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askundeadbluelesbians · 2 months

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Wide Right

CW: Mentions of death and grief, based off of real experiences

… Polly had decided she no longer liked funerals. She only vaguely remembered attending one in life: that of her grandfather, Vanya Geist, roughly around 2006. Of course, all of her other grandparents had passed on, but Polly’s grandfather’s funeral stuck in her mind for multiple reasons: mainly because he was the only one to pass not only when she herself was still alive, but was also old enough to remember it.

The second, and more prevalent reason, was because that was when her father’s drinking problem took a turn for the worst. Polly took to drinking herself not long after that, while still following her rule of thumb. In a way, she and her father bonded over drinking. Sure, she remembered fuck-all about her first drink, but he was there the entire time for it.

And now she won’t be able to share a drink with him ever again. His… well, second funeral was only a fortnight ago. He and her mother had moved on while Polly was on her road trip to California. Being so far away from family… hardly even knowing that her parents were close to moving on… learning second-hand of it happening.

Not only would she never be able to share a drink with him ever again, she’d never be able to play chess with her mom again, never engage in girl talk with her mother again… Never see them, happy together, ever again.

She could only imagine how it felt for Spencer, who was there in their final moments of moving on. How was he feeling? How long did he have to sit with this knowledge before deciding to call her? How did he feel when it turned out that they willed the house to him, so he didn’t have to worry about looking for an apartment? … How did he feel about now having no one to share this home with?

She spent almost the entirety of Sitting Shiva with him, so he didn’t have to deal with this grief alone anymore. Neither of them shared a word with each other in that time; they just knew how the other was feeling without needing to say it. Finally, after a whole week of mourning, Polly felt that she was ready to leave, making sure her brother was okay to be left alone in the house again.

So here she was, on her walk home, the December snow having coated the world in white while she was in black. The mourning period may officially be over… but she still felt empty. The sound of laughter as kids played in the snow did nothing to lift her spirits.

… Oh wait. That was no child. That was Scott.

“WHOO! Throw it again! Farther!”

“Alright, alright, Babe…!”

Polly recognized those two voices from anywhere: her best friend, Scott, was playing fetch with his boyfriend, Brian. They were enjoying themselves… and it made Polly wish she could feel the same way. She didn’t even need to say anything before both of them noticed her.

“Oh! Hi, Polly!” Scott greeted, scooping her up in a hug, wagging his tail. “I haven’t seen you all week, not since the end of the road trip!”

“Yeah… I’ve just been sitting at home…” Polly answered, not feeling the energy to hug her bestie back.

“H-Hey, Scott,” Brian called out. “Isn’t it time to meet with your subjects?”

“Ooh! Yes! I forgot! Thanks, bro!” Scott answered, kissing Brian before dashing off, leaving him and Polly alone.

“Is it really time for Scott to meet with his fanbase?” Polly asked.

“No. I just wanted us to have a talk,” Brian answered, sitting on a bench, with her sitting next to him. “Scott… doesn’t take talking about death well.”

“Funny, since he’s dating a zombie,” Polly halfheartedly chuckled. “I’m guessing that’s why neither of you attended the service?”

“Yeah. But, honestly, if Scott was there, he probably would’ve cried the entire time, because, well, you’re his best friend.”

“Yeah… dude doesn’t deserve to cry,” Polly agreed, wiping any tears that she felt coming. “Besides, he saw my mom as a mom too… Probably would’ve asked to Sit Shiva with me… and then run off when he’s told that includes no football for a week.” Brian gave a light chuckle in response.

“So… do you know when they’ve moved on?” Brian asked.

“Spencer said almost a week before we made it to Veranotone.”

“So… you were told second-hand.”

“Yeah…”

“… So was I.”

… Hold the phone. This is the first Polly was hearing of this: Brian actually ended up going through what she did?

“Who?”

