#and then she lied about the day she got her test/results

[thecharacterchronicler]

Snow Lands On Top (2) || Coriolanus Snow x Reader (+18)

Outline: It’s the first round of the presidential elections and Coriolanus Snow’s results aren’t as good as he hoped. Fortunately, you’re there to give him an outlet for his frustration.

Word count: 3’081

Warnings: pregnancy (TTC), marriage of convenience, very explicit ROUGH smut.

Author’s note: I wrote this as a second part to There Will Come A Ruler, since a few people asked for it. I also wanted to thank you all for all the love I received since I started posting on this page a few days ago, it means the world to me! Still blows my mind that so many people bothered reading what I wrote! ♡

(( Part 1 - There Will Come A Ruler )) - (( Part 3 - Insatiable ))

It only was your second time stepping inside the tall skyscraper that hosted your husband’s office - and headquarters. When the elevator doors opened in front of you, you instantly felt trapped, probably because the lobby was more crowded than what you expected. Even if something inside you was screaming for you to turn around and run the other way instead of losing yourself in this den of vipers, you had no choice but to do what duty required of you. You plastered a smile on your face, the one too bright and too joyful to let how miserable you really felt show, and entered the crowd, recognizing some familiar faces and greeting strangers pretending you also knew who they were. If they had been invited today to Coriolanus’s office, it meant they were important to him so you had to consider them as important to you as well.

“Hippity hoppity, there you are, little dove.” A voice sounded behind you. You heard it as clear as day despite the ambiant noise all around you, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. You turned to face who it belonged too, smiling even brighter to conceal the uneasiness you always felt around such an eccentric character.

“Volumnia Gaul, it’s good to see you again.”

“It’s been too long. But I suppose you’ve been quite busy trying to fulfill your duties.” She said, throwing a knowing glance down to your stomach.

“Of course, there’s never a dull moment since I became Coriolanus’ wife.” You smiled, in yet another attempt to conceal your lies. You had been miserable and bored during most of the year you’ve been married, and although you were good at acting by now, the way Dr Gaul stared at you made you feel like she was seeing right through you.

“You should bring her to the front, people need to see you together.” She said, looking up to someone behind you.

You felt him before seeing him, his hand finding the small of your back and his tall frame appearing next to you, your shoulder brushing against his side. You lifted your gaze up to look at your husband, but he didn’t look down at you, focusing his attention on his mentor instead, the only thing letting you know that he had noticed you was his hand pressed against your lower back.

“Of course.” He agreed, with a nod. Dr Gaul’s eyes landed on you once more, something unsettling in the way she suddenly stared at you.

“My offer to examine her still stands, if you want me to run a few tests on her and figure out why you haven’t conceived yet.”

Your blood went cold. Everybody knew how deranged Volumnia Gaul could sometimes be, she was as cruel as she was extravagant and it only seemed to get worse the older she got. She had left her place as the head gamemaker of the Hunger Games to Coriolanus and had retired from her scientific career, but she still ran bizarre experiments in her lab, for her own enjoyment… And you definitely didn’t want to be one of them.

“It won’t be necessary.” Your husband assured her, allowing you to breathe again with relief. “It’s not her fault but mine, I’ve been too busy with the games and my campaign to properly invest time into expanding our family.”

Dr Gaul was about to reply something but was cut off by the sound of the television increasing in the speakers. Coriolanus guided you in front of the large window in his office’s lobby, as everyone seemed to step out of your path.

He was smiling, handsome as ever in his dark red suit and you smiled too, pressing yourself closer to him when you noticed the cameras filming you from across the room. It must have been a perfect picture to showcase to the entire nation, a seemingly loving couple standing in front of the nicest view of the Capitol, surrounded by all their supporters as the reporters on TV were about to announce the winner of this round of the elections.

All eyes were on the television as the results appeared on the screen. You held your breath, waiting for Coriolanus’ percentage to go up but it only did a brief jump and then stopped, largely losing to his opponents. You turned to look at him, waiting for a reaction, and so did everyone else present in the room.

True to himself, he held his head high, standing even straighter as he remained stoic, not a single change of the expression on his face to betray his disappointment. But, even if you couldn’t say that you knew your husband that well, you still knew that he must have been crushed by such a bad result. He had worked so hard for this, put up such a show for the people and so did you, his defeat felt like your own.

It startled you when you felt his fingers digging into the tender flesh of your hip. He was tense, you could feel it , but he was still smiling at the crowd, gracious in defeat. He even spoke a few words, only disturbed for a brief second when he noticed the cameras packing up instead of transmitting his speech, the viewers probably more interested in hearing what the victors of this round had to say rather than listen to your husband.

Coriolanus kept his tight grip on you, as if holding you was the only thing that could keep him from snapping. Some of his supporters came to him to offer him some words of encouragement in replacement of congratulations and he handled each conversation with polite manners.

“At least if you don’t win, we get to keep you as head gamermaker.” One lady said, trying to highlight the good in the situation but Coriolanus only gave her a tight smile in return.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out but maybe it just shows you’re better at working on the Games, they’ve been delightful to watch ever since you took over.”

“At least if you don’t have to keep campaigning you can focus your efforts on the next Hunger Games and come up with a show even better than last year’s !”

The very reason of his bad ranking at the election kept being thrown to his face, people simply preferred him as a game maker, so that they could be sure to be entertained by Coriolanus’ genius ideas to make the show an annual event rather than see him becoming president and be bored in front of their television once a year. The other thing that didn’t work out for him, as you understood, was the fact that he didn’t seem as relatable to the people since he didn’t have a family to care for and protect while his opponent, Festus Creed, already had three kids with his wife Persephone. Maybe they loved each other…

Once people were done offering their sympathy, you felt Coriolanus’ warm hand leave you, your skin a bit sore from the intensity of his previous grip on you. He rushed through the crowd, even ignoring a man who tried to address him and went to his office, shutting the door behind him.

Nobody seemed to notice, nor care, that your husband had felt the need to isolate himself but you did for some reason. Maybe it was because you knew how hard it was to keep smiling and nodding at everyone when deep down you just wanted to scream and run away. In the crowd, you met Dr Gaul’s gaze who had also noticed, watching you with careful attention, as if she was waiting to judge the way you’d react.

So of course, you smiled. At her. At everyone.

You followed the same path as he did, stopping by the man who had attempted to speak to him so that he could speak to you instead and maybe ease off his vexation at being ignored by your husband. As hard as it may be to keep going once the facade of perfection crumpled, it was necessary - now even more than before - to make sure all his allies continued supporting him.

Once he seemed satisfied by the small talk you shared, you kept moving, trying to seem as relaxed and detached as you could, until you had the opportunity to slip inside the office, mostly unnoticed by the crowd still mingling in the lobby.

“Coriolanus, I…” You started but stopped yourself when you noticed all the files scattered on the ground. Your husband was leaning over his desk, his back turned to you and you could see him breathing deeply and rapidly, his shoulders moving up and down with tension.

Suddenly, he threw the remaining of what was on his desk down, with one long motion. More files flew up in the air before landing on the ground, a glass container of pens and pencils broke on the wooden floor and shattered to pieces, flying off in every direction like a tiny bomb explosion. His desk light also tumbled to the floor, making a noise you were sure others had heard too.

You had the instinct to take a step back, your hand finding the knob again in order to retreat far away from his wrath... But, when he buried his face in his hands, he suddenly felt a lot less threatening and a lot more vulnerable, making you decide to stay.

“You might have lost this time but maybe it’ll work out next time.” You told him, softly. You wanted to comfort him, as had everyone else already, but the way he dropped his hands and looked at you with a dark glare made you question your decision.

“Always so positive.”He stated, bitterly, as if he was disgusted by your hopefulness. It wasn’t often that you got to see him without a charming smile on his face and a confident posture, in fact, it was the very first time you had been able to read him so easily, his emotions on display exactly as he was feeling them.

“It’s just one set back, for now they think you are too young, too good at your job, but maybe you’ll be elected next time. Maybe it’ll be in ten years. Maybe in thirty. But you will be president.” He shook his head, a cynical smirk on his lips.

“What makes you so sure ?”

“… Because Snow lands on top.”

His eyes darkened and he launched himself at you, crossing the path between the two of you in rapid strides so that he could capture your lips in a ferocious kiss. It left you breathless for a moment, the way his mouth was covering yours with feverish kisses, his arms around your waist to pull your body against his.

It was your second real kiss. Only the second one since you considered that your marriage had been sealed not with a kiss but with a signature at the bottom of a contract.

You pressed your forehead to his, trying to create some distance between you so that you could catch your breath and attempt to have a coherent thought about what was happening but he didn’t let you, giving you one last consuming kiss before his fingers tangled with your ponytail and he pulled, hard enough to force you to your knees in front of him.

You kneeled, looking up with expectant eyes. It was his way of showing you what he needed. He wanted to be revered, to get rebels to bend the knee in front of him, to be worshiped and relived from the anger and frustration he always locked up inside himself, with no way of letting them out.

You reached for his pants, swiftly undoing them with your eyes never leaving his pale blue ones, staring at you with a silent wrath still setting his gaze ablaze. He tugged on your hair again, forcing your chin up so that he could touch your face with his other hand, forcing a thumb passed your lips. He attentively watched you as you opened up your mouth to take it in, gently sucking before releasing it with a soft bite.

You saw him smile at your compliance, even though it was ended by a bold gesture. You were the perfect mix of obedient and fiery to make him lose his mind, and you both knew it.

He reached down to the pants you had opened for him, pulling his already hard erection. You resisted the urge to look at it, remembering how big it had felt in your hand and inside you, worried that his size might change your mind about giving him what he wanted. Instead, you kept your eyes fixed to his as you opened your mouth wide, ready to welcoming him there.

His tip glided on your tongue, his length not even entirely filling your mouth when you felt it hit the back of your throat. He shuddered with pleasure, a soft curse leaving his lips, followed by the sound of your name.

You felt a jolt of electricity in your body, a strange pride warming you up at the thought of pleasing him. You ran your tongue over his tip, tasting the saltiness that was already dripping from him in anticipation of his release. He cursed again and his hand moved to the back of your head, holding you firmly in place as he began thrusting back and forth.

You tried to relax your jaw and breathe through your nose as his hard length slid on your tongue, but when his movements increased in speed and in strength, you felt him reaching deeper down your throat and you couldn’t help but gag, tears welling in your eyes in consequence. But, even though he was still very carefully looking at you, watching the way he was fucking your mouth without mercy, he didn’t stop or slow down, only attempting to have an even firmer grip on you.

Another curse word fell from his lips, betraying how close he was to finding relief but, instead of shooting his load on your tongue as you were expecting him to, he rapidly pulled himself out of your mouth, heavily panting in front of you.

You used this opportunity to catch your own breath and wipe the mascara stains under your eyes, feeling the soreness of your lips caused by the unforgiving friction he had created.

“Get up.” He demanded, which made you realize he had let go of your hair. You obeyed without hesitation, even taking a step closer to be in his reach again. He immediately took advantage of the proximity, roughly pulling your dress up above your hips and bringing his hand to your center, pulling your panties aside so that he could run a finger across your soaked folds. A satisfied grin appeared on his face, as he removed his hand and brought his finger to his lips, tasting you with a hungry gaze.

You felt your whole body buzzing with excitement, your eyes following the path of his tongue as he licked his lips, seemingly enjoying what he had just tasted. You were so ready for him, you would have begged if he asked you but he didn’t. In fact, he didn’t ask for anything, he just took whatever he wanted, the way he wanted… And at this very moment, you couldn’t have been more okay with it.

His hands came to your bare hips and flipped you over so that your back was turned to him. Then, he pushed on your lower back, silently instructing you to bend over for him, which you did.

“Hold on tight.” He advised, his voice low with lust. You looked for something to do so but only found a tall bookshelf in front of you. You still gripped the sides of it, knowing it wouldn’t help you that much but you could already feel him pulling your panties to the side again.

Without a warning, he shoved himself inside you and you welcomed him, your wetness allowing him to slide all the way in with his first thrust. You bite your lip to avoid letting out a moan, very aware of the noise and chatter still coming from right behind his office door.

He completely pulled out before slamming inside you again, burying himself as deep as he could and you loudly gasped. He adjusted your position with a hand on each of your hips, gripping you so hard it was almost painful but you understood why once he repeated his action, thrusting so hard you would have lost your balance if he wasn’t helping stabilize you.

