#but he wanted to live. by the end adam stanheight wanted to live

[veras1ne]

✰࿐ ˊˎ- “BITE ME.”

Hi Doves!! This is my first fic from the Saw franchise!

I’m really excited for the months following as I’ll be posting more frequently and have a lot more lined up!! I hope you all enjoy this fic!

🫧Pairing: Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Fem!Apprentice!Reader

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS🦢: I am NOT responsible for the media you read and consume! Your warnings are the following: Kidnapping, Stalking, Taking pictures without consent, Sex, PIV, Blowjobs, Pervert Behavior by Adam and Reader.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Summary 🕊️: Adam believed his life would be over, but it turned out a certain apprentice had a different idea in mind. Now he has to follow a new set of rules

The scraping of metal tinged in your ear as you hauled the heavy contraption down the grimy hallway. You just nearly felt the vibrations through the tile flooring beneath your feet.

Adam’s eyes were droopy and his body frail and tired, yet his mind was widely awake. He couldn’t remember where he was last; he recalled picking at the skin of his shoulder that once was flushed with dried blood and the means for infection, courtesy of Dr. Lawrence Gordon’s gunshot that still rang in his ears weeks later. He hadn’t expected Lawrence to come back for him; in fact, he truly believed that he would die in that room, only surrounded by white tile and shit stains on the walls. His ankle was covered in blood and blistered skin. The friction of the chains caused his skin to burn and ache, leading his voice to scream and call out to anyone who was listening. His last wish was for someone to hear him, but he didn’t ever expect to truly be out of this nightmare. He wasn’t aware someone was coming for him, stalking him and preying on him.

But you did.

You pulled open the door to the room, and it screeched like nails on a chalkboard against the concrete wall. Adam’s blurry mind at the loud noise Other than his own desperate screaming and beckoning, he hadn’t heard any relevant sounds to aid him in his escape in days.

There was no sound to indicate another life. Lawrence had abandoned him; Jigsaw was nowhere to be seen, and all that was left was the burning ache of his wailing and the sound of the security cameras buzzing.But none of those things are registered in Adam’s mind now. His eyes were wide and fearful. The sight of an unknown face—someone who looked like them—was enough to make him startle and panic. His mouth was gagged, and his neck was embellished with a metal collar. On the inside of the collar were several rows of nails, and the tips of the needles were each plucked and perfectly arranged to suffocate him and create panic. Connected to his collar was a chain padlocked into the wall.

He was just barely being suffocated by the claustrophobic heat of the room and the relentless tugging of the chains that bound him to his collar. The air that entered his nostrils was thick and stale and tasted sourly of iron.

Sweat poured from his forehead onto his already sweaty hairline. It pooled at the small of his back. He began to quiver once he realized that whoever came into this room had no intention of leaving it anytime soon. “Hello Adam. I want to play a game.” Your voice echoed throughout the chamber-like walls. “You’d consider yourself a photographer, wouldn’t you, Adam? I sure would.” You stepped further towards him and shoved a box of photos in his lap, the box containing pictures of yourself in excessively vulnerable situations, like finding yourself in the hallway of different hook-up apartments or in your own home, some even depicting yourself getting undressed in the shower. “You’ve spent your life following others, but you’ve chosen the wrong person to follow, Adam.” You took another step towards him, reaching your hand out and pressing it against his face, caressing the side of his cheek. “You probably thought you could live your life without consequence for your actions, but you’re wrong. Just like how one wrong move could be the end of your life, so follow my rules and play nice, sweetheart." You smiled a thin smile filled with malice and lust.

A grin so fake that it was more than believable, if a bit unsettling. You grabbed his collar and yanked him upwards, the metal biting deep into his flesh, untying his makeshift gag and throwing the fabric onto the ground. His swollen cheeks and puffy eyes only made your lust for him grow so much stronger. “What do you want from me?” His voice was hoarse but whiny and strong with misery. “What’s wrong? You wanted to see me so badly before, and now that you can, you don’t like it? You should be grateful. John wanted to leave you there to starve; Mandy wanted to put you out of your misery, but not me. I wanted to meet you face-to-face." He let out a small breath as your hands slipped over his bare shoulders, down his chest, and back to his arms, squeezing them as you reached them, his muscles flexing under your hands. “I guess you’ll finally get to see everything in live motion, and not just from one of your silly pictures.” You moved your lips closer to his ear. His breathing hitched as he looked at you with glossed-over eyes, and his pupils dilated to slits as he stared at you. “Tell me what else you think is wrong, Adam. Tell me how you feel about being here. Tell me how you really are." As you whispered in his ear, you squeezed your fingers harder onto his upper arm.

You watched him squirm and whimper. “Oh fuck, man.” His hands found their way to your hips. “What did you do with those photos of me, Adam? Did you think about me at night?” You gave him a sly smile as you toyed with the lock on his collar. “Do you want me to take off my shirt? Do you want me to lay it across the chair so you can touch me? What kind of fantasy do you have of me, baby?” You leaned forward so that your chest pressed firmly into his.

Your lower leg rested against his crotch, pressing down and giving him his strongly desired relief. “Do you want me, Adam?” Your hand brushed his hair back; it was greasy and had dried blood and sweat in between strands, but at that point in time, nothing else mattered; only he did. "Shit, you’re fucking crazy, dude.” Your face snapped at his response, changing from pleasure to anger. “I would watch your attitude if you want to get out of here alive. Remember my rules, Adam; play nicely.” You tugged on the chain binding him, drawing a few beads of blood out of his neck. “Bite me.” He spat at you, his words stinging on your lips as you captured his in an angry, heated kiss.

He sucked your tongue into his mouth while you moaned into it; your lips parted slightly as you explored your tongue with his, and your hands were wandering his body. They slid up his chest to his shoulders, then his neck, then his jawline, until they tangled in his dirty locks. He pulled you closer until you were completely wrapped around him, grinding your hips into his groin as minutes felt like hours with your lips interlocked. “Fuck, I fucking knew you were perfect, so pretty.” He cried out against your lips, his hands gripping your waist tightly and pulling your hips down against him.

You both moaned when you felt his erection rubbing against your clitoral area through your trousers and underwear, his cock hardening even more against you. Your hips slid against his jeans as you sat on the floor, tucking your knees under your thighs. Cold hands slid across his jeans, unbuckling his belt and sliding off his blue trousers, hooking his underwear, and pulling them down.

You opened your mouth slowly, sliding your bottom lip along the tip of his erect penis. Your tongue danced delicately, sucking him off gently and softly. His head hung low as he groaned against your mouth.

His arms encircled your waist, keeping you pressed into his warm, hard body. “Are you enjoying yourself, Adam?” you asked quietly, licking away the last remnants of cum. He nodded quickly, turning his face away so he didn’t have to look you in the eyes. He couldn’t hold your stare and instead opted for staring at the ceiling, his arms still tight around your waist. He shivered as you continued sucking on his cock. “Yes, yes. That feels so good.” He gasped as your lips closed around the head, taking his full shaft into your desperate throat. He buckled his knees, his hips rocking into you roughly as you swallowed him down, moaning lightly as your nails dug deeply into his skin, nearly breaking it and almost bruising them as he tried desperately not to cum too early.

He clenched his fists, digging his own nails harshly into the skin of your shoulders as he guided your head up and down his hard cock. You licked the length of the base of it until it was throbbing painfully.

You took him to the back of your throat, holding him in place as you drank him down slowly. “Oh shit…” He breathed out as his body trembled, his eyes wild, and he panicked with desire, feeling his own orgasm rising in his abdomen. You pulled his cock out of his mouth, much to his displeasure and anger.

His whimpers made your hole clench around the emptyness that you so desired to be filled. “If I unchained you right now, would you scream and run? You remember the rules, right? Let’s see if you’ll still play by them once you’ve gotten your freedom. Get on your knees.”

His face was distorted in confusion, not quite understanding what for. "Look, man, I’m not into that sort of thing." He shook his head and looked at you in fear, sitting down on the cold floor anyway. “I’m taking your collar off, not pegging you with a knife.” The keys from your pocket jingled as you unlocked them, the heavy metal contraption falling to the floor. He removed his white shirt that was covered in dried blood, his pale body glistening with sweat and grime that covered every inch of his smooth chest. You placed the collar on the table next to you as you pulled him to the chair nearby. “Are you sure that this is what you want, Adam?” Your expression showed genuine concern.

Even though it was true you had locked him up in this room and kept him as your personal hostage only to give him a sloppy head, you still had a heart, and you were determined to give it to him in its entirety. “Put that pretty pussy right on my cock, please.” You smiled at him as you pushed your black pants and panties down to the floor, straddling his muscular thighs and kissing his neck.

His body twitched as you slid down his shaft, bottoming out as your pussy stretched around his dick, gushing around his flesh. “Shit, Adam.” You sighed, loving the heat of his body in the cold room, the wet warmth against your insides, and the way your juices trickled down the shaft of his dick and dripped in soft puddles onto the floor. You began moving up and down his cock with slow, steady strokes, adjusting your puckering hole to his shaft. Your legs started shaking as he lifted himself up, thrusting into you deep, your nipples pebbling, and your core tightening as your body began to move in rhythm to his movements.

His face flushed red, his eyes became glassy, his head thrown back, and his mouth opened in pleasure. His hands gripped your waist tighter, taking full control of your body movements as they related to your wet heat. His hands ran up and down your hips, his fingers sliding up and down your waist, causing you to tighten and pull harder on his shaft. He groaned loudly, his cock hitting all of your sweet spots as he pumped into you.

You were panting, your eyes closing as you focused on the way your walls tightened around his cock. “Did you ever touch yourself with those pictures of me, Adam? Did you imagine what it would be like to fuck me?" He bit his lower lip as he began to growl against your shoulder, releasing his grip on your waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. “F-fuck, every night. I wanted to know what your tight pussy would feel like around my cock.” He ground against your pussyrelentlessly until your whole body started shaking. “I knew you were a disgusting little pervert." You were so close, and his confession only drew you closer.

You could feel your juices dripping into your pussy as he continued to pump into you, pushing you further and further toward your release. You arched your back, reaching your hands behind you to grab onto something to help hold on to as you came. You screamed his name as you came hard, your pussy clenching around his thick cock, still chasing his orgasm as he pound into you, overstimulating your sore nerves.

His body tensed, his muscles trembling violently as he spilled his seed inside you, filling you to the brim. His arms wrapped themselves around your back as he held you close. “That felt so good. So fucking amazing.” His voice shook as he spoke against your neck. You turned so that your faces were level, and his arms were still wrapped around you. You kissed him tenderly, your lips lingering on his, before you pulled away. “Congratulations, Adam. You’ve won your game. You have been reborn.” He smiled and wet his lips. “So was that, like, a reverse rebirth kind of thing?” Your face turned from joy to bewilderment, and it only took one sentence from an idiot. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

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[illusory-scripted]

people don't talk about adam killing himself at the end of saw (2004). because that's what he did at the end of the movie. he killed himself.

adam was put into a trap because his life had no depth or meaning- he had no true life of his own, he was a failure, ect. he was going to die because his life had no meaning anyway, and all he had to do to survive was to prove his worth to someone. he could make it out of there. all he had to do was to want to live. and he failed.

lawrence shot him, sure, but it didnt kill him. no. he was almost free. he was almost going to live. but adam made a choice. he killed zepp. he bashed that poor mans head in and kept bashing. he was dead a handful of strikes in, but adam kept going until there was grey matter on his knuckles. he kept going.

when he begs lawrence to save his life, adam faulkner stanheight knows he is not going to make it out. lawrence pulls himself out of the bathroom and is never seen again. only one of them was ever meant to exit. only one of their saws was usable, anyways. adam understood that. he was meant to die, and zepp came in prepared to shoot lawrence for failing. now, adam wasn't smart in school, obvious enough for him to have given up his dreams of being a veterinarian before he even graduated highschool. you'd find nobody in adams personal life who would say adam was of any particular intelligence- they'd only have a handful of words anyways. however, in the dark places, in dark alleyways and perched on balconies, he was smart. he understood people, damn it, he studied them. he wasn't good at reading words, but people were easier.

zepp was his key to freedom, and in that moment, adam chose to die for something. he chose who would win this game and even when adam was dying in the dark, you'd find adam didn't regret a damn thing.

adam killed himself at the end of saw (2004). it was a slow suicide.

#suicide mention #tw suicide #saw #sawposting #saw 2004 #saw franchise #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #chainshipping

[alessiathepirate]

Saw (2004)

A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP: Adam Faulkner Stanheight x fem!reader

Summary: Adam fell asleep in the darkroom again, and it's up to his lover to get him to bed...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Honestly, I've been writing this in my head for days and then I finally had the courage to sit down and write it. Now it's finished so I'm ready to share it with you guys.

To be fair it's just my way of dealing with the ending of the movie that caused my first heartbreak in 2023. I've been living in denial ever since.

This man deserves some fluffy moments so I've written some fluffy moments...

(Also, I'm no photographer so if something isn't correctly written or described: I'm sorry.)

Warnings: swearing, just some cute, tooth rotting fluff (completely ignoring the fact that Saw is a horror movie)

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She hugged herself tightly against the cold air as she walked around the apartment, looking for her lover who wasn't in bed next to her when she woke up. When she found the kitchen empty, she knew she'll find him in the darkroom. It wasn't anything unusual. It happened quite often if she wanted to be honest, but just because it was frequent, it didn't mean that she has to accept it or get used to it. And not because she didn't respect him or his job, but because she liked lying next to him at night and because she wanted him to have a good night's sleep so he won't be tired the next day.

