#u can tell i lost steam v quickly into this but that is OKAY bc i believe...

[saddlepunk]

questionable taste

[angeltrapz]

for the “give me a character” meme! Eric, Adam, William, Mallick, Strahm, Rigg!!!!

YESS thank u!!!!

Eric:

How I feel about this character: That's my boy!!! <33

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Uuuu okay. Adam, obviously, but concerning the SAW polycule: Adam, Art, Lawrence, William, & Mallick!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Him & Rigg!!! That's his best friend!!! + he and Gibson in the Eric Lives AU!! (Gibson IS dating his best friend + recognizes that he's made the effort to change <3)

My unpopular opinion about this character: You Understand This but the idea that he's irredeemable/deserved to die is complete and utter bullshit. This post that you made perfectly describes my feelings on that!!

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: Firstly that he. Y'know. Didn't die. But I would have loved to see any of his interactions with Hoffman? Obviously they knew each other + I like to think they have since they were in academy together, so there's gotta be some sort of history there, y'know?? I feel like he definitely cared about Eric so I would've been very interested to see more regarding that relationship! + one more big one: I wish he knew/was at least made aware of the fact that Daniel was ALIVE and okay. It kills me thinking abt how this man died not knowing if his child made it out.

Adam:

How I feel about this character: I loooove him he deserved better. I relate pretty heavily to him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Hehe. Lawrence obviously!! Chainshipping is a HUGE comfort ship for me. BUT! Regarding the SAW polycule: Lawrence, Eric, William, Gibson, & Mallick!! + when concerning that alternative canon continuity we've been talking abt, Strahm. But only in that circumstance lol,,

My non-romantic OTP for this character: MANDY!!! In any AU where she's either not a disciple or abandoned her apprenticeship, I firmly believe that he and Amanda would be best friends. Mean gay/lesbian solidarity siblings who would fight tooth and nail for each other + who get each other on a level that not many others can. Pamela also!! Along w Mandy I like to think they talk about their experiences being trans a lot + just bitching w each other lol.

My unpopular opinion about this character: IDK how unpopular this actually is but I 100% believe that Adam would never become a disciple in any capacity, ESP not of his own accord. I genuinely think he'd rather die. That's just not something I can see him doing in any circumstance.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I wish someone had gotten him out of the bathroom :( And in an AU where he lives I hope someone tells him what a bastard Zep was!! No one made that dude hold a gun to Diana's head and listen to her heartbeat what the FUCK was that!!

William:

How I feel about this character: He's such a sweetheart I love him,, <33

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Lawrence & Adam <3 in the polycule though this includes Eric & Mallick!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: He and Pamela obviously!! His sister is his best friend and they're there for each other 100%.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Much like Eric I don't think he deserved to die/that he's completely irredeemable... he fights so hard to save everyone and is utterly devastated when he can't. He's willing to hurt himself to save others (nearly dislocating his shoulders trying to keep both Addy and Allen, burning himself with the steam for Debbie, etc.) and it's like. John is always talking about how it can't be personal but it seems pretty fucking personal here!

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: The fact that nobody saw how hard he fought for his coworkers + the sacrifices he made for them upsets me to no end. That was intentional. John didn't want Tara + Brent (or Pamela for that matter!) to see him as human and that fucking bothers me!! So basically I just wish that they could've seen it via camera like literally almost every trap victim gets in some capacity!!

Mallick:

How I feel about this character: Yet another character I relate to wayyy too much <33 I love him...

All the people I ship romantically with this character: BRIT!!! + concerning the SAW polycule: Adam, Eric, William, & Lawrence!! (Art maybe too,,)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I like to think he and Laura would've gotten along actually? I feel like that would be a good, healthy friendship. And I do like the idea of he and Brit like this too!! Other than that maybe Mandy? I feel like they could relate to each other a little bit, help each other when they're feeling brainweird,, (Mallick n Mandy: havers of Symptoms Disorder <3)

My unpopular opinion about this character: Again I don't know if it's unpopular, persay, but uh. I don't think the Mallick we meet in V would willingly sit and listen to Bobby Dagen in 3D. He'd hate that dude. My take on it is that Brit didn't survive V (although I think read somewhere that the crew confirmed she survived?) and that's why he was there: because he'd lost the one true connection he'd made in god knows how long. That's rlly the only way I see him sitting thru Dagen's bullshit lmao.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I wanted him to see Brit again,, and I just wanted to see him more in general tbh, esp because he makes a reappearance where so many prior Jigsaw survivors do not. I would've liked to see him interact with Simone given that they both lost a limb/nearly a limb (in Mallick's case). This is related to that, but I also wish the evidence of the 10 Pints trap wasn't just. A tiny scar? I HC that it took his whole hand, so.

