#peter outerbridge

SAW VI (2009) dir. Kevin Greutert

post trap siblings at jigsaw survivors group

He watches everything: JJ’s eyes are always scanning the room when you’re out together. Not because he’s paranoid—because he’s calculating. Who’s looking at you. Who’s getting too close. Who needs to be reminded that you’re his.

He walks you home, no matter what: Even if it’s 3 a.m. and you say you’re fine, JJ insists. He’ll walk you all the way, hoodie pulled up, hand in yours, saying, “I don’t care if it’s five minutes. I’m not letting you walk alone.”

He memorizes your habits: JJ knows how you take your coffee, what songs calm you down, and which hoodie you reach for when you’re sad. He uses that knowledge like armor—ready to protect your peace before you even ask.

He gets jealous—but it’s deeper than that: When someone flirts with you, JJ doesn’t just get territorial. He gets quiet. Withdrawn. Because deep down, he’s scared someone else might treat you better than he ever could.

He’ll fight for you—literally: JJ doesn’t start fights unless it’s about you. If someone disrespects you, he’s already stepping forward, fists clenched, voice low: “Say that again. I dare you.”

He checks in constantly: Not in a controlling way—just in a “you good?” kind of way. He’ll text you after you leave, call you if you’re out late, and always ask if you made it home safe.

He shields you from his pain: JJ’s been through hell, but he tries to keep that weight off your shoulders. He’ll joke through his trauma, deflect with sarcasm, anything to keep you from worrying about him.

He’s soft with you, even when he’s angry: JJ could be in the middle of a shouting match with someone else, but the second you touch his arm or say his name, he softens. You’re his calm in the chaos.

He gives you his hoodie, his necklace, his world: That shark tooth necklace? It’s not just a gift—it’s a symbol. A promise. “You’re mine. And I’m yours.”