#(i mean they still are in the remake but shhh)

[albertweskersplaything]

mon amour, mon ami - luis S. x Angi???

tags - fem!reader, somewhat soft?, re2 luis (remake), edging, overstimulation, some petnames thrown in, horny sub luis, a gift for a friend~

an - @angi-writes-filth i saw your post and SMIRKED, and then i started writing. the smut is taking longer than i thought but that's okay because little ole' katzen is gonna give you a small gift while you wait for the smut

"Estimado-- please..please s'too much- can't handle anymore.." luis cried, bucking his hips into angi's hand that was wrapped around his cock, tears streaming down his flushed face as he bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. moaning and sobbing in pure bliss, it was all too much for poor, poor luis.

"shhh mi amor, you wanted this, didn't you? don't be scared now, mi corazón," angi chuckled with a smile on her face, squeezing gently at the base of luis' erection. angi leaned down to nip on luis' jawline before kissing him firmly at the corner of his lips. "just take it for me.."

"i- i can't-- ", luis mumbled, tears still falling down his cheeks. "i want to be good for you, and i can't.. I just..I can't cum..!" luis hiccuped with a choked moan, hands shaking and body shivering at the pressure of angi's hand around his cock.

his breath hitched when he then felt her hand sped up, his moans getting louder and the tears kept streaming down his face. bucking his hips wildly into her hands desperate for his high, his hands gripping whatever he could grip, as he desperately tried to keep himself from cumming. "angi, please! please, oh fuck!"

"stay like that until i'm sure you've come, alright?" she whispered, smiling warmly at her lover, slowly caressing his balls as she got down on her knees between his legs, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips slowly.

"amor- please..", luis whined softly, eyes flickering closed tightly when Angi began licking him slowly, savouring every inch of luis' cock, biting her lip when luis let out another whimpered whine. "oh god…Angi, please…" he gasped like as if he was underwater swimming back up for air, the warmth of her mouth around his length overwhelming his senses.

angi smirked seeing luis so needy and willing. she liked how luis had always been submissive towards her, not even once having the nerve to refuse anything she ordered of him. 'he's mine,' she thought, licking the tip of luis again, making the Spaniard shudder. luis couldn't help but cry out when angi sucked roughly at the head of his cock, using her hands to hold the bottom half of his dick to guide herself up and down his cock.

he was so eager that he immediately came after she'd taken him into her mouth, his cries growing louder than ever as the hot spurt of his semen filled her mouth. Angi swallowed his thick seed eagerly, humming happily at the feeling, sucking and licking at his shaft as if she were eating honey. "good boy." luis moaned quietly, grabbing at the sides of angi's head to hold her still before collapsing against her, panting heavily.

"fuck me…" he mumbled, his voice shaky and raw from all his crying, breathing heavily as he looked over at Angi. he was blushing crimson, obviously embarrassed and embarrassed by all he just did. "hmm, you want more?"

"please~". angi murmured with an innocent pout, giving him a puppy dog look with her eyes wide with longing. "you know what you mean to me..and I know how hard you can make me cums without it hurting too bad." luis sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this battle with Angi's devious ways.

he knew it would be easier to just give in to her demands. she wasn't going to stop until he gave in, and luis had learned that lesson very well already. "alright, fine..just don't bite my neck or scratch me..I'll have your ass in a second-" luis warned, looking away quickly to hide his blush when he heard the sound of Angi laughing loudly, this was going to be a long night.

#luis sera smut #luis sera x reader #resident evil luis #resident evil #re4 remake #re4 #angi writes filth #albertweskersplaything

[tsuki-sennin]

Having grown to appreciate her unusually kind form of selfishness, Gira propositions the exceptional Queen Himeno for aid in his crusade in the aftermath of the battle at Ishabana's capital of Flopital. However, before she is able to treat the wounded in the castle, Kuwagon signals the arrival of a newcomer. The silver and gold God Kabuto, who fires upon the King-Ohgers. Yanma, Himeno, and Gira are swept away by Kuwagon's rescue, and God Kabuto pursues them...

So the story goes! Anyways, let's get back to that now, Spoilers, I guess~!

-Oh fuck, he's one of the big boys.

-Wow, that reformation was

-Instant, holy crap.

-Aaaaaaand, they're down! Booooosh!

-Oooooh

-There he is, Kaguragi the bee man.

-His facial expressions are equal parts hiliarious and terrifying.

-Since female bees of all are the ones with stingers, this implies to me that he has T-masc swag, so I think I'm incorporating that into my headcanon. Entirely independently, mind you.

-Anyhoo, I'm now listening to Zenryoku King for the tenth time today.

-Aaaaah~!

-What a lovely place, Toufu is.

-I love seeing Toei go through all these typical high fantasy JRPG settings, it gives me joy.

-I think the one recurring bit they don't do is try to claim the whole setting as just one continent.

-I've gotta ask, does Sebastian get paid? Y'know, a lot?

-I suppose Himeno skipped her bible study. ...can't say I blame her, tbh.

-Girl really said "I'm taking God for my collection."

-I just noticed this, but Yanma's headphones apparently aren't cat-ear ones.

-Ooooooh, remaking the divine in the form of modern industry. That's very thaumatech-y. Like Radiant Historia or uh... Fantasian, I've never played that one.

-Oooooh, grasshopper? I mean, of course there'd be one.

-...Ooooooh, what if there's a moth like Inazuman?

-Racles fucking cheated to wake it up somehow, didn't he?

-Oh okay, just leave Yanma there. Okay.

-Oh fuck, I didn't notice! Where is Gira?

-Good morning!

-Okay, goodbye... Kabutan!

-Kaguragi Jumpscare.

-"You..."

-I absolutely love So Kaku's voice.

-"Hail to the king, dude!"

-Kuroko! ...Oh wait, no, I'm not supposed to take note of you, uhhh...

-Daaaaamn, Kaguragi! You sure have a lot of... wheat!

-"Turning yourself in? Seems like kind of a bitch move."

-Oooooh, oooooh, ooooooh!

-"You! Are a very brave and wonderful man, tyrant boy!"

Gira: ...so like, do you have issues with Racules or- Kaguragi: He is nothing BUT an issue! He works his people to death, attempted to wrest control of my nation's god, withholds his industrial innovations from my subjects... He even made fun of my ponytail by calling it a manbun, even though they're TOTALLY different!

-Ooooooh, funky!

-What a lively place.

-Must be nice to have.

-...wait, so there's more grain in Toufu than anywhere else in the world? ...guess the scale's a lot smaller than I thought.

-"This radish is is covered in dirt and bugs... my favorite~!"

-Wash your veggies before you eat 'em.

-There's God Hachi up there.

-Working hard to claim the fruits of thy labor! That is the Land of Toufu!

-"Sir Gira! ...let your best buddy in the whole wide world Lord Kaguragi handle this!"

-Alright, time to get it!

-Bonk!

-Man, I am just digging this soundtrack.

-Ohger Finish~!

-Aaaaand we've officially given up!

-"Could you like... give us time?"

-Well, he's given up.

-He has far too much drip to care what Racules thinks, Yanma.

-Guess the Shugoddamites still believe in their asshole king.

-...man, I miss Toufu's air already.

-"Shhh, shhh. There's the peasant Gira likes. ...Yeeeees, I look forward to seeing him prostrated before me."

-The Judge.

-There's Rita. There they be.

-"Well, that bitchass loser Racules doesn't wanna help me... which is why I must ask that you provide your aid!"

-"FOOOOOOD!"

-"Yanma, you fucker, keep your gross chopsticks out of the pot!"

-God this is so funny.

-The top of Tikyu's pecking order!

-"Pwease do it for our children!"

-Well, Gira's caught on.

-Slack jawed tanuki... Hey man, Keiwa'd be carrying you guys! ...more literally than anything, but.

-I love you Kaguragi.

-Here they come. The Bugnarak. In the quarry~!

-Fuck you, Dezzy.

-Tomato~!

-"Time for a bit of pesticide!"

-Hatch It!

-Ohgai Busou!

-Hachi Ohger!

-Yoooooooooo!

-Whoa, he's flexible!

-How bold of him.

-Bees. My God.

-This is amazing.

-Shugod Jumpscare.

-Using the lady as bait, smh Yanma

-Oh shit, there he is!

-"...That's not Racules."

-Kaguragi Dybowski. He cheated us all.

-God, this is epic.

-Well, he is giving Gira what he demanded at the start of the episode.

-"You little bitch!"

-Well, Gira sure was quick to forgive.

-Bug Kiss

-Good morning, Kabutan!

-Together!

-King-Ohger, come forth!

-I guess God Hachi picked up Kaguragi during that transition.

-God Papillon. Where's your Chief Justice, eh?

-King, King! King Ohger!

-Man, this dynamic's gonna be the best thing ever once Rita jumps in.

-Thank you, God Hachi.

-Ahhh, the old "attack the parts not covered by the shell" tutorial boss.

-Blown off the mountain.

-Bee Man did it.

-"Apology not accepted. Time to die, Bee Boy!"

-"No dying today."

-Man, Himeno really was about to relieve him of his head. She really is a mantis lady!

-Kaguragi has joined the party!

-"Hohohoho! Leave the scheming to the professionals, hmm? As for you, Sir Gira..."

-Oh wow, he sold them right out!

-Rita Time.

-Goddamn, they're on point.

-"Treachery, assault, attempted regicide, illegal trespassing, obstruction of justice, unlawful consumption of food... swagless behavior. By the power vested in me as Chief Justice of the International Court and Sovereign of Gokkan, I place you under arrest."

-Ohhhhh I've been waiting anxiously to see you, Your Honor.

#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King! #ohsama sentai king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger spoilers #kingohger #king ohger #king ohger spoilers

[ghirahims-trophyhusband]

ya know, as pretty as Sephiroth looks in that new dissidia (?) trailer, i hope they dont change his model in any way from part 2 onwards bc I love his dark eyes with their subtle lines around them, blueish lips and pale skin.

It really fits with my previous comment of how he looks how Cloud views him: someone who should be dead, hence the eyes and lip/skin colour.

Also, the last time Cloud had seen Sephiroth was when the latter had stayed up for a week reading up on the JENOVA project, so it would make sense for him to look tired/drained and not like he just woke up from a good night’s sleep.

#goldie speaks #throw yourself into the unknown with pace and a fury defiant #ff #ffvii #fo #i still think sephiroth appears as cloud views him so ye. which is why i pointed that out lmao #also correct me if I'm wrong but dont your lips get thinner when you die lmao #bc sir your lips are lookin very kissable in that trailer fkdlgdfg #(i mean they still are in the remake but shhh)

[seaside-writings]

(Part 4 of 4)

Hello once more, all you wonderful people!

The day is finally here! The new Scream is finally out, and in celebration, here is the final part of the Scream franchise prompt lists! Just like before with the other three lists I've changed some stuff in the dialogue to help things be a little smoother.

I had so much fun making these! I really enjoyed picking out my favorite lines from each movie and seeing which ones would work well for writing. I think I'm going to do this with some of my other favorite franchises!

But for now please enjoy these prompts, and I'll try to post the final part as soon as possible!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙

(1,2,3,4)

Prompts:

"What's your favorite scary movie?" - "So, why are you so sure that the killer is working by the rules of a horror remake?" - "You think this is all about you? You think you're still the star?" - "She said you were the angel of death," - "What did I get hit with?" "Don't ask," - "My friends? What world are you living in?! I don't need friends, I need fans! Don't you get it? This has never been about killing you, it's about... becoming you!" - "A movie within a movie," - "Oh, my gosh, I love it. I've seen it five times and still gets me every time," - "Don't we hear enough of this story every year?" - "Why is he calling you?" "Because you won't take his calls and he knows I have your ear," - "This isn't a fucking movie!" "It will be," - "Is she gonna be okay?" "Yeah, she's a strong kid. "She's gonna have to be," - "How could you do this? "Do you know what I was like growing up in this family? Related to you? I mean, all I ever heard was: this and that, and "you, you, you!" You were always so fucking special! Well, now I'm special! "You'll slip, they always do," - "Wow, did you feel that charge between us just then?" "Oh, that was me! I have powers!" - "It's kind of the one component the killer is missing," "Wait, what do you mean?" "Well, if you wanna be the new, new version, the killer should be filming the murders," "Yeah, it's like the natural next step in the psycho-slasher innovation. I mean, you film them all in real-time, and before you get caught, you upload them into cyberspace," - "These are innocent people," - "Before I get in the car you have to promise not to kill me," - "Shhh, I know, I know, it doesn't happen as fast as it does in the movies, I know." - "Wait! No, no, no! Please, just ask me one more question! Just one more!" - "Yep, I could trivia your ass under the table, Cinema Boy!" - "Sounds like you're in a parking garage. A dark and deserted parking garage. But if you wanna be in the hospital, I'd be happy to put you there - in the fucking morgue!" - " 'Cause all there are now are remakes, only horror studios green-light. I mean, there are still rules, but the rules have changed. The unexpected is the new cliche," - "Making your art as immortal as you," - "You're a survivor, aren't you? Your one and only skill, you survive. I have one question for you; what good did it to be a survivor in this little drama if everyone close to you is dead?" - "It's sick, right? Well, sick is the new sane! You had your fifteen minutes, now I want mine!" - "So, you do have to die. Those are the rules. A new movie, a new franchise, and a whole new cast. There's only room for one lead, and let's face it; your ingenue days, they're over. - "We all know where it goes from there...? "A party? "Exactly! A party! Guaranteed third-act-main-cast bloodbath!" - "Stay right there!" "Is he-?" "Don't look," - "You do know there are cops all over the house?" "I think I have just enough time to slice someone open!" - "Copyright terms, by the way," - "She's upstairs! Thank goodness you're here to protect her, when you can't even find her! - "Don't tell me you didn't know this day would come?" - "You just won't die, will you? Who are you? Michael fucking Myers?" - "Spare me the lecture! You've done very well by all this bloodshed, haven't you? Well, how about the town you left behind? I've got plans for you. I'm gonna slit your eyelids in half so you don't blink when I stab you in the face. You'll die when I want you to, not a moment before. Until then, you're going to suffer!" - "Sorry about that. Just... making around before taking off," - "Wait, she was stabbed in the shoulder?" "Yeah..." "How does she know, I was too?" - "Just fucking die already!" - "I'm gonna enjoy blowing your head off," - "What's your favorite scary movie?" "Bambi!" - "I won't be needing you anymore," "What?" "You're fired," "Fired?" "Fired!" - "You film your entire high school experience, and, what, post it on the 'net?" "Yep, everybody will be doing it someday," - "Modern audiences get sappy to the rules of the original. So, the reverse has become the new standard," - "Who are you?" "Turn on the TV to channel 6," "Who the fuck are you?" "Turn it on. Watch the teaser," - "Glad you came home! Has it been worth it yet?" - "Oh, I love this part! Just when they think they're safe...Ghostface comes in, and BAM!" - "Don't!" "You can't save them; all you can do is watch," - "Ah, friends count, but it's the family ties that cut the deepest, am I right? - "I fucking won. I won. He tried to beat me, but I fucking won!" - "Wear the vest, save your chest," - "I don’t know about you, but I feel a whole lot better," - "New decade. New rules," - "She was standing right behind me!" "They always are," - "I got it right, I was fucking right!" - "The ones you care about most. And what's closer than family? The bond of blood," - "You gotta have an opening sequence that blows the doors off, some music video direction, gallons of blood, and the kills gotta be way more extreme," - "Come on, do it," "There's no way you're in there," "See for yourself," - "Is this how it's gonna be? The ending of the movie was supposed to be at the house! I mean, this is just silly!" "Consider this the alternative ending," - "I got two officers down, several injuries, and a new suspect," - "You forgot the first rule of remakes hun: "Don't fuck with the original.'"

