#SNEAKER BARBER

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End Game 8

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

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Maris Street. You rarely go that way. It’s near the core of the town, closer to the west end where green hedges and white picket fences cordon off the suburban elite from the commoners like you. It suits him, doesn’t it? You assume this is what he’s used to. 

The venom roils in your gut as you approach Oxford Drive. You stop before the sleek grey exterior. The black trims and large golden moniker in all caps add to the extravagant effect. Flowers boxes stand outside the windows that glow amber with rich ambience from within. The nicest place you ever went was the Korean Barbecue your dorm mate dragged you to; this is well beyond that. 

You take a breath and look down at yourself. You’re still wearing the black jeans and plain tee you sport for your job. Former job. Your beat-up sneakers perfectly match your thrifted aesthetic and the purse strap twisted around your hand and wrist frays as if to assure everyone that you don’t belong. 

You go to the front door and pull it open. You step inside to the low drone of stringy music and the subtle clink of glasses amid the low murmur of voices. You chew your lip as you approach the tall round desk where the hostess stands over the open reservation book, like some mystical keeper of scrolls. How very Skyrim of her. 

She gives you a look, one you expect. You sniff and cross your arms, the strap of your purse further straining your circulation. You exhale and peek over at the dining room. 

“Hi, I um...” your cheeks pinch as you find it difficult to speak. “I’m meeting someone.” 

“You are?" Her skepticism drips from her voice, “are you certain they’re... here?” 

“Yeah. I don’t know if he made a reservation or whatever. Obviously, I’m not a regular,” you snipe back. You’re too exasperated to hold back. You don’t need her judging you too. “Older, beard, uh, tall... Andy Barber. Is he in the book?” 

She flutters her pretty lashes and looks down. You watch her. She’s a few years older than you. Tall, balayaged hair, slender, perfectly bowed lips. What about her? Or someone like her? Why wouldn’t he want that instead? Why is he bothering you? 

“Barber,” she nods, “yes, he’s here.” 

She seems surprised by that. She steps out from behind the desk and tells you to follow. You obey. You have to. This is all just pulling teeth. He has you toothless already. 

You keep your head down as you trail behind her. You only look up as you sense a figure on the other side of her. Andy stands as you approach and you nearly choke. You want so bad to just turn around and run away. 

A line deepens in his forehead and disappears. He smiles as the hostess waves you forward. He comes around to pull out the other chair before you can. You retract your arm and barely withhold your frustration. Can’t he understand you want nothing from him? 

You sit stiff and fix your bag in your lap, slowly unwinding the strap from your wrist. The hostess promises a server will be with you soon and struts away. You stare at the table cloth and as Andy sits, darkening the edge of your vision, you turn to glare at the far wall. 

You feel even more demeaned sitting there in your jeans in tea among the crystal and tall-stemmed lilies. The tinkle of the soft woodwind music makes your head buzz yet the smell of the food teases your empty stomach. Your eyes drift to a group of older women, laughing over wine, a symbol of what you’ll never be. Happy. Free. 

“Thanks for meeting me. I guess you’ve never been here before,” Andy begins. 

You shake your head and flick your eyes to the ceiling. You grit down on his words. Why is he acting like this is normal? 

“Nice place, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” you snap and look at him directly, nearly growling in his face, “very nice. Upscale. Well above me.” 

You cross your arms and sit back, your purse strap still loosely clinging to your wrist. His chest rises and he exhales through his nose. He leans forward and his cheek ticks. 

“I brought you here for dinner, so we could talk, get to know each other--” 

“That’s not what I’m here for,” you insist, almost teary-eyed from your rage. You don’t like being angry. You’ve never been very good at and more times, you end up blubbering. “Kara, my friend--” 

He tilts his chin up and sets his gaze firmly on you, “we’ll get to that.” 

“No, now,” you hiss. 

He huffs through his nose. He looks around, silently chewing his agitation. He sits up and replaces that manufactured smile as a server approaches. 

“Good evening, can I get you started with drinks?” He asks, his dark shirt finely pressed and buttoned to the very top. 

“No thank--” you begin. 

“We’ll take a bottle of cabernet,” Andy interjects, “for the table. Oh, and could we get some fresh bread. This has been sitting out.” 

The server acquiesces and takes the basket as Andy hands over the wine menu. You barely keep from rolling your eyes. You’re not here to eat and drink and be merry. Kara is quite possibly behind bars. 

You glare at him and wait. The server leaves as you keep your arms folded, fingers clamped tightly. He looks at you as if there’s nothing wrong. As if this is all normal. 

“I want to know what’s going to happen to Kara. You said you can help--” 

“I can,” he says casually, “so let’s have a nice dinner and then I’ll do just that.” 

“But she’s--” 

“They’ll have her in holding, question her, then they’ll have to figure out charges, yada, yada,” he explains, “don’t worry, I’ll give them a call after, tell them my client is invoking her right to an attorney.” 

Your chest thumps and your ears ring. He’s so confident. He already knows you can’t say no. Not to him or this dinner. You have to sit there and celebrate his victory that came with your defeat. It’s not right. It’s... it’s... deranged. 

“Why?” You croak. 

“Why?” He shakes his head. 

“Why are you doing this? Why me? Why not someone... someone you can relate to? Someone your age?” 

“Why you? You’re perfect, sweetheart. Perfect for me,” he coos, “come on, we get along. We did. I know I messed things up but it can’t change that we had fun. We did, didn’t we?” 

You swallow and shrug. Those nights you stayed up and mined or raced or whatever, they were fun, they were nights you look forward to. But every single one was a lie. 

“Sure, but... what if I’d lied to you? What if I wasn’t me? What if I was some guy in a basement--” 

“You weren’t.” 

“But what if--” 

“I know you weren’t.” 

“How could you know--” 

“I just did. You’re so genuine, so... kind, that can’t be fake,” he insists. 

You sink down, slumping your shoulders, and look away. What can you do? You’re exactly where you never wanted to be. With less options. With none. 

“What do you want from me?” Your dry mouth crackles around your words. 

He’s quiet as the server returns. He sits back and you lift your chin as you watch the server uncork the bottle. He pours the wine and Andy asks for a few more minutes with the menu. Again, you have no appetite. 

When you’re alone again, Andy takes a breath and shifts in his chair. He brings his hands together, pinching his left ring finger as if he’s missing something. He quickly pulls his hands apart. 

“You. That’s all I want,” he breathes. 

You stare at him. You don’t understand. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to. If you keep denying it, it might not be the very idea that makes your skin crawl. 

He reaches for his glass of wine and holds it out. You stare at it, then look him in the face. You can’t wipe the horror from your face. 

“Cheers to us, sweetheart,” he says, “me and you.” 

You shake your head as he waits. Slowly you take the glass before you and raise it. He clinks the crystal between you. 

“It’s the first day of the rest of our lives,” he declares, “we can both build the home we always wanted. Together.” 

🎮

Andy pays the bill as you wallow in futility. This is it. Your life is over. All because of one mistake. All because you trusted the wrong person. 

He stands first and you follow. He grabs the to-go box of the food you barely touched. You’re in such a fog, you can barely think. He gestures you towards the door as he nudges you with the box. You hug your purse to your stomach and walk between the tables. 

The cool night air wakes you up. As you come to the sidewalk, you stop. You turn back to him and wet your mouth, a hint of wine on your tongue. 

“Call. Right now,” your voice shakes. 

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He inclines his head as if he doesn’t understand. 

“The police. Call. You said you would help Kara,” you insist. 

His brow arches and he nods. He holds out the container and you take it stiffly, letting your purse dangle from your shoulder. He pulls out his phone as he stares at you. Finally, he looks down and scrolls. He clears his throat before he puts it to his ear. 

