#welp fuck
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Update on the AO3 story
soooo I just found out you can't just create a ao3 account like you normally create accounts soo we gotta wait a bit for my invitation, I'm already done with the story but now i'll just have it flotting around on my screen it says i gotta wait like 10 days
see yall when that happens
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'Argyle? What kind of name was Argyle?!' he thought to himself. All he had wanted to do was become an artist, yet he'd been pushed to work for his father, and as a 'secret agent' no less.
Secret Agent his ass, he was a glorified imposter to this dope ass dude, pretending to be his friend. Well, he was SUPPOSED to be pretending anyway... To top it off he's supposed to all but STALK a 13 year old girl with super powers who could kill him just as easily as look in his general direction.
'Christ, what am I even doing?!' he thought as he pulled on his surfer boy chic disguise they'd chosen for him. At least he could still smoke, he could at least pretend this was all normal when he was high.
He shook off his melancholy and prepared himself to play his role. The only problem was he's falling hard for his fake best friend.
As Argyle walked out of his room to the small kitchenette of his studio apartment he couldn't stop thinking about that fact. He was hopelessly in love with Jonathan Michael Byers. His Jonny boy who thought Argyle was a dopey pizza restaurant manager. Who thought Argyle was the best™ wingman for any and all shenanigans.
When Jon met Argyle it was partly by chance, partly planned. See, the thing is most of his life was planned out now. Not that anyone bothered to get his input for those plans, hell, he wasn't even made aware of them until he was needed for his fabricated role they wanted him to play.
If Argyle was being completely gonest with himself, it pissed him off. Here he was, forced to work because some years ago two people were horny and decided to have sex. How was that his fault?! The cherry on the cake though was he got stuck with good old dad. His dad who hated his existence, who had decided to tell his only son that he would kill him had he not agreed to this job.
So, he had agreed, he was told once they'd gotten Eleven he would be free to do whatever he wanted, live however and wherever he wanted. Great...Only flaw in that plan was they failed to explain to him that Eleven was as a child with special powers. And they failed to explain to him that he, of all people, was going to be on his own to do this...this impossible task.
Argyle went to his van intent on going to see Jon for the day and to check on El- Jane. She wanted to be called Jane. He parked outside the house and took a deep breath, he was going to come clean to them today. He loved Jonathan Byers, and the entire Byers family. If they found out on their own he could only imagine how death would feel better than seeing the disappointment on their faces.
He made his way to the door, but before he could raise his fist to knock it had flown open hitting him square in the face.
"You lied! Friends don't lie!" Jane was yelling as she launched herself at him.
"Jane, let him come in, let him explain..." Jonathan started, he looked sad and stressed.
"Oh....Oh shit." Argyle muttered, a sharp intake of breath. "H-how did you find out?"
"Are you fucking serious?! That's you're response?! That's all you can say?!" Jonathan glared at him, "Ok, you know what? Whatever. Get your ass in here. Sit down and explain. NOW."
So Argyle walked in, his chest tight. He sat heavily at the small kitchen table and hung his head dragging his hands down his face and looking up at them, tears close to spilling down his cheeks.
"Yeah....Yeah I can explain." He looked back down trying to memorize the pattern of the table, and proceeded to tell them how his father worked directly for the man Jane used to call Papa. How his father was abusive bastard, he gave them a short run down of his child hood and the gut wrencing fear Alan, his father, had instilled into him as a small child.
He went on to tell them about how he'd been coerced into this, apologizing every few words, he was actually coming over to tell them today. He wanted to stop. No more contact with them, he wouldn't let them get to Jane. He'd rather die, but he understands if they want him to leave, he probably would in their position.
He drew in a shaky breath the tears now flowing down his face, he didn't bother trying to stop them, he deserves to feel every bit of pain. He deserved for them to hate him for betraying them this way. He took another shaking breath, "I love you...all of you." his voice cracking and his tried to not sob out what he needed to say before he disappeared from their life forever, "You are all more of a family than I have ever had. And Jon, I- Oh, god, you probably hate me...and...and I don't blame you, you know? Before I leave though I just need to tell you that I'm so sorry. I know it's not enough, God, how could it be? But....I am... and" He swallowed thickly, he needed to say it, especially if this was the last time he was ever going to see them. "Since you already hate me and I'll probably never see you again after this...I need to let you know, Jon... I- I'm in love with you."
He sat in silence refusing to look up. After a good few moments Jane walked up him and hugged him once. Sternly she said, "Don't lie again?" it was more demand than a question, and all he could do was nod, tears falling faster now. He couldn't look up as Jonathan walked past him. He heard sniffling, he wasn't sure from who, but his heart broke even more. He knew though he had no one to blame for this except himself.
#jargyle#Jargyle Ficlet#secret agent argyle#jonathan x argyle#jonathan byers#jane hopper#Just rip my heart out#i don't even know#potentially a series#probably a one shot#where do i even go from here#haha welp#welp fuck#welp lol
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Tumblr thinspo is elite.
I was off Tumblr for like a good few years. Around 3 years to recover, well guess who didn't recover and relapsed. My currently quite fat ass. 🥰 But hey gonna get to my gw again. Hopefully soon enough
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TW: Gore(Pink Blood) , Knife
Just wanna draw a Rantaro mad
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im losing my voice.
i have band parctice tomorrow.
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[[ Jay lunges at ace again, he sends one of the suits to help her. ]]
ace gets stabed*) heh.. well you got me.. Just know chillo, i was always watch.. you.. will always be mine.. you can never run from me.. (*chillo shakes a bit hearing these words and crys a bit*)
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Sometimes ya don’t figure out you’re thirsty until you realize it’s 1 am and you haven’t drank in hours
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I wanted to change the world, but instead the world changed me.
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trying to make tumblr mutuals is like-
trying to not burn a cake
which is like-
hard-
i might just be a horrible baker-
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You got it bad.
Shit, I got it worse.
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Do you guys know that pain when your best friend on the planet befriends another person but like you know, it wasn’t a problem at first until you realized how often they talked, and then they start doing the things you two used to do like late night calls or last night movies, and the main reason why you aren’t doing it is because you don’t have the time because of either your parents or homework but that other friend of theirs has that time so it’s like you’re being replaced for that time then you feel like you aren’t your best friends best friend anymore so you kinda just go like
Oh
Okay
You know??
#sadbeautifultragic#best friends#replace#notprojustusingthetags#i dont get it#like why#just when i thought i was out#just gonna leave this here#oh well#welp fuck
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I think tumblr broke my sense of humor
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Just lost my fucking dog, how’s your New Years going?
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Yeah uncle howdy is def Bo Dallas and he might be a problem
#riya does commentary#riya speaks#wwe#wwe lb#smackdown lb#bray wyatt#uncle howdy#bo dallas#welp fuck#buckle up because this is gonna be a RIDE
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