#tftbl x reader

[theemissuniverse]

“MY HAPPY PLACE” AUGUST X SUNSHINE! FEM!READER

A/N : I don’t think anyone is going to read this because tftbl is so underrated but I’m bored soooo

WARNINGS : nsfw headcanons, MDNI

You and August? Nobody would have ever guessed you two were a couple. No one would have even assumed you two were a couple.

The two of you, surprisingly, were together since you were thirteen. At first it was just silly kid love but now that the two of you were grown adults, it turned into something serious.

August wasn’t expecting himself to fall in love with someone like you given you two were complete opposites. But he was. Madly in love with you. Even if he had a hard time of showing it. He was.

You were also the only one that could put August in check. That was something other people realized quickly.

You were only person allowed to kiss August, hug him, show him compassion and sympathy. Otherwise he didn’t care about it for anyone else.

“Be nice.” You told your boyfriend. You two had successfully kidnapped Fiona, Rhys and the rest of their friends while trying to unlock a vault.

August scoffed, crossing his arms. “I am nice.”

“To me.”

“Yeah, because you’re the only one that deserves it.”

You giggled a little and leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips. August accepted the kiss and pulled you closer to him.

The ones you kidnapped? Were further in the room and looked in complete confusion and disgust. “How did they end up together?” Rhys asked distraught.

“Talk about opposites attract.” Fiona mumbled.

You pulled away from him and walked out of the room. August turned towards the group and he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “You people figure out a plan or what?”

“Do we have to suck your face too to get treated like a human being?” Sasha asked sarcastically.

August gave her a look full of disgust. “Don’t make me puke.”

SFW HEADCANONS

August is protective but doesn’t breathe down your back. He knows you can handle yourself and that you don’t need a babysitter. But if anything were to happen, he’d burn the whole world down.

He isn’t the biggest on PDA but doesn’t mind to kiss you in front of everyone or even slap your ass.

He doesn’t really get jealous because he knows you love him. He’s more so just moderately irritated when he sees a man flirt with you or have a crush on you.

Which brings him to Rhys. He can tell Rhys has a crush on you because well, he is a man, and he’ll just roll his eyes half the time he sees you interact with Rhys. He’s not worried though.

While he may not be jealous, you are the one that is despite you being the more level headed one in the relationship and will all the time make remarks about him with other women or even Sasha. This annoys him because he genuinely doesn’t like any other women and has to remind you that he’s the one in love with you.

At first it was hard to get him to break his walls down but once you break them down, he is non stop saying he loves you. It kind of freaks people out seeing him so lovey with you and at the next minute wanting to shoot everyone in the face.

August doesn’t ever let you sit in a seat and makes you sit on his lap all the time.

He loves when you play with his hair. It releases some stress he’s feeling.

He has a rule where you two can never go to bed mad or walk out the door mad. He has abandonment issues so even if you’re extremely mad at him, you are forced to sleep in the same bed as him. Also if you’re leaving and are mad, you still have to tell him you love him.

August rarely gets mad at you. Or even irritated with you but if he ever does, he just needs a little space.

With how handsome August is and him owning a bar, he gets a lot of women trying to flirt with him. A lot of the time he gets really disgusted and just rolls his eyes. He’ll tell them he’s taken before walking away.

You on the other hand get the worst out of it because there’s a lot of drunk men at his bar that are not afraid to flirt with you openly. When August sees how uncomfortable they’re making you or if they make physical contact with you, he kills them instantly.

Speaking of, while you know you have to kill to survive on Pandora and do it out of necessity, August some times just kills if someone pisses him off which you don’t like. He tries not to do it in front of you.

August always kisses you on your knuckles.

When August messes up in the relationship, it’s hard for him to say he’s sorry but he will say it. If that doesn’t work, he’ll shower you with gifts to the point where you stop giving him the silent treatment and actually talk to him.

NSFW HEADCANONS

August is the dominant one in the relationship. While he is submissive to you outside the relationship like getting you anything you want and wanting to do things for you, August takes complete control in the bedroom. He is never really submissive but he’ll let you get on top of him though.

He loves to eat you out and probably prefers giving to receiving. He just loves making you feel good.

August prefers your ass more to your chest. He just likes grabbing it and giving it a smack and it happens frequently.

He’ll talk you through it. All the time. He sees how much it makes you squirm and loves seeing you all wind up. He’ll always praise you. He’s not the one to really degrade in the bedroom but if you ask then he’ll do it.

August likes all the sex positions to be completely honest but if he had to pick one, it would be cow girl. As dominant as he is, he loves when you ride him and seeing your chest bounce up and down. He’ll mainly have to help you through because the pleasure is too much for you to keep up the pace. Seeing you struggle turns him on even more.

He isn’t really into hurting you in the bedroom but if you ask him, he’ll do it.

