#bobawitch

[shepscapades]

Had to do a little doodle of the purple panda skins >:]

[strifesolution]

one minute and thirty seven seconds of the yogscast's blood on the clocktower in minecraft out of context

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Martyn: God, I just like it when I'm just fucking flung about—

Boba: yeah?

Martyn: —I wanna be twisted—

Harry: —Are we still talking about roller coasters? Sorry—

Martyn: —shook upside down for my lunch money—both, honestly

Boba: it’s pride month, it’s pride month—

Harry: (laughs)

Martyn: I’d just like to be thrown around, honestly. 

Harry: that—that’s not, that is good, (indistinct)

Boba: that’s like—(laughs)—

Martyn: death by snoo-snoo, is the goal for everybody, surely. 

[bobawitch]

Highschool Battlefield | C.S

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem reader <3

cw: none!

wc: 2,379

a/n: OMG YALL IM SO SORRY! i did not mean to disappear off the face of the earth thats so my bad. life got crazy and my writers block was unrelenting. but heres the first chapter in a chris fic that ive been working on off and on. hope yall enjoy ;P

Chapter One:

You always had a distaste for “normal” highschool activities like pep rallies and homecoming afterparties. Which landed the question of why were you here? At the homecoming pep rally for your highschool. Well that was easy, your best friend Allison had dragged you. She had begged you for the last week and a half to come and eventually you gave in. Now Allison was the literal opposite of you, popular, bubbly. She was the girl everyone loved, and you were her best friend that no one understood. Most of the school just knew you as Allie’s friend, it wasn’t uncommon for people to not even know your name. She had it all, the style, the boyfriend, the grades, she was head of student council as well as head cheerleader. Honestly sometimes you wondered why she was your best friend, you were nothing like her. You were the outcast art kid that could have amazing grades if they cared, but you didn’t. Honestly if you hadn’t met Allie in 2nd grade you doubt y’all would’ve become friends. So now you sat on the top of the bleachers watching Allie lead the cheerleaders in their big routine, the football boys sitting on the front of the bleachers as the rest of the school screamed and cheered. Even though the homecoming pep rally was mainly for the football team the other sports teams were encouraged to wear their jerseys. Among the jocks you saw Chris, anybody that was anybody knew who Chris Sturniolo was. Potentially the most popular lacrosse player in the whole school, and way out of your social group. Though his older triplet brother Nick was a good friend of Allie’s so sometimes you’d cross paths. Your eyes drifted from his messy curls over to Allie and her beaming smile. You grinned to yourself, looking down at the sketchbook in your lap. A small sigh escaped your lips as your thumb pushed the volume button on your phone. Djo blared in your ears and you closed your eyes, laying your head back against the wall.

As you drifted into your own imaginary world you felt someone tap your shoulder and your eyes shot open. You were met with Allie’s big blue eyes and toothy white smile. You nodded at her as she sat next to you. “Hey.” You mumbled, tugging your earbuds out of your ear by their chord. You grabbed the pencil out of the ring of your sketchbook, opening it to the page of doodles of people in the auditorium. “I’m so glad you came Y/N!” Allie nearly yelled into your ear. You smiled over at her. “You’re my best friend, of course I came!” You shouted back. She grinned, leaning her head on your shoulder as her boyfriend came up to her. Jackson, Allie’s boyfriend, head of the football team. They were textbook prom queen and king. You gave a half smile at Jackson as he nodded to you, pulling Allie back to her feet. “Hey babe, the sports teams are going to get some pizza, wanna come?” Allie nodded before looking back at you. “Yep! And you’re coming with Y/N.” You looked up, your eyes fluttering in a confused look. “Uh, no thanks I’m good.” Allie shook her head and grabbed your arm, tugging you to your feets and causing your pencil to drop next to your docs. You sighed, Allie got like this sometimes, where she’d decide it was her turn to pick what we did. You slowly bent to grab your pencil and stuff it along with your sketchbook, back into your bag. You then adjusted the ratty flannel that clung to your arms as Allie let Jackson lead her away, following closely behind. You loved Allie but whenever she tried to force you into going places with Jackson and her cheerleader friends you felt a bit out of place. It was overall uncomfortable for you and usually no one would talk to you. 

