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Post by Aryana Lawrence on Jun 8, 2019 18:49:23 GMT -5
Prompt Number 57: “Is that my shirt?”
No one had ever accused her of being a romantic. She wasn't one, to be fully honest. Oh, she loved being shown that she was cared about and loved romantic gestures when her girlfriend did them, but all in all, they weren't really her thing. So, when Elizabeth went to visit her family on a long weekend and Aryana couldn't go along because she had work she hadn't thought much of it.
The thing was though, that the apartment - a one bedroom that they'd moved into together, felt empty. And the bed felt empty. And Aryana missed the other girl, though her texts did not say much more than that in terms of how she was actually feeling.
And so, after the first night she found herself doing something that she'd never imagined that she'd do. She pulled one of Elizabeth's t-shirts from the laundry and wore it to sleep. It was not a flattering item of clothing, but it was comfortable and made her think of the blonde. So, she wore it again the night after, when she crawled into bed a little after 4 AM after a night out with friends.
That was how Elizabeth found her at 10 AM on Monday morning. A blanket half off of her, legs bare and dark with the sun that she'd been soaking up since summer started. Seeing her there, laying in her shirt - so far outside the style of clothing that she'd ever willingly wear out into the world couldn't help but make her smile as she moved over to the bed.
Aryana's blue eyes opened slowly and found her. "I thought you were coming back late today," she said, her voice still thick with sleep.
"I got up early," Elizabeth shrugged, as if it was just a foregone conclusion that she'd make the drive back early as well. "Is that my shirt?"
At this Ary's eyes closed. "Not as fun to sleep nude without someone to admire you," she answered with a yawn, brushing off any implications.
The blonde smiled as she took in the features of her girlfriend. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that this beautiful woman wanted to be called hers and yet, she was so happy that she did. "It looks good on you," she offered, brushing a coil of curls away from the other woman's face.
"I can make anything look good," she replied, a touch of arrogance coloring her tone. But then, was it arrogant if it was the truth? Maybe not.
That was why Elizabeth chuckled and leaned forward to capture a soft kiss from her girlfriend. "Of course you can."
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Post by Matthew Steele on Jun 8, 2019 18:50:42 GMT -5
Prompt 16 “I didn’t know you could sing”
It was a fairly typical day for Matthew, he had a car that he was going to be working on today. So that meant a day in the garage and he was very excited about it, truth be told. It'd been a couple of weeks since he'd had anything really challenging to fix and he missed it - the puzzle of figuring out what was wrong and how to fix it. And it was easy to lose himself into a good project.
So easy, that he forgot that he was supposed to be meeting with his fairly new girlfriend, Mia. Not that he forgot about their meet up, but more that he forgot about keeping an eye on the time. While he worked, he listened to music and since he was alone in the garage, he allowed himself to sing along.
Singing wasn't something that he'd ever considered himself good at. Especially not with the family that he had - mom and Isabella and Lily all had incredible voices, had or could have, trained at the Academy. Noah and dad also had great voices too, so he'd never felt comfortable with his own voice. It was below average when he had been younger and probably a little above it now a days. Either way, his singing was reserved for church and empty garages.
He didn't plan on changing that. Due to this negligence with keeping track of time, however, it wasn't his choice. He was singing along to a song on the radio, working under the car to finish it up without a care in the world. When he slid out from under the car, he saw Mia standing in the doorway and looking at him with interest.
"I didn't know you could sing," she said, looking at him in a way that indicated that she was impressed.
He blushed, a light pink appearing across his face. "I can't, really. Everyone else in the family is musically inclined. I'm the mechanical one," he explained, reaching for a rag to wipe his hands off. "I'm sorry that I lost track of time. I'll go get cleaned up."
"It's okay," she replied, honestly seeming unbothered by it. "I know how it is to get lost in your work. But, you can sing. You've got a nice voice."
He knew better than to argue, but he did duck his head slightly as a light smile crossed his features. "Thanks," he answered, though he still knew he'd never hold a candle to anyone else - save maybe Kelsey but she could not sing for whatever reason.
She walked over to him, standing on her toes so that she could press a kiss against his lips. He didn't touch her, still covered in grease and not wanting to get her clothing dirty, but he kissed her back. And when she pulled back he couldn't help the smile that spread across his features.
"Give me a minute to clean up and we can get going," he told her.
"I guess grease hands would be bad for eating, so go ahead," she teased him, heading out of the garage and into the house and he followed, after closing the hood of the car and turning off the music on the old radio in the garage, leaving it in silence as he went to get ready for his date.
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Post by Alyssa Travers on Jun 8, 2019 19:41:51 GMT -5
Prompt Number 42: “Give me attention.”
