#dude i feel so bad for g!charlie he was starting to remember and was so close to getting out!!!!

[mads-is-tired]

Ranboo saving Charlie while he was streaming is the direct reason Charlie died I'm not okay

Ranboo said in their stream today that there were two choices that he actively made without the audience's input. One was choosing the security code on his own, and choosing to save Charlie from the brainwashing. Obviously using the wrong code stuffed it all up (which released the wire monster) but they said that because of the time it took to pull Charlie out, by the time they reached the doors the showfall media employees were locking them. Which eventually leads to both Ranboo and Charlie's deaths, and almost mirrors the final choice of episode three, choosing to live but be under showfall's control forever, or to die, only it hadn't been realised yet. 

also SNEEG!!! The poor guy tried to get out and get help again but never made it, and died alone (because of Ranboo’s choice, ouch). While showfall probably wouldn't have allowed it but a storyline where he did make it out would be insanely cool. 

Another thing, while the theory that showfall kidnapped Charlie as a kid and raised him to be their entertainer is very cool and has a lot of potential, I don't think that's the way the story would go. Showfall was(is??) going to use Ranboo until he no longer had any use to them, like all of the other actors, combined with sneeg's death suggests that raising a child and creating a whole personality and audience for slimecicle would be overly complex when they could just take people who have already done the work for them. The slimecicle channel is canon to the genloss universe now, and they likely would have had Charlie continue to stream to keep up appearances like he's not missing. Also, when ranboo finds all the streamers he recognises Charlie by name, suggesting they knew each other before showfall got to them, because iirc the name Charlie is never used in episode 1 or 2. And there is surely enough history between the two for Ranboo to want to save him, but recognises that he can't save everyone. That or he just felt bad for ripping the man's guts out. 

Anyway, I have Too Many Thoughts about Generation Loss and desperately want to know if Charlie and Sneeg are dead dead or if they'll be coming back for more generations because they were both so good in this series.

[bibbawrites]

What Happens in Hawaii Stays in Hawaii - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (SMUT - 18+)

Request: could you do a fic with reader and Charlie where they are bffs and he brings her on the Hawaii trip but something weird in the system happened so their shared hotel room only had one bed instead of two and a whole smut ensues

Word Count: 1583 words

Summary: a simple mistake leads to confronting feelings for your best friend Charlie that you had previously tried to keep hidden

Warnings: smut (duh), slight dirty talk, swearing, unprotected s*x

A/N: this ended up being so weird and slightly uncomfortable but for some reason no matter what i did i just couldn’t make this serious lol hope you all enjoy this either way :) 

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It was the most cliche scenario in the book. You had agreed to join your best friend Charlie on his trip to Hawaii with his cast mates, and somehow there had been a mix up and instead of having two beds in the room you were sharing with Charlie, there was only one. 

Which would be perfectly fine, except for the fact that you were harbouring a crush the size of Jupiter on that same best friend you would be forced to share a bed with for the next few weeks. 

“You’ll be fine.” Carolynn reassured you after you had finished ranting about the mix up, as the two of you and Tori laid on sun loungers as the boys wrestled in the ocean. 

“You sure about that?” You questioned. “You don’t even know the worst part.” 

“That you’re in love with Charlie?” Tori asked. Your eyes widened. 

“How did you know?” You spluttered. She grinned. 

“Y/N it’s obvious. Just like it’s obvious he feels the exact same way about you.” She explained, and you cringed. 

“Do you think he knows?” Tori and Carolynn shook their heads. 

“Trust us, he’s just as oblivious as you are.” Carolynn teased, and you pouted. 

“I’m not oblivious.” You muttered and the girls giggled. 

“Sure you’re not.” Tori said, as they exchanged a knowing look. 

You sighed, leaning back onto your chair and shutting your eyes. It wouldn’t be that bad. 

-

If there was a competition running for famous last words, you would definitely get a prize for saying it wouldn’t be that bad. 

Watching as your best friend, the boy you had been in love with forever, entered the room with only a towel around his waist, body still wet from his shower, you sure regretted saying that it wouldn't be bad because clearly you had temped some kind of fate. 

You tried to ignore him, deciding that the best plan would be to just focus on the TV, but Charlie had other plans. 

“Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” Charlie questioned, running a towel through his wet hair. You swallowed as you looked back over at him, and shook your head, trying to ignore the droplets of water running down his chest.

“No it’s fine, we’ve shared a bed before.”

“Okay.” Charlie nodded. He ran the towel down his chest and you tried to focus your attention back on the TV in front of you and not the dripping wet, very attractive, half naked boy across the room.

Charlie crossed the room, grabbing his clothes from a pile, and without a second thought, dropped the towel from around his waist.

“Charlie!” You exclaimed with a choke, your face going bright red as you try to look anywhere but your completely naked best friend. Charlie just laughed.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before. Remember when we were kids and we used to take baths together?” He said cheekily. 

“Yeah when we were like 7. Not fully grown adults.” You replied.

“So? You’ve seen a dick before, right?” He asked. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, but that’s not the point.” You mumbled. Charlie didn’t move.

“Dude! Just put your fucking pants on.” You exclaimed. Charlie shook his head, finishing drying himself off before throwing his towel at your head.

He pulled a pair of sweatpants on before flopping down on the bed next to you. You looked at him and he looked up at you with a smirk.

“Enjoy the show?” He teased. You flicked the towel at him as he laughed loudly.

“No you asshole.” You muttered.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you so turned on right now?” He questioned. You blushed even darker.

“I’m not.” You denied. Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“You sure about that?” He sat up, moving closer to you so that you could feel his hot breath on your lips. Your heart was racing.

“Charlie, what are you doing?” You managed to stutter out.

“You can feel it too, right? The tension between us?” He questioned. You didn’t respond so he continued. “The same tension that’s been around for years. I don’t know about you but I’ve been feeling it since we were just kids. I’ve been in love with you since I was 12.”

You froze at his confession.

“You what?” Your voice was shaky.

“I’m in love with you.” He repeated. You threw yourself towards him, connecting your lips with his in a heated kiss.

“I love you too.” You told him. He groaned, flipping you over so that he was hovering over you.

“Do you want to fuck me as bad as I want to fuck you?” His voice was low.

“Please.” You whimpered, and Charlie connected your lips again, his hips grinding down into yours. You moaned into his mouth, allowing him a chance to slip his tongue into his mouth.

“Char.” You groaned, your hands threading through his damp hair.

“You want me to fuck you?” He repeated, mumbling against your lips. You nodded eagerly. He pulled away from your lips and began to kiss down your neck, biting and sucking to leave marks that you knew you were going to struggle to cover in the next few days.

He pulled away, sitting up, watching as you pulled your oversized shirt off, leaving you in just panties. His eyes lingered on your naked chest for a few seconds before he looked back up, his eyes meeting yours.

“Do you still have that thing in your arm to stop you from getting pregnant?” He questioned. You nodded.

“Good, cause I don’t have a condom. Wasn’t really expecting to fuck my best friend on this trip.” He admitted. You laughed, pulling him back down to kiss him again.

His hands made their way up to cup your breasts, his calloused thumb flicking over one of your nipples.

You whimpered again as he moved to suck on your nipple, his tongue flicking at the sensitive skin.

“Can you hurry up and fuck me?” You said, and Charlie chucked.

“Impatient much.” He teased, but he obeyed nonetheless, moving to pull off his sweatpants. You copied, pulling off your panties, and all of the sudden it hit you what was about to happen.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled.

“What?” Charlie frowned. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You replied. “Just realised we’re about to fuck.”

Charlie laughed.

“No kidding.” He teased. “You know we don’t have to if you don’t feel ready.”

“No, no, I want to. It’s just... I’ve been dreaming of this for so long and now it’s finally happening.” Charlie smiled softly at your words.

“Hey, I love you.” He said, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you too.” You replied. “Anyways, now that the sappy moment is over, can we get back to business now?”

Charlie laughed, pushing you back onto the bed before hovering over you.

“Ready?” He questioned. You nodded, opening your legs. He lent down and kissed you again, the tip of his dick brushing against your clit, and without a warning he pushed into you.

You gasped slightly at the discomfort as he slowly slid into you, waiting once he bottomed out.

“Okay, ready.” You told him after a moment, and he nodded before pulling almost completely out and slamming back into you. You couldn’t help but scream out in pleasure, and Charlie grinned, covering your mouth.

“Shh, don’t want anyone to hear us.” He said, reminding you that Owen was in the room just next door. You nodded, and the next time he thrusted he muffled your moans with his hand.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for so long, and you’re even better than I imagined. So tight and warm around me.” Charlie spoke as he thrusted. “And don’t even get me started on your tits, god they’re perfect. Oh and that ass, I’ve always loved your ass.”

You blushed at his words.

“You really never shut up do you?” You said, and Charlie grinned. 

“Nope. Talking is kinda my thing.” He told you, his pace speeding up slightly. 

“Gee who would have thought.” You mumbled sarcastically. 

“Hey, no sarcasm while we’re fucking.” Charlie reprimanded. 

“Can we not have a normal fucking conversation right now? Surprised you haven’t commented on the weather yet.” You groaned, the sound turning into one of pleasure as Charlie hit your g-spot.

“Apparently there’s a storm coming tomorrow.” Charlie commented. You glared at him. 

“Charles I swear to god.” 

He fell silent, the only sound the both of your heavy breathing, and the sound of skin slapping together. After a moment he spoke up again. 

“Can’t do quiet. My mouth just needs to be doing something.” He whined, and you pulled him down to connect your lips, sliding your tongue into his mouth as your orgasm rapidly approached. 

Charlie sped up again and you moaned into his mouth. He pulled away quickly. 

“I’m so close.” He told you. You nodded. 

“Me too.” You replied. He pulled you in for another kiss and with a few last thrusts he came inside you, causing you to topple over the edge too, walls clenching around him as you came. 

He pulled out and collapsed on top of you, his damp hair pressed against your cheek. 

“We have to do this again sometime.” He sighed, snuggling into you. You smiled softly before agreeing. 

Now that you had slept with Charlie, you didn’t think you could ever go back to the way things were. 

And honestly? Neither of you wanted to. 

[needsanexorcist]

———— STRETCH’S JOURNAL.

( ‘NO PEEKING OR I’LL PULVERIZE YOU AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT’ )

➤ Open anyway ?

