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hellcheer + mini golf pls

"Eddie, no."

"Eddie, yes."

"Eddie, no!"

"Christ, Cunningham, what are you? My mom?"

"What? Ew, Eddie, no."

"I'm calling Child Protective Services and telling them my mother sticks her tongue down my throat."

"Eddie, gross!"

"And that she likes it."

Chrissy tried to swallow her laugh; she really did. Tried to keep a stern face, lips pursed around her serious expression. Her finger pressed against her boyfriend's chest as she grasped his metal golfclub with the opposite hand.

It was, however, a fruitless endeavor. Because she, for whatever reason, found Eddie's absurdity humorous, and the laughter side-stepped the lump of refusal in her esophagus. Sounding almost like a backfiring car as it slipped undaintily from her throat.

Eddie clocked it, his eyes glistening with victory as he carefully unpeeled her fingers from around his club.

"Alright, alright," he sighed, holding his arms up in submission. "I will not, in fact, treat your precious game of mini golf like it's real golf and hit the ball as hard as I possibly can." He smirked, leaning toward her. "Satisfied?"

Giving a little harrumph, Chrissy crossed her arms with an eyeroll. "I'll believe it when I see it, Munson."

Eddie grinned, feral and wild and glorious, as he grabbed his ball and set it on the raised green pad of turf. He lined up, shimmying his hips a little, and Chrissy giggled. Throwing a look over his shoulder, he made a show of wiggling his entire body that had her snorting with her hands pressed over her mouth. He reminded her of Gumby, sometimes, in the way he moved. Boneless limbs and flailing joints.

And, honestly, he did look a little ridiculous. All black clothes and silver chains, holding a bright pink golf club and matching pink golf balls that he grabbed before she had the chance, because, "You always get to be pink, sweetness, give someone else a turn." Standing on chemical-green turf and gently whacking balls into downscaled windmills and off the backs of cartoonish plastic animals.

Mean and scary. It made Chrissy laugh anymore, trying to perceive how he might look to the general population and failing miserably.

All she ever saw when she looked at him was her Eddie.

And her Eddie was ready and willing to take her mini golfing after she mentioned in passing the opening of a new course in Fort Wayne. Showing up on her doorstep with one of those ridiculous checkered golf hats he said he found at a thrift store and wrapping his arms and legs around her to get it on her head.

(She had to admit, it was kinda cute. Even if he did mess up her hair.)

"Watch this, baby! Boutta make a hole-in-one."

"I'm gonna guess a bogey, actually."

"Even better!"

"It isn't!"

"Well, it's a cooler word, at least," Eddie said, pulling back and tapping the ball. He still somehow managed to hit it way too hard, the force sending it flying through the air and making it bounce off the side of the drawbridge he was trying to get it over.

Her former boyfriend would've gotten extremely frustrated at that. Called mini golf a waste of time and said he wasn't playing anymore. He'd pretend that he'd wait for her at the concession stand, like he was granting her permission to finish the game alone, but would throw a fit if she actually tried to play the remaining holes.

Eddie did absolutely none of that.

Eddie threw his head back and cackled as the ball ricocheted off the wooden bridge and flew back further than it was when he set up his shot. He nearly toppled himself trying to catch it, which only made him laugh harder, looking back at Chrissy with bright eyes. Like a forest in autumn, sunlight streaming through browning leaves.

"How many points is that?"

"It's one!"

"What? No way. That was at least ten, Cunningham. Did you see the way it arched?"

"Eddie, points in golf are bad."

"Well, I don't feel bad," he replied, sauntering toward her as he twirled his golf club. Which almost immediately went careening out of his hand, landing on the turf with a dull thud. He looked at it like it had disappointed him before closing the remaining distance between them.

"You don't feel bad because you didn't bother learning the rules," she stressed, even as a new grin tugged at her lips, trying to find life that she suffocated as best as she could.

The moment Eddie's arm wrapped around her waist, she lost the battle.

"Rules are overrated anyway," he shrugged. "I think my way is way more fun."

Humming, Chrissy shrugged, trying to keep a disinterested air that was betrayed immensely by the firmly affixed smile she couldn't shake.

"Too bad you didn't invent the game then," she shot back as Eddie pulled her closer to him.

"God, that would've set us up for life," he lamented, slumping toward her. "Who needs rock n' roll when you're rolling in that sweet mini golf cash?"

Her heart gave a little flutter at the implication, the hand not still holding her orange golf club spreading across his pectoral.

"'Us', huh?" she asked. Eddie's eyebrows shot up, his head tilted to one side as he searched her eyes. For what, she didn't know, but whatever he found seemed satisfactory with the way they warmed.

"Definitely us," he agreed, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he made a show of thinking. "Right up until you divorced me, anyway."

"Wouldn't I just get half of that sweet mini golf cash, then?"

"What? You think I went into this post-mini-golf-invention marriage without a prenup? I'm crazy, Cunningham, but I'm not insane."

