Skins
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I jump on thee with my drabblethang prompts for Skins. Based around the Seven Deadly Sins, with an added one of course, because the main cast is eight. -_-'
I should warn you, I found the prompt and wrote all the fics under the heavy influence of caffine in under 10 minutes. Which is fast for me. So I apologise for spelling mistakes and grammer mistakes and general retardedness.
By the way, they're not connected in any way. Just randomly set things. All before series two, though.
And there are a few bits of swearing in there. But if you need warning about that...then why are you watching Skins?
AND, because I almost forgot, I obviously don't own Skins or the BBC or the actors or anything like that of course. :)
Title: Guilt.
Character: Anwar
Word Count: 100
Setting: Some time after the Russia Episode. 1x06.
Summ.: Anwar reflects on what's he's done to his friend.
How could he do this? Why did he do this? Why did he do this over and over and over? Sick. That was just great. That’s what you tell a best friend. That he’s sick. He can’t fool himself it’s religious, he can’t fool himself and excuse himself, because aside from the pills he’s popped and drink he’s downed, he’s not a virgin anymore. He’s had sex. What hadn’t he done against his religion now? How can he cling to it’s outlines to give himself an excuse?
How can he look Maxxie in the eye and tell him he’s sick?
Title: Pride
Character: Michelle
Word Count: 150
Setting: Some time after the Russia Episode. 1x06.
Summ.: Michelle convinces herself.
She holds herself high even when she’s sobbing.
It’s one of the traits she’s proudest of, her pride itself. Even now, watching her life unravel and her reality shake, she can hold her head high and set her jaw and stay silent. She doesn’t need anything. She doesn’t need him, or her supposed friends, or anyone. She’s independent, she’s happy, she’s fine.
She can stride away from him and leave him, she can stand alone and be better and stronger and…and…she doesn’t want him. She doesn’t want anything to be wrong. She’s didn’t need this to show her what a two-faced, backstabbing, cowardly-
No, she didn’t need this. She knew all along.
She has her pride.
She doesn’t need to admit fault or stupidity or any sort of flaw.
She knew this all along, okay?
And what’s more, she doesn’t care either way.
She doesn’t need Tony.
She’s fine, thanks.
Title: Envy
Character: Sid
Word Count: 175
Setting: Anytime before Season Two, really.
Summ.: Sid sulks.
He can only chew on his lip and stare at the ceiling, contemplating bitter thoughts. But then he hears him.
“Oh, he’s in a sulk again.”
His dad on the phone walks away from his door, continuing to talk, but not quietly enough. And Sid realizes; he is in a sulk…again.
He wants Michelle. He wants Cassie. He wants to be Tony, smartmanipulativecontrol. He wants to be Chris, partyhighcareless. He wants to be Anwar who manages to get away with everything. He wants to be Maxxie and get things so easy and be so brave.
He wants what other people have, what he can’t have, what he doesn’t have right this second. And when he has it, it’s then he chooses to recognize he doesn’t want it.
He wishes he lived like them, any one of them. He wants to be smarter, better-looking, funnier. He wants to be better and have an easy life like them.
He rolls onto his side.
They don’t know how good they’ve got it.
Title: Gluttony.
Character: Cassie.
Word Count: 125.
Setting: Anytime.
Summ.: Cassie arranges food. Mentions of anorexia.
“Oh, wow,” she murmurs as her stomach rumbles, and places her hands on her midriff. She pushes back, hard, and sucks her breath in. If only she was thinner.
She smiles down, looking at her clasped hands. Why doesn’t it get easier? Why does she want food? All the time, its there, in the background. Why is she so fat, so greedy, so obsessed?
She relinquishes the hold on her stomach and turns her wide eyes to the cupboards storing food. They haven’t ordered them properly at all.
And it helps if it’s ordered properly, if it’s pretty and perfect then its too good to eat. Because she can’t eat, she mustn’t eat. She’s so insatiable, it disgusts her.
She’s a greedy, repulsive, fat freak.
Title: Greed
Character: Chris
Word Count: 165
Setting: Anytime pre S2.
Summ.: Chris is at a party.
He grins like a maniac as he shoves his way through the crowds, not noticing when people shove and yell and swear at him, because it’s all good, right? Everything’s good. Better than good. This is a good party. All pills and thrills and girls and whirls, all drink no think and being so terribly happy.
If only there was more.
He’d like it even better then. He’s never going to be satisfied. He could always take more pills, have another drink, kiss another girl. Get more people round, crank the volume louder, just more.
More fun and more stuff. Everything is better if there’s more. He wants to get even higher and even drunker.
