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allycat004 · 1 month

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Green with Envy (Completed Version) || Klaus Mikaelson

❧ Warnings: Slight dirty talk, hair pulling, brief choking, p in v sex, smut 18+

❧ Pairings: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem reader

❧ Summary: You are at a dinner party with a date and Klaus happens to be in attendance. The two of you have been hooking up and spending time together because Klaus wanted to keep things casual. After seeing you with someone else he gets jealous and begins to rethink his choice.

❧ Author's Note: Hi lovelies, the wait is finally over and the full version of this fic is here! I decided that instead of leaving you guys in the dark and having it be a fade to black I wrote the smut scene. It felt right for this fic. So, I hope you enjoy!

After finally having enough of this bickering match with Klaus in front of my date, I excuse myself. I am regretting it as I’m walking away because I know he won’t play nice while I’m gone, but I needed a moment to myself to breathe. I walked into an empty room and sat in silence with my head in my hands.

“ Who the fuck does he think he is? “ I groan.

“ Who do I think I am? Hmm… I think I am the only person who can actually please you, make you scream. “ I heard Klaus say and I snapped my head up to see him standing in front of the closed door. I didn’t even hear him open the door, let alone come in.

“ Get out, leave me alone.. I don’t want to deal with you right now. “ I said sternly as I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest.

" Awe come on Love, I was just having some fun.. don't be like that. " He said as he took one step closer, but I put my hand up signaling that I would prefer it if he kept his distance from me.

" Fun, Are you serious?! .. That was embarrassing, you were making my date uncomfortable! " I slightly yelled while throwing my hands up in the air. I noticed that when I mentioned my date, he narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

" He's not the one for you, let alone the one you should be here with Y/N. " Klaus said and I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

" Oh please, don't start. You were the one who wanted to keep what we have going on as a bit of fun. I get that you're envious, but green is not a good color on you. " I said as I walked past him to get to the door, but before I could even grab the handle he pulled me back by my hair and caused me to yelp.

" You better watch who you're talking to sweetheart. Klaus said as he pulled my hair more, caused my head to go back and he wrapped his other hand around my throat then slightly squeezed. " I will.. fuck you in this room right now to remind you who you really belong to. Make you moan as loud as possible for your date downstairs to hear so he gets the memo. "

At the mention of that, my breath hitched and I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together. I could feel the smirk on his lips in the crook of my neck, however I was determined to not let him win. “ Dinner is being served in 20 minutes which you know considering this is your party, there’s not enough time. “ I said

“ Is that a challenge, love? “ He asked as he started to lightly kiss my neck and run his fingers up my thighs gently, but it was enough to leave a path of goosebumps on my skin. “ You know better than to challenge me. “

“ Maybe.. “ I replied and at that exact moment is when I felt his hand slip under my dress. He started tracing light circles along my abdomen causing my breathing to become shallow. His fingers found their way beneath my underwear and he began to slowly rub at my clit which made me whimper.

I could feel his smirk in the crook of my neck and he quickened his movements, causing my knees to buckle. He wrapped an arm around my waist to help me stand up right then slipped a finger into me. I let out a sharp gasp and rested my head back against his shoulder. Klaus chuckled and started kissing my neck, most definitely leaving hickies behind. It was that moment that all other thoughts escaped my mind. I only focused on him and what he was doing to my body.

“ Klaus… please. “ I moaned quietly

“ What is it, love? “ He asked

“ I need you.. “ I said through a whimper

“ Yeah? “ Klaus replied

“ Yes.. “ I answered breathlessly

He pulled his hand away and walked me over to a desk that was in the corner of the room. Before I knew it, I was bent over and my dress was pushed up over my hips. Klaus pulled my underwear down my legs and helped me step out of it. There was a moment of silence before his hand came down and hit my ass with a loud smack that echoed throughout the room. I yelped which caused him to chuckle and I rolled my eyes while being thankful that he couldn’t see my face as I did.

It wasn’t long before I felt him lining himself up with my entrance. He thrusted into me roughly causing me to moan. Klaus’s pace was slow and rough at first but then it became faster and more aggressive. He grabs my wrists and pins my arms behind my back, using my arms as handlebars. My moans and the sound of our skin slapping is echoing off the walls, which only encourages him to pick up the pace slightly more. I’m so loud to the point that I feel like everyone can hear me over the classical music that is being played downstairs, but I didn’t care.

“ That’s it love, let them hear you. “ He said as he wrapped my hair around one of his hands and used it to pull my head back, making me gasp. His other hand is still keeping my arms pinned behind my back.

“ You’re mine.“ He whispered into my ear

” I’m yours.“ I whimpered back

“ Damn right you are. “ Klaus replied

He continued his brutal pace and angled his hips in order to hit the spot that brings me maximum pleasure. Klaus lets go of my wrists just to use his now freehand to reach around me and down between my legs. He starts rubbing my clit in slow rough circles. I’m a moaning, whimpering mess at this point and I am on the brink of hitting my orgasm already. Klaus tugs at my hair harder this time and pulls my back up against his chest. He starts kissing my neck again then gently bites my earlobe.

“ Come for me, love. “ He whispers in my ear and I do just that while crying out his name. Klaus continues his movements for a moment longer until he reaches his high. He lets go of me and pulls away from me which causes me to whimper. I stand up right and turn around to face him, he hands me back my underwear and I slip them back on then I fix my dress and flatten it out. I look up at him and before I can even get a word out he cups my face and kisses me. I kissed him back and this kiss was so much different compared to our others. It was sweet, soft, and filled with meaning. When we finally pulled away from each other he smiled at me then kissed my forehead. It was in that moment that I knew things were going to be different from now on.

“ Considering the fact that I am certain your date is no longer here, will you be mine? “ He asked

“ Yes. “ I replied with a smile

“ Perfect.” Klaus said with a smile as he held his hand out and I took it then we walked out of the room together.

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ambcass · 2 months

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ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. (𝐏𝐓.𝟏)

warnings: mentions of throwing up, cursing, OCC (maybe), Y/N being a lil shit, fake friends, shit talking?, mentions of ED, arguments, stalking (in the sense that!..)

They called me a disappointment. My so-called "friends", teachers, and family. All because I couldn't be #1. I tried, I really did but I just couldn't. Ever since I lost my best friend, MY Jason.

"It's been years Y/N. Why can't you get over it? I got over it when my mom died and-" I cut her off. "How are you making this about you right now, Eveling? Your mom died when you were 5 but I've known Jason since-like forever! I snapped back. She stayed quiet and didn't dare to speak. We got to a bus stop and sat on a bench. In silence.

"I-I didn't mean to talk about your mom like that. I know it must have been hard for you" I comforted her. I didn't mean what I said. The "it must have been hard" part. I only said it because I felt bad. She turned and softly smiled at me.

"It's ok, Y/N. I know you didn't mean it." Excuse me? What did this bitch mean? "I know you didn't mean it" Is that supposed to mean something?!? I brushed it off. The bus arrived. I waved goodbye to Eveling and hopped on the bus. I gave the bus driver exactly $1.25 and sat myself in the back. It took 30 minutes to get home. I didn't mind waking up early to get ready for school but never in a million years would anyone would think a bus would be at full capacity at 6:00 AM!

I got off at my stop and headed home. I unlocked the door. Great. No one home again? On the dining table was a note that stated,

*Back home late. (1 the latest)

*Left leftovers in the fridge.

*Be in bed by 10.

Love, Mom.

okayyy. I walked towards my room. Starting my homework while trying to get rid of the thought of giving up. Not even 27 minutes later, I gave up. I went to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers. My phone started ringing, and Eveling wanted to call. I picked up my phone.

"Hello?" I spoke. In her usual bubbly self, she replied to me in an enthusiastic voice. "Hi! Y/N, I'm at a sleepover right now but it's pretty boring so I decided to call you." The majority of the call time went from her telling me what was going on during the sleepover and me responding with many mhms, cool, and yeahs. I thought the call was going perfectly fine. Our calls were always like this. I listen while she talks. My stomach started to ache. I felt nauseous. I wanted to throw up.

"Eveling, I'm going to the bathroom," I ran to the bathroom because I was sure that leftovers were causing me to feel so sick. After multiple attempts to throw up, I finally got it out of my system. I washed my face and walked out to the kitchen counter.

My phone was on speaker. My phone was always on speaker. She knows this. So, why did she say those things about me? I walked into Eveling telling her friends shit about me.

"Y/N? I think the only reason why she rushed to the bathroom so quickly was because of her eating disorder!" she was giggling. Laughing even. My heart sank to the core of the Earth. Tears were being held back. I slowly walked back to the bathroom. I shouted,

"I'm doneee!" My voice was about to crack but from the speaker, I could hear her friend ask, "Are you sure she didn't hear?" and to that she responded with "We would have heard her fatass stomp around." They all laughed. At this point, I was done. Fuck this- you know what.

"You know what we can all hear? YOUR fatass stomping around for food. Get your fee, fai, foo, fum ass the fuck outa here. Y'know damn well, I'll run your shit. So, don't testtt mee." I retorted at her and hung up. I stormed to my room and slammed the door. I was too mad to cry. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest. The few minutes of desired silence were interrupted. Knock. Knock. Two knocks came from my window. I didn't pay much attention, I thought it was squirrels.

Knock, knock, knock. This time the knocks became more intense and repetitive. I got up, walked up to my window, and opened my curtains. A man with a red helmet, leather jacket, and a suit with a red Batman symbol on it. I flinched and closed the curtains. The man knocked on the window again. He spoke,

"Y/N, don't be so scared." His voice. It sounded like a deeper and huskier version of Jason's.

He's dead. That's not Jason. THAT'S NOT JASON. I tried telling myself this but for some reason no matter how much I tried to restrain, I walked closer and closer to the window. I reopened the curtains.

I took another step and opened the window completely. I allowed this unknown man, who was pretty muscular into my home. He entered my room. The two of us meet eye to eye. He took off his helmet, it released steam, and it had a click to it.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Y/N?" I raised my brows. A man who looked 6'0, with short black fluffy hair and a white streak asked me. He looked like Jason? I thought, but he would never dye his hair with a conry white streak in it.

