#strahm's research on mark

[godlygivenanxiety]

*gestures wildly* can yOU SEE HOW THEY— they are all fucking TESTING each other the entire movies aND BY GODS THEY FAIL/THEY DON'T AND AND *rips hair out straight from scalp* no! choice! ever! ends! well! *fall to my knees, punches the ground* they were never meant to be and yet they insisted upon it

[vampirebloodie]

One Piece For Each | Mark Hoffman x Reader x Peter Strahm (Threesome)

Summary: Where Strahm and Hoffman fought so much over you that you decided to give a piece of yourself to each.

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+, creampie, degradation kink, threesome, DP.

You were one of the precinct's main criminal experts and were always busy, especially after Jigsaw's cases increased drastically, which led to special agent Peter Strahm joining the case to help with the investigations, which despite being under the command of the detective, Mark Hoffman, it seemed like weren't moving forward even with all the clues you gave at each crime scene you investigated. You even had a hunch about what could be distracting the detective, ever since you started working together Hoffman tried to ask you out on a date, but you always ended up saying no because you didn't want to mix your personal life and work, especially when half of your colleagues work were dying in traps, anyway there was no point in ignoring Hoffman when Peter arrived and started acting the same way, the worst thing is that the two of them in the same environment always ended up in a huge argument and every time for the same reason:

You.

As much as you always said that there was no point in them fighting because you wouldn't accept either of them, it seemed like they were both deaf, they never listened to you and continued with the arguments.

You had just collected some DNA samples and sent them to the laboratory, when you heard a knock on the door, you allowed entry and soon saw the agent in front of you.

“Hey Peter, how can i help you today?”

You turned your chair towards him.

“Well... How's the research going?”

“Hmm, it's a difficult question to answer, i think it's under control, i sent some samples to the laboratory today, in 24 hours we will have some possible results.”

“You’re doing so well at this job, im sure your position will level up when this is all over.”

“Thank you very much for your opinion, agent. Is good to hear that."

You smiled and so did he.

“Actually, i was thinking maybe the two of us...”

He was interrupted when that voice crossed the room, Peter's eyes rolled back in such a way that you thought they wouldn't come back.

“Y/n, you.... Hi agent Strahm, it's not a surprise to find you here, after all you chase her every day, don't you?”

Hoffman entered the room and had already started to accuse the agent, you sighed knowing what was coming.

"What? I think you’re the one who chases her every day by coming to this same room.”

Strahm stood up and you decided to say something.

“You two do this, and you want to know? I'm tired."

You stood up and took off your coat, leaving you with just your blouse, the men looked at you with a confused look. You went to the door and locked it.

“Well, i can't choose just one, i like both of you. And i guess i don’t have two holes for nothing.”

You explained with a smile on your face, both of their eyes widened.

"What do you mean by that?"

Strahm asked.

“Don't be silly. I can take both of you.”

You stood between the two and pulled each of their ties, who did you want to fool? Peter and Mark were two handsome, attractive men, good at talking and looking like they could give a great fuck, you just wanted to know if that was true or just something in your head. You had never tried double penetration, but it didn't seem like something that difficult to handle, and after all, there was a first time for everything.

“You want us to.... That? At the same time?"

Peter asked and you rolled your eyes, pretending you hadn't heard that question.

“Are you stupid or are you pretending? This slut wants us both to fuck her, but if you don’t want to i ll be happy, there’s more for me.”

Hoffman spoke without patience, your eyes lit up when you heard the way the detective had called you, you moaned feeling your hair being pulled back, seeing Peter with his hand gripping your locks, his personality seemed to have changed in a second.

"Not even. One piece for each, that's how prostitutes are treated. Honey, if you can’t handle it, it’s not our problem.”

Peter smiled and practically pushed you into Hoffman's arms, who grabbed you by the arms and threw you against the table, knocking all the papers and pens onto the floor. He placed you on all fours and forced your head down, his hands went to the belt of his pants, which he soon removed and his zipper was opened with the pants lowered, revealing his thick and large dick that was dripping with precum, you licked your lips before running his tongue all over Hoffman's length and putting it all in his mouth at once, starting to suck him, your tongue went around and around against his member, Mark sighed and moaned softly.

“You like it, don't you? Likes to suck an older man”

He said, grabbing your hair and starting to fuck your mouth, you choked every time you felt the tip of his dick touch your throat. You felt Strahm's hands on your ass, lifting your skirt up and removing your panties, he gave your ass a few slaps before you felt his hot tongue passing through all your parts from your asshole to your pussy, you moaned against Hoffman's cock, sending vibrations that made him groan, your eyes closed enjoying the feeling of Peter's tongue being rubbed, smearing all your parts.

“Not yet, bitch.”

The detective said and took his dick out of your mouth, making you let out an angry murmur, Strahm came out from behind you and soon the detective's dick was replaced by the agent's, it wasn't as big as his but it was thicker, anyway you were loving all those new sensations.

“I’m going to destroy that pussy.”