Strahm:

How I feel about this character: Ohhh my beloved. Why didn't they give you a better narrative it would've been SO interesting. I love you though <3

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Honestly? Still super fond of Gibson/Strahm in a scenario where things are different,, I've written quite a bit abt them and kinda want to again but if I do it'll probably be. Not for a while + VASTLY different. but recent additions have been Hoffman (I used to. not understand Stroffman whatsoever. now I Get It) and Adam!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character: PEREZ!!! I've always thought of them as best friends since I first saw IV, and I do think he genuinely cared about her - quite a lot, actually, esp given how devastated he was when she was injured. They hang out at each other's apartments all the time + get coffee regularly. I love them.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don't think he's a dumbass?? I don't know if that's unpopular. I think that he's IMPULSIVE and that it gets him into trouble, but Strahm has always struck me as incredibly intelligent + has a good moral compass for the most part?? I mean, he figured out there was a second apprentice (second as far as he knows, anyway) helping with traps just by examining Kerry's crime scene. I think he's VERY smart. He just acts quickly + sometimes that means there's not much planning for if things go south. (I DO agree that showing up to the packing plant w/out backup was dumb though,, doesn't mean he DESERVED the Water Cube but y'know)

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: It's not really mentioned if he does in canon, but I wish he'd been made aware of the fact that Perez was alive,, it bothers me that he might've died not knowing she was okay. The other thing is that I wish he'd survived V!!! I think it would've been WAY more narratively satisfying for him to kinda follow in Tapp's footsteps as a vigilante Jigsaw hunter. (That's why I love yr takes on him so much!!)

Rigg:

How I feel about this character: He has such a big heart. He cares so so much. I wish ppl talked about him more :(

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Gibson!!! And uhh Hoffman, but they're exes,, but! In a scenario I'm kind of going over in my head, maaaybe Adam... the basics though is that he searches the Nerve Gas House independently and somehow finds the Bathroom following II, and He is the one to rescue Adam. Very tentative abt that one though bc I'm still working it out lol. (Possibly Eric/Adam/Rigg???)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Eric!!! His best friend <3 I think he's also pretty close with Kerry, though I think he hangs out w her independent of Eric given,, the messy ex situation. I think he probably got along well with Fisk too!! OH and I think he and Sing would've been good friends as well. The chaos of a Rigg/Gibson/Sing friend trio...

My unpopular opinion about this character: Mmm I don't know that I have one? Other than maybe like. I understood why he went through the door. He knew Eric was on the other side; he just didn't know the circumstances or what would happen if he went through. All he knew was that he was that much closer to someone he's been trying to find/rescue for MONTHS + someone he cares for deeply. Of COURSE he went through. He breaks my heart ugh,,,

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I wish he hadn't even been tested!!!! His one flaw was that he cared about ppl and somehow John saw that as something he needed to fix!!! Like yes I do agree that it was eating away at him and the obsession might've been unhealthy, but that's two of his closest friends dude!! I don't think he deserved to be tested for that. I don't. He just wanted to help ppl and keep them safe. I absolutely despise how Rigg was treated dkjflkdf!!!!

[dvddggs]

To the Four of Us (Part Sixteen)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.

soundtrack song: Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

full soundtrack: [i’ll post it here once its complete and uploaded to spotify or something!] note: if anyone has recommendations for songs for previous chapters, message me and I’ll dedicate a chapter to you!

words: 2,570

warnings: a lil smuttiness oops and some swears and a little blood ment i guess?? 

a/n: just so you can picture it better, the way alexander would be talking with his mouth wired shut would be like if you try talking while biting down/clenching your teeth ((this was v helpful for me in understanding this injury so there u go)) // not a lot happens buT here u go sinners!! (its not that bad but im preceding the risqué part with an asterisk [*] bc i know some of u are younger and i dont wanna make anyone uncomfortable!)

all chapters: x

tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @angelica-peggy-eliza @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @5p00kygh05t @panda-powers @and-maria @schokoobananaa @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @aphboi @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @aham-threw-his-shot-away @hesitantcat @lafeyettegunsandships

dedication: @l0vedoesntdiscriminate for the soundtrack rec!!

soundtrack song: Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

full soundtrack: x

Alexander. Was. Miserable. His jaw had been wired shut for three days like some kind of monstrous animal and he was already counting down the time left until he was free (only 38 days and 6 hours to go). His father was staying in a hotel near his dorm to make sure he was getting enough food and adjusting to everything alright, despite Alexander’s insistence that he could go back home whenever he wanted.

