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2nd account because im kinda good at writing and it’s fun ngl

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INTRODUCTION I THINK IDK UHHHH

No idea what to really put here, but this blogs just fanfics I write whenever I get motivation. Super secret totally cool other account of @blogi-prollytitled

Oh yeah and expect a lot of men kissing. Everywhere. Bi teenager whaddaya expect.

If I ever think of more stuff I’ll put it here but uhh go here for the writing and to my main blog for rambling

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Malcom x Male reader

A/N - procrastinating a fic by making another fic is so cool right guys. Oh yeah and reader is more like alt/emo so keep that in mind

For someone who overthought practically everything they did, Malcom hadn’t ever considered being into dudes before he met you. He’d had girlfriends before, had crushes on girls- and he had always just assumed that he was completely as straight as a line. But all that changed when, one sunny afternoon, you’d accidentally lost a nerf dart in the Wilkersons’ front yard while playing around with your friend. It’d be an easy fix, just walk over there and pick up the dart- but Malcom had seen it first, and was about to give it back when he caught sight of your face- and it immediately caused him to freeze in place with his hand awkwardly holding out the nerf dart, and his mouth just slightly agape as he was practically mesmerized by your face. One teasing comment, and Malcom mentioning he had nothing else to do today later, and you and Malcom had became close friends pretty quickly.

Now- past that point, Malcom had tried to deny it to himself. He didn’t know why he would blindly follow you when the two of you snuck into places, or ding-dong-ditched the neighbours, but he did know he was being a complete idiot and it was out of character for him of all people. As the two of you grew older, his feelings went from him being incredibly willing to follow you anywhere you went- to a fluttering in his chest every time you walked by. It had to be something in the way you dressed- or that eyeliner you’d started wearing- or something completely unrelated to Malcom himself- because he wasn’t gay! He swore it!

Today had been a lazy day. You and Malcom had been hanging around in your room all day, reading comics and playing video games, until Malcom had brought up how you wore eyeliner all the time now.

—“What, do you wanna try it?” You offered, the words seemingly causing Malcom to glare at you halfheartedly as he responded

“No way, dude- I’d look like a girl if you put it on me.” Malcom grumbled, leaning his back against the headrest of your bed and crossing his arms while he did so.

You let out an amused scoff, “Do I look like a girl to you, Malcom?” You fired back with feigned offence at his words. That got a better response from Malcom, as he visibly seemed to try to backpedal what he had said.

“Well- C’mon- I mean I would- not you,”He sputtered, “You look cool in eyeliner- like some sorta rockstar-“

It never failed to amuse you how Malcom got all flustered like this around you. It was like you were the one person who could just.. break him. And you hardly had to try to do it, too.

“Relax, dude. Just hold still, it’ll only be a sec.” You grabbed your pencil from off of your desk, crawling over the bed and straddling Malcom so you could get a better view. Malcom didn’t seem all that opposed to this, mostly because he had gone uncharacteristically quiet when you did so. You put a hand on his jaw to keep his face in place as you began using the pencil to darken up Malcom’s under eye. It was surprisingly hard to do eyeliner when it was on somebody else- usually it felt so easy when you did it on yourself, but apparently this was another ballpark. You’d had to grumble under your breath for Malcom to “quit squirming” when he flinched too much at the pencil near his eye. You’d been practically sitting in his lap at this point- but you couldn’t care less when you were more focused on getting your friends eyeliner just right.

Malcom himself, though? The entire thing had sent his brain into overdrive. He felt all rational thought leave his brain when you had started straddling his lap- and your hand being on his face didn’t help either. Your face was so close already- if he just tilted up a little bit, then-.. but Malcom was straight! Just as straight as a line! Whatever this was had nothing to do with that! He had to keep screaming it to himself in his head in a failed attempt at trying to shove down the feelings bubbling in his chest. When you had finally finished with the eyeliner- pulling away with a satisfied sigh, Malcom almost whined at the loss of contact. Whatever you were doing to him was dangerous- it definitely felt like it. His face felt like it was a hundred degrees, and when you had moved to get up- Malcom had gotten this close to actually calling for you to come back.

