#his name is reese’s peanut butter cup

[glitter-soda]

When will the violence end? 😔

[eeleye-mcshitposts]

the man who cannot be left alone for five minutes or he will die (according to him)

[machveil]

Roommate!Ghost coming back after a long deployment where outside communication wasn't allowed, only to see you've gotten a cat during that time. The cat's name? Cat Simon. A chonky black cat with a bit of RBF who needs to be snuggled at all hours, and was lovingly provided via finding him in an alley trying to eat thrown out chinese food in the pouring rain. His paws are rated E for everybody and he sounds cranky when he meows while his purrs will vibrate the entire couch and can be heard across a room. Now Human Simon and Cat Simon have to figure out who gets to be the little spoon and who gets the most forehead kissies. (Surprise, there's actually two cats, they just look really really similar and for a while Simon didn't see them in the same space at the same time. This one's name? Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, Reese or PB for short.)

-🐸

🐸 anon, your mind never ceases to amaze me

if you brought two chunky little cats home Simon wouldn’t even bat an eye - he might bat an eye at ‘Simon’ the cat, but he can work with that. since there’s two cats I think it’d be really funny if, while Simon thinks there’s only one, he thinks little Simon kitty man isn’t a fan of him. he’ll pspspsp Simon the cat and call his name - sometimes he chirps and comes right over (cat Simon) and sometimes Simon gets flat out ignored (PB)

once he sees two chunky cats eating in the kitchen he does a double take, eyebrows screwed together. “Oh— wha’ the fuck?”, he snorts and goes off to find you, chuckling when you nervously say PB looked so miserable when you found them, so… it’s okay to keep them both, right? obviously, Simon was already a proud father of what he presumed to be one, now he’s got basically twins

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters: What Type of Halloween Candy They'd Be

Happy Halloween! Last year, Cosmere characters dressed up. This year, I'm going to compare them to candy. Who knows what will happen next year?

Anyway, here's what type of candy I think each of them would be!

1. Szeth: Jawbreaker

Yes, this is a joke about his bald head.

2. Elend: Nerds

Yes, this is a joke about how Elend is a big nerd.

3. Siri: Skittles

They are a rainbow, just like Siri's hair!

4. Shallan: Three Musketeers

One candy. Three musketeers. Shallan.

5. Ham: Tootsie Pop

The tagline "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop" is a quasi-philosophical question that we as kids really felt was important. Ham loves debating shit. My wife says no one will remember this slogan because it's from the 90s but I was a kid then and I'm doing it.

6. Vin: Warhead

It's a weapon of mass destruction in candy form.

7. Kaladin: Kit Kat

A candy made to be broken in half. The tag line (from the 90s again probably shut up) is "Give me a break." But no one gives Kaladin a break. He just gets...broken.

8. Wayne: 100 Grand

First slogan: "Tastes so good it's almost illegal!" Second slogan: "That's rich!" Wayne: likes to steal, like recreationally, but not like in an illegal-illegal way. Then he gets Super Rich. Look, it makes sense in my head.

9. Steris: Homemade caramel apples

Steris doesn't do anything halfway. The caramel is homemade too.

10. Lift: Sour Patch Kids

I think Lift would be a candy with "kid" in the name. You know, because she's never going to grow up.

11. Renarin: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

The slogan I know is "There's no wrong way to eat a Reese's." And Renarin is a guy who likes to go his own way.

12. Leshwi: M&Ms

Hard outer shell (=crab lady) + delicious cholate interior (=Leshwi is sweet) and then there's slogan about how it m-melts in your m-mouth not in your hand.... Ha ha did it get hot in here or is it just me?

13. Dalinar: Twix

It's a candy that is a BONDED pair. I tried.

14. Adolin: Lindor Truffle

I felt that Adolin should be chocolate: solid, dependable, comforting. But, like, a fancy chocolate. Rich. Higher quality. That sort of thing.

15. Raoden: Snickers

Slogan (current, for once!): "You're not you when you're hungry." And, you know, as a person with the Shaod and an all-consuming hunger...

16. Moash: Candy Corn

People who hate candy corn: "Candy corn is the WORST thing to have EVER happened in the UNIVERSE and anybody who likes it is PROBABLY SICK AND TWISTED."

People who like candy corn: "It sucks! I love it so much."

(I like candy corn.)

17. Kelsier: Everlasting Gobstopper

My original joke: Because it survives forever!

My current joke: Holy shit I really thought this was a real candy but apparently it is a fictional candy from Willy Wonka that was later made into a real candy? Only the fictional candy really did last forever but of course the real candy doesn't; it's just a story.

That's somehow even more Kelsier.

18. Nale: Floss

There's always the one house that hands out floss, to remind the children that life is not about fun candy, it's about Responsibility. That's Nale.

[notjustjavierpena]

The Making of Ellie - Part I: Baby-Making

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: This DILF!Joel piece has rotted my brain for 24 hours straight. I have had absolutely no break from thinking about this, and it’s never been easier to write something.

Summary: A look into how you and Joel’s relationship is going two years in. Joel’s POV on his never-ending love for you and his extreme baby fever.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), Joel’s POV, domesticated Joel Miller, Sarah makes an appearance!!!, tooth-rotting love and fluff, they’re crazy about each other, talk about birth control and ovulation, pussy eating (joel is a cunning linguist), fingering, bit of praise kink, dirty talk, bit of body worship, breeding kink, daddy kink (if you squint real hard), slow and sensual piv sex, intense orgasms, creampie, God they are in love

Word count: 4k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49183051

Song inspiration(!!!): Too Lost In You by Sugababes

Baby-Making

Joel comes home from work around the same time each day now — and it’s never after dinner time. He has made it his mission to make time for Sarah and you, cut down work since you moved in, because two working adults living in the house means that he can slow things down. 

His health has improved, his mood too, his fatigue has practically gone and Sarah has had more time to just be a kid, started playing soccer again, and has even taken up coaching the little league team now that she’s 16. It’s good for him. You are good for him. For both of them. 

He loves it. He takes the afternoon post-work ritual very seriously. Always texts if he should pick something up from the grocery store. Sometimes brings you flowers too, remembering that one time you’d said that you didn’t actually mind the cheap cellophane-wrapped bouquets. 

It’s interesting to him how natural it feels for him to slip right into domestic bliss with you because he never thought that he would get there again after Sarah’s mother. On top of it, he never considered himself a gentle thing, but after you, it’s like you kiss the calluses of him away. He is nothing but gentle now, even in his roughness. 

He throws the keys onto the side table by the front door after arriving home, shrugs off his jacket, and bends down to take off his boots. The sound makes you appear in the doorway. Joel notices that you’ve changed into gray sweatpants and a tank top with a strawberry on it since arriving home, basically removed anything from you that is professional and uncomfortable. Joel loves you like this because he is the only one who gets to enjoy you like this; relaxed and beautiful, hair in a messy bun on top of your head and fuzzy socks on your always-cold feet. He smiles at your radiance, then pads across the floor to kiss you hello. 

There’s something in your eyes; a flicker of mischief as you grab his wrist to look at his watch. With a grin that nearly sets his heart into overdrive, you hold his hand up so he can look at the time too. 

“It’s five minutes past,” you tut.

“Right, but I got ya something,” he says, reluctantly turning away from you to rummage through his jacket pocket. He fishes out a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and you immediately snatch it from his hands, holding it close to your chest.

“Gremlin,” he teases and you stick out your tongue at him, “No needa hide it. ‘S too sweet for me anyway.” 

“I shall save it for later then,” you walk to the kitchen and open the top cabinet that holds the mugs. You stand on your toes to reach into the very back, shirt riding up just a little, and stash the chocolate cup for later consumption.  

“Hidden from Sa-rah, the candy thief,” you purposely pronounce her name wrong for dramatic purposes. Then you lower yourself onto the soles of your feet again, not bothering to pull your top down again. Joel watches the slight reveal of the dimples on your back.

“Right,” he chuckles. 

Dear Lord, he loves you so much that it is ridiculous. In a way that makes the future look better than it ever has because it’s no longer filled with uncertainty. He knows what’s going to happen; he’ll build a house for the three of you, he’ll marry you in the Texan spring and he’ll give you as many babies as you want. He’d do it all today if he could. 