He loves when you beg to cum. Not that he ever denies you. You’re just so desperate to cum on him and it turns him on so much that he is ready to cum inside of you.

Considering you’re in a long term relationship with him, August just prefers cumming inside of you. He doesn’t mind if you get pregnant and actually wants kids. Also it’s just hotter to do it inside of you.

He loves eye contact. He forces you to look at him through out the entire time and if you cum without looking at him, then you have rounds until you do.

2 times out of 10, you have to initiate intimacy. August gets turned on just by looking at you and is always on the go to have sex so you’re never really the one to start it.

When he is feeling he wants you to take control, he doesn’t mind if you tied him up to the bed.

August has a lot of stamina so he’s willing to go a long time until you want to stop.

He can cum just by looking at your body but even when he cums too quick, he keeps going until you do. If he can’t get back up, he just settles to eating you out.

He loves thigh riding. He’d watch you cum on his thigh every day if he could.

He loves when you leave hickeys on his body. Not until does it feel good but it looks good on his body.

[thissharktypes]

Into the Border-verse: 3

3 - Sparking up a friendship

You’re pulled from your dreams by humming and quiet clattering behind you. Sitting up you groggily rub the gunk from your eyes and yawn, arms stretching high above you, fully regretting your choice to sleep on the floor. “Well hello there sleepyhead!” You turn to see Jack rummaging around on your bed, picking up random things you had in your backpack “There’s breakfast on the counter for you princess.” He motions towards the kitchenette where a spread of food catches your attention. Your stomach growls harshly, reminding you of just how long it had been since you ate. Trudging over to a chair, dragging the blanket with you, you pile a bit of everything on your plate, fork in hand you happily munch on new and familiar foods. Pancakes, yes, weird shiny fruit, no, red squishy thing, yes, blue hard thing, no. You rank each item in your head as you slowly try bites here and there, every once in awhile glancing over at Jack who was now sprawled out on your bed flicking through a book you had stuffed in your bag months ago and forgotten about “It’s a smutty book.” You say through a mouthful of something similar to a biscuit, Jack looks over at you, an eyebrow raised so high it almost touches his hairline “Why read it when you can just go out and get it.” he groans and tosses the book down. Pink slowly creeps up your neck and cheeks so you duck your head down and focus on the food. Jack lets out a soft “Oh?” and you feel his hand gliding through your hair “I know that flustered look,” he smirks, pearly white teeth distracting you momentarily “Somebody hasn’t gotten laid in awhile~” his voice pitches up, practically singing his mockery. You shrink into your blanket, food now ignored as your face heats up even more, Jacks giggling cuts off “Wait a minute.” he grabs your face and forces you to face him, your eyes looking everywhere but his “Look at me babydoll.” you swallow, the last of your food almost getting caught as you finally make eye contact. His eyes slowly scan your face, your shaking hands, your leg bouncing nervously “You’re a virgin!” he gasps “Virginity is a social construct, it doesn’t exist.” you roll your eyes, trying to mask your nervousness “ Mmhmm, whatever, I’m just saying,” he leans in closer “Nobody’s ever dipped inside your honey pot.” whatever amount of nervousness disappears and you fake gag “Never say that again.” you pull away, gathering your blanket dramatically “Absolutely disgusting way to say that.” you huff, shoving your pile of stuff to the side so you could sit on the bed “Alright, I’ll rephrase,” he holds up his hands in surrender “Nobodies ever fucked your pus-” he’s cut off as a pillow sails through the air, hitting him square in the face. 

You freeze, momentarily forgetting that he was in fact, Handsome Jack, the murderous, serious anger issues and easily pissed off, Handsome Jack. Fear contorts your face and you shift backwards, poised to run. Jack stares at the pillow on the ground “Did you just throw a pillow at me?” he finally looks back at you, taking in your position, like a terrified gazel being spotted by a lion, you dart away, blanket dropping behind you as you shove the door open and book it down the hallway, not even risking facing his wrath. Your heart pounds as you slip on the smooth floors, socks barely giving you traction as you dip around a corner and see an open office, the lights off you can only hope there’s nobody inside as you slide in the room looking for somewhere to hide as angry footsteps come closer. You squeeze yourself inside an empty cabinet, the smell of must papers filling your nose as you pull the door shut.

You swear he can hear your heavy breathing so you clamp your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to not cry. Heavy footsteps trail into the room and you shake, so afraid of the outcome of your stupid lack of impulse control. Hinges creak but you refuse to open your eyes, hoping and praying to every deity you could think of that it wasn’t your cabinet that he opened. A soft sigh, followed by shifting, a shoe squeaks against the floor “You can come out little one.” you whimper, eyes finally opening and seeing a frowning Jack bent down in front of you, shaking, glossy eyed and trembling lips, you crawl out from your hiding spot, keeping your eyes on the ground, not wanting to face the end of your very short life. 

