#fitch spiral

[jadafitch]

Seaweed Stickers!

[echofades]

Which one are you? Gay... I mean, Emily. EMILY FITCH | SKINS (S3 - 4)

[apoplecticgalaxy]

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Angie: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

William: ...I did. I broke it.

Angie: No. No you didn't. Fitch?

Fitch: Don't look at me. Look at Zeke.

Zeke: What?! I didn't break it.

Fitch: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Zeke: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Fitch: Suspicious.

Zeke: No, it's not!

O'Brien: If it matters, probably not, but Deborah was the last one to use it.

Deborah: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

O'Brien: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Deborah: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Tim!

William: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Angie.

Angie: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

O'Brien: Angie... Zeke has been awfully quiet.

Zeke: REALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Angie, in another room: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Angie: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Angie:

Angie: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[zima74824]

I actually liked the spiral movie my favorite trap from this is the finger trap

Here’s the clip it’s pretty brutal so be warned ahead of time

I also loved how they brought Samuel Jackson and Chris rock into the series

[motheroftheantichrist]

How do you guys think William reacted to finding out that Zeke had been shot? Not only that, but shot because Fitch had decided not to answer the backup call? I know he seems all calm about it in Spiral, but I feel like he would have been absolutely feral when it first happened.

Did he almost ruin his own plan by killing Fitch right then and there instead of waiting? Did he break into the hospital room? How many traps did he cycle through before deciding on the perfect punishment for Fitch?

[kubrik-was-a-c-nt]

Finally watching Spiral! Considering I spend a lot of time thinking about the Saw series I should have watched this a long time ago.

Onto reactions!

Ew, the two things I hate most: sewers, and public port-a-potties. I loath using port-a-potties.

Oooh, updated realistic pig mask! I like!

Ah, the tongue trap I've seen in so many thumbnails. It's even worse when you see hes hanging by his tongue over some kind of flimsy little stool.

Going back to the old box TVs? Must have raided a goodwill.

New voice sounds weird, not sure if I'm okay with it. You'll see.

Okay, pretty iconic sequence right off the bat. Super uncomfortable looking trap, good buildup, lots of blood. A real saw movie.

My rebuttal to Chris Rock's rant about Forrest Gump is that Jenny did not ask Forrest to do any of that and... oh shit, it's the po-po. But I guessed Rock was a cop from the promotional material but this was a good reveal.

So 12 years ago was the Saw 6 and 7 era. That was a time where people would have wanted dirty cops turned in. Hoffman was on a fucking killing spree, gotta nip them in the bud.

It's nice to know that if my dead body was ever found, the cops would immediately take me seriously because my fitbit would tell them that I'm not unhoused.

Jigsaw used an old ass tv in the trap but a USB stick for the video. I guess it's near impossible to find any tapes or tape players.

Putting bad cops in traps... I like this.

That box that guys tongue, isnt it? Yep.

"Damn n**** wash your hands" she told him to get out, he can use hand sanitizer.

Wow, such realism. Someone turns in a cop doing bad things and now they're the bad guy. It's almost like the cops are protecting bad cops.

Is this the first time we meet a victims wife or family member after their death? No one usually gives a shit about them. Good expansion.

"I heard about Boz. You alright?" "No, I'm all fucked up". First time I've seen someone fully admit to being distraught over the death of a friend.

"Dont drain my battery watching Twilight" what is this, 2009??? Wait, is this 2009?! Is this like Jigsaw where- oh wait, they just showed them with smartphones, my bad.

I forgot to turn in subtitles, they make watching movies so much easier for me. And now I can spell everyones names right.

You're looking for a copycat of Jigsaw, the guy who kidnaps and tortures 'bad' people, and you walk into an abandoned building alone? You deserve to die now. The message from earlier even specified that they were going after crooked cops.

Oooh, this trap looks interesting. I havent seen any images of it before.

Zeke, stop trying to ruin other peoples marriages. Not everyone needs to be as miserable as you.

Tip your delivery driver!

DONT FUCKING TOUCH THE BOX AND USB BOX WITHOUT GLOVES. ITS FUCKING EVIDENCE.

I see, the pig theme is being used to mock the police here.

TOUCHING EVIDENCE WITHOUT GLOVES. AGAIN.

OH NOW YOU PUT THEM ON

And now I see it, all the cops that hate Zeke are also bad cops. It's almost like the force is full of bad cops and when the one good cop turns one in, they get ostracized.

I'm trying to see the point of the cage on Fitch's head. Maybe to keep him from chewing through the wires around his fingers.

I know someone who almost lost her finger during an archaeological dig. An accident with a sawhorse I think. She still can't watch hand trauma scenes.

"John Kramer didn't target cops" Eric Matthews, Rigg, Straum, Perez, Carrie... Hoffman only got involved because of his fake trap.

Okay, what is Banks Sr out doing?

ZEKE! GLOVES!

Dont you have bomb sniffing dogs? Have one take a whiff, easy.

It's the skin from someones head- SCHENK. I LIKED YOU.

Wait, theres always a mole in these movies, someone on the inside pulling strings. Schenk is new, too new to have done anything too corrupt. The only way to positively identify the body would be with dental records. That might take a minute to obtain and analyze.

Okay, I may have seen a small spoiler a few months ago about who is the mole, but I cant positively remember if it was Schenk or not.

They must be raiding antique stores now to get these tape players.

'Sever your spine or get covered in hot wax'? Really thinking outside the box here.

One killer to make a diversion, one to trap Angie? Banks Sr and Schenk working together?

