#I don’t understand it either; food is food yknow? just enjoy the tastes and sharing of it

[r0semultiverse]

I don’t understand the cook out tweet at all??? 😭😭😭 it’s just chicken, hamburger, and hot dogs what’s is so weird about that???? Like have these people never had hush puppies or coleslaw? Have they never been to a Popeyes??? I don’t understand 😭😭😭😭

I don’t know and I quite frankly don’t care too much. It’s probably classism or something too. Cultural differences being fought about. It’s the new Swedish kid friend’s house dinner table or the Dutch bike helmets discourse. It’ll pass in a week to a month and we’ll move onto the next thing to fight about. Still not as bad as Twitter!

[smelly-cassettes]

take the risk - chapter 3

Archie Sutton wants to be a professional surfer. Gorillaz is a garage band that plays on the beach. Archie’s infatuation with one of the members makes everything so much better. But will a little rock in the ocean halt him from achieving his dreams?

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Au by @putinsstepdad

Read it on ao3 here

There’s a song for every chapter

This fic has gone further than I expected but it’s getting to those good goods yknow also I don’t edit so hhhhhhsorry

6k words/over 17k in total so far

some and then a cut

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Archie stared at the floor of his van and how clean it was. Well, as clean as he could get a slab of carpet that was mostly taken up by his bed, television, and record player. It’s been so dirty for the past few days, which usually it doesn’t bother him, but it started to because there was chocolate melded to it and it wasn’t easy to walk around every day. He’s been working a little more recently and between that, surf practice, and plans to hang out with 2D, he hasn’t gotten to it in a few days. So he busted out his very few cleaning supplies and fixed it up because tonight he was going to hang out with 2D after a long couple days without.

Sitting on his creaky futon, Archie pulled out his phone and scrolled mindlessly on it, waiting patiently for ten thirty to arrive. 2D got off work late today but finally for once he wasn’t staying at Russ’s to work on new songs or performance prep. Archie set down his phone on the bed and stared at the wall. It’s been a busy week so far, for everyone he knew actually. He didn’t really know why, but Surf’s Up was on its way in two weeks and Archie has been taking up a few more shifts to cover the entrance cost. It wasn’t much, but he also wanted to get his board done and that was a pretty nice cut out of his wallet. As Archie sits and waits for 2D to arrive, he reminisces about the busy week everyone’s had, starting with the first day.

The summer sun was nice, warm, brought in lots of customers and increased productivity for everyone. These were the perfect surfing days, great weather to ride the waves and get those little pink sunburns below your eye bags that would turn into a bronze blush in a few days. It was always hot in Florida year round, but now that it was midsummer it was blazing every day. This is a good thing. Sometimes, though, it was irritating as hell. Quite literally. The burning sun turned Archie’s van from a cool hang out spot into a sauna as early as eight in the morning, awakening him from his deep slumber covered in a sweaty shirt from his vehicle that decided to turn into a Jiffy Pop.

Archie opened his eyes and viewed the ceiling of his van with a dizzy glare. Fragments of his vision were still black and hazy but they adjusted to the white ceiling quickly. He can practically see steam coming off of him and he feels like he just got out of a shower with how wet his back and hair was. Tiredly, he leans to his right and focuses on the floor of his van that was currently covered in candy, junk food, and accidentally-spilled weed atop Archie’s already dirty and stained carpet. It was normal for the floor to be a mess the morning after hanging out with someone, especially 2D, who was actually a moderately clean person but with the way him and Archie hang out, it never ended clean.

The relationship between Archie and 2D was quite different since their first hang out over a month ago, yet the same in a lot of ways. They shared laughs and stupid jokes like normal friends would do, adding in the frequent nights either getting high or drinking while hanging out with friends or spending time alone with movies in Archie’s van. The activities that the two partook in together were normal, regular things that best friends would do, but it was different. The familiar smiles and random glances matched with pairs of eyes averting in response was no strange occurrence, along with subtle knee touches, maybe a shoulder brush or a hand casually laying on the other. But it wasn’t strange. To Archie it wasn’t weird or different or out of the ordinary. Every single move and every day him and 2D spent together felt...normal, yet so exhilarating. Adrenaline rushed through Archie’s veins the same way it did the moments leading up to a competition or when he successfully rides a giant wave, even when he was laying down the most relaxed way possible. As long as he was with 2D, that feeling remained with him and frankly, it kind of drove him crazy.

Despite it all, the passed six or seven weeks have been the most fun Archie has probably ever had. He met up with 2D, Russ, Murdoc, and Noodle often after concerts and, if schedules lined up, hung out with everyone for movie night or beer and stories at Russ’s house. Lindsay was invited a couple times too after Archie mentioned his relationship with her and by that time she’d actually already met 2D a few times. If Lindsay ever worked later than Archie she’d stop by his van to hang out for a few minutes before heading home to study or sleep and once 2D began coming around to hang out in Archie’s van, it was inevitable for him and Lindsay to meet. She even joined in on a few beer nights at Russel’s. Noodle took an immediate liking to Lindsay because she’s no longer the only girl of the group and the two girls are pretty good friends at this point, strangely close, like Archie and 2D.

