#I made Andy up on the spot and I really like him already

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ok but Can you image the total shit show it’d be if reader somehow rizzed up BOTH Andrew and Ashley?? 😨 literally preying. Like imagine reader is not necessarily popular, but they definetly are one of the most attractive people in the class if not the most

Andrew Graves x Reader x Ashley Graves

TW: Some nasty cat fights between the Graves siblings, everyone has a potty mouth, mentions of unaliving eachother, not proofread, reader just wanted a cookie.

♥︎Notes: This was actually so fun to write. I always love writing arguments between my two favorite assholes and watching it burn from there. Enjoy this messy headcannon and sorry it took so long<3.♥︎

Someone call the police, ain't no one coming out of this alive.

First, we gotta start with how you rizzed up the siblings. Starting with Andrew,

I can already see that to get through Andrew's heart, you gotta be funny.

Yes I know that this brooding son of a bitch is dressed in only dark colors, but he values some humor and I feel like the way through his heart is that.

You were in class chatting with a classmate near Andrew's desk when the classmate brought up your history teacher. Uptight, strict, and a prick, you said, "If he berates me anymore for my red pen, his head will go so far up his ass he'll find his own bullshit."

Unexpectedly, both of you heard a snort. Searching for the source, you saw Andrew covering his mouth with his hand, horrified by the sound he had just made.

You smiled at him and brushed off the snort to the classmate, "I think we're hearing things."

That truly made his heart flutter.

He had started sitting closer to you after that. Whenever he got ready in the mornings for school, an extra step in his routine was to hope that you were coming too.

"Hey Andrew," you walked by Andrew's desk.

"Y -Y/N! Hi..." Andrew mentally cussed himself our for the stutter.

It was dumb...really dumb.

But it made Andrew smile and feel giddy when he walked home.

I feel like Andrew would be very tame when it came to his feelings for the reader.

He'd blush when you're around and check in with you to make sure you're okay. He'd be too embarrassed to actually ask you out, but he would definitely try to find excuses to hang around you.

Now, the only natural explanation for Ashley's involvement with you would be that she saw her brother with a dumbass grin one day and HAD to investigate.

So, how did you rizz up Ashley?

Well, it's simple, really,

She went to your house to get a clear look at you and saw you dancing through the window,

You were fun and disgustingly too kind.

("Idiot")

But somehow, that fun energy intrigued Ashley. You would smile at her randomly when she corssed the street. You had no idea who she was, and yet that smile irked Ashley (in a somehow pleasant way).

"Hey guys!" She cheerfully entered the classroom doorway, a spring in her step.

Andrew turned to look at the voice and immediately felt a muscle in his forehead twitch. "Great," he thought, "another one of Ashley's ploys so that she can harass any woman out of my life."

You, of course, were baffled at seeing this girl suddenly love up on you, but judging by Andrew's murderous smile towards her, you figured they were related somehow.

But instead of Ashley being an ass towards the reader, she began to cling to their arm.

This began a looooong sequence of events where it would go one of the following ways,

You'd go to a spot around town, invite one of the Graves siblings, and no matter how secluded, isolated, unknown, or illegal said spot was, the other Graves sibling would find and join you.

This definitely opens the possibility of more intense sibling fights.

I say intense, but it's more like,

"SAY HER NAME ONE MORE TIME ASHLEY AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"DO IT ANDY, DO IT, I DARE YOU. WHAT WOULD MY Y/N THINK ABOUT A MURDERER, YOU FUCKFACE!"

The fights would get so loud that the neighbors would call the police

By the time the police came to knock at the door, Ashley was pulling Andrew's hair and trying to put him in the washing machine, while Andrew was clawing at Ashley's face and trying to smack her head against said machine.

When Andrew (and for some reason) Ashley came to school, you were startled by how banged up both of them became. Still, when you asked about it, all they did was brush you off (and stomp on each other's toes when you weren't looking).

While they did loath each other for trying to steal Y/N from one another, they never doubted the protection they felt they owed to Y/N.

Some random classmate decided to hit on you and make you verryyyy uncomfy. When you recounted the tale to Andrew, he refused to leave you alone for weeks, constantly fantasizing about bashing the guys face in.

ASHLEY ON THE OTHER HAND would absolutely demolish any shithead who tried hitting on you. "They needed to be punished!" Is the last thing she said, and the last time you ever saw that classmate.

Was it risky? Yes. Did Andrew scold her for it? Yes. Did either one of them regret it? Hell no.

Overall, the entire relationship is a complete shit show. And even if you begged them to play nice, they'd still fight over you.

"Ashley, can you help me? I can't reach that cookie jar."

Ashley sprung up from her seat. "Sure thing, N/M~" But just as Ashley was going to reach for the jar, Andrew pushed her into a pile of trash bags in the kitchen and proceeded to grab the jar for you.

"Here you go, Y/N," Andrew smiled at you while you panicked on who to check in with first.

Suddenly, from the pile of trashbags came, "Andrew, you ass!"

Fight or flight kicked in, and you immediately bolted out of their kitchen. Having remembered plenty of their fights, you decided that for today, you were perfect content with just going home. That was enough Graves for today...

"ASS-KISSER!"

"BROWN-NOSER!"

Yeah, that was plenty of Graves for today.

Thank you for the ask!<3

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Only an Almost (IX)

Chapter 9: Testing Feelings

Hello!! Here is another chapter! Will Sam’s plan work???

Hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 2163

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

On paper, Sam’s plan sounded both brilliant and simple.

This night out with your friends did sound, indeed, like the perfect place to make you jealous.

Andrew had spent most of the evening with his friends, including you. You looked ethereal tonight, he wasn’t sure how you did this, how you could always make his heart skip beats by the mere sight of you. Perhaps, if he knew how, he would ask you to stop.

The group was now splitting into tinier cells, some levitating around a game of pool, others chilling by the bar, while some where still lost in conversation by the table around which you had gathered at first. You were off to get another drink. Sam leaned closer to Andrew, the two of them having remained sitting in the booth.

“The brunette over there is staring at you.”

Andrew frowned, before turning around to take a look, trying to spot the person his friend was talking about. It was easy to notice her, indeed. When Andrew locked eyes with hers, she didn’t look away, only threw him a flirtatious smile. He was the one to turn back to his friend with a blush.

“Sam… I don’t know if I should…”

“Ha! No! Don’t back down, now! We’ve talked about this, and this is the best plan we have. So, get out there, flirt with her, and see what happens with Y/N. This woman is perfect! She’s beautiful, and very clearly interested in you. So, don’t make her wait.”

But Andrew made the ice-cube of his whiskey twirl, and didn’t stand up.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Sam, who knew his friend a little too well.

Andrew swallowed back the lump in his throat, before answering in a whisper, still staring at the brown liquid in his hand.

“What if she doesn’t care? What if she doesn’t give two shites about me flirting with another woman? Do I really want to know the answer to that question?”

Sam rested a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, squeezed for a few seconds.

“No, you don’t,” he answered earnestly, making Andrew look up again. “But you need to. You need to, Andy. Trust me.”

Andrew finally nodded, emptied his drink, and finally got up. He gave the woman a timid smile as he approached her. She was sitting at the bar, alone. She was pretty. In another life, he could have fallen for someone like her. But in this one, you were filling all of his heart already.

“Hi,” he spoke quietly, his voice deep and warm although a little hesitant. “Sorry to bother you, and feel free to say no if you don’t feel like it but… can I buy a drink, by any chance?”

She raised a playful eyebrow.

“I don’t even know your name,” she fought back, and he liked the way she smiled with mischief all over her features.

“Andrew. The name’s Andrew. And you are?”

“Marissa.”

“Lovely name.”

“Yours is pretty basic, but it’ll do.”

He couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at that.

“Hey, it gets the job done. You say it, and I come running.”

“And why did you come to me? I wasn’t calling your name.”

“Hmm… no, you weren’t. But according to my friend over there, you’ve been staring. Which is highly impolite. So, I thought I should buy a drink.”

“If I was impolite, shouldn’t I be the one buying you a drink?”

“You can buy round two and three, so we’re even.”

She laughed, and the sound was lovely. All Andrew noticed was that you were bringing drinks back to the table. You frowned, looked around. And then you saw him, and frowned some more, as if you had been searching for him, but were surprised to find him there, with someone else.

As he focused on Marissa again, Andrew could think of nothing but you.

“Well, you should buy me that drink, then, so I can quickly repay my debt,” Marissa answered, and Andrew ordered another whiskey.

You were looking at him and Marissa, Andrew wondered if his plan was working.

Daphne and Sam and the rest of the gang were somewhere else, lost in the dim lights and crowds of the busy pub. He was discreetly looking at you over there, standing near the table where some of your friends were gathered. Others were playing pool, some were simply scattered around the place. But everyone was lost in conversation… except for you. You were standing there, staring at him, with an unreadable expression on your face.

Did it hurt, to see him flirt with another woman?

Marissa rested her hand on his forearm. He didn’t feel anything at the touch, but he let her anyway. He even leaned a little closer, for good measure, staring at her dark eyes again. She was beautiful. You were all he could think about…

“When is this wedding then?” she asked, the tone one of conversation, but there was something syrupy in her voice that was meant to lure him in.

“In about four months now! Time flies.”

“Have you decided who you’ll go to the party with?”

He laughed, a little too loudly, just to show you that he was having fun. That he could laugh without you. That he didn’t need you.

He was lying through his teeth.

“Not yet,” he answered while staring right into this stranger’s eyes, making his voice a little deeper than usual on purpose. “Do you have suggestions?”

“I mean… I can think of a possibility… depending on what happens between then and now.”

She held up her open palm, and Andrew knew to place his phone in her hand. She entered her phone number.

“I have to go for tonight, but I hope you’ll call me soon,” she said, handing him back his phone, and her smile was tempting enough to melt a glacier.

Andrew nodded, gave her a wink. She moved closer to kiss his cheek, and he let her, bending a little to offer his skin to her lips. They were warm and soft, he could feel her lipstick on them. He wondered if you were still looking.

She gave him another warm smile; and he returned the gesture, bid her a goodnight and a safe trip home.

He didn’t look at you again, instead he grabbed his glass of whiskey, and downed the burning liquid. He turned towards the bartender and asked for a refill. He recognized your footsteps behind him, and he thought you would stop by his side, but you didn’t. You made a beeline for the bathroom instead, and his heart leapt in disappointment.

“Andy! Get your arse over here!” Alex shouted from somewhere behind him. “I need your word for a story! Daphne won’t believe me!”

Andrew shook his head, a fond and amused smile on his lips as he turned to his friends, taking his new drink with him. He kept an eye on the door to the bathroom while he joked with Alex.

“I was sick,” Andrew defended himself.

“We were thirty minutes before a show, when this guy just gives us the most cringy sound I’ve ever heard. Somewhere between a prepubescent getting hit in the balls and a dying pig.”

“I had the flu, and was completely stoned on steroids to keep my voice somehow functioning.”

“Excuses, excuses! He got us all panicking, thinking he wouldn’t be able to perform.”

“And I did!”

“How professional…”

“Thanks, Alex…”

“… to perform while higher than a fucking boeing!”

Andrew playfully rolled his eyes, making everybody laugh.

He caught a glimpse of your jacket as you hurried from the bathroom to the door of the pub.

“Ha… Y/N’s calling?”

“Fuck off,” he merely answered his bass player, making Alex chuckle.

“You’d better hurry before she leaves you behind.”

Andrew didn’t answer and merely followed his friend’s advice, emptying his drink before leaving the glass discarded on the nearest table.

You were pacing a few meters away from the entrance of the bar when Andrew stepped outside.

You froze as you noticed him.

“Y/N? You’re okay?”

You blinked at him, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

You looked paler than usual, your eyes were a little red. He wasn’t sure if it was due to fatigue or tears.

“Are you sick? You want to go home?”

You hesitated, but finally nodded.

“Yeah, I… I think I’m gonna head home. I’m tired and… I had a bit too much to drink.”

“Give me a sec, I’ll grab my coat.”

