#like it's giving 'he's a fag so we don't need to worry about him' like no u should worry he could take any of your jobs fr

[jisungshotfirst]

hybe calling woongki slurs is so crazy...

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Dorcas had always done what they were told. They did what their mother told them because they loved ballet. And they wanted to be a professional dancer just like her. The problem was that by doing ballet, Dorcas had to sacrifice a lot of things. Ballet was a feminine dance, it was strict. Dorcas had to take care of their body. Make a special diet. Excersice everyday. Train and practice religiously. Dorcas could never drink, smoke, eat junk food, or do something to their body. Like tattoos or piercings or dying their hair. Dorcas didn't care about these things. But they were a teenager. And sometimes, they wanted to have fun. This weekend they wanted to go to Alecto's house for her birthday. The Carrow Twins' birthday. And they had to cancel for a performance. Now Dorcas' best friend was obviously angry.

Dorcas had been crying like an idiot at the Hogwarts' middle garden, by the fountain. Dorcas always cried alone. But now they had to hide behind a pillar because two certain boys went out for a smoke. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. They had been whispering and giggling for a while now.

"There you are, wankers!"

Dorcas froze when they heard her voice. They could recognize it anywhere. Marlene McKinnon was the type of girl that made herself be noticed. She was everything that Dorcas wished they were. She was bold, confident, funny. She did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. Dorcas always noticed her around. More than they should, actually.

"I need a bloody smoke now" Marlene continued "McGonagall's math excersices are killing me!"

"Hey Marlene" Remus said with a smile on his face while Sirius shook his head.

"No way, sweet love" Sirius tutted "You cannot smoke"

Marlene buffed and put her hands on her hips.

"Why not?"

"Because these will kill you"

"You're smoking as well"

Sirius smirked in a flirty way "If you die, who is gonna marry me then?"

Dorcas knew those two dated when they were twelve. Dorcas wished there was nothing there anymore. But Sirius Black flirted with every girl. Or so it appeared.

"Your grandma's tits are gonna marry you, sweetheart" Marlene answered sarcastically.

Remus laughed at this. And even Sirius was amused by Marlene's response. Even Dorcas had to smile.

"Dickhead..." Marlene tutted. Then she turned toward Remus "Lupin, give me a bloody cigarette"

"Only because I like you"

Remus smiled as he took the pack of cigarettes and offered one to Marlene.

"Also, welcome to the We-think-Sirius-Black-is-a-dickhead-club" he added.

"Moony!"

Marlene giggled "He can be good looking and everything but his only brain-cell fails him sometimes"

"Totally" Remus nodded. Marlene chuckled as she put the cigarette between her lips.

"So you think I am good looking?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

Marlene sighed as she took the cig out so she could speak.

"See?" she spoke to Remus "The single brain-cell only processed that part..." she tutted "Don't worry, tiny tiny brain-cell. You can rest now" she added patting Sirius' head.

Dorcas didn't like the way Sirius looked at Marlene, leaning closer. Marlene didn't look away. Her expression was of confusion. But she didn't look away.

The tension between them made Dorcas pretty uncomfortable. It was so awkward and wrong that Remus seemed uncomfortable as well.

"GO! INSIDE NOW!" Marlene screamed out of the sudden. Making the two boys and Dorcas jump.

Maybe Marlene was nervous for something else. Not because she could fancy Sirius, right? Right?

"We are not gonna leave you here alone..." Remus said.

"Go! Go! I said inside.... Go, go, go...come oon!" Marlene was practically pushing the boys inside as Sirius laughed.

But Marlene was like that. Unpredictable and impulsive.

"Bye sweet love..." Sirius giggled.

"Fucking disappear idiot!" Marlene screamed.

Marlene scoffed when the boys had gone inside. She put the fag between her lips again. And patted her pockets looking for a lighter.

"Fuck! The lighter!" she screamed to the door. But Sirius and Remus were far gone inside.

Marlene sighed in defeat. Then her eyes flickered to the side, just where Dorcas was. Dorcas hid their head behind the pillar again. But it had been too late. Marlene had seen them surely.

Dorcas closed their eyes in frustration.

Marlene faked a sigh.

"Now that I am completely alone, I guess I am going to sing with my beautiful voice" she used a sarcastic tone.

And so she began humming a song. Dorcas raised and eyebrow but smiled. They didn't realize how Marlene had walked up to them, spotting them in their hiding place.

Marlene stopped humming and smiled when she saw Dorcas. Her cheeks flustered a little.

"It's you..." she whispered.

Dorcas looked at Marlene trying to figure out what she meant. She looked so happy to see Dorcas. And Dorcas was pleased by that fact.

They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like ages. But they were only seconds.

Then Dorcas looked away and cleared their throat. Because it was getting intense.

"McKinnon, hi"

Marlene cleared her throat as well, breaking the bubble.

"Hi.. Hi..."

"Hi..."

"You know it is rude to spy..." Marlene said embarrassed.

She was no longer tough and confident like she had been with the boys. She suddenly became dosil and soft. She couldn't hide her smile. Dorcas concluded that was adorable.

"I didn't even hear what you were talking with them..." Dorcas answered defensively "I didn't even see who it was..."

Marlene didn't answer. She continued to stare at Dorcas, which was sending shivers down their spine. Marlene's smile turned into a frown.

"Were you crying?"

"No!" Dorcas exclaimed, wiping their eyes "I... I am allergic to smoke... Black and Lupin had like 3 cigarettes each..."

"I thought you said you didn't see who I was talking to..." Marlene raised an eyebrow.

Dorcas didn't answer.

"What happened?"

Dorcas sighed. They couldn't believe Marlene McKinnon had caught them crying. And she was asking why. God, it had to be her?

"You wouldn't understand"

"Why?" Marlene took a seat besides Dorcas.

Dorcas snorted.

"You are gonna think it is stupid" Dorcas sniffed "You could never have this problem"

"Trust me..." Marlene said "I have a bag full of problems"

Marlene smiled so Dorcas had to smile as well.

"Try me..." Marlene added "Maybe I can help"

So Dorcas ended up telling Marlene McKinnon about their problems. About their strict mother. About how they felt they couldn't be themselves and sometimes they couldn't do as they pleased. How they felt like an alien around their friends. Dorcas was only popular by convenience. Because of who they were. Because who their mother was. Otherwise, Dorcas would never had fitted in their friend group.

"Just tell your mother you are going to perform and you actually leave for the party" Marlene ended up suggesting. She had listened carefully. Without even interrupting just nodding understandingly.

Dorcas shook their head.

"She always comes with me to perform" they sighed "We've been practicing this routine for months"

"But we've been locked in this school..."

"My mother comes every weekend to train me" Dorcas said embarrassed.

"What?"

Dorcas nodded.

"She stays at Hogsmeade all weekend. She helps me practice"

Marlene's eyes opened like plates.

"Are you sure your mum is not Hitler's descendant?"

Dorcas giggled, shaking their head.

"Okay... Dorcas..." their name sounded great in Marlene's mouth "You need to tell to your mum to... To Fuck Off!"

Dorcas laughed. Marlene smiled.

"Easy for you, McKinnon..." they said "You're so confident... You always do what you want"

Marlene blushed. She blushed.

"It is easy because my parents don't give a shit about me..." she shrugged "They only care about their precious favorite son...the golden rugby boy..." she rolled her eyes.

Dorcas' mouth twisted. It was kind of exciting finding out about Marlene's life. Her secrets.

"But still...." Dorcas smiled "I don't know how you do that"

"Do what?"

"Tell everyone what I think... Tell them to Fuck Off!"

Marlene giggled "Aaw it sounds adorable when you say it"

Dorcas rolled their eyes but they smiled.

"I wish I could be more like you" they added "Just do what I want for once"

Marlene looked down, putting a lock of her behind her ear. She was smiling. And her cheeks were slightly red. Dorcas wished this wasn't a product of their imagination. They hoped their were provoking that on Marlene.

"But why?" she shrugged "I am ugly, and raw and stupid and a bit of an asshole...."

Dorcas snorted "Well I think you actually are beautiful...." Dorcas was surprised by how easy these words were coming out "and smart, brave and really sweet..."

Marlene seemed overwhelmed and surprised by Dorcas' words. Dorcas was too. But God they fancied Marlene. So much.

"I mean you are helping me and we are not even friends..."

Marlene seemed to be in a trance. Dorcas smiled at how gorgeous she looked.

Then Marlene blinked and cleared her throat, getting out of it.

"No... I mean no we are not.... But we can be... We could be... I mean..."

Dorcas had bit their lip. They were so attracted to the way Marlene was stuttering. She looked so sexy.

Marlene snorted "You know what?"

"Yes, McKinnon?"

"This is what we are gonna do..." Marlene smiled mischievously "I have an idea"

"What?"

Marlene raised her finger as she took out her phone from her pocket.

"Give me your mother's number..."

Dorcas' eyes widened.

"No... McKinnon... What are you gonna..."

Marlene hushed them.

"Do you trust me or not?"

Dorcas actually did. I was so crystal clear. Marlene McKinnon wasn't even their friend. They didn't know each other at all. But Dorcas felt they knew her for years now. That they were the bestest of friends.

Dorcas smiled and gave Marlene their phone so she could copy their mother's number into hers. Then she made a call. Dorcas froze.

"Hello? Mrs. Meadowes?" Marlene said to the phone with a particular Scottish accent "This is Minerva McGonagall.... Dorcas' math teacher?"

Dorcas bit their lip to avoid laughing. Marlene truly sounded like Professor McGonagall.

"Yeah... Sorry to bother you at this hour. But I am afraid Mrs. Meadowes has to serve detention this weekend... Why.?" Marlene looked at Dorcas for an answer but they just shrugged "She called me an old cow in class..."

Dorcas covered their mouth to giggle.

"Sorry but your weekend plans need to be canceled...." Marlene added. Then she nodded several times "Ok, Mrs. Meadowes... Thank you for understanding... Yeah.. Good night..."

Aa soon as Marlene hang up, the both of them started to laugh.

"Oh my God..." Dorcas whispered "An old cow"

Marlene shrugged.

Dorcas' phone was already buffing. Their mother was calling. They showed their phone to Marlene. And they laughed even more.

"Don't answer!" Marlene warned.

"I am gonna get in so much trouble" Dorcas bit their lip. They were nervous but they were happy. It was thrilling. Dorcas had chills all over their body. They were having fun.

"You wanted to be more like me, right?"

Dorcas smiled.

"Well, I wouldn't answer her phone calls and texts all weekend and I would go to that party and have fucking fun"

Dorcas chuckled. Marlene smiled pleased. Dorcas turned off their phone and pocketed. That gave them a rush of adrenaline. It felt great.

"Done!"

Marlene clapped. Dorcas giggled. So as Marlene. Then they stopped. And for a magical moment, they looked into each other's eyes. Marlene was so beautiful it hurt. Dorcas wanted to kiss her so badly. They leaned in. Marlene kind of did it as well... But then Dorcas looked away.

They chickened out. Dorcas wasn't sure if Marlene fancied girls. They remembered the scene with Sirius Black earlier. He was probably a better match for her. Dorcas was a mess. Dorcas was too much of a coward to admit they fancied Marlene McKinnon. They weren't supposed to.

"I have to go" Dorcas stood up.

Marlene was still ashamed.

"Oh okay..."

"Thank you for helping me, McKinnon"

"Yeah sure" Marlene was blushing.

Dorcas dared to take the unlit cigarette from Marlene's ear.

"And don't smoke" they said "These ruin your lungs and stain that gorgeous smile of yours..."

Dorcas smiled and turned just in time before Marlene could see how they blushed. But they didn't see Marlene was bright red as well.

"Bye McKinnon" Dorcas said as they walked away.

"Bye..." Marlene sighed as she melted. Then she hit her head several times "Idiot..." she whispered to herself.

[irlbkgs]

2, 3, & 7 for the ask game!! whoever you want :3

tyty <3 gonna do suguru and stan bc i don't talk about them basically ever and lestat bc he's new and i need to talk about his. everything (i love him very much he is insufferable)

2. What are some ways in which you and your F/O don't mesh well? How do you overcome these differences?

for suguru it's mostly communication. he internalizes a lot and so do i but it's almost like in opposite directions. he can put up a very good mask to seem like everything's fine and i tend to take people at face value unless they give me a reason not to, so he just goes on being miserable while i think everything's fine. on the other hand i won't talk about my feelings either but it'll be pretty obvious when im in a mood, so he will just poke and prod until i spit it out, even if i don't want to. it's for the best ultimately but in the moment i hate it.

with stan it's kinda harder to pick smth bc we are very much opposites in a lot of ways but that's what makes it work. id say me and suguru are also opposites but it's more of an issue there than with me and stan. really, again, id say it comes down to communication, but even that's pretty minor. we both kinda don't talk about things until it just spills out which can lead to issues but it's also something that we obviously understand, which makes it less difficult. otherwise id say like ways we cope, he sorta just shuts down and Doesn't cope but i like channel all my feelings into other shit so i don't have to think about it. he has to stop me from overwhelming myself with side quests and i have to stop him from withdrawing or it leads to well. erm. im sure we can all guess.

lestat...dear god. um because of our traumas, though they're are very similar, we react in very different ways. for me i just sort of take bad treatment like it's no big deal and this even extends to him, id let him do anything to me as long as he stayed, and this is Bad bc when he gets triggered he tends to lash out or force me to stay in situations/conversations where id rather just take a moment and gather myself and my thoughts before saying or doing something i regret. on the flip side of that tho i can admittedly also become very manipulative or lash out when im triggered and since he reacts the same on that 2nd one there's like only two options which are fighting or using kink to cope which is not always great when nothing can be planned as a result of like heat of the moment feelings. but we also rly understand each other in ways nobody else could bc we have such similar traumas and can be our worst selves to each other without worry.