“Hi, yes, this is Andy Barber, I’m an attorney for a woman in your custody. Yes, I do.” You listen to the piecemeal conversation, “name is Kara Orascio. Yes, she won’t be talking to the police any longer. That’s correct.” He pauses and listens intently, “I’m out of town but I can be there tomorrow. Sure.” 

He hangs up as his eyes cling to you still.  

“So, looks like we need to pack,” he says. 

“What?” You utter. 

“Don’t you want to see your friend?” He challenges. 

“Well, yes, but I thought you--” 

“I’m not coming back here again. So, you’re coming. We’ll deal with your friend’s charges then we’ll go home.” 

You blink, “home?” 

“Sure, sweetheart, I got it all ready for you,” he turns down the sidewalk and takes your hand. 

You have the urge to rip your hand out of his. You want to tell him not to touch you. You want to scream and run away. You don’t because you want to save Kara more. 

“I meant what I said before. I can get you into school down there,” he guides you along, “you’ll like it. It's close to Boston. Place called Nelson. You ever been to Massachusetts?” 

“Hm, no, didn’t travel much.” 

“That’s okay. We can do some of that too. Still got lots of summer left. We could go somewhere sunny,” he drawls, “you know, it gets gloomy in the fall so we may as well enjoy it while we can.” 

“Sure,” you murmur. 

Your feet are heavy, your head too, every part of you just wants to give up. Haven’t you? Isn’t that what this is? You surrender.  

“You okay, sweetheart?” He stops and lets go of you, fishing around in his pocket. 

“I’m...” your vision narrows in; just like the moment you first met him. As Andy. As the real him. As the twisted man you just sold your soul to. “...tired.” 

“Aw, yeah, well, it’s been a long few days. For both of us. You wanna come back to my hotel. The bed’s really cozy and the tub is deep. You could relax for the night before we gotta get on the road,” he offers. 

You shake your head, “n-no,” you stutter. The last thing you want to do is be alone behind closed doors with him. “You said... pack. I should... do that.” 

“Ah, I did. Alright, I’ll take you to your grandma’s. I’ll have to come early so we can get to your friend.” 

“Right,” you agree coarsely. 

“Trust me. I know how to handle cops,” he chuckles and pulls out his keys, unlocking the car right beside you. He opens the door and steps back, “I’ll call ahead. Get us a room as there too. I guess you’re going to want to catch up with your friend while we’re there. Might be a while before you see her again.” 

You wince and look at him. A while. You look around at the street lights. You’re not unhappy. Leaving this place doesn’t matter to you but leaving Kara, possibly forever, that’s a knife in the chest. But forever is easier if you know she’s okay. If you know she doesn’t pay for your stupidity. 

You nod and get in the car. You can’t speak. If you even try, you’ll bawl. The end is there, you feel it closing you in with the car door. 

[octuscle]

thank you my friend for showing me all the things I can be. But one transformation just felt more right than the others. Please can you turn me back to a British chav working in ChavTF. This time I want it to be permanent and I want to become as chavy as possible. Just a dumb horny chav, who loves trainers, tracksuits, smoking, drinking and blowjobs

Alcohol gives you really stupid ideas, doesn't it? Even if the alcohol is an expensive 2020 Silvaner from a great vineyard on the Main in Franconia… Dude, you're a masterpiece! And you want to change that?

You're playing with your cell phone… There's the ChavTF online store. Hot tracksuit on special offer. The devil knows when you'd put it on… But you order it. They recommend a pair of socks, a pair of sneakers, a bracelet and a necklace. You think the necklace is stupid… But the rest looks cool. Everything goes into the shopping cart. Pay. And order. Everything should be here the day after tomorrow.

When you get home on Friday evening, the parcel is on your doorstep. Some friendly neighbor has accepted the package. The box has been used before. A bong was obviously packed in it before. It also smells like weed, but also like the plastic of cheap synthetic fibers. The tracksuit is no longer in its original packaging. It also smells a bit like sweat. And it looks like there are dried precum stains in the pants. You get a boner. And your precum forms another stain in your pants. The socks and sneakers look great with the tracksuit.

There are lots of notes in the box next to the bill. A voucher for a hairdresser. And a flyer looking for new employees for the online shop. Hehehe, the job certainly wouldn't make enough money for your Mayfair apartment. But somehow you feel like redeeming the voucher for the hairdresser. Shorter hair goes better with the tracksuit. Okay, the cab ride to the Eastend is probably almost as expensive as if you'd gone to your hairdresser. But that doesn't matter to you now.

You fit into the hairdressing salon about as well as the king fits into the subway. None of the customers are over 25 years old. No one feels as muscular in their tracksuit as you do. And everyone is either smoking a cigarette or a joint. And most of them have a can of beer. The hairdresser sees you and shouts "You're next. Would you like uh beer, mate?" You just say yes. And then the barber runs the long hair clippers through your hair. "Mate, should I shave off da beard? it makes you look like an old main?" You actually feel much younger. The beer is why and tastes like piss. But it feels good. Your forehead is wrinkle-free and smooth again. You look more like a young bouncer than an investment banker. "Nah, mate, da beard stays on. But do you have uh fag for me?" Damn, what's happened to your language.

You tip the barber a pound. You can hardly get enough of your reflection in the mirror. You need sex now. Quickly. It's still light and the cruising area in Victoria Park isn't far away. You don't have to stand by the tree for long before you disappear into the bushes with an old geezer. Phew, not really your level. But it feels right to get down on your knees and suck the unshaven, cheesy cock of this unkempt guy. And it also feels right when you pocket the ten pound note after the blowjob.

You take the subway home. Fuck, you're so horny, you could get fucked by every other guy here. But you need a pint of beer at least as badly. And it's not unlikely that you'll find something to fuck in the pub.

Fuck, you could clean up your mess and air it out. And you don't have anything clean to wear either. Shit, you had something planned for today… While you're pissing and smoking in your dirty little bathroom, you remember. You wanted to apply for the job. Warehouse worker at that cool clothes store in the East End. You spray some Axe under your armpits, put on your new tracksuit and take the bus to the East End.

You're already a little excited. After all, it's the first job you've done since you dropped out of your plumbing apprenticeship. And it's eight pounds an hour. A hell of a lot of money. But the guy in the store is cool. He thinks that all you need to be able to do for the job is organize weed for the other employees, give him the occasional blow job and tape up packages. Hehehe, hopefully you'll learn how to do the parcels, the rest you'll manage. And you can prove it right away. Starting with a blowjob.

Best job ever. In fact, you're more of a warehouse hustler than a warehouse worker. But there are good tips. And the dope you got is damn good. And hopefully no one will notice that you took the necklace with you. Your mother yells for you to come into the house, dinner is ready. You shout back that you only have a few more things to do. Hehehe, you can't stand dinner with your mother and her new stud without being stoned.

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[ryttu3k-sims]

Meet Nox Barber (he/they), part time guitarist and full-time glitterbitch, for @gloomiegalaxie's Femboy Friday, bald theme! (Do they still count if they're genderfluid and only sometimes a femboy?)

He's well aware of the irony of having the surname 'Barber' and being bald, yes :D (They have early alopecia and decided to just shave it off.)

