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[leighcest]

he's all i'm thinkin about!!!

[leighcest]

this fic has such a special place in my heart, as it was my first of vivi’s fics and the first time i interacted with my most lovely mutual! sooo i decided to break this down a little and maybe add something of my own… mwahaha. anyways i did this instead of my english homework so enjoy.

ok! let's get into it! lots of yapping under the cut!

“maybe there's more to your fashion choices than what he considers a faux pas.” this line was literally the reason i clicked on this lovely, lovely fanfiction.

“I’m not drunk. I’m just…” you sulk. You would have sold the act too if it wasn’t for a sleepy jerk of your head. You always get sleepy when you’re, “...tipsy.”  Ah, there it is.

UGH THIS LINE. violet when i find you!!!!! ugh. your writing is so. fucking. lovely. it’s just a lovely line and actually has inspired a line in me, you and coffee!

Watch for abnormal movement in your fingers. You start fluttering them like you’re Tinkerbell.

this is so very silly but i do this too… i don’t know if i just started doing it after reading this or if i just realized, but i was losing balance while dancing and did this. vivi how could you do this to me.

His thumb rubs circles on your ankle as you swallow. His knee’s freezing over, almost attached to the sidewalk by now, but your mouse-quiet confession glues him to the spot.

UGH. my heart. would absolutely kill for this. the way you write leon is just so. ugh. i don't even know! you’re insane.

Of course, you’re right. They’re the very same Christmas heels that so rudely interrupted his enjoyment of your mom’s to-die-for lamb roast. Leon’s also sure that they’re the ones that got repurposed on New Year’s Eve two years back. He had to kiss you under the table next to the girls chowing down grapes, and it’s a lot less romantic when half of them shoot you death glares while they’re wishing to not spend Valentine’s Day alone again. Come to think of it, Leon hasn’t had grapes in a while.

this line is so stupid i love it so much. leon’s thought process is so human and sweet. i don’t know.

A snowdrop tear rolls down your cheek. “I didn’t buy them. You did, for me. I love them. Love you.” You sniffle so sweetly, your cheeks still candy-apple red as he wraps your scarf tighter to keep you from catching a cold on his account. But it’s not enough to distract Leon from the fact that he bought you these shoes? Oh no, no, no, you’re nodding as Leon’s face freezes into a horrified grimace. He’s responsible for the Heels from Hell? “Sweetheart, I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He takes your hands in his as your lower lip wobbles. He feels just awful. “It’s Christmas because I get to spend it with you, okay? Heels or no heels.” “You mean it?” “Those damn things have nearly sent you to the hospital, of course I mean it.” And finally, finally, you smile. Hark! The herald angels sing. 

ok i’m so sorry for copy and pasting a bunch of text but i am foaming at the mouth and sobbing just so horrifically. violet. vivi. violet with 5 a’s. vaaaaaiolet. you cannot do this to me. writing this one your period is insane because i was on mine and this made me cry so hard.

You look down and stifle a giggle. “Leon, you’re frozen to the sidewalk.” “So I am. Ow.” 

UGH HE’S SO STUPID I LOVE HIM 😭😭.

Leon thinks he’ll go online shopping once you fall asleep. For less dangerous Christmas heels, sure. But also something else. Something shiny. He really didn’t mind being on one knee for you.

no one will ever understand how this little paragraph ruined yet healed me. like. ERGH. jesus fucking christ. i am waiting every day for a part 2 💔.

um ok! that's all for my little dissection. i’m just gonna make a little drabble because i need to or i may combust.

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New years parties weren’t anything to write home about. It was fun to get drunk off of champagne and vodka soda. It was nice to stumble in heels too high to be intoxicated in. 

You had snuck off with Leon, pulling off your do-up, having your makeup that you spent an hour on ruined, messing up your hair. Fireworks blared in the background as you pulled off his shirt and laid on whoever’s bed. The crumbled cotton sheets lay beneath your weight as you breath against his chest.

Moonlight shines through the window as both of your breaths slow. It wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught. Gentle fingertips hover with a ghostly feel over Leon’s pecs, dragging to his abs. He looked down at you, meeting your eyes and sucking in a breath. His baby blues looked at you like he saw his entire universe in them.

“You’re gorgeous.” His bass, silver voice turned soft. The two of you bask in the warmth of your love. “You must be drunker than you think.” A gentle chuckle emerged from your throat. Leon shook his head, looking slightly offended. He sighed, raking a hand through your hair. 

His free hand clasped into yours. Fireworks boomed far away and people began to cheer at the TV. “Any resolutions this year?” your low mumble filled the silence of the room. Leon hummed lowly.

“Mm.” He sighed. “Wanna settle down. Start getting life in order.” A rough, calloused hand rakes through his blonde locs. A drunken giggle made his cheeks grow warm as he laughed with you. “It’s true!” He emphasized.

Pink ran across both of your faces as grins plastered onto your mouths. “I think that may be mine too.” You agree. Leon sucks in a breath. People start counting down from thirty. “Good.” He got up to grab his pants and dug through his pockets. 

10.

“Le? What are you doing?”

9

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while. Whether I knew it or not.” Leon smiled, grabbing something and leaning on one knee.

8

“Oh my god.” you whisper in disbelief.

7

“I think you know what I’m getting at here.” Leon cleared his throat and opened the box. A ring shone inside of it.

6

“Oh my god!” you sit up.

5

“Is.. that a yes?” His boyish grin widened as used a hand to scratch his neck

4

“Yes!” Leon jumped up to hold you.

3

“I can’t believe this. I’m going to cry.” Soft tears drip from your eyes with a soft beam.

2

“I love you so, so much.” His husky voice whispered.

1

“I love you more.” You reassure before connecting your lips

0

Happy New Year.

It's Christmas Eve and Leon can't quite wrap his head around his drop-dead-gorgeous girlfriend's need to be 4 inches off the ground, but maybe there's more to your fashion choices than what he considers a faux pas.

f / m, established relationship, tooth ROTTING fluff, the barest baby twinge of angst and surprise ending ehehehe. also, super short!

word count: 898 // read on ao3

a/n: christmas in july oh my lord. tmi i'm on my period and i've had lover by taylor swift on blast for 3 hours :( give your girl a break and pretend my dividers match

this fic belongs to sketches for my sweetheart the drunk, a collection of bite-sized fics to stretch out my writing muscles :) i hope you enjoy!

