#actually elliot’s anger. because something bad had happened and i was angry and there was no where to

[humanveil]

i need someone to spray me with water whenever i start thinking about elliot stabler

[foryouthem00n]

SFW Alphabet - Elliot Stabler

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Elliot is very affectionate when it’s just the two of you. He loves to cuddle and kiss you and feel your body. Elliot loves any kind of physical touch. He’s a bit restrained when it comes to other people being around though. He’ll hug you or give you a quick kiss on the lips or forehead but he’d rather keep the displays of affection private.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

You and Elliot would meet at a bar late at night after his shift. He was having a really bad day; no leads on a brutal rape case, working all day and night, not being able to sleep, and not being allowed to see his kids as they were with his ex, Kathy. You were having some drinks with a friend on your night off. After your friend left, you watched as Elliot chugged beer after beer. He noticed you sitting alone, empty glass sitting in front of you on the bar top. Due to the alcohol, he had the confidence to strike up a conversation with you (which he normally wouldn’t do when sober), offering to buy you a drink. You took up his offer and sat at the bar and drank and talked with him for hours after that, realizing just how good the two of you were getting on.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Elliot loves to cuddle. It’s one of his favorite things to do after a long, hard day. Elliot enjoys the intimacy and closeness that comes with cuddling. He loves holding you close to him in any way that he can. As long as he can feel your skin on his, he’s more than happy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Elliot is scared of settling down again since things didn’t go so well the first time. However, because of settling down the first time, he is an expert at cooking and cleaning. He has five kids to take care of, so he knows what needs to be done around the house to keep his family healthy and happy. While he doesn’t always have time to do things like laundry or dishes, he makes sure that everyone always has what they need.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Elliot had to break up with you, it’d be in person, no question about it. There’s no way that Elliot would even think to try to break up with you over the phone. He didn’t want to break up with you, but his life was just becoming too hectic and negative and he just couldn’t keep you around for it all. He felt as though he couldn’t give you what you deserved. It broke him inside to have to let you go.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they want to get married?)

Elliot is apprehensive about getting married. While he is very committed to you, he’s worried about what would happen if he got married again. He wasn’t at all expecting to get divorced from Kathy, so thinking about the possibility of that happening once more scares him. He doesn’t want to put himself or his kids through something like that again.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

While Elliot is a big bad cop and all, he’s almost always super gentle when it comes to you. He never wants to push or break any boundaries, even if you say it’s okay. Although, sometimes if he’s overly stressed or tired, or has just had a bad day, sometimes he’ll accidentally snap or yell at you. He immediately feels bad about it afterwards and apologizes so many times, even when you tell him that it’s okay and that you understand why he did it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they hug? What are their hugs like?)

Elliot loves hugs. While he only hugs certain people, those certain people get hugged all the time. Elliot gives big, long bear hugs. He just needs to feel the closeness of someone, the comfort of holding someone or being held. His hugs are warm and tight in the best way possible. If you’re lucky enough to be hugged by Elliot, it’ll be the best hug you’ve ever had.

I = I love you (How long does it take for them to say the L word? How do they say it?)

It takes Elliot quite a while to say I love you, but only because he wants to make sure that he really means it. He doesn’t want to end up getting into another failed relationship. When he finally does say it, it’s late at night after Elliot gets home from work. He’s had a particularly hard day, and you let him vent to you. He ends up getting emotional from stress and lack of sleep, and he breaks down. He sobs into your chest as you hold him. “I’m just so lucky to have you here with me when I need you... I.. I love you.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

Elliot gets jealous, but not too jealous. He doesn’t usually have a reason to be jealous, because he knows what’s his and he’s confident in that. If anything, he gets jealous because he knows what people can be like and he doesn’t want them around those who he loves and cares about. When he gets jealous, he usually keeps it to himself. He bites his tongue, because he knows that if he doesn’t, he’ll probably do or say things that he’ll regret later.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Elliot loves kissing you. It may be cliche, but his favorite place to kiss you is your lips. He can look right into your eyes, smile, and be as close to you as he can, your lips moving in sync with his. Elliot’s kisses are gentle yet rough at the same time. If he’s in a hurry to leave, Elliot will kiss your hair or your temple. He hates leaving without kissing you. When it comes to Elliot’s preferences, he loves being kissed on his neck and chest. It’s so comforting to him. He just melts into your touch.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Elliot is amazing with kids. Having five of his own, he definitely knows the ins and outs of what to do and not do. While he’s extremely overprotective of his kids (and even children who aren’t biologically his), it’s only because he loves them and wants to keep them from the horrible things that he sees every day on the job. Children that he meets through SVU trust and open up to him very easily.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Elliot are always unpredictable. Some days, you wake up in bed by yourself. Other days, you have long, sleepy cuddle sessions until one of you decides that it’s time to eat breakfast. On occasion, the house is full with Elliot’s kids, sitting at the table waiting for their breakfast. Elliot stands in the kitchen in his robe, cooking food for everyone, his coffee never far away from him. Elliot isn’t a morning person, but he makes the most of every morning because he feels he has to.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Elliot are unpredictable, just like mornings are. Sometimes you’re home alone all night, not seeing Elliot until the early morning. Other times, the two of you are cuddled up on the couch, eating takeout and catching up on each other’s days. If it’s been a particularly bad day for Elliot, you make him dinner and you massage his shoulders and his back and give him all of the attention that he wants or needs. Some nights, all Elliot wants to do is have sex. It doesn’t happen as often as he’d like since he’s almost never home. What Elliot does once he’s home at night is always up to him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they reveal things all at once or wait a while and reveal them more slowly?)

Elliot would reveal the more obvious details of his life right away, and then slowly start to share more of the private stuff later on. He’d make it known that he’s divorced, has five children, is an SVU detective, etc, but the details delving into those things would take longer for Elliot to share. Elliot would rather be open without being too open when it comes to people he’s still getting to know.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It doesn’t take much for Elliot to get angry, especially when it comes to his job. He just gets so worked up so fast, and he can’t control it. Often times when Elliot is angry, he’s passive aggressive as well. When he really wants to, he can be patient, but he absolutely hates it. He can’t stand waiting. Elliot tries so hard to be calm and patient when it comes to you or the kids, though. He ends up feeling horrible if he accidentally lashes out at any of you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)

Surprisingly enough, Elliot remembers a lot more about you than you’d think. He’s a great listener, but you’d expect him to forget about a lot of things because of how much he learns about and absorbs from his job. You’ll be having a conversation with Elliot and he’ll chime in randomly with a “oh, like when you...” or a “remember that time...” Your eyes light up when you realize how much he actually remembers.

R = Remember (What is their favorite memory of your relationship?)

Elliot’s favorite memory of your relationship is when he realized that he was in love with you. After his divorce, he didn’t know if he could love anyone else again. He was so scared that he’d end up being alone for the rest of his life. But that night, when Elliot couldn’t hold himself together anymore, you were right there by his side. You listened to him and you let him vent and cry and you held him and comforted him when he was at such a low point in his life. At that moment, he knew that he was capable of loving again. The hope and love that that moment gave him alone is what makes it his favorite memory of your relationship.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Elliot is extremely protective. He doesn’t want to even think about the things that could happen to you or his kids if he doesn’t keep an eye out. He knows how horrible and disgusting people can be, so he wants to keep you and the kids away from that as much as possible. Elliot calls you multiple times a day to check up on you and make sure that you’re safe and doing okay. Whenever he goes anywhere, he always has his gun on him in case it’s needed. Elliot will go to any lengths to make sure you and his kids are safe and protected.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When Elliot does something, he always puts his all into it. It doesn’t matter what it is, he will never settle for the bare minimum. That’s just who Elliot is as a person. While he doesn’t always have the time to do big, special things for you or the kids, he’ll make the time to make it big and special because he knows how important it is. He loves seeing the ones he loves happy.

U = Ugly (What are some of their bad habits?)

Besides his occasional anger issues, Elliot tends to drink a little too much when he’s stressed or in a negative situation. He’s not good at dealing with his emotions, and to him, it’s just easier to turn to alcohol to help him instead. Not to mention, Elliot may or may not be a coffee addict. But who isn’t, right? What else is going to help him cope with the lack of sleep?

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Elliot wants to look decent and presentable, but he’s not all that worried about his looks. When it comes to work, obviously he’s going to put some effort into his appearance with dress shirts and trousers, and the occasional jacket, but besides that, he couldn’t care less. However, if it’s a super special occasion, Elliot will go all out in a suit and tie.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Elliot would definitely notice if you were gone. He’d try his hardest to forget about it, but every now and then he’d be reminded of you or he’d think about you randomly. Elliot would never tell anyone, but he’d be really struggling without you. He wouldn’t realize just how much you mean to him until you’re gone.

X = Xtra (A random head canon of them)

As much as it doesn’t seem like it, Elliot takes his health very seriously. He’s very conscious of what goes on in his mind and body and is the first one to go to the doctor’s when he thinks something is wrong. Not to mention, Elliot is always working on his body. He’ll go on mile long runs in the morning or afternoon when he’s not working, or he’ll lift weights or do a bunch of push and pull ups when he’s got some free time at home. He loves working out, it helps him clear his mind.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like in a partner or in general?)

Elliot wouldn’t want anything to do with anyone who doesn’t respect him or his family. Everything he does is for him and his family. Nothing else matters. If anyone were to question or doubt that, Elliot would already be sending them on their way out of his life. No one fucks with Elliot and his family.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Elliot snores SO BAD. It doesn’t matter whether he’s alone or with you or with literally anyone else, his snores will definitely be heard by everyone. Elliot is always so overly tired that once he’s asleep, he’s out cold. It gets so bad that sometimes you have to go sleep on the couch or in one of the other bedrooms. And of course, Elliot completely denies it. “I don’t snore that loud!”

[catelyngrant]

I know we're all still swooning over the EO scenes from the crossover and, in true SVU spirit, it feels like the perfect time to inject some PAIN into the proceedings! The lovely scene with Elliot asking "how many?" with the little twinkle in his eye and then Olivia actually telling him about Ed (leaving out a key detail or two...) made me think about a fic that I started awhile ago and was already unlikely to finish but am officially classifying as "abandoned" now because we've moved into an era of canon where it just really wouldn't fit anymore. In any case, I figured I'd share the general idea for any other angst lovers out there...

It's post-Eddie Ashes. Things are tense all around - Elliot's stressed at home, with Eli and Bernie and things still not great with Liv; Olivia's tired and trying to run a unit that's understaffed and being micromanaged by an asshole Chief, and their relationship is still a fragile scene. One night they're at Olivia's apartment for some reason that I'd have come up with if I actually wrote the thing, and it starts out nicely - they're both trying, they both want to begin working through their baggage, but it's been a long day for them both and they're both on edge.

Elliot notices something - a photo, maybe - and it comes out that Olivia dated Tucker. He tries, probably, to not be an asshole about it, but he fails spectacularly. Liv at this point, she's mad and tired and hurting, and the gloves start to come off - like in the crossover, she starts in on "It was ten years, Elliot, he wasn't the only one!" but in this case she gets a little mean. She starts twisting the knife - she tells him about Cassidy, tells him that after he left she found men who loved her and took care of her, and they both know that this argument is a bad idea but it's been a long time coming and for Liv in particular it's the first real chance she's had to be angry at him, to express that anger, since he came back and he's making it easy for her right now, being an asshole and being jealous when he has no right to be. Maybe she makes a little dig about Kathy - nothing horrific but something about them playing happy family in Italy, maybe even something about the letter. 

And Elliot loses his temper, too. He's jealous and not hiding it but it's not cute, it's not funny, it's ugly and it hurts and he's furious, mostly at himself but also at Tucker (who he doesn't know is dead) and at Liv, because of all the people, Tucker and Cassidy? And he says something to that effect, and Liv just explodes - "They were here, Elliot, they were good men, they were here after you left and here after Lewis and -" "Who the hell is Lewis," Elliot snaps back, "another IAB asshole that kept your bed warm?"

And he doesn't know, he didn't mean to go straight for the jugular - it was a dig, a pointed edge, but when Liv goes white as a sheet and staggers he knows he missed the mark. He knows he crossed a line, a massive one, but he doesn't know what it was -

"What did you just say," Olivia rasps, the words barely tearing themselves from her throat. "What - what did you just say to me." It’s not even a question - it’s like she can’t breathe, like she can’t wrap her head around the words that just came out of his mouth, and he deflates immediately, starts trying to apologize.

"Liv -" he begins, not sure what he’s going to say, still not sure what’s even happening -  "Get out," she manages. Her whole body is shaking and he moves towards her, worried, sorry, so sorry, but she stumbles past him, holding her arm out to keep him as far away as she can. "Get out, get out of my house -"

He reaches for her again but she barely seems to notice, clinging to the wall as she makes it to the bathroom and slams the door closed. And Elliot's terrified, now - he's never seen her like this, he doesn't know what's happening, and he hears her throw up, maybe, or collapse to the ground, or start sobbing, and when he knocks on the door she either doesn't answer or keeps telling him to leave but like hell he's doing that, like hell he's leaving her alone like this -

So after that there were two endings I imagined. In one, he tells Liv through the door that he's not leaving her alone but asks her if there's anyone that he can call, and she doesn't answer so he ends up calling Fin, who loses his goddamn mind when Elliot recounts what happened. In that scenario Elliot does end up leaving and Fin or Amanda or someone takes the wheel and Elliot ends up learning about Lewis either from one of them or from looking it up immediately after leaving. In any case, it's awful and it takes a few days for Olivia to be ready to talk to him but they end up having the conversation and slowly start to move forward.

In the other scenario, he doesn't leave. He slumps down and sits on the other side of the door until she comes out, or maybe he even knocks the door down if he's worried enough - in any case, she's a mess. She's shaking and crying and having a full-on panic attack, and this time when he reaches for her she doesn't have the energy to fight him off - he collapses next to her on the floor and holds her while she sobs, and she's never been as close to hating him as she is right then but there's also the part of her that's wanted this - wanted him, holding her, comforting her - for so long that she can't bring herself to push him away. So she just cries - not just about Lewis, or about their fight, but everything, all of it spilling out of her, and even more because she knows that it's going to be even harder for them now, she knows that this is yet another thing that she'll have to find it in herself to forgive Elliot for, and she's so tired. She's so tired of him hurting her, and she's so mad at herself that despite it all he's still the only one who she wants to hold her when she's hurting like this. So she cries, and he probably does too, honestly, but she doesn't say anything and then eventually she pulls herself together and says again, more calmly this time - "You need to leave, Elliot. We can't - I can't talk about this right now. I need you to leave."

And it just about kills him, but she's okay now - well, not okay, but as okay as he can expect her to be after whatever the hell just happened - and she tells him, sounding as exhausted as he's ever heard her, "We'll talk later. Just - please, just go." So he does. 

(They do talk later, and he apologizes, and they start to work their shit out and it all ends up okay, but that would have been another fic entirely.)

ANYWAY. Have fun with that!!!

[the-silentium]

It hurts

Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Words: 3338 words

Warnings: ANGST, murder, blood, swearing, mention of desire to die.

Requested by: Anon

I loved your song fic “Folded messages” so much, and I saw u said we could send. I decided to give it a shot :”) obviously don’t feel obligated to do it, I’ll respect if u don’t want to ☺️☺️ I am sucker for old songs, and I think they fit so well with 5. I was wondering if a 5 fic with the song “Can’t take my eyes off of you” would be possible. I don’t rly have a plot in mind, maybe when Five meets reader in commission, or just somewhere between S1 or S2. I apologize if this is too general :”)

A/N: I know the song was out in 1967 and that it wasn’t out when the fic take place, but let’s forget about that detail, okay? Okay. Dear anon, I’m sure you wanted fluff, but I don’t know, I can’t really explain myself. It just happened. 

As the ultimate warm breath of your latest victim escaped her mouth, the pain flashing through your entire body intensified until you found yourself falling on your knees. Every nerve in your body was ablaze, the feeling of your insides burning and melting away was excruciating, breaking the remnants of your already shattered mind. Millenniums passed and you never got used to the pain. This pain that you couldn't fight or attenuate. This pain that, with each passing century, fed on your sanity and created the monster that you were now. This pain that clearly wanted you to die, but something else within every cell of your being was fighting fiercely against it. Making you live. Live in pain. It hurts. 

The once warm body of the young lady was now cold, the room now bathed in moonlight instead of sun rays. Getting up, you barely noticed how your clothes stuck to your body, enormous patches of dried blood keeping them glued to your skin. You staggered on your feet as the world shifted and your vision filled with dark fireflies. You took a deep breath and made your way up the stairs where you knew you could find a change of clothes. As you reached the stairs, your eyes caught movement out of the kitchen window. 

Two tall white-haired men forced the lock of the store next door. Their expressions weren't visible in the darkness of the alley, but the dim light of a nearby lamppost reflected on the guns badly hidden under their coats. 

A new wave of blood lust drowned your senses, replacing your hurting thoughts with angry ones. Rushing out of the apartment, you made your way to the slightly open door, thinking how unfair it was that everyone around you could die with something as simple as a bullet or a stab wound, yet you couldn't. It hurts.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a large form blocking your view. Steely-blue eyes glared at you, the knife in his hand shining under the neons above, ready to pierce your heart in one swift movement if you were to make a move towards them. You weren’t intimidating in any way, your petite form along with your soft features wasn’t why the giant was alert. 

Not only was your entire front almost covered in blood, but the atmosphere around you was definitely the most dangerous he ever encountered. The hair on his neck and arms raised as soon as your gaze found his. Once before had he felt like that, the faithful evening he and his brothers were doing check-ups on their traps set into the woods in hope of having a nice dinner the day after. Otto remembered the fear he felt when they were met with a lone-wolf missing a back leg, said leg still stuck into the fangs of their trap. A tingling sensation around the scar of his eye disturbed the Swede, the vivid memory of his flesh being slashed open flashing before his eyes. He remembers the desperation and insanity glazing the yellow eyes of the wolf, the same desperation and insanity that were dancing in your own (e/c) ones. What was terrifying him was the intelligence hidden under the surface. You were a predator in disguise-

Screams resonated through the room as Axel started to torture the ally of their brother’s murderer, surely thinking that Otto had the matter under control. Your head turned back on the bloody scene unfolding before you, allowing Otto to fill his lungs with air, the first time in almost a minute. Otto stiffened as you moved, relaxing a little when you made your way to the other side of the room to sit on a sofa.

“I won’t steal your prey.” Your eyes were fixed on the man being tortured, the blood oozing from his nose and mouth. How the pain caused his muscles to constrict- “I just want to watch.” 

And watch you did. The giant’s attention was on you, but you couldn’t care less. You enjoyed every moment of the blue-coated man’s torture session, liking his style. You let them drench their washcloths with the dead man’s blood before making your way to the body. Out of habit, you reached for its neck, searching delicately for a pulse, even faint. Your nostrils flared when you found none, once again facing the injustice of your curse. His pain was gone while yours was still there. His torturer let him go while yours, whoever it was, kept you suffering day after day, year after year, and so on for… You didn’t remember for how long. You’ve been alive for so long that you didn’t remember why or when you were cursed. Wasn’t it unfair? Being cursed for a reason you didn’t even remember? It hurts.

The barrel of a gun refreshed the burning skin of your temple for a moment, making you close your eyes in delight. The feeling was very short-lived, though, the fire intensifying to cover the pleasant sensation. You reopened your eyes to meet the two white-haired men, the tallest pointing you with his gun from a good distance, while the blue-coated one was close enough to touch your head with his weapon. You turned slowly towards them, the gun now pressing onto your forehead.

