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bratzforchris · 3 months

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you should do johnnie x fem!reader but she has a christina piercing

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Summary: A post-breakup piercing turns into something much more

Pairing: Body piercer!Johnnie x feminine reader

Warnings: NSFW content, dirty talk, fingering (f), genital piercing

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Thank you for the request! I didn't write a ton of super in-depth smut because of legality (even though this is au and a fanfic, i try to keep it semi appropriate <3), but if you'd like a part 2, send it in my inbox!!

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You had never been a wild girl. Down to have fun? Sure. But never wild. All of that changed today, though, as you walked into your local tattoo and piercing parlor. Having recently gone through a rather messy breakup, you decided the best way to find yourself again was to reclaim your own body. A tattoo had seemed a bit too permanent, whereas ear and nose piercings had seemed too basic. After a bit of research, you had decided on a Christina piercing. Was it a bit out there? Definitely. Then again, no one had to know about it except you and your sexual partners down the line.

You signed your name in at the front desk, feeling so thankful you didn’t have to put down what kind of piercing you wanted. As excited as you were, that would be too embarrassing for you. You waited, anxiously tapping your leg until a man came from the back and called your name.

“Y/N?”

You stood up, meeting him at the door to the back in quick strides. “I’m right here.”

“I’m Johnnie. I’ll be your piercer today. Come on back.” the man nodded, leading you into the studio.

Whatever you had done to piss off the universe, you regretted it. Not only were you about to have a man pierce your clit, he was hot too. He had the classic emo style that you hadn’t seen anyone in real life wear since like 2008, and tattoos and piercings littered his own skin. You couldn’t help but to stare at his spider bites, wondering what it would feel like to kiss and tug on them.

“My eyes are up here.” Johnnie joked, leading you into a private room and closing the door.

‘Fuck, Y/N. Get it together.’ You thought, forcing your eyes to roam up Johnnie’s face to meet his own. That was a mistake, though, because your piercer had the iciest, most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen, rimmed with dark eyeliner that only added to his good looks and complemented his long, black hair.

“Sorry, I’m a little anxious.” You mumbled, cheeks burning.

“I understand,” Johnnie smiled kindly. “So, what piercing were you looking to get today?”

“I, um…” You started, but the words got lost in your throat.

“Let me guess. Nips?” he chuckled.

You shook your head, embarrassingly flustered and Johnnie’s eyes widened with realization.

“I see. Well, a Christina is an anatomy based piercing, so I’ll have to assess before I pierce. Is that okay?” he asked, keeping a cool, professional tone.

You nodded, your cheeks so beyond red both from the conversation and because of how hot Johnnie was. You honestly wished that this was another setting, because you knew he had to remain professional, no matter how badly he or you wanted it. Johnnie politely turned his back while you shimmied out of your pants, knowing there was no going back now. An unfamiliar man was about to see your whole pussy in bright, LED lights and you honestly wished you were more uncomfortable with it.

Once he had gotten confirmation from you, Johnnie turned around, pulling some black, latex gloves onto his hands. “I’m going to touch you now, okay?”

He moved to spread your legs, slowly caressing your inner thighs gently. As Johnnie moved towards your slit, you prayed he wouldn’t notice the dampness that had pooled between your thighs. His gracefully artistic fingers neared your clit and you couldn’t help but to let out a tiny moan at how great it felt. You hadn’t gotten laid in over a month, and you were desperate for an orgasm that wasn’t the product of your hand or battery operated ‘friends’. If Johnnie noticed, he was too polite to say anything. He plucked a flashlight from the medical cart beside him and examined you a bit more. You couldn’t help but to notice the way his fingers lingered on your clit for a moment longer than they should have as you let out another moan.

“You like that?” he chuckled, seeming to be joking.

You didn’t know what possessed you to do it, but you nodded softly, whispering out a “yes.”

Johnnie hummed, coming around the side of the table and whispering in your ear, his breath hot on your neck. “Tell me, Y/N, are you single? Does your boyfriend know you’re trying to get off on my fingers?”

You blushed, trying to arch into his touch. “I’m single.” You grunted out against the arousal.

“Thought so,” he smirked. “Better for me.”

Johnnie turned his back to you as he prepped the needle and jewelry, almost in a teasing way. You heard the plastic opening and couldn’t help but to think about the way that would be the sound of Johnnie opening a condom, prepping himself to go inside you. God, you needed to get it together.

“Are you ready?” he asked you, spreading your legs as he held the needle.

You nodded, eager to see how Johnnie would do this and how it would look. “I am.”

“Deep breath. 1, 2, 3,” Johnnie inserted the needle, quickly and expertly giving you the Christina piercing you had been looking forward to. “Good girl,” he was practically moaning himself. He quickly cleaned you up, caressing your pussy gently and with loving care. “Took that like a fuckin’ champ.”

You blushed at his praise, your clit throbbing both from the pain and from the arousal. “Thank you.”

Johnnie walked you out of the room and to the front counter for you to pay. You were rather disappointed when he disappeared into the back again as you handed the cash for your piercing to the girl working the front desk. Just as you were about to leave, though, Johnnie opened the door and slid a card across the counter to you.

“Aftercare instructions.” he winked.

You flipped the card over as you walked out of the building, only to see a phone number scribbled in messy, black ink on the back with a ‘;)’ and a heart. Somehow, you’d gone in for a piercing, and come out with both a piercing and the desire for a fuck buddy.

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smusherina · 11 days

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yard work - chapter 14 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / chapter 8 / chapter 9 / chapter 10 / chapter 11 / chapter 12 / chapter 13 / chapter 15

You told Mrs George (or was it Ms George now? Too soon?) that you'd drive yourself to the school. Under no circumstance did you want to sit in close quarters to Regina. Besides, you knew she'd have to be there significantly earlier because she was performing. If the thought of being near Regina made you uncomfortable, that of being in that building made your skin crawl.

Why you were even bothering to go was beyond you. You'd been made into a laughing stock, a subject for people to talk about and twist around for the rest of the break. There was no PR response you could concoct to fix this, because for one, there was no time, and secondly nobody would want to hear it.

Maybe this wouldn't ruin your entire fucking life. Maybe you'd get over it eventually. Maybe it would all turn out fine. But it didn't feel like that. You could understand Regina more now, could see more clearly what she'd been talking about when she went on that rant.

Thinking all your problems would dissolve once you were old enough was stupid. That could only be applied to something vain, like pimples and pit stains and body odour. But issues like Regina's, utter self-hatred weaponized against society and everybody around her, and yours, chronic doormat syndrome with a side of people pleaser, could not just resolve. One could not pray the gay away, could not sweep it all under the rug.

You looked at the chicken sandwich in your hand. Mrs George had made some for lunch earlier and you'd swung by after the grocery trip to get you one. Then, she'd driven back to yours, helped you pack it all away, and made a weekly meal plan with you while you ate. It'd been nice. And the chicken sandwich was divine.

Your tummy was already full, but you didn't want to stop eating. You almost never got to really stuff yourself. The feeling of it was luxurious, though painful.

You put off going for as long as you could. You left at just the last minute, cutting it dangerously close. Didn't bother changing your clothes or anything. A hoodie and jeans, your usual jacket and scarf. By the time you arrived on the scene, the parking lot was pretty much deserted. You hustled to the gym where the thing was set up and easily found Mrs George and Kylie.

"C'mon, it's- it's- it's almost starting!" Kylie hissed at you, patting the seat next to her.

"Okay okay!" You whisper shouted back, mustering a little excitement for the little girl's sake.

Most of the performances were utterly dull. To be fair, the talent show was also an opportunity to get extra credit for some classes. Several people from your Spanish class took the stage. There was poetry and a couple songs, all mediocre at best. A pair performed a salsa number, which was surprising on two accounts. One, they were both dudes and two, they were good.

After Damien's dramatic rendition of Christina Aguilera's Beautiful, it was time for The Plastics to take the stage. Karen, Gretchen, and Cady were slowly revealed by the curtain. Cady stood front and centre, Gretchen to her left and Karen to the right.

Unlike many of the other dance performances of the night, the highlight was certainly not the choreography. The wow factor was hinged on the simple fact that it was them, specifically these girls, in latex, borderline slutty Santa costumes doing a provocative dance. The audience was not thrilled, the adults' reactions ranging from mildly uncomfortable to downright scandalized, while the other high schoolers looked on in either lust or disappointment that the act was missing the thing that had made it interesting in the first place.

Regina George had been the main attraction. Without her, without her effortless stage presence making the dance seem interesting, it was actually pretty embarrassing.

