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crazyoffher · 1 year ago

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WATCHTOWER. - 3

jenna ortega x fem!reader

summary: the continuously reappearing late-night visitor carries out her goal, taking you where she knew you wanted to be.

warnings: unedited

word amount: 4,000+

a/n: i personally think this is kind of boring, so i hope you guys don’t think it is. enjoy this long chapter :) (edit: why did none of y’all tell me i forgot to add the summary 😭)

part one part two part four

“You know, when you said you wanted to ‘hang out’, I figured something like the mall. Not this!” You gawked at the building in front of you, jaw slack, and Jenna couldn’t help but laugh at your expression.

“What? You don’t like it?”

“I fucking love it, Jenna. Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to go here since I was a kid.�� The two of you stood outside the Bradbury Building, an architectural landmark that you were more than interested in.

“Really? I was kind of seeing it as a hit or miss location because I didn’t know what you were into.” That was a lie.

The night you gave Jenna your number, you guys talked from when you got home at midnight until 3 AM. It was enjoyable, to say the least, because you felt a connection with her. With an eased mind, you let her know things about yourself—nothing deep, just who you are and who you’re surrounded with, mainly.

You had a dog, Aries, that lived at your parents house because your apartment doesn’t allow pets.

You had siblings—one sister and five brothers—though two of those brothers lived out of state for college and career purposes. You were the second oldest out of all of them; your eldest brother was Christian, who was 25, and you were 23.

But then came the piece of information that was morally important to Jenna. Your last name.

Immediately after texting Jenna goodnight, she searched your name on Instagram, clicking through dozens of accounts until landing on yours. You and an unknown man together were your profile picture, whom she assumed was your brother.

It was a public account with three thousand followers and five posts on it. Your most recent post, dated back five months, showed you in your graduation gown and cap holding up your diploma.

The caption is what caught her attention, though, reading ‘Certified Architect’.

It didn’t lie, either. You did have a bachelor's degree in architecture, and not long after graduating, you applied for a job at a big-name company, and you were hired, but not for another eight months at the time because all positions were filled. That’s why you picked up the high-paying job you have now, dealing with assholes day and night, but the money was worth it.

You wouldn’t be making as much as you currently did at the restaurant as an architect, but you didn’t care. You didn’t enjoy the waitress job, and the position you applied for at the company paid well.

That’s all that led Jenna to the bright idea of bringing you to the Bradbury Building, skimming reviews for over an hour on architectural landmarks before settling on the building in front of you.

She had no idea about your lifelong interest in visiting the building, though, so she guessed it really was a hit or miss on that part. “You ready?”

“What—oh, yeah, definitely. Come on.” You held out your hand, too immersed in the building to realize your action.

You weren’t a physical person, and you disliked when the hugs friends would give you lasted longer than needed. When you came to reality and saw your hand outstretched, patiently waiting, you were startled. Your dislike for touch came in the form of consent, and you threw all of that out of the window after not taking into consideration that she might not be up for physicality with you.

Before you could retract your hand and mutter an apology, you felt her hand grasp yours.

Your arm fell to your side as Jenna started walking, pulling you along. While you walked alongside her, your face contorted into a nervous expression, and you blew out a large breath you hadn't realized you had been holding.

“Welcome to the Bradbury! Would you guys be interested in scheduling a time for a tour guide, or would you like to explore the architecture yourselves?” You hadn’t taken more than three steps inside the building before a man stopped you, tall and formally dressed. He held out two brochures, which you and Jenna took with your free arms, thanking the man before Jenna spoke up. “By ourselves is fine, thank you.”

The man smiled and walked behind the four of you, with Eddie and Bennett walking at a distance from you and Jenna. She didn’t want them there, but because they were hired for day-to-day protection, all she could do was ask them to keep their distance. They agreed.

“What do we do here?” Jenna was a bit stumped, looking around the building to see railings, walkways, and even an elevator or two. You were more than happy to explain to her the extent of the architectural landmarks.

“You just kind of walk around. You’re meant to take in the design, the art, and there should be informative boards on when and how the building was built as well.” You looked down at Jenna, only to see her already looking at you. You shot her a lopsided smile to acknowledge your appreciation of her thorough listening. “It’s why these places aren’t always filled, because a lot of people would find it all boring.”

She nodded profusely, signing to you that she understood, or tried to understand, all of what you were saying. “Alright, architect, tell me all you know about this place then.”

You pursed your lips, contorting them into a smile. “Gladly.”

You and Jenna walked further, and you were right; there weren’t too many people there compared to art museums or other attractions. There was a passageway boarded off, possibly for renovations, so the two of you traveled down a hall with about three other people standing around.

“Well, for it’s history, the Bradbury started being planned in 1892 by it’s owner, Lewis Bradbury, and he hired an architect, Sumner Hunt, to design the building. The original design was supposedly scrapped because Bradbury didn’t like the imagery it gave, so he hired a draftsman by the name of George Wyman. He had no education as an architect, which led people to wonder if he even changed Hunt’s designs at all and who should be credited as the building's architect.”

“So Hunt got screwed over, basically.”

You nodded. “In credentials and work, yes. Wyman actually worked for Hunt, but I can assume that didn’t last long, you know?” You laughed, and so did she.

Jenna observed how each of your cheeks was marked with dimples and how your eyes narrowed. She was well aware of her own smitten ways toward you, but all she could do was try her hardest to brush them off. As far as she was aware, you were not interested in anything more than friendship.

“Bradbury died the same year, and the building opened a year later. As of now, it serves as the headquarters for the LAPD’s Internal Affairs Division. It’s why you can’t go up past the third stairway.”

“You seem to know a lot about it’s history.” Jenna quirked. Usually, she hated when people constantly talked; it was a major irk for her. She didn’t mind you at all. She blamed it on your smooth, slightly low voice—just a tad—and how calm you seemed when talking.

“Whenever I have an interest in something, I like to do a lot of research on it. I enjoy figuring out the history behind it, whether it’s a landmark or even a cup,” you laughed lightly. “It’s definitely a factor in why I minored in history.”

“Minored?”

“University. I minored in history and majored in architecture. Did I never mention that?” You swore you had, but you didn’t blame yourself. It was the middle of the night when the two of you texted, letting each other know more about yourselves, and you’d be lying if you said you were fighting sleep just to talk to Jenna.

“You didn’t, but it’s really cool. I hated school a lot, but for some reason, the idea of going to university always interested me. I never had the time for it, though, especially when the opportunity came.”

“When, after graduating high school?” Jenna nodded. “I started to garner more roles around that time, and it was clear to me that I couldn’t do it even online. I don’t think I would’ve made it through four years anyway, but I just kind of wanted to know what it was like to live that sort of life, you know?”

“Definitely.” You guys reached the beginning of the staircase, with Eddie moving from behind the two of you to open a low door that was blocking the entrance. The stairs were open, and Jenna’s foot went under a stair. It would’ve left her to fall if it weren’t for her grappling onto your shirt for support.

Your hands flew to her back, reflexes a lot quicker than her bodyguards, who didn’t comprehend that she almost fell until you had already stabilized her. “Are you alright?”

You bent down slightly, pushing the ankle of her leg and sliding her foot out from under the staircase while Bennett’s hands replaced yours on her back. You could feel Jenna let out a huge breath. “Yeah, I’m fine. Maybe a little embarrassed now.” Her cheeks were tinted pink, and her hands were fighting the urge to fly up to her face to cover herself.

“Don’t be. Stuff like that happens all the time, especially to me. It’s like I’m cursed.” You reassured her, and Jenna smiled at the idea of you falling. “Yeah, I can imagine that, and It’s kind of funny.”

“Oh, wow.” You dragged out your words, moving up the staircase with a falsely hurt and sarcastic expression on your face. Jenna followed, her hand resting on your shoulder in fear that she’d slip again. “That was pretty rude of y—oh my god.”

You walked up the last step, turning toward the wall where an engraving sat, reading something rather long and in small writing.

Jenna eyed how you darted your gaze everywhere, taking in the sight of whatever was on the wall as if it were the most precious thing you had seen in your life. “I think it’s time for another history lesson.”

“This absolute beauty,” your hands gestured to the wall, finger pads feeling over the engraved tiny-fonted words, “is the LB Treaty. It’s not actually a treaty, but people like to paint it as if it were. This is the artifact of peace that has been number one for me to see, but I never knew it was inside the Bradbury building itself.”

Still perplexed, Jenna cocked her head to the side to get a better view of it. The engravings sat in the middle of the wall, with scratches and symbols painted all over the wood. She looked at you, your brows furrowed and mouth agape in intense concentration, as if you were not sure if you were hallucinating or not. “What’s the point of it?”

You tore your fingers away from the wall, skimming over the title that read, “Lewis Bradbury Treaty of 1893,” in all capitals. "In 1892, it was discussed whether or not the Bradbury should be put up as a building of visitation, as in if people could visit the place. Bradbury argued no, but Hunt and Wyman both said yes.”

“Shouldn’t Bradbury have the upper hand since he was the owner, though?”

“Not necessarily, because Hunt and Wyman were both equally involved in the construction of the building. Even before Hunt was fired, he contributed to the location of the building as well as getting the official papers, and Wyman was important for the architecture, supposedly.” You shamelessly took a picture of the artifact, shoving your phone in your pocket and stepping back.

“They decided to solve their problem in the form of the law. They made a treaty, but before anyone could sign, Bradbury died, so Hunt forged his signature on the treaty and changed it up so the building could be accessible to all, instead of Bradbury’s plan to only make it accessible to the wealthy.”

“That’s kind of fucked.” Jenna snickered, moving along the stairwell. You took one last look at the treaty before following her, explaining to her more history on the way around as well as pointing out designs and the entire building's structure.

“Would it be too much to ask you to dinner?”

“I’m sorry?” Your ears perked, and you leant slightly closer to Jenna, unsure of what she said in her lowered voice.

She coughed, shoving her hands into her jacket pocket as the cool breeze hit the two of you while you exited the landmarks. The car rounded to the front with Bennett behind the wheel. “I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat, as well, if you’re not busy for the rest of the night.”

Her tone was shy, almost unsure of herself, but she based it on a slight fear of rejection from you. All of it washed away when you gave her a lipped smile, opening the backseat door for her. “I’d love nothing more.”

As you entered the restaurant, you were visibly shocked at Jenna’s choice of dining. “This is, uhm,” you stumbled over your words, turning back to see Bennett arguing with the valet over car control. “I'm going to go out on a limb right now and say that this place is very expensive.”

“You’ve guessed correctly,” Jenna said as she walked away from the hostess, meeting your side on the waiting chairs and noticing your struck expression. “Sorry, I figured you’d be accustomed to places like this because you work in a Michelin-starred restaurant, but we can go somewhere else if you feel uncomfortable in-”

“It’s all good, Jenna.” You cut her off, pointing the palms of your hands in her direction to let her know that you’re fine. “I just feel a little underdressed, is all.”

You eyed your clothes from where you sat: a beige-brown shirt and black baggy jeans with black adidas as your choice of outfit. Meanwhile, all the staff and guests were all dressed in formals, button-ups, and dresses in every direction her eyes scanned.

“It’s alright.” Her hand rested on your shoulder in an attempt to ease your nerves, and your heart skipped a beat at the simple interaction. “I’ve been here a couple of times. Dressing up is just a shnack; the owners and workers could care less about how you look.”

You only nodded, standing when the hostess called Jenna’s name. Her hand still rested on your shoulder as the two of you ventured into the dining room, Eddie and Bennett resting in the car but still within eyesight of the two of you when the hostess guided you to a round table, chairs already outstretched.

You both muttered your thanks before moving to sit down, scanning the menus before giving your orders to the well-groomed man with slicked-back hair. You tried to ignore how he eyed Jenna, his gaze lingering on her, and, to top it off, a not-so-sly wink he sent her when he closed his notebook before walking away.

A busser came by soon after the waiter vanished, filling up both your cups with water before handing out complimentary champagne, ghosting over the fact Jenna wasn’t of drinking age. You watched as she examined the alcohol, her eyebrows raising at you as if she were telling you to test it first.

“Might as well take your opportunity of underage drinking while you can, yeah?” You joked before your lips met the glass, taking a light sip of the champagne, a 1959 Dom Perignon worth well over one thousand dollars.

Jenna took a sip of hers as well, humming at the caramel hints in the champagne. “To be honest with you, I’m not really hungry, but I could eat something to pass the time.” She admitted it, setting the glass down before meeting your addled eyes.

“Why did you ask me here, then?”

“Because I figured maybe you were hungry, and more-so taking this as the opportunity to get to know you more, if you’re willing to share more with me.” You nodded, setting your glass down as well. You took a sharp glance at your waiter serving another table, watching as his eyes darted to Jenna every few seconds.

“With my pleasure,” you said as you scooted your chair closer to the table, “ask me anything.”

Jenna was left in her own thoughts, thinking back to your guys’ earlier conversation about education and before that, when the two of you were texting. “How was university? High school, any form of social experience you’ve had.” She laughed at the overlapping of her own words. “I seriously can’t tell if you’re anti-social or not.”

“University had me close to ripping all of my hair out; that’s how I’ll summarize the experience.” Jenna giggled at your honesty, slowly succumbing to the fact that you had no filter when it came to your words. “It was a breeze at times. You just kind of went to the classes, did homework, and lived your life for the rest of the day until you had to repeat it. But then there are midterms and finals that have you hunched over your desk, nose in multiple textbooks, trying your absolute hardest just to get a 75% on the essay portions.”

“A 75% is passing!” Jenna argued, but you shook your head vigorously. “Not when you go to a student-competitive school with your classmates averaging 85% and higher on each test. It’s really tempting to quit at times when you see other people achieving what you worked hard for and didn’t get.”

Your voice sounded the same as earlier when you were explaining architectural history to Jenna not long ago: smooth and slightly low, intoxicating to anybody’s ears. “Yet you still hung on and got your degree.”

“Because I never fully deterred myself.” You took another sip of the champagne, maybe two, before continuing. “Whenever I felt like walking to the counselor's office and telling them that I wanted to leave, I thought about how hard I worked to get where I was and how much of my time and effort I would be wasting by just giving up because I was comparing myself to others. As long as I really keep my mindset, I think I can handle another two years, maybe even four.”

Jenna’s ears perked at the last sentence; she was not sure if she mistook your words. “What do you mean by more years?”

Before you could answer her, your rather flirtatious waiter came back around, two plates in his hands and a smaller third plate balanced off his arm. He handed the two of you your food before setting down the small plate next to Jenna’s main plate, “and a dessert, on the house, for somebody who looks so sweet.”

You grabbed a cloth that was set to the side, throwing it over your mouth and pretending to wipe something from it, but truthfully biting back the urge to laugh. The waiter winked at her once more before walking away, and it was then that you removed the cloth from your mouth, ducking your head down and trying your hardest to not laugh loudly.

“Stop it.” You felt another cloth hit your head, and you raised yourself up with your hand covering your mouth. “I’m sorry, but I had to! It was so corny.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She pushed the dessert away, taking a couple bites of her food before focusing her attention back on you, your demeanor returning to calm. “Now answer my question.”

“What—oh yeah. Um, I actually plan on going back to university soon.” Jenna’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and you presumed it was because of her food, but her words said otherwise. “You have your degree, though.”

“It’s a bachelor's, and I don’t feel like I’m truly going to get anywhere with a bachelor’s. I was thinking a master's or doctorate would get me even higher-paying and higher-role jobs, so I could try and make a name for myself. A master’s takes an extra two years; a doctorate takes an extra four.” You took a bite out of your food, giving a low hum of satisfaction while Jenna gathered your words together in her head.

“I guess that’s fair enough, coming from me, where I’d die if I had to take more acting classes.” You almost snorted at that, your cloth flying up from your hand to wipe the grime off your mouth before swallowing your food and giving a proper laugh.

The night slowly came to an end as you finished your food, fighting Jenna for the check before ultimately deciding to go 50/50, each paying three hundred dollars for rather pricy, though well-cooked, food. She warily took a note that your waiter gave her when returning both your cards, his phone number written on it, and deciding to throw it in a trashcan outside the restaurant when the two of you headed for the car.

“Poor waiter. He’s not getting a call tonight, is he?”

“Nope.”

The drive to your place took about twenty minutes, the restaurant being on the edge of Los Angeles and therefore far from your apartment. You let out a content sigh when the car came to a halt outside the building, not ready to end your day with Jenna despite the clock nearing 10 p.m.

You asked, “So how long is it going to take me until I can hang out with you again?” On the ride home, she told you about how she had to go out of state for a while to reshoot a couple of scenes for her upcoming movie and wouldn’t be in the country for a month or so.

“When I come back, I’m going to be busier than ever because of pushed-back meetings that I’ll need to take care of, but I think I can see you one day. I might or might not stop by your work looking for a well-dressed waitress in a mentally stressed state.”

You smiled a genuine one at her, rubbing your face, which was slowly deteriorating into tiredness. “You shouldn’t have told me that, because now I can’t wait for it.”

You exited the car from the left door, Jenna from the right, and rounded the car before embracing her in a hug that she reciprocated just as heartfully as you. Her hands were around your stomach area, and your arms were resting around her shoulders.

It was already cold out, goosebumps littering your skin because you had no jacket, and the feel of Jenna’s nose brushed up against your neck, her breath hitting your skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Goodnight, Jenna.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).” And with that, Jenna got into the car that retreated out of the street, and you waltzed into your apartment lounge with nothing but post-excitement running through your blood, ready to knock out as soon as you laid on your bed.

“Welcome home, buddy.” You jumped at the voice, soon recognizing it to be Jack's, who sat on your couch with Scream 5 playing on the TV. “How was your date?”

“Hang out,” you corrected him, “and fucking awesome. I got to rant my heart out about architecture and my life. Why? Because Jenna wanted to hear about it, so suck it, you asshole.” Jack grabbed the remote, throwing it at your hip. He was the last person who ever wanted to hear you rant, plugging his ears with the tips of his fingers if you went a little overboard on explaining something.

“Alright, well, I’m going to sleep-”

“But I want to hear about your date!” He yelled out, watching you retreat into the hallway and into your room. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow!”

Undressing into your usual nightwear, a white t-shirt and plaid shorts, it didn’t take you long to surrender yourself to sleep, only feeling the weight of your restlessness after you were away from Jenna.

A ringtone, a really annoying ringtone, was soon shut off by a hand clawing at their phone, grumbling at their sudden awakening but then it started again, and it took opening their eyes to see that it wasn’t an alarm but somebody calling them.

“Hello?”

“Jenna, why the hell are people saying that you’re now in a lesbian relationship?”

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hey guys 💁🏻‍♀️hope you enjoyed that and if you thought it was boring pls comment something so i can rewrite it to make it more interesting :) don’t ask me about the architecture part because i don’t know where i got it from either…

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nicole-timey-wimey-stuff · 7 months ago

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Somewhere only we know

Part 1

Young Daryl Dixon x Reader (no apocalypse AU)

Read part 2 here

Synopsis- No outbreak and modern ish day AU (set in 2007-2010 era) Reader moves to the Georgia mountains, to live with her dad for her final year of school, as her mum is going travelling with her new husband. She meets a shy redneck boy with a tragic background, who immediately captures her heart.

Warnings - mentions of abuse, tragic upbringings, mentions of injury, feelings, friends to lovers, judgemental town people, readers dad is a sweetheart, reader has good relationships with both parents, but her mum is described as flakey and free spirited. My terrible writing as always (this is me practicing 🤣) slow burn, no outbreak, not cannon at all obviously, love confessions, reader sticking up for Daryl, both reader and Daryl being protective, smut in later chapters but not this one.

Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything

Word count - 3.8K

It was the start of fall, leaves were beginning to change and a cooler breeze was starting to hit the small town you were now going to call home. Green valley resided in the mountains of northern Georgia, population 680 people. It was where your Dad had bought a mountain cabin, just outside of town with a 100 acre orchard. He had purchased the property just over a year ago, in hopes of a slower life. He sold his Californian condo, and made the lengthy move to Georgia.

Your parents divorced when you were 12 years old, it had been a long and lengthy process, and they hadn’t left on the best of terms. Your mum took sole custody of you, but you stayed holidays and the summer period with your dad. Even so you had a great relationship with both your parents, growing up had been pretty uneventful, though your mum was somewhat of a free spirit. Now you were 18 years old, in your final year of high school and full of life. You’d inherited the free spirit of your mother, but the hard working mind of your dad.

Your mum had moved on with her life re marrying a lovely man called Ari, he was also very much a free spirit, and they’d planned a two year travelling trip together. This is what had lead you to leave your shared home in Arizona, and move in with your dad at his new mountain home. You had a good feeling about this move, maybe small town life would suit you? Would it be quieter life or an adventure? You didn’t know, but you were excited to find out.

