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genevievemd · 3 years

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The Ultimatum

A/N: Alright, So I am PISSED after that chapter. We are going backwards in our relationship and I ain’t having it lol. So here’s some angry angst for your reading pleasure or displeasure. Probably displeasure cause this is gonna hurt. Grab your tissues, my dudes. I have done us dirty.

Takes place the night of Edenbrook closing, before we see Leland outside our apartment.

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Genevieve McClure)

It’s impossible to know what the future will bring...But I can see as far as tomorrow.

Ethan’s words have been floating around in her head all night, like an echo in a never ending cave. To anyone else, it may have just been a statement on the uncertainty after Edenbrook has finally closed its doors. But Genevieve knows better, to her it’s more. Another sign of Ethan’s refusal to commit, go back on his word and leave her in the dark.

She had assumed after his very public outing of their relationship at the gala that they would simply fall into each other. Start their relationship and no longer have to hide behind secret glances and hidden touches. But the past five months have proven her wrong, there was no sign of commitment, no gesture taken or word spoken that proved to her that he wanted this. That he wanted her.

She’s been sitting outside his building for at least the last hour, fiddling with the idea of going upstairs. She wants answers, wants some sort of sign that she means something to him. She had called Sienna when she first arrived, asked for advice but it didn’t help. Didn’t stop the anger and fear from bubbling up. It was like a weight on her chest, pushing her down into the darkness of uncertainty and heartbreak.

With a breath she stands and makes her way into the high rise, using the code to unlock the lobby doors. Her confidence gets her into the elevator and to his front door. But she stops, hand raised to knock but seemingly stuck in limbo. Much like their relationship. Genevieve takes one final deep breath before knocking, waiting on bated breath for the man that would either make her whole or break her heart.

“Genevieve?”

“Can I come in?”

He doesn’t answer, simply opens the door wider. Her steps were determined, focused. She was here for one reason and one reason only.

“Do you want a drink or..” Genevieve hears him close the door behind her before moving to stand in front of her.

“I’m not staying, I just needed to say something.”

“Do you want to sit?” She can see the worry on his face at her refusal to go any farther than the door step.

“No. Just stand there, please.”

She takes a breath to settle her rage, to try and hide it the best she can, but the look on his face says he sees right through her attempts and straight into the fire that’s surely blazing in her eyes. “You said something today and I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop replaying the last 6 months, honestly. And I - I can’t keep doing this, Ethan. One minute you tell me that you’re afraid to lose me, afraid to let me out of your sight. Then the next you act like nothing has changed. Then we go to a mountain resort and you basically tell me you want to be in a relationship but only in secret. Then you kiss me in front of the entire goodman hospital. And now...I don’t understand.”

“Gen-” He moves to touch her, but she steps back. Hand raised in defiance. She knows if he touches her, she’ll lose her nerve. Fall back into his arms and right back into the cycle of non-commitment.

“Don’t. Just don’t.” She can feel the tears in here eyes, burning like the fire in the pit of her stomach. A fury she’s never felt before. “You said to me once that there was no such thing as a romantic relationship between an attending and a resident. That it was nothing more than lust fueled by spending so much time together. Is that what I am to you? Just some resident you can fuck? Because if I’m nothing more than a game piece to you, a way to get your rocks off tell me now. So we can end this before I -”

She can’t bring herself to look at him, to see whether there is truth in his eyes. “You keep going back and forth and I’m exhausted, Ethan. I’m so tired. One minute you want me, then the next you’re saying you can’t see a future with me.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“No you said you can’t see past tomorrow. Which to me sounds like you don’t care enough about this, about me, to picture a future. You really don’t see us together next week? Or next month? Next year?”

“I- Can we just sit down and talk about this, please?” There’s a brokenness in his voice, a whisper of hurt and it crushes her already fragile heart. She never wants to be the one to cause him pain.

“No. No more talking, no more sitting. No.” She backs up until her back is pressed against his front door. “I love you, Ethan. I’m in love with you and I have absolutely no idea how you feel about me. I have no idea what I even am to you. A fuck buddy? Your girlfriend? A play thing? The woman you love?”

The tears are free flowing now, rushing out of her like a waterfall.

“Did you just come over here to fight?” There’s venom in his voice and rage in his eyes. Like a predator that’s been pushed into corner and the only way out is to fight.

“No! I came here because I need you to make a choice. Right now. Commit to this fucking relationship or I’m out. I can’t keep going around in a circle like this, I can’t take it anymore. So you have a choice to make, Ethan. I’m leaving the ball in your court because I’m done chasing you around. You know what I want and where I stand. So you either need to break things off and let me go or prove to me that I mean something to you. That this relationship means something to you.”

“Genevieve.” He reaches for her again, taking a few steps forward until they’re only inches apart.

She can see the pain in his eyes, the fear creeping into the features of his face. Their breathes are shallow and small. Like they’re both afraid that anything more will be their undoing and it very well may be.

“Make your choice, Ethan.”

“You can’t just march in here, give me an ultimatum, and then expect an answer right away.”

“Yes, I can. Because if the roles were reversed I wouldn’t even hesitate. There’s no question for me, on whether or not I see a future with you. On whether or not I want to be with you. But clearly there is for you.” Genevieve wipes the tears from cheek, it feels like her heart is breaking. Crushed into a million tiny pieces that make it too hard to be whole again.

“It’s not that simple.” His voice is no more than a whisper, a plea given in a moment of desperation.

“Yes it is.” Genevieve reaches for the door handle, hands shaking and vision blurry. She opens the door with a deep breath, turning to face him, for what could be the last time. “Call me when you have an answer.”

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a/n: I’m so sorry. I have wounded us all. brb gonna go restart the books so I can feel joy again. (also do you want me to do a part 2? with ethan’s answer? I mean we all know what his answer will be, but I will gladly write it for us lol)

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ghostofbambifanfiction · 4 years

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For the texting prompts, “challenge”

Beatrice Booth: Two hours and counting!

Lily Evans: Yeah, I’M AWARE, thank you.

Beatrice Booth: Just reminding you bb pip pip!

Lily Evans: Could you PLEASEJUST

Beatrice Booth: It’s for your own good

Lily Evans: You are asking me to make a major life change and instead of love and support I’m getting “pip pip!” and “two hours and counting!”

Beatrice Booth: LOL major life change ok ms drama

Lily Evans: I’m sorry, but in what universe does this NOT change things?

Beatrice Booth: You’re acting like things are going to change in a bad way

Lily Evans: They might.

Beatrice Booth: They won’t

Lily Evans: They MIGHT.

Beatrice Booth: OMG just get on with it ffs I’m growing a beard here waiting.

Lily Evans: I. Am. Doing. It. Now. Go. Away.

Beatrice Booth: LOL send screenshotsDo you have a plan?

Lily Evans: Sort of.

Beatrice Booth: What is it?

Lily Evans: How am I even supposed to START and also who TEXTS someone to tell them how they feel about them in the first place that’s so impersonal and I HATE you, honestly????

James Potter: what?

Lily Evans: Oh, shit.I’m sorry, I typed this in the wrong conversation.It’s meant to be for Beatrice.

James Potter: that’s okay

Lily Evans: I’ll have to get back to you on how I somehow mistook your Whatsapp pic for hers.

James Potter: i don’t know what you’re talking about, beatrice looks exactly like a huge ginger cat wearing a male stripper’s bow tie

Lily Evans: What distinguishes it as a stripper’s bow tie and not just a bow tie?Is there a specific website where strippers buy their apparel?

James Potter: yeah it’s where i buy all of my tearaway trousersit’s a stripper’s bow tie because algernon is otherwise naked, obviously

Lily Evans: Obviously.So…can any piece of clothing can be stripper clothing if it’s the only thing you’re wearing?Which by default means you can wear stripper clothes when you’re not stripping?

James Potter: anything but crocs

Lily Evans: That’s fair.A naked person in crocs already has more problems than I’m ever likely to face in my lifetime.

James Potter: yeah but they’re getting terrific arch support

Lily Evans: What about shower caps?

James Potter: ANYTHING but crocs

Lily Evans: So you’d rather be in a strip club where the strippers were wearing a shower cap than one where the strippers wore crocs?

James Potter: i’d rather not be in any strip club, they’re depressing and full of creepslike whyeveryone knows why you’re therethe women don’t like youif you’re gonna be a sad pervert have the decency to keep that between you and your google search history

Lily Evans: What’s the last thing on your Google search history?

James Potter: “world’s largest lego store?”what’s yours?