CC beneath the cut!

cc creators:

@azeternasims (wristband, sneakers) | @crazy-lazy-elder-sims (tights) | @disorganaized (lipstick) | Iam4ever (tattoos, MTS link) | @imadako (skin redness) | @isaiahillustrates (black fingers)

moonchi (blush) | @pralinesims (eyeliner, eyeshadow, eyelashes, ear piercings) | @rottenmothboy (eyes) | @saruin (skin, nails) | @strangestorytellersims (shirt (mesh by @studio-k-creation ), goggles)

@trillyke (leg band, legwarmers) | @wistfulpoltergeist (shorts)

[irl-miko-kubota]

miko + five headcanons pt.1

miko

- she started dying her hair in her bathroom when she was really young, but because she has the classic dark/silky eastasian hair the colour barely showed up. it wasn’t until she moved to bailley that she finally convinced her mum to take her to a salon to bleach and dye her hair

- thinks vanilla ice cream is boring

- has a personal vendetta against wasabi

- she makes star-laces on all her shoes

- dyslexic (which is why she hates paper user manuals, at least on video games she can change the fonts)

- very enthusiastically responds with “SHE SLASH HER!!!” when asked about her pronouns

- changed her username seven times before settling on me_k.o

- cuts her own hair (it’s uneven on purpose to “give her personality”)

five

- sometimes stays awake at night thinking about what other things hinobi could’ve wiped from his brain

- his favourite sweet food is jam-filled doughnuts

- he thinks in spanish when he’s alone but in english when he’s with miko

- loves kimchi

- loves almost all spicy foods, actually

- wants to use he/they pronouns, hasn’t been asked about his pronouns enough to tell people

- used to collect sneakers, stopped when he ran out of closet space

- has a little chip on his front left tooth from when he fell off the fire escape and onto the food truck because he was playing with his vr

- will never let miko cut his hair. the last time someone that wasn’t a barber cut his hair, he ended up with a bowl cut

[adz]

Property Brothers

The first Property Brother is born and it’s like a light appearing during the long night of an earth without Property Brothers. His name is Abraham, and from the moment of his birth there are murmurs about who he will partner with, which properties he will purchase and the renovations he will spearhead, and the media appearances that will follow.

Colin is born a year later, and it’s not apparent he even is a Property Brother until his second year of elementary school when he brings the deed to his parents’ home into show-and-tell and flips it for nearly three times the amount they’d paid a decade earlier. Abraham is the one who takes the ball and runs with it, securing new land on which to build a new home. The mother and father are pretty much just along for the ride.

With their fledgling businesses geographically overlapping so severely one might think the two boys would be at odds, but nothing could be further from the truth. Abraham and Colin are thick as thieves and do everything together, feeding and bathing one another and talking in hushed tones long into the night. They apply to business school when Colin is 11 and Abraham is 12, and they both get in, and they do each others' homework, quickly moving up through the ranks until they are teaching the classes while their professors watch in awed silence. When they graduate at the top of their class, perfectly tied with the highest grades ever recorded, they sell the school building and use the money to start their own business.

There was another brother born too, Gus, and he will become relevant later.

The Property Brothers are in their element. Here's how they do things. First, they purchase a property. Then, they visit the property and loudly remark on its positive and negative qualities. A process follows where the positive qualities are enhanced and the negative qualities utterly erased - this part is difficult to understand and not worth describing in detail. Finally, the brothers sell the property and make a hell of a lot of dough. They could use this dough for anything, but they always use it to buy more property. To do otherwise would be contrary to their nature.

Neither Abraham nor Colin has ever gone to a barber, but their identical black hairstyles are an inch and a half long and neatly slicked down. One of them wears a denim shirt and the other wears selvedge denim jeans. At all times, the one wearing the denim shirt wears dark pants, and the one wearing denim jeans wears a light patterned button-down shirt. It is impossible to say which brother is which. They orbit one another like sister stars with identical masses. They still live in their parents' home and sleep together in their childhood bedroom. At one point, they are seen dating beautiful women with white sweaters, and they marry, but soon their wives recede into the background radiation, and it's unclear if they were ever discrete objects to begin with.

Someone offers the Property Brothers a reality show on television, but they turn it down. They have everything they could possibly need. They have never flown on a plane; they drive black Ford Mustangs. They eat oatmeal for breakfast and steak for dinner. They have never gone to a library or movie theater, never been to a funeral or wedding (not even their own), never held a baby, never listened to music. The properties they own accumulate value at an impossible rate, baffling economists. The Property Brothers are ironclad. The gentle, masculine, beatific front they present is not actually a front but completely real and true. They have not said anything demeaning or rude about a person in their entire lives.

On the fifteenth anniversary of the founding of Abraham and Colin's business, Gus comes to visit. He has graduated from college with a degree in sociology. You can tell him apart by his hair, which is slightly curly, and his sneakers, which neither Abraham nor Colin would be caught dead in. Otherwise he is identical and somehow simultaneously the exact same age as the other two.

When Abraham opens the door to their parents' house and sees Gus, he smiles and says "It's great to see you! Let me get my brother." He closes and locks the door and goes into the garage. Colin is in his bedroom on the second story looking down out of the window at Gus.

For the next three years, the brothers have to use the Internet to buy and sell property. They work on their laptops at the living room table while their parents move to and fro. Colin contracts a scout to observe properties and report back to the brothers, and Abraham chooses to buy or sell based on the scout's info. The scout misses important details: the Property Brothers would never buy an ochre house, but they are told it's vermilion. For the first time in their lives, they begin to lose money. Meanwhile, Gus has died of exposure.

During the time the Property Brothers spend indoors, their business goes bankrupt and their names are dragged through the dirt. "Abraham" is known to buy houses with flooded basements, and the name "Colin" becomes synonymous with "house that has a gas leak." Everyone has forgotten that they ever had wives; no one would marry them now. The brothers are ruined.

However, something is about to happen that nobody would expect. It happens on a Sunday morning while their parents are at church. Colin is in the garage cleaning his Mustang with special soap, and Abraham is looking at paintings in the hallway. Suddenly, both brothers smell the familiar scent of their house burning. They run into the living room and see that their laptops have simultaneously ignited and that the blaze has consumed the table, the chairs, the carpet, the wainscoting, the cornices, the pilasters. Abraham and Colin embrace and the house collapses around them, kicking up a large cloud of ash. 

When the dust settles the brothers straighten up, blinking, and walk through the wreckage of the destroyed house, past what used to be the front door and a loose pile of deteriorating human bones. They stand at the end of the driveway and look back at what used to be their refuge and their prison.

A limousine pulls up next to the brothers, and a man wearing a black suit gets out. "What happened here?" he asks.

"Recent renovations to this property have opened up basically infinite opportunities for land utilization," says Colin.

"The area is zoned for residential and you can pick up this lot for a song," says Abraham.

"This is a wonderful neighborhood with lots of walking trails and natural features," says Colin.

When the Property Brothers' parents return home, they see that their home is gone and another home is being built in its place by a new owner. They see that their sons have freed themselves from the pain of knowing themselves, from knowing not-themselves. They hold one another and weep with joy. Residents come out of the neighboring homes with folding tables, grills, and champagne. Everyone here deserves to be here. Everything is arranged in a way that makes sense visually. Jewel and earth tones. Granite and marble. The fingerprints of God lie across everything. These homes are also properties. These people are also brothers.

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

LATE NIGHT CRAVINGS

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

LATE NIGHT CRAVINGS

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie and her baby are very hungry.

Warnings: Language.

A/N: none.

Word count: 1728

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Right after the first horrible trimester, where Annie couldn’t hold anything in her stomach. She was now pretty much eating properly. That was until the cravings began. Andy had found her eating the weirdest combinations, pepperoni pizza with Nutella spread on top of it, fried chicken with strawberry jam, Doritos with nacho cheese and jalapeños, this one wasn’t gross, Andy tried it and actually liked it.

Until one day Andy saw her opening a jar of pickles. Her wife was sitting in one of the stools by the counter, taking a very juicy pickle out of the jar.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating, duh!”

“You hate pickles, you say they’re gross.”

“Shhh, your baby wants pickles!” She took a bite and moaned, “Why is this good?”

“They’ve always been good.”

“No, they haven’t.” She bit it again, “Something is missing.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know what, but something is missing.”

