#just keeled over laughing at this. thanks anon

[long-dao]

Does Louis have names for Lestat's tats such as Lestit and Lestat?

ToT lmaoooooo

[forsworned]

Okay, okay, hear me out . I neeed a y/n sweet innocent thing who works with 141 (probably computer shit) idk but she wanted to step out her shell & goes out drinking with the boys were she loses a bet with soap & he makes y/n wear a skimpy outfit like those " hot nurse or maid" outfits around the team for a day and it makes price and/or ghost go absolutely feral . The end. Please and thank you p s love your writing.

Author's note: You know normally I do not do these sort of requests because I think that the whole like oh y/n needs to dress in something slutty because she lost a bet schtick is like somewhat demeaning. Like I'm all for it happening to the 141 or whatever but, I put my own spin on it, so even if you don't enjoy it I will but thank you for supporting me anon <3 also screaming at the images I chose for this hahaha

Despite the fact that being in the military was a constant inner battle of not becoming a barrack bunny, it made it a bit easier knowing that 90% of the men were just straight-up fucking whores. So when you lose 7-6 in back-to-back rounds of Blackjack to Johnny, he thinks it's funny to propose a bet that leaves you practically bare-ass naked to every soldier on base.

"'ll be like wearin' a bikini." He says.

To which you can give him a piercing glare that sends an unpleasant shudder up his spine, but regardless he's laughing his ass off. It's not exactly an everyday occurrence that Johnny is winning bets against you so he's taking advantage of the opportunity to embarrass you just as much as you do him.

Wolf whistles and cat calls are heard from the common area that the 141 was currently lounging in, and their ears perk up at the sound of heels clicking against the floor.

"Hell's fuckin' bells, you really wore it, bonnie." Johnny eyes are twinkling and his grin is stretched from ear to ear when he gets a gander at you.

You're wearing the sluttiest maid outfit you could have ever conjured up from many, many, many Halloween's ago when you were in your Chicks Gone Wild Era (iykyk) and Price, Kyle and Simon are flabbergasted by your appearance. Kyle is dropping his spoon that he just stirred his coffee with, Simon is half turning the page to his book and Price just straight up chokes on his London Fog, sputtering it all over his MacBook.

"Fuck you." You mutter, plopping down on the couch next to Simon as you readjust the mobcap on your head. Your dress is riding up as you sit, but you cross your legs and Price is handing you a pillow to cover yourself up to which you sheepishly smile up at him and thank him.

"Why are ye complainin'? Y'look good, bonnie."

"You put her up to this?" Kyle asks, bewildered at the situation unfolding.

"Lookin' good, Serg!" A passing herd of soldiers call out to you as they chuckle amongst themselves and continue to whistle at you.

You shake your head and turn to Johnny with an exasperated look. "Is this what you wanted? To embarrass me?"

"It's not very becoming of you, Johnny." Price murmurs against his mug before taking a sip but it's evident that his face is reddening by the second by your scanty appearance.

"Oh, she does it to me all th' time!" Johnny throws his hands up in half frustration and half amusement.

But Simon on the other hand is silent. He doesn't really know what to say, but he's starting to feel the warmth rushing between his legs.

"L.t., thoughts?"

And Johnny knows exactly what the fuck he's doing while he's shooting him that shit-eating grin that makes Simon want to fucking bumrush the absolute shit out of the Scotsman.

Admittedly this has Kyle and Price's tongues poking their cheeks as they await his answer.

"Y'r a fuckin' slag, Johnny."

And that causes the room to erupt into laughter as you're all clapping your knees and keeling over. Johnny is slightly embarrassed by the jab, but nonetheless, is laughing along. It was nice to have a little laugh in the 141.

[faith-forgxtten-land]

That smut you wrote for Donnie was so good OMFG do you think you could write something for 2007 Leo (if you write for them IDK if you do) where Reader is giving him a blowjob? 👉👈 

Mouthful | Leonardo

i definitely write for 2007! in fact, please send me more 2007 asks, i'm actually kind of obsessed at the moment because i rewatched it the other day and this ask kind of got me out of a writing slump, so thank you very much anon. also, i took 'blowjob' and made it more face-fucking because i felt like it... hope you don't mind! enjoy!

warnings: NSFW (not proofread, read at your own risk), slight choking? face-fucking, bruises, degradation etc. it's just a bit filthy guys. mentions of pussy for reader, awful title but i was blanking so bad so don't judge. everyone is 18+!!

summary: leonardo is a mouthful

word count: 887, pretty short

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your knees are aching, you can feel the bruises already blossoming like petals blooming, but you don’t dare move, not even to reposition yourself as Leo fucks your face harder. He’s not being gentle or loving tonight, not after you spent the entire evening teasing him, and you can’t help the way it makes your stomach clench and your pussy leak.

You groan drunkenly around his cock as he pumps it over and over into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with ease, then fucking down beyond. It's not possible, you know it isn't, but it feels a bit like he's fucking deep enough to puncture your lungs and the thought only makes you wetter. A whine that sounds more like a breathless wheeze escapes you as his hand wraps around your neck and he pistons his hips rougher and somehow even deeper.

Vision blurry with both pleasure and ecstasy, you moan something; it might be his name or a wordless plea, you��re not quite sure, but it makes Leo growl darkly as he tangles his fingers in your hair and pushes you further down on his cock until your face is pressed harshly against his plastron and his sweat drips onto your skin. It’s filthy and not particularly comfortable, but you’re too far gone to care. You’d take anything he’d give you with a smile and a thank you, although your smile might be drunk and your words might be nothing more than slurs at this point.

“Please, Leo,” you say as best you can around his cock, heavy and thick and taking up all the space in your throat. "L-Leonardo." It’s the biggest you’ve ever taken or ever will take, bordering on too big, but that just makes you need it more. It’s so perfect, you think dazedly. You might whimper it out loud, too, judging from Leo’s tightening grip that burns your scalp. You feel dizzy, like you’re about to keel over even from where you’re kneeling.

“What was that?” He asks, face taut and jaw clenched as he holds himself back from pumping load after load before he’s through with you. “I couldn’t quite make it out.”

It's humiliating and tears are gathering on your lashes like diamonds, stinging and sharp, before rolling down your flushed cheeks. “Please,” you beg again and this time Leo barks a cruel laugh at how broken you sound, please sounding more like wheezing gibberish, the word unable to form from where he’s got his cock blocking your airway.

“You’re such a good slut,” he coos, hand squeezing tighter around your throat. He curses loudly as you whine in agreement, grasping firmly and feeling his length inside you. He can’t help himself as he fucks your face faster, using your mouth like a fuck toy, praise and degradation in equal measure pouring from his lips in tandem with the slap, slap, slap of your face against his keratin. “You’re so fucking good for me,” he snarls, hand still gripping your neck in a way you know will leave impossible to hide, three-fingered bruises. “So fucking dirty, such a perfect mouth for me to use.”

Your moan is loud even with his cock still deep within your throat and that’s what it takes for him to come undone. He doesn’t pull back, doesn’t grant you the slightest hint of reprieve as he spills thread after thread, filling you up until you feel like you're drowning. “Swallow it,” he gasps. “All of it.”

You try to do as you asks, desperate to please him even in such a pathetic state, and you almost manage. It’s impossible to swallow it all, and you cough as he pulls his softening cock out of your throat with an obscene squelch that ignites a modicum of embarrassment in the depths of your mind.

Leo, as smug as ever even as he pants like he's run a marathon, runs a finger across your mouth and down your chin with a self-satisfied smile, gathering what come you couldn’t keep down and pushing it back past your lips. “Come on,” he murmurs softly, and you let your mouth fall open, watching him with hazy eyes as you work instinctively to clean up every last drop he’s willing to give you.

He might be a conceited bastard, but he’s looking at you with so much love and affection, even after fucking your face with abandon, when you know you look like a drooling mess, and it turns your limbs to jelly. You sag against him and your breath catches as his smile turns soft and gooey and that hand still around your throat slackens into a reverent caress. “I love you.”

The moment doesn’t last long; his dark eyes darken further, traces of honeyed endearment melting as you try to speak. Your voice is wrecked. “I love you too,” you croak, and before you can blink you’re on your back and Leo’s there, strong and imperious above you, clouding your vision and blocking out everything but him.

You giggle deliriously as his teeth sink into the column of your throat, right over one of those already flowering bruises, and you make a mental note to call in sick tomorrow because there is absolutely no way you’ll be able to walk when Leo is finished with you.

[zomb-rabbit]

hiiiiii!! <3 it's me again, so the habit has pet cats, right? shows this on Tribetwelve, so could you do hcs where your partner actually likes cats and gets acquainted with their habit pet cats, please? Thank you very much in advance 💕🐇

hi 💕!!! i can totally do that for you, that's so cute !!!! i did notice that u were off anon when u sent this in, so i'm answering it like this just incase it was a mistake :) let me know if you want me to post with the original ask though!!