But this hanging out was not often. They all had jobs, Archie included, and that was hard to match up in itself, let alone a band schedule with practices and performances, but it was fun. Four months ago Archie would have brushed off any person that said he could be friends with one of the band members from Gorillaz. Now he was going to party stores at midnight to buy foreign alcohol and junk food with his favorite blue-haired singer that had chocolate cravings like a teenage girl on her period, just like the night before.

The night before. As Archie examined the floor of his van, all he could see was last night with 2D. Candy, melting from the heat and stuck to his floor, his bong, still left in the wide open next to his futon, (not like he’d get caught anyways, being in his van and all), The Evil Dead title screen playing on loop on his television still, and the blanket covering most of his floor that he gave 2D last night to sleep with. There wasn’t a lot of floor room between the futon and the television, Archie invited 2D to just sleep next to him on the futon but he wouldn’t comply, even though it’s not like they haven’t slept in the same bed a few times before. Archie doesn’t even understand how 2D laid comfortably on his floor with that little room, but he did some way or another.

Regardless, 2D wasn’t there anymore. Archie checked his watch and saw that it was only nearing ten in the morning but remembers 2D mentioning previously that he had to work early to take over the third shifters at some crazy hour of the morning.

Archie groaned and sat up to lean across his van and grab the door handle to pull open the slider and let in some air. Immediately the entire van was filled with cooler air, though it was still well over seventy degrees, it cooled the sweat on his back. Archie searched his hips through his pockets for his phone, noticing he must’ve slept in his jeans last night. Archie found his pockets to be empty and began rummaging around his van for his phone, lifting his blankets and looking under, then lifting the blanket he gave 2D and finding something, but not his phone. It was a white tank top that surely wasn’t his and after picking it up and straightening it out, it was evidential to be 2D’s white tank top with grey writing, the same one he wore when Archie first met him.

Squinting in thought, Archie pondered why 2D left his shirt in his van. Yeah, it got hot in the night a lot of the time so he probably just took it off, but how did he leave without it? Did he just leave with only wearing his jacket, not noticing he didn’t have a shirt at all? Archie smiled fondly at the thought and set the shirt down beside him and glanced to where the top was placed previously on the floor, there laying Archie’s cell phone. He quickly scooped it up and turned his screen on and opened his messenger.

Want to hang out later?

The question was repeated exactly from both Archie and 2D maybe thirty times in their earlier messages. It was a pretty frequent one, pretty much daily. Archie lays back on his futon and lets out a sigh. 2D was at work and that meant he’d have to wait forever for a reply. He lifts up 2D’s tank top again and examines it before a vibration averts his attention again. His phone.

Possible, don’t know yet. P.S please come save me. It’s deafeningly quiet in here.

Archie grins at the message and shakes his head, formulating a reply.

A: Maybe. Got any munchos yet?

D: No but if you come here I will literally buy you every bag of chips on these shelves.

A: How about I come on your break and you can drive me somewhere that has munchos?

D: 10:30?

A: I’ll be there.

Archie sat up again and stretched his arms above his head. To catch up with 2D he’d have to leave pretty soon, but first he needed to get out of these sweaty clothes. Archie looked to his side back to the white tank top. It was so thin and light, 2D wouldn’t mind if he wore it, would he? Archie fingered the material smoothly and sighed out his final decision. It wouldn’t harm anything to wear the shirt. Besides, 2D smelled good.

“Why Munchos?” 2D asks and takes a drag from his cigarette. Archie is sitting beside him on the cement curb, enjoying his personal size bag of Munchos while 2D eats the lunch he brought from home. Pineapple and cheese on wheat bread. 2D was strange.

“They’re crispy.” Archie replies and eats another chip. “Taste better than potato chips. Why pineapple and cheese?” He asks back. 2D was still in his red and black work tee, the one every employee at 7/11 was forced to wear. Archie wondered if the employees working inside the Fast Stop they were currently residing outside of on their curb were wondering why a 7/11 employee was at a different gas station. Little do they know that the 7/11 that 2D works at doesn’t have Archie’s favorite chips, which was a big turn off.

2D examines his sandwich with a puzzled face and hums.

“I don’t...remember. I just know I’ve eaten it since I was a kid. Only thing I really know how to make.” 2D speaks back and Archie chuckles.

“That why you still like with your parents?” Archie asks. 2D looks at him with a brow raised.

“Hm?”

“So they can make you sandwiches for lunch that actually taste good?” Archie smirks and 2D looks at him half-offendedly, except he wasn’t offended at all.

“I’ll have you know, I make all my food and I like eating my pineapple and cheese, thank you.” He remarks back and Archie rolls his eyes. 2D takes another bite and almost immediately starts talking again with his mouth full of bread, cheese, and pineapple. Archie didn’t care. “Speaking of parents. My mom wants to take me to the dentist tomorrow morning and that will take an hour or so. Then I’ve got work until six and after that Russ wants to go over a different set list and make a new song.”