"I don't know you..." I was lying. I knew who he was but I just needed the confirmation.

"So, you would let a random stranger in your house? What? Is it cause I haven't been there to protect you all these years or is it because you know who I am and you're just playing dumb?" He asked.

It was truly him. He was back and I had so many questions but he's back. My Jason is back and I'll make sure he won't leave me again.

a/n: i was gna post last week but :)...

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marauders-peace · 9 months

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Distance Between Sun And Moon

Summary: The reader is hurt from the fight they had with Remus. After that her friends want to throw a party to lighten the mood. But the reader doesn't know if they should go and in a moment of weakness they search help by a new friend.

Warnings: self doubt, self hatred, People are dumb and blind when they are in love, lot less then usual lol

This part is more a build up for the next part, but it's still my longest :') Wc: 1.114

Masterlist part 1 --- part 7

Hope you enjoy<333

Tense.

If I had to describe myself in one word, this would fit perfectly. After the tragedy yesterday, I was shattered and tense. It was Sunday, and the others had planned a small celebration.

I won't go. Knowing Sirius and James, they will now throw a huge party to lure me close to Remus. But I will NEVER go.

I don't want to be near him. I don't want to breathe the same air as him. Not that my body would betray me.

I left the room early. I couldn't stand the tense silence between us any longer.

I didn't go to the library, as I knew he would find me there. And that was the last thing I wanted. I searched for a place where I could hide.

Quickly, I realized that there was no place where my friends couldn't find me. Where he couldn't find me. Aimlessly, I roamed through the castle.

I ran my fingers along the walls, without any specific thoughts.

Suddenly, my fingertips touched a bump. A door. A room. What?

It was probably forbidden, but it felt like a sacred gift. So, I went inside.

What I found there left me speechless.

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"Where were you?" "I just wanted to clear my head." I entered the Gryffindor common room, and Mary practically attacked me.

She looked at me, opened her mouth, then closed it again. She seemed undecided. That made me laugh. "Spit it out already!" "Would you like to come to the big party?" She looked desperate, and I felt guilty.

"Mary…" "Come on, it's going to be fantastic! Everyone is invited and coming. We managed to get the kitchen to cook for us, so there'll be great food, and-!"

"I can't, Mary."

She seemed like she wanted to say something else, but then she just looked at me. Eventually, she looked down at the floor.

"I know. Actually, I know. And I also know that he's behaving like a jerk."

She didn't need to say the name. We both knew who she meant.

She looked at me with big eyes, eyes that pleaded with me.

"But I also know that he really cares about you. That he doesn't want to hurt you. That he feels terrible about yesterday."

She begged me to listen to him. Maybe even to forgive him. "I'm not ready for that… I'm sorry."

She simply nodded in encouragement.

"I understand."

After our conversation, she left me alone, and I was very grateful for that. Too many thoughts plagued me.

I walked slowly through the corridors of Hogwarts. They were long, and you could never know all of them. I hoped I wouldn't run into Remus. Somehow, he always seemed to find me, which never bothered me before, but now? Now, it was terrible.

My steps slowed down. My feet grew heavier. My breath became uneven. I had this terrible habit of running away from my problems.

"(y/n)?"

My heart stopped.

But not because of Remus.

I turned around to face Luis and prepared myself for an argument. His brother must have talked to him, and I wouldn't blame him if he wanted me out of his life. But he just looked surprised.

"I thought you'd be with your friends?"

My eyes widened. I had canceled on him because we were supposed to do something together. In my panic, I had completely forgotten about him. Because of Remus.

"Oh yeah, that didn't work out."

It sounded like an excuse, and I felt embarrassed. But he looked genuinely concerned.

"Why?"

Then it all came back.

Well, that he's playing with your feelings. The fact that his brother showed up right after you hurt his brother's pride only proves it.

Everything I had tried to suppress.

That was definitely meant as just friends hanging out. Sometimes you're really naive.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I looked up at Luis. He looked calm. But there was a certain panic in his eyes that reminded me of his brother when I was knocked out.

"We had a little argument." He didn't ask what it was about. He just looked at me sincerely.

It felt like Remus was looking at me. It was as if he could see right into my soul.

"Are you okay?"

Whatever.

And that's when I broke down.

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Remus's POV. Morning.

"You are being a lunatic, Moons." Sirius's voice startled me, and I quickly closed the map. He was right.

"And a stalker. Moony, it's not healthy to keep looking for her on the map all the time." James came into my field of view. He and Sirius were getting ready for Quidditch training. He looked at me accusingly.

"I'm just worried. I can't seem to find her. It's almost as if she disappeared into thin air." Excuse.

James didn't believe me for a second; that was clear. "Maybe you just overlooked her."

My fingers itched to open the map and keep searching. My gaze slid back to the map and got stuck there. James noticed.

"Give me the map, Moony."

"What?" Please don't take it away from me.

James shook his head. "You'll just keep searching for her. And, honestly, I don't think she wants to see you. You need to wait for her and leave her alone. So, hand it over."

He held out his hand expectantly.

"Don't tell me you didn't search for Lily either." I didn't want to wait. I wanted to make everything right immediately.

James sighed. "I did. Of course, I wanted to fix everything right away. But I accepted that I have to wait for her. That's why I didn't pressure her and overwhelm her with apologies yesterday. Wounds need time to heal, Remus. You know that best."

Reluctantly and unwillingly, I handed over the map.

A whistle came from behind us.

"Prongs, since when are you so wise? And I always thought you were as dumb as a rock." Even now, Sirius could make jokes.

Then the door was opened, and Peter rushed in. "Guys, I managed to convince the house-elves in the kitchen to cook for our party!"

"Party?"

Sirius grinned at me. "Well, we thought we might speed up the healing process a bit."

James looked surprised. "I didn't think you'd understand my metaphor. And I always thought you were as dumb as a rock!"

Sirius punched him, and they went off to practice, while Peter looked confusedly after them.

"What was that about?"

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Reader's POV. Present.

I told him everything about Remus. From my embarrassing rejection to our argument yesterday. He just listened to me. In between, he led me to a quiet corner, and we sat down there.

When I was finished, I felt ten tons lighter. I felt lighter than ever before. Telling someone all of this without them telling me how Remus didn't mean it like that was so refreshing. I allowed myself to just explain my feelings without worrying about Remus.

"And now all my friends are throwing a huge party. Everyone's invited, but I'm not sure if I want to go. He'll probably want to talk to me, and I'm not really ready for that…"

The words flowed out of me like water flowing down a river, unstoppable.

Luis looked at me for a long time. He didn't say anything for a while, and then he said something that surprised me.

"Do you want to go to the party with me?"

"What?"

He looked at me sheepishly. "Not as a date or anything! I just thought maybe I could help you with Remus. If I'm with you, he probably won't approach you by himself, right?"

"No, probably not." But I knew how it would look for him then. It would look like I was on a date with Luis, a day after we had argued.

But why should he care?

"If it feels too weird for you, I understand -" "Actually, that's a good idea." I interrupted him. He looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected that. But then he smiled.

"Then let's go together today."

I was very grateful to Luis. He was a great friend.

Maybe Remus would then tell me why he cares so much.

The sun rotates around the earth, trying to ignore the moon, which followers the sun desperately, trying to get noticed.

Taglist : @juleshadalittlelamb @fluffybunnyu @tendous-pretty-hair @helloitsmeeeeeee @valencia-rou @woohoney @mothermaryisdead @blackqueens01

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Stranded New Gal

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Request from brittanycoulson on Wattpad. A new girl shows up in Medford stranded and is only comfortable around Georgie.

I'm sitting in the sports store and the owner named Dake is calling the police. My car broke down near here and I have to wait for a toe truck. Hugging my knees to my chest I see a young boy with big hair enter the store eyeing me as he lifts up his sunglasses in confusion. "Excuse me, ma'am. Are you okay?" The boy asked slowly walking towards me seeing that I wipe away tears with my jacket sleeve. "My truck decided to break down a few miles down the road. So I'm stuck here until I can get it fixed. And I have no more money because I had to give it to the guy for repairs and no where to sleep." I throw my hands up frustrated with myself at why this had to happen to me the first time I decided to take a road trip on my own.

"Well, I'm Georgie Cooper. What's your name. I may be able to help." He asked bending down on a knee in front of me giving me a small smile making me feel less nervous. Eyeing Georgie for a few seconds I feel my cheeks turning a little red seeing he is cute. "I'm Y/n, Y/n L/n...how can you help me...do you even want to?" Sometimes I hated my shyness around people because I'm afraid they'll not like me. The backdoor opened and the owner Dale walked out offering me his hand that I declined. "Well your truck is being taken to the shop. I can drop you off at the police station if you'd like." Georgie interprets the elderly man offering me his right hand instead that I accepted. "Don't worry about it. I can take my lunch break early and show her around."

Dale shrugged his shoulders watching us walk out to his truck climbing inside. Buckling my seatbelt I mumbled still feeling shy around Georgie but for a different reason than Dale I think. "Thank you for helping me, Georgie." He turns the key starting the truck and driving us to a small restaurant smiling back at me. Once we are sat down with our drinks and burgers there's silence but not an uncomfortable one giving Georgie an opportunity to let his thoughts wonder. He knew you were pretty that was clear but there was something else about you that drew him in to know more. "Y/n, I - uh know we just met but - would you wanna go to dinner with me - say tomorrow or somethin'?" He asked nervously rubbing the back of his neck feeling relaxed when you smiled answering the young Texan. "Yeah, that'd be fun."