🐇 HABIT x gn!reader that loovveesss the kitties :))

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AWWWWWW

he likes it when you talk back to them like they're people

or if you just meow back and forth with one of them

thinks it's adorable

he wouldn't say that, but he's definitely leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed and smiling, waiting for you to notice him while you're CLEARLY mid-very-important-conversation with one of them

cats go on the bed

he doesn't need to really sleep too often, but he'll occasionally jump in with you and the cats to hold them like chunky babies

you end up spoiling the cats with treats trying to get them to like and get used to you the first little while

they end up LOVING you

they like to bug you when you're doing things- trying to get in the way of everything, eat whatever you're eating, etc.

if you're the type to yell/scream/do a big dramatic gasp when something happens, you're gonna scare the hell out of him by accident

there's gonna be a day where one of the cats knocks a book off the desk and the noise scares you enough to freak out for a minute

he HATES to say it but he next to sprinted to where you were at

lil mf is keeled over laughing at why you got so freaked out

thinks it's the funniest thing that you're dating him, and you were scared of a lil chunky cat

y'all are the sweetest with these cats though :)

[theallianceofcelestials]

Tinder Anon back, I had a few funny ideas for the hypothetical tinder arc for Kc-

The first one, he gets super obsessive over the family phone and doesn’t let anyone use it/touch it. Ie, hiding it somewhere in the kitchen or just somewhere high where the others can’t reach, or just keeping it on his person at all times (maybe in neck ruffles somehow? If he even has those, I don’t remember his design XD)

And second, one of the animatronics he messages on Cindr just… ghost him. And he gets confused and he’s just like Why? And of course his family notices because he’s just sad and confused that he’s being ignored online. Then he finally says that he got a dating app and Eclipse and Lunar are having complete opposite reactions (because Lunar is probs the only other one of them who knows what dating/dating apps are)- Lunar is dying laughing and Eclipse is just panicking because his father is trying to date someone.

Anyways I just thought I should share my silly goofy ideas

Hey Tinder Anon! Been a while!

Killcode would probably become obsessive over the family phone because he's being secretive. And he doesn't want any of his family members to accidentaly see a text from his 'beau'. He'd be mortified and forever humiliated if any of his brothers found out he was trying dating. Especially after what happened with the last time he dated, back before the prison, where he ended up in tears pathetically crying face-down in the grass.

(Here's a little part from the first chapter that describes him: His casing split in an incriminatingly familiar fashion, between a stark white and a black so deep, it shone blue. Dark buttons sitting under a deep red ruffle, nightcap a bruising dark blue trailing behind him, dirtying the cute fat little sickly yellow stars, fur trimming illuminated by deep red optics, thorn pants, the same colour as the facsimile of a sleeping accessory sporting suspicious stains.

Just your basic KC design with the slightest tweaks. Lunar's design is the most unique out of the entire family, cuz Eclipse uses the body that he did when he had the star and in which he died, Bloodmoon is first iteration, everyone else is the same and Lunar is a mix of all his designs actually, even the thumbnail one)

If someone ever ghosted him he'd lose it. He'd start rage cooking+baking, beating the dough to whatever he's making with such fierceness he scares at least Eclipse, who hasn't ever seen that before. He'd come to the prideful conclusion that the person who ghosted him is an idiot, because first of all, he was honest about his looks, second of all, he didn't lie about his family situation so he put it in his profile he has kids, and third, he's a catch thank you very much!

If they found out, Lunar would alternate between laughing his ass off, being grossed out, or just staring blankly ahead, because a potentional partner of his dad is a threat.

And yeah, Eclipse would just keel over from stress and anxiety by that point, and he'd cry to Bright about it. Who'd maybe try pretending to be understanding.

[anyasathenaeum]

omg I loved that jealous Wolfwood 😳 may I ask how he would act in the opposite situation? like, reader is usually kinda sassy and he thinks she's not into him, but when she sees him flirting with someone else she gets all pouty and irritable - and he notices.

Mine, And Only Mine

A/N: Anon, WHAT A GOOD IDEA. Here, have a fic about it!

Pairing: Nicholas D. Wolfwood x reader

"Does he have to be such an ass?" You hissed to yourself under your breath, glaring daggers as you watched Wolfwood flirting away with yet another random person at the saloon.

You knew Wolfwood wasn't doing anything to be an ass, at least, not more than usual - so why were you so upset?

"Jeez, (Y/N), if looks could kill, even Wolfwood would never be able to recover from the one you've been giving him for the past fifteen minutes," Meryl chuckled, causing heat to rise to your face and you to look away from where Wolfwood stood.

"No, it wouldn't," you ground out unconvincingly, to which Meryl just snorted in reply.

Within moments, you found yourself looking back at Wolfwood, feeling your heart sink just a bit lower and crack just a bit more as he let out a laugh at whatever the person he'd been flirting with had said.

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Meryl suggested after watching you carefully for a few moments - she wasn't blind. She could see the heartbreak happening in your eyes.

To that, you simply laughed emptily, "And be heartbroken for sure when he rejects me with that stupid smirk on his face? Yeah, no. No, thanks, Meryl."

"Why do you think he'd reject you?" Meryl pressed, trying to find a way to make you realize that Wolfwood liked you much more than you thought he did.

You scoffed, "Look at him, Meryl! He's happily flirting away with everything that breathes directly in front of me. He knows I can see him, so he's doing it knowingly. That feels like enough to make me think he doesn't see me the way I see him."

You shoved yourself away from the table, a loud scraping sound ringing out as you stood up, your face becoming steely - a mask to hide the pain you were feeling.

"Sorry, Meryl, I'm gonna go to bed. I'll see you in the morning," You muttered over your shoulder before leaving the saloon altogether, not bothering to glance back at Wolfwood as you left. You figured the best thing you could do right now was go back to your hotel room, bury your face into your pillow, and scream until your throat was raw and your emotions could be contained again. Then, you could go back to your usual self.

However, what you hadn't noticed was a set of dark eyes watching you as you stood up and left the saloon. Wolfwood found himself frowning as you left - the expression on your face was one of discontent and hurt. While you wore a mask to hide your true feelings, you weren't that good. At least, not good enough to fool Wolfwood.

"What's up? You look kinda grumpy. That doesn't suit somebody as handsome as you!"

The person Wolfwood had been entertaining piped up, but Wolfwood's interest in them faded in the split second it took for you to leave the room.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks, it's been nice chattin' with ya," Wolfwood brushed the person off, turning on his heel and heading over to where Meryl was still sitting, leaving the person he had been talking to spluttering in confusion and outrage.

"What's up with (Y/N)?" Wolfwood asked, taking a seat next to Meryl, who just glared at him almost as hard as you had been glaring at him earlier, "Woah, what's with the look, little lady?"

"You're the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life," Meryl snapped at him, "Seriously, how can somebody like you be so blind?"

"Blind? Blind to what? And you're being real harsh there, little lady, take a breather before you keel over," Wolfwood replied, his tone cool and collected but hiding his genuine confusion at to what Meryl was referring to.

Meryl just stood up, continuing to glare at him as she just retorted, "(Y/N). You just love torturing them, huh? Making them watch you flirt with others when they've been waiting for you to turn around all this time. Does that make you happy, you psychopath?"

After a couple seconds, Meryl's eyes went wide, "Oh, crap. I wasn't supposed to say that." She frantically turned towards Wolfwood, "You didn't hear any of that, understood?!"

With that, Meryl turned and just about sprinted out of the saloon, leaving Wolfwood to his thoughts and to decipher what she had just let slip about you.

Wolfwood just sat there, staring down at his drink blankly as he tried to process what had just happened. Torturing you? Why would him flirting with other people torture you? Unless-?

Wolfwood's eyes suddenly went wide. There was no way - were you... into him? But how could that be?

You were such a confident individual, always sassing Wolfwood every time he called you "sweetheart" or "angel" or made remarks about you or Meryl or Vash. You had no issues butting heads with Wolfwood and standing up to his teasing and his banter, which was one of the reasons he liked you so much.

He found you breathtaking - you were somebody Wolfwood always wanted to protect, but he respected you and truly liked you for who you were, sass and all. However, your confidence and sass and the way you didn't even flinch whenever he flirted with you, even jokingly, made Wolfwood believe you didn't like him the same way he liked you. Unless...

"I really have been blind," Wolfwood muttered, before sighing and rubbing his face with his hand. Steeling himself, he chugged the last of his drink and stood up, his destination and goal clear in his mind - he was going to make his way straight to your room and he wasn't going to leave until he had spoken to you.

And Wolfwood did exactly that, walking all the way back to your hotel and knocking on your door with a closed fist. He could hear some quiet sniffling, and he felt his heart twist in his chest - were you crying? Because of him?

"Come on, sweetheart, don't leave me out here all night," Wolfwood called, trying to keep his tone teasing and light as he spoke through the door to you.

"Go away, Wolfwood."

Your voice was cold - surprisingly so. Wolfwood hadn't ever heard you sound like that in all the time he'd known you, even when you were mad. This was... something else.

He let out a slight sigh, letting his voice soften slightly, "Look, (Y/N), I know you're upset. I can hear it. I'm not leaving until you open this door, look me in the eye, and tell me to leave."

After a few moments, Wolfwood heard some shuffling behind the door, followed by the lock on your door opening and the doorknob turning as you opened the door.

Wolfwood felt his muscles twitch and he had to take a moment to stop himself from physically reacting to the sight of you - your eyes, oh, those beautiful eyes of yours were red and swollen. Tear tracks were evident on your cheeks and you were hiccupping softly as you looked up at him.

"Go away, Wolfwood. I don't... I don't want you here."

Your voice was quieter, less hard than before. It almost felt... empty. Wolfwood wasn't used to feeling his heart practically breaking in his chest - this expression on you, this empty quality to your voice, all of it was wrong.

"Is that the truth? If it's true, then send me away. Say it once again, and I'll leave."

Wolfwood's voice was equally quiet, surprisingly so, and serious. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him any longer, and you could feel your body beginning to shake.

'Don't cry. Don't you dare cry, (Y/N). Not in front of him,' You thought to yourself, refusing to look up at Wolfwood because you knew that if you did, you would begin to sob all over again.

You just heard a soft sigh come from Wolfwood, before a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you so that you followed and found yourself back inside your room, door shut behind you and Wolfwood standing before you.

To your surprise, Wolfwood didn't speak a word for a surprisingly long time.

