Therapy

Hunter could feel himself going through the grief process. No two people went through it the same way, and even though it was called a 'process', the stages could come at any time, in any order. He was going to need some sort of therapy for all this. He thought he had more strength because he was a counsellor himself, but you needed more than strength when the person you loved was in danger and had been hurt. He was barely keeping it together. And worse, he was on the opposite side of the country, hundreds of miles away from home.

( He had been up all night, angry that something like Coachella existed, and maybe Cruz could have dodged this horrific bullet of attempting suicide if the temptations hadn't been there right at his fingertips. It was misguided anger, though... )

hunter alexander | original character
( cruz appears here with love and permission )

Misbehave

Jace looked uncertainly at the adult consent form in his hand, and then up at Ainsley standing there with an eager grin on his face. Then he looked back down at the form, and then once again to Ainsley's face. "Ange changed her mind?"

"Yeah!" Ainsley replied with a nod, tugging at his scarf to loosen it. "Belated birthday present."

( Unfortunately, Jace wasn't having the best of days... )

Jace Hartley ► Original Character

Adoration

Casper hadn't been dating his new love, Lance, for very long, so he knew it was going to be a mean feat pulling off planning a surprise birthday party of him. But he absolutely adored him, and he was going to pull out all the stops if it killed him. Thankfully, he had a bit more time up his sleeve, because Lance was away on a couple of weeks of promo touring around the US with his band, so Casper not only had some more days to put his plans into action, Lance wasn't around to spring him on the job.

( They were both big kids, so there was no way this couldn't be one giant excuse to throw a party with as many fun things as he could squeeze into his sprawling loft apartment... )

- Casper Price (OC)
lance valentine objectified with permission and love

Morning

Getting home that morning, Hunter threw his cars onto the kitchen counter and then stopped, bracing his hands on the edge of it. He let his head drop with a sigh of exhaustion, feeling that telltale lump in his throat warning him that he was dangerously close to tears. He hated these moments when he couldn't separate his personal feeling from his professional ones.

Another young patient, lost to suicide. It was such a waste. He was only human, he wanted to make some sense of it. But he wasn't deluded enough to believe that it wasn't senseless. Mental illness could be dangerous, and sometimes, he was going to lose patients in an horrific way. It never got easier. All he had been able to do was pull an all-nighter to be there for the family, trying to help them through.

He only had a session with the girl the day before too. Some inner blame was trying to bubble up inside him, but he was focusing on all that advice he had ever received in debriefing right now. Crashing in bed was what he needed, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Without thinking about it, he took out his phone and hit dial on the top number now with pride and place at the top of his favourites list.

"Meli, babe, sorry I woke you. But do you think you could come over? I don't want to be alone right now..."

hunter alexander | original character

Morning

It's just another morning in Indianapolis, and that's the problem. Shelby gets up, showers and throws on another old T-shirt, makes herself breakfast and sits at her kitchen island finishing her coffee watching the news. Other people would consider this relaxing but not her. She doesn't know what to do with herself.

Everything she has any clue about is done. She's run all of her races. Made all of her gym sessions. Finished all her interviews. Taken her one week in Hawaii to recover. There's a dress hanging in the closet for Tuesday's Championship Celebration but that's the last date circled on her calendar. Right now, she's not Shelby Manning, Verizon IndyCar Series champion and driver of the No. 2 Team Penske Chevrolet.

She's just Shelby, and she's never really figured out how to do that.

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Shelby Manning
Need For Speed OC
136 words

Perfect

Beau knew that eventually, he was going to have to stop staring at the tiny baby in the hospital crib to remember to get some sleep. Eventually wasn't right now, though. He was sitting there with elbows resting on the edge of it, head in his hands just watching the newborn sleeping. He was swaddled in a fluffy blue blanket and still wearing his knitted Yoda ear hat. The last thing anyone gave a fuck about was neutrality. Contrary to popular opinion, some people actually thought the blue and pink thing was cute. If you only had one chance at a baby, you were going to jump in and take the full experience it offered, even all the tiny and insignificant parts.

( He really did try to resist picking him up, but it was impossible... )

beau watson-shaw | original character

There was nothing in the world quite like waiting that could make you run over a thousand things in your head all at once. All the things that you should've looked at before, thought through, and learned from. All the things that were probably too late. Still, here Emily sat, in the quiet of a hospital room, waiting for her brother to wake up and hoping that he would be okay.

