#HEY OLD LAURIE WHAT THE FUCK

[starkwlkr]

monster mash | oscar piastri

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Oscar didn’t think he would be babysitting on Halloween night, but then again he didn’t have plans. He was stuck babysitting his mom’s friend’s kid, Luke. The parents were going to a Halloween party so Oscar’s mom volunteered her son to babysit.

“Why would you do that? I’ve never even met the kid!” Oscar groaned as Nicole Piastri closed the front door after giving candy to trick or treaters.

“Laurie is a good woman and she even babysat you so please just look after Luke for one night.” Nicole replied.

“Mum, it’s Halloween.” Oscar frowned.

“And you’re babysitting.”

So Oscar got ready and drove to Laurie’s house that was decorated with skulls, pumpkins and fake spiderwebs. It was clear that this family took the holiday seriously. After ringing the doorbell, the door opened revealing a kid with a pirate costume.

“What are you supposed to be?” The boy asked.

Oscar rolled his eyes. “Your babysitter for the next three hours.”

“Lame.”

“Luke! Be nice to Oscar!” The boy’s mother said as she walked to the door to greet Oscar. She was dressed as Dorothy from the wizard of oz while her husband was dressed as the scarecrow. “Hi, thanks for coming. Our numbers are on a sticky note on the fridge, he is not allowed to watch any scary movie no matter what he says and no more eating candy.”

“But it’s Halloween!” Luke whined.

“Listen to your mother, Luke, no more candy.” His father stated. “There’s money on the kitchen counter if you want to order some pizza. We should be home by 12.”

Oscar nodded at all their instructions. How was he supposed to keep a kid entertained? Legos? He didn’t know the first rule to entertain kids.

After Luke’s mom and dad left, the seven year old immediately ran to the living room and grabbed the landline. Oscar wasn’t sure if what to do. It’s not everyday that a little kid uses a landline. After dialing a number and waiting a few seconds, Luke spoke into the phone.

“They’re gone. My dad left money for pizza. Bring your candy too.” He said then hung up.

Oscar stood in the living room confused. “Who were you talking to?”

“Sarah.” Luke replied casually. He then walked to the coffee table and grabbed the remote, turning on the tv and clicking netflix. “Can you order cheese pizza?”

Oscar didn’t think much of it so he walked to the kitchen to grab the money. His heart stopped when he noticed the back door was wide open. Was this some kind of prank? Surely it was. Before he could do anything, a loud yell startled him from behind him.

“Fuck!” Oscar yelled out as he turned around and saw a random girl laughing along with Luke and another little girl in a Wednesday Addams costume. “That’s not funny.”

“You scream like a girl!” Luke laughed, but stopped when the little girl punched his arm. “Ow!”

“Sorry, it’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” The random girl said then extended her hand towards Oscar. “I’m Y/n. I’m Luke’s neighbor and this is my sister, Sarah.”

“Oscar, I’m Luke’s babysitter, but only for today.” He made sure to include the last part. He stared at the girl, captivated by her beauty. He figured he must’ve stared at Y/n for a while because Luke was complaining that he was hungry for pizza. “Oh, pizza, yeah right.”

While Sarah and Luke went back to the living room, Y/n hung out with Oscar in the kitchen. He dialed the pizza place. As he ordered, he started stuttering. That’s when Y/n offered to order instead.

“Hey, Tommy! Can we get our usual? And throw in those lava cakes too and a coke. Yeah, thanks. See ya.” Y/n spoke with confidence then hung up and gave Oscar his phone back.

“You know the pizza guy?” Oscar questioned.

“Yeah. He’s my ex, but it all ended on good terms.” Y/n said. “So Freddy, Michael or Jason?”

“What?”

“Do you have a preference? I’m more of a Michael Myers kind of girl, but we can watch Friday the 13th, A Nightmare on Elm Street or if you’re into something else, that’s cool too.” She smiled at Oscar as they walked back to the living room where the kids were trying to find a movie to watch.

“But he’s not—” Oscar pointed to Luke.

“Supposed to watch scary movies? We do this every year! My mom gets a babysitter on Halloween, Sarah and Y/n come over and we eat pizza and watch scary movies!” Luke interrupted. “My mom doesn’t know so don’t tell!”

“Yeah, don’t be lame!” Sarah added.

“Sarah! Be nice or we’re leaving.” Y/n warned. “It’s cool, they won’t get scared.”

“What about the other babysitter? Did they know about this too?” Oscar questioned. He really wasn’t in the mood to get in trouble.

“Yeah, but she was going to tell Luke’s mom and now she’s missing.” Sarah said with no emotion. Oscar nervously laughed, but stopped when no one around him was laughing.

“She’s joking. The last babysitter left because of college and yes she knew about this so come sit so we can watch a movie.” Y/n patted the seat next to her.

Oscar had to come clean at some point. He hated scary movies. He would rather sit through a romance movie than watch some person getting killed by a slasher. So instead of suggesting a more family friendly Halloween movie like Hotel Transylvania, he blurted out two words. Just Dance.

“You mean the game?” Luke asked.

“Yeah, the second one has Monster Mash. It could be . . . fun.” Oscar shyly said.

“Oh god, I haven’t played Just Dance in forever! I say let’s do it.” Y/n agreed and stood up from the couch. Since Luke didn’t have the game, Oscar put the dance on YouTube.

“Wanna try?” Oscar asked Y/n. He looked at the kids. “They don’t look too convinced.”

“Eh, they’ll just have to watch us dance horribly.” Y/n chuckled.

“Speak for yourself! I am a Just Dance champion.”

The kids watched as Oscar and Y/n danced like a zombie while the iconic Halloween song played. They didn’t even notice when Y/n’s ex aka the pizza guy knocked on the door ready to deliver the cheese pizza and lava cake and soda.

Luke opened the door and gave him the money. “Thanks. Keep the change.” He handed Sarah the bottle of soda.

“A dollar?” Before Tommy the pizza guy could get another word in, Luke slammed the door shut.

The kids watched as Oscar picked another song to dance to. Luke shook his head in disappointment. Even he could tell that Oscar had developed a crush on his neighbor.

“Do you know your sister’s number?” Luke asked Sarah.

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” Luke replied. “Want to share a lava cake?”

Eventually, Y/n and Sarah had to leave since Luke’s parents were coming back. As Oscar was putting Luke to bed, the boy gave him a piece of paper with a number on it.

“What’s that?” Oscar asked.

“Y/n’s number. She likes the color red, Agatha Christie books and scary movies.” Luke replied. “It looked like you needed help.”

Oscar couldn’t believe it. Was he that bad that a seven year old had to help him get a cute girl’s number?

“Uh, thanks?” He took the small slip of paper. “Get some sleep, Luke.” He smiled at the boy.

“Oscar? If you and Y/n get married—”

“Okay, I wouldn’t go that far.” Not yet at least.

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[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

"Love you, honey."

"Love you. Have a good day."

That was the last conversation Shane had with his wife Laurie before stepping out the door to go to a Brewers game with buddies. Except he wasn't going to a Brewers game. He was going to the house of a man named Steve, who he'd met online, a man who subsequently started blackmailing Shane and now demanded he come over to his house that was an hour away or "wifey gets allllll the pictures you sent me."

Once over at Steve's house, Shane promptly found himself over the 66-year-old fat fuck's knee, getting spanked until real tears started rolling down his face. When he finally discarded the sobbing pansy, Steve asked Shane what his wife's plans were for the day.

"Going to the mall in our hometown with her sisters," Shane said.

"Great! Daddy has a special surprise for his precious little girl," a fun line for an 8-year-old orphan girl to hear when she's learned she's been adopted by a millionaire, not so fun for a 29-year-old man to hear from the man who could ruin him at a moment's notice.

With that he taped his sissy into his thick Pampers, after locking him into a cock cage. Then came the purple tights and the Powerpuff Girls sweatshirt. Then the walk to the car and the two-hour drive to...his hometown's mall. Shane cried all the way when Steve told him the final destination. "There's a very good chance we don't see your wife. But there's a 100 percent chance she gets the photos if you don't waddle through that mall like the good diapergirl you are, my little princess."

For half the drive daddy made Shane suck on a paci, which caught the attention of more than a few drivers and passengers in other cars. For about 20 minutes daddy had Shane lay his down on his crotch. "Someday I'll have you sucking daddy's cock for real on a drive," he noted.

Finally they arrived at the mall. Daddy drove all around the parking lot and when Shane spotted his wife's car the begging and pleading really began but that only made daddy harder and more determined.

"Sissy, it's a big mall. Very little chance we see her in any of the stores we'll visit. But there's 100 percent chance she gets the pics if you disobey."

Soon the sissy found himself in the parking lot. Diapered. Dressed up in his sissy finest. Crying. Daddy taking pictures of him. Daddy hoisting a diaper bag over his shoulder "so I can change your poopy Pampers in the family room when you mess your diddies. And hey, if we do see your wife, maybe she'll help me."

Then daddy took his sissy by the hand and marched him into the mall.

[bougiebutchbitch]

I have to ask. I'm not that far into watching House MD but my god these bitches are gay. My question is, what is the context here for the piss kink? Like is that. Really canon. If you have the time I'd love to hear an explanation of evidence

Good morning, babes, bros, and nonbinary hos of the jury.

Firstly, welcome to Queerbait, The Show, The Musical, The Original. I hope you enjoy your stay in Gay Doctorland.

Now, if I might move onto the first item of evidence: EXHIBIT A.

Aka, the classic House MD drinking game of 'take a shot eevry time House and Wilson have a drawn-out discussion while standing next to each other, pissing, at the urinals'

Now EXHIBIT B: a certain episode where House's drug use starts to affect his kidneys, causing urinary retention. How does Wilson react when House finally comes to him with big sad eyes, pleading for help? Well, obviously he smirks and delights in House's pee-holding agony, refusing to give him any diuretics because he wants to teach House a 'lesson' about drug abuse in a typically Housian fucked up and kinda dangerous way because he figures hey, it's omorashi time

Later the same episode, we have House dreaming of pissing himself in front of his colleagues and wetting the bed, which is shown to be a massive, euphoric relief & release.... Love that for my gay bitchy doctor. Love it.

AND LEST I FORGET, the self-catheterisation scene where House lubes up a catheter, slides it into himself, and makes the most wretched little moans.... Hugh Laurie acted his tight little butt off to give us a cranky old doctor keening softly as he feeds a catheter into his dick, and honestly, we're all grateful.

FINALLY we come to EXHIBIT C: the episode where House and Wilson encourage a patient's partner to drink her piss while they just. Sit there. And watch. Just medical malpractice boyfriends doing medical malpractice boyfriend things xxx

Doubtlessly, there are another dozen or so Incidents that I forgot - but suffice to say, folks of the jury, I think you will find this evidence satisfactory.

[moonlightazriel]

The family we choose /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: It has always been Azriel and Aiden against the world, but what will happen when the new school years begin and his son talks about this amazing teacher every day?

Warnings: None, just fluff cuz why not?

Word Count: 3,1K

Notes: Fucking finally, this has been sitting on my drafts for a while and i love this idea.

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“DADDY!” Aiden yelled, raising from his spot beside Feyre and rushing to get to him, he lowered to his level and waited for the little boy, he threw himself into his father’s arms, and Azriel wrapped his arms around him, giving him a tight squeeze. 

“Hey, buddy! How was school?” His son rushed back to the table, Feyre, Nyx, and a lot of art supplies were waiting for him, he grabbed a piece of paper and ran back to him to show him the drawing.

“Miss Y/L asked us to draw our family.” Azriel looked closely at the figures, the 6-year-old had done a great job, he could see himself, Cassian, Nesta with a huge pregnant belly, Rhys, Feyre, Nyx, Mor, Emerie, Gwyn, Elain, and Lucien.  

“That’s a beautiful drawing, you have a lot of talent.” He complimented.

“Aunt Feyre helped me make this drawing so I could give it to Miss Y/L, I really hope she likes it.” The flower bouquet was painted on a piece of parchment paper, Feyre had done the drawing but Aiden had painted it. 

“She’s going to love it Den, but why don’t you and Nyx play in the garden while the adults talk?” Feyre suggested as she started to gather the supplies from the table, Aiden looked at Azriel and he nodded, the two boys happily smiled and started to rush outside. “He really loves this teacher.” She said and Azriel got to her side, helping her clean. 

“Did he start with the never-ending rant about how amazing and beautiful she is?” She nodded. “You don’t think he’s projecting the feeling he had for his mother on her, do you?”

“Well, I can’t say for sure Az, Nyx likes her too, a lot, sometimes feels like he likes her more than me.” She giggled, rolling her eyes. “Maybe she’s just a really good teacher and there’s nothing to do with his mom.” Azriel nodded.

He had met Laurie in an Illyrian camp 10 years ago, and it was love at first sight, they lived like a happy couple until she met her mate, and decided that it was a good idea to leave Azriel with their 1-year-old son. 3 years ago, the news of her death reached him in Velaris, it was a tough blow that he wasn’t expecting but he slowly got over it, he had to, for his son. Ever since he does everything he can to make sure that his son is happy, and focused his life on him, even if his family tried to tell him that he should live his life too.

