theyreonlynoodlesmike

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

it is literally just me and my pigtail braids against the world

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

IM SO HAPPY YOURE ALIVE

I am alive and well!! I actually just got surgery and I'm healing at home right now :)

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

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Lol hiii ~

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Hey it’s been a while. I hope you’re doing well

Hi :) thanks for the nice wishes! Hope you are too :)

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

You doing alright?

Hi! Yeah I'm doing fine - I actually got locked out of this account for awhile bc I couldn't remember my old email :) I at least have access to this account again :)

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

babe come back its not funny anymore

:)

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

I love being from philly because people will walk by what is probably the most horrendous, traumatizing, fucked up thing in their entire lives and be like "well, that's philly for you"

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Life update: I just saw scream 6 with a cute punk so I'd say things are going well

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Hey this might sound like a weird ask, but you wouldn't happen to know a blog that went by darling disastrous (I could be wrong on the name but it might ring a bell?) I might have seen you interact with them before and now they're blog seems to have disappeared? Sorry again, just thought I'd ask

I did know darling <3 I'm not really sure what happened because she and I fell out of contact because of life stuff/my general inactivity but I hope she's doing well :) it's sad her stories are gone, but I know she must've thought a lot about it before she deactivated her account and that's her choice to make. Again, I just hope she's doing okay

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

I just wanted to say that I love your 'It's just a Movie' series🤩🫠 I really like the way you write!😁✨

-🎷🐝

Thank youuuuu <3

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

I don’t know if you got my previous ask about the mermaid, but I wanted to add that there’s an AO3 account under this same name and if it’s yours I absolutely LOVE your “it’s just a movie” story. It’s soo good.

I did! I don't know if I'll get around to writing it because I already wrote something for Sunday and I have a few other fics in the works right now, but still thank you for sharing your idea with me :) and yes, theyreonlynoodles on ao3 is also me :) thank you again and I hope you like the sequel!! You can find it on ao3 or here as well xx

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

im pretty sure people didn't understand the acronym ijam lmao

damn has it really been so long that people forgot/didn't know I tag everything in the "it's just a movie" series under the ijam tag? Including the memes???

#ijam #ijam 2

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

So glad to see you’re back! Do you have any fics lined up? Any WIPS?👀

I'm making a slow return <3 right now I'm working on the next chapter of IJAM, but I was also considering writing something for House of Wax (since that also got so many votes) or Evil Bill and Ted!! Maybe even finishing an old Eddie Munson fic. We'll see how much time/if those actually come to fruition but thanks for asking :)

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

So, What'll It Be? (Marko x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: reader bartender!au, reader works at a biker bar, mentions of alcohol/drinking, flirting,

Word Count: 729

You sighed as you picked through the glasses, trying to find one that wasn't covered in spots.

It was a new job, new town. Sure, some bars were cleaner than others. And some weren't dives like this one. You thought to yourself as you finally stood up, deciding to just work whatever magic you could with a towel and some elbow grease. But, you were low on cash, and it was this or trying to find a job on the boardwalk mid-season.

Plus, the place wasn't that bad. At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

It was the stereotypical dive. With sticky floors, a disgusting bathroom, and less than savory patrons. The only thing holding the place together was the pool table and the jukebox, and you were sure that if either went out of order that there'd be nothing short of a riot from tonight's crowd.

It was busy, and it's why you ignored the potential health concerns and poured drinks as fast as you could.

It was always the same anyways. With everyone in the bar having been drinking for at least half your life, they all seemed to settle for either a beer or straight liquor. You didn't bother to even look up as you asked,

"What'll it be?" You were flipping your notepad to a clear page as unfamiliar masculine voice said,

"Whatdya have?" And annoyance interrupted your autopilot. You glanced up, already sending the voice daggers before your eyes settled on his face.

Shit.

This wasn't one of your regulars pulling your leg, or a sarcastic older creep taking up your time.

This was a guy with big doe eyes, golden curls, and-

God, you were staring. You were quick to force yourself to speak, to make up for the silence you'd let stretch out. You blurted,

"Everything. I mean, not everything- Whatever you see behind the counter." You stumbled, and you watched the way his lips curled into an amused smile. You were definitely flustered, and you'd definitely just gawked at him. And he definitely noticed. He knocked on the bar, even leaned forward in his seat as if to get a better look. When his shoulders shifted forward, your gaze shifted to his jacket. It was all patchwork, with so much to look at, and yet it didn't stop your eyes from drifting back to his face. His eyes scanned side to side, before they flicked back to you. Green. You thought. His eyes were a dark green.

When his eyes settled back on you, his smile looked almost mischievous. He hid it for a moment behind his hand, biting his nail before he pointed at you.

"Does that include you?" And your brain short-circuited when you realized what he meant. You tried to think of something to say, a comeback that was just as witty. Instead, you let out an embarrassed laugh, but that was enough to please him.

You grabbed the bar, needing something to hold onto as nerves threatened to swipe out your knees. You even used it to pull yourself closer, which, in hindsight, didn't help the butterflies in your stomach.

"Maybe," You said, and it was the closest glimpse he'd get at your mental tug of war. Yes, he was gorgeous, but this was a dive, in a new town, where you knew no one, that was affectionately dubbed Murder Capital of the World. And, while his face looked angelic, even innocent, he was a patron at said dive in said capital. But, god, was he gorgeous. Finally, one side started to have things slide in its favor. "But, not when I'm on the clock." You told him, but, from the way he grinned, he didn't seem to realize it was a rejection. Even if it was a soft one at best.

"Four beers, then." He said. Or did he? You couldn't tell. Hell, you couldn't tell which way you meant it. It was all you thought about as you tore yourself away from the bar to grab four of whatever brand he'd mentioned afterwards, your brain cloudy with thoughts of what you should do, what you should say, as you uncapped them and, finally, handed them to him. You were fighting with yourself, watching this opportunity slip away. The hottest guy in Santa Carla hits on you and you blow him off. You were sure you'd made the mistake of a lifetime before he quipped, "I'll see you when you get off." And a mix of shock and relief flooded your mind as he turned his back. You were so giddy that you didn't even really think to tell him when exactly that was. Or that you hadn't even gotten his name.

***

You locked the door to the bar behind you, tugging on your jacket to fight the late-night chill. Only one street-lamp lit the abandoned parking-lot, and you were lucky the buses ran this late. But, when you turned and saw a familiar jacket, and a familiar guy, sitting on a bike, you remembered that wasn't how you were getting home tonight.

The rest of the night had been flirting comments here or there, you being kind enough to bring the beers to him and his friends, and the usual dull roar of a Santa Carla night. Compared to all of that, Marko, you found out his name was, seemed to shine out above it all.

You smiled a bit to yourself, your footsteps echoing in the empty night before the rumble of the engine drowned out the sound. Once you were within reach, he held out his hand for you to take. He pulled you closer by it, his hands cold from the night.

"So," He started, his voice slow. His eyes shined, even in the low-light. "What'll it be?"

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys marko #marko the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys x reader

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

I'm about to sit down and start writing what lost boys fic yall want

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #my version of shaking my keys and going #im heading to the store what yall want

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

yknow I really didn't think that one would be the one in the lead and now I gotta think of ideas

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#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tommy slater #fear street 1978 #house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #near dark 1987 #severen #near dark