#big ol gay tears
;'( omg they're leaking everywhere
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Hello hunny, I love your prompt lists! This is the first request of 4 😂
Please can I have Demetri Possessive/Scary Prompts; 2, 3, 18 & 19?
Thank you xx
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2. “You will never get away from me!”
3. “I will cherish you, as your body and soul belong to me.”
18. “Why did you run from me?”
19. “I am the predator and you, my sweet, are my prey.”
Green trees flashed before my eyes as my feet carried me as fast as they could away from the castle. Normally I would have enjoyed a stroll or run through the beautiful nature the Italian scene held, but not today. Not when I knew he was coming for me. I had messed up. Big time. All I had wanted was a little bit of freedom, just a smidge of fresh air, new people around me. Actual humans to interact with, instead of living statues who had been around for thousands of years. I had tried so ease the thought into his head, but Demetri was completely paranoid. The thought of me stepping as much as one food outside of the safe box he calls our room was absolutely preposterous in his mind. I had even promised him he could change me within the month instead of the initial plan of the day of my 27th birthday. But no, he loved me as a human, yet he was paranoid something or someone would harm me, as I was human. He loved the power he had over me, a power he would surely lose when I became his equal in strength and speed. I still head the words he shouted at me before slamming the doors shut after our last argument.
“You will never get away from me!” the words still send shivers down my spine. Maybe this would only anger him further, but at least I have seen something else besides dull walls that seemed to enclose me with every breath I take.
“Oh, Micetta! You have done a very, very dumb thing.” I heard his sugary sweet voice. The voice he also used the first night we met to lure me in. How foolish I was.
“You cannot outrun me. I am the predator and you, my sweet, are my prey.” he purred as I his underneath the roots of a tree that seemed to be ripped from the ground. I tried desperately to keep my breathing and frantic heartbeat under control. Hoping his super hearing would not pick it up over the sound of the heartbeats of other animals. But to no avail. The once lively forest became eerily quiet as Demetri prowled towards me. Every living being, big and small, knew he was the most dangerous predator, and none of them would be waiting around to see if he was on the hunt for them or not. Not that any creature in this forest had to worry, as his only prey was me. Foolish, little ol’ me. Strong arms wrapped themselves around me tightly, pulling me close to a stone hard chest.
“Got you! Silly girl, what are you doing out here all alone? Don't you know it is dangerous?” he purred sweetly in my ears as I felt the tears of defeat build up in my eyes.
“Please, Demetri. Please let me go.” I pleaded. Demetri's face seemed to show true pain as his voice cracked.
“Why did you run from me?” the hurt in his voice seemed so real. But I knew better. He was simply playing his favourite little game with me.
“The castle is suffocating me. I need some freedom. Please Demetri.”
“Shht, Micetta. You don't have to go anywhere. I am here for you. I will cherish you, as your body and soul belong to me. You know that. So, no more silly games my silly little girl.” he picked me up and cradled me close to his chest as he sped through the green forest back to the castle. Back to my prison.
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BRO I JUST A TOP TIER GAY IDEA. SO OUR FAVORITE HAIR STAND BABE GETS JEALOUS BECAUSE SOME CHICK KEEPS LIKE LOOKING HER AND KOICHI UP AND DOWN. SO SHES ALL "BITCH KOICHI IS MINE STEP OFF", AND CLASSMATE IS LIKE "Girl I ain't checking HIM out boo 👀"......IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITES
THIS WAS A BAD IDEA TO REQUEST THIS WHEN IM BEING A SAD PINING GAY FOR MY GIRLFRIEND.
You think she didn’t notice you staring at them? Staring with those big ol eyes?
You stared in class at them. Stared when they walked out of the school building, stared when she showered her handmade gifts on him. It was nauseating.
The smell of infidelity, it was something she could get a whiff of in the air like a beagle locked on the scent of butthole balloon cocaine at a TSA checkpoint. Be it if Koichi had a new love interest, or someone was interested in him. Not something someone as paranoid as her would be able to miss even if there were thousands of life’s distractions to put her off the scent. She caught you the first time when she had finally invited Koichi to a cozy little cafe setting, waltzing on by like you didn’t follow him part of the way and glance longingly at their love. She wasn’t fucking stupid. Yukako knew what a longing glance was, and she was going to wring your neck out for it.
Every single time she caught you staring you ran, face turning red as a beet as you scurried away from the scene. At one moment she got so caught up in Koichi’s hesitation that she spilled her coffee and screamed at him.
She also decided after that date and confession got tainted that she was going to slam your face into the pavement, because after she returned from showing that class rep bitch who Koichi really belonged to, she saw you sucking up to him, trying to get sympathy from her one true love. You both were in an empty classroom, Koichi patting your back as you wailed in agony at his feet, kneeling on the floor.
How dare you... how dare you make a move on him behind her back.
You were twisting your skirt in knots, probably trying to make sure he got a peep of your underwear. From where she stood she could see it was a rose print pattern. What a fucking... you were just after one thing weren’t you?!
“How could anyone love me?!” she heard you blubber like a dying walrus. “I... I’ve never even had a boy like me. I’m so stupid and ugly and worthless-...”
“Hey hey hey!”
Yukako was seething. Spewing lava and hate when she saw Koichi lunge to hold you, rubbing your back gently as you got your filthy pedestrian tears all over the blazer of his uniform.
“Don’t talk like that...” Koichi’s voice was so soft, so kind, nothing like Yukako had ever heard before.
“You’re not any of those things. I think you’re beautiful and smart, and funny, and anyone who can’t see that has got to be blind! I think you’re very sweet and lovable too.”
“Yeah! Totally, I mean if you were even interested I’d even go out with you!”
Now, it didn’t help that you had essentially turned the knife counter clockwise in her chest, sealing your fate forever to be just another teen casualty. Because her mounting rage was of Friday the 13th proportions, ready to burst through the window of your room with a machete in the dead of night and hang your entrails like fairy lights around your wall. She knew when she’d do it too. She was going to patiently bide her time and wait for your little “heart to heart” to end, lurking at the edge of the shadows and planning to ambush you when you least expect it.
That was the plan originally. She was waiting for you after school when there were no witnesses, confident she would get you. But how could she have any clue... Not the faintest idea of what to do came to her mind when she heard you cry out her name.
“Yukako! Yukako Yamagishi, I love you!”
She whipped around, almost too angry to hear what you said until she found herself immobile. You’d taken her hands, nearly falling out of your penny loafers when you leaned in, and you kissed her right on the mouth.
The whole time her eyes were wide open in shock. The mounting rage she felt... the burning flames of hatred, where did it go?! Suddenly her first kiss was gone and she noticed you didn’t really know what else to do from there because all you did was give her a quick peck and you were already shaking and out of breath.
She didn’t even focus that long on her kiss being taken by another girl, too busy wondering what had changed as she watched your eyes glitter wetly with tears.
“Yukako, I’ve loved you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you. I think you’re wonderful, and I don’t care if I’m weird or wrong or whatever, because I love you so much it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”
Yukako blinked. That’s all she could do. Didn’t really have the coherence to do much else except blink owlishly at you. All her feelings were in such a jumbled mess, like clothes in a dryer.
“I... I’m not good at sewing or cooking, I can’t give you material things like a sweater with love in the stitches or some adorable box lunch... I don’t even have money to buy you expensive presents. All I have is a heart full of all my love to give, and I’d do anything to make you happy. Will you... will you be my girlfriend?”
It was as if the fire that burned brightly in her heart had burned so hot and fast that every bad feeling, every negative thought or psychotic fantasy she had about you had suddenly gone up in smoke. Every single part of Yukako’s consciousness seemed only left to ash. You didn’t want Koichi. She heard that part as you continued to babble on helplessly despite her silence, completely unsure of how to respond as she learned the obsessive thoughts she had about one person had been the thoughts you had for her. You continued to pour out your heart, not giving her one opportunity to speak. Anyone could hear it in the way that you were talking to her that you were on the verge of breaking down into tears. Your face was contorted into embarrassment, from the kiss she could feel the heat of your cheeks radiating on her clammy skin. You were still holding her hands and she felt her whole body vibrate because of your nerves.
“Yuka-... I... Yamagishi?! I... I’m sorry...!” Now your voice was starting to crack when you realized she was immobilized. “I... I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have kissed you... I...”
Tears. Great fountains of tears and bubbles of snot appeared and melted like ice cream down your cheeks, lips and chin. Your voice only got more choppy and your legs started to give. Her silence was deafening. She didn’t even know what she felt anymore and could only just watch as you sank to her knees, still holding her hands and not making a move to wipe your face.
Without thinking, she squeezed your hands.
The shock of her touch made you squeak like a mouse being crushed under a combat boot. Yukako knelt down to the floor with you. One of her perfectly embroidered hankies peeped out of her skirt pocket, and she only let go of one hand to fish it out as she carefully wiped every tear and bubble, wordlessly telling you to blow your nose as she placed the cloth over your face.
A soft, pale hand touched your burning cheeks. Her skin was so clammy and cold, like a compress when you had a fever it helped soothe you into calming down. A hiccup sounded in your chest, making you look small and vulnerable.
You looked her in the eyes. Locked with her. She saw the passion. The love. The devotion and pure worship. Everything she wanted staring her in the face.
Still unsure, but willingly, Yukako leaned into your space. Her lips cushioned yours, begging for another first kiss.
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currently hyperfixating on beta au please gib me some amity accidently being obviously gay for luz
Oh boy where to even start.
We know Amity steals Luz’s jacket all the time but once she did it when Luz decided to try an experiment and wore like mint-scented perfume or something. So something smells awful and she sniffs the jacket and it smells of god-awful mint so now Amity is suffering and she knows Luz is being smug somewhere. But she sticks it out for a while before finding Luz and angrily throwing her jacket back at her and snaps “you better make it smell like you again or I’m going to tear it to shreds” and Luz does a double take n squints at her before saying “do you,,,,,smell my jacket????” and Willow is trying so hard not to wheeze in the background as Amity is frantically trying to cover it up that no she doesn’t snort Luz’s scent like a drug wym
Also a small thing but consider Luz being a dork n leaning up w her face beside Amity’s w a big ol’ grin n Amity REALLY wants to kiss her like to the point she’s starting to reach out to her n Luz is blinking at her like “oh fr??” but then at the last moment Amity grabs Luz’s beanie and pulls it over her eyes with a sneer n Luz is cursing her
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Wallflower AU (aka highschool au made w/ @bellfort3)
V i b e s
- hanging on the roof; walking across train tracks; skipping school; Lakes, yes, something with lakes; something with different types of sodas.
- My angsty teens are gonna have painted nails
- Tommy bleaches his hair; Wilbur dyes his hair black - dramatic fuck.
- Wilbur in eyeliner plz
- Wilbur wears doc martens; black, yellow, maroon, silver shiny
- Tommy's worn the same exact jean jacket for the past 5 years; it's 2 sizes bigger than he is; but he wears it every single day; it has fur on the inside; and its light washed with tears; the tears didn’t come like it; he's just ripped it over the years
- He doesn't wash it very often, but he's glued patches on it, and Wilbur's drawn on it in sharpie. He just layers hoodies or flannels under it when it’s cold, but still wears it when it's hot
- Tommy's also worn the same shoes for YEARS, they’re duct taped together at this point, they're white converse, they're not white anymore, and he's bleach-washed them SO many times that they permanently smell like chemicals.
- The laces are frayed, so bad that he doesn’t even wear the laces most days.
- Tommy doesn't shy from going in mud or water though, he'll wear the shoes to their fullest and then some.
- I think you can tell by now, that Tommy just doesn’t come from a lot of money.
- They live in a kind of run down town, very poor, old, smallish.
- Wilbur is middle class, which is very well off in the area he lives in.
- Wilbur gives off family disappointment vibes. Where he has to sneak out at night, Tommy can leave through his front door.
- Wilbur calls Tommy “sunshine”, but very sarcastically since Tommy is a dick :)
- Tommy has one of Wilbur's old beanies; it's black and monster branded, the monster logo is green
- Wilbur gave it to Tommy 3 years ago, and Tommy never gave it back
- btw Tommy's 17 and Wilbur's 19: Tommy's a junior and Wilbur's a senior
- Wilbur only drinks Green Apple Monster
- Tommy drinks sugar free redbull, but mostly only when Wilbur buys it for him, because Tommy usually doesn't have pocket change
- Wilbur and Tommy bring speakers to the train tracks and dance and by that, its them jumping around and occasionally pushing someone over
- Tommy uses his allowance to buy cigarettes; Wilbur vapes - both mentally ill
- Wilbur is essentially the modern emo. He has this one yellow and black flannel that's oversized, and he wears it multiple times a week - it’s a problem.
- Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo
- That’s the group.
- I have just been talking about Tommy and Wilbur but they are the main characters so you can suck it.
- A scene with Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo, at a lake, throwing each other in, and Tommy gets his shoes soaked, but he saves his jacket from the fall. Water gun fights, and they drink energy drinks and eat chips. they lay in the grass and contemplate life, Talk abt life yes. Abt existence. Abt how shit it is. Half of them have to wake up early and sneak home, the other half get to stay as long as they like.
- Tommy tucks his t-shirts into his pants, which are always very baggy black jeans with just gigantic holes.
- Tommy and Dream both have ADHD, however, Tommy's meds are purely from welfare, he cannot afford to give any out. Dream however? From an upper-middleclass family. Basically millionaires in this town. He can afford to lose some of his meds.
- He yells in the clearing "COME GET YOUR DRUGS CHILDREN"
- Besides, I've learned that there are like so many different ADHD meds, and maybe Tommy is just on something a lot stronger than adderall. He can't partake in the pill popping, but he doesn't mind. He does it every morning.
- They don't do it often, maybe once a month, depends on how big Dream's prescription is - not that he regularly takes them like a good boy should
- And I won't ever write this, but Gogy hangs out with them every so often, in which Gogy and Wilbur have an on and off again hooking up type relationship
- whenever they hang out, Gogy like sits and Wilbur's lap and shit - Tommy and Punz GAG
- "EW the fuck - get your hands off eachother. ITS GROSS - NO PDA IN MY BACKYARD"
- They hang out in an abandoned Building. But they don't try to fix it up. They're not fucking VSCO girls. They just want somewhere to hang out
- If anything they make it worse - they fucking trash the place
- It’s not intentional though - It’s like they can have fun without worrying abt the mess
- just, sometimes they spill hawiian punch mixed with vodka everywhere
- THEY GHOST HUNT AND OUIJA BOARD AND SHIT
- They hang out in cemeteries too. they play manhunt in a cemetery, but like the regular version- like just hide and go seek in the dark.
- they've done seances even though almost all of them are atheists
- anyways the point of the fact is, is that half of them (excluding the minors you know) I'm looking at you Karl and Q - somethings going on between you two have made out with guys, and I'm not gonna sugar coat it, most modern like takes on religion do not take kindly to that
- they go to prom
- and Dream somehow ends up with a ton of weed, because he had just turned old enough, and had the money
- and they get fucking high OUT of their minds, like they're never doing it again
- like, George and Wilbur definitely hooked up at Wilbur's house, which they aren't supposed to do - because Wilbur's parents will fucking flip that Wilbur is sleeping with a random person. No one is quite sure where SapNap ended up, and Tommy lost one of his shoes. In a panic, they spent the next 3 hours looking for it to find it at the lake by the school - Tommy fucking cradles it to his chest.
- (are wilburs parents homophobic?) (yes maybe a little side of homophobia) (Is wilbur bisexual or gay?) (he is ‘whoever the fuck looks bangable’) (fair enough) (he is ‘gogy my king’) (TRUUUE)
- the bleachers - they hang out under the bleachers
- Gogy = Stylish stoner
- very popular, but never not high
- Karl is like the goody two-shoes of the group, doesn't skip class, and is on the principals list, however, he will NEVER back down from space brownies - its his weakness
- Tubbo has a subway pass, and they do that thing where Tubbo swipes it and everyone fucking bolts into the subway, and they take all the trains at like 4am and just hang from the bars and shit
- Wilbur still dresses relatively like, nicely and scholarly, which puts everyone off. He wears very loose sweaters with button-ups underneath. with khakis or black jeans and his docs
- where his best friend, our Tommy, wears borderline yellow converse, and one bleached two-sizes-too-large jean jacket, and some second-hand-store hoodies, that are always a bit too worn in, but so, incredibly Tommy
- Tommy who legit hasn't brushed his hair in years, not with a brush anyways - too frantic to brush his teeth most mornings. but always chewing gum; Tommy's always everywhere at once
- ADHD meds only half-working on him, they couldn't afford the good shit
- He'll never quite understand Dream handing out his adderall for free, Tommy would kill for the hard shit, but hey, he's never gonna stop his friends from having a good time
- Let's talk about Karl Jacobs
- good ole' goody two shoes Jacobs
- all of his teachers are constantly trying to get him to stop hanging out with Tommy and gang
- every parent teacher conference is "we love your boy, but we are concerned about his friends"
- Teachers have meetings with him, about how the people you surround yourself with can change your future
- Karl's like, from the good side of town, plays first in the drumline, plays violin on the side, straight a's, clean-white-air-force-ones type of guy. Name brand clothes. Combed hair
- Packed lunch every day from his mom; gets dropped off by his mom, kisses her goodbye; Mom is like very involved in school too - PTA parent
- it's fucking good kid Jacobs
- and he's sneaking off with fucking potheads to go to college parties and abandoned buildings
- Does he do drugs? Well, he’s a big fan of treats if you know what I mean :wink wink:
- ….you ever see Ted's video about a 500mg edible …. yeah.
- big fan of gummy bears and brownies
- Karl shows up to Parties and there are shouts of "Fuckin' goody-two-shoes Jacobs is HERE"
- a lot of people make fun of him and think they can push him around - He seems like a softie; welcome mat type beat
- but fucking watch this man chug 5 cups of whatever you give him, and then still win beer pong - Like his best friend is fucking quackity, he can do the hard shit
- its very much a his parents have no clue who he actually is type beat
- Look, his parents have no clue where he is ever
- And if they even know he’s out, they don’t know where or with who
- If his mom is at all involved in the school, she'll hear about Quackity, basically a drug dealer with how much hash weed he hands out on a daily basis.
- Tommy has to be contained in order for the school to run smoothly, and Wilbur is a dramatic fuck that sleeps through most of his classes
- Tommy has to take frequent breaks
- They make him spend 3rd period in the principles office
- Like he obviously needs help but he can’t afford it at all. Even the school can’t do anything for him bc he can’t get anything official for himself - like he can't even try to concentrate
- He gave up so quickly in high school, bc they don’t have enough time or staff to help him
- he tried in middle school - but man, did he give up in highschool
- Yeah. He knows it is hopeless. Can't even afford college anyway. he'll just do whatever Wilbur does
- here's an idea: Fucking Karl Jacobs showing up to school one morning just absolutely hammered out of his mind
- Karl just showing up to first period AP Physics, and he's barely awake, honestly smells so much like weed and booze, and if he breathed anywhere near you, you could just feel the alcohol radiating from his breath
- He's extra bubbly, laughs at everything - takes out his notebook to take some sort of notes, and just fucking giggles at the shapes and equations. He is very spacy, he clearly stayed up all night doing something very illegal; he gets up and jumps around. 2nd period band? oh boy
- He gets sick at lunch bet
- Like everyone got Drunk but Karl got FUCKED up
- It was his birthday, bet
- He took like 17 shots over the course of like 8 - 12ish hours, and I looked it up, despite karl being super scrawny and probably like 140 - 150ish pounds - which isn't a lot for being 5'11 - will not kill him
- BECAUSE, you guessed it, he turned 17
- He didn't sleep, he was awake taking shots and just fucking who knows what until 6am when they stumbled to school
- at lunch, 11:30 in the morning
- he's head down on the table, miserable
- he doesn't have a hangover yet, because it's only been a few hours, but man, is he nauseous - just the smell of food makes his stomach churn
- and the thing about fucking Jacobs showing up drunk as hell - is that at least one of his teachers has called his mom about it
- SHES PRESIDENT OF THE PTA FOR FUCKS SAKE, ONE OF THEM KNOWS HER
- And the teachers aren't stupid, Karl is so obviously drunk
- generally Karl is pretty quiet in class; but now he has no distinction between hanging with hs friends and being in class - he's shouting and cracking jokes and is very tempted to kick his chair over
- Anyways, Karl fucks himself over, end of story
- ONTO PUNZ’S RELGIEOUS TRAUMA WOOOOOOOOOOOO
- It's Punz
- fuckin' golden boy Punz; he plays football; and goes to church; and calls his mother "momma"; wears a nice church outfit; and is polite to the bible study mothers that come over on tuesday nights and gets them drinks
- just a fuckin' golden boy
- A religious family. Go to church every Sunday. Sunday school. Holidays. But. The kid just realizes that they don’t believe in god. Them telling the group like they’re high and he’s like “you know? Some of the shit that’s happened to us proves to me that god rlly isn’t real.”
- and Punz like prays every day for Tommy's dad to get his job back; or for Gogy to get better parents; or for Karl to live the life he wants; and NOTHING EVER WORKS. THEY'RE ALL STILL FUCKED.
- by the way we will get the the Tommy's dad losing his job later
- But Punz's life is controlled by something he doesn't even believe in anymore
- because he's still going to the like church breakfasts, and christmas service, and every sunday morning, and helping his mom's ladies bible study, and his parents are talking about sending him to a youth bible camp -
- and he doesn't even think he believes in god anymore.
- Punz kind of took out his own personal, religious, and family struggles out the way most teenage boys do. Drinking, and lots of sex.
- SO I just imagined this like, really dramatic moment, where its the morning after Punz had a one night stand at some sort of party down the street, and he's long past saving his virginity for his wife, but he's buying her the morning after pill, which his church is just so against, and he has like the moment of, "if you do this, you're done." and he does it
- he's had a couple of those moments, like, when he first had sex, and when he first smoked weed, or popped a pill, or snuck out at night, or skipped church - but that was the moment of "there is no going back"
- like any type of drug or procedure that aborts an embryo, or that blocks fertilization thats already in process in like: the biggest no no in his church community
- so once he stepped out of that drug store, he kind of took a breath, and just came to terms with it
- "I'm an atheist."
- Punz is the pastors son.
- he's like, pre-commited to a catholic college - he’s in deep.
- so when he first announces it to his friends, one really late night, "I think god might not be my thing."
- they just start whistling and say "FINALLY, THE PASTORS SON HAS TURNED AROUND."
- Dream just like turns over to him "how many chicks did you fuck to make you realize that?"
- Tommy just slings his arm over Punz, "I'm glad you've quit the Jesus shit, Punz. Your better than it."
- There’s gotta be this girl ok. He rlly rlly wants to have sex with her but he always backs out. The thing that breaks him. Is that he gets drunk and loses his virginity to someone who is not that girl
- like, he likes this girl, and has a good connection with her, and she likes him, and he knows that its gonna be comepletly consentual, and she's like fucking beautiful right? - and she's the one he wants to loose it to
and he's a stupid fucking idiot and loses it to some fucking random ass chick that doesn't even go to their school
- This triggers a spiral. After that? He slowly starts giving less of a fuck abt everything. He fucked up the one thing you can’t do over and god he’s so painfully aware of it and so painfully aware that he didn’t even fuck up right.
- You’re supposed to wait till marriage. Nope. You’re supposed to do it with someone you love and trust. Double nope. He. Fucked. Up.
- its just like he wanted to do something bad. he wanted to fuck something up. he was questioning his faith, his like, great and sturdy and always-there faith for the first time, and what better way to test faith than to do something shitty and see what comes of it. and so he was planning and planning and planning how he was gonna do this terrible thing - which is such a good kid thing to do, to put so much thought into your own rebellion - but he wanted this to go perfectly.
