#scott tibbs references

[sawiibaseballbat]

RANDOM SCOTT TIBBS REFS

[eatmarcus]

theyre definitely cousins! /sar

[wrathoftheegods]

If Adam ever apologized would you still be friends with him? Would you ever want to apologize?

Probably, but that apology better be fuckin’ beautiful. He's gotta learn how to stick it to the man first.

[mirroredmemoriez]

A collection of Amanda Young’s outfits (PT 1)

As the title states, this is just all the outfits I can source from Amanda Young from the franchise but also any game adaptation too. This will be broken into parts because of the image limit.

1.) The Reverse Bear Trap (RBT) outfit

One of her most iconic and recognisable fits. She has a purple tank top with matching sleeves to go alongside, presumably kept in place by the pink bands on her upper arms? Amanda in this wears a black skirt with ripped fish nets and kinda shiny boots- Other things include the eye makeup, nail polish and the only time we ever see her have the clawing panther tattoo on her shoulder.

2.) Rockstar outfit

I've generalised this as the ROCKSTAR outfit- Because this specific shirt comes up a few times, not just in that cut scene. It seems there is actually two shirts? The blue graphic one on top and a grey one underneath. Amanda's hair and jackets change! There is the light grey jacket and then the black one and even things like how heavy her makeup is are different... The main place we see this look is when she is setting up Adam for his game. Of course she has boots on as always and I guess I'd call the jeans she has on cuffed? One extra is she has a watch on.

3.) Junkie outfit

BECAUSE I WAS A FUCKING JUNKIE!!! Anyway, with this I had to brighten the image to see what the design on the tank top was... From there I went, ''I think I've seen this before...'' And yeah, I had- Shawnee Smith has worn this logo a few times, so that's why I've added the last two images for a clearer reference. Amanda here looks quite gaunt and sickly and we can't see the rest of this outfit such as trousers.

4.) Visitor outfit

I'll dub this the Visitor outfit because of the badge of course- I would say this likely is Amanda's most simple outfit? Black shirt and skirt. The most striking thing about this look is the RBT scars she has... It's also one of the only times outside of Saw 3 we see Amanda with a ponytail! I can't lie when looking at her hair here, it almost looks two toned in places such as the side burns? Almost grey in parts? (Edit: This may be a dress actually.)

5.) The Red Pig outfit

This is my personal favourite when it comes to her in movie pig looks. She has a red coat/cloak which the length goes all the way down to her boots- Looking there I think the lower half from seeing the cuffed like jeans is probably the exact same as her Rockstar outfit. Her eye makeup is heavily smudged and the mask itself in my opinion is one of the best shaped pig masks, with what seems to be ''blood'' coming out of the eye sockets and black slash brunette hair.

6.) Bow Dress/Clinic outfit

This scene and the follow up is so depressing but she's so cutesy here- It's a simple black dress, but the bow is very Amanda. I have no clue whether the shoes she has on in the first image are actually apart of the outfit or just something Shawnee had on whilst testing it out. 7.) News Report/Scott Tibbs outfit

May be my overall favourite Amanda outfit.... She has on a grey hoodie jacket, possibly another article of clothing from her Rockstar outfit? Her iconic skull sweatpants with a belt and then boots that I would say are more akin to her RBT outfit. I can't really tell if the shirt she has got on is layers or just has different materials- Amanda's RBT scars are also very visible in this look.

8.) Suffocation outfit

At first I started doing these as two separate outfits? One for when she kills Adam, the other for when she wakes up from her nightmare- However, I'm pretty sure this is the same outfit through and through. Amanda has on a long sleeved orange shirt with a grey tanktop over it. The jacket is leather with noticeable silver studs and she has on cargo type trousers and as always... Boots.

9.) Nightmare outfit

Another personal favourite! Once again we get to see the skull pants and this is how I was able to gage the material a bit better. I honestly have no clue how to describe the specific items of clothing she has on her upper half? A corset type shirt going on? Details I enjoy are the safety pins around the shoulder and bottom half and she has a watch on.

10.) Saw X outfit

I decided to not have this pig look separate. Anyway! This is Amanda's most recent outfit with Saw X having come out in 2023.... Simple grey t-shirt alongside cargo trousers with a belt. The boots she's got on are very combat/work like and Amanda also has a black choker and earrings here- Her coat/cloak is black with red detailing such as the cuffs and the inner lining.

[goatcheesecak3]

I hate you too Pt.1

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x afab!reader

Minors dni

Warnings: nsfw, alcohol use

Fic type: enemies to lovers, smut, a dash of fluff at the very end, also Scott Tibbs cameo teehee

Summary: you and Adam have been rivals for years, but after begrudgingly letting him crash at your apartment, things take an unexpected turn.

A/n: this is my first time writing a smut in YEARS so I'm a little rusty. This is just a short one, but I how you enjoy it! I've maybe got an idea for a part two of this, so let me know if you want it!

"Are you fucking kidding me? You didn't tell me he was gonna be here" you huffed to your friend, Mark.

"Was I meant to?" He asked, looking at you as if you were insane.

"Yes! I wouldn't have come if I knew he was gonna be here"

You were at some sleazy dive bar, you and a group of friends had decided you all needed to get outside and have some fun- well, you, your friends and him.

"Him" was Adam, a twenty seven year old photographer with a mean attitude. He was as much of a part of the group as you were, his friends were your friends and they all got along. However, for some reason the pair of you never clicked. You thought he was hot-headed and rude, while he thought you were vapid and snarky.

"Come on, just play nice for tonight, alright?" Mark pleaded with you, "he's been having a rough time lately. You know it's coming up on one year now..."

Almost a year ago, Adam had had a pretty terrible ordeal. He'd been kidnapped by a serial killer and chained up somewhere. He was missing for about a week before he was found, shackled, bloody and nearly dead. You hated his guts, but even you found yourself worrying for him. You recalled back to when you and your friends had visited him in the hospital...

...

"I didn't know any of you guys could bake, who made these? They're better than an orgasm" Adam groaned, munching away on a third cookie.

"That was your best friend" Mark had teased, while your other friend, Scott let out a snigger.

"You made me cookies?" Adam raised an eyebrow at you "have you tampered with these in any way?"

"No, I haven't tampered with them you dumbass. Besides, you're literally going in for your fourth one right now, would it really matter if I had at this point?" You rolled your eyes.

Mark and Scott giggled to themselves, they loved watching the two of you argue.

"So if you're not trying to poison me, then why did you...?"

"Look, this doesn't mean we're friends or anything, okay. I just... I guess getting kidnapped probably sucked" you looked away, not wanting to continue taking and accidentally say something too nice.

...

Adam came over to the booth where you, Scott and Mark had been sat, sipping on beers.

"I think that's my cue to go for a cigarette" you said, rising from your seat.

"You gotta cut down on those man, they'll kill you someday" Scott tutted, half joking.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" you called as you dissappeared into the outdoor smoking area.

It was peaceful out there, no one else but you. You huddled yourself under a grimy looking awning and struggled to light your cigarette with your shitty, dying lighter.

"You shouldn't joke about that shit" an all too familiar voice broke the silence.

You spun around, slightly startled, to see Adam stood there.

"Don't follow me, you creep" you scoffed, unable to hide the disgust in your face, even if you wanted to.

"I'm serious, don't joke about wanting to die in public. You don't know who's listening"

He was referring to jigsaw, of course. His whole "cherish your life" thing made jokes like that grounds for kidnap and torture. Adam had a good point.