Lily Evans: “How to tell the boy you like that you like him because your stupid best friend beat you in a year-long contest and forced you to do it as a forfeit?”Subheading: “She SAYS this is her idea of lockdown self-improvement but that’s bullshit, she’s just thirsty for drama”

James Potter: ahrightokay coolfirst text makes sense then hahawait, YEAR long????

Lily Evans: Yeah, look, it had a lot of different components and a whole escalating points system and it’s a whole thing, whatever, I’m never doing it again.Her victories were total flukes.Like, wow, you guessed the Eurovision winner, well done.I’m also pretty sure she was cheating with the steps counter but I don’t even want to get into that, honestly.

James Potter: mum gave me and sirius fitbits so she could make sure we took 10000 a day and sirius tricked her by putting his on his right wrist when he was wanking

Lily Evans: It’s weird that you know that.

James Potter: it’s weird that you don’t, he tells everyonedid you find anything?

Lily Evans: Where?

James Potter: in your google search?

Lily Evans: I found “100 Inspiring Quotes That Will Increase Your Confidence,” so no.

James Potter: inspiring quotes are like placebos except at no point do they have you fooledyou know they’re not gonna work

Lily Evans: Yeah, like it’s nice that some guy named Norman Vincent Peale wants me to believe in myself but that doesn’t suddenly mean that I do.

James Potter: you should believe in yourself, you’re brilliantbut you should also narrow your search parameters because that situation is way too specific

Lily Evans: I do believe in myself. Mostly.But like, not only do I have to tell this person that I have a crush on him, I have to do it to a bloody deadline.Nothing really prepares you for that, you can’t take romantic entanglements for your A Level.And apparently Google’s unfamiliar with the concept, so.

James Potter: it’s not remus, is it?tell me it’s not remus

Lily Evans: What?

James Potter: the person you fancy?i mean, not that i have any personal investment in the issue i just know he likes beatrice and wouldn’t want you to get hurt and that’s the tea

Lily Evans: ????????What makes you think it’s Remus?

James Potter: i dunno he justhe seems like the kind of person you’d like

Lily Evans: Me specifically?

James Potter: yeah

Lily Evans: Because?

James Potter: because he’s academic in a good way

Lily Evans: There’s a bad way to be academic?

James Potter: course there isremus is academic in the way that tries, not the way that fucks around and gets good marks by coasting on natural brilliance, which according to my mum can cultivate laziness and that’s why my chore list is so extensivehe’s funny in a dry wayhe’s not a dramatic idiothis hair is tidyhe probably understands mortgages

Lily Evans: You’re describing a male me and I don’t know why you think I’d want to date that.Also, I’m seventeen.Why would I need to understand mortgages?

James Potter: i hear it’s good to get on the property ladder early

Lily Evans: Do you WANT me to be into Remus?

James Potter: there’s no good answer to that question

Lily Evans: Because I’m not into Remus.You have a really skewed idea of what my type is.

James Potter: are you sure?

Lily Evans: Yeah, no, I’m pretty sure I haven’t mistaken him for the totally DIFFERENT person I fancy.

James Potter: i think he has an everyman quality that people find quite charmingit’s possible that you could have

Lily Potter: He’s not a Ditto, James. He can’t transform at will.

James Potter: though thinking about itwould be a bit weird if beatrice was pushing you to tell remus you liked himshe’s mentioned liking remus once or twice

Lily Evans: Once or twice a minute.I can’t believe you thought that “academic” and “understands mortgages” were my major qualifiers.Like, honestly it’s a bit offensive that you think I’m that stodgy.

James Potter: no it isn’t and i never said stodgyit was a commentary on how mature you are!and how you have sensible priorities!

Lily Evans: You say “mature” but you mean “stodgy.”

James Potter: that is not what i mean

Lily Evans: BRB digging out one of my nan’s cardigans and buying some thermal underwear and maybe taking up bridge as a hobby.Maybe I can book a spot on one of those OAP singles cruises and meet someone at a shuffleboard tournament?If I’m lucky he’ll have a full pension.

James Potter: i feel like i should inform you that plenty of old people are out there living wild livesi mean, not right now because of lockdown, but

Lily Evans: But apparently I’m not.

James Potter: what’s wrong with liking those things about a person??i like those things about youand about peopleplural

Lily Evans: NOTHING but they shouldn’t be THE thing.Like, it’s so mercenary. You’re saying I’d only want to date someone because they stand a good chance of making it in a decent career and being a good provider and not because they’re sweet or kind or funny.

James Potter: firstly, i mentioned that remus is funny and secondly that’s not what i meanti meant that you would want to date someone who was your intellectual equal so you would never feel that you weren’t smart enough for them or that they weren’t smart enough to stay on your level

Lily Evans: And that translates to “academic in a good way” how?

James Potter: okay what i just said was a) true and b) a straight up compliment and you’re just blowing right past it

Lily Evans: Maybe I am, but that still doesn’t explain how it translates.Like, since I’m assuming that you, THE smartest person I know, think you’re academic in a bad way, does that mean you think YOU’RE not on my level?Is that a conversation we need to have now?

James Potter: my middle name is oddjob

Lily Evans: Wait what??

James Potter: you’ve mistaken my compliment for an insult and you’re mad at me so i’m trying to distract youand just so you knowthis is my deepest darkest secretonly sirius and my parents know my middle name

Lily Evans: Wait, Oddjob like the Bond villain??????

James Potter: you are part of an elite group of people i’d trust with my life so please appreciate thatyes like the bond villain

Lily Evans: Were you a particularly complicated birth or something?Were your parents punishing you somehow?

James Potter: complicated pregnancymum was on bedrest for weeksshe was so bored that she watched all of the bond movies because they were the only films dad kept in the house and streaming wasn’t a thing back then, and that’s the story of why my name is james instead of sebastian

Lily Evans: James Oddjob.

James Potter: james oddjob

Lily Evans: They were going to call you Sebastian?

James Potter: mum’s choiceshe thought it was debonair and rakish

Lily Evans: I’m…really disproportionately thrilled that they didn’t go with Sebastian.

James Potter: because i’m not rakish or debonair enough?

Lily Evans: No, because you’re such a James.

James Potter: what qualifies a person to be “such a james?”

Lily Evans: I dunno.It’s just you, isn’t it? Your personality. You’re a James.

James Potter: there are loads of other people with that name, you know

Lily Evans: Yeah, and every time I speak to one I’m like, who is this clown and why is he using a name that doesn’t belong to him?

James Potter: lol

Lily Evans: #NotMyJames

James Potter: oh, so i’m YOUR james now?

Lily Evans: You know what I mean.

James Potter: no i don’t, please explain yourselfdid you call dibs?sirius will be pissed

Lily Evans: Do you want me to get mad at you again?

James Potter: were you ever really mad to begin with?

Lily Evans: SIGH. No.

James Potter: can’t believe you typed out a sigh

Lily Evans: I’m just stressed.I have…just over an hour? To tell this guy I like him.And Beatrice is demanding screenshots as proof.

James Potter: why is she even making you do this?

Lily Evans: She says that he likes me too and we’re just wasting time that could otherwise be spent swiping our v-cards in a slow march towards death, and that in the event that he doesn’t, we won’t be able to see each other for weeks anyway so I can avoid any awkward encounters.It’s a compelling argument, must admit.Assuming he hasn’t already…swiped?I haven’t swiped.Have you swiped?I’m talking about sex, by the way.

James Potter: yeah, i got that i’m not twelveno i have not swipedbut you want to?with this person who also likes you and would therefore also want to?

Lily Evans: Only according to Beatrice. He probably doesn’t.And I mean, not immediately. Not like, right now. But eventually, yeah.

James Potter: brb my mum’s calling me from downstairs

James Potter: pls come home from supermarket mum D: D: D: D:

Euphemia Potter: What’s wrong darling?

James Potter: i am dying

Euphemia Potter: What?

James Potter: i am in severe pain

Euphemia Potter: Where is the pain?

James Potter: in my emotions

Euphemia Potter: For goodness’ sake, James!Sending me a message like that during an international crisis!I thought you were seriously ill!

James Potter: heartbreak IS a serious afflictioni’ve just found out that lily has a crush on someone!!!??? and i am?? dying????

Euphemia Potter: Who does she have a crush on?

James Potter: i don’t know, she hasn’t said his name

Euphemia Potter: You tortoise, she obviously has a crush on you.

James Potter: you are biased in my favour because you are the woman who birthed me

Euphemia: Right now I am anything but biased in your favour.As punishment for subjecting your mother to needless worry, you can give the oven a good cleaning before I get home.That will cure you of your “affliction.”And remember to charge Diablo.

James Potter: you show that roomba more respect than you’ve ever shown me!

Euphemia Potter: Well at least the Roomba is useful.