“I’ll call a uber. Anyway… you’re not sober either, you can’t drive, Andy…”

“It’s almost one in the morning. It’s late, let me take you home, okay?”

“I… I’d rather you don’t.”

Andrew narrowed his eyes at you.

Did it mean that his plan was working? That you were jealous?

“Why not? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, feigning innocence.

You took a couple of seconds to answer, your expression still unreadable.

“No… no, you didn’t. But I don’t want you to accompany me. I don’t need your help.”

He was taken aback by your answer, by how much it hurt to hear those words coming out of your mouth.

“I just… I was just trying to be helpful.”

“You seemed busy enough tonight… Don’t you have someone else to go home with?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you jealous?” he asked, trying to hide how impatient he was, how he hoped for the answer to be a yes.

You scoffed, hands coming up to rest on your hips.

“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re not dating! You can sleep with whoever you want.”

“You’re jealous,” and this time it was more of a statement than a question.

“I’m not! We’re not dating! We’re not exclusive! If you want to have fun with… whoever that was, then go ahead! Have fun!”

“We just flirted, nothing serious.”

“You got her number, that’s a win!”

You hesitated for a moment, but asked the question on the tip of your tongue anyway.

“What’s her name?”

“Marissa,” he answered, and you looked away as he spoke her name.

There was a tug to his heart… it came from both satisfaction and guilt.

“You know… we can make a rule about that,” he offered.

“About what?”

“About… the arrangement stopping if we want to sleep with someone else.”

You scoffed again, your arms moving once more, this time to cross before your chest.

“What makes you think you’re the only person I’ve slept with these past couple of months?”

You flinched when his face fell.

“Have you? Slept with other people while we…?”

The question remained suspended in mid-air, and Andrew tried to blink away the stupor and the pain that came with your words. There was no air left in his lungs, like a punch in the guts…

“No… no, I haven’t,” you admitted. “Have you?”

“No, I haven’t.”

You’re the only one I want, he wanted to add, but he didn’t want to spoil it all by saying something so stupid.

You remained silent, and so Andrew pulled out his phone and got a uber for you.

“Can you text me when you’re home? Please? Just to make sure you’re alright,” he insisted, and you easily yielded.

It took you a couple of minutes to walk closer to him again. He was surprised when you took his hand. He ran his calloused fingertips across your soft knuckles a couple of times before interlacing your fingers together.

“Can we… can we add that rule of yours? We stop our arrangement when we meet someone else?” you asked, fleeing his gaze.

“Okay, let’s do that.”

“So… are we going to stop our… arrangement? Are you going to see Marissa again?”

You didn’t see his reassuring smile, you were looking at the curb instead.

“No… no, I don’t think I want to see her again.”

You finally looked up at him.

“You’re sure?” you asked, but Andrew’s smile grew more tender as he nodded, and he let his free hand move upwards to rest on your cheek.

“I’d rather have you,” he confessed in a whisper, voice deep and sweet. He noticed how you leaned into his touch.

He wanted to kiss you, he wondered if you would let him… but then there was a car coming, and you took a step back as the headlights illuminated your frame while they came closer, like a halo around something divine.

“Goodnight, Andy,” your voice was soft and tender as you spoke, and he guessed that your words meant more than their usual meaning.

He gave you the most loving smile.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He watched as you disappeared in the car, waited as the engines roared a couple of seconds before the vehicle started to move, stared as the car drove away.

He smiled.

You were jealous. You wanted him to have no one else. It meant that you cared. You cared. You fucking cared…

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Hawkins Confidential 2

Part 1

The last time Eddie had seen Steve, they’d been young and stupid and with a pup on the way. The last time he had ever heard about him was when Chrissy told him the pup had been born, healthy and beautiful. Eddie had tried not to think about either of them since then. And most days, he succeeded. He thought he’d gotten over thinking about what could have been but he couldn’t help that fragile kind of hope trying to bubble forth as he packed a light duffle and got into his truck. 

He drove and drove for hours and hours, memories coming forth without his permission as the miles spread out.

“I should make you get rid of it! You think that just because you whore around you can do whatever you want?!”, Richard Harrington jabbed a finger towards his son.

Eddie pushed between them, just barely holding his teeth back from snapping that finger off. But his fangs were bare. “You can’t fucking talk to him like that!”

“You stay out of this mutt!”

“What a piece of shit”, Eddie said to himself as he got closer and closer to his old hometown. He remembered where the Harrington estate was. He could have driven right up to it. But he needed some liquid courage before he did that. And the odds of him being allowed to rest in one of the dozens of guest rooms was slim, so he’d need a motel too.

After procuring a room, he walked down Main Street, not at all surprised to see that very little had changed in the years since he’d been gone. It was a small town, after all. With small minded people. But it was noon and the bar was in sight.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here, Munson.”

“Why Jason Carver, what a delight”, Eddie said. He’d spotted Jason across the street and hoped he could have made it into the bar unnoticed. No such luck. And of course, he had his cronies with him.

“You have some nerve.”

“You’ve said that already. All these years and you haven’t rehearsed a decent script?”

“Why the hell are you back in town?”, Jason demanded to know.

“Personal business”, Eddie looked down at his nails.

“He’s probably here to go digging for gold now that old Harrington’s dead”, one of the cronies said. If Eddie remembered right, his name was Andy. How pathetic.

“That’s right”, Jason said like he just remembered. “With him gone, you can go sniffing around Steve again.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Then I’m right. You are here for Steve.”

“He’s the only one in this town worth a visit, so sue me.”

Jason was annoying. But he wasn’t really worth Eddie’s time. He’d never been. It was just the circumstances of sharing such a small space that forced them to butt heads but as long as Eddie kept his cool-

“You and that whore are meant for each other.”

Eddie saw red, then suddenly Jason was on the ground, holding his face as more red spilled out onto the sidewalk.

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Eddie was used to being handled by cops and being taken down to the precinct, which was sorry to say. It was even more sorry to say that he had no one to call. Chrissy came to pick Jason up and her eyes widened to see Eddie, though he knew Jason must have told her about him when he phoned her.

But she reigned in her expression as she collected her husband. Eddie wished it was easy to talk with her. He wished they had that freedom. But they had both learned to stay within their boundaries. Eddie was resigning himself to a night spent in lock up when someone came by and opened up the cell.

“Munson, you’re being released.”

Bewildered, Eddie got up, wondering if Chrissy had somehow returned. He froze mid step when he saw his benefactor. Steve looked just as beautiful as the day Eddie had left him. And he looked positively angelic in that cream colored sweater. Eddie swallowed. He hadn’t thought about what he’d say because what was there to say? Everything he came up with sounded too small to encompass everything he’d felt since the call. Since they parted, really.

Steve fixed that by stomping right up to Eddie. “You’re a complete idiot, you know that? Causing trouble the moment you return?” Only as the words left his mouth did Steve seem to realize what he said and he shrank back. “I’m sorry. That’s not what I wanted to say right out the gate. You never called back and I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Stevie”, Eddie said, the nickname falling from his lips much too easily for what they were supposed to be. He cupped Steve’s cheek and swooned from how the omega melted into it. “I missed you.”

Steve closed his eyes, savoring it before pulling back. “Come.”

Eddie followed him outside to the car and with a couple of seatbelt clicks they were on their way. 

“I’ve got a room, so you don’t need to worry about me”, he said.

“Oh, um, well that’s good. That’s good.” Steve didn’t know why he expected any different. There was no way in hell Tommy would ever allow Eddie to stay under their roof.

“So, what have you been up to?”, Steve asked.

Eddie chuckled. “Are you really trying small talk right now?”

“We haven’t spoken in years. I’m genuinely curious.”

“Nothing extravagant. I’m just about a day’s drive away. I work as a mechanic. Where are you driving us anyway?”

“Back to the house”, Steve said. “I know you have a room, but I figured you’d want to get settled some kind of way.”

“Take me to our son”, Eddie said.

Steve swallowed and Eddie put his hand on top of his on the gear shift. Steve changed their route to that of the hospital. Eddie braced himself as they got up to the room, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. A boy that was a perfect mix of him and Steve. His curls with Steve’s chesnut brown. 

“His name is Dustin”, Steve said. “And he needs an operation. You’re the only one who can help him. I know it’s a lot to ask. I know that. But my pup is my world. And he’s hanging on by a thread. He needs you, Eddie.”

“How long has he been like this?”, Eddie asked.

“He’s been in that bed for a few months. But he’s had problems before that.”

Eddie tore his eyes away from Dustin to look at Steve. “Why did it take you so long to-your father?”

“He didn’t want me to contact you. Not for anything. And Tommy only allowed it because of the conditions of my father’s will. He can’t inherit anything without an heir. If Dustin doesn’t recover then he’s going to-” Steve choked out a hiccup, suddenly overcome with what his life had become.

Eddie went over to Steve and embraced him, holding him as tight as he wished all these years. So many things missed. Birthdays, holidays, his pup’s first word, and steps, and all that came with the formative years of childhood. He was old enough that he’d be presenting in a few years. But Eddie didn’t blame Steve, he never would. The only ones to blame were the ones who held control over his life. 

“Speaking of-”

“Kindly unhand my mate, Munson.”

Steve backed away as if he were burnt and he went to Dustin’s side, avoiding Tommy’s glare. Eddie put his hands in his pockets and took in Tommy. He seemed mostly unchanged, if just puffing out his chest a bit more. He didn’t know if that came from finally attaining Steve or because the alpha above him had passed. Either way, Eddie couldn’t help himself.

“Well these tables have turned. Looks like you need my help, Hagan.”

“It’s Harrington, actually”, Tommy crossed his arms. “And I don’t need you for anything. Steve is the one still holding onto that boy. I told him that if Dustin doesn’t get better, we need another heir.”

Eddie stomped towards Tommy, about to swing when the doctor entered the room. Steve’s distress and Eddie’s irritation hung in the air. Eddie quickly pulled it back so that the doctor could explain the situation. She asked if Eddie was ready and prepared for the operation and he confirmed it. There was paperwork to be done but a tentative date was set for next week. When they finished, Steve stood, ready to take Eddie back to his motel.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”, Tommy asked, gripping Steve’s forearm tight.

“I drove him here, I need to drop him off.”

“That riff-raff can get a cab. I’m not leaving you alone around him.”

Steve scoffed and was about to protest, wrenching his arm from Tommy’s hold when Eddie cleared his throat. 

“I’ll be fine, Steve. Don’t worry about me.” He got closer to Dustin’s bedside and leaned over to kiss his forehead. He also scented him subtly, glad when he only smelled Steve’s lingering scent. “I’ll be back to visit him”, he promised before making his exit. Then he paused. “Before I head out, how’d you know where to find me? You didn’t even know I was in town yet.”

Steve swallowed. “Chrissy told me.”

Eddie smiled. Of course. He nodded towards Steve and completely ignored Tommy as he walked out. 

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Carol was in the middle of primping when she heard the front door open.

“Honey, I’m home!”

“Welcome home, Andy”, she called back, smiling when he entered the bathroom and kissed the back of her head.

“Did you hear? Munson came back into town and decked Jason.”

Carol prided herself in knowing everything that went down in this town. But even she never imagined that man would come back after being run out all those years ago.

“Really? Does Steve know?”

Andy shrugged, rolling up his sleeves. “Don’t know. But things are probably gonna get interesting.”

“Oh I’m sure~” Carol couldn’t wait. She applied some lipstick and turned her head from right to left before giving herself a satisfied expression in the mirror.

“Meeting your girlfriends again? It’s kind of late, isn’t it?”

“Oh it’s barely eight. We’re not old fuddy-duddies you know. Valencia left you a plate in the fridge. Don’t wait up, us girls can gab.”

She kissed his cheek and then she was out the door. Ostensibly to go to Heather’s house for some wine and gossip. They did plenty of that but instead Carol drove herself to an inn. And waiting for her in one of the rooms was one Tommy Harrington.

“I heard that old thorn in your side is back”, Carol grinned.

“I don’t even wanna talk about that trash. The sooner this operation’s done, the sooner he’s outta my hair”, Tommy paced about, agitated while Carol poured them both drinks. She didn’t look at all bothered as she handed a glass of brandy to him.