“No witness.” His accent reminded you of your time in Scandinavian lands. You could see his eyes analyzing your blood coated features, trying to understand how a beautiful young woman like you in her early twenties could appear as such a dreadful sight. You saw it for a split second, the hardening of his gaze, milliseconds before his mind decided that it was enough and his finger pulled the trigger. 

As the bullet entered the front of your skull, you wondered if your gaze hardened too just before you gave the final blows to your prey. Do they know when all hope is to be abandoned? 

You didn’t fall to the floor as the Swedish men expected. Nor did blood escaped the bullet wound into your head. Instead of blood, a blackish liquid escaped the hole into your forehead, tainting your red-coated skin with a viscous dark trail. It hurts.

“Too bad then. No one gets what they want.” You simply stated as if this was the most evident thing in the world. 

Out of respect for their handy work on the shop clerk, you tilted your head slightly in their direction as the wound into your head started to close slowly, your curse stubbornly keeping you alive and well, before walking away to explore the rest of the shop. You ignored how their footsteps were hurried or how they called you a demon in their native tongue, focusing instead on the files scattered under a coffee table. You didn’t know why you crouched to get them, but you did and you read them. Every page.

By the time you were done, you were seated at the edge of the sofa once again. A tall blonde guy and a dark-haired one entered the room, too scandalized about the dead body of their friend and the markings on the floor below to notice you reading one of the tv brochures you found lying around. When they did though, your reading material was snatched from your hands, and a knife threatened the skin of your throat. 

You had hoped that the metal would be as satisfying as the barrel of the gun was, but you had no such luck. You huffed in disappointment before dropping your hands to your knees. It hurts.

“Who are you?” The dark-haired man pressed you, the sharp side of the knife digging slightly into your skin. 

You glared at him from your position, not impressed one bit. 

“If I tell you I’ll have to kill you.” You replied cockily. You could have fun before opening his throat with his own knife.

You expected the knife to cut your skin, definitely not for blondie to pull his buddy away and reach for you with his big hand. You gnashed as the hand approached you, both in anger and anticipation. Just as he was about to grab your neck, a blue flash enveloped him, and he reappeared in another flash, at the opposite side of the room. Behind the tall blonde, a younger boy with wide blue eyes watched, surprised. 

He returned to his senses when knife guy made a move towards you. It hurts. 

“Don’t touch her Diego!” He hurriedly yelled, teleporting before Diego and pushing on his chest to keep him away. 

“Move, Five! She killed Elliott!” He tried to push the boy but ended like the blond on the other side of the room. 

You got up, unsure of what was happening. Never in your endless life had you encountered someone who could teleport around.

“No, she didn’t! Didn’t you idiots see the ‘öga för öga’ down there? It’s Swedish for an eye for an eye. The Swedes killed Elliot.” He pointed at you, still facing the men. “She was a witness. She got shot in the head.” 

You frowned, intrigued that the boy seemed to know you got shot despite the absence of a hole in your head. Sure, the dark trail was still there, running from your forehead to the bottom of your chin, but there was no way he could have known that this was actually your very own cursed rotten blood. 

“How do you know?” Your voice shot into the room, quieting the heated argument between the three males. 

“Because I know you, Y/N.” You paused, hearing your name for the first time in centuries. He stopped, thinking his words through. “In the future, we are friends.” 

You frowned, debating the veracity of his words. In the future? He indeed looked from another time, in his weird clothing, but also because this time would have made a scandal about his powers. You had a hard time believing that you could have a friend. You huffed, shooking your head. 

“Impossible. How do you know my name?” 

The boy shot a glare to the men before turning toward you. 

“You told me, because like I said, we are friends.” He walked in your direction, stopping a meter away. “I know that you are cursed.” You perked up at that, caught off guard. “I know that you react very violently to anyone touching you because your skin burns even more than it already does.” He chuckled slightly, his gaze holding yours with something that shook you to your very core, softness. “I experienced it first hand. You broke my arm and would have choked me to death if I hadn’t jumped.” 

The softness in his eyes morphed into something else, something you weren’t used to. You never experienced it yourself, but you certainly witnessed it. Affection. It almost scared you off, the muscles in your legs wanting nothing more than to be of use and take you far away, away from his caring blue gaze. 

What kept you there was the blood on his face and shirt. Could he be like you? 

“Shit. We’ll talk more later. We have more important to do.” He turned to his brothers, a new urgency in his tone and movements. “I found a way to get back to our timeline.” He walked to a nearby room and you tuned them out, instead focusing on yourself. 

Could you trust him? He obviously knew you and you once were -or will be- trusting him enough to tell him about yourself. You never opened up to anyone before, your anger was way too great in your younger years. Now that you thought about it, you couldn’t even remember the total of number of people who died from your hands. It hurts.

“What about doomsday?” Your head turned to the dark-haired guy, interested in his words. 

“Won’t happen.” 

“And the 2019 apocalypse?” 

“Everything will be back to normal.” 

What apocalypse? You watched them fuss around, totally confused. The boy stopped before you, presenting you his arm. No, it hurts.

“I know fabric hurt less than skin to skin contact.” Your confusion was clearly written onto your face, forcing him to explain. “I’m taking you with me.”

You almost asked him why, but decided against it, a plan already forming into your brain. You grabbed his sleeve softly and in a second you were in the passenger seat of a car. The engine roared to life when the boy-

“What’s your name?” 

He turned to you, surprised for a second before genuinely smiling and turning back to the road. 

“Five.” 

“How old are you really?” He smirked.

“I knew you’d catch up quickly.” His eyes shifted from the road to you, lingering on your face like he was replaying some memories to himself. “58.” 

You hummed and turned to the window. You watched the buildings disappear, letting the trees stand high to the sky. The countryside road was a bit bumpy but you didn’t mind. You rolled down the window, letting the wind appease the fire under your skin for a little while. 

You had to admit that the silence between the two of you was pleasant. Maybe you really were friends.

“So an apocalypse is coming, eh?” You sit your back to the door, facing Five. You pulled your legs to your chest, your arms hugging them to keep them close so your chin could rest on your knees. You didn’t care that the dress you wore wasn’t covering the back of your tights, but it seemed that this detail was bothering him, his cheeks reddening quickly.

“Y-yes.” He turned back straight ahead and coughed to hide his embarrassment. “Our presence here created an apocalypse that will happen in a couple of days. Don’t worry though, I’ll stop it.”

You chuckled when you noticed him peaking back in your direction, his eyes clearly not focussing on your face this time. His blush spread from his cheeks to his neck and for the very last time, he turned his eyes ahead and kept them there. 

You reached a farm where two women were talking outside, without a care in the world. You waited for Five into the car, patiently planning into your head. Fortunately, Five didn’t think that this would take too long, so he let the car running, allowing you to turn up the radio volume slightly. 

Five came back and you were humming to a song, ignoring the fact that he was beyond pissed that one of the women didn’t follow him as he wanted. He drove the car back to the road, fuming but keeping it all inside, not wanting to cause you to stop humming to the songs. 

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You'd be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last, love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

Now was the time. You lived your whole life, wanting this. To die, to find peace, to stop suffering. Five was the key. In fact, he was an obstacle. You couldn’t let him stop the apocalypse. You wanted to die and the apocalypse would grant your wish. There was no way your curse could protect you from that. It hurts.

Pardon the way that I stare

There's nothin' else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You stopped humming, finally noticing that Five had stopped at the side of the road and was watching you intently, a smile at the corner of his lips. You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong, frowning, until he cut you off.

“I know you don’t remember it because it didn’t yet happen for you, but there was a time when you stopped calling for death and enjoyed living.” 

You froze at his words, wondering if he could read thoughts too. It hurts so much.

“You’re lying.” You couldn’t imagine anything worth enduring your suffering so why would he tell you that? To save his skin?

I love you, baby

And if it's quite alright

I need you, baby

To warm the lonely night

I love you, baby

Trust in me when I say

Oh, pretty baby

Don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby

Now that I've found you, stay

And let me love you, baby

Let me love you

“I’m not. This song was playing on an old iPod when you told me.” You lifted an eyebrow at him, slowly positioning your legs to jump forward to kill him. “If you really think that the apocalypse will kill you, you are wrong. You survived and you met me there. That’s where we became friends.”

“Prove it.” Your heart was beating erratically, desperately wanting his words to be wrong. You wanted to be free. This life hurts. IT HURTS.

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You'd be like Heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last, love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off you

Five reached into his pants pocket, taking out a colored photo. The quality wasn’t god, but you could see yourself, curled up against a dark-haired man on a loveseat, holding his free hand while kissing his cheek. His smile reminded you of Five’s. 

Your eyes were fixed on your lips touching his face. How you seemed so unbothered by the fire eating at your nerves. This couldn’t be possible. Even the idea of doing it caused your own pain to accentuate. Ithurtsithurtsithurts-

“I found a disposable camera and used up the film. I kept it and when I came back in 2019 I had it developed.” 

I love you, baby

And if it's quite alright

I need you, baby

To warm the lonely night

I love you, baby

Trust in me when I say

Oh, pretty baby

Don't bring me down, I pray

Oh, pretty baby

Now that I've found you, stay

Oh, pretty baby

Trust in me when I say

Oh, pretty baby

The news hit you hard. Your body was shaking uncontrollably, tears ran down your cheeks, sobs escaped your mouth. It has been a while since you’d had your last breakdown although any one of them could compare to this one. At least, before you had hope that something, somewhere you finally end you. Your hopes were now crushed. It. Hurts. 

The pain in your shoulder exploded, earning a cry from your lips. Out of reflex, your fist shot straight ahead, colliding with his shoulder and successfully breaking the contact between the both of you. Quickly, you turned around and shot the door open in a haste, almost running away from him. You wanted to die. You wanted to die. You needed to- A flash of blue followed by Five’s appearance before you stopped you in your tracks abruptly, causing you to fall on your knees for the second time this day. 

Your desperation morphed into pain and your pain into anger. How dare he ruin your life? How dare he crush your hopes? If you could choose, you would have preferred to still have your hopes, at least they kept you going. What were you supposed to do now without anything to live for? Please help me. It hurts. 

“I’ll help you.” His voice was soft, as he was approaching a wounded animal. Well, maybe you were.

You were a wolf whose leg was trapped in a hunter’s trap. You would do anything to free yourself. You were desperate, you were insane, you were intelligent. 

And you were forgetful. 

It wouldn’t hurt to kill him. In due time, you would forget him. Like you forgot everything else until you became what you were now. Humanity’s wrath.

Please, it hurts.

[harryskalechips]

Flash Part 2

A/N lol I think I have to stop with the angst I’m beginning to get chest pain as I write ahhahhahahah

Decided to post this early, thank you for 300!

Harry comes home to see the reaction of his wife and the very messy video 

word count: 2352

Part 1! click here to waste more time and read¡!¡

Spending the night in a club, you would think your heart is beating fast because of the adrenaline and the body heat surrounding you. Spending the night in a club, you would think you can get away from all the external factors in your life that make you feel weighed down. Yet Harry was far from the satisfaction the club promised to give. Yes, his heart was beating fast but definitely not from the loud music. Yes, he did forget about his bad day in the office earlier today but now he’s got a bigger issue at hand.

While he was too busy swirling around the dance floor having the time of his life, he decided to make his way to a pretty girl and maybe get to know her better. Get to know her better could have ended Mr. Styles’ night in many ways and although he stopped himself from cheating on his wife, he still got dragged in the mud. You see, when Harry was still in college with his friends, he was a total frat boy and he did get drunk every other night with a new girl in his bed but as adulthood kept coming his way, his past life soon began to fade. Harry’s new life consisted of his company, his family and friends but most importantly his wife, Y/N. I guess this is why tonight was not only shocking for him but very disappointing. He’s ashamed of himself that not only was he tempted to cheat... he got caught in the stupidest way ever! You have to admit, approaching a random girl on a dance floor, you wouldn’t expect them to steal your phone and send your wife a video of you rubbing yourself on her while she moans! In reality, Harry was trying to grab his phone from her hands but he was scared that he might hurt her or harass her in some way. So, continuing where we last left off, Harry was still angry but more like shitting his pants

~

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck, Fuck!” Harry yells over and over again as he stares at his phone. He can’t take his eyes off the text messages with his wife. He thinks the more he stares at the delivered video the more likely it would disappear. Maybe, he’s drunk? Maybe, the video wasn’t actually sent? So, he taps the phone and raises it to full volume bringing it closer to his ear, He’s really praying that the music drowns the audio out but what difference would it make? He’s grinding on her for fuck’s sake! Harry is religious but he wasn’t much of the man who would practice his faith... now, however, seemed like the perfect time to start.

The unnamed girl was just leaning on the wall, seeming to look too bored at the picture she painted right in front of her. Did she take too many drinks tonight? Yes. Was she high too? Yes. Does she care that she’s practically a homewrecker now? No. “You know you can use other words to express your anger than fuck?” She laughs as Harry’s eyes narrow at her.

“Fuck you.” He replies almost instantly and leaves her by herself. He couldn’t make the time to look for his mates and bid his goodbyes and most certainly not was he going to say bye to this random chick that fucked up his whole night. As he makes his way to the exit, he calls his driver, Elliot so he can drive this poor man home.

The car ride home was probably the most crucial part of this all. Harry couldn’t stop staring at his screen. He wanted to see if the “delivered” would turn into “read” but knowing Y/N, her read receipts were off anyways. His mind was in a total frenzy. His head was fucking hurting as his thoughts yelled at him for being stupid while his heart was aching, aching in pain. He didn’t know what to do. He could have the hardest problem at his work right now but no level of stress can make him feel like his heart was going to be torn apart!

“Sir, we’re here.” Elliot says calmly as he observes his boss’ body language.

“Thank you, drive home safe Elly.” Harry replied rudely as he tries to stabilize himself as he slams the door shut.

“Baby!” Y/N calls as she stands in the front of the big doors of their lovely modern house. Harry’s eyes turn into hearts as he watches his girl standing there waiting for him in her tiny tank top and sweats.

“Hey.” He says coldly as he hugs her and keeps one arm around her waist as he guides her back inside their home. “I thought you were asleep love, it’s late.” He frowns. He looks into their living room. The TV was still on and her favourite wool blanket and pillow laid recklessly on their couch.

“Well yeah I know.” She pouts as she turns off the TV “But it’s also 2 AM and I was worried about you, you know. You never go out to clubs that often and I was scared something might happen to you.” She takes him into her arms and cuddles into him. She misses him a lot. Y/N silently takes his hands and holds them against her back as she leads them into their room.

~

Harry stands quietly as he watches his wife take his tie off and unbutton his polo. “Harry, you okay? Did you drink a lot?” She asks sweetly as she makes eye contact with her husband. She doesn’t stop unbuttoning though and when he doesn’t reply, all she can do is take the side of his face so she can caress it. Maybe, he’s just tired, she thought to herself. After Harry was changed, he charged his phone sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the wall. He couldn’t think, the guilt was eating him alive. Y/N was in the bathroom, doing her night routine and all Harry could think is fuck.

His wife walks in a couple minutes later. As she rubs the towel against her neck, she looks at her husband who’s been too quiet. Throwing the towel on one of their chairs, she makes her way in front of her husband. Without another word, she puts herself in his lap and brushes the hair away from his face. “Can you please tell me what happened?” She asks quietly. Harry kept his hands to himself and tried his best to not look her in the eyes. “Baby, you’re crying.” Y/N calls Harry out in schock. What could possibly happen? Tonight was supposed to be fun for him. She wanted him to spend time with his mates.

“Where’s your phone, Y/N.” He replies coldly. Y/N didn’t know how to react. He seemed angry and all.

“Ha-”

“Give me your phone!” He pulls her off him as he stands up quickly, looking around the room if he can find it. “Where is it! Where is it!”

“Why do you need my phone Harry?” Y/N soon began to grow frustrated as she watches the man in front of her loose his fucking mind.

“Where the fuck is your fucking fuck ass phone!” He screams as he’s full on heavily crying now.

“Baby, tell me why you need it!”

“Y/N please. Just give it to me!” He pleads as he finally makes eye contact with her. Both of their hearts dropping as Harry’s eyes and distance hurts them more.

“It’s on my nightstand, it died after I texted you. Haven’t been on it yet.” She pouts as she watches Harry quickly snatch it off the wireless pad. She was stuck. She didn’t know why Harry wanted to see her phone so badly. A part of her wanted to take the phone first, see what’s on it so she can know what he’s screaming at her for but another part of her knows she has nothing to hide.

Funny thing is it’s true she has nothing to hide but her husband did. The real question now is  if Harry was going to show her or just delete the message off her phone so she won’t ever see it again. She will never know about it.

Marriage is a tricky thing. With all the love and butterflies, the real foundation was trust and unconditional acceptance. In a second, Harry had to make a decision that could either make or break his marriage. Of course, he wanted this whole night erased from his memory. He didn’t want his love to know, he approached another girl! Yet the other side of him, his heart was screaming to tell the anxious girl in front of him. If she really loves you maybe she’ll stay? He thought. If she really was smart, she should probably leave now. You’re going to always fuck up one way or another. He thought again.

“Harry. Can we talk? What’s on my phone that you need it so badly? Why are you crying?” She walks towards him with fear in her eyes. She was scared. She thought when Harry came home, he would come back at a reasonable hour and make love to her as they fall asleep but instead, he’s acting cold and crying.

“I fucked up.” He cries and goes on his knees, clenching his missus’ phone to his chest. “I’m sorry baby you have to believe me!” He cries harder. Y/N eyes widen. He cheated on her...

“What the fuck. Don’t tell me… don’t tell me you cheated please…” She steps away from him, looking at the window. This was a never ending nightmare.

“I didn’t! I didn’t” her heart feels relieved. “But this girl took my phone and recorded me while she was moaning and she sent it to you.” She turns around to look at him.

“Why would she do that?” Y/N was far from confused.

“I approached her on the dance floor, she saw me reading your text and-”

“You approached her? Why?” Harry cries harder as he watches the disappointment in her eyes rise.

“Niall pointed her out to me because she looked like the type of girl I would go for back in college. I-I was drunk I didn’t mean to-” “You were going to cheat on me?!” Y/N finally screams in anger. She walks into their ensuite and slams the door. Harry quickly rushes to the door, finding it already locked.

“Baby please I was drunk… I- I would never cheat on you I swear to God! I fucking love you please don’t fucking leave me please!” He screams as the tears feel salty in his mouth. Call him over emotional but he never thought there would be a day where his fear of his wife leaving him would possibly be true. She unlocks the door with a cold face.

“Show me the video.”

“Baby I don’t-”

“Show me the fucking video Harry! God damn it!” She yells and snatches her phone back. She sits at the end of their bed. Harry watches her as he stands far from her, only staying near the window.

Y/N puts her volume to the highest level as she taps play. Messy, nasty moans can be clearly heard as she watches Harry too close to the unnamed girl. She watches his hands near the phone’s camera, as if he was pinning her hands there. His eyes glanced at the camera but quickly looked back at the girl. His mouth close to her ear saying give it to me repeatedly.

Y/N quickly deletes the 6 second video twice and shuts her phone. Harry looks at her with tears still in his eyes.Y/N however is just about to start her water works once again. “Harry come here.” He comes close to her and kneels in front of her.

“In this video, you really look like you were grinding on her.” She pouts as Harry rubs her thighs. He’s always quiet when they get into fights. It’s not like he felt weak or anything to retaliate but with Y/N, he learned to stay quiet and let her talk. He taught himself to speak little in their fights and let her express her anger when she’s mad. He taught himself that in their marriage, he’s ready to lose arguments as long as he doesn’t lose her. “If I’m being 100% honest with you. She seems like a whore who was too bored and she wanted to mess around with you. I trust you. I love you so much that I trust that this video is not proof you cheated on me. I love you.”