“How was work?” You interrupt his thoughts by wrapping your soft hands around the nape of his neck, resting them there. You have rosy cheeks, feel warm against his skin, with love radiating from your fingertips. 

“Good, told Tommy to handle the next few clients. Some hotshot guy comin’ into the office tomorrow,” Joel tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. He thinks that you don’t actually care about any of this, but there’s no indication of boredom on your face.

“He building a castle or something?” You ask. 

“Somethin’ like that. Guy’s filthy rich but not from his own doin’, looking at blueprints at the end of the week. Should be interesting,” he continues, “Not that you care about that.”

“I do actually like hearing about your job,” you kiss him on the lips, peck them repeatedly until he cannot help himself and lifts you up to hug you tight. His arms rest along your back and his hands on your sides, fingers sprawled out underneath where your bra had been in the morning. You must’ve taken it off too. He loves you comfortable. 

“You just love my hands,” he retorts, nose against your cheek, “Don’t deny it. I see right through ya.”

“It’s definitely not completely wrong,” you admit when he sets you down again.

You walk back to the kitchen, too tempted by the knowledge of what is in your kitchen cabinet. You only take half, proclaiming some bullshit that you have to watch out for your blood sugar since one can never know when it’s going to get you.

Joel rolls his eyes, following you, “I can give ya some sugar.”

“Joel Miller!” You pretend to look shocked. He tastes the peanut butter in your mouth, pushes you against the counter. 

“Gross,” a teenage girl’s voice says.

“Oh right, Sarah’s home,” you announce sheepishly.

Joel pulls away to look at his daughter, “Hey kiddo. How was school?”

“You don’t care about that,” she smirks, “But if you must know, it was fine. No homework.” 

“That don’t sound like Mrs. uhhh…”

“Green, it’s Ms. Green, Dad,” Sarah says dramatically as she moves across the floor to put on shoes. Her tone turns taunting, “Go ahead and make out with your girlfriend. I’m going to soccer practice.”

“Have fun, Sarah! We’ll have dinner ready,” you chime in. 

“See ya, honey.”

The door closes behind her. The house grows quiet for a moment, but then the mischief is back in your eyes, “She’s seeing a boy.”

Joel nearly gets whiplash, not sure why his pulse spikes. He trusts his daughter to make good decisions and has taught her how since she was just a baby, “Nah, she ain’t. Just said she’s going to soccer practice.”

“Joel,” you sigh loudly, “It’s Tuesday.”

“So?”

“She has practice on Thursdays.” 

“Christ,” he runs a hand over his stubble, tries to keep his composure, and ignores the urge to send her a text. 

“But you know what?” You’re back in his personal space, tugging at his arms to make him hold you close again, “Such a fun coincidence. I’m also seeing a boy.”

Joel can feel the tension seeping out of him in an instant.

“Really? ‘Cause I’m seein’ a girl. She’s real pretty,” he wishes that he could show his past self how tooth-rottingly sweet he is being with you because he’d hate it. Though if past-Joel found out who he was treating like this, he’d instantly become a goner just like present-Joel is now. 

“‘S her sweet tooth, unhinged behavior that I love the most though,” he continues. 

You whine in his arms, lean your head back and it earns you a kiss on your neck, “Don’t be like that. Not when I’m ovulating. I’ll climb you like a tree.”

Oh.

Oh.

It may seem innocent but Joel knows this is how you play dirty. It suddenly explains a lot. The sweatpants, the rosy cheeks, the way you glow, no bra, the cravings, why Joel wants you so bad.

Joel wouldn’t say that he is controlled by biology, and he hates the men trying to argue their way out of acting like cavemen. But looking at you right now in your stupid strawberry tank top, knowing that you’re horny and ready because your body wants to make him a daddy... Joel’s head swims. 

Something shifts in the air. You can see it on him, but Joel assumes that you wait for him to act on whatever is bubbling up in his chest and below his belt.

And act, he does. He distracts you with deep, long kisses until he can snatch you up from the ground and carry you upstairs. You squeak out a giggle but don’t fight back, enjoying the freedom of being alone with him.

“That’s why you’re so fucking sexy,” Joel says after placing you on your shared bed. He is already shedding himself of his shirt, undressing hurriedly to get close to your skin with his own as quickly as possible.

You crawl back on the bed, untying the strings of your sweatpants and yanking them down your legs. You match his urgency, but still decide to tease him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Shut your mouth,” he yanks the rest of your pants off as soon as he is naked in front of you. He throws them in the pile of his own clothes, “You know exactly what I’m talking about, dirty girl.”

You’re just about to take your top off before Joel stops you with a hand curled around the hem. He knows you’re sensitive at this point in your cycle, but it’s not why he wants to keep it on, “I love how cute you are in this shirt. Keep it on like this.” 

He crawls properly onto the bed to demonstrate and tugs the shirt up over your tits so he can still see the stupid animated fruit on the front. Afterward, he tugs your panties down your legs and off your feet. He will swear to a higher power that he can even smell it on you, sweet like strawberries and honey between your legs and it makes him feel like an animal. 

He has had baby fever for a while now, even told you his plans on giving you a whole bunch of babies and you’ve merely giggled at him, especially when he told you that twins don’t run in his family, but he is sure that nature will give him a whole litter with you. 

“Want me to eat you out?” He asks to which you whimper and nod. He doesn’t give you what you want right then and there, instead climbs up to cradle your head in his hands and gives you a long, slow kiss. He sucks on your tongue, hums into your mouth, and gets you worked up and wet before he’ll treat you right. 

“Tell me,” he says when he breaks the kiss, nosing along the bunched-up fabric of his new favorite top of yours. He sucks at the skin between your breasts, places open-mouthed kisses along the swell of the left whilst cupping the right. 

“I want you to eat my pussy,” you moan softly, running a hand over his hair as he licks a nipple. You slide your fingers into it, but you don’t tug at it unless you feel like you need to hold onto it for dear life. 

“God, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls before going further down your body, his spit leaving a shine where his mouth has been, “Can’t believe I own these tits.”

He goes further down, lets out a satisfied noise when he can see between your legs, “—and this pussy.” 

“Yes, it’s yours, fuck, baby,” you sound delirious already, happy and eager to be touched, on the verge of a giggle even, “Joel, need your mou—“

You gasp loudly into the quiet bedroom. Joel has covered you with his mouth, eyes almost rolling back into his skull at the taste of your ripe cunt. He is too lost in you, a complete idiot with how head over heels he is for you, and he shows it by devouring you like he is starved. 

“Baby!” You cry out, sensitive, “Fuuuck— just like that!”

He watches your thighs twitch in his peripheral, holds you down by placing a strong hand just below your belly button, and uses his thumb on said hand to pull the hood of your clit back. He sucks the little now-hard nub into his mouth, sending you into a state where he is unsure if you can even sense the sheets underneath you. If you had superpowers, he surely would’ve made you lift off the bed as if you were possessed. 

He bobs his head a little, probably looking obscene as he hums against your clit and wiggles his head too. He looks up at you through his lashes, sees the red flush on your chest, and knows that you are close. Christ, he hasn’t been this into someone before. 

“I’m gonna— you’re gonna make me—“ you say like always, announcing your departure from reality. He keeps going, feeling your stomach jump in a stuttering manner underneath his palm with how uneven your breathing has become. 

“Fuck, I’m coming!” You sob with a yank of Joel’s hair and suddenly your thighs are shaking violently without your control. Joel can feel you coming before you announce it, your cunt clenching rapidly against his lips and your clit pulsing in his mouth as he sucks your folds into his mouth. You taste so good as a gush on slick smears his lips and chin even more. He laps it up.

You push him away when he gets too much, and he turns his head to kiss your inner thigh. You finally release the giggle that you’ve been suppressing, drunk on dopamine and Joel falls in love with you a bit more. 

“You’re fucking incredible,” you say. The hand in his hair slides down so you can affectionately run your knuckles over his cheek. He responds by gently rubbing your thighs, soothing you on top of putting such strain on your heart and your breath. You hum, “I love you so much.”

Without warning, he smacks your thigh and you sit up straight. He grins, “Love ya too, sweetheart. Think you can give me one more before I fuck ya?”

“Jesus, what’s gotten into you?” You ask genuinely as you lower onto your back again. 

“Wanna fuck a baby into you,” he replies, voice an octave lower than normal. He senses your shiver without having to look at your face, “Please. Wanna get her red and puffy so it fucking sticks.” 

