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I don’t know where your number is at soooooo —

Could you please write a fic with reader being trained by the phantomhive staff in self defense / defending the manor in general? Either all together or a mini story for mey rin, bard, Tanaka, Sebastian? I figured Finny would be more like your personal cheerleader?? Because he can’t exactly teach anyone to have super strength, ya feel? Please and thank you!!

this is sorta like a cross between the ideas?

I LOVE THEM ALL, YOUR HONOR

“There we are, that’s it! … Lord, (Name), y’ need t’ tighten up y’r aim a bit, y’ do. That was a bit sloppy.”

You offer a little wince as you turn back to MEY RIN, wondering exactly what she expects of you. This is your first time shooting a gun, after all! “S… sorry, ma’am. I’m trying.”

She nods understandingly. “No, no, I know y’ are. Y’ coulda done a lot worse, all things considered.”

Within only a few seconds, she’s swiftly at your back. Arms around you, she snaps your hands and gun into a slightly different position. She’s been doing this for so long, it must be almost like breathing to her, mustn’t it? You have to wonder how she’s not incredibly frustrated with a newcomer’s abilities.

“C’mere. Let’s see… good. Alright, gimme one more shot an’ we’ll take a li’l breather, alright? Don’t want y’ gettin’ all shaky or nothin’.” She gestures toward the target with her head, then moves to let go so you can shoot on your own. “Pretend that target’s an enemy. Someone what came along t’ do us all harm an’ threaten the master. Y’ don’t ask questions, y’ protect the manor. Shoot ‘em.”

That’s intimidating, but not inaccurate. You don’t want your new life to slip away; you straighten up, take aim, and pull the trigger.

It isn’t long before you move on, with the next person giving you a lesson being BARD.

It seems his preferred method of dealing with intruders is also a gun, just like Mey Rin, although he shows very clearly that he also has a fondness for… well… explosives. He also tells you point-blank that he tends to use guns at closer range than Mey Rin does.

Which you’d lean toward, you don’t even know. All you know is that the recoil from shooting a close-up target is painful. This isn’t something you’d want to do unless your life literally did depend on it.

That said, the explosives aren’t much better. Bard’s gotten very good at controlling the resulting fires, so having you light and throw one toward a target isn’t a problem. The biggest problem is that your hands shake on the matches, leading you to nearly burn yourself.

“That’s alright,” he sighs as he throws water over the last of the embers. “You did jus’ fine, alright? You’re a better shot than you are usin’ fire. So we’ll jus’ make sure you always have a gun nearby.”

“I’m sorry…” You cradle your almost-burnt hand to your chest. “I… suppose it could be worse, right?”

He nods. “That’s right. You’re doin’ fine. C’mon, go take five minutes in the garden with Finny an’ you’ll come back with fresh eyes.”

Off you pop, then.

When you go in the garden to find FINNY and relax for a few minutes, he looks all too happy to see you. It’s as if he was expecting that you’d need a break by this point.

You plop down next to him beneath the tree he’s sitting under, and almost immediately he hands you a freshly picked apple right from one of the branches. He gives you a smile, but doesn’t say anything right away.

The two of you have a snack in silence, then he finally speaks up. “Gets a little intense, don’t it? You don’t gotta worry, though ― from what I seen, you’re doin’ great.”

“Thanks, Finny…” Your shoulders droop a little and you let out a breath. “I just wish it wasn’t so much work. I wish I was just strong, like you, so I wouldn’t have to learn all this.”

He shrugs. “You don’t wanna be strong like me. You’re perfect on your own. It’d be different work, learnin’ how t’ control it, anyway.”

After a moment, he grins at you. “After the break, though, I could show you how t’ distract an intruder. I mean, just ‘cause I don’t use a weapon don’t mean I ain’t got nothin’ t’ teach you!”

… As soon as you finish your apple, you decide to take him up on that.

Because Finny doesn’t want to take up too much of your time, he keeps his lesson short, and shuffles you off to SEBASTIAN shortly afterwards.

The butler is undoubtedly even more intimidating than Mey Rin was when she was teaching you. There isn’t a thing on this estate that escapes Sebastian’s notice unless Ciel specifically orders him to turn a blind eye to something.

That would be worrying enough. He clearly expects you to sharpen your perception the way that he does. He leads you on a veritable tour of the entire estate, attempting (and quite often succeeding) to catch you off guard with attacks that a real enemy would try to use.

If nothing else, like the rest of the staff, Sebastian does take care not to actually hurt you. Well… he bruises your ego a little bit.

“You must keep your eyes a bit more open,” he says, clicking his tongue once you just narrowly avoid falling into the last trap he’s set for you. “If I had been a genuine intruder who got in quietly, you may have fallen to me.”

Still, his face softens when that damned observation of his catches how exhausted you are. It’s obvious he knows how hard you’ve been working. “You have one more day of training ahead of you. For now, what you’ve done will suffice. Go relax, and early to bed with you, because you can be certain you’ll be early to rise tomorrow.”

With one last bow, you trudge down the hallway toward the stairs, intending to head up to the room Ciel has assigned to you near the rest of the servants’.

Before you can get that far, TANAKA stops you. Without so much as word (but with his usual easygoing smile), he ushers you toward the kitchen. You’re bone tired by now, so you follow without any comment.

Once there, he takes a cup from one of the counters and presses it gently into your hands. “Here we are. Something to end your day on a good note ― give you a little soothing after all the effort you’ve been putting in.”

It’s warm against your fingers, the temperature on its own already seeping into all your aches. “O-oh… thank you, Tanaka. I appreciate it… you didn’t have to.”

“No, but you’ll find that the Phantomhive household is rather all about doing things we don’t have to,” he chuckles. “Take the tea up to your room. I’ll be along toward the end of the night to collect it so you don’t need to worry.”

Before you leave, however, he presses something else into your hand: a small blade, concealed within the design of an intricate skeleton key and designed to be flicked open quickly. “And take this, as well. Just in case you happen not to have a gun in reach should something happen. We’re all very proud of you, (Name).”

You give him a brief hug before pocketing the knife and heading up toward your room.

As you open the door to slip inside, the very last thing Ciel said to you echoes in your mind.

You are a Phantomhive servant now, (Name). Never forget that.

You don’t think there’s any way you could.

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Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4k CW: emotional smut, dirty talk, check-ins, reassurances, so many feels, PiV sex, praise

A/N: Thank you always and forever to my darling @baba-fett for beta'ing for me, for being patient and wonderfully encouraging and always so so nice. I always look forward so much to your commentary! ❥

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Chapter 25 - Feelings, Forevers

You wake up tangled in each other, Boba’s mouth pressed in the crook of your neck, your leg wrapped around his hip.

These quiet moments are the most at peace you have felt since you left for the Yards, and you take your time to enjoy them. Boba doesn’t shift, still fast asleep, quietly holding you even in his dreams. He breathes slow and steady, the warm air escaping his lungs leaving a damp spot on your shoulder.

You try your best not to stir, not to wake him from his slumber. Last night was intense: all those emotions boiled down into one cataclysmic outburst - his jealousy, your trauma, the renewal of his proposal and finally, your acceptance of it. That thought does make you twitch.

He proposed. And you accepted. Officially, this time.

You’re engaged.

Well, technically you’ve been engaged for nearly two months now, but it never really felt like it. Not until now. There was too much going on, so many things left unsaid, feelings bottled up and thoughts never finished. But now…

Though you had resolved to let Boba sleep, the rush that flows through you makes you forget any and all inhibitions. You have to wake him, see him, talk to him. You have to look at him and know that he thinks about forever, just as you do. Gently, you trace his soft jaw with your finger. Boba grumbles something, rubbing his nose against your neck, and continues snoring quietly.

