#headstrongblake

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake: garrett & nick. / verse: all american.

     the sky was black as the clock struck half past one, the streets empty as the few remaining patches of snow reflected the light of the lamps along them. there was no moon tonight, the clouds rolling and dark as they hid it's light making the night all that much darker. the church windows illuminated with colours through the stained glass and garrett stood outside the entrance, arms crossed over his chest as he waited, leaning back against one of the grandious doors that didn't open. he didn't have to wait much longer now, he knew more or less how long grant's partner took to confess his sins after watching him the past few months.

     and right on time as the door opens and the tall man steps out, garrett smirks. he doesn't move from where he's leaning. "nicklas severide williams," he announced, icy blue eyes catching the light as the man whirled towards him but it was already too late. garrett's new recruited agent emerged from the darkness as the back of a gun went thundering into the back of his head, catching him as he fell unconcious. garrett tutted as he waltzed his way over to the two looking down at him. "sorry son, but you really should have listened to my boy," there was a sinister amusement in his tone as they headed towards the truck pulled up around back.

     an ice cold bucket of water was splashed on nicklas for him to come to, soaking him from head to toe. where he sat he was tied skillfully to a metal chair that had been bolted to the floor. his chest tied, around his elbows and wrists to keep his arms secured to the arm rests, same with his legs, around his thighs and ankles--all tied a little too tight to keep from him struggling without pain. his shoes had been removed as well as his wallet, keys, and of course any weapon possible he could have had on him.

     "wakey wakey," garrett cooed with a raspy laugh as he stood in front of the man, his gloved hands linked together where they held the now empty bucket. "so, i heard you were lookin' for me.. well, here i am. not quite what you expected now is it, eh? not used to playing the damsel in distress?" icy eyes sparkled with sick amusement.

#headstrongblake #verse: all american. #NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPEEEEE

[myhiraeth]

@headstrongblake sent: lost and found reverse / nick&styxx 

this is how i die. 

They’d all split up; its his least favorite tactic but they’d had no choice with how pinned down they were. Their last resort was to split up, but he’d doubled back to make sure the woads had him in their crosshairs to avoid them going after the others, and the effort had cost him. He snapped the tail of the arrow that had pierced his side but hadn’t taken the whole arrow out for fear of bleeding out before he can reach the others. There wasn’t anything to be done about the one that had gone in and out of his calf or the bruised- possibly broken- ribs from the mace he’d taken to the side. 

Now, alone, wandering the woods and wondering why they hadn’t just finished him off when they had the chance, he stumbled from tree to tree, leaving bloodied handprints against the bark of the trees he passed, haphazardly trying to navigate his way home as bloodloss started to seep in and his thoughts started to go foggy. Finally he missed a step and went crashing to the ground, only able to push himself into a sitting position against a tree and wait for death. 

how long will they wait for me before they realize what happened? please, gods, let nick take care of them.   he doesn’t want to be in charge but please, he’s all they’ve got… i beg you, don’t punish octavia for my actions- please watch over her… she’s lost two important men to her now… give her strength to keep going don’t let louis get them killed…  let fox find the others safely…  let mbege realize they can be his family if he lets them…

He’s drifting in and out of consciousness, tears slipping down his cheeks at the thought of his little family having to go on alone, at the terrifying thought that he might not be the only one that didn’t make it back to them, that his decision to split up might have gotten more than just him killed. 

And then Nick’s voice, muffled at first but growing louder, then hands on him, trying to shake loose the white fog clouding his head, forcing him back, for whatever it was worth, to the land of the living, framed around Nicklas’ familiar, fearful expression. 

“ hey adelfos… ” he breathes, unaware of the blood trickling out of his mouth.  