Clitty had gone to Angela's. He was safe, and he'd be well taken care of. That much Emily knew. Linc was well taken care of by doctors, with his sister by his side. But there was the overwhelming realization in Emily that, if she'd played her cards differently, she and Ange could've been taking care of each other, too. Instead, it would just be more waiting, alone in the quiet of a hospital room, wishing to hell that there was something to do beyond sitting, waiting, and hoping for the best.

Wait

Tyler didn't want anyone near him. The only people he was even letting near his twin were the doctors and the nurses. He had blocked Nate, he had been holding his parents and younger brother off. None of that would be easy for them, but he wasn't coping and his mind was playing tricks on him again. He was fearing if anyone or anything got close to Jeremy, they would harm him more.

( He hadn't been there the first time Jeremy was harmed. He caused the harm, but he was so mentally incapacitated that he hadn't been present... )

Tyler Peterson || Original Character

Regret

Finlay decided at some point that locking himself in his bedroom with his music up as loud as he could push it without having a noise complaint filed by the neighbours was the best way to handle shit right now. Being snowed in wasn't helping at all. No one could accuse him of not being a typical teenager, because that's exactly what he was. By this point, all things considered, he was epically regretting ever going to that New Year's party back home. It had ruined everything.

( Once again, Africa by Toto was his choice and he had it up loud enough to try to drown the world out for awhile... )

# finlay bennett | original character

Life

In the grander scheme of things, appendicitis wasn't a big deal. What was a big deal was the person you were dating being ill and in pain. It didn't matter the cause, you wanted to do what you could to help them feel better. You wanted to be there until you know for sure they would be okay. Nick just couldn't help but ponder how life had the ability to twist, turn and change so quickly, there was never really a way to map it out.

His life had been a rollercoaster this past twelve months, and to say his heart had been put through the wringer was an understatement. What it had all led him to was here, in this new relationship, that truly brought him a lot of inner peace. It was very new, but already Nick knew it felt right. Cheyne was a sweetheart. He was gorgeous and incredibly talented. But beyond that skin-deep stuff, Cheyne talked to him. He listened. He cared. They enjoyed each other's company and being together. Above and beyond all else, that was all that mattered.

It was nice for Nick to finally feel he was worthy of being someone's lover, and worthy of all the special things that came with it.

nick matheson
[ original character ]

Table set #1.

1: Strength

Athos was a big man. He stood tall; broad shouldered and looked harder and meaner than most men. Some would go as far as to add even his head was big but they never said that to his face. There were plenty of whispered rumors about Athos, even though there was nothing ever firm about the validity of the whispers. As tall, broad shouldered and mean looking as he was, he never had to be heavy handed to halt the whispering. A single, hard, moody look always managed to clear a room and let him get back to his drinking.

2: Music

Once, in another life, he remembers music. He recalls the name of the genre: Baroque. He was well versed to be trained in dancing to the genre. He now can only recall one type of music, not at all proper for a high bred man like him self. The sounds were music to his heart. It was the soft way she whispered his name when they were together. The sound of his hand caressing across her skin. The way she laughed. The way he laughed with her. But that was once, in another life, when he remembered music.

[Athos|BBC Musketeers|Canon]

Life

When you were a doctor, you were reminded every day how fragile life could be. When you were a pediatrician, every day you hoped that wouldn't be one of those days. Children often seemed so resilient. It seemed to be adults who couldn't cope with shit. Children could carry the weight of the world on their shoulders with injury and illness, and still transform to a fantasy world dressed as Superman and let their imaginations run wild. Some grown adults were out there moping for weeks on end because of broken relationships, or getting pissed off that someone said something that offended them. They hold grudges, they judge, they bitch, they whine, they complain, and they moan.

( Yet Richie could come to work to a kid terminal from neuroblastoma, who had the most gorgeous smile, the brightest stories to tell, and strength and courage to still keep fighting... )

= Richie Jameson =
original character

Attraction

When Brett woke up with a hangover, he was pretty sure it was a miracle he didn't have a wet dream. There had been one hell of a sex dream, and as rotten as he was feeling waking up with a hangover from hell, he had to give kudos to the vodka and Red Bull for plying his brain with the makings of a really hot dream.

( Of course, it probably would have been a lot safer if the person in the fantasy was just a faceless person with exceptional skills and not his brother's best friend... )

brett jennings
original character

Wait

Brett was usually a stereotypical sort of guy. He liked sports, fart jokes were hilarious, and he wasn't the sort to cry. It wasn't that he didn't feel emotion, it was just more likely that he would cover up feelings with blokey stuff like thumping a punching bag or hooking up to get laid so he didn't have to think about it.

