#violatile

nick may have given the responsibility to kurt, but he’d allow someone else to take the reigns if it meant saving ryder. he’d yelled to liv to get ready to drive, and had given her one instruction with an eerie seriousness: if kurt got hit - even once, even slightly - they had to just get the kids on the bus and drive. they don’t wait for him, they don’t try to save him. especially seeing that tommy was the man behind the axe - no one could take tommy on a good day, let alone now. he’d rushed out as soon as he’d managed to push past the few that tried to keep him on the bus, a glance exchanged with the new driver that only solidified the instructions he’d given. either he was coming back with ryder or he wasn’t coming back at all.

the kids ryder had been trying to save are pushed back towards the bus, kurt yelling something incoherent that was telling them to just go. the kids do as theyre told and everyone watches with baited breath as kurt somehow manages to get ryder up and towards the bus, tommy momentarily distracted by a stray shadysider kid that was doing his best to get to the bus. kurt shoves ryder at the bus, maybe a little too hard, before giving a nod to liv. now or nothing, he’s either getting back with that kid or not at all. seems kurt is a little too quick to be self sacrificial. he’s quick to swoop in, grabs the axe from behind as tommy gets ready to swing it. he yells at the kid to get on the bus and only just becomes aware of what he’s getting into. tommy’s much, much bigger than he is — this may not be a fight he gets out of. a scared and desperate move leads to kicking tommy in the balls, hoping it’d be enough of a distraction to get him back safely. he sprints towards the bus, makes sure the kid gets on first. as soon as his feet are planted on the floor the bus is driving, axe hitting the door as kurt pushes it closed, just barely avoiding hitting anyone.

he’s quick to find ryder, quick to get to his side and try his best to stop the bleeding. but the wound in his side is huge, blood is everywhere, and despite his desperate attempts at heroism he knows, just by looking, that ryder won’t make it to town. he tears ryder’s shirt off, can’t even use his own thanks to the state of undress he’s been stuck in since he found joan. material is messily pushed against bleeding wound, though it’s obvious that it’s in vain, shirt quick to get soaked through. this is bad, this is very bad. “just hold on.” quiet words are a desperate plea, arms wrapping around ryder, hands doing their best to put pressure on his side as if it was doing anything. there’s so much blood, he’s so damn afraid, but the bus is full of kids that are looking to him for direction and he can’t let himself fall apart. he can hear the kids asking questions, everyone asking where their friends are, where their favourite counselor is. he has no idea what to say, no idea how to answer. he doesn’t want to be too harsh, but this isn’t a situation he can sugarcoat. 

“listen!” the entire bus goes silent, the boy forgetting just how much they all look to him. look to both of them, but ryder’s half dead on a blood covered seat at the front of the bus and hardly in a position to give instructions. all eyes on him, no plan, no idea what to do next. “if they’re not on the bus— you probably aren’t gonna see them again.” chaos erupts, he hears tommy’s name thrown around, hears the fear and panic. he’s so not cut out for this. “shut up! everyone shut up!” they listen, children in need of guidance. but they don’t see it, don’t realise that kurt is also just a child, kurt also has no idea what to do. “if you’re hurt—” eyes glance around, find the very few counselors that sit on the bus. “—if you’re hurt, put your hand up. a counselor will come and help. liv’s gonna take us to the hospital.” gaze moves to meet with hers in the rear view mirror, the fear on their faces mirroring each other. neither prepared for this.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘  𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋.  they  will  always  behave  as  though  they  believe  themselves  to  be  the  HEIGHT  of  what  is  cool, but  the  moments  they  actually  feel  that  bravado  they  project  are  somewhat  less  CONSTANT.  as  they  tidy  up  the  crimson  bubbles  on  the  surface  of  their  new  friend’s  ankle  with  a  damp  paper  towel  and  slick  some  of  the  ointment  over  the  angry  spot,  and  they’re  feeling  pretty  damn  COOL just  then.  there  on  the  other,  who  had  been  a  stranger  only  fifteen  minutes  ago,  the  outline  of  a  tiny  RAT  is  etched  in  indelible  black  ink  against  red,  sore  skin,  and  jimmy’s  smiling  proudly  at  their  handiwork,  holding  the  makeshift  tattoo instrument  (  a  popsicle  stick  and  a  halfway  decent  needle,  thank  god  their  hands  aren’t  shaking  from  all  the. . . ).  

