#…i’m just gonna say ‘surfer dudes’

[misiahasahardname]

family comes in all shapes and sizes…

ignore how i drew brody here. i’m not proud of how he turned out.

original

[slxsherr]

You're My Favorite Explosion

read part I here and part II here

pairing: charlie walker x bimbo!fem!reader

summary: your relationship isn't perfect, but neither of you could imagine being with anyone else.

wc: 1558

warnings: fem!reader, cursing swearing, kinda angsty, oral sex (m!receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

bimbo!reader and charlie have a pretty chill senior year imo, since charlie’s busy with you he never gets roped into jill’s ghostface plan.

bimbo!reader ends up being pretty good friends with kirby, completely oblivious to her and charlie’s past. it leads to some awkward situations, but eventually you figure out it’s best not to involve the two. 

bimbo!reader buys charlie three months of a horror movie themed subscription box for christmas and he nearly screams when he opens it and a slasher’s head pops out like a jack in the box. he got you a heart locket with his initials engraved on the back, he’s embarrassed bc he thinks it’s cheesy but you love it. 

bimbo!reader is charlie’s first new year’s kiss, among other new year’s firsts ;)

bimbo!reader and charlie say “i love you” for the first time on valentine’s day. 

bimbo!reader and charlie go to the beach over spring break, and he nearly cums in his trunks when he sees you in your skimpy little bikini. he worries some surfer dude is gonna steal you away from him, but his worries are quickly laid to rest when you spend the whole time doting on him. you’re worried he’s gonna burn, he’s so pale, so you make sure he reapplies sunblock and ask him to get your back and shoulders bc “skin cancer isn’t sexy, baby”.

bimbo!reader gets upset during prom season, charlie never asks you to be his date so you feel like he doesn’t wanna go. he just thought it was implied you were going together, plans a cheesy promposal to make it up to you.

bimbo!reader gets nominated for prom queen and actually wins, but refuses to dance with the prom king bc you don’t wanna dance with anyone else but charlie. 

bimbo!reader almost doesn’t graduate bc of some misunderstandings in class, but charlie helps you appeal to the teachers and turn in your missing assignments so you can graduate. 

bimbo!reader throws charlie a party when he gets accepted as a film major at usc.

bimbo!reader drags charlie to parties, beaches, concerts, anything to spend time with him before he leaves for college, since you're not going to the same one as him.

bimbo!reader and charlie get into an argument before he leaves, he says things he doesn't mean, things he shouldn't have said, and you let him know that he's free to fuck whoever he wants at usc since he's single now.

college!charlie regrets the whole stupid argument, his first few weeks of college are shit bc everyone is more pretentious than him, none of the girls are you, and he's pretty sure his roommate has been using his shampoo.

college!charlie leaves a party early when a drunk girl tries making out with him, her lipgloss is nauseating, and he misses your soft, fruit flavored kisses.

college!charlie finds you walking down greek row on his way back to his dorm, crying with your heels in hand, and he doesn't hesitate to console you.

“Why are you crying?,” Charlie asks, standing in front of you, surprising you. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, tone accusatory, ignoring his question.

“I should be asking you that question, but I’m not. Why are you crying?” He repeats his question, watching your mascara run down your cheeks as you sniffle. 

“I got dragged to a stupid frat party,” you answer, throwing your arms over his shoulders to pull him into a hug. 

“Is that it? Nothing happened?” He asks, his own arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close to him. 

“Not really, I just wish you were with me,” you say, and Charlie can feel your tears through his shirt, dampening his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice cracking as he holds back his own tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” You ask, ignoring his apology. 

“Anything you want,” he says, and the two of you separate to begin walking to his dorm. 

It’s almost as if nothing has changed, Charlie is the same as before you broke up, offering to switch shoes so you don’t have to walk barefoot. He stumbles at first in your heels, but once you manage to give him tips through your laughs he’s able to walk normally. Thankfully his dorm isn’t far, soon you’re both in the elevator, and he’s able to shamelessly take off your heels to walk down the hall to his room. 

Charlie has half a mind to block the door with a chair, but figures his roommate will just go home with a friend or a girl from the party he left him at. Instead, he focuses his attention on you, watching you strip out of your revealing outfit and going through his dresser to wear one of his shirts. He wonders if this is what you would’ve done every weekend if he hadn’t said what he said when the two of you had that stupid fight, but he tries not to think about it too much as he changes clothes and joins you in his twin bed, way too small for both of you and forcing you closer together. 

“I forgive you, Charlie,” you say after a while, head resting on his chest, your breaths syncing with his as the two of you begin to doze off. 

“Thank you,” he says, voice soft as his eyes well with tears.

“I love you, baby,” you say, moving on top of him, straddling his hips. “I love you so much,” you say again, leaning down to kiss him, and he can taste the faint trace of fruity lipgloss you wear, most likely having worn off throughout the night.

“I love you too,” he says when your lips separate from his, feeling you pepper kisses across his face. “I’ve missed you so much,” he says, hands massaging your hips as you grind on him, your kisses trailing lower, across his jawline and down his neck. 

“Me too, missed you so much,” you say, moving down the bed, pulling down his boxers to reveal his half-formed erection. 

You don’t waste time, spitting in your palm to wrap around his shaft and licking at the tip languidly. It gets messy quickly, as he leaks pre and hardens fully, you start drooling. Your own underwear is damp just from listening to his moans, walls clenching around nothing when you hear him whimper when you suck on his tip. He pulls you away from his dick, and you move back up the bed to kiss him at his request. 

“You don’t have to do that, let me–” he says, trying to switch positions, but you stop him. 

“No, I wanna ride you,” you say, lining him up with your entrance, your underwear pushed to the side, sitting on his cock before he can try to flip you over again.

“Fuck,” he moans, feeling your tight walls for the first time since before the semester started, holding your hips in a bruising grip to keep you from moving. 

Your nails scratch against his lower stomach, leaving thin red lines as you try to move, desperate for any movement. Throughout your breakup, you had been far too miserable to try to find someone else, and your sex drive had almost completely disappeared once your pretty boyfriend wasn’t around. Now that he’s under you, buried deep inside you, stretching you on his cock and setting a fire inside you, you can’t hold back. 

Prying his hands off your hips and holding them down on either side of his head is easier than you thought, and you intertwine your fingers as you lift your hips up, squeezing them when you slam your hips back down. His voice is heavenly, encouraging you to keep a steady pace as you bounce on his dick, moaning wantonly as you connect your lips to his in a sloppy kiss.

It’s messy, desperate sex, both of you giving and taking pleasure from the other, eager to let the other know how much they were missed. You let go of his hands to move his hair out of his face, gripping the dark locks when his hands grope your tits, pinching your nipples before moving down to tease your clit. 

Your pace falters from the sudden stimulation, and he takes the opportunity to plant his feet and grab your hips, fucking up into you at a faster pace. He reaches deeper this way, making you keen in his ear as the two of you approach orgasm. Thin red lines run from his shoulders to his chest, your nails marking him as he pinches your clit, and you cry out as he keeps fucking you through your release. 

“Fuck, baby, just a bit more,” he says, voice strained, feeling you shake as you tense up in pleasure. 

Your words are more like whines, slurring out barely comprehensible ‘i love you's and begging for him to cum. It’s what sends him over the edge, hearing you begging for him to finish, and his pace falters as he cums inside you, haphazardly bucking up into you as he rides out his high.

For the first time since he started college, Charlie falls asleep peacefully, your warmth soothing him. It’s easy to drift off when he doesn’t have guilt, remorse, and longing gnawing at his heart.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

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Hello!! For you since you’ve been interested in it for awhile and i promised you a scene ages ago and only just now finished it: big heart, I wanna let it bleed, aka buck joins the team younger fic! Here’s a complete drabble about them running into Phillip on a call…

They’re not in an enclosed space but, somehow, the kid’s laughter is still echoing around them. Bobby tries to bite down on his smile as he calls a vaguely warning “Buck,” though he’s not too worried about professionalism seeing as the surfer — who’s trunks are truly mystifyingly tangled on his board — is cracking up even harder. He’s sort of… hung up there, board stuck nose down in the sand, man dangling up on the back end of it. They seem too far up the beach for a wave to have done this, but what does Bobby know, he’s from a landlocked state.

“Sorry, Cap,” Buck wheezes. “Do we, uh… need the ladder?”

Bobby takes a measured inhale as he hears some kind of frantically smothered squeak sound coming from — is that Chimney? One of the paramedics, anyway — and shakes his head. “I think we can just lower the board down, if you’ll give me a hand. That sound alright to you, sir?”

The surfer gets through a few more wheezing chuckles before he can say “Yeah dude, lower away.”

They manage it pretty smoothly, with him and Buck on either side and Hen and Chim ready to catch the weight of the surfer. Hen starts off the next small round of laughter as she tries to de-tangle the swim trunks to move their vic, but everybody manages to calm down as they get to the actual medical examination.

As Hen and Chimney poke and prod, Buck chatters. “I learned to surf a few years ago, over in the Carolinas.”

“No shit?” The surfer grins. “Like Charleston? I gotta cousin over there.”

“Yeah, Folly Beach sometimes, but mostly went up to the Banks.”

“Sick.” The surfer gestures to where Hen’s wrapping some gauze around his bloodied elbow. “What’s your worst wipeout?”

Buck laughs again, a little delighted sound, always happy to be included. “Oh man- My first time out on the water, like the second wave I ever caught, just tossed me right off completely.” He tugs up his shirt before Bobby dawn shake his head not to, and twists around to show a jagged old scar on his lower back. “Landed on some rocks, needed fourteen stitches.”

The surfer whistles as Hen shakes her head. “I don’t think you’ll need any stitches for this one, but there’s enough debris in there I’m gonna recommend we take you to the hospital so they can get it all out.”

“Sure thing,” the guy says, looking more relaxed than Buck taking a nap on the couch after second helpings of mac and cheese. “Thanks man.”

“No problem,” Bobby says, definitely no trace of a chuckle in his voice no matter the delighted glances his team sends him.

The surfer tries to twist towards Buck once they get him on the gurney, winces, and then just turns his head. “You ever surf out here?”

“Have a few times, but I don't have a board or anything.”

“Man, you should come out and join us! We got a group most weekday mornings, I'm sure somebody could get you set up.”

Buck looks happy as a dog with a bone, glancing at Bobby with a mile wide grin. It's a familiar kind of look, though it takes until they're almost at the ambulance — Buck chatting away all the while — for him to place it, and it nearly makes him stumble when he does. Robert would give him that look when he made a new friend on the playground and got invited to hang out. Please, Dad, can I go? He's sure Buck didn't mean anything by it. Bobby doesn't have that authority in his life, nicknames and Springsteen concerts nothing that adds up to a tangible connection. And the kid- well, he's not a kid. 25 years old, can arrange his own playdates perfectly well. Still, Bobby feels a little off kilter as they load the ambulance.

“Rad, man, see you around.” The surfer is grinning at Buck, two happy little suns shining at each other. “Ask for Stevey,” he says, loosely pointing at himself. Steven Barney, he'd given as his name to dispatch.

Buck smiles, waves goodbye. “I'm-”

“Evan?”

Buck turns like a man in a haunted house, startled at an impossible sound with all the color draining out of him. The apparition takes the appearance of a white man a little older than Bobby, wearing neat, pale clothes and a sort of constipated, caught expression. They see that look on calls sometimes, with men who are going through an emergency with women who are not their wives and who are still trying to pretend they've done nothing at all untoward.

“D-” Buck blinks, a few times, hard. “Dad?”

Bobby can't help joining in Hen and Chin's shared oh shit look. There's not an overly familiar resemblance between the two — perhaps a shared stake in forehead real estate — but the man doesn't refute it. “I'll let you get back to work,” he says, glancing towards the sea, the ambulance, eyes landing briefly on Bobby before jumping away again, startled.

“Wait, wh-” Buck steps forward, hand wandering out in front of him before dropping back to his side. “What are you doing in LA? Did you have- a-a work trip?”

Buck's father clears his throat. “It's Brian’s birthday.”

“Oh,” Buck says, blinking again, rapidly this time, a fish thrown in new water. “He- he lives in California now?”

“No, no,” the man says dismissively, like he doesn't know why anyone on earth would choose to live in California. “He’s retiring early, wanted to make a weekend of it.”

“So-” Buck scrambles, visibly, and it makes Bobby aware of the small audience of first responders (and surfer), so he closes the ambulance door despite Hen and Chim’s wide eyes and shaking heads, and thumps the back so they pull away. Buck doesn’t seem to notice either way. “You’re- you’re here for a few days? We should- we could go get lunch? I-I have to work until tomorrow morning but-”

“It’s a busy weekend,” the man grumbles, doing a motion with his hands almost like he's patting himself down to make sure he has his wallet, the movements of someone making sure they're good to leave. “I won't have the time.”

Buck stands there, looking more wounded than any of the times he's been banged up on calls. “I- haven't seen you in- in like four years-”

“And who's fault is that?” His father laughs dismissively. “If you want to run off and throw your life away you can't complain about it later.”

“I-I didn't, I like what I- I have a job, I- I found…” Buck frowns, and Bobby worries for a moment he's going to cry out here in front of his father and colleagues and the beach goers of Santa Monica. He holds it together, though. “I like it here, and I like my job, and I'd like to tell you about it-”

“I won't have the time, Evan.” He doesn't even consider for a moment backing out of his obvious lie. “You can call next week if you want. Your mother will be glad to know you're in one piece.”

“Okay,” Buck says, shoulders sinking down and turning in. He goes from a 6’3” wall of muscle to a lost child right before Bobby’s eyes, hell of a magic trick. “Sorry,” Buck says, as Bobby does some math, works backwards a little. Fourteen stitches, definitely more recent than four years ago. He thinks about the laws of physics, or at least traffic, he’d break if he knew Robert was bleeding in an ocean somewhere in the world. “Sorry,” Buck says again — why, why should he be apologizing — and nods a few times. “I’ll- I’ll make sure to call.”

His father nods back. “We still work, so-”

“Yeah, after five, I know.”

“And your mother has book club on Tuesdays.”

“Okay.” Smaller, and smaller. Bobby remembers reading Alice in Wonderland to Brook, wonders how big Buck’s pool of tears is to shrink him so much. “I’ll just-” Buck clenches his fists, just for a moment, and then hides them in his pockets. “I’ll just try. If you’re busy you don’t have to pick up.”

Oh, God, give an inch and they’ll take a mile. Buck’s father looks visibly relieved at the offer of plausible deniability. “Alright.” He doesn’t move to hug his son, doesn’t even reach out for a handshake, staying a careful several feet away. “I’m sure you need to get back to your job,” he says, raising eyebrows in Bobby’s direction. It makes him bristle, he doesn’t want to be a forced coconspirator in judging Buck for something he hasn’t even done wrong. Buck wilts even further beside him. His father gives one final nod. “Goodbye, Evan.”

He’s already walking away by the time Buck says “Bye, Dad.”

And then they’re all just standing there. Hen and Chimney went off to the hospital, sure, but there’s still a handful of firefighters lingering around, either trying to make a lot of eye contact or no eye contact at all. Buck stares firmly at the ground. Bobby clears his throat.

“Alright, let's pack it up.” If they were operating under any other circumstance Bobby might compliment his crew for how quickly and quietly they get loaded into the trucks.