#scream #scream 4 #scream 2022 #scream (2022) #writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing prompt list #writing prompt lists #prompt #prompts #prompt list #prompt lists #dialogue #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt list #dialogue prompt lists #horror #horror prompt #horror prompts #action #action prompt #action prompts #slasher #slasher prompt #slasher prompts #horror movies #slasher flicks

[sirkusace]

We know very little of Saints Row (2022) yet, sit down

Two people are gonna read this but maybe the tags help I **LOVE** Saints Row 2, it’s my favorite out of the bunch by a LONG STRETCH, I also had my Saints Row 2-clone-like ideas and hopes - but I’m also fond of 3 and had some fair fun with 4 despite it all. Admittedly, I skipped AoM ... Seriously, guys. Some of us are jumping the gun harder than Johnny Gat, and I don’t mean that in a good way whatsoever. Let’s wait for a little more than a few seconds of gameplay and a SINGLE, CINEMATIC TRAILER before disowning the new game entirely, please and thank you. This looks like good, fresh fun in my opinion, but it’s certainly different - let’s just ... shhh It might work out a lot better than you think. It’s ok to miss the old, but it’ll still BE THERE. Worst case scenario, it’s like a Disney Remake - we still have the originals. There’s a middle ground between missing the old+having vastly different expectations, and screaming “NOT MY SAINTS ROW” at the starting line, is all I’m saying, really.

I’m real fucking passionate about the Saints, which is the only reason I even bother to throw in my two cents (which tbf that’s all this is) but ... guys, come on. I know the trend of the times is Extremes(tm) and a lot of us either LOVE or HATE something and nothing can change our mind after the first shot but ... Guys. Come on.

#saints row #saints row reboot #saints row self made #opinion #also congrats tumblr for providing some really sensible takes that helped me cool down and rethink seriously I'm impressed and thank you #lots of edits because passionate writing means lots of oopsies

[fyeahsharonrooney]

'Finding Alice' star Sharon Rooney on silencing the social media bullies and why her granny was her greatest inspiration (Sunday Post, 17.1.21)

'...Fire up social media on your phone and within moments you’re free to interact with a world full of people. Holiday photos from your cousin in New Zealand? Click like!

Your pal’s video of a Yorkshire terrier that sounds like Brian Blessed? Hit retweet! Don’t like the way someone looks? Tell them to lose some weight!

Hang on, that last one is probably a bit rude. You wouldn’t wander up to a stranger in the street and casually advise them to give the sweeties a miss, not unless you were desperately craving a sore face.

Yet that kindly advice is precisely what someone like Sharon Rooney is offered when she logs into sites such as Instagram.

Sharon, who starred in Disney’s recent live action Dumbo remake, E4’s My Mad Fat Diary and hit sitcom Two Doors Down has endured her fair share of trolling.

“It’s the unsolicited medical advice I enjoy,” she laughed. “Telling me not to eat jellybeans. Thanks!

“I learned quite quickly people will pick apart anything. They will find something. Even if I was five sizes smaller, someone will tell me I looked better before. You’ll never please everyone.

“There’s a lovely mute button now. If someone writes something rude I just quietly say ‘Shhh’ to them.

“With My Mad Fat Diary I’m already saying, ‘Hello, I am fat human’. What can they say?

“I have eyes, I know what I look like and I’m fine with that. Sorry if you’re not. I’m doing OK, so please don’t worry about me.”

(© Carlo Paloni/BAFTA/Shutterstock)

Sharon, 32, is doing more than OK though, which you’ll see if you tune into new ITV drama Finding Alice tonight.

She stars opposite Keeley Hawes and it’s a role that saw Sharon cross the Bodyguard star’s name off a special list.

“I’ll let you into a secret. Every actor has a dream list of people they’d love to work with and Keeley was on mine,” she said.

“I told Keeley. She just rolled her eyes and told me to shut up.

“Why would you not want to work with her? She’s fantastic in everything she does.

“Keeley’s everything I thought she would be. Whe’s one of a kind. A special human being. Look, Keeley��s not paying me to say this! Maybe she should…?”

Praising a colleague is, of course, second nature to an actor. There’s a reason they call them luvvies; plus you don’t want to end up working with someone you’ve bad-mouthed on a project in a year’s time, do you?

This isn’t merely empty platitudes for a thespian pal. Sharon’s praise is warm, generous and genuine. It’s how she herself comes across, along with a dash of wry humour.

Perhaps it’s the influence of her late granny, who Sharon describes as her soulmate.

“This sounds so cheesy but she truly was,” she added. “You know you get one human who you just chime with? I just loved her. We were two old souls.

“She taught me so much. I think grannies have that magic where they teach you to deal with life after they’re gone. I just enjoyed every minute I had with her.”

The pain and sadness we’ve all experienced over the past year, along with the forced holiday she’s had to take with being locked down, has let Sharon think about the grief she felt when her gran died.

“Even if you’re preparing for a death I don’t think it’s any easier than if it’s unexpected,” she said.

“When it is unexpected, like the way Harry dies in Finding Alice, you’re left reeling from it for so long before you can take in what’s happened.

“With Nicola, the character I play, the initial shock has happened. Her big brother has died. So how do you move forward? Grief itself is such a complicated thing. There’s no guide book. When you feel sad, you feel sad.

“Grief sneaks up on you. You think you’re fine then it appears with a ‘Hiya!’

“I still get it. I’ll think I can’t wait to show my gran something before going, ‘Oh yeah’.

“My gran spoke about it before she died. We were talking about how thinking of someone after they’ve died is like ringing a bell for them.

“She said, ‘Don’t think of me too much, hen – I’ll get no rest.’”

(Sharon Rooney as Miss Atlantis with co-star DeObia Oparei in Tim Burton’s Dumbo)

Happily, Sharon brought her sardonic and garrulous Glaswegian spirit to the set of Dumbo, in which Sharon appeared alongside Hollywood legend Danny DeVito.

“You forget they’re still humans, which is easy to do when you’re standing in front of Danny DeVito. All I could think was that this was Danny DeVito. Has anyone told him?

“You just talk on set. Gab, gab, gab. That’s all we did. I was shouting over to Tim to ask for two minutes so Danny could finish his story.

“That’s Tim Burton, by the way. Listen to me, I just call him Tim now.”

Casting for a Disney blockbuster like Dumbo was straightforward, although it did come with an ironclad ban from telling her friends about the project until it was announced.

My Mad Fat Diary focused on the plus-sized character Sharon played but, since then, the roles she’s taken don’t normally specify anything about her character’s weight.

“A lot of parts I go for don’t say the character must be plus-size or look a certain way,” she said.

“I’ve only been doing this for eight years or so but for me it’s never been an issue but I know for some it has been.

“It’s about owning who you are. I realise that’s difficult because of social media. What I try to do is take jobs with people who are authentic characters.

“If it does specify a plus-size actor then my response is to ask why. Let’s investigate this.

“These days – well, before the pandemic – I would go to auditions and the room would be filled with so many different people, which I love. The room isn’t filled with girls who all look the same.

“And I love seeing a role that I didn’t get go to someone completely different to me. Well, I don’t love it because then I’ve not got the role, but it’s still nice to see.”

(The cast of Finding Alice © Joss Barratt)

A closeness with her other granny (the pair are bubbled up) has developed during the lockdowns of the past year, from which Sharon has taken heart.

Other than that she’s been enjoying her break ahead of Finding Alice’s release, as well as browsing social media.

Although these days she’s a lot wiser in how she does it; retaining the enjoyment with the help of that handy mute button.

“I used to follow every celebrity and every celebrity magazine,” added Sharon. “But it just made me doubt myself. I’d go to post a video then I’d wonder if I should put more make-up on first.

“I’ve stopped doing that. On Twitter these days I post videos where I’ve just woken up.

“I mean if you do post a video where you look great and have all your make-up on, then great, but I don’t know how you do it! I look forward to my no-make-up days.

“Oh you should see the state of me. I live in loungewear now. I put on jeans the other day. What are these things? What is this material we wear? These are awful!”

Finally, some feedback with which we can all agree...' X

#sharon rooney #finding alice #interview #sunday post #2021 #bereavement #concern trolling #my mad fat diary #rae earl #mymadfatdiary #mmfd cast #mmfd #long post #long reads #fatshaming #plus size actor #grief #keeley hawes #british television #british tv #lockdown #17 january 2021 #dumbo live action #film: dumbo #tim burton #danny devito #behind the scenes

[98prilla]

Unwanted

Listened to Logan’s playlist, so naturally, had to write some angst because oh boy does he need some love. I might write a follow up to this, if you guys want one, let me know!

AO3

Next

...

“Logan.” He startles at the voice. He hadn’t heard anyone knock, hadn’t heard the door open, though it must have.

 He's sitting at his desk, papers stacked and sorted neatly, the schedule in front of him, which he is comparing to the calendar on his computer, compiling the two, making sure all birthdays and holidays are listed, all social events and commitments and activities and work sessions are allotted time. Trying to make Thomas's schedule line up with their schedule, so the best suited to handle each potential situation is on hand should they be needed.

 It’s a headache and a nightmare but it’s his job, and he doesn’t mind it, truly. Finds it to be like a complex puzzle, rearranging and reworking the pieces until they snap together with a satisfying click.

 But he finds himself wondering more and more one simple question: why?

 Why keep making a schedule that will inevitably and always be tossed out the window? Why make and arrange plans when they will never be followed through on? Why keep speaking if no one is listening, why keep showing up if nobody cares, why is he needed at all?

 He isn’t, is the simple answer. The logical answer. So why does it hurt, to think of himself as unwanted, unnecessary, unneeded? He doesn’t have emotions. He doesn’t care. He is logic, he is a robot, he has always been a cold amalgamation of science and fact and blunt objectivism.

 A heart can’t break if it doesn’t exist to begin with.

 “Logan-"

“What?” He snaps, not looking up from his work, one hand rubbing his temple, the other tapping a pen against his chin idly in thought. “I have work to do, Deceit.” His eyes are blurring and he doesn’t think he’s actually comprehended what he’s looking at for the past five minutes, but it isn’t a lie. He has work to do.

 “You need rest. It can wait.” Deceit's voice is soft, inviting, but he shakes his head, regretting it as it starts to dully throb.

 “I’ll finish this then go to bed.” He replies, not even sure what he’s saying.

 “Logan, it can wait. You’re going to have to redo it in a few days, anyway.” He knows this. Knows that they will ignore the schedule, then wonder why they’re behind on work, and then he would be blamed and have to remake the schedule to fit everything in at the last minute until it became a hurried scramble to get it all finished and he’d be told to plan better next time. This is a fact.

 So why does Deceit saying it so casually, admitting out loud that his work means nothing, why does it hurt? He slams the planner shut.

 “yes, thank you for enlightening me, Deceit. I already know that my work is extraneous, but I just really needed someone to point out how stupidly useless it is tonight.” He doesn’t know where this angry, heated, bitterness is coming from, but it burns on his tongue and sets his stomach churning as he glares at Deceit, who looks taken aback.

 “if you would like to inform me on the proper use of the word infinitesimal or give me flash cards that I try to use to better relate to the others but only succeed in inducing mockery, that would be greatly appreciated. Otherwise, I am not in the mood for your company." His head is pounding now, and Deceit is looking at him with complete shock, and he can’t stand this anymore.

 “Logan, please-" Deceit reaches out, and he chokes back a bitter laugh, because of course Dee would be the only one who even cared to notice.

 “go.” He says lowly, almost a growl. Deceit hesitates. “Go!” he yells, loud and choked and fierce, and Deceit does, fleeing out the door in the face of his anger, which vanishes as quick as it came.

 He locks the door, sliding down to the floor, instantly overtaken by sobs as he buries his head in his arms, shaking from the force of them, wheezing as each sob only makes his head pound more, his vision blur and spots dance behind his eyelids, which makes him sob harder, which makes the pain grow. A vicious cycle, which he can’t seem to stop.

 Somehow, he manages to crawl his way to the bathroom, making it to the toilet before he throws up, hot tears tracking down his face as he spits the last of the sour bile. His head is resting weakly against the toilet seat, the cool rim balm to his aching, pounding head.

 The light is so bright, but he doesn’t have the strength to move to shut it off, the throbbing behind his eyes pounding in time with his pulse, spots of white jumping through his vision as he groans, throwing an arm over his head to block out what he can.

 Least listened to. Least appreciated. Least needed. Least loved.

 The truths eat at his heart, cloying decay in his chest, acid in his brain because what is the point of even trying? If no one wanted him at his very best, certainly no one would ever want him now.

 His head is heavy as the weight of the sun, swimming with stars and explosions of dark light that popped with agony and sends him gasping as his stomach churns. He barely notices the tears anymore, the exhaustion sweeping through him too much to resist, the emotions swirling through him too loud, and he is all too willing to let his mind shut down, if only for a few hours, so he doesn’t have to feel anymore. He wishes he never had to feel, period.

 “I can do that.” He doesn’t even have the capability of surprise anymore as gray streaked hair and electric green eyes come into view. “I can help.”

 He nods, too tired to do anything else, weakly reaching out a hand. Remus takes it, gently running his thumb over his knuckles, before lifting it to his lips, kissing it tenderly.

 Logan gasps, feeling… nothing, as everything drains from him. All the hurt and doubt and pain and loathing fades to absolutely nothing, leaving him empty and numb and his mind blessedly absently silent.

 “oh, Lolo.” Remus whispers, all the negativity and bad thoughts he’s absorbed from Logan cycling through his mind, and he feels the sting and pain of every one of them as if they were his own, the price of taking them to begin with.

 They make him want to tear out his intestine or jam pencils in his eyes or dig and dig and dig in his ears until he reaches his brain and can pull it out one gooey piece at a time, but he doesn’t. He sits, shaking with the effort of not until it passes, and he can focus on Logan, who had so much negativity in that pretty head of his that there had been no room for anything good, as evidenced by his empty, glassy eyed stare, eyes open and unseeing.

 “come on, Polaris. Let’s get you taken care of.” He murmurs, pushing back Logan's hair, wincing at the heat of his forehead. Carefully, he scoops Logan up in his arms. Logan doesn’t react, doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound, and that worries him more than anything. “Go to sleep, starry night. Everything'll be better in the morning.” Logan's eyes slip closed without more coaxing, limp in his arms. He presses a soft kiss to Logan's forehead, finally getting a response as Logan lets out a soft sigh, head tilting so it rests in the crook of his elbow.

 ...

