ANOTHER LOST CHILD.

IND. MULTI-MUSE. private, selective and mutuals only. written by charlie. previously lupuscore.

[boybitten]

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[fromache]

do i leave scott here or give him his own blog........

[samwinchesterblog]

2x21, “All Hell Breaks Loose Part One” (requested by anonymous)

[fromache]

[stilesedit]

“I’m fine.” (requested by anonymous)

[fromache]

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.” for stiles!!

meme.   @prodigil

❝     wait seriously?   i hadn’t fucking noticed.   i thought maybe the stabbing pain in my side was just indigestion.   you a doctor or something,  big guy?   ❞     the harshness of his tone is probably unnecessary,   but more often than not,  he goes straight on the defence.    every other conversation with him seems to be more like a verbal knife fight,   someone always coming away bleeding.   it’s been that way for a while now   (oh,  dear boy,  who taught you that your tongue had to be a weapon?   who taught you that you were always at war?)   

he glances toward sam,  biting the inside of his cheek as his eyes wander over the scars on sam’s cheek,  across the one through his brow and   ———   he looks so human.   something stiles doesn’t see as much anymore.  most of his friends and enemies are healed within minutes,  and at most hours but—  but not stiles,   and not sam.   there’s something about that,  that makes stiles unclench his fists,  just a little,   the tenseness fades from his wrists.   that doesn’t mean his defence is down   (it rarely is these days.   maybe that’s why he can’t sleep at night,  maybe that’s why he can never breathe easy)  but he softens a little,   eyes flickering away from sam’s face so he doesn’t become too obvious.

❝     i’ve had worse.  i’ll be fine.   ❞     he takes a moment to take a few deep breaths,   to calm himself so the pain doesn’t feel so overwhelming.    inhale.   he’s not a werewolf,   but he’s not weak,  he’s not going to die from a few broken bones.   exhale.    he needs to stand up.   inhale.   he has to stand up.  exhale.   

a hand raises to the table beside him,   gripping tightly,   weight pushed onto it as he forces himself up,   legs straining as he finally manages to push himself to standing,  body screaming with pain which shows in the way his features screw up,   grimace undeniable.   but once he’s standing,   he looks up,   shooting a half hearted smile,   shrugging slightly   (and then regretting that instantly when another wave of pain hits him).

❝    see?   i’m fine.  i’m good.   ❞

[fromache]

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’ from malia to stiles

meme.   @fatalles

she is the first girl he truly loved.    there was lydia,   who will always be important to him,   but that was never love.   more obsession,   more infatuation.   he adored the idea of her,   and sometimes,   almost her.  but never quite her.   but then there was malia.   malia,   who was all claws,   all instinct,   all blunt honesty and god,  stiles—   he really did love her.   he loved her so much he lied to her,   he loved her so much he hid things from her,  till she found out and then  —  then she came back.    he will never think he deserved that second chance but for a while,  he treasured it,  because he had her back,  because he was better with her and sometimes he thought maybe he was the same for her.   but then  …

then donovan happened.   and donovan ruined everything.   just like theo wanted it to.   but stiles is the one who broke up with her,   stiles is the one who left.   i’d never leave you behind,   he promised,   but where was that when he climbed out of the car?   where was that when he broke her heart?

there are a long list of things stiles stilinski will never forgive himself for,   and hurting malia is pretty high up there.   because even though he justifies it to himself over and over when the moon hangs high in the sky,   it doesn’t matter that he tells himself   she’s better off without you,   over and over,   every time his mind thinks about asking for another chance,   it was his choice to get out of the car,   it was his choice to run.   running from her because what?   because she loved him so much she didn’t care about the fact he was a killer?  because she understood that bad things happen and that they shouldn’t define people?    isn’t that what he tried to help her learn? 

what a fucking hypocrite he became as he stepped out of the car,   what a lying coward he turned out to be.

❝     i know.   ❞     he says quietly,   because he has to say something,   even though in moments like this where words are needed—  he never quite has the right ones.    ❝    i’d understand if you hate me,  you know.   you have every right to.    ❞     it’s okay,   i hate me too.    

❝    you deserved better.   ❞ 

[fromache]

bleached haired lesbian says hi

[theiceberglounge]

[fromache]

also fyi: forgot to add it to my rules here but i don’t write / follow people who write k/ate arg/ent or erica re/yes.

[inanotherunivrse]

In another universe, I am a better person

[fromache]

me: writes one thing me: Oh i don’t know how to write now i remember

[fromache]

‘are you still alive?’ cora @ stiles.

meme.   @venoar.   accepting.