Comments really appreciated 😊

#georgie cooper x reader #georgie cooper #montana jordan #young sheldon #requests open #comments really appreciated

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2dhimbo-mp3 · 2 months

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Toxic Night

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Warning: Not For Minors. Dark content, 20+ , some spoilers? drama, angst , toxic love/hate , sex, usage of marijuana , burning out blunt on skin , mentions of megumi and tojis past , reader is a off and on fling of tojis, both toji and reader are pretty toxic in this.

toji . f x black fem reader

The smell of weed and sex filled the room , along with came a tense filled silence. A silence Toji knew full well the meaning of-- yet he couldn't get used to this. A woman putting Him out, keeping it straight to the point with him , and brutally honest. This was different though , this woman was Grown. You knew every dark part of him and couldn't stand him , still there was this gravitational pull drawing you two to each other. Whether it be love or lust you couldn't handle Toji's past prior. His choices. His actions.

"You know I have no excuses for myself". Toji breaks the silence.

You blow smoke into the air , watching it fill the room as the smoke dances along the moonlight shining through the window curtains, before turning your head to side eye the scarred lip man. "And that's what makes me dislike you even more". You respond as you remove the cover from your naked form needing to let your body feel some air.

Toji sits up on the side of the bed with a deep sigh before grabbing for his boxers and pants off the ground. "I didn't have any other choice and you know that".

You scoff. "You always had options when it came to that boy Toji." You reply, already taking another drag from the blunt.

After getting his pants on and buckled Toji looks at you and rolls his eyes, obviously bored and over this conversation with you. "What about me not being ready to be a father do you not understand?".

She sits up in the bed straight and looks at him. "Is that gonna be your excuse every time for why you tried to sell your child?". You raise a brow blowing smoke into his face.

Her words cut deep. It struck a nerve even. Toji looked down at the floor rubbing at his bottom lip with his thumb lost for words, silence enveloping the room again. The man could feel tears wanting to well in his eyes, that makes him chuckle softly as he thought about his ex-wife for a brief moment. A devious smirk begins to form on the left corner of his mouth , scar adding to his handsomely crooked looks. It was as though your words had gave him a good slap to the face.

Toji walks over to your side of the bed and leans into the hand holding the blunt slightly whilst looking into your eyes invitingly. "May I?". There was a dark lithe in his tone, using his charm to his advantage. He knew you weren't good at keeping eye contact with him when he was like this, so you passed him the blunt.

A mistake.

Toji takes the blunt from her and plants the lit part of it right onto her bountiful exposed breasts.

"The fuck is wrong witchu!" You shout and shriek in pain as your instincts kicked in, reaching out to hit him only to be met with a strikingly tight grip to your wrist, the sorcerer now inches away from your face with the most serious expression you've seen, Toji's other hand pressing and twisting the burning blunt into your flesh.

"I am not a good man. I didn't have the opportunity to learn how to be a father besides the one time that I did, and she died. I thought I was making the right choice. So, watch your mouth before speaking on me and my son.

Toji lets go of your wrists before picking his shirt up off the ground throwing it on and walking out the door, leaving a disheveled, bleeding, speechless you behind.

a/n: OKAY. soooo I honestly don't know why this song made me think about this kind of scenario? It was just giving me like late Atlanta nights , big windows with the big slide away curtains , just toxic drama toxic love kinda vibes I was really trying to give that. like this dramatic , subtly intense , subtly sexy , feel.

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dadsbongos · 11 months

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chapter 5 - two of hearts (reprise)

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@latenightsimping @mantorokk-writes @kitmon @thornsnvultures new series all finished :) warnings - got eepy and didn't edit this as thoroughly as i did for other chapters

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Dragging big work boots that you slapped on (you're sure they're your dad's), Mr. Kennedy's brow raises at the glum, muted gray and blue of your sweater and pants. He's standing before your ex - what was he exactly? You barely dated, after all.

Mr. Kennedy is standing before your ex-potential boyfriend, hands firm on his hips and both staring at you. He jerks his head towards Eddie, "You wanna switch partners?"

Exhausted and baggy eyes widen at once, betrayed and bug-eyed gaze flipping to Eddie in an instant. You fold your arms across your chest and 'hmph' as he stutters attempted excuses.

"I - well- you know, it'd be awkward? I just didn't wanna make things tough- we don't have to!"

"Wow," you muse, not particularly caring that Mr. Kennedy's face is stern and over this melodrama, "first you destroy my ego, and now this?" Eddie winces and you shuffle past to where your desks were smashed together, "What's a girl gotta do to get some compassion around here?"

"Nothing!" Eddie clamors after you, hands shaky and knees wobbling. He was hoping to take the coward's way out - really show his mother's far-and-away Irish blood in some silent exit. Then he wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of actually leaving.

"So, no switch?" Mr. Kennedy huffs as he sits back on his chair, "Kids."

"I honestly," Eddie waits until you look at him, swallowing the needles in his throat, "Honestly? I just figured you didn't wanna sit next to me and work with me, and I'm sorry I tried switching…" he looks away, little tears sparkling in his brown eyes, "I'm sorry for what I did to you. I should've never done it. I should've dated you for real," you're silent, peak stoicism and it makes him so nervous he just can't help but keep fucking talking, "I'm sorry I'm so dumb," he just can't help but try and break the tension with bad jabs, "I wanna throw myself into a fire every time I think about it."

And like a cornered animal, like the shrew everyone shudders at, you snap and bite, "But not before you did it?" you shush him as his pretty lying mouth opens, "You're such an asshole. You know? You know, I was excited to actually meet you because my brother and sister and all their little friends adore you," you make a big show of how your eyes crawl over him, little stinging bugs from head to toe and he feels like he's suffocating under the weight, "I wanted to see what the obsession was. And honestly, I can't see it."

You neglect to mention that at one point, you could. And it was beautiful.

He blinks, stupid lashes fluttering and stupid bambi eyes wet and stupid cherry lips wobbling with potential. Eventually, he settles on, "I'm sorry…"

And turns around in his chair to face forward - right at the blank chalkboard. At nothing.

"What hurt the most," your voice snips, rawness exposed, "was that you didn't bother calling after you left."

You don't know what you were hoping for, but it definitely wasn't this sullen silence as if he's the one hurt.

So you continue to thrash and snarl and bare your teeth, "I can't wait to deliver my yearbook bullshit. Declare that you do have layers - evil, then sweet, then evil again," he sits still, except for the incessant battering of his fingertips against the desk, no rhyme or rhythm just batting to bat, "Because you're selfish, you know, at the end of the day. You like winning more than you like being liked."

When he continues to pay you no mind, you feel crushed. You want a reaction to know he cares, and you want that more than you know that Eddie isn't the type of person to argue back when it matters. Petty debates are his hobby, but in real moments - he shuts down. You've seen it before. But that isn't how you operate, so you now walk away assuming you had less of him than when you began.

You dart out of the room, sneaking through the very back of the room and dodging Mr. Kennedy's annoyed face. You get to the parking lot, blotting little droplets from your lashes before you realize why you even care so much. Why you even want to forgive him after what he did.

Because no matter how upset you are, you still just want him to run up and loop his arm through yours and plant a fat, noisy, obnoxious Eddie Munson trademark kiss to your cheek. You feel like an idiot. You fell in love with Eddie Munson after one official date.

Normally, Jonathan drives you and the littles to school. But you didn't exactly tell him your newfound plans to ditch, so that's out of the window. Instead, you find a pay phone at the nearby gas station and dial Hungry Howie's.

"Hungry Howie’s, thank you for calling, how can I help you?" a tired drone breaks over the phone and you can imagine the person hunched over their box in the kitchen, half asleep.

"Robin's working today, right? I need to talk to her."

One fake delivery later, you were pushing open the cabin door and staring right at your dad in the kitchen. He's in a big white T-shirt you vandalized in seventh grade to say '#1 COP DAD and plain faded jeans.

"I wanted to surprise you both," he puts down the overflowing bowl of sugary cereal and wipes away the remnants of a milk mustache, "Take the whole week off, but now I'm being surprised."

"Yeah, well," you press your back to the door as it shuts, kicking off Jim's mud-stained work boots and stomping into the kitchen, "Relationships are stupid and I'm remembering why I never dated."

Eddie isn’t completely certain what Mr. Kennedy said as he ran out of class, his footfalls overlapped until he came to the fork between an exit and the foreign language hallway. Well, maybe Mr. Kennedy just sighed.

Taking the sharp corner into a long line of doors with pastes of other countries’ flags on them, Eddie pressed on a practiced path to the last door on the left. Dustin Henderson’s amateur Latin class.

He slots his face into the thin window that stretches about halfway down the door, waving a ringed hand behind the glass until Dustin finally locks eyes. Subtly, the boy shakes his head - swearing off the idea, at least until Eddie’s face becomes stern and he stomps a foot.

‘Mature’, Dustin mouths before throwing down his pencil and raising his hand and pointing over at the rack of laminated passes. He grabs the yellow one with a little stick figure next to a toilet on the right-hand side and slips out the heavy door.

Shoving Eddie out of the window’s view and into the nearby boys’ bathroom, Dustin grumbles, “This is why Suzie has to fix my Latin grade.”

“I fucked up,” Eddie wrings his hands, eyes flitting away from the good-natured and concerned face of his little right-hand man, “I need a lot of help…”

By the time Eddie’s twisted tale has wrapped up, Dustin’s left with an unhinged jaw - hands wide at his side, “How did I never hear about this?!” before Eddie can respond, he puts up a hand, “Also, that’s so mean - we all need to talk about this.”

“Not now, man,” Eddie scratches at his arm, nails scraping away the sturdy build of anxiety from the past day, “Just tell me how to fix this.”

He can see that Dustin doesn’t truly want to, but he has a big heart and so he sighs, “Alright. To get her forgiveness, you have to offer yourself up on the altar of dignity and even the score.”

Eddie’s neck snaps to check under the stalls, as if somebody had crept in during their conversation, “Don’t say shit like that out loud, man.”

“No,” Dustin punches Eddie’s shoulder, skin sticking to the leather of his jacket, “No, no! You don’t get to listen to Mike’s dumb ass all you want and then shut me out,” only when Eddie concedes with an eye roll and slumps back, does Dustin continue, jabbing a thumb into his own chest, “Because I know exactly what I’m talking about!”

“Okay, okay,” Eddie puts both hands up, “I surrender myself to your knowledge and wits.”

