#anderson triplet

[skapediem]

bidididibumbum to san fernandooo

[wordssricochet]

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[whoiserenity]

UPDATE

Hey guys, I know it's been a while. School's getting tougher but I thought it might be good to come back for a bit so feel free to request anything! (Can be Sturniolo Triplets, Sam and Colby, Outerbanks, The Vampire Diaries, Wednesday, The Maze Runner, Harry Potter, Enola Holmes, Scream, Stranger Things.)

[whiteoakoak]

Suncoast is soo Good, I cried like a little baby while watching

[screamfiles]

need friends on here! PLEASE!!!!

[tornrose24]

I admit I wasn't expecting that animated segment at the start of Joker 2 (and it turns out it WAS made by an actual animator. Specifically the guy behind The Triplets of Bellville). And the whole 'Shadow taking over the Joker/Arthur' was amusing, but then I'm reminded of that Hans Christian Anderson story 'The Shadow' and then the cartoon suddenly becomes a lot darker than it already is, in addition to the apparent symbolism/forshadowing (no pun intended).

[iluvmatt]

unearthly, m.s

prologue, i beg of you, save us from this hell. synopsis: in a small suburban area of boston, a group of teenagers—matthew sturniolo and his two triplet brothers, nick and chris, and a childhood friend of theirs, y/n—travel to an old destination named granger’s deathly hill; a place in which hadn’t been visited merely since the early 1970s. atop of the old haunted hill, the group soon realize things aren’t truly as picturesque as they imagined and conclude that they are in grave danger. as they meet people along the way, they realize that the journey home may be harder than expected. knowing that they are in a situation that could ultimately ruin their lives or end them entirely, they make up a plan to make it back home safe, or better yet, alive. amongst the chaos, while trying to save each other, matt and y/n realize that there is more to them than just friendship. warnings: mentions of death with small description, and anxiety expressed in the prologue below.

rumor spread rapidly around the small suburban area in boston, of the old hill owned formerly by choi granger; who was recently found suspiciously deceased in the driveway of his residence. apparent witnesses in the weekly sunday newspaper state that there were ghosts and other such paranormal beings around the area over the weekend of the fifth of august, as they could hear sobs for help within the trees. 

granger hill was something unlike any other, as some lifelong villagers say, due to the suspicion and unpredictability of mr. granger himself. it had all started around 1965— the year that mr. granger moved in, fresh to the small area of merely six-thousand people. 

he was tall and stocky, with dark eyes that everyone he had met said that they saw the devil staring back at them when they looked directly in them. he wore old worn overalls, a black long-sleeve underneath— even in the summer heat— and gloves that none of the villagers remembered him taking off. locals said he held secrets beneath those dirt-stained gloves and that's why he never removed them out in the public eye. 

even as a child, he was someone that nobody wanted to be around, as just his presence was enough to drain someone’s soul for the next six months. maybe it was his fault, maybe it was someone else’s, or maybe, he was just made like that. maybe, he was simply made with a heart that was cold as ice, a stare that could send someone into a panic, and a personality that nobody wanted to get to know, except for his wife, that left him alone even after her death. 

that, too, was something nobody could quite understand or piece together. how did granger, one of the worst people known to this town, have a wife? how was he able to meet someone who loved hi, no matter what. nobody saw his wife much, they only knew that her hair was jet black and her cheeks had no color. 

soon after their marriage, though, she was found in the woods.

that being said, with the mysterious death of his wife and the appearance of granger as a whole, he was an unsettling topic all by his lonesome, but the property in which he lived both on and around was something indescribably horrifying. 

in the spring of seventy-three, a couple went on a romantic old-style picnic date within the woods of granger hill, and came out completely different people. after their picnic, the woman, coretta anderson, was placed into a psychiatric asylum due to uncontrollable anxiety, and her boyfriend, dylan russo, was rumored to have moved far out of town and hadn't been seen since. 

it was also rumored amongst the town that an old man in the late 1800s still haunts where he was hung in the woods, near where granger’s wife was found, as you can see his visible figure at dawn, and a little girl who was viciously killed years after the older man can still be heard singing in the distance if listened to close enough. 

months after the rumors surfaced, more than five decomposed bodies were found in the mess of the trees. nobody knows if they are the two of those who were rumored, or who they might've been. it was a closed case, and not a single person was asking questions about it. 

there were so many unanswered questions about mr. granger, his life, and his home; now put to a perpetual halt due to his death. 

the people wondered what caused the mans death, though; he was in perfectly good health and seemed to be better than he had ever been before. now, with choi granger dead and the entirety of the community together and asking why, the hill was renamed granger's deathly hill. 

now, after forty-nine years of the mystery going unsolved— four teens find themselves venturing to the troubled land, hoping for a good explanation to ease their worries.

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[esilher]

Collaborative December klaine challenge 2023 between @esilher and @mynonah

"Kurt. Kurt, calm down. Please."

"Triplets."

"Yeah, I heard that, too."

"Triplets, Blaine."

"Just take a deep breath, slowly, okay? You need to calm down."

"I can't! Why are you so calm??"

"Because it won't change anything. At least not in a negative way..."

"Are you crazy? You're probably in shock."

"We wanted to expand our family later anyway."

"Yeah... but first with a dog. And later! That's the keyword, Blaine."