James Potter: OUCH

James Potter: backturns out my mum just needed to insult me deeply

Lily Evans: Hey.

James Potter: still stressed out?

Lily Evans: Unbelievably.

James Potter: you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, yeah?

Lily Evans: No, I do.I promised her I’d do it.And I want to tell him.Sort of.I do sometimes think he might like me back.He says things sometimes, you know? And he looks at me in a certain way and I just, idk.It’s just, how do I even broach that in a text message?

James Potter: i have no idea

Lily Evans: Like, just come out and say it?

James Potter: honestly evans, don’t think i’m the right person to asklike, reallynot the right personreally really REALLY not the person to ask about this

Lily Evans: But you must have an opinion?

James Potter: i have no opinions on anything everexcept crocs on strippers but disregard thatyou know what you should do? ask remushe’s wise like a wolf

Lily Evans: Since when are wolves known for their wisdom?

James Potter: owls thenhe could probably make helpful suggestions

Lily Evans: I like you.

James Potter: yeah, go with that, whatever works

Lily Evans: James

James Potter: what?

Lily Evans: I literally just…my GOD, Potter.

James Potter: what?

Lily Evans: Nothing.

James Potter: what????

Lily Evans: Nothing, honestly, it’s fine.I’ll tell you to your face when I next see you.

James Potter: tell me what?tell me what????wait nolilydo youwas that about me?tell me what?????lilylilyLILYTELL ME WHAT?

#I kind of hate this but I had to stop #otherwise it just becomes a oneshot with no end

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bbcmyhero · 5 years

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Car

Got a little free time, so I might as well get started on this one. Into the episode with the giant continuity error, because I distinctly remember them having a car before this episode. At least I’m about...95% sure they did.

Are weetabix anything like the mini-wheats cereal? Cuz, if so, I’d honestly like to get my mitts on some. Frosted mini-wheats have the best crunch, ever.

Also, I hate eating odd numbers of things. I maybe wouldn’t eat 20 giant wheat cracker things, but maybe...4?

Standing in the corner and howling is very #relatable. I get you, Arnie

Again with the fat jokes. Lovely.

No need to rub in Arnie’s lack of powers by doing an equipment test right then and there. George is worst cousin.

Still get a giggle out of that George and Ella interaction.

“No, don’t kiss me.”

“Thanks very much, Ella, I really appreciate that.”

I really think if left to their own devices, George and Stanley would get along. Even if they had to bond over not liking Ella.

Oh, the weird guy in the corner is friends with George? Not a shock.

There it is, the part about them not having a car. But, again, I coulda sworn they had one in an earlier episode.

Yeah, just checked. Janet’s getting groceries out of a car in the pilot episode.

Did they have to sell it?

OMG, George, stop talking. You look like the saddest gold-digger in the world. Mooching off someone as apparently broke as Janet.

“You make me ashamed of my sex!”

“Ella knows you try your best, Stanley.”

BRB, dying

Nice. Now there’s two howlers.

Poor Janet.

See, right there. Tyler does the same thing George does later, when he erases his own memory, while trying to remind himself not to talk about Thermoman. Like Tyler’s erasing his own memory.

Tyler is a transgender alien. Change my mind.

That poster of Piers is the definition of Cringe. But, also, yeah. No. The man is gorgeous, but I wouldn’t trust him to operate on anyone. No one should book a surgery with him.

But dear sweet fluffy LORD, this is precious!

The genuine smile. The jumping into the car like an excited kid.

The blue shirt.

Did he need to be a smug ass? No.

Do I enjoy seeing the precious actually happy? Yes.

Can’t say I blame Mrs Raven. Don’t want anyone in my face with the flu, either.

I get sick, I crumble like a jenga tower.

“There is no Mr Right. There’s only Mr Crap, Mr Tit, and their friend, Mr Total Tosser.”

Wisdom.

That is a beautiful tie.

And lookit Piers! For one brief moment, having none to give about anyone’s opinion.

Because he’s got a really flash car, and you haven’t.

“You needn’t worry, Mrs Raven. Janet says most germs are afraid of catching you.”

And Janet just...runs…

Again, howling in the corner is a totally normal reaction to having no money.

“I could clone myself, but we’d keep on fighting over who gets ya on a Saturday night.”

Retroactively disturbing line, considering Hilary the creeper clone.

WTF, George? Why did your mind jump straight to the idea that Janet was suggesting eating Arnie?

What the actual hell goes on up there on Ultron?

Aw, Janet and Arnie celebrating together. Another case of “could have been adorable friends.”

Except Arnie is a creep, so…

Yet again, Janet laughing at the weird alien custom.

Which, granted, does look like camp gay “I’m a little teapot,” but still. Rude.

Okay, I definitely see the fat Freddie Mercury resemblance.

Doesn’t mean I have to like the joke.

Also, frozen Janet is the stuff of nightmares. Is no one going to thaw her out?

I’m not 100% convinced Tyler isn’t hearing actual alien words in the radio static.

Poor thing. I know he meant “present life,” as in reincarnation, but I still think “faded memories of being Ultronian.”

This lady’s gold blouse is awesome.

But ew with Arnie looking through her clothes.

I know they immediately sniffed a disaster, but that alone should still have gotten him a warning. Considering his hero test question was about sexual harassment.

Piers has on a stupid hat. I love it.

It makes the boring shirt more attractive.

BUT! Dude bragging aside, bby, we all know you didn’t take any ladies for a “test drive.” Except in your own mind.

Bless. Janet and George are so happy about his four customers, but everyone else is completely unimpressed.

And the weirdest courting ritual in the world begins in 3

Mrs Raven gets bitchy, Arnie gets...a boner, apparently.

Insult. Insult. Hand lick. Both parties clearly need a cigarette.

I ship it.

And George basically just insulted Mrs Raven by saying it was fair how she hated everyone. And she just looks pleased as punch.

Bits of shipwreck all over the living room and helmets not in the helmet cupboard. You know your life is weird, when…

Um, no. Bad George. We don’t imply the little woman is a nag when she doesn’t want you trashing the house for her to clean up.

At least he cleaned up without complaining.

Oh, I love this part.

“She’s queen of here...YOU’VE STOLEN THE CROWN JEWELS!”

GDI, Arnie

And there went Janet’s morals completely out the window.

YOU’VE STOLEN THE CROWN JEWELS

But I want a car

Okay, theft is staying on the dl for now

Stanley doesn’t even blink at George wearing a crown. It’s just one more weird thing George does.

That was weirdly polite. “Oh, it’s you. You’ve come outta your corner.”

Like, nice to meet you, weird guy. What’s up.

Love that delayed reaction...oh. Wait. George is wearing a crown.

Oh, of course this weirdly similar crown isn’t part of the crown jewels.

Good thing George was so completely convinced of that, or Stanley probably wouldn’t have been.

Tyler still in the corner counting the oats. Apparently no one finds that a bit strange.

At least that guy behind him threw some side eye at calling George “master.”

Also, I would dearly love it if I could find a magical alien healer to fix everything that is fubared in my stupid body.

No more broken thyroid gland. No more kidney pain. No more stress puking.

Sounds fake.

Mrs Raven wanting the phone to ring, then getting annoyed when it does, is me bored outta my mind and wishing someone would text. Then resenting it.

Janet’s face says she really believes Mrs Raven would kill all the patients and bury them in the car park.

“Bye, baby, daddy’ll see you very soon.”

I react to this the same way I react to bearded Hugh swinging his belt on Taskmaster.

Incoherent whimpering and nail biting, mostly. At the calmer end.

Jesus!

Okay, I’m cool.

“I am always...we’ve got no patients.”

Blue! Shirt!

It’s not nice to say sexy things while wearing a blue shirt. Sir. Not fair.

I’m fine.

Piers just watching Arnie and Mrs Raven’s mating ritual like...wtf am I seeing here? And then just nodding, like, yeah, that was definitely the most disturbing flirting I’ve ever seen. I’m leaving before it gets worse….

Wait…

Is George curing my patients?

How very dare he? The nerve!

Mrs Raven’s little quick change with the stolen scarf. I think it has to be in the lost and found more than one week before you can claim it, ya know.

Bless him, I think Piers is going to cry. And back to caring what everyone thinks, again.

Another thing that was nice while it lasted.

Theft cat is out of the bag. But he’s right. That is one ugly necklace.

Even if all that stuff was just stolen and hidden in their flat that day, how did no one notice a bedroom full of corgis? They’d surely have started barking at some point.

Rule of funny.

George at least has more morals than Janet.

I mean, I know a car would be useful, but I can’t believe either of them trusted Arnie in the first place.

Howling sadly in the corner is contagious. Poor Janet. Nice going, George. Just couldn’t be a little more optimistic, could you?

