Ooh, 2 and/or 4 with Everlark please? :)
Not gonna lie @heathersaid this one was my favorite! Thanks for the prompt.
2. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck this shit. Fuck”
From this drabble prompt list.
Katniss sat on the counter of the employee break room with one arm wrapped around her waist in a protective measure. She held her tea mug in the other, using it to gesticulate because she couldn’t find the words to tell Johanna how truly awful her run-in with their spawn of the devil manager had been, no matter how much her co-worker prodded.
The entire day had been a shit show, with the air conditioning in Katniss’s old car deciding to stop working on the way to the office. Not to mention she forgot her lunch and purse, and then, as the perfect, you should have brought along a jar of Vaseline because you’re getting the screwing of your life from the universe, the strap on her left sandal broke while crossing the parking lot. All of this was before Coin tore her a new one over what she called Katniss’s “mismanagement” of the marketing campaign- one she hadn’t wanted to work on in the first place.
Everything that transpired had a hand in the mute episode Katniss found herself in the middle of. She was so done with this place.
“Well?” Johanna prodded, staring at her expectantly. “Was Coin making the face that looks like an angry corpse?”
Katniss sighed before taking a sip of the tea in her mug and frowned- it needed a lot more sugar. “How about a recap tomorrow?” she offered. “I just can’t go there today.”
“Fine,” Johanna agreed, “but I’m going to want every detail, so you’d better be ready bright and noonish.”
“Details about what?” Peeta asked, entering the break room, brushing past Johanna as she backed out the door to get back to her desk.
“Shit day,” Katniss mumbled. Her cheeks felt hot, so she stared into the bottom of her mug until Johanna left the break room. She rolled her eyes but smiled down into her cup again. She glanced up at Peeta, and he winked at her.
Katniss and Peeta had been on more than a few dates recently, and since the relationship was new, they hadn’t let HR know yet because how awkward would that be if it didn’t work out? They were keeping things under wraps. Katniss didn’t think they could keep their relationship a secret much longer. Not with their chemistry or the familiarity between them that came with liking someone as much as she liked Peeta.
“Sorry to hear that. Want to talk about it?” Peeta asked quietly, opening the fridge door and digging out his lunch bag before shutting it again and facing her.
Katniss shook her head. “No,” she murmured, watching Peeta set his lunch on the counter next to where she was sitting. He opened the bag and pulled out what looked like a giant sandwich on those homemade bread rolls he got from his family’s bakery. Without a word, he gave her half, and she smiled gratefully. She told him earlier she’d forgotten her lunch. He always offered to share his food with her, but today she decided to take him up on it, potential fodder for the office gossip mill if they were spotted sharing his food be damned.
Katniss was swallowing her first bite when Peeta wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spoke up. “You know what always makes me feel better when I’m pissed? Letting out a string of swears. Even if it doesn’t fix your problem, a good, loud fuck is guaranteed to make you feel better.”
She laughed at the double entendre. “I wouldn’t know,” she teased before taking another bite of her sandwich. They haven’t had sex with each other yet, although god knows she’s thought about it often enough.
Peeta rubbed the back of his neck, “I think it’ll do wonders for your disposition.” Before stepping closer, he glanced around the breakroom, making sure no one was paying attention to them. “Seriously, just let it all out,” he whispered, brushing her knee with his thumb.
“Fine,” Katniss said, catching his eye. “Fuck.”
Peeta squeezed her knee and grinned. “You’re damn right, fuck. Do it again.”
She had to admit it was a freeing feeling, so she tried it again with enthusiasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said. “Fuck this shit.”
Peeta laughed, and before Katniss realized what he was going to do, he leaned close and kissed her. Over his shoulder, she caught Johanna’s wolfish grin and Finnick’s wink through the break room window. Dammit. Well, fuck. Guess their secret was out of the bag.