Mackenzie was busy, her attention taken into the text book in front of her as she wrote down meticulous notes. She only had a few pages left to go before she'd be finished for tonight. Well, with her homework for her economics class, anyway.
Her girlfriend, never one for respecting the silence of a work space, had been working separately from her on her own homework - a playlist of music blasting through her headphones, loud enough that Mackenzie had warned her that she should turn it down. She should have known when that happened it would not mean what she wanted it to mean.
"Give me attention." It was spoken as a demand, as many things were with the dancer she was dating.
She didn't bother looking up from her page. "I'm almost done," she assured the brunette.
"Kenzie." The voice came out in the same demanding way, with a bit of a whine attached as she came over to the chair she was sitting in and took a seat on the table, right in front of the work that she was doing. "Give me attention."
Knowing that she'd only get more frustrated if she didn't acknowledge her properly, she looked up and saw her girlfriend looking at her in that determined way that she got about her. "The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can." She wasn't great at saying no to her, but she did have important work to do and she always tried to keep Alyssa aware of that.
Of course, once Alyssa set her mind to something it was set and she huffed as Mackenzie turned back to her notepad. Said notepad was quickly obscured, a black tank top covering it. "Alyssa-" There was a lace bra put on top of the top before she even finished speaking her name. Her now topless girlfriend leaned a bit closer.
"Give me attention," she demanded, her fingers trailing down from her neck and in between her breasts. She was looking at her from underneath her eyelashes, in that way that she did, sending a shiver through her own body. The dancer moved over, taking her face between her manicured hands and brushing a strand of her long, dark hair out of the way. "I'm in need of some attention," she insisted, moving to brush her lips against her jawline. "Rather urgently, even."
If someone thought that she gave into Alyssa too easily normally, there was nothing that compared to how easily she gave into her when she was doing things like this. So, she couldn't help but lean forward to capture the brunette's lips in a kiss. She'd just have to finish up that homework a bit later.
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Post by Brendon Clarke on Jun 8, 2019 19:55:32 GMT -5
Prompt 29: “Why are you awake?”
The early morning sunlight had woken him much before he actually wanted to be awake. Well, much sooner than he'd expected considering how late he'd been up the night before, anyway. He was face to face with Lacie, so his eyes fell on her before anything else and he couldn't help but smile slightly as he looked at her. His eyes took in her full lips, the same ones he'd kissed so thoroughly the night before. They followed the gentle curve of her nose, made it to her closed eyes where dark lashes rested against her cheek. Her hair was sprewn about her, silky strands laying aginst the pillow and her bare shoulder and along her neck. It didn't cover the dark mark that he'd made the night before, the one he'd told Lacie he certainly was not going to leave.
Oh well, she'd cover it up, or she wouldn't. They still had two full days in Sydney before she boarded a plane back to Maui. He wasn't going to apologize for making the most of that time. Nor did he think that she would want him to.
As she laid there, he couldn't help but take her in. Drink in the sight of her before he couldn't do it any longer. Slowly, his hand moved to her arm, brushing along the soft skin with the back of his fingers. He trailed them up to her face, tracing the delicate features there as he kept his eyes on her.
She didn't open her eyes but she did twitch under his attention. "Why are you awake?" she demanded, her voice low and groggy as her hand reached to swat his away. She was not a morning person.
"Decided to stop dreaming about you and deal with the real thing," he answered, his voice light and teasing as he moved his hand down to her waist and pulled her closer.
"Well keep your dealing to looking and let me sleep," she responded, sighing and yawning. Her brown eyes didn't open as she told him off.
He grinned and leaned forward, pressing his lips against her neck and gently sucking at one of the weaker spots. He felt her body tense underneath his, her hand grip to his shoulder and her head tilt back so that he had better access to the skin there. "I can make it worth your while not to," he offered, pulling away before he could leave another mark - he didn't really want to have her upset with him. His lips trailed to a different weaker spot to taunt, using his tongue and teeth on the sensitive skin.
"Yeah, sure," she answered, though her voice was a touch less grouchy and he found feel the way that she shifted into him slightly. His hand moved from her hip, up toward her chest and gently massaged at her sensitive skin, causing her back to arch slightly and press closer into his touch.
"Unless," he continued, his lips moving up her neck and across her jawline up to her ear. They brushed against it as he spoke. "You'd rather I stopped."
"Well, I'm awake now," she answered with a sigh, as if she wasn't happy that was the case. He could tell that wasn't the case though and so he nibbled on her ear and smiled against it when her fingers wove into his hair. Being awake early wasn't always a bad thing, it seemed.
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Post by Porter Clarke on Jun 9, 2019 10:35:15 GMT -5
Prompt 35: “Have you always been this beautiful?”
