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March 2020 Writing Prompts
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Now. With that out of the way, onto this month's prompts.
1. "And the memories come unabated."
2. Write about the sorest loser your character knows. Is it them? Be honest, we won't tell. (If writing about someone else's IC character please get permission and hash things out OOC before posting. This is meant to be in good fun!)
3. "Fuck the rules, I'm doing what's right."
4. What is your character's typical To Do list? Do they usually complete it?
5. "I can't believe you do this every year and you've never invited me."
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And the memories come unabated - Ziggyverse AU
No one is, Jay often reminded himself. As a local agency nurse, he saw people of all ages struggle through their worst days. Which was why, even when Dee tried to shut him out, he stayed right there at arm’s reach. He never pushed, never questioned, never belittled. He was simply there. And somewhere in the last few months, those words lost their prickly edge. If Dee needed help, he actually did ask for it.
That’s not to say that there weren’t still moments where he’d completely shut everyone out. They were just fewer and farther between. By the time they started dating more seriously, Jay had already figured out the non-negotiables.
1) Don’t question his medical decisions.
2) Don’t bring up his dead parents.
And at the moment, Jay had no idea how close he was skirting to one or both of those triggers.
“You know they’ll be coming to your recital, right?” Jay rubbed his boyfriend’s back encouragingly. “You’re going to meet them eventually, so what’s the harm in going over for dinner this weekend? They both want to get to know the wonderful guy I’ve been telling them about…”
Dee was quiet, too quiet.
“I’ve been out of the closet since I was sixteen. And they’ve always been supportive. You don’t have to worry about…”
“It’s not that…” he whispered. “It’s… just… how much have you told them about my… um…?”
“Your superpowers? Oh, I’ve waxed poetically for hours about how you’re a secretly a siren. Mom even told me she had the grand piano in the foyer tuned - just in case the mood struck.”
Dee laughed, blushing. Jay took advantage of the opportunity and pulled him closer, into his lap. He just held him there for a moment, knowing that the distraction would only last so long. When he drew a deep breath, he felt Dee shudder and curl up against him.
“I haven’t told them anything about your condition that I haven’t heard you tell other people. That your muscles don’t work as well as they used to… so sometimes have trouble standing for too long, or get tired when you have to walk too far.” He nudged him gently, cracking a smile. “Which means you’ll be spared the very long and very boring tour of their property. None of my past boyfriends could ever say that.”
The comment did earn a brief smirk from Dee. Jay had told so many stories about growing up on that massive estate and the apricot orchard behind it. He loved listening to them, even if he couldn’t really relate. The train of thought left him with an unusually sour face.
“…what is it?”
“They’re not just… other people. They’re parents…” he whispered, and very nearly scowled. “Parents want what’s best for their kids…”
“If you think for one minute that you’re not the best for me…” he playfully scolded, but knew immediately it was going nowhere. “Dee… they want me to be happy. And you make me happy. It’s as simple as that.”
He shook his head. “No, it’s not.”
“I promise you…”
“Jay!” he shuddered in his boyfriend’s arms. “If I make you happy… and they want you to be happy… then losing me… would make you unhappy. And the only way to… to stop that… they’re going to try to strong-arm me back on all those drugs. And I don’t… I CAN’T… I WON’T…”
“Hey… hey… that’s not going to happen… Dee, I’d rather live four short years with you as you are right now than forty with you wishing you were dead.” He insisted. “I mean that. I really do.”
“But they won’t!”
Jay carefully lifted Dee’s chin. Soft brown eyes met panicked blue ones. “Why do you think that?”
“Because they’re parents! That’s all that matters to parents!! Mine are still trying to get me to change my fucking mind!”
Jay sat up with a sudden jerk. “Hang on. You told me you lost your parents right after you turned 18…”
“I did!” Dee vehemently insisted, fists clenched so hard that his entire body shook. “I lost their love! I lost their support! I lost everything I ever knew and any hope I had of ever going back… all because I was dead set on killing their only fucking son!!”
His muscles may have gotten weaker, but he could still project his voice. And when he screamed with such rage, the entire room seemed to shift.
“Oh my god…”
Dee never broached the topic before, but once the floodgates were opened, he couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to. The words just kept coming out.
“We fought about it the entire time the doctor was tapering me off everything! They kept yelling at him, yelling at me… bribing, manipulating, threatening… Weeks of… of hearing them claim they only wanted what was best for me...” he continued, his rage faltering as his voice shook. Tears threatened to fall, and he rubbed his eyes with a baggy sleeve. “They tried everything… even tried to get me admitted to a psych ward…“
Jay sat there, stunned.
“I… I don’t want to talk about what happened after that. But as long I lived under their roof, they weren’t going to just sit back and let me die…” he pulled his thin, spindly legs up to his chest, curling in on himself like a dying spider. Jay pulled him close, and just held him there. “I told them… to get a fucking head start mourning me. And I stormed out. I left. That’s… the last thing I ever said to them.”
Jay didn’t know what to say to that. But suddenly, a lot of Dee’s triggers made a lot more sense. No wonder he was so protective of his medical decisions, so hesitant to trust anyone with how he really felt. The fact that he asked Jay for help now at all, and accepted it, suddenly seemed like a miracle.
“They’ve… they’ve tried to reach out… they’ll find a number, or an email, or an address… n..never in person.” He admitted, sitting up just a bit. “I don’t think they want to actually see… well… this…”
He shrugged his shoulders, making the larger shirt of Jay’s he was wearing look like it could swallow him whole. He’d always been slim, but his body’s deterioration was starting to show. People who saw him regularly were starting to stare, but no one wanted to ask.
“Any of this…”
“Dee…” Jay had to wipe his own eyes now. He sniffed and swallowed, burying his face in Dee’s hair. “I promise… that’s never going to happen to you again. Not from your parents, and definitely not from mine.”
He would talk to everyone in his family if he had to, make sure they knew ahead of time that some topics were 100% not up for discussion. He wanted Dee to feel comfortable, to feel safe.
He wanted him to feel loved.
“You… promise?” He whispered, the uncertain crack in his voice just about broke Jay’s heart.
“I promise.”