Context: Your father runs a construction company that you've helped with since you were little. Tony has been there almost as long, a mysterious gent that your father hired on from the streets long ago. He's surly but busts his ass, and gives you someone to argue with whenever you're on site. He holds a lot of respect for your father... he might not if he knew the truth.

Setting: A construction site/Home/Tony's House

Tags:[MMM4F][Enemies to ?][Father Speaker][Tsundere Work Rival Speaker][Little Bro Speaker][Hard-Headed Protective Listener][Flirting][Fighting][DILF Energy][Confession][Kind of Mean][Spicy][Rescue][TW: Abuse/Fighting]

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[C] = Carl, your father

[T] = Tony, stupid sexy bastard

[B] = Brandon aka Brady aka your little brother

[Scene opens in front of a construction site]

[SFX: A voicemail being played]

[You listen to a voicemail from your Dad early in the morning, standing outside the gate of a construction site]

[C, tired sounding] “Hey Biscuit, I’m not gonna be able to run the site today. Hate to ask but could you please go and coordinate with Tony for the day? I know you two don’t get along, but you work better together than you realize. Just don’t punch him. Love you.”

[SFX: The voicemail ending and the Listener badging in]

[Pause]

[There Tony stands. Shirtless, per usual, long hair tied behind him. His tattoo sleeves wink at you in the sun whereas Tony himself scowls the second he sees you]

[T] “Ah, Boss brought the Hellion. There’s my day ruined.”

[Pause~]

[He smirks at you, leaning on the shovel]

[T] “Oh no, the Boss’s daughter has opinions! Mhm, you going to stand there with your hands on your hips or grab a shovel?”

[SFX: A shovel being grabbed but not because you told me to, baka/digging]

[You grab a shovel and get to work with him, same as always]

[T] “Boss running late?”

[Pause.]

[T] “Tch, course he’s sleeping off a hangover. Makes sense why you’re the one showing up to run the family business, now.”

[...]

[T] “Well, I hope the old fucker gets over it… Not to insult your business acumen, much as I love insulting you in general, but he’s kind of got a rapport here you haven’t really managed.”

[Pause]

[T] “Pfft, I don’t tell the boys to see you as lesser, Hellion. They make their own decisions.”

[...]

[T] “...I know you didn’t just mutter that they might change their minds if they knew your Dad like you did. Girly, I literally live next door to your family. I’m more than aware of what all that fighting is over.”

[...]

[T] “...OK, what did I say?”

[...]

[T] “Nuh-uh, I know that look. That’s the ‘Tony went too far’ look.”

[Pause?]

[He stops and studies you, but you refuse to look at him]

[T] “...Yeah, I can see Brady running our way? And yes, I will watch him while you make us coffee, but-”.

[SFX: The Listener walking away]

[Your little brother speeds into Tony’s arms as you walk away]

[B] “Tony!!!”

[T] “Whoa! Brandon, what did I say about jumping into my arms?”

[B] “To be a pretty girl like my sister next time?”

[T, flustered] “You were supposed to forget that last bit! We had a deal!”

[B] “Sorry… I forgot! But I thought super-old adults didn’t care as much about being judged. Dad doesn’t…”

[T, mildly offended] “Sorry, how old do you think I-? Wait… Buddy, what happened to your forehead?”

[B, quiet] “Dad and Sissy had a bad fight… I tried to get Dad to stop yelling so much, but he waved his hands around and his bottle hit my head on accident. They stopped fighting after that, but he was still really mad at Sissy…”

[T] “...I see. Do me a favor and go hang out in the trailer for a bit. I left Solitaire up.”

[B] “OK!”

[SFX: Little boy speed/general construction equipment beginning to kick up]

[As you sit and wait for the coffee to brew, the door swings open and shuts behind you to the office. You turn and find Tony towering over you]

[Pause?]

[T] “Brady’s playing Solitaire in the trailer, relax. I want to finish our talk.”

[Pause.]

[T] “...Look, Hellion, I was being harsh earlier. People respect you… You know how our crew is. They know your old man and they know me better. It’ll just take some time.”

[Pause~]

[T] “...You drive me fucking crazy, you know that? Is that the truth you want to hear?”

[Pause.]

[He stares you down and you stare him down right back]

[T] “...Mmmh, you do know how to get under me like no one else, girly. Nine damned years of working together and you still know how to twist my nips.”

[Pause <3]

[A slight smirk curves into his lips]

[T] “Oh, I know how to handle a woman like you, Hellion. The problem is I have to have her in the right arena to do it.”

[Pause?]

[He winks at you, using 100% of his stupid, sexy bastard energy]

[T] “I mean the bedroom, She-Devil.”

[...]

[T] “Hm. That actually got you quiet. I’ll take it! C’mon, Hellcat, let’s get this day moving. We’ve got work to do. Maybe you’ll be more willing to talk after a hard day’s work.”

[...]

[SFX: Fade out on construction noises]

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Time Transition - 20 hours / Scene Transition - Home

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[It’s 3 AM. Rain pours down across the roof of the house you share with your family]

[SFX: Rain pouring/a faint altercation]

[Pause]

[SFX: The altercation growing louder]

[B, faintly] “Hang on! Hang on!!”