ENTRY 1           Doc said to start with the basics so that’s what I’ll do even though this is really dumb and stupid and probably a way waste of time. My name is Stretch. My nickname is Stretch. My real name was Charlie or Chuck or maybe both but not like that matters cause if anyone called me that today I’d probably deck em cause that isn’t who I am. anymore. Anyway I know that Fatso and Stinkie are my brothers and I know that those aren’t THEIR real names but I can’t remember their names for the life of me. I know JT was my brother. I know JT’s the oldest and Fatso’s the youngest. I know Casper was my nephew. I know I was there a lot for him but I don’t actually know that it’s more like a——— instinct ?  I know he’s got a cousin but I figure he’s not a McFadden because I feel like I’d have remembered who he was otherwise. I know I lived in Boston. I don’t remember spending any time in Whipstaff but I must have because there’s a lot of my shit still here. I know that that fucking basta I know who killed me I’ll leave it at that. And I know that guy was supposed to be my friend. And I know that he had something to do wi███████. I know that I was 50 when I died and I know when my birthday is but I don’t know how I know cause I’ve never seen my own tombstone. I know I did a lot of bad shit too but I’m not sure about the exact details and probably for the best. Also know that I got a bad smoking habit cause I still do, I just don’t got lungs to destroy now. I think that’s about it for the basics but even if it ain’t I’m about done writing in thislike a teenager this was dumb why do I even bother I’m burning this next chance I get

ENTRY 2           Okay so I’m a fucking liar apparently whatever I remembered something kind of weird that makes no specific sense to me really. I vaguely remember getting my ass kicked right before I died so I always figured it just somehow fucked me up bad enough to carry onto the next life and that’s why my eye’s all messed up except. I remembered having a conversation with someone, someone who was icing my face cause I was all sorts of fucked up but I don’t know how or why although knowing myself it probably didn’t take much. I remember her saying something about wanting to kill m████ she was pissed off and I think it was on my behalf though I’m not sure why. I don’t recall much aside from that it’s all just kind of fuzz. This whole pulling shit to the surface business ain’t fucking working if every memories got holes in it. I don’t even remember what reminded me of this to be honest but hey that’s the story of my whole fucking afterlife really honestly I hardly ever think about my eye cause what’s the point but yeah anyway this is the last time this time I swear to fuck the fact that I didn’t keep my word the first time means N O T H I N G

ENTRY 3           I have one reoccurring recurring ?  memory every time I look at Casper’s baby photos and I never really thought much of it probably because I’m too busy going through it and downing brandy while I’m at it but it really is the same thing every time: I’m holding him. That’s it. That’s the memory. It’s just him and his bulbheaded self staring up at me with those big ol’ blue eyes. They’re his mother’s eyes, I know that. JT had blue eyes but hers were always brighter. I don’t even know why I remember it but it fucks me up every time. It feels like my only shred of proof that I was there for him. I don’t know I might be tipsy

ENTRY 4           I’ve come to accept this is just what I’m doing now but I’m telling you it’s still fucking stupid. Thought about how big the family used to be back in the day, though I don’t actually remember how much of it was genuinely our family or just friends of friends. Hard to tell when leading a lifestyle the way us boys were, you grow up calling some guy your Uncle Frankie or something and you find out he was just some dude who got out of prison and met your old man in the backalley of some bar (not speaking from experience, I’m just saying). Plus, you know how it is, with rich men and large homes. There were people going in and out of the place all the time. It’s a miracle we ever █████ Don’t know why I thought about this, I doubt I even remembered who the hell any of em were prior to dying

ENTRY 5           I’m so fucking pissed off I don’t know why I even do this to myself but fuck it, I still remember the night you told me you were leaving you absolute dipshit I still remember the time you told me you were taking Angie and heading off to Maine like a damn dog with its tail tucked between your legs and for what ?  Because we weren’t good enough for you ?  Because you were ‘better than all of this ?’ Angie sure but you ?  FUCK you. You left us. ALL OF US. And you left ME. AND Y██████ How fucking could you ?  I hate you so damn much I wish you were still alive so I could haunt your ass. I should’ve dropped you while carrying you up the stairs to your bed you asshole, I would’ve laughed. Then again I guess No, you couldn’t make it more than 15 years without me. It’s my fucking faul█████ot here I KNOW it wasn’t all bad I KNOW there was at least once it was h████ this can’t be all there was to us but trying to remember anything about you is like yanking out the teeth out of my own damn head, I’d rather just HATE you it’s so much easier yet it sucks all the same it doesn’t matter what I do. YOU ALWAYS WIN. I ALWAYS LOSE. That’s how it’s always been !

ENTRY 6           Brothers haven’t spoken to me much today, I think that’s on me. I kinda got pissy over breaking the glass in a frame for something that probably hasn’t seen the light of day in a century. Couldn’t tell you why I did, I just saw it busted and immediately lost my shit. It’s not even like this is out of the ordinary for us, we break shit all the time, it’s what we do. The frame wasn’t even holding anything all that fantastic it was just a It was a children’s drawing. Probably Casper’s. Probably of his mom. The frame’s worn in places, probably from being held too damn much. Admired. I don’t wanna get too much into it beyond that, my chest hurts. I need a drink.

ENTRY 7           You know I vaguely remember what Fatso and Stinkie look like but I can’t remember my own face. I guess they could probably say the same for me, doesn’t exactly help that trying to generate a reflection takes far too much effort to be worth it. I remember what JT looks like and I remember that we looked really, but that doesn’t really help much. I ain’t ever seen any pictures of us around here but then again I haven’t exactly bothered looking. I don’t think I’d recognize myself even if I saw a photo of my anyway. It’s kind of weird but in a way I don’t really view Charlie / Chuck / whoever the fuck as ME. That guy was a killjoy a stick in the mud way too uptight everything that I’m not. I think looking at him would be more like looking at an old painting more than looking in a mirror.

[calamitykaty]

Ohana

Request- what if the cast (Madison Charlie, Owen Jeremy in an apartment together) was stuck in quarantine together with the lock down happen and they try navigate through it all and try not get in each other nerves, big brothers to mads...

WORD COUNT: 1999

WARNINGS: NONE, JUST A BUNCH OF WHOLESOME FLUFF

Owen, Charlie, Madison and Jeremy set themselves in different areas of the apartment as they prepared for yet another Zoom interview, the third one of the week. Charlie opted to take himself outside on the balcony, Madison took the kitchen table while Jeremy and Owen both set up in their respective rooms. 

“Hey guys!” The interviewer called out 

“Hi!” Madison chirped back followed by a “how you doin’” from Charlie. Jeremy came in with “Hi! It’s nice to meet you!” and Owen fumbled his entrance with  “Good Morning...or Afternoon...I don’t know where you are.” 

They went through the interview questions with ease, at this point they had heard the same questions over and over and though they tried their best the answers started to be the same too. 

“Charlie, I saw that you posted on Instagram that you all four of you are quarantining together, how is that going?” The interviewer asked and Charlie welcomed the question. 

“Oh! Gosh! It’s so much fun….well, I mean, most of the time!” Charlie laughed.

“Uh oh!” The interviewer responded. 

“No,...no, it’s all good! Owen just has a bad habit of not washing his dishes and leaving clothes all over the apartment!” Charlie revealed. 

“Oop! Not you calling people out Charlie” Madison responded with her hand over her mouth. 

Jeremy laughed, clapping his hands together and Owen chimed in “Ok, Charlie, Okay...I may be messy but at least I eat like a normal human being!” 

“Expose him!” Madi yelled out “Charlie over here eating peanut butter on his eggs…” 

They wrapped up the interview and each headed to the living room “peanut butter eggs, really, Mads?” Charlie flicked her in the forehead as he walked by her to sit on the couch. 

Madison shrugged her shoulders “...that’s what you get for coming at Owen…”

Charlie pulled out his phone and scrolled through Instagram, reposting some fan art and replying to comments before he got a notification that Owen had tagged him in a post. Charlie clicked on the video and groaned when he saw it was a video of him eating another weird food combo. Owen immediately started laughing when he saw Charlie’s face and the two boys started play fighting in the middle of the living room. 

Jeremy watched for approximately two minutes before getting up and going back to his room to facetime his wife. 

“You guys are himbos” Madison muttered under her breath.

Charlie stopped mid-way through tackling Owen and turned around to Madison, his face twisted in confusion “Huh?” 

Owen laughed, “what does that even mean?” 

Charlie turned back towards Owen “Dude, I swear she speaks a whole ‘nother language than us.”

Madison rolled her eyes and stood up “I’m going to my room to go live with my fantoms, you guys are idiots.” 

Charlie pushed out of Owen’s grasp and plopped back down on the couch. He grabbed the remote control and mindlessly flipped through the channels before landing on some old school cartoons.He sighed a happy sigh and laid his head down on the pillow propped up by the arm of the couch. Jeremy joined Charlie in the living with a smile plastered to his face. Charlie looked up at him from his spot on the couch, wiggling his eyebrows, which, in turn caused Jeremy to pull the pillow out from underneath his head and hit him in the face with it. 

“Get your head out of the gutter, Charlie” Jeremy huffed and sat down in the oversized chair adjacent to the couch “you are exhausting to live with” he muttered, his right pointer finger scrolling through his Instagram page lazily. 

“Yeah, Charlie, you’re like the worst to live with.” Owen snickered.Charlie flicked him in the back of the head. 

Jeremy looked up from his phone “I don’t know why you’re laughing,Owen...i’m pretty sure you’re growing a science experiment in your dirty dishes.”  

“Ugh..fine, MOM! I will go wash my dishes, happy?” Owen rolled his eyes and made his way to the kitchen with slumped shoulders. 

The two brown haired boys sat in silence, both scrolling through Instagram and  going through the endless amount of art, edits and covers that the fans had tagged them in. Charlie added some of his favorites to his story and commented on others as he saw fit. Every few minutes he would laugh under his breath and turn his phone to Jeremy who would laugh as well with an occasional “send me that one…” muttered into the otherwise silent air. 

“I thought Mads was on live?” Charlie cocked his head back to look at Jeremy for an answer after noticing her profile wasn’t live at the top of his screen. 

“She was for a little bit” Jeremy confirmed “she ended it like, I don’t know...an hour ago?” Jeremy shrugged. 

Charlie swung his legs to the side and sat up before pulling himself off of the couch and making his way to the teenage girls bedroom. Her door was cracked the tiniest bit but Charlie still lifted his knuckles and lightly tapped the door. He pushed the door open when he didn’t get a response from the girl and peered into her room. The walls had a purple glow reflecting off of them from the lights that ran across the molding. Madison was curled up in the middle of the bed but from her shaking body he knew she wasn’t napping. Charlie walked further into her room and sat on the foot of her bed and leaned forward, gently placing his hand on the girl's shoulder. 

“Mads?” Charlie said gently, concern laced in his voice. 

Madison squeezed her stuff ghost to her chest and shook her head at Charlie. 

“Hey...hey, what’s wrong?” Charlie grabbed her left hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Madison sucked in a shaky breath, wiped her tears from her face with the back of her right hand and sat up. She pulled her knees to her chest and laid her head on the tops of them, staring at the wall. 

“I w-wanna g-g-go home” the curly haired girl got out between small sobs, the tears falling steadily from her eyes again. 

Charlie’s face softened at the words. He remembered what it was like when he first left home for the great unknown, it was hard, and even if he was surrounded by great people, he still felt lonely sometimes too. Charlie pulled the girl forward by the wrists until her head was hooked over his shoulder and his arms wrapped around her. His right hand ran up and down her back trying to calm her down. They sat like that in silence, her tears slowly soaking through the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder. 

