#scott cord

[jay-wasreblogging]

Goodness me this episode was an emotional journey.

Sherlock solving the case then going to Watson's room to lay in his bed to find some form of comfort, Sherlock's cussing and venting of the case when he realises its revelations would hurt Victor, the moments of intimacy when Watson's speaks about the last memories he has of his father and them laughing together at it, Sherlock revealing the guilt and suppressed memories he has of the principle and the self identity crisis he has because of it?

I cannot even begin to discuss this properly.

[bericas]

okay, fine. then let me go with you. I can figure things out. I can protect you. this time, let me us protect you. (mason hewitt appreciation week 2023: day 1 ↣ favorite dynamic)

[magentagalaxies]

losing my mind at the sheer number of tour vids i took that are just me losing my mind over scott thompson's laptop charging cable which is like 99% taped together frayed ends but somehow still charges fine

[alphacomicsvol2]

Star Wars: Legacy (2006) #40 Cover Art by Dan Scott

[tamtam-go92]

Tuesday

It was an ordinary morning for the Woods, little fights for the bathroom, breakfast and then the kids were off to work. Only difference was, that is was Cord's day off.

Cord: Come on Cherry, we're off to the city. We have an appointment.

Cherry didn't know about that appointment but she had a bad feeling.

When the reached the administration office, Cherry completely snapped. Cherry: This is about Holly, right? What's wrong with my little girl? She's still my little baby. She's alright, ain't she, Cord? Cord: Get a grip! We'll just have a conversation with that hooded crow Voyante.

Cord tried to be civil at first, he wanted to know if Holly was making progresses but he was less than thrilled to hear, that Claire Voyante didn't intend on "curing" Holly's condition. Cord: We're done here, Cherry, let's go home.

Cherry watched her husband storm out of the office. Cherry: Please, Miss Voyante, tell Holly that I'm so sorry and that I still love her. That I'll always love her. It's just that my husband... Claire: Mrs. Wood, you should tell Holly this yourself. I'm sure she would be thrilled to get a call from you. Cherry: That's impossible. Cord checks the itemized bill. When he finds you number there... Claire: Don't worry Mrs. Wood. We'll find a solution for that. Just know, that I'm here to help all females in this town okay? You can also talk to Shonda Watson of the city council. She's really supportive for women that think about leaving their abusive - Cord *form the door*: Cherry, are you coming? Cherry: Goodbye Miss Voyante. Thank you for taking care of Holly.

Cherry couldn't get the conversation out of her head, when she returned home. Not when Cord demanded his "quality time" on his day off and not when she had to prepare dinner for the boys after school.

Ash brought a friend home after school and they got along nice until it was homework and later dinner time.

In the evening Cord approached the boy called Scott. Cord: You've got a pretty far ride, don't you? Sedona, right? Well, then you should probably go and grab your bus. Scott: Alright Mr. Wood, I'll just say goodbye to Ash. Cord: That's not necessary. He's currently using the bathroom. That was a lie, but he wanted that boy out of his house, even if he was the son of Sedona's sheriff. He had to have a conversation with his eldest.

Cord: So, Ash, now that you're not going to college, I thought I could put in a good word in the barracks for you. Ash: Actually dad... I already found an apprenticeship. I'm starting as a dishwasher. Cord: Culinary? You have to be kidding me? Ash: No! Dad, It's my dream to become a celebrity chef, okay? I've got enough that you are trying to dictate me, what my life is about to be like. It's bad enough that I can't go to college, I really wanted to, it's gonna be such an experience that I'll miss. Don't take my dream job away from me too.

Cord was disappointed in his son but it seemed that the damage was already done. Cherry had put her signature under the contract as Ash's legal guardian. He would have to have a stern conversation with her too! But not tonight. She was already drunk again and laid on the couch snoring already...

