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Post by Kalena Naihe on Jun 14, 2019 11:26:03 GMT -5
Prompt 19: “I think I’m in love with you.”
A trip back to Honolulu over the holidays had been just the thing to start Kalena's year off right. It'd felt so nice to be in the sun and on the beach, seeing her old friends and having a taste of her old life. Unexpectedly, she'd found that she did miss some things about Scranton though. Or, rather, she missed some people.
She found herself thinking about Alex a lot more than she'd expected to. Sure, he was her boyfriend and all, but she hadn't considered that she'd miss him so much. Or that she'd find herself trying to guess what he'd say to certain events or people. They texted back and forth, and would Facetime at points as well but she was fairly busy.
Tonight was one of her last days there but she still found herself wanting to talk to her boyfriend, so when it was around 7pm she decided to Facetime him. It would be around 1am back in Scranton, but she didn't expect that to be a problem.
He did answer, clearly in his room but not looking all that tired so she guessed that he wasn't even close to going to sleep yet. She couldn't help but smile though when she saw him, this basic white guy that she was dating. "Hey gorgeous," he greeted. "Taking a break from the sun?"
"Well, it'll be going down soon anyway," she shrugged, her eyes taking in his face and finding herself wishing that she could kiss him.
"And here I thought you'd be trying to soak up every last bit of it," he teased.
"I didn't want to call too late," she answered. "I wanted to actually talk to you."
At that he gave her a genuine smile. "I'm glad. I miss you."
Looking at him she felt it, listening to his voice, she felt it. Felt what she wasn't sure about before, or at least was fairly certain that she was feeling it. "I think I'm in love with you," she said, taking in a breath and holding it as she waited for a response. Honestly, she didn't know what she'd do if it was a negative one.
There was a beat of silence, one that seemed to drag for Kalena before he got a goofy grin on his face. “Damn, how’d I manage that?” he asked.
She stared at him, her face showing just how unimpressed she was with that response. Which wasn't a real response and said nothing to how he felt.
His smile toned down a little, his air turning a touch more serious. "I love you, too, Kalena," he tried again, earnestly this time. She let out the breath she'd been holding and nodded. "Good," she couldn't help but smile. "You should."
At that he laughed and shook his own head a little. "Of course I should," he grinned. "Does this mean I'll be getting a gift from Hawaii? 'My girlfriend visited Hawaii and all I got was this lousy shirt?'"
He was ridiculous and she rolled her eyes and shook her head but settled more comfortably into her bed and prepared for a lengthy talk with him, deciding to ignore his latest comment. "So tell me about how you're saving Tristan these next few days," she continued on, acting as if he hadn't spoken at all and finding that she was actually kind of excited to get back to Scranton at the end of break. The things love would do to you.
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Post by Cheyenne Quinn on Jun 14, 2019 17:03:08 GMT -5
Prompt 25: “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
Being a long term relationship wasn't always easy. Especially as you grew older when there were more pressures placed upon you, more things to attend to. So it was natural, that relationships could go through seasons. Right now, had been a particularly tough season for Cheyenne and her husband Kyle.
Christopher was ten, highly involved in different activities which took up their time and his. She was on the brink of finishing up a big collection and Kyle was in the midst of a three book deal that required him to turn out the novels rather rapidly without a lot of time in between. To top it off, Grr had recently fractured a bone and needed to have surgery. All together it meant that the Quinn household was a fairly tense place now a days.
As a result, Cheyenne had demanded that they all go over and see Stephanie and the kids together to have a sort of family day where they could relax. Christopher, Jack, and Claire were playing in the pool while Stephanie, Cheyenne and Kyle sat outside keeping an eye on the kids while chatting while Amanda stayed firmly seated in Steph's lap and Cody slept in his pack and play just inside the living room (a screen door separating everyone from the infant).
Kyle was somewhat participating in conversation, but it was clear that he was not fully there. He'd often stare off in one direction or another for moments at a time. Honestly, it was driving Cheyenne a bit crazy. She knew that Stephanie was her friend, not really Kyle's, but if he didn't want to be a part of the grown up conversation he was welcome to swim with the kids and keep them entertained.
The ringing of his phone cut through the conversation that was being had and Cheyenne threw a glare as he answered it. "Hello. Yeah. The whole thing? Fuck." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "No. I have to cut it? No, I do think it is a necessary plot line. Yes. It does. By when?" He groaned. "Fine. Fine. Yeah, I'll have it to you then." When he hung up the phone he stood up and looked at the women. "I've got get going. Chey, you'll be fine to take an Uber?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Really?"