"We always wanted more kids, didn't we? So aren't we the luckiest??"

"But not at the same time!!! We are not ready for this!"

"Honey, are we ready for one?"

"Of course we are."

"What's the difference?"

"Blaine... This... this is a small apartment. With a tiny nursery. And don't you dare tell me the babies are tiny too, or you won't get lucky tonight! I bought a lot of fabric for baby clothes, but for one baby! Now I have to sew the same thing 3 times! And what if they all cry at the same time, huh? And we have to change their diapers at the same time. And feed them at the same time. And where will we put all the clothes and toys??"

"Ssh.... You're panicking. Just think about it. It won't be easy, but at least we'll go through all the hard and scary times with all of them at once. And we can make some changes at home. In a few years we'll look for a bigger place, but in the meantime... We don't need the study, a chair in the corner of the bedroom with a guitar and a laptop stand will do. So we can enlarge the nursery. We'll buy more fabric and then I can help with the sewing. ...why is this funny? I made puppets in high school! What's the difference?! Are you laughing at me?"

"No, of course not... I'm not..."

"...and we'll accept used baby clothes from our friends."

"You're out of your mind."

"Okay, only from your friends at work. Those are all designer stuff."

"...I'd love that."

"And we can ask from Carole and Burt for more help than we planned."

"Oh, they would be thrilled..."

"But these are irrelevant things, Kurt. You know what doesn't need to be enlarged for them? Our hearts. Because I'm sure there's enough love in there for three babies, too."

"...for three more Anderson-Hummels."

"Do you feel better?"

"Mhm... Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too!"

[eye-candy-film-enjoyer]

I’ve finally cooked it up.

My fancast for a Wes Anderson adoption to A Series of Unfortunate Events

(Quick note, I’m excluded the Baudelaire orphans, Quagmire triplets, and Carmelita Spats because I know fuck all about child actors. All the child actors I liked are all adults now.)

Willem Dafoe as Count Olaf

Ralph Fiennes as The Narrator/Lemony Snicket

Bill Murray as Mr Poe

Saoirse Ronan as Kit Snicket

Frances McDormand as Chief Justice Strauss

Mathieu Amalric as Uncle Monty

Tilda Swinton as Aunt Josephine

Jeffrey Wright as Sir

Dev Patel as Charles

Anjelica Huston as Dr. Georgina Orwell

Bryan Cranston as Vice Principal Nero

Scarlett Johannson as Esme Squalor

Ed Norton as Jerome Squalor

Benicio Del Toro as Hector

Jason Schwartzman as Jaques Snicket

Wes Anderson as The Last Chance General Store Owner

(You are not allowed to question this one)

Bob Balaban as Hal

Jeff Goldblum as Captain Widdershins

Adrien Brody as Dewey Denouement

Brian Cox as Ishmael

Owen Wilson as the henchperson of indeterminate Gender

Luke Wilson as the henchman with a hook for a hand

[gllrimes]

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒐’𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈!

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔:

I will be writing smut, fluff, comfort, and angst. I'm not experienced with writing as much as other writers are, so don't expect the best.

No sa or rape of any sort because we don't tolerate that.

No piss/shit/fart kinks ya dirty fucks.

No pedophilia. Age gaps only can consist of five years apart in my story's when 18+

No human servitude.

I write for any sexuality and any gender.

I do write drabbles and hcs.

I don't write agere/little space on this blog, I'll set up another blog for that!!

I don't care how old you are I can't stop you from reading my stuff 😕🙏🏻

Requests are open!!

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 & 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Ron Anderson

Enid Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Michonne Grimes

(Bonus: I might write for others too. Maybe Shane idk.)

The End Of The Fucking World:

Alyssa Foley

James (last name unknown)

Heartstopper:

Charlie Spring

Nick Nelson

Tao Xu

Elle Argent

Darcy Olsson

Tara Jones

Sahar Zahid

Issac Henderson

13 Reasons Why:

Clay Jenson

Hannah Baker

Justin Foley

Alex Standall

Jessica Davis

IT:

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Beverly Marsh

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlon

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Victor Criss

Belch Huggins

The Flash (IMDb):

Berry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Caitlin Snow

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Regulas Black

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Henry Creel

Eleven

Eddie Munson

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer Jareau

Twilight:

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Alice Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Carlisle Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Esme Cullen

Thirteen:

Tracy Freeland

Evie Zamora

Mason Freeland

Melanie Freeland

Anne With An E:

Gilbert Blythe

Anne Shirley

Dianna Berry

Cole Mackenzie

Jerry Baynard

The Goldfinch:

Theodore Decker (older and younger)

Boris Pavlikovsky (older and younger)

The Turning:

Miles Fairchild

Kate Mandell

Flora Fairchild (NO SMUT)

When You Finish Saving The World:

Ziggy Katz

Lila

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer

Cordelia Goode

Fiona Goode

Jimmy Darling

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Austin Sommers

Mr. Gallant

Edward Mott

Rory Monahan

Shameless:

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Carl Gallagher

I Believe In Unicorns:

Davina

Sterling

Tokio Hotel:

Bill Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz

Georg Listing

Gustav Schäfer

Slashers/Halloween movies characters:

Max Dennison

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sydney Prescott

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Kruger

Michael Myers

Jason Dean

Patrick Bateman

Brahms Heelshire

BONUS singers/actors/youtubers:

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Jake Webber

Albert (flamingo)

The Sturniolo Triplets

Finn Wolfhard

Noah Schnapp

And finally... ALEX TURNER 😋😋 (he's so husband material)

!!PLEASE USE THIS RESPECTFULLY AND WISELY!!