Perched on the passenger seat of your dads Chevy truck, you drove through the valleys and mountains in comfortable silence. Taking in the sights, the gorgeous autumn colours and breathing in the fresh air. You wound down the window letting your arm fall out, pushing your fingers through the wind.

“It’s good to have you home kiddo” your dad admitted, “It’s going to be nice having you with me again” he continues, nodding contently to himself.

“Yeah” you smile, “I’ve missed this, the two of us hanging out”. He turns to give you a genuine smile, it must be lonely being in the mountain lodge by himself, you decide. Pulling up outside the cabin you gasp “wow” you exclaimed, it’s much bigger and prettier than the pictures he sent you showed. A beautiful stone wrap around porch and neat log exterior, there’s a few planted trees out the front, and gas lamps adorning the entry way. It looked like something out of a fairytale, and you were incredibly excited to see the inside. Taking your phone out, you quickly snap a few photos to send your mum.

Your dad smiled at your childlike wonder as you admired the cabin. “I’m glad you like it honey bee, let’s get you all settled in”. The inside was just as lovely, large brick fireplace and open planned living downstairs, three large bedrooms with en-suites and a study upstairs. Your dad showed you to your room, then gave you space to unpack and settle in. Once unpacked and showered you came down to your dad serving dinner, “I don’t know if your hungry, but I made your favourite, at least I hope it’s still your favourite?” Your dad asks with a small laugh.

“It most certainly is! Thanks dad”

“Good” he nods.

“Ummm God, this is amazing” you groan happily. Your dad huffed a laugh, “I forgot how good your cooking is! Mum’s terrible, we end up with burnt dinner or takeout most nights” you laughed.

“Well I’m glad to get a proper home cooked meal into you then!”

“Soo I spoke to your new head teacher and the school is giving you this next week off, to you know settle in. Then you start a week Monday, so I thought you could spend some time this next week, getting to know the town and the area. We can go for lunch tomorrow in town if ya like?” Your dad explained.

“Yeah that all sounds great dad” you agreed.

One whole week to settle in, yeah that sounds ok you thought. Gives me time to maybe get to know some people too, get to know the route to school. You ate in comfortable silence, before helping your dad clean up and get an early night, it had been a long day and you were exhausted.

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The next morning you woke to birds chirping and leaves rustling. Golden rays were casted through your window causing a warm glow, floating dust particles visible in the streaks of light. A soft breeze was filtering in through the small crack you left open last night, hoping to remove some of the evenings humidity. You determined right then that waking up like this in nature was wonderful, no cars honking or children screaming like the busy neighbourhood you lived in back in Arizona, just peace.

You spent the morning folding your clothes into draws, setting up your laptop and organising your desk space. Before getting ready for lunch out with your dad, you decided faded jeans and a band tee would work, it was exciting to get out and see your new local town, but a little overwhelming too. It was a big change from your life before, and an adjustment period would definitely be needed. Nonetheless it was nice to be spending some quality time with your dad.

“You ready to go kiddo?” You dad calls up the stairs.

“Yeah! Now coming” you yell back, bounding down the stairs.

Driving to town didn’t take long, you watched out the passenger window paying attention to the area and the amenities. The lakes, mountains and colourful leaves were so picturesque.

The town centre was small but well equipped. From what you could tell there were a few restaurants, at least three coffee shops, a hardware shop, a post office, a supermarket, a couple of convenience stores and a surgery. Not including the school and garage on the outskirts.

Pulling up outside a small timber clad diner your dad parks and grins at you, “Your gonna love this place! They have the best pie and great views of the lake” he stated. “Awesome!” You reply hopping out the truck.

Walking inside you take in the place, there’s large windows placed all along the back of the diner, looking out directly onto the lake, there’s warm lighting and the whole place has a very cozy feel. An older woman about 60-65 years old you guessed came bouncing over. “Well hi Allan it’s good to see you, this must be your beautiful daughter I’ve heard so much about?!!” She gushed

“Hey Susie how are you? You’d be right, this here’s my daughter y/n” your dad replied to the bubbly woman.

“Hey it’s nice to meet you” you added

“Isn’t she a sweetheart Allen, you must be so proud, you know y/n your dad here hasn’t shut up about you coming for weeks now” she sang, playful glint in her eyes. You smiled kindly back at her, feeling relatively embarrassed by the attention. “Well you choose a seat hunni, and I’ll be right over to take your orders” she continued before walking off.

“She seems friendly” you stated. Your dad lets out a laugh at your uncomfortableness, “Yeah, small town honeybee. Everyone knows everyone here and they all talk, a lot” he emphasises. “Hmm” you sigh this was something you’ll need to get used too.

You chose a seat with a view by the large windows, and as if reading your mind he hummed “You’ll get used to it.

After lunch you both walked through the town, while your dad stopped at the convenience store to collect some necessities, you busied yourself looking through the aisles, choosing some snacks for yourself. You could hear your dad chattering to the woman on the cashier, everyone in this town really did know everybody. When you looked up your eyes met a pair of bright blue, belonging a boy around your age with scruffy light brown hair, worn clothes and a couple of cute moles adorning his face. You smile at him, he offers a small smile back before looking away bashfully. “Hi, I’m y/n” you offer, “Daryl” he mumbles back.

“It’s nice to meet you Daryl, do you live around here?” You ask.

“Yeah umm not too far, jus down by da creak” he replies. You offer another warm smile, “I’ve just moved here with my dad, maybe I’ll see you round?” You add. Daryl nods looking at his feet, he seems incredibly shy you think.

“Y/n, you done?” Your dad calls, you follow his voice to the checkout and hand him the two candy bars you’ve chosen. “Just these please” you confirm. You look back to the other end of the shop seeing Daryl chatting with another guy, probably in his late 20s.

“I wouldn’t talk to that boy if I were you” the lady on the cashier interrupts your thoughts. You take the time to read her name tag ‘Wendy’ “Hmm” you reply “why not? He seems nice enough, awfully shy” you continue.

“They are the Dixon’s the taller one is the older brother Merle, he’s always causing trouble, in and out of jail. Their dad is a drunk, and lord knows he hits those boys. The older ones left home now but comes back frequently. Daryl’s in school still so he still lives with his dad. It’s only a matter of time before he starts behaving the same way, I’m sure of it” she rants in whispered hush. You frown, you don’t like that. He’s done nothing wrong yet, but already branded by the town because of his family. But before you can say anything your dad pipes up “Well we best be going, lots to do before this one starts school”. “Well good luck sugar just pay mind to what I said, you seem like a sweet girl, and this town talks” the cashier lady implores. You give a tight lipped smile before leaving with your dad.

The walk back to the car is deadly silent and you are stewing your inner monologue ‘how dare she’ and ‘if she knows he’s hitting the boys, why hasn’t anything been done?’. Your dad turns to you reading you like a book, “Hey I get it, you don’t like injustice I know that” he interrupts your thoughts, looking up at him you sigh “It just doesn’t seem fair”. “I know baby girl, if you want to befriend that boy, you do it. I know we raised you to be kinder than that, and hey you could use a friend” he replies. You smile at him “Yeah maybe I’ll see him at school” you nod agreeing with your dad.

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Three days pass in a blur, you sign up to the local surgery and check all your medical details have been passed over correctly. You find the local library and spend most of Monday getting lost in books, you try a local cafe and enjoy drinking your coffee while walking around one of the lakes. You even chat to a few locals, getting to know the town better. But your mind keeps reeling back to the boy with the blue eyes, Daryl Dixon, you’d never met someone so painstakingly shy before, and your a bit shy yourself hating being the centre of any attention.

Wednesday comes around and you need to pop by the school to get your class schedule, your dad takes you so he can get any needed information too. Stood in the principles office, going over everything you’ll need, your mind wonders off. While your dads chatting up a storm, your gaze wonders out of the window.

You spot him sitting under a tree with a sketch pad or writing book in his hands, it’s too far away to really make out. But he’s sat all alone, while all the other kids hang out in their favoured groups, Daryl just sits by himself quietly. This boy has really intrigued you, does he not have any friends to sit with? Are the kids in this school as cruel as the narrow minded adults who roam this town.

“Excuse me miss” you interrupt, “Could I please have a wonder round? Get my bearings before Monday?” You ask politely. “Yes of course you can dear” she replies handing you a piece of paper “Here’s a map, so you don’t get lost, take half an hour or so, there’s a lot I need to go through with your dad here anyways” you explains. You nod thanking her before exiting the room, one mission in mind, finding your way over to Daryl.

Navigating the schools corridors wasn’t too difficult, and you found yourself by the back doors which lead the the playing field fairly quickly. You spotted the large tree smiling to yourself when you found he was still sat underneath its shady branches, lost in whatever he was doing. You slowly approached trying to not startle him, when your figure casts a shadow he looks up squinting from the suns rays, slight frown between his brows. “Hey” you hesitated, worrying now that you had overstepped. But once he realised who you were he visibly relaxed, “Hey yer the gurl from da store Saturday rite?” He questions, his southern drawl thick ‘and adorable you find’ “Yeah that’s me, do you mind if I sit?” You ask, he gestures for you to go ahead, so you ungracefully plop down next to him. “What year are you in if you don’t mind me asking?” You request, smiling at him slightly hoping to put the shy boy at ease.

“I’m in ma final year, tho this is ma second time tryin’ I’m nineteen. You?” He replies, he’s nervously fiddling with a small twig on the floor, cheeks tinged pink. “I’m in my final year too, I’m eighteen. I’ve just moved here from Arizona. I was living with my mum, but she and her new husband wanted to go travelling, so umm I came here to live with my dad for a while” you explain.

“So wat ur ma just made you leave?” He questions small frown returning.

“Oh no no, not at all” you reply crossing your arms in motion with your reply. “No I decided to live with my dad again, I’ve missed him and it’s quieter here, I was ready for the change” you continue. Daryl gives you a Quick look before nodding at your statement.

“You startin' here soon den?” Daryl mused, “Yeah I start Monday” you reply with a smile, your eyes meeting his blue. Daryl looks forward then his brows pinching together, “Well I wudnt be seen wiv me if ya hopin’ to fit in wiv everyone here” Daryl sighs. “I don’t care what anyone here thinks, and you shouldn’t have to feel like that Daryl” you affirm. He turns to you worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, you can tell he’s not used to this, kindness, and it breaks your heart. He makes a small grunt, before fiddling with the twig again. “Anyways I like you Daryl, I’ll look forward to seeing you again Monday” you smile, before getting up to head back towards the school to find your dad.

Daryl watches after you as you leave, face as red as a tomato. He’s never had someone actively seek him out before, and he doesn’t really know how to take it. But he likes you too, you seem sincere and kind, there’s not many like that in this town. He smiles thinking that maybe he himself is looking forward to Monday too.

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It was Friday morning and by now you were becoming a little stir crazy, your dad was great he really was, but he was aloof at times. You think he was trying to give you some space, maybe you were just so used to your erratic mother constantly talking your ear off, and her demonstrative personality. Therefore making your dad seem rather quiet and distant, he checked in to make sure you had what you needed though, and he always spent meal times with you.

This morning he was tending his orchard, getting it ready for the autumn harvest, you knew he had hired some helpers to help him sort things, he’d said this may take most of the day, so you needed to find a way to entertain yourself.

After sipping your morning coffee peacefully on the porch, watching the trees rustle in the breeze, you decide maybe a hike in the forest would do you the world of good. So you pack up a bag of necessities, grab your hiking boots, a map and set off.

As you walk through the forest trails, the sun casts through the trees causing halos of soft glowing light, dew drops hang off branches and it’s all breathtakingly beautiful. You pause for a moment breathing in the forest air, and listening to the sounds of nature, until you hear a soft sniffle. You quietly pad yourself in the direction of the sound, it was definitely a person softly crying ‘what if someone’s hurt or lost’ you think. So you hastily make your way over, coming to a small clearing, where there’s a beautiful tiny meadow tiny flowers and fluffy dandelions fill the space. But there sat in the middle is Daryl, he has his head in his knees and his arms are hugging his legs.

You slowly walk over towards him treading as lightly as possible to not startle him, but he hears you instantly, his head snapping up in your direction. “Wat do yer want” he snaps, you recoil slightly, however you can see he’s hurting so you swallow it down and continue your way over. “I heard you from back there, I was out on a walk” you reply hesitantly. Daryl nods wiping his eyes with the back of his hands ferociously, you can see he hates to be seen in such a vulnerable moment.

You plonk yourself down next to him “Want to talk about it?” You ask. He debates this for a moment, he hates being open and vulnerable, but he can’t remember the last time he had anyone to talk too, Merle was never emotionally available, hell he was barely ever physically available these days. So he swallows down his pride “Ma dad was out last nigh drinkin, came in about three this mornin’ I woke up from his bangin, tried ta help him ta bed. He didn’t take it too well” he sniffled, Daryl looks at you then and you can’t help the small gasp when you see his eye, which was clearly hidden by his mop of hair before. It was black n blue and very swollen.

“Oh my goodness Daryl! One second I have a iced water bottle in my bag” you swallowed, you search through your back pack pulling out the bottle and the spare vest top you carry, wrapping the bottle in the fabric you place it over his eye as gently as you can muster. He still flinches, like you were going to hurt him and your heart shatters. “Here it will help with the swelling and bruising” you offer, and he lets you help him then, carefully watching you as you hold the iced bottle over his bad eye. He’d never had anyone look after him like this before, never been nobody who cared enough to help him. He finds himself leaning into you then, and you have to hide your smile by biting your bottom lip. You notice then his lips bust too, dried blood around it “Here hold this in place, I have some alcohol wipes in here for those cuts” you affirm, letting go of the bottle and searching you bag once more. Finding your small first aid kit you pull out the wipes, ripping the packet before shuffling closer to him again. “This may sting a little sorry” you sympathised, he lets out a small hiss as you gently place it on his lip, dabbing the alcohol into the cut and cleaning off the blood, before doing the same to the cut on his eyebrow.

“There all done, just keep that ice on your eye for a bit ok” you advise. “Ok” he agrees. You spend the rest of the day with him, chatting about everything, even if it was you doing most of the talking. You find out that the meadow is halfway between both your homes, he tells you more about his dad and how nothings ever been done because people don’t care about rednecks like them, Merle got away, got involved in drug deals and fights, left Daryl to deal with their abusive father on his own.

Daryl tells you how he spends most of his time in the forest when he’s not at school, to get away from his dad, but that his father barely notices when he’s gone. He hadn’t gone into school today after his dad beat him, he just ran here. You decide then you’d do your upmost to help him, there was just something about this boy, he captured your attention that first day in the shop, but just a few days in and he’s already stolen part of your heart.

By then time you arrived home early that evening, you had a unmissable smile on your face, your dad notices straight away “You enjoy your hike honey bee? Thanks for the note I’d have worried otherwise” he comments. “Yeah it was nice, I spent the day with Daryl, bumped into him on the trail” you smile. “Ah I see, I’m glad you’ve made a friend” he answers “You hungry? Dinners almost ready” “Yeah starving!” You declare.

Laying in bed later that night you pull out your phone, you’d exchanged numbers with Daryl earlier and couldn’t wait to message.

‘Hey, fancy a walk around the south lake tomorrow?

Y/N’

‘Yah sure, thnks fer today, 10am ok?’

You grin instantly at his reply,

‘Yeah perfect, meet you there? Or I can pick you up?’

‘Nah I’ll meet ya there’

‘Ok see you tomorrow, goodnight Daryl’

‘Nite y/n’

You were really looking forward to tomorrow now.

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bigtreefest · 8 months ago

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Chapter 5: Heaven + Back

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Heaven isn’t even half as far as you’d thought it’d be. It’s barely out of town.

Word Count: 2,181

Content/Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kissing, sundresses, size difference (applies to all readers bc Ari is just THAT HUGE), dry humping (imma call this technically smut), like sickeningly loving glances but don’t call it love, dancing, getting fed dinner

Author’s Note: I’ve never written anything sexual before, so go easy on me. Also, nothing gets me going like a man who treats his partner equally, taking care of certain things and not expecting anything in return, even though the relationship is full of equal exchanges. I hope this chapter shows a little bit of that back-and-forth. Likes, comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo welcome and appreciated!!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Below is the song which inspired this chapter. Kinda a sweet little flouncy tune.

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You and Ari had been officially dating for about two months now, but had agreed to take it slow for the sake of both of your hearts.

At this point, you were much more aware of the other’s schedule and trusted each other enough to share your locations, something he made sure of so you never had to stress over where he was like that one night. The one night that changed everything for him, for the better.

As you were getting off work, you looked down at your phone to see a text from Ari:

‘I’m picking you up at six. We’re going for a picnic. Rest is a surprise😘’

You smiled at the device in your hand. Ever since that night, he also made sure to tell you a general plan of the dates to ease your worries. Whether or not to eat before, what you might want to wear, could all be implied since he gave just enough detail without spoiling the whole plan.

Ari smiled down at his phone when he saw your reply:

‘I’ll be ready, see you then, Bear❤️’

Ari’s buddies at the ranger station took note of his dopey smile, the way he was always checking his phone unlike anything they’d seen in years of working together. Not even when he was dating his ex, Savannah, or as they all said amongst themselves, ‘the she-devil who must not be named,’ had he ever been this plugged-in.

She never cared to be around, and Ari never cared enough to check his phone for his messages while on the job, and that’s all they needed to know. You, however, they all really liked you. You had come by to surprise Ari during one of his later shifts, so only a few of them were around. Rachel and Max sat with Ari in the dim shack, lit mostly by the golden light that came through the blinds facing the west, a product of the sunset.

You knocked and came in, wearing a sundress and carrying a light dinner you had made using croissants you got from the bakery in town, along with a few baked goods for Ari and the other rangers. It was your day off, and another day of trying a new spot, so you’d figured it was as good a time as any to see where he worked and make a good impression on the closest things he had to friends besides Sammy.

You introduced yourself and sat with the three of them for dinner, everyone raving about the food and thanking you for the rare treat. When you got up to leave, Ari walked you out, giving a bear hug and kiss before he opened your car door and watched until you drove away.

He returned to the station to be greeted by two smirking faces as they chewed their desserts. “We like this one. Don’t mess it up.” Rachel quipped.

Ari went to sit back down at his desk, thinking about you in that sundress, unable to wait until the next time he could get you alone.

Ari was far from a home cook. All that his fridge really housed was enough to get by, but not enough to impress you, so Rachel helped him pick the best restaurant to get some takeout for your picnic date tonight. He’d cook for you someday, but he figured it was better to have enjoyable food now, while he was still learning. You didn’t deserve to be fed garbage.

He stopped by town to grab the meal before heading up the winding road to your place. You stepped out on the front porch in another one of your sundresses, hair down and sunglasses perched on your head to combat the evening light. You weren’t wearing a jacket, but this was by design. Maybe Ari could keep you warm. Little did you know, he had the same plan. He had purposely not said anything about needing one, excited for the chance to put you in a jacket of his own. It made him feral.

Ari walked up and greeted you with a peck, holding your hand to guide you back to the truck. Well, more like him holding out his pointer finger for you, with your smaller hand wrapped around it. You learned that first night after holding his hand that it was a little difficult to spread your fingers to accommodate for his large ones, so this was one of the solutions, besides holding hands without interlocking fingers, just as good of a fix.

He opened up the driver’s seat of his truck, knowing you would’ve slid as close to him as possible anyway, and grabbed your waist to help you get in as you jumped and slid, scooching over. Ari followed and held your hand once again as he drove.

“So where are we going?”

Ari glanced between you and the road with a smile. “Somewhere very special.”

He took a turn off the paved road and onto a dirt path, an access route that was part of the lesser-used hiking trails. Ari pulled past a creek, and through the evergreens, until he reached a rocky clearing, turning the truck around so the bed was facing a cliff.

He hopped out of the truck as you scooted to the edge of the bench, legs dangling over the side as Ari moved to stand between them. He rubbed your sides, leaning in and placing his forehead against your chest. He took a deep inhale, comforted by the scent of your perfume, but you could tell it was more than that. He was about to say something important, something that made him feel vulnerable. You ran your hands over his hair to comfort him, an attempt of telling him he could take his time, you would wait. His eyes raised to meet yours.

“This is my favorite place. I don’t think many people come out here, but it’s probably the best view you’ve ever seen. I used to run up to this spot just to get away from everything. Seeing town so small really put everything into perspective at a time where I was so fragile and everything was falling apart. I wanted to share it with you.”

You looked down at him, grateful that he trusted you with something he valued so much. “Thank you, Ari. Thank you for bringing me here.”

You leaned down and kissed him before he helped you down and led you to the edge of the cliff. He was right, it was a phenomenal view of the town below, framed by the rest of the mountains that created a valley for it to sit. A haze was falling down the mountainsides, covering everything in a light mist that caught the golden-pinkish hue the sun began to cast.

