#seamus writes

[hopeless-eccentric]

rotating my ocs in my brain rn. the protag of the story I’ve been slowly updating to ao3 is this classic 50’s detective dude (kind of at the end of the hard-boiled era) who’s up to his neck in internalized homophobia and actively lying to the reader by omission the whole time…like the homme fatale love interest is not, in fact, some kind of sexy bond-girl-esque figure, he’s just a guy the protag has decided is a fatale of some sort because of the detective’s own trust issues, internalized homophobia, and underlying mental health issues (especially paranoia as related to PTSD)

love a character who thinks he has a black and white mental justice system but can’t rationalize his own grayness and thus thinks of himself as simultaneously worthless and always justified. AND hes a sub

anyway please talk to me about this story/read it as it posts on ao3!

[a-boros-named-seamus]

As the Citadel fell around him, Shepard thought about the Normandy. About every member of his crew. About Kaidan.

🎵 “It started out as a feeling,”

He remembered meeting the man, just before Eden Prime. Fighting aside him and Ash, with him on that last desperate sprint to the Conduit.

🎵 “Just because everything's changing, doesn't mean it's never been this way before.”

And then there was Alchera. Promising Kaidan he would be fine just as soon as he got joker to a pod. Struggling to breathe as his suit vented into the void.

🎵 “Now we're back to the beginning,”

And then there was Horizon. That terrible day. Kaidan looking at him like a traitor, a puppet dancing to the Illusive Man's tune, had broken something in his heart that he hadn't known was there. He thought of Kaidan when he destroyed the Collector Base

🎵 “But just because they can't feel it too, doesn't mean that you have to forget.”

Mars had been... hard. He had desperately wanted Kaidan to trust him again, had tried so hard to convince him, but there was little time for talking, and he wasn't comfortable baring his heart in front of Liara and her obvious, unwelcomed, crush on him.

Nevertheless the pain in his heart drove him to try. And it had been working, step by step.

🎵 “Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.”

And then Eva Core had tried to collapse Kaidan's skull. He'd barely been able to tear him away from Kaidan's bedside, let alone sleep. And when he had slept, his dreams had been full of the words of the dead. The Vista of the Citadel's wards arcing out if the Widow Nebula had been as beautiful as ever, but it had been hard to think about anything but the paramedics EDI had called to meet them in the docking bay. Watching them take Kaidan away had filled him with a profound sense of dread.

🎵 “It's just a feeling and no one knows yet,”

"Maybe some things get better with age"

"Or maybe you have"

Kaidan chuckled. "Are you flirting with me, Commander? Wait, wait! Don't tell me. Let me live in the illusion"

Shepard's heart had skipped a beat there. He'd been going out on a limb and kaidan had been happy. Had encouraged him.

There was still an ache deep within his heart, but it was closing.

🎵 “You'll come back when it's over,”

Kaidan lowering his gun there on that Citadel had healed that secret hurt that he'd been nursing since Horizon. Their conversations on Mars and in Huerta had helped, but this one absolute moment of trust closed it forever, leaving naught but a memory.

🎵 “And then that word grew louder and louder 'til it was a battle cry,”

That date, that 'sanity check' at Apollo's Cafe. It had been... oh god it had been perfect. They'd both danced around the subject, just a bit, but in the end they'd come together and stuck that way.

And later, at the car lot, when he'd been running from CAT-6 and relying on his barriers and wits. He'd walked through a door to find Kaidan standing there in his armor and toying with mercs, and his relief, adrenaline, fear, and love had all mixed together to make that tableau the single hottest thing he had ever seen.

🎵 “All you can do is try to know who your friends are as you head off to the war,”

His thoughts went to that last party on the Citadel. All of his living crewmates had been there sharing moments both raucous and quiet. It had done his soul good. The cracks that had started with abandoning Ashley had finally begun to close. His favorite part had been the morning after. He'd woken up next to Kaidan and gone on to find his crew enjoying the morning quiet.

🎵 “Let your memories grow stronger and stronger ‘til they're before your eyes,”

The last memory was that of Kaidan coming up to his quarters just before the assault on Cerberus. Good drinks, a good talk, and even better sex. It had been the perfect night, even as death's specter loomed.

And then, he returned to present.

🎵 “Which then grew into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word,”

Just breathe. He repeated it to himself over and over, his cybernetics straining to keep him alive beneath the rubble. He could see teams searching the wreckage, but couldnt call out, because he had to focus on breathing.