[a-fundie-bunch]

Today was my and Tom's wedding day - the day I married my best friend and the love of my life! That's right, I'm Hannah Hall now. I've never really felt much like an Anderson - and now I'm not one anymore.

We had to keep things cheap and low-key - just a dress and a suit, some flowers, and a quick ceremony at the Oasis Springs church. I could've gone way more modest with the dress - I've never worn anything like that in my life. But I actually really liked it.

The ceremony was nice, too... quieter than I expected, though. So many people couldn't make it. Even Mrs. Hall couldn't come - something about Mr. Hall not letting her. Poor lady.

But at least we weren't totally alone. The other two triplets came down - glad they haven't turned their back on Tom, unlike some people. And Maddie Miller came, and so did Asher Martin from church. I've always liked those two. If you ask me, they'll be next - everyone can see it.

...I still wish my family could have come, though. I may not have gotten along with them, but they're still my family. But nope... these days, they don't even pick up the phone.

[fairyrcts]

about me , j.h.

by fairyrcts contents - intended lowercase , just me talking about myself !

hihi everyone. for those who are just coming to my page , welcome and to those who've been here before , welcome back.

my name's jasmine, i'm currently 18 and i live in the sunny state of florida. i'm italian and venezuelan and am originally from italy, but english is my first language.

i'm in multiple fandoms , most of which i will hopefully get around to writing. the main people i write for are the sturniolo triplets and nathan doe, who you'll see constantly on my page.

i'm a music lover, so all of my fics are based on songs. i love artists such as frank ocean, tyler, the creator, sza, the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, chase atlantic, amy winehouse, fiona apple, adrienne lenker, pheobe bridgers, faye webster, childish gambino, the weeknd, tv girl, clairo, mac demarco, deftones, radiohead, beabadoobee, steve lacy, alex g, the cranberries, wallows, the smiths, lana del rey, brent faiyaz, playboi carti, ken carson, mitski, laufey and many, many more!

i'm a huge filmography lover so some of my favorite movies are flipped, a walk to remember, (500) days of summer, juno, bones and all, mysterious skin, the half of it, 50/50, speak, corpse bride, words on bathroom walls, waves, mid 90s, me before you, la la land, donnie darko, black swan, dummy, i believe and unicorns, the notebook, girl interrupted, if i stay, uptown girls, blue valentine, frankenwienie, edward scissorhands, perks of being a wallflower, hot summer nights, boys don't cry, beautiful boy, little miss sunshine, brokeback mountain and so many more.

fun facts about me, i wrote a 32 page essay on frank ocean's album blond for my sophmore year essay contest, i'm really into poetry, i love wes anderson and tim burton, autumn is my favorite season, my biggest celebrity crush is matthew gray gubler, i have an unhealthy obsession with zaxby's, i'm super passionate about every little thing, i've rewatched love island like 4 times and have a poster of rob from season 6 hanging on my wall.

i'm really not all that interesting, i just say stupid stuff that makes me sound funny so then people think i'm personable or whatnot. buttt i promise i'm really sweet and i'm here for literally anybody, i swear.

thank you thank you thank you for taking the time to read about me even though it probably wasn't as exciting as you might've thought, i still appreciate each and every one of my readers and anyone who interacts.

- love , jasmine !

[honey-beann]

Home (you)

rk brothers (Nines, Connor, Sixty) x Reader

Chapter II - Raining, Then Pouring

Warnings:

Mentions of suicide

General angst

Slight physical violence

Mentions of injury

Nines is a handsy guy

Word count: 4,232

"Are you alright?"

The voice on the other end of the line was strong and steady, but you could hear the underlying fear within it, the sharp tone that always signified panic in the ever familiar youngest Anderson triplet.

Your teeth worried your bottom lip as you suddenly realized that you didn't actually know how to answer that question, and you were only forced out of your thoughts when Nines spoke your name, his tone now just a bit more tense and his words taking on a stern bite to them that you were all too familiar with.

"Yeah I uh... I'm okay I just..."

You trailed off, sputtering slightly in an attempt to find the right words as you shot a glance back towards your bedroom, where your two boys were currently sleeping due to you having deposited them there shortly after Sixty's impromptu arrival.

The door was open a crack so that you would have a better chance of hearing if either of them woke up and needed you, but you felt yourself bristle a bit in discomfort over the fact that they were in there all alone while your attention had to be elsewhere.

"You just what, Trouble?"

Nines asked calmly, his casual use of the nickname that he and his brothers had given you back when you were all just thirteen making you feel slightly less overwhelmed.

Nines was right there on the phone acting the same way he always did, and the world was still turning. You weren't dealing with any of this alone.

"I uh..."

You trailed off once more before allowing your eyes to make their way over to the front door, which was still slightly ajar, allowing the occasional raindrop to make it's way in and splash down onto the tiled floor of your kitchen.

Well, if it was managing to get in here, then how bad was it out there?"