You had to look away when they started doing stunts. Karen went to the floor on all fours crab walk style, while Gretchen positioned herself behind her, and Cady geared up to- you couldn't watch. Suddenly, the music cut out and a heavy thump accompanied by someone's breath wooshing out of their lungs echoed through the gymnasium.

Kylie covered her mouth in a valiant effort not to laugh. You bumped your shoulder into hers. She bumped back. Mrs George had gasped and almost surged out of her seat. A beat of silence. Then, like water rippling, laughter began to bubble out of people.

You still couldn't watch. You could hear heels clicking on stage, groaning, and some frantic whispering. Kylie had tears in her eyes and her whole body was shaking.

"What's happening?" You whispered to her.

"Cady... She... Belly flopped the stage." She managed to get out before bursting into giggles.

"What? Is she, like, okay?"

"She's getting up. The principle's getting on stage." Kylie reported while you kept your eyes firmly on your lap. "He's gonna say something, oh, Gretchen's taking the mic-"

You had to look up when you heard your full name being spoken into the microphone, but regretted it as soon as Gretchen finished the sentence:

"-is a lesbian!" Quiet. Again.

You looked down so fast your neck cracked. Through the tinnitus in your ears, you could vaguely hear the principal admonishing Gretchen, the murmurs in the hall, their heels clicking off stage.

Why was Gretchen of all people announcing your sexuality at the talent show? What did she have to do with any of this? Maybe Regina had put her up to it. It didn't seem planned, though. You thought that Regina and Gretchen weren't talking.

"What's a lesbian?" Kylie asked you, all innocence and wide eyes.

"Kylie, don't ask that, it's not appropriate." Mrs George said.

"Why? Is it a bad word?" She turned to her mother. You took deep breaths and clenched your fists. Unclench. Clench. Everything was going to be fine.

"No, but it's not good to accuse somebody like that." Mrs George tried to explain gently, but you could tell she was out of her depth.

"But what does it mean?"

"Kylie, I said don't-"

"It means a girl that likes girls." You cut in.

"Huh... So like how boys like girls, but a girl likes a girl?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Okay."

You would've paid so much money for it to be that simple. Why you couldn't be afforded the benefit of the doubt that you weren't a pervert, riddled with disease, and out to get people? Why was it so unbelievable that you didn't want to change the world, you just wanted to get married someday? Why did kissing girls on the mouth make you a predator?

You suspected there were no real answers to those questions. Fear. Repression. The patriarchy. Religion. The wage gap. Whatever.

The show went on. You felt numb. Realistically, what could you even do? Stand up and shout that it wasn't true? That would only serve to put a name to a face. The next talents came and performed their mediocrity to the mildly interested crowd. There was a pretty good sleight-of-hand magician. Somebody had trained their cat to do tricks.

Eventually, it was Regina's turn to take the stage. You couldn't help but perk up when they announced her. Mrs George was out of her seat immediately, kneeling on the pathway to the stage with a video camera poised to film her daughter.

The curtains parted. She stood in the centre of the stage, mic stand in front of her. She smiled a little, eyes on her mom presumably.

Her hair was done in soft waves, framing her face so beautifully. Natural makeup kept light, a compromise between the bare face that you liked and the full beat she was into. She was wearing an old white tee shirt, the logo so faded you could barely make it out. That had been your shirt, you realized as you narrowed your eyes. You'd gotten it from summer camp, one that Regina hadn't been able to come with you to. After you came back she'd confiscated all the stuff you'd gotten there. Tee shirts, crafts projects, a whittled duck, braided cord. You'd always assumed she had thrown it all in the trash. On her wrist was a braided leather cord and a wood bead friendship bracelet. She had on Lee jeans that hugged her hips and thighs exquisitely. Those had been her mom's.

In her hands was the photo album. Everybody could read the front, Reggie & Jorts.

"Notice me... Take my hand..." She crooned into the mic as the soft melody of Briney Spears' Everytime began to play.

"Why are we strangers when our love is strong? Why carry on without me?"

You felt like you couldn't breathe.

"And every time I try to fly I fall without my wings," Her eyes scanned the crowd. You wondered if she was looking for you. "I feel so small, I guess I need you, baby,"

She found you. Your eyes met, hers clear and blue and somehow so sad, even as she glittered up on stage. Even with everybody's eyes on her, she was looking at you.

"And every time I see you in my dreams, I see your face," She sang so prettily, every note like a gentle caress, a soothing balm to your ears. You did so love to hear her sing.

"It's haunting me. I guess I need you, baby," Her eyes closed, like she couldn't focus on two things at once; looking at you and singing. She swayed gently with the rhythm, feeling the soft instrumental in her feet. Sneakers. Simple, white sneakers.

Her eyes opened again with the next lyrics. You tried not to overthink it, tried not to imagine things that weren't there, but maybe there was a glassiness to her eyes that hadn't been there before.

"I make-believe, that you are here. It's the only way that I see clear. What have I done? You seem to move on easy."

You swallowed, eyes closing. You weren't sure what to think. Was this her way of apologizing? Was she trying to make up for what'd been said? Hadn't she just earlier today made your life living hell?

You leaned your elbows onto your knees and cradled your face in your hands. What were you supposed to do now? She was singing to you. This was the ultimate show of sincerity, of vulnerability, but what were you meant to do with it all in your hands? Your chest tightened and your breaths shortened.

The song continued, you knew the lyrics by heart, but only once she sang the next part did you open your eyes again.

"I may have made it rain, please forgive me. My weakness caused you pain, and this song's my sorry,"

You understood. Cowardly as it may have been, Regina was apologizing to you. Though the references were obscure enough that most, if not all, people would not know who she was singing to, it was quite clear this was a song for somebody.

You rubbed at your throat. It felt constricted, like something was tightening around it.

You couldn't shake the feeling that it was too late. As much as you would've liked to weep in gratitude, be swept in the relief that she was taking you back, irreversible things had happened. None of this made sense. If she hadn't pulled the stunt today then who had? Had she told somebody? Had Janis told?

Regardless, you were an outcast. If not, then ridiculed. You were scared. You had become a target. You didn't think anybody at Northshore was capable of the atrocities you saw reported on the news, but nobody who'd become a victim did until it was too late.

As it was, it didn't matter whether or not you forgave Regina. It didn't matter if she forgave you.

"I guess I need you, baby," As the last line of the song carried throughout the gymnasium, and after the split second of stunned silence before people began cheering and clapping, you got up and left.

You'd smoke a cigarette and get out of here once and for all. Then, you'd drive home and call dad. You'd tell him everything, tell him you needed to switch schools and that you were gay and that you'd made a real mess of things.

You'd take what was given, reap what'd been sown, and forget all about this goddamned town.

Forget all about Regina George.

Notes: Took a bit longer with this one. Sorry for the suspense! Here, have some more unresolved stuff! Also, I fucking love that song by Britney Spears. I've known Regina was gonna sing it for J since pretty much the beginning and finally, she did.

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#mean girls #mean girls 2004 #mean girls 2024 #regina george #regina george x reader #regina george x you #regina george x oc #regina george x ofc #lesbian regina george #wlw #fic: yard work

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bitchy-craft · 7 months

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Poems From Your Future Spouse | Pick A Pile

Hello and welcome to this Pick A Pile! In here you'll find a channeled poem from your fs. I hope you guys enjoy and find this useful. Do make sure to leave comments down below on your experience! I do want to remind you all that this is a General Pick A Pile which means this is for a lot of people: therefore keep what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Masterlist > Questions > Paid Readings

Pick A Pile!

Pile 1:

"To My Dear and Loving Husband" by Anne Bradstreet

Thy love is such I can no way repay;

The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.

Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,

That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Pile 2:

"[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]" by E. E. Cummings

I carry your heart with me

(i carry it in my heart)

I am never without it (anywhere

I go you go, my dear;

and whatever is done,

by only me is your doing,

my darling).

Pile 3:

"Sthandwa sami (my beloved, isiZulu)" by Yrsa Daley-Ward

my thoughts about you are frightening but precise

I can see the house on the hill where we make our own vegetables out back

and drink warm wine out of jam jars

and sing songs in the kitchen until the sun comes up

when you make me feel like myself again.