She found the right solution for that pretty soon, which she happily did whenever she had the chance to. Whenever Adam came home after work and she was already at his place, she was right next to him, following him to the darkroom he had set up and helping him develop and print the photographs. She never thought about those moments as extra work - it was never extra work. Those moments were spent together, sometimes with some joking around and laughter. There were times when she almost dropped the tongs with the fresh photos after he tickled her or when he almost pushed the trays off the desk because of the sudden hug she gave him. But then again, most nights were spent with the two of them standing close to the other while sharing the earphones, listening to some music. She thought about those times like short dates - and she really adored them.

They didn't really go smoothly at first, mostly because she didn't know a thing about what she had to do. At first she was only putting the pictures away to dry or carefully putting them in the trays so the print can flow around in the chemicals, while she made sure Adam didn't fall asleep while waiting for the pictures to develop.

Nowadays, however, she could do the whole process alone with her eyes closed. She had seen Adam do it so many times she could do it without his assistance - not like he let her. Neither of them stayed alone in the darkroom for the past few months. Today was the only exception.

She fell asleep while she was waiting for him to come home, and it seemed like he didn't have the heart to wake her up after he arrived. She found the gesture both cute and stupid - she told him many times that she enjoys developing the pictures with him and she'll gladly help anytime.

She didn't bother knocking on the door, knowing he won't answer. He'd either fallen asleep or is currently listening to music, so it's better to just go in and ask him to come to bed. Or rather drag him to bed, because she cares about his health.

Opening the door she met with the sight she was expecting to see. Adam was sitting at the desk with the trays of chemicals, in which the fresh prints were floating. His hands were on the desk and his head was resting on top of them. He was asleep; his chest was slowly raising then lowering, his breathing was slow but steady.

She didn't move for a few seconds. She was just standing in the doorway admiring him and the peace the sight held. Then she pulled her shirt's sleeves up and put the remaining prints up to dry, hoping they weren't in the chemicals for too long. After all of them were hanging from the strings, she looked around to see what Adam was working on. There were pictures of different, to her unknown men and women matching the looks of people on the photos she put away seconds ago. There were couples kissing, hugging or leaving motel rooms - nothing she hasn't seen before in the darkroom.

But then, in the corner closest to her sleeping lover were completely dry pictures of her. She smiled as she looked at them, feeling like she looked in a mirror. He developed these first, the ones he took this morning.

There was one where she was still asleep, her lips slightly apart, her hair messy. Another where she's making coffee for both of them, still in her pajamas, laughing because he insisted on taking another and then another photo.

"You'll use all of your films on me, you need those for something more important." she remembered herself saying.

"Nothing can be more important than you."

God, he could say cheesy things sometimes, but they were working regardless. She was usually smiling with a slight blush and then he was taking another photo hiding a slight blush.

He never hid the pictures about her and them. They were all around the apartment, because as he said they made the shithole of an apartment look like home. And even if he never said it, she saw the photo of herself in his wallet.

She looked at the sleeping figure and then as gently as possible she touched his shoulder.

"Darling..." she said, doing her best to wake him up without startling him. "Baby, you need to wake up, then we can go to bed and lie down."

It only took a few seconds and a few words until his eyes opened. He sat up, straightening his back, while he rubbed his eyes and forehead. His hair was messy, but it became even messier after she ran her fingers through it.

"Come to bed with me, okay?" she answered to his quiet 'what'. "You fell asleep in here again."

The only answer she's gotten was humming, but he got up and gave her a tired hug, hiding his face in her neck, taking in her whole presence.

"What time is it?" he mumbled his question and she had to really listen closely to what he was saying to understand it.

"It's past one. So let's go to sleep, yeah?"

Adam nodded as he mumbled a quiet 'yes'.

She stepped back, getting out of the hug to take a look at him and making sure he's standing steadily on his legs. His eyes were glassy and tired and she was sure they were also red, but she couldn't tell for sure in the red light.

She gently stroked his cheek and then was about to grab his hand and lead him to bed, but as he looked at her he asked:

"Is that my shirt?"

She looked down at herself, looking at the striped shirt she was wearing over her t-shirt because she was cold, then she looked back at her lover with a soft gaze.

"Yes. I might've stolen it after you left this morning."

She felt her heartbeat change at the way his expression lightened up, a small, still sleepy smile slowly forming on his face. She always found it adorable how sometimes the smallest and simplest actions or things made him smile.

A few moments later they were on their way to bed, hand in hand. And after they were both lying in bed under the covers close to the other, she ran her hand through his hair again after she left a kiss on his forehead.

"You should've woken me up. You know I like to help you in the darkroom."

"Didn't want to. You looked adorable."

She didn't know what to say to that so she remained quiet.

"I love you."

"I know, I love you too." she muttered after. Saying I love you back became a reflex to her, because she soon realized that line alone and the taking millions of photos of her thing were both part of his love language. And she found that adorable after she found out the true meaning behind them.

She pressed a kiss to his neck as one of his hands found her waist under the stolen shirt, holding her close. And when a few seconds later Adam's grip on her lost its strength, she knew he fell asleep again, comfortably and peacefully.

She just smiled as she hid her face in his chest, feeling both happy and calm, knowing he is next to her and he'll have a good night's sleep as long as she was in his arms...

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[apprenticestanheight]

Work Stress- Adam Stanheight x gn! reader

ALLLLLLL RIGHT, welcome to the monthly "my mental health is shit" fic that I bestow upon the people whenever my mental health isn't as great as it could be, which--in fairness--is nearly all the fucking time.

Two of these might be coming out this month, though! I have not had the greatest streak of days without anxiety lately and I write fics whenever it gets really bad. The day I finished this one, I was like "I am going to write something. for chainshipping (again)" so a chainshipping fic will probably be out by the end of the week

On some other notes, A: while it's not explicitly stated, the reader is what's traditionally considered midsized as that's what I am and I wanted to write a fic with my body type. As per usual with me, the reader is generally gn but as I know the anatomy best, they're AFAB. B: requests are starting to get looked at! I have one waiting to be finished, edited and posted sitting in my drafts but otherwise will have probably looked through and decided which requests I will do vs which ones I won't by the time this has been posted. Things will probably start coming out at the end of this week and keep coming out into next.

Fic type- this jumps into a lot of differing areas, but the main genres are quite possibly the oddest combination I've ever written--smut and angst.

Warnings- as this fic contains smut it caters to an audience of people 18+, so minors, DO NOT INTERACT. There is A LOT here--p in v, oral (both recieve, even if on Adams end the oral is only mentioned), doggy style, fingering, petplay kind of (I was trying to think of a gender neutral petname and puppy was the only thing my brain could think of at first. It's literally just used as a petname and gets overshadowed by 'baby' after a point bc I remembered that that word existed--I wrote a lot of this while tired, pls take some of the stuff in it with a grain of salt), as for sfw warnings: there's a mention of loss of appetite in relation to extreme stress

It's no secret to Adam that you've been having a very, very rough year.

You've been living together since just a couple weeks after he'd escaped the trap--he was taken from his apartment and found it too anxiety inducing to stay there so you let him move into yours.

You'd been dating since you were twenty one and at twenty six, moving in was bound to happen eventually, but getting out of his lease was taking a hell of a lot more time than Adam had originally anticipated.

He noticed every rough day in the bags that you'd begun to sport underneath your eyes, how late you came to bed and your reluctancy to be very affectionate with him--whenever things got bad, be it at work or with stuff going on in your head, you withdrew and pushed him away--and in the fact that you weren't eating as much, in that you always looked like your mind was somewhere else, wandering off completely.

So, one day near the middle of November--where he'd started to notice your bad days in very early March--he joins you in the kitchen while you speak to one of your bosses via phone call.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, grabs your hand, gives it a squeeze. He wants to cheer you up--you're prone to bad days due to insecurity and because of a long-standing not so great track record where your mental health is concerned--and, in that particular moment, finds himself willing to do anything.

You give your best go at grinning back at him, but it comes out looking like more of a grimace. You let Adams hand go to run a stressed hand through your hair, returning your hand to Adams and letting him interlace your fingers thereafter.

"Yes," you whisper. "I understand that things are always tough in the last quarter, but--" you sigh dejectedly as your boss cuts you off, and Adam presses another kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger for a minute.

"Yes, Earle--but you're not seeing the point here. I'm eligible for the raise because I've kept the teams afloat! The only reason you're not also eligible for the raise is because you took an eight month vacation with PTO that you quite literally stole from other employees, myself included, and just because Monica isn't willing to fire you over that doesn't mean your actions didn't warrant alternative punishments," you lean forward, press a kiss to Adams shoulder. Adams grin widens slightly as he notices that you're visibly relaxing from his touches.

A solid two minutes of shouting pass by on the other end. Adam gives your hand a supportive squeeze whenever Earles voice raises another octave in his shouting, pressing kisses against your temple when you let him pull you into a half hug. He keeps hold of your hand when the position changes, your torso pressing against the counter as Adam stands in front of you.

"Earle--I am eligible for the raise because you took six weeks of PTO from me, which I only get thanks to our companies union," You snap. "Now, because I had to spend so much time doing my fucking job, unlike you, I'm eligible for enough of a raise to make me capable of buying a home by '06, and if you're pissed off at me for that, I genuinely cannot help you any further. I have a boyfriend who I would much rather be talking to over your sorry arse, so I'm going to hang up now and if you call me back, I will ignore it. Have the day you deserve, asshat."

You hang up the phone and sigh, gaze meeting Adams in an instant.

"'M sorry," you whisper, biting your top lip for a few seconds as you look at him. "Work has been a fuckin' mess since like, the end of February. I just--damn it all."

"Eh, Earle sounds like a dickhead," Adam laughs. "How does one even get away with--eight full months? Of PTO? How?"

"Per the union agreement we have, we get six weeks a year," you start. "It's why I'm always off in December--I like staying home when it gets cold, gives me an excuse to read and drink more tea than I should--but we've moved to digitizing off time recently. Took the six weeks I'd planned to pace between the end of this month and all of next and switched them up for himself. Did that with five other employees and still, Monica doesn't fire him. Just makes me eligible for a raise of fifteen dollars on company dime because the off time I lost out on forced me to do more while I was there. Our company has one hundred and eighty-six employees in the Jersey branch and a bunch of 'em like taking spaces in the last six months of the year off, so it was me managing two teams of eighty people. Not easy work at all."

Adam blinks. "Did Monica even offer to give you the PTO back?"

"She gave me hers," you shrug. "Earle can have a lot of fuckin' fun managing one hundred and sixty people by himself. I'll find out if I get the raise tomorrow morning and my PTO will kick in then, too. He can eat shit as far as I'm concerned, I have a long list of books and two boxes of my favorite tea to drink my way through as of tomorrow."

You let Adam lead you into your shared bedroom, humming as you lay down on your bed and close your eyes.

"Are you okay?" Adam asks.

"Been a very, very stressful eight months," you laugh. "Trying to think of what I need and only one thing continually comes to mind."

"What's that?" You can hear the eagerness behind the teasing tone in Adams voice.

"I need--uh--" You laugh, suddenly feeling a little awkward. Propositioning Adam for sex was not typically done with words but kisses and your hands on his chest, relishing in the way that he looked when he lead you to your bedroom and fucked you senseless.

"Go on, baby," Adam whispers, his lips suddenly near your ear. "Gonna say it?"

You hum, suddenly embarrassed at yourself, and Adam laughs.

"Use your words, puppy," He whispers, pressing a kiss against your earlobe. "How am I supposed to know what you want me to do if you don't use your words?"

You moan helplessly in response.

"You really are cute," Adam says. "Tough while at work, one phone call later and now you're helpless that you can't even speak. Can't even say one word."

"Adam," you breathe, both because it's the one word that's coming to mind and also because you know he loves the way you say his name when all you want is for him to fuck you.

"Good puppy," Adam presses a kiss to your cheek. "Tell me what you want me to do, mm? I'll do whatever you want, but if you want me to fuck you, know that you'll be in bed for a long time once we go to sleep. You're going to come a lot tonight, puppy. You deserve it."

You moan in response. "Please," you whisper.

"You want me to fuck you, puppy?"

"Yeah," you nod. "Adam--I need you to. Don't wanna think anymore. In eight months, I've thought enough for eight lifetimes. Fuck me senseless, please."

"Whatever you want," Adam says, pulling you into a long kiss that has your head spinning.

You spend the next few minutes like that, in a kiss that's so intense, so loving and so fucking good that you wonder how you've been able to go so long being fine with quick kisses and self gratification.

The first kiss reminds you of how amazing it is to be kissed by Adam whenever the more dominant side of him comes out for a bit of fun, the way that his hands anchor themselves on your hips before one slides up your torso to cup your face, the sureness of his tongue in your mouth--everything feels amazing, and it's almost like it's too good to be true.

And then Adam pulls away for air and your eyes are opening and his lips are against your clothed shoulder, breathing in deeply with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry we've not been--well--" you start. Adam tilts your chin upward and presses a kiss on the underside of your jaw. "I've been a terrible--"

"I've missed this, sure," Adam says, pressing another kiss against the underside of your jaw. "Yeah. Of course I've missed it, Y/N, but I absolutely understand that you've been busy. Work has kept me busy, too, so I'm just glad we can have tonight. I've missed you so much and I just wanna make you forget about how shitty the past months have been. Wanna make sure the only word you remember how to stay is my name, and that's what I'm going to do tonight, puppy. Sounds good?"

You nod eagerly, which makes Adam laugh as the hand that's on your hip gives it a squeeze.

Your gaze becomes affixed to a random point on the ceiling as Adams kisses rove across the scope of your neck, one hand on your jaw to move your head whenever he wants better access.