3. What was your SECOND date like? Was it an improvement on the first in some way?

i cannot picture me and suguru going on traditional "dates" especially bc we were friends before hand but probably like the 2nd outing we had after becoming official was just lunch with ice cream after. very simple, pretty much on par with the 1st date and all our hangouts before. can't really be that much different when u know somebody for so long before getting together that you're already comfortable around them by the time dates happen.

id say the same kinda goes for stan in terms of the energy, we were def friends before so it's like date 1 and 2 were very similar vibes wise but we do actually have like planned dates vs hangouts. date 2 was a late night showing of the outsiders and we both fagged out like god intended. he's a big fan of johnny and would blush whenever he came on screen.

now lestat is actually different bc it was like. we were pursuing each other from the jump. just a deep fascination on both ends, but not necessarily respect or an interest in the others personality, just intrigue and a bit of lust. so dates at first def had a bit of like. tension over whether or not we wanted to claw each other up or take things back to the coffin. 2nd date had slightly less of this and a bit more actual interest in each other as a people, i know i was starting to become less put off by the front he has of being confident and above it all when i began to realize he was at the very least passionate about what he does, which makes the confidence seem more earned. still, there was moments where i considered saying fuck it and ripping out his throat with my teeth. it wouldn't be a conversation with lestat if he didn't do something to piss you off.

7. If your F/O were a type of dog, what breed would they be? Maybe a mix?

pls forgive me bc ive got very limited dog knowledge butttt

lestat is one of those fancy standard poodles that's perfectly groomed. white fur of course. pink collar and gets mani pedis weekly.

suguru is a saint bernard, big but naturally gentle, well trained enough that you can take him in public off leash but also dangerous when he feels like his person is threatened

and stan...hmm im thinking a whippet. just tall and skinny and a bit weird on the surface but pretty chill and loyal.

[justabumatthepark]

YOU RIDE WITH PUTO FAG

YOU DIE WITH PUTO FAG

SIMPLE AS THAT

😈😈😈

FOGELL BITCH

IF I DIE FROM A VAPE

WE ARE BLAMING YOU

IMAGINE FBI AGENTS AFTER YOUR ASS FOR THIS WHOLE LITTLE SHPEEL

😈😈😈

HUSHMOUTH?

DONATIONS ARE OPEN

OH, AND ICE AIN'T SHIT TO THE FBI

YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT BY NOW

FBI AGENTS MAKE YOU SALUTE THEM WHEN YOU LOOK AT THEM PUTO FAG

YOU'RE COMMITING CRIMES IN US SOIL

THEY GIVE A FUCK IF I'M AN IMMIGRANT OR NOT

IT'S ABOUT THE SITUATION

AND NAH BITCH I AIN'T SCARED

I'LL SEE YOU OUT THERE

OH AND MAKE IT WORTH MY TIME PLEASE

YOUR HOMELESS BUMS IN THE STREETS BARELY SCARE ME

😈😈😈

BUNCH OF FAGGOTS

HUSHMOUTH?

NIGGA CAN YOU TELL ME WHY YOU'RE SO ADDICTED?

"FUCK YOU"

🙂🙂🙂

A GOD TO THESE NIGGAS

PUT MORE PRESSURE ON HIM

I CAN HELP BRING HIM OUT

I JUST NEED A PLACE TO STAY AWAY FROM THESE FUCKS

HE'LL FOLD QUICK AFTER BECAUSE HE'LL HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE WAR

AND TRYING TO RETRIEVE ME

CAN'T BE THE TOP GENERAL CALLING SHOTS

IF HE'S BUSY FIGHTING ANOTHER WAR

FIND THE TOP RANK

THE HIGHEST RANK YOU CAN FIND

AND EXTRACT INFORMATION FROM HIM

WHEN HE TELLS YOU WHO THE PERSON AT THE TOP IS

QUESTION THAT MOTHERFUCKER

THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE HIGHER

UNTIL YOU FIND THE PUSSY BEGGING FOR HIS LIFE

AND HE WILL

BEG FOR HIS LIFE

HE JUST LIKE ME FR FR 💯💯

😈😈😈

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RANKS START THE REBELLION

ASK FOR MORE AND MORE

THE BITCH IS EITHER GONNA GIVE IT UP TO THE WAREHOUSE

OR TO THE ENEMIES

WAREHOUSE

GET TO THE MONEY FIRST

NOT TOMORROW NOT NEXT WEEK

TODAY

HE'LL FOLD

PROBABLY TRY TO GET OUT OF THE STATE

DON'T LET HIM

😈😈😈

WE WANT THAT GETAWAY MONEY TOO

"TELL THE JUDGE I COULDN'T BUDGE

IT WAS HIM OR ME" - LIL WAYNE

MONOPOLY ACTIONS

PUTO FAG

PICK WHAT YOU WANT

DO YOU WANT TO HELP ME?

OR

DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?

BECAUSE YOU SEEM TO BE CONFUSED

😈😈😈

"I DEFINITELY WANNA KILL YOU"

WELL THEN DO IT ALREADY PUSSY

FUCK IS YOU WAITING FOR?

"NIGGAS IS FULL OF EXCUSES ACT LIKE THEY TAKING THEIR TIME" - 21 SAVAGE

🙂🙂🙂

AND IF YOU WANT SMOKE

BITCH I WANT THE SAME THANG

😈😈😈

HUSHMOUTH?

JUST DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT ANYTHING

SPECIALLY NOT FUCKING JESUS

CAUSE I'M GONNA "DAMN, THAT'S CRAZY" YOU UNTIL YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE

BUSINESS ONLY WITH YOU FAGGOTS

HOMELESS SHELTER DOCU SERIES COMING UP

😈😈😈

LET'S SEE HOW TEXAS IS REALLY USING THEIR TAX DOLLARS COMPARED TO COLORADO

HUSHMOUTH?

"A GOD TO THESE NIGGAS"

WHAT'S YOUR OPINION ON DEATH?

"......."

TERRIFIED, HUH?

😈😈😈

Y'ALL STEADY PRESSIN MAN Y'ALL ARE FUNNY

ANYWAYS

PUTO FAG

AND HIS CREW OF FAGGOTS

THEY MID TBH

😈😈😈

AND IF Y'ALL HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT MY FRIENDS I SAY SAY IT TO THEIR FACE

BECAUSE I WILL NEVER BACKSTAB MY BROTHER

ONLY REAL NIGGA I KNOW

I DON'T SHIT WHERE I EAT

AND YOU PUTO FAG, TALKING SHIT ABOUT MY FRIEND

THAT'S PERSONAL

😈😈😈

WHY DON'T WE KEEP BREAKING YOU DOWN PUTO FAG

LET'S SEE A SORE LOSER

WHO CHEATS TO WIN GAMES

AND LIKES TO WATCH PEOPLE USE THE RESTROOM WITH HIS HIDDEN CAMERAS

AND PROBABLY JERKS OFF TO IT TOO

AND WHO HONESTLY JUST NEEDS TO KILL HIMSELF ALREADY

COME OUT AND PLAY BITCH

😈😈😈

IS YOU LIKE THAT?

😈😈😈

I'M FROM THE HOOD

HOOD BITCH

DON'T LET THIS FOGELL SHIT FOOL YOU

YOU TRY TO TOUCH ME AND MY LAWYERS WILL COME DOWN HARD ON THAT ASS

"YOU GON' SEE LAWYERS AND NIGGAS IN JORDANS"

😈😈😈

UNLESS

"IS YOU LIKE THAT?"

DONT WORRY DADDY WAS A BITCH

YO MAMMA A BITCH

YOUR GREAT GRANDMA A BITCH

WHOLE FAMILY TREE OF BITCHES

😈😈😈

JUST LIKE ME FR FR

🙂🙂🙂

SO WHAT'S UP BITCH?

"IS YOU LIKE THAT?"

"IT'S TIME FOR HIM TO PROVE THAT HE A PROBLEM"

HUSHMOUTH?

😈😈😈

🤭😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

KISS MY RING BITCH

SEE A CUTE CUDDLY BITCH

WHO'S THROWING A TEMPER TANTRUM ABOUT LOSING

MAN GET RID OF THAT BITCH

LET'S GET THIS MONEY

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MONOPOLY ACTIONS

PUTO FAGS KRYPTONITE

YOU'RE JUST A DUMBASS PSYCHIATRISTS WHO WASTED THEIR TIME

AND NOW I'M GONNA NEED THAT

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DONATIONS ARE OPEN

COLLECT 200 AT GO

🤭😂😂😈😈😈😈😈

HUSHMOUTH?

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

HEY PUTO FAG WHY DID YOU CHALLENGE ME?

WHY DID YOU PUT HOSPITAL EQUIPMENT INSIDE MY BODY?

"......."

SEEE NOW YOU DON'T WANNA TALK, HUH?

😈😈😈

THAT'S ALL I'M TRYING TO SAY MY GUY

IS YOU'RE ADDICTED TO THIS SICK FUCKING GAME OF ME TRYING TO FIND YOU

BUT IT AIN'T HAPPENING

😈😈😈

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"WE'LL PROBABLY SPEND IT ALL CAUSE THE PAIN AIN'T CHEAP"

DONATIONS ARE OPEN

-PUNCHES THE WALL-

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!!"

😂😂😂

SO KNOW YOU GUYS KNOW

ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME

WE ARE BLAMING YOU

😈😈😈

MORAL POLICE GO HOME

I DARE ANY ONE OF YOU FUCK NIGGAS TO STEP OUT OF LINE

AND I'LL MAKE YOU TALK ABOUT DADDY IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CLASS LIKE THIS BITCH

A BUNCH OF WORTHLESS MOTHERFUCKERS

I DON'T TALK TO PEOPLE LESS SUCCESSFUL THAN ME

😈😈😈

MIND YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS 

AND I'LL MIND MINE FAGGOT 

HUSHMOUTH?

I DON'T DO SCARY BITCH 

WE'LL SEE HOW LOYAL A HUNGRY DOG REALLY IS 

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😈😈😈

UNTIL THEN

"OUT HERE BEGGING FOR ATTENTION NIGGA SAY PLEASE"

😈😈😈

EVERYONE IS FORGIVEN

THE WHOLE WAREHOUSE

EXCEPT FOR PUTO FAG AND HIS CREW OF FAGGOTS

BRING THEM TO ME

😈😈😈

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WE BOTH THINK YOU FAGGOTS ARE IDIOTS

BUT I DON'T NEED Y'ALL AT ALL

HE DOES

😈😈😈

MAKE WHAT YOU WANT OUT OF THAT

OH AND IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE

FACT CHECK ME

😈😈😈

ONCE YOU IDIOTS REALIZE HE NEEDS Y'ALL

HE'S WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

PUTO FAG TOO SCARED TO BE ALONE

AGAIN FACT CHECK ME

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😈😈😈

HUSHMOUTH?

"SHOW MY FACE IN THE COURT SO YOU KNOW IT'S ME"

😈😈😈

FRONTIER JUSTICE IS FOR PUSSIES

BUT TORCHER FOR FUN IS BEYOND PUSSY

IT'S DISGUSTING

BUT I'LL ALLOW IT

😈😈😈

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WANTS TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING BUT WHY HE PACED THIS BOUNTY ON ME

JUST GON' HEAD AND REPORT BACK TO YOUR BOSS THAT YOU FAILED

TELL HIM TO CALL ME

IT'S BUSINESS

😈😈😈

Tap in!

DM ME

OTHERWISE JUST KEEP YAPPING AWAY

I GOT TIME

🙂🙂🙂

TIMER

HOW LONG CAN YOU YAP AWAY

TELL YOUR BOSS TO CALL ME

THE TIMER STARTED

NOW YOU'RE WASTING MY TIME

AND HIS

😈😈😈

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[tiqalicious]

Interview with Jack McCallum - Officer A. Hayes presiding.

JM: "I don't understand why I'm still being held here."

AH: "We still have a lot of questions Jack, we're just trying to make things a little more clear."

JM: "I didn't do it."

AH: "We know that Jack, but if you'll just take some time to describe it again for us, it could really help us out."

JM: "I've already told the lot of ye, he was dead when I found him."

AH: "On your farm, you said?"

JM: "Aye. T'was my neighbour's boy, little Rory. She brought him over once when he was nuttin but a wean, and you should have seen the smile on his face. His mam said t'was the first smile he ever cracked and I think it gave me a soft spot for em, cause by the time he hit ten, I'd let him come over every single day, carrying his little jotter and scribblin away like a mad thing at everything he saw."

AH: "He came over every day?"