'I bet it's killing him,' You thought to yourself somewhat snidely.

However, after a few more moments of silence, Wolfwood did something that surprised you beyond reason - he stepped forward and slowly, but surely, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug.

Your eyes went wide as you felt Wolfwood embrace you - was this really happening?

"Oh, God, are you dying, Wolfwood?" You whispered hoarsely, trying not to make it evident that you were enjoying his embrace.

"Oh, shut it, sweetheart, I'm trying to be comforting and crap," Wolfwood snapped back, but you could tell from his tone that there was no heat behind it.

You let out a small laugh before allowing yourself to return his surprising embrace, "You're succeeding."

You could feel Wolfwood chuckle at your comment, his arms tightening around you a bit more as he became more comfortable with the idea of holding you.

"So, sweetheart, what's got you all riled up like this, huh?"

Wolfwood's tone was softer than you'd heard it - it was gentle and quiet, as if he were carefully treading around the topic and trying to initiate a dialogue with you, giving you a chance to open up to him if you felt comfortable to do so.

You took a deep, shaky breath, unsure if you were going to be able to bring up the truth of what upset you so badly to the man who had caused the upset.

"It was me. Wasn't it, (Y/N)? I got you this upset."

Wolfwood said it so suddenly and so seriously that you jerked backwards as if you had just experienced an electric shock, your eyes wide as you looked up at him.

A small chuckle escaped Wolfwood's lips, "I saw the way you were glaring at me all evening, sweetheart. You're not subtle. I also saw you leave after you spoke to Meryl, and you didn't look back at me as you left. I'm the reason you're upset."

His astute observations left you speechless. And so, you simply looked down, unable to look him in the eyes. How were you going to tell him the truth?

However, before you could even begin to start to put together an explanation, Wolfwood just continued, "You know, sweetheart, for what it's worth, I've still been a pretty blind idiot myself."

That caused you to look back up at him, your eyebrows furrowing, "What do you mean, Wolfwood?"

His signature smirk appeared on his face as he leaned down slightly, bringing his hand under your chin to tilt your face up so that your faces were now mere centimeters apart. You could feel the heat rising to your face as your eyes flitted down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. Another soft chuckle escaped his throat as he leaned down even closer until his lips were just barely brushing against yours, your heart thundering in your chest.

"You're mine, (Y/N). You're mine, and only mine. Got that, sweetheart?"

Before you could even answer, Wolfwood shifted slightly and closed the remaining distance between the two of you, his lips pressing up against yours fully in a passionate, heated kiss.

You found yourself reaching up to bury your hands in his dark hair, tugging him slightly so that you could kiss him deeper. After a few moments, Wolfwood strayed, his lips ghosting over your skin and leaving marks all the way across your jaw and down your neck, a soft moan escaping your lips with every mark Wolfwood left.

Once the two of you broke apart, each of you panting gently, you had a dazed look on your face and half a dozen dark, reddish-purple marks down the side of your neck, and Wolfwood's hair was now beautifully tussled, his lips slightly kiss-swollen - he looked more handsome than you'd ever seen him before. Could this really be happening?

With a growl, Wolfwood just pulled you closer to him, his lips already returning to yours with a hunger.

"Mine."

It was going to be one hell of a night.

[luvrodite]

first date anon here and just another little thought of mine but: Reader confessing to red hood that she/they have a crush on their classmate or best friend jason todd will always be my favourite thing in fanfic 😭😭 it makes me so oooey gooey on the inside. it's even better when reader gets all frustrated about it and rants to red hood about it of all people, like:

reader: "i have this classmate named jason todd and love his stupid smile!! he's so freaking cute and handsome for no reason it makes me wanna bite him! I saw him wear a hoodie and I wonder what it'd be like to borrow it!! He's so smart! he's perfect!!!! I want to ask him out but i doubt he even knows I exist in class :(( got any advice red hood??"

and meanwhile our boy jason i mean red hood, is melting on the inside out. He's face is as red as his mask at this point. He starts laughing from sheer nervousness and joy because he has been crushing on you for so damn long. And here you are, infront of him, asking him advice on how to ask "him" out at school.

((ANYWAYS GOOD LUCK ON UR DATE GIRLIE!! U GAT THIS!!!))

first date anon...ur mind....

i'd keel over and die the moment i found out about him being red hood because how embarrassing. he's heard you spill every thought to him about your classmate, no care for oversharing because the chances of the person under that helmet knowing you are slim to none, right? wrong.

it's such a sticky situation because jason knows he should cut it short when you mention his name but you're standing in front of him and being so candid about your feelings–about him!!!!! and he can't help but hear you out because he's greedy. you're spilling everything to him and it's like he's dreaming but he's well and truly awake and you're staring waiting for an answer to the question.

he coughs, unnaturally nervous, and you frown at his twitchy demeanour. "uh..maybe you should just-ask him. you never know, he might feel the same."

you roll your eyes, disbelieving and he presses his fingers into his sides tightly for fear of reaching up to unlatch his helmet and showing you just how much meaning there is to his words.

p.s beloved thank u i was hoarding this ask until after so i could pay attention to it

[rivendell-poet]

Hello! It’s the same anon who asked you about the Hobbit movies :) I was wondering if you could write (no pressure! I just mostly wanted to share an idea) funny headcanons or a scenario of a female reader (could be a non-Mirkwood elf or someone from a long-lived race) who was part of Thorin’s company and meets Legolas again 60 years later when she’s with Frodo in Rivendell? Reader remembers how Legolas wasn’t too courteous to the Company and locked them up in the dungeons which made her dislike him quite a bit. And let’s just say that she wasn’t all too… thrilled upon meeting him again in LOTR and him joining the Fellowship with her ahaha. Bonus points if she remembers Legolas calling Gimli a ‘goblin mutant’ when he looked at Gloin’s locket in the Mirkwood forest xD.

Again, please take your time with this :) I understand that you have quite a few things to write, and I only want you to write whatever you feel happy writing <3

Hi anon! Sorry it took so long for your request, but hopefully this was what you meant with scenarios. If you'd prefer a oneshot please feel free to put a new request in <3 Thanks so much for the idea by the way, it was super fun to work with. And it genuinely means so much to read the last note on your request, so seriously thank you

*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenario »

Gender-neutral reader | Wordcount : 0.5k | TWs : None

✧ To be perfectly honest, you hadn’t wanted to join the Company in the first place - it was more of a collection of favours than a real desire to reclaim Erebor.

✧ Which made it so much worse when you and the Company got captured in Mirkwood.

✧ (It probably didn’t help that you’d let out a small laughed at the blond elf’s joke about Glóin’s son. In your defence it was funny.)

✧ As an elf, the guards had been cordial to you - and you’d managed to find out quite a few things about the kingdom. Such as the blond elf being Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.

✧ He tried to visit you, once, holding the idea of having a better bed and better food over you if you gave up the information.

✧  And you may not have wanted to be in the Company, but you’d be damned if you weren’t loyal to them.

✧ So you’d simply refused to speak to him.

✧ Although all that knowing his name, and your time in Mirkwood, really did was help put a name and reasons for your grudge.

✧ A grudge that hadn’t gone anywhere, until now.

✧ Because sitting across you from you at the Council of Elrond was the same elf as the one who you’d only properly seen through bars. Not that there was recognition in his face.

✧ The matters only got worse when you realised the name of the dwarf who was joining you - Gimli.

✧ For the first leg of the Fellowship you don’t bring it up, because the quest to save Middle Earth is (sadly) more important than a simple grudge.

✧ It doesn’t mean that you can’t still be slightly petty to him however.

✧ You never do anything that could endanger him, just subtle things - like waking him up a few minutes before his watch should start, or loosening his dagger from his scabbard only enough to make him confused.

✧ Gimli eventually figures out it was you, but promise not to tell. He’s the only one aside from Gandalf who actually knows of your involvement in the Fellowship, but not of the precise comments.

✧ That’s a little bit of information you want to share on a good occasion.

✧ You decide to finally share the story a little after leaving Lothlórien, because you can tell the Fellowship needs some cheering up.

✧ And when you say it you feel completely justified in waiting this long.

✧ Because you get to watch the elf almost turn pale - as pale as an elf could go - as the realisation hit him.

✧ (The rest of the Fellowship does briefly have to deal with Legolas looking horrified while you laugh and try not to keel over.)

✧ Merry and Pippin join in the laughter as soon as you explain the joke.

✧ And it does the job in cheering the Fellowship up.

✧ Legolas takes it surprisingly well, although afterwards approaches you to apologise in private - genuinely expressing remorse for his actions.

✧ It’s unexpected but welcomed, and you thank him for it.

✧ From then on it becomes an inside joke between you all (especially you and Legolas).

✧ And, when facing what you are, even a simple joke can be one of the brightest lights for the two of you. A light both of you are grateful for.

A/N : Sorry to any readers who wished for comedy, I'm afraid I'm not great when it comes to writing this. But hopefully you enjoyed it! And, honestly, I'm very open to writing more in this universe/with this premise if people want some <3

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[vodika-vibes]

[Grain hesitates for a moment, "Over the first week," he finally says, "the majority of the vod'e I was sharing a room with were dead. Either they just gave up and died in their sleep, or they were killed by another vod." He says slowly, "The Trainers didn't care. We weren't expected to survive the training, you see. It was designed to kill us. So they just left the bodies where they fell." His voice remains soft, but he had long since lost the ability to cry over this, "It smelled so bad...and then I met Riff. He pushed his way into the room, bullied me to my feet, and adopted me on the spot."