[kramlabs]

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[aprincenamedakeem]

[willowsfanarts]

just a state of mind - latest artwork

[unclewaynemunson]

It's October when the autumn chill officially dawns over Hawkins. Wayne wakes up to fogged-up windows, and his bones protest loudly when he stretches to get up and make himself some warm coffee. It's too early in the year to turn on the heating; if they start that now, they'll be bankrupt before it's even January. So while the coffee is brewing, he shrugs off the old shirt he uses as a pajama, and puts on as many layers as he'll need to keep himself warm: first an undershirt, then a soft flannel, and then a faded brown sweater that's been sitting uselessly in his closet all through the summer. It's patched up at the elbows to conceal the holes that have fallen into it, but still warm and comfortable, which is all Wayne can really ask for.

'Ed, got coffee for ya!' he calls out when he's changed into his jeans and the coffee is almost ready.

Some muffled noises sounding vaguely like 'lemmesleeeeeep' emerge from the other side of the thin wall.

Wayne chuckles as he turns on the gas, deciding he might as well make scrambled eggs for breakfast; a thinly-veiled excuse to heat up the trailer by using the stove.

'And eggs in a minute!'

Another string of muffled sounds emerges from Eddie's bedroom, 'stoocold' being the only semi-decipherable one.

For a moment, Wayne feels guilty. He knows, deep down, that this is nothing more than his Eddie being dramatic. But that doesn't change his wish that he could simply turn on the heat without giving it a second thought and make Eddie's Sunday morning just slightly more comfortable. He doesn't care about the chill in his own bones, he's had worse. He doesn't care about the condensation on the windows, that is now changing into thick droplets that are gliding down to the windowsill, leaving traces of soot in their wake. He's not even sure if he'd ever want to live in a real, proper house. But the one thing he does want, is to get his nephew through the season warm and comfortable without having to count every penny.

Eddie finally emerges from his bedroom, with only his head peeking out of the blanket he has wrapped himself in, and a sleepy look in his eyes. The phone starts ringing just as Wayne greets him, and Eddie, who's closer to it, shuffles towards it.

Almost immediately after he picks up, his eyes shed their drowsy look and light up in a way that Wayne has come to know all too well, while his mouth curves into a wicked grin.

'No, sir, he's not here,' Eddie says into the phone, his eyes wide and innocent. 'When he didn't come home last night, I assumed he'd be spending the night with you. I guess he must have a secret lover we both don't know about.'

Wayne abruptly turns off the gas and barges towards Eddie, who barks out a laugh while he jumps back as far as the phone cord allows him.

'Just joking, Mr. Clarke, he is here!' he calls out in an annoyingly triumphed tone. 'And he can't wait to talk to you, here he is!'

Wayne playfully shoves Eddie against the wall as he takes the phone from him.

'Sorry for my menace of a nephew, Scott,' he says.

He hears a chuckle on the other side of the line, slightly distorted through the horn. It's as if his hand has a will of its own, clenching around the phone and pressing it almost painfully close to his ear; like he'll be able to catch the sound of Scott's laughter better if he could only press himself tighter to his phone.

'Luckily I'm used to middle schoolers, nothing I can't handle here.'

Wayne snorts and turns towards Eddie, who is now shamelessly staring at him from above his blanket-cocoon a few steps away from him.

'Scott says you should stop behavin' like a damn middle schooler,' he grumbles.

'Yep, that sounds exactly like something sweet Scott Clarke would say,' Eddie remarks, that devilish grin still plastered on his face.

'What can I do for ya, Scott?'

'Well, I just came downstairs for breakfast, and when I looked outside, I realized this is our first proper fall day.'

Wayne directs his gaze to the wet kitchen window. He hadn't even thought to look through the droplets on the glass; but now that he does, he realizes Scott is right. The trees around Forest Hills are definitely showing more yellow and orange than they did yesterday, and some patches of fog are still lingering a few feet above the wilted grass and muddy roads. The skies are a light shade of gray, telling Wayne that even though it'll be cold, it won't likely start raining anytime soon.

'I was wondering if you have any plans for today?' Scott's continues in his ear. 'We could go for a walk in the forest, admire the colors, see if we can find some cool mushrooms... What do you think?'

Wayne wonders whether he's imagining the nervous edge to Scott's voice, merely hearing in there what he wants to hear.

