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bakugoushotwife · 11 months

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inextricable (sasuke x reader)

a/n: just gonna dip my toes in the naruto water..see what we think. It's been so long since I watched Shipudden so if I get something wrong...no I didnt xoxo. this is definitely gonna need a second part, I wanna see if anyone likes it before I get too ahead of myself.

summary: Itachi spared two souls that night, his brother and the sister of the man he held most dear. No one can find the second Uchiha, no one can find out that there is a pureblood male and female still alive, ones that were born to be...inextricable.

pairings: sasuke x reader, maybe some naruto x reader if you squint

warnings: mentions of blood and death, angst!!! asshole Uchiha nonsense, dad mode Kakashi, reader is a bully lmfao, uhhhh long as shit

wc: 7840

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You were born to be best friends. At least, that’s what each of your parents had in mind. When Hae Uchiha told Mikoto that she was once again pregnant, the latter practically jumped for joy. She was a few months along with another boy, and she imagined your mother’s next child would make a perfect pal for her second born. Itachi and Shisui got along famously, the two borderline inseparable.

Mikoto extended her hand to cover Hae’s not-yet showing stomach. “How far along?” She asked with a warm smile on her lips.

Hae closed her eyes and returned the same embraceful grin. “Just a few months, she should be born soon after your boy!”

“She! How exciting, I’m sure Sasuke will protect her for her whole life! Have you decided on a name yet?”

“Y/N…I always dreamed of naming my daughter Y/N.”

Mikoto returns her hand to her own stomach, her bump showing through. “That’s beautiful, Sasuke and Y/N…yes, they’ll be another version of our Itachi and Shisui!”

Hae beamed, knowing that her daughter would have a forever ally.

Well, she had hoped, anyway.

Nonetheless, you and Sasuke never spoke. He went out of his way to stay out of your path and you did the same for him. Truth be told, there was a great reason. There was hurt, and anger, and most forcefully, the fear, and what you had to do to hide.

You had been friends, once. Just like your mothers had wanted, from birth, the two of you became inseparable. Where Shisui was a few years older than Itachi, feeling like an older brother to two now; Sasuke was only a few months your senior, making the two of you closer than even your own siblings.

Make no mistake, Shisui’s love for his younger sister was widely known and highly regarded. One might mistake you as his own daughter, if he wasn’t just nine years old. You were a much anticipated gift to the boy, he had been begging for a sibling for years. And his parents tried and tried to fulfill this wish, overjoyed when it came true. You truly were the pride of your branch, as hard as it may be to believe with Shisui’s reputation. Itachi was always kind, about six years older than you. Itachi would often babysit the two of you, being the perfectly responsible young man he was. Itachi was just happy to see Sasuke happy, and bonus points for you as well. He seemed oddly relieved that Sasuke had someone to grow attached to.

So you were, for about six years. You learned to walk together, he learned how to spell your name before he learned to spell his own, you refused to take naps without him. Once, Shisui and Itachi built little tricycles for the two of you, Sasuke’s purple and yours green. You rode those tricycles all over the village, laughing in the hot Konoha sun. You would traverse to the mountains and collect fruits to bring back for your mother to bake into sweet pastries. It was magical, it was perfect. Until that infamous night.

That fateful night, the night that tore apart mind and soul, body and spirit. You thought it couldn’t get any worse. A hole had been left behind when Shisui died, something irreparable and ever painful. You couldn’t call it a void, for it was too powerful. It was nearly two years ago now, your tiny body and soul already weighed down with his loss. It created a rift between you and Sasuke, too. Itachi was blamed for his death for a while, and it hurt even more to feel so alone. You felt like you were drowning and no one was there to pull you back up, no one to even notice you slipping away…

You had grown numb to the life that was without Shisui and Sasuke, you went to training and classes like you were supposed to. You did what you were told at home, your parents just as much a shell of themselves as you were. Everything that was colorvision faded to dull grays and empty blacks. Where you once saw beauty, you saw injustice. Where there was once love there was now ugly pain that had rooted, hatred growing in its place. Hatred for who? For Shisui, for dying? For Sasuke, for letting rumors pull you apart? For the forces of the universe that caused it all to begin with? You weren’t quite sure, maybe it was a mixture of all three.

When you came home that evening, it took you a moment to realize. The house had been quiet since Shisui passed, there was simply no joy without him. Yet still, you were used to the sound of your father’s footsteps shuffling through the kitchen, the clink of dishes. The sound of your mother turning pages in her book–everything was silent. Eerily so. A dread washed over you, familiar with the haunting ache. What was left of your heart sank in your stomach as you realize there was blood on the walls. Your breathing became rapid and shaky, you crept down the hall, hoping it was some cruel joke from the village or–or maybe it was paint!

There was no humor in what laid before you that night. Your parents lay slumped over, almost like they were sleeping. Kagami laid propped up against the wall, seated perfectly on the floor with his head tucked into his chest. Your mother’s head lay in his lap, her torso twisted at an awkward angle, legs sprawled.

Tears cloud your vision immediately. You could feel your knees wobble and buckle, seemingly too heavy for yourself all of a sudden. You fell forward, hands and knees catching you and making a sickening squelch. You realize the stickiness soaking into your skirt was blood, the dark red blood of your parents. You scream. It’s more of a wail, your entire body wracked with emotion so strong, your eyes begin to burn. It hurts, it gives you a headache, and when you force your eyes open again, the world looks different. It felt…slower. You can see a glistening trail of what you can identify as chakra, it glows all over the house, coming in through a window and leaving through the front door. This had happened before, when Shisui died. Your sharingan was activated for the first time. This was different, it felt like a new level. You pull yourself up, running at the door. You throw it open and run into the street, tracking the chakra house to house where you only find more slumped over bodies. The entire clan, everyone…they’re gone. They’ve been slaughtered, every last one. You can’t bear it when the chakra trail leads you down Sasuke’s path, knowing you would find the last of your home in there. You never got to make amends, never got to reunite. Sasuke would be dead, just like everyone else you ever cared for.

You’re stopped in your tracks when you see a figure in the street, you notice glowing red eyes, the pattern so familiar you couldn’t help but gasp. “I-itachi?” Your chin wobbled, the tears coming back as you ran closer, relieved to find someone alive, someone you know.

“Back away, child.” His voice thundered, it chilled you to the bone. He had never spoken to you like that.

“Itachi, it’s m-me! Y/N, you know me! I-I’m scared Itachi!” You plead with him, the new vision of yours highlighting the blood on his clothes the closer you got to him.

“The second tomoe..” He revered, a nod of approval following, just as quick as it came, the familiarity left. He was icy again when he spoke, “You should be scared. You’ve realized what I’m capable of.”

You fall back, astonished. This couldn’t have been, no, you refuse to believe such a thing. Itachi wasn’t…capable of this? He looked as if he was going to speak again, but another figure moving rapidly towards you grabbed his attention. It was Sasuke, alive after all.

“I don’t believe it!” Sasuke said, tears streamed down his face, “This is too unlike you, Big Brother. I mean…” He looked around wildly, finding solace in your presence, relief. You couldn’t help the tears, the same relief he had coursing through your own mind. Itachi had spared you both, but why?

“You have the potential to become my opponent.” He directed his voice to his younger brother, ignoring you completely for the time being. “You are someone who could be able to use Mangekyo Sharingan just like me…” The wind blew ceremoniously, whipping up leaves from the ground and sacrificing them to the sky, to the full moon that was the only light to go by. “However, on one condition…that you must kill your closest friend..Just like I did.” His gaze flickers to you then, making Sasuke’s eyes widen.

Sasuke gasps, as do you. Itachi really did kill Shisui. He has now killed your entire family. Your brother, his best friend, died senselessly to the little brother he never had. You were wrecked, this realization makes your head spin, the boy you’ve known since birth…Itachi Uchiha was a cold blooded killer, and your life was forever destroyed because of him.

“That was…your doing?” Sasuke’s brows knit together in shock and confusion. “Big Brother, you…killed Shisui?”

“That’s right…and because of that I obtained these eyes.” Itachi replied stone-faced. As if you needed the confirmation, but hearing the words from his very mouth absolutely ruined whatever remained of your soul. You felt your eyes burn once again, the vision skewing, leaving you momentarily blind before you blinked and everything was clear again. It was clearer than before, you could sense the movements of two brothers before they did them, this shouldn’t be possible. You had just awoken your second tomoe minutes earlier, had you already gained the third through this extreme emotional distress? There was rigorous training involved to level up your eyes, you could feel the drain it put on your body as it began to sway in the wind, feeling light. You couldn’t hold on much longer, you knew that, but you were in danger…and so was Sasuke, you had to fight for consciousness.

“If you attain these eyes, you will become the third person including myself to utilize the Mangekyo Sharingan. However,” He turns abruptly, startling you both. “Neither of you are worth killing. And one day, Sasuke, when you have the same eyes I do…come and stand before me!” Itachi challenges, his eyes swirling into his familiar triangular pattern.

“And you…” Itachi says, beckoning you forward with the point of his finger. “Come here, child.” He says, issuing an order. Sasuke makes a strangled struggling noise before he falls to the ground, the emotional distress leveling his eyes too fast as well. He was in a genjutsu, you realize, by the sounds he was making on the ground, crying out in agony.

“Let him out of that! I’ll go with you, I won’t fight. Let him out.” You plead, not in the position to make any demands yourself. Even fighting wouldn’t get you out of this, Itachi was far too powerful, you could never hope to escape.

Itachi chuckled dryly and shook his head. “No. He needs this. He will foster hatred and turn it into immense power. You…you have to be hidden.” He says, his voice in a dream-like state. He was thinking deeply, wondering what he should reveal to you. Enough to keep you alive, and nothing more. “You will stay away from Sasuke…until it’s time. No one can know your identity. It’s imperative you understand this, child.” He says, and if you didn’t know any better you would think he was panicked. Itachi kept calling you that, child, as if he were not. He was only 14, but he clearly felt much older.

You were confused, but didn’t even know where to start asking him questions. He didn’t wait for a response, just sweeping you up in his arms and jumping from rooftop to rooftop until he was in the trees with you, Sasuke long abandoned on the outskirts of the village. Itachi was taking you somewhere, apparently to be hidden. “Itachi-san–please, I’m scared, I don’t understand!”

“You need to be scared! You have to understand. Force yourself to. They can’t know that I left you alive, they know Sasuke will live…they can’t know that you do as well…it would be most troublesome…” Itachi explains without explaining a single thing. Who are “they”, and what involvement do they have in this? “A male and a female Uchiha could save the clan, they will not let that happen. I owe this to Shisui.” Itachi says quietly, dropping down in front of someone’s door.

A man opens the door before Itachi can make a single noise. He was waiting for Itachi, you realize.

“Here she is.. Train her to be strong, stronger than you. Keep them apart, keep them safe.” Itachi pleads, or as close to it as he can get. He sets you down, letting you see your new caretaker for the first time.

“I understand, Itachi. It’s best if you get a move on, they’ll be on your scent soon.” The taller man says, the cover of the night obscuring your vision of him.

Itachi nods, taking one last look at you with a trace of pain in his eyes. You look down at your feet, not sure what to make of the situation, everything happened so fast. “Thank you, Captain.” Itachi says with a curt nod before disappearing into a puff of smoke.

It was silent. The wind blew again, whipping your hair into your face and pushing the clouds across the moon like it was a normal night. You begin to cry, everything so overwhelming you couldn’t help but do anything else. You’ve lost everything. Your family is dead, every single one. You, the sole survivor, have been placed with a stranger by the very man that murdered everyone you love. The last person alive that you care for is trapped in a genjutsu, lying on the pavement outside the house of his murdered family.

The man crouched down to be on your level. He looked young, but you couldn’t really tell. His face was mostly covered, his shinobi headband covering his left eye and a black mask pulled over the lower half of his face. The most notable thing about him was his tall and spiky gray hair. His one brown eye looked at you sadly, and at once you knew he understood. You felt more at ease nearly immediately. You were still wary, after all he seemingly knew what was going on and had worked with Itachi. But the look in his eye and the expressive way he puts his hands on either arm of yours makes you feel safer. He knew sadness too, you recognized it in him.

“Hello, little one. I know this has been…a horrible night, to understate…but you’re strong. You’re safe now, I’m Kakashi, and I’ll make sure of that.” He nodded determinedly, searching your expression for your next move. He frowns under his mask as you cry, unsure of how to console a young girl at his age of twenty two years.

“What’s wrong with your face?” You ask, sniffling out your sentences and wiping viciously at your eyes. Your mind was all over the place, you didn’t want to think of this night anymore but the only other thing you could ponder was why the man in front of you dressed like that.

He chuckled earnestly. “Oh!” He pushed his headband up to reveal a long scar running lengthwise over his eye and down his cheek to where the mask starts, but most strikingly a sharingan sat in the eye he kept covered. The sharingan consumes a massive amount of chakra for non-Uchiha wielders, so you gather that the eye was given or stolen almost immediately.

“That’s partially why he left you with me. I can help with some of your training. You’re in luck, little one. The Hokage has just released me to be a jonin Sensei. So you’ll get first class training living with me. I…I know I can’t replace what you’ve lost, or hell..even understand what you’re going through.” Kakashi slipped his mask down just for you in this moment, wanting to earn the trust of his new foster child. “I will protect you and make you strong, smart, and ready for this world. It’s you and me now. I set up a room for you..” he adds rather sheepishly, sliding his mask back up after a nervous smile. “We can..make changes to it as time goes on, I wasn’t sure what would best be suitable for a girl of your age.”

You blink at him,eyes still bleary from leftover tears. You wipe at your eyes, your own sharingan taking in his full appearance and making a mental note. His half-baked motivational speech was partly moving, and you could tell he was genuine in this. You tilt your head to the side to analyze him further. He was young, taking on a six year old at his age was surely difficult. He was nervous, you could see that much, but his chakra was powerful and in a way, calming.

“What about Sasuke?” You managed as he opened the door to his place.

Kakashi sighs. “He will be taken care of, don’t worry. We have to keep you separate for now, it’s for the best. When you start school it may be different. Do you remember what Itachi said?” He asks, partly wondering what all the boy even told you.

You nod. “He said they can’t know he left me alive. I don’t know who they are though.” You say, feeling everything all the time all at once. Pain, numbness, sadness, fear, nervousness and wonder. Your eyes were wide and your sharingan kept glowing, a red beacon in the dark night. You looked inside the home, small and neat. It looked like…a real place, which surprised you for some reason. With the night’s events it was becoming difficult to predict what would happen next, in your mind he was going to open the door to a slaughterhouse or some medical lab for testing. You were relieved to see it was a completely normal apartment. The young man led you to a decently sized bedroom right across the hall from the bathroom. It was decorated haphazardly, pink cherry blossom wallpaper was slapped on the wall, a little bed covered up with pink blankets sat in the middle of the room. There was even a closet outfitted with a few changes of clothes, luckily regularly colored. It was a nice effort, you recognized. It was natural for any young man to assume a six year old girl would love pink. Your favorite was green. It reminded you of rolling down hills and the bushes you would pluck fruit from, the trees the sun peeked over, the tricycle your brother built…and Sasuke’s was purple.

“I hate pink.” You say solemnly, feeling bad almost immediately, he had tried to think of your comfort and here you were, being rude. “B-but it looks nice! Thank you…” You looked to him a bit confused on how you should address him.

“Kakashi, that’s fine for now.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed for giving you a stereotypical girl room. It was clear that there was nothing to be assumed about you. “What color do you prefer, in that case? I can work on a replacement tomorrow.” Kakashi offered with a closed-eyed smile.

“Purple.”