“No, sweetheart, the- no, the buckle comes off the other way.” 

If he were a lesser man, Leon would be laughing his head off at your flushed cheeks and bleary pout. You were going to do this right here, right now, plunked on the frozen stoop of your front door, mere steps from the warmth of your apartment. 

“I can take off my own shoes! I bought them my- hic! -self.”

“You did, sweetheart, “ Leon soothes as he gets down on one knee, “and I know you can take them off fine, but you weren’t drunk when you bought them, were you?”

“I’m not drunk. I’m just...” you sulk. You would have sold the act too if it wasn’t for a sleepy jerk of your head. You always get sleepy when you’re, “...tipsy.” 

Ah, there it is.

Your toes are a half-frozen cherry red as Leon unclasps the buckle adorning your beloved heels. 

There’s not much Leon can do about your affinity for heels, even in the winter, so he grew a sixth sense for detecting falls around the time you almost tripped headfirst into the Christmas table at your parents’ house. You haven’t quite put together yet why he’s so on his toes when you wear stilettos, but Leon is okay with that. Batman never reveals his identity and if this is how he keeps Gotham’s urgent cares a little less occupied, so be it.

The fact of the matter is that Leon has perfected his method to three steps:

Watch for abnormal movement in your fingers. You start fluttering them like you’re Tinkerbell. Like you’re trying to take off from the ground and fly right back up to heaven without him, and he can’t have that just yet.

Assume position when you start laughing too hard at his jokes to distract from the fact that you’re about to fall. You never laugh at his one-liners (the best he’s ever gotten out of you is a giggle and that was on his birthday). 

Engage nearest mode of rescue the second your eyes start flitting around in search of a place to land. 

But above all, the one condition that puts him on red alert is when you’ve been drinking. His sweetheart is a complete lightweight. 

And tonight, you’d had too much fun at Claire’s Christmas dinner.

It takes a little longer than usual for Leon’s icy fingers to undo the buckle on your other shoe. “The mulled wine was that good, huh?” he asks, his lips curving into a smile as he looks up at you and your crossed arms.

He gets a hmph! in response.

“You look beautiful. You always do, it’s just…could we maybe save the ankle-breaking shoes for when the ground’s not frozen over?” 

The frown flies back on your face within seconds. His peace treaty’s gone south. “But Leon, they’re my Christmas heels! I always wear them on Christmas.”

Oh, he knows. 

“That’s why they’re Christmas heels,” you point out. 

Of course, you’re right. They’re the very same Christmas heels that so rudely interrupted his enjoyment of your mom’s to-die-for lamb roast. Leon’s also sure that they’re the ones that got repurposed on New Year’s Eve two years back. He had to kiss you under the table next to the girls chowing down grapes, and it’s a lot less romantic when half of them shoot you death glares while they’re wishing to not spend Valentine’s Day alone again. Come to think of it, Leon hasn’t had grapes in a while.

“It’s not Christmas if I don’t wear them,” you mumble. 

You don’t sound so sure of yourself. 

Leon’s plea deal might be back on the table.

His thumb rubs circles on your ankle as you swallow. His knee’s freezing over, almost attached to the sidewalk by now, but your mouse-quiet confession glues him to the spot.

“I lied.”

“These aren’t your Christmas heels?”

A snowdrop tear rolls down your cheek. 

“I didn’t buy them. You did, for me. I love them. Love you.”

You sniffle so sweetly, your cheeks still candy-apple red as he wraps your scarf tighter to keep you from catching a cold on his account. But it’s not enough to distract Leon from the fact that he bought you these shoes?

Oh no, no, no, you’re nodding as Leon’s face freezes into a horrified grimace. He’s responsible for the Heels from Hell?

“Sweetheart, I just don’t want you getting hurt.” He takes your hands in his as your lower lip wobbles. He feels just awful. “It’s Christmas because I get to spend it with you, okay? Heels or no heels.”

“You mean it?”

“Those damn things have nearly sent you to the hospital, of course I mean it.”

And finally, finally, you smile. Hark! The herald angels sing. 

“Let’s get you inside.” Leon smiles back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’d have gotten up too if he hadn’t suddenly come to a comical stop, his left knee still perpendicular to the ground.

You look down and stifle a giggle. “Leon, you’re frozen to the sidewalk.”

“So I am. Ow.” 

You lend him a helping hand as the two of you stumble inside the warm apartment, and Leon thinks he’ll go online shopping once you fall asleep. For less dangerous Christmas heels, sure.

But also something else. Something shiny. 

He really didn’t mind being on one knee for you.

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[leighcest]

"No matter how many times Lawrence reassured Adam he would come back, Adam knew he wouldn’t. Lawrence seemed to know this too, despite the looming denial in his gut. He felt the need to make it up to the man. Maybe that's why Lawrence Gordon is letting this man, who he just shot, kiss him like he’s the air around him."

I just woke up from a dream where I wrote chain shipping fan fiction and this is all I remember

[leighcest]

Me, You, & Coffee- That's all I need!

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1.2k words

claire redfield x fem!reader

tropes: f/f , hurt / comfort , wlw , claire probably has depression or atleast anxiety , angst , fluff , fall fic , love , happy ending , suggested smut

note: hehe my first fic!!! so scary.... rb/likes are appriciated!!! huge thanks to @/vaaaaaiolet for proof reading this!

tags: @rigorwhoring @vaaaaaiolet @angelstargel

The cold air nips at your cheeks, giving them a red hue. Leaves blow around your feet, and the shout of the coffee shop bell rings as you leave. Your chai latte sits in your mouth as you treasure the flavor, deep in thought. Claire hasn’t joined you today or any time since you last got home. You can’t blame her. 

After her mission a few weeks prior, she hasn’t been acting like herself.

You had come home to your girlfriend with a broken arm, not a scene you expected to return to. She had calmed your concerns yet never stopped working, only making an exception for sleep. 

