TMNT CHAT FIC 📁

CIGARETTES OUT THE WINDOW. — 𝐣. 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞

social media au - crack fic - fluff - SERIES

#vol. I = you should’ve just stayed in bed

editors note: I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THE SOCIAL MEDIA PART SO THATS WHY ITS DIFFERENT IM SORRY 😭💀

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒 onto the side table next to the door as you drag yourself to the couch and plop down, getting comfy. As you snuggle against the comforting couch, you pull out your phone to look through instagram and check on what your friends have been doing.

With your name, you could go anywhere right now. With anyone you wanted. You could get into any club. Hell, you could even buy the club. But you found the comfort of your own apartment in L.A. more comforting than that knowledge.

bzzz. bzzz. bzzz. oh crap. who’s calling now?

you pick up the phone as you begrudgingly get up from you comfy spot to go to the kitchen.

“dude! where are youuu?!!”

it was your cousin, flint, you could practically hear the alcohol in his voice.

“huh?”

“where. are. youuuuuuuu??”

“home, why? i just got here.” you say as you lean against the counter, continuing to scroll through social media.

“no no no, you’re supposed to be here!! remember your lil’ party????!!!”

you immediately go to his instagram profile and see he’s already posted some drunk selfies at the bar.

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notflint_ pathetic but aesthetic 🥴🫶🏼

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That’s right. One of your movies did surprisingly well in the box office and your cousin thought that it called for a celebration. He told you earlier this week that he already had the bar rented out but some assholes rented it too, meaning you have to share it with some strangers. But it’s whatever, in his words.

“rightt. sorry. uhm..”

“no you can’t skip on this.”

“okay fine. i’ll be there in like 30-ish minutes?”

“as long as you’re heerreee!!”

And with that you hung up and re-considered your life decisions as it took you 15 minutes to get up. You grabbed your keys again with a sigh and closed your door.

When you got to the bar you really contemplated leaving as you couldn’t take your hands off the wheel and eyes off the neon signs decorating the windows of the bar. You could always say there was an emergency.. You reached for your phone to message your cousin,

“Hey!”

“OH MY GOD”

Your cousin threw his head back in laughter as you had to restrain yourself from hitting him.

“You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you!! Cmon, there’s people waiting for you!”

He opened the door to your car and dragged you out. the whole walk across the parking lot was just you trying to get him to release you but you knew your inevitable doom of having to say hi to multiple people and actually socialize.

“Everyone! hereeeessss (name)!”

You wave an awkward hi to the crowd in front of you with a sheepish smile. Almost instantly, everyone cheered. And then again almost instantly everyone went back to what they were doing. Except for a few people who came up to congratulate you.

Your cousin let you go from under his arm to go do his own thing. You didn’t know where to go from there so you just went to the nearest seat and

Someone tapped your shoulder. “Hey!” Oh no..

You turn around just to find out it was your other cousin, Angela. “Oh hey Angela. Nice to see you again.” you greet her with a smile. “Hey (name)!” she responds with the same smile. “So i see Flint has already traded you in for some drinks?” she asks with a smirk. You didn’t even have to respond to get her an answer. A quick shake of the head and a chuckle did it. She was called over by some other friends that were invited and that left you alone once again.

You go back to your phone, opening up instagram and refreshing your page. And on great timing, you saw Angela’s new post.

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You look up to see Flint coming up to you. “(nameeeee) come meet my new friends!!” he managed to slur out as he tugged on your arm. You looked around to try and find Angela for help, but Flint was already pulling you out of your chair.

Flint dragged you all the way across the bar and around some corners all against your will until you finally managed to wriggle yourself out of his grip.

“Dude i don’t even know these people!”

“Oh no, Actually, you kinda do.!” he said between giggles.

“What?”

“Remember those dicks who rented out the other half of the bar??”

“yeah..?”

“Turns out they’re not such dicks after all!”

This time he motioned for you to follow him and you willingly followed. He brought you to one of the farther corners, where the pool table was. His presence caught the attention of one of the guys there. He turned around with a smile that meant nothing other than trouble on his face.

“Hey dude! Thought we lost you!” he had a surprisingly rasp voice.

Flint turned to you, “(name), let me introduce you to my good friend,”

He put a hand on the guys shoulder, “Steve-O!”

FRANK A. IERO "YOUR FACE IS ALL I NEED TO STAY SANE."

it’s your city, i wanna be yours too.

summary: it’s late. its night. its new jersey. you’re in franks car because its romantic with a view of the city.

ⓘ gn! reader, not proofread, reader is from sf, 0.3k words

“ok, maybe i see why you like new jersey so much.”

you're in frank's hoodie, the ac is on anyway. your favorite cd is playing in the car's speaker, softly in the background so you can still hear his voice, and this is your peace. you look over at him, sighing out this defeat and waiting for his stupid laugh. "yes! i told you!" he giggles. "everyone sees it eventually." he points a finger with the same hand he holds his cup of coffee.

"keep it up and im taking it back." you roll your eyes, shaking your knee as your legs rest on his dashboard with your feet kicked up, boots on display. "i mean, who doesn't like a view of the city?"

