with his face buried in a wonder woman comic.

as ellie gets up from her chair, she turns her head, and she freezes.

there you were, looking like an angel who entered from the garden of eden. ellie's heart sped up, seeing her girl standing before her. you were everything she could've imagined and better.

walking slowly towards the brunette, you brush a piece of hair from your face, and smile meekly.

"hi ellie, it's me."

pls let me know how this fic was, i tried out a new writing style & read pt 2 here <3

[leossmoonn]

was reading the domestic prompt list and this one stood up like a sore thumb to me because of how much it reminds me of jess mariano, so i guess this is me, again, requesting a skinny dipping about the absolute love of my life with the following prompt:

" sender quotes a poem that reminds them of reciever "

i'm sorry if my requests are annoying, i try to not request too much so that i don't bother you, but this just seemed so sweet <3

No bc your requests make me so happy. I hope you know I appreciate them. Never ever feel like you’re annoying me please. You never do! And send in as many as you want. Trust me. Like this one anon, Jess, and you are like the only ppl actively participating in this celebration and it’s making me happy 😭

I love this one! I needed to find the write poem but I think did :)

Also I don’t own this poem pls don’t report me

————

“You didn’t have to get me this,” Jess says as he holds up a first edition copy of “Oliver Twist”. “Oh, but I did,” you grin. “You wouldn’t stop talking about how much you’ve loved the book since you were a kid when we were first going together. I’m sorry that it took me so long to get it, though, you would not believe —”

Jess shuts you up with a kiss. He cradles the back of your head with his free hand, his lips molding with yours and kissing yours sweetly. You hum contently against him, scooting on the couch and towards his lap. He sets the book down and the present wrapping paper, making room for you. You softly climb into his lap, cupping both sides of his face. You pull away slightly, pecking his lips and smiling as you do so. Jess mirrors your smile, hugging you tightly against him and attacking your neck with kisses. You giggle and yelp, weakly fighting against Jess, not really wanting to him to stop. He pulls away after a few moments, resting his hands on your thighs.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says. “Of course, Jesse,” you beam.

“I have gifts for you, too,” he says. “Oh, plural?” you raise your brows. Jess nods, reaching down to the side of the couch and picking up one of them. “I hope you like this one. I spent lots of money on it,” he says. You roll your eyes. “Way to make me feel guilty if I don’t like to.” Jess gives you a “really” look and you laugh, pecking his nose. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. You know that,” you say. You begin to unwrap the present, your face lighting up as you see a signed CD of your favorite band. “Oh, my gosh, Jess! How much was this?”

He shrugs, “couple hundred. But all worth it.” You gasp, your eyes flickering back and forth to him and the CD. “Thank you so much. I… wow… I don’t know how I can thank you enough.”

“No need,” he shakes his head. “You deserve it.” You smile and kiss him lovingly, grabbing his collar and pressing yourself close to him. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” “I love you, too, baby,” he hums. He leans against the couch, “let me give you your other gift, okay?” You nod excitedly, waiting for him to grab another wrapped present, but instead he pulls a piece of paper out of his jean jacket. You watch him intently, seeing his face turn pink and him shyly look away.

“This is a, uh, poem that reminds me of you. I hope you like it,” he says. “It’s called, “She Walks In Beauty” by George Gordon.” he clears his throat before speaking. “She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that’s best of dark and bright. Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impaired the nameless grace. Which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o’er her face; where thoughts serenely sweet express, how pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tell of days in goodness spent, a king at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent.”

He shyly meets your gaze, relieved to see you smiling widely. “D-Did you like it?” he asks. “Are you kidding? That was beautiful! I’ve never had a guy read a poem to me, especially one that they thought reflected me. It was so perfect, Jess. I-I’m so lucky. I love you so much,” you gush. You crash your lips onto his, kissing him deeply. You pull away, resting your forehead on his. “You have no idea how special that was. Thank you, Jess.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his smile getting wider by the second. “Yes, yes. You’re the best, Jess. I’ll never forget this,” you confirm.

“Good. I was afraid it would be too weird.”

“Not at all! In fact… can I have a video of you saying it? Just so I can watch it when I’m sad or sick… or mad at you,” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes, “please, no.” You pout, “I guess all those nice things about me in that poem didn’t matter, anyways.”