Now, as you gently knock on her office door, Claire mumbles a soft invitation. Her hair, the same color as her bloodshot eyes, was messy. She had been wearing the same red tank top for a week now. Her eyes never diverted from the screen or her bulletin board. You weren’t even sure she knew you were here. Should you call out her name again? 

“I, uh, got your coffee for you, Babe.” You place a gentle hand on her back and kiss her head.

Your heart aches for her. Almost all her hair had fallen out of her ponytail. As you set down her coffee, she smiles and grabs your hand before pressing a soft kiss into the back. You smile at the tenderness before realizing she is continuing to do her dead, thousand-yard stare. As your smile faltered, you noticed small things that had changed in her appearance recently. Her freckled skin had gotten more pale, and her makeup looked old. These small details pushed you over the edge.

“Claire, are you okay?” You crouch to her side. She nods, humming quickly. “You… you look pretty zoned out.” 

Claire keeps her distant look, the one you’ve become oh-so-accustomed to when she comes home from a grueling mission. Claire begins to divert her eyes from looking at the floor. When did she start looking there?

“Claire? Baby?”

She blinks. How long was she zoned out for? Claire pushes her hair back and wipes her palms on her black jeans, the soft denim brushing against her pale skin. 

“Yes, sorry.” She blinks to register what happened in the minute she was zoned out, meeting your concerned look. “Sorry. One more time?” She quickly glances at her work before giving you her undivided attention, clearing her voice.

“I was just saying I got coffee for you,” you repeat with a nervous smile and tensed brows. The small sympathetic act was enough to bloom a smile on Claire’s face.

“Oh. Thanks, sweetheart.” She replies, a faint smile on her face. 

You nod. You can tell that Claire noticed your concerned expression because she furrows her brows and fights off a scoff. 

“You don’t have to be worried about me or anything like that,” she snaps. 

“I’m just…” The words die in your throat. 

The redhead knows her outburst was unneeded, a small guilty expression forming on her face. Lingering eyes make Claire have a migraine. 

A sigh claws its way through your throat. “I’m gonna make lunch,” you manage to shove out, “If you want some.”

Claire nods awkwardly. “Okay.” She looks at you until you look away, then disappears into her work again.

Wobbling into your humble abode, expecting to see Claire waiting for you, you moaned in pain. The lack of your girlfriend proved you incorrect. You knew she had returned from her mission, but maybe she hadn’t? Fear flooded your body as you heard a noise from Claire’s study. 

You pulled out your gun, opening the door to see your beloved girlfriend attempting to work with one hand in a cast.

Before you get the chance to say anything she groans and gets up, revealing herself to you.

“Hey, you’re home!” The redhead smiled, going to hug you as best as possible. 

Her skin felt freezing! She had been wearing a tank top and underwear with the window open on a cold autumn night. You watch as guilt drains into her face.

You blinked at her red sling. “What happened to your arm, babe?” 

A sigh came from her throat. “I, uh. Kinda got thrown into a wall.”

The color quickly drained from your face. “You what?” was the only thing you could mutter out.

“I’m fine now, don’t worry. It's just inconvenient.” 

You bit your tongue. Your reflection appears in Claire’s red spectacles. Your nose is bruised and stained red from blood.

“Do you want to go take a bath? Or shower?” you prompt, both of your usual healing methods after missions. 

Claire rubbed her eyes, clearly overworked. “No, it’s fine. I have some work to finish anyway. Maybe tomorrow?” Worry had bubbled into your chest. 

You hadn’t given it much thought, to your dismay now. Dread had eaten you up. As you stare at Claire now, your throat closes up. Jerking awake, you immediately notice the cold bed.

You manage to get Claire out of the house with the promise of a:

“Coffee/Study Date?” She furrows her eyebrows. 

“Yeah! It’ll be fun.” You chirp back.

The cold air nips at both yours and Claire’s cheeks, giving them a red hue. Leaves blow around your feet, and the shout of the coffee shop bell rings as you leave, connected by your shared scarf and tightly clasped hands.

The two of you sip on the costly coffee you had purchased to make her smile. There was a cartoon character on top drawn in creamer.

As Claire sips her coffee, the wind blows stronger, blowing cream onto her nose. She looks up at you with a sad expression before back down at her coffee. A small giggle expels from your lips at the sight. Claire glares at you.

“Don’t laugh. I spilled my coffee.” Claire whines, leaning into you and bunching up your scarf. “My latte art!” She frowns and complains jokingly. You know you’d buy her a new one in a heartbeat if she asked.

You coo and kiss her on the cheek for condolence, “You’ll survive.” 

Claire laughs, This is the biggest (read: only) smile you’ve seen from her since you got back. She squeezes your hand softly three times. Warmth trickles into your chest, temporarily battling the cold outside. You hum tenderly.

You try to ignore her paranoia, constantly checking your surroundings and flinching. 

Sniffling fills your ears and concern is etched onto your face. Her big, blue eyes look at you, beginning to water slightly. You grab her coffee and set it down on a bench nearby before engulfing her in your arms.

“Hey, hey,” your voice softens, “what's wrong, baby?” 

Claire sniffles in response. She grabs onto you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.

You can’t find words. With precision and gentleness, you redirect the two of you to the bench with her coffee. Her voice trembles and breaks along with the facade of the strong, independent woman you know so well.

 “‘M so, so sorry.” Claire sobs into your shoulder, tears dribbling down your scarf.

Your hand goes to her back to rub it softly. “You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. I need you to talk to me, though.”

“This mission was supposed to be easy. I just needed to build schools and hospitals. But then I discovered more and dug myself farther into this shitty hole I made. I feel like I dug myself into my own grave.” You listen and hold your girlfriend as she cries. “And then when I got home I just have this… this urge to finish it. And then I started to stop acting like myself and I ruined everything we had and I-” 

You look at her, hot tears rolling down her ruby-red cheeks. “You didn’t ruin anything, baby. But I’m gonna need you to take a few deep breaths for me.” Your hand snakes its way up Claire’s frame to cup her face. Shaky breaths make themselves noticed. You ignore all the weird looks and flip people off.