Ari opened up the truck bed, where you saw pillows and blankets wrapped up. He helped you in before joining, the two of you working together to lay them out before he pulled out the food through the back window of the truck.

You offered a hand, but he insisted on finishing the setup himself, pulling you across his lap and feeding you bites, alternating with his own.

As you finished up and Ari set the containers aside, you shifted to straddle his lap, your sundress draping over both of your legs like a puddle of fabric. From his point of view, he swore the setting sun formed a halo over your head. You looked angelic, and it was fitting, for the grace you always gave him. Sunday morning had nothing on you and the miracles your simple existence had done for Ari. He didn’t know he had needed saving, and that was just what you had done for him and then some.

Ari admired everything about you. It’s like there was magic in your eyes. For all he knew, this gravel road was a street of gold because you touched it. The only thing he hadn’t seen you do yet was turn water into wine. But to be fair, he hadn’t asked.

As you looked into his eyes, searching back and forth, you could see how deeply he was looking into your soul.

“Hey, Bear, what’s going on in your head?” You leaned in closer. He always looked at you with such deep care, but it was too soon to call it love, right? Maybe it was longing? Maybe it was trust, or appreciation? What was a word to describe all of those things together?

He looked up at you with the dopiest grin. “Just thinking about how amazing you are.”

His hands rubbed your back, slowly pulling you down closer to him until your lips met. Your fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching his scalp, causing him to moan into your mouth. This kiss which was soft and tender at first became needier. Ari’s hands moved to your hips and squeezed.

His grip pulled you forward, creating a delicious friction against your core. You could feel yourself growing wet through the thin fabric of your panties as he continued to guide you back and forth in his lap. You pushed yourself against him harder, feeling his erection grow through his jeans as you maintained a rhythm.

You finally pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air and tucking your face into his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his sun-kissed skin. The salty taste of a thin layer of sweat hit your tongue, swirling with his familiar cologne and the surrounding pine, creating a comforting musk that was so him.

One of Ari’s hands moved to your cheek, guiding your head so you could look into his eyes again.

“Eyes on me, Duchess. You look so beautiful right now. You’ve gotta be an angel, this feels heavenly.” Ari panted between his words.

You began to move your hips furiously against his, whines leaving your mouth as you could feel yourself cresting towards a peak. You could tell Ari was getting close, too, his moans growing deeper and raspier as his fingertips dug into you.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. I can feel how wet you are through my jeans. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

His eyes, his words, his body. They were all begging for release. The combination pulled you towards the edge as you felt a warmth flush over your entire body, your eyes squeezing shut, abs tensing, and pussy clenching around nothing. Ari’s strong hands kept you moving, riding out your high as he finished below you with a low grunt, your open mouths against each other, exchanging air.

When you opened your eyes again, you were met with Ari’s, half-lidded and hazy with satisfaction. You scooted back towards his knees to see a shared wet spot on his pants from both of your releases, but Ari wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed at all. He had just shared an intimate moment with his favorite person in his favorite place, and every second of bliss was worth the slight discomfort he was beginning to feel. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to sit up from his spot leaning back against the truck cab.

Ari could see the shiver that ran through your body now that the sun had set, taking the heat with it.

“I’m, uh, gonna change into some of the spare clothes. You want a jacket?”

He vaulted over the side of the truck bed, landing in the dirt with a soft crunch of the pebbles under his feet as he opened the back door.

“Yes please.” You had moved to the edge of the bed, looking out over the cliff at the lights that now glowed in the windows of homes and shops below. It was picturesque, almost like a model village.

You turned over your shoulder as you heard music start to play. Ari had turned on the radio, low on the dash, a familiar type of music coming through the speakers and open driver’s side doors. You could see he had changed pants as he reached out a hand toward you.

“Care for a dance?” You jumped down and joined him as he slipped a hoodie over your head and pulled you close. Once a couple songs has passed, Ari stopped swaying and pulled away, looking at you sheepishly.

“I kinda didn’t think this through, but I need to turn off the radio so I don’t kill the truck battery.” You laughed and nodded, heading back to push yourself up and sit on the edge of the tailgate.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. As much as I love being out here with you, I’m sure being stranded bear bait is not a good look on me.”

Ari returned to you and scrunched his nose, leaning close. “Too late.” He whispered in your ear before playfully biting your neck and joining you up in the bed again. You giggled as he pulled you closer, the two of you eventually falling back, laying there and looking at the unobstructed sky full of stars.

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Bonus A/N: How badly do you think a person needs a pinky toe? Because I would definitely cut mine off for a truck bed date with Ari.

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charlesf1leclerc · 1 year ago

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The Leclerc family

Now we have every member of the Leclerc family for now unless I choose to add another kid or someone else later on I thought I would give a little description of the life of each kid.

I’ve been following these ideas for each kid when I wrote each fic as I feel like having a bit of a background really makes the character

Indy Jules is by far the sweetest of the children. You wouldn’t say she’s introverted as she knew how to speak her opinion and boss her siblings around but she did seem like an introvert when standing next to the Leclerc siblings. She always helped out around the house and wanted to help her mum in whatever way possible. Indy loved her dancing and gymnastics she was very good at it as well. She was also the most fashionable person in the family she must of gotten that from you, she loved to look her best all the time and loved to dress just like her mum. Jules was a Gemini being born in June. She is a mummy’s girl and loves to follow her mum around and be just like her. Indy was also very talented at playing the piano as Charles had been teaching her for most of her life. Indy’s favrouite colour was light blue, he favrouite season was Spring and she loves bunnies and ducks. She wants to be a professional dancer when she grows up and you and Charles are doing all you can to support her in that. Unlike her other siblings her favrouite uncle is Lorenzo as he matched her energy better than Arthur. She enjoyed school and it wasn’t a problem to get her to participate and complete her homework. She really was an easy first child.

Sicily was the middle child of the leclercs but by no means was she ignored. She was a crazy Virgo she loved to run and rough around with her friends and her brother. She was less of a fashionista she loved to dress herself and could care less what she looked like as long as she got to run around in it. Sicily was definitely taking after her dad she enjoyed watching cars and sports she was always eager to go to as many of Charles racing events as possible. Charles was excited for the day they could put her in karting and build her career in racing. As of right now Sicily was enrolled in soccer and she was loving it, as well as the fact she was very good at it sure it was only junior soccer but everyone knew there was a talent their. Sicily loved all animals , the colour green and she loved the outdoors always insisting on trips to the park to hang upside down on the monkey bars , or climbing a tree whenever she got the chance. Her favourite uncle was by far Arthur she loved to rough around with him Sicily was also the most talkative child of the three always speaking her opinion in a sense she had very little filter. Sometimes Indy wonders if she has two brothers instead of a brother and a sister as the two younger siblings are very similar.

Remy was the youngest and only boy of the leclercs. He was loving but wild just like his middle sister he loved running around and he would climb on anything and everything. He loved dinosaurs and cars as a typical boy. Of course Charles was in love with the fact two out of three of his kids were obsessed with racing as he was excited that they were following his passion. Remy loved sweets he would often spend time baking with you any type of cake or biscuit although most of the batter was normally eaten after. Even though he was super crazy he was not your craziest, child that went to Sicily as he was still super soft and loving, he loved cuddles on the couch at night and he enjoyed telling everyone in his family how much he loved them. He was the only child who had inherited Charles curls it’s seems and you loved taking care of them and styling his hair just as much as Remy did. Remy was an energetic Aries, he loved the colour green and blue, and at this stage in his life he was obsessed with any animal he could find , he was obsessed with bring snails and bugs in claiming them as pets until you and Charles explained that their home was outside. He was majorly addicted to anything dinosaur one day he plans on meeting a dinosaur you weren’t sure how but let the kid dream. His favrouite uncle like his uncle was Lorenzo as although Lorenzo was quite mellow he felt comfortable around Lorenzo as he was the calm to his crazy. Currently he was very involved in tennis as it got the energy out but also it wasn’t a team sport as although he was wild Remy was still learning to be comfortable engaging in conversation with someone other then his Mum, Dad and sisters so tennis was the perfect sport for him and there was no doubt in the fact he was good at it as everyone in the Leclerc family had those sporting genes in them.

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 11 months ago

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All is well Part 4

Summary- Ransom reflects on how he ended up in this place. Daisy has so much love to give. And Baths are a love language for sure!

Pairings- Bucky x Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Ransom x Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader, Jake Jenson x Precious!Reader, Andy x Peach.

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, masturbation, mentions of jail, sex (piv), Oral (f & m receiving), edging, scissor play, mentions of; spanking, biting, edging, toy play. Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare 18+ only!!

Word count- 14.3k

Authors notes- Obviously takes place in an AU where all the guys stories mix perfectly! As I’ve told @rainydayandmondays and @theinheriteddutchess Daisy is a little slut when she wants to be. 🤭😏

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Ransom sits on the back patio, sipping coffee and watching the leaves fall. The door opens behind him and he doesn’t bother to turn and look. A strong hand clasps on his shoulder and he knows who it belongs to. “What do you want Ari?”

“Oh Nothing much.” Ari sits next to him and smiles, “Andy was just checking in to see how it was going. What should I tell him?” Ransom rolls his eyes and looks at Ari.

“That I really love camp and can’t wait to write home about it.” Ransom shakes his head and takes a sip of coffee. Ari sits back and just watches him for a moment before he lightly laughs.

“Yeah cause sleeping with three different women and having someone cook all your meals sounds like the worst experience in the world.” Ari says, Ransom is about to say something snarky when Ari talks again “What was it that Daisy said? That you had to hold your tongue to get one of your precious baths?” Ari laughs and pats Ransom’s shoulder. “I won’t tell if you won’t, but you have to talk to me.” Ransom looks up at the sky, wonders if his mom’s house would be better than this. Then he remembers the sweet way Daisy rubs his back or the way Precious holds him close, when he asks of course, or the way Dutchess laugh makes him smile. This house is way better than his mom’s. So what if he has to clean a little and not be so quick to cut someone down. He can live with that.

“I don’t mind it, it’s better than jail that’s for sure.” Ransom finishes his coffee and sets the mug down.

“You know it’s not nice to talk about Linda’s house like that.” Ari jokes and Ransom actually cracks a smile. “I never thought she’d go for this arrangement but I I’m glad she did, it’s what you needed.”

***5 months earlier***

The ringing phone pulls him from his sleep, grumbling as he silence’s the ring, not wanting to wake his sleeping fiancé and baby. He quickly gets dressed and is almost out the bedroom door when he hears her voice, “Andy?” He turns around to see her sitting up in bed. “Andy where are you going? It’s still early.” Andy smiles.

“Someone I helped put away is getting released. I need to go see why.” He walks over to her. “Then I will be back, I promise. Take care of little man for me, okay?” She nods and gives Andy a kiss, “see you later, sweet peach.” and that he is gone. Andy would love nothing more than to crawl back into bed with his fiancé and spend the day relaxing like he had planned to. He got a second chance at a family, he’s not going to let anything ruin it this time. Knowing Ransom Drysdale somehow got his sentence overturned breeds nothing but worry in Andy’s mind, worry that his life isn’t going to be so relaxing for the foreseeable future.

He fidgets and taps on the steering wheel as he gets closer and closer to the courthouse. When he finally arrives he is ready to fight, he sure as hell isn’t letting Ransom walk without a fight. Siting in his office is an older women with white hair and glasses. Linda Drysdale. She demanded Andy get up and get to his office at the crack of dawn to talk to her, there are some conditions about Ransom’s release. And seeing as he was the prosecutor on Ransom’s case, he needed to sign off on these conditions. He can’t wait to tell the Drysdale’s to go fuck themselves and lock Ransom back up. Murders don’t go free, not on his watch. He locked up his own ex-wife for god sake, he has no issue locking up this asshole… again. “Linda? You wanna tell me why you beckoned me here at this hour?” Andy asks as he walks around his desk and takes a seat. Linda smiles.

“My son is going free. There is no doubt about it but he is only free on the condition that he either comes back to live with me. Or he goes to a halfway house and is monitored while he is reintroduced to society. The judge already cleared it.” She gives him another smile, Andy wants to slam his fists against his desk and tell her to get the hell out of his office, but he doesn’t.

“Then why are you here?” Andy says through clenched teeth, angry that justice won’t be served.

“I need you to meet with him and his lawyer at the jail this morning to go over these options. Once he decides you will bring the paper work to the courts and approve his release.” Linda explains.

“And why on earth would I help your murderous son walk free?” Andy asks, a little humored at her demand.

“Because money talks and I know about your first wife and son-” Linda starts but Andy stops her.

“That’s enough!” Andy sighs and stands from his desk. “Get out of my office so I can go.” Linda gets up and walks to the door.

“I look forward to hearing what he decides.” She puts her purse on her arm. “I know he will make the right choice.” She leaves and closes the door behind her. Andy sits in his chair and lays his head in his hands groan and just wishing he could be back home in his sweet peaches arms. Andy meets with the DA before he leaves and he explains that Linda pulled all the strings she had and used almost all the money she had left to get the conviction overturned. “So by week’s end he will be out.” Andy shakes his head and runs his hand over his beard in disbelief and anger. All the hours wasted on this damn case, hours he could have been with his sweet peach. “This is bullshit and you know it!” The DA raises his hands and says some line about how his hands are tied.

Wanting to make Ransom wait a little, Andy takes his sweet time getting over to the jail. When he arrives he is informed that Ransom and his lawyer are waiting in a meeting room and have been for a while. Andy responds with a smile and a simple I know. He is escorted back to the room and the first thing he sees is Ransom’s worried face. For some reason a sense of pity washes over Andy.

“Why am I here?” Ransom asks. He looks worried, agitated. Andy motions for him to sit, so he does.

“Your mom got your conviction overturned.” Andy says, Ransom is shocked.

“How?!” He exclaims.

“How else? Money.” Andy says with some edge in his voice. “Anyway, it’s under the condition that you return home under monitoring or go to halfway house and they monitor you there.” He looks at Ransom and then his lawyer. “So what’s it gonna be?”

His lawyer glares at Andy and starts to say, ‘let us talk it over’ but Ransom answers fast.

“No. I-“ He looks away. “I won’t go back with her, I can’t. I’d prefer jail.” Ransom stands up and knocks on the door, telling the guard he is done.

“Ransom you’re a free man.” His lawyer says. Ransom shakes his head and lets out a broken laugh.

“No one is free in that house. No one.” With that he is taken away and his lawyer start to bargain with Andy. Andy doesn’t listen because he actually feels sorry for the kid. As he is leaving and walking to his car a reminder from his calendar pops up. He forgot that he has a lunch meeting today, and then he gets an idea. “Well damn, maybe those ladies are exactly what he needs.” Andy gives the building another glance before he leaves. He sees Ransom looking out of the community room window, watching him.

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“Do you think they would be up for another?” Andy asks as he takes a sip of his beer. Ari laughs and shrugs.

“I don’t know. You could have called any one of them and asked. I’m not their handler.” Ari laughs and Andy nods in agreement.

“I know but you are like the big brother-“ Andy says and Ari cuts him off.

“Whoa! No. I’m more like a ‘late in life Step-brother’, I do sleep with them so let’s not compare us to a bio-sibling relationships. In fact let’s not compare me and the ladies in any way that would make us related.. at all.” Ari says and Andy lets out a loud laugh. Ari can’t help but smile, he hasn’t seen Andy this happy in years. Lori going crazy and Andy finding Peach to start over with while also helping with Jacob was the best thing to happen to him.

“Anyway, all I’m saying is you aren’t attached to any of them, at least not permanently. So you can be unbiased on if a new guy would work.”

“Well sure,” Ari says, “But that doesn’t mean they have the space for another guy.”

“Just meet him. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, he is an asshole but I think he needs it.” Andy begs. “I can’t let all the work I put in on that case go to waste. I need him to actually do some time and come out better for it.” Ari sighs and agrees.

“Okay, I’ll meet him and then bring it up to the ladies if he seems like he’d be a good fit.” Ari says. “But you owe me another beer.”

“Deal.”

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Ari gets one look and conversation with Ransom and he just knows, the house is where he needs to be. Ari calls a family meeting that night and tells you all about Ransom. The boys aren’t super thrilled and you ladies are the slightest bit hesitant.

“Will he bunk downstairs with Jefferson?” You ask. Ari nods.

“Look, he’s not the greatest guy and he is an asshole. He was in jail for attempted murder of his grandfather and murdering the maid.” He looks at you, he knows you are the one that would give in. “Come on, Daze. Trust me, he needs it.” You look at Ari and then at Steve and Bucky.

“Oh come on Daisy- don’t look at me like that.” Steve says.

“Yeah that’s not fair. You know we can’t say no to those eyes.” Bucky says. He sighs and nods. He looks to Steve who is the deciding factor and he nods as well. You look at Ari and smile as the others agree.

“I’m not gonna lie, yall are gonna hate him.” He looks at you all. “You are all kind and you’ve become family. He is new and he will push buttons. Just be prepared and remember you all agreed.” He gives it a minute for anyone to back out. When you don’t he smiles and uncrosses his arms, he didn’t realize when he crossed them to begin with. “I’ll call Andy and let him know.” Ari gives your shoulder a little squeeze as he walks out of the room.

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“A house full of 9 other men and 3 women? And the three women make the rules and call the shots?” Random asks.

“Yeah, I live there and we are like a little family.” Ari says, Ransom rolls his eyes. Ari looks at Andy and Andy urges him to continue. “Look Ransom, it’s a nice place. Food, freedom, a bedroom to yourself. You get your life back and if I’m being honest? The ability to have sex again with a person and not just your hand.”

“Whoa wait- the women sleep with you all?!” Ransom asks, way more intrigued than before.

“Well it’s not like a requirement and they aren’t just giving it out to anyone there. They are all married and have another man or two that they spend time with as well. And those men live in the house. You play your cards right and just maybe one will take a liking to you.” Andy looks at Ari and then looks back at Ransom, he can tell that Ransom is already sold and isn’t really listening anymore. “Again it’s not a promise but it’s definitely a possibility. But you’ll have to really work at getting on their good sides. They are all about rule following and having a harmonious environment. And they let us live there for basically free. I mean we have to help pay the bills but no rent fees and stuff like that.” Ransom still looks slightly skeptical. “No check ins with parole officers, no ankle monitors, this is your best option. Unless you wanna go to a real halfway house?”

“No.” Random answers.

“Or back to your mom’s.” Andy says

“No, please-“ Ransom says desperately. “Please don’t make me go back there. I can’t.”

Ari nods and puts his hand on his hips.

“Okay then, the house it is. Don’t worry it will all be okay. All is well and stuff.” Ari smiles and Andy laughs. “Alright, let’s get you released!”

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“A halfway house??” Linda asks, staring down Ari and Andy. “That’s really what my Ransom decided on?!”

“Yup!” Andy says. “I was surprised myself when Ransom chose it. But I think he just wants a fresh start.”

“What kind of halfway house is this?” Linda asks. “I want to research it.”

“You’re not gonna find it online ma’am.” Ari explains. “But I promise Ransom will thrive there.” He smiles and Linda looks at him still skeptical.

“I need to see this house.” She demands.

“I’m sorry but for this to work for Ransom he needs to go ‘no contact’ for the first few months.” Ari gives Linda a perfect smile and she blushes. “We will take great care of him, I promise.”

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Ransom gets released and says goodbye to his mom. She’s weepy and Ransom is counting the minutes till they are in the car. The drive there is quiet, Ransom is either scared that Ari is actually taking him somewhere to kill him or he’s sad. Ari is betting on the first one. “Well here we are.” They pull up into a long driveway covered by trees. You can’t see the house from the road and it’s surrounded by forest. The house is huge, Ransom counts at least 10 windows on the front of the house, and that’s just the bottom floor. It’s a new build but it looks old, it makes Ransom smile, reminds him of his grandfathers house. Not the same style, just the grandness of it.

“Whose house is this?” Ransom asks once the car is parked. Ari just smiles.

“Come on in, you can meet guys.” Ari says as he climbs out. Ransom is skeptical he bets this was all a trap and there aren’t any women at all. If he’s honest that the only reason he agreed. Free place to stay and 3 ladies who he can get in bed with. What more could a guy ask for? If there are no women inside he’s gonna lose it, these men will feel his sharp tongue and the weight of his lawyers. The entryway is nicely decorated, there is a place by the front door where everyone leaves their shoes. There are cookies baking in the oven, and the house is almost spotless. “It’s usually never this clean. Clean but but not this clean.” Ari laughs. “I think they just wanted to make a good first impression.”

“Where are they?” Random asks as he sets his bag on the floor. “Seems like no one is here.”

“Well the ladies and a couple of the guys aren’t but some of the men are still here. Something important came up this weekend that pulled away a few and then the others are visiting friends and family.” Ari explains.