“You know you can always talk to us, right, Mads? Like, we aren’t ever going to judge you, you know that, yeah?” Charlie spoke softly. Madison pulled away from Charlie and wiped the last remaining tears from her cheeks as she nodded her head.

“I’ll be out in a little bit...I just need a minute” Madison gave Charlie the tiniest hint of a smile, letting him know that she was going to be ok. 

“Ok” Charlie agreed and left the girl to herself, closing the door behind him. He made his way back to the living room where Owen and Jeremy were in the middle of a game of Death By Daylight. 

“Hey, Himbo’s” Charlie greeted. 

“You don’t even know what that means, idiot.” Owen muttered. 

Charlie shrugged and grabbed the tv remote before turning the TV off without notice and eliciting angry “Hey’s” from the other two boys. He leaned back in the chair and glanced down the hallway to make sure Madison’s door was still closed.

He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. “We need to do something like...really, really spectacular for Madi. She is really homesick and upset.” His eyes switched between the two boys as they threw ideas back and forth before Jeremy came through with the game-winning plan. 

“None of us can really cook so why don’t we order some Empanadas and Elote from that small hole-in-the-wall place that Madi likes and then we set up a zoom with her family and some of her friends for a movie night. We can get DoorDash to deliver some popcorn and snacks to us too so it’ll be like, a whole thing.” 

“Dude, Jer, you’re a genius!” Owen exclaimed and Charlie nodded his head in agreement. The three boys quickly got to work to arrange everything. Charlie ordered the food to be delivered before he quickly cleaned the dining table off so they could sit together and have a meal family style. Owen DoorDashed the movie snacks and popcorn and Jeremy DM’d several of Madi’s friends before calling her Mr. Reyes and letting him know what was going on. 

Charlie set plates out on to the table along with glasses of water and within a half hour the food and snacks had been delivered. He placed the containers of food in the middle of the table while Jeremy set up his laptop in the living room so they could join the Zoom call when they finished eating. 

“Do I smell empanadas?” Madison's voice called as the girl made her way up the hallway and towards the kitchen area. The girl stopped in the doorway with her mouth agape,her eyes scanned the dining table and the three boys that stood by it. 

“What’s all this?” She gestured with her right hand. 

Jeremy pulled out a chair and motioned for Madison to sit in it before he pushed it in towards the table. 

“We heard you were feeling a little down.” Owen shrugged as if the effort they put in over the last hour was no big deal and reached for an empanada before passing the container to Madison. Madison eagerly grabbed one and bit into it “oh myyyy gooodddd” she moaned out mid chew. 

“Elote?” Charlie held out the other food container to Madison. Madison eagerly grabbed one and placed on her plate “you guys are a couple of simps!” 

“What’s a--” Jeremy raised an eyebrow in question but was cut off by Charlie. 

“Don’t ask, I think she just makes them up as she goes.” Charlie shrugged “but I’m almost positive it’s a good thing.” 

The dining room was filled with laughter as they told jokes and played rounds of what are the odds? Madison sat back in her chair, her eyes bright and a smile so large on her face that her cheeks had begun to hurt. Jeremy got up and took all of the plates to the sink while Charlie placed the leftover food into the fridge and Owen made a quick run to the living room to enter the Zoom call and popped ‘Hocus Pocus’ into the blu-ray player. Madison whined when Charlie grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her to the living room when she tried to go back to her room to call her Dad. 

“Hocus Pocus? Guys, I love this movie!” Madison squealed, her eyes opening wide when she heard a whole room of laughter. 

“Guys…?” 

Owen turned the laptop around and Madison immediately burst into tears at seeing the faces of her family and friends on the screen all together. She popped up from the couch and pulled each of the guys into a tight hug. 

Jeremy looked down at the girl and smiled “we’re always here for ya, kid.” 

“Yeah, Mads, you’re like a little sister to us, We love you.” Owen agreed while pouring some rainbow nerds into his mouth. 

“Alright, enough of the mush, let’s get this movie night started” Charlie hopped over the back of the couch and got himself situated before pressing play. Madison rolled her eyes at the boy and settled into her spot on the couch with a bag of reeses pieces and her heart full.

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This Is Halloween

This Is Halloween 3600 words, rated G for Genfic

Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester x Rowena, Castiel, Jody Mills x Donna Hanscum  Canon adjacent, mentions of loss, nothing spookier than a skeleton shark coochie tray

None of this would’ve happened without @dawnie1988 giving me ideas, feedback, and cheering me on. Read and repeated discussion by @there-must-be-a-lock as well as read by @mskathywriteswords. The title is a nod to my Squad who provide more love and support than I can ever say thank you for!

***

“Sam, Dean!” Jack’s voice called out over the balcony as the door to the bunker slammed behind him. 

Startled, Dean jumped up, reaching for the gun he kept tucked in his waistband. 

“No, wait.” Sam stilled him with one hand on his arm. He heard excitement, not alarm, in Jack's words. He spoke in a low voice. “I think this is good.” 

Jack clattered down the stairs and ran across the stone floor, sliding to a halt in front of the Winchester brothers. 

“Do you know about Halloween?!” he exclaimed breathlessly. Dean rolled his eyes, while Sam shook his head, each waiting for the other to answer. Finally Dean spoke up.

“Uh, yeah, Jack, we do. What about it?” 

“See, I went to the grocery store, for snacks, and there was a whole aisle of spooky stuff, skeletons, although they weren’t scientifically correct.” Jack’s brow furrowed as he thought about that. “And candy, so much candy! So I asked the cashier and she said it was Halloween, and people have parties, and everything!” 

“I looked it up in my phone. People dress up! There’s food and games!” Jack’s words tumbled over one another in his eagerness. “Do you think we could do Halloween? Do you think we could have a party?!” 

“Do you really think, a party, here in the bunker --” Dean began.

“What you have to understand about Halloween is --” Sam started to say.

Both of them trailed off into silence. Jack’s face, beaming up at them, was so eager, so hopeful. Sure, they had their own issues with Halloween. But why put that burden on him?

Finally Sam drew a deep breath. “Okay, Jack. What if we had a Halloween party, here in the bunker?” 

“We could invite everyone we know! Cas, of course, all of our friends! We could all dress in costume, have snacks, it would be loads of fun, please oh please?” 

Dean turned to Sam, concern written across his face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

Sam nodded. “Jack is right. It sounds like fun.” 

“Yes, okay? Thank you, thank you so much. You guys are the best!” Jack hugged first Sam, then Dean, before turning to leave. “I can’t wait to text Cas! Of course he’ll want to come.”

Dean turned to his younger brother. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I know how you feel about this holiday.”

Sam set his chin, his lips thin. “We can’t live in the past forever. Too much has happened over the years.” 

“But Halloween-”

Sam drew in a deep breath. “Halloween was the last time I saw the love of my life alive and happy, okay? It still hurts, when I think about it. “But Jack is our family, you know? He’s really just a kid, and we both want the best for him. If this is what makes him happy, I’m good with it.” 

After a long moment, Dean clapped him on the shoulder. “Okay. As long as you mean that.” Sam nodded, so Dean continued. “I guess I’ve got to figure out what this kid thinks you eat at a Halloween party.” 

The brothers didn’t see Jack again until dinnertime. They soon realized that he must have spent most of the afternoon on the internet, researching Halloween. Ideas spilled from his lips, one right after the other: carving pumpkins, themed cupcakes, lights on the walls, presents under the Haunting Tree-

“Hold up.” Dean stopped him with an upraised hand. “I think maybe you researched a little too hard and are getting your holidays mixed up. We can do some of those things, not all of them. We have a week, let’s make a plan.” 

“Dean, you’ll cook for the party, won’t you? Sam can help me with decorations. Cas is already coming, and I will invite Donna and Jody. Oh, and Rowena!”

“No Rowena.” Dean shook his head sternly. 

Next to him, Sam smirked, knowing that it was a battle Dean would never win, outnumbered two to one. 

***

Jack decided the library was the perfect room for a party, and he had grand plans to cover every wall and shelf with decorations. His internet searches kept turning up more and more ideas and party themes, each more elaborate than the last. 

At first, Sam tried to keep things simple and inexpensive, but after a while, he gave in. He took Jack shopping, let him buy the silly spooky stuff that caught his eye. What the hell, he thought to himself, the credit cards were fake anyway. He only put his foot down when it came to anything gory or macabre. They had enough of that the rest of the year. 

Jack’s favorite purchase of all was a fake electronic raven. It was motion sensitive, and when someone triggered it, it would caw or cackle or call out “Nevermore.” He thought it was the most hilarious thing he had ever seen, and insisted that it was exactly what he needed to celebrate Halloween in style. 

Jack had as many ideas for food as he did for decorations, constantly making new suggestions to Dean. Finally Dean sat him down and pared down his requests to a few key treats, before assuring Jack that he could handle the rest of the menu. 

The next day, Sam headed to the kitchen for breakfast after a run and was surprised to see glossy magazines on the table. He turned the pages idly, realizing that they were all full of nothing but recipes and ideas for Halloween.

When Dean joined him, Sam shot him a teasing glance. “Got grand ideas for this party, huh, big brother?” 

“Hey, it’s important to Jack.” Dean might’ve blushed, but his face was earnest.

“You sure it’s important to Jack, and not to you, to make Spooky Seven Layer Salad and Stuffed Olive Eyeballs, and oooh, what are Mummy Fingers?” Sam raised his eyebrows. 

“I wanna make him proud.” Dean answered. Sam understood the things left unsaid - that food was important to Dean, after too many years growing up hungry or stealing just to eat. Having a kitchen where he could cook was one of the ways he made the bunker a home for his family. 

“I know he will be.” Sam said. “I always liked your cooking.”

Dean understood the affirmation behind Sam’s praise, and nodded gratefully. 

Seeing the others happy helped Sam accept the festivities. He hated Halloween, but he loved Jack. There were days when he remembered that the young man was the most powerful being in the universe. But most of the time, he just seemed like a kid, and the closest thing to a son he or Dean would ever have. 

If this was what it took to make Jack happy, bad memories be damned, Sam would do it. Plus, if he was honest with himself, he didn’t hate the idea of having a few of their friends together. For once, it would be something fun instead of another monster hunt. 

The one thing he couldn’t bring himself to get excited about was a costume. Jack was insistent on costumes all around. Dean and Sam both asked him what his costume would be, but he kept it a closely guarded secret. 

While they discussed costumes, they also argued about the guest list. Dean kept teasing that Rowena wasn’t welcome. Sam knew his brother’s opposition to his girlfriend was all bluster, but Jack still sometimes fell for the disputes. 

Finally one day, Dean approached Sam, a wide smile on his face. “I've solved your costume problem! We’ve made a deal, me and that little witch of yours. She can come to the party, as long as you wear the costume she picks out.” 

