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deanwritings · 24 days

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The Guest House - Chapter 9

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

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Word Count: 3,474

A/N: I can't tell you how much I appreciate everyone's kind words and support these last few weeks. It was a very tough time but I've finally given myself time to rest and recover and starting to feel better again. I'm so happy to be back at this story and hope you all enjoy 🩵🩷

“I WHAT?” You stammer as Dean leans back, out of your space, still grinning.

After you had told him about your dream car, he had texted Rick, asking him if he would bring the ‘73 Mustang along for you to drive while he worked on Rick’s show cars. He initially was going to leave you at home with his mom, but thought you would enjoy this a lot more.

Plus, Rick loved showing off and racing his collection–the ones he didn’t plan to put up for auction–so he was more than happy to oblige.

“Hey, Dean!”

Speak of the gray-haired devel.

Dean turns to see Rick jogging from the garages, his arm outstretched above him as Dean waves back.

A few seconds later, Rick steps into the circle you and Dean had created, his hands on his hips as he catches his breath.

“Y/N,” Dean points towards the newcomer. “This is Rick. Rick, Y/N.” Rick reaches out his hand and you take it, giving it a firm shake as Dean raises an eyebrow.

“Nice to meet you,” you greet Rick with a smile as you drop his hand.

“You as well.” Rick returns. “Heard you had an interest in Mustangs.”

Dean’s eyes dart to you, his smile growing as the color rushes to your cheeks before you sneak a glance at him.

“Really just one Mustang.” You admit, your attention back to Rick. “My dad tried to get me a ‘74 for my first car but my mom shot that down pretty quick.”

“Ah,” Rick snaps. “That’s too bad. Beautiful machine.” And you nod in agreement.

“Well,” Rick’s hand lands heavy on Dean’s shoulder. “Dean here has some work to get to for me, but while he works, you and I will play.” Your lips pop open at Rick’s words and you suck in a breath as you quickly turn to Dean, panic in your Y/E/C eyes as your gaze darts across his face. Dean can’t stop the smirk that appears as you look up to him to save you.

“He’s harmless, I promise.” Dean assures you with a wink, his hand coming to rest on your upper arm. The color returns to your cheeks, and Dean’s smirk relaxes, just one corner of his lip raised as his heartbeat slows.

Fuck. He drops his hand away from you and straightens out as he clears his throat. Touching you while you were looking up at him like that, through your thick lashes, was a bad idea. And he takes a step away.

“Well, I’ll leave you kids to it.” Dean turns, walking backwards to keep his eyes on you and Rick. And you. “Have fun.”

This time, he fully turns, away from you as he hears Rick starting his spiel about Mustangs and how they were first introduced to the public at the World’s Fair in 1964 and since then, it’s been one of the most desired cars of our time.

Dean smirks. He’s heard this history lesson more times than he would have cared to, but Rick’s a good guy, who pays well. Really well. Just for today's work, he was going to take home $6K, which was definitely over market value for Dean’s work, but Rick liked and trusted Dean, and for a man where $6K was nothing, he was more than happy to pay extra to keep Dean around.

Dean steps into the garage, welcomed by Rick’s Datsun 240Z, Pontiac Firebird, and of course, Rick’s pride and joy, his 1969 Corvette Stingray. The first two were going up for auction tomorrow, while the Stingray was just here for a general checkup.

Despite the beautiful cars in front of him, his eyes are drawn a few stalls down, where she’s waiting for him.

That sense of excitement and pride bubbles up in his chest whenever he lays his eyes on her. But she would have to wait for now.

Tearing his eyes away, Dean claps his hands together and gives them a rub.

“Let’s get to work.”

Your heart is pounding in the best way possible as Rick crosses the finish line for the seventh time. This is the most alive you’ve felt in a long time.

He had expertly raced you through the course, taking every curve so smoothly, you barely slipped across the benched, leather seat. When the speedometer first hit 120MPH, your eyes widened and you suddenly realized you were sitting in a steel deathtrap, going at a speed that would surely kill you if you were to crash, with a man you had met only two minutes prior.

It was insanity. But here you were, loving every moment of it.

“Whatcha say? Wanna take a ride in the driver’s seat?” Rick turns in his seat once the car slows to a stop.

You take a deep breath, calming your racing heart.

“God I wish.” You’re practically breathless. “But I never learned how to drive stick.” Rick snaps for the second time today.

“Well that’s a damn shame.” The older man shakes his head, his unstyled hair following the movement. “I would offer to teach you, but this isn’t quite the type of car you learn on.” He smiles while he pats the dashboard affectionately.

You swat your hand through the air.

“Oh don’t even worry about it.” You were glad he didn’t offer to teach you. You would have been terrified of learning on such a beautiful car. You would probably find a way to crash it or ruin it. And you didn’t have the funds to fix a classic car at the moment.