No one wanted to have a sudden stabbing pain in their right abdomen waking them up out of a dead sleep, but that was what happened to Porter early one Tuesday morning. Earlier even than his alarm was set - though just by about twenty minutes. Even so, it was not an ideal situation. However, he did have work to do so he took some medicine and prepared to get to work. The problem was, before he could do so he was overtaken by severe nausea and he ended up vomiting after a quick run to the bathroom.
That was how Jessica found him. She was studying to be a nurse, in her final year of schooling and currently, about five months pregnant. She came over immediately as he was wiping the back of his mouth clean with his hand. "Porter, are you okay?" she asked, pushing some of his hair back and frowning immediately as her fingers touched his skin. Her hand moved to press against his forehead. "You're burning up."
"Must be the flu," he suggested and shook his head. "I'm fine. I'll take something and head to work."
"To work? Porter, you can't go out like this. If it's the flu you're going to be getting sick the rest of the day," she told him. "Is there anything else the matter with you? Any other pains?"
"I'm fine, Jess."
"Answer the question, Porter."
"I guess my stomach hurts," he answered. "Probably because I just vomited."
"Hurts how?"
"I don't know, it's just painful." He didn't get why she had to make such a big deal of this.
She studied him for a moment, her eyes taking in his topless form and noticing that there seemed to be a touch of swelling on the abdomen. She reached forward and pressed down gently on it.
"What are you- bloody hell," he muttered, a sharp pain shooting through when she suddenly moved her hand away.
"Okay, hospital. Now," she demanded, fairly certain that this was much more than a flu. He tried to fight her on it, but that did not work. That was how he ended up in the emergency room and then being examined and finally being wheeled back into surgery so that they could remove his appendix. He called out of work, obviously. And was put under
He woke up later, feeling groggy and a bit confused. It was bright wherever he happened to be, turning his head slightly he saw Jessica sitting in a chair beside his bed. She was on her phone, scrolling through something. Her face was more serious than he usually saw it, but he was struck in the moment that this beautiful woman was his girlfriend. There was something about her, sitting there, that just didn't really compute with his brain. Her blue eyes were so bright and her hair framed her face in a way that just made him want to pull her in and kiss her lips. Maybe it was the medicine speaking, but she seemed more beautiful in the moment than he could remember.
"Have you always been this beautiful?" he asked quietly, his voice coming out slowly and a bit slurred at the end.
She looked up and saw that he was awake, smiling and shaking her head as she leaned forward to press a kiss against his cheek. "Good to see that you're awake," she commented. "And that they properly medicated you."
His hand moved, slowly, to brush some of her hair out of her face as he looked up at her. A full smile - the rare kind - lit up his face as he looked at her. "You didn't answer," he said.
"It didn't seem like it required an answer," she said, though she smiled back at him.
"You look more beautiful than I remember," he continued. His glance fell to her belly, where their future child was currently in the midst of growing. "I hope the baby is as beautiful as you are."
She grinned at her boyfriend, who was clearly still very medicated and leaned forward to press a light kiss against his lips. "I'll enjoy this while it lasts," she teased. And she would, because she knew once it wore off he'd be back to normal.
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Post by Holly Hale on Jun 9, 2019 11:08:22 GMT -5
Prompt 50: “What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”
It had been one week since one of Holly's best friends, Milo Parker, had died. He hadn't been sick, no one had seen it coming. He'd just, had a heart attack in his sleep and didn't wake up the next morning. She'd known Milo since she was 14 years old, and his loss was hard. What was harder though, was that every time she closed her eyes to go to sleep she started having nightmares. She found herself in Taylor's shoes in these nightmares, waking up to Tyler dead next to her.
Every morning she woke up crying, shivering and feeling extremely nauseated. She left the bed and went to the bathroom, trying to keep her fears from Tyler. He knew, of course, he wasn't stupid and they'd been together for so long that it was no surprise that he'd pick up that something was wrong. It seemed that he thought it was just to do with Milo's loss.
And she was grieving for one of her best friends, no doubt about it. She was struck at times by how awful it was that she'd never said goodbye - that she'd flipped him off as a way of leaving the last time they had dinner together and he'd made a joke about not forgetting the Viagra as she and Tyler left. She'd see his favorite snack or hear his favorite song and it'd bring back the pain all over again, but that wasn't what was causing the nightmares.
So when she woke again, panicked and worrying that Tyler was going to be cold beside her she had to force her breathing to calm down and she went to go to the bathroom to splash some water on her face.
A hand reached out to stop her though, grabbing onto her arm. "Holly, honey," he spoke, fully awake. "I think we need to talk. You can't keep doing this to yourself every day. I could refer you to a grief counselor. I know it's hard, remembering he's gone every day but..."
