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The Morning After

Kent Academy students had a tradition on the night of their graduation. Before they were off to whatever shitty apartment, broken family, or military career awaited them. All the freshly adult students would get together, and get royally plastered. On Andy’s last day, he swallowed a handful of codeine stolen from the nurses' office and washed it down with several cups of whatever shit an 18-year-old thought to mix from the faculty's liquor cabinet. The next morning he donned some sunglasses, swallowed a handful of Tylenol, and took a long bus ride to the first of a few military bases.

All this to say, Andy’s had his fair share of bad hangovers. So to call this his worst hangover, says a lot. Andy tried to position himself. He was clearly in a bedroom, there was an empty bottle of liquor in the trash. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think he was in his twenties again. He used his hands to comb his hair out of his face. It was a cruel reminder of exactly where he was. No longer matted, but still too fucking long. 

Andy tried to retrace how he got here. He remembered stabbing Chucky and decking Mixter. He almost smiled at that. He remembered running through the woods, jumping in front of the car, the nice lady, the hospital, the douchebag cop, and then… Andy stopped breathing. He sat up slowly. Then he noticed a woman’s coat on the floor. He stood up, and the floorboards creaked. And he heard something halfway between a hiss and a breath and followed the noise. 

On the floor, on the opposite side of the bed, was the body. A young woman, probably no older than thirty. She let out an airy groan. For anyone else, this might have given them hope. But Andy knew better. Her eyes were open and her pupils dilated. Her skin was pale, but her palms and fingers were blue. He knew what had happened. He nearly collapsed, as he shambled out of the bedroom.

There was a burning weight in his chest and acid in his throat. Andy didn’t have to look around for long, because the bathroom door had been left open. He walked over, fell to his knees, and expelled all the food he didn’t remember eating. 

When he finished emptying out all the food and acid in his stomach, he fell back, collapsing against the tub. He rested his head against the cold porcelain and took slow, deep, burning breaths. They didn’t help at all. Then he heard the door open, and heels on the wood. 

“Charlie!” Mixter shouted into the house. “I wasn’t sure how big the mess would be, so I brought garbage bags, paper towels, baking soda, vinegar, peroxide, and oregano!” she finished. She walked towards the bedroom but stopped in her tracks when she saw the bathroom door open and the light on. She stood in the bathroom doorway, looming over Andy’s collapsed form. 

“Charlie,” she sighed, walking over to him. She sat down on the tub next to him, combed his hair out of his face, and pulled it back with her fingers

“I did try to warn you that all your binge eating and drinking would make you sick. Your new body has limits, and you’ll have to respect that,” she continued, Andy realized she was talking to him. If he hadn’t emptied his stomach, he would have thrown up again. Instead, it was all he could do to pull away from her, jerk away, readjust himself against the sink, and glare.

“How long?” Andy asked.

“You’ll have to be more specific, how long is it going to take to clean this up or how long until you stop feeling like shit?” Mixter responded before taking in Andy’s expression. 

“You’re not talking about that are you, Charlie?” she asked. Andy was silent but the revulsion was clear on his face. 

“You’re not Charlie at all are you?” she continued, Andy kept staring at her. She was quiet for a minute, she looked away from him and tapped her fingers against the tub. 

“You woke up quicker than expected, Mr. Barclay,” she finished, glancing back at him. 

Not quick enough, Andy realized when he looked at her. The dark bruise on her cheek from where he hit her was almost entirely gone. Mixter was an old lady; he couldn’t imagine it would have healed quickly. 

“How long?” he repeated. 

“Again, you need to be more specific. It’s been a couple of months since you drove off the cliff, and about six weeks since the hospital,” she responded. 

Horror washed over Andy. Six weeks. There was so much Chucky could have done in six weeks. Too much.  

“How many?” Andy choked out.

“Would it kill you to ask the entire question?” Mixter responded. Andy took a deep breath and braced himself. 

“How many people has he killed?” Andy asked, a frustrated defeat in his voice. 

“Oh,” she responded with mocking clarity. She shrugged, “I have no idea; I only know about the ones I helped him with.” When she finished, she turned around and moved to the tub's edge to lean against the wall. Her back cracked and she let out a sigh of relief. 

Andy struggled to his feet, using the sink to pull himself up. He looked down at her, glaring. He took a deep breath and tried to muster all the confidence and rage he could, 

“And how many was that?” he asked. Mixter rolled her eyes. 

“Eh, three or four, one of them might have just been a hookup,” she responded. Andy nearly collapsed to the floor hearing that. Leaning heavily on the sink, he repositioned himself in front of it. With shaking hands, he turned on the faucet. And frantically cleaned his face and hands. 

He dried off and found himself staring into the sink, trying to avoid looking in the mirror. He gripped the sides so tightly Mixter thought it might chip under his fingers. 

The room was silent for a minute. Then another. Andy couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. But he felt a familiar weight on his hip. And he did what he always did when he was terrified. Mixter hardly reacted to the gun pointed at her,

“Someone’s eager to add another body to the count,” she said. Andy pulled the gun back. 

“You should give yourself a refractory period, I’ve heard it helps keep the murders fresh,” she continued

Andy looked down at the gun in his hand for a minute. Then before he had a chance to second-guess himself. He pushed it to his temple and fired. 

“Fuck!”  Chucky exclaimed, pulling the gun away from his head. The shot went into the ceiling.

“Didn’t think he’d go that dark so quickly,” he said, as he put the gun back into its holster.

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Summary: After a long court case, your mother stays attached to her lawyer, bringing even more contention into your life.

Characters: Andy Barber

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“You don’t like it?” Andy asks as you sit silently before your plate. 

You’re dizzy and a bit nauseous. Not having your oxygen is disorienting. You keep reaching for the tank that isn’t there, adjusting the nonexistent tube beneath your nose. You’re breathless and addled as you wonder if Dr. Kemp could be wrong. What if you pass out? What if something terrible happens? 

“I’m... sorry,” you hang your head. “I’m trying but... not very hungry.” 

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have to eat if you can’t. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he assures you as he hovers his fork above his own plate. “I’m not like her.” 

You nod as your bottom lip pokes out. Your flutter your lashes and rub your cheeks. The reminder of your mom unnerves you. She was as constant as the oxygen tank and now both are gone. 

“You okay?” He sets his fork down gently. 

You nod and gulp, tempering your breaths through your nose. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he gets up and moves to the seat next to you. “I know this is a lot. I know that neither of us were prepared for this but I want you to know that I will do my best to be there for you.” 

You twine your fingers through each other in your lap and stare at them, “but... why?” 

“Someone should,” he says, leaning toward you. “Look, I... I’ll be honest. I blame myself for letting this go this far. I suspected during the case. There were inconsistencies but... but I had a job to do. I did it, to your detriment even. I’m the one who’s sorry. I should’ve listened to my instinct.” 

You frown, “but... my mom? You liked her, right? Aren’t you... upset?” 

He shifts and sighs. He rubs his palms together as he faces the table. He plants his elbows on the wood and hides behind his fingers. He massages his forehead as he thinks. When he drops his hands, his expression is drawn and his complexion pale. 

“Like I said, I was suspicious. I only... only stayed with your mom so I could keep an eye on you. You seemed lonely and lost. I know it’s not my place but I was concerned. And there was no one else looking after you. No one else who would care,” he sniffs and looks at you directly. You peek up and mash your hands together. “Your mom was very deliberate in keeping people away from you, wasn’t she?” 

You shrug. You never thought about it. Your mom is the one who took you to the doctors, who did everything to get you better, to make sure she got you the right treatment. Or... 

“It’s a lot. You don’t need to figure it all out right now,” he assures you. “And I don’t want you to rush yourself. Steve will be back tomorrow, he can give us more information about your condition, about what needs to be done.” 

You rock then stop yourself. You cross your arms and shrink your stature. You look at your plate. 

“It’s been a long day. I’ll pack the food up for later. How about you take a hot bath? It will help,” he suggests. 

“Um, no, I think I’ll just lay down,” you murmur. 

“You should wash up. We did a lot of running around, didn’t we?” He sits back and grips the edge of the table. “I’ll get a towel and something you can wear.” 

You stare at him and bring your hand up to your nose, wiggling them fruitlessly as there is no tube to toy with. You purse your lips in disappointment. 

“Thank you. I’m... sorry.” 

“Please, no more apologies,” he reaches and gently squeezes your arm. “Whatever you need,” he brushes up and down your sleeve, “you tell me, okay?” 

You sniffle and nod, looking at the wall as you chew your lip. You feel more lost than ever. Without the air, without your mother. It might not have been a perfect life but it was familiar. All of this is new and scary and confusing. You don’t know what’s real, what to believe. 

“Alright,” he retracts his touch and stands, “let’s get you sorted.” 

🩶

Dr. Hawe stands at Dr. Kemp’s shoulder. You watch them both, nervous as you sit on the medical bed. Andy sits to the side, his leg jiggling anxiously. You feel his nerves from where you are. Maybe you should’ve have said yes when he offered to wait outside. 

“I have to apologise. I suppose I can expect a malpractice case myself,” Hawe says. “I never meant anything but to help. She exhibited all the symptoms and I made the diagnosis with good intent.” 

“Unfortunately, these things can be very similar. There’s a lot of overlap between genuine issues and oxygen toxicity. We could still be wrong but given observation so far, it’s more likely the latter.” Kemp returns. 

You look between them, confused. 

“Miss,” Hawes steps forward, “do you need me to explain?” 

You nod. “Should I have my oxygen? Did I do bad?” 

He frowns, “no. I... I was wrong. All those other doctors were right. There’s nothing wrong with you. It’ll take some time for you to recover. Being at elevated oxygen levels for so long can have detrimental effects. It will take a bit to know if any damage has been done to your lung tissue. Unfortunately, in trying to fix a problem I thought was there, I may have made it worse.” 

“But that’s impossible. I... I...” You take deep breaths but find no hitch. You don’t understand. 

“So, it was all lies?” Andy asks. 

Kemp nods and angles toward him. “Looks like. Munchausen by proxy. Not common but most common between a parent and child.” 

“Munch-- munch--” you try to repeat it. You heard about that on that show about the girl in the wheelchair. Well, she didn’t really need it. “But... my mom...” 

Andy sits silently and presses a bent knuckle to his mouth. His face is tense with anger. The doctors share a look. 

“This is bad,” Andy drops his hand. “I’m a public prosecutor. I took this to court.” 

“And I made the diagnosis. I wrote the scripts,” Hawes says. 

“What does that mean? What’s going on?” You swing your legs. 

They all look at you. Andy sits back and Hawes lowers his head. Kemp steps forward. 

“Well, both of them could lose their licenses. That’s what. If at least, their reputations will be ruined.” He explains. “That is if anyone finds out. It could mean more legal action.” 

“Legal...? Oh, another case?” 

Andy nods and Hawes toys with his stethoscope. 

“But I... I can’t do it again.” You say. “I can’t.” 

“You don’t have to,” Kemp girds. “But it means your mom won’t face any justice. Nothing. She did this to you.” He moves closer, “do you understand that you weren’t sick but she may have made you sick?” 

You search his face as your heart races. The room shrinks around you and your vision tilts. You gulp as your mouth grows acidic. You moan and fan yourself, then wave him away as you bend over the edge. You can’t help the revolt of stomach bile that spews from you and lands on the floor. 

“No,” you brace your head and rock, gagging again, but you have nothing to come up. Your breakfast was as appetizing as dinner the night before. “No, no, no. My mom... she wouldn’t...”  

Your insides contort and your skull throbs. Your breath picks up as you continue to babble. It can’t be real. You are sick. You know you are. You missed classes, you missed prom, you missed graduation. That’s not a lie. 

You heave and shudder as you stay bent over your lap. You feel a warmth on your back as you begin to shake. Your head swirls and your skin scalds. You drone senselessly. 

“Shhh, hey, you’re alright,” the distant voice speaks to you through the rising haze. 

The colours and sounds blend together behind the wall of your tears. Your body is moving but you’re not the one controlling it. You have no power. You have nothing. 

“...get her laying down...” 

“...careful...” 

“...just to calm her. She’ll hurt herself...” 

The words fade and your eyes roll back as a tide of heat overwhelms you, flowing through your veins and rising to the surface. As the warmth fills your head, you sink down into the abyss. Your anguish follows you, gnawing at your heart as you drown in your grief. Of what you had and never did.  

🩶

You can't tell when you wake up. The world is so dull that you may as well be unconscious. You stare at the ceiling, too drained to care about where you are or how you go there. 

The room is dim but for the lamp near your bedside. You should be cozy. The blanket is soft, the pillow cushy, but none of it can comfort you. There is nothing that can change what she did. Nothing that can undo what's done. Or give you back those squandered years. 

It's over. Not just her lies but your life. There's no restarting. There's no fixing this. You might not be sick the way your mom said you were but there has to be something wrong with your head if you believed her. 

What do you have left? What did you ever have at all?  

You sniff as your eyes itch. You're not going to cry. It'll all be easier if you just don't feel anything. 

There's a shift somewhere in the haze. A figure sits up near the foot of the bed. You squint as Andy combs his fingers through his hair, straightening in the rigid wooden chair from the dining room.  

"Sweetheart," he stands stiffly. "You're awake. There's water." 

He comes to the side the bed and gestures to the glass there. Your head lolls over. You close your eyes.  

"I can get you something else. Tea?" 

You don't react. You want to be left alone. All you feel is shame. He knows how stupid you are. He knew all along. 

“Honey,” he carefully sits on the edge. He touches your cheek, then your forehead. “Can you hear me? Can you understand me?” 