Claire whispers, barely audible over the rustle of trees. “I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention.” 

“Don’t be. I knew you were going through something. It’s not an excuse, but I knew it was out of character. I’m not mad. As long as I have our coffee dates I'm fine.” Your calm, gentle voice and small giggle lull her into a reassured space. 

“I’ll take you on a fancy date. Maybe give you some special dessert after.” Claire teases, and it is then you realize you are in for a long night.

However, it’s the first time in a long while that your bed is warm, and you know it will stay that way.

note: HAII!! if anyone has tips on formatting lmk cause this is the first time I've really done it! i mainly used ao3 before this. thank you for reading and again thank you SO much to vivi for proofreading:)

[leighcest]

chainshipping week day 3: song<3

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song: in a week - hozier (inspired by this fanart by the lovely @turnipoddity). prompt week by @mychem1calbr0mance<3

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Blood soaked and seeped into Adam’s… well, everything. The doctor was softly sobbing against him. His family was gone, and now he would die in Adam’s arms. 

The two had an unspoken chemestrial bond, a trauma bond, a pact of comfort, and something more. They both knew what it was, but the words bubbling were shoved down. Adam brought a shaky hand up to rake through his hair. The phone stopped going off a few minutes ago. Lawrence couldn’t crawl over.nHe was too weak, and he knew it.

“Shh. I’ve got you. I got you, Lawrence. Just… take a deep breath. You’re not gonna be alone. I’m here.”

In his shock, Lawrence had mumbled about how scared he was of dying alone. He gripped onto Adam’s blood-soaked shirt. He wiped his tears and dragged them along the back of his ears and his neck to replicate sweat.

Adam tried not to think about what he would do after Lawrence died. It had only been an hour. If he squinted hard enough, he could see the clock. He knew it was coming. His pulse was slow, and his breathing sounded different. It scared him.

“Yo-you’re doing so good, Lar,” Adam whispered, trying not to get teary-eyed. 

“Ali? Is- is it you?” The blond croaked out. As hard as he tried, a tear fell onto Lawrence’s hair as Adam nodded. He couldn’t do this. Why did it have to be him? “U-uh, yeah. It’s me, sweetheart.” Adam choked out. “I’m here. Right here. Just me and you.” 

The younger removed his hand from Lawrence’s hair and placed it on his cheek. He bent down, pressing his chapped lips against the doctor’s forehead. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before pressing more ginger kisses onto his face. “Adam?” Lawrence croaked, the last of his strength. He hummed in response, biting back the embarrassment of not knowing when Larry suddenly realized it was him. “What’s gonna happen next?” He whispered.

His head leaned against the wall. Bile fought its way through Adam’s throat. “I don’t know, Lar.” Adam laughed softly. “We’ll stay here for hours. Maybe for years. And they’ll find us in a week. When it gets hot, and the insects have made their claim.” 

Our bodies intertwined. So still. So discreet. Adam thought.

Lawrence seemed content with this answer. “I’m going to let go now.” He said calmly. Adam pulled his limp body into his chest. “Okay.” He nodded, tears spilling. “It was- it was a pleasure, Larry.”

The eldest’s hunger appeased, his drive gone, his need to live gone, his heartbeat slow. “Two corpses we’ll be, two corpses I saw,” Lawrence whispered, his breathtaking one more inhale before blowing out and stopping. 

A shallow sob ripped through Adam’s throat.

The hours blurred into days of kissing Lawrence’s corpse, huddling him to warm him once again. The smell of rotting flesh was unbearable, even more than the pain in his shoulder and the unsatisfiable hunger in his gut. He looked down at Lawrence, guilt pooling into his body. Then over at Zepp. Then at his own arm.

Starvation it is. He thought. The color was gone from Lawrence. The sight of Zepp kept causing him panic attacks. The last time Lawrence moved was to grab Adam’s shirt and cover the corpse. 

Oddly enough, around the fourth day. A feeling of peace overtook him. He knew that meant he would die soon. Adam was ready. Oddly enough, curled into the dead body of a man he had known for eight hours and dying from a bullet wound (among various other things) had led Adam to a feeling of home. Comfort. He closed his eyes, only opening them one more time to get a good look at Lawrence. Heavy footsteps pounded down the hall. As Adam closed his eyes, he knew it would be the last time he would see the world around him. 

His arms pulled Lawrence closer. I’ll be home with you.

[leighcest]

i don't smoke (except for when i'm missing you.)

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1.7k words

adam faulkner-stanheight x lawrence gordon

tropes: m/m, hurt / no comfort, mlm, ghost!adam faulkner-stanheight, slight headcanons, trans!adam faulkner-stanheight, slowburn(?), they're in love they just don't realize it, no happy ending, angst, religious mention once, chainshipping, suggested divorce between ali and larry, lawrence is an apprentice, canon timeline, not betaread we die like adam faulkner-stanheight

note: the title is a reference to the song i don't smoke by mitski! uh yeah! please enjoy:). posted on my ao3.

tags: @mychem1calbr0mance , @st4rcryptid

Every night had the same premise. Lawrence goes to sleep, dreams about Adam, and wakes up.

Tonight is no different. Lawrence is sawing his leg off, but it never comes off. He’s just pressing the blade against his leg and sawing. When he blinks, he has a gun pointed to Adam. Lawrence tries to stop himself from firing it, as if it would change what really happened. But it doesn’t. He puts seven rounds into Adam this time.

Adam looks so young. So painfully young. Because he was. The most youthful he had ever looked. Larry thinks about how that was the youngest and oldest he’ll ever look. And Lawrence took that away from him. Took him away from his parents, his friends, his siblings (if he had any). He murdered Adam. Shot and left him to rot. Took away his life. And now he’s gone. Because of Lawrence. He looked petrified.

He blinks one more time and Adam is bashing in his skull instead of Zepp’s. He looked even younger, even more afraid. and with that, he jerks awake.

His temples are near-exploding and his sheets are soaked. Lawrence’s chair is just far enough it’s painful to grab it and as he collapses in it, his will to shower is now gone.

