#✽ (108.) — on a gurney with a fucking hole in my throat (p. strahm)

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Starter for @imprvdente ❤️

Strahm knew he had anger management issues. HE KNEW THAT. But that didn’t mean he was any good at managing them. Still, he rarely let it escalate to a physical level, ESPECIALLY with colleagues. And yet, Fish had a way of pushing his buttons in a way that hardly anyone else knew how to do. And today, she’d pushed him to the limit.

“Are you KIDDING ME?!?” With one quick movement, Strahm placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her up against the wall, his eyes burning with rage, his voice now a low growl. “You have NO RIGHT to tell me what to do. I am FAR more experienced than you, whether you like it or not. And as long as we’re working together, you listen to ME — and me ONLY.” His eyes were narrowed, and his grip was tight. He met her gaze, looking directly into her eyes, then exhaled sharply, his hands still firmly planted on her shoulders. “YOU GOT IT?”

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THERE WAS NO JUSTIFICATION for what Jigsaw did. John may have THOUGHT he was making the world a better place, but that did nothing more than prove to Strahm that the man was an absolute PSYCHOPATH. Even though he was now gone, his legacy remained — which seemed to be EXACTLY what he’d wanted.

He was tired — TIRED of sitting at his desk and getting absolutely nowhere. He’d been at this for hours already, and it was driving him insane. He shook his head, then rapidly stood up and sighed, clenching his fists in an attempt to CONTROL THE RAGE that was bubbling up inside of him.

IT WAS MURDER. Plain and simple.

“Tully,” he called out, walking over to her desk. “YOU GOT ANYTHING? I’ve been looking at these photos from the crime scene all day; a fresh set of eyes would be nice.”

[ starter for @fantasywritten : okay, okay, tried my best to get this going. ☺️ ]

Another day, another Jigsaw victim. Tully stood by her desk, mulling over information she had curated so far, the connections. John Kramer had a pattern of testing people who most would believe didn’t deserve it. But as she looked over the most recent victims, she began to believe whoever had been helping Jigsaw and Amanda Young may have a personal-driven motive.

She carefully spread the notes on a few prior victims out on her meticulously organized desk, intently focused. A few theory’s had been waving their ways through her mind recently, though she hadn’t confided in anyone about them yet. Even though Dan Erickson constantly blew smoke up her ass, she didn’t trust him enough to discuss this without him blowing it off completely. It was contradictory of him but he had disregarded her input in the past for no reason but their personal issues at the time. Hell, she wouldn’t put it past him if the man didn’t genuinely appreciate her at all.

She felt this theory, this information was important to consider; it couldn’t simply be swept under the rug. Maybe if she told someone, she could get the carousel of thoughts out her fucking mind.

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OPEN STARTER: PETER STRAHM

“I think he did it… but I JUST CAN’T PROVE IT.”

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@extraordinarygrrls

(Abby/Peter) Another day of an unsolved case, another memorial for another set of dead officers who didn't know her. Even still, she had flawless funeral etiquette, polite and subdued, neatly standing in a black dress, the same gentle platitudes. The whole time she couldn't stop looking at Peter, it was clear he was upset, angry, as he usually tended to be. Brooding about and not hiding his dislike for Mark.

Abby tried something different, maybe it wouldn't make a difference to him, maybe he'd push her away, but just maybe.... The woman in the black dress approached the large man, and ever so gently took his arm. A soft, sympathetic smile gracing her features with a slight tilt of her head. "Peter?" She did look gorgeous, she didn't go out of her way to, but everyone looks classy in black.

PETER HATED FUNERALS. He always had. No one liked them, of course, but he despised them. He’d been to too many to count over the years; he’d lost countless coworkers, and unfortunately, it was just PART OF THE JOB. He’d been fortunate enough to not lose anyone especially close to him yet, other than a few of his grandparents, but that was to be expected from their ages. Despite this, he still hated funerals, and yet, here he was. Even though he hadn’t known the officers well, he still felt a sense of sadness in the pit of his stomach — sadness, but most of all, ANGER. What kind of fucking monster would do this?

His mood was foul, and the touch to his arm caught him COMPLETELY off-guard. His instinct was to pull away, to grit his teeth and hiss at the person who’d grabbed his arm, warning them not to touch him again. But then, he heard the voice — and the word. HIS FIRST NAME. His coworkers rarely called him by his first name. Looking down, he saw Abby, and it took him a few seconds to actually process what he was looking at. Because he’d NEVER seen her look like this before. He’d never really taken much of a notice to her physical appearance; he’d never paid much attention to that. He tended to see people’s personalities rather than their appearances.

But today, it would have been A CRIME not to notice how beautiful she looked. And Strahm certainly wasn’t a criminal.

He stared down at her for a few more seconds before finally allowing his muscles to relax; they’d tensed up slightly when she’d touched him despite himself. “… yes?” His tone was different now — MUCH less aggressive than to be expected from him, and much more… GENUINE.