Chrissy squawked indignantly. "You would make me sign a prenup?"

"Well, yeah! How else am I supposed to convince you to stay tethered to me forever?"

"Oh, my God."

"Are you saying you'd divorce me and leave yourself broke?" He scoffed. "Unlikely, baby. Gotta incentivize you with money, since clearly my body isn't enough."

"Oh, my God, Eddie––"

Her rebuttal was cut off as Eddie closed the scant space between them, capturing her lips with his and swallowing down her retort. Chrissy melted into it without permission, sighing into his kiss and falling headfirst into the familiar cadence of their shared sonnet. The hand on his chest abandoned its post, curling around his neck so her fingers were tucked into his hair and keeping him tethered for as long as possible.

They only broke apart when someone wolf-whistled from another course, both of them panting as red blossoms of embarrassment bloomed under her cheeks.

"I know, right?" he called back to their unknown spectator. Then, quieter, for only her to hear, he said, "Fifty points at least."

Laughing, Chrissy tucked her forehead against his collar as she caught her breath.

Gosh, she loved him.

"How many bogeys do we have left, Cunningham?"

"We're only on the fourth hole."

"Ah, the forbidden fourth hole, is it?" He waggled his eyebrows, and she laughed even more.

"Of eighteen, Eddie."

"Well fuck, we better start hitting balls! Stop distracting me with your feminine wiles, Chrissy, it's unfair!"

"Don't blame me! You kissed me, mister!"

"Oh, you are definitely getting served a prenup."

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #eddie munson #stranger things #hellcheer drabble #chrissy cunningham #mini golf #justhere4thevibez

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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Imagine Rottmnt!Leo falling in love for the first time…

authors note: correct me if I’m wrong, in this series the turtles are all different ages, Raph the oldest 15, Leo and Donnie 14, Mikey the youngest 13? If that is indeed correct, the reader should know that I intend to have the y/n character similar in age to Leo, this particular fic is aged forward, assume Leo and y/n are closer to 17

so this wasn’t supposed to be that long, but I couldn’t stop! the last bit is unedited, I’ll probably get to that tomorrow… let me know if I should do a part two??

<3 hope you all enjoy

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It was a particularly clear sky that night in New York City. The streets were alight like always, and the dark that came from above didn’t seem to loom. In fact from the rooftop that Leo sat on, the darkness wasn’t black, but midnight blue… like her eyes.

Leo blinked, and then again. Did he really just think that?

“Like who’s eyes Leo?” Mikey had closed in on his older brother. Big eyes waiting for answers, he had clearly heard Leo’s murmured words and wasn’t going to be deterred. Leo could hardly believe that he had said anything out loud.

Leo’s mouth fell open but words were failing him. How was he going to get out of this one? “Uhh, what?” was all that seemed to tumble out at the moment. He refrained from making a further fool out of himself by doing something like dragging a hand down his face. “You know, you said ‘Her eyes’ all swooning up to the stars” Mikey prompted, acting out the way Leo had been sitting leaned back on one elbow, head raised with big puppy dog eyes, staring out at the sky forlorning-ly.

Mikey’s acting sure was getting good. This time Leo did face palm himself. “I don’t think that’s-“ Leo had started to try and dig himself out of his self-made hole when he was interrupted.

“Guys we’ve got a bogey.” Donnie patched in through their voice channel. That had both Leo and Mikey, standing and leaning over the roof they stood on. “Four vehicles, headed your way. Head count not certain, I’d estimate 5 to a car.”

“Leo, Mikey don’t let them get away!“ Raph pitched in. That had the blue and orange brother focusing up completely. The conversation that Leo had wished would end, thankfully had. The Foot Clan sure had great timing.

“Alright Mikey” Leo grinned, “Let’s do this,” he was confident once more. All other thoughts were no longer there, he wanted this distraction. He had been caught up in too many thoughts lately. His brothers were beginning to notice. Leo didn’t want to think about what would’ve happened if he had made this mistake at the sewer with all his brothers present. He’d have probably spilt the beans entirely.

Leo portaled Mikey and himself down to the last second of when it was needed. “Booyakashaaa” Mikey hollered as his nunchucks started swinging. Leo needed this fight. Anything to occupy his mind so he didn’t have to think about her!

。・゜・( t i m e j u m p )・゜・。

About two more days passed before Mikey remembered. Which was sooner than Leo had thought possible for his lil bro to remember anything. This implied an even bigger worry, it was something that Mikey thought was important. Leo hadn’t been lucky in the timing neither, because Mikey blurted it out the second he recalled the unfinished conversation.

Right as he had been about to take a bite of some cheese pizza. With the whole dang gang (hey look that rhymed!) “LEO, HER EYES???” Mikey had thrown the question across the table. All eyes were darting between Mikey and Leo. April and Splinter were mainly confused with Mikey’s choice of words, it was too vague for them. But Donnie and Raph honed in on what Mikey was asking right away.