"That was my editor. I've got a major rewrite to get done in the next few weeks," he explained. "Look, I'm sorry for running out but you won't even miss me. Actually, I can take the Uber."
"I won't even-?" she started and then shook her head, her mouth pulling together off to the side. "Are you for real right now?"
He gave a deep sigh, knowing this was just the start of things and not wanting to get into it. "Really, Cheyenne? Can we not do this?"
"Can..." she glared at him. Was he really going to pull that shit? "Forget it, you're a fucking asshole. Go."
"I'm an asshole?" he repeated incredulously. "You know that I'm in the middle of trying to get this novel finished. Last week you didn't even go to Christopher's game."
"Okay, you know what, Kyle? Fuck off," she snapped, trying to keep her voice down because the kids were even starting to look their way from their loud marco polo game in the pool. "I asked him and he said it was okay. You missed his school party three weeks ago."
"For God's sake there's a party every other month at that stupid school! I can't be expected to go to all of them!" he argued back. "Don't try and make me the bad guy here, Cheyenne. I'm just trying to do my job. If you've got a problem with that, take it up with me later. And preferably not in front of a bunch of kids."
Her jaw set as she looked up at her husband, then she let out a huff and turned her head. "Go then," she said, coldly. She didn't listen as he told Christopher he'd see him later or said his goodbyes to any of his nieces and nephews, just sat back down into her chair and looked off into the distance, refusing to acknowledge him at all. If he was going to be an ass, she didn't want to deal with him and so she wouldn't.
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Post by Sebastien Hundt-Rivero on Jun 16, 2019 9:34:30 GMT -5
Prompt 12: “I love that color on you”
The manner in which he dressed was something that was very important to Sebastien, which made sense considering what he wanted to do with his life. So no matter what the occasion, he always dressed to impress.
His girlfriend, on the other hand, had a much more relaxed version of fashion. She wore what she wanted and he wasn't always the biggest fan of the clothing items she picked, to be honest. Not that he let her know of that unless she asked his opinion. Still, that didn't mean that he disliked all of his clothes. In fact, there were many that he thought suited her quite nicely.
Tonight she showed up for their date in a deep red colored dress that looked really amazing against her skin. Combined with the cut of the dress, it really just served to make her look incredible and he found himself staring a little.
"Hey, you look great," he told her, leaning to press a kiss against her lips.
"Thanks," she answered, then continued, "You look pretty good yourself." This had a touch of teasing to it.
He had trouble taking his eyes off of her, appreciating the way that the whole look just seemed to elevate her look higher than usual. His eyes lingered on the places where the fabric of the dress met her skin. The neckline, the hemline.. both of which led to pretty interesting views for him.
She'd noticed his attentions and she raised an eyebrow at him, a teasing twinkle in her eye. "Are you just going to stare at me all night or are we going somewhere?"
"I love that color on you," he told her, not answering her question as he moved his eyes back up to her face. "Really, it just suits you so well. Makes you look all the more beautiful."
The utter sincerity in which he spoke was what was hard to ignore and she couldn't help the smile that came to her face although she tried to downplay it a little. Sometimes, he caught her off guard with his affections - even though she knew by now that he was in love with her. "Aren't we going to be late for dinner?"
"I suppose we should get going, yes," he admitted, a little grudgingly. It wasn't like he had the apartment to himself right now anyway. Craig was in the kitchen making his own dinner. "Don't blame me though, if I have a hard time keeping my eyes off of you."
She shook her head and turned to start leaving, letting him follow without complaint as he reached to take her hand in his own, threading her fingers through his as they made their way out for the night.
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Post by Shane Micklesen on Jun 16, 2019 9:38:23 GMT -5
Prompt 6: “That can’t be the only reason you’re still here. Are you finally going to admit you like me?”
Getting his wisdom teeth out wasn't something that Shane had particularly looked forward to, but he was doing it nonetheless. Mostly because the dentist told him that he needed to. He'd given Kylee a camera and told her that it was her duty to film him afterward because, well, he was a vlogger and when there was something to vlog about it was vlogged about.
Therefore, when he was finally done with getting his teeth taken out he looked over at Kylee who had the camera rolling on him already. "What'reya doin with thah?" he questioned, pointing to the camera.