Kakashi followed through on his promise. The next time you went into your room, the walls were painted a deep plum, the covers that decorate your bed were as purple as the evening sky after the sun had left, and on a table you noticed a few more trinkets and accessories. There were hair ties and clips, little earrings and a purple headband. He heard the word purple and ran with it. Kakashi wasn’t sure why he displayed all this effort, well he had an idea.

He had knocked against your open door, just to alert you to his standing there. You still looked so sad. It had only been a day after all. At least you had stopped crying, he would happily take the progress. He leaned against the doorway, arms folded over his chest. “I hope some of those things make you feel a little more at home, Kurenai helped me pick them out…” He mentioned, once again, scratching at the back of his head nervously.That was his nervous tick, you noted.

“Thank you, they’re pretty..” You say with a small smile, reaching for the headband and slipping it over the long black locks signature of your clan, luckily it was also a common characteristic of the citizens of the Stone village. That’s the story, anyway. Kakashi found you on a mission while in Iwagakure. You were newly orphaned, and had no one else to take you in. Which, now that you think about it, isn’t much of a lie at all. You were new to the Leaf village, and Kakashi was your young and kind foster father. It gave him a reason to change, and he didn’t know if he liked that yet; he did know that he wanted you to grow into a powerful kunoichi, and he had no doubt you could accomplish that.

He cleared his throat. “You know, Y/N…I..” He hesitated, wondering if it was worth mentioning at this moment. He sighed out and continued. “I lost my father when I was six, as well. I don’t pretend to know everything you feel, but I do understand some of your pain. You can talk to me, when or if you ever want to. I’ll listen.”

You look to your feet, the tears pooling in your eyes again. His kindness was overwhelming at times, you hadn’t expected him to be so warm. He just retired from the Anbu after all, and you were old enough to know what that meant. You nod your head after a minute, picking up a purple fuzzy stress ball. You squeeze down, finding it helps temporarily.

“Mhm, I will..thank you for being here.” You mutter out after a few beats.

“A-Alright. We’ll go out for dinner around 7. I’ll come get you.” Kakashi hummed pleasantly, touched by your gratefulness.

You were thankful that you wound up with someone like Kakashi. Last you’d heard, Sasuke was set up in a nice apartment, well taken care of and monitored by Lord Third himself. But he was alone, and that worried you. He was sure to become a cold shadow of the former joyous boy he had been, just as you are. But even you had another person around, someone to at least distract you from the constant pain. Sasuke didn’t have that, he didn’t even know if you were alive. The last thing he saw was his older brother sweeping you up and leaving with you.

The purple made you feel better. It helped you feel just a little closer to where he was. You hoped he would make friends with the kids in his building, if there was any. You hoped he could power through and find happiness in the little things. Would he try to remember you? Find you, even? Your heart ached, you physically covered it with your hand and winced.

You decided you hate Itachi. That you would do everything and anything it took to get to him and kill him. You came from a powerful line of the clan too, Shisui was a prodigy and the youngest to ever awaken his sharingan before you did it at four from his death. You committed, promised yourself in Kakashi’s apartment that you would train until your eyes bled, you would master genjutsu just as Shisui had, you would master chakra control. You would learn everything Shisui had mastered, and you would kill Itachi the same way he had killed your brother.

Little did you know that Sasuke had made himself the same promise. He would avenge his family, your brother in your honor, he would become a worthy opponent and he would use Mangekyo to kill the man that had caused all this pain.

He was beyond lonely, there was no word to describe the hell he was living. He relived his parents’ death again and again, trapped in a genjutsu by his older brother. But the nightmare was reality. He had no one, everything was destroyed. The only person left was missing at best, dead at the worst. Even once he was released from the genjutsu’s chakra control, the only thing burned into his eyelids was the scene of his parents' slaughter. The only thing he can hear is the sound of your tears as Itachi admits to killing your brother, it’s miserable.

Why did Itachi spare them both, did he really just want to fight? Well, Sasuke could give him that. He couldn’t wait to start the academy, to refine his talents and find a rival and friend that could fulfill his needs for the Mangekyo Sharingan his brother wants him to have so badly. There wasn’t a reality that existed where he would kill you for it, as his brother insinuated. He was sure that his new friends would suffice, when the time came.

Kakashi had arranged for him to proctor your bypass exam the following year. The rules for the Academy aren’t concrete, and you were a prodigy after all. Kakashi stressed your physical prowess and shadow clone jutsu to get you through the Academy in just one year, passing your genin exam easily.

Over time, your numbness had resided. You found yourself motivated by revenge and desire for rebuilding what was taken from you. Kakashi was a friend and mentor, and he helped you train your eyes and genjutsu regularly. He had to, as you weren’t allowed to display this power outside of the training grounds with no one else around. You had to train harder over the next few years, both your sharingan abilities and those you would use to cover your identity.

Kakashi and yourself had landed on a plant style jutsu, where you could summon different plants, both poisonous and strangling variations. It reminded many of Hashirama Senju’s wood style jutsu. Your chakra control was impressive, and your inclination toward medical nin was just another tool in your arsenal. You owe most of this to your mentor, who, so far, has followed through on his promise to make you as strong as he can.

He was impressed by you, a prodigy indeed. It was no surprise you were Shisui’s younger sister. He wondered how you could have absorbed so much from him since he passed when you were so young, now a girl of twelve. He can’t believe he’s had you in his charge for six years now, and how you’ve grown in that time. He cared for you like his own child, even though he was not much older than a kid himself when he decided to take you in.

It was hard work, especially now. He had been assigned as Sasuke’s sensei, along with two other promising shinobi. He was splitting most of his time between his new team and the child he’s been training for years. He found it hard to hand you over to Kurenai, even though the woman was somewhat familiar with your delicate case. She didn’t know your true identity, as Kakashi would never risk that knowledge to anyone, but she had helped Kakashi with the more delicate matters of your girlhood your entire life. He had kept you in his own training since you graduated the academy, it was time for you to join a team and attempt the chunin exams. He knows you’ll pass easily, so why is it that he’s so nervous?

Because he knows the days of keeping you and Sasuke apart are over. He knew he wouldn’t be able to prevent it forever, but he wasn’t ready for you to revisit that time in your mind. He didn’t wan your hard work to crumble once you faced your old friend again, under the guise of an adopted Hatake. Would Sasuke call you out immediately? He hadn’t been given the same warnings to stay away, as far as Kakashi knew. The boy was angry, and he was boiling over with immense talent. He had been working with the boy on chidori and other sharingan practices that he had once done with you. Kakashi knew that there was nothing he could do to prevent Sasuke from seeking revenge, and it bothered him…deep down inside he knew you were the same way, your anger tamed to your own mind. You were quiet all the time, your chakra a lime green–just a few shades lighter than your brothers. He could feel your emotions and recklessness bubble inside you. It was just a matter of time, but the seasoned shinobi worried what would come of the girl once she was faced with the Lone Uchiha, and what would come of him when he saw her.

You were first. The beginning match was you against a girl named TenTen. You thought she looked silly. Ridiculous, almost. Her speciality was weapons, you heard her talking about it as all the chunin hopefuls piled into the colosseum type building. As far as you could tell, she had no special control of chakra or any impressive jutsu. This would be over quickly.

The two of you stepped forward, the sound of your first name making Sasuke’s heart stop. He looked over at the scene, brows knitting together in confusion. His teammates, Naruto and Sakura started whispering about the match. But they truly don’t know how to whisper, Sasuke tuning into their every word. Y/N? Hatake…? It looked like you, at least close to what he could remember. But you were definitely an Uchiha, and surely he would have known if you were living in the village this whole time?

“Kakashi Sensei’s daughter?” Naruto asked with a sense of disbelief. “I didn’t know Kakashi Sensei had a family!” He adds.

Sakura slaps him lightly on the arm. “He rescued her from the Stone! She was six when her parents died and the villagers were just too busy to take care of her, that’s what I heard.”

Sasuke arched his brow in curiosity. Kakashi really hadn’t mentioned you, and the way you walked around the battle ring piqued his interest. You were confident, cocky even. You let TenTen throw a few exploding kunai at you, easily outjumping them. You weren’t using sharingan, he noted, but there was no mistaking that smirk. That truly hadn’t changed a bit, your features easily identifiable to him. It seems like Kakashi attempted bleaching your hair at one point, but it had grown out now. You had dark black roots, your eyes big and dark brown. It was you, there was no argument to be made otherwise. You chuckled at TenTen, making her scrunch her nose up in anger. She charged at you with another kunai. You grasped her wrist, quickly turning it and making her drop the weapon, kicking her hard in the stomach, sending her flying through the air.

The crowd gasped, knowing the other girl would be seriously hurt if she landed on the hard ground from that height, the power of your chakra control something to be feared. You closed your eyes and weaved a hand sign. Out of nowhere, a giant lilypad caught TenTen, keeping her from serious harm. As the crowd sighed with relief, everyone watched more vines burst free from the ground, tying the opponent to the lilypad without any fuss.

Needless to say, you won the match effortlessly. Kakashi took a deep breath of relief, wandering over to his own team of hopefuls.

Sasuke stared at you, watching you help TenTen out of the plant trap once the winner was announced. He didn’t even notice Kakashi coming up behind them.

“Certainly an exciting first match!” Their sensei said with delight, as if he didn’t know anything about you and was just as surprised as everyone else.

Naruto nodded with widened eyes before remembering that Kakashi hadn’t mentioned being a father. “Hey, Kakashi Sensei, how come you didn’t tell us you adopted that girl?”

Sasuke tore his studying gaze away from you to hear the answer to this.

Kakashi shrugged. “It never came up, of course. My job is to train you as shinobi, not teach you my life story.” He replied coolly, as if they were unreasonable for wondering.

Sasuke narrowed his gaze at Kakashi, identifying that there was more to the story. There was something he was missing, why would they change your name and try to hide your hair? Why would Kakashi be involved? He needs to find you and ask you himself, because he clearly wasn’t getting anywhere with his sensei.

But how could he be certain you would talk to him? The last memory you share is his brother basically saying he kept you alive so that he could kill you later. Maybe you were trying to distance yourself from him specifically. Maybe you didn’t know he was here just as much as he didn’t know you were. It was his turn to fight next, but he planned to track you down after the battle was quickly won. You beat TenTen in 18 seconds, his goal was to beat that time. Then he would just have to make you understand that he wasn’t a threat to you.

He beat your time by six seconds, dismantling Choji Akimichi in 12. You smiled to yourself as you watched him, he was very good. Just as you hoped. It would always hurt to stay apart, you realized then. He surely recognized you from your fight, so now you had to work to keep him away. Just as the battle was wrapping up, you pushed through the crowds, getting stopped by some of the girls your age. You had briefly talked to some of them, but you didn’t care to now. You had to get away, distance yourself. He would surely come looking for you.

“Y/N-chan! Who do you think the hottest boy here is?” Ino asks, a beautiful blond girl with a ditsy grin.

You roll your eyes at the question. “Really, that’s what you’re worried about right now?” You ask, confused by her priorities. You turn your head, noticing people parting a little down the way, knowing what that means you turn back to the girl.

Ino giggles and nods. “I’m a great multi-tasker! I know all the girls are dying to get closer to Sasuke Uchiha!” She purrs, cheeks turning red at the mention of his name.

You sigh, with forced disgust you groan. “I for one don’t want to be anywhere near Sasuke Uchiha.” You say, folding your arms and walking onwards, hoping the digging comment would keep Sasuke at arms length.

You should know better than to think yourself lucky. You feel a weight on your shoulder, keeping you from getting away.

“Why would you say that?” He asked, voice on the quiet side as he stared at your back. Your hair was wavier than it was when you were younger, or maybe it was just because it was so long.

You scoff. “I don’t owe you anything.”

It was his turn to scoff. “Y/N Hatake?” He practically hisses at you. “I think you owe it to me to explain why you’re not using your sharingan.”

You turn and clap your hand down over his mouth. Your eyes are wide with a frenzied type of fear, searching around to make sure no one heard him. “Don’t say that. You don’t understand.”

He pushed you off him easily, looking at you with a mix of frustration and confusion. “No I don’t understand because no one tells me anything! I didn’t even know you were in the village!” He says angrily.

You bite the inside of your lip, debating your options. Maybe it would be easier to explain it all, maybe if he could understand why this was happening he could play his role and you could both stay safe. You know that would help put Kakashi at ease.

“Come with me.” You order pointedly, walking out of the building with the knowledge that you had at least twenty minutes until your next battle. You keep walking, far away from the building or any people.

Sasuke follows you into the treeline, mind racing. He didn’t know what to expect. He eyes you with his sharingan, noticing your abundance of chakra and power. He blinks his doujutsu away.

“Now.” He orders expectantly, folding his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know why…” You admit with a shrug, thinking back to what Itachi said that night, both about Mangekyo and how important it is to keep away from Sasuke. “But when Itachi took me away, he said ‘they’ couldn’t know that he spared me, that it was dangerous to have a male and a female. He said it was imperative for us to stay away from each other, “until it is time.” I’m not sure what that means, really. But Kakashi agrees…there’s more to this that I don’t even know.” You explain cautiously, your eyes trained on the boy in front of you. He hadn’t changed much, except for the most striking thing. His features were haunted by grief, the once happy and smiling eyes turned cold and empty. You wonder if he thinks the same of you.

“I would never hurt you.” He says simply, a hint of annoyance laced through it.

You blink at him a few times, unsure of how to respond. “I’m not scared of you.” You clarify for him, looking at a spot on the ground. “I’m scared of the ‘they’ Itachi was worried about.”

He considers this, looking at the same spot on the ground that you are, as if there were hidden answers stored there. “So that’s why Kakashi Sensei never mentioned you, then. He doesn’t want me around you.” He determines, the annoyance gone and replaced with a hint of sorrow.

“It’s not a personal grudge, he knows how hard it’s been on me…” You defend softly, the corners of your lips dropping. “Until we know who I’m hiding from, I have to stay under cover like this. I’m sorry..”

His body tensed with anger, you could tell he was close to snapping. “I want revenge, I swear I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him for what he did to me, what he did to you!” He announces, eyes teeming with tears of anger. “We can get revenge together, we can find and destroy those that caused this, and you can live as an Uchiha, like you’re supposed to! You can’t be a kunoichi without your sharingan!”

You sympathize with his pain, after all, you feel the same way. His offer of revenge sounds nice, so you nod. “When the day comes where we are ready to seek revenge, I’ll accompany you.” You say, envisioning the two of you as jounin, ready to track Itachi down.

He smiles when he hears this. “Until then.” He says, taking another look at you. If he wasn’t so damned angry, his heart would be relieved to see your familiar face, just a few years older. You were utterly unchanged, even the grief written into your face seemed to disappear when you smiled. He would keep his distance like you requested, until it was time to enact revenge.

You wait for Sasuke to disappear back into the treeline before you begin to walk back to the arena. It would be your turn soon, and you intend to impress–without your sharingan–just to prove how powerful you really can be.

By the end of your second match against Sakura, the crowd of other expecting chunin whispered amongst themselves. It really wasn’t her fault, she was like the others. She was completely unfocused on being strong, only desiring to look desirable. It’s a shame, you hoped she would change after this. Your Venus Flytrap jutsu was too much against any opponent, she was just its latest victim. Your giant flower sprouts from the ground and grabs the unsuspecting opponent in its teeth, releasing venom on your command. You wouldn’t take it that far unless you wished to kill. You make a few hand signs, “Release!” You call, letting Sakura tumble from the mouth of your monstrous flytrap.