Play dumb! Play dumb! Play dumb! Play dumb!

“Mikey what in the world are you talk-“ Leo had started to say but Donnie and Raph had other ideas.

“Don’t play dumb,” Donnie raised an eyebrow. “We all know you’ve been off lately,” Raph said. Leo took a bite of his pizza, rolling his eyes at his brothers. Did we have to have this conversation in front of everyone??

“I don’t know what you guys want me to say,” Leo shrugged still feigning innocence. “How about the truth?” Donnie squabbled back, ready for Leo’s unwillingness to share. “C’mon Leo!!” Mikey was curious, well everyone was curious now. Pizza forgotten! Well almost, Raph was still chewing.

Splinter was keeping quiet but April looked like she was about to go all journalism-major on him. There was no way in hell Leo was going to say anything. He wasn’t ready. Besides, it wasn’t even like she knew who he even was! What was the point in telling his family something like that? So they could tease him for the rest of his life over some girl?? No thanks.

Leo pushed back in his chair, rising up and grabbing another slice before he promptly lied, “Sorry guys I don’t know what Mikey’s talking about!” Mikey definitely wasn’t happy about that one as he shouted to Leo’s shell. Leo kept ignoring him, ignoring them all as he escaped to his room. He finished off his slice, grabbed his swords, and escaped even further away from his brothers. Out of the sewer, up to the rooftops.

He had to get this over with. It was only going to get worse from here unless he put this whole thing to bed. So Leo portaled to where he had been secretly going for weeks. To her rooftop, at least close to it. Maybe if he showed himself finally, watch her face turn into disgust at what he was, he would finally get over whatever this was. But even the thought was making Leo’s stomach turn, he really didn’t want to do this.

But at this point he felt like he had no other choice. Still, a small part of him, which he wouldn’t admit to even himself right now, hoped for a different reaction. He wanted your eyes to keep lighting up at his arrival, he worried this might be the last time that would happen.

。・゜・( point of view change: y/n )・゜・。

You wondered if he would show up tonight. This thought had started two days ago, and hadn’t stopped since. He hadn’t missed so many days before. You wondered if he was hurt, or maybe even worse the whole thing was just over. You had no way of truly knowing.

Your family lived in a nice apartment complex, the rooftop area was open to all of the residents in the building, for a beautiful view of New York City. But to your surprise, no one really came up here, so it had become your spot. Five stories up, you could usually feel the wind on your face. It was a great place to come and cool off, especially if you had problems at school, or arguments with your parents. This was your place, at least it had been yours, until he had showed up one night.

You remembered it vividly, like it hadn’t happened weeks ago. You smiled to yourself, rubbing your arms from the chilly night air that blew your way. You had been particularly upset that night, crying your eyes out because of a fight you overheard from your parents. It had been about you of course.

You hated it the most when they fought because of you. It made you want to run away and let them just be happy without you, it seemed if they hadn’t had you maybe they would be. But that wasn’t realistic at least not yet, you were still in school so you only ran up to the rooftop, to your spot. At first it had been wretched sobs, it was like you couldn’t control yourself and all the emotions were spilling out without your consent to do so. But once you felt the cool breeze on your face the sobs turned to a silent cry, you sniffling here and there when a voice appeared out of nowhere.

“Are you okay?”

It was male, that much you could figured out, but as you turned and looked this way, and that way. You couldn’t figure out where the voice had come from. Wiping your tears quickly and clearing your throat you tried to keep your voice steady, “I will be…” your voice had not been steady at all, it sounded scratchy from the sobs of earlier.

Mortified at the thought of some stranger listening to you sob, you asked, “How long have you been here?”

“Oh not that long..” it didn’t really sound like the truth but you didn’t exactly want to talk about the whole sobbing bit. This time you were ready for an answer and whipped your head to the sound of his voice. He wasn’t on your building, but to the right of you, on a slightly taller one. It had to be only one more story higher. He wasn’t visible, the railing blocking your view.

“Trying to sneak a peek?” His voice came from where you had been eyeing. Your tears had dried by now, and you leaned back in your chair. “Well I don’t think we’ve met before, just from the sound of your voice” you were trying to sound nonchalant about it. But it was clear he had seen you, because he knew you had been crying, you felt at a disadvantage somehow. He knew what you looked like, but you hadn’t the faintest idea of him.

Though his voice sounded nice…

A blush crept up your neck at the thought, geez! “Welll” he drawled, you could hear the smile in his voice. “You might pass out from how handsome I am so I think we should stick to the mystery,”

Boy did he sound cocky! “I don’t know,” you replied, “handsome guys usually like to show off.” You wondered what he would say to that, you weren’t exactly implying he was ugly, but he definitely didn’t want you to see what he looked like. It was very suspicious.

“I guess you’ll just have to trust me” he didn’t sound like he was going to reveal himself anytime soon. Rather than chase him off, you decided any company was better than none, and his voice helped just like the wind did. It soothed you somehow. So you decided to trust him, just a little bit.