“Boba,” you sing softly. “Ner kar’ta, ner veman’alor… wake up, my love.”

“Hmph.” The sound he lets out is so indignant it makes you snort.

“Boba,” you whisper again, your voice getting so giddy you can barely hide the excitement that is rushing through you with every heartbeat.

“Whaddayawant?” Boba’s voice is rough with sleep, barely understandable. A smile spreads across your face when you shift to your side, pressing up even closer against his strong, steady body.

“Bob’ika,” you mumble softly, revelling in the smooth tap of the consonants that make up his mother tongue. Finally, brown eyes open to stare at you, drowsy with sleep but so full of love that you have to look away before you start crying. Boba blinks like a lazy cat, licking his lips and yawning before cracking his neck.

“What is it, ner kar’ta?” He sounds marginally more awake now, though his voice is still laced with sleep.

You take a deep breath. In… and out. Boba looks at you intently, waiting for you to voice what has been sitting on your tongue. Your voice shakes when you speak up.

“We’re engaged.”

He blinks, one time, two times. His fingers twitch against your skin before his hand sneaks around you to wrap around your waist and pull you in. You yelp and giggle at the same time, and a boyish grin flashes across his scarred features.

“That, we are,” he murmurs. His nose follows a path along the side of your neck, and when his tongue darts out to lick along the sensitive skin, you moan quietly.

“We are engaged,” you repeat, your voice breathy as he continues his ministrations. “We’re gonna get married. You. And me.”

“Mhh.” Boba kisses up your jaw and pauses, his mouth hovering above yours. “You and me, forever, alor’ika.”

Forever.

The word makes you shiver, and Boba laughs quietly. The sound settles deep in your bones, so familiar and yet so new. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him laugh like this, so purely happy. 

“Forever,” you agree, pushing yourself up until your lips meet his. He melts against you, strong arms framing your face as he rolls the two of you over until he is hovering above you. You stare at him and it hits you.

This man is yours. Yours, always and forever. He declared it himself.

And suddenly, nothing can go fast enough. You buck your hips as you sling your arms around Boba’s neck to pull him into a needy kiss. He laughs but goes along with it, grinding his own hips down to meet yours.

“My princess… so impatient. Gods, I’ve missed you.” He stops for a second, fumbling for words, his hands already buried in your hair. “Not that I- you needed time, and I get that-“

“Shh.” You interrupt him gently, placing your finger on his soft lips. “I know what you meant. And… I missed you too. So much.”

The kiss that follows is gentler, sweeter, but the desire that lies beneath this layer of care seeps through and burns hotter than any urgency ever could.

You push at Boba’s chest, revelling in the feel of his muscles beneath your fingers. He follows your guidance, rolling onto his back with a groan and pulling you on top of him until you are straddling his lap, your bare pussy pressed against his hardening cock.

“Mhh,” he sighs, his eyes clouded over as he stares up at you. “What a sight for sore eyes you are, princess.”

You smile and bend down to press your lips to his again. Your hips start rolling against him all on their own, and the sounds that escape Boba only fan the fire in your belly.

Strong hands settle on your hips, gently guiding the pace of your movements. Your eyes slip shut as you let yourself sink into the moment, feeling everything at once. Gods, you’ve missed this - the feeling of Boba against you like this, the taste of his lips and the closeness that’s so intrinsic to these moments. A closeness it has taken you months to find again.

One of Boba’s hands leaves your side, travelling up a slow path from your navel, through the valley of your breasts and up to your chin. When he lifts your face, you open your eyes to find him staring at you with more seriousness in his eyes than you had expected.

“Are you ready for this?” His voice is impossibly soft, and you can feel it in your heart that if you said ‘yes’ only to satisfy him, he would know.

So you take your time, listening deep inside yourself to find the small voice that has made you shy away from his touches through no fault of his; that has kept you from being fully relaxed even though you never stopped trusting him. But the voice is not a scream anymore. It has lost its overwhelming power, and instead, it’s a mere whisper, curled up in the corner, present only if you look for it. You cannot ignore it entirely, but it has loosened its threatening grip on you.

You wet your lips. Boba’s gaze never leaves you.

“I’m ready.” Your voice is strong and steady. “Just… go slow. And- don’t be so rough, okay?”

“Okay.” Boba nods earnestly. Stilling the movement of his hands on you, simply resting his hands on your hips to fixate you there. “And you promise you’ll tell me if anything is the matter, yeah? Even the smallest thing.”

“I promise,” you whisper.

“Good girl.”

That makes you shudder, your nipples perking up at the small piece of praise. It has been so long. Boba chuckles, the hunger sneaking its way back into his eyes, though his hands are patient, slow, and gentle.

“Still know how to get you.”

“‘course you do,” you mumble. “I’m yours, always and forever. And don’t you ever forget it.”

Boba’s eyes travel along your body, pausing on the way your chest heaves when he grips you a little tighter, fixating on the tendon in your neck when you let your head fall back as you start moving against him once more, and finally coming to rest on the necklace that lays between your breasts.

“How could I ever forget?” he whispers. “Even if I forgot all other things, that would still be left: That you are mine and I am yours.”

The fire in his gaze when your eyes meet his takes your breath away. You lean down at the same moment he sits up, your chest now pressed against his as his arms wrap around you to hold you tight.

“I love you,” you breathe, at the same time as he utters, “Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.”

Everything stills for just a moment, and then you both move so fast it barely registers: You raise yourself up, your hands on Boba’s broad shoulders, and Boba’s hand guides you down onto his cock, softly, gently, making sure you do not go too fast.

“Fuck,” you laugh breathlessly, “Fuck, should’ve prepped- should’ve had your fingers first-“

“Is it too much?“ Boba’s voice is worried, and you can feel him starting to pull back, so you quickly shake your head.

“No- no, fuck, I just… forgot what it felt like to take you like this. Stars, you’re so big- gotta go slow, my love, help me go slow.”

Your legs are shaking, but you want this. You need this, you need to feel connected to him, need him to know that you’re okay, that it took you some time, but you’re okay. And that he has been there through it all. You need him to know - you need to show him that you want him to touch you again, that you missed him. That you never stopped loving him, not even in the darkest days, because he was always there, and he has never hurt you.

Boba’s hands hold you steady as you take him, sinking down inch by inch, breathing through the feeling of being so full so suddenly. Your knees buckle slightly, but Boba is there to hold you, to make sure you don’t get hurt.

“I love you.” Now that you’ve said it once, you can’t stop. The words fall from your lips like a prayer, and Boba repeats them back to you, sometimes in Basic, sometimes in his mother tongue, never faltering, never stumbling. Finally, when you feel so full you could nearly burst, his thighs touch the back of yours, and you relax, inhaling deeply.

“Oh gods.” You are not sure how you’re still breathing, yet here you are. Boba’s fingers grip you a little tighter.

“You alright, princess?”

“I… yeah. Yes.” You nudge his nose with yours, settling your weight on his thighs and relaxing into the familiarity of being filled by him. “I promise, Boba. Are you?”

Your question takes him by surprise - you can see it in his eyes.

“Better than alright,” he finally answers, his voice rough. “Got my princess right here with me, and she looks so pretty like this, so pretty sitting on my cock.”

He locks eyes with you, deliberately choosing his next words.