You sighed a bit, running a hand through your hair as you nervously attempted to finally force the words you had been so desperately trying to say past your lips.

"Your brothers here, Nines."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few moments, and then a few faint yet familiar footfalls told you that Nines was walking somewhere. These footfalls were followed shortly thereafter by some light rustling, though you weren't entirely sure what the cause of that was. And then, finally, the youngest brother spoke up again.

"When did he get there?"

He asked, his tone now lacking that brief calmness it had possessed the last time he'd spoken.

You smiled at his eagerness to get straight to the point, and gave a slight chuckle of amusement into the receiver.

"What, you aren't even gonna ask me which brother I'm talking about?"

You teased lightly, sitting yourself down at the kitchen table in an effort to calm yourself further.

When Nines responded, you could almost hear his eyes rolling, and his tone, while very slightly amused, had that familiar twinge of annoyance that you'd come to know so well over the years.

"You're calling me at 1:37am on a Wednesday morning, I don't have to ask which brother you're talking about."

He said as matter of factly as possible, his attitude making you smile a bit wider despite yourself.

It was far too easy to bother this man for his own good.

You were just about to reply when he spoke up again instead, his words close to as steadfast and firm as could be.

"I'm on my way over now. Would you like me to call Connor so someone can be there with you sooner?"

You nearly rolled your eyes at your friend's constant insistence on babying you, but couldn't help but be endeared by his kindness. How anyone could possibly think this man cruel, you didn't know, though you'd heard it said about him by plenty by coworkers who had known him in the past.

"I'll be alright, he's not even awake."

You answered after a few moments of thought, only to hear Nines give a brief scoff in response,

"And when has that stopped Connor from coming to your rescue before?"

You gave a short laugh at Nines' choice of words, remembering the way that he and Sixty used to tease their eldest brother for constantly trying to be your "prince charming". It was like a competition between the three of them back then, a game of who could be there for you the most, as if that would make one of them your favorite over the other two.

It was different now, but not by much.

"It hasn't, but I was actually talking about Sixty."

You clarified, amusement evident in your tone as Nines gave a slightly surprised sounding hum from the other end of the line.

"He's sleeping?"

"Passed out. Don't worry though, I didn't let him hit his head or anything. I know the drill."

You muttered, hearing Nines sigh discontentedly just as the sound of him starting up his car filled the once silent background of the call.

"Well you shouldn't have to. I'm going to text Connor so he has the option of heading your way if he happens to see the message, but I'll be there in twenty minutes. Call me if Caiden wakes up before I arrive."

You gave a hum in the affirmative, wrapping one of your arms around your body as you looked out the window to see the rain pounding on the pavement of your driveway.

"Yeah I will. Drive safe, okay?"

You tried to hide the anxiety you were feeling to the best of your ability, but must have failed pretty terribly, because the next time that Nines spoke his tone was far gentler than you'd heard it be for the entire night thus far.

"Of course, Trouble. I'll see you soon."

And with that, he hung up, always so eager to avoid saying goodbye that he hardly even bothered to anymore.

He'd told you that none would ever be adequate enough to bother with shortly after Hank had taken his own life, and Nines had done his best to go without saying any ever since. Maybe some part of him believed that if he just didn't say goodbye, then he'd stop losing people so easily.

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head back as you tried not to think about what loss had done to the four of you over the years.

"Ugh, I knew I should've tried harder to get him in here on my own, he's soaked."

You muttered, arms crossed and hugging your body tightly as you watched Nines drag his brother into your house, his forearms underneath Sixty's armpits as he backed himself easily through your front door and off to the side a bit before he laid his brother down on the hard tile of your kitchen.

"I'm sure he was soaked long before he got here. He'll be fine."

Nines reassured you tersely, his tone tense with what you imagined was anger and frustration as he looked down at his older brother with a familiar harshness to his gaze.

You wondered what the first time he'd looked at Sixty like that was.

You hoped this time would be the last.

But you knew it wouldn't.

"Well we can at least put him on the couch or something,"

You began, taking a few hesitant steps closer to the intimidating man and his unconscious brother,

"It isn't right to just leave him on the floor like a dog."

Nines shook his head immediately, squatting down beside his sibling to give him a brief once over for injuries as he spoke.

"Just like you said before, he's soaked. It'll ruin the fabric."

Adequately convinced that Sixty was without any severe injuries, Nines stood, looking you in the eye for the first time since his arrival a few minutes prior.

"Besides, he's not nearly far enough off from a dog to be worth the effort."

You rolled your eyes a bit at the familiar man's dramatics, knowing all too well just how fond he was of dogs when he wasn't too angry at his brother to care about the double meaning his words took on.

"Whatever you say."

You muttered, shrugging the disagreement off easily. You didn't have it in you to argue tonight, not after everything that had happened.

You stood from where you were seated, taking a few steps across the room to lock the front door, only to wince a bit on your first step back towards the table afterward, a movement that instantly caught Nines' attention.

"You're hurt."

He stated easily, his arms uncrossing as he reached out to take your shoulders and guide you gently back into the chair you had previously been sitting in at your kitchen table, his gaze intense as he stared down at you once you finished getting comfortable.

"What happened?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you slid your foot out of your slipper, frowning slightly at the sight of the bruise that had begun to form on top of it.

"Something had to cushion that ridiculously big head of his."