( The funeral for Zoran's father was going to change all that. Brett wasn't prepared for what happened... )

brett jennings
original character

Believe

Karla wasn’t sure she knew what it meant to believe in love after the incredible pain of her past. Sure she knew what it was to love people… She loved her parents, her dearest friends, and more than anyone else in the world, she loved Richie. But the idea of falling in love, letting someone into her life in a close and intimate way, terrified her. Or at least it had until she met Carter. He was different, and that had been undeniable from the very start. He had something about him that made her want to get to know him better.

( And just as Richie had said, when you were dating someone, and all those small things were going nicely, it was only natural that you would want to be closer and more intimate with that person... )

Bitch

Adrian thought Richie had been a tiny little bit of a naughty bitch trying to keep from him that he wasn't well. Adrian wasn't pissed or annoyed with him, though. Not even a hint. In fact, he thought it was quite sweet and understandable because Richie just didn't want to be a pain in the ass. He didn't want Adrian to think he was high maintenance. Adrian thought he was anything but.

( This time, there were no flight delays and he got back to New York relatively quickly after Richie's mom went over his head in an Executive Mom Decision to text Adrian and give him the heads-up... )

+ adrian hewitt
original character

protect

Cassandra will never tell anyone this, but she wants to protect Alex. In such a short time, she's already become somewhat fond of him - his desire to do good, his tenacity, his sense of humor that entertains her even though she has to hide it. She wants to see him do well. And she feels an obligation to Ginny; all she can do for her late friend is to help the man she loved. Cassandra knows Alex will never feel anything kind for her. He considers her part of The House, the lesser of two evils. But that won't keep her from wanting to protect him, even if he throws her through that window in the end.

cassandra king
the player
117 words

A Big Mistake

Zed made the big mistake of thinking he could just try to carry on as normal once prescribed a heavy dose of PEP. The doctors at the hospital told him he may get side effects, but not everyone did. However, they also said that the people who did were generally hit pretty hard with them. The added disclaimer was that, if you do get the side effects, you have to just keep pushing on through them because PEP was the most effective defense against potential HIV exposure - to lessen the chances of contracting the infection.

( The first day lulled him into a false sense of security... )

- ZED BLAZE -
original character

Take a chance

"Shelby, I need you to go left."

Surprise doesn't cover what she's feeling when she hears Shane say that. It takes her half a second to look down at the lower racing line and see that the narrow air between Marco and Ed is almost too close for them, let alone sticking another car in there.

"Left? I can't go left. There's not enough room."

She tells him without an ounce of doubt, which is why she's surprised when she hears him snap back at her a moment later, his tone like a sledgehammer. Sudden and unyielding.

"There will be room. Just do it."

Shelby looks again, wonders if Shane really knows what he's doing. Wonders if he might be about to get her wrecked. But she flicks the wheel and leans on the throttle, and it's just as she's coming up on their back tires that Ed moves up a line and like the sea parting, it's nothing but clean air. Which is good, because she needs to catch her breath after a razor-close move like that.

As she's making up two positions, she realizes that no matter how well they do or don't get along, she's just going to have to trust him.

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Shelby Manning Martin
Need For Speed OC
208 words

Trapped

Drivers are not supposed to get out of the car after a crash. I can't get out of the car. I can't stand up. My head is swimming and for a minute I'm not entirely sure where I am. I resist a wave of nausea by taking a deep breath. That makes me aware of a sharp pain in my chest that I'll find out is two bruised ribs.

Peter has been in my ear asking for me to say something for 75 seconds now; I try a shallower breath, tell him I'm okay. "This is not good," I say to myself as the safety team arrives, helps me out of the car. They'll have to tow it off the track. I get to take the ride to the infield care center.

Every IndyCar driver, every professional racing driver, wrecks at some point in their career. It's just a matter of time and whether or not you can walk away. In retrospect I'll appreciate that all I have is a concussion and bruised ribs. But right now, staring at the ceiling waiting for the doctor, all I'm thinking is I screwed that up.

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Shelby Manning Martin
Need For Speed OC
195 words

Chaos

The attack on the house was so sudden that I wasn't thinking. A goddamn rocket launcher had just shot through the living room and armed soldiers were swarming the place. Soldiers that were trying to kill the man I loved. He didn't want to give me the gun; I wanted it, wanted to protect him when I should've been letting him protect me, wanted to fight for my family that I didn't want to lose.

