#grandfather: you have to push the buttons to make it go up or down

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

Can’t stand my fucking family

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: bickering, some modern family references (just names n stuff), smut, penetrative sex, f reader, riding, tit play (??) idk he just likes ur tits, etc.

a/n: this is kinda meant to be a modern family au based on haley and andy's first meeting so theres some references to the show (just fyi) except this ends as smut 🫡 can also be read as nanny!seokmin and richbrat!you tho

wc: 1370

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modern family au where you, ditzy and careless granddaughter of rich business owner, incidentally meet your family's new manny!seokmin while sneaking into your grandfather's house for some alone time by the pool. you grab a few beers, knowing your grandfather and his wife probably wont be back for a while when you hear someone clear their throat behind you. startled, you drop the glass bottles on the floor and turn around to see who the hell is in your supposedly-empty grandfather's house.

you're taken aback as soon as you meet his eyes. pretty boy your age in what's supposed to be a place only your family had access to ? you wont complain, but you're still pretty bummed about the wasted beer.

the first words out of his mouth are to scold you. great. yet another person to get in your way just when you're re trying to relax away from your overbearing family. but wait, you think, you still have no idea who this man is.

"who are you?", you question as he leans over to clean up the bottles you had broken (the bottles he broke, if anyone asked you).

"no. who are you?", he gives as rebuttal. "mr pritchet didnt say anyone would be here today. are you alex or __?" he says, cutely tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy, making your heart melt role your eyes.

"im alex," you lie, knowing your sister wouldnt get in trouble for this anyways. "now my question."

"i'm your grandfather's new manny," he replies with a boyish smile, stretching his free hand towards you.

"you're not manny. i know manny and you look nothing like him," you say frowning, knowing this is totally not your uncle manny.

"oh, you're __. i'm seokmin. the new male nanny," he says in a tone that makes you think he mightve meant it as an insult .. you choose to ignore it, instead looking at his arms as he continues to wipe the broken glass. why hadnt you noticed his arms earlier ?

"i'm sorry, but im gonna have to tell your grandfather that you broke glass near the pool," he interrupts your thoughts as he finishes picking up the broken glass.

fuck. you just got out of being grounded, you cant have your mom know you snuck into your grandpa's house again, specially for day-drinking (you're over 21 now, whats the big issue?!).

you panic, so you go for the first thing that comes to mind.

"do you really have to do that, seokmin?", you flutter your lashes at him, untying the top of your bathing suit cover and pushing up your barely-covered tits for him to see.

he looks down, momentarily forgetting what he was talking about, but quickly looks back up. "thats not gonna work, your grandparents warned me about you," he says as he looks away from your chest.

he already bit the hook. there's really nothing to lose now.

you take slow steps towards him, making sure to sway your hips as you do so, placing your hands on his shoulders as soon as you're close enough. "listen. this can stay between us, right? you've already cleaned everything up. there's no reason we need to waste our time in telling him how you caught me off guard and made me drop the glass, is there?", you rub your hands up and down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt while he stands still, letting you continue your actions.

"m-me?! y-YOU broke it! you're not even supposed to be h-" he cuts himself off when you get tired of his talking and decide to just rip the rest of the buttons off.

"listen to me, seokmin. we can waste the next hour arguing about who did what while we wait for my grandpa to get here," you start pressing your mouth to his ear, almost giving him the attention he really wants, but not fully. "or we could go to the guest room and i could give you a little something in return for your silence. wouldn't that be more fun?"

with one more look from him, you find yourself moments later sitting atop him in one of the mansion's guest rooms, bouncing on top of him with your back facing his chest. his eyes were glued to your ass, with his hands groping your hips tightly as he furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure. never would he have expected that the airheaded girl his new employers warned him about would be this pretty and feel this good wrapped around him.

"fuck," he exhales, rubbing his hands up and down your back, ultimately landing on your ass, melding his hands unto the soft skin. "b-baby fuck. slow down."

"but minnie .. my grandparents could be back any second. besides, you're doing me a favour. it'd be mean of me to not make it up to you, wouldnt it?", you put on a sweet voice for him as you bounce faster, also wanting to reach your high as the pretty boy impaled you.

frustrated at not being able to see you, he uses those beefy arms you were eyeing earlier to lift you up and turn you around on top of him, now looking into your eyes as you held onto his shoulders for support. looking at his pretty eyes staring up at you with softness despite the lewdness of the act made you feel crazy. feeling addicted to the way he looked at you, you decided to give him a show.

"fuck, minnie. feel so fucking good," you moaned, dragging your hands up to your tits to play with them, rubbing your nipples in a way that had you rolling your eyes back. "dont you wanna help me, minnie? be a good boy and put your hands on me."

he whined at your words, sitting up a bit and replacing your hands with his. pinching at your nipples, he made you cry out loud and rub yourself even harder, now catching an angle that allowed your clit to rub against him. feeling drunk on your enthusiasm, he moved one of his hands to your hip in order to guide you, moving his mouth to bite and lick at your nipples, making you roll your eyes back.

both your ends approached, now with you maniacally bouncing on him while his mouth stayed stuck to your chest, alternating breasts to suck and whine into. feeling completely cock drunk, you increased the intensity of your movements, leading yourself into a mind-blowing orgasm with him following soon after, his moans muffled by your chest.

you spent the next five minutes softly cleaning each other up and getting rid of the evidence (dirty sheets, condom, etc) before anyone arrived home, all while shyly exchanging glances at each other. it was unlike you to feel shy when interacting with a guy (i mean, you did just seduce your grandparents new nanny within minutes of knowing him), but there was something about his good-boy attitude and soft demeanor towards you that just drew you to him. that, and how easy on the eyes he was.

your thoughts were promptly interrupted by him quietly speaking up "listen, i know i'm probably overstepping and just embarrassing myself by saying this but, i kind of uh. i kind of felt a connection there. i think you mightve even felt it too? would you like to maybe see where this goes? i could take you out, or if not we could start off as friends too, you know? or maybe this again? wait, no. i'm not suggesting that you should uh- but if you want to! i mean, whatever you want! it's just tha-" he continues to ramble, clearly losing track of what his original question was.

just like him, you interrupt his monologue by grabbing onto his face, making him stop mid sentence and look at you. "yes," you giggle. "we can go out seokmin. i'll know where to find you," and with that, you leave him with a peck and a wink as you exit the room, successfully leaving the house before anyone arrived, knowing you'd be coming back whenever possible to get some alone time with your grandparents' pretty manny you were now planning to make yours.

[l33bang24]

OMG It’s You… (Part 6.5)

YouTube! Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: cursing, crying, confusion, fatigue, Lee Know coming in clutch, Chan admits to being jealous of reader (let me know if I missed anything)

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

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Third Person POV

Y/N never imagined that she would be summoned to the conference room at her workplace, especially by unfamiliar individuals not from the United States. Nevertheless, they were seated on one side of the table, while Y/N found herself on the other, facing a stack of papers with the word "CONTRACT" emblazoned across the top.

“So, what do you say? Would you like to work with us?”

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Y/N’s POV (One week ago)

I felt like I was glued to my computer screen for an eternity. Realizing I was making no progress, I pushed myself away from the desk and flopped onto my bed. I had never felt this exhausted before. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was falling behind. Perhaps it's time to hit the reset button and start from scratch.

Flashback (Two weeks prior)

Pulling up my camera, I press record and wait three to five seconds before starting. “Y’all.” I huff, still trying to catch my breath. “When I made this address, I expected to get some packages here or there. The post office called and told me I must pick up my packages because they overflowed. I thought….You know what, let me show you instead.” I pick up a vast draw bag of packages inside. “I have three of these, and that’s not including them.” I grab a basket of letters or other small packages. “I had to take my grandfather’s truck because my car was too small to fit everything. I honestly thought that I wasn’t going to get this much stuff. I’m afraid I won’t be able to get through all of these before they call me again, saying I have more waiting. I told y’all I don’t need anything; I already have too much.” I start looking around my room. “Where the hell am I going to put all this? I have no room, ugh.” I turned back to the camera. “I love y’all to death, but this is way too much.”

Looking around, I let out a big sigh. “I’m grateful, honestly. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad or upset. I’m more surprised than anything. I don’t want y’all to waste your money on me. I'd rather you keep that for bills, food, clothes, etc. Though at the end of the day, I can’t stop you from sending anything.” I sit down in my chair, worn out since those bags were heavy. “I know I promised you that I would record everything I open, but then again, I didn’t expect to get this much fan mail. I’ll do my best to record what I can. Hopefully. What I can’t, I’ll try to thank you in letters.” I laugh a little to myself. “I feel like I’m digging myself a hole, making all these promises and talking about sending letters. I don’t want to let anybody down. I want all of you to know that I appreciate everything you do, and I don’t want any of you to feel left out if I don’t show you opening up your package or letter.”

I get up and grab one of the big bags. “I’ve got to record an upcoming video, but as soon as possible, I will record myself opening up some of these packages. I could do a live stream of me opening some of them, too. I’ll have to see how I’m feeling that day. Either way, I love y’all and hope you have a great day. Bye!” I turn the camera off and instantly drop my shoulders and head. ‘Why do I do this to myself? I knew I was in over my head when I did this.’ I look down at all the stuff people sent. “Well, I better get started on the album review before I worry too much about these.”

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Third Person POV (Before Y/N’s video above)

The boys had been worrying/stressing over what to send to Y/N. Chan had convinced the rest of the boys to send a gift and a letter from each of them so that she would know who it was from. Some guys knew exactly what they wanted to send, others couldn’t decide. Each one agreed that they would all send their stuff at one time, so hopefully, she would get them all around the same time. Lee Know walked into Felix’s room, seeing the Sunshine himself writing a letter. He knocks on the door to announce his presence.

Felix turns to his older Hyung. “Hey.” Lee Know grins, and Felix responds. “Hey.” His Hyung sits by him. “How’s it going?” Felix drops his head on his gaming desk. “Terrible. I can’t think of anything to write.” Lee Know observes him before replying. “You don’t have to think about it so much. Just write what comes to your head.” Felix scuffs. “Easy for you to say. You don’t overthink everything like I do.” Felix runs his fingers through his hair. “Normally, I could already know what I’d want to tell someone. Right now, I’m coming up blank.” Felix, frustrated with himself, pulls on his hair.

“Do you want to see what I wrote?” Felix turns to his Hyung. “I don’t want to copy what you wrote, Lee Know Hyung.” Lee Know smirks. “I know. I wrote two of them, in case you couldn’t think of anything. They’re not the same letter. Here, take it.” He pulls it from his back pocket. “You can always rewrite it in your handwriting if you want.” He gets up to leave before turning around. “We’re sending them out tomorrow, so have it ready by tonight.” Felix nods his head, smiling. “Thank you, Hyung.” Lee Know returns the smile. “You’re welcome.”

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After Y/N had recorded and edited both versions of the review for the Oddinary mini-album, she sent one to JYP and saved the other for the release date. She decided she’d take a small break before she would start recording herself on opening fan mail. She had to wait a couple of days before she got the chance to re-record herself.

“Hello, Lovelies, and welcome back to the channel! So, we will start opening some of these packages today since I have so many. I will warn you that I’m bad with names, so if I don’t pronounce your name correctly, don’t get mad at me.” I laugh lightly. “These will probably be different videos since I know I won’t be able to open all of them in just one video. Okay, let’s get into it, shall we?”

Little did Y/N know eight boys were waiting for her videos to come out. They wanted to see her reaction to the gifts they gave her. When the day finally came, they gathered around a TV to watch her. “What in the world is this?” She pulls out a package and sees there’s no name on it. It’s also from a PO Box address but from Seoul, South Korea. She looks at the camera with a questionable expression on her face. Pulling out her scissors, she cuts the package open. The first thing she grabs is a letter with her name on it. She opens it, and what she does next makes all the boys happy. Her jaw drops, “There’s no fucking way. This cannot be real.” She looks at the camera, back to the letter, then back to the camera again. She swallows slowly before speaking.

Dear Y/N,

I’ve followed your videos since you reacted to our MV God’s Menu. The guys and I have been quite your fans. When we saw that you created a PO Box, we knew we wanted to give you something from each of us. We hope you enjoy everything you get, and thank you for always supporting us through our journey.

Signed,

Lee Felix

She tears up a little bit and wipes her eyes immediately with her hands. “So that means you’ve seen me make a fool of myself this entire time. Damn. Well, at least you know this is the real me. What you see is what you get. Now you just made a lot of Stays very jealous.” She laughs and points at the camera. “Y’all don’t come after me now.” She puts the letter to the side and opens the package more to see what’s inside. She pulls back and starts laughing hard. “Felix, have I ever told you how much I love you? Because I do. Hold on, everyone, I’m about to show you what he got me.” She pulls out a container of brownies he made along with the recipe on top. “I knew the package looked weird, but I now understand why. He said he had to use vegetable oil to preserve them while being shipped.” She looks at the camera and smiles. “Thank you, Felix. I will enjoy these.” She puts them off to the side and grabs something else from the package; she turns it over to see a little bracelet with his skzoo. “Ooh, I love that. That’s very precious.”

She turns to look at her other bags. “So I’m not constantly thinking about the other guys’ packages. I will see if I have them all to open them one after the other. I’m quite nervous now. Especially since I know they’ll be watching this video.” The boys can’t help but smile at her. She searches through the bags and manages to find all of them. “This one looks promising.” She had grabbed Hyunjin’s and carefully opened it. What was inside made her gasp. It was a painting of flowers in a glass vase. The painting itself was mute but had pops of colors on the flowers. “That is so beautiful, Hyunjin; I love it. Did I ever tell you that my grandmother is an artist herself?” Hyunjin’s eyes widen upon hearing that statement, and the boys do, too. She steps out of view and calls for her grandmother.