- Little Pastors Son, Punz, wasn't gonna wait till marriage.
- He was gonna have sex with the girl of his dreams before they were even dating - but man did he like her. Did he want her.
- And then he fucked some random girl when he was black out drunk. He's fucked everything up - he can't wash this away with confession - he's tainted. He's dirty.
- He looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize the heathen staring back.
- He hates who he's become.
- But he never goes back - he can't. He's dirty. He's wrong.
- but the more he goes down the spiral - the more he realizes that one mistake shouldn't have made him feel like that
- that if god was real, which he honestly wasn't sure in that department, he wouldn't want Punz to feel like the scum of the earth for doing something wrong. especially when he felt so bad after he did it. This system was fucked. He didn't want to be apart of another cycle
- and he's just lying to himself every time he goes to church, and reads a cerse for his mom, and meets with younger kids at the church, and plays flag football with fucking church virgins who are good catholics and follow all their mommas orders
- And every night when he says grace he means it less and less. he always does it when his momma asks, but boy does the lords word mean shit to him anymore
- A turning point to the others in Punz's breakaway from Catholicism is like
- He prays before he eats, usually. Sometimes they wait for him to finish his prayer before eating themselves, just out of politeness. He's a friend, he gets that shred of etiquette
- And then one day he just doesn't. They got some fast food for a whole group dinner out at their hangout spot (a warehouse, did you say??) Tommy is staring at it intently but he waits for Punz to pray. Tubbo's already started eating but the rest wait
- And Punz just starts eating
- Dream nudges him, "No prayer, Pastor's boy?"
- "No prayer," Punz mumbles into his food. "I'm trying something new."
SO, TOMMYS DAD LOSING HIS JOB ARC W000000000
- it starts with Tommy showing up in a different jacket one day
- like you have to understand, he's worn this jean jacket every single day for as long as WIlbur has known him, which is like 6 years
- Like Tommy shows up in this giant, khaki work-jacket and it's his dads...
- HIS DAD DIDNT DIE
- his dad lost his job, which is essentially death to a family who already couldn't sustain themselves
- and Tommy shows up to school, face pale and cheeks sunk in and there are visible bags under his eyes
- and Wilbur just rushes over immediately and hugs him so tight to his chest
- and Tommy just sobs, "pops lost his job -" gasp "I can't - we can't pay the bills this month. everything - its all falling apart Will."
- "Hey - hey. Stop. It's gonna be fine. You're gonna be okay. You always are dude."
- Tommy does have to get a job
- and he probably does drop out of school unofficially, like he just stops going.
- he sleeps during the morning classes, and heads into work at 10am
- he's a carpenters assistant. it pays well as they need young, able men. but most of the younger citizens in the town go to school
- he has to take the day shift because the day shift pays better
- he doesn't mind it, he doesn't - it gives him the opportunity to get all of his energy out; but he misses going to school. as much as he hated it, he misses his friends.
- and lets be honest, its hard as fuck for his dad to find a new job, he doesn't have a great resume - he didn't graduate from highschool. and he isn;t in top health condition, he definitely doesn't have health insurance
- so Tommys stuck with this job for a long time
- his dad uses his last paycheck to buy Tommy workboots so tommy feels in debt to him
- He’ll get his GED eventually.
- I think
- The like religious status of the rest of the group brought to you by me
- Everyone who I don’t mention is just a hard atheist
- Karl and Wilbur are catholic, but to a lesser extent, Wilbur doesn't really go through with lent, and Karl only sometimes does. They go to a different church and go pretty much on holidays only, a sunday a month maybe.
- SapNap goes to Punz's church, they've been friends for years.
- He goes to sunday school but misses a lot of sermons because of his siblings sports games.
- He is involved, but not to the way Punz is - SapNap's mother is in fact in Punz's moms bible group
- Punz sometimes doesnt attend the bible group and Sap's mother is all "now you tell that pastor's boy to actually attend next time, got it?" and Sapnap dies a little on the inside
- And George is an orthodox christian, but he's pretty much quit due to the blatant homophobia he's seen at his church.
AND NOW ON WILBUR SOOT AND KARL JACOBS AND BARKING
- Wilbur has siblings, fun fact
- that we will never talk about or address
- but definitely nothing like Wilbur, more the Karl Jacobs type
- Wilbur is the oldest. he's always lectured about being 'a good influence on your brother and sister.'
- They’re big sports kids. Softball and Basketball (tall genes). Straight Bs; Bed by 10pm; Have never missed school
- Parents pride and joy :)
- Just good suburban kids, Have friends next door, help the neighbors, attend the cul-de-sac barbecues.
- Basically who Wilbur used to be up until highschool (until Wilbur met weed and a good group of stoners)
- Sure he was a disappointment and he had no clue what to do with his life - But he was happier
- Never really liked being the goody- two-shoes boy next door, he doesn't know how karl does it “Playing good boy like a dog”
- Also he used dog terms around Karl
- Because he’s “Playing good boy like a dog”
- He’ll throw Karl a beer and smile “go fetch”
- He laughs so hard when he sees Karl be good in a class or play it up for his parents; Because Wilbur’s so past trying
- Wilbur will walk by and just bark at karl. Bet. Just Growls lowly; Walks in a circle; Anything to make Karl’s parents (or Wilbur’s own) stare at him and scurry away
- Karl’s parents push Karl forward and like hold their younger kids close to their chest, whispering “keep close, don’t look at him”
- They tell Karl to stay away from kids like him.
- And boy do Wilbur’s pa#rents hate it, They push him along and whisper yell at him As he throws his head back and cackles
- I mean imagine, like a stereotypical middle class suburban family: House wife, blue collared father, Two kids; in sports jerseys, Girl in braids, boy in khakis
- And then there’s Wilbur: Doc Martins, black jeans, collar and sweater, beanie. Definitely high on something
- Chains LOTS OF CHAINS
- And he's Barking. Fucking Barking At the nice family down the street
- And then he takes out his vape right in front of his parents and silently offers Karl a hit with a smirk
- Cause Karl’s too busy playing good boy
- And as Karl’s family looks back, as Wilbur is corralled by his mom
- He flips them off with the biggest smirk uou will ever see
- Wilbur's kind of an ass
- And Karl really wants a hit of that vape.
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Can you do a zuko x male reader or gender neutral. It could be about the reader witnessing the agni Kai and watching zuko get banished. The reader tries to go with zuko but zuko doesn’t want the reader to get hurt. Years later they meet at the boiling rock. You can take it from there. I love your writings and I’ll keep supporting you 💕
a/n: oooooh! thank you anonnie!! i appreciate your requests!!!
lets get it!
okay so you and zuko were TURTLEDUCK BUDDIES
attached to the hip basically
azula HATED how close you two were bc hello she’s right here???
i mean you and zuko trained together
fed ducks together
you knew you liked zuko alot but you didn’t understand?
like you started to get flustered around him
same with zuko
and azula was PLOTTING NOW
she doing a think rn with one of her BRILLIANT ideas 😐
“oh n/n! zuzu! come play a game with us!”
zuko’s flight or fight reflexes are triggered and he’s ready to DIP
but you r unfortunately intrigued
“oh okay ‘zula! cmon zu!”
cue azula’s smug lil grin
she puts an apple on your head and makes you stand in front of the fountain
you’re like ???? is this the game?
azula’s like it is n/n it’ll be fine
it was NOT fine
she damn near burnt you to a crisp if it wasnt for zuko tackling you into the fountain
now azula, ty lee and mai are LAUGHIN
but we all know mai lwk a lil jelly
you and zuko are embarrassed as fuck
you both are soaked and he’s hovering over you
mr zuzu looking real pretty
he just turns red and pulls you up before running away
zuko is like ???? boys are cute especially this one???
you two still remained close after this incident
two lil gays boys who are trying to not crush on e/o
(im sorry the only thing i can think about when i think of zuko is his gay ass lil scream in the prototype pilot episode)
(nigga said wwAHHH)
azula teased you about zuko speaking out against a general and their dad is angry and you’re like oh shit
suddenly you arent allowed to visit zuko anymore
and you’re like wtf no no let me in
the guards said no
you’re so paranoid too
is he okay?
what fully happened?
soon the agni kai is announced to happen
and you are seated next to iroh and azula
you’re clutching onto your pants as you watch zuko walk into the arena
you really dont want him to get hurt
your eyes widened as you watched zuko’s father walk into the arena and your heart drops
zuko is clearly surprised and frightened
tears are rolling down your cheeks bc you are so so so scared for him
iroh covers your eyes as he looks away when zuko got burned and you could feel your heart break as you listened to his cries of pain
you cried out as iroh pulled you into a hug
you and iroh immediately rushed to the infirmary to get to zuko
you push past those guards and nurses bc you are on a MISSION
aint nobody getting in your way like this bc you will STOMP they asses out
you are not leaving his side
“z-zu are you okay? can you hear me?”
“m-m/n? where are you? i cant see”
zuko is starting to panic due to the fact his left eye is patched close
you hold his hand “i’m right here zu. shh im here”
he’s so overwhelmed too poor baby
“u-uncle? w-where is he?”
“right here zuko.”
you help him sit up and he grabs a mirror immediately
he frowns at his reflection
“you’re still handsome zuko.” you said
iroh pretended to not see that blush that sat on zuko’s cheeks
“i-i’ve been banished, m/n.”
“i’m banished from here. the only way i can come back is if i capture the avatar.”
“but he’s been gone for years zuko! let me come with you”
“no! it’ll be too dangerous”
“how? we trained together! grew up together? how is it too dangerous?”
“no m/n! i dont want to lose you!”
“you wont lose me zuko.”
“you dont know that. you arent coming with me.”
you and him went back and forth
after he shaved his hair and was about to board his boat you pulled him away
then you confessed right then and there
i mean you didnt know when you’ll see him again
“i like you zuko. more than a friend”
“i like you.”
“are you for real? this isnt a joke right? like azula didn’t put you up to this?”
“no she didnt.”
“oh thank the spirits. i like you too.”
and yall have this lil awkward ass kiss
just a short lil peck?
i mean yall are 12/13 and two boys you think they gonna go all out tonguing niggas? lmao
you two hug before iroh calls him over
“i’ll wait for you zuko”
“i’ll try my best.”
and he’s gone
over the years zuko was gone he was so sad
“if i capture the avatar i can come back to the fire nation and m/n”
but clearly the whole LeMmE cAtCh tHe AvAtAr thing was dropped when he got that glow up
(neya said 🦋🦋🦋🦋 whenever they look at zuko cmon NOW.)
now they’re otw to boiling rock
“my first girlfriend turned into the moon.”
“that’s rough buddy.”
and sokka’s like you ever dated someone before?
zuko’s like..... two people?
“that knife throwing girl?”
“her and m/n. though we never got to date bc at the time i was literally banished. i miss him alot though.”
bi king ✨
“what if he’s at the boiling rock?”
“then i’ll find him.”
sokka’s like yes my man get your MANS
“okay so we look for my dad, suki and your husband”
“he’s not my husband sokka.”
“..... my dad, suki and your husband”
“omfg shut your trap.”
these pair of himbos finally get inside and are on a MISSION
sokka’s like heheheeh suki time
zuko’s hopeful that you’re here or at least alive
after sokka and suki have their lil reunion zuko wanders off and asks around
“do you have a prisoner by the name of m/n?”
“why do you ask, newbie?”
“uhhh the warden sent me to him.”
“oh. there.” pointing to a door
zuko has to CONTAIN the excitement and nods before speed walking off
he throws open that door so quickly
you on the other hand is ready to rumble “i TOLD YOU I DONT FUCKING HAVE IT”
zuko just closes the door behind him and takes off his helmet
you’re like hol up wait wait zuko????
and he nods with a big ol grin on his face
you just hug him so fucking tight
maybe there were some tears shed
you pick him up and twirl him around
zuko’s like holy SHIT
and you pull back to just look at him
“you’re still as handsome as i remember you, zu.”
“so are you, n/n...”
he’s just so awestruck
the person he has been looking forward to seeing for 3/4 years is right infront of him
yall just kiss
sokka now gotta pull a zuko and bang on that door
“yALL DOING THINGS IN THERE??? HURRY UP”
“shut UP sokka”
zuko puts his helmet back on and grabs your hand
yall finally dip and are otw tf outta there
“oh shit zuko he’s cute”
“im happy with suki relax sir”
zuko is clingy and was hugging you the whole time
not that you minded bc you missed him dearly
when yall got back and he introduces you
the group minus toph is like “ZUKO’S GAY????”
toph is like “I FUCKING CALLED IT”
except for the fact zuko wouldnt let you go anywhere by yourself
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Hi I’m not the original anon, but I would also love to see that! Always down for some good ol O’knutzy angst
Ask and you shall receive! I’m so sorry it took me so long but life is being stressful at the moment and is going to be for some time but better late than never... right? It turned out to be more hurt/comfort than angst, I hope that's alright
credit for the boys goes to @lumosinlove
Thank you to @spookypotato for being an amazing person, betaing this at an ungodly hour
CW insecurity, mentions of food but only briefly
It was the first warm and sunny day of the year and the team had a day off so they decided to meet up at the park, a whole bunch of hockey players spread all over the grass. Cap and Loops where laying on a blanket, making little flower crowns for each other, Pots was throwing Harry in the air, who’s giggling made everybody’s heart go wide. Dumo and Celeste where cuddling on a bench while watching their kids on the playground.
Regulus was currently seated next to Leo. The two of them were chatting about the newest videogame, while Logan let his gaze wander. Every couple on his team could show affection in public and for a blissful second Logan let himself think about how it would be, if he could kiss Leo or hold Finn’s hand now. It wasn't like he didn't want it, of course he wanted to show the world how much he loved his boys but, well, he was scared. He was scared of the reaction because this wasn’t “just” another gay couple in the NHL, no, this was a polyamorous relationship in the NHL. It was a big deal.
The day went by in a heartbeat and soon the three of them were back in the apartment, getting ready to call it a day. Finn and Logan were already in their bed, while Leo was still in the kitchen preparing some food for tomorrow, cleaning up the last bits from the morning.
Logan was not well known for talking about his thoughts and feelings, but for once he felt like sharing, so he turned around to face Finn.
“Finn?” Logan’s voice was uncharacteristically small, which was why Finn’s head almost immediately snapped towards him.
“Are you finally going to tell me what has been on your mind all day long?”
Logan didn’t even question how he knew. It was quiet for another minute.
“Do you think Leo deserves better?”
Finn put his book down and let out a sad sigh.
“Lo, you have no idea how much I think about that. Like today? I want to give him what the others have but- but-”
“You don’t have to explain. I know exactly what you are talking about,” Logan’s voice was thick with tears by now, “I just want him to have the happiness with someone who is ready to share it with the world. And- and he does so much else.”
Finn nodded and pulled him against his chest not even trying to stop the few tears in his eyes from spilling over. They didn’t hear Leo’s footsteps so they were a bit surprised when the door opened and Leo stepped in with two steaming mugs of tea.
Said blonde boy nearly dropped the hot liquid the moment he saw the state his boyfriends were in. Leo hastily set the cups on the nightstand, hurrying into the bathroom to get some tissues, grabbing two hoodies on the way to the bed. He new for a fact that his clothes always made them feel better.
“Don’t cry. I hate it when you cry. What happened?” Leo’s voice was incredibly soft and caring.
Logan wiggled a bit in Finn’s arms to look at him.
“Leo, why are you still with us?”
“Because I love you,” there was no hesitation in his voice.
“But-“ Logan’s voice broke a bit, “We can’t give you something like Cap and Loops have just yet, Finn and I aren’t ready and you do so much for us Knutty. God, we would be so lost without you and we give back so little.”
Logan looked at Leo with such a confused look in his eyes, it broke Leo’s heart. Couldn’t they see it? He grabbed both of their hands, carefully intertwining their fingers.
“And that’s us, that’s how we work and it’s all I need. I’m not ready yet either, but the team knows, we know and that’s perfect. Look, you give me more than you think you do. Maybe you don’t put your clothes back where they belong and maybe you don’t like to vacuum, but who cares about things like that? You two give me everything. You give me love, understanding, acceptance, you give me a reason to wake up in the morning and isn’t that what’s most important?”
All Logan and Finn could do was to gape and Leo chuckled a bit.
“Peanut, how are you the youngest again? Screw college, what did we go to Harvard for?” Finn said, wiping his face with his sleeve.
Logan wasn’t even listening, instead, he lurched forward and gave Leo the kiss of his lifetime. He moved his lips carefully and with so much love, Leo was very close to combusting at the feeling.
“I love my life.”
Leo and Logan parted, laughing slightly.
“What about you Fish? What can I do for you?” Leo asked while taking Finn’s hand in his again.
“I could just use a hug.”
And that was something Leo definitely could provide.
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Hello! I’m feeling kinda in the gutter and was wondering if you could do some hcs about team Gai (not including Gai) with a fem!SO who is afraid of falling into a relationship like her divorced parents? I know I put in a lot of asks to you and I’m not sure if this falls out of guidelines but I’d really appreciate it. Have a lovely day (or night)!
hi dear!! no worries at all, im happy to fill this request! im sorry you’ve been feeling down lately, though... ☹️I hope that my lil writings can at least put a smile on your face in some way (im also still getting to your other request, so look forward to that too!! I just felt that this was important to write first ❤️) enjoy!
This here is a supportive boyfriend (but you already knew that)
He’s such a good listener and will sit with you and do whatever you feel most comfortable: he can simply listen, offer words of encouragement or advice. But please tell him what you like best!
No matter what choice you make, though, he will be holding your hand the entire time.
Lee really wants to live the rest of his days with you (if you would like that), but he understands your worry and concern about ending up in a similar predicament to your parents
He will swear on his youth that he will not let that happen between you, ever. And this is a man that always keeps his promises
Will cuddle with you all day, just to remind you that he’ll always be here for you
Neji is not very good at consoling people... but he has learned a lot from being in a relationship and we can safely say that he’s gotten a lot better at being empathetic
For the most part, Neji will quietly listen to your concern and not say a word until he knows that you’ve completely gotten your message across (he hates to be interrupted and would never do it to you either)
He’s not very good with these kinds of words, but all he wants you to know is that you and him will never be that way
There are few things worse to him than losing you (or pushing you away), and that fear has kept him up at night more times than he’s willing to admit
Neji knows that it’s easy to promise something like that, but it’s more about reassuring you in the here and now and making sure you understand his intentions
He loves you, like a lot. You’ve gone through so much seeing your parents get divorced, and he’ll be damned if he makes you experience it firsthand
Tenten’s heart hurts for you. Not in a mocking or fake way, but she knows you so well that she can actually feel the pain in your voice when you talk to her about your worry
She knows for a fact that your relationship will never go down that path, not as long as she lives.
But right now, she knows it’s important to listen. Your fears are understandable, as she’s heard about your experience seeing your parents get divorced
Once you’ve explained everything, she’ll pull you into a big ol’ bear hug. She will probably tear up a bit at the idea of you and her drifting apart that way, but she steels herself for you
Tenten lightens the mood and tells you that, unfortunately, you’re stuck with her for life!
You ain’t goin’ nowhere on this wild, crazy, stupid, amazing ride that is life without her right there by your side
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21 History Ancedotes for my 21st Birthday
So today I celebrate my 21st birthday and I have decided to gift you all with 21 of my favourite historical Ancedotes. Some are funny, some are sad and some are plain bizarre but I hope the make your day 💜
Mary Maloney, an Irish-born suffragette in England followed Winston Churchill around while he was campaigning for a seat in Parliament, drowning out everything he said with a very large bell and calls for him to apologise for his comments on women's rights and suffrage movements.
Clodius Pulcher was a well born Roman noble during the last day's of the Republic. He gave up his Patrician status to become Tribune of the Plebs (an office in which one had to be a Pleb) by being adopted by a much younger Plebian man who became his "father". Clodius was a bit of a riot, sneaking into religious festivals dressed like a woman to sleep with Caesar's wife, building a shrine to Liberty in the ruins of the Conservative Cicero, vetoed the last speech of one of the Consuls (who basically did nothing all year and was apparently going to roast Caesar) and burned down the Senate House with his funeral pyre (the Plebs who loved him literally tearing up the furniture to build his pyre). He was honestly the best fun.
When laying on her deathbed, Queen Caroline of Ansbach turned to her husband George II of England and told him he should marry again. George refused to ever wed again... But added he would have mistresses. Caroline said , likely with a roll of her eyes, "oh my god that doesn't matter."
Florence was a pretty cool city in the Renaissance until Savanorola came to town. He disliked the loose living artists that crowded the city, with their naked pagan gods and rampant homosexuality. He expelled them all with help of the French hoping to make Florence Holy Again. When the Borgia Pope excommunicated him and sentenced him to death, one man in the crowd was reported to have said. "thank God, niw we can return to sodomy." One Floretine man in the 1490s said Gay Rights.
So this list couldn't be complete without an entry of the only American politician I love, Alexander Hamilton who was just a walking entity of sass. I could go on about his sharp sarcasm or his disaster bi vibes with John Lauren's but my all time favourite Alexander Hamilton ancedote has to be this exchange with Thomas Jefferson "There are approximately 1010300 words in the English language, but I could never string enough words together to properly explain how much I want to hit you with a chair."
Caterina Sforza was an Italian noble woman during the Renaissance. She was apart of the powerful Sforza family, which drew many enemies to her. One fateful day at Forli, Caterina's children were snatched as hostages. The besiegers threatened to kill her children if she did not cede the castle. Caterina refused, lifting her skirts and shouted to the besiegers that she had the means to make more children.
Hannibal Lecter's creator Thomas Harris was happy to end his great character's story with the original trilogy. However his publishers forced him to write an unneeded prequel explaining why Hannibal became Hannibal. Thomas Harris agreed lest he lose the rights to his character so he wrote Hannibal Rising, where Hannibal as a young man hunts down the Nazis who ate his sister with a katana.
Nell Gwyn is my favourite mistress of Charles II, mainly because of her sass. Once while trapped in the middle of a riot where Londoners swamped her carriage thinking she was Charles's Catholic mistress. She popped her head out the carriage and told the people "Pray good people be civil. I am the Protestant whore." She also dosed her rival Moll Davis with laxatives in order to free up some of Charles's time and she once flashed her underwear at the French ambassador after asking him why the Franch King did not pay her to spy on Charles because she was with him every night. A true Queen.
Emperor Ai of the Han Dynasty of China once rose from his bed to go do some ruling when he realised his lover, Dong Xian was sleeping on his sleeve. Rather than disturb his lover, the Emperor cut his sleeve off at the wrist to leave Dong Xian nap. Nothing has ever been more romantic than that. Y'all could never.
Princess Margaret the sister of current Queen Elizabeth II was a socialable Princess and often tasked to visit the up and coming music stars of the day on behalf of the Crown. When meeting the Beatles one evening, she noticed George Harrison was acting a little odd. When she asked what was the matter, he replied "We arent allowed eat until you go." Princess Margaret laughed and promptly left so the Beatles could get some dinner.
During the Siege of Jadotsville, Irish soldiers under the flag of the UN were attacked and besieged by local insurgents allied with the Katanga Regime. The insurgents numbered thousands while the Irish only had 158 soldiers, all who were lightly armed. They radioed to their allies assuring them that "we will hold out until our last bullet is spent. Could use some whiskey though".
Napoleon was famous for writing raunchy letters to his wife, the Empress Josephine while he was away. She used to reply with really mundane letters or not at all. She really just could not be bothered with him.
Josip Broz Tito was so fed up with Joseph Stalin sending assassins to kill him, he wrote to Stalin personally to say "If you don't stop sending assassins to kill me. I will send one to Moscow and I won't have to send another." It didn't work but Big Dick Energy.
