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Killer Love (Slasher headcanons x reader)
How Y'all met/their first reaction to you
Billy Loomis -Movie: Ghost face
The two of you actually met through Stu, at first the two of you were just casual around each other but deep down Billy had this feeling about you he couldn’t get out of his head…It was almost addicting. Soon in his free time he’ll watch you from afar, staring at you with hearts in his eyes. He was going to get you one way or another. He would leave small gifts at your door, flowers, some jewelry, stuffed animals, Anything to please you.
Stu Matcher -Movie: Ghost face
The two of you met on the first day of school. You have just moved to Woodsboro and Stu was your trusted buddy to show you around school and town! The both of you both had the same humor so you both became close despite Billy’s disapproval (He’s Jelly) It barely been a month and Stu was head over heels for you and was willing to do Anything to make you his permanently. Like Billy he brought you gifts 24/7, anything you wanted or wished for was bought just for you and only you.
Mark Hoffman -Movie: Saw
You were driving home in your boyfriend's car late one night, everything was going fine but there was a strange car following you. Getting a little uncomfortable you drove to the Police station and sheepishly went inside, hoping you could just hide out there for a while. Mark, being the one of the only cops in the station, asked why you were there, as you explained he looked at the car you drove and realized it was the same car of Jigsaw's latest victim. He gave you a cup of water and went to call off Amanda, telling her about how it was the wrong person and to go to your boyfriend’s apartment. But there was just something about you that made him feel…Warm. He needed to know more of you…No not more… All of you. He put cameras in your house and would watch you for Hours.
Bo Sinclair -Movie: House of wax
You and your “Friends” were on a road trip, it was meant to be peaceful and fun but as you took a sip of your bottle of water you started to feel light headed… A few hours later you woke up on the side of a road, your clothes were ripped and you were covered with bruises. Sitting up you looked around to see yourself at a gas station, it seemed empty. Suddenly you heard someone yell at you, asking you why on earth you were laying on the ground of their gas station. Looking around you looked at the man, he was a dirty blonde and pretty dirty, as if he was working on a car, roughly 6 '2 and nicely fit. He gave you a helping hand before waiting for you to explain WHY you were at his gas station just laying on the ground. You still dazed and explained your situation, as you talked you saw how his face changed from disgust at your “Friends” to pity. Feeling kind he offered a place to stay for a while and in return you helped around, but in the back of his mind he knew that he was never going to let you Leave as he fully set on claiming you as his… Permanently.
Vincent Sinclair -Movie: House of wax
(Same situation as Bo But instead on bo liking you he just pity’s you)
As Bo leads you to an empty bedroom He mentions how sometimes his brother would come around and stay in the bedroom next to yours. A few days passed of you staying with Bo but something was odd…You never saw Bo’s brother’s, mainly the one who slept in the room next to yours… You asked Bo about it but he just brushed you off saying it was normal but offered to bring you to him. It was a brief meeting but for Vincent it was forever, He just couldn’t just take his eyes off you! You were the perfect art piece, He would watch you for hours, taking notes and drawing you 24/7 until he ran out of paper.
Lester Sinclair -Movie: House of wax
(Same situation as Bo But instead on bo liking you he just pity’s you)
As Bo showed you around, the two of you encountered the youngest brother of the Sinclair’s. Quickly Lester got amused and offered to take you off Bo’s hands and drive you around as he was bored. As the two of you drove around, y'all made light conversation, happily talking and cracking jokes but before long Lester realized he had to get back to work on the road :(, feeling a little confected he decided to take you with him as a make up road trip for you! (This one is sweet and not crazy XD)
Brahms heelshire -Movie: The boy
It was pretty simple, you had just moved and needed a place to stay for the time being until you had saved enough money for a house of your own. The many kind people of the town told you to live in the old manor and fix it up and in return they will bring food and stuff as thanks. For the first day you saw a list of rules, thinking nothing of it you followed them as you went along you day, the rules weren’t hard or anything so it wasn’t much of a problem but…You wouldn’t help but constantly feeling eyes on you…As if Somebody was watching you through the walls. (Ya’ll don’t really meet until later on during first impressions 😅)
Thomas Hewitt -Movie: Texas chainsaw massacre
After a few years of saving money you finally were able to move! It took a few months to get a company to do it but they made your home in the middle of state Texas and in front of a pretty white house, After a few days a nice lady knocked on your door with a pie in hand, the two of you talked as you ate the pie together, she talked about a guy named Thomas. After she left around 7pm you finally got really to bed, never realizing the Man who was watching you through the window…Although you didn’t know Thomas or who he looked like, Thomas knew you and adored how you looked in your cute little pajamas.
Michael Myers -Movie: Halloween
You had just moved right next to the Myer’s house, you didn’t know much about it cause whenever you asked people they never gave a straight answer…Odd. But you didn’t have time to poke any further as it was almost halloween! You happily got your new house all decorated and stocked up on a lot of candy days in advance. Then the day finally came. Filled with joy you happily passed out candy and small toys until you had one piece left. Looking around you saw a tall man in a blue jumpsuit and a white mask standing in front of the Myer’s house, you slightly questioned his costume choice but didn’t think too much of it as you waved him over. He took a few minutes to come over but when he did you happily gave him the last piece of candy saying how lucky he is before saying good night and going back inside. Later that night as you slept you never knew about that same man Standing in the corner of your room watching you as he fell deeper in love with this “Kind” person.
The end! Please tell me if you want more and have a wonderful, horny day :D
#mark hoffman x reader#bo sinclair#slasher x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#house of wax#halloween#texas chainsaw massacre#scream movie#billy loomis x reader x stu macher#slasher headcanons
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So, this exact moment in the Reuniting the Family mission has always stuck with me and made me sad. And here’s why:
I know that the mission is supposed to give more insight into Michael and his family, how they interact, and their issues, while also being a bit comical with Michael and Amanda’s arguing, and Michael’s “suck my cock!” comment.
But it’s been clear from the beginning that fighting and screaming at each other is an incredibly common occurrence in the Townley/De Santa household since, probably, forever. And when Michael and Amanda really start screaming at each other, Tracey curls up on herself and tightly covers her ears while Jimmy just sits quietly and watches.
And all I can imagine is that this is an action she’s all too used to doing since she was a child. She probably grew up listening to Michael and Amanda’s explosive arguments- hearing them scream about drugs, and Michael’s cheating, and how badly Amanda hates Trevor.
But she’s just a little girl back then- she can’t leave, it’s too scary to yell back and ask them to stop, so all she can do is hide in the corner of her room, cry, and wait until the screaming stops. She can’t talk to Jimmy about it, he’s just young enough that he doesn’t understand or he’s too engrossed in his games and playing with his toys to care.
She can’t talk to her mom and dad and ask them to stop. She can’t talk to Jimmy. But she can talk to her Uncle Trevor. And Trevor, all to familiar with growing up in a household full of screaming and fighting, knows exactly how she feels. And maybe he tells her he’ll try to talk to Michael, maybe he tries to cheer her up, or maybe he tells her that when he was a kid, and his mother and one of her many boyfriends got into a screaming match, he’d go hide in his room and press the heels of his hands as hard as he could against his ears because it’d muffle the sounds until they stopped. And maybe, just maybe that advice stuck with Tracey even into adulthood when her parents still fight.
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Reckoning
Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline)
Characters: Tobias Carrick & Casey, Aurora Emery
Rating: Teen
Words: 2,000
Series Summary: Found here
Chapter Summary: A few months after the chemical attack, a friend at Mass Kenmore gives Tobias a good-natured ribbing, and then Aurora offers him some advice.
A/N: I'm getting there, y'all! I'm close to sharing exactly how these crazy kids finally get together! It's only been three years in the making! lol I'm not sure how much interest there is in this anymore, but I can tell you this, I'm elated that I'm finally getting it done! 😊
The timing of this story is just after Christmas Through Your Eyes: Part One - A Proposition (I'll be working on their masterlist to make it more understandable this weekend. 😊)
With Warning Masterlist
Tobias x Casey Masterlist || My Full Masterlist
Inside, it was a typical morning at Mass Kenmore, but the thunderstorm raging just outside the window made the stark white walls and fluorescent lighting feel more like a refuge. The familiar sounds of staff chatting and announcements over the PA were almost soothing, and Tobias couldn't have felt more at home behind his desk. Aurora sat before him, and while she was a relative newcomer to Kenmore, she, too, was at ease as the two doctors met to review morning rounds. They were discussing their final case when a knock interrupted them.
"Come in," Tobias yelled, and in bopped Amanda, a nursing supervisor whose tenure equaled Dr. Carricks. Her bouncing chestnut brown curls and glossy-lipped smile elevated the room's mood even before she held up two cups of Tradesman coffee.
"Hey, there!" she beamed. "I haven't seen you in forever, so I thought I'd bring you some..."
She stopped short when Aurora looked up from her seat, politely nodding before turning back to her laptop.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were having a meeting. I'll just leave this for you." She placed the coffee on Tobias's desk. "We'll catch up another time."
"Tradesman," Tobias grinned. "Now that's my coffee. Why don't you wait, Mandy? We're wrapping up. I should be free in fifteen minutes."
"In fifteen minutes, I'll be starting my rounds with two interns in tow. Maybe after work? Will you be at the Puddingstone tonight?”
The week had been busy, and one day melded into another. Peeking at his calendar, Tobias confirmed it was Wednesday - Casey's therapy night. He always drove her there, and on weeks when fate smiled on him, he’d share dinner with her, too.
"No can do," he frowned. "Tomorrow?"
"I’m off Thursdays. Maybe sometime this weekend?”
But he and Casey had plans. “Maybe Sunday night if I’m not exhausted.”
“Dear God, Carrick,” Amanda laughed. “When did you become such a hot commodity!”
Aurora tried to stifle a giggle but still caught Tobias’s attention.
“Yes,” he droned. “Are there comments from the peanut gallery?”
Aurora shrugged indifferently, her expression unreadable. “It’s just that rumor around here is that you were always a hot commodity.”
“Very funny,” he grumbled as Amanda broke into laughter.
“He was!” She jumped in. “Which is why I don’t understand why it’s suddenly so hard to see him.”
“I’ve just had a lot going on,” he replied nervously. “But things should settle down soon, and then I’m sure that....”
Ignoring Tobias, Amanda peered at Aurora. “Word on the street is he has a girlfriend! Can you believe that?”
“Amanda!” He barked. “Stop. That’s not true.”
“Well, how would I know?” she teased. “I never see you anymore, so it’s not like I’m privy to what’s going on in your life.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he mumbled. “It’s just...”
“You don’t have to explain,” the nurse interrupted. I don’t care —no one does. We’re all just glad that the grumpy period you had a few months back is over. It was so uncharacteristic! I’m happy to see you smiling again. I’d like to see that smile over drinks at the Puddingstone on occasion, but I digress.”
Tobias turned to an amused Aurora. “Go back to Edenbrook, Emery. It seems working here comes with a side of abuse.”