“Come on, let me hear the lovely sounds you can make.” He requested, mercilessly repeating the same movement.

“I can’t… They’ll all hear us…” You panted, a strangled moan catching in your throat when he hit deep, exactly where you needed him to.

“Good, I want them to know I’m fucking my wife.” He breathed, clearly enjoying himself too. “Show them you are mine.”

You felt dizzy at his words. Or maybe it was from the intense pleasure building up at your core. A few more of his rough thrusts and you came undone, loudly expressing your bliss as he released himself deep inside you. You both stayed connected for a moment to catch your breath until he pulled out, adjusting your panties and pulling your dress back down before taking care of putting his spent erection away.

You turned around to face him, meeting his gaze and noticing how his eyes had softened, like they had been drained of all the emotions he kept hidden behind them at all times, a clean slate to endure the rest of the evening.

To your surprise, he leaned over to kiss you. Not with hunger this time but with a tenderness you didn’t expect, like he was grateful you had been there for him.

“Was I too rough with you ?” He asked you, in a whisper, almost as if he was ashamed to say it out loud.

“Yes.” You nodded, appreciating the concern that immediately appeared on his face but you reassured him with a smile. “And I absolutely loved it.”

He smiled back, looking at you like he was seeing you in a new light. You weren’t strangers anymore and, for the first time, you were both starting to think that your marriage wasn’t such a fatality after all.

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[loveinhawkins]

The day before Spring Break ‘84, Eddie has a panic attack so bad he stays locked in a bathroom stall long after the final bell has rung.

And it’s so stupid. It’s not like the whole thing came as a surprise to him: he saw the writing on the wall even back in December, his grades on a continual downward spiral he couldn’t shift.

But he kept on trucking cause he’s still got the mind of a five year old, apparently, hoping against hope that things would just miraculously work out.

Idiot.

He doesn’t have anything worth getting riled up over, no mistreatment to distract him—sure, if it was O’Donnell doing the honours, she might’ve been a little mean about it, but instead he’d been directed to the school receptionist who confirmed the ‘unfortunate news’ with an uninterested if pleasant smile.

She asked if he’d talked to his homeroom teacher about his predicament, and he’d promptly lied through his teeth and said yes, even though he’d rather die than do anything of the sort. Then she went on about his ‘many options’, a prospective timetable for next semester, some forms to fill in, blah, blah, blah.

“Would you want a call home?” she’d said, already reaching for the phone. “We can go through the process with—”

“No, thanks,” Eddie told her quickly. He stuffed the forms into his bag. “I’ve got—I’ll let my uncle know.”

The thought of Wayne having his day off interrupted by such news made him feel nauseous.

Fuck, Wayne. He’ll be waiting for him.

At that realisation, Eddie goes cold then hot then cold again. He stumbles, gets the stall door open eventually, shakes the jittery feeling out of his fingers.

The parking lot’s still busy—students lazily chatting, perched half in, half-out of their cars; all they’ve got to worry about is whether they’re invited to Tina’s or Josh’s or whoever-the-fuck’s—depends on whose parents have unwisely left their house empty for the week.

Eddie’s stayed so long that he’s missed the bus, so he starts the trudge home, grits his teeth at every stab of his boots cutting into his heels—the van isn’t even on his periphery yet, still many months of scraping and saving to go until it’s his.

He’s almost out the school grounds. He crosses the road entirely on autopilot, startles when he realises that he’s had to make a car do an emergency stop.

Steve Harrington waves him on with a tiny little flick of the finger, all breezy, and great, that’s all he fucking needs—Mister Cool being polite to him.

He gives a small nod of thanks before continuing his walk. Keeps his head down, eyes on the sidewalk. Doesn’t bother about whether he steps on any cracks or not; he figures his luck isn’t changing any time soon.

His palms itch. He knows it’s stupid and embarrassingly self-centred of him, but he can’t get rid the thought that everyone’s looking at him, that everyone knows somehow.

Wayne sees him coming from the porch. By the time Eddie reaches him, he’s gone inside and out, re-emerging with a can of cream soda that he cracks open and holds out with one hand.

Eddie can’t take it. He reaches for the contents of his bag, cringing inside at how the papers are already creased, he can’t even manage…

He passes the forms to Wayne. Can’t look him in the eye.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Uncle Wayne,” he says—and mortifyingly, his throat closes up, and that’s all he can get out.

There’s barely a pause before Wayne says, “Eddie. Can you look at me?” When Eddie does, he clicks his tongue quietly at whatever he must find. “Kid, you’re all right. S’not the end of the world.”

Eddie scoffs. “Damn well feels like it.”

Yup, petulant as fuck too. Why not? Might as well crash and burn.

He at least makes sure to shut the front door as apologetically as he can. There’s one singular plate in the sink that he sets about scrubbing even though it hardly needs it.

He hears Wayne come in; he’s reading still, turning the pages over thoughtfully.

Eddie keeps scrubbing.

Wayne’s probably reading the test results. Eddie doesn’t need to see to know the ones that’ll be lingered on.

He couldn’t even pass English. The one thing that was meant to be in the bag, where he could scrape a C-, and he…

What the fuck’s wrong with him? Where’s the sense in being able to write a good campaign on a whim when he can’t even…

“Eddie.” Wayne passes the cream soda can across the counter. “You keep workin’ at the sink any longer, and m’gonna start thinkin’ you’re ‘bout to give me your last will and testament.”

Eddie chuckles. Scrubs at his eyes and obligingly steps away. He picks up the can—the cold metal soothes the itch trapped in his palm.

Wayne folds the papers neatly, corner to corner.

“I’ll help you fill everything in,” he says, matter-of-fact.

“I’ll, uh. I’ll get a pen.”

But Wayne shakes his head. “Not tonight. We’ve got plans, remember?”

Eddie laughs again. ‘Got plans’, according to Wayne, means watching T.V in comfortable silence, Eddie lounging on the couch; Wayne might occasionally read out a crossword clue he’s stuck on before typically solving it on his own, and Eddie would drop off to sleep early, his last impression that of Wayne treading lightly from his armchair, turning the volume down.

It’s a comforting thought.

But he… he should be…

Wayne gives him a knowing look, waves him over to the couch.

The creak of the refrigerator door opening. Wayne’ll be starting dinner soon. Some sorta pasta, probably: it’s tradition, whenever school ends.

“Hey, Ed.”

Eddie curls up on the couch, knees to his chest. “Mm-hmm?”

“It’s fixable, all right? It ain’t a chore. You know that, right?”

Eddie smiles—he sniffles and doesn’t bother scrubbing at his eyes again when they fill up.

“Yeah, I—I know.”

The words are old, a truth he’s had to be reminded of many times; it started back when the world had ended once before, when Eddie, newly moved into Wayne’s trailer, had stammered, “I-I won’t bother you, Uncle Wayne, I swear, you won’t need to—”

And then he learnt the very first rule of the universe—save for the fact that Wayne would always, always be there to help him.

It ain’t a chore, loving you.

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[leafyaa]

The Time He Lied

"Kuni.. Are you okay?" You asked as you noticed his distant face. He had been like this for the last few days, just suddenly!

He looked tired too as you could see eyebags forming under his eyelids. He sometimes dozed off during lunch time, leaning against your shoulder as you looked worryingly at him.

"I'm.. Fine.. Don't worry about it." He spoke, it was clear he wasn't being truthful to you and you weren't going to let it slide. He was your boyfriend after all and you were supposed to care for him like a real girlfriend!

You pulled him closer towards you, locking him into your arms and burying your face into his neck.

"I know you aren't telling the truth. You can't just say you're fine while looking like this.. I know you've been feeling bad the last couple of weeks but you look worse now.. I'm worried.." You spoke softly, you almost wanted to cry. You weren't enough to console him. He needed his mom. But his mom was unavailable. She was still mourning Shogun's death.

And you too. Not as much as Kuni's mom or Kuni himself but still you thought about it every night. About how you couldn't see the signs.. How you were not being a good enough friend to her.. How you couldn't safe her..

Those thoughts of your dear friend made you cry.. Kunikuzushi felt your tears staining his skin and he turned around, removing the arms from his body.

It was time for him to comfort you and he pulled you onto his chest and laid back on his bed.

"Don't cry N/n.. I don't want you to cry.." He spoke softly and rubbed circles on your back.

"S-sorry.. I'm s-sorry.." You cried out. You felt extremely guilty. You failed your friend. You were failing your boyfriend..

"I meant it earlier. I'm really fine. I was pulling a couple of all-nighters.. That's all." He lied. But you didn't know that. He sounded so sincere, tricking you into believing he was just exhausted from studying and insufficient sleep.

When in reality the last couple of nights he snuck out to a hidden Fatui lab that was established a couple of years ago..

All night long a particular doctor tested his concoctions on his body, mixing and matching until he got his desirable result.

He still had bandages wrapped around his torso but well hidden for no one to suspect.

Not even you. He didn't want you to see that side of him. So he lied. The first time he lied to you.

Did he like lying to you? Of course not! He hated it, he despised lying to you but he couldn't involve you.

So this was the start of multiple lies.. Lies that made him shelter himself from everyone little by little...

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Notes:

First Memory Bubble!! This is set in 2046 as I've put on too of the chapter so that was back when Y/n was 15 and Kunikuzushi was 16. If you have any questions feel free to ask and maybe I can answer them (depending on if I have to reveal more than I want to).

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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[feralforfrank]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary (loosely based on jealousy, jealousy by olivia rodrigo.) rooster and you have never liked each other. or rather—you haven't admitted it you like each other. one night at the hard deck is enough to change the dynamic between you.

cw ANGSTY ANGST, unrequited love, reader comparing herself, mention of reader almost losing control of her plane, rooster being kind of an asshole to reader when they were younger. enemies to lovers (and everything that comes with it; angst, fluff, etc.) NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER.

a/n reader's callsign is swift. i dont know if im going to put it on the next part (if i make a next part hehe) so i'm explaining her callsign here. she listens to a lot of taylor swift but shes also really swift/quick in the air. ALSO, this is my first time writing for tg:m, fingers crossed people read and interact with it!

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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw was annoying, and you hated him. Yeah, you despised him. All you two have ever done is argue and (passive-aggressively) insult each other.

So, why were you red from jealousy watching him flirt with one of Nix's friends?

Okay, maybe you lied. Maybe, you have had this massive crush on Rooster since you joined the Naval Academy. He was charming, funny and intelligent, not to mention hard-working and efficient. He was four years older than you and usually hung out with the older students.

All you could do was admire him from afar. Admiration turned into liking, which later developed into something more than a crush. But you never told anyone—you'd be crazy to do so. You've never even spoken to each other.

Until one night changed everything. 

You don't remember much from the night. One of your acquaintances was throwing a party, and after a particularly hard day, you'd decided to join your friends.

You were having fun until you weren't. You hated dividing people into stereotypical categories like people did in high school, but bullies exist wherever you go. In that case, even in the Naval Academy.

The guy was drunk, and so was half of his friend group. You don't even remember what he was making fun of you because all you could focus on was him. Bradley Bradshaw was part of that friend group, and—it might've been the alcohol talking—but he was checking you out.

He'd finally noticed you.

After that party, he paid more attention to you. But not the kind of attention you wanted. It started with small jokes about your ability to fly a plane. Sometimes you'd chuckle at them, for his jokes were creative and funny.

But he didn't stop there. You quickly realised he wasn't laughing with you but at you. It hurt you, but your crush towards him didn't disappear as you'd like. It grew stronger.

So, you stopped entertaining him and his friends. You couldn't understand why he kept making jokes that turned into insults when he knew you wouldn't react to them. 

It was a stressful day for you when you finally burst. You were training in the air, and you'd gotten paired against Rooster. He was throwing passive-aggressive jabs throughout the exercise, resulting in you nearly losing control of the plane. You'd gotten off your seat so fast, yelling at him for almost getting you killed.

From that point on and forward, all you two did was argue. Argue over the smallest of things. Were you at the top of the class? Rooster beat you when the next test came around. Were you planning on going to a bar? Rooster was there to ruin your night.

It was so much worse now that you were in Top Gun. You felt the obligation to look and be better than good, not only in front of him but to the rest of the men. Women in the Navy were rare, and you'd fuck Rooster up if he'd try to ruin the reputation you fought so hard to gain.

Despite your dislike of his behaviour towards you, you could never shake off the butterflies you got when he walked into a room or the blush coating your cheek every time he addressed you by your callsign.