“Baby, I love you-”

“I’m not done.” She whispers quietly and draws a heart on his forehead with her thumb. “I’m a bit mad that you almost cheated on me. What happened if she didn’t take away your phone, would you be sober enough to realize what you were doing? Drunk or not, I’m the type of girl who would cushion you for that.”

“Baby, I’m sorry. Please I don’t know what was in me.”

“You don’t have an answer for going up to that girl do you?” She frowns as her fingers play with his hair. His tears fall again.

“Y/N, I love you fucking much. You’re right, I don’t have a reason but I promise you that I would never act on anything or think like that ever. That girl and the amount of shots I had… I felt so drunk that I couldn’t comprehend my decisions. I love you and I promise I would never put you and I in that position ever again.” Y/N leans down to kiss him, to reassure him that although she’s a bit mad she understands him.

“You think I’m going to let a whore ruin our marriage?” She laughs, “Baby, we’re playing the long game here and nothing is going to change in a flash. You got me and I got you.”

[abduct-me-helen]

Class 108′s Apocalypse Field Trip | Chapter 3.

Katie was the first one to recover, turning her knife on Mr. Sims and charging forward. Martin yanked him out of the way.

“Woah! Woah, woah. Hey!” he said, waving his arms to get her to calm down.

“Katie.” Rosie barked, which in that tone meant “stand down.”

Katie withdrew, not taking her eyes off her former teacher. “You can’t be real. You obviously aren’t human, and-”

“If you put down the knife, I promise I’ll give you answers.” Jon said, hands up and breathing steady.

Katie glanced over to Rosie, who narrowed her eyes in thought then gave a quick nod. She begrudgingly lowered her weapon, eyes still locked with the two newcomers in the room.

There was a moment of silence.

“What the fuck just happened?” Riko asked, slipping her glasses off in disbelief.

“I…I smited him.” Jon answered awkwardly. “Okay, how about we get everyone in here and then we can have…a class.”

“A class.” Katie deadpanned. Jon nodded, and she shrugged, standing up and gesturing for Riko to come with her while she fetched Elliot and Raphi, who were still in the other classroom. Probably kissing. Ugh.

An awkward silence filled the air, before Tabitha turned to the window and tilted her head. “Who opened the blinds?”

The rest of the kids shook their heads, and Tabitha sighed, turning the rod to the right and shutting the outside world out of sight.

“Eyeball daddy must’ve wanted to say hi.” she said thoughtfully.

Jon choked, and Martin had a look of mild horror on his face as he patted Jon’s back to stop him from coughing.

“E-exuse me?” he stammered.

Tabitha was unfazed.

“Eyeball daddy. You know, the great voyeur? The big smexy eyeball in the sky?”

Martin keeled over wheezing while Jon dropped his jaw.

“The-the Beholding?!” “Smexy?!”

Tabitha wrinkled her nose. “That’s a stupid name. All hail eyeball daddy.”

“All hail eyeball daddy.” The rest of the kids said in unison, looking bored. It was more of a reflex for them at this point.

Martin and Jon shared a look of horror, before Riko entered with Katie, Elliot and Raphi following her.

“Okay then, take a seat. I’ll explain, but, it isn’t pretty.”

“Really? The apocalypse isn’t pretty? I had no idea!” Raphi snarked. Elliot batted him on the head, and Jon was painfully reminded of a similar interaction between Tim and Sasha in the past.

No, he thought, there’s no time to dwell on that.

“There are fourteen entities called the fears that previously existed in a different place outside of our universe. They all have domain over different fears, and people that serve them get…abilities in exchange for feeding the-”

“Like the spiders! And the masked people! And the-” Tabitha cut herself off, “sorry. I’m getting ahead of myself,” she muttered, wringing her hands and tapping her foot.

“No, go on.” Jon prompted her to continue.

She hesitated. “W-we’ve just been noticing patterns…I call them categories. They’re like…really angry colors? If that makes sense?”

Jon looked impressed. “And you just figured all that out?”

She nodded.

He sighed. “Well, you’re not wrong. These “really angry colors” are called the fear powers. Some think them alike to gods, but they don’t have any true motives other than to feed. They aren’t like humans in that respect. They have no motivation.”

The class watched, enraptured as he continued his explanation.

“There’s the Slaughter, fear of war and violence. The Lonely, fear of isolation. The Web, fear of-”

“Being controlled.” Rosie said quietly. Jon nodded.

“Exactly. And-”

“Spiders.” Tabitha shivered, remembering being cocooned in their webs; the feeling of legs crawling over her skin and weaving her in threat.

Jon made a gesture to show that she was right. He continued to explain the rest of the fear powers, until he stopped abruptly.

“And then there’s the Eye.” He said, looking to the closed window. He realized he was running a tape recorder, but at this point he couldn’t care less. The Eye saw everything anyway.

“Wait, hold on, how do you even know any of this?” Elliot asked him, eyes narrowed.

Jon sighed. “Getting to that.”

“The Eye-”

“Eyeball daddy-” “shut up Tabitha-”

“-is the fear of being watched, or being known. I know this one better than all the others, because I…serve it.”

“You what?!” Riko exclaimed, and Katie inched towards her knife.

“I wasn’t exactly given a choice,” he said shortly, rubbing his temples with his palm. “I assume you all know the Magnus Institute?”

Rosie nodded hesitantly. They’d all done their fair share of research on their enigma of a teacher. You would too, if someone like him showed up out of the blue and said cryptic things all the time.

Things that made far more sense these days then she would’ve liked.

“Well, the position of the Archivist, which is what I am, is more or less a trap. You can’t quit, and you become very connected to the Eye. It…changes you.”

“That’s ominous.” Katie muttered. Jon ignored her.

“What’s your connection to all this?” Riko questioned skeptically.

“That’s,” Jon breathed, “that’s a long story.”

“Cut out the boring bits and tell us; it’s not like we have anything better to do.” Elliot shrugged.

“Well, I suppose I started the whole thing.”

“What?!-” “No!-” “How dare you-” “I will fuck you up-”

A chorus of anger erupted in the room, and Martin stepped to the left of Jon’s side.

“He didn’t start it. He’s just guilty about-.”

“If I had fought it-”

“You know full well that wouldn’t have worked. I’m tired of you trying to make yourself the villain.” He stared Jon down begrudgingly.

“Look,” Martin sighed, “I’ll explain since he sees it fit to make himself out to be the enemy here. Our boss, Elias Bouchard, who is actually Jonah Magnus but back to that later, manipulated him. He basically had him marked by all the fourteen fears, and then forced him to complete the ritual that opened the eye. He had no choice in the matter.”

Katie withdrew, and they all relaxed.

“It’s not your fault, then, Mr. Sims.” Sydney said with furrowed brows.

He shook his head. “I…if I hadn’t opened that letter then none of this would’ve happened. I’ve done some bad things.”

“l laughed while one of my best mates got murdered,” Said Tabitha, getting off a desk covered in sharpie doodles.

Jon sighed. “You were under the influence of the Web.”

“And you were under the influence of the eye. How is that different?”

Jon ran a hand through his hair, looking to Martin, who was gazing down on him expectantly. “Fine, yes, I see your point.”

Tabitha nodded, satisfied.

“Why were you here in the first place?” Elliot asked.

“The Eye tells me where to go, and when I found out all of you were alive I decided I needed to come back for you.” Jon answered him, looking to the closed window briefly.

“Come back for us? But we’re safest here!” Sydney protested.

Jon hesitated. “They Eye preserved you because of your connection to me, at least, that’s what I think. It might have been Elias, maybe as a gift? But if I choose to…reject this “present” then you’ll each be thrown into different domains.”

Beat.

“Well fuck.” Tabitha said.

“Language.” Jon said half-heartedly.

“What are you going to do, send her to the principal?” Raphi retorted sarcastically. Tabitha tilted her head towards him and raised her eyebrow at Jon, signifying her agreement

A few people grumbled in agreement, before a pall of silence took over the room.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Asked Cal, who’d been uncharacteristically silent while processing all that had happened.

Jon clenched his fist. “The Panopticon.”

“You mean the tower? That’s not far from here!” Elliot told him.

“Yes, but…space doesn’t work like it used to. We’re going to have to venture through every domain until we can reach it.”

“And what’s the plan?” Katie questioned, expression blank.

“Don’t die? And reset the world” Martin offered.

“That’s it?” Katie said incredulously, her tone affronted.

“It’s a work in progress.” Jon defended.

“Oh well fuck-” “We’re screwed-” “Eyeball daddy, I’m coming for you-” “Bold of you guys to assume I don’t want to die-” “Cypress are you okay-” “If I get into hell I call lava bath-”

Jon facepalmed.

Martin was honestly both concerned and impressed about how they were handling this. If it was him, at this age he would’ve been freaking out and crying, not complaining.

“How are you so calm about this?” He asked, brows furrowed in surprise.

Raphi shrugged. “We’re Gen Z. We had lockdown drills all the time preparing us for a shooter, and once you think of that shit enough it’s not like you aren’t surprised when it happens. We’ve never been afraid of dying, we’re just afraid of watching the world burn,” the other kids nodded in agreement, “and look where that fucking got us.”

Martin was honestly stunned, but he chose not to comment.

“How poetic of you, Raph.” Elliot cooed.

“Oh, fuck off.”

There was a bittersweet moment of hesitation, before Tabitha yelled. “We’re going to win this, fuckers! We have the power of God and Anime on our side! Hiya!” She did the motions from the vine, and the rest of the class followed.

“Hiya!”

-

“List?” Rosie asked, checking supplies off her clipboard.

“Check!”

“Everyone have a weapon or something they can use as one? No, Elliot, I do not count your “bulging muscles” as a weapon. Stop pouting.”

“Check!”

“Everyone grab a buddy. Sydney will be with Tabitha and I, so everyone else should be in pairs. I think that’s everything.”

Rosie turned to Jon and Martin, who were waiting for her to finish the roll call. Jon raised an eyebrow.

Rosie rolled her eyes. “It helps to have some semblance of order here.”

Martin elbowed him, and Jon grumbled something Rosie didn’t understand.

And so, class 108 started their field trip.

-

“Elliot! Raphi! Cypress! Stop making videos! We need to move.” Jon called irritably, annoyed at the loud, bad music that these kids were filming themselves dancing to. It made absolutely no sense to him.

He didn’t like it.

“But we’re doing Tik Toks, Mr. Sims!” Cypress called back.

“You-you’re doing what?” Jon asked confusedly.

“Tik Toks!” Elliot repeated, which did not help at all.

“I-what’s a Tik Tok?” Jon ran his hands through his hair.

“Google-y-eyes it!” Elliot answered.

“Not funny.” He muttered, already getting a headache.

“It was, actually. His puns are great.” Raphi, who’s hearing was only secondary to Katie in the class rankings, (they made a list a few years back), heard him muttering and shouted to him without stopping the dance.

“Fine-what the hell is that?” Jon said, affronted as he began to Know what these “Tik Toks” were.

Insidious.

“That’s a Tik Tok Mr. Sims!” Cypress told him.

“Why are they dancing?”

“To get Tik Tok famous Mr. Sims!”

Jon was notably distressed, so he took out a cigarette and discretely lit it.

Tabitha whipped towards him. “Chris, is that a WEED?”

“W-what?”

“I’m calling the police!”

Christ, these kids were going to be the death of him.

[omegangrins]

Chibnall, Children, Choice and Consequence

Allow me to introduce a companion piece to A Treatise on the Doctor:

It's pretty simple:

Chibnall knows what he's doing and is playing a long game to show how the Doctor needs to take more responsibility.

Let me start off with my favorite examples. That's right, plural.

Every single villain 13 faces is never defeated, merely pushed away from causing them any immediate problems. Tim Shaw being the prime example.

1&10. Seriously, Tim Shaw. Her plan was to use his own bombs on him and then teleport him off the planet. Even without Ranskoor Av Kolos, the Doctor should have thought to check in on him. Especially after The Ghost Monument showed the Stenza were a greater threat than she knew. She still hasn't even checked up on WHAT THE HELL THE STENZA ARE! They sound worse than Daleks but naw, let's go rain-bathing in the upper tropics of Canstano instead.

2. Ghost Monument. We saw the END of an interuniversal race. What the fuck is the beginning that got them there? Who is Illyn and how and why did he orchestrate a super race?

3. Krasko. Sent back in time. Really, Doc? Not gonna take a look at the device and see where Ryan sent the prick so you can double check that he's not gonna cause anymore damage?

4. President Trump analog. Ooooo, you looked at him menacingly, Doc, that'll show him!! Not like he's gonna KEEP DOING ILLEGAL SHIT LIKE THIS.

5. The Pting. She literally shunted it off ship to be dealt with by someone else BUT DOESN'T GO BACK TO BE THAT SOMEONE ELSE ONCE SHE HAS HER TARDIS. That's like leaving a living nuke floating around after sweeping it under the rug while you fly off to Paris.

6. The Pakistani-Indian conflict still happens and millions still die. Not her fault but still....

7. Kerblam. Sure, Charlie's terrorism was solved but not the underlying problem that led to it. Humans still can't work because corporations like profits over people.

8. Similar to the Punjab, how you gonna solve sexism, classism and all the -isms?

9. WHY WAS THE SOLITRACT THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE??!! It's been around since before the universe. Why'd it decide to come back now? It's a whole universe trying to hug our universe to death. Maaaaaaybe we should check out why.

11. She's gets a pass on the Dalek. Fucking impossible to eradicate them.

12. The Master!!! Finally she checks up on something after the adventures... and it's horrible. With everything gone to shit in her absence. Seeing a pattern yet?

And Barton? And the Cassaven? They didn't disappear into smoke.

13. Multiple Earths being multiply fucked. Remember when I said the Doctor couldn't solve racism, classism, sexism, or any of the other -isms? Starting to look like she needs to TRY.

14. The Skithra FLY OFF after getting hit by a laser beam. That kind of thing tends to piss people off. Even if they're idiots using other's technology.

15. Jack. The Judoon. The Ruth Doctor. All things I'd start checking out if I had a time machine BUT

16. WE CAN'T cause the TARDIS emergency alert is going off and we need to hurry up and run and solve this problem before we run out of time in our TIME AND SPACE MACHINE. Leading to another problem the Doctor could help solve but won't. Plastic and over-consumption.

17. Oh yeah, let's trap two Eternals from another universe in the same place. There's NO WAY that could ever turn out bad.

18,19,20. And again. Cyberium. Pushed off Shelley onto herself and onto Ashad and onto The Master.

That's almost 20 "enemies" the Doctor still needs to deal with.

Oh, not to mention that they let UNIT go defunct because they didn't have the forethought to ask if they needed any money in their alien fighting budget. After asking for an office, a desk, and a job. Kinda funny that way, aren't they?

I hope by now you've gotten the idea that this is VERY deliberate. This is Chibnall laying down some very heavy pipe to smack the Doctor like a clothesline. There isn't a one of these situations that can't come around to bite her in the ass.

Barton, Roberts, Skithra. These are all very loose strands for a time traveller like the Doctor to get tripped up on. Chibnall's past episodes prove it. They're all about the Doctor learning how to take responsibility.

42: The Doctor almost gets Martha killed and almost gets himself killed trying to fix it.

The Hungry Earth: The Doctor (a thousand year old "adult") tells Elliot (a 10 year old kid) that "Sure it's totally fine to go get your headphones while we prepare for an approaching unknown alien force." And 11 rightfully gets his ass chewed for it by the child's mother when the kid goes missing because OF COURSE THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS, JACKASS!

Cold Blood: I could write an entire essay about the Doctor's guilt over the Silurian/Human conflicts they've witnessed, but I don't need to. Because every single Silurian centered episode written in the new era is from Chris Chibnall. And you can feel the sad knowledge of Classic Who spill through. He KNOWS how many times the Doctor has fucked up with the Silurians (about 8 times in television format. And it's rough everytime. Rough.) and he writes those episodes like an apology on behalf of the whole human race. And the Doctor. You know why people are put off by Warriors of the Deep? 5 releases a gas that melts the Silurians. And though it's cheesy, the idea and execution is still horrible.

Add to that if the Doctor hadn't stopped to check the crack, then Rory wouldn't have waited and been around to be shot then absorbed by the time crack.

Power of Three: An entire episode about how the Doctor has a problem slowing down and really taking account of the lives of their companions.

Dinosaurs on a Spaceship: The Doctor actually tries to be responsible and pick the right people for a job. For once. But gets angry when they realize it's too late and there's another bunch of Silurians they failed to save. Classic!

Like I said, if you can't see the pattern, you're not paying enough attention to your responsibilites.

Which leads me to the why.

When you fly around time and space for thousands of years, you develop a few duties of care along the way. In every situation, you're the oldest. Technically the only adult in terms of experience. You have a responsibility to act a little less rude and be a bit more aware than needing cue cards to tell you that you should be sad about things around you. And that's the purpose of 13. She's unlucky but learning. Like 12 telling himself something with his face he couldn't say out loud, 13's instincts are leading her to a new place for the Doctor: being a caring, responsible person. Not so much laughing hard or running fast, but being kind. It's the one thing they recognized as a problem in themselves when seeing 1. Being a Doctor is about being kinder than that. Just because you HAVE to saw someone's leg off, that doesn't mean you can't wait a little and comfort them before you do it.

You wanna know what gave me every faith in Chibnall showrunning Doctor Who? 13 staying for Grace's funeral.

Do you understand how unprecedented that is? This is the same person who never said Goodbye to Jo Grant as she got married and fucked off into the night. The same Doctor who said, "I don't do domestic.", did it with Rose a regeneration later, and then closed himself off to everyone but a married couple he felt guilty about who ended up birthing his wife. Have you any idea the number of funerals the Doctor should have the common decency to sit through? This many.

So for 13 to stay around for the death of a woman she has only just met and not only that, BUT call out Ryan's father for not doing the same, it shows tremendous character growth. It's taken millennia but they're still changing.

Something similar happens with Rosa and The Witchfinders. Realizing that there a lot of companions who have been in situations that are sometimes worse than aliens, but they still manage to make it through. So she needs to buck it up and persevere for everyone else.

That's where her anger comes from, and really it's one of my favorite traits on her. It reminds me of 7. Someone impossibly old and impossibly kind saying to hell with it and at least having some fun with the evils who drag us through the universe. And just like Cartmel planned for 7, 13's past will come to haunt her.

That's where children come in. Most of us are crying babies to the Doctor.

There's this thing you notice most in British shows about answering the question directly as asked. Someone says "Are you sure?", you answer "Sure". That's a direct acknowledgement that you heard the question, understood it, and processed it enough to respond in a manner directly correlating to the question asked. Yas and Graham got it and said "Sure" but Ryan missed it and said "Deffo". This is like Elliot with the headphones. The Doctor should have immediately been like, "Okay, Ryan, it's obvious that you're still dealing with the trauma of your grandmother's death and probably not processing things on a logical level. I said "Are you sure?" Not "Are you deffo?" Because we are most definitely not deffo, Ryan. Graham, you wanna help here?"

I'm being sarcastic for points sake but you understand the idea. The Doctor knows better and has a responsibility as such. She should've really sat down with Ryan and Graham and seen if there was a better way to process their grief.

Because I'm fairly certain that "Deffo" is gonna lead to Ryan's death and Graham's cancer resurging as time cancer (I don't know what time cancer is. I just know it's bad.)

And that is gonna piss Yas off. Which will give you all that character you think she's missing (she isn't. Her character is in her subtleties and silences.). That's WHY her character is a police officer (like how does no else see that the man who wrote Broadchurch wrote an inspector character companion?) Imagine you're Yaz and you see the Doctor flying around in a big, magic box that says POLICE. As a fellow officer, you're gonna expect some basic safety protocols.