Still the crowd spoke of your victories, all quick and painless. You were surely impressive, and it was no wonder you graduated to genin in a year, just like your adoptive father. “You can tell she’s trained by Kakashi Sensei.” Someone said as you walked past, shaking their head in wonder.

“She’ll be another heartless Anbu member in no time, just like her dad.” Someone else declared, linking your emotionless victories back to Kakashi’s vicious streak. You wanted to lash out in his defense, but maybe it’s better if they thought that of you. It’s good for them to compare you, as if you were related the whole time. It kept them from thinking anything was off, so you’d take it for now.

Sasuke was thoroughly impressed with your abilities, though he’d likely never say so aloud. Naruto was also occupying his mind as his rival was also the other popular subject amongst his classmates. Naruto won all of his battles that day, all his classmates plus the mysterious Y/N Hatake made it to chunin.

Things only spiraled from that day. Kakashi relaxed a little when you told him that Sasuke understood why you needed to keep your distance. He didn’t mind for his team to interact with you as much now, but Sasuke did.

He hated being close to you while not being able to be close to you. That annoying Naruto was quickly becoming a close friend to you, leaving Sakura to obsess over him. Needless to say he hated everything about that arrangement. He didn’t want Naruto near you in the slightest, and he hated pathetic girls like Sakura. He hated everyone, no one seemed to understand. He was training for a real goal, meanwhile the others just wanted to be cool. He wanted more, he needed more. He would never relinquish this goal. He would never admit that Naruto was stronger than him, even if it meant he had to leave to become stronger.

You told him that you would go with him, right? That when the day came, when he was ready to seek revenge, you would go with him. That’s what you said. So Sasuke was loud about his plans, he didn’t care to put Naruto down when he tried to stop him from leaving that day.

Even when Kakashi explained to him that revenge was not all he thinks it is, he was undeterred. The emotions swirling inside him, the life that was stolen away…he had to get that back. And if Kakashi wouldn’t help him do it, then he would find someone who will.

Sakura tried to stop him too, right on the edge of the village. The two of you sprinted there when you heard, Sakura a mess of tears, you a mess of nerves and emotion.

You watched with your mouth agape as Sakura begged him not to go, only met with fierce rebuttals and disapproval from the Lone Uchiha. She even offered to go with him, which evoked a warped laugh from the dark haired boy.

He was different. Completely consumed by his grief and desire for justice. He wasn’t thinking properly, and your heart dropped when you saw several shinobi from a different village drop from the trees. They’re here as escorts?

“Sasuke!” You shout in disappointment. “You’ll make yourself an enemy of the Leaf, just settle down and think about this for a minute, please!” You step forward, past Sakura and her unyielding tears.

He chuckled with mirth. “This is all I can think about, Y/N. I refuse to let Sakura join me on this, she’ll just ruin her name.” He groaned, appearing behind the girl and knocking her out in a swift motion, laying her body on a bench. You eye him in disbelief. He was serious about this. You didn’t doubt your ability to stop him by force, excepting the three or four sound village ninja that would surely interfere.

He looks at you with a crazed glint in his eyes. He holds out his hand to you. “Are you ready to go?”

You look from his hand and then back to him, shaking your head in shock. It’s that curse mark, you think to yourself. This isn’t him, he just needs to see that. “Sasuke, you’re being controlled. You’re not thinking clearly.”

His mouth drops open in surprise. “Oh on the contrary, dear Y/N. I’m thinking clearly for the first time!” He protests, staring at you with disgust. “You told me you wanted revenge too, you told me you’d join me!”

“I thought you meant when we were finished training! As Jounin! I didn’t think you meant defecting!” You defend yourself, thinking of Naruto’s heartbreak once he discovered that he wasn’t able to keep Sasuke.

“Pathetic.” Sasuke hissed, shaking his head at you. “You’re weak. That’s why you can’t bring yourself to leave. You know you can’t take revenge, I wouldn’t want you weighing me down anyway.” He spat, his words cut like a knife.

“Please don’t do this. They’ll send people after you! You can’t do this by yourself..” You plead desperately, hoping against all hope that you could get to the friend you once held so dearly.

“Watch me.” He says, casting one last disappointed glare over his shoulder before walking to the shinobi waiting to guide him away.

You watch him leave, the figures disappearing into the trees without a trace. You didn’t even notice the tears begin to roll down your face, nor did you hear Naruto and Kakashi land on either side of your body.

“Wh-what just happened, Y/N-chan?” Naruto asked innocently, trying to delude himself against the truth before he even heard it.

“Sasuke left the Leaf.” You reply, eyes fixated on the spot he last occupied in front of you. He was bound to be tracked down or hurt by someone dangerous before he could come to his senses. Had you upset him so badly that he would speak of your secret? Kakashi seems to know what you’re thinking as you make eye contact. You knew he wasn’t thinking clearly, the curse…you can get him, bring him back and have the mark removed.

“I can catch him if I go now..”

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The Wrong Way: Chapter 8

Dark!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Tommy Miller x reader (secondary)

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Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, and both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

I wanna add we're really heavy on the birth/pregnancy, forced birth, choking, domestic violence, threats of hanging and murder. Can't say I didn't warning yuh (unless i missed a warning of course. then please let me know so i cant edit ASAP) Like this is a rough chapter, a lot of violence to a pregnant woman. but I wanna say right now...

The baby will not be harmed in anyway. Baby will be born healthy, and live and have a good life in both the main ending and alt ending.

5k words (sorry not sorry lol)

Also to clarify a few things I guess i didn't make clear enough in previous chapters!

Joel only 'guessed' that Tommy and LO slept together. He had suspicions but thought he could trust Tommy and his 'girlfriend'. When LO rushed to stop Joel from hurting Tommy, that was his 'evidence'. Joel was beating Tommy because he found out about Maria.

Joel only heard part of the conversation between Zach and Little One. Nick said way back in chapter 3 the wall are thinner than she thinks. He didn't know Lorenzo had any part of it, and because LO didn't rat him out, he never will.

Thats my bad for not being clear!

Can you catch the Superstore homage? (aka i rewatched two episodes just to take it line for line lol)

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Month 3

No one warned you about morning sickness.

You knew fuck all about sex before you came to Joel’s, just a thing or two from your friend back at the ranch and how to get a man off with your mouth or hands, but pregnancy and birth was next to nothing. You didn’t even know how pregnancy happened really, other than a penis in a vagina until you asked Tommy early on if you were going to get pregnant. After a very uncomfortable talk for both of you, Tommy explained that Joel told him he pulls out, so you should be good… Lorenzo said you can still get pregnant that way, but thinking back to the night Joel almost killed Tommy and you… Joel finished inside… the timing added up.

Pregnancy and birth were entirely unknown to you, and you wished someone would just give you a heads up. Joel had a daughter and no doubt had been through at least once pregnancy, and Lorenzo had mentioned 4 of his 6 older sisters got pregnant before leaving the house… something about no sex education, men too old for them, and their religion not believing in birth control or abortion… but you didn’t know what half those words meant, and after Lorenzo mercilessly made fun of you for days about not knowing Joel’s song for you was actually a very famous song, you didn’t dare ask him about the words, or anything with pregnancy. You didn’t want to ask Joel either, not wanting to give away how terrified you were, not wanting him to think you didn’t want to… But you did! You did want this baby, you reminded yourself again and again and again, because Joel was good to you, Joel took care of you, Joel would care for this baby too. You’d be bound to him, and he’d never get tired of you this way, and he wouldn’t hurt the mother of his child, right?

The birth was something you tried not to think about.

So here you were, puking your gut out before you even had breakfast and Joel held your hair back.

“Shhh, shhhhhhh” he coo’d and you heaved, yellow bile and acid coming up from inside you since the little food in your stomach from dinner had been thrown up 5 minuets ago.

With a final spit into the toilet, you sink back and Joel wipes your mouth for you. “I think that’s it.” You mutter, and Joel carries you into your shared bedroom, laying you down with the care of an infant before kissing your forehead.

“Don’t worry about breakfast, little one. I don’t need anything this morning.” He says before kissing your cheek. But you were worrying about breakfast, because you wanted it… but the only way you’d be getting food is if you made it. Tommy wasn’t here to care for you anymore. “I’ll be gone until the evening, what's for dinner?”

The thought of cooking, the thought of raw meats and the strong smells of spices made you want to vomit again. “I dunno…”

“I think a few of them chickens is ready to be butchered, you ever made chicken parmesan? We got that cheese I brought back yesterday, you could make something like that.”

You groan a bit, exhausted and tired despite being only 3 months in. You didn’t sleep at all last night, nightmares of the past and the future plaguing you. He knew that you didn’t sleep, you had told him… “Joel I can’t, the butchering, I feel so-”

“I’ll make Lorenzo do it.” He promises. “Chicken parmesan it is then?” He decided for you. What he didn’t understand is it wasn’t just butchering a few chickens. To make chicken parm you need chicken breasts, not the rest of it. You didn’t waste meat, so Lorenzo kills (you could do it on a normal day, but not with your heightened smell) then you pluck, clean, Lorenzo butchers, then you have to separate the different parts and put them into hygienic storage and take them to the freezer locker, then thoroughly clean yourself, all the tools and surfaces (and Lorenzo) to prevent illness. It would take hours. But Joel didn’t see that, he only ever saw the food at the end of his day.

“Okay” You agree reluctantly, and he begins kissing your neck and groping you, no doubt wanting a quicky before a long day of unspeakable violence. “Joel, please, I don’t feel good.” You beg him not to, but you learned in the past that this never got far.

His morning breath wasn’t helping anything as he tugged down your shorts. “I’ll be quick.”

You knew what that meant. Joel slid into you with no prep, no lubrication, and it burned. The steady rocking was the last thing you needed right now, and with his head buried in your neck, you covered your mouth as the nausea took over. You threw up, but like everything the last several months, you just swallowed it down again to deal with when Joel was gone. When he came inside (wasn’t he worried about you getting pregnant again?) you quickly pull up your pants and run to the bathroom, pushing past Lorenzo no doubt on his way to babysitting duties with you.

As he watched you run past and heard the sounds of throwing up, Lorenzo caught Joel’s arm as he brushed past. “Peppermint or ginger. Find it, whatever form it's in. Oils, drops, whatever. If you can find the leaves or the root we can make it into a tea. Just find it, it’ll help her nausea.”

Month 4

“Okay Lorenzo, I got a question for you, and you can’t make fun of me.” You say as you cook, the swell of your belly beginning to show now.

“No guarantees.” He says, sitting his drink. How did he find so much alcohol?

“Fine. Okay… when Joel and I have sex-”

He visibly cringed. “Since when do we talk about our sex lives?”

“Renzo.”

“Fine, go on. But remember I’m not exactly an expert on female anatomy.”

You take a deep breath. “Okay. Well I told you he always pulls out right? Um… ever since I told him im pregnant… he doesn’t.”

Lorenzo waits for you to continue, but you don’t. You think that’s it. “What the problem?”

You continue to avoid looking at him, stirring the soup. “Well.. what if I get pregnant again?”

He stares at you like he’s trying to make sense of your question before the recognition sets in. “OH!” But before he explains what he means… his face shifts… theres something sad in there, a hint of pain in his eyes you only saw once, the face he had as he looked at you in disgust while Joel carried you from the bedroom to the bath while you were covered head to toe in spit and cum and period blood… was it pity? “Jesus kid… No one really taught you anything, did they?”

“C’mon, just tell me.”

Scrubbing his face, he sighed. “No, you can’t get pregnant while your already pregnant.”

Oh. “Wait… really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Ah. Okay then.”

There was a long, long silence before he spoke again. “If you got any other question about, like… pregnancy and birth… I can try and answer.”

Joel had been trying to find a doctor, a midwife, something for you… but it was slim pickings in Wyoming.

Five minuets later, you were squealing, covering your ears, but laughing. “Ew! What the hell is a mucus plug! You know what, I don’t wanna-”

“IT’S A PLUG FULL OF MUCUS IN YOUR VAGINA WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?!?!” He yells loud enough to get past your attempt at blocking your ears.

“NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH!!! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” But you still could.

“Honestly in the last month or two all kinds of weird things are gonna come out of you including but not limited to a very slimey and weird looking baby.”

You gasp, feigning indignance. “How dare you insult my unborn child!”

“It ain’t personal, sweetheart. All babies look ugly as fuck as newborns. Now, let’s get back to the gritty details.”

With a squeal, you try to run away. “No! I know enough!” But you’re laughing. It felt like you were messing around with Zach back in your childhood home.

“My sister Elaina lost like 4 teeth.”

“AAAHHHHH!”

Month 5

Joel had finally found a midwife of sorts. Well, technically, Jack did, as it was his cousin. Maura had been a nurse in the birthing wing a short time before everything went to shit and had been helping women deliver babies ever since. Initially, she told Jack to keep his mouth shut. She hated Joel and didn’t want a thing to do with him, but when no one else showed up and you were in your 5th month, she relented, purely for the sake of the innocent kidnapped girl.

“Put the fucking gun away, Joel.” She said as she entered your room, grabbing the barrel in Joel’s hands and pointing it to the floor. “Point that shit at me again and I’m not helping your child bride.” She stared him down, head tilted up only slightly to reach his eyes. If she was intimidated by Joel, she wouldn’t

Joel glared at her, but he didn’t have many options. “If you hurt her-”

“From what I hear, you’re doing enough of that yourself. Now, you stand up against the wall and watch if you want to, but don’t interfere, and do not try to intimidate me, understood?”

You watched in awe as she stood her ground… It had been months before you had done anything of the sort against Joel, only standing up to him when Tommy’s life was in danger. Joel gave a curt nod and she turn to approach where you lay, sat up against some pillows.

A gentle smile was on her face, but it was clear she was here for business. Still, her confidence and certainty put you at ease.

“My name’s Maura, I’ll be helping deliver this baby.” She was beautiful, with long black hair and a light smattering of freckles on her face, but got straight to the point. It was clear she knew what she was doing, asking you questions you hadn’t even thought of yet and examining you. When she was done, she stood up, looking at you, not Joel. “It seems despite the circumstances-”

Joel tried to interrupt. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean”

But Maura ignored him, keeping your attention with her bright brown eyes. “Despite the circumstances, everything appears to be progressing naturally, theres no cause for concern as of right now. But you need to keep things low stress.” It was then she turned to glare at Joel, to emphasize her point.

Maura said she’d be staying near-by and Joel was paying her a hefty price for her services. When you’d go into labor, Joel was to send a man on horse to fetch her, preferably Jack, but she warned she would armed, and she’d be there shortly.

That night, Joel held you close as you discussed baby names.

“How about Loretta? Like that singer you liked?”

Joel hums, none commital. “I always liked Dorothy, we could call her Dolly as a nickname. I know you like Dolly Parton” Joel had been teaching you about old country music, and you certainly had a few favorites. Not knowing many women in general, your pool of girl names was not strong so you drew from singers he’d mentioned.

You scrunch up your nose a bit at that. “I like Dolly, I don’t like Dorothy.”

“It was my grandmas name, I’d really like to name our daughter after her.” His voice had that tone to it, the one that left little room to argue, but you tried to push past Dorothy.

“Maybe June? Like June Carter?” You knew how particle he was to Johnny Cash, but also... that was the name of the only friend you had before Tommy.

“That’s beautiful, little one, June it is.” He smiles into your skin, and you think you’ve won, when he says. “Dorothy June.”

He had already decided, and there was no real option to argue or change his mind. You’d just call her Dolly, then.

You had one thing you really, really wanted for boy name, and you desperately hoped you could get it, but you couldn’t tell him why. You didn’t want any more kids so this was your only shot. You hadn’t even wanted this one, but as your stomach swelled with life, motherly love came with it and you decided you’d make the best of the situation. The child inside you was your number one priority. “Okay, boys? I really like Caleab… It’s my favorite boy name…” You didn’t have to tell him that was Zach’s middle name.

