#so yea bud is a step-dad and a damn good one

[suncakeartcive]

this art is so old and you can tell but -holds out- them...

[theyanderespecialist]

My Angel 2 (Scenarios: Meeting Her) Stolas And Blitzo And Striker (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers I am back with a new chapter and this one is the part two with new yanderes with Marie as Angel Dust Stolas, Blitzo, and Striker Enjoy!]

(Stolas) (Offer)

(Stolas pov)

I sat down in the club as the lights dimmed as a spider web light pattern shone brightly as I smiled. The only reason is ever step onto Valentino's property is for the woman preforming..Angel~

She had a beautiful voice and the most flexible body, though tonight she was singing as someone from the crowd grabbed her as she stopped the show early as the man was dragged out as I see her going to leave.

"Oh Miss Dust. I wanted to ask- are you alright from earlier? That horrible man grabbed you rather hard." I said as she stopped. "You don't gotta pretend to care bud." "But I do. No one should be grabbed like that against their will especially not when they are providing a service and working."

She looks up at me shocked. And I start to fret over her as she broke down and fell into me sobbing so I was the only one who cared and so nice.

(she had a hard week okay)

"hey now you're okay come on we'll go to a restaurant, one that's public so you'll feel safe." It was clear she didn't feel appreciated with what she does.

(timeskip)

"like it's like I'm only a body bit like I'm hot- I know I'm fucking sexy as god damn hell bit I'm a person." She sobbed eating from her sundae

I nodded. "Very true." I say watching her my heart ache for her. "I know how that feels..they want our money and our bodies."

"Exactly! Just I don't got much money."

"My dear, I would like to hire your services off the book not for sex. But just for stuff like this company. And since it is not sex you will be able to keep the money." I say

(cough cough sugar daddy XD)

(XD)

"eh eh eh I don't do sex okay? I don't. The most I've done is a handy okay? I don't want these fuckers diseases anywhere near me. ...but sure why not?" She asked as I gave a hoot as she smiled softly at that.

(Blitzo) (Drinking Buddy)

(Blitzo's POV)

I was in the bar after a shitty week at loo loo world and I was pissed and worn out. Then a equally worn out demon, spider demon at that sat next to me ordering a peach cocktail.

I looked over at her as I didn't know what to say, but she was pretty, and had a banging body.

"Uh hey there.....sugar....boobs I don't know- what do the kids say now to get people's attention." I said stumbling over my words as she looked at me, blinked, and then laughed.

"Sugar-boobs oh god! Oh that's- oh hon I don't know what kids say now a days...but I know I can say you're a handsome little imp." She purred as she she sat closer to me, I could feel the fluff from her chest tickling my arms

I blushed and got fluster. She smiles and orders us a drinks.

"You had a hard week like me, lets get drunk and bitch about it handsome~" She purrs.

"I like the sound of that- you paying right?" I say and She laughed again as she was getting on my lap and holding the drink up to my mouth.

"I'll pay baby~" she said smirking as she pulled out a pill and popped it into her drink.

"PCP babe?" She asked.

"Uh well normally my dad part would tell you not to do drugs.."

"aw that's sweet...but what about that other part?"

"The other parts saying fuck yea--" I was cut off as she put the pill in her mouth, and kissed me, pushing the pill into my mouth with her tongue.

I take it back with her and we pull away from each other as we let the pills take affect. Man I felt great. We drank and bitched and had a great time. We bitched about our bosses and coworkers mainly.

"So this bitch starts to steal all the clients who do NOT want to have sex even though she is fine with having sex for money!" She says. "Making it harder for me to make ends meat! And don't get me started on how Val reacts late pay!"

"I know! What's up with that shit? They act like they ain't got no money!"

"I know! Bitch ass..wanna go throw some drinks at some assholes?"

"Do I ever hoe!" She gave a laugh.

(Strikers pov) (personal body guard)

"Look this girl- she's important okay? She earns a lotta money- and I don't even gotta tell the simps they can's fuck her. They want that shit-- but they settle for what SHE gives. It's an amazing talent. But there are the occasional assholes. And I don't like them touching what's mine." Val said to me as the door opened as a beautiful spider demoness came in.

"Hey I uh stopped by to get coffee- thought I'd get you something val." She said smiling as she handed it to him as he gushed practically.

"I didn't even tell you to-- you're too good to me angel cakes- which is why I'm getting you your own body guard."

"Oh Daddy you do not have to do that." she says and then she turns to me and I felt my tail rattle at the sight of her she was beautiful.

And I think she felt the same as I see her face go red and I see Val-- is that a normal smile? Can't tell the fucker always has a smirk but I don't know.

"Hi I'm Angel dust you can call me Angel." "Striker pleasure miss."

She blushed more and I swore we were having a moment.

"Marie this is your Body Guard, he use to be my play thing but then I use him as my killer." He says reminding me I had to fuck my way to where I was. "He will keep you safe at all times.

"........" I see her looking right at me, not at my body but my face as I swore I saw her eye turn to a heart before she smiled and hugged Val.

"Thank you daddy-- Hey Striker check out my dressing room." She said as we left as she sighed. "I gotta shower after touching him." She said before smiling at me showing that her happiness around him was an act, one she only let go after a certain distance.

"Hey there cowboy- I don't want you to think I'm sexualizing you like I know val must have- but you're very handsome." I felt my tail flick at that.

"Well thank you ma'am I've been told I'm not bad for an imp."

"Oh no- I'm not talking about whatever race you are don't matter- you're the most handsome person I've seen."

(They hit it off about as good as Blitzo man her and imps man they get each other)

(XD She is good with Imps XD)

My tail Rattle and she wink.

"We can continue this later, Got ta shower handsome, feel free to watch~"

I watched her leave and I followed very eager to watch.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all of my friends]

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Meant To Be: Part 5

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drug use.

Word Count: 4,072

A/N: Y’all can thank @wings-of-a-raven for this one….

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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“So… you’re just going back, then.”

“Damn it.” You groaned as you shoved the last of your clothes back in a box to ship them back to Los Angeles. “She called in the cavalry.” You glanced over at Colson, who was standing in the nursery that could strangely only be accessed through your room, before looking back to the door where your father was leaning against the door frame.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, (Y/N)?” He asked. “Going back to him?”

“Excuse me?” You asked as you turned completely toward him. “Do I think it’s a good idea to go to LA to live with the father of my child? Is that what you’re asking me right now?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m asking you.” He said with a slow nod. “He wasn’t there for you, (Y/N). What makes you think he’s going to be there now?”

“Think the better question here would be where were you?” Colson asked softly as he carried a box full of toys out of the nursery to add to the stack that was temporarily destined for the small moving pod that was sitting in the driveway to be taken to his house the next day. “Because I left to save her and had I known about my son, that gap of time would’a been a lot shorter.” Your dad shut up relatively quickly since he hadn’t realized that your significant other was in the room as well, and Kels simply walked back into the nursery to finish packing.

“He’s got a point, you know.” You sighed as you grabbed another one of the rented plastic totes from the stack and set it on your bed to pack up the stack of laundry and photos off of your mom’s dresser (since yours was in a storage unit out in California.) “I love you, Dad but you turned your back on me when I got fucked up at your wedding. Mom when I dropped out, and Junior and Tabby did when I moved. The only person I’ve had by my side in the last ten years is Colson.”

“And who’s choice was that, (Y/N)? Huh?” Ross asked, harshly. “I don’t think you get it yet. Your actions are the reason we aren’t there…”

“No, you are the reason!” Colson shouted as he came out of the room, which startled Gage in his baby swing, and made him start to cry. “You’re her fucking father! The man that should have been by her fucking side no matter what!”

“Babe.” You tried as you picked up Gage to soothe him.

“What kinda man just abandons his fucking kid when she fucks up?”

“Baby…”

“She needed you, old man!” He roared as he stepped toward your father and you quickly stepped between the two men and put your hand on his chest.

“Colson, look at me. Hey…” You gave him a firm push, which didn’t move him far, but it was enough to get his attention. He huffed and put one of his hands on yours on his chest as the other went to your hip to pull you back a step away from your dad.

“And this is the kinda man you want to be around? This violent thug?”

“Fuck you, dick!”

“Colson! Walk it off!” You growled as you moved your hand and grabbed his chin. You yanked hard, and guided his eyes to his own crying son. “Take him, please. We have a flight to catch and we have to get this shit out to the storage box before we go. And I can’t do that shit by myself if you’re making our son cry when he should be napping.”

“You’re right.” He said as he physically relaxed in the safety of the nursery. “You and your fucking Jedi mind shit.”

“Just take your son, please.” You sighed with a smirk. “I have to cover your slack now, too.”

“Jesus, bitch! Ain’t that fucking hard to be a mom.” He teased as he quickly stepped out of your reach.

“Fucker!” You barked as you kicked him hard in the butt cheek. “Get him back to sleep. I’m gunna carry this stack up.” You paused in the doorway and looked at your father with your eyebrow raised. “What? It surprises you that the tattooed, piece of shit thug is that passionate about me when my own family only cares when my son got involved?” You gave him a tight lipped smile and nodded your head as you picked up two boxes and stood in front of your dad until he moved. 

“He’s my family.” You said to him as you stoped by his side for a moment longer. “And I love him. So yes, I’m going with him to California, then I think somewhere overseas for his tour. Not sure. But I’ll be… we will be with him as a family. One that doesn’t turn their backs on loved ones no matter what.” With a slight bob of your head goodbye, you turned and headed toward the stairs to finally finish packing the POD so you could catch your flight.

——

You weren’t exactly sure how you forgot the insanity, but when Gage’s bedtime came and went, and the party was still raging down stairs, you quickly realized that raising a child in Colson’s house was going to be a very difficult challenge. You didn’t want to be ‘that bitch’ that came in and tried to change his lifestyle but the later it got and the more Gage cried, the more pissed off you were. You were at least glad that Kels had a small balcony off his master bedroom, which helped damper the sound, but even so, Gage would not fall asleep. Which is exactly why you found yourself, sitting on a slightly broken lounge chair, with your six month old laying on your chest, watching the Wiggles on the baby channel on your phone at three in the morning.

“Stupid fucking Wiggles.” You grumbled softly under your breath as your son laid peacefully, mesmerized by the bright colors on the screen. “Shit’s like a bad fuckin’ acid trip. Who the fuck though this was a good idea anyways? Should be fucking banned…” Your words were cut off by the deafening rumble of a chainsaw, which made you lurch to your feet.

“Oh no!” You shouted as you ran through the house with Gage once again screaming in your ear since either the sound, or your quick movement startled him. Your heart raced in your chest because you knew, at this late hour, there were enough drugs and alcohol involved in this situation to kill an elephant and that someone was gunna get seriously hurt with that chainsaw. 

“Colson!” You roared as you ripped open the front door and moved Gage to your hip. Your boyfriend whipped around to look at you with wide, panicked eyes as he let the chainsaw in his hand putter to a stop. You shook your head and hiked your son up a little bit more as words escaped you. ‘No’ was all you managed to say before you turned around and slammed the front door behind you. You started all over again with calming your son down as you headed back upstairs, and the front door opened a few moments before you slammed the bedroom door closed behind you.

“OK.” You soothed as you laid Gage down in your arms and started to bounce him gently to calm him down again. “I know, baby boy. Mommy’s not happy either.”

“Babe.” Colson said softly as he came into the room, which made you instantly round on him with rage in your eyes.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” You screamed as you continued to bounce. “A fucking chainsaw?! Colson, you are so fucking high, I don’t even think you could tell me what Gage’s middle name is…”

“Michael.” He interrupted, daringly as he closed the bedroom door.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” You screamed as you set Gage down in his rocker. “It’s three in the Goddamn morning and your son has been up here screaming for HOURS! So don’t you dare think you can get smart with me right now!”

“Yo, I’m…”

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it!” You countered over him as you stuck your finger in his face, angrily. “You are the one that wanted us here. You are the one that wanted to be a fucking father. So fucking act like a fucking father and let your Goddamn son go to fucking bed already! He’s exhausted from the time change, I’m exhausted from listening to him scream, and you’re downstairs snorting coke like it’s the fucking 80’s again. Get your fucking shit together, Kels.” You slammed your finger into his chest so hard, you heard your knuckle crack and he reached out and quickly grabbed your wrist before you could turn away.

“OK.” He said simply with a nod of his head, knowing that this was not the time to piss you off because you would swing on him. “My bad. I’ll wrap it up and come help get him to sleep. I’m sorry, baby girl.”

“You fucking better be.” You barked as you ripped your arm out of his grip and went back to pick up your son. “Goddamn chainsaw. It’s three in the fucking morning and you dumb mother fuckers are running a fucking chainsaw. Fucking idiots.” Kels watched you step back onto the patio with a shake of your head, and after a moment, he turned and quickly headed down stairs.

“Yo, parties over.” He called out as he turned down the music.

“The fuck?!”

“Dude, you just got back…”

“Yea, and I got a screamin’ son and a pissed off baby mama upstairs that need to get some sleep. So keep your shit down because I don’t feel like getting fucking stabbed tonight.”

“Dude.” Baze laughed as he poured himself another drink. “When’d you get fucking whipped?”

“When I had a fucking kid, dog.” Colson snapped as he grabbed two beers from the fridge in hopes that they would be a good start of a peace offering. “When I became a fucking parent. That’s when I got fucking whipped.” With a shake of his head, he grabbed some weed from the bag the counter and headed out of the kitchen to calm you down. “And keep the fucking music down!” He called out over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs. He slipped into the room as silently as he could and cringed when he heard Gage still whimpering on the patio.

“Here, baby girl.” He tried as he set the beers and the bud down on the bed on his way outside. “Give him here. Go smoke…”

“Why do you do this to me, Colson?” You asked as you turned around toward him with tears in your eyes. “Huh? Why do you constantly make me the bad guy?”

“Babe, it’s not like that.” He sighed as he gently took Gage from your arms.

“But it is.” You sighed as you walked past him. “Because I know the crew enough to know they called you pussy whipped for wanting to get my son to bed at a reasonable hour. I know that being up here to do something other than getting laid right now is the last thing you want to be doing when there’s at least a half dozen half naked skanks downstairs. And I also know that every minute for the last seven hours, I wanted to be down there partying it up with friends I haven’t really seen in a year…”

“So why didn’t you?”