Grain smiles then, "A trainer tried to stop him. Said that what he was doing would earn him a lashing, Riff's exact words were, "I fucking dare you," he didn't raise his voice, even then, but the trainers always backed down from him." Grain shakes his head, "he's amazing, mesh'la. I can't even describe-" he laughs then, "I love him so much."]

My grip on him tightens slightly before I wrap my arms around his shoulders in a warm hug. “Oh Grain…” I say softly. “You’re so strong to have gone through that. I can’t even imagine…” I run the fingers of one hand through his hair soothingly. “Riff could see it in you then. You’re such a fighter, Grain. So strong to have survived all that.” I sniffle let a single tear fall. “What you went through…” I shake my head and hug him tighter. “You’re astounding.”

I start to smile a little. “Riff really is incredible. It’s an honor to be here working under him and next to you. I’m glad I get to be here with you and your squad.”

(I’m going to go hug Grain for the next 24 hours)

-💋 anon

He shakes his, "I only survived because Riff would accept no other possibility. He has this way of looking at you and...you just want to succeed. It would have been so easy to give up. I was just a kid, after all. But..." Grain shakes his head again, "But thank you for saying so. For what its worth, I'm glad you found your way to us. You can't, won't, find a better Commander to work under."

He releases a slow breath, "But you probably didn't want to hear my sob story after I asked you on a date, did you?" His smile is slightly wry.

He deserves a 24 hour hug, honestly. If I was in his shoes I'd probably just, like, keel over and die.

[archieimagines]

when they make you laugh | aib

How they react when they make you laugh for the first time since arriving in Borderland.

Chishiya, Ann, Kuina and Niragi.

i really really love writing for aib, and i really really want to marry ann. warnings: this is mostly fluff but jealousy and threats are included (would it even be niragi if this wasn’t the case?) requested by: anon (thank you!) written by: archie support me on ko-fi!

Chishiya

Chishiya would be puzzled. Hearing your laugh ring through the Beach’s hallway from beside him when hardly much had happened-- What suddenly brought that out of you? You, who hadn’t so much as smirked once since arriving in the Borderlands?

He wouldn’t stop walking until you’d finally keeled over, resting against the wall in your laughter, and he’d simply stand there and watch you, tempted to give into the smirk that pulls at the corner of his lips. Ah yes, that laugh is contagious, but it’d only properly catch on when he realises it’s his own words that brought it out of you.

Gasping words out through your bursts of laughter, not paying half a mind to the bikini-clad girls that spared you judgemental glances as you try to communicate what exactly of Chishiya’s words tickled you so-- But it’d barely come out clear enough to make sense.

But it wouldn’t matter. He’d finally give into the tickle inside his own chest, the softest laugh of humour bubbling out as he stands there, hands in his pockets and tender eyes on your giggling form. It’s the first time since arriving that he’s seen you like this, and what a sight to behold.

Ann

Ann isn’t phased by much, but your sudden laughter gracing her ears would startle her. She’d jump, hair swishing out of that perfect positioning when she turns to look at you. She’d think there’s something wrong at first, scan the area to see what might’ve possibly brought you to this, wonder if perhaps Borderland has finally taken its toll on you. She’s heard plenty of stories of psychosis manifesting in laughter from her work life, but this… Doesn’t seem to be the case.

She’d ask what was up, ask if you’re feeling okay, hold your face still to feel your forehead for a temperature. This, however, would only bring out more bubbling laughter as you tuck her hair behind her ear again, back where it belongs.

“You’re so funny, Ann,” you’d say, “And you don’t even realise.”

She’d blink. No, she’s never been considered the funny type.

It’s not until you describe to her that it’s purely because she’s so serious, so endearing, that you couldn’t help yourself. Perhaps things really were catching up to you, and you finally let up on all the pressures from the games. Hell, you were gonna die anyway. Why not share laughter when your love is this morbidly endearing in her antics?

Kuina

Kuina would have missed your laughter. She’d struggle with your newly introverted self, noticing how all the games have worn you down in the weeks of being here, and it’s not until one time that you get a little bit too drunk a little bit too quickly in the Beach’s nightclub that you’d finally be able to spill your sense of humour all over her again.

It would be the silliest of things; Kuina’s reaction to a guy hitting on her or an animated fall on the dancefloor that you’d just so happened to witness, but it would shock your body with waves and waves of giggles.

Kuina’s reaction would be instant. Her face would light up, teeth showing and eyes shining as she drank in the sight of you losing control of your body, weak at the knees and relying on Kuina’s arm around your middle to keep you up. Soon, the pair of you would be creasing with tears in your eyes, and she’s definitely the type that lightly hits whoever happens to be in her reach as she cackles. Afterwards, the air around you would be drastically lighter. She’d be thrilled to have you back.

Niragi

Niragi would be suspicious of your laughter. He’d stare at you with a brow and corner of his lips raised, practically with a question mark over his head as he eyes you. He’d demand to know what’s so funny, what’s suddenly happened to you-- but on hearing that he’d just said something in such a way that struck you funny, he’d guffaw in dismissal. Though, hidden inside, his chest would swell with pride and a curl would remain on his lips for a long while after, throwing out certain remarks to try and catch you in a giggle fit once more. Every time it works, a strange glow of acceptance would find a home in his chest.

If, god forbid, anyone else had been the first to make you laugh, he’d want their head on a plate. And you know he’d have it, too, unless it were Chishiya. Perhaps Chishiya’s eyeroll to something Niragi had said would set you off, or even worse, something he’d said-- Niragi would lose his shit. He’d yell at you once the moment had passed, having let it brew for moments before. How dare you humiliate him? Unite with Chishiya against him? Of course, that wouldn’t be even a sliver of truth, and you’d have to talk him down from hunting Chishiya in the Beach’s halls.

You’d manage a soft laugh for him, holding his face to keep his attention and stop his spiralling. “Niragi,” you’d shine a smile, knowing exactly how to calm him. “He’s pitiful, and I’m yours.”

[a-second-hand-sorrow]

Congratulations (Roy Kent X Reader)

WC: 3407

Warnings: Swearing, discussions of pregnancy

Summary: The five times Y/N tells someone about her pregnancy.

A/N: This fic was requested by a lovely anon and it can be read as either a standalone piece or an accompaniment to Lover, whatever you choose. I hope you guys enjoy this!

1: Keeley

Of all the people Y/N was going to tell about her pregnancy, the first person was naturally going to be Keeley. She hadn’t even told Roy yet, instinctively calling Keeley as soon as she saw the two lines on the stick.

“Hiya babes, how are you?” Keeley asked cheerfully, surprised Y/N called her work phone rather than her mobile.

“I’m pregnant.” Y/N blurted out, suspicious at Keeley’s sudden silence. However, it was broken very quickly by a very loud, trademark Keeley Jones scream.

“Holy shit! Congrats, babe! That fucking amazing, you’re gonna make such a great mum.” Keeley said, her enthusiasm easing Y/N’s nerves slightly.

“Thanks Keels. I’m freaking out a little bit, but I figured I needed to tell you. You’re my best mate after all.” Y/N said, and Keeley was very happy to hear that.

“You’re so nice to me, it’s ridiculous. Have you told Roy yet?” Keeley asked, and Y/N paused.

“I’m going to take your silence as a no, then.” Keeley said, and Y/N laughed nervously, her eyes anxiously darting around the room.

“Yeah, I haven’t told him yet. It’s not that I’m scare of how he’ll react, I just don’t know how to tell him.” Y/N said, and Keeley hummed contemplatively.

“How are we thinking? Like a subtle, heartfelt confession or a big massive reveal?” Keeley said, pulling up a Word document on her computer to begin taking notes.

“Probably closer to the subtle route. Roy’s never really been a big gestures guy, so I think he’d appreciate it being more personal. Plus I don’t want to put in all the effort a grand gesture needs. Can’t be arsed, to be honest.” Y/N said frankly, eliciting a loud laugh from Keeley.

“You and Roy are perfect for each other, Y/N/N. Ok so something small and personal. Holy fuck, I think I’ve got it!” Keeley exclaimed, and Y/N could hear the sound of her frantically typing on her keyboard.

“You planning on telling me what your brilliant idea is, Jones?” Y/N said, waiting for Keeley’s response.

“A custom Richmond jersey with Roy’s number on the back that says ‘Kent Junior’ on it. I’m just drafting up an email to send to our kit manufacturers to see if they’ll do it. If they don’t, I’ll fight them all until they cave.” Keeley said, and Y/N felt a smile break out on her face instantly.

“That’s perfect Keels! God, you’re a fucking genius.” Y/N said, glad that she finally had a plan for how to tell her husband the news.

“Awe, you know it babes. I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got that meeting with the Bantr people coming up and I really can’t be late.” Keeley’s apologetic tone was strong, and Y/N immediately reassured her.

“It’s fine, you being on track to become the most amazing boss bitch ever takes priority, but thank you so much for your idea! Let me know what the kit people say.” Y/N said, smiling brightly as Keeley said her goodbyes before hanging up.

She finally had a plan, now all she had to do was execute it.

2: Roy

It had been about two weeks since Y/N spoke with Keeley, and when she finally received the package with the little Richmond jersey she nearly burst into tears. Children are so tiny, and that jersey made her painfully aware of it.

Today Richmond had a match at Nelson Road, and Y/N was sitting in the box like always, sandwiched between Keeley and Rebecca. While Rebecca was distracted talking to Higgins about something, Y/N leaned over to Keeley.

“I’m telling Roy after the match. I’ve got the little jersey in my bag, I’m gonna pretend it’s a present for him to celebrate his first season coaching.” Y/N said, and Keeley’s eyes widened.

“That’s fucking brilliant!” Keeley exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down to avoid suspicion. Y/N smiled at her, confident in her plan.