“So do you live in that complex?” You changed the subject to keep him talking, motioning to the building he was on.

“Nah” That surprised you! If it was anything like yours they had key pads on like every door.

“Oh well, how’d you get up there?”

“I used my secret powers. Ya ever heard of teleportation?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, so he was a jokester. “Yeah I’ve heard of it, I didn’t realize anyone else had powers,”

“Oh you’ve got them too?” You just knew he was smiling again. “Well I’ve told you mine, care to share yours?” he prodded you for an answer.

“I’ve never told anyone this, so consider yourself special,” you held in your laughter as you tried to think of a cool power. “I can turn invisible at will,” you concluded that was your secret power.

“Lameee” the voice snarked, “What?!” you replied, not expecting him to make fun of you since he himself started the whole fake power thing. “I mean sure teleportation beats that by a mile, but it has its uses!” You were going to defend your fake power. He was the one laughing this time, “I guess it does… so how about something less secretive? What’s your name?”

This felt more personal, your ears felt warm as you replied, giving your real name. It was quiet for a moment, “And your name? Oh mysterious voice?” He laughed again, before saying “its Leo”

Even though you couldn’t see him, and definitely categorized him now as a jokester. You felt like he was telling you the truth now. Even though you had never met someone named Leo ever in your life! “Wow that’s a first” you commented your thoughts out loud.

“Yeah, I’m pretty much a rare specimen”

You made a noise at that comment. His name wasn’t that rare. You had definitely heard it before, it was an astrology sign, and a few famous historic people had it before him. “Maybe in this lifetime, but back in the day I’m sure you’d have run into plenty of ‘Leo’s’”

“None as cool as me though!” There it was again that charming confidence. You decided not to take a blow at his ego this time around. Instead you got quiet, giving up on looking at where his voice was coming from. Instead you settled deeply into your chair. Looking up at the night sky.

Nothing was said for a few minutes and the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. “Why were you crying Y/n?” He sounded serious now, as if letting you know he wouldn’t mess around if you did confide in him.

You sighed, wondering if it would help or hurt. “My parents.. they were arguing again” you paused wondering if you should continue as your eyes started to sting. “They were arguing about me. They don’t always agree on parenting styles I guess..” you sniffed trying to keep composure. “It’s been getting worse, I can tell they are close to actually fighting. What I mean is that they usually don’t get so serious.. or angry. It breaks my heart to see them that way. They are usually so happy..”

A dark thought crossed your mind. What if they were only pretending to be happy in front of you. What if they were on the verge of calling it quits and you had no idea. You sucked in a breath at that, you didn’t want to be the reason they divorced. Tears were rimming your eyes.

“Me and my brothers” Leo’s voice started, “we all fight a lot too, but even through the worst fights, we always come back together, stronger than before.” You could see what he was trying to say, that your parents would do the same, come back stronger after a bad argument. You hoped that was true. It was reassuring nonetheless.

“How many brothers do you have?” You couldn’t help but steer the topic away from yourself. Wiping your eyes again, to clear the unshed tears. “Three, and they’re all a pain in my sh- back” You smiled, knowing what he said was out of love. You wished you had siblings.

“I wish I had a brother or a sister,” you sighed again wondering how different life would be. “Yeah until they eat the last slice of pizza, or steal your favorite comics or nag at you constantly for ‘not doing something the right way, their way’” that had been the most Leo had said in one go. You soaked up the information like a sponge, he sounded oddly specific “yeah but I bet you wouldn’t give them up for the world!” you teased, he seemed like he had a soft heart despite his words. “Yeah” he agreed with you whole heartedly.

“Leo, we’ve got a problem-“ you heard another voice that sounded way smaller or maybe farther away. Curiosity snagged you as you leaned forward in your chair. But that was all you heard before it became muffled. You waited a couple of minutes, wondering who that was and if Leo had left. You would never know since you couldn’t exactly see. “Y/n” his voice called out to you, he sounded like he had moved farther away. “It was nice talking to you, I’ll be back tomorrow night if you want to..” he stopped short, sounding a little unsure.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” You called back, beaming, not knowing if he could see or not but you at least hoped he heard how happy you sounded. You definitely wanted to talk to him again. And that was the first of many late night talks. You had gotten to learn more about Leo, though he did like to keep things a bit vague and still hadn’t shown himself. He really sounded like a great guy, and the more you learned the more you considered him a friend. A good friend.. a great friend… okay you might have a tiny crush on him. But you kept that to yourself! I mean that is absolutely insane right? Crushing on the voice you’ve been listening to for weeks now??

Coming back to the present, you sighed, it had been a good 20 minutes since you sat down in your chair. You decided you couldn’t sit anymore. You inched closer to your building’s railing. Towards the building Leo usually occupied. Stepping up on the ledge you looked down, an alleyway was between the two buildings, but it wasn’t a long distance. In fact, maybe if your building had been the taller one, you might’ve been able to jump to Leo’s side. Maybe if you had been a superhero or a parkourist!