“Well he is going through with the operation, isn’t he?”

“Yeah”, Tommy said before taking a large gulp. “It’s happening next week.”

Carol took a small sip from her own glass. “Then there’s nothing to worry about. He gets that pup in shape, you inherit everything Richard left for you and then you can kick Steve and his little bastard to the curb. It’ll be all yours.”

Tommy smirked. “All ours.”

Their glasses clinked conspiratorially. Tommy downed the rest of his own and Carol set hers down just in time for him to lift her up and toss her onto the bed. 

Part 3

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I thought this is so cute! Which Cevans characters are letting you swatch your makeup on them? I can already tell with characters like Lloyd, he’s gonna be like ‘fuck that shit’ 😭😂 Ransom is gonna whine like he always does for sure ‘Why are you putting this sparkly shit on me 😡🤬’

Link here. Sorry this took so long, but I finally got the inspiration to answer this one while sifting through asks! Warning for an f-bomb or two. No, it was not avoidable. We shall call this the "Black Friday Shopping Edition" of Who Would...

James Mace

Honestly finds it all useless and dumb. Thinks you're beautiful without all this sh*t on your face. Abhors glitter and will riot if you get it on him at any time. Rants about all the plastic packaging and how it's bad for the environment.

Curtis Everett

He cannot believe the prices. Curtis is incapable of walking around the store without pointing out this $25 thing that's--turns tube over--"POINT FIVE FLUID OUNCES?! Honey, just no."

You strategically stand in front of the $45 products while nudging him out of the store. Come back alone or with a friend. Curtis is not your man for this.

Jimmy Dobyne

Fucking no. Not for the same reasons as Mace and Curtis though. Jimmy thinks you look magnificent when you do your makeup (he doesn't prefer it, mind, but he appreciates the final result) but has zero interest in knowing how the sausage is made. You go shop. You take your time in the bathroom or at the mirror. He isn't there for those stages.

Johnny Storm

Antsy. Fiddles around testing out the skin and haircare stuff for men. Bit obsessed with colognes. Needs to know you're opinion on what suits him. He will let you swatch on his hand and arm but will not necessary stay put while you make your decisions. Possibly spends more money than you sometimes. Definitely tries new products more than you do, not really searching for his favorite or the best, just like new and is a product whore.

Jake Jensen

Jake, my beloved, is fascinated by the various textures and tries to spot the super subtle color differences. He's always genuine about which things he prefers--hates sticky textures--and wants you to feel as lovely as he finds you all the time. Jake will even clean up his arm then start over to swatch your top choices beside each other, remembering which brand and colors they were. He is wildly amused by the names of lipsticks and nail polishes specifically. He kinda wants that job.

Lloyd Hansen

Loudly announces what will make you look whorish, the asshole. Everything is described as looking nice while you cry from how good he's fucking you or looking hot smeared on your face and his dick. Doesn't give a shit about price or whatever; he's not paying for it.

Ari Levinson

He's distracted but around. Follows you casually. Will answer questions and give his opinion when prompted. Has too much hair to swatch on him though. Will randomly put his arm around your shoulders, kiss your temple, and say "whatever you want." Insists on paying, even if his eyes bug-out momentarily.

Ransom Drysdale

You are correct: he will not allow sparkly shit on his person. In fact, he's too bored to stick around when it's not him shopping. Ran is extremely vocal and particular about what looks great on you and what's meh. Refuses to let you buy the meh things. I will say, he is deeply appreciative of the final result. Loves when you are all dolled up and beaming happy. Doesn't show it really, but he's smug as hell with you on his arm looking so fine...

Andy Barber

He has opinions, but he is not a palette. Andy throws a wary glance your way when he notices the prices or that there are several of the same type of product in your basket. There are very rare instances where he's goofy and in the mood to be playful with you, so Andy has been known to put a vivid or dark shade of lipstick on himself when you're turned away and then play it off until you notice. He thinks it's utterly hilarious to smear it on you with kisses in those moment. Adorable jerk...

Steve Rogers

Everything is a palette, and all the colors remind him of some sort of art. I mean, this guy thinks you are art. Steve can't help but imagine what you're thinking of wearing with the makeup, he knows complimentary colors and shading, and he's the best of most worlds in this scenario.

Bucky Barnes

Buck gets an enormous kick out of this, really leans into his preening, theatrical side. Swatch all over him, he doesn't care. Bucky also will gently help you apply makeup, cupping your chin in his hand while gliding that lip gloss you're interested over your bottom lip. He mimics pressing and pouting so you spread it around. I mean...I don't know how this guy makes everything both loving and sensual but goddamn do I believe he does.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[whorekneecentral]

Mistletoe Means Kisses

Andy Robertson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: andy goes a little overboard, a fuck ton of mistletoe, so many kisses, he gives you a house tour even tho you live there, cheesy comments but that's just how andy is, one diss on Everton lmao, shower sex!, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), trent gets bullied even tho he's not there.

Word Count: 1,449

Author's Note: okay so I didn’t know mistletoe didn’t have a smell but I always assumed it smelled minty so I’m going with that for the sake of the fic lol

merry smutmas series

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The overpowering smell of mistletoe hits you when you walk into he house, your husband came up with his own plan while you were out. 

Your husband was a romantic.

Most would see him as a jokester, which he was, but under all of that, Andy was the biggest sap you had ever met in your life.

Hence your lack of surprise when you returned home from work to see the bundle of mistletoe hanging over the front door. You smile, unlocking the door to meet the overwhelming smell of mint. Typically, you didn't mind the smell but god, this was overwhelming.

It was as if someone was shoving a mint plant up your nose.

"Andrew!" You shouted from the front door, kicking your shoes off. "What the hell is going on-" you're cut off, your husband's arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into a kiss, dipping you in the process.

"Hi beautiful," Andy smiles, letting you go.

You can't help but smile too. "Hi Andy." You gave him another kiss, "why does it smell like that in here?"

He grins, his big brown eyes already getting you to forgive him for whatever he's done. Andy's hand in yours, the man pulling you through the house, stopping under every doorway - there's a bundle of mistletoe hanging.

The living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, garage, basement, storage room, pantry, bedroom, office.

If there was a doorway, there was mistletoe hanging there.

You two were stopped in the kitchen currently, Andy's hands wandering down to your ass as he pulled you flush against him. Your husband kisses you and you feel yourself melt against him, the two of you making out like you were 20 again.

Pulling away finally, your hand rests on his chest. "Did you rob a mistletoe farm? Where did you even get all of this?"

"I bought out the nursery," he smiled proudly.

"How- Andy, what the hell? It's a week to Christmas, how did you manage to get him to do that ?"

It was no secret that the man who ran your local plant nursery was a bit of a scrooge. He was the grumpiest man in town, it didn't matter what you were buying plants or flowers for - Christmas, birthdays, valentines, anniversaries - he was always sour. He did have the freshest and the nicest flowers and plants in all of Liverpool.

"Promised him tickets for the Merseyside derby, he's an Everton fan." Andy makes a disgusted face, causing you to laugh.

"You didn't have to buy out the place, babe. You act as if I don't kiss you."

"what can I say?" Andy smiles, his brows raising in amusement. "I'm a romantic."

Shaking your head, you give him one last kiss. "I'm gonna take a shower, work was exhausting today." "Okay," Andy smiles, letting you go.

Making your way into the bathroom, you turn the shower on to warm up while you take your makeup off and undressed. Again, the smell of mint crept up on you and you can't seem to put your finger on it.

Looking around, you made sure you locked the bathroom door so it wasn't coming from the bundle hung above the door.

Finally, you spot it.

Somehow your husband used all his brain cells to get a bundle of mistletoe hung over the shower, tied on by a ribbon. You were fed up with the mistletoe already and you had only been home for 40 minutes.

Opening the bathroom door, you shout for your husband. "Andrew!"

The second Andrew since you've gotten home, he must really be in trouble. You can hear the footsteps up the stairs, the man holding the door frame as he rushed in, "what? What's going on? Are you okay?"

"What the fuck?" You point to the mistletoe above the shower. "How did you even get up there to put it there?"

Andy ignores your yelling and instead, shuts you up with a kiss.

You let him kiss you, slowly walking back to the shower. You push the door open, the stream bellowing out from behind you as you pull him into the shower, fully dressed, with you.

"Babe," he laughed, his clothes now soaked. "What are you doing?" Your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles along his torso, the were fabric clinging to your hands.

"I just think," you start, kissing down his jaw to his neck. Andy's head tilts, giving you space. "That I should kiss you," you whispered, moving down to his collarbone and there's the spot you were looking for - a whimper slipping past Andy's lips. "Properly." You tell him, sinking down onto your knees in front of him.

It takes Andy a second to gather himself, as if his brain hadn't caught up to what was happening in front of him.

Once it does, he pulls his shirt off, watching as you undo his pants. He steps out of them, his hand tangled in your hair as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue circling the tip.

His hand reaches for you to pull you forward. His cock in your mouth, your own hands on his thighs as you feel him push your head down to take all of him.

“Your mouth was made just for me hm?” He asks, looking down at you. 

Your hair wrapped around his hand as he controls the pace, your head bobbing up and down, lips wrapped around him and your tongue running over the vein on the underside of his cock. 

Andy's hand moves from your hair to your jaw, holding in place as his hips thrusts forward. His grip on your jaw tighter now, fucking your throat. There’s spit running down your chin, your eyes watery as you look up at him and Andy just smiles, brushing the hair away from your face.

He pulls you up from the floor, wiping your chin off before he kisses you again. He turns you, the two of you standing directly under the water. He takes another step, leading you to rest your back on the cold tile wall. 

His hand shifts to rest on your hip, giving it a squeeze before moving down to pull your leg up a bit to rest on the edge of the tub. Your head rests on the wall when Andy slips two fingers into you. 

Your hand gripping on his shoulder, “Andy, fuck- oh, that, do that again.” You ramble out in one breath, chest heaving, his fingers curling upwards. 

He loved when you praised him, telling home. how good he makes you feel. Andy brings you just to the edge of your orgasm before he stops, moving his fingers to your mouth. 

Before you could complain, Andy had pushed his lips past your lips. 

“Suck,” He tells you, feeling your tongue lap his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your slit, slapping on your clit a few times. 

“Baby,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him, “fuck me.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist. 

Not having the heart to deny you anymore, Andy hooks your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the ledge. He pushes into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you, your body welcoming him like he belonged there. 

His other hand rests on your cheek, pulling your focus to him. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips. 

“Hm I love you,” you say back, your hand resting on his jaw. 

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Andy pats your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and his thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do. 

The two of you were tangled in each other for another minute or two before you decided to wash away the mess you had just made before you got out of the shower.

Andy sits on the edge of the bathtub, towel around his waist as he watches you brush your hair. You walk over to him, the silk robe swayed as you did, standing between his legs.

his hand rests on your butt, head tipped back as you brushed his hair for him. "You'll have to take some of the mistletoe down, it's giving me a headache babe."

Andy nods. "I'll give it to Trent, he seems like he's bad at romance."

You pinched his jaw lightly, "don't be mean, he's still your vice captain," you joked, kissing his nose.

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[daydreaming-in-letters]

Hiya! Have never made a fic request before, but here goesssss:

You and Andy met through mutual friends in Nashville during the summer of 2022 while he was recording some tracks for Unreal Unearth. You spent nearly three months in each other's beds before you abruptly "ghosted" him by moving to LA for your dream marketing job w/ Warner Music Group.

Now here you are, at an engagement party of your childhood best friend Stephanie to one of Andrew's childhood mates, sitting across the table from the man you never thought you'd have to see again - one who's staring at you like this:

🫣😬🫠

Wow, ehm, this was quite the specific request. I usually don't do these, as I find that my creativity works best with a bit of freedom. I somehow managed to come up with something, I don't know if it is any good though.

So please, for future requests, be a bit less specific. The idea was to just send a pic with a request for fluff or smut. It's absolutely fine to ask for a certain outfit, hairstyle, setting, trope, etc., but please don't get mad if I choose to ignore detailed requests like this in the future.

warnings: talk about past ghosting

 Gloomy eyes bore into you, staring you down from across the table with a resentment you had never seen in them before. Was he sulking? Or trying to read your mind? Or did he hope his gaze would turn into actual daggers and pierce right through you on the spot?

