#whole head noogies

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

This is nice.

River is all about the whole head noogies today!

Just wanted to let you know that we'll be visiting with family for the holidays this year, so we'll be on a bit of a vacation.  I'll have a Christmas post for you and then we'll be back on January 1st.

[yandere-randomfandom]

HIIIIIIII I love your writing alot!!!! Soo, I wanna request something:3

Maybe a Yandere Stanford Pines x GN reader who only saw him as a close friend? They became friends when they were still in high-school up to this day! (Yes, reader did sort of wait 30 years for Ford and never forgot about him)

Maybe just Stanford obsessing over Reader romantically, and Reader just think him as the greatest best-friend ever!!

I LOVE ONE SIDED PINNING OKAY????

Yandere!Stanford Pines x GN!Reader

UM UH,,, IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ANON— and it's something I'm not even proud of 😭😭 made a mistake on starting your req, and now I got an entirely new idea in my head based on your concept 😭

context btw; reader doesn't know about weirdmaggedon or fake death or entire lore, they dont tell them anything uhhh idk anymore

You took the bus to Gravity Falls! Stanley reached out to you after decades of not having contact. It was a bit sudden, but there's no way you're going to ignore his call.

Stanley Pines was the first man you saw when the Mystery Shack's door opened. Wrinkly, exhausted widened eyes looked at you in silence. He looked unprepared... kind of crusty musty... and very unhygienic.

"You look disgusting! I'm gonna hug you anyway!" you beamed, pulling him in for a big hug. Unwillingly, a strong whiff of his scent hits your nose. "You stink too! You haven't changed a bit, Stanley."

"Glad to know ya missed me," he laughed, giving you an affectionate noogie.

When Stan finally let you go, you looked up to see Ford. He stood in front of you, speechless as he stared into your eyes.

"...Ford," you grinned, walking towards him. In curiosity, you placed your palms on both his cheeks. He seemed to relax with your touch. "You changed a lot."

Your eyes, while they've wrinkled, are as warm as the day he last saw them. He smiled back, his large hand covering one of yours. Your smile widened when you saw his fingers. "And you aged beautifully."

Poetic as always! A laugh bubbled up your throat as you wrapped your arms around him.

He quickly returned the gesture, burying his face into your neck. He missed this. He missed you.

Your warmth didn't change. Fascinating.

"I missed you, man! How come you're such a silver fox now? Good for you!"

"I still have no idea what a silver fox is," he chuckled, already longing for you the second you pulled away from him.

Ford merely stood there for a few moments before he grimaced. Damn it. He still likes you, doesn't he?

It's been more than thirty years already. He thought he would have moved on, especially after the whole weirdmaggedon thing. Why would Stanley ever get the idea of calling you back here??

All of you now sat at the table with you in between the Pines twins. Mabel wore an apron, sophisticatedly offering you tea. The sweetheart made the recipe herself!

"So, how have you been doing these days?" Ford asked, resting his cheek on his palm. Every passing second with you, he gets reminded more and more of why he used to like you.

You are, after all, the first and only person to not call him any sort of names because of his hands.

"Oh, I mean, I've been financially doing well, and it's been a bit difficult to settle down with a partner... but," you blushed. "I think I finally found the one."

Ford coughed out violently, pounding a fist against his chest. He really shouldn't be surprised. He really shouldn't! You're bound to have found someone!

Get a grip. Fourty. Years.

...He truly had missed out on this dimension for such a long time.

...

The sky is dark. Dipper told you about the roof spot at the shack, and now you're here, thinking about life.

"Dipper said you'd be here," a voice murmured. You looked up and saw Ford walking up to you. Chuckling, you offered him a non-alcoholic drink.

"How many days will you be staying here again?" Ford asked as he sat next to you, sparing a small space between.

"A week at most," you shrugged, kicking your legs at the edge. Ford simply stared at you.

"I guess it'll be forever before we see you again, huh?" he mumbled.

You turned to him with a smile. "Of course not. You guys are invited to my wedding."

... Wedding.

A small huff left your lips. "We're so old now. I still remember being in high school and grouping up with you and Stan when a trio was needed. Good times."

Ford continued staring at you.

"You guys were my best friends. Probably not now, I mean, been decades since we last talked. That reminds me, what made you call—"

Ford suddenly interrupted you with a hug.

"Woah, Fordsy, you miss me that much?" you laughed, hugging him back.

Don't call him that. His arms around you tightened.

You simply let him hug you.

It was such a long one.

And it only grew tighter by the second.

Like he never wanted to let you go again.

but his aim is getting better 🗣️

i love your idea so much btw, i too am a fan of one-sided pining.... the desperation yk.. I THINK I JUST SUCK AT WRITING FOR THAT WHAT 😟 (says the yandere blog)

[faded-euphoria]

ayo whats good hot stuff

you got any headcannons for a gen z reader with tf 141+graves an alejandro perhaps?👉👈

hell yea i do.

CoD men with a Gen Z reader on their team

Imma start this off by saying everyone is worried about your mental health.

Ghost finds some of your jokes funny and relatable

One time you had a nightmare and went to the "living room" of the base and Graves was awake, and he comforted you as awkwardly as any american dad would

You play pranks on everyone and Soap and Gaz joined in with you multiple times, it got so bad that you all made Price think he was passed out for 3 days

You once got emotional around Ghost and told him you loved him.

He stays away from you if you're sad now

On the other hand Soap is right by your side if you're sad, and he 100% knows how to take care of you

If you have a menstrual cycle Price keeps a pocket full of tampons in his gear💀

Alejandro thought you were 10 years older than what you actually are because of how tired you looked when he first met you

You made a joke about offing yourself once near Graves and he took you to his room and gave you an hour long talk about hows he's there for you and its not worth it

Speaking of Graves sends you texts from time to time asking if you need to vent about anything

Laswell keeps an eye out for your mental health too

One time Ghost caught you eating stale goldfish at 3am and promptly got you non-stale goldfish and water before taking the stale ones and eating them himself

If you ever say something too dark in a slightly serious tone the whole team silently agrees that someone has to be by your side at all times for at least a week

You called Price 'papa' once when you were tired and he went to his room and cried a little

But if you ever did that to Graves he'd feel like the proudest man and give you one of those weird half noogie half pat on the head things

Valeria asked Alejandro if you were actually one of 141's kid and he joked about you possibly being Prices but later that night after seeing you interact with Price he now thinks you are the guys kid

You definitely steal Ghost's clothes. More than likely you're smaller than him by a little bit so his clothes are slightly big on you or absolutely gigantic on you and he always feels something giddy inside him when he see you wearing something of his

Gaz made you laugh so hard one time you farted and Soap has never let you live that one down

Rudy saw you crying one time and just patted you on the back and said "Me too, Hermano/a"

they would all be collectively shocked if you can drive, even moreso if you can drive good.

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Endings and Beginnings - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Pregnancy, Second Person POV ("You"), No Physical Description about Reader

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.

A.N. Rooster is retired in this story and it's set a few years after TGM.

Edit: Part 2 is now out!

Master List

Maverick was officially retiring from the Navy. Or finally, depending on who you asked. The Hard Deck had been cleared out for the party and several generations of naval aviators, active and retired, and their families were spread out around the space. Drinks were poured continuously, there was pizza and snacks and even a cake with a Tomcat on it for later.

“Are you sure that you’re okay to be here?” Rooster asked you softly, grabbing your hand.

“I’m fine,” you assured your husband. “Just pregnant.”

“Very pregnant,” Hangman added, causing Rooster to glare over at him. Phoenix whacked Hangman on the arm your behalf, causing the blond to huff and complain. “What? It’s true!”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, squeezing Rooster’s hand. “I’ll sit down if I need to and there’s plenty of water and snacks that I can eat.” You released his hand and nudged him in the direction of Maverick, who was chatting with a few pilots his own age. “Go, mingle. Shoo. It’s a party. Party.”

“Only if you promise to let me know if you need to go home or to the hospital or—”

“—Rooster, I’m fine. The baby isn’t coming for another two weeks. Now, go. I think Mav’s been trying to subtly introduce you for an hour now.”

“Keep an eye on her for me,” Rooster told the others before heading over to Maverick.

The newly retired pilot was all smiles as he chatted with his old friends. But as soon as Maverick spotted Rooster walking over, he quickly moved to pull him over to the older crowd of pilots.

“She finally kicked you over here?” Maverick asked, referring to you.

“Apparently, I’m hovering too much,” Rooster joked with Mav.

“Well, it’s a perfect time to reintroduce yourself to everyone.”

Maverick gestured around the half-circle of former naval aviators. Slider, Hollywood, Wolfman, Chipper, Sundown, Merlin, and Viper all nodded to Rooster and Rooster shook their corresponding hands. It had been a long time since he saw any of them, what with the whole paper incident, but Slider still dragged him in for a noogie like he was eight-years-old.

“So, you were Maverick’s RIO in that whole business?” Merlin asked, referring to the mission.

Even though the mission was still highly classified three years later, the fact that Maverick and Rooster had barely made it out alive wasn’t. Well, that and word got around when an old smashed up Tomcat was unloaded off of a carrier.

“How was that?” Merlin continued.

“Most terrifying experience of my life,” Rooster responded, half-joking, half-serious.

“I understand completely,” Merlin mused, causing Maverick to smile and shake his head.

“That’s not why you turned in your wings, is it though?” Viper asked with a knowing expression.

“No, no,” Rooster replied immediately. “When I got married and my wife and I started to plan for having our family, I decided that I wanted to be there for every step. And I didn’t want her to worry about me coming home at the end of the day. So, I finished up my service requirements and retired.”

And, well, for a kid who lost his father to the Navy, Rooster’s reasoning didn’t raise a single eyebrow. Every naval aviator knew the risks involved in their line of work and while technological advancements helped decrease training accidents and fatalities, they were still always a possibility.

He wouldn’t—couldn’t—let his child learn about him from pictures, like he had to with his own father.

“And Maverick says that you’re switching to commercial?” Wolfman spoke up.

“Yeah, I have one more test to take and then I’m ready to fly, but I probably won’t start until we’re settled with our baby,” Rooster explained, nodding along.

“Your first one?” Viper guessed with an all-knowing smile.

“How could you tell?” Rooster inquired, earning a chuckle from the other fathers in the group.

 “You got that look in your eye.”

“Not too different from the rookies at flight school,” Hollywood added with an amused smile.

“It’ll pass eventually, but the first one always gets you jittery,”  

“Being a father is like learning how to fly—utterly terrifying at first, and there’s definitely a learning curve to it, but once you’re up there and you’ve leveled out, you won’t even remember what it was like before you learned in the first place.”

“I keep telling him to relax. He’ll be a natural,” Maverick spoke up, squeezing Rooster’s shoulder.