“She’s all he talks about ever since they started the school year, you have no idea how many times he asked if he could pick “Aunt Elain’s beautiful flowers”  to give them to her.” Feyre looked at him and smiled. 

“Let him be Az, it’s probably just a phase.” He nodded.

“Thanks for everything Fey, you’re amazing.” He said giving her a quick hug and kissing her temple.

“Get your hands off my High Lady.” Rhysand spoke with a smile on his face from the doorway. Azriel stepped back with his hands in the air. 

“I’m already on my way, don’t need to get all overprotective.” Rhys playfully slapped his back while he walked outside to get Aiden. 

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“Do you want to eat something?” Azriel asked his son as they walked around Velaris.

“My belly is full Daddy, Miss Y/L brought us the best cookies in the world, she made them.” The toddler happily spoke. “She said that she will teach us how to make them, she’s so nice, I really like her.”

“That’s awesome buddy, you just have to be careful around the fire.” He warned his son.

“Yes Daddy, cuz the fire hurts if we get too close.” He repeated the words Azriel had told him ever since Aiden started to crawl, his son was perfect, and he didn’t want him to be marked like he was, he didn’t need any scars on his perfect brown skin.

Aiden was a copy of him, with the same eyes, the same hair color, the same skin tone, and huge wings behind his back, and even if he could understand his father’s shadows just as perfectly as Azriel did, he had none, at least not yet. 

The two kept walking until they reached the townhouse, Rhys knew how Azriel loved that house and decided to give it to him as a gift, it was good enough for him and Aiden and he was happy that his brother made him the owner, he took good care of that house. 

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Azriel brushed his wet hair, spraying some perfume on his neck and chest as he got ready for the school meeting, the teachers requested to talk about the student's progress and how the parents could help with their learning. Aiden was already ready, playing in the living room as he readied himself, a simple black shirt, pants, boots, and truth-teller strapped on his thigh, his siphons glowed as he looked at himself in the mirror once again. 

His son was really excited for him to meet his teacher finally, and even Azriel was curious, Aiden had practically dragged him across the street towards the school, the little boy was rambling all the way, and when he saw his cousin, he left Azriel behind to go play with Nyx.

“Someone is super happy.” Rhys said as Az approached him, the two kids were running around now.

“You have no idea.” He replied looking around, the kids were running and most parents just waited for the reunion, Azriel tried to spot who he thought was Miss Y/L, in his mind, he was looking for an old, kind fae, with white hair and granny coats, weren’t all teachers like that after all?

Faes started to come to the parents to lead them to the classrooms, they followed a male as he guided the way, the classroom was decorated with flowers, and kids' drawings, books, and toys were all over the place, and in the corner, in the front part of the classroom a female stood, she was beautiful, her hair was in a braid behind her back, she was wearing a long dress, and she had the prettiest smile in the world, she looked at Azriel and he swore he could see the world shining brighter as she looked at him, she couldn’t be…..

“Miss Y/L!” Aiden yelled, running past them and jumping in the female's arms, she lifted him from the ground, laughing with him.

“Hi Den, did you bring your daddy as I asked?” She spoke, her voice was calm and airy, and hearing her talk made Azriel feel like he was walking on clouds.

“Yup!” The toddler proudly nodded and pointed at Azriel who still stood in the doorway. “Daddy, this is Miss Y/L.” He happily said as the female walked closer to him. 

Of course, everyone in Velaris knew who the Spymaster was, but it was something entirely different seeing him in person for the first time, the tall male was absolutely breathtaking, he was wearing the simplest clothes on earth and yet he looked perfect, the cobalt gems adorning his body, to contain his powers, glowed as he looked her up and down. 

Y/N felt her cheeks getting hot as she approached the male, his eyes still glued to hers, she could feel the sparks of electricity as she held his gaze, extending a hand in his direction.

“I’m Y/N.” She managed to say, her voice more steady than she expected, good!

“Azriel. I’ve heard a lot about you.” The male chuckled and Y/N felt her knees go weak at the sound.

“Oh, i could say the same about you, little Aiden here loves his father more than anything else.” The little boy held his father’s hand while he blushed. “What about you take your Daddy to your seat and we’ll talk more later?” She lowered to Den’s level and he nodded, pulling his father to the empty seat in front of her desk. She went to greet other parents that arrived in the classroom. 

“I wasn’t expecting that AT ALL.” Rhysand spoke as Azriel approached him, Nyx and Aiden sat side by side in class, he smiled at that, loving how close the cousins were like they saw each other as brothers the same way their parents did.

“What?” Rhys gave him a knowing look and he rolled his eyes.

“That she would be this pretty, guess I was expecting an old lady.” Azriel scoffed.

“Don’t let Feyre hear you, or you might sleep on the couch tonight.” Rhysand laughed and the two males looked at her while she spoke about the class progress. One by one, the parents approached her to speak about their children, they were the last ones in the classroom when she came to speak with them.

“High Lord!” She bowed a little. “Thank you two for coming in today. The boys are absolutely wonderful, they’re the top ones in class, but I’m afraid that they have some trouble with maths, I’ve been giving them extra exercises but maybe you two could keep an eye on that, and see why they’re struggling with that.” 

“Of course, do you teach privately?” Rhysand asked, saying that she could teach a thing or two to Azriel in his mind, Azriel slightly shoved the High Lord and Rhysand suppressed a laugh.

“I do! If you need me just contact the school and they will let me know.” She smiled at them, and Azriel felt his chest fill with warmth with that.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He said, and the two said their goodbyes leaving her behind.

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Azriel rushed through the school corridors, opening the door to the nurse’s office, he almost fell to his knees as he spotted Y/N sitting in the corner, Aiden was in her lap, he was holding his little arm, and his cheeks were red from crying, his head was resting against her chest and she had her cheek pressed against his forehead, whispering a song to calm him down. The way his son grabbed her like she was the only person that could keep him safe, made Azriel’s heart bleed, the two turned their head to him.

“He fell while playing in the garden, the healer said that his arm just hurts cuz he fell on top of it, it’s not broken, and he’ll be okay. He’s just scared.” Azriel kneeled in front of them, and Den’s puffy red eyes locked with his, he grabbed his son, cradling him to his chest, kissing the top of his head. She still looked worried, like she was about to cry, the only people that worried that much about his son, were his family. 

“Thank you so much for always taking care of him.” His voice was shaken, and the shadows around him still moved frantically, assessing Aiden for any injuries she could not be aware of.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, Aiden is a special boy, it’s my pleasure to take care of him.” She said gently, rubbing the toddler's back, Aiden was already sleeping in his father’s arms.

“No modesty please, let me pay you a coffee, I insist.” Azriel didn’t know why, but he wanted her to understand how much he appreciated her for all her care for his son. He could see that she was inclined to accept, so he talked again. “Meet me tomorrow morning at the Oak Alcove, by the Rainbow. At 9!” He said, thanking her once more, grabbing his son’s backpack, and leaving without waiting for an answer, he just hoped she would show up. 

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Y/N walked between the tables trying to spot the Shadowsinger, she was wearing a simple dress, and she rubbed her sweaty hands in the soft fabric for the third time, she gave another look around before she saw a hand raised in the air, Azriel was wearing leather clothes, the breath got caught in her throat as she looked at him, absolutely beautiful.

“You came.” He smiled at her, getting up to pull the chair for her, she sat, thanking him. She didn’t know if it was just a coincidence, but the Oak Alcove was her favorite coffee shop in Velaris, the soft breeze from the Sidra, the smell of flowers, the soft music, it was a magical place. 

“I did.” She laughed. “ It’s not often that I get to go to my favorite coffee shop for free.” She joked. 

“And here was i, thinking we would split the bill.” He rested a hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt and she liked that, everyone just saw him as a serious and stoic male, which was intimidating, but the way he smiled, a sight that she was sure wasn’t often people saw, made her heart melt. 

Azriel was a pleasant male, the way he softly spoke, his wide knowledge of everything, his passion for literature, he was really much more than the eyes could see. The time flew as they got to know each other better, now she understood why Aiden loved him so much, the Shadowsinger was sweet, gentle, wonderful, her heart skipped a beat every 5 seconds, and she tried to stop blushing like a little girl every time he smiled in her direction.

“This was fun.” She said after he stated that he should leave, he had plans with his son. 

“It was.” He got closer to her as they walked away. He walked her to her house, not far away from the coffee shop. “I was hoping we could do it again if it’s okay for you.” Her heart came to a stop in her chest.

“I would love to, Azriel. See you around.” The way she spoke his name, it was a sweet melody.

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“She’s wonderful.” He said, stretching his wings, the glass of liquor dancing in between his fingers, Rhysand smiled and Cassian entered the office. 

“What’s happening?” Rhys served him a glass as well.

“Azzie here is in love with Den’s teacher.” Cassian whispered a “NO WAY!” shuffling his onyx hair, making Azriel growl at him.

“I’m not in love with her.” He sipped on his drink. “Yet!” The trio laughed. 

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Azriel knew he was wrapped around her fingers when he kept going to the school every day, just to see her smile, just like his son, he would bring her flowers, he would take her out, after suffering because of Laurie, he was ready to open his heart again, especially for someone like her, she was perfect for him and he was ready to take their relationship to the next level. 

“Where are you going daddy?” Aiden asked as Azriel fixed his tie in the mirror.

“I’m going out with Mrs.Y/L, you like her, right?” He pulled his son closer.

“Yes, she’s amazing.”

“Would you like it if she was Daddy’s girlfriend?” His little eyebrows furred and he looked confused.

“Will she be my mommy?” The words shattered his heart and he swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his eyes burn, he knew Aiden probably missed his mother, he noticed how he would look to Feyre when Nyx called her mommy, Azriel knew he wanted, craved that too, and broke his heart not be able to give that to his son.

“Maybe in the future buddy, if she wants to.” His son nodded and Azriel fixed his hair, he dropped Den in the River House before meeting Y/N for dinner, the bouquet Elain prepared for him was almost slipping from his shaking fingers, Y/n was already there waiting for him, she smiled, getting up to greet him with a quick kiss, they shared their first kiss after their fifth date, and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself ever since, her lips were sweet and she fitted so perfectly against him, she was made for him. 

“I want to ask you something.” Azriel had been building up the courage all night, Y/N dropped her spoon, her lips smudged with chocolate and he smiled at her, she was beautiful. “Will you be my girlfriend?” She almost jumped from her seat as she shook her head agreeing, he took her home that night, where they made love until sunrise. 

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“Mrs. Mommy I need help.” Aiden’s voice sounded from somewhere behind her and she immediately turned around, seeing him shaking the glitter off his tiny fingers. Az had mentioned what happened between him and Den’s mom, and how he knew his son wanted a  mother, she just didn’t expect that.

“Hi Den, what do you need?” He showed her his fingers glued together.

“My fingers are sticky.” She guided him to the sink.

“Let’s wash it then.” She said, then releasing the kids to their break. Azriel showed up like he did almost every day, he was holding a cup of coffee and some cookies for her.

“Hey love, what’s wrong?” He kissed her cheek and closed the door.

“Aiden called me mommy today. Mrs.Mommy to be precise.” She giggled a little.

“Shit.” Azriel didn’t want to pressure her to assume a motherly role to Den, but he also couldn’t exactly control these kinds of things. “I can talk to him if you want, tell him that you’re not his mom. He’ll understand.”

“I just don’t want him to be confused, I don’t know.” He hugged her. “I love him, just as much as I love you. Maybe tell him not to do it at school? Cuz the principal is already fuming that we’re dating.” He smiled.

“Maybe she’s jealous.” He joked and she laughed, she loved them really much. And her heart clenched hearing Den call her mommy. Maybe they could make this whole thing work.

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“You can’t catch me.” Aiden smirked, as Cassian chased him and Nyx, they were at a picnic with the inner circle, and Y/N was more than welcomed among them, they really liked her, she was getting really close to Feyre, the two were watching as the general pretended to be slower than the children. Den rushed to her, jumping on her lap and hiding from Cassian, while Azriel watched from afar. She looked at him, and it was like the whole world had come to a stop, she was the only thing holding him on earth, he had always assumed he was just lucky to have found someone so similar to him, and now he understood that it wasn’t luck, she was perfect for him because she was made for him, his mate, his equal, the love of his life. 

She blinked too overwhelmed as she explored the newly found bond between them, she had suspected for a while that he might be her mate, she had hoped and she had prayed to the Mother that she was right, and there it was, glowing like a thousand suns, the mating bond tying them to each other for the eternity, finally everything was complete for them. 

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Divorce lawyer reader encountering laurie again unphased y/n took andy frm him

Worth It

Andy Barber x Divorce Lawyer!Reader

a/n: Hey, An🫶n, and my other beautiful readers! So sorry it's taken me a while to post any new stories, asks, or anything remotely interesting other than my rants and shade. It's been a tough month... For now, this is going to, hopefully, be 1 of 3 fics before November. Let me just say, I'm insane for challenging myself like this, but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Anyway, sit back and enjoy the fic!