He'd managed to tap into every eezo nodule in his body, pushing his biotincs to their limit on order to break his fall and keep himself from being utterly crushed, and it had still been just barely enough. But there was hope for him yet

As he started to slip away, he heard rescuers drawing close.

"Call the Normandy. We found him alive"

🎵 “No need to say goodbye,”

He awoke to several familiar sensations. The rubbing of soft sheets. The scent of flowers. Warm sunlight on his skin. A monitor beeping in time with his heart.

"Shepard?"

Kaidan was there next to him, holding some sort of report and looking dreadful. He also looked beautiful. Like the dawn after a long, cold night.

They spent a few quiet moments of relief together until EDI, who had of course hacked the hospital to keep an eye on his heart monitor, ushered everyone in. Or, well. All of them that could fit in a private hospital room.

The rains had passed, a beautiful new day had dawned, and they were all here to see it.

[practically-an-x-man]

I have a loose fragment of poem/song lyric I wrote with mostly Vivienne and Wojchek in mind. Not sure how well it fits, but I thought I'd send it to you.

My bride she is a storm on the sea I know some day she'll be my grave My life I know is hers to claim before some day I join her waves In the deep my soul will be With my siren of the sea

I live my life on all its seas I find salvation in its grace I hear its voice deep in the night it keeps my heart from evil's fright the devil won't find me as I roam as she swims near ship and home

I speak with it when I'm far from shore it sings to me to stop my wreck I seek her out upon the sea she joins me on an empty deck On the ship that I call home In her grasp where I belong.

OH MY GOODNESS this is so perfect for them!!! You really captured their dynamic so well, and writing it as song lyrics makes it even more fitting for their story and their relationship! It's genuinely so perfect for them, I can't stop rereading it!

You really captured Vivienne and Wojchek so well, thank you for sharing this <3

[souptastical]

loving the mood of my current chapter im rewriting from one in 2021:

✨️Gryffindor Dorm, 1994✨️

Harry, a bit drunk: "guys ive got a fucking ace idea lets do this rlly fucked up thing i thought up while manic"

Dean: *smoking a cigarette, helping with idea but wishing he had normal mates*

Seamus: *nodding along excitedly, has no rational thought ever*

Ron: *going along with Harry's dumb shit, so if he dies they die together*

[t1oui]

writing 8th year is actually kinda fun. also as much as oblivious ron is funny ron being the only one who knows what's going on is way more entertaining (in my opinion)

[mournfulroses]

Seamus Heaney, from a poem titled "Roots," featured in Contemporary Irish Poetry

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

"I cannot be weaned / Off the earth's long contour, her river veins."

~ Seamus Heaney, "Antaeus" from Death of a Naturalist (1966)

[solisitude]

microfic: touch

| drarry | sfw | 741 words |

Touch was special to Harry.

At first it was terrible, coming from a household where every touch was violent and love was rare. 

Hogwarts changed that.

Ron would throw his arm over his shoulder after a quidditch match and Hermione would fall asleep on his shoulder while they studied late. It was odd, but soon it became as easy as breathing.

Soon touch became the way Harry would communicate. He'd lightly shove Seamus with his shoulder and press his knee to Luna's when he'd sit on the floor with her to listen to her daily rants. He'd kiss Hermione's forehead before she left a room and tug on Ron's clothes to get his attention. He'd make sure that he was always touching someone at some point. 

Harry Potter was not a boy who was shown a lot of love through touch, but he expressed it oh so generously. 

When Draco and Harry became hesitant friends in 8th year, Harry was nervous. 

The war had not ruined his affinity for physical touch as a means of comfort, in fact, it may have exacerbated it. 

But Harry did not know if Draco liked to be touched and with a friendship so rocky, he wasn't willing to risk it. 

But like all things with Draco, everything just sort of clicked. 

When they sat together for lunch in the great hall (a fact that made Harry giddy with joy for some reason?) he found Draco sitting close enough that their arms pressed together. 

When they sat next to each other in class, Draco's leg would be close enough to brush against his every now and then. 

When they sat on the couches in the 8th year common room, all of their friends sitting together, squashed up on the couches, Draco and him would sprawl all over each other, limbs entangled and unbearably comfortable. 

All in all, Harry loved it. 

It was when they started dating that it all came to a crux. 

It was their first year out of Hogwarts, and with Draco beginning his time consuming journey of training to become a potions master, a relationship was the last thing that you would assume could work out. 

But they made it work, they always do. 