Like do a background check on everyone flying in the TARDIS to know whether they're stable enough (mentally, physically, emotionally) for time and space travel. It's no picnic. These people are going to go through hell. A little vetting and planning like Time Heist or Dinosaurs on a Spaceship goes a long way.

Secondly, full fucking disclosure.

"Oh. I can't die because I change my body. Oh. I have arch enemies that will try to kill and torture us any chance they get. Oh. My home planet is full of the biggest assholes in the universe and I'm including my arch enemies."

Third, police like to do this thing called "check-ups" where they go back to the scene of the crime in order to see if there is any more information that can be gleaned which you might not notice when you are busy running around trying not to be killed... Like, the Doctor has the perfect machine to do this with, but nope. Adventure done, run to the next place!!

These are all things you'd expect any reasonable person to do and say when taking others flying off into time and space and "helping". Even if they are an idiot passing through and learning. Especially when you consider the Doctor is vastly older and more experienced than everyone they encounter. They SHOULD know better. And they've got the lifespan to slow down. It's not like they need to be in a hurry because they're going to die at any moment like humans. The Doctor could easily stay for tea and it would be less than a drop in their lifespan.

Now, as usually is the case when I make these theories, I have a parts 1,2,3,4 and 6. There's allways this 5th piece I miss but I manage to get at the end.

But the 6th piece is the Timeless Child. The Doctor isn't a Time Lord anymore. They're not beholden to those people and ideas anymore. Even moreso, those people basically raped her childhood for their own gain so it's not like you'd really listen to them and their "policy of non-intervention".

I'm sensing a coming Trial of a Time Lord season (even believing these two seasons are the opening statement and preliminary evidence of the trial itself) wherein the Doctor finally gets the turnaround 6 deserved. A Trial of the Time Lords, if you will.

"In all my travels through time and space I have battled against evil, against power-mad conspirators. I should have stayed here! The oldest civilization: decadent, degenerate and rotten to the core! Power mad conspirators? Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen — they're still in the nursery compared to us! Ten million years of absolute power: that's what it takes to be really corrupt!"

This is what it's all coming down to. Chibnall's takedown of the Time Lords. And The Master is going to play the most crucial role of all.

They're going to be revealed as an Ux alongside the Doctor and show how the only constants they have in this universe are each other and it's about damn time they work together and tell these high collars to eat Schitt while they explore every star and planet they can find.

Come on, the episode is called The Timeless "Children". If it was just the Doctor it'd be called "The Timeless Child". The Master says as much with the misdirect line, "built on the lie of the Timeless Child." since we see two kids playing in that flashback.

"Since always. Since the Cloister Wars, since the night he stole the moon and the president's wife, since he was a little girl. One of those was a lie, can you guess which one?"

Now we know which one was a lie, we know the Master HAS known the Doctor since they were a little girl. THAT little girl...

But this is all just speculation. It's not like Chris Chibnall could have been thinking about this for the past 40 years and was given a blank slate to do whatever he wanted for five years on his favorite TV show. If y'all want to think he took those reigns and is choosing to make things worse...

Well then you don't know much about responsibility.

I'll let the man himself tell you about it.

"Very early in my career,” says Chibnall, “someone told me that you learn more from a failure than you do from a success. And then I lived out that phrase for a year in Los Angeles. I learned that I would not work that way again or be put in that situation again.” The essential lesson was: “You either have to be in total control of a show or working with people who share your vision and will work with you to achieve it. Also, never work with 13 executive producers.

“Camelot was the classic case of too many cooks. It wasn’t a harmonious set-up and I think that does manifest itself on screen.

“I had a fantastic cast but you have to be free to tell the story you want to tell in the way that you want to tell it. What ended up on screen was not what I wanted and so it is a blemish on my CV.”

Credit to @thirteenthdoc

“You immortals - so entitled, so spoiled. You never clear up after yourselves and you always leave stuff lying around.” - Thirteenth Doctor in Can You Hear Me?

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Left Behind - Chapter 30

PART 1 / PART 2

Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 / Chapter 24 / Chapter 25 / Chapter 26 / Chapter 27 / Chapter 28 / Chapter 29

TRIGGER WARNING - MENTION OF MISCARRIAGE

It was only out of convenience that she and Lee had agreed to share the twin room of the suite. After all, Sally had volunteered to take the single room and Hugh and Kyrano the other twin. It left the boys to top and tail in the two double rooms and John and Ridley to take the double room across the hall. 

It didn’t mean Val had to like it. 

Lee was insufferable when he was worried. 

She knew he meant well. Knew it was simply because he cared. Knew that he got scared that he would lose something more than what he had in the past. 

It was because of his and Lucy’s parents that International Rescue had been born. Jeff had seen the grief of the loss and how it had affected his wife and his best friend. He had been there when the blame had been thrown back and forth, if only someone had been there faster, if there had been something to dig through the snow quicker, if only one of them had gone with them.

She remembered the day well though, remembered how both Gordon and Alan had been fussing, Virgil had had the flu, and Scott, John, and Jeff had gone to the store simply to escape it all. Her parents in law had wanted to escape it too, suggested to Lee that they took a walk up the mountain for some fresh air before dinner. They had tried to insist that he go with them and leave Val and Lucy with the three moaning children that just wanted to play in the snow. 

She remembered how he had refused, insisted that he was going to make the most of the time with his wife before he headed to Mars just a matter of weeks later. 

Absentmindedly, she felt for the ring on her finger, the plain silver band still in place after all that time. 

She knew he didn’t really blame her for what had happened to his parents. It was just a case of hurt and unfortunate circumstances that everything bad that had happened to Lee had always happened whilst she was around. 

She had been the one to lose their baby after all. 

A rescue that only she knew she shouldn’t have been on. It had been all hands on deck, everyone needed to help where they could. There was a reason she hated earthquakes most of all. Aftershocks that nobody could ever quite predict and buildings already made unstable threatened further destruction. 

The stupid thing was she hadn’t even been inside when it had happened. When the aftershock had hit and the community centre had come down and a stray rebar hit her just in the wrong place. 

She knew immediately there was no hope for the baby she had been carrying, barely a clump of cells but already so much a part of her. 

It wasn’t until much later that she found out that there never would be a baby. It was a sacrifice the doctors had had to make in order to save her. 

Surrogacy and adoption had been thrown around as ideas too early on, when she and Lee had still been hurting and grieving for someone they had never even met. Perhaps she would have considered it, if only life hadn’t gotten so hectic, if five nephews and an adoptive niece hadn’t filled the hole left. 

Lee had gotten angry. Blamed her for being out in the field when she shouldn’t have been. Not only had she risked her own life and that of their baby, but others too. More what ifs had been thrown around, accusations that couldn’t be taken back even if only said in anger. 

She could pinpoint the exact day their marriage had ended, even if no papers had ever been signed. 

It was only a fear of being lonely that left them together. 

And it was only habit that they shared a drawer in the hotel room. 

Except when she came back from her shower, half the drawer was empty. Glancing around the room, she realised that a whole half of it was empty. No glasses on the bedside table, no dirty socks left at the bottom of the bed, and come to think of it, no toothbrush in the bathroom. 

No sign of Lee anywhere. 

She should have seen it coming, they were moving Lucy that day. Taking her home to the Island so that her family could be near her even in between rescues. 

Except Lee had disagreed, had insisted that she would be better off in hospital with real supervision and real equipment available. Virgil and Sally had quickly shot him down, insisting that Elliot was more than capable of monitoring Lucy and their equipment more than sufficient. 

With the rest of the family on side, there had been no competition. 

Pulling out her phone she set it to dial as she rubbed her cropped hair dry. 

“Val,” The accented voice of Kyrano answered, “I’m currently securing the airport.”

She sighed, rummaging through her bag with a shake of her head, “Lee’s running.”

Kyrano snorted, at least that was what it sounded like down the line, some noise of disapproval before he tutted. Val stayed silent, waiting for some confirmation that he at least wouldn’t get out of that airport without Kyrano knowing. 

“Have you spoken to him?”

Holding her phone to her ear using her shoulder as she fastened her bra she rolled her eyes. Everyone always left it to her to speak to Lee, some old assumption relating to the remains of their marriage no doubt. On occasion the duty would fall to Lucy, being the older of the pair there was a certain authority she held over Lee that she was willing to use when needed. 

Lucy was unavailable though, so it was clear who the job fell to. 

“Not yet.” She sighed, kicking her legs in the hope her jeans would pull on just that little bit easier, “I wasn’t sure if anyone might have spoken to him, didn’t want to scare him further away if I could help it.”

“He might not be running,” Kyrano reasoned, “He did alright after Jeff vanished.”

Vanished. The word still seemed wrong considering for so long they had been saying how he had died. 

When Jeff had vanished Lee had been there, had been the one that had tried to get Jeff off of the damn ship before it blew. He had been there to actively do something at the time of the accident. 

He hadn’t even known where Lucy was when she had been hurt. 

“This is different,” She murmured, “And you know it.”

Kyrano sighed again, “Alright, I’ll tell my people to keep an eye out but you need to find out for sure if he’s a definite flight risk.”

Val scoffed as she picked up her shirt from the pile, “I’ll find out alright.”

“Keep me updated.” Kyrano told her, “I’ll see you at the airport later.”

“F.A.B.” 

Throwing the phone onto her bed, she glared at it briefly as she found the arm holes of the top. Like they didn’t already have enough on that day with moving Lucy, no minor deal given the security in place and medical equipment required. 

Groaning in frustration as the shirt refused to pull on, she stopped for a minute, standing with the stretchy material over her head and only one arm in a sleeve. 

“Inconsiderate bloody bas--” She uttered, spying the label of the shirt in front of her and realising it was back to front. 

“Why?” She uttered to herself as she pulled her arm from the sleeve and twisted the material around over her head, “Why can’t he just think? Huh? We’re all bloody stressed and unhappy and-- Oh come on!”

Top twisted too far or not far enough, she wasn’t sure, but the label was still in front of her face. Yanking it off of her head she threw it on the bed alongside her phone, deciding that the tank top would do, even if the weather outside was on the cooler side.

She’d be in her car at least. 

Grabbing her phone and leather jacket from the bed, she turned for the suite door, pressing dial as she went and resisting the urge to curse at the busy tone that answered. 

“Aunt Val?” Alan called as she passed him on the sofa, “Where you goin’?”

She smiled, turning to the youngest nephew as she straightened her collar, “Just to talk to your Uncle, have you seen him?”

“Nah,” Alan sighed, “heard him go though, like early this morning.”

Frowning at him, she tilted her head, “It’s not like you to be up early?”

His eyes fell to his datapad as he locked the screen and tilted it towards himself. 

“Alan.” She warned, dropping her voice and narrowing her eyes at him. 

He pouted, sighing as he looked up to her, “Please don’t get mad?”

Shifting over to sit on the arm of the sofa, she folded her arms, “What have you been up to?”

Still watching the tablet in his lap, he sighed heavily, “I was playing on the simulators, seeing if I could beat John’s high score.”

Raising an eyebrow, Val tilted her head, “And did you?”

“Turns out I couldn’t actually find what his score was.” Alan huffed, “So, I don’t know.”

From what Lucy had been saying, and from what she had seen herself, it was entirely possible that Alan could have at least matched John’s score. 

Not that she was going to tell him that yet. 

“How about, when we get back home you and me will have a go on the full simulator?” She offered, “Show the others what you’re made of.”

He sat straighter immediately, “Really? We can?”

If he had have been younger she would have ruffled his hair, but Alan was too big for that now. Too old to be treated like the youngest without protest. 

“You’ll fly Three Kid, I’ll make sure of it.”

She didn’t add that if Lee didn’t pull his finger out it might have been sooner than any of them had expected. 

***

Anger had been the prominent feature on Scott’s face when she had arrived at the hospital and told him Lee was gone. 

That had quickly been followed by rushed, tense words and a show of storming out of the room with a promise to find him. 

Val had been left with Lucy, silently praying that her sister-in-law would forgive her for letting her little brother slip away as he had. She didn’t doubt her best friend would understand, Lucy had always said how stubborn and pigheaded he was. They had all clashed with him one time or another. 

He’d never gone completely off the grid before though. 

Never vanished off silently in the early hours without anyone noticing. 

“He must hate me Luce,” She sighed, “First your parents, then the baby, now you. What kind of wife is also a bad luck charm?”

A gentle tut from the doorway made her turn, Hugh nodded to her once as he stepped into the room, hair scruffier than ever but shirt ironed to perfection. 

“Tell her Luce,” He muttered as he eased down into the chair on the other side of the bed, “How could she ever be bad luck?”

She eyed him across the bed, Hugh knew the story, had sat and drunk whiskey with her over it one night when the weather had been cold and the memories painful. Both had shared their stories, been reminded that they weren’t the only one in the world to feel like they had been at fault for losing someone dear to them. 

“Lee’s gone, Hugh.” She uttered, “Without a trace.”

He nodded, leaning back in the seat and resting his feet on the edge of the mattress, “That’s not on you though.”

She could have disagreed, insisted that she should have seen it coming and should have spoken to him to stop it. 

Something on her face must have given her away.

“Val,” Hugh chided softly, “Lee has made his choice. Just because he feels differently from the rest of us isn’t an excuse for him to run away. Our focus here is Lucy.”

Looking back to the bed, she took a breath. Lucy was still pale, eyes black, burns hidden beneath the swathes of bandages. 

“Do you blame yourself?” She whispered, not looking to Hugh as she took her friends bandaged hand. 

“Every damn day.”

It was easy to guess as much, Hugh cared for Lucy, more than just as a friend. He had been there for her when Jeff had vanished and it seemed like since then he had never left her side, even if they did live on the opposite sides of the world.

Hugh wasn’t Jeff though. 

And Lucy wasn’t one for always listening to what others told her. 

“You shouldn’t,” She looked up to him, knowing that he would be watching Lucy, “Nothing would have persuaded her to get out of there.”

Val knew it was only easy for her to say because at the time she hadn’t been there and she hadn’t known what had been going on. She could guess that was equally part of the reason Hugh was blaming himself. 

“I should have dragged her out sooner, she could have died Val.”

She didn’t voice the thought that Lucy wasn’t out of the woods yet. Hugh no doubt knew that anyway. 

“She was desperate to know about Jeff,” Val countered instead, “My guess is that nothing would have got her out of there.”

Nothing but the answers she needed to hear. 

Hugh closed his eye as he shook his head, reaching out to rest his hand over Lucy’s as he sighed. Something that looked like pain crossed his features as he bowed his head. 

“Hugh? What is it?”

His lips pursed as he looked up to her, his eye dark and exhausted. She could see the fear there, the look of a man that had almost lost everything and was terrified of losing what he did have left. 

Val knew how to wear the exact same look. 

“We won’t lose her.” She assured, smile tight as she looked back to Lucy. 

Hugh snorted as he sighed again, “That’s the problem Val, I think I already have.”

[disdelusion]

“ yesterday? was that real? “

perfect blue sentence starters // accepting .

he opens one eye. elliot is standing right in front of him. his question seems urgent but david closes the eye he opened, returning to the darkness. he’s meditating with his legs crossed and his body hovering a couple of inches above the couch. he could be higher but david wouldn’t want elliot to think he’s showing off. it’s just that he does his best thinking when he’s untethered, floating in the air like an idea. 

( the question. ( rude ). don’t leave him hanging. )-- right. 

“everything is real.” david replies, inhaling slowly. he feels every single one of his ribs wrap around the breath in his chest. “even if it’s just your brain telling you things. the impulse, the signal it sends to you, it’s real. it doesn’t come from nothing. maybe it’s whacked out brain chemistry, maybe it’s something else. but it’s real. so if the signal is real, doesn’t that make the message real too?”

this isn’t the answer elliot wanted, david can tell even without looking at him. his hard-earned wisdom isn’t appreciated at this moment. fine. he uncrosses his legs, drops down and opens both eyes only to squint them at elliot. 

“what was real, what are you asking about?” david entertains the familiar concern. they’re both impatient with each other today.

“yesterday. was that real?” elliot repeats. his voice is even but it had to be told to stay even. david is clearly testing someone, judging by the presence of mr. robot. he’s there, standing behind elliot. arms crossed, feet firmly planted apart. ready to move with purpose.

david snorts softly in a surrender. and tilts his head back to jog his memory. yesterday-- what happened yesterday? he doesn’t like to think about new memories these days so he forgets them as they come. yesterday has to be summoned back on purpose, in the same way he tells his arm to move when reaching for something.

he sees the two of them, outside. which he supposes is strange in itself. but then he sees more, ziplines thrashing like angry snakes and tactical boots hitting the ground. rifles snapping, tires squealing. lenny is there because of course she is, he can even hear her yelling “HEY KIDS!!” at both of them. and once they scramble into her car, things do get blurry. maybe elliot has a point when he asks if yesterday was real because then the city around them turns into a beach and david doesn’t know new york well enough to guess whether it has a beach or not. it just doesn’t seem like a place that would allow an empty, unproductive stretch of land to exist. david hums, conceding. fine, maybe the two of them took the wrong turn in the heat of the moment. and then, in the middle of the beach, someone forgot to clean up after a party. they left an arch in the sand and didn’t pick up any of the kicked over chairs which was kinda shitty of them, now that he thinks about it. the armored pigs chasing them made it even worse, they tracked dirt onto the carpet and then smeared ash all over it when they stopped being a part of their stories. then someone started a bonfire out of the smashed chair legs and if david had to guess, he’d say it was lenny because lenny knows how to party and he’s kind of jealous of that. so she did her thing while he and elliot stared into the fire because david once heard there’s this personality test with a question all crazy people reply yes to and it’s ‘i’m fascinated by fire’. he’s not sure how long they sat there but he remembers there was ash everywhere, so either till the chairs stopped burning or the soldiers stopped coming.

something in his neck clicks as he stops remembering and turns his head to look at elliot again. 

“it was real.” what a privilege it is to be able to say that. david, the one reaffirming reality, not questioning it. “it was real because we made it real. signals from me, signals from you. it’s all real.”

david doubts that lenny was actually there or that someone started a bonfire on new york’s fictional beach. but does it matter? it’s just what their minds wanted to see in that moment. a person that makes the bad guys go away, a place one has to get to before dying. and a bonfire to stare into while the outside world is filled with zipping bullets and dematerializing bodies. 

i am fascinated by fire. two checkmarks by the tile that says TRUE. 

but david can still sense the agitation in the air because even though elliot is just like him ( like us ), he is only human. and david doesn’t want to splinter elliot’s anger because the world needs it whole ( even if he’s fragmented himself ( funny how that works ) ). 

“relax.” david croaks out slowly and raises both of his hands in what he thinks is a placating gesture. “they came after us, we ran and then we took care of them. that happened, i promise. the rest is--” he cuts himself off abruptly. 

david blinks, furrows brows. his eyes glaze over as he stares at a spot between elliot and mr. robot.

“you know, funny thing-- i don’t remember which one of us they were chasing.”

[gingerwritess]

ok this one is really really sad, one where the war in the whole universe is done and loki and reader has to part ways just because loki has to come back to asgard and live 5000 more years and like they're saying their goodbyes while reader is crying so bad she can't say i love you to loki and loki's like "see that shiny thing in the sky? that's asgard, I'll watch you all the time" but then on their last goodbye kiss loki just did a trick and cleared out reader's memories with him??? imsosorry

okayyyy i apologise in advance for this. and for doing this when i have like 20 other requests that came before this one.

i edited the plot a lil for clarification, so it takes place right before The Snap™️ but Loki was on earth with you so no stupid stabby boi. ohhh you wanted elliot in this too??? enjoy heh

also why is your url give-me-fluff when you’re putting ideas like this in my mind you sly dog

if you wanna cry, listen to this song on repeat while you read. trust me.