“Abuse?” Amanda chortled. “Dear God, Carrick. You don’t know what abuse is.” With a shake of her head, she turned toward the door, looking back over her shoulder before leaving the room.
“Lunch soon?”
“Sure,” Tobias nodded, eager for her to leave.
“Bye, Aurora,” Amanda winked. “Maybe you can get the truth out of him.”
The door shut, and Aurora dutifully returned to work, doing her best to conceal her cryptic smile. But Tobias wasn't letting it go.
“What?” Tobias grumbled.
She raised her eyes inquisitively but ensured her face gave nothing away. “What... what? I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. You’re thinking something... what is it?”
“You really want to know?” she deadpanned.
“I asked.”
She closed her laptop and placed it to her side, crossing her hands atop her lap before she began.
“Before I begin. Is this conversation between Dr. Emery and her boss, Dr. Carrick? Or Aurora and her friend, Tobias?”
“You consider me a friend?” he smirked.
“That might depend on the outcome of this conversation, but for now... yes, I do.”
“Then, sit back and relax,” he grinned. “Because I’m asking you as a friend.”
“All right... what's the deal with you and Casey?”
“Oh, right to the point, I see!”
“Yep,” Aurora nodded. “And I’d appreciate you being just as direct... so? What’s the deal?”
“Deal? There is no deal.”
“Uh-huh,” she responded, picking up her laptop again. “If you’re going to bullshit me, I’m going back to work.”
Aurora had no problem with doing that, but Tobias couldn't get his mind back on work if he tried.
“I mean it. We’re friends—just friends," he continued. I don’t know why this is so difficult for everyone to accept.”
She closed her laptop again, this time with a deliberately smug gaze.
“She’s my friend, too, Tobias. Just my friend... but I don’t have to go around making that declaration. Normally, you don’t... when you're just friends, that is.”
Tobias ran a hand down his weary face and began swiveling in his chair. “It’s just getting old...that’s all.”
“What is?”
“No one believing me.... people threatening me about what will happen if I mess with her... I suppose that’s the next thing you’ll be doing, too.”
“Nope,” Aurora shrugged. The last time I checked, you were both consenting adults. What you choose to do together is not my concern.”
“Really,” he said with a raised brow. “Wow! That’s refreshing. I mean... nothing is going on between us... but, theoretically, if there were... you’d be OK with it.”
“I am OK with it.”
“That’s good to... hey, wait. What do you mean you are OK with it... there’s nothing to be OK with!”
Aurora crossed her arms and judgementally shook her head as she assessed him.
“You’re friends?”
“Yes!”
“Do you enjoy spending time with her?”
“Obviously.”
“Do you find her unattractive?”
“What? No! Casey’s beautiful,” he replied without hesitation, and Aurora rewarded him with a know-it-all grin.
“Do you think I’m stupid, Tobias?”
“Of course not!”
“Then it would do you good to remember that I was there. I was with you the day of the attack, from the moment you learned of it until I found you trembling in the chapel when it was over.”
“That’s not fair,” he countered. “That was an extremely difficult day for all of us. As I recall, we were all pretty emotional.”
“Mmm-hmm. But I was also with the two of you when you first met. I had to bear witness to that disgusting animal magnetism you shared from its inception. Kind of gross, actually.”
He chuckled softly, but Aurora was shocked by his reaction. Was the Dr. Carrick... embarrassed?
“Nothing wrong with animal magnetism,” he replied. “But that was... it was a long time ago.”
“IT WAS FIVE MONTHS AGO!” she yelled. “Five months!”
“Yeah,” he replied softly. “But an awful lot has happened in that time... it feels much longer, doesn't it?”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I’ll give you that. Look, I’m not here to give you grief, but I have eyes. I see you two together, and from where I stand, you make each other happy. I don’t know why you both get so wound up if someone suggests there’s something there. Would it be so horrible if there was?”
“I hurt her. Badly, and not all that long ago.”
“Ah,” she smiled. “But a lot has happened since you met.”
“She’s not interested in me in that way, Aurora. She made that clear, and I... I respect that. I’m not going to violate her boundaries.”
“Mmm-hmm. She told me you’re taking her away this weekend. To show her your hometown. Is that how you're not violating boundaries?”
“I... I just want to see DC at Christmas again. I was going to go alone anyway. I just asked Casey to come along... as a friend. It might be good for her to get away. It's not like we're sharing a room or anything! Ask her! I got a suite because she’s still afraid to be alone at night, but we’re not sharing a room! I’ll be there if she needs me, but I’m not....”
Aurora leaned forward and silenced him with a gentle touch to his wrist. “You know, you say far too many words for someone trying so hard to deny the obvious. You may want to work on that if you want others to believe you.”
Tobias’s face softened, and his composure settled. Aurora could see his defenses coming down.
“This stays here?” He asked pointedly.
Aurora raised three fingers. “Scouts honor. What happens in Carrick’s office stays in Carrick’s office.”
“Casey... she’s incredible,” he sighed. “I knew that from the start, but I still had to go and fuck everything up between us. When she let me back into her life, she made it clear that she only wanted friendship from me. While it may not be easy, I’m honoring that. You should be proud of me... this is growth, Emery.”
“Growth is good,” she smiled. “Honoring boundaries is the right thing, but did it ever occur to you that she may have changed her mind? Did you ever consider she might feel the same way about you?”
“No,” he shook his head. “No, she doesn’t. And even if she did, she’s not in a place to make that kind of decision right now. So...no.”
“You’re right, she’s not. And I am proud of you for realizing that. But that’s today, Tobias, and she’s getting stronger every day. I can see that. I know you do, too. Can you be patient?”
“Historically?” He snorted. “No. Not at all. But now...I am trying.”
Aurora looked at her watch. “I hate to leave you, but I’m supposed to be at a consult with Dr. Ferrera in five minutes. But if you want to continue this talk, I can come by as soon as I’m done.”
“Nah,” he waved. “I’m good... but thank you.”
“Anytime,” she said, gathering her things. But Tobias called for her just before she got to the door.
“Aurora. Why don’t you have reservations about me... you know... aren’t you worried about Casey and... my past?”
“I have reservations about everyone,” she grinned. “But I know you’re not as bad as people make you out to be. As to your past, well, we all have one of those, including those who are threatening you. But, if I don’t want to be judged by my past, so I shouldn’t judge you by yours. Besides, Casey’s a big girl. She’s going through some stuff right now, but she still has a good head on her shoulders. If you guys decide to make a go of it, I’m in your corner.”
Tobias let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I appreciate that. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome... but none of this matters,” she teased. “After all, the two of you are ‘just friends’.”
“Get out of my office,” he joked. “But promise... this stays between us?”
“I’ll take it to my grave... and not only because I want no part of the drama.”
She stepped out of the door, leaving Tobias alone with his thoughts. He closed his eyes, wondering how it was possible to feel so much lighter yet emotionally depleted at the same time. Did he really just admit he had feelings for Casey... to Aurora... and himself? Did he actually say the words out loud?
He stood up with a deep sigh and made his way to the window, pushing the blinds aside to watch the torrential rains pour down on the streets of Boston below. It was a baptism of sorts, the water washing away all impurities, absolving every sin, and when the sun returned, it would be a fresh start. Perhaps it wasn't too much to ask that he might have one, too.
When he returned to his desk, he mindlessly circled the days of their trip on his calendar. Patience. They'd be visiting his hometown... hers, too... surrounded by the magic of the holiday season... and he’d have to do his best to conceal his feelings. Patience. He had to do this... now if he could just figure out how.
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#choices fanfic#open heart#open heart choices#choices open heart#tobias carrick#tobias carrick x mc#tobias x casey#playchoices fanfic
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You as Amanda the Adventurer includes(child reader);
You were just walking around for a new adventure with your pet friend sheep, Wooly! Who was hesitant especially when he feel the bad vibes around the place. After walking for quite some time, you saw a diner called, 'Smile Diner'. You dragged Wooly into the diner with a bright smile.
You enter the place and look around happily. There was not a lot of people. Actually, there's only five people sitting together. You dragged Wooly to a random table. Checking the menu only to find weird things on it but that's okay! You're used to it! "Wooly, what do you want to get?" You ask the sheep across you. Unfortunately however, Wooly had a bit of trouble choosing as he felt weirded out seeing the names. You're starting to lose your temper and keep asking him what he wants aggressively. Until eventually you couldn't wait any longer and yell at him, glitching in and out before suddenly sitting there with a smile again as you calmly ask Wooly what he wants, which caught the attention of the other five people.
Luther in a confused tone wonders why is there a child and a sheep without any adult supervision. Nyen was annoyed but couldn't do anything about it without his master's order yet. Nyon and Sebastian basically try to mind their own business while Randal laughs at the poor sheep who was trembling.
For some reason, one thing lead to another and now you're living with the ivory's. You look oblivious to your surroundings while Wooly is scared for his life, especially around the cat with the Nevada shirt.
You are quite the obedient child with a horrible temper and a gruesome sense of view, humour and mind. You fit well together with Randal as friends. Actually, you and Wooly are exactly like Randal and Sebastian. The only differences are that Wooly let it all happened as long as everything is in control while Sebastian is going to escape any chance he can and you have the worst temper or patience while Randal has no temper. Often times, Randal makes you lose it and it results in you attacking him. But it's all fine in the end. Luckily no one was hurt besides Randal.
Going into a different topic, cats. You look at the two adults being cats and ask them if they talk. Nyen grunts and Nyon stays quiet as always. You however don't mind and instead said, "Animals don't talk like that, silly! They make funny sounds like this; Meooww." You unknowingly mocked at them. Wooly just lowers his head down, remembering the time you did that to him and it doesn't end that well.
There was once where you said something about 'a lonely kitten is out there somewhere. Won't you help the lonely kitten?' This perks up Luther but he doesn't understand what you're trying to say. He wants the find this 'lonely kitten' though. Not knowing what it meant.
You laugh at anything dark honestly and try to make games out of anything. You drag Randal mostly to go on adventures while Wooly and Sebastian awkwardly watch you two in a safe distance. You spoke to the unhinged boy like he was an audience. 'Silly mister fox!' 'Kuku~ he is silly!' Refering to a fox with lost half of it's head. 'The opposite of alive iss..' 'DEAD!~' Randal continued and laugh maniacally as you both stand in front of a grave. 'Let's make an apple pie!' Wooly were holding peaches but it suddenly glitches into apples to which Randal clapped at and leaving Sebastian concerned.
Ranfren Characters thoughts on You(ooc);
Randal: "I like them! They're so fun to play with ~ kuku it's always fun to have a friend like them to play correctly! Ahh but they have such a bad temperr... I guess that's partly my fault heheh~ I wonder what they mean by rotting somewhere far but I feel myself rotting away too!~" Best Friends FOREVER.
