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Prompt Table Challenge - Chrysanthemum, Narcissus, Marigold, Baby Breath, Carnation, & Bleeding Hear
Title: Friends Again?
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Alexa/Ava, Brittney (OFCs)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: The Language of Flowers - Chrysanthemum
Word Count: 416
Summary: Regular Tuesday coffee takes an awkward turn when Brittney and Alexa discuss Alexa's new girlfriend.
Alexa sipped her coffee as her friend and she walked away from their favorite corner shop where they met every Tuesday. Normally, Alexa and Brittney would have been well into complaining about work or giggling about the latest exploits of their pets by now, but this week there was a tenseness between them. They both quietly walked, watching the steam from their cups, waiting for the other to say something.
Brittney was the first to crack. “So, Ava was nice.”
Alexa smiled. “She really liked meeting you. I told her she had nothing to worry about, but you know the girlfriend meeting the best friend for the first time...” Alexa wiggled her head back and forth like she was doing a little jig from the neck up, letting the motion finish her sentence for her.
“Yeah,” Brittney replied, completely lacking enthusiasm.
“What?” Alexa stopped.
“I... look, don't take this the wrong way, she's nice. I'm just trying to process still.” Brittney was working way too hard to avoid eye-contact.
“Process what?” Alexa challenged.
“I just never thought...”
“Thought what?”
“Well, I mean, you're a lesbian.” Brittney finally looked at her.
“Right, hence the girlfriend.” Alexa arched an eyebrow.
“And everyone in our circle is a lesbian.”
“True.” She drew out the word, hoping Brittney would come to a point.
“So it's just a little surprising.” Brittney turned away again.
“What is surprising?”
Brittney waved her arms around in her own little personal explosion. “...Your girlfriend is six foot five and has a dick.”
“So?” Alexa deadpanned.
“What do you mean 'so'?” Brittney's voice reached a level of screeching only dogs should have been able to hear.
Unlike her friend, Alexa remained calm. “She's still a woman.”
“Yeah, I mean, eventually.” Brittney was obviously still trying to wrap her brain around the concept.
“No, she's a woman.” Alexa asserted.
“How do you two even...”
“None of your business.” Alexa started walking again.
Brittney sprinted to catch up. They were both silent a few moments.
“I'm being an idiot.”
Alexa nodded and sipped her coffee.
“And you're happy?”
Alexa nodded again.
“Then I'm happy.”
Alexa hip checked her lightly. Brittney laughed.
“What was with all the screaming I heard in the background last time I called?”
“Rodney found a squirrel.”
“You know you cat is batshit, right?”
And Tuesdays were back to normal again.
Title: I Fall to Pieces
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Hannah/Madison (OFCs)
Rating: R
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Narcissus
Word Count: 312
Summary: Hannah tries to move on from this all consuming thing between them.
Hannah took a deep breath. Her skin still tingled from the night before, still feeling the rush. She tried to take deep breaths to center herself, to come back to reality, but it was no use. Madison still had her even though she was miles away by now. She didn't know what to call this thing they had. They weren't really together, not since the move, but neither of them could move on either. Each of them found excuses to call or video chat or just be in the same city whenever they could. It didn't matter if it had been hours or months since they had seen each other. It was instantaneous, no one else was in the room, heated, teenagers rushing in the back of cars attraction.
They needed to stop. They couldn't.
Hannah inhaled deeply. Her shirt still smelled like Madison. She changed for work, getting distracted by the bruises and bite marks in the mirror. She had to examine and relive each one. The feel of Madison's fingers on her skin was a ghost still living with her. Her lips were still swollen. They'd been kissing like they needed to consume each other.
They had nothing outside this all-consuming physical thing. Nothing. They'd tried a real relationship. They'd nearly killed each other. That's why they both agreed to move, hoping distance would give them a chance to start over. Instead, it had just fueled this thing, this amazing, exhilarating, toxic thing between them.
Hannah's phone chimed. It was a text. A short video of Madison leaning in to kiss the lens. Hannah played it twelve times, before she decided to call in sick.
She needed food, a shower, clean clothes, sleep. Instead, she spent the day reliving last night.
Sometime after she realized the sun had gone down, Hannah decided maybe it might be time for professional help.
Title: We've Been Dead for Awhile
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Hazel/Lucia (OFCs)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: The Language of Flowers - Marigold
Word Count: 115
Summary: They both know its over, but they're still going through the motions anyway.