Jess groans, “fine, fine. Only so you don’t think I don’t love you.” You clap your hands and peck his lips. “Make sure to be as emotional as you were.”

Jess signs and nods, watching as you run to your kitchen to retrieve your camera. “I wouldn’t dream of me being anything else.”

[koitrash]

I like your voice

Okay this is my first ellie fanfic and i'm a sucker for slow burn so these r gonna b long ;D also first time posting any of my work so bear w me pls! This is purely self indulgent, i just wanted to write about smoking with Dina and Ellie LMFAO Also ive already written the second part so i might post that later Also not proof read cos i'm lazy :P

You've only arrived in Jackson about a year ago. You really only keep to yourself but you and Jesse immediately hit it off. Becoming close, Jesse needs help with trying to talk to Dina so he makes you his wingman. And somehow you've gotten yourself stuck in the middle of a smoke sesh with two hot girls.

Paring: Ellie x Fem reader

Warnings: Slight cursing

Word count: 1.9k

Jackson

You loved Jackson. It was like your little heaven on earth. In a world full of chaos and hate Jackson was the most wonderful thing you've ever laid eyes on. There was no fight for your life everyday. No dread for where you were going to sleep every night. No need to hoard water or food because you don't know the next time you'll come across something actually edible. They had fresh food. Electricity. Structure. They had cute town meetings. Little seasonal dances. They had a farm, fresh produce. They had schools. They had bars.

So why the hell were you outside Jackson right now?

You weren't excited to do patrols but Jesse convinced you to keep your skills sharp. Jesse was your best friend. You loved that man to the moon and back. Ever since he gave you a tour of Jackson a year ago he was the most gentle human being you've ever met. He could fully be doing the bare minimum but that felt like home in a world like this. But man did he work your last nerves.

You thought back to your conversation as you stared holes into the back of the black haired girl's head just a few feet in front of you.

"You should really get to know Dina. She's honestly amazing." You watched Jesse as he lugged a stack of hay in a not-so-neat pile of more hay.

"Puh-lease" You popped your P in exaggeration. "You're so in love with that girl, it's honestly disgusting."

He stopped and stared at you for a moment. Poker face on 9000. You were honestly a little nervous he would accuse you of being jealous. Nothing made you scrunch your nose and wrinkle your features more than the thought of someone mistaking your platonic love for something more... romantic. Although Jesse was easy on the eye you can't exactly say he's your type.

Jesse's shoulders surprisingly sagged as he let out an exasperated sigh. "It's that obvious huh?" You let out a belly laugh at the comical face he wore. It was so obvious, how did he even think for a second it wasn't?

"Jesse come on man- seriously?" You chuckled as you nudged his shoulder.

Whipping around you he looked you square in the face. "Come on Y/n I need an inside wing man!" He cried as he shook your shoulders.

You let your head bobble back and forth as he shook you. A soft smile still playing on your lips. "What about that Ellie chick? Isn't she your friend?"

He grumbled as he let you go and continued walking straight. It took you a second to unscramble your thoughts as the tall man shook them all out of you. "What was that?" You leaned your head over like a curious puppy. Why was he talking so low anyways?

"Ellie won't help me for shit" He grumbled out again. You chucked. "And why is that?"

"I personally think it's because she has a crush on her too." You mentally noted that you really needed to see this Dina chick that everyone is so obsessed with.

"But she says I never returned her favorite comic book she let me borrow." He continued, face now scrunched like he's in deep thought.

"That's it? Just give it back to her, no need for me to get involved." You marched forward grabbing a crate of veggies. You needed to take them over to the Tipsy Bison before the sun went down or Seth would get upset again. You fucking hated that guy. Every time you were late to bring him something he would tell Maria about it. Getting her on your ass was the last thing you wanted.

You glanced back at Jesse now looking incredibly guilty. Your shoulders slouched in defeat knowing exactly what happened.

"You lost it." get a load of this dude. You thought to yourself.

"It's on my to-do list to find her another one okay!"

"Well no wonder she won't help you! She likes her too and you lost her favorite book!?" You would equally be hesitant to help if you were in her shoes.

"Come on, just go on one patrol with them! You'll probably end up liking her as much as I do!"