The ride back to the station is quiet, too, usual engine chit chat locked in everyone’s throats. Bobby’s pretty sure he sees Nichols subtly and somewhat frantically typing on his phone. Mostly, though, he watches Buck in the rearview. The kid is staring resolutely out the window, but Bobby would bet he’s not seeing a thing. His leg bounces on the seat, and Rodriguez doesn't even do the polite cut-it-out cough. Bobby wonders how many of Buck's stories he's overheard, if he's also now watching them tilt, shift, rearrange in his head. Dumb little boy stuff, skateboard-bike-motorcycle stunts, climbing up trees to fall out of them, all told with class clown energy, wasn't I stupid but wasn't it fun, wasn't it funny? Bobby got up to some shit when he was a kid, trailing after Charlie and taking any ill-advised dare the older kids tossed out to him, but he got hurt and he went home, his mom kissed his scrapes, even his dad would ruffle his hair and grab the first aid kit on his good days. Bobby looks at Buck looking out at nothing and tries to count the broken bones scattered between the big grins and his audience’s corresponding groans, tries to imagine Buck — all his silliness, all his sunshine — going home hurt to parents whose care comes with office hours.

When they pull into the station everyone flees the engine like there’d been a chemical spill, leaving Buck standing alone silhouetted against shiny scarlet paint. Bobby hesitates, one foot still up on the truck bed. He doesn’t want to overstep, but- he can’t stop thinking about how far away Buck’s father stood. The kid deserves someone to come closer. He only wished there was someone better than himself around to do it.

“Hey, kid-”

“I never knew what I did wrong.” Buck is frowning into middle distance, shoulders still tucked in around him. “I- I know I was stupid in- in high school, and college, but-” he looks right at Bobby, eyes wide, and he looks- oh, kid, come home. You’re hurting, come home, you’ll be taken care of, I got a first aid kid at least and I’ll learn to do better than that. “It was always like this- I-” Buck shrugs and here, finally, come the tears. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” Bobby says, and it's only two steps over to him, and he’s never even casually side hugged this kid before but Buck sinks right into his arms.

“You can’t know that-”

“I can.” Buck’s so tall. Bobby’s not sure the last time he hugged somebody taller than him. He wonders how tall his dad was, looming so large in memory but an unknown in actual imperial measurement. He wonders how tall Robert would’ve gotten. “You were a kid. You were their kid. There’s nothing you could have done that was so bad they shouldn’t have loved you anyway.”

Buck shudders against him, and his shoulder is getting wet, and the ambulance will be back soon and there’s firefighters milling about and, always, work to do.

But they can take a little time here. Bobby’ll bend it around, if he has to. The laws of traffic, the laws of physics. It startles him, scares him a little, but- he’d break them for Buck, too.

[redhead1180]

ok so like I’ve been looking for like five about rudy baby and like I have one in particular that i begging for someone to write and it’s like the reader could be like a surfer girl type of person and like he’s out on the beach one day and like he sees the reader and he thinks she’s hot and they like talk and stuff and they start like hanging out and then one day rudy is completely fed up with it and he’s just like fuck it I need you and they end up having the hottest sex of the century lol 😆 I’m giggling and kicking my feet rn! 🤣🤣🤣

Oy vey girl, I have NOT wrote for Rudy, but we gonna do this. Also, I know absolutely nothing about surfing. I am so sorry for the delay, I really hope you like it.

Thanks to @haven247 for helping when my brain went stupid.

All graphsi by @saradika-graphics

Rudy, Chase, and JD were out on the beach brushing up on their surfing skills for the new season. Jonas had told them there was going to be more surfing this season and the boys needed a refresher.

"I'm getting too old for this shit" Chase said as they all three stand at the water with surfboards in hand.

"Yeah, ya are old man" Rudy snickered.

"Fuck you" Chase chuckles as he flips Rudy off and rolls his eyes.

"You're both too fucking old for this shit, I however, am in my prime" JD comments as he flexes in front of them.

Rudy slaps him in the stomach, "I ain't that much older than you, asshole"

"Alright let's get this over with" Chase grumbles as they all head into the water.

For the next hour or so, they surfed, busted their asses more times than they wanted to admit, and laughed so hard their ribs hurt.

That's when Rudy saw you, carrying a board and laughing with some friends. His heart skipped a beat at how beautiful and carefree you looked and he couldn't stop himself from staring at you stripped down to a bikini and made your way to the water.

"Calling to Rudy, you there man?" He vaguely heard JD say next to him.

"Huh, what?" He snapped his around to JD.

"I asked if you're ready to call it or want to do some more, but looks like someone or something has your attention" JD smirked.

"Uh, no, I think I'm gonna stay a bit and practice more" Rudy mumbled to no one in particular, still unable to keep his eyes off you as you begin to surf the waves.

"Oh I see, right, you practice man" Chase chuckles patting him the back.

"yeah catch ya later" Rudy said offhandedly as he waved to the guys, eyes never leaving you, as he rode his board your way.

He rode over to you, watching your look of exhilaration after catching that last wave.

"Hey, you, um, you look pretty good out there" Rudy called to you as he rode up by your board. IDIOT, what the hell was that he thought to himself. But then had to remind himself to breath when he saw how more beautiful you were up close.

"Oh, thanks." You giggle "it wasn't much" you look out at the ocean as you wring your hair out.

"Looked like to me" Rudy smiled and put his hand out "I'm Rudy".

You smiled at him, a breathtaking smile he thought.

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you" you shook his hand, smiling the whole time. "You surf out here often"

Rudy felt a shock of electricity run up his arm, and the fact you bit you bottom lip, he was pretty sure you felt it to.

"Umm, not as much as I'd like, but yea when I have time. Although I am definitely not as good as you" he manages to stammer out. Fuck dude, your not a teenager get it together, Rudy yelled to himself.

"C'mon then, big boy, let's see what ya got" You challenge him as you look out at the waves.

"After you" he smirks, motioning his hand out.

For the next hour, you guys catch waves, talk, and honestly have a really good time, until your friends holler it's time to go.

"Well, blondie, looks like my ride is leaving. Sorry to say I must leave you now" you say, you voice laced with disappointment.

"You want to meet up again" Rudy asks, a little too desperate.

"Yea I'm free Tuesday, meet ya in the morning say around 8, best waves" you grin mischievously.

"I'll be here" Rudy promised.

For the next few weeks you guys carve out time in each other's lives to meet up several times. You both learn more about each other, laugh and build up a relationship more and more with every meeting. Things between you are closer now, touches come more freely, hands linger on each other, and Rudy wonders if you feel the same way as he does.

One day you guys were out in the water, laying on the boards after surfing for a good hour, he was telling a funny story from set. Suddenly, the sky was ripped in two by a streak of lightning and you both jumped at the sudden clap of thunder.

"yup time to go" you both said in unison.

You both paddled back as fast as you could, rain starting to fall heavy as you got back to your towels. Lightening and thunder were crashing every few seconds and Rudy doesn't normally let weather bother him, but this lightning was dangerous.

"let's get in my truck, I know you don't have a ride, I can drive you home." He yells over the rain.

The beach is completely cleared out by the time you guys make it inside his truck.

*Jesus fuck" you laugh once you're in the the truck.

Rudy chuckles and turns the truck on, turning the heat on, noticing you had goose bumps all over you, both of you only in your bikini and trunks. He turns to you and starts looking you over and making no injuries or anything.

"you ok" he asked concern laced in his voice. Rudy couldn't help it, he tucks your hair behind your ear and cups your face. Looking you over for anything wrong.

"um, sorry" he stammers going to remove his hand, but you stop him.

"I'm ok Rudy" you tell him shyly as you pull his hand towards your mouth and kiss the palm of it.

Rudy's minds blanks for a second before he reacts and pulls you to him, kissing you gently. You immediately start kissing him back, threading your hands through his hair. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, seeking entrance, and you relent instantly. He cups your face with one and slips his tongue in, both of your tongues dancing for dominance. He wraps his arm around you with the other, pulling your closer, and deepens the kiss. You moan and he feels you give in and can't control the groan that escapes him, wanting to kiss you so long and it was better than he could imagine.

This kiss becomes hungry and needy, teeth clashing as you both feel the need to devour each other. Rudy slides his hand down your side to your hip and squeezes, rubbing his thumb under the bikini ties. You wrap an arm around his neck and tug on his hair, pulling from the kiss gasping. Rudy immediately begins attacking your neck, leaving open mouth kisses down, nibbling occasionally. He nibbles a spot under your ear and you buck you hips, causing him to smirk. "Found you" he whispers.

You moan, trying to tug him closer. The rain pounding the truck, thunder clapping ever few seconds, but neither of you heard it. So cocooned in your little bubble. The windows were fogging over, but you both paid no mind. Rudy had a second of clarity as he is leaves little marks on your collarbone.

"God, tell me to stop now if you want" he voice raspy from heat and desire.

"don't you fucking dare" you demand, causing him to chuckle before going back to your chest. He reach down and squeezes you ass, wanting you closer. You moan in his hair, head fallen back to give him more access.

Rudy feels you push him back... 'wha-' he starts to asked confused, but you begin to crawl over the console and straddle his lap. "Oh" he smirks as you smile devilishly down at him. Rudy feels himself go rock hard and groans into your mouth as you reclaim his lips.

"Fuck sweet girl" he mumbles against your lips as you grind down on him. He groans, hands grabbing the fat of your ass and squeezing, pulling you close and down onto him. You moan into the kiss and reach down to palm thru his shorts.

*Jesus fuck" Rudy moans before ripping the triangles of your bikini top to the side and latching on to your right breast. You gasp as he he licks, bites and sucks, half your tit in his mouth, while using his other hand to play with the other one.

"Fuck, Rudy, feels so good." You whine out as you grind down against him. Rudy couldn't remember the last time he was this hard. He moves his mouth to the other breast and reach down to untie the strings one your bikini. Focusing to NOT blow his load, which the way you were grinding and pawing him, he was finding a bit difficult. He taps your thigh for you to raise up and remove your bikini bottom.

"God you're so fuckin beautiful" Rudy says in awe as runs his hands over your body. He hears a whine escape from your lips and looks up at you all blissed out. Keeping eye contact, he slides his fingers down to your pussy and feels you soaked, making his breath hitch.

"Fuck baby you're soaked, this all for me?" He tuts as he smirks up at you, you nod and gasp as he slides his fingers through your folds gathering your wetness. He slowly begins rubbing circles on your clit, causing you to moan out and your head fall back.

Rudy slides a finger to your hole, and gently pushes it in, groaning at how tight you feel around his finger. He slowly moves it in circles, rubbing against your walls. He feels them clench around his finger and chuckles.

"somebody likes that" he teases as your fingers dig in his shoulders and you moan his name. "Fuck baby love hearing my name from those lips" Rudy groans in your ear.

As the storm rages outside the truck, both of you don't pay it any attention. Rudy adds another finger and begins to thrust them in and out of your soaked cunt. You moan and roll your hips against them.

" fuck, baby, that's it. Ride them, make a mess on my hand. I wanna taste you, c'mon y/n."

You grind faster on his fingers as he wiggles them inside you, causing you to gasp. Rudy feels your walls flutter around them and curls his fingers at your sweet spot. You cry out as he feels your release soak his hand.

"that's it, good girl" he hums in your ear as he slowly pulls out his fingers, causing you to whine, and sucks them off. "God baby your so fucking sweet."

You slam your mouth down on his, forcing your tongue in to taste yourself, moaning into him. Reaching down you undo his shorts and lift up for him to pull them down, the kiss never breaking. He slides them down and you look down and moan.

"fuck Rudy you're so fucking pretty" you moan out in awe as you reach down and begin to stroke him. Rudy groans and leans his head on your shoulder, bucking his hips into your hand. He can feel you smile.

"Fu- fuck baby can't do this, I won't last" his voice raspy as he drags his blunt nails down your back. "Fucking need inside you y/n"

"condom?" You whisper in his ear.

"console"

You grab one, and put it on him, causing him to squeeze your hips.

"fuck ple- please" he whimpers

You line yourself up and push the tip in, both of your groaning. You slow sit down him, he hisses as your walls close around him sucking him inside you.

"oh fuck" you moan as another crash of thunder explodes outside. You clench around and he grabs your hair tightly and wraps his arm around your waist.

"Jesus fuck" Rudy cries out, keeping you still, needing to collect himself so he doesn't shoot his load now.

You start to move, rolling your hips, moving them in circles as his hard cock rubs your walls.

"oh God" you moan out as your body is covered in goose bumps. You begin to bounce and Rudy moans, pulling you hair, forcing your head back. He attacks your exposed neck, leaving open mouth kisses, biting and kissing to your collarbone.

"fuck baby you feel so good, fucking taking me so well, such a good fucking girl" Rudy groans in your neck, as he squeezes your hips with one hand, the other still holding your hair. You groan and clench around him.

"oh like that, like being called a good girl" Rudy smirks as he grabs your hips and slams you down harder on him. You cry out and and dig your nails in his chest, causing him to hiss.

"oh fuck Rudy" you moan, head thrown back, tits bouncing in Rudy's face. He leans forward and sticks his tongue out, letting your nipples rub up and down on his tongue. Your hands fly into his hair to steady yourself, as you arch your back for more.

"God your so fucking beautiful" Rudy pants as you tug his hair, pulling his head back, and crash your lips on his. He can feel your walls flutter, and grabs you around the waist. He starts thrusting hard up into you.

"oh fuck yes, oh God, right there" you cry out grabbing the head rest behind him.

"Yeah, that the spot" Rudy smirks as you nod your head vigorously. "Yeah you close, gonna cum all over me"

"mhmm" you moan as Rudy feels your movements get sloppy. He reaches a hand down and begins to rub circles on your clit. He trys to focus to not cumming just yet, but he can already feel some cum slip out as he holds you tight and slams up into you.

"c'mon baby, cum for me" he barely gets the words out and he feels you clamp down around him and a rush of juices on his cock. He buried his head into your neck.

"oh fuck" you cry out, thighs trembling and hips jerking on him.

"Fuck, go-good, fu-fuck, girl" Rudy just gets out before he moans loudly and slams into you, stilling, as his load shoots into the condom. His vision goes momentarily white as he holds you tightly, before slowing his thrusts, helping you both ride out your high.

Neither of you say a word for a moment, just panting and holding onto each other. Finally Rudy pulls your wet hair back and kisses your forehead.

"you ok, sweetie" he gently asks cupping your face, looking at your fucked out face. He smiles.

"yeah" you chuckle "I'm good, I'm amazing right now"

Rudy laughs and kisses you gently, then pulls you up and off him. Both of you hiss from the sensitivity. He takes off the condom and throws it in a bag in back seat. It was still raining, from what you could tell through the fogged over windows. He helps you back in your seat, sinces your legs weren't really working properly, making him smirk. You put your bathing suit back on.

"alright let's get you home so I can fuck you properly in a bed" Rudy comments as he backs the truck up.

"oh" you laugh " round two, huh"

"oh baby we're just getting started" he smiles at you and winks.

Tagging moots @princessmaybank @blueicequeen19 @pankowperfection @starfxkr @haven247 @echobx @rafesthroatbaby @drudyslut @babygorewhore

[outsidersandlostboys]

More chaos with the seductive vampire dudes

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David: Y/N DON’T!

Y/n: what?

David: sorry, force of habit

-

Y/n running: It’s nice to feel wanted

Marko and Paul running with security behind them: NOT BY THE LAW!

-

Y/n: I’d rather drink blood than cough medicine ever again

David: that can be arranged

Y/n: What?

David: What.

-

Paul and Marko: Who says you can’t have curly hair?

Dwayne: No one ever said that

Y/n: I did, I’m gatekeeping it now

Dwayne:…

Dwayne: I wanna gatekeep you three from ever having thoughts again

-

Paul: I was understandably high as fuck

David: Y/n was supposed to be watching you and Marko

Y/n: understandably I too was high as fuck

David: and what’s your excuse? *gestures to Dwayne*

Dwayne: I live here

-

Y/n: *drunk* Ok now listen here Marko…Marko stop laughing, okay? Listen. Dieticians couldn’t be vampires, okay?

Marko: (also drunk) *trying not to laugh*

Y/n: You wanna know why Marko?