She looked at him, at the dark shape that was his body in the night. "Ty," she spoke, her voice breaking. "This... my dreams aren't about Milo."
Even in the dark, she knew that he was looking at her in a confused way. There was a beat of silence before he seemed to realize what was happening. "Oh. Holly. I'm here."
"But what if..." her voice cracked and tears fell down her face as she was faced with the possibility again. "What if, one day, I wake up and you don't?" It seemed horrible, forcing the thought into the world and she wanted to take the words back. To untempt fate to doing this to her. She knew that she wouldn't be able to handle it. She saw Taylor somehow managing to keep going, but she wouldn't be able to do the same. She just knew it.
He reached his free hand to turn on the lap next to his bed and sat up, looking at her and wiping away her tears. "Holly, I can't promise that won't happen," he said gently, causing her to sob. It twisted his heart to see her this way. "No one can, but honey, you can't live in fear. You can't. It's not going to change the outcome." He hugged her to him and let her cry into his shoulder, soothing her hair down as he rubbed her back. Later, once she'd calmed down they'd look into finding someone who could help her work through this fear.
For now, he just let her do what she needed to do and hoped that no one else in their friends group would end up having this same situation.
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Post by Felicia Travers on Jun 9, 2019 14:25:47 GMT -5
Prompt 33: “Leave! Me! Alone!”
She was nearing the eight hour mark into labor and to say that she was regretting the choice to ever have a baby, would not be inaccurate. She was in pain, she was drenched in sweat, and she was now in the active pushing portion. It was painful, it was impossible and she was quite certain that she was going to murder someone before it was over.
Nate had been by her side the entire time, coaching her on how to breathe, wiping her forehead with a damp cloth, and bringing her anything that she could want. Still, right now she was very angry about the fact that although he had been a very active part of the making of the daughter she was attempting to bring into the world, he was not the one who had to go through the pain of doing it.
So, as he brought his hand up to push her hair out of her face, she snapped. "Leave! Me! Alone!"
Immediately, his hand moved away and he looked at her in a way that was supposed to be neutral, but it didn't quite manage it. At least he didn't try to offer any explanations.
The doctor told her to push again and she did, though it was so difficult and she was already getting tired and she wished that she'd never even suggested having a baby. Nate offered his hand for her to squeeze and she batted it away. "Nathan, I swear to God, if you touch me again I will punch your stupid fucking face!" She was this close to kicking him out of the room, truth be told. Even his face was making her remember that he was not in pain when she was for something they both wanted.
So, he hovered by the bed as she did the rest of the pushing by squeezing the railings on the bed and letting out a colorful array of swears. Until, finally, little Alyssa Marie was brought into the world and she fell back into the bed, crying with exhaustion. Nate was looking at her as if he wanted to comfort her and she held up her hand. "Do not," she warned him. Even after the baby was presented to her, resting against her chest, she only let him touch their daughter's soft head.
After she'd pressed a few kisses to her dark hair, a patch already covering her scalp, she looked to her husband. "If you ever even suggest making me go through this again, I will cut off your balls," she threatened.
"Noted," he replied with a nod. "We did perfect on the first try anyway, I don't see a reason to repeat it."
She looked down at the sleeping baby, still resting against her chest and smiled slightly. "Yeah, we did," she agreed, happy that they had their daughter but determined never to go through that hellish process ever again.
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Post by Makenna Freeman on Jun 10, 2019 8:16:32 GMT -5
Prompt 8: “You can’t just say you love me and then take it back.”
It was a fairly lazy day for Makenna, one of the rare ones where she wasn't rushing off to practice or working out to keep in shape. It was winter break of her Senior year in high school and she was enjoying spending the day with her boyfriend. They were busy watching movies together in the basement of her childhood home, a trade off of who chose what happening to keep the peace. She was trying to watch anyway, when she felt Justin's eyes on her.
Turning, she looked up at him from the crook of his arm where she was sitting. She met his eyes which were still fixed on him and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" she asked, a bit cautiously. Sometimes it was best not to know what Justin was thinking about, because often times it was stupid.
"I love you," he replied, giving a soft smile and brushing some of her hair over her shoulder.
She wasn't sure that it was where he was originally going with things, but Leslie often told her that she was too suspicious and she was trying to be better about it when it came to her boyfriend. "I love you, too," she replied, knowing that expressing that sentiment was also something that she needed to work on.
He gave her one of those stupid smiles, the one that lit up his face and made her heart feel a little strange - although she was often trying to deny that. He continued to look at her in the same way, though there was something else going through his mind and that much was clear. He looked forward back to the television and she thought that maybe he'd stay silent, so she went ahead and turned back too. A couple of minutes passed and then, "You know, cereal is technically a soup."