You let out an involuntary moan at the idea. You want this as much as him, he hopes, and he slides two fingers into your neglected pussy whilst he waits for the green light to fill you up. He crooks them upwards, fingers the spongy spot that only seems to have been discovered by him, “Lemme in. Lemme come in you.”

You’ve been off the pill for a while with the reasoning that it wasn’t doing any good for your body. Joel had stocked up on condoms since then, actually filled the top drawer of his nightstand to the brim because honey, we’re young and healthy, red-blooded Americans. But it had planted the idea in his mind that he could potentially knock you up, and suddenly the stash of condoms was being used rapidly. 

“Okay,” you say with a half-moan, “Fuck, okay.”

Joel immediately sits up on his knees, still fucking you open on his hand. You squirm underneath his touch, trying to get a hold of your breathing this time, holding eye contact with him as he drags another orgasm from you. 

It is much less hurried and a lot more intense, muscles clamping down on his digits rhythmically as you bite your lip and close your eyes with a soft gasp. He can’t decide if he finds this more sexy. 

“Did you mean it?” He asks as he trails kisses up your belly. He kneels between your legs and places an elbow on either side of your chest so he can hold both your breasts in his hands. He squeezes them together, sucks on a nipple until you sigh deeply, and then watches them bounce back into place. 

“Yes,” you say and your voice doesn’t sound unsure at all, “Fuck yes, I want your babies. Wanted them since I saw you. Want you to make me a mommy.”

“The prettiest momma out there,” he says, euphoria evident on his face. He slides his arms underneath you, rests his head on your breasts, and hugs you close to his chest, “Wanna fuck ya.”

“Please,” you say softly, spreading your legs open for him but he has other plans. He releases you from his arms to sit up again, spreading his knees a little. His hands wrap around your ankles to lift your legs up onto his shoulders, your feet behind his ears. He leans over you afterward and bends your flexible legs backward until the front of his thighs are against the back of yours. He can go deep like this, fill you up with his come how he has wanted to for months.

He takes hold of his cock, eases it inside of your spent and warm cunt inch by inch. You feel incredible around his dick without a piece of rubber separating the two of you. He can feel the head of his dick nudge at your cervix, moaning quietly as he is engulfed by your wet, pulsating heat. 

“How are you still so fucking tight?” He groans, resting his forehead against your calf as he gives you a moment to adjust to the stretch. He knows he is big, gets a thrill out of how well you take him each time as if you were made specifically for him. There had been one time where he’d called you a trooper, and you had laughed so hard with his dick inside you that it had made him come. 

“You feel so big like this,” you say as you look down between the two of you, already sounding out of breath. Joel kisses your calf repeatedly and softly, trying to soothe your overwhelmed body. 

“Goddamn. You’re so sexy,” he praises, placing both hands on the sides of your head so he is hovering above you. He finds your hazy eyes, “Look at you.” 

He gives an experimental roll of his hips that makes you whimper, both hands reaching for the backs of his knees. You hold onto him, staring up into his eyes with that siren-like look in them, and then you moan softly.

Joel starts fucking you desperately at that. He doesn’t hurry though, keeps his hips’ movements slow and sensual to have you moaning and gasping ever so slightly at the intensity. He knows he could just give in and fuck you rough and fast, but the heavy-lidded gaze that you are giving him with your mouth hanging open is too good to spoil. 

“Joel,” you cry but it’s barely audible compared to what he sometimes drags from you. He can feel your nails dig into the flexing muscles of his thighs, creating half-moon shapes in the flesh. He switches to a rocking motion, and it sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You moan with your bottom lip between your teeth, “Mhm—“

“I know, baby, let it out,” he can see your pulse jumping wildly underneath the sensitive skin of your neck, feeling the heat of his orgasm pool at the base of his spine. He needs to be closer to you. 

“Lift your legs down to the sides,” he tells you gently, thrusts coming to a halt and him realizing that you’ve heard absolutely nothing. He repeats himself, waits for you to follow his instructions, and then hooks his arms underneath your knees. 

Joel gets closer to you by resting his weight on his elbows, his own body on top of your slightly contorted one. You reach for him, grabby hands in the air until he allows himself to be pulled in for a kiss. You cradle his face, make him feel safe in your arms. 

“I love you, baby,” he breathes deeply. The new position gives him an opportunity to reach deeper inside of you, and it’s accompanied by each upward snap of his pelvis causing his cockhead to push into your g-spot. It makes it difficult for you to continue kissing him, eventually simply breathing into his mouth as he has you speared on his dick. Never once do you let go of his face, thumbs on his cheekbones, and tip of your nose against his. 

“I love you,” you whisper, unable to catch your breath. Joel can feel your walls flutter around his dick, threatening to pull his own climax from him too soon. You pant, eyes burning, “You— baby, shit… you’re gonna make me come.”

“Yeah?” He speeds up a little, carding a hand through your hair and gently tugging on the bun. He coaxes you, “Gonna milk my cock into you? Make me a daddy?”

“Yeah,” you whimper wantonly, tightening your legs into his sides as you try moving with him, “Yeah, baby. Gonna make you a daddy! Fuckfuckfuck. Ah— I’m, I—“

Joel doesn’t know if he’s ever made you come like this; without all the muscle and rough touches, without the fast-paced snaps of his hips and the foul taunting from his mouth of how dirty you are. But come you do, with your brows furrowed, gaze on his and a controlled breathing that suddenly becomes erratic and uneven after you let out a high-pitched cry. 

“That’s it,” he admires you, “So good f’me.”

You clamp down on his cock so hard that he sees stars, fucks you through each convulsion of your cunt. His mouth drips with filth as he works himself toward his own pleasure, “You make me so fucking horny, baby. Wanna knock— ngh, wanna knock this pretty pussy up all the time. Give ya a whole fuckin’ litter.”

He tips over the edge not long after, heart pounding in his chest and the sensation in his balls tightening. He releases with a groan, settles deep inside of you to make sure he doesn’t waste a single drop. His orgasm pulses through his cock, swirls in his belly, and warms the small of his back. 

“Fuuuck,” he pants. He carefully removes his arms from underneath your legs before he collapses, allowing you to stretch out underneath him. You look completely fucked out, gasping feebly as he teasingly gives you another thrust before pulling out. 

You wrap your arms around him as he falls onto you, nose against the shell of his ear. He can barely lift his head when you speak, humming into your neck that vibrates as you talk, “You think other people have sex this good?”

“Nah, ‘s why everyone is so fuckin’ miserable, why they gotta build mansions with their parents’ money,” he murmurs. 

“Stop thinking about the hotshot client in bed,” you tease as you cradle his head in your arms, lifting your legs to wrap them around his waist. It seems you cannot get close enough, “You should only think about sticky, sweaty me.”

Joel finds that he doesn’t care about sticky, sweaty skin and you feeling like a furnace after three orgasms. He lays with you like this for a while, sure that you’ve drifted off to sleep at one point, until you push at his shoulder, voice back to your normal pitch as the post-orgasmic bliss has faded slowly, “Gotta pee.” 

“Sure,” he rolls off of you. The sight of your waddle to the bathroom makes him smile, eyes following the way the fleshiest part of your ass and thighs jiggle with each step. 

When you’ve closed the door behind you, Joel finds the strength to rid the bed of the dirty sheets and start dressing again. He’ll have a shower before bed, he decides, ignoring the sensitivity of sliding on boxers and jeans again. 

Hurriedly, he bounces down the stairs to the kitchen. He gets the rest of your peanut butter cup, places it on the nightstand with your clothes right beside it. 

He checks the time. There’s no point in trying to cook something up for dinner if Sarah is home from ‘practice’ soon, so he goes down into the kitchen to order pizza, heart thrumming in his chest as he hears you shout a thank you from upstairs at the discovery of the other half of your favorite snack. He is happy. So so happy.

Especially as he writes ‘pregnancy test’ into his Notes app shopping list.

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[fabuloustrash05]

10 Donatello Headcanons

He’s fluent in the most languages out of his brothers. He knows Japanese (Leo is more fluent than him tho), French, Latin, knows Morse code, sign language and can read lips.

He has secret storage areas and safes hidden around the lair to keep personal things away from his brothers such as sweet treats and snacks, rare collector items and spare cash.