Successful Roman soldiers returning from war often got to march along in parades known as Triumphs. During this, it was customary for them to sing bawdy songs about their commander. One surviving one about Caesar goes like this "Romans, lock up your wives. Here comes the bald adulterous whore. We pissed away your gold in Gaul and come to borrow more."
Matilda, Lady of the English was a woman so badass that history cannot handle her. She was the daughter of Henry I who left his throne to her after the death of her brother. She was away in France when her father died and her throne was snatched by her cousin Stephen. They battled back and forth for years with neither side ceding any ground. Matilda was once besieged in a castle during a snow storm, with Stephen's men all around her. Instead of fighting her way out. She simply donned a white cloak and walked out of the castle. Just walked out without any of Stephen's men seeing her.
Pedro of Portugal once fell in love with a beautiful lady in waiting called Inez de Castro. For years, they lived as man and mistress, popping out a few kinds. Pedro's dad really did not like Inez and wanted Pedro to find a legitimate wife so he had her killed. Pedro returned home to find the mother of his children dead. Pedro went a little crazy. He had all his father's assassins killed, ripping out their hearts as they had done to him. When Pedro ascended the throne, he demanded the Pope legitimize his children by Inez. The Pope not wanting to upset the King, said he couldn't because Inez was never crowned Queen. Pedro dug Inez up and crowned her as Queen, having all the nobility swear loyalty to her corpse. The Pope had no choice but to agree to his request.
A famously clever general once saved an entire city with an ingenious stragety to sit outside the city waiting for the attacking army to come. The attack had come to fast for the city to ready themselves for a Siege so, the general had to move quickly. He evacuated the city and took his place waiting for the army to come. The enemy forces stopped and took one look at him and bolted, thinking he meant to lure them in one of his famous traps.
Michaelangelo was really badly treated by the Vatican when he was painting the Sistine Chapel. He constantly fought with the Popes over the design and his work, which he was paid peanuts for. Michaelangelo got his revenge in his work, painting the gates of Hell behind the Papal Throne and an angel flipping the ol' fig (the Renaissance version of the bird) toward the Pope's chair.
Peter the Great was not a perfect guy. He kept serfdom as a practise in his kingdom, he had his son tortured to death and he could be an unpleasant guy. But Peter was a dreamer. He wanted nothing more to build a fleet for Russia and bring Russia beyond its borders. Peter took a gap year from ruling Russia to wander around Europe. When he stopped in England, he was granted Leicester House to chill in while he did his shipwright studies. It was here that Peter found a new passion. The wheelbarrow. Cue Peter and his new found English buddies drinking in Leicester House, punching the artwork and rolling each other around in barrels across the house's Great gardens.
Diogenes is hands down a walking shit post. He was a great thinker in Greece during the reign of Alexander but a rather dry, sarcastic wit. He lived in a pithos/a jar because he shunned all vanities and values of society. He trolled other philosophers, attending their debates to heckle them and eat loud foods through them. When Alexander the Great came to fan boy over him, saying that if he were not Alexander he would like to be Diogenes to which Diogenes just said "yeah me too, now get out of my sunlight."
Cosimo de Medici was the son of a Floretine banker with a great knowledge and love of art. Cosimo wished for Florence to release its potentially and join the Renaissance. He hired Filippo Brunelleschi to finsh the Great Dome of Santa Maria del Fiore which had láin unfinished for over a century, a symbol of a failure of ambition. The builders had lost the knowledge of creating a dome so large so it remained unfinished. Despite much opposition from the other nobility and denouncers of the Renaissance, Cosimo's dream of the completion of the dome was completed, making it the largest brick dome in creation at that time. There is nothing like achieving your dreams and certainly nothing like leaving a lasting reminder that screams 'I was right and you were wrong' to stand for centuries.
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Olive and Otto
This is an AU still set in the SW universe but a little to the right and maybe down the block. I want Leo to have a little secret!
This is the 19th chapter of this little series I have and it's a little spicy. Enjoy!
This is a big one!
TW/CW: Smut, Drama, Arguing, Questioning Sexuality, Food, Panic attack
Characters belong to @lumosinlove
Kids… Leo has kids. Leo has twins… TWINS! Finn was just blinking at them still as a statue while Leo's mom brought all the kids' stuff in and Leo was wiping the tears off the little boys, Otto, face. He must have left them to pursue his dream, suddenly he feels light headed, when Otto turns his head and on the right side just above his ear, he has a crescent shaped surgery scar. He watched Leo run his thumb over the scar lovingly and it makes sense.
Leo being the loving and considerate person he is, shaved the sides of his head like his… sons. INK had the right side of her head shaved too, was this because Otto was worried he wouldn’t fit in or something like that. Then Finn remembered the Tattoos! O&O behind Leo's ear on the right side of his head. Everything has a meaning.
The kids he would hear on Leo’s phone calls… Olive and Otto
Why would he keep them hidden from the team though. Why hide them from the world? If you search Leo you don’t find his offspring on his google profile. WHAT THE FUCK!
Holy shit, INK is the mother of Leo’s kids! No wonder they have such a special bond! Then again, they are both big ole gays so how the fuck does that work! He was so confused. He felt a tug on his pinky finger and looked down, those striking blue eyes stared up at him. Olive had the same shape of doe eyes that INK has, actually she looked so much like her except for her eye color, curly hair and… dimples. She was smiling at him and his heart melted into a puddle like ice cream on a hot day. He squatted down to her height and was surprise when she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered to him.
“Thank you for staying with daddy.” She pulled away after pecking him on the cheek and ran to find her mom. Putting a hand over his mouth he couldn’t help but smile. Finn has always loved kids but he couldn’t imagine having kids so young. Was he ready for this? Should he get involved with Leo and his family. What if he messed up and the kids grew up horribly and it was his fault. What if the kids just hated him, or if one of them hated him!
“Fish?” He looks up to see Leo looking at him nervous as he holds Otto on his hip. The child is nuzzling his neck and yawning, tired from the long car ride. “Are you okay?” Leo looked terrified, Finn was guessing that his twins had driven a few possible suitors away. Finn didn’t know if he could take care of a child, he could barely take care of himself. Leo was still a child, well not really but still.
“How old?” He looks at Otto who shy's away from him by shoving his face back into Leos neck. “How old were you?”
“15, it was the one time INK and I ever did anything like that” He is looking at the ground in shame. “It was a 1% chance, we even used protection and she was on birth control. She was on that because her cycle is so bad but we thought it wouldn’t happen, somehow it did. I wouldn’t trade them for the world.” He kisses Otto’s forehead and looks at Finn for a second then looks towards the kitchen where he can hear Olive and his mother laughing. “My mom was actually really excited, I had come out to her before we even knew INK was pregnant. She said she didn’t care as long as she got some form of grandkids.” He laughs a little and Otto whines as he jostled him. “That's when INK was kicked out and she lived with us, she dropped out of school for that year because it took such a toll on her body, I felt so guilty the entire time. Then this little thing developed a small tumor in his brain last year, had surgery and asked us to have hair like him.” He tickles Otto's stomach for a second, he wiggles and Leo puts him down as he runs to Olive.
“I never would have guessed”
“I try to keep them out of the public eye, my parents didn’t tell the world about me until I could decide if I wanted to be in the public eye. I plan to do the same for them, plus it isn’t safe. There is also the stigma of teenage parents, you know, bad parents who neglect their kids to go out and party. Stupid shit like that. I don’t want to hear it from the league, its my family. I don’t want to be criminalized for them. They’re my life!” Looking at Finn with eyes that are begging him to understand. “I send most of my paychecks to the kids because they need it more than me. They need me but I need to be here.” He sighs “Once they lay down for a nap we can talk about this more, okay?”
“Can I call Logan over to have this talk with him too?”
Leo swallowed as his nerves were coming back.
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Buddies, 7.3k words, T, (pre-Eddie/Buck, gay!Eddie, coming out)
After Eddie was shot, there were two big things he had to deal with - recovery, and the near-death realization that he was gay. The latter of which proved more difficult of the two. But as his recovery was aided by a physical therapist, Eddie also found someone to help him come to terms with his sexuality and find acceptance. Eddie wouldn't know where he'd be if Michael hadn't taken him under his wing.
However, the consequences of a failed date - encouraged by Michael - lead to something Eddie didn't think he'd be facing so soon. Coming out to his teammates. Will Eddie find the strength within himself to push through his fears? It shouldn't be too hard... right?
It’s too stifling for a fall morning in Los Angeles, Eddie thought, as he hopped out of the fire engine and sweat immediately dampened the collar of his jacket. He tugged on the fabric, huffing a tired breath through clenched teeth as he trotted after his teammates. Eddie soon fell into step beside Buck as Bobby began directing them where they were needed along the highway pileup. “Hen, Chim, attend to the drivers who are already outside their vehicles,” Bobby ordered, waving at the few bystanders leaning against cars and cradling different parts of their body, like arms and heads and one visibly bloody side with blood leaking through pale fingertips. Hen and Chimney immediately hurried there before the woman fainted from blood loss. Then, Bobby points at the two smoking cars fused together feet away. “Buck, Eddie, I want you to check on the drivers in each car and assess the damage. If you can get the occupants out safely, you have permission to do so.”
They nodded, Buck’s face stretching with a grin as he locked eyes with Eddie. “We got this, don’t we Eds?”
Eddie’s heart skipped at the nickname, and he blamed it on the weather. He blamed the warmth pooling in his cheeks, no doubt tinting his cheeks, on that, too. “Course we do.” He followed Buck towards the wreckage, asking, “Which one are you checking?”
“I’ll handle the Corvette,” Buck said, “always wanted to have my hands on one, anyway.”
“Guess that leaves me with the mini-van…”
Buck shrugged, splitting off wordlessly to inspect the red sports car that, in this moment, resembled an empty beer can littering the floor of a house party. You get what you pay for, in the end. Eddie stifled his giggle, sobering to a more serious expression as he rounds the other, less-damaged, car. He found a young girl behind the wheel, staring straight ahead while white knuckling the steering wheel. An older woman sat in the passenger seat, knocked unconscious by the collision. He wasn’t worried too much, however, aware of the deflated air bags blanketing their laps. Eddie knocked on the door, “LAFD! Are you able to lower the window?”
He startled the driver from her trance, shaky hands finally releasing the wheel and whipping to her face. She sobbed through her hands, a muffled sound that tugged on Eddie’s heartstrings.
Eddie knocked again, softer, until she looked at him. He tapped the window slowly, “Can you lower this?”
She choked on a breath, chest heaving underneath her safety strap as she did what Eddie asked.
“Hey,” he began, reaching inside to click the safety off, “my name is Eddie Diaz. What’s yours?”
“Ol-Olivia…” she stuttered, wiping at tears that continued to fall no matter how hard she scrubbed her eyes, “I’m… oh God, I’m so sorry.”
Eddie unbuckled her seatbelt, checking for any cuts or abrasions because of it. The skin around her neck seemed red and tender from impact, a possible burn, but that was the extent of the damage there. “It’s okay,” he assured her, cradling Olivia’s head in his hands to better assess her injuries. There were scrapes and bruises there, dried blood crusting around her nose. Nothing that screamed ‘emergency’. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”
She sucked in a deep breath, then launched into her story. Eddie listened, running through a mental checklist while she rambled. “I’d gotten my learner’s permit a few months ago,” Olivia explained, “and I’m supposed to go for my driving test in a few months, for my birthday. In the meantime, I’ve been practicing all I can and I… and I thought I was ready for the highway. I mean, it’s not parallel parking, so I thought it couldn’t be that hard. But my mom thought I wasn’t ready and I… I didn’t listen and – oh, oh no! My mom -!”
“Is okay,” he told Olivia, keeping her eyes on him and preventing any further sudden movement. “I promise.” Eddie surreptitiously scanned Olivia’s mother between beats of her story, noting the subtle rise and fall of her chest. “Is that how you got into the accident? Fighting with your mom?”
“Well, partly,” Olivia explained, “I…” She hesitated, biting her lip and causing a few more blood droplets to leak past the cut there. Eddie waited, running his hands below the dashboard to check for any strain or damage from the crash that might make extraction difficult. There wasn’t any he felt. “It’s so embarrassing,” she muttered.
“It’s okay,” Eddie said, smiling, “You wouldn’t believe the kind of calls me and my team have rushed to. I’m sure whatever happened can’t be as embarrassing as a woman stuck in a window because she tried throwing her poop out when the toilet wouldn’t flush.”
That encouraged a tiny laugh from Olivia, and soon her earlier nerves from the crash disappeared. “I guess…” she sighed, dabbing at drying tear stains with her hoodie sleeve, “I was doing an okay job driving. Better than either I or my mom figured. But then this huge truck barreled by in such a rush that it shook the car and I freaked. I started screaming, and so did my mom, and I didn’t notice that we started drifting and… ugh, I felt like Cher, y’know? From that movie Clueless?”
Eddie blinked at her. “You know what Clueless is?”
“It’s a good movie,” she defended, “Plus that’s like… peak Paul Rudd. Although current Paul Rudd is also peak Paul Rudd… he’s really cute for an old guy.”
He mostly agreed with her, only offended by her closing remark. Paul Rudd isn’t old.
Eddie stood at his full height, backing away to give Olivia space. “You think you can step out of this vehicle on your own?” She shifted, slowly freeing one leg and then the other. Olivia tried exiting, except stumbled after the second foot left the car. Eddie caught her, easing her to the ground. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hen and Chimney approach. “You’re very lucky Olivia,” he said, “you had a great car that shielded you and your mom from some pretty serious damage. My friends are gonna help you two out now. You don’t have to tell them everything, but be sure to answer all their questions and if there’s any pain, okay?”
“Good.” Eddie rose to greet Hen and Chimney, quickly combing through all he learned during his short time with Olivia, stressing the most important pieces of information. “I still have to get her mother out of the passenger side,” he said, jerking his thumb at the car, “once I do that I can carry her to the ambulance so you can do your thing –“
“Sorry Eddie,” Bobby interrupted, clapping him on the shoulder, “I’m gonna need your help with the other driver.”
“It’s an older car, made with metal instead of plastic,” he said, “guy’s wedged in there pretty tight, cut up, too. And there’s a glass shard running right into his shoulder blade.” Bobby turned to Hen and Chimney, “Once you’re done here we’ll need you on standby to help us. No telling how much blood he’s lost so far, or if there’s any trauma below his waist.”
“No problem Cap,” Chimney said, “We’re almost done here. Hen, why don’t you go with Eddie and Bobby while I see to Olivia’s mom?”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Great,” Bobby led them to the other side of the wreckage, Buck absent from the scene. “He’s getting the jaws,” he told Eddie and Hen. Then, once they’ve reached the Corvette’s driver’s side, Bobby yelled into the open, broken, window, “Sir? Sir, can you hear me? Are you still with us?”
The man groaned a few indecipherable syllables Eddie couldn’t hope to piece together. He exchanged a short glance with Hen, who appeared similarly unsure. Bobby, meanwhile, continued his one-sided conversation as they waited for Buck to arrive with the jaws.
“Coming in hot!” he yelled, lugging the jaws over his shoulders, “Where you want me, Cap?”
“Let’s start with the door,” he motioned Buck closer, pointing at the hinge. “Eddie, grab the middle. I’ll get this side. When Buck snips this free, we’ll gently lower it down and let Hen get in there.”
“Copy that.” Eddie readied himself, crouching into position. He laid his hands atop the car door, small glass shards crunching under his gloves as his fingers curled. Buck and Bobby talked over his head, working to line up the jaws correctly. During this, Eddie chanced a peek inside at the driver.
The face he saw, staring back at him, nearly knocked him off his feet.
Fitting, as that was how it felt when Michael showed him his picture while convincing Eddie to go on a blind date.
“He works with David at the hospital,” Michael told him, passing his phone over so Eddie would see what David’s co-worker, Dr. Brendan Carmichael, looked like. In the picture Michael found, a selfie from Instagram, Eddie learned more than he needed. That beside the bright, orange hair and freckles splattered across his face like someone flicked a paintbrush over his skin, he also maintained a very strict gym regimen which kept his abs in perfect condition. Eddie’s thumb hovered over the midsection Brendan revealed, careful not to like it on Michael’s account. “He broke up with his last boyfriend a few months ago, and only recently started talking about dating again,” he continued, Eddie tearing his gaze away from the phone to better listen, “David mentioned you, how you were wanting to date again, too, and Brendan’s interested in setting something up. Only question is… are you?”
It was something Eddie was working himself up to. After breaking things off with Ana during his recovery, and Buck’s focus divided further because of Taylor, Eddie found periods where he was all alone with only his thoughts as company. Because of this, it was harder and harder for him to ignore certain stuff he’d pushed to the back of his mind and crammed into a tiny closet. Namely, his utter sexual indifference to women.
Almost dying for the umpteenth time put Eddie’s life into perspective.
He wouldn’t know if the next near-death call might finally succeed where others hadn’t, and Eddie realized how awful it’d be to go without following his heart.
So he followed it all the way to Michael’s. Eddie knocked on his door late one evening, a fifth of whiskey in his veins dulling the voices shouting how this was stupid, how he and Michael were acquaintances at best and strangers at worst. Then, once Michael invited him inside his empty apartment, Eddie vomited his epiphanies until Michael set his shaking frame down on the couch and forced a glass of water down his throat.
Since then, Michael had taken on the role as Eddie’s gay sponsor. Michael guided Eddie to a point where he could see his reflection and say ‘gay’ while smiling. He also pushed at the fear that still clung to Eddie, urging him to experience new things, like with this blind-date.
“I don’t know,” he said, “he does look… really, really nice.” Admitting that never felt like pulling teeth with pliers anymore, thanks to Michael. “I’m just… not sure.”
“What aren’t you sure about?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “I… I guess it’s nerves. I’ve never done this before, you know. Is there anything I should know? That makes it different than a date with a woman?”
Michael shot him a flat look, snatching his phone back. “A date is a date. There’s nothing different about it because it’s with another man. Well… except for when the check comes, and you have to bare-knuckle brawl in the kitchen to decide who gets to pay.” Eddie returned the favor, brows leveling at his friend. Michael chuckled, “Seriously, it’s nothing you need to work yourself up about. Go into it like it was any other date. You’ll have fun – and I’m not laying it on. Brendan is a great guy, from what I’ve heard. He’s got charm and face, which is rare. You don’t find men like us in the wild every day.”
“Men like us?” Eddie parroted, cheeks straining as he fought against the smile threatening to appear.
“Me,” Michael clarified, grinning freely, “And Chris Hemsworth. That’s it though.”
“And this Brendan guy,” Eddie added, “if what you’re saying is true.”
It wasn’t, unfortunately.
The night started with Brendan arriving late to the restaurant he chose because of its proximity to the hospital, and only further plummeted as it went on. Brendan criticized his choice in dinner, goading him into ordering an even pricier dish that Eddie hadn’t even wanted. Which Eddie then paid for, although he almost was stuck with the entire bill as Brendan assumed Eddie would cover it. It almost made Eddie reconsider Michael’s earlier crack about brawling. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Brendan’s personality rubbed Eddie the wrong way. He was dismissive of Eddie’s career, unsubtly scrolled through his phone during parts of the evening, and seemed entirely uninterested in Christopher to the point that Brendan interrupted any story about him with an unconnected anecdote, derailing the entire conversation. As the waiter left with their credit cards, all Eddie wanted was to put this date in the rearview behind him.
Except Brendan’s phone died during dessert, and he didn’t drive himself. “If you could give me a ride?” Brendan suggested, slipping a hand behind Eddie’s button-down and petting his chest, “I’d be very grateful…”
Eddie wished he could say he drove Brendan home without anything happening, that he was a stronger man. But Eddie gave in to curious temptation. He let Brendan guide him to his apartment bed instead of racing back home to fall asleep in an empty house, Christopher staying over at Michael’s with Harry.
They jerked each other off in the end; a slight comfort over oral and miles above anal. Once Eddie came, he feigned exhaustion and settled in for a sleepless night. He laid in wait for the morning, where he snuck out of Brendan’s apartment as the rising sun filtered past drawn curtains without a word to his date. Eddie did leave a note, promising he would call soon.
He hadn’t and had no plan to, either.
Still, here Brendan was.
“Cutting in three, guys,” Buck yelled. He proceeded to count down; on one, Eddie heard the snip from the jaws and belatedly realized he needed to move. Bobby swung a second before Eddie, and the momentum of the door made Eddie stumble in his haste to lift the door.
“Eddie,” Bobby huffed, “You good?”
“Yeah… yeah,” he nodded, dropping the door on the street at the same time Bobby did. “No need to worry about me.”
Bobby didn’t believe him, but he stopped questioning Eddie in favor of looming over Hen’s shoulder as she worked on Brendan. Buck leaned against the roof, head ducked inside the cabin, too. Eddie stood apart from the scene as an outlier. He wasn’t sure if it was good to approach. Although, being fully removed meant he wouldn’t know what the other man might say in his condition.
Only three people knew of his sexuality – Michael, David, and Brendan. Eddie wasn’t ready for that circle to expand.
Eddie returned, joining the others. He entered to hear Hen finish her line of questioning, her last question prompting Brendan to speak. “The wound on my shoulder is superficial,” he said, gaze unwavering on the side of Eddie’s face. He felt the weight of it, Eddie turned to watch his co-workers instead of Brendan. Bobby’s focus didn’t waver from the crushed dashboard in Brendan’s lap, prodding it in different areas. Buck kept glancing between Eddie and Brendan. “It’s deep, but a clean cut. You can get to that later, because I’m pretty sure there’s something digging into my leg close to my femoral artery.”
“We’ll get right to it, then,” Hen assured him, “Sounds like you know your stuff, though. You a doctor?”
Eddie bit his tongue, swallowing his instinctual reply. “Yeah,” Brendan said, “I’m a doctor.”
“Then that saves us some time.” Hen reached into her bag for a neck brace, placing it around Brendan’s neck while Bobby muttered something to Buck. Buck’s eyes flicked to his briefly before he jogged towards the fire truck. “We’ll have you out of here in no time. Can you tell me where you were headed?”
“To lunch,” Brendan told her, “We had to push a surgery back a day, and my next one wasn’t until two so I… I thought I’d treat myself to something nice. I already had back-to-back operations this entire morning.”
“What were they?”
“Tumor removals,” he explained, “in the brain. Real delicate work. I’ve probably performed over a hundred by now, but I still can’t shake the jitters each time I enter the theater…” Eddie grimaced, hiding it behind his jacket collar. Yes, he knew about Brendan’s job. Hearing it in this context, on the field and not in a dimly lit restaurant, hit differently; like he cared about his patients and didn’t use his position as a point of status. This was not the Brendan he remembered. Regret churned in Eddie’s gut, mixing with the shame and embarrassment already present.
“I know what you mean,” Hen smiled. She rubbed around the shoulder wound, cleaning it of dried blood to better inspect it. “You can have it all down to a formula, but you will never be sure what might happen when the time comes.”
Buck hurried back with new tools in hands. He handed a saw to Bobby, “Where do you want me?”
“Other side,” Bobby said. He tapped Hen on the shoulder, silently urging her off Brendan. “Sir,” he started, “we’re going to be cutting the dashboard off shortly. Don’t be afraid to talk or shout if you feel any pain, okay?”
“I’ll remove the wheel, first,” Bobby said, slipping a pair of goggles on, “don’t move.” He powered the saw on and, in seconds, removed the wheel. Brendan sagged somewhat, breathing stilted and ragged. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah...” He coughed, “Think my ribs might be bruised, possibly broken. I don’t… I think that’s it. Not sure.”
“You’re talking, so that’s a good sign.” Hen felt around his chest, then held her stethoscope to hear his lungs. “Nothing out of the ordinary here, Cap. Carry on.”