Marko: *about to cry from holding in laughter* Why Y/n?

Y/n: because they’d ask how many calories a person’s blood is. No. Marko stop laughing. I’m serious Marko.

Marko: *dying of laughter*

Paul: (high and drunk) *bursts out in laughter*

David: I regret ever allowing Y/n to drink with us

Dwayne: agreed.

-

(Okay idk why but I imagine that sometimes David is like a wine mom. So this is based off that thought.)

Dwayne: David that’s your fourth glass of wine

David: it’s okay wine’s cheaper than therapy

Dwayne: David…no…

**Later**

Y/n: David I-

David: Hang on Y/n *chugs a bottle of wine*

Y/n:…

David: Okay, you were saying?

Y/n: Never mind…

-

Marko: Y/n are you polyamorous?

Y/n: no I’m polynomial

Paul: I thought you were polyester?

Y/n: nah, my mother is though

Dwayne: WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU THREE TALKING ABOUT?!

Marko: Whether Y/n’s polyamorous or Polynomial, c’mon Dwayne keep up

Paul: Yeah keep up dude

Dwayne: *muffled screaming*

-

Y/n: I ended a relationship today

David: I’m sorry to hear that

Y/n: It’s okay, it wasn’t mine

-

Dwayne: Y/n get down.

Y/n: No.

Dwayne: Y/n.

Y/n: You’re not my dad! You can’t tell me what to do!

Dwayne: I’ll call David!

Y/n: wait no.

Dwayne: I’m doing it! *picks up phone*

Y/n: Dwayne don’t.

Dwayne: hi David, just wanted to let you know that Y/n is-

Y/n: OK I’M GETTING DOWN JUST DON’T TELL HIM

Dwayne: works every time.

-

Y/n: Don’t make me count to 3 Paul

Paul: pfft, as if you’re gonna actually do it

Y/n: 1..

Paul: wait…

Y/n: 2…

Paul: Y/n stop.

Y/n: 2 and 1/2…

Paul: STAHP!

-

Dwayne: have you eaten today?

Y/n: yeah

Dwayne: what did you eat?

Y/n: air

Dwayne: Y/n….

Y/n: hehehe the world is twirly

Dwayne: Y/N NO!

-

Surfer bro: Nice ass!

Marko: *walking with Y/n* Thanks bro!

Surfer bro: wait…I..uh..

Y/n: how come my ass doesn’t get any compliments?

Marko: Because you don’t do those squatting workouts with me

Y/n: I MISSED ONE WORKOUT BRO!

Marko: exactly.

-

Y/n: for fucks sake..

David: hey, we don’t use that fucking language around here

Marko: wait what?

-

Dwayne: I can’t find Y/n

David: Don’t worry, I know how to

David: MARKO’S HAIR SUCKS!

Y/n: NOW LISTEN HERE FUCKER!

David: found them

[munson-blurbs]

... i'm back with more. can i please get a dum-dum and starburst with argyle 👀

Idiots in love/Hippie!Reader/Argyle

Warnings: mention of smoking weed, political protest, conflict between Reader and a counter-protester

WC: 739

A/N: Thank you to @rip-quizilla and @hellfirehottie420 for helping shape Argyle's dialogue 💚

Divider credit to @saradika

The sun shines brightly over the town of Lenora Hills, a gentle breeze shaking the leaves and providing cool air on an otherwise humid October afternoon. 

“I’m tellin’ you, dude,” Jonathan says, triple checking that his camera has a fresh roll of film in it, “there’s no way this protesting stuff works. All that’s gonna happen is you’ll get arrested, and pot will still be illegal.”

Argyle shakes his head, his raven tresses brushing against his neon shirt. “So what, man? I’m tired of you being a negative Nelly all the damn time.” He scoffs, hiking his sign up under his arm. “Just take your photos and stay by me, all right?”

Jonathan nods, ambivalent about the whole ordeal, but Argyle leads the way until they see the group of people chanting in the middle of the park. 

“Argyle! You made it!” Jonathan watches a goofy grin grow on his best friend’s face as you bound over with your own sign. You throw your arms around Argyle’s shoulders, making sure not to whack him with your poster board. “You guys should come stand with me and my friends!” 

Jonathan shakes his head. “I’m actually gonna walk around and get some good pictures. But, uh,” he claps Argyle on the back, “this guy’ll keep you safe.”

“Y-Yeah, for sure,” Argyle stammers, nearly choking on his own saliva when you take his large hand in your smaller one, tugging him toward the front of the protest. 

He tries to pay attention to the woman bellowing into the megaphone; he knows that he should be listening, absorbing information about decriminalization and the failures of the criminal justice system. But you’re so passionate, and strong, and beautiful—

His silent swooning is interrupted when a man barrels into you, making you stumble backwards. Argyle’s strong hands wrap around your waist to catch you, allowing you to regain your balance. 

“Stupid fuckin’ hippies,” he spits, cupping his hands around his mouth to elevate his volume. “Get a fuckin’ job.”

“I do have a job, actually,” you bite back. Argyle shoves his hands in his pockets, taking a step closer to you. You can feel his chest against your spine, building up your confidence. “This is how I’m spending my lunch break, asshole.”

The man chuckles harshly, running his tongue over his teeth. “Didn’t realize dumb bitch was a paid gig.”

You’re about to hurl a barrage of insults his way when you see Argyle reach out and grab the stranger by his suit collar, yanking him in. “Why don’t you fuck off before I make you?” he growls, teeth gritted in pure dominance. 

“Jesus Christ,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up in defeat. Argyle’s eyes still blaze with anger and protectiveness, but he lets him go. “Your boyfriend’s crazy,” he adds before scurrying away, proverbial tail tucked between his legs. 

You wait until the unwelcome guest is out of earshot before you give Argyle’s foot a small kick. “Thanks, boyfriend,” you tease, but you can see that he’s not laughing. 

“Are you okay?” His expression has completely shifted to one of concern, dark eyes shiny with worry. “You’re not hurt or anything, right?”

“I-I’m fine. Happens all the time at these kinds of things.” His seriousness takes you aback, having gotten accustomed to his laid back demeanor from your visits to Surfer Boy. “Are you okay?”

He nods too quickly, running his fingers through his raven locks. “Just, uh, didn’t like how he got in your face. Not that you couldn’t handle him on your own, because, y’know, I totally fuck with feminism, man.” His eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, no–woman. Not, like, ‘whoa man,’ but, like, you’re a woman.” He shoves his hands in his pants pockets, staring at the ground for a moment. “Sorry if I embarrassed you. I’m more of, like, a ‘make love, not war, smoke some Purple Palm Tree Delight’ kinda guy, I guess.”

You gently push his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear, “You didn’t embarrass me. ‘S nice to know you have my back.” You let your palm linger for a moment before you press your lips to his cheek. “And I’m definitely down to smoke with you later, if you’d like to share?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Argyle smiles, slinging an arm over your shoulder. He flips his visor around so it’s facing backwards and places a kiss on your temple. “This protest is on!”

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[hoffmannwrites]

On My List

1  - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist

Author’s Note: Look at me! New fic, new fandom, new style, ouhhh! So new, so shiny! Anywho, this is a 5+1 fic based off THIS text post which has been rattling around in my brain for weeks. Thank you @stevietruther for the insufferable thoughts in my brain.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, being inebriated (the gang is drunk here but nothing too bad, just in a fun way), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, let me know if I missed anything?

You Spin Me Right Round

One

The first time Steve and Eddie kiss is also the first time Steve kisses Robin and Eddie kisses Argyle. It’s just the older members of the party and a few random acquaintances that tag along, and there ain’t shit to do but get high and drunk and play party games. Later into the night, when everyone is inebriated enough to feel comfortable around each other and they have managed to lose both beer pong balls, Vicki suddenly perks up, chest a blotchy bright red under her button up. “We should play spin the bottle,” she announces, feigning bravery with a hopeful glance in Robin’s direction. 

“Oh fuck, seriously?” complains Steve, who is already doing a mental inventory of the people there and how terrible it would be to kiss all of them. Well, most of them, at least.

“What? You afraid someone’s gonna realize that Big Bad Sex God Harrington isn’t actually all he’s cracked up to be?” teases Eddie, pushing his shoulder into Steve’s with a huge smile on his face. 

“No- that’s not- I just…the ratio is off!” Steve sputters, going hot under the collar. He knows that at least one of the girls is a lesbian and the other is his ex girlfriend and the OTHER is the girl his best friend has a crush on. And as he has this thought, his eyes shift to Robin who is wringing her hands in her lap, not looking anyone in the eye. Oh. Oh. This is her chance. To kiss Vickie without any one thinking too much about it. To see if Vickie is as into her as she is. To see if there are sparks, without any pressure. Because it’s just a drunken game. 

“We’re actually gonna motor,” says Jeff, getting up off the floor and pointing to the two Hellfire members behind him. “As much as I would LOVE to stay and lock lips with Munson, some of us have actual jobs in the morning. And Gareth is 1 beer away from ralphing on Harrington’s front lawn.” Gareth just shrugs, knowing he is notorious for over imbibing. 

The three Hellfire boys make their way out the door, leaving just the usual suspects and, of course, Vicki. 

“See? Almost even now, Harrington. Pass me that empty Seagram’s,” says Eddie, oblivious to the fact that this is, by all accounts, a horrible idea. 

“You go first if you’re so intent on planting one on all of us, Eds,” Steve replies, determined to call the older man’s bluff. 

“Gladly.” And with that, Eddie spins the empty bottle and watches smugly as it settles on Argyle. 

“Oh, come to Daddy, Surfer Boy!” Eddie exclaims, shooting his eyes from the bottle up to Argyle, who had already leaned over the bottle towards Eddie expectantly. 

“Dude. I’m expecting greatness. Lay it on me, bro!” Argyle says so seriously it was startling and puckers his lips in the most cartoonish way possible. Eddie grabs his face with both hands and lays one quick and dramatic kiss directly to the other boy’s lips, complete with a loud “Mwah!” Sound effect added. Everyone chuckled at the display, all relaxing slightly due to the fact that the first victims of the game were the two must unserious people of the group, who had no problem breaking the ice.

The game continues, with Jonathan landing on Vickie. He decides to chivalrously go for a kiss on the hand, as he previously declared his loyalty to Nancy. Nancy lands on Robin and kisses her softly on the cheek, sighting the same reason as Jonathan. Argyle goes next and ends up landing on Jonathan. He kisses the photographer lightly on his forehead and pets his hair, which left Jonathan furrowing his brow, but laughing nonetheless. Vickie goes next. Robin holds her breath as the bottle spins and spins and spins for what feels like a lifetime until it lands on…Robin. The girls lock eyes immediately and Vickie subconsciously ducks her head and pushes a piece of hair behind her ear. They turn to each other and just kiss. No preamble or bullshit explanations or disclaimers. They just kiss softly and sweetly for a few moments before breaking away. Neither girl says anything, but Robin is noticeably redder in the face and Vickie seems to lean into her just slightly for the rest of the night.

Next is Robin’s turn and although she prays to whatever high power she can think of for the bottle to land on Vicki again, it lands on Steve. “Ugh man, no! Gross!” Robin whines. “Dems da rules, sugar plum,” Eddie smirks and wiggles his eyebrows.

“Fuck. Fine! But Capital P, guys. I’m so serious,” she warns everyone before turning to Steve. “Don’t worry. I’ll do my best not to woo you with my masculine charms,” Steve says before kissing her so quickly that if anyone blinked they would have missed it.

“Ew,” she states simply when it’s over and wipes off her lips dramatically, like a petulant child wiping away a kiss from their mother. Steve silently takes the bottle and spins it, just begging that it lands on anyone except his ex girlfriend. Anyone! Anyone at all even…Eddie. It stops on Eddie and Steve looks at him, like a big brown eyed idiot in headlights, all that previous confidence gone. Eddie clears his throat, shuffles almost uncomfortably. “So, you gonna show me what Hawkins’s Most Eligible has to offer?” he asks, trying so hard to look like he’s not sweating bullets. 

And Steve is just drunk enough that he’s got the balls to shut Eddie up the way he’s been thinking about for months, since he was called “big boy” in that stupid trailer when the world was ending.  Suddenly, Steve is all siren-eyes and sex appeal, letting his voice drop just a little when he almost whispers “Get ready, big boy,” and grabs Eddie by the back of the neck. Steve tilts Eddie up just enough and takes his sweet time leaning in and ghosting over Eddie’s lips, just enough to make him shiver a little, but not enough for anyone to notice. They share each others air for a fraction of a second before Steve leans in the rest of the way and kisses Eddie, really kisses him, the way he’s been doing to girls for years. And Eddie kisses back, just enough that somewhere in the back of the rockers head, red flags and sirens are going off. But he doesn’t notice, too lost in the feeling of Steve on him to register anything else. They separate after what feels like entirely too long for a kiss during spin the bottle, and wait with bated breath. What for, they’re not sure. But no one says anything and the air feels like it’ll shatter is if they do. And then the moment is gone, because the doorbell rings and Argyle jumps up, chanting “Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!” And suddenly they’re all too hungry to focus on that moment that felt just a little too charged. The rest of the night, Eddie and Steve take turns sneaking glances at each other, like they’re really noticing each other for the first time. But come the morning, everyone is too hazy on the night before to read into it. They all remember the nights activities, but no one thinks to question the tension, chalking it up to being cross faded. Except Eddie suddenly pays a lot more attention to Steve. 

A/N: Fun fact! Wine coolers came out in the early 80s and have only gotten better tasting and more hangover inducing since! 

[acceleracers-baby]

Acceleracers HCs! What Element Would They Bend?

I just finished the Avatar Live Action and now I have brain rot about these movies AND the original ATLA show.

———

Teku

(Nolo Pasaro, Vert Wheeler, Shirako Takamoto, Kurt Wylde, Karma Eiss)

Metal Maniacs

(Taro Kitano, Tork Maddox, Monkey McClurg, Porkchop RIggs, Markie Wylde)

+Bonus Round

(Brian Kadeem & Banjee Castillo)

———

Teku

Nolo Pasaro - Okay, when I rewatched the Acelleracers recently, I literally had to look up the voice actor for Nolo because I genuinely thought it was Dante Basco (Zuko) for a second. They sound so similar. Plus Nolo’s firey personality and his pride really make me think he’d be a Firebender. “Tork! I challenge you to an Agni Kai!”

Vert Wheeler - I feel like I don't need to say it, but I’m gonna… Vert’s a Waterbender! Water is the element of change and Vert is all about adapting to the different tracks. He’s also a surfer- so… yeah I feel like this one is pretty self-explanatory. I swear this dude would become one with the ocean if it was possible. I can’t get the image of him making a surf board out of ice and just using the full moon to make the biggest waves possible for himself.

Shirako Takamoto - Shirako is so chill all the time I can’t help but see him as an Airbender. I also feel like he’d use his bending in the most creative and chaotic ways possible like manipulating the air around his speakers to make them sound louder or clearer. Not to mention that he’d use his bending to mildly annoy the Metal Maniacs. Think blowing their tools just slightly out of reach or speeding by them on an air scooter.

Kurt Wylde - Kurt has such strong Firebending vibes that it literally inspired this post lol. He just seems like such a hothead. He’s got the sass and air of superiority that comes with most Firebenders. It doesn't help that he and Mark have a sibling rivalry that reminds me of Zuko & Azula. Kurt also seems like he’d be able to manipulate lightning, and I’m not just saying that cause he looks like Mako.

Karma Eiss - Karma also gives off Firebending vibes. Her drive for perfection fits the precision a Firebender needs in order to safely manipulate their element. One wrong move and it could mean trouble. Karma would have her element fully mastered. She would have the wisdom to take skills from other bending disciplines and apply them to her own style. She can bend both fire and lightning, and I feel like she’d be skilled enough to turn up the heat for those blue flames!