Your eyes roll and your lashes flutter. As much as you long to drift back into nothingness, your head is throbbing. You turn your face away from him. 

“I’m sorry,” he brings his hand to yours. “I really am. I should have done something sooner.” 

You don’t answer him. Again. What can you say? 

He sighs and draws away. He turns to face the wall and leans his elbows on his knees. He holds his head as he hunches over. 

Silence rises around you, rippling like the air around a raging fire. Stolid to the point of suffocation. There’s a tremble that isn’t within you. And something more. 

You move your head back to see Andy. He sniffles and wipes his nose with one hand as his other keeps his head up. He mops his cheek as he cries. You watch him, surprised and almost curious. 

“I’m so sorry,” he rasps. “I’m ashamed. I’m... horrible.” He pushes his hand up into his hair again as he sits up. He stares at the wall, the brims of his eyes reddened. “I can take you to the courthouse. You can tell the DA everything. I’ll resign.” 

You gulp. Why would he do all that? It’s not his fault your mom did what she did. Or that you let her. 

You push yourself up weakly, quivering as you keep your hands flat on the mattress. “Andy,” you murmur. “I... I don’t want to tell the DA.” You sway slightly and he looks at you. “I don’t want to tell anyone. It’s too embarrassing.” 

His eyes search you and his brows furrow, “are you sure?” You nod and hang your head. He gently touches your arm, “sweetie, you need to lay down.” He helps you recline. “Just relax. I know this is so hard. Actually, I don’t know. How could I?” 

You let your lashes droop and hug yourself loosely. You exhale heavily. You reach below your throat absently and find no tube there. That’s right. You don’t need it. 

“Thank you,” you utter. 

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The Green Light

Summary: Full Story! Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet? Check out the sequel: The Green Light Afterglow.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Light Smut, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Discussions of Post-Pregnancy Body, Discussions of Intimacy, Slight Lactation Kink Reference, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I know this took a while. Thank you all for your patience and I sincerely hope it's okay. Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Warnings subject to change. All mistakes are my own. Please let me know your thoughts!

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“Well, I’ve gotta tell you, my dear, by all appearances you’ve healed just fine.” You let out a sigh as Dr. Wilson, your OBGYN, removes the speculum. God, how you hated that thing. “You can go ahead and sit up.” You watch as he removes his gloves to make some notes on his mobile workstation. “Everything looks good. How have you been feeling lately? Raising four kids is no easy feat, especially when half of them are newborns.”

“Andy and I try to split the shifts as best we can. If he’s helping with the twins then I’ve got the older girls, and vice versa.”

“That’s good. One thing I’ve always liked about the two of you is that you believe in teamwork. You’d be surprised at how many couples don’t.” He makes a few more notes. “And how many hours of sleep would you say you get a night? Ballpark it for me if you can.”

“Um…” You have to think about that one. “Maybe five. Yeah, I would say about five hours a night. And I can occasionally squeeze in a quick nap during the day when the twins are sleeping. It doesn’t happen all of the time, but it’s better than nothing.”

The older man nods his head. “And how are Bianca and Katrina adjusting to the new additions? And by the way, don’t forget that you promised to show me pictures, because I certainly haven’t.” Dr. Wilson looks up from his computer and offers you a warm smile.

“I haven’t forgotten, don’t worry.” You tell him with a chuckle. “And they’re okay. Bianca loves to hold them all the time. And Katrina is enjoying being a big sister – she’s very helpful. She wants to play with them so bad, but she doesn’t quite get that they’re still a little too young.”

“I see. And is she still threatening to put A.J. outside?” The corners of his eyes crinkle as he struggles not to laugh just like he had when you’d first relayed your three-year-old’s initial reaction to your pregnancy reveal. 

“Oh, God. She’s only made that threat twice I think since we’ve brought them home. Once when he wouldn’t stop crying. And then again when she wanted to cuddle with me while I was in the middle of a feeding. Other than that, she’s been fine. He’s growing on her.” 

“Glad to hear it.” He mutters. “That’s usually how it goes. Give it a few years, and I bet they’ll be the best of friends.”

God, you sure hoped so. Just last night you had a dream about finding your little boy out in the woods. Except he’d somehow grown a beard, making him look like a baby mountain man. And, of course, he had been clutching that damn blankie too! 

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I’m officially giving you the all-clear to resume any and all physical activity. If you have any concerns after we’re done here, you know I’m only a phone call away.”

Thank goodness! You couldn’t wait to start working out again. You were tired of rocking stretchy pants and maternity clothes. 

Your phone buzzes in your purse as Dr. Wilson finishes up whatever else he’s typing. It goes on for a while before it finally stops, only to resume buzzing seconds later. 

If you were a betting woman, and you were, you’d put your money on the person behind all the constant buzzing being none other than your husband, Andrew. You knew he’d been waiting for this day. Your man had been extra giddy this morning. So much in fact that you could’ve sworn he’d clicked his heels on his way out the door.

___

Twenty Minutes Later…

You wait to check your phone until after your appointment is over and you're safely back in your car. According to your phone, you have two missed calls from Andy Bear, along with three new texts.  

Andy Bear: Hey, baby girl. How’d the appointment go? Did we get the all clear?

Andy Bear: Can you answer your phone, please? I want to hear your sweet voice when you tell me the good news.

Andy Bear: C'mon! You’ve got me dancing on pins and needles right now. Call me.

You shake your head and then dial your man. He answers on the second ring. 

“There you are, sweetness! I was starting to get worried there for a moment.” The genuine concern in his voice has you playfully rolling your eyes. 

“Relax, Andy. Sometimes these appointments can take a while. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong, Dr. Wilson is just being thorough.” You check your appearance in the rearview mirror, noting that the bags under your eyes seem to look better than they have in days. “That’s part of the reason he’s been my OBGYN for so long, because he’s good at what he does.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. He’s great.” You know he's not being dismissive on purpose, it’s just that he’s chomping at the bit to hear one key piece of information. “How’s your little body? Did we get the green light?”

Ahh, and there it was. Sometimes Andrew Barber was like a dog with a fucking bone. And only your husband would refer to your body as being “little” when you were still walking around sporting maternity wear.  

“I’ve been cleared for all physical activity. Which means I can finally start working out again and –”

“Fuck, yeah we did!” He cheers into the receiver, loud enough to make you wince. “Alright, baby girl, that settles it. BiBi and KitCat are going to my sister’s for a sleepover and the twins will stay at grandma’s. Meanwhile, I’m gonna leave the office early to pick us up some dinner. How about we celebrate with some surf and turf?”

“Oh my god, Andrew! We are not leaving our two newborns at your mother’s house for the night. That’s too much!”

“What if she already said yes?” You have no doubt that your unrepentant husband is smiling hard enough to crack a tooth right about now. 

“You didn’t.” Your head drops to the steering wheel with a light thunk. 

“Oh, I did.” The sound of an eager chuckle spills across the other line. “Ma and Bill are happy to keep Rory and Junior. She said you left them with enough formula and diapers to get ‘em through and that she, and I quote, would be positively heartbroken if you deprived her of time with her precious new grandchildren.”  

“Andy…I don’t know…” As tempting as the thought of a night of uninterrupted slumber was, you were on the fence about being away from your precious babies for that long. 

RoRo needed to be rocked to sleep, while A.J. needed you to pat his little tush and bounce him just so. And they both needed approximately 1,375 kisses every five minutes, otherwise they got fussy. 

“You must really want a good night’s sleep, huh, Big Man?”

“Baby, when I get my hands on you, I promise that sleeping will be the last thing on both of our minds. Now, I’ve gotta run. But I’ll see you home around 4:00pm.”

“Andy…” 

How did you tell your husband that you weren’t really feeling your post-pregnancy body right now? You’d even taken to changing in the bathroom lately. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice that increasingly bad habit of yours…

At least not yet. But it was only a matter of time.

“Hush, sweetness. You just let Daddy take care of everything, okay? I’ve been dreaming of this day for almost two months now, and I plan to take my time loving all over every inch of your delectable body. And what’s more, you’re going to let me.” You can practically feel your nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your shirt. 

God, how did he always manage to sound so sexy when he was telling you what to do? Handsome ass buttface!

“I’ve gotta head into this meeting, but in the meantime, get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” You respond with a resigned sigh. “I…I guess I’ll see you when you get home then.”

“Damn right. Can’t wait to lose myself between those luscious thighs.” Andy rasps, with a slightly roughened edge to his tone. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a taste…” 

Oh good God…and it had been way too long since you had to deal with beard burn. At this point, you’d almost forgotten about what it felt like.

“Bye, Andy Bear.”

"Goodbye, little love.”

The call ends, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Putting the car in drive, you pull out of the parking lot and start thinking of every argument you could possibly make to talk your sweet, although slightly ogreish, husband out of sexy times and into sleepy times. But there was also something that told you that might not work.

Which meant it was time to come up with a Plan B. And while you were at it, probably a Plan C too.

___

Later That Afternoon...

“This makes me look like an apple with legs.”

You stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror trying your best not to give in to the overwhelming feeling of defeat. At this point, you’d tried on multiple sets of lingerie – all different styles, cuts, and colors. 

And this one had been the only thing that seemed to look halfway decent.

Well, the good news was that your ass was still there. But the bad news? So was your stomach. 

“Swear to God…I’m gonna find an ocean and throw myself in it.” You mutter as you stare at your reflection. You let out a resigned sigh as you do a little spin. “Knowing my ass can’t swim.” You gently smoosh your hand against your tummy in an attempt to flatten it. 

To be fair, you’d only given birth two months ago and the lingerie you’d purchased was kind of slimming so…

Maybe you were being too hard on yourself. Or, maybe it was still worth trying to convince your husband to settle for an evening filled with dinner and cuddles. You really weren’t in the mood to take your clothes off in front of him at the moment. 

Hell, who were you kidding? You could walk around wearing nothing but fishnets and tinfoil and the man would still find a reason to be into you. 

Sometimes your loving husband was a man of the hopeless variety. 

Plus, while Andrew Barber wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, he would definitely do everything in his power to persuade you. And he could be very persuasive when he put his mind to it. 

Yeah. You were probably fucked.

You take a deep breath and run your fingers through your thick hair, loosening and fluffing your curls. Although Andy would be home any minute, there was still time to throw on sweats and a t-shirt or something. 

“Fuck!” You hiss as your eyes well and your bottom lip begins to tremble. The other problem was that, while you were convinced that you needed more time, you also wanted to make your husband happy. But how could you when you could barely stomach the idea of taking off your clothes in front of him.

Just last week, some asshole at your favorite smoothie bar had the nerve to ask how far along you were – his intrusive gaze lingering on your post-baby body. His audacity had caught you so off guard that you were pretty sure that you’d given some unintelligible answer before snatching your drink and running towards the nearest exit. 

That one little interaction had practically eviscerated what little bit of self-confidence you had left. And while you hadn’t made specific mention of it to Andy, you might end up doing so – if only to plead your case. 

Which was that you were simply too large right now to be sexy, let alone feel attractive. Your skin was too loose, your stretch marks too prominent. And not only that, you were pretty sure that the only reason Andy wanted you right now was because he hadn’t gotten any in a couple of months. 

Once his itch had been sufficiently scratched, the haze would clear and then your husband would see your body for what it was. He would understand your need to undress behind closed doors, without an audience. And then he would give you however much time you needed to get yourself back into some semblance of shape. 

A lone tear slips down your cheek, which only serves to piss you off more. And although you’re quick to dash it away, another one is soon to follow. The last thing you needed for Andrew to notice you’d been crying. There was no need for both of you to feel bad about the state of things, you know?

With one last shake of your head you decide to throw on your robe and head downstairs to greet your man. 

“Let’s get this shit over with.”

___

Ten Minutes Later…

“Baby?” Your husband calls out as he enters the house from the garage. “Baby, I’m home! Where are you?”

“Kitchen!” You go back to busying yourself folding your brand new set of dish towels you’d purchased from Bed, Bath, & Beyond. That store was one of your happy places, second only to Target and Disney World. It also helped that there was one located almost directly across the street from the mall you’d stopped at as well.

Your pulse quickens as you hear him approach, his rapidly falling footsteps coming closer by the second.

“Ah, I found you.” Andy rounds the corner, grinning from ear to ear. “Hi, my gorgeous girl.” His smile somehow grows impossibly wider. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”  

“Well, here I am.” You cast him a demure glance over your shoulder. “Although, I’m afraid I’m probably not much to look at.” Noticing his hands are surprisingly empty, you attempt to change the subject. “I thought you were gonna stop and grab dinner on the way?” 

“I was.” He cocks his hip against the kitchen counter as loosens his tie. “But since you didn’t seem all that keen on the idea of surf and turf this morning I figured I’d hold off. Maybe see how we were feeling later this evening.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh? Is that all my baby has to say about that?” Andy tosses his tie onto the counter before unfastening the top three buttons of his light blue dress shirt. “Just oh?” 

“Uh, yeah. How was your day?” You were quickly running out of towels to unfold and refold. If you kept it up you were going to start looking like a lunatic.

“Too long for a man who’s been missing his wife the way I have.” His sensual purr is enough to make you weak in the knees. “It was fucking excruciating, Baby Girl.” 

Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye – fuck! Your dumbass just made fucking eye contact!

Your throat suddenly goes dry as the weight of his intense gaze threatens to overwhelm you. Andrew Barber always seemed to have this way about him. Only he had the power to unravel you in this manner. 

It was truly a skill that was his alone. But on days like today, it was also a major nuisance.   

“Come here.” The gentleness of his tone softens the command.

