w/out internaI dialogue elliot would be the dullest most boring fucking character can u imagine omfg… I mean think abt the people who interact with him on a daily basis lmfaoiio “hey elliot how u doin” “……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………yes” id have him blocked on every social netwrk lmfo
y'all my sleep tonight has been so fucked up
I went to bed around 10
woke up at 11
went back to bed maybe 11:30
woke up at 1
didn’t get back to sleep until after 3
and then woke up at 5:45
I am dying. why can I never just solidly sleep through a night??? 😣
It’s cheesy. It’s weird. It has a stupid typo. ‘Cuz, guess what? I MADE THIS @ 3 AM!!! :33333 Idk my life OwQ
If y'all are wondering why Sans has 4 HP, it’s explained at the first entry for “Cheer Up the Skeleton Week” and this is the end of it. The machine’s purpose here is to have access to the void. Sans originally made it to save his dad but he turned it as a way to escape resets. Obviously, he failed. And then he succeeded ^w^
Hope you enjoyed the mini-comic! ^w^ Now Ima doze off and reassess my life. Good night!~
Requests: by Anons: (1) Part two for Evanescence!!!!!!!! I love your writing btw ☺️ I’m
obsessed. Can you make it that Jordan is the dad? It’s okay if you’ve
already made up your mind ☺️☺️(2) Evanescence was so good I hope you do end up doing a follow up part to it! Love all of your writing! (3) WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! I’m so THAT CLIFFHANGER! It was so beautifully
written, and love the idea ( not many people write Parrish) and I was so
excited and then AHHHH! Update soon (4) OMG please PLEASE do an Evanescence part 2!! It will make having this kidney infection 100000% better!!
(5) by @katethewarrior: are you trying to kill us!?! Evanescene was amazing but that cliffhanger
will be the death of me. Love your writing, I’ve read everything on
here :p Keep it up ! Oh and Evanescence part 2 wouldn’t be a bad idea ;) (6) by @one-california-dream: so is there gonna be a part 2 to evanescence? #prayingtherewillbe 😫
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Author’s note: I would also like to tag @okidokibucky for her impatient giddiness she flooded me with, and for her promise to “read the shit out of it”, haha! I love you forever, Pixie :3 I hope everyone will like this part, but as it is to be expected, it’s going to be angsty af! So Cinnamon Rolls, prepare your hearts and handkerchiefs, then sit back and just enjoy! ❤
to bed with me,” Jordan murmurs in a low tone, trying to coax me
with him with a hand on my hips and a kiss on my skin under my ear,
my back pulled flush to his chest, his fingers massaging lazy circles
into my pelvis and belly through my silk nightgown. I purse my lips
into a thin line, eyes shutting closed as I have to resist bolting
out of his hold.
Derek! If he didn’t come back, I could be happy with Jordan now,
live a carefree life with him as my fiancée and Diana as our
daughter. If only he didn’t knock…
swallow back my tears as I turn in Jordan’s hold, cupping his
cheeks in my hands and taking his lips in a languid kiss. My heart
wants to split open when, closing my eyes, my mind flashes back to my
very first kiss with Derek, remembering how he held me meekly, like
I’m too precious to him, like he wanted to protect me from every
harm of the world, like he feared to break me to small pieces because
I’m too fragile compared to him, like… like I was the best thing
that has ever happened to him in his life.
can’t. I can’t make love to Jordan now, no matter how much I
would like to assure him I love him. Not with Derek on my mind all
the time. I’m incapable of doing it, I feel like a hypocrite, I
feel like the cheapest, dirtiest trash of the Universe.
can’t be playing around with his feelings. He deserves better. He
deserves a wife who won’t be thinking of another man when they are
being intimate. Jordan is a great person, a kind and reliable man,
and I should be a wife who can live up to being equally genuine,
selfless and nice.
pull back from him to offer him a small smile.
tired now, honey,” I say, making sure my voice won’t break on the
name I address him with. I’ve never been able to call him ‘baby’
or ‘puppy’ – I used to call Derek that, and I just… can’t
give those away to Jordan. Those are Derek’s names, and will be
forever, and no one can take them away from my Puppy.
nods, like the understanding guy he is, and ushers me to the bed,
switching off the lamp when both of us are laying and he covered me
with the blanket nicely. I nestle myself into his hold, head resting
on his chest and arm slung around his bust, his hand holding me
close, legs tangling together. He presses an affectionate kiss to my
forehead, whispering, “I love you.”
is torture. I have to say to him I love him too, but will it sound as
honest as always? Will I be able to lie to him? It wouldn’t be an
entire lie, because I do feel the same way about him, it’s just…
I feel that way about someone else, too.
too,” I manage in the end, adjusting my head on his pectoral.
doesn’t say anything else, and eventually, I fall into the dark,
infinite abyss of unconsciousness.
wake up several hours later to crying. Jordan is rubbing his eyes in
an attempt to awake himself, but I kiss his cheek as I whisper to
him, “It’s okay, I got this.”
