awful sweet to be a little butterfly

[ex_question191]

WHO: Stiles Stilinski and friends.
WHERE: locations in subject lines.
WHEN: dates in subject lines.
WHAT: A full moon roadtrip with Derek, a near death experience with Bader, an ice-cream experience with Annie, and a visit to Lust's barber shop. Possibly other things, hit me up.
WARNINGS: nah bro.


derek hale. june 13 (backdated). off to the beach.
annie leonhart. june 20. heropa milk bar. i scream, you scream.
bader. june 20. heropa. some twilight shit.
lust. june 25. heropa barber shop. getting buzzed. (link soon)

if we have cr, or are making plans for it, and you want some slice of life actionspam, feel free to toss down a starter here or ask me to write one!

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bader. june 20. heropa. some twilight shit.

[ex_question191]

[ stiles isn't paying attention. ]

[ that's pretty much the long and short of it. he's not looking where he's going as he walks home (so weird, that after a month living in group housing in florida, he's starting to think the word "home".) he doesn't really watch the road before crossing. there's a honk, a screech, he looks up and sees death speeding down at him, and he's thinking goddamn, sure would be nice if i'd learned how to use that teleporting ability— ]

[ next thing he knows? he's pressed right up against a telegraph pole by some chick and a whole lot of dented metal curled around her. stiles' feels sick with how close he just came to being strawberry mush in between the fender and this pole. or tossed over the windshield like a crash dummy. or any other shitty scenario that results in a lot more blood. ]

Oh my god.

[ he's breathless, heart feeling like it's going to beat out his chest, which seems to be clenching tighter like it's making sure to keep it there. panic is careening down the highway of his mind and this time he's gonna get slammed. ]

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Re: bader. june 20. heropa. some twilight shit.

[proteus]

[ This was the decade where cell phones stopped having buttons and the garage bands of the eastern seaboard owned less plaid than she did and sang about how you only live once and 'turning up.' Bader was so far out of her element it wasn't just the car wreck that put that unfocused look in her eyes. Still nice to know teenagers just stupid enough to walk into open traffic without looking either way made it into this decade.

She ran the backside of the olive drab jacket she pulled from Goodwill over the side of her face to clean up the little bits of asphalt digging in her skin. There was a windshield wiper. A fucking windshield wiper just jutting out where her kidney should be feeling that. If she had any blood in her she would have blanched, but instead just grimaced before yanking it out. ]

Jesus shit I didn't need this- ah fuck.

[ Her organs are in entropy but she is convinced one her kidneys just switched places with a lung. Everything else was in working order, but maybe she should worry about the ringing in her ear. Staggering off the road she tries to look cool in the face of a teenager who looks about ready to have a mental breakdown ]

You bleeding?