After a point, you start to realize that his kisses are getting longer and not too long thereafter you realize that Adam is carefully laying hickeys over your neck and is taking his time with doing it.

You want to murmur a quip, do something to jab at the possessiveness hickeys usually carry, but right as you go to do so his lips and tongue find a home on the pulse point on the right side of your neck and all you can do is moan softly, one hand finding his hair.

"Adam," you whisper. "Fucking hell, Adam--you're going to drive me insane. Please don't stop."

You hear Adams laugh, slow, amused, a little sadistic. "Well, if I'm the one who drives you to insanity, I think that means I'm the one who has to pull you out of it, doesn't it, puppy?"

With the use of that one, silly nickname, you're reduced to what is basically a human shaped puddle, and Adam knows it. Whenever he calls you his puppy in a slightly dominant tone, your knees are at risk of giving out and the look you give him is tantamount to torture if he intends to tease you until you're begging.

"Mhm," you hum, moaning as Adams lips press in a peck against your pulse point. "Also means the same if you put me into subspace with all this foreplay, Adam."

Adam grins, and you let him tilt your chin so that your head turns to meet his gaze.

"Of course," he says. "I'm basically an aftercare god, despite the fact that Scott dunked on me for it while believing a cigarette afterwards is anything less than the bare minimum--I'll take good care of you once the session is done, puppy. I promise."

Your shoulders relax at the reassurance, and you grin as Adams lips press against your forehead.

You nod after a second. "Okay," you say. "I--thank you, for this. Pre-emptively."

Deep enough into subspace and you'll borderline on mute, only able to focus on how Adams ministrations feel. You have no doubt he intends to take you there tonight, so you feel the need to thank him before you slink that far in and have to wait for it to wear off to speak a coherent sentence to him again.

"We both need it, so it's my pleasure," Adam says, starting to undo the buttons of the black long sleeved button up you'd worn to work and had yet to take off that day. "And yours--it's both of us. I promise I'll start getting more dominant in a sec, these buttons hate me."

You laugh a little, helping him undo the rest of the buttons. "They're square. They hate everybody, me included. Getting this shirt on was a nightmare this morning and I've been reminded as to why I never wear the damn thing."

Adam uses the small of your back to guide you off the bed just enough to be able to completely take the shirt off, following it by the oddly quick--Adam is very, very good at undoing the pesky little hooks that hold bras together, oddly--removal of your bra.

His lips are on yours again, one hand on your bare hip while the other finds itself cupping your face, tongue gliding across your lip in asking for entrance which you grant as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

Kissing Adam in moments like that is always amazing--kissing him has been one of your favorite things since your romance started, even quick and chaste kisses that don't last more than a few seconds. Kissing Adam has never ceased to be an absolute delight, whether it led to sex or was used as an alternative form of "hello" "goodbye" "good night" or "good morning."

And then his lips start traversing down your neck once more, and then they go further.

Adam starts draping kiss after kiss across your torso, lips pressing against you in a way that allows his tongue to poke through his teeth as he kisses you with his mouth slightly open. Every single touch of his cold tongue against your warm skin makes you clench around nothing, quickens your heart rate and feels so impossibly delightful. Adam is kissing you in a way that damn near drives you insane, and you feel yourself sinking into how good his lips and tongue feel against you as he delivers praise between kisses.

"Such a good puppy for me, mm?" Adam murmurs when he's close to your belly button. "Taking all of this so well even though you probably just want me inside you already. Such a good cumdump for me, puppy. Perfect."

You hum in response, eyes drifting down to meet his gaze as he looks up at you. He smiles, briefly, before continuing with his kisses, letting himself spend a lot of time on your hips before his kisses rove across your stomach.

He kisses along your v-line slowly and in a way that makes you want to start begging, hands roving up from your hips to your biceps.

He glances at you for a second in the asking, waiting for you to nod. You do so and Adams hands move to your pants, taking them off along with your underwear before laughing at himself.

"I've got you here, lookin' fucking perfect," he says, kissing your bicep. "And yet I'm still clothed."

Your hands go to the hem of his shirt and he lets you pull it off, kissing the side of your shoulder as he watches you toss it near the laundry hamper in the far left corner of the room. Next come his pants and his boxers, which Adam takes off in a manner that's somehow effortless despite his continued kisses to your biceps throughout the process.

"I forget how much I love your arms until I'm kissing your biceps again," Adam says, laughing a little. "Fuck, baby. Your arms are fucking gorgeous."

You hum, pressing your head into the pillow behind you as Adams kisses start up again and his hands start wandering. One settles against your face, cupping it softly, and the other goes wandering delightfully down your torso, not stopping until his fingers are millimeters above your clit.

He pauses, gaze meeting yours in a way that feels almost a little sadistic.

"Gonna make you come so many times tonight, baby," he says. "Safe word?"

"Hibiscus," you whisper. It's a precaution for when you get really kinky, a word you came up with but, five years into your relationship, have yet to actually use.

Adams lips press against the center of your collarbone, "good puppy," he whispers against the skin.

His fingers start making slow, tantalizing circles around your clit, and his kisses continue, roving down your torso and staying in the general area of your hips and stomach.

A few minutes pass you by, and right when Adam has picked up the speed and is bringing you to the edge of an orgasm, he stops.

When he notices the disappointment in the way your head falls back onto the pillow, he wastes no time in licking his fingers clean of the wetness spread across them.

"Didn't think I'd let you come so soon, did you, puppy?" Adam moves up, lips near your ear. "I did say I'd make you come multiple times tonight, but I said nothing of letting you do so without a little edging first. Gonna edge you until the sun goes down, at least, and then make you cum until at least one or two in the morning. Gonna call in sick tomorrow, too, so that I'm not worrying about waking up and going into work."

"How much more time until the sunset?" You ask. It's four--the sunset can't really be so far off, can it?

"An hour," Adam says. "But--to be fair, a lot more can be done in an hour than one might think. Also--eight hours between five and one am. Assuming that the session exhausts you, you'll probably wake up close to noon tomorrow, but there's snow in the forecast and I'll probably make you a cup of tea if I wake up before you do."

You hum. "Thank you, Adam," you whisper. He kisses you deeply, and you can still taste yourself on his tongue.

"Don't thank me," he says when he's pulled away. "It's what good partners do, especially when I'll have practically rearranged your guts and it'll be a reward for doing good anyway."

You laugh. Adam presses a kiss to your forehead as his hands once again ground themselves on your hips and yours find his shoulders, holding him close.

"I love you, baby," he says. "Sorry that work has been shit."

"I love you too," you respond. "And--that's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself for mistakes that aren't yours, Adam. Please, just kiss me. Wanna forget about work and stupid fucking Earle--just wanna think about how good it feels to be touched and kissed by you. Please."

Adams lips press against your forehead again, his hands cupping your face.

"Gonna make sure you do," he says. His lips move to your biceps again, and you shudder an intake of breath as he leaves a hickey in the wake of one of his kisses.

You have a thought to call him a hickey fiend but don't--the risk of joking with him when Adam is in dom mode is not worth the reward even slightly.

His kisses trail down your face to your neck, and from your neck to your chest. You moan a little when his lips find your nipples, biting gently as his hands give your hips a contented squeeze.

Your head falls back onto the pillow beneath it, and you smile slightly as you hear Adams contented hum as he kisses along your chest from one nipple to the other.

The next several minutes are spent in pretty much the same state. Adam kisses your chest and neck with an open mouth, tongue all too eager to leave a trail of saliva behind his kisses. He's mostly quiet as he goes about it, but every time he does something to make you moan his hands squeeze your hips in acknowledgement.

And then his lips move to your stomach, spending an absurd amount of time leaving hickeys in the less obvious places. He spends more time on your hips which tells you you'll have dark hickeys to look forward to once you have the time to investigate the state of your body in a mirror, but he's not always the dominant one when you two are having sex--you'll find your moment where he's in a particularly submissive mood and douse his body with light-ish hickeys in some very obvious spots.

His lips move down to your thighs, and his gaze meets yours.

"You're feeling all right?" He asks, lips pressing gloriously against the top of your right thigh. "Need you to make space for me, puppy. Haven't paid your thighs attention in so fucking long--'nother minute of waiting and I will go insane."

You laugh as you spread your legs and Adam positions himself in between them, lips moving across your thighs as his arms slip under them and his hands find your hips.

The amount of attention he devotes to your legs alone is almost a little excessive--it takes him ten minutes before he's content to move from your right leg to your left, and then he's focusing on that leg just as long.

Then again--Adam has always loved your thighs. You've had moments of insecurity that they were too big to handle but he's always met your insecurity with reassurance, promised that he'd tell you if he was having trouble breathing whenever he asked you to sit on his face. He loves your thighs and your biceps, which are two of the areas where you find most of your insecurity.

And then you feel his breath against your folds, and you breathe in deeply while clenching around nothing.

"Wanna taste you, puppy," Adam says. You're nodding eagerly before he can even finish the sentence, wondering how it was that you managed to go eight months without feeling Adams mouth over your folds, his lips on your clit.

Adam is good at giving oral--he is fucking amazing at it, and as his tongue presses flat against your folds, his gaze holding yours, you find that it seems he's still as good as he was eight months ago.

His tongue runs through your folds for a very long few seconds before it presses against your clit. You moan at the contact, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as his tongue moves in circles around the bundle of nerves.

His tongue moves back to your folds, and your hand goes to his hair. You don't hold him in a tight grip or anything, just enough to ground yourself and keep yourself from slipping away.

It's hard not to slip into it, though. The grip that Adam has on your hips, the way he's eating you out like a man starved and that goddamned nickname he always uses whenever he's domming. All of it is so much combined, so much after eight months, and all you want to do is slip into subspace and just let Adam use you however he wants.

He keeps going until you're so close--teetering on the edge, nearly ready to come on his face--and then he stops, pulling away with a glistening mouth to take a breath.

And then he's lifting himself off of you, pulling himself up to press kiss after kiss after kiss to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, and his hand is cupping your face.

"Please, puppy," he says. "Don't wanna go eight months without this ever again. Missed it."

It takes everything in you to drum up a response, still working through the second almost-orgasm of the evening.

"Never," you manage to mumble as your head turns, seeking Adams lips. He kisses you slowly, meaningfully, and you have a moment--just a moment--where you hate yourself for letting sex get away from you for such a long time.

Work has been eight months of never ending stress, eight months of managing one hundred and sixty people, dealing with a boss who claims to care about the team but only offers a raise to the five people from whom a guy stole off time rather than firing the idiot. You feel bad--work has taken the majority of your head space since March, and that doesn't feel fair in the fucking slightest.

"Adam," you whisper. He presses a peck to your lower lip and darts his tongue out to wet his own.

"Yeah, puppy?"

"Missed you," you respond. "'M sorry about work. I promise I didn't mean to get so busy, it's just--Earle and his fucking scheme, and Monica refusing to fire his sorry ass while he has the time of his goddamned life in Monaco, and--ugh. I don't mean to ruin the mood but it's just not leaving my head."

Adam laughs, presses a kiss to your forehead. "I know how you get, Y/N," he says. "I'm too drunk on the thought of your thighs around my head to even get slightly turned off right now but that's not the point."

He laughs again, thumb gliding across your bottom lip. "I've been worried about you but I knew work was probably the reason for your late nights, baby. I promise, it just made me cherish our lazy mornings even more. If you don't like working there, you can always quit, too--you've got your rainy day savings, and my job lets me cover the rent and have money left for groceries if you don't get something right away. Has anything else been bugging you or is it just work?"

"Just been in a funk," you respond. "The sex is helping a lot, but I've always found that being with you helps me like nothing else can. Needed this, Adam. Even if you've kept me from orgasming twice so far."

"Fifteen more minutes til sundown," Adam says. "You'll be so sick of coming when I finally start letting you, baby. I think I have it in me to last eight hours, but that's because I'll be giving myself a reprieve. You, however, might not get one. Dunno--it depends on if you'll want one, really."

"You'll know I do if I use the safe word," you respond. "Just--be soft with me, mm? I don't think I can handle being degraded too much, if at all. I'm scared that if you call me a slut with a mean tone I'll just fall to pieces and start crying."

Adam laughs, presses a kiss to your temple. "Think I've done enough edging," he says. "Kind of just wanna kiss you until you're begging me for more, baby. Sound okay?"

You nod, arms wrapping around his shoulders. "You really wouldn't be mad if I quit my job?"

"I would be the opposite of angry at you if you just announced it and didn't even give your two weeks," Adam says. "You've spent the majority of the last year giving them an arm and both of your legs in the effort it's taken to keep things afloat. You're up for a significant raise which I would wait to see if you got, but there are places that pay the amount you'd be getting after your raise as the starting salary, which only goes up after the first six months. I'd start applying to those places if I were in your shoes and I didn't get the raise I fuckin' deserved."

Adams lips drop to your collarbone. "'M so in love with you," he says. "And I'm sorry that work has been such a shitstorm lately. If you want, you can switch from a marketing job to working for a salary that covers rent and groceries with me at the bookshop? They're hiring all the fucking time and it means I can basically just...spend the entirety of my break just kissing you relentlessly if you do decide to join up."

You laugh, pulling a hand through his hair. "Maybe," you say. "If I don't get the raise."

Adam laughs, gently biting against your collarbone as his hands find your hips again.

"Love your hips, puppy," he says. "Will probably have to put lotion on the hickeys I left on 'em. Got a little carried away."

"I'll get my revenge somehow," you respond. "If you ever find yourself in a submissive mood, I will absolutely cover your neck in them."