“Umm…” Instead of doing as you’re told you decide to shove those stupid towels you’ve been preoccupied with into a drawer. Which also happens to be the wrong drawer. Kitchen linens didn’t belong with the cutting boards. Anybody with some sense could see that!   

“Sweetheart…” Andy’s voice drops another octave. “Stop fussing with those and come here already. I’d really like to hold my wife.” His earnest plea has your eyes welling with tears.

“Yeah. Okay.” You sniffle out, before dropping the towel and making a headlong dash into his waiting embrace. He wraps his brawny arms around you then, tucking his chin into your thick mane of glossy curls.

The two of you stand there without moving. Holding each other close as your hearts beat in time with one another. Andy’s hand comes to rest on your lower back, his palm slowly rubbing in small, soothing circles. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” He hugs even tighter as you gently nuzzle your face against his chest, effectively wiping off what little bit of makeup you’d managed to apply earlier. “Tell me, please.”

Aww. Your sweet Ogre had even said “please”. 

“Nothing.” Which was also code for everything. 

Andy steps back to tenderly grip your chin, his thumb lightly smoothing across your bottom lip. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie.” And then he leans in to brush his mouth over your own. “Especially when you’re upset.”

“I know.” The words come out barely above a whisper. “And I’m fine. I just, um…” You go to pull away, surprised when he actually lets you. “I went and did a little shopping today. You know…cuz’ we got the green light. But – well, not the robe. Th–that isn’t new. But once I got it home and really looked at it, I um…” You throw up your hands as everything comes tumbling out in one jumbled mess.

“It just doesn’t fit right, okay? It probably didn’t even fit properly at the boutique when I tried it on and I just didn’t notice. Because the lighting was different and the mirrors are maybe a little more forgiving. Kind of like the ones you find in a funhouse. Except all of them were super flattering. Not like the one we’ve got in our bathroom here at home. Which…I mean that’s probably how they get ya, right?”

Your husband lifts a quizzical brow as you continue to ramble and slowly back away. You knew there was quite literally no possible chance you could manage to outrun your handsome attorney. But that didn’t mean you weren’t above giving it the old college try.   

“So, I’m just gonna go upstairs and peel this ugly thing off. That way neither one of us has to even bother looking at it.” You finish rather lamely.

“And why exactly do you think I wouldn’t want to look at you? How about you explain that one to me, please?” Andy growls, jamming his hands into the pockets of his trousers.                 

“Because I don’t like the way I look right now and I’m pretty sure that if I show you, then you won’t either.”

Andy stares you down, the muscle ticking in his jaw. But you were beyond caring at this point. Right now was about acknowledging the truth regarding your body and the level of comfort you had with it.  

“That’s bullshit, baby.” He rakes an impatient hand through his hair, moussing the auburn strands. “You know I love the way you look. I fucking adore you.”  

“And that last part may very well be true, Big Man.” You concede, toying with the material of your robe. “But I, um...” A lump forms in your throat, but you force yourself to press on. “I do believe you love the way I look when I’m pregnant, yes. So do I…mostly. And you also love the way I look when I’m not pregnant. As in, after I’ve lost a healthy chunk of the baby weight.”  

“What in the–? I mean, Jesus fucking Christ!” Your husband cuts himself off mid-sentence as he rocks back on his heels – as if stunned by your admission. 

“I’m saying this wrong.” Good lord, you needed to get a better handle on the direction of this conversation. “Fuck! I know I am. But I don’t feel very good about myself right now. I don’t want to take off my clothes. I don’t want you to see me in this lingerie. Because I am almost entirely convinced that once you do – once you see all that I’m currently working with – you will change your mind about wanting to sleep with me.”

“You don’t mean that.” Andy scoffs under his breath, which you ignore.

“And if I see that…if I see that switch flip behind your eyes when it finally clicks just how unattractive I truly am…I don’t think I could handle that.”  

As hard as this was, it was important for you to make him understand. And once you were finished, perhaps you could cook the two of you something for dinner.  After that you would simply settle in and enjoy an easy, child-free night.

“Meaning?” Andy grunts.

“Meaning, I’m not taking off this robe tonight.” You blow out a weary breath as your hands go rest on your hips. “In fact, I don’t even know why –”

“Are you finished yet, sweetheart?” Your husband finally interrupts, apparently having had enough of your tirade. “Or do you have more? Because I’ve gotta tell you, as nice as it is that you think you’ve decided all this shit for us, your Daddy has quite a bit to say. So, are you fucking finished?”

“Y–yes.” That strange lump in your throat is back. “But I –”

“Stop. If you’re going to be done, then be done.” Andy interrupts again, scrubbing a tired hand over his face. “Baby Girl…I know what you’re doing. Even if you don’t, even if you can’t see it. I do. And I’m going to put a stop to it right now.”

“I’m just telling us both the truth!” You cry before you can catch yourself. 

“No. You’re feeding us both lies. And I won’t stand for that shit. Not for another goddamned moment. I–I just won’t.”

The passion in his voice is enough to temporarily silence any forthcoming protests. 

“And what’s more,” Andy forges on, “you’re not giving me even a shred of credit here. Which, and I’ve gotta be real honest with you here, kinda pisses me the fuck off.” Now it’s his turn to sigh, although this one is filled with exasperation.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, looking down at your toes.

“Look. At. Me.” The authority in his tone has your head snapping up immediately. 

“Have I ever, and I do mean ever, in all the years we’ve been together, given you any indication that you are anything but beautiful to me?” He takes a step towards you, even as you take one back. “I quite literally worship the ground you walk on, sweetness. Which means that I occasionally notice things, even when you think I don’t.”

Your husband takes another step towards you, and then another. He’s getting closer, purposely crowding you with his big body – essentially trapping you like the predator that he was.   

“There has never been a time, not once, when I have been less than hopelessly attracted to you. I want you all of the goddamned time. And, you know, maybe I should seek professional help for this shit, but I don’t want to. I don’t need to. Because I love my wife. I adore every single inch of you.”

You jump when your back collides with the refrigerator, the cool surface of the stainless steel appliance piercing your skin through the thin fabric of your robe.

“So what is it, Baby Girl? What is that you’ve got under there that’s got you so convinced I’m going to be disgusted by what I see.” Andy levels you with a pointed look as his hands go to gently grip your biceps, caging you in. “What is it you’re trying to hide from me?”

You close your eyes when it becomes too hard to look at the man you loved more than anything - the man who was surely about to become your undoing.     

“While I appreciate your so-called brand of honesty, sometimes it hurts me when you talk about yourself like this. When you doubt yourself in this way. When you doubt me. Doubt us.” Andy briefly rests his forehead against yours before continuing. 

“How am I supposed to help you battle these insecurities if you won’t even let me in the ring, sweetness? Sometimes you make it damn near impossible to – fuck!” He hisses, breaking the almost tender embrace before reminding himself to pause. “Okay.”

“I–I’m sorry, Andrew.” This time you don’t bother trying to fight back the tears when they come. Instead you decide to let them fall, realizing that it might finally be okay to let your husband catch you.

Before you broke completely and shattered into a hundred-million little pieces.   

“Why on earth are you apologizing to me right now?” He cups your face with his hands as he brushes your tears away. “I’m not shaming you. I’m just…” He takes another calming breath. “I’m just talking to you. I thought we were expressing how we felt about things, weren’t we?”

“Yeah.” You give him a quick nod as more tears make their way down your cheeks.  

“Okay.” He presses a sweet kiss to your nose. “Then will you trust me to show you something?” Again you nod before allowing him to lace his fingers through yours and pull you in the direction of the hall.

“Wh–where are we going?”

“Hush.” 

He leads you down the hallway in silence, not stopping until you’re both standing in front of the full-length mirror located in the foyer. And then he reaches around to undo the knot on your robe, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it pool on the floor at your feet. 

“Well, would you look at you? Is this pretty little thing what you bought for me today?”

“Mmhm.” You breathe, resting your head against his broad chest while your man looks his fill. Andy smooths his hands up and down your sides, lovingly kneading your ample curves. “It was the only thing that I felt, um…like it might be okay.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Baby Girl.” Andy playfully nips at your ear. “You still trust me? Okay, good. Then let’s take this off, too.” He reaches for the skirt of your lingerie.

“But why?” You whine, attempting to wiggle out of his hold. Unfortunately for you, your Big Man refuses to let you go. “Wait!”

“I think I’ve waited long enough.” Even though he’s pushing you, you can tell he’s also trying to keep a lid on his patience. “We both have. You got to make your case back there in the kitchen, young lady. Which means it’s now time for your Daddy to make his, don’t you think?”

While you weren’t quite sure where this was going, you also weren’t sure if you were ready to use your safe word yet. If that particular rule even applied right now.

“I – alright.” You concede before lifting your arms so that he can help remove the flimsy garment, leaving you naked and bare to his gaze. Goosebumps rise on your vulnerable flesh as you shiver, but it’s not from the cold.

Safe to say, catching a chill was the last thing on your mind. You just wanted to get this shit over with, whatever it was, and then move the fuck on already.

“Be a good girl and open your eyes for me, little love.” Andy purrs, lightly running his fingers through your curls. “I want to show you what I see every time I look at you.” 

It takes you a moment, but eventually you’re able to do as you’re told. But instead of focusing on your own reflection, you choose to look at your husband – taking comfort in the warmth radiating from him.

You wanted to trust him. You really did.     

“Thank you. Now, I want you to do your best to hear me.” Andy begins as his hands come up to rest themselves on your shoulders. “You are gorgeous no matter what size you are. And I am consistently awed by the fact that you, my darling wife, just gave birth to two healthy babies a little over eight weeks ago. My babies.” You receive a tender kiss to the back of your neck.

Your lower lip begins to tremble of its own accord. But this time you don’t look away, instead you follow the path of his fingers as they trail their way down your body.

“It’s because of you, and your magnificent little body, that I’m lucky enough to have four pieces of heaven running around this house, making noise and causing chaos. Giving me both a reason to live again along with a few new gray hairs at the same time.” 

You watch as he lifts your breasts, hefting the erotic weight of them in his palms. He gently massages them, completely unfazed by the light dribble of milk leaking from your left nipple. Instead you’re treated to another roguish grin as his tongue darts out to greedily lap up the stray drops from his knuckles. 

“Fucking delicious. But stop trying to distract me, baby.” He rasps, his tone just shy of teasing. “We both know you’re not quite ready for me to feast just yet.” And then he winks at you, which suddenly has your legs feeling like jelly. 

Although you flinch when his focus shifts to your belly, the pads of his fingers tracing along one of your more prominent stretch marks. He keeps his touch light - bordering on reverent - as he marvels at the angry stripes painted across your skin.

The ones formed out of a natural bond built between a mother and her children. 

“I love this part of you. This part right here where you – aw, no. Please don’t look away from me, honey.” Andy moves to kiss away a fresh wave of tears. “Let me see those eyes.”  

“I…I...” Your mouth clamps shut as you stifle a hiccup. You grant yourself a couple of seconds before opening your eyes again. This time when you do, you gently place your hands on top of his. “I’m sorry. I know, you love this part of me because of the kids. And I get it, I do. But…” You shake your head and give up.

Because something tells you that perhaps you’d be better off just listening for right now. 

“Yes, I absolutely love this part of you because of our rugrats, but that’s not the only reason. It’s because, as much as I adore your tight little pussy and that spankable ass of yours, your belly has always been it for me.”

“What?” Now that has your full attention.    

“I’m not kidding.” He asserts. “I don’t think I’ve ever shared this with you, probably because I thought I’d run the risk of sounding dumb. But your belly has always been my favorite feature because it’s…it’s my anchor.”

Your husband’s heartfelt admission actually has the nerve to throw you for a bit of a loop.   

“I’m serious.” Andy continues, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your cheek. “There’s something about whenever the world feels like it’s falling apart all around me and then I reach for you, because that’s what I do. And you’re always there for me, my love. Always.” He gives you a light squeeze. “And without fail, you just let me hold you like this, wherever we are. And I just…I feel better.”

“Swear to God, I’m a grown-ass man, but this part of you brings me so much comfort. I understand the fact that you struggle with accepting your body the way it is right now, especially after welcoming the twins. But please believe me when I tell you that where you only seem to see your flaws, I see strength. I see incomparable beauty.” 

Andy takes that moment to fully envelope you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle and burying his face in your hair. You allow yourself to stand there for a little while, drinking in the sight of your devoted husband holding your nude body.

You’ve never felt more loved. More cherished than you did right now.  

“Andy Bear…” You whisper, your voice filled with emotion. “I…I don’t quite see what you see. Not yet. But I do think I feel it now. More than I did anyway.” 

You let out a surprised yip when he spins you around. His intoxicating blue eyes bore into your own as his hands move to tease the globes of your ass.

“You should know that I wasn’t finished yet, princess. I just spent the last several minutes composing a sonnet dedicated to that greedy pussy of yours. Then there’s those luscious thighs, and that ass. I also never really had a thing for feet until I met you, but I’m particularly fond of those too. I’m prepared to wax poetic about it all because I want you to see what I see.” 

A laugh bubbles up in your chest. And when you decide to let it loose, it’s quite literally the most wonderful feeling in the world. You feel lighter than you have in days.

It’s enough to make you start crying all over again.   

“I love you, Andrew Barber.” You murmur, rising on your tiptoes to take his lips in a brief kiss. “And I know you had what I’m sure was one hell of a speech planned, and while I really hate to cut it short, I’m thinking I might wanna take you to bed now.”