Luther: "They are too similar like Randal but oh well. At least they are more well behaved. Randal mentioned that they are rotting like him but I don't pay any mind. A nice addition to the family they are♡ Their pet sheep is nice as well, they're like Sebastian but obedient. I want to find this lonely kitten they mentioned so I can help it♡ However I do think we need to keep that temper under control." He's clueless of your cryptic messages and hints but he'll soon figure out. Very soon.
Nyen: "Annoying brat. Always saying that cats go meow. I hope the lonely kitten they had mentioned dies." Doesn't like you. Best to avoid when Luther is not around. He won't kill you however.
Nyon: Nyon doesn't even came close to you. He only came close to Wooly but that happens once in a blue moon. Avoids you more when he saw how aggressive and dark-minded you can get.
Sebastian: "Ugh... Just another addition to the freaks of a family. Somehow I think they're worse than Randal... Everytime they speak, freaks me out because they always say something weird. I wonder how that sheep handle it.." He's... Just don't bother him that much. He already has Randal on his back. However he is glad that you managed to keep Randal away from him longer.
Bonus! Wooly: "I really don't know how we got into this situation but we can't escape now.." Nothing much to say. Wooly has been with you for so long he knows. He doesn't encourage you but he also doesn't do much unless you're close to being in danger or starting the danger.
#ranfren#randal’s friends#ranfren x reader#x reader#platonic y'all obviously#child reader#Amanda the adventurer#sincerely sewer rat#idk how to write
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Whistle Down the Wind, Chapter Eight
Word Count: 3327
TW: Idiots in love, angst, major injury (talk of hospitals and surgery).
AN: Part of a series. The series masterlist here.
You used to spend Christmas Eve with the Carisi family, even sitting through a Mass that seemed to last forever. Obviously, that was off the table now.
Your mind tried to drift to Sonny’s confession, but you actively pushed it away. You had made your choice, and you weren’t backing down now. Bella told you that Sonny had broken up with Nicole that night, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he moved on with someone else. Probably his partner at work. You’d met the woman – Amanda – a few times, and she was just the right combination of hot and messy. That was like catnip to Sonny.
You reached out to your mom, but she was headed to some resort in the Bahamas for Christmas with her other divorcee friends. You didn’t even bother to call your dad.
Instead, you met up with your bandmate Jen. She played her violin at a soup kitchen on Christmas Eve, and you joined her with your cello. The two of you played happy music – Christmas carols and some lighter classical pieces – and you looked around the room at the people eating and talking in a low murmur. You felt ashamed at your months-long pity-party. People had it much worse than you.
The two of you played until the soup kitchen was done serving food and the kitchen was torn down and cleaned. Then you stayed to help set up the emergency homeless shelter – New York could get bitter cold, and makeshift shelters popped up in church basements across the city to help protect the homeless from literally dying in the streets.
You and Jen finished up, then gathered your stuff. You left the building and sat your cello case down for a moment so that you could wind your scarf around your neck more securely.
“Thanks for coming out,” Jen said, her teeth chattering. “It meant a lot.”
“I enjoyed it,” you replied. You hefted your case and turned away with a wave. “Merry Christmas, Jen.”
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Sonny was working Christmas Eve, but it was slow. Rapists and perverts seemed to take the holiday off, so he just sat at his desk and worked on paperwork.
It was late when he heard the elevator ding down the hallway, and then heard footsteps rushing towards him. He looked up and was surprised by who he saw. Bella.
“You’re not picking up your phone!” she yelled as she strode into the precinct. Sonny looked down at his cell and saw that it was silenced. He must have missed it vibrating. When he took it off the lock screen, he saw that he’d missed a lot of calls and texts from Bella. And from an unknown number.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. Bella looked awful. Her hair was messy, and her coat wasn’t even buttoned.
She said your name, tears spilling over her eyelashes. She swiped at them with a gloved hand. “Something happened. Her friend called me. Tried to call you.”
Sonny felt his heart drop into his stomach. “What happened?”
Bella shook her head. “I don’t know. Her friend called from Bellevue.” She gave a choked sob. “Sonny, can you drive me there?”
On the drive to the hospital, Sonny let every possibility run through his head. You went home with a bad guy. You got mugged walking home. You overdosed on weed. Was that technically possible? Maybe nowadays, with edibles. His work at SVU crowded into his thoughts, and he imagined every terrible thing he’d ever seen at work happening to you. Assaulted, raped, murdered. His stomach churned and roiled, and Bella openly sobbing beside him didn’t help.
They found parking and made their way to the emergency room. They found your bandmate, Jen, sitting alone alongside a wall. Sonny looked her over and saw the blood on her clothes. His stomach dipped, and he felt his gorge rising in his throat.
Jen caught sight of Sonny and Bella, and she shot to her feet and came over to them. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she reached into her pocket. She pulled out your phone – Sonny would recognize the case anywhere. He saw the crack that ran across the screen.
“I didn’t know who else to call,” Jen said, her voice watery with tears. “I tried both of you because you had the most calls and texts to her. Her parents didn’t pick up.”
“What happened?” Bella asked, and Jen filled them in.
You and Jen had been leaving the soup kitchen. Jen had turned to walk away but heard a squeal of brakes and turned just in time to see the car that hit you.
“I told her not to jay-walk,” Sonny said angrily, but Jen shook her head at him.
“She wasn’t,” she insisted. “She was just standing on the sidewalk. The car jumped the curb and hit her.” She shook her head again, harder this time. “The car tried to leave the scene, but it swerved into traffic and hit another car. Drunk driver, probably. The cops arrested him.”
“How is she now?” Bella asked.
Jen’s eyes filled with fresh tears. “She was in surgery. I don’t know anymore. No one will tell me anything because I’m not family. I tried to tell them that her family wasn’t around…” She trailed off, her words breaking up around her fresh sobs. She looked down at her front, her hands shaking in front of her. “There was so much blood.”
Sonny led Jen to a chair and had her sit down, then he made Bella sit too. “I’m going to go find someone,” he said.
He wandered around until he found the nurses’ station. He gave your name with as much authority as he could muster. The nurse looked him over skeptically, so he blurted out, “I’m her husband.”
The look on the nurse’s face changed to one of concern. “Of course,” she said. “I’ll have the doctor come out to talk with you.”
Sonny leaned against the counter and bargained with God. He promised a lifetime of masses. A million rosaries. Anything, in exchange for your life.
A doctor eventually came down the hallway, and Sonny felt the now-familiar churn in his gut at the blood splattered across the doctor’s scrubs. He extended a hand, said, “let’s go sit down, shall we?”
The doctor explained the situation. You hadn’t seen the car coming for you, and that likely saved your life. You hadn’t tensed up when it hit you, and your cello had absorbed part of the blow too. Still, you were in fair-to-stable condition. You had a broken arm, a broken leg, and numerous cracked ribs. Your liver was bruised, you had deep abrasions from hitting the pavement. You had lost a fair amount of blood through a number of cuts and scrapes to your head. Sonny could see you eventually, once you were set up in a room in the ICU and stabilized.
“Your wife is lucky to be alive,” the doctor concluded. Sonny felt his heart lurch at the thought of you as his wife. “But you should call her family, if she has any.”
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Sonny sent Bella home to rest, and he promised to call her if anything changed. He sent Jen home as well after he took your cracked phone from her. He tried to open it, but it was locked.
“Do you know her password?” he asked your bandmate.
The woman sniffled and swiped a hand under her nose. “7-9-3-4. Beethoven’s her favorite composer, and those are her favorite symphonies in order.”
Sonny unlocked it and tried to call your parents. He had to search a little – you didn’t even have them saved as “mom” or “dad.” He found your mother saved under her first name, and your father’s contact information was saved under the moniker “Dumpster Fire.” Neither parent picked up, so he used his most official NYPD voice and left them messages. Then he called Liv and gave her the situation. Then he called his parents, who were just leaving Mass. They made their way straight to Bellevue.
Sonny was sitting in the mostly-empty waiting room when his parents walked through the door. He didn’t even try to hold back his emotions anymore. His mother reached him first, and she pulled him into a strong hug, and he cried for a very long time.
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The doctor let him see you eventually. The nurse explained that, as family, he could stay on the fold-out chair in the room, so Sonny sent his parents off to his apartment to get him some clothes and toiletries. Then he made his way to your room.
You looked so unlike yourself that Sonny almost thought that there had been a mistake. One leg was in traction, and nearly every other part of you was covered by gauze or bandages. Your face was a mass of bruises, and the only part of you that Sonny recognized were your hands. They lay limp on top of the light blanket that covered you, and Sonny took one gently and held it as he sat beside you.
It wasn’t twitching this time. You weren’t playing any music in your sleep. You had a mass of wires connected to you that kept the machines by the bed beeping steadily, and you were deep asleep from the combination of sedatives and pain medication.
The nurse that came in to check your vitals shot Sonny a pitying look when he asked if you could hear him. “Maybe,” she replied, punching an update into her computer. “It couldn’t hurt to talk to her.”
So Sonny talked to you.
It was like confession, almost. He told you everything.
He held your warm hand in his and told you about the first time he met you. He had helped his parents move Bella into her new quad during her sophomore year, and then you – a bright-eyed freshman – walked through the door. Freshman housing was full, so you got lucky and were placed in Bella’s dorm. You were laden down with too much stuff, and Sonny had bounded over like a puppy to help you.
He ended up helping you move your stuff, since your parents were too busy bickering in the parking lot. You joked around with him, and by the time your last box was moved in, he was in love.
He told you about his sudden interest in visiting Bella – for homecoming weekends, for big school events – just to see you. He was endlessly fascinated by your talent, and he came more than once to watch you play in concerts and open mic nights alike. Sometimes he just sat back in the shadows and watched you, not even telling you that he was there.
He told you about how happy he was when you and Bella came to crash at his first apartment, sleeping on an air mattress in his living room so that you could go to concerts in the city. He explained the exquisite torture of sleeping ten feet from you, separated by a thin wall, wishing he was stretched out on the air mattress beside you. He described the conflict that his roommate’s comments caused in him – you looked so young and seemed so sheltered and innocent, Sonny felt like a complete creep for having any sort of feelings for you.
He told you about how he campaigned to get you to spend your summers at his parents’ house. It made perfect sense – you had an internship in the city, and you could save money on housing, and his parents loved you like another daughter by then. Suddenly, Sonny found reasons to come home over the summer. He knew women liked a man in uniform, so he made sure to show up after his shifts in his police blues, hoping you were one of those women.
He told you about his sudden, intense interest in movies. You’d mention a director or score composer, and he’d do furious research until he could talk intelligently about them too. By then, Tommy was out of prison and Bella was spending all of her time with him, but Sonny started movie night to keep you close to him.
He told you, a bit ashamed, about how he’d crank up the air conditioner so that you’d drift closer to him on the couch for warmth.
What he couldn’t tell you was why he never told you any of this before. He didn’t even know himself. He supposed that there’d always be a better time or place for it. The better place for it turned out to be the intensive care unit, and the better time was now.
