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

[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.

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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]

𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰<3

୧ everytime gavin invited spink to a party he happened to be out of town. finally, the dates aligned, and gavin begged spink to go. (who was spink to not give in?)

୧ it didn't take long for gavin to immediately get out a stash of coke and enough alcohol to poison a family of five.

୧ an hour or two in, spink shoved gavin out of the house, threw him in his car and drove him home. what's a dui? gavin always comes first. (even if he's at a .75)

୧ one led another and gavin's snorting coke off his chest in their bed while spink presses his cigarette bud against him and watches his eyes roll back.

୧ the night is young, and ages far before they're done. three condoms and one new pair of bedsheets later, they're laying against eachother. gavin's arm reaching out to keep spink against his chest.

୧ the morning after is quiet, filled with stolen glances, long kisses, and gentle touches. gavin gets up first to make breakfast (a tv dinner) for the two of them and spink sneaks off so he can get ready to leave.

୧ gavin catches him and frowns. spink pulls him back into bed for a few more kisses before getting out with a promise of coming back.

[leighcest]

sawtober day 1: lesson<3

It had taken Adam thirty minutes to realize his screaming wouldn't work. That no matter where jigsaw was, he wouldn't answer his pleas.

"You god-complexed fuck! Let me out! I'll be better, I promise!" He screamed so loud that his throat was dry, and it hurt more than the bullet lodged in his shoulder.

"Please! fuck! I'll do anything!"

When Adam wasn't screaming, he was thinking. About Lawrence. Diana, Allison. But his mom and his dad. About his brothers. About his death.

He screams died down into soft sobs and pleads for his life. Begs to prove his wrongs right. Rants that turned into reasons he deserved to stay alive, offering anything he had to scrounge up. Money, silence, anything.

Around the fourth hour, Adam begins to realize no one is coming to save him, and no amount of screaming can prove that he's learned his lesson. He was alone in the dark, left to rot in this room that reflected every mistake he had ever made. The last thing he'll ever she is the regrets and what could've been of his miserable life.

[leighcest]

“ now, how many men have you kissed? ”

“ very few. ”

“ but you offered me a kiss? why? ”

“ such a foolish reason, i'm afraid. i just... wanted to kiss you. ”

[leighcest]

intro post — ༄

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hi! i'm juno/gavin. minor, he/they/she, womankisser!! i'm not nearly as cool as i make myself out to be so never be afraid to interact <3!! i'm suuuuuper hyperfixated on saw/leigh whannell (can you tell?). just here to write and have a good time so dni if you're a dick <3.

more info under cut.

media i like:

saw, cooties (2014), the mule, insidious, juno, the perks of being a wallflower, resident evil, silent hill, the last of us, grey's anatomy, it 2017, + more!

music i like:

adrianne lenker, jose gonzalez, the crane wives, radiohead, the smiths, noah kahan, gracie abrams, harry styles, hozier, + more!

[leighcest]

let me clarify once again:

1. YES. I do headcanon that all the Leigh characters are siblings.

2. YES. I also headcanon that in other universes maybe some of them are dating eachother instead of being siblings.

3. NO. leighcest does not exist and is not even a THOUGHT when i hc them as siblings.

4. LEIGHCEST =/= INCEST.

[leighcest]

chainshipping week day 7: free choice<3

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as always, credits to @/mychem1calbr0mance for the prompt week!! song is sailor song by gigi perez<3!!

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"i saw her in the rightest way, looking like anne hathaway."

adam would definitely worship lawrence and vise versa

"laughing while she hit her pen and coughed"

guys this is my favorite headcanon but adam deffo would have a vape LMFAOOO lawrence would HATEEEE it.

"begging, 'baby would you please do the things you said you'd do to me?'"

i've seen so many of you horny fucks write submissive adam/lawrence with this line so don't even PLAY when i say this is them

"won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? and when you get a taste can you tell me what's my flavor?"

this line is so deprived gay man who has shoved all of his homosexuality down and then this random man comes and makes him throw it up. them being eachother's first queer relationship makes me just. Ugh. NEVER FORGET WHAT WAS TAKEN FROM US!!

"i don't believe in god, but i believe that you're my savior."

apprentice!lawrence who has a savior complex and non-apprentice!adam who's still waiting for the saving to kick in (or adam waiting for lawrence to come back.)