Hoffman spoke before thrusting himself inside you, making you roll your eyes at the unexpected pain of having your pussy being widened by his dick, before you could get used to his size he started to make rough movements inside you, sure enough to take out his anger at having been rejected so many times by you. You sucked and licked Peter's cock feeling Hoffman's balls hit your ass, causing a loud noise in the room. Fuck, there was no one else there but you guys.

“My turn.”

Peter spoke, lightly stroking your hair before leaving your mouth, Hoffman complained but soon left you, there was a small armchair nearby that you used sometimes. The agent's hands grabbed your waist and took you to the armchair, where he sat down and made you sit on his lap, you took a deep breath before taking his dick and fitting it at your entrance, the two of you moaned together, which sounded like to made Hoffman feel angry, he pushed you at once, making you lean more towards him, you felt the detective's cock brush your ass a few times before forcing himself inside you, you screamed against Peter's shoulder, feeling the pain and burning of your asshole being widened by his cock, tears ran down your face, but they both seemed to ignore it.

“Now the little bitch is going to cry? You chose this. Now can handle."

He said, squeezing your ass tightly, which probably left the mark of his hand there, Hoffman had a huge feeling of ownership when it came to you. You felt him enter at once and let out a silent scream, your eyes widened, Hoffman moaned loudly feeling how tight you were.

“Holy shit, you’re kneading my dick. It’s fucking tight.”

He spoke, making light movements and letting out a few grunts, Peter also started to move inside your pussy. It was a whole new sensation having two things filling your holes at the same time, you were torn between pain and pleasure, both on a slightly extreme level. You bit Peter's shoulder, feeling the detective increase his movements while the agent's hands opened your buttocks with the intention of making Hoffman fit better and increase his movements without hurting you so much in the process.

“Fuck, i had forgotten what it felt like to fuck such a tight pussy.”

Peter sighed, squeezing your waist tightly, now both men moved inside you with force, sweat ran down their faces and their moans mixed together. Peter's hand went to your clitoris where he started to make quick movements, you shivered and closed your eyes enjoying the sensation, Hoffman pulled your tank top up exposing your boobs and grabbed them, squeezing your nipples, you felt like you couldn't take it anymore all those sensations of pleasure at the same time.

“Enough, i-im going to cum.”

You warned, squeezing both of their cocks in your holes, a shock wave hit your body and you soon fell on Peter's shoulder, breathing heavily, they increased their movements in a rough tone and you screamed. The two gave a few more thrusts before you felt their hot liquids filling your holes, you breathed heavily, then they came out of you and Peter got up from the armchair, leaving you sitting there, you ignored the pain you were feeling.

"It saw? Now you don’t have to fight because of me, one piece for each.”

[one-annon]

1. you ask i must deliver.....

governshipping!!!!!!! sometime on the scene of the arson with the fatal five (i had to brainstorm a setting that made sense for both of them in canon) they meet and from then they kind of keep in touch like police/government do and as a result maybe theres some homosexuality thereeee..........................

A PHONE CALL AWAY

-- PETER STRAHM X MATT GIBSON - GOVERNSHIPPING --

hi raz....lowkey dont like this one but its okay i wrote all of it over the span of like 4 days between the hours of 1 am to 4 am..somehow made it to 2.5k though

ive never written officer gibson or agent strahm so please forgive me.....i kinda winged this whole story

if you see mistakes, no you dont <3 enjoy!

having the fbi here this early was, honestly, a little insulting.

gibson had already taken a blow to his pride when hoffman stated he still owed him. this 'owing' equvilated to gibson being his personal assistant. it fucking sucked. he was already pissed and he just wanted to go home and scream into a pillow. maybe cry too. the current situation wasnt doing much to help calm his nerves, either.

he was sent to figure out what happened at some building. eight bodies were found. still, despite their research, they couldnt find shit on what happened. from what gibson gathered, it was some junkie house. he concluded that it wasnt by mistake. the firefighters he spoke to agreed, though they quickly changed their minds once their inspector ruled it an accident. ashley, he discovered, was her name. she was about his height, blonde.

he didnt fully trust her though. and neither did the agent he was currently speaking to. peter strahm. he was taller, more intimidating. gibson didnt really know how to feel about him. he was alright, he guessed, but strahm was nothing special. gibson could do just as much as him. fuck this prick. he didnt even do anything, gibson was just utterly annoyed by his presence. maybe he was just hungry.