Her grandmother comes into view. “One of my fans painted this for me.” Her grandmother compliments the painting, and Hyunjin lets out a breath he doesn’t know he is holding. He also gave her some facial masks since he knew she enjoyed those more than makeup. Each member gave her a letter with similar words to Felix’s, hoping they would meet her one day. They went for more sentimental value ideas since they knew she didn’t like costly items. Seungmin had given her a book he enjoyed reading and even got her a box of tea he wanted. I.N. gave her their Oddinary album book and an unreleased box of photo cards. Changbin had given her a couple of their shirts from the Oddinary merch collection. Han had gifted her a new light stick with a Quokka keychain.

Y/N thanked all the boys for their beautiful gifts, which finally reached the last two members. If anyone ever asked her which two she would consider her biases, she would tell them Chan and Lee Know. While she loves all the members equally, those two (including Felix) stood out the most to her. One package is bigger than the other, but only by a little. Both feel soft like a pillow, and she’s torn over which one to open first. She almost forgets that she’s being recorded. “I don’t know which one to open first.” She laughs to herself. “I feel that there’s more clothing in both of these. I guess I’ll go with this one.” She grabs the slightly smaller one and cuts carefully. Inside is a hoodie, not just any hoodie, but one she’s familiar with. She pulls the letter out and opens it. She’s glad she knows how to speak and read Korean; otherwise, she would have to use her phone to translate.

Y/N,

Usually, I wouldn’t say I like sending things to people, but I will make an exception for you. Your channel has brought me comfort on hard days. I never realized how much they meant to me until I unconsciously looked up your videos. I want to give you this to have on your bad days. To know that you’re not alone and have people who care about you. I have included a small bottle of my cologne that you can spray on it when my smell starts to fade. I also included a unique Leebit plush that hasn’t been released yet. Thank you for being your true self and making others happy.

Sincerely,

Lee Minho

Y/N had tears rolling down her face, but she didn’t go to wipe them. Lee Know didn’t know whether he went too far or his gift wasn’t good enough. But she turned to the camera and smiled, hoping Lee Know could see her. “리노님 정말 감사드립니다. 너무 마음에 들고 잘 보살펴 드리겠습니다.” He smiled right back. “천만에요.” She grabs a tissue and wipes her face. “Okay, this is the last, then I’ll end the video here.” She opens the last package and inside is a black jacket with white writing. Her eyebrows scrunch together as she looks at it. Once she realizes what it is, she looks at the camera with her hands on her hips. “Christopher. Now I know damn well that you better not have spent a lot of money on this jacket. Don’t act like I don’t know my clothing brands; I know just how much this cost and it’s too much.” She shakes her head like a mother would when disappointed in her son. “Good grief. What am I going to do with you, mmhm?” She pulls out the letter and opens it.

Dear Y/N,

I wanted to be honest with you from the start. I didn't know how to feel when Stays first talked about you and how much you were like me. I felt like someone was trying to copy me. It didn’t help that the other guys adored you and talked about you constantly. You were always somewhere in my head, and I couldn’t get you out. I tried, but it only seemed to make it worse. It wasn’t until I found you crying your eyes out that it all changed. I’m not saying that your crying made me change my views about you, but I realized you’re a human being like me. Seeing you upset made me want to comfort you. You were holding my skzoo to dear life. I let my emotions control my thoughts of a person without getting to know who they were. I wanted to give you something to remember me by. This jacket is mine, and I also included something to spray on it when the smell starts to fade. There’s one crucial item in here that I want you to have. It’s not mine, but it’s a replica. I want you to have it and remember that not only are you by our side, but we are by your side, too.

Sincerely,

Bahng Christopher Chan ❤️

Y/N’s emotions were all over the place. He was jealous of her because he thought she was copying him. But it changed when he realized she was kind all along. Chan was feeling the heat from waiting for her response and the looks on his member's face. They see her pull out a bracelet. It’s the same Stay bracelet that Chan wears. She finally spoke up. “Wow, I don’t know how to feel about this. I, for one, appreciate you being honest with me. I don’t understand why you would be jealous of someone you’ve never met, but then again, I don’t see things from your point of view. I could understand if you have people who say I’m exactly like you. However, that’s not entirely true. Um, I’m kind of at a loss for words right now. I don’t hate it, but believe me, I don’t. I love the gift; I love all of them. The letter makes me ask, where did I go wrong?”

She looks back up at the camera before continuing. “I’m willing to look past this as long as you and I get along. And to Stays, please do not go bashing Chan for any reason. I better not find any of y’all being mean to my boy. I’ll find you.” She points her index and middle fingers to her eyes and the camera. As if saying, ‘I’m watching you.’ “I could see that if it were the other way around, I’m sure he would react the same way if I were him in this situation. But outside of that, I greatly appreciate the gift, Chris. Thank you.”

“Thank you all for watching! I hope to have more of these videos up soon. Until then, I will see you next time. Bye!”

End of Flashback

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Present day

Which brings Y/N to today. When she arrived, the overhead boss told her the CEO wanted to see her. She started replaying everything she’d done, and nothing stood out. The only thing she could think of was something outside of work that had to do with her channel. After her Ordinary review went up, she received a call from an out-of-country phone number. She didn’t answer as she didn’t know anyone outside of the States. Maybe besides the email she got from JYP, there wasn’t a phone number listed.

She had let it go to voicemail, hoping that if it were necessary, they would leave a message. They left a message, and what she heard stunned her.

“안녕하세요, 저는 MNet Digital Studios에서 전화를 겁니다. 나는 여기 입장에 대해 y/f/n과 이야기하기 위해 전화하고 있습니다. 다시 전화해 주시면 감사하겠습니다. 안녕.”

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I kind of threw some things together hoping that they’d work. Wasn’t really sure what I wanted each member to gift to the reader, but I hope it makes sense. Anyways there’s more to come!)

((A/A/N: I forgot to add the translations in.

Blue- “Thank you so much Lee Know. I love it so much and I will take very good care of it.”

Green- “You’re welcome.”

White- “Hi, I’m calling from MNet Digital Studios. I’m calling to speak with Y/F/N about a position here. If you could please call us back. Bye.” ))

[quizzicalwriter]

Hey I love ur work sm! Could u do a Dallas x reader smut where they meet up at a motel and Dally isn’t around a lot so he is apologizing for lost time?

Free Bird

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Oh how sweet reunions can be.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Angst and comfort, just a bit. Fingering, dirty talkin’.

A/N: Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 3.2k

One hour. That’s all the time it took to reach the familiar seedy motel that you’d grown accustomed to during the month-long stretches Dallas found himself indebted to the rodeo for. You’d been there often enough for the woman at the front counter to know you by name, a look of pity in her green eyes that you hated more than the reeking odor of cigarette smoke that lingered everywhere you went.

He’d call you, your house, your work, anywhere; until he finally got a hold of you, and then he’d let you know he had a week off. You knew where to meet him, just where you currently found yourself. You set down your travel bag, sighing to yourself as you fell backward onto the bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling. You didn’t know when Dallas would be back, you only knew that he would. Sometimes it’d take hours after that phone call for you to finally see him, but once you did he was all yours for the week.

It was a shitty predicament, one neither of you were too fond of, you least of all. Yet Dallas seemed to somehow thrive off of it, something that hurt you to no end. He’d been faithful, of course he had, but when you only saw him for a week after months of practically no contact besides a weekly phone call, it didn’t leave much room for love. He’d always come back with new bruises, stitches, scars, and one hell of a story to boot. You’d laugh, ensure he was alright, and as he slept you’d lie awake, looking over him to try your damnedest to memorize every facet of his face.

The way his lips parted in his sleep, the worry line between his brows, the way his nose would scrunch right before he’d mutter something in his sleep - it was funny in a way, how he managed to be pissed off at someone even as he slept. Eventually, you’d fall asleep, waking up hours later being held close to his chest, his nose buried in your hair with his arms wrapped so tightly around your middle that you could hardly breathe. And then the days would come to an end, you’d stifle tears and he’d kiss your temple and be off again.

You wrung your hands in your lap, feet shuffling against the red patterned carpet as you gazed out the window, waiting for that familiar car to pull up in the parking lot. There wasn’t much else to do, the television worked fine, but there was nothing on besides public access and a few infomercials, something that tended to make you sleepy, and you didn’t want to sleep just yet. You could only imagine how women felt waiting for their husbands to return from war, it was a long shot from what you were going through, but the anticipatory anxiety felt all the same, along with the worries of him leaving yet again.

After a moment you’d grown too peeved of the silence, pushing yourself off of the spring mattress with a huff before fiddling with the buttons on the television. You’d somehow managed to find a channel broadcasting old western shows, something your grandfather loved to watch but you never really got into. As boring as it was, it was preferable to the overwhelming silence. You moved back to the bed, making yourself comfortable as you proceeded to watch the show.

It was as though God himself had answered your prayers when you heard the familiar thrum of Dallas’s car, the engine had always been damn near deafening, but in that moment you couldn’t have been more happy to hear it roaring through the gravel parking lot. You jumped up from the bed, nearly tripping over your feet in the process, opening the door just in time for Dallas to exit his car.

He looked beaten to hell and back, one of the more noticeable bruises curling around his upper arm and onto his shoulder. You found yourself thankful that he didn’t have any cuts, none that were visible anyhow. All those worries were pushed aside when he smiled at you, hoisting a bag of his own over his shoulder as he extended his other arm out to his side. With a tear-filled laugh, you ran to him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you buried your face into his chest. You could hear him groan when you made contact with him, but he quickly stifled the pain in favor of wrapping his free arm around you, placing a kiss of his own against your forehead.

“Act like you haven’t seen me in months or somethin’.” He quipped, usual sarcasm dripping off his words. Normally you would’ve been pissed, scowling at him, but all you could do was laugh into his chest before pulling away to smile up at him. He lifted his free hand, cupping your jaw affectionately.

“I haven’t.” You replied. “Been four months this time.”

He sighed, smile faltering as his hand dropped from your jaw, moving instead to fidget with the denim of his jeans. He looked to the motel room, nodding his head toward the opened door, not waiting for you to respond before moving into it. You followed closely behind, closing the door behind you once both of you were inside the heavily air-conditioned motel room.

“‘Gunsmoke?’ Really?” He laughed, motioning to the television with his free hand before plopping his bag down onto the floor, moving to sit down on the bed afterward. You shrugged, a faint smile on your lips as you moved to sit down beside him. As much as you wanted to enjoy the time you two had together, you couldn’t help but feel the hurt still echoing from within your chest.

As if sensing your discomfort he hooked an arm around you, pulling you over to sit comfortably in his lap, your face tucked into the nook of his neck. Your hands fumbled with the fabric of his shirt, both of you sitting in comfortable silence as the western continued playing on the television. Dallas’s hand smoothed down your back, his chin resting atop your head.

“I know you don’t like my work.” He murmured, voice reverberating in his chest as he soothed you. “I have to make money, doll. I’m- I’m not someone who can take a company job.”

You knew the truth behind his words, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Dallas was never bound for a life of calmness and serenity. The man was born amidst chaos, it was in his blood.

“Just wish you could be safe.” You replied, voice barely above a whisper. “I hate going so long without seeing you. Been together for years and yet I only see you a fraction of the time.”

“I know.” He sighed, tilting his head down to look at you as he raised a hand to cup your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “I do this for you. You’re the only reason I’m not bootleggin’ anymore. Rodeo’s safer.”

“Safer?” You asked through a sarcastic laugh, hand moving down to lift his shirt, where sure enough a large bruise encompassed the left side of his ribcage. “That’s safe?”

He rolled his eyes, abruptly shoving his shirt back down to cover his side. “Quit that.”

You moved back, still halfway on his lap as you moved to be in his line of sight. You were both stubborn, it was something that’d initially attracted you two together, but it certainly became a pain in the ass whenever you needed to discuss something.

“What?” You asked through a scoff of a laugh. “Am I right?”

He glared at you then, a warning hidden in his eyes, one that you’d never heeded in the entirety of your relationship with him. He brought his hands up, wiping tiredly at his face, sighing heavily into his palms.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, voice muffled by his hands before he leaned up to meet your gaze, hands dropping down to his lap. “Work an office job? I’m not that type of man, I never have been. You knew who I was when we met, I haven’t changed.”

Whenever he got irritated his New York accent would grow thick, something that grew to be a telltale sign of his frustration. You looked away from him, feeling anger bubbling in your chest as you fumbled with your hands.

“Can’t I want you to be safe?” You finally asked, turning on the bed to face him. “I hardly see you, Dal. And when I do- you’re like this.” You motioned to his bruises as you spoke, worry evident in your eyes and tone.

He knew you cared for him, it was something that terrified him years ago, back when he didn’t know how to handle love and instead shoved it away. There were moments where that still flared, rearing its ugly head during disagreements or discussions on the future, but he’d never leave - he wouldn’t. He could hear your tears building in your words before your mind had even registered you were about to cry, moving to wrap his arms around your middle as he scooted back onto the bed with you, pulling you up onto his lap in an almost cradle-like position.

You went to say something but found your words broken off by emotion, earning you a soft hush from Dallas as he smoothed his hand up and down the curve of your back. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment as he breathed in your scent. You could feel his hands clutching at you, just as you’d grab at him in your sleep.

“I know.” He whispered. More lingered beneath the words, silent promises of how he’d try to be safer, take less risky jobs - all for you. He’d never voice these things, but you knew him well enough to hear the words he didn’t have the strength to say aloud.

You tilted your head back then, brushing his hair from his forehead, letting your hand rest against the back of his neck as you smiled up at him, earning you a smile in return.