Bobby, and Buck now, brought their saws to the dashboard and continued cutting. Hen waited, kneeling, holding a bottle of solution and gauze for when it was her turn again. Meanwhile, Eddie uselessly hovered near her. There wasn’t much for him to do.
That wasn’t true for long.
Suddenly he was very much needed, Bobby calling for him and motioning Eddie with the saw. He tripped over his feet, “Coming! Coming!” Rushing to help Bobby remove the dashboard that, along with the glass shard, pinned Brendan to his seat. In doing this, Eddie glimpsed the red-stained leather under his leg. “Hen!” he said, “All you.”
Hen filled the space where the dashboard had been, attending to Brendan’s wound with practiced speed. As Eddie and Bobby returned, she fixed the tourniquet around his thigh and was partway done with wrapping his leg with gauze. And when Buck sidled towards them, she began removing the glass shard in his shoulder. It was much longer than a passing glance would make you believe. “Yikes,” Buck muttered, “You ever think a windshield could do that?”
“Old cars like these?” Bobby replied, “Anything’s possible.”
“He’s good for removal!” Hen yelled over her shoulder, kicking her bag a few feet back. She stands, dusting off her knees, “I’ll go get Chimney and the stretcher, be ready to help us set him down once we’re here.”
“Buck and Eddie’ll handle that,” Bobby said, “I’m gonna do a final sweep of the area, make sure we didn’t miss anything. Copy?”
“Understood.” Buck knocked shoulders with Eddie, nodding at the car, “Let’s go get the doctor ready for his ride back to work.”
Eddie bit his cheek, letting silence give a better response than he could at the moment. If Buck found it odd, like Bobby, he didn’t comment on it. They walked to Brendan’s car again, Eddie going through the motions to get him ready for transit. In that short span of seconds, Eddie hoped his luck might keep his secret safe. That Brendan wouldn’t mention their date.
He knelt down, waiting for Buck’s signal to lift his legs, when he made the mistake of finally meeting Brendan’s stare. Brendan offered him a tired smile. “This is so not how I expected we’d meet again.”
Buck stilled, his hands falling to their sides as he looked to Eddie. “You two know each other?”
Brendan sighed in the affirmative. “Very intimately.”
“What…” Buck’s face screwed itself into an expression of confusion, the rainbow wheel in his mind spinning endlessly while he processed Brendan’s innuendo.
Eddie pounced to fill the awkward silence. “We hung out, once,” he told Buck, “Like, a few days ago, I think? Super casual…”
“Oh,” Brendan interjected, darker than earlier. He coughed, voice straining from the force of it, but he wasn’t deterred. “Oh, really? Hanging out… that’s what you’re calling it?”
“Uh…” Eddie, taken aback by such an unexpected call out, couldn’t produce more than a few mumbled phrases that didn’t move beyond one syllable nor, when strung together, were comprehensible. Instead he glanced between Brendan and Buck, wasting precious time with silence.
Brendan, however, formed complete sentences. “So tell me… since I have you, were you even planning on hanging out with me again, or do you leave all your buddies notes like that?”
In his anger, Brendan shifted and started angling himself towards Eddie. Buck snapped out of his stupor enough to lay a calming hand on Brendan’s shoulder, “Hey! Hey… sir, you need to keep still until we move you.”
“Sorry, sorry…” Brendan relaxed, albeit his glare was still focused on Eddie. Eddie flinched under the weight of it.
“I…” Eddie tried, very aware of the sound behind him, of wheels rolling over gravel and measured footsteps. “I was trying to be nice?”
“Nice?” Brendan spat, “Fuck you, Eddie.”
“Eddie,” Buck inched closer, drawing Eddie’s gaze from Brendan to him. He spoke softly, like Eddie were one of the many victims they attended to during their careers. Eddie also noted the sharp steeple Buck’s brows, drawn together as if he already filled in the missing gaps of Eddie and Brendan’s story. Shit. “Why don’t you let us handle this?”
“I…” Eddie found breathing as hard as speaking, managing enough foresight to sharply nod before standing and striding away from Brendan’s car. He passed a curious, concerned Bobby, but ignored his calls. Eddie kept himself tightly wound all the way to the engine. Once he entered, he fell apart. Eddie’s vision blurred, his lungs couldn’t hold enough air, and he melted inside his uniform. All he was able to do before completely shutting down was shoot a quick message to Michael.
Brendn in acidnt fine but h outd me what do
Eddie’s grip on his phone tightened considerably when he heard the engine doors open again. Buck slid inside, not meeting Eddie’s wide, panicked stare. There were more doors opening, Bobby and other firefighters climbing aboard. “Hen and Chim are taking that guy to the hospital,” Buck said, “Our work here’s done.” He paused, gnawing on his lip, considering saying more while Bobby slowly pulled them onto the road. “What he said…”
He missed the rest of Buck’s question. His voice dulled as a sharp ringing in Eddie’s head blocked out every sound around him. Eddie sunk into it, comforted in the simpleness of the noise. He pressed himself against the window, arms crossed over his chest, and watched the scenery blur during their drive to the station.
Then, when they arrived, Eddie flung the door open and his puddled mass in a jacket spilled free of the engine. He stripped off his uniform in a record-setting pace. And, as he finished, Eddie saw Buck steadily approach, Bobby like a shadow behind him. Both wore similar expressions that warned Eddie of conversations he was not ready for. Because of that, Eddie did something he regret. A course of action so damning it spoke louder than any mangled defense he might put together.
“Stupid… stupid…” Eddie whacked his phone across his temple, curled into a tight ball outside the building. He snuck through a door in the back, smart enough to not go far but knowing that it’s so rare anyone used this area. It was set aside for the firefighters who smoked, Chimney explained. Those were always a small contingent, never more than one or two per squad. As the years went by, numbers dwindled, and a smoking firefighter became an endangered species. Now, hardly anyone uses this tiny alley that separates the fire house from its adjoining building. Except for Eddie. “I can’t believe I could have such shitty luck…”
He went to hit himself with his phone again, but a shrill ping cut into his spiraling. Eddie checked his messages – Can I call? It was Michael. He texted back a thumbs up he didn’t mean. Soon his phone shook in his hands.
Eddie answered, “Hey…”
“Hi Eddie,” Michael said, tone soft like Buck’s back at the scene. He hated it. Eddie hated how much he wilted because of it, how his nerves started inching away from the edge at the gentle, implied coaxing. “How are you feeling?”
Eddie barked a short, nasty laugh, wiping beads of sweat off his forehead. “I feel like I’m about to burst into flames.”
“If you do, at least you’re around people who’ll know what to do.”
“What if I don’t want them to save me,” Eddie groused, “should I make a break for it before the first spark catches?”
“Like they wouldn’t race after you…” Michael’s voice trailed, clearly tiptoeing around the words he chose next. “So,” he said, “you ran into Brendan again today?”
Eddie snorted. “More like some kid ran into his car…” He growled, kneading at his eye with the heel of his hand. “I can’t believe what happened, and how I… how I froze like that. Seriously, what were the odds?”
“Pretty fucking low,” Michael told him, “But that’s exactly what it was, shit luck. There’s nothing you could have done to not have what happened, happened.”
“That’s not true,” he sighed, “I could have not gone on that date with him. Or, at least, not let him talk me into his bed.”
“He’s a charmer.”
“I had nothing better going on,” Eddie said. He played his words back in his head, silently cursing how brusque they sounded. Was he really the bad guy in this scenario? Brendan hadn’t seem interested in a relationship during their dinner, and Eddie thought his own feelings were on display, too. Buck always said his poker face had more cracks in it than a busted sidewalk. Maybe the note was unnecessary, he can concede. Eddie can’t rewrite history and destroy it, though. “Besides,” he continued, swatting those past regrets away like flies, “Brendan wasn’t all that charming when he outed me, on top of cursing me out in front of the 118.”
“Man was in a car accident,” Michael reminded Eddie, “He probably had more to worry about than decorum.” Michael coughed across the line, clearing his throat. “That doesn’t excuse what he did.”
“Yeah,” he said, “I thought it was, like, gay brotherhood that you’re not supposed to out another gay person… or whatever.”
“I… don’t think he knew. That you weren’t out…” Michael hummed, the noise rattling inside Eddie’s chest. “You’re right, in a way. Any decent gay person wouldn’t out a person before they’re ready. I can’t remember if Derek mentioned your… situation, when setting up the date. I can text him but, Eddie –“ Michael’s sigh caused the line to crackle and break, Eddie shivering as it hit his ear “– Eddie, Brendan and what he might and might not have known isn’t important, isn’t why I called.” Eddie knew. Of course, he knew. “What are you planning on doing next?”
“That depends,” Eddie mumbled. His free hand tugged on his laces, loosening them slowly. “Do you want to hear what I want to do, or what I’m going to do.”
“What do you want to do?”
“Fake mine and Chris’s deaths,” he told Michael, “Start over somewhere new. Maybe on the East Coast, in a small fishing village where I can be a lighthouse keeper and never have to see another person ever again. Just me and Chris and the sea, until Chris leaves or I grow old and die. Whichever happens first.”
“That’s… dark.” Michael said, “And oddly specific.”
Eddie shrugged, “I watched the Lighthouse last night. Robert Pattinson jerked it to some mermaid doodle in it. Like… I could do that. Survive off of doodles of hunky mermen, or sailors. Hunky mermen getting it on with sailors… God knows the real thing didn’t work out.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Well, what else can I do?”
“You can go inside and talk to your friends,” Michael reasoned, “Your team who cares about you, and are most definitely worried because of what happened and how it affected you. Your family, who is ready to accept you for who you are as they always will. But first, you need to trust them and let them in to see who that is.”
When Michael explained it, the obvious choice also seemed to be the easiest. The tiny seed of doubt, however, planted once Eddie accepted his heart’s leanings and blossomed into a strange bushel of roses with thorny roots strangling his chest, would not let him be. It poisoned his rationality, shredding any confidence Eddie built. “I trust them with my life,” he wondered, speaking barely above a whisper, “why is it so hard to trust them with this? Is it just me?”
“It’s not you, Eddie,” Michael said. His voice thundered with conviction, startling Eddie. “Believe me, you aren’t the first gay man to feel this way and, unfortunately, you won’t be the last.”
He sniffed, a wet chuckle escaping past his lips in a raspy breath. “That sucks.”
“It sure does,” Michael agreed.
“Does it ever go away?” he asked, “Or… get easier?”
“I… it’s not a cut-and-dry answer,” he told Eddie, “In some cases, yes. Others… no. It’s situational.” Eddie found this answer unsatisfying. He wasn’t the only one. “Listen,” Michael said, “this might seem scary now, but I, uh – remember that first night. That night you came to my place and confided in me. What did you say?”
“That I was gay.”
“Yes…” Michael sucked in a deep breath, hissing his next thought so pointedly it cut through those pesky roots. “Now, imagine you’re me, saying what you said to me, but instead of saying it to me you were saying it to my lovely ex-wife who, at the time, was still my wife, and all this after we’re both a few glasses of wine deep and the kids are asleep.”
Michael’s past helped put Eddie’s own troubles in perspective. He mentioned as such to him.
“I don’t want to come off like ‘I had worse’ blah blah,” Michael said, “My point is – you see how good the relationship between Athena and I is. She could have easily kicked me out and then never spoken to me again. But she didn’t. She had every reason to hate me, but she didn’t. Athena loved me when she thought I was straight and continued after learning I was gay. It’s a different sort of love now, and yes, it might have wavered at times, but she stuck by my side like I stuck to hers. Yes, I was scared to tell her, just like you were when you came and told me. Just like you are now. But because I pushed through my fear, I freed us both from being unhappy. Her and Bobby… me and Derek… neither would have happened if I decided to keep my feelings to myself.”
“Yeah… your life did change…” Eddie rested his head against his knees, remnants of adrenaline from earlier fully fading leaving an exhaustion that set deep into his bones. “I guess that’s what I’m really afraid of. How… acknowledging who I really am, and owning it, how everything will change after.”
“Eddie, will being gay affect your job?”
“What?” Eddie yelped, head rising again, neck aching from the whiplash Michael’s unrelated question caused. “No –“
“Will you being out really make you a completely different, unrecognizable person?”
“Uh… I – I don’t… no?”
“Then it sounds like nothing will actually change.” Michael’s tone relaxed and, finally, Eddie let himself do the same. The other man’s speech wrapped around him like a warm blanket. “You didn’t wake up one morning and decide to be gay. It’s something that’s always been a part of you. It’s been there during every call you went out on. You’ll still be Eddie… just a happier Eddie, because you’re allowing yourself to be happy and honest with who you are. That’s what’s important here. Coming out isn’t about other people, it’s about you. You, opening yourself to others to see this part of you, and letting them share in the joy of who you are. And the 118, your friends, will still love you because this… this gay Eddie you have in your mind, is just Eddie. That’s it.”
Eddie didn’t cry. He wouldn’t be able to hide it, once he went back inside to confront his friends. If they asked, Eddie might mumble a few broken words about allergies then move on. Because he didn’t let his tears fall. “Thanks, Michael,” Eddie said, “I… I’m really grateful for you, being my friend. And that you didn’t turn me away like you should have done when I showed up at your apartment.”
“I was less afraid of what you’d do,” Michael laughed, “and more afraid what you might do if I didn’t.”
They ended the call soon enough, with Eddie exchanging a few final pleasantries while Michael’s goodbye was laced with encouragement.
Eddie stood, riding the aches of pain that came from unfurling his back out of the tight coil he forced it into. He stretched his arms, pointed high towards the sky. Eddie leaned onto his toes, and even lifted his face to better feel the sun shining above.
Much too warm for fall.
Despite the heat and his fears, Eddie returned to the firehouse. He slowly crept inside, alert, gaze bouncing around for a sign of his friends. When he didn’t find them on the first floor, not hovering by the truck and newly returned ambulance or biding time in the gym, Eddie passed faceless co-workers on his way to the stairs. Each step Eddie took sounded like beats from a heavy drum, sounding a funeral march. Eddie kept up the tempo.
As he climbed higher, his head peeked out and Eddie caught a glimpse of the second floor. Like always, his eyes were drawn immediately to Buck. He, along with Bobby, Hen, and Chim, were huddled around the kitchen island. Eddie watched them converse quietly, briefly, the discussion cutting off because Buck, the one currently speaking, turned and saw Eddie. Buck straightened, body taut and tense like Christopher got after Eddie caught him misbehaving. Eddie wasn’t foolish enough to think they were talking about anything other than him. Buck’s face flickers, flipping through emotions like pages in a book too fast so Eddie can’t read. It settled on a steely façade of determination, Buck readying to move. Before he can, Bobby stopped Buck with one hand on his shoulder. He understood.
Let Eddie come to them.
He did, slowly, at his own pace. Eddie settled between Hen and Chimney, both firefighters creating a space for him.
There’s a beat of silence, the air above the kitchen island so weighty Eddie’s shoulders drooped. He fought against it, taking a deep breath. “Hey.”
“Eddie,” Bobby spoke first, “how are you doing?”
Michael advised honesty. That’s what Eddie gave. “I’m a little scared,” he admitted with a laugh, staring intently at a divot in the island’s counter, and how his finger repeatedly traced it. “Okay. A lot of scared.”
“We’re here for you Eddie,” Bobby said, “Whatever it is.” On either side, his friends reached for him. Hen laid her hand over Eddie’s, crushing it in a loving grip, while Chimney soothingly rubbed his back. Eddie glanced at the men in front of him, Bobby looking encouraging at him while Buck…
Eddie still can’t decipher what it is Buck tries to show.
If he thought about it too long, he’d lose all the confidence he gathered to arrive at this point. Eddie swallowed past the lump in his throat, attempting to smile. “Thank you,” he said, “really.” Then, without fanfare, Eddie shrugged and told his friends, “I’m gay.”
Like that, the next breath Eddie took felt lighter. It was unbelievable. No one said anything, but their love and acceptance were visible in other ways. Eddie was almost brought to tears because of them. He reigned his emotions in, maintaining control. If they stayed like this, however, he’s sure to break.
Eddie cleared his throat, “That’s all. So if we could…”
“Not so fast,” Chimney said, smirk tainting their tender moment. His hand slunk across Eddie’s back to his shoulder, clamping down and chaining Eddie there at his side. “There’s still the doctor of it all that’s been unaccounted for…”
“Chim,” Bobby warned lightly, trying his best to play boss.
Hen waved him off. “Eddie should have his chance to explain,” she argued, “tell us his side of the story. Lord knows Chim and I got an earful about what that man thought of you, Eddie. Filled the entire drive from the wreck to the hospital.”
“He had a lot of opinions,” Chimney added.
Eddie sighed. He expected they might have questions, especially about Brendan. He wasn’t unprepared for this. “I went on one date with the man,” he explained, “something Michael set up –“
“Michael?” Bobby interrupted, tapping his chest, “My Michael?”
“He’s not just your friend,” Eddie said, “He… he’s been helping me deal with… with all this. This… being gay, stuff.” He shifted, bending forward to press his chest on the counter. “It was Michael’s idea I go on a date with Brendan, sort of like practice. To get more comfortable being… out, in public, with another man. Personally, I didn’t think the date was that special. Brendan was… he had a lot of personality.”
“Sure was flexing that… personality, despite all those injuries,” Hen agreed, “Kept going on about this – this note you wrote? What was that about?” Hen might have asked coyly, but it was obvious to Eddie she knew.
He still answered her. “I was going for nice,” he muttered, “I didn’t want to up and abandon him after we… after he invited me over for the night, and we…” They were at work. Eddie couldn’t say more.
Nothing else needed saying. Even Buck understood, if his rapidly flushing cheeks meant anything. “Oh,” he said, “so you and him… you two…” His pointer fingers on either hand were extended, slapping each other with wide sweeps.
Hen choked on a snort, shoving Buck’s hands apart. “They weren’t sword-fighting, Buck.”
“Yeah, I knew that…” Because of his bashful pout, followed by Buck tucking his head into his chest, Eddie didn’t buy his excuse.
“Okay,” Bobby steered the conversation elsewhere, “besides us and… Michael… have you told anyone else?”
Eddie shook his head. “Really?” Buck asked, “Not even Chris?”
“Especially not Chris…” Some of that earlier fear returned, roosting in his chest like a bird returned north from winter. “I never… I don’t know how I would explain it to him or… how much I would have to explain? Like, if I was a single dad from the start, I’m sure it would be easier. But most of his memories are with me and his mom, and I – I haven’t figured out a way to tell him while also not invalidating mine and Shannon’s marriage, y’know?” Eddie agonized over that near constantly. He loved Shannon, truly, and wanted their marriage to work despite not being attracted to her in the way that mattered. Christopher needed her in his life. If that meant Eddie gave Shannon what she wanted, what Eddie pretended he wanted to, it would have been worth it.
But, in the end, she still went ahead with the divorce. Shannon was more perceptive than he ever gave her credit for.
“And then there’s the Ana of it all…” Eddie threw out, offhandedly.
“Wait,” Buck said, “was that why you broke it off with her? When you told me…”
Eddie’s breath hitched slightly, and he drummed his fingers against the counterspace. “No,” he said, “I… I didn’t have the realization then. I meant it, about us not clicking and… her being another try at giving Chris a mom. Although, being gay would definitely have played a factor in us not clicking.”
“That’s for sure.”
Another wave of silence washed over them, this the most awkward of them all. “If that’s it for questions…” Eddie extricated himself from the group, final shreds of adrenaline fading and leaving him exhausted. His mind already set a course for the bunks, planning a lengthy nap as a reward for his vulnerability.
“Of course,” Bobby rounded the island, moving closer to Eddie. Buck was on his heels, but hung back on the fringes of the group, a few inches behind Hen and Chimney. “I want you to know how proud I am of you, though. I can’t imagine any of what you had to deal with was easy, and if you need anything from us – keeping this information to ourselves or whatever… let us know. We’ll follow your lead.” He then opened himself for a hug, giving Eddie the option to accept or refuse.
Eddie sagged into Bobby’s embrace, grateful. “Thank you.” Hen and Chimney joined them, squeezing Eddie tighter and tighter. Only Buck kept his distance. Eddie opened his eyes and noticed the younger man watching them, a glint in his eye that struck Eddie’s nerve. Once the others released him, Eddie confronted Buck. “Hey, are you…”
“Hmm?” Buck blinked, and what Eddie saw earlier disappeared. It vanished like it never existed. Maybe Eddie imagined it? Regardless, Buck smiled in his usual, too-large-for-his-face way and swept Eddie in a giant hug of his own. “I’m proud, too,” he whispered, “And what Bobby said goes double for me. Anything you need, ask… and I’ll be there.”
Eddie caught himself before he spoke without thinking. Instead, he returned the hug. He rested his cheek against Buck’s shoulder, humming in acknowledgment of Buck’s promise.
Buck would do anything for Eddie, as much as he would do anything for Christopher.
Anything… except what Eddie truly desired from him.
While baring his soul to the group about his sexuality was one matter, confessing to all his secrets was an entirely different sort he hadn’t felt ready for. He doubted he ever will be. Because if he told Buck the reason why he stopped running from the truth, why he couldn’t deny his feelings after being content in doing so for years, Eddie feared Buck would prove the sickening voices in his head right by leaving him.
Really, Eddie thought, what else was there to do when you learn your best friend is in love with you?
So he ignored how Buck’s touch skimmed his lower back, the gentle swaying dance they began by hugging longer than necessary, and, as they drew apart, the struck-match feeling of Buck’s lips brushing the outer edge of his ear.
There was nothing to read into, he reminded himself. He and Buck were friends. Best friends. Best buddies. Buck had Taylor, and Eddie…
Eddie had hope. Hope, emboldened by his bout of honesty, that there will come a day he found a man he truly loved to share his life with.
Even if they weren’t Buck.
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8.04 - Garden Party
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Using all the clones from ur high school au, what kind of civ clothing do you think they'd wear?
Okay okay okay I took some time and went to TOWN on this one so clone clothes below the cut
First and foremost, Fox has his own pinterest board. There’s not much in the way of clothes there, but yeah.
Lots of red and black
Hoodies and jeans. Jeans and hoodies. Hoodies and Jeans
If you saw the shape of my body No You Didn’t 😁
Someone help him
Always dressed as though it’s approximately 20C. Sort of like a comic character who wears variations of the same outfit.
For someone who hates being perceived, he does wear some tight clothes
Overall, sort of unintentionally punk/emo and tired
Lip, tongue, and ear piercings
Also has two pinterest boards (butch AU and normal)
Cottagecore farmer. Lots of neutral tones and loose, soft fabrics
Loves knit things
Very picky about texture and fit. If it’s tight, it gets donated
Wears things until they fall apart. This does not take long
Soft, waterproof, ankle-high hiking boots that he wears everywhere
L a y e r s
Constantly putting his hair up or taking it down
Very concerned with taking care of his curls (and for good reason; they’re gorgeous)
Farmer’s tan n freckles
Business casual some days, absolute trash others. There is no rhyme or reason.
If Hunter’s all about consistency, Tech is the opposite (autism vs ADHD in a nutshell lmfao)
Pockets are a must
He has a messenger bag a la Spencer Reid
Big ol’ glasses with a thick enough lens that you can see behind him if you look at the right angle
Has these awful graphic tees from the time he went to Goodwill with Hunter
Big comfy sweaters like those ones they sell at Old Navy
Walking hug with steel-toed boots
He has trouble finding XXL Tall clothes that aren’t Barbecue Dad™ so he takes what he can get
Rips the knees of pants first
Rips the tags out of everything
Cannot match colors to save his life and hasn’t yet figured out the Hunter tactic of just owning neutral things
He has a lot of fun hats
Carhartt short sleeve shirts and jeans with sharpie and paint on them
If he can’t move in it, he doesn’t want it
Big fan of open short-sleeve button downs over tees
Constantly asking Tech to hold things for him (they get lost in the Bottomless Messenger Bag)
Typical teenage boy with a side of edgy
You know those joggers with the puffy knees or the cargo pockets? Big wearer of those
Once he dressed up for a school event and he looked so good but pretended not to notice
Big City Gay energy
Constantly has a pack of cigarettes on him, so he’s got to have a pocket for them. He’s got to have a pocket, right? I just can’t see it from here. There must be a pocket because otherwise where is he getting those he’s pulling them out of nowhere send reinforcements—
Steals Hunter’s worn-out, oversized flannels but he’s a tall bitch so they’re pretty normal on him. How is he making them look so edgy?