Rooster glanced through the crowd to check on you and found you sitting at one of the tables with your feet propped up on the opposite chair. You looked calm, but uncomfortable—though you’d told him that ‘nearly nine months pregnant’ and ‘comfortable’ did not go together no matter the situation.

“But speaking of, I should probably go check on my wife,” Rooster replied, his nerves and ‘Mother Hen’ tendencies, as Hangman called them, shining through.

“Of course.”

“Don’t let us keep you.”

“It was an honor to meet all of you again,” Rooster offered in goodbye, before checking on you.

The retired naval aviators watched him go and then turned to Maverick.

“God, he looks just like Goose,” Slider replied quietly.

“And with the mustache and the Hawaiian shirt too,” Wolfman agreed, sharing looks with the other retired naval aviators.

“Yeah, he does,” Maverick stated softly, watching Rooster weave through the party. “Just wait until you see him at a piano.”

Rooster slid through the crowd over to the back tables. You were still sitting with your feet propped up, a full glass of water in front of you, and your usual easygoing smile on your lips. Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman were keeping you company and spread out around you.

“You alright?” Rooster asked, walking to your side.

“I’m fine. Just wanted to sit down for a little bit. Baby Bradshaw seems a little excited about the party,” you stated, your hands resting over the swell of your bump. Rooster placed a hand under yours, where Baby Bradshaw tended to kick for the last few days. “How’s Mav doing?”

“I think he’s enjoying himself a lot. He hasn’t seen his old TOP GUN buddies in a while, so it’s nice for them to all come out to see him.”

“Well, Penny can be very convincing when she wants to be,” you mused with a smile.

Wordlessly you moved Rooster’s hand to the side, where the baby was pressing on you. Though you were growing tired of being pregnant, you didn’t think that you’d ever get tired of the way that Rooster just flipped a happy switch whenever he felt your baby.

“What are you all doing over here?” Rooster asked, turning back to the others.

“Actually, we’ve got a poll going about the baby,” Bob explained to Rooster.

“What are the votes?”

“I think it’s a girl,” Phoenix declared confidently.

“Which means that it’s a boy,” Hangman stated, just as confident.

“You only said that after you found out that Rooster and I think it’s a girl,” Phoenix retorted, causing Hangman to shrug his shoulders.

"So what?”

“I think that it’s a boy too,” you offered up. “The way that I’m carrying says that it’s a boy.”

“It’s not an exact science,” Rooster pointed out.

“No but call it mother’s intuition.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that.”

“God, you’re so whipped,” Hangman grunted, earning an elbow to the side from Phoenix.

Rooster and you ended up leaving the party among the first wave of people—mostly elderly and people with small children. But not before you received a whole bunch of random baby gifts from all of the people who missed your shower a month earlier.

“Do you want a hot bath when we get home?” Rooster offered, glancing over at you as he drove home.

“Maybe,” you sighed, shifting in your seat.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just uncomfortable. Nothing either of us can do for that.”

“You want more of that tea that Penny got you then?”

“Yeah, maybe that’ll help,” you murmured, leaning back in your seat. Your hands rubbed up and down your bump, trying to soothe yourself. “I think that Baby Bradshaw just got a little overexcited about meeting everyone all at once. But maybe some tea and a bath will help.”

“Coming right up,” Rooster assured you.

You pulled into the driveway and Rooster walked around to help you out. Usually, yo would just push his hand away and insist that you were more than capable of getting yourself out of the car, but this time you happily accepted his help.

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” Rooster asked worriedly.

“I’m fine,” you replied, pecking his cheek. “Just slow.”

Rooster walked with you to the front door, keeping a protective arm around your waist. You walked into the kitchen and Rooster instantly moved to heat up some hot water for your tea. You leaned on the countertop, just looking completely uncomfortable with your existence.

“I’ll grab the bags out of the car and then I’ll start your bath,” Rooster promised, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you.”

Rooster jogged down to the car and gathered whatever bags were sitting in the trunk. He left the go bag in the car, just in case, before heading back into the house. He wasn’t even completely through the door when he spotted you waddling towards the stairs.

“I’ll run your bath, babe, just sit and relax.”

“I’m not going to take a bath,” you called back, moving up the stairs slowly.

“You need help?”

“No, I just need to change.”

“Oh, okay,” Rooster replied, setting down the bags.

“Also, don’t walk through the kitchen yet,” you warned him, grunting a bit as you walked.

“Why?” Rooster asked, moving to stand at the bottom of the stairs.

“There’s amniotic fluid all over the floor and I haven’t gotten a chance to clean it up yet.”

“Amniotic . . .” Rooster trailed off before the realization hit him like 10 G’s all at once. “Babe!?”

Part 2

[loveshotzz]

Eddie: “Leave me alone” “Is that really what you want?” But make it spicy! If you want.

Anything for you my Danny Devito loving twin.

This kind of took a mind of it’s own 🫠

18 PLUS NO MINORS

Warnings: lots of smut, minors do not enter. Oral (f receiving) unprotected sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, sex in the Hellfire room. Annoying!boyfriend Eddie x fem!reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie had been getting on your nerves all day and you were starting to think he was doing it on purpose. All the little things that would get under your skin he was doing all of them.

It started in the morning, you’d stumbled out of his room half naked in a sleep filled daze. Shuffling to the bathroom, your brain wasn’t functioning enough to even think to check for the seat. Plopping down the shock of the cold water in the dirty toilet bowl hits your bare ass soaking the bottom of Eddie’s shirt you were wearing in the process. A deep rage starting to nestle in the pit of your stomach you begrudgingly hoist yourself up using the sink and tub on either side of you. Peeling off the shirt being extra careful not to get the water in your hair, you use the dry part to wipe yourself off. The urge to shower was enough for you to throw away the extra hour of sleep you desperately needed. Slamming the toilet seat down in a huff you know your explosion isn’t enough to wake the sleeping beauty from his comma.

At lunch Eddie was extra eccentric, purposely drawing attention to the table daring anyone to come pick a fight with him. Usually when he was in this kind of mood it didn’t really annoy you, but the lack of sleep and the way he laughed when you told him what had happened earlier this morning had put him on your shit list for the rest of the day.

Ignoring his dramatics when he climbed on top of the table to yell on his soap box, you did your best to bury yourself in Wurthering Heights. Something your boyfriend should be doing if he wanted to actually pass Miss O’Donnells this year, but instead he was yelling at Jason from across the cafeteria.

Plopping himself back down next to you, the metal legs of the chair scrape across the linoleum of the cafeteria floor in a way that makes your eye twitch.

“Shouldn’t you be doing your homework for next period?” Snapping your outburst is enough to get the whole tables attention.

“Trouble in paradise?” Gareth quirks an eye brow at the two of you.

“What? Absolutely not. My girls crazy about me, right?” Eddie’s big arm wraps around your neck pulling you roughly to his chest before knuckling the crown of your head in a noogie.

Slapping his arm in an attempt to get away from him, his hold only tightens. The vibration of his chest against your cheek chuckling loudly above you.

“Eddie let me fucking go!” Huffing angrily you muster all your strength to finally push your overpowering boyfriend away.

Fingers trying desperately to fix the mess he made on the top of your head the rage from earlier only growing.

The classroom was silent during the surprise pop quiz in Miss O’Donnells, Eddie in his usual spot behind you, the burning sensation of his stare hits the back of your head.

“Pssst, hey.” His whisper echos through the quiet classroom immediately catching the attention of his mortal enemy.

“Mr. Munson, eyes on your test.” She’s curt when she addresses him with a tone that says this is your one and only warning.

Raising his hands in defense he brings his focus back to the blank test in front of him. Tapping his pencil on the desk the noise makes your leg shake in irritation. The grip on your pencil hard enough to feel it bend in your grasp.

After a few minutes your able to tune him out, completely submersed in your essay of an answer. A light tug on the back of your hair breaks your focus. Rolling your eyes you pretend not to notice, a few seconds later you feel the eraser at the end of his pencil in your ear causing you to jump.

Turning around in your seat the look on your face is enough for Eddie’s smug smirk to change into a deer caught in headlights, quick.

“I swear to god Eddie if you don’t st-“

Miss O’Donnell doesn’t give you the chance to finish scolding your boyfriend before she’s cutting you off sending you both to the office with a failing grade on the test.

Giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the day, you dodge his kiss when you enter the Hellfire room. Full lips planting on your cheek instead of your mouth, he grabs your wrist as you try to brush passed him.

“Hey, don’t be like that.” His tone is softer then it had been all day. The guilt of making you both fail the test from earlier eating away at him. Your cold shoulder only making it worse.

Ripping yourself from his grasp, you decide to sit next to Mike tonight. No where near your usual spot next to Eddie. Your anger had hit the point of - if it wasn’t the end of the campaign you would have just walked home.

You pretend not to notice the way his eyes beg for your attention the entire game. The empty seat next to him shifting the mood of the whole room, making the rest of the boys feel awkward being stuck in the middle.

It’s almost comical how quickly everyone files out the moment it’s over despite their win over Eddie. The usual loitering and shit talking was dismissed with lack luster excuses of homework and other places to be leaving the two of you alone to clean up the mess.

Collecting all the papers strewn about the giant wooden table, you’re laser focused on pretending that he doesn’t exist, even when his eyes are glued to you.

“Come on baby, I know I fucked up.” His voice comes from right behind you, big hands gripping your hips to pull you against him.

Nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck he nips at the sensitive spot just below your ear. Ignoring the way it makes goosebumps dance over your skin, you do your best to try and crane your neck away from him.

“Don’t be like this, let me make it up to you princess.” Feeling his bulge press into your ass you knew he had to be worked up, touch starved from your lack of affection today.

Still silent you let him rut himself into without giving any reaction regardless of the slick starting to grow between your legs. With all of your anger taking center stage you didn’t realize how much you missed his hands on you until he had you pressed against the table.

Taking advantage of the fact you weren’t pushing him away, his hands leave their home on your hips to sneak their way up your shirt. Rough and calloused they trail up the softness of your stomach before stopping at the edge of your bra. Toying with the lace trim he hums in satisfaction before taking your earlobe into his hot mouth sucking gently, making your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“Eddie, leave me alone.” It’s not convincing when the demand feebly leaves your lips.

“Is that really what you want?” Releasing your earlobe with a loud pop he turns you around so your face to face with his onyx blown out eyes.

The grin that spreads over his face is nothing short of devilish when you don’t give him a response. Stubbornness winning you refuse to get lost in the darkness of his eyes. Peering up at the popcorn ceiling you try to keep yourself distracted.

Dropping to his knees, his hands skim down the length of your curves before settling at the top of your jeans. Fingers curling through your belt loops he gives you a gentle tug towards him to get your attention.