“Your hair’s grown.” You stated, lightly tugging on the longer-than-usual strands. Dallas groaned out a laugh, swatting away your hand as you laughed.

“Hair tends to do that.” He replied, tone dripping with sarcasm, causing you to roll your eyes with another laugh and a murmured, “I know that, smart-ass.”

He leaned back against the headboard, smiling down at you as you situated yourself on his lap, effectively straddling him. His hands found their way to your hips, thumbs tucking into the belt loops on your jeans.

“Ain’t one to talk back when you’re on my lap, huh?” He teased, tilting his head to the side with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. You couldn’t deny his words, any time you found yourself on his lap all it took was a singular buck of his hips and you were putty in his hands, whining, desperate putty.

“Hush.” You responded, failing to hide your smile, tone soon broken into something more whiny when he shifted his hips below you. He quirked his brow at the sudden shift in your expression, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he pulled you down by the belt loops on your jeans. As he guided the roll of your hips your eyes fluttered, feeling your cunt clench around nothing.

“I think you’ve gone too long without me.” He whispered, voice husky as his right hand moved to the buttons of your jeans, the other hand still guiding your rocking motions against his lap. “You get all testy whenever you haven’t been fucked.”

“Dallas-“ You started, head falling back right after as a moan erupted from you at the feeling of his hand sliding into your jeans, fingers finding home against your slick cunt. “So- so crude.”

“Yeah?” He asked through a laugh, thumb circling your clit as his middle and ring finger buried themselves in your cunt, a low grunt leaving him as you clamped down around his fingers. “Feels like you love it when I’m crude, doll.”

You couldn’t argue with him, not when his fingers were buried to the knuckle inside your cunt, brushing against a spot he knew better than you did yourself. You rode down against his palm, looping your arms around his neck, allowing yourself to whine against his throat as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

“Cum on my fingers, doll.” He murmured against your hair, hand tightening its hold on your hip as he moved his fingers within you. “Let me take care of you.”

Your brows furrowed together, hips stuttering in their movement against his palm. You could hear the soft rumble of laughter in his chest as he helped you regain your pace, muttering something incoherent as your whines turned into keens, your lips parted against his throat as you clutched onto the back of his shirt for purchase.

“Good girl.”

That was all it took for you to come undone, crying out his name against his neck as your cunt spasmed around his fingers. He pressed kisses to your forehead as you rode his fingers through your orgasm, his thumb never stopping its circling of your clit until you whined through breathless words for a moment to breathe.

You could audibly hear the sound of your arousal as he removed his fingers from your cunt, both digits coated in a thin veneer of your cum. He looked at you, smiling wickedly as he pressed the fingers to your lips. You quickly opened your mouth, tasting yourself as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, nearly touching the back of your throat in the process. You noticed his breath deepening, pupils blown as he watched you suck his fingers clean.

“Missed that mouth.” He hushed out, words breathless as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth. You leaned up then, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pressed your lips to his. His tongue sought yours, the kiss full of hunger and need, teeth clashing, and moans swallowed. You could feel his hard cock straining against the denim of his jeans, each shift of your hips on his lap causing him to all but whine into the kiss.

His hands moved to the waistband of your jeans, trying his damnedest to tug them off you as you straddled him, only for him to pull away with a frustrated, “Help me take these off of you before I rip them off.”

You laughed, lifting yourself as your hands moved over his, removing your jeans moments later along with your underwear, both items of clothing falling to the floor with a soft thud. Neither of you had the patience to get him undressed as well, so he sufficed with allowing you to unbutton his jeans, almost breaking the zipper in the process. Your hand curled gently around his cock, lazily pumping it as you returned to kissing him.

He moaned into your mouth, brows furrowing together as your thumb swiped over his tip. It wasn’t long until his touch on your hips grew needy, thumbs pushing into your hip bones in a silent plea for you to get on with it already. You’d half a mind to make him wait, but you needed him just as badly as he needed you. With a short lift of your hips, you guided him to your entrance, sinking onto his thick cock seconds later.

The stretch had you whining against his lips, slick sounds pooling from between your thighs as you slowly rocked down against him, each movement of your hips bumping your clit against his lower stomach. You could feel his thighs tensing beneath you, muscles flexing in tandem with each canter upward of his hips, pushing him deeper within you.

His hands guided your hips, breaths coming out as short grunts whenever you’d squeeze around him. You could feel his cock dragging inside of you, brushing against that spot that had your thighs twitching under his hold. He trailed his lips from yours to your jaw, breath hitching against your skin in between open-mouthed kisses to your throat.

It was slow, passionate - everything you’d missed in the months he’d been absent. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through the back of his hair as you rode him. He kissed down your throat and onto your chest, free hand moving up to cup your breast. You tightened your hold on him, head falling back as he bent his legs, planting his feet against the mattress as he fucked himself up into you.

The new angle and urgency had your cunt squeezing around him, legs giving out beneath you as he continued fucking you. He let out a breathless laugh, hands moving to your hips, essentially pushing you forward to rest against his chest as he rutted up into you, each thrust of his cock brushing against your g-spot in an almost blinding sense of pleasure.

Your hands blindly grasped at his shoulders for purchase, uttering pleas for him, words soon turning into incomprehensible sobs as the pleasure left you unable to do anything other than whine out his name against his chest. You could feel your cunt fluttering around him with each thrust of his hips, the movement causing you to rock forward, clit brushing against his lower stomach.

“You hear that?” He grunted out lowly, grasp on your hips tightening to an almost painful degree. “Hear how desperate you sound for me?”

With a strangled cry of his name, you came undone, cunt spasming around his cock as he pumped into you. You went limp against him, eyes squeezed shut as he fucked you through your orgasm, whispering words of praise against the shell of your ear as he chased his release inside of you.

“So fucking good.“ He grunted, words followed by a sharp thrust upward, tip pushing against your cervix as he flooded you full of his cum. You whined against his chest, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. As he caught his breath he lifted his hand, gently cupping your jaw to tilt your head back, eyes searching yours to ensure you were alright.

“‘M okay.” You whispered, voice barely audible. He nodded, sighing out a lungful of air as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You rested back against him then, shifting your hips slightly to make yourself comfortable - or as comfortable as you could be with him still nestled inside of your cunt.

“Just-“ He started, wrapping his arms around you to ensure you stayed put. “Just stay there, I’ll carry you to the shower later.”

A faint laugh left you as you allowed him to hold you close, knowing neither of you had the strength to move from the bed anytime soon. You’d have to call the front desk and get clean sheets once you did, but for now, you were content resting against him, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat echoing within his chest.

“I love you.” You whispered, moving your head to press a kiss over his heart, earning you an affectionate hum as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I love you too, doll.”

A/N: Did you guys miss my Dallas writing? I hope you did. I got three more cookin’ along with other characters. I felt like including him working at the rodeo tied into the canon well, it’s one of my favorite things about his character. Anyways, thank you all so so much for the love you’ve shown my work and all the requests you’ve sent my way! I appreciate it all more than you know! As always you can find all my works over on my AO3 under the user, “Unscriptural.”

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Moves & Countermoves (Part 16)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15

It is cold and dark, woken from a peaceful slumber to run. Everyone around them is yelling, it’s always scary when grown ups yell.

They are scrambling now, tripping over each other in haste, to get to the woods. A place they’ve been forbidden to go.

“Come on, baby. Keep up.” His aunt insists, in a voice that sounds so like his mother’s. His mother.

“What about my mom and dad?” Everest asks.

“We’ll see them soon.” Madge tells him.

The sky opens and rains fire.

“You said we had an hour.” Gale shouts, over the commotion.

“They must’ve launched the fleet out of district eleven.” Everest’s grandfather calls back. “Get to the woods.”

He is a quiet man. Even tempered, he does not yell; yet he is yelling.

“Dad!” Aunt Madge tries to catch him, but her hands are full.

Full of Arista and me.

“Captain goes down with the ship.” He is gone, lost in the smoke, never to return. A debt paid for the lives he saved.

“No!” Everest wants to go back. Run to him, change it, but he can’t. Someone is holding him still, shaking his shoulders.

“Everest.”

His mother. But she isn’t here. She couldn’t be.

“Shh, shh.”

Mom. The boy startles awake, in their new living quarters of district thirteen. Just a dream.

The baby is crying, he must have woken her too.

Still his mother is there, rocking him gently, smoothing down his hair. “I’m here, you’re safe.”

Everest clings to her, watching as she uses a foot to push the bassinet from side to side. Quieting his littlest sister.

Daisy May.

A child wrought into the world through his mother’s blood, sweat and tears. She cries like it pains her to be separated from the woman who’s given her life and he does not blame her.

“Here, you can come lay with me.” Y/N offers, it is hard to be in two places at once.

Everest climbs into her bed, the spot left vacant by his father. The doctors are trying to make him comfortable, while his body adjusts to the lack of alcohol.

To the victors go the spoils.

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Morning comes much too early, signified by the shifting brightness of lights, rather than the sun.

Everest and Arista leave with Madge for school. There aren’t many children here in thirteen, most teachers have been made useful elsewhere.

This is one of the few things she has allowed, over their three weeks underground, hoping it will help the children acclimate.

Y/N sets her daughter down, in the makeshift bassinet, causing the infant to wail in protest.

“Just for a minute, just for a minute.” She’s coos, pulling on her jumpsuit as fast as she can. Even showering has proven difficult without the extra set of hands. Without Haymitch.

“Civilian Abernathy.” One of the guards call from outside the door.

“She’s fine.” Y/N assures him, finishing up the last of her buttons and tossing the baby sling over her head. Reaching down for the infant, she situates her gently. The silence is instant.

“Happy to hear it. Your presence is requested by President Coin.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. If it’s not one president it’s another. She opens the door to find the same man who’s been keeping an eye on her since arrival. “It’s not on my schedule.” She holds out her forearm, showcasing the printed timesheet.

“Your schedule will be revised to compensate the time.”

“Perfect.” Y/N forces a smile. “Any idea what this is about?” She follows him down to the elevator.

“I’m just here to escort you.” He draws the large metal doors closed around them.

“Ever had anybody jump?” They must be thirty stories up.

The soldier shifts. “Are you thinking about it?”

“No,” she shrugs, “just making conversation.”

They reach their destination and the gates plunk open, “charming.”

The rest of their trek is silent. He opens the door and then closes her inside to stand watch. Leaving her to the wolves.

“Y/N, thank you for meeting with me.” Alma Coin says, seated at the long rectangular table. “Please, have a seat.”

“She likes it better when I stand.” Y/N says, patting the child on her chest as she approaches the table.

“Of course.” Coin nods, “you look well.”

“I’m weller than I was when I got here.” Unconscious and hemorrhaging from birth complications.

Plutarch smiles. Hello again.

“I was glad to hear that you’ve received a clear bill of health from our medical team.” Coin runs the tip of her pen over paper as she speaks.

“So the therapist you have me meeting with is just for fun?” Y/N cocks her head to the side.

“For anyone to endure the level of psychological abuse that you have seen and still persevere…you are an inspiration to us all.”

Y/N swallows hard. What do you want?

“Even still, we feel it’s beneficial for you to continue your sessions with Dr. Aurelius.”

“Any word on extracting the victors being held in the Capitol?” Peeta. Johanna. Annie.

“Rest assured, we are working around the clock to find a safe and effective way to liberate the other victors.”

Y/N nods, bouncing lightly from one foot to the other.

“I hear Haymitch is nearing the end of his withdrawal process and will be assimilated into the general population in the next few days.” Coin continues.

Another nod.

“I understand how delicate this subject may be for you, but if you’d like to keep separate quarters-”

“Why would I do that?” Y/N demands.

Plutarch clears his throat. Alma Coin is about to step over the line and finally understand why Snow kept such tight reins on his Capitol darling.

“Given your history.”

“History?”

“This can be a fresh start for the both of you.” Coin replies, softly. “Dissolve the marriage, with custody arrangements for the children.”

“I don’t want to dissolve my marriage.” Maybe there was some version of her that did. A casualty of war, buried long before his babies grew inside her.

“This is all you’ve known since you were nineteen. I can see how the idea of leaving would be intimidating.”

“You don’t know half the hell I’ve been through, or what Haymitch had to do for me to be standing in this room today. If you did, you wouldn’t be insinuate that this ‘arrangement’ is something I want.” Y/N’s chest heaves, anger boiling in her veins.

“Forgive me.” President Coin concedes, “I didn’t mean to offend you, it was only an offer.”

“I appreciate the thought, but it won’t be necessary. If that’s all-”

“There is one more thing,” Alma is not yet finished, “in regards to Katniss.”

Leave her alone. “Katniss needs more time.”

The president steeples her hands. “I wish we had that to offer, unfortunately the revolution has grown stagnant. We need to fuel this fire, otherwise we might be waiting another seventy-five years.”

“What do you want her to do?”

Now Plutarch takes the floor. “We’d like to shoot a series of propaganda, I like to call them propos. Ideally, we would use you and Katniss in tandem. The districts will follow Katniss, but the Capitol will follow you.”

We would use you. “Can I talk to her first?”

“Please do.” This is a clear dismissal.

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“Sorry I’m late.” Y/N is all but panting when she reaches her husband. Past the rooms harboring Cashmere, Finnick, Katniss and the other patients of thirteen.

He stops bouncing the muted green ball off the wall, catching it in hand. There’s not much to do down here, especially in what feels like solitary confinement. The good doctors are all concerned with his fine motor skills. Haymitch simply tells them, ‘they’re fine.’ Somehow they don’t find this funny.

He gives his wife a tired grin. “Word is, you got stuck in a meeting with Coin…anything new on Peeta?”

“No,” Y/N sighs, “she called me in to tell me about her master plan with Plutarch.”

“Ah,” Haymitch chortles, “do tell.”