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Something is wrong. Extremely, horribly wrong.

It brings Loki from a restless sleep before it hits you, shooting straight up from the pillows in a cold sweat.

Darkness still encompasses the room hiding you from view, so he reaches out to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into his chest. His fingers slip under your shirt to spread against your stomach—you’re still breathing.

Relief floods his mind and he moves his hand up to find your heart, needing to feel it beating steadily under his hand before he can fall back to sleep.

It’s there. His heart is ready to pound out of his chest, but yours seems fine, calm and steady and thankfully reminding him that he’s fine, you’re fine, and Elliot is f—

Elliot.

The baby had been cradled in your arms when you fell asleep, only being a few days old, neither of you had wanted to leave him alone. Loki pulls himself from your warmth to flip on the bedside lamp, rousing you from your sleep as well.

“What’s going on?” You mumble, blinking groggily at him over your shoulder. He’s running a hand over his face, traces of slumber evident in his eyes, but his breathing is shallow and shaky. “Loki, babe, what’s wrong?”

“Is Elliot alright?”

He looks terrified, cheeks paler than usual and his eyes are frantic; it’s scaring you.

You nod and roll back over to check on your newborn son, but the little bundle of blankets you had fallen asleep next to is empty. You’re wide awake now, that’s for sure, and you fling the covers off the bed—babies are unpredictable, right? Maybe he slid further under or-or rolled off the bed??

“Loki,” you hiss, jumping off the bed and checking the floor. Nothing. “Loki, where’s our baby?”

He’s on his feet in a flash, ripping the covers off the bed completely. “What do you mean, ‘where’s our baby’?”

Your voice raises with the panic in your heart: Elliot is nowhere to be found. “Loki Laufeyson, this is not a fucking joke. I swear to god, if you are pulling some shit—”

His fist closes around your arm and he gives you a rough shake. “Why in the name of Valhalla would I joke about this?” He hisses, eyes flashing in anger. Anger.

It’s been ages since you’ve seen anger in his eyes, especially when he’s looking at you. But his grip on your arm is unyielding and only getting tighter, his fingers digging into your bicep until you meet his piercing gaze with fear-filled eyes.

He freezes at the look on your face, how you’re staring up at him as if he were straight out of a nightmare, and immediately the grip on your arms loosens. “Forgive me…” he whispers in horror, bringing a hand to the back of your head and pulling you flush against his chest. “Forgive me, my love, forgive me.”

You quickly wrap your arms around him in quiet comfort, reassuring him that you’ve already done so. “I’m sorry too. We’re both scared,” you explain, rubbing a soothing hand over his back. “We need to find Elliot.”

He nods and slowly lets you go, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and something on the bed catches his eye. The blankets the Elliot had been wrapped in are still piled on the mattress and he quickly picks them up, unfolding them and shaking them lightly.

There’s ashes? Some kind of dust, scarily similar to ashes, falling from the blankets, and you run a hand through the dark ashes, leaving black smears and stains on your white sheets.

“No, this couldn’t be…” your mind is running a thousand miles an hour, too many possible scenarios ricocheting around your head. Only one sticks out, keeps popping up to taunt you no matter how hard you push it away. “Loki, this isn’t…?”

Loki looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“He did it,” is all he breathes, setting a trembling hand on the bed and picking up a fistful of the ashes, turning his fist over to let the ashes pour through his fingers.

You can hear your heartbeat pounding and you try again: “Loki, answer me. Is this our son??”

His wide eyes meet yours, all colour drained from his face and the light in his emerald eyes promptly extinguished. You want him to just answer you, to tell you no, that’s not your son, that Elliot is in the room down the hall safe and sleeping soundly…but he just nods.

It doesn’t make any sense. But Loki grabs your hand, smearing the ashes—your son’s ashes—over your palm as well and he puts his other hand to your face, holding your cheek and he’s staring at you, absolutely terrified.

Waiting for you to turn to ashes with his son.

He should have known you were too good to be true.

To be his.

There are tears in Loki’s eyes, actual tears sneaking from the corners of his eyes as he watches you, waiting for you to be ripped from his hands.

The tears come to you before you have a chance to fully process what just happened.

There’s a flash of light from the window—the bifrost, you realise—and your door slams open. It’s Thor, who hasn’t been to visit you in months since he’d been on Asgard.

“Asgard has fallen.” Panic hides in his rumbling voice, but you can hear it loud and clear.

Loki is dressed in the blink of an eye, armour glinting from his chest. “To what end?” He asks, stepping slightly in front of you, quickly wiping the tears from his cheeks. His voice is steady, strong…fake. That’s not your husband.

“Half our people,” Thor hoarsely tells him. “Half our people are gone.”

Loki swallows thickly with a nod and you notice his hand shaking against his thigh. You step behind him and grab his hand, twining your fingers between his and squeezing tightly.

I’m here.

“Are there…are there ashes?” He croaks, pointing to your bed littered with the ashen remains of your son. Just hearing him brings another lump to your throat and you let your head fall against his back, holding onto his hand with a death grip and hiding the tears trickling down your cheeks.

Thor nods, his face ghostly pale. “I apologise to the both of you. This…this takes no prejudice in its victims. Brother, I trust you will do what is necessary.”

Loki finally squeezes your hand back, tighter than you can almost bear. “Leave us.”

As soon as the door closes behind him, he’s pulled you back into his arms and he’s shaking, his face buried in your neck. Shaking with sobs, fear, rage, you don’t know, but this, whatever this is, has done something to him and he’s finally broken.

Right when you were starting to piece him back together.

“Loki—”

“Don’t speak.”

Your mouth snaps shut, shocked and confused at his command. It’s not like this isn’t affecting you too, Elliot was as much your son as his! You open your mouth to argue, eyes narrowing at your husband—mmph.

His lips are on yours before a single angered word leaves them.

Wet. It’s a wet kiss, in the worst way possible. It’s all tears and tongue and he’s desperate, clawing at your face and your back and staining your cheeks with his burning tears. By the time he rips himself away from you, your skin is streaked with black marks from the ashen remains on his hands.

“I have to leave,” he whispers against your lips, eyes tightly shut and chest heaving. “I have to leave and you cannot follow me.”

“Bullshit,” you answer firmly, grabbing his face and wiping away a tear with your thumb. “I’m coming with you.”

He shakes his head furiously, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and pulling you even closer to him. “You are not. You’re safer here. I won’t be able to care for you in the way you deserve.”

“You think I care about that?” You smack at his arm, undeniably getting angry with him; he’s not allowed to make these kinds of decisions for you. “That was my son too, Loki. My son. Your son…our son.”

Your words hit him like a brick and he lets go of your shirt, hand coming up to caress your cheek. “That’s why you can’t come, my love,” he mutters. “I’ve caused you enough pain already. I will not bring you any more.”

“That is so selfish,” you hiss, wrenching your head from his touch. “Selfish, Loki, selfish. Clearly the better way to ‘care for me’ is to stay with me, right?”

Not that you could’ve ever known, but those words would haunt him for the rest of eternity.

His mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure of how to answer such an accusation. “I…you know I love you,” he says, practically pleading with you. “I’m trying to protect you! Don’t make this harder than it has to be—”

“Take me with you, Loki!” You cradle his head in both hands and force him to look at your teary eyes. “Just take me with you, idiot, take me with you.”

He can’t. There’s no way. It would never work, with Asgard now compromised and destroyed, leaderless and on the run. He knows you wouldn’t be able to survive a single unavoidable battle, and he wouldn’t be able to be there to protect you.

“I can’t. I love you, and because of that, I can’t stay with you.” He pries your hands from his face to hold them tightly in his own, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “You can hate me, blame me, wish I were dead. I don’t care. I refuse to put you through more pain than I’ve already caused.”

You back away from him, gaping and shaking your head in disbelief. He’s actually going to leave you. You want to hate him, to scream and yell at him until he wakes up and realises you can stay with him, but you don’t think there’s a bone left in your body with the strength to be upset with him.

“I can’t lose you too,” you say, your voice nothing more than a strangled whisper. “First Elliot. Not you too.”

He reaches for you and when you add a whispered “please,” his heart twists and breaks.

There’s only one way to rid you of this painful reality he’s created with you, but Loki wonders if he even has the strength to do it.

It would ruin him, the rest of his life, his spirits, and any hope for peace within him. But it would save you from a lifetime of pain, guilt, hatred…he won’t be able to live with himself if he doesn’t do it.

If he’s ‘selfish’ in your eyes, the least he can do is let you go.

You stare at him dumbfounded as he stands there, silent, out of words to say to you, his silver tongue finally stopped. Doesn’t he have anything to say to you? Any consolations, any comfort?

No, he’s just silent.

Then he puts a hand out, palm open in offering to you and you immediately place your hand in his. His skin is burning ice to the touch, biting through your fingertips, but you don’t let go, trying to let your warmth seep into his skin.

He curls his fingers around yours, his other hand coming to rest on the small of your back and gently leading you to the one window in your tiny apartment. Pulling aside the curtains, he leans down to press a breath of a kiss on your shoulder.

“You can hate me,” he murmurs, his voice steady. He has no more tears to shed. “You can curse my name. But I will not hurt you.”

“Loki, that’s not—”

He cuts you off by tipping your head up and kissing you again, molding his lips into yours. When he pulls away he stays there for a moment, just letting your breath caress his empty lips and running his thumb along your jaw.

“I will not hurt you,” he repeats, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Do you…do you see that star, my love? The one with four points, two to the left of the moon.”

He nods in the direction of the night sky, and you reluctantly follow his gaze to the left of the moon. Sure enough, a four pointed star blinks faintly down at you.

His arm wraps across your chest, running his thumb over your shoulder. “Let’s say that is Asgard. I will always be able to see you from up there, and any time you wish to see me, just look to the sky.” He presses his lips up the side of your neck, relishing the fading feel of your skin. “You see? I’m not leaving you, my love. Never.”

You know it’s a lost cause. He’s leaving and you’ve given up trying to convince him otherwise, so you just stand there silently in his embrace, letting him run his lips along the curve of your neck, knowing this may be the last time you ever feel his lips on you.

There’s nothing left for you here. It, whatever it is, took your son before he could even see the world you brought him into, and now it is ripping his father—your husband—from you too.

He lingers in your empty silence a moment longer before turning you to face him, cradling your head in both hands and brushing away your tears. “No more tears, my queen.”

He leans forwards, his eyes drifting shut and you know this will be the last kiss. You don’t know how you know, but something about it just seems so…final.

“I love you,” you blurt out, finally finding your voice. “I could never hate you.”

He rests his forehead against yours and smiles, a sad, heartbreaking baring of his soul, and he nods. “I know,” he softly assures you, then closes the tiny gap between your lips.

And for the first time, his kiss is warm. Not burning with passion, not the biting cold of a possessive lover, but warm.

He’s not speaking, but you can hear his voice clear as day echoing through your mind.

And I could never forget you.

The warmth of his kiss wraps your body in a saving embrace, filling you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head until his lips are barely touching yours.

The warmth is fading from his ghosting lips. Fading away, and you reach out to grab his arm, keep him here…

You’re standing in front of the window.

Why on earth are you up at such an early hour? You’ve got work in the morning. You should’ve been in bed hours ago.

With a tired sigh you trudge back to your bed, your bed that is much too big for just the one of you. Oh well, more space to sprawl, right? You pull the covers back onto the mattress—you must have kicked them off in your sleep—but there’s a dark streak of something on your white sheets.

Huh. You try to brush it off with your hand, but the powdery mark has stained and just rubs off on your hand. It’s weird, it’s almost like…ashes.

Oh well. You’ll wash the sheets tomorrow.

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[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

Brother (Part 2)

Fandom: Queen/ Bohemian Rhapsody

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Brian may/queen x reader

TW:  swearing, mentions of violence

Genre: Fluff and kinda angsty

Word Count: 2.1K

Requests: OPEN

Requested: (1)  Hi darling 💙 may I request some borhap cast or queen fluff of them cheering up reader because she burst into tears after having a rough day at school? I just had one and I feel shitty, plus my friend told me shitty things about me and even though he said he was joking it made me feel bad... sorry for this strange ask and also for bad English.

(2) Brother part 2 ???

Masterlist

Brian was about to lose his mind. His house felt small when his bandmates and his sister were wedged inside. Everything seemed louder, with Freddie and Roger's constant bickering. It was a godsend when the phone broke the loud squabbling. Brian let out a relieved exhalation before sneaking past his bandmates, tugging the phone off the hook.

"Hello?" Brian's voice turned louder with every second as the arguing continued.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Harold and Mrs. Ruth May or Mr. Brian May?" A cold voice made him jump lightly, turning his head to hear the woman better.

"This is Brian May, who's this?" He requested, wrapping the phone's cable around his wrist, as Deaky shot him an odd look, curious as to who was on the phone.

"This is Sunset High School. We need you to pick up your little sister, (Y/N) May," The feminine voice answered harshly, so harsh that Brian winced before his eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement and concern.

"Why? What happened?" The curly haired guitarist couldn't believe what he was hearing. Were you sick? Had you gotten into a fight? Had something terrible happened?

"We'll explain everything when you get here, please just come pick up your sister, Mr. May," Without another word, the line rung dead and Brian released a huff,  placing the phone down before pulling his shoes on, rushing to the door and grabbing his keys.

"Where are you off to, Bri?" Roger enquired, cutting Freddie off mid-reply, blonde hair falling in front of his eyes as he turned. Suddenly all attention was on the gentle giant.

"Something happened to (Y/N), her school needs me to pick her up," Brian explained, already twisting the door handle to open it.

"Is she okay?" Deaky suddenly perked up, worry filling his eyes.

"That's what I'm going to find out, I'll be back later," Brian quickly closed the door behind him, opening the door to Roger's car before heading towards your school.

You glared at the boy beside you, a large black bruise tattooing his left eye. Elliot shot you a furious, yet defeated look, before looking away, intimidated by your strong eye contact. You felt on top of the world, underneath all of your rage, until you heard the delicate voice of your older brother. You froze, and you saw Elliot snicker as your brother walked in. Your eyes immediately met the floor, feeling your blood run cold. The headmistress opened her door, ordering you and Brian into her office. Reluctantly, you stood up, wiping at your bloodied nose, wincing as you caught your busted lip, following after your long-legged brother. You kept your eyes locked on your feet as you both took a seat in front of your headmistress, knowing that there was angry look on his face.

"Mr. May, I'm sure you'd like to know why you've been called here," Mrs. Andrews began, placing her interlocked hands onto the desk.

"Yes, I really would," It was clear the fury in his voice wasn't aimed at your headmistress, but you instead.

"Well, your little sister here decided to attack another student- unprompted, may I add," You ducked your head down, fingers meddling with the necklace that hung around your neck - a gift from Roger- anxiously waiting for Brian's reply.

"Oh, is that so?"Brian forced out from gritted teeth.

"Indeed, now, in order to keep other students protected, we'd like for you to take her home and keep her away from our academic grounds for a week," Mrs.Andrews' voice was stern and dripped in disappointment; she'd always been fond of you, taking favour of you over others. But yet here she was spreading bullshit about being unprompted!

"Of course. Apologies on (Y/N)'s behalf. Have a good day, Mrs.Andrews," Brian stood up, extending his arm and Mrs.Andrews shook it before dismissing you both, calling in Elliot and his dad. Brian gestured for you to walk out and you stepped in front of him, head lowered as you made your way out of the building, bag shouldered onto your back. 

The drive home was filled with a tense silence, almost suffocating you.

"So, do you want to tell me what happened?" Your brother asked harshly, though it was more of a command.

"Not particularly, no," You shot out, turning your head to look out of the window.

"Don't think that we aren't going to talk about this. I'll call mum, or get Freddie on your case, "You rolled your eyes, glancing down on your phone and beginning to type. Just as you pulled up at a red light, your phone was snatched from your fingers. "Hey!" You snapped, reaching out as Brian slotted your phone in the car doors side pocket.

"If you believe that you get the privilege of your mobile phone after what just happened, you are insane," Brian growled, eyes fixated on the road as the light turned green. You crossed your arms, glaring at your lap, fire in your eyes. Soon, you arrived back at Brian's house, instantly climbing out,, grabbing your back before slamming the door aggressively. You stormed into the house, stomping up the stairs, ignoring the looks of the boys. Brian followed swiftly after.

"Change out fo your uniform then come downstairs. We're going to talk about this," Brian instructed, stopping as you crashed your door closed.

"Did you find out what happened?"Roger asked, glancing up from the video playing on his phone, tugging an earphone out of his ear.

"What do you think, Roger?" Brian hissed.

"Brian, dear, chill out. She's clearly upset and if you're angry it won't help at all. It will make it worse actually," Freddie advised barely looking up from his game of scrabble with Deaky.

"Brian stays with Roger, I'll go talk to (Y/N), calm her down so you both can think logically," Deaky stated before standing from his seat and clambering up the stairs. Deaky paused by the door, hearing Panic! At The Disco playing quietly, knocking on the door gently.

"Fuck off, Brian!" You exclaimed, burying your face in the pillow.

"S'not Brian. Can I come in, love?" Deaky requested, a noise of consent leaking through the door. He heard the door lock click and let himself in just as you collapsed face down into the bed. The bassist frowned, perching himself on the edge of the bed.

"Hey girly," Deaky greeted quietly, watching as you rolled on your back, turning your head to face him. You looked both furious and upset, tears threatening to spill despite the scowl on your face.

"What is it, Deaks? If you've come to lecture me, just wait until I come downstairs in a minute," You huffed, standing up and turning your stereo off, readjusting your shirt - you'd stolen from Roger when Queen come to stay for the spring and summer.

"I'm here to calm you down. I know that you're angry, girly, but neither you nor Brian are going to get anywhere if you're both angry. Roger is helping Brian take a breather," Deaky reassured, voice calm and even. Next to Brian, Deaky was like a brother. Freddie and Roger took the position of your best friends. Deaky had such a domestic vibe about him, it was almost surprising that he was in one of the most up-and-coming rock'n'roll bands. You let out a breath, running a hand over your face.

"Okay...Okay. Alright. Just give me a minute, Deaks," You wandered into the bathroom and Deaky made his way back downstairs, where Roger had just about calmed the guitarist down. To Deaky, it was a peculiar seeing the hot-headed drummer calming the usually tranquil guitarist. Not even a second later, footsteps echoed down the hall as you reluctantly wandered down the stairs. Just like when you entered, all eyes were on you. By the time you came downstairs, all the boys were situated at the dining table, an empty seat placed between Roger and Freddie, Brian and Deaky sat opposite the unoccupied seat.  You gulped before silently pulling the chair and sitting down. Your eyes remained fixated on your fingers, running your thumb over the broken skin of your knuckles.

"(Y/N), can you please tell us what happened? I only dropped you at school two hours ago," Brian enquired softly, reaching across the table to take your hand.

"Don't want you to be mad at me," You mumbled anxiously. Roger, Deaky and Freddie exchanged concerned glances.

"Just be honest. No one will be angry if you're honest, love," Deaky shot you a reassuring smile. Every second you sat surrounded by your friends felt like decades.

"I, um, there's- I- well," You attempted, your breathing increasing dramatically. Roger placed a hand on your shaking knee.

"It's alright, girly, take your time," the blonde stated softly, prompting you to take a deep breath.

"At school, there's a kid who won't leave me alone. He constantly harasses me and won't stop picking on me. Elliot talks shit about me. He used to be my friend. I hit him because... he found out that I'm your little sister and said some awful stuff about you guys. I got angry, furious even, and he said "What? Are you gonna hit me, you weak cunt?" so... I did," At some point during your explanation, tears had begun to leak from your eyes. Freddie wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you so you leant into his side

"Shh, birdie, it's alright, darling. Calm down, breathe," Freddie guided, rubbing your arm gently. During your confession, Brian's face had shrivelled into one of sadness, Roger's expression showed fury and Deaky showed concern. And, though you couldn't see it, Freddie's face screamed anger as well. Roger placed a hand on your back, while Deaky took your other hand.