Hazel picked up Lucia's favorite candy bar in the checkout line out of habit more than anything else. Nothing had any real affection anymore. They still went through the motions. Nothing was hostile. There wasn't enough left to muster that kind of hate. They both knew it was over, neither really knew when. It had been months since they'd had a conversation that didn't sound scripted and prerecorded. Neither really listened anymore. But no one was cheating, no one was screaming, and daily life went through its motions without interruption, even if it didn't have any warmth. It was still a comfortable bit of misery and no one was willing to pull the trigger yet.
Title: Hostess with the Mostess
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Rebecca/Andrea (OFCs)
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Baby Breath
Word Count: 331
Summary: They're the perfect couple, even if one of them occasionally leaves a dragon in the fridge.
Rebecca had, as far back as anyone could remember, wanted to be a housewife. Not just a housewife. She wanted the heels and pearls, vacuuming in heels, perfect make-up, enviable dinner parties, welcome basket to the new neighbors, perfect holiday decorations, and all the neighbors wondering how she did it levels of housewifery. Wanting something so traditional had been problematic in her romantic life. Luckily, she had met Andrea.
Andrea didn't care about whether or not she found the housewife of all housewives. She had been the one to see past Rebecca's veneer and fallen for her dry wit, unshakable optimism, and unending kindness. Andrea just wanted Rebecca to be happy and supported all of her endeavors, even the ones that involved making deviled eggs shaped like penguins for eighty with only three hours' notice.
That did not mean their relationship was without challenges. Andrea was a witch. A well-meaning, absent-minded witch, who had a tendency to leave unexpected things in unexpected places.
Rebecca opened the fridge and closed it again immediately. “Andrea, darling, why is there a dragon in the fridge?”
Andrea popped her head in the doorway. Pencils stuck in her hair and a stray post-it note was stuck to her sweater. “What was that dear?”
“There's a dragon. In the fridge.” Rebecca tried to keep her tone docile. It wasn't the first wayward creature in their fridge, but it was the first uncontained one and she worried about the marinating roast she had for Sunday's potluck.
“Oh, that. He was trying to eat the cat.”
“What cat?” Rebecca asked with alarm.
“Right. I hadn't had a chance to tell you. We got a cat,” Andrea said the last bit with the kind of fake enthusiasm one musters up for surprise birthday parties.
Rebecca took a deep breath. She loved Andrea, really, but it would be lovely if she warned her before she brought home an animal. Their house was turning into a petting zoo.
Title: Pet Project
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Narrator/Narrator's Roommate
Rating: R
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Carnation
Word Count: 302
Summary: She was trying to kill me.
She was trying to kill me. I hadn't been sure before, but now, definitely. I watched her wander our apartment back and forth, curlers in her hair, cigarette held in one hand, the book she was reading aloud from in the other, naked. I couldn't tell you a word of it, but she deemed it important that I hear it before we go out. Not together mind you. At least not like that. It would be another party, where she would introduce me to people she had deemed it important for me to know, then she'd abandon me to charm the room.
I was her pet project. We'd met by chance in a study group and we both needed roommates. I was on my own for the first time and no experience with, well, anything. She'd found me fascinating and decided we must live together so that I could be molded. Into what, I wasn't sure.
I was pretty sure me falling in love with her hadn't been part of her plan. It certainly hadn't been part of mine. I hadn't even known... well, I had just assumed I wasn't interested in anyone. Surprise. I'd always hated surprises.
Moments like this didn't help. She had to know. Didn't she? My face has always betrayed every thought I'd ever had, why would this be any different?
She dropped her book, leaned down to where I was lounging on couch, and attacked my mouth. It wasn't the first time. By the time I could get myself coordinated enough to respond properly, she was pulling away, as always. She padded over to selection of outfits she had laid out on the table and asked which shade of blue I thought Mark would like best on her.
Yes, most definitely. She was trying to kill me.
Title: Not Happening
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Mira & Jenny (OFCs)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Bleeding Heart
Word Count: 137
Summary: Mira has an unwelcome realization.
“Oh, fuck,” was all Mira could think of. It had been staring her in the face for months, but it just finally clicked as she watched Jenny sing, “My boyfriend's in band,” wink, and turn away shyly. This was bad. She didn't think of the girl that way. Hell, she was old enough to be... well not her mother, but, like, her aunt or something. Mira had always just assumed Jenny hung out with the band because they were fun, for lack of a better word. She said she loved their music. She was a huge fan and ended up partying with them after every local show and then later just in general. She'd been to Mira's farm, met her kid, Hell, she'd hung out with her wife.