“They wanna use Katniss to appeal to the districts and use me to rally support in the Capitol.” She plops, unceremoniously, onto his bed, shoes and all. Removing the baby from her carrier when she begins to fuss.

Thirteen’s jumpsuits are nothing to write home about, but easy enough to open and nurse at a moment’s notice.

“I can think of a few reasons as to why it won’t work.” Haymitch sits at the foot of his mattress.

“Lay it on me.”

“First of all, Katniss can’t act. Not to save her life.”

Y/N lifts a shoulder, “maybe she’ll do better with practice.”

“I think it’ll be harder than they’re expecting. Especially now, without-” Peeta.

“Yeah,” Y/N looks away.

“What else is wrong?” He knocks her knee.

“Coin offered to dissolve our marriage.”

Haymitch shifts, “and what did you say?”

“I told her to fuck herself.” Y/N says, with a hand over Daisy’s ear. “Nicely.”

At this he smiles, “good. I’m glad we’re both in agreement.”

Y/N reaches for his hand. “You look really good today, Haymitch.” Healthy. No longer trembling or in pain, from lack of alcohol.

“You too.” This separation thing is brutal. They’ve never been apart like this since before they were married.

Y/N can’t run down, at any hour after a nightmare, to crawl into his bed. Same way she couldn’t sit by his bedside and comfort him, when he needed it most, because their children needed her.

“Don’t do that,” he chides.

“Do what?”

“Don’t cry. Don’t.” He moves in closer, putting an arm around her, with Daisy nursing between them.

“I just miss you.” I wanna be with you.

Haymitch inhales, deeply. “When I get outta here, I’m gonna be so far up your ass-” This earns him a laugh, so he keeps going. “You’re going to be sick of me.” I wanna be with you too.

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“Katniss.” She is in the same place Y/N left her. Alone in her room, with her mind out to sea.

The girl says nothing, acknowledging Y/N with a glance as she rolls Peeta’s pearl between her fingers.

“I was hoping we could talk.”

Katniss pauses to consider. “I stayed with you.”

“Hmm?”

“I stayed with you and slept in that stupid chair by your bed for three days, before they made me leave.”

“Katniss.”

“They took Haymitch first, when his headaches got too bad. Madge took the baby and it was just us.” Katniss recounts, “I thought you were gonna die.”

Y/N runs a hand over her dark hair, loose from its braid.

“Then you got up and kept on living, like nothing happened. Like Haymitch wasn’t drying out in some facility, like the bombs never went off, like the games never happened and Peeta isn’t gone.” Katniss says, “but I’m not like you, I can’t do that.”

I hope you don’t end up like me, Katniss. “Can I show you something?”

Katniss nods.

“This is a trick somebody taught me a long time ago. I think it might help.” Y/N holds out a hand.

Katniss mirrors her.

“I feel everything right in my chest. All my pain, worry, anger; it always starts right there.” She gently rests her hand over her heart, just above where her child sleeps, content in her sling.

Katniss follows, placing a hand on her own stomach.

“I just hold it there and think.”

“Think about what?”

“What I’m going to do with those feelings. Sometimes all I can do is feel them. Other times I can channel them into something else, something good.”

“Haymitch taught you that, didn’t he?”

‘That’s where it hurts, huh? Right here?’ Haymitch rubs at the ache in her chest.

That was a lifetime ago. “He did.”

Katniss allows her hand to fall away. “I can’t forgive him.” Not yet, maybe not ever.

“I’m not asking you to.”

This stuns Katniss, eyes wide, searching.

“I do want you to remember that he cares about you and he cares about Peeta. Leaving him behind isn’t something he wanted. It was a choice we had to make; the Capitol fleet was within firing distance. We took a hit and we still circled back, but Peeta and Johanna were already gone.”

“I didn’t know.”

“How could you know?” Y/N replies, ruefully. I wasn’t here to tell you.

Katniss blinks at her.

“I had a meeting today, with Plutarch and President Coin.”

“What did they want?”

“They wanna use us, namely you, to fuel the revolution.” Y/N cuts to the chase, “I’m no stranger to being used, but I have found that if you play your cards right, it can be mutually beneficial.”

“Beneficial how?” She wonders.

“Help us get Peeta back and take down Snow.”

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“It’s been a week since our last session. Any changes? Anything specific you’d like to talk about?”

Y/N sinks back into the chair. “My son’s been having nightmares.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Dr. Aurelius jots this down. “About anything in particular?”

“The bombs, district twelve, losing his grandfather.” My dad.

“This was your father, correct.”

“Yes.”

“And what about your husband’s family?”

“They were killed before I met him.”

“Killed?” This is news.

Y/N nods, “Snow had them killed as a punishment for how Haymitch won his games.”

“That must have been hard.”

“That’s not my story to tell.”

“Tell me your story.” The doctor crosses one leg over the other.

“Which one?” Y/N picks at the bed of her thumbnail.

“The real one, if you feel so inclined.”

“I’ve never told anyone.” Not even people I’ve known for years.

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“I don’t even know how to tell it.”

“Try.” He says simply.

“Well, I was born in district twelve, to my mother and father. My dad was the mayor and my mom…” My mom- “they both grew up in town.”

“What does that mean?” There is an implication he doesn’t understand.

“In district twelve,” which doesn’t exist anymore, “only the merchant families live in town.”

“They’re wealthy?” He deduces.

“By comparison.” Nothing like a victor’s salary.

“To what?”

“People from the Seam.” Y/N explains, “where Haymitch grew up.”

“I see.”

“The first few years, I was close with my mom’s sister, her name was Maysilee.”

“Was she lost in the bombing as well?”

“No.”

“How did she pass?”

Don’t you watch the games down here? “In the Quarter Quell, same year Haymitch won.”

“Did he kill her?”

“Come on, doc, the story’s not that twisted.” Y/N shakes her head. “They were allies.”

Part 17

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Alone with the Baby

Gator's alone with the baby for the first time. CW: N/A

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Gator woke up to soft cries from the baby monitor on his side table. He slowly sat up and pushed his hair back before looking at the clock: 4:45 AM, “Well, guess I’m awake.” he chuckled before exiting your shared bedroom and walking across the hall into the nursery you’d decorated with soft pastel colors and squiggly lines he hadn’t understood. “Good mornin’ princess.” Gator yawned as he picked up his daughter. She calmed down as he cradled her close to his chest. “Did you just want a cuddle?” he asked, “You really are your Mamá’s daughter, huh?” her bottom lip poked out as tears silently fell from her eyes. “Let’s get you changed and fed… you’re gonna have the best day.” 

“I gotta go, honey bee. I love you.” “Love you too. Have a good day at work, Gator.” he grinned at your words before hanging up the call and shoving his phone in his pocket. You being out of town sucked. Granted, he liked the extra time with your daughter, Vivi. It was always more fun when you were around. Roy came outside as Gator exited his truck and opened the back door to retrieve Vivi. “There’s my grandbaby,” Roy said coldly in a way only he could do. “Where’s that little wife of yours, Gator? Why is it that mine is taking care of Vivianna?” Roy smiled down at her. Gator was a disappointment, but Roy was happy to be a grandfather before he was senile. “She’s in Austin visiting her sister.” Gator answered before lifting the baby carrier out of his truck to take Vivi inside, “You sure about that kid?” he ignored Roy’s question as he hurried to get his daughter out of the cold.

“Thank you again, Karen.” Gator grinned as he handed Vivi off to her. She shook her head, “I told you, Gator, we’re family. I’m more than happy to watch this little angel.” Gator chuckled at her enthusiasm; since the twins started attending regular school, she’d become bored at home. “When’s she comin’ home?” Karen asked, bouncing Vivi on her hip. “Couple more days,” Gator answered before turning to Vivi. He squished her chubby cheek, making her squeal happily, showing off her toothy smile. “Be good, baby girl.”

Gator’s smile faded as he got into a cruiser with Roy.  He was in a bad mood, and Gator knew it was probably his fault. They drove in silence until Roy finally broke the silence to criticize you again, “So your wife keeps your balls in her handbag, right?” Gator looked up at the car's roof, not wanting to fight. “We couldn’t go to her sister’s wedding-” Roy’s scoff cut Gator off. “You provide for her, and she cares for the home and my grandbaby. How do you even know she’s in Austin?” Roy criticized as he pulled up to the sheriff’s station. Gator ignored the question and left the cruiser immediately to take a hit from his vape. He trusted you completely, but he’d be lying if he said his father’s words didn’t affect him. 

Roy continued his rant about your mothering abilities as the two walked inside the station; thankfully, Bowman cut off Roy before he could degrade you further. Gator slipped away and was able to avoid Roy for the majority of his shift. He couldn’t help but let Roy’s words bug him throughout the day. Gator trusted you. He knew you were in Austin with your sister; you’d sent him updates frequently, and he was happy you were enjoying your time away from him and Vivi. It’s only been a week, but it had been the longest you’d been away from her, and while you could conceal some of the mom guilt, Gator could tell you were upset. 

As Gator sent you a picture of Vivi from that morning, he tapped the call button in the upper corner of the screen, only for it to go immediately to voicemail. His eyebrows knit together. You never turned your phone off; maybe it had died. Gator sighed, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He tried to distract himself with paperwork, but it proved ineffective. 

“Hi, princess.” Gator cooed as he picked Vivi up from the crib Karen had dug out of the garage. He watched as she adjusted herself in his arms as he walked downstairs. The twins looked up at him before returning to setting the table, “Are you leaving?” Karen asked as she put a stack of plates on the table. Gator nodded. “Yeah.  The wife asked me to keep up with her bedtime routine.” Karen looked disappointed but nodded. “Are you dropping her off tomorrow?” Gator shook his head. “I’m off until Thursday, and then we’re pickin' her up on Friday morning.” Karen frowned but walked over to say bye to Vivi. While Gator just saw Karen as Roy’s wife, he did respect her love for his daughter and half-sisters. “Well, this little angel can visit me whenever she wants.” 

Gator sat on the couch that night, vape in one hand and his phone in the other. Football was on the TV, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was waiting for you to call him back. As the hours passed, with every tick of the clock- Roy’s words got louder. He was snapped out of his trance when he heard cries over the baby monitor. He rose and walked upstairs quickly, “What’s the matter, princess? Drop your paci?” he asked as he stepped into the nursery. Vivi’s cries filled the room; Gator scooped her up and rocked her, “Oh, you just need a diaper change… We’ll get ya cleaned up, baby girl.” he cooed as he looked into her big brown eyes filled with tears. 

“All better. I knew I could manage to take care of you, Vivi.” Gator laughed as he balanced her on his waist, “I know it’s not part of Mommy’s bedtime routine, but you’re gettin' extra cuddles, baby girl.” Vivi had her head on Gator’s shoulder, furiously sucking on her paci as he walked back to the living room. He sat on the couch and began explaining the football game to her. Vivi stared up at him, bored, which made him laugh. “Mommy makes the same face when I explain plays to her. Just wish she’d call me already…” 

The following day, Gator woke up on the couch. His back was already sore. He groaned as he opened his eyes. Vivi was still asleep on his chest, making him grin. He carefully sat up, trying not to disrupt her sleep, as he reached for his phone from the coffee table and saw five missed calls from you and a voicemail. “Oh shit…” he pressed the callback button. When you answered, he could tell you’d been crying, “Gator! I’msosorrymyphonediedwhilewewereoutyesterday-” Gator chuckled. “Baby, I can’t understand you when you’re like this.” he heard you take a deep breath. “Okay… I’m sorry I forgot to call you last night when I got back to Erica’s house.” Gator nodded. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You havin' fun?” “Yeah… I love Erica, but oh god’m ready to come home and be with you and Vivi again.” “You’ll see us on Friday, angel.” “I know… I just feel guilty.” Gator frowned and took a second before responding, “Hey. Don’t feel guilty, baby. I can handle our daughter.” “I know you can, but I just miss her.” 

That day and the next were a blur. Gator opted to spend his days off fixing up the house and cleaning up after himself. He didn’t want you to come home to a dirty house and think you could never leave him alone with the baby again. “Okay, Vivi. That’s how you fix a drippy sink. Mamá will be happy I finally did this, which means Daddy will also be happy-I’ll let Mamá explain that one…” he washed his hands before picking Vivi up from her ‘baby jail’ and walked out of the kitchen. Gator sat on the porch swing, holding Vivi’s waist as she stood on his lap, pointing at the sky as clouds rolled by. Her giggles were music to his ears, “What does that one look like, baby girl?”. Moments like this felt like magic to Gator, watching Vivi smile and listen to her giggles and snorts as she discovered the world- it was a feeling he couldn’t describe.

“Gator!” he couldn’t help but smile when you called out his name and ran up to Vivi and him. You smiled and quickly kissed him before snatching Vivi from his arms. Vivi squealed as you held her to your chest, “I missed you, princess.” you mumbled into her head as you felt a hand on your lower back, “Let’s get you home, Mamá.”

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Ehm...Mr. Lomax?👉🏼😗 👈🏼

Lilith is chomping at the bit for her boyfriend and like 2 other anon’s asked for this, so here he is…. I have a feeling y'all know what I’m gonna say 🤭🤭🤭

Kevin has a foot fetish. I could go into detail but… oh, okay I will. He sucks toes. Licks feet. He likes to be stepped on every now and again. The thought of an open toed sandal makes him feral. For the love of god, do not expose your pretty feet to this man. He will chomp them.

Repressed kinks. A lot of them. He’s the son of the devil who grew up Baptist, okay? He’s into some freaky shit. And closeted as hell about it. Because he’s a gentleman. Doesn’t wanna push you too far and scare you away. You’re gonna have to ask him to tie you up and drip hot candle wax on you (clears throat, @lilithlinen) and watch him vibrate with excitement and internally scream for joy as he says, “yeah, okay, sure, we can try that, honey.”