You inched closer to the edge, five stories sure was high. You felt nausea roll from your head to your stomach. Wobbling slightly now, you crouched down to center your gravity. You didn’t want to fall off the side of a five-story building and potentially die… especially if Leo would see your dead body, you grimaced at what you would look like splattered against the pavement.

…Okay that was gross, and also pretty vain! You would be dead what would it matter if Leo saw you all broken and bloody! Each night you had started putting on a little bit of makeup, or something cuter than pajamas. You tried to do it nonchalantly and only small things that Leo probably wouldn’t even notice. Like cute earrings, or some mascara.

But who were you kidding, you wanted to look pretty to him. And the times he had complimented you gave you butterflies in your tummy! To which you had said something along the lines of “right back at you” or “I wish I could see you” maybe not those exact words since it became obvious it was a touchy subject for Leo. The last thing you wanted was for him to never show up again. And that fear had doubled over now since you hadn’t heard his voice in so long.

Feeling a little better in the crouched position you tried to rise back up to your full height. Keeping your hands out for balance. “Y/n”

You weren’t prepared, not in the slightest to hear his voice so close. You had been staring down at your feet but as soon as you heard Leo your face moved instinctively to the sound.

。・゜・( point of view change: both)・゜・。

Leo heard you gasp, at least it wasn’t a scream, that’s what usually went down. But Leo wasn’t really focused on that right now, he was more focused on where you were standing as you wobbled. Your eyes took him in, from his blue bandana, to the swords strapped to his shell, down to his three toes. He could tell you were counting.

“Leo?” Your voice was a mix of disbelief and wonder. “The one and only,” he grinned not knowing what else to do. He really wanted to ask you to move back or something. Anything to get you off the ledge, not that he wouldn’t save you, he just didn’t want to have you in his arms. It would really hurt him if you decided to start screaming then.

“Wha- woahh” it seemed your balance was failing you and this really wasn’t the moment for your clumsiness. Leo’s eyes didn’t look like you had pictured them, they weren’t filled with mischief or shining with confidence. They looked scared. “I’m okay! I’m okay!” You tried to reassure him as you regained your balance only to go toppling over

“Or not!!!” You hollered reaching back to grab the edge of the building. “Oh god Y/n!” Leo hesitated only a second before jumping to the building you were hanging off of. “Here, I’m right here, I’m going to pull you up now” He really didn’t want to scare you but in that moment the only thing you were worried about was your loosening grip on the bricks beneath your fingers. “Please hurry” you panted, not knowing how much strength you had left.

“Right okay,” Leo was still babbling “I’m a mutant if that wasn’t already obvious, a mutant turtle, that’s why I have thre-” You really wanted to have this conversation at another time. “LEO!” You about cried out as your hand grip failed. At that moment his hand shot out grabbing your forearm. You were trying not to freak the hell out, but you were dangling on the side of a five-story apartment complex. “Leo I think I’m gonna pass out,” you said as your head started rolling to the side and you caught a glimpse of what was beneath your feet.

Leo was still talking, “I’ve got you, don’t worry, give me your other hand and I can pull you up” The last thing he wanted was for you to pass out. You blew out a breath and then swung your other arm up towards him. He caught it and then hefted you up, you came crashing down on him, finally back on solid ground. You were trembling and breathing heavy. “Y/n, you’re okay, I’ve got you.” His hands had let go of you, and were raised up but as you didn’t respond it became apparent that you might start hyperventilating.

He started to rub the sides of your arms, “Y/n? Talk to me” Leo’s voice was distraught and he couldn’t see your face. In fact you were looking straight at his chest. Everything had escalated so quickly. Here you were now on top of Leo, who saved you from falling off your building, who wasn’t human?! Despite your thoughts going a mile a minute, your breathing had calmed down, his voice really helped. But he had gone quiet, waiting for you to respond, “keep talking please, I- I need you to keep talking.”

You still weren’t looking at him, Leo felt uncomfortable, he thought you were uncomfortable. “Uhm, okay I’m talking.. uh remember what we talked about last time?” You didn’t verbally reply but you nodded, so he continued. “So yeah Jupiter Jim is still my favorite but I guess the Hobbit can replace Space Heroes as my second favorite movie…”

That had you looking up, finally into his eyes, you gave him a tiny smile and he felt his chest tighten. “You watched it? What did your brothers think?” Your voice bobbed at first, but it steadied as you forced yourself to continue. “Well” Leo rolled his eyes, “not that their opinions matter” you shook your head at that, “I think Raph slept through the first one but by the third movie everyone was pretty invested,” you listened eagerly, The Hobbit was your favorite trilogy. You had brought the dvds out four days ago and left it on your side of the building, telling Leo that you wouldn’t sneak a peek as long as he promised not to die by jumping over (he had guaranteed you that he was a professional long jumper, which had been his third excuse the first being a ninja to which you didn’t believe at all, the second a parkour expert, still pretty unbelievable, but you knew of the long jumpers in high school that competed in track) and that he would watch them all and rate them honestly the next time he saw you.