“Whoa, hey, how is that a deal?” Sam protested, although he knew it was futile. “You do nothing, and I have to wear whatever costume she decides?” 

“Have fun, Braveheart!” Dean smirked, clapping him on the shoulder. 

How Rowena got Amazon delivery to the Bunker was a mystery to Sam and an irritation to Dean. Still, the box showed up the morning of the party. When Sam opened it, the box held just one thing: a sort of crown, a gold colored circlet with branches - or were they antlers? 

Rowena’s only instructions were to dress like a hunter. Since he was a hunter, that was not especially helpful. In his room, Sam tried on the crown. With his usual flannel and plaid, it seemed out of place. 

Then he remembered Dean jokingly calling him Braveheart, recalling the case the two of them had worked where Charlie talked them into LARPing. Charlie. Sam shook his head with a sad smile. She would’ve loved to attend a bunker Halloween party! She would’ve had the perfect brilliant nerdy costume, too. 

He dug into his work disguises and found the loose tan tunic he had worn on that case. Even over jeans, it made the crown seem more fitting. He straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath. That was better. 

“Cas is here!” Sam turned to see Jack scamper down the hall. He and Dean arrived in the entry of the bunker just as Cas and Jack embraced at the base of the stairs. It registered to Sam that Dean was in a cowboy costume, but before he could say anything, Dean spoke up.

“Cas, I believe the invitation said, no costume, no party.” Cas was wearing the same thing as always, a tan trench coat over a white shirt and dress pants with a tie. He nodded, and reached into the inner pocket of his coat. 

“Agent Swift,” he declared, holding up a badge that said BSI. “Bureau of Supernatural Investigation.” Then he grinned, a wide smile that lit his face and crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. Dean laughed, and clapped him on the shoulder while Sam smiled and shook his head. 

“Okay, come help me with my costume!” Jack grabbed Cas by the hand and all but dragged him out of the room.

Sam turned to Dean and looked more closely at what he was wearing. He wore a buff vest over his usual plaid flannel and jeans, a hat hanging over his shoulders by a rawhide cord. “Dude, Tombstone?” 

“At least I’m not a - horny man?” Dean chuckled. 

Sam scoffed. “Shouldn’t you be cooking? Putting cat brains in jello or something?” 

“Actually, yeah, and I could use your help. Wanna wrap some mummies?” Dean took in the baffled expression on his brothers’ face. “It’s cocktail wieners and crescent dough.” Sam nodded hesitantly, following his brother to the bunker kitchen. 

The Winchesters made more than one trip from the kitchen to the library, carrying trays of food, bowls of snacks, drinks, and candy. Sam stayed back to make sure the lights were on and everything was ready while Dean made one more trip for his proudest creation - a tray of sliced meat and cheese arranged just so around a plastic skeleton.

“Gross, Dean,” Sam said, unable to hide either the admiration in his tone or his little smile.

“I know, right?!” Dean crowed, swiping a bite. 

Just then, Cas and Jack returned. At first, Jack seemed to be dressed like Cas in a long tan robe. But he had on a scarf and a headband with green ears and - 

“You’re Baby Yoda?!” Sam exclaimed. 

“I am dressed as the diminutive character portrayed on television’s The Mandelorian, although I am technically neither Baby nor Yoda-” whatever else Jack had to say was cut short by Sam’s engulfing hug. 

Dean rolled his eyes before he pushed Sam aside for a hug of his own. 

“How did this kid get to be such a nerd?” Dean asked Sam as Jack looked at his phone and then ran for the stairs.

“Like you don’t know!” Sam retorted.

“You are the one who showed him Star Wars.”

“You bought him comic books. Watchmen, and The Boys?” 

Jack’s excited voice cut into the brothers’ bickering. “Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel!” He gestured with a flourish as Jody and Donna entered the library hand in hand.

Jody was wearing jeans and a kimono jacket that was red across the shoulders, blue starred below, with a wide gold band. Next to her, Donna was wearing a blue dress with red and stars around the neckline. She wore a brown belt around her waist and tall boots that matched the belt. 

Sam and Dean welcomed their friends with broad smiles and warm hugs. Jack bounded around them like an excited puppy, showing off his costume and asking about theirs. 

“Come on into the spooky library,” Sam intoned with a deep voice and a wave.

“Let’s eat!” Dean exclaimed, clapping his hands. 

The six of them were comfortable together, talking and laughing easily. Dean’s themed food offerings were great, the presentation hilarious but the taste even better. The drinks flowed freely: beer and hard seltzer and sodas. 

Jack took great delight in making sure everyone passed by his electronic raven repeatedly so that it croaked out greetings as often as possible. Everyone loved Jack, so they indulged him and never once suggested that they might be tired of hearing it. 

Jody asked just once what Sam was meant to be, in his crown of branches or antlers.

“A horny man!” Dean joked.

“Rowena sent it,” was all Sam had to offer, shrugging. 

Jody nodded. She knew all about what a person would do for the woman they loved. She raised one eyebrow in query. 

“Where is Rowena?” she asked. “I can’t believe she would miss a chance to dress up. 

“Oh yeah, isn’t she gonna be here?” Donna spoke up.

“Actually,” Jack chimed in, looking up from his phone. “Sam, head out to meet her.” 

He walked out to the echoing entryway as Rowena appeared at the top of the stairs, dressed head to toe in shimmering black. 

“A witch is never late,” she spoke as she descended. “Everyone else is simply early.” 

Sam met her at the base of the stairs and she slipped one hand into his. He took in her costume slowly: a black dress that clung to all her curves, sparkling bits of jewelry at her throat and wrists. Most strikingly, she wore a cape of black feathers, iridescent with dark purple, green and gold. 

Her head was adorned with a thin circlet of gold, much like Sam’s, but where his had branches reaching upward, hers had feathers carved away from her temples. Her hair was dressed with braids and feathers and bits of jet black crystal woven into the riot of curls spilling down over her shoulders. 

The apparition of a raven trailed behind her, wings fluttering to keep up. Sam held out his hand and she took it so he could lead her to the library.

“A Queen of Ravens?” he asked. 

“The Morrigan,” she replied, sweeping her cloak around her in a swirl. “And you are my Cernunnos. Well done with the costume.” 

He bent down to brush a kiss on her upturned lips before they joined the others.

***

Jack was wildly jealous of Rowena’s raven, since his electronic toy was fixed to a shelf. But she praised his good taste and spoke a few words that allowed her familiar to follow his direction. That resulted in two ravens saying “Nevermore” in chorus, but it tickled Jack so much that no one had the heart to stop it. 

Donna and Cas commandeered the aux cord, playing a mix of pop and classic rock. Jody and Dean delved into a discussion of firearms. Jack bounded from person to person, handing out candy and eating at least as much as he was giving.

Sam and Rowena snuck off to a quiet corner of the library, which was where Dean found them with a big book on the table in front of them. Rowena was standing, pointing to the pages as she explained Cernunnos. Sam was fixated, not on the book, but on her face, on the way her eyes sparkled and her lips curved as she read. 

“Hey nerds,” Dean interrupted them. “It’s Halloween, time to party, not to read books and get heart eyes and make out in dark corners.”

“We weren’t making out!” Sam protested.

“Not yet,” Rowena cooed, taking his hand. 

As the night wore on, everyone took turns choosing songs, the playlist ranging from classic rock to blues to Scottish folk tunes to cheesy pop monster music. They cut loose and danced, together or alone. 

Rowena attempted to teach Jack a few heel-toe folk dance steps, but Dean picked it up faster. Sam danced by himself for a while, long-limbed and rhythmic. Cas surprised them all by knowing moves to viral music videos; apparently he had been doing research on TikTok. 

Jody and Donna were wrapped in one another's arms, slow dancing and sneaking kisses, whether the music suited it or not. Donna put on Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” and sang along softly, lips next to Jody’s ear, for her alone. Jody let her eyes flutter close, resting her chin on Donna’s shoulder, melting into her embrace. 

Rowena watched the two of them with a fond smile on her face, while the boys turned to the snacks, giving the two of them their moment together alone. 

It was almost midnight when Jack turned off the music, clapped for attention, and announced that it was time for Trick or Treat. He would be going around the room with a plastic jack o’ lantern bucket, and each guest was to perform a trick. If he liked it, they got a treat. 

“So get this,” Sam started. “Trick or treat isn’t exactly-” 

Dean put a hand on his arm. “Hold up. This is gonna be good.” 

Jack approached the ladies first. Jody asked for a ribbon, which Rowena provided, and wove a Cat’s Cradle in her hands. Jack was fascinated, and made her repeat it several times before he gave her a treat. Donna pulled chairs aside to clear space, and did a cartwheel. Everyone clapped, and Jack decided that was worthy of two treats. 

Cas made his BSI badge disappear and reappear, using only sleight of hand, no real magic. Jack tried over and over to copy him, with no success. 

Dean walked over to one of the bookshelves and retrieved a handgun from behind the bound volumes. He had Jack blindfold him and then field stripped and reassembled it in under one minute. Sam recited a spell in Latin. When he was done, Dean stage whispered, “Isn’t that a recipe for laundry soap?” Sam laughed. It was, but he had recited it flawlessly. Jack gave them both treats. 

Rowena’s trick, though, was the best one of all. She had previously enchanted her raven to sit next to Jack’s toy. Now she commanded his to fly about and sit on his shoulder. He was overcome with glee at this, and offered her every last treat he had. 

When Jack skipped away, followed by a flutter of wings, Rowena turned to Sam, her hands full of candy. 

“He’s a dear,” she cooed. “But these are all ghastly American sweeties.” 

“Don’t worry.” Dean stepped up, holding a small box. “I’ll be happy to trade you.” 

“Oh, you have Lindt!” She dumped the chocolate she held into his outstretched hand and reached for the treat he was offering her.

“Really, Dean?” Sam was surprised, and impressed. 

“Well, I wanted everyone to have something, and I know how god awful picky she is.” Dean shrugged and then started as Rowena booped his nose with a smirk. 

“Do I have to learn corvid care?” Sam asked Rowena as Dean walked away.

“Oh no!” Her laugh was quick and bright. “It will be back to a simple electronic toy before the morrow.” 

The trick or treat was Jack’s last activity for the night, as he was soon on the verge of nodding off, his raven flapping lazily on his shoulder. Cas pointed him down the hall towards bed, where he fell asleep so full of candy and treats that he was still wearing his Baby Yoda headpiece.

The rest of the party drifted towards the kitchen, to the comfortable familiar space at the heart of the bunker. Dean gradually put away what was left of the more perishable food, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey as he walked in and out of the room. 

Donna and Jody snuggled together on one side of the table, trading kisses and feeding one another chocolate candies. 

Sam leaned back against the counter comfortably, Rowena wrapped in his arms. He had made her a proper cup of tea, and she sipped as she enjoyed her treats, the two of them whispering in low voices. 

Dean raised his glass and caught his eye. 