JM: "Oh aye. Shannon didn't have a lot of money to throw around, see? So I was always fixing him lunches and letting him hang around. He was a good wee lad, spent all day out and about, and never really got into trouble save for falling in the water. I saw him running to the house once like he was feart for his life, chased away by a pine marten, convinced the thing was goin ta kill em. Best craic I've ever seen, that. Laughed till I was in tears."

Officers notes: Jack went quiet for a few moments here, only staring at the table. He hasn't looked me in the eyes since we started speaking, but I find it hard to believe he's hiding anything from me. He really looks as if he lost one of his own.

AH: "I'm not really s'posed to do this now, but you look like you could use a fag. Have one of mine."

JM: "Appreciate it. I uh… I told him not to go over to that grove, you know."

AH: "The trees where you found him?"

JM: "Aye. I'll tell ye now, there's always been sumtin quare hanging around that spot over the bridge. The animals avoided it like the fuckin plague. The dogs would get their hackles up any time ye went too close, the sheep would run away from it like the devil himself was at their heels, and the horses, well they wouldn't even take a single step upon that bridge. Me nan told me once when I was wee that horses know sumtin we don't. She said their eyes are open to the entire world afore them, and the rest of us are all just sleepwalking through it. I've learned to never doubt the judgement of me horses, but… I should have just took a hammer to that fuckin bridge. T'is my fault he's gone."

AH: "We'll find whoever did this."

JM: "No ye fuckin won't."

AH: "I promise ye now Ja-"

Officers notes: Jack became enraged at this moment, and it took a while to calm him down, but I was able to de-escalate without any need for restraint.

JM: "Ye still don't fuckin get it, do ye?. It don't want to be bloody found! There's something foul in there that should have been left alone, and I was too fuckin stupid to make sure it stayed that way! It took his fuckin eyes, Aidan! It plucked them right from his skull and left him out there to die an he was probably too busy chasing after a fuckin butterfly, to even see it coming! I DID THIS! I COULD HAVE STOPPED IT AND NOW HE'S FUCKIN GONE!"

AH: "Jackie…"

JM: "Don't you give me another fuckin word. Ye can't make this better and ye won't find who did it, so just fuckin don't. You lot aren't equipped to deal with any of this sort of thing."

AH: "Ye don't have to worry about that now, Jack. We've already brought in some specialists."

JM: "What?"

AH: "Some big important crew brought all the way over from London. They're at yer place now, lookin over the grove. They're the ones who asked me to talk to ye again."

JM: "It don't fucking matter, because THEY WON'T BELIEVE ME!"

AH: "I wouldn't be so sure of that, Jack."

JM: "What are ye on about?"

AH: "Never mind. Shouldn't have said anything. I'll be round yer way tonight to check in on Shannon. I'll come see ye after, eh?"

JM: "I don't ne-"

AH: "I said I'll come see ye after, make sure yer doing okay, right?"

JM: "Ah…. right then."

AH: "Okay, well I think we've got everything we need here, so yer free to go. Just keep away from the grove while that lot do there work, eh?"

JM: "Fine."

Initial autopsy report performed by H. Duffy, Coroner: Deceased male, 12. Eyes and tongue removed despite no signs of struggle. No entry wounds on body, yet subject is missing all major organs. Three ribs completely missing with no medical history of removal. Baffling absence of blood on scene or signs of trauma, perhaps sign of as yet untraceable chemical agent? No clear answers. Body sent to London for further investigation.

"So…. Thoughts?"

"Sounds like a rushed job."

"Indeed. I would wager that someone was interrupted."

"Aye. Farmer probably went looking and got too close to the scene. That child was supposed to disappear."

"So why not simply take the farmer as well?"

"Too much attention. Probably an entry point."

"Quite likely one of hundreds, honestly"

"The specialists…"

"Hunters, my dear boy. If nothing else, at least this little misstep is an opportunity to confirm some suspicions. Someone high up the ladder is running a branch out of london."

"I'll make sure our lot know to avoid the area for a few weeks."

"I'm afraid that's not entirely possible, quite yet. You heard the recording. The officer suspects something. The farmer knows, as those infuriating salt of the earth types so often do, but the officer… we need to tamp this down. Take these press certifications and see to it that the both of them receive a little guidance. Nothing grizzly, just send someone to make them think a little… differently. No need to stoke the flames any further."

"Of course, Cinnidh."

[poormeowmeowcollector]

Oh My God They Were Roommates! Just Roommates

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, smoking, breakdowns and lactose intolerance.

Characters: aro!Bucky ace!Loki (also genderfuid)

Summary: After the end of the Avengers, some kept fighting and some retired. Bucky was too tired to keep going, and he wanted the normal life. But he didn't expect the God of Mischief asking for the same thing

Notes: I made the Bingo! This was so tough to write but I really love the results!

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The Avengers are now in the past, after the Big Battle with Thanos. Some have gone offworld, some keep fighting and some just stop and try to leave a normal life. They are too tired to keep fighting. And Bucky is one of them.

After the battle, and after Steve handed his legacy over Sam, Bucky promised himself a normal and calm life. Sam respected it and asked for no help, even if things go bad. He pays a visit once a week and stays in touch.

Bucky now works in a small coffeeshop, and rents a small apartment. It's simple and cozy, he likes it. And he likes his simple life with his friendly co-workers and nice customers and he even gets laid if he's lucky enough. He falls in love with this kind of life.

One day, on a rainy night of November, he hears a knock on the door. He doesn't bother fetching his metal hand as he crosses the room and opens it.

And he finds Loki outside, wet and shivering. He never liked rain, says that water can compromise his cold resistance.

"Come in, you must be freezing," Bucky opens the door and moves aside. Loki nods and smiles, kicking his boots out after his feet meet the carpet.

And Loki never mentions Asgard. They didn't mention it as much before Ragnarok, but now they act as if it never existed. And suddenly, they make traditional soups.

"Th-thank you…" Loki smiles.

"Don't mention it. Take that thing on, will ya? Settle near the radiator, over the couch, I'll make you something warm to drink, okay?" Bucky replies, pointing at the soaking wet coat Loki's wearing. He makes a small nod and does as he was told, watching Bucky as he fetches his hand and heads to the kitchen. He knows that he shouldn't give him tea or coffee, it's quite late and Loki's an insomniac, so he settles down with chocolate. Well, he has a big sweet tooth, why not enjoy a nice warm cup of chocolate?

He goes back to the couch, smiling just a bit when he sees Loki covered with the blanket like a burrito. Loki takes the cup, holding it to warm up his hands before he takes a long sip.

"Th-thank you, it's q-q-quite g-good," He smiles, his shivering chin making his stutter appear.

"Again, don't mention it. What brought you here?" Bucky relaxes on the other side of the couch, his eyes on Loki. Last time he remembers, Loki was fighting.

"I couldn't move past Tony… it, it went bad, even when I was fighting. All nightmares and flashbacks and I… I think it's killing me. I wanna get out of this, retire. It's just too much, I can't take it anymore," He admits, his voice trembling again but not because of the cold. Bucky reaches out to his hand, a tight grip on it with his fleshed limp. And Loki leaves a small smile.

"And, I thought if you could use a roommate…" He finishes his answer.

"To be honest, it does get a bit boring without some idiots yelling at toasters," Bucky smiles.

"Bread should not be flying!" Loki spits, and Bucky laughs at it. But Loki also lets his lips twist upwards.

"You can stay for how long you want. But we will have to get a bigger apartment, this one has only one bedroom," Bucky answers.

"Let me rest for tonight and it will have a second bedroom tomorrow," Loki eyes the former soldier. He almost forgets about his magic. "But I can settle down on the couch tonight, it's comfy," He smiles. Bucky smiles too, he really doesn't feel like abandoning the apartment, he worked so hard to make it the way it is.

And they start to catch up with each other, while they have the energy to stay up. But they both grow tired and end up muttering goodnight and going to sleep.