I'm going to be totally wrong and suckerpunched out of left field, arent I?

Yes, he is too close to this. He needs to be taken off the case and given a horse tranquilizer.

WAIT THE FIRST SMARTPHONES CAME OUT IN 2007. THIS COULD BE 2009. I forgot to pay attention to anything that could date the time period.

Banks Sr walked into that one... literally.

As a cop, you should be trained to pick a handcuffs lock, just because. Oh wait, do you know how to pick handcuffs? Holy shit, you have a useful skill.

Oh, hi Pete. I guess someone stole Pete's badge and password to erase the footage. Zeke should have realized that Pete would not have walked into the police station with everyone knowing who he is.

I guess we are in a recycling plant?

Zeke just jumps in and starts helping. See, Jeff? I mean, Pete is bleeding out the mouth so hes 100% dead but Zeke did his best.

Yay, Schenk is alive!

CHARLIE

Wait, wouldnt they have noticed that the tattoo was fresh? Fresh tattoos look different from healed ones. Schenk's tattoo is healed and old.

You know you die waaaaay before all 1.5 gallons are drained.

HE MADE HIM INTO A PUPPET

Oh hey, this was Bousman? Nice to see you back in the saddle. Great quality work this time.

Holy shit, I'm feeling super emotional. Great use of the Saw theme at the end there, great payoff to everything. I literally said 'pulling the strings' earlier without realizing how true it is.

I say this is a great offshoot to the Saw storyline. John Kramer is not involved, he only inspired the killing spree. The title is great because Schenk leaned into the spiral motif to emphasize a symbol used by Jigsaw that was not Billy. 'From the book of Saw' is giving me 'Cult of John Kramer' vibes, which I like. It shows how he was so influential as a serial killer who targeted 'bad' people in an attempt to reform them that other people began to copy him. I can see so many others trying to be the next Jigsaw. Of course, Schenk did all of this for personal reasons to seek revenge. Besides Cecil, Kramer actually wanted people to survive and be reformed. I dont think Hoffman cared if people won or lost, but he still made all the traps survivable. One step up from Amanda.

I'm now super interested to see where Saw X takes us. Saw in spaaaaace? Smashing someones face with liquid nitrogen? Uber-Jason?

[changethecircumstances]

bought my saw x tickets! rewatching the movies in reverse so that after i watch saw 2004 i'll be going directly into saw x. i'm on spiral tonight and once again, love spiral, would die for a direct sequel, and the way that William's head just fucking wips around every time Fitch opens his mouth never fails to crack me up. the boy gives so much away if you're actually paying attention to him

[mushroomjar]

[Image Description: A gifset of different scenes from the Saw movies, focusing on people in traps with some sort of gear on their head. The first gif shows David from Saw 0.5 in the reverse bear trap. He looks down and closes his eyes, shaking. The second gif shows Michael from Saw 2 in the venus flytrap. The trap closes on his head, and he drops to the ground. The third gif shows Strahm in Saw 5 in the water cube trap. He grabs it and looks up, becoming worried. The fourth gif shows Amanda from Saw 1 in the reverse bear trap. She looks at an off-screen TV, her eyes wide with fear. The fifth gif shows Hoffman in Saw 6 in the reverse bear trap. He shakes his head, concerned.

The sixth gif shows Carly from Jigsaw dropping to the ground as she grabs at the bucket on her head. The seventh gif shows Detective Fitch from Spiral in the finger trap. He's biting down on the bar in his mouth, placed there with a cage-like device on his head. The eighth gif shows Jill in Saw 3D in the reverse bear trap. She opens her eyes and looks around, concerned. The ninth gif shows Simone from Saw 6 in the pound of flesh trap. She screams. She's wearing a device with screws closing in on her temple. The tenth gif shows Mateo from Saw X in the brain surgery trap. With tears in his eyes, he looks at the open mask next to his head. End Image Description]

[Plain text caption: saw traps + headgear

includes saw 0.5 / saw / saw ii / saw v / saw vi / saw vii / jigsaw / spiral / saw x]

saw traps + headgear includes saw 0.5 / saw / saw ii / saw v / saw vi / saw vii / jigsaw / spiral / saw x

[buckyr00s]

Pet Name: BABYBOY

pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Reader

summary: A Fourth of July celebration is the perfect occasion for his Navy friends to pressure Mickey Garcia into introducing his famous love: you. While his buddies have started calling him Fanboy, he will always be your babyboy.

warnings/tags: Part Two of Call Sign: FANBOY, but I suppose it can be read alone. Fluff and teasing. Cuss words. The minimal use of she/her pronouns. The one use of "ma'am". The use of “Star” as a nickname/term of endearment for the reader.

author's note: If the first part was an appetizer, then get ready for the main course, y'all!! I have to admit that I'm not American so if this is totally not how Fourth of July celebrations go, then...LOL my bad. But anyway, I am so glad to hear that lots of you enjoyed the first fic and want to read more about our beloved, dorky, lovesick Fanboy.

READ PART ONE HERE

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Ever since his Navy buddies found out about you, they've been hounding Fanboy to meet you. With your influence on his call sign, you became famous at TOPGUN.

When it so happened that students and instructors alike were planning a Fourth of July celebration at the Hard Deck, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia didn't hear the end of it.

Weeks--maybe even months--before the day, his friends would plead with him to invite you. Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey's equally charismatic and charming pilot, was especially on his back about it. He was relentless, spending almost every few minutes trying to push his agenda.