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@jigsawfcrged asked: don’t push it. / my mark to your strahm

GOD, Hoffman was infuriating. Strahm found himself rolling his eyes at the other man’s words. For some reason, Hoffman had a way of pushing his buttons in JUST the right way to push him closer and closer to the edge of an explosion. And Strahm knew he had a temper; he knew he needed to play it cool… but it was EASIER SAID THAN DONE.

“Don’t make me,” Peter shot back, giving Mark a side glance. “Tell you what — keep your nose out of MY BUSINESS and I’ll keep my nose out of YOURS. Deal?”

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THE FIRST THING Lindsey noticed about her was how nervous she seemed. She’d expected that; she’d spoken to Allison enough to know what to expect, but the last thing Lindsey wanted was for Abby to feel uncomfortable or not at ease. So, she just gave the other woman a reassuring and calming smile, immediately taking Abby’s hand and shaking it. “You look nice, too. I’m Agent Lindsey Perez.”

Once Perez had shaken Abby’s hand, Strahm reached out, taking it and giving it a firm shake. “Agent Peter Strahm, FBI.” He seemed to be staring her down — but not in an intimidating way, more in an analytical way, as if he was analyzing her. Peter had a tendency to do that whenever he met new people. But he figured it was probably making her uncomfortable, so he cracked one of his rare, small smiles for about half a second before his expression faded into his usual neutral one.

Allison quickly noticed the awkwardness and chimed in. “Her work is FANTASTIC. I mean, if it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t have, like, ANY leads on this case.”

Perez nodded, then smiled directly at Abby, looking into her eyes. “You seem very dedicated to your work. What got you into forensics?”

First meeting redo for @fantasywritten​ now that she has collected strahm, kerry & perez.

Kerry told her not to be nervous, there was no need to be nervous, she’d put in a good word about the strange woman in the forensics lab. That her work was good, that she was good, Kerry even said she’d come down with them.

But she couldn’t help it, Kerry got her talking again, after John took her, after she confronted the man he truly was. Maybe she never was in any real danger, but the hurt and betrayal was palpable. She knew he was doing this, and that he still had Eric Matthews imprisoned somewhere, and that he’ll keep killing, he’ll just keep killing until he dies too. And he’ll never see himself as a killer, or a hypocrite, or a monster. What does that make her?

She was talking again, but she was in knots, fluttering around like a hummingbird, her thoughts were scattered, she got more overwhelmed by things. How could you talk that up, Allison?

But they came to the lab, eventually. Kerry, as always, with that same reassuring air, and the two new agents. Both were taller than her, just as professional and cool as each other. She turned with a start when she was alerted they were they, and removed the earphones she sorely needed. “Oh! Kerry.. Hi. Yes, right. And you two are the FBI agents, yes? Wow you two are… Really.. I mean, you both look very nice today.” Compliments, remember, those are nice. Be nice, be easy.

She tried her best to smile politely, look at them while she’s talking to them, but it’s clear she was a little mixed up, and even more nervous. “I’m… Abigail. I mean, Cain. Last names… Abigail Cain… Is my name. You can just call me… Whatever you like?” She looked to Kerry for help, she was struggling. She at least remembered to offer handshakes.

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Anonymous asked: Peter, what about Abigail Cain stood out to you? You're kind of a hot head but never with her, why?

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ASK MY MUSE A QUESTION AND THEY WILL ANSWER THROUGH A VOICE CLONE AI — accepting!

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“MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTION? To prove my dick is bigger than Hoffman’s. OH, and to prove that he’s involved with the Jigsaw killings, of course.”

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@extraordinarygrrls asked: K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? // For Peter 👀 👀

Oh, yeah. He’s a GREAT kisser, and I’ll tell you why:

He’s not the type of guy to have one-night stands. He doesn’t kiss people very often unless he’s actually in a relationship with them. And every time he kisses someone, IT MEANS SOMETHING. There’s passion behind it. Every single one of his kisses is passionate and meaningful. He rarely ever kisses anyone (including his partners) “just because.” There’s always a reason.

He also has really soft lips, so there’s that.

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@extraordinarygrrls asked: 💭 + romantic/sexy headcanons about Peter Strahm for no reason whatsoever 👀👀

For romantic headcanons, see these posts! For sexy ones, keep reading 👀

Strahm rarely has one-night stands. He’s only done that in college, and he doesn’t plan on ever doing it again. He enjoys sex, don’t get me wrong, but he enjoys it a lot more when he cares about the person he’s with.

He loves it when his partner rubs up against him, or runs their hands over his bare skin. He likes both being on top and being on the bottom, though he prefers being on top. He has incredible stamina, too. He can hold out for a surprisingly long time if he wants to.

He always focuses on his partner’s satisfaction before his own. He doesn’t like to open his mouth and actually ask if what he’s doing feels good, so he relies solely on his partner’s reactions.

Strahm is incredibly good at going down on a girl. Just saying.

