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2-dsimp · 2 months

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if it’s no trouble could we get another part to DILF/ nanny reader? Maybe like a willing reader? Bc I know of a hot dad wanted to date me who am I to say no? Lol great work!!!!

Cw: fem reader! jealousy, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Quio and Miki butting heads, the plot thickens

Synopsis no.2: 【featuring you being caught in the middle between your coworker and employer literally and figuratively. Miki obviously hates your employer and makes it well known meanwhile Quio does the same vice versa. The Dilf tried his best to put his and Peina’s plan of seducing you into action. But he’s constantly getting interrupted. And He’s honestly so close to snapping at this point.】

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“I wish you’d stop by here more often after all you’re already part of the family."

The Dilf sighs melodramatically, electing a small giggle from your lips. Seeing how he acted so distraught due to your absence. While he led you and your coworker to the living room, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh that’s kind of you to say Mr. Evinis but I can’t possibly impose on you guys. Plus I’ve still gotta work my boring office job”

You replied with a mirthful tone at his sweet comment truly feeling as if you’ve made a second home within your employers household. You’ve already grown accustomed to his friendly work staff and of course his darling daughter who was l always clinging onto you like a baby kitten. And the fact that her father was so chivalrous and kind didn’t help your own little crush from forming on the single dad.

“Oh perish the thought sugarling~ we’re lucky enough to even be blessed by your radiant grace. In this boring household.”

Quio reassures with a charming smile, as he makes sure to fluff up some fancy decor pillows for his lovely lady. After placing the plush pillows down where you’d sit, He then put a hand on your shoulder giving a comforting squeeze.

“In fact me and the little squirt have always gotten excited at seeing you pull up and we’d be more than happy to keep you hostage here if possible”

The Dilf admits in a cheesy manner, which made you feel at ease. From how sweet his insistence at you dropping by often to hang out was. Being none the wiser to how he was being 100% serious. About the part where him and his daughter briefly molled over the idea of keeping their lovely nanny hostage at their mansion. Since they honestly couldn’t get enough of how addicting your sunshine liken presence.

Lit up every dark lonesome corner of the estate and they’d be damned if they every let you get a chance to escape from their sights. brandishes a pearly grin at the thought of being able to cater personally to his future missus.

“Also if your boring office job is what’s holding you back from spending quality time with us then I can think of a couple solutions to—“

“Um, let me stop you right there man. Whatever you’re pitching would be nice and all but I need my work wife.”

Once again you missed the small micro transgression within the Dilf’s facial features as his eye twitched at the irksome interruption done by that worthless dickbag.

“Aha work wife? With someone like you? I see you’re the type to joke around huh?”

He replied in an tone of condescension giving Miki a mean spirited smile. And an idle glance over full of scorn at the self assured confidence in this boy, who was proclaiming that his darling was his work wife.

“Well I am quite the jokester—wait what the hell do you mean by someone like me??”

You nearly busted out laughing at how Miki got a miffed expression on his face from the subtle dig done by the famous actor. You didn’t necessarily claim to be Miki’s work wife as nice as his company was. He was an utter shitty coworker to have when you’re trying to get shit done. Whenever you two were paired it’d be him cracking jokes while you were working like an effective machine.

“Well If anything they’re my work wife, no my wife, since yknow she’s looking after my kid like the little darling angel she is”

Quio nearly purred with a sharp edge to his voice as he blatantly rubbed it in Miki’s face the sheer difference. Between the two of them and how he was ultimately more important in your standings.

“Anit that right sweetness?”

The single dad hummed with a sickening sweet expression that resembled a hopeful doe eyed buck. His shouldering eyes never failed to make your heart do kick flips from how they always seemed to focus on purely you. Almost as if you were his world, his missing half. You got extremely flustered that you could barely even respond to his words. Until Miki let out a sneer and fixed his apparent love rival a shrewd scowl.

“Oh please as if! She’s your Nanny, not your substitute wife. Plus I already called dibs on her first, my guy.”

The sight of that damned flea mansplaining on the couch with the slinging over his arm right behind your head. Made Quio imagine ripping that same offending arm from our his socket and bitch slapping him with it.

“Dibs? Are you insinuating that she’s an object to be possessed by the likes of a peasant like you?”

He taunts snarkily, dropping his nice guy facade as makes his way to sit right in between you and Miki. Squeezing his bulky frame in the middle of the couch he gracefully crosses his legs as he swats off the offending arm behind your head and replaces it with his own.

“Tch! Now you know that’s not what I meant. It’s always you actors spinning fabricated lies. And the fuck did you just—“

“Miki don’t you think that it’s time for you to go soon? You’re gonna be late for work”

You interjected seeing how things were getting out of hand between the two offending men. Quio merely gave a smug smile as he saw Miki begrudgingly get up with an scowl on his face. You were right he had to go soon since he couldn’t be late for his promotion into higher management. He didn’t tell you that yet because he wanted to surprise you on the day you both worked the same shift.

“Ah fuck your right, thanks for the reminder what would I do without my precious work wife?”

Miki emphasized loudly, Shooting a glare towards the A-listed actor as he then gave you an abrupt hug goodbye whilst still glowering at the Dilf. The two seemed to be exchanging a clash of mixed silent threats behind your back.

Quio “gently” nudged Miki away from his darling with a hard shove with the pointy tip of his shoe upon his midriff. Making your coworker stumble back with a sharp exhaled grunt escaping his lips. Good, he hoped that fucker gets sore down there. The single dad was always about getting his get back by being petty whenever someone blatantly tried to piss him off.

“Alright that’s enough Casanova wouldn’t wanna keep your bosses waiting yeah?”

The Dilf chirped in a sweet noncommittal manner as he briefly pulled you into a side hug. As if to cleanse you from the poor touch Miki had given you. Miki had to bite back his tongue since he really couldn’t afford to waste time with the man’s shenanigans. And rolled his eyes he could only afford to shoot you a word of warning with concern shining in his eyes before he made his way outside of the million dollar manor.

“Be careful… You know how actors are, always so full of shit. Call me when you’re done I’ll come to pick you up okay?”

“Yeah yeah, don’t let the door hit cha on ya on the way out Miki”

Quio sassed as he couldn’t wait to have that cocky fucker out of sight and out of mind. There were so many times where the actor came close to acting out. One of his many aspiring roles which consisted of him being a deranged serial killer. It would’ve gave him peace of mind to choke out that lanky shithead and watch the life leave his eyes.

But he had better things to do at the moment rather than drone in about how he’d murder Miki in cold blood. Like wooing you over for instance which was unfortunately put on pause due to a pest intent on getting in the way between you and him. So he feels a sense of relief wash over him as Miki leaves, knowing that he can finally have you all to himself.

“It seems like you two get along well enough already”

You caught the Dilf off guard with your off handed comment as he gave you a raised brow and an apprehensive smile. He shook his head slightly and gave a dark chuckle at how naive you were to perceive their little spat to be that of a friendly origin. When they clearly wanted to go at each others necks.

“It would seem so… But hey I was wondering if you’d be interested in—“

His phone decided to go off in the most headache inducing way. He could hear the annoying ringtone which indicated that his manager was calling and he bit back a snarl from being interrupted once again. Collecting himself he excused himself from the couch not being fore taking your hand in his and giving it a small chaste kiss as he gave you an apologetic gaze.

“Sorry about this sugarling I’ve gotta take this call I’ll be right back”

With his servants taking leave at his behest today was the day he planned on tying the metaphorical knot with the cute Nanny that stole both his and his little girl’s heart. So his manager had better got a pretty damn good reason for bugging him on his day of vacation leave. Or else they’ll get added to the hitlist alongside that damned coworker of yours.

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I’m thinking of making this into a mini series, let me know if I should continue!o(≧v≦)o

#yandere drabble #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere male x reader #yanderecore #yandere concept #yandere content #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere x darling #dilf x reader #Quio the dilf #yandere dad

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mawofthemagnetar · 4 months

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Father's Day

“So, hold on a minute,” Iskall held his hands up, “back up, because I must have missed that. You’re a FATHER?”

“Well, yeah?” Jevin shrugged, scrolling through his comm, “What’s so hard about that to believe?”

Iskall, by way of a reply, simply gestured at Jevin’s person from his head to his slimy feet.

“So? Okay, yeah, I guess it- is a little hard to fathom. I do, uh, have a certain- aura of coolness around me. But yeah, no, I’m a dad. And a damn good one, too. I mean, a slime-dad, which is a little different than a regular dad. But for a slime-dad, I’m top-shelf. Of course.”

“Uh-huh. And how does a slime-dad differ from a regular dad?” Iskall folded his arms.

“I don’t gotta, uh, chase after my kids as much as you guys do. They’re pretty much ready to go once they hit full-size. I do my bit by checking up on them periodically. Anyway, point is, I gotta go. My kids are throwing a father’s day bash, and I can’t be late.”

Iskall rubbed his temples.

“Okay, couple questions. One, father’s day was three months ago. Two, is there a Missus Jevin you’ve got stashed away somewhere? Or a Mister Jevin? Or-“

“…Why would another person be involved?” Jevin asked, tilting his head with a squish of slime, “Like, literally, why? Who needs help to become a parent?”

“…Uh…you know what? No. You want to learn about the parrots and the bats, go talk to Keralis.”

“Sure, whatever. Anyway, to answer your second question, it’s ‘cause if you try to do father’s day on the actual, like, day, renting a big enough hall is stupid expensive and it’s all just kind of dumb. And a hassle. So we host it whenever.”

Jevin glanced up from his comm.

“Wanna come? Meet my kids, I mean.”

Iskall rubbed his forehead.

“Sure, why not. Hit me with it.”

They tapped their comms together, and Jevin clacked his jaw together- the slime equivalent of a smile.

“Okay, so uh…All my kids know you guys as their aunts and uncles. So if they start calling you “auntie Iskall-“

“-Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m used to it.” Iskall nodded, “Should I wear something special?”

Jevin waved a hand.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. You’re fine as you are. Anyway, let’s go. Not good to keep my kids waiting!”

And Jevin tapped a few options on his comm and vanished.

Iskall shrugged, tapped over to his server list, and selected the option for the Hub, with the teleport coordinates visible in the centre.

He tapped it, and vanished.

When Iskall opened his eyes again, he was standing outside a colossal building, looking like some kind of conference centre. It was made of smooth quartz, with a fake parking lot full of fake vehicles that had clearly taken some builder a long time to put together.

Jevin was standing there, tapping his sneaker impatiently, the blue slime slosh-slosh-sloshing against the ground.

“Alright, c’mon, let’s get moving.” Jevin huffed, “We’re already a couple minutes late, and my kids worked really hard to put this on.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming…” Iskall muttered, brushing off his pants and following Jevin towards the doors.

Iskall was assuming that Jevin’s family would have set up a few tables in a corner. He was a slime; and the way Jevin was talking, Iskall had assumed a big family. Maybe ten kids? That would be a pretty big family.

Then Jevin and Iskall stepped into the conference hall.

“HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD!”

Several thousand slimes bellowed all at once, a wall of sound so deafening that Iskall could feel his bionic eye nearly shake out of its housing.

He blinked his one eye, darting it around the room in shock. There were hundreds of small tables around which sat an unfathomable number of slimes in all colours of the rainbow. The room was a riot of wild fashion choices, and a deafening rumble of clattering bones and squelching bodies.

“I- I-” Iskall stammered, as he reached up and tightened the nut holding his robotic eye onto his skull’s mounting post.

“HEY EVERYONE!” Jevin shouted back, “THANK YOU!”

“Is that Uncle Iskall?” a deep voice said eagerly, “It’s so nice to meet you!”

“You have…THOUSANDS…of children. Not ten. Not twenty. Not even a hundred. THOUSANDS.” Iskall stammered.

“Yeah. I’m, uh, the father of all slime hybrids. It’s not a big deal, to be honest. Some other slime would’ve absorbed a skeleton and decided to think about itself if I hadn’t.” Jevin shrugged.

“All. Of them. ALL OF THEM.” Iskall clutched his head in his hands.

“Yeah? It’s not that difficult. You just, like, shed some slime on a large enough pile of biomass, it’ll grow into a kid. How is this so confusing for you? That’s probably where humans come from.” Jevin shrugged.

He rubbed his slimy hands together with a hideous squelch, and started traveling through the room, eagerly greeting each and every one of his kids.

Iskall staggered over to the snack table, piled high with compost, cinderblocks, and beer. He popped a bottle, and started chugging it.

#magnetar writes #Jevin Fic #Iskall fic #I've had this thing in my documents for about half a year and I finally polished it up #I hope you enjoy

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saintlike78 · 2 years

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The only one for me [J.S]

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Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

Words: 2k

Summary: Other women just don’t seem to care that you’re Jake’s wife or the fact that you’re sitting right next to him whilst they flirt with him

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, slight insecure reader, Jake’s a whole softie, making out, some sexual implications but not really.

It’s not his fault and you know it. It’s not as if he’s purposely picking out other women and flirting with them in front of you; it’s just his personality and the way he is - too friendly for his own good and too good-looking for his own good - so every interaction just happens to be mistaken for flirting. It’s also obvious that he’s with someone, he has you pressed up against him in the booth, his arm thrown protectively behind your back to squeeze you and to show every man in the Hard Deck that you’re his.

You only wish the women had half the decency that the men had not to flirt with your husband right in front of you.

It would be impossible for any man to try and flirt with you in front of Jake, a hard stare and maybe even a ‘back off, man’ would be all they would get. You, on the other hand, do not possess the skill of a hard glare or even to interrupt whatever lady that sat down right beside Jake, twirling their hair and batting their lashes as if you weren’t sitting right there under Jake’s arm.

It’s not as if he indulges in the flirting, he’s just friendly - much to your dismay.

You try not to let it bother you - you really do - but it still does. The stupid pit of jealousy sits in your stomach and gnaws at it until you feel sick; you feel sick of watching these women ignore you and talk to Jake like he’s up for grabs.

Maybe that’s another thing, they do it because they don’t see you as a competition. They’re all beautiful and confident, batting their lovely eyes at Jake because he’s gorgeous and you’re just so painfully you.

You nurse the drink in your hand with a pitiful look on your face, leaning into Jake’s side as he talks idly with the woman sitting so close to him he can’t move anywhere.

It feels horrid to feel so icky because Jake’s not the one doing anything wrong and it’s not as if you could ban him from speaking to another woman again, but god, you want to just tell her to fuck off - but you never would.

The woman laughs loudly at something he said, hitting his arm, “you’re hilarious! I love a man with humour,” she says, winking at her last statement.

She could’ve just come and hit you in the stomach and poured your drink over you because her words had the exact same effect. You rolled your eyes involuntarily, not even the tiniest bit nervous about her seeing it, her eyes were glued to Jake.

“Gotta keep the missus happy somehow,” he smiles politely, squeezing you against him, “ain’t that right, baby?”

He laughs a little at his own words as he looks toward you, only for his smile to be wiped off his face as he takes in the solemn look on your face; the way you stare at the empty glass in your hands, obviously not paying attention to his conversation or words.

The woman laughs awkwardly, giving you a dirty look that you didn’t see, “I didn’t realize you were married.”

Jake doesn’t answer her, instead, he lowers his head to nudge your temple with his lips and whispers in your ear, “baby?”

The affection pulls you from your trance and you hum, looking from your glass to his face, a concerned frown pulls at his lips and brow - you reach up to smooth over the crease that has settled and his eyes soften.

“You okay? You wanna go home? Too loud?” He asks and if you could melt into a puddle you would at the genuine concern etched in his words and how he would drop everything just to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible and having fun.

“Only if you want to, I don’t mind waiting till you’re done,” you whisper back, leaning into his body and his soft touches.

He smiles and shakes his head, leaving a kiss against your hair, “I’m done now then.”

Before you had the chance to say anything more he’s already politely asking the stunned woman to move, sliding out of the booth with your purse and jacket on one arm and the other reached out for you to take.

It takes you a moment before you’re grabbing ahold of his arm, purposely ignoring the dirty look the woman gives you before she’s huffing and storming in the opposite direction. You sigh in relief, gripping Jake’s arm tight as he leads you by his fellow pilots to wave goodbye and then out the front door of the Hard Deck.

Jake keeps an eye on your face, smiling at the way you cling to his arm, “you’re sure you’re okay, sweetheart?” he asks when you reach his truck.

Before you have a chance to open the passenger door, he had you caged against the vehicle, arms on both sides of your body as he looks down at you with a certain look, waiting for you to answer him.

You let out a sigh, placing both hands on his biceps, “I just wish they would see me as a threat.”

“Who?” His eyebrow is raised and if he wasn’t so confused you’re sure he would’ve laughed because of all the things you were, threatening was probably one of the last things on that list - probably not on the list at all.

“The women… all of them that come and talk to you… none of them takes me seriously when I’m sat next to you and that’s why they flirt with you right in front of me,” you sighed with a squeeze of his biceps, avoiding his eyes and missing the way they soften.

You don’t have time to react before you were smushed against his hard chest, his arms around you in a tight embrace. You inhale the musky scent of his cologne, the scent calming you instantly.

“You should’ve told me it bothered you, honey. I never would’ve talked to them if I knew you felt like that,” he said with a sweet smile that you couldn’t see, you could only feel his lips against your forehead as he spoke.

“It’s not what you do that bothers me, you’re just being nice… it’s them. They’re so persistent just because they’re prettier than me -“

“Hey! Don’t say that,” Jake pulls your face from his chest, his eyebrows scrunched together again with a frown, “they’re not. You know you’re the prettiest girl in the world to me.”

You sigh, smoothing out the crease again out of instinct, “I know, but they don’t think that.”

“Honey, I don’t care what they think, it’s what I think that matters and I happen to think you’re the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen,” he spoke matter-of-factly, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

You chuckled lightly, trying but failing to hide the heat that crept up your neck.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you have a crush on me, lieutenant Seresin,” you grinned, eyes crinkling with the pinch he left on your cheek.

Jake smirked, leaning down to brush his lips against yours in typical teasing Seresin manner, his breath fanned across your lips as he spoke, “oh I have much more than just a crush on you, baby.”

His muscles flexed underneath your hands as they glided up to hold him around his neck. He was bent down to be right in your face and you knew that if he were to straighten up you would be dangling from him; if he was uncomfortable in the way he was bent he didn’t let it on, instead he brushed your lips with his so achingly slow you couldn’t help the needy whine of his name that slipped from your pouting lips.

“Just kiss me already, Jake,” you whined like an impatient child, almost stomping your foot on the ground for added effect, but decided against it.

Jake only smirked, moving his hand up to grip the back of your neck, holding you in place for him, “you wanna say that again, you little brat?”

You swallowed the stone-sized lump in your throat, trying to close the minimal gap between your lips, but Jake kept you in place with his strong hand.

“Please, kiss me… I love you,” you whispered, adding the last part to seal the deal because you knew Jake could never resist you when you played your sweet loving wife card.

Which is why you didn’t have time to even take a breath before Jake’s lips were on yours, trapping you firmly against his truck with his firm body. He moved skillfully against you, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, silently asking for permission; your lips parted instantly, allowing him entrance to slip his tongue in and tangle with yours. Your breaths mingled and your noses bumped one another. The kiss was bruising, to say the least, and his grip on you even more. His muscles moved under your touch, your hands sliding from his biceps to glide up his chest, finding their final destination tangled in his soft blond hair; your fingers scratched at his scalp and tugged on his locks electing soft grunts of satisfaction to fall from his parted lips.

One of Jake’s many talents was definitely kissing because somehow, no matter how many times you two made out, it always made tingles and goosebumps rise along your entire body. It was like being bathed in warm honey, his kisses sweet and always desperate for you. His hands explored you entirely like if he wasn’t holding you as close as possible you would vanish from him.

“You two haven’t left yet?”

Your kiss broke with a startled gasp as you peered over Jake’s shoulder to see a very amused Rooster and Phoenix, both with raised brows and sly grins. Your face felt like it was on fire especially with Jake’s hand cupping your face, thumb rubbing the soft skin slowly.

He didn’t turn fully, only looking over his shoulder to answer, “we were just about to.”

Phoenix hummed, “sure.”

“I was just helping my girl into her seat,” Jake smiled, sending you a quick wink.

Rooster barked out a laugh, “were you gonna stuff her through the door?”

Jake huffed, “I was just trying to be a gentleman… kissing my lady before helping her… not something you’re familiar with, huh, Bradshaw?”

“Dude, it looked like you were inhaling her… or crushing her,” Phoenix scoffed with a chuckle.

“Okay, not that I’m not enjoying this conversation because I really am… we really should leave now,” you spoke, burying your face in Jake’s shoulder.

“Alright, we’ll leave you to it… later lover birds,” Rooster saluted, turning with Phoenix back towards the bar.

You let out a laugh feeling Jake huff against the top of your head, “that guy.”

“Alright, lover boy, let’s go home.”

Jake looked down at you with a sheepish smile, “just a moment, sweetheart and then I’m good to go.”

“What’s wrong, are you okay?” you reached up cupping his cheeks, looking him over with wide eyes.

Jake let out a small chuckle, “I’m fine, honey… it’s just difficult driving when my pants feel a little tight.”

Your eyes widened as you looked down, and sure enough, his pants did look a little tighter, “oh… I thought your phone was poking me.”

Jake laughed loudly hugging you tightly, “my sweet girl.”

“What?? That was a completely valid thing to think,” you argued, wiggling in Jake’s grasp, but to no avail.

He hummed, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You’re the only one for me, ever. You know that right?” he spoke against the top of your head.

“I know,” you smiled against his chest, burying yourself further against him, “and you’re the only one for me.”

“Damn right I am,” he exclaimed, making you laugh.

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the-californicationist · 3 months

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Good Fences (Fluffuary #27)

FEB27: Reader Request - John Meets Your Friends

For the lovely @gemmahale!! Love you, bestie!

“And he proposed in front of the painting?” Georgia gasped, taking another long sip of her gin and tonic.

She was holding your hand up to her face, inspecting the pearl. Her fiery red curls bounced when she talked, and her bright red lipstick matched it almost perfectly. Georgia always sparkled. She was brash and loud and unafraid to use it.

“Girl. This is nice.”

“Thank you,” you blushed, sipping your margarita.

“So, what’s he like? I’m upset we haven’t met him yet,” asked Carrie, nursing her own margarita. Hers, though, was the size of a fishbowl.

“I think he said he’d be here at ten thirty,” you checked your phone. It was ten forty-five, no calls, no texts.

The wedding was in two weeks, and you were out with your friends. His buddies were in town, as you’d just gotten home from visiting his family overseas. You didn’t really want a true bachelorette party; male strippers and dick necklaces were great and all, but it just wasn’t your scene. You were happy to be grabbing drinks with the girls. You’d known Carrie and Georgia since grade school, and Cana since college, so it was nice that they all got along.