"I like hickeys in obvious places, so long as you keep them light,"

"Oh, they will be. Everywhere but your pulse point--I happen to like your pulse point, Adam. Might get carried away worse than you did with my hips."

Adam bites your collarbone again, kissing up the center of it to the underside of your jaw before his lips are once again against yours.

"I love you so fucking much," Adam says into the kiss, giving your hips a hard squeeze. "Fuck, Y/N. Gonna make sure all of your stress is gone from your mind completely. Just want you to be thinking about me, puppy."

All you can do in response is moan into Adams mouth, closing your eyes and moaning once more as he uses your moaning to slip his tongue into your mouth, one hand coming up to cup your face.

You spend the next little eternity kissing, moaning whenever Adams hands squeeze whichever part of your body they've ended up near or on--typically your ass, just below it on your thigh, your hips, or your tits--and occasionally tugging at the hairs near the nape of his neck, where one of your hands rests.

And then, Adam pulls away. You gaze at him as he holds himself up by his elbows, a handsome smirk on his face.

"You're all right?" He asks.

The truth is, all you can think about is the memory of his cock inside you and you're convinced it's slowly driving you nuts, but by all other accounts, yeah.

You nod. "I'm amazing, Adam," you say. "Need to feel you."

As you speak the words, Adam is already reaching for his night stand on his side of the bed, grabbing a condom.

You roll it onto his length, one of your hands overlapping the hand he places on your hip as you lie back down.

Adam positions himself at your entrance, pushing into you slowly even despite how wet you are--you're more than ready to feel him, but Adam still goes slow to be cautious.

When he bottoms out, both of you moan. Your lips are almost right next to Adams ear, his forehead pressing against your shoulder, so the sound of you moaning just makes Adam want you more. One of his hands is on your breast, and he squeezes it, rolling the nipple between his first finger and thumb as you clench around his length.

After a minute, you're telling Adam he can start moving and his thrusts come to a slow start as Adam figures out the pace he wants to start with.

His lips have dipped close to your ear when he whispers, "you're so wet for me," and he kisses the side of your head before adding "such a good puppy. Fuck--you're amazing."

And you're moaning in response, starting to get cockdrunk as Adam moves in calculated thrusts, one hand propping himself up by the elbow and the other against your hip.

Your thighs wrap around his waist to keep him in place, and Adam laughs as he lifts the hand on your hip to cup your face.

"You like this, baby?" He asks. You moan, nodding slightly as your eyes close, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

"Such a good puppy for me," he says. "So good, baby. You're doing so good."

And then you moan again, and Adam presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. He quickens the pace of his thrusts, lips moving to your neck as the hand that was on your face moves to your clit, rubbing circles around it and delighting in the moans it brings from your throat.

Your release spurs his on, and while you moan and release around him Adam releases into the condom, thrusting his way through the aftershocks and the way that your legs start shaking with them.

He pulls out and discards the condom, heading back to you quickly and peppering your face with kisses.

You find yourself in a state of complete and total relaxation and euphoria. Adams hands on you make you sink further in, and Adam laughs a little--you're looking at him like he's the love of your life while you're practically drowning in post-orgasm bliss, which is a delightful and meaningful addition to the times in which you've looked at him like that, particularly whenever he's decided to surprise you with breakfast or when you wake up to find him admiring you as he'd woken up before you had.

"You're feeling all right?" The orgasm had been a little intense.

You nod, and Adam presses his nose against the apple of your cheek, pressing a quick kiss there as his hands find your face.

"Going quiet?" He presses his lips to your forehead. "Not for long, baby. I have at least seven more hours with you, yeah?"

You nod, and Adams lips are on yours again.

A lot of the time, you start to realize, will be passed with Adams lips against yours, his hands going somewhere on your body as you moan and whine at his touches.

You don't hate the idea, though--Adam is a damn good kisser and absolutely knows what he's doing with his lips and tongue. You've proven yourself capable of lazily making out with Adam for hours several times, though that was when the two of you were kiss fiends in the honeymoon phase and couldn't go more than twenty minutes without it.

But then, Adams lips trail from your lips to your chest, paying attention to it as his hands move from your face to your hips. Once he's paid satisfactory attention to your chest, he moves to your stomach, where, per the presence of your hips close by, he stays for a long ten minutes.

Then his lips are on your inner thighs and your hand is in his hair and all you can do is moan, one word waiting and ready at the tip of your tongue but not falling off of it.

You watch through half lidded eyes as Adams eyes lock on your cunt, nod fervently when his gaze meets yours and his head tilts in the asking.

His tongue finds your clit and he moves one finger, slowly, into your hole as his lips follow his tongue. You turn your head and moan into the pillow in an effort to silence yourself, but the noise level at which the moan sits is still so obscene that Adam chuckles, shaking his head as his left arm slips under your thigh and his hand finds purchase at your chest.

Adams tongue moves around your clit in evenly paced circles, finger moving at a calculated pace as he adds another. Adams fingers curl around your g-spot once every fifteen-ish seconds, and every time your moans get louder because of the action, Adam laughs a little and presses his tongue flat against your clit.

Adam has you pushed to your orgasm in fifteen minutes. You barely have time to warn him before you're coming over his mouth, chin, and his hand, but Adam hardly cares. He only licks his fingers to clean them and juts his tongue out to run it over his lips, all while holding your gaze.

And then he's kissing you and you're tasting yourself, humming into the kiss as Adam reaches one arm out and fumbles for the nightstand in search of another condom.

Adam gets it and rips it open, sliding it onto his length and motioning for you to get on your knees and turn around. You do as he says and Adam slowly slides into you, the both of you moaning slightly as he bottoms out.

Adam waits a minute for you to adjust to him, and once you have he starts thrusting. He sets an even, quick pace and moves a hand to your clit, moaning as you lean back and press your back against his front.

Adams lips find a spot in the space between your neck and shoulder, and every last one of the sounds you make spurs him on. His moans are low, typically comorbid with yours, and they come in between the praise he manages to mumble out as he moves and you start moving back onto him.

"So good," he mutters, biting gently against your shoulder. "Fuck--"

You moan in response, unable to form any coherent thought other than Adams name.

"Adam," you whisper as the pace at which Adams finger touches your clit increases. "Adam--"

You feel him smile against your skin, a cocky grin taking up his face.

"Yes, baby?" He asks, moaning as you clench around him. "Gonna use your words for me, mm?"

"Adam," it's the only word that comes to mind right now, though it'll be one of ten, at best, once he's pushed you to orgasm again.

"Adam, oh--" You moan as he snaps his hips up into you.

Adam keeps the pace he's set and it's not long before you're moaning loudly as Adams lips and tongue suck a hickey into the space where your neck meets your shoulder, your release occurring just seconds before his own, before he's a moaning mess as he thrusts into you through the aftershocks.

Adam pulls out and lays you back onto the bed before rolling the condom off and tossing it into the trash.

The cycle continues that way until you find yourselves nearing one in the morning. Your lips are wet with your own saliva after you've pulled off of Adams length and he's being sweet, your face in his hands as you start moving to sit on the bed.

"One more for me, baby," he says. In eight hours, you've come more than eight times, your legs are basically jelly, and all you have on your mind is Adam. "Just one more, mm? Then I'll run us a bath and we can just relax, I promise. Aftercare god, remember?" He laughs a little at the tail end of his sentence, cringing at himself a little bit.

And you're nodding, smiling at Adam as his lips find your inner thighs and you're blissed out on post-orgasm euphoria--Adam had let you touch yourself while sucking his dick, and you'd come over your hand as he shot his load into your mouth, which you'd agreed to let him do--and it's fifteen minutes til one and Adams lips against your thighs is absolutely amazing.

And then his lips and tongue go to your cunt, and you're moaning as your thighs wrap around his head, which leads to him laughing and squeezing your hips.

And Adam eats you out carefully, slowly, moaning as he does so. He's taking his time with you because you're blissed out and will definitively need to be easy on yourself in terms of walking after all that's been done. He's moaning, tongue moving through your folds in a way that feels incredible to both you and him, and his lips find your clit as he moves to start fingering you.

Adam sets a good pace, quick but not too quick, and curls his fingers at your g-spot with every thrust. You're moaning loudly despite the time and Adam is loving it, and then you're coming on his lips and his tongue and Adam is licking it off your cunt and his lips with a focused precision.

Then Adam is getting up, pressing a kiss to your forehead and telling you he'll be back in a few minutes. He tells you he loves you but doesn't expect a response--you're absolutely too blissed out to say much of anything, and he loves it because it's the first time in eight months where you've looked so relaxed, the first time in eight months where you've felt it.

Your eyes close as Adam leaves your shared bedroom, and you hear him starting up a bath. You smile to yourself, pressing your cheek against the pillow, having a brief, floaty thought of I am so lucky before Adam comes into the room again, smile on his clean face.

He kisses your eyelids, hands finding and interlacing themselves with yours.

"C'mon," he says. "I've run us a bath, baby. Gonna relax your legs, which are definitely sore by this point."

And then your eyes are opening and he's helping you stand as he tells you how much he loves you and how amazing you were during the session, and his lips are against your forehead in a kiss.

You're mostly quiet as Adam leads you to the bathroom, humming as you get into the tub with him.

You press your chin against Adams shoulder and in the next few minutes, you're still tired but the water is still hot and you're starting to form coherent thoughts again.

"Thank you," you whisper, pressing a kiss to Adams wet shoulder. He hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"For what?" Adam asks.

"For the last nine hours," you say. "For making me forget about work stress and for the sex."

Adam laughs, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "The sex was enjoyable for both parties, then," he says. "And--you're welcome, but you don't need to thank me. Just wanted to help you de-stress a little, and I'm glad I could do that."

You're in the bath together for thirty-ish minutes after that, and you let Adam wash your hair as he peppers your hickied neck with kisses and his hands run along your biceps. You wash his, and you spend the time waiting for the conditioner to set talking about your plans for the day as the day has turned.

Adam intends to let you sleep in and to make breakfast, and you intend to at least move from the bedroom to the living room after you've woken up so that you can read from the comfort of your couch.

You get out of the bath and, because your legs are still pretty sore, have barely any choice but to let Adam help you back to your room and sit on the bed as Adam gets dressed and grabs you clothes.

You get dressed into a pair of black boxers--they, Adam decides, will be comfier than sweatpants--and a hoodie Adam had during his baggy clothes phase that's baggy on you, too, and covers two thirds of your thigh before your knee amidst laughter and kisses that you share in the relative dark.

You and Adam end up going to sleep on the couch anyway so as to avoid halfhearted fighting about who sleeps on the wet spot on the bed from the sweat emitted during sex, curled up in each others arms with a thick, warm and fuzzy blanket covering you both up to your shoulders.

#adam stanheight #adam faulkner-stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #adam faulkner-stanheight x reader #saw 2004

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Cookies|Adam Stanheight x fem!reader

Warnings:Adam not having a great past

Genre: romance

Summary: Christmas with his roommate turned out to be the night of their first kiss

A/N: SINCE CHRISTMAS IS COMING I THOUGHT ABOUT MAKING A FANFIC WITH ADAM ABOUT THIS. But I also have an announcement. If you want to change the storyline of this story, I made a Character.AI bot with him! Enjoy!! And by the way, I used "make your choice" line from Jigsaw's tapes to incorporate Saw in this story. Ugh this is so bad 😭 im sorry

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A shared apartment with cheap utilities and expensive rent. Water sometimes running cold, the power sometimes going off, leaving both Adam and his roommate in complete darkness. Tonight was different. They were both hanging Christmas lights up, up on the wall and sorts of decorations on the ceiling, and around the house. A cold December night was coming upon them, but they wanted to feel the Christmas mood even in this shithole place.

"I think we did good. It screams 'broke people'"

Adam's voice was faintly soft, ragged almost,like he's been having a sore throat for a few days without any treatment. But he didn't. He was just tired and out of breath after spending half of his day thinking about how to rearrange their apartment and another half of day actually doing so. Of course, with the help of Y/N, who had more vision about designing.

"I think we did great actually! And on time, too. Before Christmas Eve is a new record in my book"

Their house was lit with the basic green and red pigments, blue and yellow and sometimes even orange mixing through the other hanged wires on their walls. Some cotton scattered around the living room, imitating snow, because they couldn't afford any fake snow supplies and a small, flowerpot-sized tree resting on top of the coffee table.

The TV was broadcasting 'Home Alone' in the background at a low volume enough to catch their awareness from time to time and lose their attention at the scenes while embracing the Christmas spirit with their home, and end up yelling at each other for misplacing the socks or almost burning the place down after using a lighter to wake up old, half melted candles.

"Where's the snow globe?"

Y/N asked, moving her head left and right looking for the one thing she still holds dear from her family. It was special, in her own way. Although she owned a few more in her parent's house, this was the only one she took from there in case she won't make it until Christmas to their house.

Y/N would often spend Christmas with her family,but after she moved in, for being 'independent', there were days when phone calls and text messages were less and less due to busy days and lack of time. And she called before Christmas, asked if they want to spend Christmas with her, but this time Y/N's family decided on a trip to other relatives. Y/N declined the offer, and assured that she's going to spend Christmas in her apartment with her dear roommate, Adam.

"It's in the box. We still have a few lights in there, too. And a mistletoe. Where do I put those?"

Adam, on the other hand, did not communicate with his family that much. Barely any messages, calls almost none at all. Their relationship was different from Y/N and her parents. After the age of 20,he tried to make a living on his own, running away from so called 'family' that was not so kind to him in his childhood years. He ran away from every single problem, and never looked back. And even after so much time, there's still a hole in his chest, wishing he could fix everything with his relatives and go back in his mother's arms for one more hug. His flip phone would get voice mails from his brother as well, but he cut off any contact with them whatsoever. Never replied back, but always listened to them.