“Good,” the boy nods surely, “First you’re gonna tell me what she likes, we need something big. Something Mike could afford.”

“Why?”

“We’re getting rid of all that money you got and we’re spending it on her because that’s what we should do.”

“And then? Getting her presents cannot be the whole plan,” Eddie flicks the electric blue brim of Dustin’s Thinking Cap.

“And then…” Dustin throws his arms out wide, “You sacrifice yourself on the altar of dignity.”

Eddie’s first thought goes to that pink and purple and blue lighting he first saw you - really saw you - under, dancing and free to the sound of sweet Stacey Q in The Sunset. You go every Wednesday and Saturday.

And he now has two days to learn a guitar cover of Two of Hearts.

“I mean, the nerve of that guy to not even come to school after that,” Barb gags, “Makes me sick!”

“Right?” Robin scoffs, shaking her head with folded arms, “I mean- what kind of person- “

“Please,” you settle onto one of the plush velvet barstools, clicking your nails against the smooth white counter, “I kinda don’t wanna talk about him right now.”

Settled against the counter by an elbow, Robin sucks in sharply, leaning over to nudge you, “Are you in the mood to see him then?”

“Huh?” you whip around, the stool screws squeaking as it spins and you catch Eddie Munson on stage - ole Sweetheart hanging over his chest and fumbling hands securing the microphone into its stand, “He’s such a fucking idiot.”

Barb nods solemnly, “This really isn’t his scene…”

Eddie’s eyes scan the crowd until he comes across the bar, and you can see his hand twitch up as if to wave. He decides against it, “Hi…” the call echoes and he winces, “Uhm, a girl that I - that I love is in the crowd tonight, and this is the song that played when I first saw her here,” he leans back, observes the group of misfits before him, and leans back in, “I also just recently realized what kind of place this is, so… I’ll be on my way soon,” and just as you think he’s finally about to begin, the devil’s forked tongue splits his lips again, “Also, you know, don’t worry about me saying anything- “ he raises a fist and you’re so mortified, “Power to the pussy and whatnot.”

And so the normally poppy and saccharine sweetness of Two of Hearts is replaced with echoing strums and the deeper tumble of Eddie Munson’s little Satanist voice. Little angelic loverboy Satanist voice.

Barb turns, red ringlets twisting and brown eyes flickering to you, she has the question on her tongue - You wanna leave? - but despite your prior complaints, you’re entirely hypnotized. Frozen on the stool with both hands stuck to your knees, eyes wide and doughy and so loving it hurts her.

She hates Eddie right now more than she ever hated Steve Harrington, but she fears that asking you to break out of this moment then perhaps it’ll send you spiraling. Which direction, she doesn’t know and she definitely doesn’t want to find out.

And you spot each other again, his chest puffs up when he notices you staring - he grins and that same twitch to wave hits his arm. And this time you’re seeing him - really seeing him - under pink and orange lights for the first time. Messy curls and pale skin and scratched, bumpy leather reflecting sunset shine and he sees you under Cupid’s magical pink lights and he thinks he’ll just about die if he can’t see you ever again.

And the lights change, flowery violet and it snaps you from his stare. You hop down from the stool, hands shaking at the realization of how ready you already are to forgive him. With knocking knees and lungs that squeeze between the gaps in your ribs, you slide down the checkered hallway into the bathroom.

Robin and Barb follow and Eddie’s already begun planning his next stage of apology.

Your locker jiggles open, door thick and stuck to the rusted frame - but eventually it pops open, just as it always does. A jumbled light blue fabric with baby pink flowers and flourishing green leaves printed over it rests on top of your textbooks. No price tag is attached but you recognize it from store windows and magazine catalogs with pretty brunettes and blondes and mannequins wearing it.

“What is it?” Barb leans against your side, peeking over your shoulder with a quirked brow.

“A dress,” you answer simply, balling your fist into your thigh and pressing until the muscle grows sore. Laura Ashley, the one you’ve wanted to wear to prom since it first was even announced.

You turn, spotting Eddie as he tries twirling around to pretend he hadn’t been watching you.

“What are you trying to do?”

Eddie kicks at the tile as if there are rocks and dirt to distract him, “Well, I had some cash that a guy paid me to take out a girl, but I fucked up by falling for her,” he shrugs, eyes fluttering from the tiled floor and the spot right between your eyes, “Fucked up even more by hurting her, so I have to try and make it right.”

And this is what you wanted, right? To be sick and twisted and see him miserable. You asked and you received and you absolutely hate it here.

“And are you hoping to get something out of this?”

He presses his lips together, thousands of little responses on his tongue, and yet none can escape - you hate how he shuts down, “It’d be nice to get back together, but I can’t expect anything when I’m the one that fucked up.”

“Eddie, I- “ you pause, laugh, and feel something hot like lava catch in your throat because you think you’re more scared about how badly you want him than you are angry at his misdemeanor.

And you can’t find a way to say that, so you turn and scamper off as the bell rings. Eddie sighs something heavy and thuds his head against the locker behind him, a heavy clang rings through his skull when suddenly the call of his name interrupts the self-pity. Dustin lingers just down the end of the hall, head and shoulders peeking past the wall as he gives an over-enthused thumbs up.

“You saw that, right?” Eddie’s bambi eyes follow Dustin as he skitters over, “Very decidedly not thumbs-up worthy.”

Dustin smacks Eddie on the shoulder, pearly whites on full display, “But she wanted to forgive you! Did you see that hesitation? We just need something incredible, something really big that she really wants.”

Eddie’s gaze flies up to the water-stained, browning ceiling tiles, “I have an idea, but it’s gonna be a huge pain in the ass.”

And for a week, you heard nothing from Eddie Munson. And for a week, you were ashamed over how heartbroken it left you - much more broken than when he initially screwed you over so royally.

Earlier today, Principal Higgins said he had to meet with you after school - theories boundless as to why, and it left you with cold sweats and a racing heart. What’s worse? Robin and Barb were sketchy about it all day. Downright refusing to look your way when you began the tale of the fucked up request.

And until you actually slip inside Higgins’ office, you were honestly thinking that perhaps they’d been replaced with heartless little science experiments that took on your friends’ shapes.

Upon entering Higgins’ office, you see the man himself adjusting a purple and yellow striped tie against his white button-down. You also see Barb and Robin and Chrissy fucking Cunningham littered around the carpeted room - leaning against walls and nestled into large indoor tree pots. And, of course, it isn’t a party unless he’s there, Eddie Munson squirming in the rightmost seat before Higgins.

“Munson came to me about your idea for a girls’ club,” Higgins gestures to the left seat, and you twitch your way into it, “I agreed under the terms that Hellfire split the drama room for your meetings. The scheduling for that will be up to you.”

Like that first fresh breath after a dunk in the pool, you feel your lungs lift. Your hands clench against the material of your floral dress - the closest you could get to that gift from Eddie without having the balls to actually wear it.

“As long as you, Barbara, Robin, and Christina don’t drop out and you can maintain proper club reports then- “ Higgins gestures to the four of you, “The club is yours. Appropriate files will be with your homeroom teacher next Monday.”

You nod slowly, arm and fingers numb as you reach over to snatch the President’s pin from Higgins’ hand. As soon as the cool metal is in your hand, the needle pokes an angry dot through your palm.

“Okay, happy ending, now shoo! Shoo!”

And with that, the mismatched group was sent lingering in the hallway - now empty of the bustling teenagers ready to be rid of the education system nightmare for the day.

“Congrats!” Chrissy Cunningham is the first to speak once you’re all out, her hand spindles against your shoulder, “I was so excited about the club when Eddie told me about it.”

“Right,” you can’t feel her hand on you, and you can’t feel it when she pulls it away - you don’t think to look for Barb and Robin. Not that you even can when there’s a sudden blur in your vision. The corners of your eyes left bubbling with this shock.

You’ve wanted this forever and you want Eddie, but you don’t think you could stomach the idea of people thinking you’re some gullible simp. And maybe he can tell because he’s quickly taking you aside.

Lovingly, he holds you, brushing hair out of your face and swallowing the pins in his throat, “I hope these are happy tears or something…” he laughs hollowly, “If not, I’m sorry.”

And the tears decide to fester on themselves, spreading like sores down the sides of your face, you think you’re really smitten with this guy. You wipe the tears and sniffle and say, “I’m so done being dramatic, but it feels like I have to be.”

Eddie shakes his head softly, and now you can feel his hands on you - they’re warm, “Why do you have to be dramatic? You’re, like, the frontman of the Individuality band.”

You wrench your face sharply, smearing the sores from under your eyes, “I just don’t wanna move too fast,” but you’re shifting closer to him, “I feel like I should be mad, but I’m not anymore, and I don’t know if this is the right way to go about everything.”

“Well, you know- I can’t make you forgive me- “

“That’s the thing, Eddie,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut so tight that not even Geoff Capes could pry them open, “I do forgive you! I forgave you ten minutes after I found out! I haven’t been mad at you, but everybody else thinks I should be and I’m just not - and that’s so fucking scary.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then his hands slide down from your arms to your hands and he feels even warmer now, “I have to show you something.”

The girls and Higgins and the nightmare of this high school drama are left behind as Eddie drags you to the drama room. He’s rambling, in his usual stupid-sweet way, with a message that basically settles into “the guys are mad at me, but they can eat rocks”.

A pink symbol of Venus lays against a blue, purple, and orange sunset on a crumbled white banner on the middle table. It’s squiggly and the colors don’t bleed into each other quite right.

“Did you paint it yourself?” you turn to Eddie.

He inhales sharply, shrugging, “Yeah, had to retry like three times.”

“And you think I’m worth all this trouble?”

“I had five more plans if this one didn’t work and you didn’t tell me off.”

Because he thinks you’re sweet and loving, and you lean in and kiss him.

And he wraps his arms around you, tight like you might suddenly slither out. He buries his face into the junction between your neck and shoulders, hair tickling the side of your face.

“I missed this,” he whispers, going lax against you, “God, I missed this.”

Suddenly, you frown and he can feel it, “I should probably redo my assignment.”