“I like it, bebita.”

You got what you wanted. You knew Joel was hoping for a girl, so you figured he was less particular on the boy name.

“Got any ideas for the middle name?” You ask him.

“Nothing in mind, really. I’m open…” He kisses your neck. “Anything you want?”

You keep quiet. The name you wanted… he’d never go for.

Joel pulled you closer, nuzzling his face against you as he whispered. “Ah. I see.” You freeze. Tommy hadn’t been so much as alluded to since he barely made it out alive and you thought for sure Joel would have a fit, and you began to prepare yourself to feel a hand wrapped around your throat… But he tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed into your locks as he settled down for bed. “Caleb Thomas”

Month 6

Lorenzo was getting on your fucking nerves today, and you were about to fling the frying pan, bubbling grease and all, at his face.

“Will you shut up?”

“No, I’m not going to shut up because you are being fucking stupid!” Instead of his usual spot sitting at the kitchen table, he’s standing, arms crossed, in the doorway as you tried to get diner done. “I told you the first day, you are a dumb. Bitch.” he was drunk, three sheets to the wind and absolutely no filter.

“You have no fucking idea what I am! I am trying to fucking survive, Lorenzo, I am trying to keep myself and this baby-”

“You are playing housewife to a serial murder and a rapist!” He yells at you, clearly frustrated. “You are rewarding all the bad things he’s ever done you just give positive reinforcement-”

“Don’t fucking blame me! I’m not reinforcing the bad, I’m reinforcing the good!” You storm over to him, glaring Lorenzo down. “You have no fucking idea how bad things were! I used to dream about killing myself, about dying, about Joel finally snapping and doing it! I am doing the best in the conditions I have!”

“You could have left! You could have left with Zach and gone off with him for fucks sake!”

With a burst of anger you didn’t know was even in you anymore, you shove him, hard, causing the drunk to fall over. “You wanna know what he did last time I tried to run? He caught me within 10 minuets, dragged me back and chained me to this table-” You point at the table that you and Joel sit at most evenings now for diner. “And raped me in front of everyone, Lorenzo! Then he branded me and left me to be gang raped by all your little buddies here! And no one could stop him, not even Tommy! All Tommy could do is stand by and watch, and unchain me after Joel left before anyone could do anything more!”

Lorenzo was not deterred. “That’s my fucking point!”

“If I leave and he catches me, I am dead!”

Scoffing, Lorenzo rolls his eyes from where he’s slumped against the floor. “Yeah, that’s why”

Unsure how much more you can take from him, you motion him to continue.

“You just don’t wanna admit you fell in love with your rapist.”

That was enough. You begin to walk away from him, but he follows after you.

“What about when you give birth, huh? What kind of father is he going to be? Are you going to stand by while he beats your kids?”

“SHUT UP!” You scream, still walking away.

“And what if you have a daughter? You just gonna let him molest her like your dad-”

You wipe around so fast you don’t even have time to blink. “No, Joel isn’t like that.”

Lorenzo laughs at you, cruel and loud. “You are 20 years younger than him, he raped you! You really think he’s above-”

“YES! He will not hurt her like that!”

“And if you have a son? Do you really wanna raise a man like Joel? The kind of man who beats and rapes innocent girls?”

Tears prickle at your eyes now, a terrible tightness in your chest bubbling with stomach bile. “N-no, that’s not gonna happen, I won’t let-”

“Oh, because you’ve had so much choice the last year, havn’t you. Sooooo much control.”

“I won’t.” You shake your head vigorously. “I won’t let anything happen to my baby, Joel won’t hurt them.”

“So, say he doesn't. You really gonna raise a kid here? Half the men here would’ve raped you, given the chance! You really think your child is safe here?”

You can’t argue with him when he’s right. But he doesn’t get it. Joel is good now, Joel protects you, Joel will protect the baby… Joel is gentle now… soft, kind… he thinks of you, he sings you songs… he plays music for you, he’ll be a good dad… You’ll be okay…

You shut down, going into autopilot. You don’t look at Lorenzo as you walk back to the kitchen to finish frying the chicken. Joel would be home soon.

Month 7

“JACK! GET MAURA!” Joel shouts as you groan on the bed, the tight contractions hurting.

“Joel, it hurts!” You call for him, and in a flash Joel is at your bedside, letting you squeeze his hand.

“I know, little one, I know…” He pets your hair, having flashbacks to Sarah’s birth…. He wanted another girl so bad, but god, he just wanted a healthy baby and for his girl to make it out alive. Birth was dangerous in modern medicine, nonetheless a post-apocalyptic shitstorm.

Lorenzo stood in the doorway, biting his nails. “You’re not due for another 8 weeks!”

Grunting through the pain, you let a rare bout of sarcasm slip. “Oh yeah, that’s right, never mind.”

“Could be false labor, you know? That’s called Braxton-Hicks contractions?” Lorenzo looked more nervous than you.

Joel ignored him. “It’s gonna be okay, Maura’s on her way and I think even out here 32 weeks is gonna be okay.” Joel wasn’t entirely sure about his own words. 32 weeks meant a premature baby, and pre-mature usually meant NICU… but there was no NICU to go to… if the babies lungs were under developed or anything like that, there were no options.

Lorenzo was chewing through his nails enough to draw blood. “Or maybe it’s Braxton-Hicks”

At that, Joel finally acknowledges Lorenzo. “Okay, we get it, you know the term Braxton-Hicks, we’re all very impressed.”

“AHHHHHHH” You yell, wishing to get there was something for the pain.

Lorenzo wouldn’t shut up. “Okay, contractions are getting longer, that means your in active labor?”

“Her water hasn’t broke yet!”

“Is she dilated?”

“Does it look like her pants are off to you?”

“Well check!”

“I don’t know how to tell! Weren’t you bragging last month you helped your sister give birth in a Walmart?”

“That doesn’t mean I know how to check if she’s dilated!”

“You know more than me!”

“I’m not sticking my fucking face between legs!”

“Oh, because you’re gay you’re suddenly scared of vagina’s?”

“What are you talking about?”

“So you’d rather let her just die?”

“DIE? Joel she’s not gonna die because I’m not looking at her fucking cu-”

“GUYS” you shout, causing both to turn and look at you. “The contractions stopped.”

There’s a moment of silence before Lorenzo speaks. “Oh. Huh. That’s uhhh… Braxton-Hicks I guess. False labor.”

As Joel kissed you that night, sex was the last thing you wanted, but you knew there was no point in fighting it.

Joel sucked on your throat, already bruised with dark marks from the night before, now sore and aching with new licks and bites, his hands roaming to expanse of skin presented before him. Gripping, feeling, pinching, tugging, some things felt good, some hurt, but that didn’t matter. He’d get you off, he always did, at night anyway, but you knew sometimes he just liked to feel you, feel what he owned. The pain is mine. Your cries are mine, your cunt is mine. And if you bleed? Your blood is mine.

Your belly round and swollen with child, he could not hardly keep his hand off it, every time his hand traveled to explore, it quickly found itself returning to its home, never wanting to miss a kick. He slithered down, nestling his face between your legs and devouring your pussy the way he did your neck, the way he did every piece of you, body and soul and until there was nothing left but this subservient version of you, weak and obedient to his hands. He lapped you up, skilled tongue exploring through your folds only pausing to nibble at the soft skin of your thighs or kiss the round stomach above him. He felt extra possessive today, a desperate, anxious way about him as he devoured you so hungrily you wondered if he intended to eat you, swallow you whole to keep you with him forever; a communion, and you were the eucharist, a matrimony of cannibalism.

You wanted to tug at his hair, you wanted to entangle yourself in him but your belly was in the way, so you simply laid back and enjoyed as he tongue fucked you, prodding at your entrance, his hands on the globe where your child waits to be born.

“Fuck, Joel, need you, need to cum, please.”

You beg for him, plead, and he devours. Joel knows you love when his perfect, plus lips such at your mound and your clit with long fingers fingering into you, and you yelp when they curl up and hit that spot inside you. “Keep moaning, little one, let me hear you.”

You obliged. Sometimes you wondered how sick everyone in the house was of hearing you, but they weren’t the ones you needed to please; pleasing Joel kept you alive.

“I need you inside me, please” Nudging him with your leg as you cry for his cock. “Joel, I gotta have you inside me, I need to cum on your cock, please? Please, Joel-”

A wet, sloppy sound as he detached from you, and his eyes looked just as hungry as he acted while he crawled up. “You beg so pretty, little one, such a pretty little cock whore.”

But you didn’t have time for his talking, you needed him inside you, now; the hormones of the pregnancy had a mind of their own. You take a chance and push him down, watching Joel smile as you straddle his waist. “God, I just- just need you.”

“The take me, little one, take me”

You cry out as you sink down onto him, feeling your cunt split on him. “Fuuuck!” Sobbing, you take him fully and begin to fuck yourself on him.

“Just like that, pretty girl, fuck, taking me so well, gonna have you all stretched out to have this baby, huh? Gonna give me a child, little girl? A baby of our own? Fuck, fuck you look so pretty like this, swollen with my child, stretching your stomach as I stretch your cunt, fucking perfect, my perfect wife.”

Wife.

Wife?!

You knew Joel was delusional… but fuck, Lorenzo was right… you were playing house wife. Joel thought of you as his wife…

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, again, and again, keep you constantly knocked up, make our happy little family, you and me and a dozen little kids running around, FUCK, our family, our family.”

You continued the pace, you couldn’t falter, you couldn’t slow down, you couldn’t hesitate; you couldn’t give any sort of reason for him to think you didn’t want this…

But it suddenly struck you

You were trapped. Joel trapped you with a baby, knowing you’d need him to protect it, knowing you’d never leave your child… and now he was going to keep you pregnant. You could never leave with 5,6,7 kids, it would be impossible.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock little one, just little that…” Joel reached out to touch you, roughly manhandling your tits that were swollen and engorged.

You begin to cry, but that wouldn’t give away anything for Joel; he fucking loved that shit.

One hand on your breast, one on your clit. “Cry on my cock, baby girl, cry when you cum.”

You did, you sobbed as you came, your body betraying the horrors you felt at his hands.

Month 8

“Hey Joel? Can I talk to you about something?”

You had to do it. You had to. And it had to be now. You two had fucked less than half an hour ago and he was currently eating your food, humming contently. He was always lovey-dovey after sex, and was always much happier after food… The pair didn’t line up often, so now was your chance.

“What’s on your mind, little one? Nervous about being a mother? You’ll be a great mom; I just know it.” He smiled at you with puppy dog eyes, looking up from his plate, and you couldn’t help smiling back, not when he showered you with compliments.

“Well… you’ve said before you wanted lots of kids… but we… well this little baby was an accident.”

“A miracle, not an accident.” Joel corrected you. You didn’t see how conceiving a child the night he was threatening to blow your brains onto a wall for sleeping with his brother if you didn’t shoot said-baby’s uncle was a miracle… but you digress

“Right. Well… we never really talked about more kids… and although I’m over the moon about this baby, I did initially not want to have it.” Joel’s face began to darken, but you powered through. “Maybe we could see how we feel about one kid after a few years before thinking about-”

Joel slammed down his silverware. “What are you trying to say.”

But you freeze. This was a bad idea, you needed to placate immediately, you needed to calm him down. “N-nothing, Joel, just thinking out loud.”

He stood up, a deadly, blank stare on his face, so far removed from the adoration as he bestowed kisses on your ever-growing belly. Joel walked around the table, standing behind you and placing firm hands on your shaking shoulders, leaning into your ear.

“You say’n you don’t want my kids? Don’t wanna be their mama? You don’t wanna be my wife?”

“No, no that’s not-” But you don’t get a chance to finish, his hand is wrapped around your throat and insane strength pulling you up and out of the chair, the wooden furniture toppled to the side in a loud clatter. He slams the back of your head against the drywall, you’re toes barely touch the ground; struggling to breath, you claw at his hand, but he doesn’t even blink.

The panic begins to set it.

“YOU ARE NOT IN CHARGE! YOU DO NOT GET TO MAKE CHOICES!” He screams, and out of the corner of your eye you watch as a few men hesitantly gather, like vultures waiting on the next piece of deadmeat. You couldn’t see who, but it didn’t matter. Even the good ones couldn’t intervene.

Joel’s face was suddenly right in front of yours. “Everything you have, any freedom, any luxuries, any power you think you have is because I have given it to you.” Black spots appeared, your vision blurring, sinking into the unknown and god, did it feel sweet. Was it finally over? “I bought you, I own you, you have no rights! You are nothing! You are nothing but a toy for me to play with, a breeding bitch and you should be so lucky to sit at my table!”

He let go, but as you gasped for breath, Joel yanked at your hair and patched you across the room, not letting go of his grasp on you as you flung into the counter. What he didn’t know, what he could never understand was how the handle of the draw rammed into the brand on your side. Suddenly, all sense, all rational went out the window, and you were violently thrust back to last year as he burned his initials into your skin. The flashbacks were triggered, and the result was nothing short of hysteria. You cry out for the only person who would step in.

“TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMYYYY” You scream, the fact Tommy was miles away didn’t matter, nor did the fact this would only anger Joel more. This didn’t matter; you wanted him, no one but him, and all sense was knocked out of you.

Joel pulls you up by your hair and slaps you hard enough that you taste blood and screams at you to not say Tommy’s name, but you can’t stop, you scream and scream and scream for him to come save you and your baby, the precious little life inside you that has never done anything wrong.

You fight and claw and panic, hysterics drowning out the one or two voices telling Joel to stop; who they belonged to, you couldn’t say.

Joel stopped listening, and the voices grow louder as Joel drags you, kicking and screaming, outside; rope and a chair in his hand, your hair in the other, and Joel walked with long strides to a tree outside.

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YEEEEEEESSSSHHHHHHHHHHH Cliiiiiff hanger, hanging from a cliiiiiiffff thats why he's caaaaallled, Cliff Hangers!

Who else used to watch Inbetween The Lions? Anyway.

Who wanna guess what happens!

Only two chapters left!

For the sake of credit, if you didn't find the superstore reference or dont watch the show, most of the dialogue between Joel and Lorenzo and LO was between Amy and Jonah from two birth related episodes of superstore

Also, Maura is named after my dear dear friend @maura-honey who although is not generally a fanfiction girlie, made a tumblr so she could read, like and reblog this series and always sends me such lovely messages <3

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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months

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Cross-Checked - Chapter 3

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter 3 – Luke’s Gonna Kill Me - Leighton

**Six weeks later**

The season was off to a great start. Andy and Luke had an epic start to the season in light of everything that happened with Craig. Speaking of Craig, he ended up getting traded to Tampa Bay which made Andy extremely happy. From what I heard from some of the WAGs, Fiona refused to move to Florida with him. So much for true love. Last I heard, she took a job in New York.

Good riddance.

Andy and I had gotten into a good routine once I finished moving in and so far, I love living with my best friend. As social media director, I got to travel with the team, so I saw Andy and my brother all the time. It made dealing with the heart ache that much easier. Bret had left an email letting me know where the stuff I didn’t take with me was and that was about it. No groveling, no asking for me to reconsider. Three years together and that was it. I wasn’t sure if I felt relieved, heartbroken or depressed. Yes, when it happened, I cried on Andy’s shoulder but I think it was the shock of Bret asking me to be his little housewife. On well, life moves on.

The Bruins were three weeks into the season, and I was packing up for a 10-game road trip when I heard the front door slam. Heavy footsteps hit the stairs and my favorite pair of blue eyes were in my doorway. “Hey princess!”