One day after work Andy found her making a sandwich. And it was by far the worst combination she had come up with. The sandwich had ham, mayo, peanut butter and pickles, and soon that sandwich was made by Annie at least once a week, and she enjoyed it every time.

It was another Wednesday at the Barber’s household, everything was silent. Andy snores filled the room and Annie was very much awake, her tummy grumbling as minutes passed.

She stood up slowly making sure Andy didn’t woke up and made her way downstairs. She opened the fridge and then the pantry to find nothing appealing for her hunger. She was thinking what she could make when the image of a fresh batch of hot steamy Mcnuggets came to her mind. Her mouth watered when she thought about the flavor of them covered in barbecue sauce. But how could she go to McDonalds without Andy noticing? She knew that if she took the car, the sound of the engine going will wake him up. She shrugged, put on her sneakers by the door, grabbed her keys and made her way to McDonalds by walking.

The streets were empty, the fresh air of the night was hitting her face, and she kept walking until she saw the yellow and red sign. She walked to the door only to find it closed, but she could see people inside, so she knocked on the window and waited for a tall curly blond haired teenager opened the door.

“How can I help you?”

“I was hoping I could get food.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, we only serve food on the drive tru at this hour.”

“Oh! Didn’t know that.”

“No problem, have good night.” And then he closed the door.

Annie stood there for a minute until she walked over the drive tru walking happily.

“Hello?” Annie said through the speaker.

“Good evening, how can we help you?”

“Hi! Yes, I want some nuggets and fries.”

“Ma’am, are you the lady who was at the front door?”

“Nop.”

“I’m seeing you through the camera.”

“Then why you ask?”

“Ma’am you don’t have a car, I told you we only…”

“Serve at the drive tru, I am at the drive tru! Listen, I’m pregnant and I have cravings for nuggets and fries, can you please, pleeeeease just give me my order. I have money, I will pay you. Just…”

“Ma’am!” A female voice talked behind her.

“Fuck!” Annie jumped, “Sorry! You scared me.”

“I’m sorry I scared you. Come with me.”

Annie walked behind her and to the front door.

“Come on in.”

“I thought I couldn’t get in.”

“Well, technically, you can’t. But I can’t leave a pregnant woman outside waiting for food, now can I?”

Annie walked in and sat at one of the tables.

“I’ll bring you your order in a moment.”

Annie waited patiently and a couples of minutes later the girl came back with a tray and her food in it.

“Here you have, 20 nuggets, large fries and a coke.”

“How did you know I wanted 20 nuggets?”

“When my mom was pregnant with my sister, she got this every now and then.”

“Smart woman! What’s your name?” Annie took one of the nuggets and dip in the sauce.

“Eva.” Annie moaned when she bit her nugget, “The other guy is Malcolm. Sorry about him by the way, he is kind of new.”

“Will you get into trouble for letting me in?”

“I hope not, you are just hungry and don’t seem dangerous.”

Andy turned on the bed to find Annie’s spot empty, he thought maybe she was in the bathroom but the light was off.

“Honey?” no response.

He got up and walked downstairs to see if she was in the kitchen, after all it wouldn’t be the first time he had found her eating at this hour. But again, she wasn’t there. Not in the living room nor the office. He took his phone and dial her number, the phone began to ring upstairs.

“Fuck, Annie!”

He then dial Anthony’s number, he knew Anthony had the night shift on this day, who rapidly answer the call.

“Hey, man! What are you calling me at this hour?”

“Annie is not in the house, are you busy?”

“Not really. Slow night, thankfully.”

“Perfect, you try to find her.”

“Andy I’m sure she is not missing. Did you really check the whole house?”

“No”

“Ok, do that and then you call me, ok?” And then he hang off the phone.

A young guy came into Anthony’s office.

“Hey we had a call from a guy at the McDonalds on Main Street, apparently a pregnant homeless woman is in there eating, think you can get a look?”

“Of course!” He was just leaving the station when Andy called him again.

“She is not in the house! Now, can you help me or not?!” Andy’s voice was loud and angry.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her.” And again he ended the call.

Annie was half way through her nuggets when a knock on the glass door made Annie and Eva turned around.

Eva walked to the door and then Annie saw Anthony walked through the door.

“Annie?”

“Hi!” Annie waved, “Did you come for food too?”

“No, I came because a guy call to say there was a pregnant homeless woman in here.”

The three of them turned to see Malcolm behind the counter.

“What the fuck! Malcolm!” Eva said.

“You let her in and you don’t even know her!”

“She was hungry!”

“Alright! Stop, both of you! Annie, what are you doing here?”

“I was hungry.” She lifted a fry and then put it in her mouth.

“Did you tell Andy you were coming here?” Annie shook her head, “Of course not. Ok, grab your food and I’ll take you home.”

“Can I have a cone before we leave?”

“You,” Anthony pointed to the guy, “give her an ice cream.”

The two of them left the place, not without Annie thanking Eva for letting her get into the place and have her food.

Annie was licking at her ice cream, the rest of the nuggets and fries in a bag, when Anthony spoke.

“Your husband called me twice to tell me you were missing.”

“Ammm, Can I go to your place?”

“Oh no! You get yourself in this mess, he was pretty worried when he called. So you better be prepare.”

When they arrived, they both got out of the car and Anthony rang the bell, a couple of minutes passed before Andy opened the door with a worried/angry look and his hair all over the place.

 “I brought something that belongs to you.” Annie step aside and smiled to Andy.

“Get in, now.” He said through gritted teeth.

Annie walked passed Anthony, “Thank you for the raid.”

“No problem, next time just use an app to buy food this late, ok?”

“God, the app!” Annie said knowing that could’ve been a better option than walked all the way to the place.

“Have a good night.”

“Thanks for bringing her.” He shook Anthony’s hand and closed the door.

Annie walked to the kitchen and sat in one of the stools to enjoy the rest of her meal.

“I really can’t believe you! You went out to have McDonalds on your own!”

“I’m a grown woman I can buy my own food.” She bit the nugget in her hand.

“It’s fucking almost 1! You are pregnant! And I was worried!!!”

“Stop yelling, you’re going to wake Jake up.” She had a sip of her drink, “I was hungry, nothing bad happened, relax.”

“And what if it did? God! Annie you can’t be walking around in the middle of the night just because you are hungry…”

Andy kept rambling as she ate, she knew he was angry the moment he called her by her name and not honey or baby. Andy was passing in front of her still talking about how dangerous and irresponsible it was for her to be out at this hour. Annie sighed and lifted her shirt up showing her very rounded and fuller boobs to Andy, who just stop his ranting.

“That’s not fair!”

“Why not?”

“We can be having an argument and then flash me, is not fair game and you know it!”

“You were having an argument, I was eating peacefully.”

“How did they get prettier?” Andy asked curiously as Annie just shrugged.

“Are you still mad?”

“YES!” Annie jiggled her boobs, “NO! ...YES! ...fuck! you are not playing fair!”

“I’m not playing at all.”

They stayed in silence. Andy’s hands on his narrow hips as Annie took the last bite of her nuggets.

“Are you done?” Annie nodded “Good! Now go to bed and when I get there I want you naked.”

“Thought you were angry.” Annie lifted an eyebrow.

“I am angry! And I’m going to give you a lesson!”

“No, you won’t.” Annie jumped off the stool and yawned.  

“What?”

“I’m tired, I walked all the way to McDonalds. My feet hurt, and I’m sleepy… we are sleepy.” She said rubbing her bump. “So, I’m going to bed, can you throw all that,” She pointed to her trash, “for me?” Andy just stared at her. “Thanks, you are the best.”

Annie walked out of the kitchen and to the stairs.

“God, please just gimme patience.” Andy said looking up. “And you better calm down.” He said now looking down at his pants, “Cuz we both now we are not getting any tonight.”

