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#I'm so sorry if this is illegible the weed kicked in like? the moment i decided to answer this
munson-blurbs · 8 months
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... i'm back with more. can i please get a dum-dum and starburst with argyle 👀
Idiots in love/Hippie!Reader/Argyle
Warnings: mention of smoking weed, political protest, conflict between Reader and a counter-protester
WC: 739
A/N: Thank you to @rip-quizilla and @hellfirehottie420 for helping shape Argyle's dialogue 💚
Divider credit to @saradika
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The sun shines brightly over the town of Lenora Hills, a gentle breeze shaking the leaves and providing cool air on an otherwise humid October afternoon. 
“I’m tellin’ you, dude,” Jonathan says, triple checking that his camera has a fresh roll of film in it, “there’s no way this protesting stuff works. All that’s gonna happen is you’ll get arrested, and pot will still be illegal.”
Argyle shakes his head, his raven tresses brushing against his neon shirt. “So what, man? I’m tired of you being a negative Nelly all the damn time.” He scoffs, hiking his sign up under his arm. “Just take your photos and stay by me, all right?”
Jonathan nods, ambivalent about the whole ordeal, but Argyle leads the way until they see the group of people chanting in the middle of the park. 
“Argyle! You made it!” Jonathan watches a goofy grin grow on his best friend’s face as you bound over with your own sign. You throw your arms around Argyle’s shoulders, making sure not to whack him with your poster board. “You guys should come stand with me and my friends!” 
Jonathan shakes his head. “I’m actually gonna walk around and get some good pictures. But, uh,” he claps Argyle on the back, “this guy’ll keep you safe.”
“Y-Yeah, for sure,” Argyle stammers, nearly choking on his own saliva when you take his large hand in your smaller one, tugging him toward the front of the protest. 
He tries to pay attention to the woman bellowing into the megaphone; he knows that he should be listening, absorbing information about decriminalization and the failures of the criminal justice system. But you’re so passionate, and strong, and beautiful—
His silent swooning is interrupted when a man barrels into you, making you stumble backwards. Argyle’s strong hands wrap around your waist to catch you, allowing you to regain your balance. 
“Stupid fuckin’ hippies,” he spits, cupping his hands around his mouth to elevate his volume. “Get a fuckin’ job.”
“I do have a job, actually,” you bite back. Argyle shoves his hands in his pockets, taking a step closer to you. You can feel his chest against your spine, building up your confidence. “This is how I’m spending my lunch break, asshole.”
The man chuckles harshly, running his tongue over his teeth. “Didn’t realize dumb bitch was a paid gig.”
You’re about to hurl a barrage of insults his way when you see Argyle reach out and grab the stranger by his suit collar, yanking him in. “Why don’t you fuck off before I make you?” he growls, teeth gritted in pure dominance. 
“Jesus Christ,” the man grumbles, putting his hands up in defeat. Argyle’s eyes still blaze with anger and protectiveness, but he lets him go. “Your boyfriend’s crazy,” he adds before scurrying away, proverbial tail tucked between his legs. 
You wait until the unwelcome guest is out of earshot before you give Argyle’s foot a small kick. “Thanks, boyfriend,” you tease, but you can see that he’s not laughing. 
“Are you okay?” His expression has completely shifted to one of concern, dark eyes shiny with worry. “You’re not hurt or anything, right?”
“I-I’m fine. Happens all the time at these kinds of things.” His seriousness takes you aback, having gotten accustomed to his laid back demeanor from your visits to Surfer Boy. “Are you okay?”
He nods too quickly, running his fingers through his raven locks. “Just, uh, didn’t like how he got in your face. Not that you couldn’t handle him on your own, because, y’know, I totally fuck with feminism, man.” His eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, no–woman. Not, like, ‘whoa man,’ but, like, you’re a woman.” He shoves his hands in his pants pockets, staring at the ground for a moment. “Sorry if I embarrassed you. I’m more of, like, a ‘make love, not war, smoke some Purple Palm Tree Delight’ kinda guy, I guess.”