Soon enough the 3 of you arrived at a pizza place by your school and you stepped out of the car. A singular earbud securely tucked into your ear as Allie and Jackson pranced into the place, arm and arm. You crossed your arms as you walked in afterwards, finding a seat at the end of the table where some of the hockey and lacrosse players sat. You pulled out your sketchbook and began drawing again, peering into the back where a tall boy with black hair flipped some pizza dough. You quickly began a sketch of the boy, it was a hobby of yours to just sketch the people around you. It was so common that you had almost managed to draw everyone in your small high school. “That’s really good.” You jumped slightly from the sudden voice, looking up and being met with bright blue eyes. You stared at none other than Chris Sturniolo who met your gaze before looking behind him to see the boy you were drawing. “You’re really good at drawing.” He spoke again. “Oh uh, thanks. It’s just a hobby.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling the need to put your sketchbook away. He watched as you slid your sketchbook closed, setting down your pencil. “You’re Allie’s friend right?” He kept eye contact with you as you looked at the rest of the table. All of his teammates were chatting and laughing and yet here he was looking at you. “Uh, yeah.” You finally answered his question, looking at Allie who was talking to Chris’s other brother, Matt. Matt was on the hockey team with the triplet’s friend Nate, though you could still feel Chris’s eyes boring into the side of your face. “Does Allie’s friend have a name?” He spoke once more, causing you to turn. “Oh, sorry. Yeah hi, I’m Y/N.” You quickly muttered out. You weren’t good with socializing and you couldn’t quite wrap your head around why Chris Sturniolo of all people was talking to you. “I’m Chris. Nice to meet you Y/N.” You smiled lightly before looking down again, staring at the cover of your sketchbook. “Oh Y/N you met Chris?” Allie was suddenly sitting shoulder to shoulder with you, smiling with joy. “Uh, yeah.” She smiled and leaned closer to Chris. “You’ll have to excuse her, she’s not very social.” She said, nudging you playfully. You rolled your eyes before nudging her back, a smile tugging at your lips. “I am too, I just wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to me here.” You rebutted, looking at Chris again. His lips were tugged into a playful smirk. You rubbed your nose, your rings gently clicking against your septum piercing. You looked back towards where the pizza boy was, he had since left causing a sigh to escape your lips. “Did your muse disappear?” Chris teased from across you. You rolled your eyes. “Not my muse, I just like drawing candids.” “Then draw me.” You scrunched your nose, furrowing your eyebrows as you studied the boy’s face. “Uh no.” You shook your head, slowly opening your sketchbook and swiping past the drawings of the pep rally. “Why not?” You could’ve been imagining it but you almost thought you heard genuine hurt in the boy’s voice. “Because.” You tried to search for a reason but honestly you didn’t know why you wouldn’t draw him. “Because why?” He leaned closer, his tone a teasing and playful one. You sighed and flipped to an open page. “I don’t draw people when they are posing for it.” It wasn’t your best argument but it would work. “First time for everything right?” You sighed, examining the blue-eyed boy that sat in front of you. You chewed on your inner cheek before giving in. “Ok fine. Just act like I’m not drawing you please.” 

Chris’s grin was impossible to hide as he bounced up and down in his chair. He cleared his throat before looking directly at you, apparently this was how he wanted you to draw. You shook your head, yet another sigh escaping your lips. “No, just start talking to your teammates and I’ll draw you. I don’t want to draw you staring at me.” He furrowed his brows, obviously confused as to why you cared so much but obliging anyway.