Trying to stay strong and ignore the way you can feel your heartbeat between your thighs, he pops the button of your jeans open and you finalliy break casting your eyes down to his.

“Let me show you how sorry I am baby.” Bottom lip jutting out, your boyfriend was literally begging on his knees for you.

“You’re making it awfully hard for me to stay mad at you like this Munson.” With an exasperated sigh you reach down smoothing a thumb over the soft planes of his cheek bone.

Your favorite dimple filled smile takes over the pout on his face before he pulls at your zipper not giving you a second chance to change your mind. Hands gripping his broad shoulders for balance he tugs the denim down your legs pulling them over your converse.

“You’re not gonna take off my shoes?” Giggling as he nips at the meat of the inside of your thighs, he looks up at you from under the hood of his thick lashes.

“I’m about to fuck your brains out on school property, I need you to be able to make a quick escape if need be.” Tapping his fingers on your shoes to make a point, he brings his hands to the back of your thighs gripping hard as he stands up to take you with him.

Feeling weightless until your ass hits the rough wood of the table he slots himself between your legs. The new angle has him looking down at you, power dynamic shifting in the room.

Thumb and forefinger grip the bottom of your chin bringing your eyes to meet his.

“You haven’t kissed me all day you know that?” He mumbles chocolate orbs focusing their attention to your parted lips.

“You haven’t deserved it.” You shoot back with a sneer remembering all of the days incidents.

Scoffing he pulls your bottom lip down with the pad of his thumb before leaning to capture your mouth with his. Languid and slow his lips move against yours without any urgency, relishing in the feeling of having you close again he was in no rush for this to end. Swiping his tongue against your bottom lip the taste of your strawberry lip gloss makes his jeans tighten even more.

Wrapping your legs around his waist the heels of your feet push him closer, the hard on hidden underneath the denim rubbing against the bundle of nerves tucked behind the wet patch in your underwear. Greedy hands find there way up his shirt, finger nails scraping against the rough patch of hair that lined his stomach. Pulling away he sucks your bottom lips before letting it go with a scrape of his teeth.

“For someone who’s mad at me you seem awfully eager.” The smugness in his voice is almost enough for you to push him away until his lips make their way down your jaw. Nipping at the length of your neck he sucks on your most sensitive spots before dropping back down to his knees in front of you.

Warm hands cover your kneecaps gently pushing them apart. Face to face with your arousal his tongue darts out across his lips like a man starved.

“Baby, she needs me. Look at her, she’s practically crying for me to make her cum.” His words only add the to the pooling in your underwear as he watches the wet patch grow from his words.

Your hands find their home back on his shoulders when he pushes his face against your covered cunt. Inhaling deeply he rubs his nose against the bundle of nerves that’s screaming for his attention.

“F-fuck Eddie.” His name comes out in a broken whimper as his tongue pushes out running a long stripe up your entrance.

Hands leaving his shoulders to plant on the table, you lift your hips up slightly so he can pull the offending fabric away from the view he so desperately craved.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re dripping on the table.” Voice cracking a growl rips from his chest before he buries his face in your pussy without warning.

Groaning when the taste of you hits his tongue, he laps up your juices with an eager mouth before wrapping his plump lips around your clit, sucking it hard enough for you to yelp and close your legs on him.

Grumbling under his breath strong hands wrap themselves around your trembling thighs pulling you even closer to his torturing mouth leaving you with no escape.

“Jesus Christ.” You moan throwing yourself back on the table completely succumbing to the way his mouth is working every inch of you.

Bringing his attention to your fluttering hole his nose brushes against your clit with every thrust of his tongue. Animalistic noises rumble from his chest as he devours you, the vibration going straight to your core.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna.” When he adds a thick finger with the motions of his tongue the gasp that leaves your mouth cuts off any coherent sentence you might be able to form.

Adding a second finger he pulls his mouth away from your dripping cunt, your slick coating the bottom half of his face as he looks up at you with an almost feral look in his eyes,

“I’m gonna what pretty girl? Can’t use your words?” If it wasn’t for the blown out look in his eyes the cockiness of his tone would make you think he wasn’t just as effected by this.

Mouth going slack when he curls his fingers up hitting that spongy spot inside of you he knows you can’t answer him when you feel this good.

“If you can’t say it baby, I’m afraid I can’t keep going.” Slowing the motions of his fingers, your brain starts to clear from the fog it was in as the orgasm you were chasing slowly starts to disappear. Finally able to catch your breath you look down at him from between your legs with a hard glare set on your face.

“I thought you were trying to show me how sorry you were asshole.”

Throwing his head back his laugh bounces off the walls in the empty room.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure you cum more then once.” Before you can come up with a witty response to throw his way his mouth is buried in your folds again with even more intensity than before.

Words lost at the tip of your tongue your head falls back onto the table again, the orgasm you thought you lost coming back with every stroke of his tongue.

“Please, please, please don’t stop.” Begging for mercy you can feel his lips turn up in a grin from around you clit.

Adding a third finger a silent scream leaves your mouth as your toes curl with his fingers. Papers flying off the table your hands search frantically for something to keep you grounded when the coil inside you finally snaps.

Latching onto his thick curls your thighs close around his head when your body starts to convulse around him, your hole fluttering around his fingers. His name leaving your lips like it was the only word in your vocabulary stroking his ego even more as he laps up everything you give him with a hungry tongue.

Fingers loosening their death grip on his hair you give his forehead a gentle push, his kitten licks quickly becoming over stimulating. With one last hard suck on your clit he rears his head back with a Cheshire smile.

“Still mad at me?”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t fight the laugh that escapes your throat.

“You’re a dick you know that?” Running a tired hand over your face you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him.

The bottom half of his face glistening with your release, his hair is even more unruly from the work of your hands. The sight is almost enough to forget how annoyed you were with the handsome boy in front of you.

Pushing yourself up so you were sitting on the edge of the table, he uses your knees as leverage to pick himself up off the floor, towering over you once again. Tugging at his shirt you pull him closer craning your neck up to capture his lips coated with your juices. Moaning lowly when your tongue swipes against his full bottom lip, you use the opportunity to taste yourself on his tongue.

Making quick work of his pants, desperate hands shove the denim with his boxers down his thighs releasing his hard length. Mushroom top angry and red, you knew he wasn’t going to last long once he got to fuck you. Wrapping your fingers around him you can feel just how turned on he is, the weight of it felt in the soft palm of your hand. Thumb swiping over the tip collecting the precum that was leaking from the slit, you suck his bottom lip between your teeth as you start pumping him with a flick of your wrist.

Sweaty forehead pressed to yours a breathy “fuck” leaves his mouth when you squeeze him at the base.

“If you don’t let me fuck you now, I’m gonna cum right in your hand sweetheart.” Your sly smirk makes him chuckle as your movements get faster at his warning. Shaking his head, a strong hand grips the sides of your face pushing your cheeks together to stop you.

“If we’re fucking in here I’m bending you over this table.” The sternness of his tone sends a fresh wave of arousal between your legs adding to what was already coating the inside of your thighs. All you can do is nod in between his strong fingers. His hand leaves your chin at your compliance and it joins his other on your hips to help you down.

Standing on wobbling legs his hands hover over you until he feels like you can hold yourself up with out him, body still recovering from his unrelenting tongue. Your hands run over his chest making his hellfire shirt ride up under your finger tips. Cocking his head slightly he smirks down at you, grabbing your chin one more time to collect your lips.

“Now be a good girl and turn around for your dungeon master baby.” Snorting at him referring to himself as dungeon master he rolls his eyes at you, before turning you around to face the table.

The metal of his rings make contact with your skin when his hand comes down hard on your ass. Yelping your hands shoot out in front of you.

“Eddie!” Gasping you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

“What? You don’t like it?” Cocking his eye brow at you, he knew the answer already. Seeing just how much you liked it from between you legs.

When you don’t give him a response he chuckles with a “I thought so” under his breath before pushing down on the small of your back bending you completely over the table.

Grabbing the base of his cock he crowds behind you, with one hand on your hip he swipes the tip against your wet folds hissing when you juices cover the head mixing with his own.

“So fucking wet.” He groans before lining himself up with your tight entrance. Pushing in slowly the stretch is enough to have you a whimpering mess underneath him. Fists clenching at nothing when he bottoms out inside of you.

Stilling he lets you adjust to his size before he pulls himself almost completely out before slamming back into you. The force of his thrust making your hip bones connect with the wood of the table.

“Eddie - fuck!” Moaning loudly, the feeling of him filling you up distracts you from the bruises you’re sure are going to form from the impact.

“God, you feel so good.” With another hand to your ass, the contact makes you jolt against him meeting his thrusts by accident.

The sound of skin hitting skin is the only thing that fills the empty drama room. The legs of the table scraping across the floor with every push of his hips. Snaking his hand around you, his fingers find your clit again rubbing harsh circles over the over stimulated bud. 

“You’re gonna make- I’m gonna, I’m cumming!”Your second orgasm feels like it comes out of nowhere, hitting your body harder then the first. Seeing white behind your tightly shut eyes you feel him shudder on top of you.

“Shit, she’s sucking me in sweetheart, I’m gonna cum too - oh, oh fuck” groaning loud enough to get caught you feel his cock twitch before spilling himself deep inside of you. Your gummy walls milking him for every last drop as the last of your own orgasm rakes through your body.

The tension in the room from before gone, Eddie rests his body on top of yours completely spent while the both of you try and catch your breath.

“So, this means you forgive me right?” He mumbles into your back

“I’d say that’s safe to assume.” You laugh cheek pressed against the table with your hands laid out in front of you.

The knock on the classroom door snaps you both back to reality. Miss O’Donnell’s voice like nails to a chalk board on the other side.

“This is why I told you to keep your shoes on.”

@munsonology @munsonmunster

[agentmaxa]

Late to the Game (Uswnt x Reader)

Not Requested

Sorry for any mistake, please enjoy.

"Kelley I swear if you don't-

"Sorry Y/n, I can't hear you from all the way down there."

Kelley teased the youngest player of the national team by resting herself on Y/n while propping herself up.

The 17-year-old let out a huff, as the teammates around them laughed at Kelley's antics. Only a handful of them had seen the look in Y/n's eyes that told them this was about to take a turn.

Taking a large step to the side Y/n caused Kelley to fight gravity which was a losing battle.

O'Hara basically face-planted it on the turf and everyone burst out laughing.

Y/n chucked along as Kelley got up.

"You think that's funny?" Kelley teased.

Y/n replied, "Absolutely hilarious."

Causing O'Hara to purse Y/n while shouting, "Get back here shortstack!"

-----

Y/n went to get a ball from off the sidelines, picking it up in hopes of doing a few tricks to pass the time during a small break in practice.