You muttered, avoiding Nines' gaze as you gestured toward his still unconscious brother, who looked rather peaceful in spite of how he had gotten to where he was now.

Nines sighed in response to your answer, but accepted it nonetheless, kneeling down before you and gently lifting your foot by the ankle to get a better look at it.

You watched him for a few moments, taking in the sharpness of his jaw and counting the barely noticeable freckles that adorned his nose and cheeks as he inspected your injury far more thoroughly than he had bothered to with Sixty's.

When he finally looked up to meet your gaze after a little while of this, you didn't look away despite how obviously you'd been staring, instead choosing to tilt your head slightly as Nines began wordlessly using one of his hands to run the pads of his fingers across the skin of your ankle. With his other hand, he moved upward, gripping your calf loosely and caressing the skin in that area as well as his eyes bore holes into you, the feeling of his skin touching yours making you shudder slightly, something you were sure he took notice of.

Eventually, without stopping his gentle exploration of your ankle and calf, he looked back down to your foot, humming softly as he examined it further.

"It's just a bruise."

He said quietly, eyes flickering back up to your own,

"It looks like it'll be sore for a few days at least, but it should heal just fine on its own."

You nodded at his words, eyes never leaving his as you reached for the hand that was moving slowly up and down your calf, as if he were worshiping the very feeling of your warm body beneath his soft palm and slightly calloused fingertips.

Nines stopped all of his gentle movements immediately, remaining still as you moved his hand from your calf up to your face, pressing your cheek against it and smiling at the familiar feeling of his thumb stroking slowly along the skin there, as if he were trying to memorize every detail.

You relished in this sensation for a few minutes before reaching down to palm his cheek within your own hand, smiling softly at the way his shoulders visibly relaxed at your touch.

At that, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his as you moved to take his other hand in your own, squeezing it softly.

It had been a few weeks since the two of you had last been alone together, always with the kids or Connor, and even though Sixty was so close by, you couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate Nines' presence.

"I love you, you know."

You said matter of factly, a taunting lilt to your tone that you were sure would have Nines rolling his eyes if only they were open.

He pulled away gently, removing his hand from your own in order to place it atop the one that was on his face, allowing him to move it away as he continued to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"I have absolutely no idea how or why."

His words seemed more for himself than you, murmured so softly you could scarcely hear them, but even so you felt the need to respond nonetheless.

"Because you deserve it. I don't know what I would do without you."

Nines chuckled humorlessly, though his tone was still kind as he spoke,

"Probably call my eldest brother even more often than you already do."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, and you did so with pleasure upon hearing his words.

"Oh shut it. No one triplet could ever replace either of the others. You know I love all three of you."

Nines hummed at your familiar adage, that humorless chuckle of his coming back with a vengeance once more.

"And that is the most confusing thing of all."

Nines countered, moving his hand up to play with some of the hair near your forehead before he brushed it all backward and away, standing up while remaining bent at the waist as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, a slightly amused twinkle evident in his eye as he did so.

"How you could love not one, but three disastrously broken and undeserving men is a wonder beyond me."

His voice now contained that same teasing lilt you had used against him before, only you didn't find his words nearly as amusing as he appeared to.

Still, you allowed him to continue, following him up as he straightened out, soon finding yourself turning with your back to the table as he moved the chair away and stood where it had once been

"We won't ever be worth all of the unrest that we cause."

He muttered quietly, his hands moving to your hips and briefly remaining there for a few moments before he gently lifted you up and placed you atop the table, no doubt in an effort to get you to stop standing on your freshly bruised foot.

Always so observant and considerate of your needs, and yet still blind to all of the good you saw within him and his brothers.

You frowned at his words, finally opening your mouth to correct him when you noticed the way his gaze was trailing over your body, eyes flitting down to the hem of your oversized shirt, one of Connor's from his trainee days, as it grazed your upper thighs, before allowing said gaze to move upward to rest upon your lips, until finally he was looking you in the eyes once more.

You felt your breath halt at the emotions you found within your shared eye contact, noting the anguish, fear, anger, and hunger present all within that one look.

Nines was always holding himself back, never moving forward quite as fast as his brothers did, especially not within the past few years, but even so, you never failed to know exactly what he wanted.

"You can kiss me, you know."

You whispered, voice steady and devoid of any and all hesitance as you spoke.

"You don't have to do this to yourself."

You felt Nines shudder in response to your words before his hand moved to tilt your chin upward slightly, his eyes moving over every inch of your face as if he were committing each detail to memory.

Eventually though, after what felt like ages of waiting on your end, he began to lean in slowly, until he was so close that you could feel his breath fanning familiarly against your lips.

It had been so long since he'd last given in and let himself feel loved, several months at least, and you fought off the urge to wriggle anxiously in anticipation as you placed your hands upon his shoulders, eventually moving both of them forward until your arms were looped around his neck.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, silent save for the sounds of slightly heavy breathing, until finally Nines shook his head, as if he were in disbelief.

He pressed his forehead to yours once more.

"I'm sorry."

And with that, his mouth was on yours, gentle and coaxing and so incredibly soft as he moved one of his hands to the back of your head, cradling it as you leaned back and pressed your torso firmly against his own, one of your hands moving to palm his cheek again as you did so.