"Pooh bear, why didn't you tell us?" Brian asked, carefully running his thumb across the back of your hand.

"Didn't want you guys to think I'm weak. That I couldn't take care of myself," You answered allowing Freddie to wipe away the seemingly endless stream of tears.

"Girly, we would never think that you were weak," Deaky responded, squeezing your hand tenderly. You could see tears rimming his eyes- it made you feel guilty.

"You're the most badass person I know, chickie! You're not weak for asking for help," Roger agreed, pressing his lips to your temple.

"Pooh bear, I'm your older brother, I'm here for you. I'm in your corner. I want to protect you," Brian sounded like he was on the verge of tears, doing nothing to stop the salty water making its way down to your chin.

"Thank you, guys. I'm sorry about the waterworks,"You mumbled, removing your hand from Deaky's grip to scrub at your eyes.

"Don't apologize for crying. Don't you dare," Roger demanded delicately, just as Freddie placed a kiss in your hair.

"I'd suggest moving schools but you graduate in two weeks," Brian added, twirling the ring on your pinky - the ring identical to the one on his middle finger.

"Only one, considering that I'm not allowed to back for a week," You replied, wiping away the last of the salty water.

"As soon as you go back, Brian's going to talk to your headmistress, won't you, darling?" Freddie narrowed his eyes, informing Brian that there was no discussion fo the matter.

"Definitely. Don't worry, love. We'll sort this out. At least you can do extra exam revision this week," Brian joked lightly and you let out a light chuckle.

"Bri, I love you but that's the last thing I want to do right now," You smiled, leaning into Freddie a little more, enjoying the warmth and comfort he provided.

"What do you want to fo, girly?" Deaky asked with a fond smile.

"I want to go to my room and listen to Panic! At The Disco. Then I want to eat, watch a movie and go to bed," You smiled back and the men around the tab;e laughed quietly.

"Alright, if that's what would make you feel better, then go ahead chickie," Roger squeezed your shoulder before you stood up and hugged each of them. Your brothers, who would love you no matter what.

Bonus:

"Thanks for making dinner, Roger," You wiped your mouth as Brian began picking up plates, Deaky helping him to place them in the dishwasher.

"No problem, chickie," Roger grinned at you before going back to wiping the dining table. Suddenly, Freddie grabbed your arm.

"C'mon birdie, lets set up a movie. Your choice, dear," Freddie instructed, leading you into the living room. A gasp escaped your lips at the sight. A large pillow fort dominated the room, the Tv buried underneath the mountain of fluffy blankets and oversized pillows. Fairly lightly decorated the outside and, you had no doubt, the inside, spreading the room with soft light.

"I hope you like it, girly," Deaky stated, making you jump as he appeared behind it you.

"It was Bri's idea, chickie," Roger added and you smiled, launching yourself at your older brother.

"It's perfect."

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[akatsukibandhscenarios]

55. First Married Fight

Pein It was quite uncommon for you and Pein to have any arguments. So you were surprised to find yourself very annoyed with him. Well not him, but his working habits. He was now rarely home and when he was at home, he usually was still busy to interact with you or your son. It was alright at first, but Elliot was missing his father now. So, you had to confront Pein. He was finally home but was held up in his office. Usually, you'd knock before going in, but this time, you didn't. You nearly burst into the room. “Honey, we need to talk.” It was clear in your voice that you were unhappy. “What is it _____, I'm busy.” He didn't even bother looking up at you. “I think you're working too much. It's starting to affect Elliot. He misses you. We miss you.” “I understand, but right now we have a lot going on. I can't afford to be home currently.” “Don't you care about us? You don't even greet us when you come home! Elliot cries for you now! If you aren't going to even speak to us when you're home, don't bother returning!” With tears in your eyes, you fled from his office, slamming the door behind you. Zetsu Arguments with Black Zetsu were common and frequent. You were used to his rude words, but you drew the line at him being rude to your children. Black Zetsu hardly even interacted with the kids, but when he did, he was incredibly rude to them. You mentioned it to Zetsu and told Black Zetsu to stop, but he'd ignore you. It all came to a head when Black Zetsu told Danny and Sammy that he regretted them being alive. “What the hell was that?!” You yelled after you'd finally gotten the sobbing children calmed down and away from Zetsu. “How dare you tell my children such a thing!” “They were-” You cut Black Zetsu off instantly. “Who cares what they did?! You don't tell your own children that you regret them being alive! That can cause damage to them in ways you clearly don't understand!” “Who cares?” “Who... You know what. Just go. I need to go and comfort my children. I don't want to look at your face for a little while.” “I'm sorry, _____...” It was White Zetsu, but his words meant nothing to you at that moment. You were too angry and upset to hear him anyway. Sasori You and Sasori had some fights, mostly due to his impatience. It was rare for you to be angry with him, but one topic always got you annoyed with him. It was him turning people into puppets. Especially when it was someone you knew. So, today when you walked into his workshop and saw a man you'd befriended, you were noticeably upset. “Sasori, what the hell is that?” You demanded as you approached your husband. “My newest puppet?” “He's my friend! I told you to stop killing my friends!” “He flirted with you, so it was time for him to be out of your life. No one flirts with what's mine.” “The hell? This isn't like you.” “I don't have time for this...” “You don't have time for your upset wife? Are you serious?” “_____, I'm losing my patience with this conversation, just go.” “Fine, I'll leave, but don't you dare enter my bedroom tonight. I don't want to look at you for now.” With that, you left the workshop. You couldn't believe he didn't care about your feelings after he caused you to be upset. How could he do such a thing to his wife? Itachi Fights or arguments with Itachi were practically nonexistent. You two got along very well and hardly ever fought about anything. So, you were surprised to find yourself getting irritated with your husband. Recently, he'd been overworking himself and not taking proper care of his body. You caught him a few times passing out or neglecting to take his medication due to being too busy. Serenity even saw him pass out a time or two, which scared her badly. It'd gone too far when you saw Itachi cough up blood. He became extremely pale and seemed like he would stop breathing due to how bad he'd begun to cough. He played it off as if he was fine though. “Itachi, you need to take better care of yourself!” “I'm fine _____.” “No, you are not! You are killing yourself!” “I'm already dying.” “I get that, but you can prolong your life if you stop working so much!” “_____...” “No Itachi! Do you want Serenity to grow up without a father? Do you want to leave us that badly?” “Of course not.” “Then take care of yourself dammit!” You then fled from him, upset and crying. You hated the thought of him leaving you and Serenity one day. Deidara Deidara and you had some arguments and fights, but it was never anything too heated. You always resolved your problems almost instantly. However, you were infuriated to hear that he was exploding nearby towns. It was due to him wanting to test his newest creations. “Sweetheart, why would you kill all those people?” You were trying to contain your anger as you spoke to him. “They died for the sake of art, hm.” “Art? Are you serious? You slaughtered them for the sake of art?” “Yeah, so what, hm?” “Those were people! What would you do if nova was killed for such a dumb reason?” “Dumb reasons, hm?” “Yeah, a dumb reason! Art is no reason to hurt innocent people! What you do for the Akatsuki is one thing, but this isn't okay!” “Enough _____, hm!” “Me? How about you enough Deidara!” With that, you stormed away from your husband. You were too annoyed to hear him for another second longer. You were so disappointed in him and his actions. “Don't walk away from me _____, hm!” You ignored his calls and continued to walk away from the blond male. Hidan Fighting with Hidan was a part of life. He seemingly loved to fight about anything and everything. However, you becoming angry with Hidan was rare. Other than his swearing, Hidan didn't anger you too much. That was until you walked into your living room and found your husband sacrificing someone. Specifically, it was a man who'd flirted with you earlier that week. He was a friend of yours until then, meaning he was off limits to sacrifice. “Hidan what the hell?” You called out as you watched the scene in front of you. “You swore my friends were off limits, but you literally just killed one of them!” “He fucking flirted with you! he brought this upon himself!” “No, he didn't. It was just harmless flirting. He didn't deserve to die!” “Shut the fuck up _____! I've already sacrificed him so it's too late now! You idiot!” “Excuse me? You know what Hidan, fuck you.” With those words, you turned around and left the room. You were furious with your husband and couldn't stand to be around him a second longer. You were worried you'd take his head off and throw it away if he even so much as spoke to you again for a bit. Kakuzu Kakuzu's money habits were the cause of many fights. He always won those fights and you allowed him. However, that was until this fight. Kakuzu was getting low on money and refused to buy more groceries for the house. More specifically, he refused to give you any money to buy the food you were going to be needed desperately. “You can't be serious. Kuzu, our child needs to ear. We need money to buy food.” “You have enough food. Just ration that.” Kakuzu was holding his case of money away from you protectively. “Kakuzu, what the hell? Kristina eats a lot. We need more money for food!” You were shocked at how strange your husband was acting. “I said no _____!” “Don't you love our child? Or me?! Do you want us to starve? Is money that important to you?!” “Of course it is.” He knew that was the wrong thing to say, but he couldn't help it. He'd been swept up in the anger of the heated conversation. In response, you just wordlessly stared at him with a disappointed look in your eyes. “_____?” You ignored him and turned away from Kakuzu. You had nothing to say to the man, so you just decided to just leave the room. Tobi There were no fights or arguments between you and Tobi. Since he was always so carefree, he never got mad at you or your child. However, that childishness was getting to be too much. He wasn't being an actual parent to Dexter. He was letting the young boy do whatever he wanted, which finally pushed you over the edge. You'd finally gotten angry with your husband. It was a strange feeling to have since you were rarely ever angry with the man-boy. “Obito, we need to talk.” “About what _____?” “You need to stop being so childish with your child.” “Why?” “He needs a father, not a brother and I need a husband, not another child.” “I have to act like this to protect us.” “Not when we're alone! I want my husband, not some baby!” “_____! Tobi is not a baby! He is protecting us, so be thankful!” “I'd be more thankful if he'd be an actual father!” With those words, you angrily ran out of the room. You couldn't handle talking to your husband for another moment. It was just becoming far too much upsetting and heated for you. Kisame Lately, Kisame hasn't been home enough for an argument or flight to happen. It wasn't like you got into too many of those anyway. Kisame usually didn't get angry with you and vice versa. It was a mostly peaceful household and it was great, until now. Due to the lack of Kisame, Alexander was growing quieter. He was missing his father a lot and you were missing your husband. Finally, though, he was home for a few days, so you decided to confront him. “Kisame, why can't you be home more often?” “I'm working to keep us safe and happy.” “I get that, but Alex is missing you a lot. He's not himself when you aren't here.” “He'll have to get over it because I need to keep working.” “Get over it? Oh, am I supposed to as well? Just get over missing my husband? Get over worrying about him?” “_____...” “No, I'll get over it. So will your son.” You instantly stormed out of the room. You couldn't look at him for another second longer. You heard him calling out to you, but you decided to just ignore his words and continue leaving. Madara With Madara, fighting and arguments were not too common. Sure there were some, but that was usually about something stupid. This time, however, it was about killing people. He'd begun to kill people from your town, and that wasn't okay at all. The person he ended most recently was a previous school teacher of yours. He was someone you had looked up to and ran into recently. So, this was particularly upsetting to you. “Madara! What is your problem! You said you wouldn't kill anyone from town!” “He was just a perverted old man who looked at you creepily.” “That's no excuse! He didn't deserve to die!” “That's where you're wrong _____.” “I'm wrong? You are the wrong one!” “I'm never wrong.” “Huh? Are you kidding me? Nearly every one you kill is innocent. You're always in the wrong!” “You have no idea what you're talking about!” With that, Madara walked away from you. He no longer wanted to hear the words from your mouth. It was just fine though. You didn't want to hear him any longer either. So, you made no attempts to stop him or call out to his retreating figure.

[vgckwb]

Danganronpa: Away Chapter 2: Talk is Cheap, Death is Free (Part 1)

The night after the first trial. Location: ???

The gold light peers through a portal to see the horrors that have occured. “I knew it was too good to be true” the light says to itself. “Did Monkuma know I couldn’t interfere unless he did something? Or is there another reason? Either way, I just need to find another way to help them. Hopefully before the body count becomes all of them. However, if I’m reading this right, there is going to be some help with that.”

Abandoned Hope’s Peak Academy Building:

I had the dream again. I was being dragged away, begging not to, while an evil smile haunted me. Only this time I saw some more detail. I was in a courtroom. Why was I in a courtroom at this young of an age? Oh yeah, grandpa. He probably had something to do with it. But why did I get involved? Why am I screaming to be let go? Why is this smile looking at me? The smile gets closer and closer.

“GAH!’ I said waking up. I breathed heavily for a while. I tried going back to sleep, but my mind kept jumping back and forth between Maria’s body, Roman’s execution, and that smile. It was only 2 am. “What do I do?” I said to myself. Just then I was reminded of some things.

[The first day of Monkuma rule]

“I just make statues of Maria to relax” said Roman.

[The night of the arm wrestling contest]

“By the way, one of you was complaining about the low amount of clay. I’ll make sure that they bring it along with the next food delivery” said Monokuma.

[Present]

“...Well, normally taking advice from killers isn’t something I would do” I said. “But I guess in this case, it’s better than nothing.” I got out of bed and went down to the art room. Maria’s body, the statue, and the tapestry have all been moved. I looked around and eventually found the clay. “Now let’s see...from what I remember from art class…” I prepared the clay and sat down at a station. I began by taking a lump of clay and start working on it. I knew exactly what I wanted to make. I began to work on the clay. I wasn’t an expert like Roman was, but I hope my stuff looks fine. I just kept working away at it.

The next thing I remember is someone telling me to “wake up…” I opened my eyes, not knowing that they were closed and saw the light of day and a figure hovering over me. “Good sir, wake up!” the voice said again.

I adjust to the light and saw Troy through the haze. “...Troy?” I say.

“HE LIVES!” shouted Troy.

“Oh thank goodness” said Jay.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

Troy looked at me and said “You weren’t in your room this morning, good sir. We thought something bad had happened to you. So we went looking for you.”

“Hey, he’s in here!” Jay called out to everyone else. “He’s alive!” Soon everyone was in here.

“What happened?” asked May.

“We just found him sleeping” said Jay. “He was just hunched over in a seat.”

“What were you thinking?!” shouted Cassy. “Why did you leave your room?!”

“...Well-” I said.

“Don’t yell at him” said Pierce, who I noticed had received a big black eye on his left eye since the last time I saw him. “He’s alright, and that’s all that matters.”

“Pierce...your eye…” I said.

“Huh? Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re alright” said Pierce.

“...But what he was doing here is a mystery” said Annabelle. “And I wouldn’t mind knowing.”

“Of course” said Rachel.

“So, um, what were you doing in here?” asked Sophie.

“Well...I kind of had a nightmare last night” I said. “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. I then remembered that Roman says he sometimes makes statues to relax. So I’d thought I’d try it.”

“I get it” said Pierce. “So, what did you make statues of?”

“Well, I…” I began when I remembered something. “Oh FUCK!” I called out and went back to my station. The statue I was working on was on its side, and pressing against itself. “Oh no” I said.

“What’s wrong?” asked Jay.

“It’s just *sigh* the statue of my mom I was working on got ruined” I said.

“I am sorry to hear that, good sir” said Troy, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure you can fix her.”

“I guess you’re right” I said. I picked her up and put her back on the station. “So, are we all getting breakfast?” I asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah” said Jay.

“I kind forgot about breakfast actually” said Duke. “I was too worried about what happened yesterday. And then Justin was missing. I became double worried.”

“Does this mean you like him?” asked Annabelle.

“Huh? Like, like him like him?” asked Duke. “Not really. I can’t deny his appeal, but I don’t swing that way. I just got so worried because I saw two dead bodies yesterday. That’s two more than I usually see in a day.”

“Usually?” said Annabelle.

“Appeal?” I said.

Jay put his arm around me “Let’s just go get breakfast. We can continue talking in there.”

“Huh” I said. “Oh sure.” We all made our way to the dining area. We each made our own breakfast, and sat down to eat. I decided to ask Pierce “So, how did you get that black eye?”

Cassy stopped and stared at me. “It was nothing. Honestly” said Pierce.

“NOTHING?!” shouted Andy. “Cassy just started punching you when we found out that  Justin was missing! How can you call that nothing?!”

“Cassy?!”

“Yeah,” said Jay. “It was kind of hilarious actually. I mean, it wasn’t so funny at the time, but now that we know you’re safe, it was funny.”

“Why did she do that?” I asked.

“I can explain” said Pierce. “See, last night, I was going to grab a bite to eat. Cassy was too, and we met each other in the hall. Cassy, being Cassy, wanted to keep her distance, but I told her that it would be fine. In the moment I said ‘no one would try anything just after the trial.’ So when you went missing, Cassy thought someone might have killed you. She took that anger out on me for thinking I lied. But you’re alive, and that’s all that matters.”

Cassy looked at him. “I guess that makes sense” I said.

Cassy looked back at me and said “Right. Of course. More importantly, I would like to know something. How did you manage to figure out who killed Maria?”

“Yeah, I was wondering the same thing” said Jay. “Your performance was amazing.”

“I would like to know as well” said Annabelle. “You’re style of questioning and summarizing was second to none.”

“...I don’t know…” I said. “I just kind of figured out what was going on. Although, you guys played a huge part in it.”

“We did?!” asked Buck.

“Well yeah” I said. “If it wasn’t for the information you guys gave, we never would have made it out of there alive.”

“But you were the one who put it together” said Cassy. “How did you do that?”

I stared at her for a second. “I really don’t know. It just kind of came to me.”

“Maybe it has something to do with his hidden talent” said Duke. We all looked at him. “I mean, I know that chemical compositions come to me naturally. Maybe he has a knack for figuring things out.”

“You know what?” said Pierce. “I think you might be onto something.”

“Really?!” said Duke.

“It makes sense” said Andy. “We each had the pieces, but Justin is the one who put it all together. Maybe he has some sort of puzzle solving Ultimate talent.”

“But how could we test it?” said Tammy. “I mean, I could engineer a puzzle, but I don’t have the materials.”

“That’s a good point” said Jay. “How could we test it?”

We all stopped to think. “Hey, what about figuring out who is controlling Monokuma?!” said Annabelle. “That’s certainly a puzzle worth solving.”

“It is” said Cassy. “But I’ve been trying to figure it out since Monokuma trapped us in here, and I can’t figure it out.”

“Well, maybe it’s worth giving Justin a try” said Elliot. “He might figure it out in minutes.”

“What did you say?” said Cassy, with a dark look on her face.

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” said Elliot. “I’m saying that Justin may be better than you.”

“Do you want to be the next person we find dead?” said Cassy.

“I’m not better than Cassy” I said.

Cassy and Elliot looked at me and said “Huh?”

“Well, it’s more that we have different skill sets” I said. “Cassy is better at getting information than I am. During our investigation yesterday, she figured out different elements that I wouldn’t even think to test. She might also be better at figuring out stuff than I am as well, but she needs time to do it, and Monokuma doesn’t give us that luxury.”

“Indeed I do not” said Monokuma’s voice from nowhere. Monokuma mysteriously showed up and then continued talking. “And as I do not give you the luxury of time, FINISH YOUR BREAKFASTS QUICKLY! I’ve got something to show you all upstairs.” Monokuma left.

Not wanting to try his patience, we did as he said and finished breakfast. We then all headed upstairs to see what he wanted. We found him standing by the walled off hallway. “What do you want, fuckface?” asked Buck.