“Okay! I’m back,” Cana came over to the table with a server’s tray as if she worked there, “One for you, one for you, one for me, and… two for our beautiful bride!”

Tequila shots. You were going to have a headache tomorrow, but you downed them anyway, chasing it with plenty of salt and lime.

“Whoo!” Carrie screamed.

“Okay,” Georgia’s face puckered, “I am definitely not young enough for that anymore.”

“Enough of all this,” Carrie interrupted, “What’s he like? We gotta know.”

Then, as if she had summoned him, John walked through the door. He was dressed up, but in a lowkey sort of way. When he turned to you and waved, you heard Georgia gasp,

“Holy fuck, he’s enormous.”

“He looks like he could throw a car. What the hell, babe? Are you for real?” Carrie asked, staring rudely, her mouth agape.

“Cute though, huh?” Cana sipped her drink until the straw made empty gurgling sounds.

All your friends nodded dumbly in unison. You giggled,

“Stop! He’s coming over here.”

You watched him approach, his huge body moving gracefully despite its size, edging through the crowd. When he arrived at your table, he pulled you into a deep but brief kiss, keeping it subtle, but adding just enough sexual energy to it to excite your friends into a froth.

“My, my, my,” John purred as he studied the empty glasses on your table, “You ladies look like you’re having fun tonight. Hi, I’m John.”

Everyone went around with their names and handshakes, and Cana piped up, having met him already,

“Sit, sit! They need to hear all about you.”

You watched John make himself comfortable at the table, and the server brought over a tray of four beers.

You stared at him confused, and he chuckled,

“Sorry, love. Hope it’s okay that I brought my mates with me.”

You looked over his shoulder and saw Kyle, Simon, and Johnny making their way over.

“Cap’n! You didnae tell us all of your missus’ mates would be so damn bonnie,” Johnny crooned, sidling up to Georgia and audaciously kissing her hand.

Simon sat down next to Carrie and put his long arm around the back of her chair, rolling his eyes at his sergeant,

“Sure they have finer prospects than you, MacTavish.”

Gaz and Cana, who had made a strong connection at her graduation bash, shared a sneaky kiss together and you watched her make a signal for him to follow her to the bathroom.

You looked at your friends’ faces, full of shock and awe and thought to yourself: It’s gonna be a long night.

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yourtouchismidas · 1 year

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blurb ideaa for george so gigi is out with a boy and she runs into george and he is in protective uncle mode hahah he’s like wait until i tell your dad

gigi is maybe fifteen when she starts showing a proper interest in dating. she's had little crushes and maybe a sweet little first kiss or two but honestly was too busy just doing her own thing to be that bothered. but she's been seeing this guy for a bit now and she thinks she really likes him. apart from all the questions swirling in her head, am i old enough, does he like me, what's it like being someone's girlfriend, the biggest one in her mind is, how is she going to tell her dad. she had a boy round when she was a bit younger, and he invited the whole band to dinner to stare the poor lad down. luckily he thought it was cool.

but now she is out with her crush, and her parents think she is with friends, but they're too busy with the little girls to really notice what she is doing today anyway which is fine by her. they've walked to get coffee, well frappucinos, and they are now wandering to the park. it's a warm day and gigi is on summer break and hasn't seen her crush since school broke up a week ago. she's giddy. she's even more giddy when he reaches out and takes her hand, swinging it as she walks. this is what her dad writes songs about. she's convinced!

then she sees him. he'd stand out anyway. bleached blond buzz cut. abnormally tall. dark sunglasses. it's george. he's walking towards them, still at a distance. charli isn't there, which gigi thinks with regret, would probably make the situation less bad.

"oh shit," gigi says. the boy looks at her.

"what? what is it?"

"that guy," she says, pointing to him. he's getting closer. she's panicking. "that's my uncle."

"aw nice!" the boy says, "shall we go say hi?"

"no!" gigi says, "of course not. you have to hide."

"i have to what."

"hide. now."

the boy looks around, grinning, amused at her, "where am i supposed to hide. it's a street."

"erm. er. fuck," gigi says, and george is already too close. he's spotted them. his face has lit up.

"hey gus gus," he says, he scoops her into a hug. "what you up to?"

"oh nothing, just hanging with a friend."

george's eyes land on the boy. he raises an eyebrow.

"friend?" he says.

"yep!" gigi says, brightly, "anyway, we've got to go." she all but shoves the boy on. he doesnt move.

"you alright mate," george is saying to him.

"yeah thanks, you gigi's uncle?"

"yep," george says. he straightens up, tall. he blocks out the sun with his head. he puts them both in shadow. gigi takes a deep breath.

"you taking care of this girl?" george says, his face a hard line now.

"yes sir," the boy says. he holds his own. looking at george in the eye.

"you don't do harm to this girl, correct?" george says.

"yes sir."

george snaps back into his happy self. his goofball self. he smiles.

"i gotta meet my missus. cant keep the ladies waiting," he says, "can we?"

"no sir."

"nice to meet you. bye gussy. come round soon okay?" he says. he hugs gigi goodbye.

"please dont tell my dad," she whispers to him. he doesnt respond until he starts to walk away. he winks at her.

"oh ho ho. i'm telling your dad," he says. and then he is gone.

gigi puts her head in her hands, "we're screwed."

"we'll be okay. you're dad doesnt sound like a hardass," the boy says, putting his arm around gigi.

"he is when it comes to me," she says, "he'll pretend to be all cool with it but he'll stare at you when i'm not looking. cry to my mum about me growing up. "

"nothing i cant handle," the boy says.

"then he'll write a song about you called, little shit get away from my daughter or something."

"that sounds pretty cool," the boy grins at her.

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sstan-hoe · 2 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒆

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — lloyd hansen x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Lloyd also has a gentle side and only if the reader is near him. Lloyd wants to kill/hurr a man in front of a child. The reader tells him that he should not do it - and what the reader says is law.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT; minors dni, sub!lloyd, dom!reader, creampie, unprotected sex, oral (m&f receiving), canon level violence

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The sound of the Lloyd’s private jet disturbed you as you sunbathed on the balcony of your shared bedroom.

Your man had been out on a job, killing some dude, to be honest you weren’t really interested in it anyway.

Standing up you walked to the railing, leaning over a little which pushed your breasts together. Lloyd look up and smiled as he catched your eyes. He glanced down at your neon yellow bikini – the one he bought.

He gave you wink before walking towards the entrance. A dorky smiled sneaked on your lips. Lloyd had been gone for a week and was finally back.

Putting on your slippers you skipped down to meet him. Right when he walked in you threw yourself into his arms. His arm wrapped around your waist, he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you squeezed him.

You nuzzled into his chest mumbling, “I missed you so much.” Lloyd smiled into your hair. “I missed you too sunshine.” Lifting your head, you kissed him on the lips.

Without hesitating he kissed you back. Your tongue graced over his soft lips tasting a faint hint of cherry causing you to smile into the kiss.

Pulling back your smile turned into a happy giggle, “you put on the chopstick I bought you!”

“How could I not! My lips have never been so smooth and the flavour? Sunshine, I love cherry!” He told you in a cheery tone making your smile grow, “I got a strawberry one too if you want to try that one next!”

“I would love to sunshine. I’m sorry but I gotta get to this man, then I will come to find you once I’m done deal?” Lloyd held up his pinkie, you linked your around his, “deal.”

Giving you one last kiss Lloyd let go of you and gently lead you to the stairs.

Once he was sure that you were gone, he turned around to his victim. “Come on pumpkin, let’s have a little chit chat,” he smirked gripping the shoulder of the man pushing him through the door.

The man was sat down on a chair while Lloyd sat on the opposite side. “We’re gonna start easy. Where is Thomas?” Lloyd only got silence in response, “Oh, really? You know I wanna do this fast, I’ve got a girl to get to.”

“Bring her in!” He called out and two of his men brought a girl around the age of seventeen in. She looked scared and her whole body shook in fear.

“Reva!” the man as he was his daughter being dragged in, “dad!” she screamed in tears.

“Now, now keep it down. We don’t need the missus coming down, do we?” Lloyd said as he stood up from his seat and pulled out a pocketknife.

He put his arm around the girls neck, choking her. The knife was angled to her stomach, Lloyd looked at the men, “where is Thomas?”

Tears formed in his eyes as he whimpered, “I don’t know.”

Lloyd let out a sigh shaking his head, “fine.” With that he pierced the knife into her side making her knees give in, but she didn’t fall to the ground given Lloyd’s arm around her neck pressing down and cutting off her breathing.

“You’re really going to let your daughter die?”

He withdraw the knife causing Reva to cry out in pain. “I really don’t know where he is! Please, please let my daughter go, I promise you I will help you find him but please let her go!”

Lloyd chuckled and lifted the knife again, “too bad-,” “Lloyd Hansen! You let that poor girl go right now and get her a doctor!”

Your voice boomed through the room. Instantly Lloyd turned around with wide eyes.

“Did I not tell you to wait upstairs?” he asked lowly. Letting go of Reva he walked towards you.

“You did, but I forgot my charger and thank god I did because you’re not murdering a child,” you stood your ground. “Do with that man what you want, but you won’t hurt her any further.”

Looking around you saw the girl on the floor and no one getting a doctor, “wasn’t I clear enough? Get her a fucking doctor, now!” you shouted at the men surrounding you.

They all scrambled around a second later, taking the girl with them.

“And you…you can continue this later,” you walked over to the man pulling at his blond hair, “if you tell anyone about this ever, I will know and I will cut you into pieces.”

The man wouldn’t see tomorrow anyway.

You walked out of the room with Lloyd trailing after you with a slight pout. He followed you up the bedroom where you undressed yourself.

Standing completely naked in front of him you said, “strip and get on the bed.”

He did as asked and quickly removed all his clothes before laying on the bed while you locked the door.

You picked up his clothes and tossed them in the washing bin, “always gotta clean up after you…” you tsked, “this is how it’s gonna go; you will ask for permission to cum and I until I tell you to, you’re only here to serve me pleasure. Understood?”

“Yes mommy,” he answered, smiling at him you crawled on the bed to sit down on his face.

Rubbing your clit over his nose you whimpered, Lloyd’s tongue darted out licking a stripe along your wet folds. His moustache tickled against your bundle of nerves. He gripped your hips as you rode his face.

You leaned down facing his rock-hard cock, closing your hand around his shaft you feel him throb against your hand, unable to keep his hips from canting upwards.

“Are you that desperate for me to lick your pathetic little dick?” you mocked as pushed your pussy on his face cutting of his breathing, “only good boys deserve to breath, and have you been a good boy?”

Turning your head, you felt his nose move against your clit indicating that he was shaking his head.

Your hand continued rubbing his cock, thumb brushing over his red tip. Lifting your hips, you let him take a breath but the needy little slut he was his tongue never left you pussy.

Lloyd bucked his hips up again with a whine, “oh, are you close? You bad little boy, mommy hasn’t even cum yet, but you think you can?”

Getting no answer you slapped his thigh – though it didn’t hurt him. “I want an answer slut!” you demanded. “No, mommy I don’t think I can cum,” “good boy.”

He worked harder on giving you your release and insert his middle and pointer finger. Curling them inside your throbbing walls, hitting your g-spot. You moaned loudly when your release washed over you.

Lloyd continued fingering you through your orgasm until you lifted your hips.

“Now that you gave mommy such a good orgasm…how about I let you have my pussy?” Lloyd nodded eagerly.

With devilish smile you sank down on his cock giving him an extra loud moan that was sure to be heard in the entire building

Before moving you squeezed him, his lips parted in an ‘O’ shaped as he gave you one of those beautiful moans.

Moving your hips up and down his dick you every spot inside you.

Lloyd gave a whine from his lips before you pressed your walls together around his dick, “god just let me fucking cum!” he moaned and snapped at you. You noticed he was getting impatient after squeezing him when you sank down on him.

His words landed him a slap against his cheek, you stopped moving when you felt his cock stir inside you. “You like it when I slap you? Like being my little bitch?”

The man under you glared up at you, “your little bitch? If anything, you’re mine.” He lifted his upper body ready to turn you over. In a second you slapped his cheek again, “you better check that attitude or you don’t get to come for the next two weeks,” you pushed him back into submission.

“You wanna cum?” you ask with a mocking pout, rocking your hips harder on his pulsing cock. In response he gave you a strained nod, “then tell me you’re my bitch…”

You needed him to say the words. Just like him your release was right there but wanted, needed to come with him. “Tell me, tell mommy you’re her little bitch…” Lloyd had no other choice, you sweet voice, sounds and the faint taste of you on his tongue drove him insane.

If that wasn’t enough Lloyd was turned on by you stepping into your dominant manner. Though he enjoyed your submissive side, he loved to let you take over the control.

Still, he knew it wasn’t easy for you hence him being in control most of the time.

“I’m your little bitch mommy, now please let me cum, let your little bitch cum” His deep voice begging for his release drove you nuts. You were far too shy mostly to step into the dominance but when you did you enjoyed, all the self-doubt went out the window.

The desperate look in your eyes gave him permission to release and you’re bursting with your second orgasm as you felt his hot cum spurt inside your fucked out vagina.

Lloyd groaned deeply as you fell onto his chest, “god I love you,” he chuckled while caressing your back. You giggled in a daze, “I love you too.”

Carefully he moved you from his chest. Standing up he walked to the bathroom to get a wet cloth and got your cotton pj’s from the closet. He watched as his cum dripped from your pussy, biting his lip, “fucking hell….”

Seeing his expression, you pushed more of his cum out, “no, no, don’t push it all out! We gotta make sure I got you pregnant,” Lloyd was set on getting you pregnant the moment he saw you play with a toddler on vacation in Italy.

“If you want me to be pregnant, why do you try to hurt a man in front of a child?” the question caught Lloyd off guard.

He let out a deep sigh, “before I met you, I never wanted children or a family, but now that you're here I do. However it's still hard for me to get out of these habits. I think inside I knew I would never do anything but also that I already done enough to traumatise the child forever. What's wrong with me? I want a child with you so bad, but I just fuck it up!”

You cupped his cheeks when you saw his teary eyes, “Lloyd I know your past and present, I know that you can change. I don't want you to completely throw away who you are because look at us. You are stone cold, an asshole, arrogant, a piece of shit to everyone but me, you are soft, loving, gentle for me. I know you will treat our child with so much love, just like you do with me. Yes, we have to work through this but we can do this together.”

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to forgive him for that even though he wanted a child. However Lloyd was a difficult person and from the moment you met until now had been already much development.

When you met he would have torturously murdered the child and up until now Lloyd hadn't hurt a child in over a year which was progress.

Of course you knew that he would never hurt your child but that didn't mean he was allowed or should hurt other children in any way.

“I love you so much, you're so patient with me that I sometimes believe you're not real...,” he looked dreamily in your eyes as he leaned in for a sweet kiss. A knock on the door however pulled you from the moment.

“Fuck off!” he shouted. “Uh, sir? He said Thomas is in outside of Boston and uh the child–” the guard couldn't finish his sentence due the door being ripped open.

“Let the child go. Make sure she is in good care and finds back to her mother.” Lloyd commanded standing there fully naked.

The guard nodded quickly before walking off.

“I have to get back to work...meet me at pool at 8? And bring your new nail polish so we can decide which one to use next!”

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gracesboo · 12 days

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SHE ⟢ TRENT ALEXANDER-ARNOLD [SOCIAL MEDIA]

synopsis, people knew that trent was in a long-term relationship. but they didn’t know that having an established relationship, meant having your own small family.

author’s note, the pics are not hella descriptive of trent (bc it’s hard to find some good ones with someone whose looking like this man) so be indulgent 😘 my requests are still open!!!! i literally write for everyone lmao (football, wnba or wcbb...) so don't be shy 😇 xx

♪ she — tyler, the creator ft. frank ocean

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user the two girls on tweeter manifested this

user trent does NOT need all this beauty for himself 🙄

user pause… what’s that last slide 😨

user i feel like she’s kind of a gold digger

user she saw him go from nothing to a football star, and you still get to say stuff like that about her? that’s insane bro

user they’re so UGH

szoboszlaidominik ✓ not bubba wearing my jacket 😎

yourusername it must be honoured lmao

user the fuck is a bubba?

user i don’t know why but it feels like we’re missing on something

trentarnold66 ✓ 🐻❤️

yourusername love you lots

user not [your name] babysitting

user imagine it’s her own baby 😨

user there’s NO chance

perrieedwards ✓ gorgeous 😍

yourusername you are 💖

user need me a relationship like theirs

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trentarnold66 ✓ all that i need. happy anniversary my missus ❤️🐻

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user WHO IS THAT DAMN KID

tylerarnold94 bubba needs to share his shoe game

trentarnold66 ✓ me and the missus make sure he’s as stylish as us 🤷🏽

user if THIS ain’t a sign of trent and his gf having a kid i don’t know what is anymore

user the abs 😍😍😍😍😍

user his gf is so fine

trentarnold66 ✓ and mine btw

user YO

user my only preoccupations right now are: who/what is bubba? AND WHO IS THAT CHILD

user y’all are dumb

user are they married?

user no they’re not, they’re just celebrating their five years and trent likes to call her missus all the time (even tho he DIDN’T PUT A RING ON IT)

yourusername yeah tell him bestie 🙄

trentarnold66 ✓ your fingers are full of (my) rings?

yourusername not by the RIGHT one though 🙄

trentarnold66 ✓ 🤣 okay, dw about it

user we need a bubba reveal

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trentarnold66 ✓ okay but did the second pic was necessary?

user yes it was.

trentarnold66 ✓ not me waking up on a sunny tuesday and finding my ass on instagram

yourusername YOUR ass?

trentarnold66 ✓ yes, MINE. all mine actually babe

user the theory 😨😨😨😨😨

user need me a trent in my life

user i think the girl trending on twitter might be right with her theory…

user what theory are you guys talking about???????

user GORGEOUS UGH

virgilvandijk ✓ bubba’s drip 🔥

user THE FUCK IS BUBBA

user i think i might GO INSANE

user not the big ass bouquet of flowers 💔

user killed the whole garden for his girl 😍

user at this point i’m not even questioning that kid’s presence anymore. they probably kidnapped him or whatever 🤷‍♀️

user day 18299201 of asking a bubba reveal

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trentarnold66 ✓ updated his instagram story !

[caption 1: bubba looking fine with his new haircut 🔥][caption 2: gotta keep the dino safe 🤣]

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trentarnold66 ✓ so, i think it’s time for everyone to know about my biggest and greatest achievement, the little person i am most proud of and grateful for. my son.

my missus does not need to justify herself regarding the fact that we decided to keep the birth of our child, and a small part of his childhood, hidden from the media.

but i think that i, personally, as a public figure and as a father, should however address something to you. not explain, because keeping my son away from the world was the best decision ever and that i do not need to justify myself about it. but address it, because i want to clarify things.

firstly, i’d like to thank my woman for bringing this little human to the world. for letting me become a dad and a better man everyday, but also for letting me show our son to the world and let people know about him. i love you with all my heart.

this is not a little decision, it is a big one, but we will assume all the responsibilities of it.

even though you all, now, know about our boy’s existence, we decided to not show you his face for privacy reasons. and this fact might not change unless we actually communicate it with y’all. so, please, we ask you to, if you have the opportunity to see it, not share pictures of our child without our consent (or it will lead to legal proceedings) and to respect our choice and privacy.

i am a public figure, my own face and appearance are plastered all over the internet, and it is my choice, but my kid’s face does not need to be all over it too.

i hope that you’ll understand our point of view, and respect my girl and kid’s privacy just like you want people to respect yours.

thank you again for your support,

trent. 🐻❤️

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user OH MY DAYS WHAT

szoboszlaidominik ✓ the happiest uncle right there

darwin_n9 ✓ 🙏🏻❤️

user i am actually in shock

user they’re a little bit too much i think

user have a kid while you’re a whole football superstar and then come yap about it

virgilvandijk ✓ congratulations to my favourite people (again 🤣) ❤️

user RUE

user WHEN WAS THIS

user they have fbi superpowers

user not them hiding a kid for THREE WHOLE YEARS

user this needs to be on the newspaper 😨

user gotta talk about this to my therapist guys…

user already on it

user THERE WERE SO MANY SIGNS WE’RE JUST DUMB

liverpoolfc ✓ sending all our love 🤍

user i think that girl who was trending on twitter for her theory might be a witch or something ‼️

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trentarnold66 ✓ you know i love you more

yourusername i know 😜

user TRENT’S IN A RELATIONSHIP?

user you’re 5 years late boo…

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Attack Of The Winter Wolf: Prologue

Summary- 7.1k Alpha Steve x Little One Reader. The Alpha gets upsetting news from Natasha. Not ready to share yet, when you want to leave the compound for a quick errand, Steve asks you not to. Thinking it was all settled, he is caught by surprise that you chose to do the opposite instead.

Warnings- Alpha and Little One getting into a heated argument. Also some furniture might have some damage due to the Alphas strength.

A/N- Hello everyone! I’m excited for the next installment following Welcome To The Pack and hope sincerely that you all enjoy the continued life of Alpha and Little One. You all have been so supportive and encouraging. I really love all your thoughts and suggestions when it comes to this series. I welcome and encourage them, please don’t hesitate to drop a message. Wolf Picture Request at bottom by @bostongirl13. Thank you for sending in the inspiration babes.Divider made by @firefly-graphics, be sure to check out her selection. Much Love and Happy Howling. 💙🐺

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Steve was in the bedroom closet, finding the clothes he needed for spending a day out in the snow, the temperature dropping low for even the shifters' naturally heated bodies. Just as he was finishing buttoning the last shirt over the layers, his cell phone chirped with a message from Natasha. Quick to go check it, knowing that she was slowly making her way back to the area after tracking there missing packmates all over the country the past few months. The Alpha was looking forward to her either returning home for a while or having some good news to pass on. Unfortunately her message made his good mood quick to turn to one of worry, as it was short and vague.

S, call me.

Quick he pulled up her number and not even a single ring issued when Natasha answered with her usual “Rogers.”

“What's going on Nat?”

“Well I’m closer than you think. Another pack was destroyed overnight. Barely any survivors, Alpha missing.” She continued on, the details worrying him further.

“So what… Do you have any idea of who it is? Is it…” Steve didn't even want to voice it. Didn't want to think it could be his best friend and his missing members of his pack. Natasha was quiet on the other end before she started calmly, clearly having thought of how to answer this.

“I can’t say for sure Steve, but the trail I’m following keeps intersecting these attacks. Everyone I’ve seen is brutal destruction and we both know he has the power himself to do that. Let alone with someone as strong as Wanda, Pietro and Clint.”