"Just looking out for you" he said, his unwelcoming expression unchanging.

You glared at him, your frustration building as you struggled to light your cigarette.

"Just use this" he tossed his own lighter to you.

"Thanks".

When you had finished lighting yours, Adam lit up one for himself. The two of you smoked in silence, avoiding eye contact and shuffling your feet awkwardly.

...

Your walk home was a strange one, to say the least. Your mind felt cloudy, so you decided to take the long way home. You'd drank just enough alcohol to reach a weird stare of clarity, where your mind was alert enough for you to think coherently, but uninhibited so that you could think about things your sober mind had tried to avoid. Your dream of consciousness ran wild, leading you to all sorts of conclusions.

"Why am I still single? The guys in this city are ugly, that's why. No, that's mean. They're not ugly, just boring yuppie types. I'm friends with the three good looking guys in the city but you couldn't pay me to date them. Oh, admitting that Adam is your friend? Admitting that he's good looking are we now? Okay well maybe he's not my friend, but it's been well established that he's a good looking guy. Hate to admit it, but if his mouth never opened I'd probably find him hot.

Your train of thought took all sorts of twists and turns, but it kept seeming to take you back to thoughts of Adam. You put it down to being drunk and stupid, reminding yourself that you despised Adam, you couldn't stand to see his face, you couldn't stand his whiney, high pitched voice. Ugh. It was so irritating you could practically hear it- no, you could hear it, like really, actually hear it.

"What the fuck? Why didn't my landlord tell me he was doing this tonight?"

Adam was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, next to his apartment building, which had been draped in a yellow and black striped tent. As he paced, he whacked his mobile phone with his hand a few times, muttering things like "shit" and "Come on, stupid thing".

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened here. Adam's apartment building had been fumigated, and with no working phone, he was pretty much stranded for the night. You couldn't help but laugh.

Adam's eyes shot towards you, his expression a mixture of hatred and relief. You were the last person he wanted to see him struggle, but at least he knew you'd begrudgingly help him out.

"Jesus y/n, you scared the shit outta me. Did you follow me or something?"

You shook your head.

"I was out for a walk, this little shitshow" you pointed toward him "was just a happy coincidence."

Adam bit the insides of his cheeks. He wanted to be rude to you, he wanted so bad to wipe that smug grin off your face, but he knew he couldn't, not while he needed something from you.

"Can I borrow your phone? I need to call scott" his voice had no inflection whatsoever.

"Negative. Out of juice"

"Ah jesus, fuck.." Adam held his head and began to pace. He looked less annoyed and more concerned now.

"Fuck!" He yelled through gritted teeth, throwing his nokia onto the floor. In an anticlimactic bounce, it landed by your feet.

"Jeez, if it's that serious you can just charge this thing at my place" you sighed, picking up his phone and noting that you had the same one.

Adam looked at you as though you were lying to him.

"Come ON, before I change my mind" you ordered, finally feeling the cold of the night, and wanting to be inside quickly.

Adam followed, and the two of you walked in silence.

...

There was something palpable in the air of your tiny apartment that night, like a storm brewing. It intensified by the second, and when Adam threw himself onto your sofa as if he owned the place it only became stronger. You marched to your bedroom to grab your charger, quietly seething. Everything he did pissed you off. The way he so arrogantly shoved your decorative cushions aside so he could sit, the way he looked at your posters, your furniture. Judging, silently judging. You tossed him the charger, and sat in an armchair. The sofa had plenty of room for you to sit too, but the thought of being in such close proximity to him filled you with a white hot burning rage.

Some time passed, neither of you had spoken, instead opting to chainsmoke. Part of you was hoping the thick cloud of smoke would obscure your view of him. The silence sat heavily above you, until Adam's voice broke through it.

"Scott's not picking up."

"Have you tried Mar-"

"Obviously I've tried Mark"

Both your sentences were short, snappy. Being alone together was uncomfortable and awkward as all hell, if just one of you could swallow your pride and break the ice it would have been bearable at least, but you were both stubborn as mules.

Adam let out a sigh.

"Look, this isn't ideal for either of us but.." You took a deep breath, "you can stay here if you're really outta options"

Adam responded to this, in what you assumed was his language for gratitude. He liberated a small bottle of whiskey from the inside pocket of hig ratty jacket and plopped it down on the coffee table.

"If this is as much of a nightmare for you as it is for me, then I think we could both use some of this" he said.

"Hey look, finally something we can agree on" you almost laughed, standing up to head to the kitchen and grab two tumblers.

The two of you drank generous amounts, you had put a record on quietly just to add some sort of ambience, because the silence had begun to feel quite oppressive.

"You know, there's probably more than just that" Adam finally said, startling you a little.

"Huh?"

"I mean, there's probably more we agree on than just the fact that tonight is a nightmare"

"Dude, that conversation was like 20 minutes ago, are you slow or something?" You scoffed.

Adam rolled his eyes

"I mean, shit y/n, I love this album. All your posters, the stacks of dvds, we pretty much have the same apartment. Maybe yours is a bit more flouncy than mine.."

"And also yours is filled with bugs judging by that fumigation tent" you quipped, unable to resist the urge to get a jab in.

Adam paused, and gave you a look. It wasn't one you knew how to describe.

"What I'm saying is, we've got a lot in common. I seriously don't get why you have such a problem with me"

You were absolutely dumbfounded. That jerk! He was acting like you were the one with a problem? You sat there with your mouth agape for a second or two, before snapping at him.

"You're the one that started this feud! Always giving me dirty looks, poking fun at the way I dress, which by the way, is ridiculous because we dress exactly the same!" You blurted out, almost raising your voice.

Unexpectedly Adam began to laugh. He threw his head back and cackled like a hyena.

"Have you lost your damn mind?" You asked, a slight tone of seriousness to your voice.

"No, no, no... I- I get out now" Adam struggled to get out between laughs, "I get why we hate eachother so much"

Your curiosity got the better of you

"Why...?"

"Okay so, there's always been something between us, we thought it was animosity, right?" His face became plastered with a devilish grin

"It's not that, it's not that at all. It's sexual tension"

"That's disgusting! You're sick in the head!" You cried out, insulted at the very notion.

"Come on, y/n, we both know it. You wanna hit this sooooo bad" he smirked, his smug, awful grin sending waves of anger throughout your body.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard" you retorted, doing your best to ignore what felt like excitement bubbling in your chest... and other parts of your body.

"Aw, are you too much of a good girl to admit it?" He teased.

You tried to fight it, but it was absolutely no use. Those two words just did something to you. Your body, not wanting to comply with your better judgement, gave away your feelings. You blushed, and Adam saw it.

He let out a low chuckle. He was infuriating, you felt this innate, primal urge deep inside you, like you wanted to pounce on him. But to do what? Punch him? Kiss him? You'd find out in the moment.

"Get up" you ordered, rising to your feet

"Woah, are you gonna try and fight me out something?" Adam laughed, only half concerned.

"I don't know yet" you said flatly, eyes trained on Adam as he stood to face you.

Before you could make a decision, your body reacted for you. Your arms threw themselves around his shoulders, one hand running itself through his surprisingly soft hair, the other resting on the back of his neck, pulling him toward you.

Your lips immediately met his, as you kissed him hungrily. With even more fervor, Adam kissed back, his tongue slipping into your mouth. One of his hands found itself on your waist, the other was groping your ass.

Your mind was racing a hundred miles a minute, this was the stupidest thing you'd ever done, but you'd never felt more alive. It was dangerous, a little wrong even, but so right at the same time.