 He wakes slowly, head pounding, feeling like it’s stuffed with cotton. He tries to move, but the slightest shift sends nausea flipping through his stomach, and he retches, barely feeling someone help him sit up, holding a pail under him. His stomach is empty, but it still takes his body a few long minutes to realize it and stop its violent upheaval.

 After a long moment, be slumps back into whoever's arms are supporting him, squeezing his eyes shut against the too bright noise of the room, trying to ignore the shaky tears on his face. He still feels numb, mind a bit fuzzed and unfocused, and he shivers despite the warmth he can feel around him, it isn’t enough.

 “Here, starlight. Can you drink something for me?” Someone presses a cup into his shaky hands, helping him raise it to his lips. He manages a few shaky sips before his stomach protests and he shoves the cup away, not wanting another round of pain. He trembles, feeling himself pulled closer to the warmth supporting him. Without thinking, he buries his face against it with a wordless whimper, that movement making his head spin and pulse harder, his hands fisting fabric, squeezing in a futile effort to make the world stop rotating. He feels someone gently running a hand up and down his back, someone crooning softly, gentle pressure as someone rests their head atop his, pressing soft kisses against his hair.

 “remus?” he slurs, finally recognizing that voice now that the world was barely wobbling, the darkness of Remus's shirt against his closed lids a blessed relief from the too loud light.

 “Shhh. I’ve got you, polaris.” His tongue feels thick and dry, but he forces it to work.

 “Polaris?” he hears Remus chuckle softly, a hand brushing back his hair.

 “That’s the north star, isn't it? The guiding light in the oceans and oceans of space?” Logan murmurs an affirmative, barely lucid.

 “Well, that’s what you are, to me. Steady. Dependable. When everything is too much and too loud, you give me balance. You’re my guiding light, Logan. My Polaris.” Remus murmurs gently, not minding the wet spot he can feel growing on his shirt, instead continuing to rub Logan's back, murmur softly, until he falls back into an exhausted sleep.

 Remus looks up as the door quietly opens just enough for Deceit to slip through, closing it quietly behind him.

 “Any better?” he asks lowly, frowning as he sits on the bed beside Remus, Logan curled against him, practically on his lap. Remus shakes his head, eyes clouded with worry.

 “he woke up for just a bit. Hurled again. Fever's holding steady. Isn’t any worse, at least. Got him to drink a bit of water. He knew it was me and didn’t flip out, so I think we’re good on that account.” Deceit nods, running a hand through his curly, disheveled hair for the thousandth time, wincing as he pulls a knot.

 “If we can get some food in him, we could give him a dose of Benadryl, but not on an empty stomach like this, it’d just make it worse. I… gods, what do we do?” he breathes out, tucking another blanket around Logan.

 “This. This is what he needs.” Remus answers, looking down at Logan. “I felt it, dee. There was so much. It’s still rattling around up here.” Remus taps his head, biting his lip. “It still hurts, Dee.” Deceit softens, honey eyes meeting Remus's.

 “I know. Can I?” he asks, holding open his arms. Remus smiles, carefully shifting Logan out of his lap, the soft sound of protest quickly dying as he is settled against Deceit, who cradles him with all six arms, holding him, rubbing his back, teasing through his hair, stroking his cheek. Logan leans into it all, every touch eliciting a small sigh of happiness, a small breath of relief until the logical side has practically melted against him, as if he hasn’t felt touch in years.

 Remus wraps an arm around Dee, holding him as he holds Logan, encasing the two of them in warmth.

 “he feels useless, Dee. Unwanted. Unneeded.”

 “I know. And we will show him otherwise.” Comes the fervent reply, as Logan stirs uneasily in his sleep.

...

 He's not sure he's awake, at first. It’s warm. Cozily warm, and soft and he lets out a small breath as he shifts closer into the warmth, relieved as the world stays stationary, his head barely pounds.

 “Logan?” Deceit, he’s being held by Deceit.

 “I’m sorry. For yelling at you. I didn’t mean to, I-"

 “I know, dearie, it’s ok. Why didn’t you tell anyone you were so sick?” Deceit's hand is carding through his hair, and it feels so good, it’s hard to focus on anything else.

 “It was neither important or relevant.” He hears Deceit hiss.

 “You… Logan, you were nearly unconscious in the bathroom. You were burning up, you’ve been asleep or out of it for two days, how is that not important or relevant?” his voice is incredulous, and Logan looks up, puzzled.

 “it is as you said. Any work I do the others immediately undo, anyways. My purpose is irrelevant. I am irrelevant. Being ill and out of commission for two days is of no consequence. It did not affect Thomas, correct?” he asks, bewildered at the soft horror on Deceit's face.

 “No. That’s not true, Logan. I should know. It’s not nothing, not irrelevant. You scared us half to death. We need you. We love you.” He crumbles at the honesty on Deceit's face, and buries himself back against the side, shaking from the silent sobs.

 “Did they notice? Did they even care? Did... did anyone try and check on me?” He stammers out, knowing the answer from the hesitation in Deceit’s reply. He feels a second pair of arms wrap around him, not Dee’s.

 “I’m gone for five minutes, and you break him!” Remus mutters, practically suffocating him against Deceit’s shirt, but he doesn’t care.

 “not his fault... was already broken.” he chokes out between teary gasps, and Remus hugs him tighter, nestling his head against his neck.

 “You’re perfect. They’re the broken ones, if they can’t see that. If they can’t see how much you care, if they can’t see how hard you work, if they can’t see that you always, always give one hundred percent of yourself in everything that you do. If they don’t care about you as much as you care about them. If they won’t care for you like they should, I’m never letting go of you again. I’m never letting you feel that way again, Logan.” Remus is sniffling too, and Deceit lets out his extra arms, hugging both of them, kissing their heads.

 “Remus is right. You are amazing, Logan. You should be told that more often, be shown that more often. I... you should never think that your existence is meaningless. You mean everything, sweetling.”

 “i want to stay. I want to stay with both of you. I want... I want to be listened to, I want to be heard, I want to be appreciated, I don’t care if it’s selfish to want that, but that’s what I want.” he stammers breathlessly, oddly afraid that they will reject him for speaking his mind. When was the last time he said what he wanted out loud?

 “It’s not selfish to need love and attention. It’s not selfish to work so hard and then want to share it. You can stay, right, Dee? He can stay?” Remus asks, desperation tinging his voice, because he can’t stand it if Logan has to go back and he has to feel all of that all over again.

 “of course he can stay. If you’re sure that’s what you want, Logan. They won’t like it. They may be angry.” He points out. Logan lets out a breathy laugh.

 “If they get angry at me leaving, they should have made it clearer they wanted me so badly. And if they blame you for it, I will quickly dissuade them of that notion. I am sure, Deceit. I know it will change things. I know it will change me. But I am sure.” He feels Deceit smile, pressing his lips to his forehead for a long, endless moment.

 “alright, dearie. I’ll move your room. But later. Right now, you still need rest. I’m not taking a risk with your safety. I don’t know how much it will affect you, and you need to be at full strength before I move it.” His voice is soft and tender, and Remus squeals excitedly, rocking back and forth with Logan on his lap.

 “We can be temporary roomies! I know you probably think I’m a slob, but everything is just as organized as your room! Can’t be storing the spleens with the livers, that just doesn’t work. And, how would I ever tell the blood bags apart if I didn’t sort them properly? I mean, sure, I can taste test, but that’s just a waste of resources if I need to do it every time. And sometimes the positives and negatives are so hard to tell apart, such a nuanced taste.” Remus is surprised as Logan laughs, leaning back against him, looking up at him with teary, happy eyes, a small smile on his lips.

 “I wouldn’t mind that. It does sound like you have some rather fascinating experiments going on. I would love to help you compile your data and take notes. I have a feeling you are more interested in the action than the results.” Remus squeals higher, at a practically inaudible level of joy.

 “HE WANTS TO HELP! DEE, HE DOESN’T THINK I’M GROSS!” Deceit rolls his eyes.

 “So I gathered. I get the feeling you’re going to have a lot of work on your hands, Logan.” He teases gently, Logan’s small smile easing the worry in his chest, untying some of the knots there. He can tell Logan is going to be ok, eventually, now. Remus already adored him, had always loved Logan for never shying away from his thoughts or words, answering all his lewd questions honesty and with thought. Remus would fight tooth and nail to make sure Logan never doubts his worth, never feels unloved. Remus knows well enough how that feels to not wish it on anyone else.

 And he understood Logan, himself. He understood doing hard work and being unappreciated, unwanted, unneeded. He knew how hard it was to bottle that all up, to keep going despite it, to get up day after day when you had no one who cared.

 But they do. And Logan is here now. And Deceit will make sure he is happy and loved and needed and wanted and knows it, no matter what. No matter what Logan does or doesn’t become. He can imagine, what it will be. But he won’t worry now, not when Logan is smiling and happy and snuggling back against his chest, Remus snuggling tight on his other side. He embraces his two boys, gently wiping the tears away from Logan’s face, the side already starting to drift back to sleep, Remus clinging to him, petting his hair as head slumps against Dee’s shoulder.

 “Poor baby, still exhausted. He really needs to eat something, next time he wakes. God knows when the last time he actually slept was.” Deceit murmured, continuing to stroke Logan’s cheek, sensing how badly he needed the contact.

 “He’s coming off it. I think he just needs to sleep off the last of it, and he’ll be alright. He’s already better, Dee. So much better.” Remus answers, and he knows that Remus isn’t just talking about Logan’s illness.

 “Yes. And we will make sure it only continues to get better from here.”

#sanders sides #logan sanders #logan angst #deceit sanders #remus sanders #emotional hurt/comfort #sickfic #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #protective dark sides #angst with a happy ending #pre dark side logan

[elyreywrites]

singing here’s to never growing up

more batkids shenanigans - this time inspired by a comment on a YouTube video of Avril Lavigne’s “My Happy Ending”. thank you so much to the Capes & Coffee Discord for brainstorming this fic with me, and helping me figure out ages! and an especially huge thank you to Bumpkin and Oceans on that server for being my betas for this fic!!

this fic is set in 2020. the character ages & years born are: Bruce: 37 - born 1983 Dick: 25 - born 1995 Jason: 20 - born 2000 Tim: 17 - born 2003 Damian: 11 - born 2009

title is from Avril Lavigne’s “Here’s to Never Growing Up”!

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Teen 1,276 words Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne & Bruce Wayne part of my batkids shenanigans series

Summary:

Dick is just trying to get in touch with his inner angsty teenage girl. He didn’t ask for an existential crisis. Tim is making him have one anyway.

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“…and it’s not like most plot-driven things – movies, books, shows, whatever – where the side stories might be briefly referenced but you don’t have to read them to understand what’s going on. The side games are absolutely crucial to understanding the plot.”

Jason snickered as Tim ranted about the Kingdom Hearts series. Sure, all Jason said was that he had only played the second game and was thinking about playing the first to understand the plot better, but that was ridiculous!

“If you play the first game and then go straight to the second, you’ll end up completely lost,” Tim huffed. “It starts with totally different characters and very little explanation of where they came from. That’s why you play ‘Days’ and ‘Re:Chain of Memories’—”

“Shhh,” Jason hissed, covering Tim’s mouth. “Do you hear Avril Lavigne?”

Tim paused just before he bit Jason’s hand and listened. Down the hall, he could faintly hear music.

“’All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending.’” Okay, that was definitely Avril Lavigne. With a tilt of his head, Tim gestured for them to investigate.

Down the hall, one of the lesser used sitting rooms had its door cracked open as the music spilled from inside. Tim slowly pushed the door open more and poked his head in. From the line of heat along his back, he knew Jason was leaning over him. That, and the chin that rested on his head because Jason was an asshole that took every opportunity to remind Tim that he’s shorter.

Tim blinked. Above him, Jason turned a near-silent snicker into a cough. Laying upside-down on the couch – feet dangling over the back and hair brushing the floor – was Dick, lip-syncing the words as dramatically as possible without changing position.

“Dick? What are you doing?” Tim asked, giving up the pretense of being sneaky and just walking in. The quiet curse behind him told him that Jason hadn’t been prepared to suddenly lose his support.

Either their older brother knew they were there or he was too good to visibly startle – each as equally likely – but it meant that Dick didn’t jump or even bother looking at them. “I’m getting in touch with my inner angsty teenage girl,” he explained.

Jason sprawled on the other end of the couch, leaving Tim to sit on the coffee table. “Any particular reason, Dickiebird?”

Dick spread his hands in an approximation of a shrug. “It be like that sometimes.”

Here’s the thing: Tim had gone through a bit of a phase years ago, and during that phase he was curious about when Avril Lavigne’s songs were released – he was a weird kid, okay? He never expected that information to come in handy, but it was his job as a little brother to torment his siblings. “Hey Dick,” Tim grinned, “guess how old I was when this song came out?”

“Why?” Dick asked, already sounding suspicious.

“I was about a year old, depending on the month,” Tim told him cheerfully.

“Nooo,” Dick whined, “Tim, why? Oh my god, you were a baby! And now you’re a teenager that’s nearly an adult and I’m old!”

“I was twenty-one,” Bruce scoffed, leaning against the doorway and drawing everyone’s attention. “I’m thirty-seven now. Please Dick, tell me about being old.”

“You don’t understand, B! At least you were already an adult, and now you’re just a more adult-adult. Tim was a tiny little baby and now he’s practically all grown up! I was a kid, and now I’m an actual adult! With a job! I’m having a crisis right now!”

Tim hummed. “Then I probably shouldn’t mention that her song ‘Sk8er Boi’ is older than I am.”

Dick wailed as Jason started howling with laughter so much that he grabbed his ribs.

“Tim! Why would you say that?!”

Damian walked in right then, scowling. “What idiotic nonsense is Drake spewing now that has you in a fit, Grayson?” Before anyone could answer, his brows furrowed and he added, “And why are all of you listening to such old music?”

That set Jason off again and Tim joined in. Their combined laughter wasn’t nearly enough to drown out Dick’s small, quiet sob as he slid off the couch to be a human puddle of existential crisis on the floor. “Babies,” he whispered. “I’m surrounded by babies. All of you are children. Oh my god.”

“Hey! I’m not a fuckin’ child, I’m twenty goddamn years old!” Jason argued.

Dick shrieked, “You can’t even legally drink!”

“Did you know you’re older than Google by three years, Dick?” Tim said. Dick whimpered.

Rolling his eyes, Bruce lightly cuffed Tim on the back of the head. “Give him a break, kiddo.”

“I have yet to have an answer as to why you all are listening to this infernal racket,” Damian demanded.

Within a couple seconds, Jason went from wheezing for air to completely solemn as he looked at Damian. “Sometime, kid, you just fuckin’ need to get in touch with your inner angsty teenage girl, and Avril Lavigne is the shit for that.” His faux-serious expression shattered with a smirk as he tacked on, “Also, I’m pretty sure Jon’s got this album.”

Damian scoffed and stormed out, muttering about being surrounded by idiots – Dick must have shown him Lion King then – and Tim snickered again. On the floor, Dick was still muttering and moaning about children and babies and “I’m so old, I’m like the Crypt Keeper”.

Tim bit his lip to stop himself from telling Dick that Freaky Friday – which was already apparently a remake – came out about a month after he was born. That could be saved for the next time Dick had a crisis about his age.