Archie nodded in confirmation to 2D, knowing that his description of his day tomorrow meant that he was going to be too busy to hang out. It was okay, normal even, but what Archie struggled to admit was that the days he and 2D were too busy to see each other he really missed 2D. It was a weird feeling, missing someone you’re only friends with and only after knowing them for a month, but Archie felt in deep in his chest.

“That’s okay. We can hang in a couple days, yeah?” Archie asked and 2D shrugged.

“I honestly don’t know, my schedule is weird this week, but I’ll text you when I’m free definitely.” 2D said and looked at Archie who smiled and nodded back. 2D grinned and took another bite of his sandwich, the two sitting and staring at the cars filling up their gas tanks in front of them until Archie decides to speak up again.

“Why are your parents taking you to the dentist? Aren’t you like, twenty three?”

“And counting.” 2D sighs. “They want to get some kind of exam done, maybe see about fixing my twisted teeth. They say it looks really bad for work and stuff.”

Archie fixed his gaze on 2D for almost a straight minute until 2D took notice and looked back at him. Archie looked confused.

“I don’t think it looks bad at all.” He confessed. 2D smiles widely, showing his teeth completely like he was showing off. “I like your smile.”

“Thank you, Arch.” 2D says sincerely and Archie gives a smooth “you’re welcome, D.” Archie checks the time on his watch.

“We should get back. You gotta be working in ten minutes and we’re at the wrong gas station.” He mustered and stood to throw the most empty bag of Munchos away, 2D following to throw away his paper bag that had his sandwich. 2D was the one now to nod back and smoothly grip Archie’s hand in his own.

“Right, let’s go.” 2D says and guides Archie back to his car to return to 7/11. This was the little feeling. The little things that he and 2D shared that was different. The different that made his chest numb and the world feel more gloomy when he didn’t have it for a while. But the feeling when it was happening was indescribable to Archie.

“Nice shirt by the way. I think I’ve got the same one.” 2D comments once inside his car. Archie considers for a moment on whether 2D was being serious or not before simply rolling his eyes. How could Archie be so infatuated with a guy so oblivious to everything.

Those two occurences, the texting and the lunch break was the last time Archie saw 2D. Until tonight. 2D was coming over after work to hang out in Archie’s van again, but this time would be different than the junk food and chocolate crazed first time they decided to hang out in the van. No, Archie had an idea this time.

2D was lounging across Archie’s couch mattress like a starfish, groaning about work and how this is the first time all week he’s laid down without immediately falling asleep. Archie was listening from his seat next to 2D and they talked back and forth about their schedules and how tired they were. Archie would usually be tired by now, being so late after his long day surfing, doing dishes, and serving plate after plate of greasy beach burgers, but something was keeping him up. More like someone, but it definitely was not the first time 2D has left him sleepless in bed. There was something about 2D that made Archie’s mind crazy. Something that made his nerves spike when he saw him. He really didn’t know if it was good or bad.

“Arch?” 2D asks and Archie’s internal thoughts halt to snap his eyes to 2D’s. He must have been in a subconscious daze, Archie doesn’t remember what they were talking about.

“Yeah?” Archie questions back, hoping 2D will repeat whatever he just said last again.

“What are you thinking about?” 2D speaks sitting up to lean on the back of his hands. Archie watches as 2D’s blue hair goes from draping behind his head to flowing down just above his black eyes. Again with the blue hair, black eyes...thin lips. “Archie?” 2D asks again. Archie shakes his head to try and physically shake the thoughts out of mind.

“Sorry, must be tired.” He lied and looked in 2D’s eyes with an unconvincing look.

“Well wake up.” 2D answers and playfully slaps Archie’s upper arm. Thankfully the lie flies right over 2D’s head, not like it’s that surprising, he was an oblivious man. “I just got here, ‘n I’ve been wantin’ to see ya all week so don’t fall asleep on me just yet.”

2D wanted to see Archie. Those words stung into Archie lightly, like a little bee sting to the center of his chest, but without the pain.

Maybe he was tired.

“Do you want to go out on the water?” Archie asked bluntly but in all seriousness. 2D looked back a bit worriedly and shifted to sit more on his bottom with his legs crossed.

“This late? Are you sure we’d be able to?” 2D replied, as if that was the thing he was really concerned about. Archie knew 2D didn’t care about the time, it was the water that bothered 2D.

“I know it seems scary, but trust me.” Archie begins. “I go on these exact waters every day at the highest tide. At this time of night it’s calm and almost impossible to get dragged out unless I drag you myself. It’s even more safe at this time, rips aren’t even out at night.”

“What’s a rip?” 2D asks and Archie stand up off the futon.

“Well now I can’t tell you or you won’t come with me.”

“But now I don’t want to go even more!” 2D exclaims and begins to pout. Archie looks at him consolingly.