You stared at Chris’s features as your pencil danced along your sketchbook paper. You hated to admit it but Chris was actually pretty fun to draw. His hair swooped it a way that you enjoyed replicating. After about 20 minutes you had filled an entire page of your sketchbook with quickly drawn poses of Chris. You cleared your throat to catch his attention, him immediately stopping his conversation with his teammate and looking at you. He smirked when he noticed the clutch you had on your sketchbook. You slowly slid your sketchbook over to Chris before sliding your hand back. For some reason watching him inspect your drawings of him made you anxious, your heart beating out of your chest as you waited for some kind of reaction from the boy. He stared intently at the page before his hand gripped the edge of it. With a long ripping noise he pulled the page of drawings out of your sketchbook. You watched with an agape mouth as he folded it up and placed it securely in his pocket. “Thanks pretty girl.” He winked at you before turning to his teammate and beginning to speak again. You were absolutely stunned, staring blankly at the insanely popular boy. “Uh… yeah. Don’t mention it.” You looked over to your phone that lit up and frowned, taking your sketchbook and stuffing it in your bag. You stood, leaning over to Allie. “Dad called, I gotta get home. See you tomorrow.” Before you left the pizza place.

-

You gazed into your friend’s mirror, glaring daggers at your own reflection. Once again you found yourself questioning what you did to get into this predicament. You were in a black denim mini skirt with a black lace tank top hugging your curves, complimented by your signature fishnets and platform doc marten boots. You looked over to Allie’s bed where your green denim jacket laid. Quickly you grabbed it, snaking it around your arms before pulling it around your waist, hiding your torso from yourself. You hated when Allie made you dress up for things and today was no exception. Somehow you had talked Allie out of making you wear a big dress to homecoming but when you attempted to talk her out of making you go you were less successful. So you sighed and put on your least tomboy outfit before heading to Allie’s. She also insisted on doing your hair and makeup. You had sat as still as possible as the girl did a “clean girl” look on you. You quickly fixed it by adding some dark eyeliner and a little bit of liner on your waterline, darkening your eyes. Seemingly content with your look and her own, Allie dragged you to your truck. You had agreed to drive her so she could get wasted even if it meant you had to be at a high school dance completely sober. Not only that but Allie had already signed you up for going to at least one homecoming after party. 

Within no time you had gotten Allie to the school, helping her tipsy self out of your passenger seat before walking her over to Jackson. Jackson smiled at her and she quickly tackled him, smashing her lips against his. You cringed and looked away, making a fake gag face. You hated PDA, maybe just because you had never experienced it with someone, maybe because watching people swap saliva was gross. Who knows. After the two broke apart Jackson led Allie off towards the opening of the dance, looking back at you and nodding for you to follow. You looked down at your beat up boots before sighing and slowly dragging your feet to the front. Alison walked in with Jackson without a second glance at you, just expecting you to blindly follow her into your own personal hell. The overwhelming urge to cover your ears hit you like a ton of bricks, followed quickly by the smell of teenage sweat. You sighed walking over to a table that Allie had thrown her bag on. You sat down and pulled out your pocket sketchbook, grabbing your pencil from the messy bun you had thrown your hair into. You were granted a few fleeting moments of peace before you felt a tap on your shoulder. Upon swinging your head around you were met with a newly familiar pair of eyes. You felt your heart leap through your throat as you stared at the Sturniolo boy. “Hey pretty girl. Wasn’t expecting you to be at one of these, doesn’t seem like your thing.” He spoke in his usual charismatic way though he was forced to a near shout by the loud music. Chris held eye contact with you as he sat in the plastic chair next to you. “It’s not my thing, Allie made me come.” You replied to him in a shout, looking over to where Allie danced with her boyfriend. You sighed before looking back to Chris, a smirk still on his face. “Oh and stop calling me pretty girl. I have a name.” Chris chuckled, causing you to wonder if what you had said was funny. Chris opened his mouth to say something but before he spoke you felt a weight collapse on your shoulders. Your nose was immediately filled with the rosey perfume you knew Allie wore to events. Your hands moved up to hold her arms that had wrapped around you. “Hey Allie.” You said, Allie’s drunken giggling in your ears. She looked up and smiled at Chris. “Hii Chrissy!! I’m so glad you met Y/N, she’s so funnn.” You looked at Chris who was softly admiring you. Eyes darted away as your cheeks grew warmer. You stood, one hand still holding onto Allie’s arms and the other catching your sketchbook. “Come on Allie let’s go dance.” Allie smiled and moved her arms, grabbing your hand instead. You set down your sketchbook and gave a glance to Chris before walking off to the dance floor.