He helps make his family money by working part time as a hotline for IT support, helping people fix their computers and other tech items through a phone call.

He is the one everyone trusts the most with personal matters. Oftentimes his brothers or friends will visit him in the lair while he’s working and rant to him about their day/problems. Everyone says he’s “such a good listener” because he doesn’t judge or interpret you. He just agrees and nods along as they talk. Turns out (and unknown to everyone), he isn’t actually paying attention or even listening. He’s too focused on his work to realize someone is using him as a free therapist.

He has written hundreds of love letters/poems confessing his feelings for April, but she hasn’t read a single one of them. He never had the courage to give her any of them, thinking they weren't good enough, so Donnie stores and hidden them in one of his many secret safes he has hidden around the lair.

He loves peanut butter. His favorite types of snacks or treats have peanut butter in them. Reese's peanut butter cups, PB&Js, apple slices dipped in peanut butter, you name it!

He’s terrified of large needles and getting shots. He also has a slight fear of bees/wasps/hornets, specifically because of their stingers. But unlike Raph, he is better at hiding this little phobia.

The gap in his tooth was caused because he was a thumb sucker as a baby. Though Splinter tried his best to stop this bad habit while Donnie was growing up, Donnie didn't stop sucking his thumb till he was 4 years old, resulting in the gap teeth. So he really needs braces.

He loves romantic comedies. They are his guilty pleasure.

Despite everyone's assumptions, the debate of science vs magic does not bother him. He's experienced magic and paranormal things before so to him there’s no point in arguing about it. What truly gets under his skin is stupid over the top conspiracy theories such as "gravity is not real", "moon landing was fake", "the earth is flat", etc. Shinigami is the one who likes to mess with him the most on this subject since she knows the magic vs science discussion wont make him snap.

Michelangelo Headcanons | Raphael Headcanons | Leonardo Headcanons

[buttercreamdicks]

[Hey! You! This post has now been expanded into a fic called “The Boy in the Woods.” Please enjoy. Thank you.]

I keep thinking about the best friend haul, and Rhett saying it was "found near a creek in 1984," and the supernatural Link theme, and it's giving me Bridge to Terabithia vibes like what if instead of meeting in first grade Rhett actually went wandering in the woods at age seven and found this shaggy-haired boy-thing by a creek and ran back home and brought it his old sneakers and clothes, and showed it his wrestling action figures, and taught it to speak. Its name is Link. Imagine the first time he introduced it to bubblegum, and fresh popped popcorn, and Twinkies. It lives almost exclusively on a diet of Reese's peanut butter cups. Imagine the first time Rhett gives it a haircut, and brushes its hair back from its face, and its proud little smile when Rhett says it looks handsome. Rhett brings it a coloring book full of mythical beasts from school, and somehow it already knows all the animals. There are things that live in the forest that it is afraid of. Rhett has never seen them, doesn't even know if they're real, but it draws their pictures over and over. To make them seem less scary, Rhett names them The Randler -- for R and L, Rhett and Link, he shows Link when he's teaching him how to write.

Everyone thinks Rhett has an imaginary friend till he's way older than he should, till Rhett actually starts bringing Link around, telling people he's from a different town, he goes to a different school. Link always says something weird, doesn't really get the whole people thing at first, but Rhett covers for him. They spend every day together. The boy grows almost as tall as he does.

It almost kills Rhett when he graduates high school and realizes he's going to have to move away from the boy in the woods. Freshman year, at least the days he can't sneak Link into the dorm, is hell. So he comes up with a plan: They'll get an apartment. They'll get Link a job. Link starts doing Rhett's homework with him, and it turns out Link is brilliant. He can play a bunch of instruments -- the trumpet, the shruti box, he even makes the recorder sound good. There is a pit of guilt in Rhett's stomach that he never thought about Link needing to go to school.

So he makes up a fake diploma, some fake credentials, and he gets Link enrolled in college with him. They go to a frat party for the first time together, shotgun their first beers. Link is a total lightweight, he falls in love when he's tipsy and cries when he's drunk. Rhett has to wrap him up tight in his comforter when they get home. Their apartment comes with a battered old set of pots and pans left behind by the last roommates, and Rhett learns to cook while Link watches. Link mostly learns to use the microwave. Link can take twice the courseload, finishes in half the time, so they can graduate together. They make a plan to move to a bigger city. They go on double-dates together, and Link even starts to like a girl. Rhett feels a pit of something else in his stomach he doesn't know how to name.

Everything is going great, Rhett thinks, everything is going according to plan. But some nights he wakes up and peeks into Link's room and Link isn't there. The first times it happens, Rhett calls his name in a whisper, looks around the whole apartment and turns on all the lights, but he can't find him. In the morning Link is back in the kitchen eating cereal, where he should be.

The next few times Link disappears, Rhett goes further than the apartment, out into the dark, walking around their neighborhood with a flashlight at first, and then with no light at all, still whisper-calling Link's name. Link always comes back by the morning. Rhett starts to notice that on the nights when Link doesn't disappear, he doesn't really sleep either. Rhett sometimes stands by his bedroom door to hear him tossing and turning, humming songs to himself. Rhett learns to navigate their streets by moonlight, stops whispering Link's name into the empty humid night air, just walks in the quiet darkness between the street lights, trying not trip over the uneven pavement cracks, looking for his friend.

He tries to imagine what Link is doing, sometimes, while he walks. At first he thinks maybe out with a girl that he doesn't want to tell Rhett about, but then that seems unlikely, Link seems as devoted to his girlfriend as ever. Then he thinks maybe getting into trouble, out at some bar or bent over some pool table, some group of assholes goading him to snort a line or to bet on the corner pocket, all the people who might take advantage of someone like Link, who still doesn't really understand people, still doesn't really understand what it means not to be entirely honest. But mostly Rhett pictures Link wandering the neighborhood just like he is, sweating on warm nights and wrapping his arms around himself on cold, under the dark black sky. It's blanker than the sky where they grew up, the orange lights along the big-town streets block out all the stars.

In fact he imagines when he finally finds Link, one of these nights, he'll grab him by the shoulders and say "What are you doing, man?" and then walk him home, and that'll be the end of it.

But what actually happens is one night he makes a left turn, and takes a walk through the park. Or at least, their little city calls it a park -- really it's nothing more than a playground and a glorified patch of unkempt trees, the last refuge of suburban deer. Rhett walks past the swingset and the slide, onto the little path into the wooded area, idly dragging his hands along the overhanging branches and leaves. And then he sees him. Link, in his little nest of soft grass and dirt, sleeping soundly.

Rhett gulps down some feeling, swallows it hard, and turns to walk quickly back home.

But he goes back the next few nights, just to watch. Link sleeps at the bases of trees, curled up in the roots, a little smile on his face. Rhett starts to notice how many fallen leaves he tracks into the apartment. The chunks of dirt that fall powder dry off his shoes when he stomps his feet at the door. How when they're out in the city, his hands are shaky. He startles back at every close-passing car. At night, asleep in his own private forest, the moonlight glitters off of his dark hair, which he's been growing long again.

Rhett remembers that first haircut, the way Link looked with his hair swept back from his forehead, clipped uneven by Rhett's mom's stolen kitchen scissors. The way Link delighted in food with crinkling cellophane wrappers. How happy he seemed not to be alone anymore in the woods, where the Randlers could get him. When Rhett brought his sleeping bag and called it "camping" to his brother and spent the night, Link curled against Rhett's side, putting Rhett's body between him and the quiet empty night. A funny thing was, over the years, Link had learned to cut Rhett's hair too, and their friends', he really enjoyed it. He had hands that fluttered gently around Rhett's face, soft fingertips that brushed the little bits of hair from the back of Rhett's neck. He always stood Rhett in front of the bathroom mirror afterward, to make sure Rhett liked it, and Rhett always looked at the reflection of Link's hopeful, happy face behind him. That first haircut, Rhett had snuck a shaving mirror from his parents' house too, and stashed it in his backpack. He remembered how proud Link looked when he saw his own face. But he also remembered afterward, Link's hands coming up out of habit to tug at the hair, now gone. Rhett had always pushed his hands down, told him, "Stop doing that, it makes you look weird."