“But thank you for taking me. That was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done.” And it was true. The last time you had done anything this crazy was when you were in college, and did the Sky Coaster with Sydney while on spring break in Myrtle Beach. The two of you squeezed each other’s hands as you laid in the harness as you swung almost 200 feet in the air over the boardwalk. Since then, it’s been calculated and controlled decisions as you focused on growing your career above all else.

Without another word, Rick steps out of the car, and you follow.

“So what brings you up to Bolton?” Rick rests against the hood of the car, looking across at you. “Besides Dean?” He smirks. Something tells you he’s fishing, but unfortunately for him, the pond is empty.

“Well, I’m only here because of Dean, but I live in the city and recently quit my job so I decided to take a little vacation before I jumped back into the rat race. I’m renting out Dean’s guest house.” Rick wrinkles his nose and looks away.

“Dean’s renting? Can’t imagine he’s liking that too much.” Rick snaps his cobalt gaze back to you, holding up a hand. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you smirk. “He wasn’t the most gracious host when we first met,” you chuckle at the memory of Dean storming you with a gun as you had lounged in the hot tub. “But we’re getting there.” Rick just shakes his head, looking like he has a comment on the tip of his tongue, but bites it back.

“Well, I’m glad Dean brought you along today.” Rick taps the hood of the car before stepping around towards the front, and you follow. “Always nice to meet a new face.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” You smile up toward Rick as you walk in tandem towards the garages Dean had disappeared to before Rick whisked you away in your dream car.

“I hope you’ll be joining us at the auction tomorrow?” Rick glances down towards you, and you nod.

“I’ll probably be the most useless person there, but I will be there.” You chuckle, and Rick joins in with you.

“Don’t sell yourself short.” Rick steps in front of you as you approach the door. “Besides, I’d love to introduce you to my wife, Addie. She’ll be so happy to have someone else who knows nothing about cars.” He pulls the door open for you. “She says Dean and I are incorrigible at these things.” He shoots you a wink and you smile and give him your thanks as you step inside.

The garage is set up similar to a classic mechanics’ shop, several work stalls running down the lengthy hall, each with a car quietly parked within them, but everything in the rectangular space screams modernity. Before each stall is a glass garage door, framed in shining black chrome. Lifts glisten in their near-pristine condition, whether because they’re new or because they’re so well kept. The floors are a polished cement, the wall color made to match.

It was definitely designed by someone with a lot of money.

You glance over your shoulder at Rick.

“You don’t happen to own this racetrack, do you?” You pose the question, the lightbulb having gone off in your head as you take in the gleaming workspace and the proud man smiling behind you.

“Bought it about a decade ago.” Rick rests his hands on his jean-clad hips. “Was a lifelong dream of mine. I grew up a few towns over and my dad used to take me here all the time growing up. He was a car guy too.” Rick motions to a couch along the side wall and you take a seat.

“It had shut down back in 2009 when the original owners couldn’t keep up with the payments anymore after the economy crashed.” Rick settles next to you at a comfortable distance. “I was living in the city at the time and had no idea it was on the market. I was in the area for work and decided to take a detour to visit for old time’s sake and was shocked to find it was shut down. I was getting ready to retire, and Addie had been trying to help me find a retirement project so I wouldn’t drive her crazy,” he chuckles. “This wasn’t what she had in mind, but it gets me out of the house, which is what she wanted, so I tell her she can’t complain.” You laugh softly with him, wondering briefly what Addie looked like. Though if she would be at the auction tomorrow, you would get your answer soon enough.

“Well it seems to be working for you. If you’re this happy coming here everyday, you’ve clearly done something right.” Rick hums and dips his head.

“You’ve got that right. I used to manage wealth portfolios for almost 30 years. I liked it, liked how important and successful it made me, but I wouldn’t say it ever made me happy.” His smile fades off. “Not like this place.” His eyes leave yours and he looks around the space.

“And the only way I’m ever leaving here is in a body bag.” He turns back to you, a smirk reappearing. “I already told Addie to bury me here when I die.”

The absurdity of his comment catches you off guard, and you burst out with a laugh, but it doesn’t drown out his words, especially when the ring inside you like a damn war bell.

Even on the best days, you wouldn’t say your job made you happy. Like Rick, your success was what drove you; being promoted and recognized for your work was your greatest focus, and happiness wasn’t something you ever considered. Your work was interesting to you, and a challenge at times, and that had been enough.

But maybe it was something to consider with your next job: what would you actually be happy doing?

Before you can think on it further, a frosted glass door pushes open from the back wall, and out steps Dean, wiping his hands on a rag before shoving it into his newly adorned, black coveralls with a LRR emblem on his left chest, with his name scripted underneath.

“Well look who's back,” his smile widens as he catches sight of us on the couch. “Thought he would have had you out there taking a few spins on the track yourself.” Dean points out one of the garage doors towards the track.