Yes, I am well aware mat my parents are big Star Wars fans and named their kids Luke and Leia. After I grew up a bit and Luke and Andy had watched said movies, Andy took to calling me "Princess" no matter how much I objected to the name stuck and here we are.

“Hey Chewy!” If I had to get an awful Star Wars nickname, then so did he

Andy threw himself onto my bed. “Ready for the road trip?”

I sighed as I packed the last packing cube into my suitcase. Yes, I was one of those that used packing cubes. I liked to be organized and plan everything out. Sue me. “Almost,” I replied. “Just got to get my carry-on tote.”

Andy looked over my bags. “How much shit does one girl need?” He lifted out a cube and I yanked it back.

“Don’t judge me! Not all of us were born devilish good looking in just a button down and jeans. I need to have options.” I put the cube back into its place as I looked over my packing list.

“Princess, you are just living up to the title now,” Andy said with a laugh.

I blushed. “One of these days you’ll need a sewing kit and can’t find one and you’ll be crawling to me for help.” I grabbed a pillow and smacked him with. “And If you continue to be mean to me then no chicken parm for you.”

Andy perked up. “Chicken parm?” I knew I had him with his favorite meal

“Yep with home made garlic bread.”

Andy flopped down with a moan. “What did I do to deserve you?” I giggled as I made check marks on my list. “Like you clean and cook and all I have to do is my own bathroom and laundry and give money for groceries.”

“It’s Iike having a girlfriend without all the messiness,” I dead panned. I’m not sure why I said it but it pulled at my heart all the shit that Andy had to go through with the spawn of Satan. It also cut me to know that Andy would never see me as anything other than his best friend. I think that stung more.

“Hey, its not like that, Princess,” Andy started. “You know that I cherish you more than anyone in the world.” He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. “I didn’t mean with anything my comment. I'm saying that living with my best friend has been the greatest time of my life.”

Goddammit. Why does he have to say shit like that? I give him a soft smile. “Its been the best time for me too, Chewy.”

Andy bounced out of bed. “Let’s go eat so we head out to the plane.” He placed himself in front of me and I climbed on his back so he could carry me down stairs.

As Andy takes out my bag from the trunk, a body slams into me from behind. “Oof!”

“Hey girl!” I smile at the voice of Bruins trainer and best friend Stella Williams

“Hey Stel.” I turned as I grabbed my bag. “I’m all set to be stuck on an overnight flight with my best friend and 30 men who have no sense of privacy.” I gave a big smile to Andy, who rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. If I wasn’t aboard, who will protect you from your brother?” My mouth went to argue but he was right. Dammit. “That’s what i thought.”

“You know, I hate you sometimes.” I stick my tongue out at him.

“No, you don’t.” He flashes that fucking smirk that could make a nun swoon.

I really don’t but I won’t admit it. I headed to the plane with my head held high, ignoring the laughter coming from Stella and Andy behind me.

“Hey little sister!” Luke came over and lifted me into a hug. “How are you, Cubby?”

While Andy called me Princess, Luke called me Cubby as in his baby cub that he took care of. Made sense since Lukas Andrews was not a small man. Standing 6 foot 1 and easily 230 pounds of solid muscle, Luke was one of the best enforcers for the Bruins. He protected his players, and he learned that by protecting me.

“Hey Flyboy.” Oh yeah, if Andy and I had Star Wars nick name, then Luke would have one too. Yes, I know, that’s what Leia called Han but Luke had no good nicknames. We’ve done the research. One weekend, six movies and Andy forever calling himself “General Solo.” The man has a problem sometimes. “I’m doing good, attempting to control myself from hurting your captain.”

“What did Andy do now?” Luke smiled, looking over my shoulder at his best friend. I harrumphed at his attitude and shoved my suitcase in his gut, bending him over with an oof. “What?”

“Gang up on me and pay the consequences, Flyboy. Just remember who makes you look good on social media so the ladies think they have a chance.” I flash him my “sugary sweet and so innocent smile that you should fear” smile. His smile falls and he swallows.

“You are scary sometimes, you know that?”

“I do, and yet, you still gave me your password.” I flounced away, taking the stairs up the plane to get to my seat. The plane is divided into three sections. Coaches and trainers are usually up front, followed by support staff and then the players. Stella and I are the bridge between support and trainers and sit together on the plane. As I was getting my headphones and book ready for the flight to California, I stopped and said hello to all the players as they walked by. Most just nod or wave, Andy moved to ruffle my head, which I dodged and smacked his hand as he laughed. I got myself settled, waiting for Stella.

“Hey Leia,” another voice sounds. I snap my head over to see one of our goalies, Jeremy, stop at my aisle.

(Meet Jeremy)

“Hi, Jeremy.” I really don’t know what to say. Jeremy stopping to say hello to me is new, not unwelcome but new. He is one of the best goalies in the business and well, fuck it, he’s really cute. “Ready for the road trip?” I ask because I have nothing else.

“Ready! Always wanted to go to Disneyland,” he said with a wink.

My dead heart beats just a bit faster. Its been two months since Bret left and I haven’t even thought of another man, besides Andy. I forgot what it felt like to be flirted with. “That would be cool if we had the time.” I saw Stella board. “Oops, here comes trouble!” I announce as Stella approaches.

“I’ll let you get settled.” Jeremy smiles. “Maybe we can have a drink sometime. See ya Leia, Stella.” He moved on to his seat and I watched as he walked away. I caught Andy’s face looking at me and for a moment, he looked angry but then he smiled at me, and I knew it was ok.

“Why was Jeremy Swayman talking with you,” Stella asked. She loved a good romance story.

I shrugged. “No clue.”

Thirty minutes later we were in the air and the team manager was going over the schedule for the next ten days. A ten-day roadie is brutal in the best of times but one with a huge time difference was the worst. The captain announced we were at altitude and shut off the lights in the cabin. I needed to try and stay awake so I didn’t get jet-lagged and would be able to snap our arrival in San Jose. Suddenly, my stomach twisted. “Stel, move please?”

“We haven’t even had anything to drink yet,” she grumbled slowly.

“Stella, move!” I whisper yelled. She moved and I raced up the aisle. I made it into the bathroom and heaved everything we had for dinner. I sank to the floor as I tried to breathe through the pain in my stomach and throat. After a few minutes, I was able to get up and wash my face and mouth as best I could.

“What the hell was that, Leia?” Stella looked me over. “Girl, you are pale and clammy.”

“I have no fucking clue, Stel. My stomach just hurt all of sudden.” Great, that was the last thing i needed. I didn’t want to be sick while we were in California. Early November in California still meant great weather and I wanted to take advantage since fall has already made an appearance in Boston. “I hate being sick on the road.” I threw back my head against the head rest.

“Maybe it's just a one off, Leia. It happens. Let’s just wait and see in San Jose.”

The rest of the flight was fine and traveling to LA meant that it was only three hours from when we took off according to the body clocks. The guys were headed to the hotel bar, but Stella and I stayed in, reviewing the photos that i took as we left the plane.

“These are so good, Leia. Everyone is looking good. Especially Swayman, Barber and your brother.” She gives me a smirk while I gag.

“Gross Stella. My brother is not hot.” I make a disgusted face as I look at him. His cocky smile came because I said I would send the photo to Miranda. I shuddered and looked at the photos of Andy. The guys are required to be dressed in business casual at minimum. Most are in slacks and a button down, but Andy is never in less than a three piece. It's his signature fit and let me tell you, I and the rest of the female population, appreciate it. Today’s was a three piece blue pinstripe. Many blessings to his tailor because that suit fits like a glove.

“You can stop drooling over Barber and tell me what is going on with Swayman.” Stella takes a drink of the wine we brought with us.

I feel my cheeks burn a little. “I don’t know. I know the guys know I’m single now because my brother had a big mouth but that thing with Jeremy is new.” Very new. As in, what the fuck is going on. Jeremy is handsome, I would be blind to deny that but I’m just not ready to date. “It's nice though, to be flirted with.”

“Andy flirts with you all the time,” Stella points out.

“He does not. He’s nice because he’s my best friend, my brother’s best friend. It's been that way for years.” Disappointment washes over me. “Yeah, right would Andy Barber have a thing for me. I mean, let’s check Stella. I clean for him, he makes me breakfast. I make dinner, he does dishes. We are in a mutually beneficial relationship, and not a romantic one.”

Stella rolls her eyes. “You are either blind or naive, Andrews. The man is into you.”

I lay back on the bed with a sigh. “I wish. Especially when he is walking around in just a shirt and gray sweatpants. Or in the mornings when he is climbing out of the pool after his swim.”

“Tell me,” Stella swoons. “Tell me he had more than six abs.”

“I will not. He has six and they are spec-tac-ular.” I went to sit up and that twist happens again, and I run to the bathroom. Stella follows to hold my hair back as I have my exorcist moment. Finally, it stops, and I sit back against that bathroom wall.

Stella gets a washcloth and wets it. She crouches down and presses it against my forehead, and I moan at how good it feels. “I don’t mean to upset you but is there something you want to tell me?” I look up at my best friend’s eyes. “I mean, could you be pregnant?”

I laughed a little. “Stella, be real. I haven’t had sex since...” and I stop. I count back and realize that I didn’t have a cycle and I’m late for this month. “Oh, shit.”

I think Stella can see the panic on my face. “Ok, relax. I’m going to the corner market, and I’ll be right back. It's gonna be ok. Can I leave you here and promise you won’t do anything drastic?” I nod because I really can’t say anything. She leaves and I’m alone.

Why the fuck didn’t I notice before? I mean, I guess the stress of the break up and the move took its toll. Add on that and work and of course I wouldn’t have notice. Bret was hyper aware when it was time because he liked to schedule his work trips around it. He didn’t want to be around for the inevitable break downs and cravings of having your period. God, he was such a jerk. Thinking of him made me think of when this possibly could have happened. And it hits me. It had been around Labor Day, and we were fooling around before his work trip. I was that 0.03% of woman who have her contraception fail.

Stella walks back a moment later and hands me a test. I stare at it like it's a snake ready to strike my hand and I look up at Stella. “The faster you do this the faster you can either panic or party. It's up to you.”

She’s right and I hate it. I pee on the stick and set it on its wrapping on the counter. I walk out and chug about half a gallon of water, in fear, I think. “What am I going to do?”

“Not yet,” she says. We sit there in silence as we wait for the longest three minutes of my life. I’m not sure if I want it to be positive. Yes, I’ve always wanted kids. But I thought I would be married and happy. I’m happy but I live with my brother’s best friend and what if he doesn't want kids in his home? What if he asks me to leave? I know my brother would take me in but who really wants to live with their brother? Miranda just moved in. Stella’s phone beeps and I look at her. “Ready?”

“No.” She looks at me with her threatening face, which is terrifying by the way, and she points to the bathroom. I get up, my legs shaking and head to the counter.

“What am i going to do Stella?” We’re sitting at the restaurant in the hotel the next morning. I’m hungry, which is a nice change from being nauseous.

“Let’s get through the road trip and then we will plan and worry.” Stella slathered her toast in jam and then dunks it in her over-easy eggs.

“If you want me to throw up, do that again,” I say with a gag. I concentrate on my scrambled eggs and toast for a few minutes. "Can I just say, I really have no idea how I’m going to tell my brother. He is going to lose his shit,” I stop and blurt. “I don’t know how I’m going to tell Andy.”

“Tell me what?”

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eirxair · 2 months

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no bc i love my granda so so much, he's literally the epitome of what teenage boys and young men should idolise, instead of andrew tate and all that bullshit.

he loves and geniunely cares about animals and children, he geniunely tried to raise his children the best he could, even after 50 or so years of marriage he still looks at my granny like she's hung him the stars and moon, he compliments her every chance he gets, his eyes geniunely light up when he talks about his grandchidren, children, wife, and dogs.

he's never once raised a hand to my granny, and even after all the time they've been together he's still at her beck and call and he always walks on the side of the footpath closest to the road.

he's not afraid to act stupid when he's playing with his grandchildren, wearing tiaras and cowboy hats and putting on horrible american accents. he used to be a teacher in a low income part of his city and didn't give up on those children, he never taught the boys or girls differently, he would take my ma and my auntie and uncles to get a poke every friday after school. (the vanilla kind that you get in the wee metal things in ice cream shops, so proper good ones)

he always listens to what me and my sister and my cousins have to say and he doesnt look down on us and isnt condescending at all just because we're young. he treats me like an academic almost when we discuss theology and history together. the man lives and breathes respect.

the only time i've ever seen him ever lose his temper was when the topic of pedos and people harming children came up. the only time i've ever been scared of him is when i was like 6 and he dressed up as santa and came to our house, (i didnt realise he was santa at first and thought some strange man with a strange voice broke into our house)

he's insanely smart and gave me tips on how to slack off in classes and still get good marks (it was at that conversation i realised thats where i got it from)

idek, just, my granda is soft spoken, he treats service workers with respect, he always always always treats my granny like she deserves the world and more, in all my years i have never ever heard about or seen the man making a joke or demeaning comment towards her, the only thing close to it would be teasing where they both go back and forth.

not to mention how much i love my granny, she could make everything out of nothing and still stretch it. she's resourceful and soso witty. i'm always told i look like her and remind people of how she acted when she was younger, and i hope thats true. she takes no shit from anyone, and battled breast cancer (and won) like it was no ones business, my granda supported her 110% of the way. her ma and da were scottish and she likes to cling onto that heritage, making shortbreads and all. back when my granny and granda used to race greyhounds (ages ago before i was even born) she always had a knack for picking out good ones.

i know this was supposed to be about my granda but theyre a package deal, they come in a pair. and my granny's fecking amazing and its a sin to not sing her praises.

tbh, my granny and granda are some of my most respected ever role models. and he and my granny are the reason i believe that true love can exist and that it can prevail. idek why but they give me hope.

in terms of incels or whatver the fuck, he's what a "high-quaility man" should be. not some wifebeater who objectifies and harms women.

#this is personal so sorry for the personal kind of rant lads #my granny says i have [her maiden name] eyes and it makes me so happy that i have something tying me to her on my person at all times ykwim #in terms of incels or whatver the fuck;he's what a “high-quality man” should be. not some wifebeater who laughs about harming women.#this man grew up and raised his children while he lived somewhere surrounded in violence. he had a shitty traumatising childhood #but he still loved and found love in everything and had a wonderful life. he never took anything for granted; especially not his wife.#idk how to explain it but just; he had every reason to be violent and hateful but he wasnt and isnt. thats what we should idolise.#not blood. not gore. not violence or dominance. idolise healing and caring and morality

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eddiemsbitch · 2 years

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Younger brother's idol - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You and your slightly younger brother Mike Wheeler were almost opposites, but after you both got into highschool together and he started to become very close with an old crush of yours you can't help but take the opportunity to finally tell Eddie how you feel much to your brothers protest

warnings: Cussing, you and Mike fighting alot, Eddie being a cute soft boy

a/n:

Mike Wheeler, your younger brother, your older sister and parents always joked about you being the middle child, born on Mike’s birthday but the same year as Nancy, her only being a couple months older than you leaving her at 19, you at 18, and your younger brother at 15.