You pulled away for a second, only to breathlessly utter the word "bedroom".

Adam nodded, before resuming kissing you. Your bodies remained firmly pressed together as you stumbled down the hall and into your bedroom. The two of you removed your jackets and tshirts, tossing them god knows where. You honestly couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when your bodies became horizontal, it was such a blur, but somehow you ended up laying on the bed, Adam on top of you.

He had begun to kiss all over your neck, the sensation of his hot breath making your stomach flip. You let out a few moans as his hands explored your torso, feeling every inch of you. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he had that same shit eating grin as always.

You could feel how hard Adam was through his jeans, he grinded against you and you felt your hips involuntarily buck forwards, wanting more friction. Adam noticed this straight away.

"Someone's impatient" he chuckled, his voice smug as ever

"Shut up" you just about managed to get out between gasps.

"Let's pay a little more attention to your top half first, you can be a good girl and wait a little longer" he whispered as his hands found the clasp of your bra and made hasty work of it.

There was that nickname again, the one that made wetness pool in your panties, the one that made your nails dig into Adam's back as you pulled him closer.

Adam's soft lips gently brushed over your nipples, his tongue dancing across your flesh. He was surprisingly gentle, his delicate touches were just light enough to drive you wild, you desperately needed more.

"Adam..." You whined, hoping he would stop teasing you.

"God, y/n, you're such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" He grinned, "so desperate to be fucked"

He loved seeing you like this, having you right in the palm of his hand. Well aware that Adam was enjoying watching you squirm, a myriad of insults flew through your mind, and you would have called him every single one of them if you didn't want him inside you so badly.

Thankfully, Adam stopped waiting around, and removed your jeans and underwear all in one swift motion. He'd never admit it, but he was getting rather impatient too. His hands on your legs, holding them apart, he stopped for a second to admire your pussy. You were visibly dripping, and knowing that it was he who had done that to you gave Adam a real ego boost. That arrogant son of a bitch.

"So wet for me, y/n" he murmured, eyes glued to your womanhood, as his hands rubbed along the insides of your thighs, getting juuuust close enough to your pussy to make you hyper aware that nothing was touching it- and you needed that touch urgently.

"Stop talking and just fuck me, Stanheight!" You yelled, hoping your voice would sound demanding and assertive, but instead sounding desperate and weak.

"Hmmm" he hummed, as though he were deeply considering what you had just said.

Suddenly you finally felt some sort of touch between your thighs. Two of Adam's fingers ran along your slit, smearing your juices across your entrance, and up to your clit.

The gasp you let out as you threw your head back was partly in pleasure, partly in relief. When his fingers rubbed gently across your clit, your hips rolled, trying to press against his fingers for more friction, but as soon as his fingers were there, they were gone again.

Looking up to see why Adam had stopped, the sight that met you was both unexpected, and an absolute delight. It was Adam, his eyes shut and his beautiful, sharp features accentuated by the low light of your lamp. He was licking your fluids off his fingers.

You felt a brand new wetness begin to spill out of you at this, as you uttered a breathy "fuck, that's hot".

He winked cockily, as he admired the state you were in. Fully Nude, and spread open to show him how wet you were. Hard little nipples and a dazed, blushing face. He found your soft lips and open mouth particularly attractive. He would have loved to shove his cock deep in there until the Mascara ran from your eyes, he thought you'd look quite pretty all tear stained and used. But that was something he would wait for next time, it was too intense for a first time together, and quite frankly, at this point he was getting just as desperate to fuck as you were.

"You got any condoms?" He asked, standing up to unzip his jeans and yank them down with his boxers

"Top drawer" you pointed to your dresser, and sat up on your elbows to get a good look at Adam's naked body. His torso was pale and slim, at the bottom of his tummy a small trail of hairs was dusted across his flesh, leading down to some recently trimmed black hairs. His dick was a wonderful sight, a decent length and a girth that looked like it would stretch you delightfully. He had a pretty pink tip, which was glistening with precum. You made a mental note that at some point you would love to give him a real slow, sloppy blow job.

Adam positioned himself over you, and lined his cock up to your entrance, rubbing his tip up and down your folds.

"I'll be gentle to start off" he whispered, almost tenderly, as he planted a soft kiss at your jawline.

You nodded, signaling that you were ready for him to enter you.

He started off with just that pretty pink tip of his, carefully pushing it into your hole. He let out a low hum, while a gasp escaped your lips.

"More" you whined

"God, you're hot" Adam remarked, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

He eased himself in further, his girth slowly stretching you.

"Shit you're so tight" he muttered, more to himself than to you. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" Adam looked at you, there was a glint of something a little too intimate for hate-fucking in his eyes.

"No, it feels good" you nodded, feeling yourself adjust to his size.

Adam gently pushed the rest of himself inside you, until he was all the way in. After waiting for a few seconds, he began to thrust. He maintained a steady, fast pace. His face buried in your neck breathing you in, your bodies pressed tightly together.

"Oh god Adam" you cried out, loving every second of it. All that rage from earlier had transformed into an insatiable need to feel him all over you. Your hands roamed up and down his back, running through his hair and gripping onto his body, holding him close as your legs wrapped around him, letting him in deeper.

Adam lifted his head from the crook of your neck and abruptly stopped thrusting. He was looking down at you now, that cocky grin plastered over his face.

"Thought you were meant to hate me, hm?" He said.

"Who said I didn't" you uttered, breathlessly.

"Well if that's the case, then maybe I should stop"

Oh he was good.

"Don't you even think about it" you said urgently.

Adam's face could only be described as mischievous, as he pulled himself up and slowly began pulling his dick out of you. You let out a small whimper at the loss of the feeling of him filling you up.

"I wanna know how badly you want it" he smirked, absent mindedly rubbing his hand along your thigh.

He knew just how to drive you wild, his soft touches and playful teasing made your core feel like it was on fire.

"C'mon Adam, quit fucking around" you whined.

He shook his head

"Beg."

That bastard.

Never in your life would you ever have imagined needing something from Adam Stanheight so badly that you would be willing to beg for it, let alone this, but now it was actually happening, you were seriously considering it.

He rubbed his tip up and down your folds, teasing your entrance and making it nearly impossible to resist. You couldn't fight it, you needed him. You had to swallow your pride and do what he wanted.

With redness painting your cheeks, and all your pride out of the window, you uttered a small "please"

"Please what?" Adam smiled slyly.

"Please fuck me" You said, a little louder now.

"Throw my name in there and I'll consider it"

This was humiliating, this went against everything you stood for, there was no wa-

"Please Adam, please please fuck me"

"Well since you asked so nicely"

There was no build up before Adam plunged himself deep into you, and this time he went harder than before. The obscene sounds of slapping skin and moans filled the air. He held your legs open as he took in what he considered to be the most wonderful sight; your tits bouncing with each thrust, your hands clutching into the bedsheets, your mouth wide open to let out moans of his name. God how he loved the way you said his name.

"Fuck, y/n, why'd we wait so long to do this, huh?" He panted through thrusts

You wanted to respond with something sarcastic, but with Adam repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, there was no way you could form a sentence, or ever remember what words were for that matter. As you started to see stars, finally two words managed to make their way to the forefront of your mind, and you screamed them.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

"Shit... fuck, me too" Adam groaned, burying his cock deep inside you, before grinding his hips and releasing.

...

When Adam returned from cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he wore nothing but his boxers.