You just wished—just for a minute—that he could look at you differently. You didn't want his glaring or snarky comments, but the charming smile he gave everyone when he entered the Hard Deck and the attention he paid to Nix's friend—what was her name again? Maria?

"If you keep glaring at them like that, people might start getting ideas," Phoenix whispered in your ear, and you could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Just lost in thought, Nix. I'm not looking at them."

Co-comparison is killing me slowly.

Her hair was smoother and silkier than yours. You could see how healthy and shiny it looked, even across the room, whereas yours was tired from being on a tight bun all day.

Her clothes fit her amazingly. Tight shorts and a white crop top highlighted her cleavage and perfect tan. You, on the other hand, had opted for a baggier pair of shorts and a Hawaiian button shirt that Rooster had teased you for having. I know you want to be like me, baby, but this is going too far. God, you wished he would comment on it now.

I'm so sick of myself.

I'd rather be, rather be,

anyone, anyone else.

Jealousy, Jealousy.

You'd rather be anyone else at this moment. You couldn't bear to watch the pair laugh, talk and for Rooster to completely ignore your presence. You were so used to having him around you, throwing insults, commenting on your appearance and getting red when you threw snarky comments back.

I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you.

You wanted to be her. Listen to the enchanting way he spoke and watch as he moved his hands around while explaining or narrating a story. You wanted to be the centre of his attention, the reason he was smiling. The urge to punch him was still there, but the fucking fluttering in your stomach was overpowering it.

She was so beautiful—you don't even think she was trying. Her smile and her posture. The way she held her beer, how she leaned on Bradley when she laughed, or how she lightly hit his shoulder when he teased her. Everything was perfect. This Maria girl was flawless—and you hated it.

All I see is what I should be.

Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy!

All I see is what I should be.

I'm losing it. All I get's; jealousy, jealousy!

I have to stop, you think. You have to look away. The staring is getting creepy, and your self-esteem drops significantly each second that passes. Jealousy courses through your veins along with the remnants of your beer. 

You decide that's enough sulking. You came to the Hard Deck to drink and have fun with your friends. Rooster can go fuck himself. Or better yet, fuck the pretty blonde currently hanging off his arm.

"Where've you been all night, Swift?" You hear Coyote call you, as you approach the pool table.

"Here and there!" You shout over the loud chatter.

You watched as Hangman tried to get the pool ball in the socket but missed terribly, and suddenly the lightbulb above your head turned on. You had a terrible idea. The alcohol, combined with the jealous feeling running through you, gave you the push you needed to execute it.

"Hey, Hangman. Let me show you how to win this thing." You said as Fanboy shot the ball right into the socket.

You approached him, grabbing the pool stick and calling him behind you, and you set your hips at the right angle, your hands finding the right spot on the stick before calling him to come behind you. He placed his hands on yours, his body flush against yours. 

Right before you hit the ball, you look in the direction of Rooster. Maria is talking excitedly, but he's not paying attention to her. His eyes are fixated on you, and you find yourself smirking. Why are you smirking? He could have been glancing around, and you just accidentally caught his eye. That might've been the case, but the way he's glaring at the man leaning above you says otherwise. 

Is Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw...jealous?

That'll teach him for flirting with another girl.

With precise movements, the ball is inside the socket, and you both cheer, high-fiving. "Yeah! That's how you do it, baby!"

You turn to his direction again, wanting to savour his reaction but what you see is more than enough to break your heart into tiny pieces. Bradley is kissing Maria. And it's not just a peck on the lips but a full-blown make-out session in the middle of the bar. And your heart breaks, just like when you realised he was laughing at you with his friends.

Your eyes tear, and you look down to avoid anyone spotting them. You look at your watch—23:17. You blink rapidly and look up, your eyes meeting Nix's worried ones.

Nix knew. She had caught you staring at him once too many times with that disgusting lovesick look in your eyes—her words, not yours. She'd pressured you until you finally caved in and told her about your infatuation with Rooster.

She looked concerned and apologetic, but it wasn't her fault. Maria wasn't at fault either. The woman was here to have fun—your stupid feelings had nothing to do with her. It wasn't her fault she happened to be extremely attractive and flirting with the pilot you hated but also wanted to fuck. Wow—that's a discussion for another time.

"I-I'll be going now. Good luck on your game, Hangman." You smiled at Jake, but it didn't reach your ears. 

You grabbed your bag from the chair next to the pool table, responding to anyone who said goodbye to you. You were halfway to the door when Nix caught up to you.

"Are you okay?" She asks, touching your shoulder gently.

You just nod, wanting nothing more than for your bed to swallow you. But of course, you can't have that. 

"Yo, Swift! Where are you going?!" Coyote's voice is loud enough to attract unwanted attention.

You open your slightly quivering lips, smiling as much as you can. "I'm tired from beating your ass all day in training today! I'm heading home."

"You didn't look tired to me a few minutes ago."

"Are you disrespecting a woman's choice, Coyote? While inside the Hard Deck?" Phoenix calls out, and the people who've gone quiet oh at her comeback.

Your eyes unintentionally shift towards Rooster, but you immediately regret it and turn your gaze elsewhere. His arm is around Maria's waist, but he's looking your way with—is that a worried look he shoots your way? Nah, it can't be. But what if it is? I'm not looking back again.

"Hey, Penny! Coyote just disrespected a woman! Ring the bell, please!" Nix's voice brings you out of your thoughts.

The bell rings, and she nods at you. This is your perfect chance to slip out unnoticed. The crowd cheers at Coyote, and he's defeated yet smiling expression. You're out of the bar in seconds.

But your quick getaway is the reason you missed how Rooster's expression fell when you left his eyesight. Or how Maria's waist felt too cold to hold—so he let her go—and how his face twists into regret as soon as he finds Phoenix's glare fixating on him.

You missed the mumble that escaped his lips; "What have I done?"

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[natti-ice]

The Blind Date- Sirius Black.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: Hogwarts annual valentines party has a twist. A test that pairs you with the best match

Warnings: written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.6k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

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Valentine's day.

The one day of the year card and candy companies thrive. Couples around every corner, corny love songs on the radio. The perfect day to make all single people feel bad.

This year at Hogwarts they have decided to do a cupid event. Sixth and seventh years who are interested, take a test to see which student they are most compatible with. Each pair can attend the valentine's party together the following week. Most students were excited to be paired with someone, and then there was Y/N,

"Come on Y/N it'll be fun." Lily Evans said dragging her friend into the great hall

"No no, it won't" Y/N protested

"And why is that?" the redhead questioned

"Going on a blind date isn't really my style"

"Lighten up Y/N, who knows maybe you'll meet the one" James Potter chimed in as he sat down wrapping his arm around his Girlfriend Lily

"Right, maybe you won't be so lonely. Honestly, it's getting depressing." Sirius Black said strolling alongside his best friend James.

"Shut up Black, Why are you two here anyway?" Y/N asked the boys

"I came to see my Lily flower" James gushed causing Sirius and Y/N to make faces. Earlier this year James and Lily became an official couple, Ever since they've been inseparable.

"Ew. I'm here because I don't have a date this year, couldn't pick one" Sirius said shrugging

"How humble of you" Y/N said sarcasm in her voice

"Attention please students," Dumbledore announced to the great hall. Heads turned to face him faces full of wonder. "As most of you are aware, we will be hosting a Valentine's party this 14th. For all the sixth and seventh years who are interested in being paired with a date, please see Professor Flitwick for a compatibility test"

"I think it's a great opportunity to put yourself out there Y/N" Lily said wanting to get her friend out of her comfort zone.

"Fine okay I'll do it" Y/N agreed in hopes to get Lily off her back about it. She hesitantly stood up, walking over to the growing line.

She hoped that she didn't get some creep who only tries to get in her pants. Please not Gilderoy Lockhart she thought. Patiently waiting to get the test, glancing around to see all who were in line. Turning around she comes face to face with Sirius Black.

"So who do you want to get?" Sirius asks her

"anyone, I don't care" she lied

"What if you get me?" he smirked

"okay anyone BUT you" she grinned at him

"Ouch, I'll have you know I am the best date anyone could have." he said pretending to be offended

"Oh yeah I bet" she said rolling her eyes. It was her turning in line, thanking the professor as he handed her the paper. Taking it back to her table to fill out the form, pulling out a quill. Filling in the basic information, name, grade, house.

Okay, first question "what's your favorite color?" she read in her head. Easy, Y/F/C. This won't take long, she thought.

She was right, it took her about 5 minutes to fill it out. Walking back up to the table to turn in her paper.

- February 13th

The day before Valentine's Day, the results of the test come out.

Nervously a group of kids walks up to the bulletin board to see who they've been paired with. Most were happy about their partner, others were nervous, some were just confused.

Y/N saw the crowd and knew the list must've been posted. She worked her way through the swarm of people to find her name, scanning it carefully.

Y/N L/N ..... Sirius Black

You have got to be kidding me, she mentally groaned. Of all people, it had to be him. Maybe she could get it changed before he found out. Moving through the sea of people once again.

"Well, it looks like we matched after all" Sirius said leaning up against the wall with his signature smirk.

"You seem awfully happy about this" Y/N said with a questioning eye.

"I just think it's kind of funny" he replied with his hands up in defense. "You seemed so confident we wouldn't be paired" Sirius said wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Did you copy my answers or something?" She lightly knocked off his arm.

"Of course not, I never cheat on test" he said defensively

"Really?" She furrowed her eyebrows

"Okay okay maybe once or twice but not on this, I swear" He crossed his heart "don't act like this is the worst thing that ever happened to you"

"It kind of is" she said playfully

"Oh please, do you know how many girls would kill to be you" he matched her tone

"They can have you"

"But in all seriousness, do you want to go to the party with me?" Sirius asked slightly hoping she'd yes

"Well" she sighed "I did promise Lily I would go with a date so, I'll go with you." She agreed

"Fantastic! I promise I'll make it worth your while" he grinned from ear to ear sending her a wink.

"I'll see you tomorrow then" Y/N says walking off

"It's a date!" Sirius yells into the hallway knowing he'd embarrass her

- "Are you excited about tonight Y/N?" Lily asked Y/N walking out of their last class of the day

"Terribly" she replied with a straight face.

"I'm sure you'll have a great time, but you know what this means right?" The redhead said with a mischievous smile

"What?"

"Make over time!" She was ecstatic

"Yay" she faked excitement. But honestly, a makeover didn't seem THAT bad

- As the night approached, the tension in the air rose. Everyone was nervous about this big group date the school has decided to have. What if it's totally lame and they're stuck with awkward conversation for hours?

"Okay, I'm ready to see myself now" Y/N said impatiently, antsy from sitting in a chair for so long

"Alright alright, open your eyes" Lily told her friend

Opening her eyes allowing them to adjust, glancing at herself in the mirror. Lily had only done light makeup that enhanced her already beautiful face. "Wow. I look quite pretty." Y/N said admiring Lily's work

"You always look pretty Y/N" Lily spoke genuinely "Now, go get dressed the boys will be here any minute"

Doing as told,  putting on an outfit she thought was "fancy" enough for the occasion. It was a school function so, not fancy at all.

A rapping on the door in an unrhythmic beat told the girls one thing. James is here.

Lily opens up the door and is greeted by 2 slightly spiffed young men. "Greetings miss Evans, are you prepared for our gala this evening?" James said in a posh accent. Taking her hand and kissing the back of it gently, causing Lily to blush

"Gross" Sirius commented "Is Y/N here?"

"Yeah she's just getting dressed"

"Hi boys" Y/N said walking out of the bathroom. Lily and James head out first leaving Sirius and Y/N alone.

"I must say, you look very beautiful tonight." Sirius told the girl

"Thank you, Mr. Black" she said mocking his friend

" Are you ready madam?" He offered her his arm

"Certainly" accepting his gesture

- As one could expect, school parties are lame. Sappy songs couples awkwardly slow dance to. That one teacher who thinks they're one of the kids. And of course the infamous punch bowl.

"I knew it would be bad but not this bad" Sirius cringed

"Most of the paired couples didn't even show up." Y/N stated

"Do you want to get out of here?" Sirius suggested

"Gladly"

Walking out of the hall, they figured out why some of the couples didn't show up. They were in the halls, snogging.

"Looks like Hogwarts is a great matchmaker after all" Y/N stated not sure to believe it or not.