Until O'Hara bumped into Y/n by accident. "Oh, sorry L/n-"

"It's fine-"

"Guess I just didn't see you from all the way down there."

"It's one freaking inch," Y/n said exasperated, over the fact that Kelley kept pointing it out.

Kelley chucked to herself, "That's what she said."

On any other day, Y/n would have found that humorous as well.

But not today.

"That's it!"

Y/n tackled Kelley to the ground, putting her in a headlock, and attempting to give Kelley a noogie.

They tossed with each other for a few minutes gaining the attention of most of the team.

"Hey look, they're starting a new line of mini WWE Wrestlers for the national team."

Sam and Sonnett joked as they saw Y/n and O'Hara's roughhousing had turned into a little bit of a wrestling match.

Unfortunately, for them, Kelley and Y/n had also heard the comment.

Partially out of breath, Y/n looked at Kelley, "Truce?"

"Truce."

The two grinned and Sonnett and Sam soon realized their mistake.

"Nonononon- wait!"

Nothing was stopping Kelley as she tackled Sonnett to the ground while Y/n pursued Sam.

Chasing her, Y/n gained enough speed to leap onto Sam's back dragging her down to the ground the two laughing as they stayed there for a little.

Only interrupted by the whistle calling the whole team to circle up.

Y/n and Sam got up but saw Kelley had sat on Sonnett's back keeping the woman down.

"O'Hara, I'm warning you."

"I'd like to see you- AAAHH!"

Kelley tried to grasp onto something but Sonnett managed to throw Kelley off and get up.

"How's it feel being down there for a change?" Y/n teased.

"Pretty nice actually, maybe move to the left a bit. You're not blocking the sun enough, mini."

-----

Getting ready to leave for the plane, Y was packing some final things.

"Ready to leave already squirt?"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Y/n turned to O'Hara.

"Almost."

"I'm still not sure how you're okay with this."

"Do I have a choice?"

Kelley shrugged her shoulders.

Y/n wasn't going to the World Cup. Reason being there were more players with more caps under them to choose from. Y/n had done the camps and games but just didn't make the cut.

"I mean I know it's not the worst thing possible for you but just saying you've proved your spot more than enough."

"Let's be real here Kels you just need me so you have a headrest."

"That too."

"Just don't lose too badly out there."

Kelley dawning a hurt expression, "I see how it is."

The woman took Y/n by surprise, taking them both down, and roughhousing ended in fits of laughter.

-----

Y/n was woken by the blaring alarm, "Nnnnooooo."

As tempting as the snooze button was Y/n knew being late wasn't an option.

Gathering some belonging and packed luggage Y/n heard a familiar voice from just beyond the bedroom door.

"Sweetheart you up?"

"Yeah, I'll be downstairs in a few Dad."

Getting everything ready, Y/n left a few things by the front door and headed into the kitchen to see Dad and Papa.

"Ready for another camp, sprout?"

"Yeah, although I do wish you'd stop calling me that. The sprouting has stopped in case you haven't noticed."

"And did I ever say anything when you called me Pop-pop?"

Y/n laughed, "I haven't called you that since I was like eight."

"Your point?"

Y/n let out a chuckle, "Okay Pop-pop. I need to get going, don't want to miss my flight."

"Wait, I packed you a small snack."

"Dad small or normal people small?"

Y/n teased Dad knowing sometimes he over-packed.

"Har-har. I just want you to have options."

"Love you too, old man." Y/n kissed his temple as he drank his coffee grabbing the bag that had the 'snack' in it.

Y/n looked down a little as Papa could kiss the top of Y/n's head.

Hurrying out of the house Y/n heard one of them say, "Call us when you land!"

"Always do!"

-----

Y/n walked into the hotel lobby, not seeing anyone else yet Y/n just checked in with the receptionist.

Heading up to the room, Y/n double-checked for any messages left by the team.

Hearing the elevator open to the room floor Y/n walked out and then did a final check on messages from anyone and saw one from Ash.

'Do you have a tall twin by chance?'

Not even replying Y/n looked to the elevator to see Ash and Ali already trying to figure out who just walked past them.

"Hey, guys."

"Bubs?!"

Ali and Ash both said the nickname they personally had for Y/n, shocked that this was the same person.

"A few inches taller but yeah."

Ash, without warning, ran towards Y/n, clinging to Y/n like a koala to a tree.

"No growing up anymore!"

Y/n lightheartedly chuckled, thinking about how Dad and Papa nearly had the same reaction when noticing the very late and sudden growth spurt.

"Don't worry, I think this is as tall as I go."

Y/n put Ash down. Ali was looking at Ash and Y/n with a smile, noticing Y/n must've only been an inch or two taller than Ash.

"It better be." Ash acknowledged that Y/n was the tallest out of the three.

"Alright, come here bubs." Y/n smiled at Ali, not used to leaning down while hugging the majority of the team.

"It's good to see you guys again."

"I didn't know Sam was here." The three heard Crystal's voice, the hug ending.

Y/n turned around, "Hey Dunn."

The woman just put a hand on her hip, "Well if this isn't a surprise."

"Believe me, I'm still getting used to it myself."

"I'm gonna miss my short buddy."

"I mean I'm pretty sure that just means I give better piggybacks."

-----

Giggling and laughter were heard through the hallway to the cafeteria.

Everyone turned to see who was making the commotion.

Suddenly Y/n came through the doorway with Dunn piggybacking. Both laughed at the situation.

Nearly every person froze. Not seeing Y/n since the last camp before the World Cup.

Dunn got off of Y/n's back, giving the young player a pat between the shoulder blades.

"Shortstack?!"

"Hey, Kels," Y/n said nervously as Kelley's jaw went slack.

"You're.... you're..."

"Tower of Power 2.o?"

As Kelley continued to fumble Sam walked up to Y/n, "Damn, yeah. Welcome to tall people club."

Sam smiled seeing Y/n was still around an inch shorter than her.

While everyone went back to what they were doing before the chaos, Sam and Y/n sat together with Kelley, Sonnett, and a few others.

"Hitting your head a lot?" Sam inquired.

"Not as much, mainly when I just don't think about it."

"Don't worry, you'll learn to auto-duck."

Y/n chuckled, "I think I'll just miss the lost bed space. My bed feels so small now."

Sam nodded in solace.

"The price we pay."

"Were you bitten by a radioactive spider?"

The whole table kind of froze and slowly turned to Kelley.

"Not that I recall?" Y/n answered a little confused

"I'll find out soon enough."

"You wanna tango with my extra muscle, O'Hara?"

While not the most notable change in Y/n, the growth spurt caused Y/n to eat more and in turn, needed to work off more food. It also meant more time in the gym to work out some muscles.

Kelley thinking Y/n just meant the height difference mumbled, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

Y/n shrugged the woman off.

"Well, none of that matters because now I get to ride all the grown-up rides!"

The enthusiasm caused the room to erupt in laughter.

[littlenahsstuff]

Catch me if I Fall

Chloe Charming x Red x Pan!Reader

Requested by @carcarrose2020

Synopsis: your dad Peter Pan visits you on family and friends day. It embarrasses you and leaves you at the mercy of cruel teenagers, but your girlfriends are here to help.

Warnings: not proofread, the tiniest mention of death, anxiety, fear of heights. Angst. Peter sucks as a dad.

Word count: 2.8k

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Your life was so great, you had the best girlfriends in the world, your grades were pretty good despite your head constantly being elsewhere and you were happy! That is until the other kids found out you were Peter Pans daughter. You loved your dad, but he was too goofy and blunt at times.

It all went to hell on Family and Friends day. Your dad was fashionably late to it, which put you in a sour mood. For the majority of the day you stood in the corner watching Red and Chloe catch up with their families. All you had was your shadow, who was just as sad as you were. Several people kept looking at you weird, making you debate whether or not you should just leave.

Before you could, a thin green blur came hurdling down from out of nowhere, landing directly on one of the snack tables. He landed on his feet but ended up kicking off everything in a big crash. He whips his head around in search of you. His hat slips a little in doing so.

Once he reaches you his eyes light up. “There’s my little lost girl!” He yells. You feel your palms grow sweaty from all of the attention that now fell on you. He hops off of the table and runs to you, giving you a noogie on your head.

“D-dad you’re messing up my hair!” You whisper shrilly. He just laughs. He steps away with an exaggerated frown.

“What? Not even a hello first? Oh well, I’m happy to finally see you” he says. You grit your teeth a little.

“Well you could have responded to my letters…” you sigh, he hates reading.

“Oh those were from you! I thought it was just a report card, you know I don’t care about any of that boring stuff.” Even though it wasn’t your fault, he manages to make you feel that way a little bit. Maybe if you put a smiley face he’d be more inclined to open it.

“Yeah, just- it’s not like you’d get a report card every week.” You cross your arms and slump a little. “And I know you don’t care about stuff that involves effort, but all A’s and B’s is pretty good.” He’d be more proud of you did a stupid magic trick. His shadow gives you a thumbs up, making you crack a little smile. “Thanks Shadow.”

He pretends to think for a moment, “Well, next time I get a letter, I’ll open it. After I’m done reading we can recycle it into drawing paper!” He starts bouncing. You feel a deep rage pool in your stomach.

“Dad you aren’t supposed to do that,” you object. He huffs and holds up his pointer finger.

“Come on, I’m not supposed to fly but I do that anyway. You should try it you know? It’s fun.”

“No dad, no flying.” You say, this is like the third time you’ve had to tell him, he knows you’re afraid of heights.

“Anyways I gotta go soon, but shadow here was so excited to see you I had to let him!” His shadow waves shyly. Sometimes you liked him better than your own dad.

You wave back but stop as your eyes widen.

“B-but you just got here!” You say. He smiles awkwardly in response.

“Y-yeah, sorry about that, I promised the boys that I would play hide and go seek, you know how it is on neverland…” he excuses weakly. You scoff.

“Dad, you cannot be serious-“

“Usually never,” he interrupts, “but this place is no fun so I better get going.” He scratches his chin. “But I’ll read your letters.” He agrees. You know he feels bad but he shouldn’t be choosing that over seeing you anyways.

Well thanks but-

Bye!” He gives you a quick hug and just like that, flies away. His shadow tries to stay but gets pulled up with him. Now that he’s gone you can see everyone looking at you still and just book it. The whole thing was humiliating. You know not growing up is his thing but every second is a painful reminder you will never be his priority because taking care of you is no fun.

You find your way to your shared dorm, just deciding to sleep away the rest of the day. When your girlfriends get back to the room they get worried. They had no idea your dad was so… young and foolish. They come in to see you asleep.

“Red, we should let her sleep,” Chloe says. Red reluctantly agrees.