You didn't necessarily dislike meeting new people. You just didn't see the point of making new friends. Sure you were friendly to everyone but you really only had one friend. Jesse. You didn't need to hang out with him everyday but doing patrols with him was nice. You were a very capable person yourself but he was an excellent fighter. There was little to no fear you weren't returning home.

Either way you felt more than one friendship was draining. You live in a zombie apocalypse.. There's seriously no reason for more than one friend. You watched your older brother die for you as you were left alone. Wondering place to place. You learned it's better off to be by yourself. No one to disappoint you. No one to cry over when they inevitably died. It was the circle of life in this fucked up world.

Jackson didn't have many casualties on patrols. But accidents happen. Not everyone is as capable as you or Jesse. You'd say they had about 2 casualties a week from patrols which is pretty good odds for a zombie ruled world.

You arrived at your destination, snapping you out of your thoughts. Jesse opened the door as you thanked him and pushed past. Humid thick hot air greeted your face and you scrunch your nose. It was warm out but it was so cramped in here the air was gross. It was sundown and everyone was finishing their assignments for the day. Filing into the small bar after a long day's work. You pushed through the crowd to see Maria and Seth talking.

"See Seth, she's on time today." Maria said, glancing back at the man. He scoffed and mumbled something along the lines of 'about time'. Man this dude always struck a nerve with you. You set the crate on the bar, shoving it at him and aggressively swinging around to try to find Jesse again.

"Wait Y/n!" You heard Maria call at you. You glanced back to see Seth holding 2 neatly wrapped sandwiches in his hand. You couldn't believe it. This ass was trying to be nice?

"Thank you Y/n '' He mumbled, setting the sandwiches on the counter. You can't say you were hungry but you took them anyway. Pivoting around without a word to find Jesse again. Which contrary to his height was surprisingly hard. It even crossed your mind that he left for a second.

You hear an angelic bark of laughter to the right of you, close to the door. You squint to see Jesse standing awkwardly by two girls who, from the looks of it, just entered the bar. Both Shorter than him, one with black wavy hair in a ponytail and the other with brown locked back into a sloppy bun. You approached them sticking the 2 sandwiches out in front of him. "Sandwiches." You mumbled glancing at the two girls now eyeing you like a piece of meat. You retreated slightly behind him as he grabbed the food from your hand.

"Y/n I'd like you to meet Dina and Ellie." He side stepped so he was no longer your shield. You mentally cursed him out as you nodded your head at them. You wouldn't say you were shy but you certainly didn't like meeting the people Jesse has been pressuring you to befriend.

"Y/n" You politely repeated your name to them with a soft smile.

"Hi!" The black haired girl chirped. "I'm Dina and this is Ellie." She gestured to herself then the girl next to her. You glanced at them both paying more attention to Dina since she's the talk of the town. She was pretty alright. You can certainly see why Jesses got a crush on her. She wore nicely fit jeans, sporting a mauve t-shirt. Her side burns poked out of her ponytail and she honestly had a smile that would light up the room. You felt this glowing confidence beside her. Unlike the girl, Ellie, standing next to her.

She looked awkward and shy. She had traces of a smile played on her lips and freckles that you could trace consolations on. You swore God himself actually came down and placed that beauty mark under her eye. Not to mention her eyes were beautiful. The prettiest shade of green you'd ever seen. If it wasn't for the fact that she's staring bullets into your head right now you would have fallen in love with that cold glare. Ellie wore a brown flannel rolled up at the sleeve with a white tee underneath. It looked amazing on her and quite frankly made you feel a bit insecure about what you were wearing as you judged every aspect of their clothing. You didn't look bad but you were working all day and definitely didn't look the best.

"Hi nice to meet you." Ellie croaked out. And if you were being honest with yourself it felt like you was just shot by fucking cupid. Her voice was the best medley to your ears. It was so smooth. You can't explain why but you felt this warmness in your heart as soon as she spoke. Man you need to get laid soon because this is ridiculous. All she did was say hi, jesus christ get it together y/n.

"Wait... y/n..." Dina said as she twisted her face in concentration.

"She's the one going on patrol with you guys tomorrow." Jesse chirped as he gleamed at you. You could seriously punch him in his throat right now. You knew you were going on patrol tomorrow. What you didn't know was that it was with them. Jesse was the coordinator for patrols and you frankly just assumed you were going with him like you always do.