He’s thinking that as he stumbles sideways and gets shoved wrong, goes tumbling backwards over his own feet, slams out through a glass window and falls, falls, falls.
He can’t be hurt too bad, is his last thought, because otherwise there wouldn’t be so much shrieking laughter.
He passes out.
Title: Wrath
Character: Jal
Word Count: 145
Setting: Anytime pre S2.
Summ.: Jal allows herself to think about a secret. Implications that Jal has anger issues.
She knows she’s not perfect.
So when Michelle snaps it at her, bitchy and hard and cold, her jaw clenches of it’s own accord.
Of course she’s not fucking perfect.
She’s angry. She’s angry, like this, all the time. Beneath the surface, bubbling, boiling, red hot and then icy cold. Switching, fickle, deep as the sky and then shallow as her breathing.
Of course she’s not fucking perfect, you moron.
She’s always sarcastic, always saying no, always refusing and snappy and bitchy and angry. She doesn’t like you, Michelle, she doesn’t like your stupid arrogant boyfriend, she doesn’t like Anwar being pathetically religious when it’s obvious he just hates that stupid gay slut.
The only one she likes is Chris.
And she hates him more than most, most of the time.
She laughs, and grins at Michelle, offers a rueful apology.
Anger issues.
Fucking bitch.
Title: Lust
Character: Tony
Word Count: 200
Setting: Uh, between episodes six and seven of Season One.
Summ.: Tony sees girls, Michelle isn't there, Maxxie is fun to confuse. Slashy for about one sentence, because Tony is gay/straight, hetroflexible, metrosexul, anything you wanna call it.
He smiles at the girl across the room, letting his eyes burn on hers, and she turns to whisper something to her friend.
Michelle should be here.
She’s not.
Which means, he figures, he’s a free agent.
It wouldn’t take much to get up from his seat, walk over there, introduce himself, smile. He knows her type. She’d sleep with him tonight, she’d hang on his every call for months.
Michelle isn’t here, and that girl is hot, and he’s kinda bored.
He’s been chastised before for it. Too much lust, too much want, too much promiscuity.
But, hell, he likes it.
What’s not to like about physical pleasure? What’s wrong with feeling good and making someone else feel good too? All this feeling stuff. That doesn’t need to be a part of it. He can fuck around with people, he can do whatever he wants. They’re something. Something unconnected and different. Doesn’t matter.
The chair beside him scrapes and Maxxie slides down. “Sorry, Michelle couldn’t-”
He cuts him off with an open-mouth kiss, hands on his face and down his chest, on his hip.
He casts a glance at the girls across the room when he’s done, and winks.
Title: Sloth
Character: Maxxie.
Word Count: 340
Setting: Random times.
Summ.: When he doesn't want to get up after a party. Slashy undertones, if you're obsessed like me.
It is one of the things he doesn’t like about himself, he reflects with his head buried in the crook of his arm.
He knows he’s waking up. Hell, maybe he’s even awake.
But he’s not gonna move.
“Maxxie…”
Jal’s voice is soft and gentle, but he groans and squeezes his eyes tighter, shifting and turning away from her on the couch.
“Maxxie?”
He doesn’t move. He hears her sigh and mutter something to herself, before her footsteps fade out.
His mouth tastes bitter and he really would like to brush his teeth. But his head hurts, and he’s tired, and the light is just too bright.
“Maxxie, for fuck’s sake.” He hears a growled complaint at him. Tony.
He thinks about finding the energy to flip him off. But he really can’t spare it.
“Get the fuck up, everyone’s gone, the parents are gonna be back soon.”
Maxxie grumbles angrily. “G’way.”
Something hits his back. Hard.
He licks his lips and rolls over so his face is buried in the cushions. He can sort of still breathe.
“Right.”
He vaguely registers Tony’s footsteps heading towards him, and then he stops being awake-pretending-to-sleep and becomes awake-oh-my-god as Tony grabs his legs and attempts to pull him backwards off the sofa.
The results of his new shrieks and flailing means he ends up on the floor.
Which he’s okay with, really, he thinks dozily. He starts to fall asleep again when Tony sighs, bends over and picks him up, slinging him over his shoulder.
“We’re out,” he calls, and Maxxie weakly hits him on the back, signing that he can’t fall asleep if Tony insists on dragging him around upside down.
“Sorry, princess,” Tony mutters sarcastically and half pulls him around, one arm under his bent knees and the other on his back, Maxxie’s arms helplessly wrapped around his neck.
Tony watches in a bemused amazement as Maxxie falls back asleep in his arms, and continues to carry him out the house, and then back down the street and home again.
Yeah, Maxxie kinda gets off easy on his, because he's my favourite.
Hope the cuts worked. O.o
Might sleep now.