“Fine, but tomorrow we should make sure she’s okay. Her dad acted like he wanted nothing to do with her. Which, doesn’t make sense!” Red’s fist clench. She wanted to go and talk to you but even now that her mom is nice, Bridget still had a very possessive nature.

“I agree but please keep it down, she probably wants to sleep anyways.” Chloe gives Red a pat on the back. Red frowns.

“Come to think of it he came like really late, it felt like we were with our families for hours before he showed up and then he said like two things and left.” Red crosses her arms.

“She never mentioned him being like that, like we knew he was her dad but I didn’t know he was still doing that boy wonder act. He should be well into his fifties by now and he acted like he was six,” Chloe adds, pacing.

“He looked like he was 20 though, so he’s older than he was in the stories about him but still. Y/n’a like 19, they’re already pretty much the same age physically.” Red scrunches her face.

“I guess that makes more sense why she’s always seemed to act older. If I had a dad like that I wouldn’t want to be so careless either, she probably had to parent herself” Chloe and Red start connecting the dots.

“Well, let’s keep an eye on that I guess,” Red sighs and starts making her way to her bed.

“Yeah, for sure.” Chloe nods and starts putting her hair up in a bonnet and takes her makeup off. Stopping Red she says, “Y/n might already be asleep but you’re not missy. Take off your makeup before you are.”

“Ugh fine.”

*****

The next morning, when both Chloe and Red wake up, you are nowhere to be found. You weren’t in the bathroom getting ready, you weren’t at breakfast… Chloe and Red were getting nervous. The only thing that calmed them down was when they noticed you took your homework that was originally on your desk, meaning you’d be in class later.

Until then, you roamed the halls trying to get your dad off of your mind. He was more like a brother if anything. Right now would have been a great rock kicking moment but you were inside. You know it wasn’t a good idea avoiding Red and Chloe… you’d see them in your castle-economics class later anyways. It’s not like you were royalty but you took it so you could be with them.

You pause when you hear a snicker and look up. There was a group of kids pointing and whispering at you.

“I can see you, you know that right?” You raise an eyebrow.

One of them replies, “Oh we know.” They weren’t anyone important, some snooty royal kids. They weren’t even the popular ones.

“Hey, what’s it like having a squirrel raise you? You must be pretty nutty!” They all burst out in laughter. While you love a good pun that was cruel.

“I’m just- I’m gonna go” you start walking and another yells,

“Here we go! Make sure you hold onto your pixie dust, lost girl!” You say loudly,

“I don’t even have any.” You start walking a little quicker.

Thankfully none of them are in your castle-economics class which is next. But… Chloe and Red are so you’ve got another thing to deal with.

You walk in and pick a seat in the farther back, not too many kids are there. As they trickle in one by one you get more nervous to see your girlfriends walk in.

“There you are!” Chloe gasps, yanking Reds hand to sit next to you. You swear you hear someone say-

“Ooh trouble in Neverland.”

“Hey guys,” you smile, “sorry I wasn’t there this morning. I was taking a little walk.” The pit already in your stomach starts to grow.

“Yeah…” Red gives you a suspicious look.

Chloe just looks worried, her head tilting a little. “Did you eat?” You shake your head.

“No, but I’m not that hungry either.”

“Alright class, pipe down! Today we’re going over budgeting for a ball. I trust you have your homework, please pass it up.” Your teacher, Mother Goose asks. You give the person in front of you your homework and they do so too. But right after they turn back to you.

“I’m surprised you even know what a ball is, where you live they play on stick banjos and logs.” They whisper, snicker, and turn around. You just look down, not wanting to see your girlfriends’ reactions to the dig.

“Hey asshole-“ you hear besides you, it’s obviously Red. You grab her hand underneath the desk and look her in the eyes in a silent plea for her to stop.

“Quiet all of you, now onto today’s lesson…”

Eventually class ends, despite you barely retaining anything it seemed to go on forever. You slowly get up and walk out with your girlfriends. Before you can walk too far away Red grabs your shoulder and turns you back around.

“Hi there-“ you squeak.

Chloe looks at you very worried, “are you alright? We saw what happened yesterday-“

“Yeah everyone did!” You snap, quickly after, you take a deep breath and apologize.

“It’s alright we can tell something is up. Have a lot of people been saying things like what Laury said in class?” She asks. You shake your head no nervously.

“That’s bull babe, come on, tell us” Red puts a hand on your shoulder. You look away.

“Just like a few things so far, it’s no big deal. Can we please talk about this later? I have to get to my next class, I don’t like being late.” You mumble the last part.

“It is a big deal but yes, you can go, we’re walking you there!” Chloe objects, you actually break a smile.

“Thanks.”

The walk there is a little silent but with a farewell you won’t have to face them till after school.

*****

It’s finally the end of the school day, you just have to put something in your locker before you can relax in your girlfriends’ lovely arms. You put the last book in when someone behind you says your name. You turn around.

“Yes?” You question, the person happens to be one of the meaner kids at the school. They are giving you a wicked grin that causes a twist in your stomach.

“I heard you’ve never flown like your dad before, figured I’d help out!” They yell and before you can register it, they blow a fistful of pixie dust on you. You think you’re okay for a second because if you don’t believe you don’t fly. The notion is immediately turned down by the bully and the fact you are starting to float.

“Oh and uh, this stuff has certain buffs to really make sure it helps.” You rise higher and higher till you’re about 8 feet off the ground. Your stomach goes into a fluttery sick kind of feeling and you get dizzy with fear. You let out a little shriek.

“S-somebody please, please get me down.” Your feet dangle back and forth- while you thank god you don’t go any higher, you feel like fainting more with every second. A bunch of thoughts of falling and twisting or breaking something and even the question could you die runs through your head.

“Please!” You gasp. A few people start laughing at you and you start shaking more. Why is no one helping me?

You’re so frozen with fear you don’t see your girlfriends’ come see what the commotion was about. Before you can see them, you feel yourself start to become heavy. The dust wears off completely right after and you plummet with a scream. As it feels like time slows down, you close your eyes and embrace as much as you can from impact. Instead, you feel strong arms catch you. You’re still in shock until your name is said by Red who stands next to you in Chloe’s arms.

You carefully peel an eye open, “I-I’m safe.” You say in disbelief. “You saved me.” You blush as you look around and see everyone go quiet, they clearly didn’t know you would just fall like that. Red turns at them angrily.

“Scram!” She yells and everyone awkwardly scatters, the culprit among them.

“Are you okay!” Chloe frets, setting you down gently and checking you over.

“I-I guess, I- I’m terrified of heights, can’t stand them,” you admit. So badly does Red want to say duh, but she holds it back.

“Yeah, that’s understandable, and even someone who wasn’t afraid of heights would be scared in that situation babe,” she says instead, speaking with her hands a little. You exhale and try and mentally regulate.

“Yeah, um, can we please go back to our dorm,” softly ask. Both of them nod vigorously and rap an arm each around you. You get there, just barely holding back a sob that unleashes once inside. You turn around and bury your head in their shoulders and hug them. Red is a little shocked but pats your head. Chloe rubbs your back and coos.

She sighs into your hair and softly says, “It’s okay baby, let it all out.” Red nods.

She tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and continues petting your hair. “We’re here for you.” The two glance at one another, not actually saying anything till the sobs subsided.

“Do you wanna talk about it baby?” Chloe asks, pulling away to look into your eyes.

Your voice is sniffly; “no… but it would be good for me.” They don’t say anything to signal that you have the floor if you want it.

“I- I don’t really get along with my dad that well and he’s a lot, as you now know. I just feel like he’ll love me regardless but I’ll never come first. And I just wish he’d grow up instead of embarrass me acting like a child. And I can’t fly with him because of my fears, it makes it hard to bond. And I guess everyone just likes making fun of the fact I’m basically the same age as my dad or that I’m some kid from some random island.” You take a deep breath. A weight was taken off your chest, you’ve never really voiced any of your troubles to anyone. They hold your hands.

“Oh Princess, that must be so hard. I get being ashamed of your parents, my mom used to be awful. But I’m here for you, Chloe too. We just want you happy and we can make sure other people don’t mess with you.” Red replies, trying to connect with you. All she wants is to see a smile be put back in your face, a good one.

Chloe nods. “Yeah sweets, we’ll make sure they don’t. And you can talk to us about this anytime you need to get something off your chest. Wanna watch a movie and cuddle?” She puts a hand on your cheek and you melt into it. Your heart flutters.

“Thank you both, you do know how to make me feel better.” You manage a smile. “And I would love nothing more than to do that.”

Red smirks and leads you to the bed, making sure you’re all cozy before dragging Chloe in too.

“I think a comedy is a good theme for tonight!” Chloe suggests, to which you give a hum of approval.

“As long as it doesn’t have anything to do with flying or heights in general” you say, but you’re still happy.

“Can do!” Chloe selects a comedy all three of you had mentioned wanting to watch. It was a romantic comedy too.

Red puts her hand on Chloe’s arm quickly. “Before you click play Chloe there’s something we should do.”

She smiles at you before capturing you in a kiss and a bunch of pecks. Chloe clears her throat, causing Red to stop and look up. She takes the opportunity to kiss you deeply too. You smile into the kisses. Everything’s gonna be alright after all.

[ssspace-cadet]

the 141 would be amazing caregivers! here are my headcanons 💕

i have an itty bitty hunch that gaz would be THE man for snacks. like the guy. he’s loaded with candy and chips and drinks, so if you ever get hungry he’s got you! he’s like a chill older brother, ruffles your hair, and calls you sweet names but can be just as sassy as you can get. i think he also likes to take you out on walks early in the morning. he’ll show you plants and birds and bugs and other stuff outside and let you explore. he would also be the designated boo-boo fixer-upper. he’ll hold your hands and count breaths, put a little fun bandaid on your owie and kiss it all better.

soap would be an older brother too, but not as chill. he’ll play fight and wrestle with you on the ground, letting you chomp on his arms when your paci isn’t enough. he 100% squishes your face between his bicep, making fun of you and going “aww wee little thing making pouty lips at me?“ and then he calls you his ducky! he’s a little quicker to get irritated than the rest, but he always tries his best to keep his cool. whenever you have a lot of energy to spare, he’ll run around and chase you, picking you up over his shoulder and tickling you.

ghost would be the chillest out of the whole team. when you first tell him about your regression, he’s a little confused but seems to get the main idea. just treat you like a little kid, aye? so he’ll give you noogies when you lay your head in his lap while watching tv. he’ll also just be with you? less of a talking relationship, more just being in the same place together and being comfy. he’s the one you come to when things are loud and too much. he’ll color with you, sit beside you as you eat, be that other presence in the room to ground you so you know you’re not alone.

price is the dad. if one of the boys gets a little too rough or says something a little too mean, or if you just had a bad day, he’ll pick you up in his arms and just hold you, pressing your head to his chest. he’ll rub the back of your hands with his thumb. if he takes you out for errands like the grocery store, he’ll show you things and explain them to you, adding in little jokes to make you laugh. he is on top of the weather, like that man will always make sure you’re wearing a coat when it’s cold or a hat when it’s sunny. during the summers he’s got you covered in sunscreen with your water bottle in your hands before you go out and play, and in the winters he’s tying the laces of your snow boots and zipping your jacket, kiss to your temple before he gets started on making some hot cocoa.