"Yeah I guess you could say that" The boy replied

Wondering the halls, discussing the uncomfortable things that were seen at that said "party". Eventually, the two make their way into the Gryffindor common room. A few younger students were scattered around probably catching up on homework, sitting on the couch not knowing what to do. Sirius came up with an idea.

"How about a game of wizards chess?" He asked

"Sure, let's play" she agreed

"Good, if I win... I get to kiss you" Sirius said calmly

"You're crazy" Y/N said dismissing the entire idea

"C'mon, afraid you'll lose?" He challenged

"Alright Black you're on. If I win you have to run around the halls in a ballerina outfit, deal?"

"Deal."

- A tough neck and neck game of chess with great concentration and skill led to one's defeat. As Y/N's pawn captures Sirius' king, victory overcame her.

"Checkmate Black, time to get your tutu"

Accepting his defeat and holding his deal of the bargain, he ran around the school acting like a ballerina. He actually kind of liked it, but you didn't hear that from me.

Y/N's stomach hurt from laughing so much. She was glad he didn't get upset with the deal, he was so lighthearted and good-natured. It was hard not to like him.

After Sirius retired his ballet flats, it was already late. This "date" had come to an end, Y/N felt a little sad but didn't know why.

"I should probably go to bed, but I had fun tonight, really" Y/N smiled

"I'm glad you did, I thoroughly enjoyed your company" he brought back the fake posh accent. "Goodnight m'lady" he bowed

"Goodnight good sir" she curtsied.

"I still can't believe you beat me at chess, who knew you were so good" Sirius laughed

"We all have our secrets" she shrugged. Standing on her tippy toes giving him a small peck on the cheek. "Goodnight Sirius"

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[m-jelly]

hello . Can i make a request for Levi x reader . She found out that she's pregnant and told Hange about it. Levi still doesn't know the news. And it turns out Levi is the last man to know it. Some chaotic fluff... Thanky. If you feel don't like doing this request it's okay 😊.. Just let me know.

I'm gonna change this a little because I feel awful for Levi being the last to know that his lover is pregnant, so I'm gonna twist it a bit with him knowing a bit last but due to a certain reason. Aka Hange not being able to contain herself.

@kenkopanda-art <3

Bad time to gossip

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, CEO Levi, fluff, romance, Dr Hange, Hange gossiping, established relationship, relationship talks.

Concept: You go to Hange to get the results of your blood test only to find out you're pregnant. You're very excited to be a mother and can't wait to tell Levi, but he's away for the day at a meeting. You don't want to tell him over the phone or by text, but in person. However, while you're planning on cutely telling Levi, Hange can't help but share the news causing the information to spread a bit like wildfire.

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You stared at Hange as she grinned at you. "Say that again."

Hange jumped to her feet. "You're pregnant!"

You welled up and gasped a little. You covered your mouth with your hands as you felt so happy. "A baby...this is amazing. Levi and I really want kids." You fumbled with your purse and yanked your phone out. "Oh, but I don't want to tell him over the phone. I think I'm gonna set something up." You jumped up. "I have to go prepare something for him when he comes back. I'll see you in a bit!"

Hange waved to you and squealed. "Baby! Levi is having a kid!" She scrambled to her phone and called up her husband. "Moblit! Levi's gonna be a dad!"

Hange talked to her man before ending the call and dialling Mike's number, she just wanted to talk to people about Levi Ackerman becoming a dad. She couldn't contain her exciting and as a result, everyone knew about the baby except Levi and a few others that were with him at the meeting.

You hurried to Levi's office and started decorating it and placed a few baby-themed presents on his desk. You clapped your hands in delight at what you'd done and turned to the door to see Eren and Mikasa. "Hello, you two."

Eren grinned. "Congratulations. I can't believe it."

You frowned. "Huh?"

Mikasa patted her belly. "You're pregnant."

You gulped hard. "How did you know? Do I look it?"

"Hange told us."

You stared at her for a while. "Hange...told you?"

Eren tugged on Mikasa's top. "We should go."

You pulled your phone out and called Hange. "Hange? Did you tell everyone I'm pregnant?"

Hange went quiet for a moment before speaking. "Oh so sorry, but I kind of did. I just...I'm sorry. I got so excited and happy...I'm really fucking sorry."

You sighed. "I was planning a surprise for Levi and it's sad he's the last to know. Can you call everyone back and tell them to pretend they don't know? This is a big deal Hange. Levi's been wanting this for a while and I wanted to make a big thing out of it. He'd want a little announcement too and this..."

"I messed up big time. I'm so damn sorry."

You sat on Levi's desk. "This is a big deal to Levi and I. It's our special moment."

"I'll make it up to you both, I swear."

You let out a long sigh. "I'll tell Levi today. Call everyone you told and tell them not to tell Levi the news, okay?"

"I'm sorry again."

You sighed. "I normally say it's okay, but I just...I...I love you Hange. You're an incredible friend to me and you mean so much to me. You've helped me out when I struggled a lot. I am upset about this, but we'll move past it in time. I know you'll help me fix this."

"I will! I swear!"

You looked up through the double open doors of Levi's office to see Levi walking closer. "I've gotta go. Levi's here. Talk soon!"

Levi kept talking to Erwin and Jean. He looked ahead and lit up when he saw you. "I've got to go gentleman, but I believe I'm needed." He smiled and hurried over to you. "My sweetness."

You jumped to your feet. "Levi."

Levi closed his double doors and locked them. He threw his blazer onto his sofa, yanked his tie down with one hand and walked fast towards you. "Sugarplum."

You squealed in delight as he hugged you tightly. "Hi, my love."

He held your hips and kissed you with a happy hum. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"You did? Good."

You giggled. "So! How was your meeting?"

He caressed your cheek as he massaged your hip. "It was like others." He dragged his lips across your cheek to your ear. "I want to focus on you. You look so sexy. I want to eat you up."

You moaned as he nipped your neck. "Levi?" You panted and shivered in delight. "Levi, I have something for you."

He pulled back. "Is it you naked on my desk?"

You hummed a laugh. "No." You turned in his arms and smiled as he held you close. "I have gifts for you."

He looked at his desk at the three presents. "Oh, you got me gifts?" He nipped your shoulder. "Thank you."

"Open!"

He released you as he chuckled. "All right." He unwrapped it and opened the box. He frowned a bit and picked up a soft blanket. "Cute."

You pushed another closer. "This one."

He opened it to reveal a soft cuddly bunny. "Adorable. What's this all about?"

You handed him the last box. "Not telling. Just open."

He laughed a bit as he opened the box. "This is fun." He gazed into the box and stared at the little baby onesie with a bunny on and small socks. He welled up as his heart fluttered. He looked up at you. "Really? Are we really having a baby?"

You nodded. "I found out today."

He put the box down and picked up the onesie. "So tiny." He hugged it. "You really are?"

"Yes."

"No joking."

You giggled. "Not joking."

He put it down and tackled you into a hug. "This is amazing! I'm so happy! We're going to have a baby." He picked you up and spun around with you. "A cute baby." He kissed you and moaned against your lips. "I love you."

"I love you so much." You nibbled your lip. "So umm..."

He frowned. "What's wrong?"

You sighed. "Don't get too mad."

He put you on your feet. "What's wrong?"

"So, you know how I said Hange got my results? Well..."

Levi stared at you. "She told everyone."

You nodded and welled up. "I'm so sorry."

He cupped your face and kissed you. "It's not your fault, okay? Hange got super excited and just exploded. I'm sure you told her off and she'll make it up to us."

"You're so calm."

"Oh, my sweetness, I am furious with her." He sighed. "But I know her and she does get very excited about things. I want to focus on us. I know you and I know you wanted to tell me in person in a cute way instead of over the phone." He kissed you and smiled. "I love how you told me." He chuckled. "I'm so happy. So, shall we go to a baby shop? I want to buy more."

You nodded and grabbed your bag. "Yes!"

He gathered his presents, blazer and bag before holding your hand. He lifted your hand and covered it in kisses. "Let's go home."

You cuddled up to him. "Yes."

He walked out to see people waiting and whispering. He sighed. "They're pretending not to know, right?"

"Yeah, Hange tired to fix this."

"Hm. I hope none of these lot go into acting."

Erwin approached you and Levi. "Hey both, so..."

Levi pulled you close. "Hange's rumour is true. I wish I knew before everyone else, but she got excited. We're heading home for the day. That okay?"

Erwin nodded. "Go right ahead. Oh, and congratulations. You're both going to be incredible parents and your child will be so beautiful."

You smiled softly. "Thank you, Erwin."

Levi bowed his head. "Thank you, godfather."

Erwin welled up. "God...I'm honoured."

You blew him a kiss. "See you soon!"

Levi yanked you close. "Kisses are for me and our baby only."

You kissed his neck. "Of course."

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[15minlatewithbatbucks]

untitled janet/talia, Bruce's bio kid Tim AU -> no choice but to love you pt. 4

FIRST | SECOND | THIRD | FOURTH | FIFTH | SIXTH | SEVENTH | EIGHTH | NINTH | TENTH | ELEVENTH | TWELFTH | THIRTEENTH

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“This is outrageous.”

Bruce sighed, head propped up on a fist and still looking through the results of his last hour or so of intensive research. He felt more than he heard Talia move behind him and begin threading sharp nails through his hair soothingly. He might be tempting to take the comfort at face value, but knew she was likely only reading over his shoulder again.

Bruce hadn’t handed Janet’s little gifts off to any of his people. He could do it himself, after all, and something about her story had rang true enough that Bruce wanted to initially limit the number of people that knew. He couldn’t justify not telling Talia, however, and had called her on his way down to one of the labs on the lower floor.

Talia dealt with things best after she got her initial gut reaction out of the way and could be logical about the whole thing.

She strolled into WE even before the rapid DNA test was finished, not a hair out of place. She sat with him until the results came back confirming that the owner of the provided DNA sample was definitely the biological child of Bruce Wayne. And then she started pacing while Bruce got to work.

For her benefit, he clicked over to the basic background he’d run on Janet Drake. Talia sniffed derisively at the attached photo, the one she’d provided for her passport.

“You really laid with her, beloved?” she asked, voice appropriately morose.

Bruce didn’t believe it for a second. “What, like you wouldn’t have?”

“You are avoiding the question,” she said, similarly avoiding the question. “Why her?”

“We weren’t together at the time. I was traveling without Dick or Alfred and ended up in Cypress for a few days. I witnessed her get off the phone and throw her wedding band into the pool and offered to buy her a drink,” he explained and shrugged. “We were both from Gotham and homesick. I asked, but birth control can fail.”

“Or she lied.”

“She didn’t.” Bruce began pulling up medical files for Talia to peruse. Her hair dragged across his neck as she leaned in to see better and he couldn’t resist tilting his head to rest against her. “I pulled her medical files. She had an IUD at the time of conception and had to fly back to Gotham to have it removed. He ordered bed rest and even so the chance of a miscarriage was so high that she was warned not to name the- the fetus.”

“The baby,” Talia corrected for him. “Your baby.”

Wordlessly, Bruce straightened and pulled up a picture of little Timothy Jackson Drake. Unlike most heirs of Gotham’s elite, pictures of the boy were few and far between on social media or in the press. So, naturally, Bruce hacked into Janet’s cloud in hopes of finding more.

He did, but not by much. Travel logs put the Drakes out of the country for a good chunk of the year and only a very broken trail of nannies left to mind the little boy while his parents were off globetrotting. Only their housekeeper had been with the family for more than a year.

And they wanted another, Bruce thought despairingly.

“He looks like you,” Talia said, an almost sad twist to her mouth making Bruce want to lean in and kiss it away. “Exactly like you. Jack Drake must be a fool.”

“I was bigger at his age,” Bruce said carelessly, carefully spinning around to face her. She let him take her hands and look hard into her eyes. “Listen to me. This doesn’t change the love I have for you or Damian. This was an accident, yes, but there’s no reason being angry with Janet or Tim.”

Talia’s own piercing green eyes searched his face while he tried to work against his training and remain open and honest. He owed her transparency. He owed her the world for sacrificing her entire life when she abandoned her family and the League.

“What does this Janet want with us?” she asked after a long moment, taking her hands back from Bruce. She instead wrapped them comfortably around her baby bump.

“She said that Tim’s parentage came into question when she and Jack tried for another baby.” And because if he could be petty with anyone, he could be petty with Talia, he added, “Because I guess having a child fixed their marriage so well in the first place.”

Talia’s eyes strayed back to the screen where Tim’s picture was still prominently displayed. “He does not look like a miracle worker, but I suppose I will have to reserve my judgments until I meet the boy at least. I notice that he does not, in fact, have any siblings.”

