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bakerstreet2025-05-27 08:21 pm
shyestfairy) wrote in bakerstreet2025-05-27 08:21 pm
No matter what they say
You have to look out for them. There's no other option, really.
No matter whether you're gruff, as sweet as can be, an asshole, morally bankrupt, the straightest arrow, kind, socially awkward, or just a normal person, you never expected for someone to come into your life and take up residence in your heart so quickly and so completely. You could be denying their impact, even still, but you can't explain away your desire to protect them. See, they may not be smaller than you - though they could possibly be - and they may not be younger, yet you have to look out for them. They just need it, their own strength or weakness be damned.
And, on some level, you need to do it, because it seems like each other are the only ones you've got.
Life-or-death post-apocalyptic world, dangerous adventure, or even something like making sure they know how to navigate everyday life, you just don't want them hurt. They could be a pain in the ass, but they're your pain in the ass and you'll
...they're looking out for you, too? Now, don't get too crazy...
♡ This meme is for people who have someone important in their lives, whether it be a peer, someone younger, or even someone younger, that they feel responsible for. The inspiration for it is all those badass action dudes who get a child companion who tears down their walls, but there are so many options and different ways to take it!
♡ There's also a romantic option because why not?
♡ Reply with your character, canon, their information and where they'd fit in the meme. You may also want to pick which angle, romantic or platonic, you'd prefer if you have a strong preference, as well as any age restrictions for certain options and scenes.
♡ Reply to others. Have fun, be creative, make up AUs, what have you.
PROMPTS
PLATONIC: Family is who you choose, and that's what you view them as...begrudgingly or not.
ROMANTIC: It began as protection, but feelings caused it to be something more.
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( every night he can't help but wonder how things could have been if he hadn't gone after gordon, if he had just picked a different line of work and if he had managed to succumb to his injuries. yet every night without much thought to his own predicament, adam was forced to accept that this was his life now. amanda had ultimately decided to take mercy on him during that night and set him free— he wasn't quite sure of the reason why, something about it not being fair but whatever it was, he was a wreck for a long time after.
he did as he was told, roped into helping jigsaw and the others without question. there was no way in hell he wanted a repeat of what happened before and yet little by little, that personality he had slowly began to seep through. the more time he spent with amanda helping her directly, working side by side, the more he began to feel like his old self.
even if the threat of torture and death still loomed over his mind again.
today was no different— they were setting up the warehouse for a new game, a new batch of kidnappees and they were moving around some heavy machinery. usually adam wasn't opposed to helping amanda, in fact most of the time he did so without question. he didn't claim or accept that he had forgiven her, but he certainly didn't hold a grudge against her. he saw very quickly what kind of woman she was and how much she depended on jigsaw's approval— in a way he felt sorry for her. yet today he wasn't as amicable and as peachy as he would claim himself to be. he was being a bit of a dick. )
You know, if you use the rolling cart like I told you to, you wouldn't have to carry such heavy stuff all by yourself.
( on cue, he kicked said cart towards her, the empty warehouse being filled with the sounds of wheels squeaking and scratching the porcelain floor as it went on. )
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(Amanda wasn’t sure what compelled her to save Adam. She had initially watched him the slightest hint of pity and debated about just putting him out of his misery. She had been so close to it. Starving to death would have been too cruel, same with dehydration. He had looked rough. Far from the guy who took her picture on the stairs.
He had been hanging around ever since…
And she still wasn’t sure where she stood with him. Some days she could see the person he had been and other days were like this…
He could go about his tasks and work with her, but he was kind of a dick and it made getting through the long hours unbearable.)
Hey, watch it, asshole…
(Amanda then finds herself quickly darting out of the way as the cart barreling in her direction. Adam had kicked it harder than she thought, not that it didn’t need to be handled a little roughly in the first place especially as the wheels sucked on it. A big reason why she had refused to place all the heavy objects that she needed to take into the other room. It was faster and easier to just make a couple of trips versus try pushing that rusted junk around.
She winces at the sound of the cart’s wheels squeaking and scratching the floor up as it passes her and hits the wall.)