Whatever it was, it was working and even though you had given it your all to hold your ground these past hours, your walls firmly pulled up all evening, you could steadily feel the inner storm build that tugged on your nerves from both ends until they would eventually snap.

But beside all the grim looks he had shot your way, he had not said a single word. Not to you, anyway, and also not to many of the other guests. But as he leant in now, eyes narrowed, his elbows supporting his weight against the table, you knew that the dangerous clenching of his jaw could only mean that he was finally ready to fire his venom your way. 

You rose to your feet in an instant, the blatant noise as your chair scraped across the floor silencing every single conversation in the room. And even though all eyes were collectively resting on you now, it was that one familiar set of green orbs that forced the heat into your cheeks.

“I’ll just,” you stuttered, pointing across your shoulder to the nearest escape route into the garden. “I just need some fresh air. Be back in a sec.”

With one last apologetic look at your friend, you wasted no more time on half-hearted excuses and hurried your steps to get away from the table—from him—as far as possible. 

A cool breeze welcomed you as you stepped through the large glass doors, but you did not hold your steps until you had crossed the entirety of the terrace and your feet touched the pliable surface of the lawn. The silence was heavenly, allowing you to properly breathe for the first time tonight. 

Sadly it was disturbed by hurried steps all too soon. Probably Stephanie’s, who must have come to check on you after that suspicious stunt you had pulled mere moments ago. Good, you thought, you had a bone to pick with her anyway. How could she, after everything that had happened, invite that man without at least giving you a heads up?

“Is this your idea of a joke?” you blurted out, hoping she was already close enough to hear you. You did not care to turn, being far too angry to face her yet.

“Can’t really say it is, no.”

But the voice that answered you was not Stephanie’s at all. You spun around on instinct, wide eyes finding the outline of his familiar form against the lights that fell from the house behind him.

“Andrew.”

What a stupid thing to say. Of course it was him. However much you wished it was not. And his reply made it unmistakably clear that he did not care for your presence either.

“Why are you here?” “What do mean, why am I here?” you snapped. “I was invited, just like you, I presume.”

“You didn’t need to come,” he stated plainly, and the cold in his voice made you shiver.

“I might not have if I had known you’d be here.”

“That’s rich!” he spat. “Especially since you are the one who chose to leave.”

“I chose to, yes,” you defended yourself, taking a step towards him. Why, you did not know. Were you getting ready to throw hands with him? You would, if provoked. Or did you just succumb to the need to look into his eyes while you said what you had been needing to say for so long. “Because I wanted that job. You know how much it meant to me. But even more so,” you paused for a moment, reluctant to finally reveal the full truth. A truth you had never been able to tell before. The real reason why you had so cowardly deserted him almost two years ago. “I needed space.”

“Space?” his brows furrowed as he pondered the revelation. “So, you were running from me?”

“No, not from you.” How could he ever think you were running from him? And if that was not enough to make your heart heavy, the broken look in his eyes almost killed you. It tempted you to give in, to reach out and touch his cheek to ease the harsh creases in his forehead. But you could not. “I ran from whatever it was that you and me were. It…I couldn’t do it any longer.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

He sighed, the frustration in his tone was apparent now. “No, I don’t.”

“Because I wanted you,” you blurted out. “I wanted you so much.” And then your voice broke underneath the weight of your confession. "But not like that.”

“Like what?”

It was your turn to sigh now. Why did he have to make this extra hard for you? Why couldn’t he just understand?

“Andy, I wanted a life with you. Not some casual sex whenever I fit into your busy schedule.”

“That’s not fair. You knew who is was, what I do.”

He was right of course. You had known all of that from the start. And still you had clung to that frail thread of hope that this, you and him, would somehow be different.

“I did. But I didn’t know…” You could not bare to look at him. Not when your vision was already starting to blur. He would notice, and you could not allow that on top of everything else that was already turning this night into your personal living hell. And so you spun around.

“What? What did you not know?”

The sudden softness in his voice finally made your eyes spill over. Hot streams of tears ran down your cheeks freely now, and when he touched you, so tender, just like you remembered, there was nothing left inside of you to resist. As if your soul had left your body, you watched the scene unfold, watched him turn you back around, your heart almost leaping out of your chest when his formerly furious eyes softened instantly. It was time.

“I did not know how much I would…” you sniffled, “how much you would come to mean to me.”

There, you had said it, and it had not nearly hurt as much as you had anticipated. Actually, you were feeling a little better, lighter, somehow. But at the same time it was almost unbearably clear to you that your fate now hung in the balance of the deafening silence that loomed in the darkness all around you.

Time trickled by torturously slowly, but still no words had left his lips. You were almost beginning to wonder if he would ever speak to you again, if you should just walk away and leave it all behind. But things were different now than they had been two years ago, you were different, and so you stayed put. 

And then he moved. Carefully, as if he was afraid to scare you away, he reached out for you. His hand felt heavenly against the cool skin of your cheek and the gentle brush of his thumb as he wiped away your tears made your heart flutter. Yet it was nothing compared to his words.

“And you think you did not mean just as much to me?”

You could not speak, your tongue heavy as lead. And so you simply shook your head instead. You were still trying hard to process his words, so afraid your foggy brain might have misheard that you did not notice at first. It was only when you felt his breath crawling along your lips that you realised he was pulling you in. 

With the point of no return long passed, there was no going back now. Fisting the cool leather of his jacket, you closed the small gap that still remained and with the long lost taste of him fresh on your lips, you lost all control.

Lips moved in a fevered frenzy, tongues dancing, exploring, tasting what they had dearly missed all this time, glad to find that nothing had changed, even though everything was different now. 

You both broke away with a gasp, panting heavily as he rested his forehead against yours, your face still framed by his large hands.

“I’m sorry I fucked this up,” he pushed out between two harsh breaths.

“We both did.”

But you did not think it mattered anymore, all the pain and frustration and anger washed away as you buried your face in the soft cotton of his shirt and let his familiar scent calm your racing heart. You had no idea how long the two of you had stayed like this, his arms wrapped around you, tender lips pressing a kiss to your hair every now and then. All you knew was that you never wanted this to end. And there was only one question left to ask.

“Where do we go from here?” your words came muffled against his chest.

“How about back inside?” He must have felt you stir upon his words and so he was quick to add, “Just for a start. We can figure out the rest along the way.”

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

i take your little april likes small spaces and i raise you a fic where she finds a new spot to hide that's extra cozy and comfy (regressed to her youngest or second youngest headspace at this point). she ends up falling asleep, because she's happy and safe. cue everyone looking for her, bc she's not where anyone else thinks her to be. they find her, still asleep of course, and are all relieved. she wakes up and everyone decides it's snack time (no scolding as she didn't mean to scare them on purpose)

Little!April Ludgate - Hide and Seek

changed it up a little bit because this request was super super similar to something I’d already started writing (anon are you a mind reader?) anyway, hopefully you don’t mind :D

Word count: 900

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“You close your eyes and I’ll hide,” April instructed Andy who was spinning around on a wheely chair.

“What do I count to?” Andy asked, immediately perking up at the idea of playing April’s favourite game.

“As high as you possibly can,” April grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Andy nodded eagerly and covered his eyes as he began to count. April was really, really good at hiding but recently even her best hiding spots had gotten repetitive enough for Andy to find her. She decided the best course of action to uphold her position as the best hider in all of city hall was to venture up to the fourth floor. It was perfect. Andy would never think to look for her there and there were so many good, creepy hiding spots to find! She made her way up the elevator, not missing the opportunity to press all the buttons, and snuck her way into an empty office. She practically squealed with excitement when she saw an empty cupboard. She climbed inside, the cupboard smelling like dust and old wood but the small space felt safe and cozy. Above all it was an amazing hiding spot.

Andy managed to count all the way to 57 before he got bored and lost count, then he counted to 24, and then he counted to 60. All up he thought April had plenty of time to hide. Not that she needed it, April was the best hider. He began checking all her best places. Under desks, in Ann’s office, under the outside tables, under the chairs at the shoe shine stand. She was nowhere to be found. He started looking more frantically in other places. He felt like he had looked through every inch of their floor. An awful thought dawned on him, he’d lost the baby. He became quite panicked, researching everywhere he’d been before he finally gave in and reluctantly went to find help. Leslie and Ben were eating lunch in Leslie’s office and Andy knocked on the door. “Andy, hey buddy,” Leslie greeted perkily. Andy entered the office, looking nervously between the three grownups.

“Is everything ok?” Ben asked, quieter than Leslie. Andy sniffled, hot tears pooling in his eyes. He’d messed up so bad.

“April’s,” he started before the guilty tears started streaming down his cheeks. “April,” he hiccuped sadly, rubbing at his teary face.

“Come sit here kiddo,” Leslie cooed gently, patting the spare chair next to her. Andy slumped down in the chair with a heavy sigh. “Take a deep breath for me.” Leslie’s voice was calm but certain as she took Andy’s hands and guided him through three deep breaths. “That’s it, good boy,” Leslie cooed as Andy took three over exaggerated deep breaths.

“Ok Andy, can you tell us what happened with April?” Ben asked gently once Andy had calmed down.

“We were playing hide and seek and then I couldn’t find her,” Andy explained, his voice descending back into tears when he finished.

“Ok, it’s ok,” Ben promised. “We’ll find her, she won’t have gone far.” Andy nodded and Leslie gently wiped his tears away.

“Come on, we’ll be faster together.” Leslie took Andy’s hand so they could start looking while Ben instructed the rest of the department on where to look.

After another ten minutes even Leslie was starting to lose hope. “Ok Andy, where does April like to hang out when she’s small at work hm? Let’s start there.” Andy thought for a moment,

“Uh, the shoe shine stand, her desk, the fourth floor,”

“The fourth floor!” Ben exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The three of them quickly made their way up to the dreaded level. From there it wasn’t hard at all to conclude that April would’ve immediately gone into the creepy looking empty office. Andy threw the cupboard doors open. April was curled up in the cupboard fast asleep with her thumb planted firmly in her mouth. Andy quickly threw his hand up over his mouth so as not to make a loud noise and wake her. Ben and Leslie both looked in too, letting out sighs of relief as they saw the sleeping girl.

“Hey Pril,” Ben cooed softly, rubbing the girl's shoulder softly to wake her up. April whined and peered her eyes open sleepily.

“Found you,” Andy whispered triumphantly. Through half open eyes April looked between Leslie and Ben,

“You had help,” She yawned, reaching for Ben. Ben helped her out of the cupboard and pulled her into his arms.

“You gave us quite the fright,” Leslie smiled softly, running a hand through April’s hair. April mumbled sorry around her thumb, burying her face sleepily against Ben’s shoulder. “It’s alright, let’s just keep hide and seek to our floor in the future, ok little bat?” April nodded. Andy hugged April tightly for a few moments before quickly becoming distracted.

“Can we have snacks now? Seeking makes me hungry.” Ben laughed affectionately and Leslie ruffled his hair.

“How does that sound April? Snacks?” Ben asked the sleepy little.

“Nacks,” April nodded.

They headed back to the safety of their own floor where the littles were set up with juice boxes (apple for Andy and blackcurrant for April) and some cookies that Ann had dropped by in the morning (choc chip and the best in all of city hall).

[arlovegood]

A long forgotten Silrah Drabble

HELLOOOOOO! Long time no see folks, Grad program has been a pain in my ass and God do I wish every day more and more that I was born an heiress. But alas, I come here because I found this little WIP in my long long list of unfinished drafts and really liked what I wrote. I'll probably never continue this as I have no idea where I was going with it, but decided to published what I had.

This is for all of my Silrah girlies out there, and most of all to the incredible @septemberrie who was the one who once got me very interested in them. Hope you guys like it.

He still remembers the first time he gathered the courage to talk to her. He, the orphan worthy of pity who looked more like a baby duck constantly holding onto his popular best friend. She, older, cool, unattached, Rosalind’s golden girl.