❝     you know i know you can hear my heartbeat,  right?   or did you forget you’re a werewolf?   i can imagine that’s pretty hard to do.   props to you if you managed that.   ❞     

he’s still alive.  sadly.   but that doesn’t mean he’s not pretty badly.   he’s still annoyingly human and still unable to heal from wounds anywhere near as quick as his were-friends are able to.   unlike them,   he has to receive actual medical treatment every time he gets hurt on one of their monster hunting adventures.  whether that medical treatment is an actual doctor or nurse or stiles sitting in his own room with a first aid kit trying to sew himself up with trembling hands is irrelevant.   it’s still medical help.

long pale fingers are pressed against his now ruined over shirt that’s applying pressure to a bloody wound on his stomach,   attempting to hopefully stop the bleeding so he doesn’t actually die here.   though,  that doesn’t sound that bad.   there’s worse ways to go.   like drowning,   like being burned alive,   like——   alright,   not helping.   he should focus on actually helpful things.  not on the various painful ways to die.    he sighs,   shifting a little in his spot,   pressing the shirt harder against the injury.   thankfully,   they’re just from the claws of a beta,   not an alpha.  he so can’t deal with becoming a werewolf right now,  his life is as stressful enough as it is.   

he’ll take the question as her very hale way of asking if he’s okay,   even if that’s not her intention.   god,  do these guys have something against acting like they care?   are they all subscribed to emotional constipation weekly?

❝     i’m alive.   currently wishing i wasn’t,  but i’m fine.     ❞    stiles inhales deeply,  wincing at the pain that shoots through his body at the movement.   god,   fuck his life.   ❝    can you just like   ———   smother me or something before scott gets here?   that would solve a lot of my problems.    ❞ 

[fromache]

*kisses scott right on the nose*

the action instantly makes a grin tug at scott’s lips,   one that’s all softness and adoration.   warm hand moving up to cup her jaw as he returns a quick smooch onto her nose,  before dropping one onto her left cheek,  then her right,  then her forehead before kissing just at the corner of her lips.    

❝     i love you,  you know.   ❞   he leans back a little,  nudging the tip of his nose against hers, forehead leaning gently against hers.    ❝     so much.   ❞ 

[fromache]

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[fossaed]

THE RADIO DEPT SENTENCE PROMPTS

i.   lyrics taken from various songs by the radio dept. adjust as necessary.

❝  stick around for as long as you like.  ❞

❝  why won’t you talk about it?  ❞

❝  i don’t know how you want it.  ❞

❝  i want something that i can’t have.  ❞

❝  nothing happens around here anymore.  ❞

❝  is this what you want?  ❞

❝  you think you know someone, right?  ❞

❝  i wanted you to feel the same.  ❞

❝  he can’t forget you.  ❞

❝  you’re quite a find.  ❞

❝  he’s got the worst taste in music.  ❞

❝  you won’t miss out on much.  ❞

❝  just don’t make me responsible this time.  ❞

❝  it’s not my fault if you don’t change your mind.  ❞

❝  show me a weakness if you dare.  ❞

❝  it’s always a relief to see you again.  ❞

❝  it seems like everyone is on your side.  ❞

❝  they don’t matter to me, it’s for us.  ❞

❝  do i love you? yes, i love you.  ❞

❝  i’m just scared to lose you.  ❞

❝  you stopped making sense.  ❞

❝  if we want it, we’ll have to take it from the overfed.  ❞

❝  don’t wake me up, i’m not even here.  ❞

❝  just give it to me straight.  ❞

❝  baby you’re so good at it.  ❞

❝  teach me to forget.  ❞

❝  it amazes me how much i want you.  ❞

❝  look, i really can’t pull this off. not this time.  ❞

❝  i don’t care for one night stands.  ❞

[draumers]

a softer world sentence starters.

❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜ 

❛ how do you say goodbye to someone who was never there? ❜

❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜

❛ there are some people who believe a photo captures their soul. ❜

❛ if you love something let it go. ❜

❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜

❛ there are some secrets i will take to my grave, but i don’t want loving you to be one of them. ❜

❛ you can still back out before anyone gets hurt. ❜

❛ i said i’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. i guess that’s my problem. ❜

❛ kindness won’t save anyone. ❜

❛ for a long time i thought i deserved better. but the truth is we both deserve better than this. ❜

❛ i wish there was a word that meant “goodbye” for someone who was already gone. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜

❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜

❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜

❛ love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid. ❜

❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜

❛ i wish i had a dollar for every dollar’s worth of work i did. ❜

❛ we are empty inside and hollow. hoping something sweet will make its nest in us. ❜

❛ we’re too far from help. ❜

❛ monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid. ❜

❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜ 

❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜

❛ they always trust me to be someone who i don’t even want to be. ❜

❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜

❛ you are never here. you are always almost there. ❜

❛ you and me will die the way we lived, telling ourselves stories to make it mean something. ❜