You pulled him up by his hand, before eagerly tugging him to look in your mirror to see how he looked. You were grinning like a mad man, So Malcom had no choice but to assume that he looked good- and when he actually looked in the mirror, he didn’t really hate what he saw. It took him a moment to find his to tongue in his mouth before he could finally speak again, but when he did-

“I actually look pretty nice..” Malcom mumbled, admiring how the makeup looked on his face in the mirror before turning back to you. “Where’d you learn how to do this?”

You simply shrugged in response, giving a vague “I figured it out.” Before you flopped back onto your bed with a small grin on your face. Malcom couldn’t help but look back at you- unable to look away at the way your lips curled up and-

..He might’ve been a little into dudes, after all.

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Okay so since it’s like 2am and i suddenly remembered I can write, I wanna make this clear in case I make any more fics with Nathan/Rowleys bro in it. Nathan is written to have a dysfunctional family, so if that gets brought up in other fics uhhh just keep that in mind.

His father is an old man that hardy talks unless it’s to scold his sons or wife. He’s hardened with older values that he was taught growing up.

His mother is an incredibly religious woman, who married to a man older simply due to not believing in pre-marital sex.

And uhhh Rowley’s Rowley.

Nathan stays out of the house often due to his frustrations with his family, going out to parties and hanging out with his friends as often as possible all to avoid being home and having to listen to his parents lectures. It’s like.. the entire reason that Nathan got a job in the first place.

So uhh yeah the more you know k thanks bye

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Got an idea for a Francis fic but im not sure if it should just be a one shot or if I should make some more so here’s the idea

Francis, during military school, found one of the local boys who hangs around the fence around the school. (In the boys own words, it’s funny to watch the boys in the military school get their asses kicked by the commander, and the fence gets a nice view.) Francis gets to talking to the boy and actually becomes friends with him, and when Francis’ birthday rolls around- the boy at the fence ends up bringing Francis a poster and a small (admittedly, poorly baked) cupcake to celebrate his birthday.

SHOULD I A) MAKE THIS A ONESHOT WITH THIS WHOLE PLOT ORR B) MAKE THIS A SORTA SERIES, WITH THE BIRTHDAY THING BEING ONE OF THE CHAPTERS. (And cause I’ve never tried pills before im using that to get answers here boom)

ANSWERS PLEASE GIMME

1SHOT I WANT 1 CHAPTER OF FRUITY FRANCIS

SERIES I WANNA GET MORE OF FRUITY FRANCIS RAHH

Voting ended onJun 5

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OC X CANON 2

(The sequel everyone did NOT ask for!)

A/N - yeah please don’t burn me on a stake for taking years to make this 💔

OH YEAH AND IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE FIRST ONE GO HERE CAUSE I POSTED IT ON MY MAIN

The awkwardness that usually followed after you had finally broken no contact with your best-friend-maybe-more who you hooked up with did linger after the two ran into each other. It’d be absurd if it didn’t- but neither of them properly addressed it to each other, Simply hanging out together like before- this time with an added tension in the air that thickened at every joke that even slightly eluded to what happened.

Now Nathan? He was perfectly fine keeping things that way. Talking about what happened would lead to him talking about how he felt about the whole thing, and well, he’d rather walk on hot coals than have to admit that he had caught feelings for Rodrick. It was almost hilarious, usually Rodrick was the one who was more closed off with his emotions-

But when Rodrick showed up at Nathan’s window one night, with weed and an offer to actually talk, Nathan suddenly forgot how to say no- and in a few minutes, he and Rodrick were laying on his roof, staring up at the stars and sighing smoke back out into the night sky. Honestly, if it were anyone else- Nathan probably would’ve just taken the weed and kicked them out. But something about the way Rodrick flashed him his signature crooked grin, that looked like he was begging not to be shoved away, had Nathan agreeing without a second thought. The cold, midnight breeze brushed past Nathan’s t-shirt, and if he didn’t know any better he would’ve grumbled something about the wind going down his shirt and causing him to involuntarily shiver. He was in his pyjamas, with a band tee of a band Rodrick couldn’t make out in the darkness. Rodrick himself wasn’t exactly dressed like it was something special- wearing a pair of jeans that probably hadn’t been washed in weeks, and the first jacket that he had found before he snuck out.

The two eased into actually talking about everything- or rather, made a really poor attempt at it. The buzz settling into their minds made it easier and easier, but they ended up laughing stupidly at the passing clouds that looked like pretzel bags and drumsticks (maybe in part due to Rodricks comical hunger at all times.) Eventually, though, they landed on the topic of Christmas. Of the night that had caused all of this in the first place.