[nwjws]

10 months (TEASER) - SJY

; SYNOPSIS - when you first meet your best friend’s brother, your first thought is, “holy shit, he’s gorgeous.” your second thought is, “holy shit, he’s a baby.” younger guys aren't exactly your thing, but jake insists that your age gap of 10 months really isn’t that big. 

; PAIRING - jake x fem!reader

; TAGS - one-shot, fluff, angst, younger!jake, older!reader, not by much though, high school au, inspired by their song, best friend’s brother trope ; WARNINGS - cursing, umm nothing else (for the teaser at least)

; WC - 1k (teaser) full fic est. idk probably more than 5k

; RELEASE - hopefully november 15 (on his birthday!) but may have to post pone a little bc i've got a terrible cough

holy shit, he's gorgeous.

jake sim, your best friend's brother, might just be one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your almost-nineteen years of life. his flawless skin combined with his wild hair gave him that carefree teenage look; the poster boy of a cliché summer fling, coming-of-age movie.

jaena had asked you to join her family at the amusement park, to celebrate jake's birthday. and while you'd known that she had a brother, you'd never actually met him - until now. you suddenly found yourself wishing she had told you to prepare to be blown away by his looks.

you smile at him, giving him a half-hug. "happy birthday!"

jake, snapped out of whatever trance he'd been caught in ever since he first laid his eyes upon you, patting your back. "um, thank you."

your best friend catches him in a headlock, giving him a noogie. "aww, you're eighteen now! no more lying about being an adult online," she teases him.

your heart stops, ears catching on one word in particular. "wait, he just turned eighteen?"

"yeah, he's my younger brother," jaena says.

that has you sitting back against the backrest of your seat, blowing out air as you digested the new information. you glance back at jake, who's eyes are pinned curiously on you.

holy shit, he's a baby.

jaena snorts. jake's eyebrows raise up behind his bangs. did you say that out loud?

"i'm not a baby!" he protests.

"yeah, you are," jaena shoves him lightly.

"woah, my whole perception of you has just changed," you tell him.

jake's jaw drops impossibly further as jaena barks out more laughter.

"what?! what was your first perception of me, then?"

you shake your head, amusement pulling at your features. "doesn't matter now."

as expected, your day at the park was well spent. jaena and jake's parents had gone off somewhere and left you three (and heeseung, who was invited by jake) alone. you guys had ridden the rollercoaster twice, gone on some spinning ride, and a game of laser tag - which, by the way, jake and heeseung had severely lost ('jake! stop staring at y/n!' 'i wasn't!' 'then how did you miss your sister pointing her gun at you when she was right in front of you?!').

when the four of you lined up for bumper cars, jake walked over to your side.

"hey, you wanna share a car with me?"

"me? with you?" you asked in confusion, tilting your head to the side. "why?"

"stealing my best friend from me, jake?" jaena asked.

"precisely," he smiles at her, and takes your hand as you guys reach the front of the line. he pulls you into the passenger seat of a car.

buckling the seatbelt, you jokingly ask jake, "do you need me to hold your hand, you child?"

jake frowns, before his face swiftly contorts into a smirk. "if you feel like you need to hold onto me for support, then sure!"

you roll your eyes at his playfulness. if he'd been older than you, you would have definitely blushed at his reply. instead, he came across to you like a little boy trying to impress an adult. how cute.

it's a fun round, with you and jake bumping into jaena and heeseung's car several times, getting them caught against the edge. when a random pair of strangers you guys didn't know bumped your car, the four of you teamed up and went after the poor kids. you all left the bumper cars ride laughing to the point your stomachs hurt.

after that, jaena dragged you and two boys to the stall games. you and jaena had fun playing one of those shooting games, whilst the other two did something else.

when you met up again, jake handed you three big plushies, a smile as big as them on his face.

"for you!"

jaena scrunched her nose at her brother. "ewww jake are you trying to court my best friend or something?"

"i'm not courting her! what is this, the 18th century?" he maturely poked his tongue out at his sister. "i won these for y/n, you know. do you like them?"

you took one and hugged it. "aw, thanks jakey," you cooed at him, pinching his cheek. "but i think these would find a better place on your bed. you can hug them to sleep."

jake huffed out in annoyance. "why do you keep treating me like a child?"

"because you are a child."

"i'm literally eighteen? i'm a full-grown adult!"

"sorry to break it to you, but eighteen is barely an adult," jaena snorted at him, taking the plushie from your arms.

"how old are you then?" jake asked you, his head tilting to the side. you had to stop yourself from letting out another 'aww'. he looked like a cute puppy asking for attention.

"i'm almost nineteen."

"so you're also eighteen? we're the exact same age."

"no we're not! i'm ten months older," you protested.

"but we're still both eighteen right now! and for the next two months! you're acting like you're my grandma or something..." he muttered.

"well, our age gap was big enough that you were placed in the lower grade. so i do feel like your grandma."

"ten months isn't even that big!" he rolled his eyes.

"why does it even matter?" heeseung shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets as you guys walk towards the rendezvous point you'd be meeting jake's parents at before going back home.

"because she's treating me like a baby!"

"keep whining like that and i'll start to think that you really are," you tease him, jaena laughing at your bickering.

you purse your lips, suppressing a smile as you watch the cute boy leave his sister's side and move over to yours. a whiff of his cologne attacks your nose, but you don't fight it. it's oddly attractive, until you remind yourself of who it belongs to.

no, no, no way. you gulp down your thoughts and feelings, trying to keep a light-hearted expression on your face. 'keep calm and carry on', or whatever it was that old meme said.

you couldn't let your conflicted feelings show. so you pushed away any and all thoughts that you might be falling for your best friend's brother.

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! HII this is scheduled but anyway i hope i can complete this fic within the next 5 days (pray for me) but if not please excuse me my immune system isn't fighting whatever pathogen i have fast enough

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[artful-aries]

Genshin Headcanons: Ways They Show Affection (Dottore, Dehya)

Dottore

​​Affection is not the Doctor’s forte

​​The definition of calm, cool, and collected, he’s not going to just give you a kiss on your cheek or hold you in his arms

​​If anything, you’ll find yourself begging for him to pay some attention to you

​​The man just often gets sucked into his research, almost forgetting about your existence. You’re still special though, if anyone else interrupted his research, they would be dead by now

​​Still, for him to stop his research and actually give you attention, the stars need to align and he needs to be in a good mood

​​On these lucky days, he will gladly hold you hand as he works, or perhaps sit in his lap if it doesn’t impede his research and you promise to not squirm around too much

​​If you are really good and let him finish his research for the day, Dottore will give you the affection that you crave. Kisses, a warm embrace, the whole nine yards. He’s just….a little intense about it

​​Takes the time to tell you how wonderful he thinks your body is, but not in a sexy way

​​The way he talks, it almost sounds like he either thinks you’re the divine among mortals, or a prime candidate for organ harvesting. You still aren’t sure which he leans towards

​​Outside of physical affection, Dottore is thoughtful enough to leave you notes before he heads off to the lab to research. They are simple; telling you to take care of yourself, where you can find him, sending you his regards, nothing poetic but it shows that he does think about you.

​​He gives gifts…in the form of the results of his latest research. Sometimes it genuinely neat things, like brighter, more sustainable magical crystals. Other times, it’s strange amalgamations of things you rather remain blissfully unaware of

​​It’s almost like he’s showing off his abilities, like a cat that brings back a dead mouse for you to praise them for

​​

​​Dehya

​​Her affection is rough, but it comes in abundance

​​She totally gives you noogies on top of your head, plays pranks on you to get you flustered, or straight up manhandles you and flings you into an oasis pool. Having grown up mostly around men her whole life, she doesn’t see anything wrong with this

​​If you complain she will try to be more gentle; she won’t give you noogies anymore, but she won’t stop the pranks. Sorry, she thinks your shocked face is hilarious

​​Physical affection comes naturally to Dehya, she’s always got an arm around you, planting kisses on your cheek if other mercenaries stare at you for too long, etc

​​When the two of you alone, Dehya almost gets nervous about touching you. She wants to so bad, but she psyches herself out, thinking that she might go too far and make you uncomfortable

​​Dehya is a good gift giver too, she secretly saves up money from her jobs to get you nice trinkets and things that she finds in her travels

​​Her fatal flaw is that she is bad about taking you in dates; she spends a lot of quality time with you, but rarely thinks about taking you to any place fancy

​​It’s not that she doesn’t love you enough, the concept just seems a bit weird to her. Why would she take you to a stuffy place when she can spend that time stargazing with you out in the desert?

​​If you insisted she would make a good effort, but you would be able to tell she’s a little on edge and uncomfortable the entire time

​​The best time for Dehya is sitting under the shade of a tree at an oasis, soaking her feet in the water with you as you both laugh about everything and nothing at all

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Psst. Shiro. Shiro. You awake? Shiro?”

If there is anyone, out there, who has just had their car stolen by a punk kid who reminds them to much of themselves, Shiro would like them to know:

Do not adopt the punk kid. The punk kid will grow into a punk young adult who does not know boundaries and loves to bother you in the dead of the fucking night, because heaven forbid he solve his own problems.

“Keith. I am going to kill you.”

“I have a question,” Keith insists, entirely unafraid of Shiro’s very real and very genuine threat.

Shiro groans loudly, grabbing a pillow and shoving it over his head. Maybe if he holds it steadily it will suffocate him to death. “Fuck off. Please.”

Ignoring him even further, Keith climbs over Shiro’s body, kneeing him in the spleen, like a cat perhaps, and settling down next to him. “I have a question,” he says again.

He has his stubborn voice on, because of fucking course he does. Shiro is not going to be successful in ignoring him.

He groans again, much louder this time, and drags himself out from under the blankets. He glares at his brother as nastily as he can, seriously considering beating him to death with his pillow. Keith must read the look in his eyes, because he scooches back slightly.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re a punk fucking kid?“

“More times than I can count physically,” Keith says pleasantly. “You may have called me that more than my name, actually. I have a lot of intense psychological trauma about it.”

Shiro laughs despite himself, breaking the unspoken game between them. The smile finally breaks free on Keith’s face, wide and boyish and frustrating.

Shiro has to give him a noogie. Like, contractually.

“Aw, Shiro, fuck off! You’re gonna mess up my hair!”