“Come on! Nancy already left us! Twenty minutes ago you’re lucky moms letting me take her car!” You yelled up the stairs towards your younger brother huffing loudly checking the time again, if you didn’t leave right you wouldn’t have time to stop and see Eddie before school started. You watched Mike run down the stairs quickly wearing the familiar Hellfire T-shirt “Eddie needs his shirt tonight. I don’t know why you even took it” Mike said harshly as he grabbed his water bottle following you outside and into the car. “Because, your dumbass ‘accidentally’ split your chocolate milk on my shirt Friday and unlike you I don’t have my head up his ass everyday so he’s getting it back today” you sassed flipping him off as you pulled out of your driveway heading towards the school quickly. “Do you know how disrespectful it is to parade yourself around in front of the dungeon master?” Mike asked as you finally pulled into your parking spot next to Nancy’s. “Well, I haven’t heard Eddie complain once, and if I’m not wrong, he asks about me everytime he sees you” you teased ruffling his hair as you got out waving towards the group of guys huddled around the familiar beat up van Eddie owned and at the head of the circle was just the man you were looking for.

Eddie smiled stepping over a bit opening his arms as a welcome “Tiny Wheeler, Y/n” His voice greeted you as you finally were about ten feet from him, Mike going over to the group most likely to talk shit about you to Dustin, you and Mike weren’t close, whenever he was born toddler you was upset you had to share a birthday, and you still swear since then he’s thought he could get away with having everything as him. You wanted to prove to him so bad that he could share his friends and not always say mine mine mine, so whenever he started to hang out with Eddie Munson you saw your chance. You smiled at the taller brunette offering his hellfire shirt back to him “I washed it, figured you wanna clean shirt for your big campaign tonight, good luck with the vecna battle tonight!” You smiled waving as you rushed inside after Robin and Nancy, not before sending a smirk towards Mike. You weren’t big on dnd, hell you didn’t completely understand what a Vecna was, but you had overheard Mike on the phone the other night and you knew it’d get under his skin.

“You and Munson huh?” Robin teased nudging you with her elbow “y/n’s been crushing since eighth grade and she watched him play guitar, plus it pisses Mike off which she loves” Nancy explained smiling towards you making you huff “I’m not..trying to get with Eddie because Mike..I like Eddie he’s weird and cute” you whispered feeling your face heat up in embarrassment “mmm maybe it’ll work out in your favor” Robin teased poking your sides before leaving to her class “you don’t think..?” You whispered looking towards your sister “oh she is” Nancy smiled kissing your head before going to her class leaving you to find your home room.

The first half of School went by pretty quick, and finally your long awaited lunch break was here, the cafeteria was loud with noise, sounds of kids getting their food and sitting down, different conversations but you could only hear one voice, the rest was muffled, Eddie was talking to the guys about the campaign and somebody else, you couldn’t hear word for word but you could make out some. “Y/n!” Robin called motioning you over, you smiled at her walking closer to her table, as you sat down you could’ve swore Eddie was watching you. “Lover boys staring, y/n..” Robin teased looking at you as Nancy sat down “you didn’t say anything to him did you? I know you have him in math, don’t you lie to me Robin” you threatened playfully pointing towards her.

Eddie sat at his table, watching as you looked at Robin pointing at her saying something quietly but you had one hell of a glare, he wouldn’t admit it because you were his friend’s sister but he had this fascination with you, gripping his T-shirt under the table he smirked to himself, thinking about you wearing his shirt around your house, Mike giving you dirty glares everytime he saw you. Eddie wasn’t stupid, he knew what you were doing, he caught the whispers and dirty glares you both sent to each other when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Your conversation lasted a good ten minutes before Eddie was standing on his lunch table ranting about playing sports or being in band. “Hey! You want something, freak?” Jason asked standing up standing right in front of your table, Eddie smirked throwing his fingers in his hair to represent devil horns before sticking his tongue out towards Jason, pulling his hands away and smiling towards you as he jumped down off the table, Smiling to yourself blushing you started to play with your plastic sliver-ware.

“Really dude?…my sister?” Mike grumbled under his breath looking towards Eddie “you know if you start dating her my dad is gonna kill you?” He spoke up looking towards Eddie, it was one thing for you to flirt with his best friend but it was different when you both flirted towards each other. “It’s too late, Ed’s already got the hots for Wheeler’s sister!” Gareth yelled laughing, you looked over quickly catching eyes with Eddie before smiling looking down as he winked towards you.

You wouldn’t see Eddie again until you dropped Mike off for their campaign, pulling up to the school building yet again you sighed “I’ll wait out here..go ahead have fun” you said looking towards Mike, he stopped for a moment looking at you “you’re not gonna follow? Try and distract Eddie then entire time?” He asked getting out slamming the door looking through the window “no..he’s your friend..I realize I need to lay off a little with trying to tag along with you everytime” you smiled letting him go in peace rolling up his window smirking to yourself. You saw Eddie’s van screeched to a stop a couple parking spots across from yours, quickly getting out trying to pulling on his vest as quick as possible winking at you as he ran past. Hours past before you finally saw the other van in the parking lot, somebody sitting in the driver seat watching you until you had glanced over catching their eyes for a moment. You don’t know why but your heart started to pound in your chest and suddenly your flight or fight kicked in, quickly getting out of the car you rushed towards the side door entrance, you heard the other car door shut and footsteps quickly catching up after you catching your arm right before you got to the door handle. “Give me all your money or I swear to god I’ll kill you right here” The man’s voice rasped, you could smell the liquor and booze on him and it made you have to hold back a gag as you rushed to pull your wallet out handing it to him along with your mom’s car keys before rushing inside, not noticing the cut on your side.

Your shoes clattered loudly against the hard tiled floors as you rushed towards the only room with a light on. Panting, trying to catch your breath your eyes met Eddie’s and your brother’s. “Y/n? Can you seriously not leave my friends and I alone for!?-“ Mike stopped once he took in your shaken state quickly tipping his chair over to get to you “are you okay?..what the hell happened?” He asked looking at you glancing back at Dustin and Eddie who were up, Eddie already heading outside to see what the fuck happened outside. “I-I’m sorry M-Mike I was gonna stay out in the car but this dude…kept watching me and when I got out t-to come inside h-he took my wallet b-but he was drunk a-and I didn’t have any money but-..mom’s car keys…” you whispered in fear looking at Mike tearing up “she’s gonna be so mad, Mikey..” you whimpered as Mike hugged you tightly “she’s not gonna be mad…” he assured you stepping away whenever Eddie walked in looking at you “no signs of him but your car is still there” Eddie explained “are you okay?..” he added on holding your chin gently “y-yea I-I’m just..scared” you mumbled Eddie hugging you tightly “well I mean if what the news says is true then it looks like you’ve got a whole bunch of demonic Satan worshippers here for you so..you have no need to feel fear, m’lady” Eddie said softly looking at Mike who stared at you compelled to either say something to you or Eddie.

After they finished their game Eddie dropped you and Mike off at your house, Mike running inside to tell your mom, dad, and sister what had happened while Eddie leaned out of the window looking at you “you sure you’re gonna be okay Y/n?” Eddie asked watching you fidget with your purse “I think..I’ve got this..but uh..I like you…like a lot Eddie..I have since like..middle school..and I thought the silly crush went away but then Mike started to hang out with you which mean I constantly heard and saw you and-..” you were cut off by Eddie’s soft smile “just kiss me” he smiled humming in content whenever you pressed your lips against his, he cupped your cheek with his hand and you could feel the coolness of his rings pressing into your cheek. “Hey! That’s still my sister, Munson!” Mike yelled from the doorstep making you both laugh wiping your mouths “I gotta..go..see you..tomorrow?” You asked nervously looking at him “it’s a date, Princess” Eddie smiled before driving off down the road, you stayed in your spot for a moment, wanting to relive the moment over and over again.

After a night full of police reports and your father yelling at you for how the hell you got their car stolen, even going as far to blame Eddie before they finally let you and Mike go to bed. Walking up the hall and to the bathroom you and Mike both grabbed your toothbrushes “Mike..” you whispered glancing at him “I can’t believe you. I can’t have one single thing to myself” he grumbled as he brushed his teeth glaring at you through the mirror “Mike Wheeler. You have had everything handed to you your entire life, I’m so sorry your twenty year old friend took interest in your sister but you are fifteen! Stop acting like you’re in love with him or something” you argued, both of your voices muffled and gargled from the toothbrushes in your mouth, after you both spit and washed your mouth out you rushed to your room slamming the door and laying in bed.

The next day wasn’t any easier, you got a ride from Nancy to school but the glares from Mike never stopped, whenever you got to school the glares and rude comments just got worse. Lunch rolled around and for the first time Eddie had stopped you in your path inviting you to sit with him at his table with the others, slowly you sat your tray down looking at him “Eddie…I don’t..I dunno if this will work..I mean Mike is..really…really mad at me and I don’t wanna ruin your guys’s friendship” you said softly holding his arm “I’m sorry..” you added on before grabbing your tray and heading back to your table with Robin fighting back your own tears, one of the big things you wanted since middle school you finally got and had to let him go because your brother was butthurt.

The rest of the week was calm, nothing really out of the ordinary except Eddie’s stares, they were more intense, lasting for a lot longer than he normally would, whenever you finally got home from school Friday night Mike rushed into your room “you ruined him! Eddie just basically threw our entire campaign out!” He yelled glaring at you “you broke him! You fix it! We need this campaign! It’s the last month of school for Eddie!” He yelled at you, you just sat on your bed glaring at him for barging in “I don’t think I will, Mike..you wanted this..you always said you can’t have anything to yourself, there you go, there’s Eddie all to yourself” you explained calmly taking your glasses off “are you serious!? You practically led him on!” He yelled, that set you off, standing up quickly glaring at him “I didn’t do shit! We were both happy! Together! You wanted to throw a fucking tantrum because of it! You ruined Eddie! Not me!” You screamed, he went quiet staring at you before pulling his hellfire club shirt off throwing it in your floor before storming off. Slipping on your shoes you grabbed Nancy’s keys rushing down the steps sneaking past your parents and outside into your sister’s car. You weren’t sure exactly what you were doing, it was nine thirty, and you were supposed to be in bed yet here you were driving to Eddie Munson’s house in your bunny slippers.

Parking outside you took in Eddie’s van parked and all the lights in his trailer off, walking up you knocked softly waiting outside patiently holding your arms shivering as a rough chilly breeze hit your skin making goosebumps erupt. “Y/n?..” Eddie asked opening the door pulling you inside before shutting the door again “I..I really don’t understand you” he said running a hand through his hair “listen…Mike told me about you ending hellfire…” you said watching him sigh and cross his arms “I..I understand…If not…but it wasn’t right of me to end things just because my brother was mad..” you explained wiping your nose a bit “…you’re right” Eddie whispered “it wasn’t right..but…consider your invitation accepted” he said looking at you, You just laughed a bit hugging him tightly “you’re so weird” you mumbled feeling him kiss your head “next time..if Mike has a problem with us..tell me ahead of time before ending things before they even begin” Eddie laughed only feeling your head nod in agreement, maybe this could work?

#eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie x reader stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader

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quietwingsinthesky · 8 days

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(Transmasc-rose) Have you ever heard that they were, at several points during the old who days, going to make the Doctor and the Master brothers? In Planet of Fire the Master says "Won't you show mercy to your own ..." which the director and producer of the episode both said was intended to end with "brother", and in the scrapped reboot they were supposed to be half-brothers.

It seemed relevant to your interests.

u must imagine me kicking my feet and blushing and twirling my hair. 🥰 yeah. yeah, i know.

like. okay first lets get out of the way how fucking funny it would be if they ever backtrack their way into this twist again somehow. the utter chaos that would unleash upon the thoschei section of the fandom. imagine that one anime that just got a cousin reveal after a decade of yaoi but by the magnitude of like 50 years of doctor/master shipping. it would be so funny to me, i wanna peek into that universe.

but like god. god. there is something so appealing to me about this idea of them as star-crossed siblings. it’s the spn fan in me, it makes me insane. what if you grew up next to this boy, your worlds revolve round each other, and then as adults, you can never be that close again, you won’t even call each other siblings anymore. just childhood friends. someone you once thought you knew.

i have not seen Planet of Fire (classic who? i’m assuming. and im now very excited for that episode specifically for um. normal reasons.) but Something about the master being the one to bring it up, to call on a brother’s mercy…… thinks about last of the time lords with canon siblings doctor & master. because something i’ve picked up watching doctor who is just how Certain the doctor is that the master will survive, despite all odds, that he’ll find a way back. (something the master has always proven him right about.) and that’s such a powerfully resonant feeling with having a sibling. imagining a world without them is like imagining a world without air, in my eyes, so of course, if we put the master in the role of the doctor’s brother in this scenario, of course he will survive. wah the way it just slightly changes the framing of all the little things, the way this scenario takes the master’s childish “i win” and twists it as old as a sibling rivalry…

im such a sucker for sibling tragedy, i really am. i know im also the haha incest guy, which can be a component of the tragedy, but i really do fall to pieces for just the pure platonic stuff, too. it’s unreplicable, the intensity of that pain. and then. okay, every time i speculate on timeless child stuff, i preface it with me not having seen it just Knowing the basics and making shit up according to the lore ive gathered BUT. but. if ever there was a storyline that would have benefitted from them being siblings over them being childhood friends turned rivals, i really think it would be that one. because it digs into the core of it, of the lie, the unknown rift between them that drives the master to ruin. and god something about them being adopted siblings (without their knowledge) but the doctor still being stitched deep down into the Master’s bones, the core of them wrapped around the Doctor’s existence. the way it both matters so fucking much that this is the lie their bond is based on, but also how can it matter. how can it matter. when she’s in his blood anyway, she would have been if they’d been born together or like this. (and that he isn’t. or maybe, more accurately, that he thinks he isn’t and never will be.

oh, my soul for a version of this show where the master has been calling the doctor brother/sister/sibling all this time without the doctor reciprocating except very rarely, when they’re at their most emotionally vulnerable together (like the end of time ‘stone cold brilliant’ monologue. sorry. getting distracted.) and then suddenly. the master stops calling her that. like come on, that would be such fucked up foreshadowing, i can’t be the only one who thinks that would work so well. it’s all about the framing, all about the very slightly different context that friends versus siblings gives them to flavor the tragedy. the endpoint may be the same, but the pain is different, does that make sense?

and. and also i think it would be hot if they were. so. you know. there’s that. i’m not going to deny that i’m Like That. im a freak who enjoys when familial obsession spirals beyond control and into a horrible, outcast kind of love. they’re renegade time lords, for fuck’s sake, let them do a little incest for funsies. 🤭 drop a story of them at the academy always being a little too close, always making everyone else uncomfortable because of how inseparable they were. 🤭🤭 let the doctor avoid bringing up how they’re related so they don’t have to explain this shameful thing to their companions only for the master to flaunt it because the doctor wishes they could forget it, stop feeling these things, stop wanting the master. 🤭🥴🤭🥴🤭

to be clear, this is. obviously not something id actually want on the show, or would ever be on there, they’re not gonna put time travel incest on disney+. (hell, i don’t even think the siblings twist is preferable to the dynamic they already have except in the specific scenario it would have created for ttc between them.) but like. its fun for me to think about <3 i love when the doctor is filled with an incalculable amount of shame for their own actions—actions they keep repeating because its the master and the doctor needs them—and the master has fun tormenting them about it. but incest flavored this time :3

(as anytime i think about thoschei incest i Need to plug this anonymous fic that lives rentfree in my brain: connection. its sooooo. 🥴🥴🥴 oh they are gonna make me ill.)