You had no idea how long that kiss lasted, but what you did know was that when it finally reached its end, it was because of the keening cry that came from the other room, instantly forcing the two of you apart.

Your breaths came slightly heavier as you looked up at your friend, cheeks dusted a light pink and lips subtly bruised.

"Shit."

You muttered under your breath, placing your hands on either side of you to push yourself off of the table only to be stopped by Nines, who simply quirked his brow, shook his head and leaned down to press one final kiss against your lips before he pulled away slightly and allowed your noses to brush up against one another briefly as he spoke,

"You deserve so much better than even all three of us combined, Trouble."

And with that, he moved away from you entirely, taking long and practiced steps down the hallway heading towards your bedroom.

The crying stopped just seconds afterward, flooding your home with a brief, but overall welcomed silence.

That is, until a voice spoke up from your left,

"He really is good with them, huh?"

You jumped slightly, giving a light squeak of surprise as you pressed a hand against your fluttering chest, as if trying to physically force your heart to slow down.

Sixty, clearly no longer unconscious, was now sitting up on your floor, hands slightly behind him as he propped himself up in order to see down the hallway that his younger brother had just walked through.

It was only then that you registered his previous question and began nodding slowly as you also looked off into the hallway.

"Yeah, he really is. Connor too."

You muttered, wrapping your arms around your torso as you tried not to think too hard about just who you were talking to in that moment.

Sixty chuckled from his spot on the floor beside you, and you just barely resisted the urge to look over to see if his smile looked the same way it had the last time you saw him.

As beautiful and brilliant as ever.

"Well of course Con is good with them, no one ever thought he wouldn't be. Nines on the other hand? I don't think anyone ever thought he'd be interested in the whole family thing."

At that, you turned to face your ex fiance, arms still wrapped protectively around yourself as you looked him directly in the eye intentionally for the first time all night.

"And what about you?"

You asked softly, unable to stop yourself despite knowing what little good that question would do you.

"Me?"

Sixty asked, the chuckle that left him this time around just as humorless as Nines' had been earlier on.

"I think I ended up exactly the way that everyone thought I would."

His expression remained joyful as he spoke, but you could see the anger and pain in his eyes in spite of that, and you felt yourself reaching out to him unconsciously.

"Si-"

"Caiden."

Nines' voice far outmatched yours in volume, and you immediately turned to face him, your hand pressed firmly against your chest once more at what felt like the one millionth sudden intrusion of the night.

However, because of this change in your focus, you never noticed the way that Sixty's gaze neglected to move away from you, not even for a second for most of the time that his brother was speaking.

Nines, on the other hand, was all too aware of this, and was glaring daggers at him even as he continued to talk, the baby on his hip a stark contrast to him as he giggled and cooed contently.

"Do you have any good reason for being here right now?"

Nines questioned, watching as his brother shrugged, his gaze still unmoving even as he replied.

"Not really."

Nines rolled his eyes, scoffing slightly,

"So you just came here in the middle of the night to disturb your friend and her children?"

He asked, his tone venomous.

It was this question that finally got Sixty to look at him, anger evident in his eyes.

"Excuse you, asshole, but that 'friend' is my fiancee, and last I checked those kids are mine too."

He all but growled out, hands clenched into fists as he continued to lean back on them, his upper body just mere inches off of the floor, as if moving forward any further would've taken too much effort or caused him some great pain.

Nines broke out into harsh laughter,

"Oh but is she? Are they?"

He asked, his voice raised as loud as he could manage without disturbing Finley, who was now distracting himself with the buttons on his uncle's shirt.

Sixty glared daggers at his brother, sitting up further upon hearing his words, as if it would make the venom he was about to spit at him more impactful.

"Well she damn well isn't yours, and neither are the kids, are they Nines?!"

He shouted, and you watched as the look in his brother's eyes changed from anger to hurt to hatred in seconds, matching those of his older sibling in all but color.

Sixty seemed to see this too and immediately began laughing cruelly, the smirk on his face so large it was impossible to ignore

"Fuck, that really bothers you doesn't it? You hate that I actually got to say she was mine, and you can't fucking stand the fact that both of those boys are mine too."

Sixty paused to chuckle darkly, and you honestly thought for a moment or two that he was wise enough to stop there after seeing the rage in Nines' expression, but then he just kept going.

"Aww is someone mad because he wanted to be the one to put a ring on her finger and fuck his kids into her? Can you not fucking stand it when you look into Atlas' and Finley's eyes and see me instead of you?"

He paused to cough into his fist, groaning slightly afterward, though that borderline malicious grin never once left his face as he did so.

"Well guess what dip shit, there's nothing you can ever do to change it!"

He continued after a few moments, his eyes burning with a type of rage you hadn't seen him experience since childhood.

But if his eyes were scary, than Nines' were petrifying, slowly filling with this cloudy haze that you were sure couldn't be good.

"You weren't fucking perfect enough, she didn't fucking choose you, and no matter where you go or what you do you'll never be able to change that fact. Those kids are better off with her and her alone and you fucking know it!"

At that, Nines let out a low growl, gently handing you your son before taking two long strides toward his older brother and reaching down to grab him by the front of his shirt, yanking upward until Sixty was sitting fully upright, causing the man to visibly wince as Nines spoke cruelly and clearly, his voice never once faltering.