“Jack’s infertile,” he said. “Or close enough. When he found out, he ordered a paternity test and filed for divorce the next day.”

“Quick. Efficient.”

“Janet tells me that he’s the one that wanted children and that she doubts her ability to care for Tim on her own.”

“He means to leave her destitute?” Talia asked, leaning over Bruce to click back to his profile on Janet. She scrolled through to look for other pictures, faculty IDs and visa photos and whatnot. “She’s attractive enough. She may join my harem if she so chooses.”

“But it was a problem when I slept with her,” Bruce complained. Talia flashed him a dangerous grin. “No, the divorce proceedings do seem fair to her. I think that it’s more that she doubts herself as a mother. I think she fears what damage she could do to him as a single mother that didn’t want a child in the first place.”

“She knows of your other rescues and seeks to leave him on your doorstep, then.”

“Talia,” he growled. She patted his cheek condescending.

“Relax, beloved. Jason was the one to label himself as such and Richard already loathes me,” she said. “I mean them no ill will.”

“He doesn’t loathe you.”

“He does and it works for us.” She gave an elegant shrug. “And what of Jason? You’ve only just acclimated him to our lifestyle and now you mean to add another right before Damian arrives.”

“I’ll talk to him tonight before patrol,” Bruce promised. “Jason likes other kids and it isn’t like Tim is moving in tomorrow. Janet and Tim are still living with Jack for now. With any luck, we can figure out a joint custody agreement that works for everyone. In the future Janet wants to give me primary custody, yes, but she wants to be a part of Tim’s life.”

“So we will be co-parenting with this woman,” Talia sighed dramatically and Bruce very lovingly didn’t point out that five minutes ago she had been inviting “this woman” into her harem. “While you no doubt ply her support at every opportunity. I implore you to wear a condom this time, beloved.”

Bruce straightened in his chair in indignation.

“You impregnated her through an IUD last time,” she continued. “Who knows what you could do with the woman if she’s not using birth control this time.”

Bruce, very lovingly, did point out her hypocrisy now. “Talia, you were just inviting her into your harem. I feel like you’re projecting.”

“I would never turn a straight women even if they were truly beautiful. If they are happy settling, who am I to take that from them?”

“I don’t know for sure how Janet identifies, but I can say for sure that she’s slept with at least one woman,” he said. Talia looked delighted. “Apparently she was out of the running for paternity pretty soon, though.”

“I can work with that,” she declared and gently lowered herself to his lap. He took her added weight effortlessly, wrapping his arms around her to secure their precious cargo. She kissed him, long and sweet. Against his lips, she whispered, “I am angry. I know you do not place much value on blood ties, but I…”

“I know,” he whispered back, pressing his forehead against hers. “But thank you for trying.”

“I am,” she said. She tried to breathe through the lump forming in her throat, but pressed together like they were, Bruce must have known. “I do try. It doesn’t come easy for me, but I try.”

“You make the choice to be here with me every day. You’re working so hard and I see it, Talia, I do.”

She had no words for that, so she just curled against him as best she could with little Damian between them. Not the first of Bruce’s blood sons anymore, but the first of hers and cherished all the more for it.

#tim drake #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #janet drake #my writing tag #janet doesn't know yet but talia is already planning to make janet her little meow meow #bruce is the exception but talia strikes me as mostly a lesbian #fic: no choice but to love you

[yapmayavallami]

Husband Why Do You Hate Me?

(Bakugou katsuki x reader)

Warnings: fighting, pregnancy, cheating, bakugou is a complete shit, Unhappy marriage, postpartum depression

You and Katsuki weren't married.

You were just two strangers who hurt each other.

You tried to love Katsuki, but he wouldn't let you. There was only one woman in his heart

You never found out about that other woman.

Why did she seek love from him when you were there?

What did she give him that you didn't?

Katsuki came home late every day. Sometimes he even forgot you were home. All he thought about was the other woman and only her.

Every night you thought about how to save your marriage. What should you have done?

All these thoughts were burning your brain. How would you save your marriage?

How would you eliminate the other woman?

But you could never get rid of the other woman. You just watched her take your husband away.

You couldn't do anything else.

Your family Your friends would always ask when you were going to have children. Just put on a fake smile and say you don't have time for children

But suddenly you had an idea.

Maybe if you had a child with him, he'd come back to you.

The idea made sense at first, but then it seemed crazy. But you didn't stop.

You gathered your courage and decided to talk to the katsuki.

He had arrived late again and was drunk.

"Katsuki," you called in your weak voice.

He squinted his eyes and looked at you

"What's up, bitch?" He made fun of you.

You were scared, but it was the only way to save your marriage.

"I want a child with you!" Katsuki was surprised by your confession.

He grinned, "If you want it so badly, bitch, I'll make sure I implant your child in your womb."

You slept with him.

You slept with him because you loved him.

But he...

He was just using you to get over her.

A few weeks later you started to get signs of pregnancy. That was good news. You went to a pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test right away.

When you take the test.

When you take the test in your hand to see the result.

You saw the double line,

You were pregnant

You were so excited to tell Katsuki.That day you called Katsuki before he got home from work and told him to come early. Even though she didn't give a shit about you, you tried not to let it get you down. You made the most delicious food you could. The only thing missing was katsuki.

You waited for him for hours.But he didn't come.

How many times did you call her, how many times did you text her? You didn't remember. Your eyes were only on the door. You could hardly stop yourself from crying.

Suddenly the door opened and it was katsuki "I had some important business to take care of. I was late" he lied

He went to the other woman again

"I waited for you for hours. Is that your only excuse?" you shouted. He looked at you. "Is there a reason why I came here early?" He didn't even say "home". You were so angry, "I'm pregnant!" "What the fuck are you?" This time you calmed down a bit and said "I'm pregnant". "Whose child is it?"

Whose child is it

Was what he said true?

You were going crazy. How could he accuse you of such a thing. You didn't cheat on him.At first you couldn't say anything. You were just silent, but then you started talking. "I didn't cheat on you. I swear to God this child is yours."

He just said, "Okay, fine," as he walked into the bedroom. All your preparations were in vain. He would never love you as much as he loved her.

Months had passed and you held your daughter in your arms.

Megumi bakugou

Your daughter had hair like katsuki, she looked a lot like him.

But Megumi didn't save your marriage. Katsuki even came to her birth. Things had gotten to a point we never thought possible. Why didn't this child save your marriage or did he have a child with the other woman?

What kind of mother were you? You didn't even care about her. Katsuki realized after a while that you didn't care about Megumi.

I was angry with Megumi for not saving your marriage. You didn't want to feed her. you didn't want she.

Just as you were coming out of the bathroom, he grabbed your arm. Megumi was on your lap and she was angry again. "What's wrong?" you said. "What happened? What kind of a mother are you? I've been feeding our daughter supplementary food for two weeks and she's only eight months old. Why did you give birth if you couldn't take care of her"

He was right, but we didn't want to hear him. "Fuck off."

"If you really want me to go, I'll go fine, but I'll never leave Megumi with you."

Katsuki quickly dressed Megumi. You just stood there, your voice shaking, "Where are you going?" Katsuki answered immediately.

"To the woman who should have been Megumi's mother!"

"You can't take my daughter to that woman! I won't let her! She's my daughter, not hers!"

Who asked your permission, bitch? Do you think I'm an idiot? If you weren't a shitty mother, your daughter would be with you right now." As you prepared to walk out the door, you begged her "Katsuki, I will never neglect Megumi again. I'm sorry, please don't take Megumi to that woman."

He didn't even listen to you, he slammed the door hard in your face. The cold wind that blew with the closing of the door hit your skin.

You lost your daughter because of your stupidity.

All because you were jealous of the other woman.

Maybe Katsuki was right, she could take better care of Megumi than you. She could have loved her more than you.

Maybe you were the other woman, you destroyed their happy family.

You were just jealous.

can't find a headconos topic😰

#cheater!bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #cheating #katsuki bakugo mha #postpartum #tw depressing stuff #tw cheating #x reader #regret #bakugou x you #anime #mha fanfiction #headconon #fight #my hero academia #anime aesthetic #Spotify #yapmayavallami

[smoooothoperator]

WE NEED PIERRE AND ANNELISE PREGNANT!!!

Can you write something about them finding out they are pregnant with their first baby boy? 🥺🥺

Pleaaaaase 🥹🥹🥹🥹

It was three years after they got together officially and one after they got married.

They didn't talk about it, about having kids, but it was too obvious since the first time she spent holidays with his family. The way both of them took care of Pierre's nephew without complaining was a silent statement of what they wanted.

At their wedding many people asked them about kids, about their future. Her career is on the best moment ever, having a long term contract with Marvel, a role on the upcoming Avatar movies and other small movies, and Pierre was happy working on Alpine. So they never thought about it, never tried for it.

It was summer of 2026. They went to The Maldives, enjoying she had a long break of recording and he was on the summer break, so they could make their official honeymoon. They shared nights of passion, making love on every corner of the luxurious house, not caring about anything.

Secretly, both of them wanted to make it, they wanted a baby. She talked with her doctor a month before the trip and got out of the pill, and he went to the doctor to do some tests, making sure everything was alright. They wanted it, and they felt it was the right moment.

"Pierre" she whisper, turning around on the bed and looking at him. "I have to tell you something"

He opened his eyes slowly and yawned, looking at her and wrapping his arm around her waist.

"What is it, Lis?" he whispered, playing with the golden wedding ring on her finger.

"I... I did something" she sighed. She can't keep it secret anymore. "I stopped taking the pill"

Pierre sat straight, looking down at her. She stopped taking the pills. They have been making love without protection.

"W-what?" He mumbled.

"I wanted to try" she whisper nervous. "I... I want a baby. But I could never find a way to telling you! I'm sorry if I made a mistake..."

"I want it too" he said. "I really want a baby with you. But... God, Lis. Why you didn't told me?"

"I don't know!" she sighed.

"Well... I went to the doctor too" he confessed, laying on the bed with his upper body on top of her, kissing her cheek. "If we didn't made a baby this last days we should keep going, hm?"

She looked up at him and smiled wide, kissing him.

They forgot about it, not really wanting to try hard. They just kept it natural, checking if everything was alright, sometimes taking tests when she felt nauseous, but not a single positive yet.

It was just two months of them knowing they wanted a baby, when she started to feel bad. Not morning sickness, but feeling weak and nauseous everytime she smelled something. They weren't connecting the dots, not thinking that maybe they were pregnant. But she just got excited when she checked her schedule and saw that it two months she didn't noted that she had her period.

"Pierre?" she called him, making him show his head on the door frame of their room. "I think I want to try a test again"

It became one of their favorite moments, but at the same time the least ones. Both of them cuddling on the bed while waiting to the result.

She took a deep breath, grabbing two boxes from under the sink and looking at them, peeing on it. After that she just went to the bed and leaned on Pierre, leaving the sticks on the bed upside down.

"If it's not positive is okay, yeah?" he whispered on her ear. "We will keep trying"

"But I'm tired, Pierre" she sighed.

When the alarm on his phone turned on he sighed, grabbing the stickers and looking at them, then at Annelise.

"You want me to watch first?" he asked kissing her temple.

She nodded and sighed, biting her nails nervous. Pierre looked at the small screen of it, a smile getting bigger when he read 'Pregnant' on both sticks.

"Really?" she gasped when she saw him nod. "Oh my god!"

Pierre laughed dando hug her, staying on top of her while his kisses travelled down to her stomach.

"Hello my baby" he whispered with haolg tears in his eyes. "I'm your dad"

#f1 #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 drabble #formula 1 x reader #pierre gasly #pierre gasly blurb #pierre gasly x reader

[coraniaid]

Giles: Drugs Buffy, repeatedly, lies to her about her loss of powers over the course of several days, plans to send her to fight a vampire while in this weakened state and probably die in a test he explicitly doesn't believe has any redeeming value, and does so entirely of sound mind simply because his employers told him to. Only tells her the truth when he thinks the test is no longer valid, shocked to be fired anyway. Buffy is very angry at him for doing this ("You bastard ... all this time you saw what it was doing to me and you didn't say a word ... if you touch me, I'll kill you.")

The fandom: wow, poor Giles got fired by the Council for being a good dad :(.