'I'm free all day,' Wayne says. He clamps the phone between his ear and his shoulder, needing both his hands to fumble around in his chest pocket and find a cigarette and a lighter. 'You wanna come over after breakfast? I can make a thermos of coffee and we can head into the woods here, I know a nice path around Lov- around the lake.' He can feel Eddie's gaze burning on him, but he refuses to look at his nephew, instead closing his eyes as he places the cigarette between his lips and lights it.

Scott is kind enough to pretend like he didn't notice Wayne's unfortunate stutter.

'A walk around the lake sounds perfect,' he says instead, his voice still as chipper as ever. 'I'll be at yours in an hour. Enjoy your breakfast with Eddie.'

'Real smooth, Uncle Wayne.' Eddie's amused voice cuts through the silence as soon as Wayne has hung the phone back on the hook.

'Don't be ridiculous now, boy,' Wayne grumbles. 'He's my friend.'

'With whom you're gonna hang out at Lover's Lake. Like friends do.' The sarcasm is dripping from Eddie's voice.

'I liked you better when you were still asleep in your bed,' Wayne remarks.

Eddie laughs loudly. 'You shoulda thought about that before you made me come out of it to freeze to death.'

Wayne crosses his arms and shoots Eddie an unimpressed look. 'Are you gonna do anything today or just spending your whole day makin' fun of me?'

Eddie shrugs – or rather, that's what Wayne supposes is happening underneath the moving blanket. 'I'm gonna take the kids to the pumpkin farm with Steve.' He lowers his voice and leans closer towards Wayne, continuing in an conspiratorial voice, 'We call that a date. Maybe you and Mr. Clarke should stop being cowards and come join us. Make it a double date.'

Wayne doesn't say anything; he simply rolls his eyes and walks back to the stove, lighting the gas underneath the frying pan again so he can direct all his attention to his eggs.

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An hour later, Eddie has left – with a pit stop at the Mayfields' trailer – to pick up Steve. Wayne has done the dishes, dried the windows and filled a thermos with fresh coffee. By the time Scott parks his car in the spot where Eddie's van had been earlier, most of the fog outside has disappeared. Wayne watches him get out of his car through the kitchen window, but he doesn't come outside just yet, afraid it'll make him seem too eager.

Scott knocks on the door and then lets himself in, like he's done many times over the summer that now lies behind them. He's wearing a woolen coat in a dark gray color, with a simple black scarf around his neck.

Wayne feels his hands twitch with the desire to wrap themselves around Scott's waist, to tug him close and bask in the warmth of his body. Would his scarf feel as soft as it looks? Would he smell like fresh autumn air? Would his touch be as warm as the quilt on his couch?

'Oof, it's chilly in here,' Scott remarks, rubbing his hands together.

'I don't get cold that fast.' It's only partly a lie.

'I like the sweater.'

The easy and earnest compliment catches Wayne off-balance; he doesn't know what to do, where to look, where to keep his hands. He wants to escape Scott's approving gaze and hide away somewhere no one can perceive him.

Instead, he clears his throat and thanks the heavens for the fact that Eddie has already left.

'Ready to go?' he asks.

They head into the woods and Wayne leads the way as they stray further from the trailer park. Their feet easily find a rhythm that feels natural to both of them, avoiding the bigger puddles on the path and stopping every now and then to admire toadstools, dewy cobwebs, and fallen leaves in beautiful colors.

As they make their way around Lover's Lake, Wayne ponders what exactly the difference is between what Eddie would call a hangout, and a date. He doesn't exactly have a lot of friends who he hangs out with. He has his colleagues at the plant, of course, who he'd always kept at a distance, which proved him right when they were all too ready to come for his Eddie last March. He has some neighbors he's friendly with; he helps them with a thing or two around their trailers and in return they share a beer or a smoke with him. But he wouldn't call that real friendship either. He has learned long ago how dangerous it can be to let people come too close. Some people only wanted certain things from him, others would judge him when they'd find out a thing too many about him. And the pain of losing a rare, true friend became all too clear to him back in Vietnam.

After that, he mainly stuck to himself. And then it became him and Eddie against the world. He never needed anyone else. He was good at being alone, after all. There was a certain level of comfort to be found in loneliness.

So this thing with Scott – whatever it is – is not something he can compare to anything else. The only thing he knows is that it's definitely not lonely. And that he doesn't want to mess it up and lose the only true friend he's had in decades.