“Oh?” His tone is rife with cautious optimism. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.” Giving in to impulse, you proceed to tickle his ears. He makes a show of batting your hands away as he playfully dodges your advances – much to your delight. Although he eventually puts an end to things by picking you up and holding you close.

“But can we maybe take it slow?” You ask as you snuggle into his chest, basking in the safety and security of his familiar scent. 

“Of course.” Andy murmurs as he spins on his heel and heads towards the direction of the stairs. “We have all night, my precious girl.”  

That was the moment you knew without a doubt. The moment you finally believed that everything he’d said, every word he’d spoken to you, had been nothing but the truth.  

And later that night, when you collapsed on the bed feeling completely sated with one another, you thanked your lucky stars that fate had led you into the arms of the one and only Andrew Barber.

END

For more about Andy and Reader's first time making love after welcoming their twins, be sure to check out the sequel, The Green Light: Afterglow.

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A Long Road Home - Page 87 Author's Notes

Page 87

Before Whitestone Andy was established as having red hair in episode 37 I liked Liam’s darkly funny suggestion that he was “the next rope over” on the Sun Tree so I had imagined him as the effigy of Percy.

Which is who he remains in Remember Us:

Her mouth twists in something not quite a smile but not quite a grimace as she moves on to the pale-haired, bespectacled figure of Lord de Rolo. “I went to school with him. Had a bit of an embarrassing crush on him when I was a young girl, in fact. He didn’t feel the same way. But he didn’t deserve to end up like that.”

but I haven’t decided if I’m going to preserve that angle here. In case I do, I decided to split the difference and make his hair strawberry blond.

The Whitestone Andy incident on the show was a lot more sinister than I had originally planned it before e37. In my version (then-unnamed) Matilda was implied to have tried to make friends by showing off her pet frog, whereupon he had reacted with an attitude of “ew, get that away from me, you weirdo” and followed up with the dirt to express his contempt for her weirdness.

(excerpt from a very early outline:)

Page 38 Her childhood was not unlike Imogen's, she thinks — she grew up on a small farm on the outskirts of Whitestone, living simply with her parents. (We see her, looking more human now but still a little odd, working in the garden alongside her father and in the kitchen baking gingerbread with her mother.) Her powers of shadow sorcery manifested at a young age, though, and earned her the mistrust of the neighbors. She spent most of her time alone, playing in the woods in the company of her own imagination. (We see her about nine performing to an audience of some ghastly-looking ragdolls, a cat, a gourd with a face drawn on it, and an indifferent frog.)  She was a bit of a late bloomer, as well, which made social interactions a challenge. (We see her 13 years old showing off her frog to a young boy her own age, but he retaliates by throwing dirt in her face and running away.) 

But the frog remains as a relic of that earlier version.

The scene of him that was revealed in the episode, where he has weaponized her crush on him to lure her into an alley for the specific purpose of humiliating her, suggests a much more malevolent Andy than I had imagined. I decided to include the other boys he alludes to although they don’t appear in the stream, because making fun of a girl whose awkward affections the other boys tease him about without the audience of those boys crosses the line from bullying to sociopathy.

The posters on the walls here are advertisements for Dr. Dranzel’s Spectacular Travelling Troupe and The Alcove, a magic shop visited by Vox Machina (and Percy was on good terms with the proprietor before the Briarwood occupation, so presumably it was in business around this time).

[gay-noodle-clan]

Don’t know if anyone’s interested, but I want to introduce my DR self.

This is Andi Grei Ruenhaert, fourth born child of Talsen Ruenhaert, king of Lelyra, and Shasta Indarain, queen of Lelyra and High Priestess of the Goddess of Fate.

- Andi’s pronouns are She / They.

- Andi is half kienrif, a species I created. Kienrif are shapeshifters that can only turn into one animal: tiger, lion, wolf, coyote, bear, hyena, leopard, jaguar, elk. Tigers are mostly extinct, but as the art shows, there is a tiger behind her. This is her other form.

- Andi is 6’9, due to being half kienrif through her father’s side, a species known for their height. She is actually unusually small for the species, due to her being only half. Her tiger form is also rather small, only the size of the average wolf.

- Andi is a quarter Wood Elf and a quarter Hummingbird Fae through her mother’s side, giving her an unusually long lifespan, pointed ears, and a rather quick but graceful step.

- Andi was born September 19, 1374 A.D. In most of my DRs, it is the year 1397 A.D., making Andi 23 years old.

- Andi lives in Miðrfold, but was born in the realm Tasmuidal. For reference, our reality / realm is Heltensrike. Miðrfold is another reality / realm that is connected to Heltensrike, and to Tasmuidal, and translates to the Middle Realm. Tasmuidal is the “final” realm / reality, and is considered unholy or dead lands.

- Tasmuidal has 2 countries, Auluiria and Lelyra. Andi is from Lelyra, a place that snows year-round. They rely heavily on trade for food and supplies, and often eat the northern Leopard Seal selkies so that they can avoid trade a bit more and not have to keep an eye out for hungry selkies stealing children.

- Andi is very soft spoken and sweet, but is able to stand up for herself when necessary. She is very well-liked, though, and is rumoured to be the next Sylvati, something akin to the magical leader of the realm.

- It varies who her romantic partner is, depending entirely on what DR I am in.

- The way Andi ends up in DRs is that she touches an auyura, or a magical fae’s gate, and it takes her to an unknown, uncharted place, the DR. For reference, she touches the gate, and ends up in My Hero Academia.

- Andi has plant-related magic due to being a quarter Wood Elf, and has the ability to understand animals if she learns their language. This is usually a common tongue amongst animals of an area—rabbits, bobcats, and squirrels would all speak the same rough common tongue in a northern pine forest where they live together, that an elf could learn. But the bobcats of different regions could understand each other through their own first language, but the elf would have to learn that language separately, because it is a different language from the pine forest’s common tongue… there’s a lot of different languages to learn. Most elves specialise in certain species or areas. Andi chooses to specialise in smaller woodland mammals. Whereas her grandmother, Svea, understands dragons, because she’s learned that language. It took Svea a couple hundred years, though.

- Andi knows 13 different languages: “Not too many. Icelandic, Germanic, Danish, Swedish, Finnish, Faroese, Estonian, Norwegian, Greek, Portuguese, Ukrainian, a bit of French, Japanese, Mandarin and Cantonese, Korean, Doric, and Elvish. It is embarrassingly little, unfortunately.” She has the life goal of learning as many languages as possible. Although she refuses to learn English, mostly out of spite for having found the language too difficult when she was younger.

- Andi is incredibly intelligent, but is usually in her own world. Good luck getting her to respond when she’s daydreaming.

And that’s my DR self! Yes I made her special, because it’s my DR, so why not? Andi is my DR self in all of my DRs (30+), except for 3.

There’s more about her, too, if anyone is ever interested. I don’t refer to myself as Andi because in this reality, that isn’t who I am. I’m Andi in another reality, and prefer to stay Noodlers in this reality.

However, please feel free to ask me about her if I missed anything!

[xsapphirescrollsx]

Bitch! Please write Demon Dr. Barber x plus size BLACK reader & Make it Nasty!!

Demon Dr Barbar x Plus Size Black Reader

@titty-teetee Deffo rusty, lol but I tried! I hope you like it <3

Andrew Barber, Andy for short and Doctor Barber to his patients, tossed the razor sharp edged blade to the wood floor of your bedroom. He watched your hip writhe under his grip as the rest of your underwear fell away. On his knees, his fingers delicately unfolding you, spreading you open as a bible to a theologian. Andy’s eyes burned with hate but his heart, if you could call that black void a caring center, filled with obsession. 

He licked long, tasting what was now his, the bushy hair of his chin tickled your skin in the wake his tongue and you shuddered. His long fingers glided over the curvy lines of your hips, he pushed his face in harder to your core and pulled you closer as he sunk his tongue all the way in. An unexpected shriek from your throat hardened his dick. The tortured squirming, the hurting and yearning panted whimpering he caused you to express exploded pride in his chest.

Andy felt his eyes cloud, he wasn’t afraid but he knew you might be as he rose from between your thick legs. It was time, he decided. He was was glad of the dim light shade, but as the darkness swirled inside him it pulled away the golden hue illuminating the room. He watched you now, laying there your skin glowing under what might be described as moonlight. You opened your eyes looked toward him as Andy slowly descended over your body.

His legs between yours, spreading you further open, he felt the jump in your heartbeat as your eyes met his now completely blackened orbs. He smiled down at you while grabbing your wrists in anticipation that you might try and fight back. 

“It’s time to pay your due,” his deep voice whispered. 

He watched you blink once, twice, and struggle to understand what you were seeing. And like he knew you would you did try move from him. Andy held you there, his hips pushed forward. This was his favorite moment, your eyes widen as he invaded your will, your body.

Wicked. If demons could love this was it. Pouncing on the woman, you, that he wanted to possess body and soul Andy began to ensure that you took every inch of him. And when your mouth fell open in a silent scream he put his mouth over yours. His devilish forked tongue, surprisingly warm and wet slid in. He jerked your hands over your head, picked up his thrusting pace and kept taking your breath away with every rub of his tongue over yours. Consuming you and feeling you give over your will to only him Andy promised himself this one would be different.

This human woman would live. Even as ghostly wisps of black shadow descended over and with every breath you strived for started to feel as if your lifeforce was draining. Andy held back and waited.

Your pained moans turned to yearning whispers after every kiss. You cinched around him the shorter his strokes became. Faster, more driven thrusts had your body shaking until you reached the pleasurable end. But Andy kept going. Once again devoting himself to holding back his instinct to send you into a delicious anguishing experience for his pleasure. He allowed another desire to take root, one that usurped the will of his human mother. The one his angel father used to conquer a mortal womb.

Andy let go, pouring sinfulness into you and the room went black.  

[f-o-and-selfship-club]

NEW F/O List!!!

Romantic F/Os❤️💖

Scarecrow (Batman The Animated Series, The New Batman Adventures, Nolanverse, Brave and The Bold, Arkhamverse, Fear State, Injustice 2, Audio Adventures, Tomorrow-Verse, Harley Quinn Series and Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Luigi, Bowser and Daisy (Mario)

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Mad Hatter (Batman The Animated Series)

Penguin and Ragdoll (The Batman 2004 Series)

Riddler (The Batman 2004 Series and Arkham Knight)

Joker (Batman The Animated Series and The Batman 2004 Series)

The Question and Huntress (Justice League Unlimited)

Gentleman Ghost (Justice League Unlimited and Batman - The Brave and The Bold)

Spawn (Image Comics)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Snork (Moomins - 1990s)

Radley Heeler and Frisky Heeler (Bluey)

Wes Weasley (Adventures of Sonic The Hedgehog)

Unexplained Noises (Orion and The Dark)

Mr Shark and Diane Foxington (The Bad Guys)

Doctor Octopus, Vulture, Electro and Shocker (Spectacular Spider Man)

Bender (Futurama)

Po and Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda)

Mr Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Alastor, Zestial, Velvette and Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzø, Paimon, Asmodeus, Sallie May and Striker (Helluva Boss)

Dr Krankcase (Skylanders)

Professor Venomous (OK K.O)

Girlfriend, Chris, Nikku, Nikusa, Garcello and Tabi (Friday Night Funkin)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Zavok and Zazz (Sonic)

Paintbrush, Silver Spoon, Candle, MePhone4S, Bandana and Hay Bale (Inanimate Insanity)

Conch Shell and PDA (The Power of Two)

Needle, Pen, Donut and Tennis Ball (Battle For Dream Island)

Six, Lollipop and Gaty (Battle For BFB)

Thrax (Osmosis Jones)

Amadeus Wolfgeist, Hellen Gravely and Morty (Luigi's Mansion)

Scar and Lex Woods (Alien Vs Predator)

Vex (Sackboy - A Big Adventure)

Sideshow Bob, Ned Flanders, Moe Syzlack and Waylon Smithers (The Simpsons)

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)

The Earl and The DangerGrid of Doom (Skatoony)

Monica (Oggy and The Cockroaches)

Black Hat (Villainous)

Jafar (Disney's Aladdin)

Maleficent (Disney's Sleeping Beauty)

Captain Hook (Disney's Peter Pan)

Hades (Disney's Hercules)

Katz, Freaky Fred and Computer (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Espresso Cookie, Clover Cookie and Frost Queen Cookie (Cookie Run - Kingdom)

Rainbow Dash, Princess Cadence, Discord, Cheese Sandwich, Trenderhoof, Pinkie Pie and Tree Hugger (My Little Pony)

Fear (Inside Out)

Eddie Brock/Venom (Venom)

The Mole (Happy Tree Friends)

Goofy (Disney)

Simon Belmont (Captain N The Game Master)

Chris McLean (Total Drama)

Nordic Bunny (Shred Force)

Mr Puzzles (SMG4)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

MX (Mario 85 and Mario's Madness)

Dr Nefarious and Emperor Nefarious (Ratchet and Clank)

Claude Frollo and Esmeralda (Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Ales Mansay and Mr Dark (Rayman)

Ramon/Rayman (Captain Laserhawk)

Midnite and Edge (Mario + Rabbids)

Darkwing Duck, QuackerJack and Negaduck (Darkwing Duck)

Sniper, Medic and Spy (Team Fortress 2)

Right Hand Man (Henry Stickmin)

Wally Darling (Welcome Home)

Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Dr Strangeglove and Luvli (Moshi Monsters)

NOS-4-A2, Zurg and Ty Parsec (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

Emperor Belos and Raine Whispers (Owl House)

Devil, King Dice and Baroness Von Bon Bon (Cuphead Show)

Elvira (Elvira, Mistress of the Dark and Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Sweet Tooth (Twisted Metal TV series)