For Bucky, it was a normal Saturday sleep, when he knows his alarm clock won't wake him up. But Loki hadn't slept with such peacefulness since Tony died.

~~~

"WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT MY HAIRBRUSH?" Bucky yells from the bathroom.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD I TAKE YOUR HAIRBRUSH? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU BRUSH THIS SHIT UNTIL NOW!" Loki yells back from the kitchen.

"LISTEN HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT. IF YOU EVER DISRESPECT MY HAIR LIKE THA- Nevermind, I found it," Bucky mutters the last few words. And Loki hears him perfectly. Because they are 7 feet apart. They didn't need to yell at each other.

"Good for you. Now stop blaming me whenever you lose something," Loki answers, waiting for the soldier to appear on their viewing field. And he did. But they now sigh and pay more attention to the food they're cooking.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Bucky hums, Loki making only a throaty sound as an answer. "What're you making? It smells nice," He asks, moving towards the kitchen to peek at the pot.

"It's a traditional stew on Asgard, you'll see," Loki smiles, but actually means "no peeking until I'm done".

Usually, Bucky was the one doing the cooking. Loki is a better cook, they use a lot of seasoning and know which one goes where, but they don't like it as much. In fact, Bucky can swear they only cook when stressed, as if they try to distract themselves with the smell of whatever they throw into the food.

And they basically talk through the night, with interruptions when Loki is rushing to the bathroom and returning like they had to give birth over there. At least until they both grow tired and fall asleep, right beside to each other. For the first time in days, no screaming and waking up in the middle of the night occurs.

Bucky sighs, trying to find something else to focus on. Something other than Loki's odd behaviour the last days, with the ongoing silence and numbness. Other than the sudden Æsir cooking. Other than the smoking they pretend it doesn't happen, like Bucky doesn't recognize the smell of tobacco in them. Something other than the screaming he hears in the middle of the night and knows that he can't help because Loki tends to lean towards the fight response and Bucky cannot fight back without hurting them.

And he knows where those things lead to. It's not the first time that Loki started going south after Tony. And the previous one was ugly, by all means. What if this one turns out to be ugly too?

"What are you thinking of?" Loki asks, their voice carefully soft. Bucky tries to appear calm, it's not worth worrying Loki too.

"Nothing special…" He shrugs, avoiding eye contact. But he hears Loki sighing and moving the pot before they walk on the couch and sit beside him.

"Is that why you are so worried? Come on, speak it up. Weren't you saying that we should talk about what is bothering us?" They are still soft, like Bucky's the elephant in the room. They were always like this, prefer to soothe others than speak about their issues.

"I'm just worried…" Bucky admits. This will not end pretty…

"Do you want to say what is worrying you?" Loki sits closer, big green eyes staring at him. The dark circles that start creeping around them making them brighter.

"Nah, it's not worth it…" Bucky regrets it and stares elsewhere, gazing at the asexual and aromatic flags hanging on the doors of the two bedrooms. And Loki makes a small tutting sound.

"You can just say you don't feel like talking, lies weren't needed," They argue.

"Says the god of them," Bucky thinks out loud. He shouldn't have said that.

The room gets cold, something Bucky knows is happening because Loki loses some control of their Frostbite when overwhelmed. They stand up and go back to the kitchen, speaking only to inform him that the dinner is ready with a dead voice.

Bucky follows them with hesitance, waiting for them to fill a bowl with the brownish stew before he serves himself and settles on the chair opposite to them.

The stew is nice. The taste of meat is strong and the seasoning makes it kind of sweet. Not exactly Bucky's taste, but he doesn't mind it. Loki plays with the pieces of meat inside it, his right hand holding his head.

"It's nice," He mutters, hoping he can make a small smile appear.

"It's shit," Loki argues, letting the spoon fall on the bowl as they stare at it with disgust. And then, they cover their face with their hands, their rapid breathing echoing.

"Hey, it's just some stew," Bucky tries to soothe them down but they stand up and pace to their room, the door slammed behind them. Bucky wants to follow, walk in and hug them tight and soothe them down. But it's wiser to give them some space.

He tries to finish his own meal, but his appetite is long gone. So, he empties the bowls back in the pot and washes the dishes, trying to think of what to do. He can already feel the apartment going colder and colder, and it's never a good thing.

Maybe if he finds something to cheer up Loki? They like sweets, maybe a cake. Thank God there's a candy store down the road, it will be maybe ten minutes on foot.

Loki doesn't react when Bucky opens the door and leaves, they probably don't even care. Bucky's lucky enough to find a dark chocolate cake, their favourite flavor, and it's cheap enough to buy it. And Loki is still locked in the room when he returns with the dessert.

"Hey, can you please let me in. Just wanna check on ya, you know," Bucky knocks the door. The handle twists and the door opens after a blanket of frost covers it. But, Loki's magic is like a green light that acts like smoke…

Loki is sitting on the corner of the bed, the room around them covered with a thin layer of ice. They have dropped every illusion, even the Æsir one. They do it plenty of times in an attempt to get used to it, or when they can't control the seiðr. They smile just so, fags showing, as they light out a smoke on an ashtray.

"Will you stand there?" They ask, voice dead. There are no tears in their ruby eyes, not trembling from the crying. They just look numb.

Bucky nods and sits on the other side of the bed, placing the box in front of him and a fork above it. "I thought you would like some cake…" He hums, inspecting Loki as they glance at the box.

"Thank you," They try to smile but their face disagrees. They take the box to their lap and open it, frost appearing on the paper that touches him and the fork.

"So, do you feel like speaking?" Bucky asks. They hate showing it, but they love talking and it actually helps them a lot.

"It's just some homesickness. Don't worry, it will pass…" They shrug one shoulder and take a bite of the cake. Their lips twist upwards, a good sign, and they place the box between them and Bucky, a second fork appearing in their hand.

"Oh, thank you," Bucky smiles and takes it, not minding the freezing cold of Bucky's skin. "So, it's about Asgard or the Avengers," He asks.

"Kind of both, somehow… and, it's also the nightmares, as usual. But they're manageable," They lie. After years with them, Bucky knows when they lie. And, most important, he knows when to demand the truth and when not.

"Well, if you feel like it will help, you can come over for snuggles and emotional support." He suggests. Loki smiles and nods, staying silent as they focus on the cake. Can you blame them? They haven't eaten properly for days. But Bucky does give them a look when he realises how fast they devoured the dessert.

"Wait, did you ask for lactose free?" They ask, after making the box vanish. And Bucky forgot to ask.

"Shouldn't you also ask before you eat the whole thing?" He also asks, his worry about how much Loki's small intestine shall suffer tonight growing.

"So, we are both idiots," Loki comes to a conclusion, finding Bucky agreeing.

"Basically, yes… and, I think I should suffer with you tonight, right?" He asks.

"Definitely, just lay near the wall, you don't want to be between me and the toilet," They respond, freeing the space of the bed they meant. Bucky got his metal hand out, he doesn't like sleeping with it on, and lay where he was instructed to, Loki laying beside him.

[damn-behzinga]

Losing The War Against Himself

Ethan Payne (Behzinga) Centric

summary - Ethan is losing the war of depression but other soldiers are going to fight beside him and help him win

warnings - depression, self harm, suicidal thoughts, angst, panic attacks, swearing, my terrible writing

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Sometimes, Ethan didn't want to talk about his weight loss. Sometimes, Ethan looked in the mirror and still felt disgusting and fat. He would feel terrible about himself and work out more and eat less, trying to get rid of the fattiness he felt but couldn't see.

The other sidemen knew that something was off with Ethan on these days but since he hadn't told them, they remained in the dark and confused about the situation.

Ethan was pretty open about how he looked up to the other sidemen and their lifestyle, especially JJ. JJ who was so strong and fit, who looked like how Ethan could only dream of.

Ethan just stood in front of the mirror and cried, he felt so disgusting, every way he looked at himself, he looked distorted. Ethan wanted to vomit when he looked at himself, ignoring all progress he made from the last two years, only seeing himself as the fat man he knew from before.

Ethan dried his tears, there's no way in Hell he would let his friends see him like that. So weak and sensitive. And so, to stop them from seeing him in any way that showed weakness, Ethan slowly went back into his shell, becoming a shell of their best friend. The sidemen were confused to put it simply and hurt. They had spent months getting Ethan to open up to them and all of a sudden he went back into that shell. The last time he felt like that was in 2015 and they did not want to go back down that route again.

Ethan's habits worsened. He'd show up for shoots, complete them and then leave. If it was an all-day shoot then he'd arrive on time and leave during his breaks, even if it was just for a walk around the block. He would go out of his way to avoid his friends, hardly interacting with them and not commenting on much during filming. He was like a zombie. His friends knew they had to find out what was wrong and helped him before it was too late.

Ethan was at his flat when the guys came over to confront him. He was simply lying in bed, not having the energy to get up or do anything productive. The men knocked on the door but Ethan didn't answer, too lost in his head. Ethan had given them all a spare key when he first moved so Tobi used it and they all entered the flat, searching for their friend.

"Ethan?" Simon called lightly, looking around the living room. When the men came up empty, Tobi nodded towards Ethan's door and so the group stood at the doorway and saw their best friend in bed.

"Go away, lads." Ethan's voice was hoarse from the lack of use but the emptiness was evident.

"We can't leave you alone like this," Josh said softly making his way through the messy room.

"Where's Charlie?" Tobi asked, noting Ethan's missing roommate.

"He moved out with his girlfriend," Ethan muttered. "He left, why can't you?"

"Because we're worried about you man," JJ answered honestly, his voice rarely soft.

"You don't have to be. I'm not worth your time." Ethan argued weakly.

"Ethan, when was the last time you showered?" Vik asked.

"I don't know. After the last shoot, I suppose." Ethan shrugged.

The friends exchanged looks, that was five days ago.

"When was the last time you ate a proper meal?" Harry questioned.

"I don't know," Ethan answered. "What does it matter guys? I'm still the fat kid I'm losing some weight now at least."

Both Simon and Tobi flinched at Ethan's words.

"Okay," Josh whispered. "You're gonna shower or have a bath and we're going to get you some food. Is there anything you want specifically?" 

"I don't care," Ethan said back, voice breaking slightly. "You guys shouldn't either. All I do is bring you down. Can't you go home and leave me alone, please?"

Harry wanted to give in and leave Ethan alone and hope that he would get better the next day and return to good old Ethan they knew and loved. But Harry knew that he needed to stay, that if he left his friend then the results could be tragic.

"We can't do that, mate," Tobi whispered. "Just go take a shower and take a breather. We're staying right here."

Ethan couldn't be bothered to argue, so he pushed himself up in bed, joints clicking after not being used for however long. JJ helped Ethan up, seeing how weak he was. Holding an arm underneath his shoulders to support him to the bathroom.

Despite the stumbling, Ethan made it to the bathroom. He turned and looked at the men and closed the door behind him and soon the men heard the water running. Josh turned to the group and started planning things.

"Okay, Simon and JJ will clean up Ethan's room. Vik and I will take the living room, and Tobi and Harry will knock out the washing up in the kitchen. I'll order us all some food." Josh explained. Everyone nodded and went to their respective rooms to clean up.

About fifteen minutes later, the rooms were clean and Ethan stepped out the bathroom, feeling clean for the first time in days, wearing a new pair of jogging bottoms and a long sleeve top. Josh was the first to greet him, having stood outside in case anything happened.

"What do you want to do now?" Josh asked.

"I want you guys to leave me alone," Ethan grumbled, walking to his room.

"Well, I was thinking about watching a movie or something?" Josh replied, completely dismissing Ethan's idea.

Ethan ignored his friend and sat on his bed. Throwing his towel into the laundry basket. He stayed silent and started searching through his drawers.

"What are you looking for?" Josh asked.

"My fags." Ethan sighed.

"I hid them," JJ answered, shrugging slightly.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" Ethan asked. "For fuck sake." Ethan slammed one if his draws shut. "I need them."

"You don't need them," JJ argued. "You need something else, those fags are gonna kill you."

"So?" Ethan growled. JJ and Josh were left speechless as Ethan ran out of the room to search the rest of the flat.

"What are you looking for?" Harry asked as Ethan looked in the cupboards.

"My cigs," Ethan answered briefly as he came up empty.

Harry let out a small, 'oh' and Ethan continued to search. Ethan's hands started shaking as he urged for a cigarette.

"You don't need them, Ethan," Simon explained.

"You just need to try and calm down. Let us help. You're going through a rough patch and that's okay, let us help." Tobi said softly. Ethan huffed out and breath and turned to face the friends.

"Please, Ethan." Vik pleaded.

"Don't any of you fucking understand?" Ethan yelled, his depression causing frustration and anger. "No, you don't. So fuck off and leave me alone."

"Not whilst you're like this," Simon exclaimed.

"Can't you just leave me alone?" Ethan begged. "Please, I'm fine by myself."

"Ethan, it's okay to admit you're not okay." JJ took a step forward causing Ethan to take a step back to avoid contact. 

"Go." Ethan pleaded, eyes watering with tears. He was trembling, close to a panic attack.

"Hey, Ethan. It's okay." Josh tried to ground Ethan, calling him by his name. He stepped forward and Ethan pushed himself against the counter. He slid down the counter and placed his hands on either side of his head. 

Panic was clawing at his throat and Ethan couldn't focus on anything, he started scratching at his arms, hard enough that red lines were becoming noticeable. Fast-paced breaths escaped Ethan as his scratches didn't calm him, he started to punch at his head, angry for being so weak and he just wanted to go back to normal. He couldn't breathe. He didn't want to let anyone down and yet here he was crying like a baby.

He was shaking, crying. He couldn't focus on anything, he continued to punch his head harder, as he sobbed. He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe? His breaths escalated, shallow breathes escaped him, unable to focus on taking proper deep breaths. The men watched in agony not knowing how to help their friend. Josh made the first move.

"Ethan?" Josh touched Ethan's arm lightly. Ethan immediately retaliated and threw his arm out, punching Josh on the cheek.

Josh fell back.

It was like Ethan could suddenly see what was happening. He looked down at his fists and then at his friend who was now being looked after by Tobi and JJ. Ethan let out a 'sorry' before running into his room and locking the door.

"Fuck, I'm so, so, sorry." Ethan sobbed, hands covering his eyes.

He backed away from the door and sat on the bed, calming himself down. Ethan eventually calmed down and heard knocking on the door.

"Ethan. Can I come in?" It was from Josh.

"No," Ethan muttered.

"Please?" Josh continued to beg.

"I hurt you, Josh. What kind of friend am I? I'm horrible." Ethan mumbled.

