06. BREATHLESS
Lydia flopped onto her back, panting breathlessly as she raked her red hair off her face. Beside her, Scott rolled over onto his but with a mischievous smile, pulling her on top of him and wrapped his arms around her possessively.

She couldn’t help laughing, enjoying the feeling of his sweaty, naked skin pressed up against hers. The boy had skill and she was ready to wager a bet now that he was the best she ever had. She settled into the embrace and nuzzled her nose against his cheek. Post-sex cuddling was a favourite, and Scott rocked at it.

Lydia Martin || Teen Wolf
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WORD:

Chicanery
n. 1. trickery or deception by quibbling or sophistry. 2. a quibble or subterfuge used to trick, deceive, or evade.


QUOTE:

“Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.”
- Fran Lebowitz

( 1 ) Muse prompts (500+ words, first or third person)
- "Hey heart on the road again
Moving on forward
Sticks and stones won't break our bones
We're in a car on the highway
It's a magical feeling that no one's got a hold
You're a catalyst to your happiness you know."
• Pumpin Blood, Nonono

- "Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place,
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you?"
• Welcome To My Life, Simple Plan

- "'Cause we belong together now, yeah
Forever united here somehow, yeah
You got a piece of me
And honestly, my life would suck without you."
• My Life Would Suck Without You, Kelly Clarkson

( 2 ) First Person/Blog/Diary prompts (Private to just your muse, or Public for all to see - your choice)
- Insomnia
- Treatment
- Soulmate

( 3 ) Drabble prompts (100-300 words, first or third person)
- Sympathy
- Rush
- Water

( 4 ) Ten Things (List)
- Ten voicemail messages
- Ten favourite meals
- Ten unforgettable experiences that changed you

( 5 ) Picture Prompts
- ( Police car )
- ( Garden )
- ( Baby )

( 6 ) Misc/Random
- Write about a recurring nightmare you have
- Write about a person you knew who died
- Write about a time you felt powerless

"Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place,
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you?"
• Welcome To My Life, Simple Plan

Stiles should have figured it was going to be a weird and confusing day when his dad sat down at breakfast with him and used pointing out that he wasn't eating his Froot Loops as a segue into the much more difficult subject of suggesting Stiles see a psychiatrist. It didn't stop him feeling blindsided and scared by the time the sun set on the day, though. The heads-up and time to prepare himself wasn't enough.

It hadn't taken much nudging to convince him to go to the appointment at the hospital. Apparently the psychiatrist his dad had made the appointment for him with - 'Only if you want to go,' had been the disclaimer - knew about the werewolves, and the supernatural, and everything that had gone down in Beacon Hills. She knew about Stiles involvement in it, and that his body had been used to wreak havoc and destruction on that very hospital just a few weeks ago. Stiles knew he hadn't been right since the ice bath, and that alone was something he maybe needed to talk to someone about. Maybe it would help him to sit down with someone and actually say, 'Hey, I think I'm losing my mind' rather than just thinking it and bottling it up inside.

( Without even thinking about it, Stiles had sent Isaac a text message asking him to come with him and his dad to the appointment at the hospital that afternoon... )

Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf

Rush

Rose had managed to get to her cell phone and text all three of her sisters, who had rushed over to help her when she had been sure she was in labour, because fucking ouch. It had been bloody painful and she was screaming at them to get Angel’s ass from bloody Boston, and all his fans could go fuck themselves. She might be small, but she certainly could have a big, loud, and colourful vocabulary when she needed to.

But it turned out to just be Braxton-hicks, or a ‘false labour’. Bullshit, there had been nothing false about that pain. Angel had cut his concert short with promises of doing another VIP concert at a date to be confirmed, and rushed back to New York, only to find Rose sitting sulkily and disgruntled after just being told she wasn’t going to have a baby that evening. Now she was left irked that she had destroyed one of her chocolate bunnies, made Angel ruin his concert, AND the knowledge that the pain she had just experienced wasn’t even anything remotely close to what real labour would be like.

Ultimately, she just gave Angel an annoyed whack in the arm, because half of this was his fault, and told him they were stopping at McDonalds on the way home for a sundae. When all else fails... chocolate.

Rose Gresham || Original Character