Then one day, Mickey finally cracks. “God! Fine, I’ll ask,” he snaps. He watches his pilot’s eyes lit up, his smile wide and filled with mischief. And that is what made Mickey terrified. “Just…don’t be weird about it, okay? Be cool!”

Payback throws his hands up in surrender, clearly trying to stifle the smirk pulling at his lips. “I can be cool. I am cool,” he responds, only to turn towards the aviators around him and shout. “OPERATION STAR IS A-GO.��� As the room fills with cheers, Mickey makes a grimace before giving Payback a what-did-I-just-tell-you look. At that moment, Mickey definitely starts to regret some of his life choices.

It's not like he doesn't want to invite you--there's no way he'll miss any opportunity he can get to see you. But, his friends certainly make a good deterrent. With the way they keep teasing him and asking him about you, he can feel in his bones that they'll embarrass the hell out of him in front of you.

Reuben nudges him with his elbow, breaking him out of his spiralling worries. "Call her right now," Payback casually instructs as if he didn't just make the most absurd request to Fanboy.

"What?! Are you insane?" Mickey whisper-yells. "After what you just did?! No, dude!"

Payback sighs, dropping his head low. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry. We're all just so excited to meet her. I'm excited to meet her" he stresses, slowly tugging at Mickey's heart strings. He knows his friend means well and that he's genuine when he says that, but there's a reason by Reuben Fitch earned the call sign he has--he's exceptionally good at pushing people's buttons when he needs to. Mickey's apprehension remains, but when Payback starts doing the most wide-eyed puppy-dog stare, he can't seem to say no.

"I hate you," he expresses through gritted teeth. He begrudgingly pulls out his phone from his pocket, walking to his dorm for more privacy. There's no way he trusts Payback and the room of aviators to not interrupt his call with you. Not after their 'Operation Star' antics.

"YES!" Mickey hears Payback exclaim from a distance. "YES! You're the best! Love you, bro!" He doesn't look back, but he knows Payback is doing a celebratory dance. My God, that man is convincing.

When you glance at your vibrating phone to see that Mickey is calling, you instinctively furrow your brows. He very rarely calls in the middle of the day, him being busy with flight school and you busy with your endeavours. So, when you answer the phone, you can't help but be worried.

"Hello?"

"Hi Star," Mickey blurts. You can practically hear him pacing back and forth. "Sorry to call you in the middle of the day-"

"Hey, no worries. It's good to hear from you. Is everything ok-"

"So, uh...there's this thing that's happening on the Fourth. Everyone's going to the Hard Deck--It's this bar that we all frequently go to. I think you'd like it actually. It's by the beach and everything. Anyway, it's a family and friends event...Drinks, music, barbecue, games. It'll be nice to see you and spend time with you. And my buddies-- They want to meet you. Actually, they won't stop asking me about you. They found that CD I burned for you and--"

"Mickey, baby, take a second," you interrupt. "As much as I find your rambling insanely adorable, I need you to slow down."

The line goes quiet. And then, he takes a deep breath. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right," you can hear that beautiful smile of his, instantly softening your anxious heart. "Let's start over," he proposes.

"Okay," you say, biting your lip to try and stop yourself from smiling like an idiot in love. "Hi Mickey. It's so good to hear your voice. How is everything?"

"Everything's okay. I'm okay," he trails off. You imagine he's looking at his shoes, his feet pivoting. He often does that when he's nervous because it helps him release some of his excess energy. "I miss you, Star," he admits in the most sincere voice, making your chest tighten.

"I miss you too, baby," smiling as wide as humanly possible. At this point, you don't care how lovesick you probably look. "Now what was that about me coming to see you?"

After making plans, the two of you take a few minutes to catch up before ending the call, understanding that you both have things to attend to.

Mickey plops onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. He honestly doesn't know how to feel. Talking to you always brightens his day and knowing that he'll be seeing you--that he'll be holding you--in the near future has him buzzing. But then he remembers that his friends will also be there. That they'll probably make it their mission to turn him as red as a tomato. And with plans set, all he can do now is brace himself.

A few minutes pass and he figures it's about time he gets up and continues his day. So, he kicks his legs up, standing from the bed and heading out into the hallway.

"Well..." Payback, who is leaning against the wall across Mickey's dorm, prompts.

"She'll be there" Fanboy discloses casually as he walks passed his friend, who follows behind him.

"YES!" Payback exclaims with a clap. This stops Fanboy dead in his tracks. He turns around, squinting his eyes and giving the other man a pointed look.

In an instant, Reuben knows his WSO is being absolutely serious. Despite his own excitement, he simmers down.

"Just promise me you won't scare her off when you meet her," Mickey pleads.

"Pilot's honour" Payback replies, placing one hand on his heart and holding three fingers up with the other.

With that, Fanboy turns back and walks off. "Don't make me regret this, Payback."

With a busy schedule of your own, the only time you are able to book a day to travel is on the Fourth of July itself.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come pick you up" Mickey clarified. "No, I'm okay, baby. Thank you. You've got so much to do that day. I'll just meet you there," you insisted. "Okay," he responded apprehensively. You were right, but he still wanted to pick you up from the airport. He wanted to savour every moment he could with you. He wanted to share the latest playlist he made for you on the drive to the Hard Deck. He wanted to be alone with you before all the chaos ensues. "Get out of the handsome head of yours, love," you chuckled, knowing all too well that he has the tendency to retreat into his mind. Your sweet babyboy.

The moment you drive up to the beach in your rental car, you feel the joyful, positive energy. By the time you get there, the afternoon sun already beared the brunt of its heat. While it is still bright and shining, the sun kisses--rather than scorches--your skin. Laughter sprinkles the upbeat music in the background in the most delightful way. The smell of the charcoal grill filled the air. Everything feels absolutely perfect.

