Coaches Don’t Play

make fun of one psychopath, and their whole friend group comes at you. pack it up, bowers gang.

im doing it again 🤠

every single person who reblogs this

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will get “doot doot” in their ask box

patricia uris does not get the kind of recognition she deserves. ‘Who lives there? Why, I do! Mrs Stanley Uris does!’ hell yes you do. flex on the bitches and the haters with your gorgeous husband and your $87,000 dollar house. patricia uris is a queen and i will not be taking any critism.

request: Okay okay so what about Jacob Barber having the worst day ( maybe because Ben and Derek were jerks to him ) so he calls his gf when he gets home and asks her to come over and cuddle. When she hears his sad tone, she rushes over there and he’s like “ can you hold me for a while “ and how can she say no to that? So she lets him rest on her and plays with his hair until they both fall asleep ( bonus if Andy finds them like that ) thank youuu 💘

warnings: homophobic slurs, physical violence

authors note: i love this so much 🥺 i love writing cuddle fics you have no idea! im sorry this took so long to deliver :( also, i’m apart of the lgbtq+ community :) i would never use any slur that didn’t belong to me.

jacob dropped his bag onto the floor of his room. he ran his hand over his face, sighing heavily as he rubbed his tired eyes.

today wasn’t very good. in fact, it wad the opposite of good. and it was all bens fault, like usual.

“sup, faggot” ben sneered. he laughed cruelly as he slapped jacob up the back of the head, jacob dropping his books to cradle it.

“hows your girlfriend going?” the rifkin boy asked. jacob hesitated, why the hell was he asking about you? “she’s been good, i guess” jacob mumbled lowly, “why do you care?”

ben smirked, ignoring the end of jacobs sentence “oh really? thats great. i was actually hoping i could talk to you about her. yeah, was hoping you’d let me tap that tonight. been wanting to for awhile, but i thought i’d be polite and ask first.”

jacob clenched his eyes shut. he was trying to get the memory out of his head, bens a fucking bitch, no doubt, and he was nothing more than that. jacob wouldn’t let someone so pathetic bother him.

“e-excuse me?” jacob turned to face ben. originally, he had his back turned to ben so he couldn’t see his discomfort, but he didn’t care right now.

“you heard me” ben laughed, “so can i? she’d definitely say yes, i’ve seen her all around school with you. hanging off of you like some dumb slut, but thats what she is right?”

jacob’s face screwed up, “fuck off, dickhead!” he yelled.

bens face fell to a more serious expression. “what did you say to me?”

“i said, fuck o-!” jacob was stopped mid sentence from ben’s fist colliding with his face. he stumbled back, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground.

“who fucking said you could speak to me that way?” ben shouted before he kicked jacob in the stomach.

when he didn’t get an answer, he crouched down to jacobs level “learn some fucking respect” he spat at him.

jacob frowned. he rubbed his stomach, there was a purple bruise in the middle where ben had hit him. it wasn’t really sore, more an achy type of pain.

luckily for him, bens punch didn’t leave a mark, so he didn’t have anything to hide.

he bent down and grabbed his bag. he winced, the pain of his sore torso being crumpled kicking it.

jacob pulled out his phone. if anyone could make him feel better, it’d be you.

he went into his contacts, pressed ‘y/n 💘’ and waited for you to pick up.

ring, ring, ri-

“heyy” he could practically hear your smile through the phone. “hey baby” he tiredly smiled.

“how are you? do you need something?” you questioned him. “can you come over please?” he asked, “i need you.”

butterflies filled in your stomach and a blush covered your cheeks. “of course i can, how could i say no to you?”

jacob chuckled from the other end of the line “get here soon please, i need cuddles.”

“okay, i’m leaving now. i’ll see you in ten minutes!” you grabbed your house key from your desk. it had your house keys, a charm or two and a key to jacob’s house. andy had given it to you a few months ago incase of emergencies.