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Being hit by a car wasn’t like it seemed on television or in the movies. There was no death-bed confessions that you heard, no waking up with the love of your life asleep in the chair beside you. No moment where you had to choose between drifting into the light and returning to your body.
One minute you had been playing your cello at the soup kitchen. The next minute, you were in a hospital bed and crying incoherently from the pain.
You drifted in and out. You were never quite sure if it was day or night. A lovely nurse, as beautiful as an angel, came in and gave you morphine on a regular schedule. If you had the mental capacity to write her theme song, it would be nothing but the most ethereal music. A chorus of sopranos. The morphine made you emotional, but it obliterated the grinding pain that ruled your world.
Sonny was there every day. You were either asleep or high on pain medicine, and you could barely string together a coherent sentence at first, so you missed a lot of his visits. Sometimes you woke up to him holding your hand and talking to you. Sometimes he came after work, handsome in his suits. Once, he fell asleep beside you, his head laid in his folded arms on the side of your bed. That time, you were able to lay a weak hand on his head, ruffling his hair, wishing you could follow a train of thought long enough to tell him how you felt.
********
You woke up from your surgery, and Sonny was on his knees that night, thanking god for it. You were alive – breathing, crying, healing.
Well, you cried a lot. You woke up confused, and you had a lot of delusions at first. Sometimes you thought you were on a reality show. Sometimes you thought you were dreaming and that you were in a coma somewhere else. One time you were convinced that the IV drip had “superhero serum” in it. When Sonny asked you what that meant, you had merely glared at him and slurred, “wouldn’t you like to know.”
When they shifted you from morphine to other pain medications, you reacted badly to those. You cried at everything. You cried at the hospital food, you cried at therapy. You cried at daytime television. Once, Sonny found you just sitting in bed, giant tears rolling down your face. When he asked why you were crying, you told him, your breath hitching as you sobbed, that you felt badly because you had “said some rude things” about Brahms.
“I just want to apologize to him one last time.” It took him another few moments to understand that you thought you had been talking to Brahms at one point and that you wanted to, somehow, apologize to a composer who had been dead for a hundred years. Sonny had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing at you – you were so distraught. All he could do was wipe away your tears and tell you that all was forgiven.
Some of the tears were valid though.
You cried when you saw your cello, crushed beyond recognition. It had helped save your life, but it was a one-of-a-kind instrument and the first real investment in your career that you had made. In the depression that fell over you during your hospital stay, you became convinced that you’d never play music again.
You cried a lot about your parents, too.
Sonny always knew that your family was not like his. Between the few spats he had witnessed himself and overhearing you and Bella making comments about them, he figured your parents had issues.
Your father called him back when you were still unconscious from your surgery. He made some lame excuses about trying to find a flight to New York over the holidays, and in the end, he just asked Sonny to keep him updated. He promised to send along some money to help with your medical bills, but otherwise, your father was out of the picture.
You mother visited later, once you were out of the ICU and trying to figure out the next steps of your rehab. There was no way you could go back to your apartment right away – it was a four-story walk-up, and you could barely walk with all your broken bones and diminished stamina.
Tentatively, you had asked your mother if you could go home to recover. You could rent a car together and she could drive you home, then you could return to New York once you were healed up.
“Oh, I don’t know, honey,” your mother had said absentmindedly. “You know I’m not good with stuff like that.”
Sonny was standing by the window, listening to your conversation and seething. He could think of at least ten family members of his own who would gladly help you recover, and your own mother couldn’t be bothered. But at least she showed up. Your father never even made an appearance.
Sonny turned and watched you as you reacted to your mother. He watched your face: first the disappointment, then the stony, blank face.
“It’s fine,” you replied, your voice flat. “I’ll figure it out.”
“That’s my girl,” your mother replied. She reached over and fluffed your hair before wincing at a healing cut on your forehead. “You know, if you parted your hair on the other side, you can cover this. Because it looks like it’s going to scar.”
“Good idea,” you said. You stared off at the wall opposite to your bed until your mother left. Her flight didn’t leave until the next day, but she had a ticket to see “Wicked” and wanted to grab dinner beforehand.
“I’ll call you and check in once I’m home,” she said. She kissed your cheek and gave Sonny a wave and was gone.
Sonny watched you for a moment, and then he walked over to your bedside. “You okay, doll?” he asked softly. You shook your head slightly, and he could tell you were trying to hold back more tears.
“You don’t have to stay, stretch,” you replied. You glanced at him for a second, then shifted your eyes to your broken arm. You toyed with the edge of the plaster. “I have to figure some things out anyway. Make some calls.”
“You don’t have to do any of that.” He reached out and laid his hand on your good arm, squeezing it gently. “You’re gonna come stay with me until you’re healed up.”
You shook your head again. “I can’t…”
“You can. You will.” He rubbed your arm and watched as the tears spilled over and ran down your face. “My building has an elevator, I have plenty of PTO banked up. Between me and Bella and my parents, we can handle it. And when you get tired of the Carisi’s, your bandmates can help.”
“It’s going to be a month or longer,” you protested, but he shifted his hand to grasp yours.
“I’ve got plenty of movies queued up,” he replied. He tilted his head at you and gave you his winningest smile until you couldn’t help but grin back at him.
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Ok ok ok...ya know the Seb outfit yesterday? with the jacket and the coat and the all black and the scruff? Of course you do ok anywhore, picture Bucky. In that...but BUT he's like on a mission right? So who knows what he's got hidden in there. I'm just saying.
*sigh* Just for you...
It was all going so nicely and then- out of fucking nowhere, there are bullets flying past your head, people screaming, glass shattering. The gilded crowd of charity gala goers was in a panic, rushing around you to reach the exit. Jewels and fur stoles blurred in your vision, high heels and polished shoes battered the polished marble floor like so many tiny hammers as they raced to safety. Once, twice, three times, you’d been knocked aside, shoved against the wall, slammed into by careless fat cats who cared for nothing but getting themselves and their trophy wives out of the grand hall and into the cold night.
As you trembled behind an expensive piece of rubbish that some asshole was calling art, you stared at the intruders as they overtook the room. A group of men cloaked in black from head to combat boot were trashing the place, knocking over tables, grabbing at jeweled necklines, and shooting machine guns into the air.
Your heart was racing, pulse beating in your head so loudly that it hurt. You scanned the room for salvation, but you were on your own. There was only one thing to do- run.
Grabbing up the heavy skirt of your gown, you kicked your shoes off and went for it. The exit wasn’t too far, but there was an ocean of trouble between you and the giant glass doors, not to mention bullets, scared old men with gem-encrusted canes, and what now appeared to be specially trained assassins. If only your date hadn’t split…
Taking a deep breath, you pushed off the ground and broke into a run. Unsurprisingly, you didn’t get too far before you were ducking and screaming as the wall beside you was impregnated with a spray of bullets that sent the plaster tumbling down upon you. Gritting your teeth and clenching your dress, you ran like Cinderella being chased by midnight. Just a little bit further and-
Your breath stopped as you slammed into a solid wall of black-clad flesh. He grabbed your upper arm and spun with you, pulling you out of the way of an incoming chair.
When your eyes cleared, you stared up at your date. His hair was a little messier than when he’d left you, his eyes a little more focused. Bucky.
“Where the hell have you been!” you yelled, slapping at his chest in annoyance.
He looked down with a smirk. “You’re welcome for saving your life.” Leaning down, he kissed you hard, sucking at your lips in a hurry. You swooned, momentarily melting against his expensive suit, but the moment was shortlived.
Just to break you apart, a nearby table flipped in your direction and you jolted, clinging to him.
“Doesn’t feel saved yet!” you snit.
Bucky winked and despite the danger, you felt your tempterature rise with desire.
“Give me a sec, doll- I got this.” Letting you go, he turned back to the danger, black trench coat flapping in slow motion in your eyes. He reached beneath the coat and came back with a giant gun, immediately taking on the competition. He spared one more flirtatious look over his shoulder at you and then rushed forward into the fray.
You sighed and watched in awed exasperation as he went to work. “Next time, I’m taking Steve…”
He laughed. “I heard that!”
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ballpit | colby brock x fem!reader
WARNINGS- baby cuteness, colby being a cute dad, some swearing.
SUMMARY- this is based off of the video where elton made a ballpit except colby has a girlfriend (you) and a newborn daughter. but they all still live in the trap house.
this is a long one!!!
𝑦／𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑣
i was laying on the bed with mine and colby’s two day old daughter, amanda, while colby was editing a video next to us on our bed.
we were just sitting there and elton comes running up the stairs, telling me, colby and sam to come downstairs and look at something.
“here we go, no giant hands elton, im holding my baby” colby yells as he takes amanda.
“no it’s not a prank” he yells back.
we walk downstairs and there is a bouncy house in what used to be the living room. it filled the whole roof. colby went to go on it, still holding the baby.
“colby please be careful, boys look out for amanda” i tell all the boys as they all get on it.
“don’t worry y/n, we’ll watch out for her” aaron tells me as he gently lays a hand on her small legs.
“yeah yeah, don’t be a fucking idiot about it” i giggle at the accent he does.
“yo aaron, can you quickly hold her, i wanna bounce on my back” colby asks as he starts handing her to him.
“sure man, hewo wittwe wittwe baby, oh your so cute, she’s adorable” he says in a baby voice, then changes it to a weird woman’s voice.
“yeah, she is, now hand her back to her dada” colby says laying on his back.
“colby be careful, please, she’s tiny compared to all you guys, and much more fragile” i say watching colby lay her on his chest.
“come join us y/n” sam tells me as he comes to the edge i was standing at.
“i don’t know, i’m still tired, and so is she so i might bring her for a nap” i say looking at colby, he is softly patting her back, and she is slowly starting to fall asleep.
“come on baby, just for a few minutes” colby pleads looking at me.
“fine, just a few minutes, then i’m taking her with me for a nap” i say hopping in, going over to colby.
“ok, i’ll come with yous” he says looking down at amanda as she makes cute baby noises while sleeping.
she eventually goes into a deep sleep and me and colby go up to our room. on the way up the stairs we can hear the guys giggling as they jump.
“are you going to sleep baby” he asks as he hands her to me, to take his shirt off.
“yeah, i’m so tired” i say yawning.
“come here baby” he says laying down on our bed.
i walk over to our bed after laying the sleeping baby in her crib. i lay down and colby instantly pulls me close to him. i hum in satisfaction as i nuzzle my face in his neck.
“you ok baby” he asks as i start sniffling.
“no, i’m in so much fucking pain in my vagina, im so emotional about every fucking thing, im always so tired, then i get horny, but there’s no point telling you cause i can’t have sex yet, i bearly want to go out, and i love our daughter, but she cries so much, and my nipples fucking hurt like a bitch” i sob while sitting up.
“aw baby, why didn’t you just tell me all this, i want to help you so much more than i do, but i don’t exactly know what to help you with. yes i know i help with the baby, but what exactly would you like me to do with her instead of you” he says taking my hands, looking into my eyes.