"No Caiden, that's just what you tell yourself at night so you don't have to admit out loud that it isn't the rest of us that they're better off without, it's just you."

Sixty immediately swung his right fist up towards his brother in response to his venomous statement, but Nines easily grabbed hold of it, forcing it back down to his side as he glared heavily into his eyes.

You held your son close to your chest, watching on in horror until finally, the heavy hate-filled silence was too much, and you opened your mouth to beg them to stop.

Just as you did though, there was the sound of a key entering a lock, and then the door swung open, revealing Connor, whose eyes immediately widened as he took in the sight before him.

You thought he was just going to tell them that they needed to stop the way he used to when this sort of thing would happen, but instead when he opened his mouth to speak, he said something different entirely.

"What the hell did you do?!"

He asked urgently, rushing over to wrestle his youngest brother off of the other before he cursed and pressed his hand against Sixty's side, which you could now see was bleeding profusely, staining his gray t shirt a sickening shade of dark red.

Connor then turned his attention towards you, his expression apologetic and pained as he spoke,

"Sweetheart, I need you to call 9-1-1 for me right now."

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[bitbybitwrites]

For the au + trope + prompt game maybe:

12. babysitter!au + 4. meet messy + 27. “that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

But no pressure!

OK, in true fashion, this one totally got away from me. I can't even try to pass it off as a super long drabble. It's mutated into a full blown ficlet. Ooooops.

But I guess the combination got me inspired. I kind of went literal for the meet messy trope - maybe it works? 😂

Anyway, here's 1,366 words for you, @annepi-blog

******

The last thing Blaine Anderson expected that night while delivering pizzas was to meet the love of his life. 

He wasn’t expecting too much, to be honest.  Most of his shift had gone as usual.  But his final job for the evening found Blaine with his arms filled with a rather impressive food order when he knocked on the door to a swanky Upper West Side apartment building.  

“B Side Pizza,” he announced loudly, though the apartment owner should have been aware of who he was.  The imposing doorman in the lobby had called up to warn them.

The muffled sound of high-pitched shrieking, which then quickly changed to an ear-splitting loud high-pitched shrieking, assailed Blaine once the door was opened.  Behind the other side of the door was a very exhausted-looking but ridiculously handsome man.  His chestnut hair fell heavily over one eyebrow, apparently fallen out of some formerly impressive style that Blaine could kind of see the echos of.  His clothes seemed on trend but were very rumpled, and Blaine thought he could spy a small handprint in neon green paint that grazed the right hip of some extremely tight skinny jeans.  A smudge of the same paint was also on his chin.  He doubted the man was even aware.

Blaine was in trouble.  

One look at this man and Blaine was positive that he was in love.

“Thank god,” the disheveled angel said when he saw Blaine.  “Pizza is here!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“Pizza!”  A group of younger voices screamed in excitement.  Apparently, the prospect of food was enough to stop the rest of the caterwauling.

The man ushered Blaine into a lavish apartment, directing  Blaine towards a kitchen that could have been plucked right out of Architectural Digest.  It was gorgeous to look at (not unlike the homeowner), but Blaine doubted it ever had any use.

“You can put everything out here.” The man waved his hand at a long marble-covered counter. Blaine nodded and began unpacking his delivery tote as he watched the man dash out into another part of the apartment and shout: 

“Barbra!”

“Joan!”

“Streisand!”

“Yes, Uncle Kurt?” A trio of childish voices replied in a sing-song fashion.

Kurt sighed loudly. “Can you please clean up your mess, wash your hands, and come sit down to dinner. . .please?” the desperation in Kurt’s voice was so very clear.

“That’s two pleases, Uncle Kurt.” 

“That’s me asking really, really, really nicely, Streisand.“ Kurt said back, a forced smile on his face, his voice sounding strained.  “I ordered dinner from your favorite place, just like your parents told me to.  Let’s get going, ok?”

Kurt returned to the room, where he promptly collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs surrounding the table and dropped his head into his folded arms.  “I am never doing this again.” Blaine could sort of make out.  Kurt’s voice was very muffled.  “Or at least not without reinforcements.”

Blaine’s eyes softened.  “Babysitting duties?” he asked.

Kurt raised his head and sighed.  “This is seriously giving me doubts about my capability to be a father in the future.

Blaine laughed at Kurt’s forlorn expression.  “I’m sorry.  I felt the same way once I started watching my brother’s kids.  Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. I promise it gets loads better.”

“Triplets.  My best friend had triplets, and I am nothing if not a pushover.” Kurt moaned.

A heartbreaking wail - or maybe it was another screech, Blaine wasn’t exactly sure, came from one of the other rooms.  Kurt’s face dropped into an expression of utter horror and disbelief as three young children came barreling into the kitchen, covered head to toe in smears of neon pink, green, and yellow paint.  One of the little girls had her hair covered in the paint, and she apparently was the one wailing the loudest.  Her eyes were screwed shut as she blindly flailed her arms, sobbing, and crashed face-first into Blaine.

“Uncle Kurt!  Streisand put paint in my hair!” The little girl continued to wail as she wrapped her arms around Blaine’s waist and buried her face into his stomach, subsequently smearing more paint all over him.