I raised that gun and I pulled the trigger. Three times. I saw the man in front of me and I saw the bullets go through his head. Everyone tells me that I was doing what I had to do; that I was acting in self-defense and I have nothing to be ashamed of. But I watched a man die because of something I did. For the rest of my life, I'm going to be a killer. And I'll never stop wishing that I had made another choice.

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Shelby Manning Martin
Need For Speed OC
165 words

Detached

I'm supposed to be detached from my work right now. Spending a week off at an expensive resort with just the man I love. No phone calls, no media, no obligations. But I can't stop looking forward. Thinking about how I could have been better - if I could've won one more race, or not crashed in Louisiana, or fought harder in Fontana. Worrying about if I can reach that same standard next year. I'm a champion and I'm still looking to be better. I don't know if that's aspiring to greatness, or sadness that I can't just be happy.

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Shelby Manning Martin
Need For Speed OC
100 words

He'd regretted the decision almost immediately after leaving the shop. His subject had gotten the call around three in the morning about her grandmother's passing. Lightly salted scrambled eggs sat untouched on the table as he watched her sit solemnly on the tiny love seat, clearly upset. Several phone calls were placed early that morning; both by himself and by her; including booking flights to Dallas. Last minute changes were never good, but clearly unavoidable in this scenario.

No, Lisa was off to Dallas that night and that meant Jackson was, as well. The funeral was scheduled for the day after she arrived and much to his relief, she'd be catching the red eye back to Miami. It wasn't ideal, but at least he wasn't going to have to avoid her mourning family members. Having her alone was paramount to the job. He'd make it work. That's what he did. His job.

But as he left the shop, he knew he'd stepped far out of line in his duties. He'd spent far too long on the Reisert girl. Knowing your mark was important and he made the excuse often, but he knew if his employer could see him right now, they'd terminate the contract with him and hand it off to someone else. Someone who wouldn't send a rather ostentatious bouquet of orchids to the funeral of his mark's grandmother. It was safe, he felt. She'd never know. He had used a fake name, left the sympathy card unsigned. There was nothing attaching him to the transaction. Nothing but his suddenly overdeveloped sentimentality.

Thank god it would be over soon. He needed to get as far away from Lisa Reisert as humanly possible.

Jackson Rippner | Red Eye | Canon

Nerves

Driver introductions. I can hear the pop song they're blasting over the PA through the wall. We're leaning against it, each of us waiting to be called. Me and the other twenty-two people who are my friends and my enemies simultaneously. I check the collar strap on my fire suit just to have something to do with my hands. Try not to think about how today will happen or how I want it to happen. Glance between Will and Scott to make sure they're still there. Take a deep breath to stop the rapid beat of my heart. Then go.

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Shelby Manning Martin
Need For Speed OC
100 words

Friend

Yesterday was Scott's birthday. There was a huge party, and I couldn't stop smiling. I got to introduce him to Frank. Meet a lot of his other friends. Have a reason to get dressed up and not hate it. Probably because I still remember looking up to him when I was a kid in ELMS. He was a three-time series champion and Indy 500 winner; one of the guys I wanted to be. Now I've called him a mentor, a colleague, a teammate, a rival and a friend. We're still competitors, but I'm lucky to have him in my life.

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Shelby Manning Martin
Need For Speed OC
100 words

NEW

Lisa distractedly re-tied the sash of her silk bathrobe while she debated if she had time to go make a cuppa while she waited. She was English, tea should be able to soothe any situation. It had to be better than the absentminded pacing back and forth in front of the toilet she had just caught herself doing.

( Instead, she paused to give herself a long, hard look in the mirror... )

Lisa Drake
Original Character

Isolation

Isolation had never been the way Connor did things. He was a manslut, and the life of the party anywhere he went. He liked to drink and dance and fuck and have a good time. It was literally the biggest part of who he was. His own sister had long since given up hope of getting him to settle down anytime soon, and had instead introduced him to all the gorgeous gay guys she knew that were just looking for a good time. Because Connor was a good time, and he knew it. It wasn’t something he was ashamed of.

But in the wake of what had happened before Christmas, Connor had become very good at isolation. If he’d been a sarcastic bitch before, it had doubled now. He closed himself off to everyone, even to his friends. But not to Chase. Chase was the one person he could go to and feel safe. It was nothing like what he’d had before – a mixture of guys who loved that he was a slut and a good lay and left it at that, guys who judged him for being a slut and literally told him he was the kind of person that gave gay guys a bad name, or guys who wanted to tie him down and own him.

Chase was none of those things. He let Connor be Connor, but when Connor needed someone who would fuck the pain away, hold him without holding him down, and let him keep right on being him without trying to change him, that would always, and without fail, be Chase.