"have they attempted to identify any of the bodies?" strahm had finished his talk wish ashley, focusing back on gibson, "or even looked into the place? who all visits here? do we have anyone who mightve had issues with someone here?" the way he spoke reminded gibson of the way he would talk to newbies. it pissed him off even more. of course they went through all that shit. he's done this before.

one of gibson's partners patting his shoulder, looking between the two. "if they say its an accident, well..we don't pursue it. theres no use." the officer fucking hated that thought. how could they be so sure it was an accident? that ashley chick has already vanished out of their sight. they dont know where the hell she went. really, they didnt know what else to do. there was nothing else they could do. the fbi and the police were both gone.

the only people left were gibson, strahm, and gibson's buddy. his buddy who was currently trying to push away some reporter guy. lord forbid the news missed this shocking story. eight dead in a house burning, fbi and police called. for fucks sake, by this point they could just publicly shame the force for the shitty job theyre doing, but like his partner said, there was no use in investigating further.

strahm hummed, tapping his fingers on his thigh like some sort of nervous tic. "well." he started, the words dying on his tongue as he tried to figure out what to say. "if you get anything else, you can contact me." he muttered, taking a notepad from his shirt pocket and a pen from his pants pocket. did he always have those on hand? gibson shifted his weight as strahm wrote. he tore the page, handed it to the officer, and turned to his car.

they didnt speak in person. there was no need to. the only times they ever spoke over text was when gibson had a question about the jigsaw case. really, he wasn't supposed to be involved, but he was curious. eventually, they discovered they had one thing in common; a mutual hatred for mark hoffman. the two of them had their separate reasons - one because of envy and one because of suspicion.

obviously, they kept their words professional. there were no accusations made about the detective, but they both knew they had some very choice words for him. they hinted at it, but never outright said anything. strahm had been suspicious of the man since they met, gibson had been jealous of his abilities since they first shook hands. at one point, he even looked up to hoffman. hah, yeah, what a chance.

at some point, strahm's suspicions had grown. when he woke up in that stupid hospital bed, he knew. he had no doubt in his mind about what had gone down and who was hunting him. that fucker had already taken lindsey from him, of course he was after the whole department. no one would believe him, he wasnt that stupid. well, maybe gibson would.

gibson wasnt the first person on his mind. hoffman and perez were. but he came in a close second. he knew the officer would believe his story. if he was right about all of this, gibson could help him. he could get hoffman behind bars, maybe even get promoted. strahm would get his victim and gibson would get the recognition he so desperately wants, its a win win.

his throat was dry as he called the man. they had never called. there was no need to. there was now though. he had a reason and it was damn good. according to the doctors, he shouldnt use his voice. he would probably be in less pain if he just fucking texted gibson but who knows what that fuck is doing? strahm needs him right fucking now.

"strahm? long time no see, how can i be of service?" gibson had a certain cheerful tone to his voice, one strahm didnt need at the moment,

clearing his throat to the best of his abilities, strahm croaked out "its-" he broke off into a cough, swallowing hard. it took him a minute to gain his voice. "it hoffman." strahm hated how pathetic he sounded. "hoffman’s the..the accomplice." he didn't have any evidence. nothing but a hunch and a hole in his throat. he was still sat in lindsey's room, his eyes fixed on the bloodied pillow. hoffman, the bastard, had just visited. of course he read the fucking papers. he knew that he saved that girl but it all felt…wrong. he needed someone to talk to about it.

no one else shared the same hatred for hoffman. maybe strahm's was closer to obsession, but it was the same thing by this point, wasnt it?

"…where are you? are you sick?"

of course gibson didnt know. why would he? he's not on the case. "hospital." he grumbled, scowling as he stood from the chair next to lindsey's bed. "had to-" he coughed, violent and painful, "had to give myself a fuckin' trache." he paced the room, hand never leaving the edge of the bed. he'd make sure justice was served. he was gonna get hoffman and serve him like a pig on christmas; on a silver platter with an appetizers worth of evidence for the jury.

if it wasnt for himself, it was for perez. he had never been so close to someone before. after his second divorce, strahm opted for detachment. if you weren't attached, they wouldnt care how much you worked, how much you denied yourself the basic needs of living. thats what was different about perez. she was just as bitchy as he was. if he had something to say, she had a comeback. she didnt take shit from anyone, peter included.

and she was gone.

his thoughts were suddenly swept from his head as he heard gibson's voice on the other end of the line. "you should be resting, man, not solving the case." there was no room for argument on that. which, strahm knew that already. he was “off the case.” like fucking hell he was. he's done more work than any bitch in that precinct. it was just barely there, but he could hear the noises of someone climbing into a car. where the hell was he headed?

"i know. where're you going?"

there was a long pause, then the sound of an engine started. "coming to you." gibson sighed, adjusting himself before setting his phone on speaker and starting the drive. "you said the accomplise is hoffman, yeah? i'll hear you out. but i wanna see what evidence you have first. you cant really go making assumptions." he didnt exactly have that. fuck. whatever. he would explain it once the other was here. he would believe strahm. hopefully.

it took about 15 minutes for gibson to arrive. strahm had wandered back to his room for the sake of the other, though it would be funny to watch him stumble around trying to find him, he didnt want to waste time. strahm had been sitting near the window, eyebrows furrowed and mind foggy with thoughts about the case. gibson was right. how the hell was he supposed to supply evidence to the court? all he had to go off of was lindsey’s words, a hole in his throat, and a hunch.

strahm didnt budge as matt opened the door. he didnt move as the other pulled a chair to sit across from him. he paid no mind to gibson, which, it wasnt like he was paying any to strahm either. he had his eyes focused on the tv. it took a long while for either of them to break the silence, both too lost in their own thoughts to speak.