Before heading into the Hard Deck where you agreed to meet Mickey, you take a few minutes to yourself. Walking towards the shore, you stare out into the water. The sounds of commotion around you fade as you focus on the waves, ebbing and flowing.

In that moment, you think about your sweet Mickey. About how when you first met him, your were taken back in how confident he seemed. Your ears fixated on his smooth voice. Your eyes trained on his dashing smile and his kissable lips. You think about what it was like when he was first trying to impress you; when he began to court you. And after all these years you've been together, he still acts as if he's trying to earn your heart--as if he didn't already have it.

"Star?"

Said heart leaps at the sound of his voice. You eagerly turn around to see Mickey, stood before you in disbelief. His eyebrows are knitted together and his mouth is open as if he can't decide if you're really there or if his eyes are deceiving him.

"You said you'd be here around 3 and it's..." he pauses to check his wrist watch. "27 past now, so I came out here to see if you got lost or something."

"I got here at 2:52," you tell him, visualizing the time displayed on your rental car as you parked. "I wanted to take a second to admire the view..." you trail, your head turning back to the water. Did you really just stand there for that long?

"Never mind that. Come here," Mickey smiles. Without another second to waste, you run and jump into his arms, wrapping your legs securely around his waist. Catching you effortlessly, he holds you tightly and twirls. "God, I missed this. I missed you."

You pull away to study him up close. You run your fingers along the hair on the back neck, mourning the gorgeous wavy hair he buzzed off when he entered the Navy. Your hands then settle on his cheekbones, thumbs gently smoothing his skin. You take the time to scan his face for any new bumps, bruises, scratches, scars, and wrinkles--he often acquired new tiny injuries; a mixture of clumsiness and an overestimation of his invincibility. And then, you shut off your brain and just allow yourself to stare.

Mickey rubs your back during all of it. He watches you watch him, savouring every second. But when he remembers they can't actually stay there for the rest of the day, he decides to speak up. "Do I have barbecue sauce," he laughs.

This makes you grin. Your silly babyboy. "Just updating my memory of my handsome lover," you respond, making him slightly flustered at the smooth compliment.

"You'll have more time for that later tonight," he smirks, lightly patting your bum before putting you down. "But for now, there's a bunch of jerks in the Hard Deck eagerly waiting to meet you."

"Lead the way, baby"

"Yes ma'am."

The Hard Deck is a lively bar. Everywhere you look, someone is having a good time. Mickey is pulling you along to the far end, toward some very tall and very fit men and women in uniform casually sipping beer and playing pool.

One particularly tall and fit man is leaned against the pool table, lining up his shot. However, when his eyes land on Mickey and then on you, he stands up straight. He smiles widely, showing off his perfect teeth. You can see him open his mouth to say something, but closes it a second later.

As you both stop in front of the pool table, you feel Mickey squeeze your hand. Without saying a word, he tells you that he's got you and that he loves you.

Mickey clears his throat, eyes scanning his group of friends. To say he is nervous is an understatement. "Guys," he starts. "This is Star. Star, these are my guys."

While most of his friends silently smile and wave at you, the tall man with the perfect teeth makes his way towards you. "Sorry I'm late," you say to everyone. "I had my head in the clouds."

"That's something you both have in common, then," the man laughs. "It's so nice to me finally meet you, Star. Your Mickey, here, talks about you all the time," he beams, holding out his hand for you to shake. "I'm--"

"Payback?" you cut him off to his surprise. "He's told me a lot about you too," you confess, rejecting his hand and opening your arms out instead.

He looks down at you with a smile and a look of disbelief before opening his own arms and accepting your hug. Turning his head towards Mickey, you hear him say, "Oh we're going to get along nicely."

This makes you chuckle. Mickey is right--Payback is funny. Before you both pull away, you get on your tippy toes, lowering your voice so that only Payback can hear. "Thanks for keeping him safe."

He gives your arm a firm squeeze in response before releasing you from his grip. The friendly smile returns to his face as he turns to Mickey. "Be a doll, Mickey, and get the love of your life a beverage."

Mickey glares as him in suspicion as the man blinks at him innocently. Grabbing Mickey's hand and squeezing it, you reassure him. "I'll be okay," you insist. And with that, he makes his way toward the bartender.

A few minutes later, Mickey comes back with two drinks in hand. His heart drops a little, though, when he notices that the previously occupied pool table has now been abandoned. And then a familiar chorus of laughter makes him turn. Oh no. Quickly, he follows the source of the noise: a booth in the corner of the bar. There, he finds his friends seated around you, Payback's long arms comfortably slung around the back of the booth

"And here's the man of the hour" Payback announces, everyone including you looking up at him with wide grins.

"You didn't" Mickey sneers.

"Oh, I did, Fanboy" Payback singing his call sign.

"You dick! You promised," Mickey groans. You stand up then, weaving your way towards him.

"I promised that we wouldn't scare her off when I met her. Well, we met. And now we're practically best friends," Payback shrugs.

You look at his pilot with a friendly, but warning smile. One that says "we're definitely friends, but ease up." And he understood instantly, giving both of you a sincere--maybe even apologetic--smile.

"Sorry about them," Mickey sighs, looking at you like a wounded puppy.