*passes out*
I jump on thee with my drabblethang prompts for Skins. Based around the Seven Deadly Sins, with an added one of course, because the main cast is eight. -_-'
I should warn you, I found the prompt and wrote all the fics under the heavy influence of caffine in under 10 minutes. Which is fast for me. So I apologise for spelling mistakes and grammer mistakes and general retardedness.
By the way, they're not connected in any way. Just randomly set things. All before series two, though.
And there are a few bits of swearing in there. But if you need warning about that...then why are you watching Skins?
AND, because I almost forgot, I obviously don't own Skins or the BBC or the actors or anything like that of course. :)
Title: Guilt.
Character: Anwar
Word Count: 100
Setting: Some time after the Russia Episode. 1x06.
Summ.: Anwar reflects on what's he's done to his friend.
How could he do this? Why did he do this? Why did he do this over and over and over? Sick. That was just great. That’s what you tell a best friend. That he’s sick. He can’t fool himself it’s religious, he can’t fool himself and excuse himself, because aside from the pills he’s popped and drink he’s downed, he’s not a virgin anymore. He’s had sex. What hadn’t he done against his religion now? How can he cling to it’s outlines to give himself an excuse?
How can he look Maxxie in the eye and tell him he’s sick?
Title: Pride
Character: Michelle
Word Count: 150
Setting: Some time after the Russia Episode. 1x06.
Summ.: Michelle convinces herself.
She holds herself high even when she’s sobbing.
It’s one of the traits she’s proudest of, her pride itself. Even now, watching her life unravel and her reality shake, she can hold her head high and set her jaw and stay silent. She doesn’t need anything. She doesn’t need him, or her supposed friends, or anyone. She’s independent, she’s happy, she’s fine.
She can stride away from him and leave him, she can stand alone and be better and stronger and…and…she doesn’t want him. She doesn’t want anything to be wrong. She’s didn’t need this to show her what a two-faced, backstabbing, cowardly-
No, she didn’t need this. She knew all along.
She has her pride.
She doesn’t need to admit fault or stupidity or any sort of flaw.
She knew this all along, okay?
And what’s more, she doesn’t care either way.
She doesn’t need Tony.
She’s fine, thanks.
Title: Envy
Character: Sid
Word Count: 175
Setting: Anytime before Season Two, really.
Summ.: Sid sulks.
He can only chew on his lip and stare at the ceiling, contemplating bitter thoughts. But then he hears him.
“Oh, he’s in a sulk again.”
His dad on the phone walks away from his door, continuing to talk, but not quietly enough. And Sid realizes; he is in a sulk…again.
He wants Michelle. He wants Cassie. He wants to be Tony, smartmanipulativecontrol. He wants to be Chris, partyhighcareless. He wants to be Anwar who manages to get away with everything. He wants to be Maxxie and get things so easy and be so brave.
He wants what other people have, what he can’t have, what he doesn’t have right this second. And when he has it, it’s then he chooses to recognize he doesn’t want it.
He wishes he lived like them, any one of them. He wants to be smarter, better-looking, funnier. He wants to be better and have an easy life like them.
He rolls onto his side.
They don’t know how good they’ve got it.
Title: Gluttony.
Character: Cassie.
Word Count: 125.
Setting: Anytime.
Summ.: Cassie arranges food. Mentions of anorexia.
“Oh, wow,” she murmurs as her stomach rumbles, and places her hands on her midriff. She pushes back, hard, and sucks her breath in. If only she was thinner.
She smiles down, looking at her clasped hands. Why doesn’t it get easier? Why does she want food? All the time, its there, in the background. Why is she so fat, so greedy, so obsessed?
She relinquishes the hold on her stomach and turns her wide eyes to the cupboards storing food. They haven’t ordered them properly at all.
And it helps if it’s ordered properly, if it’s pretty and perfect then its too good to eat. Because she can’t eat, she mustn’t eat. She’s so insatiable, it disgusts her.
She’s a greedy, repulsive, fat freak.
Title: Greed
Character: Chris
Word Count: 165
Setting: Anytime pre S2.
Summ.: Chris is at a party.
He grins like a maniac as he shoves his way through the crowds, not noticing when people shove and yell and swear at him, because it’s all good, right? Everything’s good. Better than good. This is a good party. All pills and thrills and girls and whirls, all drink no think and being so terribly happy.
If only there was more.
He’d like it even better then. He’s never going to be satisfied. He could always take more pills, have another drink, kiss another girl. Get more people round, crank the volume louder, just more.
More fun and more stuff. Everything is better if there’s more. He wants to get even higher and even drunker.
He’s thinking that as he stumbles sideways and gets shoved wrong, goes tumbling backwards over his own feet, slams out through a glass window and falls, falls, falls.