Would have some freaky demon powers after he leans into the whole son of the devil thing. Could make you insanely, ravenously horny without even lifting a finger. There are probably other things, but that’s the important one.

He loves kids. He’s really good with them. He wants a few of his own but he’s scared because of who their grandfather would be and that he wouldn’t be a good enough dad. The sight of you walking around with a baby bump would make him explode from happiness.

effortlessly reads people. Can always tell how you’re feeling before you even say anything. This would be especially embarrassing for you if you were his new secretary, trying to pretend you didn’t find him delicious while he’s leaning on doors and rolling up the white sleeves of his button downs.

[i-heart-yellowstone]

32 - The Next Generation

Part 33

Raised Fair Share of Hell

Please leave comments of your thoughts or any suggestions ❤️

Dutton Ranch 

Alissa’s pov 

“Hey, hey, hey!” I hollered with my horse pushing a small herd of cattle into the wooden fence area so that the vet could check them out and make sure they don’t have any infections.  Carter ran over shutting the gate, closing them inside the pen with me tugging the reins of my horse so he stopped allowing me to dismount and tie the rope around the wooden fence post.  

Footsteps came up to me where I felt tiny arms leap up into my arms.  “Momma!” Madeline’s hair was loosely flowing everywhere in the wind. 

“Hi baby, what have you been up to this morning?” I lowered her down on her feet and on the dirt ground, bending down on a knee to be eye level with her. 

She looked up into my eyes with a cheerful smile, holding up three fingers.  “Grandpa John let me eat three donuts and he said he’d take me out ridin’.” 

“Did you ask daddy first?” I asked her since Kayce and I had agreed that our kids weren’t allowed to ride on a horse alone until they turned 13 years old. 

She shook her head no.  “He’s busy with Tate.  So - can I mommy?” 

“You have to promise me that you will do whatever Grandpa John tells you.  We don’t need you getting hurt.  Can you do that?” I held up my pinky and she lopped her pinky with me. 

“Cross my heart and hope Horses are in Heaven.” 

I grinned ruffling her hair.  “That’s my girl.” 

Someone came riding up to us on horseback where we saw her grandfather John.  He pulled his horse to a stop offering his hands for me to lift up my daughter onto the saddle. “I won’t keep her out too long, Alissa.” He sat her in front of him on the horse, gently kicking his horse in the belly galloping off into the open fence. 

“Please avoid the rivers, John!” I hollered with my hands around my mouth recalling when Tate had accidentally fallen in when John took him out for a ride.  Crossing my arms over my chest I sighed watching the pair ride off together. 

I certainly missed my eldest daughter Faith but Madeline helped the hurt not be so horrible.  Tate sure had an attitude about him now but so did my husband when he started puberty. 

“Hey, what’s up?” My phone started ringing with my sister in law’s picture appearing on my Home Screen.  Sliding the answer call button I put her on speaker. 

“You’re gonna want to see who’s speaking on the tv.  Come inside the house.  I’m in the living room.” 

Locking my phone I gently took my horse by the reins, taking him back to the barn.  Walking up the porch steps and into the house I found her seated on the living room couch with a whiskey glass in one hand and the tv remote in the other.  “So what did you want me to see so badly?” 

“Just watch the screen.” She unpaused the tv where I recognized John’s former secretary Clara walk out in front of the podium in the State Capital building. 

“Good afternoon Montana citizens, I must say when John Dutton retired and endorsed me to become the next Governor I was utterly shocked.  Four years later I am sad to be done with my term.  Thankfully though I am grateful to introduce the next soon to be Governor of our great state of Montana, Alana Lambert!” Clara announced, extending her hand outward to bring my sister out onto the huge stage where she waved to the large crowd. 

“I’m happy she agreed to our plan.  My mother can remain the family lawyer until Alana is done with her term four years from now.” 

Beth turned the tv volume down when the pair exited the stage not talking any questions from the press.  “If we keep the family in the Governor's seat we will never lose this place.” 

“Next thing I’m going to be hearing from you is that Kayce and I need to pop out some more kids.  Cause Faith wants to be a veterinarian, Tate’s a rancher and Madeline is too young to know what she wants to do with her life.” 

Beth chuckles while taking a sip from her glass.  “I’m sure you and my brother would have no problem making another baby.” 

“Bethany!” 

She sends me a look with a smirk.  “You’ve got nothing to worry about.  Maybe Faith’s boyfriend will want to be the Governor.” 

“Boyfriend.  My daughter doesn’t have a boyfriend.” 

Beth responded seconds before Faith’s name appeared on her phone screen.  “Yes, she does.  Look if you don’t believe me, talk to your daughter.” 

“Aunt Beth, you were so right about the dress.” 

Taking the phone from her hands I glared at my daughter over the video call.  “Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend before you told her!” 

“Momma!” Faith shrieked where I could see someone sitting beside her on what appeared to be a rooftop.  “Um - I was going to tell you.  It’s just if daddy found out he might come hurt him.” 

I asked her simply.  “Can I see this boyfriend please?” 

“Hi - hi Mrs. Dutton.  I’m Cooper, Cooper Norris.” A boy with shaggy dark brown hair nervously waved when she aimed the phone at him.  “My dad is Thomas Norris.” 

Whispering to my sister in law I mouthed the words.  “Google his father.” 

“Thomas Norris is a crisis manager executive for the large oil companies out in Texas.” Beth read the man’s description aloud from her computer screen. 

I complimented the boy hearing footsteps entering the kitchen.  “That’s impressive.  Sounds like you’ve got a good one - Oh that’s your father.  I love you bye.” 

“Bye guys.  Love you.” My daughter waved and ended the call a minute before Kayce came into the room. 

“Who was that on the phone?” Kayce leaned his elbows on the back of the couch. 

Beth had already shut her computer so he couldn’t see who we had googled, knowing it would be better for him to find out the secret later.  “It was Faith just telling us goodnight.  She said to give Mads a big hug for her and tell her she misses her.” 

“Awe okay.  I’ll call her tomorrow.  I wanted to tonight but work was a pain in my ass so I’m beat.” Kayce removed his hat walking towards the staircase once hanging his hat up on a wall hook.  “Wake me up before dinner, yeah.” 

Getting up from the couch I followed him up the stairs and into our bedroom watching him remove his shirt and his muddy boots before laying down underneath the covers.  “Do you want to talk about what happened at work?” 

“Not really.  I’m just really tired.” He responded, staring up at the wooden ceiling with his arms crossed behind his head. 

Removing my boots and my jeans I slid into the bed and underneath the sheets.  Draping one arm over the center of his stomach with my head laying in the crook of his neck.  “Do you care to hear about my day instead?” 

“Shoot.” He replied. 

Tracing patterns on his bare chest I softly spoke.  “Carter, Rip, Liyod and I tended to the new cattle that was brought in yesterday.  Tate has been studying the different techniques for the branding and calving season coming up in a few weeks.  Oh, Madeline and John went out for a ride and should be back before dinner.” 

“That sounds like a better day than mine.  I had to sell off a family's cattle because the current owner died last night and we didn’t want the bank to take all the money the family had left.” Kayce explained twirling some of my hair in between his fingers while he started thinking back on his day. 

Closing my eyes I muttered under my breath knowing he’d still hear me.  “I miss our Faithy Rae.” 

“Yeah, I do too.” Kayce sucked in a breath thinking back on how he was raised.  “But we agreed this is how we protect this place.  By letting our children choose their own paths.” 

Intertwining my hand with his free one I squeezed it gently knowing what he meant by that sentence.  “We’re doing the best we can raising our kids, Kayce.  That’s all we can do.” Regardless of how much we missed our daughter who was another state away we knew that not deciding who she would be in life like John had would be the best thing for them. 

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[dracoxmalereader]

Christmas Tree

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Part 2 to Wrapping Paper <3 It is now implied that my Huff!Reader dude's dad is the Slytherin, so sorry if you read the headcanons and make a different relative the Slyth. TT

Summary: Christmas Eve is going normal, until it isn't. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing.

Word Count: 796

The tree jingles. Ornaments glitter in twinkling light, and the garland rustles with a last firm jostle shoving the whole of it into a corner. 

“Everyone in front of the tree, let me get pictures before I put the presents under it!” Your mom nudges the lot of you and your family into position.

Sugar cookie wafts in the air, warm with traces of fruitcake and a cooking turkey in the oven. Candles and string lights cast a cozy glow over your home. 

Your mom fiddles with the settings of her camera. Just as her finger is lowering over the shutter button, five heavy knocks fall at your front door. Your mom sighs and lowers her head in exasperated defeat.

“I’ll get it.” You tell her. You slip away from your other relatives, through the house to the door. 

You unlock and swing it open. Closing your eyes for just a second when the chilly breeze bites at your face, you adjust to the cold. You blink open. Behind a mountain of vibrant green, platinum blonde hair contrasts against the night sky outside. 

“Are you going to let me in sometime this century?” Draco’s voice is strained. His arms shiver in the winter air. The pile of presents in them slides.

“Why are you here?” You step to the side, allowing room for Draco to squeeze past you. 

“What, I can’t come visit my favorite Hufflepuff?” He wobbles as he enters. His face is tinged pink from the cold. “I even brought gifts, thought you’d be a little happier to see me.”

A smile tugs at your lips. “I’m your favorite?” You push the door shut behind him when he’s fully inside.

“The bar is in Azkaban, don’t let it get to your head.” He rolls his eyes. You tell yourself the way he flushes a deeper red is just the warmth of your house setting in. “Where are your house elves? I need to put these down.”

He steps to widen his stance. Your hands twitch into the air. You start pulling the presents from Draco’s grasp before they can slip again. The familiar wrapping paper from Stitches and Draughts smiles up at you, the glossy finish shimmering.

“We don’t have house elves, dear.” Your mom pipes up. She walks over, setting a hand on your shoulder. “Who’s this?”

“Ah,” You start. “Just a friend from school.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “You didn’t tell me we’d be having guests.”

“I didn’t know-”

“My apologies, Mrs. L/N. For showing up unannounced.” He cuts you off to explain. 

He holds his hand out for your mom to shake, and introduces himself. You carry the presents further into your house to set them down by the tree. 

“I knew you got on well with Slytherins, Y/N,” She speaks again. “But I hadn’t expected a Malfoy to turn up for Christmas.” You linger, and when you look back, her hand is still in his. Her brows are raised in surprise.

Draco preens like he’d caught the golden snitch. He fluffs up the lapel of his wool coat and smirks.

She tells him to take off shoes, waddling away back into the kitchen as he’s toeing them off. Snow falls from the soles onto your wooden floors. 

“So this is your place, hm? Terribly small,” Draco remarks. His socked feet pad against the ground towards you until he’s standing close, closer than the size of your house can probably justify. “I reckon there’s more than enough room for the lot of you in the manor.”

You feel your face heat up. The sound of your family bickering amongst themselves roars like a fire through thin walls. Your grandfather sways into the room with you. 

“That the seeker boy you've been fussing about?” He asks. “Your father’s losing his marbles over ‘im.”

In your peripherals, you see one of Draco’s eyebrows quirk up. “Ah, it’s a wizard family thing. Big deal in Slytherin.” You hurry out. 

“Figured.” Your grandfather mutters back. He looks Draco up and down, then back at you, protectively. “Not like those pricks your father had to put up with, is he?”

You shake your head, and try not to let the embarrassment eat you alive. Your grandfather hums and continues down the hallway until he’s disappearing up a flight of stairs.

Silverware clinking echoes from the kitchen, stronger scent wading into the comfortable air. Turning, you see Draco’s expression morph into a cocky one. 

“Fussing about?”

“Shut up.” You groan.

His smug look gives way for a genuine, toothy smile. Jagged canines gleam in the tree’s string lights. Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but hope whatever excuse he gave his parents to be here lasts long enough for dinner.

I tried to make the family as reader-accessible as possible without clogging it up with "X/N"s left and right. I had to google what british Christmas is like for this because all I had to go off of was my family and I don't think this would be very entertaining if the whole story was just reader and Draco listening to them argue in spanish. 😭

I will admit though, the idea of having to explain to Draco what de pinga means is hilarious. He just wanted to spend quality time together and now the reader has to tell him what a jinetera is and why his tia just called his dad one.

If there’s any typos, it’s because I wrote this while singing the national anthem to my sister. They’re playing gorilla tag and whenever they put their arm up they look like the statue of liberty. Like okay get into it George Washington. Singing while simultaneously writing is what I imagine k-pop idols feel like when they're singing and dancing. So basically I'm Bang Chan but for Draco fic.

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[kkeidawrites]

The Return

Carefully stepping into the tube like elevator, Y/n watches the grandfather clock come back down and encase her in, then she felt her body jerk downwards as the floor below her opened and she dropped into the slide below her. A scream leaves her lips as she slides down and closes her eyes at the quick air that assaulted her face.

In just a few seconds, she found herself on solid ground and finally opens her eyes to see the infamous Batcave that Jason excitedly explained to her.

“Woah.” She says as she walks down the metal bridge to take the personal tour of the hideout, taking in the many treasures, trophies, and vehicles that littered the cave.

She finds herself in front of the giant supercomputer and sits down in the chair. But before she had the chance to touch anything on the keyboard, the sound of crashing dinnerware makes her jump and look to her right. Alfred is standing there with a look of surprise and is quickly rushing to her side.

“Miss Y/n! How on earth did you know about this place? You shouldn’t be here!” He scolds her.

“I…I heard about this place and I found it by chance. What’s going on Alfred,” she stands up to the older gentleman who is rendered to pursing his lips.