You wrap your arounds around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. Pulling away, you look lovingly into his eyes. "Don't be. They're great. And you're cute. My sweet babyboy."

author's note: listen, fanboy is a sweet babyboy!!! no one can tell me otherwise. hope you enjoyed the fic and i hope this character and danny ramirez start to get the love they deserve on this website! I also hope that I didn't make Payback come across as a total a-hole. Because that isn't my intention at all. Def open to comments and feedback!

tags:

⚡ @hueanhdang

⚡ @lilisangel

⚡ @blakebearsblog

[dwter]

c!dream — the spiral & birth of a false god

richard siken / luis de morales / alejandra pizarnik / the living tombstone / derek overfield / marina / janet fitch / jen mazza / blaze paul neubert / mother mother / unknown / unknown

[wildbornsiren]

Kinktober Day 10: Overstimulation || Reuben "Payback" Fitch/F!Reader

Overstimulation

Summary: A challenge works out for the both of you.

713 words Female/AFAB reader- established relationship

Warnings: Sex toys, public sex, overstimulation.

Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

“How’s my girl?” Reuben pressed a kiss to the top of your head, before he slid into the booth with you. Full lips are curved into a half smile, his arm snug around your shoulders, pulling you to him.

You slump against him, feeling the warmth radiating from him. You shift your hips, lower lip caught between your teeth. He kisses your temple, the slow buzzing between your legs stopping. He inches the cup of water closer to you, and you take a sip, your hand trembling when you put the glass down. You lick your lips, turning to look at him. “Please?”

He hummed, taking a sip of his beer. His gaze flits out toward where Phoenix and Fanboy were tearing it up on the dance floor. “How many times?” He turns in the booth, his hand dropping to your thigh. His fingers are cold from the beer bottle, raising goosebumps on your overheated skin. His touch drags upward, under the hem of your skirt. To any outside observer it would look like he had wedged himself in there to kiss you. Fingertips press against the soaked fabric of your panties, rubbing the bullet vibrator against your clit.

“Three,” You gasp, leaning forward, resting your head on his chest. Reuben had brought up the idea while the two of you were getting ready to go dancing with a couple of the pilots and a few friends. Never one to back down from a challenge—your stubbornness and his competitive nature lead to some interesting date nights, you agreed to it.

The terms? If he could get you to come without drawing attention to yourself, you’d win. If you let anyone know what was going on, it was his win.

“You’re being so good for me baby girl.” His voice is so rich and gentle. “You know you could end this, and I can give you what you really want.” Rueben’s fingers push past the lace of your panties, touching slowly, deliberately, teasing through your folds. You lift your head from his chest, his heart pounding under your ear. He sighs when you kiss his jaw, making your way to his mouth. “You look so good like this.” His lips brush against yours when he speaks, the sensation making you ache even more.

“Rueben? Please…”

Soft open-mouthed kisses press against your neck; you can’t help but moan when his teeth nip at the sensitive skin. “Tell me what you need.” Two fingers push into you easily, his chuckle masking the sound of your body taking him easily.

“Want you to fuck me. Want to come on your dick.” Your hand grips the back of his neck, dragging him up to kiss you again.

“You can come again?”

You nod, biting back another whimper. His grin widens, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly. “Please baby, I want to feel you. I’ve got one more for you.” You feel too big for your skin, heat spiraling through you, body shuddering and trembling against his frame, sweat beading your brow. Your muscles ache, fingers curling against his shirt desperate for something to ground you.

“You’re going to leave a wet spot on this seat baby girl.” He moves the bullet out of the way, his thumb taking over, rubbing agonizingly slow circles. Rueben’s eyes are completely blown, focused on your face. “Can you even walk to the car?” He’s so gentle when his fingers ease from your dripping cunt, licking them clean.

You nod wordlessly when he slides out of the booth, offering his hand. You’re a little unsteady on your feet, but you pull yourself to your full height. Reuben’s fingers lace with yours as he leads you through the busy club, pausing to whisper something to Mickey. A knowing smirk passes between them before Reuben is leading you away. He brushes against you when he moves to open the door for you, realization of how much this evening has affected him as well.

“How long have you been waiting?” You grin up at him.

“Since we got here.” He pulls you close, tucking you under his arm. “But now I’m going to make you feel so good baby girl. Give you exactly what you need.”  

“You?”

“Damn right baby.” He kisses your forehead.

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scu!Tommy

Elsa’s song - The Amazing Devil // The Last Of Us // Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy - Crywank // I’m Trying - Maisie Peters // Michael In The Bathroom, Be More Chill // Black Dahlia, Google // Dark When It Gets Dark - Yves Olade // Chernobyl, Google // We Spent 100 Days In A Hardcore Minecraft Apocalypse (Slimecicle) // White Oleander - Janet Fitch

[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

This AU doesn’t have a name yet but it does have a WIP Ao3 draft oops

Anyways, this takes place after the bite of 83. Elizabeth and Charlie have died, and the missing children incident is just around the corner.

A week after the bite, Michael disappears, and it’s presumed he either ran away or did something more drastic as a result of guilt. But right after he disappears, a miracle that no one was expecting occurs, and Cassidy wakes up. He’s suffered severe injuries and psychological trauma, but against all odds given the damage he suffered, he wakes up in only a week.

The press fawns over this story, overjoyed at the headline of this family who’s lost everything and the one child who defied the tragedy, and William pushes Cassidy to play along as he tells all the news anchors who ask all about how dearly he misses his two other children and hopes the same will come of them, but how this miracle has brightened his life and how glad he is to have Cassidy back.