“I think this is good,” Sam said softly. “New memories.”  

Nothing could change the past, but he didn’t live there anymore. This was their home, surrounded by their family and friends.  This was their Halloween. 

***

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[speakofgrace]

dean for the character thing 💕💕

man u just. get me <3 

How I feel about this character

cringe post but literally my fav character of all time. he’s such a stunning mess of contradictions and i adore him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

cas, obviously. everything about their story is so overwhelmingly romantic it makes me ache

HOWEVER, ppl who are not cas who dean had fun dynamics with include: cassie, viktor (!), bela, benny, aaron, donna (!), that one wrestler dude, probably more this boy is a lil bit of a thot

My non-romantic OTP for this character

CHARLIE charlie charlie charlie!!!

My unpopular opinion about this character

honestly idk if i’m In Fandom enough to know?? i remember back in the day bi dean was pretty controversial but i have no idea what the general consensus is on that these days.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

dude where do i even START.

kinda wish the righteous man thing had been more than “ur michael lol”

P U R G A T O R Y i wish we’d gotten actual time there instead of just flashbacks

he should’ve done the heaven trials

the way he handled cas being human? bad and awful. that shit happened at the end of 2013 he should’ve spiralled HARD

DEMON DEAN yes i’m still bitter but god that whole arc was so badly handled. he should’ve killed crowley and taken over hell, and also been the antagonist for at least half of season 10

his whole thing with amara was. Bad

i wish he’d met apocalypseverse cas. i still think about the Implications of that every day

send me a character!

[froggydarren]

best-laid plans

Dylan O./Tyler H. || ~2k || G || AO3

Summary:  There's a plan for how he'll come out. Dylan had more meetings than he ever wanted to, all to make sure it goes smoothly. Best-laid plans and all.

A/N: Written for the @fullmoonficlet​ challenge - prompt #315: plan

There are meetings and emails and then some more meetings. Dylan hates how much of a production the whole thing is, but he knows that it's not something that's avoidable. He knew it years ago and it's the reason why it took him this long to get to the point where he's ready.

In private, he's been ready for far longer than anyone knows.

Julia was the first to figure it out. She didn't push him, didn't even ask, but he knew that she had an idea before he ever said anything. Then, when he showed up at Pride, she just sent him a text with a row of heart emojis. On the outside it could have looked like he was supporting her but they both knew the truth.

When he finally came out to her—and it was her, there was never any doubt that it would be—she just hugged him and kissed his cheek then took a rainbow pin off her bag and moved it to his jacket. She knew without Dylan saying anything that it wasn't as simple on the grand scale, so she pinned it on the underside of the jacket collar. That way, she said, you'll know it's there but no one else will until you’re ready.

It was just as easy with his parents, in the end. He was a lot more nervous about that one though rationally he knew he shouldn't be, not with how they accepted Jules. Still, it was a big secret to share and when his mom hugged him and his dad patted his shoulder, Dylan let himself breathe out and cry with relief.

What was a lot more complicated was being out in public. For the first while it didn't matter, it wasn't like he went on dates or put relationships on blast. Still, he knew the world he was living in still had massive hangups and way too many bigots for an industry that was supposed to be open-minded. He remembered what secrets did to Colton and what the fallout was, the quietness in the background and the lack of opportunities that followed his public declaration.

Dylan also knew that if anyone would understand his reluctance, it would be Hoechlin.

They never talked about it, despite the adjacent topics and the drama around their roles in Teen Wolf. Despite their friends' coming out moments and their unyielding support for those who were out—Colton, Charlie, others who made the step to go public—and those who were not as outspoken.

He always wondered a little why he never opened up to Tyler in the first place. He had plenty of opportunities, face to face and through their frequent phone calls and texts. Somehow it always felt like too much. Like saying that he's bi would open the floodgates and maybe put cracks in their friendship. He never thought that Tyler would judge him, but there was something he was worried about that gave him the answer.

His crush on Tyler. The one that he had from the day they met, the one that he didn't hide as well as he wanted to—Julia told him once that it was visible from space. The crush that could be brushed off as professional admiration and close friendship when the assumption and outward image still was that Dylan was as straight as they come. Telling Tyler that he wasn't, that he was into more than just girls, that would bring questions. Or at least that's what the devil on Dylan's shoulder kept telling him, despite the evidence to the contrary.

That was why his coming out wasn't something he mentioned any of the times when he and Hoechlin talked since Dylan started planning for it.

—

It's simple, in the end. The planning stage turns out a lot more exhausting and complicated than the final product, the end result of all the meetings and strategizing. After all the talking, it comes down to Dylan being interviewed and asked about his upcoming role in a movie, one that is a lot more high profile than his first non-straight role was. In that interview, he talks about having this in common with the character, being as bisexual as the man he's portraying on screen.

The calls come in the moment the interview goes live. Julia knew, of course, as did their parents. Dylan didn't tell anyone else though, so the barrage of people who call and text to say something is almost exhausting. They're all happy for him, glad that he is happy.

But there's radio silence from the one person whom Dylan was hoping to hear from. There's not even a text message or any sign of acknowledgment from Tyler. Dylan spends a week pretending he's not disappointed and the world keeps turning as the fallout from the interview slowly dissipates and other things take over the trending topics and front pages.

He's sitting at home and reading scripts that his agent dropped off when the doorbell rings.

When he opens the door, his heart stutters at the sight of Hoechlin, looking like he just walked off a plane and ran across the city to get here. He's flushed, sweaty, fingers tight on the strap of his backpack.

"Hi."

Dylan chuckles as they speak the greeting in unison but his heart is racing.

"So, uh," Tyler starts and immediately pauses, looking like his brain is trying to think about a million things at once. "I didn't know what to say."

There’s no need to explain what Tyler is referring to. Dylan steps aside and nods towards the apartment, then watches as Tyler walks in hesitantly, only a few steps inside like he's keeping an escape path open.

"You didn't need to say anything," Dylan says, closing the door but leaving it unlocked.

"I did. I should have, a long time ago. But I didn't know."

"You didn't know what?"

"I thought it was just me and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," Tyler blurts out and his cheeks flush a deeper red.

"What?"

Dylan's mind is spinning in circles, bringing up thoughts that he let himself think a long time ago, thoughts he didn't dare say out loud because he figured they were just hopes and dreams that would never be real.

"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable now," Tyler continues like he missed Dylan's confusion. "And I didn't... I don't want you to think that I'm here only because you're out and... fuck, I don't know what I'm saying. I just, I never thought... and if there's any hope at all, I figured I should try."

"Hoech, what the fuck are you saying?"

"Fuck."

"Tyler."

"Shit, sorry, I know I'm not making any sense," Tyler says, cringing. "I thought about what to say on the way here, but then I saw you and I didn't... I forgot."

"Dude, if this is about the show and why we didn't do the thing..."

Dylan isn't sure why he's bringing up what was a sore spot in their past, but he can't think of anything else that it could be about. At least not anything realistic. It can't possibly be what he spent too much time hoping for.

"What? Fuck no," Tyler says. "No, that's water under the bridge. And that wasn't about either of us anyway."

"Well, I know that, but what is this about?" Dylan asks, waving a hand at Tyler.

He watches as emotions flash over Tyler's face, as he cringes and frowns, then as determination sets into his features.

"I'm gay."

The words fall into the silence between them and Dylan's brain screeches to a halt.

"What?"

Confusion seems to be the theme of the day, but Dylan is stumped. They're words that he never thought he'd hear from Hoechlin, never figured them a possibility. If anything—in his wildest dreams—he hoped for Hoechlin coming out as bi or just making an exception for Dylan.

"Look, I know this sounds like I'm just jumping the bandwagon, but I've known—" Tyler breathes out like he forgot to for a little while, then he inhales deeply before he speaks again. "I've known longer than I even admitted it to myself. It just... it's not been a thing I could be open about before."

"You could have with me," Dylan says quietly, then quickly adds, "and with Colton."

"I know. And well, Colton knows, I think," Tyler admits in a whisper, his cheeks turning red. "He didn't say, but if anyone knows..."

"Colton knows," Dylan tells him with a nod. "He may have hinted at my being bi before Jules figured it out."

Tyler chuckles and then his eyes dart toward the door.

"So, why are you here, Hoech?"

Dylan figures that direct is the way to go. He doesn't really feel like letting his mind wander and his hopes to fly too high.

"Okay. Right."

"Hoech."

"Yeah, I... give me a second," Tyler says and then he meets Dylan's eyes again. "I like you. Fuck, this sounds like I'm a middle schooler. Maybe I should have had a note like the kind kids do."

"You're rambling," Dylan says, his heart racing in anticipation.

"I am. Might be a little nervous."

"So. You like me," Dylan repeats just to make the words real. "Like, what way?"

Tyler's face turns even more red than it already was.

"Like I hoped we'd get to kiss on set because I thought about doing it ever since that boat interview. Sooner, maybe."

Dylan's world comes crashing down around him. It's not in a bad way, he just takes a moment to reassess a lot of the things he believed for a long time. He doesn't look away from Tyler as he processes the new information, a little afraid that if he does, Tyler's going to bolt.

"Oh."

The word slips from Dylan's lips after too long a pause.

"Look, I'm sorry," Tyler says almost immediately. "This was stupid. I don't know what I was thinking dropping this on you. I just thought—"

"Me too," Dylan says, but it's not to what Tyler just said, it's to the sentence before, the one about the past.

"What?"

"Me too. I mean, I wasn't completely sure then yet," Dylan explains. "But I've had a thing for you from pretty much the first day we met. It took a while to figure out that's what it was though."

"What?"

Dylan figures that the expression that he's seeing in Tyler's face must be the same as his was only moments ago.

"I only really knew after you left. When I missed not having you on set," he adds to his explanation.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

They both fall into silence then but neither looks away. Dylan wants to do something, anything, but he doesn't want to jump the gun and move, worried that if he does he'll wake up and this will have been just a dream.

"So, with that said," Tyler says, breaking the tension. "What now?"

Dylan chuckles and that shakes off the anxiety that's been swirling in his chest. It's such a simple question and yet there is no answer that doesn't bring complications and chaos.

"Now like, right now, or now as in where do we go from here?"

Tyler shrugs. "Both," he says. "Right now I kind of really want to kiss you, but I also want to know if I can take you out for dinner or cook for you or whatever."

"Oh for fuck's sake," Dylan groans and moves forward, closing the gap between them. "You can't just... don't go stupid romantic on me, Hoech. I'm absolutely on board with the kissing thing, though."

"Don't wanna be wined and dined?"

"Don't wanna pose for paps while we're trying to eat, to be honest," Dylan says, smiling, as he tugs Tyler's fingers off of his backpack strap so he can link his own with then. "We can talk dining later. After kissing."

"I can deal with that," Tyler says and leans in.