Pile 4:

"How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Pile 5:

"Always For The First Time" by André Breton

There is a silk ladder unrolled across the ivy

There is

That leaning over the precipice

Of the hopeless fusion of your presence and absence

I have found the secret

Of loving you

Always for the first time

Pile 6:

"I loved you first: but afterwards your love" by Christina Rossetti

I loved you first: but afterwards your love

Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song

As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

Which owes the other most? my love was long,

And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong

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blocky-tides · 2 months

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q!tina — who do you pray to? whose blood stains your hands in the fervor of your devotion? which god abandon you? we sit at your shrine and pray with you.

happy late international women’s day everyone

christina marie brown / @lupusartz / donna tartt / sue zhao / cecil castellucci / heather havrilesky / @qbebou / unknown / hélène cixous / @boykeats / @chaerimoon / traci brimhall / hekabe

#qsmp #tina #tinakitten #web weaving #tides.ww

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crazyk-imagine · 3 months

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Ruined Relationships, but the Love is There

Pairing: Mark Sloane x Ex-Girlfriend!reader

Characters: Mark Sloane, Ex-Girlfriend!reader, Kara Sloane, Jackson Avery, April Kepner, Meredith Grey, Christina Yang, Derek Sheppard, George O'Malley, Owen Hunt, Addison Montgomery (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, cheating, adultery, ooc peeps, minor cursing, drama (what else would you expect), like a lot of drama, near death experience, classic grey's things going on here, cheating, bad relationships, mentions of pregnancy, keeping children hidden from father, car accidents, reader is a doctor, everyone is in kahoots, Christina is into beating, Meredith and Derek are cute, Bailey is great as always, George is here and lives, no mentions of Izzie or Alex, friendships between Mark and Meredith, plus Mark and Christina, Christina is a secret romantic at heart

Word Count: 4,593

A/N: I feel like everyone is ooc but idc bc I love this fic

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You ignore him, praying to whatever god is listening to keep him away from you.

Meredith and Christina notice the tension in your shoulders, sharing a look.

“You know I don’t care about a lot of people but, are you okay?” the curly haired female asks.

You shrug, acting as if nothing has changed. “I’m fine, why?”

Meredith chimes in. “You’re looking a little-“

“Squirrely?”

“I was gonna go with tense but squirrely works.”

You huff through your nose, “would you two shut up.” You hand the clipboard back to your favorite nurse, Marjorie. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You spin around and walk out, not looking back.

Derek shakes his head, watching you basically run out of the hospital.

Mark glances behind him, not finding who he wanted and sighs. He looks up to see his friend and offers a small wave.

The ferry boat lover nods to acknowledge him.

The plastic surgeon bids the others goodbye and stands in front of the doors, thinking about everything that led him here.

You drive past him without realizing it as he thinks of your face when you caught him in bed with Addison.

His eyes trail on the car, wishing he could see you again and not just glimpses.

You roll your eyes and walk away across the bridge, not caring how unprofessional you look. “I’m not talking to you.”

He picks up his pace, following after you. “Please just-“

You scoff, spinning around to face him, “no, I tried before. I did and then,” you lean forward poking him in his chest, “you decided to stick your dick in someone else. Someone who was married and oh, yeah, not your girlfriend.” You cross your arms, “so, excuse me for not being particularly excited at the sight of you.”

“Fiancé.”

You blink once, furrowing your brows. “What?”

“I was,” he gulps. "I was going to propose to you that night.” He pulls the little black box out of his pocket, handing it to you.

”Before or after you screwed Addison,” you bitterly add, staring at the box. If you open it, that's giving him hope.

"I- she came to me and-“

You scoff hard enough for the vibrations to scratch your throat for a few seconds. “I cannot believe this- you- you think it’s okay to just- I’m done.”

“Please don’t,” he begs, eyes getting glossier the more you talk. “Don’t say it.”

Your bottom lip wobbles, removing your gaze from him. “I’m done with this, with us, and you. Now, you get to deal with the guilt. If you have any at all.” You slam the box in his hand and walk away.

Nothing could have prepared anyone at the hospital for this.

You know they’re all looking at you and it pisses you off. “What are you looking at?!”

Christina does damage control, stopping everyone from getting your wrath.

Meredith finds him in the on-call room, she was hoping to nap before joining in on a surgery but seems like the universe had other plans. ”You uh- okay?”

He fiddles with the box, staring at the diamond that taunts him. “Does it look I’m okay?”

She shrugs, “not really but it’s better than admitting you were stupid for messing things up with her.”

“My mistake brought Derek to you, didn’t it?”

“Why are you here?”

“If I go to Joe’s I’m going to sleep around, proving her point.”

“And staying here?”

“I don’t know where else to go. Derek is still upset with me, and I don’t blame him, but I know he loves you and I don’t need to hear a speech from him. I’m not ready for him to tell me I messed up more than any of us want to admit.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” He asks, finally looking up from the ring. “I was scared.”

“To,” she gestures to the ring.

“That and be a husband.”

“You weren’t scared of asking, it was the commitment that got you, I can understand it.”

“No, no," he shakes his head. "I didn’t think- I knew I wouldn’t be a good husband. I- everyone only saw the bad, my parents, Derek at times but she didn’t. She never did and that’s why I,” he lets out a tearful chuckle, “that’s why I fell for her. She saw the good no one else did and I screwed it up.”

Meredith hands him a tissue.

“You tell anyone about this, and I’ll let you observe one of my surgeries beside me.”

“I wasn’t but if you’re offering.”

The two chuckled.

Christina owlishly blinks, watching as you work on your last patient for the day as if nothing’s happened.

“How can she just put it all behind her?” George questions, sitting beside her.

“Having a nervous breakdown earlier in the day helps.”

“I feel like there should be someone sitting between us.”

The future cardiologist shrugs, “suit yourself.”

“You’re going to check on her after she’s done, right?”

“I’ll talk to her, if she opens up, good for her.”

A smile dances across his lips, happy that someone’s going to check on you; he likes you and admires your work, knowing you could be someone as well-known as Ellis Grey.

“Can you teach me your sutures?”

You ignore her and finish checking over your charts. “Yours are fine. Tell me the real reason you're bugging me.”

She purses her lips, not wanting to admit it out loud. “Are you okay?”

“You really want to know?”

She hesitates to nod. “I… do.”

“It sucks. Everything just… sucks. I don’t want to be here, but this is the only place that makes me feel calm.” You hand Marjorie the chart, smiling at her before returning to Christina. “I’m going to get through this. He’s going to find a nice girl and have the family he always wanted while I’ll still be here.”

“He’s going to go through girls like I go through tequila.”

“I know,” you grab your bag. “Which is why I know he’ll finally find his girl.”

She follows you until you reach the door. "What if it's you?"

A sad smile stretches across your lips. "He lost her."

”Forever?”

You shrug.

The resident stands there, unsure of what to do now.

You glance in his direction, wondering how many women he’s going to write down on the sheet. You hand yours back to Bailey, “I keep my life outside of work, unlike some people.”

Mark inwardly groans.

Bailey avoids making eye contact with him, she can’t continue to feel bad for him when he’s the one who messed things up (from what you told her).

You walk past the new residents, not in the mood to deal with them, especially with the girls fawning over Mark.

You sit down and watch his surgery, listening to the way he talks down to them.

You always told him he needs to slow down and be kind to them or else they won’t respect him but with everything that’s happened, you assume he’s a little bitter.

He always knows when you're watching and composes himself, but he can’t help and snap at the newbie (you don’t need to be talked about as if you’re a piece of meat). He glances up, catching your gaze.

You gulp, finding his soft expression he only used for you.

Everyone turns to you.

Two of the girls in orange start gossiping beside you.

“I have charts to look over. Come with me?” George asks.

You nod, finding it hard to keep your gaze off him but do so, only to inform the girls of some key information. “Keep talking like that and you two won’t find yourself off bedpan duty for a few months. Don’t talk about your superiors like that again."

The young faced one eyes widen and her face pales at your threat.

Mark can’t help but smirk behind his mask, always loving it when you straightened people out, if it was necessary.

"I see you two still aren’t talking.”

“Shut up, George.”

“Right, yeah. Got it.”

You try and ignore him again, which is when Derek steps in. “You should talk to him.”

“I know you two are all buddy buddy now, but I can’t do that. I can’t pretend like he didn’t break my heart in two. So, excuse me for ignoring your best friend."

He stops in front of you. “I need you to stop, think about this. What if you two don’t make amends and something happens? How would you feel? Think about how he would feel?”

“We’d be depressed, but eventually get over it, maybe be slutty for a few months and that’s the end of it.”

“That’s not a healthy way of dealing with your feelings and you know it.”

“I don’t care if it’s healthy or not. I have issues and I deal with them my way.”

“If you’d talk to him, maybe you’ll feel better.”

You roll your eyes and head into the prep station before you two head into surgery.

Bailey rolls her eyes, reaching for your phone. “Your phone keeps buzzing, doctor.”

You sigh, “does it look important?”

She leans closer, whispering, “it’s about your daughter.”

“Daycare or babysitter?”

“Babysitter. Fever, wants her mom.”

You take a deep breath and lean over to talk to your friend, “doctor Bailey’s going to take over. I need to go.”

“You’re leaving in the middle of a surgery?”