“What and let him just scream up here all by himself?” You snapped as you flopped down on the bed and cracked open one of the beers. “What kind of mother would that have made me? And don’t you dare say you could have stayed up here with him because we both know you would have lost your shit.” With a heavy sigh, Colson sat down on the bed beside you and moved Gage to lay on his chest comfortably.

“I’m trying, (Y/N).” He said as he looked over at you with a small shake of his head. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

“And you think I do? Colson, I’m literally in the same boat as you here. But I can tell you this much for damn sure, we need to find a fucking medium because if night one of us being here was any fucking indication of what it’s gunna be like to live with you again, then I’m taking Gage and finding my own place again and we can figure out some kind of co-parenting shit.”

“No, please.” He said quickly as he sat up a little bit in fear. “Please, I just got you back…”

“Then fucking meet me in the middle here, Kels.” You interrupted as you gestured to the two of you with your finger. “Us as parents, and us as partiers. Because we can’t live on two different pages in the same house. I can’t be a mom and your booty call when you want it while you party it up with our friends. We’re gunna fucking resent each other for that shit real quick and it is gunna tear us apart.”

“And I swear baby girl, I will figure out how to do that ASAP. Just fucking bear with me, OK? I’ll get us there.”

“You better.” You sighed as you got up to grab his bowl from the entertainment center. “And no more Goddamn chainsaws, you hear me?”

“Don’t you wanna hear the idea…”

“No!” You interrupted as you grabbed the weed off the bed and stepped out onto the balcony. “Shit was probably stupid as fuck.”

“It really was.” He chuckled as he laid back down with Gage on his chest so he could sooth him to sleep. “But it was funny as fuck all the same.”

——

“Hey (Y/N).” Colson said as softly as he could as he kneeled on the bed beside you and ran his fingertips through your hair. You growled at him for waking you up just a few hours after you went to bed and pulled the blanket up over your head.

“Unless you or Gage is dying, you better get the fuck away from me, Colson or I will fucking stab you again.”

“No one is dying.” He chuckled as he very carefully pulled the blanket back. “But you, me, and Gage are gunna go to a hotel for a couple days. I have a surprise but it’s gunna keep you and him up for a couple days…”

“I fucking hate you.” You groaned as you opened your eyes to look up at him. “What’s the surprise?” 

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Come on. I already packed us up a bag, and fed and changed Gage. Just gotta get you dressed.”

“I’m dressed enough.” You sighed as you sat up and rubbed your hand down your face. You glanced down at the ‘Bloom’ shirt that showed most of your tattooed side thanks to the sleeves and most of the under arm holes being cut out, and nodded. “Fuck it, I’m in LA.”

“OK, you at least need pants.” He laughed as he handed you the pair of jeans he had grabbed from your suitcase. “And shoes.”

“Wait, you’re telling me you heated up a bottle all by yourself?” You asked incredulously as you pulled on your jeans and looked at your tired little boy in his crib from your storage unit in the corner.

“Without the microwave, too.” He said proudly as he held out your sunglasses. “Come on, it’s gunna get really loud in here real soon.” With a heavy sigh, you went over to pick up Gage as Colson grabbed your bag and the car seat. You headed out of the room and nearly tripped over Rook, who was coming out of his bedroom with a large pile of his clothes in his arms.

“Where are you going?”

“Keep walkin’, Uber’s waitin’.” Colson said behind you as JP continued down the hall in front of you. You sighed and did what you were told, too tired to care anymore. You were beyond grateful that he picked a hotel close by and had pulled some strings to get a quiet room, because by the time you got into said room, you had just enough time to pull off your jeans, and put Gage down on the bed beside you before you were back asleep. He let you sleep for the better part of the day before he gently woke you up by running his finger down the bridge of your nose.

“Hey sunshine.” He cooed with a smile. “If you sleep any more, you’re not gunna be able to sleep tonight.” You whined and rolled over on to your back, startling the slightest bit when Gage was laid down on your chest. His giggle made a smile pull at the corner of your lips and you opened your eyes to see his blue eyes staring back at you.

“Well hi there handsome.” You cooed as you put your hands on his back to keep him from rolling off you. “Did you have a fun day with Daddy?”

“We went down to the pool.” Colson said with a smile as he laid down against your side. “And we went swimming for a little bit. Then we went to the atrium and looked at all the plants… and we took some pictures for Mommy and let Mommy catch up on sleep because Daddy’s a fuck head.”

“Daddy is a fuck head.” You giggled as you tilted your head to the side a bit to look at Gage’s new hair style. “And giving out free mohawks?”

“Well I knew you would be pissed if I cut it and he was starting to look a little androgynous…”

“Ooo, big word.”

“Fuck you.” He grumbled as he reached up and fixed the ‘hawk. “So I made my son look bad ass.”

“I would have killed you if you cut his hair.” You said with a small nod as you looked over at him. “But I’m digging the mohawk.”

“It’s fucking bad ass.” He chuckled with a smile. “We’re gunna have to get special EST shit for him since 19 doesn’t work.”

“We both need new tattoos.” You said with a nod as you poked the 19XX tattoo on his collarbone that matched the one across your hip bone. “Fuck, now I want a new tattoo.”

“We should get matching tats for Gage.”

“What the fucking six we already have ain’t enough for you?”

“Bitch.” He groaned as he flicked you in the temple. “Keep that shit up and I’ll call the sitter back and you can order fucking pizza for dinner of some shit.”

“What sitter?” You snapped as you looked over at him with your eyebrow raised. “I’m not leaving him…”

“Relax.” He said as he propped his head up on his fist. “I called Ashleigh. She’s got a niece and she used to baby sit when she was younger all the fucking time. I trust her not to fuck up our kid.”

“Colson, that in no fucking way, shape, or form reassures me.”

“Oh fucking suck it up.” He laughed as he pushed himself up. “We’re going up the fucking block to dinner to get on the same fucking page about shit, OK? Now get your ass up, get into that smokin hot black dress that makes that ass look so fucking good, and let’s go fucking eat some fucking steak like a couple’a sexy carnivores.”

“I’m not going.” You said with a shake of your head as you held Gage to your chest a little tighter.

“Yes… you are.” Colson said, simply as he came over and picked up his son. “Hey, little man. You gunna stay with Ash tonight so Daddy can smooth talk Mommy into his pants again?”

“Richard Colson Baker!” You snapped as you got out of bed and whipped around to look at him. “No sexcapades talk to the baby!”

“Oh, Daddy’s getting lucky tonight.”

——

“Kels! Kels, over here!”

“(Y/N)! Are you finally going back to Penthouse?”

“Where’s your son?”

“Here, baby. Over here.” Colson said softly as he let go of your hand and put it on the small of your back. “Guys! Can you fuckin’ move and let her walk, please?!” You stuttered a bit and stopped walking when someone with a giant camera stopped at the curb in front of you.

“Guys, please?” You asked as you put your hand up in front of your face to shield your eyes from the camera flashes to look for the town car that was supposed to be picking you up.

“Yo, fucking move!” Kels roared as the camera people kept taking their photos and not giving a damn about either of your privacy as they fought to get one of the first photos of you and Colson out in public together. Your hand flew out to catch his fist before he swung on the man with the camera in your face.

“I won’t ask you again.” You growled evenly as you stepped around the photographer.

“Babe!” Colson shouted as he grabbed your arm and yanked you back on the sidewalk as the car came screeching to a stop where you had just been standing and only a few inches away from the man with the camera. You stumbled into his chest and the paparazzi actually stopped taking pictures for a moments. “Go, go.” Colson said quickly as he ran in front of you and ripped open the back door of the car. You sprinted on your toes in your heels and ducked around him into the car at the same moment the photographers started to take their photos again.

“Drive!” You said as Kels slammed the door behind himself. “Just drive!” You ducked your head below the seat and realized that you were actually panting to catch your breath as Colson whipped around and cupped your face in his hands.

“Holy fuck… are you OK? Jesus, come here.” You shook your head as he pulled you into his arms with a heavy sigh. “Fuck, that fucking car was right there.”

“I’m fine.” You sighed as you sat up and flipped your hair back. “Jesus, Colson. I said yes to dinner, not to being fucking mauled.”

“OK, are you at least fucking OK? Scared the fucking shit outta me.”

“How the fuck did they even know we were staying at a fucking hotel?”

“Because I was down in the fucking lobby with Gage.” Colson sighed as he leaned back against his seat. He gave the driver the address of the restaurant and huffed as he looked over at you with a smile. “At least you look hot.”

“You’re an asshole.” You laughed as you pulled your phone from your bag to check your hair and makeup. “Knew I should have stayed in bed with my son.”

“Wrong. You get to party it up with me instead starting right now. Yay!” You looked over at him and did a double take as he shook a small vial of coke between his fingers.

“Wait, you’re serious?” You hissed as you glanced up at your man.

“You quit breastfeeding just this week.” He said as he unscrewed the vial. “And I want my party girl back. Even if it is for one night.” You bit your cheeks to hide your smirk as he poured out a bump on his hand and held it out between the two of you. “Come on, baby. Fly with me.”

“You are a very, very bad influence.” You whispered as you carefully pulled his hand up a bit to snort the coke down. You shivered at the distantly familiar burn and sniffled as you sat up straight. “Bad influence, Colson. So, so bad.”

“How the fuck else did we get Gage?” He teased as he did a bump himself before pouring one more out for you. “Quick, we’re here.”

“Horrible.” You muttered as you did the last bump. “Fuck, that’s good shit.”

“Welcome home, baby girl.” Colson said as he slid the vial into the nice leather jacket he had on. “Welcome home.”

Part 6

[bigcat-hanson]

Long Way From Home [Part One] | Arin Hanson X Reader

You and your best (and only) high school friend, Arin, spend a day together at the new mall in your hometown. Your parents give you earth shattering news that turns your world upside down

Word count: 1670

     The tires of your bike propelled you forward, the occasional rock crunching below its weight. Your legs pedaled as fast as they could, fueled by your determination to beat him to your destination. There was no way he could catch up to you in time.

     “Slow down! You’re already winning!”

     “No chance, Hanson!”

     Two sets of tires skidded to a stop in front of the mall in your hometown of Wellington, Florida. It hadn’t even been a year since the mall was built, and it was already riddled with tourist trap crap. There were machines at every turn for little trinkets and souvenirs. Pressed pennies, cheesy keychains, and dad hats. You thought it was a bit cringy, but for whatever reason, Arin loved it.

     “Alright, (Y/N), lunch or Pokemon card hunt first?” Arin looked at you as he asked the question, waiting for your answer before entering the building. You adjusted the strap of your backpack to prevent it from further slipping off of your shoulder.

     “Cards. That way you can open them and brag about it while we eat. You did remember to bring your sleeves, right?”

     “In my pocket. I didn’t bring that many, though. I probably won’t get any rares.”

     “Fingers crossed. Alright, let’s go.”

     The mall was busy, as it was practically every weekend since it opened. The two of you swerved through crowds, around slow walkers and even managed to dodge the few seemingly unattended children that ran a million miles an hour in your direction. As you approached the game store, you crossed your fingers, hoping you could find what you were looking for. 

     Arin bolted directly inside and to the card display before you even had a chance to set foot inside. It wasn’t hard to find him when you finally did. The large sign advertising the new Pokemon: Neo Destiny release was practically a beacon for finding your friend. He already had at least seven packs in his hands by the time you found him.

     “Dear christ, Arin. You know you can’t buy out the whole store, right?” you laughed, gesturing to the packs of cards in his hands. 

     “It’s only ten packs!” he said defensively, grabbing one last pack. You shook your head, unable to help the smile that crept onto your face. 

     With pockets full of new Pokemon cards, Arin followed you to the food court. Both of you had agreed that it would be best if you took your food to one of the tables outside, and after receiving your orders, did just that. As Arin placed the food onto the table, you removed a small box from your backpack and slid it across the table to him, the Pokeball design slightly scratched from it. 

     “Ok, fingers crossed. Crack ‘em open, Hanson,” you prompted, taking the hot fries out of their container and cautiously biting into them. The look of excitement on his face was one that you wouldn’t trade for the world. 

     The first half was nothing to brag about. Almost every card was a common, with some neat looking holofoils mixed in. The next four packs after that revealed a number of low-level rares, all of which ended up getting sleeved just in case. Then there was the last pack. 

     “Holy shit! Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me?! Yo!!” Arin practically screamed, a look of amazement plastered on his face as he stared at the card in his hand. His free hand ran through his hair as he let out an excited laugh.

     “Wanna share with the class there, bud?” Your voice held a tinge of amusement. Seeing him that excited never ceased to be one of your favorite things in the world. 

     “I got a foil Dark fucking Espeon! Holy fucking Christ!” He scrambled wildly to find a sleeve to put the card in, his frantic movements turning into careful, precise ones as he slipped the card into one. 

     “Good pull, Hanson! God damn, nice work.”

     “That’s fucking awesome. Oh my god, I can’t believe I pulled that. That’s amazing.” You did have to admit, the shine of the foil did make it look super cool.

     “Alright, mission accomplished, fantastic pull made. You gonna eat or what?” you asked, placing the now full box of Pokemon cards back in the backpack. You gathered up the empty card packs and threw them away as Arin finally started eating his lunch. 

     You were finally about to head out after he had finished eating, but before you could even see your bikes, Arin grabbed your arm to prevent you from walking any further.

     “Look! They have one of those machines where you can make your own dog tags!” You looked in the direction that he was now pointing and, sure enough, he was right. You sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.

     “Arin, no. It’s cheesy tourist crap. I’m not doing that.” You tried to take a step forward, but he just pulled you back. 

     “Come on, please? Perfect ending to a perfect day. Think of how cool it would be to have dog tags with our names on them! Please, (Y/N), I promise I’ll never ask for anything like this again. Just this once, I promise,” he pleaded. You so desperately wanted to say no, that it was most likely cheap metal that would rust or break within a week, but as he always did in moments like these, he was boring a hole into your soul with those damn eyes of his, and you couldn’t resist.

     “Damn it. Fine, but just this once, and only because of the Espeon,” you relented, still trying to hold even a shred of sternness. Still keeping a hold on your arm, he bolted over to the machine and began digging around for coins in his pockets. You took the handful of quarters you always kept in a small pocket of your backpack and handed them to him.