A hand slowly comes into view “As much as I’d like to have you on your knees for me, this isn’t what I’d be into pumpkin.” His voice is surprisingly soft and you hesitantly look up at him. Though a frown tugs his eyebrow down in and intimidating expression, there's a flash of kindness in his eyes. You look down at his waiting hand and back up to his face two more times before finally grasping it so he can pull you up.

[legendaryskeletonpicklewolf]

"If u blame Lilith for handsome jack wanting to kill her then just say u hate women"....be so fucking for real. Lilith for no reason literally burned his face off and i bet he was in tremendous pain, she had no reason to do that ,the only reason she may have had was that MAYBE moxxi told her to.Also she didn't even know about him he was a low-level engineer on HELIOS not on pandora..so for people saying that and agreeing with it your stupid and u just want a reason to hate people. I personally love both men and women but I even see how much bullshit that is.

[karasong]

ok... if anyone is a fan of borderlands (tales; 3; new tales, etc.) i was considering writing a rhys strongfork x reader with multiple choices like a tell tale fic... but would anyone enjoy reading it? the fic will be exclusive to ao3 - i just don't want to put a lot of effort into something that may only be read by ~3 people

edit: i am writing this. it is happening (& to those who have interacted with this post i will tag you when it releases so you know)

[nortonluv]

Hello hello, and soft Rhys headcanons? ^^

Hiiii ofc you can my dear <3

SOFT RHYS HEADCANONS

Not my gif

Pairing: Rhys Strongfork x reader

Reader pronouns used: They/Them/Their's

Warnings: None as far as I was aware

Summary/Notes: Mentions Handsome Jack, Vaughn, Zer0 (He/they pronouns are what I use for Zer0) and Lor

Tales from the Borderlands Rhys:

-> He needs so many hugs

-> I mean look at him he's a nervous wreck

-> He needs support, constantly.

-> When Vasquez is a douche and starts messing with Rhys, just try and pull him away and comfort him

-> However if Vasquez says anything about you, that becomes far more difficult

-> yk

-> because he looooves you~

-> Vaughn and you being close is his one of his favourite things about you

-> He lives that you can be good friends with his best friend

-> right so I'm not sure about what the living situations on Helios are like but there's a designated living area if I remember right

-> when you come over, he'll put on some music and you must dance with him

-> you can both be awkward wobbly messes together while you dance

-> Loves a good slow dance, no matter how clumsily you both do it

-> He tries to hide the fact he is lowkey obsessed with Handsome Jack for weeks into your relationship

-> however he gets caught when you come over for the first time to his place

-> You better not judge him, he would feel horrible and like some weird freak if you judged him for it

-> if you like Handsome Jack as much as him (and me) honestly he will rant to you about all the stuff he thinks is cool about Jack.

-> he hyperfixates on things

-> He gets so happy when you let him talk about his hyperfixations

-> like he starts stimming

-> starts shaking his arms, getting a giggly and so so smiley

-> He's just like me fr 😌

-> When he leaves to Pandora, he trust you to tell you what is happening

-> but you cannot go with them

-> Rhys values your safety more than anyone elses

-> He'll call you with is ECHO eye every day at least once

-> He worries that either he will get killed and never get a chance to tell you how much he loves you

-> or he worries that while he's away, someone may try to take advantage of you or kill you

-> When he goes back to Helios he doesn't tell you about Jack

-> Jack however knows plenty about you however since he's been stuck with both of you two's biggest fan.

-> When shit starts going bad, Rhys calls you to tell you to leave as soon as possible

-> you find an escape pod and make it to Pandora

-> After all the dram with the Gortys project however, you are very happy to help Rhys rebuild Atlas

-> that's another thing he adores about you, you so supportive of him

-> We love him

💙

Borderlands 3/ New Tales Rhys:

-> When he's big boss man Rhys, he has less time for you and let me tell you, that destroys him

-> you are the main pillar for his mental stability so when he's there fighting off Maliwan because some psycho wants to be besties with him and you can't be there because you have your own work or just happened to be away for a week, you can imagine how he's feeling

-> When he does have you in his arms however he's snuggling his head into your neck

-> you are his safe haven

-> always have been

-> let's you pick what fish he has in that huge fish tank of his

-> you know the dancing thing from before? It's so much more fun now that you have his entire office to yourselves

-> you can just take a moment to chill out with your CEO boyfriend

-> Zer0, Lor and you are all really good friends

-> Zer0 is just as protective of you as they are of Rhys

-> oh yeah, did I forget to mention? He plans on proposing soon

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Sorry that the last part was shorter than tftbl Rhys but I've been working on my Handsome Jack fic still, that should come out this week hopefully and I'm trying to get back into the flow of writing.