[SFX: A babber running his little legs as fast as he can to the house next door and banging on it for dear life]

[B, pounding desperately at the door] “Tony! Tony!!!!”

[SFX: A faint struggle from the Listener’s house]

[B] “TONY, HELP!!!”

[SFX: Faint footsteps running down the stairs and the door being flung open]

[Tony throws his door open, panting from terror, eyes wide]

[T] “Brandon?? What the Hell are you doing out here, it’s three in the damned morning and pissing rain!”

[B, sobbing] “P-Please help! Please! He’s gonna kill her!!”

[Pause]

[T] “What-?!”

[SFX: The fight from the Listener’s home escalating in sound/intensity]

[Tony freezes for half a second before he grabs your little brother and shoves him into his home]

[B] “Wh-hey!”

[SFX: Brandon being moved]

[T] “Brady, shut up and hide. You stay near the phone in case we need to call 911… Don’t you open the door for your Dad, you got it?!”

[B, whimpering] “Y-Yessir! Please hurry, he had his hands around my sissy’s neck when I ran!”

[Tony pales, swears under his breath, and sprints for your home, vaulting the fence]

[SFX: The sprinting/vaulting - in rain/Tony pounding at the door/trying to open it]

[T] “Godamnit, Carl! CARL! OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR!”

[Pause]

[Tony swears violently under his breath, and shoulder checks the door, over and over]

[SFX: Tony shouldering his way through the door/running into the house]

[T] “CARL!”

[The force atop you is sent flying and air rushes back into your lungs]

[Pause!!]

[T] “Breathe! Breathe, Hellion! Jesus Christ, your throat…”

[Your father lets out a weak but wild snarl]

[C, slurring] “Get out… get outta my house… You ain’t welcome… Judgin’ me like you did fer disciplining my kid…”

[P-Pause!]

[C] “Shut up, girl! I ain’t done with you-!”

[T] “Oh, you are fucking dead!”

[Tony charges him before you can react, grabbing your dad by the collar. He doesn’t say a word, just starts beating his face in, each swing eliciting a visceral grunt or growl]

[SFX: The unpleasantness listed above - feel free to improv dialogue between hits]

[P-Pause…]

[Tony pauses after you call out to him and lets your father slump to the floor]

[T] “...He’s still got most of his face… Scumbag’ll live. C’mere, Hellion, let me see ya.”

[He scoops you up in his strong arms, looking you over with a fear you didn’t think the cold bastard capable of]

[...]

[T] “...Yeah, given how he looked when I ran in, I’d believe you did have him just about beat. Doesn’t take a lot for a snake to get the better of any fighter… Brady’s OK, alright? You did good…”

[...]

[He takes a deep breath. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him soften up, even a little]

[T] “...I should have believed you. I’m… I’m so sorry I didn’t…”

[...]

[He perks an eyebrow, grunting as he stands with you in his arms]

[T] “You think I did, even if I don’t want to admit it? What makes you say that…?”

[Pause…]

[He sighs, carrying you across to his house]

[T] “...If I didn’t believe it at all, I wouldn’t have come running like I did… That’s why you always tell Brady to get me, isn’t it?”

[Pause]

[He snorts and you help him get the door open]

[SFX: Intersperse him walking/entering the house with dialogue as desired]

[T] “And you just like to bother me. Yeah, I got that memo… Why do you think your nickname since we’ve met has been ‘Hellion’?”

[Pause?]

[T] “When did I start working for your Dad? I was seventeen. Literally my seventeenth birthday. Why?”

[Pause]

[At your confession, he barks out a laugh and settles you on the couch]

[T] “Are you serious? You’ve been trying to figure out how much older I am than you for this long JUST to figure out if you were allowed to crush on me or not? Didn’t ever occur to you that me working for your Dad might also complicate things? Or the fact that we act like we hate each other most of the time?”

[Pause]

[He shakes his head, barely hiding a smile]

[T] “Godamn Hellion… I’m twenty-six. You’re twenty-one. Sorry to crush any weird DILF fantasies you might h-”.

[B, confused and worried] “What’s a DILF??”

[...]

[T] “A man with fatherly qualities that one might wish to date.”

[B] “Oh… Gross.”

[Your little brother trudges up to you, face a mess]

[B] “Are you OK, Sissy?”

[Pause.]

[B] “I-I called the cops already! They said they’d be here real soon.”

[T] “Good lad. Can you keep being a little hero and go get us an ice pack from the freezer?”

[B] “OK, Tony!”

[SFX: Babber steps running off]

[You sit with Tony in pained silence for a moment or two while he looks you over. You take his right hand and he winces]

[T] “Nnh…? Oh… Oh, the flesh on my knuckles, right. Should probably wrap that.”

[Pause]

[T] “...As much as I’d love to bond with you over my exposed bone, I want you to rest. The cops are gonna have questions and, given how bruised you look, I want you to rest, alright?”

[...]

[T, gentle] “I’m not gonna let Carl get to you or Brady, sweetheart. I promise.”

[...]

[You’re really too tired to argue with Tony, which tells you a lot. You let your eyes rest]

[SFX: Fade out on approaching sirens]

[To be continued]

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Note: Tony has a stupid sexy bastard or SSB rating of 9.8 on the Tsundere circuit.