     “Ok, uh, what should I put on it?”

     “Didn’t you just say you wanted your name on it like, three seconds ago?”

     “I mean, yea, but I want this to be perfect. I don’t know if just my name and a little picture of a palm tree would be cool enough.”

     “Here, let me do mine first,” you offered, moving in front of the machine. The quarters clinked as they disappeared inside, and the machine whirred to life. You typed out what you wanted to be on the tag, making sure to hide the display from Arin until you were finished. The machine went to work carving the letters and image into the metal, and dropping it into the dispenser once it was done.

     Arin got to it before you did, reaching into the slot and bringing it closer to himself to read it.

AJH (Y/I) ESPEON 2002

     He laughed as he read it, rubbing his thumb over the little carved palm tree under the lettering.

     “Well?” you asked, smiling at his apparent amusement with your inscription choice. He nodded and handed the small piece of metal to you.

     “That’s perfect. I’m doing that, too.” Taking a step back, you dramatically gestured to the machine, allowing him to make his own. Once the tag clattered out of the machine, he picked it up and inspected it before proudly turning it towards you, revealing an exact replica of the design you had used. “Now we match.”

     “Yes we do. Alright, I really need to head home. Let’s go.”

~~~~~

     The front door to your house closed quietly behind you. Something was up. Usually, your parents would still be at work at this point in the day, but for whatever reason, both of them were home. You walked into the kitchen to get yourself some water, when your mom called you into her bedroom.

     “Hi,” you said cautiously, not sure what to expect. The two of them both sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly waiting for you set your nerves on edge.

     “Come sit down. We have something to tell you.” Your dad gestured to a chair sitting across from them as he spoke. You sat down, expecting the worst. 

     “What’s going on?”

     “I know this is going to be hard for you, but your mother and I agree that it would be the best thing for you.”

     “What? What are you talking about?”

     “You’re going to move to Arizona with your au-”

     “Arizona?! What? Mom, what is he talking about?”

     “Your aunt has an extra room in her house, and there’s a really good high school there for you. I promise you’ll like it there.”

     “I don’t know anyone there! It’s hard enough for me to make friends here, let alone in a completely new place!”

     “We understand that, but a good education is worth it.”

     “But Arin-”

     “Arin will be fine without you. Now, we need this to happen as soon as possible, so you’ll fly out first thing tomorrow with your essentials, and we’ll send the rest of your things as soon as…”

     Your mom’s words suddenly sounded like you were hearing them from the inside of a glass jar as you tried to process this. You knew things were bad for the three of you, but not bad enough to send you across the country. How the hell could they afford to move you away like this when they could hardly put food on the table on a consistent basis? How could they send you away from the only friend you had without giving you a chance to say goodbye?

     “You’ll tell him, right? That I say goodbye, and I’ll miss him, and that I’m sorry. You’ll tell him?” Your words were strained, every ounce of energy being spent on trying not to break down then and there. Your parents exchanged a look, but through your foggy eyes, you couldn’t tell what it was about.

     “We will. If I were you, I’d pack for tomorrow so you don’t have to worry about it when you wake up.”

[deans-baby-momma]

Past Haunts-Part 20

A/N: Guys! This is the last part. There is an epilogue that will be posted next Sunday but after that, no more Past Haunts. I enjoyed seeing everyone’s reactions as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. I am sad to see it go too!!! 

'He's lying,' I thought to myself. 'He has to be lying. No way, someone who looks like him was a virgin at 17 years old.'

"Dean, don't lie to me."

"I'm not Becks, " he tells me sincerely. "You were my first and I never regretted it."

"Really?" I tried to fight the smile but it crept onto my face.

Dean huffed a half laugh. "You think I would have been that damn clumsy otherwise.  Hell, I as nervous as a whore in church on Sunday morning."

*FLASHBACK (Rebecca's POV)

After Dean had kissed me, we went back to watching the movie. Toward the end of All Saints Day, I reached over and placed my fingers with his. He didn't acknowledge the movement other than the grin he got on his face. When the movie was over and the pizza and popcorn was all gone, Sammy began being the irritating little brother I had heard other kids complain about. He kept asking a million questions and I could tell Dean was getting annoyed. I pull some money out of my pocket and give it to the whiny kid.

"Here ya go. There's an arcade down at the end. Go crazy!"

Sammy's whole face lights up as he jumps off the bed. "Can I, Dean? I promise not to go any further."

Dean looks at me and then to his brother. He gets a serious look on his face and tells him, "No further. And if you see anything….suspicious come back here. You know the codeword. "

"Poughkeepsie, " Sam says with a nod. He grabs his jacket and heads out the door.  

Dean turns to me then. 

*END FLASHBACK*

"You weren't the only one! As soon as Sam left the room, I realized what I had done and, to be honest, I seriously thought I was going to be sick."

"I'm glad you didn't. Would've put a damper on the mood."

I laugh and notice Dean scoot closer on the couch.

"So you didn't get rid of my brother to seduce me Becks?"

*FLASHBACK (Dean's POV)*

As soon as the door shut behind Sammy, my whole body went on alert. I was alone in the room with a girl. What was I supposed to do? What was she expecting me to do? Do I just pretend that it's no big deal or do I try to kiss her again? Honestly, I want to kiss her again

And again and again, and more. But I don't know what she wants. What if Sammy had just been aggravating her too? 

I take a cautious step closer to her and she mimics me. A few more steps and she is right there in front of me. I can smell her strawberry shampoo, see her kiss-swollen lips. I lick mine as I tentatively reach for her.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. She loops hers around my neck and I go for it. This kiss is even better than the first. I take a chance and swipe my tongue across the seam of her closed lips. She gasps and it gives me just enough room to lick into her mouth. 

She tastes like heaven,  if there was a heaven. Our tongues wrestle for dominance. I revel in the feat as I lightly suck on hers, causing her to moan.

Next thing I know, we are laid out on the bed in just our underclothes,  her in her bra and panties and me in my boxers and socks. 

*END FLASHBACK*

"No," I answer him breathlessly and move towards him. "I had no idea what I was doing."

"Me neither," he confesses  as he reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear. 

"Do you now?" I ask without thinking,  just looking into those green eyes. I cringe as I realize what I said. I really didn't want to know how many women he has been with all this time.

"I've gotten better," he says smugly. "I know not to use a sandwich wrapper as protection."

We both bust out laughing at that memory.

*FLASHBACK (3rd person POV)*

Dean nervously pulls Rebecca's bra straps over her shoulders.  As soon as there was slack in the bands, he reached around and unclasped her bra, having trouble with the fastener. He pulls the material from her body and drops it to the floor. He slowly lowers his head and places a gentle kiss to her pink nipple, flicking his tongue lightly across the hardening bud. 

He pulls away and sets up on his knees.  His dick thickening in his shorts. Rebecca lays on to her back and looks up at him. He hooks his fingers into her panties and leisurely pulls them off her hips and down her legs. Stepping backwards off the bed,  he drops the lingerie into the floor and, never taking his eyes from hers, drops his boxers and steps out of them.

Climbing back up the bed, he claims her mouth. He can feel his dick growing and rubbing against the outside of her thigh.

"Dean," Rebecca breathes out. Their eyes meet and they both realize that this is actually happening. They are about to have sex. 

"Do you have a condom?" she asks him and Dean internally chastises himself for not replacing the one in his wallet that his dad gave him when he became a teenager. A four-year-old condom probably wouldn't do the job properly.

He looks around and sees the cellophane wrappers from the sandwich he had for dinner the day before. He grabs the plastic wrapper and shake the crumbs off it. It keeps sandwiches fresh and dry so it should work, right? He wraps it around his length, making sure the tip is covered. Once he is confident that he is protected, he slides between Rebecca's legs and grabs the base.

"Ready baby?"

Rebecca is biting on her bottom lip but nods. Dean runs the tip along her slit and stops right at her entrance. "This might hurt and I'm sorry."

"Okay," Rebecca answers timidly.

Dean pushes past her folds and right into her body. Only the head though. Rebecca is so tight he knows it's going to take some work before he can get all the way in.

He leans down and captures her mouth in a kiss, thrusting his tongue between her lips. Slowly he pulls out and pushes his dick back into her body, getting an inch or two further. They resume kissing as he continues the task of pushing and pulling until he is finally fully seated inside her. She whimpers and he looks at her, fearful he had hurt her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea, just keeping doing what you're doing. It'll get better."

Dean begins pumping into her as she becomes vocal with moans and grunts; he does too. Her tight channel squeezes him so deliciously that in no time he is cumming and he feels her body clamp down on him as she throws her head back in a wail. "Oh God! Dean!"

*END FLASHBACK*

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed with a laugh.  "I totally forgot about that! No damn wonder I got pregnant!"

Dean laughs along with me for a minute then becomes serious, "You know,  I really thought it would work. Rebecca, I didn't mean to…"

"I know," I assure him as I move next to him and turn to look at him. "And if I had had  a way to contact you when that test was positive, I would have." I look up at him and the expression on his face and in his eyes takes my breath away. The display of complete adoration and love is evident.

"I don't have any plastic wrap but do you-" I begin but am cut off when his mouth covers mine. I willingly open my mouth when his tongue sweeps across my lips. We kiss until we both need air and part ways,  panting. 

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Absolutely, Dean. I have loved you for 14 years. I want this. I want you."

Dean picks me up bridal style and I direct him to my bedroom. 

As we undress each other, we both take notice of the changes in both of us. He traces a fingertip along the stretch marks that litter my body and I observe the muscles and scars that weren't on him before. I kiss each one as if he is made of glass. 

When he drags his boxers off, I gasp. "You're,  um… bigger than I remember."

He smirks and leans down, kissing me softly. "Don't worry baby. I'll go as slow as I did the last time."

He grabs his jeans and pulls out his wallet. I see the foil packet as he rips it open and rolls the condom down his length. 

He crawls over me and hovers above my body. "I love you Rebecca Quentin. I always have." His kisses distract me completely as he enters my body. The feeling of being full overwhelms me and I have to disconnect from him to catch a breath. 

"Fuck Dean," I exclaim. "I forgot how good this felt." We lock eyes and breathe each other's air while my body adjusts. As soon as I adapt to him inside me, I speak up. "Ok, move."

For over an hour we are connected until both of us find our release, together. He reluctantly pulls out and away from me to discard the used condom as I glance at the clock. 

"Oh shit," I utter, clambering to get up and get dressed. "Whitney will be home in 15 minutes.”

When our daughter comes through the door, Dean and I are sitting at the kitchen table, as if just a few minutes ago we weren't in the throes of passion. Dean only stays for a few minutes after she arrives, saying he has to go pick Sam up and head out of town.

He gives Whitney a hug and it pulls at my heartstrings, seeing them together. He approaches me and hugs me. I can tell he doesn't want to let go; I don't either. Ultimately he pulls away and heads for the door, looking back at us one more time. We follow him to the door, watching him get in the car and back out of the driveway.

I hug Whitney to my side as we watch the taillights of that black car from my past disappear. The boy I loved, the man I love now, disappear with them.

"That was him, wasn't it?" she asks, timid and quiet.

"Who, hun?"

"My dad. That was my father, right?"

I look down into her usually bright green eyes, this time though they were dull and tear-filled.

"Yea," I sighed out. "Yea it was."

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[hardassexcop]

Parenthood @Marissa_SASBDB @HardAssExCop

Marissa:  It had been nearly a week since our little warrior Rhavage was born. He was a good boy for me and his Daddy. I still couldn’t believe he was our little bundle of joy. He slept through the day just like us, night time he would keep us awake the whole family loved him. Everyone took turns in holding him, Butch took a week off rotation just to help and let me rest, it was heaven. Looking at him he was devoted to Rhavage whenever he woke up he was there told me to stay in bed and rest. I think since having Rhavage it’s changed him a little he is more focus and he is such a loving father to him. I guess that is why I love him so much, he puts us first like he always did with me. Just seeing him with Rhavage, I feel pain for him because he never got the love from his own family. That is why I am going to make sure that he is with us everyday/night. He is my soulmate the love of my life.

My arms were around Butch as we was snuggling in bed. Rhavage was in his moses basket next to our bed. I could hear him in his sleep making noises it was so cute as if he was dreaming. I lifted my head and smiled at Butch “Can you hear him baby?” Placing my arm over his chest “He sounds as if he is dreaming baby.”  Moving up closer as I planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Butch:  

Laying in bed, Marissa had her arm across my chest, Rhavage was asleep in the Moses basket by our bed “Yeah I can baby. I wonder if he's dreaming of his next feed” Chuckling softly,  capturing Marissa's lips with my own. I was blessed with a loving mate, a young who we both adore. Wrath had given me the week off rotation to adjust to fatherhood. I was helping out the best I could with Rhavage with his feed or if he needed his diaper changing. I never knew how much a baby could poop! And it stank. Yes even worse than V's socks.

Everyone in the mansion were flocking to see our little warrior, taking turns to hold him, coo over him. The females were taking it in turns to pamper Rhavage, I bet he now knows how a parcel in pass the parcel feels now. This was my family, the joys of a new life, new beginnings. But at times I did think of Odell and how she would of love to see Rhavage, but would of that tipped her further over the edge in her dementia? Would any of the other O'Neals would believe her, if mother had lived, a word she said. They would of passed it off as one of her little episodes.

Sighing deeply as Marissa's and mine lips parted, I was about to talk to her when Rhavage began to become restless. First it was a whimper till he cranked the volume up and cried at the top of his lungs. “Is the next feed in the fridge baby?” Getting out of bed towards the moses basket. I bent over scooping Rhavage into my arms “Hungry I guess?” Rhavage answered with a loud wail “Yep your hungry” Handing the little man to Marissa I headed out into the lounge and into the gallery kitchen.

Marissa: As I was laying next to Butch, Rhavage gave out a massive wail it was loud. Yep, I guess our little warrior is hungry. Butch got out of bed and passed Rhavage to me, I held him in my arms  as Butch went towards the lounge into the kitchen to get him a bottle. “Baby, I could just breastfeed him, keep the bottles for when we need them. It saves you getting up while we are both here baby. Yea my boobs hurt but that is because he likes his food.” Laughing softly. “Sometimes he sucks really hard, he is even worse than you baby. But he needs to feed so I don’t mind.”