“My future wife, all filled up by me.”

Oh, Maker.

“Fuck,” you whimper, your pussy clenching around him so hard it makes his legs twitch beneath you. “Fuck, say that again.”

“Mhh,” Boba hums, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Which part?”

You pull together all your strength to stare him down, in spite of the fact that your cunt is still fluttering and your legs are shaking slightly, just from the feeling of him inside you.

“I dare you,” you say, proud your voice only shakes ever so slightly. “I dare you to tease me right now, future husband.”

The noise Boba lets out is indescribable, a mix between pleasure and the agony that comes from unbridled lust that cannot easily be fulfilled.

“Maker,” you moan when he dives forward to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking gently, swirling his tongue until you can’t think anymore. He keeps his hips perfectly still, and in a far corner of your mind you admire his self-control, but soon, even the last coherent thought has left your brain. You moan and arch your back, chasing his touch as words spill from your lips until you are nearly sobbing from relief and pleasure.

“Fuck- fuck you feel so good Boba… I love you so much, I’ve missed you so much. Thank you for being patient, thank you for- fuck- Gods I love you, love you- want you- want- more- more of that, please, please… Fuck, you want me to say it again? My future husband? My veman’alor, my love, my everything-”

Boba pulls back to fixate you with an accusatory stare.

“Now who’s teasing?” His voice is rough, but there is a smile in his eyes before he presses his forehead to yours. Kov’nyn. You return the gesture, holding steady against the soft pressure of his head. You stay like that for a while, eyes closed as you let yourself sink into this perfect moment. Finally, Boba pulls back and buries his face in the crook of your neck, hands pulling you closer.

His breath tickles and you giggle, gently testing the footing you can find on the mattress before you start rolling your hips against him. You start slow, still a little overwhelmed with how full your pussy feels. It’s been long since you got to feel him inside of you, and no matter how wet you are, it is still a stretch to fit him. With every movement though, he settles more inside you, thick and heavy. You breathe deeply, grounding yourself in the moment, willing yourself not to go too fast, not to get greedy, not to mess this up by hurrying too much.

“That’s it, love,” Boba’s deep voice encourages you. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock, little one. Make it feel good, just the way you like it. I’m here for you, I’m here. I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go again, I’ll always be here for you, to protect you, to love you- kar’tayli gar, alor’ika, ner kar’ta, ner jorbe shereshoy- ni kar’tayli gar… You’re perfect, you know that? My perfect girl, just like that. You’re doing so well for me, being so good, so patient. I know you want more, little one, I know. Soon, soon you’ll get anything you want. Take what you need, princess, I’m right here…”

You don’t speed up, as much as your body wants you to. Instead, you will yourself to keep doing what you are doing; taking your time, relishing in the way he feels, consciously focusing on the way his lips taste, how the light stubble of his greying beard feels against your skin. Your breaths are quiet, but your moans all the louder, and Boba is everywhere. Your skin smells like him when you start to sweat, your legs burning from keeping the movement up. He helps you, shifting slowly, making the angle more comfortable for you until your eyes roll back in your head just from the small movement of grinding down.

When you open your eyes, you find Boba staring at you, his gaze fixated on your belly. Without thinking, you grab his hand and press it to your stomach so he can feel himself moving inside you.

It’s like you can see every coherent thought leave Boba’s brain, and you would laugh at him if it did not make you feel the same way – the feeling of him filling you so perfectly while you bathe in the glorious thought that you will get to have this forever, until the end of your lives.

He mutters praises, filthy praises wrapped in the most romantic words you have ever heard from his lips; and you lose count of the times he tells you that he loves you. A time where he could not tell you how he felt now feels ridiculously far away, with his gravelly voice whispering in your ear, and your own responding in kind.

Words cease for a while, as both of you get lost in the sensations of each other: Your lips on his, Boba’s hand grabbing your ass while the other still lays on your belly, his breath in your mouth and your tits rubbing against the coarse hair on his scarred chest every time you move.

Slowly, steadily, your pulse speeds up, and so do your movements. Your thoughts are hazy, but Boba is here to make sure you take care, make sure you don’t falter.

“You wanna go faster, alor’ika?” he asks, out of breath and eyes unfocused. You can’t do much more but nod, your whispered ‘Yes’ faint and breathless, but audible. Boba’s eyes bear into yours, and you nod once more, making sure he knows that you mean it.

“Go on then,” he groans, fingers tightening on your hip, guiding you as you move faster. “Go on, pretty girl, take what you need. Give me all you got, make yourself feel good. Wanna feel your little pussy clench around me, wanna make you feel so good- so good, you feel so good, you have no idea- fuck, yes, yes- just like that, there you go, good fucking girl-”

Your eyes have slipped shut again at some point, and opening them takes all the strength you have left, but you want to look at him, look into his eyes, see the love that he feels for you and let him see yours.

He kisses you when you look at him, soft and open-mouthed, never interrupting the rhythm of your movements with his actions. You melt into him, mumbling his name between kisses.

When you finally pull back to catch your breath, Boba’s eyes fixate on the necklace that rests between your tits. The symbol of his love, the symbol of his commitment to you and yours to him. You can feel him shudder beneath your touch, and his eyes glow when he looks at you.

“I love you, princess.”

Your cheeks ache from smiling when you answer him.

“I love you too.”

His eyes don’t leave you, mesmerised by the reflection of the early morning light in the metal of your necklace. The heavy pendant bounces when you speed up your movements even more, desperate for relief. Both of you are breathing heavily, and you can feel the heat in your cheeks from the exertion, but you’re so close that the only thing harder than to keep going would be to stop.

Neither of you were chasing ecstasy when you started this, both more than content to just feel the other, to hold and be held, to feel more complete than you have in weeks, made whole by pieces of the other that you get to share. You are content, but the feeling of him inside you has fanned the flames of your desire until it feels like you are alight with it.

Boba tenses a little more with each roll of your hips. Each time you sink down, you can feel him struggle to hold back, caged in by his desire to make you feel good first, as he has always done. You turn your head to the side, your lips caressing his cheek as you speak, and though you can barely breathe, your mouth forms words for you.

“It’s okay, Boba,” you murmur against his hot skin. “It’s okay, you can let go. Don’t hold back for me, ner kar’ta, you always make me feel so good, now it’s my turn… let me make you feel good, let me make you cum, okay? Please, my love- fuck- please, I wanna feel you cum inside me, wanna feel it, feel myself leak with you, claimed by you-”

“Fuck,” Boba grits out. “No, want you to cum first, alor’ika-”

“I always get to cum first,” you interrupt him gently. “You always take such good care of me, my love, please- please just let me make you feel good, that’s all I want right now, wanna feel you cum because I love you- I love you, gods, I love you, Boba, I’m yours- always and forever, yeah? Cum for me baby, cum inside me- cum for your future wife, veman’alor, wanna feel you fill me up… fill your princess the way she deserves-”

That’s the exact moment Boba’s composure bursts. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, feel the strain in his neck when he throws his head back to finally grind up into you, fucking you deep and slow. You moan unabashedly, lost in the feeling of him, chasing not only your own pleasure but the satisfaction of making him feel good. You mumble his name, over and over again, begging him to cum inside you, until Boba gives in to his desire.

His hips buck  as he spills himself deep inside you, hands digging into your hips to hold you down so not a drop goes to waste. You don’t stop moving entirely, you can’t, it feels too good. Instead, you slow your hips to meet his shallow thrusts, letting him fuck his cum deeper inside you until he begins to soften. 