“Turns out Y/N here can’t drive manual.” Rick gives you a few pats on your shoulder, almost like he was comforting you on the fact that you couldn’t drive an outdated system.

Dean’s lips tick upward.

“Well color me shocked,” he drawls, not a hint of surprise in his words as he smiles down at you, his green eyes glistening.

Stupid, handsome prick.

If Rick wasn’t sitting right next to you, you’d probably would have flipped him off.

“Hilarious,” you deadpan instead, opting for the more civil route.

“How are the cars looking?” Rick stands, moseying over to the car parked in the closest stall, a shimmering moss green classic beauty with a sloping front hood and concave headlights.

Dean’s eyes linger on you, something stirring within you as he watches, before he turns away, approaching the same car and stepping on the opposite side of where Rick stands, assessing with crossed arms and a leaning posture.

You hadn’t noticed until Dean looked away, but you had stopped breathing. Your heart palpating in your chest desperately reminding you to take a breath.

You huff heavily, letting the ache in your chest ease. The sound seems to catch Dean’s attention for just a split second before he continues on with his report, and you’re grateful his gaze didn’t hold you again.

The two men chat for a minute before Rick walks over to Dean and shakes his hand, giving him a firm pat before breaking away.

You stand as Rick approaches you, his arm outstretched towards you.

“Great meeting you, Y/N. Looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow.” Rick gives you a genuine smile with a firm handshake.

“You too,” you fully return. “And I’m looking forward to meeting Addie.” Rick’s smile grows wider at her name.

“She’ll be happy to have a friend tomorrow.”

It only takes another moment for him to disappear out the front door, leaving you and Dean alone in the garage.

You look over to Dean, who is watching you with a relaxed smile, waiting for you to make the next move.

You shove your hands into your back pockets and rock on your heels.

“Sooo,” you start, your teeth catching your lip on the last letter as you try to cut through the silence. “Are you done?”

Dean breathes out a laugh and looks down.

“Not yet,” he looks back at you, holding your attention. “I just need to check out the Pontiac,” he throws a thumb over his shoulder to a sienna machine with a giant eagle emblem spread across the entirety of the hood. “Which shouldn’t take long, and then give his Stingray a tune up. Shouldn’t be more than an hour.”

You step away from the couch, heading towards the Pontiac and grimace at the tawdry design sprawled across the otherwise pristine classic car.

“People actually like this?” You point to the logo that looks very similar to Journey’s crest. Dean laughs and steps up next to you.

“Believe it or not, a similar one went up to auction two years ago and sold for $220,000.” You whip your head towards him, your mouth hanging wide.

“You’re kidding.” You gape, looking back to the very eighties looking car in front of you. Sure, it was in good shape, and obviously people had an interest in this type of stuff, but to spend that much money on a car, a car that was really only fourty or so years old, hardly seemed worth it to you.

Dean steps away from you, grabbing a tool box from the last station and setting it up next to this car.

“This one won’t go for that, it’s not as rare, but if it sells tomorrow, which it should, Rick will probably get around $100,000 for it.”

“Jesus.”

Dean just smiles as he sets up his station, pressing a button by the garage door, sending the car slowly into the air, just a couple of feet, before coming to a stop.

Dean walks back over to the first station, kicking over a some sort of roller, that you assume he uses to get underneath the cars.

As he walks past you, you can’t help but admire the broad shoulders under the fitted coveralls, the way the fabric stretches rather deliciouslily over arms that you were suddenly very interested in.

“Any chance you know much about tools?” His deep voice rumbles through you as he turns to look at you with curious eyes.

“I know the basics.” You admit, stepping out of his gaze. You may be a renter, but you had your own mini toolbox for some decoration projects or when you needed something simple done and didn’t want to bother your landlord. You were all for independence when the moment called for it.

“That’ll work.” Dean grins as he squats down onto the roller, his thighs pressing tight against his work pants. Your heart flutters again.

He pulls a headlamp from his pocket and positions it on top of his forehead before he lays himself flat, one hand grasping onto the front bumper.

His words finally catch up with you.

“Wait,” he starts to push himself under, but quickly catches himself at your words. “What do you mean?”

He smirks. The smirk that makes your heart beat in a different way. In a way that makes you want to punch him.

“You’re going to be my assistant.” You laugh dryly.

“I’m sorry, have you forgotten that I know nothing about cars?” Your hands flair with your words. “I am not touching any of those.” You point to the car in front of you. “I’ll probably break them.”

“I’m aware of that.” He annoyingly agrees with you, and you glare down at him. “I just need you to hand me some tools while I’m down here. It will make everything move much faster.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, ‘oh.’ Like I would ever let you work on one of these.” He mumbles, though still loud enough for you to hear before he disappears under the car, a light suddenly illuminating from the undercarriage.