There it was. "Goddammit, Justin. I take it back," she groaned, looking at him and wondering why he had to do this.
"You can't just say you love me and then take it back," he replied. "I've already heard it. I've already felt it. It's mine now."
"Well unfeel it," she sighed, shaking her head. "You're being stupid."
"And you love it." Now he was being cheeky.
"Shut up," she groaned, pulling away from him slightly, but his arm slipped down her body to pull her back in.
Then he attacked her face with a series of kisses. "You love me," he grinned, holding her close as she squirmed.
"No, I take it back. It's taken back. You're an idiot," she insisted. And it further dissolved, him trying to convince her to admit that she still loved him, and her telling him that he was an idiot and of course she didn't love him as he pulled her close. Eventually, he was kissing her and she was kissing back and they were wrapped together, with her agreeing that he was an idiot still, but an idiot that she loved.
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Post by Jamie Kostka on Jun 10, 2019 10:22:51 GMT -5
Prompt 43: “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”
It was a warm summer night on the sand in front of their home in Long Beach, a private stretch owned by those who had residences along the Pacific Ocean. There was a bonfire going and Rachel, Felix and Carmen had been drinking beers as they sat around the fire chatting. Then someone, a mixture of Felix and Rachel - of course, decided that they needed to do some beach Olympics.
"It's a bit late for beach Olympics," Jamie pointed out. And everyone a bit drunk - save himself - but that went without saying.
"Don't be such a wet blanket Jamie-boy!" Felix exclaimed, raising his (mostly empty) beer bottle in his direction.
"Yeah, honey, be a beach Olympian with us! We need teams! Boys versus girls!" Rachel was excited and she moved to sit herself in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders loosely, her empty bottle forgotten on the chair that she'd been sitting in. She smelled like alcohol though she wasn't trashed or anything from what he could see.
"Who will keep score?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Who says you can't play and keep score?" Rachel demanded.
"It wouldn't be fair if he did, though," Carmen pointed out, frowning in his direction.
"Yeah, that wouldn't be fair," Jamie agreed with a nod, looking for a way to get out of this.
Felix burst into laughter and Rachel followed suit, most unfortunately. "You? Unfair? To Rachel? Come on now, let's be realistic. He'll be honest about scoring."
And there was no convincing anyone out of it after that. So he ended up on the beach, sighing as he stood next to Felix waiting for their turn to try and throw a frisbee the furthest. They'd already tried to walk on their hands down the shore, did a weird version of soccer with no clear goals, and tried to play a dry land version of chicken that didn't even get off the ground. The frisbee throwing competition somehow had Carmen winning because she flung the thing away from her as if it was a spider she was afraid of. Then someone (Rachel, of course) decided that they needed to do a three legged race and disappeared into the house in search of things that could be used to tie everyone together.
"I'm too sober for this," Jamie sighed, thinking about being tied together with Felix in his current state.
"You don't even drink," Felix pointed out. That much was true, he wasn't the kind that drank. On occasion he'd have a sip of wine or something, but he wasn't a big fan of the taste.
"Maybe I should start," he muttered, thinking about many long years ahead of him where this was going to be a normal happening, he was sure. Felix heard it because he went over and grabbed a beer, opening it up and offering it over. "What the hell," he shrugged, taking it and drinking it.
Felix recorded his face and, later, would post it onto his instagram story so that the world could see the awful face that he made when taking a swig of the beer everyone else had been drinking. He went ahead and downed it though, fully finishing before Rachel came back with a bunch of scarves to tie them together. Which was just as well, he needed to drink to be tied to Felix. They fell face first into the sand, but so did the girls and even though the games ended in a tie it wasn't a bad night.
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Post by Brooke Freeman on Jun 10, 2019 12:22:04 GMT -5
Prompt 41: “I’m done with your bullshit.”
Game nights were a common occurrence for Brooke and Vince. With their family, with their friends, sometimes just the two of them. They were games people. It was something they had in common and they were currently in the midst of playing a game of Risk with Lindsey and Dakota. Well, of continuing a game of Risk with them because it had not finished the last time they were together.
And Brooke, buzzed on hard cider, was quickly losing her hold on her territories. Earlier, she'd had a sort of alliance with Vince, but that crumbled down a while ago and now it was clear that she was the weakest link that everyone was going after. Armies were building in Dakota's territory to the East of her Ontario territory and then Vince went ahead and started to attack her Egypt territory.
"Okay, I'm done with your bullshit," she said, holding up one finger and grabbing her dice to roll and defend her territory. "And I don't appreciate how quickly you turned on me."