[thedeaddandy]

something something Five cosplay thanks to thoughts with @fluxedbuds

[mikekilluz]

Minecraft Gartic piece I made for the Jingle Jam colouring book!

[pastalbird]

another cool bday! @boba-wtch

[melongraph56]

Roles and Relations (Part 1: Main Characters)

Yogscast: Tales of Arcadia AU

as the title suggests gonna be talking about the roles the yogs have in the au and their relation to each other. considering these guys as the main characters for now since they have the most content I've thought of so far lmao. but for sure most of them are set as main characters in the au. expect this to be revised in the future. also enjoy the bullet-points, I do not have the energy to write short cohesive paragraphs

boba

main protagonist

first human trollhunter

currently a full-time highschool student

chased after fairytales all her life only to find out it was all real, most of those stories anyways

always fascinated by honeydew's tales and xephos's skills and strengths

littlewood

first trollhunter

died at the hands of israphel before the heroes sealed him away in the darklands

lives as a spirit inside the amulet to guide boba about what it takes to be a trollhunter

has a very strained relationship with rythian

like a son to swampy

xephos

mentor of boba

training her to wield the sword of daylight since he is a skilled "swordsman"

considered as a hero to trollkind for his battle against israphel

works as a curator in the observatory

before boba got the amulet, xephos accidently revealed his identity and how old he actually is to her when they asked where he got his naval jacket from (what a fool)

best of buds with honeydew and lalna

honeydew

mentor of boba

teaching her troll history and customs even though some of his stories are a bit too farfetched

one of the mighty heroes of trollkind for banishing israphel to the darklands

would spend a lot of his time in the deep dark looking for powerful gemstones

currently obsessed with modern human things

best of buds with xephos and lalna

lalna

technically a mentor to boba but he's more of an emotional anchor since he's more "human" than his best friends. the cultures and emotions of trolls and akiridions are drastically different from humans

mentor of nano

was an apprentice to fumblemore

has a descendent, lalnable (might change his name?)

best of buds with xephos and honeydew

struggles to keep a job down, always broke. has to rely on nano's income most of the time

finds rythian as an annoying roach

nanosounds

apprentice to lalna, learning spellcasting and artificing from him

has a twin sister, echo. nano is the older twin

manages the noodle shop in town, has tried to give lalna job opportunities there but he's at a point of being blacklisted from the establishment. both as a employee and patron

hopes no evil changeling finds her and be terminated or worse turns her in to the evil changeling cult, especially by her sister

rythian

the antagonist to our heroes

a champion to jean ("the queen") and follows her every command

skilled assassin in combat, stealth, and sorcery

has many titles some of the most notable, "slayer of trollhunters"

absolutely hates lalna and littlewood's guts

redemption arc inbound

zoeya

leader of trollmarket and protector of the heartstone

would look up to honeydew sometimes for elder troll wisdom, though it's not always the best advice

indebted to lalna for making her robotic arm, after the attack.

has been paranoid since, expecting him to show up again to finish the job.

like honeydew she's obsessed with human things, specifically their machinery, as well as akiridion technology since it's so advanced

would join in lalna and xeph's conversation about the topic whenever she wasn't too busy

[yogsdrawnbadly]

A wonderful series, I love when the yogs do videos like this

[mundanemeowart]

A wild BobaRat appears!