#headstrongblake #styxx anaxkolasi. / int. / nicklas williams. / headstrongblake #styxx anaxkolasi. / verse. / pv. / king arthur. / headstrongblake

[deathvisited]

send ◘ to grab my muse’s jaw, forcing them to look at yours. / o & dealer's choice —— @headstrongblake

There is a part of him that knew this was going to happen again, he’d spent so long locked up in prison that he’d almost thought of it as home. He’d denied all his mothers visits and when he was released it hadn’t been into her care, no he’d been cast out into world as an 18 year old that had been in prison since he was nine basically. There had been stints of freedom before he’d be hauled back to juvie for them, the fact that he had murder on his rap sheet at such a young age had never done him any favours.

Didn’t matter that his old man had been about to kill his mom, oh no, hadn’t mattered at all because his dad had been a military man and an upstanding citizen.

Bullshit.

His jaw clenched as the cop told him he was being requested to come down for questioning. It didn’t matter that he’d been clean of any crimes since he’d last been put away, didn’t matter that his records were supposedly sealed. Octavia’s outraged yell had him looking at her sharply, his own rapidly fraying temper going taught and he was maybe tougher than he intended as he grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him. “You listen to me, you call Marien, her numbers on my dresser,” he said, forcing her eyes to his face. “You help me out and get my lawyer down to the precinct.” The cop grabbed his arm, making him pull out of it, shrugging off the rough treatment much better than he had when he’d been younger.

He’d learned not to hit the pigs or else he’d end up with a busted face and ribs, they already hated him for what he’d done. Getting hauled out of the house he shared with some other artists that worked at the shop he kept his eyes on Octavia, her green eyes filled with both anger and tears as he was shoved towards the cop cars. “You call her! Don’t let me down Blake!”

A rough hand grabbed his hair shoving him into the back of the police car none to kindly and as he sat with the handcuffs digging into his tattooed wrists he figured it was inevitable. He hadn’t been anywhere close to Jasper, didn’t have a clue what had happened to him, but if they searched his room for evidence they’d find it. Octavia had come to him, he’d helped clean her up, and the blood she’d been covered in hadn’t been hers. They still hadn’t figured out what had happened to their friend but Sebastian knew his blood was in the drains, on his desk chair and who the fuck knew where else?

His eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to the window, he was gonna go away for something he hadn’t done and there wasn’t shit he could do about it.

#v. 008. they locked up a child & out came a monster / modern #headstrongblake

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@headstrongblake sent: 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶, 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱? 𝔦 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫’𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱.

               ˜”*°•.     Disbelief .  It  was  disbelief  dressed  with  plenty  of  amusement  that  crept  into  his  face .  The  other’s  words  never  once  failing  to  impress  him   -  for  wasn’t   it  interesting  ?  How  the  world  never  dared   to utter  a  single word against  him, yet  Octavia seized  every  opportunity  to  challenge him  ?   How  he  could  be  breaking  the  rules ,  cheating  and  never  facing  a  consequence ,  while  she  wouldn’t  let  a  single  word  of  his  slide ?   ❝ Don’t  worry ,  we’ll  find  you  the  best  hearing  doctor .   ❞  Came  the  retort  similarly  sarcastic .  But  well ,  as  much  as  he’d  rather  ignore  her,  he  knew  he  couldn’t .  It  was  a  mess  they’d  found  themselves  in,  and  whether  they  liked  it  or  not,  cooperation  was  the  only  available  option .   ❝ But  please ,  go  ahead  if  you  are  so  clever .  You  have  a  better   idea  ?  ❞ 

#the game's called racing | Nicholas Capa #i: nick x octavia #headstrongblake #(i love how they chose violence #since second one)

[defectiveparts]

@headstrongblake asked: you're wasting your time. meme.

"i don't think i am."

okay, he probably was. technically. there was absolutely no reason that his plan was going to work, especially considering what he was up against. but that didn't mean buck was going to give up. that he was going to agree with her. because agreeing with octavia meant agreeing with the idea that she wasn't worth his time, and he wasn't about to have that. even if bellamy didn't listen to a word he said, even if he didn't let buck in the front door, at least he had tried. at least he had stood his ground, stood up for octavia. was it his smartest plan? probably not. but it didn't matter. it was something that he deemed important, and even her words weren't going to persuade him otherwise.