“C’mon, you’re come so far with you fear.” Archie sits next to 2D again and takes one of his hands in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. 2D fixes his gaze down at their hands. “We’ve been swimming together for weeks now, and I wouldn’t take to out somewhere that I knew wasn’t safe.”

2D looked back up at Archie, his face still unconvinced. Archie musters out a “Please?” and 2D glances down quickly but beams his eyes back up to meet Archie’s. He nods.

“Yes!” Archie cheers and stands back up, pulling 2D with him. “Okay, come on. There’s something I want to show you.”

Archie found out the first day he spent with 2D and the rest of the Gorillaz in the garage playing cards that 2D had a bad history of getting hurt. When he was sixteen years old, he got in a car crash that dented one of his eyes and fractured it, filling the iris with blood and putting him in a coma. Two weeks later he woke up and was nursed back to regular health. Four months later and almost the same thing happened with his other eye, except instead from a car crash, he accidentally got jabbed in the eye with a power tool. How that happened is unknown to Archie, but nonetheless is the reason for 2D’s black eyes.

The other major accident that 2D faced was much more traumatic and caused deeper scars both physically and mentally inside of 2D. When 2D was five years old, he was maliciously attacked by a shallow shark. Nobody really knows how or why he was attacked but he was and that’s all that’s needed to scar someone. 2D endured weeks in a hospital until his wounds were healed enough for him to use his limbs again and deep red gashes turned into stitched up flesh, then turned into the purple, pink, and skin colored divots in his skin that he has now. His arms and legs are the ongoing sign telling 2D to not go back into the water. That is, until he met Archie.

Archie would never force 2D to do something he didn’t want to do, or at least not go as far to shove him in the water and tell him to get over it. Archie helped 2D little by little with encouragement and reassurance. They started with getting closer to the water until 2D could touch it with his toes, but the feel of the first wave hitting his ankles sent 2D into a flashback and he stepped out of the water instantly, Archie by his side comforting him the whole time. A week down the line and Archie was able to walk 2D into the water up to his hips. Another week and he could do everything besides swim on his own, and that’s the stage he was basically at now. Though it wasn’t all an easy perfect transition. There were many times where 2D had to be taken out of the water and sat on the beach with Archie until he stopped shaking violently and could speak and breathe normally.

Tonight Archie didn’t plan to go swimming with 2D, but he wanted to take him out deeper than he’s ever been before on his board. There weren’t waves at night like there were during the day, if there’s any at all, but waves or not Archie knew that 2D didn’t like the water. But surprisingly enough 2D agreed to be taken out on the water and Archie was going to do everything in his power to make sure 2D didn’t feel unsafe out there.

So Archie quickly grabbed his board from the employee locker room and dragged 2D out onto the beach by his thin fingers, worn and callused from instruments through the years. Archie dropped his board in the sand near the water and the two undressed, taking off their shoes, then their socks, followed by their shirts but both keeping their casual denim shorts on. Once undressed and ankle hooked up to the cuff connected to his surfboard, Archie paused and looked up over the ocean. It was dark out. The lights on the pier were the only things keeping the ocean visible and not looking like a pitch black abyss, much like the sky in the very moment. The air was crisp and clean, a bit salty smelling but nothing Archie wasn’t used to. The sand was cold beneath his feet, much like a desert changes from burning hot in the day to freezing at night. Music could be heard in the distance, something that was a little softer than Archie’s preferred taste, but it set the mood for a late night surf session.

Archie was about to pick up his board but he heard a barely audible moan from behind him that drove his eyes to 2D, who was looking a little unsettled at the sight of the ocean. He can’t blame 2D for thinking the ocean looked intimidating at night, because it really was a scary look the first time Archie saw it, yet Archie had a strong feeling that he could get 2D to enjoy it.

“Are you okay?” Archie asked 2D and they exchanged glances. 2D looked nervous more than anything and Archie wishes he could take away every shed of a bad feeling 2D was having right now. The image of 2D standing in front of him with his shirt off, lightly shone on from the dim pier lights showed Archie the full extent of 2D’s scars. There were a few more along his torso that weren’t nearly as bad as the ones on his arms and legs but still easily visible.

“Hey.” Archie reached out his hand slowly to gently grab 2D’s again. “It’s okay, I promise.”

2D and Archie shared a look similar to the one they had a few minutes ago in the van, one that Archie always gave 2D when they would work to get 2D over his fear. The look that made 2D feel twice as safe in a short few seconds. 2D squeezed Archie’s hand lightly and gave a small nod to signal that he was ready to go out on the water.

The water felt warm in contrast to the colder air. It warmed Archie’s body from his feet through his body while he kicked through the saltwater beneath him. Archie was sitting knees-to-knees with 2D at his normal forty yards out, deep enough to be well over either of their heads and too deep to bring 2D out just by swimming, but they made it work. The music could still be heard from where they were but it was more faint. They were so far away that they could only hear the echoes of everything in a sort of hypnotic tone, the deep sounds of a guitar and a voice so far away that the words being sung came out like a foreign language. 2D was staring out towards the amphitheater, only visible because of the stage lights shining down on the crowd in front of it. Archie glanced at the amphitheater for a moment, but turned his eyes to look at the boy in front of him.