Butch:

Once in the kitchen Marissa yells out about breastfeeding “Now she tells me” saying this to myself. Shouting back to her “I'm coming back baby” Back in the bedroom Rhavage had latched onto Marissa's nipple and was suckling to his heart's content. Lucky boy having that harden bud in his mouth. The instant I thought of Marissa's nipple in my mouth the guy down below got hard, turning my back I rearranged myself “Not now you traitor” Turning back around Marissa was stroking Rhavage on the side of his face. “Baby do you want to take our little warrior to the Safe Place tonight? The females and the young will adore him” Perching on the edge of the bed I brought my hand up, letting Rhavage hold onto my index finger.

Marissa: After I shouted to Butch about me breastfeeding he shouted back that he was on his way back. Rhavage was still wailing until I lifted him up closer holding him tight with my hands supporting his back, trying to ease him. That is when he latched onto my nipple hard, sucking so hard making these cute sounds. “Damn Rhavage you are just as bad as your Daddy.” Laughing more  “Though I should think he would be jealous right about now that it’s not him and maybe have a bulge in his pants.” I carry on feeding our little warrior.

Butch: Rhavage had his feed which took about thirty minutes, but he needs milk to grow and poop more in his diaper. Once he had done Marissa passed Rhavage to me, I laid him gently over my shoulder, patting his back gently till he deafened me with burp “Where did that come from? Your big toes?” Laying him back on our bed, I played with him whilst I talked with Marissa “What do you think of going to the Safe Place baby?” I continued to make cooing noises to Rhavage till Marissa answered me.

Marissa: After I finished feeding Rhavage, Butch took him out of my arms and starting patting his back he gave out a large burp. Laughs softly just like his Daddy. Watching him as Butch played with our son, making me laugh a lot. “That sounds like a great idea baby. I bet everyone can’t wait to meet him, baby. He is going to get very spoiled baby. I bet I am only inside for a about 2 minutes and he will be gone out of my arms. When shall we go baby?”

Butch:  

“We can go tonight if you want to baby. You have a shower and I'll get Rhavage ready” As Marissa got up I gave that sexy ass of hers a quick slap. I scooped Rhavage into my arms and carried him over to the changing station. Laying him down I got a clean diaper from the draw below, some wipes and some talc. I proceeded to change Rhavage's diaper, putting the dirty diaper into a diaper sack and tied it up, throwing it into the trash can. Placing the clean diaper under him, I grabbed some wipes and cleaned his butt. Taking a clean cloth I patted him dry, grabbed the bottle of talc and shock it into his butt and front. Once done I taped the diaper together at the sides “One clean warrior, now for some clothes” With one hand on Rhavage I bent down grabbing a baby grow, a little t shirt with the Red Sox on and a little pair of jeans. Putting them on him was like having a wrestling match, at one point Rhavage was winning but I got the better of him and got him dressed. Picking him up I turned towards the bathroom door as Marissa emerged from the bathroom “We got one clean kiddo here baby”

Marissa: I placed Rhavage into Butch’s arm as I headed to the bathroom for a shower. “Butch’s hand caught me on the cheek of my butt, as I headed towards the bathroom. “Mmm baby” laughing softly as I headed into the shower. I finished in the shower getting myself dressed I could hear Butch and Rhavage in the other room. I opened the door slightly watching them both. I could see Rhavage having a wrestling match with his dad and Butch was trying to dress him, it was so cute to see. My little warrior trying to give his daddy a run for his money but it didn’t work Butch got the better of him. The noises he was making made my heart melt. Then Butch told me our little warrior was clean. “I can see that baby, I was watching you both.”

Butch:

“You were? Did you see him put up the fight of his life there. Baby he doesn't like having clothes on, I think we have a nudist here” Laughing handing Rhavage back to Marissa. “I'm going to take a quick shower and then we set to go” Pressing my lips against Marissa's I headed into the bathroom. Once in there I turned the shower on, kicked my boxers off and stepped under the water. Grabbing the soap I did a quick foaming over my body, under my nut sac and suds down my back. Putting the soap back I turned the shower off and stepped out, drying myself off I went back into the bedroom, going to the closet I dressed quickly into some leather pants, a muscle shirt. Arming myself I wasn't going outside into the big bad world not able to protect Marissa and Rhavage. I put on a leather coat and pocketed more knives, ammo and a length of chain. Coming out of the closet I look over to Marissa and Rhavage “You two ready?”

Marissa: “Yes, baby. I was watching you both, you gave as good as he did to you baby. I know baby do you think because he was nude inside me so long or maybe because he is to warm? But then again baby, you are always commando maybe he takes after his Daddy.” I held my arms open as you placed our son back in my arms as you also went and had a shower. Playing and listening to Rhavage as I waited for Butch to come back. Hearing him entering the room and going over to the closet arming himself with Knives, ammo and other stuff. Then he turned asking us if we was ready. “Yes, baby. We are ready. “

Butch:  

“Car seat is in the lounge baby, you get Rhavage strapped in and I'll get the keys from V” Going to V I grab the Escalades keys off him “I'm taking Marissa and Rhavage to the Safe place” “You want back up?” “Nah we be fine but I'll ring you if we need you” I returned to Marissa's side, she had Rhavage in the car seat, strapped in a blanket across his legs keeping them and his feet warm. Picking up the car seat I took Marissa's hand in mine and walked out of the pit into the courtyard

Marissa: Listening to Butch as he told me the car seat was in the lounge, I walked to the lounge placing Rhavage in the seat strapping him in. Putting a blanket over his feet to keep him warm. I was waiting for Butch as he grabbed the keys for the Escalade from V. Butch returned and we walked out of the pit into the courtyard to go to the safe place.

Butch:

Taking the keys from my pocket, I pressed the button on the fob, the indicators flashed unlocking the Escalade. Opening the rear door I place Rhavage into the backseat, strapping him in with the seat belt. Closing the door I opened the passenger door and helped Marissa in, strapping her in as well. I give Marissa a kiss and closes her door. Coming round to the driver's side I open the door, getting in and shuts the door, putting on my seat belt. I push the keys into the ignition and turns the engine on. Reversing back till I can bring the front of the Escalade around, I drive down the lane till I reach Route 22. Driving down into Caldwell then back out to the outskirts it wasn't long before we were at the Safe Place. Putting the Escalade into park, I switched the engine off. Getting out I helped Marissa and Rhavage up to the front door.

Marissa: I got out of the Escalade and went up to the front door to surprise everyone, Butch kissed me, he knew he wasn't allowed into the Safe Place. I entered the safe place, I was only in there about 2 minutes before Rhavage was in someone else’s arms. Smiling as I watched the people around me. “Evening all, I thought | would surprise you all. This is our little warrior Rhavage.” I sat down watching the people with my bundle of joy.

#ParentHood #SASBDB

[beamdolans]

Only Have Eyes For You [G.D]

SUMMARY: His dads insane, his mothers a disheartened wreck, his brother is a major junkie, and his bad boy facade is driving him mad. All the girls desire the secretive boy, but he only has eyes for her.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: sorry a lot of depressing shit and smut I guess. possible triggers? also this is my first fanfic so get ready for some punctuation mistakes!

A/N: thanks recognizedolan on instagram for the manip. This is also part one of a many parted sieries!

[Y/n’s POV]

Tuesday, April 2nd, 4:11pm

"Can someone tell me again why the fuck we're here?" My long time, best friend Rachel exclaimed, quite loudly and very deliberately to Mr.White. I buried my head in my hand and shot her a look across two desks that screamed 'shut up'. Mr.White sauntered over to Rachel and placed his large hands on the gum covered desk that stood before her.

"Well, Miss.Smith." He paused, and locked his gaze on hers, making sure to draw out the uncomfortable silence. The only thing heard in the dimly lit room was the sound of the clock ticking and my uneasy, heavy breaths.

"You and Miss.y/l/n messed up pretty badly yesterday." He stopped and glared in my direction, eye balling me up and down, with the look of disgust plastered so blatantly on his face. He turned his balding head back over to Rachel and let out a sigh that started to sound like it was gonna go on forever. "You socked Mrs.Anderson in the head, she passed out, bless her soul. Then you snuck out of the school, came back with a giant jug of vodka, got hammered in 4th period with Miss.y/l/n, and basically started a riot throughout the 12th grade." Mr.White's voice was so calm and monotone, it was almost terrifying.

From the other side of the room by the window, you could hear deep chuckles coming from the boy that shot over a painfully perfect smile. It lit up the room. "If I were you, I'd keep my laughing to myself, Mr.Dolan." The old man said to Grayson, a boy who basically lives In this room 24/7.

Grayson licked his pink lips and looked down at the ground with a smirk still glued to his face. He picked up his right ear bud, popped it back in his ear and kept working on whatever he was working on.

"Please Rachel, humour me. Am I right?" Mr.White said, knowing damn well he was just being a huge smartass. Rachel crossed her arms and gave the gum in her mouth a loud smack. "That was a rhetorical question.” She sassed. "Well if you didn't want an answer, then you shouldn't have asked." Mr.White raised his hand and placed his pointer finger to her chest, and poked it hard. Rachel quickly grew a perplexed and outraged look on her face. She took her hand and grasped it around his wrist firmly, and stood up so the two were now eye to eye. "Don't fucking touch me, Gary." She said with gritted teeth and furrowed eyebrows.

Rachel wasn't really the type to keep to herself, or just leave a situation as is, a thing most people would do to not make matters worse, but I guess they come in all different types.

I hear Grayson let out a grunt, causing the two to jerk their attention to where he was sitting. "Is everything all right over there? It looks like you guys need some help." He was now standing to his full height and had his hand placed on the back of his neck, rubbing the tension out of it unbearably slow. He knew damn well things were not going over well, he's a bit to cocky for my liking. The room was filled with awkward silence and Mr.Whites eyes were now on Rachel's hand clasped around his wrist. He cleared his throat and pulled away, now leaning against his desk.

"No talking, no moving, and I would like all of your phones on my desk please and thank you."

We all didn't obey to his words right away and stayed in our seats. I saw Rachel look down and twiddle her thumbs, while Grayson rested his elbow on his desk and his head in his palm. I think we were all a little to scared to move. Well, I was at least. "C'mon I'm not getting any younger here." Mr.White said with his hand reached out in front of us, waiting for us to oblige. "Ya got that right." Rachel said under her breath. I got up out of my seat and placed my phone in his hand, and Grayson did the same. "Sorry, say that again Miss.Smith." He said obviously not amused. "How old are you again Mr.White?" Rachel tilted her head, looking actually intrigued by her question.

Damn that girl was a good actor. I get why she's the lead in almost every single school play.

Mr.White cleared his throat. "52." He said, hands in pockets. "Ahh, time has not been kind to you Gary." Rachel said while placing her legs atop her desk and her arms behind her head.

Me and Grayson both let out a laugh that would have been too troublesome to keep in. Gary, sorry, Mr.White cocked an eyebrow and stared hard at the three of us, making sure to let all of the uneasiness he had to offer seep into our heads. He grabbed his bags and headed for the classroom door. "I'll be back at 9:00." He exclaimed visibly hurt by the remake made earlier.

We watched the door lock behind him and the giggling started to subside.

"Damn back at 9:00? I got things to do!" Grayson said taking a look at his watch, and whining at it since it was only 5:00. "And by things to do I assume you mean go out and get in every single girl pants?" Rachel questioned, while popping the gum in her mouth a couple hundred times.

Grayson licked his teeth and bobbed his head a few times before strolling over to the side of the class we're both of us have been sitting. He pulled up a chair and rotated it so his hands were placed upon the back of it and his legs were hugged around the bottom. He shook his head and explained, "I'm not into that dumb shit."

I found that very hard to believe since the stories about Kelly Ransom, Lucy Adams and so many more girls I can't even remember the names of have been going around since 9th grade, and he's never opposed to them once.

"Mhmm." Rachel said clearly not convinced either. Grayson's smirk slowly faded. He looked to the ground and tapped his fingers on the top of his seat, looking uncomfortable.

"I'm not into some dumb shit." He raised both eyebrows, leaned back, and opened his arms wide, "What the fuck do you think? That I'm some pussy 18 year old virgin?" He scoffed, "If I'm in the mood, I could get some desperate preppy girl from the cheerleading team to drop to her knees instantly and suck me off, when ever I wanted. It's a blessing." He smiled, "I don't force girls on me, they just migrate to my dick."

Rachel choked on a laugh.

He's full of it. I could tell he was just trying to prove a point to the now two curious girls he found himself talking too. He was exaggerating. I hope. "Aren't all those girls you fucked with why your here?" I said needing some type of closure. Grayson looked in my eyes and smiled.

I've known him since grade 5 and ever since then I've thought that he was the most beautiful man to have walked the earth. When ever his gaze meets mine, my heart seems to skip a beat. I really don't have a thing for guys like him, so to me, he's just eye candy.

"Look who's talking. Y/n, never thought I'd see you in here." He shuffled closer to me. I rolled my eyes, "Well yea, I don't do stupid shit." Grayson smirked, then looked down, "Getting drunk at school and punching a teacher in the head isn't stupid enough?"

That boy thought he was so hilarious.

Rachel grabbed the gum out of her mouth and chucked it across the room.

'Boom!' She yelled after she shot it perfectly into the overfilled garbage can at the front of the class. "Yea she's not into the things that could even get her remotely in trouble." Rachel winked at me, then continued to try and shoot rolled up balls of whatever was in arms reach into the trash. "Shut up!" I said smiling, nudging her arm. "I was with you when all that shit went down!" Rachel scoffed, "Yea, but I did all the work." She stood her ground. "You're cute, you know that?" Grayson said beaming in my direction, playing with the cords of his ear buds.

Rachel raised her eyebrows and took her feet off the desk. She quickly turned in our direction and stood from the old chair she was sitting on, causing a agonizing squeaky noise. She crossed her arms and stared into Grayson's memorizing hazel eyes, for longer then what would keep a person sane. "Take a picture sweetheart, it last longer." He said smugly. She wound up her dainty, very surprisingly robust arm and whacked him right on the side of his cheek.

I jolted back and put my hands to my mouth, trying so hard to hold in a laugh. Rachel started to crack up from her actions while giving me a proud glance. "What the fuck was that for?!" Grayson said while rubbing the spot of contact. "She's too good for you." She said while signalling over to me. Grayson looked at her, then at me with shocked astonishment. "What!?" He said confused. "She's way out of your league. She's got a better personality than you'll ever have, she's basically a precious gem." Rachel said getting down to Grayson's level, giving him a pouty face.