Now he sits and watches Link, asleep in the grass and the rustling leaves. It's getting late into the fall, and here in the park, Rhett notices for the first time, away from the lights, up through the baring branches, you can see more of the stars. Asleep like this, Link's face is boyish and peaceful. His hair is a mess, there are twigs in it, the shaggy back of his head all ruffled from sleep. It makes little wings where it curls down over his ears. That was the first thing Rhett with his kitchen scissors had clipped away. And Rhett thinks to himself: What have I done?

[munson-blurbs]

You want angst? I got some angst for you. Best friend!reader who has been in love with Eddie for years and he finally starts to date her. But then she finds out it’s only because he’s trying to get over Chrissy. I love youuuu 💚

- @corroded-hellfire xoxo

You: Eddie x Reader angst, please. Me: Chrissy x Reader fluff? You got it!

Warnings: mentions of smut (18+ minors DNI), bisexual!Reader, bisexual!Chrissy, mention of male masturbation, allusion to dacryphilia, Eddie is an idiot and not in a cute way

WC: 2.3k

A/N: My first time writing Chrissy x Reader; please be kind!

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If someone took a Hellfire Club meeting, subtracted the matching shirts, and added beer, it would equal Jeff’s graduation party. The guys just finished a D&D campaign and are now hanging out in the kitchen, arguing over who gets to choose the radio station. 

“Baby,” Eddie murmurs in your ear, one arm slung over your shoulder, “will you please tell Henderson that Duran Duran is not party music?” You giggle as he presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek. Back at the start of senior year–your first and only, his third and last–the two of you were just friends, but you’d always hoped for something more. So when he kissed you on Halloween, tasting like cigarettes and Reese's peanut butter cups, it was practically a dream come true.

Dustin rolls his eyes and flips him off. “Stop making your girlfriend do all your dirty work for you.” He leans over and turns the volume up even louder, shooting Eddie a smug look.

“Aww, but I love when she does dirty stuff,” Eddie taunts, and you smack the back of your hand against his chest. “Ow!”

“Don’t be gross,” you warn him, but when he brings his arm around your waist and pulls you in for another kiss, your irritation melts away. You can hear Mike Wheeler making retching noises, but you’re too wrapped up in Eddie to care.

You finally break away to excuse yourself to the restroom, both your lips and Eddie’s swollen from the day’s various makeout sessions. The whole summer stretches ahead of you, and you plan on spending as much of it with Eddie as possible before you leave for college. The two of you already have a plan: he’ll stay in Hawkins for a year to work at the plant with Wayne, save up money, and move to Indianapolis with you. You’ll live on campus until Eddie comes, and then you can get an apartment together.

You’re reapplying lip gloss when you hear your name come up in conversation, and your ears prick up.

“So, you and Y/N got it all figured out?” Gareth asks your boyfriend, who relays your future plans to his friend.

“Nice,” Jeff chimes in, clapping Eddie on the back. “We’re happy for you, dude.”

“Yeah, man,” says Lucas. “And we’re especially glad you’re finally over Chrissy.”

You can’t help the way your face falls slightly. It’s no secret that Eddie had harbored a crush on the head cheerleader for years, but you still feel a pathetic twinge of jealousy at the mention of her name. But he’s yours now, you remind yourself, trying to cheer up.

Jeff’s laugh interrupts your thoughts. “I told you; there’s no better way to get over Chrissy than to get Y/N under you.”

“Shut up, man!” Eddie hisses, but it’s too late. You’ve heard everything.

The guys are silent as the bathroom door slowly creaks open. Tears are falling from your eyes, sliding down the cheeks that Eddie had just kissed moments earlier. “I-I’m gonna go,” you choke out, grabbing your bag and dashing out of Jeff’s house as fast as your legs will carry you.

“Shit—sweetheart, wait!” Eddie calls out, running after you. You ignore him, but he catches up in just a few strides. “Baby, baby, please talk to me.”

“Why did you kiss me on Halloween?” you blurt out, swiping at your eyes. “Tell me!”

Eddie swallows the lump in his throat. “I was selling at a party, and I saw Chrissy leave with Carver,” he mumbles. “And the guys said that you had a crush on me and—and that I should just go for it, because I needed to move on from her…”

“And I wouldn’t say no,” you finish for him, a harsh laugh leaving your throat. “You could get your dick wet and I wouldn’t know any better, is that it?”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head, vehemently denying your accusation. “No, baby, I—”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” you seethe, clenching your fists. 

It’s Eddie’s turn to cry now, and a sliver of satisfaction worms its way into your pain. “It was never about sex,” he says softly. “Yeah, okay, I asked you out to get over her. But I genuinely love you, okay? God, I love you so fucking much.” He reaches for your hands, but you pull them away and turn back towards your car. 

“No, you don’t,” you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear. “Maybe you think you do, but when you love someone, you don’t fuck with their emotions like you did. Tell me, what would you have done if the kiss wasn’t good? Or you didn’t like being with me? Would you have kept on pretending? For how long?” 

Eddie’s silent, gnawing at his lower lip. “I-I don’t know,” he finally stammers out. 

Through misty eyes, you take one last look at him. “Did it work, Eddie? If Chrissy Cunningham showed up right now and professed her love for you, who would you choose?” His hesitation tells you everything you need to know. “That’s what I fucking thought.” You yank open the driver’s side door and slam it shut before speeding down the road. 

~

With the help of your friends and myriad flavors of Haagen-Daaz, you’d managed to get through your first Eddie-less summer in years. Even before you were dating, you’d been attached at the hip. Now, you've done your best to avoid him. 

College move-in day comes and goes, and you eagerly anticipate the first day of classes. The campus is huge, so when you finally find your English lit class in Kinney Hall, you plop into the first available seat. 

What you don’t realize is that you’ve chosen to sit right next to Chrissy fucking Cunningham. 

“Y/N, right?” she asks. Her strawberry blonde hair falls in gentle waves. “It’s so nice to see a familiar face around here. That whole ‘small fish, big pond’ saying is totally true.”

“Mhm,” you reply tersely. You have to mentally tell yourself that she’s not at fault here, and you attempt to smile. 

Chrissy picks up on your resistance. “Is everything okay?” Worry creases her forehead, and you realize she’s genuinely concerned. 

You sigh. “It’s a long story; wanna grab coffee after class?”

“I’d love that.” She reaches over and squeezes your hand, and you feel a spark jolt through your body. 

~

You relay the saga to Chrissy over steaming lattes in the dining hall. Her crystal blue eyes widen when she hears how Eddie used you to move on from his crush on her. 

“What a little weasel!” she shouts, slapping her hand over her mouth when other students glare at her. “Men are the absolute worst.” She takes a sip of her coffee. 

You raise your eyebrows. “I take it you and Jason…”

Chrissy scoffs. “Over and out. He dumped me the day before I left, saying he ‘didn’t wanna be tied down,’ which is basically code for ‘I wanna fuck a bunch of sorority girls.”

“Well, now you can fuck a bunch of frat guys,” you jokingly offer. 

“Yeah,” she muses, averting her gaze to the ground, “or…or sorority girls.”

Oh. 

“Cool,” you say slowly. “I didn’t know…I mean, I’m really glad you can be yourself.” Why are you getting so tongue-tied around her? Sure, she’s beautiful, and sweet, and funny, and understanding…

Oh. 

~

The first time you kiss Chrissy Cunningham is in her dorm room. You’re both sitting cross-legged on the bed, proofreading each other’s midterm essays. 

“You know,” she starts, “I was always jealous of you in high school.” She laughs at the bewildered expression on your face. “I’m serious! Don’t give me that look!”

“I’m sorry, but I refuse to believe that the Queen of Hawkins High was jealous of me.”

Chrissy giggles again, and the sound is music to your ears. “I felt like I had to try so hard to be a version of myself that other people liked, even if I didn’t. But you’ve always been so…authentic. And people loved that about you.” 

“Well, I wanted to look as cute as you did in a cheerleader uniform, so we’re even.” Your cheeks heat up at your admission, and you try to move on. “Plus, you were always so nice to everyone. Like, you could’ve been a total bitch to anyone who was different, but you weren’t. Which, by the way, made it nearly impossible to hate you after the whole Eddie fiasco.”

But Chrissy’s still caught up on what you’d said previously. “You thought I looked cute?” A blush creeps into her cheeks. 