"I'll take care of them. Can you check the cookies?"

Y/N says, grabbing the snow globe and mistletoe, stealing a look for a few seconds at Adam. He gave her a quick nod, muffling a 'mhm' and went straight to the kitchen. The smell of fresh baked cookies flooded his lungs, almost as intoxicating as the smell of cigarettes he was smoking from time to time.

The little kid in him was inpatient to taste those goodies that him and Y/N prepared through the midday just to have something to snack on during the nights of December. A plate was already filled with the baked dough, but they were still cooling down, so Adam couldn't put his hands on them even if he wanted to. Which, surely, he would've if he could.

Both Adam and Y/N were surprised to learn that they had enough money for ingredients, but they weren't complaining. It was heartwarming, even.

"I think they're almost done"

He says from the kitchen, making Y/N's ears twitch at the thought of another plate full of chocolate chip cookies that they will munch on later in the evening.

"Hold on a second!"

She replies, struggling to keep the mistletoe straight.

Y/N was a very bad hider of secrets, especially secret feelings for a person, but she was certain that Adam had absolutely zero idea of her liking the way his hair sat on his forehead, or how his voice was cutting her breath whenever he was around. She was certain, because Adam wasn't the smartest being either. Sure,he was smart, but romance was never his thing. That's why most of his relationships failed. He had a hard time controlling his anger.

So he found himself alone, in a silent apartment, taking pictures of strangers and living off of his client's money. That until Y/N showed up and helped him with rent and loneliness. Especially loneliness. Now the empty fridge was somehow not so empty whenever his money ran out. Nor the sad living room that was now filled with laughter most of the times of the day. He had someone to complain about broken tapes and rude customers and someone who actually listened while he did so.

So, as much as an anger issued person he was, someone found good in him and was there for him. And vice versa, of course.

♡♡♡

"Man, these cookies? They're the best. I never tasted such sugary treats before. The ones from the supermarket are shit"

Both of them laughed at Adam's statement, which wasn't false at all. Supermarket cookies were tasteless and most likely out of date too.

"I'm glad you like them. To be honest, I was skeptical about baking them. My mom taught me how to do so, but I failed almost all my attempts. Except once or twice when I actually got the recipe right"

"Nah, they're perfect. Soft and crunchy at the same time? And so much flavour. Mixed with warm milk is just the cherry on top, really"

Y/N giggled as she took another cookie and dipped it in her own mug of milk and swallowed the snack, happily. Her cheeks were now crimson red at Adam's compliments, but she chose to ignore it and continue the movie they were watching.

'Home Alone' was a classic, but almost too boring for them. It was cold too. The outside was covered in white snow, and the windows were now losing their purpose after being covered by tiny snowflakes that were constantly falling from the sky. Twilight was not helping either, and the street lights were now just shiny, smudged dots on the glass.

But It was cold. The heater wasn't exactly the best either,but the couch was cozy. So slowly, both of them found themselves shifting closer and closer to each other. It was like a magnetic experience going on.

"Where did you put the mistletoe?"

Adam asked, his gaze following Y/N's lips and eyes, right after. She turned around and faced him, then pointed at the gap between kitchen and living room. And there it was, a tiny mistletoe, hanging with the other shiny lights, waiting for its purpose to be met.

"Why? Do you want to kiss someone tonight?"

Y/N's joke caught Adam in full act. She continued to dip her cookies in milk after speaking those words, which forced Adam to fall in a small silence while rolling his eyes. He smiled, moving his eyes back to the movie and the food.

"Maybe. Maybe I had in plan to take it with me on a date tonight"

This time, Y/N felt her heart cracking at his words. He never mentioned anything about a date, and was sure that they would spend Christmas together... Like two broke rats in a cage,eating cookies until they're full and laugh at cliché scenes in Christmas movies.

"You're not going anywhere, Adam. Otherwise I'd know about this 'mysterious date'. You can't keep a darn secret"

The room fell into silence again. Adam was gripping onto the couch's material while anxiously chewing on his cookie, trying to decide whether he spills whatever he has to say, or stay silent like a coward. The candles were burning across the room, the sound of melting wax tickling Adam's ears and pressured him even more, while the Christmas lights were pulsing over his hands. He started feeling hot out of sudden.

'Make your choice' was silently pushing him in his mind.

"Or maybe...I wanted to kiss you"

He whispered, turning his head to Y/N and completely losing interest in the other two activities, such as eating or watching the movie. Y/N blinked at Adam as her heart starts booming in her chest. His eyes met hers and, somehow, Y/N felt herself floating.

"I'm so done with your jokes, Adam. They cause me a heart attack"

She answers, her side smile showing off in the corner of her lips. But Adam stayed serious, his eyes desperately searching for a place to rest, but instead they were roaming around Y/N's features. He was begging with his eyes for one kiss. He was pleading.

"Adam..."

That's when Y/N realises that he's serious about his words, and without a minute more, she closed her eyes and took his lips on hers. The sweet remainings from the cookies were tasting on their tongues, as well as the cigarette Adam smoked a while before he joined Y/N on the couch.

And even without a mistletoe, Adam's plan was coming true.

Because he fell in love with a girl that was never meant to mean anything in the first place, just a simple roommate that helped him with groceries and rent. But he fell in love hard. It was almost uncontrollable. And she did the same.

#adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #adam saw #Adam stanheight saw #adam faulkner x reader #Adam stanheight x reader #adam x reader #adam stanheight x reader #saw franchise #saw #saw 2004 #saw movies #x reader #amanda young #saw x reader #lawrence gordon #jigsaw #mark hoffman #peter strahm #john kramer

[blood-injections]

Saw killjoy au infodump post!! Its danger days but my special little bloody guy is there! When I eventually write it it'll be centered around Adam and it mmmight be chainshipping I'm still deciding.

So the bathroom trap. still happens. adam lives in battery city and to make ends meet he takes pictures of people for people, doesnt matter who, he doesn't ask questions. He's taken jobs from better living to follow suspected rebels and hes taken jobs from rebels to follow some high-profile better living person to get more information on them before they take them out. He stays just off the rader and keeps himself just barely useful or not suspicious enough as to not be put into scarecrow training or something. Because he doesn't like better living, but he has to make ends meet. Jigsaw picks him because he thinks hes pathetic and hates how he doesn't pick a side, his tape says how he doesn't take his pills but he cant even bother fighting for anything. he could do anything with his free will and he chooses to throw his life away and this pisses jigsaw off. so will adam watch himself die, throw his life away once and for all, or will he finally use his free will to fight for something? Because in this au jigsaws motive of teaching people to value life comes from being under better livings control instead of having cancer, because better living is a cancer, really. so yeah jigsaw and co. are technically killjoys lol.

Lawrence is still in the trap too. hes a scarecrow who has stopped taking his pills and is becoming aware of his actions for the first time ever as well as coming to to a family, to a wife he cant remember falling in love with, they were probably set up by the city. He has a family, he has a kid, but its all been fake, does he even love them? can he? and hes haunted by the blood on his hands but he wasn't into control he cant really be a murderer if he wasn't in control, right? right. jigsaw even agrees. but hes also a sick bastard with a grudge against better living so he doesn't care. maybe Lawrence wasn't a murderer, not really, but now he will be. by the end if the day there will be blood on his hands that he can no longer deny or write off as someones elses actions. because to jigsaw it doesn't matter who was in control, lawrence still pulled the trigger. No matter what lawrence does, if he kills adam or not, there will still be deaths on his conscience, because he needs to learn a lesson, how it feels, how to be scared. he kills adam and his family will be spared. Don't kill adam? its his family that will die instead. but how can he choose? two people or one. two he thinks he loves, hes supposed to, but he hardly knows them, or one person that he might be falling in love with the more that adam begs for him to stay.

in the end he doesn't have to choose(well. not completely. the shoulder bullet prob still happens lol) and they both make it out because fuck you. also just so you know, in this au jigsaw is Dr Benzedrine and the apprentices are the suitehearts and that will absolutely come into play down the line with a possible frankenghoul cameo, the franken bit the result of being a victim of a trap of his own.

anyway adam, after nearly dying, after realizing he wants to fucking live, has never had plans before but now hes like fuck it, im getting out of here, im getting out of this freaky city with creeps like jigsaw apparently running around. he isnt taking any more chances. So he gets out, he becomes a killjoy. and theres the whole trauma bonding thing so he probably takes lawrence(who is still struggling with the am i a murderer or not thing and thinks he doesn't deserve this second chance. he'll accept it eventually) with him. i dont have any of lawrence's killjoy thought out yet i'll come up with some stuff later it also probably depends on if i decide its chainshipping and if hes even out there or not like i might just fucking adam stanheight final girl it like fuck it he wasn't doomed by the narrative his hacksaw didnt break or he found another way out of his chains and the roles are reversed or maybe he even fucking killed lawrence before lawrence could kill him who knows, i dont lol. theres so many possibilities.

anyway adam stanheight killjoy. his name Hacksaw Jagger(working title) because hacksaw. you know. and jagger because a jagger is another term for a vouyer and i think thats clever. also adam could be a fan of the rolling stones and hed be like lol reference. but yeah, Hacksaw Jagger. depending on how things went in the bathroom he may or may not have a prosthetic leg. he dyes his hair at some point and to me personally. its the worst brassiest ugliest bleached tips youve ever fucking seen and probably like little liberty spikes at some point because. punk adam as well. you agree. anyway he looks pathetic and i love him. he definitely gets into racing at some point and also learns he has a thing for arson and explosives. so yknow. hacksaw+fun ghoul besties at first boom at some point. i also think it'd be fun if he joined/started a band but thats a conversation for another day maybe another au.

anyway thats it for now. also yes, i absolutely fuck with his gender. you're welcome.

#killjoy adam stanheight au #<needs an actual name but thats the tag for now #adam faulkner stanheight #ttlotfk #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days #corvidscrap #killjoy saw au

[goatcheesecak3]

Bus stop part 6

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader

M!reader version linked in masterlist (pinned post)

Warnings: mentions of past s*icidal thoughts, brief details of s*icide plan

Fic type: fluff

Summary: one year on from meeting y/n, Adam reflects on how far he's come, and he thinks it's time to take the next step in his relationship.

Exactly one year ago today Adam had been sat alone at a bus stop. He had been sat, with his hood pulled up, his mind racing with memories of his terrible ordeal. He was the most lonely he'd ever been, no friends, estranged family and isolated from everyone else in the city. He had been contemplating s*icide for a while now, and had finally settled on how he was going to go through it. He would get home, drink a bottle of whiskey, write a short note and then swallow every pill in his cupboard before going to bed. Hopefully by the morning he would be dead. He had just formulated the perfect plan, when a voice had pulled him out of his trance, a beautiful girl asking him about the bus timetable. This girl had been y/n, who was now his girlfriend. She had offered him kindness when no one else would, she didn't care about his past, and she saw straight through the angry and defiant facade he put up. She had made every effort to give him undying love and affection, something which Adam had never experienced before in his life. To think that just one year ago he was more than ready to end it all, but she had come along at the perfect time to save him. It was fate, she was his miracle. He wanted to do something special for her on this day.

Adam didn't have a lot of money, but he'd been saving up as much as he could. He'd taken a little of these savings to purchase some steaks and a nice bottle of wine, and the rest was to go toward the surprise he had in store later.

Y/n arrived at his apartment at eight pm, just as he'd told her to.

"Wow" was all she could say, when she saw the state of his apartment - it was clean for once. He'd pulled his rickety little table and chairs out of the kitchen and sat them in the living room by the window, an array of candles lining the sill.

"I've um.. prepared something nice for you" Adam said awkwardly, feeling slightly shy.

"Adam! This is so sweet" y/n gushed, kissing Adam's face all over, causing him to blush and let out a girlish laugh.

"Come on, sit down, I tried to cook something for once" he smiled.

Y/n took her seat as Adam dished up the steaks and a few vegetables. They were cooked perfectly, but not very well seasoned, since Adam couldn't understand how herbs and spices worked to save his life, but the effort was there and the food was enjoyable. Y/n didn't really care what the food tasted like in all honesty, she was just overjoyed to see Adam's apartment so tidy, to see Adam eating something other than unbuttered toast, to see him wearing clean clothes. He had a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step, he had done for the last few weeks. He was doing so much better, he'd been working hard and keeping up with therapy and he was like a whole new man. He still had off days, and there were still nights he'd wake up in a panic, but for the most part no one would be able to guess what he'd been through.

"Is it good?" Adam asked nervously, as the pair ate.

"It is! You're getting a lot better at cooking" y/n replied, her reaction earning a happy grin from Adam.

"I umm.. wanted to talk to you about something" Adam said, seeming nervous again.

"What is it baby?" Y/n asked, feeling slightly concerned.

"No no, don't worry it's nothing bad!" Adam scrambled for words, realising how poorly he'd opened, "it's just that I was thinking... I've been saving up and looking at some nicer apartments in the area, you know? I wanna get out of this shithole as soon as I can"

"That's great baby! I'm so happy for you!" Y/n smiled gleefully

"But here's the thing... I was sort of wondering if maybe you'd wanna... like, come with me?" Adam poked aimlesdly at a potato with his fork anxiously, not daring to look up from his plate.

"Are you suggesting that we get a place together?" Y/n asked

"I mean, like, only if you'd want to..." he trailed off nervously, that destructive part of his brain criticising him for even considering that y/n would agree to this, until..