- - -

Two weeks later, Tim stopped halfway through ranting at Dick for only playing the main titles of Kingdom Hearts to stare down the hall. Much like the last time he was on a tangent about the game series, he could hear Avril Lavigne playing from somewhere. Except the only rooms down that hall were their bedrooms, and Jason and Dick stood on either side of him. The three glanced at each other, and Dick immediately grinned and bounced down the hall. Jason was smirking as he followed, and Tim trailed after hoping this wouldn’t end with Damian trying to stab him again.

Dick burst in as soon as he reached Damian’s room, where the music was definitely blaring from behind the door. “Dami, you’re listening to Avril Lavigne!”

When Tim peaked in, Damian was face-planted on his bed with his face towards the foot of the bed.

“I do not wish to talk about it,” he snapped, muffled as it was.

“Aw,” Dick pouted, “do you want a hug?”

Snarling, Damian lifted his head up enough to glare at all three of them. “I would prefer for you to leave my room at once!”

“Alright Dickie,” Jason said, grabbing and hauling Dick out, “leave the brat to fuckin’ wallow in his anti-social, pre-teen angst. Sometimes you just need to angst it out alone, as you damn well know.”

“Aren’t you the literature nerd? I mean, really, Little Wing, ‘angst it out’?” Dick snarked.

Tim pulled Damian’s door closed and followed after. “Hey, language is fluid and always changing,” he added.

Gesturing at him for emphasis, Jason declared, “Fuckin’ exactly! All words were made up at some point, and English is already a fucking mess of words from different languages smashed together! And at least a shit ton of the rules have exceptions!”

Tim nodded, “Like the ‘I before E except after C’ rule.”

“Here we go again,” Dick muttered.

“You fuckin’ started it!”

#batfam #batfamily shenanigans #batkids shenanigans series #fanfiction #crack fic #elyrey writes things #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #damian wayne #dcu #batman #red robin #red hood #nightwing #robin #avril lavigne songs referenced #tim drake is a little shit

[sevenincubistolemyheart]

I saw you call yourself a teen wolf slut so with that in mind who is your favorite/least favorite teen wolf character and why👀😏

Gasp!

You...ooh this is so hard!!

Teen Wolf is actually my favorite show of all time so...I can't help myself I'm doing top 3 favorites and top 3 least IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER i can't choose between my 3 loves-

Okay, here we go! Hope this is to your liking anon!

Favorites:

Stiles Stillinski(but especially Void):

Ohhh Stiles. Dylan O'Brien is still my favorite actor of all time to this day for this role. The one actor I follow and watch every movie he's in. What a genius. I'm serious.

His body language? Spot on. Expressions? Memorable as heck. Line delivery? Amazing. Acting ability? Astronomical.

Normal Stiles already had such a fucking RANGE; from sarcastic and funny to depressed to excitable to hateful. Ugh. Brilliant. And then Void came in and it was like something in him literally snapped. I've still never seen anything like it. He looks so...so at home in his role as Void. Part of what makes him unnerving as shit in my opinion.

Truly masterful.

...and yet another one to owe my fear kink to after Scream and Billy Loomis. Blame him for Void being in Tainting Purity. Important to note that although his name is Void and he uses Dylan O'Brien as a face claim he actually isn't the one from the show. He's still his own character. I just...had to use Dylan because he was so perfect. 😅

Allison Argent:

I made the tough decision to replace Aidens spot on this list with my girl. She's...so me it hurts. Her monologue about not wanting to weak is still something I'll go watch when I feel lost. All the female characters of this show helped shape a lil piece of who I am but she had the biggest relatability at first and damn did it stick. Right to the very end. 😭

Issac Lahey:

So...Issac was a BIG self comfort for me. Nearly every character in this show can and is that for me but him especially shhh. Isaac's story deeply touched me with his father. I went through some stuff as you guys may have seen earlier today although not physical or half as intense as Issacs. It still served as this reminder that I wasn't alone.

And seeing him develop connections, slowly open up, fight through his trauma to create HIS family?

Damn. That shit got me.

Also; I may have been desperate to be ler'd and/or absolutely reamed by him and Aiden since that one scene in the track field. Curse my love of Bully/Bullied but sign me tf up- give me a protective, friend Issac which Aiden picks up on and then wants her for himself. Competition endues until eventual threesome at Readers behest.

Least Favorite(This kinda turned into a second fave list whoops-)

Little note that I find something to like in nearly every character so even the people here have good in some regard!

Gerard:

Ah Gerard. There from the beginning there to the end. What a crafty son of a gun...lucky for us Scott was craftier and had his friends to back him up hn?

His first use with the Kanima was probably my favorite but he was just...so evil ugh. And not in the good way. It was between him and Monroe and he won out since he was around so much longer.

Peter:

...Peter is that guy everyone hates to love but does anyway XD. His dry sarcasm and banter with Stiles are iconic- BUT his morals are grey as shitttttt. And he's selfish as Hell. Which I mean, fair. But still.

Theo:

Okay I needed to get my evil sadist baby on the list somehow okay-!? I fear him and I love that he makes me scared and feeds my filthy fear kink gonna be honest. Was in love from the very first twist scene with his "parents". Need to be wrecked by him and Void yesterday!

...maybe I have a lil bit of a villain threesome need with this show whoops 🤷‍♀️

Honorable mention to Ducalion because Gideon Emery is another fave of mine(him, Cody(Theo) and Tyler(Derek) actually just worked together on FF7 remake fun fact. I screamed and was so proud they all killed it!) And his ark was AMAZING. That ending with Scott? PLEASE.

Same to Ethan, and more begrudgingly Jackson. Didn't really earn it thanks to the lack of screen time but I'll give it to 'im cause of Ethan and that iconic scene from the last season as well as their chemistry.

Let's see...oh Derek and Lydia of course. Scott as well as Melissa. Gods, Chris too...too many good characters like I said 🤣.

...Also Danny. My baby boy deserved better. Much as I loved my 2nd gay baby Corey Danny was the OG and we never got any explanation for why he knew about supes. I headcanon that he's a Seer personally!

Okay this got super long! Hope you like it dear anon like I said it's my fave show so fee free to ask anything you like! I have tons of fandoms guys so chat me up about Miraculous Ladybug, Undertale, Xenoblade Chronicles 1 and 2(haven't finished 1 yet but have 2), Scream(horror in general), and Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts and Zelda games! Oh and The World Ends With You of course!

Okay have a great day y'all gonna doze but I'll answer everything when I'm back up at 7!

I'm looking forward to lots of asks hopefully~

#sheridan summarizes #sismh: asks #sismh: anon #positivity

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 54 full draft... yes, AO3 got it first