This had to be nipped in the bud now.
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Alexa/Ava, Brittney (OFCs)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: The Language of Flowers - Chrysanthemum
Word Count: 416
Summary: Regular Tuesday coffee takes an awkward turn when Brittney and Alexa discuss Alexa's new girlfriend.
Alexa sipped her coffee as her friend and she walked away from their favorite corner shop where they met every Tuesday. Normally, Alexa and Brittney would have been well into complaining about work or giggling about the latest exploits of their pets by now, but this week there was a tenseness between them. They both quietly walked, watching the steam from their cups, waiting for the other to say something.
Brittney was the first to crack. “So, Ava was nice.”
Alexa smiled. “She really liked meeting you. I told her she had nothing to worry about, but you know the girlfriend meeting the best friend for the first time...” Alexa wiggled her head back and forth like she was doing a little jig from the neck up, letting the motion finish her sentence for her.
“Yeah,” Brittney replied, completely lacking enthusiasm.
“What?” Alexa stopped.
“I... look, don't take this the wrong way, she's nice. I'm just trying to process still.” Brittney was working way too hard to avoid eye-contact.
“Process what?” Alexa challenged.
“I just never thought...”
“Thought what?”
“Well, I mean, you're a lesbian.” Brittney finally looked at her.
“Right, hence the girlfriend.” Alexa arched an eyebrow.
“And everyone in our circle is a lesbian.”
“True.” She drew out the word, hoping Brittney would come to a point.
“So it's just a little surprising.” Brittney turned away again.
“What is surprising?”
Brittney waved her arms around in her own little personal explosion. “...Your girlfriend is six foot five and has a dick.”
“So?” Alexa deadpanned.
“What do you mean 'so'?” Brittney's voice reached a level of screeching only dogs should have been able to hear.
Unlike her friend, Alexa remained calm. “She's still a woman.”
“Yeah, I mean, eventually.” Brittney was obviously still trying to wrap her brain around the concept.
“No, she's a woman.” Alexa asserted.
“How do you two even...”
“None of your business.” Alexa started walking again.
Brittney sprinted to catch up. They were both silent a few moments.
“I'm being an idiot.”
Alexa nodded and sipped her coffee.
“And you're happy?”
Alexa nodded again.
“Then I'm happy.”
Alexa hip checked her lightly. Brittney laughed.
“What was with all the screaming I heard in the background last time I called?”
“Rodney found a squirrel.”
“You know you cat is batshit, right?”
And Tuesdays were back to normal again.
Title: I Fall to Pieces
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Hannah/Madison (OFCs)
Rating: R
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Narcissus
Word Count: 312
Summary: Hannah tries to move on from this all consuming thing between them.
Hannah took a deep breath. Her skin still tingled from the night before, still feeling the rush. She tried to take deep breaths to center herself, to come back to reality, but it was no use. Madison still had her even though she was miles away by now. She didn't know what to call this thing they had. They weren't really together, not since the move, but neither of them could move on either. Each of them found excuses to call or video chat or just be in the same city whenever they could. It didn't matter if it had been hours or months since they had seen each other. It was instantaneous, no one else was in the room, heated, teenagers rushing in the back of cars attraction.
They needed to stop. They couldn't.
Hannah inhaled deeply. Her shirt still smelled like Madison. She changed for work, getting distracted by the bruises and bite marks in the mirror. She had to examine and relive each one. The feel of Madison's fingers on her skin was a ghost still living with her. Her lips were still swollen. They'd been kissing like they needed to consume each other.
They had nothing outside this all-consuming physical thing. Nothing. They'd tried a real relationship. They'd nearly killed each other. That's why they both agreed to move, hoping distance would give them a chance to start over. Instead, it had just fueled this thing, this amazing, exhilarating, toxic thing between them.
Hannah's phone chimed. It was a text. A short video of Madison leaning in to kiss the lens. Hannah played it twelve times, before she decided to call in sick.
She needed food, a shower, clean clothes, sleep. Instead, she spent the day reliving last night.
Sometime after she realized the sun had gone down, Hannah decided maybe it might be time for professional help.
Title: We've Been Dead for Awhile
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Hazel/Lucia (OFCs)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: The Language of Flowers - Marigold
Word Count: 115
Summary: They both know its over, but they're still going through the motions anyway.