2D. Scarred from shoulder to toe, thin silhouette sitting only a few inches in front of Archie, toes barely visible through the dark saltwater. Mussed blue hair, beautiful black eyes, thin lips curled into a small subconscious grin. Archie felt his heart beating into his chest, blood pumping through his veins in each limb and making his body almost numb with a kind of comforting feeling. Archie smiled and turned his eyes downwards to the red stripe on his board between his legs.

“You know, I used to come out here sometimes to watch you guys play.” Archie spoke, grabbing 2D’s attention. Archie shifted one of his legs to place both on one side and gaze out over the water back to the amphitheater. “Even though it’s pretty far, it feels really close. Like a private show.”

2D chuckled at him. “Fanboy.” He remarked and Archie laughed back at him. “Kidding. I think that’s really cool.” Archie’s lips remained in a smile that pushed his cheeks up below his eyes. Praise from 2D drove his head half crazy.

“It’s one of my favorite things about surfing. The, well, non-surfing part of it.” Archie continued. “Sitting out here, day or night, alone. I like night better because it’s calm and quiet and I can just lay here and not worry about being home or having a curfew or anything. It’s nice.”

“Did you get back to your family?” 2D asked, suddenly remembering the conversation they’d had in 2D’s garage about how Archie hadn’t seen his family in a while. Archie gave him a puzzled look. “You said a few weeks ago that you’d visit them soon. How’d that go?”

Archie turned his face down to the water below his knees, his feet becoming much more interesting than they were twenty seconds ago. He didn’t want to tell everyone about his family problems back then in the garage, not after knowing them only for a couple hours, but he and 2D were closer now. Maybe it’d be okay to tell him why he can’t--shouldn’t--go back to his family. He took in and exhaled a breath.

“I haven’t seen my family in about five years. I got kicked out when I was sixteen when I dropped out of school, but they didn’t even care about that. They only cared that I was young and gay and apparently that alone meant that I was rebelling against them, like I’m gay just to get back at them for being Christian or something, I don’t know. I just know that I don’t want to go back.” Archie kept his eyes focused down while he explained the situation with his family. He didn’t really care that his parents didn’t want him. Of course, at the time it was different, but because of it he was able to learn how to live from a young age and actually start life the way he wanted to once he quit school. It was a bittersweet transition.

“I’m...I’m sorry that happened, Arch.” 2D said softly and Archie’s eyes snapped up to meet his.

“Oh, no don’t be. I’m kinda glad it happened. I’m not worried about it.” Archie responded and 2D’s face lightened a little, yet the slight pit in his chest remained at the new information he just learned about Archie. “Really, D. I don’t care about it anymore.”

2D was still unconvinced but he let the thought go. “You can call me by my real name, you know. Not that I care if you call me 2D or D or whatever, just saying that you can call me Stuart if you want. Or Stu is the more common one.” 2D mentioned. He brought his name up partially to change the subject, which he doesn’t think Archie took notice of.

“I was wondering who you had sex with to earn the nickname 2D.” Archie smirked.

“Actually it’s because-”

“I know it does, dummy. I was making a joke.” Archie laughed, finally looking back up at 2D after his long session of staring down at his feet and blankly up at the amphitheater. 2D’s face turned from confusion to happiness and he laughed with Archie, the two falling silent only a couple seconds later. 2D lifted one of his legs to move both to one side and sit next to Archie but the weight of the surfboard began wobbling beneath him and 2D started to lose his balance. His heart froze, his body not ready to go into water this deep yet, but before 2D could fall in he felt an arm snake around his waist and hold him firmly up on the surfboard until it stopped moving. Archie instinctively grabbed 2D in fear of letting him go into the water, let alone by himself, and held him until the board was steadied again. 2D’s arms were around Archie’s shoulders in fear and Archie could feel the trembling coming from him and he immediately started rubbing 2D’s back to soothe him.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Archie said as 2D’s shakes and breathing started to slow down. Once he was able to speak again, only a minute later, 2D’s grip loosened from Archie’s shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” 2D nodded and let his arms fall away from Archie. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.” Archie said back, keeping his arm around 2D. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down until he was back to normal, then Archie releases his grip around him and rest it at his side but immediately bumping it into 2D’s. He started to move away but he felt fingers intertwine with his and instead of pulling away, Archie melted into the touch. His fingers curled around 2D’s without a single look up or thought of hesitation, he just molded into the feeling. 2D scooted closer to Archie and leaned his head on his shoulder. At this point Archie felt like his heart might actually pop out of his chest.

“I don’t think I ever realized you had tattoo’s.” 2D voice spoke after yet another minute of silence that they shared that night. It took Archie out of his previous train of thought and he coughed nervously.