"Three people on one patrol?" Ellie spoke up this time.

"Well this would be both you and y/n's first route on the back trails. Exceptions were made." Jesse shrugged.

That cunning fuck knew what he was doing. You squint your eyes at him hoping he would feel you drilling holes into his head.

"Well Y/n, you'll love this route! It's one of my favorites, I can't wait to show you guys." Dina beamed, turning your attention to her. You politely smiled at her before taking a deep breath in.

"Yeah, I'm super excited." You said tightly as you moved past them towards the door. "I, uhh gotta go... clean up my... porch?" You said nodding at them and pushing past the heavy doors. As soon as your skin hit the fresh outside air you closed your eyes taking a deep breath. Why in the world would Jesse make you patrol with someone else!!? Why would he leave out the fact that Ellie was the hottest girl you've ever laid your eyes on!? God this air felt like water in a desert.

"Don't worry about it too much Y/n!" You heard Jesse's voice behind you as he smacked your back pushing you forward slightly. You swiveled around punching him square in the arm.

"You got some fucking nerve." You chuckled now stuck on a patrol with 2 random hot girls.

"Go home and get some rest, Soldier! You've got a long day tomorrow!" He chirped, excited at the new information that was soon to come. His plan was finally set in motion. You scoffed and headed home as he started in the other direction.

"And don't be late!" He shouted now far enough that you could squish him in between your fingers.

This was going to be hell.

Ahhh thanks for making it this far!!! Thank you so much for reading get ready for part 2 it's a whopping 3k words long so that's fun

[castielsupernatural]

im cheating and sending u the same numbers that you sent me because theyre like, the best questions okay 1, 2, 15, 19 KISSES

hiiiiii bestie my answers aren't nearly as interesting as yours sadly, i could NEVER be as well read as you. this got long so the tldr is don't listen to me for book recs just go to jess :)

1. book you’ve reread the most times?

technically it’s probably twilight but let’s say it’s not, and in that case let’s say it’s the raven boys by maggie stiefvater. it’s definitely my most heavily annotated book and i tend to date my annotations and well there’s just a lot of them

2. top 5 books of all time?

i’m gonna do a fiction list and a nonfiction list and again be nice bc i’m not super well read 😭😭 also in no particular order

fiction:

catching fire by suzanne collins sorry i’m a slut for the second book in a series

a gathering of shadows by v.e. schwab see above

the dream thieves by maggie stiefvater sigh. see above

six of crows by leigh bardugo

the secret history by donna tartt sorry women

nonfiction:

dark waters: flood and redemption in the city of masterpieces by robert clark

the power broker: robert moses and the fall of new york by robert caro

the line becomes a river: dispatches from the border by francisco cantù

dopesick: dealers, doctors, and the drug company that addicted america by beth macy

unsettling truths: the ongoing, dehumanizing legacy of the doctrine of discovery by mark charles and soong-chan rah sorry for listing a book on religion. also if these guys names mean anything to you pls do NOT look at me

15. recommend and review a book

ok ok gonna do my fave nonfiction i've read recently and some of you have been unlucky enough to hear me talk about it but it's the power broker by robert caro, it's a 1,200+ page brick of a nonfiction book published in the 1970's as a biography of robert moses and just new york city infrastructure in general. i read a lot of nonfiction and honestly a lot of the writing is just bad even if the content is interesting but this was seriously one of the most well-written pieces of work i've ever read and it completely changed the way i think about local government. some fun excerpts and all my notes:

granted, part of the fun was i read it with my dad and we had a lot of fun bonding over it, but still! it's been such a cool foundation for other works on urban studies, too - i recently finished davarian l baldwin's in the shadow of the ivory tower: how universities are plundering our cities and there was a whole chapter on new york that i felt really well-equipped to engage with

19. most disliked popular books?

ok not to be one of those ppl that are like teehee i hated it before it was problematic but genuinely i never got the hype about harry potter. i think the problem is i read them out obscenely out of order and probably just a little too young (i started with the order of the phoenix when i was 10) but nevertheless i've just never cared. more recently i read the midnight library and i was so unimpressed i was this could've just been a supernatural episode we didn't have to do all this

book asks <3

[harnessyourhoping]

hi i keep rereading ur jess/rory fic and it’s so so good the characterisation is superb chefs kiss

so if u ever need any motivation getting back into writing it pls let me know i will do anything ANYTHING

i honestly can't believe people actually like the jessrory fic? like it was just a bunch of cutesy scenes with 0 actual plot and like SO MANY errors bc i never edited or even read anything before/after posting lmao but!!!!! thank you xoxoxoxo

i honestly don't think that i'll be finishing the fic any time soon bc i have absolutely no time, but i might pick it up again in late may ? no promises tho im sorry!!! <3333

