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.”
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.
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.”
Can you do a continuation of the Racctortious soul mate fic? Like where they finally meet?
i haven’t listened to the podcast/watched their videos in forever but fuck it we’ll finish this
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matt was frustrated. hint after hint was given, all obscure and so minuscule that there were hundreds of kids who had these traits and he hadn’t even begun to figure out who his soulmate was. he was never in class to his knowledge, and wasn’t even sure if he was in the same school at this point.
he was still looking at people’s eyes, hoping to find the raccoon that had him on a damn scavenger hunt.
can you just tell me where you are? he wrote, sloppily because he was tired and grouchy from not getting enough sleep and his soulmate was being a little shit today.
nah, what’s the fun in that? his soulmate wrote back, and matt wanted to break his marker.
the bell rang for lunch, and matt kept the marker out in attempt to think of how to reply.
while he was looking down, at his arm, he didn’t see the person in front of him and he ended up crashing into them, both landing on the ground.
“dude what the fuck?” the other kid said.
“shit, my bad,” matt said, quickly scrambling up to help him. he held a hand out, and noticed that he had made a huge line on his arm from crashing into the kid.
when the other kid grabbed his hand, he saw the same line down his arm and other scribbles that looked like the handwriting on his own arm.
finally he looked at his eyes, and was face to face with his raccoon.
“uh, are you-”
“IT’S YOU!” matt yelled, interrupting the other kid.
the kid jumped, nearly cursing. “the fuck you mean ‘it’s you’? what are you on?”
“you’re the fuckin raccoon! my soulmate! look!” matt showed him his arm, and the boy’s eyes widened.
“holy shit. you found me.”
matt grinned, being very proud of himself. “of course i did. can i know your name now?”
the boy rolled his eyes with a smile. “ezra. it’s ezra.”
“ezra,” matt repeated, and ezra rolled his eyes again.
“yeah, don’t wear it out.”
“wow. didn’t know you were such a little bitch.”
“fuck you.”
there was no real malice to their words, and finally they went to lunch together, this time ezra telling matt about himself.
Could you do a "I can't sleep without you holding me" with vanoss and terroriser?
absolutely (also slight angst ig??)
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evan and brian usually didn’t fight, but today was just rough on the both of them and one thing led to another which ended with brian grabbing his pillows and sleeping in the guest bedroom.
evan was still in their bedroom, and both could hear the other slam the door.
brian paced around the guest bedroom, muttering and cursing about how fucking stupid it all was.
evan rubbed his temples, sighing frustratedly before turning on the tv to try and get his mind off of the fight.
as the night went on, both struggled to fall asleep.
brian stared at the ceiling, trying to count sheep to get even a little bit tired but it just wasn’t working. he turned to go pull evan closer to him before realizing he wasn’t there, and he sighed. evan didn’t get pissed often, but brian was sure he’d hold onto it for at least the next day or so. there’s no way he could go back in there to sleep, right?
evan was tossing and turning, unable to find a comfortable position. even his pillows didn’t help. he kept scooting back, trying to fall into brian’s arms only for them to not be there. brian always held some sort of grudge for a little while; there’s no way he would’ve let evan sleep with him, right?
brian and evan sighed. they grabbed a pillow and blanket from their rooms before walking out quietly, expecting the other to be asleep.
what they weren’t expecting was to see the other in the living room, matching items in hand.
“brian?”
“evan?”
both squinted in the dim light, as if they were dreaming.
“what’re you doing up?” evan asked.
brian shrugged, shuffling in his spot. “couldn’t sleep, he said softly. “what about you?”
“couldn’t sleep either,” evan admitted, and both began to smile.
“wanna go back to bed?” brian asked.
“absolutely,” evan replied, and they went back into their bedroom.
when brian’s arms were around evan, both of them fell asleep almost instantly.
Hey! I saw that you write for bbs. If I may request a drabble, is that what they're called? Oops? Of Brian and Evan basically roughhousing until they get in a compromising position and whoever is on top makes a move
god i missed them
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brian always liked staying over at evan’s house. it was big and beautiful, and it was nice and homey always.
well, unless evan was actually there.
evan loved to mess with brian by hiding things in weird places around his house. usually things of brians, sometimes things he knew brian would want to borrow. brian didn’t know the house well enough yet to know all of these places, so sometimes items would stay at evan’s house until evan mailed them back.
right now, brian was trying to relax, but a shitty tv show was on that he didn’t care for, so he wanted to change the channel. problem was, he couldn’t find the remote.
he looked everywhere in the living room for it; under the cushions, the couches, behind the tv, everywhere and yet he couldn’t find it. he was starting to feel bad, since if he was the one who lost it he didn’t want evan to have to buy another remote.
he heard a slight snicker behind him as he kept looking for it, and he sighed. “what, ev?”
“whatcha lookin’ for?” evan asked.
“i lost the remote to the tv and am trying to find it.”
“oh really?”
brian knew that tone of voice all too well, and when he turned to look he saw evan’s shit-eating grin facing him. brian groaned. “you bitch, you hid your own remote from me?”
“yep. and there’s no other way to change the channel. good luck!”
evan was turning to leave, but brian stomped over to him and pulled him back into the living room. “oh no you don’t, you’re gonna tell me where it is you dick. im not gonna sit here and watch this dumb shit all day that’ll make my brain rot out of my ears.”
“and why should I?”
“because i will never put you in the description of my videos ever again.”
“brian, we both know you would never do that.”
brian knew it was true, but he wasn’t about to admit that. so instead, he pushed evan on the couch. “tell me where the remote is or you’re not leaving that couch.”
evan snickered at him. “nah.” he started to get up, and brian quickly pushed him back down.
“if i have to watch this shit, you’re watching it with me.”
“no way dude.”
evan was pushed back down after another weak attempt, and he realized brian was being serious. he tried to make a dash off of the couch, but brian was too quick. he used his full weight to sit on top of him. “you ain’t getting up, bitch.”
evan wiggled from underneath him some, and tried to flip them over. “let me up you bitch!” he laughed.
“absolutely not!” brian struggled to keep evan underneath him, but finally he managed to grab evan’s arms and hold them above his head while his thighs were tightly squeezing evan’s hips. “i’d like to see you get out of this one, bitch boy,” he smirked.
evan squirmed, but eventually gave up, breathing somewhat heavy as he looked up at brian.
it was then brian noticed their situation, and his smirk fell and a blush appeared instead.
evan hadn’t quite caught on yet, looking at him confused. “brian-”
brian then leaned down and kissed him.
evan made a noise of surprise, but found himself kissing back, eyes fluttering shut.
when brian pulled back, he let go of evan’s hands. he sat quiet, looking away.
evan’s head was spinning at what had happened, but he ended up smiling wide. brian caught it, and he smiled hopefully back.
“you know, kissing me isn’t gonna get me to tell you where the remote is.”
“fuck you!” brian squawked, huffing and turning red as he tried to get up off of him.
evan laughed, pulling him back down. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding.” he looked mischievously up at brian. “but you’re gonna have to give me another kiss if you wanna know where it is.”
brian blinked rapidly for a second as he took in what evan had said, and he smirked. “is that so?” he purred.
“yeah,” evan said breathlessly, and brian leaned down and kissed him again.