Alexander also hadn’t been back to school yet because the last thing he wanted was for Thomas to see him like this, so he avoided his lectures and got the notes from acquaintances in each class.

His face still looked like a mangled mess, but it was improving slightly day by day. The first time he looked in the mirror, he had gasped in surprise at his reflection, hardly recognizing himself. He poked his cheek, wondering how in the hell it could possibly have swollen as much as it did. The violent purple that the side of his face had taken on from the bruising made him look like a boxing hero, but that was the only positive to an otherwise completely shitty situation. He’d taken a selfie and sent it to the group chat with the caption:

Alex: I look like Rocky. Y’all wish you were this cool.

As per usual, he did not get the response he’d been hoping for.

Herc: Alex you look like shit.

Laf: hate to say it, but i have to agree with herc on this one. you look like hell.

Alex: it’s not that bad…do you think i look like a hot tough guy, john?

John: …

Alex: fuck all of y’all.

Thankfully the swelling had gone down, meaning his eye had reopened, and the bruising had started to fade so now his face was just tinged a weird greenish-yellow.

Along with George, John had visited Alexander in the hospital every day, where he was stuck for “observational purposes” until he learned to live without use of his jaw. Hercules and Lafayette had visited twice, bringing soup that the two of them had made on the second day.

They strolled into the hospital room with four steaming containers and found John playing with the controls on Alexander’s hospital bed while Alexander worked on an essay. George stood staring out the window, speaking quietly on the phone about work.

“Hey y’all,” John said, to which Hercules raised an eyebrow. “Sorry…Lex’s dad is causing me to talk southern.”
 Lafayette snickered as Alexander beamed happily. For reasons that John didn’t understand, Alexander melted under the influence of his slight South Carolinian accent.

“We made tomato soup,” Lafayette yelled, ignoring George’s phone call.

“I made tomato soup. Laf drank a bottle of wine,” Hercules said, glancing apologetically at Alexander’s father.

“We only brought four bowls though,” Lafayette continued loudly. “Didn’t realize your dad was still here.”

“He can have mine,” Hercules said quickly, still mildly frightened of Alexander’s father.

Laughing, Alexander stuck his hands out, eager to ingest something other than the hospital's chicken noodle (of which he could only suck the broth through a straw, meaning he got no chicken and no noodles).

“How are you going to eat that?” John asked, taking a bowl for himself and passing one to Alexander. Hercules put down one of the four spoons he brought, looking slightly crestfallen. He hadn’t thought of that.

“A straw,” Alexander said bitterly. “It’s disgusting.”

John nodded in agreement as Alexander scowlingly swapped the straw from his cup of water to his bowl of soup. Lafayette started laughing as he sipped it, forcing George into the quiet hallway and earning Laf a punch on the arm from Hercules.

“So,” Alexander said, changing the subject before a fight erupted between Nervous Hercules and Wine Drunk Lafayette. “How’s school?”

Hercules shrugged before plopping down on the edge of the bed. “Ya know…school’s school. Turns out I bombed my bio midterm so I think it’s safe to say that I’m not going to be following a career in science.”

Lafayette glanced between Alexander and John; it was clear that he had no interest in what Hercules was saying.

“Okay,” he said. “It’s obvious as fuck that we are not here to talk about school. Has Thomas noticed you’re gone yet? Or is he just that much of an asshole?”

“He texted me last night,” Alexander mumbled, avoiding eye-contact with John.

“What?!” John yelled. “Why didn't you tell me, Lex?? If I’d known I could have PUMMELLED the guy.”

John stood up and punched the air angrily, making Lafayette laugh again.

“What did he say?” Hercules asked. His curiosity had gotten the better of him.

Alexander took his phone off of his nightstand, unlocked it, and handed it to John, who was quickly surrounded by Hercules and Lafayette.

He watched them read the conversation, only interrupted once by Lafayette who pointed at the screen and muttered, “What does ‘obsolete’ mean?” and Hercules’s answer, “It means ‘over as fuck.’”

Thomas: I’m sorry. —T

Alex: ok.