Rodrick took a deep drag from the joint they were sharing, more so trying to calm his nerves before he spoke, as he held the smoke in his lungs for a good few moments before sighing it out- and blurting out with little to no set up “So- what exactly are we now?”

Half a beat passed, Rodrick nervously glanced at an equally nervous Nathan before he added “Like- us. How do we-.. are we friends now or are we actually..?” Rodrick’s pathetic stuttering made thing almost MORE awkward. The implication of what Rodrick was asking hung in the air, the tension between them almost suffocating as Nathan shifted uncomfortably under it- ending up an inch or two closer to Rodrick unintentionally in the process.

‘Well- I don’t think friends would do.. that- with each other-‘ Nathan finally replied, not exactly giving a proper answer to the question as much as he just stated a fact. It was strange, usually jokes about sex were the funniest thing to them. On a usual day, they’d be grabbing each other’s asses and calling each other “Daddy” like it was the funniest thing in the moment. And now? Nathan could barely even bring himself to just flat out say “Friends don’t fuck.”

Rodrick passed the Joint to Nathan, his fingers brushing against the other boys- but neither pulled away this time, Rodrick turning his head properly this time as he stole all the nerves he could muster to finally ask “s that mean we’re, like.. a thing?”

Nathan’s eyes met Rodricks, and suddenly he couldn’t speak. He wanted to, really, but it was suffocating him to try moving his mouth. A thing? The words were vague, comically so. And yet they still caused Nathan’s heart to skip a beat. He wanted him and Rodrick to be “a thing.” God, how badly he wanted to hold Rodricks stupidly perfect face and keep the boy all to himself. Did Rodrick feel the same? He probably wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t. Wouldn’t have even brought up the possibility.

So, because words failed him, Nathan decided in a fit of impulsive stupidity to lean over and press his lips to Rodricks instead as an answer. It wasn’t long before Rodrick had tugged the other boy closer, and had one arm around him. Rodrick didn’t exactly know what to do with the joint in his other hand- didn’t really care. He ended up just letting it slip out of his fingers to instead cup the side of Nathan’s face- leaning into the kiss until both had to break for air, and Nathan looked into his eyes with a stupidly dopey look in his eyes- causing Rodrick to grin uncontrollably in response and to mumble against his boyfriends lips.

“Sounds like a yes to me.”

‘Shut up and kiss me, numbnuts.’

(A/N; OKAY TOOK ME AWHILE BUT THERE YOU HAVE THE TWO BOYS KISSING BOOM. Again, Dialogue isn’t my strong suit and I’m trying to use these to help practice that, so idk lmk if this sounds good enough to believe. If I get more ideas like the two going on dates, telling their friend and family, I might write that too and flesh out Nathan’s character a little more. )

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Male reader x Reese Wilkerson

A/N - This is for Reese at like.. somewhere in the range of being a freshman in high-school, but I haven’t gotten too far into season 2 so it might be a bit inaccurate but eh. Obviously, but both characters are relatively the same age.

You and Reese being mortal enemies would be putting it lightly. You hated his guts, he hated yours, it was a mutual feeling. Ever since he had stolen your ball during recess in grade 2, you’d been at each other’s throats with every chance you got. The principal had practically gotten on a first name basis with the two of you because of how often you got into fights, and those exact fights were what had led to today and the strangest experience of your life.

Well, Today was relative. It had really started about a few days ago, When a kid in an older grade had ended up in a fight with you during lunch. Practically your entire class had watched the thing happen- He wanted your lunch money, and you weren’t exactly gonna to stand by and let yourself get treated like the victim of an 80s bully. It had taken a little under 3 blows for you to get knocked out, because it turned out picking a fight with someone who was significantly older (and bigger) than you was a terrible idea. Though you weren’t conscious for it, your friends had recalled to you later when you were in the nurses office how Reese had jumped in when he saw what was happening, and started wailing on the guy. Reese had broken the dudes nose, maybe even given him a black eye and a couple bruises that’d sting for a few weeks longer., before teachers had came in the tear everyone away. You’d gotten suspended, so you hadn’t really gotten the chance to ask Reese himself why on earth he had done that- until today.