Joyce: invites herself along on patrol because she's trying to understand her daughter better (foolishly not realizing that accompanying Buffy while she fights vampires is very dangerous and a bad idea, which is why only Faith and Kendra and Angel have done it before this episode ... oh, and Giles and Xander and Willow and Cordelia and Oz and Billy Fordham and Owen Thurman too, and why the season definitely won't end with Buffy encouraging all her classmates to arm themselves and fight vampires). As a result, she gets mind-controlled by a demon (a demon who has been doing this to people across the world for centuries and who also mind-controls most of the other parents of the town) and, while mind-controlled, tries to burn Buffy at the stake. Buffy recognizes that this is not normal behaviour for her and that she is not in control of herself ("Mom, you don't want this ... You love me. You're not going to be able to live with yourself if you do this.") and never blames her for it afterwards.

The fandom: wow, this episode proves yet again that Joyce is a bad mom, it is so out of character that after she dies the show tries to pretend Buffy liked her or looked up to her at all.

#btvs #I mean yeah the show kind of hates women over the age of 23 #I think the fate of Jenny and Joyce and Gwendolyn Post and Maggie Walsh makes that clear enough #(and arguably Anya too) #but sometimes the misogyny is coming from inside the fandom #if you insist of reading Buffy's friends as sympthetically as possible and handwaving away the times they treat her terribly #and on reading the adult men in Buffy's life as sympathetically as possible and on handwaving away the times they treat her terribly #but find yourself unable to do the same for Buffy's mother ... I don't really think that's fundamentally an issue with the show

[1-800-imagines]

sick | bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw

rooster masterlist

“ace. go to medical. now.” your admiral ordered you. you were in the middle of your top gun flight school and had passed out like an idiot during your run.

admittedly you did have a sore throat and felt like shit but you were determined never to miss a day.

“but sir,” you protested, getting up from sitting on the ground.

“no. you’ll get the whole team sick. go.” you swore under your breathe and started towards medical.

“rooster, go with her so she doesn’t fall again.” you heard as you were walking away.

rooster caught up to you, “what happened to you, kiddo?”

rooster was a few years older than you and always called you kiddo as a result. even though you were sleeping with him.

“i don’t know. i feel fine.” you lied and continued to walk ahead of him.

“that’s bullshit if i’ve ever heard it.” he laughed, “sitting out a day isn’t going to be the end of the world.”

“maybe for you, mr. perfect.” you rolled your eyes and walked into the medical room.

“hi lieutenant y/l/n, how can i help you?” the nurse asked.

you sighed and spoke, “i’m fine. i shouldn’t even be here.”

“no she’s not. she passed out while running laps.” rooster spoke up and you scowled at him.

“shouldn’t you be getting back to class?” you said lowly.

“gotta make sure the princess is okay.” he smirked.

you rolled your eyes and sat on an exam table, “fine. i’ll stay here. go back to class. can’t have two of their star students missing.”

rooster chuckled, “don’t let her leave without me. i’ll take her home.” rooster said to the nurse who nodded.

“unbelievable.” you shook your head, “i’m a grown woman, i can take myself home.”

“i’d agree with that normally but since you fainted, it isn’t safe for you to drive till we know why you fainted.” the nurse said softly.

“fine. i will text you as soon as i’m released.” you said, looking at rooster.

he nodded in approval and headed out to walk back to class.

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after 30 minutes of tests, the nurse concluded that you had strep throat and were to be at home for 24 hours until the antibiotics kicked in.

rooster was at the front driveway with his jeep about 3 minutes after you texted. when you got in his passenger side you looked at him. he smiled at you, “i’m gonna stay with you tonight. take care of my girl.”

you ignored the my girl comment and continued, “i have strep. i’m going to get you sick.”

“worth it. then you can be my hot, sexy nurse.”

you snorted, “in your fuckin dreams, bradshaw.” you couldn’t help but smile. “fine, i guess you can stay, but no complaining when you get sick.”

he put up his hand, “scouts honor, sweetheart.” and with that the two of you headed to your apartment.

when you got inside, you went straight to your bed and laid down. “man you really do feel sick.” he said.

you rolled your eyes, “no shit.” you were more irritable from the pain you were in.

rooster just smiled lightly and walked out of the bedroom. he returned less than 5 minutes later carrying water, a snack, an extra blanket, and your medicine.

you looked up and half smiled. “eat and take your medicine.” he said.

“is that an order, sir?” you grinned.

he rolled his eyes and sat next to you, “yes.” he leaned over and kissed you softly.

you kissed back not realizing that you shouldn’t kiss him because of the strep, “shit. now you’re for sure gonna get sick.”

“worth it. i’ll get to stay home an extra day with you.”

“you’re so obsessed with me, bradshaw.” you giggled and laid back down after taking your meds.

“and if i am?”

“then you’re stuck with me forever.”

#rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #rooster imagine #rooster fanfic #rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagines #rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick imagine #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun #rooster x ace

[beesinspades]

I'm 3 months and 2 weeks on T now and I'm sooooo happy with it :D the first two months and then some were SLOW, so much so if it wasn't for one thing and the (temporary) side effects of the hormonal mess, I would've thought it wasn't working lol

but over the past month I've started really seeing changes!!

my voice started dropping, I can hear a difference with my voice pre-t!

I'm already growing facial hair on my neck and chin. at this rate I'll hopefully be one of the lucky ones with something decent before the end of my first year on T hehe

my belly is getting hairier

I think my face shape has started to change but that's harder to tell

so yeah I'm really happy because so far I'm getting nice changes and I haven't been plagued with being hungry, hot and horny. no mood changes either or anything. I don't feel any different from before T besides feeling more confident in my appearance. and I still have some palpitations when I lie down to go to bed in the evening and still in bed in the morning but I saw a cardiologist with echography and EKG and I'm good so it's likely the hormones. it was much worse before my third shot when we increased the dose.

also I don't know if it's related but before T I would get really nauseous (at the base of the neck rather than the stomach, idk how to explain it) at least once every three weeks or so, most of the time when I woke up in the morning and then it went away once I got up and went about my day. a week or so after I started T it got worse as in it started happening more frequently, at night too, and sometimes lasted throughout the day. then towards the end of the sixth week, before my third shot, it got so bad for like five days I thought I was gonna die hahaha but same as the palpitations improving, we did the third shot at full dose instead of half and the nausea disappeared. I haven't had a single instance of it since. so?¿?¿??? (both these things were already there before but probably made worse by a medication I started taking a little after going on T though. I stopped taking it as well)

I'm a liiittle anxious because "oh my god what if I'm doing a mistake" but I'm really looking forward to the next few months!!!

anyways, I did two shots by myself so far, the first one went perfectly well and the second one I felt like passing out but it was likely because I did it in the morning right out of my hot shower sjdkln I lied down for 20 minutes and then felt fine again.

also I got the results of my check-up blood test yesterday and my T levels have very nicely increased (I'm at like 55) and everything else is normal :3

but also WELP because besides my sister my family doesn't know. my mother hasn't called me in a month so odds that she'll notice something next time she calls me are not nonexistent and it's Not going to go well and I'm wholly unprepared for that conversation

next week I'm having lunch with my godmother whom I last saw on the day I started T, so that should be interesting too....she's always been supportive and nonjudgmental (to my face at least hahaha) but also given that she believes in the woke agenda I have no idea if HRT is going too far for her. wait and see :')

as for my dad, I'm frankly starting to wonder if he's just pretending not to have noticed anything. the voice I can get because he talks to me everyday so without a direct comparison it's not impossible that he hasn't noticed. but the facial hair??? I have way more than before and it's surprising he hasn't commented on it. anyway. either way the moment my mother knows he's probably gonna be made aware too.

anyway. excitement but also Fear

#beelio talks #also got a 24h EKG planned this month to be 100% sure but the cardiologist wasn't concerned at all #whoops this got long sorry

[lesbesapphic]

hiii!! what abt a drabble for the goldrush au where r is a secret party animal and attends college parties. maybe she gets drunk and texts wandanat and they show up and find r and other people playing truth or dare. wandanat watch from afar as r gets dared to do smt like body shots with some guy who is clearly hitting on her

Heyy!

I wrote it once and it got deleted and then i had to write all over again. It sucked but i tried to put as much as efforts i did the first time. Hope you enjoy.

Even though i don't see reader ever getting into a situation like that with someone conciously. I still tried my best.

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Jealousy Jealousy

A Gold Rush drabble.

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Wanda and Natasha were aware of you partying in college and even they didn't like the idea, they never really expressed it and always supported you in what you did, believing that partying was an essential part of your college days and that you should enjoy the experience while it lasts.

But they were still strict about your routine, as much as they let you have your fun, they still expected you to be serious about your studies. One time you attended a party a day before your test, needless to say when Wanda saw the result and heard about the partying, you found yourself in her office, bend over the desk with your ass red from the spanking you had received, a blubbering mess as you begged for forgiveness and mercy.

As much as you find it annoying to report back to them, it was something you three had discussed and it was something only you had suggested, knowing how you often seemed to go on for days being unproductive and sometimes had a self destructive tendencies which you wanted to let go. They were more than willing to help you improve yourself. Completely out of love and care for you. Even though at times you rebelled or get in trouble, you knew that they would never misuse their power on you. They took care of you through a reward and punishment system which worked the best for you.

Wanda and Natasha were aware that you partied alot but didn't think it was to the extent where you will become a party animal. They didn't intrude too much as long as you were doing good in your academic as well as social life and ofcourse staying away from the drugs. As they didn't want to let their own biases direct your movements. Infact they would give you a little too much freedom to do as you please with parties as they always remain cautious of not letting their biases guide you.

Maybe it was the reason they found themselves attending a drunken call from you. You were drunk and high as you called them, it was a big party with a lot of drugs, Natasha had knew about it and though she believed you were responsible enough, she knew that you tend to do stuff in peer pressure. She had asked if you would go and you lied to her. Half lied. You weren't planning to go if your friends wouldnt go.

When you told them how much you missed them and wanted to be there with them, even asking them to come pick you up in your drunken rambling. Natasha had asked if there was anyone with you, you had replied that your friend left early and you don't have a ride. Instantly Wanda got worried, not trusting a cab driver to drive you home.

She asked Natasha to just go together to pick you up, afraid you might do something that you would regret later. Natasha though cautious agreed eventually and they left to pick you up. Wanda getting upset at the fact that you would party on a weekday. mentally deciding to change the rules a little bit so this behaviour of yours would stop. Natasha placed her hand on her thigh to calm her down to the ride where you were.

When they got there, the scene there surprised them. They found you playing some silly game of truth and dare and as they watched from far, preparing to take body shots from a guy who was clearly being extra touchy , clearly hitting on you as people around you hoot and cheered you on.

They could clearly see you completely drunk and before Wanda could take any action, it was Natasha who got in between the group, grabbing you by your arm as she dragged you outside. People started booing and the guy instantly grabbed your hand, asking Natasha who she think she was.. It only took one hard glare from Natasha and a glance toward your hand that he had grabbed. He instantly let go, backing off, muttering away how his time was wasted flirting with you all night. Natasha heard it and even though she wanted to do something she refrained knowing it wouldn't be wise and it wasn't her place , you would explain later. In your drunken state you could hardly see the anger or disappointment on their faces as you got extremely happy seeing them.

Excitedly telling them how much you missed them. Instantly clinging to Wanda when she came to sit in the backseat with you to make sure you won't get hurt. Wanda even though was seething in jealousy she couldn't help but give you a smile, listening to your drunken rambles, running her hand through your hair. Natasha though wasn't as easily comforted, her hand gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove. Wanda wanted to say something but didn't, letting her cool off on her own.

You were completely unaware of the turmoil going on until the next morning when you woke up with a pounding headache and a clearly disappointed Natasha working on her laptop sitting on the bed next to you. Wanda had gone to work and Natasha had decided to work from home to take care of you. "Fuck..my head." You groaned and Natasha handed you the medicine without a word, events of last night dawned on you when you tried to think why she was so upset with you.

Your stomach unsettled at the punishments you are going to receive not only from Natasha but Wanda. You shivered at the thought of the brunette being mad at you. You instantly apologised and Natasha assessed you before asking you what you were even sorry about. You started explaining and dread filled your stomach at the look of disapproval on her face.

"We will discuss your punishment when Wanda gets home." Natasha told you after you finished and it was enough to ruin your morning, you always hated pending punishments, the anticipation of a punishment was a punishment in itself and it was a torture they were aware of as well. Hence it was used occasionally. Though Natasha tried to be there for you, helping you with breakfast and kissing your forehead every once in a while as a reminder that you were still loved and everyone makes mistakes.