When his lips brush over Dylan's, there's a spark, like electricity courses between them. Dylan feels his palms sweat and his heart race as he leans into the kiss, his free hand snaking around Tyler's waist. It's almost like they've been kissing for years—natural, simple, but still exhilarating and good, so good—the way they move without needing to coordinate or adjust. Tyler's taller than anyone Dylan dated before, which is a strange thought to have but yet it's the only clear one on Dylan's mind. Everything else vanishes as they kiss.

When they finally pull their lips apart, Dylan leans his forehead against Tyler's and smiles, then takes a deep steadying breath.

"So, uh, we're good at that part," he says.

"Seems so, yeah."

"You wanna talk about what's next?" Dylan asks, straightening his back and looking into Tyler's eyes.

For a beat, there's a teasing glint and the corner of Tyler's lips twitches. Dylan's about to say something about rushing things when Tyler speaks again.

"Not the right now next, though I hope there's more kissing soon," he tells Dylan. "Near future next though. Because you're out but I'm not and I don't know how public you want this to be. If it's anything other than just, well, this."

"It better be. And as private as possible would be great for me," Dylan says. "Do you want to be out?"

"I do." Tyler nods. "I wouldn't want to be a dirty little secret."

"Well, that might be fun. But exhausting." Dylan sighs. "You know, you're kind of derailing my plans here. That interview was supposed to be all of my effort to go public."

"I'm sorry," Tyler says, looking apologetic and contrite.

"Don't be. I've got the hard part out of the way, this is going to be good," Dylan tells him and leans in for another kiss, only a fleeting and soft one this time. "Let's leave the near future next for tomorrow. You said something about dining?"

"How do you feel about homemade nuggets?" Tyler asks, following the cue without hesitation.

Dylan grins and nods. Then he squeezes Tyler's hand and keeps smiling as Tyler launches into a ramble about what he'll need to make dinner.

All in all, despite this not being part of Dylan's plan, it's better than anything he dreamed of.

[the-roanoke-society]

parts unknown.

alternatively titled: how charlie learned to stop worrying and love the gate.

just a little something for halloween featuring charlie hesketh, or agent zenith, or roanoke, @agent-nova, and technical officers drake, longma and wyvern. also starring the infamous agent andhrimnir.

there are some depictions of injury, gore, and sci-fi-induced stressful situations below the cut. proceed with caution.

... i am very sorry.

seraphim closed the front door behind her with a contented sigh, eyes flickering up to one corner of her specs as she did, checking the time in the u.k. merlin was probably dead asleep already, but she quickly typed out a message anyway: home safe. mission a success. love you. going on a food quest. message me when you wake up. next year i promise we’ll celebrate your birthday on the same continent. she winced as her stomach growled and she unzipped her jacket, hanging it up on one of the hooks by the door.

it had been a second since she’d had just a routine, local exorcism call, especially with twins. she made a note to bring that up with carter and parker at some point. ‘did you know you two have a greater chance of being possessed? you remember that the next time you want to fuck with something you shouldn’t be fucking with, carter—‘ ‘oh my g—it was one time!’

it went off without any major hitches. the bridge of her nose was a little sore, but other than feeling she was about to devour the entire manor, no other adverse side-effects, not even the usual cold chills. she still had the father’s business card in her back pocket—he’d offered the estate free plumbing work for life.

some nights, seraphim loved her job.

and she loved it even more as she walked closer to the kitchen. someone was busy, and whatever they were doing smelled wonderful.

“hey tony. you’re up late, are that many people in and out right now?” she heard agent andhrimnir hum as she grabbed a magnet shaped like a tiny ufo, putting up rory linn’s aaa plumbing service card on one of the shared refrigerators.

“you that surprised given what day it is? besides, i scored a metric fuckton of squash from the market today. thought it’d be a good idea to get started on meal prep for the week, making up a few things people can just grab and heat up.”

“no, guess it’s not that surprising…” seraphim crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her biceps as she walked casually—a little too casually—towards andhrimnir, who just shot her a look as he tapped a wooden spoon against the rim of a giant, steel pot he had in front of him on the massive stovetop.

“… morgan.”

“yes, tony.”

“could i interest you in some mexican turkey and squash stew?”

she feigned ugly sobbing, “oh my god please.”

andhrimnir rolled his eyes. “you are so dramatic, go grab a bowl and i—“

they both jumped at the sound of heavy, quick footfalls crashing by the kitchen opening and then fading away. andrhimnir asked first: “… who the hell was that?”

“i—i think that was charlie? uhm, let me—go check on him, save me some of that, i’ll be right back.” people moving at a full sprint through the manor wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary, but seraphim had only recognized charlie briefly, not who was behind him. what was going on?

behind her, andhrimnir just sighed, shaking his head. boys will be boys… but, given the holiday, maybe a little bit of shenanigans couldn’t hurt. he started humming thriller as he turned back to the stew, grabbing a little bit of cayenne pepper from the spice rack.

as soon as seraphim started walking down the hallway, heading towards the nearest door that went downstairs, she could hear muffled shouting. “—ch it!”

and she walked down the stairwell to the tune of longma, charlie and drake’s voices all chiming something like “catch it!” “don’t let it go over there!” “are you sure this is gonna work?” “we’re going to find out!”

“what on god’s good earth are you three doing?”

drake had a small, ornate box in his hands that seraphim was fairly sure he was not supposed to have, and was flanked by longma and charlie, who all just stared at her like deer caught in headlights. drake was on his knees on the floor by a corner, which looked—unnaturally dark.

“—this was drake’s idea.”

“charlie hesketh you traitorous bastard. this is the thanks i get for trying to show a little innovation and initiative.”

longma shrugged, “bro i think we can all admit that we just really wanted to use the box.”

“yeah, morgan, look, we got this gremlin fucker cornered and—“ but drake turned around and the corner was a lot lighter. “… uh-oh.”

charlie lifted his metal hand in a signal, and all four of them stood, listening.

there was a ten-second stretch of silence followed by a skittering noise that sounded like it was coming up by the ceiling. “ohhh shit there it goes!”

“‘shit’ is right.” now all of them were jogging along the wall, staring hard upwards at a vague blob of a shadow that almost wasn’t there, like cats chasing a laser pointer.

and they were jogging towards the gate.

“woah, woah, woah, stop—“ seraphim managed to grab charlie and longma by their arms but drake kept running froward. “drake get away from there, if it turns the gate on—“

“relax, i got this! crowley brought this back after he and andi were in yokohama like all last month. guess the head of the kingdom gave it to him as a thank you gift—“ drake had his eyes up, and wasn’t watching where he was going. they could still sort of see it, trapped up at a new high angle, and it startled them by chittering, like a squirrel. seraphim hadn’t heard one make a noise like that before.

“fergus said that this could trap anything. don’t you wanna see if that includes these little guys?”

longma scoffed, “yeah, and then told you to leave it alone three seconds later—“

“hey, i don’t remember you arguing with me to put it back twenty minutes ago asshole!”

“oh my god, enough! i literally just got home and am not in the mood to play step-mom!” seraphim pulled charlie and longma back a few more steps, “charlie, watch him, drake, get back here!”

“does this make you step-dad?” “shut it.” “yes sir.”

the chittering was getting louder, more rapid-fire. it sounded like nails falling on glass.

and then a hum.

the gate was on.

fuck.

but seraphim wasn’t the only one who moved forward on instinct to grab drake—charlie did too.

*     *     *

nova and he’d had a—well. he wouldn’t call it a fight, exactly. she was more just a little exasperated. not that charlie could blame her.

“charlie,” she’d groaned, moving his hands off of her waist. “i really, really, re-he-eally, need to get this done for wyvern. he wouldn’t have asked for my help unless it was really important. this math is—hieroglyphic. but i think if we can figure out which of the formulas is the right one, then everything will make a lot more sense.”

“what is it again?” charlie asked, frowning at the endless lines of numbers, figures, scattered across her desk. his hands may have moved from her waist, but they just traveled up to her shoulders. charlie rested his chin against the top of her hair. nova opened her mouth once, closed it, and then just shook her head.

“i’m—i think wyvern’s trying to come up something he called an emergency traceback. probably just as a sort of backup because of all the uh, critters running around downstairs. but this is... sort of some kind of mix of algebraic cartography, divination and like three other kinds of math that i haven’t used in a while.” her voice vibrated through his jaw, before she tilted her head back. “so. i need to concentrate. just—for a bit. okay?”

charlie grinned. “okay.” when he kissed her he was delighted to find that she tasted like the candy corn from earlier—which didn’t give him that good of an impetus to stop…

“mm… charlie, knock it off!” she playfully smacked him. “i just said not to distract me!”

“if you could taste you, you would understand.”

a furious blush overtook her face. “oh my g—go find someone else to bother for a while!”

he’d laughed roughly as he left their bedroom, thinking about going to the kitchen—he was positive that there was some of that oktoberfest craft stuff somewhere, and he’d grown a soft spot for agent andhrimnir, despite his sometimes prickly demeanor—when he had the wind knocked out of by him drake, who slammed into him at what felt like a hundred miles an hour.

as charlie was grunting on the floor, trying to re-inflate his lungs, he could he heard clicking go right by his ear. like a dog running on hardwood. “drake? what the bloody hell—“

“charlie! charlie, my bro, my dude, my buddy, my pal, how would you like to get in on something that i am a hundred percent sure will get us all promoted?”

charlie shook his head, blinking, as longma offered him a hand up.

“uh—why does this sound one of your normal ‘good intentions bad idea’ bits?”

“that’s because it is.” longma answered for him. “but in his defense, it did all come together like magic.”

“uh, yeah, like a gremlin just so happened to be down in the archives, which never happens, and we just so happened to like, rediscover this box that we can use to finally solve this issue? guys.” drake just made a grand gesture with his arms as soon as he stood up. “… it’s providence. like. we have to. it’s like god gave it to us with a big red halloween bow on it. c’mon, charlie, please?”

right at the second that charlie found himself with both the officers looking at him expectantly, he had two thoughts alongside each other.

one was that he hadn’t thought of his own brother in about a week. the stretches of time were getting longer.

the second was that the word ‘brother’ brought only muted images of james to mind now. pictures of drake, wyvern, longma—that is, drake, cody, and jeremy—were much clearer. more reflexive. much in the same way he realized that when he looked at seraphim, or succubus, he thought ‘sister.’ as natural as a rainstorm.

and when he looked at nova—at ellie—the first word was ‘love.’ and that was even more effortless these days.

strange, how this place had sort of rewritten his mental dictionary.

“… all right, i’m in. … what are we doing?”

drake clapped him on the shoulder, and opened his mouth to speak, before glancing and then staring down the hallway.

charlie followed his gaze and his eyes landed on what looked like a tiny puff of charcoal smoke, hiding behind the leg of a side table.

and it would’ve continue to just look like a bit of darkness, until two bits of dim light blinked at him.

“what the fuck—“

“step one,” drake interrupted, whispering. “we have to catch that thing—“

as if on cue, it bolted,

and the chase was on.