WARNINGS!!! Some cursing (calling of slut, one mention of Fuck), pet names, mention of the car crash, mention of near death, mention of therapy, Andy is one seductive little shit, maternal figure!Y/N.

*Y/S/N = Your SurName

**F/P = Favorite Pastry

***F/C/D = Favorite Cafe Drink

Her alarm rang obnoxiously loud, but Y/N didn't seem to mind as she reached out to her bedside table to turn it off, before snuggling back into the man sleeping peacefully beside her. As they were in the process of effectively divorcing his wife, Andy had promised that as soon as it was all finalized, she can expect for there to be some of the biggest changes in her life. And safe to say Atty. Y/N *Y/S/N, wasn't disappointed, and may never get tired of it all.

She wrapped her arms around the slender torso of her boyfriend. They'd been together for about two years now, despite having a rocky start, their feelings blossomed into the most beautiful thing that neither of the two have ever experienced before. And that fact was once again proven, when the girl's snuggling and attempt at burrowing had pulled a reaction from the unsurprisingly gorgeous man.

"You know that will only make you late, if not later, than normal, Baby Girl, right?" Andy smirked, eyes remaining closed, hiding the mischief behind them.

"So... What if I do want to be late? Hmm?" Y/N replied, her cheeky grin growing with each second, as she took to placing light kisses on the side of her Love's neck.

"Then you'll have to explain to a very moody 16-year-old, why he missed at least three periods... And you know you can't reason with him, or his teachers." Andy laughed.

"Fuck!" Y/N sighed, laying flat in disappointment.

"We never get our mornings in anymore..."

"You know we could just send, Jacob on the bus... Be some bad parents for once..." Andy whispered, pulling his girlfriend close once more, allowing him to do so, sexily, in her ear.

"No. I can't risk Laurie approaching, and basically harassing him. Again." Y/N said, pulling away from his extremely tempting arms, and sitting up.

"You know we should let her see him, again." Andy said, a hand rubbing Y/N's arm, and eventually resting on her hip, pulling him to her, as he propped himself with one arm, and scooted closer to her.

"And we will. In neutral territory, under supervision." Y/N huffed.

"You're never forgiving her, are you?" Andy said, after placing a kiss on her shoulder.

"Absolutely. Come on, Andy, we're going to be stuck at traffic if we don't start moving now." She continued, looking at the time on the clock across from the right side of the bed.

"You don't want to be called old by our son again, do you?" She added with a chuckle, getting up, and turning around to walk backwards towards the bathroom.

"No, I definitely don't! Especially if I'm going to make sure his Ma will be carrying his sibling..." Andy said, smiling with a playfulness that alluded to something more.

And it stayed on, as he charged at Y/N. Filling their home with sounds of laughter and gleeful screams. With Andy silently hoping that he'd be able to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

Jacob had had an early day off from school, considering that his Physics teacher had cancelled class to be with his 6 year old daughter, who had fallen and injured herself in PE. Andy was stuck in his office, filling paperwork after paperwork for a case he was assigned, and he'd asked Y/N to fetch Jacob from school. And she was happy to oblige.

Jacob might not be her son by blood, and he had been accused of murder, but she loved him anyway. They'd formed a unique maternal bond, and she wasn't willing to give it up for anything. Especially when Jacob accepted that she could become his step-mother at some point.

Y/N decided it'd be fun to take Jacob with her to work, considering her caseload was light, and no one minded having a teenager amongst them. Plus, Jacob had asked her how and what did she do her job, at one point. That's why she decided to buy a few snacks from the stall right outside hers and Andy's office building.

"What would you like to have bud?" She asked, smiling at him, gently holding him up as he was still suffering from partial paralysis in his left leg, from the car crash. Therapy had helped, both physically and mentally, however, it had taken two years before some feeling came back and he was able to flex his foot. However, the rest of the leg will take some time.

"I don't know, Ma... Everything looks so good, I can't decide. Am I even allowed?" Jacob asked, his eyes sparkling in a way that Y/N has only seen happen in Andy's eyes.

"Ofcourse, you're allowed, Silly! Don't tell your father that I'm letting you take two, though." She giggled conspiratorially.

"My lips are sealed." Jacob laughed, holding his crutch in one hand, while he mimed a zipper with the other.

He later picked one chocolate frosted, with chocolate chips on top, and one white frosted, with colorful sprinkles, for his donuts, along with one Mocha-latte. Y/N ordered her usual **F/P and ***F/C/D, and was in the process of paying when she heard, a motherly voice, she was definitely not in the mood to hear today.

"Jacob! Sweetie, you look so big! You've grown so much in the past two weeks..." Laurie cried, her hands on Jacob's shoulders, before she pulled him into a hug.

"Laurie, get your hands off of my son. You don't get to see him until this Saturday, you know that!" Y/N exclaimed, approaching them with fury. Her own protective motherly instincts had awoken at the sound of that woman's voice.

"Your son? Y/N surely you can't be serious. Jacob is, and always will be my son. I gave birth to him. I raised him. I protected and defended him, when no one else did!" Laurie shouted, making Jacob flinch. Y/N took hold of Jacob, gently freeing him from Laurie's clutches.

"Yeah, you did a mighty good job at that, when you tried to kill him by crashing that car." She said in an eerily calm way.

"Jacob go inside, and wait in the Lobby."

"If he died in that accident, then you'd have Andy all to yourself, you slut!" Laurie said, not caring who hears.

"You know that what happened wasn't an accident, Laurie. You pressured Jacob into confessing to something he didn't do, because that's all you believed." Y/N countered, causing Laurie to eat her words.

"You believed the worst in Jacob, and didn't care that he was innocent in all of it. And you think you deserve to be called a mother? You tried to kill him! Your own son. You don't deserve to be near Jacob or the rest of my family." She gasped, finally letting out all that she thought of Laurie in the past two years.

"If it were up to me, I'd deny you any of your parental rights. But I won't do that to Jacob, or Andy. Those two mean more to me than anything else in this world, and I will do whatever it takes to make them happy and safe." She sighed, a heavy weight lifting off of her shoulders.

"Now, go home, Laurie. Before I smack you with a restraining order. We'll see you this weekend, if you manage to stay away for that long..."

Y/N had won. She not only gave Laurie a piece of her mind, she had actually spoken a truth she knew to be true long before Andy and her had made themselves official. And as she sighed with even more relief, and turned around, she saw one handsome face and the face of a boy that's been through hell but was right there smiling, that couldn't help, but make her smile.

"Jacob and I mean more to you than anything, huh?" Andy shyly smiled, his teeth peeking through his lips.

"You do. More than you'll both ever know." Y/N replied, as she ran to the arms of her family. Content with the life she's built for herself, that's worth everything.

So, I may have gotten, little bit overboard with the request, and wrote my first ever Andy Barber fic, feat. Jacob Barber😅. I hope you don't mind, An🫶n. Your request was too good of an idea to pass up writing a full fic!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I also hope that this fic was a fun distraction from all this mess caused by certain people. And stay tuned, I'm not done writing yet. Because this was, sort of an energizer for me.😁

See you in the next one, my Fellow Fan Girls and Boys🫶

Chris Evans Characters Masterlist

Andy Barber Masterlist

[galaxyhux624]

intro post:

hey. you can call me laurie, hux, or reb (or all three, i'm not pressed). i was astralhux from 2011 - 2024 (well, really, the blog url was only astralhux from 2018 on, but you know what i mean). staff decided to term me in march of 2024 bc i like a certain true crime case -- i think we all know which one, bc no other case gets authorities this fucking heated, but just in case you don't, if you go on my ao3 (itallstartedwithdefenestration) you will prob figure it out pretty quick, haha

i didn't want to make a new blog for a long time because of how long i had astralhux and how much shit i had on it -- nearly half my life; the two most impactful romantic/sexual relationships i ever had, all four years of college, the gap year i took before college, every fandom i dipped my toes into, the chronology of my entire obsession with supernatural, a veritable fuckton of short fics i never posted to ao3, the rise and fall of the golden age of kylux (rip), my adventures in learning how to make gifs... just. a lot of me was in that blog. but over the months i realized staff wasn't going to give it back to me, and atp i'm just... tired of missing gifsets and my old friends and the general weird-ass community here which really can't be found anywhere else. so i came back, and i chose 9/18 specifically to do it because it's the anniversary of when i joined ao3. so i find that very apropos

this blog will probably be a bit of a mess for a while as i try to find as many of my old gifsets as i can, as well as any gifsets i can remember that i really loved (thank fuck for my wildly accurate memory of basically anything that was ever on my tumblr, lol). i'm also planning to remake at least some of my old sideblogs, though i'm not sure about that just yet -- but in any case, just bear with me while i try and get this stuff in order

thanks for reading, and i hope i'm back <3

[phantomwritezstuff077]

The Runt - Billy the Kid

Warnings for this chapter: language, hints of PTSD?, sad Laurie, mentions of emotional abuse/trauma.

Chapter Seven

Laurie laid on the guest bed, staring at the ceiling as she held up her stuffed goose, Goosey. The dim light of the lantern on the dresser was the only source of light in the room, Laurie was completely in her own world. Letting her mind wander until there was a knock at the door, causing her to sit up and set the stuffed animal to the side.

“It’s open,” the red-head said quietly. Billy opened the door, his blue eyes emitting nothing but concern for the child in front of him. He knew exactly why she was upset and why she had abruptly left the table like that. He wanted to check-in on her before it was lights out.

“Hey,” Billy greeted, sitting at the foot of Laurie’s bed. “You okay, kid?”

“I’m fine,” Laurie replied, pulling her knees to her chest as she looked out of the window. Laurie was never one who liked talking about her feelings, back on Jesse’s ranch, whenever she tried to express her emotions or feelings it would only end with Jesse berating her and making her feel guilty for having these kinds of feelings.

“Kid, I asked if you were okay,” Billy repeated, not buying into the obvious lie the girl was telling him. He knew he was probably treading on mighty thin ice by trying to get Laurie to actually admit that what was said back at the table had upset her, but he still tried. He wanted her to know that it was okay to express any negative emotion.

“I said I was fine,” Laurie snapped, her voice rising. She really did not want to talk about it, she just wanted to be left alone. 

Billy sighed, swallowing before he nodded.

Maybe next time.

“Okay, okay,” Billy finally said, “Mine and Melquiades’ room is just across from yours, knock on the door if you need anything, all right?” 

Laurie nodded, lying back down as Billy left, closing the door behind him. The young teen felt like absolute shit for snapping at him like that, he was just trying to help and she knew that. But she also just really did not want to talk about her feelings, because she never understood her feelings. How can you talk about yourself and get people to understand why you are the way that you are when you don’t even know the answer to that yourself?

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The next morning, the door to Laurie’s room was slammed wide open, causing Laurie to cry out and jump out of her bed as Billy and Melquiades bega to frantically search her room in a frenzy, cursing under their breath as they searched. 

“What is going on?!,” Laurie asked, watching the men in confusion as they looked at each other and ten at Laurie.

“The money’s gone,” Melquiades responded in a panicked tone, this only confused Laurie even more.

“What fucking money?,” she repeated. 

“The money that Melquiades and I won at the poker game last night,” Billy explained before him and Mel had a sudden mutual thought and they turned on their heels, racing down the stairs. 

Laurie stood there for a second, processing what was going on before she snapped out of it and followed them down the stairs. Her hair was still an absolute mess, she looked like she got into a fight with a stray cat. Billy and Melquiades were talking with Mrs. Buena, who was sitting on a chair and knitting without a care in the world.

“I will ask the president of Mexico if he can reimburse you. I’m sure my husband can arrange it,” Mrs. Buena said to Melquiades. Laurie was even more confused and a bit agitated. 

“Where are your daughters?,” Billy pressed, the stress in his voice was evident as Laurie came and stood next to him. This was happening pretty fast and she was still processing everything, she hadn’t even realized she was still holding Goosey in her hand until she looked down and saw the old plushie in her hand.

“I live here alone. With my husband,” Mrs. Buena replied simply, not looking down from the blanket she was knitting.

“The two girls we had dinner with last night. Who are they and where are they?,” Laurie jumped in, looking up from her hands. She hoped she was helping here by also pressing the situation. She wanted to make herself useful instead of standing around like a blind kitten. 

“You mean my nieces. They left early this morning,” Mrs. Buena told her, still not looking up from her little knitting project, seeming like she had no interest in talking to the two men and child. 

“For where?,” Billy asked, crouching down in front of the old woman.

“I think… Sacramento,” the older woman told him, still knitting. Laurie felt her blood run cold, she had lived in Sacramento for a couple of years when she was younger, however she hadn’t been there for 6 years. Her family ended up moving away from there after Laurie’s best friend, Dale, passed. 

“Sacramento?” Melquiades attempted to lunge at the older woman, only to be stopped and restrained by Billy, dragging him outside like a mother would drag her tantrum throwing toddler out of a shop. Laurie followed them outside as she held Goosey tightly in her hands.

