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145.4. Drabble

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 )

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134.4. Drabble

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

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130.4. Drabble

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

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128.4. Drabble

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

Current Mood: apathetic

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128.4.2 - drabble

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

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118.4. Drabble

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

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117.4 Drabble || Wait

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.

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117.4. Drabble

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

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114.4. Drabble

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

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113.4. Drabble

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 ]

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Table set #1- Drabbles

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]

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113.4. Drabble

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

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113.4. Drabble

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

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111.4. Drabble

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

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110.4 || Drabble Prompts

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... )

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107.4. Drabble

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

Current Mood: calm

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105

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

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104.4. Drabble

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

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104.4.1 - drabble

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

Current Mood: sore

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103.4.2 - drabble

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