With all the media attention to that, though, little goes to the… oddities about the situation. Cassidy woke up an hour after being pronounced dead. His head was still horribly injured when he awoke, though he shouldn’t have woken up under the circumstances he was in. Not then. When he spoke after waking up, almost every time he tried he just ended up vomiting blood. It got to the point he had his stomach pumped as they deemed he must have swallowed a dangerous amount of his own blood, since they found no other problems that would cause him to be vomiting blood like that. Even after that operation, he still seems prone to random bleeding spells, from his lips, nose, and eyes. And… his eyes weren’t always such an intense color. They look red now, maybe it’s just a trick of the light, but it’s odd nonetheless.

Also, he keeps insisting he’s dead, and seems capable of knowing and doing things a child should not.

It’s eventually determined that Cassidy’s insistence on being dead is a coping mechanism for the extreme trauma he endured, and that seems to be the end of it- no questions asked about the stranger occurrences surrounding it all.

In July 1983, Cassidy, William, and Fredbear’s Family Diner pack up and move from New Harmony to Hurricane, where Cassidy, still recovering from his injuries and trauma enough to be functional, is enrolled in Three Falls Elementary School’s third grade class.

This is where things start to get really weird, though. Thanks to Cassidy saying he’s dead and “everyone is” when asked to tell the class about himself, every kid in his class has their attention drawn to him.

Susie Miller, a sweet girl whose family came to Utah from Oklahoma when Susie was a baby, is as naïve as a child can be, and buys into Cassidy’s ghost story immediately. The day he shows up, she leaves sick before noon, the whole time quaking and feeling ill with dread that Cassidy really is dead. She ends up telling her mom about it on the way home, and her mom tells her about Cassidy surviving the accident and says she should be kind to him, because he’s not dead, he’s just hurt.

About three weeks later come Jeremy Mark, Gabriel Fitch, and Mitzi Oliveira, Susie’s friends she introduces Cassidy to, assuming he really is just a scared kid. However, things immediately begin to go off the rails here, as Susie socializing with Cassidy and introducing him to her friends means his shell can be cracked, and now everyone wants to get past his walls and know how he’s dead.

He refuses to speak of his supposed death, and when kids try to press for answers, shit spirals out of control. When one kid asks, Cassidy tries to run off, seeming about to cry, and when the kid tries to grab Cassidy, her arm snaps the second she places her hand on him.

He tries to wipe his face, and finds blood.

No one takes kindly to this. Kids begin bullying him and calling him a freak, trying their hardest to get him in trouble for every misdeed, physically and verbally harassing him, trying to get the incident to repeat itself so “the freak can be put where he belongs.”

And it does repeat. One of the bullies gets sent flying off his bike riding home, hits a mailbox and gets a concussion that puts him in the hospital for a week after shouting at Cassidy on his bike. Another gets a needle pierced through her finger trying to sew something back together after ripping it and trying to blame him. One kid breaks his ankle trying to target Cassidy in a game of dodgeball in PE. When a kid dumps a bucket of water on him, he’s rushed to the hospital to clear the water out of his lungs, and Cassidy is bone dry, save for the blood pooling in his mouth.

Cassidy is dubbed the school freak, and Susie and co. are warned not to come near him. Yet, because they’re never unkind to him, they never suffer any horrible accidents or emergencies.

However, when William realizes what’s happening, he decides he needs to repeat the steps that triggered Cassidy’s phenomena and recreate it to give himself power and control

Shortly after, Susie, Gabriel, Jeremy, and Mitzi go missing, and Cassidy, insisting they’ve died, is blamed and called a murderer.

The accidents only begin to worsen, and a dark energy seems to be building around what is now Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, the last place the missing children were seen. Kids begin suffering brutal, disgusting and torturous injuries, and every accident that befalls Cassidy’s bullies is more grisly than the last. Cassidy seems stronger now, too. But he refuses to set foot in his father’s pizzeria, often becoming a sobbing, bleeding mess causing random bouts of destruction at the idea alone. When asked about his strange abilities, he says he can’t control it. They’re making him.

“Who’s making you?”

“My friends. In those suits. They’re a part of me. They’re calling out to me to join them. They made one for me.”

Hearing his story, a few seemingly fearless kids take him under their wing to investigate the bizarre, supernatural events surrounding him, his father, and Fazbear’s Pizzeria, and try to open the real mystery of why Cassidy awoke that day after the bite.

This reminds me of something very specific, that I can’t put my finger on

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The Mosley Review: Top Gun: Maverick

Way back when I played so many games on my Playstation 2, I rented one of the greatest games I've ever played. Ace Combat 4: Shattered Skies was the most thrilling experience in aerial dogfighting I've ever had and I fell in love with the franchise. It was the closest I'd ever come to recreating the same since of speed and tension that the original Top Gun gave me as a child. That film is an 80's staple and still one of the best films of all time. The trend to make sequels to classic films 20+ years later has sort of died down a bit which is good. It is truly heartbreaking to add a film that tarnishes the legacy of the original and fortunately, this film adds on and strengthens that legacy. From the opening frames to the last shot, this film captured the magic of the original and seamlessly updates it for todays technology and audience. It was an unfathomable amount of fun and the emotional beats the story had was truly earned. The action was fantastic and real which is hard to say compared to the more CGI led films today. I loved that it was shot for real with minimal CGI. It gave the true feeling of being a Naval Pilot and you feel the amount G's these characters pull in every bank, climb or spiral. The action is always the great, but it would've been nothing without the relatable and excellent character work done by the stellar cast.