You walk towards the toolbox, making sure to accidentally kick his exposed work boot on your way. He grumbles something at the contact, but the words are lost with the rest of his body under the car.

You open up the toolbox, a multi-level contraption, and see some familiar instruments, and others that were completely new to you.

“Think you can handle getting me a 9/16 wrench?” He yells out to you. Your eyes scan the box, finding the wrenches and reading each handle until you see the size he asked for. You pick it up, but an idea hits you.

You walk over to the car and lean down, reaching under to give him the tool.

You smile as you hear him cuss and then the light goes out before he slides himself out from the car, pushing himself upright. This time sans headlight.

“Everything okay?” You ask with fake concern.

“Fine,” he responds politely and makes his way to the toolbox with the wire cutters you had handed him. His hand grazes over the container, landing at the wrenches, his brow furrowing when he notices the empty space where the wrench he requested should be.

“Looking for this?” You hold up the wrench and give it a little wiggle. He turns towards you, his face falling as he notices the tool.

“And you gave me the wire cutters, why?” He huffs, dropping the wrong tool unceremoniously into the box as he walks over to you.

You hold his gaze, even as it makes your throat dry as he towers over you.

“You didn’t say please.” You see the light flash in his eyes, his lips twitching up as he leans in, so close you involuntarily stand up straighter, his warm breath fanning over you as he refuses to break his stare. He holds your gaze for a moment. Then two. Before he leans to your right, his lips so close, you can practically feel them against your ear.

“Please,” he whispers, sending goosebumps chasing down your skin as your arm drops heavily to your side.

He pulls back, still smiling as those damned viridescent eyes seem to own you.

His hand then brushes against yours, and before you can react, he plucks the wrench from your grasp and leans away, that satisfied, smug smirk brightening his face.

“Thanks,” he fucking winks at you before finally stepping away and dropping back down onto the roller and disappearing underneath the car.

It’s only then you can breathe again, and with your first breath you mumble, “bastard.”

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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If the kids were teens during this. This would’ve been their group chat today.

EZ : Why are the old men at our school?

Mia : Huh?

Cassie : I’m just trying to get to class. I just see my dad with his camera 🎥 up in the air.

Mia : Why do they look scared? 😭

EZ : THEY JUST WALKED INTO MY CLASS WTF

Cassie : What are they even doing?

EZ : He thinks he’s doing something.

Mia : STOP 😭😭😭

EZ : He’s acting like he knows what he’s doing 💀💀 These old asses weren’t popular in their time, they have to come ruin ours???

Cassie : Cheesy you have bad luck, out of all the classes, they end up at yours.

Mia : Not someone yelling and coming up to me saying “Mia your daddy is here.” And winking 🤮 🤢

Cassie : I just spotted Neelam, her and her big bag 😭😭😭😭😭

EZ : Cass, the teachers were flirting with Tio Urb.

Cassie : 🙄 🥱

Mia : SEND HELP

Mia : PLEASE WHYYY??? Look at what I just saw when I was going to the restroom.

EZ : He’s acting like a groupie. He need to go home.

Mia : Bye, dad just said he was gonna bail me out for the day.

Cassie : Same, my dad texted me telling me to meet him at the front.

EZ : Wait what?

EZ : What about me?

Cassie : 👀

EZ : TELL THEM I WANT TO LEAVE TOO.

EZ : What did they say?

EZ : Mia…..

EZ : Cass???

EZ : SOMEONE ANSWER ME!!! I’M TRYING TO LEAVE!!!!!!

*Mia & Cassie have left the chat*

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This was only for fun!!!! I loved all the school pictures of today!!!!! & if you know my made up kids, you know they’ll be trolling about it.

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macfrog · 24 days

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hi long time admirer here ✨ and I’m hoping to spread a little love around today (it is someone’s birthday after all — so you might see others answering this)!

I am a big fan of people enjoying cake and celebrating, and sometimes cake can be just tooting your own horn 💁‍♀️ so with that in mind, I’d love to know what THREE pieces of work you’re super proud of that you’d recommend others reading, and why 🍰

hello, jo! what a lovely message to receive - this is such a sweet idea! you are always so kind and encouraging to other writers on here. i'm so honored! x

i am quite terrible at bigging up my own work, but from the lil collection i’ve penned whilst on here, three of my top picks would be:

wish you were here is only a baby one shot but it was so comforting to write. jackson!joel is my favorite joel, and i just love the idea of curling up with him at the end of the world, singing songs and drinking hot chocolate. it felt very safe and warm and i loved indulging in that side of him.

sweet child o' mine has to be up there. it felt like such an ambitious idea at first, but it charmed me so quickly and became one of the most endearing stories i've had the pleasure of telling. the subject matter isn’t for everyone, but if you don’t mind it, then it's just a great time. it’s fun, it's heartwarming, and it's joel in his purest form: dad.

san angelo is the closest i've written fic to canon and i had the time of my life with it. it very rapidly became my favorite thing i’ve ever written on here. it was so much fun slotting everything into the tlou timeline and watching these characters bloom before my eyes. i was just instantly swept off by them and their story, and then they emotionally destroyed me. so there's that lol

wow this was so fun! it was so nice to think about why i love writing fic so much. thank you for involving me, my lovely 🩵

#honorable mention to sof8 which never leaves my mind not for one gd second #chats w max #undercoverpena-fics

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nicoline1998enilocin · 5 months

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Surprise, surprise!