“My grandfather. My mom’s dad,” Brian answered. “I was about… sixteen, I think, when it happened. It was a December day, like this one, back in 1989, right before Christmas vacation. I already knew beforehand that my granddad was sick. He was getting up there and the eighties were not kind for him. But one of the things you can credit him for? My love of football.”

“Oh?” Polly asked, looking up at Brian.

“It was one of the first things he fell in love with when he and Grandma immigrated here in the fifties. And he passed that love to my father, and to me,” Brian continued to narrate. “He’d take me to every game he could up until 1987. And that’s roughly about when I started to actually play football. In fact, I have an old jersey in my closet. Does not fit me anymore.”

“Your granddad got it for ya?”

“Yeah. He did. Number 56… ‘56 also happened to be the year my grandparents immigrated. So it was considered his own personal lucky number. And I picked that number when I started playing. We had actually finished my first season as a player when… it happened.

“My grandma, dad’s mom, was going to be the one to pick me up from school that day. Again, I knew my granddad was sick. So imagine my surprise when I saw my own mom pick me up instead. I… I thought granddad was feeling better.” Tears were starting to appear on his face as he continued. “He… he wasn’t.”

“Oh… Brian, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault… Just, it’s hard not being there to say goodbye yourself,” Brian concluded, to which Polly nodded in agreement. “Christmas was only a few days after the funeral, and it was probably the worst one of my either of my lives. The next year, 1990, would probably be the hardest of my life. I let my grades slip, almost to the point where it cost me my spot on the team. Days, weeks, months began to blur. Then September came… and Sundays started making sense again.”

“Hmm?”

“I very much latched onto my granddad’s favorite team. It was my way of grieving. They were good, but never really went far as they did this season. They made it to the playoffs, thirteen-and-three record, and every game they won after that felt like he was there with me.” A smile slowly began to appear on Brian’s face. “I woulda gone to Tampa myself to watch the game in person, but no way was some seventeen-year-old getting from Jersey to Florida, let alone get a ticket for the biggest game of the year!” Brian chuckled at his story, and Polly began chuckling as well. “So, like every other day that season, I was parked in front of the TV. But that day, I wasn’t alone.”

“Wow… that’s… umm…” Polly began, trying to put the words together, confusion forming on her face.

“I know it’s long-winded, but there’s a point to this story,” Brian chuckled. “Grief… it’s different for everyone. I could only imagine how my parents handled my own death just five years later… But, I swear until the day I die a second time, I felt him every time I watched football, every time I played. And I swear he moved that ball Wide Right.” Brian wiped his tears on his sleeve. “Grief doesn’t leave you. It morphs into the love you have for them, into the things you did together, into the things you continue to do without them there.”

Polly’s gaze went downward, staring at her gloved hands. What Brian said did make sense. He must’ve felt so vulnerable bringing this up with her. He… he trusted her. He trusted her enough to show her that he knew what she was going through.

“Fuck, Bri.”

“Is… is that your way of—?”

“Thank you.”

“… Well that answers that question,” Brian laughed, patting her on the back. “I’ll leave ya to your walk, then. Just think about what I said, ‘kay?”

“Will do,” Polly answered, giggling as she got back up and continued walking. She still felt down, sure, but not as down as she was earlier… Maybe she’ll go play chess and drink wine with Vera later. She thinks—no, she knows—it’s what her parents would’ve wanted.

#Undead Vignettes #Polly #Polly Geist #Brian #Brian Green #Brian Yu #Scott #Scott Howl #Brian Yu x Scott Howl

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sleepygraveyard · 1 year

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Brian x Damien Nsfw

Words: 1331

Synopsis: Damien has a Certain effect on Brian and Brian can’t wait until he gets home to get rid of the urges…