'What's on your mind?' Scott asks when they sit down on a fallen tree at the edge of the lake to enjoy their coffee. 'You've been quiet.'

'I'm always quiet,' Wayne points out.

It makes Scott chuckle softly before he takes a sip of his coffee.

'Not as quiet as you think,' Scott says. 'Today, you're thinking loudly. I can almost hear your thoughts.'

Wayne carefully places his own mug on the tree, then grabs himself a cigarette and lights it, all to buy himself some time. But even after a long drag and another sip of coffee, he still doesn't quite know how to voice his thoughts.

'Was just admirin' the fall colors,' he decides to say instead, when the silence starts taking too long.

He can practically feel Scott's eyes on his face as he stubbornly stares over the water in front of them.

'It really is the perfect day to do that,' Scott finally says. Apparently he has decided he'll let Wayne get away with it this time. Or maybe it isn't like that. Maybe he decided that he'll allow Wayne the time he needs to sort out his thoughts before he can voice them. Maybe he understands that Wayne sometimes needs a while before he's ready to talk about things. Maybe he decided that he didn't want to intrude. Maybe he decided that he values spending time with Wayne, no matter if they're talking or sitting in silence. And maybe this fall will be a little less cold than the ones Wayne has gotten used to, because when he risks a glance towards his left, he sees Scott wearing a smile that's appreciative of the nature around them. It's a smile that warms Wayne from the inside, in a way that the heater in his trailer has never managed to do.

[linguist-in-a-blanket]

OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT EPISODE

I knew Brandon Scott Jones (Isaac's actor) could do drama even in his usual flamboyant image because of "The other two", but I've never seen Rebecca Wisocky in anything else, and... wow.

Look, I've seen a lot of heavy drama reveals on TV. But her pulling the cord out was fucking heartbreaking, and she didn't even say anything, just... her face... Oh my fucking god.

[mysticallystilinski]

can u write a fluff where stiles has another panic attack and the reader is there to comfort him :D

trepidation | s. stilinski x fem!reader | fluff/angst

summary: you and stiles get trapped in the winter night of beacon hills, something may change it all

warnings: swearing, panic attacks, slight angst, anxiety, and mentions of harm

a/n: { hi! it’s lav, i hope you guys enjoy this, and please request more, as i’ve literally have no ideas.. }

trep·i·da·tion

noun: trepidation

a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.

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the night was cold as you held your hands in between your warm thighs. stiles was driving his jeep in the sleet, ice roads. the power previously went out, and now you and stiles were heading to the pack. before your phone died, lydia had called you when she sensed something was happening. she had a hard feeling in her conscience, but she couldn’t pinpoint on what it was exactly. her breathing fell short onto the phone as your battery level promptly went to zero.

“stiles, my phone died. do you have a charger?” you lifted your head up to catch the gaze of the quiet boy. he tilted his head slightly, and licked his lips in attempt to chap-pen them. “uh, i think it’s around here somewhere.” he states. he uses his free hand to navigate around the back of the jeep in attempt to find the missing cord. he directed his gaze to the back seats for a split second to try to find it. his other hand, controlling the wheel, slightly tilted to the right and you felt a bump hit the tire.

you and stiles both looked at each-other in accord as he released his right hand from the backseat and placed both hands on the steering wheel. the car slowly went for a stop as something got lodged into the old jeeps tire. “you have got to be kidding me,” you huff out. “stiles, please tell me you still have that spare tire on the back of your jeep?” you smile shyly in attempt to butter up his reaction to the unfortunate event.