Topsy (Raggedy Ann and Andy - A Musical Adventure)

Bella and Wally Ribbiton (Amphibia)

[Queerplatonic]🍀💚

Maud Pie (My Little Pony)

Rattlesnake Jake (Rango)

Ford Pines (Gravity Falls)

Trenderman (Creepypasta)

Gaston (Disney's Beauty and the Beast)

Toffee (Star VS The Forces of Evil)

Rita (Flushed Away)

[Crushes]🌸

Pinstripe Potoroo (Crash Bandicoot)

Tawna Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot 4 - It's About Time)

Kasane Teto (Vocaloid UTAU)

Rango and Beans (Rango)

Peppino Spaghetti (Pizza Tower)

Nasira (Disney's Aladdin in Nasira's Revenge)

Anxiety (Inside Out)

Gia (Madagascar)

Joe Dalton (The Daltons)

Lampy (The Brave Little Toaster)

Platonic F/Os💛🌹

Kuromi and Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Moony (ENA)

Henry Stickmin, Ellie Rose, Reginald Copperbottom and Sven Svensson (Henry Stickmin)

Dr Flug and White Hat (Villainous)

Benrey (Half Life VR)

Boyfriend, Carol, Annie, Pom Pom and Ash (Friday Night Funkin)

Edd, Eduardo and Zanta Claws (Eddsworld)

Ell (Ellsworld)

Rayman (Rayman and Animated Series)

Globox, Grand Minimus and Teensies (Rayman)

Betina (Rayman the Animated Series)

Flynn, Cali, Hugo, Tessa, Eye Brawl, Chop Chop and Wrecking Ball (Skylanders)

Bambi and Faline (Disney's Bambi)

SpongeBob SquarePants, Patrick Star, Sandy Cheeks and Karen Plankton (SpongeBob)

Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Poppet, Zommer and Katsuma (Moshi Monsters)

Wall-E, EVE and M-O (Wall-E)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Nifty and Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Bunny, Kitty, Shirley the Medium, Cajun Fox and Black Puddle Queen (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Anne Boonchuy and Sasha Waybright (Amphibia)

Red Action (OK K.O)

Cream Puff Cookie, Strawberry Crepe Cookie and Cherry Blossom Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Rocko Rama and Filburt Shellbach (Rocko's Modern Life)

Maria (Unicorn Wars)

Luca Paguro (Luca)

Curse Of X, Lord X and NormalCD (VS Sonic.EXE)

Bubble, Ice Cube and Pin (Battle For Dream Island)

Four, Eight, Nine, Ten, Fourteen, Five and Two (Battle for BFB)

Iscream, Fwench Fwy and Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)

Freckles and Rocky (Lackadaisy)

Alex, Marty and Vitaly (Madagascar)

Charlie Dompler and Pim Pimling (Smiling Friends)

Mario, Peach, Wario and Toad (Mario)

Sonic, Amy Rose, Vector, Chip and Tangle (Sonic)

Knuckles (Sonic Movie)

Po, Laa-Laa, Tinky Winky and Dipsy (Teletubbies)

Alice (Batman The Animated Series)

Donutella (Donutella)

Bianca (Pokémon)

Nazz (Ed, Edd N Eddy)

Oggy and Marky (Oggy and The Cockroaches)

Verosika Mayday, Collin, Vortex and Queen Bee-Zlebub (Helluva Boss)

Pomni and Jax (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Gus Porter and Hunter (Owl House)

N-Gin, Small Norm, Big Norm, Komodo Joe and Komodo Moe (Crash Bandicoot)

GB (Mario's Madness)

Bullfrog (Captain Laserhawk)

Bubble (Fundamental Paper Education)

Glendale (Centaurworld)

Vanity Smurf (Smurfs)

Bernie and Marina (Zig and Sharko)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Snorky, Fleegle, Drooper and Bingo (The Banana Splits)

Karen, Axol and SMG3 (SMG4)

Fred Jones (Scooby Doo)

Suki (Avatar - The Last Airbender)

Familial F/Os💙🍒

[Parents]🍁

Bandit Heeler, Chilli Heeler, Calypso, Pat and Brandy Heeler (Bluey)

Eda Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorne, Darius Deamone and Camila Noceda (Owl House)

Millie, Moxxie and Stolas (Helluva Boss)

Lucifer Morningstar, Rosie, Carmilla Carmine and Husk (Hazbin Hotel)

Jack Skellington and Sally (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Moominpappa and Moominmamma (Moomin)

Mama White and Papa White (Sanrio)

Victor, Laverne and Archdeacon (Disney's Hunchback Of Notre Dame)

King Andrias and Lady Olivia (Amphibia)

Lila and John (Spooky Month)

Wallace, Lady Tottington and Wendolene Ramsbottom (Wallace and Gromit)

Muriel Bagge (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Yor Forger and Loid Forger (Spy X Family)

Solazar, Ruv, Sarvente and Dr Springheel (Friday Night Funkin)

Alice (Pokémon - Rise of Darkrai)

Count Bleck and Tippi (Super Paper Mario)

Tankman and Steve (Tankmen)

King Boo and Rosalina (Mario)

Dr Eggman and Vanilla (Sonic)

Optimus Prime (Transformers)

Ventriloquist and Scarface (Batman The Animated Series)

Catwoman (The Batman 2004 Series)

Connor and Lieutenant Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Jason Voorhess and Pamela Voorhees (Friday The 13th - Original)

Ragatha and Kinger (The Amazing Digital Circus)

EteleD/Henry Morris and Corrupted Mii/Austin Sanders (Wii Deleted You)

Genie (Disney's Aladdin)

Mrs Piggy and Swedish Chef (Muppets)

Mao Mao, Badgerclops, Shin Mao and Eugene (Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart)

Funella and Furgus (Furchester Hotel)

Majin Sonic (VS Sonic.EXE)

Clarabelle Cow, Horace Horsecollar, Oswald The Lucky Rabbit and Ortensia the Cat (Disney)

Tom Wachowski and Maddie Wachowski (Sonic Movie)

Melman and Gloria (Madagascar)

Smee (Disney's Peter Pan)

Mona and Mike (Warioware)

Rarity, Princess Celestia and Thorax (My Little Pony)

[Siblings]🦋

Moomintroll, Snorkmaiden and Little My (Moomin)

Octavia and Loona (Helluva Boss)

Bluey Heeler, Bingo Heeler, Rusty and Mackenzie Border Collie (Bluey)

Slushi (Chikn Nuggit)

Marcy Wu/Darcy, Sprig Plantar and Polly Plantar (Amphibia)

Mabel Pines, Wendy Corduroy and Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls)

Meggy Spletzer, Tari and Melony (SMG4)

Meilin Lee, Miriam Mendelsohn, Priya Mangal and Abby Park (Turning Red)

Jenny Wakeman (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Soft Boyfriend and Soft Mouse (Friday Night Funkin - Soft)

Streber (Spooky Month)

Rabbid Rosalina (Mario + Rabbids)

Tails, Blaze and Espio (Sonic)

Giulia Marcovaldo (Luca)

Selever, Rasazy, Cassette Girl, Sunday, Rascal and Hex (Friday Night Funkin)

Nezuko Komado (Demon Slayer)

Shaggy Rogers and Madelyn Dinkley (Scooby Doo)

Darrell, Shannon, Raymond, Enid and KO (OK K.O)

Dee Dee (Dexter's Laboratory)

Edd/Double D (Ed Edd n Eddy)

Olivia (Oggy and The Cockroaches)

Hilda (Hilda)

Iris (Pokémon)

Patsy Smiles (Camp Lazlo)

Noisette (Pizza Tower)

Orbulon (Warioware)

Tiana and Charlotte La Bouff (Princess and The Frog)

Loona (Helluva Boss)

Emily, Odette, Clara and Nifty (Hazbin Hotel)

Wubbzy, Widget, Walden and Daizy (Wow! Wow! Wubbzy)

Luz Noceda, Willow Park, Vee, Collector, Eberwolf and Kikimora (Owl House)

N (Murder Drones)

Zooble (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Charles Calvin (Henry Stickmin)

DogDay, CraftyCorn, Hoppy Hopscotch, KickinChicken, CatNap and Boogie Bot (Poppy Playtime)

Molly McGee and Libby Stein-Torres (Ghost and Molly McGee)

Sniffles and Lammy (Happy Tree Friends)

Toaster (The Brave Little Toaster)

Elflin (Kirby)

Phoebe (Furchester Hotel)

Gordi (Unicorn Wars)

Tord and Tom (Eddsworld)

Tamara (Ellsworld)

Mags (Skylanders)

Squid Ink Cookie, Parfait Cookie and Custard Cookie III (Cookie Run - Kingdom)

Iris (Pokémon)

Lamb and Goat (Cult of the Lamb)

Berk (The Trap Door)

Pasadena O'Possum, Lani-Loli, Crash Bandicoot and Coco Bandicoot (Crash Bandicoot)

[Children]🍰

Child! Blitzø, Child! Stolas, Child! Octavia, Child! Fizzarolli, Oliver and Child! Moxxie (Helluva Boss)

Pom Pom, Lila, Muffin and Socks (Bluey)

Cyan Fitzgerald (Todd McFarlane's Spawn)

Penny Crygor, Kat, Ana, Ashley and 9-Volt (Warioware)

Hello Kitty, Mimmy White, Fifi, My Melody, My Sweet Piano and Julianna Scott (Sanrio)

Eri and Kota Izumi (My Hero Academia)

Maggie Simpson (The Simpsons)

Nugget (Super Meat Boy Forever)

Anya Forger (Spy X Family)

Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls)

Adorabat (Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart)

Skid, Pump and Robert (Spooky Month)

Hat Kid (A Hat In Time)

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Cream, Cheese, Orbot, Cubot, Sage and Charmy Bee (Sonic)

Kirby, Ribbon and Adeleine (Kirby)

SCP-053 and SCP-239 (SCP)

Baby Doll (Batman The Animated Series)

Cub (Happy Tree Friends)

Lazlo, Gretchen and Edward (Camp Lazlo)

X and Cake (Battle For BFB)

Lumas (Mario)

Baby Mario, Baby Luigi, Baby Peach, Bowser Jr, Boo and Luma (Mario)

Onion Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Three Diablos (Puss In Boots: The Three Diablos)

QT (Friday Night Funkin)

Fink (O.K KO)

Pinocchio (Disney's Pinocchio - 1940s)

Egg Boiz (Hazbin Hotel)

Blanky (Brave Little Toaster)

Flips (Rayman The Animated Series)

Henry Hugglemonster (Henry Hugglemonster)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Gangle (The Amazing Digital Circus)

[Others]💜

Grandma White - grandmother and Grandpa White - grandfather (Sanrio)

Chris Heeler - grandmother, Trixie Heeler - aunt and Stripe Heeler - uncle (Bluey)

Gwendolyn Clawthorne - grandmother, Edric Blight - cousin and Emira Blight - cousin (Owl House)

Nanny Plum - grandmother and Wise Old Elf - grandfather (Ben and Holly's Little Kingdom)

Uncle Hairy - uncle (Humf)

Isabel - cousin (Furchester Hotel)

Samantha Coleman - cousin (Wii Deleted You)

Alice Green - grandmother (Big City Greens)

Alicia - grandmother (Pokémon - Rise of Darkrai)

Nina Cortex - niece (Crash Bandicoot)

Burt Curtis - cousin, Earrings - cousin and Dave Panpa - cousin (Henry Stickmin)

Dribble - uncle, Spitz - cousin and Dr Crygor - grandfather (Warioware)

Soft Pico - cousin (Friday Night Funkin - Soft)

Hop Pop Plantar - grandfather (Amphibia)

Iroh - uncle (Avatar - The Last Airbender)

Granny Smith - grandmother, Pharynx - uncle and Princess Luna - aunt (My Little Pony)

Leatherface/Bubba Sawyer - uncle (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

May Parker - aunt (Spectacular Spider Man)

Pet F/Os🐑🤍

Gidget, Daisy and Chloe (The Secret Life of Pets)

Fat Nuggets and Keekee (Hazbin Hotel)

King, Hooty, Flapjack and Clover (Owl House)

Thumper (Disney's Bambi)

SCP-999 and SCP-131 (SCP)

Artemis, Diana and Luna (Sailor Moon)

Zero (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Puss in Boots, Kitty Softpaws and Perrito (Puss in Boots)

Gary (SpongeBob)

Ringo (Eddsworld)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Shirousa, Kurousa, Strawberryusa, Blueberryusa, Momousa, Vanilla, Aousa, Pandausa, Balletusa and Primausa (Sugarbunnies)

Pusheen (Pusheen The Cat)

Cheezborger and Chikn Nuggit (Chikn Nuggit)

505 (Villainous)

Gromit, Feathers McGraw and Hutch (Wallace and Gromit)

Jeffrey The Land Shark (It's Jeff)

Polterpup (Luigi's Mansion)

Jess (Postman Pat)

Garfield and Odie (Garfield)

Skipper, Kowalski, Rico and Private (Madagascar and Penguins of Madagascar)

Bond Forger (Spy X Family)

Courage and Le Quack (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Hypno (Pokémon and Friday Night Funkin: Lullaby)

Pikachu, Pichu, Jigglypuff, Eevee, Sylveon, Darkrai, Piplup, Wynaut, Manaphy, Togepi, Togekiss, Pawmi, Mudkip, Torchic, Chikorita, Jirachi, Emolga, Axew, Cosmog, Mew, Celebi, Zorua, Minccino, Cinccino, Ralts, Azurill, Latios, Latias, Riolu, Lucario, Buneary, Dwebble, Altaria, Swablu, Quaxly, Espurr, Meowstic, Gengar, Misdreavus, Audino and Diancie (Pokémon)

Shinto (Friday Night Funkin: Lullaby)

Scooby Doo (Scooby Doo)

Chao and Yacker (Sonic)

Rilakkuma

Zippy (TUFF Puppy)

Pugsley (Dead End: Paranormal Park)

Jiji (Kiki's Delivery Service)

Mog and Owl (Meg and Mog)

Peep, Quack and Chirp (Peep and The Big Wide World)

Baby Rox, Jeepers, Sleepypaws, Shishi, Holga, Suey, Fifi, Capt Squirk, Tomba, Kissy, Roxy, Grinny, Gabby, Mr Snoodle, Scamp, Bingo, Misty, Blinky, Marsha, Priscilla, Gingersnap, Fernando, Scrumpy, Penny, Tingaling, Pip, Prof Purplex, Honey and Nodkins (Moshi Monsters)

Nine (Frankenstein's Cat)

(dividers owned by @enchanthings-a)

Pr0ships, c0mships, bigots, z00, anti-self shippers, NSFW, necr0 and p#do DNI!!!