“Oh, yeah.” He responded so un-enthusiastically. “I mean yeah, I’ve gotten a few over the years. Mostly bands I’ve fancied. Sex Pistols, Ramones Eagle, the skull for Misfits, and a couple others.” Archie explained, pointing at the respective tattoo’s along his shoulders and right forearm. “Also got a few on my back. A li’l surfboard on my side. I even got your logo a while back but it’s fading ‘cause I got it in color. Shit never stays.”

2D grazed his hands along the tattoos, stopping at the one on his right shoulder blade of the Gorillaz’ very own logo. 2D could barely see it because of the fade, it just kind of looked like a light watercolor version of a tattoo. Still, 2D was speechless that somebody actually got a tattoo of his band’s name, he thought that came when you were much more famous than they are right now.

“Those are amazing, Archie. Serious, I can’t believe you put our name on your skin. Permanently.” 2D said, still very mesmerized.

“Semi-permanently.” Archie corrected. “It’s nearly gone and it’s been three months. This one here was my first one.” He said, pointing to the surfboard that went down his entire right side. “Same board we’re sitting on. I got it when I was fifteen after I bought the board. Held sort of a sentimental value to me, it’s the only one I own and the one that I’m taking to the competition next week.”

Competition.

“Are you ready for it?” 2D asked. “The competition, I mean.”

“I dunno.” Archie shrugged. “I’ve never felt not ready for a competition before. They’re always just practice runs in my head but this one...I could actually get something this year. This one competition could change my life. If I manage to win, at least, but who knows if that’ll happen.”

2D looks at Archie sorrowfully in his forlorn expression. He would never take Archie, his confident and somewhat cocky friend, to be so unencouraged with his own amazing skill that 2D thought was undeniably incredible.

“I think you’re going to be amazing. I’ve never seen someone surf like you and frankly, it’s the coolest thing I’ve probably ever seen.” 2D confessed to try and lift Archie’s spirits, giving his hand that he was still holding a gentle squeeze. Archie stared up in 2D’s eyes with an almost gazing expression, wondering if 2D knew that Archie felt the same exact way about him. “I’ll be at the competition, too, cheering you on from the sidelines just to let you know that you’re doing great, ‘cause I know you will.”

The words that 2D was saying to Archie felt like a snap to his heart, in a good way. But the snap made his mind go blank for a half a second and he didn’t realize what he was doing until he felt the click of his lips pressing against 2D’s in a firm, but kind of sloppy kiss. 2D kissed back for the brief moment their lips were connected, until Archie realized what he just did and quickly pulled away.

“T- uh, I’m s-” Archie started to muster out but was cut off when 2D swiftly released his hand from Archie’s and held the side of his face to press their lips together again. Archie was surprised at the action but he let his eyes flutter closed and allowed his face melt into 2D’s. 2D didn’t pull away for a while, and when he did, he just came right back to Archie’s lips. Archie’s hand raised to cradle the side of 2D’s face and kiss him even more deeply. It was simple and sweet, Archie never wanted the feeling to go away but after a short minute, 2D pulled his face away.

The two stared at each other, letting their hands fall limp and move away from each other’s faces and fall back down into their laps or onto the board beneath them. Neither knew what to say in this moment. It was quiet, the band no longer playing and the waves hardly audible from where they were. Eventually Archie looked away and they both stayed silent. 2D was the first to speak up.

“Do you, uhm,” 2D began slowly and softly. Archie’s heart started to race again. “Do you want to go back? The waters starting to feel a little cold.”

Archie bit his lip and nodded, and without looking or talking, Archie and 2D made their way back to shore on the board. The feelings Archie was having right now were so conflicting. On one hand he wanted to keep kissing 2D into the next day, and on the other he was feeling regretful, like he shouldn’t have kissed him in the first place. Everything was so confusing now.

They didn’t talk again until they made it back to the van and Archie opened the side door.

“What time is it?” 2D asks and Archie checks his watch.

“About twelve thirty.” Archie answered and turned around to face 2D. “Do you wanna stay tonight? It’s kinda late.”

“I would but I have to be up really early for work. Plus I have to take a shower to get the salt water off me and stuff too.” 2D says back and Archie nods.

“Well I’ll uh, see you soon?” Archie responds, nearly convincing himself already that 2D isn’t going to come around for any reason.

“Yeah, totally.” 2D says back and starts walking back to his car. “Night, Arch.”

“Goodnight.” Archie calls back softer than he meant to. He’s not even sure if 2D heard him, but he also didn’t think he could manage to talk any louder with how loud his thoughts were inside his head.

Fuck. Did he just fuck everything up?

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I fucking love munchos alright get off m’dong

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Experiment #6 - Request

Requested by the sinners and anon: I have a suggestion for the next experiment- sherlock x reader. Its where sherlock points out that he's not just using the reader's body... And their relationship gets a label. (If this isnt where you want the story to go, i totally understand tho) <3 & anon: Experiment idea: they use various items from around the flat as sex toys (yknow, like carrots and cucumbers, wooden spoons, things like that) 

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2.068

Warnings: Smut - spanking, ice play (Coldplay xD), food play, teasing, soft smut.