He pulls back, plucking stray hairs out of his face with a quirked brow, “You finished it?”

“Yeah,” your face grows hot at this admission, “I went on a rage bender and it was done before Jane’s bedtime.”

But he laughs, full-bodied and entirely contagious - you find yourself giggling along with him. Eddie’s head is thrown back before he sighs, shaking his head, “You should keep it, it’d be funny!”

“No way!” you lightly punch his chest, brows furrowed, “I can’t be one of those people complaining about their boyfriend - that’s crazy!”

“Then I can help, if you want,” Eddie offers, leaning back in to kiss you.

But you lean further away, a teasing smile on your lips, “Nope. I want it to be a surprise!”

“Good things?”

“You know it.”

“I have good things in mine, too.”

“I’d hope so,” you lean in to return his kiss this time, then pull back suddenly, “But don’t think you can just pull extravagant bullshit every time you mess up!”

“Of course, not,” he rolls his eyes, “There’s also smaller bouquets of flowers and trinkets and jewelry.”

You laugh and finally lean in, only to pull back again, “But seriously- !”

“I know, sweetheart,” he closes in for you, stealing a chaste peck, “I’m messing with you.”

“Good,” and you cup his cheeks this time, bringing him back in for a much harder, more passionate, very deserved kiss.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #10 things i hate about you #eddie.🍓#10 things i hate about you.🍹

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ere-na · 2 months

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I get the disappointment re: the lack of bojere content. We were all expecting more, especially after finding out that JO would spend so many days with him. But I don't think Jere hates bojere, considering how much he himself has willingly and knowingly fed us bojere enjoyers. But I do feel like he is afraid that his involvement and presence throws a shadow over JO, and really wanted JO to have their proper moment in Finland now, and not make it about him. And having been to both shows, I think it was the right call. I feel like even bringing Häärijä on stage on Saturday, while cute, was unnecessary and a bit of a mistake. Sunday's show was the perfect JO experience and I'm glad they got to have it and that Jere was able to enjoy it from the audience for once. And also he is on vacation and kinda in between "eras" right now, and JO is also moving on from ESC, so I feel them playing Cha Cha cha now would have felt weird. Idk, maybe they'll do something in July, when Jere is back to work, so to speak. Or maybe they won't. But I'm happy they'll at least get to meet again fairly soon. Especially when I think about last May and Jere crying, because he didn't know if he'd see bojan again. 🥺❤️ And I'll continue to wish for a proper collab song, so that they would always have an excuse to perform together if the opportunity arose and it wouldn't be awkward (like playing just Käärijä or JO song would be, I think)

(puting under cut because I'm just waffling depressing shit)

man, anon, I don't even know why it's hitting me so hard. The weird thing is that I fully agree with everthing: him on stage would have been unnecessary and kinda setting a bad precedent, and I'm happy they keep their friendship private, as they should. (the friendship that is absolutely real and I never doubted that). But the timing and the way it was done... like the silence is so fucking loud. The only conclusion I can draw is that Jere regrets doing things the way he's done during JO Nordic Tour... Am I now a bad person that I enjoyed that content? Because whenever I had a bad day it was such a comfort to look up videos of Jere and Bojan... but if he regrets that those videos are public, I feel like I'm not allowed to rely on them anymore.. That we're not invited to Bojere anymore.

And again it's completely fine, they don't own us anything. But the christmas is gone and I don't know what to do now.. I keep reminding myself that I can't expect anything and honestly that's very depressing.

I also undestand that these are fully my personal issues, I'm most likely overthinking all this to oblivion and I'm also sorry for bringing all this up here. It would make me most happy to know I'm the only one feeling this way.

Oh and I love you anon, I hope you have a good day 💖

#personal

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smartycvnt · 3 months

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Want You Back

Title: Want You Back

Pairing: Charlotte King x Reader

Word Count: 1023

Ash felt like she was going to throw up. It was never easy sitting idly by while waiting for test results. Ash was terrified about not being able to see her career through. She had sacrificed so much, and if these results came back positive, all of it would be for nothing. She had finally earned her dream role, and there was a chance that it would be ripped away from her grasp.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ash jumped at the sound of Charlotte's voice. She knew that this was the hospital where Charlotte was employed, but Ash had not expected to see Charlotte at all. They had been avoiding each other since their breakup.

"You're not my doctor," Ash said plainly. Charlotte rolled her eyes and sat down across from Ash. "Why are in here?"

"Because I've gotten four pages today that you're in here waiting for pretty big test results. Everybody still has it in their heads that we're together," Charlotte told Ash. There was more to it than that. Charlotte wouldn't have come if she didn't know that Ash needed support. Charlotte may have been a shitty girlfriend at times, but she had always been great about a few things.

"Are you staying?" Ash asked.

"Of course I am. Things weren't great, but if you're sick, you deserve a solid support system," Charlotte said. She looked guilty, and Ash wondered if maybe Charlotte had seen the results already.

"Well, thank you." The two of them sat in an awkward silence until the other doctor came back. Charlotte noticed the lack of pamphlets in his hands about treatment options, and her muscles let go of tension that she hadn't realized that she was holding. Ash noticed that straight away, which also prompted her to relax a little.

"I have good news and bad news. The good news is that your results came back negative. The bad news is that you're showing signs of extreme stress. Dr. King, you're going to want to stay on her about being better. I understand Hollywood can be pretty stressful, but you're working yourself to a very early grave," the doctor said. Ash didn't care about a word he said after her results coming back negative. Charlotte, however, had a puzzled look on her face.

It had been barely 3 months since their official break up. Ash had been out doing auditions, and Charlotte had even seen her name added to a few pretty big guest spots. Things looked like they were finally going well for Ash. Charlotte didn't even stop to think of how hard Ash had been pushing herself to get and keep these roles. The way Ash pushed herself to prepare for auditions and various roles had been a big part of why they had broken up in the first place.

"I'll keep a close eye on her from now on. Thank you," Charlotte said. The doctor took that as his cue to leave. Ash quickly began to gather her things, but Charlotte blocked her from the door.

"Excuse me, but I really need to get out of here. I'm on a tight schedule," Ash said. She hoped that Charlotte would just move, but it was obvious that the blonde wasn't going anywhere. "Make the lecture quick please, I have to get to the gym."

"I'm sorry that I didn't think to help you sooner. I thought that it was a good thing at first, but now I can see that it's not. You do not need to push yourself this hard for every little thing that comes your way. You're good, and if they can't see that, then it's their loss. Please, take care of yourself, I am begging you. I don't want to be here by myself in a year because you pushed yourself too hard." Ash had heard a lot of things in her life, but she had never expected to hear Charlotte pleading with her.

"You said that you didn't care what happened to me. Charlotte, you said I was vapid and going to end up like one of those washups on a reality TV show in ten years with a loveless marriage. You said so many things to me that I can't stop thinking about. I think about it all the time, and everything you ever said now tears me up inside," Ash interjected. She could remember every single thing that Charlotte had said in their last fight. It had been replaying over and over again inside of her mind. "What's changed since then? Why do you suddenly care about me?"

"I don't suddenly care!" Charlotte shouted. Ash backed away from her. Charlotte sighed and sat back down in her chair. "I don't suddenly care. I've cared this whole time, but I didn't think you'd want to see me again after what I said. Why the hell would you forgive me if I can't forgive myself for saying those things?"

"Because I am a sucker for surgeons with charming southern accents. I kept thinking I had to do something different, but maybe it wasn't on just one of us to change. How about we help each other this time?" Ash suggested. Charlotte ran a hand through her hair as she blew out a heavy breath. Ash stood back and waited anxiously for an answer.

Charlotte could see the nervous twiddling of Ash's hands and the little tremor that Charlotte thought had gone away. She stood up and opened her arms for Ash to come towards her for a hug. Ash took the offered hug without an ounce of hesitation. It felt nice to be back in Charlotte's arms, almost like Ash was getting to come home after being out in the cold for too long.

"This won't magically fix everything, but it's a start," Charlotte said. Ash knew that they had a long journey ahead of them to rebuild their relationship in a healthier light, but she was prepared. They had made their fair share of mistakes, and now was the test to see if either of them had truly learned their lessons or not.

#one shot #my writing #private practice x reader #private practice #charlotte king x reader #charlotte king

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 11 months

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Hey if your requests are still open can you write a story about artemisia finding out she’s pregnant but also being told she’s being assigned to protect the Princess of Sparta who she eventually falls in love with.

Accident

Warnings: Mentions of implied sexual abuse, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff,

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Artemisia x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Artemisia with a baby. You don't need more explanation and/or context.

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Eva Green characters]

I know my capabilities. I know what I am capable of, what I can improve and how little I am bad at. My soldiers knew it, my enemies knew it. But none so much as my lord, the great King Darius; so much so that he allowed me to be the guardian of his youngest daughter, Princess Y/N.

Of course, this has its advantages and disadvantages.

My king had full confidence in me to place his most precious treasure in my care. This made my chest swell with pride.

But, being on the lookout for a spoiled child like Princess Y/N, I had to say goodbye to my faithful friend, the ocean.

The sea, the port and my ship would always be an important part of my history, being the only thing I had known throughout my life. They would always be a part of my life. Despite the gulp of salt water I got the last time I was in those parts.

Before I could ramble on, the palace doors opened abruptly, causing me to cut myself with the small dagger I was playing with.

"So here you are."

And there was my least favorite voice, the voice of Princess Y/N. Sometimes I really felt like I was going to rip her head off every time I heard her voice.

"Yes, I was trying to find my happiness, and you just scared it away."

"Ha ha, even though I really love your jokes, I need you to stop slacking off and accompany me to the market."

"Do I have an option class?"

"Not unless you want to continue to keep your own head."

Before I could comment any further, the princess's head disappeared, letting me know that I had no choice.

I put my gun away and set out to follow the woman.

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The market always caused me headaches and some dizziness, but today, these symptoms were only getting worse.

"Hey, will you stop being so slow?" shouted the princess just watching as I reloaded my weight in my hand back onto a bard. After a while, I still didn't move "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine" just as I tried to keep walking, but, I felt my head getting even dizzier.