“breastfeeding” i say bluntly.
“ok baby, maybe something that’s actually physically possible for me to do” he says chuckling.
“i don’t know colbyyyy” i whine while laying down on his lap.
“ok, how about this. for the next two weeks, you rest, as much as you can. i’ll wake up and get her when she cries, i’ll feed her, meaning you’ll have to pump into bottles. i’ll change her diapers” he says rubbing my hair, making me inch closer to a peaceful slumber.
“that’s too much baby, i can do things, i sw-“
“no baby, that’s what’s happening. nothings changing my mind” he cuts me off.
“i love you so much, i don’t think i could do this without you” i say sitting up to hug him, tightly.
“i love you too, forever and ever” he says kissing my temple.
he lays us down as i yawn, cradling me in his arms as i sleep peacefully. he soon falls into a deep slumber.
sᴋɪᴘ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ʜᴏᴜʀs
𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑏𝑦’𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑣
i woke up to the sound of amanda crying. i look over at her crib and notice she is awake. i slowly get up, careful not to wake up y/n. i walk over to her crib and pick her up, gently.
“hey baby, what’s the matter, you wake up hungry” i say softly while rocking her. her cries turned into tiny whines, into little coos.
i walk out of the room, going to the kitchen. i open the fridge to see a bottle of breastmilk, y/n already pumped earlier today.
“hey bro, she wake up hungry, just like her dad half the time” sam asks, walking into the kitchen.
“yeah, just like dada” i say putting some water in a pot, after handing her to sam.
“she’s so beautiful man, i can’t wait till me and katrina are ready for one” he says smiling down at his tiny goddaughter.
“thanks bro, trust me, it’s worth it” i say patting his back, lightly.
“hey y’all, this like a dadas meeting” corey jokes as he walks into the kitchen. “oh sorry ma’am, didn’t see ya. dada, plus cute adorable tiny baby brock meeting” he says after noticing her, in sams arms.
“yeah dude, i was just telling him how it’s so worth having a baby” i say smiling at corey’s joke.
“oh shit, sam wants a baby” corey says looking at sam.
“not quite yet, but yeah eventually” he responds looking down at amanda.
“true god” corey says taking amanda after sam offered her to him.
“hey guys, colby just letting you know, we’re having a party tonight, but i promise it’s baby friendly and the music won’t be blasting” elton says walking into the kitchen as i put the bottle in the water.
“ok, thanks bro” i say as i take amanda back, cause she was getting fussy.
once she goes silent and completely fine, everyone looks at me with wide eyes and their mouths open.
“what, you’ve never seen a baby stop crying” i ask chuckling lightly.
“no, she’s a huge daddy’s girl already” elton says, laughing.
“no she is not” i say making a face.
“she totally is, it would take any other parent at least twenty minutes to calm their newborns down, she was in your hand for less than a second and she’s just chill” corey says smiling but seeming confused.
“ok, maybe she is” i say smiling down at the little mix of me and the love of my life, staring up at me with her finger on her chin, like she was thinking.
“what’s she thinking about” sam jokes. and that’s when we find out.
she shit. great. she was thinking about weather or not to put her dad through hell and shit herself, cause i have to change her. and she did. i quickly test the milk temperature, and it’s just right. so i take that with us and change her.
after changing her, we all went to the living room. i was feeding her, her bottle, while me and the boys watched spongebob. yes, spongebob.
“baby” i hear y/n yell out, worry in her voice.
“the living room baby” i reply back.
she walks in with the same face she always has when she’s sleeping and when she wakes up. i angry face. her lips plump, eyebrows furrowed. she comes and sits next to me and lays into my side.
we watch some more tv, till it was time to get ready.
𝑦／𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑣
me, colby and amanda walked upstairs to get ready for the party. for amanda i just chose a simple onesie that was short sleeve, considering it was extremely hot and just some plain black socks. i chose a t-shirt, shorts and some airforces. colby was wearing a black t-shirt that tightly fit him, some bleached shorts and his bandana airforces.
we all walked downstairs and everyone was staring at us. they all watched us as we walked around, mainly cause everyone loved amanda. usually she would be passed around by now, but colby’s got her in his arms and he doesn’t like anyone but the people who live here, holding her much.
“have fun tonight baby” colby said to me.
“y/n, get over here, we need your music” of course. i was always the music person, i have”the best playlists ever” according to many. i think their just ok. not amazing.
(the playlist is at the bottom if your interested, it is a mixture of all kinds of songs that remind me of colby)
i connect to the small speaker, but still big enough for everyone to hear it. my playlist starts playing and hotel by montell fish, starts playing. (pretend it was out then)
everyone cheers. i love this song so much. i walk over to colby to see he gave amanda to katrina. thank fuck. i walk over to him and hook my finger on his chain, leading him to where everyone’s dancing.
i start swaying my hips on him, slowly. he grunts and stuffs his face in my neck, slowly kissing it. i let out a moan and scoot my ass back onto him. he groans and grips my waist.
“keep doing that baby, and i just might not give a shit about weather or not i can fuck you. i’ll be sure to put another baby in there” he says in my ear while humping me.
“do it….daddy” i say turning my head and kissing him hard.
“y/n, colby, she won’t stop crying” katrina says rushing over to us, making us pull apart quickly from our make out.
“fuck, ok, i’m going to bed anyways, she can come with me” i say taking her from katrina’s arms.
“you can stay baby, i want to get some sleep anyways, i love you” i say giving colby a kiss before going upstairs.
“your really keeping me from living, aren’t you little one” i say, sighing.
she only squeaks and mumble in return. i lay her down on the bed, before going to remove my shorts. until the door opens, i turn around to see its colby. i sigh and continue taking my shorts off.
“why aren’t you down there” i ask, hugging his big torso. (let’s just pretend the party went on fo awhile before katrina gave amanda back)
“mike and kevin were fighting, so elton sent everyone home” he said, before amanda squeals, getting our attention.
“hi baby, look at you, all smiling while laying on momma and dadas bed, you cheeky baby” colby says laying on his stomach, lifting his chest, so he doesn’t squash her tiny feet.
she only squeals again, making me giggle. colby also chuckles and lays his head on her stomach, giving her the opportunity to grip his hair.
“ow, babe, please, she’s got my hair” he yells while she yanks on it.
“hey, little monster baby, leave dadas perfect hair alone” i giggle while getting his hair out of his grip.
after that we did our things we had to do and went straight to bed.
sᴋɪᴘ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏs
the ballpit was ballpit was still there. but amanda enjoyed it so, not complaining.
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THE NEEDLE PIT.
☆ DANIEL MATTHEWS X READER
SUMMARY - reader gets thrown into the needle pit, some form of established friendship with daniel.
basic saw warnings, needles, description of gore(?), not much comfort but it's there (somewhere)
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Everytime I inhaled I felt my lungs fill with the gas that diffused throughout the house.
I leaned up against the wall as a watched the taller man, Xavier attempt to break down the door, it opening slightly each time.
"If its stuck, its a trap."
Amanda said knowingly.
"Lady, this whole house is a trap."
it's been a few more minutes, eventually Xavier managed to barge the door open.
I walk in cautiously behind the others, glancing at Laura who reminded sitting to check how she was doing, I watched as Daniel then joined the rest of us.
I turn around, suddenly hearing a familiar sinister voice coming from a tape player, the same voice from the first tape.
Hello, Xavier.
I want to play a game.
The game I want to play
is very similar...
to the one that you've
been playing as a drug dealer.
A game of offering hope
to the desperate for a price.
I think we can agree that
your situation is desperate...
so I offer you hope.
The price you pay...
is that you must crawl
into the same pit of squalor...
your force your customers into.
By entering this room,
a timer has been started.
When the timer expires...
the door in front of you
will be locked forever.
"Guys, guys-"
Daniel interrupts the tape, staring down at something.
"What?"
Xavier snaps
Daniel lifts up the distressed metal bed frame revealing a disgusting pit filled with used needles, making me feel sick just by looking at it.
...before the timer runs out.
Can you unlock it...
and retrieve the antidote inside?
I will give you just one hint
as to where that key is
It will be like finding
a needle in a haystack.
Let the game begin.
The tape finishes.
"Someones going in there, someone is fucking going in there man!"
Xavier paces, the timer decreasing by the second.
I remain still watching the others to see what they do next, I make eye contact with Xavier before he begins charging towards me.
"No! No!"
I shouted, attempting to break free from his grasp. He carried me by my arms holding me tightly, I felt a stinging sensation rush through my body the noise of glass breaking filled my ears.
I got hit with reality. I was in a pit filled with used needles, I sobbed, feeling as if I was being stabbed all over my body.
I can hear the others shouting, seeing slight glances of people turning their backs at to me, I lay there mainly in shock until I manged to make out Xavier shouting at me to dig.
I slowly turned around my arms shook, tears rolling off my face, I can still hear Xavier yelling as I raised my hands beginning the dig through the needles, the pain becoming stronger.
"Someones gotta help her!"
Daniel yelled.
The others we're facing the wall, guiltily looking over the shoulders.
"What the fuck guys!"
He cried, pacing back and forth.
After digging for what felt like hours, I found the key attempting to drag myself through the needles to get to the edge, shakily placing the key on the outside of the pit. The sight of the needles sticking out of my arm makes me feel even more nauseous.
Xavier grabbed the key, running over to the large metal door, fumbling as he tried to open it.
I felt Amanda gently grab my arms in order to pull me out followed my Daniel, once they got me out I was laid down near the needle pit, I felt as Daniel pulled a needle from my arm my body tensed causing him to immediately stop, afraid to hurt me.
Amanda whispered to me but I couldn't hear her over Xavier shouting.
"NO! NO! NO!"
I heard him shouting, slamming the door.
"Fucking bitch!"
Is the last I hear before seeing him storming towards me, shoving Daniel away.
"Alright, that's enough."
Jonas attempted, grabbing Xavier before he could do any damage.
They agrued for a moment before Addison chimed in.
"Stop this bullshit! There's something we're not seeing, he knows us, our names-"
"Jail."
I winced again, feeling another needle being pulled from my body, following by another, I felt Amanda rest her hand on my shoulder for comfort.
I heard Daniel mumble apologises under his breath as he removed the needles .
Laura entered the room, resting on the doorframe before joining the conversation.
"Make it four."
"For what?"
"Doesn't matter."
She remarked.
"Anyone else want to own up?"
"What about you, you got juive written all over you?"
Jonas asked Daniel, as him and Amanda finished removing the needles.
"No- never been."
Daniel responded, Jonas turned to face me attempting to question me but not being sure if I was capable of answering.
"I have."
I hesitated, trembling as I sat up, with help from both Amanda and Daniel.
Jonas begins explaining about what we all may have in common.
"The only thing you people have in common, is holding me back. I'm gone."
Xavier interrupts him, aggressively storming out from the room.