Wears the same outfit a concerning amount. Like, you don’t notice anything and then all the sudden he’s been wearing the same thing for two weeks. Doesn’t smell bad or anything, though, so ?????
Always put together, but in that way that’s kind of fraying around the edges
I don’t really know how to describe his clothes beyond a sort of vibe? Idk
He’s a really skinny guy and he loves clothes with angular shapes and hard edges, so he kind of looks like a stick figure with really cool geometric designs
He tries to look sort of formal and aloof, but it doesn’t work
His Manic Art Kid vibe is visible from space, though
He looks cute but in a freshman kind of way. Like, “aww, look at him!”
But also radiates the kind of energy that makes people highly concerned
Many ear piercings and one eyebrow piercing
Tall gangly and intimidating
Always carrying his backpack
Basically Dogma but with softer edges and rounder shapes
The Ridiculously Well-Adjusted Art Kid
Always has paint somewhere
Looks like a mess but makes it work
Big fan of overalls and colorful shirts
Likes long sleeves
Converse out the ass, but in a ton of different colors
People forget he’s tall and Stronk because the way he dresses makes him look small (oversized things do that)
Got his ears pierced when Dogma got his third helix, but let them close
Somehow soft punk meets varsity kid? He makes it work
Khaki pants but cool
Open zip-up hoodies and comfy, well-fitting tee shirts
Sneakers only, unless he has to be fancy
Sometimes wears fingerless gloves and refuses to explain why
No I lied sometimes he wears stompy boots just because they’re at odds with the rest of his aesthetic
Basically big calm comfy vibes without looking sloppy or informal
Will wear button downs as normal shirts with jeans
Likes to do the graphic tee over thermal shirt thing
SKATER BOY. That’s the word I was thinking of. Soft skater boy (he and Fives both skate)
Band tees and jeans
Not a fan of shorts. Has anyone ever seen his legs?
Constantly has this big-ass set of headphones around his neck
Also a graphic tee and thermal shirt layerer
Rarely not wearing jeans
Sometimes wears pajamas to school specifically to piss off teachers
Paints his nails a variety of colors, but mostly black. Somehow the polish is always chipped
Big wearer of Vans, actually is a skater
Tears through the elbows of his jeans jackets falling
Gay smart kid. Debate team captain. Soccer captain. Looks better than you. Looks better than the teachers. Could kill you.
He wears a lot of half-zips and khakis, but makes it look less nerdy than usual
Sports paraphernalia helps. Hard to look nerdy when the zip-up you’re wearing is from wrestling Nationals
When he wears tee-shirts, they’re always tight? Does he buy them a size small on purpose? (yes, yes he does)
Collector of those really nice zip-up hoodies with the geometric designs that make them look really nice and neat
Actually wears sunglasses when it’s sunny
Has never been seen in a hat
Oh god oh fuck DIY punk? He’s oh god he’s
Neyo my dear that sweatshirt is falling apart
Neyo is. Troubled and in a Bad home. His clothing choices reflect this.
He does not want to touch or be touched and he wants to look cool doing it
Stoner kid but Spiky
And also he doesn’t actually smoke
Wears combat boots that look like they’ve seen blood
Skinny jeans bc he’s edgy and cool
Also has a pinterest board
Bland depressed kid. Jeans and dark hoodies
Seriously he’s just trying to vibe. He wants to be comfy and he doesn’t want to draw a ton of attention
Constantly has a farmer’s tan
Not a fan of short sleeves
Thinks Neyo looks ridiculous
Has never been dress coded in his life
Seriously Bacara’s idea of spicing up an outfit is wearing like. A polo.
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Christmas Tree Hunting with Dad
As long as I could remember, we had an artificial tree for Christmas, and I always wanted a real one. This year, since I was 15, and could get into Dad's tool shed, I decided I was gonna get his axe and go chop down my own. Mom and Dad laughed and told me I was crazy but I threw the axe over my shoulder and off I went to the woods.
It was cool and damp out but not a bad day for December in West Virginia. I walked around for hours looking but had no luck. Now being 15, I was also always horny as hell and being alone in the woods turned me on, so I dropped my drawers and sat my naked ass down on the cold, damp bark of a fallen tree and started jacking my meat. The crisp,, damp air licking my skin felt amazing. I kicked off my shoes and took my pants completely off and straddled the log and rubbed my nuts on the cold bark while I rubbed my own wood. It felt electrifying and freeing. I was so turned on, I ripped my shirtboff and was just totally naked out in the woods. It only took seconds to shoot a hot creamy load all over the fallen tree I was sitting on. I was still so fuckin horny though. I stroked my cock some more and fingered my tight virgin hole using my own spunk for lube, then licked my fingers clean. Just before I was about to spew for the second time, I heard a voice yell out "What in the hell are you doing?". Fuck! I'd been busted and when I looked up, I could see my Dad standing there with an angry look on his face.
I tried explaining but Dad wasnt stupid so I gave up. "Get your damn clothes on!" He said. I was so embarrassed and he was grumbling about coming out to check on me and see if I needed any help with the tree. I told him I couldnt find one and he laughed and said "Well no wonder! Ya cant leave your pecker alone long enough to look." He grabbed the axe and said "Come on" and we headed deeper into the woods.
I asked Dad if he was gonna tell Mom and he looked at me like I was crazy and said "Hell no! This is just between us. Look Son, I get it, I was your age once and stayed horny." I kept my head down and told him I didnt wanna hear this. He laughed. I yelled at him to stop laughing because it wasnt funny. He just kept on talking and said "Well hell Son, your ol man stays horny all the time now, even at my age."
"Oh my God Dad, please stop!" I begged. He started talking about things that were beginning to make me very uncomfortable. He told me he was horny right now, and gave his dick a squeeze through his Levi's. Holy shit! This feels so wrong, but I was also horny as hell and strangely curious. Dad told me I had a pretty big dick, just like his. I had only seen Dad's dick soft a couple times but now I really wanted to see it, but I kept quiet and continued staring at the ground.
Dad was steadily rubbing and squeezing his ever growing bulge and told me he saw me fingering my ass. "You like things up your ass Son?" He asked. I couldnt speak. "You a virgin? Answer me boy!" He said sternly. I told him I was, and asked him to please stop talking about this.
What's wrong son? You ain't horny no more? All this, done got your Daddy all horny, as he unbuttoned his Jean's and flopped out the biggest dick I'd ever seen. I tried not to look but I couldnt help it. "You some kind of faggot, Son? I see ya lookin at your Daddie's cock." Hell no! I yelled. I wasnt about to let him know that I thought I was gay.
Dad dropped his pants and opened his shirt and began rubbing his hairy, muscled chest, jacking his dick, and staring right at me. I wanted to run, I wanted to Jack off, I wanted to crawl in a hole and die! What's wrong with me? This was turning me on! "Get them pants back off boy. You're gonna beat off with your ol man."
No way I squeeled, but he wasnt kidding around, so reluctantly I started taking them down. I started playing around with my dick and it sprang to life within seconds. "See there" he said "ain't this better?" Dad stepped closer and closer to me until our cocks were almost touching. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I was scared, and charged up all at once, when suddenly Dad reached out and grabbed my dick. I just about shot my load when his big warm hand squeezed my shaft and began jacking it. Dad looked around and found a rock to sit on and then began jacking me again. I told Dad we shouldnt be Doing this because it was so wrong, but he said that nothings wrong when you're horny enough.
Dad told me to lay back and enjoy it so I did, but mainly so I could avoid eye contact with him. I was laying there thinking how we were gonna burn in hell for this, when I felt a hot, wet, sensation on my dick that I had never felt before. It was hands down the best thing I had ever felt in all my 15 years. I let out a moan and looked up and saw my Dad sucking my dick. FUCK! Now I know what all the fuss is about blow jobs. I was blown away, literally, by the fact that I was receiving my first BJ, and even more that it was from my own Dad.
"Your turn!" Dad said. I slowly held his throbbing dick in my hand. It felt huge and heavy. He pushed my face to his crotch and that musky man scent was awesome. I breathed it in as I began to lick around his dick. I didnt really know what to do when Dad told me to put it in my mouth and suck it. It filled my mouth but I tried sucking it best I could but I kept having to stop for air. "Breathe through your nose Son." He barked. It was a very helpful tip. I was starting to get a good rhythm going and getting worked up more realizing I was giving my first BJ to my Dad when he grabbed my head and started pushing me down onto his dick and choking me. I was gagging and had tears in my eyes but he kept on fucking my mouth and going further down my throat with each thrust, until he shot a huge load of Daddy spunk down my throat. I heaved and nearly vomited and yelled "what's wrong with you?" Dad said "I'm sorry Son, but I had to finish."
I began getting dressed and Dad said "Oh no! We ain't done!" I was done. I was over it! Yes we are, I said and started to walk off when Dad got up and grabbed me and held me down on the rock and peeled my jeans off then flipped me over onto my stomach. "You're gonna like this, Son" and he pushed his hot, slick tongue into my hole and then began sucking and licking it like a thirsty dog lapping water. He was right, I was liking this. I had forgotten all about nearly choking to death during my first BJ, when Dad stopped and said "Hold on Son. You're not gonna like this, but it only hurts for a minute." I became painfully aware of what was about to happen and began bucking wildly, reaching and grabbing at the rock trying to get up and get away, but Dad was too big and strong. Please Dad, dont do this. I dont want this. Please stop, I begged, but he just spit in his his hand, rubbed his dick and started pushing that big mushroom head against my little pink backdoor. He told me to try and relax and breathe while he pushed in further and further. I was screaming and crying in pain. Please Dad, stop!, I cried, but there was no stopping him. He laid on top of me and thrusted, until it felt a little easier and smoother. Suddenly, the pain that I thought was gonna kill me, began to feel strangely inviting. I began to moan and pushup against Dad. "That's more like it! Now come here." Dad pulled me up onto my knees and pushed my face down against the cold rock and started fucking me with some force. I heard myself yell out Oh yeah! Fuck me Daddy!, as his thrusts grew harder. I want you to ride my cock he said as he stopped fucking my tight butt and sat down on the rock. He turned me around and had me sit back on his big ol dick while he wrapped his big strong hairy arms around my chest and pushed me down onto his dick. It felt amazing. Really got up deep into my hole that way. Dad grabbed my legs and rolled back some, and just started slamming my ass and I could feel his nut sack slapping my own. I felt my entire body spasm and I let out a guttural groan and shot a huge load all over my chest and face. It was like a geyser erupting over and over. My ass kept having these amazing feeling spasms. I didnt know what it was but it felt better than the BJ. Dad must've liked it too because he began moaning loudly and holding me tighter and pile driving my guts even harder until I felt a hot wet sensation like my ass was being filled with hot water, but it was Dad's jizz. Oh fuck! This is awesome! I got up off of Dads still throbbing cock and the jizz dripped out of my ass like milk. Dad leaned up and lapped it up like the dog he was.
Well, we got dressed and went and cut down a Christmas tree like I had planned. We had a great Christmas that year. and I later started going "Hunting" with Dad to keep up our hot fuck sessions. I've got some interesting stories to tell about that but that's enough for today. Maybe real soon I'll tell ya about the first time Dad let me fuck him.
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MEDIA THAT I RECOMMEND YOU CONSUME INSTEAD OF SUPERNATURAL FOR BOTH HEART AND HEALTH BROKEN DOWN BY TYPE OF MEDIA AND WHY YOU MIGHT LIKE IT IF AT ANY POINT YOU, LIKE MY POOR POOR SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SELF, WERE INVESTED IN THIS ABSOLUTE GARBAGE FIRE OF A SHOW
with apologies to anyone on mobile who’s readmore function APPARENTLY doesn’t work
(I haven’t watched supernatural for at least five years and, given any sort of luck, I will never do so again, do not @ me)
hello babes. I am talking to you know bc I keep seeing supernatural, unironically, on my dash, and I think we can all do better. I see what’s happening and I think: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hU3i_o5Xd4g
Supernatural is fudge stripes. You are Megan. We can fix this.
So a list of alternate things that I think are overall better written/characterized/just generally more enjoyable that might scratch some of those itches:
okay look if u were on tumblr last year u probably already watched this show but like. If u haven’t, it’s only six episodes babe and there’s a large enough fandom that u can go down a fanart hole for days on end
Basic summary: the antichrist has reached that lovely young age where he’s supposed to bring about the apocalypse. An angel and a demon who have decided that actually they like the world as is, thank you very much, try to stop the end times. They’re not very good at it though, which makes for a comedy of errors.
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: theologic (mostly christian) exploration/parody/imagery without inherently being a religious show. Fighting off the apocalypse narrative, which I think pretty much always goes hard as hell, but that’s just me. There’s a gay angel who’s socially awkward. There’s a fun very British demon. Touches on the hierarchies of heaven and hell, with framing Heaven as a bureaucracy and blurs the differences between angels and demons. Pining. Tenderness. A deep nostalgia for 80s music, though in this case it’s specifically queen, and who doesn’t love queen. Main character has a weirdly strong bond with his black vintage car. Satan is (sort of) fought.
sometimes...things that are kids shows...with a set story and a predetermined ending...are better
(also this isn’t relevant to any of what I’m talking about but I really appreciate that Gravity Falls specifically went against the thing that most begged me about ATLA aka that a 15 year old girl would be like yeah I’m into a 12 year old boy because the 12 year old boy has a crush on me and I apparently don’t get to really have a say in this. How does that make sense.)
Basic Summary: Twelve year old twins Dipper and Mabel go to stay with their Grunkle Stan for the summer in a small Oregon town called Gravity Falls. Turns out this town is filled with all sorts of strange phenomena that they often have to confront, work around, learn about, or befriend!
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: The core focus of the show is a close sibling duo, but like It’s obvious that the siblings actually like and love each other and while they have their spats it’s still incredibly clear that they deeply care about each other even with their differences LIKE SORRY SUPERNATURAL YOU CAN’T JUST TELL ME THAT SIBLINGS CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER AND THEN THEY SPEND ALL THEIR TIME FIGHTING AND LYING TO EACH OTHER AND GENERALLY ACTING LIKE THEY CAN’T STAND EACH OTHER’S COMPANY BUT THEN OOOHHH YOU CRY ON TOP OF THE HOOD OF A CAR EVERY THREE EPISODE AND SUDDENLY THEY’RE SOULMATES OR WHATEVER
Anyway. Yeah. GF has a solid sibling dynamic. Monster of the week that builds up to greater over-arching plot. A little bit of body horror, you know, for humor. Fair amount of meta humor playing with the tropes of the genre. A Good Ol Big Bad that tries to pit the siblings against each other. Have to fight the apocalypse (you’ll see this point on like a good half of these recs, I really like ‘what are we gonna do about Armageddon’ media). Interesting creature design. Planned, satisfying ending (which supernatural absolutely does not have, but I still think if it had ended with the season 5 finale like it uhh pretty obviously was supposed to, that would sort of counted. Don’t revive shows that have clearly already told their stories kids.) Tie in media that gives you some fun extra stories when you miss the characters. (yes I read some of the supernatural novels when I was a c h i l d, yes I’m pretty sure there’s one or two of them still buried somewhere on my laptop, no I don’t wanna talk about it.) Older father figure (?) who owns a tbh kind of shitty shop. Both already in place and found family.
It’s a good show, and it’s two seasons. John Mulaney Voice: I dunno it’s 40 episodes
MINI REC ALERT! (mini recs are basically things that I’m not gonna go into detail about for whatever reason [probably either due to i’m not familiar enough with it OR I just don’t like. Have a bunch to say about it in regards to how it will scratch the itches presented to u by spn] but still seem like a Good Watch)
Mini Rec: Over The Garden Wall. Spooky Kids Media! Episodic! Miniseries so you can watch it in like 2 hours! Cool ass Animation! About two brothers encountering said spooky stuff! Big Bad tries to pit brothers against each other! Might haunt you for the rest of your life! Check it out!
The Haunting of Bly Manor
I think about this show every goddamn day of my life. (Also not relevant but Greg Sestero makes a brief cameo in it and I was like hi greg my friend greg!)
Basic Summary: An girl named Dani, while staying in London, decides to take on an Au Pair job for two young children, an older brother named Miles (age 10) and the younger sister Flora (age 8) at the spoooooky and mysteeerious Bly Manor, and she gets far more than she bargained for.
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Okay so supernatural doesn’t actually do this but I know I KNOW why we let ourselves be queerbaited in 2012. Four words for you: CENTRAL! GAY! TRAGIC! ROMANCE! You want some pining? Some tenderness? Some LOVE? Some dealing with internalized homophobia but no, like, actual violent onscreen homophobia? HAVE I GOT THE SHOW FOR YOU. If ur favorite episodes where the ones that make you sob (for me it was kevin’s death on god), I recommend this show. If you wished that supernatural literally ever had consequences or perma deaths or didn’t retcon major plot events like every five goddamn episodes so that there could be some exploration of like grief and trauma through the lens of/ higher stakes of horror, I recommend this show. If you really do stay up at night picturing a supernatural that wasn’t made by dumbass cishettie white men hack writers but was actually allowed to have Dean and Cas be in love over the course of the show so they could have like actual development and not the most homophobic gay reveal of all time, I recommend this show. Hell, if you just want a banger ghost story in general, I recommend this show.
As for what they actually have in common: horror setting/aesthetic without actually being all that scary most of the time. A strong sibling duo, though they’re not nearly as much of the focus of Bly Manor. Found family. Strong themes of grief. Questions of what turns someone into a monster (and done much better) An actual, much better noble sacrifice done out of love. Escalation of stakes until there’s a big final confrontation. Semi-big bad trying to tear this family apart. Found and pre-installed family. Sad orphans.
Watch this show. Vibe with me. Cry with me. Yell at me about Owen Sharma
MINI REC ALERT!
Haunting of Hill House- spiritual predecessor to Haunting of Bly Manor, though they’re not actually the same universe/story. However, it’s made by the same dude and has a shared aesthetic/sensibilities/some of the cast. This is only a mini rec bc I haven’t actually seen it, but I’ve heard good things and that it, while much more heavily leaning into family dynamics, has similar themes of exploring Grief and Trauma through ghooossstttsss.
Okay I know that this may seem like a Wild rec considering community is a school sitcom with basically Zero paranormal elements but just like. Hear me out. And no this isn’t just because I think it’s a realy good show and I want more people to watch it, though that is a factor. If I was just recommending comedies that I think are good and more people should watch regardless of them serving as a replacement for supernatural I would demand you all go watch Galavant and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. I’m gonna demand it anyway. Everyone go watch Galavant and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. Now back to your original program:
Basic Summary: A group of students at Greendale Community College form a Spanish study group, and things quickly go Off The Fucking Rails in the best way possible.
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: All right I’m gonna be real honest this rec is for all of my (correct) bitches who’s favorite episodes of Supernatural were French Mistake, Changing Channels, and/or Mystery Spot. You think if Supernatural would’ve been fucking fantastic if it had been a committed comedy instead of a CW melodrama that occasionally landed some admittedly really fucking funny episodes/concepts, Community (and the movies on this list) will gently take you into its loving arms and give you everything you desire. It’s about the Meta comedy. It’s about the discussion, exploration, and subversion of common tropes within the format. It’s about the grand use of group/ found family dynamics in order to max both the goofs and the heart. It’s about fantastic callbacks. It’s about having one of the few “asshole with a heart of gold” leads I can actually stand because. You know. Growth. It’s about the INCREDIBLE genre and pop culture parody. Which genre do they parody, you ask. All of them. They parody all the genres. The glee parody episode is a fucking masterpiece of television. If you don’t want to watch a show that features a Halloween party where everyone turns into zombies and the ABBA discography blasts in the background, you can stop reading right now, because I can guarantee you won’t be interested in a damn thing I have to say.
MINI REC ALERT: The X-Files. I’ve also never seen this but a: everything I’ve seen out of context has been fantastically weird and delightful b: it appears that there’s a general consensus that Scully and Mulder are one of the only valid straight couples so it’s probably pretty fun and c: let’s all be honest. Supernatural was already basically an x-files rip off, it had like half of their original writers swiped from the x-files crew, I’m pretty sure if you liked especially the first couple of seasons of supernatural, you’re gonna like the X-files.
Subcategory: TV SHOWS ( A WHOLE TWO OF ‘EM, OR MORE LIKE ONE AND HALF IF YOU WANNA GET TECHNICAL) I’M SPECIFICALLY RECOMMENDING FOR THAT COCAINE HIT OF PURE UNADULTERATED UNCUT 2012 TUMBLR NOSTALGIA
Yes, I know the show ended in 2010. Yes, it still provides that 2012 Tumblr nostalgia. 2012 Tumblr is a feeling, not an actual time period.
I love this stupid show. I plan on rewatching it all over the month of January. I harbor a deep amount of fondness for it. It’s why every time I see literally any depiction of Merlin I get just so fucking excited, and why I’ve consumed as many ridiculous Arthurian adaptations as I have (side note: my two favorite other ridiculous Arthurian legend adaptation are Avalon High, a DEEPLY silly DCOM that is required viewing to level up friendship with me, and The Kid Who Would Be King, which is the only movie that I think truly understands the comedic potential of playing a King Arthur Adaptation mostly straight but everyone in it is 12. I’m not sure it intended to be as fucking funny as it was, but again, they’re all middle schoolers. I have never been more jealous of an actor than I was of the 22 year old that got to play a 16 year old dumbass Merlin who was sometimes also Patrick Stewart and did all of his magic with ridiculous hand gestures That should’ve been me that should’ve been me that should’ve been me. Also Sword in the Stone by TH White is pretty good, because Merlin knows germ theory in the fantasy 400’s and he just uses it to be petty mostly. Also listen to High Noon Over Camelot by The Mechanisms. Also Also I tend to prefer family friendly adaptations because they don’t have the uhhh. You know. Incest and sexual violence of the original legend. Love to Not have that shit!) Whether you watched it initially and are due for a rewatch, or you’re intrigued enough by the concept of the show to watch it for the first time, you should join me on this wild wild ride.
Basic Summary: You know who Guinevere, Arthur, and Merlin are, come on. BBC said let’s make em all YOUNG let’s make em SEXY let’s make em FAMILY FRIENDLY and let’s make magic REALLY SEEM LIKE A THINLY VEILED ALLEGORY FOR BEING GAY BUT TO THIS DAY IM NOT SURE IF THAT WAS INTENTIONAL OR NOT BUT IT SURE SEEMS LIKE IT WAS. @ THE BBC MERLIN CREATORS WHAT IS THE TRUTH BECAUSE THERE WAS SOME INTERVI-
Basic Summary but like a bit more helpful: A BABY version of Merlin (and by baby I mean like 20 year old.) is sent from his small town to the big city the Kingdom of Camelot to find his destiny. Staying with the town physician and friend of his mom’s, Gaius, he ends up as both his assistant and personal manservant to Prince Arthur. But in a kingdom where magic is punished with death and the prince seems hell bent on getting himself into situations that are going to kill him, the young sorcerer has his more than his share of work cut out for him.