"my mom says that she's worried but i'm dripping in this favor. but when we're getting dirty i forget all that is wrong."

homophobic parents. for adam, kicking him out and getting angry at him (see original script) or lawrence, threatening to send him to a christian conversion camp. then finding solice in eachother.

"i sleep so i can see you, 'cause i hate to wait so long."

again this one just screams adam waiting for lawrence to come back for him.

"she took my fingers to her mouth"

kinky chainshipping... save me.....

"the kinda thing that makes you proud that nothing else had ever worked out"

lawrence who stays up at night wondering if he did the right thing all those years ago. if leaving alison was worth it to be with this man who was ten years younger than him who he loved more then life itself.

"and maybe i've tried other things"

adam who is a GIANT substance abuser.

"but nothing can capture the sting of the venom she's gonna spit out right now."

TOXIC. CHAINSHIPPING. thats all!

"i can be the cat, baby, you can be the mouse."

toxic chainshipping again, chasing eachother over and over.

"we can go forever until you wanna sit it out"

gay marriage wasn't legalized until 2015. 14 years after they met.

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that's all:3

[leighcest]

chainshipping week: day 5 (trope)<3

prompt week credits to @/mychem1calbr0mance!! <3 ilysm ronnie.

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Adam tucked a hair behind Diana’s head. “Goodnight, stink. I love you so much.” He pressed his lips against his daughter’s head. “Lawr and I are gonna be in the other room, ‘kay?” 

The brunette nodded slowly. Her night light was on, her door was open, and the closet was checked three times. Adam got up and began walking away before pausing at Diana’s soft voice. 

“Daddy.” She said sleepily.

He looked over. “Yeah, pumpkin?” Adam planted his hands on either side of her arms. She blinks. Her eyes are wet andAdam swears by everything his heart genuinely stops.

“Pumpkin,” Adam whispered. “He’s not gonna hurt you. Okay? Daddy made sure of that. Lawrence made sure of that. No one will ever hurt you again. Do you trust me?” 

Diana looked up at him, the empty look in her eyes he was so familiar with. But then, a crack of a smile and a nod. “Can we go to the store tomorrow? Larry said he’d buy me Pokemon cards.” She looked over at Adam, grinning wildly. Adam sighed jokingly. “Goodnight, stink.” He repeated. “I’m down the hall. Always.”

He cracked her door and made his way to the bedroom. He collapsed against his boyfriend’s chest. The older man chuckled. “Rough night?” The blond stroked his hair. “I need you so, so bad.” Adam roughly yanked his own pants off, smashing his lips against Lawrence’s.

A squeak fell from Lawrence’s mouth as he sunk into the kiss, slowly taking off his own clothes. The two grinned against each other's mouths as Adam moaned softly while his boxers got pulled off and thrown under the sheets. 

As their bodies heat up against each other and gentle touches become loud moans, Adam clasps a hand over both of their mouths. “Shh. Shut up.” He whispered as gentle feet pitter against the floor. Adam slips his boxers and ducks into the bathroom just as his door opens. Diana’s head pops in. “Lawrence? Is my Dad in here?” She whispered, climbing onto the bed and into his lap. The blond smiled gently. 

“Yeah, Diana. He’s… going to the bathroom.” Lawrence whispered, stroking the younger girl’s hair. “Did you have a nightmare, princess?” Diana looked down before nodding. At this point, a fully dressed Adam comes back out. “Hey, stinker. You botherin’ Lawr?” 

Diana flung herself into Adam’s arms, the waterworks starting up. “Daddy.” She whined. “Can I sleep with you and Larry tonight?” She begged, flashing him the puppy dog eyes he could never turn down. Lawrence looked over and smiled at the interaction, a tint of red spreading over his face.

Adam pulled her against his chest. “Yeah. ‘Course you can, pumpkin.” The brunet put his daughter against the bed and tucked her in as Lawrence turned to sandwich the girl.

“Goodnight, you two,” Lawrence said. Adam spooned the girl. Usually, he’d be upset if Diana interrupted their personal time, but he couldn’t help but feel whole as the three of them lay in this bed.

“G’night. Love you.” He whispered back. 

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[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

[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.

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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 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]

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]

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:).