Daniel wrapped his arm around my side in order to help me up, I stumbled trying to get up, my whole body hurting.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE ∞
to my dearest amanda, my mandy moo, my beloved, my best friend, my favorite virgo, my sun, the mother of my kids, the keeper of my heart, ryan to my sharpay, obi-wan to my anakin, lilo to my stitch, buttercup to my bubbles .. wishing you the happiest of birthdays !!
i wish words could do my love for you justice but i know for a fact that, that will never be the case. the adoration, the fondness, the appreciation that i have for you and the beautiful friendship you have blessed me with, can never be entirely expressed in the twenty six letters of the alphabet. and even if i was fluent in all seven thousand of the world's languages, that still wouldn't be enough. my love for you is boundless. three years of friendship truly feels like a whole lifetime when we've shared so many fond memories — from all our movie dates, to our early morning antics and late night shenanigans, to yelling our love for each other at each other every chance we get, to 'i love you the same', to crying when we go a day without talking, to claiming hasbulla as our son, to yelling about our kids, yelling at our kids, to all the inside jokes, to laughing until we cry, to creating together. i honestly can't even pick a favorite. i hope you know that getting to talk to you is the highlight of my days. i also hope you realize just how loved you are. not only are you beautiful inside and out, but you possess so much talent and creative ideas in that big, juicy brain of yours. your soul radiates sunlight and your positive energy is so contagious. i could go on to write entire novels about why you are the most extraordinary human being. how blessed i am to have met you and know you in this lifetime. but i'm going to end this here with three words i will never get tired of saying to you ..
i love you, i love you, i love you. @devilscherubs
love forever,
ginger.
#it’s the love of my life’s birthday!!!!#amanda tag.#everybody go show her some love#she deserves the world <33
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The Uncanny X-Men #179 - What Happened to Kitty?
Kitty is alive! But she's been captured by the Morlocks and she's being forced to marry Caliban. (These people are obsessed with forced weddings, huh? See issue #170 for more info.)
Storm, Wolverine, and Rogue go to the morgue to identify the "Kitty" found in the street last issue. Wolverine says it's not really Kitty because the scent is off. Storm asks if he's certain and he is. It must be the body that Masque altered!
At Xavier's mansion, Nightcrawler, Professor Xavier, Amanda Sefton, and Illyana try to undo what Pyro and Avalanche did to Colossus in issue #177 (super heat, then deep freeze him, causing him to turn to stone). They are unsure how to restore Colossus to health.
Suddenly, Storm contacts the Professor through the psychic bond he keeps with all the X-Men. Storm explains that the body at the morgue is not actually Kitty's and that she thinks she knows where the real Kitty is. But this conversation is interrupted by a massive blast of psychic energy which causes the Professor to accidentally send deadly psi-bolts all around the room. Everyone ducks and covers. The Professor tells Nightcrawler that he senses a powerful scanning wave of extraterrestrial origin. The psychic wave has severely weakened the Professor. Nightcrawler wonders what it all means.
Back at the forced wedding between Kitty and Caliban, Kitty starts protesting this "wedding," but Callisto interrupts her asking whether it's true she promised Caliban that she would stay with him forever if he helped the X-Men fight Callisto (see issue #170). Kitty admits that that IS true. Kitty remembers that Colossus is in danger and she says she has to leave immediately. Callisto makes her promise to come back and then Kitty runs away.
Unfortunately, she's completely lost in the Morlocks' tunnels. A weird short alien-looking creature approaches Kitty and offers to help. But it just leads her back to the Morlocks. Kitty says she has returned to fulfill her promise. She asks Callisto to save Colossus in return. Callisto sends a the alien-looking Morlock to find "the healer." Callisto says that Kitty is a Morlock now and they always look after their own. Callisto proceeds marrying Caliban and Kitty, but then Storm, Wolverine, and Rogue show up. Storm is PISSED!
Storm immediately blows Callisto back with wind. Callisto yells for the alien-looking Morlock to attack Storm. It's name is Leech and with one touch, Storm's powers are gone. Callisto jumps on top of Storm. Storm says she didn't need her powers to beat Callisto before (again, issue #170), and she won't need them now either. Wolverine's ready to cut Leech to pieces, but Kitty screams for them all to stop. Colossus is what's important right now.
Callisto, her healer Morlock, and the X-Men return to the mansion. Rogue absorbs Colossus's powers, reverting him to human form. Storm sees the pain this causes Rogue, and she realizes that no matter what happened in Rogue's past, she is one of them now - Rogue is an X-Man. With Colossus no longer inn human form, it allows the Morlock healer to use his abilities on Colossus. Colossus's wounds heal. He is alive!
Later, Kitty says goodbye to Illyana. She's going to marry Caliban and fulfill her promise. But when she gets to the tunnels, Caliban realizes this isn't what Kitty wants. He says that although he loves her, forcing Kitty to marry him would be wrong. He calls off the wedding. Kitty says she is proud to call Caliban a friend. He says he hopes she will return one day, of her own free will. He gives her a single red rose.
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Mark Greene for the character ask 👀
Why I like them: he's my DAD (BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE)
Why I don’t: when he yells at Rachel it breaks my heart :(
Favorite episode (scene if movie): if it's just for him, Love's Labor's Lost... there's a reason that one's so iconic
Favorite season/movie: s5!! he's survived his Big Character Development of the early seasons and gets to just chill. also the Amanda Lee arc happens in s5 and I deserved a whole season of her shenanigans and Mark increasingly in denial about her weirdness actually
Favorite line: *with his mouth full of bagel* I am a virtuous man!
Favorite outfit: whenever he wears his ill-fitting long-sleeved shirts over a white t-shirt and sweats. bc it is exactly the kind of outfit my actual dad wears all the time.
OTP: DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY IT
Brotp: I'm the only one on the Rogreene train and I'll own that. all his friendships are so good though - Mark & Susan BFFs forever, Mark & Doug, Mark & Carol...
Headcanon: his favorite kind of doughnut is maple :)
Unpopular opinion: his whole awkward thing about Susan is literally just because everyone keeps insisting they can't possibly be just friends so he's like "well I guess I must have a crush on her?"
A wish: I should get to hug him he looks like he gives great hugs
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: do not EVER reboot the series and do not pull a GA dream sequence with him I would hate it so much
5 words to best describe them: my dad (boogie woogie woogie)
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a gift - chapter one
Alex Cabot doesn't care about her birthday.
Calex/kind of an Alex character study two shot about her birthday. Olivia, Amanda, Munch, and Fin appear. Part two out soon. I write requests! This one was from @cabotlvr.
ao3
“Oh,” Her mom said from across the dinner table, “It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?”
Somehow, even Alex forgot this year.
“Oh, yes. It is,” she said, surprised. Today I am seven.” She barely felt excited. She never enjoyed other children’s birthday parties, so she hadn’t had her own since she turned four. It was really only another day. It was a Saturday, so she even got to skip everyone’s attention at school.
“We should sing,” her mom said, turning to her father.
“No, thank you,” Alex said, “May I please be excused?”
Her mom looked at her with a slightly downturned mouth.
“Of course. Happy birthday, Alexandra.”
“Thank you, mom” She said.
When Alex got to her room, she opened up her book, a new one: Ramona Quimby: Age 8. She liked Ramona, even though they weren’t very much alike. Ramona was so naughty! But, she had a big imagination like Alex did. She spent the evening of her seventh birthday with exactly the company she wanted.
“ALEX!!!!” Heather yelled when she entered the classroom. It was buzzing with the excitement that always came with the last week of school. Alex startled. She looked behind her, then patted her skirt pockets. She didn’t see any threat or reason to be so agitated.
“What?” She said.
Heather pulled out a noisemaker and blew it.
“Happy birthday!” Heather said. Some of the rest of the class looked at Heather, annoyed, then turned away. Some of them stifled laughter, a sound all too familiar to Alex.
Oh. Alex had noticed that when she crossed today off in her calendar at home. She should’ve guessed it would be a big deal at school. Against her will, her face turned pink and she started to cry. It made them all laugh louder. Alex ran to the bathroom, the tears in her eyes rolling down her cheeks now. Sixth grade was the worst and she never wanted to step foot in that stupid school again. And she never wanted to see Heather Montague again either.
When she stopped crying, she went to the nurse and said she had a stomach ache and she threw up in the bathroom. When her nanny arrived to pick her up, Alex didn’t say a word. When they got home, she went straight to her room. She missed soccer that day, and she missed French class the next. When her parents asked what was wrong at dinner, she told them it was nothing. She didn’t talk to Heather for a week.
She hated her stupid birthday.
CONGRATS GRADS — CLASS OF ’92 read the banner in front of the auditorium.
There should’ve been two parties today. Graduation meant a lot to Alex, as did her 4.0 and her acceptance letter from Wellesley. Still, she didn’t see a need for much fanfare. Everyone she loved had congratulated her already, so what was the big deal?
18 was just another year. She didn’t want to buy cigarettes, or go all the way to Montreal like some of her classmates were.
No, she wanted to spend the day with one person and one person only.
After the ceremony, they drove out to Heather’s uncle’s country house, still in their graduation dresses, polaroid camera in tow. They stole a bottle of champagne and laid a picnic blanket out by the lake. As the night got chillier they got closer. Alex’s heart pounded when they finally kissed.
“Happy birthday, Alex,” Heather whispered a centimeter from her lips. Alex started to cry.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
“I’m just going to miss you.”
Heather kissed her again, and Alex wanted the night to last forever.
Year two was over, and Alex truly felt like celebrating. While she did have an internship looming over her head, at least there were no more classes to go to. Anne, Cecilia, and Thomas were going out so Alex was going out, the three of them were attached at the hips these days. Thomas had found a guy, and Anne and Cecilia were all over each other, but Alex didn’t mind being the fifth wheel.
“Alex!!” Thomas slurred from the dance floor. “Alex, come dance with us,” he continued. “Aaaaaalex!”
Alex did as she was asked. Thomas was very compelling, she loved that about him. He was very charming and he always had some guy or another on his arm, whether they were at a school event or a jam-packed dance floor.
She was just tipsy enough to dance her whole heart out. She saw someone she recognized sitting at the bar, the cute redhead she’d only seen in passing at the library or in faculty talks. They must be in different years. She was with a big group of girls and guys; some of whom she recognized as classmates, some of whom she didn’t. She was wearing a pair of black overalls and a baggy white t-shirt, she had her somewhat short hair tied back in a sensible ponytail.
Alex thought she would make an excellent dance companion.
“Can I buy you a drink?” She said when she walked up to her. She smiled back when she turned to face Alex. It was a pretty smile, big and genuine. It made Alex smile too.
“You can,” she said, “But don’t ask me to dance with you unless you want an elbow to the eye.” Alex laughed and shrugged. She didn’t know how the woman would manage that, since they seemed about the same height, but the conviction with which she said it made her think that it had happened before.
“Deal,” she said, making eye contact with the bartender. “What am I getting you, um,” Alex trailed off, realizing she’d forgotten to ask her name.