Slowly, you lift yourself up, swallowing thickly at the drops of cum that leak out of you. Boba’s eyes follow your every movement though they are barely open. For one moment, you consider cleaning up, taking care of him as he usually does of you, but you cannot bring yourself to leave his side right now. So, you settle in his lap again, ignoring the awkward squelching sounds you make when you adjust yourself in his lap, settling in so your chest is pressed against his, your nose nudging his chin. Your voice is soft when you speak, with a slight rasp as evidence of all the moans he has pulled from you just now.

“I love you.”

Boba twists so he can look down at you, a small smile on his lips.

“I love you too, princess.”

You sigh contentedly, thoroughly satisfied with this whole situation. He is so soft. So comfortable. Your future husband, right here, all yours.

Boba’s fingers dance along your shoulders, painting patterns on your skin.

“You’ll have to let me make this up to you, you know? Gotta take care of my pretty girl, can’t have her think that I’m selfish after all.”

“Mhh,” you mumble, yawning a little. “Nothing to make up for, my love. I’m quite satisfied.”

“Hmph.” Boba grumbles. A pause. Then: “What if I told you it was for selfish purposes?”

“Hm?” You barely raise your face from his chest, too comfortable in the position you have claimed on him, draped across him like a weighted blanket. Boba squints down at you.

“What if I don’t want to make you cum so you can feel good? What if I wanna do it to make myself feel good, huh? What then?”

You blink a few times, your brain too tired to compute his warped logic. Boba just continues.

“What if I like eating your pussy because I like seeing you all worked up for me? Because I like the way you taste? Would you forbid me that? Forbid me from seeing my… riduur… my future wife, my girl all pretty and fucked out for me?”

You consider that for a moment, blushing in spite of yourself.

“...no,” you begrudgingly admit. “But only if you promise that it’s not because you feel guilty. You’ve nothing to feel guilty for. I just wanted to make you feel good. Wanted to… feel you. That’s all I needed.”

“Alright.” You can hear the smile in Boba’s voice. “Acceptable condition.”

The two of you fall silent for a moment. Boba shifts beneath you, and you stretch out, rolling over until you are laying on your side, one arm and one leg slung across Boba’s broad torso, your face buried against his side. The sheets smell like him, and you inhale his scent deeply.

“Not right now, though, mkay?” you yawn. “I’m… mhh… too tired.”

Boba’s arm wraps around you and pulls you closer, a soft kiss is placed on your forehead.

“Whatever you want, ne’riduur.”

You smile.

“Thank you, my love.”

Boba’s quiet, happy laughter follows you into your dreams.

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Mando'a translations Ner kar'ta, ner veman'alor - my love, my king alor'ika - princess ni kar'tayli gar darasuum - I love you kar’tayli gar, alor’ika, ner kar’ta, ner jorbe shereshoy- ni kar’tayli gar - I love you, princess, my love, my 'reason to live' - I love you ne'riduur - my wife (can also mean 'my husband! mando'a is genderneutral :))

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alright everybody here's that devo and caper comic i promised yall

Context below the cut; I had a dream abt a month ago

Devo La Main from TAZ; Ethersea and my dnd oc from this semester named Caper were on a team with a ton of other ppl. They were going on a heist, targeting SOMETHING hidden on a flying (through the air) battleship, kind of like Koda ((sentient and kind of psychic, that vibe)). Devo and Caper specifically were on a team, and they split off from the rest of their group. Those two are both bards with a specialty in like...psychic, mind control and occasionally sound-based magic, so they knew how each other worked well.

Not long after getting on the ship, a red light came on high above everyone---and suddenly Devo turned around and clocked Caper RIGHT in the schnoz

He had a red light glowing right on his forehead and some kinda horrible hate in his eyes and he and Caper threw HANDS

Caper started sloooowly to feel it too. Whatever the red light thing was was charmed-person style just. filling the ENTIRE heist team with hatred towards one another. In the blur of the fight Caper could see the rest of the heist teammates all fighting each other, and not a SINGLE one of them fighting the actual people who worked on the boat.

...she didnt see ANYBODY on the boat who wasnt part of the heist team, actually. hm

anyway Devo and Caper got in a fist fight

Did either of them think to use their cool epic sexy magic powers? No

They just used their tiny little paper bard fists

Good for them tbh

They needed the workout

Anyway at one point Devo tackled Caper so hard they both fell backwards off the boat

And once they were out of range, the Wrath Magic wore off, and now they were just plummeting through the air and TERRIFIED

Dreamlogic likes to do funny things so of course in THIS dream, Devo could both Featherfall (so he did) and could Swim (so he did). While Caper could NOT Featherfall (so she didn't) and could NOT Swim (so she didn't).

When she hit the water, she heard a big voice ask her player to roll on the wild magic table, and. well. I got a bad roll (sorry Caper)

So a ball of lightning started forming in front of her chest, which is VERY EXTRA BAD UNDERWATER

And it did the iron man lazer blast thing and PZCHEWWSWEFJKDS out of nowhere

Caper was still kinda pissed so she tried to aim for Devo (thank gravy)

The rest of the dream was Caper being absolutely c o o k e d and poor Devo trying to swim her to the shore, while in the background the giant boat started to fall towards the ocean

Yeah

Anyway the Final for this class was to draw a comic book cover and two pages out of context of a comic, so I picked two cinematic scenes from the dream :^)

[baylardian-1]

Rest of the Resolutions stuff. :)

Kathryn pondering about eating a bug for the first time,,,,, probably watched one of the babies do it and was like hmmmmmmmmm... Every so often when she'd catch them in her traps she'd slip one in her mouth, as a treat.

Ummmm and some swimmy stuff!! Maybe Resolutions would be when she comes to terms with the fact that swimming with clothing on restrains her in water with her new body hehe.

also haha me think Ed would get sick down on planet and they struggle to get him better bc hes a MEEK little immune system baby

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THESE TWO AMAZING BEAUTIFUL GIRLS

A simple gift for some precious girls!

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BEANIEEEEEE OMGGGGGGGG BEANIEEEE!!!! ;-;

THIS IS ADORABLE!!! THEY HAVE SMASH CAKES!!!!! AHHHHH

I love itttt I love it I love it I love it I love it!!

[hariboz]

your work actually makes me throw up /pos I love it it’s so cute

I was wondering if you’d think about doing zb1 fake texts where the boys are blowing up their idol s/o’s msgs cuz their s/o is being shipped w another idol and they’re getting jealous LOL? and w yujin it’s like someone is trying to take his best friend spot, ofc just an idea and anything you write I will gladly read <3

kisses!!!

nonnie what if i tell you i’m in love with you….TYSMMM <3 this ask has been in my inbox for a few days and i was giggling kicking my feet every time i read over it again 🤭 tysm <333

also!! here you go i hope you enjoy it <3 i was already working on something like that so this request just made me so happy omg

ily nonnie MWAH

[littlemochabunni]

The Siren's Song

Shanks x Fem Reader

Content: 18+ MDNI, PWP, Song dystopia, Light bondage (Shanks), Rough sex, PIV, Mean Shanks (like come on this man isn't goofy 100% of the time), Siren reader, praise (doll, baby), degrading (slut), & "creampie"

A/N: With the Shanks x reader tags growing quiet I needed to show Daddy Shanks the love he deserves. The people have spoken and here's the smut you've been looking for; Thank Jordy for unleashing this nuclear bomb of horniess on your feed and Vixen for being another beta reader, hyping me up by asking if I put "crack in this fic". P.S. THANK YOU FOR 1.2K!!! Enjooooooy hehehehe Edit: ALSOOOOOO this is the song that inspired literally everything for this fic!!!