Soul

The general consensus was that you had one soul mate, but Lee knew he had two. To spoon and be spooned at the same time wasn’t something everyone would get to experience, but it was one of Lee’s favourite things. His lovers knew he could have a diva streak a mile wide, but they still loved him. The funny thing was, he couldn’t remember the last time they had an actual argument. They disagreed, they all had their moments of bad moods, but they didn’t fight. Not since that one time they had a three-way punch up when they were still in high school and swore not to fall into that trap again (or give each other concussions or bloody noses).

( Lee was sitting on the floor with piles and piles of wedding notes, samples, swatches, invoices, and lists for their friends’ wedding coming up on Valentine’s Day... )

lee mckenna
original character

Unexpected

It had been a hell of a long time since Caden woke up with someone in his bed. So much so that he got a fright when he first woke; jumping when he shifted and his hand brushed against a smooth, bare back beside him. In the first few moments of hazy wakefulness, it was unexpected. In fact, the whole turn of events the evening before that led to him waking with company had been unexpected.

He melted back against his pillow, taking a few beats to orientate himself with a sleepy rub of his eyes and a stifled yawn. He checked the clock for the time, always part of his morning ritual. Then it was a crossroads. He could get up and head to the bathroom, going about his normal daily routine as the early riser he was... or he could stay in bed. He reached and brushed the backs of his fingers over Casper’s bare shoulder. “You awake?” he enquired in a husky whisper, but all he was answered with was deep and even breathing, no sign of rousing at all.

The clock was checked for a second time, if only to buy him a couple of moments more to make the vital choice. But soon, he rolled onto his side and slowly, carefully, cuddled up against Casper’s back and slipped an arm around his waist. No thought was behind his next gesture, a soft kiss at the nape of Casper’s neck. For a morning person, it sure was exceptionally easy for him to doze back off again.

- caden drake -
original character

Breakdown

Sometimes you just needed to be alone. Sometimes you needed to stop and let yourself feel all the things you were trying to suspend up inside you to keep it together. People care, and they worried because they cared, but you couldn’t please everyone and do what was ultimately the best course of action.

He woke up way too early that morning after all of an hour or two of sleep which was broken and restless. Grayson was still asleep beside him, so he exited the bed carefully and quietly, pulling the bedroom door over behind him when he left the room. The tight coiled knot in his stomach could have been mistaken for nausea, but pent up emotion could cause even the most stable of souls to feel sick like you would never shake it.

Getting to the bathroom, he lent back against the door trying to catch his breath but instead of throwing up or fumbling for a glass of water, he just... broke down. All it took was one sob, and he crumbled, sliding down the door and curling up into a ball. It wasn’t like he hadn’t cried since the whole awful turn of events, but not like this. He pressed the back of his hand to his mouth in a vain attempt to muffle the sobs, but it was a pointless effort. The flood gates had opened, and he honestly had no idea how he was going to stop.

Riley Bryant || Original Character

"Here is the tragedy: when you are the victim of depression, not only do you feel utterly helpless and abandoned by the world, you also know that very few people can understand, or even begin to believe, that life can be this painful." - Giles Andreae


Ella Fitzgerald plays from an old record player in his front room. Down the hall passed the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, there is a spare room lined with paintings- some stacked to the side of the wall. Before an eisel with a fresh canvas stands Fabian. A black cloak splattered with paint drapes off his body, a cigarette hangs from his lips. To the side: a small table holds a bottle of red wine and a glass almost empty.

( He inhales and starts to mix paints )

Fabian Malstrom. Original Character. 278 words 1520 characters

Unexpected

It was a rainy, miserable day, and Nathan was trying not to take it as some sort of sign. He had worked a short shift at the hospital that morning, and now he was standing on the steps out the front of City Hall, huddled with Tyler by one of the large pylons. The fact that Tyler was even here again with him was unexpected. He never, for a moment, expected this would be an appointment they kept.

He was fussing, brushing the droplets of water softly off Tyler’s sleeves and pulling his coat tighter around him so he didn’t get a chill now the weather was cooling. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart? I think we should at least have Germ here– ”

“No,” Tyler cut him off with a shake of his head and looked to Nathan with a frown. “I don’t want anyone here. I’ll tell him after.”