“he got promoted.” matt breathed. “you think..the jigsaw accomplice that you two have been tracking down..is our new lieutenant detective?” he tore his eyes from the tv screen, focusing back on strahm and his dazed look.

the agent scoffed, finally leaning back and making eye contact with the officer. “i do.” he shifted, his fists balling up. his thumb was practically begging for a pen to click. he didnt want to touch - or even look at - another pen for a long while. he’d have to find something else to fidget with. maybe that stress ball perez got him? whatever. no need to think about that now. “how the hell do you expect someone to walk out without a single scratch?” his leg was bouncing. he didnt notice it for a moment. maybe that was his new fidget.

gibson hummed, leaning back and resting one arm over the back of his chair. “who else was in the building? just you two?”

“i dont know. from what i heard, everyone is dead.”

another hum. matt thought about it. from what he knew, everyone offered something during jigsaw traps. hoffman coming out totally unscathed was a bit…odd. maybe it wasnt enough to get him convicted, but it was a nice start. they could work from there. if there was one thing gibson knew about hoffman, it was his ability to act. he could act all innocent. sometimes he would struggle, but he could easily tell a lie.

gibson stared out the window, out to their city. people were dying out there and it was possible that they were dying because of a man he knew. how the fuck were they supposed to handle this then? this was fucking stupid. he tried to offer all he could. “he would be able to lift the victims. hoffman was strong, ill give him that. he was able to lift me, probably could assist in the kidnapping.”

that got strahm thinking. during their first meeting, they had discussed another accomplice. kerry was too heavy for amanda alone, but hoffman couldve easily lifted her. he couldve taken paul to that razor wire trap, maybe with a little help, but it could be done. he started to gain more questions - ones he couldnt answer without the files. he knew they most likely had files on the man. did he have a criminal record? what about ties to the victims? most of jigsaws victims were rather personal to him. could it be possible strahm had killed someone he knew?

strahms brows furrowed in thought. it would make sense. having someone on the inside who would deter the police would be extremely helpful for jigsaw, not to mention the strength.

“do you have access to the files on the case?” strahm asked suddenly, trying to fight the cough in the back of his throat. he knew he had the ability to access the files, but if matt had gone to get them for him, he could avoid suspicion from erickson. fucking erickson. he would solve this fucking case from his hospital room and get more fucking work done that erickson ever could.

his thoughts shifted as gibson shook his head. of course. why would he have fucking access? strahm was starting to think the water affected his brain more than he initially assumed. with the mutter of a swear, strahm stood. he had access. he just had to do everything himself didnt he? fuck, if lindsey was here, he would have this shit done by now!

gibson frowned, standing with him. “peter. you cant just..you cant go out and solve the case! lay down man, take a few days for yourself! just- relax!” it took a bit of forcing, but peter ended up back on his bed. “even just for a few hours. thats better than nothin’! take it from a guy who walked with no boot or crutches when his ankle was sprained; resting is better than anything!”

strahm groaned. he felt like a child trying to worm their way out of bedtime. he didnt want to rest. he wanted to find hoffman. he wanted to go and save whoever was in their most recent game. he wanted to get his ass up and be useful. fucking…whatever. he could entertain gibson for a while. instead of getting out of the bed like he oh, so wanted to, he grabbed the remote to the tv. gibson moved his chair to the side of strahms bed, and they surfed through channels until they found one they were content with.

it may not how he planned to spend his afternoon, but the pair ended up watched hours worth of ‘friends’. it was nice. it felt normal. both boys needed the comfort of normality at the moment. maybe their situation couldve been a little more comfortable, but strahm needed to stay in bed, and gibson needed a break from work.

by the time gibson had to return back to his shit ass job, strahm was ready to get up and out. as much as he enjoyed their time, his fidgeting never ceased. he need to go do something about this fucking jigsaw case. matt had sat up, groaned as he realized the time, and exited the room with a wave and a ‘call me if you need anything’. just as he left the room, strahm stood. he reached into the back they let him keep by the side of his bed, grabbing his clothing, and changed.

fuck this hospital shit. he had a case to go solve. he took his phone, his gun, a flashlight, his wallet, and his keys. traveling throughout the hospital wasnt that hard of a task, he just looked down and avoided anyone who looked at him. successfully, he made it to his car. he checked the back seat, no one. perfect. he was safe. starting the engine and sighing, strahm pulled out, and headed straight for the fbi’s main office.

if he wasnt getting justice for himself, it was for lindsey. and maybe gibson.

