Jul 3, 2015
britstevensxn
Their books fall to the floor and hit the linoleum with a harsh CLAP. Various faces in the hallway turn and stare at the mess he’s made.
“I--I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there---”
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britstevensxn
Their books fall to the floor and hit the linoleum with a harsh CLAP. Various faces in the hallway turn and stare at the mess he’s made.
“I--I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there---”
prompt: Adam's proposal to Brit ( because now i'm hella curious )
His hands are so sweaty, it’s disgusting. It doesn’t help that it’s the hottest part of the day, it doesn’t help that they’re at the beach, and it doesn’t help that it’s the middle of June. There’s nothing particularly special about today–nothing beyond the usual, at least. He’s been carrying the ring around for two weeks now, every single day, waiting for the perfect moment.
The way his heart is pounding in his chest tells him that moment is now.
Brit is wonderfully free-spirited today, without her prosthetic and not paying it any mind. For the first time in a very long time, she seems truly happy with herself, and it only solidifies Adam’s decision. Today is a beautiful day, from the weather to his girlfriend to the way the ocean rolls to their feet in deep blue waves.
Adam stands and dusts sand off him as best he can; he walks out to where Brit is knee deep in the water, where she’s laughing kindly at other beach goers. He comes up behind her and wraps her in a hug, tucking his chin against shoulder.
As she tells him about her new found friends, something inside Adam freezes: what if she wants something bigger? Something with all their family and friends around, or maybe somewhere more crowded so that more people can bear witness?
It’s not until she’s giving him a curious and amused look that Adam shakes off the worry. He links their fingers and guides her from the water carefully and wordlessly. Adam grins at her, though, knowing that if he tries to speak he’ll ruin the whole thing.
Still without speaking, he grabs the bottle of sunscreen and lathers more onto Brit’s shoulders and back. He peppers kisses along her skin as well despite the less than favorable taste of the sunscreen. When she finally begins to get endearingly impatient, Adam reaches for the RING, in its box, sitting at the bottom of their beach bag.
The look on her face is priceless, as is her exceptionally loud gasp that draws the attention of their neighboring beach goers. Adam is shaking even as Brit nods her head, shaking even as he stands and slips the delicate ring onto her finger. He’s shaking even as she tugs him in for a deep kiss—and wouldn’t want it any other way.
Kill Me ( britstevensxn -- you didn't think you were gonna get away with that scissor thing that easy did you? )
BRIT is gasping for air, her body going pale and cold in Adam’s arms. She’s cradled in his grasp, resting in his lap where they’re collapsed on the floor. Panic is burning through Adam’s veins and bile is rising in his throats. If he thought their tests before were horrific, they were nothing compared to this.
“Brit,” Adam mumbles, blood bubbling at his lips and spilling to where their hands rest, linked, on her chest. “Brit, baby,” they don’t often break out pet names, but in this moment Adam can’t stop himself, “Brit, please, talk to me.” A fresh stream of tears run down his grimy cheeks, mixing with the blood on his face and spilling dull red over his skin and clothes.
Brit groans, no words and only PAIN. Her chest heaves and the pool of blood around them seems to grow. She finally opens her eyes to look directly at Adam. Her lips move without sound. Adam hates the look she’s giving him: one of pain and desperation, one that is just as pleading as his own tone.
His gaze is blurred by tears but Brit has enough strength to point beside them, only a few feet away—
The gun.
The gun that they had carried along with them since the first room where Brit had to shoot Adam for whatever sick reason Jigsaw had decided. Brit’s lips are fast turning blue and she groans again.
A soft “please” falls from her lips. Adam shakes his head vigorously, rocking his body with her’s and holding her closer.
“No, no no no,” Adam is only making it worse by trying to avoid the inevitable. They were told at the start that only one would survive, and that one would leave as a murderer. Despite their best efforts to exploit every possible loophole with every test, Jigsaw was going to win again.
It was simply TOO MUCH.
Chest wracked with sobs, Adam lays Brit gently down on the ground, moving her from his lap so he can crawl to where the gun sits. Once it’s in his hands, he sits again and shakes, watching Brit from a distance. He scoots his way back as slowly as he can without being tortuous.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He whimpers over and over and over again. Despite it all, Brit gives his a soft smile. It doesn’t put him at peace with what’s about to happen, not even close; if anything it makes the whole thing worse. Adam kneels over Brit’s stomach and points the gun at her chest—at her heart. He can’t bear to shoot her in the head, he can’t ruin her beautiful face and the words open casket are haunting his deepest thoughts.
He swallows uneasily and presses the barrel of the gun against Brit’s chest. “B-Brit, I love you.” He says, praying for a last response, to hear those words from her one last painful time.
Brit instead raises her hand and lays it on top of Adam’s arm; she squeezes reassuringly and nods again. Still, no sound escapes aside from the softest whisper he’s ever heard. It’s exactly what he wants to hear and he hates the words as much as he cherishes them.
He SCREAMS to cover up the sound of the gun going off, and he keeps screaming long after the ringing in his ears has stopped.
britstevensxn I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA AND I’M AIMING TO MAKE YOU CRY
“Don’t you dare laugh.” (britstevensxn)
Adam snickers despite her command–he can’t help it, because NOW of all times and places she feels the need to tell him off. They’re standing together, hands clasped, and much of their family and friends surrounding them in arranged seating. It’s their god damn wedding, and Brit is blushing like a tomato, and the contrast is stark against the ivory white of her gown and veil. Her gaze is focused intently on Adam, and his grin only widens.
Her harsh whisper is snuck in as the minister begins the ceremony. Her bridesmaids and his groomsmen catch it and little smirks dart across their expressions.
Adam feels his knees grow weak, staring at his bride-to-be’s blushing face. The minister seems to take forever, long enough for Adam to not so quietly whisper back,
“I could never laugh at you. ”
“I’m a mess.” (britstevensxn)
Adam’s heart aches as he stares at his girlfriend; he steps up and cups her face, pushing her long brown hair back and out of her face. “No,” he tells her firmly, bringing her close to him, almost nose to nose. “No, you’re not.” He knows the struggle she grows through every day, inside and out, mentally and physically. He knows it well from observing, from what she’s told him, from the similar experiences he’s had.
“You’re not a mess.” Adam assures her, kissing her forehead and wrapping her in a hug.
some brit stevenson for britstevensxn
( britstevensxn )
he had constantly been told that he needed to heal, that he needed help being fixed. maybe he didn’t want to be fixed, maybe he wanted to stay broken, then he wouldn’t have to get involved with people. but he was here. well, not yet, he was on his way to a “survivor’s” meeting, if you could call them that. he stopped, lighting up a cigarette almost instantly and taking a long drag. he exhaled the smoke and looked up. “what?” he asked the woman before him.