"I'm taking a video, Shane," she answered patiently, a touch of a smile across her face. "What are you doing here?"
"They stoled my teeth!" he exclaimed, waiving his hands. Or trying to, mostly he just raised them in the air in exasperation. "Right ouh ma head."
"Why would they do that?" she questioned, clearly amused by his train of thought.
"They're the witches," he replied seriously, leaning in toward Kylee and raising his hand up as if to tell a secret. "Need them for magic!"
He was very serious about this, so she tried to hold back the laugh that, feeling like it might upset him. As it was, with his state he narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.
"Why're you here?" he demanded. "You workin with them?"
"No, Shane, I'm not working with the witches. I'm here to take you home," she explained, still keeping this rolling because it was going to be too funny to watch it back with him later.
"Thah can't be the only reason you're still h're," he exclaimed, shaking his head as he looked at her again in the same suspicious manner. "Are you finally going to admit you like me?"
At that she couldn't help but laugh out loud and turn her left hand to show the engagement ring sparkling there. "Shane, we're engaged. I've already admitted I like you."
His eyes grew larger in almost a comical way as he leaned forward slightly to look at the ring. Without much warning, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her hand, pulling it closer to look at the ring. "Holy fuck. I gave you this? Am I a pirate?"
"No Shane, you're not a pirate," she didn't move to grab her hand back, just kept filming him as he got a distressed look on his face.
"Imma be a pirate now! Argh. I need a shim. A shim. A- a boat! I need a boat! You can be the... the... other pirate! Let's go buy a boat!" he stood up suddenly, losing his balance and Kylee jumped to her feet to try and steady him. At that point she let the filming go, deciding that she'd gotten more than enough footage for now anyway. Besides, she had her fiance to steady.
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Post by Chace Aldridge on Jun 18, 2019 16:37:13 GMT -5
Prompt 14: “You look so cute when you laugh”
Whenever he was able to spend time with his girlfriend, Chace took a picture of her. Every single time. Sometimes it was a picture of the two of them, sometimes it was one of her posing for him but usually he just snapped a picture randomly throughout their time together. He liked being able to look back at them. Memories were unreliable by themselves, a picture captured a moment in time though.
She wasn't a huge fan of having her picture taken though, he knew that much. It didn't stop him but he tried not to make it into a big deal. Many of the pictures that he'd taken featured her laughing because when she laughed it just lit her up. She wasn't the lightest person - couldn't be with everything that she'd dealt with in her life, but she laughed as if she was. Her dimples came out full force, the sound itself was somewhat musical, and all together whenever she laughed it never failed to make him smile.
When she noticed that he'd had his phone out and had likely taken another picture of her laughing - pictures that she always hated, she gave him a look. "Really? Why always when I'm laughing?" she questioned.
"You look so cute when you laugh," he answered simply. She shook her head a little at that and he moved so that he could take her face between his hands, his thumb brushing along her jawline. "I mean it. Every time you laugh, I can't help but smile. No matter how crappy a day I'm having." Then he shrugged his shoulders, as if to comment there was nothing else that could be done about such a truth.
She blushed slightly at this. Sometimes it took her by surprise. He took her by surprise. Never had she considered that someone would be so genuinely interested in her, or see her as full of the worth that Chace seemed to see in her. Every time they were together though, he treated her as his equal or better. Not anything worth celebrating for most. A basic part of any relationship, but she wasn't used to being treated like that by people her age. Certainly she hadn't expected someone of such a higher social standing to do so either. Not with the experiences she'd had growing up.
His blue eyes met her own and there was something in the way that he looked at her that made her want to shiver. His words had been matter of fact, but almost soft in a way. In contrast, his eyes were intense as they almost bore into hers. "You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen," he added, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his in a deep but soft kiss.
And as she returned the kiss she couldn't think of any arguments about his photos anymore, though maybe a little bit later she'd bring it up again. After all, they really weren't as flattering as he thought they were.
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Post by Layla Fair on Jun 19, 2019 16:58:46 GMT -5
Prompt 15: “Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?”
Being paired with William on this art project was actually very nice for Layla in a variety of ways. One, he was an extremely considerate partner, in every meaning of the word. Considerate of her time, her comfort, and her process. And then, well, it didn't hurt that he happened to be quite good looking.