Lovely problematic cinnamon roll in a blue shirt is at the door.

“You have all my patients, I want them back….Not that I like them, they just go with the job.”

I love him.

If looks could kill, I’d have murdered Janet and George ten times over by now.

Couldn’t just take the check and get yourselves any old car.

No.

I mean, someone hands me 8k, I’m not gonna be a greedy prick about it.

But, it’s the throat-clearing and the slumped shoulders that Piers has going on, while handing over his car keys. Like a little kid that just got conned out of his favorite toy.

And the fidgety hands.

God save me from this man’s little sad hand fidgets.

“Can we give you a lift?”

You ever see A Fish Called Wanda? The way whenever Otto crashes his car into someone else’s he always screams “asshoooooooooole!”

That’s me, rn.

I mean, I laughed the first time. But that was before...the incident. The moment that changed everything.

Also, flying the car over traffic isn’t very subtle and secret-identity.

Douchebags.

#my hero #george sunday #thermoman #ardal o hanlon #emily joyce #bbc's my hero #Piers Crispin #janet dawkins

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roleplaylogs · 5 years

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Grofflin

A nice Grofflin RP where Jon goes to visit Lin in Puerto Rico

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Jamilton, Whamilton, Hamilton RPF, and grofflin.

You: [1.29am] I miss you. LMM

Stranger: It’s late, Lin, you doing ok? I miss you, too. JG

You: Yeah, I just miss you! LMM How are you doing? LMM

Stranger: I’m alright, glad you’re not feeling incredibly sad or whatever. JG

Stranger: I’ve been awake far too long, ugh. JG

You: I mean, I'm putting on a brave face, but I'm not like incredibly sad, more mediocre sad. LMM But I'd rather talk about you. Insomnia? LMM

Stranger: Funny, I’d rather talk about you. But you’ll end up telling me eventually, I’m sure. JG

Stranger: Definite insomnia tinged with the usual anxiety. I think I miss the stage. JG

You: I miss the stage with you on it. LMM

Stranger: Yeah? I miss spending time with you in general, but especially on and around stage. JG

You: We were so good together in the play. LMM

Stranger: We really were, even if we didn’t really interact. I really enjoyed comndeering your dressing room. JG

You: Some of my best memories from the show was hanging out in that dressing room with you. LMM

Stranger: If you wanted to come all the way out to Pittsburgh you can come hang out in my trailer with me. JG

You: I wish I could, Papi, but I just flew out to PR. LMM

Stranger: You’re in the Motherland and you’re moderately sad? Lin, sweet thing, what’s up? I’d come down to you but we’re filming all week. JG

You: I don't know, maybe I'm just in a funk. My family are all still in NY and I'm in a boujee hotel room that just feels weirdly sterile and I miss you so bad. LMM

Stranger: Sounds kinda funky, yeah. V didn’t come? JG

You: No, we're not doing so great at the moment. LMM

Stranger: Ahhh, I’m sorry to hear that, really. I... let me check my schedule, alright? I might be able to sneak out of here. JG

You: Really? I can get you on a plane whenever you need, first class. LMM

Stranger: Really really. I miss the hell out of you and it seems you need some good old cheering up. You don’t have to do that, boo. JG

You: I know I don't, but I want to. I'm dragging your working ass out of the country, I'm gonna do it in style. LMM

Stranger: I am 1000% volunteering to leave the cold as fuck Pennsylvania city to come see you in Puerto Rico. No dragging required. But I know arguing with you is pointless... JG

You: Good, glad we got that sorted. LMM When can I book the flight for? Can they change your filming schedule? LMM

Stranger: (Delayed) So, we can finish up my stuff for the week tomorrow, and I can have til next Tuesday. So a week? That’s not bad. JG

You: A whole week? Awesome! That's great! Oh man, I'm so happy now. LMM You can help me go through my lines for the PR play! I can assure you I have forgotten every Ham lyric. LMM

Stranger: Lucky for you, I have forgotten NONE of them. We’ll get you all rehearsed and happy. JG

You: God, I'm so scared I'm gonna be shitty now. You gotta be ruthless with me, train me up again. LMM

Stranger: There is no way you’d be shitty, Lin. What with all that Disney training I’m sure you’re a better dancer. I’ll get you in top Ham shape, no problem. JG

You: Oh my god, it really put me through my paces, I've never been fitter. If you squint, and if I really suck in, you can kinda see abs. LMM

Stranger: !!! I’m going to touch them, you know that, right? JG

You: I mean, I've got no one else to show them off to. LMM The dad bod is still and always will be here, just a little fitter. I'm also a way better singer now, so, we can thank Disney and their expensive ass singing lessons for that too. LMM

You: ((Brb real quick I gotta go put some food in! Might be like ten mins))

Stranger: ((Alright!))

Stranger: You can show off to me when’re you like, Lin. I mean it. Just go full on showboat like Daveed. JG

Stranger: I love you just the way you are but the tiny improvements will only make you stronger. More formidable. I definitely cried in Poppins Returns because of you, by the way. JG

You: No one can showboat like Daveed, don't be silly. LMM You did? Fuck, that means so much to me. I tried so hard and I'm so proud of that, I'm so glad you like it. It's a love letter to the first movie, which I adored. LMM

Stranger: I know, I know but you could try! Just never put a shirt on and pretend you aren’t attractive. JG

Stranger: I did. Cried three separate times, but most of it was because I was so so proud of you. You did so well, Lin! The lamp lighters scene, oh my god. JG

You: Ha, I don't have to pretend. LMM God, you know that was a whole week of filming? Just that scene there? It's the most exhausted I've ever been but so worth it. LMM

Stranger: Shush, you’re so handsome and charismatic. JG

Stranger: Oh, I believe it. It was beautiful and magical and I want to watch you on that lamp post like 24/7. JG

You: Not a patch on you, you handsome devil! LMM I made so many pole dancing jokes, I'm almost embarrassed. LMM

Stranger: Oh, stop that. Let me admire you! JG

Stranger: Ha, I know you very well. I’m sure that almost is the key word there. JG

You: I've never made Em laugh so much than when we were filming for that scene, we had a blast. LMM God. It's like that was a high I'm now crashing down from. LMM

Stranger: G o d, you call Emily Blunt Em, I am JEALOUS. JG

Stranger: We’ll get you back up on that crest, I promise. Ham in PR is such a huge deal. JG

You: You gotta meet her sometime, I will set it up, she's awesome. I also met Jon Krasinski and almost died, that man is a confirmed god and he and Em are perfect together. LMM You're right. I just need my personal hypeman by my side. LMM

Stranger: You shut up right now, I’ll just end up quoting the entirety of Devil Wears Prada right into her glorious face. I need to meet her. JG

Stranger: You’ll have me for a week, but I’ll always hype you, Lin. You’re legitimately the most talented, kind, bright man I know. JG

You: I'll make it happen. LMM Oh, stop it. I wouldn't be where I am without the support of you, you mean the absolute world to me. LMM

Stranger: I knew I loved you for a reason ;) JG

Stranger: You’d be so great without me, you’ve got a team of hypemen, Burr I will always be the loudest. JG

You: Hell yeah you will. God, I can't wait to see your ridiculously cute face and smush it in my hands. LMM

Stranger: Oh, it’s ready to be smushed, hasn’t happened in far too long. JG

You: You got that right, I'm gonna smush you so hard. LMM Which, in hindsight, sounds incredibly inappropriate. LMM

Stranger: ... I’m not mad about it. JG

You: Me neither. Groffsauce so cuuuuute. LMM

Stranger: Why are all the best men tragically straight? Ugh. JG

You: Uh. LMM Yo. LMM You talking about me? LMM

Stranger: You, Daveed, every other straight guy in theatre. JG

You: Oh my god, this is priceless. LMM You think I'm straight? LMM

Stranger: ... ok, so I’m wrong, then. How wrong am I? JG

You: Super wrong. I'm super not straight. LMM

Stranger: The whole V thing threw me off. I mean the willingness to throw yourself at me should’ve been a clue but that was more wishful thinking. JG

You: Yeah, I guess the whole married to a woman thing does make me seem a bit straight. But I am a theatre kid, so... LMM Remember when I made that Heights promo with you in it? I had the biggest crush on you. LMM

Stranger: So you’re bi, or bi adjacent, then. That’s... wow. Ok, my worldview just shifted a little. JG

Stranger: I remember that so well, it was so damn entertaining and cute. I’ve been practically wrapped around your finger since. JG

You: Yeah, I just don't really care about gender, I'm just attracted to everyone, basically. LMM Thank god, because I wrote KG3 for you. LMM

Stranger: Yeah, yeah that makes so much more sense. Either way you were out of my reach. JG