"What if I hurt you again?"

"You didn't hit that hard, Ethan. It barely hurt. You were scared, Ethan. It's okay." Josh smiled. 

"Is it?" Ethan asked. "All I wanted my fucking cigs and yet I hurt you instead."

Ethan heard some shuffling outside the door and finally accepted that his friend had left as he deserved.

There was a knock at his door and Ethan stood up and wobbly walked to the door and unlocked it. He poked his head through and saw Josh holding out a packet of cigarettes.

"As much as I hate it." Josh frowned. "You can quit but I know it's hard. I'll give you time and we can work on that together but you need to focus on getting mentally better before quitting."

Ethan nodded and took the packet of cigarettes and the lighter. He walked out and thanked Josh quietly. He made his way to the balcony and kept his head low as he walked past his friends, ashamed and embarrassed.

He took out a fag and started smoking. He watched as cars drove past and the boats in the Thames. He often thought about how much it would hurt if he jumped off the balcony or if he drowned himself in the Thames. He quickly finished the cigarette and realised he had nowhere to put it out. Before he crushed it on the floor or put it out in his sink, he rolled up his sleeve and pressed the cigarette against his arm, allowing the burning sensation to take over him. He took a sharp intake of breath before throwing the cigarette on the floor and crushing it under his foot.

He walked back inside the flat and looked at his friends who sat on his sofa.

"Did you hurt yourself with the cigarette?" Vik asked.

"I'm sorry," Ethan whispered before sobbing.

The men frowned at their friend, emotional at the idea of their friend hurting himself.

"I just hate myself so much. I deserve so what's the point?" Ethan shrugged.

"Why are you worried? All I do is bring you down."

"Ethan, you do not bring us down, at all. We love you so much more than what you could imagine." Simon smiled.

"If I died, the sun would still rise, the channel would still exist, people would continue living. It wouldn't change anything. I am insignificant." Ethan explained. "I hate everything about myself."

"You're acting as though we would still upload on the Sidemen channel if you died," Tobi said.

"Why wouldn't you?" Ethan asked.

"Because it wouldn't be the same." JJ immediately interrupted. "You say that everything would stay the same but it wouldn't. We would all be heartbroken, your viewers would be heartbroken. What about your mum, huh? How would we have to explain that to her? You've said it yourself, she's already lost so much."

"But I deserve it, Jide," Ethan whispered. "That's the difference between you guys and me. You guys help people and solve problems, I am the problem."

"You are not a problem, and I can promise you that," Vik whispered. "Yes, you can cause problems but so do all of us, we're human. But, you are not the sole problem."

"If you were we would tell you," Harry said honestly.

"I want to die, guys and I don't think you realise that," Ethan whispered sadly.

"We can get you professional help, and we can help," Tobi said. "You aren't alone, Ethan."

"Just tell us one thing that is bothering you," Josh suggested. "We can help you solve that problem and work with you on it." 

Ethan bit his lip and wrapped his arms around his torso, quickly becoming aware of each one of his insecurities. He thought over every single one of his insecurities and chose the one he knew his friends could agree with.

"I hate the way I look." He whispered. "I look in the mirror and I feel like I could throw up."

"What specifically?" Simon asked.

"I don't like how much skin I have. I'm still fat, my face is ugly. My smile is annoying. My nose is crooked and I have such boring eyes. My legs are an awful shape and my arms are so awkward that I've started covering them with tattoos."

His friends all felt sadness run over them at the idea that Ethan pointed out all insecurities one person could have.

"You aren't fat, mate," JJ stated firmly. "You've made so much progress from what you did look like."

"I look in the mirror and I still look like what I did three years ago," Ethan growled. "I'm still the fat kid who doesn't have any other personality trait apart from the fact that I'm fat."

Josh frowned at his friend. "I get it. I didn't have as big as a transformation as you but to fat kid from the other fat kid, I get it. Sometimes, you look in the mirror and you feel like you've made no progress at all, or too little progress. But I promise you that you should feel proud of the progress you've made now."

Everyone looked at the two friends, all of them had been relatively fit all their life or when they did gain weight, it didn't affect them. They never clicked how much someone could hate themselves even after as big of a transformation.

"Ethan, can't you see how much you've changed?" Tobi asked and, as he was pretty fit all his life, he had a fast metabolism, and he would never fully grasp the idea of not liking any mind-blowing changes that you make to yourself. 

"It's not enough, the skin is still hanging off me. Every time I look in the mirror, I see the fat guy I've been for the past ten years." Ethan sighed. "It makes me want to vomit. How could I let myself become so disgusting? I'll never be good enough."

"You're good enough no matter what size," Simon affirmed. "No matter what you look like. As long as you stay true to yourself I don't care."

Ethan rolled his eyes and stayed silent, he couldn't be bothered to argue back. What was the point? All he does is ruin every situation so why should he argue again? 

"I think you're handsome," Harry said honestly. "You're the most handsome one out of all of us."

Ethan ignored his friend's comment, unable to understand how his friends could perceive him in any way that wasn't a horrible and gross man.

"Can we stop talking about it please?" Ethan whispered, tired eyes watching his friends. They all nodded softly.

The group all started doing more activities with Ethan, eager to show their support during hard times. Simon would go to Ethan's flat and help him clean up. After Ethan had mentioned to the lads that sometimes he couldn't find the energy to do anything and that life seemed to go by faster then he was aware of, Simon decided that every Monday and Thursday, he would help Ethan out with basic chores. Ethan insisted that he didn't have to clean up but seeing his friend so enthusiastic about cleaning wasn't something he wanted to ruin. A weight was lifted off his chest when he realised that he didn't have to live in a dirty environment due to the fact he couldn't find any energy to clean because Simon was there to help.

"You don't have to clean after me, Si."

"I enjoy it though! It helps you out and I like doing it. It's fine honestly."

JJ encouraged Ethan to go to the gym with him. It started twice a week because Ethan wouldn't get out of bed otherwise. It started with JJ encouraging Ethan to go on a run with him, and then into the private rooms of the gym, and then the normal gym. JJ let Ethan go at his own pace for things before slowly going faster and adding more to his workouts. JJ made sure to emphasise that it was okay that Ethan wasn't as good as him but that he should keep trying. Ethan felt a great sense of achievement every time JJ pointed something out that he did well. Ethan didn't tell JJ explicitly how much he helped but JJ knew, he always knew.

"Jide, I can't do it. I'm so weak compared to you."

"Mate you got to 70KGs. That's something to be proud of. You are not weak at all."

Josh showed up every few days and sorted out every one of Ethan's emails and business calls that Ethan couldn't find himself to sort out. Ethan got a lot of letters and emails from potential sponsors and his managers. Josh helped Ethan sort through them, taking business calls that Ethan got too much anxiety from. The two of them sat at the table as Ethan sorted out whether or not he wanted to get involved with sponsorships or how to reply. Ethan often told Josh that he was the best at organising and so Josh came forward to help him sort everything out. Ethan was usually relatively organised but he couldn't find it in himself to sort business stuff out. Josh pulled through with emails and helped Ethan sorting through his mail. Ethan would have been in a lot of shit if Josh hadn't helped, a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

"So GymShark want you to promote a few new items, I've had that be sorted to deliver for next Tuesday."

"Thank you, Josh, I couldn't do this without you."

Harry's way of helping as he came over to Ethan's flat he helped Ethan with some self-care. Both Harry and Ethan would sit on the sofa with facemasks and a movie on TV. Harry would order food and tell Ethan to have a bath. Harry and Ethan would sit on the sofa and, if Ethan wanted to, they would talk about whatever was on their minds. If not, they'd chat shit and Ethan would listen to Harry rant about something stupid. Ethan would smile and feel all his worrying thoughts float away as he listened to the younger rant about whatever he wanted.

"And then she said I was being ridiculous, can you believe that?"

"Careful, Harry, you're smudging the facemask." 

Vik often asked Ethan to go out with him. Whether it was shopping for groceries or just for a walk, Vik always offered for Ethan to come along. And if Ethan didn't want to, Vik would pick up the usual shopping for him, supplying him with necessities. Ethan would try and use the items that Vik brought but when Ethan couldn't find the energy to get out of bed, Vik would come round and cook him food. On other days, Ethan would go out with Vik on small days out to the aquarium or zoo. Although it wasn't his kind of day out, hearing Vik talk about his week grounded Ethan in a way he couldn't describe.

"I got a few videos edited yesterday so I'm ahead of schedule if you need any help."

"I'd appreciate the help, Vik, thank you."

Compliments were where Tobi shined. He would send daily compliments to Ethan and, when they saw each other in person, he would compliment Ethan more. Although the other's did compliment Ethan, Tobi went out of his way to come up with something original every time and think outside the box. It started with small things, an outfit or video idea, and then snowballed into much more. Tobi would compliment the way Ethan held himself or a personality trait Ethan had. He would also hype him up on social posting pictures of the two of them with heartfelt captions and compliments.

"I love the way you see things, gives us a better perspective."

"You think so, Tobi?"

The fans were confused with the sudden appreciation for Ethan going around on social media. Ethan felt loved by his friends which were a big change in his original depressed thoughts. Depression didn't leave hi straight away and it wouldn't ever but his friends helped him out of most depressed holes that came his way. Ethan wouldn't get better overnight and they knew that, so each day they would remind him how precious he is and he was worth it. And, after a while, Ethan started to believe it too.

[renee-writer]

From Gladiator to Knight Chapter 6 Beef Stew

Jamie, Claire, Merlin, Pollux, and Tianna

Claire

Merlin cooks something that smells like beef stew in his big kettle. I step closer and see it is. I raise my eyebrows to him.

"Being friends with the king has it's privileges." He responds with a broad smile. And, it hits me, with a jolt, that I am having a conversation with Merlin about being friends with King Arthur! He stirs the stew and out of the corner of my eye, I see Tianna stir.

Tianna

I wake to the smell of food. Good food from what my nose is telling me. I have no idea where or when I am, but at least there is food.

"It is okay Tianna. You are okay." Claire says. She helps me to my feet and over to a table where I am handed a bowl of the stew.

"Tea or coffee?" The strange man asks. I know him but am unable to recall his name. I look blankly at him.

"Give her tea." Claire suggests.

Jamie

I am glad to see the lass awake. She had slept a long time. Pollux still does and that is a concern. I look to him, with a frown, even as I enjoy the best food I have had in awhile.

"He will wake soon. Don't worry." Merlin says. His reassurance does make me feel better. But I still worry. Over Pollux and over seeing this king. What is Pollux and I's role here. Claire and Tianna are healers. They will always have a place. A mission.

Claire

After we eat and we laugh over Tianna's reaction to tea, she makes an awfully funny face but drinks it, I suggest that she and I get some fresh air. She still looks quite pale. She eagerly walks out with me.

We walk around the glen for a bit, it reminds me so much of Scotland, and then I gently broach the subject of marriage.

"We can see if Merlin will marry you and Pollux, before we go back before King Arthur, if you wish."

Tianna

Marriage! It isn't like I don't want to marry Pollux. I want to and badly. But, it is after. The wedding night and all other nights after, that concerns me.

"I do," I softly say," I just don't know what to do after. I fear it."

"Ah Tianna, I understand. But, I promise, I will prepare you, explain all, and help make it as easy as possible. Take away the fear."

Jamie

I pace back from the table to the window as the lasses talk. I canna help worrying while they are away from me. Really worrying all the time.

"You need not fear finding your way." Merlin says," You are to be their protector. No matter where or when you are. And you never know when they will need protection."

That startled me. What did he know? That is when Pollux starts to stir.

Pollux

Where am I? When am I?" I think as I slowly come awake. Jamie is there, helping me up. That is one thing. A good thing. I look at him with wide eyes, all my questions reflected in them.

"Let's get you feed. Then we will talk." I nod. I am mighty hungry. He calls to Tianna and Claire, telling them I am awake.

Claire

I am quite happy to hear that he is awake. I was starting to get concerned. He has been in, almost comatosed sleep, for a long time. When we walk back in, I find Pollux, still looking very pale, paler then Tianna, seating up eating stew. He comments, in Latin, on how good the stew is, and we all seem to recall that the only English he has is the little bit that Tianna has managed to teach him. She steps forward to translate.

He makes.the same face Tianna did when she first tasted tea. It makes me smile and I see Jamie do the same. After he is finished, I suggest he lays back down or goes out and gets some fresh air.

Tianna

I worry about Pollux. He needs more rest but I see him hesitating. I walk over to him and lead him a bit away from the others. I sit down and urge him to lay his head on my lap. He does after Jamie says," Lay yer head man." I don't understand but it causes him to relax and I give him a grateful smile.

Claire

Merlin offers me more coffee and I happily accept I see a strange glint as he removes the bag but decide not ask about it. He asks me to tell him my story.

"My parents passed when I was quite young, just 5. My Uncle Lamb, my dad's brother, took me in. He was an archaeologist. I had a very unusual upbringing. I went places, seen and did things that no properly brought up lady should. When I was 10, he had me light his fags for him. I would light them, drawing in to keep them going and then pass them.down to him in the dig. I asked him once if that was proper, smoking in the midst of a dig. He laughed and said," No worries little lamb. I will brush the ashes away." I have seen a lot even your own cave."

Jamie

I sit and listened to Claire speak. I had heard all this before but it still fasinates me. To hear all she has done and seen. Pollux wakes and, I watch amused as he turns and kisses Tianna's stomach. She flushes but smiles bending down to kiss his forehead.

"Pollux, how about a bit of fresh air." I help him to his feet and lead him outside. I sense he needs to talk.

"Merlin has agreed to marry you and Tianna before we appear before the king. It will help keep her safe. That is partly our role here."

"Where and when is here and what king?" I inform him of all that had happened while he slept.

"So, we are around 400 yrs ahead of my time?" He questions but that isn't his biggest concern. I don't think he even sees me nodding. "I am worried, Jamie. I want to marry her, badly. I want her, badly. I just don't know how to be a husband."

"No worries. I will teach you. I do a better job of it then my mates did with me before my wedding day." We look to the sky and gasps at it turns blood red. I fear the end of the world. Merlin steps out looks to the sky and then to us.

"It is alright. It happens naturely here." I am slightly reasured. I pray I have reasured Pollux.

[kn-1013]

don't worry about sounding like you're writing an essay, i read academic papers for fun in my spare time and that's why todd is my favorite character to write, because he talks exactly like i do IRL, so no editing needed, hahaha.