Having him being scarcely clothed was not a downside to the current project. Of course, most of the time that she spent look at him was spent in that critical artist eye, trying to get the detailing just right on the shape of his nose or the curve of his neck. It was spent comparing what she was doing with what was in front of her.
That didn't mean that she couldn't notice though, that there were many nice things about his body. He was an attractive guy. A very attractive guy, even and sometimes she'd find herself realizing it again when her mind shifted from that artist's perspective just into her own personal preferences.
Right now she was busy working on getting his arms and hands right. His hands were artist's hands, with long and delicate fingers. Some part of her wondered what it would be like to have those hands on her body, but she pushed the thought away for now because it was not the time to be focusing on this. Before she could stop herself though, she asked, "Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?" Her voice wasn't all that loud and she was playing some music while she worked, so there was no awkward silence while waiting for his response.
He didn't react right away, instead kept staring off into the distance, probably lost in his own thoughts. It occurred to her now that it was possible that he hadn't even realized that she was speaking to him. She opened her mouth to ask again but then shut it, shaking her head and continuing on with her drawing. After all, she doubted that the answer would be yes or that he really wanted to have that conversation. Instead, she just hummed along with the music and kept going on her attempt to capture him.
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Post by Mandy Steele on Jun 19, 2019 19:19:25 GMT -5
Prompt 26: “Don’t you ever do that again!”
Being the wife of a police officer wasn't always an easy thing. Mandy had known that there was an element of danger to Aidan's career, had been aware of it every time there was a story of a police officer killed in the line of duty. However, it seemed that God protected Aidan and she was so grateful for that. To the point where it had become almost unthinkable that anything would happen to him.
That was why, when she got the call one day that Aidan had been shot in the line of duty she felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her. Even as they assured her that he'd been shot in the leg and that the paramedics thought he should be fine after surgery it was terrifying.
She'd told Roxie, who assured her that she could call someone immediately to come in and cover her and that she'd take care of the kids and then she was in her car, driving at a speed quicker than what she usually did even though arriving at the hospital was just a waiting game. She checked in and got sent to the proper waiting room, praying the entire time that everything would be okay with Aidan. She was trying not to think negatively, but, a part of her tried to figure what she would do if anything happened to Aidan. She'd have to go on, of course, but... the pain of it felt like a wave threatening to engulf her so she pushed it aside. Everything was out of her hands anyway.
After what felt like ages, she was called forward in the waiting room and led to the room where Aidan was going to be staying. He wasn't awake yet, but the doctors said it shouldn't be too much longer until he woke up because the surgery had gone well. Seeing him laying in bed caused an unpleasant flashback to the car accident they'd been in years prior and she shuddered as she took the seat next to his bed and reached forward to grab his hand. He was okay, he was okay, that was the mantra she kept repeating to herself as she waited for him to wake up.
Some time later, she realized that he was awake only when hearing him speak up. "Mandy?" he asked, his voice low and rough and full of confusion.
Tears sprung to her eyes immediately as she looked up at her husband and she got out of her seat to press a relieved kiss against his lips. “Don’t you ever do that again!” she said once she'd pulled back slightly, her hands framing his face as tears fell from her eyes. "Aidan, I love you so much. I was so worried."
His hand reached up to cup her cheek and he gave her a soft smile. "Sorry, honey. I love you, too," he replied, wiping some of her tears away. "I'll try and make sure it doesn't happen again." His movements were still a bit slow but he pressed his lips against hers once more and she let him, allowing herself to draw comfort from the familiar action.
Later, she'd have to bring the kids to see him and visit but for now she wanted a bit more time with her husband. A bit more time to allow herself to be comforted by the knowledge that he really was okay.
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Post by Natalie Martin on Jun 22, 2019 16:00:07 GMT -5
Prompt 7: “Stay close to me.”
Natalie wasn't someone who often gave in to fear. In fact, she tended to hold her head high and walk through the world as if there was nothing that she couldn't take on. She didn't always believe that, but she did believe that most of life was a 'fake it until you make it' situation.
She hadn't expected that she would run into an actual protest of racists tonight while out in the city with her boyfriend. They were just trying to walk to a new restaurant they were planning on trying together when a mass of angry, ignorant voices were suddenly up ahead of them, waiving signs of hatred, wearing symbols of Nazism and the KKK and though she was so proud to be a Black Korean American, her heart seized up in her chest.