It was a weekend. School was out, and even if it wasn’t you’d been home from school for the past few days anyways. You were in your pyjamas and a t-shirt because, well, it wasn’t like anyone was home to judge you anyways, your parents had gone grocery shopping and you were grounded! So when the front doorbell rang, you groaned an annoyed “Comiinngg!” Before being met with an uncharacteristically civil Reese, you really had no idea what to expect. Especially not a somewhat quiet “Hey.”

“You got hit pretty bad back in school, so I wanted to check if..” Reese began, looking like he was being stabbed by needles to even get the words out, “..are.. were..—are you doing alright?”

You were taken aback for a few beats, staring dumbly at him like he had just asked if you wanted to help him build a rocket ship to go to mars. Reese? Asking if anyone was alright? And that too, stuttering like he was being held at gunpoint?? Who on earth was this! It took you a moment to finally respond, rather slowly with furrowed eyebrows, “m fine, are you sure YOU are?”

Reese scoffed, looking anywhere but directly in your eyes as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Suddenly, The family photo in your living room was incredibly interesting to Reese. “What, I can’t ask if you’re doing alright now?” He tried to sound offended, but the words came out shaky- almost in response causing Reese to cough into his sleeve.

“Uh, When it comes to you?,” You snickered “Yeah. You can’t. This is a total first.” Something was almost endearing about the way Reese was trying (and failing spectacularly at) to seem unbothered and not like the most awkward man on planet earth. “What’s up? You get paid to do this?” You paused, before adding “You get paid to save my ass earlier too?”

Reese’s eyes snapped back to your face, his face twisting into that familiar irritation you knew from him “What- what?? I didn’t get paid to do anything!” Reese huffed, right when you’d expect him to try punching you- before grumbling “Look- I just- I saw him knock you out n’ got pissed. That’s all.”

You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. Why would he care? He was the one throwing those punches at you half the time, why would he get pissed? “Did being pissed get you to my doorstep too?” You sarcastically retorted, giving him a look that both went right through him.. and also caused him to shift under your gaze.

“Alright, fine, I was just trying to be nice, Jeez.” Reese groaned, taking a step back. Maybe if you had half a brain left after that fight, you would’ve let him leave. He was mortal enemy, the dude you’d walk on hot coals just to avoid- but something about Reese actually being somewhat nice for once (even if it was the bare minimum at this point) had forced words out of your throat that you never thought you’d say to Reese

“Wait-,” You sighed, leaning against the doorframe with your eyes trained on the other boy as he almost immediately lit up at the sound of you stopping him “Are you doing anything else today?”

Reese sputtered, something you didn’t even know he was capable of, “w- free-? Uh- I’m not doing anything else, nah- why?” He flashed a grin that might’ve made you kick him out right then and there if it wasn’t so pathetic.

“I’ve got the new Chucky movie on dvd, you wanna watch with me?”

(Kinda short story aaa sorry. Im not that good with dialogue so this was sorta practice for that, lmk if it was passable enough ahaha? Anyways a sequel to the Rodrick fic is coming out whenever I stop procrastinating because dialogue is infact terrifying.)

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Oc x canon!?!! 😨

(In which Rowleys older brother, Nathan, hooks up with his best friend— Rodrick.)

February 2005

The Jeffersons and the Heffleys had been close families for as long as anyone in the neighborhood could really remember. Ever since a little 6 year old Rodrick asked his mom to hang out with his friend right across the street, the two families became just as inseparable as their two oldest children were. It had to be fate— First Rodrick and Nathan, then Greg and Rowley. Whenever one’s name came up, the other usually wasn’t far behind.

At least, that’s how things had been. How it was supposed to be. But ever since last Christmas, Rodrick and Nathan had been drifting apart. That Christmas that had been like so many before it, with the Jeffersons and Heffleys spending it together. The entire night, Nathan and Rodrick had been practically attached at the hip. Cracking jokes to each other in the middle of dinner, terrorizing their younger brothers together just for the hell of it, and by the time dinner had ended, the two had gone up to Rodricks room where they had played video games like always. But there was some sort of unspoken tension in the air— be it teenage desperation, hormones, or something else entirely that had been bubbling beneath the surface for years by now. Playful teasing turned into taunts, taunts turned into shitty pickup lines, and before either of them knew it- Rodrick was on top of Nathan.

