sup fuckers i write gay shit warning: lots of dumb posts between fics reqs are: [OPEN] note: icon art is not mine. credit goes to @spybblez enjoy if u want, thanks for stopping by
hey there :) is there any chance you still write about the goons? i’ve been dying for more content about them but they don’t have a lot on here or anywhere else 😭
ye, just send an ask asking for a pairing and whatever else and i’ll try my best :3
Hey, sorry if you aren't taking requests right now, if you aren't that's fine, but can you write something for Blarg X Grizzy? idk, just something cute and happy
here u go mwah sorry for the wait
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a knock interrupted nelson’s best making. he took off his headphones and looked to the door. “come in!”
matt opened the door with a yawn. “i thought you were going to bed early tonight.”
“i am.”
“it’s 3:30 in the morning, grizz.”
nelson looked at his clock and sure enough, 3:30 AM looked back at him. “oh. well, shit.”
“come to bed, please? your sleep schedule doesn’t need to be any more fucked than it is.”
“alright, alright, i’ll stop here.” nelson saved what he had and got up, stretching. “holy shit, i am tired.”
“uh huh. that’s what happens when you stay up way past your bedtime. come on, big guy. you got a whole bed waiting for you.”
nelson smiled and rolled his eyes. “i sure hope so. i know i ain’t sleeping on the couch.”
“well, i could always lock the door. then you’d have to.”
“you forget my strength.”
“oh, yeah. actually, i’ll sleep on the couch tonight.”
nelson laughed as he finally stepped into the bedroom. “im not gonna do anything to you, you know that.”
I can NOT stop thinking about the goons band au, I just imagine them writing songs in the same kinda style like will wood and the tapeworms and now I really wanna cover of them singing ‘hand me my shovel, I’m going in”
the only reason it took me so long to answer this was bc I wanted to listen to the song and I finally am and. you’re So Fucking Right holy shit
Homie you are on an actual roll I love these so much Bc I’ve just been having a brain rot for everyone YOURE doing amazing!!!
-seed (I’m gonna sign off w these if that’s okay)
yeah ofc!!! thank u for liking my stuff <3 i shall go to bed now bc i have celebrated my streamers bday but feel free to send anything at anytime and I will get to it when I can!!!
AHHSHDHDH THAT WAS SO QUICK AND NICE I LOVED IT!! I asked that Bc I was at a fair anyways 🥴
Uhm- I hope it’s okay but can I also req the goons tourbus shenanigans???
it’s late and i have nothing else to do dkdjdjd but ofc!! (i had this written but tumblr is ass and deleted it 😔 so here’s a rewrite)
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“mcnasty, can you please shut the fuck up?” dallas asked from his bunk.
mcnasty was currently playing guitar in his own bunk, singing lyrics from a song he was making up on the spot. this would’ve been fine if it weren’t for the fact that it was 2am and they were all trying to sleep.
mcnastys response was to play the guitar and sing a little louder for a few moments before returning to the previous volume.
“im gonna kick your fucking ass,” dallas threatened.
“no fighting,” dooo called from his bunk sleepily. “we don’t need to have to pull the bus over due to you two doing something dumb.”
“listen, he’s the one playing guitar when we have shit to do in like, 5 hours. if anything it’s his fault.”
“how about you fuckin’ suck on my back acne, dallas?” mcnasty finally retorted, stopping his playing altogether.
“enough. shut the hell up, both of you. i’ll kick you off this dang bus myself.” dooo yawned.
“you heard him, mcnasty.”
“you too, dallas. hush.”
“you can’t be serious.”
“you heard him, dallas,” mcnasty mocked.
dooo finally just shushed them loudly before turning around in his bunk. dallas and mcnasty grumbled to themselves before actually going to sleep.
OKAY SO- do you think you can do all the goons going to a fair? Either headcanons or a story it doesn’t matter to me!! And you can decide whether they’re all together or platonic!!