Nathan’s eyes swept over Tyler’s face, a small, troubled frown on his own. He knew why. This was merely just trying to put one tiny thing right out of all the horrific things that went wrong. But Tyler needed it to not be remotely like it was back then; a big flashy white wedding poised to happen. He couldn’t let even the tiniest facet of this tempt fate for history to repeat itself. In his pocket, his hand was closed around a velvet ring box housing two identical wedding rings that he had kept in his drawer for many months.

He looked up at the dreary, drizzling sky, such a distinct contrast to the perfect weather that had been predicted for their planned wedding back then. This was not how he ever imagined it. But after everything that had happened, nothing in their life ever would be anymore.

Nathan Mitchell | Original Character | 299 words

Inner Strength

Inner strength wasn’t something Justin ever had much of. When he was weak, he was weak in the mind, body and soul. Every fibre of him struggled to function. What he really wanted to do was track his biological mother down where she was staying in the City and just hurt her, to somehow match all the ways she hurt him over the years. The hardest part about his illness would always be the self-destruction. He held an empty glass in his hands, rolling it back and forth between his palms. He had really tried to wrap his head around the fact his mom had shown up to take him back to Chicago, but it just sent all his thoughts and emotions derailing into another proverbial trainwreck in his head.

( TRIGGER WARNING: Self harm... )

Justin Campbell
Original Character

STRANGE

It had been such a long time that Simon had woken up naked with someone that it was a strange phenomenon to be doing it that morning. He was too warm and too comfortable to jolt awake too quickly. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the small sliver of light coming in through a crack in the blinds right across his face, he would probably have kept right on snoozing contently.

He was lying on his stomach, face smooshed snugly into the pillow, and there was an arm hugged around his waist and a leg draped over his. He glanced over his shoulder very briefly to analyse the other person sharing his bed and smirked sleepily at Lance who was still dead to the world. This was probably the part where Simon should get up and call it an end to a one-nighter. But something was different this time. He didn’t know what, but it could wait. For now, he was just going to shuffle back into Lance a little more and close his eyes again. He was pretty sure he could get used to this feeling...

@ simon sinclair ( original chracter )

SPEECHLESS

( Cut for Teen Wolf 4x01 spoilers... )

Stiles Stilinski // Teen Wolf // + Progress Table

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

Unexpected

Corey just sat there in shock. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Cry? Throw up? Wet himself? Shout? Scream? Hit something? Instead, he just sat there on the sofa between his parents, dark eyes locked on the surface of the coffee table separating him from Euan and Julie sitting across from them.

It was like his ears were blocked, and all he could hear through it was an unusual ringing. Goosebumps prickled his skin and he was shaking, the unexpected news having hit him like a freight train. In the end, he didn’t do any of those things. He wasn’t even sure if anyone was waiting for his reaction, but after awhile of tuning everything out around him, he just got up off the sofa and numbly walked out without looking back.

Corey Fitzpatrick ♦ Original Character

Drabble #6: Massage

Stiles hadn’t quite been himself today, and he’d spent quite a bit of time outside trying to calm himself down so as not to say anymore hurtful things to the people that he cared about. Before he came back inside, Isaac had put on quiet, soothing music and brought a bag of Cheetos up to Stiles’ room.

When Stiles came into the room, Isaac met him with a soft kiss, hearing his apology, and assuring him that he loved him and understood. “Lie down, babe,” he murmured, before joining Stiles in bed to gently massage the tension from his shoulders.

[Progress Table]

Goodbye

It’s a rainy day when they head to the cemetery. Smith’s glad it’s a rainy day. It’s cloudy, no sun, just the way Jasper would have preferred it. Jasper could only go out on days like this, so he knows today is fitting. Smith hasn't said much all day but he knows no one minds, no one expects him to. He’s lucky to have the friends he does, who have helped him take care of all of this along the way. All of those friends are here now with him, holding him up, helping him keep it together. Without them, he feels like he might crumble right into the dirt below his feet, so he holds on. He holds on because he wants to live.

He doesn’t know how to say goodbye, doesn't even know where to begin, but when they lower the coffin into the ground, into the darkness, he knows this is it. This is real, and it’s time.

Smith//Kaboom
161 Words

Sexy

Waking up with a hangover naked in bed with an equally naked body beside you could either be good or bad. That morning, for Chase, it was probably about equal amounts of both with a side order of amused smugness... that lasted all of 7.5 seconds before the enormity of the situation hit him. He looked over his shoulder, double-checking that the body who was there was who he was assuming it was.

Cameron.