mumbles a “Thanks” to me before I leave the bed and make my way
over to Diana’s room on slightly wobbly legs. I close the door to
let Jordan sleep, then approach her bed and sit on its edge. I stroke
her forehead to soothe her.
has happened, sweetheart? A bad dream?”
shakes her head, sobbing into her plush wolf, sitting up fast and
taking a hold of my gown, balling up a fistful of it like it was her
final lifeline. It makes my heart contract painfully in my chest to
see my daughter so scared and desperate. I wrap my arms around her
little body protectively, peppering kisses on the top of her head.
okay, sweetie, just talk to me,” I say. “I’m here. Mommy’s
Mr. D’rek come b’ck?” she slurs, voice muffled. My heart skips
a beat, breath hitching in my throat. This can’t be happening.
Diana can’t be asking for Derek.
don’t know, baby,” I coo. “But Jordan will play with you when
he’s back from work tomorrow, will that be good?” She shakes her
I want Mr. Derek!” I bite my lip – how does one tell their young
child they can’t see someone because their history is complicated
with that person? Besides, if she’s Jordan’s child in reality…
“Please, mommy, call him back.”
I say, albeit having no idea how to contact him. Is his number still
the same? I was sappy enough not to be able to delete him from my
contact list for three years. “Now sleep, princess, okay?
It’s important that you do.”
she hiccups, but doesn’t let go of my gown. “Stay with me,
will,” I promise, scooting under the blanket with her. I allow
Diana to curl up into a ball against my stomach, her head resting
against my chest and over my heart as the bundle of muscles is
beating away wildly in my ribcage. I won’t be able to fall asleep
again, I’m sure about that.
o O o .
the morning, I help Jordan get ready for his shift. I make him
breakfast while he’s busy getting rid of his five o’clock shadow
and putting on his uniform. Diana is still asleep, but I pour out a
glass of orange juice for her – she usually gets up not long after
eats his breakfast, cleans his teeth, then comes back to jump in his
shoes and leave for the station. I kiss him goodbye, long and
thorough, leaving him gasping and wanting more – I want him to know
I still love him. I need him to know that. He waves to me with
a smile before I close the door behind him, waiting by the door until
the growling of the engine gradually dies out as he drives away, my
back against the wood and for the first time in long hours, I allow
my tears to escape from my eyes, flowing down on my cheeks and
wetting the gown I’m wearing.
sink down and pull my legs up against my chest, snaking my arms
around them and letting myself cry quietly. What did I do wrong? Why
am I so helpless now? How could I get out of this Hell of a
situation? How can I forget about Derek?
take a deep, steadying breath to ground myself. Enough. I’m not a
lost little girl, not any more – I’m an adult, who has to get her
crap together and get a hold of her emotions at last. I have
responsibilities now, both as a parent and as a fiancée. I must take
care of not only myself, but my family as well. I won’t let
them down, not ever. They both deserve a caring mother and a strong
stand and make a beeline for the bathroom to wash my face with ice
cold water. I stare at my reflection in the mirror for a long time,
fingers curling tightly around the edge of the sink, steeling myself
and jaw clenching. I’m not powerless. I can do this. I can bare
life. I can endure. I can love.
slide into the matching silk robe to my nightgown – the set is pale
pink like the Japanese cherry blossoms, with black lace adorning its
edges over the cleavage. I tie the belt around my waist and migrate
back to the kitchen to put everything into the washing machine. I’m
wiping the counter clean when Diana comes in, yawning, plush wolf
being dragged after her on the ground. I smile at her as I cower to
welcome her in my warm embrace.
did you sleep, princess?” I ask, placing a kiss over her temple.
She mumbles a “Good” before weakly returning my hug, still
riddled with sleep and dizzy with dreams. I scoop her up and go to
sit her in her high chair. She squeezes the wolf, clutching it to her
small body as I proceed to prepare her breakfast.
o O o .
hours later, Diana is playing in the living-room, while I’m
preparing dinner, knowing Jordan will be home soon. I’ve already
taken a shower and dressed up into my nightgown again – I want to
surprise him tonight, and I figured this would be the best I can
a knock on the door then, puzzling me – I wouldn’t have thought
Jordan would come off-duty so early today. I hurry over to let him
in, but when I see who it is, the bitter feeling of deja vu engulfs
are you doing here?” I ask, deliberately failing to greet him or
ask him how he is.
he starts, chewing the inside of his cheek. “I came to see you.”
eyes involuntarily give me a once-over, urging me to instinctively
pull my robe tighter around myself as his mouth falls open a bit. I’m
not his, not any more. I shouldn’t feel this fuzzy hotness
spreading in my chest as his gaze roams over my figure, burning my
skin in its wake. Neither should I be shivering under his intense
you should…” I cut myself off as soon as I remember Diana’s
plead from last night. I can’t be so selfish to send Derek away
while I know my daughter wants to see him so badly. I bite my lip as
I inhale a long breath. I cock my head to the side, inviting him in
as I step aside. “Come in.”
small smile tugs at the corners of Derek’s mouth, which eventually
widens into a huge grin as he enters. When he’s busy taking off his
shoes, Diana comes in running, presumably because she heard me
calling him by his name.