A ghost dripping blood blurs his way into Lawrence’s vision. A gnawing feeling of guilt curls itself into the blond’s gut. It bubbles and hardens into a deeper feeling similar to rage. At himself, at Adam, whoever his mind can reminisce of. Somehow, Adam dissipating into a soft smoke makes Lawrence’s grief worse.

Lawrence tries to convince himself that Diana is sleeping in her room across the hall, to fill the lonely empty inside of him. It doesn’t work. He knows that Diana is at Alison’s with her new boyfriend. He knows it’s just him. Alone with the ghost of his most guilt ridden victim following him.

The shower dulls the ache in his head and the warmth consuming him like the fires of Hell themself. His foot aches, despite the fact it’s alone, rotting in a bathroom with the decaying corpse of Adam. John hadn’t told Lawrence to come in, so he has all day to pity himself.

His hair drips water down his back that makes him shiver. He can feel Adam’s presence (or the lack thereof) in the room with him. Lawrence wants nothing more than to call out. To scream at him. He closes his laptop and shoves his work to the side.

An empty balcony clouded with smoke is Lawrence’s favorite place as of recent. The sting of cigarette smoke reminds him of the irony of his job. The irony of it all. He’s a cancer doctor, who’s smoking. He’s a doctor who saves people, yet couldn’t save the one person that mattered most. He’s supposed to save people, yet he kills them in his freetime.

“Larry.” Adam chirps out. He’s smiling. “Thought you didn’t smoke?”

Lawrence’s face pulls into a mix of annoyance and longing. He sighs deeply before thinking of a response. “I didn’t. And then I did. Simple as that.”

Adam seems to take this answer before the corners of his lips quirk up once again. “You’re kinda pathetic, y’know?” He smirked like the Joker himself possessed Adam’s facial muscles. “I mean, really Lawrence. Smoking for someone you knew for six hours before you killed him? You didn’t even know me.”

“Exactly. I didn’t know you. Nobody knows you. You told me you were alive and nothing, and you were right.” Lawrence had to pause when he felt bile creep up his throat. “That’s why I feel guilty.”

That reasoning shuts Adam up quickly. Lawrence swears he heard the boy mumble a soft apology before sitting down. “I don’t blame you. I know that… Everything that happened was for a reason. I know that. I know that whatever happened to me was for the better.” He started. “I would have done the same in a heartbeat. I wish someone would have done that for me.” Adam chuckled, but it sounded more sad and pathetic than happy. Then again, everything Adam did was sad and pathetic. John was right.

The younger sits down and looks over at Lawrence. “Are you actually a ghost or did I make you up?” The blonde whispers. It was supposed to be to Adam, but came out like he was talking to no one in particular, and maybe he was. Adam hums in response. “I’m whatever you want me to be, handsome.” He winked. The older man clearly was not thrilled with this response. Adam could tell. He made a noise adjacent to clearing his throat. “Anyways, what I’m trying to say is that I’m not mad at you. Y’know, just… don’t leave me alone wondering where you are.” Adam said softer now. His smirk had melted into a soft and genuine smile.

Lawrence didn’t like how it tugged at him. He rubbed his eyes and put out the cigarette he was smoking, before staring blankly over the balcony as he nodded at Adam’s previous comment.

Paperwork was boring, and that’s all Lawrence could really do except for sleep. So he slept.

When Lawrence opens his eyes, Adam's decayed face floods his view. He's not stupid. It's been two months, he wouldn't look this dead. His jaw is eaten away and his body is pale. Adam's skin like the moonlight reflected off his window.

Lawrence squeezes his eyes closed. When he decides it's been long enough, he unclenches his body. His eyes slowly open. Adam is laying on his side, and his hand is propping up his head.

The older man desperately tries to cool the warm, tingling feeling that Adam's shit eating smirk is causing him.

"Hey, doc." His whiny voice pierces Lawrence's ears. Adam's voice to Lawrence is like a whistle to dogs or the wind humans used to hear. Lawrence feels his throat desperately constrict as he begs it to swallow his shame. "Adam. It's far too late for this."

He's still not sure if the Adam that's in his nightmares is the one haunting him, but he tolerates them both, so why fuss?

Adam stays silent, simply observing Lawrence and seemingly admiring the empty pit he leaves in Lawrence's stomach. His smirk transformed into a softer, more playfully smirk. "Sick of me already? Jeez, Lar, no wonder you left me."

A sour taste other than smoke fills Lawrence's mouth. "Don't call me that." The man said sternly, trying to hide the meek shame in his voice. Lawrence let out a breath he was holding. Talking to each other felt like walking on eggshells. Or landmines.

Looking over at Lawrence, the shorter stays unmoving. Just taking slow and deep breaths. He blinks. Adam is gone, the only remnant being a dent in Lawrence’s pillow, and the faint reminisce of a “sorry” on Larry’s lips.

Remembering Adam is cold. Touching (or the lack thereof) the ghost of Adam is colder. Lawrence is currently hugging the air, gripping it like a vice. His arms are loosely hung around Adam’s neck, and his nose is digging into his collarbone.

This is extra humiliating, because Lawrence is hovering over the air because he can’t touch Adam without his skin ripping through his hands and into the air he breathes.

Adam’s shirt is cotton. It’s soft and wet and soaked in blood. Lawrence tries to grip it but he watches as his wounded shoulder puffs into gas before resolving back. This makes the blond feel worse.

Ugly sobs rip painfully through Lawrence’s throat as it tries to close to ward off the whines and cries. He cries until he thinks he might throw up and some more after that.

He resists the urge to slam his fist desperately into a wall until his knuckles are shreds of skin and muscle. As he clenches his fist where Adam’s hair would be, the ghost whispers shushes to him. Promising he isn’t angry anymore, that Lawrence shouldn’t be either. Lawrence swears up and down he feels ghostly hands sliding up and down his back. The eldest gasps harshly for air.

Lawrence can’t remember the last time he’s cried like this, surely before Diana was born. Maybe even before Alison and him met.

“You’re fine, Lawrence, Jesus Christ!” Adam whispers, unsure of what to do. “Just take a deep breath… let it all out. I can take it… I can take it. I can take your anger, I’ll keep it safe inside me.” If Lawrence knew any better, he would think Adam was speaking gibberish. However, at that moment, Lawrence listened, leaning against Adam and wailing. He wasn’t even sure why. He drove his fist into Adam, even though he couldn’t feel it.