Seth, her white boyfriend, who she loved so much stiffened slightly as well beside her. She could tell that he was trying to think of a way to avoid the mass of people that were coming - with a police escort, of course - toward them. If they wanted to go to the restaurant they'd planned to there was no way around it. It was only half a block forward.
"We could go somewhere else tonight," he suggested and she noticed that he had stood a little taller, wrapped his arm a little more firmly around her.
"No," she replied, unwilling to let these people stop her from living her life. "I'm not going to let them dictate where I go. And I'm not going to let them think that I'm afraid of them." Fake the confidence.
He looked like he might argue for a moment, but then he nodded. One of the things she loved so much about him was that he knew what his place was in terms of racial issues. "Stay close to me," was what he answered and moved so that he would be on the side closer to the hate rally.
Then they walked together, his arm still around her as she held her head high and started down the street. As she came into the line of sight of the 'protesters' some of them directed comments toward her. Toward them, disgust evident in the way that they saw Seth keep his arm around her.
Some of the things that were said were so awful that she wanted to cringe away from them, but she kept her head high. She didn't cringe when they called her awful names, didn't cringe when they shouted their disgust in Seth, nor cringe when they said what kind of babies such a union could produce. She just continued to her destination in the same steady, determined way.
When they entered the restaurant though, well that's when she let out a shaky breath and swallowed, turning into Seth and closing her eyes as he hugged her close and murmured how much he loved her and how wonderful she was. The hostess didn't interrupt their moment, but waited until they parted before leading them to a table.
A kind waitress gave them a dessert for free, smiling and telling them what a beautiful couple they made. And Natalie knew, with certainty at that moment, she'd stay close to Seth for the rest of her life.
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Post by Amanda Cline on Jun 22, 2019 16:14:33 GMT -5
Prompt 22: “I’ve been in love with you for years.”
Amanda had always been vain. It was her way of being, she couldn't help it. She loved her appearance, took care of it with the utmost pride and wanted to be physically desirable for many years to come. The amount of time and money that she'd put in over the years to keeping herself looking her best was higher than most.
The thing was though, age came for everyone. No matter what she did, there was no way to avoid the wrinkles that started to form on her skin or the changes that came to her body as she started to come close to her seventh decade on earth.
Her hair thinned, her skin sagged, and spots started to appear where they hadn't been before and no amount of makeup, of eating well or working out could negate those things. For years she'd noticed it starting to happen, but she had hoped that she was better than it. Still, as she looked at herself in the mirror she felt like crying. Who was this old woman? It couldn't be herself. This was not a beautiful woman. People would not give her appreciate looks out and about. She'd lost that beauty, that defining feature of her life entirely in the last few years.
She felt tears prickle in her eyes as she took in her reflection in the full length mirror on her bedroom. Then a pair of arms wrapped around her, her wife's chin coming to rest on her shoulder.
"You look beautiful," Jade said, smiling a little at the reflection of the two of them. It was as if she'd known exactly what was bothering her. Then again, she probably did. Jade had always been very perceptive. "Jade, don't lie to me," she answered with a sigh. "I used to be beautiful. Now.. now I'm not beautiful anymore."
Jade raised an eyebrow, catching her eye by reflection. "What are you saying?"
"Don't take it to mean that I don't think you're still beautiful," Amanda replied, waiving her hand slightly. "You've aged gracefully."
For a moment there was silence and Amanda watched Jade take the two of them in from the mirror. "You know, I've been in love with you for years," she started, her voice thoughtful. "And during all these years, never once have you been anything less than beautiful."
She turned to look at her wife and saw that Jade was very serious and that she clearly believed it and even though she didn't agree she moved to capture her wife's lips in a deep kiss. Love might have made Jade blind to the realities of the situation but she couldn't help but be grateful for the other woman still.
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Post by Jared Russo on Jun 22, 2019 16:31:07 GMT -5
Prompt 24: “Please don’t cry.”
It was six a.m. when Ayla shot up in bed, awoken from a nightmare that had felt so real that she couldn't help the tears that streamed down her face. It'd been a long time since she'd had nightmares of her husband dying in the fires that he saved people from every few days. Now, things were different.
Now that didn't just have to worry about her husband dying in a fire, or being buried alive by a collapsing building, but her oldest child too. She'd always known that he would follow his father's footsteps, it'd been clear since he was a toddler that his passion would lie in being a firefighter.
Still, there was a difference between knowing that someday he'd be a fire fighter and actually having him out in the field and although she'd been trying to hold back her fears it seemed that they'd caught up to her in her nightmares.