Shit, this couldn’t be good. They were divorced. And before that, their marriage had crashed and burned for a variety of reasons. Then before even that, they had slept together for the first time when Cameron had been high on drugs after a splash injury at work where she thought she might end up Positive. Their history was extremely tumultuous. So, why the hell did she have to look so goddamn fucking sexy lying there with her blonde hair strewn across the pillow and just the most teasing of hints of breast and arse cleft on display? Not fair.

He didn’t know whether he should stay or leave quickly before she woke up and things got awkward. If he left, she would probably be pissed. But if he stay, probably pissed and indignant that it should never have happened. That might be a conversation better had not in person. He carefully rolled onto his back and sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the hotel room.

If it was all so wrong, then why did it all feel so fucking right?

Dr. Robert Chase || House, M.D. || References THIS

Volatile

Xavier was only barely hanging onto his own shaky and volatile control. Greg was in their bed, weak and groggy, lying there while Wesley attended to the large, blooded gashes from his neck down to his chest. Xavier had been able to heal the smaller wounds, but the ones Trystan had caused attacking his brother when Greg made the terrible mistake of trying to pull him off Skye... they would take a lot longer to heal. Days, even. For now, they had to fall back on human remedy, and it was fortunate they had a doctor friend who could suture and dress the wound so Greg didn’t keep bleeding all over the place.

( Greg was weak, and therefore so was Xavier... )

♠ Xavier Louis Carlisle
Original Character // Kindred: The Embraced/Vampire: The Masquerade
- Follows THIS

Visit

As much as Skye loved her loft apartment in the city, it was often nice to come stay out at Xavier and Greg's estate to clear her head and be waited on hand and foot. That was one of the upsides of being a Kindred Vessel, even if her choice of that had been purely selfish because she got an epic pleasurable rush from being fed on. It was just an added perk that both her boys were fucking hot, and it usually led to her watching them get it on together. So, she was a kinky bitch. Sure. She had no fucks to give.

( She was at the manor now more as a favour, however. With Luka staying there in the wake of his suicide attempt, she was on-hand to help with any 'mortal' or 'human' things he might need, still being one like she was... )

✿ Skye Love { kindred: the embraced | original character }
- Jett is itsmylife, follows THIS

Life

Being a doctor in an Emergency Room was hard on any general day, but it was always that much more difficult when someone you knew showed up in your resus bay. It had been a crazy night and Riley had been run off his feet. He was at the tail end of his shift when the MVA was called ahead as being three minutes out. It was the third car crash of the night and by this point, he was running on adrenaline. He was tugging on some fresh gloves when the paramedics rushed their patient through the bustling corridors of the ER, Riley running along by the gurney with them as they started to give him handover.

( ‘Emilio Alvarez, twenty five year old male...’ )

Dr. Riley Bryant // Original Character

DESIRE
( contains supernatural themes )
Seamus had gone over a century without feeling the level of intense desire that Luka had triggered inside him. For so long, it had only ever been music that ignited any distinct sense of passion in him. He was a minority in his Kind, but that was always how it had been for him.

How it had been until now. He wasn’t ready to pause and try to analyse this yet, because there was a part of him that truly feared what he would discover if he did. Instead, in his dressing room backstage of the theatre, he had Luka pressed up against the wall and the passion had swelled so rapidly, that Luka’s shirt was already torn off and shed to the floor. Seamus was kissing him hungrily and Luka was returning it with just as much heat. The Aussie hottie’s hand were possessively on Seamus’ ass, which was soon squeezed with determination.

( Seamus pulled back out of the kiss, eyes now silver and fangs bared with an edacious smile... )

Seamus O'Reilly
- kindred: the embraced oc -
desperatebeliever used with love and permission

FAILURE

There weren’t any positive thoughts going through Noah’s mind right now. It was easy to let the notion of failure take over everything when you were feeling like you were so rock bottom, you couldn’t make it up again. Here he was, restrained in a hospital bed because he was classified as violence and suicidal. The room was bleak, no windows, no pictures on the walls – everything that could be classified as something he could use for self harm was eradicated.

Only now, he was too sick to fight or be violent. His chest was painful from coughing and throwing up, he couldn’t move even if he wanted to. He felt like a vegetable, and he felt like it was never going to stop. When he cried now, he barely noticed the tears they came so easily. This time, he was curled up on his side, arms wrapped around a little plush dragon that was a gift from Euan’s son, Ciaran. It was the only thing in the world Noah owned anymore, and at that moment, it was a priceless treasure for him where otherwise felt like he as losing his mind. Once again, more tears came and more painful nausea was engulfing him to join forces with the loneliness that was forever eating away inside him.