“I came here to find out what happened to Jason and no one is telling me anything not you, not Dick, and especially not Bruce. I don’t care that he is Robin and Bruce is the Batman-“

“How did-“

“What is going on Alfred? I have been coming up here almost everyday to get an answer from someone here and every time I come no one doesn’t know anything. Why the secrecy, my parents are beginning to get the police involved.”

Alfred visibly swallowed at the mention of law enforcement and sighed.

“I just want to know if Jason is okay, my best friend has been gone for six months and no one can tell me why.” Y/n puts her hands together, practically begging the butler at this point.

“I’m begging you Alfred please tell me-“

Tires screeching in the distance is heard as the Batmobile comes to a halt in the parking area. The top of the car slides open and Y/n marches over to the car, knocking on the window hard.

“Bruce I know it’s you in there, you better tell me what the hell is going on with Jason or I’ll tell my parents to get Gotham PD involved-“

Donning his Batman costume, the hero climbs out of his car and wearily walks to the supercomputer. Y/n is hot on his trail, still asking him questions about Jason.

“Bruce, tell me!”

“Alfred, I found a tape…it’s from Joker.” Bruce says as he sits down at the supercomputer pulling off his cowl.

Alfred and Y/n eyes widened, the Joker, the maniacal clown freak who is running around Gotham causing hell. Did he have Jason?

“Does he have Jason? Where is he?” Y/n asks.

Bruce turns to the supercomputer and pulls out the tape from his utility belt, it was covered in Joker’s paraphernalia and a giant red J was written on the back.

Bruce pushes the vhs tape into the supercomputer and presses a button to show the proper input of the tape.

The screen automatically shifts onto the sadistic smile of the Joker himself, waving at the camera. As it began, the torture of Jason Todd had played out for the three, all speechless of what was playing for them.

“Miss. Y/n I believe it’s best that you don’t watch this-“ Alfred tried to speak up, his own voice wavering as the tape played.

Y/n watches helplessly as she watched her best friend be physically, mentally, and emotionally tortured, his screams were haunting and every time he would constantly lose consciousness no doubt from the unimaginable pain he was suffering, Y/n was scared each time that he wouldn’t wake up.

Y/n felt tears run down her cheeks as she continued watching, she couldn’t help but feel so helpless and didn’t realize that she had fallen to her knees in despair.

“Bruce…? Bruce is that you? Help me!” His cries for his foster father were desperate and helpless and Y/n looked at the billionaire. Bruce himself was in tears, his hands balled into fists as he shakes, was it anger, horror, or fear? She couldn’t tell.

“Bruce!”

This was all his fault.

“Bruce please!”

He did this. He brought him into this crime world.

“He’s going to kill me Bruce, please!”

The Batman failed him.

“Bruce!”

Bruce Wayne failed him.

“Bruce, please help me! BRUCE!” Jason’s recorded voice continued yelling out for Bruce.

A shot was fired into his chest by the Joker and the maniacal laugh that everyone in Gotham was haunted by was heard and then the tape was cut, a blue screen now showing on the supercomputer.

Y/n didn’t know what had happened next because all she heard was a snap inside of her ear and found herself on top of Bruce, knocking him out of his chair and throwing haymakers on his face.

“Miss Y/n!” Alfred yelled out coming over quickly to help his master.

“You bastard! I’LL KILL YOU!” Y/n tears at his costume, punching and elbowing him everywhere on his body. Getting one more hit in, Alfred is finally able to pry off Y/n from the older man.

“You son of a bitch, it’s all your fault! I hate you! I hate you!” Y/n wails as she falls back into the arms of Alfred.

“You brought him into this world of crime! You DID THIS!!” She kicked furiously in her hold.

“He called out for you and you didn’t come, you didn’t find him! I swear once I get out of this hold, I’m back on your ass! I’ll fucking kill you! Just you wait, you bastard!” Y/n tries to move her arms out of Alfred’s unbelievable strength holding her back.

Bruce slowly gets back up and runs away the blood that had dribbled down the side of his lip.

“Alfred,” Bruce’s hoarse voice brings the butler’s attention back to him.

He could feel his right eye begin to swell up and an ache in the right side ribs.

“Please take Y/n home, I’m going to stay here and…I don’t know.” He said.

Y/n was still ranting about as Alfred struggled to carry her out of the Batcave.

Batman pulls himself back into his chair and places his hands over his face, crying into his gloved hands and wailing in despair.

For once in his career, Batman no, Bruce Wayne…was out of options.

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[catherinerandom-blog]

Started a little thing. JRWI mass crossover where everyone lives in a futuristic superhero society where WATCH was never established, and everyone has their own goals :)

It's gonna be super random who we follow each chapter and it's gonna be super casual. I'm trying to start a project where I can be really casual about what/how I write and just have fun.

First chapter below the cut, if you wanna check it out

Sonic Speed hates to do this, but Lightspeed was relying on her and she needed to prove herself as a real hero. Lightspeed had a real dream for heroes, and a plan too. She was just- So cool. Sonic had been following the lead Lightspeed gave her diligently for the last three weeks, but it had just gone cold and she was running out of time. If she couldn’t capture The Prince soon there’d be another attack and the heroes would be just as stuck as last time. 

So here she was at 3:00 am, making her way towards the only building still sporting a flickering green neon open sign on this street. Up ahead she could see the dull LEDs through the sliding glass front doors of the Rusty’s. Further pulling her hood up over her dark blue hair, a signature of her hero identity, Sonic stepped from the muggy night into the artificial chill of the corner store. Instead of making her way towards the four aisles of junk food, she walked right up to the front counter. 

The cashier, a girl with purple dyed hair and brown roots growing in, looked up at Sonic, unimpressed. Her name tag said “Violet.” “Welcome to Rustys, what can I help you with?” The voice was dead pan, and she looked back towards her phone right after speaking.  

“I-” Sonic cleared her throat, “I would like to purchase a Rustys credit card.”

At this the Violet’s demeanor completely shifted. She turned her phone off and stood up from her slouched position over the counter. She reached under the counter and pressed a couple of buttons. “Sure, what color do you want?”  

Sonic swallowed before taking a deep breath, and answering  “Blue, I’d like a blue one.”

She nodded and gestured for Sonic to follow her into a back room. Violet hit a button on the wall that shaded the window on the door and turned on the light. Sonic had to keep her eyes from straying to the desk where an ancient computer sat. She hadn’t seen a non-holo monitor since she sold her great grandfather’s antique a couple years back. 

“Alright, tell me who you are, what you need to know, why, and what you’re gonna do once you know. This doesn’t determine whether we help or not, we just like to keep track of our customers.” The girl sat in another chair in front of the old computer and booted it up before spinning casually in her chair a few times. 

“I’m Sonic, a hero, I need to know where The Prince is hiding, so I-well so Lightspeed can capture him, and we can use him to negotiate current gang war to a standstill.” She’s almost proud of herself for getting it out without much stuttering. 

“Hmm,” She types a few things into the computer, and her brow furrows. “Seems our current data on The Underground is a bit out of date. Too many jobs about top side.”

Sonic nervously bites her lip, if this doesn’t work she really doesn’t know what she’s going to do. Even being here makes her skin crawl. The things she’d had to do to get her hands on the verbal code to access the Wisperer’s organization still haunt her dreams. She’d promised never to use it, but… Lightspeed had asked her to find The Prince. Lightspeed. She had to succeed. 

“Your lucky he’s been looking for a new case. I’m going to deliver your case, he’ll take it, and he’ll contact you when he has the info you’re looking for.”

“How will he-”

“He’ll know, he’s the Wisperer.”

There are a couple of dead moments where Violet stares at Sonic. Eventually Sonic realizes she is being dismissed, and tries to push down her frustration and anxiety as she leaves. When she opens the door to leave, Violet’s voice rings out once more. 

“Don’t forget store policy!”

Sonic’s hand doesn’t break the door hand she’s holding, but she does leave a hand-shaped dent. 

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [32]

chapter thirty-two, act four: somebody else

masterlist

little Author's note /TW before this act begins. There's going to be alot of talk of drug use and addiction within the chapters coming, if you're not comfortable with these kinds of things please don't read.

October 18th 2016

Adam smiles to himself, watching the huge grin on Tommie’s face as she and her grandfather walk ahead discussing the newest Star Wars movie that’s coming out.

Their nan is beside him, they walk in silence back to the tour bus. Adam looks between his grandparents a few times trying to think of the best way to say what’s come to his mind.

Maggie sighs and looks at him in the corner of her eye, “What Adam?”

“Hmm?”

She raises one of her dark eyebrows, “Tell me what you’re trying to tell me.”

“Why are you guys actually going home?” He asks.

Adam’s not stupid, despite having a lot of the same characteristics one thing he inherited from their maternal grandparents was his observation skills. Whereas Tommie inherited her paternal grandparents' naivety. 

Maggie sighs watching as Tommie skips ahead with Button, Thomas watching on with that proud fatherly look he saves for only her.

“It’s come back.”

Adam pauses, he stares at her, for too long and she nods slowly, “Doctors gave him a year.”

“It’s back?”

She nods, “He wanted to come see you one last time.”

Adams shakes his head, “We- we can stop the tour, I mean, we have money now, nan, we can pay for the best treatments, get him private-”

Maggie shakes her head, “You know he won;t let you do that-”

“What about Tommie?” He asks, “This will break her.”

Maggie keeps quiet, looking forward and Adam shakes his head, “Nan…”

“We’re not telling her-”

“You have to.”

“I want to.” She says honestly, “I want to give her the chance to say goodbye, the chance to be with him, she didn’t have that with her mother. I don’t want to keep another thing away from her.”

“But he won’t?”

She nods slowly, “He refuses to.”

“He was never able to hurt Tommie.”

“Hurt her? This will kill her.”

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Phoebe’s dyed eyebrow is raised higher than usual as Tommie sighs blissfully and wraps her in a hug.

“Uh, you okay?”

“This has been the best day ever.” She grins, bending down to twirl Max around and kiss his little head, “Went for ice cream with nan, Granch and Ads, had a Star Wars marathon, drank a shit ton of dr pepper, ate pizza and even watched all the prequels.”

Phoebe smiles, “We still going to that party?”

She nods quickly, “Oh, fuck, I forgot.”

Phoebe shakes her head in an adoring way as she laughs, “Of course you did.”

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Raid my closet, I’m planning on wearing the black dress laid out on the bed so don’t have that.”

“Thanks,” She kisses her cheeks as she passes through her kitchen, “Life saver, love you.”

Phoebe hums, shoving some crackers into her mouth as she shares with the two dogs.

“Is Caleb picking you up from here?”

“Um, think I’m meeting him there, can I catch a lift with you?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Tommie settles on a long white and green summer dress that’s been folded and pushed to the back of the American’s wardrobe.

When she steps out, hair let down from the half up hair do it had been in and her docs on Phoebe makes several comments on how good she looks and how lucky Caleb is to have her that causes a blush to rise up her cheeks.

“I forgot I had that dress, you can keep it?”

“Really? I love it.”

Phoebe hums, “Thrifted it when I was in high school, I wore it to a wedding.”

“White to a wedding?”

“It was an aunt who was mean to my mom once.”

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Caleb smiles leaning in for a quick kiss, “Hey, babe, took your time.”

“You having fun?”

He nods, “Get yourself a drink, I’m going to go talk with some friends, catch up with you in a bit.”

Many drinks later, when Phoebe had decided to call it a night and half the party goers had left Caleb was still in some corner with some guys and Tommies sat nursing a double vodka-red bull on a sofa alone.

The sofa dips beside her, a pair of feels landing on the coffee table where her doc martens rest.

“You look as bored as I feel.”

Tommie’s eyes drag up a pair of tanned legs, up a pretty silver dress and land on a mop of dark curly hair.

Her eyes shine brightly as she smiles, assessing Tommie in the same way, “I’m Roxanne.”

Tommie’s mouth opens a few times until she clears her throat and shifts so she’s sitting upright, “Tommie.”

“Nice to meet you, Tommie.”

“Yeah, you too.”

She smiles, pretty teeth revealed once more and Tommie swallows thickly as she watches her lift a fruity drink to her lips.

“Nice night, huh?”

“Beautiful.”

“You look like the moon.” Tommie winces, shaking her head but Roxanna laughs and she internally groans, or moans, she can’t exactly describe the feeling in herself right now. But she does it because even the woman’s laugh is beautiful.

“Thank you. You look like a star.”

Tommie grins at that, she hates the sun, it burns, it’s too warm and she hates when it gets in her eyes.

Stars are beautiful, not always seen but always there.

“Do you want another drink?”

“I’m okay, thank you, but I can get you one… if you want?”

“I’m good, still got this one.”

“What do you do?” Tommie finds herself asking.

Her heels click as she drops them back to the floor, she shifts and pushes herself back into the sofa, “I own a clothing line.”

“That’s cool.”

She nods, “Yeah, it was my mother and I’s dream to design clothes when I was a kid.”

“You get into it together?”

She hums, “I draw she sews. We make a good team. What about you?”

“I play guitar,” She says, “I’m in a band… I write sometimes too.”

“With your mom?”

“Uh, no, no… my childhood mates.”

They talk for a bit longer… until early hours of the morning, tucked away in the lounge away from the party.

She learns she’s from San Diego, and moved to LA when she was twenty-one a couple years ago. The business took off and they went from a t-shirt company, to a clothing brand partnering with all different celebrities here in LA.

Roxanne’s silver ringed fingers brush hair from Tommie’s face to see her better, she’s just made a comment on how the guys in the music industry in LA rival the childishness of frat boys and Tommie’s drunken mind had found it incredibly funny. Head tilted back on the sofa as she gasps for breath.

Roxanne smiles again and lets her hand rest against her collar bone for a few seconds.