Steve felt his throat tighten a bit at the news, the Alpha hyper aware now, wanting to check their borders for any signs of intrusion. It was an inner war, he wanted his family back and safe, but it sounded like they were a danger to all of them now if what she was saying was true.

“Okay, I hear you. If you come closer let me know. Stay safe.”

“Warn the pack Steve.” Natasha left with that last warning before hanging up and Steve sighed, pocketing his phone and rubbing at his face for a moment, worried about what this all meant.

You were currently searching the cupboard for sugar. Out of everything to run out of. You thought to yourself as your hands fell to your hips and you scowled a bit at your situation. Going to the fridge, you added yet this other thing to your long list of supplies needed. Absently your hand went into the box of Cap’n Crunch you had been snacking on. For whatever reason it became your go to comfort food after a Heat, which you just finished. That too was empty.

Another thing on the list, another reason to go to town.

Jotting it down, Steve was messing with the buttons on his flannel, and you side eyed him a moment. The Little Wolf, still feeling the lasting effects of the heat immediately perked up sensing the Alpha nearby.

It's because he’s wearing extra clothes, down girl.

The Little Wolf purred instead, her head resting on her paws while admiring her Alpha across the room while he was making his way through the living area to the kitchen.

You were still standing at the list, chewing your lip while Steve brushed past you, taking a nip at your neck on the way to the coffee pot. “What are you thinking so hard about Little One?”

“We are just about out of everything. I know it snowed heavily last night, but I could take the truck down easily and take care of it while you are up at the lumber yard?”

Steve paused a moment, the phone call he just had with Natasha replaying in his mind. Pouring the majority of the pot in a thermos, he flicked off the coffee maker and placed the last of the coffee in a mug for you, pushing it in your hand. “How about we go tonight when I get back. I don't want you on the roads alone.”

You gave a shrug as if it wasn't a big deal but Steve caught your chin, looking in your eyes.

I'm not commanding her.

<Then you should tell her why> The Alpha countered and Steve internally growled at his wolf.

She doesn't need to worry about it. Steve was sure to keep the bond cut off between the two of them so the Alpha didn't pass over. The Wolf bristled and Steve could feel the hairs on his neck stand up, but he didn't have the time. He was doing what he felt was right in the moment, as he wanted to be able to really discuss it with you and how to approach it with the rest of the Pack. Perhaps a bit of him was just not wanting to break the blissful peace bubble. “Wait till I get back, please? I won't be too late.” Placing a kiss on your lips, sure to nip on your bottom lip in an apology to the small huff you pressed into the kiss and let you go to grab his jacket, his phone ringing. Before you got another word, he dug it out of his jean pockets and scowled at it. “Shit… Okay, I really gotta go Little One, I will see you tonight. We can go out to dinner so don't have to cook.” And then he was gone, leaving you there with your list and a hot cup of coffee in your hand.

Your hand fell to your hip and you sighed. “What even just happened?” The Little Wolf stretched and started grooming herself now that she wasn’t distracted by her Alpha nearby.

You grumbled at how slick your Alpha was.

The morning wore on, you have done everything you could think of around the house when finally you felt cooped up. Working your lip, you make a decision to go anyways, sure that the only reason Steve wanted you to stay was because of the possible snow on the roads. But by now they should all be plowed and cleared.

Your Little Wolf stirred awake while you went to shrug into a jacket and headed out the door towards the garage to get one of the trucks. <I thought Steve wanted us to stay home?>

He did, but it's not all that bad out now. Your eyes wandered up to the bright sun. Looks could be deceiving, as warm as the sun looked, it gave no warmth on that winter day. Ducking into the garage, you grab a pair of keys off the pegboard and reading the label, you figure out the pickup that they went to. The Little Wolf started kneading her paws a bit while pacing, flicking her ears back and forth in a bit of unease.

It will be okay, calm down, would ya? You retorted while starting up the truck and was soon pulling out of the garage and turning onto the road heading down the mountain.

Halfway down the road though the truck started to shudder and whine, stalling out. Your foot shifted from the gas to the brake to start to ease it to a slow while it kept jerking. “What the fuck.” You growled out, the wheel jerking as if it wanted to do the opposite. But you weren't having it, and with a final pull, the truck shuddered to the side of the road, giving an exhausted sigh before it cut off dead.

“I can’t believe this.” You sputtered while trying the key, which resulted in a pathetic whine from the engine and then completely dead again. Slamming your hands against the wheel in frustration for a moment, you felt your pockets for your phone, but of course it just occurred to you that it was charging, on your nightstand. The Little Wolf paced back and forth since you were agitated, huffing out without saying anything. You snapped before she even could.

I know… Just our luck the truck breaks down this time. You don't have to say anything.

<I wasn't going to> She retorted and retreated into your subconscious, leaving it quiet in your mind. Grabbing your bag, you got out of the truck after leaving the hazard lights on and debated just making the shift and letting the Little Wolf take you back home.

A truck pulled up alongside of you and one of the pack members rolled down his window, an older wolf named John. “Y/N, you okay?”

“Yea, the truck broke down.” You motioned over your shoulder towards the truck now useless on the side of the road. John craned a look over his shoulder.

“How about I bring you back up? I can have it hauled back up once we get back.”

Breaking out in a relieved grin, you made your way around, and soon enough John was dropping you back off in front of home. Making your way inside, you kicked off your boots and went to go change back into comfy clothes.

Steve was rubbing his hands together while they got another truck loaded and the chains in place. His hand rubbed appreciative at the base of the tree, the rich maple with its rings. It was always one of his favorite woods to work with. But this order was being made into premium wood for sale across the country. Giving Sam the thumbs up they could pull out, he watched the truck leave the plot when his cell phone rang. Digging it out, he had hoped it was his Girl, just to talk to you and hear your voice. But the number was one of the pack members, which he promptly answered.

“Hey John, whats up?” Steve asked as he started towards the next load.

“Oh just wanting to let you know I'm taking the Mater. Your missus was driving down to the store and it broke down on her.” That's when Steve’s footstep faltered.

“Where is she now? Why didn't she call me?” Steve’s voice sharpened, demanding answers from John.

“She’s back home, I just dropped her off. I'm sure she will be calling you soon Alpha.”

He immediately turned from his original goal, softening his voice while talking to John. “I'm sure, thank you for giving me a heads up. I will catch up later to take a look at the truck.” Passing by one of his crew, he passed along that he had to head home and that they should get the last truck loaded for the day.

You had just changed into your sweatpants and hoodie when you went to grab your phone and dialed Steve’s number. But it just went to voicemail, which you left him one asking him to give you a call back.

It wasn’t needed, because moments later the front door slammed shut and Steve’s voice bellowed out your name. “Y/N, where are you?”

You hopped up from the bed to go greet him but the Little Wolf whined in warning, lowering as she picked up his tone. You didn't hesitate though, holding up your phone. “Hey I was just leaving you a message.”

“Uh, a bit late isn't it?” Steve's hands fell to his hips, his tone leveled as he looked down at the counter a moment and then lifted back up to you, his eyes blue fire at the moment. You wanted to drop back a moment, which you did. But then you hitched your chin up.

“Your phone was off Steve.”

“Why were you even out Little One?” He snapped and you winced at the use of his name for you. “I said to wait for me.”

“Steve, you are overreacting. It was only a few miles down the road and John gave me a ride home.” You folded your arms over your chest and straightened a bit to keep from making yourself smaller and look like you were subduing to him.

That didn't deter your mate though. “You went out after I said not to.” Steve growled from deep in his chest, his fingers gripping the kitchen island till his knuckles went white and the wood groaned in protest while his fingers made permanent dents along the edge. Subtle but there. “How do you want me to react to that Y/N? You could have been hurt, gone off the road. You didn’t even have your fucking phone on you.”

“Stop talking to me like I'm a child Steve.” You snapped back at him, feeling your temper rising and the Little Wolf pacing around, whining sharply in distress. Your arms hugged around yourself in a protective manner, but you wouldn't shy away from this, not like you might have in the past. You weren't just some pack member, you were his mate. Your chin lifted a bit in defiance, holding onto that fact that if anyone got to defy the Alpha, it was you. “Might have forgotten, but I'm a grown damn woman who can make her own decisions.”

With that he turned, advancing on you. A shiver ran through your body at how menacing he looked, his features set in harshness, broad shoulder and a stagger to his stride as he crossed the rooms to reach you. “You sure as fuck didn’t act like it when you took the keys hanging on the peg. The truck that only half works, lucky it even had fucking snow tires on it or else you would be down the side of the mountain. Not to mention who might have come across you.” The Alpha was raging in Steve’s mind at your recklessness, that this new threat he had not entirely come clean to you about could have been out there, ready to just take you away from him.

“How the fuck was I supposed to know that specific truck was being repaired on? Seems like half the shit here is constantly getting fixed.” You bit back in anger, not actually meaning it, but you didn't want to fess up to you being wrong, and he was right. Not yet anyways. “And what's that supposed to mean? Who would come for me Steve? Hmm?” You rounded on him, stepping up to poke your finger in his chest just to piss him off that much more.

The taps against his chest didn't phase him any, he had much worse with his ex and some part of him was a bit shocked at how you were arguing back with him, knowing that months ago you wouldn't have dared to out of fear. Now here you were, fighting back without hesitation. “You didn't answer me about the phone Y/N, You couldn't even call me to tell me that the truck broke down the side of the road. What the fucks the point of having it if you are not even going to use it? What would you have done if John wasn't coming back up? You didn’t even tell me you were leaving, just fucking left without so much as a-”

Your own temper was rising the more he spoke, effectively feeling like he was treating you like a child, not his partner. Your eyes rolled at him while snapping your teeth in a snarl. “Oh I don't know Steve, guess I could have shifted and strolled home. Or am I even allowed to do that, Alpha?” You knew it was a low blow, implying that Steve really restricted you from anything. He hadn't even made it a command for you to follow, he simply said this morning to stay home. No impulse for you to follow behind it. But at this point you weren't thinking that. “I forgot the fucking phone this one time Steve.”

That little eyeroll of yours had Steve’s temples throbbing at that point. Sure that his blood pressure was rising just as fast as this conversation between them was. Your dismissal at the dangers you had put yourself in made him grit his teeth trying to keep from shouting at you. “You’re an Omega Y/N, the Alpha’s Omega who was just out of heat. Any shifter outside of the pack could have smelled that and went out of control.” Now he was shouting, a deep rage burning in his chest. “You never think of your safety Y/N!”

You glared at him, shaking in your anger at your mates brashness in belittling you. “You don’t think I don't know that Steve?” You yanked the collar of your shirt to show off a faded scar, satisfied as you saw some of the rage shrink from his face seeing the mark on you, turning to guilt at his accusation. Your voice was raised just as much as his was at this point. “Trust me, I won't forget how people can be.” You let go of your collar and tug it back in place. “Not ever. Not even those we should trust.”

Steve growled out and whipped away from you, fisting his hand in his hair for a moment in frustration. “You know that's not what I mean Little One.”

“But you still said it, and you can't take back words Alpha. No matter how much you want to.” You wiped at the angered tears on your face and breathed out. “I gotta get out of here, I can't breathe.”

This turned Steve around just as quickly, his brows arched. “Where the hell are you going?” He asked as you were tugging on your coat and stuffing your feet in your boots.

“Out, away. Natasha’s. Just as long as you are not there. I need space right now from you.” All you knew was you wanted to be alone and was opening the door when Steve planted a palm against the wood, shoving it shut again. “Let me the fuck out Steve, Now.” You pushed against his chest, and this time he didn't resist, stepping back as you opened the door and slammed it behind you, trudging off the porch. Steve was quick to follow you out. Standing on the porch while watching you walk away. Any nearby packmates openly stared at the scene in shock, for they had never heard Steve and You shout at one another.

You flinched when you heard Steve snarl in rage and the snapping of railing on the porch, but you didn't look back while holding your head up high, making your way past others before you snapped out at them. “Don't you have something you should be doing?” Which set off the flurry of activity again until you made your way across the compound to Natasha’s and let yourself in, shutting the Pack and Steve away for now.

Steve could feel himself losing patience with himself. He went back inside and slammed his door hard enough to rattle the cabin windows, locking himself away from the world for the moment.

It wasn't long till it spread to the others that the Alpha and his Little One were fighting. Sara was the first to approach Natasha cabin, softly knocking on the door. “Y/N? Can I come in?” she waited, listening intently, but heard nothing that invited her to come in. Defeated, she retreated back to her home, shaking her head at Sam.

Sam tried next with Steve, less subtle then his mate had been. His fist pounded against the door, bellowing Steve’s name. When there isn't an answer, he went around to the back to see Steve brooding on the back deck overlooking the lake. Making his way towards the Alpha, who was leaning forward, his elbows planted on his knees, and his hands fisted together that he had his mouth pressed against as if lost in thought, Sam was careful in his approach. Everything vibrating from him said caution to Sam. Leaning against a railing, Sam cleared his throat. “Sara sent me over to come check on ya.”

Steve just grunted in response, his eyes not breaking from the lake.

“Gotta say man, that was quite the argument you two had.” Sam shifted a bit, hoping Steve would snap out of it and respond, but the Alpha didn't make any notion he was paying attention. “Y/N wouldn't answer the door, we figured she was still cooling off. Wanna talk about what is going on between you two?”

Steve finally sighed and shifted to lean back, his legs stretching out before him. “She was reckless, not taking her safety into account. Anything could have happened. There are rogue wolves possibly in the area. She didn't have her phone.” Steve just released his frustrations up in the air and Sam cocked his brow.

“Okay, and what? you lost your temper? Did she even know there was anything for her to worry about such as rogue packs?” Sam nailed it on the head and Steve clenched his jaw, glaring at his friend. “Don’t give me that look, what's the first thing you did? What you have done in the past I bet. Instead of talking, you let your worry and anger take over.” He shrugged a bit.

“Fuck off Sam, I don’t need this shit.” Steve growled at him and Sam put up his hands to placate him.

“Just give it some thought Steve. Of course you had every right to be worried as hell, I would have been furious and scared if it had been Sara. Hell that had been Sara a time or two, just like I have done dumb shit with her. Just remember who Y/N is before you lay out your anger on her man. Maybe tell her why you were so pissed off in the first place.” Sam shifted from where he was leaning against the railing and started back down the steps, letting the Alpha sit with his words.

After the silence got to deafening, Steve pulled to a stand. Shedding his clothes on the porch, he was quick to shift to the Alpha. Shaking his fur out and stretching his head back to get his muscles stretched, he bounded off the porch and disappeared from sight into the forest.

Sara waited another day. But the rumors of you locking yourself in the cabin and the Alpha disappearing overnight into the forest had made the rumors become crazier with every passing word. Within a night the word was that you were leaving the pack and Steve was going to cut the bond.

So Sara made her way up the steps again, this time she knocked loudly and waited. She heard a shuffle, but no answer. “That’s it Y/N, I'm coming in.” And with a twist of the door handle, Sara walked in and looked around the dim room before she went over to the main window and pushed the curtains to open and let the light in. There was a groan from the couch, in which Sara twisted to see you wrapped in a blanket. As well as a bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “Oh girl, what are you doing?”

You groaned at her words and hid your head when Sara approached, removing the bottle and taking a whiff of it before wrinkling her nose. “Fuck I forgot that Nat liked this shit.” She muttered while going to pour the last fourth of the bottle down the sink.

“What are you doing here Sara?” You groaned while flipping the blanket off your head, and she rinsed the bottle before putting it in the recycling.

“Think it's obvious, coming to make sure you are okay. Be a girlfriend, let you cry on my shoulder about how annoying your man is, all that good stuff. Then tell you to get your shit together and go home.” She stated as she worked on getting the coffee pot started, searching Natasha’s cupboards till she could find what she was looking for.

“Oh is that how it goes.” You blinked your eyes trying to adjust to the light. “But I assure you I'm fine.”

“Right, why you and Steve had a shouting match the whole pack is talking about, and for the first time ever you slept away from Steve’s. Sounds fine to me.” Sara listed off while measuring the coffee and starting it. She twisted to lean against the counter, looking at you as you shuffled into the kitchen, rumbled clothes and tried patting down your hair while trying to look perfectly fine even though you had red rimmed eyes.

“Okay… we had an argument.” You sniffled a bit, your Little Wolf brushing against you to make you feel better.

Sara gave a sympathetic smile and circled an arm around you while you rested your head against her shoulder. “Actually a big one and he hasn't tried to come over and anything. Last night I was so damn mad at him I drank most that vodka wanting to yell at him more, and now I have a raging headache and don't know what to do.”

Giving a rub on your back, Sara let you go to pour you a cup of coffee and pressed it into your hands while leading you back to sit down. “Talk to him. Steve might be hard headed but once he cools down, he typically can be reasoned with.”

You stared down in your coffee cup, going to sip from it and take out some of the pounding from behind your eyes. “Ugh, never let me rage drink again.”

Sara snorted a bit. “Girl, you go to rage drink, you best be coming to get me for that.” She teased and nudged you lightly with her shoulder, which you chuckled softly.

“So everyone heard us huh?” You groaned out and she nodded.

“Heard it and added to it. Right now everyone thinks Steve kicked you out and that you're leaving for good once you got your shit packed. What happened anyways?”

You shrugged. “Honestly, I didn't think that it was going to be a big deal. Steve wanted to come to town with me because he was nervous about the snow, he claimed. But it was just a quick trip to grab some groceries. So I didn't think he would really care. Grabbed the keys, of course to the truck that he and Sam had been working on, it broke down the side of the road. Forgot my phone, since it was just a quick trip. Luckily Jonathan was headed back up and gave me a ride. He called Steve to let him know.”

Sara listened, once in a while patting your knee with sympathy or shaking her head. The she wolf knew the Alpha was over protective of those he considered his, but You hadn't even made it off the mountain. Only going a few miles at that point when the truck had broken down. “I can see why you would be mad at Steve. He didn’t need to go off like that and let his temper get the best of him.”

You wrinkled your nose while picking at your fingers. It felt really unnatural to you to be staying at Natasha’s, really just wanting to go back home now. But you had no idea if Steve was still mad at you or not. That was the worst feeling, thinking that your mate was angry at you. “I know he was just looking out for me but fuck it made me feel stupid, like a burden to him that he has to take care of me all the time. I still don’t even know why he is really all that mad. Sure forgetting the cell phone was stupid on my part, but plenty of the pack travel on that road. It was minutes before I was found and helped.” You rubbed at your face. “So the pack is really worried we will split up?”

What if some of the rumors are true? Your thoughts darkened and the Little Wolf rumbled a bit to make herself known.

<Don’t. You know better than that.>

Well he was really mad, what if-

<Y/N, shut it down now.> She snapped out while pushing up to make a stand against your negative thoughts swirling. <Steve didn’t even make you leave. You walked over here to cool off.>

Sara spoke up, drawing your attention back to her. “You know how rumors go. They catch any trouble in paradise kind of thing and it blows up.” She scooted over closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “You both have cooled off. Maybe it's time to go back home and talk to him? I'm sure he misses you as much as you miss him.”

The Alpha dodged off the usual trails he followed not wanting to come across any others that might be stretching their legs and started making his own through the heavy February snow. He didn't wander far though, because he felt your sorrow on your shared bond. It made his ears flatten against his skull and his staggering gait circled him back towards where he knew you were several times during the night, sure to check on Natasha’s several time to be sure you were safe. Even now he could catch the scent of you from the cabin that didn't belong there. It belonged at his cabin, with him. Where he could wake up and bury his nose in your neck, and feel your soft body welcome him. Where you sang in his kitchen unaware he was listening. Or curl up on the deck with your book pretending to read, but you were having private conversations with the birds and squirrels coming to the feeders, lost in your own little world. Again he circled Natasha’s cabin, his muzzle lifted to try to find you again, his ears twisting back and forth, searching you out. Your voice was muffled with another’s, but it was there and the Alpha sighed.

He hated the temper that flared so strongly and suddenly. Yes he was upset and his fear at how reckless you had been had flared into this ugly thing that pushed you away. Now it was time for him to make it right, bring you home. Pacing around the cabin, he paused at the steps and settled down to sit. The Alpha let himself sink into the bond, reaching out to meet his Little One gently. He felt when You were aware he was close, the sadness easing a bit but still cautious.

You paused what you were saying when warmth blossomed through you and a bit of a foreign ache. Sara tilted her head watching you as your jaw snapped shut and you rubbed at your arms. “Y/N? What is it?”

“Steve is close.” You said under your breath and Sara gave a small knowing smile, being familiar with that sensation with Sam.

A deep howl started just outside of Natasha’s front door and you felt a rush rise up in your throat, the Little Wolf aching to answer him back. You went to the front door and eased it open to see the large Silver Wolf singing at the door, when he heard the creek of the door open, he gave a slight thump of his tail against the packed snow and tilted his head looking at you. Folding your arms over your chest, you stepped out further with a soft.

“Alpha, what are you doing here?”

He pushed to a stand and gave you a play bow, his tail curling over his back while swaying in a wag, enticing you to join him. You went down the few steps and he mouthed your hand, tugging it gently to join him. Running your hand over his head, your hand rubbing deeply at his softer ears and giggling when you saw him get a blissed look at your touch, you shook your head. “Okay okay.” Quickly you tugged off your clothes, tossing them behind you. Which Steve leaped up to catch, still very much in a playful manner till the front of Natasha’s place was littered with your clothes and the Little Wolf was prancing around the Alpha, who was nipping at you twisting around to keep up with her.

Sara stepped out onto the porch, leaning against the railing watching the two of you play with one another, chuckling when Steve rolled you to your back and stood over you stiff legged, which you played as the good little submissive wolf, nuzzling under his chin and whimpering. It lasted all of five seconds before you heaved against him to knock him off balance and twisted to bolt off, leaving the Alpha chasing after you out of sight. The woman shook her head with a snort at the two of you and proceeded down the steps to gather your abandoned clothes to take back to your proper cabin. Making sure Natasha’s place was closed back up.

On her way towards Steve’s, Sam caught up to her with an arm around her shoulder. “I see it worked.” He grinned and she leaned slightly into her mate, letting his scent and warmth surround her.

“Of course it did, they are both just too damn stubborn and needed a slight push.” Sara said as she started up the stairs and let them in to drop Y/N clothes on the coffee table, turning towards her mate and wrapping her arms around him. “Were we ever like that in the beginning?” Sara wriggled her brows teasing and Sam let his hands rest on her hips, pulling her in closer, chaining nips and kisses over her face till she was nuzzling into him.

“Babygirl, of course we are still like that. Remember last week?”

Sara smacked against his chest with a laugh and pushed against Sam to get them back out the door. “You are such a pain in my ass Wilson.”

“Yet you keep me around still.” He grinned while they left, both of them feeling accomplished that Steve and You were now interacting once again.

“For now, till I find me another stud.” Sara shrugged and Sam tickled her sides to get her laughing.