Tom Cruise returns as Capt. Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and he hasn't skipped a beat. You can see the amount of care that Tom put into bringing back his career making role and the amount of fun he's genuinely having. I loved that Maverick still has that hotshot edge to him and he continues to push the limits. I loved that he was flawed and still haunted by Goose's death and how much of a burden he carries. Val Kilmer returns as Tom "Iceman" Kazansky in an amazing and heartfelt scene that truly was a highlight. Their bond is so strong and their chemistry has never been better. Jennifer Connelly joins the cast as Penelope Benjamin, the old flame Maverick talked about in the original film. She was as graceful and heavenly as you'd expect and I loved her in the film. Jon Hamm was perfectly stern and powerful as Vice Admiral Beau "Cyclone" Simpson. He may give Maverick a chance, but man does he not like him. It was great to see the two of them battle it out over operational superiority and strategy. Glen Powell as Lt. Jake "Hangman" Seresin was excellent and the ever present arrogant jerk of the new Top Gun mission candidates. He gets under your skin and is almost a complete mirror of what Maverick/Iceman used to be. Monica Barbaro was awesome and strong as Lt. Natasha "Phoenix" Trace. She was quick on her feet and a fierce pilot. I loved Jay Ellis as Lt. Reuben "Payback" Fitch and how even though he had a great personality, he was always ready to learn. He had one of the scariest moments in the film during a training exercise. One of my favorite pilots in the film though was Lt. Robert "Bob" Floyd played by Lewis Pullman. He may be the butt of a few jokes, but he was one of the most valuable members of the team. Miles Teller as Lt. Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw really stole the film as he plays the son of Nick "Goose" Bradshaw. The amount of resentment he carries for Maverick was heartbreaking and understandable. There is so much emotional history there and it easily explored and expertly performed by Teller. The chemistry between him and Tom was electric and fun to watch.

Aside from the action and Tom Cruise's aviator sunglasses, there is nothing more iconic than the score. Harold Faltermeyer, Lady Gaga, Hans Zimmer and Lorne Balfe all got together and crafted a perfect score for this already fantastic film. The "Top Gun Anthem" is placed perfectly throughout the film and it immediately brings back the feeling of joy and sets the epic scope of the story. This film wouldn't be Top Gun without the anthem or Kenny Loggins’ hit song "Danger Zone" and the song returns with the fury of the F/A-18E jet engine roar! Visually this film was stunning and I loved that we are in the cockpit with the characters as they fly. The way the cameras are set up have changed the game in terms of audience immersion. Speaking of immersion, the sound in this film was amazing! I felt ever after burn, turn and jet engine ignition. Director Joseph Kosinski has made yet another amazing film and one of the best sequels of all time. This is one of the best films of the year and genuinely a great film. This is a MUST SEE for all Top Gun fans and in IMAX! Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

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Hey!

So I am definitely continuing I Am A God when I have the time, but for now, have a tooth-rotting Spiralshipping fic <3

This fic is set the morning after Zeke was supposed to meet his dad for takeout/Will claimed to be sleep training his son.

Also this is my first time writing for these characters so be nice :)

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One Of The Good Ones

Fandom: Spiral from the Book of Saw

Paring: William Schenk x Ezekiel Banks

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1,545

Potential Triggers: None I'm aware of. Feel free to comment <3

Spoilers?: Yes

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One Of The Good Ones

What happened to dinner with his dad?

William Schenk slowed his steps to a stop as he gazed into the meeting room, appreciating the sight of Ezekiel Banks asleep on his work with a soft smirk of amusement. It was a good thing he was the first in. Zeke's fellow cops didn't seem like the sort to let him get away with sleeping on the job - even if they weren't worth half of Zeke's integrity and dedication. Will sniffed, glancing over his shoulder before slinging a large flask of coffee under his arm and meandering over to the table. He shuffled to a stop beside Zeke's sleeping form before huffing a laugh and tapping the detective's shoulder.

"Hey, Banks," He mumbled, voice gruff with fading sleep. His schedule didn't leave much room for rest. "Wake up, partner."

Zeke reacted with a near comedic intensity, dragging an audible laugh from Will as the rookie took a step back. Zeke cried out and thrashed his arms, soon setting his eyes up on Will with a mix of relief and embarrassment.

"Shit, Man - don't do that!" Zeke scolded, running his fingers through his rough hair. "Never wake a man while he's sleeping! Jeez…"

"Yeah, well… Better me than Fitch," Will retorted in good humour, hesitating before setting himself down next to Zeke. "Are you okay? What happened to dinner with your dad?"

"Old man cancelled on me," Zeke explained as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He looked exhausted, Will noticed. How long had he been sleeping? “Came back in to work the case. Must have gotten too comfortable."

“You could have called,” Will offered with a frown, setting down his flask and letting his bag slide off of his shoulder. “We could have worked the case together.”

“What about sleep training?” Zeke muttered in response, eyes drifting to Will. Will paused at that. Right. His… Family. He didn’t have time to retort before Zeke spoke again. “You worked hard yesterday - you deserved a night off. Enjoy your family while they last.”

“You’re just a beacon of romance and optimism, aren’t you,” Will teased, appreciating the glimmer of a smirk received in return. “Well… Thanks. Did you at least get to eat last night?” Zeke’s hesitation didn’t seem to bode well for Will’s throw-away concern. Will arched a thick brow. "...Zeke?"

"I was gonna order something in," Zeke reasoned. "I left the takeout my dad ordered at his place so he had somethin' when he got back. But then I guess I-"

"Fell asleep," Will finished for him, taking in the sigh and the nod as Zeke started shuffling through papers again. Will was feeling oddly involved in this minor inconvenience. Why did he feel so compelled to take the mantle of caretaker? Zeke was an adult. Older than him, even. But Will felt the draw to guard and care for his partner as a skilled gardener would cultivate a flower they planned to pluck. "Well, that's no good. How are you supposed to lead an investigation on an empty stomach?"