“Yeah, that’s it. If you need to be mean, you can be mean to me. Just lean on me as you break my heart.” Adam said softly, listening as the other tried to mumble stupidly about how he was fine. “Oh, don’t fucking bullshit me. If you were fine, you wouldn’t be crying and punching a ghost.” He scoffed to which Lawrence scoffed too.

The doctor didn’t have the strength to fight back, so he just let himself weep against Adam.

“I want to know more about you, Adam.” Lawrence said, scribbling his signature on various pieces of paper. The brunet perked up.

“What do you want to know?” He smiled up at Lawrence. “Anything.” The eldest whispered.

Adam looked up at the ceiling. “Well, I grew up catholic. I dropped out of highschool. I wanted to be a vet. I took up photography because it was the only thing my brothers weren’t doing. Oh, yeah, I have twelve brothers, I’m the youngest. I overdosed on depression medicine when I was nine. My nose bleeds randomly. I can’t really sleep. I’ve always wanted to fall in love.” Adam listed random items about himself.

Lawrence hums in response. He tries to get choked up. “What about you?” Adam asks.

“I also grew up catholic. I wanted to be in the army growing up. I tried to take my life at 19.” The silence after that was tense enough from Lawrence to make the quiet awkward and calm enough from Adam to make it nice. Lawrence thought before responding again. “And, I’ve also always wanted to fall in love.”

note: rb & comments are always appriciated 💛

[leighcest]

SAWTOBER DAY 3:

HUNGER.

(massive trigger warning for cannabalism and gore. you have been warned.)

Hunger was Adam's single enemy.

 

The gnawing in his gut got worse as the days went by, until eventually it was louder than his screams.

 

Saying he didn't think about the body in front of him was a lie. Animalistic instincts and a need for something to fill the devouring sensation bubbling in him threatened to take over.

 

Just far enough he has to reach, and just close enough he can. The mental struggle of his actions was worse than the hunger itself.

 

He examined the body. Brains, blood, and bits of skull everywhere. Adam felt sick, and it didn't take long for him to promptly throw up acid in the bathtub. He's not sure how there's still enough content in him.

 

Zepp's skin is discolored. Cold. When Adam pokes it, it is somehow stiff and loose at the time. Sharp, rough breaths are thrown out of his mouth. Cries exit his sore throat as a bitter taste fills his mouth. Adam's not sure if it's the metallicity of his blood from biting his lip or the later. The sensation was enough to make him hurl over.

 

Rinse and repeat.

[leighcest]

chainshipping week day 1: precanon <3

Lawrence slammed his front door and slid down slowly. He put his hand to cover his face before bringing them up to rake through his stringy, laid down blond hair. A ticking sound goes off to his right.

He jerks up, looking around. Jesus, he’s going crazy. Lawrence sits up. He needs a coffee. Walking to his car makes gravel crunching sound weird. He listens to the soft clicks and crunches under his shoes. His head is pounding. Listen, marriage is supposed to be a team effort and Lawrence was definitely putting in his fair share. Alison needs to stop taking his words out of context.

The slam from the car door was too loud for his own preference. However, that brief bubble of annoyance went away when Lawrence felt the hair on his neck stand up. He looked back. His key slips into the hole to fit into the ignition. 

Two miles seems a lot longer when you’re angry. And when there's nothing good on the radio. Lawrence ignores his pager going off again. Carla can wait. 

He orders a medium iced latte with whole milk, two sugars, and vanilla creamer. The barista looks at him with what he assumes to be shock but comes off as irritation. Lawrence sighed. His button up felt tight as he sat outside to sip on his coffee. Clicks go off in the distance and Lawrence convinces himself that he needs to get hearing aids, despite only being 46. He gets up. If Carla pages him one more time, he’s going to get in his car and drive off a bridge.

A scrawny brunet moves closer. He is hauling a camera. Lawrence is glad he doesn’t have his wallet on him except for his $2.50 change. As he’s walking, the other man trips, spilling his coffee on Lawrence before looking panicked and running off. The blond is thankful he has a spare blue button up in his car for a shift he was supposed to cover.

Oh well, what’s fifteen minutes more late? She could definitely wait.

(credits to @mychem1calbr0mance for the prompt week!)

[leighcest]

i proudly present the whannell family tree!!!!

IN ORDER OF AGE: (stars mark if they're twins/triplets)

-Clement (The Pardon)

-Doug (Cooties)*

-Steven/Specs (Insidious)*

-Matt (Keep Watching)

-Axel (The Matrix)

-Larry (The Bye Bye Man)

-Spink (Death Sentence)

-Gavin (The Mule)

-Neil (Doggie Heaven)

-David (Crush)

-Matt (Dying Breed)**

-David (Saw 0.5)**

-Adam (Saw)**

Specs definitely had to raise them because Clement was studying like 24/7 to be a lawyer and Doug is.... Doug. Yeah. If I forgot anyone don't tell me because there's already 13 of them. Can't believe they're all gay and/or trans!

when people write about adam being brothers with specs and david can we PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE add Doug Davis from Cooties? I think he’d be the best addition to those brother fics and i would lose my mind

[leighcest]

dating daniel matthews headcanons for anon<3

-post trap he began to attempt to better his life, absolutely petrified of being put in another one.

-he meets you when he's scraping gum off the desks for community service hours, and he swears to god, you are the most gorgeous man he has ever seen

-daniel awkwardly makes his way over to introduce himself before asking for your myspace

-when you two start talking, he burns a CD for you (of strictly wrath of the gods and nirvana/deftones) but the first letter of every song spells out "date me" (he's classy like that).

-obviously, who could turn this loser down? you said yes and he turns up to your house less then ten minutes later panting and holding a bouquet of ripped weeds and wildflowers. it's sweet.

-pretends to smoke so you'd think he's cool (DARE got to him. he's deathly afraid.)

-cries about his dad to you. a lot.

-loves to brag about his style and how "he's not like other guys". he's a 2005 version of a 2024 "nice-guy". he's actually very sweet though.