“remember that day last year when me and scott were playing around.. with the tire,” he laughed playfully, but with a sense of frighten. “you have got to be fucking kidding me,” you grit straight through your teeth. stiles smile fades into the black of the night as you open up the jeep door, and head out by the back of the car.

it wasn’t an ideal night, it was freezing cold, the power went out, and not to mention you guys were in the middle of the woods.

you heard the jeep door ram as stiles emerged from the left side of the car. “who’s idea was it to take the shortcut route,” you sneer. stiles gave you a menacing look as he popped open the back of the trunk. the jeeps blue figure moved up slowly with the guide of stiles hand. his eyes scanned the messy space in front of him in search of something that may help. he sighed for a few seconds in defeat as nothing came up in his scan. “maybe you should look with your hands”, you snickered. you took a step closer to the large vehicle and dived straight in. you began to shuffle around the papers, and the tools in attempt to at least find something useful.

you couldn’t manage to find anything helpful in this situation. stiles was still behind you, and you felt his cold gaze latch onto your soul. “what if we never get this car started,” he questioned frightfully. “trepidation”, you said. “what?”, he asked. “trepidation.. a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.” he fell silent at the sound of your quip words. the cold was bustling as the night grew darker. you knew stiles was panicked, and not knowing what to do. but you didn’t know to what extent his fear was at.

you heard staggered breathing from behind you. quickly, you whipped your head to see stiles on the floor, tears dripping down his eyes. “it just came out of nowhere”, he yelped in pain. “what did? what came out of nowhere?”, you briefly asked. stiles eyes were as cold as stone. he stared into the open gape of the trees from behind you. you quickly got onto the floor next to him. stiles was known for loving physical touch from you during these episodes. you pulled him into a hug, his head laid onto your chest. “stiles, it’s gonna be okay”, you whispered while hugging him. your hands got trapped into his brown locks of hair. his cold body shook while he whispered some words of breathe and it’s gone. “stiles what happened?”, you ask persistently.

his breathing began to get heavier, and heavier. you strained at the sound of him gasping for air. it was like his head was underwater, and you didn’t know how to drain it. “stiles, please, look at me”, you plead. he stares into your lighted eyes, and starts to breathe. “listen to me sti.. trepidation”, you speak. his eyes grew warmer as your voice seemed to echo in his entire mind. “trepidation.. a feeling of fear, or agitation about something that may happen”. you see his body move up and down with the beat of his each breath. his face was less tense, and his body more relaxed. panic attacks weren’t uncommon for him, but this one sparked fear into you.

“just remember stiles.. trepidation.”

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[pinkwright]

⋆｡𖦹°‧. only echoes that i wait for. —

ellie williams x black female!reader

inspiration ᧓ delresto (echoes) by travis scott w/ beyonce.

authors note ⌅ i actually currently have four works in progress but they're all turning out 2 be way longer than my usual pieces so obvi in turn they're taking longer (plus i mean its literally december i'm not at home lmfao) so here's an older drabble from the drafts lol.

warnings ⌅ 18+. afab!reader, mentions of reader being a passenger princess (i can't drive), lotsa playful teasing, cocky!mean-ish!ellie (yum x2), fingering (reader receiving), dingy party and weed mentioned like once barely, i don't know what kinda kink this is tbh.

.𖥔 716

ellie definitely tells you to "be a lady." whether its jokingly, voice laced with a low chuckle, scarred brow raised amusingly as you keep insisting on rolling your own weed, her head shaking as she seals the paper despite your half-hearted protests, taking the opportunity to light it for you too while she's at it. or when you're attempting to order your own food and she's quick to halt your words with a roll of those pretty evergreen orbs, an action that has you scoffing, a smitten smile tugging at your plump glossy lips when she smoothly recites the dish to the amused waitress.

or when your passenger princess heart decides to take a temporary, unannounced leave that coaxes out a simple murmured, "lemme drive, el." already stepping to the driver's door of her banged-up truck (courtesy of joel), platform heels clunking against the gravel before her large hand is grasping your waist, fingers firmly digging into the pillow of your skin as she brings you to a halt, spinning you to face her before she looks you up and down, tongue darting out to wet her pretty pink tinted lips.

before she deadpans, "nah," pausing at your offended pout, seeming to think back on your request before her face is scrunching like her ears have just been awarded the most hilarious slew of words, deep laughs reverberating within the cozy bubble of your domesticity, ellie cooing the vacationing heart of her beloved passenger princess back to with a deep, "get in your fucking seat, babe." gently rocking you as she uses her body to walk you back to the passenger seat, hand on the back of your thigh as you climb into the vehicle with a scoff of disbelief. and without doubt, in every instance, a hoarse scoff escapes her lips, a drawled-out rasp teased from smirking lips.