Tommie goes quiet when the fluttering in her stomach is revealed not to be the alcohol like she’d assumed but a swarm of butterflies.

She wets her lips and her eyes soften as Roxanne goes on to tell a story about a guy she hooked up with who was a bassist and gave horrible head. Tommie’s about to butt in with a story of her own when they’re interrupted.

“Hey, Babe.”

Roxanne smiles as she stands, long slender arms wrapping around an equally as beautiful man, “Hey, honey.”

Tommie’s smile slowly fades as she watches them get off for two minutes too long.

Roxanne pulls back and looks down at her, “This is Tommie.”

“Hi.”

“Hey, nice to meet you.”

He turns back to Roxanne and she sends an apologetic look over his shoulder to the younger girl, “Ready to leave? I’m exhausted.”

She nods, leaning beside Tommie to grab her purse, her hand brushes against the skin of Tommie’s thigh exposed by the slit in the dress.

Tommie’s face flushes at how quick warmth spreads between her legs and she gulps as she clenches her thighs together.

“Hopefully I’ll see you around again?”

She nods, “Hopefully.”

Caleb passes by them, exchanging friendly words with Roxanne’s boyfriend who he seems to know, he leans down to kiss her lips, “Making new friends?”

“Yeah… yeah, new friends.”

“Ready to go?”

His hands land on her waist and she finally drags her eyes away from the silver dress to his, he leans forward to kiss her deeply and she finds herself pulling away, “I’m too drunk to do anything tonight.”

He nods, “You don’t need an excuse, babe, if you’re not up for it just tell me.”

She nods, “I want to, I’m just drunk and don’t want to spew on your dick.”

He laughs with a nod, “Okay.”

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Because this chapter is so short here's a sneak peak of the next one

“One minute.”

“Tom…”

“One minutes to explain or I start hurting people-”

Adam sighs, “Tommie, just wait until Matty’s better-”

“What the fuck is going on!”

“He OD’d.”

Adam and Ross’ heads snap towards George who shrinks back into his seat slowly.

They’d kept it a secret. The three of them. For four fucking years. 

Then George had to open his big gob at the wrong moment.

“George!”

“What?”

“It’s about time she knows!” George defends himself. “I’m tired of keeping this secret if he’s going to be doing this to himself again.”

“Again?”

She pauses, looking around the three of them, “What do you mean aga- again? What do you mean George?”

He stays silent, eyes looking down, “George? G, what do you mean again? Again? Again what? Another OD? This happened before? Again? A-Again? Ads? Again? Ross..? What does again mean?”

She steps back, brows furrowed, breathing uneven as she looks between them all.

Adam stands slowly from the settee, hands outstretched, “Tommie…”

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Send 🎁 and I will tell you what my muse gave yours! @sonoftartessos - accepting. Changing it to Mike and Addison, since we already have one for Mike and Allen.

"You have no idea how many favors I had to pull for this one," Addison admitted to Mike as he lead him to the couch. The man, wearing the most hideous Christmas' sweater, was more than happy to have Mike at his home. Addison loved Christmas and one can see in the joy he had and the way he had decorated everything. This year, however, he wanted to spend it with a couple of friends who were all mingling downstairs in his large house. One of them being Mike. He got in and then when the man was in place, Addison gently massaged his shoulders. "Okay, Mikey, I got you something, but you need to promise me that you will keep it between us. No talking about this to anyone," Addison had ways to make a bond last and to make it hurt. But he trusted Mike.

He left the man to continue and soon got to the TV and the DVD player in front of them. Sliding a button, the tray came out and Addison loaded it with an unmarked CD. He went to the remote and pressed a button. "I know that this might be too much, which is why I wanted to have the time with you to go through this. Alone." The lawyer soon pressed the play button on the remote and the TV started.

---

The image appeared and soon it was colored and shaped. Joseph, Mike's grandfather, sitting on a bench as his attention was focused on something else. In front, a group of toddlers all playing in the snow of a sunny day in the west of the US. The camera moved with the swaying of a walk, and it was evident that this was a handheld camera, set from the point-of-view of whoever was holding it.

"So who is the one?" The voice of Addison was heard outside of the view.

"The little rascal in red. There," Joseph pointed. The camera turned to the ground where the kids were playing and while it could not make a zoom in, the attention was definitely focused on the young blonde boy that was attempting to create a snow man. A five-year-old Mike Warren. "He's grown." Addison's voice was again, heard outside of the view.

"That's what people do, Addison. Normal people, at least." The camera turned to Joseph, now young enough to still be able to move, but old enough to show the first grey hairs on his temple and moustache. It was now evident, these were Addison's memories.

"Ouch. That hurt." Addison admitted. "But you know that I could do the same for you. You have made tons for me and our society that I can see how I can get an indult to get you to remain young and live a few extra—"

"—but that would mean everyone gets to forget me." Joseph interrupted Addison, cutting him off.

"A small price to pay."

"Nah," Joseph continued. "I didn't do it for the benefit of what your abilities could bring me. I helped you because there were innocent people that needed help." His gaze was not set on Addison, but on the young boy attempting to create a snowman larger than himself.

"You helped me took a Nephandi down. One that was using cameras to capture their victim's souls. That was no easy feat." Addison added, his gloved hand reaching to Joseph's knee. "Without your help we could have never have caught Lord R—"

"Addison. Public." Joseph said, turning to look at the hand on his knee.

"Oh. Sorry." The lawyer recoiled.

"We agreed that it was going to stop 10 years ago. And I'm not going to pick it up now." Joseph added, stern and stoic, without leaving his gaze from Mike. "So please keep your hands to yourself." A huff. This one charged with an anger that was quickly dispelled. "It was one time and it will remain like it."

"It was more than one time, but it's okay. I will not push it." Addison adjusted his throat, looking down to his own polished shoes. The same that he was wearing today. They don't make shoes like they used to do back in the 50's, shoes that could last an entire life.

"Can you at least consider the other option? I'm not here to pick you as my... companion. I'm here to reward you for your help." Addison admitted to the other, turning to Joseph, connecting their gazes for a second. Addison had imagined a perfect life along with this man, one where they would both get to be happy at the end of the story.

"Addison... my answer is final." One beat and then the man continued. "No."

"Why?"

Grandpa! the voice outside the camera called. Addison turned his head to meet the boy in the read sweater, requesting help from his grandpa to reach the snowman's head. It seemed like it required two eyes and a smile.

"There you have it. That's my why." Joseph then pulled up and began walking towards the kid, leaving Addison sitting. The lawyer immediately got up and quickly reached to Joseph's shoulder.

"You know what this means, right?" He paused, letting each word land on it's own weight. "It means that the next time we meet will be the last and that you will forget all about me. Any records. Any memories. Any logs. Any photographs about you and me... I will have to delete them. Including your memories."

Joseph stopped for a minute, only Addison's warm exhalation could be seen between them.

"It's a shame—," Joseph added, his gaze still focused on the youngling and his attempts at sculpture. "—To love two men and having to chose the one that will never know of your sacrifice."

Joseph's eyes met Addison's, their sorrow and grief connecting for a second, words left unspoken but actually communicated loud. There it was, one of the most fulfilling relationships Addison's ever had, rejecting him and the wonders of magic for a kid.

And the worst part is that he could not feel angry about it, because he would have done the same, if he was in Joseph's position.

"Take care, Addi. Live a prosper life," Joseph said, sniffling and cutting off a sob in the spot as he turned to the kid in the red sweater, the one running to embrace his leg.

"You too, old friend." A huff, followed by a shake of his head and a scoff. "And take your medicines. You will need them."

Addison began walking away, hearing only how Grandpa Joe was ready to pick up Mike to help him draw the happiest smile on his new icy friend.

[v1nsmoke]

𝑮𝑼𝑵𝑺 𝑵' 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑺 // 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹!𝑳𝑨𝑾 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 3 - cult leader law part 3

tw: blood, guns, explosives/explosion, depiction of violence, murder

summary: there's far more beyond the dimly lit interrogation room, and now it's up to you to escape the underground base filled with armed cultists, but unbeknownst to you, somebody is watching - meanwhile, a group enters the county

a/n: i didnt expect this story to go this far, it was supposed to be just a quick oneshot for his birthday, but here i am, ill make a part 4 soon

tags: @lawsmommymilkerwife

wc: 2.1k

you are now reading... chapter one chapter two CHAPTER THREE

"There's no escape for you." Law's deep voice rings from a loudspeaker that you tried to locate as soon as you heard it. "You thought I'd just let you murder and injure all my men? Even if you do manage to get out, I'll always find you. Didn't you notice what I did on your chest? You're marked. You are cult property now."

Your eyes widen at his statement. You quickly look down to see a pattern under your collarbone, etched into your skin by his blade. It was a circle, straight lines branch off from it in several directions. It was the same logo you saw sewn into the clothes of the cultists you came across. It was likely the logo of Law's cult, and now it was on you, and there was no way of getting rid of it.

But that didn't matter to you, because you will get out of this place and escape either way. You still didn't know anything about your sister's location, but it looked like she had to wait. You were this close to escaping, you won't turn back. You had to inform everybody about this cult, get the authorities involved instead of fighting it off all alone.

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The van is bumping along the road, which no one seems to have taken care of renovating ever since it was built. The landscape is relatively empty, one or two trees on the lawn next to the road, the grass of which began to dry more and more as the team gradually approached their destination.

They had been traveling for several days, but luckily none of them were too fussy. The driver would have liked to give up, but he drove tirelessly for the pleasure and request of his captain. The navigator in the mother-in-law seat also held his will up.

There was chaos in the back seats, if there was noise, you could bet it was coming from there. This is exactly how the driver lost thirty thousand Berries to the navigator. Maybe they should have come up with a different seating arrangement before they set off on the multi-day trip, but the navigator is better off sitting in the front, and no one else in the group was qualified to drive except the tired man sitting in front of the wheel right now.

They have already wondered several times whether it was really a good idea to listen to their captain and come here. However, the boy was determined and stubborn, nothing could stop him from this adventure. Calling his grandfather to see what's going on in this small town because it's his job? Oh, no. He wanted to see it himself, with his own eyes, and if the news was true, he wanted to act himself.

And there was no turning back now as the van passes by the sign on the side of the road, the words "Welcome to Dressrosa" written on it.

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You can feel your heart pounding faster, placing the remote explosives around the base as you head towards the exit. The plan? Once you're outside, you just push the button, activate the explosives, and hopefully destroy the base. Your sister was likely elsewhere, this was closer military base, you could bet the interrogation room was the only place that wasn't a control room or a weapon storage room.

When a cultist appears, you're quick to react, sending a bullet to their chest. You rush to the stairs, leading to an upper floor, but still not outside. By now all the alarms were ringing, the red light flashing like crazy.

Law can hear the sounds outside the security room, footsteps, sound of boots, gunshots, and piercing screams in anguish. He was spectating the situation from this room, able to see most hallways and access all loudspeakers around the base. He didn't expect you to actually escape, people usually just accept that they are now part of his cult. You didn't.

He was surprised at how you had built yourself up to this point from nothing, armed and all in less than an hour. However, it really bothered him that a nobody, a lady from another town who only came for her sister, was currently fleeing and murdering his people. You may not have realized this, but you can cause huge damage to his forces with this operation.

Through the security cameras, he saw you sprinkle the corridors of the base with explosives, but no matter how many people he sent to defuse them, none of them succeeded and no one returned. He believed that if he confronted you with the fact that you were now the property of his cult, you would abandon your plans, but as he saw, that was not enough.

Law sees you knock out another member, then your steps slow. It looks like you just realized that he was watching your every move with the cameras. You look up, straight into the camera, gun in hand pointed straight at it, then one of the screens goes black in front of Law. As you moved on, the signal left the monitors one by one.

Law knew he had to stop you before you caused even more chaos and madness. He just didn't know how. He would try to send more people after you, but it hasn't worked so far, so why would it work now? He personally had no plans to go out, no matter how good he was with a weapon. He couldn't know when the explosives you just scattered might explode to his face. Was it a proximity bomb or could it be activated from a distance? He didn't want to find out.

He knew that you came for your sister, and that you would not go back to the city where you came from - because he has been terrorizing the residents of the city for almost two months, and he had not seen you until yesterday - without her. You might not destroy everything and go looking for her, but you'll still be around, hiding somewhere, calling authorities.

Lucky for Law, nobody will come to your rescue. He had the authorities, either brainwashing them into joining the cult or paying tremendous amount of money to keep them away. You were alone, and he had hundreds of men under his command, so even if you escape this base now, he will have many chances at getting you back.

He knew that letting someone like you to just leave would be a great loss and a wrong choice. You now knew about the existence of this cult, if you get more people involved it might cause trouble. You knew too much, and Law didn't plan on just abandoning you.

You step into another control room, wired phones and some monitors placed next to the walls. None of the security cameras showed anything except a black screen, which meant your plan worked, and wherever Law was hiding he was not able to see you now. You had no idea if there was any signal outside, they likely blocked all means of communication.

This might be your last chance at getting help from outside, you had to act, right now. You turn a monitor's camera to your face, starting a live broadcast right there. Apparently it should reach all nearby cars with their adio active, maybe some TVs.

"The cult is taking over, if you hear or see this message, SEND HELP! I-" you desperately try, when somebody shoots your way, breaking the device. This was your only hope, and if nobody heard it, you're fucked. You raise your pistol towards the man who shot, aiming at his legs and firing. He lets out a scream in agony, falling to the ground as blood seeps trough his jeans.

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"Damnit! The radio does not work well here... there are barely any stations!" The blonde in the driver's seat sighs. The music stopped the moment they passed by the welcome sign. The navigator next to him turns the knob, hoping that she will be able to find a station that isn't just static noise.

She was about to give up and forget about it, when she suddenly heard a feminine voice.