Pants and whimpering replaced the silence in the bathroom stall. Why was he doing it here? Brian thought to himself, God You’re pathetic, you can’t even wait until you’re home. But despite the thoughts he kept moving his hand up and down, massaging his cock that had been leaking pre before he had gotten to touch himself. He didn’t want to think it was his fault he couldn’t control himself, he wanted to blame the reason he was doing this, the reason he was so ashamed of himself, on the Demon that had caught his eye and hadn’t left his mind since the first time they met. He wanted to blame it on Damien so bad, but he just couldn’t, he knew it wasn’t his fault, but at the same time he wanted to rationalize his actions to himself, he didn’t want to feel like such a pervert. If Damien hadn’t bent down to grab that dodge ball during gym right in front of him, the fabric of his shorts so tight against his ass, they left nothing to the imagination, no line of any type of underwear showing through, none of this would have happened. Brian’s thoughts went rampant, the idea of Damien being commando filled his head, and how when they went back to the locker room he could try to steal a glance as he slid down his shorts, down over his plump ass. and down passed his dick, showing his neatly groomed pubes, the red skin on his dick leading down to the head that he could only think would be a beautiful darker shade of red. He felt blood rushing to his cock, he could feel it start to grow and press against the fabric of his underwear, he had to do something, anything to get away from the situation, his boner would be so apparent through the small shorts they had on, he couldn’t let anyone know. He ran over to the coach complaining about his stomach and then ran out of he gym as fast as he could, he was glad everyone was too preoccupied with the match of dodgeball to notice him, well at least he was pretty sure.

The moment kept playing in his head, on repeat, it wouldn't stop. His hand went faster and faster pumping his dick, he wanted release so badly, he wanted to be able to go back to class and pretend like nothing happened at all. Faster, faster, and faster until he shot cum all over his shirt, covering his hand in the slimy white liquid. It felt so good he could help but let out a groan, subconsciously moaning out Damiens name. What the fuck is wrong with him, he was in a school bathroom for fucks sake, he lectured himself in his head as he was ready to get up and leave, but his dick was still rock hard, if anything more hard than before. Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. He let his head fall backwards letting it rest against the back of the toilet. Should I just wait it out? I just came, it's not like it’ll take that long for my dick to go flaccid again. Oh how wrong he was. 20 minutes passed and his dick was still as hard as it was previously, twitching and still leaking pre. Dammit, he cursed. He brought his hand back down to his sensitive cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip causing a shudder to run throughout his entire body. He wrapped his hand around his cock again, closed his eyes and the images of Damien played through his mind over and over until they were interrupted by an idea, Brian took out his phone and opened it to Damien’s social media. Pictures of him in drag, him styling hair, fire, and knives took up the majority of his feed, but the photo that caught his eye the most (and also made his dick react the most) was a photo Damien taken at the beach of him in a speedo, hisbluge so clear through it. His body on full display. His abs were shining from the sun and water, he could even see the little happy trail that damien had going up to his belly button, other that that he was completely clean shaven. Brians hand moved faster without him having to even think about it. He imagined Damiens cock bouncing up and down and he rode Brians cock, his ass making a slapping around every time it made contact with Brians skin, Damiens head thrown back, a moaning mess, his eyes shut tight, drool starting to leak from his mouth and a string of pre connected from his dick to Brians stomach.

Brian could feel himself getting closer, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, what would Damien think if he knew he was jerking off to pictures of him, one of his closest friends, if Damien found out what would happen. Brian couldn’t help but think the worst, regardless of this even the thought of Damien yelling at him, calling him out for being the disgusting pervert he was excited him. He came again, this time more came out and not only that, it went everywhere, it sprayed forward and landed on the floor, the sides of the stall, it even got on his own face. When he came he thrust his hips into the air moaning so loudly he was scared that someone outside of the bathroom might’ve heard him. As Brian began to calm down, and his dick finally started to go flaccid, he let out exhausted breaths, too tired to worry about if someone had, in fact, heard him, if he had missed class, or even what Damien would think of him. He cleaned off his hands and pulled his shorts back up, grabbing more toilet paper to to try to scrub off what had gotten on his shirt, and wipe off what got on his face. Brian grabbed more toilet paper and sighed, ashamedly beginning to clean what mess he had made all over the stall. This is gonna take a while, he thought sadly.