"be a fucking lady, damn."

other times it's less playful but all the more cocky, diminishing in its tease to head its more, taunting nature; ellie having you pinned to the door of some bathroom, head vibrating under the pulsing bass of the music beating through the walls of the dingy house party you can't recall how you ended up at. the atmosphere tense, skin searing under wandering hands, branding across your skin, and whispered filth, breathed into your skin.

dexterous fingers finding home under your tiny skirt, your quivering plush thighs tightening around her tatted forearm as the devil-haired girl digs into your aching cunt. broken gasps tear from your throat, your hands wrapped around her corded forearm in a plead for more, and she's mercifully sliding her thumb across your thrumming clit, cooing into your ear as you cry out for her, to her, blood rushing through your ears, "shh shh, baby... so fucking loud." the hushed whispers against your ear, prompt a whine from your glossy parted lips, hips bucking against her relentless movements when the touch of her chapped coral lips stretches against your skin in a mean smirk, teeth skimming the heated skin.

in a useless attempt, your teeth sink into your bottom lip to tame the sinful noises punching their way from the fudge-filled canal of your throat and ellie laughs, groaning into your ear as she feels the warmth of your walls fluttering around her fingers, scoffing in that low, rasped tone of sultry cockiness as your essence drips into the channels of her knuckles, "messy fucking pussy... still can't be a lady for me, baby?" a cruel coo that has you choking out a sob, whimpering so pathetically that ellie's pussy clenches in anticipation, a greedy act of indulgence in the pleasure that was you, slurring out a dizzying, "fuckkk, baby, i got you, shh..."

your lashes wet, clumping together, when you blink your glazed, dark eyes to meet her coddling gaze, thighs trembling around her arm when your orgasm rips from your throat,– and god the grunt ellie grates out has your spasming pussy fluttering around her fingers, embrace warm as it sucks her digits in and so, who could really blame the auburnette when it coaxes her digits back into motion, gentle shushing against your ear as she husks at the sloshing of her pretty pussy, "god, baby she's just aching for more isn't she? desperate little thing... think she needs a lil' reminder on how to be my pretty lady again, hmm?"

౨ৎ.tags... @abenomeiiii @naomis-daydream @littlegingerperson

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Scott: If asked, I'd be honoured to raise Derek and Stiles's son Peter: If you want him to be raised by his underwear on a flagpole, Scott's your guy. If you want him pulling the cord on some other nerd’s panties, I'm your guy.

[lethalbreadkills]

smirk. oc height chart except its missing three brand new ones i made about 12 hours after finishing this drawing

twister. what the fuck is wrong with them. this fucker FOLLOWED A TEAM back upstairs once through sheer will and scared the shit out of everyone up top once. they just like. hang out places. what the fuck are they doing here. the higher ups try so hard to contain them and it does not work. ??? No ones quite sure what their latch is and even WITH the latch they still shouldnt be this lucid. theyre so weirdly functional that everyone assumes them to be a threat and theyre treated as very dangerous despite mostly just lurking ominously and scaring the shit out of toons all over. they dont talk, they dont really interact with anyone meaningfully, they jsut.. do their little jingle and lurk and smile and watch. nobody likes it.

trudge is trudge. weirdly lucid?? why. ?????? also noted to be possessive of items/reseafch nesrby its capsule no one really knows why. it also has a very strong attachment to a toon to the point of protecting them from other twisteds, and has been shown to move, though no one is sure how.. ? Best theory is that it can teleport between capsules like glisten can with mirrors. sometimes if you try to pick up an item near it it will try to shoot you. its 50/50 whether it happens like that but its not good either way. not the most lucid aside from that. sometimes will stay out longer than normal and just . stare at you. its very offputting.

circi.