"sure, bud. talk all the shit you want." he turns to you in this teasing way, scrunching his nose. there's a playful gasp, swatting his bicep. "you know what, it's actually not all that." you mutter into your can of arizona tea. immediately, frank sits up. "you can't take it back, you already said it!" his torso is completely turned.

"i can do whatever the fuck i want." you laugh, tickled at his reaction. the mood dies down after a bit, you both settle into the sounds of belleville. "it is pretty, though." you reclaim in this serious whisper. "i know." he sighs back.

"i wish you could see san francisco like this, though." you fix your throat and your posture. "all pretty and shit, i'd take you to see the golden gate, or downtown, or the pier." "yeah?" his voice is low and distracted, though you have his full attention. "mhm." you happily hum back.

"you'd take me to 'cali?" he asks with a smile, his winning smile, and turns over to you. "i'd take you anywhere." you're already looking at him.

you smile at each other for a minute, before he leans in, and you mirror him. it's all perfect, and you can't help but focus on the beat of you heart. you love everything so much. you love how his cologne fills you up, you love the warmth despite the windows down, you love the taste of your tea still lingering, you love the shitty lighting of the street lamp above, and you secretly love this town.

CIGARETTES OUT THE WINDOW

— johnny k.

chapter I. -+ “down the rabbit hole.”

[ social media AU - crackfic - SERIES ]

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You were on the way to your new LA apartment from the airport in the backseat of a taxi, and you’d turn off your phone after you posted that last picture of the city view you had out the car window. Your dog was warmly asleep next to you, with his head on your lap. That added some type of comfort at least. You softly scratched his head as you closed your eyes and focused on the sound of the city around you.

When you were dropped off to your apartment you couldn’t stay there for long. You didn’t have enough energy to un-pack and the rest of your furniture wouldn’t be here until 5 pm the next day. So you grabbed Paul Anka’s leash and went out to look for a place to eat. When you finally found a place after walking, you turned on your phone as you got your food and all the notifications came flooding in. You fed some fries to your dog sat next to you as you scrolled through the notifications.

One seemed to catch your eye…

“rydunn wait, aren’t you johnny’s friend?”

What? You unlocked your phone to go on instagram to see the person had also privately messaged you.

(n6me)

sorry

i don’t know who johnny is..

rydunn

johnny knoxville?

sorry i’m one of his friends and was just wondering

(n6me)

i still dk who johnny knoxville is tho

rydunn

does pj clapp help?

some people might know him as that

(n6me)

you know him??

how??

rydunn

yeah

we met on jackass

(n6me)

jackass??

rydunn

it’s a show

“so he made it..” you thought. You didn’t notice even the warmth on your heart growing more and more through-out your body. I mean, it wasn’t your fault you felt insanely proud at the moment.

(n6me)

does it do good?

rydunn

?

(n6me)

the show

rydunn

oh

well yeah i mean that’s kinda why we’re celebrating

(n6me)

really?

omg that’s amazing

rydunn

thanks lol

so

should i put u down the guest list? or r u not coming

(n6me)

actually

ill be there

As soon as your thumb hit the blue “send” button this rush of realization hit you like a sack of bricks. You were agreeing to going to this celebration with people you didn’t know, at a place you weren’t sure of, to see the one person you would give up everything for that hasn’t talked to you in 12 years. Wow. 12 has never seemed like such a big number.

You couldn’t help but let the smile of shock spread across your face. You always did that. You kind of hated it, whenever you were proud or shocked you smiled. You didn’t know why but you could never stop that stupid grin from showing.

After paying for your food, you walked with Paul Anka all the way back to your empty and cold apartment. You pulled some of your things out of you suitcase while sitting on a random spot in the wide living room. You remembered you packed your pillow for the airplane trip and pulled that out while it was on your mind. The air suddenly became heavier to breathe and there was a scream you felt deeper in your throat with the reminder of what was to come.

You immediately stuff your face into the pillow and let out the best scream you could while giggling. “WHAT THE FUCK!” you cackled into the pillow. What have you dared to get yourself into?

knox dump cus i’m bored

guys what if i made a post abt all the oc’s i scripted into my fame dr 🤨…

when ms crawly returns from calaways house, her car that she’s renting is like all jacked up and she says smth along the lines of “i returned it with a full tank of gas” like the first stunt they pulled in the jackass movie 👍🏼

r we just gonna not talk about how there was a jackass reference in the song 2 movie ??

rq if i turned my fame dr into a fanfic would y’all read it

@iluvvme JUST FOR FUN, LIKE I WONT ACTUALLY SCRIPT IT, I JUST WANNA FOR FUNSIES 🤷🏻☹️

i have the most toe-curling, mouth frothing, eye-rolling-to-the-back-of-the-head, screaming, crying, sliding down the wall, banging my head against the wall, IRRESISTIBLE URGE to re-cast/give new face claims to the jackass crew for my dr.

guys pls request moodboards i’m desperate 💔

fun fact i have a jackass x one direction dr