“i love you” jacob hummed. “i love you too” you whispered back, “i’ll see you soon.”

its a ten minute walk from your house to jacobs, so you got there the usual time later. you pushed the front door open and walked up the staircase to jacobs room.

when you opened the door, jacob was laying on his bed in comfy clothes. t-shirt and sweats.

when jacob heard the door opening, he shot up off of the bed to hug you. his arms wrapped around your middle, nuzzling his face into your neck. you immediately hugged him back, your arms slung around his neck.

you pulled away and cupped his cheeks in your hands. “hey, are you okay?” you pressed a quick kiss to his lips before he could answer.

jacob gave you a tired smile “just ben being a dick, but i’m better now that you’re here.” “you’re so cheesy, shut up” you laughed.

“can we cuddle?” jacob pouted.

you nodded, kicking your shoes off and following him back to the bed.

jacob wrapped himself around you, clinging onto you like a child. his head buried back in your neck, arms around your waist again.

your hands combed through his hair and jacob sighed in content. he loved when you played with his hair, it made him feel as peace.

“i’m sorry you had a bad day” you mumbled, pressing kisses onto the crown of his head.

jacob hummed in response. his fingers had pushed your shirt up slightly and were caressing the skin of your hips.

“it’s okay, thank you for coming over” he replied. “i’m tired” jacob yawned after his sentence, proving his point.

“go to sleep, baby. you had a long day” you said.

jacob nodded into your neck, “goodnight, babe.” “goodnight jake” you smiled.

it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep while you ran your fingers through his hair, finger nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

you fell asleep soon after. the two of you were still clinging together, napping at 5:37 when andy came home.

“hey kiddo!” andy greeted, walking into jacobs room. his smile fell when he saw the two of you, but it returned almost immediately after.

“this is too cute” andy mumbled, pulling his phone out to take a photo.

“dad?” jacob groaned. andy yelped in surprise, running out of the room and down the stairs.

“dad!”

seven comfort movies, tagged by @onl-you 💕

i. princess and the frog

ii. it

iii. avengers: endgame

iv. the maze runner

v. mean girls

vi. guardians of the galaxy vol. 2

vii. grownups

I nominate @fucking-greywater , @beep-beep-tozixr , and @anxiouslymalicious , only participate if comfortable of course.

sweet creature (eddie kaspbrak)

request: omg hi i’m in such a soft mood recently so literally just any soft fic/hc with any of the losers would make my day ily thank u

warnings: none!! short n sweet n fluffy :-)

[losers&reader are 16+ here]

these are the nights that you live for.

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eddie is so full of love and gentle and caring and wants to help everyone as best he can. he loves his friends so much and wants to protect them at all costs. but he also gets angry sometimes. he gets angry at henry bowers pulling a knife and cutting open ben hanscom, a friend he’s only had for a few minutes but would already do anything for. he gets angry at greta bowie for calling beverly horrible things he wishes he could wipe from the world forever. he gets angry at his mother, at her telling him he’s weak and sickly and oh eddiebear, stay away from those dirty boys, those dirty boys will get you sick. he gets angry at the injustices of the world, at the hate and filth trapped in the darkest cracks of derry and reaching out to grab at them when they make the mistake of getting too comfortable. he gets so angry sometimes, and he wishes he could scream and cry and scrub the hate away. he wishes that with all the frustration stored in his small body he could create a bubble around his friends to keep the violence and words and anger away from them, to protect the ones he loves. he wishes that one day he could trust that he is brave enough to stand up to all of them, the henry bowers and greta bowies and his mothers of the world, to show them that they’re wrong and cruel and hateful, to fight back against them.

eddie is so full of love. he is a lover. but he is also a fighter.

Beauty, pizza and cock. That’s a win if you ask me.

Let’s hope we all see clearly in 2020!

ATTACK ON TITAN: NSFW LINKS

— eren jaeger ➵ when you act up ➵ oral fixation ➵ fucking you for everyone to see ➵ car sex

— armin arlert ➵ showing your titties some love ➵ caressing your thighs  ➵ make out session ➵ safe in his arms

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