"The cult is taking over, if you hear or see this message, SEND HELP! I-" the line cuts off, static noise taking over yet again.

The group in the van is shocked, nobody saying a word for a few moments.

"Can you track where this came from?" The driver asks, the question directed at the guy sitting behind him, already coming up with a plan.

"Uh, not sure, but I can try I guess." He replies.

This one message confirmed their fear, the news turned out to be true. This only proved the fact that the town was now under the control of a cult. The driver steps on the gas pedal, thereby exceeding the speed limit. Who would punish him for it, the police, which is not even here? If there was, then this cult would not be here long ago.

The moods calm down in the rear periphery, the other part of the team also getting serious, now that everything has been proven.

"I know where the broadcast came from!" The man shouts, instantly gaining the attention of everyone in the van. He passes his device - likely homemade, knowing him - to the navigator, who extends her hand and takes it from him.

She reads the map, examining it, and immediately directing their driver to the desired location. It seemed to be in a tree-surrounded area, bit further from the road going trough the city of Dressrosa. It was like a smaller base, bit she was sure that there was more to it, hidden underground from prying eyes.

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After losing the last means of communication, there was nothing left to do at the base, so you headed straight for the exit without stopping. Using the floor plan of the building prepared in case of fire, you found the only main entrance leading outside.

You didn't know where Law could be right now, but he was going to explode along with the whole building anyway in just a matter of minutes. You started to get tired, but let's be honest, it was still a big, even huge achievement. You may have used an air rifle a couple of times before, and here you are, now you've killed a base of cultists.

It took you a few shots to get into it, but eventually you got the hang of it. Aiming became easier, and you were firing better and faster.

You huffed as you ran up the stairs that theoretically lead to the exit. You were so close now. Law likely ran out of men, because there was barely anyone after you at the moment. Was he hiding? Likely. But he saw you trough security cameras, which means he knows you you loaded the base with remote explosives.

If he's smart, he gets out before you do, knowing that you won't blow the base up until you get outside. If he's not smart, he stays inside thinking it's nothing. But even though you didn't know him well, he seemed and acted like the smart type. The other tools back at the interrogation room even hinted that he was a surgeon, or at least knew a thing or two about it.

Here it is. You burst trough the door, literally throwing yourself at it. The bright moonlight illuminates the star-filled night sky, pine trees surrounding the base built on top of a hill, next to a mountainside. From here, you were able to overlook the whole county, the town, fields, roads, a perfect panorama view. Too bad this base is about to cease to exist in moments.

This was not the time for you to enjoy the mesmerizing view. You turn back once more, stealing one last glance at the building before running down the dirt path between the pine trees, and activating the explosives. Your ears ring after the loud noise coming from the explosion, the orangeish cloud-like formation behind you giving a slight tint to the grey mountainside and the surrounding area.

This was it. You did it. But who said it all ends here? Your sister is still missing, and Law might have escaped. Nobody's going to do anything about it anyways. Nobody, except you.

trafalgar law and one piece belongs to eiichiro oda

© v1nsmokes 2023. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.

[chassie48]

My little Nepo baby: Yandere Akainu x Yandere Kizaru x Yandere Aokjij x black fem oc

Warnings: Aokjij creepy thoughts, stalking, spoilers of characters from the egghead arc, slight sexual themes.

Chapter 3 Aokjij POV.

(Aokjij POV)

I first met Andrea when she was nineteen years old and I was at one of her fashion shows events because her grandfathers had ordered me to watch over her.

At first I didn't want to watch over some privileged spoil Nepo baby until I saw her cat walking on that stage.

She was so beautiful to the point I couldn't take my eyes off of her until one of my men dragged me out of the building.

When the event was over I was sad because I thought it meant I couldn't see her anymore, so I tried to get her out of my mind, so that I wouldn't be depressed about her.

But, suddenly I felt myself carved the idea of seeing her, so I asked one of her grandfathers if I could watch over her again and not surprising they said yes.

The more I watch over her the more I crave to be closer to her. Me watching over her becomes me sneaking into her room at night and stealing her used underwear, her used clothes, and her used toothbrush.

I was angry that she was dating that pirate whore Boa Hancock, but I was happy that Andrea is going to be working for the Navy which means I can be closer to her without sneaking into her room at night.

I saw her having a hard time with the reports and different Rear admirals coming in and purposely giving her more reports because they are mad that she became captain because of her grandfathers.

I was angry that they were bullying my Andrea and she didn't notice because she was trying to fit in and be cool with everyone.

So, I sent all of the Rear admirals that were bullying her to monitor duty and give her less work to do. One of her men had come up to her to tell her that her ship is ready for sailing.

Before Borsalino can go with them I put my hand on his shoulder and told him I can go instead. He was about to protest until I pointed at Doll who was standing in front of his office.

He smirked and walked towards her while I rolled my eyes and smiled at Andrea who just glared at me, but I didn't care because I knew she had an interesting personality.

Hi, I'm admiral Aokjij, but you can call me Kuzan, and I will be the one who will accompany you and your men on y'all monitoring duty.

I said while she nodded and I followed her to the ship. Once we made it to the ship she went inside of her room.

I know she is tired from all those reports, so I decided to let her take a nap. Normally I wouldn't do that because we are going to war with the Whitebeards pirates, so we have to be on our guard no matter what.

One of her men had set up my chair for me. I thank them and sit down and put on my sleeping mask.

(Kizaru POV)

I don't know what's wrong with me because I wasn't really feeling Doll anymore. I know she knows I wasn't feeling her, so she kept sucking harder on my cock and kept pressing her naked breasts against my cock trying to make it hard.

I was getting annoyed at this point, so I pushed her off of me to zip up my pants.

Come on, Borsalino. Let's just do it again.

No, just leave.

She nodded and buttoned up her shirt and left my office. I don't know what to do because I'm still horny, but not for Doll which is strange because I'm always horny for Doll.

I sigh and I was going to get some work done until I saw Andrea on the new paper about one of her designs and my cock got hard when I saw her.

I quickly unzipped my pants again and pulled down my boxers and tried to think about that one time when I saw her changing.

I started rubbing my cock up and down while imagining her moving her hips to side to side while slowly taking off of her navy uniform and revealing her lacey bra and panties.

She slowly takes off her bra and panties and sits on my desk while spreading her legs apart and showing off her cute little cunt.

I smirked and imagined myself shoving my long thick cock into her little cunt. A couple of minutes later I came and it had got on to my desk and on my lap.

I quickly grabbed the Kleenex that was on my desk and quickly cleaned up the cum. I think I will make Andrea my new plaything.

(Andrea POV)

Aokjij is a really nice guy and he is the only higher up that didn't call me a Nepo baby which I liked a lot.

He lets me do whatever I want and never gets mad at me. He even got me my favorite chips and candy when we visited a nearby island.

If I was on monitoring duty again I will let him accompany me again. I think I made a new friend....

-The end

Sorry if this is short and sorry I took so long to update. I was sick this whole week. Well I hope you guys enjoy this:)

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Nothing Bad Happens Chap. 1-Alright

Hi everyone! Here is a new WTDW Fanfic!!!!

So, for being in fandoms for a LONG time I’ve seen my fair share of “Nothing Bad Happens” AU’s. I figured Welcome to Dreamworld should deserve that treatment. However, I never came up with a good name for the AU, so we’re calling it Nothing Bad Happens for now.

I’ve had this AU since WTDW episode 5 or 6 so it’s been in my head for a while, but I recently started writing it because I had a bunch of other stories being worked on plus life stuff.

Big thanks as always to my beta readers, @gigilefache and @mun-auroralore! 

Enjoy!

The Dreamworld Entertainment Facility, an entertainment center where kids don’t have to feel alone.

This is the facility where a young man named Wiatt Nicholson stood. He heard about this place for a while now; his boyfriend, Lewis Bright was one of the founders of this facility. The two made a promise when Lewis left to build it with his two best friends. 

If you stop calling me, you know I’m coming back to find you.

Wiatt hadn’t heard from Lewis in over a week, and now was more than ever ready to run to the facility and check to see if his boyfriend was alive and well. 

However, he was scared. Scared that when he opened the door he would be welcomed by everyone saying Lewis is gone.

“I can’t do this,” Wiatt said to himself. 

He was about to walk away from the facility and drive back home-but stopped, realizing that he had driven a couple of hours from his grandfather’s mansion. Plus, he kept his promise of coming to find Lewis and he was gonna do just that.

Wiatt sighed and pushed open the door, hearing the sound of arcade games and kids laughing and having fun. Slowly stepping in, he looked around-and froze, seeing a familiar sight in front of him.

It was Lewis.

Lewis was talking with some workers and sharing a laugh. He had slicked-back, light brown hair with a few fringes hanging over his face, green eyes, and oval glasses. He wore a light blue vest over a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes.

Wiatt smiled, seeing Lewis was safe and happy. However, he soon frowned, not understanding why Lewis hadn’t called him in a week.

Taking a deep breath, he entered and walked up behind Lewis. 

“Uh, hi I’m looking for a Lewis Bright,” Wiatt spoke up.

Lewis froze, recognizing the voice. He slowly turned around, eyes widened after seeing Wiatt. 

After a few years of not seeing each other in person, he was here. 

“W-Wiatt?” Lewis asked, surprised.

Wiatt nodded. “Told ya, I’d come find you if you stopped texting.”

The workers stepped back and decided to give the founder some alone time with his boyfriend. 

The two stood there awkwardly not sure what to say to each other.

“So…” Lewis started.

“So…” Wiatt repeated.

“You're probably wondering why I haven’t texted you for a while,” Lewis said.

Wiatt nodded. He took a look at Lewis and saw he was fine, no wounds, just tired. “Did Sara stop you from talking to me?” he asked.

“No, darling!” Lewis yelled, reassuring his boyfriend. He sighed and looked around to make sure no one could hear, “If I tell you, you promise you won’t tell?” 

“Lewis, what’s going on?” Wiatt asked again, now worried.

Lewis took Wiatt’s hand and dragged him to the elevator. Wiatt stuttered and complained to Lewis about dragging him, and not telling him the reason why Lewis stopped answering his texts. Once inside, Lewis pressed the button to the Staract. 

As the elevator went down, Wiatt was able to talk. 

“Lewis, what the fuck is going on?! You're not telling me anything!” he shouted.

Lewis sighed. “It’s best I show you, darling,” he replied.

The bell on the elevator rang, and the doors opened.

“Follow me,” Lewis said. 

Wiatt sighed and followed him to a theater. 

Once there, Lewis turned on the spotlights for the stage, and soon, a star animatronic came down.

“L-Lewis, what is this?!” Wiatt asked, frightened.

Soon, the star animatronic opened his eyes and smiled at Wiatt. “Why, hello, darling. I’m Starlight.”

Wiatt’s mouth dropped, and his glasses fell on the bridge of his nose. He stammered out words to Lewis- who stood there chuckling nervously.

“W-What’s so funny about this, Lewis?!” Wiatt yelled. “Why does this animatronic talk like you?! A-Am I talking to an imposter?”

“Wiatt! Wiatt, calm down!” Lewis reassured his boyfriend. 

Wiatt was breathing heavily, trying to calm down. After taking one slow, deep breath, he was officially calm.

“Is he okay, Lewis?” Starlight asked.

“He’ll be fine,” Lewis replied. He cleared his throat and put his arm around Wiatt. “This Starlight. Starlight, this is Wiatt Nicholas, my boyfriend.”

Starlight moved closer. 

Wiatt saw Starlight move via a support beam on his back as the animatronic stopped just a few inches near him. 

Starlight smiled and held his hand out. “Pleasure to meet you, Wiatt.”

Wiatt looked at Starlight’s hand and back at the animatronic. before shaking his hand.

“Lewis, are you gonna tell me what’s going on, now?” Wiatt asked.

Lewis nodded. “Well for starters, Sara did have something to do with this,” he started.

Wiatt groaned. He knew Sara had given him a weird vibe since he first met her. “What did she do?” he asked.

“This might sound crazy, but during the early days of building Dreamworld Entertainment. Sara acted… weird,” Lewis started.

“Like always,” Wiatt grumbled.

“Huh?” Lewis asked.

“Nothing!” Wiatt lied.

Lewis rolled his eyes. “Anyways, Sara was trying to create immortality-”

“Create what now?!” Wiatt shouted.

“Let me finish, Wiatt,” Lewis groaned, “but yes, I thought what she was thinking was crazy too, until…”

His voice trailed off, not wanting to tell Wiatt what Sara did to him. “... she found a way to take a part of my soul and put it into Starlight.”

Wiatt put his hands together and took a deep breath, before letting it out. “May I ask how she did that?” she asked.

Lewis and Starlight looked at each other, and both chuckled at the same time. 

“It’s complicated, darling,” Starlight answered.

Wiatt opened his mouth, but he stopped and decided not to ask. Seeing Lewis okay was enough to know what Sara did didn’t kill him.

“It doesn’t matter,” Wiatt said. He walked up to Lewis and hugged him. “I’m just glad you're alright, Lewis.”

Lewis blushed and smiled, hugging Wiatt back. “Y-Yeah.”

Starlight sniffled as his scarlet mask went on. “Aww, you two are so cute together!” he cried. He then grabbed the two and hugged them tight. 

Wiatt and Lewis giggled, still blushing.

“Yep! He’s definitely you, Lewis!” Wiatt commented.

Lewis chuckled. “Me, but more of a theater kid!”

The three shared a laugh- before Wiatt got an idea. 

“I’ve been thinking, are you hiring right now?” He asked.

“Of course, we’re always hiring,” Lewis replied. Soon his eyes widened, knowing Wiatt was planning something. “Why?”

“Because I wanna work here,” Wiatt answered.