[rapunzelforlorn]

I made my friend watch heartstopper and I got his reactions for you to all enjoy

Ep 1

Fuck Ben!

Elle actually trans?

FUCK BEN!!

Rugby bros nice & accepting

Charlie is him

FUUUUUUUCKK BEN!!!!

Is ig the main communication method?

Does "x" mean more than kisses?

Ep 2

Charlie is just so supportive

Ben gives the ick

Let people have crushes

Why do school dynamics in shows never feel like they do in real life?

Tori's an odd one

Upset we got robbed Charlie getting his haircut and stressing too the barber

Nellie's barks fake??

What friends play in the snow like this?

Nick's mom read him like a book

Rocketman can't play drums lol

WHY'S THE TENSION SO GOOD 😫

Loving the comic effects

Tori is SO weird

Floor person confirmed bi

Ep 3

Nick going through the queer rabbit hole, fuck that's depressing 😔

Do we like Imogen?

Feel bad for Tao 😔

What's with the sequined clothes?

Tao's a bit dramatic

Fuck Harry

Fuck Ben again!!

Good on Charlie standing up to him

Tao IS dramatic

Imogen is a bit much but not bad?

Who throws parties like this??

Is this a hotel?

The sneaker squeak breaking the silence

God I miss this nervous tension

Nick absolute Golden retriever

Ep4

A boy, talking about his feelings?!?!

Nick never got that jumper

Imogen is too much lol still not sure if we like her

Tao & Elle?

Does this art teacher have a name??

Mr. Arjiya?

Gay people sport

I really want one of these rugby boys to step and be supportive of Charlie being on this team

Imogen...kinda annoying

ANNOYING

Ally 🤣

Tao🤜vs🤛Nick 🙈

Harry's a twat

Nick looking genuinely upset about being "friends"

There's nothing wrong with worrying about your teammate¡!!!!

Nick being ambushed, not cool

Not sure Imogen is bad, annoying yes, but doesn't know better

Ep5

Fuck monopoly

Not Imogen's dog 😭😭😭

Nick's so conflicted and it hurts

Saturday came so fast??

Tao's hair flaps gets me everytime

Wait...what about imogen???

Tao's overprotective, heart in the right place

Not the strongly worded DM 😭

Tao quick to judge

Smooching!!!

Tao & Elle 😏

Imogen, good friend?

Ep6

Nick has good taste in pirate movies

PotC confirmed Bi movie

Bi panic

Friends to lovers pipeline

Why does it always happen in band rooms?

Girl, with very queer haircut - "never would've guessed you were gay"

The ice cream truck song?

Anti-homiphobia cheese

Picnic bants

Shout out to this vlogger

Tara is SUCH a good friend

Such a supportive group

Charlie's excitement for the official date!!

What is this magical milkshake shop???

Where do they get date money?

Tao being oblivious 😐

A concert after all that dairy?!?!

Nick saying he might be bisexual and then saying I'm not sure feels very bixeual

Poor Tara

Tao having the longest legs and being the slowest runner

The subtle carhart on Nick's coat 😂

Ep7

Why is Tori so weird??

Charlie needs to work on standing up for himself

Rugby lad 😂

Sweet popcorn 🤢

Char?

Harry needs to piss off

Ben's a fucking creep AND a pos

Nick standing up to Harry, mint

Nick's mom know? Motherly intuition?

I really need Charlie to stand up for himself, love that he has people in his corner but I need him to step up

The "s" word

Art teacher complaining about crumbs like the counters & cabinets aren't stained with paint

Tao 😔

Elle's fits tho

Tao holding his own against Harry 👀

Tao & Charlie 😭😭

Ep 8

Harry's a twat, Tori confirmed

Tori still weird but good sister

Issac has been unbothered and in his lane all season, we stan

Don't you have to fill out papers to quit a team?

Nick & Tao bonding

Tao is good friend

Seeing the "typing..." appear & disappear is such a relatable agony

Elle is her

Why don't we have a sports day?

What's the point of all girls/boys school if they're seemingly right next to each other and constantly intermingling

FUCK OFF BEN

Charlie...STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF?? 👏👏

Charlie & Tao hugging it out 🥺

Kinda want more Issac

Tao & Elle 👀👀👀👀

Kith? No kith 😖

The principle over the intercom 🤣

Nick & Charlie locking eyes in the rugby match

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

The walk off!!!!!

Issac still unbothered and in his book lmao

"I believe you" 😭💜😭💜

Seagulls do not mean beach but okay

Proper date antics 💜💜

The beach is all rocks?

"In a romantic way, not just a friend way" 🤣

And they were boyfriends

We love a supportive mum

Ending with a montage, love to see it

All in all I think he formed the correct opinions but don't worry I WILL be educating him about baby angel Tori and solitare.

[sedehaven]

Stoic

pulling shards of glass out of his thin, pale arm, bleeding like a barber's pole, sweat glistening

on his naked shoulders, silent, teasing another piece from beneath his skin, face still as deep

water, so mother would not hear, i stared at him, dripping blood on his jeans, his sneakers, no

sound but the dripping, mom still unaware, and i said, "okay, but how are you gonna hide

that busted window?"

[ares857]

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[eva-knits12]

Grilling with Ransom Drysdale

Trigger warning: Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, mentions of a chronic illness-multiple sclerosis. fluff

Summary: Ransom Drysdale makes dinner on the grill.

The chicken is thawed and ready to be grilled. Ransom made a potato salad, he has corn on the cob ready to be grilled, and there's corn niblets for Harlan and Katherine. Harlan is coming over with Marta. Harlan's and Katherine's high chairs are set up on the deck. You're having a good day, and you've been able to walk without the help of your cane or walker today. Plus, you and Ransom have been playing with Harlan and Katherine for a good chunk of the day. Your cousin Joelle, and her husband, Andy Barber will also be coming over with Joy, who's 15 months old.

Harlan is wearing a cute little white polo shirt, and cute khaki shorts, with cute sneakers, Ransom is wearing a similar outfit, but is wearing expensive sneakers. Katherine is wearing a cute, white polo shirt with a cute khaki skirt, and cute, red sneakers. Both of the twins are wearing a cute, white bucket hat, that was crocheted for them by you.

Right now, Harlan and Katherine are taking their afternoon nap in their nursery. A playpen and some toys are set up outside so the twins and Joy can play before dinner. A small sandbox is also set up so the twins and Joy can play in the sand after dinner.

Harlan and Katherine are 16 months old, and they are already walking steadily. It seems that you and Ransom can't keep track of them at times, since they go pretty much everywhere! Once they discovered that they could walk, they haven't stopped. They manage to go until they wear themselves out, and then it's naptime.

Your cousin Joelle arrives with Andy. Joelle brought her famous Jello pie, which is a favorite with Ransom and Andy. It's also a favorite with family. Andy is carrying Joy, and has the diaper bag over his shoulder. Joelle, is looking at Andy with a combination of love and lust, because Andy has never looked sexier with a diaper bag on his shoulder and a toddler in his arms. They are already out of the Audi, and are walking their way up to the front door. Joy is a little cranky from being woken up from her car nap.

Joy is wearing a cute denim sundress with cute, white sandals. Joy also has on a similar bucket hat, but hers is in pink, that was crocheted by Joelle.

You're knitting in the living room when you hear the doorbell ring. You put down your knitting and get up and answer the door. Ransom is busy gathering everything he needs for the grill.

You and Ransom answer the door, and Ransom and you greet Andy and Joelle.

"Is that Joy? She's getting so big!" says Ransom.

"Hi, Louise. Are you sure your feeling up to this?" asks Joelle.

"Joelle, just because Louise has MS, doesn't make her an invalid," says Andy.

"Who says Louise is an invalid?" says Ransom.

"I'll get the twins," you say, when you hear the twins cry.