To be truthful the only reason he ever spoke to her at all was because Ben - that little piece of shit - turned the cafeteria ground into quicksand for just the amount of time necessary for Saul to lose his balance and fall straight into her table.

He could still recall it. Her piercing stare. She knew who he was, he didn’t know how he knew that but he was sure. What she didn’t know was what the fuck he was doing there, at her table.

To be fair neither did he but well c'est la vie 

It was one of the bravest - and later he would learn best - things he ever did, to sit at her table - visible empty but without giving her the air of a loner - and mutter a single Hi

He doesn't remember what led to it, but suddenly they were talking and it felt nice, like she understood him, and he got her.

That day was also the day that he learned that Farrah Dowling, despite what everyone thought, was no goodie two shoes.

They had been talking for what felt like a long while when he spotted someone making their way to the table they were both currently sitting in. 

Aubrey, or was it Ashley? He couldn’t remember, all he knew was that she was Andreas' latest attempt at trying to help Saul ‘get his dick wet’ as his friend so eloquently put it.

It wasn’t that she was not good looking, she was, very much, otherwise Andreas would never even know her name - thinking about it Saul wondered if he actually did? - but Saul was not really that enthusiastic about hooking up with his friends left overs - he wasn’t stupid enough to believe Aubrey/Ashley hadn’t at least given his roommate a blowjob - and he remembered that when he kissed her, her mouth tasted like the herbs Ben’s father made them study about and honestly, he just wanted to not deal with it. All of it. 

The pink haired specialist caught Farah’s attention too and the mind fairy turned to him with a raised eyebrow and asked:

“Friend of yours?”

“Not really”

“Hum”

And Saul was already mentally preparing himself for whatever scenario could succeed.

Would Aubrey/Ashley want to hook up again? Did she want to humiliate him and tell him his kiss sucked - he never had any complaints but you could never be sure. Did she want to know where Andreas was for a repeat of their he wasn’t sure but probably was correct about blowjob session? 

He hoped it was the last, even if he had no idea where Andy was - off on an orgy outside the barrier? Probably. Andreas liked to get his blood pumping.

What he was not expecting was that the girl would abruptly stop mid journey and start looking completely nauseated, even dropping her lunch tray to hold her stomach and then proceed to dash out the canteen’s door. He stood there blinking for a couple seconds trying to understand what had just transpired. 

He turned to Farah to see if she was just as confused as he was and that was when he saw it. You see, to any onlooker, Farah’s face looked the exact same, not even a muscle twitch out of place. But Saul saw it, the glint in her eyes, not of magic - that disappeared very quickly - but of mirth. The glint of someone who did something they probably shouldn’t have yet they enjoyed it.

It felt like all the lessons were coming back to him. Mind fairies, the underdogs of the magical world, often overlooked by everyone, yet some of the most powerful ones, capable not only of feeling what’s inside your head but also making you feel whatever they wish you to do.

And he knew that it was her. Farah had made Aubrey/Ashley sick and she hadn’t even batted an eyelash while doing it. Was it odd that it kinda turned him on? Andy would probably say it wasn’t, but then again, Andreas hated Farah's Guts - for what reason Saul wasn’t sure - so maybe he would hit Saul in the head to get him to get over it.

She looked at him then, raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to question her. She knew he knew. But Saul didn’t, instead, he simply signed and said:

"Guess Doris will have to check the food. It seems something nasty fell on it” And the little twitch in the corner of her mouth told him something he could not yet understand. Told him of a future as partners. The best fairy/specialist duo Alfea had ever seen. Told him of war and hurt, told him of a friendship that would survive the worst times and the gravest of mistakes. 

It also told him of eternal blue balls but it was for the best that he didn’t know that particular bit yet.

[thatesqcrush]

Inaugural Sparks

David (A Murder at the End of the World) x reader.

AN: I know nothing about Raúl’s character so forgive me for any mischaracterizations. I just really wanted to write something for this character and couldn’t wait until the 14th.

Rating: NSFW for 🌶️🌶️

You stood poised in front of a rustic bar, your heart fluttering with the anticipation of your first date with David Alvarez. The autumn air is crisp, causing a soft blush to bloom on your cheeks. You are clad in a cozy, burnt-orange sweaterdress that complements the fall foliage. Your eyes, full of hope and curiosity, are as vibrant as the setting sun. Your fingers nervously played with the cuff of your sleeve, a silent testament to the excitement and uncertainty of the impending encounter. The scent of fallen leaves and the distant sound of laughter from the bar added to the atmosphere of anticipation.

In many ways this was a blind date. But it also wasn’t.

It was a date in the making through mutual friends, Andy Ronson, and his wife Lee, who showed you off to David on his phone and vice versa with him to you. It might have been just a picture, but the attraction was instantaneous.

And this date took weeks in the making thanks to conflicting work schedules. David was an Argentine venture capitalist who happened to be on the top ten Midas list for Forbes. While VCs only invested in 2–3 companies a year, the rest of his time was spent platonically courting entrepreneurs. Suffice it to say, he was loaded. But truthfully, you were well off as well and your work had kept you just as busy.

You and David had been texting and calling for weeks now. Some of the communications were purely innocent, while others were downright filthy. Finally, after so many nights of teasing and eluding, of shared pictures that showed little but promised much more, you were going to be meeting face to face. You had a feeling that this evening held the promise of something special.

You checked the time on your watch before re-applying your lipstick. Then drawing a deep breath in, you made your way into the dimly lit bar, poised, head raised in confidence. As you made your way in, you realized that David was already at the bar. He is sitting, facing the door with one leg hooked through the legs of the stool. He wore a crisp white button down, the top two buttons open, accentuating his tanned skin. There was a glint of a gold chain from the overhead lights. His hair - a distinguished mix of salt and pepper - was perfectly coiffed and accompanied with a neatly trimmed beard.

You could tell he was striving for casualness but there remained a tension in the way he sat, a restlessness you could sense in your gut - as if he preferred to pace and prowl the room while he waited. He exuded sophistication - but there was an air of rugged charm which added to his already distinguished features.

One broad palm cradled a tumbler full of brown liquor. He swirled the drink close to the rim, allowed it to settle and then raised it to his perfectly pink lips. You paused mid-stride, drinking him in. His eyes snapped up, meeting yours and the air cracked with a magnetic pull.

Unbeknownst to you, David had already spotted you outside, bathed in the early evening light, a vision in your sweater dress that clung to your curves in all the right places. He couldn’t believe his luck.

David’s intense gaze held for a moment before he lowered his, dragging along the curves of your dress. His lips twitched in a smile at the hint of skin between the hemline of your dress and the thigh highs that you wore.

You felt desire shoot down your belly, creating a warm pool between your thighs. The smoldering look in his green eyes caused your nipples to harden and pucker against the fabric, eager to show off for him, already seeking his touch. The tip of his tongue emerged to dance along his bottom lip. For a moment, you imagine what it must be like to sink your hands into his beard as you kiss him.

Pictures did not do him justice. He was without a doubt, the most fucking handsome man you had ever had the pleasure of looking at. You take in the width of his broad shoulders, down his chest. You finally continue your journey until you are standing face to face with him.

You get a whiff of spice from his aftershave. Your blood fizzes in response and your pussy is now throbbing in tandem with your heartbeat. More slickness gathers between your thighs and you know he would be pleased when he found out you weren’t wearing any underwear.

He shifted in his seat, causing you to smile. The two of you had not even touched, but you could already tell that he was growing hard, the bulge straining against the zipper of his pants. You ached to have him fill you, fucking you hard as your pussy milked him for all that he was worth.

Pleasantries are exchanged and as you sit next to him, you order a shot of tequila with a lime. David watched you with intense fascination as you slammed the shot back. You bit into the lime, sucking out every last drop of citrus, igniting an electric shock that sent shivers down David’s spine and right to his aching cock.

The night continued over a shared bottle of red wine as you each shared stories about work and life. David mentioned he was planning on attending an upcoming exclusive retreat at Andy’s high-tech hotel, located in the snowiest reaches of Iceland.

But as the evening deepened, so did the connection between the two of you. The chemistry was undeniable, and it only grew as the two of you shared more personal tales, vulnerabilities laid bare.

When the idea of dessert was floated to the two of you by the bartender, you took the opportunity to reach for David’s thigh.

“I am not hungry for dessert.” You felt as if you were almost vibrating with desire.

David’s fingers traced a path along your hand, causing your breath to hitch. “There is something about you that I can’t resist.”

You gave him a victorious smile. You changed to standing and planted yourself in between his legs. You leaned to his ear.

“Finish your drink and pay the man.” You finished with a nip to his ear causing David to groan.

The pupils of his eyes are dilated and you are pleased as punch watching him swallow the remainder of his drink before slamming the glass along the bartop. He reached for his wallet and dropped a few hundred dollar bills, more than enough to cover the tab and then some. “Keep the change.”

Finally, you found yourselves beneath the canopy of bar, waiting for an Uber to arrive. David pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. You let out a moan as his tongue licked hotly into your mouth. The world around you both faded away as the two of you surrendered to the intensity of the attraction.

The kiss deepened, and the sparks that had been building all night ignited into a passionate, all-consuming flame.

FIN.

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Heyy! I wanted to make a request and I was thinking if it can be something fluffy with aftercare?

with Andy?

List

Andy Barber x reader

summary: above

warnings: bit of smut, fluff, aftercare

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. I think I did a lot of mistakes in this fic.

Main Masterlist Andy Barber Masterlist

“Oh fuck, Andy!” you scream as he hits your sweet spot again. “I’m going to come!”.

Andy slams into you faster from behind, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Come, baby” Andy says, rubbing your clit with his finger, which is the last push you need to come. Your scream echoes around the room as you milk his cock in your cum.

Andy groans at the warm feeling of your cum and follows soon after. He shivers as he empties his load in you while slowing down his thrusts.

Your head falls forward, too exhausted to keep it up. You hum as Andy slowly lets you two down on the mattress, being careful not to crush you under him. The softness of the mattress against your cheek makes you close your eyes.

Slowly Andy slides his dick out of you, careful not to hurt you, but you still hiss. He says he’s sorry before walking over to the bathroom, leaving you alone to draw a bath.

Once he’s done, he walks back into the bedroom and goes over to your side, shaking you awake. You slowly blink your eyes open and lazily look at your boyfriend.

“Come on, honey. Let’s get you into the bath” he says and carefully picks you up, bridal style. You let out a quiet chuckle as he carries you to the bathroom.

Since you started your relationship, he has always been a gentleman in every slightest way. From opening the door, getting you flowers after work, booking you a spa day to cooking dinner after a long day at work. You already thought this was lovely, but that was before you two had sex for the first time.

The first time you two had sex was after he slept over at your apartment for the first time. He drove there right after work and you two had dinner. Once you two were done and washed the dishes together, you got some wine and sat down on the couch. Soon your soft touching started to turn into more and the next thing you know, you two are in your bedroom naked.

That night you first ever realized how shitty your exes treated you because Andy made you feel like you’re in heaven. The first thing he did was finger your sweet spot, followed by eating you out. He almost came on the spot as you screamed his name as you came. Oh boy, and you weren’t ready for his dick.

Not only did you have the best sex in your entire life that night, but also the best aftercare. This man knows how to give some good aftercare.

Andy told you he made a list with everything a lady needs after she finished after you asked him how he’s so good at giving the perfect aftercare. You laughed before realizing he was serious. Andy really googled what are the best aftercare things and made a list based on those informations.

Oh, how you love this man.

“Do you want me to get with in?” Andy asks you as he carefully lets you down in the tub. You let out a sigh as the warm water swallows your body.

“Yes, please”

Andy smiles and nods as he carefully maneuvers behind you. His hands rest on your stomach, while your head rests against his chest.

“I love you” Andy whispers into your hair. “I love you so much”. You smile lazily up at him, seeing his face upside down.

“I love you too, Honey” you say back. His fingers caress your leg under water, running them over the prints he left on you. A whine leaves your mouth as Andy pushes you off his chest carefully to get out of the tub.