“Yeah the third movie is amazing, brutally amazing,” you sighed picturing (!spoiler alert!) the deaths of your favorite twins, Fili and Kili. Of course Thorin’s death had been the one to push you to the edge, you had definitely cried more than once. You couldn’t help but rewatch even if it did make you sad. “So since I watched your fantasy movies, it’s your turn, time to turn you into a Jupiter Jim super fan!” He was smiling and you smiled too, until it became super duper obvious how close you two were. “Thanks Leo I think I’m okay to stand now..” his skin right beneath his bandana darkened but you didn’t really notice as the both of you looked away embarrassed as you got off of him.

The two of you now standing, awkwardly, a couple of feet away. “I’m so confused” you admitted as you looked at him again, waving your hand at well, him. “I told you I was a rare specimen..” he rubbed the back of his neck, not really knowing how deep to get into the how’s and why’s of his whole extraordinary existence.

But his statement had you re-examining every conversation the two of you had. Maybe everything he had ever told you wasn’t fake or silly lies. You thought most of the time he was just trying to funny or cocky. “Yeah, you did but I never thought,” you stopped mid-sentence. What were you trying to say, of course you assumed he was a human, that was logical.

“So your brothers?” Leo guessed he didn’t have any reason to hide the fact that his brothers were the same. He wanted you to know everything. He wanted to tell the truth and you finally believe him. “Same as me” he nodded. “And you’re a ninja?” you had plenty of questions but you figured you’d start with what seemed most obvious. “A teenage mutant ninja turtle Y/n” Leo said this like it was pretty much common knowledge. You were still wheeling, playing catch up. “Catchy!” You laughed because it really was and this was insane!

“So..” you didn’t really know what to say, you were grasping at straws to go back to the normalcy the two of you had created together. Weeks of conversation, petty arguments, and emotional support talks. You thought you knew Leo pretty well and you didn’t want to think otherwise, but as you looked at him…

“I’m still me, nothing has to change” Leo had taken a step forward. Pressing one of his hands to his chest. He didn’t want you to be afraid or things to suddenly change between the two of you. He liked the late night talks, you had become pretty important to him whether he would admit it out loud or not.

“Oh Leo, that’s not what I meant” you tried to reassure him. “I just, didn’t know and now I do and I’m just trying to process..” Leo wondered how long that would take. April had taken things in stride but maybe that was because she had also been in foot clan trouble, kraang trouble, basically all kinds of trouble. She had adjusted pretty quickly…

At Leo’s silence you kept talking. “Does anyone else know? That you guys are different?”

Leo suddenly had an idea. A great idea! “As a matter of fact, there is someone”

That had your eyebrows raising, “really?? how did they react?” you were curious if they had almost fallen off of a building too. “Well, she was pretty chill especially since she had aliens and other mutants after her,” Leo commented, thinking about the past.

Your mouth dropped open. Aliens?! Why was she even surprised?? A mutant turtle was in front of her right now! Anything is possible now. Everything is on the table. Suddenly you were thinking about hobbits, elves, and wizards. Then almost as sudden as that thought appeared you remembered Leo said ‘she.’ A girl..

“Just her?” And Leo brought a hand up to scratch at his cheek, “well no, there’s another girl too Cass and April, but that’s about it.” Leo nodded to himself, the list was pretty short.

Yet for some reason, you felt icky. For some reason it disappointed you to not be the first. Which immediately made you feel guilty, Leo was a free agent, you really didn’t have the justification to feel the way you did. “Cool cool” you coughed and started to walk back to the ledge.

“Uh, Y/n how about you don’t go back to the edge of the building!” Leo was scampering over to your side.

Right, you had just fallen- your heart sank as the ground came into view for a few seconds. You took a deep breath in, it was scary, heights hadn’t been scary before but they were now. “Yeah I think you’re right, but I can’t keep standing still,” you mumbled turning back around. Leo turned with you, “Well it is pretty late, should I head back?” Leo was pretty bummed to say it, but you seemed to be thinking really hard.

He wondered if you were having second thoughts on staying friends. “We’re still friends right Y/n?” Leo subtly kicked at the cement, glancing up at you. “Of course Leo! In fact, I promise, I’ll start the Jupiter Jim grind tonight!” You came up and grabbed his hands, shocking him. He smiled, “alright I’ll be back tomorrow then, I want a full report on your thoughts!” Leo squeezed your hands gently and then took a step back.

You watched as he back flipped up to the ledge. Unlike you he looked at ease. He took his swords out, twirling those around with the same grace. “These are real by the way,” to which you laughed, you had no doubt that he was telling the truth. “Sharper than cheddar” you joked and at that he winked, and sliced at the air, blue light shone and then he was gone.