"I uhh.. I got you a glass of water" he said awkwardly, placing the drink on the bedside table.

"Thanks" you said shyly.

You weren't exactly sure what the protocol was for the aftermath of sleeping with your arch nemesis, were you supposed to go back to fighting? Were you meant to cuddle? You figured a good place to start was a cigarette. You fished around in your nightstand and pulled out a packet of smokes and a lighter. The ashtray was already resting on top.

"Want one?" You offered casually.

"You keep cigarettes in your bedside table?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. He took one from you and sat next to you on the bed.

"You're just jealous you didn't think of it first" you teased, affectionately this time.

Adam took a long drag before he spoke.

"So..."

"So..."

"You wanna cuddle or...?" He avoided eye contact, feeling foolish for even asking.

"Or what? Or do I still hate you?" You smiled

"Yeah, or do you still hate me?" He laughed.

You snuggled up to him and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

"I think you're the worst" you joked, resting your head on his shoulder and draping your arm across his chest.

"Hate you too, babe" he chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

[pissfartboy]

For the ask request thingy… some Scott tibbs maybe 🥺🫶🫶🫶 or Adam and Scott duo idk

my beautiful twin daughters 🫶🫶 they refer to each other with homophobic language....how sweet 🥰

[quinngefail]

I yapped about this a while back in some tags on my main, thinking about it again though lmao

But uh. The amount of times I've drawn Adam in an outfit and gone "Mm this just doesn't look right on him, he doesn't wear this in the movie :/", but literally my only frame of canon reference is gray and white striped flannel overshirt, white t-shirt, baggy jeans, occasional well worn shoes and then uh Same Outfit. -Flannel Overshirt 🙌

Like dude I'm building a damn time machine and going back to Saw (2004) and Saw III (2006) and The Scott Tibbs Documentary (2006) to get down on my fucking hands and knees and go PUT HIM IN ONE MORE OUTFIT, MAN. ALL I'M ASKING FOR IS ONE MORE 😩

[numberonejeanshipper]

because i love you

a/n: hi! I wasn’t feeling the best the past few weeks so I wrote a little something from it! I haven’t wrote in a while so I apologize if this isn’t super great and there’s mistakes. this also takes place before saw & breaking bad, they’re in their early 20s and are “close friends”. (I added some references too hehe) edit: I wrote this also before everything that’s been happening so I hope in someway this makes others feel maybe a bit better <3

warnings: some mentioning of gender dysphoria (it’s nothing too in depth), two guys are naked in a tub but nothing sexual happens, there’s also a small mention about religion but nothing too heavy, some depression themes too.

adam isn’t feeling the best about his body as he tries to take a bath, jesse comforts him.

It was the evening as the sky darkened, everything outside seemed to be the same. The same cars going in and out of homes, the same neighbors partying or sleeping, the same dogs barking, it was all the same. The world seemed to continue as if nothing wrong was happening. It was cruel that way, but it’s always been that way Adam thought.

Adam sat in the bathtub in the apartment complex he and Jesse had rented, it wasn’t much but it was all they could afford. They, meaning Jesse and Adam, who moved out from their crappy homes and lived together. Paycheck to paycheck.

It was on the third floor, it was always so busy and occupied, it had the cheapest rooms. The floor always reeked of weed and other stenches, alongside the strange stains on the walls. They both did what they could, that’s what was Jesse’s view on things.

The dark brunette sat in the now cold water, he was originally supposed to just shower but even that was a chore for him. He looked down at the soapy water, the coldness always made him uncomfortable. He already had a naturally cold body, according to Jesse at least. Even with the soapy water he could see his skinny body, he immediately felt a wave of discomfort.

‘Why did he have to look the way he did?’

‘Why was he born into this body?’

‘Is he forever stuck this way?’

He felt those thoughts take over his mind and he didn't even realize he was having a panic attack. Small drops of water from his eyes dropped into the tub making a soft ‘plop’ noise. He was breathing so heavily, he had to cover his mouth. With his shaky pale hand, he stifled his soft sobs hoping Jesse didn’t hear.

He did.

Jesse turned the volume down on the alternative radio station Adam loved so much. He wore a thrifted shirt he’s been stuck with all day, it was orange and had a jack o’ lantern face on it. He was just about to make dinner, mac n’ cheese. He heard faint sniffles from the bathroom and felt the hair on the back of his neck stiffen. He walked towards the bathroom door, his footsteps quiet from his dirty socks. The brunette’s eyebrows knitted into a nervous expression as he gently knocked.

“Yo, Ads you okay?” He said softly, his eyes lowered seeing the bathroom light hoping to see some movement from the shadows.

Adam froze.

He didn’t know what to do or say, either way Jesse knew something was wrong or was going to find out one way or another. He bites his lip hard, and swallows.

“I-I’m fine.”

Shit, his voice cracked.

“Dude no you’re not, can I come in?” He says, gripping his hair anxiously.

Adam let out a soft hum, Jesse immediately turned the knob and went in.

“What…”

His voice trailed when he saw the man in the bathtub sniffling, his hair had dried from how long he’s been in there, however his face was damp from his salty tears. The ends of his hair were slightly wet, his hair had recently been cut by Jesse after Adam’s friend, Scott Tibbs, fucked it up last time.

Jesse’s cut wasn’t any better but he tried.

Anything involving Adam he gave it his all, he’d put more effort into him than his classes.

“What happened?” He cautiously approached him, he wasn’t scared of him but he hoped it didn’t make the other man nervous. Jesse just didn’t want to just jump out and hold him, as bad as he wanted to.

Adam looked up with his dark wet eyes that resembled an innocent lamb.

“Nothing I... I got shampoo in my eyes- I’m such a idiot-”

“Yo, I know you’re lying, and you are not an idiot.”

He says softly, his blue eyes looking at him. He crouched down to the tub placing his hand on the sides. Adam looked at him and saw the gears in his head turning, he was planning something.

“Alright, that’s it- I’m going in.”

“Wait-!”

Jesse was about to reach for his shirt and stopped. He immediately cursed at himself for potentially making Adam uncomfortable. He panics as he quickly speaks.

“I don’t have to.. I just-”

“No no, don’t worry man I wanted to make space. Can’t let you just dive in with me hogging up the space with my lanky legs.” Adam quipped, even if he wasn’t completely himself he would crack jokes. He scoots a little towards the bathroom wall in the tub, making some space.

“You can, uh, go in now.”

Jesse grinned and started taking off his clothes and stepping in the tub. He flinched from the coolness of the water when he dipped his toe in. He settled down next to the man and smiled softly. It wasn’t rare for them to do this, they often bathed together and did things friends don’t normally do. They've seen each other naked before and like to explore one another’s bodies. It was comforting for the both of them, especially since they both shared similar body types. Neither of them really saw it inherently sexual either, they saw one another as people.

“Damn, it’s cold in here you must be freezing! You’re gonna die Adam.”

Adam licked his lips nervously as Jesse leaned to turn the faucet on draining the cold water. Adam wasn’t uncomfortable at all, he was with Jesse, someone he loved…

A lot.

He glances up at him, the light brown haired man smiled like he was a golden retriever puppy.

“Alright, so what’s going on my man?”

Jesse was about to scoot before he stopped.

“Uh, you want me to come closer by the way? I just wanna… make sure you’re okay.”

“Y-Yeah… I’m cold anyways heh.” Adam says shakily as Jesse scooted next to him in the small cramped tub, their legs touched. If they were dry, Adam would have commented on Jesse’s leg hair tickling him as if he didn’t do the same to him.