Hazel picked up Lucia's favorite candy bar in the checkout line out of habit more than anything else. Nothing had any real affection anymore. They still went through the motions. Nothing was hostile. There wasn't enough left to muster that kind of hate. They both knew it was over, neither really knew when. It had been months since they'd had a conversation that didn't sound scripted and prerecorded. Neither really listened anymore. But no one was cheating, no one was screaming, and daily life went through its motions without interruption, even if it didn't have any warmth. It was still a comfortable bit of misery and no one was willing to pull the trigger yet.
Title: Hostess with the Mostess
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Rebecca/Andrea (OFCs)
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Baby Breath
Word Count: 331
Summary: They're the perfect couple, even if one of them occasionally leaves a dragon in the fridge.
Rebecca had, as far back as anyone could remember, wanted to be a housewife. Not just a housewife. She wanted the heels and pearls, vacuuming in heels, perfect make-up, enviable dinner parties, welcome basket to the new neighbors, perfect holiday decorations, and all the neighbors wondering how she did it levels of housewifery. Wanting something so traditional had been problematic in her romantic life. Luckily, she had met Andrea.
Andrea didn't care about whether or not she found the housewife of all housewives. She had been the one to see past Rebecca's veneer and fallen for her dry wit, unshakable optimism, and unending kindness. Andrea just wanted Rebecca to be happy and supported all of her endeavors, even the ones that involved making deviled eggs shaped like penguins for eighty with only three hours' notice.
That did not mean their relationship was without challenges. Andrea was a witch. A well-meaning, absent-minded witch, who had a tendency to leave unexpected things in unexpected places.
Rebecca opened the fridge and closed it again immediately. “Andrea, darling, why is there a dragon in the fridge?”
Andrea popped her head in the doorway. Pencils stuck in her hair and a stray post-it note was stuck to her sweater. “What was that dear?”
“There's a dragon. In the fridge.” Rebecca tried to keep her tone docile. It wasn't the first wayward creature in their fridge, but it was the first uncontained one and she worried about the marinating roast she had for Sunday's potluck.
“Oh, that. He was trying to eat the cat.”
“What cat?” Rebecca asked with alarm.
“Right. I hadn't had a chance to tell you. We got a cat,” Andrea said the last bit with the kind of fake enthusiasm one musters up for surprise birthday parties.
Rebecca took a deep breath. She loved Andrea, really, but it would be lovely if she warned her before she brought home an animal. Their house was turning into a petting zoo.
Title: Pet Project
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Narrator/Narrator's Roommate
Rating: R
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Carnation
Word Count: 302
Summary: She was trying to kill me.
She was trying to kill me. I hadn't been sure before, but now, definitely. I watched her wander our apartment back and forth, curlers in her hair, cigarette held in one hand, the book she was reading aloud from in the other, naked. I couldn't tell you a word of it, but she deemed it important that I hear it before we go out. Not together mind you. At least not like that. It would be another party, where she would introduce me to people she had deemed it important for me to know, then she'd abandon me to charm the room.
I was her pet project. We'd met by chance in a study group and we both needed roommates. I was on my own for the first time and no experience with, well, anything. She'd found me fascinating and decided we must live together so that I could be molded. Into what, I wasn't sure.
I was pretty sure me falling in love with her hadn't been part of her plan. It certainly hadn't been part of mine. I hadn't even known... well, I had just assumed I wasn't interested in anyone. Surprise. I'd always hated surprises.
Moments like this didn't help. She had to know. Didn't she? My face has always betrayed every thought I'd ever had, why would this be any different?
She dropped her book, leaned down to where I was lounging on couch, and attacked my mouth. It wasn't the first time. By the time I could get myself coordinated enough to respond properly, she was pulling away, as always. She padded over to selection of outfits she had laid out on the table and asked which shade of blue I thought Mark would like best on her.
Yes, most definitely. She was trying to kill me.
Title: Not Happening
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Mira & Jenny (OFCs)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: The Language of Flowers – Bleeding Heart
Word Count: 137
Summary: Mira has an unwelcome realization.
“Oh, fuck,” was all Mira could think of. It had been staring her in the face for months, but it just finally clicked as she watched Jenny sing, “My boyfriend's in band,” wink, and turn away shyly. This was bad. She didn't think of the girl that way. Hell, she was old enough to be... well not her mother, but, like, her aunt or something. Mira had always just assumed Jenny hung out with the band because they were fun, for lack of a better word. She said she loved their music. She was a huge fan and ended up partying with them after every local show and then later just in general. She'd been to Mira's farm, met her kid, Hell, she'd hung out with her wife.
This had to be nipped in the bud now.