"Do I need to bring up the Mario Kart incident of last week?" Vince asked, raising an eyebrow as he rolled his own dice. "That was completely different. You were winning," she waived her hand dismissively as she glanced at what he'd rolled. "Shit." She'd lost and she glowered as he took two of her armies.
"Until I wasn't and you still used your power up against me," he said. That was just one time though and he was still in front of her, so it'd been fair game. "Attack again." He took the dice and tossed them.
"Well I wasn't going to use it against David," she huffed, throwing up her hands in exasperation before rolling too. "But here you are, trying to take my stuff from me."
He rolled higher, taking another three armies. Only one remained now. It was unlikely that she'd be able to keep it now. "Well, that is the object of the game, Brooke. Attack again."
She glared at her husband and rolled the dice as he did the same. He had the advantage and she sunk back into her seat as Vince took her remaining army and replaced it with members of his own. "I'll remember this, Vincent Freeman. Just you wait."
"I'm sure you will, honey," he answered, clearly not worried about whatever it was his wife would do later. But she'd get back at him, next time they played something else. For now she tried to figure out what to do with her remaining territory before she was entirely kicked out of the game.
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Post by Dakota Greve on Jun 10, 2019 12:53:42 GMT -5
Prompt 45: “I know it hurts.”
Dakota sat next to his wife, his hand wrapped around her own as she sat in the chair next to his own, giving a weak smile as the doctor explained that at this point there was little left to do. His hand held hers as tightly as he dared - well aware that she was more fragile now than she'd been in years. She'd been fighting, against a grim diagnosis for a few months now and it seemed that they'd reached the point where it was a matter of either prolonging the inevitable a month or two more, or stopping treatment all together now and letting things take their course. "I'll leave you to talk about it," he said. "You can call me to give me your answer later."
"Thank you, Doctor Philips," Lindsey said, giving her own smile and slowly standing up with the walker that she'd had to use lately. Sometimes she needed a wheelchair, but she didn't like to inconvenience Dakota.
"Thank you," he echoed and slowly made his way out with Lindsey. The silence between the two of them was far from the usual silence. It was filled with the gravity of the situation, hanging in the air until they made it to the car.
The ride home was silent too, filled with only the radio playing, each of them lost in their thoughts. They didn't say anything until they were in their kitchen, sitting together at the table.
"Kota," she started, her voice silent and a bit uncertain. And he knew, he knew that she'd say that she could try. That she could try and go through more treatment that might buy extra time for them. She'd put herself through the pain for him, he knew that.
"Lindsey," he stopped her, reaching forward to put his hand onto her arm. "You don't have to. I won't ask you to." It would be selfish of him to try, to want her to put herself through all the pain that came from going through treatments just so that he could have a little more time with her. "I know it hurts. I know the treatments hurt you and take from you. And I won't ask you to chose that for me."
She looked at him, her brown eyes meeting his hazel ones. She was searching them, trying to see if he was being the selfless one here, trying to spare her pain at the expense of his own. It seemed like he was and she didn't want to hurt him.
He continued before she could speak, knowing what she was going to say. "Of course I want more time with you, Lindsey. I won't try to deny it, but not at your expense," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, though a tremor entered it. "I'm not going to be more ready in a few months than I am right now. I'm always going to want just a little more time with you. Always. But I can't ask you to suffer for me."
Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded, moving to lean against her husband. Her rock. The steady anchor in every storm in her life for the past sixty some odd years. "I'll think about it," she allowed. And he held her close, knowing that however much time he had with her, it wouldn't be enough but he'd stand by her nonetheless.
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Post by Elsie Hale on Jun 10, 2019 14:45:21 GMT -5
Prompt 13: “I’ve never seen eyes the same color as yours”
She was drunk, there was no two ways about it. She and Chloe were drunk, actually. The two of them now communicating between themselves in a series of facial expressions that served to be the main method of sharing their thoughts with the occasional word here and there. Not that they needed to keep quiet, because they were there alone. They'd played a drinking game while watching a terrible movie while having a girls day. Kevin was working and Karen was out with other friends, so they had taken over Karen and Chloe's living room to have snacks and drinks and face masks. Kevin was due to come pick her up after his shift, since she'd walked over to Chloe's place to begin with knowing that they were planning on getting fairly drunk. That much had been successful. Even Karen, who came home fairly drunk, was taken by surprise by how drunk the twins were. They kept looking at each other and laughing, making strange facial expressions that seemed to mean something to one another.
When Kevin came in, Elsie stood up and gave him a wide grin. "That's my doctor man. Here to take me home and then take me at home."
Kevin took a look at her, and a look at Chloe who was high fiving Elsie and shook his head. "Yeah, that's not happening," he informed her.