Thomas: Alex…can we please talk about what happened? —T

Alex: Honestly, Thomas, no. Fuck off. Don’t text me anymore.

Thomas: Are you at least okay?

Alex: YOU BROKE MY FUCKING JAW

Thomas: …holy shit

Thomas: Are you fucking serious?



Thomas: Alexander, I am so SO sorry

Thomas: I was really drunk…I don’t know…I thought I was fine with it. Then I saw john and the…marks on your neck. and I guess I just lost it for a second

Thomas: I mean, there’s no excuse for what I did…i’m so, so sorry.

Thomas: Is there anything I can do?

Thomas: Alexander…please say something.

Alex: Okay, fine. Here it is. I’m fucking done with this. YOU broke up with ME. I know what I did was wrong, okay? I fucking get it. I get why you dumped me, and it hurt, but I understand it. BUT after that, you don’t get to decide what I can and cannot do. After we broke up, I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, whether you liked it or not, because YOU made the decision that we were done. I get that it probably wasn’t the best way to find out, but jesus, Thomas, get a fucking grip. Our relationship was obsolete by the party, AND I apologized to you, in response to which you admitted that you probably overreacted. Which, considering we’d only been dating for a month, is kind of true if I’m being honest. So, don't text me anymore. I’m so fucking done.

Thomas: I hope your jaw is okay. I’m really sorry that things ended this way. Goodbye, Alexander.

“Whoa,” Hercules said.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this,” John exclaimed, handing Alexander his phone back. “You absolutely dragged the guy.”

Alexander shrugged and sipped at his soup, a slight smile on his face. Even though it wasn’t positive, he felt like he finally had closure with Thomas. He hoped that things would finally calm down a little bit.

“So when are you going to get out of here?” Lafayette asked.

“I think tonight,” Alexander replied as his father stepped back into the room.

“Yep,” said George, tucking his phone into his pocket. “The doctor is going to teach you how to keep that mouth clean—especially because of the cracked tooth—and then they’re going to discharge you tonight.”

Alexander’s friends beamed at him.

“By the way,” George continued, eyeing John. “I’m pretty sure that one of the key aspects of keeping clean is going to be no kissing.”

John whipped around to look at Alexander with mortified, wide eyes, which made Alexander burst into laughter. At the sudden movement, however, he felt the wires binding his teeth together rip at the inside of his cheeks as the taste of blood burst onto his tongue.

“Shit,” he mumbled, spitting blood into the crumpled up napkin beside his bed. Lafayette mimed throwing up and John made a face, while Hercules passed him a fresh glass of water.

“Oh,” he said, turning to George. “Would you like some soup, sir? I made it for Alexander.”
 “That’s really nice of you, son, but I’m going to have to pass for now. Alex, if it’s okay with you I’m going to head back to the hotel. They’re having a meeting and want to FaceTime me in so I don’t miss it. I’ll be back tonight to say goodbye before I head to the airport, okay?”

Alexander nodded, gripping his cheek in pain. George kissed the top of his hair—which hadn’t been washed in too long—and waved goodbye to his friends as he threw on his coat and headed out.

Hercules sighed in relief as soon as the door shut and popped the lid off the last bowl of soup. “Thank god,” he said. “I’m starving.”

“Herc,” Alexander laughed. “My dad isn’t scary!”

John wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you kidding me?” he said. “Did you see the look on his face when he said ‘no kissing’? He practically knifed me with his eyes!”

Lafayette, still tipsy, doubled over with laughter as his friends stared at him, amused. The four of them hung out for around another hour, talking about school and nothing else particularly important just to keep Alexander company while he worked on his paper.

“Okay, I’m gonna get this one home before he wakes up the entire hospital,” Hercules said, grabbing Laf’s wrist and guiding him to the door. “Are you coming, John?”

“Nah, I think I’ll stay here for a bit. I’ll just bus home later.”

“Thanks for the soup, Herc…and Laf,” Alexander said smiling.

Hercules nodded in response as he left, Lafayette still cackling as he trailed behind.

“He’s fucking nuts,” John mused, giggling.

Alexander nodded and grabbed John’s hand, which was sitting on Alexander’s thigh. “Are you scared of my dad?”

“Um, kinda, yeah. Lex, have you seen the guy? He’s huge. Like, huge. He takes no shit, I can tell.”

Alexander raised his eyebrows, smiling. “Then don’t dole out any shit.”