“I have to take care of something.”

“What?”

“My daughter.”

The staff in the OR got quiet, no one observing said anything.

You didn’t see the lights until it was too late.

“We got one adult in critical condition. One child with a minor bruising.”

Bailey and Owen are the first to arrive.

The woman’s eyes narrow to the familiar baby in Matt’s arms.

Owen steps forward. “What happened?”

“Car accident. Drunk ran a red light. Drivers side took more of the impact.”

“We need to get her checked out now.” The redhead pushes himself through, taking over one of the rooms. He tells the interns and fresh residents to prep a surgical room and put Christina on babysitting duty, leaving Jackson to follow him and Callie into the OR.

“I heard there was an accident,” Mark says, standing in the doorway. “I wanted to see if you needed any assistance?”

Callie glances at her ally in the room. “No, you should go check on Derek. I think I heard him calling for you.”

“When did he-"

“She’s coding,” Jackson interrupts.

“Crap! Avery, push one of epi.”

Everyone in the room prays for it to work and you to come back.

“Let me help,” he takes a step forward before being called away by one of the nurses.

He takes a sip of coffee, goes over the notes and overhears a few residents gossiping. His head whips in their direction. "Where'd you hear that?” He asks them, not accepting their answers.

They freeze. "Where did you hear that? Is she here?"

The group of residents’ glances at one another, unsure of what to say. "Who told you she's here?"

April had never worked with Mark before and seeing how freaked out he was over someone who wanted almost nothing to do with him, she felt bad; if someone she was in love with was hurt or worse, she'd want to know. "We- we saw her come in. They-"

He doesn't listen to anything else and takes off, running past Christina, who coddles the tear eyed, red faced toddler in her arms.

He runs straight towards Meredith, who's talking to Owen. "Where is she?"

The red head takes a step foward. "She's in surgery-"

"What room?"

"Sloan, you know I can't-"

He grabs Owen's scrubs by the collar and pulls him close. "I need to see her. I can't be here, waiting to see if she's dead or not. Tell me where she is."

The ex-vet slowly reaches for the man's hands. "Mark, I need you to calm down."

"How can I calm down when I just found out my fiancé is in surgery?"

Meredith takes a seat beside him, slumping against the wall, offering him a snack.

He shakes his head, closes his eyes and resting his head against the wall. "Have you heard anything?"

"No," she shakes her head. "I don't even know where she is."

"I just- what am I going to do if she's really-"

"Don't talk like that. She's not one to give up. She's-"

"A fighter?"

"Yeah."

Christina turns the corner, eyes wide. "Meredith?" She spots the two of them and runs towards them, inadvertently introducing your daughter to her father. "Mer. Mer. I need your help."

"Where did you get a baby?" She pushes herself off the floor. "Why do you have a baby?"

"Bailey put me on Kara duty and she won't stop crying."

"Whose baby, is it?"

That's when things got awkward.

Meredith's eyes widen, "no."

She nods.

Mark opens his eyes, glancing up. His eyes stop on the little girl, who glances his way.

She reaches for him. "Dada."

No one knew what to do.

"Oh my god," the two women muttered.

He pushes himself off the floor, staring at her. There's no mistaking it, she has your features, but she's got his eyes.

The little girl fusses in the woman's arms.

Mark easily slides her into his, his daughter settles into his arms, staring at him with those wide, curious eyes. "Mama?"

He gulps, "we have to wait a little bit before we see mama, okay?"

She nods and lays her head down on his chest.

He closes his eyes to keep his tears at bay, kissing the top of her head.

"She still loves you," Christina tells him.

He keeps his gaze on his girls and hums. "When you showed her the ring, she didn't say it was officially over for you two but she's still heartbroken over you and Addison getting together."

"I was getting ready to leave."

"What?"

"I grabbed my jacket and made sure I had the ring. I was- I wanted that night to go perfectly but then I opened the door, and she was there." He sighs.

"She let herself in and I tried to get her to leave but she wouldn't and then she kissed me. I told her I couldn't because I was about to become a proud married man," he bitterly chuckles.

"I told her no and she got upset because she knew she could always run to me but when she knew she couldn't anymore, she decided she wanted to love me. The way I wanted her to when we were younger. I accepted it, you know."

The woman nods.

"I accepted the fact that she chose Derek. He was a good choice."

"He was a safe choice, and she knew that."

Mark nods, "yeah and that's why I... tried to warn him before he proposed."

"You tried to warn him?"

"He's my best friend, I couldn't let him go into a marriage that was going to hurt him."

She chuckles, "that's ironic."

"Shut up, Yang."

"Go on."

"I gave into her because a part of me was scared- scared I was going to hear the rejection. No, I can't marry you because..."

"You're a manwhore?"

"Baby present and, yes. I didn't want my past to define my future but then, it did, and she left with Derek."

"Do you think Derek knew about," Christina gestures to the baby in his arms.

"Probably. I'm not happy I missed it but at least I know she had someone who could take care of her."

"Are you ever going to tell her?"

"If she'll listen."

Her pager beeps.

"Go, Yang. I'm not leaving."

Derek nods and steps into the room.

"You hear all that?"

His friend shrugs, "only the good parts."

"Funny."

"She was going to tell you before... everything happened but then she needed to get away and I did too-"

"So, she left without saying anything."

"If it means anything, she wrote a journal throughout the entire pregnancy, in case she passed, and Kara wanted to know about her mom."

He can tell by Mark's expression; he needs to explain.

"She was stressed throughout the entire pregnancy, and it was cause for concern. She had a few fainting spells and needed to stay home for a while. The doctor was making it seem like if she even went to the bathroom, she was going to lose Kara which scared her more than leaving you."

"Why?"

"If she lost Kara, it meant losing a piece of you which would have made her feel like it was officially over for the two of you."

Your heart monitor beeps. "Derek?"

His friend calms you down, checking you over before whispering that Mark and Kara are in the room.

You slowly turn your head, spotting them.

The father of your child smiles, relieved to see you awake. "Hey."

You spot your little girl tucked into his neck and tear up. You bring your hand up to your mouth to hide the sobs that want to escape.

Mark gestures for your guys' friend to exit so he can talk to you. He slowly pushes himself out of the chair, adjusting to the little girl. "Hey, hey," he brushes the few strands of hair out of your face, his thumb rubbing agaist your hairline. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"I'm sorry."

He shakes his head. "Don't be. I'm just- I'm happy you're okay."

"I wanted to call you so many times."

"I know."

"I wanted you to be there."

"Where?"

"In the room," you whisper, staring into his eyes. "I didn't want her to be away from you but-"

He nods. "I know, I messed up. If I didn't- if it didn't happen, we could have been a family, and I will forever be sorry because you went through it alone."

Hearing your voice alerts the little girls’ ears and she squirms in his grasp.

He sets her feet on the open area near your arm, letting her turn around and launch herself into your arms. "Mama!"

"Oh, my sweet baby." You kiss the side of her head. "Mama missed you."

His heart swells at the sight of you two.

A few days later and you feel okay enough to be sent home.

You bid your goodbyes to everyone, even the newbies because they were nice enough to check in on you and make sure everything was okay. You step outside and take a deep breath.

"What do you think you're doing?"

A quiet moment ruined by your ex.

"I'm breathing, Mark. Can I do that, or do you need to make sure the weather's just right?"

He chuckles before getting out of the car. "You know your doctor gave you strict orders, I think you should be following them but that's just me."

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. "I got it, Mark. I know what I need to do, don't try and patronize me."

"I would never."

The residents huddle together, watching the two of you.

"How much do you want to bet that they're going to get back together?" Christina asks.

Jackson nods, "I'll take that bet."

Meredith stares at the two of them.

"You two are awful," April adds.

"Yes, but we'll be bad people with money," the future cardiologist tells her with a sarcastic smile.

Derek stops at the desk, taking a sip of his coffee before making his way to the group. "Okay, if we're all done gawking at two grown adults trying to move past their differences, can we get back to work?"

"You're no fun. I remember when you were having fun."

"You want to scrub in on my surgery, Dr. Yang?"

"Let's go have fun. See yah, Mer."

You make it through the door of your place and wait for it. "Say it."

"What?" He closes the door, setting the stroller by the door as he unbuckles Kara.

"I know you're judging, so, out with it. I'm not going to pretend as if you don't want to say something because you do."

"I don't," he notices the look you're giving him. "I... like it."

"You hesitated even finishing that sentence."

"I did not."

"Did too."

"Mama!"

You two glance down at the little girl, wanting attention and out of her father's grasp. You gently take her from him and wander into the kitchen, scouring through the cabinets to figure out what kind of things you could have as a snack.