*     *     *

the humming got louder, a pitch too deep. seraphim grabbed drake by the collar and flung him backward—straight into charlie, who basically caught him and tossed him.

and tendrils, like normal, formed in the gate’s mouth. but they weren’t the soft white that spawned from a normal jump. they were more of a milky pink, like the whites of an infected eye.

oh, this was bad. get out, get out, get out—

seraphim tried to sprint forward, stuck a hand out and tried to push charlie too.

but they both got caught.

longma and drake watched in muted horror as these pastel strands wrapped around both agents, starting from the base of their chest cavities and moving out in both directions. seraphim could not stop the panic building in her stomach, even as charlie was very gently lifted up and pulled to stand next to her.

they had seconds.

her eyes were wide and focused on drake’s face. he had tears in his eyes.

he couldn’t hear her. but he could read her lips.

go find jeremy and ellie. find us. ... it’s okay. it’s going to be okay.

seraphim wasn’t the only one whose heart was hammering. charlie was visibly trembling, his breath coming out in shaky gasps.

there was nothing they could do now.

“what—morgan, what’s happening—“

so she gripped his hand as hard as she could, as silence surrounded them, and they were torn line by line from home. “brace yourself. don’t let go of me. it’s going to be f—“

snap.

longma and drake stood staring at the spot where they’d been for approximately four seconds before getting up and sprinting to the monitors to try to find their signal in the aether, to try and track them as far as they could.

in the five minutes it took for them to find an estimate of where their exit split might have been—which was surrounded by coordinates that they hadn’t ever even touched—charlie and seraphim landed. and by ‘landed’ it was more ‘thrown into the side of a mountain hard enough to knock them out.’

*     *     *

seraphim wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she opened her eyes, blinking them a few times.

the sensation of an intense, dry heat made it hard to move. it was like she was lying in a tanning bed, or in direct sunlight on some lazy afternoon outside. and she almost closed her eyes and let herself be taken back under until she remembered how they got there. deep breaths. deep breaths.

charlie was lying next to her, blood oozing from his nose. it had formed a small pool by his mouth on the ground. her glasses were cracked, but—

no signal. just power. she grunted, lifting herself gingerly into a sitting position.

she didn’t wake charlie. not right away.

she didn’t want to scare him, so she took a few minutes while he stayed in the blackness to compose herself and try to get the fear off of her face as the weight of it hit her.

she was unable to tear her eyes away from the sky, and as she stared at it, she wondered what merlin would do.

charlie came to slower than she had, and seraphim turned as she heard him murmur, “ellie.”

“hey there big guy.” she prayed it didn’t sound like she’d been crying. “you ready to join me in this waking reality?”

his eyebrows went into a frown and seraphim sighed, feeling sweat form around her hairline. not the voice he wanted to hear. “don’t get up too fast—“

she didn’t have to tell him twice, as soon as he was on his knees he let out this long, low groan, his good hand going to the socket where his metal arm met his flesh. he glanced down at his side, “shit…”

“charlie? what is it?” he shifted around and she gasped.

the exit split had thrown him into the rock and right onto his arm. he hadn’t been able curl and protect himself from the machinery, there hadn��t been enough time. the socket had been driven upwards and inwards, tearing his skin open in places. he had a veinwork of blood going down his side, soaking into his v-neck. “okay… okay.” seraphim said quietly. “on a scale of one to ten, ten being it’s so bad you can’t walk, where’s your pain?”

charlie was taking huge, gulps of air, but it burned all the way down into his chest, and he coughed. “let’s say a very strong seven. i can—i can move. it’s fine. and i—“ there were whirs and clicks as he moved his arm, although he tried to hide from her that his range of motion was a little more limited than he was used to. “—can still use it. not broken. ellie can fix it when we…” his voice trailed off as his eyes lifted to the horizon. “… get home.”

seraphim was calm as he took in where they were.

the rocks beneath them were milk white, aside from where they’d been stained by blood. and they went on and on forever towards the skyline, equal parts rolling and jagged. whatever mountain range this was, they’d landed in the foothills.

if there anything else alive here, it was nowhere near them. the silence was thick.

“it’s—it’s really hot—“ he shook his head, trying to pull himself together, find any kind of solidity in his mind. his hand went to his face, rubbing it, wiping at the sweat. “morgan, are we—are we in hell?”

when seraphim didn’t answer him right away, he turned to her in time to see her gazing upward.

the sky—wasn’t a sky at all.

it was a city, hung upside-down, black, violet, and solid. it glittered overheard like a palace ceiling. a tower spiraled towards them in the center, with rings and rings of buildings going outward from it, mimicking, charlie thought ruefully, the mouth of the gate.

the light they were seeing it by was bright white. it seemed to be coming from the line in between both halves of the world, where they didn’t—couldn’t?—touch.

“no, charlie. we’re not in hell. i uh—“ she didn’t want to lie. “i think we might be somewhere worse.”

*     *     *

drake knew just from glancing at the map that they’d been ripped out of the general continuity. he knew that where they’d gone—time did not flow there like it did here.

they had still been asleep where wyvern came barreling down the stairs, out of breath, with ellie close behind him.

“my glasses went off, what happened?” he demanded, his accent coarse in his panic. he found his anger evaporating when he saw the looks on drake and longma’s faces.

at first, neither of them could speak.

until ellie broke their cautious quiet with a question.

“… drake? drake, where’s charlie?”

[beewaggle]

The Tucker Bunch

Title: The Tucker Bunch

Characters: Tucker, Junior, Palomo, Baby Harmony (OC), and Wash and Jensen are there too. 

Rating: G

Pairings: None edit: actually now that I think about it Jensen/Palomo

Summary: There are days when he has his hands full.

@southicut: “I will give up my left leg for a modern au fic where tucker is trying his best to be a single father of 3 (palomo, junior, all his children on chorus as a baby girl named harmony)” 

You owe me a leg (just kidding). Hope it’s okay.

-

“She won’t… stop,” Tucker’s head was on the table one hand still plaintively jingling keys in front of Harmony. His baby girl was light of his life, apple of his eye, but she wouldn’t. Stop. Crying. “And Junior has a basketball practice and CHARLES PALOMO TUCKER says he’s ‘studying’ with Katie Jensen so he can’t take him. I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS CHARLES I INVENTED IT.”

Wash leaned on the wall, “You invented studying?”

“I invented pretending to study so that I could pick up chicks,” Tucker replied. Speaking of picking up chicks… he scooped Harmony flying her through the air.

“Heeey, it’s okay! You’re fed, and dry, and clean so why?… is this revenge?”

“Why would the baby want revenge on you exactly?” Wash asked.

“Split peas dude,” Tucker said with a straight face. Harmony’s screams went up a bit in pitch. The men both winced.

Junior came into the room a huge frown on his face. He tugged demandingly at his Father’s shirt hem. Fifth grade and he was almost Tucker’s height. He was still mostly non-verbal with strange adults around, even Wash who was around fairly often hadn’t heard him speak more than a word at a time.

“I know kiddo, But your sister is having a rough time and your BIG BROTHER is no HELP.” Tucker yelled accusingly upstairs.

Junior crossed his arms defensively. Damn it he needed to do better. Basketball meant so much to Junior, and him playing with other kids was so good for him and--

“Can I help?” Wash offered.

Junior stiffened.

“No,” Tucker said immediately. “It’s fine, we’ll figure it out. Give me ten minutes okay, Junior?”

Junior nodded and quickly exited the room.

“Sorry, man, he’s… him in a car with a stranger--shhshhshh it’s okay Harmony-- isn’t a good idea. I mean… you’re not a stranger but, I don’t want him feeling trapped--”

“It’s okay,” Wash waved his apologies away, “I get it.”

“Junior was like this too--actually I think Junior was possessed as a baby… maybe all babies are possessed.”

“It would explain the projectile vomit,” Wash quipped. “Listen if you need anything--”

Tucker pushed Harmony into his arms. Wash, a trained U.S. special Ops Marine looked terrified.

“UH--” He squeaked.

“Just like, five minutes, I need to talk to Charlie. Sing, she likes singing. She’s gonna make a career out of it one day with the pipes she has on her.”

“Tucker wai--”

Tucker was already going two at a time up the stairs. He was about the throw open the door dramatically, but then hesitated. He remembered when he was sixteen, Charlie’s age, girl upstairs and Ma not knocking at the worst times. Did he really wanna do that?

And Charlie was sort of a nerd he PROBABLY wasn’t… and Tucker had had the talk with him emphasizing condoms because as much as he adored all three of his children Charlie getting a girl pregnant at sixteen like Tucker did? Well his son could learn from his mistakes. Tucker knows he’s fucking lucky how good Charlie is turning out considering how halfass he was in the beginning there.

He took a deep breath and knocked.

“Charles. Put on pants. I need to come in.”

“DAD!!!” Charlie cried. “Katie’s here!!”

Okay so he wasn’t perfect. Still not as bad as Ma.

He opened the door to his furiously blushing son and a bemused Katie Jensen, who was a bit pink as well. To be fair to the two of them there were books open between them. Actually if Katie could get up Charlie’s math grade that would be a lifesaver--not the time.

“I know you have a study date, Charlie--”

“Not a date--and Palomo! I’m going by Palomo I told you that!”

Right, Palomo. He asked why not Tucker, but of course that’s what everyone calls his (not so) old man, and Palomo makes him sound sophisticated. Or something.

“Fine, Palomo. Your brother needs a ride to practice and the deal was you get the car weekends and I get someone to do all my gophering. Payback time kiddo.”

“But we have a test tomorrow!” Charlie--Palomo protested. “Can’t Mr. Washington drive him?”

“You know he can’t, come on.” Tucker crossed his arm striking a classic Dad pose… that he had actually learned from Sarge, but his son didn’t need to know that. “Harmony isn’t letting up,” (and what if she was sick? She didn’t seem hot… where the hell did he put the thermometer again?).

“But daaaaaad,” Palomo whined.

“It’s okay Palomo,” Katie was obviously getting uncomfortable, “I think we’ve gotten as far as we can tonight.”

“B--” (Bow chicka wow wow ugh reflex) “How about this, you drive your brother and you can give Katie a lift home, and on your way you can get burgers or milkshakes or whatever kids like these days.”

Tucker dug into his already bare wallet.

“Aw yeah! Starbucks!”

Goddamnit Palomo. Tucker switched the ten to a twenty and handed it over. Bribery will get you everywhere… and… it was good to let Palomo be a kid with his little girlfriend… probably being much more mature than his father ever was. “Don’t do anything...Mr. Washington wouldn't do.”

Palomo snickered, “Okay, thanks Dad. JAY I’M TAKING YOU TO PRACTICE!!”

Tucker grimaced. “You have legs, you can go to him and tell him that? Harmony is…” Wait… what happened to the screaming.

Oh God!

Tucker ran downstairs in full panic, not entirely sure what he had to fear and fearing everything at once.