"Oh my god, Adam! I've been thinking the same thing, we could even get a cat!" Y/n grinned excitedly, reaching across the table to hold his hands.

"Really? You think it's a good idea?" Adam smiled, surprised at how well this was going.

"It's a great idea, baby I think now is the perfect time!"

Adam didn't realise how close he was to crying, until tears began to prick his eyes and his throat became tight. He swallowed hard, but it was no use, and he burst into a flood of tears. Immediately, y/n rose from her seat to comfort him. A chorus of "Baby, it's okay" and "Hey, don't cry sweetheart" rained down onto Adam, as he hugged her tightly, burying his face in her side. He couldn't speak, he couldn't explain it out loud, not right now. But he knew why he was crying, it wasn't sadness, not even joy, really. It was relief. Immense relief that on this day one year ago, that sweet girl at the bus stop had just so happened to ask him about her journey, that he'd thrown his apathy aside for just one moment to respond to her. Relief that when he arrived home, he waited long enough to recieve her text, to get a ray of hope. A Ray of hope that turned into dazzling sunshine, lighting up every single day of his life and making the world beautiful again. He could have missed out on all of this, but he didn't. The universe had a plan for him, that, he was certain of.

Wiping years from his eyes, he looked up at y/n, adoringly, as though he'd just fallen in love with her all over again.

"You were the one thing I got right in my life"

A/n hello! I feel like this is so corny omg💀 but we move. I'm thinking of ending this series soon, because there's not really too much else to add to it (I have got one or two more ideas up my sleeve though). I'll still be writing for Adam once this series is done though! Leave a request in my inbox if that's any specific scenario you want :^)) (seriously please I am running low on ideas lmao)

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[fantasynsuch]

Adam, wake up. (Adam Stanheight x Reader) P1

This is my first attempt at anything in the Saw fandom, so pls be nice! OFC there's gonna be Gore. Some angst, but will be fluffy in the end.

I wake up to a grim feeling in my stomach. Something felt... off. Adam hadn't messaged me goodnight the last few nights, and that was odd. When we weren't together, he would always wish me a good night: I rarely responded, but he knew you saw them. It was an endearing quality about him, among many others. I loved that about him.

I felt off last night when I didn't hear the ding from AOL, but I fell asleep thinking he possibly forgot. Though the sinking weight in my abdomen tells me otherwise. I slowly raise my body and set in motion your routine, though you couldn't shake the feeling. I kept waiting for a ding: something to indicate he was okay. Something was begging, pleading with me to go to his apartment.

Eventually, the weight couldn't be ignored anymore. Heading out the door, I took one last look at my shit-hole apartment and took off. I happen to live down the same shitty hallway of the same shitty complex: convenient. Banging on the door, I yell, "Adam, let me in. Don't tell me you fell asleep drunk!".

No reply. Even weirder, as he's an incredibly light sleeper. He'd groan and moan about how every bump in the night woke him up all the time to me. He must not be there.

I know what he did for work, so he can't be out this early in morning. Something was wrong.

I grabbed the key he gave me in case of an emergency, and I opened his door. I'd consider this an emergency: he could be dead or who knows what.

When I peered in, it was pitch black. I try to flick the light the switch on, but nothing comes on. The power must be out in his apartment. I reach for the blackout curtain he has up and pull.

When the curtains open, I see what could only be described as a struggle. There's trash everywhere, and all the furniture seems to have been knocked out of place. The only thing that caught my eye above the rest was the creepy ass doll sitting in the middle of the room. It reeked a sinister aura, and if it wasn't for my intense like of Adam, I would have gotten my ass out of there.

But, perhaps to a fault, I did like Adam, so I continued in. I noticed the creepy doll had a flip phone in it's hand and its other hand was closed around something. As I look around, I see Adam's expensive camera broken on the ground. Considering this camera was practically his life life, he has to be in trouble for it to be in pieces. I peer at the phone in the doll's hand: it seems like it's taunting me into trying something. I slowly reach for the phone, scared it may jump at me. When I grab it, the doll begins laughing. I jump about 10 feet in the air, and when it stops, it begins to speak.

"Hello, Adam's friend. I want to play a game." It cackles.

"What the f-" I yell.

"Your dear friend is in a bit of a predicament right now. He has failed my game: but through no fault of his own. He is, simply put, dying, as I speak. I have noticed you are quite close with him." It giggles.

"Where is he?!" I beg. I need Adam.

"I am a fair man, (Y/N). So, I have decided to allow you to play one of my games to save him. Do you value your friend enough to risk life and limb for him? Make your choice." The doll croaks.

The phone I grabbed starts ringing.

I hesitantly flipped the phone open. Unknown number. I shake as I click the answer button.

A strangled gasp - it's the first thing I hear. I hold my breath for a splite second, but then I muster up the courage to speak.

"Who is this? Where's Adam?!" I demand.

Another gasp. This time, the person tries to say something.

They whisper, "H-help me, (Y/N)...".

It's Adam. It has to be Adam. My relief is punctuated by a sound radiating from the speaker. It sounded like a smack and low whispering. The whispers sound demonic.

"A-are you w-willin' to give apart of yourself to save me, (Y/N)?" He whimpers. Whoever was whispering at him was taunting him. Taunting me. He begins to cry out to me over the speaker.

"P-pleas-" He's interrupted by whoever is with him.

"Within the doll's hand is a scalpel. With it, you are to cut the entirety of the pinky of your choosing off within a certain amount of time. If you succeed, you will be rewarded with a clue to your friend's location. If you fail, he will be left here- to rot- and it will be your fault." The other voice speaks up from the phone. I shriek out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

The doll speaks, "Make your choice. Will you save your friend or will you cower at the cost?".

"HELP M-" The line cuts off.

I try to call back, multiple times. I lose track of how many times I redialed, but it doesn't pick up.

When I come to and realize the gravity of the situation, I hear a clicking. An alarm clock that Adam used is counting down- what happens if it reaches 0, I don't want to find out.

I look at the door quickly- I consider running. I consider abandoning my friend. I consider never thinking about him again and keeping my pinky. A million ways of justifying leaving my friend, the man who cares for me when I'm drunk, a man who holds my head when I throw up, a man who buys me groceries with his last 10 dollars when I have nothing left. A man who I argue with more times than I can count.

But I don't run. I can't bring myself to run. I can't abandon my friend.

I look at the clock. 1:34 left. Not alot of time to hype myself to cut off my finger- but enough.

I glance at the doll. Its sinister grin sends shivers down my spine. I don't let me sway my decision.

1:21 left. I take a breath and walk up to the doll. The eyes peer into me.

"D-don't worry Adam." I whisper.

1:15 left. I grab the scalpel. Well, it looks clean enough anyway- at least it's not some rusty bonesaw.

I walk with the scalpel and sit at the table. I breathe and breathe and breathe. I swallow.

0:47 seconds left. I raise the scalpel above my pinky on my left hand. The scalpel seems to get a mind of its own as it falls down. I stop myself. I dance this dance a couple times. I sike myself out, but I realize I'm wasting time.

0:12 seconds left. I cut the my left pinky off. The red from my hand seems to spill everywhere. I'm sure he'll forgive me in the long run. He can't be too mad. I just cut my finger off for him.

I shriek in pain. That was the most pain I have ever felt. I can still feel my pinky, but it isn't there anymore.

I look at the clock while clutching my hand in pain.

0:02 seconds left. I passed.

I begin to feel dizzy, but a quick clicking sound gains my attention.

The dolls chest just opened. There's something paper inside.

I stumble over to the doll and grab it with my least bloody fingers. A map. A map of our town, but on it, a factory was circled.

The doll spoke up: "Congratulations (Y/N). You passed your first test. Continue to the location, and we will test your meddle. Adam awaits." It cackles at me.

I look down at my hand and the map.

"I won't let you down Adam." I tell myself. I hope he knows I won;t abandon him.

I'm coming, Adam.

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[spookystanheight]

adam stanheight/lawrence gordon | 500 words | part two

warnings: manipulation. | part one | part three?

(Adam just needs to realise that what Lawrence has done, is doing, protects them both, saves the lives of those in need. He's the reason that Adam isn't dead on the grimy, filthy tiles of that Godforsaken bathroom—so why can't Adam just be grateful?)

—

Lawrence sits on the sofa and waits. For how long? He's not sure. He had blocked the clock's ticking out a while ago now, choosing to ignore the passage of time and instead to will Adam's return, though as the minutes pass he finds himself growing more and more terrified.

Adam could be hurt. He could be dead. He could be at a bar, drinking, flirting, going home with somebody else, or he could be bloody and bruised on the streets, numb from it all.

He can't blame him, really. Adam just needs to realise that what Lawrence has done, is doing, protects them both, saves the lives of those in need. He's the reason that Adam isn't dead on the grimy, filthy tiles of that Godforsaken bathroom—so why can't Adam just be grateful?

Though, again, he can't blame him, because Adam just isn't there yet. He'll get there.

Adam does return eventually. Bloody and bruised? No, he looks perfectly fine, if a little drunk, maybe high. Lawrence's fingernails dig into his palms as he watches Adam enter the room, the lamp's low light casting him almost eerily against the darkness of the hallway.

“You're high,” Lawrence comments.

“And you're a psychopath,” Adam spits back, the spite and anger and betrayal heavy in his tone. He glares down at Lawrence.

Lawrence straightens up, patting the seat besides him on the sofa, “Sit, Adam. We have to talk about this.”

“Oh, fuck you, Lawrence. I just want to go to bed.”

“Sit down,” Lawrence demands again, though softer this time.

Adam complies albeit begrudgingly and stares at the floor, unable to look at Lawrence, because if he does he might start crying again, or he might punch him. He doesn't want to punch him, though the urge only increases as Lawrence's lovely hands—hands used for evil, he reminds himself—cup his face. He feels fragile beneath Lawrence's heavy gaze, the warmth of his palms soothing him despite his racing heart, and it angers him to no end, the effect the older man has on him.

“Adam, I love you more than anything in this world, alongside Diana. I want to protect you from harm in any way that I can. This… situation, what I've done… it ensures that I can do that. I can protect you and love you if you're here with me, alive and healthy,” Lawrence speaks so soft and so gentle that Adam's cheeks wet with silent tears, glistening on his skin, “If you had died in that bathroom, Adam… I don't even want to think about it. I had to save you, and… this was the only way.”

Adam stays silent for a moment, unable to trust himself if he opens his mouth, but eventually manages to speak, “You kill people.”

“No, Adam. I have never killed anyone, not with my own hands.”

“But you put people in these traps…” Adam trails off, his body wracked with a sob that shakes him apart completely, “...people like me.”

“You are nothing like them, my love. You're reborn,” Lawrence whispers, his lips spreading into a smile that's almost comforting yet dangerous at the same time, “I'll keep you safe. You'll never have to go back to that bathroom again. You should thank me, sweetheart, because I saved you.”

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my ao3

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[s1ut4adamstanheight]

Adam Stanheight / enemies to lovers part 1 💕

Adams POV:

"Hey fuck ass point the camera here!" my friend waves his hand infront of my video camera.

"We need to get these shots right, c'mon Adam get my good side." he turns to the side and smirks lifting his chin.

"everything looks great so far" I point my camera to the lit up stage, a banner over top reading 'Wrath of the Gods'

My friend Scott was in a metal band with his friends, he'd hire me to take pictures of the performance then post them online. It surprisingly doesn't suck, as far as buddy bands go.

Scott yells in excitement as people start to flood the building, wearing band tees, girls taking pictures in the crowd with their shirts tied up, perfect bait for Scott.

I roll my eyes and focus on the music that starts to play, sometime's i don't know why Scott keeps me around, he has a band with all his other friends and my literal job is just to watch.

The whole night i take pictures of the crowd and the band, as well as the casual hot chick that wants to make out with me. I am definitely not one to pass that on. 

The fans jumping and yelling along to the violent lyrics Scott writes, I stay at where the bar is, my night of pictures is done and i need a drink.

Later on the people cheer and scream at the end of the songs.

"Get the fuck up here!" Scott brings a blonde girl on stage, her band tee cut halfway, showing off her belly button piercing and her low waisted skinny jeans.

She throws her arms in the air in drunken excitement before Scott grabs her hair and slams his lips onto hers. The crowd goes wild and i can't help but to feel jealous-why do i feel like he's so much better?

People crowd around the band as Scott and the others run off stage,

"Adam get in the van! We're going back to my place" He yells at me and shakes my shoulders and pulls me towards the door.

----

"You better have gotten some good shots Stanheight," Scott tells me as he's helping a few girls in our van.

"Yeah i definitely got some great ones, should i-"

"yea yea, just post them on the bands my space tonight" he cuts me off.

We all get in the van, and drive back to Scotts house. The streets are dark and cold as  i stare out the front window, the drummer Charlie is driving while the rest of us are in the back singing and rocking back in forth from the lack of seat belts. Scott, Roman and Korey all have drunk girls clinging onto them and giggling- their cheeks rosy from alcohol.

Scott notices me staring and looks up at me from talking to his girl, "hey, you jealous Stanheight?" he smirks and moves the girl to face me.

"nah man she'll all yours" I scoff and look at her red lips and dark makeup, I honestly feel bad for these girls, sure they're hot but they're just fucking groupies. They fuck any semi-popular guy in a band. Turns me off from them, i pity those girls.

"fucking look at her.." Scott traces his fingers up her exposed waist and up to her neck, holding onto her cheek and pushing her face to look at me. He smirks and smudges her red lips with his thumb slowly

"your saying you wouldn't fuck her?" he raises an eyebrow at me and smirks, expecting an answer.

i raise my eyebrows "um..no, she's all yours" i laugh awkwardly and put my hands in the air defeated.