“Why would they leave town when a new guy is arriving? Seems a little rude if you ask me.” Random pouts a little. A weekend with just a bunch of dudes? Not his idea of a good weekend.

“They wanted you to meet the guys first and let you get settled in. Then the emergency happened and pulled two of the guys away as well. You’ll meet them when they get back.” Ari explains and motions for Ransom to follow along. They walk down the hall and bump into Jake.

“Oh hey! I’m Jensen- well Jake, you can call me Jake.” He shake Ransom’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” With that Jake is walking down the hall, “follow me, allow Ari to rest a little. I’ll show you around.” Ransom gives Ari a look and Ari pats his shoulder.

“Jake’s great, he will show you to your room.” Ari says as he walks to his room.

“Great, I get the puppy dog to show me around.” Ransom mumbles. Jake hears him but he just smiles and keeps walking.

“This here is Daisy’s room, she share it with her Husband Steve and her boyfriend Bucky.” Jake says, that catches Ransom’s attention.

“Boyfriend?” Ransom questions. “I didn’t realize this was that kind of house.” He smirks and Jake turns around. “I mean I knew the ladies could get around if they wanted but I didn’t realize they had boyfriends and husbands.” Jake shakes his head and laughs.

“Oh they are gonna have fun with you.” Jake laughs again and Ransom smirks.

“I’m hoping.” Ransom answers and Jake can’t help but laugh again. He pats his shoulder which Ransom is getting really tired of, when did people start to think they could touch him, Ransom Drysdale.

“Follow me.” They walk farther down the hall. “This is Dutchess and her husband Frank Adler’s room, Her boyfriend Bucky lived here too.”

“Wait- so Bucky is with Daisy and Dutchess?!” Random is starting to get very excited at the possibilities in this house.

“Oh no! You see- Huh how to explain this?” Jake thinks for a moment. “Guess the truth is best.” Jake looks at Ransom and smiles. “A few of these guys are Avengers. Like Tony stark, saving the world, Avengers.” Ransom stares in disbelief. “And Daisy’s Bucky is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes that was cleared of all crimes as the Winter Soldier. He has been living here with Steve Rogers, yes ‘the’ Captain America, they’ve been living here in domestic bliss since the world ended and then is suddenly didn’t.” Ransom nods, he remembers that. One day he is fine and then next day the women he had been having sex with was just gone. She showed up 5 year later in the same spot she disappeared from. Sadly he had moved on and neither of them took kindly to three people suddenly being in Ransom’s bed. It was a rough day. "Anyway. They are with Daisy and happy as can be. They sometimes still go help out but for the most part they are retired. Now Dutchess Bucky is from another timeline.”

“Like time travel?! Where the fuck am I?!?” Ransom looks around to see if he was being punked. Jake laughs.

“Yeah it takes a lot to get use to but they are all really great. But as I was saying. Dutchess Bucky is from like 8 years ago. He was brought forward in time and he was gonna be used by some evil men to help end the world again but Steve and Bucky saved him. So now we have two Bucky’s. We call them both Bucky while they are separate, cause well that’s their name. But if they are both present then we call Daisy’s Bucky, James. And Dutchesses Bucky, Winter. Since he is still kinda the Winter Soldier. But he’s in therapy so no worries!” Jake just smiles like all he said was completely normal, Ransom shake his head and motions for Jake to continue the tour.

“Mine and Precious’ room is down there, we already passed it. This door leads to the basement and that’s where your room will be.”

“The basement? No, I don’t do basements.”Ransom complains.

“Well Ari has the attic so the only place left is the basement.” Jake says and then starts down the stairs. “But it’s really nice, honestly!” Ransom grumbles as he follows Jake. The basement is completely finished and has 5 rooms with 2 shared bathrooms. Only two of the rooms are occupied and the rest have very basic furnishings. “Jefferson! Come on out, meet the new guy!” Ransom has to hold back a laugh when the man walks out in a knee length dress coat and has a three piece suit on, he was obviously working on something.

“Did I miss something? Are we going to the opera?” Ransom jokes and Jefferson glares at him. Jake lightly laughs and steps between Jefferson and Ransom.

“Okay, not the best way to make friends, Ransom. Also Jefferson could slice your neck open without you even noticing or it hurting. So be nice.” Ransom rolls his eyes and gives a polite wave, Jefferson closes his door without a word. “Okay next is Frank, different than the one that’s upstairs, obviously. He has no last name and he comes and goes as he please, and I think he is actually here for once. Frank?” Jake knocks on the door and Frank answers.

“New guy?” He asks. And Jake nods. “Hi, good luck. If you do as they say, you’ll love it.” He smiles and closes his door. Ransom looks at Jake who just laughs.

“Now your room!” Jake takes him to the room next to Jefferson’s. “This will be yours, keep it clean and make yourself at home. I’ll leave you to get settled and then you can come up whenever you’re ready” Ransom nods and then looks around the room. He slowly walks in and takes stock of his new living arrangement. He sighs and drops his bag on the ground.

“Well fuck.” Ransom mutters. “I better get a lot of sex.” He opens his bag and starts laying things out. Yes he grew up with servants and he hardly had to do anything for himself, but he wasn’t helpless. Although he thinks, it would be nice if one of the ladies could wash his clothes, that he never learned how to do. Eventually he makes his way back upstairs. He bumps into Dutchess’ husband Frank and her Bucky- or Winter? Is that what Jake said? Yeah that’s what he said. They both eye him wearily and then just nod, still unsure of their new housemate. The day goes on and Ransom settles in. He has basic conversation with the guys, they all seem nice, a little soft if you ask him.

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Things start to take a turn when the first of the ladies shows back up. Frank walks outside and opens a car door for a beautiful women. Ransom can tell from here that her smile is perfect and that her eyes are incredible. Frank pulls her into his arms and gives her a kiss. Winter walks out and meets her too, she pulls him close and kisses his cheek. When they come walking in Jake waves hello and Jefferson smiles. She is polite to the guys and they seem to like her. She spots Ransom and she smiles.

“Hi, you must be Ransom, I’m Dutchess.” She extends her hand and Ransom smile and gives her hand a shake. Her voice is a sound Ransom wants to hear all night long.

“Nice to meet you too, Dutchess.” Ransom answers back politely. She then heads off with Frank and Winter. Jefferson and Jake lightly laugh and joke how they won’t see those three till dinner. Ransom watches them disappear down the hall. Once they are out of sight, or at least they thought, Dutchess gives Winter a kiss, a pretty passionate one at that. Then she turns and kisses Frank as Winter opens the bedroom door and they all three disappear into the room. Ransom laughs to himself and then smiles.

“So Ransom? You think you’ll like it here?” Jake asks. Ransom nods.

“Definitely.” He gives another look down the hall where Dutchess just disappeared to.

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The next one Ransom meets is Daisy and it’s a little more chaotic. It’s the next day and Ransom is sitting in the living room scrolling the TV channels when he hears car doors slam. There is a lot of commotion and then someone is swinging open the front door and stomping inside.

“I told you to stay in the fucking jet! I didn’t want him seeing you!” The man says to the shorter woman walking in behind him. Wow she’s beautiful too, Ransom thinks.

“It was fine, I was able to draw him out and I subdued him. Now, Steve is getting him locked away in the basement as we speak. You would still be fighting him if it wasn’t for me.” You smile and pat his cheek, his metal arm reaches out and takes your wrist in his hand. He knows his strength and he know she’s not hurting you. Ransom finds himself wondering what her skin feels like, soft for sure. He wants to nibble on that wrist.

“I didn’t want him to know you even existed. Now he knows Steve and I have someone we care about. Someone he could hurt if he ever got free.” The man explains. You pull your hand free and lay it against his face again, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Bucky,” you say as you look up at him. Ransom concludes that this is the ‘other Bucky’ or ‘James’ as Jake called him. “That’s why he is here, for us to help him be free. To help him heal.” You lean in and kiss him. Just then another man comes walking down the hall, coming up from the basement.

“He’s locked away with the special chains Tony made out of Vibranium.” You nod and kiss this man’s cheek. “And we are horrible housemates,” Ransom realizes he has finally been spotted. “Hey there! I’m Steve and this is my wife Daisy and our boyfriend Bucky.” Ransom clocks the words ‘our boyfriend’, that is something he will have to find out more about later.

“Stevie, if you keep introducing me like that people are going to think we are fucking.”Steve laughs and Bucky steps up and offers his hand for a shake. “I am Daisy’s boyfriend and Steve’s best friend.. he just likes to joke and weird people out with our situation.” Ransom laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand.

“Why is that?” Ransom asks. You answer before they can.

“Because Steve can be a little shit and Bucky jokes around telling people they ‘were roommates’ back in the war.” You explain and Ransom laughs again.

“Well, nice to meet you, all of you.” Ransom says, then he gets a little bold. He eyes up up and down, you three definitely notice. He decides to play along and make friends, keeping the jokes going. “So you two never fuck?” He motions between Steve and Bucky. They both laugh and shrug.

“Ehhh I guess you can’t say never.” Bucky shrugs and Steve slaps his chest.

“Yes you can, we’ve never fucked.” Steve glares at Bucky who just laughs. Ransom can tell that is a, Don’t be sharing our business with people we don’t know, look. which leads Ransom to believe that the answer is actually yes, they have, at least in some sort of way.

“Okay okay, boys. Go get unpacked and showered. I plan to spend all day in bed and I need my squeaky clean men with me.” You give them kisses and send them on their way. Steve and Bucky talk and joke and shove each other as they walk away. Ransom can’t help but smile, which is a weird feeling for him but this place just seems right. Especially with this beautiful women standing in front of him. You smell so good, Ransom wants to bury his face in your hair and just live there. Your suit leaves nothing to the imagination, the only thing Ransom needs to know that he can’t see because the suit is black, is if you have tan lines.

“What was your name again?” Random asks politely but starting to let his gaze linger on your body.

“Daisy,” you smile and bring yourself a little closer. You know he is looking you over so you tease him a little by getting closer but not touching him. The name is perfect for you, Ransom thinks. You are the personification of a Daisy; soft, sweet, and sunshine. Wow he really wants to run his fingers through your hair, so much so he physically puts his hands in his pockets to keep himself in line.

“Well Daisy, it is very nice to meet you.” Ransom smirks, turning on his charm. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.” You blush a little and reach out, taking his hand from his pocket and giving it a squeeze.

“You too Ransom. We will catch up later, okay? Right now my two men need my attention and I need sleep. 72 hour, turn around missions are not for the weak.” You smile and turn to leave, Random calls after you.

“Something tells me that nothing about you is weak, Daisy Mae.” You just wave over your shoulder as to hide the blush forming on your face. He is a cutie you think. When you bump into Steve and Bucky they make it their personal mission to make sure that blush is from them and them alone. They remind you that the ‘new guy’ may be cute but they are sexy as hell and they can go multiple rounds in the same hour. You sleep well into the next morning and you are sore the next day but so satisfied. Ransom tries to not let that bother him too much.

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The last one Ransom meets is Precious. She comes walking in that morning with her suitcase in hand. Jake walks over and he gives her a big kiss and she smiles and rubs his chest as she looks up at him. “Hiya Jakey.” She says, her voice is soft and sweet, Ransom wants her to say his name in that voice. “How did our new friend settle in?” Ransom turns around to see that She is talking to him.

“Pretty good, would have been better if you ladies had been here to welcome me yourselves.” Precious laughs and Ransom hears your sweet laugh from the hall as you walks out to grab some snacks.

“Well, we were all busy and we thought it would do you well to meet the guys first.” You explains. Ransom glances over to you and sees you are in a slip nightgown. It’s silk, blue, and really hot. He watches you walk away and sees how the dress hangs right at your ass. He turns to see Precious and Jake getting comfortable, Jake is leaning his chin on Precious’ shoulder as he watches her flip through the mail. Her eyes flick up and meet his, she smiles and then turns to Jake.

“I desperately need to shower. Join me?” She asks him and Jake is practically running to the bathroom. Precious smiles at Ransom, “We are all happy that you’ve decided to join us. Make yourself at home, it’s yours now too.” Precious leaves the kitchen and heads to the bathroom with Jake. Ransom smirks and watches as her hips sway as she walks away.

“Oh believe me, I will.” And with that he starts to strategize.

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He gives it a day, he sleeps in his bed and ignores the soft sounds of mattresses squeaking and headboards knocking against the wall. It’s unfair that they are all getting laid while he sits down here having to keep himself company with his hand. He needs to make his move, but on who, he starts touching himself as he thinks about all three ladies. “Dutchess wouldn’t work, she’s gonna make me work for it, I can tell.” He laughs to himself as he keeps thinking aloud, slowly palming over himself. “Which I am not against but that obviously doesn’t help me now.” He takes himself in his hand and gives one full stroke, he moans as he arches off the bed a little. “Mmhmm and Daisy Mae, she seems like she’s gonna be fun, willing to fulfill some dirty dreams of mine.” He quickens his pace, his breath catching a little. “But that husband of hers and her boyfriend, they will be touch ones to get past.” He works himself right to the edge, “Precious, mmhmm fffffuuuccckkk! Jake shouldn’t be a problem to get past. She won’t be easy though, I’m gonna have to work for it. She seems like one I can play with, she will be fun. Oh! Mmhmm yes!!!” He cums hard and it splashes all over his chest. He catches his breath and just smiles, it’s been a while since he’s been able to work one out. Jail isn’t exactly known for privacy. “I’m gonna have to pull out all the stops tomorrow.” He wipes himself off and collapses in bed completely naked, letting the cold air cool his overheated skin. “Fuck I can’t wait.” He smiles as he drifts off to sleep.

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The day goes by so slow Ransom keeps waiting and waiting for the perfect time. Daisy and her puppies went on a walk, that’s what He has decided to call Bucky and Steve for the time being, although Jake fits the ‘puppy demeanor’ as well. Dutchess and her cucks are off shopping. Is cucks too mean? Ransom thinks, nah. Thats kinda what they are, he tells himself. Precious is here all alone, well except for whoever is in the basement screaming, Ransom isn’t touching that with a twelve foot pole. Steve and Bucky brought that person in and he’s gonna leave it alone. Even Jefferson is gone, something about needing to see someone, Ari went with him. It’s just Ransom and Precious. He strips as he walks to Precious’ room he slams the door and goes to sit on her freshly made bed. He picks up the book from her bedside table and starts to flip through the pages. He sees phrases like He licks up her neck as he pushes inside her, Ransom smirks “oh Precious.” He flips some pages. She is on her knees and looks up at him with big doe eyes. She smirks and leans forward to kiss his- the door opens and pulls Ransom’s attention from the book. He sees Precious standing in the doorway, her arms are crossed and she’s just looking at Ransom. “So this is what you read.” He smirks and bite his lip as he tosses the book on the bed, letting Precious get a full view. “You know reading can only get you so far.” Precious smirks back and lightly laughs.

“I do alright for myself.” She uncrosses her arms and Ransom stands from the bed, walking closer to where she stands near the door.

“Is that right, Princess?” Ransom says dawning her a new nickname.

“It is.” She stands from where she is, keeping her gaze on his face and not his abs and definitely not that wonderful treasure trail and where is leads.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Ransom quips. He walks towards the door, he knows her eyes are on him, checking out his ass. He walks out the door and sees Jake walking in from outside. He is shocked and slightly angered at Ransom’s forwardness, a new nickname and strutting around naked?! Ransom just laughs and keeps walking. Everyone else had made it home by now and from where they were in the living room and kitchen they got a full view of Ransom’s goods as well. Jake makes a b-line to his bedroom and he sees Precious staring down the hall at Ransom, she’s biting her lip a little and doesn’t notice her husband walking in the room. That is until the door slams closed and her view of Ransom’s fantastic ass is disturbed. Precious blushes, knowing she’s been caught.

“Jakey,” she lightly laughs.

“Princess? Now, is that your name, Precious?” Jake walks forward and takes her jaw in his hand, his touch is light and soft but Precious knows what’s about to happen. Jake smiles and then it turns a little devilish. “What’s your name?”

“Precious.” She answers as he rubs his thumb across her lips.

“Whose are you?” He asks, so possessive and hot. Precious lets a moan slip as he pulls her close.

“Yours, Jakey.” She opens her mouth and she teases his thumb in her tongue.

“You got that right.” He walks her backwards to the bed. They aren’t seen till much later in the day and Precious has the most blissful look on her face as she hangs on her man as they snuggle on the couch. Ransom just laughs, he laid the foundation, he knows Precious wants him, it’s only a matter of time, and Ransom’s got plenty of it. ‘Now onto Daisy’, he thinks. Ransom looks at you across the room and you blush and then lean into Steve a little more.

*** Present day***

Ransom looks at Ari and smiles. “Yeah, it is definitely what I needed.” Ransom stands up. “And you can tell Andy that I really am loving ‘camp’.” Ari laughs as Ransom heads inside.

It is your last night with just Bucky and he wants to make sure you feel special.

“Where are we going?!” You giggle as Bucky pulls you close. “Why do I need all this new stuff?!” Bucky kisses your cheeks and down your neck.

“Because I want to dote on ‘my wife’.” He kisses you and then pulls back as he slaps your ass. “Go open your gifts and be ready by 6.” He winks as he leaves the room. You turn and open all the bags that Bucky had placed on the bed. A new purse, new earrings, new heels, and a new dress. It’s black and hugs you in all the right places.

“Bucky Barnes you know how to spoil a girl” you say to the empty room. You get dressed and your hair and makeup done just in time. You are slipping on your heels and spraying on your perfume when Bucky walks in. He is dressed in a well tailored suit. The blue brings out his eyes and he looks so good. His beard is nicely trimmed and just long enough. His hair is perfectly styled and ready for you to run your fingers through. You bite your lip and walk over to him. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply.

“You look beautiful, Doll.” Bucky says as he kisses you again. You giggle and thank him.

“You look pretty good yourself.” He puts his arm around your shoulders and you two walk out into the living room. You grab your new purse and head out the door. Bucky is the perfect gentleman. He opens your door, helps you in, before you get going Bucky lays his hand on your inner thigh and gives it a little squeeze. He always does this and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wrap your arms around his and kiss his arm as he starts the drive into town. You have a lovely dinner under the fall stars. To end the night he orders wine and a creamy, delicious dessert. He feeds you about in between his and when it’s all gone he kisses you and licks some of the chocolate you missed off your lips. “Mmhmm Bucky, take me home,” you whisper, “Please baby?”

“You never have to beg me, Doll.” Bucky answers as he pulls your hand up and kisses your knuckles. He pays the bill and you two make your way home. You should have known something was up when the bedroom door was cracked open, Steve always makes sure it is firmly closed. When you walk in the whole room is dark except for the glow of the candles around the window and on the dresser. You can see the bathroom has candles as well and that the tub is full and going with the jets.

“Bucky?” You turn and ask.

“You deserve to be doted on,” he says as he slowly turns you around. He moves your hair out of the way and unzips your dress, his fingers grazing your back and causing goosebumps in their wake. He kisses your shoulders as he pushes the dress off of them, letting it fall and look at your feet. “So all night is what you need and want.” He unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the ground. You turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss, he moves his hands around and cups your breasts in his hands, one real one metal.

“Bucky,” you gasp, needing more.

“Let get in the bath, huh?” He suggests and you nod. You pull him closer and slip off his jacket. You unbutton his shirt and let your hands roam over his toned body. You kiss his lips as you fiddle with his belt, pulling it out and tossing it across the room. Bucky unbuttons his pants before you can and he is stepping out of them just as fast. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you to the bed first. “On second thought, I need a taste first.” He winks as he settles on top of you, boxing you in.

“I need these off, now.” You tease as you snap Bucky’s boxer briefs.

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky coos as he stands up to slips them off. He reaches out and completely rips your underwear off.

“Bucky!?” You gasp. “I really liked those!” Bucky smirks and pulls you closer by, massaging your ass.

“And I already bought you 12 new pairs and they are washed and in the dresser.” He kisses down your body spending time on each breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and lavishing them with his tongue. You hum and play with his hair, it’s just long enough for you to run your fingers through and grip when you need to. Bucky kisses done you body and settles between your legs, he leaves kisses and love bites all along your inner thighs until he reaches your center. His gaze flicks up to yours as he leans in and places a little kiss on your clit. The shudder it sends through your body makes you both smile.

“Please Bucky!” You breathlessly moan and to answer you he seals his lips over your clit and begins to suck and lick, bring you to the edge so fast that you don’t have time to warn him, not that he cares in the slightest. He moans as he licks up your juices and continues to eat you out. Bringing you close to the edge again before he stops and kisses up your body. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap you legs around his waist as he massages your ass. He makes is way to the bathroom as you kiss him desperately. He meets your desperation with his tongue shoved in your mouth. You moan around it as he teases the rim of your ass with his finger tip. He pulls back and smirks down at you before he kisses down your jaw to your neck. He climbs into the tub with you still in his arms and that small display of strength has you dripping in need. Thankfully when you built this house You had the bright idea to put all the tub inside the showers, that way when it overflows, which it will because the men are big, it overflows into the shower and drains. So when Bucky sits down with you in his arms, most of the water escapes the tub. You giggle and Bucky continues to kiss all over your neck and chest.