They hadn’t spoken since that day. How could they after what happened? It’s not every day that you hookup with your best friend– whom you’ve known for basically your entire life. They had taken to avoiding each other as if it’d bury the memory, which didn’t work out too well when that same person usually spends their entire day with you. Nathan had taken extra shifts at his part time job, avoided the music room that he and Rodrick usually ate lunch in together— And Rodrick had busied himself with focusing on his band, albeit a little more than entirely healthy.

Weeks passed, and neither could get the other out of their mind despite their best efforts.

…

The afternoon suns warm hues cast over the neighbourhood as Nathan walked back home from his job. Today was exhausting– He had gotten into an argument with his mom while he was getting ready for school, His math teacher had dropped the bomb that the next unit test wasn’t just in two days- but it was also worth 20% of his grade. On top of it all, it has been busy today at the convenience store that Nathan worked at— Honestly, he couldn’t wait to get home. He walked down the sidewalk, wired earbuds connected to his iPod in the pocket of his jacket, too lost in the tunes blasting in his ears as well as his own thoughts to notice the skater kid who was about 5 seconds away from running straight into him.

Rodrick’s friends had been worried about him- and while he hadn’t outright explained to them that he hooked up with Nathan, they knew well enough not to really question it when he always told them that it was “personal stuff.” While they couldn’t get their friend to open up about whatever it was that had upset him so much, they did know that a fairly good solution to a loud brain was (probably) skating! Long story short, Rodrick had gone out with his other friends to the skate park that was just a 10 minute walk away. Actually, it was pretty helpful with clearing Rodricks head- and by the time he was skating home, he was too busy replaying the events of the day in his head to notice that he was about to run into a stranger ahead of him.

By the time that either of the two had noticed they were about to crash into each other, it was way too late to really do much- Rodrick’s board flying into the grass as he tried to swerve out of the way of the person infront of him, instead causing him to eat shit and fall forward- knocking Nathan over onto the pavement and yanking his earbuds out.

Nathan was the first to apologize, groaning as he propped himself up on his elbows- hands dirty and slightly bloody on behalf of being scraped against the pavement.

‘Shit- sorry, dude, I wasn’t paying attention-‘

As Rodrick listened to the stranger apologize, however, his gaze snapped to the ginger boy in front of him. He wasn’t too sure at first, but he’d recognize that voice anywhere. He almost forgot about his skateboard entirely as he sat up in the grass and blurted out,

“Nathan?”

Prompting the other teenager to finally make eye contact and notice exactly who it was, who had crashed into him.

Butterflies formed in Nathan’s stomach, like some sort of curse that was placed on Nathan the minute he finally saw Rodrick again. He didn’t even know what to do for the first few moments- staring dumbly at his best friend with a look somewhere between surprise and fondness. Part of Nathan didn’t even want to break the silence- wondering if just staying here staring at Rodrick was really that bad of a plan for the rest of the day.

Eventually, though, the silence was finally broken. Rodrick wasn’t that good with words- and today was no exception. The tension was so heavy that you could probably cut it open with a knife if you tried- and being under this much pressure did Rodricks scrambling brain zero favours. So, in an attempt to be light hearted and maybe a little less awkward, Rodrick finally, very flatly, spoke up with,

“..Small world we live in, huh?”

It was a horrible attempt at humour. A deer could probably come up with a better quip than that! And yet- somehow. Either by the blessing of some god out there, or through having been friends with Rodrick long enough to find practically everything he did funny, Nathan laughed.

He really laughed. Not just a pity laugh- but the one you could probably imagine coming from finally seeing your favourite person again. It was the kind of laugh that was almost contagious to Rodrick- the kind that made his heart skip a beat, the kind that got him grinning like an idiot and laughing at whatever had gotten Nathan started.

‘I haven’t seen you in weeks, and that’s what you start with??’

(Authors note: augh first actual fanfic so if it’s a little ehh cut me some slack 😔

Might make another with Nathan again if this does well, but idk)

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Da FIRST oc x canon btw so that we’re clear.

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Why is this my first time figuring out you can make multiple blogs, I can just make another page for my fanfic bro 😔

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Yea uhh this is toootally not me guys a random stranger idk this handsome dude (ahaha but another oc x canon for Nathan coming soon im working on itt)