"you're wasting your time telling me i'm wasting my time." there's a little smirk on his lips, something that's heard in his words as he glances at the gps, nose wrinkling. "at worst he doesn't let me in and i talk at his front door for ten minutes. he's being an asshole about this and he needs to know."

was this plan fueled by buck having watched octavia cry herself to sleep too many nights? possibly. was it a fully formed plan when he'd climbed in his jeep after pilfering the address from octavia's phone when she wasn't looking? absolutely not. but he'd had nearly two and a half hours to plan what he was going to say and do when he got there, and there was no way he was turning around now.

"if it makes you feel better, i won't hit him unless he starts it."

#headstrongblake #reply. #pv. not going anywhere.

[journclist]

@headstrongblake said : “ there’s always a risk. that’s the job. but if we don’t take the risk, who will? “ from nick // 9-1-1 starters.

she's known he'd go back to service eventually, known he was probably even dying to get back to it, but the reality of it being tomorrow is a vice around her heart. the edge of his jacket is caught in her grip, holding to it like he could disappear at any moment. and although she's sick with her own selfishness, she can't help the quiet, choked words that escape her. " someone else. just for a while, please, nick, let someone else do it. " blinking at the tears that sting her vision, she takes a step closer. " i've always known there was a risk, it was just never so real before... " she might be shaking, her voice certainly is as she continues, well past bargaining into a pleading that's by no means fair. " but i know what it feels like now to lose my brother to that risk, and i'm terrified nick, i'm terrified that you'll go to work and just won't come back. " brown eyes are wide with that visceral fear, searching his face in desperation. " can't someone else go for now? "

#i'm SO upset #headstrongblake #nicklas & april. #﹎🖋 ic interaction ➢ and there’s someone to write about it; that’s how things get better. #﹎🖋 v: canon ➢ a free press at its best reveals the truth. #﹎🖋 queue ➢ almost all writing begins with terrible first efforts; queue have to start somewhere.

[redemptioninterlude]

Send 🚗 for our muses to get stuck on the side of the road together when the car breaks down / rue & o

bad situation meme ( accepting ) + @headstrongblake // octavia

okay but like - where the fuck was ROADSIDE ASSISTANCE when you needed it? anxiety lances like a boil within her, bubbling, trouble, as she paces about the cracked cement. it's really her fault and she knows it, thus the worry, the guilt, that slicks on the inside of her mouth. let's take the scenic route, she'd suggested, thinking that it'd be like. nice. cute. something for the both of them to cling onto because like, rue's still trying to figure out what the hell she felt half the time. in? out? friends? something else? her head's a mess and she's never been good at navigating through feelings, and honestly, she thought this whole day trip out of town would help them and instead...

they're fucking baking in the sun out here. the car was a death trap of heat at this point, a clunker that they'd used for their last road trip across the country, the both of them like, SOLIDLY DETERMINED to make it to the beach back then. to go down the coast, to fucking find themselves or whatever lie that they'd sold themselves at the insistence that they weren't simply running away from what was hard. from what they knew was waiting in the aftermath of o's overdose and rue's fumbling problems when it came to dealing with it.

she thought it would make things better. leave it to rue to FUCK THINGS UP.

so she feels like fucking horrible about it, nervous glances passed as she smokes, endlessly, at the spare joints that she had stored in the car dash. octavia still there beneath the hood of the car, working away, rue's nervous energy likely doing nothing to help resolve the issue, flitting around like the mess she was. "can i DO with anything?" no, you idiot, you've done enough - trying to bite back at her own worry, knowing just how unreasonable that was when it came to octavia. "d... do you want a drink? there's still a little water left."

#headstrongblake #❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ drugs are kind of cool ! #❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ everything feels so permanent !