You paced along the tops of frozen snowdrifts, Steve following along nearby but not risking to follow you into the deeper snow as he was much heavier and would sink where you wouldn't. He kept up easily with you though, familiar with where you were leading him and when you rolled off the embankment to land next to him, he took over. Nudging you with his muzzle and steering you towards the thinning trees, you both broke out onto one of the lake's beaches.

Here the wind picked up, lifting loose snow to twirl around across the ice that the lake had turned into. You both bounded onto the lake, chasing after the swirls of snow with snapping jaws and bounding leaps into the air. Powered haunches folded underneath you before you leaped into the air, landing heavily on your forepaws and rolling into a run which the Alpha streaked past you and dug in his claws to keep from slipping too much. He was quick to turn back though and slide alongside you, this time you picked the way you two traveled together, slowing down to an easy going lope. It wasn't long till you both ended at another beach further away from the compound. This one scattered with old weathered logs that you balanced beamed along, Steve jumping over them easily till you both circled back into the forest that was muffled with fresh snowfall.

Easing you both back home, when you hit the deck and scrambled up the steps, the Alpha was right behind you and shifting to ease open the door leading into the bedroom, which you were quick to run into the bathroom and shifted back yourself to turn on the hot water.

Steve silently joined you in there, the both of you stepping under the hot water. Steve twisted your back to his chest, sliding chilly hands along your skin while you tilted your head back into the water, sighing as the heat felt good on your chilly body. He dropped a kiss to your shoulder while grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting a generous amount on his palm.

“Step out of the water Little One.” He rumbled and you obliged, his hands working the soap into suds and massaging into your scalp. You sunk into that relaxed state where you let Steve simply take care of you, moving the way he eased you back and forth in the water.

Steve rumbled gently with content now that his Little One was back with him, knowing he was going to have to tell you why he snapped in anger. But right now having your trust was everything and he did his best to make sure you had just what you needed. Even needing to do the same for him when you turned and insisted on washing him.

The soap foamed against his chest as you followed the familiar path you've traced countless times now while talking in bed, pressing in close and back up to wrap your arms around his neck and hug yourself in close, nuzzling in against his neck. It wasn't sexual in nature, just the desire to be close, your fingers skating over his upper back and sighing against him as his warmth and scent wafted over you, making you feel calm for the first time in a couple days. “Little One, we should probably get out.” He left off the ‘and talk’ but you knew that it had to happen. With a nod, you back up for him to rinse off.

Afterwards he twisted the knobs off so they could dry off. Gathering a fluffy towel, he whisked it over your body till the majority of your skin was dry. He might have left a few tempting drops on your shoulder that he lapped off with a stroke of his tongue, just further marking you as his.

Once you both left the bathroom, Steve eased into his leather chair across the room, and tugged you into his lap, his hands soothingly stroking your thigh. You let your arm ease around his neck, watching as he traced your legs with the gentlest touch, you never would have known those hands could be capable of anything else. “I'm sorry I left Alpha. I didn't mean to make you worry.” You broke the silence and cold blue eyes lifted to warm looking at you, the furrows between his eyes deepening which you smoothed a thumb over to smooth back out, make him relax. He caught your wrist and brought your fingers down to his lips, just pressing them against your fingers till he sighed against your fingertips.

He needed to tell you because you deserved to know. “Little One, I wouldn't have normally reacted that way. Just that morning Natasha called me to tell me some news that had me worried and I should have told you. I was trying to spare you from worrying.”

Now it was your turn to furrow your brow, a bit of a frown tugging on your mouth as you pulled your hand back from him to rest your hand against his chest. “What? What did she tell you?”

You could see his jaw clench a bit, hating that this perfect bubble that your lives had been since Pierce would be taken away. Tilting your head forward, you nudge your nose against his, and his forehead leaned against yours a few seconds till he drew back to speak. “Some rogue wolves are taking out Alphas. There are some survivors but the packs get destroyed in the process. Natasha keeps running across the attacks while tracking Bucky and the others.”

You gasped out, your eyes widening in surprise. “You don’t think it could be…?” You drifted off, not even wanting to say the words and Steve shook his head.

“I really don't know Little One. Fuck I hope not. But Natasha said that they were efficient in their attacks. Bucky and Clint both have the training for it. Wanda and Pietro are powerful in ways beyond being shifters. I need to talk to the rest of the Pack. Especially since they are heading this way, warn others in the area.”

You nodded, your touch against his chest feeling the vibrations of the rumbles of unease rising from his chest. “Means you will have to contact Stark.”

Steve sighed, resting his hand against your hip and sliding you in closer till you laid your head on his shoulder. “He would do the same for me.” Since the incident last fall, Steve and Tony had kept away from each other, well within their respective boundaries, but Steve wouldn't let that keep him from warning him of the imposing danger.

“What do you think the whole Council will do?” You questioned next.

Steve couldn't help the growl that escaped him then, the Alpha mimicking it himself with great distaste at the supposed council that was supposed to help the Packs.

“Whatever the fuck they want I suppose. As long as they don’t try to interfere with us.” He rumbled out and you shifted in to bite gently on your mark at the crook of his neck and shoulder, giving a gentle lap of tongue to calm your mate once more. The Little Wolf crossed the bond to be closer to the Alpha, nuzzling the growling intimidating beast till he settled back down. “When I found out you were gone… Fuck Y/N, all I could think of was what if something happened to you.” He sighed out his confession now to his anger and you let it sink in, thinking of how it had affected him. You had heard what had happened when Pierce had injected you and you went under. Steve lost his tight control and almost attacked anyone coming close to you, if it wasn't for Bucky, who knows what would have happened then.

You cupped his face and turned him towards you, kissing him slowly, drawing it out while you poured your love for him into it. “Thank you for finally telling me, I understand now why you were so upset.”

Steve sighed against your mouth, inhaling your scent like a healing balm to his fears at what might be coming to their borders. “I will do better I promise Little One.”

You simply hugged around him tighter and committed how he felt to memory, all that power kept in check against you. “We both will Steve.”

#attack of the winter wolf #alpha steve x little one #amber writes #sweater writes #the pack #steve rogers au #shifter steve rogers

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By Your Doorstep (Part 7)

Summary: The reader spends her first Thanksgiving with Dean and his friends and she and Dean grow closer as a couple. But things change when a knock on the door happens one night...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

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Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, bad parenting, past child abuse, violence, blackmail

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

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Reader’s POV

Two Days Later

“We’re here!” called Dean as you followed him inside of his friend’s Donna and Benny’s house. Sam helped Toast navigate the cluster of shoes by the door as Tessa stepped in.

“About time you Winchesters got here,” said a man poking his head out from down a hall. “Hey, somebody’s looking better.”

“Are you that firefighter?” asked Tessa.

“At your service,” he said as he walked over. “Benjamin Laffetite. My friends call me Benny.”

“Aw, he is like a big teddy bear, Dean,” you said. Benny gave Dean a side eye but smiled. “Nice to meet you in person. We missed you at the last party Dean had.”

“Likewise. Me and the missus were out of town. Come on ladies. Let these two handle the bags,” he said as Toast ran up and sniffed him. “Well aren’t you adorable? What’s your name?”

“Toast. He’s my service dog. Kinda,” said Tessa.

“We’ll save him a slice of turkey,” said Benny as he pet him. “Hey you single kid?”

“Benny,” said Dean with a sigh.

“Jack’s here,” said Benny before he turned the two of you. “He’s our buddy Cas’ little cousin. 18. Freshman at Elmdale. He’s got that whole sweetly naive innocent thing going on for him.”

“Benny!” said a young looking guy in a hoodie standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

“Speak of the devil. Hey, Jackie, come say hi to this chick out of your league. Give you some practice talking to girls,” said Benny with a smirk.

“Hi. He’s an ass,” said Jack before Toast wandered over to him. “This your dog?”

“Yeah,” she said as Toast started to lick him. “He likes you.”

She gave you a look and you waved for her to take off, Benny chuckling to himself.

“Always gotta harass the kids, don’t you, Benny,” said Dean. The boys exchanged quick hugs and Benny let out a big laugh.

“Well since Sammy got big enough to beat me up I had to pick easier targets,” said Benny. He gave you a smile and threw his arm over your shoulders. “I got this one boys.”

“Benny…” said Dean as Benny walked off with you. “Play nice.”

“Don’t I always?” he said. He showed you into a kitchen and stopped next to a blonde working over the stove. “Y/N this is my lovely gal, Donna. Deano set us up a few years back.”

“Oh you’re adorable,” she said, ditching a spoon in a pot before giving you a big hug.

“She’s a hugger,” said Benny as he took over the stove.

“We haven’t seen Dean in months. We were starting to think he fell off the face of the earth,” she said.

“Sorry. We uh, we’ve been busy with a lot lately,” you said, getting an eye roll from her.

“Don’t apologize. He is head over heels for you,” she said. “But I will fuck you up if you hurt him, okay?”

“Permission granted,” you said.

“Donna, she’s almost kicked ass for me before,” said Dean as he and Sam carried in two casserole dishes.

“Then she doesn’t have to worry, does she? So you a beer or wine kinda gal?” she asked.

“She likes bourbon,” said Cas as he walked in with a plate full of bugles held strangely close to his face.

“Why are you so weird buddy?” chuckled Dean, slapping Cas on the back. “Everybody else knows Y/N and Tessa for the most part.”

“I’ll take a beer for now,” you said. You followed Dean into the garage and grabbed a bottle from the cooler, a goofy smile crossing his face. “What?”

“I’m really happy you’re here is all,” he said. You set the beer down on the cooler and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, smiling back at him.

“I really like when you’re happy.” He blushed a little as your nose grazed his. His eyes kept lock with yours though and you smiled as you saw the creases near them from his own. “I think I might be falling for you or something Winchester.”

“Fancy that. I could say the exact same,” he said. “The deranged woman shouting toast in the neighborhood.”

“The man who fell on his ass on my front porch,” you said. He giggled and you immediately kissed him, Dean pulling you flush against himself. “That just might be the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life.”

He grinned and you both heard the door open, Tessa coming out and digging around in a cooler for a soda. She looked a little tired as you picked up your and Dean’s beers, Dean ruffling her head slightly. She shut her eyes and you both smiled.

“You’re still recovering. Take it easy if you need to,” he said.

“I know,” she hummed. She straightened up when Jack came out to get a drink, Tessa ducking back inside where it was warmer.

“Jack,” said Dean with a whistle. “Why don’t you and Tessa go sit down and watch some football? Something easy going.”

“She likes football?” he asked.

“She got sick a few days ago and needs some rest is all,” you said. “But you don’t have to-”

“No that’s totally cool,” he said with a smile.

“She is out of your league, Jack. Also in highschool,” said Dean. Jack held up his hands and Dean chuckled as he walked out. “Don’t worry about him. He’s the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.”

“Cas always brags about him. I figured he wouldn’t be like, an asshole,” you said. “So he’s like Cas’ nephew, right?”

“Technically, yes. Legally, he’s his kid. Cas’ whole family is full of nutjobs. Jack’s dad isn’t a great guy. Cas took custody of Jack about two years ago.”

“You ever talk to him about...taking charge before you’re ready?”

“Cas was twenty nine with a very good job and house and security and Jack was seventeen. They’re more like brothers I guess. Cas is one of my best friends but he doesn’t...get it. His parents help a lot. I know you know the difference.”

“I do,” you said. You gave him another kiss and slipped back inside with him, a woman you didn’t recognize giving you a smile as she popped into the garage. “You know her?”

“Must be a friend of Donna’s,” he said as he took your hand. “You’re all chilly. Let’s get you warmed up, sweetheart.”

“I’m officially stuffed,” said Dean that night back at home after his fifth slice of pie that day. He was in his onesie and you’d slipped into your gray one, Dean hopping over the back of the couch and pulling you into his side.

Tessa hummed as she skipped downstairs sporting a pink and white one, Sam sighing loudly as Toast trotted down the steps.

“Sammy, you look cute!” called Tessa. She sounded a little too pleased with herself and Dean gave her a fist bump just as Sam walked around the corner. His was black and he had the hood up, a pout on his face.

“Aw, he’s adorable,” you said.

“I hate you. All of you,” said Sam as he stretched out on the other end of the wrap around.

“Sam, share,” said Tessa. He smirked and flipped her as he pulled her down, Tessa yelping but letting out a few giggles. He sat back and she leaned back against him, leaving enough room for Toast to use his pillow on the floor to hop up onto the end.

“Alright, now that everyone’s settled, let’s watch some football,” said Dean.

About an hour later Tessa was passed out on top of Sam, Sam breathing softly as he slept as well. You looked at Dean to find he was watching them too, a silly look on his face.

“We should do onesies for Christmas Eve too,” you said.

“Definitely. This was the best thanksgiving I think Sammy and me have ever had.”

“Really?”

“I got my girl. I got my little sis and brother. Got my dog. Sammy really liked that Eileen girl he met today. This is definitely up there as one of the best days ever,” he said.

“You know how earlier I said I was falling for you?” you smirked.

“Oh yes. That was a highlight of the day,” he chuckled quietly.

“Looking over at those two, this is the first time she’s not cried on a holiday in years. She had a really good day and I don’t feel like I’m fucking this up as much as I was anymore and I know it’s because of you.”

“Oh I’m doing this all for entirely selfish reasons,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. “Very selfish.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder with a smile.

“I’ve only ever let one person in, all that way down to the shit deep down there. I love my friends and I’d do anything for them. I’d give ‘em a kidney if they needed it. But it was only ever Sam my whole life that got all the way in. Lately though, there’s this girl and she’s making me rethink some things and for the first time in my life, I let somebody else in and it feels terrifying but I’m happy in a way I didn’t think I’d have. She’s making me a better person and I feel so good and I am going to keep being incredibly selfish about that.”

He tilted his head down as you leaned up, meeting him for a kiss. It was soft and lingered, Dean cupping your cheek. You moved and he went with it, slow and lazy, laying back and enjoying a playful game. Something swelled up inside of you and burst open, a moment of pause as you took a breath. Tears prickled the corners of your eyes and you tried to look away before Dean saw but he was still holding your face, big green eyes locking onto yours.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, wiping away the sticky droplets.

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m happy. I’m so happy right now I don’t understand.”

“You let me in,” he said gently. “Way down you let me in just now, didn’t you.”

“I don’t understand why I’m crying,” you said.

“Because the last people you let in there, it broke your heart when you lost them,” he said. “Don’t be scared of losing me. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded and put your palm against his chest, Dean wiping off your face. His heart thumped along evenly, strong and steady. He nodded and he turned off the TV, carrying you up to bed. He sat you down and lay down beside you, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” you said. He propped himself up on his elbow and you rolled over to meet him.

“Sweetheart you can’t go around living scared of people dying on you. It’s-”

“It’s not that,” you said. “I just...can I ask an unaskable favor?”

“What?”

“If something happened to me, would you help take care of Tessa, until she’s ready to be on her own?” you asked.

“Why do you think something-”

“Dean could you just…” you said before he nodded.

“If anything ever happened, Tessa will always have us,” he said. “I swear.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me for that,” he said. He stroked your cheek again and offered a soft smile. “Is there something you’re not telling me sweetheart?”

“The last boyfriend I had I was twenty three. I’d been with him for three years. I thought he was gonna be the one, you know?”

“What happened?” he asked quietly, still tracing over your skin.

“He moved away after school for a job. It was working until it wasn’t. It was amicable. I still...never quite got over him I suppose. After the accident, he reached out to make sure I was doing okay. I really wasn’t but he was coming into town to see his parents anyways so he stopped over. I thought he cared, maybe I could let the wall down a little and it’d be okay. But he was so rude to her. She was in a real bad place at first and he just...was a dick and I got over him like that for good. But you, and Sam, I feel like, you’re the kind of the people that...if I dropped dead this second you’d be over her house ten years from now helping her put up a shelf or you’d take her out for drinks or something and the fact that she has people she can depend on and I don’t have to worry about her as much...it just kinda hit me tonight, you know?”

“I do. You have people you can depend on too,” he said. You leaned over and kissed him, Dean sliding his hand to the back of your head. “It gets easier. I promise it does.”

“I know,” you said.

“Let’s have a little quiet day at home tomorrow. Maybe we can put up the tree,” he said. “That sound fun?”

“Sounds perfect Dean.”

Two Weeks Later

“Tessa,” you said as she zipped up her winter jacket in the foyer.

“Y/N. I’m going over Jack’s to play video games, I swear,” she said. “I’m pretty sure Cas and Kelly will be home anyways.”

“Your shirt’s on backwards, doofus,” teased Dean from the couch. She huffed and took off her jacket, fixing it as Sam jogged down the stairs in a suit.

“Hot date tonight, Sammy?” she teased.

“At least I know how to dress myself,” he shot back. “Ready to go?”

“Mhm,” she said. She put her jacket back on and hooked up Toast’s leash the two of them heading out.

“You think she’s actually going over to play video games or make out with him?” asked Dean.

“Both?” you laughed.

“Not bad plans if I say so myself,” he said, pulling you into his lap. The doorbell rang and he groaned. “Stay put. We have a makeout session to get to.”

He hopped up and went over to the door, immediately shutting it.

“Something wrong?” you asked as he walked back. He shook his head, the doorbell ringing again, you got up and went to the door, hearing Sam talking loudly outside with someone. You peeked the door open and saw a man on the front porch, Sam rolling his eyes and walking away from a woman. He got in the car and drove off with Tessa, the man giving you a look. “Can I help you?”

“We’d like to speak to Dean,” he said.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“His father,” he said, pushing the door open wide. “Who are you?”

“His girlfriend,” you said, stepping in front of him with crossed arms. “I don’t recall inviting you into my home.”

“Leave. Both of you,” said Dean as they both stepped into the foyer. “I said-”

“We want to speak to you. In private,” he said.

“I don’t think-” you got out before he got in your face and glared down at you. You swallowed. He was as big as Dean but there was something off to him.

“Dean. Private,” said his father.

“Y/N, go upstairs. Please,” said Dean. You sighed but went up, hanging around the balcony to try and overhear them in the family room below. “What the fuck are you two shitheads doing at my house?”

There was a thud and you froze, listening for more.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” said Dean, his voice slightly off.

“You know how this works.”

“Why don’t you get a job lazy ass? Oh wait. You get fired for being drunk at yours?” said Dean. There was another thud and you took out your phone, trying to record whatever was going on. “Oh punching. Very mature of…” said Dean before he gasped and made a whining sound.

“You know how this goes. She calls and you pay. Now pay or we’ll tell Sam the truth.”

“That you’re a sack of shit? He already-” said Dean before he went quiet.

“Have the money tomorrow by noon at the locker or else Sammy’s gonna drop you like the sack of shit you are, Dean. He’s gonna hate you for taking him from us and you know it.”

“I saved his-”

“No, no Dean. You were pathetic and couldn’t stand the thought of being alone so you took Sam. You pay us every few years. That’s the deal for us staying away. If you go back on your word now, we’ll go back on ours.”

“I’m done with you blackmailing me for-” said Dean before there was another thud.

“I’m done with you thinking you’re better than us. You’re nothing, understand boy?” he said. You went over to the hall closet and grabbed a baseball bat, walking downstairs to catch John staring down at the floor, Dean sat back against the wall holding his side.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” you said, gripping the bat tightly.

“Noon, Dean,” he said. He walked out with Mary on his tail. You quickly locked up and rushed over to Dean who had his eyes shut and was sporting a few bruises on his face.

“Jesus Dean,” you said. You moved his hand and saw a bruise on his ribs, Dean holding up a hand when you tried to move him.

“Give me a second,” he said. You picked up the bat and he caught your wrist, shaking his head. “He doesn’t have any problem hitting a woman, Y/N.”

“I should be calling the cops,” you said.

“Y/N,” he said when you tried to tug away. “Please don’t.”

You put down the bat and he dropped your hand. You cupped his cheeks and he winced.

“I need to take you to the hospital,” you said. He shook his head and you shook it right back. “Dean.”

“Help me over to the counter,” he said. You hooked an arm under his and got him up, walking him over to one of the stools. You sat him down, Dean inhaling sharply. You got out the first aid kit from the cabinet and set it down, taking a kitchen towel and wetting it before you dabbed it against this cheek. It soaked up a little blood and you frowned, Dean looking away.

“Dean I recorded the whole thing on my phone. It’s still going on the stairs. We gotta call-“

“Y/N. Just…don’t.” He started to grab the bag and stand when you scoffed. “I can handle this.”

He got up and started to walk, slowing down after a moment and holding his side again. He stopped by the back of the couch and dropped his head. You sighed and took the bag from him, throwing his arm over your shoulders and walking him upstairs, grabbing your phone along the way. You walked him into the bathroom and he sat up on the counter, leaning back against the wall with a wince.

You helped him out of his shirt and saw the bruise was darkening over his ribs, Dean shutting his eyes.

“Hand me your little mirror,” he said, pointing over to your vanity. You picked it up off the counter, Dean holding it up and looking at his face. “Alright. Can you get me-”

“Stop. I got this.” You used a washcloth and got it wet again, holding it against his cheek and around his eye. He tried looking down but kept moving his head and you settled on putting some more cold water on the towel, pressing it over his skin again. When it seemed like the bleeding had stopped you dug out some medication, dabbing it over the cuts. He was quiet, holding his side while you put a butterfly bandage over his cheek. You peeled his hand away and figured there wasn’t much you could do for his ribs.

You went downstairs and got some painkillers and an ice pack, returning to Dean right where you left him.

“Here,” you said, dropping the pills in his hand. He took them with a quick gulp of water, hissing as the cold touched his skin but he soon relaxed. You held the pack for him, Dean taking a deep breath. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Dean. Your dad just-”

“This is not the first time and it probably won’t be the last,” he said.

“Now I’m definitely calling the cops,” you said. You reached for your phone but he grabbed it first, holding it over his head. “Dean. He hurt you. He can’t just come into our house and do that.”

“What I need you to do is take my debit card, go to the ATM and take out five thousand from my savings and five thousand from checking. Hundreds is fine. Okay?” he said. “The PIN is-”

“I’m not doing anything other than putting you in bed,” you said. He glared and you gave it right back. You grabbed his arm and pushed him into the room and over to the bed, Dean laying back against the headboard reluctantly. “Why on earth do you-”

“It’s how I got Sam,” he said. “Custody of him when I was eighteen. We didn’t go to court. I paid them off. It was five grand at first and it tied them over for a bit but when he turned eighteen, they called and wanted more. Every three years they call. Last time it got bumped up to ten thousand. They called around the time I met you and I didn’t pay this year hence the ass kicking.”

“But why do you still pay them off?” you asked.