"No, you're not well."

Without much time to process, I felt my legs fail me, but just before my chest hit the ground, the princess's arms caught me.

"Okay, all in all, you're not well."

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"Okay, tell me, what the fuck happened to you?" the princess asked as she wrung out a wet cloth to put on my forehead.

"I told you I don't know."

"So, you're fainting just because?"

"May I not faint!"

The princess changed the cloth to proceed to sit on the small bed she had forced me to lie on.

A silence fell between us, me trying to calm my breathing, while T/Y began to play with her fingers, her eyes fixed on the dock.

"Have you had any other symptoms?"

"What?"

"Did it hurt any more, silly?!"

"I don't remember."

"Have you been feeling tired?"

"More than usual."

"Do you feel nauseous in the morning?"

"Not just in the morning" that's when I realized something wasn't quite right. "In fact, I also feel like throwing up when the sea breeze hits my nose."

"The smell of the sea?" I nodded. "How strange, more so being you."

Again an awkward silence filled the room. Until suddenly the princess jumped to her feet.

"Sure!, you're pregnant!"

"Of course not!"

"Does my father know that you are still in service despite your condition?"

"What condition?"

"Well, your pregnancy."

"THAT I'M NOT PREGNANT, DAMN IT!" the shout startled the princess so much that it made her suddenly shut up "excuse me."

"When was the last time you had blood coming out down there?"

Seeing that the princess was taking the conversation very seriously, I got out of bed and sat up.

"I don't really remember."

"Were you with your boyfriend these past few days?"

"Boyfriend?, what are you talking about, a person like me doesn't have time to have partners?"

"So, how the hell did you get pregnant?" we both stared at each other, until the memory came to my mind making me look away uncomfortably. "Artemisia, are you okay?"

"Actually… if anything happened."

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Weat was running down my forehead, while a constant stabbing pain in my spine, my hips and my pelvic bone causing me to start pushing unconsciously.

For the first time in my life I could say that I was completely terrified.

"Where is she, is she okay?" A tiny, tiny part of my heart felt so much better as soon as I heard T/Y's voice. She quickly walked over to me.

"Are you okay, how are you feeling?"

"Never in my life… have I ever felt as much pain as I did today" I found it hard to speak, the pain was killing me. "And that… I've been pierced in the stomach with a sword."

We both let out a little giggle.

"I'm glad to hear that at least you still have that acidic sense of humor."

Before I could answer her anything, a stabbing pain in my hip made it impossible for me to think of anything but a piercing scream; causing Y/N herself to freak out.

"Princess" one of the nurses called her attention to her "she's about to give birth".

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"Are you okay?"

"Do you realize this is like the eighth time you've asked me that?"

I myself laughed as I watched T/N move from one side of the room to the other, holding the baby in her arms.

"Do you have any names for him yet?"

As time passed, T/N and I became close. She was the only friend I had. She helped me a lot during the pregnancy, with my job and especially with her father. But I still hadn't been 100 percent honest with her. Maybe it's time to be.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"I thought we were friends…" commented the princess as she looked away from the bundle in her arms to look at me.

"We are" I confirmed

"Friends are sincere," she commented, turning her attention back to the baby.

Inhale a large amount of air and exhale slowly.

"I don't know if I want to keep the baby…."

"What?" she stopped abruptly and started walking straight toward me.

"You said you weren't going to judge me!"

"I'm not judging you…just that" she lifted the baby a little so that he was at my eye level "Who wouldn't want this little fish?" she spoke as she pursed her lips, eliciting a sweet, soft voice for the sleeping child's comfort.

I have to admit, they were both completely adorable in my eyes.

"It's not a matter of wanting it or not" I began to speak, trying to stop T/N from putting the child in my exhausted arms "it's simple. I don't know if you remember, your majesty" I watched as the princess rolled her eyes. I laughed internally and continued to make my point "I am part of your father's military corps and one of my main jobs was to protect you, not the other way around."

"If it's the child's safety you're concerned about, I can take care of him"

"Are you crazy?"

"Why?"

"What would your dad say?, what would your brother say?, what would the kingdom say?"

"I thought you realized that I don't care about the opinion of either my dad, or my inept brother, much less the town when I try to run away hiding on a boat." we both laughed. "We can both raise little Hossein. You and me against the world."

"Hossein?"

"Yes, it means beautiful. Just like this baby, right?" she spoke softly as she bounced the baby a little. "Are you just as beautiful as your mommy?"

"I am not beautiful" I commented as I closed my eyes with the intention of sleeping for a moment.

"Did you hear that, little Hossein, you and I will have to prove to your mommy that she is the most beautiful woman to ever walk the planet."

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Time passed faster than I would like to admit. And with it, my responsibilities increased. I no longer had to take care of one child, now I had to take care of two.

"Artemisia!"

Not to mention the many tasks that the king gave me.

"Yes, sir, can I help you?"

"No, my daughter, I've just been told by some people that you should see your little ones more often" he smiled at me.

Before he could ask, the door to the throne room crashed open, letting the screams of T/N and Hossein echo throughout the palace.

"Slow down T/N!" shouted the little boy.

"You'll never catch me you little fish!"

As my eyes watched the two unruly little ones screaming and running back and forth, behind me the king's laughter puzzled me a little.

"Oh my daughter, you don't know how much I appreciate the youth and laughter your little Hossein has brought."

"You two, that's enough!"

Both quickly stopped their laughter and stood still. T/N even had to climb down from a step that simulated an obstacle in their game.

"I'm sorry, Mommy" little Hossein pouted rather adorably.

"Yes, sorry mommy."

I had to admit that, when T/N called me mommy, I felt a little electric shock in my intimate part.

"Where have they been?"

"I was with Panem, he promised me he would teach me how to fight, just like you" the boy commented, giving me a toothy smile, the cutest smile I had ever seen.

"That's great, kiddo," I smiled back as my hand tousled his hair. Our way of showing affection for each other. "And you?" I pointed at T/N with my chin.

"I went to see the oracle."

"What for?"

"I tasked her with some important questions for the nation," interrupted the king, winking at T/N.

"Well children, let the king do his job."

My two hands rested on the backs of both of them and guided them out of the room.

Before I knew it Hossein ran off leaving T/N and I alone.

"What did you go to consult the oracle for?"

"My father told you the reason."

"Honey, you know I'm very fond of your father and I'm as close to fond of you as I can get, but I don't think shit of it."

I tried to make her laugh, but T/N just looked at the floor, somewhat uncomfortable.

"If I tell you the real reason, you'll laugh at me."

"Princess, I would never laugh at you."

"Close your eyes" I looked at her suspiciously. "Trust me."

I closed my eyes as instructed, but we didn't move or do anything.

Which began to intrigue me even more.

When I least realized it, T/N's lips collided with mine stealing a kiss, to which I responded almost immediately.

I didn't know that I needed a kiss from T/N's lips in order to be completely happy.

When shortness of breath set in and we had to separate, we both gave each other a smile.

"Hmm I didn't know I wanted this so badly."

"You wanted it too?"

"Sure, T/N. Remember, it's you and me against the world."

"You, me and Hossein" reminded me T/N.

"Sure, let's not forget the little fish. You, Hossein and me."

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It took me a lot longer than I would have liked (college, 104°F heat, and going to my hometown PRIDE march is tough) but IT'S HERE.

Thank you very much for requesting me. I love you ❤

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#artemisia x reader #artemisia i de caria x reader #artemisia x fem!reader #artemisia i de caria x fem!reader #eva green #eva green x reader #300 movies #300 rise of an empire #eva green imagine #lgbtq #lesbian

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allycat004 · 6 months

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Green with Envy (sneak peek) || Klaus Mikaelson

❧ Warnings: Slight dirty talk, some form of hair pulling, slight choking, mentions of smut.

❧ Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem Reader

❧ Summary: You are at a dinner party with a date where Klaus is also in attendance. You two have been hooking up and spending time together because he wanted things to be casual, but after seeing you with someone else he gets jealous and begins to rethink his choice.

❧ Author's Note: Hi Lovelies, here is a sneak peek of my next fic that I will try to get out as soon as possible. I might have it be two parts depending on if I get the courage to write a whole smutty fic lol. I hope you enjoy!

“ Who the fuck does he think he is? “ I groan.

“ Get out, leave me alone.. I don’t want to deal with you right now. “ I said sternly as I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest.

" Awe come on Love, I was just having some fun.. don't be like that. " He said as he took one step closer, but I put my hand up signaling that I would prefer it if he kept his distance from me.

" He's not the one for you, let alone the one you should be here with Y/N. " Klaus said and I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

#klaus mikaelson fic #klaus mikaelson #the vampire diaries #klaus x reader #fanfic writing #fanfic #sneak peek

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midisdying · 1 year

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Ok. Hear me out!

ME3 Sleep deprived MShepard shenanigans and very brief Mshenko.

I had this idea for a long time now and I need to let it out. I haven't written anything in a while so you will have to excuse me poor writing skills...

I just wanted some fluff ok?!

AND IF THERE ISN'T NONE I'LL MAKE IT MYSELF!

also Happy late N7 day ppl!

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It wasn't unusual to see Commander Shepard hanging around random areas of the Normandy. Talking to his crew or just doing paper work.

When asked why he wouldn't make use of his personal quarters he'd say it helped him stay focused and awake. The only thing he'd skip over was the amount of time he'd actually stay awake for. Like the time while still working for Cerberus, Shepard had stayed awake for three days in a row (against the very sound medical advice of Dr. Chakwas) before the Normandy's first touchdown on Tuachanka.

Nevertheless, Shepard knew his limit and upon reaching it he would head back to his quarters for a few hours of rest before repeating the cycle.

So to say that finding their CO passed out at one of the mess hall tables was a bit of a surprise to some of the lower rank crew members of the Normandy would be an understatement.

"He's been out for a while now, hasn't he?" Garuss asked, joining the little circle of some of the oldest members of the Normandy crew that had gathered around the table occupied by Shepard's slumped body. Others either actively avoiding or sending curious glances towards the group.