“Uh-huh,” you murmur, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Still do.” Before you can chicken out, you press your lips to hers. She tastes like strawberries, and you can’t get over how soft she is. It’s like you were made to kiss each other. 

You’re both wanting for one another, but nothing’s rushed or too hungry. Chrissy makes her way onto your lap, straddling your waist as though she’s done it a thousand times before. It’s not until you hook your pointer finger through her belt loop and tug her a bit closer that she realizes what she’s done. 

“Shit, I-I’m sorry,” she stutters. “Got lost in the moment, I guess.”

You shake your head. “No, I liked it. A lot.” Your nerves ease when you feel hers do the same, and you both smile. 

Chrissy presses her forehead to yours. “You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” she murmurs. Not used to receiving compliments, you just start to kiss her again. You never want to stop. 

~

The two of you become inseparable, with all of your new friends declaring you campus’ cutest couple. You practically live in each other’s dorm room, snuggled up in tiny twin beds. 

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more. 

So it’s no surprise that you continue this when you return to Hawkins for the holidays. You’re in your kitchen, watching Chrissy pour a bag of chocolate chips into a bowl of raw cookie dough. 

“You’re a natural, babe,” you tease. “Have you considered dropping out of college and going to culinary school?”

She plays along, draping her arms over your shoulders and saying, “but I would miss my pretty girlfriend too much!” Her dramatic pout makes you smile, and you kiss it tenderly. 

The doorbell rings, and you offer to get it while Chrissy mixes in the chocolate. 

You swing open the door, expecting to see your mom carrying in the groceries. Instead, Eddie’s standing there. His face lights up when he looks at you, completely juxtaposing your scowl.

“What do you want?” You can’t hide the anger in your voice; quite frankly, you don’t want to.

Eddie shoves his hands in his pockets. “Can I come in?” he asks timidly.

“No.”

“O-Okay,” he stammers, running his fingers through his hair. “I just, um, I saw that you’re home from school and…God, I miss you s’fucking much,” he admits. His whole body sags with the confession. “I want you back…need you back, if you’ll take me. Unless you’re with some big-shot college guy now,” he adds wryly.

You stifle a laugh. “Not quite.” 

Right on cue, Chrissy flounces over to the entryway. “Baby, do you want me to put the cookies in the ov–oh,” she stops in her tracks and narrows her eyes. “Can we help you?”

“He was just leaving,” you reassure her, starting to close the door.

“Wait–did she just call you…” Eddie's eyes dart back and forth between you and Chrissy, trying to process what’s happening.

Chrissy snakes her arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “I called her baby,” she repeats, pressing a chaste kiss below your earlobe. “Just a term of endearment for my girlfriend.”

You place your hands over hers as she nuzzles closer into you. “I figured if someone was worth ruining our relationship over, I should see what all the fuss was about.”

You think that Eddie’s eyes are going to pop out of his head. “But…but…you and me,” he says to you before turning his attention to your partner, “and…and you and Carver…”

“Yeah,” you retort, “it’s called bisexuality, dumbass. We like men and women.”

“But we only have eyes for each other,” Chrissy informs him. 

“Plus,” you add snidely, “no one’s faking anything in this relationship.” Chrissy bites down into your shoulder to keep herself from cackling at your insult.

“You–you didn’t fake–with me?” Eddie sputters, barely able to choke out a coherent thought.

“Oh, Eddie, right there, you’re soooo good,” you dramatically moan, and neither you nor Chrissy can hold back your laughter as his jaw drops. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have cookies to bake.” With that, you slam the door in your ex’s bewildered face.

“Babe, that was so badass,” Chrissy says, and you preen at her praise. “You know that pervert is gonna go home and yank it thinking about us, though, right?”

You roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. Probably gonna cry while he cums, too, because he knows he can’t have either one of us now.”

Chrissy wrinkles her nose. “Now that’s a visual I didn’t need.” You swat at her playfully, and she continues. “Not like how you made me cry when I came the other night, though. That was something totally different.” Her grin is mischievous, and you know exactly where this is leading.

“Wanna see if I can do that again?” you ask, cupping her cheeks and kissing her gently.

“You read my mind, baby.”

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[iluvchick3nz]

I LOVE HOW YOU TALK ABOUT HOW LEO BLUSHES SO MUCH IN YOUR FICS ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER HES SO FLUSTERED ALL THE TIME

I'm trying to answer these in the order I received them, so don't worry if you don't see yours yet! They are a-comin'! ;)

Enjoy our flustered little sunshine baby! He's so adorable, it's INSANE!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove

“How’s my nutter-butter-peanut-lovernut-nutty-butty-sunshine-baby?”

Leo looked up from where he was stretching out on the mat, his mouth parted and his eyes wide. “Finn.”

“What?” Finn asked, confused. “What, did I say something?”

“I- you just- you can’t-”

“Hey Harz!” called James. “You got any more names to add to that list?”

“Yeah,” Thomas continued. “What about Reese’s peanut butter cup? Macadamia nut cookie? Planter’s peanuts?”

Finn rolled his eyes and turned to look at them. “Oh, ha-ha. You’re just jealous because Lily and Noelle aren’t allowed to practice with you.” He turned to gaze at Leo and bit his lip. “That is a right specifically reserved for me.”

“Fish,” Leo said. His face was bright red and his cheeks hot, but he was smiling. He looked so pretty like that, blonde hair splayed out on the floor beneath him and his arms stretched out over his head.

“Nuh-uh, you won’t get me to stop calling you that.” He knelt down beside Leo and squished his cheeks. “You’re my baby-baby-baby.” He kissed him soundly and whispered the phrase once more against his mouth. “My baby-baby-baby.”

When he pulled away, Leo was still blushing, but he didn’t look any less in love.

***

“Logan,” Leo gasped. “Logan, we’re in public-”

“Ouais, I don’t care,” Logan replied from his perch on Leo’s lap. He continued to suck at Leo’s neck and whispered in French against Leo’s ear. “I haven’t seen you in weeks; we should not be at a bar right now.”

“Je sais,” Leo said breathlessly. He ran his hands up and down Logan’s back to try and calm himself, although feeling his muscles underneath his shirt really did not help the situation. He looked around the dim bar at all the other people. “Je sais, but- but your teammates.”

“I don’t care what they think,” Logan said lowly. “They all know, so I don’t care.” He pulled back and his gaze was fiery. “I want you.”

Leo took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. “Lo, Lo we have to go.” 

Logan grinned and leaned in to brush their noses. “Your face is so red, mon coeur.”

“Yeah, well, you keep talking like that.”

“I think you like it,” Logan replied. He kissed Leo’s cheek. “You look so gorgeous when you blush. You look so gorgeous all the time.”

That made Leo’s face even redder around his grin. “Stop that.”

“Non,” Logan said. “Non, never.” He tugged at Leo’s hair. “Let’s go find Fish, then we can-”

“Hello, lovers,” Finn’s voice sounded, as if on cue. He put a hand on Logan's back, tilting his head and smiled knowingly. “Lo, what did you say to him? Le, you’re all flushed.”

“I- he-”

“Take me home,” Logan interrupted. He settled himself further in Leo’s lap and pressed kisses all over his cheeks. “Now, right now, let’s go home, and I’ll make you blush even more.”

Finn let out a delighted laugh and cupped Leo’s cheek. “Oh, I can definitely get behind that.” He kissed Leo’s forehead. “Let’s go, gorgeous. Tomorrow I’ll take you both out to breakfast, show you the city.”

“Non,” Logan answered, grinning cheekily. “I’ll show you, the city. But first I want to show you my sheets.”

“Jesus,” Leo said. If possible, he was blushing even harder. “Oh God, let’s just get out of here. This is embarrassing, I’m so red.”

Logan laughed and kissed his rosy cheeks. “With pleasure, mon soleil.”

***

“Fucking- jeez, your forearms, Le.”

“Hm?” Leo looked up from where he was kneading pizza dough at the counter. “What?”

Finn didn’t looked away from his hands. “Just, your forearms. And your hands, ugh.” He put his hand on his forehead as if checking for a fever. “I’m just- you’re gonna kill me. Too sexy.” He spread his hands out as if reporting a news title. “Here lies Finn O’Hara- absolutely obliterated by his boyfriend’s hot bread-kneading forearm veins.”

Leo laughed and dusted some more flour on his hands. “You’re ridiculous.”