Stranger: You did not — really?? Why didn’t you tell me that before? JG

You: I swear I've mentioned that before. You know, like I wrote GWash for Chris? You were in mind already when I was writing. LMM

Stranger: I know you wrote Washington for Chris, but also damn. I guess it just blows my mind every time I hear you say it?? JG

You: Well, yeah. I had a big ass gay crush on you at that point, so why wouldn't I try and rope you in to my project? LMM

Stranger: Well, fuck. How could I say no to you, Lin? It’s literally impossible. With those big, bright eyes and all of those words. JG

You: Ha, insert say no to this reference here. LMM You think my eyes are big and bright? Aww, shucks, ya making me blush! LMM

Stranger: You’ve got such doe eyes, and those lashes, Lin. I’d murder someone for lashes like that. But you’re incredibly handsome. JG

You: Don't do murder, that's bad. LMM [delay] Well, your uh, flight is booked! LMM

Stranger: I’m not going to murder... maybe. JG

Stranger: Oh, thank you! You really are too much. JG

You: I know, I know. Get told it on the daily. LMM I'll get a car to pick you up from the airport (not because I'm lazy but I don't fancy getting mobbed if I come meet you). LMM

Stranger: I don’t blame you not wanting to get mobbed. Am I going to be staying with you? JG

You: Of course. This is a big suite, it's got two bedrooms! LMM

Stranger: Then you’ll see me in the suite! We’ll have a lot of fun practicing your lines at all hours. JG

You: And staying up watching old movie musicals like we're at a slumber party. LMM

Stranger: Too bad I can’t braid your hair anymore. JG

You: You were always so good at that. LMM Face masks though...! LMM

Stranger: It’s the Pennsylvania Dutch in me. JG

Stranger: Face masks! And manicures. Bet your nail beds are a mess. JG

You: They are, you gotta sort them out. LMM Anyway, it's late, we should sleep. But I will see you at my crazy fancy suite. LMM

Stranger: I’ll fix ‘em up. But ok, yes. Sleep. I’ll see you in a handful of hours! JG

You: Lin definitely didn't sleep much that night, far too excited to see Jon the next day. He worked a little the next morning, keeping an eye on the flight tracker for Jon's plane so he knew when it arrived safe, and got a driver to go pick him up. So, the fame might have changed him a little, but it was worth it. He looked up when he heard the key card he'd had given to Jon at the front desk clicked in the door and got up, a huge grin on his face. "Hey! It's my favourite heartthrob!" He said, running over and practically jumping at the taller man to hug him.

Stranger: Jon definitely didn’t sleep until he was on the plane — thankfully he was one of the lucky ones who could conk out on flights — he was just too excited to see Lin. There were nerves festering in the pit of his stomach that he had long since thought dead. As if getting confirmation that Lin wasn’t straight changed anything between them. It did not, but he couldn’t get those damn butterflies to settle down as he keyed his way into the suite. He didn’t have a moment to even set his bags down before he had to drop one in order to huddle Lin against him so they didn’t topple over. He was laughing brightly, unable to help it, as he carelessly dropped the rest of this things to get both arms around the ball of energy. “Hello to you too, Lin! Let me get in here,” he said, still laughing. But it was easy to shuffle them a few steps into the suite so the door could close behind him. “Look at you,” Jon sighed, getting both hands up onto Lin’s shoulders. “You look so good, lithe. Like you have a whisper of abs.”

You: It was so crazy that Jon was here, and Lin could actually hug him, it was like a dream come true. He'd really needed someone or the next few weeks would have been unbearable. He beamed up at him as Jon looked at him, nothing but true, unfiltered happiness in his eyes. "I do! If I suck in and you squint!" He said, before hugging him again. "God, you've like, totally beefed out. Mindhunter really did a number on you, huh? Look at how in shape we both are, I'm so proud," he rambled on.

Stranger: “Beefed out, god yes please keep telling me that. They have me working out far too much for my liking, but if you like it then we’re good.” Jon couldn’t help but get a little lost in the sound of Lin’s voice and the bright spark in his eyes. He ducked a little so he could duck his head to Lin’s shoulder. “You look great, so great. A sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure. Pittsburgh is so dull especially because it doesn’t have your spark.”

You: Lin hugged him tight, pressing his face against Jon's hair for a moment. God, he smelled good. Focus. "Are we just gonna compliment each other for the whole week? Because I am so good with that!" He pulled away eventually and picked up a few of Jon's bags. "There we go, I'll show you to your room, kind sir," he put on his English accent that he now had perfected from Poppins. "Follow me!" He went off in the direction of the other bedroom next to his.

Stranger: Jon couldn’t stop laughing, the happiness just pouring out of him from being close to Lin again. “I could spend all damn day telling you how awesome you are.” Gathering up his other things, he trailed after Lin slowly, looking around the suite with open wonder. “Listen, if you don’t talk like that all day, I’m going to be so disappointed.” Tucking his bags into the closet in the bedroom, Jon tossed his keys and wallet onto dresser and immediately went to the window to get a look at the view. “This is actual paradise, I hope you know.”

You: Lin put his bags down on the bed before going to stand beside him at the window. "I know, right?" He sighed happily. "Mi pais es tan hermoso," he said fondly, before looking up at Jon. "That means, my country is so beautiful. Now, you gotta make a choice. Jack the lamplighter voice, or Puerto Rican Lin!" He joked, rolling his Rs in an exaggerated fashion.

Stranger: Jon reeled Lin into his side pretty easily, his arm settling around his shoulders. “I don’t honestly care which Lin I get because I still get you regardless. But now I know now why you love this island so much.” Leaning toward the window, as if that would get him closer to the view of the sea, Jon was beaming. “How is this place even real? I’ll have to go exploring.”

You: Lin leaned easily against him, fitting snugly against his body. Oh man, this was nice. "I'll have to take you on a tour," he promised, looking up at the wonder on Jon's face rather than the view. It was arguably more beautiful. Not arguably. Factually. "But I wanna just hang out with you first for a while. Order room service, maybe a bottle of champagne to celebrate..."

Stranger: This closeness was what he had missed the most about Lin — about how well they fit together and how warm Lin was. Turning his face to look at him, he was only a littler surprised to find Lin already looking at him. A slight blush overtook his face and he laughed quietly. “You can give me a tour tomorrow morning. I am so down for staying in and seeing champagne-happy Lin.”

You: "I am such a lightweight now, I hope you're prepared to handle me!" Lin grinned and pulled away from his side, only to grab his hand. He didn't want to be separated from him, and honestly, he was a little touch starved at present. He grabbed a menu that Jon could read over his shoulder, practically leaning back so Jon's chest was pressed against his back. Was it hot in there? "What are you feelin?" He asked, reading over the desserts. He had a sweet tooth.

Stranger: “I am well-versed in corralling drunk friends. Besides, you’re easy,” Jon winked overly dramatically and happily held onto Lin’s hand. The contact was beyond nice and he practically wrapped himself around Lin as they perused the menu. “I’m feeling being indulgent. No gym time, no strict diet. Just get a bunch to share?” His free hand settled idly over Lin’s hip, holding him close as if he was afraid Lin would just disappear.

You: Lin grinned when he felt Jon’s hand settling on to his hip, almost shivering at the contact. “Sounds perfect.” He pulled Jon over to the sofa where the phone was, sitting down, half in Jon’s lap as he reeled off a massive order of room service, a bottle of champagne, and he checked their mini bar was suitably stocked as well.

Stranger: Jon handled Lin into laying down on the couch beside him, his head landing in his lap. Not that it took too much convincing really. It was always easy to get Lin where he wanted him. There it was easier to run his fingers through his short hair. “This is going to be a great night, just you and me. Running lines for the play?” It was like they hadn’t spent weeks and months apart.

You: Lin grinned up at Jon when he put the phone down, gazing into his pretty eyes. “Oh yeah, just like the old days,” he said. “Aren’t you just so excited for the play? I wonder if they’ll make us stage kiss!” He put on a high school voice, bringing up their inside joke from years ago.

Stranger: Jon burst out laughing before getting himself under control. “God, what if they make us stage kiss in the play?” Jon whispered, though fighting not to giggle again. He failed. “It’s been a while since you kiss-bombed me.”

You: “I know! Oh, I miss my surprise kissing you for the internet,” Lin sighed happily. “I bet twitter misses it. I know I sure do!” He’d always made excuses before to kiss him, because he’d just always wanted to. Jon just thought it was a prank, before. Lin wished things were different.