Jesse gazed at Adam as if he was the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on.

He looked at him more than a friend. He saw him as the wonderful person he truly was. Jesse never thought too much of it when he would admire Adam, he just adored him so much.

“What’s up yo? C’monnn, you can tell me, we share everything.” Jesse said with a smile, Adam couldn’t lie to him.

He sucked at lying.

“I just… okay. I’ve been just thinking about… ugh this is gonna sound so stupid and girly-”

“Hey, nothin’ wrong with that.” Jesse says with a soft voice, noticing how Adam’s body curled inward, his back slouched and he brought his legs to his chest. It was almost as if he was hiding himself from Jesse, or maybe society, maybe the world.

“I just… I…”

His lips trembled, his eyes watered.

“I hate this body I was born into, I hate it so much… What happened to me?”

Jesse softened, he’s had his fair share of dysphoric moments himself. He questioned himself multiple times, wondering if this is what he wanted.

To be a man.

Could he even live to be like one?

To pass as one?

Jesse and Adam knew one another more than the back of their own hands. Jesse was right, they shared so much together, sometimes too much. Either it’s their smoke sessions late at night, or times where it’s the two of them at some abandoned parking lot, often they were emotionally vulnerable moments like these.

Adam remembers when they first came out together, how scared he was to tell his best friend the truth. Jesse was masking his own anxiety, afraid Adam would leave him.

They both couldn’t bear the thought.

Once they revealed it to each other, they were shocked… it’s not every day in the late 90s you meet a man who’s like you.

Not just bodily, but personality wise too.

It was almost like they were soulmates or something like that.

“Nothing happened, I mean- you realized the person you want to be… Adam. You realized who you want to be that’s… that’s what happened. You’re like reborn or somethin’… we-we both know it… we both know we’re something more…”

Jesse says softly, almost whispering even though it was just them, Adam looks up into his eyes then down at their hips that were pressed together. Quite literally attached to the hip.

Adam shook his head, sinking down.

“I feel so trapped I know we don’t have the money, it’s not your fault-”

“It ain’t yours either, we’re doing what we can, I mean look at us. We’re finally away from our crappy parents, this is what we worked for.”

Jesse says with a hopeful smile, he had so much innocence and optimism.

“Jesse.”

Adam squishes away the water moving slowly back and forth, he turns off the faucet and clogs the drain. The air conditioner was still softly humming.

“Adam.”

Jesse replied with a smile, Adam bit back a smile.

The pale man turned around, the warm water surrounding them squished. The light brunette reaches over towards the side of the tub and grabs the shampoo bottle. Not too long ago when they moved they went shopping, attempting to better take care of themselves. He squeezed some shampoo into his hands and gently placed it on Adam’s hair, he felt him flinch a bit. Jesse scooted a little, hesitant to press himself against his back. Adam leaned against him, their warm bodies reunite and mold together perfectly.

“You okay dude?”

“Mhm.”

Jesse nods and lightly massages the other’s head with his fingers making his hair soapy. Adam’s eyes fluttered closed, as his throat softly let out a low hum. Jesse smiled wider, admiring how handsome his friend was once again. He adds a bit of conditioner from the bottle and starts untangling his hair, brushing it out. It smelled like pine, it smelled like a man.

“I’ll make some food afterwards, okay? We can watch that show you love… with the baking? O-Or a movie.” He says softly, he didn’t mean to stutter or sounded like he was desperate for some sort of approval. He just hoped this comforted Adam in some way, hoping that if he showed how much he cared and loved him, he would feel better.

“Thanks, you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Jesse quickly responds, continuing brushing out his dark hair. It was always so soft, it felt so comforting against his fingers. He reaches towards a nearby cup filling it with warm water.

“I’m gonna pour it okay?”

Adam nods and he shuts his eyes as Jesse slowly pours the water onto his hair. The water ran down his hair, his bangs clung onto his forehead. Jesse giggled at how much he resembles a cat in a way, or maybe a puppy. He reaches for a cloth and the bar of soap and starts washing his body gently.

Adam was quiet. After he washes him off he speaks up, turning around.

“Y’know… Jess, I’m… I’m serious I… I’m just… I see so much shit on the news about just…”

He reached to grip his hair that was starting to dry a bit, Jesse knew what he was referencing.

He didn’t have to say anything, he knew.

He shakily inhaled.

“I know it’s scary, fuck I wish we could just… go to like a magical place that we can just be like, ourselves y’know? We won’t have to worry about being born the way we are, the way we want to be, and the people we love. Like maybe we can live in some.. desert or mountains or something…”

Jesse rambled and didn’t notice Adam was softly crying. Jesse immediately shuts up and freaks out, his whole face softened trying to hide his anxiety.

“Adam- shit-shit…” He whispered, he slowly got closer to him, yearning to hug him- to hold him.

Adam lifts his head.

“Jesse… am I… a mistake?”

The air conditioner stopped blowing cool air, it was quiet.

Jesse’s blue hopeful eyes contrasted with Adam’s dark-green pessimistic eyes. Jesse loved it when his orbs would light up the room or when it squinted when he laughed.

He loves his laugh.

He gazed at his watery dark eyes, it made his heart ache.

“A mis… w-where’d you hear that from?”

He was stunned, but wasn’t angry at him, he could never be angry.

Who told him that?

Why would Adam think of such a concept?

Adam stayed silent, looking down and ashamed for even speaking up.

“Shit, I didn’t.. mean it like that I…”

Their legs brush, he never took his eyes off of him.

“Adam, you are not a mistake, not at all.”

“Am I God’s mistake?”

Adam asked, his voice and hands trembled.

Jesse immediately holds the back of his head with one hand the other cupping his cheek.

Their eyes locked.

“Why did God make me this way…?”

He sniffled as his salty tears streaked down his face, his nose red, his eyes puffy.

The two grew up in a somewhat religious household, nothing extreme, but they’d go to church. It was expected of them to believe certain things. They knew how people and their own parents felt about people like them.

Jesse swallowed, his own eyes, tearing up.

“Adam you’re… you’re not God’s mistake.”

“Why did this have to happen to me…?”

His eyes closed as he pleaded.

“There’s a reason, there’s a reason why we are born into these lives, a reason why we met and-and we’re together… right? No- no, no I know, I know this is like some destiny shit, I know it- I know it Adam.”

He says shakily, his fingers curl around the other’s dark brown hair. The bathroom’s crappy lighting made it look black. Adam’s eyes opened as he spoke, he slowly extended his hand into Jesse’s light brown hair, he gripped onto it.

“We… this… is this some destiny shit?”

He says shaking, their mouths were inches away. They were breathing the same air into one another, like it was life support, as if they were dying.

If they were dying, this was their rebirth.

“Yeah- yeah like, I know it. I know that… like how I know that I love you.”

He says with a little smile, he looked at Adam whose lips slowly curled into a small smile as well.

The two often said how much they loved one another, as if it was second nature.

They would say it like how friends did, at least that’s what they convinced themselves.

But they weren’t just friends though, they both knew that it was different this time.

“I love you too, I hope you’re right.”

“Fuck yeah I know I’m right.”

Jesse smiled wider, relaxing, he pulled the hand away from his cheek and slowly down his arm. Adam watched as his eyes followed, then softly spoke up again.

“Lemme wash you next okay?”

Jesse’s cheeks were hurting (and blushing) by how much he was smiling because of this man.

“Wh- Really?! Thank you Addy!”

He exclaimed and gripped on his body, silently begging to hold him.