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Primo supremo queerbaiting. Like, yeah, okay, it’s queerbaiting, you know it’s queerbaiting, but you watch some of the scenes and ur like okay. I know why I let this bait me. Obviously with a modern show, I would expect more, I would expect better, I would raise my standards, but I gotta admit. Some of these scenes are fuckin compelling as hell, and the subtext is like barely sub. Monster of the week shenanigans. Some awful CGI creatures but like a charming awful. Like the kind of awful that tells you their very limited budget was more focused on cool swords than realistic creatures. Episodic stories build into a more overarching plot, with things getting darker in season 4/5. Shitty father that end up eating shit and while the son of said father is rightfully conflicted and upset over the death it’s cathartic and victorious as all hell for the audience. Multiple hot evil women, and I love hot evil women. There’s also nice hot women, which is a bonus. These women don’t all immediately stupidly die, so that’s a nice change. Also like a LOT of sarcastic humor and shenanigans if u like Sass Merlin is there for u personally name a more iconic line than “Oh I’m sorry, how long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?” AND THAT’S IN THE FIRST FUCKIN EPISODE brilliant amazing fantastic show stopping. Also you know those like dumb hijink episodes where like Dean was possessed by the spirit of a dog or some shit? You bet your bottom fuckin dollar BBC Merlin has those kinds of storylines. Also I know some people go to spn bc it had that HUGE fanbase and like BBC Merlin’s fanbase is still SURPRISINGLY poppin even though it’s been a decade since there was new content so like. Have fun!
Doctor Who but Specifically the RTD Era
Look I’m not here to say that the first four seasons of reboot doctor who are the only good doctor who or inherently better than all the rest (though the RTD era is my favorite personally) BUT when ur seekin that sweet sweet superwholock frenzy nostalgia, this is the ‘who’ that is being referred to. Also like. Stan 9. We should all collectively stan the ninth doctor. Chris Eccleston, the Objectively Best Famous Chris, deserved better.
Basic Summary: An immortal alien that goes by “The Doctor” travels across time and space with a variety of different companions, often to try and save the day or fix a (sometimes self created) mess. It’s distilled campy sci-fi with a family friendly tone that has made me cry on several occasions.
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Monster of the week that, you guessed it, builds into bigger overarching plot style narrative. Fighting off the apocalypse, but like every couple of weeks because worlds are in danger a LOT. A semi-tragic romance that made people go absolutely buck fuckin wild bc pining n shit. Wamen, but they aren’t fridged. (actually for real though none of the main women die and I just think that’s really fun and flirty even though I could go on a COMPLETELY SEPARATE rant about the injustice of one of the character’s ending YES season 4 is my favorite season and one of my favorite pieces of media ever and I am currently actively recommending it to you YES im still fucking pissed over how it ended YES we exist) Specifically, a Wonderful and Very Excellent woman named Donna who goes on a spa trip that doesn’t end up going very well. That seems like a highly specific example, and it is, but it did happen in both shows. (Also, to anyone that continued watching SPN after like idk season 9 what happened to Donna? I always liked her and I know she became a recurring character so like DM whatever probably injustice was the end of her story line pls and thank you) I’m also extra specifically recommending for Supernatural Fans and also The World At Large: Season Four of Reboot Who. I rewatched it last year and it still goes so fucking hard. Donna Noble is the best character in existence. In regards to the appeal for SPN, personally I think the best part of SPN was when people who are soulmates went on adventures and tried to save the day and it was a good mix of banter and sincerity AND GUESS WHAT’S BASICALLY THE ENTIRETY OF SEASON 4 OF DOCTOR WHO. It’s so good y’all I wish Everything was about soulmates going on adventures and trying to save the day.
OKAY TV SHOWS DONE TIME FOR M O V I E S which I don’t have nearly as many recs for but uhh here goes
What We Do In The Shadows/ Shaun of the Dead
I’m lumping these two together bc my reasons for recommending them are largely the same, and I would call them tonally similar enough that if you like one you’ll probably like the other
Basic Summary (Shaun of The Dead): Uh-oh! London’s had a break out of some of that good ol’ zombieism. Shaun and friends decide to hunker down in a local bar, but they have to get there first. Will they survive? Will they fuck up some zom zoms? Who’s to say?
Basic Summary (What We Do In The Shadows): Some vampire roommates dick around. I think there’s technically, like, a plot, but it’s really just about some vampires Doin Their Thing. Vibin.
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: This is kind of similar to the Community recommendation, in that supernatural had the opportunity to be one of those things that was both a parody of a genre but also just a really good example of the genre. WWDITS and SotD are both those things for vampire and zombly movies, respectively. Have the aesthetic and some of the themes of a horror but is not actually all that scary. Horror Comedy is a god tier genre and I don’t know why it’s not more widespread. Fun monsters/cast of characters in general, so at least one person in it is probably going to make you go “oh gender” ya know? With SotD you have the fantasy power trip that comes with like any piece of media that involves hunting monsters. With WWDITS I go “yep that’s how bisexuals dress” and I Will Not Clarify which character I’m talking about.
MINI REC ALERT: All of Taika Watiti’s filmography. Thor:Ragnarok is one of like 3 marvel movies that I consider genuinely fucking fantastic completely independent of the MCU and my own tendency to be like “hurr bdurr I love. Superheros”. For the one that is most tonally like Supernatural But Significantly Better and Written By Someone Competent I think I would say try out Hunt For The Wilderpeople. It’s got a reluctant curmudgeonly father figure and I KNOW some of you motherfuckers were so invested in spn when you were like 16 bc you had daddy issues. This is a callout post for my friend [REDACTED], who I should text to watch Hunt for the Wilderpeople, actually.
MINI REC ALERT X2!!!: Bram Stoker’s Dracula. I’ve never seen it but it has both Winona Ryder AND Keanu Reaves so like. Goth bi rights.
Happy Death Day (and Happy Death Day 2 U)
happy death day was one of those movies that I saw the trailer, went “eh”, heard other people say it was great, watched, and went holy fuck this slaps. Not nearly as much of a slasher film as the trailers implied if im remembering the trailer correctly
Basic Summary: Our main character Tree keeps waking up on the day she was murdered. The day resets every time that she dies. That’s right, it’s a time loop storey babey!!!!!!!!!!!
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: If you were anything like me you were foolishly lulled into supernatural for way longer than you should’ve been on the promise that the characters would idk like grow and change and become better and learn lessons and some of that would be through the power of receiving love and kindness. You know. Like how good writers would do it especially if their main characters are kind of dicks that really should make some changes. Well, Happy Death Day fucking delivers on that promise in SPADES. It’s about growth! It’s about change! It’s about making the active decision to become a better person and putting effort into doing so! There’s heavy themes of like grief and trauma and acknowledging them and facing them head on in order to move on and the negative consequences of refusing to do so and just trying avoid it until it goes away. There’s a romance that makes my dumb little self do the pleading face emoji. Tree is also one of the only good asshole with a heart of gold characters. I also think media is improved by having at least one character that is a Good Good Boy (note: Good Good Boy character does not have to be a man.) and Happy Death Day has Carter. Oh on that note: Tree Voice: I’ve only had character for (the same repeating over and over) a day but if anything happens to him I’ll kill everyone here and then myself. Also the movie is funny so like hell yeah.
that’s all I got for relevant movies right now
jk i’m illiterate. Everyone should feel free to go ahead and add their own suggestions for this section The best I can do is uhhhh I think y’all would probably like Mira Grant’s novels, particularly the Newsflesh stories, bc sibling dynamics. Also the book The Haunting of Hill House is really good. Ballad of Black Tom slaps? There’s of course the Good Omens novel that the show was based on. I’m about to recommend some podcasts after this section which will include to Welcome to Nightvale because of course it will and the tie in novels for that slap, especially It Devours!, and I’m pretty sure they work as stories even if you know nothing about the podcast. Also also I think you should read “The Long Way to A Small, Angry Planet” by Becky Chambers It’s not thematically similar to supernatural at all but it’s one of my all time favorite sci fi novels and only like four people have read it which is a goddamn TRAVESTY.
Anyway yeah that’s it that’s all there is. Onto the medium that is like books but I can fold laundry or cook while consuming their narratives.
Okay so this is getting uhhh wicked long so I’m gonna limit myself to only three full blown recs and a
Alice Isn’t Dead
Fuck me running this show is so good. Literally hands down my all time favorite (and scariest!) horror podcast. Mamma mia, that’s a good fuckin story. The Book version is also good and has fewer Weird events but some further character development so I recommend them both.
Basic Summary: After her wife Alice disappears mysteriously, Keisha takes up a job as a long haul trucker, traveling all across America in order to find her, but ends up finding so much. Pursued by a deadly creature she calls The Thistle Man, the stakes of her journey are raised.
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: okay so I have a lost of bullet points of things that appealed to me specifically about supernatural and how no other shows covers all of them which sucks bc it means I basically Yearn for a show that’s supernatural but good. Alice isn’t Dead, however, hits the most of these bullet points AND is so fucking good. It has monster hunting. It has stopping a cataclysmic event BUT also discussion of the cyclical nature of events such as these and how the fight never truly ends but you can make some fucking progress nonetheless. It has a central gay romance that’s actually a central gay romance. It’s the ONLY show on this list that really hits that the weird and dark underside of americana vibe but specifically the americana of not like suburbs and shit but that eerie haunted feeling you get when you’re hours into a late night drive on open roads with no civilization around and an expansive sky and it just Seems like something should be watching you. Have you ever been out for a walk at midnight and encountered a deer and you looked into each other’s eyes and it felt like it was telling you a message that you couldn’t possibly hope to parse? Have you ever felt an incredible sense of deja vu eating in a restaurant you couldn’t have possibly been in before, because you’ve been to a thousand diners a thousand times just like one, and there’s an incredibly sense of homogeneity even though you’re 2000 miles away from anyone and anything that could possibly know you? Have you ever traveled to an area that seems to be stuck in a bubble of time, the only thing that shows any evidence of having aged past 2006 being yourself, and you wonder how your cell phone even works around here? THAT’S the spooky americana I’m fuckin talking about! Messed up road trips! Too much goddamn space! America is scary because it’s big and Filled With Things but also Not Enough Things! Fuck yeah!!!!! That time bubble fuckin EXISTS in Wyoming the most recent song on the radio I heard was fuckin Hey Soul Sister!
Also has a thing where like are there even good guys and bad guys in a conflict or is it all just one umbrella nightmare that you’re trying to stand against in anyway possible (u kno..like how the overarching structures of both heaven and hell were kinda fucked in spn? No spoilers but similar shit be happenin in Alice Isn’t Dead). Exploration of what makes someone into a monster, like how do you go down that path? Also this is the only show on this whole damn list that southern gothic music really suits it so points for that.
The Magnus Archives
You know I had to do it to ‘em.
Basic Summary: Jonathan Sims has just become the Head Archivist at the Magnus Institute, a “research” “facility” that looks into paranormal/esoteric/unexplained phenomena.
John Mulaney Voice, Again: Nobody knows what the archivist is going to do next, least of all the archivist. He’s never been in an archives before, he’s just as confused as you are.
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Oh fuck this document is over 5k long I said I wasn’t gonna do this hhhhh so lipton lightning round: Slowburn Gay Romance but Actually Canon, Monster Hunting but Hey What Even Is A Monster Anyway, Acts Somewhat like a Loosely Connected Horror Anthology until it DOESNT, Little Things Build to Bigger Narrative, Characters Be Goin Through It (On God These People Need Therapy), Trying to Prevent/Fix The Apocalypse (X2!!!), Smug Asshole Big Bad, Horror as a Metaphor For Various Shit, Basically if you thought that the Men of Letter concept slapped and you think it should’ve been the whole damn show including being Deeply British you would probably really fuckin like TMA. Also if ur like the ideal piece of media is a horror tragedy but also like it’s a wacky sitcom but also also fuck cops. U will like tma.
Welcome to Nightvale
IF ANY 2012 TUMBLR FANDOM DESERVES TO MAKE A MASSIVE COMEBACK AND BE EVERYWHERE AGAIN AND ABSOLUTELY FLOOD MY DASH IT’S WELCOME TO NIGHTVALE WHY DID WE ABANDON THE SHOW THAT TREATED US THE MOST KINDLY DID YOU KNOW THAT EPISODES 108-110 ARE THE BEST FUCKING BUILT UP NARRATIVE REVEAL THAT I HAVE WITNESSED IN MY LIFE DID YOU KNOW THAT IT CONTINUED TO BE REALLY FUCKING GOOD AFTER MOST PEOPLE STOPPED LISTENING DID YOU KNOW CECIL AND CARLOS ARE MARRIED AND THEY HAVE A DOG AND A TODDLER NOW BECAUSE OF ALL THE GAY PODCAST PROTAGONISTS CECIL GERSHWIN PALMER LOVE OF MY LIFE ELDRITCHIAN CHEERLEADER AND CERTIFIED BIMBO KEEPS FUCKIN WINNIN BABY. DID YOU KNOW THAT CECIL THINKS PEANUT BUTTER IS A ROCK.
Basic Summary: Welcome to the sleepy desert town of Ņ̶̏ight V̶͚̰̮͗̔̊̊ale! Community radio how host Cé̵̟͚͕̗̞̙͂͑̽̄́c̵̤̼̞͈̪͓̍̽̋̚̕͜il Pǎ̵̧̨̢͚̻̈̂̄̇͐̇̊̀̆ͅl̶͚͎͕͉͖̬͓͑́̐̒̍̿̈́͢͜͝ͅm̸̧͙̟̖̠̳̬͋́͋́͌̚̚ͅȩ̙̖͎̖͂́̒͐͜͞r̢̢̛̰̻̮̺̩͙̼̈́͋̀͘ is here to k̠̠̰̦͙̯̥̎̄̆͌̎̀̿̔̌̚ê̷̢̬̥̞̩̯̘͒̽̈̓͐̂̔̍e̶̡̝̗̺̫̪̜͆̓̿̈͌͌̆͒͞ͅp̵̹̗̬̼̠̬͙̏͐͐̉̅͊͊́͟͞ͅͅ ỷ̛͙̞̦̦͖̑̉̌̎͞͡͡͝ͅo̧̧̥͎̻̥̲͇͋́́̔̈͌͞ǔ̸̬̯̫͇̦̮͕̤̲̯̽̔̀̔͆͋̈́͘̚ up to date all the local happenings, including w̸̢̢̢̧̡̡͍͖̻̳̹̼̼̰̬̭̱͔̲͙͍̰̠̥̺̝͖̺̖̼̮̼̞̳̞̜͉̤̯͇̖̳͖̠̙̺̲̤͇͈͚͓̮̭̱̭̩͚̟̥̬̟̻̝̼̖͚̘͐̆̅̂̃̈́͆͊̉̏͒́̈́̋͗͑̄̉́̐̌́̿̌͛̾̎̊̾̃̈́̉̔̍̐͛̕͘̚͜͜͠͠é̵̢̡̧̨̨̡̧̨̡̛̹̥̥̞̮̯͙͈̻̝͓͖͙̦̰͍̖̜̲̰̞͎͈̭̯̳͕̗͓͈̭̫̼̯̪̞̯̰̲̘̭͎̪̱̗̝̝̞̤̱͉͙̯͎̬͎̙̜̗͉̩̦͕̪̳͇͙̺̙̰̠͚͎̜̠͔̬͎̺̣͕̜̊̓̃̐̂́͂̎̐̾̔̽̀̉́̍̊̂̿̎͂͐̎̐̄̍̔̋̐̃͗̈́͂̀̒̊̎͘͘̕̚̕͜͝͝͝͠ͅͅa̸̡̧̡̡̨̡̨̛̛͙̣̘̳͎͖̥̝̟̱̩̥͙͉̝̲̙̮̩̩̹̱͔͎̥̹̻̜͚̭̬̳͚̤̙̖̯͎̱̫̞̪̻͖̱̞͔̭̻̺͚͚̯̬͓͓̳͇̳̦͓̞͈̮̤̭̣͉̲̞͚̘͗̆̃͌̅̍͊̓̈̇̌̒͊͑̊̏̊͌̈̓̿͗̒̏̒͊͒̏̃̎̒̀̅̾̍̀͘͘͜͝͠ͅt̵̢̡̨̧̧̛̛̛̯̤͓̘̻̤͓̪̰͔̪̝̫͎̻͔͈͎͔͙͕͈̰͓͍̀̏͒̆͋̈́̈́͂̔͋͆͂̅͗̍̆̍̆̔̑͊̏̈͒́̽͊́̿͂́̓͛̽͐͌̌̐̈̇̃̓̆̍̅̃̔̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅͅh̸̨̨̡̢̢̡̢̧̡̧̢̡̨̡̭̜̬̬̙͕̗̙̻̯̠̘͙̻̥͉͚̼̗͚͇͉̰͍̥͉̗͎̬̫͖͉͔̼̮̯̞̫̬̟̻͉̖̙̥̫͖̬͚̟̜̭͇͎̭̘̝̲̤͕͎̰̭̗̯̮̤̙̙̯͍̞̭͚͔͎̞̹̲̟͉̩̭̖̱̠͍̺͈̟̩̋̆̈́͆̍̆̄̏͜ͅͅȇ̸̢̢̨̨̧̛̜͍̺͎̬̪͙̻̝̣͓͈̺̩̳̟̲̠̣͈͎͎͈͉̙̪͖̳̺͇̹̊̍͊͑̿͊̌͛̿̓͊̾̀͂͛̉͆̾̽͆̈̏͛̊͛̍̈́̇͋̔͂̑͐̂̿͊̽͑͘̚͘͝͝͠͝ͅͅŕ̵̨̡̨̨̢̧̡̧̨̘̟͙̦̲̲̪̦̙̼̠̳͚̞̦̞͖͚͇̳͖̲̭͕̜̫̳̖̙͖͉͎̘̘̤̠͈̬͕̝̻͚̥͍͕̠̥͙̙̪̖̯͍̘̘̲̣̹̜̪̲̭̟̮̫̖̤̰͔̩̩͉̲͚̟̝̦̬̪̘̬̮̱͔̻̦̼̃̐̂͋̐̅̋͒̉͛́̅̈́̒̒͆̑̆͊̒͒̀̍̈́̍͌̍̏̔͋͌̒̍̌͛̓̈̂̐̕͘͘͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅ ̶̢̡̨̛̠͇̹̯͕͍̻̟̼̼̗̩̱̗̙̱̥̜̬̫̜͎͉̺̣͓̟̯̱͖̣̞̠̝̥͍̲̳̙̠͔̹̘̲̲̻̖̈́̊͋͜͜ą̵̡̧̟͕̬̳̜͈͈̳̝̜̣̬͔͈͈͎͉͍̯̟̞̺͎̝͇̰̥͖̬̯͙̤̬̼̲̦̯̭͓̠̺̳̱̰̮̎͋͆̈́͌͆̎̉̓̇̐͋͋́̃̉̈̄̏̓̉̿̅̒̉̒̉͂͛̄̀̇̒͊͛́͊̎́͆̌̆́̌͂̈́̽̋͛͗̑̊̀́̍͊̌͆͊͐͆̅̒̊̉̾̄͛̑̕͘͘͘͘͝͝͝͝͠͠͝n̸̡̛̛̛̛̛̙͎̬̦̠̼͓͈̝̾̍͑͛̅̒̾́̌̍͛̇̋̇̓̏͛̔͛̈́͆̿̌͐̿͊̿́͒̍̃̀̈͐̐̆͐̉̒̂̉̀̅̇̾͋̍͒̋̈̌̿͒͐̍́͗̀̌̌̚̕̕̕͘̚͘͘̚͜͠͝͝͝d̴̡̢̢̛̛̛̺̠̳̬͎̞̲̣̲̱̳̪̹͉̝̠̱̗̙̫̠̹̼̙̝͉̲̟̮̙̙̮̻̹͈̦̙̞͚̜̙̖̞͓̙̭͉̃̽̌̅̔̾̈́̒̽͑́̒͋̓̈́͆͋̽̒̃̽̋̐͌͂̍͑́̽̋̍͗̋͗͂̅̽̈̈̾͐̄̃̕̕͜͠͠͝͠͝ͅͅ ̵̡̡̢̛̛̗͚͍̺͇̲̳̯͓̰͍̙̮̙̜̟̞̣̼͕̝͔͙̺̫͈͈̠̻̘̱͍̦̭͔͈̤̺̗̮͕̦̞̘͍̯̻̝͓̤̳̫͔̩͉̬̈́͋̈́̐͒́̔́́̿̓̆͐̎͆̇͒̄̈̿̓̑̾̏̔̿͊̌͆͒̒͊̓̅̓́̔̅̀̀̀̃̿̂̑͂͆̅̎̾̏̓̂̈́͛͌̇̾͌͐̈̂̆͐̅̓̍̓̃̆͗̃͛̏̒̌̀̅͊́̽̐̆̿́̌͘͘̚̕͘̕̕͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͠t̷̢̥͓̄͗̾̄̅̚͜r̵̨̡̨̧̧̢̛̛̛̛̛͍͙͚̥̱̞̜̦̜̼̺͉̠̬͎̰̻̜̼̫̤͓͖͖̤͇̞̥̖̈́͊̆̓͊̑̑̋̒̈́̔̆͆́̐͛͑͊͋̇̈́̓̑̍̏͐͛̽̋̎͑̃̈́͒̇̂̇̌͂̀̍̊̇̓̋̈́̌̏̕͘̚̕̚͝͝͠ǎ̴̡͓͓̯̘̥̱̱͖̦̺͓̘͉͖̞̟̦͈̜̥̰̘̞͈̦̠̼̯̙̭̼͚̟̖̲̠̝̜̐̅͆̏̈́̍́͂̃̾͑̓͋̽̄̾́̾̆̾͒͋̎͂̈́͘̕̕̚͜ͅͅf̷̢̡̡̧̢̨̡̧̢̢̧̡̧̫͖̖͇̲̫̮͕͉͓̩̪̳̹̩͎̖̟̤̤̲̟̪̫̻̻̖̟̦͉̼͎͖̭͍͖͎̖̳̳͙̜͉̝̘̺̖͚̙͉͕͙̯͖̞͚̮̲̻͉͙̺̭͓͎̤͙̦̦̺̯͕̜̰͍̳̙̦͉̪̥́͋̓̅̀͋͐̀̄̊̆̉̒̐͒̀̏̈̇̊̉̆̐̏̾̀̀̓͛͆̍̾͗͌̀̄̔͒̀̍̈́͆̔̒̑̏̍̏͆́̾̐̂͋̂̔̂́̓̓̌͌̉͛́̒̐̽̏́̑͊́̌̆̂̑͋̇̈́͌̑̿̅͗̚̕͘̕̚͜͠͝͝͠͠f̴̨̨̛̹͌̂̓͌͛̀͑̾̓̍͗̽͆̉̊͗̇́̍͌̊͐̔̈́̊̇͆̄̃̑̕̕͘͘͘͠͝͝͝͠i̴̧̡̢̢̧̢̨̨̧̧̧̛̛͎̗̳̦̘̙͓̦̙͔̜̼̘͇͇̺̭͉̠̩̟̤̥̘͙̤̩͔̪̱̻͈̪̼̼̞̠͎̟̹͕̻̭̤̪̲͕̟̺̻̻͖͕͚̣͇̖̰̝̩͈̤͕͇͕̝͙̙̪͔̗̫͇͎̙̲̲͖̗̘͉̲̣̤͎̔̐̆͒̄̈́̀̎̃̃̅͆̌̈́̽̈́̅̈́̑̄̇͒͐̀̐̀̒̍̀̓͌͗̓̽́͗̓̎͂͛̅̑̔̀͛̈́̽̾̃̊͊͆̄̍͑̍̆̌̾͗̄̊̽̉̅̆̀̎̀͑̿̎̋̄̆̃͐̾̏͛͒̍̋̅͘̕̚̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅc̷̛̛͚̝̻̣̞̓́̃́̀̃̓͗͌̂͛́̒̊͑̓͆̇̈́͑̏̆̀͌̑͂͂̄͌̉̔̋́̎͒̿͗͒͛̇͛̿̎̍̕̕̕͝͝͝͝͝ ̴̢̧̢̡̨̢̡̨̡̢̢̛̺̘̹̯̤̩̘̯͔̞̟̬̠̣̟̻̥̜̤͔̥͕̠̥̞͎̗̩̱̮͉͔͎̲̯̱̙̜̥̳̮͔̦̣͖͔̜͉̗̪̳̹̦̤͇̣̙͕̯̫̖̝̼̹͍̠͎͓̗͎̦͓̲̯̱̠̰͇̮̹͔̝͉͙̹̜̹͈̹̥͖̣̳̲͖̓́͌̈́̈́̀͌̄͂̌̾́̍̔̊̓̿͋͂͋̈́̋́́̒̓̀̒̃͂̀͑̐͛̆̆͒̈́̅̿͊͌̍͗̌̌͆̂͌́̉̏̒̓͊̾̒̓̋̽͐̏̾͘̕͜͝͠͝ͅͅr̸̨̢̛̪̞̬͓͔̥̤̣͔̭̥̙͉̦̗̠̳̩͙̂̈́͑͑̿̋̓̀͋͆̋̕͝͝ë̴̢̡̨̬͈͉̖̞͔͎͓͖̼̘̬͕̰͈̥͈̝̩͎͉͉̫̜͚͕̤͔̟̯͓͎̟͙̜̭̩̗̮͎̗̤͇̝̩͎̜̺̯͕͇̝͎̯͙̖͙̮̗̮̘́̑͑͛̂̅̄̌̽̓̒̾̿͆̏̏͐͛̾̂̃͑͆̅̄̿͋̅͂̈́̽͋͒̎͐̒̓͆̌̉͑͊́̀̈̾͛̋͑̋̎̈̀̽̀͊̏͘͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅp̴̧̧̡̢̢̢̛̛̛͚̟͓̖̭̪̻̪̲̬̥̙̥̰̼̹͎͕̪̞̮̺̰̬̘̫̤͉̦͙̮̖̙̹̻͔̖̮̲̞̣̻̜̠͇̬͚̱̦̼̲̮̀̂͌̍̈̒̍̋̌̏͐̓͛̉̂̈̀͑̈́͊͗͋͗́̂̎̎̃͆͒̅̑̇́̈͐̾̀̔̒̉͑͒̅̓̈́̋͋̀̍̄̿̌̀̉͆̇̔̈́͗̋̄̓̇͗̎̉̆͊̒͗̚̕͘͘̕̕̚͜͜͝͝͠͠͠͠͠ͅͅͅơ̶̢̡̧̨̡̛̛͔̦̼̰̠̯̰̟̲̣̜͙̲͙̪̱̱͕̺̪͈͉̺̻̙̥̲̩̲̩͔̠͚̩͓̞̠̯̟̫̣̗̦̰͉͚͙̺͎̼͖̥̙͈̯̲̝̞͎̻͕̮͔̰̖͔̭͙̩̼͔̫̹̘͓͔̜̘͍̍̅̄͋͑̋̍̊̉̄̈̽̈͐̀͌͐̆͊͂̐̋̃̎͆͛̐̀̂̿̈́͂́̈̌͐̇̀̒͋͑͐́͌̐̇̊͆̀͂͋̏́͋͆̏͗͂͑̂̓̽͘͘̚̕̕̕̕̚͘͜͜͠͝͝ͅͅͅr̴̨̨̨̧̨̛̘͕͈͔͙̠̬̯̩̗̰̗̬̦͈̗̝̣͓͓̟͕͙͈̠̘̻͓̭̝̘̦̦͓̭̘͙̻̙̼̩̰̝͈̱̝̱̬͉͙̣̖̮̲͈̙̱̩̣͕̦̰̮͔͈͓̙̮͍̳̟̠̞͎̱̣̰͕̩̝̲̝͐́́̍̈͐͋̐̑̌͋̓̈́̈͗̿̈̈́͗̑̚͜͜͜͜͜͝ͅͅţ̴̢̨̧͇͉͎̣̬̣̝̗̬̹͇̮̞̈́̐̌̇̈́̌͊̐̅̂̌̂͒͌́̈͌̂̊͗̍̿͑͋̎̓͂̀̎̎͒̾̏̒͌̃̄͋̌̾̍̈́̐̏͑̊̍͑͆̉̓́̆̌̾̓͊̊̈̑͘̚̕͘͘̕͝͝͝͝͝s̴̢̢̡̛̬̹͚̻͉̦̦̣̦̠̜͕̤̳͓͙̟̬͕̘̦̿͗̉̏̒͆̓̄͊͌͛͂͑̒̃͛͘͜͝͝!