“  a  glorious  fuckin’  rat  !   beautiful.  this’s  so  rad,  man.  thanks  for  letting  me  fuck  around !  ”  jimmy’s  beaming,  happy  for  the  opportunity  to  have  put  a  doodle  permanently  on  someone  else’s  skin,  downright  GIDDY  that  a  random  stranger  in  the  house  that’s  chock  full  of  them  decided  to  volunteer.  christian  had  chickened  out  on  going  next  after  the  guy  they’d  affectionately  dubbed  thomas  if  for  no  other  reason  than  that  he  needed  a  name.  christian  had  backed  out,  PREDICTABLY  so  far  as  jimmy  is  concerned,  and  they’re  left  still  wanting  the  excitement  to roll  on,  a  junkie  for  more  than  just dope,  but  also  STIMULATION  and  anything  that  makes  the  dopamine  receptors  kick  on  like  the  faulty  pilot  light  that  they  are.   

“  DOES  ANYBODY  ELSE  WANNA  GO  ?  the  rat  turned  out  pretty damn  good,  actually.  .  .  ”

@violatile​ said: “You want me to murder you?”

 ❝  that  is  so  dramatic.  i  didn't  even  do  anything.  ❞  not  this  time,  at  least.  this  time,  she  was  innocently  minding  her  business,  reading  the  next  book  in  the  ender  saga,  when  she'd  stumbled  onto  a  fight.  shadysider  versus  sunnyvaler.  she  couldn't  not  eavesdrop,  could  she?  like,  what  else  was  she  supposed  to  do?  ❝  a  girl  can't  go  on  a  walk  with  her  book  anymore?  ❞

[ SMS   -   UNKNOWN NUMBER ]     Hangover and judgement, the breakfast of champions.

“So this is where you ended up huh?” He leaned against the locked next to her as he gave the girl a lopsided grin. Wondering how the hell she’d ended up moving form Devenford Prep to Beacon Hills like him and Liam. “Liam got expelled for trashing the coach’s car.” His little bro had a little bit of an anger problem, but ut was definitely getting better. “It’s good to see you Liv.”

He’s not really sure how the conversation got here. Romance was not exactly something Bear talked about very often. It was the kind of thing that he saw in the movies, but never really thought much of himself. Still, he’d spent the night asking her various different questions, and somehow, one about romance had slipped in there. He was just curious, really.

At some point, she says something along the lines of “friends can kiss.” It doesn’t sound like something he’s heard, and so maybe he shouldn’t really react the way that he does, but that doesn’t stop him from saying, “Why haven’t you kissed me then?”

And that goes over about as well as he could have guessed. They end up talking each other in circles the way that they always do, avoiding actually talking about it. It’s something they do all the time, but still, it feels different this time. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t surprise him when a small silence falls between them, and she does kiss him.

It’s not a long kiss, and he doesn’t quite get the chance to react until she’s already pulled away. There’s a feeling of butterflies in his chest, and he knows that he needs to say something now, to actually react, but he doesn’t really know how.

                        she    supposes    that    maybe    she    shouldn’t    have    smiled    when    her    vision    went    dark,    that    maybe    her    knee-jerk    reaction    should’ve    been    to    lash    out,    to    keep    herself    safe.        but    she    knew    whose    hands    were    covering    her    eyes,    and    she    knew    that    they    probably    wouldn’t    randomly    pull    out    a    knife    and    stab    her.        allie    really    believes    that    liv    would    only    stab    her    if    she    had    done    something    terrible,    and    while    allie    had    a    pretty    bad    memory,    she    would’ve    remembered    if    she    had    done    something    like    that.        when    the    hands    fall    from    her    eyes,    allie    whirls    around    with    a    grin.            “        liv!        did    you    finish    up    stuff    with    your    mom?        ”