i've had a moderate case of POTS for years and i love to give myself some representation there. i don't know if i'd be able to fully put it into a fic, which is why i wanted to put it here.

i also like to make henry a good dad, or at least having him grow into a better father than he was, because sal deserves something better than what a lot of the fandom gives him, and because i don't feel like henry's canon personality/behavior indicates that he's actually abusive or an asshole like people want to characterize him as. slightly neglectful and out of touch? yeah, definitely. but an active asshole? definitely not. i think it's a lot better for his character arc if he actually grows and changes over time, and having him grow past the bigoted beliefs instilled into him by his parents, while still holding onto certain little things (i.e. why he says the word fag when describing his son, but not in a derogatory way) is part of my way of displaying that for his character.

with the way ash is portrayed in the game, she doesn't get the chance to do very much until the end, and we don't get as much of her personality as i would've liked to see, both because the game is extremely plot-oriented rather than character-oriented, and because ash simply just doesn't become that important toward the end. but fandom misogyny makes people treat her like shit for no reason, hating her because her character isn't as well developed as others, as if it's her fault and not a problem with the writing itself.

if you just look at her for more than five minutes, you can come up with a lot to build her into a really three-dimensional character; her chronic feelings of failure, her problems expressing emotion, suburbanite trauma, familial dysfunction, becoming not just emotionally but physically distanced from sal and larry over time despite still caring about them, etc. over time i've grown really passionate about her character and i'm really irritated with people that don't like her, ignore her, or characterize her as an asshole for no reason. people are allowed to have their opinions and all, but so am i, and i love ashley. she has/had so much potential, and the potential for a relationship with sal is really, really good for drama and intrigue considering sal's mental health issues and ash's flaws.

i've been working on writing sal/ash fics for the fandom since there are approximately zero actual sal/ash fics in the sal/ash tag on ao3. the sal/ash is always tangential or just not actually there, and it bugs me greatly as someone who sees the intrigue in their relationship, even if i don't think they'll stay together forever. their dynamic would be so interesting.

lololol sorry for the wall of text reply, it's what i'm known for. glad you liked my headcannons, i'll be sure to post more B)

Sal Headcannons

I've done headcannons and Larry and Travis, so now it's time for my Sal headcannons. CW for mentions of suicide.

His Jersey accent used to be a lot thicker, but faded over time as he lived in Nockfell. He still calls it 'wutter' instead of 'water' though, and Larry makes fun of him for it (S: Can I get some wutter? L: No, I can get you some water though).

Henry and Sal are pretty isolated from the rest of their family. Diane's family don't like Henry because they think he had something to do with Diane's death, and they've tried to influence Sal to believe that he did, but it didn't work. They aren't in contact with Henry's parents because quite frankly they're just awful people, and Henry hasn't spoken to them since Sal was very young.

Sal takes bugs outside with a cup and is unnerved by squishing them.

He can't drive because his depth perception has been pretty badly damaged from both losing one eye, and the mild brain damage he received after the shooting. He still feels comfortable enough to ride his bike most of the time, though.

Yeah, he got a bit of brain damage after the shooting, and experiences mild issues with balance, vertigo, depth perception, swallowing, occasionally with speech, and reading/reading comprehension.

He was born with a cleft lip and palette, and that coupled with the missing cheek and the brain damage makes it so that he has a mild speech impediment most noticeable with P's (they can sound more like B's), and S's (slight lisp), and he often slurs his speech slightly, especially when he's tired. He also has tendencies to skip over words when speaking, say them out of order, or conjoin words.

He has ADHD.

Despite his lack of a license, he has been driving a couple of times before, though it's usually because Larry convinced him to. Larry would drive his truck down to an isolated location and have Sal drive around for fun, and it was mostly just donuts because as soon as Sal learned how to do those, that was all he wanted to do.

After the shooting, Henry started drinking heavily and began neglecting his son's posttraumatic needs, and most other needs. He also got bullied for his face and his feminine nature very heavily, getting worse as he got older and the teens got meaner. His friends mostly defended him, but they could be just as mean at times, and it never really felt like he was a part of the group as much as he was their pet freak. This all caused Sal to become extremely bitter and mean for a long time, which comes as a surprise to his friends, having only known him as a very kind person.

He attempted suicide once, when he was around fifteen or sixteen, as a result of the mounting stress and mental health problems. This is what caused Henry to really wake up about his alcoholism, realizing that if he couldn't better, then he'll lose his son, too.

In the aftermath of this attempt, after having to deal with patronizing doctors for weeks, Sal managed to express his bitterness and hatred and anger properly for the first time in years by yelling at his father about it until he broke down. This was the beginning of their relationship beginning to heal. Still, Sal said a lot of things he regrets now during that breakdown. (S: If you took five minutes to stop pickling your frontal love in Miller Lite, you'd have enough brain cells left to realize what was going on with me a lot sooner.)

Sal hates doctors more than anything, having had some very negative experiences with them over the years. He finds them extremely patronizing and often feels gaslit after talking to one professionally, because they're often extremely homophobic to him, assuming that his gender non-conformity is somehow the result of an Ed Gein-like pathology. If they're not being homophobic, they see his face, his disabilities, and his psychiatric issues, and they start treating him like a toddler, (it gets worse in psychiatric hospitals).

With how I write him, Sal definitely has quite a bit of BPD, but with the original storyline, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to get diagnosed. In AUs, he probably gets diagnosed sometime in his early to mid twenties, as that's when his symptoms really become apparent as relationships in his life start getting more serious and his old coping mechanisms start becoming much more pathological.

I've given some of my weird bullshit to Travis (autism) and Ash (mystery, because I haven't made her post yet lol), so I've also been giving Sal some too: He has POTS, but Henry explained it to Sal as 'your mom's heart thing'. It started when he was around 14, and got progressively worse over the years, but he didn't know it was a problem until Lisa pointed out that he wasn't experiencing a normal fatigue when she took his blood pressure with her at-home monitor one time, and he displayed tachycardia and low blood pressure. He often wears compression gear underneath his clothes to help, and can often be seen drinking pickle juice, because it's cheaper than pedialyte.

Due to the everything that's wrong with him, he's very passionate about disability justice.

His favorite horror movie is Texas Chainsaw Massacre, because it was the first one he watched with Larry. To this day, he maintains that Bubba Sawyer did nothing wrong, that it was the fault of those stupid teenagers, and that the sequels take away what made the first movie so good by making them so over the top.

He watched Carrie once and it made him cry. In retrospect, it reminds him somewhat of Travis.

Considers Nightmare on Elm Street a kid's movie.

His favorite actor is Michael Berryman, as he is a successful and well-liked person with facial/body differences, and that makes him feel a bit more confident in himself.

Sal has a lot of gender-differences, but I don't know if he would ever label it officially. I do think he should try Estrogen though. It's a recreational drug, he'll like it.

With sexuality, I think Sal is bisexual. As far as types go, I think he's most into people with more dominant personalities than his; people who like to talk more, people who are very passionate, people who know what they want, people who can take the lead in a relationship because he's definitely too nervous for that, etc. I think Ash falls into this category, which is what draws him to her.

Larry also falls into this category as well, if we wanna talk Sal/Larry. He has more experience and stands on a more solid ground identity-wise than Sal does, which makes him a great rock and dominant character in the relationship.

Travis does not fall into this category, at least not at first, because he simply doesn't feel very comfortable with himself or in a relationship with another guy at first. Especially with Sal, I think this would probably be his, like, first or second relationship, so he's not very experienced at all, and has trouble knowing what he wants. But, this changes a lot as he grows into himself and eventually becomes the more dominant one of the relationship.

No matter what the end-goal ship is for the story i'm writing, I always picture Sal and Ash having dated for a bout a year or so during or after high school, then breaking up, usually either for Ash's college reasons, or general mutual reasons, such as Sal not being stable enough for a relationship mentally, or realizing they do better as friends.

Upon reflecting on the relationship, Ash describes dating Sal as more like dating a girl than a guy. All things considered, she holds Sal in high esteem as a partner, as he was very attentive to her needs and generally eager to communicate. Though, his biggest issue was that he could be cagey and didn't like it when she focused on him too much, due to his insecurities and fears around intimacy.

Sal has always been feminine and faggy, which is why it was somewhat of a surprise to Henry when it turned out he DID like girls, just in addition to boys. Not that that's a bad thing, he just wasn't expecting it.

Henry's parents are pretty homophobic, and instilled a lot of that into him, but a lot of that started changing when he had his own son, who seemed so pleased to wear fairy princess dresses that Henry couldn't bring himself to do to Sal what was done to him in the name of an increasingly arbitrary masculinity. He ended up having to argue with a lot of doctors to leave Sal's expression alone, because they kept claiming that it was some kind of pathological issue that needed to be fixed, and not just who he was. (H: The problem isn't that he's a fag, he's always been that way! The problem is that his mother was killed right in front of him, and his face was disfigured! Why don't you focus on that?)

This is getting a bit long now, lol. I'll need to make a part two at some point because I think about Sal way too much. It's very easy for me to write for him, because we have a lot of very similar experiences with 'random tragedies'. He's probably my favorite to write for, aside from Todd.

[thestoryweneededtowrite]

So after rereading the most recent addition to the ghost hunter au I locked on a line about Spot being the one Race has called after he put down the pills and I really want to hear that conversation. I totally understand if you don't want to though, it's a sensitive topic, so feel free to just ignore this

Lots of Sprace requests!

A prequel of sorts to the ghost hunter au, based on a couple of things mentioned in this fic.

This is under a read more for tw: suicide mention right from the start, as well as tw: slurs later on. It’s still pretty happy though, I promise.

Race was staring down at the pills in one hand and his phonein the other, trying to decide which was the better choice. He was alone for atleast another couple of hours so the pills – dozens and dozens that he’dliberated from the drug store and prescription bottles and hoarded over a fewmonths, just in case – would have time to kill him before anyone found him andtook him to hospital. He wouldn’t have to deal with the death threats and therape threats and the graffiti on his locker and the kids who spat at him whenhe walked down the hall. The bruises on his back from when Morris had shovedhim against the hard metal of the shower when he’d accused him of staring athim after PE, like Morris was anything to stare at. He could still feel thedull throbbing just below his left shoulder. That didn’t even touch on the craphe got from his father and his uncles. It would be so easy to just make it allgo away.

Just as he was about to throw his phone away and turn hisattention to the best way to swallow so many pills, the screen lit up with anotification. It was nothing important, some app he didn’t even play anymoreletting him know to log on and get his daily coins. But it brought up hislockscreen, dim and in the background, but there. The picture was of hisfriends, hanging out at Romeo’s on the couch as they watched TV. He had wanteda constant reminder that he wasn’t alone, and it had turned up at exactly the rightmoment.

Tears flooded into Race’s eyes as the muscles in his armsuddenly collapsed and spilled pills all over the floor. He scrambled for hisphone, clawing at the screen to get the passcode typed in and navigate to thecontacts page. He just needed to hear someone’s voice, pulling up Spot’scontact and stabbed at the dial button.

“Please, please,please,” he mumbled, begging his friend to pick up as the dial tonesounded. When someone picked up, he sobbed.

“Spot,” he managed, holding onto the phone with both handslike it was his only lifeline.“Race, what’s wrong?” Spot asked, confused by the sudden phone call and worriedby the desperate tone to Race’s voice. He was up off the sofa and pulling on apair of converse before he even got a reply. Race clearly needed someone andwhat kind of friend would he be if he didn’t help.“Talk to me,” Race begged. The pills were still as tempting as candy scatteredall across the carpet and he was a moment away from collecting them all up.“Shit, man, what happened,” Spot asked, frowning. He was well aware that Racehad a rough time at school, and he didn’t even begin to pretend to understandwhat kind of crap he got at home.“Nothing. I promise,” Race lied. “Just talk.”

“About what?” Spot said, feeling helpless and far too faraway as he grabbed his keys and headed out. Race’s house was fifteen minutesaway and it had never seemed further.“Anything,” Race said, scratching at his arm with blunt nails to get some kindof relief from all the pain in his head. He needed a distraction.

Walking as fast as he could whilst still being able to keepup his conversation, Spot sifted through his thoughts to find anything harmlessto bring up. Something that wouldn’t make whatever Race was going through anyworse.“That homework we got from Mrs Lindan was pretty harsh, huh?” he tried,continuing when he heard a mumbled agreement from Race. “Thirty pages ofreading overnight.”

Race wanted to be able to keep up a conversation normallybut he couldn’t focus on something so mundane when his was so close to the edgeof nothingness. “This isn’t working,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry. I want to help,” Spot promised, walking a littlefaster.“I know…” Race sighed. He appreciated that Spot was trying, he really did, buthe needed to hear something specific. “Tell me I’m not wrong.”

Usually he didn’t need the validation. He was perfectly finetelling himself he was okay without anyone else needing to do it for him. Butwhen there were so many people telling him he was dirty and perverted and sick,it helped to have someone state the opposite. If whatever Spot could say would removejust one shout of fag or poof or fairy then that would take him one slur away from wanting to killhimself.“What?” Spot asked, even more confused.

Race groaned. “Tell me you don’t hate me for finding menattractive.”

There was a beat of silence whilst everything settled inSpot’s mind and this phone call finally made sense. “That’s what this is about? Shit, Tony, no one hates you,” he promised. Then hewinced, because clearly there were some people with an issue. So he reworded.“No one important, at least. Those idiots who do stupid shit don’t know thatthey’re talking about. You’re not wrong for being gay. When we get out of thisdump, everything’s going to be better. You’re going to find yourself a greatguy who treats you like you deserve, yeah?” he encouraged. He just wanted tosee Race happy.“What if I don’t make it that long?” Race whispered.