“No I’m not. Lo!”

“Quoi?” 

“Get in here, on the double! I need your professional opinion on something.”

Logan came sliding in from their bedroom, finishing slipping his hands through Leo’s sweatshirt sleeves and pulling up the hood. His hair fluffed out from underneath. “Quoi? What’s happening?”

Finn turned towards him seriously. “I need you to watch.”

Logan furrowed his brow. “Huh? Watch what?”

Finn grasped onto his shoulders and turned him to look at Leo, who was shaking his head and blushing around a grin. “Just watch his hands. Watch them.”

“I told you, you’re ridiculous-”

“Just wait, nutter butter, you’ll see. Lo will agree with me.”

Logan dutifully watched for a few moments. His gazed was transfixed on Leo’s hands, stretching and pulling the dough, his forearms working it into the counter, his veins pulsing on every push-

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. He looked up to Leo, a light dusting of red dotting his cheeks. “Ouais, I see now.”

“Right?” Finn concurred, breathless. Leo wondered if he could tell how red his neck and ears were. “I mean- just, right?”

Leo bit his lip and looked at them through his lashes. “You like this?”

Logan nodded as if in a trance. “Ouais. Yes, yeah, I really like it.”

“Well,” Leo said. He wiped his hands on a towel and came around the counter. Both of his boys were flushed and watching him, eyes a little wide. He ducked down to kiss at Finn’s neck, then Logan’s lips when they came searching for him. He pulled away and dropped a devastating wink. “How about you make yourselves useful and chop the toppings for dinner?”

Finn spluttered. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yup,” Leo deadpanned. “Chop, chop, O’Hara. You’re on sausage and chicken duty. Tremblay, peppers and onions, please.” He looked up and smirked. “I, however, am going to finish up this pizza dough.”

His boys, their faces as red as the tomato sauce waiting to top their pizzas, just groaned and went to take out some knives.

[dickarchivist]

Sir! I am here to ask for some Phantom lore crumbs!

Your OCs are so great! Much big thanks for sharing them!

Hello friend I am here with some Lore and Trivia 👀

Thank you so much for asking about Phantom ♡ he's a good good boy

Misc Lore and Trivia for Phantom

Tommy's favorite color is yellow, he's loved it since he was a little guy. 💛

As far as nicknames based on his name goes, Tommy is his favorite. Tom is also acceptable, he doesn't mind it at all. Sometimes his brothers will call him "Phanny" like Fanny when he's being mischievous.

Phantom was the 4th in Grave Squad to get his name.

If Tommy was a dog, he would be a blue heeler

When he was little, Phantom was put in solitary for attacking Nal Tsuba, their kaminoan care taker. He attacked her because she shaved Wraith's hair and made him cry.

Phantom is incredibly protective over Wraith, even more than their other brothers.

He feels he needs to be "on" at all times and has been described as "Relentlessly Optimistic."

He has a little bird tattoo on his heart

His favorite earth candy bar would be a reeses peanut butter cup

His ears are pierced because someone gave him earrings as a gift, and he got so excited he has Wraith pierce his ears that same night so he could wear them right away.

His helmet is painted with the face of a Raxshir, and was inspired by seeing Dax'Malkin in battle for the first time.

When asked, "If you were an animal, what would you be?" He always has two answers. His practical answer is a Raxshir, but his fun answer is a tooka

He takes on the roll of Athena's father figure rather quickly, even before they both understood the dynamic was father/daughter.

Athena is his favorite person in the entire galaxy, he'd do anything for her.

Taglist under the cut!

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Random headcannons

I cant think of anything with price atm so enjoy the childrem please feel free to add on id love to start a headcannon chain

Ghost

Ghost is a gremlin at night. If you wake up in the middle of the night youll spot him in the kitchen not eating but devouring food. Its one after the other first its something sweet then salty and to top it off CHOCOLATE

He his a chocoholic he LOVES chocolate. Easter is one of his favorite holidays because of the chocolate bunnies. He will eat those lindt bunnies like a mad man. Theres always one in his hand

He always carries little chocolates around especially hershey kisses just for the sole reason to fuck with people.

"You want a kiss?" "Uhhh" *pulls out a hershey kiss*

Religiously Cracks his knuckles

He plays guitar and loves to chill out relax and jam out

Hates to play heavy metal he prefers to play more psychedelically music

Soap

He kicks with his left foot when he plays soccer.

He has osteoarthritis in his left knee from playing soccer causing him to wear his knee brace. He has chronic knee pain and it tends to get worse when it rains

Knows exactly when its going to rain because of his knee and its a bit freaky

LOVES FRUIT

Kiwis are his favorite

He can do the emo scream too well

Was secretly in a screamo band when he was in highschool

He used to skateboard back in highschool but quit when he broke his arm doing a dumbass stunt

He can only do a kickflip now

He plays the drums

He will stand or squat int the middle of a room hyper fixating on whatever hes reading, working on, watching, ect he wont move until its done or he looses interest in it

He has a waterproof speaker in his shower that he plays and SINGS so loud

He's actually a pretty decent singer

Gaz

He sleeps with a bonnet

He absolutely loves marshmallows and will casually eat a bag of them

King of chubby bunny

A BRAIDING KING no matter how short the hair is HE CAN BRAID IT.

He eats peanut butter straight from the jar

CRUNCHY PEANUT BUTTER STAN

hes a slut for reese's peanut butter cups and the MINI M&MS OF THEM OH LORD TAKE THEM AWAY HELL EAT THEM LIKE A MAD MAN

He loves to eat oranges and will

A.) eat a whole bag if clementines and oranges in one sitting

B). Forget about them and have them rot in the fridge

He has a collection of squishmellows on his bed and has a name for every one of them

SAS MASTER: his comebacks are legendary and dont get me started on the your mom jokes

Religously drinks ginger beer

He loves those fruity cocktails he'll usually order a moscow mule or a cosmopolitan

He loves to read and will finish a book within a day

He read the whole percy jackson series in less than a week

His house is FILLED to the brim with books hes got a cute little catty corner in his house that he likes to curl up and read his book

Has a tumblr and writes fanfiction only soap know about it

[astra-galaxie]

☾★☆☠✿♡♥☯▼for yann toussaint please'slides in a box of reese peanut butter cups'

*Takes the box of Reese's peanut butter cups*

Well, since you asked so nicely!😉

☾ - sleep headcanon

I’ve done a sleep headcanon for Yann before, so I think I’ll just paraphrase and add to it!

Yann is an early riser and very much a morning person. He loves waking up with the sunrise (sometimes even earlier) and always feels well-rested in the mornings, even on nights when he doesn't get as much sleep as usual. He’ll only feel exhausted after waking up if he was up working late on a difficult case. His brain can't turn off properly to let him go into a deep sleep, so he tosses and turns throughout the night until he eventually has to get up. But regardless of how he sleeps, he’ll always start his day with a fresh cup of coffee.

★ - sad headcanon

His necklace was the last gift he ever received from his parents. They gave it to him the morning of his fourteenth birthday, hours before they would be murdered. After seeing his parents’ bodies strung up like puppets, Yann was inconsolable for days. The entire time, he wouldn't let anyone take the necklace from him, scared to lose the last thing his parents would ever give him. Yann wears the necklace at all times, only taking it off if he absolutely must, and Jessica holds onto it for her husband until he can put it back on. Often, Yann can be caught fidgeting with the beads when he’s stressed, sad, or nervous. The necklace is a reminder that while his parents might be gone, Yann still carries a piece of them wherever he goes.

☆ - happy headcanon

Yann’s “Best DAD Ever” mug wasn’t actually a gift from his kids. In fact, he’s had the mug before he even became a father! The mug was originally a joke gift from Frank because the detective always teased him about being the “Dad” friend at the station. Frank didn't think Yann would actually use it, but the mug immediately became one of Yann’s favourites! It has been replaced a few times over the years, but the original mug remains in Yann’s house among some of his most treasured possessions.

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

It takes a lot for Yann to get angry. Usually, he won't yell when angry, but his voice gets cold, and his glare is murderous. However, if you manage to piss him off enough that he starts yelling, you better RUN and run fast! Yann’s anger is not to be tested, and many people have been scarred for life from witnessing the normally cheerful, happy-go-lucky man turn into a being of rage.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Yann’s favourite type of sex is slow and gentle. He likes to take his time pleasuring Jessica and making her feel good. He doesn't like sex to feel one-sided and wants his wife to enjoy it as much as he does. The two also have more rough sessions where they’ll leave bite marks and hickeys on each other. Even if they're not as young as they used to be, Yann and Jessica can be surprisingly adventurous with their sex life and get kinky when they want to.

