noodle is a babe

2

I love how he’s like 3 and he’s talkin to em like he’s some sort of businessman.

Patater Week - Day 5

Feb. 10 - Social Media Shenanigans – Jeff kind of wishes that he didn’t know Kent and Alexei apparently sext each other through Snapchat pretty regularly. 1.3K

“What the hell are you doing?” Jeff asks, a towel over his head as he enters the locker room.

Kent doesn’t even look remotely embarrassed as he pulls his shirt down and pockets his phone. “Sexy snapchatting my boyfriend.”

“Okay.”

Alexei Mashkov likes his men blond, shameless, and a little stupid, he supposes. There’s no helping taste.

He shouldn’t be that surprised when, that night while marathoning Game of Thrones by himself, he gets a notification that he’s received a snapchat from Kent. When he opens it, he nearly drops his phone and spills his cup noodles all over his crotch.

Miss you lots babe, when you coming to Vegas??? Providence is no fun, the caption says. The Kent in the photo is lying down on what seems to be super soft blankets, the picture taken from the up-down to showcase Kent’s exceptional abs all the way down to his low waistband. He has an actual finger in his mouth, like he’s trying to play coy. It’s clearly sent to the wrong person. 

Keep reading

My Angel // Jeff Atkins x Reader

Originally posted by pinkcollapse

Prompt: Can you do a Jeff Atkins one-shot where the reader is his girlfriend and leaves the party before he goes on the beer run and gets in the accident and Clay finds him and he’s still alive but needs to go to the hospital and Clay calls her and she goes to the hospital and Clay stays for a while and then leaves and Jeff wakes up and sees her sleeping on the chair in his room? There’s cute couple stuff when Jeff returns to school. No smut. The reader isn’t on the tapes.


You were at Jessica Davis’s party that kicked off junior year. Jeff and you were talking to Clay and Hannah in the kitchen. Jeff had his arm resting around your shoulder comfortably. You checked the time on your phone.

“It’s getting late. I should get home soon,” you announced.

Jeff looked at you with pleading eyes. “Awe, stay babe. Please?”

“Jeff, it’s late and I’m really tired,” you caressed his face.

He kissed your cheek delicately. “I’ll go with you.”

You sighed. You didn’t want to be the girlfriend that forced her boyfriend to go wherever she went. “No, Jeff. You stay and have fun.”

He smiled at you in admiration. “Let me walk you to your car at least.”

You nodded your head and took his hand in yours.

“Bye Hannah! Bye Clay!” You waved at them and they waved back.

Jeff walked you to your car with your fingers intertwined with his. You unlocked the doors and turned around. Jeff pulled you closer to him by your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck as an instinct. Both of you stayed there hugging each other in comfortable silence. He lifted his head from your shoulder and connected his lips with yours passionately. You felt every ounce of his love for you within that moment.

He pecked your forehead. “Get home safe, baby girl.”

You inhaled his addicting scent of mint. “I will. I love you, Jeff Atkins.”

He flashed a smile at you and kissed your nose. “I love you too, (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

You gave him one last peck on the cheek before entering your car and starting it up. He watched you pull out from the driveway and blew you a kiss. You pretended to catch it and drove off towards your house. You unlocked the door silently and crept up the stairs. Once you got in your room, you texted Jeff you got home safe. He replied instantly. 

Atkins: that’s good baby ❤️ I’m gonna go on a beer run real quick!

Y/N: didn’t you drink tonight?!

Atkins: two beers, two hours ago 😄

Y/N: promise me you’ll be careful

Atkins: I promise. I love you 💛

Y/N: I love you Atkins 💓

You locked your phone and went to the restroom to get ready for bed. After a showering and brushing your teeth, you laid in bed ready to fall asleep. You were in the midst of a dream consisting of a future with Jeff when your ringtone woke you up.

You answered it without looking at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“(Y/N),” Clay spoke concerned.

You sat up in your bed. “Clay, what’s wrong?”

You could hear his heavy breathing on the other end of the line. “It’s Jeff. He got in a car accident and he’s in the hospital.”

You sat there silent, unable to move. Tears started to well up in your eyes.

“(Y/N)? Are you there?”

You snapped out of your trance and wiped your tears. “I’ll be there in ten.”

You threw on Jeff’s varsity jacket on over the oversized t-shirt of his. You kept your pajama shorts on and laced up your converse. You drove in silence, memories of Jeff replaying in your head.

You snuck out of your house to meet your best friend in the park.

“Jeff! Are you crazy?! It’s midnight!” You whisper yelled.

He was sitting at the top of the slide, staring down at you with a smirk. “The best memories are ones made by spontaneous actions.”

You sat on the swing, adoring the teenager with the heart of a child. He slid down and stood behind you, pushing you forward. You swung your legs back and forth and allowed the sound of crickets to calm you down.

You observed the stars above you. “Jeff! You should swing with me! The stars look amazing from up here!”

He didn’t respond. You suddenly felt your body stop and Jeff pulled you closer to him. You glanced over your right shoulder and saw him staring at you in admiration. Both of you leaned in slowly, cautious of how each of you would react. You felt a spark ignite in your stomach when his plush lips touched yours. He pulled away only to give you one more last kiss.

You rested your forehead against his with the biggest grin. “How long have you been waiting to do that?”