"fucking right she's all mine" he turns back to her and pulls her in aggressively then kissing her.

We get back to Scott's house and stumble into his room in the basement- he rented out a basement in a duplex and lives here, he works at a bar and lives pay check to pay check, but i'd never bring it up, I know how he can get.

charlie sits in a bean bag chair infront of the tv, and roman and korey are on the couch with their girls, i sit across from them on a fold out chair and watch Scott slump down on his bed across from us with the groupie girl, whatever the fuck her name is.

The room is lit by a big lamp in the corner and tons of candles melting hot sticky wax over his broken piano, his rooms smells like cigarettes and candle smoke. I remember once when we where young Scott threw hot wax on me, he's always been a little...grisly. I take a swig of a mix of alcohol korey put together earlier.

"Be careful Adam, that shit's nasty." Roman jokes.

"aw fuck" I swallow a few large sips and grimace at the taste.

Korey looks at me "oh yeah that's uh..tequila, rum, vodka, and wine i'm pretty sure."

"interesting taste." I scoff and put it down.

"you look kind of lonely there Adam" Scott speaks up to me, i can feel the alcohol from earlier and now mixing together and swirling my brain.

I laugh.

"Why do you gotta be such a pussy, man up and get yourself a chick." His smug smirk grows on his face as he watches me hesitate.

"yeah whatever.." i roll my eyes and drag my hand through my hair.

"you gotta man up!" he gets up and gets something from his side table and walks over to Korey.

"cut him" Scott hands Korey a kitchen knife and moves his head at me.

Koreys smile fades as he grabs the knife "..what" he awkwardly laughs.

Everyone goes silent except for the tv.

"Cut. Him." He says sternly and pushes Korey up to me.

i jump up, backing away. "Hey man what the fuck!" I yell, Korey hesitantly moves closer to me, knife in hand.

"Scott are you serious?" I finally hear scotts girl talk. She looks at him concerned.

"He's gotta man up Fiona, and fight back. Come on!" He pushes Korey up to me and quickly grab my shoulders from behind and holds me in place. He reeks of booze, the smell making me nauseous. I grunt and try to back away but Korey strictly follows Scotts request and  grabs my arm tight.

"Fucking let me go! This is insane!" despite my yells Korey quickly looks up at me with a hesitant look then places the knife to my upper arm.

"C'mon asshole what are you waiting for?!" Scott pushes me into Korey and the knife grazes me. Small drops of blood trickle down my arms. Korey fully gashes the knife in a swift motion and moves back dropping the knife.

Charlie and Roman sit there silent with a shocked look on their faces with the girls gasp.

"We're fucking leaving!" Two girls say, but Fiona stays put. Probably from fear.

The two girls grab all their stuff and basically run out, Scott finally lets go.

"You need pain to feel alive and fight!" His brown eyeliner stained eyes are filled with this crazy look of excitement.

"fuck, I'm going to the bathroom" Scott walks out leaving me scared and bleeding, i'm holding back tears as warmth trickles down my arm.

"dude holy shit" Charlie rushes over to me with a towel and tries to help me with the wound, it's not deep but enough to bleed a ton.

Korey doesn't say anything or look at me, his eyes are wide and he slowly breaths and leaves the room.

"He's fucking crazy." I say as I hold the towel to my arm.

"yeah he really is, i don't know if i can stay in the band if he keeps doing psycho shit like this. But don't tell him that" Charlie looks at me as he says the last part, the four of us has this unspoken rule to never try to speak up or talk to Scott about anything bothering us. What he says goes and it stays like that or else he does insane shit.

"i'm gonna go find some alcohol to clean the wound" Charlie rushes upstairs leaving me alone with Fiona who hasn't said a thing since Scott was in the room.

"is it...is it bad?" Her voice is shaky and she looks pale.

I walk over and sit on the edge of the bed.

"it could be worse" I look down at the now blood stained towel. i groan at the pain.

"Could I see?" Fiona looks at me and hesitantly reaches her hand up.

"uh alright"

She looks at my cut and then looks at me.

"What was that? Why did he get all freaked out."

"He's just...kinda like that i guess." I don't really have a good answer. Scott can be wild.

"Are you okay here? I'm gonna go see Scott...make sure he didn't cut anyone else." She smiles but I can tell she's honestly only have joking.

I smile and scoff "yeah, watch out for him."

She gets up and opens her mouth to say something but then looks away and walks out. It's sad how girls follow Scott around like that, all he does is manipulate them. But that's all on Fiona-she's an idiot.

Her long brown hair swinging as she turns to the stairs.

I sigh and lie back on the bed still clutching my arm as i close my eyes. the only thing numbing the pain is the alcohol.

I relax and drift off.

What the fuck was tonight..

#adam stanheight #saw 2004 #scott tibbs #adam faulkner stanheight #adam faulkner x reader #leigh whannell #saw fanfic

[apprenticestanheight]

heyy, i’m here requesting being loyal to my word lol, i have this little idea where adam is stalking/taking pics reader for a job and actually gets like obsessed ?? with them and tries to awkwardly make a move lmao, and obviously this happens before the bathroom events, idk if this idea sucks i just miss my pookie💔

Aldis- A.S x gn! reader

I love this idea so much and writing it was so fun!! Thank you so much for sending it in, writing for Adam is definitely a blast lol

Fic type- this is fluffy!!

Warnings- shitty bosses are implied, and the prices that are mentioned are inaccurate (I looked up aldi grocery prices and then adjusted for inflation by like, a dollar or two lol), stalk-ish behavior is mentioned (adam talks about trailing you going to and from work), cigarettes and smoking are mentioned a few times and Adam might be a little ooc

It started off as a job. Adam found himself hired by your employer to see what it was, exactly, that you did on the way to work and from it. Adam didn't want to know why your boss had wanted to know that of you and the money was good enough to not question it, so he went along with the words of your boss because the money, in the end, helped him pay rent on the shitty apartment he called home.

It started, apparently, because you'd come late to work a couple of mornings in a row with a variety of different excuses--the rain on a day of downpour, your car had broken down, your car was in the shop, your alarms weren't working--but Adam didn't bother to question that, either. He got his camera, he trailed you, he developed the photos and took them to your boss in exchange for cash that could be either devoted to making the rent or buying cigarettes.

Eventually, what was originally just a job became something a bit more for him. He caught himself genuinely caring about you, trailing you not because your boss asked but to make sure you got home without issue.

Care became infatuation, and infatuation got Adam Stanheight where he was--standing inside an Aldi Supermarket at six in the evening on a crisp day in late summer-early fall, having pretended to bump into you in the candle section, of all places, while he shopped Aldi for the deals that he could get on groceries as he needed them anyway.

"Shit!" Adam cursed, catching the candle you held before it could hit the ground on the basis of nothing but luck. "I am so sorry--I barely know my way around this area. I don't typically come down here, but the shop near my apartment is closed for renovations and I needed to grab groceries." Not entirely a lie--you lived in a different spot in New Jersey than he had, but only twenty minutes in a car, and the shop near his apartment where he could've grabbed groceries was closed, so it was Aldis and their bargain deals on any and everything both out of necessity and his minds desire to make a move.

"Oh, no worries!" You laughed. "Seriously--I don't know my way around here either, I typically shop somewhere else, but stuff has happened at work so I gotta do what I gotta do."

Adam had stopped taking photos of you only two days before, having been let go from the job after 'complications' according to your boss.

Adam was trying to flirt, but the flirting part of getting someone to give you their number was not quite his strong suit.

"So," you said. "There must've been another shop in your area. What brings you here?"

"You know that it's impossible to pass on ground beef at 99 cents a pound," Adam said, laughing. "Or a dozen eggs for $1.35, or milk for the low low price of $1.86--it's a rough economy and I am doing my best."

You laughed, and Adams heart gave a funny little flip. "$200 gets you a fuck ton more here than it does anywhere else. I've got candle money, which is nice to have again."

"Are things at work all right?" Adam asked, a feeble attempt at flirting that probably came off a bit too invasive. "Shit--there I go. Asking the way too personal questions. You don't have to answer that, we barely know each other and I don't mean to be invasive."

"My boss has cut my hours in half, is all," you said, shrugging. "I'll be looking for a new job next week, do you know anybody?"

"Nobody reputable," Adam said. "Not that I work with people who aren't, but--"

"What do you do, and what's your name? I'd like to put a name to a handsome face."

"My name is Adam Stanheight," he said. "I take photos."

"Subject matter?"

"PI stuff," Adam said. "I am a glorified snitch, basically, but the money is good."

"Well, glorified snitch," you said. "My name is Y/N and I work in marketing. You ever wanna make a career switch, give me a call."

You passed him your number, and Adam found himself in awe just a bit. He'd fumbled his way through flirting with you like it was the act of trying to share a cigarette and he was a first-time smoker, and you'd flirted like it was nothing.

"What if I don't want to make a career switch?"

"Call me anyway," you said. "We can shop at Aldis together and I can tell you all about the woes of my life in the frozen fruit aisle."

You walked away thereafter, and Adam was left to stand, his cart to his left, in awe.

#adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #adam stanheight x reader #saw #saw franchise #saw 2004

[madssaunders111]

Help! | A Seinfeld x Saw AU (female!reader)

Characters: Jerry Seinfeld, George Costanza, Elaine Benes, Newman, Adam Stanheight, John Kramer, Estelle Costanza, Frank Costanza

I’ve thought about making Adam an apprentice because the entire saw fandom imagines him as one. And his photography hobby is useful to John

Content: Torture, mentions and descriptions of death, stalking, swearing, violence, sexual themes, light clit stimulation, fingering

Extra info: You are in a situationship with Newman. I used Amanda's trap and I even added Bob Sacamano even though he doesn't make an appearance in the show. I also used the Angel Trap

Word count: 2942 words

Description: You are an accomplice of the Jigsaw Killer. When John moved his games to New York, another one of his accomplices, Adam Stanheight found someone worthy of being tested. As the trap is ready, John Kramer gives you the task to bring the victim to him in order to be taught a lesson.

~•~

It was late morning in New York City. You were walking through the city until you reached a building marked “Manhattan Meatpacking Plant”.

You walked in and saw Adam Stanheight standing with a camera. You approached him, and held your hand under his camera lens.

“Adam“

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Has John finished building the trap yet?”

“I don’t know.” Adam shrugged. “I’m only in charge of photography, speaking of, look who I found.” He laid multiple photos on the table of a man who was on the heavier side and wore a mailman’s uniform. Your jaw dropped in shock.

“Newman?” “Are you kidding me Adam?” You asked as you picked up a picture of Newman sitting in his mail truck with a diabolical look on his face. Another photo was him walking along a sidewalk holding a mailbag on his shoulder. Another one of the photos was him walking back to his apartment.

“That’s right.” Adam nodded as he placed his camera on the table. He snatched the photos on and placed them in an envelope. “You need to go to his apartment and bring him here.”

“No! No fucking way, Adam!”

“Trust me, Y/N.” Adam held your hands. “You can do it.”

“I’m sort of…in a thing…with him.”

“Like what, exactly?”

“Situationship, like dating…hooking up…but we don’t want to label our relationship.”

“Interesting…but confusing.” Adam picked up his camera again and walked to another room. You followed him.

“Wait, Adam! Maybe you could help me with bringing Newman.” You pleaded.

“Y/N…”

“Please, Adam!” You sank to your knees. “You can get Newman and I can distract everyone, like Jerry, Elaine, George and even Kramer.”

“Cosmo Kramer?” Adam scrunches his nose in confusion. “Is that actually his name?”

“Yeah…” You smacked the table in annoyance. “But please, Adam, help me!”

“Y/N!” John shouted from the makeshift hospital room in the plant. The room was depressing, lit by green lightbulbs, had a hospital bed and even medical equipment.“Yes, John?” You asked.

“Come here.” His voice was weak but still deep. Your legs shook as you walked into the hospital room. John applied an oxygen mask to his face every few minutes. “Tell me, why don’t you want to do your task?”

“Because…it’s not right John.”

“Tell me, Y/N, you’re loyal to me right?”

“Yes of course.”

“Well…you can do this…besides…he’s not innocent like you think.”

“How so?”

“For example, he harbors mail even though it’s a federal offense.”

“What else?” You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“He’s also assisted in the kidnapping of someone else’s pet.”

“That’s nothing!” You ran your fingers through your hair in agitation. “Besides, the dog wasn’t hurt from what I’ve heard.”

“Well…John has given you a task and you should do it.”

“So I’ll end up in another trap? God I should’ve left you in that bathroom to die!”

“You’re such an asshole! Besides, Lawrence should’ve saved me!”

“Yeah, well he left you in there to die! He lied to you!” You stormed out of the building and walked through the street until you reached 81st Street, where Jerry Seinfeld lived.

~•~

As you walked up to Jerry’s apartment, Newman stood outside lugging a mailbag. He turned to you and held his hand up.

“Y/N..hey there.”

“Hello, Newman.” You trudged your feet to Jerry’s apartment.

“Did you hear about that man who went missing last night?”

Your eyes widened slightly. Adam did bring a man to them, and he is still alive, not for long.

“No, I haven’t.” You stood outside Jerry’s door and knocked. The door opened revealing Jerry on the other side.

“Oh, Y/N, hey.”

“Hey, Jerry.” Your feet slid against the floor as you walked into the apartment and to the couch where George sat. George placed your head on his shoulder.

“You look tired Y/N.”

“Just…work.” You muttered as you laid against George’s chest. It wasn’t exactly a lie…your “work” was being the accomplice of a killer.