[sjweminem]

first ~5 mins of writing that age-gap academy hoffstrahm fic for which i found inspiration yesterday thanks to that ask..NOT proofread, just a little taste!! feedback welcome (i'm used to writing speeches and research papers, NOT fiction lol)

admittedly he was distracted. as usual. mark tolerated most classes in the academy as obligatory lessons to endure in order to, some day, achieve his dream of working in homicide, but for now he was stuck with all the other twenty-somethings learning the basics of police work, seemingly over and over again. well. at least he had something to keep his mind occupied during this lesson in particular. however repetitive the coursework may be, mark couldn't deny the eager anticipation he felt upon entering professor strahm's lecture.

mark could watch those hands for hours, even at the expense of learning whatever new information might unexpectedly, miraculously, be introduced in one yet another of his many repetitive classes. he followed those hands- his instructor was one for dramatic gesticulations- and willed himself not to imagine how they might feel on his body. willing, however, does not necessarily imply succeeding. no, mark still, despite his best efforts, frequently stared until his imagination led to thoughts of those strong-looking palms at his throat, gripping his thighs, perhaps tracing his lips with a rough finger before shoving the others into his mouth.

suddenly the bell rang, indicating the lecture's end, and, once again, mark realized his complete failure to take any notes whatsoever. maybe this little crush was getting out of hand. but how was he supposed to pay attention when professor strahm seemed to regularly meet his eyes mid-subject, in a stare that felt so unmistakably suggestive- possessive, even- and surely was not wholly imagined, a product of wishful thinking. no, he was certain that if only they could get each other alone...

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Day.16 Water - Sawtober/Sawcember

warning : angst, hurt/comfort, hydrophobia

Sawtober/Sawcember masterlist

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The weather is a natural phenomenon and the predictions of weather experts and researchers can only be interpreted. It has happened more than once that it started to rain even though it was high summer or that it snowed in the fall when the leaves started to turn colorful.

But what were initially just annoying and yet somehow pretty weather phenomena had become an inner burden for Agent Strahm.

Since he had woken up in the water trap, since he had felt the cold metal on his neck and his screams had not come out of the box, he seemed to have changed. Not only did his neck still hurt from the hole he had to ram into it with his pen, it was the fear of being surrounded by water again.

The renewed fear of hearing the loud splashing noise that rumbled in his ears, of being helpless and suffocating. A fear he didn't have before - he loved swimming, diving, bathing and showering.

But since he had been discharged from hospital, he had avoided water as much as possible. The shower was hardly ever on and only minimal drops flowed down, prolonging his showers by hours. A fact he denied and dismissed with an

,,I'm fine" every time in front of his boyfriend but he saw the skeptical look on Hoffman's face and knew he knew he had a problem. A problem that couldn't simply be solved, even if his partner disagreed. For Mark it was a simple matter of how to get Peter back under water.

Which is why he came up with a little plan, because he wasn't going to put himself through another couple of hours waiting for his friend in the shower.

Without knowing what it would do to Peter, he would take the risk. The two of them drove to work, as they did every day, and he knew that Strahm kept checking the weather forecast on his cell phone.

Strahm used the large umbrella that was actually intended for two people on his own. ,,Don't worry so much, it's only a few meters to the station," Hoffman said, taking one hand off the steering wheel and placing it on his boyfriend's thigh.

Nevertheless, he could feel the tension in the brown-haired man who didn't want to leave the safety of the car in the rain. ,,Yes-yes... I'll manage," Strahm replied, but his heart was beating wildly as he somehow tried to get out of the car with the half-open umbrella and run to the main door faster than necessary. He winced as he felt the drops of water on his neck and wheeled around.

He saw that Mark had given him the few drops and seemed to want to give him more. ,,Hoffman, don't you dare!" hissed Strahm, shielding himself with his umbrella before hurrying into the station and hearing his friend's grin.

At least that's how it looked from the outside, that Hoffman didn't take his boyfriend's illness seriously, but in reality it was his fault that it was haunting him. Guilt that he hadn't simply recognized Strahm, that he hadn't simply told him that he knew who had set him up.

That it was Lawrence and not Jigsaw. Lawrence the medical genius knew exactly how to get everything out of his victims, both mentally and physically.

But even though Hoffman was initially against it, he knew that interfering would only complicate things. And he wanted to avoid any more complications at all costs.

I'll fix it, the brown-haired man thought to himself and wiped the raindrops off his jacket before he went inside too, because in the end he was just Mark Hoffman the friendly policeman and not Jigsaw.

He just had to find the right mix of both with Peter to help him. Which he did, even if Strahm didn't like it. He would have to get through it.

And when the two men got home, the story had gone on far too long again and they had taken Asian food with them, the last thing Strahm thought about was water, or rather the shower.

,,Did they mix up my sauces?" asked Strahm, leaning back on the couch with his noodles and glad to be back safely in the house.

They both always took the same thing and of course Hoffman knew exactly what his friend wanted because if Strahm didn't cook, Hoffman was screwed.

Instant soup and pasta was the only thing he could manage, but everything else would turn into a cooking lesson with his friend. ,,No, I don't think it's the same as always," Mark said dismissively, looking back at the screen and the ticking clock.

It must be working he thought and shoveled another spoonful of rice and chicken into his mouth. He knew it wasn't the sauce that tasted different, it was the crushed sleeping pills. Lawrence's special recipe as he remembered when the blond had given it to him.