“LEO?!” He was a cheeky bastard! Leaving you hanging like that, winking and making you blush furiously. At least he didn’t have the opportunity to see how red you became. He kept shocking you, of course he could actually teleport!

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chibrary · 1 year

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title: excerpt from "alex albon on his red bull reserve role and proving a point in 2022" source: behind the grid f1 podcast format: podcast season: 2022, f1

TRANSCRIPT:

"And then there's Charles.

And Charles, let me tell you, Charles is on the different-- his scoring system is unbelievable. He is, uh, he's got it from somewhere. I dunno how he's got it. But, um, he's over there. He's in the trees. He's hit the, he's hit the ball backwards. He's on the green, he's four-putted. He's in, he is got a bogey.

[chibrary notes:

four-putted - used the putter (a specific club you use near the hole) four times. considered a humiliating amount to men with money

bogey - finish a hole one stroke (hit) over par

par - number of strokes an "elite" player should normally need to complete that particular hole]

And you're like, so, Charles, hang on there a minute. Let me just backtrack a bit and count what you just did. Um, and so there he is and he's, he's, he's somehow scoring similar to me.

Uh, we, we were playing actually last week and um, we weren't allowed to be a group of four because of, cause of the speed of play. So Lando and Charles were were playing. And I was with my friend Nick. I just, I couldn't believe it cause I was, I was watching the guy, I was behind him.

I was, we were, we were watching the shots they were doing. They were zig-zagging his way down the tower. Warming up his tires, the full buggy must ran out of battery by the end of it. And, and the score, he comes back, he shouts after he's putted, you know, bogey. And so we were writing it down and I'm just like, there's just no way. The guys, the guys. So, so I was like, all right, the last 15 holes were, we're away from the clubhouse. We can join back up as a four. And uh, and funny enough, he wasn't scoring very well.

Just a bad hole, right?

Just a bad three holes mate. You should have seen the last 15."

#driver:alex #format:podcast #series:f1 #year:2022 #topic:golf #alex albon #charles leclerc

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guarncre · 24 days

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Last Line Tag Game

Was tagged by @non-un-topo to write the last words you've written! This is what I've been working on in Painting of Sorrow

Yusuf, hands sweaty and slick with blood from who knows where, begins slipping off the pilot’s seat and back toward the belly of the ship until the captain is able to level out. “Bogey incoming,” the gunman shouts. The sharpness of the next turn sinks Yusuf’s stomach towards the tail of the plane. He covers his head when he hears the tinktinktinktinktinktink of rapid artillery raking starboard. “Got them on our-” The radio buzz is cut off as the gunman in the rear is eviscerated into wet meat. “We better bail,” reports the navigator. He’s already roughing a parachute out of storage and he’s struggling to get it on. Fat, turning, demon smoke is pouring in through the bomb bay door and through the bullet holes starboard and through the gunman’s windows. Yusuf grabs a radio and shouts to anyone still alive, “Bail, Bail!”

Tagging @runaeveena what are u up to brove 👀👀👀

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tcr55 · 4 months

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Sydney’s Bronte beach has two “pools”. Out of shot to the right is the wonderful ocean pool built in 1887.

In shot is the natural pool, The Bogey Hole.

Both are worth a dip, but one is for laps and the other is for bobbing.

A dawn treat.

#sydney #dawn #ocean #pool #clouds #landscape

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minilpark · 2 years

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my everything with rooster

warnings: canon injuries, character death, not edited

genre: hurt angst pain no comfort >:)

author notes: honestly imagining this scenario hurt me so much, i just hope i wrote it down in a way you can feel it too- this is my first "real" fic, so pls be gentle. also, there's an implied pining for each other

y/c/s - your callsign

waking up this morning, you didn't expect "making an emergency landing" would ever be in your to-do list. only thing you had to worry about today was supposed to be surveillance of enemy positions, nothing too big, especially since there was a ceasefire agreement established.

emphasis on was.

running into bogeys was nothing new for you nor rooster especially for being in the job for so long. all you were instructed to do was to scare them off, specifically no weapons allowed to be fired unless fired upon first.

"easy enough" you thought while proceeding to get tone on one of the su-57's that were sent out. after their pilot bugged out, you turned to look over at rooster and see how he was doing.

"how's it goin over there flyboy? you need some help?" you chuckle seeing him try to maneuver behind the enemy while you begin to close in.

before he could even get a response out, you could see and hear the enemy's guns being shot at his aircraft. rushing over to back up your wingman, you radio back to command letting them know the situation. upon hearing "weapons free", you begin to engage the enemy.

however, they were a formidable opponent. being able to constantly shake you and rooster, getting multiple shots in on both your aircraft in vital places. for you, it was the fuel tank, but for rooster, it was the cockpit. turns out mav wasn't wrong when he told the both of you months before that it's not the plane, it's the pilot.

with the limited time you two had left to keep this fight up, you had finally managed to get good tone on the plane and shoot the bird out of the sky. not having good structural integrity of either of your planes, rooster made an executive decision to make an emergency landing...on enemy territory.

once you two got settled in a secure, but hidden spot, you called for emergency evac. after which, rooster let out a breathy chuckle, catching your attention.