Pairing | Boyfriend!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Mom!Fem!Reader

Word count | 1.3K

Summary | Your second anniversary is coming up, and Tony is planning to surprise you with the sweetest gift. He organizes a photo shoot with the twins; once you see the result, it is impossible not to tear up. From that moment on, you know you'll spend the rest of your life with this man.

Warning(s) | None.

A/n | This fic is 100% inspired by this photo of Robert with little Indio, and I absolutely couldn't resist writing a fic based on it! I want to give my endless thank you and praise to @ccbsrmsf1 for sending the photo, as well as providing the GIF and proofreading this one! You're the best 🩵

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

A few weeks ago, Tony arranged a photo shoot with the twins so that he could make the perfect anniversary gift for you. Today is the day it will take place, and even though you're very curious about where he's going, he won't tell you.

''Are you sure you have to take the twins? I mean, I can take care of them at home, so you can have your hands free,'' you offer, but he shakes his head with a smile.

''I'm sure, Sunshine, you can have an afternoon all to yourself. You can take a relaxing bath, put on a face mask, read one of your books, drink a glass of wine,'' he whispers in your ear, and you hum contently.

You cannot think of the last time you had a nice glass of wine, so you treat yourself to one in the bath this afternoon. You have been craving it for a while and will enjoy every last drop of that glass.

Tony is dressed in a black and brown outfit, which suits him perfectly, and he has been growing out his hair for a role, making him irresistible to you at this point. Where you couldn't keep your hands off him before, it's impossible now.

''Have fun with the Munchkins, My Love,'' you tell Tony, and he thanks you before leaning down to capture your lips with his, and you can't help but taste a little cherry chapstick as you pull away.

''Stop stealing my lip balm, Stark,'' you say teasingly, and he chuckles in response.

''Never!''

You give Hudson and Orion a soft kiss on their cheeks before saying your goodbyes to both of them and Tony, and you close the door behind him as he's holding both twins in one of their carriers.

With a little content sigh, you close the door, and as soon as the lock falls into place, you do a little happy dance before running off to the large bathroom to get ready for your bath.

Moments like these are rare, and you've already planned on making the most out of it, your book already waiting on your nightstand. When you find yourself in the bathroom, Tony has already planned it for you.

On the corner of the bath is a little basket, and inside is a new book you've been dying to read for ages, a face mask, a bath bomb with a peppermint scent, and, to finish it all off, a candle that you can light as you're in the tub.

As you walk up to it, you see a little note in there, which also makes your heart melt.

''You deserve to treat yourself a little, Sunshine. After everything you do for me and the twins, you can have a relaxing bath to ease your mind. We love you and will see you once we get home.''

~ Tony, Hudson, and Orion ~

You tear up a little as you read the note and clutch it to your chest. God, you're so lucky to have all three of them in your life.

The bath is drawn quickly, and the bath bomb spreads a beautiful scent through the entire room, together with a candle that also has a peppermint smell.

The facemask is spread on your face, and you're relaxing in the warm water, letting it engulf you up to your shoulders, and your book is almost a quarter of the way done when you decide to get out finally.

Your glass of wine was entirely forgotten once you opened your book, but there would be enough time to enjoy one as you settle on the couch.

You've put on a comfy outfit to lounge around in, and your hair is airdrying today. Your glasses are perched high on your nose, and you have your wineglass in one hand and your book in the other.

By the time Tony and the twins come home, you're almost halfway done, and you don't notice they're back until you feel the couch dip beside you and your loving boyfriend is looking at you with pure love in his big, deep brown eyes.

''How was your afternoon, Sunshine?'' he says as you put the bookmark between the pages of your book and lay it beside you so you can give him a proper welcome.

''Where are the twins?'' you ask curiously as you pull away from the kisses he's peppering all over your face, the cherry chapstick lingering on his lips.

''I put them in bed when I came home. You looked so peaceful I figured I'd let you read a little more until they were in their cribs,'' he says, and your heart skips a beat.

''Thank you, Tony, that means a lot. But now that they're down for their naps, I think I might have the perfect way to kill some time,'' you say as you straddle his lap, and the smirk on his face is unmistakable.