[e1igius]

if one had chosen to drop a needle in that moment , the clattering would have been so loud that the world would have stopped. with the thought that war was on the horizon once again. the empty concrete room seemed to shake with a violence at the words or maybe , maybe it was just him who'd become unsteady at the idea of the words that came out of the girl's mouth. using one hand to stabilize himself on a nearby beam as he tries to take in any idea of why she would say something like that aloud. thoughts race with no end in sight , just blindly chasing some sort of lost idea in history. it takes a minute for them to circle back around , it's the voice in the back of his head. snow's little songbird , cora barre , that takes octavia's words and squashes the concept of them. and he's bak to reality. back to knowing that whatever it is that octavia thinks she sees in him. she's wrong. he's not a good person. he's not even a halfway decent one. and doing a good job ? at what helping snow oppress the general public ? at saving himself and no one else ?

calloused hands rake though dirty blonde hair as the man looks down at her , trying to figure out how to phrase what he wants to tell her in return. how to explain that she needs to stop looking at him like some sort of hero. he's not. hell , if she took one minute to speak to any of the other victors she'd more fully understand how much of a problem he was with the others. becuase huckleberry didn't do anything for anyone other than himself & the president of this great nation. the latter of whom , would murder him for not cooperating and would quite often request the murder of individuals who were trying to bring panem some light. it was why good never lasted here.

maybe he was overthinking it , maybe she meant with her. maybe he was finally getting her to see that throwing her life away wasn't worth the effort she was putting in. that there was so much more she could be doing. if this is what it was like to have kids , he certainly didn't want any now. ❝ thanks , but i ain't doing good at anything. ❞

@headstrongblake “huck, you’re doing a good job…”

#headstrongblake

[animadistelle]

for @headstrongblake's nicklas williams + @shesdaylight's rapunzel carter ( moved from here )

he watches as his sister begins to calm herself, watches her breathing begin to slow again. she's realizing that she's safe, that she's now out of the immediate threat's way, and for that he has to thank nicklas. simple thanks won't cut it, though - he's already made the decision to request a special medal in his honor. for saving the already once lost princess, for preventing it from happening again.

as rapunzel sits on the albeit uncomfortable furniture that's decorated along the safety bunk, maximus makes his way over to nicklas. his own breathing, too, has become more relaxed. now that they're safe, they can get to work on how to address this to the kingdom. work on better security detail, more training. he wants to be involved. "i want to thank you, again, nick," he says with another nod of his head. "you have truly outdone yourself. it doesn't go unnoticed."

#( @'ing myself is so funny to me ) #headstrongblake #shesdaylight #&. * writings / maximus. #&. * just wait and see / queue.

[respnsibility]

@headstrongblake : it's not the truth. it's what we say to justify the horror we inflict on other people.

" you really believe that? " he doesn't allow his gaze or voice to waver , but he already knows : yes , she does. he and his sister have drifted so far from each other ; how had they ended up on opposite sides of this war? he knows that answer , too. " it is the truth , o. i did what i had to do to save our people. you don't see it now , but i'm still doing what's best for us. "

#headstrongblake #◯ » it's the goddamn fight of my life. ( writing ) #◯ » your voice is breaking. you are sorry. you are so very sorry. ( v ; season three ) #q.

[metalsiren-a]

we have a lovely lovely mutual in common and i always LOVED seeing you guys write together! stayed for the incredible character, writing, and head canons! & you seem like such a cool & kind mun that i need on my dash

what drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay? // @headstrongblake + accepting.

stawwwwp !! this is so fkn sweet i could cry !! i'm so happy to see you on my dash, even if we haven't spoken much. we need octavia and sawyer to meet and vibe okay!?? pls! bc ur writing is wonderful and legit love seeing u pop up! <3

#headstrongblake #im assuming the moot is solito hahahahaha

[thewholecrew]

alec stopped by nick's place a couple times after both he and octavia left to gather a few more bags of things for kassy, to clean up the broken glass and spilled coffee that was left there and seemed to stain the wall. though he enjoyed having another person in his home since his grandma passed, he was saddened by the reason and deeply heartbroken by the state of his dear friend. he let kassy take over enna's room but it almost felt as though his grandma was still alive as he was transported back to heavily caring for someone once again, this time for kassy.