-loves loves loves to hold your hand. feels like the most special guy in the world when you're nice and affectionate to him.

-has nightmares so when you two spend the night together he'll stay up and play video games with you until you fall asleep and will be sweet and lovey covey and tell you he loves you (he's too chicken to say it while he's awake)

-if you're ever bullied for being gay (remember, its 2005) he'll beat the shit outta whoever said it.

-you surprised him with WOTG tickets because he hasn't stolen in a year (it was 10$. really not that special.)

-can't skate, but pretends he can. will cry if you call him a loser.

-no matter how many times you tell him off for it, he'll bully the shit outta people on AIM and myspace

-wants to be scenemo SO bad but he's a loser. settles for teenage dirtbag.

-can't stress this enough. he is the sweetest, sweetest, sweetest boy(friend) to ever exist. loves to be cheesy and stupidly cute when you're alone.

-tries to sneak out of his window but falls flat on his face. this happens all the time. like.. ALL THE TIME..

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ok!!! hope u enjoyed <3 finished in one day!!! I did it!!! love u anon:) hope you liked it + have a great day!

[leighcest]

SAWTOBER DAY 3: HAUNTED

He sees him everywhere. Out of the corner of his eye, Adam is always there. The reminder of his sins, the shards of remnants of everything he had done.

It lingered like a bad omen or a sickness in the winter.

Lawrence was always acutely aware of him no matter where he went. The bathroom was the one place he could be free from the watching judgeful eye thats trailing over him.

Adam could be an angel sent to watch over him, but Lawrence is plenty familiar with the glare in his eye. The poision Adam spits when he speaks one word sentences to him.

The bitter agony and resent tucked behind his irises, only aware to Lawrence.

His translucent skin, a constant reminder of his absent promise to save him. Lawrence knows Adam isn't happy with him. There's only so far forgiveness goes when paired with curdled vexation. Especially when the man became the sole reason he was gone.

[leighcest]

chainshipping week day 2: first meet <3

To wake up in a bathtub soaked in cold water is a rude awakening. Especially so when you’re chained up. 

The world is cruel. Adam Faulkner-Stanheight did not deserve this. Sure, he’s not the best person. No one is. Maybe he did some shitty stuff but he did not deserve to be locked away; trapped in a room with some stranger! Admittedly, said stranger is incredibly handsome. Adam lets himself take the other in, and he doesn’t think in a million years he could forget those eyes.

Jesus, Adam. Get it together. His ankle and eyes burn, and his head feels like it might explode. Oh god, he really hopes it won’t. Adam wants to scream out for his mom. To burst into tears. He wants his mom to hold him and tell him it’ll all be okay. He wants Jennifer to miraculously find him and run into the room and kiss him and free him.

He yanks on his chain and looks over at the other. His breathing is nervous and labored whilst the blond man keeps his calm and even. He hates it. Envies the other man. He looks put together. Rich. Sexy. …What? 

The man speaks to him and his head is pounding too hard for him to genuinely listen to anything. His brain’s on autopilot “My name is very fucking confused, what’s your name?” Adam snapped.

Jesus, isn’t this guy just peachy? Lawrence hummed. He’s not sure if he’s a teenager or a grown adult. He’s snarky like one, too. The doctor can’t get his mind off of Diana and Alison and he hates it. Do they know he’s gone? Lawrence’s mind barely processes that he’s holding a conversation. 

The man in front of him looks petrified. He feels bad. This is the moment he decides to try his best to keep him alive and well too. Lawrence wants to calm him down, or at least try, until he pulls a tape out of his pocket. A wicked smirk appears on the brunet’s face.

Lawrence fishes around in his pockets and pulls one out too. Listening to the tapes feels mind numbing. He feels out of his body, so much so that when he listens to his own he can’t focus. It’s like he blinked and was playing the tape back. His mind was its own wonder.

He wasn’t totally sure how he could hear such a small detail and be so focused while so distracted.

“Follow your heart.” Lawrence whispered, a twinge of confusion in his voice. What the hell did that mean? Jesus, this is melting his mind. His eyes darted around the room before widening. The other man notices. “What? What is it?” The man, Adam, asks. Lawrences hand points to the toilet.

Fuck.

(credits to @mychem1calbr0mance for the prompt week!)

[leighcest]

dating gavin ellis headcanons for anon<3

-gavin wasnt a commitment guy. he was addicted to drugs, a party animal, a dickhead. plus- his job made it so any future partners could be in danger because of him.

-the two of you met due to hooking up at one of his parties, and then hooking up again, and again, and again, until eventually he asked you to dinner.

-it was nothing special. a local diner, a high-end fastfood place, a bar. he clearly doesn't understand that just because he takes you to McDonald's and fucks you silly after that it's not a good date. Hell, even a date at all.

-but somewhere in that coke addiction, shit attitude, and lack of relationship knowledge, you fell in love. his eyes were pretty, he kissed you goodnight, bought you flowers when he was paid.

-he'd probably cheat on you in the beginning (he was just drunk, and it was once, jesus! get over it.) but the more time you two spend together the closer you get. he shapes himself up. stops doing so much coke and comes home at a reasonable hour.

-in the mornings he'd try to convince you to stay with him a little longer. he's not big on cuddling but he'd do anything for a few kisses and extra minutes lazing around.

-wouldn't be a big fan of petnames towards you (why? he can just call you your name) but would melt if you called him a petname.

-so very very dense. dont ever try the "i'm cold" line because he'll grab you your jacket. However, he thinks he's genius when he tries to yawn and reach his arm across.

-he'd ignore you at parties but would definitely make up for it later (either with kisses and flowers or sex)

-speaking of sex! all of it! constantly! horny ass motherfucker, and wouldn't be shy about it either. definitely a one pump chump (maybe four on a good day, assuming his extensive drug use lets him get it up) but can last a good amount of rounds. very sweet after and would try to get you off to the best of his ability.

-loves being around you in close proximity and would start taking care of his shit when you were around.

-would probably show up to your house drunk or high (or both) all the time. he probably gets really sweet and affectionate when it's just the two of you though.