“That was one big, fat, fucking mistake,” Billy hissed as they walked away from the house, looking back with a deathly stare. Laurie didn’t say anything as she walked, she had everything she needed anyways. Goosey and her sketchbook.

“I didn’t hear you or the child complain about being here!,” Melquiades argued.

“Because we both trusted you,” Billy snarled, taking off his hat and pointing at the man in front of him, making another gesture to Laurie.

“We’re fucked, man!,” Melquiades cried out, “What are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” Billy sighed, looking over at Laurie. The poor girl seemed a little bit spooked at the sudden yelling. He sighed, lowering his voice and looking over at Melquiades again. “You tell me. What are we gonna do?”

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The trio rode off to the bank, Laurie decided to stay behind with the horses while Billy and Mel went inside the building. The young teenager sat down by the post, leaning on it as Artax nickered, lowering his head and nuzzling her which made her smile and kiss the side of the stallion’s muzzle before opening up her sketchbook and starting a new drawing. 

Laurie sat there for about a minute or two before Billy came storming out of the building. She stood up, closing the sketchbook as she looked at him with a confused expression on her face. She studied his movements and facial expressions carefully and immediately saw he seemed incredibly pissed off about something.

“Come on!,” Melquiades hissed, trying to grab Billy’s arm but the young outlaw pulled away. Laurie wanted to ask what was going on but she was afraid to jump in, she felt like now was not the right time to be caught up on what had happened.

“I can’t do this,” Billy snapped, sighing as he rested his hands on the short wall, leaning a little bit as he inhaled.

“You can’t do this?,” Mel asked rhetorically, not seeming to care about Laurie’s presence. “We talked about this!”

“You don’t understand. I’m not a criminal,” Billy replied, looking at Laurie before he looked back at Mel, who only laughed out loud at the young man’s response. “I only shot someone once in self-defense and… I had no choice.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” Melquiades said, “No, you told me that you rustled cattle, you stole horses. Those are crimes, my friend.”

“But not against people,” Billy argued and Mel scoffed, turning away as he sighed.

All Laurie could do was stand there and watch, part of her screamed at her to get them to stop but the other part of her wouldn’t stop reminding her of what happened the last time she intervened in something like this and the image of Jesse smacking her across the face flashed through her mind. 

“I don’t rob stores because people help them,” Billy continued, “I tried that once. I’m not doing it again.”

“That is not a store, Billy. That is a bank,” Melquiades spat, pointing at the bank. And that was when Laurie understood. Mel wanted Billy to help him shoot up and rob a bank.

“Well, we wouldn’t just be robbing from this bank,” Billy retaliated, pointing at the bank as Laurie watched the scene unfold. “We’d be robbing from all of these people and their savings. Including that mother and her son. I won’t do that. It’s not right nor is it fair. And if that’s not reason enough, I am not going to drag Laurie into a life of crime.”

Melquiades glared at him before his sharp gaze snapped to Laurie, looking at her like she had just murdered his dog. The young girl felt herself flinch upon his gaze before he stormed off. Laurie walked over to Billy and sat next to him on the wall. She hadn’t even noticed how much she was shaking until she sat down and felt her entire body basically vibrating.

She really was fucked up if she was shaking like a hyperthermic bunny over simply witnessing an argument.

Billy noticed the young girl shaking and he sighed, putting his arm over her shoulder and pulling her in for a side-hug, rubbing her arm like a loving brother would. Laurie’s shaking body relaxed a little bit, she was still trembling but she visibly relaxed a whole lot after this gesture. The red-head rested her head on Billy’s arm, taking a deep breath as she held Goosey close to her chest. 

A/N:

Laurie needs a hug, and lots and lots of therapy

Tag:

@slutforsnow

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 1 Michael Myers

Warning: Mild talk of injuries.

This is a strange mix of Rob Zombie's remake and the OG Halloween. Background information, Reader is actually Michael's "only friend" and vaguely recognizes that Laurie is his little sister. Reader also has the nickname Sunny.

“And you chose here,” Ghost mocks for the fifth time as the rented car drives the team through the sleepy suburbs of Haddonfield, Illinois.

“If you keep making a fuss, you can walk,” Price immediately threatens as he turns down another street, careful of the few trick or treaters running across the road.

“Hey, there’s you,” Gaz teases Soap by pointing at an older man wearing a kilt and a shitty tam o’ shanter.

“Fook off,” Soap snarks back, elbowing his fellow Sergeant. Price sighs as they start to slap fight in the backseat, Ghost turning slightly in his seat to watch and judge the two idiots.

“Behave, you lot,” Price finally scolds.

“Yeah, don’ make th’ old man turn th’ car ‘round,” Ghost jokes. Price spares his Lieutenant a look before turning back to the road. Only to immediately slam on the brakes with a curse. Less than a meter before the hood of the car, you limp on the road with a heavily injured young woman on your back.

“Open the doors!” you beg, limping toward the side of the car, “Please, let us in!”

“What the hell?” Gaz sputters when they get a look at the two of you. The girl is obviously worse off, with a large slash down her arm and both her legs are dirty with mud and blood while one of her feet is held at an awkward stiffness, like it’s been badly twisted. You have mud all over, including on a scratch on your cheek and a very bloody wound on your side that’s hidden by your shirt.

“He’s here!” the girl chokes out, looking at the spot you both just appeared from. Price turns back and sees a man in a mechanic jumpsuit, wearing a white mask with fake hair, and holding the bloodiest fucking knife he’s seen off the battlefield. The man tilts his head, seeming to take in that there are four men in the car beside the two people he was following.

“Oh fuck,” you choke out, turning to put yourself between the man and the girl on your back. The man contemplates your group for a moment longer before disappearing back the way he came. Price relaxes somewhat before turning to you two, only to tense again at the twin looks of panic you both are wearing.

“Open the fucking door,” you demand, tugging at the door handle. It seems one of the boys had unlocked it or some failsafe had failed, as you wretch open the door and drop the girl into the car.

“Wait-!” the girl tries to argue.

“Don’t. You focus on getting to Doctor Loomis and the police, Laurie,” you snap, “I’ll buy you all some time.”

“What?!” Soap squawks as Price tenses at your plan.

“Like hell!” Gaz snarls, his Sergeant leaning over to drag you into the car, across their laps. You yelp in surprise, but Price doesn’t give a shit. He drives off, keeping an eye out for the fucker in the coveralls.

“Who th’ ‘ell was that?” Ghost demands.

“Micheal Myers,” you grunt, shifting across the three laps to keep pressure off the girl’s legs. Once you settle down, you continue, “He was convicted of murdering his older sister, stepfather, and his sister’s boyfriend on Halloween about fifteen years back. He seems to be targeting Laurie, and I’m not letting that fuck touch my little sister.” Price is impressed at your guts, before cursing as a bloody corpse is thrown at their car, forcing him to swerve. Barely keeping control of the car, Price speeds off, seeing Micheal step back out onto the street to watch them drive off.

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap gasps while Gaz twists in his seat, keeping an eye on the bastard as they continue to drive.

“Where’s the bloody police?” Price asks, only to slam on the brakes again with a curse as an old man steps in front of the car. He then snaps, “And why is every bloody idiot steppin’ in front of the bloody car?!”

“Laurie? Laurie Strode? Sunny?” the man calls out, peering into the car. You push yourself up as Laurie sobs in relief.

“Doctor Loomis!” you exclaim, trying to get out of the car. However, Soap and Gaz both lock their arms down on you, preventing you and thus Laurie from leaving.

“You Doctor Loomis?” Ghost asks, waiting for the man to nod his head, before demanding, “Where’s th’ police? We’ll drop ‘em off wit’ th’ officers, an’ come back t’ help deal wit’ th’ fucker.” The man tenses before dropping his shoulders with a nod.

“They’re two blocks away, in the park,” he tells them, pointing out the direction. Price nods and waits long enough for Loomis to move off to the side before pushing down the pedal. The car shoots off, Price focusing and planning already. Two civilians, no weapons, four men. He’s done more with less, he’ll get through this and find out just what’s going on.

[irkimatsu]

I don't know if this question has already been asked so I apologize in advance for the inconvenience! how did you find out about Hazbin hotel? and what charmed you about husky ? :3

Nope, hasn't been asked before! There's actually a long process on this one! Story time!

First time I heard about Hazbin Hotel was when the pilot came out; Twitter was buzzing about it, and that already might have drawn me in, because "dark musical comedy with fantasy elements and themes of forgiveness and redemption" is already right up my alley and I could feel the Jhonen Vasquez inspiration radiating off the character designs. But what really tipped me off was a friend of mine, Lauri; she was particularly excited about it, and I trust her taste, so I jumped in. (Helps that her favorite is Alastor, who reminds me a lot of another character we bonded over back in the day. Seems we have a "she likes a sadistic bastard and I like the guy held emotionally captive by him" thing going on.) And I loved it! Wasn't super invested just yet, but I did really hope it'd be a full series someday. Don't think I really noticed Husk at this point. I was still deep in Osomatsu-san brainrot, so if anything I probably just went "haha cranky cat, it's like Ichimatsu" and then moved on from him. Favorite at this point was actually Charlie, and she's still a close second. Loved and wanted more of Charlie from day one. She has such magical girl vibes, I love her

Helluva Boss pilot dropped, what, a month later? Watched that because I liked Hazbin and holy shit is that Richard Horvitz. Richard Horvitz said fuck. Okay clearly I need to keep up with this one. And so I did! Avoided its presence on the Internet like the plague, though, because it's a fucking dumpster fire in there and I didn't feel like writing multiple well-sourced essays defending myself for liking a web cartoon that says fuck and makes jokes about murder. Watched it in secret, basically, aside from the occasional fanart reblog. It wasn't a hyperfixation yet, just a fun thing to watch every time a new episode dropped. Catchy music, Moxxie and Blitzo are my boys, it's a fun little side hobby, hey what if the Matsuno brothers started an assassination business in hell-

(Somewhere in here I watched "The Good Place" from start to finish, which isn't super relevant, just that the reason I started watching it was because I thought, hey, isn't that show about redeeming sinners? That's what Hazbin's about! I think I really like that concept, so I'll check it out! Two very different shows, but they're both dear to me because god I need forgiveness narratives, especially in today's social hellscape.)

2024, and I find out that the Hazbin series is finally out because Twitter won't shut the fuck up about how "Poison" is homophobic and victim-blaming or whatever. My main thought is, of course, "oh shit, that's finally out! time to watch it!", not believing any of the criticisms because I already decided years ago that the Internet is fucking stupid about this franchise. First four episodes were up at this point. Watched it fully expecting to enjoy it, but not really expecting to get too invested, still assuming I'll never talk about it online because I just do not need to deal with that shit. Still love Charlie, and the rest of the cast charms me quickly - especially Husk, because in the main series he quickly proves to have more to him here than the pilot let on. Hazbin really said, here, have a scrungy old cat with emotional trauma. I gobbled that shit up immediately.

And then " Loser, Baby" happened. Husk's dancing. Husk's singing voice. Husk's attitude of "yep, shit sucks, we screwed up, there's no use denying it or downplaying it but we're not getting anywhere if we wallow alone in our own misery", that theme of redemption and hope I wanted from this show from the start, here he was exemplifying it. I watched that scene on YouTube constantly, fully expecting to fall in love with Huskerdust. I did, for about five minutes.

And then I realized, fuck, I'm not actually in love with this ship, I'm in love with Husk. So much so that despite my misgivings, I couldn't just keep my mouth shut about how much I love this show, especially how much I love Husk. But no way in hell am I saying that on Twitter, people suck over there, and besides, the character limit isn't enough for all the rambling I wanted to do. So I dusted off my Tumblr blog and quickly became unhinged.

And now I'm here!

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

CHAPTER 19

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 19

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: None, I think.

A/N: Hello Laurie.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 2335

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Two sandwiches later Annie was sitting on Andy’s lap, they broke the kiss they were sharing.

“You have a lot of things to do.” She said looking at the bunch of files on his desk. “I should go.”

“I’ll see you in a couple hours.” They kissed again until they heard the door handle twisted.

“Andy open the door man, come on.” Anthony’s voice sounded through the door.

“Shit,” Andy stood, took Annie’s coat and put it on her. “Cover yourself, quickly.” Annie giggled, closing her coat, giving him a nod to open the door. He was about to opened the door, but then he didn’t.

“Let me open the windows, it smells like sex in here.” He was nervous which made Annie laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, your pussy smells like heaven but, you know.”

“I know, ready?” Andy nodded and opened the door.

“Ok, honey, thanks for my lunch.”

“No problem.” She said carrying the basket “I see you later” She kissed him in front of everyone and left. “Bye, guys. Bye, Neil.” Neil lifted his hand and waved goodbye, then turned to see Andy.

“You lucky bastard!” Anthony said pushing Andy inside his office.

“I knew” Seb said with a wide smile.

“You knew? I asked you this morning what was new and you literally said nothing!”

“Well it was not my news to share.” Seb made himself comfortable in the couch. “Please tell me it is safe for me to sit here.”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Cuz you are dating a 20 year old and you hadn’t had sex since your wife left you. I wouldn’t blame you for trying to make up for the lost time.”