Cuddling Lance on the sofa, his husband had managed a few hours of fitful sleep. The storm outside had only gained in intensity, he’d jinxed things not long after settling Lance down in their bed, the storm had blown out the glass in one the cabin’s back windows. His husband had screamed, scratching at his arms as he dissolved into Spanish again. Keith was no expert on Spanish, nor did he need to be when Lance tried to escape up the bed begging Klearo to leave him alone. With the pain focused on his lower back, he’d come to the realisation that his husband was terrified that he’d be raped again. Whatever lingering arousal Keith had felt died on the spot. Lance hadn’t had a panic attack where he didn’t recognise him for so long that Keith initially made things worse as he tried to stop him from hurting himself further. Between the sex and mental exhaustion Lance passed out, hyperventilating from fear as he did and leaving Keith to reposition and remake their bed around him. Laying him down with his belly and head across his torso, all he could do then was wait for Lance to wake again. Curtis had come to explain the window incident, then Kosmo had teleported in, growling at his someday brother-in-law until he left. Now cuddled up on the sofa, Lance was quiet, barely saying anything more than Keith’s name or whimpering softly through each contraction. Across from the sat Shiro and Curtis, with Kosmo sprawled out in front of the extinguished fireplace. They’d lost TV reception, leaving them sitting in an uneasy silence with all eyes on Lance. Keith had no idea how to tell his husband that due to the storm it’d be next to impossible to leave, meaning if his labour continued at the rate it was, Lance would be giving birth here. With so much silence he was releasing that they hadn’t called Miriam to inform her that Lance was in labour. Shiro was relying on the internet to tell him how Lance’s labour was progressing, but that was hardly a medical professional, nor were there a lot of information on those of a male anatomy giving birth, let alone giving birth to twins in the middle of a storm while dealing with PTS and anxiety. Or a nice little online guide called “What to expect when your magical boyfriend goes into labour, and how to avoid being electrocuted on the off chance he loses control of his Altean magic”. Coran would have been the one to call in that circumstance... Both Shiro and Curtis seemed to be praying to be rescues, yet realistically, Keith felt they should be calling Lance’s obstetrician. Someone with actual knowledge on how to help his husband would be nice. Nicer than sitting here and foolishly waiting for a rescue that clearly wasn’t going to be in time. Clapping his hands, Shiro startled all of them. None more than Lance who tried to climb into his lap at the sound. Glaring at his brother, Shiro ducked his head sheepishly “Sorry. I didn’t think that one through. I was thinking getting up and doing something would be better than sitting here” Keith rolled his eyes. What were they going to do? There was nothing to do. For a man who preached “patience yields focus”, Shiro seemed to have wasted all his patience coming up with a whole lot of nothing “I don’t think Lance is up for doing anything right now” His husband really wasn’t. He’d slipped into the mindset that his actions would lead to punishment. Instead of seeing doing something as a way to distract from the monotony of waiting to be “rescued”, Lance was more likely to become paranoid to the point of a panic attack with his actions being watched “That’s why he needs a distraction. We could all use a distraction. Lance, buddy, do you think you can get up for me?” Lance whined softly, raising his head to search Keith’s face with his confused blue eyes “You don’t have to. Not if you’re not up to it. Don’t force yourself, babe” “Cuddles?” “You’re already having all the cuddles I can give you right now” Lance gave a small shake of his head, he opened his mouth then blushed softly as he closed it again. His expression falling as he found he couldn’t find the right words for what he wanted “Do you want to try standing with me holding you?” Sparking slightly, his husband’s lips turned up in the corners to form a pained smile. Keith wasn’t super at guessing games, but he was quietly proud of himself for figuring out the words Lance couldn’t find “Do you want me to hold you like before? Before your water broke?” Nodding, he was rewarded with more of a true smile. His heart missing a beat as if he hadn’t seen Lance smiling just for him before “Alright, baby. I’ll follow your lead. If it hurts too much, or the pressure is uncomfortable, you just let me know and we can sit down again. Anything you need” “... you...” Softly mumbling, Lance seemed surprised to hear his own voice. His husband probably thinking it, and expecting his thoughts to slip through unfiltered. Keith couldn’t help but nuzzle into his cheek, so fucking proud of the man he was lucky enough to call his husband. * Dancing to a silent song, Lance kept his face against Keith’s shoulder as the need to push started to flood his secondary instincts. They’d been swaying softly, with Shiro and Curtis keeping their distance as they did. To Keith this might not have been dancing, but Lance felt like the luckiest man in the world to have him by his side. He knew from the scratches on his arms that he’d blanked something out, that the way his head was racing but his tongue felt heavy. Words seemed to come to him as naturally as dragging a boulder back up a hill did, irritating his emotional state and leaving him feeling like a failure for not being able to articulate how messed up he felt. “Red” was the only possible way to describe it all, yet to tell Keith “red” ran the risk of confusing Keith or driving him away, when that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to stay with his face buried in Keith’s scent forever. Everything was so quiznakking scary, but not Keith. Keith still smelt of bonfires and rich earth. There was panic, just as there was fear, in his husband’s scent, yet through it all Keith had shoved it aside to be what he needed right now, even when Lance didn’t know what that was. Feeling a second contraction roll through barely a few minutes after the last one, he clutched his belly. He couldn’t stop his labour. Squeezing his legs together and praying to God hadn’t slowed things down either. His body was telling him to push, but he was too fucking scared to. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do any of this. Whatever they’d been thinking, they’d been wrong. He wasn’t strong enough to be a father. He wasn’t strong enough to be strong like his Mami through labour. He wanted to go home. He wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t here at this moment in moment in time. The growing pressure of his son’s head was worse than he’d thought it would ever be. He could handle being shot, stabbed, drugged to the gills and any other number of things, but after close to 20 hours of what he now knew to be labour pains, he was exhausted with the worst still to come. They weren’t medical experts. They didn’t know what they were doing. All of this was as wrong as his body was. Nuzzling his hair, Keith kept the same calm tone that seemed to be frustratingly comforting. He hated seeing Keith panicked or crying, but a little bit of fear out of sympathy would have been nice “Breathe, Lance. Keep breathing for me, babe” “Ngh...” What kind of a noise was that? Why couldn’t he do the words? “You’re ok. You’re ok. You’re doing so good for me. Just focus on me...” “Pu-d-sh...” That was closer, even with the groan of pain in the middle he’d gotten the important letters out. Keith froze, then promptly grabbed him by the shoulder, scaring him as he shook him hard “Oh fuck!... I mean... ok... don’t push yet. Shiro! Shiro, it’s time! Shhh... ok... fuck... I’m sorry for yelling... don’t push...” Knowing he shouldn’t be scared of Shiro didn’t fix things. The moment Shiro came to Keith’s side, he instinctively drew away with a growl at the unwanted scent. Shiro wasn’t his husband. He didn’t want him close to him or the twins, nor was he ok with the man placing his hand on Keith. Baring his teeth his fingers tingled, the sensation cut off by another quizakking contraction “Lance, what do you mean you need to push? Do you feel it?” Nodding, he wanted the pressure between his legs to end “Are you sure?” Keith growled at Shiro, Lance momentarily pleased that he wasn’t the only one finding Shiro annoyingly dumb “He’s sure. Fuck. This is why I wanted you to call for help sooner. His mother doesn’t know. We don’t know what the fuck we’re doing. You didn’t call his obstetrician. You didn’t call anyone!” Shiro removed his hand from Keith’s shoulder, coughing into his balled fist “We lost comms...” “You did what?! And you didn’t think to tell us!?!” “Because it didn’t change anything!” “It changes everything! I could have... I could taken Kosmo... we could have...” Whimpering at Keith’s anger, his husband softened immediately “... fuck, I’m sorry. I know... Ok. Shit... fuck... I guess we’re doing this... don’t push yet... fuck I didn’t want to do this here” Keith threw a glare over his shoulder at Shiro. Stepping forward, Curtis was left to take control of things and proving he was the most adult of them all. “Now isn’t the time for this. We’re all panicked and we’re all scared, but for the sake of the twins and for the sake of Lance’s life we have to work together. Shiro, we need warm water and towels. We’ll need a knife to cut the cords, find the sharpest and cleanest. Keith, get him to your bed and get him settled down. Check how dilated he is. Lance, I know you don’t want us to see or touch you, but we need to help you right now. It’s very important you don’t push too soon. Do you understand me? Wait until Keith has examined you or you could do permanent damage to yourself and your boys” Lance’s heart gave a funny beat. He didn’t care what happened to him right now. Keith’s boys had to be ok. He couldn’t let his husband down there. Keith had given up so many things for him, had done so many things for him... Everything he had he’d left for his husband, but without their boys... Keith... He had to do everything for them and for his husband. Nodding, he let his husband rearrange them so he could support him through to their room, each step moving the solid mass pressing down, sending indecipherable sensations through his midsection then slowly up to his sludgy brain. The living area was too big, the space too open. So open that it felt like the walls were only expanding further away. There was too much space around him that he couldn’t monitor, not with the doors, the windows, the corridor and fireplace. He felt too exposed, and already knew he couldn’t give birth there... he needed their room. He needed the four solid walls with only two entry points. He needed his bed, their bed, their blankets smothered in Keith’s scent... Dios... Dios this was happening... he could feel their sons head... he could feel it... * Removing the previous blue and red blanket from their bed, Keith laid out the bathrobe that Lance had been wearing under his arse. His husband’s was trying to close his legs, one had attempting to cover his junk while his other covered his face as he cried softly. Naked from head to toe, his husband was beautiful amidst the small army of pillows and cushions propping up. Keith was hesitant to cover him, but they needed to calm him back down if they wanted the birth to go as smoothly as possible. With all their blankets and sheets already on their bed, the only thing he had to cover his husband with was a damp towel. It wasn’t like Lance needed to be naked, but in the movies the mother was always wearing a hospital gown that’d slipped down off her shoulder as she cried and cradled her baby. They didn’t have a hospital gown. They didn’t have the damn hospital that they needed. Below him, Lance clutched his stomach as he brought his legs up, Keith realising his husband was trying to push. Grabbing his hand, he squeezed firmly he shook his head “Babe, you can’t push yet. Not yet... I’m sorry... I’m sorry...” “Hurrrdts...” “I know. I know... Shiro‘ll be here soon” “Nuoooo... don’ let... thiuch” The slurring of Lance’s words were concerning. Lance was far too sleepy to make real words, but the slurring was giving him a horrible feeling he didn’t need right now. Kissing his already damp forehead, Lance continued to ignore him as he chased the feeling of needing to push, his whole body as tense as the grip on his hand “I’m here. I’m here, focus on me” “Feeld it...” “Ok. Ok, babe. On the next contraction, I need you to let it pass. I need to check between your legs” Lance moaned at his suggestion, shaking his head and squeezing his legs together harder “Shhh. Just me. Before the others come in. I need to make sure you’re ok, babe. Just me...” Lance let out pained moan, whatever was happening was happening soon, whether he liked it or not “Jusdt you” “Yeah, baby. You’re doing so good. I’m going to take a look now” Keith wished he hadn’t looked the moment he did. Fine fissures had started forming where his husband had begun trying to push. Blood and fluid dribbling down onto the robe below. His husband’s opening pulsing against the solid form causing the muscle to bulge slightly outward. Their son was definitely coming. Coming into the room behind him, Lance muffled a scream as he slammed his legs closed. Rubbing his hands up and down Lance’s inner thighs, his muscles jumped beneath his touch “How’s he progressing?” “Uh... he wants to push... I don’t know, Shiro...” Lance would only panic to know he was bleeding... was he supposed to be bleeding? Surely there was blood involved in birth... but movies didn’t show you that bit. There was always a nice scene above the blanket so you never had to see what happened down below “We’ve got towels and water. I’ll take over. You keep him calm” “He doesn’t want anyone looking between his legs” “Keith, that’s the least of his worries right now” Lance wasn’t thinking straight. Shiro had a much larger form than him. When Curtis bustled past his boyfriend, Lance started trying to escape up the bed again, the weather not helping as the thunder let out a deafening boom. Snarling, Keith’s eyes yellowed as his teeth grew sharp “Get out the way, you’re scaring him!” Placing the bowl of water down on edge of the bedside table, Curtis swept the contents down to the floor before pushing the bowl up and taking the pile of towels off his shoulder. With far too much calm, the man sat next to Lance, moving with deliberately careful actions. First placing a large thick towel over his knees, then the rest beside his hip “Lance, I know you’re scared. It’s Curtis. I’m going to take your hand now...” Lance let out a sob as Curtis did as he said he would. Interlacing their fingers, he continued to keep eye contact “Shiro, come take his other hand. Keith, how long has been this scared?” Keith didn’t want to upset Lance further, but neither man seemed to understand that touch wasn’t welcomed “He thinks Klearo’s going to drag him off to... to do that to him. He was begging not be touched. He barely allowed me between his legs, then you two hulking morons showed up and scared the fuck out of him all over again. He’s still recovering from his last panic attack... and he’s fucking bleeding. And I don’t know what to do except sit here between his legs because he doesn’t want anyone looking at him down there” Kneeling on the bed behind him, Shiro wrapped his arms around him “He’s going to be alright. He’s strong. He’s strong and he’s going to make it through this labour, and all this is going to fade away when you’re holding your sons for the first time. I know you want to respect him, but the best thing you can do for him is hold his hand and reassure him. Keep his attention on you, and help keep him calm” Keith hadn’t realised he’d started crying, overwhelmed by everything going wrong at the moment it needed to be going right. He felt sick to his stomach as well as elated to soon be meeting their boys... The real problem lay with him not being sure he could watch Lance go through this. Watching his husband hurt was to feel a thousand tiny needles digging into his heart, and this birth... he knew for a fact it’d hurt. Lance might not survive the current conditions... they’d come so far... it couldn’t end like this “I’m scared” The words were mumbled, his scent so full of fear he wasn’t sure how Shiro was stomaching the smell “I’m going to do absolutely everything I can for him. While I’m doing this, you need to hold his hand. Tell him how much you love him, keep him focused on something other than the pain. I need you to move for his sake” “What if he...” “He’s strong. You’re both strong. I’m so very proud of the both of you. No matter what happens that will never change” Lance let out a long whine, Curtis hissing as his hand was squeezed “Go to him” * Lance’s labour continued the way it had for another half an hour, each molecule of him demanding to push, the pressure between his legs continuing to grow. Nuzzling his forehead, Keith pressed kisses to the spot he nuzzled, encouraging him to let it all out, yet with Shiro between his legs, all Lance felt was embarrassment, though that was quickly passing with the need to push. Digging his heels into the blankets, his legs slipped again, leaving him unable to find purchase as he tried to bare down. They didn’t want him to push, but they had no idea how badly he needed to. He could feel their son. He could feel their baby laying low and pushing against his prostate leaving his limp dick dribbling cum from the over sensitivity. Why wouldn’t they let him push? Why didn’t they understand? He had to... he had to get him out... before he died from the pressure. Feeling another contraction tearing through his throbbing pelvis, he couldn’t not push. Screaming, he bore down with everything he had, feeling his son pushing against his tearing arse. Between his thighs Shiro rubbed up down the soft skin. He wanted to kick him the face for touching him, and would have if he hadn’t felt his son finally breaching his opening. Falling back against the pillows, he gasped for breath. That people could do this without drugs was some kind of miracle. Panting, he shook his head as something rough pushed near his lips, his glassy eyes seeing Curtis wiping at his face with the corner of a towel. He felt as if he’d missed something, and someone had drained out at least a dozen more pushes worth of energy. Concern is as written all over his friends expression, he wanted to reassure him, but when the next contraction hit, he found himself screaming again, all at once that build of initial pressure lessening, something thicker and wider straining between his legs as something gushed “The head is out! He’s... Lance, Lance catch your breath for me... it’s only going to get worse as the shoulders pass” Stroking his hair, Keith kissed him again “You’re doing so good for me, baby” Growling, he wasn’t happy. His words panted from pain. It was amazing how feeling like being torn in two could focus his mind and tongue enough to articulate exactly what he wanted to say “I... hope your goddamn dick falls off... Ughnghnnnnnnn!” Arching awkwardly sideways, whatever was trying to come out felt stuck... falling back, he already felt drained completely “That’s it, let it build up again” “Fucking build you up again... Fuuuuuuck!” He was definitely tearing, wetness had soaked his arse and up his back. He wanted his Mami “That’s it, Lance! I want you to push with everything you have on the next big contraction” No. He’d obviously been half-arsing it the whole time! Trying to push down, his foot slipped a sob escaping as he shook his head “Fuu-uh... I can’t... I can’t... I can’t...” He wanted to go home and try again at a later date... anything to stop the pain “Curtis, Keith, lift his legs. He can’t get a grip to push...” Grabbed and pulled slightly down the bed, Keith and Curtis pushed against his legs as he wailed, his son’s shoulders sliding millimetre by millimetre. He seemed to have been pushing even longer in this position. The pressure threatening to kill him turned to perhaps delirium as something was turned between his legs by Shiro’s wet hands, pushing without prompting, all he wanted to do was see his baby boy now... Lowering his legs, Lance peered up as Keith rubbed down his cramping calf. Everything below his waist felt like jelly. Painful jelly that’s been through a meat grinder “He’s here... oh god... he’s so slimy...” Of course he was slimy! He was covered in birth! Oh, babe... Oh... wow...” Choking on a sob, he then sniffled out “Give... give me... my baby... want my baby...” On his left Curtis moved, releasing his hand as Shiro leaned over him, supporting his son’s head. No wonder Keith was gushing. They’d made this whole little person “He’s here... oh, Lance... He’s beautiful. Congratulations, you two”” Laying the newborn on the towel on his chest, Lance nearly went cross eyed as he gazed his son. He was slimy, gross, wrinkly and covered in birth, but absolutely gorgeous. Letting out an unhappy cry, Lance started laughing as he whimpered, the sound twisted but he was so incredibly in awe of the warm little boy on his chest, his free left pointer finger in his son’s hand, tiny fingers too small to be real wrapped loosely around it. He was incredible. He’d never... He’d kill anyone who hurt his precious boy... Dios... he loved him with everything he had “My Laith... my little lion...” Kissing his hair, Curtis started to wipe his son’s face with the very edge of a damp towel. Between his legs Lance could still feel his body trying to push everything inside of him out. His heart was racing, his head and throat hurt, he felt kind of nauseated, and he couldn’t be prouder... Softly Keith asked “Laith?” He hadn’t told Keith the name he’d chosen. His husband tilting his head slightly as he summoned up his courage to reach out and rest his hand on their little boy’s back. His little lion. His brave little boy for which nothing wouldn’t be possible “Mmm, Laith... His name is Laith... my little lion. Is that ok?” Lance’s eyes stayed on their son, Keith’s hand seemed so large against their son. His hands were the hands of a man who’d fought for absolutely everything in his life. They could take a life in a matter of moments, yet Lance was certain he’d never been so gentle with his touch as he was now “Laith... It’s weird, but I like it. It’s better than Yorak... I can’t believe how small he is. Do we cut the cord? Have you cut the cord? I don’t know what to do” Shiro laughed at his little brother, Keith huffing without bite too proud of his new son “Well, Daddy Keith. I’ve tied it off, ready for when you are” “Let’s never call me “Daddy Keith” again... babe?” Giving Keith a tired smile, Lance nodded. He wanted to nap for a year after Laith, he hadn’t even pushed the other one out yet “Go on... You deserve it... I feel like I spent the last hour crushing your hand” Shiro wiped at his brow, Curtis had tied the cord off at some point, most probably when Lance’s attention was on Keith, or Laith, not that he had much attention left “You were pushing for the best part of an hour, I was afraid when his shoulder seemed to get stuck that we were in trouble. You did a good job, Lance. Keith, if you’d like to do the honours” Watching Keith cut the cord was something that Lance prayed he’d never forget, his husband hesitant as the blade sliced through, then swayed for a moment before looking impossibly prouder. With his contractions still continuing, his son was lifted off of him by Shiro, Lance whining at the action. He wanted his boy... he wanted to hold him close