I just beg that everyone is patient with me and writing 🙏 I don't mean to take so long but I really am hoping to keep it somewhat consistent.

[legendaryskeletonpicklewolf]

HEY LOOK IT RHYS!

[helpfandom]

Yandere Handsome Jack x PLATONIC reader HCs

I know that most people talk about him in a more romantic sense, so I figure a platonic sense might be good.

Just going off of the BL2 version, not TFTBL or TPS [Tales from the Borderlands and The Presequel.]

Cw + TW: Dehumanizing and Damn is this man delusional. He fr keeps you on a leash. Highly Abusive, like, I feel worse than than the Calypso Twins. Jack calls himself 'daddy' NON SEXUAL. TW: Jack forces you into being a female role, into being his daughter. I made Jack FUCKED UP.

Just like the cringe twins / the Calypso's, he took you first without the obsession. He saw the kid and thought: 'Hey, I get to kill someone and ruin the Crimson Raiders? Awesome!'

Before Angel is Dead:

He held a gun to your head, you froze, fearful for your life. Even though it wasn't your first time having a gun to your head, I mean, hey, it's Pandora, it was a first for the person holding, the gun. "Heya pumpkin, just do what I say and I might not blow your head off, okay?"

Kept you around for a little bit, trying to think of everything and anything he could do to kill you. He honestly kept you on a little leash while he was talking to the Vault hunters, talking to them about how he was breaking your spirit, keeping you on a leash before he would kill you.

Of course, he couldn't decide on how to kill you, so you stayed around a little bit. He would try lines on you and focus on you when he insults the Vault hunters through the echo.

Angel may try to talk to you, but even she can see a lost cause and gives up trying to help you escape. You don't know that she is Jack's daughter, just that she is close to Jack.

Of course, mentioning Angel to him, even before her death, would lead to a meltdown from him, a temper tantrum of sorts where he threatens you, pushes you against the wall and says: "I guess I did figure out how I want you to die. Slowly."

You learned all to quickly that if he threatened you, he meant it. You learned it the hard way and your ribs are still broken to this day, seeing as he wouldn't and won't help you with any injuries you incur from provoking his wrath.

He shoves the butt of his gun into your thoat. If you won't speak to him, or laugh at his jokes, maybe you shouldn't be given the option to speak.

At some point, he starts relying in that ego boost you give him, not sure when, although it could be around the time the vault hunters take over Opportunity.

"Ol' balloon-tits is still holdin' a grudge against me, huh? Don't get me wrong, I understand it -- once you've eaten prime rib for free, it's hard to go back to suckin' down hamburgers for cash. If you know what I'm talking about." He looks over at you with a confused expression in your face. He sighs and rolls his eyes. He doesn't know why he wants to explain it to you, but he does anyway. "I'm talkin' about dicks."

After Angel is dead:

All of Hyperion was mess from jack's wrath, you could hear him shooting and wreaking things just for being in his way, you could hear his footsteps getting closer and louder. He shoves open the doors and looks at you. You YOU.

He looks at you and he recognizes a part of you, that he loves you, in some, sick, twisted form of the word. I mean, the look on your face isn't good for a kid to have, so he might have to teach you not look that way at your dad, after all, You're his little angel!

He'll hit you if you say that you aren't Angel, he'll never shoot you, no no no no, but he will use force to remind you that you're angel.

Prepare to be hurt, like HURT, he will be one of the few that is willing to have a blank doll kid in their life. If it means you won't escape, does it really matter if you don't sound excited? Or that you'll only look at him with a vacant expression, the bloodshot eyes leading him to suspect that you've been crying all night? Well that just means you missed him!

In the end, you'll understand that you took the place of Angel in his heart, he'll buy you pretty dresses that he wished Angel could wear, since you're his little daughter, they should fit you just perfectly.

"Heya Pumpkin! Daddy missed you while he was working. That dress looks beautiful on you, aren't you glad Daddy bought that for you, Angel?"

[mxrlin-writes]

Omg I lover your Rhys imagine “Falling For You”. I have a major crush on him rn after playing BL3 and your Imagine made me blush so hard hehe. I wanted to request a Rhys x Reader Imagine with the prompts: 28. “How drunk was I?” 34 .“You work for me. You are my slave.” Thanks a lot

warnings: mentions of alcohol, hangover, drunken marriage proposals

Rhys Strongfork x gn!reader

•••••

Rhys woke up in a blur - his head was aching and his limbs felt like stone. Rubbing his hand over his face, he sat up and opened his eyes into a squint.

One thing struck him: this was not his apartment. In fact, it looked like (Y/N)‘s. Why was he in his personal assistant’s flat?