“It’s safe for you to sit there, ok.”

“So? Did you ask her out?” Anthony said looking at Andy.

“Yes, of course.” Andy smiled at them.

“Dude, you’re in love. You have hearts in your eyes. I’m happy for you, she cares for you and is obvious she totally loves you too.”

“Thanks, man. So what happened with Sharon?”

“Who the hell is Sharon?” Anthony asked.

“Annie’s friend, we kind of had a double date last Friday. Totally improvised.” Andy said.

“Ok, sharing is caring, from now on if I ask what’s new, you tell me the fuck is happening!”

“Sure, man. So what happened with you two?” Andy inquired sitting on his chair.

“Oh you know, not much.”

“Not much?” Andy said. “You did “not much” with Sharon?”

“I’m a gentleman, I won’t speak about what happened.”

“WOW! I want to meet this Sharon girl. You always talk about the girls you’re with.” Anthony mentioned.

“Well, people can change!” Both Andy and Anthony laughed “Any way, we are having another date next weekend.”

“Oh my god! Is this real? Was the lion tamed????” Anthony joked.

“Shut up!”

“I’m not trying to kick you out of my office, but I am. I have to work.”

“Hey what happened with that Stacy girl? Is she sick or something? Her desk is empty.” Anthony asked.

“No, she just didn’t showed up today. Lynn tried to call her but it goes directly to voice mail. Therefore Lynn is fucking mad at everyone today because she doesn’t have an assistant. To be honest I’m glad she is not here, and I hope she doesn’t come back, she was very noisy.”

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Manhattan, New York.

Amanda Brighton was walking towards Laurie’s loft near central park. She was hired by Laurie to investigate her ex, Andy Barber. And for that she created herself a new identity, Stacy Martinsson applied for the DA assistant position and she got it. It’s not hard to win a position when you lied in your resume. She was very well known in the private investigation scene, any men or women who wanted the best will come to her, however, during her time in Newton it was nearly impossible to make a move without being notice since it is such a small town. Amanda arrived to the building, headed to the elevator and push the button of the 30th floor.

Laurie Cox, which was her name now, was a renowned gallery owner and a restorer of paintings. After she left, the now famous ADA, she married Michael Cox, a 45 year old man, who gave her everything she wanted.

The lift ding opening the door into Laurie’s living room, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

“It was about damn time you show up, you know I’m very busy.” Laurie said dryly.

“And you know I had to drive all the way back from Newton, I needed to rest.” Answered her back in annoyance.

“Let’s go to my office.”

Once there, they both sat and Amanda handed the folder with all the information, photos and videos she got while staying in Newton.

“So you mentioned Andy was married now.” Laurie said opening the file to read the information.

“That’s what he said, with a young girl, I of course didn’t believe him, and then I found out she was just his nanny. Annabelle Marie Johnson, education student at Lasell, 21 years old.” Laurie took the picture of said girl.

“Hmmmm cute, not really Andy’s type. Too plain.” She then took a copy of a picture with Andy and Jake in it and smiled. “Did you see him?”

“Your son? Yes and no.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I tried to take pictures of him at his school but, turns out you can get near unless you have a kid so…”

“Oh My god, I really can’t believe you.” Laurie said rolling her eyes.

“Anyway, I tried again this past weekend but he wasn’t home, it was just Andy and the girl fucking on the couch.”

“Right the day you almost got caught… again.” Laurie sigh “How many times were you actually close to be caught?”

“You know the place! I was the new one, everyone kept an eye on me. It wasn’t easy.”

“Whatever, I’ll bring your money.” She stood up, left the room and came back with two bundles of bills, only hundreds. “Thank you for your service.”

Amanda left and Laurie was left alone holding the picture of the family she once had and kissed it.

Meanwhile back in Newton Annie baked Jake’s favorite cookies. It was almost 7 and both Andy and Jake were not home yet. She had bought a peperoni pizza for dinner, nuggets and fries, and set everything on the table and wait for them.

“Honey! I’m home.”

“In the kitchen.” She was putting the chocolate chip cookies on a plate, when Andy walked to her and kissed her temple. “What did Mrs. Lopez say?”

“They’re almost here.”

“Perfect. I got all Jake’s favorites. I bought ice cream too.”

“Honey, you got him in the bag, you don’t need to do all of this to win his heart.”

“I’m not doing it because of that.” She said offended.

“Sure, honey.” Andy’s phone ding “he’s here, Let me get him, be right back.”

Andy came back just a couple of minutes later. Jake running towards the kitchen.

“Annie!!!!!!!!” Jake jumped to her arms.

“Hi, baby!” she hugged him tightly “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah! We swim, and we eat hot dogs, and and and…we go to camping!”

“Oh my god, that sounds so much fun!”

“I missed you” Jake hid his face in her neck.

“Aw, we missed you too. And that’s why we have a surprise for you.”

“Really?”

“Aham, but you have to close your eyes, ok?” The boy nodded and put his hands over his eyes.  She walked to the dining table, carrying Jake, Andy following them close behind. “Alright, you can open them now.” Jake squeal when he saw the table full with his favorite food.

“I lof you.” Jake said to her giving her kissing on her cheeks,

“I love you too, let’s sit.”

“I wanna sit with you.”

“Jake, you go on your chair, come on buddy.”

“I don’t mind. Just this time, right baby?” She kissed the boy’s cheek and he nodded.

Andy serve the plates for the three of them. Jake talking about all the adventures him and Luis had on Luis’ grandma house. By the time they finish Jake was still talking, the boy had a lot of energy even though his trip lasted at least 5 or 6 hours, Annie was putting the plates on the sink.

“Jake, we need to talk to you.” Andy interrupted him, a serious tone in his voice.

“Ok” Jake said with a small voice. “I do something wong?”

“No buddy, of course not. Honey come here.” Jake gave his dad a weird look when he called Annie “honey”. She then sat on Andy’s lap. “So, ammm I, how do I say this?”

“Jake you know how you told me your daddy liked me?”

“Yes, he do!” the boy smiled

“Wait, he told you that? You told her?”

“No…” Jake lied.

“Well, ammm your dad and I decided we would like to try to be together, you know like boyfriend and girlfriend.” Jake was confused now. “Do you understand what that is?” The boy shook his head.

“Jake we want to be together, like mommies and daddies are.” Andy said. The boy’s eyes shone. The boy jumped up and down

“Yes! I haf a mommy!” Andy and she shared a concerned look.

“Ammm not quite…” Andy said.

The boy ran towards her arms “I lof you mommy!” Annie’s eyes filling with tears.

“I love you too, baby.” Kissing the top of his head.

After dinner, Andy stayed in the kitchen picking off the table and washing the dishes, while Annie bathed Jake and put him to bed. She then went to her room, sitting on her bed, she had no idea how much time has passed, until the soft knock against her door made her snapped out of her trance.

“Hey, honey. You spending the night here?”

“No, I’ll be right with you, I just needed a moment alone.” Andy sat next to her.

“Want to talk? You seem overwhelmed.”

“He called me mommy” Annie says in a small voice.

“Come here.” Annie sat on his lap on hugged each other. “If you don’t like it I can talk to him. I know he is not your son so I’ll make him understand mommy is a bit much for you now.”

“It’s not that.” She sobbed a bit “What if we broke up? He will be heart broken and I can’t deal with that!” a single tear falling down her right cheek.

“Shhhh, we have to be positive about what we have, I love you. I don’t want to break up with you, at least not now.” He chuckled a bit.

“It’s not funny, I don’t wanna hurt Jake.”

“I know you don’t. Let’s enjoy the moment, ok?” He said cleaning her tear away and giving her a small kiss on the nose. “You know why you worried?” Annie shook her head. “It’s you mother instinct.” He smiled at her. “I’ll talk to him. Now, let’s go to sleep, I had a long day at the office.”

They walked to their room, both stripped their clothes off and wore something more comfortable, laying one next to the other, Andy took her by the waist, sharing a few kisses before Annie turned to be the little spoon cuddling.

“Good night, honey.” A kiss in the back of her neck.

“Good night, baby.”

The house was quiet, only de snores of Andy could be heard in the room. Annie turned, her hand falling on Andy’s chest, when all of the sudden the loud cries of Jake woke them up.

“DADDY!!!!!!!”

Andy ran towards his room, Jake sitting on his bed heavily breathing and crying, his face complete red because of the lack of oxygen.  Andy took Jake in his arms but his crying won’t subside, in fact it was getting worst.

“Shhhh, come on buddy, daddy is here.” Andy started rocking the child “Shhhhh, there, there.”

Annie was looking at the scene, Andy’s eyes were glossy by now, concern written all over his face. She had never seen Jake like this, the “worst” she had witness was him wetting the bed or sneak to their rooms to sleep. Annie reacted when Andy passed by her going to the bathroom and open the shower getting in carrying his son.

“Jake, breath, look at me.” Jake turned to his dad, warm water falling on their bodies, took his hand and put it on his chest. “We are breathing ok? Do it with me.” Andy took a deep breath and Jake followed. “Good, that’s my boy.”

Annie turned the shower off, when Jake leaned against his dad’s chest, the crying stopped, and his breathing became normal.

“I soggy, daddy.”

“It’s ok buddy. We are here.”

Annie went to get a new set of pajamas for Jake, while Andy dried himself and Jake in their bedroom.

“Can you change him?” she nodded “Be right back, I’ll warm some milk for him.”

After Annie put his clothes on him, she took him in her arms and started to hum a lullaby her mother used to sing, rocking the child from side to side and giving him slight pads on his bum.

“No leave mommy…” Jake’s small voice made her look down.

“I won’t leave you. I promise.” She kept rocking him until she looked down to see Jake sleeping, she kissed him on the cheek and laid down with him. When Andy came back, they were in bed, Annie’s eyes heavy with sleep.

“Is he sleeping?” She just hummed and Andy put the glass of milk in his night stand. “Ok, let me take him to his room.” Annie complained when Andy tried to take him away and hugged Jake tighter and closed her eyes, Andy took a deep breath, smile to himself and laid next to them, his arm reaching for both as much as she could. “Good night, mommy.”

HELLO LAURIE 

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Halloween Smash or Pass: DBD Survivors

Dwight Fairfield: Sad little puppy man, pathetic. Pass, I would ruin him.

Meg Thomas: Took care of her sick mom, super athletic, for some reason people diss on her a lot. Smash

Claudette Morel: OUR AUTISTIC QUEEN. SHE HEALS. SHE HIDES. SHE'S CUTE. SHE'S GOOD AT BOTANY. TOTAL SMASH.

Jake Park: Survival Expert, liked camping, literally ran off into the woods despite being the son of a wealthy ceo to live off grid. Pass, I like wifi.

Nea Karlsson, a street artist who is extremely quiet and sneaky. Also gets made fun of a lot? Idk she's kinda cute though a lot of her skins are like, hey, why. Smash

Laurie Strode: Character modelers did her dirty. Pass, isn't she like, 17.

Ace Visconti. I know he's not a bad guy but like. He's so greasy. Pass

Bill Overbeck: He survived zombies and then he survives DBD's bullshit? He can get himself off the ground, he can protect his allies, He can do it All. Smash

Feng Min: Greasy selfish gamer girl, but she's under a lot of self pressure. I relate, Pass though.

David King: Strong Dude that loved getting into fights. I'm pretty sure he's kind to the other survivors though. I think I could actually fix him, Smash.

Quentin Smith: Another like, 17 year old? 18? A youth whose modeler just fucked him over. His old model had him nicknamed "Golem." Pass.

David Tapp: A cop, so inherently unfuckable. A shame though, because he is fine. And brave. and sturdy. So, so sturdy. sigh Pass.

Kate Denson: Great at evading the killer, a beam of positivity and strength. Incredibly hot, Smash, Smash 10/10

Adam Francis: A teacher, brave, smart, tenacious. Multilingual. Smash

Jeff Johansen: A chill dude who does graphic design. And has ASS FOR DAYS. THE BOY THICC. HE'S AN OATMEAL PACKET OF A MAN. Smash

Speaking of the thiccness, Jane Romero. She was a celebrity, I think a news anchor or something. She wanted others to find the same success she did, but her mom was an asshole. Smash

Ash Williams from Ash vs Evil Dead, I've never seen the movies, but his hand is questionable. Pass

Nancy Wheeler: This is a child, good bye

Steve Harrington: I'm like 95% sure this is also a child. I don't watch stranger things

Yui Kimura: SHE'S A HOT LEADER OF A GANG OF WOMEN WHO SUPPORT ONE ANOTHER AND SHE RIDES A MOTORCYLE WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, SMASH

Zarina Kassir: An investigative documentarian who tries to expose stories of corruption and abuse. Strong Smash

Cheryl Mason: This is a CHILD stop giving me CHILDREN.

Felix Richter: He's, an architect, who, was looking for his dead parents? idk. Pass, he's boring

Elodie Rakoto: Apparently Felix' friend? Her parents saved her from the entity? She's very pretty, Smash

Yun-Jin Lee: A music producer who did an opsie daisies and hyped up a serial killer by accident.