“Can’t mess up the already messy,” Shiro taunts, making sure to cause at least three tangles. Keith makes a freaky growling noise, like one of those little rat dogs that feels it has been wronged, and the next thing Shiro knows he’s being bitten.

“Jesus — ow, Keith! Unclamp! Bad feral desert child! I’m going to get the fucking spray bottle!” Shiro finally manages to wrestle his arm back, kicking Keith right off the bed and holding a pillow in front of him for protection. “Gollum ass bitch!”

“My precious,” Keith hisses in response, muffled from his place on the floor.

Both of them are silent for a moment, desperately trying to muffle their panting so the other doesn’t know how out of breath the wrestling made them.

God, Shiro wouldn’t give up his punk fucking kid for the world.

“Why did you wake me up, you brat?”

“The team is panicking and I’m not allowed to tell you about it,” Keith explains easily.

Shiro leans over the side of the bed, quirking an amused eyebrow. “So why are you telling me about it?”

Keith shrugs. “Because they’re being stupid! Don’t bother Shiro, Lance says. It’s supposed to be a surprise, Lance says.” Keith scoffs. “I don’t get it. We’re struggling, we need help. Who the fuck else would we ask?”

Shiro opens his mouth, then closes it again. His eyes well up.

“Oh, Shiro, don’t start,” Keith groans, smacking his palm to his forehead. “Dude, come on, it wasn’t that big of a deal —”

“I’m your backup plan,” Shiro wails, trying and failing to contain himself. He buries his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with the force of his cries.

“Aw, you big loser.” Keith crawls back up on the bed, throwing an arm around Shiro’s back and patting gently. He lets Shiro cry himself out for a few minutes, hand rubbing constant circles on Shiro’s back, and then he freezes.

Mischief is suddenly in the air.

“After all,” Keith says, and Shiro can hear the glee in his voice. “you’re six whole years old, today. Practically a grown-up!” His voice gets high-pitched, condescending. “Are we having some big boy feelings there, sport? Are we —”

“I am going to kill you now,” Shiro announces pleasantly, and it’s the only warning Keith gets before he’s tackled to the ground.

———

“I can’t believe you actually tried to kill me,” Keith pouts. He pokes at a bruise on his arm and then looks at Shiro, expression as pitiful as he can make it. “You’re abusive. A bully.”

“Mhm. Shut up.” Keith grumbles when Shiro throws his arm over his shoulders, guiding them down the hallways, but allows it. “You said you had a question, when you woke me up in the dead of the night like a particularly annoying mosquito.”

Keith brightens considerably. “Oh, yeah! Happy birthday. The team is trying to plan you a super secret birthday party, but you usually plan the team birthday parties, so it’s fallen into chaos. Lance keeps trying to climb the cabinets in the kitchen to hang things from the ceiling. When I left Hunk was threatening to shove him in the oven.”

Shiro can’t help his smile, big and wide and goofy. “Is Pidge panicking and reorganizing the kitchen based on a convoluted colour-coding system?”

“Yep.”

“Allura’s smuggling gigantic bottles of glitter into the room and trying to put it everywhere for ‘festive joy and sparkles’?”

“Mhm.”

“Coran is trying to stop her but keeps getting distracted and pulled onto the side of the glitter?”

“Absolutely. She bribed him with orange glitter and he dropped off the rational side immediately.”

“Excellent. Hopefully she’s managed to cover things in pink.”

“Oh, she brought in extra just for you.”

Shiro sniffles again. His arm tightens around his dorky brother, who rolls his eyes at the sound but doesn’t tease him again. “And Hunk? How many people have been smacked with the Spoon of Doom for trying to eat the cake?”

“…None.”

Keith’s shiftiness startles the tears right out of him, and he laughs loudly. “How many times have you been smacked, you sugar fiend?”

“He made you triple chocolate cake!” Keith defends. “I just wanted to quality check!”

“You should tell Hunk you want to ‘quality check’ his stuff. I’d really enjoy seeing him throw you bodily down the hallway.”

“Say, has anyone given you your birthday beats yet? You’re six years old, and there are six of us, so that means you get to get thirty-six —”

“Keith! Shiro!” They’re not even fully in view of the doorway when Lance calls out to them — those freaky bat ears of his, goddamn — and jumps off the counter, just barely managing to not trip and brain himself to death on the floor. He runs over to them, hugging them tightly and then dragging them towards the rest of the team.

“Interesting how you were the first one he called out to,” Shiro mutters, wiggling his eyebrows.

Keith scowls. His ears are red. “Shut up.”

“First one he hugged, too.”

“Choke.”

“Interesting, because it’s my birthday.”

“It’s going to be your last birthday if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

“Is he sparkling? He looks like he’s sparkling. Only when he looks at you, though.”

“Shiro, if you don’t fucking —”

“Everyone! The birthday boy is here!” Lance announces, saving Shiro’s life.

The team greets him enthusiastically, beams and hugs and kisses and, in Allura’s case, a baptism of pink glitter.

“Thank you,” Shiro tells her solemnly. “Both for the glitter shower and for not letting anyone tell you not to. Stick it to the man.”

Allura laughs brightly. “Of course not! The room needs to shine as brightly as you, Shiro darling!”

She sits Shiro down at his seat, everyone taking their seats around him. Hunk brings over the beautiful cake he made, deep and dark and chocolate and no doubt beyond delicious.

There are six and three quarter candles in it.

Shiro glances at his team flatly. “Really?”

“It’s the first of thirteen age related jokes,” Pidge says, grinning. “We each came up with one, and then Keith came up with seven more.”

“Shocking,” Shiro says drily. He shakes his head, unable to fight his smile. “All of you are ungrateful brat children. Even you, Coran.”

“I have forgotten more about being alive than you will ever know, child.”

“Is it because I’m only six?”

Coran claps his hands delightedly. “Yes! That is my joke! Did you like it?”

“I’m going to blow on my candles and wish you were all less annoying,” Shiro says.

He blows out his candles to the backdrop of his heckling team, squeezing his eyes shut. He keeps them closed for a moment, trying to think of something to wish for. He peeks one eye open, taking in his dorky team, wrestling and teasing each other. Pidge is looking dangerously close to grabbing a handful of cake with her bare hands and shoving it in Lance’s hair, because he’s poking her relentlessly over something ridiculous. Hunk is trying to pull him away, poorly concealing his own laughter. Allura and Coran are throwing handfuls of glitter in the air. Keith — that punk kid, Shiro’s best friend and better — has his chin in his hands, staring at Lance and pretending he isn’t.

Shiro smiles, soft and happy and satisfied.

He lets his wish evaporate into the atmosphere.

There’s nothing he wants that he doesn’t already have.

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

Monday mood.

River is done exploring until she gets more whole-head noogies.

It is cute how she'll shove her entire head into my hand to the point where I'm half rubbing her throat while she bunny purrs away.  She is a trusting little bun!

[apomaro-mellow]

“He gets it from you”, Steve said as they watched their five year old son hop onto the play table and and kick the toy plates onto the ground.

“You get what you get when you marry a rebel”, Eddie said before going over to pick up their kid and at least pretend to reprimand him about proper manners.

Oliver, Ollie for short, was very clearly becoming a mini-Eddie.

Steve had been worried about becoming his father. Someone who stamped down any creativity or individuality and punished the smallest transgressions. Turns out when he had an actual child he just became a more experienced version of himself as a teenager. He tried all his might to enforce the rules and while most of them stuck, his kid was gonna do what he was gonna do. Which was also very much an Eddie thing too.

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Eddie had made sure music was a part of Ollie’s life from a young age but it wasn’t until he was ten that he wrote and performed his own song for someone outside of the family. 

He played for his school talent show and Steve couldn’t have been more proud. Even Ollie knocking over the microphone got some judgmental side eyes from the other parents.

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Ollie is thirteen when he gets detention for the first time. Which is pretty good in Steve’s opinion.

“Thank god, I was afraid we were raising a conformist”, Eddie said on the ride to the school.

“Just to be clear, we’re NOT encouraging this”, Steve reminded.

“Let’s hear what he’s in for before deciding that.”

When they heard he had gotten into a fight with a kid who had shouted a slur with multiple witnesses, well the decision had been made with some lenience.

“So did you win?”, Eddie asked on their way to the ice cream shop.

“He was bleeding by the end”, Ollie said, surprised he wasn’t in total dog shit.

Eddie whistled and then grinned at Steve from the passenger seat. “Are you sure he’s yours?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Ha ha.”

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Just a year later, Steve is driving their boy to his school dance, date in the backseat with him. Steve’s eyes are mostly on the road but occasionally they drift to the mirror. 

He drops the two teens off with a promise to be back in a few hours. He thinks to how Ollie’s date looked nervous at first but then he gets her with his huge smile and big gestures and just talking about normal stuff and how they’re already laughing before they even got to the school and he can’t help but think about his first few dates with Eddie.

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Turns out even with the gates closed, Vecna dead, and the Mind Flayer defeated, the government would do what it did and find a way to dig up old shit. That was how Steve found himself beating back a demodog with a nail bat he never thought he’d be using again.

Ollie, seventeen now, was knocking heads with his own bat, nail-less but made of metal. Eddie only saw a few moments of both his boys holding their own as he drove up in a pick up truck, honking to get their attention. 

Steve grabbed their son and pushed him forward, beating down one last monster before heading for the truck himself. They hopped into the back and Eddie sped off, leaving the horde for now.

“You guys weren’t lying...”, Ollie said, lying on his back in the bed of the truck. “They’re real.”

When they arrive back home, they’re relieved to see the rest made it too. With the whole party here, they could regroup and plan. Eddie leaned against Steve’s side.

“Ollie looked like a real beast out there with you. He’s definitely your son.”

Steve watched as Ollie gave Lucas and Max’s son a headlock noogie to reassure him that everything was fine and they were gonna take care of these weird monsters.

“I think there’s a little of both of us in there.”

[robiinurheart33]

Soap being jealous of roach? (TW for slight panic attack(?), intrusive thoughts and gore) - angst no comfort

Everyone knows how hard soap feels. He loves with his whole being; he loves with shoulder pats, confident and casual small talk, tiny gestures that mean the world to the people around him.

What everyone probably does not know is that soap feels hard for every single emotion. Anger is simple enough to see: steadfast disobedience at clear orders, growling at choices he doesn’t agree with, bubbling up in his throat to explode sometimes in the form of a punch.

Empathy is one of the things soap chooses to push down at times - it’s hard to do what he does if he thinks about the people involved too hard. Every opportunity he allows himself to connect emotionally with the people around him; he does.