“I’m glad you asked” said Monokuma. “But I am sad that you called me a ‘fuckface.’”

“Consider yourself lucky I didn’t go further” said Buck.

“Very well. I will do that” said Monokuma. “Ahem. Now for the main event. You all congregating in the trial room made refurbishing this old building easier. So now I have this area done for you. You can explore and kill each other here to your heart’s content.”

I found this odd. “What about the rest of the first floor?” I asked.

“Silly Justin” said Monokuma. “You don’t know what’s on the rest of the first floor. So you don’t know how hard it is to refurbish it. DON’T QUESTION MY METHODS ANYMORE!”

“Alright, chill” I said. “You could have just said that without getting angry.”

“True...but I like getting angry” said Monokuma. “Anyway, it’s time for the reveal.” Monokuma grabbed the end of the wall and pulled it back to reveal the rest of the second floor. “Presenting, the second half of the second floor. That is all.” Monokuma disappeared.

We walked forward to see what this new area entitled. There were a lot of classrooms. “So THIS is where the classrooms were” Buck said. The left side had classrooms going most of the way down the hallway. At the end though, there was a bigger room. I thought to check that later. The right side had some classrooms, but it had something else. A big room that spanned the back half of the hallway. I decided to save that room for last.

I first looked through the classrooms. Most of them were empty. They all looked like regular classrooms. I found some of my fellow students in some of them though.

The first room I found that had others in it had Sophie, Tammy, and Elliot. “Oh, hello” I said, walking in.

“Hi” said Sophie.

“Hello” said Tammy.

“Hey there” said Elliot. “So, what do you think this room was used for?”

“Huh?” I said, confused.

“It’s just that the three of us were arguing about what kind of room this is” said Elliot.

I stood confused. “It’s a classroom” I said.

“We know THAT” said Tammy. “We just want to know what kind of classroom it is.”

I was even more confused. “Wha……” I said.

“You know, like ‘Is this a math classroom?’” said Sophie. “Or like a psychology classroom?”

“Oh” I said. “That’s what you mean. What makes you think that I would know?”

“Well DUH! Because your grandfather used to be the headmaster here” said Tammy.

“Yeah, and he was still doing some side-work for Hope’s Peak up until his death” said Elliot. “And since you spent so much time with him, I’d thought you would have known.”

I guess that makes sense. “Unfortunately, I don’t know exactly what kind of classroom this was” I said. “By the time I was born, this building had already been condemned.”

“Oh” said Elliot.

“This doesn’t resemble the classrooms at the current Hope’s Peak at all” I said. “I wonder why.”

“Good question” said Monokuma, popping up.

“AH!” I said.

“See, at this building, Hope’s Peak was more generalized” said Monokuma. “Back when this building was open, they had your regular classes, and just put similar students together. If I recall, this was a social sciences room. When this building become condemned, the headmaster at the time, your grandfather, thought it was time for a change and asked the new building to reflect that change. The result was making Hope’s Peak, more open ended.”

“Tell me something” said Elliot. “Why did this building get condemned?”

“And why are you refurbishing it?” asked Tammy. “If you hate Hope’s Peak so much, why do you want to bring this building back?”

“Well...I can’t answer that first question” said Monokuma.

“Why not?” asked Sophie.

“Because that would give away too much” said Monokuma.

“We’ll figure it out eventually” I said, defiantly.

“Well, I suppose given enough time here, you could” said Monokuma. “But what are the odds that you’ll be alive to figure it out are in the first place?”

I was worried. That was a good point, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. “What makes you think any more of us will be dead in the first place?” I said.

“Smooth” said Monokuma kind of sarcastically. “But I already know. I’m already working on the next motive.”

That bastard.

“As for that second question, I have two answers. One, it’s to encourage you guys to kill each other in more creative ways. It would be boring if you each grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stabbed someone in the throat EVERY time.”

“Um, what’s the other reason?” said Sophie, nervously.

“The other reason?” said Monokuma. “Why, because this is the Ultimate Killer’s old stomping grounds of course. He feels nostalgic whenever he sees students roaming around here. It’s a nice little gesture I do for him. But it’s mostly the first answer.”

“WHAT?! No way!” said Tammy.

“Yup!” said Monokuma. “It was here that he came to learn about the best possible ways to kill people.”

“Why would your grandfather allow that kind of talent in?” asked Elliot.

“He wouldn’t” I said. “You know, I always thought that claim was suspicious.”

“Suspicious or not, he just admitted he went to Hope’s Peak. He is the Ultimate Killer, isn’t he?” said Elliot.

“Well, technically, no. I’m just an AI programed by the Ultimate Killer. I’m like a tool he uses for killing. Much like a knife or a gun. Except I’m cuter” said Monokuma.

“As I was saying,” I said, “I thought it was suspicious, but now that know that you went to school here while my grandfather was headmaster, there’s no doubt in my mind. You didn’t come to Hope’s Peak to become the Ultimate Killer!” Everyone was shocked.

“Alright smartypants,” said Monokuma, “IF the Ultimate Killer didn’t come here to become the Ultimate Killer, then what DID he come to Hope’s Peak for?”

“Well…” I said. “I don’t know.”

“AHA!” said Monokuma. “So you can’t prove anything! You have no evidence.”

“Well...you kind of just gave me some circumstantial evidence, if I’m being honest” I said.

“Wha? HOW?!” asked Monokuma.

“You just asked me to prove it. You didn’t deny it” I said.

“Well, I deny it now” said Monokuma. “You didn’t let me get to that point.”

“No, it makes more sense that you didn’t come here to be the Ultimate Killer” said Tammy. “I mean, Hope’s Peak is meant to help, and since when has killing people helped anyone?”

“Wars. Coups. Making martyrs. Getting away from people who attack others. The uses for killing are endless” said Monokuma.

“Sure…” said Elliot. “But those are a very specific way of killing, with a more specialized type of person to deal with those things. You kill because you don’t like Hope’s Peak. That’s more of a specific end to your goals, not what those things might accomplish.”

“But, you also work at Hope’s Peak” said Sophie. “How does that work?”

“Why should I tell you?” said Monokuma. “I almost let something slip because of your mind games. I’m not going to let that happen.”

“Doesn’t like…” I said. Everyone looked at me. “THAT’S IT!”

“What’s it?” asked Elliot.

“The Ultimate Killer doesn’t LIKE the talent he was originally recruited for” I said. “THAT’S why he said he came here to be the Ultimate Killer. He would rather be a killer than his original talent.” Monokuma was mad. “Am I wrong?”

“NO MORE QUESTIONS!” Monokuma fled.

“Does that mean you’re right?” asked Sophie.

“I think I might” I said.

“Wait, people can NOT like their talents?” asked Tammy.

“Well, yeah” I said. “My grandfather ran into those kinds of people from time to time. He would always talk to them personally and get to know why they don’t like their talents. It would take some doing, but my grandfather could always convince them that their talents meant something.”

“Huh. Interesting” said Tammy.

“But why did he not do that with the Ultimate Killer?” asked Elliot. “Then we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“I...don’t know” I said. “Maybe he couldn’t get through to them? I really don’t know. This was before I was born. I didn’t know him back then.”

“I suppose that’s fair” said Elliot.

“Well, at least we know what this room was for” said Sophie.

“Oh yeah” said Tammy. “I had forgotten about that.”

“Well, I should get back to exploring” I said.

“Seeya!” said Elliot.

“Bye!” said Tammy.

“Later!” said Sophie. I left the room.

The next room I walked into that had anyone in it only had Buck. “Hey Justin” he said.

“Hey” I said. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was doing some self-reflection” said Buck.

“Oh?” I said.

“Yeah” said Buck. “Being in here, it reminds me of my old school. I had to keep my grades up if I wanted to be on the basketball team. I used to think of all that fucking school work as a means to an end. A way to do the thing I enjoy. But..”

“But…” I said.

“Just thinking of this horrible shittastic situation we’re in, I’d feel like those classes would come as a sweet relief. And now I just feel bad that I treated it the way I did. I mean, look around. It seems so peaceful now.”

“I guess compared to our current situation, class doesn’t seem so bad” I said.

“Exactly” said Buck. “And I’m thinking ‘it’s only peaceful here because there’s no one in here. Usually, it’s chaotic. But it’s the same with basketball. It’s chaos, but finding your way though it is what makes it satisfying. So I’m thinking that when I get out, I should start treating school work the same way.”

“I like that idea” I said. “I hope you do better.”

“Thanks” said Buck. I left.

The last classroom I found with someone in it had Cassie. “Um, hi” I said.

“Not now” she said. “I’m trying to look for clues.”

“Well...if it’s information that you want…” I said. I then informed her of the conversation Tammy, Sophie, Elliot, and I had with Monokuma.

“...I can’t believe I missed all of that.”

“Well, it’s just wrong place wrong time.”

“No. They invited me to come with them. But I refused.”

“Oh...”

“God, I am such an IDIOT!”

“No you’re not.”

“I am! I’m too focused on getting out that I miss an opportunity to do so.”

“It happens to the best of us…” I could tell she’s beating herself up. “Look, there was no way of knowing that would happen. It only happened because I joined the conversation.”

“So...you’re saying I should follow you constantly?”

“Well, no. I’m saying that it can happen at anytime. The point is you don’t know. So it’d be hard to get anything on your own. I know how hard it can be to open up at times, but sometimes it can be worth it.”

“...I think I get what you’re saying.”

“Great. I’m glad we had this talk.”

“I think I would like to hang around with you for the rest of the day though. You know, just because.”

“...OK. We can do that.”

“Where are you going next?”

“Well, I was going to go to the room at the end on the left.”

“OK, let’s go!”

We left the classroom and entered that room. It was a library with a computer lab. Rachel and Annabelle were there.

“Oh, hi there” said Annabelle.

“How do you two do?” asked Rachel.

“We’re doing alright...I think” I said.

“Yes” said Cassy. “It appears you two have been here for a while. What can you tell us about this place?”

“Straight to the point, I see?” said Rachel. “Well, it’s just as it looks like. It’s a library. There are a lot of book here. As you could probably guess, I took a glance at all of the history books.”

“Was there anything to report on them?” I asked.

“Yes” said Rachel. “These books are ancient. Well, not technically ancient. But they are rather old. I think these were the book that were here when this school was operational.”

“That’s weird” said Annabelle. “Because I was in the computer lab, and all of the computers seem rather up-to-date.”

“That’s strange” said Cassy.

“So, if the computers are up to date, do you think you could contact the outside world?” I asked.

“I tried that” said Annabelle, “but they won’t do that.”

“Really?” said Rachel.

“Yeah, it’s using a weird operating system” said Annabelle. “According to the computer, it’s called Kuma.O.S.”

“No doubt a gift from our gracious host” I said.

“Why would he bother installing his own operating system if he didn’t bother to update the GODDAM BOOKS IN THE LIBRARY?!” shouted Rachel.

I have never seen Rachel like this before.

Cassy was thinking “...maybe it has something to do with the security. He had to hijack Monobird’s systems and install his security cameras and such. Maybe these computers had to be update.”

“Wait!” I said. “If these computers are connected to that, then it’s possible we might be able to reverse engineer it.”

“What do you mean?” said Rachel.

“Well, if they’re all on this Kuma.O.S., then it’s possible we could find a way around Kuma.O.S. by figuring it out on a computer that’s here.”

“Yeah. Yeah I think we could” said Annabelle.

“But we’d need someone who has an expertise with computers” said Cassy.

“What about Tammy. Maybe she could do it” I said.

“Good thinking” said Cassy. “We shall tell her at dinner.”

“Great” I said.

“You know, I’m starting to get it even more” said Cassy.

Annabelle tok out a notepad “Get what more?” she asked.

“Oh” said Cassy. “Well, I was having some trouble doing some detective work on my own. Justin is going around talking with everyone and in turn he is finding out all of this information. So I’m starting to see the benefits of getting out of my shell more...so to speak.”

“OK. OK” said Annabelle. “But as a detective, don’t you usually talk to witnesses?”

“OF COURSE!” said Cassy, defiantly. “What do you take me for?”

“It’s just...why aren’t you good at talking to people in this instance then?” asked Annabelle.

“Well...it’s just that...trying to get out of here is work. I’m a detective. I’m trying to solve a mystery. From the outset of this, you guys were presented as people I should be friends with. I don’t like mixing work with pleasure. When I’m at work, I like focusing on work. When I’m having fun, I like focusing on that. But in this situation, everything is jumbled. Are you my friends, or are you potential targets that I need to solve a mystery to save? I don’t know.”

“It’s both” I said.

“What?” said Cassy.

“It’s both” I repeated. “Well, I think you should treat it as both anyway.”

“How do you figure?” said Cassy.

“Well, I think Monokuma designed this to aggravate you specifically” I told her. “Like the three hour time limit on the investigation. He’s doing this to actively throw you off. Because he knows you’re a good detective when you work how you usually do.”

“So, you’re thinking he’s doing this to throw me off of my groove?” Cassy asked.

“I mean, yeah” I said. “You’re probably the biggest threat if you had time and the ability to investigate properly. So by taking all of that away, he’s trying to reduce you to the level of everyone else who doesn’t have experience solving high profile cases.”

“Hmmmm. You have a point” said Cassy. “Alright.”

“Alright what?” asked Annabelle.

“I’m going to try to break out of my usual style and adapt to this new situation. I can’t think like how I usually think if I want to bring everyone out of here” said Cassy.

“Oh. OK. That sounds fantastic” said Annabelle. “Now Justin…”

“Yes?” I asked.

“How did you figure that out?” Annabelle said.

“Well...I just thought of everything that’s happened so far” I said. “It seems like at every turn Monokuma wants to mess with Cassy.”

“That is entirely correct” said Monokuma popping up.

“GAH!” said Annabelle.

“But it seems like I should have been more worried about you, Mr. Arbil” said Monokuma.

“Well, how could you?” I asked. “After all, I have an unknown talent.”

“True...but you’re also the grandson of that jackass Westwood” said Monokuma. “If he wanted you in Hope’s Peak, then there’s no reason not to fear you.”

“So does this mean you fear all of us?” I asked.

“I-NO MORE QUESTIONS!” Monokuma said as he disappeared.

“Weird” said Annabelle.

“Although I think you were on to something” said Cassy. “I DO think he’s afraid of all of us. That’s why he wants us all dead.”

“I agree” I said. “But that presents a new question.”

“What's that?” asked Cassy.

“If he’s afraid of all of us, then why doesn’t he just kill us all. He has the means.”

“True” said Cassy. “You did mention that the Ultimate Killer doesn’t like his actual talent right?”

“Yeah” I said.

“When did this happen?” asked Rachel.

“When I was talking with Elliot, Tammy, and Sophie” I said. “Monokuma showed up there too.”

“Fuck” said Rachel. “I gotta check on her later.”

“Still, there might be a connection. I’ll need to think on it a little more” said Cassy.

“OK” I said. “Shall we continue exploring?”

“I think we shall” said Cassy.

“I’m going to stay here” said Annabelle.

“Same” said Rachel.

Cassy and I left. We went into the big room across the hall. It was a theater and it appeared that a lot of people came here as well. We looked around for a minute. We then decided to talk to Troy and Jay.

“Hey how’s it going?” I asked.

“Well, it’s just me right now” said Jay. “Troy has been lost in deep thought since we got here.”

“Oh” I said. “Any reason why?”

“Not that I know of” said Jay. “As soon as he saw the stage, he suddenly got lost in thought. I’m standing on guard so no one takes him from behind.”

“Oh. You’re doing a great job then” I said.

“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you” said Jay.

“Let’s see what else we can find here” said Cassy. We looked by the area we entered an electrical box. “What’s this?” I ask, flipping one of the switches. It turned on a light on the stage. We saw Duke and Pierce get blindsided by it. “SORRY!” I called out as I flipped it back off.

“Why is this here though?” asked Cassy.

“I can explain” said Monokuma popping up. “...What, is no one going to go ‘GAH!’ anymore?”

“I think we’re used to it at this point” I said.

“If you say so” said Monokuma. “Anyway, this was set up while this building was still in use. I didn’t want to mess with the building plans. Unlike a certain bird. Can you believe he installed a computer lab?!”

“He did that?” asked Cassy.

“Oh yeah” said Monokuma. “I was just lucky none of you got to it before I arrived.”

“You’re also lucky that you have machine guns pointed at us” said Cassy.

“Yes indeed” said Monokuma. “I just might be the luckiest person in here.”

“What about Sophie?” I asked.

“Well...we’ll see about that. Soon there may come a time where her luck will be pitted against mine” said Monokuma. “Is that all?”

“Yeah” said Cassy.

“Grrrrrreat!” said Monokuma, disappearing again.

We went up to the sound room and unsurprisingly found May there. “Hey guys” said May. “What’s up?”

“We were just having a look around” I said. “What did you find?”

“Glad you asked” said May. “Look at this.” She pointed to the sound system for the stage. “This thing is ancient. BUT it produces some of the best sound imaginable. In a non-digital format, that is. Man, I have always wanted to use one of these things. Although it only takes records and cassettes. I hope those are easy to find around here.”

“Maybe you could check the library?” I said.

“There’s a library?” said May.

“Yeah, it’s across the hall” said Cassy.

“Cool” said May, walking off.

Finally we decided to inspect the stage. “There’s a lot of tape here” said Cassy.

“Yeah, that’s so the actors learn where they’re standing” I said

“It is?” said Cassy.

“Yeah” said Pierce, inserting himself into our conversation. “Did you not know that?”

“Well...I don’t know how common that information is” said Cassy.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right” said Pierce. “I only know that because Andy told me.”

“So why are you judging me?” asked Cassy.

“I don’t know” said Pierce. “Perhaps I couldn’t see right from wrong after what happened this morning.”

“Look, I’m sorry” said Cassy. “I just got really scared and really angry.”

“I know. It’s just fun messing with you” said Pierce. Cassy glared. “Alright I’ll stop.”

“So, what are you doing on this stage?” I asked.

“I was just checking it out” said Pierce. “Which reminds me…” Piece looked up and called out “HEY ANDY! HOW YOU DOING UP THERE?!”

“FINE!” shouted Andy. “THERE SEEMS TO BE A PLATFORM UP HERE!”

“GREAT! KEEP ME UPDATED!” shouted Pierce.

“Are you sure it’s safe for him up there?” I asked.

“I’M FINE!” screamed Andy. “HEIGHTS DON’T BOTHER ME ACTUALLY!”

“Besides, if he falls, I’m here to catch him” said Pierce. “ISN’T THAT RIGHT?!”

“CORRECT!” said Andy.

“ANDY, WHAT KIND OF PLATFORM IS IT?!” asked Cassy. I looked at her. “I mean, as long as he’s up there.”

“UM...IT LOOKS LIKE IT CAN BE LOWERED!” said Andy. “IT’S PROBABLY USED FOR PERFORMANCES!”

“GREAT! THANKS FOR THE INFO!” shouted Cassy.

“NO PROBLEM!” shouted Andy.

“Pierce, did you notice anything else?” I asked.

“Nah” said Pierce. “By all accounts, this is a fairly normal stage. The lights seem to be in a weird place though.”

“Yeah, sorry about that” I said. “Say, where is Duke, by the way?”

“Oh, he went backstage” said Pierce.

“Maybe he found something there” said Cassy. “C'mon” she said, grabbing my hand and dragging me.

We headed back stage. It was a narrow hallway, filled with some props and costumes. There were two dressing rooms. “Which one do you think Duke is in?” I asked.

“I don’t know” said Cassy.

Duke walked out of the men’s dressing room. “You guys need me?” he asked.

Cassy and I looked at each other. “Duke, did you see anything interesting in there?” I asked.

“Eh, not really” said Duke. “Just a bunch of old scripts and stuff.”