“You can hug me, you don’t have to ask Jess.”

Adam says with a grin.

“God- thank you I mean- I just wanted you to feel comfortable and stuff…”

He lets out a faint chuckle before closing the gaps in their flushed bodies. Adam melted in seconds, immediately pulling him close and unexpectedly, making Jesse stumble backwards.

The water softly moved back and forth before settling back and then it was still.

The brunette felt the other’s heart race fast, their chests pressed against one another but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… grounding in a way.

As if it was a reminder that they were both there, alive. Their heart beats a reminder.

The two held one another like a lifeline.

The water was almost drained as Adam was now getting dried off by Jesse (who insisted on taking care of him), making the darker haired man blush a bit. Jesse was always so kind, it’s one of the traits Adam admired so much about him.

He always viewed himself as angry and bitter at times, Jesse never saw him in such a way… he saw the funny and soft side of Adam.

The side where he would care for the stray cats on the streets, the side where he would make meals for Jesse (and unfortunately at times forgetting himself), the side where he'd lend his clothes for Jesse when he felt insecure, the side where he’d hold him close and his lips brush against his…

“…Jess?”

“Yeah?”

Jesse perked up giving him his full attention, he had those puppy dog eyes.

Adam chuckled, ruffling his soft hair that was mostly dry.

“I was talking about Deftones and Korn possibly touring soon.”

“Ah- sorry I blanked out man. I didn’t mean it, honest.” Jesse sheepishly smiled, Adam smiled back showing nothing but love for him.

“I know, silly.”

He unwrapped the towel that was on his body, and draped it around the two of them. He leaned down pressing his forehead against his.

“You’re cold.” Adam says in a quiet voice, noticing the goosebumps on his arm.

His eyes trailing to his hand tattoo he recently got, then back to his eyes. Jesse looked back in awe and smiled, scooting more and his arms wrapped around him. Adam grinned and spoke up.

“So about that movie…”

“Dude of course, not even a question my guy.” Jesse grinned back and brought the towel to his hair ruffling it. Adam laughed and quickly did the same causing their hair to get all fuzzy and tangled.

Jesse slipped into a, hopefully clean, shirt of Adam’s that had the album cover of “Siamese Dream” from Smashing Pumpkins. He finished putting on some boxers, looking down at Adam who immediately plopped on the bed sighing softly.

He was wearing Jesse’s shirt, at least he thinks it is, they can’t tell at times. It was black and had a skull graphic with patterns on it.

The two were the same height so they just wore one another’s clothes often, and also to save money. It also felt comforting, like they were always with one another…

Adam stretched like a cat before yawning, scratching his stomach as Jesse giggled.

The brunette dims the light on their lamp a bit before sliding next to Adam. He wrapped his arms around him, spooning him. The two men cuddled always, they were both quite the touch starved pair. Adam absolutely loved it, it helped calm him down and made him feel loved, he didn’t care if Scott thought it was gay. He has a hunch he’s just jealous.

Jesse’s friends never seemed to notice or cared too much, not in a bad way, but they’re just chill like that and it helped that they all liked Adam. He could recall the time Badger walked in on them cuddling once, not realizing how close they were. He didn’t even comment on it and just claimed he was looking for a snack, it was a funny memory looking back on it.

Jesse leaned his cheek against Adam, brushing against his skin softly exhaling. His hand on his waist, the other on his stomach. Adam reached for his hand, their fingers intertwined.

“Adam?”

Adam’s eyes looked over and smiled, he shifted to wrap his arms around him, nuzzling his face into his neck. Their limbs were all tangled now and were just pressed against together.

“Jesse.”

The two giggle, Adam pulls away and Jesse cups his cheek rubbing small circles on it.

“I love you so much, I love you, I know how weird it sounds-”

“No- no it’s not weird man, it’s not weird at all, I love you too.”

Jesse holds him close, Adam returns the embrace.

“You’ll… always love me, no matter what, right? Even if I’m not a real man?”

“You are a real man. You’ll always be my man, okay?” Jesse kisses his forehead softly, Adam blushes lightly.

”You’ll always be my man too.”

They both grinned, as their lips met once again.

[spookypool]

adam stanheight/lawrence gordon | 500 words

warnings: self hatred, self deprecation.

(The doctor kisses him as if he's never loved anyone with such sincerity before, hands cradling his cheeks—don't think about the bathroom—like he's porcelain, as if he'll break. It annoys Adam to no end, drives him up the wall, but all at the same time makes him feel on top of the world.)

—

Adam is fucking angry.

He's always angry, and when he's not angry he's always at least a little bit pissed off. He justifies it to himself because he deserves to be pissed off sometimes, he deserves to be angry.

It still doesn't make him feel better about himself. It doesn't make him feel better about himself because he knows that he is fucked up, has fucked up, and will continue to fuck up—that’s what he is, a fuck up.

He was the unwanted child of unsuspecting parents, the unwanted daughter and then, later, the unwanted son. He's the unwanted friend, the unwanted lover, undeserving of love.

Lawrence makes him feel like, sometimes, this is all untrue. He makes Adam feel wanted, deserving, desirable—it doesn't feel right. Adam's whole life he's been a burden, and several people had told him that to his face. His parents, Scott Tibbs, all of his previous girlfriends and, occasionally, boyfriends.

But not Lawrence.

Lawrence is loving. Lawrence refers to him sweetly with soft words that leave him feeling warm, touches him with gentle hands and holds him just the same. He calls Adam darling and tells him that he's worth something, that he's worth everything.

The doctor kisses him as if he's never loved anyone with such sincerity before, hands cradling his cheeks—don't think about the bathroom—like he's porcelain, as if he'll break. It annoys Adam to no end, drives him up the wall, but all at the same time makes him feel on top of the world. At first, he convinced himself it was out of pity, out of Lawrence's own deep-rooted guilt, but now he knows that it's because the doctor loves him impossibly.

He loves Lawrence, too. Impossibly, unrestrained, so much that it sometimes hurts.

He's fucked up. He's angry.

Lawrence is fucking wonderful, and Adam's fucked up and angry and ugly with it. He screams, he shouts, he punches dents into the walls that Lawrence has to patch up afterwards.

He doesn't deserve the doctor's kindness. He tells Lawrence day in and day out that he deserves better, that Adam isn't the person that he should stick around for because in the end everything is going to crash and burn and it will all be Adam’s fault. Just like it always is.

But, among everything else, Lawrence is patient.

He holds Adam's hands gently and kisses his knuckles, speaks to him soft and low to comfort him when all Adam can feel is rage. Rage at the world, at himself, at Jigsaw, rage because he's fucking scared every single day.

Every time, Lawrence's lips press to his own, and all of his worries are quelled beneath the warmth. The bathroom was cold, but Lawrence is warm, and even just for a fleeting moment, the freeze that has made a home within him is chased away.

Despite his cigarettes and bruised knuckles, Lawrence still loves him—Adam has never felt so wholly wanted in his life, and even though he's still not sure he deserves it, he knows that it's sincere.

—

my ao3

[scott-tibbs-is-dead]

for admin… if no ones asked this yet, why’d you choose to make a scott blog/when did you watch the documentary?

—gushingveins admin hellllo heeeelllo friend

OOC:

this was the pipeline to my love of Scott tibbs:

Watch saw 2 for the first time ever two years ago -> become obsessed with saw 2 and love little baby Daniel matthews -> find out what his shirt references (wrath of the gods) -> deep dive on WOTD and find out about the existence of the STD (Scott tibbs documentary) -> become OBSESSED with the STD and saw 2

I now own the saw 2 dvd with the std and have a wrath of the gods shirt :L

I have no explanation of why I latched onto Scott but if you ask my friends they say he’s my type so. Sharp teef and crazy eyes. Also, doomed yaoi.