And I told you… it’s faster to carry everything myself. That piece of shit can barely move once you put even one thing on it…
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yet here he was, stuck with his kidnapper-slash-fellow-hostage in a situation that felt unbearable. he tried his best not to think about the next victims, the people they were tasked with kidnapping because if he did, all he could think about was his own predicament.
so in a way this was just him letting out his frustrations. yet surprisingly, they always eventually found a way to balance things out and return to a more neutral ground. they truly were like siblings who fought and bickered when things got tough, but eventually came to a mutual understanding. tonight though? it would take some time to get to that point.
as the cart hit the wall, he kicked his right foot against the ground, a screeching sound filling the room yet again. )
Yeah but then you get tired from lugging around shit and then I have to carry you to the car and buy you fast food and deal with your bitchin'.
( his voice isn't quite to a level of anger, but there's annoyance festering behind each of his words. )
Here just let me carry the next thing....
( in the meantime he's quick to hustle over to the cart, stepping on it causing it to kick up and fall again with a loud thud. )
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And I hadn’t been feeling well that night…
(Or really she was in a particularly triggered mood. She was stopping and storming around the warehouse and cursing at anything she touched. It was what passed for “sick” for her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a cold but the days where everything just grated at her nerves both inside and out… she had those days like how some people caught colds.
She had to keep busy that day, keep moving. There was the constant reminder in her head that John’s time was short, fleeting compared to her’s. So she went as far as to move everything and then some to its proper places. She even managed to finish at least one trap before she felt herself being pulled away from the annoying flickering lights and into the freezing, wet, night air.)
And you insisted on getting food…
(She almost says but just as quickly decides against it when she catches the level of annoyance he has in his tone: Don’t rewrite history to make yourself a victim.)
You told me I had to eat. Then forced me to Taco Bell…
(Because hadn’t eaten all day and even since the day before. She had been swaying on her feet.
She then sees Adam going towards the cart and realizes he’s annoyed and saying he’s going to take something and carry it for her.)
No!
…I got it. Go back to whatever it was you were supposed do be doing.
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( there's resentment in his response and while he tried his best to ignore the fact that she was responsible for his life now being this, it was difficult to always let things settle away without any bitterness in the mix. still he turned his head down towards the cart, looking at it as she continued on yelling him—
was their life always going to be like this? it was a thought he wondered as she ordered him around. arguing, bickering, seeing her struggle to try and be perfect for jigsaw [because adam refused to see him as a person, as a man named john despite working for him], and dealing with her own issues?
it was difficult for him to stay mad really, so most of his sentiments now were mostly from annoyance. )
What if I don't want to huh?
( he placed his foot on the edge of the cart once more, kicking it back up and holding it in place. adam lifted his head up towards amanda, a smug and defiant expression taking over his face before he licked his lips and spoke to her. )
What if I do both your work and mine, tell him and make him realize we don't need you?
( he's really not trying to usurp her— only to rile her up a bit. )
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(Her words start off a growl. It was like being slapped.)
Fuck you… fuck you, fuck you…
(Then her eyes narrow and she snaps. Her tone growing dangerous, beyond just annoyance or even mock anger.
That, that threat, was a particularly dangerous one to make in her eyes. She would never, ever allow that. No matter who too big for his britches and threatened it.)
Fuck. You.
(Amanda’s eyes are burning with a mixture of anxiety and anger as she stands there and stares Adam down. They dart wildly at the items in her arms and then to the rest and then to Adam once more. Her body was tense. Her grip on what was in her arms tightening.
Because she can’t. She can’t disappoint him. She was the first survivor. The first to pass. The first with potential. He had already put so, so much effort into her. Taught her so much. Showed her more patience than anyone else had ever. What would happen if she was a failure? If Adam did that and John did decide she was no longer needed…
If she was deemed useless…)
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( his voice is full of a subtle annoyance, but still he can't bring himself to be outright angry. partially because he knew what she was capable of, and partially because he didn't care to hear another lecture from that man about how they couldn't be successful in their goals and intentions if they were just arguing and fighting with each other all day.
so while he started it, adam knew deep down in the end that he was going to be the one to end it. that was at least until she began to toss the items at him, causing him to yell out with a different curse before he began to try and doge the items. as they came volleying at him, he moved his body around before he finally got hit in the head by one of the more heavier items. once it happened, he bent down on the knees and held his hand to his head, crying out to amanda. )
Jesus, was that really necessary? I was just kidding you know? If you're this tightly wound up and easy to upset, do you really think you should be here? What are you going to do when one of his 'chosen' ones talks back to you huh? Kill them before the game even starts?