Brian hadn’t realized that while he was jerking off the second time, someone had entered the bathroom and got into the stall next to him, and that they had been there, listening, and trying to suppress their own erection. Another thing Brian had missed was the fact that some of his cum even shot over the stall wall, landing on the other side. Damien looked at the cum on the wall and smirked, so that’s how Brian felt about him? Good to know. He ran his red finger through the white liquid and gathered it onto his red finger before slowly putting his finger in his mouth and sucking it, the familiar salty flavor that he loved so much greeted his tongue with a sensation he’d never get tired of. Damien left the bathroom and headed back to the main building, Brian, of course being preoccupied, didn’t notice. Damien walked away with a grin, knowing that what he had done would fuck with Brian’s head, and he took immense pleasure in it.

The period ended and Brian still wasn’t back so Coach had told Damine to go bring him his stuff, he checked the nurses office but he wasn't there, he checked all the bathrooms inside the school and he wasn’t in any of them. He walked to the outside bathroom and as soon as he entered he could hear moans and the sounds of cum being used as lubricant on someone’s dick, the wet sound echoed throughout the bathroom, he briefly glanced down to see that the shoes were unmistakably Brians.

As Brian finally exited the stall, he saw his stuff on the floor outside near one of the sinks, and a note placed on top folded into a square. Brian walked towards it and picked it up, reading the writing scribbled on the paper.

I’m Glad I Have Such an Effect On You ;)

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lucky-stone-me · 1 year

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Bricky go brrrrr...

#art #fanarts #meme #monster prom #vicky schmidt #brian yu #polly geist #bricky #brian yu x vicky schmidt

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thegayghost26 · 2 years

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Brian: We need a distraction. Is anyone here really good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Polly: [chugs shot] my time has come.

#brian x polly #monster prom #monster prom memes #monster prom incorrect #polly geist #brian yu

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tiredkirisimp · 3 years

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hi hi! would it be okay to write oz x liam relationship headcanons? ^^;

A/n: thanks for the request. I hope you enjoy :)

💜💛

Liam X Oz dating headcanons:

Liam asked Oz out through a messaging app or a feature on an app that lets you message. (Like Instagram messaging or WhatsApp)

Oz was too nervous to ask Liam out.

Oz was worried at first that he was just pranking them or doing it for irony purposes.

Liam was the first person Oz dated so they weren’t really sure how to act.

They went on their first date to a movie.

Oz really liked it and Liam seemed to enjoy it.

Liam took a lot of photos.

And when I say a lot I mean A LOT.

And he still takes a lot of photos of them.

He would put a picture of Oz as his lock screen or home screen but would say he was just doing it for irony (he wasn’t).

Oz really likes going on picnic dates.

They set up a basket with all of Liams favorite foods and would put a blanket on the ground.

(Even though Liam doesn’t really eat he’ll still pick at the food because he knows how much it means to Oz)

They like doing picnics in the woods because there aren’t a lot of people.

Whenever Oz gets nervous Liam will calm them down by talking about stuff they did together.

Like “remember that time we went to the amusement park” or “I got a lot of good photos from that picnic we went to last week.”

Liam and Oz like taking photos of Oz’s little phobias dressed up.

Liam was the one to say I love you first.

Oz’s love language is words of affirmation and physical touch.

Bb likes knowing they’re loved.

Liam will compliment Oz a lot.

Liams love language is quality time.

Him and Oz spend a lot of time together.

A LOT of time.

Liam will try to help Oz come out of their shell a little.

Like taking them to the mall.

Liam has pretty decent fashion sense and will help pick out outfits for Oz.

They will have study dates together.

Liam will take Oz on a bunch of cliche dates for irony purposes but he thinks they’re actually really romantic.

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