Harry didn't care that Draco had odd hours because he had to sometimes check on potions at weird times in the night, he didn't care that sometimes Draco would spend entire afternoons reading on potions textbook or the other, he didn't care that sometimes Draco had to cancel plans last minute because his mentor was an utter ass and had Draco running at his beck and call. 

It should have bothered him, especially as early as it was into their relationship as it was, but it didn't. 

He didn't care because when Draco got back from his odd hours he would always kiss the crown of Harry's head, and get back into bed, going back to spooning him like he never left.

He didn't care because when Draco spent entire afternoons reading, he always did it on the couch next to Harry, his legs curled up next to him and his body leaning into his, and afterwards he would kiss Harry and thank him for being so patient with him. He didn't care because everytime before he got back from his mentor he would kiss Harry on the cheek, and hug him, tightly, promising that as soon as his internship was done he would never cancel plans again because he knew how important stability was for Harry. 

Harry was never that good with expressing how he felt, but he loved Draco Malfoy, and he expressed that very clearly. He expressed it in the way he linked their pinkys together. He expressed it the way he hugged Draco from behind when he made coffee in the morning. He expressed it in the way he swung their hands when they walked anywhere. 

And Draco loved him, oh how Draco loved him. 

Draco loved him in the way he let Harry bury his face in his neck when he was cold. Draco loved him in the way he put his arm around Harry's chair when they went to pub nights with their friends. Draco love him in the way he pulled him close when they were dancing. Draco loved him.

Touch was everything to Harry, it was how he loved and how he wanted to be loved.

And oh, how he was loved.

[crvngefrvll]

Someone should rewrite The Cursed Child with Dudley having a magical child and the adopted children of Finnigan-Thomas as students in Hogwarts-!! Please 😔🙏

AND ALSO, MAKE SCORBUS CANON. PLEASE.

[cobrakaisb]

🍺with adam fantilli?

based on the song no hands by waka flocka flame

"what song is a must play for you?" rutger asked, looking at you over the rim of his red solo cup. you were currently in a heated game of cup pong at a party at the hockey house. the teams were you and seamus versus rutger and luca, and to be quite honest, seamus was not carrying his weight. regardless, you moved to take the shot while also answering rut's question, "no hands."

"girl what?" seamus asked, finally paying attention. "girl what?" you repeated, "it's such a banger. the second i hear the opening, i want to get up and dance." "on your boyfriend," luca teases, and the other guys laugh. "yeah, on my boyfriend. sorry that you don't have one," you snap back, sinking the ball into the cup.

"sorry that luca doesn't have what?" adam, your boyfriend, asks as his arm wraps around your waist and head rests on your shoulder. your hand reaches behind you, patting his cheek gently, as you answer, "a boyfriend." adam laughs at your response, kissing your cheek affectionately. "of course he doesn't have one, he's too busy third-wheeling us," adam teases. "oh ha ha. at least my partner isn't obsessed with no hands," luca replies, taking a sip of beer. "no hands? what's he talking about?" adam asks, looking at you, but instead of explaining your given a sign from god himself.

listen to this track. girl the way you moving, got me in a trance, dj turn it up, ladies this yo jam.

"oh my god. adam, let's go dance. please? y'know it's my favorite," you beg, already leading him away from the cup pong table. "i know babe," he answers, following you as seamus pats him on the back.

[hopeless-eccentric]

Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Original Work Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s) Characters: Original Characters Additional Tags: Detective Noir, Screenplay/Script Format, Murder Mystery, Audio Drama Script Format, Trope Subversion/Inversion, Internalized Homophobia, suspects to lovers to something far far worse, Homoerotic Bandaging Scene, Hurt/Comfort, Trans Male Character, Femme Fatale, Homme Fatale, everyone's fucking fatal, Moral Ambiguity, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, general criticism of american policing, Cruising, Trans character by trans author, Unreliable Narrator, Red Scare, its 1955 and youre a closeted gay private eye and you lowkey want your client Summary:

Roger Sheridan is a tough-talking, hard-drinking LA private eye. He's a real son of a bitch. As a confirmed bachelor in law enforcement, he learned to get mean quick--whether he wanted to or not.

The year is 1955, 10 since he got home from war and 7 since he got kicked off the force. It's winter, and the rain just won't let up. He'd get bored if it weren't for the newest case to land in his lap: a slain patriarch, a fallen starlet, and their prodigal son, all woven together in an ever-growing web of Hollywood scandal, intrigue, and blackmail. It would be a welcome distraction if that prodigal son weren't so nice to look at.