Your hands find their way into his long, curly hair, and you pull on it so his head falls back, leaving his neck exposed for you to give some beautiful bites and love marks.

A few weeks have passed, and today is your second anniversary with Tony, but the first with your beautiful son and daughter. Tony has woken you up by burying himself between your thighs, and now it's time to get up and get ready for your day.

''How about you get comfortable on the couch to feed the twins? I have a little surprise for you, but I want you to be sitting down, alright?'' he says, and you nod.

You pull on a pair of cotton panties and one of Tony's button-up shirts since it smells like him and it is very easy with breastfeeding. The twins are dressed in pajamas and hats as Tony carries them downstairs.

''Alright, here's little Hudson for you, Sunshine; he's a little crabby this morning, so he's probably hungry,'' he says as you take him, and it's almost as if the sun parts the clouds, and he's his happy self again.

''Crabby, you say?'' you ask Tony with a smile, and the glare Tony shoots your way has you laughing loudly.

Hudson latched on and started drinking happily, and Tony went to grab the present for your anniversary, almost getting impatient as he was waiting for you to see it.

''It arrived yesterday, so I sadly didn't have time to wrap it, but I hope you will still enjoy it. Happy anniversary, Sunshine,'' he tells you as he holds the large frame with three photos.

In the photo on the left, Tony sits on the floor with little Orion cradled to his chest, a big bow on her head, and her eyes closed. She's wrapped in a blanket that matches Tony's jacket, and he's looking at her with pure adoration.

On the right one, it's Tony with little Hudson, who's wearing a little grey hat and wrapped in a blanket that makes him look adorable, and he's turned to the camera in Tony's arms so you can see his chubby cheeks.

In the middle photo, they're each lying on one of his arms, and he's standing proud with them in his arms, showing off his little matching Munchkins to the camera. He's smiling wide, and you can't help but cry as you watch the photos.

''They're- I-'' is all you can get out before you let out a sob, and Tony puts down the frame before sitting next to you, carefully holding Orion as he comforts you.

You don't notice any writing at first, but when you see Tony's handwriting, the words make you cry even harder.

''We're proud to have you as our Mommy and girlfriend/fiancée/wife!''

''It's perfect...'' you say softly, looking at the text at the bottom of the frame, making you smile wide. You know you'll never let this man go at this moment. He'll be stuck with you forever.

#tony stark #young tony stark #no powers au #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fanfic #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark x female!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark fluff #young tony stark fanfiction #young tony stark fanfic #young tony stark one shot #young tony stark imagine #young tony stark x female reader #young tony stark x reader #young tony stark fluff

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queenimmadolla · 10 months

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for your summer thoughts, harrington has ‘penny pool parties’ where he invites everyone over on sunday mornings and everyone encourages penny to learn to swim and to jump in.

penny is absolutely ecstatic because all of her favourite people are in the water, encouraging her to jump in and when she does they all cheer and clap, she has little pink armbands on and does that doggy paddle to the side where eddie lifts her out and she runs over to you and baby wayne to tell him how she’s so brave and that she will teach him how to swim when he’s older 🥺

This? This 👆🏽, right here? Has my whole heart.

It really does take a village, and while you and Eddie primarily have the reins, the help of your friends is something you’ll never turn down, especially because of how much they love you and Eddie and how much they love Penny.

I can already feel the sun on my skin, hear the splashing and many shouts of encouragement every time penny is in the water. Jonathan is outside the pool, camcorder in his dry hand to capture this monumental moment—the rest of him is still wet and drying off, he’d hastily scrambled out of the pool when penny announced she was going to jump in on her own, instead of in the arms of her dad, aunts or uncles. When she jumps in for the first time, Eddie’s waiting in the water nearby to scoop her up should she not rise fast enough, there’s nothing but cheers, clapping and chants of your daughter’s name which grow louder when she pops out of the water and she is just so happy as she puppy paddles around with little look at me!s. Pink water wings support her and little pink goggles are over her big brown eyes as she basks in everyone’s love, attention and support and eddie could just cry watching her. You watch from one of the chairs, clapping baby Wayne’s hands—growing chunkier and chunkier with baby fat everyday—together in support of his big sister and cheer her on. But Penny has to make sure you saw her, slowly paddles her way to where her dad is grinning, asking him to carry her out (because it would take her forever to paddle her way out and she doesn’t want to touch the hot ground) so that’s what Eddie does. You trade off with him—Penny for Wayne and Wayne for Penny─and as you’re towel drying her off she’s just happily and excitedly rambling, despite her chattering teeth at the sudden change of temperature her body is going through

D-d-d-id yo-ou see m-m-me ma-ma?

I-I jump-ed in!