“Casey,” she said, “Gin and tonic.” Alex ordered them two. She took the time to really notice Casey, her toned arms and rosy cheeks: she was pale, and it was hot inside the bar. Casey licked her lips and Alex noticed them, how plump and soft they looked. She liked everything she saw, very much.
“Alex,” she said. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Casey said. “I think I’ve seen you around.”
“Yes, I recognize you from the library.”
“That’s it! You’re the one who’s always sitting on the couches with your papers spread out,” Casey said. Alex must’ve blushed, because Casey reassured her, “It’s very, um, intriguing.” She squeezed Alex’s arm and ran her hand down to Alex’s, touching her thumb and thigh before she pulled away.
“You’re the one who always has an iced latte,” Alex said in return.
“Caramel,” Casey said, nodding. “I guess we’ve noticed each other,” She said, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Happy Birthday to me, Alex thought.
It was her birthday. Or, the day that wasn’t her birthday anymore.
It was hard to keep it all straight. She was already on her second round of names, birthdays, towns, backstories. She should’ve counted on running into someone she knew, but she didn’t think it would be so soon. So a month into being Penelope Greyson, office manager for the county clerk, she still felt like Alex Cabot. She was clinging to feeling like Alex Cabot, holding out hope that one day it would be safe to return to her. Maybe she could even work for the DA again, maybe even in SVU. Maybe Olivia would still be there. She wondered who they replaced her with.
She could never have imagined it would be like this. Not in law school, not when she started in the DA’s office, thinking it would just be a stepping stone to politics. Not even while she was trying cases for SVU did she think things would rise to this level. Protective detail sometimes, sure, but not losing her entire life this way. Sometimes she thought it was only a few steps better than death. To lose it all: no friends, no family, none of the work she cared about, just numbers and schedules and meetings. She went to the park sometimes, brought a book. She watched TV, the news; all the dramas and comedies she’d never had time for in her old life. It bored her to tears. Alex found herself wishing she’d had all those birthday parties she skipped.
When she got home from work, Alex dropped her bag on the floor. Then she picked it right back up. She was craving birthday cake, though she hadn’t had one of her own in 26 years.
The store was busy: it was the only supermarket in a half hour radius from most of the county. It seemed like the whole population was there, women with full carts carrying babies, men in jeans picking out steaks, teenagers with baskets full of candy. Before, Alex hardly ever went into a supermarket. She found it so funny and so foreign how kids hung out in the parking lot, driving out there just to sit in their cars and make trouble.
In the baking aisle, Alex stared at the millions of options in front of her: funfetti, angel food, yellow cake, dark chocolate, not to mention the brownies, cookies, and muffins. Alex didn’t know what kind she wanted. Other people seemed to mostly pick yellow cake, so she guessed that was what made the most sense. She picked up the box and read the instructions. She had eggs and vegetable oil. She’d slowly, very slowly been learning how to cook.
She made it all the way to the cash register before realizing she didn’t have a cake pan. The foil ones seemed like her safest bet. And frosting, people had frosting on birthday cakes. Alex picked chocolate.
Alex mixed the cake in the pasta pot. She liked how it looked while she poured it into the foil pan, how it flowed. She smoothed the top like the box instructed, and she liked how the batter felt under the metal spoon. She liked how it smelled as it baked, the whole house was filled with vanilla. When a knife inserted in the center came out clean, she pulled it out of the oven.
Somewhere, somehow, Alex remembered that you shouldn’t frost a cake before it cools down. So, she let the cake cool all the way down. It was almost 11:00 before that happened, but she didn’t care. She spread the frosting on top of the cake (she left it in the pan, she wasn’t that brave). She forgot the candles, but she didn’t care. She hummed herself happy birthday.
The cake was delicious. Alex Cabot made a cake. It was her birthday.
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In your opinion, what are the five most memorable/iconic traps in the Saw franchise?
Oh boy, friend, what a floodgate you've opened....mwahahahaha. Thank you for this ask, I'm rather excited to answer it! It'll be tough to choose just five, but I can do it! :D
I'm going to set myself criteria, because there are a lot of traps and many of them are very interesting; both in the motive behind the trap as well as the mechanics of it. So, I will be judging based on if I have seen fanart of the trap/how often I see fan art of the trap, if I see other people on social media discuss the trap in detail, if I've heard other people discuss the trap irl, and if the trap makes reappearances in sequel movies (either on new individuals, or as a flashback). I will not be doing large traps; that is traps where the person involved has to complete multiple traps in order to progress through a building and get out, but I will include the individual traps within those traps...if that makes sense (this will probably make more sense when I get to explaining the traps I've chosen). I think that's a fair starting point. We do have 9 movies of traps to work through.
Remember, this is my opinion, and is by no means The Golden Standard. If people don't like my opinion, that is fine, but make they can make their own post about it please.
I'm putting the rest under a cut, because this is Saw. There is a copious amount of gore and torture, and even just discussing it could make people not used to it queasy. (though I'll be doing my best not to be too over the top with the horror talk lol) For trigger warnings, read the post tags first. Also; people should just assume spoilers for any Saw 1-9 are possible in this post.
5. Needle Pit: The Needle Pit starts us off at number 5. Not one that usually gets a whole lot of discussion surrounding it, but I have seen a fair share of memes about how people cringe when they watch this one, and I have actually come across fanart themed for it, usually focused mostly on Amanda, the trap's victim, but still involving the trap itself; so it counts. Because I don't expect people who don't watch to know what all the traps are, I will explain them all briefly.
Here we go: Eight people are trapped in a house where they are exposed to a neurotoxin in the air. The Needle Pit trap is a part of the house, a trap within a trap (hopefully now my earlier distinction makes more sense). A pit full of syringes...with the needles all attached. Among them is hidden a key that needs to be dug out within a time limit. If the key is not found prior to the timer going off, the door it opens will be sealed forever, making one of the antidote doses for the toxin unreachable. The Needle Pit was not meant to be Amanda's trap; it was meant for a drug dealer, as atonement for preying upon the struggles of people addicted to drugs. However, Xavier isn't about to climb down into the pit himself, so he shoves Amanda in instead. Every fiber of my being cringes when she lands in the pit of needles. I've heard a lot of people say they find that one of the hardest to watch.
4. Glass Coffin: The Glass Coffin coming in at number 4! This trap never fails to get me, honestly. I'm always yelling at the screen, telling Strahm to just get in the damn box. He never does. Though it's not as often as some of the others on this list, I've seen this trap referenced in fanfiction, in memes (specifically about Hoffman and Strahm as a ship) and I honestly find it one hard to forget.
Peter Strahm is at the scene of a trap, hoping to catch Mark Hoffman, a Jigsaw apprentice undercover as a detective. Peter enters a room, and in the center of the room is a coffin made of glass with broken glass scattered inside of it. There's a recording to listen to; it tells him to climb inside, but he gets distracted by a noise in the hall. Instead of listening further to the tape, Strahm hides and waits for Hoffman. He shoves Hoffman inside and the coffin locks. It's only after the door to the room shuts behind him that he realizes his error and listens to the rest of the tape. The glass coffin lowers into the floor, keeping Hoffman safe. The walls of the room close in on Strahm. In my opinion, this is also one of the worst traps. In a lot of other ones, the death is instantaneous if you fail. In this one, you can do nothing but watch the walls draw ever closer at a steady pace, waiting to be crushed. It's also one of the most frustrating because if Strahm had just listened to the tape and followed directions, or fought Hoffman in the hallway, or even immediately ran out of the room after shutting the coffin instead of staying to taunt Hoffman, he would have survived. (Strahm and Hoffman are also a ship pairing for the fandom, which is fun!)
3. Brazen Bull: I brought this one in because if there is ONE trap that most people seem to agree is fucking unfair, it's this one. Not unfair as in "inescapable" (you know I could do a whole nother list just dedicated strictly to those), but unfair as in someone totally innocent is punished for a man's lies. I've seen/heard a lot of people rant and rave about how this trap is bullshit because of that. And honestly, it really is. I hate it so much. Which makes it really unforgettable.
The trap: So, the Brazen Bull takes place in the seventh Saw movie. Bobby Dagen is a man who lied about being a previous Jigsaw survivor for the fame and money. Ironically, he gets Jigsaw's attention and has to go through a series of traps to save not only himself but also the people who lied with him (his publicist, his lawyer, and his best friend). He's been unsuccessful. When he gets to the last part, it's based off the trap he claimed he escaped before...with a twist. He has to pull himself up using chains that he has to hook into his flesh and reach an extension cord. Plug in the cord, and save his wife. His innocent wife who never knew he lied because she only met him after he became an alleged "survivor". His sweet wife who fell in love with him and was just trying to support a man she thought was traumatized from being a victim of Jigsaw's games. If he fails (he does), she will be roasted alive inside the Brazen Bull, which is based on an alleged historical method of torture and death. Most fans I personally know hate this trap.
2. Bathroom Trap: The Bathroom Trap comes in at number 2! Honestly, how could it not? It's the entirety of the first movie. It's the entire reason for Chainshipping. It's got so much fanart, so many references in text posts here on Tumblr, and it's impossible to forget because you'd literally have to forget the entire movie while remembering the rest of the franchise. You don't need to say "Lawrence and Adam in the bathroom" or "The first Saw Movie with the Bathroom", you literally just say "The Bathroom" and the fandom knows what you are talking about. We know. There's so much discussion around it, so much dissecting, so many edits, it's truly one of the most iconic in the franchise.
Lawrence and Adam wake up in a dingy bathroom with no windows and only one door out. They are each chained to the bathroom, on opposite ends. Between them lies a body in a puddle of what appears to be blood. The only way out? Saw off their legs with one of the rusty saws provided and crawl to freedom. What makes this so memorable isn't the trap itself; it's the way it was done. Lawrence knows nothing about Adam, Adam knows he was hired by someone to take photos and essentially stalk Lawrence. As the story unfolds, we learn more and more about them, and we see them start to develop some sort of camaraderie because they are trapped together. The ending, of course, ripped a hole in the heart of Chainshippers. Lawrence is able to escape. Adam is not. (he is alive and well in my HEART)
Honourable mentions: Razor Wire Maze (Saw, 2004) - crawl through a maze of razor wire (barbed wire), Pendulum Trap (Saw V) - crush the hands to stop a pendulum blade from dropping steadily lower and cutting the body in half, Public Execution (Saw VII) - three people, involved in cheating on each other, are in a large box in public; two tied to saws and one suspended above...they must decide which two survive, The Bedroom (Saw IV) - a rapist must gouge out his own eyes using a machine and hold the mechanism in place long enough to prevent his limbs being torn off, Shotgun Collar (Saw III) - a surgeon must keep Jigsaw alive long enough to watch another trap be completed; if his heart stops before the gun collar around her neck is removed, it will blow her head off (this trap also has a ship: the surgeon, Lynn, and Jigsaw's apprentice, Amanda), Shotgun Carousel (Saw VI) - six people are strapped to a carousel and it will stop each one of them in front of a gun at one point; the only way to stop the gun from going off is for their boss (who is forced to watch) to press a button which will drill into his own hand...and he can only save two.