Jealousy however; isn’t a foreign emotion to him. Contrary to what people may see on surface level, soap is not positive. He can laugh and smile, but he can just as easily shout and sneer. Soap isn’t proud of this, and he despises feeling this way almost every single day. There is a reason he’s so friendly all the time - the constant and very real fear of being replaced. He has to leave his mark, he has to be remembered. When he dies, what will he show for it? Will people remember him? Will people miss him? Will people even care?

So when this…roach shows up, how exactly is he supposed to react? He tries really hard; he really really does, but he knows it’s all futile in the end. Soap can handle him having inside jokes with Price and Gaz, Price looking at him exactly like how he sees all of 141, with pride and a trusting gaze. Soap quietly seethes. Gaz has inside jokes with roach, clapping him on the back and giving him a noogie, like roach is his little brother. Soap bites the inside of his cheek and it explodes with a stinging metal taste. But he cannot help the sickening jealousy that finally bursts in his head when he sees the soft crinkle of ghost’s eye when roach smiles at him.

What a fuckin’ cockroach.

He blinks, looking away quickly to take a sip of his beer, the lights in the bar suddenly too bright, the non-stop chattering suddenly too loud; and everything is crashing down at once. Everything is wrong. This is just wrong. He pushes it down though, smiles just the right way, laughs just in the right pitch. He couldn’t resist resting an elbow on ghost’s shoulder though, placing it there like a signal. See? He allows me to do this. Only me. I’m closer to him than you are.

Only when ghost finishes his bourbon, he picks up roach’s drink and takes a sip. Soap’s eyes widen slightly, only conveying a tiny ass fraction of the pure surprise that explodes in his body, locking him rigid. He glances between Price and Gaz, acting as if this is completely normal. Even when Ghost gives off an approving hum, placing down the glass with a small thunk, the sound echoing through soap’s mind. Even when roach acts like that was nothing. Even when they don’t notice soap hasn’t contributed in the conversation as much as he usually does. Even when- even when- even-

Soap takes the biggest gulp of air he can take discreetly, blowing it out into his cup as he takes another fuckin sip. Just like Ghost did with Roach’s glass.

He stands up, not patting Ghost’s shoulder as he tells them he needs to take a piss. He doesn’t look at any of them. He physically can’t. Every time he blinks he sees himself punching roach in the face, ripping the mask off and stuffing it down his throat. He sees himself breaking a beer bottle in half, slicing his neck cleanly and watching the blood steadily pour out. He sees himself sobbing at the table, begging to know that he isn’t a replacement to roach. He sees himself banging his head against the table until his brain matter slides off and falls onto the ground. He-

Soap dunks his head under the tap, taking in heaps of air until he’s borderline hyperventilating, trying to not get lost in his own head. He knows it isn’t roach’s fault. He’s been great company he’s the fucking worst and everything he’s feeling is the culmination of his own insecurity. But fuck, if that doesn’t just piss him off even more. Knowing there isn’t an actual reason to hate roach. He groans, slamming the edge of his palm to his forehead repeatedly to try and clear his brain.

Soap wants to rip this ugly feeling out of his chest, he wants to be normal. He needs to be normal. Soap wants to grab the black tar that gathers in his throat and chest, cleanse himself of everything. Soap wants to rip his hair out. Soap wants to know that he is safe. Soap wants to scratch his skin raw. Soap wants to bleed until he cannot feel anymore. Soap wants-

Soap looks up from the sink as the bathroom door opens. Speak of the god damned devil. Roach and Soap make eye contact with each other, an awkward silence filling the air for a few seconds before

Hey.

“Hey man.”

Roach shuffles a bit awkwardly to the sink, filling the silence with the sound of running water as soap dries his face. Just as he was about to turn and walk out the door, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Soap’s tense muscles somehow locked even more as he turned towards roach, hoping his facial expression wasn’t saying I hope you die in a ditch somewhere.

Sorry if tonight was awkward. I know how disorienting it can be to meet new people out of the blue. Especially since I used to be part of 141 and stuff… Roach’s hands falter and he wrings his hands nervously, as if not knowing what to say. Soap just stares at him. And…you seem like a really nice person. I would wanna get to know you better, if that’s okay with you? Roach looks at him with hesitation and Soap does. Not. Move. He probably took a lot longer than usual to reply, to even move or change his facial expression, but once his mind truly absorbs the words,

“Of course. Any friend of 141 is a friend of mine.” Soap automatically pats roach on the back and gives him an all teeth smile. Crinkles at the eyes. Warm look. Roach relaxes instantly, clapping him on the bicep.

Idiot. It’s probably a good thing no one else really knows how he feels.

[urplepurplegurgleturgle]

I wrote this instead of paying attention in class today

@atomic-rattz @rawcherrycake @splatting-stampede

(This is kinda lazy/bad so mb gang 😭🙏)

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“...I’m fine.” 

DNA growled dangerously, glowering at the other three turtles in the room. His lips were curled up into a snarl and he was quite visibly annoyed. “I can take care of myself.”

Cyclone quickly interjected, her tail swishing in irritation. “DeeDee, it doesn’t matter if you can ‘take care of yourself’, you’re not in the best physical state and you need to rest. You don’t have to do this. Just lay the fuck back down and let us handle it.”

D growled, his annoyance morphing into frustration. “Let you guys ‘handle’ it?? Last time I did that, it ended catastrophically! I can’t have that happening again. I’ll do it myself, because I’m OKAY and you guys SERIOUSLY need to STOP WORRYING ABOUT ME-”

“But you could die!!” Gal interrupted, his forehead knit in worry. “It’s too dangerous… I swear we’ll be more careful this time! Please, just listen to us and let yourself recover.”

Cy nodded. “Right. It’s not safe for you to handle that sort of hazardous equipment in your current state. You really just need to lay your ass down and let us take care of this.”

“Jesus Christ- GUYS.” 

D groaned, dragging his hands down his face. He was completely over this debate. “PUH-LEASE. Stop making this sound like a life threatening situation. IT’S JUST THE GODDAMN FLU.”

“And flus can be lethal!!” Gal and Cy retorted in unison. “It said so on Wikipedia!!” Gal added unhelpfully, though Cy once again nodded in agreement.

D massaged his temples, exasperated. “I think this stupid flu isn’t as lethal as you dumbasses setting the kitchen on fire.” He said flatly.

“That was only one time…” Cy muttered sourly. “It wasn’t our fault our stove is stronger than the one the recipe used…”

“Besides, you know I can cook decently!” Gal crossed his arms, pouting slightly. “Sure, we nearly burned down the whole place last time you got sick, but like! That was just an accident!! It won’t happen again!”

D let out another groan. He cast a glance at Mari, who was as silent as ever but looked just as done with this conversation as he was. “Yo. Mars.” He called, causing the indigo-clad turtle to perk up slightly. “Do you think I should let these two imbeciles cook dinner again.”

Mari immediately shook their head no, cringing at the memory of the pink and orange turtles’ last attempt at making a meal. Sure, it had gone smoothly for the most part, but the miscalculation of the stove’s strength and an accidental topple of kitchen utensils gave way to catastrophe and destruction. Never again.

D looked pointedly at Cy and Gal, who were both averting their gazes guiltily. “The child has given their input.” D announced, ignoring Mari’s piercing glare at being called a child. “I’m the one who’s cooking tonig- cOUGH COUGH CCKRKJDLSKLSODOKSKADK OUGH GOD-”

“D!!” The three terrapins immediately rushed to D’s side, who started coughing uncontrollably and hacking up mucus. The flu was NOT treating him nicely.

It took a moment for the coughs to die down, but eventually the mutant caspian turtle got ahold of himself. He leaned back on the bedroom wall and sighed, gritting his teeth in visible irritation.

“...While I’m perfectly capable of preparing a meal, I don’t think I wanna get you guys sick.” He finally said after a few minutes. “So I think me taking charge of the cooking is also not optimal.”

Cy sighed. “Alright. Well if you don’t want us to cook and you aren’t gonna cook either, the fuck are we supposed to do??”

Mari raised a hand and the other three turned to face the youngest. They had their phone in their hand and the screen shined bright with a website saying they ordered a meal for four online.

“...Oh.” The older turtles said dumbly. They all got so used to home cooking that ordering food had escaped them as a viable option.

“Crisis averted, I guess??” Gal grinned awkwardly, reaching over to give Mari an affectionate noogie. “Thanks kid.”

Mari only huffed, rolling their eyes and pulling up Subway Surfers on their phone. How they got stuck with absolute idiots, they did not know. But hey!! They were going to eat Chinese takeout soon so everything was okay, they supposed.

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THIS IS SO DUMB IM SORRY KFKAJJDJQKD

[dandylovesturtles]

Does Leo ever have to deal with his family being dumb about his disability? Example of what I mean - my sister once parked my manual wheelchair in the corner with me FACING the corner because she wasn't thinking and it looked neater (she moved me immediately when I protested and never did it again. It happened when we were first getting used to me needing a wheelchair and something we both laugh about.)

I'm... I'm sorry I shouldn't have laughed but. but how. HOW. why would you face the chair towards the corner I a;lsdfjlsd (I'm glad you laugh about it now haha)

ANYWAY yes I am sure they have done a million dumb things, large and small, just by virtue of it never being something any of them had to think about and now suddenly they all have to think about it. like putting things where Leo can't reach them on accident or making a mess that blocks the floor in a way he can't navigate (the lair starts being a lot cleaner after this haha). Raph in particular tried to be "helpful" early on by moving Leo's chair often before Leo put his foot down on how he does not want to be moved without asking first.

Probably the first time they went to Hueso's they sat down at their normal booth and Leo was just sitting there like "hey guys do you see any problems with our current seating arrangements" and they were like "what, we just sat where we always do- oh"

one of them is hogging the (currently) only accessible bathroom in the lair and when Leo tells them to hurry up they're like "just use the other bathroom Leo!" and he's like :|

also I mentioned them knowing Leo doesn't like his chair tipped up even as a joke, and the way they come to know that is... by tipping his chair up as a joke. it's just that Leo's whole bit is annoying his brothers into retaliating, and they felt bad about shoving the guy how he is, so tipping the chair seemed like an obvious alternative. Leo just kinda laughed it off at first but eventually they caught on to how Leo really really really did not like them doing that and it stopped being fun as a play-fighting technique. Now it's more likely that they'll noogie his head or something like that.

there's also plenty of times the guys think they've messed up by saying or doing something wrong but Leo just thinks its funny. like one time during one of their typical arguments Donnie tells Leo to "take a long walk off a short pier," to which he responds that he would, but he hasn't been able to walk since The Incident, which made Donnie feel absolutely awful until he realized Leo was grinning ear to ear like the little shit he is

Donnie is also the one who will deliberately put something where Leo can't reach it just to mess with him, and he also calls him "short" all the time. It's one of those things where Donnie is allowed to do it but if anyone else did it Donnie would be first in line to punch them.