[yoglab]

can I get a boba :]ilhsm

Day 22: Boba

love her

[strifesolution]

yogs text posts (modern edition)

[bobawitch]

hey, i love ur writing sm!! i was wondering if you could write a platonic chris fic (or romantic, whatever u feel like writing), where they're at a party or smth and he helps the reader out when a guy keeps hitting on her and won't take a hint. thank u in advance if you write this!

a/n: omg tysm for the request and the kind words. im glad you enjoy my writing and i loved this prompt. hope you enjoy <3

pairing: ace/aro reader x chris (platonic)

cw: this does have themes of some sexual harrassment and could be found triggering to some readers. please read at your own discretion. she/her pronouns used and y/n used.

wc: 1308

Halloween night. As was said in Mean Girls it’s one of the only nights of the year when a girl can dress in a revealing way and not get absolutely destroyed by other people for it. Now you found that trend a bit cliche but who doesn’t enjoy looking good for a party? It was a party held by the triplets who had quickly become some of your favorite people in the world. Chris especially, he was your best friend. He was like a twin flame for you, plenty of the fans asked if the two of you were dating but you were quick to admit that you are aromantic and asexual. When you first told Chris he seemed a bit confused and proceeded to ask you as many questions as his funny little head could come up with. You didn’t mind answering questions and you actually appreciated that he tried to understand your romantic and sexual orientation. After that it was history, Chris was like the brother you always wanted. You spent almost all the time with each other, going to concerts and sports games together. You frequently traveled with the triplets back to Boston and Mary Lou absolutely adored you. She’d often call you to get opinions on things she was planning to buy. The triplets found this absolutely adorable and would often tease their mom about it. Mary Lou liked to call you her daughter and honestly you didn’t mind it that much. 

You were currently sitting in Chris’s room watching him pick which costume he wanted to go with. Part of him debated going as Steve Harrington again, or maybe just being the 80s jazzercise coach again. You on the other hand had decided to be a little witch. Basic enough that you weren’t stressed out but could still be cute. Although you didn’t fully send into the sluttiness that usually surrounds Halloween you did have some skin showing. Chris told you you looked amazing which made you gush, you thanked him before calling him corny. “What? Corny!? I can’t compliment my best friend now??” You laughed at Chris’s fake offended face. “Nope!” You teased before looking back down at your phone. You scrolled through tik tok for a bit longer before pushing yourself up to stand. “I’m gonna wait in the kitchen.” You said and Chris nodded. “Ok, see you in a bit.” 

Within no time the triplet’s house had flooded with people, mostly people you knew but a few friends brought their new partners. One person’s partner brought their brother to the party. He was a tall built fellow with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was definitely conventionally attractive though that mattered little to you. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that he was staring but you just avoided him by walking away. You were currently sitting over on the couch next to a socially exhausted Nick. You nudged his shoulder and he smiled at you with a slightly pained expression. “How you doing bud?” He sighed and rested his head on your shoulder. “I’m so tired. Why are there so many people all the time?” You sighed, laying your cheek to the top of Nick’s head. “Yeahh, parties are kind of a lot.” As you both sat and sighed in antisocial feelings Larray danced his way over to Nick, grabbing his hand and smiling at you. “Mind if I take him?” You looked at Nick who seemed to get a little excited by Larray coming to him. You smiled at the man and nodded. “Go for it.” Nick soon got up and walked away with Larray. You leaned back into the soft couch, closing your eyes for a moment before taking a sip of your root beer. You only opened your eyes upon feeling the cushions next to you sink. You turned your head to see the brother that had been staring at you all night. You furrowed your brows in confusion, quickly looking to make sure you knew where Matt, Chris, or Madi were just in case. Though in the midst of your scouting the man had gotten closer to you. “Hey hot stuff, what’s your name?” You looked at the man, suddenly feeling the need to grasp your cup a little tighter. “Uh, Y/N. Can I help you?” The man smirked and leaned closer to you, placing his arm on the back of the couch behind you. “Let me make you a drink. You look interesting. I want to get to know you.” You tried to put a polite smile on your face before shaking your head gently. “Oh uh I’m sorry I’m actually aromantic and asexual so I’m not really interested in anything.” You found that most of the time if you just told them you weren’t into it they’d leave you alone. Hopefully this guy was the same, but to your dismay the man’s smirk didn’t waiver after you turned him down. You began to stand, seeing that he was standing with you. “Oh come on, I’m sure you just haven’t found the right guy for you.” His hand grazed your wrist, soon holding it with a frightening strength. Your heart began to race and you tried to move your arm away from the guy. “No thank you, I’d like to walk away now please.” He pulled you closer to him and you shut your eyes, fear overcoming your entire body. But instead of hearing his creepiness again you heard a familiar voice. “Hey bro she said she wasn’t interested.” You opened your eyes to see Chris standing between you and the guy. He was still holding your wrist yet you were focused on Chris and the anger that seemed to radiate off his body. “Hey man, we aren't looking for any trouble. Sweetheart and I were just about to leave. No need to get angry.” The guy said, his grip tightening on your wrist. He tugged you, making you step closer to him and farther from Chris. “I’m not gonna tell you again dude. Leave her alone.” You reached out to Chris, trying to let him know you were ok. That you could handle it and that he didn’t need to worry but it was too late. You saw the guy’s mouth open but Chris was staring at his hand that gripped onto you. 