Her husband, Jared, was such a strong sleeper usually, but six was about the time that he woke up every day and so it shouldn't have been a surprise that he turned toward her when she made noise. He sat up himself, sighed a little and pulled her into his strong arms, lightly rubbing her back and trying to soothe her. "Please don't cry," he said - the same thing he'd been saying to her literally every time that she cried for the past twenty years. "I'm allowed to cry," she sniffed, trying to push back from him slightly. His arms didn't budge.
"Shawn's fine," he offered, seeming to know already that this would have been her nightmare. Of course it would be. He was at the firehouse now, on his first shift that Jared didn't happen to be working with him. "He's a sharp kid. And he's trained well."
"Well, my nightmare felt plenty real and in it he was not," she answered, although she was calming down more and more as she was awake. Had something happened, they would have heard of it by now.
"I know, but it wasn't real," he answered, brushing some of her hair away from her face. "This is real. We're fine. Shawn is fine. The girls are fine."
Taking in a deep breath she nodded and allowed herself to lean into Jared some, trying to remind herself that what he said was true. A nightmare was a nightmare and as awful as it was and as real as it had felt, it still wasn't reality. Being upset about it wouldn't help her any. Even so, once Jared let her go she'd definitely text him just to make sure she got an answer.
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Post by Marcus Huang on Jun 28, 2019 12:13:40 GMT -5
Prompt 64: “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”
Marcus had been silent since he'd gotten home from work. Even when Kaitlyn greeted him all he'd done was given her a nod before heading to go and shower, staying under the water longer than needed.
When he exited he dried off, put his clothes back on, and went to his room. Only the opening of doors and his light footfall indicating where he was going. She wasn't used to him being in a mood like this, it wasn't like him. He was never overly chatty about his day but he usually interacted with her at the very least.
So, she went to try and figure out what was happening with him. If there was something going on she wanted to be there. And if she'd done something that she didn't know about, she definitely wanted to hear about it. "Hey," she said softly, entering the room and moving toward the bed where he was seated with his laptop. "Anything you want to talk about?"
"I'm fine," he answered, his words short and direct as he didn't look away from his screen where his schedule was pulled up.
That made her feel a little annoyed, because it was clear that he wasn't. "If you don't want to talk about it, then say so," she told him. "Don't lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren't."
"Okay, I don't want to talk about it." Marcus was still not looking away from his screen. Instead, he edited his schedule, deleting appointments and moving a few around. The only sound present was the clicking on the mouse.
"Well, if you need me for anything, you know where to find me," she offered, knowing there was no way that he was going to open up right now.
All he did was not in response and she waited for a moment to see if he'd say anything further but it didn't happen. Instead, he opened up his email and started composing something to someone. Knowing that her boyfriend wasn't going to open up any time soon and clearly wasn't seeking any comfort in her she turned and left.
A nagging voice in her head mentioned that he'd probably tell Evelina what the problem was, but she pushed that voice aside for now and tried not to feel any hurt over it. Marcus wasn't big on talking about much, it would probably be the same with his best friend. Maybe. Either way, she couldn't force him to talk to her instead. So she pulled out her phone and texted Faith, figuring that she needed a distraction right about now.
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Post by Eli Butler on Jun 28, 2019 12:21:11 GMT -5
Prompt 20: “You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.”
Date nights with Evelina were always something that Eli looked forward to. Actually going out wasn't as common as just hanging out now a days since he had met Amelia and understood that money was a bit of an important factor for her. Still, they did go out on more traditional dates now and again. Tonight they'd gone and seen a comedy show earlier and now were in the process of finishing up a dinner together.
Evelina was in the midst of telling a story about being in high school with Marcus as they were busy eating their dessert - a chocolate cake that the two of them were splitting. At some point though, a smudge of frosting got stuck to her upper lip. He waited to see if she was going to catch it but she didn't seem to.
Once she'd finished her story and they'd finished their dessert, he decided that he was going to speak up about the offending chocolate.
"You've got something on your lip," he said, and she went to run her tongue across her lip but missed it. "Here, let me."
He reached over and with his thumb he slowly brushed the last of the frosting off of her lip. For a moment he allowed his hand to linger, looking over at her. There was a strong urge to lean in and kiss her and the intense way that she looked back at him had him thinking that she probably felt the same. It would be so easy to close the distance between them.