Noah Cameron :: Original Character :: 215 words

Ridiculous

Emilio’s patience had been so short-lived, it was ridiculous. He was ashamed and knew that Cole wasn’t the only one who fucked up. This was going to be hard... very, very hard. He had given Cole his word that he wanted to help him with this, so responding to Cole’s drug and booze-soaked anger when he fell off the three-days-clean wagon, Emilio knew he could have had much better coping skills with it.

He now let himself into Cole’s apartment with the key Cole had given him at the start of all this. It had been Cole’s idea, and Emilio had appreciated the trust. It was a large apartment, but it was in a mess. He just stepped over whatever was lying down and went through to Cole’s bedroom. He was lying sprawled prone across his bed, with the remnants of a bender on his nightstand. A mirror with white powder residue, a spent bottle of black label Smirnoff vodka, an overflowing ashtray, and even a couple of used needles with a belt used to restrict circulation. Cole was shirtless and unconscious, and probably would be for some time.

( Emilio tiredly rubbed at his head, shaking it helplessly... )

Emilio Alvarez
{ original character }

Expectation

As far as Dillon was concerned, this jetlag bollocks was almost as bad as a hangover. As he filed off the plane with all the other bodies, not unlike herded cattle, his eyeballs felt like they were almost hanging out of their sockets and he had a dull headache that had been threatening for the last hour or so of his flight.

The airport looked just like any other. He didn’t know what was so fucking special about New York. Just because it was a bloody giant city, that didn’t mean everyone wanted to be there. He certainly didn’t. He was expecting it to be crap. He was an Irishman. He was used to fresh air, rolling green hills, and being a stone’s throw away from awesome pubs, no matter where you were.

( But he had fucked up, and he had fucked up royally... )

+ Dillon O'Leary // Original Character

Cuddle

The illuminated numbers on the digital clock beside Guy’s bed told Mitch it was 2.56am. It was one of those nights that there was so much going on his head, the past colliding with the present, and making the future impossible to understand. Maybe it would have been the appropriate thing for him to have gone to bed in Guy’s guest room, but when Ben left, it was really late and they just went to bed together in Guy’s room. Guy crashed out, sprawled on his stomach with his hand a loose fist beside his nose on the pillow.

Mitch had laid there for hours in the dark, sleep not coming, but listening to the deep, even breaths coming from Guy’s side of the bed. Soon, he got up and went to get a glass of water, figuring it might break the stirring of thoughts inside his mind and invite sleep. When it didn’t help, he padded up the hall back to the master bedroom and then just stood in the doorway, nursing the glass to his chest and watching Guy sleep bathed in the stream of light from the hall.

He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, let alone anything in the future. All he knew was that he hadn’t been sure he would ever get the chance to hold Guy again, to watch him sleep, feel him close, hear his voice. He quietly flicked the hall light out and went into the room to set the glass of water on the nightstand. Without letting himself think twice, he pulled back the covers again and slid into the bed to lie up close behind Guy, who was now asleep on his side. There was a beat or two and then Mitch slipped his arm around Guy, spooning him and pressing a soft, tender kiss to the nape of his neck.

Now he felt like he was home.

- Mitchell Marcus ( original character )

Fear of the unknown

With the help of some painkillers, Rose had finally fallen asleep and Angel was sitting quietly in the dim maternity unit room holding her hand and watching her sleep. She had the fetal monitor strapped around her belly and embracing the barely visible baby bump there, filling the room with the soft but rhythmic thud-thud of the baby’s heartbeat. It was soothing and cathartic for Angel after the stressful and worrisome prior hours. They didn’t know what was going to happen, or if everything would be okay. All they could do was hope, and hope like hell.

He had a notebook open on the bed beside her and he was penning lyrics to a new song, pouring his feelings out onto paper. But he paused, and placed the pen down on the paper atop the messy scrawls. After a moment or two of hesitation, not wanting to wake her, he placed his hand on her belly just above the monitor and his fingers caressed the soft skin there.

“So, even if this is kind of crazy, I just want you to know that I’m your daddy, and if you can just hang tight in there, sweetheart, and get used to these... these hostile environments, I promise that I will do everything I can to fight for you. Once we meet, I promise I’ll be the best daddy to ever walk the earth, and I’m going to be there for everything. All the things that are important to you, your mommy and me are going to be there cheering you on. Even though you’re only about the size of an apricot, I just want you to know that I love you. I do. I can’t explain it, but I do. Please just be okay?” He was choking up then and just leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to Rose’s stomach. He would give up everything he achieved just to make this all okay.

Angel Shaw // Original Character