:000 i wanna do more hcs so i will do that (thank u so much for the offer and ur more than welcome to send in multiple things whether it’s hcs or a fic <3)
- this is all platonic but they still manage to make gay shit happen anyways
- exhibit a: mcnasty manages to get dooo to go on the tunnel of love w him and claims they made out/fucked during the ride
- exhibit b: soup and matt hold hands trying to get funnel cake and pretend to be a couple as a bit. they absolutely cannot hold their giggles back as they call each other babe
- at any ride they come up to they all look at dooo and go “aw sorry buddy you’re too short for the ride”. dooo is Furious but he can’t do shit abt it
- soup is the best at the minigames where u have to aim shit. he wins a few times and gives out some of the stuffed animals to his friends (he doesn’t win anything huge but they don’t care)
- dooo desperately tried to win one of the minigames on his own and soup ended up winning on his first try. he was Not Happy but took the winning stuffed animal anyways
- mcnasty judges all the food they get and everyone else absolutely is abt to throw their food on him (“it’s fair food, of course it’s gonna be dogshit for you and taste bad. that’s the whole point of the experience”)
I was wondering if you would write Blarg x Soup for me with the idea of them slowly realizing they like each other
absolutely god bless u
also this is longer than I was expecting it to be oops
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it started with their taste in music.
matt had his headphones in, blasting a little too loud on the bus when he felt a tap on his shoulder. he turned, and the kid next to him motioned for him to take his headphones out. he did.
“is that led zeppelin?”
matt nodded.
the kid behind him grinned. “oh that’s sick. can i sit next to you?”
matt moved his stuff, and the kid quickly moved over.
“im dallas by the way.”
“matt. you like rock?”
“oh hell yeah i do. it’s like, my favorite thing to listen to.”
“nice.”
the conversation was cut short by matt’s bus stop, but he had made a seat partner. they’d talk about music for the ride, or sometimes other things in class. even though matt was a year older than him, it didn’t stop dallas from coming through.
lucky for them, they both lived near each other, so they constantly switched bus stops, and their parents got used to having to feed an extra kid.
their video games were next.
dallas had a bunch of old consoles, and one step into his room made it clear that he loved a certain game series.
“you’ve got mario sunshine?”
“of course dude! it’s one of my favorites.”
“oh that’s sick. can i play?”
“yeah, lemme hook it up for you.”
they’d play for hours, sitting elbow to elbow, taking turns if they got stuck on a level or if one of them just needed a break. they found multiplayer games to play of course; cod, battlefield, etc. that way even when they were home they could still connect, and sometimes they’d stay in lobbies longer just to talk to each other.
they grew up together, changing and becoming their own people, but having each other was a constant.
they finally noticed it when it was close for college.
they paid too much attention to each other, to what girlfriends they had, what they were into…it was taking a toll, the tension between them.
“what’re you gonna do when i go off to college?” matt asked, sitting on dallas’ bed.
dallas shrugged. “i dunno. you’re still gonna call, right?”
“of course man. i don’t wanna leave you.”
dallas just smiled. he didn’t want matt to leave, but he understood that he wanted to do his own thing.
matt looked around the room, spotting all the little trinkets he had gotten dallas over the years. a few mario collectibles, a few music things; dallas told him they were his favorite things he had, and matt held that high in his heart.
“oh, uh, before i forget,” dallas shot up, pointing at him. “i got tickets to this local rock concert. i was uh, wondering if you’d wanna go with me.”
“is it gonna be just us?”
“yeah. i mean, if you want others to go, we can invite them, but I was thinking it could be just us.” dallas shuffled in his spot, and he looked nervous.
“i’d love to go with you. just us.”
dallas grinned. “sick. it’s in like, a week. you good with that?”
“yeah.”
they arrived at the concert, and both were buzzing with excitement. dallas had been to one before but it was always fun. matt on the other hand had never been to a live concert, and he was pumped. “oh man this is gonna be so cool,” he yelled over the crowd.
dallas laughed. “just wait until they actually start playing.”
they got waters, and before they knew it the music had started. they didn’t really know the band, didn’t really know the lyrics to any songs but they didn’t care. both were rocking out, headbanging to the songs, laughing whenever they bumped into each other.
and then a song matt happened to recognize started playing.
dallas had stopped watching the concert and had his eyes on matt singing his heart out, bouncing around. he felt so content in that moment, like nothing could go wrong. here he was with his best friend in the whole world at a concert, and he wanted nothing more than to just grab him and kiss him.
wait.
dallas couldn’t tell if his face was warm from the heat of everyone around him or from how bad he was starting to blush. “i’m getting another water,” he yelled over the crowd. matt glanced over, grinning in acknowledgement.
dallas ended up getting two, one for him, one for matt just in case.
the song before had passed, and matt was looking around for dallas when he finally spotted him.
he paused as he watched dallas’s face change from focused to a grin when seeing matt’s face in the crowd. he properly took in dallas for what seemed to be the first time and…wow. he looked good. his hair was messy, sweat was covering him but yet here he was, making matt want to kiss that grin off of his face.
what?