Stranger: “You ever just want to kiss me just to kiss me?” Jon asked after a prolonged moment of silence. Looking down at Lin — bright eyed and so handsome — Jon didn’t even bother keeping his thoughts to himself. “I missed you, really. And I had been so convinced that I was living in some weird limbo with you being out of reach but not really out of reach now, are you?” He babbled a little, the words just sort of not stopping.

You: The tone changed and Lin’s expression softened, listening to Jon. “Maybe I was out of reach for a while,” he said quietly, his heart pounding hard in his chest. “But I’ve wanted to kiss you period for years,” he confessed.

Stranger: Pushing Lin’s hair away from his forehead, Jon just kept touching him idly. “You should do it, then, if you’d still like to. I’d like it a lot.” His hands were shaking even as he threaded his fingers through that soft, thick hair.

You: “Yeah?” Lin whispered, shivering as Jon touched him. “I think I’d like that too.” He leaned up from Jon’s lap (using his newfound abs), reaching up to put his hand on the side of his neck. He looked at him for just a moment, before leaning in and pressing their lips together.

Stranger: It was like Lin was moving in slow motion, Jon could hardly believe it. He shifted just enough to make it easier on Lin to kiss him. It was tentative and sweet and Jon’s heart was about to leap out of his chest and he was sure Lin could feel it. Curling his hand around the back of Lin’s head, Jon encouraged the kiss to deepen.

You: Lin closed his eyes as they kissed, just feeling how nice and sweet it was to be kissing him properly, and not for some prank. He made a quiet noise as it started to deepen, as full of noise as ever. He couldn’t keep quiet at any aspect of his life. He melted against Jon’s chest, allowing the kiss to deepen even further, pressing his tongue against the seam of Jon’s plump lips.

-- And then it got a little NSFW that I won’t post here --

#hamilton #hamilton rpf #grofflin #grofflin rp

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i-choose-liam · 6 years

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Say Something - Kate x Will (MC)

A/N: Just a fluff/angst one shot about Kate O’Malley and my male MC, Will. This story is pre Veil of Secrets, back when they were roommates at Hartfeld. This is not my best work but I am stuck. I still hope you all like it. Thanks.

Tagging: @thatspicegirlssong, @indescribablechoices, @femmeshep and @bowful. If you want off the tag list, please let me know. Thanks!

Weekends at Hartfeld were not particularly exciting for Will. The one thing he had to look forward to was catching up with everything he had learned over the week. He tried to revise as quickly as possible. Because the minute his roommate laid eyes on him, she was sure to drag him into doing something "fun". 'Why does everyone at Hartfeld party so much?' He used a yellow highlighter on a line in his Media Ethics notebook. That point was of... "Hey Wiiilll?" Will's hands stopped moving. Kate was calling to him... from the bathroom. He cleared his throat and called, "Yeah?" "Could you be a sweetie and get me a towel, please? I forgot" He sighed and called back, "Be right there" This wasn't new. Kate was... a free spirit. She practically paraded around the rooms half-naked. He had thought he would get used to it by now, it being their second year living together and all. But a rush crept up his necks and into his cheeks at the thought of Kate waiting for him in the shower. 'Pull yourself together!', Will scolded himself, 'That is so inappropriate' Trying not to think of warm jets of water drizzling over Kate's body, Will grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom. He knocked on the door and immediately turned his back to it. "Towel", he said, holding it behind him. The door clicked open and a warm, heady scent of exotic flowers and soap wafted out. It smelled so fresh, his eyes closed in bliss as he took it in. It smelled like Kate. "Why are you standing like that?", Kate asked. 'Oh shit. Don't look back. Don't you dare look back' Will replied, looking straight ahead at a wall, "Like what?" Kate giggled from behind him. She said, "Are you trying not to look at me?" "Of course I am" "You can look..." "What?" "Nothing. Thanks for the towel" He was speed-walking away even before she could shut the door. With some deep breathing, Will had managed to take his mind off Kate and her shower. He opened his notebook again. Stretching his legs on his bed, he leaned against the wall and read. He was barely past two lines when he became aware of the enchanting smell again. "Don't mind me, Mr. Peabody. I'm just looking for the earrings Makayla lent me", Kate said. Will looked up at the sound of her voice, and his heart stopped. Then it started beating so fast he feared the entire campus would hear it. Kate had sauntered into the room wearing a pink towel and nothing else. Beads of water clung to the skin on her arms and her lithe legs. He could see nearly everything. The sloping curve of her breasts, the dip of her lower back above her butt, the freckles on her shoulders. 'Oh sweet Jesus' He quickly averted his eyes and pulled the book up to his nose. Did she seriously have no inhibitions walking around like that in front of him? "Where did I put it?", Kate stood right in the middle of the room, a finger tapping her lower lip, "Where did I, did I, did I?" Will closed his eyes and hoped for mercy. When he opened them, he found Kate climbing onto the bed, right between his legs. "Hey, whoa!" "Sorry", she stood up on the bed, smiling down at him, "I just remembered I put them on your mantle" Her legs were spread apart as she stood, the part where her thighs touched being right in Will's face. He turned his head to the side, stammering out a string of words. "W-wh-why would it be on m-my mantle?" "They are gold. I couldn't keep them with my other earrings. You know how I keep misplacing stuff" He pressed himself against the wall as Kate's tantalising presence grew closer. "Um... I'm pretty sure they are not on my mantle" Kate dropped down to her knees between his legs. She leaned forward, her hands on Will's thighs. She blinked and he couldn't help but note for the infinite time how long her eyelashes were, over those sparkling eyes. Kate leaned closer, asking him, "No?" He wheezed, "No" Kate stayed there, her knees almost touching between his legs. Will looked away as her towel scooped low, revealing soft cleavage. She pressed her fingertips into his thighs, backing down and off his bed. He watched her bend over by her nightstand, and immediately looked away again. "Found 'em!", Kate announced. "Great", he said. Will pulled his legs closer and sat up straight. Despite of knowing he wasn't going to be able to focus on Media Ethics now, he opened the notebook and forced himself to read. Kate asked, from the other end of the room, "Will, what colour bra should I wear for hosting movie night tonight? This, or this?" He didn't take the bait, kept his eyes focused on the page. He said, "For the hundredth time, Kate, I'm not going to help you pick out the colour of your underwear" "Ugh. Sometimes I wish you were gay. Maybe then you’d care about what I wear" "Stereotyping" "Sorry, Mom. Anyway", she said, "I'm going to wear this red one tonight. Imma go change. BRB" She left for the bathroom, prompting his eye-roll. 'Great. Now I'm gonna have that mental image in my head all day' When it was time for movie night, Will welcomed their friends in. He even greeted Charlotte's new girlfriend of the week. She gave him a dismissive glance before heading straight for the couch. "Hey man", Yan clapped his shoulder, "Where's Kate?" "She's baking cookies for us. Some new unicorn flavour thingy she found online", Will said. Charlotte's girlfriend, René, snorted, "Cookies? What are we, five?" Will would have retorted but Kate came in, greeting everyone in her loud, happy voice. She hugged their friends like she hadn't just seen them a day before. He loved that about her. Kate had so much love to give. Sometimes he wondered where it all came from. "Hi, new friend!" She hugged René, who returned it half-heartedly. Will headed to the kitchen to check on the food. "Where are you going?", Kate pulled him back by the arm, "You didn't get your hug" He just shook his head as she wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back, allowing himself one sinful whiff of her shampooed hair, then let go. Kate was looking up into his eyes and smiling. "Why don't you start the movie and I'll bring out the food?", she said. He teased her, "So domestic" "Ew, no" He grinned, watched her go, and turned back to their guests. René looked fit to eat her words. Kate had laid out a whole array of tasty snacks on the table. Mozarella sticks, pizza rolls, beer, salted peanuts, and pink-purple, white chocolate chip cookies. "Kate? I. Love. You", Neha said, stuffing her face with a pizza roll. "I'll take compliments in the form of spa coupons, thank you", Kate winked. Will was the only one to realise Kate had no place to sit. The movie was about to begin. He started to get up, saying, "Come here. You can sit..." Kate pushed him back in his seat, between Yan and Neha. "Don't be silly. There's plenty of room for everyone", she said. He had no time to retort before Kate turned her back to him and settled herself on his lap. 'This is the night I die…' Will's breath seemed to be stuck in his throat as his mind registered Kate's presence on his lap. He looked about, embarrassed, but his friends had their eyes stuck to the TV screen. René already looked bored. Will tried to say, keeping his voice low, "Uh... Kate?" "Oh sorry. You can't see", she replied. His chest heaved as Kate's bottom brushed against his crotch while she moved on his lap. She put one leg on top of another, sitting sideways now, and put an arm around his neck. He was... bamboozled. Every sense of his was under attack, overwhelmed. His nose could smell nothing but her princess-y perfume. His ears rang with the sound of her laughter. His skin tingled everywhere it came in touch with hers. His gaze rested on the lovely curve of her cheek, which he oh so desperately wanted to kiss... 'Kate O'Malley, you're going to be the death of me' "Bathroom break!", Yan announced. "Geez, man", Neha made a face. Charlotte's attention was entirely on René. Will managed to wrench his own attention away from Kate when she finally got off his lap. "More beer?", she asked. Yan called over his shoulder, heading to the bathroom, "Hells yeah!" Kate went back into the kitchen. Will relaxed, somewhat. In his mind, he was thanking his brain for not diverting blood flow to his nether regions. Kate sitting on his lap was reason enough, but his body had complied with his silent prayers. "O. M. G.", René snorted again. Will watched her break her gaze away from the kitchen door. He asked, "What?" She smiled to herself, "Huh" Now he was getting annoyed. She had been nothing but disdainful all evening. "You can share", he said, an edge apparent in his voice.�� René began, as if she had been waiting to all evening. "Is she serious? She got dumped by Lola like two days ago and she's acting like nothing happened? That's rich, even for Kate O'Malley" Neha said, before Will could speak, "What do you even mean?" René said, "Um, Kate's getting a skank reputation? Like she doesn't care about someone after she sleeps with them? Don't tell me you haven't..." "First off, René, shut up", Will said. René looked like he had thrown a drink in her face. Charlotte intervened, "Will, what the hell?" He ignored her and turned to René, doing his best to contain his fury, and to make sure Kate wouldn't overhear. "Lola is just another sad excuse of a person who doesn't deserve Kate. She's not even worthy of being the dust under Kate's feet. Now I don't care what everyone is saying, because I know what Kate is. She's the sweetest, funniest, most beautiful woman I have ever known. And she has a heart big enough to love people who don't deserve it. So if you hear anyone talking about Kate like you just did, please let me know. 'Cause I have no qualms about giving a piece of my mind to people who have anything bad to say about Kate" The room was quiet as a graveyard. Kate walked in, clearly having heard everything. Will got up and strode over to her, his heart aching at the way she looked at everyone. "Kate..." "René!", Charlotte exclaimed, "Baby, come on" Will heard their door slam and Charlotte yell at his back, "Thanks a lot, Will!" Kate called, "Charlotte, I'm sorry! He didn't..." He heard the door slam again, and Yan's low whistle. Kate wouldn't look at them anymore. She mumbled, "I need a minute, guys. Sorry" "Kate..." Will followed her into the bedroom. One of his weakest moments that he could remember was the first time he had seen Kate cry. He was quite sure now that she might be crying in there, so he steeled himself. He tried his best to ignore the pain he felt in his heart at the mere possibility of her crying. His hand rested against the closed door. He didn't knock. He called softly, "Kate? It's me - Will" "Come in" 'If she's crying, don't you sympathy-cry again' He opened the door and peeked in. Kate was sitting on the bed with her back to him. Will closed the door behind him. "Can I have one evening without drama?", she said. He walked over to her bed and sat down, maintaining a distance on purpose. Kate turned to him, and he exhaled in relief. She wasn't crying. 'Thank god' "I'm sorry", he said. She waved a hand dismissively, said, "It's not your fault. Honestly, I'm not even mad at René. It's not like I haven't heard that before" "Come on. That's not..." "It's fine", she turned to him and took his hand, "It's really fine. I'm just living my life the way I want. People have a problem with it? They can suck it. I'm not bothered" He traced her knuckles with his thumb, smiling, "That's the Kate I love" "Do you?" He smiled wider, "Of course I do. You're my best friend" Kate smiled too, but he could only see sadness in it. She looked down at their hands held together. "Best friends... You're my best friend too, Will" "Lucky me" Her hair had gone a bit askew, a strand falling over her forehead. He gently tucked it back behind her ear, fearing it might poke her in the eye. Before he could withdraw his hand, Kate pressed her face against it. He damn near melted from hearing her hum and seeing her close her eyes, seeking comfort from his hand on her face. Kate held the wrist of that hand and pressed a kiss to the palm, smiled at him. 'Jesus Christ, Kate... I'm not worthy. I'm not the prince you want. Not yet' Like wrenching his heart out of her reach, he pulled his hand back. On impulse, Kate leaned forward and hugged him tight. That broke all his resolve. Will wrapped his arms around her small frame, clutching her to his chest. He could feel her heart beat right against his own. Much to his grief, it sounded like the perfect duet. Kate said, "I love you, Will. You're my favourite person in the world" He said, his voice huskier than before, "And you are mine" They were so close he felt her breath catching in her throat. She whispered, "I am" As much as he would have loved to spend the rest of the night - hell, the rest of his life - holding Kate, he knew he had to let go. He didn't trust himself to not blurt out something stupid that would ruin their friendship. Kate did it before he had to. She rested on his lap, her arms around his neck, and her face smiling down on him. "Someday", she said, "You're going to make a girl really, really happy. She will be what you deserve. Smart, mature, profesh. The lucky bitch" 'I want you. No one but you' Will just gave her a deprecating smile. He tucked the hair off her shoulder, his fingers lingering along the auburn strands. "You ready to see the rest of the movie?", he asked. "Yeah" "Let's go then" They held hands as they got off the bed and walked to the door. Will felt a tug at his hand as Kate stopped behind him. He turned to her. "What's wrong?" She wouldn't answer. She just stood there looking at him, like he had never seen her do before. Kate kept opening her mouth, trying to get the words out. Will encouraged her. "What is it? You can tell me anything, you know that", he said. Kate shook her head in despair. She said, releasing a shaky breath, "Thank you. For what you said to René about me" He smiled, pulling her to his side. "Anything for you, Katie-bear" She smiled back and lay her head against his shoulder. And they walked out, holding on to each other.