he had witnessed her closing down and going numb, as she called it, only a few times when they were growing up but ever since they had met octavia, met nick and the rest of the gang, he didn't think he'd ever witnessed it again. not until now. the first few days after they left she hardly left the bedroom, curled up in bed but not sleeping. nothing he did seemed to elicit any kind of response either, no food -- not even her favourites, not offering to watch something, not offering company. the only time she would move was to check her phone at night to see the text sent that octavia and nick were alright.

there were too many conflicting and overwhelming emotions to deal with after they left so kassy's body did what it did best and let her escape. her mind leaving her body as she laid there wracked in anguish, the numbness settling over her like a familiar darkness she had almost forgotten. though it was similar to after the kidnapping, the depression feeling like a bottomless pit with no escape, this was different. it wasn't an escape just from memories, but an all consuming agony. nick had been patient with her over that month and now alec tried the same but it was too much, dare she admit it was more painful than anything she'd experienced yet.

they left her. it was a simple sentence but those three words cut deeply into her, past her walls because she let them in. her blinks were slow as her jaw clenched, body curled in the fetal position where she laid in the middle of alec's grandmothers bed, paralyzed in the incomprehensible shock that this was her reality. as much as she knew that they loved grant, that they cared about him, she never thought after what he had done that this would be the outcome. that still, no matter how much he hurt them, they would still choose him. her eyes burned yet there were no tears as she stared unseeing across the room.

they chose him. another simple sentence, another three words that felt like a blade through her heart. "they'll come back kassy," alec would try to reassure her but his words fell on deaf ears because would they? if he never returned would they? they clearly had no reason to stay to begin with, so why return? it was unfair to think such bitter things, her hurt clouding her rational mind as it tried to remind her that this wasn't about them choosing, that they loved him and they loved her, that in octavia's case, she had no choice. but it didn't matter how she rationalized it, it was soul crushing all the same.

she wasn't enough. her care, her time, her reassurance, her presence, her love. it wasn't enough and it would never be enough. it wasn't enough for her own parents so how could she think she would be for anyone else? she knew that she wasn't, she had always known since she was a child, no matter who she befriended. no matter what they said, or who confessed their love to her. she had never believed she was enough. not until octavia. until nick. but they tricked her. broke down her walls with false assurances. with i love yous and where were they now? she felt resentment burn in her core, an easier emotion to tap into instead of the absolute heartbreak she felt. she hadn't needed anyone, why did they make her need them? a single stinging tear slid down her cheek, her dark and distant eyes closing.

kassy's jaw ached as she let out a quiet, pained breath when she was alone. despite everything she still couldn't bring it in her demand they to stay and she would not beg. she had told them time and time again that she wanted them to stay, that she wanted nick to stay since it was his damn idea. that this wasn't worth it, that it would just be another chance for grant to hurt him. he left him without even saying goodbye for godsake! she felt the anger simmering in her chest like burning coals, each time she thought of every fight, of every moment she was there for either of them, there for the aftermath of what grant had done. it fed those coals, fueled that fire.

"kassy..." alec's voice broke through the fog, sounded over the crackling of the flames in her broken heart and she blinked slowly, coming back to herself enough to feel his hands clutching hers tightly. she looked up at his tearful, empathetic gaze, "how can i help? kassy, how can i help? what can i do?" her eyes closed, unable to look at him, to let herself feel the sadness and guilt that would come from closing off to him. alec didn't deserve it yet she couldn't help herself, it the only way she knew how to protect herself, how to keep that numbness in place and not to get swallowed whole by her grief, by her anger, her anguish.

don't leave me, were words unsaid that clung like claws to her tongue. instead she said nothing of the sort, shaking her head the slightest as she slowly pulled her hand from his. "there is nothing you can do," she said in a tired, defeated tone. "i'll be fine..." alec whimpered but nodded despite not believing her. she didn't quite believe herself if she was being honest but life continued and she couldn't lay immoble forever. she couldn't afford to fall behind in school anymore than she had, so monday morning she rose. got herself dressed and ready. drank a coffee and headed to class. her movements were nearly robotic, the shine in her eyes dull and much to alec's anxiety she left without a bite of breakfast.

clutching to his phone he closed his eyes tightly, hoping that octavia and nick would return home soon and that it would fix everything, that kassy would realize they hadn't left forever, that they did love her. he was deathly afraid that them leaving had broken kassy in a way he had never seen before.