“What’s so funny Baby girl?” Bucky teases as he slips his real hand between your bodies.

“Nothing, just my big tough man surrounded by bubbles and lavender.” You smile and kiss him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You kiss his nose and he acts like he’s gonna bite yours. You sit in Bucky’s lap and your hands roam over each others bodies as you make out. Eventually you start to grind your aching center over his hard cock. The sounds he makes are music to your ears.

“Oh Daisy- mmhmm yyeesss!” He moans before he pulls you closer by the small of your back. His other hand guides his cock to your entrance and you capture his lips as he bottoms out in you.

“Bucky- so- mhm so full baby.” You choke out. You can take your men at the same time, but that doesn’t mean you ever get use to the stretch. Bucky kisses your jawline and down your neck as he whispers against your skin.

“I know baby, I’ll move in a second. I just need a minute.” He leaves a love bite on your collarbone and you moan loudly. “Squeezing me so good. So tight.” You whimper as he starts to move his hips, the water splashing around but you don’t care. Bucky is good at many things but one thing he is excellent at? Getting you to the edge in record time. He gets you there and then slowly backs off, calming you down only to get you right back on the edge. He is the master at edging and he can tell by your moans when you’re in the mood for it and when you aren’t. And you most definitely are tonight. He loops his arms around your back and reaches up to grab your shoulders. He pulls you down against him and begins to fuck up into you.

“Yesyesyesyes!!! Bucky!” He kisses your neck and then he completely stops. You whimper but lean in to kiss him anyway. You kiss him until he starts thrusting up into you again. You whisper against his lips “Yesyesyes, right there- Don’t stop! Ffffuuuccckkk!” Bucky is feeling a little soft tonight so he edges you once and then lets you cum, working you right over the edge.

“That’s it Baby girl, mmhmm fuck yes! Squeeze me tight- yyeess!” He cums deep inside you as you milk him dry. You nuzzle into his neck and kiss all around as he works himself through his high. His head tilts back and rests on the edge of the tub as he catches his breath. You kiss up his jawline and meet his lips and he moans into your mouth. “Mmhmm Daisy, my Baby girl- woohhh you really know how to pull one outta me.” He smirks and you blush. You kiss him and lean against his chest. He is still buried inside you and he stays like that till you decide it’s finally time to actually bathe and get ready for bed. When the tub starts to drain Steve takes that as his cue to come in.

“Hey Daisy girl,” he kisses you sweetly. “Did you have a fun night?” he asks, already knowing the answers seeing as once you and Bucky got into the bathroom he went and laid on the bed. You nod and he leans in to kiss you again. “Good.” Steve says with a pat to your ass. Bucky walks by and Steve gives his shoulder a squeeze before Bucky leans in and kisses you.

“We had a great night, didn’t we?” You nod and giggle as he kisses you neck.

“We did!” you look back at Bucky.

“I think only one thing could have made it better.” Bucky says and you bite your lip.

“Oh? And what’s that?” Steve asks. You look at Bucky and smirk. Bucky laughs and motions to you.

“If you had joined us,” You answer. “You were left out. You deserve some attention too.” Steve smirks, his eyes turning a little dark. He simply unties his drawstring sweatpants and slowly pulls himself out, stroking himself while looking at you. Blush starting to spread across your cheeks and you tongue darting out to lick your lips.

“Well how about I get some attention now.” Steve suggests and you bite your lip again and look at Bucky. He lightly laughs and settles back against the counter.

“Well I’m not gonna do it, Baby girl.” He crosses his arms. “But I’d love to watch. Get your fill baby.” You settle on your knees after Steve moves the bathmat for you to have a cushion. You take him in your mouth and work him over. Bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue all around, even playing with his balls and teasing his ass a little. When he cums he does as he fucks your face, you don’t waste a single drop, you even open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show him what a ‘good girl’ you are. Steve moans and pulls you into a kiss and then Bucky does the same. Not ‘grossed out’ by the fact you taste like Steve, he doesn’t care one bit.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Bucky says. He squeezes your ass. Steve decides to be a little tease.

“Well, thanks Buck! But this is really about Daisy right now.” Steve kisses your neck from behind. As you laugh and Bucky shakes his head and slaps the side of Steve’s ass. He then pulls you into a kiss.

“Mmhmm let’s get to bed.” Bucky murmurs against your lips.

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Once in bed you explain to them what you plan to do with Ransom the following morning. “My one request,” Bucky asks, “is that after this the bath is saved for me and Stevie. I know that’s your go to aftercare but I need something special that’s just ours.” You think for a minute and then look at Steve, you can tell he is thinking the same thing. “I know he loves baths and I don’t mind you sharing one with him but I don’t want you to have sex with him and then start washing his hair and taking care of him like you do us.” You lay a hand on his chest and agree.

“Okay, aftercare baths are only for my husbands.” You say. “I will still let Ransom have his baths if he wants them with me, but we will move it to the bed after the fact. How does that sound?” You ask. Steve nods and Bucky kisses your head.

“Thank you, Daisy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky. I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too, Daisy. I’ll tell they guys.” You silently thank him. Steve picks up his phone and sends out a message to the guys that are with Daisy.

***Text conversation***

Steve- Update to Daisy’s rules. Bath aftercare is saved for husbands alone. Baths and sex in the bath/shower are acceptable with Daisy but no form of aftercare will take place in said bath or shower. Sign back if you agree to the new rules.

Ari- wasn’t that already, like a thing?

Steve- no

Ari- oh, okay. Yeah I agree.

Jefferson- I agree.

Frank (EB)- I agree.

Ransom- who the fuck is this guy?^

Frank (EB)- 🤦🏻 We’ve met multiple times…

Ransom- no recollection

Steve- Ransom do you agree or not?

Ransom- yeah yeah, I agree.

Steve- thank you

Ransom- but what happens if I didn’t 🤔😏

Steve-

Frank (EB)-

Jefferson-

Ari- 😒

Ransom- who the fuck is banging on my door?!

Steve- it’s Bucky… he just wants to talk. 🙂😊

Ransom- well call him off, I agree and won’t try anything!!

***End Text***

Ransom hears Bucky’s footsteps retreating up the stairs and he rolls his eyes. Bucky crawls back into bed with you and you hold him tight as Steve holds you. Happy as can be with your men.

You wake up to the door creaking open and someone making themselves at home on the end of your bed. You turn over and see it is 8am. Steve and Bucky had left to go on a run, they knew your plans with Ransom this morning and they wanted to be out of the room when he arrived but back before you were done. Just in case Ransom tried to pull anything regarding the new rule. Your boys are always so concerned for you, you smile at the thought. Sitting up and stretching as you scoot to the edge of the bed, Bucky had left you a warm cup of coffee just the way you like it and Steve had left you a little love note. You lift your coffee and warm your hands with it as you stand and head to the bathroom. You haven’t given Ransom a look since he snuck in the room. You throw a hand over your shoulder and beckon him to follow, you know he is watching, and follow you is exactly what he does. You smile as you enter the bathroom and see that Steve and Bucky did exactly as you asked before they left. Ransom walks in, a little too smug, that is until he sees the tub filled with ice and water.

“What- what the hell is this?!” He looks at you, “Daisy?!? I held my tongue and was decent to everyone-“

“Just barely. Besides ice baths are great for you.” You smile as you pull him closer to the tub.

“They aren’t good for my dick.” He starts to pout. “I thought I was getting some sweet time with my Daisy Mae, not torture before 9am.” Ransom complains yet he doesn’t leave. He stays, arms crossed and staring at the ice floating around. You giggle to yourself and pull off the shirt you were wearing, it’s a shared shirt between Steve and Bucky. They both wear it so you are surrounded by them even when they aren’t there. Ransom sees your bare skin, no underwear or bra, absolutely bare. Ransom looks you up and down as he smirks. “Well well, Daisy Mae-“

“Shhh if you want all this,” you motion to your body, “then you will get in the tub.”

“But why?!” Ransom strips off his shirt and tosses it with yours, secretly hoping his scent will stay on your shirt as well.

“Because,” you start to explain. “Even though you held your tongue, you still insulted Bucky yesterday. Calling him a machine?! He was abused and you decided to turn it into a punch line. So if you wanna make jokes then you have to endure a fraction of what he endured. If you want the warmth and embrace of my arms, you will get in the damn tub and understand the weight of the jokes you make.” You stand firm, arms crossed, voice steady. Ransom’s eyes flick to the tub again and then to you.

“Okay, but I’m not gonna be happy about it.” Ransom snaps. You smile and rub his back as he walks closer to the tub.

“I’d expect nothing less.” You kiss his cheek, “I’m even letting you keep your pants on, so be happy. They weren’t as kind to Bucky.”

Ransom takes a deep breath and slips one leg in. “Fuck!!” He groans. “I better get a good blow job after this.” He takes a breath and fully slips into the tub. You smile and lean over the side to kiss his cheek.

“You’ll take whatever I give you and you’ll like it.” You beam at Ransom and how he is simply obeying. You can take his attitude, to be fair you’d be a little peeved if Steve or Bucky did this. Ransom looks at you and makes a point to shiver as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You know I get cold easily, that’s why I wear my sweaters.” Ransom says. You sit on the edge of the tub and rub up and down his chest. He lets a little moan slip out as he feels your warm hands across his cold skin.

“Warming up?” You tease and he grunts.

“Daisy, you are lucky I-“ he stops himself, he can’t say that. Nope not now, not ever. No one will have control over him, he’s Ransom Drysdale. Instead he says, “You’re lucky if I let you even suck my cock after this.” You laugh and pat his head.

“Okay, Ransom.” You take a deep breath without him noticing. You brace yourself and use all your strength to keep a calm face as you slide into the water with him, straddling his lap and placing your hands on his shoulders. “You’ll ‘let’ me do that and so so much more.” You coo in his ear. You press your body against his and he is mesmerized.

“How- Daisy you’re naked- you will freeze.” Ransom starts to stumble over his words as you kiss over his chest.

“I’m fine. I use to do one of these every morning with Bucky.” You explain.

“Why?”

“You really wanna know?” You ask and Ransom nods, “I’m letting you in, Ransom. I’m trusting you with a sensitive time in mine and Bucky’s life and relationship. Are you ready for that?” You ask again, wanting him to under that this is not information he can use at a later date to hurt or make fun of Bucky with. You see a rare moment of softness break in Ransom’s eyes. He nods.

“Yes, Daisy. You can trust me.” Ransom answers as he moves his hands out of the water and across your back. A little smile and moan breaks through as you feel his touch.

“I would do this every morning with Bucky to show him the cold can’t hurt him anymore and that it can be healing. Healing from pain, from stress, it can wake you up to the world around you. It’s something beautiful, cold, and pure. To show him that Ice also melts.” You reach behind you and pull the drain and then turn on the faucet to warm water. “When heat is applied ice melts. When warmth is added, hard, cold, ice, melts away and leaves room for growth.” You rub his chest, “for heat,” you lean forward and kiss his jawline, “for love.” You kiss him and he leans into it. “I would do this every morning to show him that the ice, the cold is a part of him and that he shouldn’t be scared anymore, that after the ice I would always be there for him. That after the ice I would be his warmth.” You gently take Ransom’s jaw in your hand. “That is the man you called a machine, Ransom. The man that so desperately clings to life and love because he has been controlled and frozen in time, in place, and in life. He never chose to be a “Machine” but he chose to let go of the past that hurt him while still finding something good from that time.” Ransom feels like an asshole, which is rare. Hardly anyone could make him feel that way or even care. But knowing just a little bit more about Bucky, knowing how content and happy Bucky is even after everything he has gone through, Random wants that.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Daisy.” He continues to draw circles on your hips with his fingers. He can’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Not while he is apologizing and you don’t push him to, which he is thankful for. It’s a big step, and you’ll let him take that as slowly as he needs. You hug him tightly and rub his back.

“Thank you, Ransom.” You pull back and kiss his cheek, that’s gets him to look at you. “We love you, I hope you know that.” He laughs and then scoffs.

“Okay, well you know what I love? Your pretty lips on my dick, which is frozen by the way. So you think we could get to the good stuff.” He teasingly thrusts up against you. You shake your head and sigh before you smile.

“I guess I should have expected that. Not ready to talk about ‘feelings’? Fine. But I’ll give you something better than my lips, huh?” You smile and stand up on your knees. Adjusting the temperature of the water and making it a little warmer. You turn around to see Ransom has taken off his pants and boxers and has thrown them on the tile floor, soaking wet. “Ransom?!? You will be cleaning that up. Understand?!”

“You got it, Daisy Mae!” He places his hands behind his head and he spreads his legs a little and watches you settle back over him.

“Oh I almost forgot!” You grab the bag of petals and bottle of bath oil.

“What? Oh my god- are you serious?!!” He throws his head back as you sprinkle the petals all in the water and pour some lavender oil in the water and on his chest.

“Yup! You wanted to ruin my flowers so I made sure they didn’t go to waste.” You smile and settle on his lap. You pat his chest. “Go on, get your fill.” Ransom smirks and reaches below the water, adjusting himself so he can slam up into you. Right before he does Steve and Bucky come walking back into the bedroom and then the bathroom. You smile over Ransom’s shoulder and they wave back.

“Should we come back in like what? 5 minutes?” Steve asks, teasing. Random is about to use his quick whit but you quiet him with your chest before he can. You pull his head forward and urge him to kiss your breast as you handle your husbands.

“Very funny, Bucky please go and get breakfast plates for us 4.” You turn to Steve, “you go get the mop so you can help Ransom clean up the water after we are done.” Steve winks and nods. Bucky comes over and kisses you sweetly, Ransom purposely thrust up into you and you moan against Bucky’s lips. Bucky laughs and reaches down to give your breast a squeeze.

“Yeah yeah, he feels good. We know.” Bucky teases as he leaves. Random looks up at you and smirks

“Do you talk about me to your Husbands?”

“Nope, it’s just you aren’t quiet at all.” Ransom gives you a look and you laugh. “Okay neither am I- just fuck me already.”

“Gladly.” Ransom smirks and then makes it his mission that even the dude chained in the basement who gives him the creeps can hear you scream as you cum. He is more than successful at that feat.

“RANSOM!!!!” You scream as you pass out on his shoulder. He cums deep inside you as you just moan and try to come back to earth. Ransom tries to move you off him so he can get up and get you out, not wanting to be accused of breaking the rules, but your dead weight and the angle in the tub makes that impossible.

“Daisy? Daisy Mae can you stand?” He asks.

“Mmhmm not yet. My legs are jello.” You smile and pat his face. “You did good, Ran.” You kiss him and then lay your head back down. About 45 minutes later Ransom finally gives in and does what he vowed he’d never do. He calls Bucky for help.

“Why just me and not Steve too?” Bucky asks as he easily lifts you off Ransom. You whine and cling to Bucky. Ransom gets out and grabs a towel.

“Well, she told me- the ice bath-“ Ransom sighs. “I just understand you a little more. She told me about the ice baths and- I’m sorry.” He looks at his feet, not looking Bucky in the eyes. “Anyway, I kinda know what it’s like- I mean not to your extent. I know what it’s like to feel like no one cares about you.” Ransom fiddles with his towel as he wraps it tighter. Bucky nods and looks down at a sleeping you. He gently smiles.

“Trauma is trauma, Ransom. I was beaten, used as an assassin, and frozen for years. You were neglected and never felt seen or truly loved for who you were.” Bucky kisses your cheek as you nuzzle closer. “Both are valid traumas that deserve healing. I’m glad Daisy didn’t give up on me and you should be glad she won’t give up on you.” Bucky gives him a nod and then walks into the bedroom with you curled up in his arms. Ransom dries off and ties the towel low around his waist, he gathers up his clothes before he walks out into the bedroom. He sees Bucky brushing your hair out of your face and whispering sweet nothings to you. Your breakfast is ready and waiting when you finally come back to earth. Bucky looks up and sees Ransom watching them. “Do you want to take care of her? She’s out of the bath, you can.” Ransom shakes his head.

“No I’m- not really an ‘aftercare’ type of guy anyway, bath or not.” Ransom looks at his feet as he answers and Bucky is taken aback. For the first time Ransom actually looks sad or maybe unsure. Bucky nods.

“You’ll never know till you try.” Bucky offers but Ransom just shakes his head. “Well if you see Steve out there go ahead and send him in with the mop.” Bucky says and Ransom nods. “Oh and Ransom?” Ransom turns around and looks at Bucky. “The next time you sleep with my wife, you will take care of her after. It’s what she deserves.” Ransom nods and goes to leave. He looks back at you and without even thinking he walks over and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips before he leaves the bedroom, having the decency for once to close the door. Bucky kisses you sweetly as the door opens, Steve walking in with the mop and a bucket. He walks over and kisses you.

“Hey Daze, did you have a good morning?” Steve asks as he lays a kiss to your forehead.

“A great morning!” You say as you open your eyes to look at him. “Did Ransom leave?” You ask, looking around, sad that he just left after the time you had.

“Yeah Daisy girl, he did” Steve pushes your hair away from your shoulders.

“He umm- he was running late-“ Bucky tries to find an excuse, he can’t. And he knows that you can see through it. “He’s just not ready for this part. Not yet, Daze.” You look down and fiddle with the blanket. You had thought he’d at least hold you for a few moments, especially after the time you had together.

“It’s okay, he’s still learning.” You snuggle close to Bucky as Steve cleans up the bathroom for you. Soaking up the water with a mop and emptying the tub. “Thank you Stevie, now come snuggle. I’m coming down real hard and need lots of love.” Steve smiles and abandons his job to snuggle with you and Bucky.

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Ransom looks around his room and he feels so alone, he shouldn’t have left you. “Damn it!” He screams and tosses a pillow off the bed. “You always fucking do this, Ransom.” He lays back against his bed “You have something good and you just push it away.” He thinks about you lying in Bucky’s arms, happy and content. He could never give you that and he needs to stop thinking he ever can.

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“I need to go see him.” You say as you sit up. You jump up and grab Bucky’s shirt to throw it on.

“Who?” Steve asks as he sits up, looking at Bucky. You 3 had just gotten comfortable and now you’re leaving.

“Ransom.” Bucky says as he sits up and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. Steve nods understanding and then looks to you.

“Go ahead,” Steve smiles and gives you a nod.

“He needs to learn that he can’t just run away. Because we will chase him down.” Steve says and you three laugh.

“Exactly!” You giggle and blow them a kiss as you head towards Ransom’s room. You don’t knock, you just walk right in. Ransom sits up, startled by the door.

“Daisy Mae-“ Ransom starts but you cut him off.

“Nope, we had sex and I require lots of snuggles and kisses after the fact. Bucky and Steve have been filling in for you but that stops today. If you want sex with me then you have to take care of me after. Deal?!” You look at him and you can see the smallest smile break across his face. He lifts his blanket and you walk over and crawl under the covers with him. He pulls you close and you snuggle to his chest. “Thank you, Ran.” He kisses your head and smiles

“You’re welcome, Daisy Mae.” He rubs your back and holds you tight as you fall asleep. About an hour later you wake up to Ransom kissing your forehead. He doesn’t know you’re awake and that’s the only reason he is showing such a sweet gesture. You shift a little to let him know you’re ‘waking up’ and to see if he stops. He presses one more kiss to your forehead and then moves off the bed to get dressed. “Hey Daisy Mae, we gotten get going. It’s almost lunch.”

“Mmhm okay.” You sit up to stretch and as you look around you see Bucky’s shirt laying on the end of the bed for you but Ransom has already left. You huff and pout. “One step forward, three steps back.” You slip on the shirt and just to poke at Ransom you take a clean pair of his boxers and slip them on. Needless to say Jake and even Ari had some whistles for you when you come out sporting the clothes of two different men. You just smile and walk straight over to Steve, sitting in his lap and letting him feed you some fruit from his lunch plate, you couldn’t be happier.

Later that day you pass by Ari in the hall. At this point you’ve gotten dressed but the leggings you are wearing are pretty tight. Ari looks up and down the hall before slipping a hand around your waist and kissing your cheek. “You get sexier by the day Daze.” You giggle and he kisses your jawline. “We haven’t had some fun in almost 2 months, what say we have some fun tonight.” He spins you around and pins your back against the wall and his body.

“I’d say, I already promised Jefferson and it’s been almost that long for him too.” You kiss Ari and he smiles against your lips. “So, rain check?” Ari nods and squeezes your ass.