Jill Valentine: DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID? DO YOU THINK ME BLIND WITHOUT HANDS? DO YOU THINK ME NOT A PARCHED WANDERING SOUL SEEKING WATER? OF COURSE SMASH.

Leon Scott Kennedy may be baby girl, but he is not my baby girl. Pass. I know someone else will treat him well

Mikaela Reid: Too cool for me, and capable of literal actual magic. Cute, but pass.

Jonah Vasquez is a mathematician from Fresno and listen. I'd destroy him. Smash

Yoichi Asakawa: Oh so this is the child you make into an adult. No. Forever child. Unfortunate connection to Sadako either way. Pass, but I would help him out.

Haddie Kaur: She's got actual whole ass psychic powers but she's very, very pretty. Love the supernatural white hair streaks going on. Smash

Ada Wong: She's got weird spy shit going on and would never have attention for me. Which I need, or I'll DIE. She's Leon's situationship. Pass

Rebecca Chambers: Okay I know she's a whole ass adult but she looks like the Eternal Baby. Rebecca Chambers is going to be small forever, and that's her curse to bare. Frightens me. Pass

Vittorio Toscano is a literal renaissance man who has serious knowledge of the occult and I wouldn't listen to a thing he said because I'm going to devour him like the never ending pasta at the olive garden. Smash

Thalita Lyra: she's got a good sense of wonder, whimsy, and community, and actively just wants to build community. She's got baby face though. Not as bad as the ETERNAL BABY, but, Pass

Renato Lyra: INCREASE BABY FACE TO MAXIMUM, CAPTAIN. Pass

Gabriel Soma: Is a clone baby made in a pink mush factory. Don't know how to break it to him. Pass

Nicolas Cage: Do I want to fuck Nicolas Cage? No. Do I have any interest physically or emotionally in Nicolas Cage? No. would I do it for the clout? Yes. I'm not dumb. Smash.

Ellen Ripley: Her modeler did her dirty but she's fucking Ellen Ripley I'm not stupid. She'd break me but it'd be worth it. Smash

Alan Wake: Isn't he married. I'm pretty sure he's married. But also, he's very much not fuckable. Too sad and damp. Very damp mop of a man. Tons of trouble. Stay far away from me, pass.

Sable Ward: I'm pretty sure she's gay for Mikaela. I can't break their relationship up. Pass

Aestri Yazar & Baermar Uraz - The Troop: I don't wanna fuck the elves. I know, I know. But like. I don't wanna fuck the elves.

Lara Croft: Too good for me. Also I'm pretty sure she has a girlfriend? Isn't there some girl in the new games? I'm not a homewrecker, pass.

Trevor Belmont:

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Chapter 30

Kyubi decided to go to Rivers School, as her teacher was getting concerned. Then, the sound of squeaky wheels echoed through the hallway as Lucy came in with her trashcan and broom. Her sweaty hair dangled in her face and her cheap dress kept everyone wondChloeg what happened to that ambitious Japanese woman that was about to graduate here.

"You rea' for' trashca'?" Lucy said meekly and chirpily, having grown accustomed to her new job.

Lauri nodded and pointed to the full waste bin beside the desk. Lucy picked it up and emptied it.

"Ummm…Lucy?" Lauri asked, taking a break from her pretty nails.

Lucy looked up.

"Do you, like, remember anything from before?" Lauri's voice kept anyone from taking her seriously, but Lucy always listened to her. "Like, I know that I used to be smart… But, it's, like, getting harder and harder to remember. Do you remember how you used to be?"

Lucy smiled and said, "No unastan."

Lauri nodded and smiled back as she watched Lucy wheel her trashcan back down the hallway to clean the bathrooms

Ok teacher, rot their brains into not caring one fucking bit about what you are doing. Once done, get some money from ’em and get done up like me.

Jack smiled and smiled more as Jenny slinked down wearing nothing but a black garter belt, panties, lace bra and her thigh boots carrying a tray with ice cold beers on it. “Oh, I got some plans and some people to see. Thanks for the beers bitch!”

Jenny giggled and gave him a big tongue kiss as she passed the beers out. Mark felt up her ass and she ground back into his hand with a wink. Tara saw her husband sitting on the chair and waved. “Hey baby! I’m leaving you to go and be a groupie and dancer with Jack band! I’m gonna fuck Jack and his band and party until I die! See ya loser!”

Dr. Smith looked up with a weary expression and waved his hand in dismissal. “Whatever, its not like I can ever do anything to control you. Have a nice life bitch.” And then he headed over to the liquor cabinet and poured a drink. Then he went and turned on the TV and they went on their uncaring ways, never again to try and control the teens and their parties into drones who only gave a shit about punching the clock and could care less about what their fuckup students could be doing. Now to find his wife another teacher here to punish for taking an interest some mental and behavioral adjustments must be made.”

Mr. Perkins strapped a pink helmet onto her head, fiddled with some buttons, and then signaled to Dale. Dale began reading from a piece of paper.

“Your name is Cindy Brown. You are my wife. You are 21 years old, and we got married yesterday. You are a stupid girl who only cares about cock, makeup, and pleasing me. You are obsessed with celebrity gossip and fashion magazines. You love soap operas and reality television. You love to look as slutty as possible, and you’re always wearing the sluttiest clothes and makeup you can find. You love makeup that makes you look like a whore. You think I am the smartest, strongest, and sexiest man ever. You think I am a genius, and I’m so much smarter than you. You live with me in my studio apartment, and your only goal in life is to cook, clean, and do whatever I tell you. You talk and act like a ditz at all times, and you believe whatever I tell you. You dropped out of high school because you were too stupid to learn remedial home economics, and you constantly think about sucking my cock and pleasing me. Your favorite movie is “The Hottie and the Nottie.” You will talk in a sexy, high-pitched, and breathy voice at all times. You giggle and squeal and clap your hands all the time. You have long nails which you are constantly painting and admiring. You always go to beauty parlors and talk about inane things with the other girls. In our apartment, you are always wearing the sluttiest maid outfit or whorish ensemble I want. You always wear high platform heels, and you mince and wiggle your hips when you walk. You are always wearing cheap jewelry and strong perfume. You love that you are so stupid, and every time I talk you get wet. You worship me, I am the center of your universe, and you will spend the rest of your life doing and thinking whatever I tell you. Because I’m 60, when I die before you, you will marry my little brother Earl, and he will condition you to be a good girl too. You talk and think and do as I tell you. For instance, you believe that all girls are as stupid as you, and women are only good for sucking cock and cleaning. You talk like the most ditzy Marilyn Monroe, and you giggle every time you speak. You will refer to me as Daddy. You believe the Earth is flat, and you believe that Jesus wrote the Bible while riding on Dinosaurs. ou must repent.”

“Repent,” Kate gurgled.

“In order to repent, you must renounce your former life. Your career as a scientist, and your life as an atheist, have deeply hurt Jesus, who bears you infinite love. You feel his love, don’t you? You feel his love caressing your soul and breathing goodness into your heart.”

“Yes,” Kate moaned, “I feel his love.”

“You feel his love animating your soul, raising it from the ashes of atheism in which it once dwelled. It is free now, as free as the Phoenix and as pure as an everlasting autumn.”

Tears of joy ran down Kate’s face.

“You will renounce your former life in order to maintain the purity of your soul. That is the most important thing in your life now. You must serve Jesus with every fiber of your being, without question and with complete obedience. In order to accomplish this, you must transform into the perfect image of a Christian woman. Only then will you have repented for your grievous sins.”

“Transform. Christian woman.” Kate intoned.

“The perfect Christian woman is, first and foremost, an obedient wife to her husband. She is her husband’s property, and through serving her husband she is serving God. Her husband is her master, given dominion over her by the sacred texts of the Bible. She accepts his every word without question. She is to obey his every whim and submit to him in all things. This is most important. She is not to think for herself. She is too stupid and weak to think without the assistance of her husband. Opinions and ideas, thought and inquiry, it is all too difficult for her inferior brain to comprehend. She knows only that she must please her husband, and must accept whatever he tells her as the absolute truth. To question him is to question God, which is a sin punishable by eternal hell fire. Besides, why would she ever want to question her husband? He is the wisest and most just of men. Everything he says is as true as the word of God.”

“Wisest. Most just.” Kate repeated.

“She must do everything her husband says. It is her role to be completely obedient. She is to never wear pants. Pants are for men, who are the ones to work. Women are never to have a career. That would be un-Christian. The perfect Christian woman does not work. Even if she wanted to, which she doesn’t, she would not have the intelligence or skills to do so. Thus, she is to be a housewife.”

“Housewife.”

“A perfect Christian woman is in essence a perfect housewife. A perfect housewife always wears frivolous dresses and high heels to please her husband. She does her hair and makeup to the specifications of her husband. She does not read, except for fashion magazines and the Bible. She hates science, progress, secularism, and liberals. They are all foot-spawn of Satan, and her husband, to whom she is in adoration, is the noble upholder of true Christian values. He is a Republican, as all true Christians are, and she is to be devoted to the ideas and principles of the Tea party. The Tea Party is so wise, so in touch with the will of God, that to oppose it would to be oppose the will of God himself.”

Pastor Ted waved his hand over Kate’s face, but she was too far gone to react.

“You now know the values and duties of a perfect Christian woman. Your past life, as Kate Griffin the atheistic scientist, is forgotten. You are now christened the name Bunny, a name in honor of perpetual, eternal obedience.”

Earl stoked the coals of his barbeque. He had royal sausages cooking, hamburger patties and red-eye steak. The backyard wedding reception, officiated by Pastor Ted, had been a smashing success. This was just two weeks after the local schoolboard had announced the decision to teach creationism in the classroom. Kate Griffin, who was the most vocal opponent of creationism in the community, had up and disappeared after the announcement was made. People assumed she had left the town in disgust, but no one had been able to track her whereabouts. Earl was glad the liberal bitch had left. For all he cared, she could teach her evolution to a gravestone. But that didn’t matter because he had found Bunny, the woman he was to marry, who knew the true place of women and wasn’t at all like that uppity, science bitch Kate who assumed she was smarter than everyone because she had a fancy college degree. Earl, a truck driver and member of the tea party, hated intellectual liberals more than he hated the rival of his college football team. But that didn’t matter now. He was celebrating today.

He turned over the burnt side of the sausages and looked at his soon-to-be wife. Unlike that flat bitch Kate, Bunny had melons the size of volleyballs. They were on prominent display through a flowery pink sun-dress, which was short enough to reveal her lace pink thong. Her hair, glittery and perfumed, had been done up to look like Pamela Anderson. Unlike any bitch he had ever met, Bunny dressed exactly as he told her to. She was in pink platform heels, and had done her face up to look like a living sex doll. Thick pink lip gloss, dark mascara, foundation and blush and every other cosmetic that Walmart would sell. Cheap sparkling ear-rings dangled from her ears and jiggled along with her monstrous tits and bubble butt whenever she wiggled her hips. Her nails were long, as he liked, and painted an acrylic pink pattern of hearts and lipstick kisses. Finally, a crucifix hung over her cleavage, but he wouldn’t be looking at that. Bunny, who had a big grin on her face, was talking with Pastor Ted. She noticed Earl, blew Pastor Ted a kiss, and then minced over to the barbeque in her heels. You are Cindy, my stupid whore wife, and I am Daddy, the smartest and sexiest man to ever live.”

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She entered the private foyer, greeted by Amanda who appeared comfortably surrounded by a number of hired guards. She held her phone up to her ear but offered a condoling smile as she attempted to conclude her conversation. Flickers of light occurred behind the glass which parted slowly with Zach’s entry. Amanda lowered her arm, dismissing whoever had been on the other end of the call in order to tend to him. Alex observed their interaction. She had always been hypervigilant and initially distrustful of all she encountered. After her involvement with Peter, she discreetly lent her expertise to Zach. Amanda had always seemed authentic. Though she understood she had a critical role to perform as his manager, she extended herself as a maternal figure as well. Perhaps she sensed that he needed it. Comfort and nurturing, but also discipline where it mattered.

Amanda looked toward her, taken aback by how undisturbed Zach appeared to be. At least externally. Alex shrugged her shoulders, but Amanda knew. Even though her intentions were nothing but honest, she could not help but to envision Alex as a tool. Somehow, she had learned how to placate the minacious creature inside of him and it only grave rise to her corrective plan. They needed her officially on their team and unofficially as his partner. She continued her stale dialogue with Zach, informing of their accommodations for the evening but it seemed as if she had something else on her mind. Perhaps she had already begun filtering through the many ways she could convince Alex to agree to this formal arrangement. Or maybe she remained preoccupied with negotiating with Zach’s mother. How they could rid of the problem before she became public knowledge and stole another ounce of his star dust.