#i uh. under that cut i do talk about them in a nonkinky shipping way but. i really hope you. uhm. understood. what leaving me this ask #would prompt from me. which is to say incest discussions. because i know my roots and i know what stories get under my skin and its when #theres siblings who are Too Close.#so. i do hope you. exprcted that. because otherwise uhm. well.#tw incest #ask #and i will NOT be putting this in the main tags gog bless #look away dev

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multifamdomfan12 · 2 years

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Formula One Drivers

Fic Recs

Charles Leclerc

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Kissing a Stranger

Seeing your ex causes you to do something a little reckles

Ten seconds

in which your secret relationship with charles leclerc comes to light all because of a shirt

Karting queen

dad!charles

Better in red

another bad race has charles needing you to wear his colours more than ever

smut

Best friend´s brother

You and Arthur Leclerc had been best friends since you were children but it wasn’t the younger Leclerc brother you’d be in the sheets with and a one night stand can hold a lifetime of regret

More Than Friends

in which they were never just friends. Or moments where their love was obvious to those around them.

Thanks for not killing me

anesthesia after the dentist

sister!leclerc

Shal When Shal became daddy

You and your son Beni are a team but you had once lost everything, following that it wasn't easy to let someone close to you, let alone love you again.

Leclerc`s type

who would have thought that all three leclerc brothers had the same taste in women?

Uncle darling

babysitting readers niece

Angel in Disguise

During the hardest time of his life Charles is lucky enough to find you, to guide him through his worst moments.

Goodnight

reader has a 2yrs old baby boy from a prev relationship and they go on family skii vacation with charles and his fam

Right Timing

One where you have a huge crush on your best friend's brother, since you were a teenager, with him continuously telling you he was too old for you and you had no chance. You eventually gave up hope and moved on.

Baby bear

Blurbs

Stedad!charles

Banned

inta live

Series

Hymne à L'amour Part 2 Part 3

Reader who is the Princess of Monaco

Maybe summer doesen´t have to end

After a shit year and a messy divorce you and your girls head out to Monaco for a 5 day girls holiday in celebration of your divorce. But what happens when you bump into your crush into a club on the first night.

I will never stop loving you Part 2 Part 3

Little Enzo Part 2

Lucky charm Part 2

Charles Leclerc finds his son's paediatrician a little bit too pretty not to ask her on a date right before the Monaco GP.

Daniel Ricciardo

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An Eye On You

Even though your son knows Daniel since he was born, he turns a bit protective over you when you start dating

Florist

After Daniel hits Lando with a space hopper he decides to apologise with flowers but doesn’t expect to be so captivated by the person helping

Little bean

dad!danny at the texian grand prix

Blurbs

Daddy´s little twin

Maybe a peek...'cause your hot

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Twin Flame

Growing up together, you and Ricciardo were inseparable but now as rivals on the track; things can only heat up.

Feels like Home

When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Lando Norris

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Inappropriate

Max is convinced that his sisters realitionship with Lando is inappropriate. The two of them testing his patience over and over again. But he will soon find out that them being apart isn’t much better. (ft. Pierre Gasly)

Verstappen!Reader

Medicine

food poisoning in brazil means your boyfriend needs some medicine

You are My Sunshine

Lando comes home after a race and has memories of your life leading up to this moment of him coming home to you and baby Carlie

Married in 5 years

lando convinces you and max to do a cooking stream

Sweet little lies

Your brother Alex plans a trip away just before the Italian Grand Prix and invites a few drivers, including Lando Norris.

Albon!reader

Gift Giver

In which his love language is gift giving. Then the gifts get crazier and crazier.

Series/Mini series

Mini Norris Part 2

Dad!Lando

Stepmum!Reader

Lewis Hamilton

Imagines

heard your every word

journalist!reader

Blurbs

What they have

Dad!Lewis

Series

It's sir actually Part 2 Part 3

Max Verstappen

Imagines

Long Time Lovers

Horner!reader

Heart Shaped Glitter

The one where pranking your teammate made two rivals fall in love

Unexpected

He may be a two time world champion but lacks other skills which lets him believe to not be a good father.

Unpredictable

in which Cherrie is a unpredictable chaotic mess and max stresses over her like a mother hen

Big Brother

After a bad qualifying session, you lock yourself in your driver's room and your big brother comes to comfort you.

Verstappen!reader

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Series

Pierre Gasly

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Praying for an Angel

y/n walks into pierres life at its hardest weekend

spa 2019

Separate Hotel Rooms

You and Pierre still haven’t had your first kiss and Charles thinks the worst

Secret

He had broken your heart, and left you when you needed him the most. Should you give him a chance to make it up to you?

Mini You

Dad!pierre

Little Princess

daddy day care

dad!pierre feat: dad!charles

Eloide

pierre gasly knew one thing for certain, he wanted to be a dad. when that comes about in an unconventional way pierre is over the moon

Series

Baby

All the milestones you and Pierre go through to have your beautiful bundle of joy

Carlos Sainz Jr.

Imagines

Max´s sister

reader who is max’s half sister and he found out in 2021. After meeting he invited her to a Grand Prix and this is where she meets Carlos.

If you had to pick

Carlos made a bad first impression, but do first impressions really matter that much?

Just my little boy

Carlos and reader being grid parents to Lando

A certain Romance

A love affair is never an easy thing to keep under wraps. Or, the four times your two brothers almost catch you and Carlos together, and the one time they finally do.

Leclerc!reader

Blurbs

Series

Man´s world

Female!Leclerc reader

slow burn, eventual Smut, enemies to lovers

Mick Shumacher

Imagines

Romeo and Juliet

Sebastian Vettel’s daughter

Gina’s Brother

Blurbs

Series

Bestfriends to Lovers

George Russell

Imagines

Family time

Glimpse of parenthood with George

#masterlist #Formula one masterlist #under construction

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takaraphoenix · 4 months

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SNEAK PEEK SUNDAY

Stealing this from @blairwaldcrf on account of every writing tag game they tagged me on in the past weeks that I couldn't do due to a severe lack of Actually Writing Shit! BUT I am actively working on a new story and am excited about it so have a sneak peek into my upcoming ABOverse Jimonael post canon multi-chapter fic! <3

(Also tagging @airasilver because this fic was born from your comment about Sugar Daddies Saphael and I've had a screenshot of the comment on my desktop since August so I won't forget to write it once I find time and motivation again!)

Jace didn’t think it was a secret he’d had a crush on Simon – he had been very vocal about that, after all he’d called Simon pretty to his face when they were in the Seelie Realm, but then everything at the court had happened and things between him and Simon became much more awkward, what with Jace being the reason Simon and his girlfriend broke up. Even though, painfully ironically, the one Jace would have wanted to kiss at that court had been Simon, not Clary, who he had come to look at as a sister in the time they’d believed themselves to be siblings.

Jace had developed a crush on Simon very early on; the nerd was hot and his rambling was cute. But inexplicably, Simon seemed to be falling from one relationship into the next – from his mundie bandmate, to Clary, to a very brief attempt at dating Maia, before getting together with Raphael. Every time Jace thought he’d have an opening to at least hook up with Simon, the vampire was already involved with someone else. And Simon never approached Jace himself either, despite Jace’s blatant flirting, so… Simon had made it clear he wasn’t interested.

And that was fine. Jace knew he was a lot to handle and not for everyone. However, what Jace wanted was some time and distance so he could get over his stupid crush on Simon. And being the personal liaison of the vampire clan led by Simon and Simon’s mate? That was the absolute opposite of what he wanted or needed right now.

#Jimonael #Shadowhunters #Simon Lewis #Raphael Santiago #Jace Herondale #Sneak Peeks #Fic: Light of Their (After)Life #ABOverse #Fanfiction

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rileyh20 · 28 days

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Quick vent ig, TW: Swearing, Divorce, Sad stuff, Small mention of suicide.

This isn't what I usually would post, but I felt like I needed to get something off my chest without feeling like I'm complaining. Now, I have a great life, probably better then most people. My parents are usually nice to me, even if I feel like my mom doesn't care for me as much as she says she does. Yes, they are getting a divorce, but that isn't because of me. I knew they were most likely going to get a divorce when I was around 7 (seven) years old. I wasn't surprised, I wasn't even all that saddened. But I'm done being my parents therapist. I am sick of being in the middle of their toddler behavior. I know that isn't fair, but if they actually needed help, they would get help. Especially my mom, I'm sick of her venting to me and making almost every comment I make about the divorce or her! It's not fair to her for me feeling this way, but I am sick of it. I'm sick of her being one of the only things bringing down my mental health, of course she isn't all of it, but she's most of it. I don't need a therapist, despite what people say. Because I am very bad off, but I know this. I don't need a therapist to tell me what I already know. And I would just be complaining at that point! Why would I waste a therapist's time with my shit?

And my mom is so jealous for no fucking reason! My dad tells me to not tell my mom anything when I hangout with his co-worker, or if we do stuff together. Let me say it, she is married with a kid!! And she would have no interest in my dad (sorry dad). I don't get why my mom is so jealous of her for no reason! My mom said once that if I was friend's with that co-worker, I would be betraying her. Betraying. You know what? I am friends with her, and I don't care what my mom says anymore about me being friends with her!! I want to hangout with her and her kid. I want to be able to make my own friends without my mom thinking I'm betraying her.

And for some of you who might think my mom is real for being jealous, she really isn't. My dad's co-worker would never get with him, and he doesn't want her either. They are just really good friends, because my dad is friends with almost everyone!

So I sometimes wish I could see and hangout with my dad more? Yeah. But he doesn't make everything about him when I am with him. He tries his best to shield me away from most things, while also not treating me like a kid. I know I have a good life. Shit, most of my friends have worse lives and parents. So I don't know why I'm depressed, or have panic attacks, or mental breakdowns, or dissociate, or how I can no longer seem to fucking cry anymore!!

Sure, I may think my mom loves our dog more then me. I think my mom hates me at times, but that isn't true. But I am sick of this. I don't want to live like this anymore. Sometimes I think of suicide, but I would never do it. Not anymore. It is not worth my dad crying over that.

My parents have had shitty lives, really shitty ones. My dad's mom and dad got divorced (on good terms tho), then his dad's next wife was abusive and didn't care for him, and now his dad has his new wife who also wasn't that nice, but better.

My mom's mom got divorced after she was born, then again after her sister was born, and then her next husband killed himself. So I could say I have it much better then them.

I don't know why I feel like this, I have a much better life then others, but I don't know..

#vent post

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harryissuchalittleshit · 4 months

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Teen Parents Romione

Hermione gets pregnant December of ‘98

It’s an accident, she and Ron aren’t even really talking then

But as accidents happen, they learn and grow from the experience

Laurence “Laurie” Arthur Weasley is born August 16, 1999

He’s 14 weeks younger than his cousin Victoire

Laurie looks like Ron with Hermione’s coloring and nose

Ron and Hermione live together (with Harry) in a small two bedroom flat in a rundown building in London

Molly and Arthur, along with Javier and Jane Granger all want the pair of them to move in and live with them

But Ron and Hermione know they can make it work together (and with Harry)

Harry and Ginny are godparents, first (and always first) choice

Laurie loves Harry so much, and is the first to call him uncle of any Weasley grandchild

By the next summer, Harry had moved out and Laurie has been moved into his room

Hermione had let her career start off slow as Ron made more money as a Jr. Auror than she did clerking

But as Ron moves up in the ranks, Hermione slowly does too by making it clear she is smart, efficient, and effective when she is in the office or working on reports remotely

To the point that Laurie ends up becoming part of the MLE offices very quickly because they need Hermione THERE

He sleeps in a sling on Hermione’s chest while she takes notes or reads a verdict or even as she starts defending her cases to Wizengamot

He learns to crawl, walk, and run in the Aurors offices, chasing after Ron and Harry, or playing under the big table in the briefing room

After “mama” and “dada” his next words are “bloody hell, shit, fuck, no kid” all learned from the Aurors and said at the right moment

(His uncles find it very funny)

He’s very close to Victoire and Teddy, and even learns to play the piano to be part of their band

He is the one to ask Hermione to marry Ron “mummy will you please marry my daddy?”

Ron had it all planned to ask Hermione during George and Angelina’s wedding reception, but Laurie asked during the first dance

Can you blame him? He’s only three

He gets to ring bearer with Teddy at all the weddings, but his parents wedding is his favorite

He is one of the first people to meet James Sirius, along with Teddy the pair of them vow to always protect him

When Hermione tells her boys (Laurie, Ron, Harry) that she’s pregnant again, Laurie starts laughing with Ron and crying with Hermione, unable to tell if he should be happy or sad but feeling both big emotions

He doesn’t ever want to leave Hermione’s side as she gets bigger and bigger, getting him in trouble as he needs to go to school

Laurie doesn’t like school very much other than the social components and it turns out he has dyslexia

Ron finally has a name for his reading struggles and he puts so much energy into learning how to read with his son

When Rose is born he refuses to leave her side because she’s everything to him, and he loves his baby sister so much!

He helps Ron as much as a six year old is able to help when Ron steps down to part time to help care for baby Rose

Laurie only ever calls her Rosie

Then comes Hugo, very quickly after Rose, but just as wanted

Hermione had been very anxious while pregnant with Rose, it’s even worse with Hugo

She still gets put on early maternity leave and this time it’s harder to send Laurie to school because she just wants her children close to her at all times

Hugo is nearly six months old when Hermione goes back to the office, sometimes bringing along her two youngest like she once did with Laurie

Laurie is a great big brother, attentive and caring and playful, he’s creative and smart and tactical, bringing together Ron and Hermione’s best traits

He’s sorted into Ravenclaw at Hogwarts (with Victoire!)

He’s a little Hermione in his classes with Ron’s natural talent but very quickly learns that theory is still important and struggles through his readings with Victoire’s help

They keep each other accountable and Teddy is the one to come in and make them go outside and get in trouble and have fun

They are their own little trio of troublemakers and Professor McGonagall can’t help but have a soft spot for them 🥹

(Teddy is the Marauder’s kid, Laurie is the Weasley boy, and Victoire is very much trying and failing to reel them in while also laughing at them)

Laurie is so excited when James Sirius finally comes to Hogwarts (and cheers so loudly for his little Gryffindor cousin)

Laurie and Teddy write the first letter home telling Harry and Ginny about James’s first detention lol

The next year after Teddy’s graduated, Laurie becomes Head Boy and starts dating the Head Girl, Claudia Creevey

They always were aware of one another, Claudia is a photographer like her late father and Laurie does have a more artistic side and loves sketching/drawing people

Ron had the sex talk with Laurie while he was in puberty, but he makes it very clear that Laurie doesn’t want to be a teen parent and go through the struggles his parents went through

Laurie does make it out of Hogwarts with no pregnancies or kids

He moves in with Claudia and he supports them while she works on her photography and works part time in her family’s business

Laurie works in the Muggle liaison office while working on his art in his free time at home

The day he sells his first drawing, he quits his job and finally proposes to Claudia

They get their own happily ever after

#ron weasley #hermione granger #teen pregnancy #Laurie Weasley #Claudia’s middle name is Amy lol #harry potter #alternative universe #family #rose weasley #hugo weasley

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sco07ut · 1 year

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bbc ghosts,,,, i love u,,,,,

ok ok so my mum n i finally finished watching ghosts and i’m completely insane so erm. rvb ghosts au

carolina is alison (funny) and wash is mike (i don’t ship carwash, in this au im imagining they’re sibs just living together bc the economy’s fucked yk how it is) they inherited the house from their estranged dad, dr leonard church and after a near death experience carolina gains the ability to see ghosts

delano house (ok . if i was going by Actual logic with the character assignments it would Technically be called gene house but i don’t think he deserves that much credit, and i’ll explain this when i get onto simmons little introductory section) is inhabited by eight main ghosts (and a plague pit of zealots in the basement but dw about those guys) from a bunch of different time periods and they all sort of hatelove each other bc none of them can leave (unless they, by some miracle, ascend) so they kind of jst endure each others’ presence

anyway, without further ado: caboose is kitty (georgian noble), simmons is thomas thorne (victorian poet), tucker is julian fawcett (modern day mp), donut is stephanie button (edwardian noble), doc is patrick butcher (1980’s scout leader), sarge as the captain (ww2 captain), grif as mary (stuart era witch trial victim), lopez as humphrey bone (tudor noble) and locus as robin (caveman)