#kate o'malley #kate x mc #vos #veil of secrets #fanfiction #playchoices #romance #fluff #drama

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years

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Ali & Carly

Ali: When your sidechick gotta go though 🙄 Carly: for serious or Ali: Probably not but she's raging and I'm more over it than usual Carly: sorry Carly: you're welcome over here Carly: marital home Ali: *checks in to be petty* Ali: don't even be, it ain't your fault remotely Carly: not trying to be helpful to her tho Carly: no offense Carly: you're mine so Ali: She wouldn't for you so no one can chat shit Ali: Why's everything gotta be so heavy, like? Ali: Already wifey'd up, soz about it Carly: i hear that no guesses on who i cleared out earlier Carly: idc if you wanna fuck rough but get a bit creative w the dialogue Carly: calling me a whore again like you forgot my name boo Ali: Eurgh, what a prick Ali: He definitely did not pass English lit Ali: Hope you returned the favour and kept calling him the wrong name Ali: Not gotta be mine but 😏 Carly: kept it silent that pisses him off more Carly: & blates wants me to lie there and take it until i do then hes sad over not being gods gift Carly: bored Ali: Make up your mind, like Ali: Can't please some people, eh Ali: so why bother, that's what I'm thinking Carly: yea Carly: lets do something not boring Carly: please ourselves Ali: Like the sound of that Ali: any ideas? i dunno if there's even a shit party on tonight Carly: be fun Carly: we can throw one Ali: hostess with the mostest Ali: why not, all welcome except the shit list Carly: is your gf on it Ali: Hmm, an invite would probably piss her off more but she'd not show Ali: too proud Ali: idc if I'm being real Ali: wanna have fun Carly: k Carly: im good for that Carly: ill get stocked wanna come or we doing this on trust? Ali: trust you with my last name, bitch Ali: but also doing fuck all so i'll come Ali: be 💪 Carly: come help me spend the week worth of food money my ma and da trusted me w in one night Carly: like its hard Carly: & my first time Ali: 😂 Ali: long as you got enough pot noodles in, you'll survive Ali: I'll bring you care parcels like the domestic goddess I is Carly: yogurt and strawberry shakes Carly: how i gonna keep my figure for you bitch Ali: 🍓 shortcake's what I'm gonna call you Ali: step up from whore, nah? Carly: aww Carly: what you want your wife to be wearing idk Carly: red & green or Ali: Good point, let's be really lame and couply and coordinate Ali: we'll stop at mine and look at options Carly: k Carly: better wash my hair brb Ali: take ur time, princess Carly: you sweetie Carly: caravan park royalty be like Ali: that how it be when you 👑 Ali: don't matter where you are Ali: I should shower too, smelling like coffee is my signature scent these days but not the goal Carly: blushing again right here Carly: too nice to & for me, babe Ali: nah, you just not been treated right Ali: get used to it, baby Carly: as soon as i do you'll do one Carly: i know the drill k Carly: divorce rates b high Ali: you wish it was that easy to get rid Ali: so stuck soz 💋 Carly: it is Carly: my da's my step Carly: fuck knows where the real is Ali: you wanna know? dead nosy, and my Ma's social, I can probs snoop Ali: not only nosy but persistent, trust, I ain't going nowhere, bitch Carly: shit bitch if your ma's social we can't be married Carly: 💔 Ali: 😣 BUT BUT Ali: she's always doing this, fucking cockblock Carly: yea Carly: mine hasnt noticed we're married Carly: cheapskate on the gifts like Ali: Inadvertently paying for the party favours tho, that's something Carly: only cuz im a fun wife Carly: yous the domestic one Ali: I'M FUN Ali: I'm a cool mom, fuck you 😣 Ali: we can't argue yet, wait 'til companies here, make a scene 😏 Carly: point Carly: kiss & make up Ali: fucking straight girls man 😂 Ali: i know you'd only lemme hit that if ronan was watching babe Carly: youd still have no complaints Carly: how many girls have you been with? ive got 3 or 4 under my belt Ali: 🤷 never said i was opposed to a lil performance art Ali: not wasting my talents on him tho, no offense Ali: Only been out with Lene but I've messed around with about as many as you, nothing serious, just fun at parties and that Carly: k you wanna put on a show for her Carly: lets do it Ali: 😂 God no! Ali: At least Ronan would be vaguely appreciative Ali: Not how I'm getting back in her good books Carly: but you dont care yea Carly: we'll find someone else Carly: impress them Ali: Yeah, see if any rides show up Carly: lads kno im good for a party Carly: they'll show Ali: 🙌 Carly: cant offer any girls as a promise Carly: you 50/50 or? Ali: Yeah, pretty much Ali: I'm not fussed, hot is hot to me Carly: k Carly: im scrolling Carly: wife duties Ali: just don't be swiping right on my behalf, babe Ali: focus on getting you a fittie Carly: cba Carly: wanna have fun w my woman Ali: now who's being sweet Ali: fun we shall have Carly: meet at the shop? Carly: less of a mess now Ali: ✌ see you there Carly: k Carly: be fun Ali: be fun babe 💚