She looked at him in a surprised way, her head pulling back as she raised an eyebrow. "We'll see about that," she replied, her voice full of determination. She made her way over to him, looking up at him through her eyelashes and moving her hand to try and grab at him.
He quickly grabbed a hold of said hand and sighed a little. "Not in front of Chloe and Karen, Elsie," he told her, speaking in the patient voice that would be used with a child.
"It's not like Chloe doesn't know what happens!" she argued.
"I don't wanna see that!" Chloe called, shaking her head and wrinkling her nose as Karen gave a 'nope' of agreement.
"Ugh, none of you are any fun. Boring Kevin, boring Chloe, boring Karen," Elsie lamented and then gave a deep sigh of her own. "Fine, just take me home." She walked straight out the door, not saying goodbye and not putting on her shoes. Luckily, it was a warm summer evening and she only had pavement to walk to the car waiting in the driveway. "See you later, Chloe, Karen," Kevin responded, grabbing Elsie's shoes, and her bag before making his way out to the car.
Elsie was already buckled in the front seat and she spent the short drive home changing every radio station before it got more than thirty seconds into any particular song. When they arrived, she promptly got out of the car and vomited into the bushes in front of the house. The ride having not helped her stomach at all. Once she was finished, Kevin helped her up and into the house where he helped her get into bed. He went to go and grab her a glass of water but before he could do so, she grabbed a hold of his arm, keeping him with her. "Kev," she said, her voice soft as she looked up at him.
His green eyes met her blue ones and he raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Elsie?" he asked.
She looked at his face, stared into those eyes that were so amazingly green. Light and unlike anything she'd ever seen on anyone else. She loved them, though she rarely told him so. "I've never seen eyes the same color as yours," she said, her tone quiet and with a bit of wonder. "I love them."
A smile pulled at his face and he leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. "Let me get you something to drink," he said, pulling his arm free of her grasp as she sighed and fell back onto her bed. "I'll be back in a minute."
"Fine, fine," she answered, her eyes fluttering closed as soon as he left. Probably drinking half a bottle of rum wasn't the smartest idea she'd ever had, but she couldn't say she had regrets.
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Post by Milo Parker on Jun 11, 2019 14:22:51 GMT -5
Prompt 53: “Please stay with me.”
Milo and Taylor had been left in charge of Kevin while Addie and Connor went out for an evening together. Taylor had been thrilled about the idea of getting to watch the small baby, who was only a few months old. Whenever she got to hold the boy he could see the baby wheels turning in her head, wanting to have a baby of their own.
That was something that he was still coming around to, but he had agreed that they could have children together. Just not right now. Kevin still made him nervous. He was just a... blob of a person. He just spat a lot and slept and cried and was incredibly fragile. Every time Milo held him he was struck by the fear that he would somehow break his best friend's son and everyone would hate him.
Right now, he was laying in a little chair thing that had some soft toys dangling down in front of him and Milo was busy writing on his laptop while Taylor was cooking something in the kitchen. Or she was, until she came out and walked over to him. "I just realized we don't have any lemon juice, so I have to run to the store and pick some up," she told him.
His head shot up and he looked at his girlfriend in a panic. "What? No, I can go to the store."
"Milo, you'll be fine," Taylor said, giving him a soft smile. "It'll just be a few minutes."
"No, please, stay with me," he said, reaching out and grabbing a hold of her hand. "We can do dinner without the lemon juice, I'm sure."
She leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss. "Honey, you can handle him for five minutes. I promise," she said. She looked down at Kevin, who was happily chewing on a soft blanket in his small hand. "Addie wouldn't have left him here if she didn't believe he'd be safe with both of us."
He groaned, throwing a glance to the baby. His light green eyes fixed onto his face, staring at him in the wide innocent way that he knew had to be a front for something. The second Taylor walked out the door, he knew in his heart of hearts that this baby would throw a fit. "Fine, but hurry back." Every minute she was gone would be playing with fire.
"Of course," she answered, moving to give Kevin a small kiss on his forehead. "I'll be back soon. Be good for your Uncle Milo." Kevin gurgled happily to his aunt and she smiled at him before she made her way to the door.
One minute after she left Kevin started fussing and Milo had to change a diaper, sighing the entire time and wondering why babies didn't like him and what he would do when he was expected to look after one full time.
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Post by Zane Harris on Jun 13, 2019 18:06:08 GMT -5
Prompt 39: “I’m here for you"
It was just like any other day, but then, wasn't it always like any other day when these things happened? He'd done his clinical day, Andrea had done hers and they were at their apartment about to have dinner when he got the call.
He thought nothing of it when his mum called, figuring it was just one of her calls to check in on him. "Hey mum," he answered the phone, moving out of the kitchen where Andrea was finishing dinner and heading to the living room.