———

Metal Maniacs

Taro Kitano - Oh, look at that. Another Firebender. I mean come on! He’s the leader of the Scorchers in World Race. His car has a classic flame paint job!! The Fire Nation was literally modeled after Imperial Japan!! There are so many connections I could make here, but what really convinces me is his overall attitude. He follows a strict honor code, and just like Karma, he’s got the control a Firebender needs to be successful. I feel like he’d make a great Lavabender too.

Tork Maddox - I’m getting strong Earthbender vibes from Tork. He’s built as sturdy as a rock, and his personality is just as solid. He stands his ground a lot in the Acceleracer movies, and although he’s got some fire behind his eyes, it’s usually only in response to being antagonized by one of the other racers. He’s the very foundation of the Metal Maniacs and like any good Earthbender, he seems to listen before he reacts. I also love the idea of Tork being a Metalbender.

Monkey McClurg - Monkey strikes me as a Nonbender, but if I had to give him an element, he would be an Earthbender. Mainly because I feel like he could make a great Metalbender. That being said, at my core, I really think he would end up not being able to bend, but he would make up for it by being an extremely creative inventor. He just reminds me of Sokka so much with how resourceful he is.

Porkchop Riggs - Porkchop is a full on Earthbender, baby! In fact, If Monkey ended up not being able to bend, he’d be who Monkey goes to for all of his Metalbending needs. He is one with the dirt. Especially since he's terrified of water.

Markie Wylde - Markie is 100% a Firebender as well. Like his older brother, he’s hot-headed and cocky. He gives off those Book One Zuko vibes in most of the Acceleracer movies. I don’t think he’d have the precision to be able to produce blue flames, but I do feel like he could pick up combustion. Could you imagine Markie with combustion tattoos up his arm instead of the stuff he's got now?

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Bonus Round

Brian Kadeem - Okay, I wanted to put Kadeem in the Earthbender category due to Sandbending, but Kadeem’s personality SCREAMS Airbender. He’s got too many pacifistic tendencies and is just so damn loveable I can’t not associate him with Aang. Not only that but due to the scenes in World Race where his mentor comes to him in visions, I feel like he would be able to connect to the Spirit World quite easily.

Banjee Castillo - Surprisingly, I feel like Banjee would be an Airbender too. If not an Airbender, then probably an Earthbender. He’s just so quick-witted and has such a lighthearted view on life that I can't help but stick him with the Airbenders. Also, the way he teases people (like when he waves at Kurt as he passes him in World Race) reminds me of when Aang is being mischievous.

——— Thanks for Reading ———

[danganronpafan777]

*makes u read danganmon*

Alright, Anon! Just read the prologue (I’m probably not going to write x reader for this fangan, and even if I do, I’m gonna have to finish my current DRA and SDRA2 requests first)

As a heads up: I know little to nothing about Pokémon. I’m basically this guy:

So yeah, here’s my opinions so far based on just the prologue:

Kami’s design is cute. Her character feels kinda bland, but good

Zoro seems really cool! I like him so far, and his talent shows a lot of blackened potential ngl

Mari seems sweet! Ultimate Sheep herder is a new one lol

Kami: “Ah, that’s where you help sheep to their pens, right?”

Mari: “You don’t say-“  

(I lowkey wish she said that)

Juno sleepy boi-

“Ultimate Wish Granter” 

My honest reaction: :0

I want to give him head pats

Roxanne (I can’t be the only one who heard the song-) 

Her design is really cool, and idk I just really like her. Not sure what the pipe on her back is though 

(ITS A SYRINGE?!)

Okay, but she might be one of my favorites, I like her sense of humor and how she cares for Juno. I wanna say just like me fr, but there’s still the chance she might turn out to be psychotic

Lillie looks like a jellyfish, and Stella reminds me of that one girl from Yttd 

Stella’s cupcake swirl hair is so goofy I love it, but some of her sprites remind me of Celeste. I have a feeling she’s gonna die in chapter 2 or be a victim in 3, and/or turn out to be psychotic

Ultimate human subject?? Reminds me of like Mikan mixed with Kanata. Hope she doesn’t die, but she gives off first victim energy or ch3 killer

Amnesia gang ✨

Cyrus seems like a cool dude. He’s kinda like Kokoro but more expressive

I already love Flidgey, and you can’t tell me they aren’t the child of Satsuki and Haruhiko 

Reminds me so much of Kaito’s personality with Kokichi’s jokes

Fry’s hair is simple, but it just stands out to me. Maya got a cool design, but I’m kinda neutral about her. Don’t feel like I really know either of their characters enough for a solid opinion

Cyrillo’s design is easily one of the best, but I had no idea what his talent means

Wimessir is a lot like Akane, and the two of them kinda give mastermind energy 

Idk why they’re singing and dancing, but their designs are top tier

I was thinking of a surfer dude joke, but Sam is actually the Ultimate Surfer-

Looks like we found the game’s Yasuhiro /pos

(Or twist mastermind-)

Faust is kinda like Taka mixed with Teruya. (Love both of them) His face reminds me of Murder Drones. Hope he survives cuz I really like him so far

Apollo: “I have the power of the sun and anime on my side!”

Pyromancer boi seems like the antagonist, and I’m here for it

Is he flirting with Zoro??

I like his banter with Sapphire, whose design is also amazing. She reminds me of Kirumi in terms of personality and being passionate about her talent

WHY DOES CENTURY LOOK JUST LIKE THE BLUE BADGER FROM ACE ATTOURNEY?? 

Undersea lamplighter makes me think he just chills underwater while ppl use his light to look around lmao

He feels like that one guy who never knows what’s going on

Monoloin??? Of all names 😭

The design is really pretty tho and I’m all for her mastermind personality

Overall: Roxanne, Faust, Apollo, and Flidgey are my current faves

[stuckonmain]

The Aftermath (And Normal Blueprint-maker Math)

 ROTTMNT Donatello x Yokai!reader

A loose part three to The Junkyard at the End of the World and Midnight Comics.

Part four is here, and part five is here.

This takes place in the bad timeline, a bit after the Krang invasion.

A lot of stuff happens in this chapter, although I imagine you can probably read it out of order? There is a loose plot to this 'series', but it's mostly just apocalypse shenanigans, light angst, and found family stuff. Reader is forced to play DnD, and Raph gets a cat.

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 I swallowed as I read April’s mission report from last night. She had led a party of four and come back with just two, herself included.

  There were two casualties, that being Dale and Jamie. April had gone to high school with them just months ago.

  Which wasn’t a lot, technically, but it certainly felt like it…I’d seen them off, too, and now they were gone. 

  “Hey (Y/N).” Said April from somewhere behind me. I looked up from my phone and nodded at her, and she pulled up a chair next to mine.

  “Sup.” I smiled lamely. “Do you uh…want some…uh…well, I was gonna make grilled cheese, but I got distracted before leaving the kitchen, so I apparently only made toast?” I frowned, staring at my plate. “So uh…help yourself to some toast?”

  She shook her head. “I’m good.”

  “That’s fair. I really don’t want any either.” I said, wrinkling my nose.

  “(Y/N), I…look, I just wanted to thank you for helping out last night.” April said, giving me a forced smile. “You…you did good.”

  I forced a smile in return, feelings about last night still painfully raw. “Yeah…yeah. Um. Of course. I’m…sorry about how your mission went.” I finally managed to say. 

  April sighed, slouching a bit more. “I just wish I had been….like, I don't know, better. Um. Y’know. Obviously!”

  I patted her shoulder. “Hey. April, it’s…well, it’s basically a war, innit? And we’re way way way outnumbered. So honestly…I’m just surprised we’ve lasted this long without any casualties.” I paused to breathe. “Um. That came out way more pessimistic than I meant it to, but the point is, you survived, and Cass survived, and the mission was a success. Our team members weren’t lost in vain.” I finished.

  April shook her head and made an expression that almost looked like a smile.

  “Oh, are we gathering for lunch dudes?” Said a weirdly…surfer sounding voice?

  I looked up to see a turtle-shaped drone hovering a few feet above us.

  “Actually I was just about to go check on Cass. See you guys in a bit, ‘kay?” Said April, hopping out of her chair.

  “Ohmigod, are you SHELLDON?” I grinned, remembering Donnie’s mention of a robot.

  “Oh-ho-ho, I see Don’s already told you about me?” Said the drone, seeming to smile.

  “Yeah!” I nodded. “Well, he’s mentioned you.” I added as an afterthought. 

  “He’s mentioned you too!” Grinned the drone. “You’re the dragon who can build stuff!”

  I blushed. “Well, I mean, kinda. I’m no engineer though, just a kid who can draw.”

  “Donnie can probably teach you if you want.” Said SHELLDON matter of factly.

  “Nah, I’m sure he’s busy. I wouldn’t want to get in his way unless he’s finally ready to fangirl over Atomic Lass.” I shrugged.

  “SHELLDON!” Snapped Donnie as he dove out of the hallway. “What did I say about staying in the lab?!” He hissed. 

  “Oh, speak of the devil.” I commented.

  “Why should I? I met your lab partner!”

  “Because I said so-No.” Donnie corrected himself, shaking his head. “Listen, SHELLDON. When you ignore my very clear  instructions, I feel angry.”

  SHELLDON ducked behind me. “I wanted to meet the dragon, Donnie! And it’s boring there!”

  Donnie took a deep breath, clearly trying to stifle his frustration. “Nonetheless, your wiring is still pretty raw. Forgive me, but I’d prefer not to rebuild you for a third time. And you don’t need to meet (Y/N). You probably would have today anyways.”

  “Oh what? We would?” I asked.

  “Yeah, you’re coming to work, right?” Donnie frowned.

  I honestly hadn’t planned on it, assuming that Donnie was busy with the safe.

  “Uh…I mean, I can? Can I? Because I’d like to, I just wouldn’t want to be a disturbance.” I stuttered.

  Donnie shrugged. “If I didn’t want you there, I’d have stolen your keys to the engineering building.”

  “Oh. Cool.” I said, unsure if he was joking or not. “Um. Also…Sorry about last night. For being all…short with you and all.”

  He shook his head. “It’s…fine. Obnoxious, yes, but…admittedly understandable. Last night was….”

  “Well, it was…last night.” I finished, smiling weakly, because what else could be said? Harrowing? Painful? Scary? I couldn’t say any of those without sounding like a complete wuss.

  He nodded, giving a weak smile.

  “Oh, speaking of which, I believe I owe you this.” He said, tossing me a bottle of iced tea. 

  “Oh, thanks ‘Tello!” I grinned. “You really didn’t have to-”

  “Well, I wanted to. I’d prefer not to be the only one in the lab suffering from caffeine addiction.” He shrugged.

  “Oh, so there’s an ulterior motive. Well played.” I said, as slyly as I could muster.

  “Nah, he just wanted to give you tea.” Said SHELLDON. 

  “SHELLDON…” Donnie seethed, grabbing the drone. “Go back to the lab.”

  “Make me.” Sassed the drone, and I was pretty sure Donnie was about to punch something if the expression on his face was any indicator. 

  “Hey SHELLDON, I’ll tell you what:” I began, standing up. “If you head back to the lab, Donnie and I will go with you. And once we’re done working for the day, we can all watch something or have a crazy drone race or something in the engineering building….Do we have a deal?” I smiled, holding out my clawed hand cheerily.

  To my surprise and relief, SHELLDON smiled and knocked into my hand with his propeller. “Sounds like a deal, bro!”

  “Rad.” I smiled, looking over to Donnie. He was staring at me with his eyes wide, and when SHELLDON turned towards the hall, he leaned towards me.

  “How the heck did you do that?!” He whisper-shouted, seemingly  in shock.

  I shrugged. “Growing up I was always told ‘something-something-cooperation-something’, which I think just means to negotiate and or manipulate your way towards making people like you?” 

  Donnie shook his head. “Oh, wow. I…I am going to retain that information.”

  I grinned impishly, nudging him. “Yeah, it worked on you too, actually.”

  “No it didn’t. I already respected and liked you, I just also thought you were annoying.” He said, frowning as though he was surprised that I didn’t know that.

  I smiled, a warm feeling rising in my chest. “Oh, that’s…that’s sweet, ‘Tello.”

  “It’s just the truth?” He said, raising an eyebrow.

  I shook my head, still smiling. “I’m glad we’re friends now.”

  “Me too?” He said, still looking slightly confused.

***

  “Alright, order in the court, Mad Dogs! Meeting time, commence!” Said Leon, clapping loudly.

  I sighed, shuffling into the office and plopping down on the chair between Raph and Donnie.

  Donnie waved. “Hey (Y/N). Meet me in the lab later- I made some new LEDs, they’re sound activated. They’ll work for your project, unless you find you require something else.”

  “That sounds great, Dee-”

  Leo clapped again, glaring at us. “Order in the court, Donnie and (Y/N). That means zip it while your handsome-gorgeous-and-clever leader talks, yeah?”

  I gave him a salute. “Okay, okay, ‘Captain’.”

  “Ooh. I like that. Captain Leo- no, wait, Commander Leo!” He grinned, and April flicked him.

  He coughed. “Right, okay. So you’re probably wondering why I’m calling this meeting at three in the morning, right?”

  He was met by a unanimous chorus of groans.

  “Okay, okay, jeez. Tough crowd, huh! Well perhaps you’ll understand why I called this meeting when I call up our good old friend- Hueso, you have the floor, sir.” Leo said smugly, and out from the shadows stepped…the owner of Run of the Mill Pizza? I hadn’t even noticed he was there. Huh.

  “Thank you, Leonardo.” Began Hueso, his voice grave. “I am here because our base at Run of the Mill has been taken by these aliens.”

  Leo nodded. “So obviously, I invited him and the other survivors to join us. But unfortunately…we’ve run into a problem. There just isn’t enough space to house everyone- the dorms are all full. If we plan on saving more people and keeping humanity and Yokai alive….well, space is gonna be an issue.” He concluded.

  I frowned, leaning back in my chair. 

  “Well…the whole campus is protected, so we should be able to build pretty much anything so long as it’s within the boundaries. That said…” I sighed, picking at my scales. “We don’t really have any means of making some big new structure, far as I know.”

  Donnie nodded, tapping on the table. “Obviously my usual brilliance would usually pull us through right about now, but our main means of construction is just whatever they sell at hardware stores. And a big dorm made of Home Depot sheds just isn’t structurally sound.”

  Home Depot sheds…I used to beg mom to let get one to turn into a tiny home. Ha. 

  Oh!

  I jumped up, slamming my hands onto the table. “Guys! Home Depot sheds!” I grinned, flipping my sketchbook open to a design I had made back in the Before Times. “Have you guys ever heard of Tiny Homes?” I said, holding up the illustration of a compact house design. “We can make small structures, so more people can have private space!”

  Mikey snatched the sketchbook, staring at the design. “Ooh, I love this! Look at the colors!”

  Donnie frowned. “It’s a graphite sketch, Micheal. There are no colors. That is an inacurate statement, and give me that-”

  Angelo shook his head, holding the sketchbook over his head. “Just because you can’t see the amazing potential color stories for this doesn’t mean that I can’t.”

  Leo nodded thoughtfully, looking over towards Donnie. “Is this…uh 'mathematically feasible’ or whatever you nerds call it?”

  Donnie nodded, finally having got his hands on the design. “There’s a few obvious pros and cons, but I think it seems…doable! Plus that way we could cut some of the kitchen space and commons, since each of these would theoretically have individual kitchens and small living areas, correct, (Y/N)?”

  I nodded, grinning. 

  “So…yes, it is actually mathematically feasible. Boom.” He concluded, giving me a fist-bump with his metal hand which I accepted with vigor.