[nabrizoya]

CONGRATS SAI!!! YOU DESERVE SO MANY MORE!! For the asks, 2 for Jesse, 3 since I'm curious, 4 bc why not, annnnnd I hate pineapples unless they're on pizza so sue me (only complaint is that I don't see enough of you on my dash

Idk about pineapple on pizza bro. I’ve never had it myself so Idk what that tastes like lmao. There’s something called pineapple bread so you should try it out. It is mhmmmm. Delicious. 

(ignore typos pls i’m half asleep as i write this lmao)

Ah, Mr. Jesse Blackthorn. The love of my life. What can I say about this guy? I’ve talked so much about him, it’s become kinda hard to compactly summarise his character into a few lines. But his kindness despite the tragic childhood he has had is what really makes me like him the best. Do I dislike anything about him? Nothing really and I don’t think I could either. 

As for moral questioning: here’s the thing though. Jesse is NOT a goody two shoes and I have my bets on how dark he can become in the upcoming books. In fact, I personally want it like that and still battle his morality there. He’s nice so far, but there’s pent up rage in him as every child who is mourning the loss of his childhood does. I want this rage to manifest into something darker. Give me kind characters who will go absolutely feral when things do not go the correct way. I also do not think Jesse will have any space for trial and error or will carelessly make a mistake because he’s kinda very meticulous. He isn’t impulsive but he’s knows how to calculate danger. And if he has all the information, this dude is going places (and bonkers too). 

Let’s also not forget that Jesse is Julian Blackthorn’s ancestor. He’s going big or going home if the circumstance ever presents itself. He’s going to lose his shit and I’m still gonna give my life for him. Also I think we all, in our own ways, love emotionless Julian, don’t we? There’s something beautiful in anger; Emma and Julian depict it well enough. 

3. (I kinda regret writing this ask thingy bc I don’t want to study yikes). Aaah, what do I write about? 

So, this is from Economics. There’s a concept called Opportunity Cost. It means that it the next best alternative that you have sacrificed in order to do the other thing. Why is this important in Economics? 

Economics is the study of managing resources of a household, a company, a business or an entire country. Now, the main goal of economizing resources is to make sure that is:

less wastage

less cost 

maximum benefit. 

And this is kinda hard to achieve because the resources are:

scarce/ very less

these less resources can already be put to billion uses 

and the human wants are unlimited

Economics is all about choice. What are the things that a country/individual must prioritize and in order for that to be done, what other alternative is being forgone/sacrificed. In context of a country, it is explained by a Production Possibility Curve, which, true to its name, shows the graphs of only two commodities (hypothetically, for understanding reasons) that a country will prioritize to produce so that it is beneficial to all parties. 

I can explain this is further detail but we’ll be here for a long time. All you need to know that while I have two choices or two things that I have prioritized i.e. wasting time on tumblr and actually studying, I have given more importance to costing the opportunity called studying thereby sabotaging my exams lmao what’s new. 

Want me to give you a better example? Prioritizing sleeping and binging Buzzfeed Unsolved the whole day? Guess which one I chose and did not sleep for five continuous days because I was a wuss and got spooked lmao it true crime and it was still scary oh god. 

So, the opportunity cost basically means that there’s opportunity and benefit from both the things that I have chosen to do, but I’m just costing one of them to avail greater benefit than the other. 

(Did you even understand a thing lmao?) 

So yeah, don’t ask me what opportunity I saw in wasting time on tumblr over studying or what was the point in binging bfu and then not sleeping for five fucking days yikes.

4. Also, for the quote:

“It was my first lesson. Beneath the smooth and familiar face of things is another that waits to tear the world in two.”

- Madeline Miller, Circe.