“Rain check.” And with that he is walking out the door to meet Andy. You turn to see Natasha Romanoff sitting in your living room.

“Well hey stranger!” You laugh and cross over to her.

“Hey. You know if I didn’t know any better with all the men you are juggling I’d think you were a slut.” She smirks and you laugh.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t know any better.” You tease back, and now she laughs. You give her a big hug and she returns the gesture. “What brings you here? Other than to stop by every six months to make sure I know what a slut I am.” Nat laughs again.

“I am here to get Steve and Bucky, Tony’s got something for them in a few days and I need to brief them.” She explains and you nod.

“A dangerous something?” You ask.

“Isn’t it always.” Nat says, with a hint of sadness.

“They are down in the basement with Cap, I’m headed that way now.” You walk with her to the basement door.

“Overdue for a date with your kitten?” Nat teases and you nod.

“Very!” Walking downstairs you hear the screams coming from Cap.

“Well he’s not happy.” Nat says.

“No, he’s not.” You say. “Well I’m going this way. They don’t like it when he sees me so,” Nat nods and waves goodbye as she goes towards the screaming. You hear him scream,

“Why the hell is she here?!?” Your stomach turns, knowing what the 3 of them did to get Cap free from Hydra. What they told him before he ended up here. Your heart aches to help him, but you know with helping him you’d also probably fall for him. Your heart lives in your vagina and you’d find it pretty easy to fall for a man who looks and sounds just like your husband. Maybe Nat is right, maybe you are a slut.

Oh well! You think and smile to yourself. It’s all in good fun and you know she, nor anyone else would ever think of you that way, at least not really. You laugh as you knock on Jefferson’s door. He opens and you slink against the doorframe. “Hi Kitten.” You bite your lip and cross the threshold. Jefferson smirks and his eyes turn dark. He pulls you close and kisses you roughly.

“You ready to play, Bunny?” He asks as he whispers against your lips. You nod and that’s all the consent he needs. He lifts you into his arms and kicks the door shut before he carries you to the bed to have his way with you.

Jefferson tosses you down on the bed and you bounce with a laugh. You then pop up and scramble to the other side, out of his reach. He smirks “My little Bunny, always one for games.” He leaps across the bed and you let out a scream as you dash away from him. He laughs and smiles as he chases you around the bed. Jefferson grabs your waist and pulls you back against his body as he snakes his hands down your front, groping your breast and kissing your neck. “But you’re always too slow.” You hum and smile at the feeling of his lips on your body.

“Mmhm maybe I like being chases and caught.” You tease as you grind your ass against him, you can feel him grow harder. He moans against your skin and leave a love bite on your shoulder.

“Oh I know you do,” he slips his hand down you front of your underwear and he feels the slick that’s coated your folds. He gives a dark chuckle and pulls his fingers free, licking them clean and humming. “Mmhmm you definitely like it.” You nod and giggle. Jefferson turns you around in his arms and seals your lips in a kiss. Pushing you back on the bed and boxing you in, he takes you apart slowly. Kissing every inch of your body while he strips you down. He pulls out his scissors and you gasp a little as the cool metal touches your skin, he cuts away clothes and leaves the shreds on the floor. “Whose boxers are you wearing, Bunny?” He asks with a little bit of jealousy in his eyes. You bite your lip and he trails his scissors down the bare skin of your stomach, stopping at the edge of the elastic of the boxers.

“Ransom’s” you say breathlessly. Jefferson huffs and then you hear a ‘snip’. He cuts away the crotch of the boxers, exposing your dripping center to the cool air.

“Oops,” he says, completely unbothered. You meet his gaze and he smirks. “I don’t know if you chose them for comfort or if he chose them for you,” he trails his fingers along your wet folds as he inches close and closer to your lips. “But he should know that a pussy this sweet should never be covered.” He kisses your lips. “Ever.” You whimper as he rubs your clit and brings you close to the edge. “Even the wolves keep you in tiny underwear, easily pushed to the side for ripped. This just won’t do.” He says as he rips away the rest of the fabric. “My pretty little bunny, so needy.” He pulls back and watches your face as he slows down his fingers and tease you even more. “Tell me where you want me, Bunny. Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Please Kitten, I want you inside me.” You beg and Jefferson smirks as he looks your now naked body up and down.

“Done.” Jefferson says, the darkness in his eyes says it all and before you know it you are devoured and floating away in pure bliss.

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When you wake up an hour later, your neck hurts and you can feel the sting of the bite marks he left. Your ass is red and sore from the spankings you earned and from his teasing of your ass, your throat hurts a little from when he fucked your face, and your hair hurts from where he pulled so hard. You feel his cum leaking out of you and you melt at the kitten kisses he is leaving on your back right then. “Mmhmm wow.” Is all you say and Jefferson laughs and kisses your neck.

“Haven’t gone that hard in a long time.” Jefferson teases as he kisses up and down your spine. “Not since Summer at least. When we chased you around the orchard in the back. It’s when your wolves and I discovered that playing tag is so much more fun with vibrators.” You give a sleepy giggle. That night had been lots of fun, a full moon that peaked through the storm clouds rolling in, the smell of rain growing stronger as the night went on, and you in nothing but a black slip dress. The three of them chased you through the woods while you hid and waited to get the jump on them. The gold in Bucky’s arm gleamed when the moon peaked out from the clouds, it made him an easy target for you. But in finding him, Steve and Jefferson knew right where you were. They use the toys to ‘tag’ you and bring you over the edge. That night was filled with endless highs and many texts from the others to keep it down. Ransom didn’t mind though, you caught him a couple times peaking out of the living room windows. You blushed and thanked god that Ransom was far enough away to not see it. “At the first hint of spring I’ll meet you outside.” He kisses your lips. You smile and pull him closer as you roll over.

“It’s a date.” Jefferson nibbles on your lip before stealing one more kiss. You snuggles close as he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Before you leave you pull Jefferson close. “You are amazing, you know that?” He gently smiles. “And the court will give you back your visitation and then your custody. You have Andy on your side, so there is no need to worry.”

“I just wanted her back.” Jefferson says softy, look at the floor. You tilt his head up and give him a kiss and then a hug.

“They will see all the work you’ve done and see that it was a mistake in the first place.” You rub his back before you pull away. “And she will have her own room here soon. We will make sure it’s safe and close to yours. You deserve to have your Grace back as much as she deserves her papa.” Jefferson wipes away and tear and nods. He hugs you one last time before you slip out and head upstairs.

Later that night you find yourself with just your Husbands while Dinner is being made. You wince as you sit in Steve’s lap, Bucky quickly grabs out the heated pillow and pops it in the mirror wave to warm it up. When it done he gives it to you for your ass, you kindly thank him with a sweet kiss. Both men know how hard Jefferson can go so they know how sore and red your ass probably is right now, they also know the best thing to do is to get ahead of the pain. Bucky lets you taste a bite of dinner and with your approval he knows it’s good. Before long your quality time with your two soldiers is over, Ransom walks in and sits at the table; on time for a meal for the first time in his life. He gives a polite nod to Bucky and then just looks at Steve. You smile and reach out to squeeze his hand and Ransom smiles at the gesture and then rubs his thumb over the back of yours. “Daisy Mae, how did you turn out so sweet?” Ransom asks, knowing only Bucky and Steve were in the room. You blush a little. This is the first time he’s ever said that sweet nickname and there wasn’t some kind of snark with it. He genuinely turned it into a name of endearment. Steve and Bucky share a look, catching the change as well. Steve hums and kisses your neck as Bucky smiles at the three of them. While still holding Ransom’s hand you explain.

“This world is so cruel and mean, Ransom. I figured it couldn’t hurt to combat that with a little sweetness.” You pull his hand up and give it a gentle kiss before you stand up and give him a kiss on the lips. “Now, go down to Jefferson’s room and grab your shredded boxers. He left them there for you to clean up, seeing as they are yours.” You give him a cheesy grin and Ransom sighs and rolls his eyes, grumbling as he walks away. Steve watches and teases a little.

“Aww there’s the Ransom we know!” Bucky laughs at Steve joke and Steve smiles proudly. Dinner is wonderful and everyone is in good spirits. Bucky and Steve finish up and leave Jake and Ransom to do the dishes while they head downstairs to feed Cap. The rest of the night is spent with Steve massaging out your sore muscles and then you hold Bucky and Steve all night. You have to wipe a tear when you realized how blessed and loved you are.

The next morning your coffee warms your soul as you sit at the table waiting on your pancakes. Steve flips through the paper like the old man he is and Bucky has some fun 40’s music playing softly in the background. That peace is slightly disturbed by Jake and Precious leaving their room in a slight frenzy.

“Big day!” He is dressed in his Petunias shirt and he has his gym bag ready to go. Precious is grabbing snacks and water for the both of them. “You guys really need to come to the next one! Not a lot left in the season before Christmas break- even Andy and Peach are coming to the game today.” You smile and nod.

“I know, I was really hoping Jefferson would be able to join us when we go but his visitation hearing isn’t until next week. So I’m not going till I can go with him. Steve and Bucky are free to go though!” You look at them and they share a look.

“Hey don’t be like that. Even Ransom is gonna go to the next game. Although I think that’s just because he wants to get out of the house.” Jake says and then squeezes Bucky’s shoulders and gives them a shake. “It’ll be fun!” He looks at you. “I understand, Daisy. Should I tell Grace that he says hi?”

“Yes, please.” Jake turns and sees Jefferson. “Tell her I hope to be at her next game.” He smiles and Jake nods happily.

“I will.” Jake turns and takes Precious’ hand. “Alright, we will see you later!”

“Go Petunias!” Shouts a mixture of voices of different excitement and levels of enthusiasm. You laugh and wave as they disappear out the door. Bucky sits and pulls you into his lap as Steve sits beside you two. He places your plate in front of you and hand some to Steve. Jefferson sits down across from you three and Ari comes shuffling in to grab his morning coffee. You all start talking and sharing about the days ahead when Ransom quietly joins. He leans against the doorway as he watches you all interact. You cuddle with Bucky as Steve eats and feeds you between bites, enjoying watching you and Bucky. Ari laughs at Bucky’s invitation to train and says he ‘likes being able to walk’ Bucky tends to go too hard when training and working out. Jefferson says he has some new suit designs for Steve and Bucky and he hopes to have them done soon. This little family unit that was weirdly formed yet works so well. You see Ransom behind Ari and you lean forward and hold out your hand. All the men turn around to look, they share glances and you can tell their energy changes a little.

“Come sit, there is plenty of room.” You invite him over and he cautiously joins you. He looks around at you all just staring at him and then rolls his eyes.

“I know I’m pretty to look at but I’m not into dudes.” He grumbles as he settles in his chair. The men all sigh and just laugh, because what else would they do. You smirk settle further into Bucky’s arms as you joke.

“Well good thing I am” you bite your lip and look at all your boys, some shared, others not, but all there with just you for a moment. And for a moment it’s perfect. “My men, together. I couldn’t be happier. We are only missing Frankie.” You beam at them all. Jefferson and Ari even make a point to squeeze Ransom’s shoulder and pat his back, as an almost ‘welcome’. Ransom panics and like all trauma responses, his just happens.

“And that’s a good thing cause I’d really like to get into you later.” Ransom snarks. He stands and leaves the room as he waves over his shoulder. “See ya later, Daisy Mae.” You sigh and lean your head against Bucky’s shoulder. He kisses your temple and Steve rubs your back. Ari takes Ransom’s seat and squeezes your knee as Jefferson reaches across the table to hold your hand.

“One step forward, three steps back.” You sadly admit. The boys continue to comfort you. Even though Ransom put up that wall and strutted away to hide his worry and happiness in being accepted by the guys, he still chose to say your name in the new, sweet way and that gives you a little hope.

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Leo (1)

Summary: Any alpha trying to get your attention needs to get past Leo first.

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, language, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, fluff, mafia au (implied)

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“Aw, baby puppy,” you coo as your dog runs toward you. For a dog his size and weight, the affectionate Leonberger is rather careful as he stops right in front of you and expects cuddles. “I’ve missed you too, Leo.”

“What the fuck?” the guy wanting to hit on you at the café you just left squeaks. You ignore his outburst and crouch down to wrap your arms around the huge dog protecting you. “What’s this? A beast?”

“Leo is my dog, asshat,” you grumble. “He’ll bite your ass off if you won’t stop hitting on me. I told you to leave me alone the moment you stand in front of my table.”

Leo rubs his furry cheek against your shoulder and whines. “I know, puppy. I was away for too long. It’s been almost three hours.”

“You can’t get all cozy with a stinking beast,” the alpha just won’t give up.

“Well then, I’ll never get all cozy with you. You stink. And it’s not only your body odor,” you smirk as he finally stomps away. “See, that’s why I like you the most, Leo. You’re a natural in scaring assholes off.”

Leo nuzzles your neck, sniffing at your scenting gland. The dog happily takes all the cuddles and attention you give him. He whines and purrs, all the while showering you with attention.

“Good boy, Leo. You protected my omega so well,” you chuckle as your dog relaxes the moment your alpha pats his head. “I knew you’ll be the perfect protector for my girl.” Ari praises your dog.

“You didn’t have to come to pick me up. I only had lunch with my friends and some coffee,” sighing deeply Ari crouches down next to you and the dog. He runs his hand over the dog’s back, gently patting the dog. “No one will try to kidnap or hurt me in public.”

“Y/N, you know I got a lot of enemies. You must accept my protection,” you whine low in your throat. “I sent Leo over to make sure that guy leaves you alone. I could’ve just broken his body. You know how I can get when someone tries to put their hands on my omega.”

“Fair enough,” you chuckle. “How about we bring my favorite man home? He needs more cuddles.”

You stand back up, smirking as Ari looks almost offended. “Leo is your favorite man. Not me?” He chokes out and puts a hand on his heart. “I’m hurt, Y/N.”

“He’s fluffier.”

“You always call me your big bear,” Ari argues. He doesn’t like getting replaced by anyone. “I'm taller and warm.”

“That you are, alpha,” you pat his firm chest. “If you bring me home and give Leo cuddles too, I’ll think about giving you more than cuddles when we are alone...”

You ended up on your bed, wrapped in Ari’s arms while Leo lies behind you, snuggled at your side.

Your alpha is not happy about how the night turned out.

“Don’t be mad. He just missed me so much, alpha,” you press a soft kiss on Ari’s chest. “I promise we will do all the naughty things you planned in the morning.”

“How can you love the 160 pounds furry beast more than me,” Ari mutters. “I should’ve bought a poodle.”

“I know you love Leo as much as I love him,” you coo. “Now, be a good alpha and tell me about your day. I want to know every detail…”

>> Part 2

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mackenzielovee · 2 years ago

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protection (3) — ari levinson

summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.

pairing: dbf! ari x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, death, guns, violence, smut (kissing, grinding, sexual language/content)

wc: 3.2k

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For hours, you feel too humiliated to even try to venture out of your room. You try not to think about how Ari made you feel — how he tested you, embarrassed you, but made it seem as if he was doing it all for your safety.

Your mind reels as you try to figure it all out. Figure him out. Eventually, you resign to thinking you never will. That doesn’t mean you’re willing to stop trying to get to him.

It’s dark out when you decide to venture down the stairs. You can hear your father and his men in his office, and your skin crawls at the thought of facing Ari again today. You’re sure you’ve pushed him far enough, and maybe, just maybe, it would be wise not to push any further.

You hurry across the house and into the kitchen; socks sliding against the glossy wood floors. You’d taken a bath, just as your father suggested, then put on black shorts and an oversized tee shirt you’d stolen from an ex-boyfriend.

Your stomach growls, and you begin to dig through the fridge in hopes of finding something; leftovers, microwavable meals, or even just something to snack on.

“There’s pasta on the top shelf.”

You tense and spin around, finding Javier standing on the opposite side of the kitchen, watching you. Even in the darkness that surrounds you, you can make out a cut on his bottom lip and a bruise around his eye.

“Javi,” you breathe, “What happened to your face?”

“Ari,” he replies, then looks to the floor, “You okay?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” he nods, “I’ve never gotten used to being shot at. Even in my line of work. I can’t imagine how much it must have rattled you.”

You swallow, but you suddenly realize that there’s no pang in your chest. There’s no hear sunken feeling; no dread, anxiety, fear, or anything. You just feel numb. Before now, you hadn’t even realized the lack of emotions you felt about the day — unrelated to Ari and his behavior.

“I’m fine,” you squeak, and it’s obvious Javier doesn’t believe you.

“Well, I’ll be here when you’re not,” he promises.

You frown, “He hit you?”

Javier finally allows himself to look at you now, then nods once to answer your question.

“Three times,” he explains, “It’s not a big deal.”

You shake your head defiantly and flip on the kitchen light, then walk over to where Javier stands. You notice him looking you up and down, but you don’t call attention to it.

“He can’t just hit you and get away with it,” you mumble, “Especially after he had a gun to your head.”

Javier smirks, “I’m fine, bonita. Truly.”

“I should give him a piece of my mind,” you grunt, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No, you shouldn’t,” Javier chuckles.

You open your mouth to speak, but the sound that travels through the air makes your blood stop cold in your veins.

“Give who a piece of your mind?”

Javier’s smile falls and he immediately steps back from you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. You spin slowly, coming face to face with Ari for the first time in mere hours. His glare is harsh and his jaw is clenched as he looks between you and Javier. Like a wave, the fear washes over you. It registers immediately that you only seem to feel anything when Ari’s in the vicinity — even if those feelings aren’t good ones.

His gaze is strong as he stares at you, seemingly begging for you to try him. Again. You inhale deeply, then shake your head.

“Nobody,” you mumble.

He nods, but his jaw ticks victoriously, “Javier, get the car ready. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

“Yes sir,” Javier replies automatically, stealing one quick glance at you before adding, “Goodnight, Miss Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Javi,” you whisper.

The room falls silent, but it seems that Ari finds comfort in that. He leans up against the doorframe and crosses his arms, following in Javier’s steps and not bothering to hide the way he looks you up and down. The idea of him looking at you that way makes you squirm, and you let it show.

He smirks as you fidget with your hands, doing your best to avoid his eyes.

“Are you still mad at me?” you ask, your voice sounding weak and powerless compared to his.

“Yes,” he replies, “Are you still mad at me?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, finally daring to meet his eyes. Your heart feels like it’s burning up in your chest when he looks at you, and your mind races as you try to figure out why Ari has such an impact on you.

“Yes,” you mumble.

He nods, “I’m not going to apologize.”

“Neither am I.”

You watch as his lips tip up, but he lets the expression fall. Then, he takes a step forward, then another, watching as you move back. He continues his pursuit forward until your back meets the counter, trapping you in.

“I’m not asking you to,” he rasps.

Your throat is suddenly dry, and all you can smell, all you can see, is him. He’s too close, and every alarm bell you’ve ever had is blaring inside of you. Instead of moving, you allow him to take the remaining steps to you, then set his hands on the counter on either side of your body. He’s caging you where you stand, maintaining eye contact and showing no fear.

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Levinson?”

You know it’s a risk, but it’s your plan. To lure him in. You count yourself victorious, given that it’s only been one day, and he’s already so close. You refuse to show fear, even though your heart is racing out of your chest. Calm, cool, collected. Make him sweat.

“Like you’ve been flirting with me?” he counters, raising a brow. When you don’t answer, he dips his head down, requesting an answer and adding, “Huh?”

“Maybe,” you answer shyly.

His smirk widens, and you swear he moves even closer to you before he stands up straight, nodding in approval when you follow him with your eyes.

“What, you’re gonna play the game and then get all shy?” he teases, “I’m falling for it, sweetheart.”

You furrow your brow, “Falling for what?”

“For your little game,” he shrugs, his hand dragging along the counter and ghosting over your waist, “You’re clearly in desperate need of attention. You’re upset because your Daddy doesn’t give you enough—”

You shove him then, realizing Ari’s playing his own game that you don’t know anything about. He chuckles dryly and stumbles back, but catches himself and recovers quickly.

“Fuck you, Ari,” you say.

He laughs dryly, “You ought to know better than to speak to me like that.”

“I’m speaking to you like this because you’re being an asshole,” you fire back, “I’m not desperate, and I don’t have Daddy issues.”

Ari snorts, “Okay, sure. And I’m not about to go shoot a guy in the head for looking at you the wrong way today.”

Your eyes widen at those words. Ari shakes his head and runs a hand through his beard, sighing with frustration as you stand in front of him. Motionless and fearful.

“You’re going to kill him?” you ask quietly.

“He tried to kill you,” he replies instantly.

You grow quiet at that; unwilling to beg for a man’s life when Ari’s standing in front of you like this. He radiates strength and power, and even though a small part of you is afraid of him, a bigger part is squirming because of how much he makes you feel.

The idea of Ari killing the man from the street today brings a pit to your stomach, but not for the reason it should.

“What if he tries to kill you first?” you question.