The match went surprisingly well, with Richmond taking the win by one goal. Y/N was so happy for Roy, watching his excitement play out on the pitch.

After the crowds had dwindled out of the stadium, Y/N found Roy alone in Ted’s office. She took in a deep breath, knocking lightly on the door frame.

“Babe!” Roy said, Y/N waving at him shyly. He smiled at her, walking forward and pulling her into a brief kiss. She kissed him back, a little upset when he pulled away.

“Congrats on the win, babe. The team’s really needed that Roy Kent spirit around here.” Y/N said, and Roy waved his hand dismissively.

“You’re just flattering me.” He said, still bashful when given compliments. Y/N smiled, reaching into her bag for the jersey which she’d carefully wrapped in white wrapping paper, a small silver bow on top.

“What the fuck is that?” Roy asked as he noticed the package Y/N was holding.

“It’s a ‘congratulations on doing so well in your first season as a coach’ present. Surprise!” Y/N said, holding the gift out towards Roy with a bit of a flourish. He took it somewhat suspiciously, grunting as he struggled to open the wrapping paper.

“Is this a Richmond jersey?” Roy asked and Y/N nodded, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

“Why’s it so fucking tiny?” Roy said, dropping the wrapping paper on the floor as he examined the jersey.

“Take a look at the back.” Y/N said softly, and Roy flipped it over. He saw his name and number and thought Y/N was just being stupid until he saw what was written after his name.

“Kent Junior? Y/N, what is this?” Roy asked, and although he was sure knew the answer, he wanted to be certain.

“Well, it’s the jersey that we’ll ideally give our child. I’m pregnant, Roy.” Y/N said, her voice breaking slightly as tears welled in her eyes.

Roy gasped, looking up from the jersey to meet his wife’s gaze. He didn’t say a word, and Y/N was terrified he was going to freak out until he put his hands on her face and pulled her into a kiss. He was so tender, so gentle with her that she wondered what had happened to her husband.

“You’re telling me we’re having a baby?” Roy said, his usually gruff voice softer than Y/N had ever heard it. She nodded, tears falling down her face.

“That is the best news I have ever heard.” Roy said, kissing Y/N once more before dropping down to his knees so his face was level with Y/N’s stomach.

“Hey little one. I know you probably can’t hear me and have no fucking clue who I am right now, but I’m your dad, and I’m going to love you so fucking much, you hear me?” Roy said, resting his head against Y/N’s stomach as her hands fell to his shoulders.

“You keep that up and our baby will be saying ‘fuck’ before it can walk.” Y/N said, a weak laugh slipping past Roy’s lips as he stood up.

“If our baby’s first word is anything other than ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’ I’m asking for a paternity test.” He joked, a few stray tears falling as he watched Y/N laugh at his awful joke.

“Let’s go home, Roy.” Y/N said, and Roy nodded as he slipped his hand into his wife’s, joy radiating off him in waves. He was going to be a dad, and there was no one else he’d rather go through this journey with than Y/N.

3: Ted

Ted had become like a father to Y/N in her time spent with Richmond, and as much as Roy refused to admit it, he had grown very close to Ted as well.

As they walked through the changeroom hand in hand, they were both a little nervous. Y/N waved at Sam as he passed them, Roy simply giving him a curt nod. They approached Ted’s office, taking in a deep breath.

“You ready?” Y/N asked, glancing up at her husband. He nodded, knocking on the office door with his free hand.

The door swung open far quicker than they were prepared for, and they were greeted by the sight of an incredibly smiley American.

“The Kents! How are my two favourite people in the world doing today? Second only to Kermit and Miss Piggy of course. Do they count as people or Muppets?” Ted asked, ushering the couple into his office.

“I’ve always thought of the Muppets as people.” Roy said, Ted widening his eyes before nodding to himself.

“He’s a closet Muppets fan, don’t tell anyone. Once you’ve heard Roy sing a one man rendition of the Muppets Christmas Carol your world is forever changed.” Y/N said, grinning despite the daggers getting sent her way by Roy.

“You promised to never tell anyone that.” He said, and Y/N shrugged her shoulders playfully.

“As much as I am loving this fascinating insight into y’all’s relationship, is there a reason for this visit?” Ted asked, and Y/N nodded, looking over at Roy.

“We have some relatively exciting news we want to share. Roy?” Y/N said, prompting her husband.

“Right. Y/N is pregnant.” Roy said, and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at his straight to the point attitude. Ted gasped, his hands flying to cover his mouth.

“This isn’t some weird prank, right?” Ted asked, and Y/N shook her head.

“It’s all real. I found out about three weeks ago so it’s all still early days but you’re the first person we’ve told together.” Y/N said, and Ted felt his heart swell.

“Together? Have you told anyone else?” Ted asked, cocking his head to the side questioningly.

“I told Keeley when I first found out but other than that no one else knows. There’s also something else we want to tell you.” Y/N said, and Ted beamed at both of them, eagerly awaiting the next piece of news.

Y/N nudged Roy, trying to prompt him to speak. “We want you to be the godfather.” Roy said, and Ted’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

“Do I have permission to hug you two right now?” He said, his voice wavering slightly. Y/N nodded eagerly, Roy letting out a grunt that Y/N had come to learn signified ‘yes’.

Ted jumped out of his chair and pulled the couple into a big hug, squeezing them both tightly. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve loved being able to have the pleasure of watching you two grow both as people and as a couple, and to be able to watch y’all become a family is just beautiful. I’m so proud of you both.” Ted said, his kind words nearly bringing tears to Y/N’s eyes.

“Thanks Ted, that really means a lot. I know Roy isn’t very vocal, but it means a lot to him too.” Y/N said, pulling away from the embrace. Ted nodded, moving a step back to look at them.

“If you guys need anything at all, don’t be afraid to call me, you got it?” Ted asked, and Y/N nodded, looking up to see Roy send a nod Ted’s way.

“Well alright, thanks for stopping by!” Ted said, waving as the couple left his office. On their way out, Beard walked in, sending Ted a questioning look.

“What was that about?” He asked, sitting down opposite Ted, who waved him off.

“That was nothing important. Anyways, what can I do for you, Coach?”

4: Rebecca

Y/N, Keeley and Rebecca had become an unstoppable trio in their time knowing each other, and when Y/N knocked on the door of Rebecca’s office, she was unsurprised to hear Keeley’s voice telling her to come in.

“Y/N! How are you?” Rebecca asked, standing up from her seat to give Y/N a quick hug.

“I’m great, thanks Rebecca! How are you?” Y/N said, taking a seat on the couch next to Keeley.

“Oh, I’m doing pretty well. Keeley and I were just chatting about this guy I’m meant to go out with this weekend. I’ve never really liked being set up, but Sassy’s been insistent.” Rebecca said, and Y/N chuckled at the exasperated tone in her voice.

“My opinion on you dating remains steadfast. You and Ted would be absolutely perfect together.” Y/N said, Rebecca instantly going a shade of pink Y/N recognised from whenever she’d brought up the prospect of her dating Ted in the past.

“As much as you seem to refuse to drop that idea, my answer stays the same. I’m his boss, it would be wrong on so many levels.” Rebecca said, and Keeley piped up with a comment of her own.

“You were Sam’s boss as well and that didn’t stop you.” She said, and Y/N snorted with laughter, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth as Rebecca stammered.

“Let’s move on to something else please, ladies. Y/N, how are things with Roy?” Rebecca asked, and Y/N smiled at her, preparing herself for the news she was about to share.

“Things are going really well actually. I’m, uh, I’m pregnant.” Y/N said, and Keeley simply smiled at her friend, already well aware of her situation.

Rebecca, on the other hand, was receiving this news for the first time and she was pleasantly shocked. “Shit Y/N, congratulations! That’s amazing news. Who else knows?” Rebecca asked, reaching over to give Y/N another short hug.

“Well, just you, Roy, Keeley and Ted. We’ve been trying to keep it a little on the down low. I think Roy doesn’t want any sappy stuff from the team so we’re leaving them ‘til last. He’s a big softie but he refuses to let the team know that.” Y/N said, pulling away from Rebecca’s hug with a chuckle.

“That sounds like the Roy we all know and love. How far along are you?” Rebecca asked, curiously looking over at Y/N.

“We’ve known for just shy of a month so probably a bit more than that. We’ve got our first appointment today, actually.” Y/N said, a smile deeply etched onto her face.

“That’s wonderful! You two are going to make such amazing parents, I can just feel it. Do you have a preference for the sex?” Rebecca asked, standing up to grab a glass of water, placing it in front of Y/N.

“I’ve always wanted a girl, but to be honest I don’t really care. As long as the baby’s healthy that’s enough for me.” Y/N said, taking a sip from the glass Rebecca gave her.

“Can you imagine Roy with a daughter? Heaven forbid anyone who dares so much as look at her wrong.” Keeley said, and the women all laughed loudly, the image coming into their mind vividly.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Regardless, he’s going to be an amazing father. He’s already freaking out if I try to do anything he’s deemed too physically demanding.” Y/N said, chuckling to herself as she put down the glass.

The sound of knocking caught their attention, and suddenly Y/N looked up to see Roy standing in the doorway.

“There you are. I figured I might find you here. You tell Rebecca yet?” Roy asked, walking over to Y/N and stopping down to kiss her head.

“She did, and you both have my utmost congratulations.” Rebecca said, Roy sending her a rare smile in response.

“Thanks Rebecca, it means a lot. You ready to go babe? I don’t want to be late.” Roy said, and Y/N nodded, standing up from her seat on the couch.

“We’ve gotta head to our appointment, but I love you guys so much.” Y/N said, hugging Keeley and Rebecca goodbye.