snip snap is trips goob. looking desperately for his sister. he is so angry and so fucking cunning. targets scraps that arent trip, and also poppys, sometimes rodgers, and fellow goobs. hes well known to not be baited and save his grabs. its weird. he will drop all attention from whatever toon he was chasing originally if he sees a scraps. it is Over for them he will target them for an entire round if they manage to run for that long. he also can talk but not well. he can scream if he tries hard enough. his vocal cords are beyond fried from the worlds stupidest gunk (ichor)

shimmer

tick tack is knick knacks goob he is so joyous. rarely goes on supply runs he helps sort out supplies brought up and is basically a therapy dog to a lot of toons

scott, despite his usual cleanliness habits is often seen covered in ichor more and more commonly, and goes on solo supply runs a lot. he brings back a weirdly large haul every time. whenever sent in with a group he performs worse, and seems to regain his almost germophobic need to be clean of ichor and gunk.

luxi

knick knack!! brights lovely wife. goes down on supply runs often, usually covered in ichor but makes sure to clean herself up after every run with brights. will often help tick tack with whatever job he happens to be doing if shes not needed elsewhere. not a higher up, but well trusted among the community.

sleeve ! a bubbly, competitive toon thats … not seen a lot ?? no ones really sure where the guy came from or how many there are, as aside from an introductory poster, theres no evidence he was ever in the show.

prin !

andromeda, the very small child of circi and via. lives with and is cared for by opal now after her birth parents abandoned her. loves veebee!

[belongstochannie26]

Looks going off on RE6 for leon's look and age.

Warnings: giving birth in an library, zombies, Leon is sorta ooc? But also not if that makes sense.

A/N: I don't own resident evil or Leon kennedy.

You curl up in pure agony, trying not to scream until you can't take it anymore.

As you scream you curl up in a corner to stay away from the zombies that are already in the room. Luckily you managed to stay hidden by fallen debris.

From where you're sitting you can only hear the door slamming open and shooting, you tried to stop the next scream of pain but you're unable too. Once you screamed the shooter spoke firmly “who's there?”

You cried out in pain as you stood up meeting the ice blue eyes of a man, he stares at you and looks you over and asks “were you bitten?” You managed to shake your head as you whimpered in pain and you cried out “my water broke.”

The man's eyes widen and he steps forward and says “My name is Leon Scott Kennedy. I'm an agent that works for the government, and I'm going to help you and get you both out of here.”

You nod a deep blush covering your face as you weakly crawl out from your spot towards him, once you're out of your spot he rushes over to you and says “we need to get you to somewhere that's more safe.”

You shivered as another wave of pain hitted you and you cried out “N-not time the baby is coming is coming.” Leon curses and nods as he rushes over to certain and wears a piece off before rushing back to you and says “This is my first time helping a woman give birth so I'm sorry if I make any mistakes.”

You couldn't help the small laugh that left you and said “it's my first time giving birth, so I guess we can learn together.”

Leon laughs and says “What's your name?” You lean back against the bookshelf as another wave of pain takes over you and you whimper out “ Y/N L/N.”

Leon nods and opens your legs and looks down to see the baby crowning and he says “You need you push darling.”

You started to push and gave out a scream, panting harshly and you whimpered “You might have to just take the baby when you leave.”

Leon scoffs and says “Like hell I am, if I have you to drag you to safety I will! Don't give up, y/n. I'm here. You need to push again.”

You whimpered as the pain became unbearable and you pushed hard as you screamed loudly to the point it tracked more zombies. As they limped Into the room, Leon shot them and killed them on sight as he guided the baby out of you and into his arms.

You stopped screaming the moment the baby was out of you. Leon hovers over you and cups your face as you weakly look at him and he asks “is there anything else that will need to come out?”

You nod and mumble weakly “the placenta needs to come out otherwise it can become life threatening.”

Leon nods after he cuts the cord of the baby with a clean knife he has and he whispers “How long?”

You whimper as blood soaks the floor “should be within 18 to 60 minutes.” Leon nods and gently covers the baby with window certain and holds the baby close as you catch your breath and try to calm your heart and you whisper “thank you leon.” Leon looks up at her and says “Don't thank me just yet, we're still not out of this town.”

You nod weakly and reach forward grabbing his arm as the placenta comes out with blood.

Leon immediately wraps and around you and holds you close and he whispers “This isn't ideal but we have to move now, once we get somewhere More safe, I'll let you rest.”

You nod and whimper as he helps you stand and he works quickly as he makes some type of kangaroo pouch on you which holds the baby.