“So Hueso, whaddaya say? Tiny living?” I said, holding out my hand.

  He glanced at the designs. “It does look more…dignified than your dormitories.” He said, and shook my hand. 

  “Aaaand (Y/N) saves the day! Yuuuss! I’m the champion of everything forever, you’re welcome universe.” I beamed, pumping my fist.

  April flicked my shoulder. “You’re startin’ to sound like Leon!”

  I flicked her back. “Your catchphrase is your own name, April O’Neil. We’re both a bit Leo-adjacent.”

  “Touche.” She surrendered with a slight smile.

  Leo scoffed.

*** 

  I sighed as I rifled through the mostly empty shelves of what had once been Home Depot. April and Raph stood a few feet away, messing with the stacks of plexiglass, and Donnie hovered above us to grab things from the highest shelves.

  We were on another supply run.

  Now one might wonder why we would do this. After all, it had only been a week and a half since the supply run that led to two deaths and the injury of Cassandra Jones….And the answer was that, well, we needed supplies. 

  Donnie and I had taken on the massive project of building all the new tiny homes, and our current line of thought was that the sheds from hardware stores around NYC could work as easy to build bases. This would not only cut down our workload by knocking off the blueprint and design phases, but it was also accessible to anyone who knew how to hold a power drill.

  Which meant we could force everyone to help us, naturally. 

 Anyways, it would be okay this time, I reassured myself, because we were armed with new weapons.

  I squeezed the handle of my new chemical crossbow nervously at the thought, though.

  (I was honestly very proud of the crossbow. I had DIYed it, using my old pencil-made crossbows from childhood as a jumping off point.)

  (Obviously Donnie had fixed up the design, which he did obnoxiously rub in my face, but it was probably all in good fun.)

  (Theoretically.)

  “Hey Donnie, maybe you should scan for Krang zombies again?” Said Raph, sounding as on edge as I felt.

  “No, I did that already. There’s about a 98.5% chance that we’re completely safe, and that is accounting for any possible genetic mutations or evolutions of the alien matter.” He answered absentmindedly, flicking through the DIY shed kits. “Plus, I’ve got my eyes on my totally existent hack-into-every-camera-in New York-app.” He added sarcastically.

  I opened my mouth, but he cut me off. 

  “And that’s not sarcasm. I actually do have it pulled up.” 

  I closed my mouth. I apparently stand corrected. 

  “M’kay…” Said Raph, still sounding unsure. Which was fair. I trusted Donnie’s tech, but being out here was….well, scary. Every time I heard a creak or unrecognized sound, an image of Cass flew into my head, bedridden and covered in stitches. 

  Or even worse, a vision of humans with Krang infections as they slowly melted and  mutated into shambling piles of flesh and ooze and organic matter and oh I was gagging-

  Why couldn’t we just have a normal apocalypse with normal zombies, darn it! This was all too…Lovecraftian for my taste!

  “Uh (Y/N), you good?” Said April.

  “Hm? Oh. Yeah, yup.”

  “Uh…’cause you’re making like weird noises-”

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s just….” I frowned, and decided to steer away from heavy conversation. “It’s just…don’t tendons freak you out? Look!” I said, pointing at my wrist manically. “It’s like…you can feel it, and it can tear. I don’t like having it attached to me, so every time I remember that it’s there, I feel like throwing up.”

  April frowned. “Uh…no.”

  “Yes! Finally someone understands!” Donnie exclaimed with a shockingly theatrical tone to his voice. He landed on the ground next to us. “They’re just…..ew.” He said with a shudder.

  I nodded, holding out my fist. “Nice. Another member of the hating-unusual-sensory-things-club.” 

  He knocked his fist  into mine, nodding hard. “Obviously.”

  Raph snorted, and April shook her head.

  “Whatever happened to you guys like…hatin’ each other or something?” She chuckled.

  “We never hated each other, what are you talking about?” Donnie said nonchalantly. 

  “Uh…yeah you did? Were you even there at those meetings?!” April scoffed.

  “Hm. No, not ringing any bells. Must’ve been….a different brilliant genius and creative person.” Donnie shrugged.

  I snorted, before faking seriousness. “Ooh yeah, April, you good? Did you hit your head or something? ‘Cause that doesn’t sound like us at all-”

  “Uh…Donnie, your wrist thing isn’t meant to be glowing red, right?!” Raph exclaimed, cutting me off.

  Donnie froze and slowly looked at the flashing red. 

  “No…not unless the cameras are down…” He swallowed. “Which would be bad…considering that would mean we have no way of knowing what is going on outside…if I didn’t plan for this and send SHELLDON on patrol!” He grinned. “Cue the maniacal laughter, if you will, Raphael?”

  “Uh…Donnie?” Said SHELLDON over the comm link. “Bad news, bro…I’ve spotted Krang zombies movin’ towards you. They’re kinda far right now, but-” His voice cut off. 

  “SHELLDON? SHELLDON, come in! SHELLDON!” Donnie panicked, yelling into the comm link.

  April Raph and I made uneasy eye contact, and I squeezed my crossbow a bit tighter. 

  “Well…That can’t be good…” I whispered.

  Donnie scowled and put his goggles on. “Okay, it’s gonna be fine, I’m using the thermal setting to scan for organic life…”

  “Smart.” I nodded, looking around fearfully. 

  “Okay.” Raph said weakly. “Cool. Cool, this is great. Just…scannin’ for life….fine! BUT WHAT DO WE DO IF THERE IS LIFE?”

  “Uh…we barricade the entrances? Er…or we could all fly with Donnie’s jet-pack thing…” I offered.

  Donnie shook his head. “There isn’t enough battery for all four of us! You’re magic, do you know any spells?”

  “No! I’m not a good magic person.” I sighed, scratching my arms nervously. 

  Magic was about commanding feelings to your will…and I was absolute rubbish at that. Controlling the chemical reactions that caused emotion was not something that came naturally to me, and I typically logic-ed my way out of despair and insecurity rather than using self-confidence or hope or anything…So magic was, long story short, hard. I had the capability to do it, but…it always went horribly wrong.

  “Barricading the entrances it is.” April said, grabbing a hammer from the rack and a few boards.

  “No, no, no no no. Use screws you cretin.” Donnie ordered, knocking the hammer down. 

  She rolled her eyes, but complied.

  I frowned, grabbing a drill hesitantly. 

  “So here’s a plan, I guess…” I began, heading towards a door. “We’ll hide out in one of the back rooms, so that we can barricade less and work less. And then we’ll come out once the zombies move on. That way we’ll avoid provoking them, right?” I suggested.

  “Good plan.” Said April, following me in.

  Donnie grabbed a few other drills and a pack of screws, while Raph grabbed the planks of wood.

  “Cool.”

***

  I sat on the spinny chair in the center of the office, going through the stuff in the drawers.

  “Anyone need a six-month-old granola bar? It doesn’t expire till next year,” I said, glancing at the unimpressive lineup of things I’d found.

  Raph grunted and held out his hand. “I’ll take it.”

  I nodded and tossed it to him, spinning around in the chair and playing with some water I’d summoned.

  April and Donnie were pawing through some drawers on the far end of the room, their occasional commentary keeping things vaguely interesting.

  “Ooh, whoever worked here had an impressive collection of parking tickets.” Donnie whistled, holding up a handful of paper.

  “Hm, maybe it was you, Don-Tron.” April teased, and he shoved her. 

  “Scoff. I’m an excellent driver, sister of mine.”

  “Hm, I don’t know, the NYPD would probably beg to differ-” Said Raph, smiling a little.

  “Ignore my family of little faith.” He said, slinking towards me with his head held high. “They are jelly that I am yet to receive a single parking ticket.”

  “Boo! That’s because you burn them and then hack into the records. …We’re onto you.” Said Raph.

  Donnie blushed. “No…I do….n’t?” 

  I snorted, shaking my head. “Sure, sure. Very believable, Donald.”

  “Ooh! Ooh, lookit!” April exclaimed, pulling a box out of the drawer. “They have Dungeons and Dragons!”

  “Oh, cool.” I smiled, rolling over on my chair. “We should definitely keep that and play it sometime.”

  “Sometime? (Y/N), we are trapped in a tiny room while avoiding horrifying remains of our fellow humans- erm, well, our fellow people. The perfect time for DnD is now.” She declared. “I’ll even DM, I have a few stories we could use.”

  Raph Donnie and I shrugged.

  “Okay?” Said Raph, opening the box. “I guess I’m down.”

  Donnie frowned, raising his hand. “Question: Can we do a sci-fi campaign? And -follow up- can it be set in the Jupiter Jim universe?”

  “Ooh, yes April, please?!” I begged. “I wanna hang out with Atomic Lass!”

  Raph nodded. “And I want my character to help Jupiter Jim himself!”

  “Yeah!” The three of us chorused, high-fiving each other and grinning.

  April sighed, shaking her head. “You guys are crazy, you know that, right? You’re lucky that I…also wanna do a Jupiter Jim campaign! Woo!” She grinned, pumping her fist. “Alright, roll up your characters!”

  I beamed, grabbing my sketchbook to take notes. 

  M’kay. I shall play a…hm. A…sorcerer? Hm. No, it’s sci-fi. Uh…maybe a ranger? From like…a made-up planet…Oh no. I smirked. I should be a bard. 

  Donnie sat on the ground, chewing on a pen. “I’ll play a…rogue…scientist.”

  “Shocker.” Coughed April.

  “Hm? No, it’s actually kind of predictable. I always play a rogue.” Donnie said, missing the sarcasm. “You should get more observant.”

  April shook her head, but smiled. “Right, I’ll work on that. 

  Raph nodded. “I’ll be a fighter-”

  “-Shocker-” April coughed again, smiling.

  “...Oh. I see. You were using verbal irony.” Donnie realized, frowning. “I retract my previous statement.”

  “And I’ll be a bard.” I said, smiling.

  “Oh no.” Raph muttered.

  “Also -as a part of my backstory, of course- can I be friends with Atomic Lass?” I smiled innocently.

  “Why…?” April said suspiciously.

  “Uh- non-specific excuse.” I said, crossing my arms.

  “Eh, I’ll allow it.” She shrugged. 

  “What?! But April- you never let me do that!” Donnie protested.

  April shrugged again. “I’m in a good mood?”

  “Scoff. Then -as part of my backstory- can my character date Atomic Lass?” He said, smirking.

  “No!” I exclaimed. “Ahem, I mean- that’d be pretty weird, Atomic Lass isn’t the type to date a rogue, she’s too lawful-ish.” I said with a cough.

  “...Touche.” Donnie said, narrowing his eyes. “Well just you wait, I’ll- ahem I mean my chracter Othello Von Ryan, the brilliant rogue scientist- shall win her over.  You’’ll see.”

  “Hm, unless my character -uh…what’s a good sci-fi name- unless my character, Yue Lunarshard, best storyteller and singer in five worlds, beats you -I mean Othello Von Ryan- to her affections.”

  “Oh yeah?” 

  “Hm, I ‘unno, did I stutter, Othello?”

  Raph coughed. “Guys, we’ve been playing for five minutes now.”

  “Oh. Yes, of course, sorry. Proceed.” I smiled lamely, hopping off my chair and onto the ground next to them.

  “Alright. So as I was saying, your characters were recently saved from the prison cells of Jupiter’s moon Callisto by Atomic Lad and his crew.”

  “Boo.” Donnie groaned.

  “Ew, Atomic Lad.” I scoffed. “Best Girl deserves so much better.”

  “Definitely.” He nodded in agreement. 

  “Uh…April, can I roll to ‘accidentally’ shove Atomic Lad out of the airlock?” I asked, raising my hand.

  “No, you cannot.” Said April.

  “Darn.” Said Donnie. “Can I roll to ‘accidentally’ hit him with my tech bo? Er- Othello’s tech bo?”

  “Not this time, Donnie.” Said April.

  “What. A. Shame.” He said through his teeth.

  “So. Your party is on the ship, and-”

  Squelch.

  There was a weird and almost wet sound from outside the barricade.

  I swallowed and April closed her mouth slowly.

  Raph winced as the sounds of grossly squishy footsteps sounded from outside, and Donnie flicked his goggles back on. 

  “Shit.” He whispered.

  “Language, Donatello?” Raph hissed, nudging him. Donnie sighed. 

  “Shh.” He pointed at my sketchbook, and I shrugged and handed it to him.

  He jotted down something on the page, holding it up.

  According to the thermal optics, they’re out there and we need to zip it if we want to not get forcefully turned into ghosts today.

  I nodded, saluting, while April gave a thumbs up.

  The sounds outside grew louder, as though the gross messes of organic matter that had once been human were moving towards us. I swallowed and stood up, my limbs trembling with the effort of trying not to make any noise. I slunk across the room to grab our weapons, just in case.

  Creeaaak.

  I froze at the noise.

  It was coming from inside the room. 

  I stepped back, not taking my eyes off the dark corner, and I saw the rest of the group flank me in my peripherals. I glanced over to Donnie, who raised his staff and gave me a nervous shrug. 

  Do you see anything there? I mouthed, hoping he caught the meaning.

  He glanced back at the corner, then back at me again, and nodded.

  I swallowed, aiming my crossbow, when-

  “Mrrow.” Said the thing in the corner, stepping into the light.

  Its ears were triangular, its body a weird off-white color, and its nose ears, paws, and tail were all grey. Its body was long and wiry, and covered in mangy fur. 

  My shoulders sank in relief. A cat. A Siamese cat.

  The cat had its teeth bared and its claws unsheathed, but as it looked around the room it began to relax.

  Raph hesitantly held out his hand to the cat, kneeling down so he was closer to its level. 

  And to my surprise, the cat bumped its nose against his hand and started to purr.

  I guess it was probably a domestic cat before all…this, I concluded, and I petted the cat. It was dusty, and yet, it clearly took care of itself as evidenced by how soft its fur still felt.

  “Hey Dee! The zombies have moved past ya, bro!” Blared SHELLDON over Donnie’s tech-y bracelet, and we all took a collective sigh of relief. 

  “Oh thank god.” April sighed, and I got to work un-drilling the screws in the barricade.

  “Raph, what are you doing?” Sighed Donnie, and I glanced over my shoulder to see Raph trying to put the cat into April’s backpack.

  “Givin’ uh…Cat here a nice safe spot to rest while we take her home.” Raph answered.

  “Ooh, we need to work on your ability to name things, brother.” Donnie snorted.

***

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Meeting the Jackass guys!

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No warnings! Just a silly little fic..

Note: hiii this is my first fic, i love writing though, if anyone wants me to write for any characters of jackass or another show/movie/etc. i’ll try my best i promise !!🖤🖤🖤 I know this is bad btw!! First fic but if y’all want to give tips or anything please dooo!

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I couldn’t remember the last time I skated, or let alone went to the skate park here in town. As a kid I was..well, considerably good, but after so long I definitely have lost my ability to do at least tricks. Waking up this morning though, it’s like I just HAD to go skating, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. “How’d you sleep?”, mom said, “Oh um, okay, I had a weird dream, but that’s all.”, “I’m sorry to hear that dear, I have to leave early for work today, though so I won’t be back for awhile, love you honey, have a good day!” Is all mom said before running out the door.

I can’t find my damn board!! I know I haven’t skated in awhile but shit, it has to be around here somewhere! I checked in the closet one more time, already having the outfit I wanted to wear out on my bed. There it is, I don’t know how I missed it the first few times I checked, guess I’m blind or something. I grab my board and put it next to my door and head to the shower real quick, even though I just know i’m gonna be sweating bullets. After shaving my legs and all that, I end my shower, put a towel on and head to my room and put my outfit on.