You and Ransom go get the twins, and bring them down. Joelle has put her famous Jello pie in the fridge.

"Is that Harlan and Katherine? They're getting so big!" says Joelle.

"Oh, they walk everywhere. Once they discovered that they could walk, we can hardly keep track of them. It was the same when they were crawling," says Ransom.

"Joy's the same way. We can't keep track of her once she starts walking," says Andy. Joy, Harlan and Katherine are all playing together. It's more like chasing each other right now. But, they manage to slow down long enough so that Ransom can read to them. Ransom reads the twins and Joy Go Dog Go. After, Harlan, Katherine and Joy are playing in the play kitchen.

After a while, Harlan and Marta arrive. Marta has brought her famous baked beans, and Harlan has brought a bottle of wine.

Harlan gives you the wine, Andy puts the beer he brought in the fridge. Marta is amazed at how big the twins are getting. Joelle introduces Joy and herself to Marta.

"Wait, Joelle is Louise's cousin?" says Marta.

"Yep, we were born in the same month," says Louise.

"My dad is one of seven kids," says Joelle.

"My dad and her dad are twins," says Joelle.

"Oh, so it would make sense that you two were born in the same month in the same year," says Marta.

"It just worked out that way," says Louise.

"Everyone thought we were twins, but we had to always explain that we're cousins," says Joelle.

Ransom and Andy are busy out on the deck, talking. They are also drinking their beer, while Ransom is at the grill, keeping a close eye on the chicken.

Harlan, Katherine, and Joy are all playing in the playpen. Harlan is busy fussing over his grandchildren, and Marta is helping Joelle with laying out things for the cookout.

Harlan is sipping on his wine, while Marta is busy trying to lay things out just so. Marta helps you get outside, and places your cane near the door in case you need it.

"Marta, stop fussing over Louise. If she can walk today, she can walk today," says Joelle.

You never would have run into your cousin years ago. She was working for your doctor at the time. You felt it best not to get too much into it at the time. You knew the reason why Joelle had moved here, and you didn't want to give her abusive ex the satisfaction of finding her. You knew it was your Nana that blabbed, and to say you were pissed off about it was a massive understatement!

Harlan was the best. He made sure that Joelle was safe. You and Ransom offered to have Joelle stay with Harlan, but Joelle didn't want that. You weren't going to force it, either.

The twins are taken out of their playpen and Joelle takes out Joy. Andy takes Joy, and places her in his lap. Joelle cuts up Joy's portion into bite size pieces. Joelle pulls out a sippy cup that has some water in it.

You and Ransom put Harlan and Katherine in their high chairs. Marta and Ransom cuts up Harlan's and Katherine's portion into bite size pieces, and they eat their chicken and corn niblets. Joy eats her corn niblets and her chicken, and even munches on some apple sliced that you also cut up for her. You also gave some apple slices to Harlan and Katherine.

"Oh, you two are so cute!" says Joelle.

"You know, Joelle, Ransom has never looked sexier than being at a grill," you say.

"I feel the same way when Andy is in his sweats," says Joelle.

Joelle is right, Andy never looks sexier than when he's in his sweats. You've seen Joelle look at Andy when he's in them. You and Ransom went over and spent a few weeks with Andy when you were hospitalized for sepsis after Joelle had a miscarriage and an infection. Andy did look damn sexy in sweats. Ransom wears lounge pants and a sweater. Ransom refuses to wear sweat pants. He would wear a white T-shirt with a grey cardigan. Andy worked while you and Ransom helped clean the house and cooked for Andy.

"Joelle, we never thought you were going to make it," says Harlan.

"You are so strong. You've been through a lot, and survived," says Marta.

"No, Louise is the strong one. She always has to face the unknown, and she does it with a smile on her face," says Ransom, who has picked you up bridal style, and carries you to the bathroom. You have to pee, and your bladder isn't exactly weak, it's failing because of MS. When you went back on the medications, you started to feel better, but you still experience bladder control issues at times. This was one of those times.

Marta helps you with the bathroom, and waits outside so that you can pee, and wash your hands. Marta has the cane, but Ransom picks you up, and carries you back outside.

Harlan is eating and talking with the kids. Joy is trying to feed Harlan her corn, and Harlan is taking every bite. Joy is laughing, and Harlan and Katherine are feeding each other their corn niblets, then they start to feed Harlan.

"You guys make good corn," says Harlan.

Harlan reads Harlan, Katherine, and Joy The Cat in the Hat, and Joy is taking in and hanging on to every word. The twins and Joy are in Harlan's lap, and they are all enjoying this. Joy falls asleep, and so do the twins.

Everyone has dessert, and Harlan just loves Joelle's jello pie. He has requested that it be made at the next small Thrombey event. Harlan invited Andy and Joelle to dinner this month. You think that's great, because Harlan won't have the rest of the Thrombey-Drysdales over after the stunt they pulled four years ago.

Marta checks on Harlan, and they decide that it's time to go. Andy and Joelle also decide that it's time to go.

"Joelle, I just loved meeting your daughter Joy. She's such a delightful girl," says Harlan.

"Thanks, Harlan. For everything. I think Joy loved hanging out with her cousins," says Joelle.

"Yeah. Joy loved meeting her cousins," you say.

Harlan and Katherine each hug Joy, since Joy was a hit with everyone. Marta is seeing how much everyone loves Joy.

Andy has the diaper bag on his shoulder, and he takes Joy to the bathroom to change Joy's diaper. Yep, Joy's diaper was really wet, Andy changed it pretty quick. You and Joelle were chatting while Andy was changing Joy's pee filled diaper.

Marta takes Harlan to the guest room, and gets Harlan settled in. Marta puts on her pajamas, and so does Harlan. Ransom has the guest bathroom and guest shower prepared.

You jump Ransom's bones later that night. You don't care if Harlan and Marta are only a few feet away. Ransom has never looked sexier than being at a grill. Its a good thing that Ransom had a vasectomy a few months ago.

Joelle jumps Andy's bones that night. Andy has never looked sexier than having a diaper bag on his shoulder, and carrying his toddler daughter in his arms.

The next morning, it's business as usual. But, you don't want to leave Ransom's chest.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Who are your OCs?

Team KRML Of Haven Academy

Leader's Name: Meliny Kopper

Species: Snake Faunus - Heat Pits Trait. Blends in with Freckles

Skin Tone: Dark Brown

Body Type: almost Ballerina-esque, very thin and smooth. Yellow-Orange eyes. 5'7"

Hair: Black-Brown, Yellow highlights. Braided.

Clothing: (Vol 1) A knee length Yellow skirt, leggings, a basic pair of Sneakers, and a short sleeved white shirt.

Weapons: A large amount of Throwing Knives (Fangs) that link into a whip (Viper), and a Bat that open and unfolds to reveal a 3 barreled 4-Gauge Shotgun (Slugger). Meliny can decide on whether all three barrels fire at once or not.

Personality: Quiet, but friendly and helpful. Very perceptive and prefers to face problems indirectly, and focuses on smaller targets before bringing down the big guys.

Semblance: N/A

Home Kingdom: Menagerie

Family: A Mom, Two Dads, and a younger sibling on the way. Personally knows the Belladonna Family.

Status: Average Citizen/No major Connections (that are Known)

Emblem: A Snake eating it's own tail, it's head is Copper colored, while it's tail a blue-green. It surrounds a Fruit Tree.

Inspiration: The Name Meliny is Derived from Melinoe, a Greek Nymph, the daughter of Persephone and Zeus, and Melinoe is likely derived from Greek for Yellow, which is connected to a mildly toxic Yellow fruit from Greece. Kopper comes from CopperHead Snakes, commonly found in eastern North America.