and never let him go, though he knew it’d be better to clean him before the birth dried to his delicate skin “Keith, why don’t you keep an eye on things while we clean Laith up. According to website it can take half an hour for his brother to be born” Lance wasn’t so sure about that. Not when he could feel their second son moving slowly downwards. Pulling himself together, his husband kissed his dry lips, his hand brushing back the hair stuck to Lance’s forehead “I’m so fucking proud of you... I love you. I love you so fucking much...” “Mmm... ‘ love you, too...” Laith’s brother didn’t get the message to wait. Clutching the sheets in agony as his son pushed against his torn and bleeding opening, Lance tasted blood as he pushed down “Shiro!” Yelling his brother’s name, Shiro looked to Keith from where he and Curtis were fussing over Laith “What’s wrong?” “I think... god... he’s bleeding so much... babe, babe stay with me...” Shaking his head, his eyes nearly rolled back as his son’s head slowly began to breach him. Curtis rushed to his side, taking his hand as Lance screamed through his contraction. Shiro strode to the side of the bed, half kneeling as he offered Keith his first born “Keith, take Laith” “No! No... no... please...” Objecting, he knew his husband was forced into a situation he didn’t want to be in, but he was scared not to have someone there. Scared his son wouldn’t be born properly if he wasn’t being watched. Cupping his chin, Curtis forced him to look up at him “Lance, keep breathing. Stay focused on me... when you feel that next big contraction, I want you to push” “Hurts...” “I know. I know, but you’ve done all the hard work. Just a little bit more...” “I’m sleepy...” The three of them shouted “no” at him at the same time, Curtis hushing him as he whimpered “You can sleep after this. I promise. I’ll buy you anything you want, you just need to be stronger a little longer” Lance was sure even if he passed out, his baby would still be born without him pushing... but he didn’t want to miss meeting him “It’s... so hard” “You’re doing so well... now, you’ve this. You can do this. I believe in you” * There was so much blood. Keith grateful that the storm outside left the night pitch black, the light in the room seemed swallowed by the shadows. Lance was torn, badly torn down his taint and in small fissures across his opening. The half-Galra felt sick from the levels of pain his husband must be in. That Lance had birthed Laith was incredible. His son was so much tinier than Korra had been when he’d met her. He didn’t know they came that small... Sucking in a breath, Lance sobbed as he bore down, Keith nearly fainting as he watched his son’s head slowly push Lance further open until his husband fell back against the blankets, the fear turning to excitement as he realised that their son was actually coming out of his husband... their son... their second son was nearly here... “That’s it, babe! One more big push for me...!” Huffing through his breathing, Lance gathered his strength, feet slipping slightly as he stretched further “That’s it, babe! That’s it! Come on, Lance!” Howling, their son’s head finally passed through Lance’s opening “His head‘s clear! Babe, babe, see...” Reaching over, he pulled Lance’s hand away from the blankets he was clutching, placing it down between Lance’s legs. His husband was fading fast, he needed to birth their son as soon as possible. Placing his fingers against their boy’s head, Lance’s tired eyes widened “My... baby...” Keith nodded quickly, he needed to sound encouraging. He needed to keep Lance awake and focused. He’d lost so much blood... beneath him looked like a crime scene “See, babe. You’ve got this. He’s nearly here” “My baby...” “Yeah, babe. Come on. I need you to push for me. You can do it, I know you can do it!” Lance grabbed his hand, Keith interlacing their fingers to their hands were palm to palm. Catching his breath, Lance pushed against his palm as Keith pushed back, his husband letting out a strangled cry as he pushed hard. Unlike his big brother, their son’s shoulders slid through in the one push. In his hurry Keith let go of Lance’s hand, taking their son into his hold as he slid forward, he hadn’t expected him to pretty much slide from his husband the way he did. Keith finding his hands filled with his son, an amazed cry escaping his lips, he wasn’t able to keep his eyes off him. Leaning over, Shiro wiped at the little boys face, breaking the spell. Exhausted, Lance was staring down at him with a wet face “He’s perfect...” “Lance still needs to deliver the placenta. Curtis, you take Laith, Keith, why don’t you introduce Lance to your second baby boy” “Cord?” Shiro snorted softly “Let your husband meet your son” With goopy hands, Keith crawled up this bed on his knees, placing their little boy on his husband’s chest. Lance looked beautiful. Sweaty, exhausted, bloody and so fucking beautiful. Kissing his husband’s lips, he didn’t know he could be this quiznakking happy. Preoccupied, Curtis laid a swaddled Laith against Lance’s side. Curtis taking up cleaning their boys face. Keith wasn’t sure what the deal with wiping his nose off was, but he’d done the same thing with Laith “Is he...?” Keith was instantly worried he’d done something wrong “He’s breathing. You need to clear the nose and mouth so he can” Ohhh. That made sense. Sighing at him, Lance licked his lips, voice raspy as he then asked “Name?” “Hunter. His name’s Hunter” “Hun... ter?” It was Keith’s turn to look flushed. He wasn’t great at names. He’d had so many ideas in his head, yet all of them were wrong... but “Hunter”... That was all Lance’s fault “Yeah, baby. You know... You’re our sharp shooter... and I’m “samurai”... now we’ve got our little lion cub... and Hunter... After all, I hunted you down and finally made you mine” Lance let out a sleepy kind of snort, his lover had to be more asleep than awake at that stage “Hunter... I like it... our little lion Laith and our little Hunter” “Yeah, babe. You did so good” Clearing his throat, Shiro interrupted them “Would you like to cut the second cord?” Lance said everything in the look he gave him, Keith nodding “We want you two to. They’re your God sons... You guys... are our family...” “Lance?” Lance nodded at Shiro. Keith settling down beside his husband, not caring about how weird his fingers felt now they were drying. None of that mattered to him in the slightest. His heart was pounding, his secondary instincts pushing their own pride into his mind, and despite not doing any actual work, Keith felt exhausted to his bones. As Shiro held Hunter, Curtis cut through the cord, both extremely proud uncles, while Keith was simply glad he couldn’t see what the cord was connected to. Sharing a moment, Curtis kissed Shiro’s cheek, instantly smitten by both baby boys. As Curtis took Hunter, Shiro grabbed the last two spare towels, immediately moving back between Lance’s legs. His husband immediately growing distressed as his shaking legs were spread further apart. Limply his husband tried to move his hand to Laith, but didn’t have the strength to. Kissing his hair, fear came waltzing back into heart, part of him thankful that Lance now seemed to out of it to question what was happening. “Shiro, how bad is it?” “He’s bleeding badly. I think he’s slipped into shock from the blood loss...” The feeling of elation Shiro and Curtis had to have felt as they cut the cord of their second God son had passed. Shiro tense as his hands continued to move between Lance’s legs “... Curtis, I need a clotting agent. Check the first aid kit, whatever you’ve got, bring it. See if you can reach the Garrison, tell them we have a life or death situation and need an urgent evac. We need to get this bleeding under control. Keith, make sure he doesn’t move. If he moves too much he’s going to bleed out from the tearing. We’re lucky he passed both the placentas, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a chance of tissue remaining. Give Hunter to Keith, I need that first aid kit” Snapping the last instruction at his boyfriend, Curtis did as directed, Hunter, like Laith, swaddled in a towel as he was placed in Keith’s lap, then he was gone from the room, running as he went. Hopelessness was kicking in. He’d seen how badly Lance had torn, and the sheer amount of blood had him woozy despite sitting. Slumped into his side, Lance was barely breathing. They had two perfect boys, but he couldn’t stop to enjoy that knowledge with Lance in such a dangerous condition. If his husband was to stop breathing... “Hey! Keep it together. He needs you to keep it together!” Keith jolted. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do... It showed in his watery eyes “Talk to him. Anything, try and keep him conscious” Shaking Lance’s shoulder, Lance groaned weakly at him. His husband deserved to rest, but Shiro said not to let him “I know, babe. I know, you did so good for me. I need you to stay awake, ok. I need you awake. Hunter and Laith need you to stay awake for them. Your baby boys. Think how proud Mami is going to be. They look like you. Like their daddy... I didn’t know how slimy they were going to be. You know, they don’t show that bit in the movie, when they’re all goopy. And they’re so tiny... they need their dad... we all need you...” Keith felt Lance trying to shift, not that he could, his husband weakly mumbling “... wanna... hold... my baby...” “They’re right here, Laith and Hunter are right here...” “My baby...” Laith was between the crook of Lance’s right arm and his chest, Hunter in his lap. Letting go of his husband, Keith moved their tiny boy up so Lance could see him. His husband smiling the tick he did “Baby...” “Hunter. He’s got your hair...” At least Keith thought he did. He was all wrinkly, but he had soft wispy hair with tiny little fingers. Their baby boy hadn’t opened his eyes yet, nor had he lodged a protest over being born like his big brother had “Hold him?” “We’ll hold him, together. Laith is sleeping by your side. He’s like his daddy, he’s grumpy when he’s sleepy” “‘m sleepy” “I know, babe. I know...” He’d been saying that a lot tonight. He didn’t know what else to say to reassure him other than agreeing “Where did you come up with Laith’s name? I haven’t heard it before” “Baby book...” “And here I thought I’d read that more than you” “Nooo...” “I’m back!” Curtis didn’t need the theatrics to announce his return. His hands full as he rushed over to Shiro, grabbing something he untangled it as he moved to the bed head “I found this in what Pidge and Coran left. Kosmo didn’t touch it, probably because it isn’t food. I didn’t think to check them before now” Keith could have kissed Coran right on the lips as Curtis set the IV line. Coran always fussed over Lance, considering his every possible need, their bond tighter than those of blood “Let me get this set up. I heard Shiro telling you to keep him conscious, I thought you should call your parents now that our comms are back up” Lance softy asked “Mami?” “Yeah, baby. We’re going to call Mami” “Want Mami...” “I know, sweetheart. You’ll see her as soon as the storm dies down” “Wanted her for weeks...” Fuck... if Lance had told him, Curtis could have picked her up. Keith knew he’d break the law for the pair of them, and there was enough space in front of the cabin to land a pod “Oh, baby... I know she’s wanted to see you too. She’s going to be so proud. Curtis is going to hold the comms so we can cuddled our boys, Little Hunter and Little Laith. You just have to stay awake for me a little longer” His husband whines at him softly, it really wasn’t fair that he wasn’t allowed to rest after the extraordinary effort birthing their boys had taken “I think I wet myself...” Lance mumbled sadly, Keith didn’t want to say he was pretty sure he had during labour too “That’s ok. We’ll get you all cleaned up while we’re talking to Mami” With an extra set of hands, Curtis moved Laith up onto Lance’s chest and placed his hand on their boys back. The cannula run into Lance’s hand rather than his elbow most probably so that he’d be able to cuddle this boys with the best of his current ability. Video calling Miriam, the Cuban woman was obviously in bed when her comms rang. Behind her Jorge was snoring soundly “Keith! What’s wrong?! It’s the middle of the night?” Smiling tiredly at Miriam, Keith could understand and sympathise over his mother-in-law’s worry “We have someone you need to meet” Curtis panned the comms down, Miriam letting out a soft gasp at the pair of them with their boys. From behind the comms Curtis supplied “Lance went into labour earlier today. We’re at the cabin, Shiro’s tending to him” “Oh, Mijos... oh, they’re so precious! Oh, Lance... Jorge, wake up! It’s Lance!” Keith let a soft laugh escape as Miriam elbows Jorge, Jorge letting out a loud snore before jolting “Who? What?” “Lance” The poor man had been sound asleep “Who?” “It’s your son, Lance! He’s given birth” Sitting up behind her, Jorge rubbed at his face, squinting at the screen. Keith hoped he was showing all right emotions and not making them worry any more than needed to be “What’s that?” “Your grandsons. Honestly, Lord give me strength. Keith, how is Lance? He looks exhausted” “He is. He wanted to see you. You’re... you’re the first person outside of the four of to see them... Um... This is Laith, and this one is Hunter... We couldn’t call earlier. The storm knocked our comms out... but... we’re taking care of Lance. Curtis set up an IV and Shiro is cleaning him up. Um... oh, Laith was born first... the Hunter, obviously, about...” Thankfully Shiro had some idea “Thirty five minutes by the time you delivered him. Sorry, Miriam, I’m taking care of Lance’s... uh...” “He’s cleaning Lance up still” Miriam’s eyes seemed to be more on the twins than Lance. Lance was smiling softly at his boys, a little cross eyed as he did “He gave birth at the cabin... How is that possible?” Keith didn’t want to scare her with the details “For a lack of a more decent term the same way he go pregnant” His mother-in-law winced, Jorge shifted uncomfortably when he must have figured out what that meant. The man looked ready to faint and he hadn’t even been there for birth “My poor sweet boy... Oh, my poor baby...” “‘m ok, Mami... wanted you to see them” “They’re beautiful, Mijo. How do you feel?” “Fucking sore” Miriam laughed, as did the three of them in the room. It was the loudest Lance had spoken since giving birth “I’m sure you are. Are they everything you thought they’d be?” “More... Mami... they’re so perfect” “They are, mijo. They are. Keith, how are you?” Why was she asking him that? “I’m fine?” “About your boys, my dear” Keith ducked his head. The twins. Right “They’re amazing... Lance was amazing... They, uh, don’t really show how squishy birth is...” Miriam covered her mouth as she laughed “No, they don’t. Have you tied and the cut the cords?” Keith beamed as his gaze landed on Laith. He needed more arms. He wanted to cuddle Lance, and their two boys all the same time “He cut Laith’s, then Shiro and I cut Hunter’s” “And Lance passed the placentas?” “He has! He’d badly torn... I’m just about to spray an antibiotic over the wounds, I’ve applied an anticoagulant, but he’s lost a lot of blood” Lance nearly jumped out his skin as Shiro sprayed between his legs, Keith cringing in sympathy, Miriam letting out a sympathetic hush as she fussed “I can only imagine. Oh, look at them, Jorge. Hunter and Laith... I need to write this down... Jorge, write this down. Our baby’s had his babies... No trouble with either of them?” Keith was mildly miffed that Miriam would insinuate that there was anything possibly wrong or troubling with their boys, scowling at the woman, he snuggled closer to his perfect little boys “Laith screamed after he was born. Hunter hasn’t...” Climbing out from between Lance’s legs, Shiro walked over to rinse his hands in the basin of water Curtis had brought in before the birth. Wrinkling his nose, his adoptive brother found the water dirtied “Keith, I think she wanted to know if there were any complications. There haven’t been, Miriam, not with the boys. We’ll be having Lance transferred to the Garrison’s infirmary centre once the storm lets up. Are you able to get lift over here, or should I send someone to pick you up?” “I’ll go, Taka. Once Lance is in their care, I’ll take a pod and pick Miriam up. Sorry, Miriam, Keith needs to tell Krolia now. I suppose I don’t need to ask you keep this a secret a little longer” “Gracious, Curtis. There’s no need to ask, my lips are sealed” Jorge chuckled, yeah... there was no way Miriam wouldn’t off this call then straight onto Marco, Veronica, Rachel and Luis “Mami... call Coran... wanna tell Coran to...” Miriam laughed, Lance hadn’t been supplying much to the conversation, but he was having his way no matter what he asked. His husband deserved it for giving his all “I’ll call him right away, sweetheart. Now you get you some rest. Oooooh! I can’t wait to meet them. Jorge, get up. We have to get ready...” Curtis hung up before Miriam finished bossing Jorge into action, Lance letting out a kind of breathy laugh before then yawning. Without the distraction of the call, Keith didn’t know what came next “Shiro, do you think we can get someone out today?” “Not tonight. Not until this storm lifts. I need a moment... I’ve done what I can. We don’t have anything overly suitable for the damage. What do you want to do with the after birth?” Wrinkling his nose, Keith didn’t want it... Did normal people not throw it out or burn it? Coming to his boyfriend’s side, Shiro sank into his offered embrace “We’ll wrap and freeze the placentas, that way Lance has the choice when he’s awake enough to be making choices. You’ve done everything you can for him, Taka... You did good tonight. Do you want me to come with you?” Shiro... fuck... he hadn’t thought of how this would affect his brother. He’d been so strong for it all, but he had to be scared for Lance. Exhausted over what had happened, and as emotionally drained as he was physically. That much blood had to bringing back all sorts of memories and emotions, that and his brother would feeling Lance’s pain, taking on the mantle of some burden he shouldn’t “You two go, I’m not going anywhere. Thank you... Thank you so much... I... we couldn’t have done this without you... I was scared out of my mind, but because of you... we have our beautiful boys” He wanted to throw his arms around his brother and never let him go. What Shiro had done for them. No, what Shiro and Curtis had done for the four of them, he had no words to express his gratitude. When Shiro opened his mouth, he was hushed by Curtis. Curtis got it. It wasn’t something that needed to be put into words. They all felt it, and now the worst had passed it was time to rest. If Shiro was leaving Lance’s side, it was finally safe for his husband to sleep, that didn’t mean his condition wouldn’t be closely monitored, nor that Lance or their twins would be neglected even for a tick. It was simply time to heal after the high risk situation that the birth had been. When Curtis and Shiro returned they both worked silently to clean everything up. The twins were removed from their holds so Keith could lift Lance while Curtis changed their the towel and sheets beneath him. The fact he was naked was nothing sexual to any of them. Lance was simply... simply a father who’d given birth. Their boys returned to him so both he and Shiro had free hands. Having taken a break and cleared their minds, Curtis took over the medical side of things once Lance was settled back down onto two folded bathrobes, and tucked safely up under his abuela’s red and blue blanket. Now knowing that they’d been left medical supplies, Curtis seemed at ease as he injected something into Lance’s IV line. Had his husband been awake, he would have objected. For his own sake he needed to remain calm, and dulled to the pain below his waist. Having forgot to call his mother, Keith pushed the responsibility onto Shiro. He didn’t feel up to talking to her, afraid he’d snap at her if she was to say the wrong thing by accident. Words weren’t his strength at the best of times, and though the birth of his boys might just the very best of times, it was best to play it safe. When Shiro got off the call, his brother sank down to sit next to him. His head dropping onto his shoulder, wet hair dripping down his shoulder and soaking into his shirt, at the two sleeping babes in his arms. He’d hoped to wash his hands, but that went out the window when his boys came back into his hold “You did good Keith” “Lance did good...” “No, I’m proud of you, kiddo. What’s it like being a father?” “I’m exhausted already?” Shiro kissed his shoulder as Curtis carefully settled himself down by Lance. The bed wasn’t made for the four of them, let alone the six “If they’re anything like their parents, there’ll be more than one sleepless night ahead for the both of you” “Don’t ruin it for me. They’re perfect” Tiny bowed lips. Tightly scrunched eyes. Thin almost non-existent hair. Chubby cheeks and puppy fat. It all came together to make something so incredibly precious that would some how grow to be a whole person of their own “They are. I never imagined you chose a name like “Hunter”” “Hunter” had been kicking around in the back of his mind. Naming his son was a huge deal. He didn’t want to pick the wrong name. He hadn’t been able to name Kosmo, despite the two years they’d spent together. To give something a name... He didn’t want to grow attach only to lose them. It hadn’t been his first choice. At first he’d wondered if he should name his baby boy “Yorak”, as his mother had wished to name him, but he wasn’t his mother. Naming their son after Shiro hadn’t felt right either. Shiro was Shiro. His son was free to be whoever he wanted to be. Then Lance had teased him, he’d called him “Samurai”. Naturally he wouldn’t name his son “Samurai” any more than he’d name him “Sharpshooter”, so when he'd tried to grasp the right name along those lines of familiar teasing, he’d been surprised that Hunter has stuck “I never imagined I would either. Lance wanted to meet our boys before we named them, then he went and blurted out “Laith”... He didn’t tell me. Did... is Hunter a good name?” “It’s a strong name. He’s strong like his daddies” “And Laith?” “There’s nothing wrong the names you both chose. We can take both you idiots out of space, but at the end of the day, you’re both idiots” Keith’s thin lips turned downwards at the edges “Does that mean we chose stupid names? I don’t want my son to have a stupid name” “Keith, you didn’t chose stupid names. You chose names that both had some level of nostalgic meaning for both of you. Coran may be slightly upset his name didn’t make the cut, but that’s between you guys and him. How could any one possibly be mad once they set eyes on your boys?” With everything that happened, Keith was too tired to pretend he could keep up. The half-Galra too full of pride over his sons to have an in-depth conversation. Perhaps Shiro sensed this “For now, we all need to get some rest. I’ll take first watch” “No. No, I want to watch him... I want to watch them... it feels so surreal as I’m waiting to wake up” “Remember that the first time you change a nappy. Wake me up in a couple of hours, or when the Garrison gets here. I know you want to protect them, but you’ll be no good to Lance if you don’t let yourself rest when you have the chance” Keith knew Shiro was right, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to let his brother sleep as long as possible. He was a father now, he had to step up and be everything that his small family needed, no matter how that may weigh on him. Smiling proudly at his sons, it finally felt like their family was going to be alright.