“I’ll just quickly grab you something to eat” Andy says, kissing your hand that is reaching for him. He laughs as you pout.

“Please, hurry then” you say and he nods.

“Don’t miss me too much” he jokes as he walks out of the door, his naked ass being the last thing you see.

It only takes ten minutes before he’s back, carrying a plate with bananas, blueberries, dark chocolate and almonds. He crouches down beside you, putting the plate on a little stool next to the tub. You sit up and look at everything.

“You really know how to spoil a woman. This looks so good” you grab an almond and place it in your mouth “mhmm”.

“I’m happy you like it, baby” he says, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world because you are to him. The moment he met you, he knew you were his forever. There wasn’t a moment of doubt that you two weren’t meant for each other. Andy wants to wake up next to you every morning till forever.

“I think it should be a law” Andy says, after some minutes of silence.

“Huh?”

“The list” he answers, “that everyone has to give their partner an aftercare which includes the things on the list”.

You chuckle, “You want a law that says that?”.

“Yes, only the best for the best” he says laughing, but not showing any signs that he is kidding.

“Well” you lean over the side of the tub to grab your boyfriend’s face and kiss him passionately, “I would follow that law”.

[atinylittlepain]

Over the Hill

dad!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the Girl Boy universe

wordcount | 2.3K

content info | 18+ bc I say so, mostly just domestic fluff though

a/n | feeling kinda weepy and soft tonight and decided to share something from the archives - i have such a soft spot for these two it's criminal :')

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Everyone warned him about forty. Eddie passed the milestone first with a big dinner in the city, a toast that sounded more like a curse, you next, big boy. But Steve turned forty with little fret, no existential meltdown, no midlife crisis convertible, just a good day, sprinkle toast for breakfast made by his girls, and a little more sophisticated dinner that evening surrounded by good people, loved people. 

Robin had a crisis when she turned forty this year, called him the night before her birthday in a verifiable panic because this is old, we’re old, when did that happen? He had scoffed, it’s not so bad on the other side, Rob, trust me. And he meant that, really, he did. But right now, waking up to forty-one, he feels a little less certain of the truth of that statement. 

“Good morning.” Still sleep-sweet, her palm coming to rest over his heart, index finger skating back and forth along the line of his collarbone. For a moment, taking in her slow simpering smile, it occurs to him that they’ve spent nearly half of their birthdays together now, a strange, weepy heat blooming in his throat at the thought. 

“Hi, honey.” 

“You look perturbed.”

“Perturbed?”

“Mmm, and it’s too early in the morning to look perturbed. What’s wrong?” She sits up a little more, leaning into her arm, chin tilted down to consider him, a look he’s seen her give to the girls when they wake up complaining of headaches and sore throats. Only wearing a t-shirt from last year’s turkey trot fundraiser at the elementary school. He had cut the sides out of it for working out in, but he thinks a bit absently that this is a better use for it, the soft drop of her breasts spilling bare out of the cut-off sides. Even after all this time, she is still a perfect distraction to him. 

“I’m forty-one today.”

“You are, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to wish you happy birthday. You know, given the perturbed look.”

“Now we’re both forty-one.” Her smile falters, just a little, and he feels guilty, just a little, that he’s still in this fugue state. She recovers quick though, her palm rubbing a nice heat into his chest, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek, another to his lips, beyond used to each other’s morning breath by now, not caring about it either.

“Yeah, we are, good thing we’re gonna live forever, right?” And it’s just enough to loosen something in his chest, to unfurrow his brow with a huff of a laugh, oh, are we? Guess I didn’t get that memo. 

“Are you okay though, seriously?” He hums, his palm coming to rest over hers, and he is okay, tells her as much, and she softens, another kiss, another quiet happy birthday, baby. And there isn’t much more time to allow themselves because it’s a weekday, school day, routines to run through and all. Already out of bed, him putting on sweats and a t-shirt while she gets into the shower because he’s always been on wake up duty. 

Violet is already dressed and brushing her teeth in the jack and jill bathroom she shares with Nora. Nine going on nineteen, she warbles a good morning around toothpaste foam when he squeezes her shoulder in a quiet greeting as he passes through to get to Nora’s room. And he is okay, he thinks, just feeling sentimental. A quick flood of it with the sudden obliterating thought that he blinked, and now they’re here. He still remembers when they brought Violet home to that little one-story in Amherst, still remembers when she fit in the span of his two palms. And now she’s putting on strawberry lip gloss in the mirror, and he’s not sure where she got that strawberry lip gloss, probably from that snitty Jessica H that neither he nor Andy like very much, though they’ve agreed to let Vi figure it out for herself. 

Nora is still asleep, curled up small in her twin bed, pale blue light threading through the curtains and providing just enough guidance for him to not step on the legos strewn on the floor, mercy. Some mornings there’s no time for loveliness, for slow sweet things, everyone running a few minutes late, turning the lights on and calling out hoping it’ll be enough to wake whoever’s still sleeping up. But they can take a little more time this morning, so he sits down on the edge of her bed, a gentle palm between her shoulder blades, soft voice, hey, Nor, good morning. She murmurs, grumbles, small displeased sounds as she curls up tighter into herself. She is the most like Andy out of their girls, he thinks, a bit serious for her six years, but sharp. He’s greeted by her furrowed brow beneath the mussed tangle of her hair, eyes still half-shut and a pursed frown that he can’t help but chuckle at, which of course only makes her frown deepen.  

“It’s time to get up, babe.” He says it, but he’s already softening back into something between asleep and awake as she crawls into his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and her hair getting in his mouth with the way she tucks her head down into his chest, another low grumble as she settles small in his lap. Soon, he thinks, she will be too cool for this, for him. It happened to Margot somewhere between eight and ten, Violet too, sometime last year, and Nora will turn seven in the fall. So soon, but for now, he rubs circles into the small wings of her shoulder blades and asks her to tell him about the fortress she seems to be building out of her legos. She blinks up at him, still a little bleary, it’s your birthday, though the words come out a little garbled, birthday becoming birfday, still young, still trying. He smiles, nods, asks her how she knows that and mommy said, and, happy birthday, daddy. 

“How old are you?” He tells her and her jaw drops, eyes wide, young wonder, like she wasn’t there when he turned forty last year. 

“That’s so old.”

“You know, mom is the same age as me.” 

“Yeah, but she’s mom.” He doesn’t get a chance to ask her to explain the particular logic of her statement, already sliding off his lap and padding into the bathroom, a rather haughty daddy, privacy lobbed over her shoulder at him. She learned that word a few months ago, and it’s quickly become her favorite. He gets the hint, steps out through the door to her room and continues his rounds.

Knocking is requisite when entering Margot’s room, he’s learned. Sometimes she answers, sometimes she doesn’t. Something else he’s learning, how to be okay with it when she doesn’t answer, space, allowing that space that seems to continue to spread. But this time she does answer, a quiet yeah? And when he asks if he can come in, he gets a sure, and he’ll take it. 

“What’s on deck this morning?” 

“Jeff Buckley.”

“Grace?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice choice.” It was Andy’s idea, getting out all those old cassettes and getting Mar a walkman for her twelfth birthday. She’s been inseparable from her headphones ever since, though she’ll share with him from time to time, humor him from time to time. He sits down on the window seat in her room next to where she’s sunken into her bean bag chair, considers the tracklist on the cassette case she left there, like he doesn’t know this string of songs by sheer memory.

“Do you have a favorite off this one?”

“Mmm, last goodbye, probably.” She holds her head in her hand, chipped blue nail polish tapping against her cheek when she asks what his favorite is right back.

“Last goodbye is a good one, but when we saw him live the way he performed eternal life was pretty amazing.” And he knows, he knows, trying to rack up a few points by dropping that one into their conversation. Margot takes the bait, you never told me that, you saw him live? All eager, curled over her knees and waiting for him to continue this story.

“He was playing in New York all the time when mom was living there, we saw him at this little club. You sure I never told you that?” And Margot’s ugh, no, that’s so weird. He’s trying not to grin like a dork, and failing miserably.

“What’s so weird?” 

“That, like, you and mom were cool.” 

“Emphasis on the word were, huh?” 

“I mean, you guys are relatively cooler than other parents, ish.”

“Ish?”

“Yeah, cool-ish.” 

“Thanks, Mar, I appreciate the cool-ish.”

“Yeah, happy birthday, by the way.” And with little fanfare or fuss, she gets up and produces a small package wrapped in what looks like old, cut-up trader joe’s bags from the drawer of her nightstand. 

He had been expecting a joint gift from the girls, something Andy usually organized, always thoughtful, accompanied by three homemade cards that he keeps tucked into a desk drawer at work. But no, not expecting this, unwrapping the gift while Margot looks on, something nervous, he thinks, in the way she’s rocking back and forth on her heels. 

“Uncle Eddie helped, mom too, but, um, yeah.” No, not expecting this, an iPod, dark blue, and she explains to him in a rushed voice that she wanted to share her favorite music with him, because he’s shared all of his with her, and so she downloaded plenty of good stuff to get him started, she says, to get him with the times. And he knows that it would not be cool, or even cool-ish, to cry right now, so he tries hard not to, clears his throat and thanks her for his gift, tells her how much he loves it, and asks for a hug that he’s half-expecting her to balk at. Small miracle when she doesn’t, when she lets him pull her into his chest, quick squeeze. He lets her go before she’s too cool for him again, tells her mom has breakfast going, and they’ll need to leave soon, and all the usual things while his heart continues to melt and warm between his ribs. And that feeling lingers, lovely, while he gets dressed, slacks and shirt and he slides his gift into the pocket of his suit jacket because he’s looking forward to listening to it the very first chance he gets. 

Breakfast is well under way by the time he comes down to the kitchen, oatmeal and peanut butter honey toast and scrambled eggs, and he catches the tail end of Andy telling Margot that she doesn’t care if Allison M is skipping breakfast these days because your brain needs fuel, babe, no ifs, ands, or buts, and you can tell Allison M that I said that.

Coffee for him, coffee for her, they pick at peanut butter toast crusts and the ends of bananas that none of the girls seem interested in eating, leaning at the kitchen counter and doing the usual family rundown, basketball practice and violin lessons and a sleepover this weekend, small chaos that they somehow manage. They’ll do cards and cake, and probably another errant gift or two tonight, he knows, just happy to be getting everyone out the door in matching socks and with packed lunches. He always drives Margot on his way to a quick enough commute into Boston while Andy drops Nora and Violet at the elementary school, closer to the university campus. But while the girls are already out the door and looking for that orange cat they’ve been leaving cans of tuna out for, Andy stops him at the garage door, brows raised, well? And he knows exactly what she’s asking about.

“Was it her idea?”

“All her idea, we just helped. Don’t tell her I told you this, but she was so excited, baby. Had a list written out of all the songs she wanted to put on it for you.” And now he thinks he might cry again, some strange swirl of existential something and love, loving, and being loved in such a complete way. All he can do, pull her in close, a kiss that slips across her mouth and to her cheek and we made really fucking good kids, and, thank you. 

“I have a gift for you too, but it’s gonna have to wait until tonight.”

“Oh? Yeah? Tonight?” His grin going smarmy and sideways, a quick glance out into the yard to make sure there aren’t young eyes watching when he squeezes at a palmful of her ass, little shove, little scoff, and not meaning it at all when her own grin threatens at the corners of her lips. 

“Better get your mind out of the gutter or you're gonna have a very long day ahead of you.” 

“So would now be a bad time to tell you I kinda want a fourth?” Except it doesn’t come out quite like that, the last bit rushed all on one exhale, kindawannafourth? Andy is already rolling her eyes.

“Oh no, no, sorry, ship’s sailed, shop’s closed, not happening. Steve, I don’t know if you noticed, but you and I? We’re kinda old now, babe.”

“Thought you said we were gonna live forever.”

“You’re insane.” They’re going to be a few minutes late now, stopped staring and smiling at each other like fools. He presses another kiss to her lips, a quick smacking thing, just because he can, and then sighs, yeah, we are kinda old, honey. 