(more in-depth character stuff under the cut !!)

caboose:

caboose as kitty! i jst think their characters align really nicely, they’re both loveable idiots who follow their best friends around. i def think carolina reminds him of church (who is annie in this au who basically ascends a few hundred years before carolina is even born) so he follows her around like a miserable little duckling. the ‘sister’ that bullied him is fuckign miller from rat’s nest

simmons:

this pathetic worm is thomas !! he isn’t in love with carolina the way thomas is in love with allison, instead he sees carolina kinda like a big sister figure and always asks her for dating advice. his backstory is where things r interesting tho i think. in the show, thomas is in love with a woman called isabel, however her father is against the two of them being together, so when he attends an event where isabel is also present he wants to converse with her to make sure the two of them are still secretly an item but can’t find the opportunity to do so. his cousin, francis button, offers to deliver a letter to isabel with his feelings but backstabs him by faking the letters (saying they basically don’t love each other anymore) then tricks thomas into engaging in a duel that gets him killed (he then also denies thomas’ last request to see isabel by telling her he’s already dead). yikes. anyway. in this au, gene is francis button, and instead of simmons being in love with some woman he hears some guys slandering his own dad’s name (hargrove) and engages in a duel with them over it. the reality behind the situation, however, is that gene essentially orchestrated his death. the people he ‘heard’ talking shit abt his dad weren’t actually, gene jsut told him they were. when he then begins the duel, gene tells him it’s 20 paces when in actuality it’s only 10. once simmons is shot and requests to see his father one last time gene pretends to go do that but actually tells hargrove that simmons was dead when he got to him

okay !! so i mentioned that delano house should technically be called gene house if we were to go by the show’s lore. once francis tells isabel that thomas is dead, he then essentially woos her and marries her, moving into her home and which then becomes button house. so in the au ig it would technically be called gene house however i don’t rock w that because it would then later mean donut is called franklin delano gene which is wrong on so many levels. so instead, gene just takes the existing name of the house, delano. yk i’ve just typed all this up and realised that i’m probably the sole person in the world who actually cares about it. darn

finally moving on, tucker!

self explanatory, julian dies in the middle of shagging someone and is now doomed to spend the rest of eternity wandering round with no pants on. it’s so ridiculously in character. plus ig the whole ‘being able to interact wit the real world’ thing ties into tucker’s whole main character schtick

donut:

the lady of the house ! in life his mother, chrovos, was very insistent about marrying him off to a richer family to try make up for all their debt but all he wanted to do was become a famous fashion designer. maybe if his mother had let him follow that passion he might’ve made a brand famous enough to claw them out of debt but instead he got an early death from an adulterous husband (genkins)

doc:

pat my absolute beloved. he had taken out a group of kids (the ai) to the house’s grounds for a day of archery, however while going through the safety protocols o’malley accidentally let an arrow loose that got him straight through the neck. he then managed to traumatise the entire group by dying slowly in front of them ❤️

sarge:

again another character that’s just a perfect match, sarge doesn’t have a name, the captain doesn’t have a name, they’re both obsessed with a war that’s long gone, they’re both fruity asf. not even joking, the lieutenant that the captain has a crush on is one butch flowers in this au, sarge misses him but has started to find a new object of affection in wash (despite the fact that wash cannot see, hear or interact with him at all)

grif:

burned at the stake for being a witch ! in reality he was just a man passing through the town and everyone Thought was some sort of woman who was harbouring satan in her throat or something. his long hair and curvy form Tricked them all n he paid the price. his death kinda did a number on him though, and it took a while for him to come back out of his shell (essentially after church dragged him out kicking and screaming)

lopez:

the noble that managed to survive a coup only to immediately accidentally behead himself with a pair of decorative wall swords. unlike the show, lopez is the one that doesn’t speak english while his arranged wife shiela Does and planned the murder of the monarchy under his nose. he still loved her tho.

and last but not least, locus:

i definitely hc that his name was actually locust/lotus but the first few ghosts that met him kept getting it wrong until he eventually just settled on locus (in the same way robin is actually called ‘rogh’). he’s been there the longest, definitely took a Long time to warm up to other humans after being betrayed before his death (felix and sharkface, or lick and face, pushed him into what they Thought was a bear den so that they could escape but ultimately it lead to their deaths while locus managed to get away, only to be struck by lightning immediately afterwards)

i think that covers everyone who has a canon death thus far ! sorry for going a little insane over simmons

#rvb #not tagging everyone i can’t #rvb!ghosts au #bbc ghosts

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 11 months

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Good Morning have some sibling fluff

Mark and Sarah headcanons! (Specific to FAITH but also headcanons for general canon)

- They both stim! Mark hums and taps on things, Sarah has vocal stims and paces. (This drives their mother crazy. They didn’t get their neurodivergancy from her)

- Sarah does genuinely adore her brother. She thought he was god’s gift to the world when she was younger and her opinion of him didn’t change much as she grew up (though it did become more modest)

- In turn, Mark would bend over backwards for her. She has just as hard a time making friends as he does, so he’s more or less her closest one.

- When she was first born she was all Mark could talk about. My new little sister this, my baby sister that. The adults found it endearing and Cesar picked up the habit of asking about her just to get him talking

- They both have resting bitch face (or what Cesar calls the “Fuck Off” face), but they’ve got big hearts and are usually in good humour.

- Just don’t tell Sarah to smile “for once”. Young or old, you’re likely to get told off.

- Mark’s asexual homoromantic, Sarah’s pandemi (demisexual panromantic)

- They’re pretty protective over one another. Mark steps in if he sees Sarah getting bullied and Sarah grew up seeing their mother giving him grief (often unfairly) so she raises Hell if someone else tries to

- Even in the present day, she doesn’t take anyone speaking ill of him well. (Not that they usually do, mind you; because talking shit about a missing/dead teenager isn’t exactly encouraged to begin with)

- Up until she was seven, Sarah was Mark’s little shadow. Wherever he was, she had to be too. It helps that Mark used to carry her around everywhere until she could walk on her own

- They often did homework together. Mark sometimes half-jokingly asked if they could switch work for the night-usually when Sarah got frustrated due to something she didn’t understand

- They still got on each other’s nerves. There is a huge age gap between them, after all. Which means that Mark, curse him, often won any fights they got into and liked to rub it in during the next fight

- They learn things from each other. Sarah’s a passive-aggressive spitfire and Mark’s a little more laid-back, so she learned that it’s okay to not take everything personally and he learned that fighting back shouldn’t be so scary

- She’s closer to him than she is their mother. The latter sometimes calls her “daddy’s girl” despite the fact that their father up and left when she was still a baby.

- Cesar likes to call her chica just to annoy her. This backfired when she picked it up as her nickname, but the first few times were still funny because she’d squeal and say “NO NO THAT’S NOT MY NAME >:T”

- Mark told her what it meant, which is why she picked it up. Pretty much any Spanish nickname Cesar picked for her, she wound up using. This reverse psychology of annoying him with his own nicknames made him drop the habit (to Mark’s amusement)

- Cesar used to say that they had a friendly rivalry. Since Sarah felt she had to compete with him for Mark’s attention whenever he came over, he’s not entirely wrong. (They called it off after Cesar helped her bandage her knee when she fell off a bike in front of his house.)

- Having to give up hanging out with your friends just to babysit sucks. But when your sister is somehow on the same level as you and is pretty damn adorable to boot, it’s not so bad.

#FAITH AU #TMC #the mandela catalogue #Sarah Heathcliff #Mark Heathcliff #I wrote this instead of editing the final chapter of 'Blood and Roses'#Priorities!

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Main Masterlist ♡ Top Gun Maverick Masterlist ♡ Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Masterlist ♡ For You Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Hope you all like it. Also please don't come at me for not knowing Naval terms or their training. This is just fiction.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Rooster's POV:

I slept on and off until we got to Jordan, which was a good thing since we landed when it was 8 PM our time but 6 AM their time.

"Grab something to eat and meet back here in 45 minutes." Pete said as as he joined one of the men who was waiting for us.

I later learned he was the Fareeq Awal aka the General and his name was General Khatib.

One of his men showed us where to get food and we all ate in silence as it seemed like the jetlag was getting to us.

YN was sitting with Angel and Phantom was right next to her. "You know you are not hiding it?" Hangman said.

"Not in the mood for your shit Hangman." I said to him. He just smirked at me. He went to open his mouth to speak once more but I just glared at him and he held up his hands in surrender.

"I was going to ask, how are you two holding up?" That shocked me as he never really cares unless it is about himself.

"So the cold-hearted Hangman does have a heart huh?" I tried to joke but he wasn't in the mood.

"I'm serious Rooster. I wouldn't know what to do if this was my child."

"I am trying to push aside the fact that this mission is a personal one for me. That my son and his friends are being tortured. That when we get to them, they may be dead."

I took a deep breath and continued as Halo and Phoenix sat down at the same table.

"That I should of listened to YN when she called me to ask for me to stop Nick from following in my footsteps, but I didn't. I was just so proud that he decided to be just like me and his Grandad."

"It isn't your fault Bradley." I heard YN say behind me. I couldn't look at her as I said, "Yes it is. You asked me to talk to him but I didn't and now look where he is."

I felt YN place her hand on my shoulder and asked me to look at her. I did and I had tears in my eyes as I saw her face.

"You were right all those years ago. Nick was an adult and he made his own decisions. He and us knew that this could of happen. I do not blame you for this. I blame the people who took him." She cupped my cheek and I leaned into her hand.

Completely forgetting that we were surrounded by other people.

We always got lost in one another. Our friends used to tell us that we were so in love that we always went into our own world where it was just the two of us.

"What is going on here?" A voice I have not heard in a very long time spoke up. We all stood up to salute Vice Admiral LN. Who was looking straight at me.

"At ease. Lieutenant Bradshaw a word if you may."

"Mike," YN tried to get her brothers attention but he ignored her.

I followed him until we were just out of earshot but close enough that if I get called away, I will see the other leaving.

"What do you know about this Bradley?" Mike asked. I told him what I knew.

"They sent another video before you all got here. I arrived not long before."

"Who was in it this time?"

"All four. Nick doesn't look good." Even though Mike and I have our differences, he cares deeply for his nephew..

"Why not just say that infront of the others?"

"Because I know my sister. I can see she is barely holding it together."

"YN is here to do her job, which is to bring them home."

"Did she tell you she asked to fly?"

"What?" I was stunned when he said that.

"She talked to Pete. She wants to fly and be one of the first to get there."

"Mike, she can't. It has been years since the last time she has flown."

YN retired from being a Naval Aviator about three years after Nick was born.

"YN is still qualified. She has kept up on all of her training."

"But if something happens to her..." I trailed off.

"We need every single person we can for this mission and if she gets told she can fly, she will fly." Mike told me. I knew he wasn't happy about it but he was right.

We got briefed on what Mike told me already. Pete was standing at the front next to the General as he showed us what information they had.

"From what we know is that their weapon supply is low and we have one shot to get our men." Pete stepped aside to let General Khatib speak.

A map of the area is now on the screen. "What we know is that the men are being held here." He pointed to a spot on the map.

"We have three men on the inside who have been keeping us informed as much as possible. Tomorrow is the only chance we have as they told us if their demands are not met, that the men will be killed."

The moment we are dismissed I will have to talk to Pete. To beg him to not let YN fly.

But as we got dismissed, I heard Pete call YN over to him. I looked at Mike and he was looking at the two of them.

Their facial expressions were not letting me in on how their conversations were going.

Then Pete left her standing there so I figured it was a good time to talk to her, but Alan came out of fucking no where.

YN's POV:

Pete was informing me that even though I was more than qualified to fly, that I was needed more on the ground.

"On the ground Sir?"

"Yes. You and a few others will be joining them on the ground. I need you to study the map of the grounds. You will be our eyes down there while we cover you and your team."

"But Sir, I.."

"YN, like I said you are more than qualified to fly with us but you also have kept up on your other training as well. You know how to read a map better than anyone else. You can track any animal or person."

Odd compliment but I thanked him none the less. Pete was called away and I was standing there, taking in what he told me.

But I wasn't alone. Alan was by my side. "So, are you going to fly?"

"No. I am on the ground."

"Good. You don't need to be risking your life up there." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You don't get to tell me what I can and can not do with my life are we clear?"

"I am just concerned."

"You know Alan, I have been nice to you because we have to work together and I was hoping that you catch on."

"Catch on to what?"

"That I do not want to be with you. That I barely see you as a friend."

"Oh you don't mean that." He was very full of himself that is for sure.

"When this mission is done and over with and my son and his friends come home, I am asking for a transfer."

"Come off of it YN. You don't mean that." He tried to grab my arm as I walked past him, but I was able to move out of the way just in time.

"Hey!" I looked and saw one angry Bradshaw coming our way. Mike was on his way over as well.

I stepped in the way of Bradley as he tried to reach for Alan.

"Bradley, calm down. No need to touch him." I said as I reached up and grabbed his face and forced him to look at me.

"But he,"

"I know what he tried to do but that doesn't mean you can lay your hands on him. He will be dealt with accordingly."

"What is the meaning of this?" Mike asked Alan.

"Vice Admiral, I, I." Alan was stuttering.

"Come with me. You and I are going to have a talk." Alan seemed to hang his head as he walked behind my brother.

"What did Pete have to say?"

"Well, I asked him before we left the States if I could fly. He told me he would think on it but he just told me no."

"So what are you doing?"

"On the ground. I'll be joining the others as they go in to the compound. Pete wants me to memorize the map."

"Oh." I knew by that oh, Bradley was scared for me. I still knew him after all these years.

"I gotta go YN. Gotta form a game plan for tomorrow." I knew he didn't have to be anywhere right now, but I let him go.

Rooster's POV:

I couldn't stay there. I couldn't stay standing there infront of her. I came up with some lame ass excuse and walked away from her.

She was going to be in the thick of things. She could get hurt. She could die. I could lose her and our son.

I will be up in the sky, wondering what the hell is going on with two of the most important people in my life.

"Rooster?" I looked over and saw Pete standing there and all I saw was red.

"You are supposed to protect her. Not send her into the lion's den where she can die Pete."

"It is out of my control. The higher ups looked at everyone's qualifications and YN is one of the top people we have."

"I can't lose her. I can't lose Nick, Pete. I have already lost everyone else in my life."

"YN isn't the only one going, Angel will be her as well. Also her brother will be there. The only one staying behind is Phantom."

"I can't lose her." I repeated.

"Look, I think it is time for you and her to have a good, long talk. Get it all out there because if something were to happen to you or her, you two will regret it."

I didn't say anything and Pete just sighed at me.

"You know your Mom was so excited when she found out you were going to have a child. She called me up and told me that she was going to be a Grandma. That if it was a boy you were naming him Nicholas and if it was a girl Nicole."

I didn't know she called him and told him. I was going to say that but he continued on.

"She also called when you and YN broke up. She was heartbroken because she could tell how much you two loved eachother. Carole told me that Bradshaw men only fall in love twice. Once with their partners and the second time, with their children."

"What are you getting at Pete?"

"I am not good with this stuff. I am trying to say that you love that woman and you should tell her."

"You don't know anything about me Pete. Keep your nose out of my business."

I had to force myself to walk away from him. I didn't see him shake his head at me.

I couldn't let him of all people know that he is fucking right.

Part 3 ◇ Part 5

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