“Because Y/N,” he said. You crossed your arms and he slammed his fist against his pillow. “Because Sam was the favorite. He didn’t get the shit kicked…”

Dean trailed off and shut his mouth, looking away. You sat up next to him, holding his free hand and holding him as best you could.

“I got the worst of it but that’s not to say Sam didn’t get some. I knew, I knew that fucker would hurt him once I was gone and I couldn’t stay so Sam had to come with me. I tried looking up how to get custody and that sort of thing and they found out about it,” said Dean. He laughed and you ran your hand through his hair. “Tonight? That was nothing compared to what happened after they found out. But my drunk of a father, well, he owed money and I had some saved up from working for my Uncle Bobby. So I paid to get Sam the fuck out of there. They claimed it was because they were going to travel and wanted Sam to be able to stay in school and shit. It was all shit. Now...now they tried their best to make him hate me on the way out, make it seem like I was stealing him from them. Plant those little seeds. You can’t kill an idea once it’s in there. So I did what I had to and I keep doing what I have to and they stay away from us. It’s how it goes.”

“Do you...do you pay them not to hurt you?” you asked.

“No.”

“Then what’s it for?”

“He will hate me if he knows the truth.”

“Dean he won’t-”

“Our parents fucked us up. I literally bought custody of my baby brother. How is that not fucked up?”

“It’s a fucked up situation. You though, you are not fucked up,” you said as he rolled his eyes. “I’m serious. Your father is...a monster and I don’t know what the fuck is up with your mom but you are good. Sam is good. You have the biggest fucking heart of anyone I’ve ever known. Sam would never hate you for getting him out of that situation. Never. But I don’t understand why you keep paying them money, Dean.”

“So they don’t tell him the truth.”

“The truth doesn’t sound all that bad though. He-”

“If he finds out I’ve lied to him for half of his life, he will not forgive me for that. We tell each other all our crap because we’re the only ones that can understand what went on in that house and I can’t risk losing him.”

“There’s more to it,” you said. Dean shut his eyes and nodded. “Dean, what is it?”

“I stole money,” he said. “When I was eighteen. We needed food and rich people don’t notice when twenty, fifty bucks goes missing out of a drawer. If you just take a little, they don’t notice. Well, my father found out about it and threatened to have me arrested if we didn’t come to some kind of payment plan. He was proof and I don’t deny I did it. We needed-”

“You stole from my dad,” you said.

“I did. Money out of his desk drawer at work. He caught me red handed and in one second I thought my life and Sam’s lives were over. I just...started crying and he shut the door and he gave me some money and he took the rest of the afternoon off and we got some stuff like clothes and toothpaste and food and he gave me a job as a paralegal intern. I had no fucking idea what I was doing and he helped me get into school and I worked there and made way more than I did in the mailroom and he’d have dinner with Sammy and me at our place once a month. You have no idea how badly I wanted him to my dad. But we knew he had a real family so we tried not to bother him. By the time I got into med school, Sam was going into his first year and we were on our feet. I’d gotten a good job at a medical place but he checked in every once in a while. I didn’t know he’d died until I met you. I always thought we’d take him out and repay him someday. If he wasn’t kind that day...I’d have nothing.”

“I’ll share my father with you and Sam any day.” He smiled and you kissed him, Dean starting to relax. “So your dad has proof of you stealing money? How much?”

“I wasn’t particularly great at it. Sam and I both had jobs. It was probably a hundred bucks,” he said.

“How’d he get proof?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

“How would he have proof of you stealing from some random person?” you asked.

“He has photos,” he said. “He showed me.”

“Photos of…”

“Me with the money.”

“Outside of someone’s house?” you asked.

“I was in my car,” he said.

“Dean. Where was the car?”

“Outside...work,” he said, thinking to himself. “Your dad...he gave me money that day. There was never any proof. I just let him manipulate me again into doing what he wanted.”

“How much did you steal Dean. Altogether?”

“A few hundred bucks?”

“You donate some money to charity?” you asked as he nodded. “Your debt to society has been repaid, trust me. No more feeling guilty. Plus when my dad the lawyer lets you off the hook, it’s fine.”

“Sam still can’t know.”

“Sam’s been outside the door for most of this conversation,” he said. He turned around the corner, Tessa there with him. “Fuck, Dean. What happened to your face?”

“Are you okay?” Tessa asked, climbing up on the bed.

“I thought you had a hot date,” he said. “The both of you.”

“Jack’s just a friend,” she said.

“Eileen understands,” said Sam. “Besides, we both got a bad feeling after mom and dad showed up like that.”

“You really thought it was appropriate for an 18 year old to hear all that?” asked Dean.

“Considering all the shit I just learned about you at 18, I’d say I’m good,” said Tessa. She fidgeted a little and Dean sat up more.

“You can hug him. Carefully,” you said. She moved up to his other side and gave him a gentle one, Dean chuckling.

“I love you too, dork,” he said. He watched with a swallow as Sam stepped inside and moved the icepack from Dean’s body. Dean stared up and Sam sat on the edge of the bed, placing the pack back. “I’m-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing,” said Sam. “You protected me and that’s all there was to it. Everytime she calls, talking to her tonight, I still get manipulated too. I don’t know why they hate us so much and it’s wrong but you aren’t. Not you.”

“Y/N’s offered up their parents if we’d like to take ‘em,” said Dean.

“Mr. Y/L/N was your guys dad?” said Sam as you and Tessa nodded. “You know I met you once Tessa. You must have been five. You were bragging about something to do with kindergarten.”

“How’d you remember that?” she asked.

“Cause I was so fucking jealous of you. You were so happy,” he said. She looked down but Sam laughed. “It worked out how it was supposed to.”

“You’re a lawyer, can’t you like, do something?” she said, glancing at Dean.

“Tessa, this isn’t that simple,” said Dean.

“Yeah, it is,” she said. He nodded and she relaxed some. “I don’t think you should pay anything. He should pay you while he’s at it.”

“Yeah,” he said, ruffling her head and wrapping his arm around her. He looked at Sam and then you before you nodded. He wouldn’t say anything about his father. Sam was grown and bigger than himself yet Dean still kept paying. With you and Tessa around, there was no way he was risking a thing.

“Sam,” you said. You both got up, Dean pouting when he realized he wasn’t getting up without some help. You walked down to Sam’s room and he shut the door, crossing his arms. “We can’t let him keep paying off your father. Tessa has a point. You’re a lawyer. What are our options?”

“There’s not blackmail evidence and our parents would claim it was a gift. The only things I can think of that we’d have a shot would be the incident tonight which he’d be out on bail like that anyways and...stuff that happened when we were kids.”

“Sam he came to our house.”

“I know,” he said, rubbing your arms. “Dean always gets quiet for a few days after something like this happens. Nobody is paying anything. I’ll make sure Dean doesn’t leave the house tomorrow morning.”

“What do you think John would do? Will do?”

“I don’t know. He’s an abusive dick, not a psychopath.”

“Did you ever tell my dad about this stuff?”

“Dean did a bit I think.”

“Good,” you said as you left the room.

“Why good?”

“Because if I know my dad, he made a note of it and put it on record with a judge,” you said as you headed downstairs.

“Y/N,” said Dean from the end of the hall, leaning on Tessa. “Where are you going?”

“To see if dad ever reported John. Or at least kept a file on him. We still know the partners at his old firm. I’ll be back in an hour,” you said. “Two tops.”

“Sam go with her,” said Dean. “Please.”

“Tessa, put him back in bed and get him a fresh icepack in fifteen minutes. Get some food too, okay?” you said, tugging on your winter coat. “Oh and take Toast-”

“I got it,” she said.

“We’ll be back soon,” said Sam. “Hopefully with some good news.”

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Doll Me Up (P.4)

Title: Doll Me Up (Part Four) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Tony Stark. On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge. Words: 2,965 Warnings: Unhealthy relationships, smut, daddy kink, dom/sub, manipulation, death, violence, possessive behavior

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Tony’s office was expansive, but you were in such a small space of it.

You had just gotten back from your honeymoon and he stopped by the office to grab some paperwork and you had trailed along behind him. As soon as he had closed the door to his office, he had grabbed your hand, forcing it to his crotch. One thing led to another and you found yourself tucked underneath his desk, your mouth wrapped around his balls as he stroked himself, his head thrown back against his chair.

“Just like that,” Tony panted. “Keep flicking your tongue like that, princess.”

There was a sharp knock at the door and the two of you froze. His door opened and your eyes widened at the prospect of being caught in this position. Tony was chill as a cucumber though, both his hands coming up on his desk immediately.

“Rhodey,” Tony said sounding surprised to see him and for good reason. You had only stopped in, not announcing you were going to be here. You breathed evenly through your nose but the feeling of it made his cock twitch, it brushing your face. He shifted at the even slight contact, hopefully unnoticed.

“Huh, you are here,” Rhodey said from over by the door. “Maria said she saw you come in. Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon?”

“Just got back. Landed the helicopter outside actually.”

“Where’s Y/N?”

You were not moving, waiting for Rhodey to leave. Tony’s balls were still settled in your mouth as you sat suspended in the lewd act.

“Uh, went to get something to drink I think. She should be back. Just… stopped in to grab some stuff.”

There was a small pause, and you could only imagine the awkwardness exchanged in their looks.

“You alright?” Rhodey asked uncertainly.

“Perfect. Why?”

Another pause.

“No reason...” Rhodey said trailing off. “Well, you should finish your vacation. You work too much. Gotta make sure that you’re doting on the missus too.”

“Is the single man trying to give me relationship advice about my marriage?” Tony could not help but to quip.

Rhodey laughed and said, “Jackass. I’ll see you next week. Stay out of the office until then after this, you hear me? You’ll thank me for forcing that and so will Y/N.”

“Loud and clear.”

When the door closed, you sucked hard. Tony grunted in response and then a strangled laugh left his throat.

“Good girl. You’re so well trained,” he praised, guiding his dick to your eager mouth.

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You sat in the back of the car with Tony, your arms crossed tightly across your chest, staring out the window. You were not even trying to hide the tears trailing down your cheeks, thinking of how hurt Liam was in and the aftermath of it. Tony had been angry with you before, Cassandra’s party for one example. And you had both been inebriated which only exacerbated the situation. But him sober though and angry? This was a new experience. You felt a twinge of fear of if he had gotten it out of his system or if he had something else planned. He threatened punishment though, hadn’t he?

He was silent the whole way home, but you could feel the fury. He would not even look at you, sitting as far away as possible.

When Happy pulled into the garage and parked the car, Tony was out of the car quickly. You gathered up your bags before getting out of the car. Tony was striding ahead of you down the garage, not waiting for you.

You caught Happy’s eyes and huffed when he tried to take the bags from you. “I can do it myself, thanks.”

Happy’s hands fell back down to his sides and he looked miffed, but you ignored it, beginning to follow Tony. He stormed inside and was making a beeline for your bedroom. You were already tensing, thinking of the spanking you were going to get. You followed him all the same into the master bedroom and went into your closet to put your bags down.

When you turned back around, you found him looming in the doorway.

He let out a humorless laugh, breaking the silence the two of you had been suspended in. You bit at your cheeks, waiting for him to explode because you had seen him like this before; that manic type laughter.

Tony threw out his arms, “I just don’t get it, baby! I mean, are you really that fucking stupid? You thought taking a plane to another state – let alone city – wasn’t going to piss me off to high heaven? And you hole up in some hotel with some guy like some skank—”

“I didn’t have sex with him!” you interrupted him, offended.

He looked furious at your interjection. “Don’t interrupt me!” He took steps towards you, hands on his hips. “Why the fuck did he answer your phone?”

“I was in the bath! I was telling him to hang up!”

“Didn’t hear that. Odd.”

“Yeah, because it would sound really suspicious if you could. Like I had something to hide!” you said defensively. “He’s stupid but he’s harmless. He didn’t know it was going to piss you off so much.”

“Sure, nothing to hide. I mean you even said you loved him in front of me.”

“I say that to all my friends. It didn’t mean—"

“And then I tell you to come home,” Tony interrupted you now, his voice rising, and you felt it about to boil over. “And what do you do? You can’t even follow that direction even though everything is perfectly laid out for you. Perfectly! Every little fucking step of the way! All you had to do was listen. But no! You have to go and make it difficult for no. good. goddamn. reason!”

He bellowed the last, slamming his hand down on one of your dressers, making you flinch back. He was burning holes into you with how intensely he was staring at you and you folded, your eyes downcast, heat coming to your cheeks. You did not like it when he yelled, especially when it was directed at you. You were truly regretting stoking his anger this much.

“Tell me why, Y/N!” Tony continued shouting. “Tell me why you have to push my fucking buttons! Why can’t you just be good?”

“I’m sorry,” you said hoarsely, tears stinging your eyes.

Tony inhaled deeply, exhaling shakily. He turned on his heel suddenly, leaving you alone in the closet. You heard him slam the bedroom door closed as he left.

You stood in silence, not knowing what to do. After a few minutes, you timidly walked out of the closet, finding the bedroom empty. You shuffled to the bed, sitting down tensely, waiting worriedly.

He returned to the bedroom, the buttons undone on his shirt along his chest and at his wrists. You knew it was because he was getting ready to put effort into making sure you learned your lesson and he would need all the range of motion he could get.

“Go,” he ordered you.

You followed his direction without a moment’s hesitation, knowing he wanted you in the room behind his study where all your toys were. The door in the bookcase was already open and you scurried inside, him on your heels.

His next demand came the moment you crossed the threshold, “Strip.”

You did as he asked hearing him close the door behind him. Quickly, you were standing naked before him. He was barely sparing you a glance, not taking the time to acknowledge you and that cut deep.

“The bench,” he ordered tautly.

Dragging your feet only a little at his icy demeanor, your body shook in anticipation. You climbed up onto the restraint bench, feeling the air move beside you as he came to stand by you. You chewed on your bottom lip, your head hanging, staying still as he tightened the restraints around your wrists and then moved down to your calves.

He was still not speaking to you past the curt commands, and you heard him walk off. You did not dare try to lift your head to follow him, keeping yourself curled in as much as you could. You thought worriedly of what whip or paddle he was going to choose to dole out your punishment. You prayed it was not the ball chain because that one would hurt. He had only used that one to stimulate you, but you only thought now of how much that impact would hurt if he used his full strength.

His footfalls met your ears and you twitched, trying to will yourself to not tense up because that was going to make it worse.

The sound cracked through the room and you gasped, your toes curling. There was no massage or build up to get you warmed up this time. He was using the leather slapper, the triple impact increasing the hit. One you knew all too well, whether it be for pleasure or to teach you a lesson. He was able to be close with it too, increasing his precision.

Tony had not asked you to count, so you did not before the second blow hit. You hissed when the third hit and tears stung when the fourth landed directly dead center across your ass. He was leaving small breaks in between but not too long. The next hit lower near your thighs and you choked out a whimper; he had done that on purpose, he knew it hurt. The next was higher and you could hear him breathing heavier. He was putting his back into the hits.

The tenth fell finally and you almost breathed in relief when you heard him walk away from you. Your ass was stinging, and you thought miserably of the bruises that were to show up.

He only gave you a moment’s reprieve. Tony’s hands were at your calves, undoing the restraints and he did the same for your wrists. Changing positions was bittersweet; your muscles stretched but the pain on your backside caused you to wince. Your legs shook as he helped you to your feet and he pulled you along to beside the bed. You thought for a moment he was going to let you lay down and relief began to flood through you, foolishly thinking that it had not been so bad after all. But you saw the pillows on the ground beside the bed and the toy mounted on the ground.

“On your knees,” he said letting go of your arm.

You painfully lowered to the ground, resting your knees on the pillows – something he had thankfully considered, you fleetingly thought.

Reflexively, you began to lower to rest your head on your elbows to release some pressure from your legs and he snapped his fingers at you, “No. Up.”

You did your best to bite back a complaint, sighing pathetically instead. You kept your eyes downcast still, not sending him a challenge with meeting his eyes.

The toy slid in slowly and your fingers flexed on the floor as you adjusted to it. Tony was controlling it, the speed, the depth. It was shallow at first, working you up. He was pacing and you could feel his stare as he watched the silicone go in and out. He had ultimate control of how hard you were going to get impaled and a first row seat to watch. You did your best to stay in the same position that he wanted, trying to be good. This was without restraints, he wanted you to do it on your own, and you wanted him to forgive you.

Tony turned on the vibrator setting suddenly, and you keened at the sensation. It dragged across your clit, sending reverberations through you as the toy continued thrusting in and out. You were growing slick, relaxing into the movement the deeper it plunged. The dull ache was being overpowered by the tightening in your core with every brush against your g-spot. It was getting harder now to not push back into the toy for more stimulation to release and come.

Fidgeting, your breath was becoming short as you felt yourself spiraling towards release.

Tony turned the toy off.

You blinked, feeling sorrow at the quickly dissipating high you had almost reached the apex of.

His breath was hot on your ear, “If you come on this toy, I’ll put you right back up on the bench. You got me?” You nodded and he demanded, “Answer me!”

“Yes, daddy,” you choked out pathetically. “I understand.”

“You better,” he warned, straightening back up. “You’re not coming until it’s on my dick and until you’ve proved you deserve it and earned my forgiveness, you’re not getting me.”

He only gave you a few more moments reprieve before the toy turned back on. You bit at your bottom lip, trying to ignore the sensation in the toy’s movements now that you knew what the stakes were. He was pacing again and you could imagine his glossed over eyes as he watched the toy sliding in past your folds, taking in the redness on your ass that he had put there. Your chest was rising and falling as you moved to try to keep your thoughts anywhere but here.

Tony pushed you right to the edge and when it was getting hard to ignore it, he turned it off again to your immense relief. Your breaths were coming short and heavy, your arms beginning to shake. You just wanted to lay down.

He started it up again and you let out a small cry. Everything was going to be so sore.

The sound of him walking away while the toy was still thrusting, at a slower pace thankfully, drew your attention and you almost turned your head to follow him. You managed to catch yourself at the last second, swallowing sharply and forcing yourself to look back down at the ground. The pressure was building quicker this time with how worked up you already were, and you hoped he was not gone for long. You did not want to come undone and disappoint him. And you sure as hell did not want to be back on the bench.

It felt like forever but logically it had to have been a handful of minutes. The toy was still thrusting steadily, working you gradually towards an orgasm rather than rushing. You could handle this. You could do this. It was going okay.

Until it was not. The dildo increased in speed and you sighed, closing your eyes tight. You heard a creak and you hoped it was him returning.

Another change, it moved deeper. And the vibration.

“Daddy, please,” you whimpered, unable to help yourself.

You knew he could hear you if he was still able to control the toy from where he was. He had not completely abandoned you. Broken, soft cries left your lips as your fingers dug into the floor, willing yourself to try to keep yourself from tumbling.

A gasp of relief exploded from you when the toy turned off. You heard the door open fully again and you sniffled, visibly shaking on your arms now as the toy retracted.

Tony’s shoes appeared in your line of sight and he swooped down, helping you stand. You were weak in the knees, letting him guide you. You mournfully watched the bed disappear from view as he moved you along towards the door back to his study. Where was he taking you now?

Hope blossomed at the sight of the light on in the bathroom down the hall. And your wishes were answered: he had drawn up a warm bath and you almost cried.

“There’s Epsom salt in there,” he told you stiffly.

“Thank you,” you said immediately.

He did not respond and instead put his hand in the water, testing the temperature. “It should be fine now.”

Lowering into the tub, you hissed half in pleasure feeling the warmth and half because of how sore your ass was, touching the bottom of the tub. Slowly, you relaxed, relishing in the tension release that was provided by the salts. Your eyes followed Tony freely now as he walked out of the bathroom.

When he returned, he had a pair of pajamas that he placed on the counter, before shooting you a look.

“Don’t stay in too long. It’s almost 2 in the morning. You need to sleep,” he said sternly. You nodded feebly and his eyes swept over you once before he turned on his heel and left the bathroom again.

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You woke up with your head buried in your pillow, your arms tucked safely underneath it. You had opted to sleep on your stomach, relieving the ache in your ass. You spotted that Tony’s side of the bed was still empty, which meant he had not come to bed. The bed felt cold without him, even though you were snuggled far underneath the blankets. Maybe he had slept in another room or on the couch. The thought of that only made you feel guilty.

You got out of bed, wincing at having to sit up to stand. Your leg caught as you moved, and you took a moment to stretch as much as you could. You pushed the button next to the window, opening the heavy curtains, letting the sun come in. Squinting against the light, you stared out over the ocean.

A couple of minutes of fresh air might do you some good, you thought sleepily.

Your hand fell onto the balcony door, the handle reading your fingerprint to unlock.