He was about to stand when a grip on his shoulder forced him back to a sitting position. “I’ve got you some food, I don’t want you going anywhere until I’m sure you’re okay,” you said gently, trying to be quiet so you didn’t aggravate his headache.

“How... how drunk was I?” Rhys winced at the sound of his gravely throat, reaching towards the cup of water you’d prepared for him.

“You were fine until the shots. Then you delivered a speech about how you’d give everyone the week off. Long story short, no one has turned up today. Apart from Linda in HR,” you added, watching with mirth as Rhys sunk his head into his hands.

“Drunk me is a jerk,” he murmured, his voice partly muffled by his hands. You nudged him gently, telling him to cheer up. “That wasn’t embarrassing as the ‘you’re my slave, you work for me incident’ last year,” you teased. Rhys slunk further back into the sofa.

Last year, drunk Rhys had been so clumsy that you’d practically had to do everything for him until the next morning. He’d drunkenly declared you as his slave because you worked for him - you had then purposefully thrown accidentally spilled a drink down his shirt. He had been very apologetic the next morning.

Today was yet another morning on the list of “(Y/N) takes care of drunk and hungover Rhys”. You didn’t mind it - you liked him. Only as a friend, of course - you kept lying to yourself about the fact that you were hopelessly besotted with your boss. What he’d said yesterday didn’t exactly help.

“You, uh, you also asked me to marry you,” you trailed off, sipping your coffee and trying not to meet Rhys’ gaze. You heard him choke on the water. It would have been funny had it not been the guy you so desperately liked who just so happened to also be your boss.

“I’m so so sorry, oh my gosh, I’m such a-“

“No, no, it was okay, it’s not everyday that it happens-“

“-I didn’t want you to find out that I liked you from drunk me.”

Eventually your overlapping speech stopped. You stared at him in disbelief. Had he just confessed that he liked you? Your thoughts were cut off by a pain on your leg - you’d spilled some of the hot coffee. Rhys rushed forwards, grabbing the mug and ending up spilling more down himself, and then on you. It was chaos.

You laughed awkwardly, shaking the coffee from your hands as you stood and headed to the kitchen to grab a towel. Rhys followed, sheepishly leaning on the counter with the now empty mug of coffee - he looked incredibly out of place, he must have felt incredibly awkward for just accidentally confessing the fact that he really liked you. You dried your hands, then turned to face him, slowly approaching him and planting your hands either side of him on the counter.

His face was bright red as you looked up at him. “I’ll have to reject the marriage proposal... but I won’t reject a date...” you smiled, planting a gentle kiss to his cheek. He shuddered under you and gently reached for your hand with his robotic one.

“F-five o clock tomorrow? My office? I’ll surprise you,” he said, his blush now dying down a little only to be replaced by a boyish grin as he laced his fingers with yours. The touch of his cold metallic palm against your warm hand sent a shiver up your arm.

“As long as the surprise doesn’t involve vaults or inherent danger... I’m looking forward to it.”

[legendaryskeletonpicklewolf]

IF U KNOW HANDSOME JACKS B-DAY PLEASE TELL ME PLEASE GOD

Happy birthday HJ 🥳🎉

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

August x reader (New Crush?)

Request: Ok so how about a scenario about how August would act around his crush? Like they are his new help after Sasha left and he caught feelings. From August's pov, please! 

Fandom: Tales from the Borderlands

Genre: Fluff

Pov: August's

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My stomach felt weird again… What was wrong with me? Maybe it was something I ate?

“August? Are you listening?” I snapped out of my daydreaming when (y/n)’s voice brought me back to reality. Their voice was so pretty...

“What? I--uh, yeah?” 

I saw that playful smirk cross their lips.

“Okay, then what did I say, Smart guy?” 

Shit… 

“Something about skags?” My answer wasn’t very convincing, but (y/n) took it anyway and leaned backward slightly.

“Yes, actually. Well, half right.” 

Do I… Like (y/n)? I mean I was kinda with Sasha for a while, but… Ever since (y/n) started helping around the bar, I couldn’t think straight. 

“Since you’re technically my boss, I needed to ask you whether it would be okay if I could check on something, it won’t take long, no longer than a day,” They convinced. 

My face was red, I could feel it. Maybe having (y/n) away for a bit would help clear my head.

“You sure you can handle it?” I asked them.

(y/n) lightly scoffed at my words and stood to their feet.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be back late tomorrow,” They reassured me.  

I had an urge to kiss (y/n), but I knew I couldn’t. I watched from behind the bar as (y/n) quickly left the bar. I breathed a slow and steady sigh. 

Everything seemed so quiet and still, now, this was really different. Not right. 

What could (y/n) be doing right now? Maybe it was another mission from the vault hunters? God, I hoped they didn’t wanna be a vault hunter; that wouldn’t be good. (y/n)’s still young, I didn’t want them to dive into the life of a vault hunter.