Within a flash you saw Chris lunge at the guy, connecting his fist to his face and repeating. Suddenly the room fell silent as the creepy guy fell to the floor, CHris stradling to land a few more blows. The upbeat music was all you could hear for a moment before you snapped out of your daze. You quickly moved forward, grabbing Chris’s arm and forcing him to look at you. “Chris stop please!” You pleaded with your best friend, his ocean eyes boring into your own. He stopped punching the guy before letting you help him up. “Get out of my fucking house.” Chris said down to the man. “And do not EVER come back.” The guy looked at you before wiping blood away from his mouth and scrambling to his feet. He looked at Chris’s heaving body before turning and leaving, pushing multiple people away as he made his way to the door. You looked at everyone around you, most were speechless and your eyes landed on Nick and Larray. You sighed and grabbed Chris’s hand, intertwining your fingers before pulling him away from the party. Slowly people began to speak again but it was muffled behind Matt’s door. You shut the door and looked at Chris who looked directly back at you. Without a word you wrapped your arms around Chris’s torso, tears streaming your face as you buried yourself deep in Chris’s chest. He wrapped his own arms around you as he tried to catch his breath. He held you close to him as you sobbed, not wanting to let you go. “If I ever see that guy again I’ll beat the shit out of him.” You smiled gently at that, slowly calming yourself in his arms. “Thanks Chris.” “Of course Y/N. I love you, call me if anyone ever treats you like that again.” “Ok, I will. I love you too Chris.”

[lvrsparadise]

'GAMER' - M.S

Synopsis - "Tired?" "Mhm."

Warnings! - Literally nothing, it's short and sweet

A/N - The edit I saw made me want to write about gamer bf Matt soooo, here you go!

I sigh and place my phone down in front of me, turning to look at Matt again, who's parked at his desk playing some game his chat told him to play.

I sit up in his bed, still out of frame though, and turn fully around to look at him.

I think about it for a second before I stand up and walk to stand next to him.

"Oh, hey babe."

I hum and lift his arm up, carefully sliding into his lap and draping my legs over the arm of the chair and resting my head on his shoulder.

He just goes back to playing the game, although adjusting himself so he can play around me.

He leans his head on mine while he plays, and I start to feel my eye lids get heavy.

"Tired?"

"Mhm." I nod my head and wrap one arm around his torso, holding myself closer to him.

He presses a kiss to the top of my head and goes back to playing, humming quietly as he does so, occasionally talking to the chat, the vibrations from his chest lulling me to sleep.

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[yxtubers]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

chris sturniolo x reader (fluff, hurt/comfort)

summary: chris finds out that you’re afraid during the storm so he decides to comfort you as best as he can

warnings/notes: mentions of being scared/anxiety

requested?: yes! ↴

- could you do a romantic fluff based on the "blanket fort" and the "you're safe” prompt with chris @bobawitch

- can i request prompt 26 "cuddling during storm/power outage" with chris

> > >

The storm had caused a power outage across the majority of the town. You didn’t mind all that much considering it was late at night and you were going to sleep anyway.