“Congrats again, I hope everything goes well.” Rebecca said, waving the couple off as they left her office.

“God she’s gonna be such a fit mum, I just know it.” Keeley said, her comment earning a snort of laughter from Rebecca.

“You’ve got a very good point there, Keeley.”

5: AFC Richmond

Training had gone well today, and Y/N could feel the energy as she walked out onto the pitch.

“Whistle!” Roy shouted, and thankfully everyone listened and fell silent. He looked over his shoulder and saw Y/N making her way over, giving her a wave.

The team saw Y/N and all waved at her, a bright smile on her face as she waved back. Once she was at Roy’s side, he took in a deep breath.

“You may all be wondering what Y/N is doing here.” Roy said, the team all nodding. Y/N always came to matches, but it was rare she came during training.

“Well, it’s because we’ve got some news.” Roy said, slipping his hand into Y/N’s. She squeezed it gently, clearing her throat.

“The Richmond family is getting another member.” Y/N said, and this comment prompted confused looks as the team muttered under their breath.

“We’re having a baby.” Roy said, and suddenly the muttering turned into full-blown hollering, the team going mad. Y/N laughed, looking at the sea of fully grown men jumping and cheering.

“Congratulations you two.” Beard said while the team was distracted, and Y/N smiled warmly at him.

“Thanks coach.” Roy said, squeezing Y/N’s hand. The team was still chattering madly amongst themselves, and Ted took the incentive to blow his own whistle to calm them down.

Roy gave him an appreciative nod and turned to address the team. “That’s all we wanted to tell you. You can all fuck off now.” He said, and though his words were sharp the team knew he meant well.

“Congratulations. You’ll be wonderful parents.” Sam said as he passed Y/N, giving her a brief hug.

“Thank you, Sam.” Y/N said, squeezing him gently before breaking away. He smiled widely at them as he walked back into the changeroom.

“Congrats bruv.” Isaac said, his simple response respected by Roy, who gave him a nod in return.

“Felicitaciones!” Danny exclaimed, his ever-present joy as strong as ever. Y/N chuckled, smiling back at him.

“Muchas gracias, Dani.” She said, waving gratefully at him as he left. Suddenly Jamie was standing in front of them, and Y/N glanced between him and Roy, hoping to God something bad didn’t happen.

“As much as I hate the thought of you two having sex, I guess you’ll be good parents. I had a really shit dad, and even though I find you a colossal pain in my ass, I can tell you’ll be a good dad.” Jamie said, looking Roy dead in the eyes. Y/N looked anxiously at Roy, waiting for him to respond.

Instead of Roy saying something aggressive like he usually would, he took in a deep breath and hugged Jamie. Y/N was shocked, making eye contact with Ted and widening her eyes as if to say ‘what the fuck is happening?’

Ted simply shrugged at her, a playful smile on his face. Y/N turned back around and saw that the two men had parted, no words having been exchanged yet. Jamie nodded, moving over to quickly peck Y/N’s cheek before walking off.

Y/N looked at Roy, still trying to process what she’d just seen. “I guess Jamie’s less of a massive prick than I thought.” Roy said, and Y/N couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“I guess in a weird way Jamie’s been like our trial kid. Just think about!” Y/N said, and Roy immediately pulled a face.

“I don’t fucking want to think about Jamie being my trial kid.” Roy said, and as much as he pretended to detest the idea, Y/N had a surprisingly good point.

As they walked off the pitch towards Roy’s car, Y/N couldn’t help but be overwhelmed at all the love and support the Richmond family had given her over the course of her time with them.

That insane love and support became even stronger the day they welcomed their daughter, Y/N’s hospital room filled to the brim with as many members of her crazy Richmond family that were allowed in. As she looked around the room, she felt her heart swell at the sight.

Unfortunately, most of the team were banished from the room once Roy started crying as he held his daughter, telling them all to fuck off so he could have a private moment with her. Y/N laughed, looking over at her husband holding their daughter, muttering softly to her as he sniffled.

“She’s perfect, Roy.” Y/N said softly, watching as Roy’s teary eyes met her own.

“She gets that from her mother, I’m sure.”

[sebsxphia]

I’m sure I’ve read about 85% of bob fics out there… and I’m only wondering one thing. WHY is nobody calling him “bubba”??? To me bubba is such a cute nickname and it’s already so close to “bob” 😭 Like I feel like he fits the nickname so well

imagine early mornings with that man and everything is tranquil and quiet, coffee’s brewing, he just finished dressing up for work. You’re on the sink washing something, he comes and hugs you from the back, you greet him “goodmorning, bubba” and he kisses u on the cheek

Do we have any thoughts on this? (Sorry I’m ranting but that man drives me insane lmao)

no, no do not apologise at all, we love the thoughts!!! he drives me insane too, phew 😮‍💨 these ted talks are fantastic!

i do have thoughts. and the thoughts are, YES. absolutely we are calling bob, “Bubba”!!! give me the tranquil coffee morning with him any day now please 🥹

It’s the name you called him instead of Bob one night when you were a bit too drunk at the Hard Deck after only been dating a couple of weeks.

“Oh my god! What?” Bob couldn’t stop laughing, holding you up by your shoulder as you keeled over with laughter. “That’s it, gimme your phone.” You giggle handing it over, (Bob also totally knows your password).

“What are you doing?” You placed your hand on his chest peering over at him tapping away on your phone. “There you go. I’m now Bubba in your phone.” He said showing you the screen with a smile plastered across his face. And it stayed like that, stayed as “💞 bubba 💖” for the rest of your married life.

thank you so much for this dear anon! 💌 im absolutely in LOVE with this idea to the end of time! 💖 what else do you think he’s called?

[ducky-died-inside]

I absolutely love your new fic aka Chaotic! Am I allowed to request a scenario? If so, how about making chaotic reader really good at fighting and combat? Like they secretly train all that stuff. If Carlos can fight, reader can fight FIGHT Even though they have great punching abilities, they favors kicks more than punches, since it deals much more damage #legstrength and they're able to defeat with tall opponents. I COULDNT STOP MYSELF FROM PUTTING THIS!! MY OLDER SISTER KNOWS KARATE AND THE URGE TO REQUEST THIS- I JUST LOVE YOUR WHOLE ACCT!!! IM SO INLOVE WITH you YOUR WRITING AAAGHJADKHQIUWH To the anon who requested that fic, I literally love you marry me. 💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍💍

Ready, Fight!: Triplet Au with Chaotic reader

Summary: It's one of the rare occasions where you actually get into a fight....

Genre: Honestly, I don't even know

Notes: Thank you so much for the request, Anon! I'm sorry it's so short since it's just a scenario instead of an entire fic.

Warnings: Fight scene, mentions of blood, mentions of injury,

You weren't quite sure how you got into this situation. You were in the center of a crowd, facing Juan. Juan was by far, your least favorite person in Encanto. He was self absorbed, boastful, and thought he was better than everyone else.

Today he was doing his usual stunt in the town, boasting his accomplishments to his group of assorted people that follows him around. All of them being at his beck and call sickened you. They were just there because Juan had big muscles and played sports or because they were part of his sports team. You gagged and tried to walk by until you heard him say something.

"Yeah, Dolores is such a good kisser. We were hanging out last night and she told me she loved me."

Something in you snapped. He wasn't even close to dating Dolores! She was in love with Mariano and he was planning on proposing soon! You may have tried to stay out of fights as you were usually pretty chaotic on your own and your Mami had enough to deal with, but you couldn't hold back. You turned back to face him, anger in your eyes. He looked back at you, a smug smile on his face.

"You want to say that again, perro? I know for a fact that Dolores was at home with Mariano last night, so cut the crap."

Your voice was cool as his face turned red with anger at you for exposing him to his friends. You turned away and started to walk but then he grabbed your arm and turned you around.

"Get your hands off me, you idiota!"

He wouldn't so you bit his arm. He yelped and jumped back in shock. He rolled up his sleeves and glared at you.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now, Madrigal."

You smirked. Maybe this one time, you could stand getting into a fight. This idiota deserved it anyway. You put down your basket and rolled up your own sleeves. You pulled off your ruana and placed it on your stuff. You got into a fighting stance and his friends laughed.

"What do you think you're going to do to him, Madrigal?! He's like, twice your height and muscular!"

You glared at the girl who spoke out and she gulped.

"This!"

You quickly went towards him and punched him in the stomach. He gave a puff of air, not ready for you to come so suddenly. You gave him a swift kick to the crotch. He keeled over in pain and you kicked him in the back. He fell face forward and cried out in pain. His nose was bleeding from the impact of hitting the ground.

"Huh. With all of your boasting, I thought this would be a harder fight. Guess not."

You walked over to your stuff and threw your ruana on. Everyone just stared. None of them knew that you knew how to fight and thought that this would be a resounding win for Juan that would end with you on the floor crying instead of him. You took an arepa out of your basket and threw it to Juan's best friend, Daniel.

"Give that to him when stops crying. I may know how fight, but I'm not heartless."

As you turned away you smirked to yourself. That arepa wasn't going to do anything to help Juan. You had made it. You wanted to see how good your baking was compared to Julieta's according to your brothers, but this was a much better plan. Besides, when he gets up, he can get a real one.

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"Hey, Y/N! What took you so long? Did you burn down the kitchen or something?"

"No. I got into a fight."

"Really? You don't even look injured!"

"I know! I thought Juan would've been a harder fight, but he went down with a punch and a couple kicks."

"Juan? You do mean the guy who is at least a foot taller than you and super muscular, right? There isn't a different one?"

"The very same. He said some crap about Dolores being his girlfriend and kissing him, so I made him feel pain."