I drummed my fingers against the bar lightly, watching the time slowly tick by; it was almost torturous. It had only been a few hours, but I couldn’t help but feel worried about their safety. Shit, I did like them, didn’t I? My eyes lazily shot to the door as it opened… 

(y/n) fell into the bar, holding a hand to their side. I hopped over the counter to aid them. I slowly picked (y/n) up, careful to not touch the wound and placed them onto the counter.

“You gonna tell me why you’re bleeding on my counter?” I asked, my voice nonchalant but I, of course, did care.

I waited for a response while I grabbed the first aid kit to patched them up.

“Well, um, the mission was fine; it was on the way back here that I had trouble. I got jumped by a psycho. I’m fine, just--” (y/n) started to say but was cut off by me.

“Yeah, I got it. Don’t worry,” My head was filling with worries about doubts. I knew they’d be okay, but I was still worried. Stupid crush bullshit. My eyes narrowed slightly as I patched up the wound on (y/n)’s side, it was fine; they were fine. “I don’t know how I feel about you going off on missions like this. You always come back hurt, you know that? Something worse could happen to you, or I--” I breathed for a moment, my heart was slower, I could feel it rise into my throat. “I like you. Shit… I like you a lot.” (y/n) slowly sat up, still sitting on the counter of the bar to face me. Oh, shit. I couldn’t believe I said all of that.

“August, are you serious?” (y/n) almost whispered to me.

I felt my features contort into an expression of worry.

“I am, but… The last time I got into a serious relationship it turned out to be a scam. I don’t wanna go through that again… It’s hard finding people who actually wanna be with me,” I confessed. 

My hands slowly trailed from (y/n)’s waist to meet their hands.

“August… I’d never hurt you like that. You’ve known me long enough, right?” 

I felt my body stiffen as (y/n) quickly moved forward to crash their own lips into mine. For the first time, I felt sparks. Nothing compared to Sasha. 

[fortune-fool02]

Not a bad shot

AI Handsome Jack x Rhys’ little sister reader

Please enjoy. Sorry this is stupid, simply blame writer’s block.

There were many, many, many things about Pandora that disturbed [Name]. One of them being the fact the within twenty seconds of being on Pandora, they had been attacked by a group of bandits. Shot at. Almost stabbed. Caught up in an explosion. And even almost run over by a damn car. 

Then Rhys, in his moment of idiocy, decided to stick Nakayama’s ID drive into his head without warning [Name], thus leading to both of them having the AI of Handsome Jack stuck in their heads.

Sometimes, [Name] really wanted to hit her older brother. 

***

Rhys stood against the wall, his body pressed against it as he peered around the corner. Both Vaughn and [Name] copying him and waiting for him to say something. 

“Well? What do you see?” Vaughn asked, voice hushed as he spoke. Rhys tossed a glance over at his friend,

“A couple of bandits, not too many though.” he said, “I think we can sneak past them.” [Name] nodded at her brother, prepared to follow his lead. Which, by now, was something she should re-consider doing as often. Slightly crouched, Rhys made his way across the area, using the multiple overturned tables and cars as cover, [Name] and Vaughn following close behind.

“Hey, I think we’re safe.” Vaughn whispered once they reached end of the street.

“Are you sure, Vaughn?” [Name] asked, her voice low as well. “They might be more around the corner.” Rhys threw a look over his shoulder at the two. 

“Will you both shut up? i’m tryin’ to listen for anything.” [Name] and Vaughn fell silent at that.

 A pale blue glow caught [Name]’s attention. Handsome Jack stood between her and Rhys, also partially crouched down as if he, too, was hiding. 

“What’re you guys whispering about?” he asked in a loud whisper. [Name] sighed lightly. She simply motioned him to be quiet whilst Rhys focused. Jack’s lips twisted into a grin and [Name] shook her head, quietly begging him not to do whatever he was about to do. 

“Hey, kiddo.” he turned to Rhys, who was trying to focus on the area around them. “You know there’s a bandit right behind ya, right?” Both [Name] and Rhys snapped their heads around to see no one there beside Vaughn. A laugh echoed from the hologram at their reaction. 

“Hahaha, I’m just screwing with you both. There’s no bandit behind you.” he said, calming down his laughter. “Because they’re in the alley to your left.” 

At that, two bandits emerged from the shadows, guns blazing aimlessly around the trio, giving them only seconds to find cover to avoid being filled with bullets. Diving behind an overturned car, [Name] looked around to see Rhys and Vaughn hiding behind a different car.

“What now, kitten?” [Name] ignored Jack’s question, her mind scrambling to come up with a plan that would not involved either getting shot or getting someone else shot. Her eyes locked with Rhy’, his stun baton in his hand and he pointed at it then at the two bandits. [Name] nodded, understanding her older brother’s plan. 