"hey what's so funny, bradshaw?" you smile confusedly while scooting closer on the snowy ground to your wingman.

rooster rested his head on the tree trunk turning slightly to you and smiled a bit

"ah nothing, just the fact that all of this happened on what was supposed to be a simple surveillance mission is all-" he said while letting out another breathy laugh, making you furrow your eyebrows in slight concern at the sound of a wince at the end of his laugh.

"yeah- but if anyone got caught in a situation like this, it would've definitely been us..." you shifted slightly to face him better and tilted your head "are you doing alright?" you said while giving him a once over and noticing a bit of blood soaking through his flight suit.

without even waiting for an answer, you unzipped his suit, leading to his eyes widening and him scooting back slightly

"woah, y/c/s, take me on a date first before you try to get in my pants-" he joked, before realising how serious the look on your face was and quieted down.

seeing how bad the damage was, you felt your blood run cold. you could tell the bullet went clean through which usually was good, but with the size of about a 20mm round, it left a sizable hole in bradley's abdomen. the reason he couldn't feel anything wrong was because his adrenaline is still running...at least for now.

before he could get a good look at his abdomen, you quickly cut off the sleeves of your flight suit and put pressure on the wound to try and buy time for evac to arrive which was estimated to be about an hour from now.

rooster winced which indicated the adrenaline was wearing off.

"so how bad is it? and don't pick now to start sugarcoating your words-" how this man could still find a way to joke with you was beyond comprehension-

"you'll be fine. i just need to buy you some time before evac can get here since there isn't much i can treat you with at the moment." you tell him while running through your head of what you can do to try and slow his bleeding as he's probably lost a good bit of blood from the time he got shot till the time you actually noticed.

rooster winced again while trying to sit up, "alright, what can i do then?"

"i would say that you can sit here looking pretty for me while i fix you up, but i need you to hold this down and keep pressure on the wound while i figure something out-" you say before taking his hand and placing it over the area.

taking a breath for a second to clear your head, you realise there isn't enough time to run back to where you two stashed the jets for the first aid kit and make it back to rooster in time, so you're going to have to make due with what you have to try and slow the bleeding.

which means the best you can do is tie off his flight suit sleeves as tight as you can around his abdomen to keep pressure on it.

and surprisingly enough, this worked for a while. you kept a diligent eye on the area and kept him talking as best you could. which wasn't hard as you two, under regular circumstances, seemed to never stop rambling about nonsense or arguing about stupid things.

until you noticed his responses became far and few in between your own.

looking up at him, you noticed how pale and sweaty his skin became compared to his natural glow and the snow surrounding you both.

you sat up and patted his cheek lightly with one of your hands, "rooster don't go falling asleep on me now-" you insisted, while the other checked his pulse. he was going into shock, so you lay him down and elevate his legs a bit.

"i'm sorry darlin' just...feeling a bit tired is all-" he breathed out shallowly.

"i know, i know, but i need you to fight a little longer, evac should be only 10 minutes out, we're almost home" you stressed

yet, despite all your best efforts, the blood loss and pain is too great and you can tell he's really starting to fade as it gets harder and harder for him to keep his eyes open-

"nononono don't go, stay with me please. please, i can't lose you. you- you're everything i wanted to be. if you go-" you plead while chuckling slightly "then..then who will i argue with on who's the better pilot-"

he smiles weakly and holds the hand that you've rested on his cheek while looks up at you, and at barely a whisper,

"you'll always be the better half...i love-" and just like that you saw the light fade from his doe eyes

no pulse.

but you were "too damn stubborn" -rooster's words, not your own- to accept that he was truly gone

so you began compressions for what seemed like hours until the paramedics arrived.

even when they landed and ran over to you, offering to take over, you wouldn't budge.

you still didn't budge even when the paramedics looked to each other and shook their heads, confirming the loss of your partner.

you knew that stopping the compressions would just confirm your worst fears, that bradley was truly gone before you could even tell him how you truly felt about him.

and yet, that choice wasn't up to you.

you were pulled off his lifeless body, being dragged and hauled to the helicopter to return to the carrier.

the last glimpse you got of him before the funeral was being zipped into a bodybag.

when you touched down on the carrier, the world around you was silent.

and it feels like your life has been that way since.

#anyways i r e a l l y tried my best with this besties #again this is my first real fic so i hope it's okay #im sorry it took so long to put out #topgun #top gun maverick #topgun maverick imagines #bradley rooster bradshaw #topgun hcs #topgun headcanons #topgun maverick hcs #topgun maverick headcanons #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw angst #rooster angst

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