A/N: Thank you to the anon who mentioned this series ending, you did this. I’m not sure if you would consider this an ending but uh... Yeah, it’s up to you guys.

Enjoy!

“Why do people have the need to experiment?” She repeated, “That is what Lestrade asked after his phone call with Donovan… There is only one way to find out.”

“We’re not using cherries,” Sherlock stated.

“We don’t have cherries.” She winked and Sherlock grinned mischievously as he took the spoon off her hands.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed, bending over the kitchen counter and sticking her arse out for Sherlock to understand what she wanted.

“No violence, I will not harm you,” Sherlock spoke, and (Y/N) noticed the nervousness in his voice.

“You won’t hurt me if you do it correctly.” She said, looking back to see him. Sherlock nodded and aimed towards her right cheek; he took in a deep breath and spanked her with the wooden spoon. A soft moan escaped her lips unconsciously and so Sherlock calmed, knowing he wasn’t hurting her. “More.”

Sherlock obeyed, spanking now the other cheek. Her back arched a little and she dug her nails on the counter. Sherlock was beginning to enjoy it as well, and so he continued, spanking her over and over just enough to make her pant.

“Wait,” she said. Sherlock stopped and watched as she pulled her skirt up, exposing her skin which was red due to the spanks. Sherlock hesitated when she asked him to continue, but gave in eventually.

What he didn’t know was that (Y/N) knew why Donovan had used cherries, and so she was now looking for objects that they could use during their experiment – and that would not get stuck like the cherries – for Sherlock to understand as well.

Sherlock stopped once again, after noticing that her mind was somewhere else. “Is everything OK?” He asked.

“Do you have ice?”

Sherlock swallowed loudly and left the wooden spoon on the counter next to (Y/N), then he went to the freezer and started looking frantically for ice, pushing aside the multiple human limbs that he kept there.

(Y/N) walked over to him, placing a metal spatula inside the freezer before taking the ice tray out from under a Ziploc bag of tongues.

“Why did you put a spatula in there?” Sherlock inquired as she shut the freezer’s door.

“Why do you have tongues there?” She snapped back.

“It’s an experiment,” Sherlock replied.

“And so is this.” She chuckled, and then started unbuttoning his shirt – or at least what was left to unbutton.

Sherlock shivered, the tips of her fingers were cold due to the ice tray she had just held, and yet he remained still while she finished what she had started. She also started unzipping his pants, but she didn’t pull them down just yet.

Once there was enough Sherlock skin exposed to her, (Y/N) took an ice out of the tray – after struggling for several minutes because they were still too frozen – and slid it from his earlobe and down to his navel. Sherlock shivered and his muscles tensed under the sensation of the ice.

(Y/N) smirked and continued doing it, sliding the ice back up to his lips, his jaw, his nipples and every other part she considered extra sensitive. Sherlock remained still, fighting against the temperature and, strangely enough for him, enjoying it.

When the ice was almost half melted, Sherlock took it from her hand and, with the simple cock of his eyebrow, he offered to do the same. (Y/N) nodded, leaning back on the counter and unbuttoning her own shirt.

Sherlock moved the ice all over, from the curve of her breasts – which were still covered with her white lace bra – to that soft spot under the belly button, all the way up to her collarbones lips and even her arms.

Although Sherlock was focused on her body, (Y/N) couldn’t help but look at him in the eyes. They were darkened by lust, and yet there was something more, something new; Sherlock was actually looking at her, not like his experiment partner, but something else.

The ice melted with the heat of their body, and the remains were merely cold fingertips and drops of cold water all over their skin and clothes.

“Anything else you want to use?” Sherlock whispered softly over her ear. He had taken a step forward, and his hands were on her hips, holding her carefully.

“I need ideas, Mr Holmes.” She purred, and Sherlock smiled. He spun her around, so her back was pressed to his chest. She giggled warmly and then noticed what Sherlock was pointing at.

Next, to the already melting ice tray, Mrs Hudson had left three cupcakes. They had a beautiful cover of pink and red frosting and were carefully placed right in the middle of the table, so no one could accidentally drop them.

Sherlock and (Y/N) shared a look and then Sherlock extended his hand to take a cupcake. He dipped a finger in the frosting and then smeared it on her neck. He placed the cupcake on the counter and then leant down to lick the frosting off her neck.

(Y/N) extended her neck to give him access, then, she took the cupcake and did the same thing, except she traced a line from the back of his ear and down to a few inches from his collarbone. She took her time, and Sherlock couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper.

They repeated the process until the frosting was done. They went from each other’s necks and collarbones, down to Sherlock’s chest and (Y/N)’s navel, making sure to give Sherlock’s sharp jaw its own time, and even licking the frosting off each other’s fingers. They never broke eye contact.

Sherlock took her hand in his, extending it so her palm was exposed and then kissing it softly. Sherlock had never kissed anyone’s palm, and he wasn’t sure if that was remotely seductive, but it felt right to do. (Y/N) allowed him, and when he pulled away, her lips crashed into his.