This is what he wants, he wants this life: the one where you're not mad at him, and he can watch his daughter grow while you look amazing at being a mom.

He gulps down what little saliva he has in his mouth and takes a hesitant step closer to you. "What are we feeling?"

You hum, "I don't know, little miss here can't decide on what she wants."

"I can make something," he meekly offers, unsure if this is too much or not.

"What can you make? Last time I checked all you knew was protein smoothies and even then, that wasn't the best."

He scoffs, "I know how to cook, and you know it. You forget who made you dinner for our second date."

You open your mouth to respond but don't have it in you when you think about the good times you two had. Your gaze drops.

He feels bad but he can't pretend as if your romantic past doesn't exist. "I was so worried I messed up with that dinner."

"Really?"

"Of course, I was cooking for the most beautiful girl within a five-mile radius of my house. I was more than nervous."

"Good."

You step out of the room and start cleaning up, only for Mark to stop you and grab everything you pick up.

"I told you not to do anything. I got this."

You lean over the couch and watch him wander around your place. "Do you..."

"What?" He glances up, staring at you with kind eyes, wanting to hear what you have to say.

"Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if it didn't happen?"

"I know we'd be married with at least one other kid now."

"I'm serious."

"I don't want to focus on the past."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Says the man who always wanted to ask about my exes."

You don't even know how it happened but here you are. You pull away, needing to breathe before continuing.

"Are you sure about this?"

You stare into his eyes, for what feels like an eternity. "I'm sure. I want this. Please," you beg.

His lips curve upwards, "who am I to deny you a fun time?"

You keep him at arm’s length, "that comment makes me want to rethink this whole thing."

"No, it doesn't."

You grumble and pull him back in for a kiss.

Meredith immediately closes the door, regretting not checking before opening. "Seriously you guys?"

You reach for your shirt and cover your mouth to hide your giggles, Mark turns to you with a smirk. "How do you know we weren't trying to invite you?"

"Because you know better."

Your eyes widen.

"Hey, Bailey," he says with a cool tone.

"You two better be out of there in the next five minutes or-"

You open the door and run past the two. "See yah, Bails. See yah, Mer."

Mark stays there flabbergasted at how quickly you ran out the door, leaving him to deal with her.

He closes the door just as you finish making dinner. "You are evil."

You stick your bottom lip out, "I don't think so, I made dinner. I'm going to be feeding you, I'd consider that to be something nice."

"You left me to deal with that- that woman alone."

"I left you with Bails, you were fine."

"I was not fine. I was far from fine."

You click your tongue, "stop exaggerating."

"I'm not and you know it."

"Okay," you groan. "I'm sorry. I left you with Bailey and that wasn't nice."

"It wasn't." He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your chest.

"I said sorry, don't be like this."

"I think I'm going to need a little more in order to forgive you."

You lean into him as you settle into his arms.

The monitor goes off and you're brought back to the reality of you being in the arms of your ex.

You push yourself out of his grasp and walk towards her room. "Hey, pumpkin."

She holds her arms out for you.

You pick her up, "how's my little baby?"

She babbles a response. "Dada?"

"He's still here, checking on dinner. Your favorite."

"Maccheese!"

You chuckle, "yeah."

"There's my favorite girl," he smiles at the happy little girl.

You observe the way they interact with a heavy heart, knowing you can't continue doing this with him.

"What happened?" Christina asks, practicing new sutures on a banana.

"Nothing happened-"

"You're not sleeping with McSteamy, something happened."

"I just- I realized we need to not fall back into old habits."

"Do you still love him?"

You hesitate to answer.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Of course, of course I still love him, but I can't be in love with him-"

"Because he was an adulterous whore?"

"Yeah."

"Have you seen him with anyone else?"

"I didn't need to see anything if all the girls talked about him?"

"Did you ever think maybe they lied? Maybe they're jealous of the fact that you have a hot guy fawning over you and only you. What else would they do other than gossip?"

"How am I supposed to believe that?"

"Have you ever talked to him?"

"I'm scared."

"So is he."

"I don't want to get hurt again."

"He wouldn’t want to lose you again."

"Christina?"

"Yeah?"

"You're wise beyond your years."

You run to him, pulling him into the break room.

He attempts to get up. "Shut up and let me talk."

You take a deep breath, "I want to be with you, like we were before but we're not those people anymore. And- and I want you to be in Kara's life so you can watch her grow up but this," you gesture between the two of you.

"This can only work if we're honest and you don't leave me for a quick lay or else, I will put you in an OR and change things about you. I will not put myself or Kara on the line if you're not going to give us your all."

He nods, taking in everything you've said. He pushes himself off the couch and walks towards you and pulls you in for a hug. "I'm never letting you go," he mumbles into your hair. "Living without you was the worst time of my life."

Mark pulls away, cupping your cheek, staring into your eyes. "If you let me into your lives, I promise not to mess it up because you two are too important to me and I don't know if I'd be able to live without you."

You sniffle, chuckling at his dorky smile. "Then don't be an idiot and kiss me."

"Finally," Christina turns around, pointing to everyone. "You all owe me money."

"Us."

"You owe Mer and I money."

Derek makes his way towards them. "What are we looking at?" He smiles, "good, it's about time he got his act together."

#greys anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy fanfiction #greys anatomy fanfic #greys anatomy fic #mark sloan #mark sloane imagine #mark sloane imagines #mark sloane fanfic #mark sloane fanfiction #mark sloan fic #mark sloane x reader #mark sloane x you #crazyk-imagine

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soberscientistlife · 2 months

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“This is my great-grandma, Christina Levant Platt at age 100, weeding her garden. She was born into slavery. Her “owner” was a wife that taught my great grandma to read and write secretly, which was illegal and quite dangerous at that time for both of them. She learned to read the Bible. She had 11 children, she lost two, one son was one of the first black attorneys in US. She sent the 4 boys to college in Boston. Exceptional in those days. She passed 5yrs before I was born but I love her as if I knew her. Family tells me she would say “ I put prayers on my children’s children’s heads”. This apparently worked💜 Around April 12, 1861, Christina was at the 1st battle of the CIVIL WAR, in Fort Sumter at Charleston Bay, South Carolina, working in the cotton fields. She said “the sky was black as night” from cannonball fire. She saw a man decapitated by a cannonball. She was the water girl for the other slaves as a young girl and “ the lookout” for the slaves in the fields for the approaching overseer on horseback as they secretly knelt and prayed for their freedom. She would watch for the switching tail of the approaching horse and would alert the slaves to rise up and return to picking cotton before he saw them. She eventually married a Native American from the Santee Tribe. John C, Platt. After freedom, Christina insisted upon taking her children north as she knew they would not get a good education in the south, and that’s all she cared about. She died at age 101 in 1944, where she and her husband had built a home in Medfield, Massachusetts, the first black family to move there. With great respect, I honor my great grandmother. So much more I could say about this miraculous woman. She gave me much strength in my hard times. Whenever I thought I was having a hard day, I would think of her and shrug it off. Thank you for reading one story of millions. 💜” -Brenda Russell❤🧡❤

She lived an amazing life. I admire her just from reading this

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forthegothicheroine · 2 months

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A while ago I took a 'rewriting fairy tales' workshop, and we did some writing exercises. Here's what I wrote for the prompt, what happens after the end of a classic fairy tale.

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"The foundling girl threw herself into the sea on the eve of my wedding," Princess Christina said. "That was the start of things. My beloved husband, of course, was sent into mourning. I hardly knew the poor girl, but I was naturally saddened and shocked. A poor start to marriage."

"Was she your husband's mistress?" asked the Abbess, the only one in the kingdom who would have dared ask it.

"I don't believe so. Rumors abounded afterwards, but Peter said she was only a shipwrecked mute to whom he gave charity, and I know of no reason to doubt him. She must have loved him, though. We prayed for her soul, although she was a suicide, that god might forgive her. We never spoke of her to little Marie, though."

The princess consort reached out to the Abbess like a child seeking help.

"Mother, my daughter plays with a ghost. I hear her laughter in the air."

#fairy tales #the little mermaid

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bvckleykinard · 2 years

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my dogs know to run away if a hornet gets too close. my neighbor's dog, however, was just hellbent on catching and eating the one flying around the backdoor just now and refused to come in 🙃

#flashing the light hoping he lost interest #banging a treat on the door trying to catch his attention #finally got him in and I feel like I'm gonna throw up now #everyone pray that this be the last night I gotta do this because the stress it has caused me is fucking ridiculous #christina talks

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multifan2022 · 9 months

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Fearless 3

PART 1 PART 2 PART 4

Four pushes a set of double doors open, and we walk into the place he called "the Pit."

"Oh," you hear Christina whisper nervously. "I get it."