wc: 1.6k

“What the hell is going on, what are you?” You wrap your hand around Shanks’ neck tightly with a smirk ignoring his question, he grunts while trying to reach out to stop you only to find out his hands tied behind his back. You straddle his lap brushing your glistening heat against his aching cock, and you hum a taunting moan as you slowly drag your tongue along his jaw and an irritated hiss leaves his twitching lips he tries to pull away from your touch and you pull him closer, tightening your grip in response. A mischievous grin plastered on your lips as you watch his flushed lips turn a pretty shade of blue from the lack of oxygen, you take the opportunity to reach your free hand down to his quivering length sliding your slick cunt along his shaft to sink down onto, you cry out a sweet siren like moan that makes Shanks pulse quickens and dizzy with the sudden need for more, “Mmm, you might just be my new favorite toy, and oh how I can’t wait to break you~” your voice is like honeyed slick against his ears. Shanks feels a low pulsating buzzing in the air that immediately muted by the grip of your soft slick walls, and it pulls his attention back toward you and you menacing words behind your sweet tone, “Fuck… What the hell are y—” your walls tightening around him cuts him off and you lean in close to whisper in his ear, “Mmm I’m a plan B regular bitch.”

“Who the fuck are you?” He growls demandingly through his teeth, “Well I could be your little monster.” you grip his crimson hair as an airy moan fall from your lips as you ride his dick down to the hilt, his eyes darken when he feels his restraints loosen, “We’ll see who’s the fucking toy.” Shanks hands immediately grip your ass like a vice, you erupt in a menacing cackle as he stands to walk over to the heighten emperor size bed whilst still buried deep inside you. You claw on the nape of his neck as you hungrily capture his lips challenging him still for dominance, he grunts as he grips your hair harshly breaking the kiss, “You little minx. It’s time I finally breaks this little pussy in, yeah?”

Shanks throws you down onto the bed without warning and flips you onto your stomach with a bruising grip on your thighs and ass, and he growls deeply as he spreads your legs open pulling you towards the edge of the bed. You begin to snicker at him, but he swiftly cuts your taunting's short as he splits you open with his thick cock. You cry out at the deep stretching of your poor pussy walls, “Fuuuck... Now y’gonna tell me your name or do I have to fuck that outta you too?” Shanks leans down cage you in with his large figure, pushing his length deeper against your sweet spot and you throw your head back as the only response given are taunting moans that slip pass your smirking lips as you look up at him with a tantalized glimmer in your eyes, “The latter it is.” Shanks rolls his hips back slowly leaving only his girthy tip in your slick before slamming back into you at a vigorous pace. Your mind almost goes blank from the sudden shift in power, and Shanks looks down to watch your puffy pussy take his cock so well.

He lets out a gluttonous groan in your ear while pushing on the small bulge forming in your lower belly and smirks at you as your breath hitches, and you look up at him with a wild almost perilous look in your eyes, “Going dumb on the dick already doll?”

You face twitches with irritation at his cockiness, and before he can even blink the power flips back into your favor with you now on top of him riding his dick while yanking on his scarlet locks forcing him to look up at you. Your eyes filled with a devious and fascinated look as he groans out at your roughness, “Hey baby, I like when you piss me off,” You grit through your teeth while shifting your weight, you squat above his dick, taking him deeper and he grips your ass roughly guiding you. “Hey baby, usually means the sex its rough.” Shanks eyes flutter and his breath shutters as you twirl your hips as you bounce your sopping cunt down his thick cock, bring him closer to cumming, and he can’t be seen like some pitiful virgin.

He slams you down on his cock and flips you under him, folding you in half with your knees by the side of your face causing you to let out an almost maddening laugh, “Aye baby, take a picture when we fuck.” Your words brings out something atrociously hungry in Shanks, and a growl rumbles throughout his board chest, “Fuck you... You want it rough? Well, my little cum slut, I’m more than happy to give into you... That is of course... If you decide to tell me what’s is going on and who you are.” You grip the back of his neck to bend him closer to whisper with a noxiously insatiable tone in his ear, “It’s a freak show baby, I’m a ringleader. Like an acrobat in a dark area, I could dance both ways like a ballerina. Caught an emo bitch, she my man-eater.” Shanks couldn’t understand why he couldn’t pull himself away from you despite his mind telling him you’re no good, yet his body couldn’t resist not the need to be inside you. “You goddamn me—”

Shanks buries his cock down to the hilt while you moan out and your eyes roll back. He reaches down to lift your ass up to his height and leans down, pushing even deeper forming bulge bigger than before, “I’m sick of your twisted fucked up games. Hold your fucking legs back.” In this disheveled state you oblige into his demands and hold onto the back of your knees, and as you do so Shanks fucks your poor ridged walls onto his cock like the cock hungry doll you are. And despite his words Shanks body tells you otherwise, eager to pull more moans from your pretty lips and watch you fall apart under his touch, “Ahh~ mmmm did I hit a nerve Shaaanks?” as you moan his name, he groans out leaning down to wrap his hand around your throat tightly, pounding into your puffy pussy whilst a creamy ring form around the base of his dick, “Hmm with the way your pussy is gripping me I can tell you’re close. I might let you cum if you’re a good little doll and tell me who the hell you are, yeah?” Shanks presses against your sweet spot, and you throw your back wailing out exactly what he doesn’t want to hear, “Mooonster.. I’m a stone-cold monster I could be your little monster,”

You look up at him with an amorous noxious look in your eyes, grinning wickedly as you feel his cock twitching on the brink of release, “I’m stone-cold monster, I could be your little—“ Shanks smashes his lips against yours, swallowing your moans whilst his thrust become sloppily needing to chase after his high. The dark hallow room is filled with the sounds of the bed cracking and banging against the wall, you dig your claws into his back and his rough groans rumbles through your chest. Shanks reaches down the rub your clit practically delirious with the need to make you cum around his cock, you bite his lip harshly and he groans pulling away to bite your jaw and neck in response, your cries are like an aphrodisiac to him. You knew he was so fucking close, and the excitement of seeing the look on his face when he finds out the truth only made this so much sweeter, “Fuck cum for me. Fucking cum for me slut, I’ll fill this pretty little pussy up just how you like.” You moan out and grips his jaw to look make him look at you so you can get a good look at his flushed and disheveled state, “...Ohhh,” Shanks hears your voice echoing in his head, “Shoow... Ohhh,” He catches a glimpse of you sitting across from him at a table but he’s immediately pulled back into the addicting feeling of your tight cunt milking his cock of everything he has to offer you and he moans out as he spills ropes of hot cum deep inside you, “Mmm you wanted to know my name right, Shanks?” Shanks is still twitching inside your cunt and breathing heavily from one of the best nuts of his life, looks at you confused as a growing smirk forming on your lips as you finally the answer to the question, he’s been asking all night, “They call me an American Horror Show.”

“Oh, I don’t think a man like yourself could.... handle someone like her.” Buggy tries to warn Shanks as he pours himself another drink, and everyone at the table bursts into laughter. Shanks sends Buggy a sharp look and heeds his warnings as a challenge, he gazes back towards you with a tantalizing smirk, “I’d like to see for myself if you don’t mind.” Everyone from buggy’s crew begin to plug their ears to avoid being caught in the crossfire of your siren song and without much hesitation, you pull Shanks into your dystopian song...