However, the fact that they were in the middle of the restaurant was suddenly present to him again as he heard a fork hit the floor not too far away. Instead of leaning across the table, he pulled his hand away from her lips and brought it over to lick the chocolate off of his finger.
The way that she looked at him as he did so made it feel like the heat had turned up several degrees and there was a sort of charged electricity between the two of them at this point. So he found himself raising his hand to signal the waiter, who came over and gave them the check which he promptly paid so they could take their leave.
And if he sped a touch on the way back to his place, well... who could blame him?
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Post by Connor Micklesen on Jun 28, 2019 15:50:13 GMT -5
Prompt 61: “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”
The first thought that Connor had when Addie's phone rang early in the morning was that something had happened to Shane. Even though their son was now long grown and hadn't had to call them for anything in quite some time, old habits died hard.
"I swear to God, if Shane did something stupid," Addie muttered, nonetheless reaching for her cell phone. "What?" It wasn't an eloquent greeting, but Connor figured whoever called Addie this early deserved it.
Next to him he saw his wife shoot up, sitting and stiffening, her breathing come to a sudden halt. He could hear Taylor's voice on the other end of the line, but Addie wasn't reacting. It was if something had struck her and he knew, right then, that something awful had happened.
She still wasn't saying anything. He looked at her with concern and wondered what in the world was happening, Taylor's voice was still coming and from the silence he could hear her choked voice saying that he was gone. And suddenly he understood, it was Milo. Milo was gone.
The thought was shocking, as all things considered Milo hadn't been that old. Hell, he was only a year older than them. And sure, they were in their late sixties now, but that wasn't that old. Not when nothing had been wrong with Milo. There was a punch in his own gut at the idea that his friend was gone. He'd never been as close to Milo as Addie was though so he knew what he had to do.
He sat up and took the phone from Addie's still fingers. "Taylor," he said, his voice soothing and apologetic. "I'm so sorry." The woman on the other end of the line sniffed audibly. "We'll be over later today, if you'll have us."
"I- okay," Taylor replied after a moment and he could almost hear her putting herself together for the moment. "Just call before you leave."
"Of course," he answered. "We'll be in touch." He allowed her to say her goodbyes and then hung up.
Addie was still sitting and looking ahead, brokenly but silently. She wasn't moving, wasn't doing or saying anything. He allowed her a few more minutes of that, but when fifteen minutes passed and she still hadn't seemed to give any sort of reaction he was getting worried.
"Addie," he said, reaching to take her hands in his. She didn't look at him. His hand moved up to her face, gently moving her head so that she was looking at him. "Addison." Though she was looking at him now, her face was still in that shocked state. "Yell, scream, cry, please. Just say something, anything."
Her chin quivered and she looked down before looking back at him. "He's-" her voice was barely a whisper, rough as her eyebrows pulled together. "He's-" And her mouth started to form the letters to say more but no word came out.
Instead, a horrible choking sound came from her and suddenly she was sobbing uncontrollably and his heart was breaking. He was crying too as he pulled her into his lap and she buried her face into his shoulder, just trying again and again to get the words out. A dozen or so broken starts of 'He's -' as her breathing picked up to the point of almost hyperventilation and he rubbed her back to try and soothe her as he rocked slightly and placed kisses on the top of her head.
"I know," he answered again and again, every time she started to tell him.
The two of them spent the next hour in bed, crying for their loss before they got up and went to try and provide a little bit of comfort to the new widow.
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Post by Zoey Hundt-Rivero on Jun 28, 2019 15:53:53 GMT -5
Prompt 37: “Can we stay like this forever?”
It was a beautiful evening in Madrid. Zoey and Marisol were sitting in the backyard of their Spanish home with their two children. Earlier those children had been running around, the three year old Charlotte toddling around while six year old Sebastien chased her or danced with her or tickled her.
At some point the toddler had gotten sleepy though and had come to her moms to sit down, climbing up into Marisol's lap and falling asleep as the two women watched Sebastien play with his toys and talked amongst themselves while enjoying a glass of wine.
Not much longer Sebastien had crawled into Zoey's lap, snuggling into her and yawning. Probably they should have gone to put the children in bed, but both of them were comfortable where they were.
A warm breeze was blowing over them and the evening sky looked beautiful as the sun started to set. Sitting next to Marisol with their children draped over them had Zoey feeling a sense of peace and contentment that made everything seem perfect. Her eyes wandered to her children, now both fast asleep and looking like the most beautiful children in the world.