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(Amanda immediately stops herself from tossing anything else at Adam the moment he ends up on his knees and clutching his hand. The flare of anger, much like that of a fire tornado, fizzles out as she watches him crumple and hears him yelling out to her.)
No, no… I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t do that…(Her voice grows small.)
…don’t…
(Amanda cautiously makes her way over to him and tries to pry his hand away - in her mind attempting to be gentle- from where the item had hit him. She wants to see what she did. She knows she’s going to need the first aid kit, at the least. Even from here it looks like he was going to have a cut and even a bad bruise.
Her hands are shaking, her heart thudding in her chest like it was ready to smash her ribcage into pieces and fly off.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.)
I… I… wouldn’t do that to anyone who was picked…
(Amanda’s hands begin to tremble slightly.)
That wasn’t… you weren’t kidding… don’t say that you were…
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( by now his voice was strained and heavy, full of resentment and bitterness he swore he had left behind in that room but with one look of his eyes they both knew what he was hinting at. in a different world, different time she most certainly wouldn't have saved him at all. even in his weakened state, feeling like he was on the edge of dying he could see that look in her eyes— the one that wanted to mercy kill him, not save him.
yet he can't bring himself to save it, be it fear of her actually doing it or breaking what little goodwill the two had, whatever the answer was, he was stopped in his tracks as she began to approach him. he recoiled only a bit, eyes observing to see what she would do before he finally relented and allowed his arms to drop in defense. )
I....I think you could do better than this. You were saved right from drugs and relapsing again? Well is this really what you wanted? Tell me right now it is and I'll shut up about it. Won't mention it ever again and I'll—
( and because to a degree he really did care about her like a little sister, he decided to say the words he had been holding back for a long time now. )
I'll support you. But if you really don't want to do this, if you really hate it....I'll support that too.
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(Her voice is small as she answers Adam’s question. She knows if she does that she will die that way, alone, unnoticed for entirely too long. She had no family left besides a “father” who was more of a monster than she was and wouldn’t be able to look up from the bottom of the bottle to answer any phone calls about her corpse. If he was even still alive, that is. He could be dead and rotting for all she knew and cared.
The world would definitely be better without him. Yet the reminder just dug in how little anyone cared before. But now, she was here and it was different. There were people here. Not many. But two was enough. It had to be.
Because let’s face it, she had no one before and no one was bound to miss a rudderless addict who overdosed. Someone hopeless and without any prospects, contributing nothing to the world.
This had to be enough.)
And I… I have to stay. I don’t have a choice, especially now. He saved me. I can’t walk away from that. Especially after everything that’s happened since…
(But it’s obvious that this life is putting Amanda under a heavy strain. That this life is actively making Amanda worse. Even worse than the one time she attempted therapy- she had thought an older woman would have been a safe person to go with, boy that had been a mistake. She had never felt so miserable and used by the end of that six months. It was like she was being actively pinned down and actively kept broken by being told what she wanted to hear over and over again. Sessions were just chats as if the old woman was looking for gossip.
Amanda, for all her flaws, wasn’t entirely stupid. It took longer than it should have for her realize that it wasn’t working but it had been so nice at first… feeling, thinking that she was being heard.
And she had been scared to leave then too. The woman had known so much, so many dark secrets. Just like John at the least knew enough, just from their activities, that if he wanted he could turn her in and pin every single game on her.
She wonders if Adam’s presence is why she has begun to slip in her progress, began to question orders a little more often than she had before. John was starting to grow tired of answering, justifying. She could tell. He had disliked her saving him. But tolerated it because it kept her from clinging to him as much and, in some ways it was beneficial to have an extra set of hands. He must have liked the idea of additional muscle around.
After all, John was eyeing others now. Like that idiot, jackass Hoffman… and Amanda hated how someone wasn’t even tested was now so close to the older man.)
I can’t. I can’t, Adam. I can’t.