[canonicallyanxious]

druck handwriting tag

Thank you to @hjertetssunnegalskap1​ for the tag!! Pls excuse my chicken scratch!!! Also these pics are stupidly bad quality bc i took them on the bus rip sorry

like everyone I would tag this in has already been tagged lol but @arindwell​, @kapplebougher​, and anyone else who’s still into druck feel free to do this!

Transcript under the cut:

DRUCK HANDWRITING TAG

Name: Sarah [they/them]

Age: 22 years

URL: canonicallyanxious @ tumblr, canonlyanxious @ twitter, strangetowns @ ao3

Favorite season: I mean come on

Favorite characters: David Schreibner, Matteo Florenzi, Amira Mahmoud [lol]

Favorite quote: “I’m a boy; I just have to try a little harder.”

Favorite in-show joke: “shh my sister” “ShHh YoUr SiStEr”

Favorite fandom joke: “I don’t know if you know him” *insert meme song*

Why do you love DRUCK?: First of all from a remake perspective (I’m sorry, it is an adaptation so I kind of have to compare) it feels evident to me that they really made an effort to capture the core of what made the OG so special. Ofc it’s not perfect but the care they took with casting (eg - a hijabi Muslim for Amira; a trans man for David; people of the appropriate age), listening to feedback, doing their research, and striving to understand the point of original clips/storylines in order to make deep and substantial changes over superficial ones... All of this makes the show a very rewarding experience for someone who tends to find the way stories/adaptations engage with their predecessors utterly fascinating.

On a personal level, the characters of the show really make it for me. Of course they have their counterparts in the OG but they all feel like unique and complex people with their own struggles in their own right. I also find them - David and Matteo and Amira in particular - to be incredibly relatable characters. like, I see a lot of myself in them. So it’ll always be a special show to me bc it gave me these characters.

#druck #druck handwriting tag #sarah.txt #i just need to get this out of my drafts lol

[substantial-exposure]

Headcanon for the gang taking care of trans reader on his period?

I'm not Trans and writing this made me kind of uncomfy because I know I'm not doing you guys justice with it so I'm sorry if this is my worst work yet.

I have no idea what health classes in the 80's were like so I'm just having the boys be fucking stupid.

Belch-

Bless his heart

He's coming from a good place

He really is

But Belch is high key annoying with it

All of those abnoxious 'you're so handsome!!!' Comments you know?

He knows you're a tough cookie

Come on you're a fuckin Bowers Boy! Of course you're tough

But sometimes it's nice to have your boyfriend rub your stomach

Hell he does it even when you're not menstruating

A god damn saint.

He gets you some painkillers and lets you pick out a VHS tape to watch

Spends most of the week running around for you and getting you warm snacks.

You told him warm snacks helped you feel better

He didn't know a god damn thing so he just did it

Ride or die I guess

Tbh you were just craving Mac n cheese

But shhh

Vic-

Just like his friends

He's super uneducated

Kind of thinks it's weird

Not that you're a boy and you have a period

But the whole concept of it freaks him out

"What the fuck do you mean you're bleeding? Like right now? Like this very second you're bleeding... there"

You rolled your eyes

"Yeah. Vic, now shut up before I smack you"

He's a man of science yes

But the thought of menstruating freaks him out to no end

He gave you some painkillers and thought that that would magically make you better

It was wishful thinking

But he got you candy to make up for it

So that was nice

But he kind of thinks it's like a disease or something?

Low key keeps you at arms distance but you don't even notice because he's that bad at saying no to you

Gives you free alcohol to help numb your body and dull your senses to the pain

Henry

This fucking

DUMBASS

Knows a little

Barely knows anything

Always looking at his watch and knows when to give you your Tylenol or Advil

Not because he cares

Because he doesn't want to hear you complain

The less it's talked about with him the better

You gave him cash and told him to pick you up some pads or tampons

Remake of that scene with Bev but only it's Henry staring in utter disbelief

Because what the fuck is he looking at?

How many fucking brands can there be? How many types? Sizing?

What was all this shit

He accidentally got you those giant ass overnight heavy flow pads that were really bulky

But they did their job so it was fine

But he made you vow never to make him do that again

You agreed.

Patrick

Absolutely no idea what the fuck is it

But he things that it's cool that you can have prolonged bleeding like that and not die.

Says he'll still fuck you

You decline

[rpdepartment]

THINGS CINDER SAID WHILE PLAYING RESIDENT EVIL 2 REMAKE (and being in constant fear) 24 starters / tw: mention of blood and panic attacks.

« oh COME ON, i literally just started!! »

« i don’t have time for you pLEASE- »

« i can’t understand if this is going terribly or wonderfully. »

« just when i thought i could survive the nightmare... »

« still alive! somehow!! »

« oh god no i don’t want to. »

« oh... oh no, i have to go there? oh noooo...! »

« oh. oh man, that’s a lot of blood. »

« i’m not even halfway into this thing and i’m so panicking- »

« i’m panicking, god no i’m paNICKING- »

« oh god, he’s right outside, hE’S RIGHT OUTSIDE- »

« i don’t hear anything... d-does it mean we’re safe? »

« breathe. breathe, and just keep walking. »

« d... don’t mind me! j-just passing through! »

« nu-huh, mind your own business, i will mind mine. »

« please lets be friends. p-please. »

« shhh. quiet, quiet...! »

« come on buddy, resist a little longer, okay? we’re almost safe. »

« i’m so tense that i can’t understand anymore if what i hear are his steps or my heart beating. »

« it’s like staying still while a mountain is charging at you, wHY SHOULD YOU STAY STILL WHILE A MOUNTAIN CHARGES AT YOU-?! »

« i want a bazooka. give me a bazooka. » 

« i’m going to cry in japanese. »

« [ LOUD ITALIAN SCREAMING ] »

« okay, o-okay, break. i need to breathe. »

#rp prompts #things we said

[renee-writer]

Proper Home Chapter 13 Aftershocks

"Will you...will you stay? I know he won't be back..but I don't." Claire lays shuddering and shaking in a ball laying across her bed against Faith.

"Aye Claire. Of course we will." Faith assures as she rubs her quivering back.

"Aye lass." Jamie sits on the other side of her with his legs hanging over the edge. He was facing out but turns to face her.

"I don't have but one spare room." She frets.

"I willna be leaving ye anyway. So Jamie can take it." Faith declares.

"Thank you. I am sorry to be a bother."

"Hush," Jamie says," ye aren't. Yer our mate. And mates are ne' a bother." She smiles softly at him. "Ye need rest lass. Sleep is a nurse or so our mam swears."

"And she is right. I just don't know if I can."

"Do ye keep spirits?"

"Spirits? Oh alcohol. Yes. There is some wine and brandy above the fridge."

"Be right back." He moves towards the kitchen.

"Claire while Jamie isn't here I must ask ye something?"

"Yes?"

"Did ye continue with yer birth control after he left. After ye broke it off with him?" She looked at her stunned. The thought of being pregnant by him paralyzed her for a moment and she couldn't think. But then.

"Yes. Thank God yes. I did." She says letting her held breath out.

"Thanks be to the Bride."

Jamie returns and hands her a glass full of amber liquid. She smiles her thanks and takes a sip. And coughs. Jamie is prepared for this and quickly pats her back.

"Bloody hell Jamie. You didn't cut it at all." She gets out through her suddenly tight throat.

"Nae. Ye need to sleep Claire. Tis the best sleep medicine I ken." She takes a careful sip and then another. Within a few minutes the glass is empty and her eyes are glassy and distant. Jamie and Faith get her laid down and under the covers.

"Lay yer heid lass. Faith and I will be here." Jamie whispers against her forehead before kissing it. Faith climbs in beside her and Jamie heads off to find the spare bedroom.

*******

Her frantic screams wake Faith and Jamie a few hours later. She is thrashing and screaming'no!' Faith tries to grab her but she is way to strong. She goes to find her brother but when she opens the door, he is there.

"What?"

"I dinna ken. I can't." The moves past her and to Claire. He climbs on the bed and gathers her up, heedless of his thrubbing left hand. He wraps her tight in his arms and legs stilling her frantic movements. He mummors Ghaildhig into her ear. Faith gasps at what he is telling her.

"She doesn't ken," he directs to his sister before returning to calming Claire.

"What?" She cries out.

"It is okay lass. I've got ye."

"Let me go! Let me go!" She screams.

"But?"

"Let her go Jamie." He does and she scrambles as far away as she can.

"Claire?"

"She just is figuring it out." A sad Faith says as she moves closer to Claire.

"He raped me." She says.

"He what?" He didn't mean it to come out do loud. Claire flinches and pulls herself farther into a ball.

"Hush now Jamie." Faith advices," Claire, I am listening."

"I did allow but...I was scared. So scared. I didn't want it but saying no was..I couldn't. I just couldn't!" Her cry echoes through the room and straight into Jamie's heart. He vows anew to see Randall in the ground..

"Shhh Claire tisn't yer fault." Faith soothes as her brother, helpless, tries to control his own temper.

"And it was here. Oh God." She jumps up and scrambles across the room." On those sheets. I was sleeping..you were sleeping..oh no, no , no!" Her panic is in full bloom.

"Jamie strip the bed. Everything. Pillow cases and all." Relieved to have something to do, he moves to comply. "Do ye want them washed?"

"What?" Claire looks at her blankly.

"They are evidence."

"Oh. I can't. I didn't scream. Didn't even say no. How can I...?" Faith didn't know. She hadn't the knowledge or experience to advise Claire.

"Bag them Jamie and leave them in the laundry. We can.." She turns to Claire," we can find out. Ask the legal adviser. We have one. I've a mate who needed some advise. We can ask him tomorrow if ye wish. His name is Ned ."

"Okay." She is calmer seeing the bedding off. "Okay. I am so glad you guys are here." Jamie returns to the room. "Both of you. I am sorry Jamie. It was just...male arms. I couldn't."

"Dinna flash lass. I understand." They all three look at the bare bed. "Do ye wish me to remake it?"

"No. Thanks. I can't. Do you mind having a couple of bedmates?"

"It is yer bed Claire." They all head back into the spare room and find places on the bed. Jamie sleeps nearest the door in a protective place. His sister beside him and Claire against the wall. They all sleep poorly.

#my writing #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fanfic #the uni one #claire and frank #faith #proper home #aftershocks

[agirlinhell-a]

Title: To Build A Home

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice-of-life

Pairing: Louis &&. Clementine.

Characters: Louis, Clementine, AJ, Aaliyah (OC),  Aasim (cameo), Ruby (cameo), Tennessee (mentioned), Marlon (mentioned), Brody (mentioned), Mitch (mentioned), Lee Everett (mentioned), Violet (mentioned), Minerva (mentioned), Rosie (mentioned), James (cameo).

Warnings: Character death, but other than that... EXTREME FLUFF.

A/N: I wrote way too much angst the past few weeks, so I decided to fluff it up a bit!! This is for @keptmanners / @morefinesse and this drabble is set a few years  - approximately two to four years to be exact - after the events of The Final Season. It was originally going to be posted before Ande’s birthday, but unfortunately, that failed, so this is a belated birthday gift - I didn’t want to rush it! Happy belated birthday, Ande!! **Aaliyah means “To Rise”.

The symphony of a thousand singing birds rang through the forest as Clementine watched AJ and Louis wrestling in the meadow while the boy laughed from afar, a warm smile playing at her lips. Her little goofball had grown up so much in the last few years since they’d arrived at Ericson’s, both in body and in spirit. The feeling of a summer breeze blowing in her hair soothed her as golden eyes watched the boys play. A tiny squeal broke her reverie.

Her gaze shifted down to the little bundle she carried in her arms, smiling sweetly down at her baby girl. Aaliyah was only a few months old, but she was growing fast. “Shhh,” she hushed as she rocked her daughter, humming a soothing song. “Did you have a nightmare?” she whispered to the little girl, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I have nightmares, too.” she reassured her daughter, remembering the dark things that came to her at night.

“I found... I found these by the edge of the forest, not too far from the river,” Louis murmured softly, his voice filled to the brim with agony, “they’re... violets.” He rasped, brown hues filled with grief.

Clementine felt her heart weigh down with sorrow, the pain of losing the girl she’d called a friend, before embracing him, knowing that Violet had been a friend to Louis  far longer than she was to her. Her heart ached with grief nonetheless. They’d found her body by Minerva’s, holding hands with bullet wounds in their skulls. They’d rather die together than live separated from one another again. “I’m sorry, Louis,” she whispered softly, holding back a sob.

Why did it have to end like this?