#headstrongblake #kassy & alec. #DRABBLE. #verse: all american.

[myhiraeth]

@headstrongblake sent: “ i'm glad you're okay. “ / fox/nick [ zombieverse but earliest possible zombieverse SURPRISE]

They had run from the grocery store, not stopping to look back, getting instead into his car ( his car? one he took? one he found? she hadn’t even thought to wonder ) and he’d opened the passenger door for her before she’d even had to ask if she could get a ride away from here. 

It hadn’t really occurred to her what was happening. Stay-at-home orders had gone blaring off on the television, some crazy had run their truck through the front window of the diner and killed three people in a booth, then gotten out looking like a crazy person trying to attack other diner go-ers and she’d just run. Then in the store- things were crazy and panicked but hey, that seemed natural, no one knew what was happening. 

But then she’d been grabbed. Then she’d seen the mean, hungry, dangerous looks on the faces of the guys who’d grabbed her, and suddenly the guy in the truck wasn’t her biggest worry. Suddenly the weird mystery of what was happening wasn’t that big of a deal. That moment, those men, that was a worry. And it was only because of another male stranger that she’d gotten away. 

She can still feel a hand around her ankle. If she closes her eyes ( a mistake she only made once when the car started moving ) she can still hear their voices but no words, just deep, threatening noises with no meaning. She wonders how many more people are going to be like them. How many other people in her cheap, not-so-safe apartment complex are going to prove to be willing to hurt others to get what they want? She knows at least a few resident off the top of her head alone who she could easily see as those groups of dangerous pillagers. Can she even go home? Where does she go if not home? 

hey.  her rescuer’s voice interrupts her thoughts and she startles, looking over to him and realizing she’s hugging her bag to her stomach, her arms wrapped tightly protectively around herself. i’m glad you’re okay. 

She offers a small smile that isn’t returned, and her tense posture relaxes a little, tilting her head at him. “ Are you? ” She glances down his body, realizing too late there’s blood splatters littering his clothes and the tenseness returns tenfold. 

He recognizes her fear and lowers his head, keeping his eyes on the road. don’t worry, i’m not gonna hurt you. it was self-defense. He says, though his voice hitches on the words and she wonders how true they are. did you want me to drop you off somewhere? 

She rattles off her address and he gives her a wry look. He knows the area, that much is clear, and he asks if she’s sure. “ No where else to go. ” She says with a shrug, eyeing him. There’s something dark about him, but not dark like the guys in the grocery store, dark like sad. “ You never said if you were okay or not. ” 

not. 

Oooooookay. “ I’m sorry. About whatever happened. ” He only nods in response until they reach her apartment building. It’s chaos, fires in the dumpsters and people running around crazily. “ Thanks for the ride. ”  

There’s a little more life in his expression as he watches the entrance of the complex. maybe i should wait for you. 

“ You don’t have to do- ” 

honestly i’d feel better if i did. you’re not staying here? 

“ I dunno. I have to get some stuff, but honestly I don’t have anywhere else to go. ” 

come back out when you’re done. we’ll find someplace to wait this out. 