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[sp4cepunisher]

just a scratch [ e.williams ]

summary ; ellie takes care of you when you return home injured from being on patrol with dina.

warnings ; 18+ themes, minors dni ! strong language, some depictions of an injury [ skin-tearing, blood, a brief mention of amputation ], over-protective + major girlfriend!ellie vibes. she just loves you a lot tbh, and hates to see you hurt.

author’s note ; hhhhiiiii hi :D i decided to rewrite this! not unlike all of the other things that i have written + will continue to write, i scrutinised the previous version until i decided to delete it + make it better!!! it was labelled fluff but, like?? it wasn’t giving enough fluff?? i wanted protective gf ellie, but it just seemed rushed to me, to be honest. saying this, i reallyreallyreally appreciate the love you guys gave that tragic attempt at a return to this community!!! it made me super happy + spurred me on to want to rewrite it and make it better for you!!! we all deserve having sweet, caring, sometimes a little over-protective ellie in our lives + we deserve it to be written well!!!! i hope you can all enjoy this re-draft even more, and thank you for always being so patient + understanding when it comes to my obsession over the things that i post here!!! i’m just a bit of a perfectionist when i write, but i’m really happy with how this has turned out!!! as always, please let me know your thoughts + enjooooooy!!!! <3

. . .

ellie’s love for you could have moved mountains; defied gravity; grown wings and soared above the clouds with determination to land on the sun. solid in how it had nestled itself into the pit of her heart and beautiful in the way it had developed buds which had flowered over time, the way the girl had allowed herself to feel for you for was something entirely indescribable. she had tried to write about it in her journal, and she had tried to talk about it in front of jesse, or dina— even joel, at times. but every single attempt seemed to result in scribbles, entire pages being torn out, or incoherent trains of thought which were often met with furrowed eyebrows. not to mention the further questions that would make her flush her own least favourite shade of pink, trip over her words as if they were cementing her feet between them, and that she didn’t have the answers to. she much preferred to express her love for you in less obvious ways— more private ways, like letting you take the first shower of the morning to make the most of the limited hot water, frying your eggs first because she knew that you didn’t like it when the pan got too greasy, or letting you pick the evening’s movie because she loved your concentration face when it came to watching you sift through her selection of dvds. she was loving, in a way that you hadn’t realised she could be. granted, she still got shy about it, even in front of you, but although useless when it came to verbalising her feelings, there was one thing that ellie was a master at:

keeping you safe.

a part of her believed that it was her sole duty, putting herself before you in every scenario that she found herself in with you at her side. ingrained in her; like a drug mingled with the blood in her veins, a language that she hadn’t remembered being taught but was fluent in, nevertheless. whether it was fighting the infected or the healthy, ellie was almost entirely fearless either way. and it wasn’t that she doubted your ability to look out for yourself, nor did she think that she could execute any of it better than you. it simply stemmed from her instinct to protect you, because she loved you. she had become sort of obsessed with it; with keeping you strapped to her side like her gun in its holster, tattooed forearm outstretched behind her like the arrow on a compass always displaying the right way to turn; ellie’s way to turn. and alongside this determination to look after you came a tendency to maintain a certain sense of disdain for letting you venture out on patrols and runs with anybody else, because ellie knew that nobody could protect you like she was sure she could— it was a kind of promise to herself, and to you, that your girlfriend had succeeded in keeping every single time the opportunity arose, without ever faltering. you couldn’t remember a time where you had ever returned home injured from a run or a patrol with ellie. you had barely even been sore.

the only exception to this rule of sorts that she had instilled within herself was when she was tied down with something else in jackson or elsewhere, and on this day in particular, when dina came to ask her if it was cool if you accompanied her on patrol, she found herself in this exact position; it was out of her control, because she knew that keeping her word to maria and helping her to set up the new routes for the next few weeks of runs and patrols was what she had agreed to, and she would stick to her promise. she couldn’t offer to go with dina herself, nor take her spot to keep you safe. she had no choice but to give in, and she always hated doing that.

“you’re helping maria here, and (y/n)’s free. i’ll bring her back,” dina reassured your girlfriend when she caught the look that she shot her way. she was well aware of the girl’s protective nature. if anything was to happen to you on her watch, dina wouldn’t put the idea of murder past ellie for a second. “i promise.”

“that’s a pretty big promise,” ellie’s brow furrowed, the lines that appeared on her face mimicking those that she had spent the past half hour etching onto the map in front of her; deep, stretching way past her control and branching off into unknown territory; beyond the safety that she knew she could provide. in a nutshell she trusted dina, but trusting her enough to relax against her promise to bring you back from a world that was merciless— one that was not lenient to those that had loved ones waiting for them at home, giving them a pass from death or mutilation simply because they had people to return to— was a different thing altogether. the world had become too foreign to care. a promise was nothing. she twirled the pen around between her fingers. “did she say she’d go?”

“uh, yeah,” dina exhaled, resting a fist on the table beside her and leaning into it. “yeah, she said she was up for it.”

ellie almost rolled her eyes at this. of course you had. she knew that you always wished that you could be in fifty places at once just to ensure that you didn’t let anybody down, or disrupt anyone’s plans. you were a people-pleaser, but not the bad kind. that’s what, on top of everything else, also bugged ellie. her conscience was fighting with itself; she knew that letting you go out of jackson without her would plague her mind for the rest of the day until your return, the urge to simply drop everything and make herself available to you gnawing at her bones right to the marrow, but she also knew that you wanted to help. it was in your nature. you were utterly good. the visual that was playing in her head was accurate, knowing you well enough to predict the willing nod that you had offered in response to dina’s question, masking the overriding sense of knowing better that had kicked your own conscience into consciousness; she knew that you had been the one that had told dina to come and double check with her, partly as a surefire way of letting her know where you would be for the rest of the day, but also as a way of gauging her general thoughts on it— she knew that you knew how protective she was of you, and at the same time as wanting to drop everything that she had agreed to do, to tell dina that she was happy to take this patrol and then make her way to your shared home just to toss your sneakers your way in a silent gesture of i’m here. let’s go., ellie decided against it. she smoothed the pad of her thumb over the rounded side of the pen that remained still gripped in her hand, and found that her gaze had involuntarily returned to the map before her. her eyes trailed over all of the possible routes that could be taken upon exiting jackson, mental grip slipping as she attempted to unscrew the stubborn lid on her memory in order to remember which paths hadn’t been cleared in a while.

“where are you heading?”

“north, straight up through the woods and past miller cabin.”

ellie’s thoughts wavered, and she pressed the tip of her pen into the wooden tabletop. the area north of jackson hadn’t been cleared in a few weeks, she knew that for sure. god knows how many more infected had shown up and were inhabiting it now— she even had the audacity to silently question whether or not dina would even be able to handle it. she also wondered if her protective nature was a sort of blessing in disguise; her instinct to take the lead every time, to reassure you that she would scope out the stagnant corridors which loomed like long, ghostly faces before you could follow in behind her was perhaps the wrong way to go about ensuring your safety. autonomy was probably more beneficial to you than following your girlfriend’s every move like her shadow. potential outcomes then began to race through her mind; images of you getting stuck between too many infected and not having anywhere else to turn; of dina assuming that splitting up and taking different routes would be a good idea, resulting in your disappearance and failure to return to jackson which would leave everybody simply assuming the worst. moving on. just another name amongst warnings. something to learn from. the idea that the heartbeat that she had spent months studying while you slept as it pulsed in the side of your neck could be stilled with just one wrong move made ellie’s stomach clench. that she would be the only one to inhabit the sheets within her bed; the imprint of your head in the pillow next to hers would become a sacred treasure, untouched, and encased in glass within the museum of ellie’s heart. the thought made her cringe.

the girl looked up at dina again, chewing the inside of her cheek before letting her jaw relax. “i mean, i can’t really stop you,” she felt her body sink into itself slightly, the words she spoke suddenly accompanied by a release of breath that she wasn’t too familiar with— a kind of letting go that felt unnatural, and that left its remnants wedged between her lungs. “if she said she’d go, then i guess she’s happy to go.”