Grayson peered up at me with a look that had embarrassment written all over it. "Ouch." He said, "I guess I'll have to step up my game then." He walked back over to his seat and placed his black ear buds back into his ear before closing his eyes, looking just a bit too comfortable. "There's no music playing dumb ass. You don't have your phone." Rachel said while taking a seat beside me. "Yea, I realized that after I put them in, I didn't want to ruin the moment." He said letting out a giggle. Rachel shrugged, sighed, then put her hand over top mine and rubbed circles onto it while humming to herself. I looked over at him, his face looking as content as ever.

Maybe Dolan wasn't such a bad guy, besides all his dick sucking bull shit.

[hundredsunny]

yoo can u tell us who your ocs are and their story??

YES I WOULD LOVE THIS SO MUCH THIS IS THE BEST ASK I HAVE EVER RECEIVED !!!! im only gonna talk about like 4 of them bc im v attached to these 4 okokokokokokok here we go this answer bouta be long as hell 

april - ok this girl is my first oc. i made her in the middle of english class in 6th grade and shes been around ever since!!! tbh at this point idk if i want her to still be a straw hat or not but like??? anyways shes a rogue princess. she grew up just fine, but then one day her asshat dad killed her mom bc her mom was an “embarrassment of a ruler” and made their kingdom “look bad” anyways that happened when april was like 11. then once her dad took TOTAL control of the island he locked her tf away so she wouldnt be able to visit the citizens like she used to. so from 11 to 18 she was cooped up in the damn castle. when she was 16 she got her hands on a devil fruit that was locked away in some hidden room in her mother’s library (cliche i know im sorry) so then she ATE IT. THE AURA-AURA FRUIT. a v basic summary of that fruit is that she can manipulate her own aura and shit. imagine lucario from pokemon as a human honestly. idk. so when she ate the fruit she decided to fight her dad but of course she lost horribly and then she had to sit around in even more of a cooped up state for two more years until the STRAW HAT TEAM CAME ALONG ON ACCIDENT BAM SHE WAS ABLE TO LEAVE THE ISLAND BC OF THEM ok ok??? her whole story is complicated i tried to give the best watered down version im sorry. anyways shes v sweet and can be goofy but can be defensive as hell. she knows what she wants and will do anything to get that. yeehaw. shes an average height for a woman, she’s got shoulder-length brown hair and sky blue eyes. if u ever wanna know more bout her hmu

jack - OK MY 2ND OC EVER HE WAS MADE RIGHT AFTER APRIL AND HONESTLY HES MY FUCKING BABY. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!! anyways. he grew up on the same island april did. his dad was like the right hand man to april’s dad so like he had connections and shit. he had a v happy family. a sweet mom celest and a dope dad cain and a wonderful lil sis sho. when aprils mom was still alive, they would always visit the town so jack and april always hung out and went on adventures throughout the town together. when april’s mom died and her dad started locking her up more, they werent able to see each other much anymore. of course, jack being the rebellious son of a gun he was, he would always sneak around and find ways to still hang with her. jack’s 3 years older than her btw. anyways. one day out of NOWHERE jack’s dad just VANISHED from the island and it rly fucked him up. he was 14 when that happened. so then he had to take a step up and watch over his mom and sister. then april’s dad became even more of an asshat and more people started leaving the island, so jack’s mom and sis decided to leave. HOWEVER jack decided to stay so april wouldn’t be completely alone. that happened when he was 16. then he stayed on the down low and visited april as much as possible until he finally decided to leave and make a life for himself and also search for his family. he left when he was 18 and he promised april that shed be set free one day and theyd be able to meet up once again and have more adventures :’) anyways then he went on a search for his dad. turns out his dad left bc he was the leader of the LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS and had to tend to the duties over there. after YEARS jack finally found the LOA but his dad literally left AGAIN 3 months before he got there. that frustrated him. but then he decided to start a life in the league ((bc his dad lowkey taught him a whole lotta shit about that as a child but u kno)) and met CHAZ AND JO…anyways pause on the story. jack’s an uncooked piece of spaghetti. hes v tall and lanky. hes got messy black hair and red eyes. he deserves so much love ok. he needs a hug. covers up his problems with dumb humor. a little shit. v snarky. his weakness is overthinking. v good with daggers. his epithet after he becomes a wanted man is (lame) jack “the slicer” solo ok. hes 23 after the timeskip. yes. i could talk about him forever. pls lemme know if u wanna know more about him AHHHHHHHH ps april and jack are my favorite brotp and i wish someone was the jack to my april 

chaz - oh charles. dont call him charles he’ll kill a bitch. idk what it is about me and having my oc’s be of higher class but like chaz came from a family of nobles and Fucking Hated It (big shocker huh) so long story short he RAN away and started a life as a pirate but he was betrayed Too Many Times and ended up hating pirates. nerd. anyways. one day he ran into this guy named cain. jack’s dad. cain was like “yo u got somewhere to stay?” and chaz was like “lol no”. so then cain took chaz in and introduced him to the LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS and basically trained chaz for years and then VANISHED. chaz was SO FUCKING HURT!!!! but cain left him as the leader of the organization so chaz was also v shook. he got RLY defensive when jack stumbled along. he felt threatened that jack was gonna snatch his leader spot all bc he was cain’s son. tbh chaz was a dick to jack for a good bit of time. cain was the best kind of father figure chaz ever had and he just??? ah chaz also needs a hug. anyways eventually he and jack became nerd bros. they argue all the damn time. think of zoro and sanji but dumber. thats these two. chaz fights with whips (kinky) ((jk)) and hes a fuckin BEAST with them. run. they call him the dawn menace bc he mostly makes his move at that time of day. CHAZ THE DAWN MENACE. ok lame. but yea. hes 26 after the timeskip. hes a nerd. takes things seriously. easily stressed. chaz had a horrible event happen to him in the past so he lost one of his green eyes and (theres a whole other story about that where cain does a Good Thing but im tryna save time and space rn) his weakness is his right side bc he literally cannot see. hes a hothead sometimes. also a redhead. makes sense. hes got some good biceps tbh. strong dude. love him

jo - AYYY JOSEPHINE!!! her story isnt entirely developed tbh. she’s part of the league of assassins. literally the smartest damn person in the entire world. SO SMART. literally shes the reason why the league is still thriving. she knows everything about everyone. ALSO SHES SUCH AN INCREDIBLE SHARPSHOOTER. USOPP WHO? v v v v v good with guns. honestly. shes 25 after the time skip but honestly shes a mom to chaz and jack. always breaking up their dumb arguments. so kind. can be snarky. purple eyes and long blue hair that she wears in low pigtails all the time. she was around when chaz first joined the league so they’ve been good buds for a hot minute. she’s 2nd in command now!!!!! she needs a break so bad. oh my god. works so damn hard. i honestly feel like im forgetting a lot of things about her im sorry im rushing rn but!!!!! honestly jack chaz and jo are my fave dream team. they’re all fucking nerds. i love them. tbh on the sims 4 i made a household with the three of them in it and it was wild. 

codie - lil cordelia. redhead. amber eyes. V STUBBORN. serious as shit. will kill someone. she has a zoan fruit and the model is an albatross so since shes a redhead she just fuckin. turns into a red albatross. they call her the red feather bc 1) literally red and 2) the blood of her enemies sometimes stain her feathers. ooooo spooky. her story is fuckin insane. all im gonna tell u is that she’s just with the whitebeard pirates. 20 after the timeskip. sassiest gal i know. fuckin constantly flamed ace even though ace was the flame guy. bird bros with marco!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!! anyways. thats all i got rn im sorry!!!! thank u for asking and please feel free to ask me more questions if u ever wanna know about some of these kids o mine!!!!! 

[leemariefics]

Fuck this entire day. Ben reached for the Red Bull inside the mini-fridge in his college dorm room. One more midterm, that's all he had left before he could go home. He was so over all of this. He was over studying, he was over football practices, and he was damn sure over girls. Popping the top on the can he took a swig of the sugary liquid and picked up his book bag, pulling his textbook from it. 

His phone chimed, and he ignored it. He was almost positive it was a text from Ashley. The Junior from New York he had been on again off again dating for the last three years. She was beautiful and fun but he knew there was no future there. He had found himself pulling away from her over the last month. He knew he needed to let her know it was time to permanently end things, but he really didn't want to hurt her. She wasn't a bad person, in fact, she was one of the few bright spots this college town had offered him.

Ben found himself deep in his studies when his phone rang about an hour later, sighing he picked it up. "Hello."

"Hey! Me and a few of the guys are going out for beers and maybe hitting up the club, wanna go?" Poe, his best friend, asked him. Knowing full well he wouldn't say no, especially on a Friday night when Ben only had one test left later that afternoon.

"Fuck yes. Sounds like a plan. I have this test at four then I'm a free man. I head back home tomorrow though. Speaking of, you should come home with me. Mom would love to see your sorry ass." Ben laughed into the phone.

"Not a fucking chance in Hell. You'll never drag me back to that town." Poe let out a barking laugh.

Ben rolled his eyes to himself, "It's not that bad Poe. Mom and Dad would both like to see you. Maybe we could see if anyone we used to hang with is gonna be in town?" Ben caught himself thinking about Rey, his high school crush. He wondered what she was up to these days; if she ever went back to their hometown in Minnesota.

"Nope, you're not smoothing talking your way through this one bud, I'll see you tonight.' The line went dead and Ben glanced at the screen checking the message from earlier. Oddly enough it wasn't from Ashley, it was Hux. Odd, Ben thought to himself. He hadn't spoken with him in over four years, literally since they had seen each other on the night of their graduation party.

He swiped his finger across the screen, his eyes scanning the text and his pupils getting bigger with every word. No fucking way. Closing the text without responding he pulled up the browser and typed in playboy.com on his browser; unsure if he wanted the text to be true or not.

Holding his breath while the screen loaded, his heart was beating erratically, he hit the home button effectively locking the phone and closing the browser. He didn't want to know, Nope. He deleted the text from Hux, double-tapped his home button and swiped up closing out the open browser on his screen completely too.

Glancing at the time on his phone Ben realized he needed to start heading across campus soon to get to his last midterm. He picked up his backpack, shoving the textbook from his bed into it before slinging it over his shoulder. Finishing off the Red Bull on his nightstand he tucked his phone in his pocket and started his walk to the opposite side of the vast campus.

Entering the biophysics classroom Professor Maz smiled at him when he entered, she was a scraggly looking older woman who always looked like she had rolled out of bed most mornings without brushing her hair. She also had the appearance of owning at least fifteen cats and not one lint roller, but she was always happy, so there's that.

He nodded to her and gave a quick wave as he took his seat, pulling out his phone and making sure it was on silent before slipping into his backpack and grabbing a black ink pen. Professor Maz handed him his test and whispered, "Good Luck," before she turned and walked back down to the front of the classroom.

After he completed his test he turned it in and told Professor Maz to have a good holiday before he headed out the door, his backpack slung back across his shoulder and cell phone in hand. Shooting a text to Poe to let him know he was officially on fall break and free he let out a sigh of relief, finally done with studying he was one step closer to being stress free. Fall break meant no more two a day practices, no more intense study sessions, and no more constant nagging from Ashley to hang out.

Fuck......Ashley. He needed to handle that.

He pulled up her name and hit call, it rang once before her always happy voice popped through the speaker, "Hey there gorgeous, whatcha doin'?"

"Hey, I was gonna see if we could maybe... talk?" His voice drifted off a bit and he knew she caught his meaning.

She sucked in a breath before answering. "Ah, yea, about that. Ben, there's really no need. I get it. We've been drifting. You don't owe me an explanation. I've been expecting it for a while now. I mean, I love you. I really do. But you and I both know neither of us are 'in love' with each other." her voice was sad, he could feel the emotion in it even through the phone. He saw a bench in the campus square in front of him and strode towards it, needing to find balance within himself.

He hadn't been expecting her to be so ok with everything, his emotions were spinning somewhat out of control. Was he even ok with this? "Ash?" was all he was able to say.

"Oh, shit. Was that not what this was about?" she said quietly.

He took a deep breath, "No it was, I just didn't expect it to hurt like this." He said the words, not realizing how true they were until they were out in the open. It hurt a lot. "I'm sorry, Ash. I'm sorry I don't have more to give you."

He heard her sob, "I know Ben, I know. We both tried this as long as we could. We both deserve to find our happiness. You're a good man. I love you. If nothing else you're one of my best friends."

"I love you too, Ashley." Ben stood up from the bench and started walking back towards his dorm. "You know what would make this easier?" He asked her with a slight laughter to his tone. "I think if you slept with Poe it would help." A small smile quipped up one side of his mouth. She laughed through the line, "Ok, I'll get right on that. I'm sure he'll take one for the team. That man has slept with half the campus and has never once made a pass at me." "Well that's because I was dating you, you'll be fair game now." He chuckled, the ongoing joke between them about Poe's secret love for her would forever be his favorite. "But I'll let you go ok? Let me know if you need anything?"

She let out a small sigh, "I'm not your responsibility Ben. But thank you. I'll talk to you later." The line went silent and he pulled the phone from his ear and hit the red circle, ending the call. No football, no studying, no girls.

LET'S GO GET DRUNK.

[attractiverandomness]

Thank You Places

Thank You Places

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,286

Warnings: minor cussing I guess

Summary: Reader is stage crew for her local community theatre. Dean is a guitarist in the orchestra.

AN: I thought I posted this...???

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"Yea right, I mean he has literally spoke two words to me the entire run! And they were ''go ahead' when he opened the tunnel gate for me last week." You roll your eyes as you enter the theatre. Jess is behind you smirking, having just pointed out the guitarist from the orchestra who had nodded to you guys outside the tunnel entrance.

"But he's hot, and he so just checked you out! And he plays guitar! You know what that means Y/K." she says with an eyebrow waggle and a wave of her fingers and you scrunch your face up as you set your back pack down.