Yet the sound of the storm outside kept you up. The rain was like bullets against the window, pattering incessantly against the glass. It would’ve been alright if it was only rain, but when your whole room lit up as a huge strike of lightning hit, you were done for.

Thunder boomed straight after, and you shoved your head under the blanket in fear. You had always hated loud noises, especially when they cane unexpectedly.

Only one person could help you, but he was on the other side of the house.

‘Fuck,’ you muttered as you cocooned yourself in the blanket before standing up from your mattress and practically sprinting to Chris’ room. Another lightning bolt illuminated the house, and you shook slightly with fear.

“Chris,” you whisper yelled as you knocked on his door.

Chris was a night owl, so it was no surprise when he opened the door in mere seconds, fully awake.

He had candles lit in his room as he seemed to be rearranging his closet.

Taking one look at you, he chuckled. You probably looked ridiculous but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel safe - and Chris always made you feel safe.

“What’s the get-up for?” he mocked.

You gripped your blanket tighter to you.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, embarrassed.

Chris’ façade quickly fell as he immediately turned serious. He let you into the room, closing the door behind him. His arms came to wrap around you, squeezing you deeper into your blankets.

Another bit thunder shrieked across the house, causing your whole body to tense.

You felt his hand hold your head close to his chest, the volume of the storm muffling slightly against the fabric of his jumper. Chris petted your head softly as he rocked you back and forth.

“You’re safe here,” he whispered against the crown of your head. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Lifting your head from the comfort of his chest, you looked around the area. He had clothes strewn all over the floor, and candles saturated every dark corner of the room.

“Spring cleaning?” you joked.

Chris chucked as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms.

“I was bored - and wide awake with no WiFi. What else am I supposed to do?”

“Save me from the storm,” you responded.

You crawled on top of his sheets, curling up ad you waited for him to join you. Chris didn’t budge. You looked at him expectantly, but he only held his finger up as if to say ‘one second’.

He scurried around the room as he grabbed several sheets and pillows from his closet. You simply watched him. Eyes trained onto him, you followed his movements as he began to build a little hut around you. He was careful to not knock over any candles in the process.

He picked up an old stuffed animal of his as he sat it down next to you.

“He’ll keep you safe until I’m back,” said Chris as he continued to build his masterpiece.

Once the fort was built, Chris blew out all but one candle in the room, crawling into bed finally. It was cozy - and cute. The white sheets felt like an aura of protection, even when the lightning struck loudly against the endless sky, you didn’t jump quite as much as before.

But maybe that was because Chris was here.

Shifting himself so that he was wrapped up in your blanket with you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“You still scared?”

Hugging an arm around his torso, you squeezed him affectionately.

“Not at all,” you responded.

With a kiss to the forehead, Chris let you finally drift off to a much needed sleep, listening to your breathing even out. He was glad you came to him in your time of need. He would always be there to protect you - no matter what.

- - -

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

@lollibumblebee

@dwntwn-strnlo

@gracietaylorsversions

@20nugs

@thetriplets3

@sunshinewwx

@gwenlore

@gabbylovesreading

@ssturniolo

@opheliaofficial07

@stargirlv0id

[a-quilted-milky-way]

new genders loading....

[Image ID: The flags for the genderclass systems. The flags have colors in this order left to right: brown, light brown, caramel, off white, caramel, light brown, brown. The details are different shades of dark brown. End ID.]

bobamage | bobaseer

bobamaid | bobasylph

bobaprince | bobabard

bobaknight | bobapage

bobalord | bobamuse

bobawitch | bobaheir

bobathief | bobarouge

a gender related to being the [x] of boba!

tagging @cocajimmycola @revenant-coining @radiomogai @karkitz and @lovesick-mogai ( if you want to be added to the tag list/taken off of it, you can always tell me :] )