[soonintheclouds]

Pastors’ Point of View (PPOV) no. 293. Prophecy update. Drs. Andy Woods & Jim McGowan. 3-15-24

Prophecy update. Topics covered: Israel Alone, Gog-Magog, Cashless, Babylon, Days of Lot

[silvershewolf247]

Madman

The next couple of days were painfully slow and passed all too quickly. Not that Andy could keep track of them. He had tried to make a note of how many times Chucky cleaned his leg. But his drug-induced haze made that impossible. And anytime Andy thought he might be waking up a bit or getting some feeling back in his leg, Chucky would come over with that fucking needle. He couldn’t believe how much he missed being in pain.  

Chucky had gone back to spending his time with Andy. Chucky didn’t put the gag back in. There wasn’t a point. The drugs softened any attempt to yell or curse out Chucky. At this point, Andy hated hearing his own voice more than Chucky did. Andy was trying to plan something, but everything felt too fucking foggy. Eventually, his stupor was interrupted by the sounds of heels on creaky floorboards. Andy groaned. Chucky laughed. 

“Doc, what do I owe the pleasure?” Chucky asked. 

“Charlie, you know why I’m here,” Dr. Mixter said. 

“I know,” Chucky said, gesturing to Andy “But he might not, so let’s have some fun with it,” Chucky finished. Dr. Mixter rolled her eyes as she approached. 

“I’m sure he’s figured it out,” Dr. Mixter said, as she grabbed Andy’s leg. Andy was surprised he could feel her do it. It felt more like pressure than pain and it was easy for Andy to avoid reacting, but he could definitely feel something. Then he heard some snipping. His face went white as he looked up and saw the sutures being pulled out, piece by piece. Andy thought he was going to puke. Pure terror finally broke through the fog he'd been trapped in. He tried to breathe, to think of something, anything, as she pulled out the last suture. Andy looked at Chucky and noted something.

“You don’t have the heart,” Andy said, bluntly, the fear and desperation just under the surface. 

“No, Tiffany took it in the divorce,” Chucky responded, his voice tinged with bitterness. Then he leaned closer, patted Andy’s chest, and continued, “But I don’t need it. You were the first, after all.” 

“You ran out of time,” Andy responded his desperation to find a hole in Chucky’s plan coming through. Chucky sat back up.

“See that’s something I’ve been thinking about. Ya see,” Chucky started, gesturing to Andy’s body and the mess of wounds and scars.

“This has all been very meditative for me,” Chucky said. He looked at the mess of scars up Andy’s arm with a fond smile. 

“Reminds me a bit of painting, with a different type of canvas,” Chucky said, tracing the scars with his hand. 

“Of course, I imagine we’ve both been reflecting these last couple of months,” Chucky said, Andy glared at him. 

“Me. I was thinking about what dear old John told me,” Chucky continued, “And I realized, he never actually gave me a time limit.” Chucky gestured to himself. 

“I gave myself one, and you want to know why?” he asked. Andy didn’t respond. 

“Well I hate to admit it, I was scared,” Chucky continued, “Scared of dying again, scared of it being permanent, scared of what might come next.” Andy noticed the doctor finishing wrapping up his leg. He could feel his heart in his throat. 

“So I didn’t let myself win, but you know what Andy…” Chucky said, leaning in close again, “I’m not scared anymore.” 

“Are you?” he asked. Chucky moved his hand to Andy’s head. 

“Wait!” Andy screamed, finally getting his voice back. Chucky hesitated,

“Please…” Andy said, barely able to breathe, “Please, just fucking kill me.” They were both quiet for a minute. Chucky looked dumbfounded. 

“Are you… begging me?” Chucky asked. He leaned back onto his feet. 

“You haven’t begged me for anything since you were six,” Chucky continued, astonished. 

“You must really fucking hate this,” Chucky said. Andy looked away. Chucky grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it until Andy looked back at him. 

“Look at me,” Chucky said. He paused, almost disbelieving, “This is what really scares you,” he raised his hand. Andy was silent. 

“Buddy, you’re asking me for a fucking favor, least you can do is answer me,” Chucky said. Andy stayed silent. Chucky shrugged and put his hand on Andy’s head. 

“Yes, fucking yes. Okay!” Andy screamed. Chucky smiled, kept his hand there for a second, and watched the fear grow on Andy’s face. Then he moved some of Andy’s matted hair out of his face. Chucky laughed, while Andy realized he hadn’t been breathing.

“Be honest, is this what keeps you up at night?” Chucky continued, he was smiling. 

“I’ve had nightmares about it,” Andy responded. 

“For how long?” Chucky asked, his smile growing bigger. Andy took in a deep breath. 

“I had them a few times after the first time you died, less than I dreamt about you killing me.” Andy started. He looked away for a second, getting caught up in his horrible memories before Chucky yanked his hair again. Andy grimaced. 

“But they became more frequent after the first time you came back, especially after the Good Guy factory,” Andy continued. Chucky’s smile broke out into a laugh.

“Wow, y’know, when I picked…” Chucky started, still laughing. Then he stopped for a second.  

“Ah fuck!” he exclaimed, “What was that annoying little shit’s name? The one from your stupid military school” Chucky said, getting a bit frustrated. But not enough to take the smile from his face. 

“Tyler?” Andy asked. 

“Tyler, that’s it, annoying little Tyler,” Chucky said somewhat relieved. 

“When I picked Tyler over you, I thought I was fucking you over. Making it so I could kill you. But it was a relief to you, wasn’t it?” Chucky asked. Andy was silent for a second. 

“Yes,” Andy admitted, shame in his voice. Chucky laughed

“And when I possessed Nica, I bet your first thought was ‘better her than me’,” Chucky said. 

“Not in those exact words…” Andy said, “But a similar sentiment.”

Chucky threw his head back and laughed, practically falling onto his ass. Andy saw his chance and swiped Chucky’s knife off his side. He hid it under him before Chucky looked back down. 

“You really are a fucked up little coward, aren’t ya?” Chucky said, repositioning himself over Andy.

“Honestly Andy, if I had known how much you despised the idea of me possessing you,” Chucky started. He leaned in closer, “I never would’ve stopped trying,” he finished whispering into Andy’s ear. Chucky laughed as he leaned back. He put his hand on Andy’s head. 

“Ade beaucoup Damballa! Give me the power I beg of you,” Chucky started. The thunder and lightning started up. 

And the knife finally sliced through Andy’s second restraint. Andy grabbed the knife with his opposite hand and jammed it into the open mound of flesh on the side of Chucky’s head, covering himself in blood and knocking Chucky off the table. 

“Fuck!” Chucky exclaimed. 

He made quick work of unlatching his legs. Mixter grabbed a needle out of her bag and went to stab the back of his neck. But Andy snapped back and elbowed her. Andy was up and out before either of them could get back up. 

Andy ran through the night on pure fear and adrenaline. He didn’t feel the blood rush back into his leg as he got up. He didn’t feel his muscles screaming being put back into motion after months of unuse. He didn’t feel the rain soaking through his clothes as he ran. He didn’t feel the scraping of thorned brushes. And when he finally reached a road, he didn’t feel fear jumping in front of a moving car. 

A woman in her late thirties stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She was screaming. As she walked up to Andy, he tried to catch his breath. He grabbed her shoulders desperately trying to keep himself stable. She started screaming. 

“Wait,” Andy yelled over her continued screaming, she tried to pull away. He was soaking wet and covered in blood, he knew he must look like a madman. 

“Please, listen to me,” he screamed over her. She stopped screaming for a second.  

“Someone is trying to chase me down and do something horrible to me” Andy started, he looked around to see if he could see any sign of Chucky or Mixter. 

“I need to get out of here, I don’t care how, have me hospitalized, institutionalized, arrested, hit me with your car, I don’t care, I need to get out of here,” he said. His voice was manic and desperate. She was clearly scared, but she heard what he said.  

“Please,” he begged. He let her go, she shook him off, he noticed the blood staining her shirt now. She looked him over and took in the bits of scar tissue that slipped into view through his clothes. They stood there for a second, Andy looked around again. Still no sign of Chucky or his doctor. 

“Okay,” she said opening her back door, “Get in. I’ll take you to the hospital.” Andy smiled at her and got in. 

“Don’t try anything funny, I have a gun and I will shoot,” she said. Andy could tell she was bluffing. The drive took 20 minutes, and it was hazy, he was fighting off the urge to pass out, in case Chucky was still in pursuit. She pulled over next to a hospital entrance. 

“Thank you, you have no idea how much I owe you,” Andy said, as he got out. She smiled at him as she drove off. He had finally started feeling everything wrong with his body and he was grabbing onto a railing for support, then onto the door handle.  

Once he got inside, he smiled and laughed, thinking about how Chucky couldn’t get him in front of all these people. Then his leg gave out under him. Andy didn’t feel himself fall to the floor. And the nurses fussing around him were just blurs with muffled voices. 

When Andy came to later, he tried to sit up, only to find his arms and legs were restrained again. He was ready to scream until he noticed the white walls, the wood floor, and the smell of disinfectant. It was the first time in his life that he found comfort in a hospital. He smiled and was about to let himself drift off again. Feeling comfortable for the first time in who knows how long. 

As he closed his eyes, he heard the door open and footsteps. It was a police officer. He looked vaguely familiar. But Andy couldn’t be sure, he had met a lot of policemen. Whether they be Norris’s poker buddies or any of his numerous interrogators. 

“Hello there Mr. Barclay,” he said. He held a file under his arm. 

“I’m Officer James,” Andy turned his head to him. He sat in the chair next to Andy’s bed and took a leather notepad out of his pocket. He rested it with the file on the table rest connected to the chair. 

“We’re all very relieved to have found you,” he started. Andy turned his head away and looked blankly at the ceiling. 

“I’m here to ask you a few questions,” he continued. Andy didn’t respond. 

“Mr. Barclay,” he said, trying to get Andy’s attention. 

“Can I please ask you some questions?” he asked. Andy continued staring at the ceiling. 

“I can’t exactly stop you,” Andy said. His voice was monotone. 

“Mr. Barclay, the doctors noted your body has quite a bit of recovering wounds and recently developed scar tissue,” he started. 

“That’s not a question,” Andy said. The officer took a deep breath, annoyed at the comment. And made a note on his leather pad.

“My question is… what happened?” he clarified. 

“I was held prisoner and tortured, I don’t know how long it went on,” Andy said. The officer nodded. 

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” the officer’s voice was unemotive, “Can you tell me who did this?” he asked.  

“Dr. Mixter,” Andy said. The officer made a note and looked at him skeptically. 

“Your psychiatrist did this?” he clarified. 

“Yes,” Andy said. 

“Her notes on you indicate you’ve always been quite hostile to her,” he responded. 

“You don’t believe me,” Andy said, finally looking at the officer. 

“Dr. Mixter volunteers at a nearby school for troubled children. She’s done a lot of good for the community. And most notably, she has put immense effort into helping you recover from your mental breakdown, at little monetary benefit to herself. You have to understand that it’s a bit of a stretch to believe,” he responded. 

“She’s going to hurt other people if you don’t stop her, and it will be your fault,” Andy said, his voice monotonous. The officer made another note. 

“You have to understand that you aren’t exactly a reliable source for information,” he said. 

“I don’t care if you believe me, just keep her away from me,” Andy said. 

“Of course, you won’t have to see her if you don’t want to,” he said. Andy nodded. 

The officer seemed to take that as a cue to continue his questions.

“Why did you leave Harrogate?” he asked.

“Aside from my doctor being a psychotic bitch?” Andy asked. The officer didn’t seem amused. He made another note. Andy looked back at the ceiling.

“I didn’t want to be there,” Andy continued. 

“Your paperwork indicates that you committed yourself, so what changed?” he asked. 

“I only did that to try and stop the murders,” Andy said, “I tried to warn Dr. Foley, but they wouldn’t let me in.” 

“How’d you know the murders were going to happen,” he asked. 

“They had already started, it was on the news,” Andy said. The officer made another note. 

“And did you see the murders, do you know who did it?” he asked. Andy knew this was coming. 

“It doesn’t matter what I say, you’ve made up your mind on who did it,” Andy responded. 

“Mr. Barclay, I understand that you empathize with Ms. Pierce’s delusions,” he started, it was clear he was attempting to sound concerned. Andy rolled his eyes. The officer made another note. 

“But, she is a dangerous murderess, she has and will continue to hurt people and any information you can give me on what happened that night could help stop that,” he said. 