Also, hi. :3

[sawiibaseballbat]

RANDOM SCOTT TIBBS REFS

[d0rky-0utfits]

HES DIED???? (in reference to scott tibbs)

drops this here

[montparnasse]

(unintentional) scream reference in the scott tibbs documentary 🥰🥰

[stuckinthefloor]

oh that’s absolutely fine sorry if that made you uncomfortable! can u write it with adam instead pls?

hello anon! here’s your drabble :) another short one, but hope you like it!! (and it’s okay dude you didn’t make me uncomfortable!)

obviously had to shove my love of house of 1000 corpses AND leigh’s sclerae into this…whoops lmao

prompt: will u write a lil drabble abt watching a movie and kissing for the first time with adam?

You and Adam had known each other through a mutual friend, Scott Tibbs. You’d flirted with each other at gigs for Scott’s band (Adam had pulled the “can I take your picture” line several times) and became relatively close.

However, there were a couple of months when Adam didn’t show up to any of Scott’s shitty gigs. No one to make fun of the band with, flirt with, and just hang out with. You started to miss Adam and even asked Scott about it, to which he just shrugged and said something about Adam getting kidnapped. You assumed it was just a dumb joke, some mildly distasteful off-handed comment. That was until Adam finally showed up to Scott’s first show in December.

He looked mildly disheveled, but even after talking to him for a few minutes, you could tell he was healing. He was raw, physically and emotionally. Nervous in a room surrounded by dark corners and mysterious people, but secure in the bright presence of you. Despite a more depressive outlook, Adam nearly glowed in your presence.

So, you took a chance. You made a bold move by asking Adam if he wanted to leave the show early and watch a movie you had rented. He was hesitant, but he accepted your offer. It was nice, being alone with him through the car ride and the walk up to your apartment. He talked about the past couple of months in recovery, therapy, and his new career as a freelance photographer. Adam also gushed about the cat he had gotten, named Arthur, while you popped popcorn. You can quickly tell he’s loved taking care of it and even showed you a couple of pictures of him on the camera he brought to Scott’s show.

You had rented House of 1000 Corpses and, from what you had watched, it was good. Just, not as good as the man sitting next to you. You couldn’t stop glancing at him as he ate popcorn and giggled at the movie. He eventually caught you staring, immediately teasing you.

“If you wanna kiss me so bad, you should do it instead of staring at me like a creep.”

For a beat, you almost considered returning to the movie, ignoring what he said completely. Yet, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, it seemed.

“Okay, if you want it so bad you’re outright suggesting it, then I will.” you said, matter-of-factly, and scooted close to him. You cupped his cheek as he looked up at you with wide eyes, the whites of them bright through the vague darkness of your apartment. His breathing became heavy as he stared at your lips, waiting for you to make a move. You licked your lips quickly before pressing them to his. The kiss was soft, at first, until Adam’s hands were shoved into your hair and he began pulling on it to bring you closer. The kiss was deep and messy, as if he was trying to devour you and your love whole, just with a single kiss. Lips pressed together, teeth clashed, and tongues explored until he pulled away to breathe.

“I didn’t expect that to happen tonight,” he said, the blush on his cheeks now visible with how close you were.

“It can happen again, and as many times as you want to, Adam.”

“I think I’d like that,” he said, quietly, as he pulled you down for another kiss.

[elisaphoenix13]

Cyan Scales

Tony walks into his room to grab his tablet off the nightstand and he pauses when he hears splashing in the connecting bathroom. Was Stephen taking a bath? He only took those when he had a long day, and it would make sense since Tony and Peter hadn't seen him come home. The sorcerer probably portaled directly to the bathroom.

At least it wasn't the shower. Last time Stephen portaled into the shower, he had been slimed and although the many rounds of sex that followed were amazing, Tony just wasn't down for that right now. He had a long day himself and it wasn't even over.

"Babe? You in a fish mood?" Tony asks as he walks over to the closed bathroom door and raises a brow when he hears frantic splashing.

"Don't come in!" 

"...why?" Tony asks carefully.

"I'm...not decent." Stephen responds lamely, and with the tone that he even knew that sounded lame.

Tony chuckles. "It's a bit late for that Stephanie." The engineer says as he opens the door. "I've seen every inch of--"

Tony freezes when he enters the bathroom. There, sitting in their rather large tub, was Stephen...but he had a tail. A fish tail. A cyan colored fish tail. The doctor blushes hotly as his husband continues to stare and he sighs heavily.

"Not a word Tony."

Stephen's voice broke the other man's trance and he bursts into laughter, resulting in getting splashed by the annoyed doctor. "Peter!" Tony shouts. "Mama Bear took fish mood to a whole new level!"

"I'm not coming in there! I'm already scarred for life!" The teen shouts from downstairs and Stephen sighs with relief.

"Nothing scarring here Underoos! Just get your butt up here! You'll love it!"

Stephen glares at Tony when they hear Peter groan loudly, and the sorcerer prepares himself for the teens guaranteed laughter when he arrives. Peter shuffles into the bathroom skeptically and carefully looks over Tony's shoulder, and his snickers quickly turn into full blown laughter that renews Tony's own. Stephen glowers at them for a full two minutes as they finally calm down, and they wipe their eyes free of mirthful tears.

"Mom...when we called it fish mood--"

"Do not finish that sentence." Stephen grumbles. "A spell went wrong and turned me into this, but Wong kicked me out. He didn't want me to get the books wet, so now I'm stuck here while he finds a spell to fix this."

"Honey, that can't be comfortable. There's a pool down on the training floor if--"

Tony blinks when Stephen opens another portal before diving through it and he and Peter look at each other when it closes. They trip over each other as they rush down to the elevator and take it down to the training floor, and quickly find Stephen "stretching out" by swimming around. Tony approaches the edge of the pool and crouches down just as the doctor swims up to him, and grins.

"How does that chlorine taste?"

"It was awful until I used my magic to purify the water." Stephen responds and flicks some water up at Tony.

"Better though?" Peter asks and the sorcerer nods.

"I'll be much happier when I have legs again." He notices the growing twinkle in Peter's eyes and he points at the teen. "Cub, I swear to the Vishanti, if you make me watch The Little Mermaid on an endless loop, I will put you in a timeout portal!"

"Whatttt?! Psh! I wasn't going to--" Peter stops when both Stephen and Tony give him a look. "Okay, yeah. I was totally going to do that."

Unfortunately, Tony couldn't stay any longer. He was already late as it was to his next meeting, and this new development with Stephen had made him even later. So he gave his wife a kiss and ruffled Peter's hair, earning an annoyed groan from the teen, and left for the rest of his day. Then Peter had decathlon practice to get to even though it was a Saturday because Nationals was around the corner, and had to leave not ten minutes later, leaving Stephen alone.

He got bored and lonely fast. The loneliness being the stronger feeling because he was stuck in this damn pool. He couldn't even portal to a lake or the ocean or anything because the water would be too cold for his hands, even as he was now. He was stuck waiting in the pool with no one to talk to. Once upon a time, he would have reveled in the quiet but not anymore. The quiet would have been more bearable if he had soemthing to occupy himself with but he didn't. All he could do was swim...and that lost its appeal within the first ten minutes.