“Now, I do something stupid because of Rhys.” she said to the hologram before standing up and cupping her hand over her mouth. “Hey! Idiots!” As soon as she shouted that, she dropped down and quickly crawled towards the alley, hoping to use it to slip past them and reach Rhys and Vaughn. She crouched down at the mouth of the alley, watching as the two bandits repeatedly shot around the area. How many bullets could their guns hold?  

“Now what?” Jack questioned her, boredom painting his face. [Name] looked at him, 

“I don’t know. Can’t you do something?” she asked. jack rose a brow at her, 

“Like what? Walk over to them and chat with them? I’m a hologram.” As he ranted somewhat, [Name]’s eyes fell down to a gun tucked under the box beside her. How... convenient. 

A familiar scream caught her attention. She turned to see Rhys and Vaughn holding onto each other with the two bandits aiming their guns at them. Fear flooded her body, her hands rose up with the gun aiming at the bandits. Closing her eyes, she pulled the trigger.

Two loud bangs echoed around them before falling silent. [Name] creaked her eyes open to see the two bandits laying on the ground dead. 

“Oh my God. Oh my God, I just shot two bandits. Oh my God.” [Name] dropped the gun, eyes wide as she stared at the corpses. 

“Hahaha, did you see that?” Jack spoke through his laughter, making [Name] look at him. “Their brains splattered all over the walls! Hahaha!” The AI attempted to slap her back but resulted in his hand phasing through her body.

“You’re not too bad a shot either, kitten.” she glanced at him. Her mind processing what he just told her.  

She just killed two bandits. And was being congratulated for it. 

Why? Just why did her life have to be so damn complicated?

[ask--rhys]

I'm kinda in the mood to write some tftbl one shots or headcanons

Go ahead and give me a prompt whether it be an character x reader or character x character. I'll try my best to kick the dust out of my brain and come up with something.

[legendaryskeletonpicklewolf]

Hi! I enjoy your work and I was hoping if you could write a Handsome Jack x reader, make it fluff if possible. The reader’s close friend/family member passed away or was killed and Jack tries EVERYTHING to cheer them up. I hope you have a great day/great night!

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA!!also thank u for your submission 💗

Y/n was at work stocking shelves when she got a call from their mom they were suprized but answered the call "hey mom" "hey y/n...I have some bad news about your father" and that's when their blood went cold, their mother told them that their father had passed last night from a heart attack y/n was in shock their eyes started to tear up, the phone call went on for another hour before y/n hung up. They hung their head and cried y/n loved their father dearly they wiped their tears and finished their shift before heading home for the day.

(Time skip to y/n walking home)

They opened the door "I'm home!" Jack pokes his head around the corner before running up and hugging them "I missed u so much" He squeezes them tightly he kisses them softly on the cheek "it's nice to be home" y/n looked sad there was no denying it jack noticed this "you okay pumpkin your not acting like yourself?" Y/n walks into the bedroom..which leaves jack confused 'did I do something wrong?' He thought. Jack follows y/n to the bedroom "hey I was talk you, you kno-" they walk out of the bedroom into the kitchen it's like they were ignoring him..on purpose he grabs their hand "hey y/n I'm talking to you!" Y/n looks at him and starts to cry hugging onto him like a lifeline "he's gone jackie and I never got to say goodbye...I should have called more often" he's confused but he hugs them back "who are u talking about?" "My dad he died last night..my mom called me at work today she told me what happened"

He hated seeing them like this so he picked them up and carried them to the couch "I'm so sorry for your loss pumpkin...were u guys close?" They shake their head 'no' jack frowned he turned on the TV and put on their favorite movie y/n falls asleep in jacks arms he gets up and lays them down on the couch 'okay this is my chance' jack takes the keys to the house and leaves.. he's outside now it's so fresh so windy it's so free he hadn't been outside in a while he stands there for a moment before running off he stopped at a store close by he grabbed a basket and started to look around. He found a lamb plushie it looked cute y/n would love it, he got them some candy their favorites of course and then he passed by the bakery section and saw costumizable cakes and he had an idea.

Jack waited for the cake to be done they said it wouldn't take long, a lady comes out 30 minutes later and hands him the cake he says "thanks" and puts it in the cart. Jack got in one of the lines to pay and leave the puts the items on the counter "find everything u need today?" Asks the cashier "yep and a little more than I intend to" he chuckles. He pays scrounging up the money that he "borrowed" form people in the store and leaves walking back home and carefully opens the door to the apartment he shuts and locks the door quietly as possible and sets all the gifts down in the bedroom he places them all in a basket that he picked out for them. He walk out to the kitchen adding the details to the cake and leaving it on the counter for them to wake up to and putting the basket next to the cake before he went back to the couch and rested y/ns head in his lap again petting it softly.