Spot flinched. He hadn’t known his friend was close to givingup on everything and he made up his mind to pay more attention.“You will. I promise. I’ll help you,” he said firmly. “Now, do you want me tocome over so we can raid your parent’s fridge and watch horror films?”“God yes. Please,” Race sighed, relaxing a little to know he wouldn’t be alonefor long. He climbed up from his bed with shaky legs and left his room, and thepills, behind him. It was easier to ignore them if they were a shut door away.

“Already on my way,” Spot grinned, turning the corner ontoRace’s road.

He was always going to be there when Race needed him.

[v3-killing-harmony-imagines]

‘I know this is a bit of a touchy subject and its okay if you don't want to do this, but how would the guys react to finding out their crush is in a physically abusive relationship? thank you.’

 I know this is a bit of a touchy subject and its okay if you don't want to do this, but how would the guys react to finding out their crush is in a physically abusive relationship? thank you.

I had to do some research for this one, so apologies if some facts seem unrealistic. Also I made s/o’s boyfriend/girlfriend (and the s/o like I usually do) gender neutral.

 Possible trigger warning; Slight gore warning

Saihara Shuichi:

He had noticed that you had small bruises on your arms or legs often.

“Oh, I just fell down the stairs!” “I tripped on my way to school! I’m so clumsy!” You laughed.

Eventually he began thinking that these wounds were from something else…more specifically someone else.

You were currently dating someone, he remembers meeting them once and they were really friendly and kind to him (Thank god he nearly had a heart attack from meeting them).

Even though it stung, seeing you with someone else. But he was willing to get over it, all he wanted was for you to be happy.

But at the same time there’s been situations where he himself was feeling scared with them around…

He was chatting with you before classes; you two had the same class that period so he decided to walk with you there.

Almost out of nowhere, your partner stormed over to you.

“What the fuck s/o???”

You immediately tensed, “What’s wrong?”

They took a step forwards, placing a finger on your chest “Next time fucking text back, bitch.”

With a turn of their heel they were gone, leaving both you and Saihara shaken.

You didn’t talk much for the first bit of class, a pale look on your face as you toyed with a pencil.

“I um, forgot to text him about something important…it’s my fault.” You explained later.

Saihara really wasn’t fully convinced, but he didn’t argue back.

The next time you and your partner were together, they were back to their usual self, laughing and rubbing your hair as if they never snapped at you.

…maybe I’m just over thinking it…. He thought.

Until it happened again a few weeks later, about you being late for their date. And again, you slacking off and not giving them the answers for a test.

It was around that time that the marks started to appear, he could tell they weren’t self-inflicted or by accident from his many crime cases he’s worked on

You started to lie, he could tell at times, you get pretty good at reading people after you’ve befriended Ouma Kokichi.

Finally he decided to sit you down and talk about it. Calling you over to his house to hang out.

When he finally decided to bring up the topic of that he sat you down, warning you that he needed to get something of his chest.

“You…..you’re an amazing person…” The burning of his cheeks was worth it. “You really are such a good friend to me….you make me really happy….And because of that I want you to be happy…….”

Here he goes, time to break it to you.

“Not all relationships are going to be great. There’s always some chance that something will go wrong. I think that…..the situation you’re in right now isn’t good for you to be in….”

He can see you tense, knowing exactly what he means. Tears start to form in your eyes as you shake slightly.

“….it’s ok if you need to cry, I’m always here for you.”

You explain to him how scared at times you get. Afraid of what they’ll do to you. 

“They were so kind to me…I got dragged into a situation I’m afraid to leave…” He’s holding your hand, rubbing your leg for support.

“I….I can’t leave yet…I’m sorry Saihara, I just- I just can’t…”

“It’s alright, I understand.” He smiles warmly. “If it’s aright can we make a safe plan?”

He and you plan out a procedure, in case the worse happens. He gives you a number to call in case anything worsens, he’ll let you stay at his house if it comes to that.”

You leave that night feeling better about your situation, he’s happy.

It’s only a week later when he hears the news; you’ve finally ended things with them.

He sticks by your side all the time at school, just in case they decide to get payback.

He is worried you’ll want to go back, but he assures you that he’ll be there no matter what.

When you call him ‘Shuichi’ for the first time, he knows that you’re over it for good.

Amami Rantarou:

When news hits him that you’re in a relationship he forces himself to smile.

He is happy that you’ve gotten someone you like, but that doesn’t stop the anger he feels when you kiss someone else.

They’re a bad apple. He can tell the moment he sets eyes on them. They do decently at some subjects but for others they’re lucky if they get a D.

They smoke cigarettes, and probably some other non-legal substances and always show up to school late.

He’d be better for you. He’d be a better partner than they could ever be.

Things go decently well for the first few months…you’ve been going out to more parties and started to dress ‘coolly’ as he put it.

You were changing to fit the stereotypes of society, he disliked it.

Despite what people think about him, he really isn’t that popular. He isn’t the alpha of the school.

Of course he’s pretty fashion forward as people notice, but that’s just simply because he likes fashion. Not much of a crime.

He doesn’t like to be perceived as a fuck-boy, his beliefs are different than the likes of everyone else and he is proud of it.

He’s gotten into tense arguments as he hates when people try and categorize him as a cool kid.

Is he hot? Yes. Does he care about his appearance? Yes. Does he favor how popular he is over his grades that affect his entire life? No.

So he and the person you were dating were polar opposites.

One morning he had been scrolling through a social media site, when a picture caught his eye

It was a video of some party, people from school were yelling and dancing and drinking what couldn’t be apple juice.

The camera pushes through a crowd, a circle of people are formed as the camera man pushes through them.

He has to make sure he isn’t dreaming when he sees it.

You’re lying on the ground, either passed out or knocked out. People are writing slurs and nasty images on your face, some pouring…substances…on your clothes.

He watches the video another time, shaking with rage as he reads the comments

“LMAO falling asleep, fag!”

“Dudeeeeee they got fucking ROASTED.”

“LMAFOOOO.”

Disgusting, absolutely disgusting.

He texted you, then thought better before calling you.

As it turned out, you ended up waking up in the middle of the night, lost and confused as you stumbled home.

He came over right away, not bother that it was barely 7 in the morning.

When he entered your room, you were a mess.

Your hair was knotted, marker and lipstick was smeared across your checks. You had just gotten home a few hours ago and had flopped down.

He helped you clean up, washing your face with warm water and getting you a clean pair of pajamas.

He ran a bath and allowed for you to soak for a long time, cleaning up your room a bit as he was waiting.

When you got back, he sat you down as he combed through the knots and tangles in your hair.

There was a bump by your left ear, you hissed as he brushed it.

“….Did you fall?” you were on the ground in the video.

“….I was hit.”

“Pardon?” Oh boy-

“P-please don’t get mad, I’m sorry..”

“S/o who did this to you?” He had a feeling that he knew the answer but he insisted on asking. “I’m not mad, I just want you to be ok.”

“I-I don’t want them to get in trouble…” You murmured, not looking at him.

“S/o, if they were doing the right thing then they wouldn’t be in trouble. I won’t tell anyone, just between me and you ok….”

You seemed reluctant to answer, but when you finally did Amami was right to think of your new date as ‘A bad person’.

“Is this the first time?”

“….no….”

Oh my god you’ve been like this for a while now-

“S/o, can I ask you to not go to those parties from now on? I don’t want you to get hurt. I care about you.”

‘I love you’ was left unsaid.

“I- I don’t want them to get angry at me…I need to do it…” your voice was cracking and Amami had to keep it from breaking.

“No one will get angry at you, I promise. I won’t let anyone hurt you, don’t worry.”

There was a moment of silence, Amami was going to break a sweat soon.

“Momota will help too, I’ve chatted with him and he’s a pretty cool dude. I’m sure that Gokuhara will pitch in if I ask.”

“They said that if I don’t fit in that I’ll be uncool….I don’t want to be one of them anymore.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he pulls you into a tight hug.

“You’re brave, you’re amazing. Don’t worry, just break up and leave the rest to me.”

True to his word, after you’ve finished it (over text) they leave you alone for the rest of the time.

Amami really doesn’t care, neither do you. They can be them, you’ll be you.

Ouma Kokichi:

He’s still pretty hissy over the fact that you chose someone over him.

He never lets on that he may be telling the truth when he says he’s jealous.

The days where you would be with him started to dwindle, being taken up by your date.

It irked him.

When he met the person for the first time, he tried to scare them.

“I’m a supreme ruler for a secret organization with over ten thousand members, nice to meet you.”

Of course you (Sadly) stepped in and had to interfere, saying that he was known to be something of a jokester. Ouma just laughed, hands behind his head as he smiled nonchalantly.  

Your partner laughed, seeming to get the joke and extended their hand to shake his.

His immediate reaction was to slap it away in disgust, he was never really good with physical contact in the first place, let alone someone he’s (beginning) to despise.

It’s childish that he only hates the person because they got to you first, that they were better for you. But it doesn’t’ stop him from feeling that way.

So he extends his hand, not holding on tight enough and not grabbing the hand fully but he tried.

And then the two meet eyes, and that’s when Ouma gets it.

The other person grips his hand a little too tightly, eyes locking onto him as his smile falters slightly. Deep within their pupils he can see something stirring, a spark of black. A flicker of a shadow.

“Nice to meet you, Kokichi.”

It seems to be a casual greeting, but from looking at his face, it sounds like something a lion would say to a dear before tearing its throat apart.

Ouma isn’t one to back down from a challenge; he digs his nails into the opposite hand and leans forward.

“The pleasure’s all mine.”

It’s an awkward passive aggressive atmosphere each time the two of them are alone, snarky remarks being passed back and forth.

It seems like jealousy between the two, but Ouma wonders if there’s some deeper meaning.

Classes had just finished for the day, he had to stay behind to clean up the classroom.

Usually the two of you would usually do it together, but you had to go meet up with them.

He sighed, brushing the dust and dirt into the waste bin from the dustpan. He had finally finished.

He was just grabbing his bag when he heard a sound, like two people arguing.

Now if Ouma gets a chance to snoop, he’s sure as hell going to take it.

So he slowly got closer to the noise, sticking close to the wall as he peered around the corner slightly.

“You really forgot the notes for science?! Honestly s/o you’re an idiot!” – He knew that voice.

You were standing against the locker; this so called ‘partner’ of yours had a look of arbor on his face, eyes narrowed as he started you down.

Ouma nearly screamed when he gave you a slap to the face, your head knocked against the locker with a bash.

Without another word, your partner walked away.

You sunk to your knees, sniffling which turned to whimpering and then to hushed crying.

Despite what he’s thought about them, how many times he’s wanted to fight them head on….

After seeing something like this, he somehow feels glued to the spot.

Unable to move, unable to say anything.

You’re crying, he doesn’t know what to do.

So he leaves, not being very careful when he slams the door shut.

He’s disgusted with himself when he gets home, he wasn’t even able to help you.

After that day, he tries to keep you away from that person for as long as he can, not wanting you to be alone with them.

Sometimes when you’re alone he’ll sit you down, whispering softly to you.

“Make sure you’re safe ok?” “I don’t want anyone to hurt you ok?”  “Make sure to tell me if you get hurt ok?”

He’s very blunt, not wanting you to catch on, but wanting you to get the message that you shouldn’t be around someone that’s going to make you sad.

When the day finally comes, he gets a text from you, saying that you’ve split and the reasons why.

Ouma feels like he’s on cloud nine, overcome with joy and relief for you.

If it ever happens again, he’ll take matters into his own hands- he promises himself.

Kiibo:

When he found out that you were no longer ‘single’ as people called it, he was happy for you!

Despite his feelings for you he knew a human would always be a better fit instead of him.

He’s just a man-made robot. He never had a chance to begin with.

He still stays happy for you, even when he meets the person, he holds no grudge!

....even when you start talking to him less, and when you seem to always be with them…

He...he’s still ok with it…

But one day that all changes.

You had been away from school for a couple of days.

He had been assigned to give you all the work you had missed, he was more than happy to take a detour to your house.

When he arrives, he knocks once, twice, three times.

And waits.

…..

When you don’t answer he rings the doorbell, and waits again.

You still don’t answer.

He’s getting worried, you should be home, so why aren’t you?

He tries the door-locked.

Deciding to disobey his ‘safety programing’(Which in turn should have stopped him from breaking any laws/ doing anything illegal or bad) he picks the lock. (Thanks to the lessons from Ouma).

He calls your name, stepping into the quiet house.

No response, he searches the house.

He eventually finds you, curled up on the floor.

He walks over, placing a hand on your shoulder- until he realizes

You’re cold, too cold.

He whispers, you stir slightly.

You turn to face him-

“I-is that blood!?”

Oh my god you’re bleeding.

That’s bad that’s bad- You could be dying.

He runs around the house, getting bandages, hydrogen peroxide, gauze, water, towels.

Everything he could possibly need, before promptly tending to your wounds with shaking hands.

Once he’s sure the you won’t die from blood loss, he sits you down, getting you something to drink.

“W-what happened?” Despite his (non-existent) heart rate having been lowered now that you’re safe, he still finds his voice shaking.

Your jaw is swollen, and your words come out muffled; “I got hit.”

The fact that you stated it plainly makes him even more shocked, “W-WHAT!?”

You insist that it was nothing, a simple argument with you and your date.

“E-excuse me but, they hurt you?”

You insist that it was entirely your fault, you deserved to be hit…

“NO I cannot accept that!” Kiibo slams his hands down on the table, the wood threatening to break beneath.

“s/o! I know you love this person, more probably than you love anything in life right now...But! If they are hurting you, they aren’t a good person to love. It’s the truth, please….just….I want you to be safe, ok? Please, be safe…”

His eyes start to water, (It’s probably some excess condensation from his reservoirs), lips quavering like a cartoon character as he holds back his tears.

Seeing at how worked up he’s gotten, you agree to at least give it a try.

A few weeks pass, you finally tell him that things have finally ended.

Kiibo makes a trip to the dollar store that night, grabbing materials for a party.

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

You have feelings for another person?

Understandable have a nice day.

He isn’t perplexed by the news in the lightest, you’re a person that can definitely catch the attention of many people.

Even he has been intrigued by you.