“Years.”

You arrived in the hospital parking lot, unprepared for what was ahead of you. Once the hospital doors slid open, you saw Jeff’s parents along with Clay in the lobby. Mrs. Atkins came up to you and grasped you tightly. You immediately responded by crying into her shoulder.

“It’s okay, mija. His hip bone is broken, but he’s in a coma. All we can do is pray.” You nodded and she wiped your tears. “You can go see him if you’d like.”

You thanked her and went towards Clay in the waiting seat. He stood up and gave you a sympathetic look.

You broke down in his arms.

“I’ll stay with you until you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Clay.”

Clay sat with you in the waiting room, rubbing the top of your hand in comfort. After calming down from all the tears, you got up from your seat. You gave him one last goodbye hug before heading towards Jeff’s room. You saw the love of your life peacefully resting with a bandage around his forehead and a cast on his waist along with minor cuts and scrapes. You sat in the seat beside him.

“Hey Jeff,” you expressed. “You may not be able to hear me right now, but please fight. Please fight for your parents. Please fight for the people that love you. Please fight for me.”

You sniffled and rested your head against his shoulder as you held his hand. “You know, I had a dream. I had two beautiful children with a beautiful husband living in a beautiful home. Once you get through this we’ll have it all. I promise to give you all my love and make that dream a reality.“

You leaned back in the chair with your hand still in Jeff’s.

Mrs. Atkins came into the room. “Honey, it’s getting late. You should get home.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Atkins. I want to stay with him.”

She smiled at your love for her son and kissed the top of your head. “I have to get to work. Please text or call me when he wakes up.”

She squeezed your hand in left the room. The sound of the monitor beeping filled the empty room as you waited patiently for Jeff’s eyes to open. The rhythm of the machines dozed you off to sleep.

Jeff’s POV 

The pain soared throughout my whole body and I felt a major headache banging against my skull.

(Y/N)’s voice began to fill my ears. “You know, I had a dream. I had two beautiful children with a beautiful husband living in a beautiful home. Once you get through this we’ll have it all. I promise to give you all my love and make that dream a reality.”

I tried to open my eyes and respond to my love but my body was too weak. I felt guilt run through me as the memories of another car crashing into the left side of my car flowed into my head. She told me to be careful, but I wasn’t. I became drowsy again and fell into another slumber. 

I pried my eyes open a few hours later. Her hand was still in mine as she squished her body into the small chair. I noticed she had on my jacket along with my shirt underneath. Her hair fell delicately against her face as her mouth was slightly parted. My lips formed into a weak smile. She was my angel. My guardian angel.

I shifted in the bed and squeezed her hand to wake her up, knowing she was a light sleeper. She rubbed her eyes and looked at me with astonishment.

“Come here, baby.” I attempted to open my arms.

She slowly molded into me, afraid to hurt me. The tears streamed down her cheeks. “I thought you were gone, Jeff. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

I ran my fingers in her hair. “I’m sorry, darling. And I will give you all my love and raise those two beautiful children with you.”

She looked up at me in shock. “You heard all of that?”

I chuckled with a slight pain. “Yes. I love you so much.”

She kissed my cut lips sweetly. “I love you more than anything, Jeff Atkins.”


You  carried your boyfriend’s books and backpack along with yours. He saw you struggling and tried to take his backpack from you.

“Jeff! If you try to grab this from me one more time I’m not gonna let you kiss me for a week,” you threatened.

He let you drag yourself with the weight on your back. “You’re a cruel woman, (Y/N).”

“Not cruel, just helpful.”

Lunch came around and you fed him the soup his mom packed.

“You guys are so adorable,” Hannah conveyed. “Why aren’t you like that with me, Helmet?”

Clay placed his arm around her shoulder. “Because nothing is more unique than a (Y/N) and Jeff love story.”

Jeff ate the chicken noodle off of the spoon. “You know I can feed myself, babe. My hip bone is broken, not my arms.”

You scooped some for yourself. “I know, I just wanted an excuse to treat you like a baby.”

Jeff leaned over and pecked your cheek. “I love you more and more every day.”

“Right back at ya, babe,” you winked.

Hannah and Clay made gagging noises and both of you just laughed. Jeff snuggled his head in the crook of your neck.

“So what are we naming our kids?”

Tbh I hate all these headcanons about how Russel, 2D, and Murdoc are over-protective father figures. Like, these guys are living the rock star lifestyle so they are not really going to be A+ parent material.

For starters, they know damn well that Noodle is perfectly capable of kicking the ass of anyone who tries to hurt her. Second, they probably would have been super liberal and encouraged her to try anything and everything because she’s got to see what the world is like for herself. 

“You wanna try smoking? Okay.”

“What does a highball taste like? Here you go.”

“What do you mean ‘what’s the sound in Left Hand Suzuki Method’? Well…here.“

“You think that person’s hot? Okay, here’s a condom.”

“We’re going to a strip joint and we don’t have a babysitter. You’re coming with.”

Considering Hewlett’s cynicism, I think this is a more accurate portrayal of how he’d have Noodle grow up. It’s more realistic if you think about the way a lot of child stars grow up.


Otherwise, how does your sweet and innocent baby doll grow up to be the snarling, smoking, machine gun-toting babe she is today?