“We can still have fun though.” He perks at that, her already slipping away and toward her car as all three girls start to grumble about the time. He follows, feet dragging just a little as Margot gets into the passenger seat of his car, another recent development, another change. 

“Fun, huh?” Her sunglasses on, brow raised, Andy offers him one more smile before she gets into her car.

“See you tonight, birthday boy.”

[rogerswifesblog]

Kinktober- Breeding kink

Hi! The next Drabble for my kinktober! This time with Andy Barber from ‘Better than boys’:) I’m not completely confident with this Drabble, I feel like I’m not very good at writing about breeding kink but I hope you like it anyway! Reblogs and especially feedback would be very appreciated!

Thank you @jamneuromain for helping me with this<3

[this Drabble is also a part of the series ‘Better than boys’]

Pairing: boyfriends!dad!Andy Barber x reader

Summary: it’s the first time you allow Andy to fuck you without a condom and he…enjoys it more than you’d expect.

Warnings: BREEDING KINK, creampie, p in v, daddy kink, mommy kink in a way?

You knew you had forgotten to buy something all the way while driving home, but you couldn’t remember what it was. That’s why you always made a grocery list. Not this time.

And the moment you remembered what you had forgotten about was with Andy’s fingers, deep in your cunt pushing against your G-spot, with your legs trembling around his head. “Condoms?”, he asked while sitting up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before grabbing his cock and stroking himself slowly. His chest covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You forgot to buy condoms.

And Andy had reminded you just before leaving the house.

Fuck.

You looked at him sheepishly, apologetic even, making him sigh quietly while his hand movement slowed down. “You forgot them”, he whined, sitting back on his heels, still holding his hard cock, the tip closer to the color purple than red and glistening with pre-cum.

Biting your bottom lip you slowly sat up, pulling Andy by the neck closer to you. It pained you to see him so turned on and yet holding back, since you’ve never done it without condoms. Andy was the one who insisted on using them.

Even when you asked him a couple of times to just do it without.

“Andy….come on, it’s fine”, you whispered, slowly straddling his lap, pressing yourself against him. Your body flush to him. “Fuck me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you…I want you to fill me”, you whispered filthy in his ear, wrapping your legs around him, while his hand grabbed onto your butt so you wouldn’t slide down from his lap.

He shook his head slowly, but you noticed how he was fighting with himself. Andy wanted to take you. Mark you. He wanted it, so badly.

“We shouldn’t-“ “Don’t make me beg for it, daddy”, you bit his bottom lip, gently licking along his ear, well knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist you now. Sometimes you felt bad for playing with him like that but…it also turned you on.

Andy purred in pleasure, before throwing you back onto the bed, immediately flipping you onto your stomach before pulling your hips up, a slap onto your ass made you moan in pleasure. Everything happened so fast and within seconds you felt Andy’s whole length split your pussy in half.

“Fuck, you feel so good”, he moaned, immediately pounding your cunt without giving you time to adjust to him.

And he could tell you loved it by the way you gasped and Drooled into the pillow. A dark chuckle escaped his lips while he buried one of his hand in your hair, pulling your head back a bit harsher. “You know, it’s really not nice of you to temp daddy like that…do you really want to be punished? You’re lucky I couldn’t wait to fuck your tight cunt, otherwise I’d spank your ass till I’d be bruised”, Andy moaned in your neck, before pushing your head back into the pillow, holding your neck for leverage.

His thrusts became quicker and sloppier, as he felt himself pretty close already. He hadn’t fucked anyone without a condom since…he couldn’t remember. He even forgot how good it felt. It wasn’t even that big of a difference…but it was different.

“Fuck-I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy with my cum. Fill you up till you’ll be leaking for days”, he moaned, pulling out only to flip you once again onto your back before immediately thrusting back into you, this time pounding harsher than before.

His cock was rubbing against your overstimulated g-spot all the time, making you whine his name as you grabbed his arm tightly. Your head felt dizzy from all the panting. Your legs shaking around his hips as he buried his cock deeper.

“M’ Gonna have you all round from my cum. Maybe even get you pregnant and make a pretty little mommy out of you, huh? Would you like that? Carry my child. Have them all know what we did. How I fucked you every night, making you all swollen and round”, he mumbled under his breath.

Even though you listened to his words, you weren’t sure if he realized what he was saying. Andy grabbed your breast, squeezing as he watched then bounce from the force of his movements. “Your tits would be so full with milk, so heavy and big. Just like your belly-fuck-fuck, I’m gonna fill you so good”, he moaned, leaning down to kiss you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth.

He let go of your breasts, his hand then sliding down to your core, rubbing your swollen clit. “Come for me Sweetheart, I wanna feel you squeeze my cock.” Andy thrusted deep into you when he felt his own orgasm approach in the same time as yours flooded over you, making you gasp his name quietly, your legs tightening around his waist.

Andy moaned into your neck, nibbling at your skin and marking you with small hickeys.

His seed was filling your pussy and leaking around his cock, as he still moved his hips in slow trusts, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as he leaned down to kiss you.

“My pretty baby. Gonna have you round and pregnant, for everyone to know how filthy you can be for daddy”, he mumbled, licking over your earlobe. “Gonna make you a mommy.”

You could feel a smile creeping onto your lips at the thought. Maybe it was the post orgasm bliss, or maybe you just realized you’d be ready to think about having a family on your own.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this one shot! If so, some feedback would be very appreciated and motivating to write more☺️

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[born-to-lose-writing]

Starstruck

Pairing: Sami Yaffa x reader

Requested by @wandahart & anon

Summary: Sami has a crush on you, a famous singer, and gets nervous when he meets you in person.

Tags: fluff

Words: 1,033

A/N: This is one of my oldest WIPs and one for which I immediately had ideas, so I have no idea why I haven't finished it until now.

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @slashscowboyboots @losers-yurio @lost-in-the-80s @jennyggggrrr @tuffduff @jonesyownsmyheart @smells-like-perfect-senses (let me know if you want to be taken off the list)

Being a popular singer led to connections within the London rock scene, which in turn led to being invited to many parties and gigs by other musicians. There would often be lesser known or foreign bands too.

Tonight, you were seeing Johnny Thunders at an all too familiar venue you had played many times and loved going to – the Marquee Club. You were good friends with Johnny and naturally, you had been asked to attend the afterparty as well. For one, to spend time with him because you hadn't had the chance to see each other in a while due to your busy schedules, but also to meet some new faces who wanted to make it big in England.

One of the best ways to promote your own music was to go out and build a network in the scene, even more so if you were not a local. Concerts and afterparties were a welcome occasion for that.

When you arrived at the club after the show, the first thing you did was to greet the people you already knew and have a chat with them, some longer, some shorter, depending on how frequently you saw them and how well you knew them. Then, Johnny began to introduce you to some people he had invited, most of them bands from abroad or groups who had recently formed. Among them was a band called Hanoi Rocks.

The moment Sami spotted you in the crowd, he felt his heartbeat speed up. His bandmates admired you for your music and while he obviously did too, he also had a crush on you. The idea of you being at the same party as him gave him butterflies, but also made him very anxious when he noticed you walking in his direction.

"Hey (y/n), there’s another band I'd like to introduce you to!" your friend called over the music, leading you to a group of five men, of which one was blonde and the rest had dark hair. "This is Andy, Michael, Sami and Nasty."

They all greeted you with big smiles on their faces. "We really like your music," Nasty said, being the last one to shake your hand.

The young man who had been introduced to you as Sami nodded excitedly, making you smile even wider.

"Thank you so much! I heard you're not from London?" you asked.

"Oh yeah, we're from Finland," Michael explained, fluffing up his hair. "We came here last year to record our album, which just came out in January."

“Good luck! Did you already put out any before?”

“Our debut was only released in Finland and Sweden, so this is our second album. We figured London is a better place to get the big break than Helsinki,” Andy answered.

You all got into talking, but the only one who still hadn't spoken except for a sheepish ‘hi’ earlier was Sami, their bassist, as you found out. Unlike his bandmates, he was very quiet and even hid his face whenever you looked at him, so you cautiously asked, “Sami? Are you okay?”

He simply nodded, opening his mouth before Michael said casually with a smirk, “He’s got a crush, don't you?”

His cheeks turned pink and he looked obviously uncomfortable, which confirmed that the singer was telling the truth. You offered him a sympathetic smile to ease the tension. “Aw stop, he's already looking nervous, Michael.”

You changed the topic, which seemed to make Sami feel better already, even if as the conversation faded out, he was the first to excuse himself.

Later that night when you were finished with your obligatory introductions, you returned to the bar to have some drinks you couldn't have ordered earlier in order to stay professional. While the bartender was mixing your cocktail, you recognized the two men sitting by the counter a few meters away as Nasty and Sami from Hanoi Rocks.

When you received your glass, you approached them with a smile. Nasty patted Sami's back before standing up to leave you both alone.

You tried to have small talk and finally you got to hear his voice. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Absolutely! So you know Johnny Thunders personally?” Immediately after this question, he felt embarrassed. Of course you knew him if you were walking around together letting him introduce you to people.

“Yes, we've been friends for a couple of years and we work together sometimes,” you answered. “I think he's a great rock guitarist, maybe not for his talent, but because he delivers the rock n roll attitude and he pretty much invented punk with the Dolls.”

Sami nodded in agreement. “He’s amazing, just like you.”

You grinned and decided it's the right time to ask him again, just between you and him. “Do you really have a crush on me?”

He looked down, nervously taking a sip from his bottle. "Y-yeah, I mean, that sounds weird now... I'm kind of a huge fan and..."

From his stammering, you could tell he wasn't sure what to say, but you heard what you needed to hear. “Honestly, I think you're very cute.”

“You do?” Sami's eyes widened in surprise. “I mean- thank you. You too!”

“You're staying here longer, right?” you asked and he nodded. “Would you like to go out tomorrow? There's a good Thai restaurant in this district. Not Vietnamese to suit your band's name, but I love going there. I'm paying.”

With that addition, his worry about who to borrow money from vanished. He avoided eating out because it was too expensive, but if he didn't make an exception for you, for who else?

“Yes, of course! I'll have to check back when I'm free because we're opening for Lords of the New Church on the 5th, but I definitely want to go out,” he replied, a big smile on his face.

You asked the bartender to give you a piece of paper and a pen to write your phone number on it, which you handed to Sami. “Once you know when you're free, just call. Anytime from 17 o'clock would work for me.”

This new chapter in his life was off to a great start, he thought.

[shunin-gumis]

Mistery on the Moonlit Passage - Track 05

Seasonal Event Story

Location: Cruise Liner - Party Venue

Nanaki: …… 

Nanaki: (Andy told me earlier that the ‘recommended date spot’ on the cruise liner was at the sky deck, but…)

Kafka: So this is the main party venue. Thanks to the holograms, the ceiling looks high, making the venue feel spacious inside the ship. 

Kinari: During the daytime, the scenery can be viewed from the windows, which is intended to increase the open appeal of this area.

Yachiyo: Wow… Isn’t this, like, way more luxurious than anything a poor commoner could ever dream off…? If I keep indulging in such luxury, my karma’s gonna tank and I’ll be reborn as something even lower than a bug…

Nanaki: (Trying to invite the chief in front of everyone might be a bit too difficult…)

Yodaka: There’s also a bar counter at the back. It looks quite well-equipped.

Chief: Seems like the staff might not be familiar with some things, but with proper training, I think they should be able to get a hang of it.

Kafka: Yeah, I believe so too.

Nanaki: (Besides, I’m here for work. I shouldn’t let myself get carried away…)

Akuta: WOOHOO! The buffet food looks friggin’ delicious~ I’m gonna spend my whole entire life on this ship, just munching forever and never leaving this place!

Muneuji: Isotake, you should calm down and eat a bit more slowly. Your cheeks are starting to resemble that of a chipmunk’s.

Chief: But isn’t that your third plate already, Muneuji-kun? High schoolers sure are built differently, huh…

Nanaki: (But since there’s gonna be customers who’ll come here as couples, maybe I can get away with that as an excuse to scout it out as a date spot…)

Chief: Are you also like that, Nanaki-kun?

Nanaki: Huh!? Y-Yes!?