Clem’s fingers brushed gently on her baby girl’s cheek in an attempt to comfort her. “One day I’ll tell you what happened, why they won’t ever go away. But I’ll tell you how I survive it.” She smiled softly, remembering the memories of Louis’ tender smiles and how he’d sweep her off her feet while they laughed, AJ having tears in his eyes from laughing too hard, Aasim’s rare laughter and James finally joining the group and the way everyone accepted him, Ruby’s giggles as she squirmed, trying to get away from Clem attacking her with tickles, and the way she cheered with joy as she rode one of the horses they’d taken from the Delta. She remembered how Rosie yelped with happiness upon the remaining survivors making their way into the gates, the way everyone made graves for the fallen and gave them proper ceremonies, how everyone gathered in the yard to toss the beachball to each other, the way she and Louis would watch the stars at night when neither of them couldn’t sleep, and how they sat on the porch and watched the rain fall, just to see the beauty of the world while he kissed her for the first time. She remembered the way they’d hold each other in her bed in peaceful silence - they’d earned feeling calm in the quiet - and the way they’d danced in the dark while he sang to her. “Once there was away to get back homeward, once there was a way to get back home, sleep, pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby.”

The mother rocked her little girl, “I make a list of all the good things I've seen someone do... and I remember you, and I know that there really is goodness in the world... and that it's worth fighting for.” She murmured, looking her daughter over. Little Aaliyah looked so much like her father, but she’d had her mother’s golden eyes. To her, everything was funny to the point where she’d laugh nonstop, and every little experience was wondrous to her. She wasn’t afraid when James would hold her while he was wearing his mask of walker skin, though she’d cry because she didn’t recognize him, but when he’d take his mask off, she’d giggle. Rosie would growl if anyone came to close to Aaliyah when she was napping and when Ruby would start tickling the infant, she’d laugh happily and squirm after she'd finished putting a bandaid on whenever she'd accidentally hurt herself. Aasim would pick her up and place her on his shoulders while he kept watch. AJ and Tenn would give her drawings and she'd giggle gleefully. Clementine knew without a doubt that Aaliyah was the best thing that ever happened to her. 

She could still remember the day her daughter had arrived into the world.

"Congratulations, Clem! It's a girl!" Ruby declared with a cheerful smile, holding out the bundle that held the baby wrapped up carefully within and placing it in her arms . Sweat dribbles down the mother’s forehead and in between her eyes, but despite her trembling self, she reached out and finally held her daughter for the first time. 

"She's so beautiful," Clementine marveled, holding her daughter, delighted by her first indignant squalls of displeasure in a world that was sure to disappoint. Everything else might be going to hell around her, but Clementine was absolutely certain now that she had all that mattered right there, in that moment.

Alone with her daughter, Clementine couldn't be happier. There were always pieces and parts of her life that she wished had gone better... but there... in that moment... none of it mattered. Aaliyah’s tiny fingers and toes brought her so much joy that she thought she would literally burst. "You’ve got such might lungs,," she cooed at her little girl.

Almost immediately, the girl's crying stopped. She opened wide, golden eyes - almost identical to that of her own, blinking and staring into the face of her mother.

"There's a good girl," Clem whispered, smoothing over the tiny patch of black fuzz on her scalp. It was gorgeously soft, another thing about her little princess that was utterly perfect; Clementine couldn't stop smiling for the wonder she held. "We're all we have now, so we've got to make the most of it. I hope that you’ll like me because there's no one in this world that I love more than you." 

With a skip of her heart, Clementine realized how true that was. Here in her arms was a tiny, vulnerable life that depended on her; part Louis, part herself, with the potential to live without the shadows that had darkened both of their lives. It was all up to Louis and Clementine  to make sure she never suffered or felt unloved.

Though they had only just met, she felt the solid certainty that they would gladly kill for Aaliyah. Whatever it took to keep her safe, no matter the price... just as she’s done with AJ before her. Ruby excused herself while rushing out the door to get Louis.

She tilted her head up at the sight of Louis walking in to see his wife and his daughter. Clem was exhausted, her curly brown hair scattered about the pillow, her golden hues squinting slightly with gentle happiness as their eyes met. Louis’ gaze then traveled from his beautiful wife... then to his daughter.

Oh, god, it hit him hard then, not like lightning but like the rumbling thunder that shook through afterwards - but it wasn't so much of fear as it was... adoration. This little child was beautiful and precious, a little oblivious to everything around her, and the emotions they caused to flow through him for the first time in his life; a pride and feeling of love like no other. Louis’ eyes widened into large, sad brown orbs as he stared into his wife and his daughter. His memories went way back, and he remembered his own family.

How could he deprive this little girl of something that he himself needed long ago? Something that he himself missed terribly after his own family was taken away from him? How could his father and mother look down on him?

Tears welled in his eyes as he brought them back to look at Clementine, hands trembling as he lay at her bedside. This was his child, too, his blood, the best thing he could ever do for their daughter... was to give her the father she needed, the father that Louis never had.

"I'm going to be there for her, and you." He said through a cracked voice, now understanding... Yes, he would be that father. And hopefully... his family would be proud of him for making this decision.

"Look, Louis... She's so beautiful..." Clementine whispered gently as she cradled the infant.

Louis’ breath fled his lungs in a rush so fast that he almost fainted when Aaliyah opened her eyes to look up at him as she made a happy, cooing sound, and all he could do was reveal a pearly white smile.

That’s my daughter.

The hair was undeniably his, and that intense nature was a perfect mix of her parents. He continued to stare at the child, taking in everything from the tilt of her chin, to the composure of her face that belonged to her mother, and the way those tiny, adorable dimples at the corners of her mouth. Meanwhile, his heart was shattering and remaking itself, scouring his emotional center completely raw. He was breaking and reforming, recreating his ability to feel anything while trying not to die from the force of it. Dear god above... I’m a father.

He had never thought about being a father before he married Clementine. And yet, in a place in his soul, a love more intense and pure than anything he had ever felt before welled up from within. Instead, the girl - Aaliyah, his daughter - placed herself upon his heart and soul, the most important person in his world. The center of his universe. One thing he was absolutely sure of tonight: not even death would keep him from his little girl and his wife.

A trembling hand reached for his wife's left cheek as he stroked it lovingly. Their eyes met steadily for a few moments before he leaned in and kissed her forehead.  "Clem... Thank you." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist as he sat in bed with her. Together, they watched their daughter sleep in peace. They were a family at last, content with just that.

Clem lifted her head to see AJ and Louis grinning back at them. Without warning, the boy bolted over to the two girls and picked up his little sister in his arms and stuck his tongue out at her, causing the baby girl to laugh, wiggling excitedly as she reached for her older brother. Louis jogged up to them but before he could snatch them both up, AJ blew a raspberry back at him before running back to the school. The father laughed, raising his fist, “Come back here, little dude!” he shrilled as Clementine burst out laughing. Louis grinned at her and reached out for her, and Clem took his hand as he lifted her up to her feet. They walked hand-in-hand back on the trail to the school before Louis began jogging and urging her on, “C’mon, Clem, where’s your sense of adventure?!” he challenged, and Clem running to meet his pace, “I haven’t lost it!” she shot back, and soon, they began running back to the school, hand in hand, laughing all the while.

When they reached the gate, the sight of several children from other settlements - Hilltop, Alexandria, the Commonwealth, Oceanside, Richmond, among several others - running around and playing was music to their ears. James was currently being bombarded by children to tell them a story over a campfire, and in the end, he gave up and told them to gather round. Aasim and Ruby were laughing at AJ twirling around with little Aaliyah as she giggled. It’s been four years since Ericson’s had opened up their gates, after much convincing and negotiations. The last thing they wanted was another Delta fiasco, but Clementine had reminded them of the possibilities that a new world could bring. Slowly, little by little, they began expanding their borders beyond the forests that surrounded the school, and taking former lands belonging to the Delta until eventually, Clementine, as leader of the settlement, had emissaries ride out and begin trading with other settlements to the north and east, from Richmond to Alexandria, from the Hilltop to the Kingdom, and from The Commonwealth to Oceanside. Word began spreading of a group of adolescents and young adults in a school led by a girl who helped saved the city of Richmond, and soon, survivors began sending their children to Ericson’s to learn from her. Marlon, Brody, Mitch... all the people who died this far into the apocalypse... their deaths were not in vain. 

Lee would have loved this place, Clementine knew he would.

Louis and Clementine exchanged soft glances, before looking back at their own little world that they’ve made.

Clementine knew that, more than ever, that she was a survivor in her own right, but her days as a survivor are over, now… she was a mentor, a mother, a protector, and a lover - a guardian to the next generation. She began to adopt Tennessee’s dream of a new age, a world without walkers, even if it seemed so far away, she intends on teaching others the ways of survival… just as Lee Everett had trained her all those years ago, when the dead began walking. She was done running for good… and now she finally had a home where she belonged. 

This was her home now.

#A HEART SPILLED ONTO THE PAGES. ( DRABBLES. ) #tell me the story about how the SUN loved the MOON so much he DIED every night to let her BREATHE. ( LOUISENTINE. ) #morefinesse

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31 Horror Movies in “31 Days”| #Blogoween For the month of  October I have planned to watched 31 horror movies!

This is the last blogoween post you’ll see from me, I had to post a day late to give me time to complete this challenge, particularly as I’ve been away since the 17th.

Keep reading to find out the last 9 movies I watched for this gigantic task! I can’t believe I successfully watched 31 even with how busy I’ve been.

If you missed earlier parts, you can read them here: one | two | three

PIRANHA 3D (2010): “Each year the population of sleepy Lake Victoria, Arizona explodes from 5,000 to 50,000 residents for the annual Spring Break celebration. But then, an earthquake opens an underwater chasm, releasing an enormous swarm of ancient Piranha that have been dormant for thousands of years, now with a taste for human flesh. This year, there’s something more to worry about than the usual hangovers and complaints from locals, a new type of terror is about to be cut loose on Lake Victoria.”

Jon, my boyfriend, decided we should give this a watch as he’d seen the original and had heard this was pretty funny too and y’know what, I’ll give him that it was funny.

The poster I’ve added for this movie is a clear indicator of what you’re going to get from this so if youre down for nudity, piranhas, and some bad acting from the guy who plays Jeremy in The Vampire Diaries give this a watch.

Letterboxd tags this as Comedy | Horror IMDB tags this as Comedy | Horror | Thriller

THE LOST BOYS (1987): “A mother and her two teenage sons move to a seemingly nice and quiet small coastal California town yet soon find out that it’s overrun by bike gangs and vampires. A couple of teenage friends take it upon themselves to hunt down the vampires that they suspect of a few mysterious murders and restore peace and calm to their town.”

After writing up my post about Vampires I just knew I had to rewatch The Lost Boys and honestly I enjoyed it even more this time around. I LOVE THIS MOVIE and the aesthetic is awesome too.

Letterboxd tags this as Horror | Comedy IMDB tags this as Horror | Comedy

LOST BOYS: THE TRIBE (2008): “The sequel to the 1987 cult hit The Lost Boys takes us to the shady surf city of Luna Bay, California, where vampires quickly dispatch anyone who crosses their path. Into this dark world arrive Chris Emerson (Hilgenbrink) and his younger sister, Nicole (Reeser). Having just lost their parents in a car accident, the siblings move in with their eccentric Aunt Jillian and become new prey…” I want to be as enthusiastic about this movie as much as the first one but uh its uh not great. The acting is terrible all around but I still enjoyed it though that mostly might be for Corey Feldman.

I’ll happily rewatch it again but I might be the only person who would do so.

Letterboxd tags this as Crime | Drama | Horror | Thriller | Comedy IMDB tags this as Comedy | Horror | Thriller

JACOBS LADDER (1990): “A traumatized Vietnam war veteran finds out that his post-war life isn’t what he believes it to be when he’s attacked by horned creatures in the subway and his dead son comes to visit him…” I picked this up after Tim Lebbons recommendation and I can definitely see why!

This movie was a wild ride and jumps all over the place with a very nightmarish atmosphere. I agree with the recommendation for this movie for sure.

Letterboxd tags this as Horror | Drama | Mystery IMDB tags this as Drama | Horror | Mystery

APOSTLE (2018): “In 1905, a man travels to a remote island in search of his missing sister who has been kidnapped by a mysterious religious cult.” I almost gave up on this movie but after seeing good reviews for it on Letterboxd I gave it a second chance.

This is a slow starting movie but its worth it once the supernatural elements start happening more. I think the whole look of the Goddess and her cage was great.

Letterboxd tags this as Mystery | Fantasy | Thriller | Horror IMDB tags this as Drama | Fantasy | Horror

THE WITCHES (1990): “A young boy named Luke and his grandmother go on vacation only to discover their hotel is hosting an international witch convention, where the Grand High Witch is unveiling her master plan to turn all children into mice. Will Luke fall victim to the witches’ plot before he can stop them?”

THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991): “Uncle Fester has been missing for 25 years. An evil doctor finds out and introduces a fake Fester in an attempt to get the Addams Family’s money. The youngest daughter has some doubts about the new uncle Fester, but the fake uncle adapts very well to the strange family. Can the doctor carry out her evil plans and take over the Addams Family’s fortune?”

GHOST STORIES (2017): “Professor Phillip Goodman devotes his life to exposing phony psychics and fraudulent supernatural shenanigans. His skepticism soon gets put to the test when he receives news of three chilling and inexplicable cases – disturbing visions in an abandoned asylum, a car accident deep in the woods and the spirit of an unborn child. Even scarier – each of the macabre stories seems to have a sinister connection to the professor’s own life.” I put these three together because one I’m still jetlagged and two I watched all these on the plane to Seoul. It was long and tiring.

The Witches holds a place in my heart as its my favourite Dahl book and the adaptation is spooky but fun too.

The Addams Family is one I could’ve sworn I’d seen before but it really didn’t ring any bells as I watched it. I loved the design, humour, and story of this. Definitely recommend.

Ghost Stories was an odd one for sure. Its 3 short stories kinda that all relate and end up with a surprise ending. It was executed pretty well and its worth giving a try for its atmosphere.

Letterboxd tags The Witches as Adventure | Horror | Fantasy IMDB tags The Witches as Adventure | Comedy | Family Letterboxd tags The Addams Family as Horror | Comedy | Fantasy IMDB tags The Addams Family as Comedy | Fantasy Letterboxd tags Ghost Stories as Horror | Drama IMDB tags Ghost Stories as Drama | Horror

CARRIE (2002): “Carrie White is a lonely and painfully shy teenage girl with telekinetic powers who is slowly pushed to the edge of insanity by frequent bullying from both classmates at her school, and her own religious, but abusive, mother.” As I watched the original and had seen the newest remake on release I thought it only fair I give this one a watch too.

However I’m not so sure this was a good idea. It was fun to see a lot of actors I recognised but mostly I didn’t have a good time and felt like I was watching this for 8 hours…

Letterboxd tags this as Drama | Horror | Tv Movie IMDB tags this as Drama | Horror | Sci-Fi

THE POSESSION (2012): “A young girl buys an antique box at a yard sale, unaware that inside the collectible lives a malicious ancient spirit. The girl’s father teams with his ex-wife to find a way to end the curse upon their child.” I’m currently watching this as I type up this post but it’ll finish before midnight on the 31st so yup that means I’ve done it!! 31 Horror movies in 31 days (shhh forget I started early to make up for my time away).

So far so good with this movie, I’m pretty sure I’ll enjoy it as I don’t have any complaints so far.

Letterboxd tags this as Thriller | Horror IMDB tags this as Horror | Thriller

I hope you liked this post, I do tend to watch a lot of movies so this could become a regular thing if people are interested.

& thank you for joining my on my little challenge!

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