And once you confirm for her that you did see her, and you saw she did it all by herself, she starts glowing. With penny wrapped up at your side, Eddie hands you Wayne again and Penny immediately lets her baby brother know that since she got it down so fast, she’ll help him as soon as mommy and daddy say he can go in the pool; she’ll teach him how to paddle, hold his breath, kick off of walls and how to jump in! And it’s very important not to drink the water even though it tastes good.

You and Eddie trade looks after that comment because she’s been scolded several times today about doing exactly that 😂

I love them so much, thank you for sharing this with me and everyone! 🥹🩵

#$ replies #pennyverse #pennyverse asks #pennyverse headcanons #dad!eddie munson #girl dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #dilf!eddie munson #littlepotatobeansworld🥔💗#Eddie munson blurb

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sarahsmi13s · 4 months

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VINNY! CONGRATS ON 500! 🎉🎉

Could I request for both Iceman and Bradley snow/their first snow/ white Christmas?

- Much Love from the Fandom F.A.K! 🩵🎉

heeey mal!! thank you for celebrating with me!!🥰

|| dreams do come true ||

i'm dreaming of a white christmas

One thing Bradley missed from his childhood was the wonder of Christmas. The innocence of waking up to seeing the cookies gone and the milk drank. Even after the death of his father, Carole did her best to make sure Bradley had the Christmas he deserved. One thing she did was tell him that when snow fell in the winter, is was Goose letting them know he was with them and was sending it so Bradley could still build a snowman with his daddy. Of course, as Bradley got older he grew out of Santa and he knew that snow wasn't really sent from his dad. But he still liked to think it was. And when he finally mustered up the courage to go back to Virginia, he made sure to visit his parents grave. It had been too long and he wanted you to meet them - even if it was just talking to air. So, on Christmas Day, you and Bradley left the AirBnB and went to the cemetary. As you sat and talked, having a "Christmas picnic" with his parents, snow started to flurry down. You couldn't help but giggle, looking up at the sky with a big grin. But Bradley was taking you in, watching the snow collect on your hair as you smiled. He finally followed your lead and looked at the sky, muttering softly to himself. "Hey Dad, hey Mom..."

thank you again for celebrating with me mal! i hope you like it! love ya! (i know i said it would be tomorrow buuuut i thought i would give you a surprise today)

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

#vinny's moodboard multiverse #vinny creates #500 follower celebration #moodboard celebration #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #dreams do come true #dakotakazansky <33 #sarahsmi13s

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f1uckinghell · 10 months

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Mini Summer VV Event, Part 1 🩵

I have several oneshots for the event prepared, and I will drop them throughout the week I've decided! Remember: the event has been extended until the 22nd of July!

Enjoy!

Maxiel parenting//angst with a happy ending//tw: mentions of violence

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Max lets out a slow breath when the screen of his phone says “school”. Again.

“Good morning, this is Ms. Bailey.” She doesn't sound urgent, so nobody is hurt. Probably.

“Good morning, Ms. Bailey,” Max says, leaning against the counter, rolling his eyes to the heavens. “Which one is it?”

By now he should be on a first name basis with her, to be honest.

“I'm afraid it's Flynn,” she sighs, and the “again” is implied.

Max narrowly bites back an exasperated “fuck”. “What happened?”

“He got into another fight,” Ms. Bailey says, her voice neutral, “With the same boy from his parallel class again. During homeroom.”

“Anyone seriously hurt?” Max asks. There is a stain on the sink opposite of him that needs cleaning.

“No, no, a teacher pulled them apart, thankfully. Before anyone could get hurt. But you know how it is, I have to inform you-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Max replies. He's a pro at this by now. “We'll talk to him later. My husband is coming to pick the kids up today, if you want to talk to him-”

“It's really not necessary,” Ms Bailey tells him. She sounds as routined at this as he is. With so many mid-puberty alpha students, Max wonders how many of these calls she has to make weekly. “Just make sure you talk to him… you know we have a very tolerant policy around here, but Flynn’s been getting into so many fights lately that I'm concerned he might get suspended at some point.”

“Yeah, of course.” Max pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sorry. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Ms Bailey echoes.

“Ugh, fuck,” is the first thing Max says after hanging up.

Teenage alphas get into fights, it's normal and somewhat expected. They're full of hormones, they're trying to find their own identity, they're starting to feel territorial and they have a lack of self-control. But lately, at least once a week, Max gets one of these calls.

Isabel was never like this; she did get into her fair share of fights and tussles, but they very rarely ended with calls home from school.

But Flynn…

He's not a violent kid, at least not at home. He's gentle, actually, with all of the animals which he loves so much, with little Jasper, with his siblings and packlings (mostly) and with them; lets Luna braid his hair and lets Jasper use him as a climbing gym. Sometimes he's still just like a little boy and wants cuddles and to sleep with his head in Max's lap or for Daniel to spend time with him and tell him he's proud of him.

But ever since he's turned fourteen a year ago, he’s been coming home with split lips and black eyes and bloody knuckles at least once a week.