“I know you’re a good man Andy and that you’re deeply sick,” he continued. He put a hand on Andy’s. Andy pulled away as much as he could.

“Don’t you fucking touch me pig,” Andy hissed. The officer sighed and took another note.

“Look, Mr. Barclay, right now I need you to prove to me you’re sane, and if you don’t you’re going to a higher security mental hospital, so tell me what really happened that day, and I promise you’ll be free by the end of the day,” he said. Andy realized the sun had risen since he had escaped. He must have been asleep for hours. 

“You really want to know who killed everyone at Harrogate?” Andy asked. 

“Yes, Mr. Barclay,” he said. 

“And if I tell you the truth, I get to go free,” Andy said. 

“Yes,” the officer said, he was smiling. Andy smiled and leaned closer to the officer. He let the officer’s excitement grow. 

“Chucky did it!” Andy said, and then he burst out laughing. The officer stood up and walked away. 

“Enjoy your next institution, Mr. Barclay,” he said. 

“I will!” Andy responded, still laughing. Andy laughed like a madman until he finally got worn out. They’d never get it, Andy didn’t care. He got away. 

Eventually, he fell asleep again. He drifted in and out of sleep for a while, only interrupted by the nurses trying to get him to eat something. Until he was awoken by clicking heels. 

He opened his eyes to see Dr. Mixter closing the door behind them. 

“Why’d they let you in?” Andy asked horror in his voice. “GET HER OUT OF HERE!” he screamed past her.

“They aren’t going to keep me from you, you are still my patient after all Mr. Barclay,” she said. She put her bag onto the window ledge. She opened it up and pulled out the mangled form of Chucky Prime. Andy’s breathing picked up again. He only held onto his composure for a second. 

“SOMEONE GET IN HERE!” he screamed past her. 

“They aren’t going to listen to you Mr. Barclay, I told them not to come in unless I call for them,” she said placing Chucky onto his chest. He smiled. 

“Did you really think you could convince the whole world you were crazy and it wouldn't come back to bite you? Did you Andy?” Chucky asked. 

“HELP, SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME,” Andy screamed. 

“Music to my ears,” Chucky said. “Go ahead, scream your head off, there’s no one left to help you,” Chucky continued. 

“No Mom,” Chucky mocked, Andy tried desperately to loosen the restraints. 

“No Kyle,” Chucky continued and smiled as Andy’s face fell. 

“But don’t worry sport, I’m here for ya,” Chucky said. And he leaned closer, 

“And I always will be,” Chucky finished, smiling. 

“Now where were we,” he said, setting his hand on Andy’s head. 

And sure enough, when Andy screamed, no one was concerned. It was nothing unexpected from a madman.

[lazy-box-head]

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 21

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Sickness be gone!

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Dr. Kemp gave me this journal. I met him today. He’s a therapist. Or a psychologist? He’s a doctor and he’s going to help me.

I hope.

He told me to put my moods in here, to write about how I feel, and to set a small goal every day. 

How I feel today: scared.

This morning was scary. We went to the doctor’s office and I didn’t know where we were going. I met Dr. Kemp and was less scared. Then we went to the mall and that was scary too. I tried on a short dress and that was scarier. Now we’re back at the house and I’m still afraid.

What if this doesn’t work either? What if I’m stuck this way forever? What if Dr. Kemp can’t help me?

A knock comes at the door and you tuck your new pen into the journal, closing it as you set it on top of your tablet. You put both on the nightstand as you call for Andy to enter. He inches open the door and pokes his head around.

“Hey,” he says, “I was just thinking, it’s been a long day. We can order in for the night?”

You shrug. You’re not very hungry. The large breakfast keeps your appetite at bay. Your anxiety helps as well.

“Um, that’s okay. I’m not very hungry.”

He sighs, his hand on the door. His fingers tap on the wood as he grips his hip, “you really shouldn’t skip meals. It’s not good for you.”

“I ate a lot this morning–”

“That was hours ago. You need to eat,” he insists, “I missed a week of work, honey, I can’t miss any more. I need you to start trying. Didn’t Dr. Kemp talk to you about this?”

You wince. He’s upset. You didn’t mean to make him angry. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, “I’ll, uh… take out sounds good.”

He lets the door fall all the way open. He crosses to the foot of the bed and touches the top of one of the shopping bags. You chew your cheek as you watch him.

“Are you gonna put all this away?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll do that now,” you get up.

He bought all those clothes, he took you to the doctor, on top of everything else. The least you can do is choke down a meal he’s also paying for. You go to the closet and open it up. You have two sweaters and a pair of jeans hung there. The rest of the hangers are empty.

“Chicken or beef?” He asks as he backs up.

“Hmm?” You look back at him with a handful of hangers.

“For dinner?”

“Oh, chicken,” you answer as you come back to the bed, “I’ll come down after I finish with all this.”

“Sure… uh, I could help,” he offers.

“No, I can do it,” you say, “that’ll be my small task today. Put this away and tidy up the room.”

He nods, both hands on his hips, “sounds like a good plan.”

You try to smile but your cheeks only twitch. You focus on taking out the clothes from the bag and looping them over the plastic hangers. He lingers and slowly slides out his phone. He turns on his heel and leaves you, thumbing at the screen with a hum.

You’re tired of letting everyone down. Amber, Andy, yourself. You’re not going to let Dr. Kemp down. You’re really going to try. You look over at the journal and take a deep breath. 

They’re just pages, but you finally have someone to talk to. Someone you can tell everything. The paper can’t answer you but it can listen without judgment. And in the end, you can always crumple it all up and forget the words.

You get everything hung, folded, and some put aside for the wash. There’s a weight of dread in your feet. You don’t want to go downstairs, you’d rather stay up here and lay down. It’s been a long day and you’re exhausted.

You find Andy in the living room. You bring your tablet to quell your restless hands. You sit on the far end of the couch as he watches a ball game. You peel back the cover and take out the pen. 

“Not a baseball fan?” He asks.

You pop your head up and look over at him. You shrug. You look at the screen as the umpire calls a strike.

“Don’t watch sports,” you answer.

“Ah, didn’t want to assume,” he leans forward, elbows on his arms as he presses his hands together, “we can watch something you like. I can catch the highlights tomorrow.”

“No, it’s okay,” you swipe the nib across the screen, “I like listening to this.”

You tuck your legs up and hunch over the tablet. You sense him watching you before he slowly leans back against the couch. You draw without thinking, a twisted elm tree with crows in the branches.

The commentators offer a steady soundtrack for your work. The crowd jeers then roars, swaying with the momentum of the game. You pick the perfect shadow of brow to add streaks to the trunk of the tree. You feel the couch shift but don’t look up. It isn’t until Andy’s right beside you that you tear your attention from your work.

He’s close. Very close. You sweat as heat radiates off of him. He stretches his arm behind you as he leans in to look at your drawing.

“Just a sketch,” you lower the pen.

“Pretty,” he says, “I’m not very artsy. Writing’s chicken scratch.”

You nod, “art is art. As long as you’re creating.”

“Pretty good way of looking at it,” he leans in closer, placing his hand on the corner of the tablet, “do you ever draw people?”

“Sometimes,” you answer, wilting at his proximity. He seems even bigger as he crowds you. You look up at the TV and drag the cover over the tablet, “why are they cheering?”

He lifts his head and exhales heavily. He retracts his arm from behind you and points with his other hand.

“Hitter just got a double and another player got home,” he says, “tied it up. If they can get another run, they’ll win. If not… well, another inning.”

“Oh,” you blink. You really don’t know much about baseball.

“We could go to a game, maybe, if you’re interested,” he offers, “they have great pretzels.”

“Maybe,” you keep your eyes on the TV, even as his head turns and he narrows in on you.

The heat between you becomes stolid. You have no space to turn over and you’re too afraid to stand up and go. You don’t want to upset him. He probably doesn’t realise how close he is. Plus, your personal bubble tends to be bigger than most.

The doorbell rings, breaking the tension, and drops his head as he grips his thighs. He stands with effort and you put aside your tablet. You listen as he answers the door and the crinkle of a paper bag underlines his exchange with the delivery driver.

He shuts the door and the smell of the take-out wafts in, stoking your hunger. You get up and meet him at the doorway, following him to the dining room. As he puts the bag down on the table, you wring your hands.

“Should I get plates?”

“Sure, sweetie,” he says as he rips past the staple in the fold of the bag, “that’d be great.”

🕊️

You can’t help but be relieved when Andy goes back to work. The house is still cold and lonely to you, but you’re happy to be alone. You set yourself a goal for each day; in the very least, you’ll make dinner, and when you feel up to it, you’ll do one other thing.

Monday, you spend most of the day painting. You make a decent amount of progress by the time Andy returns. You reheat leftovers for the night and make sure to tidy the kitchen.

Tuesday, you do the laundry. It feels like a great accomplishment as you sit and fold everything before Andy gets back. You leave his clothes on his bed. He’s pleased by your efforts and you are too.

Wednesday, you paint some more and vacuum the first floor. Thursday, you clean the bathroom, and Friday sees you so exhausted that you only do a quick sweep before starting supper. Each day, you record in your journal. Not just your tasks but your feelings; the pendulum between helpless and sad and proud swings back and forth throughout the week.

Saturday comes and you stay in bed late. You’re tempted to stay there and sleep all day until a knock sounds from the other side. You knew he wouldn’t let you.

“Dove,” he calls through, “you have an appointment at noon.”

“What?” you sit up and rush across the room. You crack the door open and peek out, “I didn’t know…”

“I mentioned it, didn’t I?” He asks.

He may have. Sometimes you forget things. You fight a frown and dip your chin.

“I’ll get ready, I’m sorry.”

“No problem. I’ll have breakfast waiting,” he looks through at you, his eyes searching, trying to see through the gloom. “Why don’t you wear some of your new clothes?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you murmur, “thanks.”

You shut the door and watch the shadow underneath. He doesn’t go right away but when he does, you flip on the lights. You go to the closet and ponder the selection. It’s a bit overwhelming. The skirts and dresses. 

You take out a pleated plaid skirt and a pumpkin coloured turtleneck. Andy didn’t particularly like it but he let you grab it anyway. You put it on with a pair of ribbed black tights. At least you’re covered up, even if it’s all a bit snug.

You go into the bathroom and get freshened up; brush your teeth, wash your face, put some moisturizer on. You’d started using more of the bottles piled into the basket. You feel bad just letting them go to waste.

You go downstairs, the smell of toast greeting you as you enter the kitchen. Andy looks over his shoulders and still the knife as he butters a slice. He turns to you fully and grins, “wow, you look… nice.”

“Oh, thanks, I…” you pull at the fabric across your stomach, “maybe I need a bigger size.”

“No, no, really,” he finishes scraping the butter across the hard bread, “you look really nice.” He grabs a plate and brings it to you as you stand by the island, “those tights look warm.”

“Um, yeah,” you look down, twisting one leg behind the other, “not really.”

He nods and clicks his tongue, “anyway, breakfast,” he hands you the plate, “enjoy.”

“Thanks,” you say as you take it, “er… are we going to see Dr. Kemp?”

“Uh huh,” he goes back to the counter and takes out another slice from the toaster, “you… you like him?”

“Sure,” you cradle the plate, slowly drifting to the door, “he’s nice.”

“Well, you know, you can always let me know if you don’t.”

“What?”

“Just… if he makes you uncomfortable or anything,” he shrugs, “you know I’m always here for you, dove.”

You don’t say anything else. You go into the dining room and set down your plate. You’re almost excited to go see Dr. Kemp. Strangely so. You can’t wait to tell him everything you did this week and talk about your new pens for your journal. It feels like you’ve actually made progress, for once in your life.

🕊️

You sit in the same chair as last time. Dr. Kemp stands by the window. His cool demeanour is a counterweight to your tense anxiety. You chew your fingertips as he turns and pace towards the wall. He stops and flicks on the electric kettle set on the polished console table.

“You like tea?” He asks.

“Um, yeah,” you clutch your hand into a fist and lay it on the armrest.

“Green? Black? I have Earl Gray,” he offers.

“Green is fine,” you wiggle your foot, the action drawing his gaze. His piercing blue eyes crawl up your legs and he considers you with calm calculation.

“New clothes?” He prompts.

“Y-yes,” you open your hand as you bend your arm, rubbing your neck.

“Hmm, cute. I liked that sweater you wore last time.”

“Oh, it was old,” you scratch along your hairline.

“It’s whatever you're comfortable in,” he says, “skirt’s nice but… I don’t know. Not quite you.”

You don’t comment. He’s not wrong. It’s too short and the pattern is cute but you find the fabric stiff. You bring your hand forward and tap your chin.

“So, did you have a good week?” He asks.

“I think… I did a lot. Exactly what you said,” you push your shoulders up, clasping your hands in your lap. He watches you intensely, not looking away as he listens. “I used the journal and uh, I made myself set goals. Erm, oh, I made dinner every night and I cleaned–”

“That’s great,” he turns and takes two mugs from the stacked tower of porcelain. He drops in the tea bags before he backs up. He crosses his arms, pacing around as he rubs his chin, “but what about things for you? Not cleaning or cooking. Those are chores. You should be doing things just for you.”

He leans on the side of the sofa. You squeeze your hands tight and teeter on the edge of the chair. Your chest sinks.

“Well, I… I guess I didn’t… I thought…”

“It’s okay, there’s no wrong answer here. But this week, I want you to focus on you. Do things for you. Treat yourself kindly,” he drops his arms and hooks his thumbs in the tops of his pockets, “you could do a face mask, have a bubble bath, or even just read a book you enjoy.”