Shared elements with supernatural that you might Vibe with: Honestly, probably bc Nightvale and Alice are by the Same Dudes, a lot of these points are the same as Alice Isn’t Dead, but it’s less scawy and more funney. Also hits the “horror, but make it kind of a sitcom” vibes. Doesn’t have the same road trip vibes, but DOES capture the exact weirdness of South Western USA, so I’m still giving it “fucked up americana” credit. If you’ve never been to New Mexico ur like this is an exaggeration clearly no desert town is subject to like ACTUAL cosmic horror and unexplainable sights but I’m telling you New Mexico is just Like That. (I highly recommend visiting the land of enchantment if you ever get the oppurtunity it is a deeply odd and wonderfully unsettling experience.) Look man it’s gay it’s a horror comedy cecil has a wonderfully soothing voice and it hates capitalism so fucking much like oh my god so much what more could you want.
MINI REC ALERT: Wolf 359! I have nothing deep to say about this I just like it and my gut tells me that y’all would enjoy it too I know there isnt much for physical descriptions in the show but I know in my heart that the main character is so so pretty and so so stupid. I KNOW yall like some himbos that experience character growth.
Okay since It’s my party and I’ll speak if I want to rapid fire list of podcasts I just like and want more people to listen to even though I’m behind on like all of them shhhhh: The Penumbra Podcast, BomBARDed, Dungeons and Daddies, Stellar Firma, Wonderful!
okay these aren’t like replacement recs or anything they’re just really good and I almost certainly would have put them on some sort of supernatural playlist in 2013 but I don’t, like, have a good playlist for them now so I’m subjecting y’all to them also they all have the youtube link for ease of access
Woah There Kimmy- Felix Hagan & the Family
Devil’s Backbone- The Civil Wars
Blood On My Name- The Brothers Bright
Awake O Sleeper- The Brothers Bright
The Bottom of the River- Delta Rae
Old Number 7- The Devil Makes Three
The Bullet- The Devil Makes Three
In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company- The Dead South
Bartholomew- The Silent Comedy
Pomegranate Seeds- Julian Moon
Curses- The Crane Wives
Tongues & Teeth -The Crane Wives
OKAY THAT’S IT! THAT’S ALL FOLKS! FUCK!
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Something silly and quick I wrote bc I love cooking in Stardew, and Shane. I just *clenches my gay little fists* love my stocky chicken man.
Shane looks from the counter and back to you. Then back again. Then once more at you. You raise a brow expectantly. Right-he should say something nice. Breathing deeply he schools his face, or, tries to at least. He can’t stop the grimace of dread tightening his lips. He knew you had worked hard on this recipe. For several weekends now you had spent your evenings locked away in your storage shed. Those freaky little chickens hard at work laying eggs for your next big creation. He wanted to be supportive. But-
How could a little jar look threatening? Because this stuff looked threatening. Picking up the glass jar he holds it up at arm's length. Even though it had been kept in the fridge over night it still radiated a faint heat from within. Shane holds it up to the window looking back at your skeptically. The light from the bay window of your kitchen seemed to just be absorbed by the contents inside. Sucked into the blackhole in a bottle. Food shouldn’t do that. If he squints into the void, he could see little flecks of ruby red and crimson floating suspended within. Was it seasonings? Or from the eggs? A mystery he didn’t want to know.
Even with the lid on it smelled off. Yah- no he couldn’t…
“Well?” You look so hopeful. It was cute. Work weathers hands clutching over your chest, like his opinion was the only thing that matters. And that that opinion better be a good one. Big ol’ baby doe eyes did little to him now though. Years of this tactic being used against him from Jaz and Marnie had made him immune. But, you were his partner. He should be supportive right? By yoba; was he trying to hype himself up to try mayo.
He sighs rubbing a large hand over his stubbled jaw and hands you the jar. You take it from him with a squeal of excitement.
It had taken you several times to get the goop into a jar. First couple tries to get the condiment into a jar had gone disastrously. Something about the concoction made it volatile (another reason why he was scared of it). Each time you had tried to store it it broke the containers. You had spent the last hour before presenting him this monstrosity sweeping glass up from the shed floor. Somehow you had wrangled it into some old mason jars that self proclaimed “wizard” had given you. Yoba, you were going to make him go gray with these shenanigans.
“Wanna try it together?”
He hesitates. “Darling, I would like to make it to at least my late 30’s.” He loves you immensely, but that stuff looked deadly.
“Hey!” You laugh smacking his soft barrel chest. “My goth babies worked hard for this. I worked hard on this.” You reach over him and grab your favorite wood cutting board. Shuffling about you wave the remains of the baguette you made yesterday at him. Damn, he was weak to your baking.
You had planned to try this new mayo with some fresh cheese and prosciutto from the market. In theory you believed it would taste like something gourmet. You were hoping for an earthier mayo than the regular hens. Something like a rich truffle oil and peppery. It looked the part to you at least and the spices you added to the machine you knew for a fact were complementary. Cheese board done you reach for the tiny jar.
“Please don’t open that.” Shane begs.
“I’m opening it~” You sing out and pop the lid. The reaction was almost instantaneous from the both of you. He gags covering his nose and mouth with his hoodie. You cough momentarily unable to breath from the stench before screwing the lid back on. But it was too late for the kitchen. The small space now smelt of sulfur, ash, and old vinegar.
“What in the hell-” Shane coughs staggering for the back door to let some air in. “Why did you make that!” He yells over his shoulder taking in large gulps of fresh sea air.
“What else was I going to do!” You round on him, eyes swimming with tears brought on by the putrid smell of the mayo. “They’re eggs!” You look so betrayed. Like the goop had personally offended you.
Shane laughs, the obscurity of it all hitting him. “Nah babe. Anything that comes out of chicken that looks like Sebastian should not be eaten by humans.”
“The aesthetic though-” You pout. You come to stand by him to clear your senses. Shane chuckles and pulls you close. He kisses your face, chasing away your frown until you were giggling against him.
“It does look pretty cool.” He agrees, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. “Maybe someone out there will buy it? Lewis has connections everywhere.” You huff but nod all the same. Taking a moment to run the jar back to your storage shed you return ready to eat a regular boring cheese board. Shane grins and nods along with your little mutters of betrayal and “no extra corn for them”. A lie but heat of moment ranting did that to you.
“How much did you make anyway?” He asks once you two settle into your breakfast nook. You go still, eyes darting everywhere else but at him. “Babe-” You flush, shoving a large piece of melon in your mouth instead of answering. Oh no.
Shooting him an apologetic look you swallow. “I-I might need help cleaning out all the mayo machines today.”
You are damn lucky he loves you.
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ASK: Naruto + Kakashi + Shisui + Gaara when their s/o tells them that they’re pregnant with not just one little baby, but TWO little babies? How do you think these guys would adjust to taking care of two little ones as opposed to just one? Thank you 😊
Immediately starts screaming. Either a happy scream or an oh crap scream or a mixture of both no one will truly know except for Naruto.
He will pick his s/o up and spin her around. After he sets her down his face is pressed against her stomach babbling sweet nothings to their twins.
Naruto is gonna be switching between kissing his s/o and kissing her stomach. He will be talking to all three of them in a jumbled excited mess. He’s such a dork oh man
They’re going out to eat to celebrate, but no drinks! Naruto is going to tell almost everyone in that restaurant and his s/o is so embarrassed the poor woman
No matter what when referring to his family he will always say, “…the four of us…”
I feel like it will take a while for him to adjust to two kids, especially if they are identical. I can see Naruto struggling with one child, two just makes the situation absolutely chaotic. Naruto did not have parents growing up, which means he did not learn how this part of life works or figure out how to properly raise a child. This means there will be a lot of struggle and frustration in the early development stage for their twins. There will be a LOT of phone calls to his s/o’s parents and grandparents for help.
Something that can be added to his top 10 list of “Things that Genuinely Surprised Me.”
When she first tells him that she’s having twins instead of one child he’s going to be shocked. His eyebrows will shoot up and he’ll let out a small ‘oh?’ as if it’s not a big deal. But when he lets what she just said really sink in he loses his shit.
He’ll lightly grab her shoulders and ask “Are you sure? We’re really going to have twins?!” then proceed to hug her as she tells him that they are really having twins.
Kakashi probably didn’t think he’d end up with a s/o when he became an adult and DEFINITELY didn’t foresee himself having children. He’s going to be in an astonished haze the entire time. She’ll catch him smiling to himself every once in a while, which happens when he starts thinking about the fact that they are having twins.
Once they have to take care of them I think Kakashi and his s/o would handle them very well. Kakashi would be able to easily pick up essential skills when taking care of them as babies. He and his s/o would have a very established system when taking care of them. If they’re identical then they would probably have a necklace or stamp or something that helps Kakashi and his s/o tell them apart. OR Kakashi could probably just bust out his dogs since they’d have distinct smells. On that thought, imagine his pack meeting the twins. Oh man my heart~ (I might write a scenario for myself when I have time next week and post it)
Once the twins are older Kakashi would remember how Sakumo raised him and base the way he raises them off that. He’d have two different sides of him. His “raising his own kids” side and his “teaching kids” side. If you had a laid-back teacher that was occasionally strict in school at some point, that’s Kakashi. At least that’s the way I think of him. Also, I headcanon modern Kakashi as a teacher. Probably a high school teacher that becomes a college professor at some point.
He’s going to be goofy as fuck as a father. Imagine his interactions with Gai times 3.5 and that’s goofy father Kakashi! Speaking of Gai, THE LOVE AND THE BABYSITTING AND JUST AAAAHHHHH
This man is grinning from ear to ear! He pounces on his s/o with a million questions. She is going to stare at him like he just grew two heads until he calms down. He is absolutely losing his mind! He won’t stop talking about them until they’re grown and out of the house.
Once she confirms that they are having twins he is hugging her and repeating that he “can’t believe they’re having twins!” He is so happy he can barely control himself for once. If Shisui didn’t have a small form of dignity he’d be bouncing off the walls.
I can see Shisui taking care of twins pretty well. However, there will always be the occasional hiccup or ‘what the heck’ moment like any normal parent. When the ‘what the heck’ moments happen he will most likely call his or his s/o’s parents for some advice. (Play dates and studying sessions with Itachi’s kid(s) is a must.)
I can see Shisui being the rule setter if his s/o didn’t want to be that parent but he would make sure that both of them would still put their foot down when need be. If their twins are identical and decide to do the ole’ switcheroo on them there’d be some trouble especially if it was over something serious.
If his s/o was fine with being a rule setter then they are going to be a dream team that has one of the greatest behaved kids in the neighborhood. Everyone wants to know their secret.
Shisui can be a goofy dad that rarely tells dumb dad jokes just to get a rise out of his kids, his s/o, and Itachi.
Someone, please save this man’s heart because it’s doing flips. I wouldn’t be surprised if Gaara grips his chest. Hahaaa old habits never die~
10/10 wouldn’t even say anything the first 5 minutes after his s/o tells him. He’s so shocked and already freaking out about their twins.
It would take him a while to recover from his s/o telling him they’re having twins. Once he gets over the initial shock I can honestly see him shedding tears. Gaara has grown a lot since he was a child and he knows this. To think about and compare the person he was before to now, as in that very moment, is astounding to him. He never would’ve imagined getting married AND having twins when he was a child/teenager.
Okay, he starts tearing up because he’s so happy and then his s/o starts tearing up because is crying and it’s just a ton of crying but not intense crying. When he recovers he’s quietly excited about all of this but absolutely freaking the fuck out!
He has a hard time adjusting to taking care of two kids! I headcanon that he’d struggle with one kid but two is just begging for trouble. He will constantly be asking people for help. I feel like if Gaara is really having a hard time with something he’s not afraid to ask for help. Might be a little shy during the initial approach but when he need help he will seek people out.
Their lives are going to be filled with learning experiences! The ‘oh I got this!’ attitude is going to be outweighed by the “oh. Well, that’s something…different’ attitude
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In the Blood - Chapter Twenty Two.
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Okay, I just made an important decision, because damnit, I have a voice in all of this, too. This isn't going to happen. He's not going to forsake his own existence like this and blink out the last thousand years like they or him mean nothing. Not if I have anything to do with it.
However, there isn't an awful lot I can do about it behind a locked door, which is why I'm currently running around his apartment looking for anything sharp to try and pick the lock.
“Fuck you for being so untypically male and neat, Eric!” I roar in frustration as I try desperately to find something sharp in this impeccably tidy homestead.
“No, stupid. What the hell are you thinking? There's no knives to be found in a kitchen that's never used!” I then scold myself with after I run to the kitchen area (that obviously isn't and never has been in use) to check the drawers for knives.
I hurtle around in a state of abject panic until finally, I find a letter opener that will do just the job...if only it was narrow enough at the tip to fit into the lock. It's too big by the tiniest of fractions.
“Fuck!” I curse, throwing it down in total tantrum and grabbing my phone from my pocket again, trying Pam and finding her cell to still be off and then cursing the fact that the one person who is here and I know would let me out is the one person I don't have a contact for. Sookie. However, I know who does.
“Honey child, this better be important to wake me this early, or the next time I see you I'm drowning you in the damn lake!” Lafayette exclaims loudly when he answers on the ninth ring.
“Lafayette, this is life and death important. I don't have time to explain, I just need you to text me Sookie's cell number, please do it now, I'm counting on you.” I reply urgently before I hang up, and then pace the floor until my cell beeps and I see he's texted me the contact 'Sook Cell' which I call straight away.
“Whoever this is, y'all have caught me at the worst time...” is all she gets chance to say when she answers.
“Sookie, its Tyra. Eric's locked me in his apartment under the bar, you have to come and let me out! Take the back staircase to the basement and then the doorway to the left at the end. It leads to a narrow passageway, Eric’s is the door at the end,” I instruct her as quickly as I can.
“Hang on, hon. I'll be right there.” She assures me concisely before hanging up. Hurry, Sookie. Eric walked out of here fifteen minutes ago, and I know by now at 4:50am the dawn will have broken, ready to burn him away.
I just hope I can get to him in time, but before I can pace any further while panicking, I hear a key in the lock turning, the door opening to reveal a confused looking Sookie.
“What the hell are you doing down here? What is this, imprison the blondes' week here at Fangtasia or something?” she asks me as I bolt through the door, hearing her running along after me.
“I'll explain all at a more convenient time. Right now, I have to go and haul a certain brave but stupid Vikings' ass back inside,” I tell her as we tear up the back staircase. “Thank you for letting me out, by the way.”
“You’re welcome. Believe me, I'm all for your plan, by the way,” she adds, as I push the doors open and we both run out across the bar, Bill watching us, Pam distracted by staring at the security monitor, blood tears streaming down her face and sobbing as she watches the sight of Eric and Russell both smouldering out on the asphalt. She won't be sad for long, because there's no way in hell I'm letting Eric literally chain himself to this fate.
“Don't cry, I'm getting him back for you,” I state emphatically, kissing her bloodied cheek before running over to the doors where Sookie waits. “Did you see where he put the keys to the cuffs?”
“On his key chain, he has it on him,” she replies. Flinging the doors open I then run barefoot out onto the frontage, Sookie hot on my heels.
“Tyra, get the hell back inside, now,” Eric demands, his words laboured by the fact he has no strength, his body burning up in front of me, Russell looking crispier than a piece of chicken that’s been in the fryer for too long. Aparently the older the vampire, the faster the rate of decay.
“No!” I roar at him in reply, pulling his keys from his pocket and flicking through them, having Sookie reach across and locate the tiny key for me and then take them and undo the cuff locked around Eric's wrist, with me snatching it and fastening it straight around mine as soon as it's off.
“Pull him back inside. I'll stay to make sure this one is nothing but dust before I join you,” I tell her, watching her nod and hearing Eric begin to protest as much as he can in his weakened state.
“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Sookie scolds him, lifting him under his arms and surprisingly for such a dainty girl, having the strength to drag all six foot five inches and a couple of hundred pounds of him across the parking lot and back into the bar, leaving just me and Mr Edgington.
“If I wasn't gay, I'd say nice tits,” he comments, his voice thick with the agony he no doubt feels, smouldering away helplessly beside me.
“They're not for you to notice, sunshine. Speaking of which, how is it? Are you enjoying its warmth upon your face Russell?” I question sarcastically.
“Oh, it's just lovely,” he replies, equally as sarcastic. “So, why save the Viking, feisty lady? Why is he so important to you?” he then inquires, no doubt wondering why Eric would have anyone else other than Pam to care about him this much.
“He isn't, but his cock and his bank balance sure as hell are,” I lie through my teeth. Even now, when he's going to be reduced to ash in front of me, I will not let anything on about my involvement with Eric. Immediately Russell begins to laugh.
“How I do have to admire that honesty. He ain't much use for anything else, I can imagine, so well done you for securing your future orgasms and pretty baubles he purchases for you. Smart gal,” he replies, sounding amused but still, there's spite laced in each of his words.
“Now you know my motives, do me a favour. Shut up and die quietly.” He chuckles labouredly some more before he's silent, leaving me to just sit and wonder how damn long this is going to take.
“Sookie, go back out there and get Tyra away from Russell. Now!” I instruct the young waitress who just hauled me back into the bar, who I attempted to fight off with all the strength I had left, which admittedly isn't much at all.
“She says she's waiting with him until he's dead. He can't hurt her since he's so weak, so what's your problem?” she questions, looking perplexed at my urgency.
“I have no time to explain this to you, just get her away from him or I swear I'll drag myself back out there to get her before trading places!” I hiss angrily, wishing I could just swoop out there and get her. Sookie needs to cotton on to the urgency here and just do as I fucking tell her.
If Russell touches her, even for the briefest of moments, he'll feel her energy. Because of his age and wisdom probably work out right off the bat what she is as well. There's no way I'm risking him using his last strength to pull out the cell I know is still in his pocket and let one of his associates know what he's found.
Whatever she is, she's rare. Just because he's dead doesn't mean he won't still try and take her from me as one last big 'fuck you Eric Northman' gesture. No, that cannot happen.
“Eric, I used to go to the same school as her. Let me tell you, if Tyra Boden didn't wanna do something, she didn't and that was that. She’s more stubborn than a mule on a hot day. I could drag you in because you're weak, if she doesn't wanna come back, she'll throw me across the damn parking lot! I’m not messing with the only girl in school who stood up to the meanest bully and threw her down a flight of stairs for trying to take her lunch money! Uh-uh,” she protests,
“Sookie, just go! If she says no, use force and do not take her refusal lying down. She hates being touched anywhere near her ribcage unless it's a gentle one, so if she hassles you, poke her in the side. She won't be able to fight back,” I shout tersely at her, about as much as I can in my weakened state, seeing Pam's high heeled purple pumps come into my line of vision.
“Alright!” she shouts, heading back over to the door and flinging it open in a haughty manner, while I turn my attention to a crying Pam.
“I thought I'd lost you.” She sobs, dropping to her knees and resting her head on my chest, her hands softly gripping my jacket, while I turn my focus to the display on the CCTV monitor...