His smirk returns, “Then, I guess you’ll be free to run off into the sunset with your precious Javi.”

You look up at him, but you don’t verbally respond. He licks his lips as he stares down at you, both of you feeling as if silence is a better communicator than words.

He doesn’t step back, doesn’t attempt to move or give you more space. He merely remains still, remains focused, and leaves the next move up to you. You know you shouldn’t take it — not after what he said about you having Daddy issues and essentially calling you desperate. But, you can’t help yourself. He’s right there in front of you, and you justify your action by telling yourself that it’s all part of getting the big, bad Ari Levinson to fall to his knees.

He freezes when you press the palm of your hand to his broad chest — clearly not expecting this in the slightest. He’s warm, you think, and strong. Your lips tip up as you feel the power come back to you.

“You’ll be careful, won’t you, Mr. Levinson?”

He swallows, not daring to move a muscle. Your smirk widens as he works to form a response, although his eyes never leave yours.

“No,” he answers, stepping closer and drawing your palm further up his chest, “Not with the motherfucker who tried to kill you today.”

Your insides burn as you imagine what Ari is capable of. Even so, you don’t bother dropping your hand.

“I’ll wait for you to come home,” you whisper, watching his eyes drop to your lips, “You’ll need someone to clean you up, right?”

You watch every thought fall from his head except for one. Mindlessly, Ari nods. You smirk, knowing you have him right where you want him.

Until you don’t.

All at once, Ari snaps right back into it — and it takes you too long to realize that he never lost control at all. With his hand placed lightly around your throat, he pulls you away from the counter and over to the pantry door. He roughly sets you up against it and boxes you in again, then leans down so that his lips are only inches from yours.

“That’s real cute,” he murmurs.

You swallow roughly, gasping when he presses his body up against yours. The entire facade slips, and all you can think about is how close he is, how good he smells, and how much you want him.

“What is?” you ask breathlessly.

“You,” he replies, “Thinking you can play with me. You should know better, baby.”

Frantically, you shake your head, the feeling of being in trouble somehow clouding your judgment. You’ve forgotten the game, and all you can think about is him.

“I do,” you whisper.

He raises a brow, “You do, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum, leaning closer.

He grins, “Prove it.”

Ari pulls his head back when you rise on your tip-toes, desperate to prove it to him in any way possible. You can’t seem to think of anything besides kissing him, feeling him, being this close to him.

“Ari,” you whine, trying to tug him in by the end of his shirt.

You watch the look in Ari’s eyes change as you say his name, and for a moment, you think that’s the key. The answer. Just say his name, and he’ll look at you like he’s ready to drop to his knees. You’re sure he almost does, but stops when he hears your father’s office door open down the hall. His voice is faint, but the sound of his Italian loafers against the wood floor tells you he’s coming to the kitchen.

“I’ll come back when he’s dead,” Ari whispers to you, “I can’t fucking think straight knowing he’s out there thinking about you like that.”

You bite your lip to hide a smile, then run your hand down his chest. He groans deeply, but doesn’t stop you.

“Will you bring me back a souvenir?”

Ari’s jaw ticks, “If there’s anything left of him.”

You smile, and so does Ari. Your father rounds the corner just as Ari takes three large steps back, not breaking eye contact with you for a second.

“Oh, hello, my love,” your father greets you, “What are you doing up so late?”

You give your father a convincing smile, “I just needed a snack.”

He steps over to you and kisses your forehead, clearly unsuspecting. Javier leans in the doorway of the kitchen, but you can’t find it in you to look at him. He’d left you alone with Ari several minutes ago, and you still haven’t come any closer to making something to eat.

“Eat whatever you’re hungry for, darling. We have some business to take care of tonight, but Vick will be in the house if you need anything, and Derek and Mateo are at the front gate. Get some good rest, okay?”

You nod, “Okay, Dad.”

He beams, then kisses your forehead once more. When he turns back to Ari and Javier, you allow your eyes to float back up. Ari’s watching you; fists clenched tightly at his side.

“Let’s get moving, boys,” he says.

Javier nods and walks off without a word, and your father follows. Ari lingers, stealing one last glance at you before swallowing and turning his back.

“Be careful, Mr. Levinson,” you say quietly, only for him to hear.

He turns and raises a teasing brow, then licks his lips. You ignore the feelings that stir in your stomach.

“Get some rest,” Ari says, repeating your father’s words before adding, “You’re going to need it.”

Your mind doesn’t stop buzzing after Ari leaves. You’d watched him from the window as he climbed into the bulletproof, black SUV, dripping power and dominance with every step. He doesn’t look back, not even once, and you swear you can feel anxiety swirling at the thought of him not returning to the house.

After they leave, you’re far too anxious to eat, so you end up wandering around the house. Vick stays in your father’s office, and you don’t even attempt to bother him. After an hour of deafening silence, you head back upstairs to your room, where you do your best to distract yourself.

Around one o’clock in the morning, you fall asleep. Keeping your eyes open proves to be too difficult, and your head falls to the right as you sit up in your bed.

It’s not until almost four o’clock that you hear the doors slamming and the boots against the wood. Your father barks out orders, and the second you register his voice, your eyes go wide. If he’s home, that means Ari is, too.

You scramble off your bed and over to your door, pulling it open without a second thought. You can hear your father talking downstairs, but it all fades quickly.

Ari appears at the top of the stairs, and the breath escapes from your lungs. His eyes take their time traveling up, then down, and finally, he looks right at you.

You take in his appearance; bruised and bloody knuckles, blood spatter on his face, neck, and shirt, and dirt covering the rest of him. He’s dirty, but you don’t care one bit.

“Here,” he says gruffly, walking over to where you remain frozen, “A souvenir.”

Obediently, you hold your hand out and take what he offers without even considering what it might be. When you feel the cool metal touch your palm, you look down.

“What is this?” you ask quietly.

“His wedding band,” Ari answers, emotionless, “He’s dead. You know what that means?”

You snort to yourself as you go through the possibilities he could say next. Even though you should be repulsed at the idea of holding a dead man’s wedding band, you’re not. Strangely, it’s because Ari gifted it to you.

“What?” you whisper, looking back up at him.

He steps closer and lowers his voice, “That means, the only man fantasizing about you tonight will be me.”

You don’t even have to think before you’re reaching for him, tracing over the dried blood on his shirt with your perfectly manicured finger.

“You don’t have to fantasize.”

That seems to be all the permission Ari needs, because you’re not at all prepared for the way he steps forward and grabs you, picking you up and pushing your back against the wall in one quick motion. You grasp and lock your legs around his waist, then your arms around his torso. His mouth meets your jawline, neck, and collarbones, leaving traces of harsh, wet kisses and bite marks in their wake. His breath is hot on your skin, but you love the feeling more than you could ever describe.

“I fucking knew it,” he groans into your neck, “Skin’s so fucking soft. You like teasing the fuck out of me, baby?”

“Mhm,” you hum, unable to form words, “Ari—”

“Shh,” he hushes you, pressing another kiss, then another, then another to your jaw and cheeks, “I’m gonna stand here and savor every bit, and you’re gonna let me. Understood?”

You grind your hips against his abs, and he pushes his midsection closer into you, forcing a moan from your throat. You let him do whatever he wants; doing exactly as he ordered you to do and remaining quiet and still for him. Your fingers comb through his hair and tug, which bring short groans out of his throat.

It isn’t until he bites down on the right side of your neck that you let out a loud sound, a moan of his name, that he covers your mouth with his large hand.

“Oh, baby,” he chuckles against your neck, “You want your Dad to hear how desperate you are for me? How willingly you spread your legs for his business partner?”

“Ari,” you whine, “Want you.”

“I want Javier to hear you,” he continues, ignoring your words and the way you grind against him, desperate for friction, “I want him to hear your weak little gasps every fucking time I touch you. He’s never heard them before, right, baby?”

“No,” you say immediately, “Don’t want Javi. Want you.”

“Aw,” he grins, his smile and his tone patronizing, “You’re so needy. You just want attention, huh?”

“Yes,” you pant.

He grins, and you feel hopeful. You imagine him carrying you to your bedroom, stripping off every article of clothing, and keeping you in your bed until the sun comes up. You move closer, wanting to kiss him, but he pulls back. Just as you start to frown, he reaches around and unlocks your legs from his waist, then practically drops you onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare forget this,” he says deeply, “How I can reduce you to fucking nothing in under five minutes. You think you hold the power with your little shorts and that fucking smile? Not a chance, baby.”

Your eyes widen and your lips form into a pout — Ari leaving you feeling embarrassed and humiliated for the second time today pushing you too far.

“Ari?” you question, watching his smirk deepen.

“Enjoy your souvenir,” he replies coldly, then turns away, “It’s the last one you’ll get from me for a while.”

He descends down the stairs without another glance or word, leaving you standing there, desperate, sad, and needy. You watch him go, and let the embarrassment settle in your chest. You’re not used to this — the feeling of being rejected or denied. Although Ari challenges you, no part of you wants to face these feelings. You wanted it to all be easy, and Ari Levinson is proving to be very, very difficult. Especially when it registers as you walk back into your bedroom that he didn’t even once kiss you on the lips.

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lyriluscss · 1 year ago

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Propaganda:

Ari (made by several people):

— is the proud adoptive mother of at like half of tumblr at this point

— I love all my kids and would die for any of them in a heartbeat

— butterflies trust me

— so do small children and animals and baby birds

— I can swear in three different languages in the same sentence!! — I have and can perform minor avian surgery (on chickens) in my laundry room on multiple occasions

— I taught myself rudimentary Elvish when I was twelve out of the back of LOTR appendix

— I can talk about books for hoursss

— my poetry occasionally makes people cry

— I give really comfy hugs

— the name Ari (by pronunciation) means sunlight in elvish and that’s like the coolest thing about me

— I LOVE SUNRISES AND SUNSETS AND WILL GIVE PICS TO ANYONE WHO ASKS

she makes all her friends feel a bit better as always shes an amazing photographer and painter and writer

shes an earth goddess might i have to say vote for her

she makes lists of “drunk” me interactions (i’ve never been drunk in my life)

she knows how to curse in three languages in the same sentence (one word in each language)

she’s very silly

she’s the best

hozier would write a song about her

she’s studying math and man that takes guts

she's my (ex) wife

she's going to be a world famous author one day

she's one of the bravest people I know

she is a studio ghibli character

she knows how to dance!

she's the colour yellow in human form

she's EXTREMELY well read

she's my role model

she is 5 feet

she is the piss monster

her nickname is uwu

she is really smart and even though she's sometimes really stressed out she pushed through it all and always is nice to everyone

emphasis on that nice part, i had to beg her to be mean. she's an absolute angel

she's also an amazing peoples person, accommodating to all and super welcoming

she's pretty

she's going to take me to a beach

good

(y’all need to CALM DOWN with the Ari propaganda this is I think all of it—)

Grave:

They’re literally Kagamine Len real

theyre vv cool but they didn’t submit propaganda but yeah vote them or vote Ari I’m scared for this round it’s gonna be close

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themthrfkinprincess · 11 months ago

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My Astro Observations . . . TROIS

Welcome back to my posts. 😁👋🏾💗

Erm let's get into it I lol haha

This first one is not even an observation ✨but✨ whenever I just hear about Pisces I think of this photo:

This probably does not even freaking make sense to you. Well literally I was on Pinterest and I saw this and the very first thing that popped into my mind was Pisces. Like I don’t know. I think that the seal signifying toothpaste laying on the toothbrush in the middle of a rainy day very mutable water energy. There is something neptunian about it. It’s very Pisces moon to me being specific. Probably doesn’t not even make sense. My cousin is a Pisces, he reminds me of this. Hm. Idk. 🐟🫧🐟🫧

The three fire signs for absolutely no hickory darn dickory reason at all :

OOF Okay. Stereotypical. But these fuckers are just loud for no reason !!! Like fren I PRAY THEE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP🥺🥺🥺. I’m lying lol !! I love loud ppl ahaha !! 😭🤣 Like girl yes let’s yell for no apparent reason at all 😆💖 !! They’re so crazy you can take them anywhere !! But like girl wait cause you don’t want to be in A Quiet Place with them- they will have you UTTERLY. FUCKED😵🤯. Like okay- it’s not even if the person just talks loud or laughs loudly- the fellow sillylington just might quite literally make random noises. These are very spontaneous individuals. And when I speak of this I mean like maybe they might have a good amount of fire placements dominating or have some good influence of it. Like girly your just loud. 😭 I also want to include Gemini partially in this mix cause you guys do weird things out of nowhere I love it- I kind of mentioned this in my last post.

These placements are the Fifth Harmony of astrology- im talking Demi Lavato💀 I'm talking Exo 💀 Just big and loud 💀 You guys give Secret Love Song by Fifth Harmony💀

Taurus, Aries, Capricorn, Sagittarius ,Scorpio remind me of this:

My mom is a Scorpio- with prominent Capricorn influence- she is very much welcomed into the Nation of Idgafsia. LIKE WOW. I aspire to not give a fuck like her !! Like these five placements be minding they bussiness foreralzies !!! Like a bomb in somebody house across the street could go off and mean while they’re in the bathroom setting up their soaps and bodycare right before they get in the shower- like dimming the lights n lighting their candles n everything IM CRYING😭 AOSNDODNSK. These ppl r nonchalant. They’re relaxed and easy to hang around, I love it I love it I love it 💖

like no this be them fr 😭😭😭 :

But personally and specifically I think a Taurus would be the mayor/president of Idgafsia. Using a old friend for observation, I don’t personally know how you could not be cool with one. She reminds me of capybaras.

When I litteraly say shes this gif I mean it. I could put a posionus snake her bed. She would have probrobly wake up and be like “not you put a poisonous snake in my bed while I was sleep. girly that’s so crazy girl let me go to the hospital real quick. ima be back. 🏥🚶🏻‍♀️�� ” LIKE HUH??? CQFBHENNR😭. Like if it SERIOUSLY has nothing to do with anything pertaining to them they will rlly just be chilling forreal foreal. 🗿

Aries/Gemini/Water men are so breedable imo

LOL. Let me stop😭

but yeah i could give these men the meanest strap.

Also water sign men are so sexy? wtf??

You can’t tell an Aquarius or Scorpio SHIT. They are very much “erm ackshually my fellow scholar🤓👆🏾 the sun is shuprshingly 📝🤓not the biggest 🤓📚🧪 celestial body within our vast mind boggling universe-🤓👆🏾 you may want to consider looking into stars such Sirius 🤓🤓🤓”

Like yeah dude. We know that. An Aquarius would probably try to explain to you how to walk as if you had not learned that many years ago in your fresh years on this planet. Girl move.

It’s so infuriating!! I CANT count how many times I’ve seen Aquarius like this specifically. Like ouu girly you want to be an encyclopedia soooo bad 🙄🙄 Like I don’t know. You guys really seem like know it alls, it’s really your way or the highway. I wanna prove an Aquarius girly wrong so bad. JUST BECAUSE 😈

They are the personification of finding out your ass was really on the remote after all- and now you just don’t want to admit it. Like we don’t care fren just give us the remote I’m trying to watch Once Upon a Time for the 12948372th time. 😔😞

Like girly wrap it up or whatever 🙄

But no.

No.

I do understand genuinely you guys really like to find information that really helped you out at times-and spread it to dear ones. It's very nice of you seriously- we appreciate it. Thank you my beloved wanna-be-encyclopedia, like rlly seriously my pookie scrimblo sticks. 💗🥰

Speaking of Aquarian influence. MY GOD. Idc if it’s Saturnian or Uranian or whatever. If it’s Aquarian/Capricornian (does that even make sense? I have come to this DEFINITE conclusion; that AQUARIUS/CAPRICORN IS JUST SO SEXY🤯🤯🤯 but the big emphasis is on Aquarius like MY GAWD.

*Dance for You by Beyonce starts to play* Like no . . . Papi Hiddleston is SO. FOINE. *DRAMATIC EXPLOSION* He be having me GAWKIN!! you ever see somebody so sexy you get scared ?!?! 😧 like oooh im shivering in me timbers !!! 😰🫣😨

several Aquarius have done me like that N LOOK. DONT EVEN TRY IT- Yes. I’m a marvel girlie. I might litterly bring up anything marvel related on every post so don’t even be shocked lol. Just expect that from now on im so serious lol. and yo my sister mad whacky she said he’s ugly and talked about his bamboozled hairline what a friggin' bitch😔✋🏾n if you think so too on January 22nd, 2024- on that Monday at 8:17 AM you will slip on a banana peel. 😈 🍌🍌🍌

I’m getting sidetracked BUT I watched that new BBC interview of him after season 2.

AND YO.

HIS VOICE IS SO DEEP WHAT?? ZOO WEE MAMA !!! 🤤🤤🤤

But this is how Capricorn/Aquarius have me😋😋😋

like it’s me bby . . 😜😉 let me be ur girl . . . mmmh stop trippin papi 😚😋🥰

They are sex walking I’m so sorry. This goes for Capricorn too with that Saturn energy. You guys r so hawt n sexay. Like sheesh meowwwww puurrr slay the boots house down yas. 🐈😼 😈

Like jeez let’s play Cool Cat by queen real quick.

Now listen up!

Virgo, Sagittarius, Leo, Aquarius, Aries, Capricorn, and Gemini !!! Im talking to you !! 💗😋 These placements are so accepting imo. Like no- I've just noticed that these placements.

Virgo- I think you guys seem to be good listeners. This goes for Gemini too- maybe because they may share qualities with Mercury. They both do so in a caring sense- such in a sense that if you feel like maybe no one is hearing you/dont feel heard they will maybe at least try to hear you out. I think they r just great when u need an ear 💗

Now Aries, Sag, Leo Gemini and Aquarius I LOVE YOU AGH. Is it me or like I LOVE WATCHING YOU GUYS BE YOURSELVES AHH. You inspire me so much AHH!!

YOU GUYS INSPIRE ME TO BE BOLD N TO JUST BE MYSELF LIKE ARGHH MATEY!! IM GONNA DO IT!!!!!!

I feel like there are times. Where you can feel or felt unsure or awkward about yourself. In my opinion I often see these signs just doing their thing at times- it can be unapologetic. It does not even have to be bold or anything they can just be minding their business doing their everyday thing. I guess what I'm saying is I love how authentic the sign can be.

There is some sort of level of confidence in them that they can stand on. I love it.

And yeah- I've just come to this conclusion that Capricorns, Geminis and Aquarius can just be weird? Like lol. Thier humor can be so weird and so out of the box sometimes- personality too. I feel when they are literally just being them, it is very inspiring to me imo.

Like i feel like you can have a dance off in the kitchen like this at 4am with them idk 😭:

N i guess its why I think these signs (Cap, Leo, Aqua, Aries, Sag) can usually be very sexy easily bc they r just so authentic n raw to me its kind of poetic like im twirling my hair rn n giggling 🤭

I feel like Leo, Aquarius and Scorpio can be like this when hurt:

"I'm so tall, can't get over me

I'm so low, can't get under me

I must be all these things

For I just threw out the love of my dreams"

Of course- when it comes to modality the four signs will obviously have something in common. What I mean with Leo Aqaurius and Scorpio is- they are just so- well- fixed. I noticed they try to act like they don't care about something- when they very much in fact do. You can't jump over them, you can't get under them- you can't get besides them, and like even if you did- it cannot really affect them that much anyway . . . -right? It feels like punching a stone made of jelly on the inside (literally so random- ik fren lmfao) I can punch a stone, It's fine- well not my knuckles ofc- they can be so hard when hurt. Sheesh. Only if you knew that you wobbled up that Jello a little bit on the inside. (Does that even make sense?)

And don't even try to pick up the stone- its too heavy. They ground themselves whatever philosophy they got going on in their noggin🥴🥴🥴🥴- no matter if its emotionally or whatever.

"He is in my eyes, he is in my ears

He is in my blood, he is in my tears

I breathe love, and see him everyday

Even though my love's a world away

Oh, he's got me wondering

My righteousness is crumbling"

It will bother them. And bother them. And bother them. And bother them. Bother them. And Aqaurius with think about it- try to bargain about it imo. Scorpio with feel a very fucking speicfic way about it and not say SHIT. 🙄😒 Leo's are so silly- they just try to act unfazed

but we easily know lol like ok girl-I'm sorry but there is something too whimsical/unserious about them to not know when somethings wrong 😭. But yes-back to the point. In short- its so annoying with them bc three gwrorlies dont just want to admit or submit to things at first. These three live off of cool down time !!! lmfao 🤣 you really got to give them a moment. Maybe a long time too. They care so much. Too much at times- like girl be calm.