F.R.I.D.A.Y echoed over the speaker, “You are not authorized to open this door, Mrs. Stark.”

~~~

Forever tags: @coconutqueen21

Fic tags: @kvzctam, @farihafangirls, @teenageregression, @mrsnegan25

#tony stark x reader #dark!tony stark #dark tony stark #dark marvel fic #dark marvel #my shit

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recurring-polynya · 3 years

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For the Renji birthday prompt: A fic where Renji discovers that he can't go tits out anymore now that he's married (maybe with some jealous Rukia thrown in perhaps)?

I maintain that the new tits-in regime is self-imposed; I present to you my thesis. (I did not attempt to take on The Vest; I assume it came later, and I eagerly await more Vest Lore from Kubo himself)

Warning that I sincerely hope deters absolutely no one: This fic is about boobs. It contains many, many synonyms for boobs. Some of them are rude.

Read on ao3 or ff.net

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“I’m telling you, you’re jumping to conclusions. Sometimes he puts them away when he fights. He told me this.”

“I haven’t seen them in weeks.”

“It’s been winter.”

“That has never stopped him before. And it’s April now. Open season. And yet…?”

“I think we should just ask him.”

“You can’t just ask a guy, ‘hey, where did your tits go?’”

“I could, but I refuse. Abarai’s aesthetic is his own business.”

“Since when?”

“Okay, he’s here, someone’s gotta do it.”

“Not it!”

“Also not it!”

“Matsumoto, you have to do it. You’re the one who talked him into letting them hang out in the first place.”

“I agree with Yumichika. Renji knows what he’s doing, and if he has decided that the puppies are off-limits, that’s on him.”

“Hey, guys!” Abarai Renji’s cheerful voice rang out over the din of the bar. “Sorry I’m late!”

“Just means you have to catch up quick!” Rangiku declared, pouring him some sake.

“No missus tonight?” Shuuhei asked.

Renji’s entire face went pink and he got the same moony look in his eyes he always got whenever someone mentioned his wife or his marital state generally. “She sends her regards and says I’m supposed to drink extra for her. She goes over to the Manor on Wednesday evenings now to hang out with her brother.”

“Have you actually managed to call him by his given name yet?” Iba asked. “Now that you’re related?”

“His given name is ‘Captain’ and I call him that all the time,” Renji replied snottily.

“So. Renji,” Izuru said, leaning forward on his elbow. “Are you doing something different? With your look? I feel like there’s something different about you.”

Renji’s face lit up. “You noticed!” He swung his head around, his long braid swinging over his shoulder. “I’ve started braiding it!”

“Oh, no, it’s permanent?” Yumichika moaned.

“That’s not new,” Iba scoffed. “You slept with it like that the whole time we were roommates. I just figured that you didn’t have time to fix your hair in the morning anymore because you were too busy taking care--oof!”

“It looks very nice, Renji!” Momo said sweetly, extracting her elbow from Iba’s rib cage.

“It’s different,” Renji glowered at Iba. “I braid it loosely at night to prevent breakage and lock in moisture. This is an action braid.” He wheeled on Yumichika. “And I’m only French braiding it for now, because it’s shorter in front than in the back, you know, because of the accident. Once I’ve grown it out to all one length again, I’ll just do a regular braid.”

“You could just cut it to the length of the shortest part and go back to the pineapple hair,” Ikkaku suggested. “I always liked the pineapple hair.”

Renji turned pink again. “Ah, well. Rukia likes it long.”

“Yeah, I don’t think the braid is… what I was thinking of,” Izuru soldiered on.

Renji sucked his teeth thoughtfully. “I got a new tattoo? A pair, actually.”

“Oh! Did you?”

“On your chest?” Shuuhei asked hopefully. A healing tattoo would be a good excuse to cover up.

“Nah, on my thighs.”

Izuru sighed. “Since when do I look at your thighs, Abarai?”

“I have good thighs, Izuru.”

“He probably just looks different because he’s so happy now,” Rangiku suggested. “By which I mean getting your back blown out every night.”

“That could be it!” Renji agreed cheerfully. “Oh, I was wearing a scarf for a while there, when we had that cold snap! Is it the scarf? Or maybe the lack of scarf? It’s a nice scarf, Captain gave it to me for a wedding present. He says a man of quality should own a scarf.”

“I give up,” Izuru sighed.

“Hey, jocks, what’s going on?” a new voice interrupted.

“Akon!” half the table chorused and Renji scooted over so Akon could slide in next to him.

“Glad you could make it!”

“Yeah, sorry, I had an experiment I wanted to get finished up.”

“We were just talking about how there’s something different about Renji,” Shuuhei pressed.

Akon surveyed Renji for a moment. “Well, he’s got his tits tucked in for once. Aren’t you hot? You told me once you did that for ventilation.”

“That was very much a lie,” Renji clarified. “And I’m a married man now, my cans are closed for business. Speaking of which, Rangiku, fill ‘er up again, please, I’ve gotta keep up my wife’s reputation.”

---

Momo couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Out of their entire friend group, she was pretty sure she was the least interested in Renji’s… bosoms. There was a time… long, long ago when she had thought he was pretty hot stuff. She still counted him among her closest friends and favorite people, but had long ago come to the conclusion that big and beefy just wasn’t her type.

“Why, Lieutenant Hinamori! What brings you to my office?” Acting Captain Kuchiki Rukia leaned back in her chair, steepling her fingers. She must have been practicing, because the last time Momo had seen her do that, she had nearly fallen backwards out of the chair.

Momo sighed. “I have to tell you, this isn’t business.” Not exactly. It sort of was, in the sense that Shuuhei and Matsumoto (who apparently did care very much about Renji’s chest situation, so long as she wasn’t the one who had to confront him about it) had come over and dramatically draped themselves all over the Squad 5 couch and complained about the dreary state of affairs to Captain Hirako until he ordered Momo to go do some investigating.

“Good, because I have been filling out Nanao’s new skills-inventory-for-seated-officer forms all morning and I’m about to lose it,” Rukia said with an overly cheerful grin.

“We could go out to the yard and fight?” Momo offered hopefully. Maybe she could tell Captain Hirako that she got distracted and forgot to ask about Renji.

Rukia’s face fell a little. “Er, I’d love to, but I really shouldn’t today. Sentarou just made me this pot of tea, though. Do you want some? It’s lemon ginger, it’s really good.”

“Sure,” Momo agreed.

“So what’s up?” Rukia asked again, once Momo was perched in the guest chair, a fragrant cup of tea cradled in her hands.

Well, might as well just rip the bandage off. “I need you to know that I was put up to this by… you know. The idiots. The cowards we go drinking with.”

“Understood,” Rukia agreed.

“There is… some concern… about your husband.”

Rukia’s eyebrows shot up. “My sweet pumpkin pants?”

“I’m leaving,” Momo announced.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Rukia waved her hands, laughing. “I’ll be serious. What has that lunkhead done now?”

“This is so dumb,” Momo muttered. She cleared her throat. “He’s stopped going around with his bazongas hanging out all the time, and everyone’s losing their minds over it.”

Rukia stared at her. “Excuse me, his what?”

Momo made a vague gesture at her own chest. “You know. His… boobies.”

“That’s what I thought you meant,” Rukia nodded, her brow creased in thought. “Bazongas. I like that.”

“Not that I care!” Momo excused. “I mean, I agree, he should be allowed to dress how he likes, but you two seem to have a very equitable relationship and I said that I was sure he wasn’t doing anything that he hadn’t agreed to--”

“Hold on,” Rukia interrupted. “You think I had something to do with this?”

“You didn’t?” Momo asked. “He said he was keeping them tucked in because he was married now. We assumed it was at your request.”

“I didn’t even know!” Rukia replied. “I mean, I came home yesterday, and he was just--” she made a hand gesture like she was pulling her kosode open, “--completely out--”

“I don’t need to hear this,” Momo begged.

“Well, I tell you I had nothing to do with it,” Rukia assured her. “No one is more supportive of Renji acting slutty in public than me. Everyone knows I have that locked down, and honestly, it just makes me seem more powerful.”

Momo squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m going to punch Shuuhei so hard.”

Rukia rubbed her index finger over her chin. “It’s possible this came down from Brother…”

Momo whimpered, although, honestly, having a conversation with the other Captain Kuchiki about Abarai’s pectorals couldn’t possibly be more awkward than this.

“...or it might be… something else.” Rukia frowned. “I’ll talk to him, okay?”

“You will?” Momo asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I’ll take care of it. I can’t promise to bring the jugs back, but I’ll make sure it’s just Renji being a doofus and not Renji hiding his anxieties under aesthetic choices or Renji being oppressed by his brother-in-law.”

“Thank you, Rukia,” Momo said. Rukia could be bossy at times, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Sometimes, Renji has to be bullied into taking care of himself.”

“You’re telling me!” Rukia exclaimed. “Thank you for caring about him,” she added warmly.

“For the record, I care about him,” Momo replied. “Everyone else just misses the view.”

“Noted,” Rukia replied.

---

Renji had his nose stuffed in his cookbook, which lately, wasn’t a good sign. Renji only owned one cookbook, an encyclopedic tome that he only cracked open when he was trying something new or otherwise wasn’t sure what he was doing.

“I hope you aren’t making that kale curry again,” Rukia noted dryly.

Renji jumped three feet in the air. “Aaah, shoot! Rukia! I didn’t hear you come in! I’m so sorry!”

Rukia hopped up on her kitchen stool and leaned across the counter to give him a kiss. “We’ve been married for four months now. You don’t have to greet me at the door every single day, you know.”

“Sixteen weeks, three days,” Renji replied. “And I can still be sorry about it.”

“Just tell me we’re having something normal for dinner, and I’ll forgive you,” Rukia replied.

Renji jerked a thumb toward the stove behind him. “I made oden,” he explained. “It’s simmering, probably’ll be another ten minutes.”

“Ohhhhhh, I love your oden!” Rukia stretched her arms across the counter and did grabby hands at his hands until he laced his fingers through hers. “Did you make enough for me to take some for lunch tomorrow?”

“Depends on how much you eat tonight,” he replied. “Your appetite’s been really hit or miss lately.”

“Yeah, well...” Rukia agreed. “So what’s with the cookbook, then?”

“Oh,” Renji said vaguely. “I’m thinking about learning to bake cookies?”

“I’m in favor of that,” Rukia agreed, although her mind immediately went back to the conversation she’d had with Momo that afternoon.

“I’m not sure this book is helping,” Renji admitted. “If I was any good at baking, it would be one thing, but it’s too different. I’ve always been better at learning stuff from other people. Do you think it would be weird if I asked Iba’s mom to teach me? She used to make these little sesame biscuits for Iba. I would always steal them from him. They were so good and he didn’t properly appreciate them anyway.”

“It would absolutely be weird, and I think you should do it anyway,” Rukia proclaimed. She paused. “But maybe you could wait a few more weeks until we tell everyone we’re pregnant so all your friends will stop asking me what’s wrong with you.”

Renji’s eyes widened. “Did your brother say something last night? Because he told me he liked the braid!”

Rukia snorted. “No. He’s worse than you are anyway, he’s been reading books. Please make him stop, if you can. Actually, I’ve been getting complaints about,” she circled a finger in the vicinity of Renji’s chest.

Renji glanced down, and realized that his kosode was still neatly folded up to his collarbone. “Oops, sorry! I told you I didn’t hear you come home.” He immediately began untucking it.

Rukia leaned her chin on her palm, watching his progress. “I realize that making emotionally constipated people face their feelings is usually your department, but it seems you’ve got something heavy rattling around in there. Wanna talk about it?”

Renji’s eyes slid to one side. “Talk about what?”

Rukia cocked an eyebrow and waited.

Renji heaved a sigh. “Do you remember that time, back in Inuzuri, the first time I used my reiatsu in public? When I blocked a lead pipe with my arm?”

Rukia almost choked. “What do you mean, do I remember it? Of course I remember it.”

“Well, not so much that, but do you remember afterward, when you said I was too big and mean to be a sneakthief anymore? That it was better to confront the world and show it what we were made of?”

“I do remember that. I did not call you mean.”

“You probably didn’t. It’s probably just something I thought about myself.” He looked pensive for a moment. “In any case, it was something I really took to heart, especially after we split up. At first, I just wanted to make myself as big and loud and scary as possible. I liked the way people shied away from me. Later on, after I started hanging out with Yumichika, I realized that walking around sexy could be intimidating in a different sort of way, and I liked that, too.”

Rukia had a comment for that, but she decided to just listen, instead.

Renji smoothed the page of his book with his fingers. “I don’t want to look scary anymore.”

“You don’t look scary,” Rukia reassured him. “You haven’t looked scary in a long time.”

“I want to do better than that, though,” Renji frowned. “Has your brother ever talked to you about his dad?”

Rukia blinked, surprised, mostly that Byakuya had talked about Soujun with Renji. “A few times.”

“I, uh, asked him what his dad was like. Since I never had one myself. I expected him to either blow me off or start bellyaching, like he does about his granddad, but he didn’t. He said his pop was very gentle and kind. He said he was a good dad.”

“Byakuya loved his father a lot.”

“Yeah, that was pretty clear.”

“I hope he finished by saying what a good father you will make, but it’s my brother, so I’m sure he didn’t.”

“He said something about how he was sure I would proceed in my own way.”

Rukia sighed again. “Renji, you’ll be a great dad. It’s super obvious. I’ve only told half a dozen people that I’m pregnant and all of them who aren’t Byakuya have immediately reacted with ‘Renji is going to be such a good dad.’ You don’t need to change anything about yourself.”

Renji sucked his teeth for a moment. “Well, all my good dad instincts are telling me our kid is gonna wanna fight the world bad enough as it is, that the last thing they need is a dad who wants to fight the world, too. I’ve fought the world long enough. I’m probably never gonna be gentle, but I can try my best to be kind, and I can dress like a normal person in public for a change and… maybe I can make a cookie? It’s worth a try, I think.”

Rukia flashed him a sad, but fond smile. “You’re such a dork. A sweet, thoughtful dork, though, and I will support your experiment, even though you know I love your bazongas more than anyone.”

“‘Bazongas’? Oh no, did those assholes make Momo come and talk to you?”

Rukia shrugged and tried to look innocent.

“Anyway, you’re my wife, I will take them out for you whenever you want.”

“Yay!”

Renji furrowed his brow into its “determined” configuration. “Do not get me wrong. I am actually upping my chest day routine. I am going to keep them immaculate, and when my shirt gets ripped off in a fight, people are going to lose their minds over how lush my boys are.”

“I love you so much,” Rukia replied.

#renji's birthday 2k21 #my writing #this was a lot of fun i got to use all my favorite horrible synonyms for da tiddies #ok maybe not allll my faves

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osakaso5 · 3 years

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IDOLiSH7 End Of Year Story 2020: A Stage of Celebration

Every Day is a Good Day Part 2: The Show Begins

Part 1

[Phone rings]

Momo: Yes. This is Sunohara. Ah... Yes. Right... I see, that makes sense...

Momo: I understand. Then... Maybe next year, or the year after that... Yes. Please do.

[Door opens]

Yuki: Well?

Momo: It'll take time.

Rinto Okazaki: Hello there. It's rare for you to use your legal name while making phone calls, Momo-kun.

Rinto Okazaki: Did something happen back home?

Yuki: No, this has to do with Re:vale.

Rinto Okazaki: Re:vale... Is something going to happen to you in a year or two?

Momo: I really wanted it to be this year. Oh well, I guess there's no point to rushing this stuff...

Rinto Okazaki: ........

Momo: What's wrong, Okarin?

Rinto Okazaki: A-are you getting married?

Momo: Who, me? Yuki?

Yuki: Not us.

Rinto Okazaki: I thought so. You had me frightened for a moment.

Momo: If anyone should have a wedding, it's our president. His wife wanted a proper ceremony, but they ended up just signing the papers and nothing else.

Rinto Okazaki: They said they'd hold the ceremony soon. They're just waiting for Re:vale to write them a wedding song.

Yuki: Why would I make a wedding song for that guy?

Momo: Now, now. Just do it for his missus. She's a nice lady.

Rinto Okazaki: So, what was it that you wanted to get done this year?

Momo: A Re:vale shrine.

Rinto Okazaki: A Re:vale shrine..?

Momo: We've gotten to be so popular that we can't even do our New Year's shrine visit in peace anymore.

Momo: So we thought we'd have a shrine built on top of this building, department store style.

Yuki: Which is also known as separation of worship.

Rinto Okazaki: You did mention that before... Don't tell me, you were serious about it!?

Momo: Totally! It's rough being an idol, so it'd be nice to have our very own deity, to watch over us.

Yuki: That call was about a god of entertainment that Momo had been looking into. So, they can't so it yet?

Momo: They said we should visit the god regularly to form a bond first.

Yuki: That sounds reasonable. Oh well, I guess that's a new goal for us to work towards.

Rinto Okazaki: You always did have grandiose ideas... Almost too big, if you're trying to build your own personal shrine...

Momo: Oh, don't be like that! It's better than giving up without trying!

Rinto Okazaki: I can't believe my brother let you try and build a shrine on top of our agency.

Yuki: We asked if he wanted us to switch agencies or build our own shrine, and he said he'd rather have the shrine.

Rinto Okazaki: That explains everything.

Momo: And in the long run, it'd be nice to let other entertainers come visit our shrine on th New Year's, too!

Momo: It'll have food stalls too, obviously! We could even make a mikoshi!

Yuki: You're such a big dreamer, Momo.

Rinto Okazaki: That he is!

[Phone rings]

Rinto Okazaki: Ah... It's time. Well then, if you'll both excuse me.

Momo: Leaving so soon? You've been going home earlier lately, are you doing something special?

Rinto Okazaki: Well, uh... I've been really into cleaning out my washing machine lately!

Yuki: Seriously?

Rinto Okazaki: It's so nice to get all that mildew out, you see. I got completely hooked on it, and now it's a nightly routine for me!

Momo: Are you sure you're okay?

Rinto Okazaki: Whatever do you mean!? Of course I'm fine! Well then, I'll see you tomorrow!

[Door closes]

Momo: ........

Yuki: I never knew people could get so into cleaning their washing machine.

Momo: Wait, are you saying you believed that excuse?

Yuki: What excuse?

Momo: I think Okarin's been acting weird lately... More than once or twice, even.

Yuki: Like how?

Momo: Well... I saw an idol costume that belonged to neither of us in his car.

Yuki: An idol costume..?

Momo: There was also a headband with the word "leader" written on it.

Yuki: A headband with the word "leader"..?

Momo: Which means, either Okarin wants to start managing idols other than us...

Yuki: Or he's planning to join Re:vale, as our leader...

Momo: I know it's weird of me to say this, but it must be tough managing idols like us.

Momo: I think stress might be getting the best of Okarin...

Yuki: We should throw him one of our thank you parties, like we used to back in the day. I'll make curry, using that one really tedious recipe.

Momo: Okarin loves that curry! The boys from IDOLiSH7 wanted to try it, too!

Yuki: Really? In that case, I guess I should bring it to the New Year's party they're holding.

Momo: I'm sure they'll love it! I'm so excited!

Yuki: So am I. Just let me just ask Yamato-kun if we can bring over food of our own.

Momo: What curry are you making?

Yuki: Probably beef curry, though I won't be able to eat it.

[Phone rings]

Yuki: Ah, he replied.

Momo: What'd he say?

Yuki: "Sure. The guys all like curry, anyway." Look.

Momo: Wow! I never thought Yamato would EVER reply to one of your messages with an excited King Pudding sticker!

Yuki: That's the power of curry at work.

Momo: I'll help you out in the kitchen! This party's gonna be so much fun!

- - - -

Haruka Isumi: Morning.

Minami Natsume: Good morning, Isumi-san. This room certainly brings back memories.

Haruka Isumi: It's our ex-president's room.

Torao Mido: Apparently they changed this floor's layout for the New Year.

Torao Mido: They're making a new room for our current president elsewhere, so we're free to use this room whenever we're at the office.

Toma Inumaru: Great. When they said they were gonna do some cleaning around here, it made me feel a little weird.

Toma Inumaru: Good thing I told the bigwigs that I didn't want them to just sweep everything under the rug and take our spot from us...

Haruka Isumi: Our spot, huh. There's so many movies here.

Toma Inumaru: It's like our very own secret hideout!

Minami Natsume: By the way, have you already heard? There's someone who wants to come see us today.

Haruka Isumi: Someone from Tsukumo?

Minami Natsume: Yes.

Torao Mido: Is it the chief manager we've been hearing about? That was pretty much Ryo-san's job, up until recently.

Toma Inumaru: They said they wanted the new chief manager to start before the New Year. I wonder what kinda person it'll be.

Haruka Isumi: Doesn't matter who it is. No one's taking the reins from us.

Minami Natsume: Oh, so you're already waging war against them.

Torao Mido: Can't say I don't relate. We've come too far to become Tsukumo's little puppets now.

Toma Inumaru: Gotta protect our style and our turf.

Haruka Isumi: Hmph! We're not gonna bend that easy!

ŹOOĻ: ........

Haruka's Thoughts: What if it's someone scary..?

Toma's Thoughts: What if it's an even bigger weirdo than Ryo-san..?

Torao's Thoughts: What if we're not gonna get along..?

Minami's Thoughts: The others seem very shaken up, as much as they'd like to pretend otherwise.

[Knock knock]

???: May I come in?

Haruka Isumi: They're here! What do we do!?

Toma Inumaru: Haru, sit in the middle of the sofa! Spread your legs all high and mighty like!

Haruka Isumi: Like this!?

Torao Mido: No, go stand at the front! Strike an imposing pose! Go!

Haruka Isumi: Imposing!?

Torao Mido: You're a kid, so you can get away with it! Now go!

Haruka Isumi: Seriously!?

[Knock knock]

???: Excuse me. May I come in now?

Haruka Isumi: ...Uh... No? We need you to wait outside some more.

???: I'm coming in.

Haruka Isumi: Why!?

Minami Natsume: This person seems very forceful.

Torao Mido: Yeah, seriously.

Toma Inumaru: ...I've got a real bad feeling about this.

[Door opens]

Shiro Utsugi: It's very nice to meet you. I'm Shiro Utsugi, from Tsukumo Productions.

Shiro Utsugi: I'm ŹOOĻ's upcoming chief manager.

Shiro Utsugi: It's a pleasure to be working with you all.

Haruka Isumi: .......

Torao Mido: .......

Minami Natsume: .......

Toma Inumaru: N-nice to... Ow!

Haruka Isumi: Not yet.

Torao Mido: Too early!

Minami Natsume: We should observe the situation some more.

Haruka Isumi: Hmph, Utsugi-san, was it?

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you for memorizing my name so quickly, Isumi-san. You may also call me Shiro, if you prefer.

Torao Mido: ...He's coming on real strong.

Minami Natsume: ...So he is.

Haruka Isumi: ...No, thanks! You're only here because the higher ups told you to come, anyway.

Shiro Utsugi: Of course I'm not. Even among Tsukumo's long, rich history, you are one of their greatest breakout hits in years.

Shiro Utsugi: I could not be more honored to work with you. I'm very happy to be here.

Shiro Utsugi: Now if you don't mind, I'll continue my self-introduction. I'm 35 years old, 178 centimeters tall, single, and my favorite type of food is anything with fish.

Shiro Utsugi: Ever since graduating, I've been working overseas in one of the offices that belong to Tsukumo's parent company.

Shiro Utsugi: However, when Ryo-kun was made president, I was made to fly back here...

Toma Inumaru: You know Ryo-san?

Shiro Utsugi: Well... I wouldn't quite call us childhood friends, but we've known each other for a long time.

Shiro Utsugi: I can't say we got along particularly well, either...

Haruka Isumi: I bet...

Shiro Utsugi: As you know, much has happened this past December. That is also when I got a call from Ryo-kun.

Shiro Utsugi: He wanted to leave ŹOOĻ in my care. It surprised me as much as it probably surprises you. He must've cared about you a great deal.

Toma Inumaru: ...About us?

Shiro Utsugi: Yes. He's quite unpleasant, no?

Minami Natsume: Yes.

Haruka Isumi: Hey, hold on..! We can't say that for sure.