Despite his feelings, he’s willing to push them away if it makes you happy. He won’t put his desires in the way of others.

Any spite he feels, he puts on his normal mask and hides it.

Swallowing the bitterness, turning it into a lemonade that he drinks daily.

It’s a bit bothersome, but he’ll make do.

He always does…

But that all changes when he finds out that this ‘person’ is being abusive.

He was heading to the store after school -totally not watching you on your way home- when he sees you meet up with your date.

Things are going to get awkward if he sees you, taking his chances he hides behind the trees as he watches your conversation.

He can’t catch everything, but as the chat progresses, the other person is starting to get a bit….irritated.

They’re throwing their hands up in the air- their hands harshly swinging as you appear to cower lightly.

When he hears you two yelling from where he is- he decides to step in.

Slowly sneaking along the trees, he gets closer- sneaking up behind you.

“I don’t get it! Why couldn’t you have been here sooner?!”

“I tried..I really did.. I’m sorry..”

“Sorry?! Sorry doesn’t cut it, s/o.”

Korekiyo notices the raised hand- he jumps out from his spot.

He barely grabs the hand before it hits you.

Your partner’s eyes go wide for a second- before narrowing.

“Excuse me- I have to take s/o. Their presence was requested at school- teacher's orders.”

Korekiyo lets go of your partner’s hand- ushering you along as he leads you away.

No one says anything.

He takes you back to his house, not breaking the silence until the door is locked.

“Are you ok?” Physically, you are, he can already tell that from just looking at you. But emotionally?

Depends.

You tell him that you’re fine, he nods before telling you to take a seat as he prepares you something to drink.

He waits until you’ve finished all of it before he decides to talk.

“Is….that normal? What they do to you?”

You don’t respond, he takes it as a yes.

“That is unacceptable. No one has the right to do that to anyone.”

His voice is quavering, knuckles clenching dangerously.

You apologize to him, saying that you wanted to end things and you didn’t want to make them mad and-

“I’ll take care of this.” He interrupts, “Don’t worry, nothing physical.” A somber look in his eyes.

He makes sure you’re ok with him doing so, of course.

The next day, he’s got a frigid demeanor. Repealing everyone away with his attitude.

Shit is going to get fucked today my dudes.

He finally finds them at lunchtime, spotting them at a table with a few other people.

They notice him approaching, shooting glances at each other.

“Korekiyo Shinguuji.” He spits. “You know me, right?”

Your partner nods, he takes a step forward

“You touch s/o again and you’re going to get it.”

Full of spite, and ‘don't talk to me or my son ever again’ attitude, he leaves the lunchroom with his head held high.

He’s happy to hear that your partner broke up with you that day.

Kaito Momota:

He slaps you on the back, getting stoked over the fact that you’ve ‘gotten off the market’.

He’s all smiles, despite his feelings for you, he keeps his spirits high.

In the end, you’re doing what you want right?

He’s bitter naturally, but he tries his best to hide it.

Sometimes it works, other times it doesn’t.

There are times when he’seen the two of you, sharing  a moment together.

He ends up clenching his hands so tightly that the skin breaks.

Jealousy. Rage. Nights spent with the stinging of regret.

He swallows the waves that threaten to kill him, keeping it inside him; water filling his lungs and mind as his thoughts become watery.

He’s walking home from school one day, thinking about the homework he hasn’t done when the thought of you pops into his mind.

...guess he can go say hi , right?

It’s normal for friends to do that...right?

Soon he finds himself on your doorstep- swallowing his heart as he knocks.

No one answers the door - but he can hear people talking from inside.

He knocks again- still nothing.

The noise inside doesn’t seem to be faltering in the slightest- in fact, it seems to be getting louder?

He tries the door- it’s open.

“YOU CAN’T GET ANYTHING RIGHT EVEN FOR A DAY.”

Is that….their voice?

He hears a whimper from you, it sends a wave of melancholy through his heart.

“I SWEAR S/O, I’M SO SICK OF THIS FUCKING SHIT.”

He creaks along the hallway, heading closer towards the noise.

He hears you let out various apologies; in a vain attempt to defend yourself before -

Slap

Kaito stops mid step- he feels his heart literally drop to his feet.

Whatthefuck?

He picks up the pace- running through the hall until he sees you-

He screams when they hit for a second time.

The world seems to slow- the look of pain from you, the anger from your partner-

Then it speeds up too fast for his memory to recollect.

He’s pissed. Scratch that- he’s furious. He clenches his hands letting out a scream. Maybe he said something? He can’t remember.

The next thing he knows he’s lunging for the person- fists slamming into their cheek as he continues to punch. His mind is fuzzy- the fire from his anger burning up his thoughts- drying up the doleful drops from his depressed state.

There’s blood now- he doesn’t recognize if it’s his own or the other person’s

Their on the ground now- hearing the crunching of bone as he pummels their face-  

He only stops when he’s heaving for air and his knuckles are split.

He gets to his feet- a mess of torn flesh and blood lay at his feet.

His shirt is stained- making the tiger look as if it just killed a doe.

You give a small noise- and he’s over to you in a second.

Upon seeing the blood- you shy away from him, trembling and whimpering in the corner of the room.

“Oh god..” Kaito finally says, the ashes of the fire burning out in his mind as he realizes what he’s done, “Oh fuck.”

He calls the police- throwing his shirt off and cleaning the blood off his hands before finally addressing you.

“I’m sorry you had to see that- I got carried away…”

He notices the bruise on your cheek- turning a dark purple shade.

He reaches a hand out slowly- giving time for you to swat his hand away if you want to.

But you don’t- he caresses the damaged area very lightly, watching your face for any sign of pain.

You wince slightly- and he pulls his hand away.

He offers another hand, “Let’s get ya fixed.”

You delicately put a hand in his- and he hoists you up.

Gonta Gokuhara:

When you tell him that you’ve found someone to date he’s so happy for you!

He reminds you that he or she should treat you with respect! As a gentleman or woman should!

He’s giddy with excitement- asking when Gonta can meet them!

Gonta asks to show them his bugs, maybe??

It’s about a week later when Gonta finally meets them, the three of you going out to the woods for an afternoon.

Gonta really gets to know them well! He shows them pretty bugs and they liked it!

After he’s met them- Gonta really is supportive of your partner choice! They seem like a really nice person!

So the weeks go by, he notices how you two flirt between classes, how you sneak kisses behind textbooks and share food at the cafeteria.

He catches himself staring- as if in a trance.

But why?

That’s not how a gentleman should be acting!

Then...why is he doing it?

He’s puzzled by the thought for the rest of the week, thinking about it.

So he decides to bring it up to Ouma, as he would definitely know something about this!

When he explained the situation to Ouma, he just listened; eyebrows raised.

Then the smile starts.

A creepy,  blood-draining grin.

“Awww~ Is Gonta-chan in looooove?~”

Despite his protests, Ouma teases him about liking you.

Gotna wouldn’t!

You’re with another person!

...right?

The thought about him liking you doesn’t leave his mind. It stays trapped, a part of his daily thoughts.

He stops trying to pretend after a few weeks of this- he’s definitely feeling something for you.

He doesn't like it, it makes Gonta feel mushy and Gonta can never focus.

Just when he thinks you can’t handle it, you’re there.

Looking a bit rattled, and shaky, you approach him.

You say you want to talk to him in private, he agrees, his heart rate starting to rise.

Once you two are alone, you hurriedly tell him:

“Please help me….I broke up with them and now they're mad and coming for me after class-”

“Woah woah woah! Slow down S/o! What’s wrong?”

You try to explain, words fumbling left and right as your fingers twitch.

You split with your date because they were abusive.

They were w  h a t ?

They would sometimes hit you, for no reason at all. When you said through text you wanted quits well they…

“...told me ‘I was going to pay after school;.”

As if on cue, a voice cried out: “Hey!”

Gonta turned around; and was met with a crowd of people. You’re part- well now ex, in the middle.

The group moved forward- until they were but a few steps away.

Your old partner leaned back, sizing up Gonta up.

“We have business with the one behind you. Move.”

“What do you want with s/o -san?”

“None of your business.”

Gonta knew what would happen if he moved, you would ‘get it’.

Nevertheless, they persisted, threatening Gonta to move or else.

He could hear you giving a shaky breath behind him, he looked and saw you shaking, quavering.

The others were getting fed up- telling Gonta to move or they would make him.

And Gonta finally had enough of it.

“No.”

They look at him with an annoyed glare.

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean-” Gonta rips off his first half of his suit, taking a defensive stance as he raises his fists. “No.”

His actions seem to leave them stunned, they turn to each other, murmuring words before they slowly start to walk away.

Your ex looks at you, whispering something about a ‘Next time’ before they’re gone.

Gonta makes sure you’re ok, he even takes you back to his house (With pure intentions!) to make sure no one decides to harm you on your way home.

He’s by your side all the time after that- being extra cautious for your safety.

After a few weeks, things seem to calm down.

He’s still going to be on edge though.

Not like he minds, as he can spend time with you.

Ryoma Hoshi:

He’s actually been your friend for a while, you’ve helped him a lot with his….problems...and for that he is forever grateful.

You were much like a therapist for him, but at the same time he had a longing for it to be more than just that.

So when he found out that you were in a relationship, he was shocked, to say the least.

Despite his shock, the only thing that comes out is “Oh..”

When you offer for him to meet them, he makes up a reason not to see them.

He wouldn’t want to be around them.

In fact, after that, he’s tried his best to keep his distance from you.

He’s not supposed to get close, he’s not supposed to be happy, he doesn’t deserve it.

His life becomes more darker, as if the light had been dimmed.

Not turned off, not burnt out….but.. Colder

And he becomes bored.

And tired

Tiredtiredtiredtired.

He wakes up only to sleep in.

He hasn’t texted back in days.

When was the last time he had a proper meal?

The days tend to blur.

His wrists numbing.

He’s back to the way he’s always been.

And then one day he’s awoken.

Quite literally and physically.

The doorbell rings, he doesn’t want to answer it.

But then the phone rings, followed by his alarm and he says ‘Fuck it.’

The doorbell rings again, he groans before answering it.

Out of all the people, he’s surprised that it’s you.

“Shouldn’t you be with your date?” he grumbles.

You roll your eyes , “Don’t be grumpy just because you got woken up at 9am.”

He sighs, knowing that you know him better than he does himself before letting you in.

He tries to make some tea, you end up helping him, cooking a few slices of toast while you’re at it.

After the two of you have been fed; you decide to break the news.

“It’s over.”

“Your relationship?”

You give a nod, biting your lip as he crunches on his toast a bit less grumpily.

“They were abusive.”

Toast gone. Toast on the table.

He coughs, you grab a napkin as he clears his throat.

“Abusive.”

You pull back your sleeve, revealing a colourful palette of different bruises and marks.

“Wow.”

“Wow indeed.”

You pull your sleeve back, wincing slightly as you rest your arm by your side; “I was stupid.”

“Hey,” He interrupts. “Don’t say that. Everyone makes mistakes.”

You give him a slight smile, it warms him more than tea does.

You sip on your cup, a bird chirps in the background.

He knows he should say something “I’m so sorry” “That’s terrible.”

Something.

But then he looks at you, jam marking the corners of your mouth, in content as you listen to the birds.

You’ll talk to him when you want to.

For now, he eats his toast, letting your presence warm him life back up.

[conner-grace]

The Detective and his Little Assistant (part 3)

(Part Index)

Chapter 2 (part 2): The Investigation Begins

He blinks in shock. "How can you tell?" The detective inquires.

"It's in your eyes, plus, you tend to be a little irritable after that class, and today your not." I smirk proudly in response.

"I tend to forget how observant you are." He chuckles. "Yes, I got something for a case, now, let's eat." He smiles.

"Ok." I smile, opening my bento and taking out my chopsticks.

***

After eating, we talked about how our classes were going so far, though Akechi-senpai didn't mention the case he got something for, which was a little odd. 'maybe he just doesn't wanna jinx it before his idea pans out'

"So, do you know if you've got free time after school?" I smile, hoping we could do something, but knowing it was unlikely.

"No, the director wants me at the agency asap after school." He sighs, shaking his head.

"Oh, ok. Hopefully, you've got something good for the case so maybe they'll give you a day off." I offer hopefully.

"Ha! As soon as I finish one case they throw me on another." He laughs with a tired sigh.

"What?! But that's so not fair, you're still a high school student, they should know you need breaks." I insisted 'if they don't give him breaks I'll march in their myself and-'

"Don't." Akechi-senpai sighs, cutting off my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I question innocently, pretending he hadn’t just read my thoughts written on my face.

"I know what you're thinking, if I need a break that badly I'll ask for one myself." He sighs

"I don't trust that, you overwork yourself." I argue, crossing my arms.

"Look who's talking, how many times have I found you passed out with books were studying in the library?" He sighs, glaring slightly at me

"Takes a workoholic to know a workoholic." I retort, knowing we weren't exactly that bad, but it fit for the moment.

"Don't do it." He nearly orders, glaring at me a little worse.

"Then ask for breaks when you need them in an actually healthy manner." I continue.

I wasn't wasn't sure if I had actually annoyed him with how harsh his glare was, but I seemed to have pinned him down, seeing as he opened his mouth to say something then closed it a couple times. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, and Akechi-senpai sighed, closing his eyes.

"Well, we'd better head to class." He smiles, the glare in his eyes gone, making me relax slightly.

"See you after school." I smile, getting up along with him.

"See you." He smiles as we head to our classes.

***

It was the end of school and I was headed to my locker, which happened to be next to Akechi-senpai's, though something seemed a little off. Takeya-senpai hadn't singled anyone out in pe, and actually seemed nice when she got one of her victims for help with her homework, and I wasn't even who she asked. It was seriously freaking me out, I was trying to figure it out when I noticed my locker 'nope, nevermind, nothing's wrong her and she hasn't changed in the slightest yet' I thought with a sigh at all the notes taped to my locker door. The notes had shit like fag, freak, loser, then one pissed me off you're lucky we're not dealing with Salem trails stupid witch! I growled, and tore all the notes off, throwing them into the trash can. My hands were curled into fists, as I held my jaw tight to keep from growling before I felt a stinging on my right hand, and looked at it.

"Shit." I hissed, realizing I'd torn the notes off fast enough to cut my fingers some on vent thing on the locker, I quickly went to wipe the bit of blood off the vent things before Akechi-senpai saw 'he's got enough things to worry about, he doesn't need me on top of all that' I think, cleaning the vent thing and putting the combination in my locker.

"Kaito-kun." I heard Akechi smile from a little down the hall.

'Speak of the devil..' I think with a small smile, quickly putting my right hand in my pocket. "A- Goro-senpai." I smile, opening my locker 'it's still gonna take a bit to get used to calling him by his first name' I think with a small smile, noticing he was holding the pen I got him for his birthday, making me smile wider.

After we got what we needed from our lockers, we walked to the bus talking about our day and I went home while he went to work.