“Heard you talking to Newman, what was that about?” Elaine asked as she leaned over the couch.

“Just about that man who went missing last night.”

"What was his name again?" George asked.

“My friend Bob Sacamano." Kramer walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He removed cold cuts and ate them.

“It’s horrible.” You muttered. “I hope the cops catch whoever did this.”

~•~

Hours went by and your eyes fluttered open.

“Where the hell am I?” You asked yourself. When your vision cleared, you were still in Jerry's apartment huddled on his couch. Your phone rang with a message from Adam. He texted: “Where are you Y/N? I got Newman in the truck, hurry.”

You let out an agitated huff as you left the apartment and ran outside where a truck sat. Adam sat at the driver’s seat and Newman was unconscious in the back. “Took you long enough.” Adam sneered.

“Why does it matter?”

“Maybe you had sex with someone else, someone that wasn’t Newman.”

“Okay, first of all, I didn’t, and secondly, I fell asleep.”

“Yeah, for four hours.” Adam turned the wheel and drove away to the Meatpacking Plant.

~•~

You and Adam lugged Newman's body into the building. Adam hunched over and placed the body in a wheelbarrow. "Jesus, he's heavy."

You rolled your eyes and pushed the wheelbarrow into a separate room that had a chair, a bear trap, and a body of a man on the ground. The same man who went missing the night before: Bob Sacamano.

You walked back to the makeshift hospital room and crouched down to the bed.

"Everything's ready."

"Good." John wheezed. "Good job Y/N."

"Is this trap...rigged?"

"No. I don't rig my traps. You know that."

"I just want Newman to live." You walked back to the metal table where various monitors sat. One of the screens featured Newman's unconscious body slumped in the chair with the bear trap on his head.

"You are so in love with him, it's actually funny."

"Shut up Adam." You sneered as your fist met his shoulder.

"Damn, relax. Don't get so defensive."

You paced back and forth as you saw Newman wake up on the monitor. Nerves fluttered in your stomach, nerves that made you feel sick.

~•~

Newman's POV

Newman's eyes opened in a room lit by green lightbulbs. He thrashed his head around in fear. His hands gripped the bear trap rested onto his head and jaws.

He whimpered and let out muttered screams.

"Mmh!"

A tv turned on beside him revealing a puppet's face.

"Hello, Newman." The deep sinister voice of John Kramer said. "i want to play a game."

"You don't know me, but I certainly know you. I've been keeping an eye on you, watching over you, like a guardian angel, but with negative intentions. You see Newman, you've done awful things, such as misuse of a mail truck, kidnapping, and especially harboring mail, which is strange because aren't you a mailman? Anyway, those are things that can easily be fixed by a prison sentence."

Newman wriggled into the chair as John spoke. The puppet's mouth moved with the message.

"You'll have sixty seconds to find the key, the key to your freedom, which is in the man beside you. Look to your right Newman, know that I'm not lying."

Newman turned to the right and saw Bob laying on the floor still and numb. He turned back to the tv.

"However, if you don't, your jaws will be permanently ripped open. Here, I'll show you." The footage changed to a glass mannequin wearing the same bear trap. The timer ticked fast and the mannequin exploded in a mess of glass.

"That will be you if you don't get out. Now, let the game begin." The tv then turned off. He stood up and the tripwire to the timer activated.

He started to panic and walked over to Bob Sacamano after grabbing a scalpel from the table beside the chair. He crouched down and saw Bob's eyes open and widen. Newman stabbed until blood was everywhere and Bob's organs and insides were all over Newman's hands.

He pulled a key out and shakily shoved it into the bear trap lock. The timer was at 10 seconds before the trap unlocked upon contact with the floor.

Newman screamed and fell to the floor, his hands, face and shirt covered in Bob's blood. The door then opened a figure in a dark red and black hood approached him.

"Congratulations, Newman. You're still alive."

End of POV

~•~

Newman sat on a chair in John's makeshift hospital room in the Plant.

"Hello, Newman." John greeted.

"Easy, John." You said as you dropped your hood revealing your face.

"Y/N? What the hell?" Newman's jaw dropped in shock.

You stayed silent as John placed an oxygen mask on his face for a few seconds before removing it.

"I assume you and Y/N know each other Newman?"

Newman nodded. He looked up at you betrayed and hurt. "Y/N...why?"

"I don't have an answer for you Newman."

Adam walked in and placed his camera down on the chair beside Newman.

"Now, you have a chance to be granted full immunity and protection." John started.

"Like what?" Newman asked as he looked from John to Adam and then to you.

"Let me explain-" Adam said before you interrupted.

"Let me say it Stanheight, you're terrible at explaining things." You cleared your throat and faced Newman. "Basically, you can work for us, help us teach people, bad people, lessons and change their lives. Especially revenge, for those who have wronged you. What do you think?"

"Well...I...I don't know what to say." Newman dwindled his fingers anxiously.

"Well, you've been tested, you passed, therefore you're able to work for us." You said. "I was tested, Adam here was tested as well."

"Wait, how were you tested?"

"Same trap you were in. I even cut my jaw." You point to your jaws stitched with black thread. "I got cut severely, but I got a chance...John helped me."

Newman turned to Adam. "What about you?" He asked.

"I was in a bathroom, and I almost died because my key disappeared and I didn't want to chop my foot off. So I was left to die." He explained as he gave you a glare.

"Oh my God! I rescued you! I didn't have to!" You shouted.

"Y/N! Adam! Stop fighting!" John shouted.

Adam stuck his tongue out like a child and scooped up his camera. "Well, bye." He walked out of the room and left the building.

~•~

Adam's POV

Adam walked through the street wearing his camera around his neck like a necklace. He looked at his phone screen which had a picture of George Costanza. He was his next victim.

Adam went to the subway station that was headed to Queens. He knew where George's parents (and him) lived.

~•~

Your POV

"So, Newman, what do you think about our offer?"

"I..I don't know."

"Don't forget the immunity and protection." You whispered in his ear.

"I..I accept." Newman replied nervously.

"Good...you can help many others cherish their lives now."

~•~

By the time Adam arrived in Queens, the sun had gone down and the streets were completely empty and dark. He clutched his camera as he found the Costanza's house.

No lights were on indicating that either no one was home or everyone was asleep. He crept up to the side door and slipped right in, no lock, no dog, nothing.

Adam stumbled through the dark kitchen and found the living room. "Fuck." He muttered as he hit his foot against the couch. A woman's voice shouted. Adam hid in the closet and held up a gun loaded with tranquilizer darts.

Estelle Costanza, George's mother, ran out of her bedroom holding a bat.

"I'm armed!" She shouted as she ran around the living room swinging the bat.

"Jesus." Adam muttered under his breath.

"Damn it, Estelle, it's one o'clock in the morning, why are you up and holding a baseball bat?" Frank Costanza, George's father walked out of his room irritated and exhausted.

"Someone's in the house."

"You're hearing things, now come on, back to bed." Frank led Estelle back into the bedroom until a dart shot into his neck knocking him unconscious.

"Frank! Oh God!" Estelle shouted before Adam shot a dart into her neck knocking her unconscious as well. George ran out confused as he looked down and saw his parents laid unconscious on the floor.

"Mom! Dad! Oh, God!" George shook them hard. A dart shot into his neck and he fell unconscious.

"God damn," Adam muttered as he dragged George out of his house and to the truck outside. After Adam drove away, he arrived back in Manhattan half an hour later.

~•~

Your POV

You sat in a room in the Meatpacking Plant furnished like a bedroom. Your head lay on the bed while looking up at the ceiling. Newman walked into the bedroom and sat down near you.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Hey, Newman." You sat up and looked down at the bed avoiding eye contact with Newman.

"So, how long have you worked for John Kramer?"

"A while."

"Ever since...your test?"

You nodded. Newman held your hand tightly.

"Hey, look, I won't tell anyone. And plus, I think you're pretty badass in that hood." Newman smirked.

"Really?"

"Of course. It definitely makes you attractive even though you're the apprentice to a serial killer." Newman leaned in and kissed your lips softly.

"Ohh, Newman, what was that for?"

"Because...I think I'm crazy for you Y/N."

:Are we labeling ourselves?"

"Yes. I want you so bad Y/N. You have no idea." Newman leaned back in and kissed your lips harder.

"I need to give in." You kissed him back and hopped on his lap.

~•~

Adam's POV

Adam pulled the truck into the back of the building and dragged George's body in. The same wheelbarrow he used on Newman sat near the back entrance.

George groaned in his unconscious state. Adam lugged George to a separate room where a harness sat. He placed George in the harness and dropped the key in a vat of acid. He left the room leaving George alone.

~•~

George's POV

George woke up in a dark room lit by green lightbulbs. He looked down and saw fishing hooks pierced into his ribs.

"Oh God!" George shouted as he thrashed around the harness. 'What is this? Get me out!"

The tv beside him turned on revealing the same ventriloquist puppet.

"Hello, George. I want to play a game." The recording started. "You're here because of what I've seen and what you've done. And I'm not happy about it. Imagine pretending to be handicapped just to use a better bathroom, pushing adults and children so you'd get out of a fire first, and especially killing your fiance by buying toxic envelopes. Honestly, prison won't change you, but this experience certainly will. You will have a minute to get the key from the acid, but be careful, the acid can dissolve the key in seconds and then you'll be stuck. If you don't get out, your body will be ripped and you will be dead. Let the game begin." The tv then turned on and a timer on the wall started ticking down from 1 minute.

His hand hovered over the acid tank before he shoved it in.

"Ahh!" George screamed loudly as he gripped onto the key. He then dropped it. "Oh, Goddamn it!" George reached back in and finally got hold of the key.

He stuck it in the lock and waited for the harness to open. When it didn't open, George panicked more.

"Help! Help!" The timer ticked down to 20 seconds. The faster the timer went. the more panicked George got.

The timer went down to 0 and George let out one last scream. The hooks ripped his ribs out and suspended them above him like angel's wings. George's body limped and everything went quiet.

~•~

Your POV

You and Newman were in the bedroom kissing and pleasuring each other.

"Oh, Newman!" You moaned into his ear.

"Oh, Y/N. You're not ready for what's about to happen." Newman placed his hands on your pants and pulled them down revealing your panties. "Oh baby, you look so beautiful and ready."

Newman rubbed his fingers in between your legs slowly and then increased the passion. "You like that baby?"

"Y-yes." You moaned. "Your fingers are so thick."

"You're already so wet." Newman whispered in your ear.

"W-we can't do this."

"Of course we can baby. I know you're in love with me."

Newman slid his fingers into your panties and started moving them within your inner walls. "God damn, so tight."

As Newman continued pleasuring you, just as you came, Adam ran into the room.

"Oh damn, sorry," Adam said as he hid a smirk on his face.

"What do you want Adam? Is the game done?"

"Yep." Adam walked away and closed the door.

You slumped down with Newman on top of you. He leaned down and kissed you.

"Well, wasn't that exhilarating?" Newman asked.

"Yes." You said as you kissed him back.

"Good." Newman smiled. "By the way, I will be the best apprentice you've ever seen." He held your hands tightly as he kissed them. "By the way, what game is Adam talking about?"

"Oh. George was placed in a trap, and judging by the air, he did not make it out."

"Damn, George Costanza?"

You nodded.

"Police will have a field day with these strings of missing persons cases." Newman smirked as he gave you one last kiss. "Besides, we should relax and wait until the next game."

#shifttok #seinfeld #shifting realities #george costanza #90s #90s sitcom #newman #saw 2004 #saw #saw movies #saw franchise #sawxseinfeld #john kramer #adam stanheight

[adrianicsea]

TRAILER: SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS

Dr. Gordon,

Aside from his compassion, a doctor’s greatest asset must certainly be his tenacity. To work those long hospital shifts, day in and day out without complaint; to sacrifice so much of your time and energy for the sake of others; to relentlessly hunt down the source of pain and illness, never stopping until your patient is cured. That is the doctor’s calling. You’ve found your compassion again, Dr. Gordon. Now it’s time to find your tenacity.

This is a test, but it isn’t a game. Think of it more like a riddle. And this time, you have the chance to opt out. Yes, Dr. Gordon, you’re free to walk away from this test anytime you want, with no strings attached. Your family is safe, your job and your home are secure. If you are able to live with the knowledge that an innocent man died because you didn’t have the determination to save him, then by all means, walk away. If you are able– because walking away means leaving his memory behind. If, however, your conscience still rattles like a chain, then this test will reveal to you all that you want to know.

I’ve heard it said that doctors and detectives have a great deal in common. To solve this riddle, you’ll have to become a detective, Dr. Gordon. Investigate carefully, starting here in that poor boy’s apartment— but you’ll need to pay attention wherever you go. The setting for this test is the entire city. Use whatever resources you deem necessary to solve this mystery: who killed Adam Stanheight? Why did they kill him? And how shall they be punished for his death?

You once made me a promise, Dr. Gordon. Finish this test, solve this riddle, and you will be released from that promise. Or walk away now and take that uncertainty with you. When will the other shoe drop? It must be hard to know when you only have one shoe to begin with.

The conditions of the test have been laid out, Dr. Gordon. You might say that the game is afoot, if you’ll pardon the pun. Solve this last case, or live forever shackled to the past by doubt and regret. Make your choice.

One year after the bathroom, Lawrence Gordon isn’t exactly “coping.” When he decides to try and learn more about Adam’s life in an attempt to get some closure, he finds more than he expected to find-- Adam’s ghost, a freezer full of chess pieces, and a whole new game set just for him. If Lawrence wants Jigsaw’s reign over the city to end, he and Adam will have to do something about it themselves.

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