Maybe it was his now somewhat radical conviction to persuade the human mind to do something he was afraid of, or maybe it was just a touch of madness in him.

But he had already heard the third yawn from his peer and knew that it was only a matter of time. He looked back at the screen, but after a few more minutes he heard the clink of the fork falling to the floor as Strahm fell asleep.

,,Time for a test," Hoffman mumbled and carefully placed his and Peter's food on the table before carrying his friend's body as gently as he could into the bathroom.

The shower wasn't huge but there was enough room for them to stand next to each other, but they didn't have to. He leaned Strahm carefully against the wall under the shower head and looked at his friend for a moment.

His shirt slightly unbuttoned and his tie hanging out of his trousers, a tired expression even in his sleep. And yet he was overcome with guilt again when he saw the scar on his friend's neck.

He moved his fingers carefully over it and felt the scarred tissue. ,,I'm sorry," he murmured as he let go of the scar and left a gentle kiss on it before turning on the shower and closing the door.

He waited for Peter to wake up and sat in front of him as best he could and looked at him, he would stay with him and show him that water didn't mean death.

The water had already almost completely soaked his shirt and he could see it sticking to his friend's skin and his pants. But he knew he didn't look any better himself, his hair hanging down as he leaned over to Peter and slapped him lightly on the cheek to wake him up.

,,Peter...come on...wake up," he said slowly, seeing how he woke up again after a few moments and was confused for a split second before he let out a cry of fear. ,,Get out of the way!" he shouted at Mark as he felt the water splashing down on him, grabbing Mark's shoulder and trying to push him aside.

There was sheer fear in his dark eyes. But Mark was quicker to grab the other's arms and pull him into a tight hug.

A hug that didn't let him escape, ,,It's okay, I'm here," he said and heard the echoing screams and pleas to let him go, he seemed like a frightened dog trying to crawl into a corner.

,,No! No! Let me fucking go Hoffman!" Peter continued to scream at him and tried to free himself, clawing and scratching at anything he could find, hitting and biting at a sight that stung Mark. Because he was indirectly responsible. He had done this to Peter.

Which is why he just pulled him even tighter and kept talking to him, hoping it would just stop at some point. That Peter would have to calm down at some point.

The special agent kicked his legs and managed to get the glass door of the shower to crack. ,,Peter, I'm here, you're not drowning, don't you hear me," said Mark, easing up a little as he felt the attempts to escape diminish and Strahn looked at his work with a shocked expression.

The splintered door, Hoffman's body with several bloody scratches and even a bite. But then he saw tears welling up in Strahm's eyes as he realized that it was finally over.

He carefully put a hand on his boyfriend's cheek, ,,What-What have I done? Forgive me," he murmured and Hoffman returned the hug and Mark hugged him.

The two of them were still being hit by the water, but neither of them cared, it was the overcoming that mattered.

And while Strahm told him over and over again, ,,I love you", it was Hoffman who had to fight back the tears as he looked at the slightly bloody water and only said, ,,I'm sorry I did this to you" and hugged him even tighter.

They had both repented in the water only to come out again at the end. In love and not brokenness.

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Horror characters heights

I made a post about this awhile ago and I thought I would update it for y'all. All of the horror related characters I write for are on this list in order of shortest to tallest. Also this is based off my research so if you have a source saying something else let me know and I'll fix it because I usually base the characters height on the actors height unless canon says differently. With that out of the way here is the updated list. I do say which characters I couldn't find a set in stone height.

Amanda Young-5'3

Carrie White-5'3

Star-5'5

Billy Lenz-5'6 (Not set in stone)

Lester Sinclair-5'6

Adam Faulkner-5'7

Herbert West-5'7

Marko TLB- 5'7

Martin Mathias-5'7

Tiffany Valentine-5'7

Vanita "Stretch" Brock-5'7

Corey Cunningham-5'9

David TLB-5'9

Will Grahm-5'9

Baby Firefly-5'10

Danny Johnson-5'10 (I saw average height so I'm adding an inch)

Leslie Vernon-5'10

Michael Emerson-5'10

OG Michael Myers-5'10

Paul TLB-5'10

The Grabber/Albert Shaw-5'10

Dwayne TLB-5'11

Kurt Kunkle-5'11

Asa Emory-6'0 (Not set in stone)

Billy Loomis-6'0

Chop Top Sawyer-6'0

Dan Cain-6'0

Hannibal Lecter (Mads Mikkelsen)-6'0

Harry Warden-6'0

Mark Hoffman-6'0

Nubbins Sawyer-6'0

Otis Driftwood-6'0

Patrick Bateman-6'0

Peter Strahm-6'0

Severen-6'0

Bo Sinclair-6'1

Tommy Jarvis-6'1

Vincent Sinclair-6'1

Doomhead-6'2

Brahms Heelshire-6'3

Candyman/Daniel Robitaille-6'4

Norman Bates-6'4

Stu Macher-6'4

Jason Voorhees-6'5

Thomas Hewitt-6'5

Bubba Saywer-6'6

Jesse Cromeans-6'6 (Not set in stone)