He can’t be hurt too bad, is his last thought, because otherwise there wouldn’t be so much shrieking laughter.
He passes out.
Title: Wrath
Character: Jal
Word Count: 145
Setting: Anytime pre S2.
Summ.: Jal allows herself to think about a secret. Implications that Jal has anger issues.
She knows she’s not perfect.
So when Michelle snaps it at her, bitchy and hard and cold, her jaw clenches of it’s own accord.
Of course she’s not fucking perfect.
She’s angry. She’s angry, like this, all the time. Beneath the surface, bubbling, boiling, red hot and then icy cold. Switching, fickle, deep as the sky and then shallow as her breathing.
Of course she’s not fucking perfect, you moron.
She’s always sarcastic, always saying no, always refusing and snappy and bitchy and angry. She doesn’t like you, Michelle, she doesn’t like your stupid arrogant boyfriend, she doesn’t like Anwar being pathetically religious when it’s obvious he just hates that stupid gay slut.
The only one she likes is Chris.
And she hates him more than most, most of the time.
She laughs, and grins at Michelle, offers a rueful apology.
Anger issues.
Fucking bitch.
Title: Lust
Character: Tony
Word Count: 200
Setting: Uh, between episodes six and seven of Season One.
Summ.: Tony sees girls, Michelle isn't there, Maxxie is fun to confuse. Slashy for about one sentence, because Tony is gay/straight, hetroflexible, metrosexul, anything you wanna call it.
He smiles at the girl across the room, letting his eyes burn on hers, and she turns to whisper something to her friend.
Michelle should be here.
She’s not.
Which means, he figures, he’s a free agent.
It wouldn’t take much to get up from his seat, walk over there, introduce himself, smile. He knows her type. She’d sleep with him tonight, she’d hang on his every call for months.
Michelle isn’t here, and that girl is hot, and he’s kinda bored.
He’s been chastised before for it. Too much lust, too much want, too much promiscuity.
But, hell, he likes it.
What’s not to like about physical pleasure? What’s wrong with feeling good and making someone else feel good too? All this feeling stuff. That doesn’t need to be a part of it. He can fuck around with people, he can do whatever he wants. They’re something. Something unconnected and different. Doesn’t matter.
The chair beside him scrapes and Maxxie slides down. “Sorry, Michelle couldn’t-”
He cuts him off with an open-mouth kiss, hands on his face and down his chest, on his hip.
He casts a glance at the girls across the room when he’s done, and winks.
Title: Sloth
Character: Maxxie.
Word Count: 340
Setting: Random times.
Summ.: When he doesn't want to get up after a party. Slashy undertones, if you're obsessed like me.
It is one of the things he doesn’t like about himself, he reflects with his head buried in the crook of his arm.
He knows he’s waking up. Hell, maybe he’s even awake.
But he’s not gonna move.
“Maxxie…”
Jal’s voice is soft and gentle, but he groans and squeezes his eyes tighter, shifting and turning away from her on the couch.
“Maxxie?”
He doesn’t move. He hears her sigh and mutter something to herself, before her footsteps fade out.
His mouth tastes bitter and he really would like to brush his teeth. But his head hurts, and he’s tired, and the light is just too bright.
“Maxxie, for fuck’s sake.” He hears a growled complaint at him. Tony.
He thinks about finding the energy to flip him off. But he really can’t spare it.
“Get the fuck up, everyone’s gone, the parents are gonna be back soon.”
Maxxie grumbles angrily. “G’way.”
Something hits his back. Hard.
He licks his lips and rolls over so his face is buried in the cushions. He can sort of still breathe.
“Right.”
He vaguely registers Tony’s footsteps heading towards him, and then he stops being awake-pretending-to-sleep and becomes awake-oh-my-god as Tony grabs his legs and attempts to pull him backwards off the sofa.
The results of his new shrieks and flailing means he ends up on the floor.
Which he’s okay with, really, he thinks dozily. He starts to fall asleep again when Tony sighs, bends over and picks him up, slinging him over his shoulder.
“We’re out,” he calls, and Maxxie weakly hits him on the back, signing that he can’t fall asleep if Tony insists on dragging him around upside down.
“Sorry, princess,” Tony mutters sarcastically and half pulls him around, one arm under his bent knees and the other on his back, Maxxie’s arms helplessly wrapped around his neck.
Tony watches in a bemused amazement as Maxxie falls back asleep in his arms, and continues to carry him out the house, and then back down the street and home again.
Yeah, Maxxie kinda gets off easy on his, because he's my favourite.
Hope the cuts worked. O.o
Might sleep now.
*passes out*