"I guess even that abomination couldn't keep him up at this point. Swear I saw him adding three tablespoons of coffee into that thing last night.” Kaidan said while taking a long, disgusted look at the cup standing not too far from Shepard's face.

"Good thing then that he has all those cybernetics, otherwise his heart might’ve stopped. Again." Joker mentioned sitting at the opposite side of the table.

"Should we do anything? Like wake him up? I can't imagine that this is the most comfortable sleeping position for humans.” Tali spoke up, turning her head towards Liara who just came up behind her.

"I suppose we could, but we could also get some markers, or if we're feeling especially mean-"

"Not if we don't want to get a biotic throw to the face as soon as he wakes up, we don't." Kaidan swiftly interrupted whatever Joker was about to suggest.

"Yeah, you'd know something about that, right? Cause you know, you almost shot him."

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" Kaidan looked back at Joker who was mildly amused by the major's irritation.

"Can we backtrack a bit? Why markers? What would we even do with them?" Garrus spoke up before the two could start anything else.

"I assume that Jeff and Major Alenko are talking about a form of a popular hazing prank done by humans in which the sleeping person, in most cases, has their face drawn on or covered with various usually viscous substances. Like toothpaste, soap, whipped cream, or glue.” Explained EDI.

There was a moment of silence where the non-human crew looked at eachother and then at the two awake humans in the room. Liara first broke the quiet atmosphere.

"That seems… incredibly childish."

"Yeah, it does." Garrus agreed then added "SO, where do we keep the markers?"

The asari turned her gaze towards the former C-Sec officer with a disappointed expression. "You can't be serious about this.”

"Come on, Liara, it'll boost morale." Garrus said trying to jokingly convince the asari into joining the mischief.

"Can we draw something nice, though?" asked Tali.

"You can draw whatever you want, Tali" Joker answered slowly standing up from the table.

"You're really going to let them do this, EDI?" Kaiden asked, making his voice a bit louder, even though he knew he didn't really need to.

"I am taking this as an opportunity to expand my knowledge on organic humor."

"Just no dicks, alright?" He said mainly looking at Joker in mild defeat.

For now Joker staggered over to the medbay to ask Dr. Chakwas about the markers, Tali and Garuss disappeared to ask about them in the crew’s quarters, and Liara went back to her room in search of something. Kaiden was left alone in the mess hall with his sleeping boyfriend.

He brought himself to sit in a chair closer to Shepard, looking over his relaxed form. It was a rare sight these days. Understandably, with what felt like the entire galaxy pushing down on the commanders shoulders. He slowly reached out to delicately caress Shapars cheek, to which he unconsciously leaned into the touch. Kaiden slightly startled that he accidentally woke up his lover retreated his hand but even after a minute of stillnes Shepard hasn't shifted. The only noticeable movement was his chest slightly rising and falling with every breath.

The major sat back for a moment taking in the sight before him then stood up taking the cup, containing the now cold, disgusting beverage, to dispose of it. He may love this man, but he definitely doesn't approve of his taste in coffee.

Three hours later Shepard woke up to a glass of water and a ration bar with a note from Kaidan, a blanket he saw laying on Liaras bed during one of their often talks, as well as a surprising amount of doodles on his face in blue, red, and black marker.

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the-coincidence-child · 1 year

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A soft sign fell from the female's lips as she stood amidst the white roses, enjoying the feeling of the gentle spring breeze blowing through her hair.

The Sakamaki manor might have somewhat of a bad name in the area, often referred to as a 'haunted house', she could not deny that its garden was absolutely stunning. It was almost more of a miniature forest rather than a garden, surrounding the entire mansion as well as spreading behind it, with trees and flowers blooming the whole year through.

It had rather quickly become her favorite spot, especially at times when she needs some alone time, away from the brothers and their everyday antics.

However, today there was another - rather unexpected - visitor.

"...Eh?"

Sharon almost did not believe her own eyes, wondering for a second if she was perhaps dreaming or hallucinating. Did Reiji put something in that slice of cheesecake she found in the fridge and ate earlier?

After all, what could a child be doing over here? This was no place for children. Her initial instinct was to go warn the boy and urge him to leave as soon as possible, but his overall aura an demeanor seemed calm, not at all like what you would expect from a lost child who just wandered into unknown territory.

Then perhapsーー?

"...E-Excuse me! Uhm...Well...This might sound really strange but...Who might you be? I've never seen you around here and we don't exactly get a lot of visitors either. ...Especially not children your age."

"Ahaha! Right! How silly of me! I should probably introduce myself first, huh? My bad! I'm Sharon! I'm a...resident of this manor, I suppose you could say?"

[He needed a break. A break from hiding in the addict at least. He hadn’t gone to school for a week just to get away from having to Subaru’s face for the week. But as well as stay away from the whole fiasco of a women moving in. He hadn’t caught her name, or try to get any info on her at the moment. Not like he cared she was just another bride the brothers would kill and throw away like trash onto the sidewalk.]

[He sat in silence listening to the air, watching the pedals move slightly. It was a hot summer night he could only cling to fall or winter to approach. He had planned to completely stay away from the girl as he didn’t want anything to do with another bride but it was fatal, there was no hiding. Especially from the curious ones.]

[He was too concentrated on the scenery in front of him to notice the pink haired women who was standing near him. Watching him in confusion. He was too caught up in watching the hallucinations of.. Her in front him to know. His eyes held a empty regret. It wasn’t until Sharon was half way through her sentence for him to start hearing her, once he cut out the noise of screams.]

“..Hah…?”

[He turned to look at her, only to reveal beautiful familiar scarlet eyes, a pale face his mouth open enough to see his two front teeth. He didn’t move, he didn’t glare, he just stared at her like she was some idiot. Listening to her introduce herself. He merely blinked at her holding a dead expression. His eyes intense staring holes into Sharon.]

“A resident? I knew that already, there’s no need to introduce yourself I know who you are.”

[He turned back to look at the scenery behind him inside. Playing with the white roses petals gently. He may have seemed calm but in his mind he was screaming ‘shit shit shit’.]

“You know.. If you approach people in this house randomly you’ll only end up getting yourself hurt or worse..”

“Killed.”

[His tone seemed all to familiar, though it was calm and collected still holding a slight feeling of annoyance.]

#diabolik oc #diabolik lovers #aslan #aslan sakamaki #sakamaki aslan #Sharon #strawberry-bride #ask #interaction #rp #{ giggling kicking my feet }

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georgiaheartsdilfs · 2 years

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There's a party and you play truth or dare, you get dared to kiss Enzo by Caroline. The kiss lasted longer than expected and since reader has liked him for so long, she excuses herself and Enzo follow her asking what was that about. She was like it's a game I had to kiss you, he teases her and tries to see if he's right and says to kiss him if it meant nothing but she I'd hesitant. (Caroline is the only one who knows of her crush and reader is human ). Thank you

It's Just a Game, Until It Isn't | Enzo St John x Reader

"truth or dare, y/n?" Care asks giddily, we had been playing this game for about an hour, maybe more but I couldn't tell. I think Damon fell asleep right when the game started.

"dare" I smile confidently, Caroline was my best friend out of everyone. She knew everything from my favourite colour to my crush... being Enzo.

"kiss enzo" she grins and everyones jaw drops. Enzo and I weren't a pair, not a pair that looked good together so Damon say.

"another one? i'm sure Enzo wouldn't wound up kissing me because of a dare." I shrug it off, I like Enzo a lot and I mean like he made me feel like a little girl again even though that was only ten years ago... sort of.

"oh come on love, one kiss couldn't be that earth shattering to your ego." Enzo smirks "it's not my ego i'm trying to save." I lie to him but manage to maintain my heart beat at the same pace.

"do it then" Bonnie smiles to us and I chuckle "fine" I finally get out.

Enzo walks towards me with a smirk placing his hands on my cheeks, slowly pressing his lips against mine. I didn't want to part my lips from his, they were so different to any other lips I felt.

Sure I could taste the blood of his last meal, but I didn't mind it. Unless I died from consuming another's blood...

I couldn't care less really.

Enzo eventually pulls apart, everyone looking at us weirdly "that was long..." Elena says, I look over to Caroline who smiles at me. My cheeks turn red "excuse me" I say walking past everyone.

Walking into the bathroom, I check myself out in the mirror. Turning on the tap placing my hands underneath it.

"What happened?" a voice scares me, I jump throwing my hands up in the air the water in my hands going everywhere "oh- god enzo" I shake my head.

"what do you mean?" I ask him, swallowing the saliva down my throat turning off the tap "well what was the kiss about, love?" he asks me "it was just a dare" I laugh it off "yet you were hesitant to kiss me." Enzo says getting closer to me with each step "no, i was just being considerate, don't you have your eyes on someone?" I ask him, clearing my throat.

"i suppose i do." he says taking a step back to lean against the wall.

A wave of silence washed over us until he spoke again "are you sure it meant nothing?" he asks "completely nothing, i mean it was a good kiss you know but like it was just a game." I chuckle.

Turning the tap on once again to wash my face, the water building up in my hands as I splash it gently against my face. Drying my face with the hand towel next to me.

"just a game." Enzo assures himself "yep just a game, nothing more." I smile turning the tap off.

"alright so kiss me again." he states, spinning around shocked at his demand.

"what Enzo, I'm not going to kiss you on the spot just to prove-" "Kiss me, that's all I ask. If it's just a game, Kiss me." he says, cutting me off from the bullshit that was continuously flowing from my lips like niagra falls.

"fine" I say rubbing my dome "fine, I'll do it, just to prove a point." I say and he smirks, stepping closer to me, placing his hands softly on my cheeks then pushing his lips against mine.

We pull apart and I try to keep my heart from racing fast. "nothing?" he asks and I nod "nothing." clearing my throat before exiting the room.

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thessalian · 4 days

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Thess vs "Little" Extras

So once again, work is seismic levels of bullshit.