It wasn't until Wanda returned that things got more serious, needless to say the night was one of the longest night with them. From discussing the rules to dishing out your punishment to the aftercare. It was all exhausting but a part of you were almost didn't regret what happened, the jealousy filled sex was too good.

Wanda and Natasha were almost feral in expressing their needs to mark you over, you had marks all over your body. Love bites covering your breast, thighs, chest and the neck. Oh your neck was beyond repair. They both spent such time on your neck, you were completely unaware of the reason until the next morning when you met Philip and his eyes hardened at marks on your neck which Wanda didn't allow you to cover and had told you to just keep your hair down knowing it did a half ass job at covering the marks. You hated to admit but you were so aroused by their jealous self, it was almost they were completely different.

The sex too was almost about proving something, reminding you of who you belong to. Orgasm after orgasm as they tell you that no one but them knew how to please you, how to take care of you. You loved Natasha and Wanda but jealous Natasha and Wanda were a complete different deal. Even though you knew you wouldn't be able to handle their jealousy everyday but occasionally it wouldn't hurt.

You thought to yourself as you walked to the next class, a giddy smile to your face as you pushed your hair to the front covering most of your neck. A part of you already planning to rile them up again next month until your ass hit the chair, wincing and quickly standing up. Your ass was bruised. Wanda didn't hold back this time.

Maybe not next month then, you thought as you settled into your chair slowly, finding a position where it didn't hurt that much.

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Hope you enjoyed! 💖

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[the-blue-marshmallow]

Wolfstar hand kisses

Here I am again with the worms. Enjoy this thing, whatever this is.

Also, a little competition(?). There is a certain typo in the text that is very much intentiomal and is a result of me and bestie being sleep deprived at like three in the morning. Those, who will find it and comment, get my eternal love (and a cookie).

Remus Lupin would like to call himself a reasonable man. He would also say he had immaculate control of himself, considering his many years spent dealing with his unfortunate lycanthropy. Remus rarely got distracted from his goals, he also wasn't too quick to anger. The teen was usually the brains of their pranks, quick to make up lies to cover their mischief. But so help him god almighty, he would lose his mind tonight.

Sirius Black, the inarguably most desired man of their year, was currently laying on Remus’s bed and twirling his wand between his long and thin fingers. He was reading his herbology book, probably studying for the upcoming test that loomed over the Marauders’ heads.

-Hey, Remy? - his voice was an innocent sing song as the teen pulled Remus’ attention to him. The taller man hummed in response. - Did you know that Asphodel is part of the lily family?

of course he knew. He was already done studying for their test, so it would be obvious to him. That, however, didn’t mean Sirius needed to know that.

-Oh, really? That’s interesting. - Ouch. He sounded tired, more than usually. It was only a few days after the last full moon and his voice was still hoarse.

-Yeah, I know. We should give Lily Asphodels for her next birthday. Maybe she could dry them and use them in her potions. - Sirius’ eyes twinkled prettily in the warm light of their room and for a moment Remus forgot how to make air move into his lungs.

Remus smiled at his dear boyfriend with a gentle look in his eyes.

-Why not. Just remember to order them a couple days before so we won't have to steal them from the greenhouse, okay? 

Sirius only nodded with that wide grin he got when he was excited about something and went back to his textbook. He started twirling his wand between his long fingers again. A shiny ring that Remus has never seen before catches his attention.

-Is this one new? - he wrapped his fingers around Sirius’ own and pulled his hand closer. Sirius dropped the wand on the bed and scooted closer, resting his chin in his palm.

-Yup. Pandora made it. She found the rock last Saturday when we went to the lake for a picnic, remember? - Sirius sounded awfully proud of the shiny ring. That wasn't an unusual thing for him. He loved showing off the things his friends made for him or gave him. Sometimes he reminded Remus of a bird, making a little nest on his bed. He would pile all of the shiny things in a very specific spot that would be the same without fail every time it was stocktaking time. He would pull Remus next to the bed and show him every single rock, ring, piece of glass or can tab. Sirius was very fond of stealing the tabs on the cans his friends had. Sometimes he would be so quick with it they wouldn't even notice when he took them. 

-Mhm, i do.

Remus gently took the ring off and looked it over, observing every detail. He put it on the bed with the most gentle move he could muster through the shaking of his hands. 

He slowly removed every ring from Sirius’ pretty fingers and put them in that spot. He rubbed the spots they revealed. Sirius’ skin was so much softer than his. Where Sirius was all soft lines and thin skin that was awfully smooth (probably from the cherry hand cream he was fond of so much), Remus was rough skin and scars. His hands were bigger, sturdier, more square. Remus’ skin was covered in tiny scratches and scars almost constantly. Sirius would say it was his anemia, Remus would every time try to convince him it was actually just bad luck. Sirius’ fingernails were perfectly manicured almonds with trimmed cuticles and sometimes even a shimmering nail polish. Remus’ nails were more square and rarely kept in a state that maybe stood next to presentable (it was usually when Sirius insisted on doing his nails with him. Remus liked it very much. He would disappear you quicker than James catches a snitch if you ever told anyone that.). 

When all the rings from Sirius’ fingers were securely laying in their little spot on his bed (why Sirius always demanded to do the showcasing on Remus’ bed was lost to him (he learned a long time ago to not think about Sirius’ life decisions)) he pulled his hand closer to his face.

-Your hands are really pretty.

Remus’ voice was a soft rumble as he turned his hand this and that way, observing his skin. Sirius smiled and his expression melted instantly. Damn that observant bastard. Maybe Sirius played dumb most of his life to get people to do things for him, but he was far from stupid. He had two perfectly working (and looking) eyes and he knew how to use them. Right now those eyes told him that the cold of the early autumn night got to Remus and his bones were aching. He would probably have to take out his cane soon.

-Are they? - Sirius cooed at him softly. He let Remus have this moment and enjoyed the rare softness his dear boyfriend was showing him right now. 

Remus rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless.

-Yes, they are.

He pressed the softest kiss imaginable to Sirius’ wrist, holding his hand gently in his own trembling grip. He moved up, pressing little kisses higher and higher, over his wrist and palm. He stopped at the spot where his fingers started and turned Sirius’ hand over. He kissed his prettily pink knuckles and moved down. Around his thumb, on the back of his hand, over that one vein that always seemed to be there, nicely protruding from under his thin skin, his lips made their journey already engraved in his soul.

He tried fixing his grip on Sirius’ hand but hissed and let go completely.

-Remy? Are you okay? - Sirius’ awfully sweet voice hit his ears. There were suddenly thin fingers gripping his own in a gentle touch that made him want to weep.

-Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little achy from the cold.

They both knew it wasn't fine. The aching always started in his knuckles and then spread to his wrists, elbows and everywhere. Sirius decided one winter to knit him gloves and then have Lily, the lovely woman that she was, enchant them permanently with a warming spell. Although Remus’ hands got too big for them and the charm faded, he still always kept them in his trunk, safely tucked among his treasures.

-Well, if you say you’re fine, then you’re fine.

Remus knew Sirius wouldn’t drop it. He never did. He would find some sneaky way to make him feel better, just like he always found a way to get Remus to tell him he loved him.

-I think your hands are pretty, too. They’re the prettiest necklaces.

Sirius had a serious (no pun intended) look on his face but broke after only a second under Remus’ gaze and started giggling wildly. The sound tugged on Remus’ heart painfully. Call him a masochist, but he was happy for this pain.

-Okay, okay. But seriously, they are pretty. Because they’re yours.

Sirius started rubbing his knuckles in a completely not suspicious way. He picked up his wand, not suspicious, muttered something, also not suspicious, and tucked the wand into his bun. Remus felt heat spread over his fingers, Sirius’ rubbing only making the heat rise and melt deeper into his aching fingers.

He huffed out a breath but let Sirius do his thing, knowing how important this little ritual was to his dear boyfriend. And okay, maybe having the absolute prettiest person on the planet rubbing his aching knuckles gently while rambling about which crystals were the prettiest wasn't so bad after all. But you wouldn't catch him saying it.

And then, unfortunately for Remus’ poor heart, Sirius leaned down, held his trembling hands in his own and started pressing gentle kisses to every single knuckle on all ten of his fingers. Remus grumbled and tried pulling his hands away.

-No, Remy. Please let me. I wanna do this for you. - Sirius looked at him with the prettiest eyes in the universe and something in Remus crumbled. - If not for you, let me do it for me. I like to keep my jewelry in good shape.

He slowly relaxed his hands and let Sirius do his thing. His touch was gentle, like any pressure would cause him pain (which was actually probable, just not now. It got worse the colder it was, and during winter even holding a pen or squeezing his fingers together was just too much). The warmth seeped into his bones and spread through his body. The stress of the fool moon, annoyance over his slowly slowing down bones and anger over the whole world really, because why were there so many things that annoyed his dear boyfriend and why couldn't he fix them right now, slowly seeped away. His head started dropping and it was hard to keep his attention on Sirius.

-Hey, Remy? Let’s go to sleep. We can shower in the morning.

Remus quickly gathered Sirius into his arms and laid them both under the blankets, securely pushing Sirius’ lean body into his chest and wrapping his own long limbs around him. Right before and right after the fool moon the wolf in him would get possessive of Sirius and the only way Remus could sleep was with his painfully familiar body held in his arms. 

He sighed happily into Sirius’ lavender smelling hair (because of course Sirius would give up his painstakingly crafted hair care routine just to use the shampoo that least irritated Remus’ sensitive nose around the full moon) and squeezed him tighter. The warmth of Sirius’ body pressed into his own seemed to soothe his perpetually cold and aching limbs and slowly lulled him to a deep sleep, uninterrupted by pain or nightmares.

#wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #not beta read we die like me rn #this was made for one (1) person

[and-stir-the-stars]

Im not sure if this was ever brought up but in the saffron au what happens to Elizabeth? I sorta assumed she was still grabby grabbed by baby but does mike ever go to the sister location? Does she join ennard? Enter other questions related to this here?

Idk just one of those thoughts that may be brilliant may be my dumbassery, but please infodump anything and everything!!!!!/pos!!

In pretty much all of my aus, Liz dies before Evan, so yes, Liz still gets grabbed by Circus Baby sometime before the Bite!

Liz wanted both a symbol of her (emotionally distant) father's love, and she wanted some companionship after her friend Charlie Emily died; both of these things were contributors in Liz's insistence on seeing Circus Baby.

William tells everyone that Liz went missing. Mike and Evan don't find out the truth for a long time, though Evan finds out before Mike does.

William kept Evan in the dark for the most part about remnant and souls possessing animatronics; if he was ever going to reveal the full truth about that stuff, he got captured long before he saw fit to do it.

Evan does eventually find out that Elizabeth was killed by one of William's remnant-collecting machines sometime after Mike runs away. He finds out not because William told him, but by accident, somehow. Evan doesn't take it well, neither the revelation behind his sister's death nor the fact that Will lied about it for so long. But Will ultimately punishes and manipulates Evan so thoroughly for his ill reaction that Evan represses the memory of what happened to Liz entirely. Or, maybe Evan doesn't find out by accident, but William told him as a test to see if Ev could handle knowing about animatronic possession, and Evan clearly failed the test?

When he's in prison on death row, William does give Mike the "go put your sister back together" message. I think he probably does it because he knows the Funtimes want to kill him, and he knows Mike looks like him; William knows he's not making it out alive, and the last thing he can do is put Mike in a sink-or-swim situation where his precious little look-alike that he's so obsessed with will find out the truth behind all his remnant experiments, and will either become like William and carry on his legacy or die trying.

Not knowing anything about remnant or possession, Mike has no idea what Will means by "putting Liz back together". He's probably terrified that it has something to do with Liz's corpse, given what William did to all those kids. He knows whatever this message is leading him to can only be something bad, but he wants answers about his sister's disappearance. He needs to know what happened to her and why... especially if his suspicion that Will had something to do with her death is true.

So, Mike leaves Ev with Jeremy and goes to the SL bunker on his own.

Buuuuuut, Ev and Jeremy being Ev and Jeremy, they end up following him. Maybe Mike was acting fishy enough in the days before he left to put Ev and Jem's guards up. Maybe Mike left the message at the house (perhaps he wanted to leave some trail for police to find if something went wrong and he got hurt/killed?) and Jem and Ev find it. Either way, the end result the two of them follow Mike to the SL bunker, and Evan starts to unlock some of his repressed memories about Liz's death.