He skidded to a stop. Wash was still awkwardly holding Tucker’s little girl, but now Junior was there as well. He leaned close to his sister very quietly singing. Tucker felt his chest tighten. He used to sing that to Junior when he was little. Oh no, fuck, he can’t tear up now.

Junior looked up.

Harmony hiccuped, but didn’t start crying again.

“Please take the baby,” Wash requested looking like he had just come back from war. Tucker took her in his arms again kissing her on the head, and then kissing Junior’s head for good measure--and then even Palomo.

“Daaad, Katie’s right there!!”

“You’re never too old for your father’s love Ch--Palomo. Now go on or you’ll make Junior late.”

He patted Junior on the shoulder. Next paycheck everyone’s getting pizza, even Harmony, no more split peas--well that was a lie, but it felt like pizza for everyone was possible.

The kids left, Tucker collapsed on the couch Harmony snug in his arms.

Wash shook his head, “I have no idea how you do it.”

“Me neither dude, me neither. Helps that they’re amazing though.”

[shtbgs-blog]

COOPER JORDAN, MAIN VERSE.

COOPER JORDAN looks an awful lot like CHARLIE PUTH. HE is TWENTY-FOUR and while they're KINDHEARTED, they have a tendency to get pretty RESERVED. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to ME MYSELF & I by G-EAZY FEAT. BEBE REXHA.

Cooper was born into a relatively wealthy family, they were well known around the town and peers often joked about how Coop was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. But he always shared his wealth and privilege with his peers by throwing great parties and hosting awesome sleepovers. For most of his school career, Cooper Jordan’s birthday party was the place to be, the goodie bags would be filled with candy and expensive toys all around. It was funny, Cooper’s parents were never big on charity until their son came into the world and for long as he could remember he has been pushing them to give back to their community. 

When he got to high school his parents trusted him far more than they should have and gave him the room to host massive parties during the summer. But no matter how crazy they got, Cooper was always sure to clean up and have everything perfect before his parents got home so they never really minded when the neighbors would tell them the stories about kids on the roof diving into the pool or loud music. He had his life under control, for the most part. Then, at the age of twenty-one he got one of his friends girlfriend pregnant and his whole life got flipped on it’s head.

By the time he was twenty-two there was a new beautiful baby boy in the world who went by the name of Tate Jordan. Though, Cooper didn’t know him much. Actually, Cooper was finding it incredibly hard to adapt to the new life of parent hood and for a short while he was actually absent in the childs life. Not that the mother of the child even really wanted him involved. It wasn’t until his father sat him down and had a serious talk with him about being a father did he really open his eyes and start getting involved. After all, he missed Tates first steps, he sort of hated himself for that.

Then, one night Tate’s mother wanted to go out on a date with a guy she met at the grocery store so she asked Cooper to take him for the night. Of course, he was stoked, because finally he could have some alone time with his son. But then that one night turned into a weekend, then a week, and suddenly everyone was furious. It looked like Cooper’s ex just dumped Tate off on Cooper and never came back and Cooper was filled with straight up rage over this. Like how DARE she just abandon him ( despite the fact he did that for the first year... ) 

Then, a few weeks later, Cooper’s ex was found dead in the lake. It turned out she was murdered. From there on out he vouched he would raise his kid to the best of his ability and shares custody with his ex’s parents.

LIKE THIS POST if you’d like me to write you a starter for this verse!

OPEN CONNECTIONS.

BEST FRIEND ; basically someone who never really used him for his ‘perks’ you know like they got to know the real him and can see how often he gives his whole self to people and puts them all above him and they’re trying to always bring him back to reality.

EX GIRLFRIEND / DECEASED BABYMOMMA’S FRIEND ; someone who is really only connected in his life because of Tate / comes and hangs out with him sometimes because he’s sort of the only connection they have to his ex now and it’s sort of like a soft and pure relationship where they kind of bond over the loss and maybe they hated him for a long long time but after her death they were sort of like ‘i can’t harbor these bad vibes anymore’ and just supportive af

OLD PARTY FRIEND(S) ; people who he used to hang out with all the time and still comes over occasionally but the relationship kind of simmered out because he doesn’t wild out the way he used to like cooper’s idea of an awesome day is going to walmart and hanging out in the toy aisle.

EX GIRLFRIEND ; maybe someone he dated before his babymomma, someone who like they ended on mutual terms but there might be some feelings there still????

EX GIRLFRIEND’S BOYFRIEND ; okay but imagine someone who was sort of getting ready to step in and be the step father to his kid but his ex broke up with him or they got into a fight which is why she went on the date and cooper actively supported her going out on dates because coop and this dude just HATED each other and he sort of blames cooper??? for her death???? fam.

COUSINS ; always welcome always acceptable always wonderful

[ismickdaviesbackfromthedeadyet]

Supernatural Survey

So, I got tagged by @srj1990​ who reblogs most of my updates with sad or angry gifs. They also writes fanfiction (I’ve read some of their stuff it’s some  g u d  s h i t). Check them out if you like to read.

Onto questions.

1. What season did you start watching Supernatural?

Awe shit. I want to say during the 11th season and binged it alone so I was caught up for the season 11 release to Netflix. I only stumbled upon the fandom after seeing the episode where Dean was driving that beat up mini-van and said he looked like a soccer mom or something. I looked it up cause I wanted it on a tee-shirt. Ended up falling into the hole that is the fandom.

Never go that tee-shirt tho.

2. Who was the first character you fell in love with?

Prolly Dean.

3. Who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love?

Meg, but then I also feel like I want to say (please don’t attack me) Metatron. It’s all very hazy, but I do vaguely remember hating both of them at least a little and then not hating them.

Yeah, very hazy.

4. Which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with?

The question to ask yourself while answering this is, “Who will I not die a young death with?”

In that case, Donna. She nice. She cute. She knows how to take care of business too.

5. If you could go on just one date with one character, which one would you choose?

Fuck, that’s hard. Dean, I guess. I don’t think a lot of Dean’s dates die and he’s a pretty cool dude. I bet he could pull off a killer date (No pun intended. Hopefully.)

6. What would you do on the date?

It would either be drinking at a bar in true Winchester style or hopefully we could go driving and star gazing like a bunch of saps because I like that shit.

7. Which character would you most want to be like?

Charlie probs. She’s bad ass and has a sense of humor but still freaks out. I like to freak out sometimes. Keeps me grounded.

You can’t always know what you’re doing or what’s going on.

8. Which character would you most like to see brought back from the dead?

Idk...

(It’s Mick Davies. All day, every day, in case you couldn’t tell by the url.)

9. Which character would you most like to punch?

Alastair. I don’t know how to explain it. I just feel like he needs  good punch in the face.

10. Who is your absolute favorite character?

Dean, but Cas always has a spot in my heart.

11. Which “Big Bad” do you think was the worst?

Does the Mark of Cain count as a Big Bad, cause man did that cause some trouble. If that doesn’t count I’d probably Leviathans since they were organized and you couldn’t fucking kill them.

12. Which character are you most like?

Meg 2.0 tbh. From what I remember of her, she was a lot of sarcasm. I use a lot of sarcasm with my irl friends.

13. What death hit you the hardest? 

I think I’m supposed to say Mick because I made an entire account centered around saying that he’s not back from the dead yet.

14. What season finale hit you the hardest?

The season 10 finale. I think it was the only finale I cried during. Just, when Dean told Sam to close his eyes I was so scared and a mess.

15. What are your ten all-time favorite episodes? 

Oh, fuck... Man, I don’t even know. I think I’m due for a full re-watch of the show because every thing is so fuzzy. Maybe I’ll know after that, but The End is probably on the list somewhere along with Bad Day at Black Rock and at least one of the Ghost Facer episodes. Maybe even all of them.

16. What’s been your favorite season?

I think I liked season 3 a lot.

17. Who is your favorite angel?

Cassie boy tbh. He good. Samandriel was pretty cool while he wasn’t dead too.

18. Who’s your favorite demon?

Meg 2.0 or Crowley.

19. Who’s your favorite evil character?

Abadon was cool.

20. Do you have any Supernatural ships?

I’ll ship just abt anything tbh. Just depends on how I feel that day.

21. Who’s your favorite supporting actor?  

I think I have to go with Richard Speight Jr.

22. What’s your favorite quote from the show?

“I feel like a friggin’ soccer mom!“ - Dean 2x02

I think I’m obliged to say that, but another that I like is...

“Sammy, close your eyes,“ Dean 10x23

  23. If you could cast one famous actor in an episode of SPN, who would you chose?

Oh, man, I’m not really familiar with a lot of actors outside of SPN... But I think I’d love John Barrowman in any role on the show.

24. If you could write your own episode, what kind of creature would you like to see included?

So, I decided to actually think for once and came up with an idea for a monster that you can only see when you’re abt to fall asleep (Like, you’d fall asleep right after seeing it) and you’d see it at the end of you’re bed the first night and each night you saw it, it would get closer. When it finally would get to you... Bad stuff? Idk, just spit-balling here, but I think it’s be interesting to see the boys figure out a way to get rid of it.

25. Who’s your favorite girl that Dean’s hooked up with?

Idk, but Elka, the girl from 12x11 Regarding Dean, just kind of hit a chord with me. She also abides by what I use to define a hook up.

26. Who’s your favorite girl that Sam’s hooked up with?

Still going with my hook up rules, I guess it would have to be the hippie chick from the UFO episode. The whole thing was just so funny.

27. What are some of your favorite convention moments?

I don’t really follow the conventions all that much, but the recent Underwear Incident as I call it where Jensen showed his underwear to Misha and Misha only was so funny.

28. If you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on SPN, how would you want your character described?

Badass maybe? But then books are really cool too...

29. What do you hope to see in the next season?

Happy endings for at least a few of the monster of the week episodes. It happened a lot in the early episodes, the boys would save the day and maybe even a kiss from a girl, but slowly it just got sad and no body got to live.

I just want to have a little happiness next season.

30.-40. If you had to choose…

Bobby or John?

Bobby.

Bela or Ruby?

Mm... Bela...

Jess or Madison?

Jess.

Jo or Lisa?

Jo.

Charlie or Kevin?

I love them both, but I have to go with Charlie.

Balthazar or Ash?

I LOVE THESE TWO TOO. WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE???

I guess I’ll go with Balthlazar.

Cas or Crowley?

Cassie boy.

Ben or Claire?

Awe shit...

Though, with how Claire’s shaping up rn think I’ll go with her.

Jody or Donna?

That’s tough, but since I have to choose I’ll go with Jody.

Sam or Dean?

Dean, but Sam’s a super close second.

Well, that was fun. I now have an excuse to re-watch the show (did I really need one). Now I shall tag people, but I dont really know anyone so I’ll go through my followers and see who appears the most...

@caffeine-nights

@deaths-maiden

@theawesomedashing

@firths-colins

and I don’t know if I’m allowed to do this but I’m gonna also tag @iskevintranbackfromthedeadyet since that’s where I got the inspiration for this blog.