Leon than wraps your arm around his neck and he whispers “I'll get you out, I promise.” You nod as tears fill your eyes as he helps you walk as you walk and get somewhat dragged the baby coos and clings to your shirt.

“You owe me dinner by the way.” You whisper to Leon as he looks around with his gun ready. You gently put your hand on your baby’s head.

Leon chuckles and says “I'll take you out for burgers and fries, how does that sound?” You giggle and tighten your grip on his vest and sounds “It sounds like a date.”

Leon glances down at her as he helps her and he whispers “The baby daddy where is he?” You lean against him as you holds you as he turns around the corner and you whisper “In jail, probably dead honestly with everything going on.”

Leon nods and says “I'll help you raise it, after all I did help you deliver the baby.” You gulped and looked up at him and whispers “You don't have too.” Leon nods as he looks straight ahead and says “That's true, I don't but we're going hell together currently, raising a baby? That seems more easier than this, plus I'm going tired going home with no one waiting for me.”

You nod and whisper “I guess that's true, you got a deal, leon.”

Leon gives her a quick smile as he leads the way.

[cherriqa]

+.*i get those goosebumps every time*.+

SUMMARY: he just cant shake the feeling that somebody knows... let alone his own wife..

NICK GOODE (1994) X FEM! READER

MASTERLIST : HERE

AUTH NOTE: aahhhdgfgy first fic!! based on the song goosebumps by Travis Scott 😍😍😍😍 (update, it’s been like 5 months since i started writing this.. i’m so sorry 😭😭🫶🫶)

"hello?" you ask, twirling the landline phone cord between your index and middle finger. "shit, sorry hun.." you notice the voice instantly, its your husband Nick. "sorry forr..?" you trail off, now curious. "um.. ill be home late again." his voice is low and laced with slight malice. "oh." is all you manage to say. you turn to look back in the dining room. your children are sitting happily at the table, eating spaghetti bowls.

"are you upset?" he questions, slightly nervous. "no! its fine.. ill put your food in the fridge then.." you mumble into the speaker. he sighs before speaking again. "listen, i gotta go but ill be back when you wake up. promise." he tries to sound as cheery as possible, but you can see right through the act. "okay, bye! i love you." you murmur with a small smile as the line clicks.

something is up, you can tell. you set the phone down before heading into the dining room and picking up your husbands plate. your daughter looks up at you, her curly pigtails bouncing as she swings her legs off the chair. “mommy… where’s daddy..?” she asks, her voice laced with worry. “baby, he’s fine.. he’s just caught up with work again.” you manage a smile. she nods before going back to eating.

about 4 hours later, you hear the door open and the familiar leather shoe footsteps. your husband in all his glory walks into the living room. “well hi there..” Nick says with a small grin. he walks over to you, sitting beside you on the sofa. “how was work..?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder. he shrugs, “boring, as per usual.” the way he says it makes you giggle. “you’re sweaty, my love.” you kiss his cheek, making him smile again.

“ouch.” he jokes, standing up again. “i’ll go have a shower then.” you nod and watch as he turns around. “and by the way, could you find me that book.. um.. the one about criminology!” he recalls, to which you respond with a small “yup!” before you too, stand up.

you hear him walk up the stairs as you reach the bookshelf. as you look around, you spot a small knob out of the corner of your eye. you try to ignore it, thinking your vision is just playing tricks on you again. that is, until a passing train nearby causes the knob to rattle. you quirk your eyebrow, setting the newly found book down on the coffee table before inspecting the round knob closer.

as you get a better look, you realise that it belongs to a trapdoor that you happen to have never noticed. ‘strange..’ you think to yourself before turning it slowly. you’d think it’d be locked, considering you’ve never noticed it in your 8 years of living in your house. but it isn’t. the door slowly creaks open and the light from inside the living room shines into the small space.

upon further inspection, you spot a few candles, all of which definitely had been lit within the last few hours considering the faint smell of candle smoke. but also another thing worth noting, the two large stones with writing etched into them. one’s been fully covered, the second having almost just been started. you can only read the last 3 lines of the second stone.

RUBY LANE

THOMAS SLATER

RYAN TORRES

you make a face, weird that the last three shady side killer names are etched into.. wait.

what..?