Ev and Jem might even call for help from a certain blonde-haired, green-eyed US Marshal who has been assigned to look after Ev and Mike while they're in the witness protection program (this Marshal ofc being SB Vanessa, who I have decided is around and is a US Marshal in this au).

The canon ending for the Sister Location arc in the au will be Mike and Evan helping Elizabeth's spirit move on from Circus Baby.

As for the specifics of what happens when they're at the Sister Location, I'm not sure yet. I dunno if it happens over five days or just two or three.

I'd like to think there's a scene where Evan tells Elizabeth that he knows what it's like to let yourself do terrible things in Father's name to chase his affection, and that William just isn't worth it (technically Liz doesn't want to "make William proud" until she's Scrap Baby, but shhhhh).

I'd like to think there's a scene where Evan gets sucked into Funtime Freddy or Circus Baby (and comes out alive, ofc, if Very Very Traumatized).

Maybe Michael comes out of it with some scars from animatronics to match Ev and Jem's scars. Maybe Mike got some scars from Circus Baby specifically, as a sort of parallel to the scars Mike gave to Evan.

Mike doesn't get scooped, though. Not in the CANON ending, at least; I've thought about a lot of what-ifs where Mike, Evan, or both of them get scooped.

I do think it would be funny if Mike left the SL bunker with the Lolbit head that you sometimes see in the game as an easter egg, though. Maybe to Ev, Jem, and Ness' utter bafflement, he keeps it around as a souvenir. Tho it is ofc more likely that Mike would take something from Circus Baby to keep as a souvenir of what happened. But less funny.

#saffron pawn au #tw child death #tw child murder #tw child abuse #evan afton support center

[terror-slut]

Change of Heart

Chapter 07/?? Click HERE for this fics masterlist!

Reader is a troubled pediatrician at Hawkins lab when she crosses paths with this lovely orderly. Nothing will stand between Peter and his revenge. Not even really pretty distractions.

Pairing: Peter Ballard x f!reader

Word count: 2149

Ratings & warnings: SPOILERS, period typical sexism, violence, blood, torture, NSFW, swearing, no (Y/N), no described defining features for reader. Ratings may change as chapters are being added.

A/N: and when I felt like I was an old cardigan… you put me on and said I was your favourite.

Strolls in 1,5 month late, who’s surprised… Not that it’s an excuse but I got a promotion at work, got covid and Sumeru came out so I was a little distracted 😭 dottore anyone???

Careful knocks rap against the white door of Dr. Brenner’s office. Without bothering to look up from the pile of paperwork in front of him, he gives a low hum that grants the unseen person behind the door permission to enter. With a soft click, the door opens.

“You wanted to see me, Martin?”

“Yes, Doctor. Come on in,” he says, re-capping the fountain pen that delicately rests between his fingers before he lazily gestures to an empty chair across from him.

The pediatrician sends her superior a tight lipped smile as she takes her seat. Dark circles have appeared underneath her eyes again, just like they had a few weeks prior. Dr. Brenner decides against commenting on her exhausted appearance, figuring there is nothing to be gained by doing so. If she wishes to share her troubles, he knows she will do so out of her own volition.

“So,” he begins. “How are the children?”

The question that leaves his lips is not the question she anticipated he’d ask, and her tense shoulders slightly lower, in sync with her guard. What she had expected instead were questions about Henry, perhaps followed by a scolding on her inability to deliver. Instead, Dr. Brenner seems occupied with his test subjects. Thankfully, her results on that front are a far cry from the lack luster results Henry has provided her with.

“They’re quite well. 002 seems to grow stronger by the day and little 011 is making great progress in regards to opening up and accepting her powers,” the pediatrician eagerly replies, happy to have her mind taken off of Peter for just a moment.

Dr. Brenner hums in approval, his blue eyes intently focused on her own. It takes her a lot not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. If it wasn’t for a good dose of common sense, she’d think Brenner could read her mind.

“I think 011 could benefit from a little more one on one counseling. She seems to trust you a great deal,” the pediatrician rambles on.

“Yes, I think you’re right. Building a parent-child relationship pays off just as I expected it would,” he replies, more so speaking to himself than to her, but as she has previously read his notes on Henry, it’s not difficult to figure out that he is speaking of his trial of errors from before. Unsure of what to say next, she stays silent.

Not much at all had changed with Peter. After their initial talk where he so carelessly cut off the ties between the two of them, she hasn’t had the guts to talk to him again, afraid of the cruelty that might leave his mouth next.

His words, his lies, still echo around her mind as she mulls them over time and time again. “Don’t take it personally, doctor. I simply prefer to keep my personal life separated from my work and vice versa.”

His personal life, she thinks, and resists the urge to scoff. Such an obvious lie, yet she couldn’t call him out on it without exposing her own muddled truth, much like a biologically faulty spider trapped within its own sticky web.

Since that faithful morning where Peter claimed they were simply just co-workers and he was only being friendly with her, that friendliness has dissipated into nothingness. The pediatrician is quite certain the tall blonde is avoiding her at all costs, and speaking to her seems completely out of the question for him.

Her mood swings between annoyance and desperation. She wants his friendship back, the attentiveness he treated her with those first six months. She wants him back. But above all, the pediatrician still wants to help him. Her anger disappears like snow on a sunny day whenever she gets reminded of the boy behind the now fully grown man. Whatever his reasoning is for locking her out of his life, her determination has far from watered down.

Empathy mingled with sympathy washes over her in quiet waves when she thinks of the pictures of young Henry Dr. Brenner has shown her once, back when he still had a family, back when he was still allowed to go outside. What would he look like now if nature regularly embraced him? Hair bleached by the sun, his skin warm and tan… She can picture it perfectly, with herself by his side in the prettiest sundress, happy. Normal…

“And Peter?” The sudden deep voice startles her out of her daydreams, Brenner’s icy gaze coldly assessing her.

“W-what?” She asks brainlessly before quickly pulling herself together. “What about Peter?”

“Let me be frank,” he says, placing his folded hands on the desk between them. She knows those words can’t mean anything good. “You haven’t turned in any progress reports for weeks now.*”

The silence that follows is thick with an uncomfortable tension. She can think of a million lies to tell her boss but she ends up settling for a half truth.

“It takes some time. He’s a complicated man. I don’t want to overwhelm him,” she answers. It only takes a second for Dr. Brenner’s expression to sour, far from satisfied with her answer.

“I hired you because you promised to deliver,” he speaks, his tone soft but his words harsh.

“I know,” she agrees meekly.

“If you fail to deliver, I can no longer justify your paycheck to the board,” he says as she worries her lip between her teeth.

“I understand, Sir,” she replies, although she really wants to throw the fact that he has had years to work with Henry, and still left empty handed in his face.

His expression softens when his gaze falls on her worried face and he reaches out to put his warm hand over her own.

“I know you can do it, doctor,” he says, and gives her hand a little squeeze. “And I know it takes time, but the board wants to see results. Just hand in a report with what you’ve been doing, I’m sure they’ll lighten up.”

Dr. Brenner pulls back from her and straightens his back while he sends her a kind smile, the one she knows he uses on the kids, too. With some difficulty, she suppresses a shiver.

“I’ll start right away,” she says, standing up from her seat. “Thank you for your advice, sir.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replies, a toothy smile plastered on his face. The pediatrician can’t help but compare him to a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Oh, and please send the next one in on your way out, Doctor.”

“Will do,” she answers absentmindedly, already drafting up the report the board so desperately wants in her head. Can they not understand that she has more to do than just Henry? That he is complicated, and she doesn’t want to rush him when she knows, they all know, he can react unpredictably.

With a scoff, she closes the door to Martin’s office behind her. Business has no place in medicine, she thinks to herself for the umpteenth time since the start of her career.

Sunken so deep in her own thoughts, she doesn’t see the white figure in front of her until she collides with the hard planes of a firm chest.

“Oh, apologies! I was just-“ words escape her when it’s Peter’s blonde hair that comes into view. He looks as disoriented as she feels when he softly grabs her shoulders to create some distance between them, while simultaneously stabilizing her.

“Just what?” He repeats, and those are the first words he’s spoken to her in weeks.

“… Just thinking,” she finishes, though the warmth of his hands on her shoulders makes it hard for her to focus on anything else. What would it be like to feel his hands elsewhere? If only they would slide past her shoulders, down her arms to her waist and grab her there, pull her closer to him… She blushes at the thought. Now is not the time, she reminds herself.

“Don’t think too hard,” he says. “You might hurt yourself.”

Though he could be making a dig at her, his soft, full lips are curled into a smile. Relieved, she lets out a laugh.

“Thanks for the warning,” she smiles. With some difficulty, he responds with a smile of his own. God, she’s so beautiful.

Though her mind feels fuzzy and her heart seems to beat out of her chest, it only takes a second of clarity for her to wonder why exactly he’s on this side of Hawkins Laboratory.

“No orderly duties for today?” She asks, her curiosity overtaking the urge to take in his beauty for as long as he’d let her.

“Oh, no,” it’s only then that he lets go of her shoulders, and the sudden lack of warmth that his hands had created makes her shiver. “Not for another hour. Dr. Brenner has requested to see me.”

The subtle shiver from earlier quickly merges into a cold chill all over her body. The pediatrician doesn’t know what to think of this newfound information, but she knows it can’t be anything good. Regardless, she sends him a kind smile.

“Oh?” She asks casually, letting curiosity win once again. “What for?”

“I suspect it’s just a performance review,” he replies, taking a step back from her to create some distance.

Stay in control, Henry.

“Well, good luck then, Peter. I’m sure there is no reason to worry,” she says with a soft smile. Her heartbeat increases when he returns hers with one of his own. Oh God, how she has missed his movie star smiles, his presence, his voice…

“I’m sure,” he repeats, and when he steps past her, his shoulder brushes softly against her own and with great difficulty, she suppresses the urge to grab his hand.

“Have a good one,” she says instead, and instantly regrets her own stupid stiffness.

For his part, Henry lets her words bounce off of the shielded walls he has put up for when she happens to be around, something he seems to have a sixth sense for. Even when she doesn’t notice him, he always sees her. It seems the more he tries to avoid her, the more she appears around him.

With a fast rap, he knocks on Brenner’s office door. The white haired man grants him permission to enter and in turn, Peter makes his way into the bleak room, shaking all thoughts of the pediatrician.

“Please, take a seat, 001,” Brenner says, but Peter shakes his head.

“I’m fine where I am,” he states, refusing to be in a position where he can’t easily get away should it come to that.

“I won’t hurt you, 001. You know me better than that,” despite his friendly demeanor, Peter has learned his lesson a long time ago. Have your guard up at all time. His kindness is a trap.

“Suit yourself,” Martin says when Peter’s silence stretches out. “I’ve requested you here to ask how you’ve been, 001.”

His muscles involuntarily tense up as a chill spreads across his back at Brenner’s unassuming question.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” Peter replies. The fear that freezes up his entire body is nothing new to him or the little boy he once was. That same question is usually followed by physical pain that would haunt him for days to come, no matter how carefully he chooses his response.

“Oh, not to worry 001. If you had, I would have known about it long before asking you about it,” the older man says, a smile fitting for a man like him on his lips. Peter doesn’t dare exhale the breath he holds.

“No, that’s not what I’m asking you,” Dr. Brenner says, when Peter stays silent. He crosses his arms as the silence protrudes. “Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary?”

Peter briefly wonders if the white haired man means to trick him with this question. Memories of the past few weeks replay before his eyes, but he shakes his head in denial.

“Hmm,” Brenner lets out while uncrossing his arms and standing up. In a relaxed pace, he inches closer to the tall, young man standing in his office. “You ought to be more perceptive, 001. I know you have it in you.”

Their gazes connect starkly for a moment, before Brenner reluctantly takes a step away from the younger man.

“You can go,” with a ninety degree turn, he dismisses Peter, who in turn can’t seem to leave the frigid office fast enough. His heart beats wildly in his throat when he exhales several shaky breaths, Brenner’s words replaying in his head over and over.

The old man has his ways to drive Peter crazy, torture him psychologically as well as physically. He never knows what part of what Martin tells him he can believe, but Peter knows one thing.

He was alluding to the pediatrician.

A/N: I just realized the reason I hate my own writing is because it’s too academic? Also Brenner is a meddling mfer…

* this is a subtle dig at my own shitty update progress LMAOO I’m a little funny

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