We weren't doing too badly - just about caught up, in fact. This is despite the fact that every single last one of the little fuckers I work with keep leaving me with the problem dictations. So I get all the placentas (and The Placenta Guy is working overtime at the moment, damn near literally), all the bowel resections (dictated by people who either dictate too fast, speak with a difficult accent, dictate a report full of grammatical errors, or all of the above), and all the ones by the various newbies who either haven't figured out that maybe switching off the recording while you're taking measurements would be a good idea so that a typist doesn't have to sit through 10-15 seconds of silence between each measurement, have no idea how block keys work, or both. This is my main annoyance. I may have little snippets designed to make typing the stuff The Placenta Guy throws at me a little easier, but that shouldn't be an excuse to throw all of them at me. And yes, I know they do this to me specifically because when I see the queue get larger and look over, I see stuff that was put into the queue before any of the stuff in mine, put there by someone who picked it up out of the queue and decided they didn't want to do it so put it back.

(At least they seem to have figured out that if they're going to pull that shit on me, they should take some of the bullshit from The Breast Guy off my hands.)

Anyway, today all the doctors doing dictation a) came in somewhere in the middle of the day, b) dictated their asses off, and c) dumped the typing into the queue in big blocks of 20+ reports at a go. So you can imagine that even working flat-out, our queue went from mid double figures to low triple figures and we couldn't whittle it down. So that's a mess to look forward to come Tuesday - especially given that they seem to have been coming in on weekends lately, too. I heard talk in our last staff meeting (our first staff meeting, really) that we were looking for a new staffer. That was months ago and I have, of course, heard jack squat. So this is fun.

So in the middle of all this - dealing with all the fiddly frustrating bits of typing that no one wants to do - I get an email from Scruffman, my manager. He's apparently supposed to be writing a Standard Operating Procedure document for the department. Thing is, he's not writing it. Apparently he either can't be arsed or doesn't know what our SOP actually is. Because he asks me if I can write a step-by-step SOP guide to the typing so he can put it in his document. That's ... it. No details. So, grumbling because I am busy actually doing the SOP he's asking me to put down on 'paper', I put together a bullet-pointed list and go, "Is that the sort of thing you were after?" He says yes. I think that's done.

Nope. Then he emails me back going, "So could you grab some screenshots, and put that and your list together as a Word document?"

...I really want to know why he asks me to do the fiddly shit. I'd feel a lot better about it if he told me that it's because I'm one of the most competent people in the department instead of just dumping it on me without any sort of comment, which generally leaves me to think that he picks me for this shit because I'm the one that won't complain at him.

Anyway, I tell him I don't actually have Word on my work laptop. I don't use Word at work. (Hell, I don't use Word at home; I have OpenOffice). But, because I do believe in actually doing my fucking job, I tell him that the only way I could do it is if I took the screenshots, emailed them to myself, and did it on my home computer.

To which he says, "Great; Tuesday's fine. Thanks!"

Now I'm trying to figure out whether I want to start late or leave early on Tuesday because there is no way I'm doing that shit unpaid. Thankfully, I know for a fact that Scruffman would never expect me to (he told me to log out early when I spent 15 minutes of my own time filling out my staff evaluation form, and this is far more delineated as 'work') so that's fine. Thing is, we're getting to a point where I don't know how much we can afford to have me off doing something else. I am the one person in the fucking department who doesn't dodge any work that might be deemed 'difficult' or 'annoying' or 'something they just don't want to do'.

Anyway, after all this, I have to leave the house. Enough groceries to tide me over until the monthly Big Shop can be delivered, and pain meds. It's been a rough week and I keep getting migraine stabs. It's not fun.

#Thess has a day job

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banannabethchase · 11 months

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hangkenny & the song 'i hate myself for loving you'

Over Again - Also on AO3

Kenny and Adam have torn each other apart dozens upon dozens of times. The question now is whether it's worth the work to put each other back together.

Title from Over Again by One Direction. Don't. Don't say it. Let me be a dork. Here have some angst. I hope this is the direction you're looking for!

Adam feels tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he collides with Kenny, lips crashing together with less romance and more desperation.

“We shouldn’t do this,” Kenny says, as Adam works his lips across Kenny’s jaw. “Fuck, Adam, I – ”

“What?” Adam asks. The tears are welling in a way he can’t deny now, something more powerful trying to get out of him than can be said through words alone. “Are you gonna act like I’m the only one who wants this?”

“No!” Kenny yells back at him. “I just – I don’t want to want this.”

Adam falls back like he was hit. “What?”

“You think I don’t hate myself for loving you?” Kenny’s eyes are teary too. “Jesus, Adam, all we’ve done is destroy each other, ever since we won the stupid fucking titles. And now – now there’s no excuse to keep tearing ourselves apart, is there?” He rubs a fist across his eyes, but all it does is smear the tears across his face, make it more obvious. It somehow hurts Adam more. “We should – we should end this, now. Before we kill each other.”

Adam thought leaving him for dead in the ring was a fluke, an emotional reaction. Thought it was Kenny’s anger at losing superseding his love for Adam, that it was a one time thing.

“You really did mean to leave me, didn’t you,” Adam almost whispers.

“Yeah,” Kenny says. He won’t meet Adam’s eyes. “I did.”

Adam leans down as the victory settles over him, as he hears his name announced as the new champion, hand on Kenny’s chest.

“I didn’t ever leave you,” he whispers to Kenny, head dipped so his hair hides his words from the world.

He doesn’t allow Kenny the chance to say anything back, just lets him leave the ring. He celebrates, bittersweet.

Adam isn’t going to cry, exactly, but he could throw up. The loss is his fault, he knows, but it would hurt less if it was against anyone else. John won’t look him in the eye, Matt seems to have lost any of the amiability he’d cautioned earlier in the summer, and Nick’s gestures feel empty now that his waist is bare.

He resists the urge to rub at the bruise Kenny left on him, though it would hurt less than the mark Kenny left on his soul.

They stand in the ring together. The four of them. For the first time in years.

And Adam can’t meet Kenny’s eyes, just in case what he wants to see is missing. He can’t do that to himself. Not again.

The broom feels a bit like forgiveness in the face of death, as Kenny passes it to Adam in front of the BCC. They haven’t been this close without trying to kill each other much in years, and Adam would be lying if he said he didn’t half expect Kenny to hit him with the broom.

He announces they are the Elite. Kenny doesn’t correct him. And Adam’s a little less anxious.

“I did some terrible shit,” Kenny says, and Adam can barely believe his ears. “Back in the day. And I don’t know if you can ever forgive me. If we could ever go back to the way things use to be. The singing, and all that goofy stuff we just did. It’s fun, but I just…” Adam hears the ache in the silence. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to fully forgive me. And I’m sorry.”

This feels like the wrong moment to hesitate, like if he doesn’t say something right now Kenny will take it all back. “Yeah, um,” Adam says, “me too. You know, maybe. I don’t know, maybe we won’t get back to – this,” because he can’t say what they were to each other, not when this is all so fragile. “Maybe we won’t. Maybe it’s too late. Um.”

“I um –”

Adam speaks before he can stop himself. “But maybe we can.”

“If it’s any consolation, it’s something I’m willing to work on.”

Adam fights the smile, the hope that wells in his heart. “Me, too.”

“It’s, uh.”

“Me too.” Adam winces, wishing he hadn’t interrupted.

Kenny has what might be considered a smile in his eyes. “It’s what friends, do, right?”

Adam pretends that doesn’t feel like a knife just dug through his chest, the word friends. They never were truly friends. But, if that’s all Kenny’s able to give him anymore, it’ll be worth it.

Adam speaks before he can stop himself. “For me and Kenny it was always different. I don’t know if we were ever really friends.” He won’t let himself mess this up. “Certainly not best friends. But, after everything we’ve been through, I think I’ve come to realize that we’ve always been something more than that.” He pauses for the shortest of moments, hoping Kenny hears his meaning, hears what he’s really saying with those words. “Something more important. And that’s family.”

He glances at the camera, and wonders if Kenny is watching.

Adam is wondering if somebody redefined “friends” when he wasn’t paying attention, because Kenny’s got him shoved up against a line of lockers and is kissing him like the world might end if he stops.

“Hey,” Adam says, breath catching in his chest, “Kenny, hold on.”

Kenny pulls back, hands gripping Adam’s biceps almost hard enough to hurt. “What?”

“I – you want this?” Adam asks. He wants to pretend he doesn’t feel bewildered, baffled. But he does. “Me, I mean?”

“What?” Kenny asks. He stares at Adam, blue eyes searching. “Are you seriously asking me that right now?”

“Um,” Adam mumbles. “Yes?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kenny says, but he’s laughing as he shakes his head. “Of course I want you. I always have.”

Adam can’t meet his eyes. “I think always is a stretch.”

“It’s not,” Kenny says, voice going soft and sweet, the way Adam’s always melted for. “Even back then, the two of us, that’s what I really wanted.” He rests his forehead against Adam’s, inhaling deeply. “I think I knew I would hold you back.”

“You wouldn’t –”

“I would have.” Kenny stares him down. “Adam, I’m – I’m not a kind person, not really. Not always.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t have let you go for the belt, Adam. I would have been selfish about it. I would have – I would have sabotaged it all more.” Adam’s fighting to hold Kenny’s gaze. It’s not easy. But it feels important. “We needed to figure out who we were without each other. Otherwise we never would have grown.”

“You can’t know that,” Adam mutters. He doesn’t feel safe enough to hope.

“Doesn’t matter now, does it?” Kenny asks. He reaches out and catches Adam’s fingers in his, gentle. “All that matters is if you want to try again.”

Adam thinks of all the reasons on either side of it. They have the ability to destroy each other again, but they survived last time. They could pull the Elite apart at the seams, but they survived that last time, too.

He realizes there isn’t any damage left for them to do that they haven’t already done. Not to each other. Not to their friends. Not to themselves.

Adam steps into Kenny’s face and kisses him, letting the familiarity crash over him. Kenny’s arms pull him close. They still feel like home.

“Okay,” Adam murmurs against Kenny’s lips, the taste of tears and hope on his tongue. “Again.”

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