“Oh, okay.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being nice to yourself. Self-love is important. If you don’t find worth in yourself, other people won’t either.”

“I’ll try,” you agree.

“That’s all you need to do,” he smiles as the kettle clicks off and he pivots on his heel. He pours the steaming water in the mugs and continues, “today, I think we should talk about your sister.”

“What?” You gulp.

“You mentioned her before. She seems to be a big part of your life,” he sets the kettle down, “I’d like to know more about her.”

You tuck your lip in and frown. You don’t know if you can talk about Amber. You’re still so confused about her. But what is all this for. To understand how you feel. And like he says, it’s all confidential.

“Amber… her name is Amber,” you eke out, “er…I don’t know where to start…”

“Take your time,” he coaxes, “we can take it slow.”

[lythea-creation]

Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: After living in an abusive relationship for quite some time, (f/n) realizes that her normal is actually broken. All it takes are some selfless, joyful helpers at the fire station, one of them especially.

warnings: As you can see in the summary, this story is about domestic abuse. Please read it with care if this is a sensitive topic for you. This chapter contains depictions of physical and emotional abuse specifically.

word count: 1.300

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(f/n)'s PoV

Everything was a blur to me as my anxiety was overwhelming.

I knew I needed to get stitches. It was the only reason I was here and did not just suck it up.

When I heard about the medical program of the fire station I decided to give it a try, hoping they would not ask too many questions as many of the doctors in the hospital did.

I was waiting in a secluded area as the room was parted by curtains.

Time was seeming to stop as my paranoia was telling me something was wrong. In reality the station was just busy today as it was booming with people.

“Hey, I'm Andy Herrera”, a woman with brown locks greeted me. “Why are you here today?”

“I fell against the edge of my table”, I enlightened her, taking my hand off my waist to show her the patch of blood that was only increasing with time.

“Can you pull your shirt up so I can take a proper look at it?”, she requested.

Kate would be so mad at me, but luckily she did not know that I obeyed.

A mere look told the firefighter that I needed stitches.

“Give me a few secs. I'll get one of our docs for that”, she declared and left through the curtain after instructing me to put pressure on it with a clean cloth she had handed me.

“Hello, you must be (f/n). I'm Dr. Carina DeLuca”, the next stunningly beautiful woman greeted me.

“Yeah”, I confirmed.

I was mesmerized by her accent immediately, but did not dare to ask because I did not want to make an impression as a racist.

“That's quite a deep wound”, the brunette proclaimed, tapping something around it.

“Guess I was just unlucky”, I proposed.

“Who beat you in a fight?”, she joked.

My girlfriend. “A table. Pretty pathetic, huh? I probably should start training”, I stated with a chuckle.

“Only few people win against solid wood without tools. So don't take it to heart”, she cheered me up.

Her bright smile was contagious. I could not help but reciprocate it.

“Do you need any painkillers?”, she asked me after pulling off the stitches.

“I'm good. Thanks a lot though”, I noted.

“My pleasure”, she shot back. “Have a good day and don't start another fight with your furniture.”

“I'll try”, I claimed.

I left the station with a smile and an immense feeling of gratitude.

Every interaction just now reminded me what life was supposed to feel like. That it was okay to take it easy and joke around.

I made up my mind, taking a stop at the supermarket on the way home.

“Hey, love. What are you baking?”, my girlfriend wondered when she returned home the next day.

It was surprising that she was talking to me at all after her night shift.

“Some brownies. They'll be all ready when you wake up”, I promised.

Kate loved brownies. So she was rejoiced at my words.

I made an extra tray for us and placed the rest in some containers to take with me.

Then I made my way over to the fire station once again.

At the entrance I encountered a woman with dark hair and skin.

“Hey”, she exclaimed encouragingly. “Can I help you somehow?”

“Hey, um … I was here yesterday. At the memorial clinic to be exact and just wanted to bring by some brownies as a thank you gift”, I explained.

“Oh, thanks! You know we can never get enough to eat”, she admitted without any sign of shame for it. “What's your name? So I can pass it on.”

“(f/n)”, I introduced myself. “Your clinic is truly admirable. I'd really like to support it more than with just some brownies. But I don't have enough money to donate.”

“Don't talk your brownies down”, she shushed me. “And if you want to there's still the opportunity to volunteer. You don't even need any medical knowledge. There's more work than we'd like.”

“Alright. How does it work then? Do I just come by when you open the next time or …?”

“If you have time on your hands you could wait for the team to arrive and then we could introduce you properly and show you around”, she suggested. “I'm Vic by the way.”

She stretched her hand out to me. I took and shook it.

“Sure. I could spare some more time”, I agreed.

Suddenly the place was filled with loud chatter. Apparently the team had already returned without us noticing.

They started swarming the entrance, making me feel small. I was on the outside while they were in.

Most of them just walked on without even noticing me, but Andy stopped to take a look at me.

“Hey, (f/n), right? Are you okay?”, she addressed me.

I had not expected her to remember my name after our brief encounter.

“Yeah … to both actually”, I assured her.

“She wants to volunteer”, Vic enlightened her.

I had not been sure if I wanted to, but apparently I was in now.

“Oh, that's great! Come on up! We'll show you around”, she encouraged me.

Andy officially introduced me and I got a hearty, chaotic welcome. Somehow it was making me feel giddy. It was a warm chaos.

My brownies did the rest to win them over.

They persuaded me to eat one with them and get to know each other.

I left with a bunch of phone numbers and a happy, giddy feeling inside my body. Despite my still hurting waist it felt like I was floating.

Until I entered my home to Kate who was wearing a pissed expression.

“Where have you been?”, she questioned.

“At the fire station”, I answered honestly.

She would not believe a lie anyway. And I hated lying.

“Why?”, she inquired, her voice sharp.

“I want to volunteer. You know … to help people, make an impact”, I confessed.

“Am I not enough?” The shift in her voice was immediate, insecurity leaking through it like it was a broken pipe.

“Kate. I just don't wanna sit around all day. You wanted me to stop working ...”

“To make your life easier. We barely had time for each other and my money's enough to provide for both of us”, she interrupted me.

“That's not the point. I don't wanna live like this anymore. I'm feeling trapped”, I proposed.

“I'm making you feel trapped?”, she snapped. “Wow ...”

She slowly approached me, underlining my words perfectly. It felt like I was her prey.

“I'm doing everything I can for you. You're such an ungrateful bitch”, she cursed at me.

I was just waiting for one of her hands to hit me 'accidentally' as she was gesturing around wildly.

“I thought you actually loved me”, she remarked. “You know … I don't have to stay with you. Nobody would want to take you in. You don't actually think anybody else would want to be with someone as ugly, boring and useless as you, do you? I'm too kind for my own good, but I just can't help it. Do you think these firefighters are grateful to have you there, personally? They're just busy and have to take every help they can get.”

Her words were hitting home.

She knew about my insecurities, was making sure to feed them regularly so they would not starve to death. Her words were true after all.

“I'm the only one left”, she reminded me like it was not her fault.

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Next Chapter

The first chapter is more like a build-up for the story. Andy will definitely be more present in the following chapters. Actually the chapters are always switching between (f/n)'s and Andy's PoV.

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[angycryptid]

long ass post of all the media I enjoyed this year!

its a lot so strap in

movies:

Lisa Frankenstien: it came out around valentine's day and I heard NO ONE talking about it. it is defo in my top 10 movies of all time and if you like Heathers the musical and/or horror comedies you should go watch it right now. also besides heathers, it has a lot of the comedy and themes similar to the barbie movie, give it a watch!

Electric Dreams: 1984 scifi rom-com that is entirely avalible on youtube. if you are a Freak about 80s scifi this is the movie for you. Its about a guy who falls in love with the girl who just moved into apartment next door and is too nervouts to aske her out. fortunately his desktop computer becomes sentient and helps him out. Its super silly and cute, also automatic top ten movie for me, i think ive watched it a dozen times.

The wild robot: I'm a sucker for a sympathetic robot enough said

Dr. Strangelove or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb: Love me a cold war era dark comedy. its got an awesome vibe to it, and is kinda just nice for if you're working on a craft project. Everyone in that movie is freaking insane

Alphaville: niche 1965 scifi movie, kinda absurd to watch but i absolutely loved it. It is a french film noir, and it kinda has the vibe of an hour and a half long twilight zone episode, so it is DEFINITLEY not for everyone, but if ur into that stuff give it a chance

Raggedy ann and andy a musical adventure: perfect movie for a cozy night in, its just a fun 70s animated movie, i dont have much more to say than that!

Evil Dead: I finally got my hands on a dvd of the first movie (not evil dead 2, the first one). Besides Cabin in the Woods, probably my favorite version of the 'college students go to a cabin in the woods and get killed' trope. classic horror vibe and just overall fun to watch.

Rockula: can you tell i like horror comedies. Awesome comedy musical with a really fun cast of characters!

Books: (I pretty much just read sci-fi so if you loathe scifi, skip this lmao also i have no other outlet for this so this'll be a lot)

Full Novels

Space Odyssey series - Arthur C. Clarke: I re-read these books this summer because I hadn't been reading for a while! probably my favorite book series, and HAL 9000 is one of my favorite fictional characters ever. No one ever talks about the sequels, just the first one and usually the movie which is such a shame. Its a beautiful story about space travel and the whole peaceful yet scientific and observant vibe resonates with me a lot personally.

I, Robot - Issac Asimov: I've been meaning to get into Asimov's book series for years and I finally just sat down and read this collection. The book was enthralling and kinda felt like a series of thought experiments about robots and AI. plus the reoccurring characters are very fun!

Galapagos - Kurt Vonnegut: One of my mom's favorite authors, and ive been meaning to read some of his books for a while. As a zoology student the way that evolution is used as social theory in this book is very well done, and is a sucker punch for anyone expecting social Darwinism. the third quarter of this book is a bit of a slog, but the ending makes it entirely worth it in my book, and the pacing is super unique due to the narrator straight up spoiling most of the plot for you within the first few chapters.

1984 - George Orwell: I never read it for school but GOD DAMN. this is my favorite book I've read all year and possibly my favorite book of all time. Winston is such a unique yet deeply relatable character (for me, i know i got mental illness shit goin on tho so like whatever). All of the political theory in this book was eye opening and so so so well written, and the final section of the book ripped me into shreds. If you haven't read this book I would sincerely recommend, and it's a tragedy this got watered down to 'hehe literally 1984'

Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir: I'm only halfway through this one but this is such a chill and fun read! The sci-fi concepts are on point too, super fun ideas being brought up. Rocky my beloved. This may be up there with 2001: A Space Odyssey as a comfort book.

-Novellas, short plays, and short stories

I have no mouth and I Must Scream - Harlan Ellison: my favorite short story of all time. Discovered it in Senior year hs when i was going through a lot and it changed me as a person. I revisited it this year (and also played some of the 90s point and click adventure game adaptation) and i holds up just as well if not better. You would be surprised just how much is slammed into an 11 page story, this is my roman empire.

EPICAC - Kurt Vonnegut: read this bc i found out electric dreams was loosely based off it and I wanted more movie. Im now seriously considering getting one of the quotes tattooed. absolutely beautiful

LOKI 7281 - Roger Zelanzy: Wonderful little short story, quite silly honestly.

The Ones who Walk Away from Omelas - Ursula K. Le Guin: My friend recommended this to me as thier favorite short story. Gives off the vibes of one of those short stories you annotate in High school that fucks you up for like a week, good story.

Adam Link - Eando Binder: Short story series about a robot from 1939-42, somehow still deeply relatable.

17776 - Jon Bois: Digital novella about satellites watching football. Started out as a comedy and had me near tears by the end, the sequel 20020 is wonderful too

All Tommorows - C. M. Koseman: kinda the opposite of 17776 vibeswise, starts out as a serious horror novel and ends with a surprisingly uplifting and beautiful message of community

RUR - Karel Capek: Weird and baller play about a robot uprising, named my pet crab after one of the characters

Albums:

White music - XTC: very goofy, upbeat, and synthy pop album. super fun to listen to

Hip to the Javabean - Lemon Demon: super strange, comforting, confusing, and cathartic album to listen too. Lemon Demon is my favorite artist and this is his album that meant the most to me this year. (also if you've never heard it, I'd recommend his album Spirit Phone to anyone)

Wild Planet - B-52s: Very fun album, B-52s are my favorite driving artist and this album is so fun to sing along to. super silly and goofy.

Monarch of Monsters - Vylet Pony: Very good album, only came out 2 weeks ago and ive listened to it 3 times. Super impactful and is cathartic for all of the ugliest emotions inside (yes I found this artist through mlp fansongs, they are peak and i am cringe and free what about it)

Girls Who Are Wizards - Vylet Pony: Super chill album to just vibe out, perfect to draw to.

Starlight Express Soundtrack: Insane musical, the og 1984 soundtrack is super groovy and just fun to listen to.

TV: (I dont watch a ton of tv so this'll be short)

Andromeda: 2000s star trek style show. fun for like 70% of the episode until you think about the implications and then it becomes absolutely insane, like one of the main characters tries to kill like a few hundred children in like episode 3 absolutely wild.

Dungeon Meshi: super comfy tv show, nice to just chill out with. It's like a combo of high fantasy and a cooking show. all the food looks amazing

Malcom in the middle: One of my comfort shows and probably my favorite live action sitcom. Just an absolutely insane family that loves each other.

Bojack Horseman: NEVER BINGE THIS SHOW IN 6 DAYS DEAR LORD. Super good show as long as you actually think about the themes.

if you read all this based as hell