You gently push his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear, “You didn’t embarrass me. ‘S nice to know you have my back.” You let your palm linger for a moment before you press your lips to his cheek. “And I’m definitely down to smoke with you later, if you’d like to share?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” Argyle smiles, slinging an arm over your shoulder. He flips his visor around so it’s facing backwards and places a kiss on your temple. “This protest is on!”
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shslpunkartist · 2 years
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So here's a little HC with Clover and the Pico family that's partially based on this one funny moment with Lil me and my adoptive family.
So like Clover there, I too was adopted into a family whose children were all grown up, with the oldest being around Pico's or Otis's age and the youngest being around Morgana's age. Furthermore, like the Pico family, the husband was long gone before I was even born (though the reason for his absence was due to him having passed away many years ago).
As for the funny moment I mentioned, well, long story short, Lil me accidentally gave this babysitter the impression that my adoptive mom and adoptive older brother were in THAT sort of relationship and that I was the result of said relationship.
How so? Because Lil me was under the impression that "mom" and "dad" are roles given to the oldest female and male within a family. Since my older brother was the oldest male that meant he was the "dad"! But no one calls him such. Lil me was so confused by this because aren't you suppose to call whoever has that role "dad"? But then I somehow got the impression that it's different for blood-related family members. Naturally to my totally brilliant kid logic, that means I am the only one who HAS to call him "dad"!
Fortunately, nothing came out of the misunderstanding. Well, the babysitter tried to call the cops on my older brother when he got home but fortunately the cop that came over was an old buddy of his and he was able to clear the situation up. Oh and yes little kid me got pulled aside for a little talk too. Nothing bad happened, family just explained things to me and y'know lol.
Anyway, I HC a similar thing happened with Clover and the Pico family. However, rather than a babysitter being hired to watch Clover, they're instead being watched by Darnell and Pico. The ones Rae normally calls up to watch Clover happened to be unavailable due to work/errands/some other reason so she ended up reaching out to Pico. Darnell happened to be over along with some buddy of his.
Yes, I'm aware Clover is skittish around strangers but I like to imagine they're willing to tolerate strangers so long as they're with someone they know and the stranger is mindful of them. Basically fine with responding to simple questions and don't mind them being in the same room but otherwise leave them be unless they come to you. Stuff like that y'know?
Well uh turns out Pico, Darnell, and that bud there had some weed brownies prior to Rae's call. Pico and Darnell hadn't had enough for the effects to kick in much but the bud? He ate quite a bit.
Nothing too bad there, just high enough that one might jump to dumb conclusions sometimes. Sometimes very dumb ones too.
Anyway, Clover knows Rae is their mom and pointed to a picture of her there when asked by the bud. Then bud goes "so who is that the dad" and Clover is lost because ???? but then they look at Pico and their expression brightens up a bit as if they figure something out and point to him, earning a confused "the hell?" from the ginger in question and a laugh from Darnell.
Bud then gets very confused because "wait but isn't that weird and uh wrong and very illegal?" and then "wait is that why you got a tail kid!? Holy shit I heard the kids from that can be weird but never knew it could result in a tail mutation! That's kinda cool actually?? Wait shit no uh yeah the tails is really cool but fuck Pico dude what the hell!"
Needless to say, Pico was very unamused and, with this look of pure disgust and annoyance, kicks the guy out before his high ass sprouted out more nonsense. Darnell, on the other hand, is VERY amused and finds himself struggling to not laugh. Clover meanwhile was left very confused, though they were reassured they had done nothing wrong. Pico also made sure to clear up the confusion too.
Anyway sorry for this long ask! I didn't mean for it to get so but I go to type it out and next thing I knew it's like this. Hope that's okay!
Rae learns of this and will only allow Keith's family to watch over Clover while she's gone /j
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deadmxnsparty · 3 years
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1, 4
Sinday asks
1. Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?
Answered here!
4. Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?
Yes! Trois loves to feel close to his partners, especially if they're just both doing their own thing. Reading a book? Well now you're reading it with his head on your lap or on your shoulder, or maybe he's rubbing your shoulders.
On the other hand, he's not quite so direct of it's in a sexual scenario. He very much loves leaving hints or being his own bait, so he can entice his partner to make the first move.
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