One of the prime reasons why this quote is so dear to me is that this book, Circe, when I read it in March this year, was the first book that made me fall in love with reading,  all over again. I had a pretty bad reading slump for the past one and half year; I didn’t read a book since I December 2018 and even if I did, I was off and on the bandwagon. 

Why this quote in particular though? Because the water that looks shallow is the deep that can easy lose the most. This is a quote that works two ways for me: to not overestimate and to not underestimate. 

Ehhh that was too long. Just to note though that it was YOU and your writing that made Me begin to re(try) my hand at compiling something; so thanks to you. <3 Lmao, that does seem like a reasonable complaint. 

Thanks for asking bro. <3 :”)

[darke15]

Hellooooooo Annnnnaaaa!!!!!! @itsarussian

season three also known as season of cupido

😂😂😂 sooooo trueeeeeeee

i love grumpy hadar getting softer for jesse and jesse smiling thinking of him

They’re adorable and I love them

TOPGUN JESSE fuck yeah

yesssssssssssssssss

"The Defiance"HIIIIIGHWAY TO THE DANGERZOOONE

this is so cool, i wanna get in there toooo.. let me be your navigator, jesse

I wanna fly with her at least once

babe dont do a maverick pls

Babe she is maverick

how do you keep trtack of every freaking detail, id be writing about a ship in one chapter and never mentioning it ever again lol

That’s what I did with the Alliance originally but now I have an excuse to come back and expand on all the ideas I had in the beginning 

"All Belov had to do was finish building it. With some help, of course." okay so Boonie iis with him right? at least near him?? Right???

😬😬😬

a russian, a scotsman and a jamaican.. looks like the start of a joke

🤣🤣🤣

very nice Jesse, i dont know if i really want to be your navigator anytime soon now

It would be rather hazardous

zackyzac is babygenius, thats why Athena like him more, thats why he WIIIILL find her.

😂 trueeeeeeeeeee

HIIIIIIIIIGHWAY TO THE DANGERZONE

YAHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSS

that is looking real nice.. not so much that red flashing light tho

I really liked the opening scene of Top gun. The serenity as Mav rises above the clouds and the music mellows out…so i wrote it but for our maverick

GONNA TAKE IT RIGHT INTO THE DANGER ZOOONE

yesssssssssss

Jesse.. dont pull a mav

Don’t tell her what to do 

ofc she pulled a mav

obvs

HIIIIIIGHWAY TO THE DANGERZONE

yesssssssssss

okay so you saw Boone was kinda weird and didnt put her in a straitjacket just to be sure?

It’s against aftermath policy to put boone in a straitjacket…then again it was boone who wrote the policy…

gUUUrl watchadoing in germany assassinating belarusians?

Having a good time

i know its been three months, but don't they have psychological support? they should stay far enough away from high stress situations.. no? where is stan where you need him

Not yet 😔 but…..TS&TS does need their stan lee cameo…

walking with water in the boots is nasty

Yes, yes it is 

ZAC AHGFAJAGH i can see him slowly taking off his glasses with a long and deep audible sigh AHAHAHAH

Yesssss that’s exactly what happened

WEEELLL Look at her so happy to go help Ari out eh

She just wants to see her big grumpy boi

YOOO KLAWWW andy serkis whatchadoing in aftermath

Hanging out causing mayhem

Boonie?

yeah?

..catlike, yep thats her

Yup 😏

ooooh she is indeed in cheshire mode

😈😈😈

WHAT ARE U DOING IN BERLIN AND WHY DO YOU NEED RENATA SCHEIDER

You’ll see 😈

Season 3, Episode 2 // THE DEFIANCE

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

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A jumble of voices came across her headset before she silenced them and glanced at the two techs that were below her. She gave them a thumbs up and they nodded, turning their backs to her as she settled into her seat and the arena around her began to shift. 

The ceiling split into two, sending golden light bouncing throughout the arena. 

Jesse braced herself as the platform the jet was on lurched and began to rise. The techs stepped closer to the jet, making a few last-minute adjustments as the platform lifted to the main deck. 

Snapping down her sunshield, Jesse hummed to herself as she looked out over the Defiance. The ship was steadily moving through the South Pacific. Waves crested on the horizon, flashing in the mid-morning sun as the Defiance continued on its path. 

Jesse took a deep breath, quickly looking over the controls, “I’ve got this. We’ve got this. Right, big guy?”

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