Shiro Utsugi: He's a terrible person. He used his company's talents for selfish revenge, only to crash and burn.

Shiro Utsugi: But, in the end, he did care for you. I plan to meet the expectations he's placed on me.

Minami Natsume: ...I see. So you're here on his request.

Shiro Utsugi: I've heard all about you. Even before that, I was keeping an eye on your work out of pure interest.

Shiro Utsugi: Ryo-kun told me you're extremely wary of people, yet easy to trick.

Torao Mido: ...And what do you think now that you've finally met us in person?

Shiro Utsugi: Some of his descriptions of you I completely understand, while others still elude me.

Shiro Utsugi: I don't expect you to trust me in a day. Let's take our time.

Shiro Utsugi: Now, did you have any questions?

Haruka Isumi: .......

Torao Mido: .......

Minami Natsume: .......

Toma Inumaru: What... kinda work do you wanna do with us?

Shiro Utsugi: Something that'll appease both your and your fans' wishes.

Shiro Utsugi: You've had to force yourselves into things more than enough by now, so I don't plan to make you do anything you don't want. I think you're appealing enough as is.

Shiro Utsugi: Though if there's one thing I'd like, it's to get you to BorW again next year.

Minami Natsume: You want us to win the grand prize of the idol category..?

Shiro Utsugi: I want you to win the grand prize of the whole event. I'm sure you can do it. You're very cool, with a talent for both singing and dancing.

Haruka Isumi: .......

Haruka's Thoughts: He's praising us a lot...

Toma's Thoughts: He's so nice...

Torao's Thoughts: Maybe he's not a bad guy, after all...

Minami's Thoughts: Now I'm even more suspicious of him...

Shiro Utsugi: Did you want to ask anything else? If not, then... Ah, but first.

Toma Inumaru: W-what is it... sir?

Torao Mido: Don't lose yet. Get too polite with him and you're done for.

Toma Inumaru: Whaddaya want?

Shiro Utsugi: Haha, relax. I don't bite. I just genuinely like you guys a lot.

Haruka Isumi: N-now he's the one getting all casual with us.

Shiro Utsugi: You've had to deal with Ryo-kun up until now. How could you be scared of little old me?

Minami Natsume: We're not scared.

Shiro Utsugi: That's good to hear. I can't let you in on the details just yet, but there's going to be big happenings in the entertainment world this upcoming year.

Toma Inumaru: Happenings?

Shiro Utsugi: Specifically, in the idol industry. Ryo-kun did raise quite a bit of commotion before he left, after all.

Shiro Utsugi: In order to regain our trust, we'll have to make moves across the entire industry. Though all of this should be kept off record for now.

Shiro Utsugi: We'll need good connections to make it in the entertainment world from now on.

Shiro Utsugi: On that note, I need you to do something...

Shiro Utsugi: Please go drop by at Takanashi Produtions.

Haruka Isumi: Takanashi Productions? You mean IDOLiSH7's agency?

Shiro Utsugi: Precisely. Your schedules should be open on the day I need you to go, and you'll even get a little reward for it if you do.

Shiro Utsugi: What do you think?

Toma Inumaru: I don't mind...

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you. And the others?

Haruka Isumi: Well, if Toma's going...

Torao Mido: If Haruka and Toma are going...

Minami Natsume: If the others are all going...

Shiro Utsugi: Thank you. I'll be there as well, so let's all enjoy their New Year's party together.

Shiro Utsugi: Well then, please excuse me.

ŹOOĻ: ........

ŹOOĻ: That was nerveracking...

- - - -

Banri Ogami: ...That's enough for now!

Rinto Okazaki: Phew..! I'm so tired..!

Kaoru Anesagi: I can barely stand! I don't know how you can still keep dancing, Takanashi-san, Ogami-san...

Tsumugi Takanashi: I do muscle training regularly!

Banri Ogami: And I sometimes join MEZZO" for their lessons! What about you, Utsugi-san?

Shiro Utsugi: I...

Shiro Utsugi: I'm not sure I can keep going for much longer.

Kaoru Anesagi: Neither can I...

Shiro Utsugi: My age must be getting the best of me... All this moving around is making me realize just how incredible our idols truly are.

Rinto Okazaki: Me, too! They're really something! And Kinako-chan is working just as hard!

Kinako: Myu myu~!

Banri Ogami: Sir, are you feeling alright?

Otoharu Takanashi: ...I'm...

Otoharu Takanashi: ...Fine...

Banri Ogami: You don't look fine at all! You can barely talk!

Otoharu Takanashi: Thi... this is... my first... full rehearsal...

Tsumugi Takanashi: Why don't you go rest in the corner for a while?

Otoharu Takanashi: ...I told Yaotome-kun... that I'd film us... and send him the video so... I could brag about it...

Kaoru Anesagi: President Takanashi, you're acting like a schoolboy with a grudge...

Banri Ogami: I suppose we could all use a break. If anyone needs a drink, I'll go get something.

Rinto Okazaki: We've all got our own water bottles, so we should be fine. Let's go sit down over there.

Kaoru Anesagi: Heh. You want us to sit in a circle? I haven't done anything like this since my school days.

Shiro Utsugi: I wonder where the end of the circle will be... Where would you like to sit, President Takanashi?

Banri Ogami: I don't know if this person's being rude or polite...

Otoharu Takanashi: I... I'm... fine sitting... anywhere...

Banri Ogami: Then let's all form a circle around the president..

Otoharu Takanashi: W-why me..? Hey, Banri-kun... Don't treat me like I'm a zoo animal...

Banri Ogami: I-I'm not! I thought it'd make you feel like our chief!

Kinako: Myu myu~!

Otoharu Takanashi: Come here, Kinako. I'll be fine if I get to rest up with you...

Tsumugi Takanashi: Oh, Dad...

Shiro Utsugi: You were the best Sogo Osaka you could've been.

Shiro Utsugi: You must've had a rough time with Riku Nanase's role too, Takanashi-san.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Well... It certainly puts a bit of pressure on me to be the center.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Did you have a hard time playing Mitsuki-san's part?

Shiro Utsugi: I suppose. You can't dance like him without being especially energetic, so I had to wring out all the youthfulness in me.

Banri Ogami: Perhaps we should've swapped your and Okazaki-san's roles?

Rinto Okazaki: As a fellow glasses wearer, I'm afraid I can't let Yamato-kun’s role go to someone else.

Kaoru Anesagi: Hehe, now you're just being silly.

Kaoru Anesagi: ...This feels weird. I never thought I'd be in Takanashi Productions' lesson room, sitting in a circle on the floor.

Rinto Okazaki: Though we see each other often at work, we rarely get a chance to talk properly.

Shiro Utsugi: May I ask how the rest of you ended up in this line of work?

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'd like to know, too. Why did you become a manager, Anesagi-san?

Kaoru Anesagi: I have two older sisters. They're both beautiful and stylish, with a passion for fashion.

Rinto Okazaki: If I remember correctly, your sisters...

Kaoru Anesagi: ...Did amateur modeling, yes. Though just for a short while.

Banri Ogami: I had no idea!

Shiro Utsugi: It's no wonder. Beauty must run in the family.

Kaoru Anesagi: Hey, I don't want someone from Tsukumo sweet talking to me.

Shiro Utsugi: I know our company doesn't have the most honest reputation, but I'm being sincere here. This is just how I personally feel.

Kaoru Anesagi: ...Then again, I suppose it doesn't feel bad to receive compliments, even from you.

Shiro Utsugi: I'm glad to hear that.

Kaoru Anesagi: In any case, hearing stories from my sisters is what made me want to work in the entertainment industry.

Kaoru Anesagi: It's so beautiful, brilliant, harsh, and relentless, yet gentle... I was so happy when I first got to work at Yaotome Productions.

Rinto Okazaki: And then you got to be the manager to the president's son and his idol group. You're really something.

Kaoru Anesagi: Heh. Pretty incredible, huh? What about you, Ogami-san? Based on some of the rumors I've heard, your reason was quite dramatic, was it not?

Banri Ogami: Right... And it's not that I don't want to talk about it, but it is a long story.

Rinto Okazaki: That's true. It's the kind of story that would take one novel, or maybe three volumes of manga to tell...

Banri Ogami: What about you, Okazaki-san? I know your older brother is the president.

Rinto Okazaki: Yes, he is. Rather than having a particular interest in the entertainment world, I wanted to help him with his business.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Your brother must've been very smart, then.

Rinto Okazaki: Oh, not at all. If anything, I was always the smart one, while he was the troublemaker.

Rinto Okazaki: He set up an event company, and then a talent agency... Perhaps because he met Banri-kun and Yuki-kun.

Rinto Okazaki: I once asked my brother why he decided to set up a talent agency.

Kaoru Anesagi: What did he say?

Rinto Okazaki: He said that since we live in an age where being in the public eye and taking responsibility of your actions is getting more and more risky...

Rinto Okazaki: ...It'd be thrilling to work in an industry with lots of young people who are saddled with those risks.

Kaoru Anesagi: ...Oh, gosh... Maybe he does say smart things sometimes. I'm tearing up.

Banri Ogami: Exactly... They're all really, really cool.

Tsumugi Takanashi: It's really nice to hear someone in this business say that, especially someone who's the president of a talent agency.

Rinto Okazaki: His words are what inspired me to get on board. And he wasn't wrong, the entertainment world is indeed very thrilling.

Rinto Okazaki: What about you, Utsugi-san? What inspired you to get into showbusiness?

Shiro Utsugi: ........

Kaoru Anesagi: What, is it something you can't say..?

Shiro Utsugi: No, I was just feeling a bit shy.

Kaoru Anesagi: Shy!?

Shiro Utsugi: My reason is a bit childish, like something you'd hear from a teenage fan.

Shiro Utsugi: I wanted to offer my support to work so hard to shine on stage.

Tsumugi Takanashi: ...I know the feeling... I started out like that, too.

Shiro Utsugi: Started out..? Do you no longer feel that way?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Of course I do. My idols are very dear to me, and I still want to support them. That hasn't changed a bit.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I know we're only training for a small dance number at a New Year's party... But practicing like an idol has only made that feeling stronger.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Real idols must be doing even more difficult and incredible things than this.

Kaoru Anesagi: Right... Just learning how to sing and dance is taxing enough.

Kaoru Anesagi: At least, it should be. Which is why I want to take care of anything else for them.

Kaoru Anesagi: Whether it snows or rains spears, I'll get them to their next venue safe and sound.

Banri Ogami: Same here... I want to keep them safe, if just this once.

Banri Ogami: They have so much talent and so many ambitions. I want to protect them, so they don't get hurt anymore.

Rinto Okazaki: And I want them to smile. Both on and off work. I want to help them be happy.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Right!

Shiro Utsugi: It's so nice to hear this sort of talk. Let's all do our best for the party.

Shiro Utsugi: I was a bit intimidated when I dropped by here to make my introductions, only to be drafted for a musical number...

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'm so sorry about that.

Banri Ogami: So am I.

Shiro Utsugi: But I realize how a group like IDOLiSH7 came out of an agency like this, now.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Utsugi-san...

Shiro Utsugi: Takanashi-san. You're the one who made them into the stars they are, yes?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Y-yes.

Shiro Utsugi: I'm very happy I got to meet you. I look forward to working with you in the future.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I do, too!

Kaoru Anesagi: Alright, break time's over! Do you think you can keep going, President Takanashi?

Otoharu Takanashi: Of course!

Kinako: Myu myu~♪

Rinto Okazaki: Getting to perform for 16 idols is like a dream come true!

Rinto Okazaki: We'll master MONSTER GENERATiON in no time!

All: Yeah!

- - - -

Tsumugi Takanashi: And before we knew it, the day of the party had arrived.

- - - -

Gaku Yaotome: Sorry, I need you to heat this up for me.

Yuki: Can you heat this up for me?

Iori Izumi: In case you can't tell, I can only fit two pots or pans on this gas burner!

Yuki: Just take this one off it for a second...

Iori Izumi: Nii-san is about to deep fry the chicken in that!

Gaku Yaotome: This one...

Iori Izumi: Keep special steel at the back of the line!

Mitsuki Izumi: What's going on!? Why is the kitchen so full!?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: We brought cheese dak-galbi!

Momo: And we brought curry!

Iori Izumi: I'm preparing for the stew and fried chicken.

Mitsuki Izumi: None of these are New Year's foods... Oh well!

[Door opens]

Tamaki Yotsuba: We've got a whole sea bream!

Riku Nanase: We got it from the fish market!

Mitsuki Izumi: Ooh! Now there's something that fits on a New Year's table!

Sogo Osaka: We got one bottle of sacred wine...

Nagi Rokuya: And a bag of sowing beans, to drive away bad spirits!

Gaku Yaotome: Don't you think it's a little early for the beans?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Are the decorations ready?

- - - -

Yamato Nikaido: And, done! This should do it!

Yamato Nikaido: Sorry for making you guys help out, too.

Tenn Kujo: I don't mind.

Minami Natsume: Thank you for the invitation.

Torao Mido: Where's IDOLiSH7's manager? Y'know, the girl with the fluffy hair.

Yamato Nikaido: Off somewhere with Banri-san.

Toma Inumaru: Maybe they're planning a surprise?

Haruka Isumi: A suprise?

Tenn Kujo: Like making kusudama or mochi pounding sets for all of us.

Haruka Isumi: I like kusudama! I've never gotten to pull one open!

Mitsuki Izumi: Food's ready!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeaf, foofs reafy!

Riku Nanase: Foofs reafy!

Yamato Nikaido: Tama, Riku, no sneaking food from the table!

Toma Inumaru: Curry and fried chicken! What a feast!

Torao Mido: What, no zouni soup? I thought this was a New Year's party.

Yuki: The curry turned out great, though.

Yamato Nikaido: Sure looks like it.

Mitsuki Izumi: I tried some, and it was amazing!

Nagi Rokuya: This stew is delicious! It has beef, and a hint of sweetness.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Sogo-kun, this dish is nice and spicy!

Sogo Osaka: It looks great! Do you like this dish, Tsunashi-san?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It's not for me, it's for Anesagi-sa...

Otoharu Takanashi: Ladies and gentlemen!

All: .......!

Haruka Isumi: W-who was that!?

Iori Izumi: I believe that would be the president of our agency...

Otoharu Takanashi: Happy New Year!

All: .........

Momo: Happy New Year!

Gaku Yaotome: Ah... Happy New Year.

Toma Inumaru: Happy...

Otoharu Takanashi: All together, now! Give it another try! Go!

All: Happy...

Otoharu Takanashi: Happy New... Ah, wait, you're supposed to say it after me...

Momo: Why do I feel like I'm watching a newbie MC flail around on their first job ever...

Yuki: The first time's always the hardest.

Otoharu Takanashi: Happy New Year!

All: Happy New Year!

Otoharu Takanashi: Thank you for this past year! We hope to have another good one with you, so...

Otoharu Takanashi: We'll sing to you!

Yamato Nikaido: You're kidding, right?

Mitsuki Izumi: Wow, our president's really something..!!! But who's "we", anyway!?

Sogo Osaka: Banri-san, and...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Our manager!?

Riku Nanase: Even our manager!? Iori, did you know about this?

Iori Izumi: O-of course not.

Nagi Rokuya: Wow! What an extraordinary surprise!

Tenn Kujo: Come to think of it, Anesagi-san is nowhere to be found...

Yuki: Nor is Okarin.

Toma Inumaru: Nor is our manager...

Otoharu Takanashi: Please sit down and listen to...

Otoharu Takanashi: MONSTER GENERATiON!

- - - -

Rinto Okazaki: ......! The intro is playing!

Banri Ogami: Let's go, let's go! You first, Anesagi-san, then our president!

Otoharu Takanashi: Okay! Let's give this our all!

Kaoru Anesagi: Right! But I'm already getting butterflies!

Tsumugi Takanashi: So am I!

Shiro Utsugi: So am I. Ah, why don't we do something first?

Kaoru Anesagi: Do what?

Rinto Okazaki: Yes, what?

Shiro Utsugi: Put all our hands together, and...

Tsumugi Takanashi: Form a circle! Let's do it!

Banri Ogami: Alright, now for a cheer from our president!

Otoharu Takanashi: Very well! I'm a bit nervous, myself. Ahem, uh...

Kinako: Myu myu!!!

Tsumugi, Banri, Kaoru, Rinto, & Shiro: Yeah!

Otoharu Takanashi: Hey, Kinako..!

- - - -

Tsumugi's Thoughts: As we ran out to the tune of the song, we could see everyone's faces.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Some of them looked shocked, some were laughing, some even looked concerned...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Because of their expressions, I nearly burst out laughing, went completely red in the face, and felt my heart beat even faster...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: But I still danced just like I'd practiced, to the best of my abilities.

Yamato Nikaido: Ahaha! You're so cute, manager!

Iori Izumi: J-just try not to fall over...

Gaku Yaotome: Ahaha! This is amazing!

Gaku Yaotome: Am I right, Nanase?

Riku Nanase: Yeah...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Having their eyes on me made me nervously focus on remembering my parts of the song and dance.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: It was all I could do just to keep up. But it was so much fun.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: They must've all felt the same way. No, even better.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: They got to stand in the spotlights of a huge stage, while a crowd of people cheered them on.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: They only had that moment to dance, and they made the most of it.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: It was incredible.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: I loved it.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: With each awkward step, I felt more and more joy that I could work with the people I admired so much.

Tenn Kujo: Anesagi-san, you're incredible!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Incredible and stylish!

Momo: Ban-san, you're so cool!!! Waaaaahhh...

Yuki: M-Momo, don't cry... Okarin, give us some fanservice!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Gimme some, too!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Whoa! That guy I don't know gave me some! I'll totally be his fan now! Who is he, anyway!?

Haruka Isumi: T-that's our manager...

Toma Inumaru: Was he already buddies with the managers from all the other agencies..?

Torao Mido: That rabbit is amazing! It's dancing to the song with everyone else! Look, Minami.

Minami Natsume: ...I'm sorry... But since I was bitten by a rabbit, I don't like them very much...

Riku Nanase: Kinako doesn't bite anyone! Look! She's giving you fanservice!

Kinako: Myu myu~♪

Tenn Kujo: Not bad.

Sogo Osaka: Wow! Our manager, Banri-san, and even the president are all dancing!

Mitsuki Izumi: Ahaha! This is so much fun..! Happy New Year!

Nagi Rokuya: Happy New Year!

Toma Inumaru: Happy New Year! And great job!

[Applause]

Tsumugi's Thoughts: The song ended, and as I gasped for air, I looked over at our audience again.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Their kind smiles warmed my heart thoroughly.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: I never knew the sight they saw from their stage was this wonderful.

Tsumugi's Thoughts: I laughed bashfully, and just as I was going to speak out to them...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: Okazaki-san started the song back up again.

Rinto Okazaki: This time, we'll all dance together!

Toma Inumaru: Wait, right now!?

Gaku Yaotome: Sounds good to me! Let's dance!

Otoharu Takanashi: ...Huh!? I... I don't know if I still can...

Banri Ogami: Ahaha! Go rest up, sir. Momo-kun, get over here!

Momo: Waaaahhh!!!

Yuki: Stop making Momo cry!

Kaoru Anesagi: Hehe, I wasn't a half bad dancer, was I?

Tenn Kujo: You were great. Next, you can dance with me...

Riku Nanase: Tenn-nii, let's dance together! I'll teach you all the moves!

Tenn Kujo: Just who do you think you're talking to? I probably have them memorized better than you.

Kaoru Anesagi: Oh, Tenn. There's no hiding that happy look on your face, you know.

Nagi Rokuya: Hi, girl. Did you enjoy dancing in my stead?

Kaoru Anesagi: Nagi-kun..!!!

Nagi Rokuya: You were very talented. You danced as if you were my shadow itself.

Kaoru Anesagi: Gosh... I'm so happy... I mean, no I'm not! I really don't care either way!

Torao Mido: Sogo, doesn't your dance go like this?

Sogo Osaka: That's right. Ah... but your wrist should move more like this.

Torao Mido: Like this?

Sogo Osaka: Yes, like that.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Let me join in, too. We can all dance together!

Sogo Osaka: T-Tsunashi-san!

Torao Mido: Yo, Ryunosuke.

Sogo Osaka: You call him by his first name despite being younger than him?

Torao Mido: Doesn't your unit partner call him "Ryu-aniki", despite being younger than all of us?

Sogo Osaka: He at least adds the "aniki" suffix to the end...

Torao Mido: And you think that's an acceptable honorific?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Stop fighting! Let's all joing hands, make a circle, and dance together!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh? Whose hand is this?

Shiro Utsugi: Hello there. I must say, having the Ryunosuke Tsunashi hold my hand is making my heart race more than is appropriate for a man my age.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Huh!? Um...

Torao Mido: That's our manager, by the way.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh! It's nice to meet you.

Kinako: Myu myu myu~♪

Iori, Tamaki, & Haruka: Say!

Kinako: Myu myu myu~♪

Iori, Tamaki, & Haruka: Shout!

Yamato Nikaido: Amazing..!

Mitsuki Izumi: She's singing..!

Kinako: Myu♪

Iori, Tamaki, & Haruka: High!

Kinako: Myu♪

Iori, Tamaki, & Haruka: High!

Yamato Nikaido: And she's doing it perfectly..!

Mitsuki Izumi: The whole thing..!

Otoharu Takanashi: Huff, huff... Ahaha!

Minami Natsume: Are you alright, President Takanashi? Let me get you a glass of water...

Otoharu Takanashi: Ah, thank you. So, you're scared of rabbits?

Minami Natsume: You overheard our conversation?

Otoharu Takanashi: They have very strong teeth, so it must've hurt. But you don't have to worry about our Kinako.

Otoharu Takanashi: If you ever feel like making friends with a rabbit, you can come over to play with her anytime.

Minami Natsume: President Takanashi... I will. Thank you for the invitation.

Minami Natsume: And thank you for the wonderful surprise.

Otoharu Takanashi: I'm glad you liked it. I know we're only drinking water, but... Cheers.

Minami Natsume: Cheers.

Tenn Kujo: ...Ahaha! Nice one, Riku.

Riku Nanase: Thanks!

Tenn Kujo: The song is almost over. I'll need you to be our MC.

Riku Nanase: Okay!

Riku Nanase: I want to wish you all a Happy New Year one more time!

All: Happy New Year!

Riku Nanase: I want to keep this monster generation going for another year with all of you!

Tenn Kujo: Me too.

Yuki: Damn straight.

Haruka Isumi: We'll beat you next time!

Shiro Utsugi: ...It's the start of a new era, after all.

Riku Nanase: Everyone!

Riku Nanase: Let's have a good year together!

All: Yeah!

The End.

#idolish7 #a stage of celebration #translation #i7 #trigger #re:vale #zool #other translations

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Eight Days of Christmas - Day 7

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Warnings: cussing

Summary: Your twelfth Christmas with Ransom Drysdale.

Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6

(divider by @firefly-graphics)

Ransom grabs the two sleds from the back of the SUV as you unbuckle Oliver from his car seat. Laughter and screams pierce the air from Flagstaff Hill, one of Boston’s most iconic sledding spots, as they descend the long and wide slope. It was a perfect place to sled especially since ten inches of snow covered the ground the previous night into the morning hours.

“I wanna go now!” Oli exclaims as you place him on the ground. “Daddy!”

“Yes, Oli?” Ransom questions as he rounds the vehicle and sets his eyes on his three-year-old son; he then moves his blue eyes to his seven-month pregnant wife. He smiles as he watches you close the door. The Drysdale family of four sounded perfect to him, and to you, as he recalled when trying to coax you to have another child. And yes, it was he who wanted another child, mainly because he wanted to see you pregnant again, yet he didn't want Oliver to be an only child like he had been growing up.

“I’mma ready to slide! Go fast!” Oliver boasts as he jogs towards his father.

Ransom places the sleds against the car before scooping up his son. “Once we get over there, we’ll go. Okay?” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “We also have to convince momma to join us too.”

“Momma! You comin’ too!” Oliver shouts towards you.

Ransom chuckles and shakes his head. He walks over to you and places a kiss on your cheek. “Join us.”

The prickliness of his short, trimmed beard sends a shiver down your spine. “How about you two gentlemen go first? I’ll watch,” you remark as you rub your belly. “She’s been active today.”

Ransom raises his brows. “Still thinking it's a girl?”