"Jeez, mom - I don't know," Zeke huffed a laugh, looking Will over. "What's got in your head all of a sudden - I can take care of myself." Clearly. "If you hold the fort, I'll run out 'n grab a… Coffee and grilled cheese or somethin'."

"No need," Will sighed as he hiked his satchel up onto his lap. He could see Zeke's puzzled expression as he rifled through before drawing a plastic tupperware - still beaded with hot steam. He hadn't been able to let it cool before leaving for work. He sniffed and set it in front of Zeke with a fork and his tall flask. "...Homemade frittata," He explained with a gesture of his hand towards the box. He smirked at Zeke's baffled expression. "I made it for me, but… Y'know, I actually ate last night."

"...Nah," Zeke shook his head, pushing the food back towards Will. "I ain't eating your breakfast, Schenk. I-" He paused when Will put a firm hand on the tupperware, locking eyes as the younger detective slowly slid it back in front of him. He bit his tongue before letting out a sigh and popping the lid off of the plastic. "Thanks," He muttered, taking hold of the fork and poking around the fried egg and vegetables.

Will watched Zeke's apprehension with muted amusement for a moment before speaking up. "It's egg," He explained. "Egg, cheese, spinach, garlic… It's nothing bad, Zeke. I'm not trying to trick you." He got a kick out of the look of minor embarrassment on Zeke's face, chuckling.

"I didn't…" Zeke went to defend himself before sighing and scooping a large piece of frittata onto his fork. "Thanks, Schenk." He shovelled it into his mouth, chewing it with a hum.

"Will, please," Will reasoned, watching the detective's changing expression with a growing smirk. The 'Mmm' sealed the deal as Zeke wiped his mouth with a hand and reached for the flask. "Good?"

"Shit, man - that's… You made that?" Zeke raised his eyebrows and pointed at the frittata. He was baffled at Will's confirmation. "Jeez… You really are the full package, huh? Your wife must love you."

"Yeah… Maybe," Will mused with a smile, admiring Zeke as the man ate. Part of him wondered why he'd even developed that lie… It just created one more barrier between himself and Zeke. But he couldn't go back on it now. "Maybe I can cook for you again sometime."

Zeke hummed in agreement, slurping down the breakfast with only half a mind on his manners. "Haven't had many homemade meals since mom left," Zeke explained between mouthfuls, sensing Will's sudden tension. "Knew the number for the pizza place before I was potty trained."

"Just… You and your dad as well, huh?" Will mumbled, watching Zeke closely. "Yeah… I know how that is. But my dad wasn't… Around much by the time I got to middle school - I learned to take care of myself." Was that giving away too much about himself? No… If anything, it was pulling Zeke closer. He could tell by the familiar concern in the detective's eyes.

Zeke floundered for a response for a moment. He was never good at conversations like this. The feelings were difficult to process… So instead he turned his attention back to his meal. He scooped up a forkful and switched his gaze to Will. "You wanna share?" He asked, an attempt to change the subject. "Today will be pretty intense… You wanna get fuelled up."

Will moved to hesitate, but… this was a moment of tenderness. Of sincerity. He could tell this was Zeke’s way of letting his guard down, so he smiled. "Sure," He agreed, leaning towards the fork. Zeke seemed taken aback by the movement, clearly expecting Will to take the fork, but he quickly adjusted - moving the fork to Will's mouth and watching the young detective take it into his mouth. It was weirdly intimate… Or maybe it had just been a while.

Will pulled off of the fork and knitted his brows, chewing through the mouthful of warm eggs. He shrugged slightly and reached for his flask to wash it down. "I've made better," He commented before flooding the taste out with coffee. He tried not to focus on Zeke’s scoff.

"Made better, huh?" Zeke muttered, turning his gaze away from Will and digging his fork into the tub. "Might have to prove that one, man - this is pretty fuckin' good…"

Will perked up at that and smirked. "...Are you inviting yourself round for breakfast, Detective Banks?" Will teased, biting back a laugh as he watched Zeke's face drop. He let Zeke fight for a retort for a moment before shaking his head. "I know what you meant." Will was just indulging in a little wishful thinking.

Zeke cleared his throat, pushing around the rest of his breakfast with a fork before offering it back towards Will. "Uh… Thanks, Schenk. I needed that." He offered before getting to his feet. He could feel a growing, undefined tension between them… And he wasn't a fan.

"Will… please," Will corrected, licking his lips as he watched Zeke readying himself to leave - probably to get his own cup of coffee. But… Will didn't want him to leave. He swallowed dryly, leaving Zeke to gather up his jacket and step away from the desk before quickly reaching for the man's wrist. He met Zeke's puzzled expression with apprehension. He… Wasn't completely sure why he'd done that. "I'm… Glad you enjoyed the frittata. Sorry." He moved to pull his hand away.

Zeke smirked, chuckling softly and reaching to playfully ruffle his young partner's hair. "Man, don't say sorry…" He hesitated before leaning over and delicately pressing a kiss to Will's head. "You're one of the good ones, Will… Now get to work."

Will bubbled into giggles as Zeke gently batted the back of his head on his way out, unable to stop the colour in his cheeks or the grin on his lips. Shit - did Zeke really just… He felt like a giddy school girl. And as he glanced back to watch Zeke leave, he could have sworn that he saw a smile to match his own on the senior detective's face.

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