Reverse Bear Trap: No one is probably shocked by this. This is it. This is the iconic trap. It's THE trap. It gets used and referenced multiple times in the series, there is so much fanart of characters in the trap, or even just the trap itself, and it's so easily recognizable.
The trap itself is simple. It's a bear trap that is reversed; instead of swinging shut, it explodes open. A metal piece is placed in the victim's mouth, ensuring that if they do not find the key and get it off in time, their head will be ripped open.
This trap appears in Saw (2004) as the trap Amanda Young is in prior to her becoming an apprentice to Jigsaw. She manages to get her key, unlock the trap, pull it off her head, and escape. It appears in Jigsaw's workshop in Saw III. It gets used on Hoffman in Saw VI; and he escapes even though he is not meant to, as it was meant to be a betrayal by Jigsaw's wife Jill. In Saw VII, Jill falls victim to the trap as revenge from Hoffman, and she dies. But, before all of that, The Reverse Bear Trap is in a short film, the short that predates the entire rest of the series. Referred to often as Saw 0.5 (2003), the original short film features the Reverse Bear Trap as it's only trap. It is actually almost the exact scenario Amanda faced, but with a man named David being the victim instead. It's a 9 minute film that was used to pitch the idea for Saw (2004). It can be found on YouTube, which is where I watched it.
So, yeah, the Reverse Bear Trap is very ingrained in the franchise. Anyone in the fandom would recognize it. There's even people who haven't seen any of the movies who have heard of it.
Hope that was entertaining and not too graphic for you! Thanks for the ask, I had a lot of fun answering!!!
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Whiskey Bottles & Wild Flowers: TK
Travis Kameron Pruitt is the eldest child of Beau and Katherine Pruitt. He has two younger sisters, Baylie and Amanda, who he loves to prank and pester all of the time. It started when he was six and the girls were four in a half, they were playing hide and go seek.
TK had found Cricket, but didn’t let it be known and locked the dryer lid with her in it. It took a while but Katherine had heard the yells from her youngest daughter and got her out.
Even as the siblings got older, the pranks didn’t stop. TK would intentionally do things to hurt his sisters, mostly Cricket though. Cricket still blames him for her broken collar bone, even if he technically didn’t do it.
The only time he ever cared about his sisters was when one was seriously hurt, like when Bay would break her finger(s) or when Cricket got a fish hook caught in her ear. (We still don’t know the actual physics of how that happened).
TK slowed down the pestering when he had met Chloe while at college. He’d still do pranks, but not as much and definitely not when Chloe was looking. TK was goofy and sweet to his girlfriend, which was a side of him his family hadn’t seen for years.
Travis Kameron is known for being a fighter, he’s always ready to throw hands when trouble starts, he might not act like it but he is protective of his sisters. When Leonard hurt his sister at prom, Knuckles went to his place and gave him a black eye, which they both knew he deserved. TK also gave Leo and Rick a talk about taking care of his sisters before they left to live with them in San Diego.
TK and Leo had always gotten along well, he just didn’t care much for Leo’s affection on Cricket. The guy was always with her, touching or leaning against her. TK didn’t like that, he knew that Leo would just break her heart as they grew older, but wanted Cricket to make her own choices. TK also had a little problem with Rick.
He knew that that man was nothing but a heartbreaker, and didn’t want him anywhere near Duckie. Obviously, both of his sisters still fell for those two idiots even after threatening the guys of what would happen if they hurt his little sisters.
TK is more than ready to be married to Chloe, he’s known she’s his one and only for years, but didn’t want to rush into a wedding before they were ready. He’s already gotten a house for them a few miles away from the Pruitt ranch, in both of their names, for when they start a family.
It was weird seeing TK so in love, his family not seeing him act that way ever. They knew that the young couple would last and get married when it was time.
So it wasn’t a big surprise when after Chloe got her nursing degree that it was only a matter of time before TK would propose. It was two weeks after her graduation that he finally popped the big question to her, and she said yes!
Ever since that day, it’s been planning, work, and helping around the ranch. They had already gotten a church and priest for the wedding, flowers on order, and decor in boxes ready to be set up. The only thing missing is the dress.
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AMANDA!!!! I'm so happy to see you!! I just scrolled through your blog and I was peeing myself laughing at all your Jensen + Atomic Heart posts!
I was away yesterday and came back to all of this gritty, grimy, dirty, smashing, growling, yelling, sexy AF Jensen! It was amazing! And you're posts and especially your tags had me giggling and agreeing so much!!
It's fabulous to see you back - missed you, beautiful! 🥰🥰
P.S. The wink ended me! 😵😵
AHHHHHH I LOVE YOU!! Thank you❤️❤️❤️ I’ve missed you too😭😭😭
AND GIRL YES!! OMGGG!! I WAS DROWNING OVER HERE!!! I literally couldn’t help myself, HE. LOOKS. SO. GOOD. Like what the fuck Jensen?? I stopped what I was doing and I MADE time to go through each frame of that damn trailer 🤣🤣🤣
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK JENSEN!? Literally I burnt the roux I was making for soup and had to start over because I was trying make a gif before my kids got home from school but it was WORTH IT!
But I couldn’t get THIS ONE OUT MY MIND 😩
I could watch him smash and break stuff forever 😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨
#I’m still obsessed with this#Jensen content gives me endorphins#it’s actually medicine#look at him#and that WINK and the end too yessssss 🫠🫠🫠🫠#I love you I miss you I’m sorry I’m a bad friend ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Peacemaker S1 Ep3 Better Goff Dead live watch
tagging @tinalbion in the subsequent posts for this <3333 thank u for convincing me to finally start it 🗣️🗣️
-“we know who she is we don’t need to know how much she enjoyed having sex with you” “what if it’s a clue?” “it’s not” “fair. i was just trying to slip it into conversation. hope nobody noticed. my bad” JFKWODNKWD stop bc why do i enjoy christopher sm rn 😭
-he’s just funny!!
-theM YELLING AT VIGILANTE FRIM BEHIDN THE TRASHCAN AND HES LIKE “why do i have to leave i’m just looking from behind a trashcan” IDKSKJD
-ur honor… he’s perfect
-“are u a psychiatrist?” “WHAT?” “then don’t tell me what’s normal!”
-vigilante wants to be chris’ best friend :3
-“even tho i mostly kill white people so…catch ya guys later :D”
-LEOTA AND CHRIS AND ADRIAN NEED TO ALL BE BFFS BY THE END OF THIS SHOW. DO U ALL GET ME.
-lets kill a senator baby
-WHY DO ALL PEOPLE WHO THINK PRO WRESTLING IS REAL THINK CLIMATE CHANGE IS A HOAX
-goff is a little butterfly
-VAGINA
-him laughing so god damn hard at her stop
-CAN THEY JUST TELL HIM WHAT A BUTTERFLY IS
-a butt baby 😭😭
-judomasters little suit
-“any questions?” “yes…is scissoring real i keep getting contradictory reports” “i always suspected u were a butt baby from the beginning” STOPPPPP bffs
-“what? i’m an ally!” “having a lesbian haircut doesn’t make you an ally” I LOVE HER
-let’s see if he can draw the dove of peace
-nope yeah looks like a ghost
-“there. there’s a feeling of mine” murn is just like me
-murn is so funny actually hehe
-she’s sharing her trail mix w him and he’s putting everything that’s empty calories back 😭😭
-not the berenstain va berenstien bears fight 😭
-HEHEH
-judo master eating cheetos he’s just like me
-“i’m not a fucking drawer >:(“
-them shit talking amanda in front of her daughter D:
-the way he is sitting on the ground JDNWOJDIS
-anyways. christopher and emilia weirdly flirting and bonding over their shitty fathers and childhood >>
-i’m glad he doesn’t want to kill kids anymore and is like,,,, becoming a better person
-NOT VIGILANTE FIJWKFJSJD
-vigilante-mobile 😭😭😭😭
-“dude they know ur here get out of the bushes” “i don’t know what ur talking abt” JFKWOFNKWF
-them STILL fighting abt the berenstain bears JDJEKDJJE
-what is this goop
-OH EWWWW
-their butterfly mouths
-is he gonna be able to do it
-he’s :( guys he’s making me sad
-is vigilante gonna do it for him :3
-damn all 4
-JUDO MASTER SAVES PAPA BEAR
-here comes murn 🗣️
-“obviously he feels anger -_-“ JFMWODNWK
-HE STABBED ADRIANNN
-judo master kicking adrian’s ass 😭😭
-harcourt getting mad that leota didn’t want to kill the secret service guy but this whole time she’s been talking abt how they don’t kill innocents and then killed an innocent so 🤨🤨 what’s the truth
-emilia FUCK OFFFFFF
-i am forever in the leota defense squad
-judo master w the cheetos once again <3
-“ur fucking adorable i wanna put u in my pocket. i wanna take u home and play with u with my gi joes”
-“remember when i fucked you up?” period
-the senator is kind of … SORRY
-the soundtrack is so good
- torture time 🗣️
-NOT ON ADRIANS NUTS
-JUDWJIDND judomasfwr flipping peacemaker off like exactly
-they pulled adriens mask and he’s changing his facial expressions 😭😭
-fuck you christopher.
-MY POOR BABY
-james better stop judomaster from leaving
-“uh…maybe you could just give him a little” no fr
-“NO NOT THE FUCKING CAR YOU LITTLE FUCKER”
-“WHAT? my pinky? why me again???” :( STOP BEING MESN TO HIMMM
-the way his face dropped when christopher said to cut off all his toes he deadass went 😦
-HES RLLY CUTTING HIS TOE OFF???
-can these bitch hurry up and blow the fucking door down AND SAVE HIM
-OR CAN HE UNTIE HIMSELF FASTER???
-“WHY IS IT NOT COMING OFF?” “BC UR BLADES R DULL AS FUCK MAN WHY DONT YOU MAINTAIN YOIR TORTURE SHIT??”
-murn getting blown up
-JUDOMASTER LISTENING TO KPOP LETS GO
-HELDOFNAKCN
-JAMES JUST KNOCKED RHE FUCKKKK OUT OF JUDOMASTER W HIS TRUCK
-blew his head off <3
-damn knocked him out of the car and everything 😭
-HE HIT HIM W A CROW BAR AND THEN BACKED UO AND KEEPS DOING IT
-him laughing 😭😭😭 “ECONOMOUS MOTHER FUCKER”
-adrian :3
-OH ITS A BUTTERFLY INSIDE THEIR BRAIN
-economous dancing like exactly
-the butterfly design is cool
-OH DAMN there’s a lot of suspected butterfly’s
-like a LOT
-ok end credit scene
-“but if you just be chris smith people might actually like you” 🥹🥹
-ok i’m excited for episode 4 bc uhm. adrian in his little prison jumpsuit…..gulp
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