@gareththegreat asked;   can you stitch me up ? - for eddie    // ↪  𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺 .   (  a  collection  of  100+ question prompts .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . )  

Eddie's eyes bug out, leaving him barely capable of much more than a hiss to show for his sympathy as he stares at his friend’s frankly fucking alarming wounds. Part of him wants to comment about how metal the scars are going to be later, but he reigns in it.

"CHRIST... looks like Cujo didn’t mess around. Hold still," he gingerly pats Gareth's knee a couple times as he reaches over for the roll of gauze to his left, and a couple hand towels from the basket near the sink. "It's just a precaution," and he says it, sure, but he barely believes himself as he turns back and pales once he gets a clearer look at the damage. "Just, bite down on this, alright?" he offers Gareth one of the flimsy cloths, breathes through his nose like he’s the one being nursed to health or something.

"It's gonna sting like a bitch so... don't say i didn't warn ya." and with no preamble he takes the other piece of cloth he soaked in antiseptic and presses it into the wound. (he braces himself for the following scream he almost expects.)

@misscrcft​​

“Some things never change.” Alice quietly muttered towards herself while boots quietly clacked against old wooden floor boards. The woman had managed to sneak her way into an old library, closed too the public, and into the restricted sections. Long ago, this place was familiar too her. A great many years have come and gone since then, when her family had access too such places. But in this modern era, everything was so carefully hidden and locked away. Perhaps a bit wise on some parts, but foolish on others, as it made learning far harder, and those whom do not learn of the past are doomed to repeat it. Or so the saying goes, at any rate...

The lights were dim in here, just a few lit. Automatic ones now. Sunlight streaming in through windows revealing the vibrant sunset. This old London library held so much, and yet there was little time. Alice risked being found here, and she would much rather avoid an altercation. It was just one archive she wanted to try and find, a historical old tome on old legends and castles. Something that she realized far too late in her years ages ago, how much she needed to read it again with a new found clarity. Wonderland never did give her easy answers, a part of her mind or not...

Her foot steps paused, boots going silent as she furrowed her brows. While she remembered this place well, some things had changed, organization features had shifted. This would take time.

Closed RP for @truly-quirkless

Hizashi walked into the teachers lounge and pulled out his hearing-aids, setting them on his desk before starting to rub his fist on his sternum as he walked over to the drink station to start making himself some tea, not noticing/ not paying attention to anybody in the lounge as he started rocking from his toes to his heels.

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daryl had known it was only a matter of time before someone found him, a slight exhale escaping him -- blue gaze shifting over toward the hunter, meeting blue eyes lighter than his own. ❝ it ain't that bad, ❞ he argues instinctively, before chewing at his lower lip - a low sigh escaping him a moment later, moving his vest and shirt out of the way so chris can see the gash on his side.

@prxtectors

continued from here !

stiles is just rounding the corner onto their street , when he's SIMULTANEOUSLY blindsided by that twin bond and seeing mitch walking down the sidewalk . the human slams on his brakes , roscoe screeching to a halt with a sound that mitch probably knows just as well as stiles or noah does ---- even when their mother had driven the jeep before it was passed to stiles , the brakes had always been noisy .

stiles has to blink several times to make sure he's not imagining things ---- or maybe ASLEEP . he pulls the jeep over enough to not worry about it getting hit by another car should one come down the street , before he's stumbling out of the jeep - round the front of it where his footsteps slow as he gets closer to mitch , fingers shaking a little . there's so many things that run through his head at the same time ----

where the fuck have you been ? we thought you got killed . why haven't you called ? written ? i MISSED you .

❝ . . . mitch ? ❞

@all-that-is-youtiful-and-void

open to mutuals

if he hadn't asked them to come with, to hold him accountable, he wouldn't have gone. and, really, he needs to go. he hasn't gone in a month now and his skin itches with need. this is the longest he's been sober in.. he doesn't want to admit how long. but this time of year was always hard, this time of year always makes his insides feel like they're being swarmed with fire ants. the only thing that slows them down is the high that floods his veins. he knows he'll go back to it eventually, but for now it felt good to be proud of something.

"so.." he starts, twirling his straw in the milkshake that sat before him. he can't look them in the eyes, almost embarrassed to have laid everything on the table like that. but the only way to get rid of the stinking rot in his chest was to get it out, pull it out of his chest with every word that fell out of his mouth. "now you know like, most of the bad things that happened to me." he gives them a weak smile, running a hand over his buzzed hair. "are we like, cool still?"