"Pit" is the best word for it. It is an underground cavern so huge you can't see the other end of it from the doors at the bottom. Uneven rock walls rise several stories. Built into the stone walls are places for food, clothing, supplies, leisure activities. Narrow paths and steps carved from rock connect them. There are no barriers to keep people from falling over the side.

A slant of orange light stretches across one of the rock walls. Forming the roof of the Pit are panes of glass and, above them, a building that lets in sunlight. It looked like just another city building when passed on the train. One of the reasons only the people here and the higher ups knew where the entrance was.

Blue lanterns dangle at random intervals above the stone paths, they grow brighter as the sunlight dies. People are everywhere, all dressed in black, all shouting and talking, expressive, gesturing. A group of children run down a narrow path with no railing and you can see the sweat rolling down Tris's face as she tries to not yell at them to be careful or stop.

You know it's shocking, as an Amity transfer you understood the shock but she had to keep quiet. You were praying she would stay quiet. "If you follow me," says Four, "I'll show you the chasm."

He waves us forward as we approach the railing, you hear the roar of water, fast-moving water, crashing against rocks. Sighing happily as Four shakes his head, the most dangerous place in the area is your favorite.

You watch everyone look over the side. The floor drops off at a sharp angle, and several stories below that is a river. Gushing water strikes the wall beneath you and sprays upward. To the left, the water is calmer, but to the right, it is white, battling with rock.

"The chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy!" Four shouts. "A daredevil jump off this ledge will end your life. It has happened before and it will happen again. You've been warned."

"This is incredible," says Christina, as we all move away from the railing "Incredible is the word," you hear Tris whisper. You cant help but listen to their conversations, feeling the need to know everything about this girl who you are supposed to 'save'.

Four leads the group of initiates across the Pit toward a gaping hole in the wall. The room beyond is well-lit enough that you can see where we're going: a dining hall full of people and clattering silverware. When we walk in, the Dauntless inside stand. They applaud. They stamp their feet. They shout.

A smile fills your face as you watch the transfers, the shock slowly falls off their faces and smiles replace them. You all move towards an empty table, Four and you sitting across from each other. With Tris on one of his sides, Christina next to her. A quick scan of the rooms tells you that Tori is still at the shop.

You quickly pile food on your plate, more than you will eat but you know the tank across from you will finish it. You watch as Tris grabs a burger following your lead, but pinches the meat between her fingers, unsure what to make of it.

Four looks up at you before grabbing the ketchup and setting it in front of her. "It's beef," he says. "Put this on it." "You've never had a hamburger before?" asks Christina, her eyes wide. Taking an unladylike bite you roll your eyes as Tris looks down at her lap "Stiffs eat plain food."

Christina's eyebrows pull together, "Why?" She asks as Tris looks up, smearing the sauce on her burger while answering. "Extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary." Tris answers in a monotone voice. You look up at Four remembering how many times he said the same thing to you.

Christina smirks "No wonder you left." You sigh, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure it was just because of the food." The corner of Four's mouth twitches as he tries to not smile at your attitude. Tris looks at you thankfully, before slowly eating her food.

Only a few more bites in Christina is talking again, testing the little patience you have. "So Y/n, where are you from?" Before you can answer you feel Fours leg brush against yours, when you look up you can see what hes trying to say. 'You don't have to answer them.'

You smile and turn to look at the recruits who are all staring at you. "Amity" you say smoothly picking up whatever drink it is Four poured you. You try not to laugh when all of their jaws hit the table. Stuttering over their words as they try to comprehend how you came from the gentle loving community. Four speaks putting all their questions to bed before they can start.

"Theres a reason shes here. Unless you want to experience it first hand I wouldn't ask."

The doors to the cafeteria open, and a hush falls over the room. Without looking you know who it is, you can tell by the way the recruits act. By the way Fours entire body tenses, his eyes falling from your face to the table. You know what the newbies see in the man standing in the doorway.

"Who's that?" hisses Christina, staring across the room at his as he marches his way over. "His name is Eric," says Four. "He's a Dauntless leader." She gasps turning back towards us "Seriously? But he's so young." Four gives her a grave look as if asking if shes stupid before waving over to you "Age doesn't matter here."

You feel him sit down next too you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder before leaning over to whisper in your ear. "Ive been looking for you." It sends chills down your spine, he is the only person you truly hate besides your brother. You take every chance to fight him that comes your way, even if its just verbally.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" he asks, nodding to the recruits. Four says, "This is Tris and Christina." You point your fork down at Peter "Thats Peter, we haven't been properly introduced to the other yet."

"Ooh, a Stiff," says Eric, smirking at Tris. His smile pulls at the piercings in his lips, making the holes they occupy wider. "We'll see how long you last." You see Tris wince but turn her eyes towards you and you roll your eyes and shake your head a little. Trying to tell her to ignore him.

He taps his fingers against the table. His knuckles are scabbed over, right where they would split if he punched something too hard. Which he did, two days before you had gotten into an argument in the control room over how much involvement he would have in training. Like a teenage boy he punched one of the walls.

"What have you been doing lately, Four?" he asks, his arm still around you even though you had pushed it off twice. Fours eyes land on it glaring before looking at Eric "Nothing really."

"Max tells me he keeps trying to meet with you, and you don't show up," Eric says. "He requested that I find out what's going on with you." Four looks at Eric for a few seconds before shrugging and saying, "Tell him that I am satisfied with the position I currently hold."

"So he wants to give you a job." The rings in Eric's eyebrows catch the light as they lift. You smile down at your plate, knowing exactly which job Max wants to give him. He knows Four is a threat to his job, he also knows he wont take it until forced too. "So it would seem," Four says looking back at you trying to read how uncomfortable you are. You scrunch your nose at him and chuckle a little at his protectiveness.

"And you aren't interested." Eric says finally moving his arm from your body and leaning across the table a little. You see Tris lean away from him, Christina's eyes still locked on him 'God please dont develop a crush' You think.

"I haven't been interested for two years." Four answers

"Well," says Eric. "Let's hope he gets the point, then." He claps Four on the shoulder, a little too hard, and gets up. When he walks away, when hes far enough away you groan and dramatically throw your head back. Thanking whoever was watching that he finally left, but also cursing them that he came over in the first place.

"Are you three...friends?" Tris asks quietly, its like shes afraid to speak you dont know if your grateful for that or not. "We were in the same initiate class," Four says. "He transferred from Erudite." You finish sliding your plate with mashed potatoes and a half portion of green beans left towards him.

"Were you a transfer too?" Tris says a little louder this time, causing the others to look back our way. You know he wont answer, and can almost see his walls slamming up. "I thought I would only have trouble with the Candor asking too many questions," he says coldly. "Now I've got Stiffs, too?"

"It must be because you're so approachable," She say flatly. "You know. Like a bed of nails."

He stares at her, but she doesn't look away. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. Its yet another moment that shows her divergence. Another moment that shows how hard this is all going to be for you. "Four" You say lowly breaking his attention away from her, he looks back at you and nods when you flick your head to the side. Dismissing him without undermining his authority.

But just before he walks away he says "Careful, Tris" in a tone that conveys he isn't done with whatever that was that was happening. Your eyes stay on him as he makes his way over to another table, the one with Zeke and Shauna. Both who wave at you before putting there attention on him.

As you're watching him you're listening to Christina "I have a theory.. and that is... That you have a death wish." The two girls laugh and continue their conversation, but to you it isn't a joke. She doesn't understand the danger shes not only putting herself in, but all of you in. You don't even want to think about what would happen if they found out about her.

Because if they found out about her, it wouldn't be a far leap to you. And if they found out about you, they would find out about everyone.. Anyone who was even slightly divergent would be in danger all because of one stupid girl.

Anger rose in you quicker than you could get a handle on it. You stood briskly from the table grabbing both your and Fours plates and cups. Walking stiffly from the table, your breathing was getting heavier. You knew you needed to get out of the room, either to the gym or the parlor.

You didn't meet Zeke, Shauna or Fours eyes as you practically storm from the room. The last thing you heard before the doors slammed behind you was Christina.

"Was it something I said?"

You knew you only had an hour before you had to meet the group back down in the dorms. So instead of going to the gym where you would spend hours, or the parlor where Tori would ask too many questions, you went to your room. You didn't lock your door, knowing that one of your three best friends would be following.

Most likely Shauna, and about five minutes later as you were changing into leggings from your jeans she walked in. Zeke was the only one of them who ever knocked. Shauna said it was because she had all the same lady parts, Four said it was because he had seen it all. Which wasn't the point, but whatever.