Your voice was calm as you talked and Camilo and Carlos shared a look. Carlos whispered something to Camilo.

"So this is why Mami hates when she gets into fights. She knows the others won't stand a chance."

Camilo nodded and stared at you. You notice.

"What?"

"Nothing, let's just get started on these snacks."

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[astranne]

Your wish is my command My Goddess!

Startin this off, Bodyguard!Xiao would absolutely 100% be SO jealous if someone was to flirt with you well he'd be use to it since your famous but this person is particularly handsome????

Hes gonna be like a cat hes gonna pout and glare at you and huff until you acknowledge his existence.

Speaking of, i can see him leaving you gifts but never saying anything. Atp idk if I'm talking about Bodyguard!Xiao anymore but anyways!

He would sneak you gifts onto your desk, table, whatever is there he will put it there he wont say anything he's just gonna go "Oh, your welcome." If you say thank you Xiao. It could be for literally anything and he would still say your welcome.

I CANT GET OVER ONE THING ABT XIAO THO

He has so much potential for angst and i can feel it.

I can see Xiao as the kid who gets bullied for being academically smart but his other siblings are smarr and well versed in sports and activities. Hes the anti social emo kid who wears hoodies and blasts his music (not really angsty!xiao would rather keel over) through his headphones and not have many friends.

I CAN however see him get one friend. And this is purely for funny moments but Tartaglia would friend him unironically. I love the intorvert adopted by extrovert trope and those two fit that role well.

Childe just sitting next to Xiao after a few weeks and suddenly best friends??? Sign me up. Childe recongizing Xiao beyond his academic intelligence and Xiao feeling appreciated??? Sign me up. Childe ACTUALLY not using him for projects and to do homework like many of Xiao's "friends"???? Sign me up.

The whole Xiao and Childe dynamic has potential and wanna what help has potential? Hu Tao and Xiao

Now this? Wouldnt happen unless you tied Xiao up and locked him in the closet w Hu Tao for a week.

Now listen how did they meet?? Simple.

Hu Tao pranked Xiao on accident by putting something in his locker and ruined has his stuff and Xiao was just "👤Um." The entire time and Hu Tao, being the lovely person she is, did it again why not. I can see her being a prankster, but after awhile Hu Tao would have to end up buying Xiao's notebooks that get water damaged or burnt by something and end up giving him notes but helloooo???? GIVING HIM NOTES?????? He already memorized every math formula why is she giving HIM NOTES????

Hes so shocked he doesnt know what to do so he just goes with it. And now oh would you look at that Hu Tao is now taking him out for Boba and rambling about her favorite show. I can see Xiao not knowing anything about Boba, or just the outside world. His caregivers werent harsh on him, he just wanted to be seen by them like his older siblings :( he just wanted that validation. Know who gives it to him? Hu Tao and Childe.

"Xiao your so cool!" As he absolutely owns them in paintball?? Hes smiling so hard.

"Xiao how did you know the answer? I couldnt even get it your so smart!" After he answered a hard essay question hes literally shaking with happiness.

My boy just wants to be seen :((((

Back for a little bit of angst, Xiao wouldnt tell them he feels left out sometimes or how he gets drained. He wouldnt tell them about anything or how he feels he made it this far why would he?

I can see his siblings especially if theyre older constantly teasing him, they dont know it but they gant up on him and practically bully him into hiding his room and not coming out. Not projecting i swear

SLEEPOVERS AT CHILDE OR HUTAO'S???

Horror movies, staying up late and eating junk food? Challenges and even going to walmart at 3:30 when Xiao is hyped up on energy drinks speeding down the aisles in carts giggling and laughing past the cameras and workers who're too tired because "dammit they do this every weekend we cant kick them out"

My Goddess i hope i delivered what you asked for!

-🪶

i'm getting blessed today!!! thank you so much, i really had a blast reading through this my dear fischl anon <3 all the brainrot is under the cut hehe it escalated a bit just a tiny bit lmao

jealous and protective bodyguard!xiao, yes please. he will stare everyone down who tries to flirt with you AND is very handsome. not even five minutes in and he will be like "excuse you, but back tf off." he will do it immediatly when he notices you don't really feel comfortable... and he will be a bit more agressive 👀

bodyguard!xiao gets a certain reputaion... he is a bloody good bodyguard, very protective of his clients and their privacy. you bet everyone wants him as their bodyguard (especially when he's handsome as well)

also the gifts... asdkfubhd- he will leave all his gifts at the places he knows you will see them, watching with a small smile how you eagerly open his gifts (sue him, you really look cute when you get all excited and happy about little things)

he will spoil tf out of you, gift you with the most lavish gifts, oh and if you like his cooking, yeah, well he will always cook a full ass menu for you, just to enjoy your blissful face when you take the first bite of his heavenly food.

just... xiao. also the little cat comment made me think about cat!xiao, like,,, hybrid, like just... cat and fluffy tail and perky ears and purring xiao...

xiao is born, breed, made, created for angst. have you seen his lore?? like, come on, angst is his second third name.

okay, childe and xiao friendship. we love and we need this rn. xiao gets bullied by the jocks and it's acutally his elder siblings fault,,, because well,, they are a jock too and started teasing him. not many realize they are siblings, and since older sibling is quite popular, everyone else started teasing bullying him too. xiao swallows all the bitterness, not wanting to call his siblings out because he still loves them!! but sometimes... sometimes they don't realize he's hurting.

anti social!xiao. emo!xiao. introvert!xiao just... xiao. he is the weird loner of the school, but not quite?? like, he's smart and does so well in school and not to mention, he is handsome. not that many would admit that. but there was a time where xiao wore eyeliner before everything went downhill and some really miss those times... but they would never admit it.

he doesn't really have friends until childe comes along. and childe is a social butterfly. he is friends with the whole school but not really, he is outgoing, quite smart too and just funny to be around. he can be a jerk sometimes, but aren't we all sometimes too? he befriends xiao first for a selfish reason, hoping he would get a bit of quiet from all the noise in his life. but then he realizes how he enjoys xiao's company and sticks around.

later, when they're really thick and probably somthing like best friends, childe will admit that to xiao and they almost have a fallout

and when hu tao comes around? yeah well, prepare for chaos. childe and hu tao go along so well and you bet after a while, when Xiao feels comfortable enough, he will try and curb their chaos. not that he succeds.

hu tao still feels bad sometimes about how much she ruined from xiao's stuff, which is why she started spoiling him. she is well off, probably from a rich family, just like childe. they will spoil all the sadness and angst from xiao away

you bet hu tao is the reason why xiao now has a starbucks and bubble tea addiction this is how he meets other friends, on his own but that's for another time

yk what, with anti social and introvert xiao... gamer!xiao. what is he even doing the whole time in his room? yeah well, of course he studies, but he can't study the whole ass time and this is how he slowly became a gamer. not that many know that

but after hu tao and childe find out, you bet they will buy him a whole ass aesthetic streamer set up, even tho he doesn't stream but maybe in the future they want him happy, and all those little games make him happy. especially when he now can play with real friends, not only those people who he met online.

thanks to hu tao and childe he comes out of his shell, dressing up a bit (xiao has style. he just has a style not everyone would approve. war core/dark and tech wear. he has style and the clothes, just not the confidence wearing it) and even putting his eyeliner back on (you bet he suddenly becomes the crush of so many people)

hu tao and childe are confident people, and he somehow has to keep up. he finds his confidence once again (if we want to make this especially angsty, he was a very confident, if a bit silent child. but his family and all the teasing/bullying made him lose his confidence)

oh and if we want to create more plot, childe is a somewhat well known influencer and hu tao hops on that train too. it's easy for them to gain more followers and reach, and the extra money is certainly welcome. xiao ponders if he should start doing this too, but somehow... he's not really comfortable with that. he wants to do this in his own way. (que, xiao being the 'unreachable, mystery, but lovable and gorgeous influencer)

but he starts with streaming first, his fan base grows fast because,,, xiao is so calm, he loves all the games he plays and is so passionate about it!! he is an avid animal crossing player, always building and creating on his island and proudly showing it off to his viewers. they praise him and shower him with compliments, and he always gets all shy and blushy and you bet they will coo over him and only make things worse better

hu tao and childe just proudly show off xiao's achievements in their social media, talking about xiao and what an awesome friend he is, how smart he is and everything.

now i want cracked gamer!xiao, who looks nothing like it, but will absolutely destroy you in CoD, Val, LoL and all the other games. he is well known in the gamer community and you bet he has many admirers. okay but what about professional gamer!xiao-

okay okay, i got a bit distracted- but,,, SLEEP OVERS!!! yes omfg, yes, just yes. xiao loves energy drinks, but they get expensive if you drink so much like him. but with hu tao and childe as his walking wallets, nothing can stop his addiction. he has so much energy in this small body and childe loves to create more chaos and just gives him more. hu tao just giggling and filming all the chaos xiao creates (because that's so rare!! it's always her or childe) and never deleting it.

hhhh- all of them sleeping in these big ass beds hu tao and childe have, piling up and smacking each other while sleeping, but not caring. both hu tao and childe love cuddling, and xiao is always their victim. what if... touch starved!xiao

they would go to McDonalds at midnight, get like 60 chicken nuggest and 7 burgers, eat it on there or take the whole food with them home, talking and giggling the whole time and having to eat the food cold.

just the whole group dynamic with them would be so whole some and i'm here for it!!! like,,, AHHHH i mean come on!!!!

okay, this became longer than i intended and i got distracted, but holy shit. xiao brainrot <33

thank you so much for sending this big, long ask about xiao and his brainrots <333

[ray-ray-writings]

Uhm, hi

Soo, I don't want to stress you out or make you do something, but I have a request.