-can't cook for shit. toast and eggs for breakfast, drugs and alcohol for lunch, microwave meal for dinner. he'd try to learn for the nights you came over, but would probably fail.

-usually he's quite a cocky bastard, but whenever he's with you he can't help but feel a tad less special, like a peasant in a god's existence.

-nights when you stayed over were his favorite. he'd try and cook, run a bath for the two of you, laze around, just let himself be geniune and sappy for once in his miserable life.

-(assuming he went back home instead of getting pushed off a building) he'd probably be wrecked with guilt. you've never seen him cry before, and you probably won't ever again, but that doesn't matter right now because he's crying. he wouldn't mention it in the morning, but he certainly wouldn't forget the sweet words and gentle touches that you gave.

-if he somehow survived with only chronic pain (and lots of trauma) I think cars and heights would be difficult for him. he wouldn't let you see this side of him, but it would be there. if he needed to calm down he'd put a hand over his pulse point on his neck or hold your wrist to feel your own. um. guys. idk. he's not surviving or at least peak life. he'd be paralyzed and basically everyone in his face and body are broken... yeah...

anyways, i've only watched this movie once, so i hope mischaracterize him very much! if you'd like to submit a request please do !!! hope u liked it<3:).

[leighcest]

my daily contribution to the saw fandom

single dad adam! who couldn't afford most of his personal groceries because he bought diana pokémon cards when he went to the store with her

single dad adam! who calls his mom for the first time in ten years to ask about periods so he can help diana

single dad adam! who sleeps on a pullout couch so diana can have a bed

single dad adam! who skipped eating dinner every day for months so he could afford to take her on vacation

single dad adam! who wasted tons of film taking photos of flowers and animals and anything else she loved

i love them so much

[leighcest]

listen to 'this night has opened my eyes' by the smiths while reading!

adam's medical analysis from a teenager who has no idea what he's doing but has internet access >_<.

why does no one talk about adam's injuries after the bathroom trap?

obviously his shoulders messed up, yeah, but what else? well in this hypothetical we'll assume that instead of amanda coming to kill adam it's larry coming to save him. it's estimated that this was three(?) days after the bathroom trap. 

realistically he would be incredibly malnourished and would die from dehydration unless he drank the water from the bathtub/toilet (let's say he did in this au) which would cause him diseases such as sepsis, cholera, e. coli, the such. and if any one of you goes “well! he could have eaten zepp!” i’m not even entertaining that. obviously, sure, he could have, but for my own sake let's say he didn’t. sorry guys i’m not that committed

another reason i don’t think he would eat zepp is because he was barely alive when mandy killed him. his fight or flight kicked in and thats why he went so hard. this motherfucker got electrocuted several times after he was shot. he almost immediately gave up on moving unless necessary. 

his ankle would probably be rubbed raw and sprained. i couldn't find a lot of information about ankle shackling and what it does… so… i’m just guessing at this point. not to mention the fact they’re both barefoot? adam probably stepped on the glass he threw several times​​​. you can hear glass crunching under mandy’s boot in saw three. that's how loud it is.

he would probably need physical therapy. not as much for his leg as larry, but definitely some.

back to his shoulder: assuming he didnt die of shock. adam still has his overshirt from the beginning of the movie. he could have taken advice from lawrence and put that onto his shoulder and stopped his bleeding. but since he didn’t, let’s assume the best solution is losing mobility in his right shoulder/arm. 

adam’s immune system would also be incredibly shit after this. he’d probably be feverish, delusional, etc. when we saw mandy killing adam he looked like he was having delusions.

when adam is killed by mandy he starts coughing up blood (given this was after he hit his head) but we can also argue that this is another side effect? of what, you may be wondering. idfk some problems. maybe electrocution! 

again with the malnourishment i feel like it would be hard for him to eat after this because like.. he’d get sick a lot… i guess…

tldr: adam would be malnourished and unable to eat for a while, his ankle would be sprained and rubbed raw, defo has an infection, no immune system, little to no function in right arm, feet would also get very cut up.

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now, his canon death. let's talk about it, shall we? he got his head bashed in and suffocated. the man threw up his own blood. three things that definitely cause death! i think this is the order it happened since no one can decide. concussion, throws up own blood, chokes on it, since he can’t breath to begin with, he dies from asphyxiation. if we follow matpat’s theory that he faked his death, we can argue back that even if he somehow survived that he would almost 100% die from his concussion or choking on his own sick. 

tldr: adam is dead :(

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also adam wears combat boots. this isn’t important by any means. i just wanted to point it out. and his boxers look hella cool. They’re just polka dots but i like them lots.

anyways guys like and follow for a part two feel free to tell me to add things in reblogs/comments and i will share my opinion. Remember i am not a doctor i’m just a teenager with webmd and a dad who said it was pretty accurate! if ur shot go to the hospital trust. umm yeah:3

[leighcest]

chainshipping week day 4: headcanons<3

prompt week by the lovely @/mychem1calbr0mance !!! 🤍

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-Adam and Lawrence had grown significantly closer together over the course of recovering from their trap. Even getting together romantically.

-When John took both of them in, however, Lawrence started noticing more. Parts of Adam's appearance changing, but most concerning, used needles.

-Lawrence grabs one from the trash (carefully) and confronts Adam, who immediately bursts out into hysterics.

-He lifts up his shirt to reveal two scars under his pectorals. Lawrence's face grows red and shameful. He apologizes with an awkward mutter.

-Lawrence who loves to run his fingers over the scars, the raised skin calming him. Adam, who secretly gets off to it. If only his hand was just a little higher.

-On days when Adam wants to lay in bed, cry, chainsmoke, and forget he was ever a girl, Lawrence comes in to hold him for hours. He'll usually get out of bed at 7, refusing to get back into bed until 8pm. Even now, Lawrence can't stay in bed once he's been up and moving. So for Adam, this is huge.

-Lawrence makes an effort to tell him how handsome and manly he looks, kissing his arms, etc.

-Amanda definitely gave him a horrific haircut the first time btw.

-Adam would also cave and show Lawrence embarssing photos of him freshly transitioned/before he was.

Idk these kinda sucked but I think about trans!adam sm.... so... :3