A couple minutes later y/n wakes up looking up at jack "morning pumpkin..I guess more like good night? Idk it's night time now" "mm morning jackie" y/n kisses jack on the cheek he blushes slightly "oh I made dinner I made pasta jack grabs y/n hand and shoes them what he made "looks good huh? " "It looks actually delivered jack thank you" y/n smiles "oh and I got you this" jack show them the gifts and cake he got them y/n was taken back a little

"Wow jack w-wait what does the cake say"

(This is the cake he got y/n)

Y/n reads it "sorry about ur dead dad...huh well um alright...thank u" y/n looks over to jack "really thanks for the cake jack" "your not mad at me right...right y/n?" "No jackie I'm not mad let's eat some cake and dinner and go back to bed doesn't that sound nice?" kisses his cheek "that sounds perfect" "oh! Oh but I got u this too!" Jack shows them the basket ge made for them" they smile at hem "omg it's adorable I love the lamb so much thank u" "No problem hun I just wanted to make u smile" "where did u get all this from?" The room went silent

"Jackie....where fid u get the mobey for all this" " i um borrowed sone money from local strangers in the area im sure they wont mind" they shruge it off. Time passes y/n and jack finish their dinner and have some cake putting rest of it in the fridge they both got into their pjs and snuggled together "goodnight jack" "goodnight cupcake".....

@michaelstoast

[karasong]

re my multiple choice fic (rhys strongfork x reader) i have made a status page (on desktop) so that if you're interested you can look at it for updates on the fic itself! :)

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Claptrap (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: abandonment issues, mentions of violence + death, psychological manipulation, toxic mindset.

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Platonic:

Holding a conversation becomes even more of a challenge when Claptrap decides to interject himself into each one that does not involve him. Anytime Claptrap is hit by sarcasm, passive-aggressive behaviour or even a blatant insult, he tends to either feign ignorance or react to it as if it were a compliment.

He knows that it is not meant to be kind and will most likely cry about it later in private, but for as long as the conversation lasts, he pretends not to notice in the hope of making himself appear endearing.

No matter how much evidence there may be to the contrary, Claptrap is willfully blind to all of it and believes that he holds the power in the relationship. A common result of arguments with him is for Claptrap to threaten the silent treatment, which he fails to uphold within seconds of threatening it because he cannot stand the idea of being alone.

Claptrap is a chatterbox first and a worker robot second. If he is not stopped, he will prattle on and on about how much fun it would be to gallivant around Pandora together. He keeps pushing the idea no matter how many times it gets denied, and accepting it leads to Claptrap revealing that he has a freighter and hand-me-down gear from dead Vault Hunters waiting.

Claptrap is familiar with rejection, but that does not mean he will grow out of his tendency to cry every time it happens. He may cloak himself and start sobbing about how alone he is because he wrongly thinks no one can hear him then. Whether his tears are shed publicly or privately, Claptrap is quick to milk it if his sadness inspires guilt or pity.

He has a contingency plan if it does not, which involves surrounding himself with people who he perceives as ugly to make himself look better. Claptrap also rushes to the heads of confrontations that he helped create to paint himself as a noble hero, but he is just as likely to cower at the sight of an intimidating enemy and request protection.

Romantic:

After inviting himself to any adventures, Claptrap offers vocal support for acts of violence and other crimes as long as they are not committed against him. However, even if he is the target of some hostility, Claptrap is eager to delete it from his memory card because he prefers bad company to no company at all.

As a travelling companion, Claptrap refuses to be dismissed. He interrupts anything that sounds like a goodbye with random thoughts about his fight against stairs and how swank having a beard would be. When he is told to leave, Claptrap seemingly obeys but, in reality, hides behind the nearest corner or big rock.

He waits for a few minutes before returning with a bogus story about why he needs to be a part of the trip, and these lies range from suddenly remembering a personal connection with the mission to presenting a valuable item that he stole from a corpse. Trying to sneak away or dupe him only results in Claptrap returning faster than expected.

If someone new joins the team, Claptrap fills every moment of silence with his descriptions of past experiences as a way of flexing what he believes to be the stronger bond. He volunteers this unwanted addition for the most dangerous tasks available with the intent of getting them killed.

Assuming they survive, he gives constant reminders that he was here first in a thinly veiled plea to remain a two-member team. Claptrap says that any companion besides himself is a lost cause and should be left to rot if captured by bandits, and he advocates for running away together, eschewing rescuing others when they are swarmed by skags that he lured near.

If the new teammate deserts or dies, Claptrap is ready to don a party hat and celebrate their downfall until he catches himself mid-cheer and hurries to an unrelated topic. His ability to fake unhappiness is shoddy at best, and it will not be long before he comments on how great it is to be a duo again.

[nortonluv]

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