John shrugged at the argument—fair enough. His smile quickly turned to a pout as he stared at Alexander’s lips. “I wanna kiss you. As soon as he said we couldn’t kiss, all I wanted to do was kiss you.”

“You’re quite the advocate for wanting what you can’t have, aren’t you?” Alexander asked, referencing himself.

“But so far, I’m also pretty good at getting what I can't have,” John murmured, leaning in closer.

“John,” Alexander warned.

“Stop me if it hurts,” John whispered before he gently brought their lips together.

Alexander kissed him hungrily, not minding the low-grade pain he felt in the background. In fact, he almost liked it. He knew that his father would be back soon, using Alexander as an excuse to leave the meeting, which only made him want more of this faster.

John climbed up on the bed and pulled the sheets aside, straddling Alexander in his sweatpants and hospital gown.

“You okay?” he asked quietly. As hot as it would be to make out—or more—in a hospital room, Alexander did have a broken jaw. When Alex nodded, John smiled, biting his lip, and bent down to kiss Alexander’s neck. John could feel him suppressing a moan so he nipped at his ear, hoping that he’d vocalize it.

He did.

“Shh,” John said. He hopped off Alexander and pulled the curtain around the bed so that no one would see them immediately if they entered the room.

When he climbed back on the bed, he could feel Alexander grind his hips against John’s, craving friction. John raised an eyebrow in aroused amusement.

“Eager tonight, are we?”

Alexander squirmed, moaning through his teeth.

“We were supposed to fuck after the party the other night, remember?”

“But you went and got punched in the face,” John said solemnly, moving his hips downward to meet with Alex’s.

“Yeah,” Alexander said as his eyes grew lustful. “You owe me.”

* - sinning starts here - *

He could feel John grow hard through his jeans, which made his eyes darken and his stomach tighten in anticipation. He was readily willing to ignore the wires around his teeth just so he could make out with John, craving the contact of their lips and their tongues together. Every time they touched it was like sparks crackled between them.

“Fuck,” John breathed as he reached up Alexander’s hospital gown to rest his hands on his chest. “You should take this off.”

Alexander pulled the tie and let it slip off his shoulders, tossing it behind him and onto the plastic headboard. John grinned, planting kisses down Alexander’s chest.

“John, he moaned.

“Shh,” John repeated through a smirk. “Save the talking.”

Alexander nodded, throwing his head back in pleasure as John travelled down towards his stomach and to the hem of his sweatpants. He stopped, glancing up at Alexander with a smirk on his face, chin resting on his hipbone.

“Pl—” Alexander was cut off by John, who clapped his hand over his mouth.

“I said,” John growled, “don’t talk.”

Alexander squeezed his lips together, and ran his fingers through John’s hair as John worked his way back downward. He licked his lips and looked up at Alexander, waiting to see if he could continue. When Alexander nodded, John made quick work of pulling his sweatpants off and tossing them aside, leaving Alexander lying in his boxers, absolutely desperate for contact. He kept his mouth shut as John teased him, kissing his inner thighs and running his tongue slowly along the line of his underwear. Alexander whined loudly and circled his hips, hoping he could redirect John’s attention to a better spot than his stomach, but this only made John chuckle and shake his head slowly. He was testing Alexander’s patience.

Alexander almost screamed in relief as John’s hand made contact with him through his boxers. He didn’t care about not talking anymore as he breathed out a few choice swear words, which even made John moan quietly.

* - ur safe u made it - *

Just as John began to pull at Alexander’s waistband to tug it downward, the door creaked open, making Alexander gasp and John recoil frantically.

“Alex, did you fall asleep?” came his father’s voice through the curtain. John’s eyes flung open wide as he threw Alexander his sweats and jumped off the bed, attempting to smooth down his dishevelled hair.

“Fuck,” John mouthed as Alexander tripped pulling on his pants.

“Alex?” George repeated at the sound of his knee colliding with the floor. “I’m coming in.”

Alexander shrugged—there was nothing they could do—as his father pulled the curtain aside.

George sighed at the scene in front of him. Alexander’s hair was matted to the back of his head, his face was bright red, and he was shirtless. John’s hair was frantically messy, Alexander having tousled and tugged it into oblivion only seconds earlier, and he was staring at the ground, also bright red. He folded his hands together behind his back and avoided eye contact with George. As they stared straight ahead, they could see the hospital gown slide off the bed and onto the floor with a soft thump.

George stared at the boys for half a second before throwing his hands in the air and walking back out the door.

Behind him, he called, “Really? In the hospital?”