"Ok Girl.. What was that? Did Four piss you off? Want me to sick Zekey on him?" She said quickly after shutting the door and throwing herself across your bed. You sigh, moving towards the bathroom to brush your hair up into a pony tail. You had to be careful on how you answered, you always did. It was yet another thing that was exhausting about your life here.

"Those girls were just driving me nuts, after the stress of being in the city today I was just done." You say rubbing your eyes before leaning your hands on the counter. 'Arent you tired of lying to all your friends? ' That voice called doubt.. or depression asks silently in your head.

Shauna is one of the easier ones to fool, Zeke a little harder but Four could read you like a child's book. You were grateful she was the one who came up, it allowed some of the weight to fall off your shoulders. Pulling your shirt off you stood adjusting your sports bra, then splashing cool water on your neck.

"Want to hang out after you put the kiddies to bed?" She asks looking your way, even if she cant read you she can see the tension in your shoulders.

You shake your head "Im gonna go for a run before I go to sleep, try to work out some of this energy. Gotta be on point tomorrow, I want to be the one to break that Peter fucker."

@coolestgirlhere

#four x reader #tobias eaton x reader #tobias eaton #divergent #divergent fanfiction

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Heyyy, I know you haven't done anything for Divergent yet but I saw it on your list and was wondering if you could do a haters to lovers/Rivels to lovers where the reader joins dauntless to get away from peter but peter ends up joining to because he is in love with reader idk something like that

𝙰 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚂𝚘 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝑯𝒊𝒊 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕<𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟑.𝟕𝒌

You wouldn't say you were used to his 'bullying' you would call it but to him, it 'was all in good fun'. It had been years since you met Peter Hayes and that was the biggest mistake of your life. Since you two were kids he would tease and insult you whenever he got the chance and even now you still wanted to rip his head off.

It was just little things back when you were kids, but since the two of you hit 12 he would go above and beyond. Christina and Al thought you'd be used to him by now but you weren't. You'd still be surprised at some of the words he threw your way but you'd say you got better at handling him and matching his energy.

Ever since you met Peter you wanted nothing more than to get away from him, but it seemed impossible when he would always come seek you out or you two just happened to bump into each other.

So when your brother joined dauntless a couple of years ago you got the idea of joining as well, and just to confirm you had asked Peter what he thought of the faction and you remember him saying something along the line of 'they're crazy,'

You didn't know if you'd be strong enough or crazy enough to join dauntless but that was what this test was for, and you were praying to God that this test would show dauntless.

"Hey. So, all the food that we're not getting, you guys are giving away to the Factionless," You heard Peter say from beside you. You had seen him make his way towards the Abnegation line and this behavior wasn't a surprise to you.

The group of boys Peter was interrogating, nodded looking nervous and a little scared. "Yeah," One of the boys spoke, his eyes finding yours but only shifted when he saw that you were also Candor.

"You're a liar. Why are you lying to me? Everybody knows you keep it for yourselves. So why don't you just admit it? Huh?" He shoved a little closer making the boys back up. They kept their mouths shut and looked down. "I'm talking to you. Are all you stiffs deaf or somethin'?"

Having enough of him, you moved forward, grabbed Peter by the back of his jacket, and pulled him towards you and away from the group of boys.

"Hey!" He shouted, pulling away from you. "What the hell!"

"Stop messing with them they're nice people. Just because your fat ass is hungry all the time doesn't mean you can go around and blame people for keeping the food for themselves," You state making Peter raise his eyebrows before scoffing.

"If they're so nice why don't you go and join the faction? You look like a stiff anyways,"

"Oh, and you look much better? If anything you're gonna stay with Candor and spend the rest of your life making people hate you,"

"Ouch. Good insult Y/N, if that's what it suppose to be in the first place," You rolled your eyes, shoving away the urge the punch him in the face, and focused on the line in front of you. "I don't care if people hate me for telling the truth, plus who says I can't do that in a different faction,"

"You belong in Candor Peter, it's written all over your personality which reeks from here," He turned to you, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, so you can smell personalities now? And at least I belong somewhere, you wanna know where you belong?" He put his hands on your shoulders and spun you around, pointing towards a factionless who was limping across the street, a bag in hand. "Say hi to your new boyfriend oh and family,"

"Leave her alone Peter. Asshole," Christina who was in front of you said, glaring at Peter. You shoved away from him, biting your tongue and letting the insult fade away. It wasn't worth it.

"No need to get your panties in a twist, Christina. If anything you'll be right next to her fighting for the best piece of garbage-" Unlike you, Christina couldn't take criticism that well, along with Peters's personality. Or she just hated him. Either way, this brought her to lunge at him leading Al to step in and stop her from doing anything.

He pulled her away and moved further up the line. "I'm fine, he's just an ass," You heard her say as Al let her go. Peter looked at them then at you, looking clueless.

"Was it something I said?" He asked, making you roll your eyes before following Al and Christina further up the line.

~~~

You sat in your chair, fidgeting with your fingers. Your mind kept going back to yesterday, the day you took the test that told you what faction to pick. You had gotten in after many insults from Peter, some of them saying he wouldn't be surprised if the test showed you being a stiff.

You were nervous that day, but it didn't compare to what you feeling today. No matter what the test showed you still got to pick what faction you wanted to be in. And the choice you were going to pick and also what the test said would break your mother's heart.

She wanted nothing more than for you to pick Candor, it was already really hard for her with one of her children gone and for you to leave would leave her bedridden. But she needed to understand that you just wouldn't ever be happy in Candor and you needed to get away from Peter.

You were pulled from your thoughts when your eyes met dark green ones, his eyebrows lifted, a smirk playing on his lips along with challenge in his eyes. He tilted his head to the side, giving you a look that made your stomach flip. But you shoved that feeling away and glared at him, only leading him to laugh quietly.

"Y/N L/N!" Your nerves tightened at the sound of your name being called out. You blew out a small breath, slowly standing up and shifting your eyes towards your parents. Your mother gave you a smile, as if knowing what faction you would choose, but your father gave you a sad smile as if knowing you would follow in the footsteps of your brother.

You slowly made your way towards the front, towards the platform. Eyes shifting to Peter who was watching your every move, as if trying to figure out what you would pick before you had the chance.

You made your way up the small set of stairs and onto the platform. You looked at the different bowls, and soon took the knife that was on a table. You held it to your palm, your eyes sifting between Candor and Dauntless.

You let out a breath and slit your hand, pain shooting up your arm but you forced it down, not letting a gasp leave your lips. You slowly moved it towards Candor, thinking of your mother as the blood slid down your hand but before it had the chance to drop you moved it towards Dauntless.

The blood dropped into the bowl, making a sizzling sound. "Dauntless!" The man shouted. You closed your eyes as you heard a cry knowing it was your mother, but it all got drowned out by the cheering of the Dauntless group.

You turned, finding your mother in the arms of your father, her head was barred in his chest as she shook, cries escaping her lips. Your father padded her shoulders, trying to soothe her. His eyes found yours and nodded, a small smile on his face.

You made your way down the small set of stairs, feeling eyes on you, you turned your head, seeing Peter staring at you, he wasn't shocked tho. You didn't even know what you saw, but the way his eyes held yours made it almost impossible to look away. Your breath shook, the same nerves finding their way back to you.

"Welcome to Dauntless," A girl said giving you her seat. You thanked her and took your place, feeling pats and welcomes from all around you. Everyone got quiet when you heard the all too familiar name being called out.

"Peter Hayes!" Everyone's eyes found Peter as he stood up, his eyes finding yours for a brief moment before he made his way to the platform. He grabbed the knife and made no hesitation as he cut his hand and placed it over Dauntless.

Your eyes widened, breathing stopping altogether as you sat up in your seat, hoping to God that you saw wrong. But when the man shouted Dauntless you let out a breath, anger filling your blood when his eyes found yours, a smirk on his face.

The whole reason why you joined was to get away from him and now you had to spend the rest of your life with him? It was absurd and you hated it along with him more than ever.

You were fuming when he took his seat behind you. You felt breathing on your neck and turned to see Peter's face mere inches from your own, all of your anger slipped away and into the air that was slowly getting a little too hard to breath in. Peter caught your gaze, a smirk plastered on his face,

"Looks like getting away from me won't be that easy," He whispered, his eyes glancing at your lips before he pulled away. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, looking back to the front. He knew all along, that's why he wasn't surprised, it just confirmed what he was thinking.

Damn him.

~~~

Your hair blew out of your face as you raced after the train, Christina right at your heel along with Al in front of you. You were surprised when Christina and Al joined dauntless but happy that you had two of your closest friends with you. This way you won't go insane with Peter always around.

Your breathing started getting heavier and heavier the more you ran. Your eyes caught the sight of Peter as he climbed onto the train and pulled his body on. He soon peaked his head out, his eyes finding yours before pointing a ways in front of you, a smirk on his face.