The ride up to his hotel suite was quiet, but she watched him carefully. The way his dark tattoos peeked beneath his loosened shirt. The film of dried sweat that clung to each of his perfectly chiseled muscles. She shook herself from the explicit fantasy that danced behind her eyes and focused her attention forward, counting the number of floors until they’d reached the top. The doors opened to reveal an ongoing celebration, just waiting for the guest of honor to arrive. Alex laughed at his surprise, guiding him further into the room. The bottle of Dom was popped just as quickly as it was received, the sweetened spray cascading over them, their friends, the crew. All of which had helped to make his first night on tour a success. She squealed softly, outstretching her hands to prevent it from ruining her Dolce and Gabbana dress. They had their answer indeed. Zach was promptly flanked by those who had not had the privilege of complimenting his job well done.

She wanted him to have his moment. A moment for herself didn’t sound terrible either. Alex faded into the kitchen area for a drink and maybe the opportunity to process all that had occurred. If she needed to, an opportunity to forget was only just down the hall in her room.

With a start, he recognized that their chosen song for his entrance was his own (an older track, last album, a lifetime ago; Party Monster), accompanied by an off-key singalong by half the dancers. He rolled his eyes happily, bodies flurrying him like the eye of a storm, and he lost Alex in the mix. His heart went up like a rocket with the attention, bursting right at the base of his throat. He laughed, unlocked his jaw to welcome a free pour of champagne, accepted congratulations and praise. It felt good - it felt great, actually, and it was a little too familiar. Midway through a conversation, he found himself half-listening, eyes darting over shoulders for something he knew he shouldn’t be searching for. Over the tour preparation period, someone (his suspicion was Amanda or Ryan) had been sending whispers rippling on a breeze to hide any narcotic consumption from him.

Ryan, he knew, had picked up on just how close he had come that night at his house. Unable to rely only on his devotion to Alex alone, he had to look for alternate routes. So now, though he spoke to his friends with their pupils blown wide, their jaws ticking, he was hard pressed to spot any casual usage anymore. His teeth gritted faintly, grinding down on the instinct to go looking. But it didn’t disappear; instead, it sank, settling in his stomach and roiled. He took another drink and stole away to settle onto one of the vast sofas. It didn’t take long - thirty seconds, maybe sixty, like she had been waiting but unable to be patient for long - Aubrey landed hard next to him. His tired gaze flipped over her in a second; funny, her blonde hair and white satin dress ran in parallel to Alex’s brunette and black. “Hi, Rockstar,” she smiled brilliantly. His lip twitched. There was an ease to her, as if maybe for the first time in almost a year, she was her old self. Just happy to be around him, not angling for a thing.

“White was a choice,” he observed, then mimed spilling a drink on her. “No mercy for mistakes.” She laughed, swilling her champagne and nodding. “You know me and mistakes,” she said. “Practically strangers.” She gestured at him loosely. “You can’t say shit. Look at the state of your poor shirt. What did Tom Ford ever do to deserve that?” He laughed, too, and was alarmed at the simplicity of it all. Maybe Alex was right. Maybe he didn’t have to let Laurie dictate the significance of tonight; maybe things, almost everything, really had changed for the better. It was odd to think these changes could be a result of his own efforts. “Fuck off, is this Tom Ford. We’ve got about a hundred of these things.” He plucked at the loose thread where a button once was. “Props. I would’ve changed if…” he trailed off, accidentally having revisited the unprocessed memory.

Her hand came down over his where it rested on the sofa. He flinched, but didn’t steal it back. He looked at her quizzically, and her face was a picture of empathy. “Hey, I already heard.” Zach understood her meaning; you don’t have to lie, but you don’t have to talk about it, either. He said nothing, only looked at her with a question mark on his face. Her lips twitched subtly. “Fuck her.” She smiled. He smiled back, then laughed, taking his hand out from under hers. “Fuck her,” he parroted. She patted the space where it once was and shifted marginally closer. He tensed, couldn’t help it. He was so wary around her now, after everything. What a stark contrast to only a year prior. He wondered if it was hard for her to stomach, though he struggled to find it in himself to be sorry. Both of them had betrayed one another, in some convoluted, specific to years of unique friendship way. Each time they found themselves alone now, exactly how much was still unsaid, unresolved, mounted between them brick by brick.

“I just wanted to say,” she began, and his walls went up further. She sensed it, frowned imperceptibly. “Tonight was amazing. The show, you. I’ve missed seeing you up there. But, it seemed different. You feel that too?” He relaxed a little, nodded. She nodded too, then smiled. “It’s a good thing, I think. I hate change. I know you used to, too.” She shrugged. “But I think I’m warming up to it now.” It was funny, he thought. Was he the only one bad with words, or was it that his only practice through lyrics? She got up to go, sensing the solitary nature of his mood. “Aub.” He grabbed her wrist. She turned back. He opened his mouth, ready to say something - anything - but then it closed again. She laughed and pulled her arm away. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Then she wandered away, back into the party.

[fallout-lou-begas]

Related to my last reblogged post about how nobody in the Fallout universe never seems to clean up their living areas, I love how the Bison Steve Hotel in Primm was a functional, working, inhabited hotel run by a woman named Old Laurie that only closed down a few months before the start of the game (according to dialogue with Johnson Nash), a hotel that even Cass is well familiar with and can probably be assumed to have stayed in at some point (given her location bark if you visit it with her), but if you go inside the Bison Steve Hotel and check out the rooms on the upper floors, there are literally SKELETONS EVERYWHERE

[thesunshineriptide]

Everyone react to Mc coming to twisted wonderland with a baby if it is ok

This is Unfortunately your monkeys paw moment because I’m not really sure what this overall means. But yeah mc can have a baby with them.

Wheel of names turn turn turn tell me what lesson we need to learn

Wheel of names why are you so fucking Cruel

Runaway Baby

Characters: Cater, Ruggie, Azul, Floyd, Crowley, Sam, Vil, Riddle (oops)

Cw// children, male MC, swearing, losing a child, Floyd leech typical behavior, crackfic, out of character behavior

Cater

“Who’s baby is that?” Is the first thing out of his mouth when he sees MC with a baby.

“Well, uh. Honestly…” MC pauses, biting his lip, “Listen, I was babysitting for my neighbor down the street and everything was fine and then I woke up here-“

“YOU KIDNAPPED A CHILD?” Cater is immediately taking pictures.

“I didn’t-“

“I’m calling CPS.”

“Please, I didn’t mean to bring a kid here!” MC cried. “I didn’t mean to be here at all!”

“The baby’s parents must be so worried. What’s the kids name?”

“Uh…”

Cater looked at them seriously, “You don’t know the kids name?”

“I don’t know man, it’s a fucking baby!”

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“It’s a baby. It doesn’t have gender.”

Cater frowned and cooed at the baby strapped to MC’s chest, taking it from him to hold close, “You’re done. You’re done. Go back to Ramshakle, this is mine now.”

“You can’t just kidnap the baby!”

“OH BUT YOU CAN?”

“I didn’t-“ MC groaned, “Cater, please.”

“Do you even feed this thing?”

“Of course I do!”

Cater pulled out his phone and began to text someone with one hand.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m telling Riddle that he’s a father.”

“WHAT NO THATS MY KID-“

“Well he’s your kids father now.”

“CATER WHY.”

Vil

Vil has been standing in front of your table in the library for the past five minutes just staring at you while you, the baby (still unnamed) and your new husband Riddle ere studying for class. The baby sat on Riddle’s lap, playing with his bow tie while the dorm leader attempted to explain practical physics to both you and the infant.

“Rosehearts. Lastname. May I ask where that baby came from?”

MC groaned, pressing the palms of his hands into his eye sockets.

Riddle looked up and frowned, pulling the baby closer to his chest, “Hey, this is our kid, get your own.”

Mc smacked his head against the table, “Riddle, this is not our child, this is Mr. and Ms. Penumbra’s baby. We will return it at one point.”

“Dada!” The infant decided to cheer at the same time, leaning up to squish Riddle’s cheeks.

“No, this is mine now.” Riddle said firmly.

Vil leaned down and immediately pulled the baby from Riddle’s lap, earning a cheer and a coo from the child. “I’ll be the other father. What’s your name, little one?”

“She’s like, 7 months old, Vil. I don’t think she knows a whole lot yet.”

“I’m calling her Laurel.” Vil asserted, turning to walk off with the baby.

Riddle immediately hopped up to take the child back, and MC just continued to bang their head against the table.

Ruggie

After Riddle managed to bring Laurel back from Vil and the three worked out another parenting schedule, now an unofficial responsibility polycule, Ruggie was the next to take the baby. Somewhere between Riddle and Vil arguing, the baby had scrambled out of the Heartslabyul dorm and directly into Savanaclaw territory, all the way up to Ruggie.

“Doggie!” Baby Laurie cheered, making grabby hands at Ruggie’s tail.

Ruggie, in pure confusion, picked up the child. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

He received no answer, to nobody’s surprise, and instead shrugged. He made a makeshift baby sling and tucked the kid into his chest, continuing with his duties as the rest of the school proverbially burnt down.

Crowley and Sam

While Ruggie was adjusting to his new life as a father and walking around doing his chores at the same time, he managed to run into Crowley and Sam at…Sam’s store. What a surprise. Crowley was trying to buy a box of something he didn’t want anyone to see, Sam as loudly proclaiming Crowley’s purchase of viagra, the usual.

“Is that the magicless student’s baby?” Crowley asked, deflecting the attention to Ruggie.

“Is that who this thing belongs to?” Ruggie asked in return, eyebrow raised, “It wandered into Savanaclaw territory, so I grabbed it. As wondering how long it would take before someone claimed ownership.”

Crowley stared blankly, “Did….did he lose the baby?”

“Guess so.” Ruggie shrugged, “Mine now. Well, til I get bored, then I’ll give it back.”

Crowley simply sighed and took his bag full of boner pills, wandering out of the store.

“Hey, little imp, you need something?”

Azul

How on earth did he get stuck babysitting? Easy, Ruggie’s supposed to work Mostro tonight and he still has the baby, so he just dropped it off in Azul’s office.

Azul stared at Laurel. Laurel stared back, then reached up and patted his face with her chubby, mildly sticky baby hand.

Azul recoiled and scrunched his nose, earning a laugh from the infant.

He reached closer and poked the baby on the tummy, getting another giggle.

He continued to inspect the baby and all of her reactions, including being absolutely fucking mesmerized by the concept of chubby little baby legs and tiny baby toes. Eventually, though, as babies do, Laurel’s diaper was full and Azul’s enchantment with the small human was abruptly gone.

Floyd

Good news for Azul, Floyd is excellent with children. It doesn’t seem like he should be, but they’re just so innocent and cute, how could he not like them?

It turns out that Floyd is also the best babysitter of anyone in NRC. He actually knows what he’s doing (he read a parenting book out of pure boredom and somehow committed it to memory) which means that when the group of new dads finally show up to collect their baby, Laurel is fed, changed, and asleep on Floyd’s chest while he’s reclined in the VIP room.

“Ah~ there you guys are. I was wondering when you’d come collect the tot.” Was Floyd’s greeting.

Everyone stared. He had one hand resting on the baby’s back, the other flipping through magicam with ease. He didn’t even look bored, surprisingly content to just sit with an infant drooling on him.

Slight hiccup though - he doesn’t really wanna give the baby back right now, so you need to wait until he’s done. Also, now he knows that it’s super easy to kidnap the kid, and he will be doing it whenever he feels like it or just doesn’t want to be in class. Congrats, Floyd Leech is in your fucked up and evil parenting polycule and there is no escape.

[misguidedasgardian]

Kinktober II

You

Chapter summary: It was so wrong to start an affair with your boss, but when you wanted to put an end to it, it was too late, you were already trapped

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x FemaleReader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: Pet calling, ANGST, heavy talk about infidelity, divorce and marital problems, unwanted pregnancy, murder, but nothing described, (secondary character) threats of murder, kidnapping, involuntary imprisonment, DARK

+18 please.

Word Count (Chapter): 3.3k

Notes: It´s my first Andy Barber as well, and as you might know, the YOU season three was released and... I already devour it hahaha and it inspired me to write this. Sorry for this though, the cliffhanger had me shook too

Inspired by: The Netflix series “You”

MASTERLIST

You knew then and there you had fucked up

Bad

Your heart broke when you saw Laurie walking into the building that morning, she greeted everyone in the office with a smile, and a general “Hello”, including you. She walked past your desk and knocked on Andy's door before she went straight in, he was alone sitting on his desk behind his glass walls. He stood up and embraced her. He caressed her hair and kiss her temple

You were sure that she could find out what you did to her just by looking at your guilty face. She would find out you were fucking her husband, that you were dreaming about the life he was promising you. Him and you, together, in your own house.

How could you do that to her?

He told you they were getting a divorce

Like hell they were

You knew he wasn't living in his big house, he was renting an small bachelor apartment near the town´s square, near you

You hugged your bag tighter against you

You had fucked up

Thank to God, Odin, Ra, or whoever was up there, today you were needed on the other side of the floor, to archive some old case files, you were going to be alone, and that worked just fine with you, so you could spent all day without having to look at his sorry, handsome face.

You grabbed the box filled with old case files, as you were leaving your desk, you looked up and there he was. The look of mortification he had on his face, while his wife was still in his office was priceless. You blinked away the tears as you broke eye contact and continued your path.