So he was left to his thoughts without anything to do and that was never a good thing. He somehow managed to keep himself from depressing thoughts, and he also realized that Tony always gave him something to do or distracted him with endless chatter if he ever caught Stephen staring off at nothing. Crossword puzzles, reviewing contracts and paperwork to make sure Tony didn't miss anything, rambles about new suit upgrades, and even poked him with sharp objects. Of course the last one always got Stephen glaring at his husband and threatening to send him free-falling, but he never noticed until now that Tony had been distracting him. Even if it meant he would sleep on the couch that night, he always kept Stephen out of his head in whatever way he could.

Stephen maybe loved him a little more now.

Peter did it too but he stuck with rambling about anything and everything, or cuddles.

The Sorcerer Supreme was stuck with his tail longer than expected and had to spend the night in the pool, and that had made him feel even more lonely. He missed the feeling of Tony's body heat against his back, the engineer's strong hold, the breath on the back of his neck...he even missed the times when Tony would lightly snore. Sometimes into his ear which drove Stephen bonkers at times.

He didn't sleep that night. He felt too cold after the reminder of what he didn't have. Stephen took to lazily swimming around the pool instead, and trying not to think about how empty and alone he felt. He wanted company. Anyone would do, even Tibbs or Levi would be a step up at this point.

He got Sam. The man had come down to the training room for his morning routine and didn't bother hiding his look of surprise when he saw Stephen in the pool.

"Hey Mama Bear. Couldn't sleep?" 

"Among other things." Stephen grumbles and watches warily as Sam approaches the pool. The darker male quickly notices his fish tail, but instead of laughing, he just gave the doctor a weird look.

"Is that what everyone means by you being in a fish mood?"

"No. This was an accident."

Sam throws his hands up in the hair. "Then what the hell does fish mood mean?!" Stephen smirks in response and Sam rolls his eyes. "Screw you man."

"Tony has that covered quite well actually."

"Ugh."

The Falcon goes over to the farther corner of the floor to work through his routine, and the noise he made helped Stephen's loneliness. Steve and Bucky were the next to arrive on the training floor, and his conversation with them was similar to Sam's, except they were more accepting of the situation. They were used to weird at this point and just shrugged before joining Sam. The rest of the morning passed by with arriving and exiting team members, and Stephen was happy when Peter came down in his swim trunks to spend time with the sorcerer.

The teen's cannonball, however, left Stephen a little less impressed.

"Was that necessary?"

Peter grins when the doctor asks him that after he surfaces. "It's a rule Mom."

"Right...where's your father?"

"I think he's asleep still. Yes, he actually went to bed last night." The teen's says to his mother's skeptical look.

"That makes one of us." Stephen mutters under his breath, and splashes Peter with water when his son looks at him with concern. "How was practice yesterday?"

His question was distraction enough. Peter had gone off about how hard MJ was working them recently, but it wasn't so bad since they had gone out for pizza. The teen only had a few slices to put on a show of being a normal teenager, but he did buy a couple more boxes for himself when he left. The talk of food had Stephen's stomach growling loudly, and he was pretty sure it echoed throughout the room because the remaining team members had burst into laughter.

"Do we need to find some kelp or plankton for you to eat Mama Bear?" Clint teases. 

"What do...merpeople...even eat?" Scott asks.

Stephen sighs heavily and resists the urge to smack his head against the ground by the pool. Stone wasn't a friend to anybody's forehead. "I can eat normal food you know."

Even Natasha had put in her two cents. "We can't give him fish guys."

"Fish are friends--" Peter starts with a grin and the rest of the team (sans Stephen) finish.

"...Not food."

The teen brushes away a fake tear. "I'm so proud of you guys."

Stephen groans. "Another Disney reference? Really?" He looks up from where he had earlier laid his head on his arms when a portal forms and the doctor finds Wong with a book. "Please tell me you can fix this. I've already suffered through the threat of having to watch a Disney movie on an endless loop and the children just quoted one..." A collective 'hey!' resounds through the room at the children term and Wong raises a brow.

"Maybe I should leave you like this for a little while longer."

"Please don't."

Wong smirks but opens the book. "Might want to grab your swimsuit or something."

Stephen's eyes widen slightly in understanding and he opens a small portal to grab his swim trunks. "Peter, close your eyes."

Peter didn't need to be told twice. He swam a little ways away and turned with his eyes closed, and the darker skinned sorcerer conjures the reversal spell. In the blink of an eye, Stephen had his legs back and he hurriedly pulls on his swim shorts before giving Peter the okay. The others went back to their training while Stephen was turned back to normal, and he was thankful for that because when he got put of the pool and tried to stand, he had faltered. Swimming with his legs back was one thing, but standing was entirely another. In the short time he had the tail, he had grown used to it but adjusting back to his normal form would only take a few moments. Peter, to his credit, had bit his lip to keep himself from making Little Mermaid references, and helped Stephen up to the penthouse. Wong had portaled away after being kind enough to cast one more spell to instantly dry both Peter and Stephen, and they had made their way to the elevator.

"Food first. I'm starving." The doctor admits.

Peter looks up at him sheepishly as he helps him to the table. "Now that I think about it, we forgot to feed you didn't we?"

Stephen gives him a deadpan look. "Did you really just compare me to a pet goldfish?"

"Nah. You're tail was too pretty. Maybe a beta."

"...you're grounded."

[scott-tibbs-is-dead]

Scott’s whole body seems to pause as he thinks.

“man… it shouldn’t be that hard to miss. You just gotta shoot them in the face. Right? What about a pink taser. Is that easier? Or, yknow, they have this cat key chain that actually works as brass knuckles. Have you seen those?”

Scott seems very proud at being able to figure it out and he shoots Thad an easy if not very cocky grin. “hell yeah, that’s me, thee very intelligent Scott tibbs. I read people like books, baby!”

he laughs at himself. Will he ever stop referring to himself in the third person? (Unlikely). he lets out a prideful huff and nods accordingly.

“Good. I’m glad you like it. I work hard on those designs you know! And when people ask you can tell them about this super awesome band called wrath of the gods…” He ends the sentence with jazz hands and looks back at Thad with a grin.

ೃ⁀➷ ❜ SCOTT! HI SCOTT!!! ❛

Thad is basically RUNNING OVER AT FULL SPEED before almost running right into him, the only reason why she just BARELY missed was because of her stumbling over her own platform boots. Holy shit that was terrifying. She brushed the non existent dirt off her sweater before exhaling, taking a moment to quickly process that.

ೃ⁀➷ ❜ Shoot- sorry, sorry! I’ve been going around basically YELLING at people for stuff, not really! But hiii!! Can I ask a question? ❛

…Oh god she has the notebook. Oh, the deal they made last time, right! She pulled out a fifty dollar bill from her purse and held it out to him with a grin,

ೃ⁀➷ ❜ I remembered the money because of that agreement we had for 50 bucks per question! The question isn’t about Jigsaw I promise! ❛

~ @screamingqueenxoxo

Scott grins and waves a little as he sees Thad. Finally, some quality entertainment around here! And, oooh what’s that? It’s pay day? His shark like grin manages to grow wider and more maniacally as he accepts the fifty dollar bill, shoving it into his pocket.

“Hi to you to. Yeah, I’ve noticed — good for you. Doing good investigative work, or whatever.”

hey man, game recognizes game.

“all right, shoot, what’s your question?” He asks, all too confident it’ll be an easy answer. Clearly this couldn’t go wrong at all.