#fizve

[immortalled]

@fizve​

                         (  Oh, you!

                                          Put another 0 in your paycheck!                                        Are you done digging your grave yet?                                           Put another 0 in your paycheck!                                  ARE YOU DONE DIGGING YOUR GRAVE?   )

        The heavy, grinding strum of the electric guitar beat out of tinny CD player speakers, the volume knob cranked all the way up and loud enough to drown out the passing traffic and noise in Nathan’s head. He’d stripped down to his tee shirt and boxer shorts and reveled in the sounds, and the bite of the night air. 

                       (    You're dead, already, dead, dead, already-ready                                     Dead, already, dead, dead, already-ready--   )

          Less than two weeks ago, he’d fallen from the very roof he was now dancing on. Dropped off the edge like an over-dressed stone and skewered himself straight through the middle on the fence below. It hadn’t been pretty, but it was mercifully quick. The next thing Nathan knew, he was waking up in a tight little box six feet underground. 

          Haha. That hadn’t been fun.

          Nathan had been anxious ever since. Not like Simon, you couldn’t tell that Nathan was nervous just by looking at him, but he felt it -- the uncomfortable buzz just beneath his skin and the sudden, subtle twisting in his stomach that told him something was wrong. It always got worse at night, in the dark. The cold and the noise and the open sky above him reminded him that he was still alive. There was no coffin to keep him now. 

                                         (   Cheer up, London                                                 It's not that bad                                                Cheer up, London                                 You're already dead and it's not that bad!  )

          As the song picked up into the driving chorus, Nathan yanked his shirt over his head and began strumming along air-guitar style. There were perks to squatting at the community centre; one being he could do whatever the hell he wanted after hours and no one was the wiser.

          At least, they weren’t supposed to be.

          Nathan was about to go for his big finish when something moved in the corner of his eye. He sighed. Probably Simon, or if he was really unlucky, he’d finally got caught for using the centre without permission. Not like he was keeping it any big secret...

          “If ya wanted a show, Barry, ya know you could just a--” Nathan’s voice caught in his throat as he turned. “Oh shit! Whoa!” He fanned out his shirt and wrapped it around his hips, mortified. A fucking kid? How did a kid get up here? “Get out of here, ya little gremlin!”

[rcbctmcm]

@fizve​ liked for a starter.

It was so strange that Five had been gone for nearly seventeen years and then he was back, still so so young. Grace could only assume that meant he’d jumped forward so far in time that he was still a thirteen year old. She hadn’t been around to have it explained to her that a maths equation had been off and he was in fact forty-eight years old, not thirteen. It brought protocols back to the forefront of her programming and she smiled as she came to stand at his door. 

❝Five, darling, may I come in please?❞

[compendiumofconstellations]

@fizve

Diego was in the kitchen, trying to stay out of everyone’s way. It was hard for him, with Reginald barking orders when he did say something to the children, and Luther striding around as if he was just as much in charge as Reginald was.

He sat there with a glass of milk, staring into the whiteness, as if it would make all his problems go away.

[goodpeopledie]

one hot grande headcanon please (no whip).

Hold onto the tissues, friend and read the tags first. Under a cut for length. 

The Hargreeves siblings were all abused. Vanya was put into isolation, Hargreeves encouraged the other six to stay away from her. It was a recurring theme. Exclude Seven. 

Ben was a very emotional child, he cried over minute things. He hated to hurt people, which the Horrors did and he that made him cry more than if the Horrors hurt him in attempts to get out. If Ben cried, he’d be beaten to give him something to cry about. It was part of “training” and that stopped when he learned to wait to cry until he was alone in the shower. He’d learned to cry so quietly. 

Five was pushed until the edge of his limits and then pushed over them. It was part of his reasoning to prove himself capable of not only spatial jumping but time jumping. 

Klaus, well we know about what he has been through. 

Allison used to train with her voice until she made herself go hoarse and could barely whisper. 

Diego has a passive power, it’s useless. He’s able to hold his breath indefinitely. There was a tank that Hargreeves kept that Diego had to spend hours in and it was always cold and miserable and Diego hated every second of it. 

Luther was manipulated emotionally, it’s why as an adult for the most part Reginald could do no wrong. 

They all slowly came to cope with their childhood traumas. The abuse could be physical, emotional, psychological, verbal. It came to them in those four forms. They’re all in different stages of coping. 

Ben? Ben actively hates Reginald, blames him directly for his death. For everything he and his siblings have gone through but he’s still too polite to actually say anything.

[sexnce]

❛ Don’t ask questions, you don’t wanna know. ❜ [ hi :) ]

Billie Starters || Accepting!

hi!!

   “ Well I can’t know if I wanna know if you don’t tell me! Who died and made you king of knowing what people want? ” beat. “ Oh riiiight! Dad. Dad died! “

[goodpeopledie]

“Go home.”

@fizve || late night wanderings accepting

Ben honestly keeps forgetting after twelve years of being dead, that now his brothers and sisters can see him. He’s used to going where he wants. Given he’s usually trailing after Klaus. But, Klaus has been sober for weeks and seems to be doing good. Five? Five is worrying him and he has taken to following him at a distance and keeping an eye on him. It’s no different than any of the times he watched over his siblings before. Except this time, they can see him. And that perhaps changes everything because Five just told him to go home. 

❝I think I’ll pass on that.❞ 

[whitestrings-blog1]

Maybe it was the rain pounding against the windows outside, or maybe it was the fact that she was here cleaning out her brother’s wounds, but Vanya couldn’t help feeling a bit distressed. Reginald had asked Vanya to sit in on training, to note anything he might have missed in what her siblings were doing wrong, and she was more than happy to have a moment where she wasn’t alone, but watching them fight today… Vanya couldn’t help but feel like the odd one out, more so than usual, as her brothers and sisters used each other for target practice. In a weird way, she wanted to be part of it. She wanted to be in there, fighting alongside them and learning their moves so that she too could feel like part of a team. Thunder rumbling outside brought her back to the present, but it doesn’t help the empty feeling in her chest as she reminds herself that she isn’t one of them. “You wouldn’t have been hurt this badly if you hadn’t gotten cocky, ya know.” She glances at Five as she dabs his wound with a damp rag. Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say, despite the words coming from her own mouth, she can hear them in their father’s voice. “I don’t mean to be rude, Five. I’m sorry, I don’t want you to get hurt even worse next time. You’re very talented, very capable, I’m just worried about you.” Vanya places the cloth in the bowl of water and lets out a soft sigh, knowing what his answer would be but deciding to ask anyways. “Be honest with me Five, do you think I belong here?” ( @fizve )

[kindlystopped-a]

❛ Told you not to worry, but maybe that’s a lie. ❜ [ for vanya :) ]

❛   …   ❜               lips  part  ——-  her  voice  is  stuck.           it  feels  like…        like  her  mind  can’t  really  catch  up.         𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃  𝐈𝐒  𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆.        he’d  been  here  just  a  few  days  ago  to  tell  her  that.       he’s  always  acted  so  confident  ;  he  was  sure  he  knew  how  to  win  this.         (   whatever  THIS  was…   )                 ❛    wh—–        wait  ,  so  you’re  worried  ?    ❜              her  eyes  blink  a  few  times  before  worry  settles  on  her  own  face.          ❛     no——  i  mean  ,  there’s  got  to  be  a  way.         you’re—–     you.       you’ll  figure  this  out.          you’re  smarter  than—–      than  ANY  of  us.        you  can’t  give  up.      ❜