@stcllata : “Oh. Didn’t you get the memo? This is my favourite spot.” [ from theo. ]

" I take it I am interrupting something then? " He needed a place to rest even if it was just for a few moments. After walking all day, out of choice on this occasion, his thighs ached and he only had half of his water left - after a short break he'd start his walk home.

Even if it was this guy's favourite spot he didn't see anywhere else to sit - his mind was already made up so he sat and got himself comfortable. " It is polite to share and if I do not sign my legs will give way from underneath me. "

think about. and it's au where miguel ended up as miles mentor instead of Peter B

hands rub over his face , a soft yawn escaping the australian before he's pushing a hand through his hair - shaking his head to get himself to focus . ❝ c'mon , man ---- get it together , you've pulled overnighters before . ❞

@sovrumana

@scarednotscary asked:  ❛ you left like i was never a reason to stay. ❜  - For Eddie~ // 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 

they’re parked somewhere near the quarry, settled under a blanket that’s covered in snacks and books and whatever else their little hearts desired for the trek up here. on top of that-- he made a couple decent sized blunts for the both of them. chrissy had an extra rigorous cheer practice earlier that nearly took her out-- and eddie? well-- he still had a slight headache from the near nightmare that him and his sheep’s game was. it was a one shot: shouldn’t have been anything crazy, but one little slip up almost caused the whole party to go down. if it wasn’t for sinclair’s quick thinking getting them all out of the mud-- they might not have made it out alive. 

but, nothing a little bit of recreational drugs wouldn’t patch right up, he figures as he passes the lighter her way and takes another drag. it’s nice, calm, still giggly from some inside joke they shared from before. and eddie figures that’s it. that after some idle small talk about the assembly he barely attended today that that would be the end of it, never to be brought up again.

(in hindsight he figures maybe he should know by now not to tempt fate like that.) it’s quiet for a good while, after she tells him. drops it on the metalhead like it doesn’t shatter him all the way down into the deep recesses of his chest the way she says it: among the noise of crickets and croaks and whatever other woodland creatures might decide to make themselves an audience for the night.

if he’s perfectly honest-- he’s not sure what brought this on. but he figures he owes her his attention at the very least, so he straightens up and releases the last bit of smoke from his lips, “uh, you’ll have to forgive me cunningham. not exactly in top shape right now, so m’sort of scramblin’ here,” he tries for a joke, even if he winces feeling like it’s already fallen flat. “sorry. uh, whatever it is-- i’ll make it right--”

@mysteriouslyhopefulstranger​

“You again.”

It was becoming a repeating event, coming across the other at random moments. By this point, Alice had become a bit more accustomed too the idea that perhaps when she came through this side of a stray mirror near this section of the world, it would simply be a higher chance of seeing this individual. At least now, she hadn’t spooked the other woman. 

“Seems we’ve made this a recurring happenstance.”

‘Even in trying to save her, you will doom her. Love is the poison you carry in your veins and destruction is all you are capable of, so why not make a spectacle of it.’

Catherine, All We Are is Memories.

open to mutuals

it's early in the morning, the sun shining in his window as he creeps into the bedroom. he hadn't been able to sleep once the clock struck four in the morning, but he didn't want to wake the other in his bed, not just yet. they were kind of cute when they're sleeping, and he would feel way too bad to make them stir when they're resting so well. it's when he's coming back to the bedroom again he trips over his own feet, falling into the door loud enough it slams open, hitting the wall. "fuck!" he sees them starting to stir. "shit, sorry, i---" he gives them a sheepish grin and holds up a bag. "i brought you breakfast?"

@feralreason || Call

— "Two scoops of cake batter, please!" Honestly, Parker loved coming to this shop for ice cream once a week, specifically for the cake batter flavor. She couldn't get enough of it, they had to be putting something in it! That's the only explanation!

— A minute or so passes, and Parker is the only customer in the building, eating his cone with a big grin across his face. Though, the sound of the door draws his attention, the bell dinging louder than the quiet music that played.

— Was that... Gosh, putting names to faces was always hard... Hopefully, whoever they were, they'd recognize her! Hopefully...

( have a feral kai )

   ❝ uh . . . nice kitty ? ❞

@sovrumana

❝ aye , that migh' be the stupidest thing i've heard today , ❞ the irishman hums , leaned against the counter of the bar ---- sipping at the beer he has in his hand , bright blues shifting over to the other as he watches them .