Obviously, she couldn't hear what was being said on the call. Only his answers and it was easy to tell that something was terribly wrong very early. "What?" He sounded confused and as she looked over to the living room, she could see his rigid form standing there. Unmoving. "When? No. No. I understand." There was a tremor to his voice, that she hadn't ever heard before. It send a pinch of nerves through her as she watched him carefully, leaving the food that she'd just plated and walking over toward him. "I'll be there tonight. It doesn't matter. No. No! I'll see you soon. Love you."
He hung up the phone and stood, still not moving but suddenly his shoulders were shaking and she could hear his trembling breaths. Rushing over, she got to the other side of him and saw that he was actively crying. Tears streamed down his face as he looked ahead, his arm twitching at his side.
"Zane?" she questioned, trying to draw his attention to her. "Honey?"
His gaze was pulled to her, his blue eyes meeting hers though they were clouded with tears. "It's Gran. She's... she had a stroke." His voice was choppy, the words sticking in his throat. "She didn't... there was nothing they could do."
Her heart broke for him, knowing how much he loved his grandmother. Knowing how important she was to him and she reached forward and pulled him into her arms, hugging him close and soothingly rubbing his back. "Oh Zane," she said, her voice small and full of pain for him. "I'm here for you."
These words seemed to break something in him and he started to sob, clinging to her and holding her tightly as he did so. "My Gran. She didn't- I didn't get to say goodbye," he sobbed.
And she remembered, the last time that they'd seen his grandmother, the way that the woman hadn't recognized him at all even for a minute of the visit and hadn't wanted to talk to him when it came time to leave. She remembered Zane tucking those feelings away, accepting it and saying maybe next time. That thought made a tear stream down her own face as she hugged him. "I know," she said, kissing his head lightly and continuing to rub his back. She'd hold him until he was ready to let go, and stay with him through every awful part of what was to come.
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Post by Tristan Dunn on Jun 13, 2019 19:35:55 GMT -5
Prompt 23: “I can’t do anything right.”
To say that he'd been having a bad week was an understatement. Tristan had been under a lot of pressure from his parents lately, his college applications were just starting to be worked on and that meant that every single weakness of his was being pointed out time and time again by his parents as they worked on the applications.
Making matters worse, he had gotten back an essay that he'd done for English and found that he'd managed to get only a C- on it because he'd misunderstood the directives on what the essay was supposed to be on. With grades posted online and with his parents having access to those grades... well, it was no surprise that he had gotten into trouble over it.
"Do you have to be such a goddamn idiot now of all times?" his father had demanded when he'd gotten home from school. "Here we are, trying to get you into a great school and you choose now to fuck around. That's it, you're grounded. 3 weeks. Phone now. And you're studying here at the kitchen table. I guess we're going to have to watch everything you do like some kind of toddler. "
He hadn't gotten to text Leslie to warn her. Their anniversary was coming up, they were supposed to celebrate it on Friday and now he wasn't even going to be able to see her outside of school.
So, when he arrived the next day at school he went to go and see Leslie right away. He was at her locker when she got there and immediately she could tell that something was wrong from the look on his face. "Tristan, hey," she greeted him, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "I'm guessing your parents took your phone last night for something or another?"
He nodded and sighed as he looked down at his girlfriend, bringing a hand up to his face and covering his mouth with it. He closed his eyes and stayed still for a moment. "I can't do anything right," he said quietly, feeling like a failure.
"Hey, no, look at me," she said, reaching up and framing his face with her hands. "I don't know what your parents said to you, but they aren't right."
"I'm grounded, Leslie. Three weeks. I can't even take you out on our anniversary now," he explained, shame coloring his tone. "And I messed up a big English assignment because I wasn't smart enough to understand what I had to do. And colleges are going to be looking at how I do now and-"
"Tristan. Stop," she spoke firmly but with a gentleness to her words. "Everyone, even you, will make mistakes. And that is no measure of how smart you are."
"But our anniversary..." He'd been looking forward to it so much and he had what he believed was going to be the perfect night planned.
"We can celebrate it later," she replied, smiling a little and leaning up to capture his lips in a brief kiss. "I don't blame you. Not at all." This was said with sincerity and a bit of fire in her. A forcefulness that made it hard to doubt her. "I love you, Tristan. Celebrating that later isn't going to make it less true."
He took in a breath, the guilt still feeling like it was crushing him but a little less severely now. His hand moved to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear and he tried to smile at her too. "I love you, too, Leslie. And I promise to make it up to you."
At that she got a playful smile and nudged him lightly. "I know you will." And he began to feel like maybe, just maybe, there was one thing he could do right.
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