HEYO SHE’S DONE BABY! thank you to everyone for your kind words and support throughout the writing and publishing process :) if you ever have any thoughts or want to ask a question ab this, my ask box is always open and i have so mnay citations on why i wrote this the way i did lmao

[tales-of-whales]

Hi there! I decided to try to complete the @yearoftheotpevent challenge and populate Q/Alec Trevelyan tag to the best of my ability!

For February, here is the strange one: Q digs Alec out of the mud!

(and lets him stay. obviously!)

[what-even-is-sleep]

thinking about Bodkin again bc I mean,,, ALL THE SYMBOLISM OHHHHHGH. i NEED some tumblr film analysis hobbyists to watch this show and tell me all the themes n such

[l1lyfl0w3r]

I desperately need a fic with a 'fake lovers' trope but where they don't fall in love.

For example

Ginny x Dean

Where Dean x Seamus is the actual ship

But Ginny wants Harry to be jealous, and Dean wants a way to forget about Seamus.

In the end Dean x Seamus start dating after Seamus gets upset and confesses.

Ginny gives up on Harry. Harry realises he likes Ginny after the fact. Maybe they end up together in 6th year, maybe not.

Canon compliant as much as possible but also not at the same time. Iykyk, I don't even know tbh

I will probably have to write this myself, unless someone wants to do it for me.

[souptastical]

Sneek peek to the rewrite of Chapter 21 of the first part in my main series: "Shock & A Straggler" now has more excitement, despite not needing any lmao.

The Boyz™��� about to pull some marauders type shit rn

[nicohischierz]

the perfect wingman: seamus casey

tagging: @ivy-34, @hzstry8, @francesfarhardi, @cixrosie, @heartz4hisch, @trevs-swiftie

it was a running joke in the team that seamus was the perfect wingman.

he would try chat up a girl but lose out so bad that when one of his friends came to ‘save him’ they’d end up with the girl they wanted.

and today was no different.

except this time, seamus was brought along in the hopes of accompanying the girls friend. the florida native followed luca, adam and gavin as they approached a group of four girls.

the three other boys had immediately been approached by a girl who they seemed to have conversed with before.

seamus however, thought he was striking out again as the other girl had her back turned to him with her phone out.

“i am so sorry about that, i had to help a friend out,” the girl explained as she turned to face seamus.

seamus was at a loss for words. there’s no way you were standing in front of him.

“seamus casey?” you asked.

the boy nodded as you brought him in for a hug.

“h-hi y/n, you look great,” he complimented.

seamus was nervous. well more nervous than usual.

“i was wondering how long it’d take before i see you again. i thought i’d have to go down to yost,” you joked.

“i mean you could text me in instagram cause you know we follow each other,” he muttered.

you smiled at him and handed him your drink which he gladly accepted. you were shocked that seamus was still the nervous boy you remembered, you thought being a hockey player he’d be more confident.

“so what are you doing here?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

“well, my friends have been chatting up some of your teammates and i guess they mentioned being here,” you replied.

it took seamus a while to figure out that you played the exact role he did with his teammates. but he couldn’t understand why.

you were the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. he loved the way you tied your hair to get it out of your face and the way you payed full attention to whoever was speaking.

“how come you’re stuck with me shea? i thought by now you’d have a lovely girlfriend who you’re mad over,” you asked.

seamus shrugged.

“i guess people don’t like guys who can’t string two sentences in front of them,” he tried to joke.

but all it did was make you sad.

“hey, i know this ice cream joint like two blocks over, so you wanna go?” you asked.

seamus nodded immediately and the two of you headed towards your friends to say goodbye.

“y/n?!” gavin exclaimed, bringing you in for a hug.

you returned the gesture and quickly explained that you and seamus were going out to have ice cream. the other six nodded and went back to their conversations.

the one night of ice cream, turned into weekly ice cream runs.

which then turned into movie night and ice cream.

and then movie night, ice cream and monday breakfast.

it was during one of your movie nights that seamus finally had enough courage to ask you out. you wasted no time bringing the boy in for a kiss, leaving your movie unattended.

the two of you managed to keep your relationship a secret for months but finally decided it was time to tell everyone.

“are you shea?”

“it’s now or never,”

and with that you pressed post and switched your phone off, cuddling into your boyfriends arms.

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not even two seconds later, gavin barged into seamus room with luca and rutger in tow.

“what the fuck!”