At first, Daniel reassured Max that it's normal, that young alphas just need to fight sometimes. But when it became more and more frequent, both of them started getting concerned.

When he told his mother about it, her expression softened. “...like your dad,” she said, regret heavy in her voice.

Max hates that thought. He doesn't want to be like his father, and he especially doesn't want his kids to be like Jos.

But it's undeniable. For as much as Flynn looks like Daniel, his broad frame and his face shape make it undeniable who his grandfather is.

Max takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Then he calls Daniel, and tells him what happened.

Flynn looks like a sad puppy, and Max already feels bad for the scolding he's about to receive.

They're sat around the dining room table, Daniel, Flynn and him. The doors are closed; Daniel shooed the other pups away when they tried to eavesdrop.

Daniel has his arms crossed, looking as strict as he can (which is, to be honest, not very strict). It's enough to make Flynn duck his head.

“Tell us what happened,” Daniel tells him.

“This is the third call in two weeks, Flynn,” Max adds softly.

Flynn sniffles and Max's heart almost breaks.

“I'm sorry,” he says, looking up at Max through his curls. “I didn't mean to get into another fight.”

“Then what happened?” Daniel urges, leaning forward. He doesn't sound unfriendly, just… well, like a Dad who needs to make sure his kid is okay. „The same boy again?! What’s your deal with him?“

Flynn sniffs, scrunching up his nose. Like I do, Max thinks.

“...he was being mean,” he eventually says.

“To you?” Max prompts. He wants to reach across the table and grab Flynn’s hand, he looks so miserable.

Flynn shakes his head. “No, to Jakob.”

Daniel and Max exchange a quick glance, heavy with meaning in a way only couples who have been together for a long time can.

“What did he do?” Daniel asks.

“Keeps saying he's weird and stupid,” Flynn grumbles, “And called him the r-word.”

Max looks at Daniel again, clenching his jaw. Daniel lets out a slow, controlled breath, meeting his eyes. They've been dealing with this for fifteen years now; it's just how things are when one of your kids is different. It never gets any less infuriating.

“So you hit him?” Daniel asks.

Flynn is staring at the tabletop, nodding. “I know I shouldn't, but… it just made me so… so mad!” Finally, he looks up, and there's a fire in his eyes. On the table, his fists are clenched. “Jakob isn't stupid or weird! He's the smartest person I know! …well, him and Luna. But the point is, he's not stupid!”

They can tell he's getting heated over this, and Max is so, so proud of him.

“Did you tell anyone what that boy said?” Daniel asks.

Flynn bites his lip and shakes his head. “...no, I didn't… I didn't want to get Jakob involved. He doesn't need to know someone… said that. And I didn’t want to get Evie involved, either.“ Evie, the only person even more protective over Jakob than Flynn.

Daniel and Max exchange a long glance, and then they both exhale simultaneously. Max can feel the tension fall away from his heart.

Flynn looks up at them, eyes darting between them in surprise as Daniel starts laughing and Max hurries around the table, wrapping his arms around him.

“You're so…!” Max holds him close, and Flynn, albeit confused, gives a sweet little pup-like whimper and cuddles close.

“Sorry, Mama,” he mumbles, voice muffled against Max's shoulder.

Daniel gives a friendly little growl, reaches between them and grabs Flynn by the scruff of his neck, in an affectionate way, the way he used to when Flynn was little and got too wild. „You’ll be the death of me at some point, boy.“

„Sorry, Daddy,“ Flynn says, but there’s a smile in his voice.

„It’s okay, champ.“ When Max has stepped away, Daniel ruffles Flynn’s hair. Then, his expression becomes more serious. „But you can’t solve all your problems with violence, yeah?“

Flynn ducks his head again, the sheepish expression back on his face. „Yes, Dad, I know… but sometimes I just get so… so mad when someone is being mean!“

Max is overcome with love for him. „You’ll learn to control it.“

„When?“ Flynn throws up his hands.

„Once you’ve presented,“ Dan tells him with a sorry little smile.

Flynn grumbles. „That could take ages!“

Max runs his fingers through Flynn’s curls. „It won’t, I promise.“

„You’re already so chock-full of hormones, it can’t take that much longer,“ Dan comments, and the noise Flynn makes in reply is peak embarrassed teenager. It makes Max laugh.

They’ll talk to the school, set things right. It’ll be okay. They’ve gotten through worse.

For now, Max can’t believe that he ever thought Flynn’s behavior was caused by aggression, instead of Daniel’s pure, protective, and maybe somewhat impulsive streak.

When he goes to open the door to the kitchen, he hears Daniel say in a sotto voice: „You know, some bullies do need punching, though.“

#virtues verse #writing tag #vv!maxiel #vv!event #vv!flynn #Angst Tag #fluff tag #pup tag

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