Knitting your brows together you tried your best to look in front of you but you didn't see anything. You pushed it away, thinking it was probably just to distract you.

Clenching your jaw you forced yourself to run faster before you pushed away all fears and grabbed the handle that was on the train and hoisted yourself up and on. You pushed forwards and fell onto the floor, eyes going towards Christina who was sitting with her back to the train wall, a smile on her lips.

Your attention was taken to a girl who climbed onto the train, from the looks of if she was a stiff or in other words from Abnegation. You were surprised that she made it but put a smile on your face when she gazed at you, breathing hard.

"You made it," Christina breathed, making the girl shift her gaze toward her. "I'm Christina,"

"Beatrice," She introduced, her eyes finding yours, waiting for you to say your name.

"Y/N," You smiled. But that smile was short-lived, your eyes catching a glimpse of Peter who was talking with Al a little ways away from you. You shot up, Christina already looking concerned as you made your way toward him.

His eyes met yours right as you grabbed his jacket and pinned him against the train wall, he let out a surprised gasp but it quickly turned into a smirk.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" You asked, glaring at him. He only chuckled, his eyes shifting towards your lips as he spoke.

"Nice to see you too," He didn't try to get out of your grasp, letting you pin him to the wall. His eyes landed on your own, a kind of challenge in them. "Didn't think I would let you leave without me did you?"

"You should have," You said, pulling away from him, feeling eyes on you.

"You thought I wouldn't pick Dauntless is that it?" He asked, evening out his jacket, a smirk plastered on his face. "Huh? Is that what you thought?" He moved closer toward you until he was mere inches from your face. He moved a piece of your hair from your shoulder, waiting for your reply. "Hm?"

"Yes, I did. You're a coward and you won't last," He chuckled his eyes finding your lips, before darkening.

"Let's see who'll last longer. I bet you'll be factionless by the end of the first corder," He paused. "If you even make it that far," His voice was lower and raspy, making your breath hitch and something go off in your stomach.

"Get ready," A woman said, leading both you and Peter to shift your gazes toward her before he moved away from you. Your eyes widened when you saw people jumping onto the roof of a building.

"Your kidding," You whispered.

"What happens if you don't jump," Al asked from beside you. You locked eyes with him before he turned to Peter.

"What do you think? You'll be factionless. You'll fit right in Y/N," He answered his eyes shifting towards you, a playful grin on his face before he turned to Al. "Good luck Al," He paused, eyes finding your own. "If you stay on, the train will bring you to your people,"

You didn't even have a chance to say anything before he turned away from you, ran, and jumped. A surprised gasp left your lips, seeing as his body hit the roof of the building, only thing was he sat up straight away, turning his body towards the train as if waiting for something, worry covering his face.

"We have to jump," Al said, shaking his head. You blew out a breath then sucked one in, shaking away everything that would hold you back.

"Together," You shouted, giving him a smile. He nodded, looking back at the boy who was behind the two of you. "Now," You wasted no time and ran, jumping as far as you possibly could, hoping you would hit the roof and not the ground down below.

You landed with a thud on the roof, falling on your hands and knees before rolling over onto your back from the impact. You let out a gasp of pain but pushed it down and away. Al and the boy who was behind the two of you landed next to you, both groaning at the impact.

Your eyes met Al's, a smile making its way onto both of your faces. He got up first, holding his hand out, and helped you up. "We did it," You laughed, wiping your hands on your pants, excitement filling your body. "That was such a rush," He laughed in agreement, shaking his head.

"All right, listen up!" You heard a voice say. You looked towards the rest of the group, seeing a man who must be one of the leaders standing on the edge of the roof. You made your way towards the rest of the group, with Al next to you.

"I'm Eric. I'm one of your leaders. If you want to enter Dauntless, this is the way in. And if you don't have the guts to jump, then you don't belong in Dauntless," He motioned towards the edge.

"Is there water at the bottom or something?" The boy who jumped with you and Al asked.

"I guess you'll find out," He paused, a smirk on his face. "Or not,"

"Someone's gotta go first. Who's it gonna be?" He looked around. Everyone stayed silent, waiting for the other to jump in and say they'll do it. Seeing as no one was stepping up you did.

"I will!" You shouted, everyone's eyes found you, along with a shocked Christina who shook her head when your eyes met hers. You looked away and slowly made your way towards the front, regret filling your bones as you reached the man with a lot of tattoos and piercings.

His eyes shifted down your body before motioning towards the edge. You sucked in a breath, carefully getting on the edge, your eyes peering over trying to see what was at the bottom if you didn't hit the roof that was.

Hearing the words of Peter in the back of your head, all the insults of you being weak and not having the guts to do anything made you turn around, eyes locking with Peter's, a smirk on your face before you fell backward, a surprised laugh leaving your lips at the sensation.

Your back hit a net, a small gasp leaving your mouth and relief flooding into you, thanking God you didn't die. You bounced up a couple of times before you felt a dip making you shift your gaze toward a man who seemed to be waiting for you. You slid off the net, with the help of the man.

"Name? You can pick a new one if you want," He said, voice low. You cleared your throat.

"Y/N,"

"First jumper Y/N!" He shouted to the others who cheered. "Welcome to Dauntless,"

~~~

It had been a little since you joined Dauntless, and one thing you could say for sure is that you regretted joining with everything in you. Not only was Peter saying everything and anything to get you down, but it was also the fact that he was right about everything he said, you would be factionless with the way your name was right below the line.

You were starting to really panic and the words Peter would always say made it so much worse. You had even started working overtime, in the middle of most nights you were training, but it seemed to just make things worse because of how tired you were. But that didn't stop you.

That's how you ended up here, repeatedly beating the punching bag in front of you, lending your fits to hurt and small cuts to form. But you pushed through the pain and kept punching and sometimes kicking.

"You're doing it wrong," You heard an all too familiar voice say, causing you to roll your eyes and dread to form. You ignored him and continued to punch the bag with more force, imagining the bag was his stupid face. "Here,"

You flinched as his hands found your waist. You turned toward him and pushed him away, breathing out heavily as your eyes connected. You didn't know what he was doing but the feeling of his hands on your waist made your stomach twist and you hated that.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Chill the fuck out Y/N, I'm not trying to grope you I'm just trying to fix your poster," You knitted your brows together, confused as to why he would even care.

"Why?"

"Do you want my help or not?" He asked, ignoring your question. As much as you hated him you did need his help. He was first on the list for a reason. You swallowed your pride and nodded your head. "Okay,"

He moved toward you as you turned back to the punching bag. "Punch the bag like you just did," You did as he said punching the bag once, letting Peter's hands move towards your hips. He moved them as his foot kicked your legs further apart. His hands moved toward your arms causing him to move closer, his front coming in contact with your back.

Your breathing got heavier, and your stomach twisted with nerves, you knew you shouldn't but you just couldn't stop yourself. You looked back at him, your faces inches apart. His eyes connected with your own but soon moved down toward your lips causing his hands to loosen on your arms.

"Try now," He whispered moving away from you. Your body got cold the second he stepped away, but even with him away from you, it was like you still couldn't breathe.

You turned your eyes toward the bag, trying to calm your nerves, along with your hands that were shaking slightly, and punched it. It already felt different and the bag went further, you felt stronger.

"I did it!" You smiled, letting the happiness overtake lending you to jump up and down. You felt relief and finally, you could breathe. You stopped short when you remembered who was in the room, turning around to see Peter with a small smile. "Why did you help me?"

"Because even tho I hate your guts." He paused, eyes finding yours, a real smile coming on his face. Something you've never seen on him, causing you to melt at the sight. He really needed to smile more. "I still don't want to see a girl so beautiful dig through the trash for food,"

Before you could even react he moved toward you, one hand on your waist, the other on the back of your head, and his lips connecting with your own. You were too shocked to even kiss him back. You didn't think you'd ever see the day when Peter Hays would kiss you, but here you two were. You had dreamed about this moment and still, you weren't kissing him back.

As he was about to pull away you put your hands in his hair and kissed him back with everything in you. It was like your lips were made for each other, moving together like puzzle pieces. His hands gripped your waist tighter and pulled you closer.

You two pulled away from each other after your throat begged for oxygen, causing you to breathe heavily, still in a daze and in shock. You were still in his arms and inches apart, you did not plan on moving anytime soon.

His head moved to yours, signing as your foreheads connected. You smiled, thinking back to the words he said. "So you think I'm beautiful huh?"

#divergent #divergent x reader #peter hayes #miles teller #peter hayes x reader #peter hayes divergent #peter hayes imagines #peter hayes x you #peter hayes fluff #fluff

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