(Meliny is the Least Polished of the OC's. Still kinda figuring her out.)

~~~~~ Name: Remington "Remi" Umber

Species: Human

Skin: White. Not pale, just. White. He gets more tan as time progresses.

Body type: If he were and Animal, He'd be a Least Weasel. Scrawny, and thin, but like. No fat, all meat. stronger than he looks. Brown Eyes. 5'1"

Hair: Short and Brown. Gets messy over the course of the series.

Clothing: A white/Gray pinstriped long sleeve shirt, with somewhat poofy sleeves (Imagine a Wild-West Barber or Store Clerk), a pair of dark Khaki pants, and a set of clean work boots.

Weapons: A set of Hatchet-Big Frame Revolvers, one is Levy, the other is Dividend. Dividend gets replaced by a Threaded Cane after the Fall of Beacon, named Bounty.

Personality: Angry. In the beginning he refuses to process his emotions and chooses to get angry over everything. Once he starts getting healthier, and his true colors shine, He's still very loud, and a little abrasive, but willing to laugh and smile. But no Matter what, he always, Always makes sure people know they aren't alone, and never, Ever gives sarcastic compliments.

Semblance: Marked, where he attaches a bit of his soul to a target and is able to track them until the target's aura breaks or the target dies (If Attached to a Grimm)

Home Kingdom: Technically Mistral, spent most of his life in Atlas.

Family: Mother (Deceased) and his Father.

Status: Heir to the Amber-Oak Weapons and Parts Manufactory, the number-One Producer of weaponry and Specialized Parts. Favored among Huntsman and the Atlas military

Emblem: a generic Rifle Round, set in front of a Revolver's Cylinder.

Inspiration: Remington, a Firearms and Muntions company, and Umber from Brown, for the Browning Arms Company. While it becomes more evident as time goes on, he is based off of the Wild West as well.

(He is the most fleshed out of the Team.)

~~~~~

Name: Marigold "Mari" Féasóg

Species: Human

Skin: White. A little pasty, TBH.

Body Type: Built like a truck. Very Rectangular build, and the Second Strongest of her Team. She has a fair amount of fat on her gut, but her arm and Back Muscles are not obscured by that. Chunky. She wears brown contacts, but her natural Eye Color is Silver. 5'5"

Hair: Brown, thick curls, about Mid-Back. Loose.

Clothing: A black, leather, tricorn hat with gold trim, Navy Blue overcoat, dark Brown Pants, and a set of dark boots.

Weapons: A Buckler (Unnamed), and a SubMachine-Gun/Jack Cutlass named Bend.

Personality: Very earnest and Compassionate, as well as smug and loves puns, but is easy to peer pressure in to bad situations due her her often lacking foresight.

Semblance: Heading allows her to "Charge" a dash, and launch herself in a single direction with great force, depending on how long she charge for. She must launch off of something, or someone.

Home Kingdom: Technically not a citizen anywhere, but lived in/around Vacuo.

Family: Father (Missing, presumed dead), Mother, One older sister, one younger half-Brother.

Status: Second Daughter of a major group of Pirate/Privateers. All her family are wanted criminals.

Emblem: (I Haven't decided. Either a Sun on the horizon of an ocean, or a Wave cresting over itself.)