“Streisand!” Kurt cried out, whipping around to look at a not-so-apologetic 6-year-old boy who was still gripping a tube of neon pink paint.  Streisand looked almost ready to squeeze the remainder of the tube onto his other sister’s hair but second-guessed himself once he caught Kurt’s stern glare.  He dropped the tube like a hot potato and at least decided to look chagrined.

“Um, sorry, Uncle Kurt?”

Kurt continued giving the child a death glare.”That shouldn’t be a question, Streisand.  And I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

“Sorry, Barbra,” Streisand said. “Really, really sorry.  But you do look pretty with pink hair. You said you wanted pink hair.”

Barbra hiccuped loudly as she wiped her face onto Blaine’s shirt. “I like pink, but I wanted to do it myself.” Barbra then pulled back, surprised: “Wait, you’re not Uncle Kurt.”

The other little girl looked at Blaine suspiciously.  “Who are you?  Are you Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend?”

“Uncle Kurt, you’re not supposed to bring boyfriends over. Mommy said so.” Streisand said.

Kurt turned beet red, and Blaine had to smile again at the absurdity of the whole situation.  “My name is Blaine.  I’m not Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend . . .”

“Do you want to be?  Do you like Uncle Kurt?” 

‘He’s cute.  I think he should be your boyfriend, Uncle Kurt.”

“He’s ok, Uncle Kurt. But if you like him, you should make him your boyfriend.”

Kurt groaned.  “OK.  No more talking about boyfriends or my lack thereof.  This was supposed to be a nice, calm, quiet evening. ��Why don’t we do some finger painting?’ I said.  ‘It will be fun,’ I said.  Who was I kidding?“ Kurt parroted himself from earlier in the evening and then rolled his eyes as he looked back to Blaine.  “That was a very bad idea on my part.  0/10 would not recommend.”

Blaine chuckled.  “Well, the paint is very . . it is bright and festive and fun . . and um, if you had a black light - it would glow in the dark.”

“What?!” screeched Kurt.  “Where did you get that paint, Streisand?”

“Mommy and Daddy’s room. In the table by the bed.”

“Oh god,” Kurt mumbled.  “I don’t want to think about why they have that in their bedroom.”

Blaine snickered.  “Why don’t you get the kids cleaned up? I’ll keep the food warm in the oven for you.” he tossed Kurt a charming smile.  “Consider it an extra perk of the delivery process.”

“Thank you so, so much. “ Kurt gasped as he began dragging Streisand and Joan out of the kitchen by their arms.  “Barbra, come on.  Leave Mr. Blaine alone, and let’s get this paint out of your hair.”

Barbra followed reluctantly.  “Will you still be here when we come back?” she asked Blaine.

Blaine knew what he wanted to say, but he hated to intrude on their little evening.

“I don’t know.  I think it depends on your Uncle Kurt.” Blaine confessed.

“Uncle Kurt, pleeeeeeeeease can Mr. Blaine stay?” Barbra whined.

“Yeah, can he? Uncle Kurt, can he?” Joan chimed in.

“Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay.” Streisand began to chant loudly.

Kurt rolled his eyes.  “Yes, Mr. Blaine can stay.  We have to get him out of his clothes too.”

Blaine coughed and tried to suppress another laugh.  “Well, I usually get a first date before that. . .”

 Kurt sputtered and blushed again.  Blaine was beginning to find it totally adorable.   “I meant to change clothes,” Kurt tried to explain.  “Because paint . . and . . there’s a washer and dryer in the apartment . . oh and fuck  … I’m just going to go now before I say something else stupid.”

As Kurt pulled the two kids he had in hand down the hallway towards the bathroom, he could hear: “Ooooooh … you said a bad word, Uncle Kurt.”

A ton of giggling.

And then a small pink-haired covered face popped back into the kitchen doorway.

“So you’ll stay?” Barbra asked excitedly.

“I’ll stay. I promise.” Blaine told her.

Barbra squealed in joy and ran back down the hallway.

Oh yeah, Blaine was in so much trouble now.

*****

NOTE: If you haven't figured out yet, yes, these are Rachel's triplets😂

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

[littlehaize]

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Markus, Simon, Daniel, Connor, Connor, CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Upgraded Connor | RK900, North, Josh, Kara, Luther, Carl Manfred, Leo Manfed, Emma Phillips, Caroline Phillips, John Phillips, Hank Anderson, Rose Chapman, Adam Chapman

Pairing: Markus/Simon, minor or background relationships

Summary:

Markus let go off Simon’s back with the hand that stayed before and held out his pinky towards him.

“I promise to find you.”

Timidly, Simon wraps his pinky around Markus’ with the hand that is not again wiping away tears, sniffling not so quietly as he responds.

“I will wait for you.”

That's what they swore. Unfortunately, life happens and sixteen years later, Simon doesn't remember that promise he made at six years old.

Additional tags:

Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - University/College, Carl Manfred is Markus's Parent, Daniel & Simon (Detroit: Become Human) are Twins, Emma Phillips is Daniel and Simon’s little sister, Connor & CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60 & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Connor & CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60 & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Triplets, Hank Anderson is Connor and cyberLife Tower Connor | Rk800-60 and Upgraded Connor | Rk900's Parent, Rose Chapman is Kara's Parent, Fluff, Cliche, Lots of cliche, Slow Burn, No Beta We Die Like Connor, (And it's scary please save me), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change

[sturnioloho]

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