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-hugs- In case you didn't know, you're a pretty amazing person and a fantastic writer. Any verse you write in is lucky to have you. The life you give your characters is astounding. You inspire me. Thanks for being part of my life. :)
WEāRE ALL LUCKY TO HAVE YOU. thatās the real deal here. You are so amazing and iām so grateful for all the kind messages!Ā
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i'm right and i should say it @erictwd
āAre you sure that you have to go on your recruiting trip, Dad?ā Gracie asks but sheās still helping him pack.Ā āIām sure somebody else can go with Dadd I hate when youāre both gone.ā She tells him lips forming a bit of a pout.Ā āPlease?ā
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So perhapsĀ Daryl was trying to get Eric at least a littleĀ bit drunk. But hell, they had been through some tough timesĀ together, and there was no better way to relax than feeling alcohol course through oneās body and feeling the familiar sensation of elation that came afterwards. And if anyone deserved to cut loose a little bit, to let it all out, it was Eric. Not that he seemed uptight, but...definitely like he could blow off some steam.Ā
āOne, I aināt doinā nothing. Youāre the one drinkinā that glass right there,ā Daryl scoffed, glancing down to the newly filled glass that the other was already picking up.Ā āAnd two, I dunno. Anythinā about you. Feel like I donāt know much of it,ā he shrugged. He froze for just a second as Ericās hand reached up to brush back the lock of hair that had fallen across Darylās face, the moment seeming so soft and intimate that it almost made Daryl nervous. But he didnāt let that show.Ā āTell me a secret. Somethinā no one else knows. Can be anything. Tell me what you wanted to be when you grew up. Tell meĀ ābout your first boyfriend. Tell me somethinā.ā Donāt gotta be all three. Just... whatever you want. Just want to know youĀ better.āĀ
I kind of want to see what you'd write for Eric and Tara with the ājust kiss me.ā prompt considering they're both not attracted to the opposite sex. XD
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"--it was..." Christ, he was like a southern grandmother. "...it was just a Spaghetti dinner?" She tilts her head at Eric. Wasn't he with Aaron. Like, that little detail did not go unnoticed. Her friends didn't kiss her like that when she made it back safely on a jank leg. Yeah... they were definitely a thing. Still?
"Um... well, okay." Jeez, these Alexandrians were weird. She leans forward and kisses his cheek. Just how she would kiss her sister. (His face was smooth like Lilly's, too). "I usually don't kiss on the first noodle date--" She pat his front shirt pocket. "So you, uh, you hang on to that memory, dude."
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tell me about your crush!!!!!!!
hMMMMMMM. okay well sheās v. cute and is sunshine personified and is an amazing writer AND her dogs are adorable.Ā
@erictwd l plotted starter
"C'mon Gracie," Aaron cajoled, bouncing the seven-month-old in his arms. She'd been cranky today, tossing every toy he gave her to the floor, pushing food away, and worst of all, screaming at the top of her little lungs. She'd been perfectly fine, cooing and babbling when Eric had left them the day before, but as soon as he'd tried to sit her down to eat her dinner of baby cereal, it'd started.
And it hadn't stopped.
She'd slept for all of two hours (collectively) the night before, and Aaron had gotten....significantly less than that. He could barely keep his eyes peeled open as he paced the living room floor, occasionally tripping on the toys she'd strewn around as he'd tried to comfort her. He hadn't realized how many toys they had for her until he was accidentally kicking them all across the room.
Gracie continued to scream.
"What is it?" he asked, trying to be comforting but coming off a little laced with desperation. "You're changed, you had some mash for breakfast - half of which I'm wearing - you had a bottle, huh, whatsamatter Gracie?" he asked, patting his hand soothingly over her back. Maybe she was gassy?
For a moment she was quiet, and Aaron let out a slow breath of relief. Maybe she had been g - her next screech was so loud Aaron almost flinched, brow drawing into a furrow. He was glad the house was far enough away from the wall to not attract attention.
"Come on baby," Aaron said, near tears himself. "It's okay."