RZ Michael Myers-6'9

Pyramid head-7'0

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🍄🔪🍦🪲 and I can't remember the emoji that brings forth the pet pics but that emoji that one

share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

hoffman definitely doesn't realise he is a Big Boy and is determined to be as close to strahm is possible.... strahm is trying to watch tv and he's got mark "tits" hoffman attempting to sit on his lap

what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

WHERE DO I START.... stabbing! pregnancy! weather in random countries! missing children! terrorism! niche porn positions!

name three good things about a character you hate

hmm... i'll go for eric matthews: 1) he cares about his weird gay son 2) he made friends with a rat 3) he obviously was good in bed if kerry kept fucking him

add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

Perez is only wearing chapstick, but when she licks into Mark’s mouth, he tastes vanilla. She kisses like a man, pushed up onto her tip-toes to drag him downwards, taking him apart. He opens his mouth slightly, and Perez’s tongue is warm against his own, and Mark shudders when Strahm groans, and unzips his trousers.

PET PICTURES FOR YOU:

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Listen Closer - Chapter 7

[ no more writing like a madman! normal update times now wjhejhewbew also Strahm is joining the polycule ]

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“We need to go pick up Amanda,” Mark explained to Garrett when he got the most tired yet spite filled glare he’d ever received, all because he had shaken him awake.

Garrett had stayed planted, asleep, in Mark’s lap throughout the rest of the game, which was only a little less than an hour. Even with the incredibly short nap, he still looked better rested than when Mark first showed up.

The apprentice groaned, burying his face in Mark’s neck for a few seconds, as if not being able to see would make it all go away. “... Fine,” he eventually said, sighing softly and picking himself up.

He almost smacked Mark for laughing when his legs tried to give out on him. “Oh shut up,” he growled, gathering up his clothes and getting redressed.

He paused when Mark started to do the same, taking a moment to admire his handiwork in the bite marks and hickeys he’d left. He didn’t usually get the chance to see the marks he’d created, so he was simply soaking it in.

As soon as Mark looked at him, he looked away and finished making himself presentable again.

He didn’t hear Mark chuckle at his embarrassment.

---

“Took you two long enough,” Amanda complained as Mark and Garrett made their way to the bathroom, Garrett tilting his head at the sight of Daniel.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine staying here for another whole day?” Garrett asked her, hoisting the unconscious teenager up and over his shoulder, securing him with an arm over his back and another over the back of his knees.

Amanda scoffed at the concern, which made him narrow his eyes at her. “I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. Besides, we don’t have any other options. We don’t know when Mathers will show up.”

She was right, but Garrett still didn’t like it. Daniel was going to wake up at any point though, so he didn’t have time to argue. “Whatever. Be careful,” he told her, glancing down at Adam’s body before he headed out.

As he placed Daniel in the back seat of his car, he thought back to Adam. He remembered him being alive and in need of medical help. Lawrence had told him that when Jigsaw found him, he had been trying to go and get help for Adam.

Garrett had planned on being that help.

He knew Adam was still alive when he planned to go back for him, he even made sure to check. But, when he finally got down there, Adam was dead. Not from starvation or dehydration- strangulation.

There was a plastic bag around his head and face, filled up with his blood. It was awful. Adam hadn’t deserved to die, he managed to survive all that time just to end up like this.

He couldn’t even be buried, or moved. The bathroom would forever remain his tomb.

That was the night Garrett grabbed the simply white lighter that he kept on him now. The fluid had long since evaporated, so it was truly useless, but it was the lighter that let him see Adam.

Maybe it wasn’t smart to keep the ghost of a man he’d failed to save with him, but this was his version of feeling guilty for not being fast enough.

Garrett shook those thoughts away as he sat down in the driver’s seat.

It wasn’t long before Mark joined him, awkwardly settling down in the slightly too small passenger’s seat and pulling off his thick, leather gloves. It wasn’t likely that Mathers would be smart enough to bring back-up with him, or that anyone would know where he was going, but you could never be too careful in the Jigsaw business.

“You’re fitting into your role well,” Garrett commented once they were on the road, absentmindedly reaching up to scratch the bite that Mark had managed to leave on his neck.

Almost immediately, Mark grabbed his hand and placed it back on the steering wheel. “I’ll admit, this was definitely not how I planned on my life going,” he replied, letting his hand fall back into his lap. “I don’t think any detective plans to become a killer.”

“By technicality, we’re not killers,” Garrett corrected, thinking back to the time Lawrence gave the same speech to Adam. “We just put them in the traps. We give them every chance to get out, and if they choose not to take it, then all they’ve done is kill themselves. Humans inherently want to live. They just forget that sometimes, and we have to remind them.”

Mark just stared at him. “Do you know how apathetic you sound?” he teased, earning a light slap on the arm from Garrett. “I guess you’re right, though.” He didn’t know if Garrett knew about his “trap”, the one he set up for his sister’s killer. The one that was purposefully inescapable.