I think it’d be fair to say I'm in the dark over some things here, namely why my old school pal seems to be in the thick of this as much as I am, also the reason behind the fact Eric is utterly desperate to get her away from Russell Edgington.
That’s easier said than done since she's incredibly strong for a lady. Also, as I detailed to Eric, she almost got expelled for kicking Kirk Thompson, the school bully straight down a flight of stairs for trying to bully her for her lunch money. Imagine what she could do to little ole’ me?
I mean other than that instance, she’s a very gentle person, but lord, I don’t wanna poke the bear. I have little choice but to, though. Jesus Christ, why is it always me put in these situations?
“Tyra, you have to come in. Eric sent me to fetch you,” I tell her as I walk back out into the bright morning sun, Tyra turning away from viewing the charred vampire at her side to smile up at me, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Tell him I'm fine. Ole’ crispy fried here isn’t going anywhere and so therefore, neither am I,” she replies softly, giving the arm that's cuffed at the wrist to Russell's a little shake. “Oh, quit your snivelling and keep burning.” She then sneers at him when he groans in pain.
Whatever her involvement is, it would seem she also holds the same amount of contempt for Russell as Eric does. I can hear it in her tone, which strangely enough, reminded me of Eric. They certainly have their similarities, except Tyra is a lot friendlier and less mortally threatening.
“Sorry, he told me not to take no for an answer. He also stated that if you did protest, I had to use force,” I state, unlocking the cuff that’s binding her wrist.
“Sookie, no offence, but if I don't want to move, you shan’t move me, hon,” she tells me, laughing a little while I grab her arm and try to pull her up. She doesn't budge at all, her body immediately stiffening in resistance. “Told you.” She then adds with an air of arrogance when my feeble attempt to pull her up doesn't even move her a centimetre across the floor.
“In that case, I've been instructed to do this.” Jabbing her in the side, she immediately loosens enough for me to pull her away from Russell, Tyra scrambling to her feet and attempting to push me away, but folding when I keep jabbing her in the ribs.
“Oh, ladies. If only I'd have been born a heterosexual! The sight of two scantily clad blondes having a brawl would have made my death, it really would!” Russell says slowly, sounding like he's in more and more pain by the second.
“Shut up!” Tyra and I both yell at him, before I push her back hard while still jabbing my fingers into her rib cage, trying and trying but not being able to move her far still. Holy Jesus, she's strong!
It’s as I'm still fighting to move her the five feet more I need to get her back to the bar front door that a big, black truck with heavy tints on all the windows comes screeching to a stop, two Were's who I recognise from the mansion jumping out.
They throw a black sheet over Russell and then carry him straight back into the back of the truck from where they came before the driver tears off just as they slide the door shut again.
“Great, thanks a lot, Sookie! I had him! He was minutes from death!” she yells, scowling at me.
“Oh, come on! Don’t you think if you were still chained to him, they wouldn’t have taken you too? Don’t worry, you’re welcome!” I shout back sarcastically, shaking my head as she rips open the front door and storms into the bar. This is where it all blows up spectacularly.
As I enter, I see a freshly fed upon Ginger present, Eric standing up perfectly healed and strong again. He’s also absolutely gunning for Tyra. Except I can't understand word of it since they’re yelling at each other in Swedish. Oh, god, he just slapped her face! What the...oh, good girl, Tyra! She just punched him in the eye, that was deserved!
Pam then inserts herself in the fracas, pushing Tyra behind her protectively to act as a shield against Eric. Just what the hell is going on between them? I thought Tyra had more sense to get involved with Eric Northman, because whatever it is, it's obvious it's just not the bookwork she's doing while she's here. This? This is a lover’s fight if ever I saw one.
“Eric, she didn’t just drag you back in here for her sake. She did it for me, too and I’m glad that she did!” Pam yells, all three of us having gone from English to Swedish in dialect. Basically, as soon as I came back into the bar, this is what I got...
“You fucking imbecile! I had him, he was as good as head until you came along and meddled!” He roared at me, about an inch from my face.
“I wasn’t prepared to let you die for that sack of shit!” I protested, more upset than angry really. Did I even get a thank you for saving him? The hell I did.
“No, Tyra! What you did was selfish and dangerous! You saved me because you’re so pathetic, you’d rather let a plague like Russell Edginton loose on the world than deal with life without me. Out of everyone, I thought I could count on the most pragmatic person I know not to fuck up my plans, but no.
“You’re still have all the same insufferable emotional vulnerableness as the rest of them! Fuck you for ruining this for me, how the hell am I supposed to get him back and do what I pledged to the authority now? He’ll be so heavily guarded from now on, I won’t be able to get within a fucking mile of him without him knowing about it!” He then roared at me in reply, before slapping me around the face.
This of course prompted me to punch him in the eye, not so much angry, but hurt that he could strike me and also, seeing that he was partly right. How is he meant to do what he vowed he would to the authority now? Shit. All of that brings us up to now.
“She had no right. Because of her, he escaped! What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” Eric yells at Pam, angrier than I've ever seen him.
“No, Eric. No! It's not her fault, just listen to me!” Pam begins urgently, still continuing to shield me protectively. “When I was watching you on the monitor, just a few minutes after you'd cuffed him, he put his hand in his pocket, He was using his cell to contact those cronies of his who bundled him into the truck, it's obvious. If it had been you out there still, you'd have been in no state to fight them off,
“Russell knows nothing of her link to you, so she's useless to him. If Sookie hadn't have dragged you in then they'd have probably taken you too, likely tied you up somewhere on their way to burn up for what you did to Russell. When you think about it, she was pretty fucking smart, wasn't she?” she then tells him, something I had no idea over. It makes me feel a little less guilty in an instant, knowing I had double good reason to do what I did.
I watch Eric begin to visibly calm down a little, his breathing slowing and then stopping totally again as he regains his usual cool composure. Just from looking at him, I know he's suddenly looking at things differently, having what he's had pointed out to him so crystal clearly by Pam. His eyes then divert directly to me.
“May we talk downstairs?” he asks, back to English.
“That depends, are you going to slap me again?” I ask angrily, unable to help myself. I’m so upset with him for doing that.
“No, and I apologise sincerely for striking you. Now, please.” Pointing in the direction of the basement, I walk away first, squeezing Pam’s arm on the way past, my friend winking at me in silent reply. Once we’ve returned to the apartment, quick as a flash I feel him wrap me in his arms from behind.
“What you did was incredibly brave, perhaps even a little romantic too. However, it was definitely stupid as well, because I'd give my own life for revenge against that man for what he did to my family back then and to protect the only family I have in the here and now.
“You made me very, very angry with your actions. Yet, I do see Pam's reasoning quite clearly, so I suppose even though you foiled my plan I have to thank you, because they would have made sure I died and then my death would have been for nothing at all. I'm not so angry with you that I can't see that,” he states emphatically while I just nod, not really knowing what else to do, or what to say.
“You hit me,” I begin, turning in his arms and frowning. “Whatever I did, I did not deserve to be assaulted by you.”
“Beat me. Slug me in the face as many times as you need to in order to make it right again. I deserve it, whatever you’d done, you’re right. You absolutely did not deserve me to raise a hand to you. I’m so sorry, Tyra. I truly am.” I believe him, I do. I might still be smarting both internally and externally at being slapped, I might still be livid, but I know he’s sincere.
“I don’t want to slug you. I hate fighting with you,” I sigh weakly, resting my forehead on his chest. “You’re not forgiven for hitting me either. While I’m not prepared to walk away from you for it, I’m not going to forget about it instantly.”
“I don’t expect you to, Tyra. Just know I see how wrong I was and if you never forgive me for it, then that’s okay,” he replies, stroking my arms affectionately. “It shall never, ever happen again”
“It truly wasn't all for me either, why I saved you. Hell, we aren't even in a relationship with one another. I honestly did do it for Pam too, and the fact a vampire like you cannot and should not have to forsake himself for scum.” I continue, feeling him rest his head atop mine.
“Can we just agree on one thing this morning?” he asks, stroking my hair.
“That we both stop talking and start sleeping? I think we need the rest,” he proposes, while I let him go and smile at last.
“I concur.” We both walk arm in arm over to the bed, stripping off and climbing in, Eric shutting his eyes and being gone to his rest immediately, me following after a short time of decompressing.
To remain asleep is all I desire, yet sadly I keep waking up, my subconscious needing the reassurance that he’s still there while I’m sleeping. It was a frightening time for a minute then, thinking I'd lose him, the only blood I have left in the world so soon after I'd found him.
To lose the vampire I'm beginning to find myself caring quite deeply for as well, it did mean I perhaps did what I did from a selfish angle, if I’m brutally honest with myself. However, I maintain it wasn’t my sole reason. I didn’t mention it at the time, but I did it for Godric, too.
I wanted to honour what was his final wish (to me) at least, to keep an eye on Eric for him. Strangely, with him being on my mind as I crawl out of bed and go take a pee, then wash my hands and face afterwards, I look in the mirror to witness the incredible sight of him gradually beginning to appear from nothing behind me.
“Godric?” I whisper, spinning around and staring at him, tears instantly filling my eyes. Oh lord, how I've missed him.
“Hello, special girl,” he begins, my tears escaping and cascading down my cheeks at hearing those words again after so long.
“Hi,” I sob, sniffing hard.
“Thank you,” he begins with a smile, his ghostly transparent form walking towards me, leaning in close to kiss my forehead, something I feel as a cold tingle more than a press of lips, since he's a spirit now. “I always knew you'd look out for him, just like I knew you'd be right for him, too. You're right for each other.” He tells me, while I smile.
“I miss you,” is all I can reply, my voice breaking a little as I feel extreme emotion choking me.
“I miss you too,” he tells me, slowly and sincerely, the affection in his voice making a huge lump rise in my throat. “I want you to know, you will find a way to end Russell Edgington, you will. Not Eric.
“You will find it soon, but when you do, just be patient with it. Keep up the good work, so far minus the bickering you two seem to relish in participating in with each other, you're doing a good job of looking after one another, which is what I wanted above all.” Slowly, he steps away, smiling kindly and fading out to nothing again, leaving me now to wonder why the demise of Russell Edgington falls at my feet so specifically rather than Eric's.
I know one thing for sure, there's no fucking way I'll be falling back to sleep easily upon my return to him and that nice, big bed I was enjoying sleeping in. Godric, the upmost respect I have for you, of course, but still. Damn you.
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hi, i hope you don’t mind that i’m a newer follower, but i’d like to request a male haikyuu matchup please :)
i’m a leo, use she/her prns, and 3 words my friends described me with are cold, smart, and hot (pls this makes me sound intimidating when i’m actually 5’2 and have the strength of a toddler)
i would like a mafia au with 💟 and thank you for hosting this event <33
Hello my love! I don't mind at all, it makes me happy that new followers are participating!💜💜
This was so much fun to write so I hope you enjoy!
I pair you with:
You never wanted to be an assistant for a mafia member but when your family owed a debt you were given over to the Aoba Johsai Mafia, the leader Tooru Oikawa assigned you to the real leader that you only knew as Iwaizumi.
Every morning you would be met with a random person standing outside your apartment door telling you that Iwaizumi sent them to drive you to work, the lie you always told your neighbors is you were a secretary of a big hotshot CEO, it wasn’t a complete lie, but still.
You sat in the card playing on your phone, the drives were always silent except the pinging of your phone as your friends texted you about the nonesene they were up to, it was nice to feel somewhat normal but the second the car went into the parking garage the sense of normalcy was gone.
The door was opened for you by Haminaki. “Morning, welcome to hell.”
You shouldered your bag and slid out of the car. “By hell I can only assume that you mean Oikawa pissed off Iwaizumi again and it’s going to be my job to clean it up.”
Matsukawa was waiting by the door for the two of you. “Oh you have no idea.” As he cracked the door open to the underground facility, you could hear the screaming immediately.
You felt a bead of sweat fall down your face, your eyebrow twitched in anger. You pushed past the two standing by you and walked in. The dim lights, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and weed flooded your nose as you stalked through the hallway. Kunimi and Kendaichi were hiding in your office and looked at you with their big pleading eyes to make it all stop.
As you passed through the entrance to the main meeting hall you saw Oikawa and Iwaizumi were running around, there was no weapon in sight but that didn’t matter when it was Iwaizumi. Honestly you wanted to let him pummel Oikawa but now is not the time.
“Iwaizumi, Oikawa!” You raised your voice as you stood there with a hand on your hip and a pout painting your lips.
Oikawa ran behind you and hid behind your short frame. “Save me Y/nchan!”
Iwaizumi stared at you with his cold eyes. “Move.”
“Whatever you do, just don’t break his face. He makes the deals and gets us money, you idiot.” You moved from the much taller man and walked into your office. You could hear the fighting and running, you put on your headphones and started getting to work.
Your day was immediately busy, there was paperwork that you needed to have Iwaizumi sign, money that needed to be counted, people that had hits on them. So much fucking work. You gathered the stack of papers and walked out of your office, walking through the corridors was always so sketchy to you, you knew this place like the back of your hand but it was always scary.
Once you got to the door you knocked three times, paused and knocked three more. “Come in.”
You opened the door and walked to his desk. “Here, I need these signed today by 5 and no later.” You slammed the stack of paper on his desk.
“You really let her talk to you like that Iwachan?” Oikawa looked over at you from the leather couch.
“Yes, she gets shit done unlike a certain someone around here. Have you counted the money yet?” Iwaizumi looked up from his endless amount of paperwork and thumbed through what you just threw on him.
“I am going to count it when I get back to my office. Remember 5.” With that you walked out and went back to your office to begin to count and record the money that was earned. By 5 you had the papers back on your desk now signed and ready for filing. You wrote down the numbers and handed the book to Hanamki.
By the end of the day you were worn out, dealing with this group of idiots was draining and you still had to go grocery shopping, how fantastic. Once you got your stuff put away you walked to Iwaizumi’s office. “I’m out for the day.”
The door was shut and no noise came out of it, how typical. You rolled your eyes and walked to the door where the two you met this morning were waiting for you. “Have a good night.” They walked you to the car and watched you drive off.
When you were dropped off back at your apartment you quickly changed and grabbed your shopping bags. You walked your way to the store and started your shopping, you kept it light and quick as usual but something stopped you. It felt like eyes were on you, you were trained to pick on little things like this.
You turned your head to see a man with stunning hair, silver until the tips where they were darker. “Sorry I don’t mean to stare, I just got caught by your beauty.”
You couldn’t help but blush at the words. “It’s fine, thank you.”
“I’m Semi.” He introduced himself with a big smile, after you introduced yourself he followed you around the store having small talk with you.
“Hey it may seem like a weird thing to ask to someone you just met, but wanna go out to dinner tonight?” He smiled leaning up against a shelf.
It would bring you some sense of normality to think about going on a date with someone. “What day?”
“How about tomorrow?” He gave you a sweet smile as he pulled his phone out, you put your number in and gave it back.
“Just text me the time and where you want to go.” With that you paid and walked back home, taking a different route to make sure he didn’t follow you.
The next day was actually pretty calm at work, Oikawa didn’t cause any issues that day and Iwaizumi was out all day in meetings with the “partners” that were under his jurisdiction.
After you were taken home you quickly changed into your favorite outfit and waited for the text from Semi on where to meet. You knew better than to let him pick you up given your profession so you hailed a taxi once you got the address from him.
You waited patiently outside the very expensive restaurant, you took a deep breath to try and calm your fear of being stood up but you heard the roaring sound of a motorcycle pull up and park. The silver haired fox pulled off his helmet and jogged over to you. “Sorry I’m a bit late, the ol’ girl was giving me troubles starting.”
“It’s fine, I’m just glad I wasn’t stood up.” You smiled at him as you both walked inside the restaurant.
It was a great date, it was calm and nice, a very drastic change of pace from your everyday life. He laughed at every joke you made and complimented you at every chance he had. It was super sweet you wanted to keep seeing him if it meant that your life outside of work would continue like this.
The topic of work never came up, now was not the time to bring those things up. At the end of the date he hailed you a taxi and waited for it to take off before you watched him leave. Such a gentleman.
You pulled your phone out and were surprised to see your text messages were flooded by Hanamaki and Matsukawa.
So who is this?
There was a picture of you and Semi sitting at the table.
An old friend. A better question, why the hell are you dipshits following me?
No reason don’t worry about that.
Figured you two were gay.
They blew up your phone denying it but you just shrugged it off until you got to work the next day.
Neither of them met you at the car, rather no one met you to walk inside. You cautiously walked inside, now the screams of people weren’t new to you but this was not normal, nothing about today was normal. You looked for Kendaichi or even Mad Dog but no one was around. You placed your stuff in your office and went to see if Iwaizumi was in but when you opened the door you were met with a horrifying scene.
Semi was tied to a chair, Mad Dog and Matsukawa were standing on either side of him, blood was falling from his nose and a few cuts. Your eyes danced over to Hanamaki who just gave you a sad look.
“Now I do wonder, is our precious Y/nchan a traitor? Has she been fed up with being sold to us to save her family that she would sell us out to Shiritorizawa?” You felt a cold blade against your throat as Oikawa’s words filled your ears. “An old friend huh?”
You swallowed harshly, why did this have to happen to you? “Let me go Oikawa.” Semi was a part of Shiratorizawa?
“On one condition, you ever, and I mean ever, talk to another boy from that devil spawn Shiratorizawa and I will kill you.” He pressed the blade against your throat. “Oh and I suggest you leave Iwachan alone. Got it?”
“Fine.” With that the pressure was released from your throat and you were pushed out of the room. Biting back your tears you rushed back to your office and closed the door. You were shaking so bad that you couldn’t hold your pen right.
You let out a little yelp when you heard a knock at your door around 2 hours later. “Sorry I’m late, you got any work for me today?” Iwaizumi poked his head in with an eyebrow raised. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing sir, I have nothing for you today.” You shrunk into your chair as you shakily wrote in your notes.
“Okay?” He shrugged and closed the door behind him.
The next weeks you spent avoiding everyone, especially Iwaizumi and Oikawa. You were staying late finishing up some filing paperwork, your headphones were blocking out any outside noise as you hummed along to the song. You could feel eyes on you but that was not a new feeling for you here, you kept filing the paperwork until you felt your headphones being taken off of you.
“Okay you have some explaining to do.” On instinct your arm swung back to smack whoever just touched you but your arm was caught by a much larger hand. You had just swung your fist against your boss. You struggled to try and get out of his hold.
“I’m so sorry, please don’t hurt me!” Your body had been turned around to face him, he looked upset.
“Y/n, why would I hurt you? What the hell happened?” He finally released your arm and watched as you rubbed the skin where he had a vice grip on you.
“Nothing happened, don’t worry about it.” You closed the filing cabinet and locked it. You had to listen to what Oikawa said, he was the leader after all, he knew your life better than anyone, the time you went to sleep, ate, hell probably even went to the bathroom. You pushed past the taller man and made your way back to your office.
“Hold the damn phone.” He followed you in and slammed the door shut behind him causing you to jump. “Something is wrong and I need to know now!”
Your hands flew to your ears to try and lessen the screaming. “Nothing happened sir, business as usual.”
“The hell this is business as usual dumbass! You have been avoiding me like I have the plague, you refuse to talk to me, to talk to anyone for that matter! What the fuck is happening with you?!”
“Oikawa told me to stay away so I am fucking staying away okay!” You threw your hands down on your desk.
“What the hell did Shittykawa say to you?” His face was stone cold as he waited for your response.
You looked at the papers that scattered across your desk. “After the whole Shiratorizawa incident, he told me to stay away from you or he’d kill me! There, are you happy?!”
Your teary eyes met his, you didn’t realize you were on the verge of crying until you looked up at him. He looked horrified. “Oikawa threatened to kill you? What incident with Shiratorizawa?”
“Like it matters.” You sat down in your chair. “The two dipshits saw me out on a date with Semi Eita, I had no idea who he was and we never talked about work but they told Oikawa and when I got to work the next day he said he’d kill me if I saw another Shiratorizawa boy or stayed close to you.”
“Goddamnit, I told those two idiots to keep the following on the downlow.” He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his spiky hair.
“Wait, it was your order for them to follow me on that date?” You shot up from your desk furious, if he knew about the date why didn’t he tell you it was with a member of Ushiwaka’s group?
“I didn’t know a damn thing about the stupid date. I have them follow you everywhere to keep an eye on you when I don’t know where you are. I’ve never been one to spy on you but given the situation with how you came into my employment well I thought it would be a good idea. Why they told that dumbass I will never understand, they should have come to me first.” He pulled his hair in a fit of frustration.
“Wait they follow me everywhere?!” You didn’t know what to feel, you didn’t expect this but you shouldn’t have been surprised.
“For your own damn safety! Jesus you can barely hold a gun with that strength of yours.” There was a pout on his lips. “You’re missing the point though. Why the hell didn’t anyone think to tell me what was going on?”
“Ask dipshits one and two that.” You took a seat again and rubbed your face.
“Was the date at least nice?” Was there a hint of jealousy in his voice?
“It was fine, I’ve been on better but haven’t had one in a long time cause of, well you know.” You motioned with your hand to your desk and your boss as well.
“Bet I could have done better.” He huffed leaning against the doorframe. Yeah he was jealous.
“Yeah I bet you could have as well but you're a mafia boss, you don’t have time to date.” You shook your head. “Plus I am sure that anyone within a 5 mile radius would see your face and call the cops if they knew what you do.”
“I can cook you know, plus I have a few high end restaurants under my belt that can close for one night.” He gave you a lazy smirk.
“You have fun with that and whoever you decide to take then.” You tried to focus on your paperwork but your head lifted as you heard his heavy foot falls against the floor.
“Well, what night are you free then? Gotta show you who is better around here anyway.” There was a slight blush to his tan skin. Wait did he really just ask you out on a date?
“How does tonight sound, Iwaizumi?”
“Call me Haji when we are alone like this. Tonight is great, I’ll pick you up in about an hour so get your pretty ass home got it?” With that he stalked out of your office. “Shittykawa! You got one hour to run and hide!”
You heard the other man scream in terror and the chase began, you didn’t want to stick around so you locked up your office and made your way to the waiting car. Once you got him you quickly got showered and dressed.
You got a text from an unsaved number informing you that Haji was there to pick you up. You quickly ran out of your apartment and to the waiting car, it was expensive and you knew who was inside. You quickly let yourself in and smiled at your boss. “Buckle in, this baby goes fast.”
“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t buckle in?” You locked the seatbelt in place and held in your excited squeal as he pulled away from the curb a little too fast.
The smile that lit up his face stayed throughout the night. He took you to a very expensive restaurant, better than the one that Semi had taken you to, he was even more of a gentleman. It was nice to see him in a natural setting.
“So you have them follow me because there are some places you can’t keep tabs on me?” You looked at him as you sipped your wine.
“I mean yeah, I want to make sure you are safe. You are one of our most prized assets.” He chuckled while taking a drink from his glass.
“How? All I do is your paperwork and count the money. Anyone can do that.” You felt heat rising to the tips of your ears.
“Yeah but no one can do it like you do, plus it’s refreshing to have you around. After all of these years I thought you would have picked up on it.”
“It just comes naturally for me Haji.” You shook your head.
“Not that you idiot, on the fact of why I keep you so close.” When you met his eyes he laughed at your confused look. “I like you dumbass, it really took you this long to figure that out?”
You tried really hard not to choke on your wine. “Wait what?”
“Oh my god. You’re ridiculous. One of these days I will just make you my little mob wife and you won’t have to worry about all of this.” He smiled with a bright blush on his face.
“Mob wife huh? Do I at least get to punch Oikawa?” You smiled at him, this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
“Any day you want, even starting tomorrow if you felt like it.” He chuckled and reached over the table towards you.
“I will take you up on that one Haji.” You held his hand.
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