Inspiration: Marigold, From Mary Read, a famous Irish pirate known for sailing in the Caribbean. Féasóg, Irish for Beard, as in BlackBeard. 

~~~~~

Name: Wilhelm Licorice

Species: Otter Faunus - Long Tail.

Skin: Tan, sort of a dark olive?

Body Type: The phrase "Brick Shithouse" Doesn't Cover it. This man is a whole ass city block. 6'10". Brown Eyes.

Hair: Jet Black, just reaching the base of his neck. Put in a small ponytail.

Clothing: Leather Armor, dirtied and stained white clothes underneath. Wears worn-out Combat Boots.

Weapons: Dam, a Tower Shield, and Enlighten, a Heavy Crossbow.

Personality: Very open, always tries to see the bright side of things, willing to help people out, even to his detriment. When he gets mad, he stays mad for a very long time.

Semblance: Uplift, Greatly reduces the weight of whatever he holds, including himself, allowing him to hold Enlighten one-handed and move faster than anyone his size should be able.

Home Kingdom: Atlas, specifically Mantle.

Family: Two Mothers, one is missing an arm, the other suffers from major Respiratory issues, and memory issues caused by her medication.

Emblem: (Undecided)

Inspiration: Wilhelm- Derived from William, meaning “Resolute Protector” and “Strong Willed Warrior”. Licorice - Black, as in the color of Gravity Dust, and the Black Forest of Germany/Europe. Also based on the Eurasian?Old World Otter, which has had it's habitat threatened by humanity daudling about. It can be found in the Blakc Forests of Germany, among other areas across Europe and Asia.

[theurbanhippieswe]

WITHOUT A HAT.

I usually wear a hat, cap or beret but wanted some bareheaded shots. Happy with my haircut at The Barber in Malmo.

Not that often I wear my eyewear from JMM but here they are.

Jacket, chinos and shoulder bag from The Real McCoy’s. Sneakers by Saucony.

Photo: @streetphotomoffe

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[violetmecry]

here's my first full violet harmon inspired outfit !!

Here was my thought process behind the outfit for anyone who wants to try their own: I know that she wears a lot of layers so I started off with the sweater, and we all know she likes Morrissey, so I put on a shirt that I got at his concert. she tends to wear flowey skirts so I put on the best one I could find, and put some tights on underneath it to really give her touch to it. I also put on converse (my Violet themed ones), since we know she wears them, and wore some thicker navy and black socks to tie them in with the tights. I also used an old messenger bag thats similar to the one she has. there you go !!

here are the links for the clothing I wore if you're interested :)

Undershirt: DISCONTINUED Express One Eleven women's lightweight pullover size small color unknown (but its a dark/dusty blue) Closest listings I could find:

Shirt: Morrissey barber shop tee size small color black. Exact:

Skirt: DISCONTINUED Delia black skirt open front size small. No online listings :(

Tights: ROMWE Goth Cut Out Fishnet Tights One size. Exact:

Shoes: Chuck Taylor All Star Classic color white size 10 womens

https://www.dsw.com/en/us/product/converse-chuck-taylor-all-star-sneaker---womens/193281?activeColor=102

There you go !! Sorry I couldn't find the exact products on some, I tend to steal a lot of my moms and sisters old clothing so a lot of what I wear is discontinued :p

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CHAPTER 9

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 9

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

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

Warnings: Domestic violence.

A/N: This chapter has violence that could be triggering for some people. Enjoy!

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Word count: 1888

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It has been 2 weeks since the “incident”, as her friends called it, happened. It was Friday, last day of school and thankfully she didn’t have exam that day, so she stayed home so she could sleep a little longer. Annie had apologized to Andy for falling asleep during working hours and told him she was extremely stressed and the lack of sleep was taking a toll on her, which was partially true, although she didn’t mention her break up with Daniel.

It was nearly 6 o’clock when Annie went out for a walk to distract herself a little of the awful week she had; she was wearing a black hoodie, a pair of black biker shorts and white sneakers, she grabbed her keys and purse and off she went. She decided to go back to the apartment to pick the rest of her clothes and things. When their friends went to pick her stuff Daniel wasn’t too nice to them and they left as soon as they could. Sharon had been borrowing her clothes but she couldn’t keep doing that to her friend. She was aware of Daniel’s schedule, so there was not a problem by going at this time of the day, especially on Friday. Annie opened the door and made sure Daniel wasn’t around and headed to the room. She took one of the suitcases she had in the closet and started to put her clothes in it as fast as she could when the front door was shut by a loud slam. By the time Annie closed her suitcase and turned around Daniel was standing by the bedroom’s door.

“Hi babe, I’m so glad you’re back.” he saw the suitcase near her feet, “What do you think you are doing?”

“I mmmm, I came to pack my things.”

“Really?” Daniel walked slowly towards her, standing just in front of her, “I called you and you didn’t answer” his finger touch her check. “You can’t leave babe… we have a future together,” Daniel was dangerously close, “remember? You are all mine.” Annie could smell a hint of alcohol in his breath.

“I am not yours,” Daniel’s eyes grew darker. “You fucked another woman! In our bed! What makes you think I’m gonna stay with you?!!”

Daniel slapped her hard and grabbed her by her arms tighten his grip as he talked.

“You are mine! And you are not leaving until we work this out!”

“Let me go!!!”

“I’ve done so much for you, and this is how you pay me?” his body pressing against her, “Don’t forget who took you after your parents died. I was the one who took care of you, and gave you a place to live.”

“You’re hurting me!”

Annie tried to let go off him, but she couldn’t he was way stronger than her, her right arm started to hurt as she tried to run away, but Daniel was faster and threw her against the wall, making her hit her head and arm. As Annie was trying to stand Daniel slapped her again, this time both her lip and cheek stung and pushed her to bed, Annie moved to the head board of the bed but Daniel grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her towards him getting on top of her to prevent her from running, he opened the hoodie she was wearing, revealing her black cotton bralette.

“Uff babe,” he hooked his finger on the bralette and lower his lips to her breast, “these,” he gave her boobs a harsh squeeze, “have always been my favorites.”

“Daniel, stop!!!” she cried and kicked trying to get Daniel off of her.

“Shut up!” he put his hand around her throat, “I’m gonna make you feel so good babe, just the way you like it.”

Daniel put his hand inside the front of her shorts, smiling and touching her roughly. The look in his eyes made her scared, he was not the man she once fell in love with. His lips connected to her chest sucking and leaving marks  as he slide two of his fingers inside of her, Annie stayed still, and felt the sting between her legs as his fingers pumped in and out of her fast, she was looking everywhere but him. She tried to let go again but it was useless, Daniel had her and he was going to get his way with her. That was until Daniel stood to open his jeans, Annie saw the opportunity to stand and get to the door of the room, throwing all she found around her to make Daniel loose his balance. Daniel reached and hold her from behind both fell to the floor and then Annie kicked him right on the face; Daniel touched his face letting her go. She stood up and grabbed the first jar she saw near her, turned and hit him on the head with it, leaving him unconscious.

Annie closed her hoodie and ran down stairs leaving Daniel and all her things behind. She walked to the closest bus stop to go to Newton and 15 minutes later she was in front of Andy’s house, all the lights were out, she walked to the entrance but didn’t knocked at the door. She went back to the downtown and walked around going nowhere. She was sure she had taken the same path for the third time when she stopped in front of a pizza place, the smell filled her nose and her stomach growled. She didn’t have money, she spend the bill she always hide on her shoe to pay the bus to Newton and she didn’t have her phone with her to call neither her friends nor brother. She was staring at the window of the place when she felt someone tackled her on the legs; she looked down she saw Jake holding her tightly.

“Hi, sweetie.” Annie hold the kid back “Where is your dad?”

“Jake! Don’t run away like that!” Andy smiled when he saw her. “Oh! Now I see why you ran. Still don’t do that, ok?”

“Yes, dad” Andy looked for a moment to Annie, she looked a little disturbed, and she had a cut on her lip and her cheek was a bit purple.

“Hey, are you ok?” Andy touched her lip, it stung and she hissed.

“Yeah,” she lied, “I… I fell.”

Annie paid attention to Andy, he wasn’t wearing a suit, he was wearing jeans, sneakers, a red hoodie and a baseball cap, and he looked a lot less strict with that outfit.

“Right,” Andy wasn’t too convinced with that answer. “What are you doing in Newton on a Friday?”

“Why not? It’s a free country” Andy raised his brows when he heard her. “Sorry… I was bored, and I decided to come here.”

“No parties?” Annie shook her head. “Very well, are you alone?”

“Yes, my friends are busy.” She lied.

Andy still wasn’t convince on her answers, she was defensive “Hmmm, well if you have nothing to do, we were about to buy something for dinner and watch a movie, wanna join us?

“Do you always watch movies on Fridays?

“Yes!” Jake told her, “Is movie night! pease, come with us.” The boy looked at her with puppy eyes which made her laughed a little.

“Alright, but I will choose the movie.”

“Deal!” Jake said “I wanf pizza, dad.”

“I think our guess should choose our dinner.”

“Pizza is fine, but without pineapple.”

“Smart choice,” Andy smiled, and opened the door of the pizza place. “After you.”

The three of them walked into the place and stood at the counter waiting their turn, a little later a young girl appear to take their order.

“We will have a large pepperoni pizza.”

“Anything else sir?” the girl batted her eyelashes to him.

“No, just the pizza.”

“Your name?”

“Andy.”

“That’s a nice name. It will be 10 bucks.”

Andy paid and the girl give him a toothy smile and left.

“She was flirting with you.” Annie said whispering.

“Who?” Annie pointed the girl who took their order, “Really?”

“Yeap, she is cute.”

“And she is probably like 16, I’m not a perv. And she is blonde, I don’t like blonde girls.” Annie froze when she heard the words blonde girl. “You look… are you sure you ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine. You know I had finals, I’m just thinking about it.”

They sat in one of the tables waiting for their pizza to be ready. Andy asked her about her exams, and she told him about how the pedagogy professor made the most difficult exam she ever had since she starter at Lasell.

“Honestly I think he just wants everybody to fail.”

“Some teachers are like that. I had one at NYU, the guy was a jerk, but he was one of the best lawyers in the city.”

“Argh, I hate that! This guy is a freaking genius, is so good at what he does, you cannot be angry at him for making difficult exams, yet you hate him, is a very confusing feeling.”

“Andy!” Annie turned to see a dark haired woman that now was kissing Andy’s cheek.

“Hi, Stacy,” Andy said not too pleased at her actions.

“What are you doing here?” Annie stared at her, it was a stupid question considering they were in a pizza place.

“We came for something to eat.”

“Oh! Right.” The girl saw Jake and Annie up and down. “I’m sorry,” a fake smile on her face, “I’m Stacy, we work together.”

“Are you a lawyer?”

“No no, I’m a secretary, but we work in the same floor. Right Andy?” She touched Andy’s arm and Annie lifted her brow at the sight of her touching him. “And I assume you are his wife?” Andy was very uncomfortable by the question, Annie could tell.

“Actually, I’m his...” She said pointing at Jake.

“Yes, she is my wife” Andy lied.

“I’m Captain America!” Jake interject.

“Yes, you are sweetie.” Annie hugged and kissed him.

“Andy!” A guy behind the counter said, “Andy!”

“That’s us, we better go.” Andy stood quickly, “See you later.”

“Bye Andy, and nice to meet you Mrs. Barber.”

Andy took the pizza, left the establishment and walked down the street to the parked car. Jake jumped to his seat, while Andy opened the door for Annie and then climbed in the car and started the engine.

“She likes you” Annie said a bit annoyed.

“Who?”

“Don’t act so innocent Andy, that Stacy girl.” She crossed her arms. “She was touching your bicep.”

“And… is that a problem?” Andy looked at her pouting, she looked hilarious.

“Well… no, I mean, if you like her, there’s not a problem.”

“She is new in town, and to be honest she is quite noisy.”

“She is beautiful”

“I don’t like her.”

“It’s fine if you do.”

“I don’t!” he laughed

“Why are you laughing?”

“I literally said you were my wife so she stop hitting on me. I’m sorry about that by the way.”

“That’s what friends are for. Right?

Andy didn’t answer. Was she jealous? He didn’t know, and despite him finding amusing how she was acting he wasn’t planning on keep arguing over a woman he wasn’t attracted to, he switch the gear to drive and went back home.