Pulling up to the skate park I see quite a few guys…actually a lot of guys, all…not bad looking at all. Well, they look like a fun group, should I go say hi? Or is that too forward or creepy…what if they’re like way older than me and think i’m a freak..? “AH!” I get startled out of my thoughts from a tap on my window. It’s a man, he looks older than me, but not by much, he has a shaved head, kind of defined cheekbones, shirtless of course because of the heat, and he’s holding a board. I roll down my window, he seems nice enough. “Hi! I was wondering if I could do a trick off your car? If not that’s totally chill, man!” The man exclaimed. “Oh uhhhhhhh sure why not..? Just don’t break anything or i’ll make you pay.” I say as I hit my right fist on my hand as if I’m about to beat him up. “HAH, nooooo no no of course not, I’m Steve by the way, everyone calls me Steve-O though. If you want you can go hangout over there with my friends, ya know…watch me do my rad ass trick!” He smiled so wide, such a gentle acting man I just have to let him do it.

“Do it you pussy!!” one of his friends next to me says, he looks more goth than all the other guys, has some sort of accent or way of talking, I can’t pinpoint it though. “Shut the hell up, dude! I’m trying, I don’t want to break the chicks car though!” Steve-O yells back. As if the guys completely didn’t see me next to them, some of them turn to look at me, a few giving me weird looks. One man though struts up to me, another man, little shorter than the first man, follows behind him, beaming almost. “Hi! I’m Johnny Knoxville! I dunno if you’ve heard of me, heh, me and these guys have an MTV show called—“ He was cut off by the guy behind him. “Come on man, don’t try to show us off! Let’s just hangout and skate, ya know?” This made Johnny’s eyes roll however. “Yeah yeah, Pontius, I know! I just wanna impress the gal a little.” Johnny says back to the other. The man ignores this though and turns to you and smiles, “Hey, i’m Chris, you seem real chill! Heh,” He kind of chuckles in that sort of dumb surfer guy kinda way, hella cute not gonna lie.

“DUDES. Stop trying to distract from my trick! What the hell!!” Steve-O says from off my car. “HAH, sorry Steve! Go on ahead, we’re all watching!” Johnny yells to Steve-O. Steve-O is about to do his trick, already starting to push off his board when.. ‘BEEP, BEEP, BEEP’ my car horns start blaring. Shit..I think I hit something on my car keys shiiiit!! “AH, fuck!” Steve-O yells before totally eating shit off my car. All of his friends laughed their asses off, I ran to go help him though. “ Dude! Are you okay??” I yelled. Steve-O, getting up, said “Ouch, yeah dude, i’m used to that kind of shit, don’t worry.” I figured as much, since he was a skater after all. Johnny walks up to us though from where the guys were STILL laughing at. “That’s what I tried to tell you earlier, doll, we have a tv show where we basically just hurt ourselves for fun!” I was a little shocked by the information honestly, not that I’m against it, just not a common thing to hear I guess. “Oh huh? That sounds kind of fun.. would it be crazy if I joined in on one of the episodes one day? I’d do some shit like that too!” I said, sounding a little more excited than I meant to. “HELL YEAH! we could use a chick in the gang!” Johnny said back.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Time Skip ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

Later that night, I was just so excited to talk to all the guys, Steve-O and Johnny gave me their numbers so I can talk to them about tomorrow on set. They said this guys… ‘Jeff Tremaine’ would love me, and I hope so, I’d really love to be a permanent member of the shows crew.

Next morning, I woke up to texts from Steve-O and Johnny.

Johnny:“Y/Nnnnnnn where are you? We’re about to start some filming, come join!!”

Steve-O: “Yooo y/n where are you? Gotta have a buddy here today, Chris isn’t on set today😞”

Shit, didn’t I over sleep? Better get going..I reply back to them, “Omw!” and go take a shower. After my shower I go back to my room. Whaaat to wear what to wear? Something cute but not too cute, I’ll probably end up getting dirty. I ended up putting on something more casual and started driving to the address I was given.

The place looks kinda weird, big building but it has a very official office like feeling to it. I text Johnny that i’m here and I hop out of my car. Johnny jogs out the front doors to the building, “Hey y/n! What’s up? Ready to start filming? We’re dealing with simple stuff today don’t worry!” Johnny says excitedly. “Oh, sweet yeah we should head inside then, i’m ready to get started right now!” We walk inside, and i’m greeted to Jeff Tremaine almost immediately. “Hey Y/N, heard a lot about you from the guys already, I hope you’re ready to get hurt, heh!” Truthfully, I wasn’t, in the slightest.. but these guys all seem super cool so I feel obligated to now. “Yeah, little nervous but i’m sure it’d be okay, right?” My comment made Johnny chuckle a little. “Oh sweetheart, you’re in over your head huh.. these guys tase each other every day. Hope you’re okay with that!”

“Oh shit..”

End.

This is so bad, SORRY. I didn’t write any romance into this one either because I thought it’d be better to start off easy. Please please give me suggestions, tips, anything helps. Let me know if any of you actually did like this, for my first fic i know it’s bad but i’m learning! Thank you!

[thesolarangel]

A touch of cinnamon and spice

Chapter 3

Summary: Halloween bash! Things start to heat up! (there's also some Jargyle in this! 😏)

3.006 words · Rated: T · College AU · Please read the updated tags on AO3! This one is a little angsty. Alcohol mentioned, but they drink very little or not at all and they don’t kiss under the influence!

Thanks again to @elronds-pointy-ears and @niennawept for beta reading!

Read on AO3 here

Chapter 3 · October 31st 1987 

Eddie stood in front of the mirror at their dorm room, putting the finishing touches on his halloween costume. Dragging the eyeliner pencil very carefully across one eyelid, then the other one, then he paused, took a step back and critically examined the result. He grinned at his own reflection, totally digging this different look for himself. And he was eager to find out if Steve would recognize the character.

He had decided to dress up as “Dwayne”, one of The Lost Boys, from the movie that had come out a few months prior. Most of the clothes he needed for the costume had already been in his closet anyway: A black leather jacket, battered jeans and boots. The outfit didn’t feature a top, so Eddie was shirtless underneath the jacket. But he had made his own “tooth” earring from scratch and the necklace featuring all kinds of little trinkets, like an old rusty key, some wooden beads and a few bottle caps. All of it was tied together into a necklace with a thick burlap ribbon. He wore his hair down like he always did, but opted for some eyeliner to complete the look. 

The door swung open and Argyle waltzed into their room, wearing a yellow t-shirt and cap that said "Surfer Boy's Pizza” in red letters.

“Hey, guys!” He greeted them excitedly.

“Dude! What did we say about knocking first?” Eddie complained.

“Whoops, sorry!” He scratched the back of his head. ”I promise I’ll get a hang of that someday…”

Jonathan raised his eyebrows, giving Argyle a once over. “Why are you dressed for work?”

“Man, I totally blanked on this whole thing, so this is the closest I could get to a costume…” Argyle shrugged, then he noticed Jonathan, who wasn’t dressed up at all. “And who are you supposed to be? Cute college nerd?”

Jonathan blushed. “I hate halloween, I’m just doing this for Eddie… and I’m the only one with a car.”

Now Argyle gave Eddie the once over and his jaw dropped. “Eds, dude, you look so awesome!” He gave Eddie an enthusiastic slap on the back. “Steve is gonna eat you up, bare chest and eyeliner and all!” 

Eddie’s chest filled with confidence once again. “You really know how to hype someone up, maybe I’ll forget about the knocking thing…” He laughed.

…

Jonathan pulled his car into the street of Jared’s frat house. Bright colorful lights and loud music streamed from the windows. A few kids were standing in the yard, smoking and chatting. 

The three of them headed inside. “Monster Mash” blasted from the speakers and a crowd of college kids in halloween costumes were dancing wildly in the living room. 

“Hey, you’re Alice Cooper, that’s awesome, man!” Someone passing Eddie shouted, but he just grinned back and didn’t correct them. Did he put on too much eyeliner?

As they made their way through the crowd, they noticed some kids were dressed as movie characters, others as scary fantasy creatures. There was a beer pong table to the left and a bunch of guys were howling and cheering their friends on. 

When they finally arrived at the kitchen, Eddie felt someone poking him gently in the side. He looked up and saw Argyle smirking at him, his eyes pointing towards someone.

Steve was already there, accompanied by a blonde girl in a red puffer vest. Marty McFly. Eddie was a big fan of “Back to the future”.

“Hey, you made it!” Steve greeted them cheerfully. 

“Hey, Stevie!” Eddie grinned back, immediately noticing his halloween costume. Steve had dressed up as none other than Freddie Mercury. “You look amazing!” Eddie complimented him.

Steve was wearing a white undershirt with a deep neckline that showed off his marvelous chest hair. Eddie felt the urgent need to run his fingers through it… The shirt was tucked into a pair of tight faded blue jeans and a studded belt. His hair was slicked back and he even thought of the studded bracelet around his right bicep. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“Thanks, you, too! Love the eyeliner on you!” Steve beamed at him. Eddie blushed, trying to keep it together, but Steve was so damn pretty, all dolled up in front of him. 

“Oh right, Robin, these are Eddie, Argyle and Jonathan.” he added politely, then he introduced the girl beside him. “Guys, this is Robin.” She waved at them. “My Platonic Best Friend – “ Steve started, but got interrupted by Robin “Platonic with a capital P!” They laughed.

“Love your costume, dude!” Argyle gave her a thumbs up.

“Nice to meet you.” Jonathan said, smiling at her kindly.

“Thanks, guys!” She beamed.

“Should we get drinks?” Steve asked the group.

While the other three got to know each other while getting drinks, Robin pulled Eddie to the side of the kitchen. “Hey, you’re one of The Lost Boys, right?” She asked him.

“Dwayne, yes! You’ve seen it?” Eddie replied, excited that she knew who he was supposed to be.

“Loved it! It was so heavily queer coded, wasn’t it?” Robin looked at him with a knowing stare and smiled.

Eddie stared back “... wait, you, too?” Robin nodded enthusiastically. Eddie laughed and hugged her. He loved making new queer friends. He already knew he liked her from her taste in movies.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you, the infamous Eddie! Steve has told me so much about you!” Robin nudged him in the side and grinned. 

Eddie’s heart made a jump, but before he could interrogate her about that, Steve was back, handing him and Robin each a drink. “I just grabbed cola for all of us since Robin doesn’t drink and I’m driving.”

“Thanks!” Eddie took his drink, turning to Steve again. “So you really dig Freddie, huh?” he asked curiously. 

Steve gave him a dashing smile and said “Yeah, I do.”

Eddie grinned back. “You’re missing the iconic mustache though.”

“I know! I totally forgot about that! Robin offered to just draw one on and I had to take all of the sharpies away from her…” Steve said, giving Robin a side eye.

“Your loss!” she shrugged. “Waltzing around in an incomplete halloween costume!” 

…

Steve turned out to be a pretty dorky dancer. He spun Robin around to the music and insisted on doing the same with Eddie, who grumpily agreed. After seeing how freely they were jumping around, Eddie didn’t have any worry left needing to be perceived as “cool”. This was not high school after all. When “I love playin’ with fire” came on, Robin and Steve looked at each other with wide eyes and completely went nuts together, dancing to their song and ignoring everyone around them.

These dorks. Eddie smiled to himself and danced along to The Runaways.

They danced amongst the cheerful crowd like this for a while, until Robin discovered the twister mat and forced them all to play, including Jonathan and Argyle who she fetched from the kitchen.

Argyle turned the wheel, while the others curved and wriggled to get their hands and feet onto the right position. In round 2 Eddie was so close to Steve, his cheek nearly touched Steve’s outer thigh and Eddie almost fell. He smelled so great, too…

Get a grip, Munson!

But then Jonathan lost his balance and took Eddie with him in the fall. 

Eddie rubbed his back. “Ouch, dude”, he moaned in pain while they untangled their limbs and stepped off the mat. 

“Sorry… clumsy…” Jonathan apologized, holding his back as well.

Robin and Steve were the last ones standing and things got quite competitive.

“You may be stronger than me, dingus, but I can bend better!” Robin announced confidently as she stretched to reach the red dot with her right foot.

“Excuse me, I’m bendable!” Steve retorted, likewise extending his leg. Eddie almost spit out his drink at that.

“Next is left hand, green, guys, come on!” Argyle instructed them with Jonathan sitting beside him, attentively watching the game.

Eddie watched them closely. Steve was on all fours now, muscles tight and a determined look on his face. He stretched out his left hand towards the green dot, making his shirt ride up and exposing his tanned skin. Eddie gripped his glass tighter. But then Steve’s left foot slipped and he dropped to the ground. “Argh, nooo!”

“Ha-HA!” Robin shouted triumphantly. Everyone cheered with her, except Steve and she proceeded to tease him mercilessly the rest of the evening. 

Next they went into the basement where the pool table was set up. Everyone grabbed a cue and Steve started the game. They did fine mostly, Robin being in the lead at this round, but Jonathan didn’t quite get the hang of it. 

“Here, let me show you”, Argyle offered. “First of all, you can’t see shit with that fringe, my dude.” He gently pulled Jonathan’s hair back, took his pizza hat and put it on his friend’s head backwards, keeping his hair from obstructing his view. Then he stepped intimately close behind Jonathan, towering over him and placed his hands gently over Jonathan’s on the cue. 

Then he maneuvered him into the right position. “And then you just….”, he lined up the cue, aimed at the ball and Bam! It went straight into the corner pocket. “There you go, dude!” Argyle let go and smiled happily down at his friend.

“Thank you, bro!” Jonathan beamed at him.

Everyone else just stood there, stunned by what they had just witnessed between the two. Robin just grinned knowingly, said nothing and stepped to the table to make the next turn. 

After a few more rounds, Robin had successfully won the pool game and the group went back to the kitchen for another drink. She was plotting her next challenge. “Let’s see, what can I beat you in next, dingus?” 

“Ugh, I need a break, my back hurts…” Steve complained dramatically.

“You’re just a bad loser, Steve!” she laughed. “I think I saw a dart game somewhere…”

But Steve let out an annoyed groan: “No way, I’m not letting you throw pointy objects, you might take someone’s eye out!”

As much as Eddie enjoyed listening to their banter, he really needed to pee right now. “Hey, guys, where’s the bathroom?” he asked.

“Upstairs, first door on the right.” Robin replied and turned back to Steve. “Okay, but what if…” and she went on to explain her elaborate plan to make dart fool proof.

…

When stepping out of the bathroom, Eddie heard subtle noises coming from the next room. The door stood open a little bit and Eddie risked a peek. Argyle was cornering the much smaller Jonathan against the wall, cupping his cheek and kissing him. Jonathan was still wearing Argyle’s hat and he had both of his hands on his back, pulling him closer. 

Heat shot up Eddie’s face and he froze when he realized he was staring at his best friends making out. 

Good for them.

He smiled to himself. He had already suspected them having a thing for each other, because of how often Jonathan didn’t sleep in his own bed and Argyle’s flirty behavior today only confirmed it. Very quietly, he turned around on his heels and made his way back downstairs to the kitchen.

Only Robin was there, grabbing some snacks.

“Hey, have you seen Steve around?” Eddie asked.

“He’s outside.” Robin pointed to the patio.

Eddie went into the living room, moved through the crowd of students, doing their best zombie moves to “Thriller” until he reached the patio.

“Hey, Robin told me I could find you here.” Eddie said softly as he closed the glass door behind him. He was relieved to find that they were the only ones here right now.

“Eddie, hey”, Steve smiled at him, he was wearing a cozy looking hoodie jacket embroidered with the university logo. 

Silence fell between them as they stood there for a while peacefully, breathing in the cool night air and listening to the muffled music and laughter coming from the party.

“Listen, Ed–”

“Are you ok–”

They laughed and then Eddie said “Sorry, you go first.”

Steve looked down at his feet. “It’s nothing… I mean, I don’t know…” he murmured.