“You taste like frosting.” He whispered over her lips.

“You taste like frosting too.” She whispered back and then both of them giggled.

Sherlock held both of her hands in his, their fingers were sticky but that didn’t matter because he kissed her so softly that both of their minds wandered off. It was an intimate kiss, soft as a feather but passionate as hell.

They didn’t care that they ran out of breath after a while because they were so comfortable there that it didn’t matter when they both started breathing through the kiss. However, they had to pull away at some point, and so they did.

Sherlock had a subtle smile on his lips, and yet it was so loving and soft that it made her knees go weak. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he wrapped him around her waist.

“”What do you think about clothing pins?” She asked playfully.

“No,” Sherlock replied calmly, “we don’t even have any of those.”

“Carrots?”

“That is not hygienic at all.” Sherlock chuckled.

“The frozen spatula on the freezer?”

“No, I don’t want to use any… home-made toy anymore.” Sherlock responded.

“Then what do you want?” She flirted.

“You.”

He guided her to the bedroom, willing to finally give her what she had been asking from the minute they started talking that day, but not in the same way as before. That wasn’t another experiment, and he wasn’t trying to out-smart anyone. No, he only wanted to share an intimate moment with her.

They were on the unmade bed, kissing softly and giggling out of nothing. Their eyes were locked to the other’s and their hands continued to find their way, either to hold the other tightly or to caress them softly.

Sherlock got rid of the last pieces of clothing he had on within a second, noticing the mess they were made and knowing that Mrs Hudson would kill him when she realised it had stains that were hard to remove. Then, he started taking her clothes off slowly.

She helped him a little lifting her hips so he could slide down her skirt and sitting up for him to have a better access to unclasp her bra.

He was struggling to find the hook, and (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh. Sherlock looked down at her in utter confusion. “It’s in the front,” she said and pointed to the centre, where a strange hook waited to be unclasped.

“I already knew that.” Sherlock defended himself playfully and (Y/N) laughed again. Sherlock finished unhooking her bra and then pushed her to lay back on the pillows as he aligned himself in between her legs.

His face was right in front of hers, and they couldn’t stop looking directly into each other’s eyes. Sherlock licked his lips and sighed unconsciously, and then his lips found hers in an addictive kiss as he thrust slowly into her.

Their many adventures had had more than one advantage. In this case, said advantage was that she was the perfect size for him to fit in without hurting her, while at the same time she was tight enough to make both of them moan when he moved.

She panted over his lips once she felt him inside. “Move,” she begged and Sherlock obeyed, thrusting in and out slowly, lovingly.

There were no throat-ripping moans and no asthmatic-like panting, but rather soft groans and moans so low they were barely audible. It wasn’t supposed to be overwhelming coitus; it wasn’t supposed to make her faint out of over-stimulation like before; it was all about showing the other what they meant, what they were worth. They were finally setting a label.

Her hands found his back. She caressed the soft skin, up and down his side and making him shiver. His hands were on each side of her head, carrying his weight, and a bunch of curls had fallen to the front. He looked beautiful; his pale skin contrasting with his dark hair, and the blue of his eyes so deep and comforting, his pink lips were plump and his sharp cheekbones had a reddish blush all over. His lips were parted, exhaling hitches of air as he thrust into her.

(Y/N) pulled him closer to her. She felt his weight over her tiny figure, but it wasn’t a bother; his arms wrapped around her and her hands still playing with his back. Their legs tangled together and soon he was deeper inside of her. Their breaths became one, and they could feel their hearts beating at the same rhythm.

Sherlock didn’t pull out much, just enough to make her shiver; her lips kissed his jaw over and over as his rested comfortably over her cheeks. They were so close together it was nearly impossible where one started and the other finished.

Sherlock rolled a bit so they were both lying on one side, they were still glued together, sharing soft kisses and moaning at every slight thrust.

Soon, they found their climax; it wasn’t a brain-blurring experience, and their eyes didn’t roll back and their faces didn’t contort in strange ways. No, they let out a soft sigh and their pupils dilated even more before returning to the everyday size. Their breaths hitched and their muscles tensed; they held each other tightly and came together.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, and none of them had the urge to fill it. They were simply looking at each other’s eyes; admiring every line, curve, and edge in each other’s factions.

His hand moved up, tracing a line on the bridge of her nose and down to her lips, before cupping her cheek softly.

“I could do this all day,” Sherlock commented in a raspy whisper.

“Experiment?” She inquired.

“No, I believe the proper term is…” He hesitated but realised he had no other choice to spit it out for once and for all, “The proper term would be making love.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in love.” She mumbled.

“I do now.” He confessed in such a low volume that (Y/N) almost didn’t hear it.

“I could do this too… All day, every day…” She admitted.

“What is stopping us?” Sherlock inquired, “Let’s do it… Please, just be mine.”

“Is that your way of asking?” She joked.

“Did you expect more from me?” Sherlock joked back.

“I expected less.” She smiled and then kissed him softly.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, why not?”

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