"You're gross. But I agree, he's damn fine." You say as your eyes narrow in appreciation as you picture the man. Leather jacket, spiky dark blonde hair, a nearly permanent smirk that could kill and a dangerous gleam in his green/hazel eyes.

"And he so wants you." Jess continued as your eyes widen. How had she not heard the indoor door slam? Just before she speaks, the man steps through the green room door, guitar case slung over his shoulder, that smirk in place, though he doesn't make any specific eye contact.

"Jess!" You whisper yell and she shrugs as she side eyes him, turning to step backwards out of the green room towards the stairs to the stage with a suggestive look.

Dean is grouched in front of the snack table, placing his case below it for storage during the show.

"Hi." You say too loudly with an awkward wave out of nerves and he glances up at you, reaching up to his ear to pull out a previously un-noticed ear bud.

"Oh, sorry. Were you saying something?" He asks and your eyes widen as the relief from realizing he hadn't heard Jessica's comment, fades to panic, as you process that he's actually talking to you.

"Oh, uh, no, no, just a greeting is all. I didn't notice you had head phones in." you say stuttering the whole time as you attempt to back pedal out of a conversation as your heart pounds in your chest.

"Oh, well hi." He smiles and you feel the skipping of a beat in your chest, causing your hand to fly up to it. You hide the motion at the last second by playing with the locket around your neck.

"Hi." you nod, grimacing and turning away from him then, a knot forming in your stomach as your anxiety level sky rockets.

"Is that a Zeppelin shit?" He asks out of the blue a second later and you blink, looking down. You're wearing an old band T-shirt of your dads that you stole years ago, not having had the privilege to personally see them live, but still loving their music thanks to your father.

"Oh, um, yea. One of my dad's old band shirts I stole years ago." you shrug as you look down at the shirt, a small smile on your face as you picture your dads face when he tells the stories of the concerts he's been to.

"They put on a fantastic concert." He says and your eyes widen.

"Have you been?" you asks, so unbelievably shocked, because you don't exactly believe him old enough.

"Yea, I went to their London reunion in 2007. My brother actually got my dad and I concert and plane tickets. It was amazing, and perfect timing because our dad passed away not quite a year later." He says and your smile turns a touch somber.

"Oh, I'm sorry... Well I guess it's a good memory with him at least." You say and he nods.

"Yea, it really was. The music and the atmosphere... Nothing like it." He says as a wistful look takes over his features. That small smile and far away eyes, you can't help but internally swoon.

"God, I'm so jealous. I'd kill to see them live." you practically moan as you imagine your favorite band on stage, a light blush coloring your cheeks because this man is next to you in your fantasy, but you don't even know his na-

"I'm Dean, by the way." he says as he sticks his hand out, a fuller smile on his face as his eyes connect with yours intentionally.

"Y/N" you respond, a cautious smile spreading across your mouth as you attempt to hold it back by biting your lip. You slip your hand into his larger one and your eyes move from his to your joined hands, the elongated eye contact making you anxious.

"Hey babe, I got the stage cleared, you gunna sweep?" Jess asks as she comes back into the green room. You both snap away and you turn away from him and towards your best friend, smiling stiffly at her as your eyes widen in annoyance, before nodding sharply and heading out of the room.

*

"Finally." You slump onto the couch, basking in the now 10 minute break (with a possible hold). The spot next to you becomes filled and you assume it's Jessica, since she was just behind you on the stairs after you pre-set for act two.

"Nap time." You say jokingly, your eyes still closed.

"Agreed." A voice responds, causing your eyes to snap open as you look towards the owner of the much deeper voice than you had expected.

Dean sits next to you, slumped on the couch in a much similar position to your own. You look around, your friend nowhere to be found. The rest of the cast occupies the two other couches and the few chairs in the room. They're eating food and mingling among themselves, mostly talking about a loud and slightly obnoxious patron in the audience. They all also seem oblivious to your internal freak out.

"Great show so far." You state, and Dean nods, biting into an apple slice from the plate he must have built himself from the snack table.

"Yea, seems pretty great." He says and you nod, not knowing what to say in response.

"I mean, when Benny said they needed a guitarist, I was skeptical. I've never done anything like this before." He says and your eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Really? Well, all I can say is it sounds good to me. And if I had any substantial knowledge on music playing, that would actually mean something. But I'm just an avid listener." you shrug, mildly proud of yourself for somehow not stuttering during your reply.

His laugh is the best reward and he shrugs.

"I mean, it's not just me of course, but I'll take the compliment." He says with a joking manner, as his eyes widen slightly and he waves his hand through the air. "I, uh, I'm really enjoying it to be honest, I hope it's something I can do more of in the future." He says and you smile.

"That's good. I'm glad you're having fun. I wish I knew an instrument, but I lacked the focus as a child. I was always really scatter brained and now I'm so much more into the back stage for shows and between work and shows... I just, dont have the time really." You say with a shake of your head and he leans forward to snatch a pretzel off his snack plate.

"Learning can be time consuming, but if you enjoy it enough it's just fun and you don't mind spending the time. I get it though. What do you do outside of theatre?" He asks as he turns to face you more, his arm moving to the back of the couch behind you.

You tell him about your job, your dream job really, and he smiles at the obvious passion in your voice.

"That's great, I can tell you really care about it." He says and you shrug.

"Yea, it's definitely something close to my heart. What do you do?" you asks and he smile.

"I'm a mechanic. I actually own my own shop with a buddy of mine." He says and you smile.

"Alright, so cars than? Or are you more the business side?" You ask and he chuckles.

"Oh no, I'm in one under the hood for sure. My friend Cas is more numbers and all that shit. I just fix the cars." Dean shrugs and you chuckle.

"Five!" your stage manager speaks in your ear and you relay it to the cast after thanking him, being the only person with a headset on in the room. A chorus of 'thank you five' is thrown back and you turn back to Dean.

"That's pretty cool, have you always been into cars?" You ask and he nods as he runs a hand over the side of his face, scratching at the scruff there.

"Yea. Growing up, my dad worked in a shop and had a classic car and he'd bring Sammy and I sometimes. I was a lot more into it than my brother and started helping out at the shop pretty young." He explains and you nod.

"Well, we both seem to have jobs were passionate about." You reply and he smiles.

"Yea, now I even own that classic car my dad had then. She's my baby." He speaks wistfully, looking off into space for a second.

"It must be nice having a connection to him like that." You respond, trying to find the good. He smiles at you, seemingly grateful for the comment and scratches at his neck before continuing.

"My dad was in the process of trying to buy the shop from his boss when he passed. So, I talked to my buddy Cas and with the money dad left me, and some savings the two of us had, we became business owners. I was barley 20 at the time." He explains, his own disbelief evident in his voice.

"Wow. Cute and successful." A voice from behind him interrupts and you sigh as he turns to face Veronica, an actress from the show. She has her smirk in place and is wearing only a skin colored bra and spanks, her hair and make-up all ready for the show. You know you don't stand a chance so you lean back on the couch, pulling your phone from your pocket as you do so.

Dean laughs, looking down.

"Thanks I guess." He shrugs, rubbing his hands together in his lap awkwardly as you catch his reddening ear out of the side of your eye.

"You're the guitarist right?" She asks. She then leans forward on the couch that's perpendicular to the one you're occupying. Her back curves perfectly and the bangs of her blonde wig sit flawlessly above her impeccably lined blue eyes.

"Yep." Dean nods and this is when you stop listening.

"Places" a voice rings in your headset a minute later and you relay it as you stand, also telling your stage manager 'thank you places'. You quickly move to grab the wig you help an actress change into early in act two, trying to put the cute boy out of your mind. You step to the hair mirror to snatch up some wig pins and then turn to head upstairs, flinching back when you almost run into someone.

"You ran away." Dean says with a light chuckle and you smile up at him, slightly awkwardly, not making eye contact.

"It's places, I have things to do." You say, as you move to step around him.

"Wait, um, are you busy tonight? I uh, well I was hoping we could get dinner or something, just drinks maybe, coffee even.. talk some more." He says, that nervous look back on his face from his conversation with Veronica.

Your eyes are wide with shock, your hands going slack as you drop the wig. You jump and scramble to pick it up.

"Um, I'm sorry, but me? You're asking me out?" You ask in disbelief and he chuckles.

"Time to go Dean-o." Benny, the music director calls from the door leading to the pit and Dean waves towards him.

"Think about it? Grab me after the show." He says as he smiles softly and you nod slowly; incredulity. His smiles widens and he jumps away, disappearing behind the door.

"You ready for act too now girl?" Jess asks as she finally appears from the door leading to the dressing rooms and stage and you snap out of it, eyes wide.

"Dean just asked me out!" You whisper yell as you step closer to her and she smiles.

"I know. You didn't turn off your headset." She smirks and your eyes widen as your hand scrambles to turn off the talk option. You wince as you flick it back on.

"Did, uh, did everyone here that?" You asks hesitantly and the three other people, beside you and Jess, on headset all reply in the affirmative.

"You better say yes babe." Charley from the light booth responds. "Benny introduced me to Dean last week. He's...dreamy." She says and you roll your eyes.

"Can we not?" Kevin, another crew member, complains and you sigh. His girlfriend had recently broken up with him so, this had to suck.

"Sorry Kev." you wince and he doesn't respond.

Gabe, your stage manager, pipes in then.

"I'm happy for you bitch, now let's start the act please?" He says and you agree, following Jessica up the stairs after making sure you both have your headsets turned off.

"See if Dean has a cute brother for me, will yea?" She asks with a eye-brow waggle and you smack her ass in front of you on the stairs. She shakes her head with a light laugh as you too both become silent as you step onto the wings.

[marissabdbdp-blog]

#ParentHood.

Marissa:  It had been nearly a week since our little warrior Rhavage was born. He was a good boy for me and his Daddy. I still couldn’t believe he was our little bundle of joy. He slept through the day just like us, night time he would keep us awake the whole family loved him. Everyone took turns in holding him, Butch took a week off rotation just to help and let me rest, it was heaven. Looking at him he was devoted to Rhavage whenever he woke up he was there told me to stay in bed and rest. I think since having Rhavage it’s changed him a little he is more focus and he is such a loving father to him. I guess that is why I love him so much, he puts us first like he always did with me. Just seeing him with Rhavage, I feel pain for him because he never got the love from his own family. That is why I am going to make sure that he is with us everyday/night. He is my soulmate the love of my life.

My arms were around Butch as we was snuggling in bed. Rhavage was in his moses basket next to our bed. I could hear him in his sleep making noises it was so cute as if he was dreaming. I lifted my head and smiled at Butch “Can you hear him baby?” Placing my arm over his chest “He sounds as if he is dreaming baby.”  Moving up closer as I planted a soft kiss on his lips.

Butch:  

Laying in bed, Marissa had her arm across my chest, Rhavage was asleep in the Moses basket by our bed “Yeah I can baby. I wonder if he's dreaming of his next feed” Chuckling softly,  capturing Marissa's lips with my own. I was blessed with a loving mate, a young who we both adore. Wrath had given me the week off rotation to adjust to fatherhood. I was helping out the best I could with Rhavage with his feed or if he needed his diaper changing. I never knew how much a baby could poop! And it stank. Yes even worse than V's socks.

Everyone in the mansion were flocking to see our little warrior, taking turns to hold him, coo over him. The females were taking it in turns to pamper Rhavage, I bet he now knows how a parcel in pass the parcel feels now. This was my family, the joys of a new life, new beginnings. But at times I did think of Odell and how she would of love to see Rhavage, but would of that tipped her further over the edge in her dementia? Would any of the other O'Neals would believe her, if mother had lived, a word she said. They would of passed it off as one of her little episodes.

Sighing deeply as Marissa's and mine lips parted, I was about to talk to her when Rhavage began to become restless. First it was a whimper till he cranked the volume up and cried at the top of his lungs. “Is the next feed in the fridge baby?” Getting out of bed towards the moses basket. I bent over scooping Rhavage into my arms “Hungry I guess?” Rhavage answered with a loud wail “Yep your hungry” Handing the little man to Marissa I headed out into the lounge and into the gallery kitchen.

Marissa: As I was laying next to Butch, Rhavage gave out a massive wail it was loud. Yep, I guess our little warrior is hungry. Butch got out of bed and passed Rhavage to me, I held him in my arms  as Butch went towards the lounge into the kitchen to get him a bottle. “Baby, I could just breastfeed him, keep the bottles for when we need them. It saves you getting up while we are both here baby. Yea my boobs hurt but that is because he likes his food.” Laughing softly. “Sometimes he sucks really hard, he is even worse than you baby. But he needs to feed so I don’t mind.”

Butch:

Once in the kitchen Marissa yells out about breastfeeding “Now she tells me” saying this to myself. Shouting back to her “I'm coming back baby” Back in the bedroom Rhavage had latched onto Marissa's nipple and was suckling to his heart's content. Lucky boy having that harden bud in his mouth. The instant I thought of Marissa's nipple in my mouth the guy down below got hard, turning my back I rearranged myself “Not now you traitor” Turning back around Marissa was stroking Rhavage on the side of his face. “Baby do you want to take our little warrior to the Safe Place tonight? The females and the young will adore him” Perching on the edge of the bed I brought my hand up, letting Rhavage hold onto my index finger.

Marissa: After I shouted to Butch about me breastfeeding he shouted back that he was on his way back. Rhavage was still wailing until I lifted him up closer holding him tight with my hands supporting his back, trying to ease him. That is when he latched onto my nipple hard, sucking so hard making these cute sounds. “Damn Rhavage you are just as bad as your Daddy.” Laughing more  “Though I should think he would be jealous right about now that it’s not him and maybe have a bulge in his pants.” I carry on feeding our little warrior.

Butch: Rhavage had his feed which took about thirty minutes, but he needs milk to grow and poop more in his diaper. Once he had done Marissa passed Rhavage to me, I laid him gently over my shoulder, patting his back gently till he deafened me with burp “Where did that come from? Your big toes?” Laying him back on our bed, I played with him whilst I talked with Marissa “What do you think of going to the Safe Place baby?” I continued to make cooing noises to Rhavage till Marissa answered me.