“Oh, okay…” 

Then it was quiet again, but after just a moment, Steve took a step towards him. Eddie sucked in a sharp breath. Steve was so close, his cheeks were a little pink from the cold, he looked so beautiful. Was this really happening?

“Are you drunk?” Steve asked softly.

“No… I only had like one beer… are you?”

“No, I’m the designated driver tonight.”

“Good.”

“Good…”

Steve took his hand, intertwining their fingers and oh, this was happening.

“Is this okay?” Stupid, wonderful, shiny eyes looking at him.

“Yes…” Eddie breathed, heart hammering in his chest.

“And this?” he cupped Eddie’s cheek, glancing down at his lips. 

“Steve, if you don’t kiss me right n–” But Steve had already cut him off by sealing their lips in a gentle kiss.

Eddie felt Steve smiling into the kiss. That bastard. That charming, considerate bastard.

Their first kiss was intoxicatingly sweet. Steve’s lips were so soft as he kissed him carefully, grazing over Eddie’s in a slow play of push and pull. 

Eddie let himself get hauled in by Steve, falling deep into the vibrant aura that was his warmth, his full lips, his earthy scent, while losing all sense of time and space.

Steve. Steve. Steve.

It resonated in his mind. Steve’s kisses were tender and full of affection, Eddie couldn’t get enough. He let his hand wander onto Steve’s lower back, holding him closer. A small gasp escaped Steve’s lips and his hand moved into Eddie’s hair at the back of his neck, stroking the sensitive skin there.

Eddie thought his heart might give out any second from the way his body was melting in Steve’s hands… Every spot he caressed burned up and Eddie swore he could hear his own blood rushing in his ears.

After what felt like hours, Steve released him and both of them were breathing heavily. Eddie rested his forehead against Steve’s, closing his eyes to forever burn this moment into his brain. They were still holding hands, Eddie’s thumb stroking over the back of Steve’s hand absentmindedly. 

“That was…” Eddie whispered.

“Yeah…” Steve said, a shy smile curling his lips, his cheeks now properly flushed, but not from the cold. Eddie smiled as he gazed at the prettiest boy he had just kissed. 

“Do you wanna go inside and find a cozier spot?” Eddie purred, one hand on Steve’s waist.

“I like the way you think, Eds.” Steve grinned.

Those words made Eddie’s face lit up.

Eds.

Nobody had given him a pet name before. Oh, he was falling hard.

“Come on.” Steve chuckled and maneuvered him back inside.

…

Back in the living room, someone yelled from the group of guys over at the beer pong table. “Hey Harrington, we need you over here!” 

Steve waved at them and then turned to Eddie. “I’m gonna say hi real quick and then meet you in the kitchen, okay?” He smiled at him, his hand was on Eddie’s lower back, sending a hot spark through his body. 

Eddie nodded. “Sure thing”, he said and watched Steve vanish into the dancing crowd.

Eddie made his way to the kitchen. He poured himself another cola, thinking back to what had just happened. Steve’s lips were so soft… 

He couldn’t wait to do that again. And more... Did this mean they were dating? Should he talk to Steve about that? Where should they spend their first real date?

Wild laughter ripped him from his daydreaming and he turned around. The group from the beer pong table stood in the doorway, Steve was with them.

He was chatting with a petite girl with curly shoulder length hair who Eddie didn’t recognize. She was laughing so much and her cheeks were very red. One arm around his waist, she clung to him as if she’d fall otherwise.

Then she cupped Steve’s cheek, pulled him down and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. And worse, Steve didn’t even seem to mind. He smiled charmingly and kept talking to her. 

What’s going on…

But before Eddie could analyze this whole situation reasonably, an overwhelming notion of disappointment and hurt rose in his chest, spreading poisonous thoughts…

» He was just playing with you. That’s all. You’re not special. «

He tried to look away, but in that brief second, their eyes met. Steve’s bright expression fell once he noticed Eddie’s upset look, but before he could open his mouth, Eddie fled the kitchen. 

He almost bumped into someone in the hallway. “Eddie, what –” It was Jonathan. 

“Can we go home?” Eddie murmured.

Jonathan searched his friend’s face, waiting for a follow up, but Eddie remained quiet, looking utterly devastated. “Yeah, sure, man. Let me grab Argyle real quick and then we can go.”

…

The whole way back Eddie stared out of the window of the car, dark thoughts nearly drowning him. The atmosphere was tense and Jonathan and Argyle were dead silent the whole ride.

Eddie was fidgeting with the necklace when one of the wooden beads fell off. He angrily yanked the whole thing off, but it got caught in his hair and when he tried to untangle it, it got even more stuck.

“Fuck, this – stupid – thing – this is – BULLSHIT!” 

Jonathan winced in the driver’s seat, startled by Eddie’s loud voice.

“Sorry…” Eddie murmured.

When he eventually freed it from his messy hair, he threw the stupid thing to his feet and let out a frustrated sigh. Looking out of the window again, he noticed his reflection. 

Damn, Munson, you look like shit.

His eyeliner was smudged and his expression was miserable. Hopelessly, he dropped his head in his hands.

I guess I don’t mean anything to him…

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notes:

This will mostly be realistic BUT there will be hand holding, mixed dorm rooms, being openly queer on campus and at parties! So don't come at me with "this wouldn't have been a thing in 1987"! I know and it's fiction!! Also: “I love playin’ with fire” by The Runaways might not be a common halloween party song, but Maya Hawke said in an interview, that Robin likes The Runaways and Joan Jett and the song is danceable, soooo… I’m also thinking that her music taste rubs off on Steve! Moodboard: left: Freddie Mercury at the Live Aid concert 1985 (Steve’s halloween costume), right: Dwayne from “The Lost Boys” movie from 1987 (Eddie’s halloween costume) ... Hopefully it was clear, what Eddie felt and why he read the situation like he did. That the girl was flirting with Steve and he reciprocated it. It was a little tough to write!

[luminouslotuses]

happy late april fools!! for my contribution take this short tubbo fic based on this clip from one of tommy’s videos. this is Very unserious and silly and was really fun to write lol

Tubbo knew it was over the moment he saw him.

The lifeguard walked up to them– Tanner, Tubbo heard Nico say. He said something to Tommy, and maybe Tubbo didn’t actually take in anything he was saying. But surely he could make up for it by taking in every detail of him that he could see; from the soft pink of his lips to the glow of his skin in the sunlight. His eyes zeroed in on the muscles visible on his stomach, and he inhaled sharply.

“Holy shit,” Tubbo said, his voice hushed. “He’s hot.”

Tommy turned to look at him, alarmed. “Tubbo, no, don’t–”

“Holy shit.” Tanner glanced at him when he said it again, and he felt his knees go a little weak. It was a little embarrassing, sure, what with the bright green bodysuit Tommy had forced him to wear that was making sweat drip down his forehead and stick to his skin. It was hot, too hot, and Tanner’s pretty blue eyes on him weren’t helping in the slightest.

“Well– actually, Tubbo,” Tommy said suddenly. They looked at each other for a moment, reaching an unspoken understanding. Tommy had an amused grin on his face. “Yes.”

“Yo, dude,” Tanner said, taken aback as Tubbo took him down the stairs from the water slides. “What’s with the hurry?”

His voice was soft; it had that surfer accent that Tubbo had never considered attractive until now. “I have something to tell you,” Tubbo said, glancing around him. Tommy and Nico weren’t too far behind them. “Right now,” Tubbo said quickly, turning back around and hastily smiling at Tanner.

“Okay, man,” Tanner said, thankfully unfazed. “What is it?”

“Listen,” Tubbo said, hearing Tommy’s voice approaching them and lowering his own. “At sunset, there’ll be a plane that flies into the distance–”

Nico looked at them, surprised. “What?”

“–With me, you, Tommy and Miner. You’re coming with us.”

“And Nico!” Tommy added, taking him by the arm and leading him away. “Come with me, Nico!”

“Yo, yo,” Tanner said, going after them. “Hold up, you guys.”

Nico huffed indignantly as Tommy pulled him up the stairs. “Stay down here, Tanner and Tubbo!” Tommy called, chuckling to hide his exasperation at Nico attempting to yank his arm out of his grip. “Tanner, just stay with– stay with hip Tubbo!”

“Nah, I have to watch you if you go down the slides,” Tanner said. “I’m sorry bro.”

“Aw, fuck, alright.” Nico took the opportunity to pull away from Tommy, promptly stepping on his foot and making him yelp. They let Tanner go up the stairs first while they all followed behind.

Tommy trailed back, walking beside Tubbo. “So?” he asked, keeping his voice low. “Did you make an impression? Is he gonna come with us?”

“I don’t know,” Tubbo sighed, lightly pulling at the neck of his bodysuit. “I think I need to try harder.”

Tommy snorted. “As if you weren’t trying hard enough already.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

[dontcallmeeds]

Since i have that one post still getting notes about my queer Nancy Wheeler takes lets breakdown the library scene!!! I know its been done but by a previously identified lesbian (now queer transman as I’ve always been) who grew up in a small town with adhd/asd who is a full blown Robin kinnie (but also understands Nancy pretty gd well)??? HEHEHEHE LETS GO!!!!

And when I say break it DOWN I mean BREAK IT THE FUCK DOWN!!!

When Robin goes with Nancy, Nancy seems to agree with her about the whole “oh you think we NEED you” man shit. But then she’s annoyed with her when they get to the library, we can take that as her also being annoying in the car and being into Steve still. But for the sake of this argument, what if Nancy realized she has a bit of a crush on her in the car. She’s passionate like Nancy, doesn’t matter if it’s in a different way, she’s fucking passionate and strongly opinionated. Like Nancy.

“Did I come off mean or condescending or something?” Robin and me are the same here, I’m horribly honest and I apologize constantly because its not that blunt honesty allistics say that they have, its genuine honesty. But when has Nance HAD THAT?! EVER?! Oh wait……..BARB. Yeah it’s always gonna go back to Barb. Barbara had GENUINE honesty and everyone else has lied to Nancy in some way and she’s also lied to people, so she doesn’t think Robin is seriously being truthful!!! She thinks she is being mean and condescending and its goddamn crushing her.

Okay the basement scene is most telling. Nancy is embarrassed she dragged Robin down there. Yes “nothing new” is fucking annoyed, she’s annoyed at herself. Imagine if Steve had gone with her and been in that scene. Now I love Steve, he’s my favorite character, but that would’ve been such a bad scene. She would’ve internalized her shit because Steve isn’t very book smart (i hate the whole Steve is dumb agenda as his number one fan, but he is smart and useful in OTHER ways). Robin fucking is. She’s goddamn brilliant like Nancy and I will die on that hill.

“I don’t know okay? It’s starting to seem like a big waste of time” dude she’s so pissed off at herself. That’s internal, not Robin annoyance. She’s mad she followed her journalistic instinct from the Wayne conversation and dragged someone else, specially Robin, into her hunch. Even though she ends up being the one who is most important in this path!!!

My FAVORITE piece of this scene is “you’re obviously bored, why don’t you call Steve?” The venom in her voice is not heterosexual. It feels like “why don’t you go call your fucking man” internalized shit because (more Barb shit) SHE LEFT BARB DOWNSTAIRS FOR STEVE!!! Broooooo pls your lesbian is showing, that jealousy is only jealousy I’ve seen in myself and other queer people who like women and are jealous of their fucking boyfriends. That level of jealousy was NOT “thats my ex and you’re dating him”. Her facial expressions are sooo fucking reminiscent of her brother’s here in the Rink-O-Mania scene :)))). Queer sibling shit its fine!!

Robin’s goddamn adhd is what fucks this whole thing up much like me being audhd fucks up many of my flirtationships (I’m not saying Robin isn’t audhd but this fandom is…a lot, mostly on twitter and tiktok but still). She mistakes Nancy’s upset with still having feelings for Steve. And I JUST saw a parallel between Nancy and Mike Wheeler that BLEW MY MIND. Someone said “the facial expressions between the six nuggets fantasy is with you convo and the surfer boy pizza convo look like they were going to hurt the other person’s feelings and then got interrupted”. Yup. Yeah YUP!!! I do not believe for a second Nancy still has Steve feelings. I think her fucking comphet was trying to play her for a fool when he took off his shirt in the lake. And Robin wants to be supportive so she gives Nancy that one look. ROBIN YOU GD IDIOT SHE WANTS YOU BRO!!!!

“You do know me and Steve are totally not a thing right?” “WHAT?!” Oh that speaks for its self Miss Wheeler LMAOOOO. It feels like for a moment Nancy realizes how dumb she’s being, that reaction wasn’t her guarding herself anymore. I think in the back of her mind she knows Robin is a lesbian. You can catch her absolutely feral and entertained smile when they pan to Robin coming down the stairs. Like BRO SHE THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. Like “of course Steve isn’t with you, dummy, you’re too hot and gay”.

“You’re like one of those unstoppable power couples” NANCY’S EXPRESSION TO THIS SAYS EVERYTHING I NEED TO FUCKING KNOW!!!!!!! I DON’T EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF HERE!!!! SHE WAS SO ANNOYED WITH THAT, SHE DOESN’T THINK SHE BELONGS WITH HIM AND ITS NOT BC OF STEVE LMAO.

But then the first “platonic with a capital P” we get from Robin…it started to feel like Robin realizes maybe subconsciously what is going on. Its softer. Its not very wingman of her at that point. It feels like “hey the door is wide open”. And how Nancy looks up from her searching but then flashes her that weird smile. Like “yeah okay I guess”.

“In case thats adding any tension between us” yall…..I’ve said this to girls I thought were straight and got that same weird crunched face look Nancy does because it was like a “you goddamn idiot the tension is because i wanna kiss you”. “It wasn’t” further proves my point, like Robin, the tension is because she wanna hit.

I want to tattoo the last look Nancy gives Robin on my body before they cut to them reeling The Weekly Watcher onto the machines, she thinks Robin is a goddamn genius and wants to kiss her on the mouth.

Nancy literally has to walk away when they make eye contact, same bestie.

Okay then the journalist possesses Nancy’s body when she realizes Robin isn’t mocking her so thats it for me reading into this. But Jesus Christ dude. If you watch Natalia’s interviews often like I do, dude that woman is OBSESSED with the queer ships of the show. Other actors have played their characters queer when its not scripted and we KNOW Natalia is gunning for a Ronance kiss. She’s Ronance’s biggest fan. She’s also a vocal Stonathan supporter which may not mean she doesn’t support Jancy, but she got so bored the last time someone asked her about the love triangle. And while I love Megan Thee Stallion and her love of ST…I was like girl do you watch the interviews??? LMAO.

I am becoming a bigger Ronance supporter than I am of my other ships which is BAFFLING. But I DO NOT THINK NANCY WHEELER IS STRAIGHT. I’m starting to fully FULLY believe she’s a lesbian not even gd bi dude.

[magpigment]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GENLOSS EPISODE: THE MASTERMIND OF THE WAREHOUSE

my thoughts and some theories as i was watching the second part of generation loss! not really analysis just my reactions to it as i watched lmao. enjoy!

is ranboo chained to a chair

why is ranboo chained to a chair

why is the volume so high on my computer

that’s a conveniently placed key

okay ominous tv man

oh wait it’s jerma lmao

my friend who’s obsessed w jerma told me about this episode lately

‘the amount of chains on there would hold every single bicycle. for a million years’ i’ve been sold on this jerma guy

NO NOT THE BUCKET ( <—- obligatory homestuck reference) 

ranboo just cannot get a break wow

..it does not seem as though ranboo COULD HANDLE a ‘little bit of juice’ 

‘ranboo you alright??’ no i don’t think they are actually now that you mention it

i like how everybody in the poll is immediately going for the middle one 😂 

win! the person who has you trapped in a sick series of death obstacles for their own sick amusement wants to make sure you’re doing ok after accidentally knocking you out via high volts of electricity administered directly to your brain! 

bit confused about the bundle of wires dangling from their neck ngl 

‘ there’s a one in ten thousand chance of that happening and it did?!’ what can i say, homeslice has the power of PLOT ARMOR on his side! 

why is squiggles upset at ranboo actually picking the right key???? 