“i got you a water just in case,” dallas said, handing it to him.
matt took it graciously; his mouth had gotten dry all of a sudden. “thanks.”
the rest of the concert was filled with glances and slight brushes of their arms together. it was all they could think about, but they kept dancing and screaming out lyrics to their hearts content.
the ride home was filled with sing-a-longs of shitty 80s songs that ruined their voices even further. it was better than anything they could’ve asked for.
then dallas drove up matt’s driveway to drop him off. “i had a lot of fun.”
“i did too. i hope we can do this again soon.”
“yeah…me too.”
they sat there a little longer, staring at each other and taking glances down at each other’s lips.
“well, i should uh. get going.”
“oh, uh, yeah. probably.”
matt smacked himself mentally before pushing open the truck door. “uh, thanks again. goodnight.”
“yeah, yeah, no problem dude. have a goodnight.”
matt waved awkwardly and shut the door, walking to his house.
dallas sighed, hitting his head against the steering wheel.
I’m really glad you want Goons reqs... would you be willing to do Soup x Mcnasty or Soup x Dooo?
i gotchu :]
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maybe having a roommate who partied constantly was a bad idea, in hindsight.
dallas didn’t think it was terrible at first; he never held parties where they lived, he always kept it to himself, tidied up after himself and wasn’t obnoxious about it.
and it’s not like his roommate was in constant danger, either. the man was 6’7 and looked intimidating from the second you saw him. he could definitely take care of himself.
the problem was when he wouldn’t show up in the morning after the party. usually dallas caught him on the couch, snoring loudly with a glass of water already on the side table for when he woke up. but as of recently, he had been staying out later and later, and after not showing up for 2 days before coming home dallas made a new rule.
“just, call me to let me know you’re alright. you don’t gotta call like every hour, just when you think about it. and tell me if you’re staying over. that way i don’t accidentally call the police when you don’t show up.”
“god, you’re like my mom or something,” eric scoffed.
“im serious dude. i don’t want police knocking at my door because your dumbass got yourself killed.”
“fine, i’ll try to remember to call you.”
“thank you.”
the next party eric went to, dallas kept his phone by his side to make sure he didn’t miss any calls. right before he went to bed, he heard it ringing, and he sighed with relief when he saw eric’s name on his screen. “hey.”
he could hear lots of loud music and talking in the background. “dallas!” eric sounded plastered, and dallas didn’t doubt that he was. “i remembered, are you happy?”
“yes, im very happy. you doing alright?”
“yeah!”
“are you staying the night there?”
“maaaaybe.” eric giggled. “you should come too!”
“i think i’ll pass, boss. thanks though.”
“awh, okaaaaay. i loooove you.”
dallas rolled his eyes. god, he really was gone. “alright, lay off the drinks for a bit, buddy. i’ll see you when you get home.”
May I request headcannons of the Goons being a band? :)
im not sure if it’s a fic you want or an actual like list of hcs but im gonna do the list one and if u wanted a fic im so sorry (this was actually rly fun to do for some reason but anyways-)
- id like to think they all take turns singing/some songs have each person singing a different verse
- soup probably on drums bc he’s the only bitch who knows how to play them (i think)
- dooo on keyboard obv (and guitar/bass if need be)
- matt n mcnasty are both guitar boys
- matt def sings the least, only like. screaming as backup vocals probably
- rehearsals are awful sometimes only bc mcnasty keeps making up dumbass lyrics/riffs halfway through and they all threaten to kick him out of the band if he keeps it up (they never do)
- probably have at least one incident on a tour bus every god damn time they get one (ex: dooo probably accidentally destroys the bus toilet once after a bad case of taco bell and everyone refuses to use it for the rest of the tour)
- shows are NUTS. soup absolutely kills it with the energy he’s got and no one can even come close to matching it
- mcnasty and soup sometimes act as body guards bc they’re not afraid to deck a bitch who’s trying to do smthn they’re not supposed to
- dooo probably still gets the most fangirls. everyone makes fun of him for the amount of weird shit he has to sign/gets as gifts (some very much so Not PG)
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