wesley: this place is a mess, we need to clean it
angela: are we having people over?
wesley: no?
angela: then why are we cleaning? we know we live like this
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fic: she's just a girl and she's on fire
title: 'she's just a girl and she's on fire, here on AO3
rating: gen
warnings: mention of pregnancy
a/n: a friend hosted a mini-promptathon in the hopes of provoking some creativity and, months later, I am finally getting around to editing and posting some of my responses.
Title is from Alicia Key's Girl on Fire
summary: The Mid Wilshire crew discusses who would win the Hunger Games if they were the ones competing against each other. The debate isn't much of a debate at all and, yet, everyone ends the night hugging it out.
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I actually love that all the couples’ conflicts were so easily solved in like a 1 minute scene each. Because none of them were a huge deal! People are angry sometimes and it isn’t always 100% logical and sometimes they just need to sit with it for a little while and then talk for like two seconds for it to be okay again and they’ll have a solution. They just needed to process their emotions for the duration of the episode and then it was fine and I’m glad we got to see that.
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Chenford + pregnancy scare (Post 5.10)
Alright, Anon. You got me on this one. I'm setting Some Things Are More Important aside because this prompt grabbed me by the hair and wouldn't let go. I hope you like the spin I put on this!
There's something that tells me (that life has changed)
Ch. 1 - Excerpt
ANGELA
Angela put her bag in her locker and clipped her badge to her jeans, noticing that they felt just a little too tight. Maybe she was bloated. She was due to start her period any day now.
That thought gave her pause. She rushed to pull up the calendar app on her phone.
“What’s wrong?” Nyla asked from the bench next to her. Lucy was changing into her uniform on the other side. She looked up at Angela with concern as she tucked her white shirt into her navy slacks.
“Today is the 3rd,” Angela stated.
“Yeah,” Nyla nodded.
She did the math in her head.
Fuck.
“Damnit,” Angela groaned. “I’m late.”
She told Wesley she wasn’t ready to put her body and career through another pregnancy this year. It had only been three months since that conversation and she knew they were on the same page right now. They’d been careful, too.
“Ooh,” Lucy winced sympathetically. “How late?”
“At least a week,” Angela said.
She sat down on the bench and put her head in her hands.
“A week…” Lucy said and her voice trailed off.
Angela looked over at her. Lucy was counting days on her hand as her eyes grew increasingly wide.
“What are you doing?” Angela asked, the hair standing up on the back of her neck.
“I think–” Lucy swallowed uncomfortably. “I think I’m a little late too.”
Wait … If Lucy is late, then who… ?
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Read the rest of Chapter 1 on AO3 and let me know what you think in the comments. Chapter 2 (the ending) will be out in the next couple of days!
[Edit: Chapter 2 is up on AO3 and Tumblr]
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