“we’ll be careful. i’ll look out for her.”

ellie didn’t respond. she felt as though she couldn’t. instead, she felt herself forced to focus on the kind of heat that had begun rising at the very top of her spine and which was spreading like a disease up her neck, burning the spongiest part of her skull and trailing through to her jaw as dina’s shadow spanned out across the table like the worst kind of raincloud that was now looming over the map in front of her; over your name which she had absentmindedly carved into the table with the inky nib of her pen.

. . .

the evening sun was a bulbous yolk in the evening sky, bidding goodnight to the people of jackson. its setting behind the hammock of mountains and trees signalled the time to turn in for most, but for ellie it acted as the pendulum at the base of the clock that had loomed in the sky since you had left for miller cabin with dina about four hours earlier. it was as if it was refusing to set until you came home. stationary; a light to guide you back to safety. back to ellie.

her room felt stale. the sun was doing a terrible job at defrosting the cold air that lingered between ellie and her window, which she felt as though she hadn’t stopped looking out of since she arrived inside. maybe she hadn’t. like it was some kind of crystal ball that would somehow reveal your fate if she stared for long enough. she was unsure of how much time had passed, the spotlight of her mind shining solely and directly at the thought of you— how far you’d made it, what you’d found, if you were doing okay. she tried her very best to keep her faith in dina alive, trying to tell herself with a few dismissive shakes of the head and shrugs of the shoulders that you would be fine, soon to be returning home to her with barely a hair out of place, and your usual manner; rational, kind, always happy to see your girlfriend. and part of ellie felt moronic for spending the entirety of her day worrying, battling with a multiplicity of thoughts, and tearing the inside of her cheek to shreds, but the other part of her knew that it was only natural— she’d had enough of losing those she loved, and she wasn’t about to let her pride get the better of her. not this time.

the click of the latch on the door broke her train of thought, and her head snapped towards the sound so quickly that it was a surprise that it didn’t come detached from her neck altogether and land with a dull thump on the rug below her bed. she watched intently as a hand pushed firmly against the door, and a large shoe promptly wedged itself between the doorframe and the wood to help prop it open. slightly muffled voices were honestly hard to make out through the small gap in the door due to their gentle tone, but ellie could tell that it was you by the little laugh she heard pass through. her favourite sound. lifting herself from the mattress, the girl soon made quick work of swinging her legs over the side of her bed and even quicker work of standing up once she properly processed what was going on: jesse entered first, and ellie’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight that followed; his arm was tucked snugly beneath your armpit to support you as best he could in your footing that you were barely succeeding in achieving on one foot. it wasn’t long before your girlfriend noticed the large dark patch that had stained the outside of your now torn jeans just above your kneecap and which, in certain lights, she could see was a kind of black crimson. the worst kind, and bigger than she was comfortable with.

“jesus fucking christ,” she exhaled, her breath a little shaky. dina followed suit with your backpack draped over her shoulder, and her head tilting slightly to ensure your path to the couch was clear as jesse guided you through the small living space. she took wider steps to get ahead of the both of you, clearing a space atop the blankets for you. “is that—“

“it’s not,” dina was quick to interrupt ellie’s sentence, knowing exactly what the girl would say upon seeing your injury, almost before ellie did. jesse gradually let his arm slip from your body, mumbling a few words of encouragement as you sunk down onto the couch with a small intake of breath. “ellie, it’s not.”

“then what the fuck happened?”

“ellie, i’m fine.” you spoke.

the girl raised her eyebrows. “well, shit, (y/n). i don’t believe you.”

“i slipped— jesus,” you exhaled, face wrinkling up in considerable discomfort as jesse lifted your leg by your calve and propped it up on the coffee table in front of the couch. “i just slipped and it wasn’t anybody’s fault but mine.” you watched as your girlfriend made her way around the table to stand beside you, reaching a hand out to unstick the few pieces of hair that lay flush against your forehead with clammy perspiration, her callused thumb brushing over your forehead affectionately, but also as if to reassure herself that you were really there. that you had really made it home.

“there was a blockage along the path,” dina spoke quietly, as if slightly apprehensive about whether to join the discussion at all. “just before we reached miller’s cabin. tree fell, crushed a few cars, fenced a lot of infected in.”

“it was my idea to climb on top of the cars,” you used your hands to better recount your failed plan of action, tilting your open palms slightly to mimic your movements. “i was gonna try and, like, jump onto one of the window ledges across from them to see if there was a way around, but i didn’t even make it that far. my, fucking… foot slipped, and i tore my leg on a piece of rogue metal.”

ellie sighed heavily, filling the empty space beside you with a gentle squeak of the springs and being especially careful not to cause you any more pain with her body weight against the cushions. “fuck me, (y/n). why did you do that?” she questioned you, although secretly she knew the answer; it was you all over, never wanting to turn back from anything without being able to say you tried. “why the hell did you do that?”

you shrugged, lips parting as you tried to justify your stupidity in a way that ellie would truly believe, and dina placed your backpack down on the floor beside the couch. “we dressed the wound once we got far enough down the path. it’s sterile, and we managed to stop the bleeding,” she explained before you could speak. “jesse came out and helped me bring her in when he saw us arrive.”

“why didn’t you come and get me?”

you gave ellie a knowing look, and it was almost enough to cause the girl to crack a small smile. almost.

“she didn’t wanna worry you, dude.” there was even a smile in jesse’s voice, and you watched as he extended an arm to the wall and leaned his entire weight against it.

“didn’t want you jumping to conclusions,” you whispered teasingly, your eyes trailing over ellie’s face in an attempt to memorise every single part of it.

the brunette scoffed a small laugh, and for a second, from the look on her face, you wondered whether she was about to cry. the horrible thought flashed over your mind when you clocked the sudden shine that glossed her eyes, and the slight wrinkle between her eyebrows. from the way her teeth were pulling at the inside of her cheek, you knew that she was frustrated; upset with you; upset with herself. “…fuck.”

“we’ll give you guys some space,” dina spoke after a small pause in the conversation with a small nod, turning her body towards the front door and giving jesse a small nudge to the ribs. “let you get some rest.”

you looked over at the two of them, pressing your mouth into a tight-lipped smile. “thanks, you guys. don’t know what i would have done without you.”

jesse cocked a playful brow. “well, you wouldn’t have that giant gash in your thigh if it wasn’t for dina. in fact, you wouldn’t have even been out there if it wasn’t for—” his words were halted by a heavy smack to the shoulder from the girl behind him, which prompted him to twist the doorknob, and after which he uttered a small, “ow! why are you so violent?”

“goodnight, you two,” dina sighed, and glanced over her shoulder at the two of you. “feel better soon, okay, (y/n)?”