“Yes, because I don't want to be outnumbered,” you respond with a laugh. You two didn’t want to know the sex of the baby as you had with Oliver. Both of you wanted to be surprised this go around.

Oli kicks out his arms and legs. “Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Ransom laughs as he lowers Oliver to the ground. He watches his son grab a sled and run over to the horde of people, eagerly awaiting their turn to go down the hill. He turns back to you, “You will be joining us later?”

You nod, “Of course, I will.” You reach out and cup his cheek, your thumb strokes his skin, feeling the hairs of the beard you had finally persuaded him to grow out. “I want to watch my husband and son enjoy some quality time together. They’re becoming an inseparable duo.”

Ransom places a hand on your belly, “And if she’s anything like her mother, you two will be putting me in an earlier grave than I originally thought.”

You pinch Ransom’s side playfully. “Ah! I knew you were thinking it’s a girl, too.” You kiss Ransom soundly then laugh. “Go have some fun!”

“Roger that sweetheart.” Ransom remarks before placing a brief kiss on your lips then jogging over to Oli still waiting in line.

After a few times of sledding down the hill, Ransom and Oliver lure you into joining them with promises of a feet rub from Ransom and a clean room from Oliver. Oliver sits on his sled while you settle between Ransom’s legs on the other one. You scoot back and wiggle your ass against Ransom who emits a low moan. “Be careful, sweetheart. There are other people present.”

“Ransom!” you shriek. You then lower your voice, “Just trying to get comfortable.”

He chuckles as he wraps an arm around you and places his hand on your belly. “My beautiful wife is pregnant! I can’t help it!”

“Well, control yourself. Like you just said there are others present,” you whisper.

“Momma? Daddy? You ready?” Oli inquires.

“Yes.” you and Ransom answer in unison.

“You go first,” Ransom remarks as he motions towards the hill.

Oliver smiles and nods. He pushes himself and begins sliding down the hill. His joyful screams moving through the air. It’s a melody you and Ransom will never tire of.

“You ready, Missus Drysdale?” Ransom notices you’re quiet. “What’s wrong? The baby?”

You shake your head. “No. His smile reminds me of his father’s. A miniature Ransom, as your mom and Harlan say.”

Ransom rubs your belly. “And she’ll be a miniature you.” He pauses briefly. “We are holding up the line. Ready?”

“I am.” you respond, and a second later Ransom pushes off and the two of you begin sledding down the hill. Your laughter fills the air, along with Ransom’s, who is holding tightly onto you, making sure you are secure.

In a fleeting rush, you and Ransom are at the bottom of the hill where Oliver is waiting for you. Both you and Ransom are in a fit of laughter as your heart races from the adrenaline of speeding down the slope. Ransom finds your mouth and kisses you deeply. You pull faintly back and look into his blue eyes.

Ransom smiles at you. He knows what you’re conveying without even having to say a word. “I love you too.”

Seconds later, Oliver runs and wraps his arms around you and Ransom. “Fun! Happy momma!” You in return wrap an arm around Oli and Ransom. “Yes, it was fun!” You laugh. “Ready to go ice skating?”

Oli pulls back and nods, “YES!”

Boston Common Frog Pond is a popular place to ice skate during the winter season. People are skating around the pond, laughing and smiling, talking with their friends and family members. They’re enjoying the warm sun beating down on them on this warm yet still chilly day. You, Ransom, and Oliver are sitting under the pavilion, readying yourselves to venture out onto the ice.

“You fell, Daddy?” Oliver inquires as you lace up his ice skates.

Ransom smiles, “Yes. The first time your momma brought me here, I fell on my ass.”

“Ransom!” you hiss as Oliver giggles.

“She laughed her butt off at me.” Ransom continues. “Skated circles around me.” Ransom looks at you and smiles. “I was flippin’ mad at her but soon enough all was forgiven.”

Your body warms at the memory of the first time you brought Ransom here. He was not going to put on ice skates and have people make a mockery of him because a ‘grown man doesn’t ice skate’ but you had told him it would be fine, and you’d hold his hand. Then within minutes of skating, Ransom fell and became a foul mouth Grinch. He despised it, then when you got him back to the house you soothed your Grinch with your hands and mouth, and a nice home cooked meal. Ransom had told you he never wanted to ice skate again but, of course, you had enticed him to the pond plenty of times and he was becoming a good skater. And now, with Oli, Ransom was eager to share the experience with his son.

“Momma! Daddy! Stop with googly eyes! Eeeewww!” Oli exclaims as he moves his eyes between you and Ransom. The both of you lost in the memories of your earlier Christmas seasons spent together.

Ransom cockily grins as you smile widely. “One day,” Ransom begins, “you’ll be in love like momma and me. It won’t be ‘ew’ then.”

Oli makes a disgusting face. “I’mma nota old yet.” He then smiles. “But I, Oli, love momma and daddy!”

You and Ransom laugh. Ransom then hangs his head, “I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“NO!” you and Oli answer in unison as both you and your son giggle together.

Ransom sighs heavily and stands, “We ready to hit the ice?”

Oli’s bright smile warms Ransom’s heart as his son looks at him. “Yes! And I wanna see you fall daddy!

“Not sure if that’ll happen but if it does, you may laugh all you want.” Ransom remarks as he takes Oli’s hand and helps him stand. Oliver’s legs are wobbly as his tiny hands clutch onto Ransom. “I got you, buddy.”

Oli giggles then looks at you, “Come on momma! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

You stand in your skates and walk over to the opening to wander out onto the ice. You reach out your hand and Oli takes it once he’s by your side. “Are my two boys ready?”

“Yes, momma!” Oli replies, eager to hit the ice.

“Come on,” you say as you step onto the frozen water. Oli’s grip tightens on your hand. He pushes one foot out in front of the other a few times. “Good! Keep tryin’!” You then look at Ransom. “Don’t be shy, Mister Drysdale. We’ll both cheer you on!’

Ransom rolls his eyes as he steps out onto the ice. His own legs wobbly, trying to remember how to ice skate. It had been a while since you and he had come down here to enjoy ice skating. “We haven’t been here since, what? Before Oliver was born?”

“Correct.” you answer as you continue to help Oli, showing him how to slowly skate along the frozen pond. Giving Oli small words of encouragement and praise. You glance back at Ransom, “Doing okay back there?”

“Yes…,” Ransom drawls out.

You snicker as you skate with Oli slowly around the pond. The two of you pass Ransom a couple of times who has barely made it around only one time. After a couple of skates around Oli is tired on his tiny legs and you pick him up, skating with him on your hip.

“Fun! Go fast momma, go fast!” Oli claps his mittened hands together.

“I can’t go that fast Oli. Gotta keep an eye on your poor dad.” you laugh.

You and Oli near Ransom again, who’s struggling to keep his balance as he skates. “You’re doing great rockstar,” you praise as you skate up behind him.

“Great job daddy!” Oli exclaims as he claps his hands.

Ransom breathes heavily, “Remind me why am I doing this?”

You smile, “Because you love me, and your son.” You grab his hand, “I can lead you back to the pavilion.”

Ransom squeezes your hand, “I’m not ready to give up.”

Oli’s head is buried in the crook of your neck, you know he’s tired and just by looking at your husband, you know he’s ready to call it a day too. You smile, “Ransom, it’s okay. My boys are exhausted. Besides, they promised me a few things for when we get back home.”

Ransom chuckles as he shakily skates towards you and grabs your waist with both of his hands. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

You smile and cup his cheek, “There will be plenty of times for you to master the art of ice skating.” You tilt your head and rub your cheek against Oli’s head then rub your belly. “Plenty of times, Mister Drysdale.”

Ransom pulls you to him and kisses you. He pulls faintly back and smiles. “I love spending time with my family. And it’s the most wonderful time of the year too.”

“It is, and we’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with the three of us. Forever.”

“I wouldn't have it any other way sweetheart.”

#eight days of christmas #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #christmas series #mini series #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale fanfic #ransom drysdale fanfiction

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sunfloweradoring · 4 years

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the one on the late late show

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I’d been on the Late Late Show with James Cordon many times now; I always had a great time with him and over the appearances we’d created a close friendship that he also shared with the guys - especially Harry. However, this time was different; I’d never been on the show with Harry, and I already knew what was going to take place. I was sure we’d both be subjected to a great deal of teasing from our friend, and he probably wouldn’t hold back purely because we were in front of the cameras.

“Nervous?” Harry asked teasingly, his hip jokingly bumping into mine as we got out of his car and made our way into the studio.

“Only to be embarrassed by my boyfriend.” I replied with a giggle.

“The cheek of it!” He scoffed, gently swatting my bum as I passed him to go through the door he held open. Glancing over my shoulder I shot him a wink before stepping up to the reception desk.

“Welcome, Miss Y/L/N and Mr Styles.” The lady smiled, her cheeks a light red shade as she looked at Harry. “Um, the other band members have already arrived; they’re in room 12.” She explained, standing up from her seat to hand Harry lanyard, which he quickly thanked her for. “And you’re in room 11.” She turned to me, holding out another lanyard with a friendly smile.

“Thank you.” I returned her smile. “I love your necklace, by the way. It’s beautiful.” I complimented, nodding my head towards her jewellery as I slipped the lanyard over my head. The receptionist’s cheeks grew a darker shade of red at the compliment.

“Oh! My... thank you.” She replied bashfully, glancing down at the chain around her own neck as she played with the pendant between her thumb and forefinger. “It was a Christmas present from my mum last year.”

“Well, it’s lovely.” I responded, keeping my smile as Harry gently took my hand to lead me away.

“I was gonna make a joke and say look how much the receptionist fancied me, but I think I had competition.” Harry laughed once we were out of earshot. I shook my head as I let out a little laugh.

“Shut up.”

“Look it’s the happy couple! So nice of you to finally join us!” Both mine and Harry’s heads turned to the voice coming from our right. James emerged from behind a curtain in jeans and a polo shirt with Liam, Niall and Louis trailing behind him.

“James!” I grinned, accepting his friendly greeting of a kiss on the cheek and a quick embrace. After hugging the other three boys in greeting, James clapped Harry on the back.

“Now, Harold, we were just running through the game to make sure everyone knows what to do for the show.” James explained, going to lead the four boys back out to the stage.

“Game?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Uh-” Harry glanced over his shoulder, hand awkwardly scratching the back of his head. James looked between us for a second before laughing.

“You haven’t told her?!” He almost shouted in surprise.

“We’re gonna play a tattoo game.” Niall spoke, shaking his head with a small smile (although the smile looked to be a coverup for a great deal of nerves). I raised my eyebrows in response, looking towards my boyfriend.

“Oh Jesus.” I muttered, shaking my head. “You know what, I don’t wanna know.” I waved my hand almost in dismissal as the men in front of me laughed.

“It’s just a ga-”

“I don’t wanna know!” I repeated, laughing, cutting Harry off before I turned to find room 11 to start getting ready for the show.

Over the next two hours, as the boys made some last minute preparations for the show, I sat in my chair with Lucy as she did my hair and makeup. A soft knock at the door cut off our giggles about something before I called out a quiet ‘come in’. James’ head poked round as his eyes scanned the room before landing on me. I smiled at him through the mirror, not wanting to move too much and mess up Lucy’s hard work.

“Hey matey.” I chuckled, watching as he came over and rested his hand on the back of my chair.

“Everything’s all set.” He stated. “The audience are starting to arrive so I’m about to quickly change into my costume of choice. We’ll come to you first when we’re introducing the guests, that alright?” I nodded in confirmation. “Perfect, and we’ll bring you out after the boys have done their interview and before the game, yeah?”

“I’m not participating in this game, right?” I gave him a teasingly stern look through the glass. He laughed, jokingly standing back in mock fear as he raised his hands.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, miss, absolutely terrified of ya.” Lucy herself laughed at this and shook her head.

“She wouldn’t say boo to a goose.” She snorted.

“Hey!” I playfully whined, turning my head to look up at her. “Don’t be ruining my reputation, it’s the only way I can keep him in order.”

“Oh yeah, forgot about your reputation. Y/N Y/L/N, Hollywood’s most feared actress.” Lucy teased, starting to put away her hair curlers.

“What’s this all about?” Harry’s voice spoke up, his body coming into view. My smile grew automatically at his presence as I reached out behind me with one hand making a grabby gesture. He approached, his hand slipping into mine as he delivered a gentle kiss to the back of my head.

“Just talking about how scary your missus is.” James explained, arms crossed over his chest with a playful grin on his face. Harry let out a small cackle as he looked at his mate before turning his head and making eye contact with me through the mirror.

“What? This one?” He asked.

“No, one of your many other girlfriends.” I joked, rolling my eyes.

“Oh of course, sorry, babe. Yeah, you’re lethal, shit myself every time you look at me.”

“That’s more like it.” I nodded.

“As much as I’d love to stay and listen to this GREAT banter, I’m going to get dressed. Cameras will be here in about twenty, love.” James added, shooting me a final smile before exiting the dressing room.

“Just going to check if anyone has any hairspray,” Lucy spoke after ruffling through one of her bags. “Scatter brain, looks like I’ve left it behind.” I nodded softly as she went out the room after Harry suggested there may be some in his dressing room. He gently pulled my chair around, standing between my legs as he looked down at me.

“Your eyes look like they’re sparkling.” I grinned, hands holding his as I maintained eye contact. Harry’s lips curved into a smirk as he raised his eyebrows. “Are you really that in love with me?”

“You and Lucy been drinking in here or something?” He chuckled, jokingly looking around the table in front of me as if he were looking for empty bottles before ducking down and placing a quick kiss to my lips. I hummed softly in appreciation, standing up from my chair to wrap my arms loosely around his neck. His hands held my waist, eyes roaming around my face.

“No,” I laughed gently, reaching up and slowly nuzzling my nose against his. “You just look really nice.” I complimented.

“Ooh,” Harry released a puff of air. “Now I know how the receptionist felt. Got me all flustered, Mon Cherie.”

“Mon Cherie?” I repeated, giggling. “That’s a new one.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.” He winked, stealing another kiss from my lips.

“You been practising your French or something?” I asked, one hand absentmindedly playing with the hair that seemed to be growing faster and faster by the day.

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “Just wanted to come and check on ya before we go out there. Know you sometimes get a bit nervous with live things.” I smiled at his concern, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek. Unsatisfied, I continued placing a line of kisses from the location of the first along to his lips.

“I’m alright.” My voice was soft, just above a whisper, allowing us to enjoy this intimate moment together. “It’s normally pretty fun with James.” I explained. Harry nodded in agreement.

“You know he’s gonna be ripping the shit out of us, right?” I laughed, shaking my head a little. “Last time I was on he was taking the piss about some of the lyrics from the album, bet he’ll bring it up again or something.”

“Oh well.” I shrugged. “I don’t really mind.” I smiled.

“That’s alright then.” Harry grinned, placing yet another kiss against my lips. “Right, I really gotta get back to the others, but I’ll see you out there, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I replied, looking at him for a second before he pulled away, keeping his fingers laced with mine for as long as possible before he was out of reach and going out of the door.

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“And if these lovely boys weren’t enough for you, ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome our other guest for tonight to the stage!” James announced after another commercial break. “She’s been nominated for countless awards, many of which she’s scooped up for herself. She’s extremely talented, beautiful and funny and one of my dear, dear friends. We’re so lucky to have her here tonight talking about her new film with Bradley Cooper called Lara, please give a warm welcome to Y/N Y/L/N!” The crowd erupted into loud cheers as they applauded. I pulled the curtain a little to allow myself through, grinning towards the audience and waving. I made my way over to where James stood at the top of the stairs where we shared a quick hug. Then, I hugged Liam who was sitting furthest down the couch, then Louis, then Niall and finally Harry who shot me a subtle wink before pulling me against him.

“You look stunning.” His breath was warm as it grazed against my ear while he spoke. I sat down beside him, keeping my composure to not draw suspicion from the audience.

“Now I obviously don’t need to introduce you lot,” James started, absentmindedly tapping his cards against the dark wood desk he sat at.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m familiar with these people. Should I know them?” I joked, leaning forward a little as I looked at the four boys beside me. The crowd laughed along with the joke.

“Well if you treat all strange men the same way as Mr Styles here, the way you were at my party the other night, you’re all in for a treat!” James teased, addressing the audience who roared with laughter. I could feel Harry tense a little beside me, his protective side dominating him. I smiled as I waited for the crowd to quiet down before replying.

“Now if we’re on the topic of this party, James, do you really want to be outing events from that night? Need I remind you what I walked in on with yourself and Mrs Corden?” I tried my best to keep my smirk at bay, but failed miserably. The four boys on the sofa let out ‘oooh’s along with the audience as James blushed deeply, clearing his throat in embarrassment.

“A-anyway,” He started, glancing down at his cards before looking back up at me.

“She had you there, James. Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it.” Louis piped up with a grin.

“Alright, Tomlinson, you’ll get what’s coming to you, too!” Louis held his hands up in defence as he laughed, the audience mightily enjoying the teasing going on.

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“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to play a little game called Tattoo Roulette.” James announced, standing up from his seat. “If I could ask you boys to get up and follow me down here,” He said, walking down the steps before looking back at Liam, Louis, Niall and Harry. They followed behind him, standing beside a table with a number of red boxes. “And Y/N could you come down here too, please?” I raised my eyebrows at his question.

“I thought I wasn’t playing this game!” I laughed, pushing myself up from the sofa as I walked down the stairs. Harry and I weren’t particularly into PDA as a couple, but many gestures in our relationship came naturally and without any thought so when Harry held out his hand for me to take as I walked down the stairs there was a soft coo throughout the members of the audience.

“Don’t worry, child!” James jokingly chastised. “You’re going to choose the boxes for us.” He explained.

“What!?” Niall exclaimed, looking extremely stressed. “That’s not fair! Of course she’s going to be unfair and just pick whatever Harry wants.” I laughed at how exasperated my friend looked and reached out my free hand to pat his arm.

“Niall who says I’m on Harry’s side?” I said. “Perhaps I want him to get the tattoo.” I teased. Harry let out a squark beside me, squeezing my hand.

“What’s the matter with you, woman?!” He playfully glared.

“You better be on my side.” Niall spoke, wagging his finger at me. “Otherwise I’ll never speak to you again.”

“Alright, ladies, alright.” James interjected. “Calm down, she doesn’t know which box has the tattoo in it, do you?” He asked, looking towards me. I shook my head.

“No, I don’t.” I confirmed.

“Perfect.” James clapped his hands together, letting out a puff of air. “Not nervous.” He muttered, earning a titter of laughter from the audience. “Okay, lads, could you go and stand behind a podium for me and my glamorous assistant here will give you a box.” They all did as instructed, not before Harry gave my hand another squeeze. I watched them before James nodded for me to continue.

“Alright...” I spoke, my tone jokingly calculating, my fingers drumming together a bit like a Bond villain.

“Y/N please!” Niall’s voice whined. I laughed at him, taking the first box and walking it over to where Liam stood.

“Here you go, Liam.” I smiled at him.

“Thanks.” He spoke, clearly a little nervous but trying to cover it up (far more successfully than Niall, may I add). I took the third box in instead of the next and walked it over to Louis. He let out a laugh, throwing his hands up in the air a little as the audience ‘oooh’ed.

“Thanks, love.”

Once I had delivered the final box, (to Niall), I stood back beside the now empty table.

“Brilliant. Thank you for that, love. Now, before we start,” James picked up his box, walking over to Harry’s podium and swapping the boxes around. Harry stared at him dumfounded as I laughed along with the audience and the other boys.

“James?!” Harry questioned, watching his friends return to his podium with Harry’s box.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures, Harold. Who knows if anyone told her backstage. They hate me here.”

After a couple of minutes, both Liam and Louis had opened their boxes and were deemed safe, much to Niall’s growing anxiety.

“Okay, okay, it’s my turn.” James spoke, nervously gripping the sides of his box. The lighting altered and a low tone played over the speakers for suspense. James inhaled deeply before wrenching his box open with closed eyes. The crowd erupted into cheers and James’ eyes shot open before he yelled with glee. “Yes!!” Niall shouted, his hands flying up to his face.

“Fucking hell!” Harry shook his head, a smirk on his face as he glanced over at me. He then turned to Niall, gesturing for a hug.

“C’mon mate.” He spoke, pulling Niall against him before stepping back to his podium to open his box. The lighting and sound reappeared before Harry laughed to himself, shook his head and pulled open the box. Instantaneously Niall and James screamed with joy, running to each other before hugging. Niall pumped his fist in the air as Harry shook his head.

I couldn’t help but laughing, my hands covering my mouth in somewhat shock.

“You!” Harry pointed at me, walking towards me slowly before pulling me into a hug.

“I didn’t know!” I squeaked against him. I knew he wasn’t mad though, I couldn’t feel his chest rumbling with laughter against mine.

“It’s alright.” He laughed, pulling away and looking at me with a giant smirk.

“Okay, okay! What a rollercoaster that was! Now, Harold, could you come over here to get your Late Late tattoo, please.” Harry winked at me again before following James over to the tattoo artist. Niall came running over to me, pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He gushed. I laughed loudly at him.

“I genuinely didn’t know anything, Niall.” I said looking up at him.

“I don’t care.” He shook his head. “I know you did it for me, even if it was unconscious.”

Together Liam, Niall, Louis, James and I watched as Harry got his tattoo, Niall’s arm slung over my shoulders.

“What a legend.” James clapped when the artist announced it was over. “Come and take a look.” James gestured to the cameras that zoomed in on Harry’s arm. I walked over with the others, standing beside Harry who put his other arm around my hips. “Thanks for being such a good sport, Harry. Give it up for Harry Styles everybody!” James encouraged the audience who whooped and cheered. I leaned down when I knew the others were somewhat blocking the view of us and pressed a kiss to Harry’s cheek.

“Well done, baby.” I smiled.

“I expect a proper reward when we get home for you stitching me up like that, gorgeous.” He winked up a me, hand playfully squeezing my hip.

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