#onthestarsandsky

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CLOSED STARTER | @onthestarsandsky​

Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound of the clock in the very corner of the room was the only sound Dougie could hear. As well as the tap, tap, tapping of his shoe against the wooden floor as he continued to bob his knee up and down. He couldn’t focus on anything, wished he was anywhere but here. But he promised. He promised he would try and help himself. To get better. Better at what? He often himself asked that same question. Tended to deny that he even had a problem. He’d managed this long with little help, why did he need a support group? He couldn’t see the point in it but because he promised he would, he had to adhere to it. Not that he wanted to. In fact, the mere thought of it made him feel sick to his stomach.  His heart pounded against his chest at a rapid rate, his fingers clutching tightly to the material of his trousers as he tried to steady his breathing pattern. The more people who entered, the smaller that the room felt as if the walls were closing in.

Distractions... Distractions... Dougie needed a distraction. A brief glance at the clock on the wall told him that it was precisely five minutes and maybe 23 seconds until the session began. In an attempt to take his mind off of the dread nestled in the pit of his tummy, to stop his thoughts from spiraling out of control, he turned to face the person in the chair next to him. Forcing a weak smile, he cleared his throat and decided to try and make some sort of conversation. 

“So uh - have you... have you been here before? Or is this.. is - is this your first time too?” The words tumbled out, stammering a few as he tried to control himself from having some form of breakdown in front of the other people here. “Sorry, that’s an er - a...” Dougie choked on his words, looked up at the ceiling as if it would grant him ease, forcing away unshed tears of panic that blurred his vision. “It’s a random question, is what I meant to say,” He breathed out. “Sorry.” He added then, looking down at the floor, his head bowed in... shame? If that was the right word for it. 

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“you’re sure you want this?” dalton looked over the other, biting down on his lower lip. they’d been together for a while, and the other knew that dalton’s a vampire. they’d been talking a while, making plans about spending forever and always together, making plans of what to do for the rest of eternity. it was then that they realised that if they wanted to do that, spend eternity together, the other would have to be turned. it had been just talk at first, because dalton never wanted to turn another... but for them? he’d do what they consented to. “last chance to back out, babe.”

[importantcrusadeblaze]

Yes.

Ben's eyes wander across the room, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards as his heart fills with warmth at the sight of an old friend. He smiles at her, her red hair giving away exactly who she was. Had she regenerated again. "I thought I'd never see you again."

[hackingsodabottles]

@onthestarsandsky mobile starter "Can I help you with something miss?" The red head asked with a warm smile." No offence but you look kinda lost."

[thedemoninsidemyheart]

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Starter for @onthestarsandsky

If Oliver was being honest, he didn’t think the car would stop for him on the roadside in the middle of nowhere. It was early morning and his warm breath hovered as little white clouds in front of his face as he stepped aside to let the car come to a stop, eventually quitting to wave his arms to get some attention. He had been walking for a few hours by now and this was the first car that ever passed by. “Hey”, he said after he carefully opened the door without getting inside, offering the driver a tired smile. “Morning. Can you give me a lift? I need to get to town or you can just drop me at the next gas station.”

[terrascot-archived]

@onthestarsandsky:

Continued from here.

“Buzz, huh? Nah, don’t think I’ll change it anytime soon.” He shifted so that now the pup was sitting comfortably in his lap. “He’s adorable.”

[drprettyboireid-blog]

A Case Involving Time

Spencer stood behind the one way glass and looked in on the woman sitting at a table on the other side. He was relaxed, hands shoved in his pockets, a file wedged between his arm and his body. He wasn’t at all worried. He wasn’t doing an interrogation with a suspect or the unsub- he was simply interviewing a witness. A very key witness, since she had actually seen the killer’s face. She may not know him, but any details she noticed could help.

He picked up a cup of coffee- loaded with sugar for himself- and a cup of water for the woman before entering the room, bumping open the door with his hip. He smiled at her, walking over and setting both cups down on the table. “Hi. Sorry about the wait, we uh, were just raveling up some loose ends.” He said, sliding her the cup of water before setting the file down on the table. He sat down across from her and sipped his coffee. “My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. You are...?”