Derek!” she exclaims, jumping into his neck. Derek shouldn’t know
that Diana wanted to see him again. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t
even be here, he shouldn’t be holding my daughter like she was his,
holding her so meekly, so protectively, her small body fitting into
his palms so neatly and perfectly…
make a small noise at the back of my throat, suppressing my feelings
that want to barge up desperately at the sight before me. Initially,
that’s what I wanted – I’ve always imagined myself being
parents with Derek, welcoming him home just so, just like it happened
now. It hurts so much to simultaneously have and don’t have my
play w’th me!” Diana sings, taking Derek’s hand and pulling him
towards the living-room. He looks at me, a mute question in his eyes.
I nod towards the living-room.
you going? Princess wants to play with you,” is all that I say. His
face lights up as I let him go with her, following the girl back to
her playthings cheerfully, giddily. I watch him as he settles next to
the coffee table, sitting cross-legged and taking a building block in
his hand, a dopey smile on his face that bliss put there.
ignore my heart as it clenches painfully in my chest before I make a
beeline for the kitchen to keep preparing the dinner. I glance at the
clock briefly, taking the chicken out of the oven and kicking its
door shut with my heel gently. I don’t even realize how fast time
is passing until Derek steps next to me, warm palm on the small of my
back, startling me. I cut myself with the knife, so I take the tip of
my finger into my mouth as I arch a brow at him.
fell asleep,” he informs me.
that was to be expected,” I say. Originally, my plan for Jordan
included Diana falling asleep before he arrives home. The fact that
he still hasn’t let go of me registers, but I can’t find it in me
to tell him to take his hand away, or for me to take a step back.
Derek stares at my finger in my mouth for a while, then he takes a
cloth, runs warm water over it and grabs my hand to squeeze the wet
texture over the wound.
for scaring you,” he apologizes quietly. I shake my head as I croak
out an “It’s okay.” Derek keeps avoiding my gaze as he says, “I
checked the envelope.”
lump forms in my throat, suffocating me all of a sudden. I have
hardship staying upright, so I take a hold of the counter. “Yeah?”
haven’t seen it, have you?” he asks, only now glancing up. I
shake my head, lips pursed and massively fighting my tears back that
are welling up in my eyes, making them gleaming. I don’t want to
hear it – ignorance protects me. Ignorance protects me from having
to be a hypocrite with Jordan if Diana is not his daughter – it
protects me from having to endure being left all alone with a child
she’s Jordan’s, then it’s okay if I hear it, because then I
won’t have to be forcing myself to look him in the eye.
she’s Derek’s, however, then I’m better off not knowing about
it. Otherwise, I will have to leave Jordan, because one thing I know
about myself is that I won’t be able to live a lie with him. He
deserves better, so much better than a liar fiancée.
I read it, and it said –”
I interrupt warningly. “Don’t be selfish again, Derek.” His
eyes reflect sadness and pain as soon as the words leave my mouth,
but with bold courage and self-preservation, I continue. “Think
about the repercussions it will have on me. I didn’t give it to you
to come back and tell me about it. I gave it to you so that I will
get rid of the temptation. Do you understand what I’m
talking about, Derek?”
silence settles around us, eating us away. That is, until the front
door opens and clicks shut. I jerk my hand away from Derek’s hold.
comes Jordan’s voice from the lobby.
here,” I answer, already on my way to the entrance of the kitchen
to welcome him. We meet at the threshold.
he murmurs, arm snaking around my waist to pull me flush to his body,
kissing me deeply. “Shall we continue what we started in the
morning?” he asks with a playful half-smile, but I shake my head,
making him arch a brow. Only then does he recognize we’re not
alone. “I didn’t know we were expecting a guest.”
weren’t,” Derek answers. “I just came by.”
acknowledges that reply with a hum. “I’m sure you already have to
leave,” he says pointedly. My fingers flex against his chest as
they ball up a fistful of his uniform – that was rude, even though
he’s right that Derek shouldn’t be here at this hour.
see him to the door,” I offer, but Jordan presses a kiss to my
temple and cheek, murmuring to me, “I’ll take care of it,
darling. I don’t want you to catch a cold in this short dress of
yours.” He massages my skin over my clothes before letting go
completely, wordlessly ushering Derek towards the hall with a cock of
obeys. I proceed to set the table for two, but I catch Jordan’s
voice as he’s speaking in a low voice. I inch closer to them to be
able to hear him clearly. The next time he talks, I can make out
every single word that’s said, threatening.
leave my family alone, or you’ll regret coming back.”