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"Me and Peter?" Abby paused and smiled. "I mean, lots of pros. He's a very tender lover, great in bed. The con is that he refuses to stop working, and it's a whole thing to actually get him into bed, let alone like... Into Bed. It is worth it, though."

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

HE DOESN’T REALLY LIKE that this all is being said out loud, but he shrugs it off, deciding to play along. “Alright… MY TURN now. Pros for Abby: she’s sweet, beautiful, and I love her. I want to make her happy. The only con is that is distracts me from my work, but it’s WORTH IT in the end. And I can’t think of any other cons.”

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HE’S GENUINELY PISSED. He’s ready to throw something. Rolling up his sleeves, he looks around the room, eyes narrowing when he sees the desk chair. Yup, that’ll do. Someone better stop him before he completely destroys the office.

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MAYBE HE SHOULD’VE led with the FBI part, but in all honesty, Peter knew how these things worked. The second he revealed he was an FBI agent, her entire persona would change; she would act completely different. And he’d wanted to catch a glimpse of her real personality. So far, there were a few words he was thinking might describe it — UNFRIENDLY, judgmental… maybe even PARANOID. But Strahm knew he jumped to conclusions too easily; it was one of his weaknesses. No, he had to focus on actually gathering HARD EVIDENCE, nothing circumstantial.

“Judy Hale, right.” He’d heard about Judy — he’d heard A LOT, actually — but again, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions. She WAS a suspect, though. “And how close would you say you are with HER?”

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@killjoysanonymous asked: ❛ what are you doing here? ❜ (jen to peter)

“I’M DOING MY JOB.” Peter didn’t like being questioned, especially when he’d just been thrown onto this case with no warning. His patience was already running thin; he could feel it. “Peter Strahm, FBI.” He held out his hand in case she wanted to shake it. He had to keep his cool and remain as professional as possible. “I’m working on the Steve Wood case. And you must be Jen Harding.” He hesitated for a moment before asking his question. He knew Steve had been involved with Judy; after all, some of his last phone calls were made to her, but he was confused on how Jen fit into the whole equation.

“I heard you were involved with planning his vigil. WERE YOU CLOSE to the deceased?”

“Aren’t we all?” she couldn’t hold back the sarcasm any longer, arms crossed over her chest as she stared blankly back towards him. The last two years of her life had been a whirlwind of disaster, questions being poked and prodded at every direction. And as much as she WANTED to play it cool, a part of her hardly knew the TRUE definition of that word. “You should really LEAD with the FBI part, would save a lot of people a headache,” her brows raised, it was FAR too late to back-peddle now. “You know, it would be TOO soon if people stopped saying you must be Jen Harding. Never knew at this age I’d still have an edge.” She took one deep breath in, turning on her heels as she glanced him over for a brief moment.

“Not entirely. Honestly, I was just his real estate agent,” she shrugged. “It’s Judy I’m close with. Sort of her vigil wing woman, if you will. I mean, metaphorically speaking. We’re not looking for suitors, just silence.”

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IT WAS JUST A SCRATCH. Peter had said those exact words to Abby before, but he really meant it this time. After all he’d been through with the Jigsaw killer, after almost dying and literally having to stab himself in the throat… HE WAS ALMOST RELIEVED to be injured on a regular case. Abby was worried out of her mind, of course, but Peter was fine. He’d taken multiple punches to the abdomen, yes, and even a couple to the face. MAYBE his nose was broken, but probably not. In all honesty, it hadn’t even hurt that much, not compared to before.

“Abby…” Letting out a sigh as he rested his head against the pillow, he stared up at the ceiling. “Hey. I PROMISE I’m fine, okay? This…” He gestured weakly to his face. “This is nothing.” She knew what he’d been through; he didn’t even have to bring it up.

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So in your headcanon post, you said that Peter's not a romantic guy, too busy for it. Abby is only romantic in concept, though she tries to mask most of it, because... well, you get asked out as a joke, stood up or laughed at so many times as an adolescent you conclude that it's just not going to happen for you.

Abby still held out hope that one day she'll find someone who loves her as she is, but what changed for Peter when he met Abby?

It definitely wasn’t something immediate. It took time for Peter to even see her in a romantic way. He was always nice to her, especially since Kerry had put in a good word about her, but Peter never saw her as anything more than a coworker. And then, Abby started to pull him away from his obsession with work. She showed him that there was more to life than just solving cases. She showed him that he could still be a good FBI agent while not completely burning himself out. THAT was ultimately what made Peter so drawn to her. He started to see her not just as a coworker, but as a friend.

And then, over time, he started to see her as something more than a friend. I think he probably saw her at a work event all dressed up and had romantic thoughts, just like he did with Perez once. Only with Abby, those thoughts didn’t go away. They lingered in his mind. It took him a while to gather up the courage to make a move, but eventually, after everyone around them kept dying, he realized one thing — LIFE IS SHORT. There’s no point wasting time lusting after someone. You have to make your move. Peter hadn’t dated anyone in a long time, so being with Abby was new and exciting. It brought him joy. And that’s how he fell in love with her.