Chief: Hehe, I knew it.

Nanaki: (...! Chief’s smiling face…)

Nanaki: (But I totally didn’t get why they were laughing at all…! I must’ve definitely given off a weird answer…!)

Chief: This is bad! Yachiyo-kun is heading straight for the super delicately balanced Jell-O tower! I have to stop him.

Yukikaze: Chief, please wait a moment.

Chief: What’s up, Yuki-nii?

Yukikaze: Nanaki, don’t you have something to talk to the Chief about?

Nanaki: !?

Chief: Huh? Really?

Yukikaze: Earlier… Was it Andy you were talking to? I’m sorry, I overheard your conversation with the AI.

Yukikaze: I also noticed that you were staring at the Chief the entire time, so—

Nanaki: Ka-Kamina-san! W-W-Waitasecond!

Yukikaze: ?

*Nanaki immediately drags Yukikaze with him at high speed*

Chief: Huh? Where are they going—Ack, wait! Yachiyo-kun, stop right there, STOP!!!

Location: Cruise Liner - Inner Passageway

Yukikaze: What’s wrong? I heard you were researching ‘recommended spots’ on the ship to share with the chief, right? You’re very thoughtful, Nanaki.

Nanaki: Huh? Wait, you didn’t hear about the ‘date’ part…?

Yukikaze: Hmm?

Nanaki: N-No, it’s nothing.

Yukikaze: Are you sure you're not going to tell the chief? If you want, you can tell me and I’ll pass it along to them. 

Nanaki: Uh… That’s a bit—

Nanaki: Well… everyone looks like they’re having fun, so maybe I’ll save it for the next time…

Nanaki: (I’m worried that if I do that, the mood’s gonna be ruined because of me…)

Nanaki: Sorry, I think I made you worry for no reason. I’m just gonna take a breather outside.

Yukikaze: Nanaki… ~~~(end flashback)

Location: Cruise Liner - Party Venue

Nanaki: (...Okay, if I don’t bring up my feelings and just stick to telling things objectively…)

Yukikaze: After Nanaki and I spent some time chatting with everyone at the party, we each went our way to the sky deck at different times. 

Yukikaze: That's all.

Nanaki: Y-Yeah, that's about right, I guess.

Ryui: That’s too brief.

Yukikaze: There wasn’t much else to say.

Nanaki: (...But there’s one thing that’s been bothering me.)

Ryui and Muneuji: …

Nanaki: (Everyone’s on edge…)

Netaro: Mhm… I see nyaow…

Netaro: I’ve figured out the truth!

[spenglerssweetheart]

For a request, who not the reader saving Egon from a ghostly danger of some kind? Bonus if the reader isn’t part of the field work crew.

Rah rah rahhh First day back and I’m so excited.

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His savior.

Pairing: Egon Spengler x GN!Reader.

Desc: as above in request.

Warnings: nothing other than some pretty tame language thrown around.

“Venkman, we might just have to let this one go!” A voice shouted before glass was heard breaking and then a mutter of profanities following after. “Oh no we don’t, we deal with this the way we always do!” The voice shouted back Before more glass was heard breaking.

Y/n was nearby in their office when they heard the commotion over the sound of the soft music playing. Turning it down, they stood up confused before stepping out. Y/n knew they were having some people coming over for disturbances that would happen in the small book/Music Store but they didn’t think it would be the Ghostbusters.

Y/n didn’t have any up-close experience with the ‘disturbance’ but they knew it was bad. Seeing the ghost floating around leaving the books all slimy they grimaced and looked at those who struggled to catch it. Knowing there would be a huge mess left they sighed and placed their face in their hands before carefully stepping out of the office, being mindful of the broken stuff on the floor.

Out of the corner of his eye though, Egon spotted the person step out of the office, unsure if they’d been there the whole time or not. Taking in what they had been wearing was really similar to what he enjoyed as well. The Brown knitted turtleneck paired with what looked to be some dress pants. Being so distracted He didn’t see the ghost or the unfamiliar person coming his way.

“Watch out!!” They shouted, pulling Egon back by the hand right as the ghost flew through where Egon had been standing. The other three guys were nowhere to be seen and A random person just saved him from being most likely knocked over and injured. Meanwhile Y/n was focused on making sure he was okay.

Once Y/n made sure he was sat and situated, they looked at his facial features, seeing a large gash at his cheek that was already beginning to slightly bruise. “I am so very sorry to do this, and I must ask you first, but you have this gash, and I can only guess you got a book or a record thrown at you, and I need to know if I can clean it up for you?” They rambled softly, Egon only watching as their hands moved around much as they rambled.

Nodding softly, Egon didn’t give much of a response but only watched as they reached under their desk for a first aid kit. Looking at the desk, they saw a name plate “Andi?! Is that your name?” Egon asked, Now looking at Y/n, who glanced back at him before shaking their head with a light laugh. “Oh no no, My name is Y/n, Andi is my boss, sorta” They explained, taking out alcohol wipes and some gauze.

“Oh, Well I’m Uh Egon, Egon Spengler” He said as he introduced himself, watching as Y/n nodded, before beginning to clean the wound. Egon didn’t take Y/n for much of a talker, but he was thankful for that teeny observation. Letting his eyes wonder, He noticed an open book on what looked to be about space, and some scattered notes on it.

“What are you studying?” He asked, now glancing up at Y/n, who sort of jumped out of their skin, pressing lightly onto the gash, causing him to wince slightly. “Sorry so sorry!” They exclaimed moving their hand away quickly. “No no, you’re alright don’t worry” He reassured, almost missing that gentle touch on his face quickly. “I’m sorry did you ask me something?” Y/n asked again, realizing they might have spaced out a bit.

“What are you studying?” Egon said, repeating the question, and Y/n looked back at the open book on their desk. “Oh uh, things about space, and why they happen?” They responded, sort of questioning themselves as they finished cleaning Egon’s face up. “Would you want to become an astrophysicist someday?” Egon asked after it was clear he could stand up once more, this time moving over to the open book, getting a closer look at the notes.

He took in Y/n’s handwriting, it wasn’t too neat, but it wasn’t unreadable. He was able to make out every word, and how they went into extreme detail about what was read and little additional things. Y/n couldn’t really do much but watch as Egon scanned over their notes and nodded along to what was written or described.

“I’m sorry, Egon? Was it? I don’t mean to interrupt or anything but I think, your friends may need a little more help?” Y/n interrupted, obviously unintentionally but they weren’t quite sure as the ruckus outside had gotten louder over the past few minutes. Egon quickly realized and apologized right before he made his way back out into the slightly messy library. Y/n could only watch for the remainder until they caught the ghost that was causing such a disturbance.

“Right so… how much, will it all be, for… everything?” Y/n asked once all four ghostbusters were piled up in the small office. Egon glanced at Peter, sort of telling him to give them a reasonable price. “Well, my good friend here, Egon, seems to have it for you, but should only be a measly 400 dollars? If that’s alright with you of course?” Peter asked, basically questioning himself. If anything they’d have money to split amongst themselves. Egon nodded and rested against one of the walls in the office, taking it in a bit more. “Wait, Spengs where were you through most of it?” Ray had asked as he turned over to Egon.

“Y/n here, was helping me. Sort of saved me back there from that thing.” He responded, pointing at his bandaged face before at the still smoking proton pack. Winston nodded, before becoming slightly sheepish to ask. “Y/n was it? Do you think you could bandage me up a bit as well?” He had asked before a two more small ‘me too’s’ were heard. Y/n could only nod, passing Egon the money and moving Winston to sit where Egon was sat before.

“Oh. Y/n, Thank you for saving me back there, I really really appreciate it” Egon added before Y/n could only smile in return, assuring him it was no problem. The other three guys on the other hand knew they had something to tease Egon about later.

Hi my loves, I honestly honestly had a bit of trouble with writing this, not the prompt or anything but with myself. I mentioned before I had fallen back into a bad habit and I barely was able to motivate myself recently. Though it’s over a month late (I apologize) It’s finally here!!!

And though I wasn’t sure what pronouns to use, or if anon was being gender specific or not, this is a GN!reader. I hope you all enjoyed, I hope to have made your day slightly better, but stay safe, I love you, have fun!!

Laters gators

[7vsjr]

can i request one with Andy Robertson please where he has a huge crush on one of the girls who works at the club (and she's crushing on him too) and eventually after loads of teasing from the lads, he plucks up the courage to ask her out? then it ends in smut? Thank you! x

(Ignore my other request I forgot to add in the smut bit)

OBBESSED

summary; andy is obbesed with you but doesnt have the courage to talk to you. but when trent approaches you and tells you about andy, everything changes.

content; SMUT, unprotected sex, slight teasing, kinda getting caught, shy andy😭

a/n; heyy make sure you request things!! love yall 💟‼️

every day for the past 2 months, andy visited you at the club you worked at. and yet 2 months and he still hadnt worked up the courage to ask for your name. “mate go talk to her” trent bumped his shoulder. he contemplated actually doing it or not.

“nah mate i cant” he say running his hand over his face. “oh my days” trent groaned and stood up. andy watched him walk over to you. trent pointed at andy and you smiled. you nodded and made your way over to him. “hi” you said at sat down in front of him.

andy gulped, fuck you looked so good. if he really wanted to, he wouldve ripped it off in front of everyone. “andy?” you asked him cutting him away from his thoughts. “oh uhm yeah” he stuttered. “your friend said you wanted to talk” andy mentally cursed at trent, “not really” lie. he knew he wanted to talk to you.

“oh. ok” you frowned softly and left. “mate what the fuck!” trent said. andy ignored him and went chasing after you. “wait!” he yelled after you. you turned around. “what” you said. “im sorry. i do wanna talk. ugh its just that-“ andy stopped talking. he replaced his words with his lips. he wrapped his hands around your waist. you wrapped yours around his neck. “shit! im so sorry” andy stuttered as he pulled away. “for what?” you smiled, your cheeks as pink as the pink roses on the table next to you.

andy was about to speak before you let out a soft giggle and walked away. he wanted to follow you, he really did but he couldnt. he was too shocked that you liked him. he figured you must’ve liked trent instead of him.

he saw you walk over to trent and gave him a note. trent looked at andy and smirked. “what?” andy said running over. “she gave you her address!” he smiled. holy shit, really?

“shit.. i gotta go” andy said and ran out the door. “oi wait!” trent yelled but andy already slammed the door shut. he got in his car and immediately drove to you.

when he got to your house, he pounded on the door. “hi-“ you said but got caught off when andy kissed you. it was a long and passionate kiss. when he pulled away he said, “hey” and smiled. you licked your lips and moved away from the door.

andy never looked at what you were wearing, which was practically nothing. just a bra and panties. “baby what are you wearing?” he asked you. “oh uhm im so sorry! you caught me at a bad time…” you mumbled. pretty soon andy caught on. “were you touching yourself?” he asked.

he figured you were as all the pillows on the couch were fixed in a specific position, and your legs and quite frankly whole body looked damp.

“maybe” you smiled. “let me help” andy said. and in almost seconds, he was on top of you on your bed. “are you gonna be good and take it?” he asked you as he slapped his dick on your pussy. you moaned and nodded. once andy started pushing into you, you found yourself biting your lips. “shit your so fucking tight” he moans at the feeling. you grabbed his body and held him for support.

once he was fully in, you begged him to move. he just smiled at you and slowly starting increasing his speed. “oh fuck!” you moaned but it almost came out as a scream when he hit a certain soft spot.

“baby i cant last with your beautiful noises” he groaned. “fuck andy im close” you moaned out and shut your eyes in pleasure. “not yet” was all he said. “please andy” you moaned as you begged him to let you cum. “patience. you’ve already cum once” andy said referring to you before he arrived. “wait until i fill you” he moaned out.

when andy came inside of you, you had never been so impatient for a head nod. but that head nod secured an okay to let go. and you did.

“shit” you panted. “fuck that was amazin” andy laughed slightly. “so..” you mumbled. “do you wanna go out to dinner?” he asked you. but he knew he was only hungry for one thing. you.

a/n; srry this took soo long nd its so bad😭