"I love you," Marisol said suddenly and Zoey looked into her wife's eyes and smiled at the love that she saw written in them.
"Te amo," Zoey answered in Spanish, wanting to lean forward and kiss the other woman but not being able to with said children in the way. Instead, she took a moment to admire her beautiful wife; the way her dark hair fell in loose waves and curls, the long lashes that framed her soft brown eyes, and the smoothness of her skin. Honestly, she thought she had to be the luckiest woman in the world to have such a beautiful family. "Can we stay like this forever?"
Marisol gave a light laugh, a sound that brightened the evening considerably and brought a smile to her wife's lips. "I do believe we'd run into trouble if we tried," she teased, her hand lightly stroking Charlotte's curls away from the sleeping girl's face.
"Fine." Zoey sighed, looking down at Sebastien sleeping against her and lightly running her fingers through his short hair as his torso rose and fell with the deep breaths of sleep. She was in no hurry to leave this moment and so she turned back to her wife. "Can we stay like this a little longer?"
At that Marisol gave a nod and another warm smile. "Yeah, we can do that."
So the two women continued sitting and talking, allowing their children to sleep on them and enjoying the simple happiness that came from being together.
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Post by Landon Knopp on Jun 30, 2019 17:12:02 GMT -5
Prompt 4: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
Landon hadn't meant to run into Blake today. It was a complete accident. He was out and about in the city, running some errands and just generally trying to find anything to do. While walking down the street though, up ahead he caught sight of a familiar face.
Before he had a chance to even approach her though, some guy slapped her ass and he visibly cringed. It wasn't that he couldn't believe that someone had done that, he just didn't want it to have happened and felt bad for her.
Blake twirled around and reached up to slap the guy across the face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
Landon watched carefully, knowing some guys didn't take very well to being rejected and it looked like this guy might be one of them. He did give a sort of sick grin though. "You're so fucking hot when you're mad."
Sensing that this was exactly the type of tool that would have no problem getting more violent with her, but also would respect another guy more than he respected any woman, he jogged up to her. "Babe!" he exclaimed, leaning in and pressing a kiss against her cheek. They'd seen one another a few times now but clearly this wasn't how he usually greeted her. Mostly they just hooked up with one another. Though he had learned that she was learning Japanese though so he did a quick aside to her in the language. "This idiot will definitely rough you up if he can."
The guy looked at Landon in a bit of disgust and disbelief. "You're hitting that?" he demanded, clearly not buying it.
"What can I say, love makes people blind," he shot back casually, stepping so that he could put himself a bit in front of Blake. "Been dating since we were practically kids. And I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your hands off of my girl."
He could hear Blake huffing behind him and he threw her a look before muttering in Japanese again. "Trust me, he'll respect my claim more than you."
"Okay, we're in fucking America. So, little man, why don't you speak English?" the guy was still looking disgusted and glanced back to Blake. "If you want a real man, instead of some chink, let me know."
Landon took in a deep breath and closed his eyes then shook his head. "Dude, you had to go there?" he asked, then opened his eyes set his face and knew that he was about to get his ass handed to him. He still had to do it though. In an instant he went ahead and punched the guy straight across the face. "I'm Japanese, you asshole."
It took approximately two seconds for him to get punched back and it happened a lot harder than Landon would have liked, knocking him down onto the ground. Luckily, it attracted a lot of attention and suddenly a few people were rushing over.
"What the hell is wrong with you? That's a teenager you're assaulting!" Some bigger guy was shouting at the man who'd punched him, pulling him away before he could get another hit in. That was not the kind of response that Landon loved but it did get the guy to back off. Not before he spit down at him though, which again wasn't the best but at least he left.
"Are you okay?" one of the people who had come over asked him.
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," he answered, not bothering to correct the assumption that he was a teenager as it had just saved his ass. Instead, he waved people away and looked up at the redhead he'd originally intervened for.
Blake stared down at him and raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you sure handled that," she said, a touch of sarcasm in her tone.
"I mean, at least he didn't get my nose," he replied, reaching up to touch his cheek which was throbbing. "Now help me up. I think I might be mildly concussed."
She sighed but at least she offered his hand and pulled him up. Overall, he didn't have any regrets. Though he was pretty sure his parents and his 'moms' were going to make a big fuss when they saw his face later.
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