Marissa: After I finished feeding Rhavage, Butch took him out of my arms and starting patting his back he gave out a large burp. Laughs softly just like his Daddy. Watching him as Butch played with our son, making me laugh a lot. “That sounds like a great idea baby. I bet everyone can’t wait to meet him, baby. He is going to get very spoiled baby. I bet I am only inside for a about 2 minutes and he will be gone out of my arms. When shall we go baby?”

Butch:  

“We can go tonight if you want to baby. You have a shower and I'll get Rhavage ready” As Marissa got up I gave that sexy ass of hers a quick slap. I scooped Rhavage into my arms and carried him over to the changing station. Laying him down I got a clean diaper from the draw below, some wipes and some talc. I proceeded to change Rhavage's diaper, putting the dirty diaper into a diaper sack and tied it up, throwing it into the trash can. Placing the clean diaper under him, I grabbed some wipes and cleaned his butt. Taking a clean cloth I patted him dry, grabbed the bottle of talc and shock it into his butt and front. Once done I taped the diaper together at the sides “One clean warrior, now for some clothes” With one hand on Rhavage I bent down grabbing a baby grow, a little t shirt with the Red Sox on and a little pair of jeans. Putting them on him was like having a wrestling match, at one point Rhavage was winning but I got the better of him and got him dressed. Picking him up I turned towards the bathroom door as Marissa emerged from the bathroom “We got one clean kiddo here baby”

Marissa: I placed Rhavage into Butch’s arm as I headed to the bathroom for a shower. “Butch’s hand caught me on the cheek of my butt, as I headed towards the bathroom. “Mmm baby” laughing softly as I headed into the shower. I finished in the shower getting myself dressed I could hear Butch and Rhavage in the other room. I opened the door slightly watching them both. I could see Rhavage having a wrestling match with his dad and Butch was trying to dress him, it was so cute to see. My little warrior trying to give his daddy a run for his money but it didn’t work Butch got the better of him. The noises he was making made my heart melt. Then Butch told me our little warrior was clean. “I can see that baby, I was watching you both.”

Butch:

“You were? Did you see him put up the fight of his life there. Baby he doesn't like having clothes on, I think we have a nudist here” Laughing handing Rhavage back to Marissa. “I'm going to take a quick shower and then we set to go” Pressing my lips against Marissa's I headed into the bathroom. Once in there I turned the shower on, kicked my boxers off and stepped under the water. Grabbing the soap I did a quick foaming over my body, under my nut sac and suds down my back. Putting the soap back I turned the shower off and stepped out, drying myself off I went back into the bedroom, going to the closet I dressed quickly into some leather pants, a muscle shirt. Arming myself I wasn't going outside into the big bad world not able to protect Marissa and Rhavage. I put on a leather coat and pocketed more knives, ammo and a length of chain. Coming out of the closet I look over to Marissa and Rhavage “You two ready?”

Marissa: “Yes, baby. I was watching you both, you gave as good as he did to you baby. I know baby do you think because he was nude inside me so long or maybe because he is to warm? But then again baby, you are always commando maybe he takes after his Daddy.” I held my arms open as you placed our son back in my arms as you also went and had a shower. Playing and listening to Rhavage as I waited for Butch to come back. Hearing him entering the room and going over to the closet arming himself with Knives, ammo and other stuff. Then he turned asking us if we was ready. “Yes, baby. We are ready. “

Butch:  

“Car seat is in the lounge baby, you get Rhavage strapped in and I'll get the keys from V” Going to V I grab the Escalades keys off him “I'm taking Marissa and Rhavage to the Safe place” “You want back up?” “Nah we be fine but I'll ring you if we need you” I returned to Marissa's side, she had Rhavage in the car seat, strapped in a blanket across his legs keeping them and his feet warm. Picking up the car seat I took Marissa's hand in mine and walked out of the pit into the courtyard

Marissa: Listening to Butch as he told me the car seat was in the lounge, I walked to the lounge placing Rhavage in the seat strapping him in. Putting a blanket over his feet to keep him warm. I was waiting for Butch as he grabbed the keys for the Escalade from V. Butch returned and we walked out of the pit into the courtyard to go to the safe place.

Butch:

Taking the keys from my pocket, I pressed the button on the fob, the indicators flashed unlocking the Escalade. Opening the rear door I place Rhavage into the backseat, strapping him in with the seat belt. Closing the door I opened the passenger door and helped Marissa in, strapping her in as well. I give Marissa a kiss and closes her door. Coming round to the driver's side I open the door, getting in and shuts the door, putting on my seat belt. I push the keys into the ignition and turns the engine on. Reversing back till I can bring the front of the Escalade around, I drive down the lane till I reach Route 22. Driving down into Caldwell then back out to the outskirts it wasn't long before we were at the Safe Place. Putting the Escalade into park, I switched the engine off. Getting out I helped Marissa and Rhavage up to the front door.

Marissa: I got out of the Escalade and went up to the front door to surprise everyone, Butch kissed me, he knew he wasn't allowed into the Safe Place. I entered the safe place, I was only in there about 2 minutes before Rhavage was in someone else’s arms. Smiling as I watched the people around me. “Evening all, I thought | would surprise you all. This is our little warrior Rhavage.” I sat down watching the people with my bundle of joy.

#ParentHood #SASBDB

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Star Crossed Rivalry: Part 8

Pairings: Opie x Reader (SOA/TWD MC AU Crossover ) Negan daughter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, little bit of Angst

Word Count: 5,231

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

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You and Opie had decided before you even left North Carolina that you were not, in any way, setting an alarm clock. You were in zero rush to get up, zero rush to go anywhere, and zero rush to do anything but relax. Away from home, away from the club, away from people that just walked in to your house for no reason what so ever. The only alarm clock you were going to run by was Hunter.

You still couldn’t believe how fortunate you were with your son. Even your dad said it. Since neither of you had to work, since your income came from basically existing as Negan’s daughter, you kept Hunter on a later night, later wake up sleeping pattern. He went to bed around ten thirty, which meant he didn’t wake up until at least eight fifteen. You honestly didn’t understand why other parents didn’t follow in your foot steps, nor did you understand why it made you a ‘bad parent’ (thank you to the judgmental bitch at Walmart that gave you shit for getting Opie’s birthday shopping done at ten at night with your wide awake baby) for still enjoying your sleep. But damn did you absolutely love your decision.

His cute little half babbles woke you, and you couldn’t help but smile like you did every morning. And just like he still did every morning, your husband stuck his arm out to find you in bed. You tangled your feet with his as he slid his hand down your stomach and under the hem of your panties. 

“Opie!” You hissed as you rolled on the bed to look back at him. “He’s…”

“Shhh!” He said as he kissed your shoulder, and slid his other hand up your shirt. “He’s still asleep…” He smirked down at you as he rolled you on to your back and shifted between your legs. “And I want to fuck my wife.”

“Ope! Ooo!” You said as he pulled your panties to the side and pushed the head of his cock into your core. He shushed you again and glanced over at the crib beside the bed and your sleeping son to make sure he didn’t wake up.

“You can do this, baby.” He said as he looked back down at you and rolled his hips forward. “You can stay super, super quiet for me…” You nodded your head, and laced your fingers in his hair as he kissed your forehead. “Because if you fucking wake him, then this stops.” You nodded your head and bit your lip to stay quiet when he snapped his hips forward. Your head continued to nod like a bobble head as he kept a steady pace, filling you repeatedly and perfectly. 

In the year and a half that you had been together, your husband had learned your body better than you knew it yourself and yet he still managed to surprise you every time you were intimate. He knew the exact angle to hold your legs and angle his hips to make a jolt of electricity race through your veins. He knew exactly where to kiss on the front of your throat that sent a shiver up your spine. He knew how hard you liked your hair pulled to make you whined his name the way he fucking adored so damn much… and he knew exactly how much pressure you needed on your clit to get you to cum.

“Come on, baby.” He whispered as he moved his thumb to your bud and pressed down, bringing you both right over to the edge in only a few moments, when someone knocked on your door. You and Opie both grunted in protest, mid-orgasm, as Hunter startled, and started to cry. 

“Mother fucker.” You said as the two of you scrambled apart to answer the door, and tend to your son as well. You grabbed a large, slightly still damp pool towel from the bathroom to wrap around your body as whoever was at the door knocked again. You yanked the door open, and scowled at your dad’s smiling face.

“The fuck were you fucking doing?” He chuckled as he leaned against the door frame. 

“Sleeping. What do you want, Dad?” You snapped as you clutched the towel around you a little more. 

“I came for Hunter.” He said as he gestured to the room behind you. “Frankie’s still passed out, it’s too fucking early to start drinking, and I’m not fucking wandering around a fucking Disney cruise alone.” You nodded your head as you turned your head to look back at Ope, who was changing his son’s wet diaper.

“Give me a second.” Negan chuckled, nodded his head, and leaned back against the wall to wait as you closed the door in his face.

“I’m gunna kill him.” Ope said with a shake of his head as you grabbed his jeans from the night before, and tossed them at him. “Yea, I’m gunna kill your Pop, little man.”

“Just put the jeans on.” You laughed as you pulled your sundress from the hamper you brought and threw it on over your tank top. When he buttoned the top of his pants, you went over and let your dad in to collect his grandson. “What time is it, anyways?” You asked him as you grabbed a bottle from the mini fridge cooler you brought with you, and put it in the bottle warmer the cruise line graciously supplied you. 

“Eight am.” He said as he leaned against your closet door. “And I’m starving. So since you two are so obviously… still tired.” He said with a smirk, loving that he had just interrupted you. “I’m just going to bring my main man to breakfast with me.”

“Better not use him to pick up chicks.” You said as you handed him your diaper bag and waited for the bottle to finish warming. “And make sure you do the bottle first.”

“I know how to fucking parent.” He sighed as Opie grabbed a plain black onesie from the drawer.

“Bibs are still mandatory.” Opie said as he pulled the onesie on, and kissed his son’s head.

“Waste of time.” Negan said as he stood exactly where he was, creating an awkward tension in the room that he absolutely loved as you both said a temporary good bye to your son. When the bottle was finally done, he took it and his grandson with a smile. “Let’s go, little man. Mommy and Daddy wanna fuck.”

“God damn it.” You groaned as your dad walked out the door with a laugh.

“I really hate him sometimes.” Opie said half jokingly as you watched the door close behind him. When it clicked, you looked back over at Opie with a shrug.

“Wanna fuck?” He laughed, and nodded as he came over to pull off your sundress and the tank top you slept in.

“Fucking obviously!”

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“Well look who finally decided to get outta effin bed.” Negan chuckled as he glanced up at you, Opie, and Frankie, who you had run in to in the elevator on her way up to the Cabanas restaurant breakfast buffet. “Look who it is, bubba.”

“Shut up.” Frankie groaned as she sat down in the chair of the table closest to the corner of the room in typical Negan fashion.

“I was talking about the bunnies.” He chuckled as he got another spoonful of food for his grandson. “Because we need another one of you, right Hunter?”

“Leave ‘em alone, Negan!” Frankie snapped before you could even open your mouth. All three of your eyebrows shot up as Frankie’s face turned bright red.

“Holy shit.” You and Opie said at the same time.

“Baby…”

“OK.” Negan said with a nod, stunned that someone other than you actually stood up to him. “I’ll leave them alone… until the next time I catch them fucking like rabbits.”

“You’re impossible.” Frankie sighed as she grabbed his coffee and glared at him when he tried to stop her.

“Well will you look at that. Someone else willing to stand up to big bad Negan.” You chuckled as you ripped a piece of bacon in half and ate it with a giant, cocky smile. 

“Shut up, brat.” Your dad growled as he gave Hunter another spoonful of food.

“I think Frankie’s gunna give you a run for your money on picking on your dad, hun.” Opie chuckled, grateful that he had an entire table between him and your dad. “I think I’m gunna get a scoreboard…”

“Son-in-law or not, I will fucking kill you.” Your father growled as you smirked at your plate to hide it and pat Opie’s thigh. 

“Alright, that’s enough.” You said as you looked up and grabbed your coffee. You looked over at Frankie and smiled. “I would totally win though.”

“I only snap at him when I’m hungover.” She said as she cut her Mickey waffles.

“She’s much more respectful than the brat I gave life too.” Negan responded as he set Hunter’s spoon in the empty baby food container. “And despite that, I have a surprise for you all the same. Well, mostly for my main man, here.” He said as he wiped off Hunter’s face with his napkin. “I found the shore excursion desk this morning. And I know you guys said you weren’t committing to anything like that because no fucking alarm clocks and shit… But I changed your minds for you. Well Hunter did.” He said as stood Hunter up on his thighs. He screeched happily and bounced as his hazel eyes searched the dining room over Opie’s head. 

“I found a boat tour in Grand Cayman. We don’t get there ’til well after your fucking functioning time. Tours at one, it’s only a two hour trip total max. It’s a half boat, half fucking submarine thing, safe for Hunter. The dude said it’s got enough shit to see out the windows in the water that he’ll be entertained the whole damn time. I just…” He sighed as he looked up at his grandson with so much love it broke your heart. You hadn’t realized that sending you on this cruise for your honeymoon and his anniversary meant so much more to him until that exact moment.

“You’ll do right by him, Daddy.” You whispered as you reached over at touched his arm. “It’s OK.” He nodded his head and kept his slightly tear filled eyes on your son as Opie grabbed your empty coffee mug and his and got up with Frankie right on his heels.

“I fucked up with you, princess.” He said as he looked down at you. “I really fucked up.”

“I know.” You said with a nod. “And you can’t take it back. But you can make it better. For me, for him.” He nodded his head as Hunter flopped down on his lap and babbled away to the older woman at the next table. “Life’s too short, Dad, so don’t beat yourself up for that shit. You can let me live out my second childhood vicariously through my son. Don’t live his life in regret for the past. Live in gratitude that you have a second chance to make your grandson’s life the best fucking experience it can be. And starting off with a Disney cruise.” You said with a nod as you leaned back in your chair. “Win.” He nodded his head some more and kissed the top of Hunter’s head to hide his tears. 

“You make me fucking proud, (Y/N).” He said as he looked up at you with a small smile. “I don’t deserve to be your dad.”

“You don’t.” You said with a huffed laugh as Opie came back over with your coffee. “But then again, no one does. So you’re stuck with me.” His face dropped as he took the cup of coffee Frankie brought him, and held it out of Hunter’s grasp. 