Not that it would matter if Garrett knew or not, because he would support it. He had a little sister of his own back home in the south, one he would kill for without hesitation. He understood. Murder was just necessary sometimes.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at the current Jigsaw “base”, the one they were using for Mathers’s part of the game.

“You sure you’re okay with putting coworkers in traps?” Garrett asked Mark as he hoisted Daniel onto his shoulder again once they were parked in front of the building. “I mean, Mathers and Kerry are in this.” He only knew either of those people from John’s research, but he knew that they were on the Jigsaw force with Mark.

“I’ve been hoping I won’t be the one to test either of them,” Mark admitted, walking ahead of Garrett to open the doors for him, so he wouldn’t have to risk dropping Daniel. “I know I probably will but… I don’t want to think about it.”

Wow. He cared so much more about his coworkers than Garrett did. He was already planning a trap for the people he worked with.

Garrett hummed at Mark’s reply, leaving it when they entered the main room where John wanted Daniel. “Alright, you go set up the oxygen tank, I need to check all the monitors and make sure they’re set up right.” Mark nodded, and he set Daniel down in the closest chair, heading over to another room to check out the monitors.

The monitors in this room wouldn’t have the tape in them, since they would find it almost immediately, so they were instead connected to the monitors in the apartment. Did Garrett understand how? No. He didn’t ask. He doesn’t care. He just needed to make sure it worked, and he knew how to do that.

When he was done, he returned to Daniel, grabbing him as Mark opened up the safe. He placed the teenager in the safe, curled up and probably uncomfortable, before placing the oxygen mask over his mouth.

Once secure in the knowledge that Daniel would not suffocate, he closed the safe.

“And that’s all we can do,” Garrett said as he moved away from the safe, checking over a few last things before leaving the building. He reached the car before Mark, but only had to wait about a minute before he joined him in the car.

Garrett started the car, but didn’t start moving yet. “So, anywhere you want me to drop you off? I’ve gotta go home- I’ve got shit to do- but I know the city pretty well and can take you just about anywhere.”

Mark just stared at him for a few seconds, thinking over how he should answer. He was silent for like a whole minute, long enough for Garrett to get on the road, before finally responding.

“Can I just go home with you?”

Garrett almost crashed the damn car.

“You- you can say no, it won’t hurt my feelings or anything, I just figured it would easier-”

“Yeah man, I’m cool with that.”

There was silence again, before Mark did that curious little head tilt of his. “Really? You’re sure that’s okay?” he asked, completely unsure if he actually meant it or not.

Garrett shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, you’re cool, and you’ve already literally seen me naked, so I’ve really got nothing against it. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

It was rather out of the blue, of course it caught him off guard. But, he said it was okay, so Mark assumed his apartment was where they were headed.

---

“I think I have pizza in the fridge if you’re hungry,” Garrett said as he opened the door to his apartment, already knowing that the gossip would hit him hard tomorrow. “Don’t bother trying to find any sort of alcohol, I don’t drink.” Yes, he knew Mark was an alcoholic for a while.

Mark rolled his eyes at the mention of it, but did seem surprised to learn that Garrett didn’t drink.

He pulled off his jacket after carefully closing the door, hooking it on the jacket stand next to the door. He glanced around the room, even more surprised that Garrett’s apartment was incredibly clean and organized.

“Yep, there’s pizza in here.” Garrett’s voice snapped Mark out of his thoughts, turning to watch as his fellow apprentice placed a pizza box on the kitchen counter, opening it up and grabbing a slice that he straight up bit into cold.

“Well, make yourself at home. I have some trap plans I need to work on,” he continued, pulling Mark down by the tie to kiss him on the cheek before moving past him into his bedroom.

If he wanted to be left alone, he probably shouldn’t have touched Mark, because now he was following him to the bedroom, and closing the door behind him.

It was going to be a long night if this keeps happening.

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hoffmanstits-enjoyer

#......this makes no sense bc i'm going Through It.....#how is it that adam trusted lawrence peter didnt listen to mark and zeke couldn't decide how to feel abt william#and despite such wide range of choices they get the Same Fucking Game Over.#strahm's research on mark#william's taunting in zeke's hunt for him#lawrence and adam pushing and calming each other down#john never meant for those two fuckers to develop a codependency#mark never meant to find such an oponent in peter#zeke never could've guessed he sparked an obsession in william#this franchise is fucking me up NOT the way it is supposed to#trust. choice. biggest theme of the contraptions but also those ships. i need stronger meds.#saw franchise#coffinshipping#spiralshipping#chainshipping#sawposting#spiralposting

*gestures wildly* can yOU SEE HOW THEY— they are all fucking TESTING each other the entire movies aND BY GODS THEY FAIL/THEY DON'T AND AND *rips hair out straight from scalp* no! choice! ever! ends! well! *fall to my knees, punches the ground* they were never meant to be and yet they insisted upon it