I feel like they can do the most. They will do all sorts of things just to stand on something- or an idea or feeling that they had. It is hard for them to be wrong, or to lose. Sometimes I feel like these three need to learn how to truly let things be or go. Not everything has to be a chess game fren. ☹️💗 It like they feel they need to be a few steps ahead- they might feel ashamed or disappointed or sad or otherwise with them.

erm i have few more things to say but im literally tired of typing lol.

Ciao!!

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petiteprincesses · 4 months ago

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Hello, again! Welcome back to Petite Princesses! With Princess Maker 2 Regeneration out (except for the PlayStation), I decided it’d be polite of me to create a basic guide to some of the simple parts! This one will be about everything from the starting menu!

Bear in mind that due to the change in localization (bless the Translators), I’ll refer to each stat by all 3 English names on first mention, but I’ll default to the latest translation from then on. As well, I’ll be using Centimeters and Kilometers for ease of reference. Furthermore, I’ll be using Refine for screenshots.

Here’s our basic screen, of which you can see many different things. I’ve labeled them accordingly, and I’ll speak of each tab in detail!

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CURRENT DATE: A Box where you can tell the day— the year is on top (1210), with the month (April 4) and the day of the week (Sunday) on the left, with the day of the month (the Fourth) on the right. The game starts on your daughters 10th birthday, and ends on her 18th (in our case, April 4th 1218)

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STAR: I didn’t label this myself, but the “Star” section on the right side info box is pretty important. Here, our daughter’s sign is Aries (Mars), and her blood type is B. Your star sign determines starting statistics and a +100 bonus from slaying a certain foe that I’ll mention later, while type influences passive stat increases. I’ll explain the exacts in another post someday, but for the impatient, googling Patrons on the Princess Maker Fandom Wiki should do the trick!

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ARM/WPN: This is her equipment! You can set it in the menu marked ITEM (the box with the sword, shield, and scroll). All equipment can be equipped at any point, and your armor is even visible during (non errantry) battles!

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STATUS: Here she will have her statuses— there are 3 in the game. Sick (Stress > Constitution/Stamina, represented by a Skull) lowers her HP in combat and can lead to her demise, Degrade (Stress > Morality or Faith, whatever is higher, represented by blue lightning) makes her less likely to work properly and risks being arrested (lowering your reputations) / wasting your money (happens mostly during free time but can occur during working hours), and Love (Triggered by an event when she’s 14 that requires her Charisma/Glamour stat to be the highest, represented by a Pink Heart) that lasts 3 months, makes her less likely to work, and lowers 3 of her hidden stats (Relationship with Father, Cube, and Prince— the last of which could be troublesome for getting the ending).

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HER MEASUREMENTS: This ones pretty simple— it’s her Height, Weight, and Three Sizes (Bust/Waist/Hips). In modern releases, it uses Centimeter/Kilograms, but in the original DOS en leak, its Inches and Pound. If she’s overweight, then she cannot wear certain clothes (all that aren’t the Siren Robes, Cotton Dress, or seasonal outfits). You can tell her weight by her sprite. As well, you can calculate her threshold by .95[height]-[Age + 87]. To get a rough idea, let’s punch in our daughter from earlier, Alice. At 146 centimeters, .95 x 146 is 138.7. Now, she’s 10, so 10 + 87 is 97. 138.7 - 97 is 41.7. Behold, she’ll turn overweight the second the “weight” bar is “41.70”, but if she’s at “41.69”, it’s fine. Though I am to assume rounding is in play!

(Do mind the different stats of her three sizes— I don’t have the original file, so I had to make a replacement with the necessary stats!)

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STATS: Brings up a Menu. For Clarity, below is the side bar from Regeneration. I will list the stats in order, with every name applicable in the order of DOS/Refine/Regen.

Constitution/Stamina: Determines your daughter’s HP. Needs at least 50 to be good at most jobs. Also determines your daughter’s health. Most easily raised by Farming. Likely to be Lowered by Dieting

Strength: A bonus to Attack: 8 points of Strength is equivalent to 1 attack point. Most easily raised by Farming. Likely to be Lowered by Salon.

Intelligence: Essentially, her MP. Needs at least 10 to cast a magic attack. Most easily raised by Science. Likely to be Lowered by Bar work

Refinement/Elegance: Not particularly important unless you’re doing a Ruling Queen run— in which case it needs to be 800. You may need this to get random proposals (which means money!) Most easily raised by Decorum, or if you’re cheap, Lucifon in the Desert. Likely to be Lowered by Farming, so it’ll be zero for a while

Charisma/Glamour: Usually important for special marriage endings. Can cause a few problems such as Attempted Sexual Assault, becoming someone’s Mistress (if it’s her highest stat, indicated by her different facial expression), and generally being asked out. Easily raised by Dance, if you’re cheap (again) Lucifon in the Desert, or the Sleazy/Illegal Bar if you’re willing to tank the stress.

Morality: Need at least 30 for a basic marriage ending. Can also play a part in rejecting the more gross offers she may encounter, as well as being able to stave off delinquency if it’s higher than Faith. If it’s your highest stat, you may encounter a deal that will sell all of it for Equivocal Gold. Easily raised by Church Work, or simply being born with Type A blood. Likely to be Lowered by the aforementioned demonic deals.

Faith: Staves off Delinquency if higher than Morality. It’s definitely a stat that exists. Easily raised by Church, which can also prevent the demon from showing up to eat her morals. Likely to be Lowered by Science.

Sin/Karma: If it’s over 100/250, she will get a Sin ending. If it’s 500 (along with some decent fighter/magic reputation), she will instantly become the Queen of Darkness by the end. You’ll likely get this by killing anything in Errantry, but other “Sinful” acts like the illegal bar and hunting animals will raise it too. Can be sold off for 100g per 10 points, or simply going to Church for work normally.

Sensitivity: It’ll let her see what’s usually “mythical”, such as Fairies and the such if she goes where they hang out. If it’s the highest, she’ll run away, lowering her reputations. Easily raised by Salon work, but can be raised in a multitude of fun ways.

Stress: This is mostly a problem early game. So long as it doesn’t exceed her Morality/Faith or stamina stats, she’s in the clear. It can go to Zero in certain events, such as witnessing Fairies, so if you plan right, Free Time doesn’t have to happen.

Combat Skill: Essentially, your Hit/Dodge rate. Essential for any adventurer, otherwise you’re unable to do ANYTHING! Easily raised by Fighting/Kung-fu classes, but the tempting Restaurant and Inn can lower it.

Attack: Exactly what it says. It determines your daughter’s attack stat. Separate from your strength, but both will result in your “total” attack. Easily raised by Fencing and most Swords. Difficult to lose.

Defense: A difficult stat to raise terribly high. Also exactly what it says on the tin. Can be gained consistently by second level Kung-Fu classes, but not terribly fast. Also, most armor increases it.

All of these skills will be boosted by the spirit Valkyria, first Skill, then Attack, then Defense. When you get to 400 Fighters Reputation, as well as 40 instances of Fencing, Kung-Fu, or Errantry, you’ll receive the Valkyria Sword— which is the second best sword in the game, with 25 attack, 10 defense, and 18 skill.

Magic Skill: Like Combat Skill, but for Magic. Easily raised by Magic Classes. Impossible to lose.

Magic Attack: Much like Attack, but for Magic. Unlike Attack, there isn’t another stat that also functions as an attack bonus, but Magic tends to be what most of the tougher bosses are weak to. Easily raised by Magic Classes.

Magic Defense: It’s like Defense, but easier to raise! In fact, there’s a few ways to raise it! Unfortunately, most things that can do Magic can’t hit you once you’re skilled enough, so this is mainly for Wendy. Can be raised by Theology or working at the Graveyard. Likely to be lowered at Science (but slowly)

All of these skills will be boosted by the sorceress Fay, first Magic Skill, then Magic Attack, then Magic Defense. When you get to 400 Magic Reputation, you’ll receive the Power Ring/Unrivaled Ring, letting you cast Magic without needing 11+ Intelligence. Unfortunately, you’ll have to waste a ton of money as this also requires 32 magic classes- which become Useless very fast. More importantly than that, if you do only Magic classes for a mont, she’ll come raise one of the Magic stats by 5. The stat she raises is of your choosing, so my recommendation Magic Attack.

Decorum: You need decorum to be able to speak to people at the palace. Easily(and for the most part, Only) raised by doing Decorum classes. Impossible to lose.

Art/Art Skill/Artistry: Impacts her Dance Contest score and determines what painting she’ll create in Art Class. For the record, if it’s the highest of the Housework/Social stats, the daughter will be locked into an Art based ending. Easily raised by… Painting Classes. Cannot be Lowered below 100 once you reach 100.

Conversation/Speech/Eloquence: Really only used for two characters at the castle. Only raised by Bar work. Impossible to lose.

All of these skills will be boosted by the demon Paimon, first Decorum, then Artistry, then Eloquence. When you get to 400 Social Reputation, as well as 64 instances of Painting, Dance, or Protocol, you’ll receive Perfume— which… attracts suitors. Which at the point you get it, you’ll already attract anyways.

Cooking: Very important for the Cooking contest. You will need at least 90+ to win, alongside high sensitivity.

Cleaning: An entirely useless stat. It only impacts your Housekeeping reputation.

Temperament/Personal/Temper: Solely important for the Queen. Likely to be lowered by Sinful Work.

All of these skills will be boosted by the spirit Domovoi, first Cooking, then Cleaning, then Temper. When you get to 400 House Reputation, as well as 120 instances of Housework, Bar work, or Restaurant work, you’ll receive the Perfect Flour— it guarantees a Cooking victory, but by the time you get it, you’ll be guaranteed to win anyways.

Fight Repuation: Derives from your “Combat” oriented stats. Can be raised further by winning fights with the sword, or a Dragon Fang. Serves as Morale if higher than Magic. Can be uniquely lowered by selling the “Royal Sword” I allude to.

Magic Repuation: Derives from your “Magic” oriented stats. Can be raised further by winning fights with Magic. Serves as Morale if higher than Fight.

Social Reputation: Derives from your “Social” oriented stats. Can be raised further by winning the Dance/Art contests. Can be uniquely lowered by talking to the Clown.

House Reputation: Derives from your “Housework” oriented stats. Can be raised further by winning the Cooking contest.

All reputations will be lowered by being arrested or running away from home.

But wait! There’s more!! Let’s bring up the Four Hidden stats!

Relationship with Father (called Father_love by Mad Eddy) is rather relevant- you can use it to scold her and dissuade her from things like delinquency and being a mistress. Easily raised by Vacations and just. Talking to her. Most likely to be lowered by Free Time (regardless of pocket money) and resting for the Harvest Festival. Needs to be 100 (along with some stats) to Marry Her.

Relationship with Cube (called Cube_love by Mad Eddy) is rather less relevant. Pretty much is only for the ending, where it needs to be 100. Can be conveniently raised by changing equipment on errantry- you can essentially spam it if you’re really into that.

Relationship with Prince (called Prince_love by Mad Eddy) is mostly just for the Ending, but this time it needs to be 96. Raised by 12 each time you meet him, so every January 31st must be spent with him.

All of them are subject to lower by 6 if she falls In Love.

Maternal Instinct is exactly what it says, Important for some endings (like Princess of Darkness for some reason). Raised by Babysitting and Tutoring. Lowered by Hunting (for. Some reason?)

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TALK: Lets you talk to your daughter. The Three option are Father-Daughter Chat/Father-Daughter talk, Pocket Money, and Scold/Lecture.

When you click Father-Daughter talk, you get 3 more options. How she is doing/Recent matters will prompt her to speak about, well, whatever she wants. Usually, it is about herself, such as her (in)ability to do art, or how she worries about her childrearing skills. After that is Her studies/About study, which is related to what you’ve been making her study— be it how she appreciates how Art brings people together, or how she’s the best magician ever. As for Other topics/Another topic, it’s known to have some weird conversations, usually relating to her body, sometimes relating to other things. As well, picking any option here will raise your internal “Relationship with Father” stat by 1– this is important for two things down the line.

Pocket Money is a lot less complicated, as it’s pretty straightforward. Essentially, you give your daughter 20 + 10x gold, with “X” being the second digit of her age. So, if your daughter is 10, that’s 20 + (10 x 0), which would just be 20. If she’s 18, that’s 20 + (10 x 8), which would be 100. However, while the price increases, the benefits do not— she will lose 20 stress when used, regardless of age. This option does not raise the internal stat mentioned above. As well, if sick, she will not accept your money, and if “Degrade”, she will take it, and it will not impact her stress.

Scold/Lecture is pretty useless… it doesn’t do anything but make your daughter look a little confused. If she’s sick, she’ll wonder if she’s doing something wrong— which will lower her stress by 5, for whatever reason, at least in the refine version. But what you’d actually want to use this feature for is when she’s being rowdy, indicated by the “DEGRADE” marker— it’ll lower her stress by her relationship with her father, (up to a 100 point stress loss!!), and then raise it by 5. If you’ve been playing up a daddy’s girl, this could be of great use.

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DIET: Now, this one’s a little interesting. You have the choice of 4 options, which tie to her weight and stamina! By selecting the Normal/Standard diet, you’ll have a daughter that gains roughly .20 kilograms per month. This is the default, and is also standard, costing 30g. By picking the Robust/Hearty diet, you’ll gain a little over .30 kilograms, but you’ll also gain 10 stamina at the end of every month. It costs 80g, but can be good if you’ve been neglecting your stamina intakes— or if you really want to bulk up early game with the right set up. Then there is the Slim down/Refined diet— In addition to lowering your weight gain to around .15 kilograms, it also lowers your Stamina by 5. It costs 10g, so it’s not really recommended, unless you’re about to cross the threshold. Finally is the Slim Down/Intensive diet. Here, you’ll lose a hefty 20 stamina, but in return you’ll lose around .50 kilograms, and it costs 5g. This is only worth it if you have stamina (and kilos!) to burn. It’s worth noting that if your daughter is getting a little too weak (low stamina), then Cube will swap to the Hearty diet, but you can simply change back to whatever diet you’d like.

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INFO: You’ll find personal information here, such as your daughters birth and her star sign. You’ll also find connections (Raised by talking to Palace Staff) and Sick/Delinquency percentages. One percent is equal to one point of stress over the stat mentioned in “Status”— you’ll need 90% Sickness (Critical) to become Bedridden (Which will kill you if it lasts at least 2 months, ending the game), and 90% Delinquency (A hooligan) to become a Gang Member (Which will get you arrested— a harsh penalty to your reputation stats).

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SHOP: Another doozy, but we’ll simplify, simplify, simplify!

The Armorer/Armoury is ran by Armorer Zeno/Zen, with Anita as a Part Time worker. Here you can buy equipment, which goes in the Armor/Weapon slots. You’re free to buy anything here, but I highly recommend buying a Dagger and Leather armor, especially if you’re not confident in “Rushing” strategies. Don’t worry! I’ll cover adventuring as a whole in a future post, maybe multiple

The Tailor is run by Maura, who sells clothes. The variety isn’t particularly extravagant, but this is where you’ll find the seasonal clothes. As well, the Cotton Dress is only 500g: you’ll always be able to afford it for the harvest festival if you’re not in debt. Otherwise, there’s not many tips I can give here, other than pick the clothes you find cute— though you can wear most of these only when you’re at least 13, sometimes older.

The Restaurant is ran by one Chef Balbon, and sometimes his part timer Marcia/Marthia. Here, you’ll find food that’ll lower your stress (or raise Stamina!) and raise your weight. Here’s a fun fact! The food is free if you don’t have the money— you’ll just have to spend your first month block working at the kitchen for free. Regardless of if you pay or not, you can only eat here once per month.

The Item/Pawn Shop is run by Shalom alongside his part time assistant Wendy. Here you can buy a few so-so items (which also serve as birthday gifts for when the day comes: you’ll have to buy from the first four items on the list), as well as a Healing Pill and Grenade for errantry. Unique to this shop, you’re able to sell items, though I’d be wary on selling anything that’s “Royal”.

The Church may ring some bells to history buffs— Sister Lee will ask you to donate 100g. Accept, and you’ll lose 10 sin! That’s its entire purpose. This can be used should you rack up far too many on a murder spree and not want to dedicate the time to church work, though it does feel rather humorous in its execution.

Lastly, is the Hospital/Clinic, with Doctor Lombardini asking if you’re sick, and if you are, charging a fee for an examination. When you pay the fee, you’ll lose stress up to one less than your stamina— which means if you don’t gain any more stress (ie- resting), you’ll recover by next month. Really unnecessary unless you’re high up on stress.

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CASTLE: Basically, a way to gain reputation, a lot of it if you know how to work it. First of all, the key stat here is Decorum, raised by Protocol Classes. Let’s get started, rapid fire motion!!

The Palace Guard/Gatekeeper will be your first stop, needing 10 decorum to speak properly (almost every birthday will start you with 10 decorum). His preferred stat is Refinement. Every 5 points in refinement is worth one point for Personal Connections (hereinafter referred to as just “Connections”). You can gain up to 15 points per visit this way, and 40 total.

Next is the Royal Knight/Imperial Guard Knight, who needs 30 decorum. His preferred stat is Refinement. Every 8 points of Refinement is worth one point for your connections. You can get up to 25 points per visit this way, and 50 total. Did you notice the text was identical? This guy isn’t very special. But since you’re raising elegance anyways, it’s worth a visit.

After that comes the General, who needs 50 decorum. His preferred stat is Glamour. And every 5 points of Glamour will be worth a point for your connection stat. You can max out your visit at 50 points for connection, and 120 total for the guy overall. If you’re raising Glamour, which you likely are if you’re raising your decorum, it’s worth checking him out, at least until you max at 50.

Making it to 70 Decorum lets you speak with the Minister of State. His preferred stat is Intelligence. Aside from the usual, that being that every 10 points is worth a connection point, up to 60 a visit for a maximum of 100, your connection to him specifically can net you bonuses at the Dance Party— specifically, a score boost. This is fun if you are a dirty cheater!

If you’re still raising your decorum, at 80 you’ll have the manners to speak to the Archbishop. His preferred stat is Faith. Like the Minister of State, 10 points is one connection point, and a visit will max at 60, but his overall max is 120. You’ll want to raise Faith anyways, so it won’t hurt to visit the old man.

Getting tired? Great! So is our next stop— at 85 decorum, you’ll speak to the King’s favorite #2, the Royal Concubine/Favorite Mistress. Her preferred stat is Conversation/Speech/Eloquence. Yes, that’s right! A stat with three names!! Eloquence is the Regeneration name. Anyways, every 10 points of Eloquence will equate to 1 point for connections, up to a maximum of… 10 per visit. Her total maximum is 120, but considering you only get this stat at the Bar, I wouldn’t bother.

Now to the King’s favorite #1, the Queen! She’d love to invite you for tea if you have 90 decorum. Her preferred stat is Temperament/Personal./Temper. Much like #2, the same rules apply, 10 points = 1 point, 10 maximum per visit. She’ll raise your connections by 160 points total. This one is even more worthless, as it’s gained by doing housework (arguably easier), but there’s no other reason to raise Temper. What a fraud.

At 95 decorum, we’ll have the Bowing Skills to bow our way to the King. You may think otherwise, but his preferred stat is, strangely enough, Fight Rep. Every 10 points will go to your connection stat, but here’s where it gets interesting— the King has no limit per visit! For the crazies who raise it up to a maximum, the King will gladly give 99 points to your connections. His true maximum is 300, but Fighters Reputation is fairly easy to raise, and you’ll definitely be able to make use of his benefits.

So, what do connections do? Why, palace discounts of course! If you raise them high enough, you’ll get marked down prices! These apply even if she’s buying rogue, so it’s nice to have. Personal connections don’t go away, either! Well, unless you happen to sell that “Royal” thing.

Now, the Jester/Clown is unique— he doesn’t really care for decorum, and speaking to him will lower your social reputation by 15. What he does want is someone to talk to, and that Eloquence stat will come in handy. He’ll also raise your sensitivity by 15. If you keep talking to him, you may even be on the path for that 4th Art-based Ending. If you, of course, are feeling whimsical.

And to defy all odds, the Young Military Officer does… well, nothing. He doesn’t have any preference, he doesn’t require decorum, and he doesn’t impact your stats in any way. Well, not any way that you can see. He’s only available on January 31st, and if you keep your promises, he’s the ticket to becoming a Princess.

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ITEM: A screen where you can see your inventory. Many items in this game are passive, they’ll have their effect when just held in your inventory. Exceptions include clothes (which are to be clicked on to be worn- then granting their bonuses), Equipment (can be clicked to add to weapon/armor slot, then their effects are in, uh, effect), and consumables (like the Ancient Milk and the Breast Pill). Some items are to be traded away, however. Usually, they are to be traded in errantry.

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SYS: The save menu. You save your game. You load your game. You leave your game. That is. Uhm. All.

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SCHEDULE: Leads to the scheduling screen, of which, we’ll talk about… next time!! I’d like you tune in for that, ok?

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