♡ - romantic headcanon

Yann and Jessica still have date nights, though not as often as when they were dating or before having kids. They now have them once every two weeks and go out as just the two of them. They’ll go to their favourite restaurants, and afterwards, they might watch a movie, go to the carnival, or simply take a night-time walk through Jazz Town together. They still have family outings with their children, but Yann and Jessica enjoy getting to have some alone time with each other.

♥ - family headcanon

Yann's kids are named after his parents. Lily's middle name is Martha, and James's is Dominique.

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

Likes:

His family

Coffee

Travelling

Science

Nature

Dislikes:

Puppets

Abuse

Being alone

Decaf

Arrogance

▼ - childhood headcanon

Yann loved playing outside as a child, specifically in the small forest behind his house. He could spend hours outside, running around and pretending he was in an enchanted forest like the ones from fairy tales. He would climb the trees to the top, and if his mother didn’t catch him up there, he would admire the view above the treeline. Yann also used to collect cool rocks he would find and play with the frogs that hung around the pond in the forest. And at the end of the day, when it was time to go inside, Yann would bring a flower for his mother. Martha had a vase she would keep them in, taking out flowers after they wilted to make space for new ones.

And thus concludes another round of headcanons! Thanks for the chocolates and request, Issy!

[robin-the-blind-sniper-rifle]

Things I’ve Heard/Been Asked At Work As An Ice Cream Server

“Is it possible to make a mint milkshake?”

“This is too melty, I want something else (proceeds to come back two more times)”

“I’m a WALRUS!”

“Can I just get a cup of the Oreo toppings?”

“Do you have coffee?”

“Do you have hot dogs?”

“Do you have corn dogs?”

“Why is the restaurant next to you closed?”

“This tastes bad, I don’t like the pineapple (ordered something on the menu specifically made with pineapple)”

“That’s not how they made it in the 80’s.”

“Are there peanuts in the Reese’s item?”

“I can’t believe you don’t have walnuts, that’s all I wanted.”

*After failing at the card tap because they wouldn’t hold it for more than two seconds on the machine* “Well, the card works when you do it the other way.”

“Oh, I have a cat that looks just like that. His name is Peanut Butter.”

@ath3alin

[antlersofthevoid]

Sweet little Reese-boy!

During a company business trip, Tessa was the supervisor for a cleanout project, with the company going through abandoned warehouses and scrapping old projects.

Reese was still active and would have been overlooked if Tessa hadn't noticed the little bundle of blankets shaking behind a crate. He'd already been permamently marked for disassembly, with the end of his tail cut off, and had been deemed too much trouble for the company to try to repurpose, so he was set to be scrapped a few days after Tessa left.

She couldn't just leave him there. She and Zara already had their newborn daughter- and they were both little enough to be raised properly together, so she took him, and the company agreed to turn a blind eye.

The first night he spent with Tessa in the hotel, he was absolutely terrified and refused to let her come anywhere near him, simply sitting in the corner behind the chair and trembling. He eventually warmed up to Tessa and allowed her to clean him up and snuggle him. Upon arriving at home, he settled in quickly and became attached to his sister, never leaving Carmine's side throughout their childhood.

[He got his name because Tessa left him alone in the hotel room on the final day of the project she was supervising, and returned to find that he'd clawed his way into her snack stash and eaten three 2-packs of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.]

[the-starry-seas]

headcanons about Bee, Star, and Winter, because I've been talking about them with @loverboy-havocboy and I love them tbh

Bee:

His hair is long enough to be halfway down his back in a braid. When he's nervous, he reaches behind his back to tug at the end of his braid.

He likes the taste of nuts but not the crunchy texture so he just. Eats an extraordinary amount of peanut butter. His favourite candy are Reese's cups.

Do not trust him to cook, he will set things on fire and have no idea how it happened. But he's really good at finding recipes that everybody loves and follows a bunch of cooking blogs.

He has like seven bottles of screen cleaner on his desk and he never uses any of them, he just keeps cleaning his glasses on his shirt.

All his non-work outfits are open-back to show off his tattoo. For fancy black-tie events, he puts his hair up in updos with a bunch of glittery pins. His favourite set of pins are gold ones that are shaped like bees.

He wants more tattoos but he's worried about not liking them once he has them. He's most likely to get a matching tattoo with one of his squad or a lover.

The first time he smelled vanilla extract, he took a shot from the bottle because obviously it would taste so much better- Anyway there were real tears and he still gets a little :/ whenever he smells vanilla candles.

He loves pine-scented everything. One year he flirts his way into getting all the chopped-off branches from a Christmas tree tent and it's the best Christmas of his life.

Star:

He has anxiety that tends to manifest as anger issues and Winter is the only one who can calm him down. He hates that he still gets angry about Winter but mostly he's scared that he might somehow hurt Winter.

Cheetos guy. He will go through a family-sized bag of Cheetos in two minutes or less. It's honestly impressive. Winter got him a set of those finger guards and Star unironically loves them.

The first time he went to an arcade, he tried all afternoon to win a five-foot-tall stuffed panda and ended up just paying $100 to the guy running the counter to give it to him. His name is Bamboo.

He can tell owls apart by their calls but he doesn't like other birds. He specifically doesn't like the way their heads bob when they walk, he thinks it's weird.

He keeps getting commercial jingles stuck in his head and he really hates it. Sometimes he hums them when he's brushing his teeth and Winter is like "...what on earth is that" and then Star has to pout about it being even more stuck in his head because he thought about it.

He started fencing in high school and competed all the way until graduation. After that be took a break for a few years before he joined a local team and started competing again. He has a massive collection of foils and swords on display at home.

He has a jewellery care sheet taped up next to the bathroom mirror and takes his rings for cleaning every other month. It's the thing he takes most seriously in his life. He doesn't wear anything but his rings.

He does, however, wear black smoky eyeliner and lipstick. It's his favourite way to accessorise. For special occasions, he breaks out candy-red lipstick.

Winter:

In addition to his rings, he wears a locket with pictures of his twins. He was scared about them meeting Star, because Winter would have ended any relationship if his kids didn't like the other guy, and Star could be difficult. But they all got along so it's good!

He has a motorcycle, specifically a candy-red Honda Gold Wing. His riding outfit is a matching candy-red helmet and leather cowboy boots, a black leather jacket, a light blue button-down, and black jeans.

Tuesday evenings are for dining out. He has a list of restaurants he wants to try and keeps reviews of them all in a notebook so he can remember which ones he liked and what their best food is.

He picked out transparent reading glasses on a whim because they seemed cool and novel. He loses them constantly. He refuses to get another pair as long as they still work, to the annoyance of just about everyone around him.

Loves the beach but is scared of the deep ocean. There's shit down there that he simply doesn't want to know about.

Unironically thinks that Bigfoot might exist.

He puts paper umbrellas in all his drinks. Also he keeps forgetting to drink water so he adds in powdered mixes. He likes fruit flavours for those, but his favourite Gatorade flavour is light blue and he has exactly zero idea what it tastes like.

An entire bookcase in his office is dedicated to all the Father's Day gifts that the twins got him. He puts another bookcase next to it for anniversary gifts.

[missunderstoodxoxo]

Isabella Marie Berzatto

• Yes, I basically gave her Bella Swan’s name. At least she’s Italiano.

• (Although Emmy Rossum is not. Neither is Jeremy Allen White though.)

• Has a fast metabolism- which is good, with her being around food so much.

• Her ultimate comfort snack is a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup between the layers of an Oreo. (Don’t try to substitute it with peanut butter Oreos or some BS. It’s not the same.)

• Despite her complicated feelings on love- due to the only man she’s ever been in love with is the one that she can’t have- she’s a fan of rom-coms.

• DTF - Down To Fight.

• Mommy Issues Galore.

• Can always be found with a glass of red wine in hand at family events.

• Actually likes Pete and thinks he’s good for Natalie, even if he is a bit of a dork at times.

• She’s the last person to talk to Mikey before his death. 💔