Again, you don't have to do it if you are uncomfortable with it, don't like the idea, have no time, or just don't want to do it

But, could you please maybe do a technoblade x reader where the reader gets really bad period cramps and techno's reaction to it.

Or like, maybe he doesn't know what a period is bc he grew up around all guys or something and he freaks out?

Again, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

Thanks for your time tho

So I totally thought I posted this a while ago... I did not, I saved it to my drafts and didn't realize until now.

So, from the bottom of my heart,

My bad.

But periods are the absolute worst and I hate them so much. That is all. Thank you for the request anon!

Techno would know what a period is, but he wouldn’t know much about them. He knew what they were, why they occurred, what happened during them, but because he grew up with his father and two brothers, he never was around anyone that had them.

I’d like to imagine the first time you had your period, Techno waltzed into your house and immediately was able to smell the blood, which he could tell was yours, and he began to freak out. He follows the scent and finds you curled up in the bed, clutching your stomach. He rushes over to you and runs his hands over your stomach. “It’s going to be okay Y/N. I’m going to help you,” he babbles out. You let out a sigh of contentment at the warmth of his hands seeping through your skin and easing the ache ever so slightly.

Techno begins to worry even more and his eyes scan your stomach, looking for the injury that had caused you to bleed and clutch your stomach. “Where are you hurt?” Techno asks, when he can’t find the wound. The question causes you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Hurt? I'm not hurt,” you slur out, pressing Techno’s hands further down on your stomach, trying to make the warmth go deeper.

“Not hurt? You’re bleeding Y/N! You wouldn’t be bleeding if you weren’t hurt.” It takes you a moment to digest the words and understand the meaning but as soon as you do, you begin to laugh. “What? What is so funny?” Techno questions, really confused as to why you just went from looking like you're in pain to laughing.

“I am Tech. I am bleeding. I’m on my period Techno. That’s where the blood is.” Techno’s face flushes and he lets out a soft ‘oh.’ He’s not sure what to say, a little embarrassed at confusing your period for you being injured and freaking out as much as he had.

Techno clears his throat and looks back at you, looking at your face, but avoiding your eyes. “Is there anything I can do?” he asks, wanting to know how best to help. You think for just a moment before holding your arms out to him and making grabby hands at him.

“Cuddles?”

Without another word, Techno moves his hands from your stomach and carefully lays down next to you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest, letting your head rest on him and his head on top of your head as his hands move up and down your back in a soothing pattern.

A content sigh escapes your lips as his overly warm body transfers heat to yours and relaxes the muscles that cramp up during this time. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

Techno is a bit clueless at times and you have to explain things to him. He was so concerned the first time he witnessed you have a cramp. One moment you were talking perfectly fine, the next you were hunched over yourself, struggling to breathe. After the cramp releases, Techno is all over you, asking what happened, if you were okay, why you had keeled over, his whole mind and mouth moving a mile a minute as he tries to figure out what happened. Once you catch your breath, you explain cramps to Techno and why they happen and Techno listens. He asks questions and makes sure that he knows what to do.

After that, he always has cramp medicine on hand. He also has heated blankets, and is also always willing to drop everything to cuddle and rub your back or stomach to make you feel better. He hates to see you in pain and so he is willing to do anything he can to lessen that pain. He’s definitely punched Tommy when he was being too pushy and too loud around you while you were struggling with the pain.

Techno also loves cuddling with you when you’re on your period. He’s so warm and it makes you feel so relaxed and comfortable against him. He loves being able to take care of you like that and he feels so honored that you feel safe enough to curl up into him and relax like that. It makes you feel good and in turn it makes him feel good too.

He will also make you anything that you want food wise. I don’t know if it’s just a me thing, but I get intense cravings when I’m on my period and when I realize I can’t have/don’t have that food, it makes me want to cry. So if this applies to you, he will absolutely make you whatever you want, and he would even bring it to you wherever you were. Again, Techno just wants to make sure you’re taken care of and given the things that you want.

… That’s all I got haha. I’m sorry it was so short, but I hope you enjoyed either way!

[darthmaulification]

Feeling a little tender at the moment, what would happen after the first time Boba made you accidentally cry?

A/N: ..... ooo anon.... OOO ANON..... you come into this house and say this to me? buckle up.

my first boba request!! and LORD do i love that bounty hunter! 😍🥰💕💕 though, for as much as i adore him, it was surprisingly difficult to write him?? like i wrote and rewrote a bunch, but i just couldn’t settle on how i wanted him to act/speak in a full story. 💀 hope you don’t mind this is also in headcanon format. 🙏😭

that’s kinda sorta why it took me a bit longer to get this out for y’all. 💀

thank you, and i hope you enjoy! 💗💗

Boba’s a Big Meanie™ and makes you cry (and how he rectifies this atrocity) headcanons

Let’s be honest, in general, Boba is not a “nice” guy. That doesn’t necessarily make him a bad man, but it does mean he has the tendency to be pretty tone deaf to the feelings of others. Combined with him having a mean streak, and his propensity to sometimes laugh at the expense of others (though it does depend on who it is), Boba can play the role of “bully” a bit too well.

Boba also has a pretty intimidating temper, all too enhanced by his physically commandeering demeanor. He doesn’t get actively/visibly angry often, like genuinely furious, however if the right buttons are pressed, and the right strings pulled, he will snap. And an angry Boba is a scary, dangerous Boba. 

If we’re talking about the very first time he ever makes you cry, it definitely happens pre-relationship, when the two of you are not fully acquainted with one another. It’s during that period of time when the two of you are still “getting to know” each other, learning each other’s personalities, behaviors, and whatnot. At the time, you and Boba had a basic understanding of each other, but mostly he stayed out of your way and you stayed out of his.

Most likely, he makes you cry during an argument. Taking into account all of the factors above, you and Boba probably butt heads on some sort of issue, like safety or security or over the occasional ethical/moral dilemma, and when it doesn’t look like you’re giving up the fight anytime soon, Boba gets more irritated by the second. You’re the only person brave enough to stick it to him, to full out tell him he’s wrong, or an idiot (or both), and that really ticks him off. Boba doesn’t like to lose arguments as much as he doesn’t like to lose fights. He expects you to keel over and, however begrudgingly, suck it up all while he demands respect he thinks he’s entitled to. But you don’t let up, not this time.

So Boba kinda sorta really blows up on you. At some point in arguing, something you say probably flips the switch and Boba just says “Fuck this” and lets loose. The switch from his semi-calm demeanor to one that is absolutely terrifying is honestly kinda impressive, but very scary all the same. Boba gets full in your face, all looming and big, and just rips into you. He’s speaking in that sort of half-yell, half-growl, strained tone that really does shake you due to it’s intensity and the deadly ferocity that’s laced in it. Boba also grips your arms in an almost painful vice grip, all but forcing you to look directly at him, controlling you. 

Honestly, Boba just gets plain nasty to you. He absolutely loses most of his decorum and starts cussing you out, saying really rude, insensitive things to you. He says some pretty terrible shit, intermingling petty schoolyard insults with genuine threats, like threatening your life either indirectly or directly. And Boba seeks to cut deep, where it hurts, so he does use some of your darkest, most delicate secrets against you. And for as much as Boba’s bite hurts, his bark can be a whole lot worse.

Though it’s honestly less about what he actually says to you that makes you cry. Sure, a particular line probably is the catalyst, but it’s more so the chaotic, emotional, angry hurricane that Boba puts you through that finally does it. When you start crying, depending on the type of person you are, Boba either uses that against you and mocks you, or he lets up slightly, somewhat shocked to be seeing you cry. In the end though, your tears do eventually make his anger cool to a simmer and even though he’s still pissed, Boba lets you go, physically that is.

He sets a distance between you and him, either watching you sob in front of him or watching you run off to get away from him, all depends on you. Boba doesn’t pursue you either way, preferring to act coldly indifferent before turning on his heel and walking away. He tells himself that he doesn’t feel guilty, but he does. He feels bad and is pissed that he does.

So for a while, you don’t see him. Boba keeps a pretty wide berth from you and occupies his time either working on something or off ship hunting a bounty. The cool down period is pretty long, because Boba is stubborn and guilty, and it makes the whole dynamic between the two of you surprisingly heavy and awkward.

How it’s all resolved kinda depends. Like if you’re more stubborn than he is, and Boba approaches you, he offers you a bit of a non-apology. Like you can tell he’s sorry, but he doesn’t really say the words. It’s the best you’ll get from him if you wait it out, but there is a level of sincerity that you feel. However, if you’re the first to break the silence between you and Boba, to approach and apologize for something that you had said, he apologizes more directly. He’ll actually say sorry for making you cry, and might tell you he doesn’t enjoy seeing you in tears. Either way, his apology is clipped, awkward, and more than a bit gruff because Boba’s not much of a tender person, but he truly does mean it. Boba may not be nice, but he is honest.

In fact, a little while later and kinda out of the blue, Boba may gift you something to solidify the apology. Be it a new blaster, or your favorite perfume or cosmetic, or something you wanted that you off-handedly mentioned once, he gets it for you. Boba doesn’t give it to you directly, only leaves it in a place that you frequent, where he knows you’ll find it. He hopes it mends whatever hurt may be left over from the argument, hopes that you forgive him. Boba doesn’t expect you to thank him for the gift, in fact he kinda wants it to be a sneaky one and done type thing, but if you do, he won’t mind, he’ll just silently reply with a nod of his head.

Fortunately, the apology (however explicit or implicit) and the gift do their job, and the transgression is forgiven and healed, considering you don’t leave him for another. Boba is privately thankful for this, and for you.