‘i love rats! 🥰’ based, squiggles. based

wow i didn’t know the back rooms were part of this place /j

oop hello random person on the gurney

i stg if that’s charlie- ITS FUCKING CHARLIE

his feet are for sure fake are they gonna have to remove his foot or something

oh most of his body is fake i see. ranboo is gonna do surgery on charlie

that’s fun 😅 

ranboo is a licensed medical professional im sure this will be fine /j

i like how the totally real feet that are totally a part of charlie’s actual human body has toenails that are painted red. yassss bitch slayyyy- oh wait, *checks notes* oh, GET slayedddsdddd yasssss 😂 

‘what is this, invisalign??? whatre u doin down there????’ never change, charlie. never change

also this california surfer dude is about to get absolutely fucking eviscerated perchance. i feel like that’s where this is going. 

‘so that’s why they call him slimecicle! ^^’ shut ur WHORE MOUTH SQUIGGLES /j

fr tho why are his insides literally goop tho

oh that was harrowing. ok so when the static interference happens whatever mind control is happening to make everything seem like. fine ish is removed and it’s like even more horrific?? 

also i see why they made his insides are green slime, so when they do the color reversal it looks red so it looks like human bits and then they crank the saturation up on that a bit so that it’s a brighter red or something??? ooooh that’s so cool i’m loving this 

‘ermmm. what just happened?’ you and me both squiggles. 

ok genuinely what the hell is charlie even saying right now. like what the actual fuck 😂 

are these camera people dressed up as rats cuz if so that’s both very funny and also that would suck to have to film in, they’re doing a great job 

‘how many hot wheels did you swallow???’ 

‘vrooom :D’ 

‘..ok dude’ 

‘they call me lightning mcEAT ^u^’ 

I KNEW THE BIT WAS GOING TO BE THAT HE DIDNT EVEN NEED TO CUT CHARLIE OPEN I COULD SMELL IT IN THE AIR THAT IS SO FUNNY

‘what a gushy gooshy guy’ facts and truth from squiggles in the corner 

why does charlie have a toilet tattoo 😂 

wowwww NOW you get cold feet ranboo XD. ‘but it’s so gross 😖’ homeslice you just fully eviscerated a man. you were elbows deep into a guys ABDOMEN. a toilet is leaps and bounds better than a full on HUMAN(?) BEING 

even squiggles commented on the toenails 

why is eef here 

and also the love or host guy

and also like the other people. 

why is sneeg and also frank back????

lmao jermas tv is broken L

oop squiggles is not happy about the broken tv

what is he doing XD

short king jerma 

why is jermas cane so bendy 

‘i hope slimecicle is ok’ me too, squiggles. me too

wow ethan is really giving this his all. turner my beloved

why is charlie offering to be ethan’s fish

i really like the little idle animations for squiggles ngl. they’re very expressive 

austin shows, ‘I LOVE WOMEN.’ ‘lying is not going to save you’ way to haul his ass out of the closet /j (also yes i’m aware austin isn’t straight) 

slimecicle, laying there completely fucking disemboweled, ‘i’m feeling something funny, kinda rumbly, some sort of discomfort?? if i could just get someone to check that out..’ 

austin in the background talking about his very real very heterosexual relationship 

why did charlie have a whole ass baseball hat in his stomach

OH THAT WAS SNEEGSNAGS HAT

WHY WAS THAT IN THERE AND WHY IS SQUIGGLES SO UPSET ABOUT IT ??????

i stg if everyone votes to save frank 😂 

was that sneegs hat actually?? i’m p sure it was 

sneeg is just having a crisis over this fucking hat dude 

there is definitely something happening and that was definitely sneegs hat before 

i’m only 30 minutes into this how has so much happened so far

i like how sneegs first thing he does upon regaining awareness of the full extant of the situation he’s in is immediately lie about having to take a dump that would produce gases banned by the geneva convention in order to get away for a second. he’s for sure going rogue dude can’t wait to see what you’re able to do before it all goes to hell again 

squiggle is absolutely flabbergasted 

OH NIHACHU!! hell yeah

nvm sneeg like immediately got caught 

oop

that’s not ominous or foreboding at all. don’t mind him he’s just getting reprogrammed real quick lmao

THEY TURNED HIS HAT AROUND 😂 

i’m relatively confused 

did they put nihachus mic under her hat or something 

her audio is a little wonky 

ok so only one person for sure survives 

i can almost guarantee either sneeg or frank is gonna be the one picked to survive ngl

i love charlie’s little background contributions 

ok nvm two of them survive 

also yeah i agree how is charlie even still alive in canon. most of his organs are just not in his body

oh niki won??? nice 

is niki like ok lmao

she is a very good actress because she seems both genuinely incredibly afraid and incredibly suspicious 

niki and sneeg hell yeah 

why’d he bitch slap frank 😂 

squiggles is not happy with that and neither is charlie

JERMA IS CALLED THE PUZZLER??? LMAO 😂 

why is charlie making a callback to the goddamn fussy bit from that one tommyinnit morph mod video

what the hell is charlie doing 

why is he strewing his entrails everywhere 😭 

i am so incredibly suspicious of niki and idk why

the VIBES? are OFF. 

ok i’m going to sleep and finishing this tomorrow and i am fully expecting my dreams to be super fucked up because of this but that’s fine. i’m at the 55:42 minute mark ^^ if my dreams are interesting/relevant i might leave a little note detailing it but probably not lmao (editors note: my dreams were weird but not really relevant, so. yeah)

why does squiggles want them all to lick the walls so bad

i’ve never even heard of the board game mouse trap in my life 

is this like an actual board game??? why is it so convoluted???? 

i like how sneeg just started eating the candy around

squiggles is speaking in some sort of code or something so like. that’s cool???

i like how everyone just started bullying the puzzler XD

oh so that’s why squiggle is speaking in code ig, cuz that’s what the instructions are written in. that’s really funny actually 

squiggles is straight up speaking in the same code or whatever the instructions are written in. is that able to be translated??? has anyone translated that yet??? 

i kinda wanna see if i’d be able to translate it but idk the first thing about ciphers and idek what that arrangement of symbols would be called. is it just straight up wing dings?? who knows! not me! 

imma go see if it’s wing dings actually gimme a sec 

IT IS WINGDINGS

bet if i translate this it’s gonna be just inane bullshit lmao

i have given up trying to translate this, if anyone’s interesting this is at about 1:03-5:04 of something, i’m too tired for this 😂 

on the plus side squiggles is now talking in not wing dings so that’s cool

IS THE MISSING PIECE GONNA BE IN CHARLIE LMAO

OH DUDE THATS SICK THATS SO FUNNY

ok so it USED to be in charlie but it is no longer! it was one of the first bits that ranboo kindly extracted very carefully from charlie’s gaping torso ^^

the rock candy is made from actual rocks??? ok squiggles

why is sneeg just eating random shit around the room 😂 

not the candy :((

also i’m eating cantaloupe btw. if you even care 😒 /j

DID HE JUST SHOOT NIKI????

😂 bruhhhh

welp. at least he put her out of her misery???

what is this emphasis on ranboo kicking the bucket in reference to the game. i feel like this is foreshadowing 

they probably did it! why is he celebrating the fact they beat his trap lol

oh where the hell are they

why are there deadly lasers

WHY WAS SNEEG GOING TO TOUCH THE LASER 😂 

the way his wrist got smacked away from the lasers so promptly 

please don’t throw this man

wow

oop

well his face is smooshed lmao

i like the comical way that guy just got fucking murdered via anvil to the face

‘i guess those ones didn’t count 🤷‍♂️’ lmao

SLIMECICLE?! 

‘oh my gosh it’s slimetowel!!’ based squiggles. based

welp. bye slimetowel, you lived as you died. shortly 

the lasers are gone! 

sneeg is fully just brushing off the like two dead bodies rn

welp. they got out of there 😂 

jerma can fly that’s crazy

i like how everyone instead of getting blown up is getting the chance to participate and then comically getting killed in other, miscellaneous ways. 

hey uhhh squiggles, buddy ol pal, you doin ok over there?? 

‘ranboo..’ ‘yes😊?’ 

oh wow everyone is in the closet that’s crazy /j

the rats are poggers also BTW 

i miss charlie already 😔

‘sometimes you need a change in perspective’ do they need to use the mirror to solve the puzzle. i doubt that’s what they have to do but if it is i’m so poggers and awesome and that is REAL and TRUE

jerma just go thru the door sideways bestie 

jerma was indeed talking about his ass for a weird amount of time lmao

‘is this a hookah??’ just hearing eef say this in the background sent me

why is sneeg messing w alphabet magnets 

‘slayyyyy king!’ i like how squiggles is just stanning ethan putting on a purple wig. based

the wig ethan’s wearing and the color of dress he chose coupled w his entirely purple outfit is clashing horribly oh god

also squiggles is right the audio keeps getting funky cuz of all the fabric on the microphones 😂 

i like sneegs bright yellow boa scarf 

the heels actually look p cool austin 

how many layers is ranboo wearing???

where did ranboos jacket go?? 

oh i think it’s on the red chair 

i don’t think those heels are the right size for austin i’ll be honest 

sneegs outfit is really something 

for the record i have absolutely no clue what’s happening rn

why is everyone voting for ethan in terms of most stylish 

i do not think they did it, guys

i actually really like austin’s orange pants but i think that’s just because i like cargo pants and also orange so like. maybe i’m biased 😂 

why is ethan walking like that

oh ranboo literally just put two different jackets over his showfall jacket and then just took one off, they’re still wearing the showfall jacket underneath XD

‘it says that we should go there, but i feel like that’s a trap :D ‘ 

also there was a button that sets off a black light which is what reveals the clues, not the mirror

oooo nice fit change 😂

‘NOT HIS CHILDREN AND WIVE’ why is squiggles actually kinda funny ngl. like i don’t trust them as far as i can throw them but sometimes they’re based 

ok bits aside the fact that ranboo and sneeg are so far mostly unaffected by the copious amounts of dead people and dying people and horrific threats of violence and whatnot is almost certainly some sort of mindcontrol or something by showfall. like. that’s not even really a question in my mind that’s irrefutable fact at this point. especially with the whole thing earlier with sneeg?? and the occasional interference from the hacker or whatever or the instances where something happens that’s not meant to and the illusion breaks?? like mannn this is so cool. 

LMAO THE COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY DEATH OF EEF AND THEN IMMEDIATELY LEAVING TO THE NEXT PART OF THE PUZZLE

BRUH

that’s so funny 

also the meta of finding this funny because it’s all silly and goofy and framed as a joke falling into line w the entire thing being set up like that to keep people from thinking about the horrific things that are actually happening in order for this entertainment and then how that parallels real life in the entertainment industry? yikes 

anyway onto the silly goofies tee hee 

is jerma just smoking a cigar 

did jerma just drop the bomb button. is austin about to fucking die 

what even happened hello ??

jerma really likes his cardboard what can i say

ranboo just solving the rubik’s cube without looking at it lmao

i’m honestly surprised there hasn’t been more gore in this so far, i was honestly expecting this to be a lot more graphic than this but that’s kinda dumb of me i think, i didn’t realize this was streamed on twitch at some point lol

i’m fully expecting austin to die ngl

push the button push the button push the button

nvm squiggles said to push it i don’t think they should push it

‘we shouldn’t push the button it’s got dynamite sitting in front of it’ ‘…*moved the dynamite to a shelf right next to it* looks safe to me :D ‘

yeah austin is dying lmao

‘only one person would fit in this silhouette’ *ranboo, standing there like a foot taller than it* 

well those people are dead oop

why’s that chair all fucked up lmao

it sure is just. focusing on that chair for a while, huh

oh hey ranboo in the background lmao

ranboo is on the set this is not a drill 

this sure is a funky little room huh

wow look at that four minutes set up XD

is that torn up showfall merch on the ground around the chair?? 

why did the puzzler leave a message TO RANBOO in the case he died??? hello?? 

why are there so many boxes inside boxes lmao

‘the truth will set you free’ genuinely what side is the puzzler even on here 

squiggles is not happy about hacker guy being here again 

i’m noticing whenever the hacker guy shows up or interferes or whatever is when ranboo seems actually distraught and confused and scared, most likely because whatever tie showfall has on him is weakened?? idk but it’s super cool

also squiggles commentary is. intriguing 

ohhhh ranboo can actually see the fourth wall now?? or at least the people filming who represent the fourth wall/ the audience?? 

woahhhhhhhh this is so cool

the backing track there fits the atmosphere so well!! 

that’s such a neat place to end it on holy shit lmao

[storybookwolf]

Here's my contribution to day 1 of @jancyweek2022. The theme was lyrics.

Tell Her About It

It was 12.48 on a Friday night and Argyle and Jonathan were in the Surfer Boy Pizza van. His shift had ended at 10.30, and after he clocked off they went to the baseball field in East Lenora to smoke and stare up at the stars. Now they were cruising around town with no specific destination, just enjoying the buzz. Argyle’s latest eclectic mixtape played on the stereo, segueing from ‘Positive Vibration’ by Bob Marley to ‘Tell Her About It’ by Billy Joel. ‘Listen boy, I don't want to see you let a good thing slip away. You know I don't like watching anybody make the same mistakes I made …’

Jonathan suddenly stiffened. Argyle heard a sharp intake of breath, and then his friend hissed, ‘Billy Joel is talking to me.’

I keep forgetting Byers isn’t as used to the ganja as me, Argyle thought. It’s making him paranoid.

He reached over and gently patted Jonathan’s shoulder. ‘No, dude, you’re okay. It’s just the stereo. I know you only listen to music by, like, depressed English guys who look like they’re dying of cholera or whatever, but Billy has some schmackin’ tunes.’

Jonathan sighed. ‘No, I know it’s the stereo. But he’s talking to me. Or about me. I’m the guy in the song! I need to tell Nancy how much I love her, how incredible she is, or else I’m gonna lose her.’

‘I’m pretty sure she knows, dude,’ said Argyle. ‘You literally never shut up about her.’

‘Yeah, to you, but I’ve gotta tell her. Half the time when one of us calls the other they’re not there, or we get the time difference screwed up. And when we do get through to each other, I just … I don’t know, I clam up, or I talk about stupid, mundane things instead of the real shit, like how much I love her and how she’s the most amazing girl in the world. Same thing when I write to her, it’s hard to find the right words. But it’s like the song’s saying: if I don’t tell her, she won’t know and she’ll think I don’t care!’

Argyle nodded. ‘Makes sense to me. And I would definitely listen to Billy Joel’s advice about women. Have you seen the babe he’s married to? She’s a stone-cold fox.’

‘Pfft,’ scoffed Jonathan. ‘Nancy’s, like, a thousand times more beautiful than Christie Brinkley. She’s stunning, and every guy at Hawkins High wants to be with her. Nancy Wheeler could have anyone she wants, and sooner or later she’s going to realise that she deserves better than me.’

‘Hey, don’t say that. You’re a great guy! And you’re, like, totally good-looking, too.’ He hated seeing his friend talk himself down.

Jonathan went on as though he hadn’t heard. ‘Plus she’s incredibly smart. And determined. And loyal. And unbelievably brave. I bet Christie Brinkley wouldn’t climb through a tree portal into another dimension.’

 ‘Uh … probably not, dude.’ Argyle shook his head. Byers sure says some weird shit when he’s high. I wish I was still that sensitive to it.