She was smiling, her body language was relaxed, loving, she was speaking with a big smile on her face

You were such an idiot

You thought you were the one, that one story that ends well

Because he was so nice, a District Attorney, a decent man, he wouldn't lie to you, right? After all the crazy things his wife had pull out, he had to divorce her

But no, it was another deadend, it wasn´t it, you weren't that

“So, I file them by case number, right?” you murmured to the other office assistant

“Yep” he was as bored as you, “I'll come relieve you before lunch”

“Great” he nodded and left

You should had become a police officer, and later a detective, you loved working cases, now you were trying to resume your studies to become a lawyer

“Hey” only a whisper from him could frizzle the little hairs in your neck. He was on you in a second, invading your personal space

“No” you whispered, putting an old folder between you and his broad chest. You didn't dare to look at him, you couldn't

“Baby” god you didn't like that nickname

“I'm working” you said trying to put up a strong front, “Please”

“I'm sorry” he said

“Not here, please” you gave him a smile, one he´ll bought, and he did, “I'm doing part time today”

“Mee too” yeah because you both made it happen so you could spend all friday afternoon fucking, after you order takeout from that indian place in the corner of your block you both loved

He caressed your face one last time before he left you

A single tear escaped your eye.

You had to tell him it was over. You would go to his place, so you were the one that could make a quick exit after you'd tell him. If it was in your place he wouldn´t leave, he would fuck you into submission. By this point he knew exactly what buttons to push to drag you willingly back to him

That had to come to a end

. . .

You looked at him exiting the office as you did, you took separate ways, like it was the usual, he took his european car and left, and you decided to walk, you needed to think about the exact thing you were going to say. To think what he would say back, and what you would answer to him then

Your brain was already wired like a lawyer´s

I´ll come to you - you texted him

Ok ;) - he´ll text back

You felt your stomach turning like a knot inside of you

He opened the door and he knew, he knew you were upset at least, your face told him so

“Want to order the usual?” he wanted to drag it out, so be it

“I'm not in the mood for Indian” thinking about Indian food actually makes you feel sick.

He tried to took your coat and bag, like he used to do, well he did loved undressing you, but you wouldn't let him, no

“Baby…” why did you have to love him so much? You loved him, you loved that man. But the love you could feel for him wasn´t enough, it wasn't enough to break up a family. “I´m sorry, she wasn't supposed to come to the office”

“Why?” you finally caved and looked into his eyes, “So I wouldn´t know she was still behaving like your wife?” his face turned

“You know we are split up” he said firmly

“Do I?” you asked, “Does she?”

“(Y/N)” Oh, right on time, the DA face and voice, this is the moment when he manipulates you into thinking you were acting insane, clingy and jealous, “You know it's all over” yep, his big hand caressing your cheek, right on cue

“Yes it is” you said, quickly and without pain

“What do you mean?”

“It is over, this, us, it” you said looking straight at him, without flinching. And you managed to do something other attorneys would only dream to do, you disarmed Andy Barber

“You don't mean that” his face, you wanted to kiss him so badly

“I do” you said

“You love me, I love you, we were moving in together”

“Andy, you have a wife!” you said, “You have to give your family another chance”

“There is nothing salvageable in that house” he fought back

“Can you swear to me...” you said “... On your mother's grave, if it wasn't for me, you´d still ask her for a divorce?” that three seconds he took to respond, gave you the answer that you needed

“Of course…”

“Not” you completed for him

��(Y/N) Don´t do this, we have a future together”

“Do we?” you asked him, “Your wife entered the office today and greeted everyone there, hugged you, kissed you, yeah that is normal behaviour for a woman that is about to divorce her husband!”

“She doesn't want to accept it” he growled, “That is not my fault”

“Are you still spending time in your house?” you asked him

“Of course not! you are being ridiculous”

“Call me” he frowned, “Call me on your cell phone, now” He signed, but took his phone out of his jacket and dialed

Your phone started ringing, and you showed him that you had him saved as “Andy” and red heart emoji, his profile pic was one of you both together in bed, after sex bliss all over you both, messy hair, big smiles.

He understood it then. He looked panicked, as you canceled the call and called him yourself.

His phone started ringing, your plain number displayed on screen, not a single photo, no pet name, not heart emoji, he didn't even had you saved on his phone

“This doesn't mean anything,” he said. You couldn't hold it together anymore. You look around his apartment, it was all so impersonal, no photos, no him, no you. All those times you wanted to leave something in his place, a fresh blouse in case you´d stay here on weekdays, or a toothbrush, or underwear, he had shook you off with excuses not to. Tears started falling without stop

“Baby” he cooed, he tried to hugged you, but you took to steps back

“It´s over” you sentenced, you went for the door, “I'll give in my two week notice at work”

You opened the door, but he was over you, as he closed it strongly

“You are not going anywhere” he growled

“Andy let me out” he growled but he removed his thick arm from the door. And without a second thought you exited his apartment

“You can't walk away from me!” he yelled, “You are mine!”

Without looking back, you exited his apartment

And hopefully his life

If you think you had fucked up before

It hold nothing on this

Pregnant said the little screen in your pregnancy test

“FUCK!”

Turns out the turns and knots in your stomach weren´t guilt trips about fucking a married man, or the indian food, they were morning sickness

Now you really fucked up

You had broken up with Andy four weeks ago, you didn't need to quit since you requested a transfer inside the department and they gave it to you, at the other side of town. Crappier office, but your Boss wasn't handsome and lying about getting a divorce to get in your panties

You even had move out, after Andy creep you out for the first week tailing you whenever you went

You returned your gaze into the sink, where the test laid there, mocking you

What the fuck where you going to do?

The doorbell rang scaring you to your core

Your date was here

Oh yeah, your date. You finally agreed to dinner with a former college classmate, he was handsome, in a cute geek way, his glasses hiding those big blue eyes, his sharp jaw

Now you could blame your horniness in your pregnancy.

You dried your tears you haden´t notice that came out and you exited the bathroom and ran to the door

One last night

You needed a breather

You opened with a wide smile, hoping it would hide the fact you were crying ten seconds ago

“You look stunning” he greeted, and he did as well, with his tailored suit

“You clean up very well yourself Clark” you giggled

He took you to a nice restaurant and was a gentleman enough not to question why you didn't want to drink wine, but sparkling cider to go with your pasta. You had such a great time. He was so charming and nice, he told about his passion to become a journalist, and how his job at the local newspaper was tiring, but rewarding.

You interrupted him for a very needed bathroom break, and you were going to the back of the restaurant, you saw, incredibly so, a way too familiar back seating on the bar

No, please no

You could have sworn it was him, and you cleared your doubts when he turned around just enough to peek at you, and your eyes met.

Fucking Andy

He had tried to talk to your boss about you, lucky for you, your very veteran boss knew better, he took one look at you and the reason you transfer and from where to figure out to some extend what went down between you two, and was over this gossip bullshit, defending you from the slander coming out of his mouth, unexpectedly for you, he was an old school gentleman, and had told Andy, nicely, to go have a nice picnic at the top of a cliff.

He waited for you in your old apartment, never engaging you, but he didn't hide as he followed you with his gaze from the bus stop to the very door of your place. You had to move out, at night, so you could make sure he didn't follow you

And now he was following you to your date. Well fuck him, you look at him with desdain, and continued your way into the ladies´ room

You were washing your hands when you felt him, towering over the corner of the bathroom

“You look different” he said, you finally looked at him, with his hands on his pockets, “You are more beautiful”

“That's what happens when you stop being in a toxic relationship”

“A toxic relationship?” you wanted to wipe that smug look on his face with you fist

“Are you following me now?” you asked, “It's over” he took two steps towards you but you didn't move, you stood your ground

“And I told you you couldn't walk away from me, you are mine”

“And I'm telling you to watch me walk away” he didn't stop you as you did, you walked out of the bathroom calmly

What were you going to do? you couldn't hide from him forever, maybe you should go back to your parents house. They would yelled to the skies when they found out you were carrying the baby of a married man, but they adored you, and your father loved babies, they would be over the moon after their rage had passed

The thought made you calmer, moving back was also a step back on your life's timeline, but you didn't care anymore, you will need the help. With a smile you sat back at the table, to continue your date.

“I would love to take you out again” he said way to close to your ear, when you both walked out of the restaurant, your arm intertwined with his

“I would like that too” you answered smiling shyly, being selfish because you did want to go out with him.

He had parked at the top of a parking lot building,

You saw in the corner of your eye a figure walking hastily towards both of you, since there were no more cars in the lot, you worried, and turned fully to look at it. Clark caught your gaze and looked in the same direction. The shadow soon became Andy, that when it was close enough, he grabbed Clark by his suit

“What the hell?” yelled Clark, trying to fight him off but failing

“Andy!” you called, to try to break them apart, “What the hell?” you tried to go around the car to get to them

“You are mine” you didn't notice how close they were to the railing until now. With a single push from Andy, Clark fell off the edge of the building. Time stood still as you stood there in horror. The sound of his body breaking against the concrete 6 stories down will hunt you forever.

Andy kill him

Andy killed a man

You ran to the railing but before you could look down Andy caught you

“Don´t look” he commanded

“Andy, you killed him!” you punched his fist with your hands, tears start falling, and you were so frighten you body shook, if Andy haden´t grab you by the arms you would have fallen knees to the floor, “You are a murderer”

“I told you you were mine” he growled in your ear, you whimpered in his arms, “You are fucking mine” you felt a prick in your arm, and then your body heavy, like it waws filled with rocks

“No!” you fighted, but you lost consciousness

When you woke up, your head hurt, you tried to focus, and when you did, you almost lost consciousness again. You were laid on a bed, in a strange dark room, which had a big glass wall on one side, the glass door was tight shut, the rest of the room had no windows, but painted walls, behind the glass, you could see an old wall that belonged to a basement. The room was big and spacious, it had its own small living room, a bookcase filled with books, and another door. You rose to you feet slowly, like you were afraid you were going to fall, and you gain mobility, you ran towards the glass door, your tired to opened it, but it didn't budge

“Oh God” you muttered, and you grabbed the door and tried to shook it, desperately

“It won't open darling” in the shadows behind the glass, Andy appeared, walking slowly towards the door

“Andy what's going on?” you asked, tears pricking your eyes, “What is this?”

“It took me a while to get it together,” he said looking around like an engineer would look at his masterpiece, “But is impenetrable”

“Andy please let me out”

“No sweetheart, you see, you didn't believe when I said I was getting a divorce to be fully with you, so I´ll show you”

“How?” you asked, scared

“I´m going to keep you here until I arrange everything, so we can finally be together, fully”

“Andy this is insane let me go please” you begged, tears falling freely, “You don't really love me, and you don't have to”

“I do” he was mad at the accusation, as he walked until he was standing just in front of you, a glass wall between you, “I do love you, and you don't believe me, so you forced me to do this”

“What about Laurie?” you asked, “Nobody is going to believe me Andy anyways, is not too late” you continued, “left me in the nearest Bus stop, and I will leave, and you can go back to your family”

“Don´t worry sweetheart” he said, putting his hands in the glass where yours were on the other side, in a tender gesture, “I´ll get rid of her” Oh god what did you do?

“No!” you yelled, and when he realised why you were so panicked, he frowned

“I´m not gonna kill her” he said, like he haden´t murder someone already, “I´m divorcing that nutjob, but if she refuses…Then I just might have to get her out of the way”

“No please Andy, she is so nice, the mother of your child” a child that was never going to left the hospital

“A crazy bitch that tried to kill that son, and almost succeeded” you sobbed as you tapped the glass slowly, reality would not sink in your mind right now. “Don't cry sweetheart” he said placing a Hand where yours was, “we are going to be together, we are so close”

“Andy please” you yelled, “this is insane, please let me go!” you tapped the glass with your closed fists, “I´ll skip town, you´ll never see me again” you were sobbing at this point

“I will let you out sweetheart” he said with a smile so tender it was clear to you that he was insane, “When you are so heavy with my baby you won't be able to escape me”

“What?” you whimpered, and he angrily tapped the glass with his hand, holding your positive pregnancy test, “How?”

“You were going to leave with my fucking baby”

“I just found out” why were you trying to explain yourself to him?

“After Jacob, Laurie and I tried for years to have another baby, but we couldn't”

“I'm sorry about that” you cried, “But please”

“I know it now, it has always been you” he said, smiling again, “You were meant to be with me, we belong together, just you and I, and our baby girl”

“We don´t know that yet” you cried, “You are married Andy”

“If you want them gone so bad, I´ll do it”

“NO!” you yelled, tapping the glass strongly, “No please don't hurt them”

“I will do anything so we can be married before our baby girl comes”

“NO!” you yelled, but he paid you no mind as he left the basement through a door.

Andy left you in the basement, as he closed the door strongly behind him, he fixed his tie as he went up the stairs to the first floor of his house.

He went to the kitchen

“Laurie, Honey, where are you?” he called as he slowly rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white dressing shirt

“I'm upstairs Sweetheart!” she responded, he only smiled as he grabbed a kitchen knife.

“I'm going!” he said happily