“thanks for bringing her home, dina. for looking after her.” ellie finally spoke, and dina turned back around for a moment upon stepping out into the night’s air

“i tried. a promise is a promise.” she shot you both a small smile, before pulling the door closed with a final click.

despite your injury, ellie had to admit to herself that her room was warmer with your return. she let her eyes scan over your profile, lingering slightly on the slope of your nose bridge, and the sculpted dip of your philtrum. her eyes fell to the side of your neck, and she felt herself visibly relax when she managed to clock the small thumping of your pulse. the same pulse she so often studied while you slept. “babe,” she whispered, regaining your full attention and earning her a small hum. “you’re okay?”

your face softened slightly, and you nodded. “yeah, ell. i’m okay.” she lifted a hand and placed it both reassuringly and gently on your good leg, giving your knee a squeeze before carefully leaning over your body and reaching for your backpack.

“please,” she huffed, plonking the bag down on her knees and retrieving your water bottle from inside. “drink something.” you complied to your girlfriend’s orders, letting her hand you the bottle and taking a few swigs from it to make your girlfriend happy. the water felt good as it swilled down your throat, softening the scratchiness and somehow lessening the pain in your thigh for a split second, though you were grateful for the momentary relief nevertheless. screwing the lid back onto the top, you placed the bottle beside you on the couch and turned your head to look at ellie again. “you could’ve died.” you watched her lips as she whispered.

you barely shrugged. “but i didn’t.”

ellie sighed. “fuck, (y/n).”

“ellie. i’m right here,” you insisted, though your voice remained soft and shrouded in moonlight. “yeah, i got hurt. and yeah, it sucks. but it will heal, and i’m here, and i’ll be okay.”

this wasn’t the first time that ellie was rendered pretty speechless by your ability to comfort her with a handful of simple, yet meaningful words. despite thinking of you all day, almost worrying herself into a mental decline and narrowly avoiding fucking up the work she completed for maria, you had immediately calmed her nerves. you somehow always knew how to relax her tense muscles, unclench her gritted teeth, and supply her with fresh air to breathe. here you were; raw beneath your bandage, still adorned in your blood-stained clothes, and probably exhausted. but you were alive; here, and breathing; here, and still as pretty as she had seen you that same morning, barely succeeding in keeping your heavy eyelids open as the two of you lay dozing in the sun-soaked bedsheets; here, and reassuring your girlfriend that things were alright.

“i love you,” the girl whispered, leaning a little closer just to tilt her chin upwards and press the gentlest of kisses to skin between your eyebrows. “i love you so much. i was, like, shitting my pants all day. hated not knowing whether or not you were okay. felt helpless.” her voice had fallen into a mumble, and you looked up at her with a hint of a smile.

“and i love you. even if you do worry too much.”

a shadow of a smile flickered over ellie’s lips, and she licked over them. “i worry for a reason,” she chuckled quietly, barely even loud enough for you to hear despite sitting so close to her. “clearly. how long sinced dina dressed your leg?”

you glanced down toward the coffee table, turning your leg to the side slightly to get a better look at the stain on your jeans to check that it hadn’t spread any wider, and to ensure ensure that you hadn’t bled through the barrier. “uhh, maybe… i don’t know, a couple of hours ago?” you returned your gaze to the girl beside you, whose own eyes were fixed on the maroon bloodstain.

“and you promise it doesn’t hurt? you don’t need me to clean it, change the bandage?”

“i promise.”

the girl was quiet for a moment, gaze trailing back up your leg before she turned her head and found your eyes. “is it bad under there?” she whispered, as if frightened of the answer. you shook your head gently, silently judging yourself for the way in which your heart fluttered at the concern that tainted ellie’s tone. you knew she would have been worried sick all day, but you couldn’t help but find it just slightly amusing how hard her outer shell appeared to everyone else. to those who didn’t know her. to anyone that wasn’t you.

“oh, yeah,” you whispered, trying to maintain a degree of seriousness in your voice, and ellie’s breath caught in her throat. “dina didn’t tell you, but, like… she almost had to perform the world’s first amputation while on horseback.” you couldn’t hold back the grin that tugged your mouth upwards, along with the heavy exhale that accompanied it through your nose. your smile grew wider when you watched as ellie noticeably relaxed upon realising that you were joking, and rolled her eyes.

“you’re so sick, you know that? sick and fucking twisted!” she leaned her elbow on the arm of the couch and rested the side of her head against her open palm. “jesusfuckingchrist.”

“i’m okay, ellie, i promise.” you reassured her, now in all seriousness. “i know that the blood probably makes it look scary, but it’s really not that bad. just a small gash.” extending a hand, you placed it on your girlfriend’s jean-clad thigh and gave it a squeeze, smoothing your little finger over her kneecap. the girl’s ivy eyes caught onto yours in a way that they had before, but that you swore to yourself over, and over again that you would never get used to: utterly loving, with no shadowed thoughts to cloud over it, and completely unapologetic, at that. with a small shuffle of her legs, and lifting her head from her hand, she got herself closer to you and took a second to lick over her lips.

“come here,” she whispered, hooking her pointer finger beneath your chin and reeling you forwards slightly. you pretty much immediately melted into her touch, allowing her to mould you into whatever position she wanted you aided by just her hands, and captured her lips with yours as they brushed. in a chaste, yet meaningful kiss, you brought your hand from her leg and used it to cup her face, pushing away a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. her own hand trailed up your arm, briefly warming the skin beneath your clothes before resting on the dip of your shoulder, lingering there even after the gentle kiss came to an end. “i love you,” ellie spoke, the tip of her nose almost slow dancing with yours as they brushed. “i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you.”

you offered her a small smile, lifting your shoulders in a shy little shrug. “and you’ll never know. ‘cause i’ll always be here.” your sweet, yet earnest words made ellie smile, the greenest part of her eyes twinkling optimistically right before you, like a shooting star passing through the sky just for less than a second, but for long enough to remember its short presence forever. she pressed one last short, firm kiss to your lips before glancing over her shoulder at your shared bed.

“you should lay down, babe.”

pulling at the corner of your lip with your teeth, you nod. “soon. wanna stay here with you, just a little longer,” ellie’s small smile brought another one to your own lips, and you elbowed her side lightly. “missed you.”

“missed you. when i wasn’t busy almost killing myself over what could’ve happened to you, and almost fucking up maria’s maps.” she mumbled, and you gave an amused hum.

“well, at least assuming the worst made this situation look a whole lot better. right?”

ellie pulled a face, twirling a piece of your hair that she had picked up somewhere along the way around her two fingers. “i wouldn’t say that, but, yeah. i’m definitely happy that you aren’t dead.”

you raised your eyebrows, scoffing a laugh and letting your head fall back against the couch. “thanks, ell. i’m happy i’m not dead, either.”

[mcdennis]

hi hello everyone have my brad/david playlist i hope you enjooooooy. these songs are very them to me (':

[sambam06]

Why does everyone want rep to come out now??? We just got 1989 let me enjooooooy before I get into the rep mind set

Also she’s not a machine and I wanna enjoy all this while it’s still happening!! Be in the moment instead of looking into the future all the time!

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January 19th in LA I’ll be having my EP release show and you’re invited but it’s going to be limited. In the meantime I’ll be dropping teasers to all the songs and new music videooooooss.  Follow me on Spotify and pre save link in bio. For those who are on my OF I’m dropping a bunch of photo sets this week so enjooooooy! #indiemusic #indieartist #redhead #gingergirls #gingerlife#redhairdontcare #redheadsdoitbetter #redheadlove #corset

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YES YOU MAY >:DDD

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