“So, why were you in there?” asked Cassy.

“It’s the closest bathroom” said Duke. “What are you getting at?”

“So you don’t mind if we investigate?” I said.

“Go ahead” said Duke.

“Should we divide and conquer?” I asked Cassy.

“I take the girl’s room, you take the boy’s?” said Cassy

“Yup” I said. We broke off and investigated. I went into the boy’s dressing room and it is as Duke said it was. I walked back out and said “It looks like Duke was telling the truth” I said.

“Yup. Same here” said Cassy.

“Look, just because I insisted that Maria was killed in the art room, doesn’t mean I was lying” said Duke. “I didn’t know the trick to it.”

Both Cassy and I were stunned. “We were more worried about you penchant for peeping” I told him.

“What?” said Duke. “Where did you get that from?”

“From you trying to get into the girl’s bathroom” said Cassy.

“I told you, I was investigating” said Duke. “How was I supposed to know that someone was in there?”

“The point is you don’t go in” said Cassy.

“Yeah, it looks really bad that you did that” I said.

Duke was taken aback. He then hung his head in shame. “I guess you’re right” said Duke.

“Well, it will help if you apologise” said Cassy. “How about at dinner?”

“That sound good” said Duke.

The three of us walked back out together. Just as we were getting out we heard Troy scream “THAT’S IT! I GOT IT!”

“Got what?” asked Jay, who was recuperating from the sudden shout.

“Meet me at dinner, good sir” said Troy .”I shall have all the details for you all then. Until then, I bid you all adieu.” Troy ran off.

“I wonder what that’s about?” I asked.

“It looks like dinner is going to be eventful” said Cassy.

“Yeah” I said.

We kept looking around, but didn’t find much. Soon it was time for dinner, and we went off to join everyone else for this eventful evening.

Later, at dinner.

“A play?!” I said.

“Yes, good sir” said Troy. “I think this will be a great idea.”

“And what is this for?” asked Pierce.

“Why it is to help Justin find his talent, good sir” said Troy. Everyone looked at him confused.

“Um...How?” I asked.

“It’s simple, good sir” said Troy. “We put on a mystery play, and before we reveal whodunit, we shall give you the chance to answer!”

“And this will help?” I asked.

“Yes” said Troy. “At least, I think it will, good sir. It should test your aptitude for solving a case, like you did with the...unfortunate incident that happened recently. Worst case scenario: we just figure out your thoughts from it.”

“I guess it’s worth a shot” I said. “It’s better than someone getting killed.”

“I couldn’t agree more, good sir!” said Troy.

“Do you have a script?” asked Cassy.

“Actually, good madam, I was going to ask you about that” said Troy.

“Me?” said Cassy.

“Yes. I was wondering if we could borrow from a case you have solved to use as a script” said Troy. “I was stacking my brain for the best script, but I couldn’t come up with something. When you entered, it hit me. This way, not only can we guarantee that Justin doesn’t know about it, but it will be more real, which may help Justin more.”

“I guess so…” said Cassy.

“I think it sounds fun” said Pierce.

“I think you should help him” I said. “You did say you wanted to break out of your shell more. Besides, I don’t know how much more investigating we can do until we figure out Kuma.O.S.”

“What?” asked Troy.

“Oh yeah” I said. “Tammy!”

“Yeah?” asked Tammy.

“When we were in the library today, we noticed that there was a computer lab. I was wondering if you cod help us figure out the schematics of the weird programing that Monokuma installed. It could help us find a way out” I said.

“Oh. Sure!” said Tammy, delightfully. “Although it might take a while.Do you know how hard it was getting the blueprints for the prison computers? Like a month. And that was in a stress-free environment.”

“So, it’s going to take a while then” I said.

“Yeah” said Tammy. “But I can start figuring out stuff tomorrow.”

“Cool” I said.

Rachel looked at Sophie and said “Hey, I heard you had a run-in with Monokuma today. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine” said Sophie.

“Good. I don’t want that plush bastard doing anything to you” said Rachel.

“I know you worry,” said Sophie, “but I think you need to look out for yourself a bit more.”

“I’m fine” said Rachel.

“That’s exactly what I said, and we both know I don’t fully mean it” said Sophie. “Luckily Justin got him all flustered, so I’m not as worried.”

“Well, that’s good” said Rachel.

“I’m serious though” said Sophie. “I’ll be fine. Maybe you need to start taking care of me less, and taking care of yourself more.”

“...I’ll think about it” said Rachel.

“Good” said Sophie.

Duke was nervously looking at May. “What do you want?” May asked. “You've been nervous since we got here.”

“It’s just that...I want to apologize…” said Duke. “About yesterday.”

“Oh. Yeah, that was weird” said May.

“But I was trying to investigate, but I know it’s wrong…” said Duke.

“You know what you can do?” said May. “Maybe just stay away for a little bit. I mean, except in instances where Monokuma summons us all under the threat of death.”

“OK” said Duke. “So, how long do you figure?”

“I dunno” said May. “But I will tell you when it’s over.”

“Cool” said Duke. He picked up his things and moved next to me. “Well, that could have gone better” he told me.

“Could have gone worse” I said, trying to cheer him up.

“Yeah. I guess it could have” said Duke.

After we finished, everyone went to relax. It was kind of a big day. As I was about to leave, Cassy stopped me and said “Hey.”

“Hey. What’s Up?” I asked.

“So, was your mom the only statue you worked on, or…?”

“Oh. OH! Right. Uh, no actually” I said.

“Could I see what else you made?”

“Sure.” I walked her into the back room of the art room and showered her the top shelf. Up there was little statues of Maria and Roman.

“Oh. Cool.”

“You like them?”

“I like the thought behind them” Cassy said. “But your craft could use a little work.

“Yeah, I know” I said.

“You gonna finish your mom’s?”

“I think I’ll do that tomorrow. Today was a long day. I’m tired enough.”

“Fair...I think I’ll head back to my room and try to think of a case that Troy can adapt.”

“Hey, do you think Troy could do a good job?”

“Well, I think he has a flair for the dramatic. He’s also very upfront about being trusting. So I think he won’t ruin it too much.”

“Too much?” I asked.

“Well, you kinda have to fudge a few details in adapting the truth. It makes things more interesting.”

“Gotcha” I told her.

“Well, later” she said, leaving the art room.

I decided to reflect on the statues and the people they were inspired by.

Maria. Full of kindness and understanding right up to the very end. Always looking out for everyone. Roman, Andy, all of us. She was like our mom in a way. She had no place in this Hell. Hopefully she’s thriving in Heaven.

Roman. Always trying to impress. He was afraid to be left behind, and that fear drove him to make his decisions. Of course I don’t agree with what he did, but I understand it. If it wasn’t for all this intense pressure, I’m sure he’d be doing good for himself.

I left the art room and the night time announcement came on. After it finished, I was going to head to my room, but then I remembered something. “I wonder what’s new in the MonoMono Machine.” I walked over and gave it a spin.  Put some coins in and got a few things. The first notable thing I got a jumbo pack of marshmallows. “Weird” I said. “But I guess they’ll be useful for something.”

The other notable thing I got was an acoustic guitar. “OK, how does this even fit in here?”

“Oh, I know this” said Monokuma, popping up. “OK, let’s get into character. Short. Apathetic. Really believes in this stuff. Ahem. It’s MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGIC!”

“Right…” I said. ‘Hey so, as long as I have you here, you willing to be honest with me?”

“Depends” said Monokuma.

“How long until we’ve figured out everything?”

“Oh, I know this one too. OK. Short. Depressed. Athletic. Ahem. You’ve still got a ways to go.”

“Right. Well good night” I told him, as I walked back to my room. I went into bed and fell asleep, thinking about all of the weird stuff that happened today. What does it mean? And what will our future hold.

[werebatz]

do th ones ending in 8 and starting in 1 and 4

jesus christ alright here goes thanks friend

1. What is your OC’s favorite color?

huh i haven’t thought much about his personal preference tbh? i associate him with like. evening beach colors like kind of a dusky cerulean and sunset orange and rich brown and dark dusty grey? but i think he likes most colors. mostly he likes black or grey n wears it a lot because it goes with the colors of any other accessory he might want to wear

4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

a lot of loose deep-v grey or black shirts, Fantasy Joggers, and Rogue Boots, but with splashes of color that absolutely do not go together.

8. What is your OC’s theme song?

this. he has it memorized.

10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

envy? idk he steals but it’s not out of greed he just..has a habit or he needs to support his family. but he gets very envious of the rich who don’t do shit with their money except throw parties because he thinks the hardworking and homeless deserve it more and that he particularly deserves it more because he could use it to do shit that matters. also he gets jealous for attention and skill and stuff like that bc he’s Insecure™

11. What are your OC’s hobbies?

answered

12. How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

he’s patient with people who need help but when it comes to waiting he gets that typical adhd irritability. he’s hot-headed with ppl who aren’t at all compassionate or caring for others and generally selfish, but otherwise he tries to keep his temper and be the mediator

13. What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?

gender: trans male / sexuality: bi but strongly prefers men / race: uh i kinda pictured him as like some combination of italian and southwest asian in terms of ethnicity but that’s me / species: Oh You Know. ;)

14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

if he has a least favorite food it has yet to be invented. he will eat Anything but as a mama’s boy he has a certain appreciation for homemade foods like meatloaf and bread and pies and stuff like that

15. If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?

elias loves dogs but he’s never had one bc they don’t seem to get along with him? cats tend to like him but he’s not a huuuge fan. ofc they’re sweet and all but he just likes dogs more in theory

16. What does your OC smell like?

i feel like he’s got kind of an earthy smell to him but also a bit of Sea Breeze™ n stuff. like a dark chocolate commercial set on a beach

17. How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?

he’s a sneak thief lmao. it’s not really a job but it’s what he does. he’ll be an adventurer before long and he’s also a healer but he that’s mostly volunteer work that doesn’t pay. he feels fine about it and doesn’t really have an ideal job outside what he does at the moment

18. What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

fears: being useless, unloved, unsuccessful, and a waste

weaknesses: inattentiveness, selective idiocy, and lack of physical strength

strengths: passion, caring for others, quick fingers, healing, and being a goofus but in a positive way

19. What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?

ragtime and fantasy missy elliot i guess. i mean idk what setting i’ll play him in but he mostly just listens to whatever’s being played by traveling music troupes he likes to check out

28. What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

he’s a nervous pickpocket! he does it when he’s bored too, and will even take things off his close friends which he gives back later, he just Needs Something To Do. he’ll chew on stuff and always carries gum, and he’ll fiddle with his domino pendant too

38. What would your character do with a million dollars?

provide for his family and close friends, and probably donate some amount to local clinics and stuff

40. Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

tbh he’s either just gonna go be reckless and dumb by himself to get rid of boredom or he’s wearing what he normally wears (albeit shirt buttoned slightly less than normal) and heading out to a tavern with like his sister or something to pick up food for the evening.

41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

lots of pacing and also Reckless Nighttime Building Climbing. he’ll go into any nearby natural areas and just track stuff down, or invoke duplicity and vent to his double. he likes to keep his anger in until he can get away and blow off steam where it ideally won’t impact anyone else

42. Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?

he’s got some hand scars from Baking Mishaps and trying to do sick knife flips and failing, but nothing terrible as of yet (although hopefully he’ll get some as i play him lmao)

43. What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?

answered

44. How does your character react/ accept criticism?

think of that meme where a dude tells another dude he’s not attracted to him at all and he says “i’m completely fine with that” and then has a meltdown over it? except ten minutes later he’s Cool and trying to improve on it

45. If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?

look man elias has eaten shit that would drive the worst chefs ever on kitchen nightmares to drink. and he liked it. pineapple pizza is NOTHING.

46. Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

he would probably stick it with a needle somewhere to see if it actually worked. if it did he would keep it safe on his person at all times and if it didn’t he’d pawn it or something

47. Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?

answered

48. What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

his parents are decent and hardworking people. his dad isn’t around a lot and his mom is kinda sickly, so when his older sister (who was the one who really helped his mom out with physical tasks and stuff where she’d be on her feet a lot) left to become a sailor and pay bills he started trying to take on even more responsibility to make sure she didn’t strain herself. because of his parents he values hard work but he’s also very critical of the way society demands raw labor and productivity that pushes people to their breaking point, and believes that if he’s more well-off than someone in any way then it’s his responsibility to help them as much as he can. that’s also why he values generosity and compassion so much and scorns the rich who do nothing beneficial to society and the poor with their money.

49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?

he likes candy about as much as he likes any other food. he doesn’t get sugar rushes so much as he eats a ton of sugar and then just passes out.

oc asks

[eevandank]

Episode 10 Eev and Ank

“I have a Lucas, I can’t lose this.”-Elliot “I don’t have a Lucas, I thought I had, a female, one.”-Lola “A luquette.”-Elliot

When I wake up the sunlight hits my face with a nice warmth; together with the warmth of Eev in my arms. Instead of the cold of my tears I felt the past week. She didn’t run, like I somehow expected. She was still here with me like we promised each other. I kiss her hair and start to model it with my hands so I can every inch of her face. Her eyes start to move in her cases, she starts to breath heavier, she is having a nightmare. I try to wake her by shaking her shoulders, after just a touch doesn’t work. She opens her eyes and all I see is fear and sadness. Looking in my eyes makes the emotions softer but I can still see and feel her pain. “It’s okay, I’m here with you,” I whisper while pushing her closer to my chest. Her breathing lowers and she starts comforting herself at my chest. “We should really talk about last week,” she says with a soft voice. “I know and it will not be easy but we have time, right?” I reply. She nods, “I have nowhere to go to. Which actually is quite literal.” “But first get ready and have some breakfast,” I suggest. Her eyes start lighting at the thought of food, “Oeh I’m actually starving.” “Good I will make us some pancakes, Dutch pannenkoeken,” I reply. This is the first day in over a week that I feel fine, that I make myself breakfast, instead of cardboard tasting cereals and that I wear something with color, my favourite shirt, with a smiling rainbow cartoon. I place the whole tower of pancakes in front of Eev, she looks with wide eyes and I place powdered sugar and sirop next to it. “So I like mine with sugar, but you can also add some jam to it, or go savoury with cheese or bacon,” I say while she still looks surprised. “I’ll try the sugar first, it is just that it looks like a lot,” she says. I smile and add, “Yeah, it is lighter than you think, maybe still a lot, but just try and see yourself.” She takes a bite and looks even more surprised, but maybe even delighted, “They really are good.” I let her finish her first pancake before I start the conversation and say, “So now the talking part, you want to start?” Trying to not sound desperate and to not rush her when she isn’t ready. She nods and starts, “So at our date night, I got that phone call it was Seth, he told me that I needed to come immediately something was wrong with my mom. He didn’t want to tell me what so I guessed it was bad. And it was, she was depressed and I didn’t know her different than that. So she overdosed and we don’t know if it was on purpose or not. She is still in a coma. But I couldn’t handle telling you, I felt like I needed to be strong to take care of myself and of my younger brother and father. But I just collapsed couldn’t do anything only be sad, even though she never really was a mother figure.” I try to digest the story, but before I asked the question I knew I couldn’t take this, take it that she should go trough this pain. I sigh and after I take another bite I say, “I’m very sorry to hear that, but you already know that and heard that enough. But last week I called Seth, even though I will never forgive him, I needed to know you were okay. He told me your mom died, but apparently she is in a coma. And it really did something with me, it hit me, knowing you are in pain, and it brought me back to some pain I shut down, but maybe never processed. Last week I shut myself out, didn’t contact anyone, only ate, slept and went to school.” I keep quiet while my head keeps rumbling, Eev also sits silent across from me. She looks sad, but content I wonder why and then I feel that she is actually holding my hand and brushing it as a sign that we are in this together. I give her a thankful look back. “You know that I would never want to make you sad, that if I knew this would happen to you, I would have shut you out immediately. This pain does it help to talk, or is it still fresh?” she asks. “It helps that you are here now. And I never knew this would happen until it did, you know that I will never let you go. Because that is just the pain I grant no one, the pain that hurt me the most,” I pause and take a breath, “when my father left me.” I feel my breath stock and my eyes start to become swollen. But I also feel two arms around my neck, while she sits on my lap, and a her soft voice in my ears, “I don’t get why he would ever leave you.” I start sniffing and snuggle in her neck. “It was because he wasn’t free, and I even said that I was okay with it, but I never forgave him,” I add, we sit here for a couple of minutes until is say, “and your pancakes get cold, he would never accept that.” She gives me a kiss and sits on her stool, “He learned you to make these?” she asks. I nod, “Every Sunday he made them for breakfast. But I haven’t had them in a long time, only when I visit my grandma.” “You know my grandma always made us French toast. The same as my mother did back in the day before her depression, and miscarriage,” she says. I smile, “Memories, sometimes I can’t stand them, but some can make my day. But being with you will always be one of my best.” She smiles back at me, while I make something as a photo or video of this moment to add to my memories. We had a nice day talking about memories, our parents and some darker times. We ordered pizza and watch Love, Simon, but around 7 o’clock Lucas calls me. He normally texts me if I have time so I’m a bit worried. “Hey Lu how are you?” I say when I pick up and give a ‘I don’t know’-look to Eev. “Ank, Ank I really need your help now,” he almost screams in full panic. I set him on speaker so Eev can also hear what’s going on. “First start to get calm, then tell me what is going on,” I say, while I start counting my breaths. He doesn’t let me calm him and starts, “Are you okay, I don’t want to bother you if you don’t feel like it. You know last time we talked, but since you answered I think it is fine, but if-,” he starts scrambling out. “No it is fine, I took your advice and Eev is here with me. Now tell me why you called and are in such a panic. Is something wrong with your mom,” I try calming him down. “No, not my mom, it’s Jens,” he starts, still a bit stressed but knowing I will help him calmed his voice a little, “so I was with Jens in the park and we just sat at a bench we held hands sometimes kiss noting special, but we got followed and there was this guy. He started saying really mean and homophobic stuff and I just walked passed him and wanted to get away from him. But Jens he got so angry, he wanted to scream things back and started to bald his fist. And I tried to stop him, the guy actually walked past us and didn’t even look back. But Jens still is angry not calming down, he looks so hurt. We can’t go to his house because his parents don’t know about us and might not be that supportive, we sit a couple blocks away at a bench. He looks hopeless and I don’t know what can calm him down. He’s in his own world, nothing is working.” He sounds so hopeless and so in panic. Then Eev pokes my arm and points towards my wall, at a specific quote, the minute par minute. She mouths to me if she can talk and I nod. “Hi Eev here, uhm,” she starts to get uncomfortable, I give her a reassuring nod, “there is this quote at Ank’s wall and it says something like this, that you should take the time and if you can’t handle that day, you should take it slower,  and take that hour or just that minute and do it minute per minute.” “I actually remember that quote it hangs at the side of her closet. Next to my own favourite, ‘you never know what will happen, but life is now,’” he says. “It actually isn’t, because that quote is with you. I gave it to you and you hang it on your closet, in Belgium,” I say. “Yeah right it is, but it used to be there,” he states, then we hear something that sounds like someone who just hit a wall or a tree, and a loud scream of pain mixed with anger. “Uhm I think you have somewhere more important to be. Make sure he is okay. Let me know later,” I say and end the call. “I think you also have somewhere more important to be,” Eev says, while she wraps her arms around my waste which makes my head fall into her lap while I fall onto my side on the bed. This while I have the biggest smile on my face, together with Eev’s. I’m tickling her thighs to make her even laugh more. We start rolling on the bed and almost fall off, but I grab her waist and lean in so far that our lips collide, to keep her from falling of the bed. This kiss after such a laugh of joy was just what I needed to know that, I love her.

Somewhere next week a bonus, because I love this story and a little present because it’s my birthday