“And then you go opening your fucking mouth.” He sighed with a shake of his head. “Alright, take Hunter. I’m avoiding you for the rest of the sea day because you’re already a pain in my fucking ass and you haven’t been up for a fucking hour.”

“Bye, Dad.” You laughed as you sat Hunter on your lap as Negan grabbed Frankie’s half full plate and silverware for her. “Bye Frankie.”

“See you at dinner! It’s formal night!” She said over her shoulder. You looked over at your husband with a sigh and shook your head.

“How the fuck did our honeymoon become a therapy session for me and my dad and me and my dad’s fucking girlfriend?”

“Because you’re stuck on a boat with them away from the club.” He said as he stabbed a sausage link. “Opposite of the reason why he doesn’t open up at home.”

“It’s still strange to see.” You sighed as you cut your waffles with one hand while holding your son with the other so he could continue to talk to and laugh at the woman at the next table that was now making faces at him. “But I guess I can be grateful, right? My dad’s finally growing up. It just took a new girlfriend and a grandson to do it.”

“You can’t look at it like that, baby.” Opie said with a shake of his head. “Or you’ll resent him…”

“I know.” You said around your bite with a nod. “You’re right.”

“I’m usually right.” He chuckled. “I just let you think you’re always right… Ow!” You laughed as he rubbed his arm where you flicked him.

“I’m the one that’s always right.”

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“Look at you!” You laughed as you tried so hard not to laugh at your son as you switched out his little sun hat with a baby sombrero at a little store along the main road near Cozumel, Mexico’s port. “You’re such a little cutie!”

“Why do you do this to him?” Opie asked as you kissed Hunter’s cheek, pulled your phone from your back pocket, and handed it to your husband.

“Because I know, one day, he will have a girlfriend.” You said as you put a hat on your own head and hiked your chunkster son up on your hip. “Or a boyfriend, I don’t really give a shit. But I know that photos like this, will either embarrass the shit out of him or make him laugh.” You smiled up at your husband and tilted your head to the side. “I’m just trying to be a good mother.” 

“Just so you know.” He chuckled as he took the pictures for you. “I’m telling him it is all your fault.”

“That’s fine.” You said with a smile as you did a little dance with your baby boy. “I’m gunna be the most embarrassing Mommy in the world!” You sang to him, making him squeal in laugher when you carefully dipped him.

“Oh, Hunter, I wish I could save you.” Opie said with a shake of his head as he took another picture for himself. “But I really, really can’t.”

“They have a fucking tequila store.” Negan said as he came out of the jewelry store with Frankie. You involuntarily gaged at the thought of tequila and shook your head.

“Nope.” You said simply. “Y’all can go.”

“Wanna come with me to find a bathroom?” Frankie asked instead as she handed Negan her bag. You nodded your head as you replaced Hunter’s sombrero with his sun hat and put him back in the stroller for a moment. 

“I’m pretty sure there’s a Starbucks up here a ways.” You said as you gestured up the road. “We’ll meet you outside the tequila store.” Ope nodded his head and followed his father-in-law to the store two doors down and you and Frankie kept walking to find the Starbucks. “I hate tequila.” You said with a glance in the giant picture window. “I used to love it but ever since I got pregnant, everything about it just…” You gagged again and shook your head. “Nope. Fuck no.” 

“I grew out of my tequila days.” She said as you stopped at a street corner to wait to cross. You glanced over at her a split second before a small revolver was subtly placed directly between her shoulder blades.

“Vamanos.” A man growled as he put his hand on your shoulder and turned you to your right to lead you deeper into the city. 

“OK.” You said with a nod as you grabbed Frankie’s hand and gave it a tight squeeze. “OK, come on, let’s go this way.” You said as you looked over at her now tear stained face. “Stay calm, OK. Just stay calm.” She nodded her head as tears poured down her cheeks as you glanced up at the street sign in front of you. You took in as many details as you could as the man lead you to an early 2000’s model, silver Nissan Sentra that was parked facing out of an alley a few blocks from the port. You memorized the license plate as best as you could as he popped the trunk, and shoved Frankie toward it with his gun.

“Get in, Frankie.” You said shakily as your abductor handed you a roll of duct tape. “Give me your hands. Together like you’re praying.” She looked up at you in sheer terror as you pulled the edge of the tape free. “Trust me.” With a small nod, she held out her hands and choked out a sob as the gun was pressed into the back of your head.

“Vamos!” The man shouted, making you tape Frankie’s wrist together faster, knowing full well you’d be able to help her out and learning really quickly that this guy was an amateur.

“Back up, sweetie.” You said to her as the man yanked the roll of tape from your hands. 

“Siéntate!” You nodded your head as you turned around and willingly held out your hands toward him, knowing that you were going to escape no matter what. You studied the man’s features, forcing yourself to keep breathing just like your dad always taught you, as he tapped your hands tightly as if that would make a difference.

“No, (Y/N)…” Frankie begged as you scooted back into the trunk once he was done.

“Just hang on, sweetie.” You said as you laid down in front of her, using your small frame to block hers from your attacker. He kept his gun on you and put his finger over his mouth, telling you to stay silent, before he slammed the trunk closed. Frankie yelled ‘no’ as you instantly got to work. 

“Why is this happening?” She sobbed as you looked around for a glow in the dark trunk release tab.

“Hey, I need you to stop for a second.” You said as you moved on to finding something to force the release open. “You forget… I’m Negan’s daughter. Escaping trunks is something he taught me young. Roll up against the seats.”

“I wanna go home.” She sobbed as you pulled up the panel of flooring. You felt around as best as you could as the car pulled into traffic until your fingertips felt a metal tire iron.

“Fuck yea.” You gasped as you stretched a little bit farther, and pulled it free. “Alright, Frankie. I need you to listen to me.” You said as you scooted over in the small space. “The second I pop this trunk, we gotta run. You run straight down the road, and you don’t fucking stop for anything, you hear me?” You heard her hum ‘yes’ as you wedged the tire iron near the latch as best as you could. You only had to wait a few moments for the car to slow down before you yanked down the tire iron as hard as you could and popped the trunk open.

“Run!” You screamed as you gripped your new weapon in your still taped hands and helped Frankie out of the trunk. The two of you took off like bullets as the car screeched to a halt behind you. “Stay in the road!” You yelled as you pushed her with the bent end of the crow bar to run between the two lanes of cars. You could see the ocean in front of you and you kept telling yourself that you were going to make it back home as you dipped through traffic to get home. Your legs ached and your lungs burned with each breath in the heavy humidity, but you didn’t let that stop you. You just knew that if you stopped, you’d be dead.

“Here, turn here!” You shouted over the dozens of horns from drivers angry at you for one reason or another. Frankie followed your instructions blindly as you ran down the main strip back toward the port. You could see your husband’s figure, looming over the cops around him a few blocks up and you let out a sigh of relief. “OPIE!” He whipped around and even from a distance you could see the range of emotions roll though his being. He took off at a run with the stroller to get to you as your father shoved another tourist out of his way to get to Frankie.

“PPE 95 71.” You said as you held out the crow bar to him. “Silver Nissan Sentra. Before 2002.”

“OK, OK. Let me…”

“I got it.” You said as he reached to help you get the duct tape. You lifted your hands above your head, stuck your elbows as far as they would go, and pulled your palms toward your stomach hard, and fast, just like Negan was teaching Frankie. The second you were free, Opie pulled you into his arms and you began to shake violently.

“You’re safe.” He whispered as he rubbed your back. “You’re safe now.”

“I wanna go back to the boat.” You said as tears fell from your eyes. “’s’not safe.”

“Alright, let’s go back.” He agreed with a nod.

“’s’not safe.” You repeated as you looked over at your son. “’s’not safe.” You took a step over and tried to unbuckle the straps to the carseat but you were shaking too badly to do so.

“Hey, hey.” Opie said as he stepped over and gently grabbed your wrists. “Look at me.” Your tear filled whipped up to his hazel ones as he gently pulled off the rest of the tape and dropped it on the ground by the tire iron. “Let’s get on the boat first. It’s… it’s too hot out to carry him all the way back in the sun without the fan.” You nodded your head, not really hearing his reasoning but trusting your husband with your life and your safety.

“She OK?” Negan asked as he held Frankie to his chest. Opie nodded as he moved you between his body and the stroller. 

“She wants to go back to the ship.” Negan nodded as the police stepped forward to get a statement. They started rapid firing questions, making you more and more uncomfortable. You needed space, you needed to get away, and you really needed to feed your crying son.

“I just wanna go!” You screamed at them as you tried to push the stroller forward.

“OK, we’re going.” Opie said with a nod as he purposely boxed you in against the stroller. “Pull the cover down, hun.” You nodded numbly and did what was asked as Negan tried to lead Frankie after you. And officer made the mistake of stepping in his way and you turned your head over at the sound of his growl.

“I suggest you get the FUCK out of my fucking way!” He roared as he picked Frankie up in his arms. “We’ve got nothing to fucking say and you can’t fucking keep us here. You want a formal statement, you can fucking contact Romeo Parada!” Hearing the well known cartel member’s name, the officers instantly stepped back and let him through. “(Y/N), walk.” You nodded your head and continued walking toward the port in front of Opie.

“You called Romeo?” You asked your dad as he shifted his shocked girlfriend in his arms.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” He said with a nod. “He’s flying here now. The CIA has been trying to keep track of fucking sex traffickers in Mexico.” You felt Opie stumble a bit behind you as his head whipped over to your dad.

“CIA?”

“Not now.” Negan said as he turned down the docks toward the boat. “Later.”

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Opie didn’t know what to do or how to help… and he was a little confused that you didn’t seem more fazed by what happened. He did know, however, that you wouldn’t admit if he wasn’t right up against you, you were silently freaking out. So he sat on the bed, with you between his legs, and Hunter in front of your crossed legs so you could hold him up on the bed to work his leg muscles more. 

“He’s getting close to crawling.” You said a little flatly as you studied the little boy’s face, noticing how he looked more and more like Opie each and every day. “I almost missed it…”

“But you didn’t.” He said as he rubbed your back. “You get to see it.” You nodded your head and startled the slightest bit when someone knocked on the door. “It’s alright, baby girl.” He said as he pulled his long leg back and scooted around you to see if it was yet another member of the cruise staff, Negan, or Romeo. Your whole body stiffened as you pulled Hunter toward you until Romeo walked into the room with two members of the Mexico police. 

“PPE 95 71.” You repeated with a sigh of relief.

“OK, hold on.” Romeo said as he came over to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Let me get set up. Then start from the beginning.” You nodded your hand as you reached out your hand for your husband. He moved back behind you as Romeo pulled out a tape recorder and did his introduction for an official CIA case. When he was done, one of the officers did the same thing for his recorder.

“We were just looking for the Starbucks to use the bathroom.” You started as you kept your eyes on the happy little boy who was more interested with his cardboard colors and shapes book than anything else. “We stopped at the corner a block away and I looked over as the guy put a small caliber revolver in Frankie’s back between her shoulders. I didn’t see him until later but he was tall… about five ten maybe. Medium build, late twenties, early thirties. He had dark brown hair and a short beard. Kinda like my dad’s but colored like Opie’s.” You said as you turned around to look at your husband. “Darker on the sides but a decent amount of grey in the middle.”

“Your dad taught you well.” Romeo commented as you turned back around. You nodded in agreement as you took a deep breath to continue. 

“He wanted me to be prepared just in case. Guy had dark brown eyes, almond shaped, and a scar across his left cheek. Small, about an inch long. Lighter tan skinned, black t-shirt that said something in Spanish I couldn’t understand. Could have been Portuguese. He told us to walk and turned me to the right. We passed 5A and 3A Avenida Sur before he turned us down a little alley where his early 2000 model, Silver Nissan Sentra, white license plate PPE 95 71 was waiting. He made me tape Frankie’s wrists and then he taped mine. Once the trunk was closed, I found a tire iron in the spare tire part and popped the latch. I told Frankie to run between the cars so it would block us from view if the car turned around to come back or whatever. And we didn’t stop running until we got back to Opie.�� Romeo nodded his head as he continued to jot down notes. 

“Is there anything else you can remember? Tattoos…?”

“Yea… he had a tattoo on his right upper arm. Could only see the bottom of it.” He nodded his head as his cell phone rang in his pocket.

“Anything else, mija?” He asked as he silenced his phone and came over to sit down on the end of the bed. “You’ve given me so much detail already and I’m so proud of you.” You nodded your head as he smiled at your son, said hi, and pulled out his badge to let the boy play with it. 

“I just tried to stay calm.” You told him as you sat your son down so he could play with the badge until he lost interest. “That’s all I could do. I knew I could make a run for it when he grabbed us at the corner. But I didn’t think Frankie’d be able to keep up if I did. And I couldn’t leave her alone.”

“You did good, mi corazón.” He repeated as he gently touched your leg. “I’m very, very proud of you.”

“Do you think you’d even be able to find this guy?” Opie asked as he continued to rub your back.

“We’ve been closing in on this group.” The first officer said as he flipped his notebook closed and put it in his pocket while Romeo and the second officer turned off their recorders. “Four women taken in a similar situation. Only one of them made it out. She didn’t have nearly as many details but they tried to drug her after they took her out of the trunk. She just happened to have recently gotten sober so her tolerance was pretty high. But she didn’t know where she was or how she got away from there. Just that she had been taken, and drugged.” You nodded your head and looked back down at your little boy as he pushed himself up on all fours like he had been trying for days and looked at the badge he had throw a few feet away.

“Ope.” You whispered as your son rocked back and forth.

“How old is he now?” Romeo asked as he dismissed the other officers with a wave of his hand.

“Six and a half months.” You said with a smile as your little boy got his hand out from under him and put it out in front of his body. It was as far as he had gotten without falling in the past but you knew he’d get there.

“He’s so beautiful.” You nodded your head and silently cheered your son on when he got his other hand in front of him, and scooted forward on his chunky legs.

“He’s going to be trouble one day.” You giggled as your little man apparently mastered the art of crawling in less than three weeks. “We got a crawler.”

“Now it’s time to baby proof the house.” Opie said as your son crawled over to Romeo’s badge and flopped down beside it to pick it back up to chew on it with his one bottom tooth some more until the undercover CIA agent had to leave the boat.

Part 9