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the-crystal-muse · 7 years

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Cause why not, I’m gonna liveblog my thoughts on the episode as I watch it! Should be fun, especially given the episode’s subject material.

Everything will be tagged and placed under a readmore.

So, Twilight’s going to be helping foals at a hospital? Huh. Sounds like a fun thing to do.

“I’ll bring snacks, a book to read to them, and gifts!” “Food and presents always cheer me up.” If anybody ever wondered why Spike acted so full of himself in earlier seasons, there you go. Twily spoiled the poor thing rotten.

“...We have three hours to buy presents, pick up books from the schoolhouse, and pick up treats.” I think we should leave the presents to Twi. Knowing her she’ll buy them more books. A lot more books. She could probably restock the school’s library. Heaven knows the old one isn’t getting any use.

...Yes, I too mourn Golden Oaks. To this day I weep over it’s tragic death.

“Yeah, knock on wood.” Gotta love that joke there. Simple but pretty funny.

Oh hey! Cadance! Nice to see you. I’m sure it’ll be nice to see you leave in the next two minutes too. #WheresMyCadanceEpisode

Shining's my headcanon voice for Flurry. It’s so spot on.

Ah, Voice of Reason Spike is back at it again. We haven’t seen since What About Discord.

Aw! She already knows how to walk! She’s pretty cut-

TWILIGHT. THAT’S A LOT OF TOYS. STOP YOU’RE GOING TO SPOIL HER WORSE THAN SPIKE

“Best Aunt Ever” is going to be That Line for this episode, isn’t it?

Also, Flurry pretending to be a bear is adorable. Not as cute as Twilight’s bear circus though.

So, Flurry, you can uh...levitate things. That’s cool. Not like it took Sweetie four seasons to learn levitation...

So her Whammy calms her down? Well I know what’ll be lost/destroyed by the end of this episode.

“You know my friend Spearhead?” “Honestly, all of your friends’ names are very similar.” Ha! I’m glad we got another pony names joke. Those are always fun.

“We could really use a night out.” “You mean day?” “That’s what I said, isn’t that what I said?” Confused Cadance was adorable and sad in her own way. Just the way she glanced around like she had no idea where she was made me want to hug her. Stay safe, love horse.

Also, is Shining Armor growing a beard? He always had stubble when stressed. By season’s end I predict he’ll have a full goatee.

!!! They’re playing bear! That’s so sweet!

ALSO FLURRY CAN FLY LIKE A PRO TOO WHAT IS THIS CHILD PRODIGY

AND FORCE FIELDS. TWILIGHT COULDN’T EVEN CAST A BASIC SPELL UNTIL SHE WAS 8 TO 12.

I’M GONNA ASSUME IT’S “NEWBORN FOAL MAGIC” LIKE WITH THE CAKES BEFORE THIS STARTS TO HURT MY HEAD

“Sorry bug” Did...Did you just call your niece ‘bug’? Is that her nickname now? Cause that’s twelve kinds of adorable right there. This episode’s becoming really sweet.

I’m also only five minutes in. Wow.

Flurry is acting like a dog and this is wonderful to see. So is her difficulty with winking.

Is...Is this going to be an episode about responsibility vs fun? Didn’t we get that already with Baby Cakes? Plus, wouldn’t an episode like that be more along the lines of Pinkie or Rainbow anyway?

Wait, why are we cutting back to Cadance and Shining Armor...? That’s not right. They should be gone for the rest of the season. #YesImStillSalty

“Is this art or a mistake?” I ask myself that question every time I browse FIMfiction with the mature content filter off.

...Seriously, smut writers come up with some weird stuff sometimes and honestly they scare me.

Also, CADANCE ICONS GALORE

This Spearhead pony is dressed like Trenderhoof 2.0 like talks like he plays football.

Cadance looks so concerned throughout this scene. I feel for her.

Ouch, how does one even clean a ten-twenty-whatever foot tall crystal wall?

TWILIGHT NOW YOU’RE SPOILING THE PONYVILLE FOALS.

The Princess of Friendship is playing racecarts in a store. Is Best Princess still a thing? Cause I found it.

“I don’t think foals would be interested in the ‘Unabridged History in Amulets in Pony Latin’. Are you kidding, I’d totally read that.

...Also, Pony Latin? Alright, I won’t judge. I read Homestuck, this is normal for me. But you couldn’t come up with a horse pun for that?

“Alien Alicorns vs Space Pirates”. Alien alicorns sounds hilarious and I wanna see it.

So Flurry has the ability to hold chalk in her magic well enough for crude drawing? ...Huh. Magical savant here.

Then again, Pumpkin Cake was about to phase through solid objects. Can’t judge here.

So Twilight calls herself the Best Aunt Ever, or “BAE”? Alrighty then. This girl really loves acronyms.

TWILIGHT DONT LET HER STAY WITH THE CAKES THIS IS A HORRIBLE IDEA

...Actually, has anybody wrote fics or anything about Flurry and the Cakes being friends as they grow up? Cause that is a wonderful idea.

“Brb” Text-speak is canon to Equestria, that...is totally inconsequential.

“Hold on, sweetie, we’ll play in a second.” That’s not Sweetie, that’s Flurry!

THE CAKES ARE ON THE WARPATH, THIS IS NOT HOW I EXPECTED THIS TO GO

Pinkie having an apology stamp implies ponies regularly come in asking for an apology cake. I get the feeling that gets a lot of use in this town.

Huh, she’s doing fairly well so far. I’m expecting this to go badly.

FLURRY DONT TELEPORT THIS HURTS ME

As the seasons go on, the Ponyville hospital is suffering more and more abuse.

Woah, she got mad at the baby. I’m...honestly amazed by that. But I’m glad she tempered her anger with an apology and kind words, although I wouldn’t pin the blame on Twilight for ignoring Flurry. Her real crime was taking on too many responsibilities at once, and not knowing which one to give importance.

Also, glad to know the citizens of Ponyville see Twilight as ordinary enough to call her out for her mistakes. No princess preference here.

Well, Cadance just got more scenes in this episode than she has in a long time. Wonder if we’ll see her again soon?

And Spike got another fun scene to himself at the end. Nice.

All in all, this was a fun episode to me! I’m definitely going to have to watch it again (for the icons definitely-), and I loved seeing Straight Man Spike take center stage, and BAE Twilight was too adorable with Flurry. I liked it. Now hopefully I’ll actually wake up in time for next week’s episode...

#mlp spoilers #Flurry of Emotions #{OOC}#{Episode Blog}

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