He doesn’t say to come back to his place, wherever that may be, and she wonders if that has anything to do with the self defense claim and the blood on him.But he’s saved her once, so she gives him the benefit of the doubt. “ Uhm, okay. Thank you, for that. And for saving me, earlier. I’ll uh, I’ll be right back. ” 

#headstrongblake #fox. / int. / nicklas williams. / headstrongblake #fox. / verse. / zombieverse

[deathvisited]

035, at a table during a charity gala. / bodyguard

he was slowly being choked to death as he sat here, a glass of champagne in his hand, although he wasn't drinking it. he was after all on duty, despite being stuck in a room with more security than the president had normally. a gala event, one for the richest of the richest, and all for charity. it amused him to think about the fact that they could have done something much less extravagant and given the difference in money to the people they were donating to. but it wasn't his place to say anything, he was honestly just decoration at this point as octavia socialized with the other fancy people here. not that she was enjoying it, no, despite the bright smile on her face and the loud laughter he knew she wasn't having fun.

mostly because she'd complained the entire way here, but that was besides the point, right?

her family wanted her here and so here she was, autonomy was not something she was allowed, not ever, her life was dictated to even more than he was and, he was being paid by them. part bodyguard, part babysitter, it was a whole host of things. the tight smile on her face as she came over had him lifting the champagne flute and offering it to her. "stressed princess?" he glanced at the numerous amounts of men and women behind her waiting for her return, his look keeping most of them back before he tilted his head and looked up at her with a small grin. "you know once you actually bid on something we can get out of here, maybe another hour," the raffle would start in about 5 minutes and then they'd bid and they could leave.

"i think i'll die before then." her dramatics never ceased to amuse him, even as he raised a brow at her. it wasn't his job to keep her happy, even if he did his best to do so, but this was something he couldn't take her from. she was here to represent her family, something she couldn't avoid doing. "you look beautiful, just keep smiling and then we get to sit down and eat some stupidly expensive food and then we get to go," he said again, watching her sigh and down his glass before setting it beside him and squaring her shoulders. "that's it champ, chin up now, i promise they're not that scary." even if they'd likely eat her alive if there was even a hint of scandal, not a single one of these 'friends' would stick by her through the hard times.

@headstrongblake

#here's an answer for whatever good it will do you / answered. #headstrongblake

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@headstrongblake sent: 🔪

               ˜”*°•.     Corner  of  the  lips  curved  upwards  -  smirk  amused ,  provocative  too .  Gaze  fleetingly  grazing  the  blade  at  his  throat .  ❝ Will  you  do  it ?  ❞  An  eyebrow  was  firmly  arched ,  digits  brought  around  her  wrist ,  making  sure  to  keep  the  knife  at  distance .  He  didn’t  know  her  -  didn’t  know  her  well  enough  to  tell  for  sure  just  how  far  she’d  go .  And  yet ,  resisting  the  temptation  to  provoke  ?  Well ,  he’d  been  the  one  practically  spying  on  her  the  past  few  days .  He  guessed  he  was  already  a  step  closer  to  winning .  She  wouldn’t  do  it  -  he  doubted  she’d  do  it,  when  there  were  still  that  many  questions  filling  the  air .  And  maybe  this  was  the  thought  keeping  the  arrogance  stuck  on  his  face .

#the game's called racing | Nicholas Capa #i: nick x octavia #headstrongblake

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@headstrongblake asked: i don't want you to be alone. meme.

it takes a moment for his mind to process what she's said, words more of a whisper than anything. it makes him smile, just barely, a warmth settling in his chest. it's not that buck doesn't know he's loved. he does. and he knows that octavia is one of his biggest supporters. but after everything, hearing her words definitely puts a balm over his aching heart.

"i know. but --- i'm gonna be asleep. i won't even know."

lies. buck would definitely know he was alone, would definitely have feelings in regards to that. but making octavia suffer through the hospital lounge chair that they offered to visitors wasn't something he wanted to do. it wasn't like he was dying ( not anymore, at least; they'd ruled that out after he woke up from the coma ). while it would be nice to have company for when he couldn't sleep, he just couldn't bring himself to ask.

"go home, o. get some rest in a bed. come back in the morning, if you want." he squeezes the hand in his, a slow motion type deal, his mind still a little fuzzy from the drugs. "we both know you've been here more often than not while i was out. i'll survive one night without company."

#headstrongblake #reply. #canon arc. #pv. not going anywhere.